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heeliopheelia · 2 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓

genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

word count: 4.3k

warnings: cursing, crying, neglect, tiny mention of bleeding

a/n: i think i win the contest of overusing commas with this one 🤍 tbh this fic is just yapping so pls deal with me... it's good to write some proper angst again tho, i missed it :(( hope you guys like it and don't find them too repetetive!!

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LEE HEESEUNG

It's been two weeks since you got the opportunity to take a proper look at Heeseung. And now as you do, you find it hard to recognize your fiancé who looks like he's about to collapse from exhaustion, to say the least.

“I never asked you to mother me or worry about me so much. Stop getting into my business so much. I’m not a child, YN.”

It’s like he was blind to how hurt his words and actions were making you feel. It’s so unusual for him, so out of character and unfamiliar to you, that you can’t help but think that maybe it really is your fault for riling him up this much.

“I worry about you because I’m your fiancé and I love you, you jerk!” You scoff at his careless words and take a step back, the aching in your heart only increasing. “I only want to look after you because you clearly don't know how to do it yourself. I mean, look at yourself! You look as if you haven’t slept in a week and I know you haven’t been eating either. How can I not worry about you when all you do is neglect yourself?”

“Dunno, maybe find yourself something to keep you busy enough. You stay at home all day, do as much as nothing, no wonder you’re so damn nosy. I would be too with this much time on my hands.”

He’s so indifferent to everything you say, you try to recall where it all started going so wrong. All you did was ask whether he’s eaten at work or not, and now the two of you are snapping at each other as if you weren’t lovers, and trying not to hurt each other was a long forgotten thought by now.

“If you’re so unhappy with our relationship – with me, maybe it’s best we take a break,” you say as you feel your throat tighten painfully.

“Agreed. I never even wanted this marriage in the first place,” he scowls, silencing you, words rolling out of his mouth way quicker than his brain is able to process it.

He bites his words back quickly when he watches your face dropping along with your shoulders, and fuck, you look as if you’ve given up on him right then and there.

You walk away then, tears streaming down your face, muttering something about how ungrateful he was being, and all Heeseung could do was stand still as if plastered to the floor, in utter disbelief of his own, untrue, words.

After his cruel statement echoes through his head for the fourth time, he finally snaps out of the self pity and rushes after you to the kitchen where you’re leaned over the counter, head buried in your hands as you cry.

“Baby, I’m sorry,” he apologizes quickly. He walks up from behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his forehead on your shoulder blade. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry for everything I said, sweetheart.”

He turns you around gently and feels his chest tighten at how fucking sad you look. He never wants to see you like this. He never wants to be the cause of this ever again.

And when he looks to the side, his throat closes and dries completely at the sight of your engagement ring laying on the counter right behind you.

“Are you sure you didn’t mean it?” You ask, wiping the tears away with your hand pointlessly as another stream follows right after. “Things like that don’t come out of nowhere.”

“I didn’t, love, I swear I didn’t. I’m so fucking sorry,” he breathes out, pulling you closer to him by your neck again.

Never again. Never fucking again. He keeps telling himself in his head as he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your knuckles, just where your ring was supposed to be sitting snugly. Then he lowers it and places your palm against his chest, right above his heart, and covers your smaller hand with his.

That was too close to losing you, and himself, for that matter. Because he would never recover if you were gone from his life and all because of him.

“Then why did you even say it?” You sob pitifully as you feel the warm tears dripping down the tip of your nose.

“I don’t know,” he shushes you gently, trying his best to not break you any further.

You pull away once you feel calm enough, hands clutching his t-shirt. “It's not too late to call off the wedding, Seung,” you manage out breathily, raising your palm to cup his cheek. “I'd rather not take the step further than have you unhappy.”

“Darling, no.” Heeseung bends down to minimize the distance between the two of you and peppers your face with loving, warm kisses. He just wants to erase those atrocious thoughts out of your mind as quickly as possible. “Please, there's nothing I'd ever want more than to make you my wife. That was stupid of me to say. I'll never be happy if I'm not with you, my love.”

“I just don’t want to force this marriage on you. You need to want it as much as I do, otherwise it’s pointless.”

Heeseung almost chokes on air when he rushes out his answer even before you can properly finish your sentence. “I do want it. Please, you have to believe me.”

“Really?”

Heeseung smiles at you softly as he wipes your wet cheeks with his thumbs. “Really. Scout’s honour.”

You breathe out, feeling relief, and look up at him with squinted, puffy eyes. “Sometimes I just wanna strangle you to death, Lee Heeseung.”

He chuckles lightly before pressing one last kiss to your cheek. “Aren't you just so adorable? You should add this to your wedding vows.”

“Maybe I’ll add this to your eulogy instead if you pull shit like that again.”

Heeseung clicks his tongue with a grin pulling on his lips. “Touché.”

PARK JAY

The atmosphere in the living room is so heavy that your chest starts to hurt. You’re standing barely two steps away from the man you love the most, yet you’ve never felt more far away from him than in this moment.

His eyes – cold but still undoubtedly full of love, drill holes in the side of your head as you turn your face away from him to try and gather your thoughts.

Arguments with Jay were rare. You always tried to work things out immediately, keeping your heads cool. But something has broken over the last month and you can’t see each other eye to eye anymore. At the very beginning of your relationship you made a promise to never go to bed angry. To never leave things unresolved. Yet now Jay’s been sleeping on the couch for the past week, and you fail to understand what the fuck has happened to the two of you.

And you can’t help but think that, maybe, sometimes love is just not enough.

“You’re not even trying to find the middle ground anymore. All you do is snap at me the second I come home. I’m fucking tired of it! Would it hurt to give it a rest for a day?”

The tension is almost palpable. You hate how you can’t seem to back away from any argument but only keep hurting him instead.

“Put effort into our relationship first, then we’ll talk,” you spit out instead, against your better judgment.

“It’s funny coming from you who’s done nothing but put a fucking distance between us!”

“This doesn’t make any sense anymore, Jay. We need some time apart,” you finally speak into the dull silence, eyes casted downwards at the floor as your hand keeps twitching, only to finally grab for your ring finger and slip the silver band off of it. You didn’t think much of your action, hell, you didn’t even process it properly.

Well, not until you hear the shaky exhale leave Jay’s lips.

Silently, he presses his lips together and nods his head before turning on his heel and leaving the room. You listen intently to the shuffling, then ringing of the keys and eventually the door being shut.

A moment of silence turns into minutes of you staring at the ring on your palm with tears burning your eyes mercilessly.

With your heart falling low to your stomach, you drop down on the couch and tug on your hair slightly, cursing yourself for acting so mindlessly.

You wallow in self pity in the dead quiet room. The shiny ring feels so heavy and burning in your clenched fist. You take in a deep breath, then quickly slide the band back onto your finger, feeling instantly shielded with it being on its righteous place again.

And just like that, you spend the next three hours on the verge of losing your sanity. With no word from Jay. He’s left your messages unread. He’s left your calls unanswered.

You don’t know whether he’s okay or hurt or simply gone. All that combined is enough to leave you panicked and terrified, unable to have a second of peace.

You never meant to take it this far. This – your words and rapid actions, that will forever remain as one of your biggest regrets. You don’t like the idea that you made your other half feel like you’ve taken him for granted. Or for what’s worse, like a person that you can use for unloading your frustration.

There’s this throbbing pain in your chest as you realize that maybe he’s not coming back because why would he if you can’t even love him properly?

Your fingers are bleeding from how hard you’ve been picking on your cuticles.

And then you hear the jingle of keys and soon the front door opens quietly. You know that even after all of this he’s still being careful to not wake you up. It’s killing you how he thinks you’d ever be able to get a wink of sleep without knowing he’s safe.

You’re quick to drop your phone on the couch and shoot up on your legs, rushing over to the door and throwing yourself on Jay’s neck.

“I was so worried about you!” You gasp out, clinging onto your fiancé desperately as tears unknowingly make their way down your cheeks. “Please, don’t ever do that again!”

“Sorry, my phone died,” he replies after a second or two, bringing his arm up to wrap around your waist and keep you close to him.

He’s still upset but he understands where you’re coming from, knowing well that if it was you instead of him he’d probably go insane from worry.

He can feel your heart hammering against his chest, so he lifts his hand and strokes your hair to help you calm down. But then you start crying, feeling his gentle touch even after everything you said, that was enough to push you over the edge. You clench your trembling hands on his sweater as you burst out with choked sobs, slouching against his warm and comforting body.

