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bishopsbeloved · 3 months

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my girl 💌

lucy gray baird x fem reader

Lucy Gray would do anything for you. You want to celebrate Valentine’s Day? She’ll sell her soul to give you the day you deserve.

so much fluff, mentions of sex, 1.6k words

Lucy Gray Baird has always thought of Valentine’s Day as a pointless, commercial event institutionalised by the Capitol.

The Covey has always rejected these kinds of capitalist holidays imposed solely for the purpose of making money, and Valentine’s Day is no exception to that rule. Lucy Gray doesn’t need the Capitol to tell her when she ought to celebrate her beloved. No, she’ll do that all year round. (As if the Covey don’t have their own festivities, anyway. Lucy Gray wakes you on every solstice with a bundle of flowers she’s picked from the woods, not bought, and poetic affirmations of her love.)

It hadn’t really occurred to her that you’d want to celebrate Valentine’s Day, to be honest. This is the first one you’ll be spending with her as her girlfriend, but you’ve known each other a long while and by now you’ve surely picked up on her indifference to the subject. This year she goes about her business as she always has, politely averting her gaze when she sees vendors at the Hob trying to pawn off Valentine-themed goods, and bringing you flowers or sweet little trinkets at any time she pleases. But if Lucy Gray is one thing, it’s hopelessly devoted to you, and she would do anything under the sun to bring a smile to your face. So when she hears you make an offhand comment to Tam Amber about wondering what this year’s Valentine’s Day will be like, her entire stance on the matter is instantly changed.

“You’re whipped beyond comprehension, Lu,” Barb Azure laughs as she watches her younger cousin fret over her plans.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think of anythin’, Barb Azure, I just need your help,” Lucy Gray replies distractedly, kneading the dough of the bread she’s making with vigour. “So are you helpin’ me? Or no?”

On the morning of Valentine’s Day, Lucy Gray Baird kisses you awake, her smile so sweet you can taste it on your tongue.

“Mornin’, baby,” she says sweetly. She’s already up and dressed, and her skin is vibrant with the fresh-found dew of the morning. “Brought you flowers.”

“Morning, Lu,” your heart fills with warmth, “you’re the sweetest.”

“Happy Valentine’s, my sweet girl,” she murmurs, pulling you close to her, littering kisses atop of your hair. “Lord, I love you more’n anything.”

“Love you so much, Lucy Gray,” you whisper, toying with her fingers. You keep coming back to her ring finger, and solemnly swearing to yourself that someday you’ll find her a token of your love to wear upon it. Today isn’t the day — you’re both so young, still young enough to be Reaped — but you know that when the time comes you’ll give yourself over to Lucy Gray forever.

“When you’re thinkin’ that hard I can hear the bits in your brain whirring,” Lucy Gray tells you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “It’s real cute. What’s on your mind, darlin’?”

“Wanna marry you someday,” you mumble. Lucy Gray is rarely caught off guard, but this gets her, and her cheeks flood with colour. Her smile, though, only widens.

“I— it’ll happen someday, baby. I’ll make sure of it.”

You help one another get dressed, all giggles and teeth and hearts on sleeves. Outside it’s warm, the warmest it’s been all season, and you can feel winter breaking as life returns to the dormant earth beneath your feet.

“What’s today lookin’ like, Lu?” you ask.

“Thought we could go to the lake.” She grins easily at you, and it’s contagious.

The two of you amble through the woods, hand in hand, content to take your time together. The whole sweet sunny day stretches out in front of you, warm and dry (Lucy Gray takes one look at the clouds in the sky and determines today will be free of rain throughout, and in seventeen years she’s not been wrong yet) and full of love. Your eyes are fixed on her, the way hers are constantly darting around, not necessarily on guard but more eager to take in all the world has to offer. Every little detail is of significance to Lucy Gray. How her brain works is a beautiful mystery to you, but you’ve learnt she has a way of reading her surroundings, and she can see signs of the future in the earth as easily as she can breathe. Barb Azure says she’s a walking oracle. A few times she’s tried to explain to you how she notices what she does. There’s always a kind of sense to it, but you’ll never get it in the way she does. You’re more than content to sit back and watch her in her element, though. You just feel grateful to be by her side, your one and only, your angel among men.

“Look.” She stops you to point at two four-leaved clovers at the roots of a tree which have grown together so much that their stems are intertwined. “That means you’n me are forever.”

Your stomach swarms with butterflies. “Sure hope so.”

“I know so,” she tells you, brown eyes bright as she presses a kiss to your lips.

The little earthy plateau above the jetty of the lake, the one protruding from the flowers and trees, has been absolutely transformed since you saw it last. The thick, sturdy picnic blanket often used by the Covey on adventures has been laid out beautifully, and is held in secure place by rocks piled on each corner. Ever so carefully arranged atop the blanket are comfy pillows and a picnic for two, with the food set out all pretty in little jars and bowls and handkerchiefs. From where you’re stood you can see a few different kinds of bread and cake, freshly pressed jams, and fruits and berries. Even with how much of this she could’ve foraged, it shakes you how much tesserae has gone into this. Propped against the bough of a tree is her beloved guitar, with her little notebook of songs beside it.

You let out a little noise of surprise when you first lay eyes upon the scene. Lucy Gray fights a losing battle in trying not to smile at how fucking cute you are.

“What’d’you think?” she asks instead, not quite looking at you, toeing at the ground. “Barb Azure helped me with all the bakin’, n’then me’n the boys dolled it up all nice. They were real helpful.” (You know exactly what she means, too. Clerk Carmine is shaping up to be a real painter, he’s got an artist’s eye, and you know this kind of thing would be right up his street.)

You’re in awe for a moment, not even sure what to say. Lucy Gray’s dark eyes blink at you hopefully. She’d never say it, she’d rather die than say it, but you know that the ever so subtle tension to her shoulders, the slight tilt to her chin phrase a silent question.

“It… it’s so gorgeous, Lu, I can’t even, thank you,” you manage. Her posture softens and she steps forward to cup your face in her hands.

“I wanna treat you how you deserve, baby,” she tells you sincerely, and then pecks at your lips before her arms drop down to her sides again. “Now c’mon, or the damn flies’ll eat before we do.”

The two of you stay at the lake together for hours. Perhaps you wouldn’t have picked a February picnic of your own volition, but just as Lucy Gray predicted the weather’s so gorgeous you’re sure she must’ve charmed the skies the way she does with everyone else. You voice this thought to her, and she only laughs, her smile reaching her eyes as she feeds you another berry.

Eventually, as the sun begins to set above the two of you, painting the sky in pinks and golds, the air grows cooler, and you find yourself shivering in Lucy Gray’s arms. Ever-vigilant, she notices.

“Awww, is my baby cold?” she coos. “Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.” Her hands ghost your sides teasingly, and you blush.

“Shut your mouth, Lucy Gray.”

She gasps, feigning offence. “Why, I thought you liked it wide open.”

You let out a noise of surprise, and hide your face in her hair. Lucy Gray laughs heartily, and cradles you to her, telling you over and over how sweet you are. The moon awakes her silver tongue, though, and as the skies get darker she trips you up again and again with filthy words which, eventually, turn to filthy actions.

Once the act is over, once Lucy Gray’s mouth has been put to good use, the two of you swaddle yourselves in all of the blankets and lie in a little cocoon, gazing up at the stars.

“Thank you, for today,” you whisper, so close to her that you don’t have to move at all to kiss her cheek. “Means a lot.”

She shrugs, nonchalant. “You honour our culture, you join in and all. This day was important to you, I wanted t’honour yours.”

You laugh softly. “You’re sweet. …I don’t think I would call the Districts my culture.”

“No?” Lucy Gray asks, genuinely curious. You shake your head. “What is, then?”

“Don’t know. I got nothing. Just what you teach me.”

She lets out a hum of amusement. “Yeah? You wanna be Covey?” She says it with humour, but the hope in your eyes has her straightening a little. “Y— you do?”

“If you’ll have me,” you say shyly.

Her heart swells against the bars of her chest. “If we’ll ha—? Darlin’, I want this more’n anything,” she tells you lowly. “We love you. I love you. You’re one of us.”

“I’m yours,” you whisper.

“You’re mine. I’m yours. My girl,” she murmurs, fingers beginning to comb through your hair. You press your cheek against hers, so overwhelmed with love for her, and continue to gaze up at the stars with your love.

#lucy gray baird x reader #lucy gray x reader #lucy gray baird x fem reader #lucy gray x fem reader #lucy gray x fem!reader #lucy gray baird x you #lucy gray baird #thg #tbosas #rachel zegler #shoutout to the covey #i love them #soft lesbians frolicking in the grass oh yeah

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atinylittlepain · 4 months

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Clementines

college!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy universe

a/n | thank you to darling orange peel anon, there's no warnings on this one, just a lot of love :')

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2005

“Steve, can you peel this for me?”

“Yeah, let me see.” Young knees, small knees, smeared with dirt and an errant band-aid, bend and curve right next to his, sitting down close on the porch step. Late in the day, the sun starting to drip and falter, warm orange melt that’s washing the backyard in syrupy light, the summer heat starting to cool.

“What’s this about you calling me Steve, huh?” He tries to ask it casual, hands making careful work of the clementine she gave to him, because he knows she likes it when he peels it all in one spiraling go. Mom doesn’t do it like you do, and yes, maybe he likes that a little too much.

“That’s your name.”

“Well, yeah, but I’m dad too. Always gonna be dad to you, babe.” Her eyes are watching his hands, a quiet mmmmokay, though it’s clear she’s a little more invested in the final flourish of the peel, all in one go.

“Thank you, Steve.” He tries hard not to sigh at that.

“Gonna share with me?”

“I guess.” With all the brass and bluster of an uptight heiress humoring a plebe, though she still offers him a segment, still sitting so close that her elbow is hooked over his knee. They sit in an easy silence for a while, the scent of citrus lingering and mixing with sunscreen, sun-worn after a day outside, lulling in a faint haze of cicada song and shimmering heat. Maybe a little delirious from the sweet simmer, he could swear they’re being joined by angels, a halo of fierce setting sun around them as they tromp through the tall grass toward the porch.

“Daddy, look what I found!” Sometimes still unsure on her legs, bumbling and brashing and the younger of their pair. She looks just like Andy when she’s excited, he thinks, same smile, same eyes, holding out a small palmful of rocks to show him. Lately, he has gotten very good at getting excited about rocks, oohing and awing, squinting up to Andy, knowing smiles passed between them. They got Violet a rock tumbler at the start of the summer and she seems to find something every day to put in it, lining her polished treasures up on the windowsill in her room.

“Nice finds, babe, this one is really pretty.” There’s a brief squabble when the older of the pair plucks one of the rocks out of the younger’s hands, little whine, little snit that they’re quick to soothe and smooth. Andy sits down on the other side of him on the steps, presses a quick kiss to the corner of his jaw before producing another clementine from the pocket of her overalls, an easy enough distraction, if you ask nicely daddy’ll peel it for you, Vi. And then the sweetest, smallest, daddy, peel it for me, please, somewhere between question and command, and he’s never saying no to that, not ever. And so Violet stands with small hands on his knees, watching rapt as he makes easy work of the peel, something he already knows he’s going to miss, someday, older, and no longer believing in this easy magic. Andy reaches behind him in the meanwhile, gentle palm between Margot’s shoulder blades and you alright over there? And when Margot answers with an easy yeah, mom, Steve scoffs, just a little dramatic as he hands Violet her clementine, perfectly peeled.

“Oh, so she gets to be mom, but I’m Steve? How you wound me.” Already embarrassing, but he’ll still take it when Margot groans, rolls her eyes, looks like Andy then too, with an ugh, dad. Already too cool for him and yes, if anyone’s asking, he’s dreading the high school years.

“Will you peel one for me, baby?”

“Do you have an endless supply of clementines in your pockets, or are you just happy to see me?”

“I’m afraid this is my last one, but I’ll share it with you.”

“Well, in that case.” As he’s peeling the third and final clementine, Violet offers the last segment of hers to Margot, a simple enough exchange that still makes his heart swoop in a lovely way, the both of them taking off afterward to go look for caterpillars, one of their few shared passions.

He and Andy watch their girls roam the backyard as they share the last of the fruit, hands brushing hands, quiet and sweet. Three coiled peels are slumped next to him on the step, all perfect, all in one go. And at first, he isn’t sure what she’s doing, taking his hand in hers, though it clicks, quick, when she places his palm over her stomach, a nervous smile jumping in the corners of her mouth.

“Really?”

“I think so, took a test this morning.”

“Oh honey.” Wonder, perfect, preening wonder, and he’s already surging toward her to press a kiss dissolving in laughter to her lips, Andy breathing out a haughty we’ve got to stop, two was insane enough, but three? We’re goners, baby and not meaning it, at all, because they’re both smiling so big and nothing but warm, fingers still stained and scented with citrus, whispering love, whispering wonder to each other.

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1991

“Here, let me, I have a trick for it.” They should be studying, really. Finals loom, just a few more weeks, but the slow creep of senioritis, coupled with a beautiful stretch of weather, is making this last sprint to the finish awfully difficult. It seems like just about everyone is out on the quad today, in various states of undress, tank tops and shorts and bare feet on sprawled-out blankets. Andy lays next to him on their respective patch of grass, on her stomach, bare feet poised and swinging in the air, with her head propped in her hand, eyebrows raising over the tops of her sunglasses. She rolls the clementine she had been picking at into his hand, shifting onto her side to watch him work at it.

“You know what Eddie told me?’’

“What?”

“He’s not wearing anything under his robe for graduation.”

“Jesus Christ, he’s telling everyone that.”

“I told him I support his endeavors.”

“Don’t encourage him, he’ll just up the ante, and I’d rather not deal with my parents getting flashed by one of my best friends.”

“He wouldn’t.”

“Knowing Eddie, I wouldn’t rule anything out.” She laughs, oh please, Steve, still watching his hands as he finishes his work, leaving the peel in one long spiral, a simple pleasure.

“Hmm, impressive, bet you show that trick to all the girls.” Waggle of her eyebrows, though her snark is softened by her offering half of the clementine back to him. He grins with a sweet sour slice held between his molars, squinting in the bright haze of sun and warmth.

“Only the ones I really like, honey.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington ficlet #steve harrington au #girl boy #steve harrington imagine

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cricket-reader · 11 months

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Safe and Sound

Summary: Bucky finds you. Everything goes wrong so quickly (yet again). Can Bucky forgive himself for something he blames himself for?

Warnings: language, canon level violence, death, kidnapping, captive, torture, injuries, Bucky’s self-hatred/negative thoughts, fluff

Word Count: 1830

Prompt: "At least it can't get any worse." | Stairs | Concussion | Hammer

A/N: Day 16 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom

Part One

Bucky swears up and down that he’s losing his mind.

When he went to find you in the rubble and ruin of the small restaurant, you weren’t there. He practically tore the place apart looking for you before remembering the necklace he gave you. Anyone else would have deemed it controlling. And in any other circumstances, Bucky would have to agree. Giving your significant other a tracking necklace is a shitty and controlling thing to do. That is unless you were a POW for an extremist group hell bent on making your life suck.

And that is exactly what he is, unfortunately. So instead of ripping him a new one like most people would if the person they had only been dating for a few months decided to get them a fucking tracker, you were willing to hear him out. Right now, he thanks every god above you were willing to listen.

He doesn’t even want to know the lengths that Hydra will go to make you suffer for making the mistake of loving him. If he can just get you home safe, everything will be fine.

He hops on his motorcycle and drives to the spot your tracker is. Worries claw at his brain. What if they discarded the necklace? What if this is a set up? What if he doesn’t make it in time? He forces himself to push those thoughts to the back of his mind.

Worrying won’t save you. Worrying won’t bring you back. He can’t let his emotions get the better of him.

The man that had been delivering punches to your gut and slapping you around froze upon hearing a rumbling sound. Knife in hand, he frowns. “I guess this means we don’t get to finish what we’ve started. Bummer.”

He actually has the nerve to sound disappointed. He sets the knife down along with the other torture devices he had one of his goons bring—which to your horror includes a pair of pliers, a hammer, and many different types of sharp objects. You hear him yell at the men watching to prepare for the Winter Soldier.

You would have corrected him had it been any other circumstance. He is not the Winter Soldier. He is Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. A man worthy of much more respect than it seems they’re willing to give him.

You see your boyfriend stomp down the creaking stairs. He’s pissed. You definitely don’t envy the men surrounding you.

“Let them go, Warrenson.” Bucky’s voice calm and collected, not betraying any emotion. He hasn’t looked at you which you figure is probably a good thing. You don’t want him to lose his cool just because you’ve gotten a good beating.

“We will. As long as you come peacefully in return. Hydra wants their Soldier back.”

Bucky clenches his jaw. He knew that someday you’d be used as leverage. This is why he should never have agreed to go on a date with you. This is why he doesn’t deserve happiness or love. This is why you are better off without him ruining your life. He destroys everything he touches with his dark, infected soul. Nothing good comes from knowing Bucky Barnes.

“I’ll do it,” he mutters. The heart wrenching protest from you begs him to look your way. You sound destroyed and distraught. No, he can’t look at you. It will demolish any and all of his resolve—what’s left of it anyway.

“Bucky, no! Don’t do this, please! No! I’m not worth it, okay?”

His heart shatters like the most fragile glass or porcelain, his soul crushed with the weight of a thousand suns. How could you say that you aren’t worth it. He’d burn the world for you.

“Shut that bitch up!” a man orders. A sharp throbbing pain erupts at the back of your head. You cry out, and Bucky loses all of his resolve. No one fucking hurts his babydoll and gets away with it. No one.

Bodies dropped like flies in the blink of an eye. Now you have always known that Bucky is skilled, but… well, let’s just say you are surprised.

He rushes over to you and releases you from your restraints. He looks over your body, relief nearly palpable to see that you had no major visible injuries. He had seen the hammer and pliers along with a plethora of knives. He’s just glad he got here in time because if he didn’t… he doesn’t want to even think of what they could’ve done to you.

You saw the far off look in Bucky’s eyes. You knew he is probably coming up with some way to blame himself for all of this. Your hands reach to grab his face. His eyes refocus on you, feeling your gentle hands with their delicate touch. You smile at him, not paying any mind to the throbbing of your skull.

“I’m okay, Buck, it’s fine.”

He frowns. His brows furrow deeply. Nothing about this is fine. He’s sure that your ribs are coloured purple and he can hear a sight slurring in your voice.

“Baby? I need you to tell me if anything is hurting real bad. Did they hit your head real bad?”

“Hmm?” You think for a bit. Maybe they did, you’re not really sure anymore. “I think so?”

“How does your head feel?”

“Mmm… kinda like someone is takin’ a hammer to it. It hurts, Buck… I wanna go t’sleep.”

“No, no, no, stay awake for me, c’mon. Let’s get you outta here.”

He hauls you up onto unsteady feet. You kinda just wanna stay there, maybe take a quick little nap. That should be fine, right? But Bucky told you not to. You frown. This is a dilema.

You stumble your way up the stairs and say, “At least it can’t get any worse.”

He smiles, or at least tries to… it’s more like a grimace, at your attempt to brighten the situation.

Turns out you spoke too soon, however.

The stairs groan under you before both you and Bucky are plunging through the wood. You hear a high pitched scream. Then you realise it’s you making that god awful noise.

Bucky curses under his breath as the wood gives way to both your weight. He wraps his body around yours, taking the brunt of the fall. He can’t let you get hurt more.

The wind is knocked out of him as his back collided with the ground. A piece of wood stabs through his torso, and he grits his teeth as you come down on top of him.

“Baby?” His voice is breathy. You whimper, terrified out of your wits. “I’m so sorry, doll. Can… can you reach in my pocket? Grab my phone and dial… dial Sam.”

You reach down and accidentally hit the wood post that’s sticking out of him. His groan is so guttural, even in your haze, your brain panics. You try to look down, but Bucky can’t let that happen. You’re only going to panic more. “Keep your eyes on me, m’kay?”

You nod, instantly regretting it. “Babe?” Bucky questions, seeing you wince.

“’m fine,” you insist, lowering your hand, being more careful this time around.

You make contact with the brick that he calls his phone and pull up Sam’s number. You make a joke about not knowing how to work the old thing, but Bucky thinks you’re serious. He goes to grab the phone, but you indignantly pull it away from his grasp. “Was a joke, Barnes. I’m perfectly capable…”

You were gonna say more, but it is so much work to talk. Maybe you should have convinced Bucky to let you nap. Then you wouldn’t be on top of him in a hole under some stupid stairs.

“Bucky? What’s up? I thought you were on a date.”

“I’s me Sammy,” you giggle. Why are you giggling? Nothing makes sense anymore.

The man on the other end of the phone groans. “Please tell me he didn’t get you plastered. Did you try to out drink him? Cause I tried that once… that was not a fun morning.”

“No… we’re under the stairs, Sammy.”

“Under the stairs? What stairs? Why—“

“You ask too many questions,” you mumble, half of the sentence jumbling together. Black starts to creep into the corners of your vision. “Think I gonna take nap now.”

Sam furrows his brows, hearing Bucky yell at you to stay awake. “Sam! Listen to me, you need to come help we’re both injured—“

You gasp, “Bucky hurt?”

He can’t stop you from looking down. Your gasp is so loud he can barely hear Sam muttering to him over the phone.

“Doll, hand the phone to me,” he demands. Tears form in your pretty eyes, seeing the wood sticking out of your boyfriend.

“But.. you hurt.”

He sighs, “Yes, but I need the phone so someone can save us.”

You nod, tears dripping down your face. Your heart is beating like a hummingbird is in your chest. You press your hand against it, crying out in pain. Your head hurts so bad. So does your stomach and ribs. You just want to go to sleep.

You don’t remember exactly when Sam showed up. But he is here now with a full team of firefighters and medics. The firefighters extract you both, though it takes more work to get Bucky out.

The next thing you know, you’re waking up in a hospital. Sam somehow convinced the medical staff to let you and Bucky share a room, knowing that you both need each other.

When Bucky wakes up, he is panicking. His panic settles when he sees you safe and sound in bed. His gut twists seeing the ugly purple bruises on your face. This is all his fault. He should have never got himself involved with you. Your life was better without him in it. He ruined you like he ruins everything.

“Bucky?”

He focuses on your voice. Tears blurring your figure. “Yeah?” He doesn’t deserve to call you any pet names. He doesn’t deserve to call you his. He doesn’t deserve you.

“You can stop that negative self-thinking right now.” You glare at him.

“But—“

“No buts!” you interrupt. “I’m too selfish to let you leave me cause you’re scared you’re gonna hurt me. To be honest, I’ll be more hurt if you leave me than if someone were to kidnap me again. My abandonment issues can’t take much more, so if you–”

“You deserve better–“

“Don’t give me that bullshit. I want you god dammit! Why can’t you understand that I love you?”

His eyes grow wide at your outburst. And your words. That was the first time you said you loved him. He thinks he could get addicted.

“You… you love me?”

“Yes! I didn’t think you were that oblivious! I’m in love with you, James Buchanan Barnes.”

Tears form in his eyes. “I… I love you too…”

You smirk at him. “You better.”

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Story Taglist: @cjand10 @marvel-stories33 @casa-boiardi @drunkbirdbug

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stardustprompts · 1 year

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stick season ( we’ll all be here forever ) - noah kahan change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; mental heath , alcoholism , death , suicidal references , language

‘if I get too close and I’m not how you hoped, forgive my northern attitude.’

‘oh, I was raised out in the cold.’

‘as you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined, you must have had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive.’

‘now i’m stuck between my anger and the blame that I can’t face.’

‘I am terrified of weather ‘cause I see you when it rains.’

‘I saw your mom she forgot that I existed.’

‘it’s half my fault, but I just like to play the victim.’

‘i’ll dream each night of some version of you that I might not have, but I did not lose.’

‘now you’re tire tracks and one pair of shoes and I’m split in half, but that’ll have to do.’

‘so I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad that I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from dad.’

‘I am no longer funny ‘cause I miss the way you laugh.’

‘you once called me ‘forever’ now you still can’t call me back.’

‘I hope this pain’s just passing through, but I doubt it.’

‘I’m saying too much, but you know how it gets out here.’

‘no winter coat could keep out all the cold of your atmosphere.’

‘now I know your name but not who you are.’

‘it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.’

‘you got all my love.’

‘if you need me, dear, I’m the same as I was.’

‘write me a list of how it is, of how it was, of how it has to be.’

‘you burrowed in, under my skin, what I’d give to have you out from me.’

‘but I still recall how the leather in your car feels.’

‘at the end of it all, I just hope that your scars heal.’

‘I swear I was scared to death.’

‘I’ll never let you go.’

‘everything’s alright when she calls me back.’

‘for bullshit, I do not have time.’

‘I don’t get much sleep most nights.’

‘I’ll love you when the oceans dry. I’ll love you when the rivers freeze.’

‘do you lie awake restless?’

‘oh, there was heaven in your eyes.’

‘I was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.’

‘i’m in the business of losing your interest and I turn a profit each time that we speak.’

‘come over.’

‘I was taking the wrong meds, feels good to be sad.’

‘my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.’

‘the dow jones keeps falling, but I promise you, with the view in the morning, you won’t ever go back.’

‘someday I’m gonna be somebody people want.’

‘you gave me your word, and now I can’t pronounce it.’

‘would we survive in a horror movie? I doubt it, we’re too slow moving. we trust everyone one we meet.’

‘we didn’t know that the sun was collapsing.’

‘I wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.’

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.’

‘it’s been a long year.’

‘come over, the party’s gone slower. and no one will tempt you, we know you got sober.’

‘there’s orange juice in the kitchen. it’s yours if you want it.’

‘feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long that I didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone.’

‘why’d you go?’

‘I haven’t drank in six months on the dot.’

‘it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.’

‘don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?’

‘are we all just pulling you down?’

‘remember telling me that you thought you were cursed?’

‘I’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.’

‘if I could lose you, I would.’

‘those things I miss, but know are never coming back.’

‘no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft and sentimental like a stranger in the park.’

‘if I was empty space, and you were a formless shape, we’d fit.’

‘I’m still angry at my parents, for what their parents did to them.’

‘I ignore things, and I move sideways ‘til I forget what I felt in the first place.’

‘at the end of the day, I know there are worse ways to stay alive.’

‘I’m terrified that I might never have met me.’

‘if my engine works perfect on empty, I guess I’ll drive.’

‘why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be, keeps rushing me.’

‘if all my life was wasted, I don’t mind, I’ll watch it go.’

‘it’s better to die numb than to feel it all.’

‘I drink ‘til I drown, and I smoke ‘til I’m burning.’

‘I worry for you, you worry for me. and it’s fine if we know we won’t change.’

‘the wreckage of you, I no longer reside in. the bridges have long since been burnt.’

‘it’s not halloween but the ghost you dressed up as sure knows how to haunt.’

‘I know that you fear that I’m wicked and weary.’

‘I know that you’re fearing the end.’

‘I only tell truth when I’m sure that I’m lying.’

‘the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.’

‘time moves so damn slow, I swear I feel my organs failing.’

‘I stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing.’

‘I would leave if only I could find a reason.’

‘I got dreams, but I can’t make myself believe them.’

‘spend the rest of my life with what could’ve been.’

‘I will die in the house that I grew up in.’

‘I don’t wanna say goodbye.’

‘it only falls into place when you’re falling to pieces.’

‘it’s like i’m still here with you.’

‘the past is coming back with the light in the morning.’

‘can I fix what is broken?’

‘for a minute, the world seems so simple.’

‘I am not scared of death, I’ve got dreams again.’

‘it’s all washing over me, I’m angry again.’

‘who was I to watch you wilt?’

‘you’ll always be a flower on my skin.’

‘I promise to be there this time, alright?’

‘I’m naming the stars in the sky after you.’

‘I spiral out, try and float.’

‘i’m remembering I promised to forget you now.’

‘it’s raining and I’m calling drunk.’

‘am I honest still?’

‘am I half the man I used to be? I doubt it, forget about it.’

‘I ain’t proud of all the punches that I’ve thrown, in the name of someone I no longer know.’

‘I’ll die for you.’

‘I’m untethering from the part of me you’d recognize.’

‘I’ll let the pain metastasize.’

‘I gave your name as my emergency phone call. it rang and rang, even the cops thought you were wrong for hanging up.’

‘it just ain’t that simple, it never was.’

‘I’m not from around here.’

‘i’ll turn up the music and I’ll forget until it ends, that I’m not ready to let go yet.’

‘it’s typical, I fear. folks just disappear.’