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry,” you weep into his chest like a mantra and Jay can quite literally feel his heart cracking at your miserable state.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, hot air hitting your ear before he presses a soft kiss to its tip. “Don’t cry anymore, honey. We’re okay.”

“I don’t deserve that. I don’t deserve you,” you whimper quietly. “Please, don’t leave me.”

“Don’t say that,” he scolds you with a frown. Your whimpers twist his guts even more than your harsh words from before. “It’s not the first nor the last time we’ll have an argument. It’s not worth losing your pretty head over it, okay?”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat one last time. “I promise I'll never take it off again. I’ll never lash out on you like that ever again too.”

Jay grabs your hand and runs his thumb over the thin silver band, the same one he was picking so carefully for weeks, and a small smile tugs on the corners of his mouth. He hates how shameful you sound.

He’ll never tell you how the sight of you pulling your ring off your finger made him physically sick to his stomach. He can't have you feeling even worse than you already do. So instead he brings you close to him and rests his forehead on yours.

“I’m so stupid,” you whisper quietly as you close your eyes, your heavy eyelashes letting go of another few drops of crystal tears which Jay’s lips soak up instantly. “I don’t know what I’d do if you actually left.”

“You know me better than to think I’d let us break it off over such a petty fight.” And, yes, you do. But your lip wobbles with silent agony at the sole thought of that. “Hey,” he tries again as he presses a loving kiss to your red nose. “I’m not leaving, okay? How could I ever?”

“I love you.”

With his thumb caressing your burning cheek so tenderly, you feel at peace again.

“I love you too,” he replies without skipping a beat. “No one can handle you as well as I do. And no one sees me for me like you do. We complete each other. We belong together.”

He kisses you silly then, until there’s no more tears left in your body and you’re barely able to breathe anymore. He kisses you until your legs give in and he swoops you up to carry you into your shared bed for the first time in what seems like forever.

He kisses you until it engraves in your mind that there’s no other person for him in this world but you.

SIM JAKE

“Baby, I already apologized.” A groan lingers at the back of his throat but for his own sake he stifles it inside. “I don’t know what else you want me to do.”

You sit on the verge of your shared bed and clench your fingers on the silky duvet. “How about you start showing up to things we both agreed on attending?”

He runs his hand down his face. “I know. It just slipped my mind, that’s all. You know how busy I’ve been this week.”

“This shouldn’t be my business only, though. I mean, for christ’s sake, it’s our wedding! I would really appreciate it if you participated in something for once!”

Flowers and cake. That’s literally all you’ve asked of him to go and pick with you for the wedding reception. Knowing his tight schedule, you picked the date carefully so that it wouldn’t meddle with his work and you could even go grab some dinner afterwards. But your plans all went out the window when he didn’t even bother showing up or giving you a heads up text, standing you up yet another time when it comes to your wedding preparations.

You’re honestly getting tired of it.

“I’ll be there next time,” he assures you quickly as he nervously taps his fingers on the doorway of your bedroom.

“You said you wouldn’t do that,” your voice wavers as your shoulders drop with resignation. With the back of your hand, you wipe off the tears that made their way down your cheeks. “You promised to help, Jake. But you left me alone with everything, as usual.”

“It’s not even that big of a deal. This can be rescheduled any time. Baby, stop stressin’ so much.”

“But it is a big deal to me!” You cry out, palm reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose. You breathe out heavily. “I don’t want to do everything by myself! We’re supposed to be in this together! If getting married means that I’m gonna be alone with all the responsibilities that you don’t consider important enough, I’m not even sure if I still want it.”

To back up your words, your hand moves half-consciously to your ring finger and you twist the cool piece of jewelry in between your fingers.

“No, no, no, no.” Jake moves quickly, nearly tripping over himself as he rushes towards you to desperately clasp your hand in his two and stop you from whatever the hell you were about to do. He drops to his knees in front of the bed, right at your feet. “Baby, you promised you’d never take it off.”

You’re at a loss of words as you look into his wide eyes, the seriousness of your actions only catching up to you now. You gasp quietly, eyes watering just like his, quickly relaxing your tensed hand in his and letting him slide the ring back down your finger, just where it belongs.

Silence envelopes the two of you, besides the sound of your sniffles.

You feel awful.

Jake feels even worse.

Leaning forward, you press your face to his shoulder and melt instantly when he brings a hand to caress your hair.

“I'm sorry,” you whisper, clenching your hand to feel the cool ring against your skin. “I don't know why I did that. I didn't mean to.”

“I know,” he soothes you just as softly. He stands up from the floor and carefully maneuvers the two of you so that you’re placed on his lap as he sits with his back against the headboard. “It's my fault. I'm sorry. I never meant to disregard your feelings like that.”

At the end of the day, both of you would rather set themselves ablaze than watch the other one hurting.

You nod silently, heart pounding in your chest before you bring your arms up and throw them over his neck.

“I’m sorry I was so impulsive.”

“No. You did nothing wrong.” His soothing voice carries over the room, enveloping you with warmth. “I promise I'll be here whenever you want me to from now on. I don’t want you to feel neglected by me, especially now when you’re this stressed over the wedding. I won’t let you down, again.”

“I just need a little help, that’s all,” you mumble tiredly into his skin.

“I know.” His warm lips press to your forehead lovingly. “I’m sorry for being an insensitive douche. It won’t happen again. I’ll take some days off next week, hm?”

The tears on your face dry slowly as your hold on him tightens. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Then it’s done. I'll be all yours and you’ll be all mine then,” he hums and noses at your cheek, finally bringing out a small giggle out of you. After all these years, he still melts at the sound. “I won’t let things get this out of hand again, YN. I promise.”

“Okay,” you whisper. Tilting your head up and bringing his down towards you, you join your lips in a kiss that you’ve been longing for for days. His movements are slow and careful as he tries to soak up as much of the moment as possible.

His kisses slowly put your broken pieces back together. He never knew how much seeing you cry like this would hurt him. And he’ll make damn sure he won’t ever have to experience again that for as long as you're with him.

“If I have a life to spend, it'll only be with you, sweetheart,” he lowers his voice to match yours, cradling your cheek in the palm of his hand. “You're it for me. I'll never give you a chance to doubt that ever again.”

PARK SUNGHOON

“You’re never home! There’s always a hundred things more important to you than spending an hour of your time with me. Your fucking fiance! Are we really about to get married when you’re clearly so tired of me already?”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you finally voice out everything that’s been sitting on your chest for the past month. Things have not been working out well with the two of you, much to your despair. He’s been neglectful, always too busy to help you with anything – even the wedding related things that you should’ve gotten done weeks ago.

And you know that he’s swamped with work and it's not his fault. You understand everything. But to ask him to spare you an hour or two of his day shouldn’t be too much. It shouldn’t make him snap at you unlike what he just did the second he came back home. You slowly begin to lose your hope.

“God, have you always been this needy? Why can’t you accept that I can’t always put you first? No matter how much I’d want to, sometimes I just can’t! Deal with this!”

“Fucking- Fine.”

Your hand moves quicker than your brain, and the next thing you know, your shiny ring is being pulled off your finger and resting in the palm of your other hand.

You can see the disbelief flashing through his face briefly before it completely morphs into a scowl.

“You really think that this will solve the problem?” He asks, eyebrows narrowed as he glowers at you from across the room. “Really? Does that ring mean so little to you that you go and throw it away with any minor inconvenience?”

You try to blink away the frustrated tears, hand raking up to brush your hair away from your face. “No, fuck, I just- I don’t know what to do anymore, Sunghoon. I feel like I’m the only one in this relationship. I need you to give me something more because whatever you’re doing now is not enough for me.”

“Well, I’m putting out everything I have, YN! I love you! If that’s still not good enough for you, then maybe it’s not meant to be.”

The silence that falls in the room doesn’t last long as your sudden sob pierces Sunghoon’s ears quickly, making his stomach drop to the soles of his feet. His heart wrenches and twists as the anger simmers down and evaporates from his body within a second, and he’s quickly coming back to his senses at the sight of you breaking down right in front of him.

“Can’t you just try?” You cry into your hands, shielding your face away from your fiance. “That’s all I’m asking of you. Is it really so hard to try?”

No, it’s not. Sunghoon knows it without a second of thinking. It’s not too hard to try, never if it’s for you. And his throat dries so quickly when he basks in the weight of his words that finally made you break as well.