‘if I could leave, I would’ve already left.’

‘I pull no punches, then I feel bad for months.’

‘I finally got sewed up, set a time, then I showed up. now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.’

‘I saw the end, it looks just like the middle.’

‘I filled the hole in my head with prescription medications and I forgot how to cry.’

‘who am I to complain?’

‘now the pain’s different, it still exists, it just escapes different.’

‘I can finally eat and I can fall asleep, it’s fine.’

‘oh, you’re spiraling again.’

‘don’t let this darkness fool you. all lights turned off can be turned on.’

‘I’ll drive all night. I’ll call your mom.’

‘don’t be discouraged. I’ve been exactly where you are.’

‘if you could see yourself like this, you’d have never tried it.’

‘don’t want to drive another mile wondering if you’re breathing.’

‘won’t you stay with me?’

‘this is good land, or at least it was.’

‘it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.’

‘you’re the greatest thing I’ve lost.’

‘we ain’t angry at you, we’ll be waiting for you.’

we’ll all be here forever.’

‘we’re overdue for a revival. we spent so long just getting by.’

‘that’s the thing about survival. who the hell likes living just to die?’

‘you’re gonna go far.’

#rp memes #rp prompts #rp sentence starters #music prompts #music sentence starters #stick season sentence starters #stick season memes #stick season prompts #noah kahan prompts #noah kahan sentence starters #noah kahan memes #do not let this flop I worked hard on this bitch #and noah is a fucking Genuis

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A Rebel In My Soul | Chapter 3: Dog Fight

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Mitchell!Reader

Word count: 3,3k (they keep getting longer omg)

Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of death, Hangman being a decent human being for once (needs a warning), mentions of alcohol, bit of angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn. HANGMAN'S POV (this needs a big warning)

Summary: Y/N "Rebel" Mitchell is one of the best aviators of her generation. She grew up hearing the adventures and stories of Maverick, her father, that he used as bedtime stories. She became an aviator with her best friend Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and now both of them have to come back to the Top Gun Academy for an important mission. Only the best of the best is called for this mission, including the southern idiot called Jake "Hangman" Seresin. Both of you had hated each other since day one. Now, having to work together once more, you count the days for this mission to be over, not only to never see Hangman again, but to also cut all connections again with your father.

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A/N: Okay this is crazy. Thank you so much to all of you who are reading this series. To all the new followers, the ones that like and comment, and the ones that just read. Thank you. You don't now how important this is for me. My mental health issues ended my willing to write, and I began to write this series mostly to myself, but I see a lot of you enjoying it, and y'all.... it's a wonderful feeling. Just thank you. This chapter has Hangman's pov at the end, revealing a little of his feelings and thoughts. It was really special for me so... i hope you like it!

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Rooster ends up being one of the firsts to do the exercise. You stay with Phoenix, Bob, Hangman and the rest, listening to the radio, hearing how things are going up there.

“Good morning, aviators. This is your captain speaking. Welcome to basic fighting maneuvers. As briefed, today’s exercise is dog fighting. Guns only, no missiles. We do not go below the hard deck of 5000 feet”

You take a sit next to Hangman, cause it’s the only available sit left in the sofa. “Yeah, sure, like he’s not down there already”

“Howdy, Rebel. How do you know so much about him?” says Hangman turning around an f-18 model that he found in the table.

“He’s a legend. Everybody knows about him”

“You think I’ll be as famous as him someday?”

“Keep dreaming, Hangman”

“If I shoot either one of you down,” Maverick keeps explaining the rules of the exercise “you both lose”

“This guy needs an ego check”

“You’re one to talk, Hangman. But actually, and I can’t believe I'm gonna say this, you’re right”

“One of us will get him. We’re the best”

One thing about Hangman is that if you’re a good pilot, he’s not gonna mess with that. He respects it. He messes with Rooster because he’s cautious, and in a way, you think he’s trying to puss his buttons to make him react. Rooster has always been too careful when flying. Maverick once said that he wasn’t ready to leave the book behind and start doing things his own way. You hate to admit it, but he was right. Rooster is an excellent pilot, but he follows every single rule in the book. You’ve grown to believe that this is a result of Goose’s accident. It has turned into a trauma for Rooster. He’s always trying to keep control of the aircraft. He’s too cautious and you’re too reckless. If you were paired together, probably you would be the best team.

He is too slow and Payback and Fanboy are almost smoked, but Rooster gets in the middle to save them. Rooster always makes sure to bring the whole team back home.

One after one, all your team goes up there, none of them are able to get Maverick. Not even you, he tried to make conversation with you several times and you weren’t having it. Phoenix and Bob were surprised to hear how Maverick was talking to you. As if the two of you were close. He kept talking and ended up frustrating you so much that it was impossible for him to get him. You had to do the 200 push-ups.

The second time you’re up there, you have Hangman as your wingman. Great, he’s going to leave you alone in a matter of seconds.

“So, Rebel, mind if I ask you a personal question?”

“You’re gonna ask it anyway” you say while looking around, trying to find Maverick. He’s not on the radar, he has to be close.

“What’s the story with you, Rooster and Maverick? It seems like it has you both a little rattled”

“That’s none of your business, Hangman. Where the hell is he?”

“Been here the whole time” says Maverick, appearing from below your aircraft, and moving to be above you, face down.

“Holy shit” exclaims Hangman. You’re not actually surprised. He’s that type of person.

“You see me know, kid? Come on, let’s get it over with” he tells you, looking directly into your eyes.

He thinks that he can just pull out of nowhere, after what he did to you and Rooster, and solve everything with a dog fight? Just old Maverick behavior. If he wants fight, you’ll give him war.

“Fight’s on, old man!” you howl, turning your aircraft.

“What is with these two?” Hangman questions. But you’re too busy to answer.

You both go down, spiraling around each other, sky and earth spinning around you. You keep falling. None of you is going to pull up soon. This is dangerous, to say the least, and once you set foot on the ground, Rooster is going to scold you because of your actions. You said that you wouldn’t let Maverick get to you. But he has a talent to make people angry.

“All right, you put us here. How you’re gonna get yourself out?” he asks you. Always the teacher tone. Maverick should know by now that there are only a few things left that he can teach you. He raised you.

You are just like him when it comes to flying.

“Already wanting to leave, old man? You can bail out anytime”

“How long you want to go, Rebel?”

“I can go as low as you sir! And that’s saying something”

“What’s past is past. For the three of us”

“Wouldn’t you like to believe that” you sneer. He really is something else. He's trying to make you and Rooster forget everything that happened. He really believes he was doing the right thing. And he’s not even going to explain himself to try to gain your forgiveness.

“Hard deck is 5000 feet, fellas. You are running out of room” says Hangman through the radio.

Altitude. Altitude. Altitude.

The automated voice is warning you. You’ve broken the hard deck. You’re still going down, approaching the ground faster by the second, but you cannot look away from Maverick. The first one that pulls up, loses. He knows it. You know it.

And a Mitchell never loses.

“Your strategy is about to run us into the ground. What’s your move, Rebel?”

Altitude. Altitude. Altitude.

You look at the numbers on your screen. They're going down really fast. You want to pull up. You need to pull up. But you can’t lose. You can’t let Maverick win. Not again.

Not this time.

Pull up. Pull up. Pull up.

“Rebel, pull up!” shouts Hangman.

Maverick pulls up before you. You smirk and pull up, knowing that you have him. He’s going down. He’s flying low, as if that could scare you.

“Come on, Rebel. You got him!” says Hangman. Why is he being nice?

You drop down flying right behind Maverick and try to mark him.

“Come on, come on, come on”

Tone. You get tone. You got him.

“Whooo! Attagirl, get your ass up here before you crush” Hangman is being too nice. Is he trying to be in your good side to end up in the dagger team?

You move your aircraft to be next to Maverick’s.

“Remember, old man. 200 push-ups” you turn to leave, Hangman following you.

When you get off your aircraft, Hangman is waiting for you.

“Breaking the hard deck, insubordination… You really live up to your call sign” jokes Hangman. Seriously, what’s wrong with him?

“Want something, Bag man?”

“C’mon, Reb. What’s going on?” he sounds sincere. Like he really wants to know.

“Why do you care so much?”

“Cause I’ve seen you fly before. You’ve always been reckless. But this? This is something else”

You stop walking and turn to look at him. He’s usual cocky smile is gone. He’s looking at you, eyes full of concern. He really is worried about you. You look away, not being able to keep watching those beautiful green eyes that take your breath away.

Wait what?

“I’ll see you on the Hard Deck. Buy me a drink and maybe I’ll tell you”

Hangman smiles a little. A different smile from the ones that you have seen before. Did he hit his head with something?

“I’ll see you there, then” he says softly before leaving. You remain there, speechless, trying to understand what’s going on in Hangman’s head.

You enter the Hard Deck, seeing Hangman waiting for you at the bar top, beer in hand. He looks good out of his uniform, wearing some old jeans, a white t-shirt and his aviator jacket. His hair is loose, giving him a more juvenile aspect. You wouldn’t mind seeing more of this Hangman.

He takes a sip of his beer, eyes scanning the door to see the incomers. When he sees you, he raises his beer as a greeting. You smile a little, walking towards him.

“Hangman”

“Rebel” he welcomes you, looking at Penny “Can you get me two more? Thanks, dear”

“So, you’re really gonna get me a drink”

“I keep my promises. You get your beer; I get to know what is happening here”

“I never thought Hangman was an old gossiping lady”

Penny puts down the beers in front of you, smiling before leaving to get more drinks to other clients. The place is relatively quiet, but it won’t be like this for too long.

“Honey, I was born and raised in the south. Of course, I gossip” he admits, raising his beer. “Cheers”

You do the same, drinking the cool liquid. If someone told you three days ago that you’ll end up drinking beers with Hangman, you would have laughed.

“He tried to pull my papers at the Naval Academy” you admit after swallowing the drink.

Hangman chokes on his beer. You grab a napkin to clean the drops of golden liquid that have fallen on his jacket. He looks at you, eyes completely widened in shock.

“Maverick?”

“Yeah. The man, the legend”

“But why would he do something like that?”

“I used to think that he was trying to protect me” you admit, your eyes focusing in the beer in your hands. You twirl it around slowly, not being really interested in drinking it. Hangman takes off his jacket and moves his stool to be closer to you. His hand brushes yours innocently, but it makes your skin burn and your heart to beat faster.

What are you, some kind of teenager? Having a crush because someone touched your hand?

A crush?

“So, you two knew each other from before”

“I thought I did” you admit, taking a big sip of your beer.

Hangman looks at you. There’s a shadow, a feeling in his eyes that you cannot identify. At first, you think it’s pity. But you’ve seen the pity in the eyes of the rest of the world every time they knew who your father was. That’s not pity. He blinks a few times and that shadow disappears.

“Are you late because Rooster reprimanded you?” mocks Hangman, a small devilish smile adorning his features.

You let your head fall to the bar top with a groan, making Hangman laugh. Of course, he did. He lectured you during thirty minutes, trying to remind you that it was your life what you were risking when doing “bullshit like that”. His words, not yours.

“You know, I always say that he’s like my big brother but he took that personally” you mutter, your voice muffled by the wood.

“Oh, he did. When we met at the academy, everyone thought you two were dating. And then one day, we were here playing pool and you went to the bathroom and he said and I quote” he clears his throat before speaking in the most ridiculous sound-alike Rooster voice you’ve ever heard. “If one of you idiots tries to get in my little sister’s pants, I will kill you with my own bare hands”

“Please tell me it’s a lie” you beg him, not wanting to believe his words.

He leans closer. You can feel his warm breath against your cheekbone. His cologne filling your nostrils and making your heart skip a beat by the sudden proximity.

“He even said that to Phoenix” he declares, a laugh following soon after he sees the mortification in your eyes.

“Oh my God. I’ll kill him” you put your hands on your face to shield you from Hangman’s stare.

“Honestly, it was for the better. There were a few guys interested in proving if you were as good in bed as you were in the sky. Assholes” he finishes his beer and turns in his stool. “Pool?”

“Sure” you say, getting up and taking your beer with you.

You play for a while, opting for small talk rather than important conversations as before. There’s something inside your brain, a tiny little voice screaming that you should leave. It’s true that you don’t understand why he is being nice to you all of a sudden… but you know that he means no harm. He’s egotistical, arrogant, and a complete idiot when he wants to. But you’ve seen him be a good teammate when the occasion required to. What is behind this change of behavior, you don’t know. But there’s nothing wrong in hanging around long enough to find out.

You have to admit that every time he leans over to aim, you look at his hands. There’s something about them that drives you mad. Strong, calloused hands that make your imagination go wild. You need to stop those thoughts before they go too far.

“Hangman”

“Yes?”

“Why did you call me up there?”

“Did I?” he tilts his head, feigning ignorance. As if you couldn’t see past him.

“Yes, you told me to pull up”

“Oh yeah. If you burn in, the mission will be over. And I really want to know what this is all about” he says, his cocky smile present again. Yeah, that’s the Hangman you know.

“And here I thought you were being friendly”

Hangman’s smile drops instantly, as if he has just realized that he’s done something wrong. He is about to say something when you feel an arm on your shoulders.

“Rebel? You didn’t tell me you were gonna be here” Rooster says appearing behind you and almost giving you a heart attack.

“Jesus, Rooster. Don’t scare me like that”

“C’mon I want you to meet some people”

You give the stick to Hangman. “Thanks for the beer”

He nods and remains silent while you leave. You don’t notice but he watches you leave with a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. Hangman pays for the drinks and leaves the Hard Deck without a goodbye.

Jake leaves the Hard Deck, trying to identify the feelings that cloud his mind. Why is he feeling bitter? Is it because Rebel chose Rooster? Of course, she will always choose him. He and Rebel are not friends. How is he even going to be an option? He gets on his car, but doesn’t turn the engine. He remains there, looking inside the bar. She is smiling to something that Rooster is saying, her big, shiny eyes full of adoration for the taller man.

Jake has never been jealous of anyone. He got the looks, he got the skills, he is better than the majority of the pilots in the base. But yet, he’s not enough for her. And he feels jealous of Rooster because it doesn’t matter how much he fucks it up, Rebel will always be there for him.

Why are these feelings and thoughts materializing right now?

Maybe it is because she almost killed herself.

That dog fight with Maverick was dangerous. When he saw Rebel breaking the hard deck without caring about her own security, he felt the need to go after her. But he didn’t. How could he? It was impossible to stop her when she was flying. He knew, though, that if someone could beat the old timer, it was Rebel. That girl was made to be an aviator. But she needed someone to stop her from pulling out these stunts.

Recently, everybody had been talking about the “Mitchell’s”. Not around Rebel or Rooster, of course. But they’ve been talking. The way they talk to each other is really suspicious. Fanboy said that maybe Rebel was his wife, hence the name. Phoenix smacked him in the back of the head. Obviously, Rebel wasn’t married. Maverick was her father. Everybody knew, but no one said anything out of respect for the pilot.

He was ready to say something at the exercise. Being just the two of them up there, maybe he could ask. But then he saw the turn of the events and he knew that if she wanted to talk about it, it wouldn’t be with him.

He had been a dick with her since the first day. How could he expect that Rebel told him something so personal? He was out of his mind.

But what he really wanted to know was why the heck was he caring about a nepotism baby. Her father is one of the most famous legends at Top Gun and she’s here. Did Daddy’s name open the doors of the academy for her?

No. Jake knew that was bullshit. If there was someone in the team who really deserved to be here, was Rebel. She’s a hell of a pilot. Jake remembers the first day that he saw her at Top Gun. He couldn’t understand how someone like Rebel made it into this world. Shy, quiet, always hidden behind Rooster. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he was always a dick with her. He wanted to get her out of her shell. He wanted to break her walls, to see the real Rebel. If she was there, she was good. She was part of the 1%. Then she proved to be better than everyone at the academy and nobody could believe that the shy girl was a menace in the air. She became confident, brave and a force to reckon. She found her voice and she stopped being the quiet girl in the back of the room. That's when the trouble maker appeared. And she gained her call sign.

Jake gave it to her.

He remembers the exact words that gave the inspiration to the team. “You’re a rebel in disguise, Mitchell. And someday your actions will have consequences”

That was the day Rebel was born.

Jake has to admit that she is one of a kind. Good pilot, better friend, she had been team leader in some exercises back in the academy days and she seemed to be born for it. Always caring about the rest, willing to sacrifice herself to secure the rest of the team. She didn’t break rules to be cool, to be the best or to gain recognition. Rebel broke rules to save people. Sometimes a good leader needs to break some rules to save the rest. That’s why Jake knows that he will never be team leader. He wasn’t as good as her.

Lately, every time he closes his eyes, he can see her. He’s been watching her too much these last two days. Jake doesn’t know why. There’s something in her… in her eyes looking at the sky to see Rooster flying away, in the way she moves when dancing at the Hard Deck, in how she smiles whenever Phoenix makes a joke. Everyone gets a special part of Rebel. Eyes, smiles… he wants something too. But why?

Does Jake Seresin want Rebel to be his friend? Yeah, that’s probably it. He knows now that he’s always been envious of Rooster and Rebel’s friendship. It was… pure. Pure and unadulterated love. Not that type of love. But a type of love that Jake had never felt before.

He wants someone who will be waiting for him whenever he comes back from an exercise, ready to tell him how good he did, or if he has to do something differently to be better. He wants someone to play pool with at the Hard Deck. Someone that stays with him when everybody leaves. Someone he can share secrets, stories, memories with. Or just talk about everything and anything until the night turns into morning. Someone that is not afraid of his stupid jokes because deep down she knows that he is a good guy, but he probably doesn’t know how to talk to people. He wants to open up to someone and maybe, that someone is Rebel. Someone who is as good as him in the sky, but better than him in every single aspect on the ground. Someone he can learn from, and someone he can teach to.

Jake turns the engine of his car, ready to leave.

Yeah. He just wants a friend.

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halloweeneverlong · 5 months

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selfish machines sentence starters

sentence starters taken from selfish machines by pierce the veil <3

besitos

- “you’re my favorite explosion.”

- “you’d better not get back up!”

- “leave the water by the bed for later.”

- “i’m tired of holding up your backup plans.”

- “all you have is not enough.”

- “i heard what you said. a friend of a friend.”

- “if that doesn’t turn you on, i’ll keep talking ‘til something does.”

- “i’ll steal you flowers from the cemetery gates.”

- “so say it. i’m in love.”

- “don’t expect me to understand.”

- “she was covered in blood, last seen in san francisco.”

- “they were there from beginning to end.”

southern constellations

- “please keep chasing me.”

- “i’ll never let you freeze without me.”

the boy who could fly

- “it’s time to take you home.”

- “i’ll be the brightest someday.”

- “don’t ruin a perfect thing.”

- “why do i still pray? when will it end? and who fucking cares?”

- “i swear to god, i did what i could.”

- “i’d rather be dead.”

- “don’t rain on my parade!”

- “i guess i never should have loved you.”

- “if you were gonna leave this world, how could it be without me?”

- “love dies like a dog.”

caraphernilia

- “there ain’t a thing that you can do that’s gonna ruin my night.”

- “honestly, it’s harder breathing next to you.”

- “hold my heart, it’s beating for you anyway.”

- “what if i can’t forget you?”

- “what’s so good about picking up the pieces?”

- “just give her back to me.”

- “you can’t just throw me away!”

- “what if i don’t even want to?”

- “i’d better learn to live alone.”

fast times at clairemont high

- “i was saving myself for you.”

- “we’ll be throwing a party.”

- “hold on, this is innocent blood.”

- “without you, nothing ever mattered.”

- “if i die, you die too.”

- “i just wanted one dance with you.”

- “melodramatic, but it turns me on.”

- “i’d kill anyone who gets too close.”

the new national anthem

- “somebody’s supposed to fall in love.”

- “you’ll be excited just to see me someday.”

- “darling, look at the sparks!”

- “you hold my attention without even trying.”

- “love, don’t forget to bleed.”

- “if i ever catch the ones who hurt you, i’m hoping that god looks away this time.”

bulletproof love

- “we used to laugh until we choked.”

- “it was the best time of my life.”

- “now i sleep alone, so don’t wake me up.”

- “the taste of you and me will never leave my lips again.”

- “i wanna hold your hands so tight i’m gonna break my wrist.”

- “i’m barely hanging on.”

- “by the time you’re hearing this i’ll already be gone.”

- “there’s nothing to do.”

- “this isn’t fair! don’t you try to blame this on me.”

- “my love for you was bulletproof, but you’re the one who shot me.”

- “goddamn it, i can barely say your name.”

stay away from my friends

- “i want you in the most unromantic ways.”

- “you’re torturing me with a beautiful face.”

- “come on, i thought we had a damn good thing.”

- “stay away from my friends.”

- “i still can’t believe how you look next to me.”

i don’t care if you’re contagious

- “i don’t wanna leave without you buried by my side.”

- “they’ll never take us alive.”

- “i would rather spend my life vacations in bed with you.”

- “i don’t care if you’re sick, i don’t care if you’re contagious. i would kiss you even if you were dead.”

- “i’d do anything to hold your hand.”

disasterology

- “i drank the poison then i passed the fuck out.”

- “i have a million different kinds of fun.”

- “can we create something beautiful and destroy it?”

- “you were screaming ‘till the police came.”

- “if every living thing dies alone, what am i doing here?”

- “if it’s the end of the world, you and me should spend the rest of it in love.”

million dollar houses (the painter)

- “would you ever try to leave me?”

- “i’ve broken bones for you, and for you only.”

- “we can run, baby, run now.”

- “i still remember how you moved so slow.”

- “we don’t stop ‘til someone’s bleeding.”

- “i make money, but we just can’t keep this home.”

- “sometimes the moon looks brighter than the sun.”

- “sometimes things don’t work out the way we planned.”

- “maybe we’re meant to lose the ones we love, but i’ll fight for you ‘til then.”

the sky under the sea

- “it’s gonna be the best day of my life.”

- “you’ll never be as beautiful without me.”

- “you’ll be alright as long as i’m not.”

- “sharpen your teeth and bite as hard as you want.”

- “is this fantasy real, or is it all home-made?”

- “yeah, that’s fuckin’ right.”

- “do you think you’re the only one afraid?”

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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 9 months

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Kie's Seashells (Day Five

Kiara Carrera x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, not proofread (again)

WC: .7k

@surftrips okay I know I keep saying that all of these are my favorite but I really am proud of this one

“I’m done,” Kie sighs, slouching in the hammock. “I’m giving up on love. First John B, then Pope, and now JJ? I’m screwed.”

“That’s nice,” Sarah replied, flipping another page in her book.

“That’s it? No, you’ll find love someday, you just haven’t found the right person?”

Sarah shook her head. “Nope.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“The right person’s been here the whole time. You just need to open your eyes.”

“God, cryptic much?!”

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“Kiara!” Anna Carrerra yelled from the bottom of the stairs. “You have dinner shift tonight!”

“I know!” Kie returned, huffing and tying her hair back. “I just don’t care.”

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Kie was cleaning up the Wreck by herself. There wasn’t much to do besides wipe tables and sweep floors. Something in the back booth caught her eye, and Kie wandered to the table.

A beautiful jar of seashells sat on the table, full of pale pink sand and adorned with a gorgeous blue netting bow.

Kie picked it up in awe. Whoever left this behind is crazy. There was a note written on the top of the jar.

Kie-- end of B dock, 11 pm. Don’t be late. ♡

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Kie shivered against the ocean breeze as she walked down the dock. She could see someone at the end of the dock and slowed a bit, suddenly nervous. What if I’ve just walked into my kidnapping?

“Hey, Kie!” Y/n called. “C’mon, don’t be shy, it’s just me!”

Kie laughed. “Only you would fill a jar with the prettiest things you can find on the beach, Y/n.”

“Yeah, too bad you weren’t out there when I was collecting beautiful things. That, and you wouldn’t fit in the jar.”

Kie pushed Y/n’s shoulder playfully. “Idiot.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“So… what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. I just thought we could spend the night on my parent’s boat. Sound good?”

Kie grinned, tilting her head to the side. “Random, but okay.”

“Hell yeah! Pulling an all-nighter with my favorite Carrera,” Y/n grinned, pulling Kie into her side.

“Oh, please. I had better be your favorite Carrera.”

Yeah, I’ll be honest, I don’t like your parents too much.”

Kie laughed. “Me either.”

Y/n laughed too, stopping at her parent’s boat to usher Kie onto the deck. “Milady.”

“Shut up, you’re turning into JJ.”

“Oh, that guy? God, what a comparison.”

“I happen to like ‘that guy’, thank you very much,” Kie scoffed, stepping onto the boat. Twinkle lights glowed within and a speaker sang softly in the corner. “Damn. Rough night?”

“You always manage to make it better, Kie,” Y/n murmured, pushing Kie into the main room and closing the door.

Kie sat on the couch, grinning. “All this for me?”

“And more, Kie. You deserve it.,” Y/n nudged the cooler with her foot. “Beers’ in there. And maybe a couple of ice cream sandwiches, but only ‘cause I love ya.”

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The sun was rising slowly over the marina, the golden hues crawling across Kie’s face and up Y/n’s legs.

“Hey, Kie,” Y/n mumbled, slowly sitting up. “You wanna dance?”

“Do I wanna what?” Kie asked, barely awake.

“Dance. C’mon, dance with me.”

“There’s not any music--”

“Just listen to the marina, okay? And then I’ll take you home.”

Kie stumbled to her feet, taking Y/n’s hand as she pulled Kie close with a hand on the small of her back.

Kie leaned her head on Y/n’s shoulder, feeling the soft, rhythmic thump-thump of Y/n’s heart.

“Hey, Kie?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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“Kie. Kie, baby, wake up,” Y/n gently shook Kie awake as the sun rose. “Baby, dance with me.”

“It’s, like, the buttcrack of dawn, Y/n. Can’t this wait?”

“No. Come on, please? For me?”

Kie slowly rolled out of bed and let Y/n lead her out onto the balcony.

“C’mere, darlin’,” Y/n pulled Kie close, resting Kie’s head against her chest.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“Like, so much.”

“Would you still hate me if I asked you to marry me?”

“Probably. I don’t even look good.”

“Liar. You look beautiful,” Y/n kissed Kie’s forehead softly and pulled away. As she got down on one knee, she said, “Kiara Carrera. You’ve had a hold on me since the day we met, even if you didn’t know it. These past two years have been a complete dream, and I’m terrified that I’m going to wake up.”

She pulled a small box out of her pocket. “Kie, baby, light of my life. Will you marry me?”Kie nodded, her hands over her mouth and her eyes welling with tears. “Yes.” Y/n slid the ring onto her finger and kissed Kie softly, resting her forehead on Kie’s. “Oh my God, I gotta tell Sarah. She was right.”

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heliads · 2 years

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hi! idk if you still do newsies requests, and if not thats ok, but if so do you think you could write one with a fem reader with either jack, race, or davey as the love interest? im a sucker for the stories where the boy accidentally says something that could be perceived as hurtful and the reader takes out of context and the love interest has to make it up to her and comfort her. if you decide to do this i’ll give you the freedom to go wherever you want to with this and i get it if you don’t want to :)

no pls i always do newsies reqs. anything for my boys.

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Thinking about this moment, you realize that this might be the happiest you’ve ever been in your life. It’s hard to appreciate life while you’re still living it, like rose-tinted glasses only exist when you’ve started missing what you should have loved while you were going through it, but right now, you’re beating the odds. This is good, and you still have it to treasure in the palm of your hand.

Still, even the knowledge that what you have is good still stings, in a way. You’re catching at the golden grains of sand even as they fall down the hourglass. You can stretch these blessed few hours out for as long as you can, but eventually, they’ll end. Some part of you wants to play God until the end of time, to reach out and tie everything down, but everyone leaves eventually.

As of right now, though, this doesn’t include the boy next to you. Jack Kelly is special, the kind of boy who only appears once in a person’s life, blooming as bright as a forest fire before he disappears without a trace. Right now, he’s yours for the taking, but he could be gone as soon as tomorrow.

The two of you are curled into a fire escape landing really only meant for one person, a hazy tangle of stretched limbs and worn clothes. Tomorrow, your legs will cramp up from the knot they’re in, but you can pretend you don’t notice it now. You and Jack have been watching the sun cross the horizon, reveling in the glory of not having to work at the moment.

You cast a quick glance his way, letting your gaze rove over his messy head of dark curls. They pour like water over his eyes, shading out his normally bright stare. It must be the artist in him, but you swear that he always seems hyper aware of just about everything, like he could find you in a crowd of millions or spot the one person who needs him the most. At the moment, it’s you, but again, your best strokes of luck could change in a moment.