“You don’t know how much it hurts to feel like you’re too much for your partner,” you wail with a small voice, shoulders trembling and hands quickly getting damp with tears. “You’ll never know how it is to feel unwanted, because you’ll never have to when you're with me. Because I love you, asshole, but now I’m doubting if you’re saying it back just for the sake of it.”

With air getting stuck in his throat, Sunghoon looks at you wide-eyed before quickly crossing the living room and enveloping you in his arms. His warmth wraps around you in what you've always considered to be safety, but now it just makes you cry more.

He finds it hard to breathe. The hesitation in your eyes feels like a stab to his chest.

“Of course I still love you,” he says, voice muffled by your hair.

He hates how he made you feel the opposite. He hates how you’re right and he never had to worry about any reassurement of such kind from your side because you’re just that good to him. And his heart breaks with the realization of how much of a lousy partner he’s been to you when all you ever were was nothing less than perfect.

So he places his hand on the back of your head and presses you even closer to his shoulder as you cry, his own eyes burning with tears at the sound of your sobs and sniffles.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, my darling,” he apologizes with a heavy heart, fearful of what’s about to come next. “I didn’t mean to neglect you this much. I could say that I’m tired and the work has been a lot lately, but I know these excuses are not enough to make up for my actions.”

You’re mad and hurt, but you love him and would never want to give up on him, so you wrap your arms around his middle and hold him almost as tight as he holds you, burying your wet face in his chest.

“I love you more than anything, YN.” He pulls away from you only to cup your face and make you look at him. His long fingers wipe away the tears with gentle touch, soothing your stinging skin instantly. “You could never be too much for me. I want all of you. I promise I’ll do better. I’ll love you better.”

And when you’re looking up at him with these shiny eyes of yours, he closes the distance and presses a loving kiss to your swollen lips, hoping to take at least some of the pain away. He doesn’t think he can hold you any tighter. He can’t love you any stronger than right now, and it messes with his head how easily he could’ve had it all ruined only minutes ago.

He’ll never take your love for granted ever again. Because if he did, he’d never be able to pick up the parts of whatever was left of him, and put himself back together ever again.

You can feel his warm hand opening your closed palm before he takes the ring you've been clutching so tightly and holds it in between his fingers.

“Can I put it back on, baby? Please.”

You nod wordlessly while you try to tame your tears. You hold your slightly trembling hand up to him. He takes it, gently, and watches as your bottom lip wobbles while he slides the ring on your finger just like he did months ago.

“I'll never screw up like that again. You have my word for it.”

You sniffle quietly when he kisses you right on the cool band adorning your skin. “You better not, Park Sunghoon.”

His long fingers caress your cheek, wiping the remains of the tears away. “Can you forgive me, darling?”

You don't need to think long of an answer. “You know I can never stay mad at you. Even if you're a idiot, I'll never stop loving you. You have my whole heart, Hoon. Please, don't ever make me regret trusting you with it.”

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sorcerersseestars · 11 months

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synopsis: Gojo blames you for the first-years' disaster that the higher-ups caused.

pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn! reader

genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff

warnings: mention of death/a corpse, yelling, heavy feelings of self-blame, stuttering (it makes sense here tho I promise), emotionally constipated Gojo, mention of not eating for an extended period of time/being hungry (due to the situation), manga spoilers!! (star plasma vessel arc), indirect confessions

word count: 5.2k

notes: There are some slightly non-canon details. I’m pretty sure that Nanami and Yuji don’t know each other at this point, but let’s pretend they do. Also, I’m insinuating a more seasoned bond between Gojo and Yuji/reader and Yuji - let’s also pretend that they’ve been teaching Yuji for longer at this point, for more angst potential. :) LAST THING - you used to be a very mediocre child/adolescent actor in a few small/bad films. Only relevant for one detail.

Also, Gojo may be a bit ooc here - possibly overdramatic in his wordings - but I really wanted to write a Gojo that loses control of his emotions, since I think it'd be difficult to elicit such a reaction from him. I hope it suits him okay!!

GOJO HAS ALWAYS had a soft spot for you. In high school, he would regularly volunteer himself to take your blame, even though you never asked him to do it and would practically begged him not to. But, he was frustratingly persistent and would do it despite your many protests. If you ever cheated on an assignment, Gojo would claim he copied yours. If you fumbled during a mission, Gojo would lie in the report. If you both snuck out and got caught, Gojo would say he dragged you out with force. Whenever you would have an argument with someone, Gojo would comfort you afterwards, insisting the other person was in the wrong even when they obviously weren’t.

Although he has eventually ramped down this ridiculous treatment over the years, you will never forget this boyish idiosyncrasy from your younger days.

Today, however, it’s like those days never even existed. You don't recognize the person standing in front of you. You can’t blame him for his reaction – it's wholly natural – but it still jars you.

Today, you fucked up. You fucked up so badly that there's a very permanent, unchangeable consequence to your actions – or rather, your lack thereof. The consequence of your stupidity, the result of your thoughtlessness, lies unmoving in this room. The body of Itadori Yuji, separated from reality only by the thin plastic covering of a body bag, rests on a table only feet from where you stand.

His mentor, one sworn to protecting his students, sworn to delaying his impending execution as much as possible, stands before you. His signature blindfold obscures his eyes, and you can only imagine the wild, swirling gaze you would be faced with in its absence.

Yuji’s mentor – your long time close friend, who has never blamed you in any great capacity for anything through the entirety of your friendship – now looks at you scathingly.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He spits, tone icy.

He's not looking at you as he rigidly hovers over the operating table, but you can feel the intensity of his emotions despite the distance. Words fall out of your brain, and you struggle to string together a cohesive thought.

“I-" You try to swallow the lump in your throat. “The higher-ups told me not to go with them, I don’t know wh–"

He barks out a harsh laugh, cutting off your pathetic excuse. His head is in his hands, fingers roughly carding through his disheveled hair. He pauses in his ministrations to face you: he is suddenly towering over you, broad frame filling even the corners of your vision.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He growls. “Did you stop to think for even a second? Why would they ever ask a teacher to stay behind?”

Tears begin to slide down you cheeks. You quickly wipe them away and will your building urge to break down to go away.

He sighs, his breath leaving him loudly and aggressively. “I don’t understand how this happened. You know how this works, (Y/N)! You know how the higher-ups are!”

“I’m sorry,” You choke out quietly, voice stretched and thin. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t bring him back, (Y/N)!” Gojo shouts.

Shoko and Ijichi are silent. Shoko is looking at the ground, her stony expression difficult to determine. Shoko, your friend who always sticks up for you no matter what, especially when dealing with Gojo. Shoko, who hasn’t spoken a single word to you since you arrived. For once, she agrees with him.

Your eyes land on the black body bag laying on the operating table, and you can’t hold it back any longer. Your legs weaken underneath you and you begin to shake. The sobs you’ve been suppressing rip out of your throat. Ugly, choking sobs.

Nobody moves to comfort you. If anything, Gojo’s scowl deepens, and Shoko turns away at your display of emotion.

“I know,” You sob. “I know it doesn’t. I know it's my fault.”

You take a few shaky breaths. “I didn’t know- I didn’t mean for it to happen- I- it’s my fault.”

He slides his blindfold down, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. You are about to blurt something else out, but before the words can leave your tongue, you catch his gaze and you’re immediately frozen. His boiling blue irises steal your breath and leave you rooted to the spot. Never in your life have you seen him this angry or even display this much emotion.

“If you keep standing there and crying, I think I’m going to kill something,” He says lowly.

“Gojo,” Shoko interjects in a warning tone.

Gojo bites back, “Why not? We all want the higher-ups gone. It’d be so easy. Shit like this wouldn’t happen anymore.”

Ijichi pales. Shoko roughly says, “Are you crazy?”

He doesn’t answer, and the determined look on his face isn’t necessarily comforting. It seems a storm is brewing – the most powerful sorcerer is being driven to a point.

You’re reaching a point, too – your breaking point. You feel like you can’t breathe. When you inhale, your lungs refuse to inflate past the shallowest of breaths. It’s all hitting you now, clear thoughts rising past the fog of adrenaline that overwhelmed your mind. The reality is that you fucked up, and it’s not fixable.

You fucked up, and there’s no going back in time to change your decision, to go against orders to stay with your students. There’s no way to bring Yuji back.