Truth be told, you’re afraid for when this will end. Jack has been your closest friend for a long time now, although you developed feelings for him a while back. He’ll never feel the same way, obviously, because one cost of knowing all of Jack’s secrets backwards and forwards is that you’ve had plenty of time to hear about all the times he couldn’t care less about the various girls who make Manhattan their home. Jack could have a supermodel asking for a date, and he wouldn’t give her a second of his attention if he didn’t feel like it.

That should mean that days like this, when you’re able to share his afternoons, should mean more than usual, but even being the brightest star in his line of sight still isn’t enough for you. You don’t just want his attention as a friend, you want his love. You want your fingers curled around his heart, you want to know that he is yours, now and forever.

The only problem is that Jack refuses to let himself be tied down. He’s restless, constantly searching for a way to get out, out of the streets, sometimes even out of the city. You’re certainly grateful that he’s here, but you’ve heard the way he talks about Santa Fe like it’s the greatest dream to ever bless his head. Someday, even you won’t be enough to stop him from going, and you’ll have to live with that absence for the rest of your days.

For this afternoon, for this month, for even this year, though, he is here with you, and that means everything. For a few blessed moments, you can convince yourself that this is going to last forever, and that’s enough for you.

Jack looks at you now, the corners of his lips tugging up in something like self-consciousness. He’s usually confident, the boy who could be yours, always walking around the other newsies like he’s never doubted himself for a second. You’ve been able to learn the difference over the course of the past couple months. Witnessing the moment his facade breaks down is stunning, and the first time you saw it you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

By now, you’ve learned that the difference in him is normal, that he likes to pretend he’s something more just to make sure none of the other boys have to worry about themselves half as much as he does. You’re not sure why Jack thinks it’s okay to let down his guard around you, only that you’re glad to see it, and not just because it gives you a false hope that he could feel the same way about you as you do about him.

Jack rubs the back of his head, further mussing up his hair. “What?”

You repeat the question right back at him. “What?”

Jack makes a face. “You were looking at me. Do I have something on my face?”

The way he says it, so full of fear that you’d think he was worried about a deadly serpent instead of a smudge of dirt, makes you laugh. “No, you’re fine. Besides, you’ve literally never worried about that before.”

Jack rolls his eyes. “Well, excuse me for wanting to look my best. Some of us have standards.”

You arch a brow. “Does that mean I don’t?”

Jack gestures at the haphazard mess of limbs, the aftereffects of both of you trying to cram yourselves into this narrow fire escape. “It’s incredibly improper for you to be up here with a boy, you know. Who knows what could happen?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “I live in a house with thirty other boys. Also, we’ve been cloudwatching. The only thing that’s happened is that you’ve come close to falling asleep four times now.”

Jack frowns. “That’s so wrong. Maybe two times at most. I am very invested in these clouds.”

You chuckle. “Of course, I should have known.”

Jack’s eyes flash to you again, lingering on the tilt of your chin as you laugh. You wonder if he’s mapping you out in his head, tracing where he’d draw the shadows on your face. Regardless, it takes him quite a long time to manage to drag his eyes away once more.

“Listen, Y/N, I was thinking–”

Whatever Jack was thinking, he’s cut off by the sound of someone shouting his name from inside the Lodging House. He makes a face, and you swear you can watch his usual confident exterior wrap back around him like a shell, protecting him from having to take a single thing seriously again. Jack tries to ignore the summons in the hopes that the caller will go away, but when his name is yelled again, he groans and starts to stand up.

“One of the boys probably twisted an ankle again, I bet. Either that or Race dropped his box of cigars between the wall and his bed and thinks someone stole it. I’ll be back soon.”

You nod, and watch as Jack grabs his cap from where it’s long since fallen from his head. He disappears back inside, then pops back out again just as quickly, looking oddly panicked.

“You’ll wait for me, right? I swear, I’ll wrap this up as soon as I can, but I really need to talk to you. You’re going to be here when I come back?”

You give him your best attempt at a reassuring grin. “This is the only place in the entire Lodging House where I can actually be alone for once. Trust me, I’ll be right here.”

Jack grins, clearly relieved. “Ok, great.”

He heads back inside, and you’re left wondering what Jack could possibly have to say that would be so important he’d have to check and make sure you’d still be here. Usually, he seems to take your presence for granted, but not today. Interesting.

You’re a little too curious for your own good, so after a couple of minutes pass and Jack isn’t back yet, you decide to creep inside the Lodging House and see if you can find out what was so important that he’d have to dash away for a while in the midst of his seemingly crucial conversation.

You climb back through the window, and after padding down the hallway for a few meters, hear the sound of voices coming from a nearby room. You know that eavesdropping is rude, but you hear your name tossed back and forth between the few assembled newsies, and you know you have to listen.

Albert is talking to Jack, you think, with maybe Jojo and Race there too. “Hey, we’se not saying anything. We just want to know what’s going on.”

Jack sounds frustrated. “Nothing, alright? Nothing’s going on. We’se just talking.”

Jojo interrupts. “Oh, ‘cause that’s totally true. You’ve been out there with her for hours. That’s not nothing.”

You have a feeling they’re talking about you, the afternoon spent out on the fire escape. Some part of you wants to know Jack’s take on the matter, so you lean closer. He doesn’t disappoint, either, and speaks up soon enough.

“Like I said, it’s nothing. Y/N’s just a friend, if that. Stop trying to look into things if there’s nothing there.”

You feel your stomach drop as he says it. Thankfully, Race seems to want clarification, which saves you from the trouble of having to burst in there yourself.

“What do you mean, ‘if that?’ Why would you guys be anything other than friends? Unless, uh–”

Jack cuts him off hurriedly. “Nothing like that, Racer. Get your head out of the gutter, kid. All I mean is that, well, it’s like we talked about the other day, right? Sometimes people have different expectations for what they mean to somebody, and sometimes they’re wrong. It’s like that.”

All of a sudden, you think you’ve heard enough. Not only does Jack know how you feel, he doesn’t feel remotely the same way. You feel sick to your stomach. How could you have thought that he’d even want to love you, he scarcely even thinks of you as a friend?

You slip back down the hall, but this time, you don’t return to the fire escape. Let Jack head back there, feeling all victorious for tricking you yet again. You hope he happens upon that empty space of iron railings, you hope the pleasure gushes from him and leaves him feeling half as useless as you do. You don’t want to see him anymore, and you certainly don’t want any more of his conversation. Jack can keep his secrets, and you’ll keep the last of your pride. He can’t have any more of it.

In the end, you don’t know how Jack reacts. You do your best to avoid him, which is fairly easy with the number of newsies crammed into the Lodging House growing by the day. You can eat your meals at different times, sell your papes in different places with different partners, and stop seeking him out as you once did. All the while, you nurse your broken heart like a shattered bone, and no matter how few times you see Jack’s face, the hurt of it all still threatens to kill.

It won’t last forever, but you still weave this protective shroud of solitude about your shoulders, pretending it brings you warmth so you can at least feel something other than devastating chill. You can’t believe Jack would say such a thing, which makes it all the worse. It seems as if both of you have been recently disappointed by the other.

Despite this, Jack takes it upon himself to track you down after a week and a half of your supposed exile. You thought you were doing a good job of losing him, and then you round a street corner only to see him bearing down on you. You try to double back and lose him, but it’s too late by now. He’s seen you.

Jack jogs up to you, slinging an arm around your shoulders partially as a friendly gesture and also to make sure that you can’t run anymore. “There you are, Y/N. It’s funny, I almost thought you were avoiding me.”

He casts you a sharp look as he says this, daring you to confirm his suspicions. You just shrug.

“It’s a big city, Jack. It’s not impossible to go a day or two without seeing you.”

A furrow deepens in Jack’s brow. “See, that’s what I thought at first, but it’s been a week. Big city or no, I would have run into you at some point before today.”

When you refuse to elaborate further, he sighs. “Look, I just want to know what’s wrong. When I came back to that fire escape and found you missing, I assumed the worst. Can you at least tell me what’s going on?”

You waver, but cave under the force of Jack’s beseeching stare. You’ve never been able to hide anything from your friend, apparently not even your feelings for him.

“I was going to wait on the fire escape, but I went inside briefly. I came in just in time to hear you talking about how I didn’t mean as much to you as some of the boys thought.”

A dawning look of horror is growing on Jack’s face. Rather than bear witness to it any longer, you shake loose his arm and take a few quick steps away.

Jack shakes his head hurriedly. “That’s not what it was like at all, I swear. I would never say something like that.”

You fold your arms across your chest, doubtful. “Then what was it like?”

Jack rakes a hand through his hair. “The boys were confronting me about you again. They have all these crazy ideas about how I feel about you, and I didn’t want them spreading rumors that weren’t true, so I tried to shut them down. Looks like I was a little more overbearing than I needed, huh?”

Jack tries for a weak laugh, but you don’t join in. Instead, you’re just disappointed. Sure, at least you know that Jack doesn’t hate you, but you’re just back to square one of him not loving you.

“Why did the boys want to confront you about me? Has this happened before?”

Jack looks oddly nervous. “What? Oh, uh, no. Never. Why do you ask?”

This makes you more curious. “You said they were confronting you again. Like they’d talked to you about me before. Why?”

Now it’s Jack’s turn to quail beneath your inquisitive gaze, and like you, he’s unable to withhold the details.

“They think I like you,” he mutters under his breath, “they have for a while. Not sure why, of course, but—”

A slow smile is growing on your face. “And do you? Like me, that is.”

Jack looks away frantically, but no rescue is in sight. At last, he sighs, and nods slowly. “Yeah, I do. And you’d better not say a word to the other boys, because they’ll never let it go.”

You laugh. “Why would I say a thing to the other boys? Unless we wanted to, of course.”

Jack squints at you. “Wait, ‘we?’ Does that mean that you like me too?”

“Of course I do,” you say, “Have for a while, actually. That’s why I thought you were having that conversation in the first place, because you had to convince the boys that even if I was crushing on you, you didn’t feel the same.”

Jack stares at you for a moment, as if processing the whole conversation. All of a sudden, his face splits with a breathtaking grin. “Shoot, you like me. We should have talked about this earlier.”

You arch a brow. “Why, what would you have done differently?”

Jack looks oddly proud of himself, and seconds later, you figure out why. “This.”

When he kisses you, it feels perfect. Not too rushed or too slow, just the perfect conclusion, the one the two of you have been rushing towards perhaps since the moment you met. It is you and Jack until forever, and you couldn’t ask for anything else.

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consistentlyamess · 6 months

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We'll see about that - Chapter 2⎮‘Cause you’ve got too many scars to hide

[4.8K] who?me?getting carried away? never!

pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: You just wanted a fresh start but you might get more than you bargained for when the sleepy town of Hawkins lives up to its reputation.

warnings: takes place after season 4, 18+ , MDNI, slight age gap (reader is like 2 yrs older than Steve), canon typical violence, mentions of a lonely childhood, mentions of difficult relationship with parents, swearing, eventual smut, abusive relationship, brief stancy storyline, strangers to friend to lovers, pining, storm, pnaic attackish happening, mentions of blood and injuries, slowburn, flashbacks in italics, i changed a tiny thing compared to the sneak peek but i think it's better this way, sorry and lmk if i missed anything!!

A/N: HI HELLO!! thank you for your patience and all, it did take a lot longer to churn this chapter out that I expected but here we are!! comments, like reblogs are apprciated as always or just come chat at me! And as always 💜💜💜 TY for reading!!!!💜💜💜 Fic Masterlist Previous Chapter I Next Chapter Coming Soon

‘You sure you have everything?’ Laura asked with a worried look in her eyes.

‘Yeah, I think so. Wasn’t much to begin with really.’ You tried to laugh it off but it came a little broken. A little less careless than you would’ve liked.

‘I’m so sorry I couldn’t do more.’ Laura almost whispered and gave your upper arm a light squeeze. She tried to be encouraging but it was more along the lines of ‘I’m sorry’.

‘You did way more than you ever signed up for Lore. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t even be here right now.’

‘I just-‘ She tried to finish but couldn’t. She just shook her head instead and searched your face a little.

‘How’s your nose?’ She touched the gauze for a second.

‘I’ll be fine Lore. It doesn’t even hurt that much anymore. The doctor said I won’t even be able to see it in a couple of months. The stitches in my eyebrows might show a little. But you’ll have to be really closely. It’s all gonna be fine. I promise.’

She nodded hurriedly, fervently. Willing your words to be true.

‘You’ll call me when you get there?’

‘Of course! And I’ll write and maybe you can come to Hawkins sometime.’ You smiled whistfully. Maybe someday.

‘Okay. Are we completely sure that the old car is taken care of?’

‘Hundred percent, yes. The plate is gone and it was sold like two states away.’ She said a lot more confidently. That they could take care of. The least they could do, she felt like

You took a deep breath.

‘Okay.’

You hugged each other and suddenly it did feel a lot more like saying goodbye. You cried in the past few weeks. A lot. But it was mostly out of frustration. Maybe anger. The sadness of it all you tried to keep hidden, even from yourself. It was too much to bear all at once. You had to keep going and if you let yourself consider the full weight of it all, it might crush you and the hole thing would fall apart. You couldn’t let that happen. For Laura. For your mom. For yourself. You kept it together though, the roared up, you watched Laura disappear in the rearview mirror and your were off. You drove about ten minutes before you had to pull over and cry for a good five minutes, uninterrupted because the tears just kept blurring your vision. This was it. You did it. You got out.

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Fall arrived with full force in Hawkins in the middle of September. Leaves started ruffling slightly more dryly in the trees, the sun became less punishing, nights started to feel a lot more cozy with a cup of tea in your hand.

You did meet Miss Kelly in the end. As well as the other teachers. Well, the remaining ones. You never really had difficulty with creating connections. You were nice and open to people. You had a good sense of humor and way of putting people at ease fairly quickly. One of the reasons you thought Robin gravitated towards you. The teachers of Hawkins Elementary? Not so much. You, yourself were a little bit rusty. You became a tad more guarded and careful but that was nothing compared to them. They avoided eye contact, dodged every invitation and initiation of conversation. The children were a lot similar. The reward stickers didn’t work, you scaresly got a chuckle or a smile when you made jokes or tried to ease conversation. They came in, they did the work and that was it.