“Why are you still here?” Gojo says with an exasperated huff, addressing you directly. “Seeing you only adds to my anger.”

You say nothing, your mind occupied only with your regrets. He frowns and tries again.

"Unless you want to dive further into this preventable death," He says coldly. "Leave. There's still a job to be done.”

You barely hear his words. Your brain doesn’t have the energy to collect them, to interpret them, as it hyper-fixates on the horrible hole forming in your heart. Your eyes are wide, pupils enlarged, and you are visibly quivering.

“Didn’t you hear me? You need to leave!” Gojo growls, frustrated at your lack of reaction, believing it to be indifference.

“They must be in shock, Gojo,” Shoko murmurs. “They’re shutting down.”

Shoko’s diagnosis is indeed correct. You don’t hear a single word that comes out of their mouths; your shoulders and heart have grown heavy, leaden, from knowing the fate you led your students to. One deceased, two severely injured. All because of a risk you did not take, an order you did not disobey.

Yuji’s bright smile burns into the back of your eyes, a reminder of what you’ve lost, of the ultimate mistake.

One second, your eyes are on the black body bag, and the next second you can’t see anything, your vision blurred by tears and by speed. You’re running, you realize, legs pumping as fast as they can. Your lungs ache and your legs cramp up, but you can’t will yourself to stop. You can’t think. You can’t catch your breath.

When you inevitably collapse, you don’t know where you are or how much time has passed. It’s just a patch of grass damp with dew, a few maple trees dotting the banks of a small neighboring stream. You’re laying under one of these trees, your arms outstretched so your fingers can comb through the cool, wet blades of grass. You’re vaguely aware the the sun set at some point after you left. Maybe it’s been a hour, or a few more. You have no idea.

You want to scream, you want to cry, but you don’t. You can’t; it won’t come. When his grinning face and determined smile taunt you, reminding you of your sins, you can only screw your eyes shut, willing the torture to end.

Wetness finally runs down your face, and you taste salt. It is oddly comforting. Your hands repeatedly grab the gentle grass, numbing your mind until exhaustion eventually overtakes you.

There’s a buzzing filling your brain. You groan and roll over, reaching out to your bedside table to grab the offending object. You startle at the feeling of sharp gravel under your fingertips – it’s unpleasantly damp, as well, leaving muddy residue on your hands.

The buzzing starts again, and this time you clearly feel the vibrations through your leg. You sit up, scooting back until your back firmly hits the tree trunk behind you, and force your tired eyelids to part. You have to squint, as the sun has already risen and has crossed the sky a fair amount – it must be approaching noon already.

When the buzzing persists, you grumpily rip the phone out of your pocket. It’s not an alarm, as you had expected. In fact, you startle at the caller ID: Gojo Satoru.

You stare at your phone blankly, your brain buffering. You ultimately let it ring out, although your finger hovers over the answer button. Once the screen fades to your usual background, your throat goes dry. Missed calls from Shoko, Nanami, and Gojo fill your screen. You quickly skim the accompanying texts and wince.

Shoko <3: I know we’re all upset, but we shouldn’t have taken it out on you…just let me know you’re alright, okay? (10:43 pm)

‘Nanamin’: I heard what happened. It isn’t your fault, (Y/N), no matter what anyone says. Call me if you need anything. (6:26 am)

Satoru: Where are you? (11:34 pm)

Satoru: Pick up (11:59 pm)

Satoru: please (12:03 am)

Satoru: I fucked up. I need to talk to you, please let me (12:05 am)

Satoru: I understand if you don’t want to talk to me, but let someone, anyone, know you’re alright… (7:12 am)

Satoru: Megumi just told me he tried to visit you but you still weren’t home. (Y/N), please…say anything…I need to know that you’re okay (11:17 am)

It all rushes back to you: your lethal mistake, the deserved reaction you received from your two best friends, how you shamefully ran away. Fuck. There’s no way you can face any of them, especially not Megumi.

You wish this never happened. Hot tears burn your cheeks again; your eyes flood with regret. Shame quickly floods through you, making you feel hot all over. How can you feel sorry for yourself when it was your fault in the first place?

You roughly wipe your face with your sleeve and stick your phone back into your pocket. There’s no way you can respond right now. It’s bound to die soon, anyway, so there’s no point in trying.

You don’t want to move from where you sit. You want to sink into the ground and stay there until the horrible feeling inside you goes away. But…

“What if it doesn’t?” You whisper those words out into the universe, a sinking feeling in your gut telling you the answer.

You want to cry more, allow yourself to shed more tears, but you don’t. You wobbly stand up, and are surprised at how weak you are. When was the last time you ate – yesterday morning, before the disastrous mission?

You have to go home. You can’t stay here, in the middle of nowhere, neglecting yourself. It’s a thought that rings in your head and won’t leave you alone until you decide to listen. Okay. You will go home. You can manage that.

It takes a while, but you find your way back to your apartment. Last night, you had apparently meandered into an expanse of empty land neighboring the school, as you pass by Jujutsu Tech on your way back. It is a bit off the beaten path – you doubt anyone has ever intentionally gone where you ended up last night.

During your journey home, you have to reference your Google Maps app a few times, but you somehow successfully get back home, despite your directional challenges and weakened state.

Until you step into your apartment, you don’t realize how cold you are. Your feet are numb from being cold and wet, your toes icy when you peel the damp socks off. You cringe at how unaware you have been at your body for the past 24 hours: your mental state ignored all physical needs.

Your stumble to your bedroom, aching body screaming for a rest. You relent easily, collapsing on your bed face first. You’re so grimy and covered in remnants of the dirt bed you laid in last night, evidence of your outside stay covering your clothing. Bits of twigs and leaves invite themselves into your sheets – you couldn’t care less right now, though. You don’t even think about it.

On instinct, you plug your dead phone in without even looking. There’s silence for a minute or two before it whirs back to life, the screen flashing at your tired eyes.

There’s another message waiting to be opened.

Megumi: Come back soon, sensei. He’s getting unsufferable

Megumi:…more than usual

A hoarse chuckle leaves your throat, the first laugh that’s left you since the whole incident. You sigh immediately after though, as you begin to wonder how Megumi has been dealing with everything. If you hadn’t run away, then…

Your head is in your hands again. No matter what path your thinking strays down, you keep returning to your immense guilt over what happened.

You wish you were mad at someone. You wish that you felt angry at Gojo, but you aren’t – you can’t be. In your eyes, he wasn’t wrong; how could you be mad at him when you agree?

You’re not mad, but there’s this other unpleasant feeling. It feels like one of Nobara’s nails has been lodged in your chest, and every time you think about his reaction, the nail twists a little deeper into your heart. He’s never yelled at you before. That hurt.

It’s understandable, but it still hurts.

Gojo…You don’t think you can face him yet, but he may come to you if your radio silence continues. Maybe you should just get it over with and call him. You can just tell him you’re alive and hang up. That should suffice.

Without thinking further on it, you grab your phone and dial his number. Within two rings, the line connects.

“Yo, (Y/N)! Long time no hear!” His chirpy voice booms through your speakers. He’s back to his usual self – overly casual and full of mirth. He sounds way too cheerful; it throws you off guard.

A sharp inhale leaves you as you’re about to tell him that you’re fine and to not worry, so that you can hang up and avoid him. But, nothing comes out. Everything you thought of saying flies out of your brain. You’re left wordless, mouth hanging open.

“You there? (Y/N)?”

You shake your head, coming to your senses.

“Yes,” The single word that leaves you is weak and breathy.

“You good? Are you home now?”

“Yeah. Home now. I’m alive, so no need to bother checking in on me,” You say thoughtlessly.

God, that was lame. You can’t help but cringe at what you just said. It’s what you intended to convey, yes, but that’s not how you wanted to say it.

“Just alive? Sounds real peppy over there!” He chuckles. “I was going to come over anyway, but you’ve really pushed it over the edge.”

“Ah,” You say somewhat panicked, searching for a way out of this. “There’s really no need. I just need rest so there’s no need. I’ll see you later, then.”

“You mean soon!” He chirps before you can hang up. You groan into your pillow; this is exactly what you had been trying to avoid. How are you even going to look at him?

You’ve just put your phone back on your nightstand when there’s sudden footsteps approaching your bedroom. Before you can think further, the door is flung upon and a familiar figure appears before you.

“Ultimate best friend Gojo Satoru has arrived! Everyone applaud!”

A series of small claps ensues, while you just stare on in silence and disgruntlement. A wide smile stretches across his face at your displeased expression.

“C’mon angel, not even a single clap? That’s cold.”

You roll your eyes, but only half-heartedly. The gesture is so pathetically slight that Gojo’s smile falls a fraction. You don’t have much emotional energy to expend on humoring him, it seems. Because of him.

It’s then that he fully takes in your appearance. Tear stained cheeks, dirt caking your clothes and body, scraps of organic material matted in your hair and clinging to all parts of you. There’s even smudges of dirt around your eyes where you’ve attempted to wipe away tears.

He questions your appearance, trying to appear lighthearted, “Was the forest calling you? You really didn’t sleep here?”

You immediately feel self-conscious of your appearance and cross your arms. You manage out a quiet, “Something like that.”

“No, seriously…where did you sleep?” He probes, this time lacking the lightheaded tone.

A weak, sheepish smile appears on your lips, “Ah…the ground? You were right, I guess.”

He blinks. You rub the back of your head and avoid eye contact, softly laughing an awkward little chuckle.

“Seriously?” He asks, but it lacks any judgment. He is truly just in disbelief.

You just nod.

“Hey, are you…are you sure you’re okay?”

You weren’t expecting that. You wish he would stay in his childish mindset – these real questions are worse.

You breathe out slowly, “I mean…yeah. I’m fine.”

It’s not a very convincing delivery, but it was the best you could manage. The corners of his lips turn down slightly, almost unnoticeably, but he doesn’t comment on your answer. He knows he should question you further, dig a little deeper, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he excuses himself, “I’ll be right back. Just stay put! I’ll know if you move, so you better not move an inch.”

He raises two fingers to his eyes, then directs them to you, clearly saying ‘I have my eyes on you!’

It’s amusing - he’s always amusing - but when you try to smile, your lips just flatline. You can’t tell if he notices, since he has already turned away and walked into the bathroom, but you hope he couldn’t tell.

When he returns, he’s holding a dampened washcloth.

“Bath time!” He says, shaking the cloth excitedly in front of you. You flinch a little as a few stray drops of water unexpectedly land on you, which he lightly laughs at.

And then he begins swiping away the dirt that has accumulated on your body. He starts with your face. He’s on his knees, one elbow resting on the space neighboring your right thigh, leaning in to have more control with the cloth. You close your eyes when his face comes within inches of yours - too close. Even when you feel as horrible as you do now, your heart won’t stop thumping quickly against your ribs, as if it cannot deny those deeply hidden feelings you harbor.

He hums while he works, gently dabbing all the places where you have visible dirt. It’s comforting, or at least it should be. You heart begins to clench tightly, and you so badly want a hole to appear in the ground to swallow you up.

“Gojo, why are you being so nice now?” You ask, voice small. “I don’t really deserve it. I’d…prefer the alternative. This feels wrong right now.”

He sets down the cloth, wincing at your pitiful words. Is that how you really feel?

He pauses. He’s not good at this sort of thing – acknowledging other people’s vulnerability, lowering his own walls to empathize with others, any of it. He hates it. He hates how emotionally he acted yesterday, he hates how it has affected you.

“No,” He sighs. He speaks slowly as he carefully chooses his words, “I…shouldn’t have acted like that yesterday. It wasn’t fair to you.”

Your bottom lip trembles, but you force yourself not to cry, “It’s okay. I don’t blame you for it. Everyone was thinking it.”

He tries to catch your eye, but your gaze is downcast. He ducks, lowering himself to the ground even more, to enter your field of vision.

“Hey,” He says softly. “Do you trust me?”

Your brow furrows; you don’t understand why he’s asking you that. You feel yourself nodding, though.

“Everything I said yesterday,” He starts, but then shakes his head at himself. “No, everything I yelled at you yesterday – it was misdirected. What happened wasn’t your fault. There was no way of knowing what was about to happen.”

“But now, it’s obvious,” You mumble. “I should have known.”

“Hindsight is twenty-twenty. You were following orders. The ones assigning the orders are at fault, not you.”

You grab your sheets with tight fists. You turn your head to the side, away from his invisible gaze, “Orders that were obviously suspect. It’s still my fault as an experienced sorcerer.”

Gojo’s chest constricts. You sound exactly like he did yesterday; the consequences of his actions echo back to him from your mouth.

“I promise it’s not,” He insists, but it falls on deaf ears. “I’ve made mistakes too. I’ve made mistakes, but you never treated me like I treated you yesterday.”

Gojo clenches his teeth. This is hard. He hates bringing up this side of the past, but he’ll do it for you.

“You never judged me for what happened during the Star Plasma Vessel mission. Even though you wanted to leave that night, and I ignored you, you never blamed me.”

“You were seventeen,” You say quietly, shakily. “We were all kids. That was over a decade ago.”

“But you knew how to make it better,” He says breathlessly. “And you never even once insinuated that it was my fault.”

You smile sadly at him, and your next words are sure and immediate, “Because it wasn’t.”

Gojo’s mouth hangs open for a second, still amazed at the understanding and kindness that so easily shine through you even in the darkest moments.

He reaches out for your hands, unsure, and squeezes them when he finds them. “Can I…can I start over ? From yesterday?”

You blink blankly, not completely understanding, but give a hesitant nod anyway.

He exhales deeply and lowers his head to your hands until his forehead brushes your fingertips. It’s completely unexpected, and you freeze upon contact. His head is bowed to you – embarrassment and confusion flood you.

You are relieved when he raises his head to speak.

“What happened with our students isn’t your fault,” He says quietly but with conviction. “It’s the work of the higher ups - it’s their fault, nobody else’s. I’m…”

He pauses. Words he never says need to come out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry that this happened while you were here and I was away, I’m sorry that I blamed you for things out of your control. This was never your fault.”

You are silent. You say nothing. You don’t move. Your expression stays blank.

He panics. He takes your silence as a sign of not being forgiven – which is not what he fears, in fact he doesn’t want to be forgiven. But he doesn’t want to lose you, and that’s exactly what he thinks has happened. Did he completely sever the bond spanning more than a decade?

“I understand if you can’t forgive me, but,” He swallows thickly, the anxious feeling rising. “But I hope this doesn’t…”

He tries again, “I hope our friendship…I hope you- I don’t want to lose you after all we-”

“Satoru – it’s not that,” You say quickly. “You haven’t, I promise. I have already forgiven you. I forgave you from the moment it started.”

You close your eyes, clenching them shut. You don’t want to cry again. “It’s just that…even if I’m not directly at fault, Yuji is still dead. Our student is dead. Despite anything that can be said of the situation, that fact will not change.”

He really shouldn’t tell you this. He needs to, but he shouldn’t.

“Do you trust me?” He says again, voice only a whisper. He’s even closer now, only inches away. A hand raises to ease his blindfold down so that it rests loosely around his neck.

Your eyes on his are so clear, and reveal so much – surprised by his bare gaze, confusion clear in your beautiful eyes he finally can see so clearly up close.

“Of course,” You whisper breathlessly. “Always have.”

“Close your eyes, and hold on,” He says. “Don’t want you getting lost again, angel.”

You know what that means. Teleportation. But where could he be taking you that is so important right now? Maybe somewhere he knows you like to calm you down?

You’re taken aback by the rush of air around you even though you’ve traveled like this many times.

The few uncomfortable moments in the strange vortex allow you to question where be could be possibly be taking you. Before you can decide on an answer, however, the roar in your ears subsides, and you are steadied by his grip around your shoulders. He's so close again, wisps of his soft hair tickling your neck. One of his large hands drops down to clutch yours. You’re ashamed about now nice it all feels in such a situation.

Then all that slips away and you're immediately on guard - there's another cursed presence nearby.

“Gojo-sensei, you’re back? That movie was kind of weird and bad, but I swear that one character was (L/N)-sensei. Do they have a twin or something?”

Your eyes pop open. Your hand falls out of Gojo’s as your grip completely goes slack. That voice…Youthful, full of energy and a kind innocence. It could only be...

Gojo responds ecstatically, dramatically, “Ah, but of course not! I have brought an honored guest! An old time Hollywood star whose home was the red carpet! The famed, the budding talent, (Y/N)-”

He’s cut off by a shriek. He blinks twice, and you’re already far from his side, rushing to the secret he has to keep - the secret he couldn’t possibly keep from you.