In this environment it didn’t take long for an uneasy feeling of impending doom to set in the pit of your stomach. It was unsettling to say the least. With work kicking in and trying to crack the code to the good graces of your students or at least easing their worries a little you didn’t really have time to hangout with the crew. You shared a coffee with Nancy here and there and you really cherished those mornings. You totally got what Steve saw in her. She was smart and kind and made you feel welcome. But under the demiour exterior she still had a kick to her. Some fire and fierceness that made you quite sure that she could kick anybody’s ass if she wanted to. Will slowly became a regular after classes to hangout, talk about art and get some tips as well. You felt a lingering sadness in him that you were all too familiar with. But you could also feel how he softened up after being shown kindness. It broke your heart a little bit but you were happy to provide those moments of serenity. A little relief feels like a lot at certain times. Jonathan usually picked him up and you chatted sometimes. You felt a kinship with that you couldn’t really place, until it was made clear that their father was also an asshole and he, just like you, was somewhat of a weird kid in high school. Everytime the topic of Nancy came up however, he immediately became more guarded and tried to avoid the subject as much as possible. You were extremely curious but didn’t want to push him.

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The third hiccup happens when you and Robin are arguing about a movie at Family video.

‘What? No fucking way, there’s nobody who’s hotter that Pheobe Cates!’

‘Thank you!’ You hear Steve shouting out from in between the rows. Robin gives you a ‘see?’ look.

‘Okay, not the best company, but I do stand by it. Phoebe Cates and maybe Molly Ringwald.’

‘Are you sure you’re straight?’ Robin asks you with a playful tilt in her head. You don’t have a chance to answer because the whole store shakes. It’s an earthquake. You heard about them but never experienced one. Your balance is thrown off, some tapes hit the ground but the shelves stay and for a second you’re not sure if it’s really happening. Robin then disappears behind the counter, Steve calls out and from 83 you to 92 percent certainty that it’s real. Robin emerges, Steve gets back and a blind man wouldn’t miss the look they share.

‘Peach’ Steve comes up behind you. ‘ You okay?’ He asks. He’s holding your elbow and at this point you’re not entirely sure where the disorientation is coming from. He squeezes a little harder. ‘Hey, everything’s alright, we’re all good.’

‘What was that?’ You ask in a voice that’s a little weaker that you’d like it to be.

‘It was an earthquake, they happen here sometimes, we’re all good, but I’m gonna need you to go home now, okay?’

‘But-’

‘No! Sorry, but no.’ you can feel the way he softens from one second to the other. ‘No, I need you to go home. We know how to handle this, we’ll check in tomorrow and everything will be fine, but you have to go home. Please.’ He’s pleading and the honey brown eyes have their charm whether you’re willing to admit or not. You tell yourself that he’s right. That you’re gonna be safer at home.

So you go. While you’re driving home a storm breaks out. And not just any storm. It was properly raging. Lighting after lightning came down from the sky and the thunders were just sort of blending into each other. You fucking hated storms. The wind was howling and the second you got into the apartment, you cowered away into the corner of your living room. How did it get so bad, so quickly? How was this even possible? Was this the curse everybody was talking about? Catching yourself in the whirlpool of your thoughts, you gripped your knees tighter to your chest. What a fucking pathetic sight, you thought to yourself. It’s just a fucking storm and you’re crouching in the corner like a frightened puppy. Look at yourself, and you think, you can take care of yourself. Adorable. It made your skin crawl because it was him talking. It was his words, his voice, even without him you had him in your head. Grabbing at the sides of your head you tried to stop it. Tried to physically squeeze the thoughts out. But it didn’t work. Turning the TV on also didn’t help much. Your breath quickened, you could feel your heartbeat in your ears and the tears started flowing down your face. You don’t have a sense of time anymore. It might have been a few minutes, it might have been hours. You don’t even have it in you to glance at your watch.

‘Nonononono’ you practically whined. ‘No, please, stop it. Just stop it please.’ The storm, this feeling, the fear, all of it. You couldn’t drown it out and it made you feel paralyzed but also clenching all your muscles at the same time. Laura told you that her therapist suggested a check-in with herself about every 30 minutes to unclench her jaw. She told you it really helped her. You tried. You really did. But you couldn’t tell your jaw from your shoulders anymore and nothing worked.

Another shock came to your system when there was a knock at the door. Everything became even more blurred around you and you thought you might throw up. You wanted to go get the gun but you couldn’t move.

‘Go away!’ It was a guttural scream. It came from somewhere deep and instinctual that has been secluded for so long. You were sobbing at this point and then you heard it. Through everything, you still heard it.

‘Peach?! Is that you? It’s Steve. Are you hurt? Can you open the door?’

Steve. It clicks in your brain and you could swear your heart stopped the same second the thunder and lightning miss a beat. Everything is quiet just in that second and you feel like the world changes settings just for you. Like a personal little raining cloud fizzles, disappears and a warm light appears above your head that starts to melt your frozen limbs and fried out nerve endings. Your movements are still rigid but you feel your fingers twitch.

‘Steve-‘ You whisper in front of yourself and lean forward. He knocks again and you call out a little louder this time. Shedding your blanket, your body starts cooperating. Just keep crawling toward the warm voice. Still, by the time you make it to the door, he’s saying he will break it down if he has to and is not leaving until he sees you.

The door opens up and he’s standing there, relief washing over him when he lays eyes on you, just to quickly be replaced by concern again.

‘Hey, what happened, ‘re you okay?’ He wants to hold you so bad but for now is satisfied with finding your fingers in the dark and touching them. You nod, as best as you can, which admittedly is not very good.

‘W-why didn’t you ca-call?’ You ask just to regret it with the next breath because your throat and voice are wrecked from the sobbing.

‘Phone lines are out. I also didn’t want to spook you. The last time you got a phone call, you acted a little funny...’ He gets it out in one breath, rushing through the sentence. ‘What happened, did you get hurt?’ He looked you over, searching for something. Teared fabric, blood, something. You put your hands on his shoulder in an attempt to calm or at least slow him down and it only registers properly then that he’s fully drenched.

‘Shit, you’re completely soaked through! Come in, let’s get you dry.’ You’re still unsure of your movements but you usher him in, despite his muffled and somewhat weak protests. He wanted to stay but unlike you he did have some teared fabric and blood on him that you were yet to notice. He didn’t want you to see that but he did crave some comfort after watching Nancy holding Jonathan’s hand while Robin patched him up. He was selfish, he knew that. He tried to tell himself that it has to mean something that after his arm was bitten by a demobat his first thought was to check on you on his way home. He just wanted to see your house, maybe some lights, possibly you moving in front of a window. But he couldn’t see anything other than the flickering of the TV and after the night he didn’t take it as a good sign. Or just really wanted to see you. He thinks both might be possible, even if the letter might make him a little creepy.

You lead him to the bathroom, the new purpose giving a little stillness to your limbs and voice.

‘I can put your clothes in the drier for a quick round and get you something to change into. The guy who lived here left some st- Jesus fucking Christ what the hell happened to you?’ the moment you turned on the light you saw it. The cuts, the bruises, the blood, some dried, some fresh.

‘You should see the other guy’ he tried to give you a cheeky smile but you could tell he was hurting.

‘Did you get into a fight? Who did this?’

‘Yeah, something like that. But I’m gonna be fine, I promise, I’ve had much worse. Ask anyone, Dustin we’ll gladly tell you about every single time I got my ass handed to me.’ His face is hurting, he’s cold but all he can think about at this moment is that he hates you’re worrying about him. He hates the way your eyebrows crease together as you try to assess the damage he’s taken. He hates the way your hands hesitate to reach out. You clearly had a rough night yourself and he hates he’s making it worse. You open your mouth like you’re gonna say something but it closes again.

‘Okay’ you say finally. ‘Sit down, I’ll get the first aid kit.’

He’s dumbfounded for a moment but ultimately glad you’re not asking questions. He’s agitated, he’s scared, he’s alone and he doesn’t trust himself with keeping a secret now. If you start asking it might all just spill out from him which he desperately wants to avoid. You can’t get anywhere near this. Well, not any nearer.

You come back with hands full of stuff - dry clothes hanging off of your arm, a glass of water in your hand, the first aid kit in the other.

‘Here’ you start by handing him the water. After laying the clothes on the side of the tub, you hand him an aspirin. ‘This’ll take care of the pain for now. You can take a shower if you want to, then I’ll disinfect your wounds, get some bandages and if you get a good night’s sleep, you’ll be better by tomorrow.’ You spoke so softly, he immediately calmed down and for a moment even forgot that he just barged in on you, on your weekend no less. He forgot to look away for a second though and his eyes started searching yours. Your face was puffy, your eyes were red and there were some sniffles here and there.

‘Were you crying before I got here?’

‘Thank you usually works in this situation.’

‘Shit, I’m sorry, I am very thankful but I came here in the first place to make sure you were okay and as far as I can tell, you’re not.’

‘I- It’s just… I fucking hate storms.’ Your arms come up, wrapping around yourself. Not being able to hold his gaze you glance down to the tiles and take a deep breath. ‘I’ll be fine, I just want it to be over.’ You start moving for the first aid kit. ‘But you’re a pretty good distraction, so let’s get you cleaned up, shell we?’ You leave him to change and when you go back he’s sitting on the top of the closed toilet waiting for you. You’re meticulous but soft, determined but attentive and the way you balance the disinfectant, the cotton pads is almost hypnotic to him. In return the sense of purpose anchors you and you’re able to tune out almost everything that’s not connected to helping Steve. When you get to a particularly nasty cut above his eyebrow, he hisses.

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m almost done.’

‘No, you’re okay, this is what you’re supposed to do, right?’ He quotes you back to you and even as his eyes are shut tight you can tell that his face is about an inch away from slipping into a smug grin. He makes you chuckle and he swears it’s a better painkiller than the actual pill you gave him.

‘Okay, there are a couple of pretty deep cuts here. I’m gonna need you to hold still. Hold onto something and tell me about a good memory.’

‘A good memory?’

‘Yeah. I learned it with kids. When I have to tend to them, making them talk keeps their mind occupied and lets me apply the disinfectant or put a bandaid on.’

‘Huh, that’s smart’ he looks up at you with a goofy grin and sparkling eyes and you have to clear your throat to remind yourself what you were doing.

‘So, good memory. You have anything?’

‘Yeah, sorry, yeah, I got it. Do your worst.’

‘Alright, start talking, pretty boy.’ The nickname slips out so effortlessly, you almost don’t notice it. The way his lips part a little and the tip of his ears run pink clues you in that you did indeed say it out loud and he did hear you.

‘Uhm, yeah, I, uh, the first thing that came to mind was the day I got my car. And before you roll your eyes, I know how it sounds and for a long time it was like that. Being the only 17 year old who was driving around in a brand new BMW instead of a banged up used car my parents passed down was pretty sweet. It was a guilt present from my dad because he forgot my birthday that year.’ A peng of pain hits your heart. He doesn’t sound very hurt now but you can imagine it wasn’t always like this. ‘I could drive my friends and girls around and it did feel like a sanctuary sometimes. Then those friends turned out to be not very good people, the girls turned out to be more interested in the car and pool in the backyard than me and shit happened and I got my heart broken and then I started driving this little shithead around and the car didn’t change and I basically still just drive people around but those people happen to really like me, for god knows why, and it got us out of some deep shit and I’m actually afraid of the day when it breaks down finally or I have to sell it or anything because half of my goddamn life is in that car.’ You pull away as he finishes his story and let his hair fall back to his forehead. You move back for a second to wipe a stray lock away from his eyes and then lean back to the sink. Your voice is barely above whisper as you speak again.

‘You’re all done.’ He touches his face carefully and you watch him with soft eyes. ‘Thank you for telling me that. Technically it wasn’t one memory but I’ll let it slide for now.’

His smiles.

‘What about you?’

‘What about me?’ You ask, tilting your head, crossing your arms.

‘A good memory. I just laid my heart out for you, it would make me feel better if I wasn’t the only one.’

‘Okay, first of all, you told a semi-moving story about how much you love your car, ‘laying your heart out’ is a tad dramatic.’ You start packing the stuff you spread around the bathroom. ‘Second of all, I don’t need to be cleaned up or distracted, so maybe next time.’

‘Well, that’s not fair! C’mon, just one, just a tiny little story.’

‘God, you’re unbearable!’ You roll your eyes playfully. ‘This wasn’t part of the agreement and-’ You don’t get to finish the sentence because there’s a particularly loud crash, thunder and lightning coming down with a real fury. You jump with a gasp bumping your knee on the side of the tub.

‘Fuck’

‘Hey, hey, hey,’ Steve calls, coming up behind you. ‘You’re okay, it’s okay, it’s just a storm.’ He turns you to face him so he can find your eyes. He’s lying through his teeth but he needs you to believe that it’s just a storm. You’re too smart and stubborn for your own good. He can’t slip.

‘I just really fucking hate storms.’ You say as you lay your forehead on his shoulder.

‘Yeah, I got that.’ He’s careful, he holds you so lightly because he’s scared you’re gonna come to your senses and pull away before he can properly figure out which floral scent is coming from your hair and which one is your perfume and can properly memorize the little baby hair on the nape of your neck or imagine how it would feel to be tickled by them in the morning.

‘Just breath, I’m here. And maybe if you need some distraction, you could tell me about that good memory, now?’

You don’t look up, but you chuckle a little.

‘Well, when I was a little girl there was this treehouse in the neighbor's yard. I was so jealous of it, I wanted it to have one so badly, or just go up in it, just once. But the house was mostly vacant and I got caught by my mom one time when I was trying to climb the fence, so I just stared at it and wished that someday, maybe I could play in it.’

Your voice was a little muffled because you were talking at the bathroom tiles but Steve was listening intently. He pictured you with a petulant little pout, sitting in a garden, burning holes in the treehouse with your eyes. It made him smile.

‘And then one day, out of nowhere, a family moved in. They had a daughter, Lilly, and she just invited me over one day when she saw me in the garden. We played and talked and given it’s not that hard to make friends when you’re eight, we did become inseparable almost instantly. I had such a good time, I almost forgot about the treehouse. I would’ve been happy to just spend the whole afternoon curled up in the grass, talking but then she said she wanted to show me her treehouse and I nearly started crying, I was so excited. We went up and it was everything I wanted and more. I think that was the highest I’ve ever been at that point, I could see the whole neighborhood and it felt like nothing could touch me there.’