You crash into Yuji, binding him in a crushing hug. He's open mouthed and spluttering in surprise, but you don't have it in you to be embarrassed right now. You have no idea how, but he is standing before you, living and breathing. As seemingly endless tears pour down your face, you miss now the confusion on his face morphs into a look of grim understanding. He doesn't know what you went through, but he can guess.

And then you're laughing. Crying and laughing. Heaving breaths to accommodate your almost hysterical laughter, standing back to wipe away your tears before hugging Yuji again.

The sight of you hugging your student so tightly, healing with just this action, coaxes a half smile out of Gojo. Only half because he is in danger of faltering himself, bottom lip wavering as a wave of emotion flows over him.

The abandoned blindfold is clenched tightly in his hand as he tries to hold back the emotions welling in his brilliant eyes. He almost wants to put it back on to hide the emotions underneath, but he can’t, not when the whole reason he took it off was to see this with his own eyes.

No words are exchanged for a long while. They don't need to be, and even Gojo can see that.

By the time he is taking you home, your dynamic has shifted back to something more normal. It's raining, but you insist on walking back, citing the fact that his teleportation makes you horribly dizzy. (Or maybe, just maybe, you want a little more time with him. But you'd never admit that to yourself.)

The constant overhead drizzle is a bit annoying, but is bearable despite Gojo's claims of it tainting his very existence. He’s clearly back to his overdramatics - it's comforting.

The streets are dark, with only muted warm yellow lights lining the sidewalks, creating only vague halos of light due to the misty air. Gojo walks close to your side, an arm wrapping protectively around your shoulders. At some point through your chatting, it slips down to your waist. You don't notice it right away, but once you do, all you can do is wonder if he's done that before - if it's normal for friends.

You notice something else strange. His blindfold is still loosely hanging from his body, his baby blues on display. It's hard to look at him like this - you feel too exposed - even though you desperately want to get lost in his eyes. Yes, your deep affection for him still rings true, even if he yelled at you, even if he did expose your horrible, cringey child acting.

“I can’t believe you put on that movie!” You exclaim, miming exasperation.

Gojo chuckles, “Scolding me again, that’s a good sign. Even if it’s for an illogical reason – c’mon, ‘Painters in Paris’ is a classic!”

You can’t hold back your wide, devious smile, “I guess you would think that since you literally look like a fucking paint brush!”

His jaw drops, and he looks at you faux-offended as you practically double over in laughter.

“Angel! No, I really should be calling you devil! You- get over here!”

Although you run from him, he quickly catches up to you and you’re in his grasp. He immediately overwhelms you with vicious tickles.

“Gojo!! Satoru, you– stop that!” You say between bouts of laughter. You’re off balance, and his relentless attack isn’t helping. “Hey, stop, I’m gonna–!”

You stumble and begin to topple to the cold cement, but you’re scooped up before you meet your demise.

A small gasp escapes you at your proximity, and at his eyes so clearly looking deeply into yours, yearning burning through them. He's never looked at you like this - has he?

“Woah! That was close, huh, angel?” He smiles, tone nonchalant and voice steady. He seems unaffected by your closeness, but his eyes tell a different story. You don't know what to trust - him or his eyes. But they say that the eyes are the windows into the soul – what answer does that leave you with?

And what answer do you have? Right now, with his strong arms around you, those beautiful eyes glittering as if they hold a sea of stars, that sweet smile that never fails to give you butterflies, those lips you can’t help but glance at for too long–

You know.

Without thinking, you give in to your instinct to keep leaning in, and your lips meet his. It's not a passionate crash, but more of a gentle whisper to the soul. A soft brush to his lips, all the sweetness he brings to you returned.

Then, you pull away slowly, almost in confusion. Did you just do that?

You’re horrified. What did you just do without a single thought behind your action?

A gentle chuckle brings you out of your momentary horror.

“So what, you’re a paint brush kisser now?” He chuckles softly, his thumb gently brushing against your lower lip.

You take in his expression - flushed cheeks, a soft smile, eyes full of a softness you've never imagined they could have.

"Yes,” You agree, your mouth stretching widely from the excitement and happiness you can’t hold back, “ l proudly am.”

He pulls you closer and kisses you deeply, again and again and again until you're both out of breath. You both stay in that moment, feelings that lay hidden for years finally spilling out, until you're completely engulfed by the rain.

note part 2: I have a tendency to be over-detailed about boring/fluff details, so I tried to do that less here. First one shot in a while !! I hope the flow is still okay…I also couldn't decide how to do the ending, so l hope this works?

Also wow I can’t stop writing hurt/comfort and Gojo being an ass! I have another story drafted that’s also Gojo x reader and hurt/comfort as well…

Here’s a hint about that one: 🌸🩸

If you’re looking for more hurt/comfort, here’s my gojo hurt/comfort series: here (more action-y than this though)

Thanks for reading !! :)

#gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru is a little shit #jjk #ieiri shoko #gojo fanfic #yuji itadori #gojo satoru is emotionally constipated #gojo x reader #gender neutral mc #gojo satoru x you

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“love me!”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· how would these supernovas react when you don't say “i love you too” to them?

⠀⠀➧ smol angst, not really tho | m. d. luffy, r. zoro, t. law, e. kid, killer, b. hawkins, (diez) x drake, j. bonney (separate) x gn!reader | multi-character headcanons + scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none. tiny angst if u squint...! mistakes may be present too.. so do ignore them, thanks!

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⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: PLS DON'T PLAY AROUND AND NOT SAY ILYT TO THESE BABIES. 😭

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Stares you down as the once big smile on his face fades away by each second that passed without you saying those three words back to him.

Like, 😁 → 😀 → 🙂 → 😐 → ☹️

He tries to be patient, waiting for you to say it back—but you didn't.

Luffy then looks at you in disbelief, frowning like a child, grumbling about how you won't say “I love you too.”

“Hey y/n! i love youuu...!” Luffy exclaims, pulling you into a quick embrace then looking at you with bright eyes, waiting for your response.

“Mhm-mhm. Thanks Luffy.” You hummed, ruffling the boy's hair as he chuckled, eyes still on you, head tilted to the side, the big smile on his face slowly fading away.

“..So? Y/n, what else you gonna say?” He muttered, scratching the back of his head as you shrugged, walking away from him with a cheeky grin.

“Hey, wait! You're supposed to say “I love you too”! Right, Usopp!? They're supposed to say that!!” He grumbled to his friend who sweat-dropped, just nodding his head as Luffy caught up to you, getting you to spill an ilyt for him.

RORONOA ZORO

Zoro is shy with saying “I love you,” so he'd be looking away from you if he does

...He will then do a slow head turn when he fails to hear your i-love-you-too—

Followed by a “ha!?” expression on his face, irritated that you didn't return the I love you.

Just say ilyt ffs. 😠💔 - R. Zoro

“..Mhm, I love you.” Zoro mutters, caressing your back, faced away from you as he spoke, obviously shying from saying those three words.

“Thanks.” You hummed as Zoro jolted, doing a slow head turn to see you with a smile on your face that contrasted his irritated “ha!?” look.

“The hell you mean “Thanks.”...!?” The moss head growls, mimicking the way you said your words, causing you to chuckle at his attempt and expression.

“..Nothin', hehe...!” “Don't “hehe...!” me and just say “I love you too,” for fuck's sake..”

TRAFALGAR LAW

Law rarely says his I love you's or I love you too's, so not returning them is... 😦

Honey, just don't. Please do not try to not say ilyt/ily.

Traffy will either be gloomy the whole day or will pretend that you simply don't exist, out of annoyance from your dumb little act.

That's right. His petty ass will be ignoring you unless you apologize and shower him with love.

“Law, don't you love me anymoreee? You never say “I love you” to me at all, it's making me sad, like, reaaallyyy sad..!” You muttered, a pout on your face, that got Law playfully rolling his eyes.

“Tsk.. I love you. There. I said it, so stop complaining and saying that I never say I love you.” Law says under his breath, then kissing your forehead, causing heat to creep up your cheeks, same as a sneaky idea..

“Okay.” You snickered, stifling a laugh when Law reacted to your reply by having his mouth fall agape, frowning, then pulling his hat down, hiding his face.

“Alright.” Returning the cold reply, Law then left you, ignoring you for the rest of the day until you apologized and gave him a kiss as a sorry..

EUSTASS KID

Oh nooooooo, darling, nooo......

This tulip man will go from 😀 then 😡😡😡😡 within seconds.

Prepare for a small fight, yeah. Cuz he'll be rambling again and again until you finally say ilyt.

Won't be satisfied by just that though, so you'll need to woo this forking man-child with explosive anger issues. Good luck.

“Damn, I fuckin' love ya, darling.” Kid admits after kissing you with his red painted lips that is curved up into a big, smug grin that you badly want to wipe away, so..

“Sure.” You dryly replied, leaving Kid's side after, knowing that he'll be exploding soon. I mean, you tried to leave.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?? YOU DON'T SAY “SURE” AFTER I JUST SAID I LOVE YOU, YOU SHIT HEAD!!! YOU SAY I LOVE YOU TOO!!” Kid growls, holding you off from getting away from him.

“Alright, alright, I'm sorry! I love you too, okayyy!? Now don't be such an angry tulip, damn it!” You shout, holding Kid's cheeks then kissing his nose to cool him off, which worked. Luckily.

KILLER

Silent treatment go brrttttt... 🙂🙂🙂🙂

Kil will just be there, not saying a single word at you, but he still does acts of service here and there.

Gives you space, thinking that you're mad with him or something. Not wanting to fight with you, unlike a certain someone..

A little petty though. He won't say I love you again, unless you initiate it first.

“Love you.” Killer hums as he held your hand, caressing it, then kissing it despite having his mask on. Still showing you his acts of love.

“Yeah.” You muttered, causing Killer to pause, letting go of your hand. A sigh escaping his mouth before he left without a word for a few hours, then returning to you with a snack.

“Ah, Kil. Thank you.” You said with a smile, only receiving a nod from Killer who remained silent. “By the way, Kil...”

“Love you.” You whisper, kissing him, causing the blond male to finally speak up, a smile on his face, hiding under his mask. “Mhm, love you too..”

BASIL HAWKINS

Blankly stares at you with his eyes squinted before sighing, letting you be.

Hawkins doesn't let that act of yours effect his life, in short, he.. Doesn't care. Kinda... 😗😗

Goes a little distant with you bcs of that, but Hawkins is still watching you from a far, analyzing what's the matter with u.

Then consults his cards, shaking his head by the answer it gave, cracking a smile on his stoic face by your antics.

“..I love you, Y/n.” Hawkins, your lover, whispers. Pecking your lips after he spoke, while you let out a small hum in response, just smiling at him...

Staring you down in silence with his red eyes squinted at you, Hawkins then shrugged, walking off and continuing his work. Trying to ignore the fact that you didn't say ilyt.

He tried. He really did. But his curiosity got the best of him, so he ended up consulting his cards, revealing the truth—

“Y/n, the cards told me what you're up to. Quite silly, I admit.” The blond man says, a rare expression displayed on his face; a smile, and a chuckle leaving his lips..

(DIEZ) X DRAKE

Shocked. Very, very shocked, and heart broken by not hearing your sweet reply of I love you too.

And then he panics, thinking of what he did to upset you so much that you didn't say ilyt to him.

Dino man then does various romantic acts to woo you.

Pls gib my ilyt. 🥹💔 - Heart broken dino man

“Hon, I'm off to work now. Love you.” Bidding his good-bye, Drake gave you a sweet kiss and an ily before he left, waiting for you to say it back—

“Mhm, okay. Take care.” You hum, giving him a hug instead of what he's waiting for. Taken back, Drake stood by the door, looking at you with a small pout.

“..Never mind. I'll call work and tell them that I'll leave next week instead.” He sighs out, dropping his things to the floor, closing the door and returning inside, to you.

“Oh, why? Not that I'm complaining though..” You mutter as your husband looks at you, scratching his nape. “Because, uhm, well my dearest won't say I love you too. So I won't leave until you do..”

JEWELRY BONNEY

Uhm, hellooooo?? Excuse me, where the hell is my ilyt at???? - Ms. Glutton

Confusion to the max.

Repeats her ily again and again until you finally give your reply that she awaits.

Will literally turn into a child if you still don't though, or tackles you to the groud and squish ur cheeks, demanding an ilyt.

“I love yoooouuuuuu!” Bonney brightly exclaims, pouncing on you to give you a tight embrace, peppering your face with her sweet, sweet kisses.

“Aww, how sweet, Bonney.” You chuckle, kissing her cheek, while the girl blinks twice at you.

“Uhm, what? I said, I love you.” Bonney says with a pout, repeating what she had previously said, as you gave the same reply again and again each time she repeats her I love you.

“God damnit! That's not the reply I want to hear! It's ‘I love you too, my dearest, Bonney’!” She shouts, tackling you to the floor and then pinching your cheeks, not letting you go until you said the magic words that will leave her heart fluttering.

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bkgml · 1 year

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more exes to lovers bc i LOVE!! but this time angsty-er 😈 into fluff tho bc i just can’t resist!

“hey…” bakugou spoke into the phone, trying not to get choked up.

“bakugou..? what is it? whats wrong?” you said cautiously.

he sighed upset and a little thankful at the fact you could read him so clearly.

“i’m at the hospital, something went wrong when i was fighting the villains. i-“ he couldn’t take this; feeling so weak and helpless.

“they said i wasn’t allowed to drive home and i don’t want my shitty friends seeing me all fuckin weak.”

“i’m on my way. just relax okay? you’re strong katsuki we both know it” you say as you put on your shoes and grab your keys.

katsuki sighs a thankful sigh into the phone

“…will you stay on the shitty phone with me?”

you laugh, though you’re not mocking him, he knows you aren’t.

“i’ll stay on the phone, promise. ten minutes away, okay?

katsuki sighs again, feeling awful that you had to get out of bed in the middle of the night for someone you thought you were done with months ago.

“hey… just want you to know i don’t regret… us. only regret is the way we ended.”

you pause, worried you shouldn’t give into him.

“i know.” you say.

he sighs again. why are you making him sound so venerable dammit!

“do you..? you know, regret it- us?”

this is happening too fast, you can’t just forgive him this quickly. it’s been 4 months. you were moving on (you weren’t but you’re trying).

“i’m almost here.”

bakugou knows asked one too many questions too fast.

“okay…”

“i just pulled in where are you?”

bakugou gets into the car. he’s bruised and beaten. there’s a cast on his arm and he’s covered in soot. the cut on his lip you saw him with on the news last week has split open and he has a black eye.

“i’m here.”

you inhale shakily, reaching out and brushing some ash off his forehead.

“what happened to you?” bakugou has only heard your voice this small and timid once: the day he broke up with you.

“told you, stupid villains.”

you clear your throat. brushing away any feelings attempting to bubble up to the surface.

“fine. let’s get you home then.”

“fine.” you scoff and bakugou immediately regrets his tone. this is why you broke up with him, he thinks. this attitude he has. the silence is loud the rest of the ride home.

“this is it, right?” you say, still a little peeved at his tone from before.

“yeah.”

the two of you get out of the car.

bakugou knows he shouldn’t say what he’s about to say. this is why you left. his brain just wants him mouth to listen to him for once.

“well goodnig-“ “-do you want to come in?”

you stop stunned.

“bakugou-“

“listen i’m not doing what you think, i’m not trying to get sex out of this i swear.”

you pause, still processing.

“that’s not what i’m worried about.” you state.

bakugou waits confused.

“then what?”

“i’m worried that i’m going to go in there and you’ll have a shower and come out smelling all nice and you’ll put on those sweatpants i like with no shirt. then you’ll ask to hold me ‘just for tonight’. and you’ll kiss my hair and rub my back, and i’ll be head over heels for you all over again.” you breathe out.

“i don’t deserve this, katsuki. you’re just going to mess it up all over again and i cant go through this cycle a million times before we realize that we just don’t work right now. it’s not the right time for us. no matter how much we want it to be.”

you’re both tearing up at this point. he had no idea you could read him this well.

“i’m sorry, baby.”

“please don’t call me that.” you choke on your words. you knew you shouldn’t have come over here.

bakugou wipes his face, trying to compose himself, to not let the tears fall.

“i want to make this work. i don’t want to tiptoe around you and pretend i’m not the mean guy who hurt you. i want to be able to call you stupid fucking nicknames again without care and i want to make you laugh again.”

wow. he’s really not making this easy for you. you sigh before speaking.

“how about… you try again in a couple weeks. maybe i’ll let you call me a ‘stupid fucking nickname’ again.” you say in your best bakugou impression.

“a couple weeks, huh?”