‘We spent so much time there. It became like a sanctuary too. We went there when we got our first crushes, when she got yelled at, when we wanted to feel safe. On some summer nights we even slept out there and I think those were the best nights of my life.’

During your story Steve was stroking your arm up and down, soothing you, saying with every touch ‘I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, I’ll be your new treehouse, all you have to do is ask me’.

‘Technically that wasn’t one memory either but I liked it, so I’m gonna let you get away with it.’ He squeezes your arm one last time and lets go slowly, trying to get you to look up at him.

‘The storm passed I think. It’s just the rain now.’

‘Is it gonna come back?’

‘I’m not sure. Maybe. Hawkins has some weird weather sometimes.’

‘Hawkins seems to have weird everything sometimes.’

‘Yeah, that’s fair.’

With the weather getting back to something you can handle and the house quiet with the dim lights of the bathroom it starts hitting you how close the two of you are standing and how this whole thing has been very, well, for lack of a better word, cozy. Even if it was only the instinct to help someone, he quite literally saved your night. Maybe even you. You’re wondering why exactly he came here in the first place and you find some kind of answer in the way he's looking at you, the way he stayed with you in the storm. It’s the same need to take care of people. It’s the driving the little shitheads around even though they really are shitheads, it’s the trying to distract someone from pain and hurt by making them think about something nice, something happy, it’s the holding a burned hand under cold water and it’s the swiping a lock of hair away so it doesn’t land in their eyes. It’s not something that just leaves you. Heartbreaks and grief can suppress it for a while but the world has a funny way of bringing it out again in the most unexpected moments. Like in a tiny, poorly lit bathroom during a storm from hell, trying to wipe the blood from the cheekbones of the prettiest boy. You inhale sharply because your insistence to keep your distance might be wavering and you know it’s a bad idea. Steve’s still into Nancy, Nancy’s with Jonathan, Jonathan is acting weird, well, everyone’s acting weird. But you keep looking at each other and you’re almost a hundred percent sure, he has similar thoughts running through his mind.

‘I uh, I should go, I think, I don’t want to bother you anymore.’ He starts talking finally, running a hand down the back of his neck.

‘You weren’t bothering me. If it wasn’t for you I would still be curled up in the corner of my living room.’

‘I can, you know, I can stay too. In a completely non-creepy way. I just wanna make sure you’re okay. I’ll gladly keep on distracting all night if needed.’

You don’t miss the slight double-entendre painting the words and you raise an eyebrow.

‘In a non-creepy way, huh?’ He gets flustered when he fully understands what you mean and what he just said. He’s about to start protesting but his nerves prevent him from being quick on his feet. You save him, mercifully.

‘I know what you mean, relax. And thank you, it’s very knight in shining armor of you but I’ll be okay now. You should go home, take a hot shower, drink some tea and get into bed. I’ll throw your clothes in the drier and get them back to you.’

‘Alright, yeah, you’re right. Thank you for taking care of me, Peach. You’re a lot better at this than I am or god forbid Robin.’

‘It’s alright. Thank you for distracting me, Harrington!’

‘Back to second names? Really? After all we’ve been through in the last like two hours?’

‘I mean, I gotta be careful. Can’t call you everytime there’s a storm, now can I? Gotta keep it professional.’

‘You can. You can call me in every storm. You can call me without a storm too, I left my number for a reason.’ You wince a little.

‘Yeah, sorry I haven’t called, I guess. I’ve just been so busy with school and everything.’ You couldn’t let him know that you tried. You tried so many times but chickened out at the last second every single time.

‘It’s okay. I can wait. You know where to find me.’

He starts walking towards the door and you follow him out. You fall back into silence again, listening to the rain on the roof and the remains of the wind quietly howling outside.

‘Most of the bandages will last like a week I think but you should change the one above your eyebrow and the one on your left cheek sometime tomorrow.’

‘Thanks Doc. And seriously, call me if you need anything.’

‘Okay.’ You whisper with a soft smile.

‘Good night, sweetheart. Get some sleep.’ He says as he comes close to you. He hesitates for a minute and then presses a barely there kiss to your hairline.

‘Good night’ you whisper back.

You clock the slight pause after he gets in the car and you watch as the maroon BMW leave. You wonder if this is going to be one of those moments you regret, wishing you could say what you wanted to say, wishing you could just ask him to stay or one of those moments you’ll see as dodging a bullet, wishing you could see everything in that moment.

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am-3-thyst · 2 years

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using you

shouta aizawa x fem!reader

“we’re such a mess together, you make me lose my temper.”

word count: 0.9k

summary: after she left, he only then realised what he lost. It was so difficult to get over her, but for her it seemed otherwise

warnings: neglect, angst, anxiety, slight mention of not eating

request from @potofpatterns

part 2 of runaway runaway

He was restless. At night he felt himself crumble, bed empty, the house quiet. Mornings unfulfilled without the humming coming from the bathroom, or the smell of tea that brewed on the counter. Black specifically, with a tablespoon of honey. It was rough, coming home from a long day, not receiving her embrace, as she would rub the tension out of his back, or comb his hair thoroughly as he talked about his night. Where did it all go wrong?

Oh.

It occurs to him, whilst he lays down in his bed, staring at the ceiling or the moonlight that peeked through the windows. Of course it was him at fault, because he couldn’t deal with his own shit. He expected himself to be more organised but of course he couldn’t make up his damn mind, he had no control.

He felt stupid, really. As great as it was to reminisce on back in the days, when they constantly talked about their future. A happy, married future, adopting a cat or two, white picket fence and who knows, someday a family. But no, his actions changed all that.

Constantly making lazy excuses for his own behaviour, for him lashing out, neglecting and ghosting her when the sun went down. It’s not like they spoke in the morning, both in hardworking jobs, especially due to him having to wake up earlier than her, it created distance between the two.

You’re the only one, who’s making me come to my sinful senses

Her smell still lingered in their, well, his apartment. He could only worry, is she okay? Is she safe? He could still imagine her body in his arms when he would embrace her late in the night. “Fuck.” He muttered, why would he let their relationship turn out this way? He could scoff in astonishment in himself, although he felt his throat grow dry. The fact that he was the one that chased her off was unbearable.

He grunted, running his rough fingers through his ragged, black hair, already feeling the eye bags underneath his eyes grow heavier by the second. He had to do something, but where could she be? He was unsure. What happens if she sees me and I make everything so much worse? Throwing his fist against his bed, he dragged the covers over his shoulders.

This could wait ‘til morning.

—

He hooked a finger around the collar of his turtleneck nervously, a long black coat enveloped his figure as he stared into the reflection of a bakery window. He saw her there, on a park bench specifically. She still looked radiant as ever, but she had been speaking with a man he did not recognise. Her smile gleamed, but his had faltered. Were he to go speak with her? Wait until the man had left? Thoughts swirled and spiraled in his mind, unsure on how he should approach his fiance. Could he even still call her that? She hadn’t taken off the ring. That must have been a good sign.

Right?

He span around, she was waving bye to him, as he had walked off. His chance had come. So he coughed, and started walking up to her.

I’ll never love anyone the same

It was when their eyes met, she had frozen. Worry burying in her stomach, a bad taste left in her mouth. He gave her a wave, unsure where to start. “I missed you, its- it makes me feel rotten when you aren’t home. You know I love you, and I miss having you around, in bed next to me every damn night, waiting for me at the latest of hours. I miss you getting on my ass whenever I haven’t eaten properly. You mean the world to me.” He huffed nervously. “Can we end this little feud between us, I can change for the better. Im sorry for how I’ve been, you didn’t deserve this – But I promise you we can go back to normal! I swear.”

I’ll never feel ashamed of using you for pleasure.

She scoffed, eyebrows furrowing at her desperate ‘fiance’, who’s hands clambered in her presence. “You’re joking, right?” She shook her head in disbelief. “Shouta, I’ve dealt with you for months on end. All because I loved you, I stayed even while you had a stick up your ass. It only took me leaving for you to realise I didn’t deserve that treatment? Where is your common sense?” She stood up, face forward. “You truly are arrogant, We’ve been together for so long, Shouta. The man I fell in love with is gone, heck, every damn time I talked about our wedding, not once did you show enthusiasm!”

She clenched the bag sitting on her shoulder. “You only want me once you realise what you have and will lose. After all the things I’ve done for you, I’d like you to even try to list the affection and attention you’ve given me.”

He winced, her words hitting him like stones.

“You’re an excuse of a man. the nerve to react like this, only to say you’ll change?” She was right, he thought.

On so many occasions, he told her he would change, and a small spark of hope in her brain told her he was right.

When now even he still hasn’t.

“I’m so damn exhausted, you act like I don't have a job too? Im uneasy every time I get home, my back aches and my migraines get so bad I need to sit down for a while. But you know what? I put it all aside for you.”

We’re such a mess together.

“God, you make me lose my temper!”

She exclaimed, fists clenched. “Especially after that ‘I’m not in love with you anymore’ bullshit? Really? As much as I hate to cause a scene, Shouta, you need to hear it. ‘Cause I’m done.” She wrapped her arms around her torso in an attempt to comfort and control herself.

“Don’t do this to us, please, my girl.”

She scoffed, grabbing his palm. It felt so nice to receive touch from her, until she pulled the ring off her finger and placed it in his hand.

“Don’t you see Shouta? You did this to yourself.”

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primusfortuna · 9 months

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Rouge ⟡ Love Wrapped in Ribbons of Gratitude (02)

[01] [XX] [03] [04] [05] [Sun] [Moon]

“Because They’re Family”

That afternoon— In order to smoothly make our way around town, we decide to split into pairs.

Rouge: ...Our random draw determines that—

Rouge: —me and Emma-chan will be together, and Cyrus and Emilio will be the other pair~!

Emilio & Cyrus: Oh... / ......

Rouge: So! I’m in your hands, Princess Emma ♪

Emma: P-Please don’t make fun of me by calling me “princess”.

Rouge: I’m not making fun of you, I swear.

Rouge: I’ve told you this over and over, haven’t I? You’re absolutely gorgeous, just like a real princess.

Emma: ......!

Rouge: Alright, guys! As the honorable preachers, we’ve gotta keep up the spirit for our afternoon run!

Emma: You weren’t here for the morning run, though.

Rouge: Let’s forget about that, Emma-chan!

Cyrus: ..........Ready, Emilio?

Emilio: ..........Yeah. We’ll put up announcements in the square.

(Cyrus and Emilio exit)

Emma: (I wonder if they’ll be okay... Cyrus-san and Emilio-san... There’s definitely some distance between them.)

Rouge: Man, “family” sure is a complicated thing, huh?

Emma: Huh?

Rouge: I heard that they’re twins. But being related doesn’t mean you’re bound to be best buds.

Rouge: Things can get especially messy when you’re close like that.

Emma: (So Rouge-san has picked up on it too.)

↪ Maybe so. (Moon +4)

Emma: Maybe so. Rouge: Are you worried about them? Emma: Yes... It might be none of my business, but I am a little. Rouge: Caring too much is one of your best qualities! Rouge: There are people like that, after all. Maybe you’ll be the link that binds them.

↪ You’re very observant. (Sun +4)

Emma: You’re very observant for someone who just met them. Rouge: Ahaha. It would take a fool not to notice that. Rouge: But... it doesn’t seem like they hate or loathe each other. Rouge: I think they’re still okay, for now. Emma: “For now”...?

Though barely noticeable, Rouge-san’s voice is tinged with heartache.

My gaze lingers on him before I can catch myself. But he sends back a gentle smile, melting away any unease I have.

Rouge: Okay, okay, let’s get a move on! I’ll escort you, Emma-chan.

Emma: Escort?

Rouge: ’Cause we’re the prince and princess! We can’t be strangers, right? Even better, let’s be lovebirds~

Emma: ...Hehe. I’m not confident about being lovebirds, but you’re right.

He offers his arm, I take it, and we walk together side-by-side.

Emma: Speaking of Love Day, are you going to give presents to anyone?

Rouge: Good question~ I think I’ll be giving lots of things to all the Moon Wanderers, alongside my daily inconvenience fees.

Rouge: You’ve gotta up your game or they’ll really get rid of you someday, right?

Emma: I’m sure they wouldn’t do that... But in that case, I want to give them all something this year, too.

Rouge: Good idea! I bet they’ll cry tears of joy.

Emma: Oh, you’re stretching it. Ah, of course I’ll get you something too.

Rouge: ...Mm.

Rouge: Thanks, Emma-chan.

Emma: (...Rouge-san?)

Rouge: What do you want in return? Wine? Liqueur? Or maybe you like a strong brandy every now and then?

Emma: Isn’t that all alcohol? Sounds like you just want a drink.

Rouge: No, of course n—maybe a little?

Emma: Thought so.

Rouge: But but, the point is to do it with you ♪

He looks the same as ever with that hearty grin, but...

Emma: (Was I just... imagining that a second ago?)

Just for a moment, he let a complicated smile slip, and it’s tugging at my heart.

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myuntachi · 3 days

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18trip Translation: 000 SIDE BLANK A04, THE FIRST TRIP

Hamasaki: If you stay out here, you’ll catch a cold.

Boy in the hospital: …………

Hamasaki: Hey, Kafka…… Should we go back inside?

Kafka: No way.

Hamasaki: But……. If you catch a cold, it’ll be really bad!

Kafka: …… I’ll just stay right here. Just here…… on the rooftop courtyard.

From my hospital room to here……. It’s the only trip that I can take.

Hamasaki: Kafka……. But, but! After the big surgery, you’ll be able to go anywhere, right!? Becoming healthy, traveling somewhere…… We’ll have a super fun trip, so let’s play a lot, okay?

Kafka: The success rate of the surgery isn’t 100%……

Hamasaki: Are you saying it might fail?

Kafka: …… Either way, the surgery is still a long way off.

Hamasaki: Kafka…

Kafka: I’m jealous of you, Hamasaki…… You can go anywhere, no matter how far—

Hamasaki: ……Then, Kafka. After the rain stops, let’s go on a journey. The two of us, together.

Kafka: Together…… With me?

Hamasaki: Yeah. Together.

Kafka: …… Hey, Hamasaki.

Hamasaki: Hm?

Kafka: Please… don’t let go of my hand. Tightly, just like this, forever……

Hamasaki: Mhm. I won’t let go.

Kafka: Forever? Someday…… Someday, when I have my surgery, too……?

Hamasaki: I won’t ever let go. I swear.

Kafka: Do you promise?

Hamasaki: Yeah, I promise!

Hamasaki: —That promise I made, huh.

Messages: Ooguro Kafka

From: Kafka [The surgery is over.]

To: Kafka [Eh!?]

To: Kafka [Surgery!? It’s done!? What are you saying!?]

From: Kafka [Sorry. It was decided so suddenly that I couldn’t let you know ahead of time.]

To: Kafka [How did it go?]

To: Kafka [Kafka?]

To: Kafka [Did something happen?]

To: Kafka [Heeeeeey!!]

Hamasaki: —He isn’t replying.

But, if that’s the real Kafka texting me that it’s over, the surgery must have been a success.

(Well, he said so, but until I see his face I won’t be able to relax!

Hamasaki: Kaf—

Slender Man with Glasses: DON’T MOVE!!!! Stop right there!

Hamasaki: Uwaa!?

Slender Man with Glasses: You cannot enter this room! Many unsolved cases overlook key clues in the initial investigations.

Hamasaki: (Oh, is this Kafka’s butler……?)

Sakujiro-san? You said I couldn’t come in…… This is Kafka’s room, isn’t it?

D-Did something happen to Kafka……!?

Sakujiro: That is what I am investigating now. I am terribly sorry, but please wait over there for a while, Hamasaki-san.

Hamasaki: Eh…… Okay?

Sakujiro: It cannot be helped. If you fly too close to the sun, your wings will melt, and to become reliant on artificial intelligence is to corrupt mankind…… If possible, I’d rather not use it, but……

Hamasaki: Is that another piece of Sakujiro’s Series of Puzzle-solving Tools?

Sakujiro: Exactly, it has been handed down in the Kafka family for generations. The butler’s 777 tools.

…… This time, this should work perfectly. The young master scent detector, “KunKun PeroPero Circle¹”. Taking daily records of the young master’s scent, this dog-style robot can detect what the young master is doing, what he is eating, even what he is hiding, as well as changes in the young master’s blood composition.

Hamasaki: Even tasting it…… It can do that?

Sakujiro: It is not “tasting it.” It is within my heart and soul. I can sense it right here. See, it’s on now.

Ah, a reaction! 36 minutes and 31 seconds prior, the young master got out of bed and changed from his pajamas into his everyday clothing.

Hamasaki: Of course, those are his pajamas thrown off over there!

Sakujiro: Here, he turned around and put a single piece of dental gum in his mouth. Naturally, the bottle is one piece of gum lighter than when I checked it this morning.

Hamasaki: He can tell from the weight of the container…… incredible……

(Sakujiro-san always knows everything Kafka is up to……)

Sakujiro: Gripping the door, the young master peered down the hallway, left, right, left, to confirm it was safe. Ahh, it’s just like when the young master was a small child and would ask me to ensure it was safe.

Hamasaki: In other words, Kafka was careful to make sure nobody would see him leaving…?

Sakujiro: According to the KunKun PeroPero Circle, at that time the young master was half excited, half anxious! His right foot was left in the room……

Hamasaki: …………

Sakujiro: ……

Hamasaki: Where did he go from there……?

Sakujiro: I haven’t the slightest idea. Regrettably, the KunKun PeroPero Circle is not equipped with that function.

Hamasaki: That’s……! Those functions are way too limited!

Sakujiro: There’s only one thing I can say for certain, we must start searching as soon as possible and bring him back.

Hamasaki: Kafka, where could you have gone off to…… Saying your surgery was over was nothing more than empty words……

Sakujiro: Hm?

Hamasaki: I heard that his surgery was finished.

Sakujiro: I see. Hamasaki-san, may I ask for your support? Perhaps…… This was left behind for you. It seems it must be a tape.

Hamasaki: A cassette tape? Is it Kafka’s?

Sakujiro: It was placed under the futon.

Hamasaki: This date……

(That’s more than ten years ago…… It must be……)

Hamasaki: Once the rain stops, let’s go on a trip! The two of us, together.

Kafka: Together…… With me?

Hamasaki: Yeah. Together.

Hamasaki: That day—

¹ “kunkun” and “peropero” are onomotopeias meaning “sniff” and “licking” respectively, and… i really don’t think writing “sniff sniff lick lick circle” sounds very good… so i stuck with the original reading for this. additionally, you’ll notice i used honorifics in this chapter. it felt more proper considering that sakujiro is a butler which requires a great amount of formal language… i really choose who uses the honorifics based on their vibes i chose to use the last name of the main character, hamasaki, as there are two main characters to choose from and i didn't want to imply one or the other to allow readers to imagine who they would like. all my translations are not proof-read, so please let me know if there are any pieces that should be adjusted. thanks for reading!

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Will you send your sea angels?

Biotober prompt 11: Abyssal

warnings: body horror, brief mention of self-mutilation, religion, thallassal horror, transhumanism or perhaps dehumanization.

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It’s as clear as the day is long; I don’t belong down here.

I found out that the second sub was gone today, it’s long since been gone, and I can’t launch it alone anyway. The stuff I found...Jenkins’s watch, Rhys’s horrible little brand of hairgel, Schumacher’s chair, right where everyone leaves everything. Their spare stashes of underwear, too; not much fits, but I’ve made do.

There will be energy still; generators bolted to the vents, gaining and maintaining power for so long as they keep running. Desalination plants, that give me water enough to bathe in and drink, all without my maintenance. I can adjust them, I can make demands, but...

I sit on my heels and I pray for rescue.

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I sit on my heels as I pray for rescue. I’m getting paler every day; when they haul me up I’ll probably burst into flames from the sun. Swear I can see my veins sometimes. It feels like there’s people out there sometimes. Wish I could just slap on a wetsuit and head out there, but the pressure wouldn’t do me any favors. I’m staying active instead, running sprints, trying to remember what stretches help. Calisthenics, right? Is that what it’s called? Keeping my everything in… in shape. The protein powder’ll help too! Maybe Chase’ll think it’s sick when I show up just completely roided up. Mr. Mechanic, I need to get jacked. Hulk Hogan type body.

Good lord, I’ll never get American Made out of my head now…

Maybe I should try writing my own.

What was that Sherlock Holmes thing, learning new things that aren’t essential shoves old things out of the mind? I forgot my phone number today. Finally remembered which doors lead to the chemical storage straight from my room, though, so that has to be connected.

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I sit as I heal and I pray for rescue. No fat to make soap; I've cut off all I care to of my own. The water will do. It’s done enough, it’ll do more, but somehow it got a little sweet. It’s enough. My food’s getting low enough to carry all together, the sixth month has to be up sooner than later. That’s good though! As long as I ration it properly, I can make it two more months. Exercise’s paying off; I found a spare propeller in one of the crawlspaces earlier and, wouldn’t you know, it’s light enough to use as a baton! I...do need to be careful, though. Scarred the ceiling a couple times. If enough damage happens, the air’ll all get out, and the facility’ll become one big water damage souffle. All the salt’ll kill my plants too.

Humans go insane without plants, so really, I’m lucky I’m alone here. Rhys’d kill the whole crop and put his head through the window by the end of week 1.

I sit and this heals and I pray for rescue. I tried drinking the hair gel and, honestly, it helped. I feel crisper. Sleeker! Like a cat. I can get a cat someday, can’t I? It kind of feels like there’s some of them outside. I swear I can hear coyotes out there sometimes, yowling in groups of three that prance around the station. Sometimes, I can see them. But I can cover the portholes and keep them away. It’s not like any light’s getting through anyway.

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I sit, and I heel, and I prey for rescue.

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And I pray, and prey, and pray, and prey, because God will feed me soon. My family will come and feed me soon. I can almost see them out there, in a tin can just like my own, reaching out for me. I wish I knew what it’ll look like. I should greet them. I should swim out and greet them.

Fuck, I wish I could swim out. When they pull me out of this, I’ll have to go through decompression, and...hell, I’ll be grateful. The pressure down here gets so bad I can barely walk anymore. That’s why nobody’s found me, it has to be, I’m just so close to the earth’s core that gravity’s pulling me down. It’s useful for praying, though. My legs don’t get numb anymore.

Is god feeding me?

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I... I looked in the mirror today. I...

My eyes are gone.

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I’m still human, aren’t I? I....

Something happened to me. Something...happened...to me, but.

But I tried it out. It’s been forever since I spoke to someone else but I can still sing my prayers. So I tried it. Went...went back to a mirror and looked at.

Myself.

I can still speak.

Hey, how are you, my name is Janet, I’m a human being, just like you. I was left here. Something happened to me. I’m doing alright but I’d like to try...a cupcake. Some apples. Anything edible that wasn’t meat. I... these teeth, the teeth I have left are-- no, looking closely, my molars are still there, it’s just that the front ones got...longer... I. Those....weren’t my hands, though.

I... I don’t think I want to look in the mirror anymore.

But if I can speak! I can shout, even, I can still manage a great big HIIII HELLOOOO NICE TO SEE YOUUU that echoes through the whole station! So they won’t shoot me! I’ll just...stay a bit away from the front door, and greet them, and ask that they don’t shoot me, and say my name and maybe some identifying characteristics. Like...like cheating at the mile run in the third grade and crying to my parents about it.

If they do bring guns... I don’t think I can run anymore.

So...so, I kneel, and pray, that they’ll bring me home.

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Double Life playlist

Explaining the song choices for the Double Life segment of my Traffic series playlist

Automatic by The Mowgli’s: all the functional soulmates finding each other. “Something about our love is automatical, never really know until you’ve had it.”

Tragic by Bailey Bryan: “I move too fast for love, it don’t last.” Pearl going on her own adventures instead of looking for her soulmate, causing a rift between them before they even meet. “Don’t wait up for me, I got a long way to go. Go get what you need, I’ll be getting gone. […] Don’t wait up for me, I’ll be fine.” Her realizing her soulmate is Scott and that he’s not willing to forgive her for abandoning him. “Know what it could be, maybe in another life. […] It’s just tragic, tragic, this shit could be magic. Dancing laughing, hold my hand in traffic. Pause then panic, I can’t break the habit: run from love ‘cause I ain’t ever had it.” They had something special in Last Life, but they’ve already lost the opportunity to be that again. Pearl doesn’t know how to love like that, (I headcanon DL!Pearl as aromantic) she doesn’t need or want a soulmate, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t miss what she and Scott had.

Out of Style by The Wrecks: “You can let me know when you wanna be close again, but if you call and I don’t wanna answer my phone it’s ‘cause […] I just wanna know: when the hell did love go out of style?” Scott declaring him and Pearl not soulmates after she ran off without him.

The Man by Taylor Swift: Pearl’s sadness giving way to frustration and resentment. “I would be complex, I would be cool. They’d say I played the field before I found someone to commit to, and that would be okay for me to do. Every conquest I had made would make me more of a boss to you. I’d be a fearless leader, I’d be an alpha type. When everyone believes ya, what’s that like? I’m so sick of running as fast as I can, wondering if I’d get there quicker if I was a man. And I’m so sick of them coming at me again. ‘Cause if I was a man, I’d be the man.”

People Watching by Conan Gray: Pearl being alone on the sidelines, watching all the other soulmate pairs living happily together. “I’m only looking to live through you vicariously. I’ve never been in love, not seriously. […] Cut people out like tags on my clothing, I end up all alone but I still keep hoping. I wanna feel all that love and emotion, be that attached to the person I’m holding. Someday I’ll be fallin’ without caution, but for now I’m only people watching.”

Normal by The Wrecks: Pearl watching Scott from a distance, sending pain through their soulbond. Whether it’s to get his attention — to remind him that she’s still his soulmate — or to torment him, no one knows, least of all her. “I’m getting used to your silence, it can’t hurt me like I can. I don’t hate you but goddamn, you didn’t make it easy.” This next part of the song goes hard if you interpret Pearl as aro and dealing with internalized aphobia, but it’s not necessary. “I just wanna fall in love like everybody else does, how come it’s so hard for me? How come it’s so hard for me? Why don’t I get to be normal?”

Getting Over You by Cemetary Sun: Scott and Cleo being chosen soulmates. “I think I found somebody new. I know I don’t deserve it but it’s true. I didn’t wanna have to cut you loose. Yeah, I’m getting over you.”

Mad Woman by Taylor Swift: “What did you think I’d say to that? Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill, and you know I will.” Pearl’s angering simmering and her reputation spreading. “Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy, what about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry. And there’s nothing like a mad woman, what a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman, you made her like that.”

WITCH by Devon Cole: Hex’s animatic is what got me into this fandom, I couldn’t not include this song. People talking about Pearl behind her back. “I swear to God I saw her howling at the sky. She ain’t out to get you, but she’s better on your side.” Pearl embracing her reputation and going full in, doing everything in her power to get under Scott’s skin.

Play w/ me by Bailey Bryan: Pearl reclaiming her image and proving a point to Scott. “You act all innocent […] but then don’t text me ‘til it’s time to fall asleep. Boy you don’t see, you play yourself when you play with me.” She’s not seeking an apology, this is not remorse or a chance for reconciliation, this is a warning. “Hit me like a sucker punch, feeling like a bitch slap- ever seen a bitch snap? Well you about to. […] Tell me why you thinking you can come around me with all this different, always switching energy. It’s childish and tiring to say the least, that’s why I don’t trust these men.”

Killing Boys by Halsey: “Told me pick my battles and be picking ‘em wise, but I wanna pick ‘em all and I don’t wanna decide […] ‘cause you don’t need me anymore. And I won’t ever try again, and all I want in return is revenge, ‘cause I don’t need you anymore.”

Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift: Pearl about Scott, they form a tentative alliance but she’s not ready to put their past behind them. “He was sunshine, I was midnight rain. He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain. He wanted a bride, I was making my own name, chasing that fame. He stayed the same, all of me changed like midnight rain.”

Slowly, Slowly by The Mowgli’s: As others drop like flies, Pearl take an active role in the battle but it still catches her off guard when it’s down to just her and Scott. She’s even more surprised when Scott hands her the win, saying it’s her who deserves it. “It’s only you, it’s only me. It’s only love, and it’s only fair you find your peace.”

The last great american dynasty by Taylor Swift: There are no survivors, there never are. “And they said, ‘there goes the last great american dynasty.’ Who knows if she never showed up what could’ve been. There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen. She had a marvelous time ruining everything.”

#this is my favorite section #it’s just a girlboss girlbossing #traffic series #trafficblr #life series #double life #pearlescentmoon #scott smajor #cw death mention #cw swearing #nerdy’s traffic analysis

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