“mhm. too long of a wait for you?” you tease, starting to fall back into your old ways.

“it’s never too long for you…. dumbass.” he tests the waters with a nickname he gave you before you started dating. one that makes his words seem a little less vulnerable from his perspective.

you laugh. a real fuckin laugh that he hasn’t gotten to hear in forever.

“alright… ‘dumbass’.” you say, still laughing.

“a couple weeks?” he asks.

“yes, a couple weeks.”

“okay…” he doesn’t want to leave your side but he won’t push you just yet.

“night.” he turns on his heel and gets his keys.

“g’night… ‘dumbass’.” you say, sending yourself into another fit of giggles and getting in your car.

as you drive off katsuki is grinning to himself.

the night turned out all right after all.

EEEEK you guys!! my first angsty post! and i made this little divider thingy with dynamy! i think it’s so cute personally i hope you like. :)

#bakugou fluff #bakugou x yn #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou katuski x reader

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froggibus · 1 year

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Taking Care Of You While Sick - Obey Me!

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel & Belphie

Genre: hurt/comfort + fluff!

Summary: you get sick, and your favorite demon knows (or tries his best) just how to take care of you

CW: sick! Reader, fever, lots of medicine, satan being Satan, wholesome Beel

wow i wonder what could have possibly inspired me to write this one….weird. anyway I am still sick but thats okay cause i got to sleep 20 hours one day and watch all the marvel movies so pog. anyway enjoy <3

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Lucifer

doesn’t know much about human illnesses but knows when you’re getting sick

makes you get lots of bed rest

will have medicine and fresh water for you around the clock

offers to do his paperwork in your room to keep you company

you don’t really notice either way cause you’re asleep mostly

he does anyway tho cause he’s worried and wants to keep an eye on you

corrects your temperature in your sleep too

shivering? adds another blanket

sweating? pulls the covers back and puts a cold cloth on your forehead

“luc did you…swaddle me?”

“you were cold”

even after you get better he’s extra adamant about you taking vitamins

Mammon

thinks you’re dying at first

notices you’re much warmer than usual and actually thinks you’re going to light on fire

panics and thinks lucifer is gonna kill him

you have to explain that you’re not actually dying but that you’re sick

probably has no idea what to do to help you

just does what he likes when he’s sick

brings you lots of fluids (especially juice)

and soup

expect lots of soup/ramen

is with you 24/7

“you’re MY responsibility so I gotta keep an eye on you”

probably forgets to take care of himself in the process

so you make him drink your water/eat your soup/sleep

definitely sleeps with you with the excuse of ‘watching out for you’

Levi

its just like in that anime he watched

except he really hopes you’re not dying like the MC in the anime was

just does exactly what they did in the anime (but with a lot more blushing and stuttering)

probably thinks you’d rather lucifer or mammon take care of you

you try to comfort him but you’re so tired that it just comes out as a bunch of mumbles

definitely has to give himself a peptalk (or five)

“y/n is really sick rn, this isn’t about you, ok?”

will feed you medicine if you’re not strong enough to do it yourself

you’re surprised at how well he’s handling things

“ok y/n im gonna head back to my room but if you need anything tonight just text me ok?”

“levi can you stay with me”

thinks he’s misheard you at first

malfunctions for a really long time

you’re already falling asleep by the time he decides to climb in bed with you

Satan

has been waiting for this moment since you arrived

literally read so many books about human illness and immune systems

figured it was only a matter of time until you got sick

is ready with juice and water and medicine

literally has everything you could possibly need

checks your temperature VERY delicately

“fuck y/n you’re burning up”

gets you a cold cloth for your forehead

even tho he knows everything he still is really nervous

checks on you like every five minutes (if he even leaves your room)

would make himself a bed on your floor so that if you need him in the night he’s there

somehow you convince him to come lay with you

even tho you’re a million degrees

he’ll stay with you all night just to make sure you’re okay

would definitely try and hunt down whoever infected you

Asmo

can tell you’re sick just by how clammy and washed out you look

but he won’t say anything

probably makes you one of his ultra healthy super food smoothies

even if it tastes gross he makes sure you drink it

would probably spoon feed you food too

insists you get lots of rest

and when you can’t sleep he’s there to keep you company

keeps up with your hygiene too

will brush your hair/tie it up so that it doesn’t get tangled while you sleep

gets a cloth to wipe down your face and applies lotion and chapstick

probably wouldn’t sleep with you cause he doesn’t want to get sick (even tho demons don’t share the same sicknesses with humans)

but will stay in a phone call with you from his room all night and if you need anything he’s there in a heartbeat

more medicine?

he’s there

but he’s so tired don’t expect him to return to his room after

Beel

doesn’t know whats going on at first but makes an educated guess

asks what you need instead of assuming

makes you lots of snacks + drinks

i feel like he would hide your medicine in food like they do for dogs??

idk it seems up his alley

also helps you with any tasks you may possibly need with

homework? he’s on it (just don’t tell Lucifer)

need to wash your hair but you’re too weak? all you gotta do is lean your head over the bathtub

he’ll take really good care of you

would probably baby you a little tho

like cut up your food into really small portions

and give you juice out of a sippy cup

“beel where did you even find that?”

“i-uhh—“

definitely watches movies with you until you fall asleep and stays to make sure you don’t need anything

Belphie

probably knew you were sick before anyone else

tries to ignore it cause he totally doesn’t care

but your skin is hot!!

and you’re sweating a lot

and your voice sounds…different?

eventually he has to give in and admit he’s worried about you

and since no one else is around he takes care of you

brings you water and medicine and offers to let you sleep in his bed

“just so I can wash your sheets! you’ll feel so much better in clean ones…”

even lets you sleep on his pillow

probably watches you sleep to make sure you’re still alive

but can’t help and admire how peaceful you look

pushes you to drink fluids and sleep LOTS

and if you refuse to sleep?

well he’ll just have to make you sleep

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zeephyre · 3 months

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CRITICAL ROLE CAMPAIGN 3 EPISODE 85 SPOILERS

IM LITERALLY ABOUT TO LOSE MY MIND YALL

Where do I even ??? start ???

I haven't been posting c3 as the episodes dropped in...a while actually, like right before they went to the feywild. i have many thoughts and many feelings about so many things that have happened since then and I'll summarise them so I can get to THIS episode.

fearne and ashton - love their shard powers, they're literally royalty and terrifying, and i want them to make-out. i can't wait to see them go full primordial again in a real combat situation.

imogen - save her. literally save her. free her, even. i love everything about the call of ruidus when it comes to imogen on a narrative standpoint, but...God I get so worried that we're gonna lose her. I don't mean she's gonna betray the hells, but...ruidus could take her and then i would simply perish.

laudna - before i really get into wtf went down this episode with her and she who must not be named, i gotta say... im worried. very very worried. however, that fireball was objectively the best shit ever.

fcg - i can't even really remember anything stand out abt fcg except what Sam pulled last night so.

chetney - still the heart of the team, still my baby girl, still my favourite. love him to bits.

orym - i think laudna is going to beat his ass one of these days and im... even more concerned about that after this episode. his nana morri powers are cool as fuck tho... does that make him a warlock now? i know he isn't multi-classing but wouldn't that be cool

ANYWAY WE'RE ON THE FUCKING MOON AND WE GOT MOON LORE AND EVERYTHING WAS SHITTY THEN FUN THEN SHITTY THEN FUN AGAIN THEN REALLY FUCKING SAD THEN IT ALL WENT TO SHIT AGAIN.

the moment imogen reached out to ruidus and matt mentioned that she could sense where other ruidusborn were i fucking knew that otohan was high tailing it in their direction, and i thought they instinctively knew that too but they probably got so distracted.

we were travelling for hours and had a huge fight that almost got them captured (not to be confused with the OTHER two fights that almost got them captured) and I was begging and screaming and crying for them to get a long rest safely hidden away AND THEN THEY SPLIT THE PARTY WITH BARELY ANY SPELL SLOTS OR HIT POINTS AFTER BEING DRAINED FROM ANOTHER BATTLE WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM

(Sidenote, the willmaster really opened up the door to the further increase in moral pondering in a certain number of hellians. i do think using the harness is disgusting and hypocritical, but i don't condemn them for it, it just...makes me wanna vomit thinking abt what ludinus did with it. not to mention the HUNGER parallels between laudna and ludinus...its just not good yall. also??? objectively funny that fcg seemed weirded out by the idea of killing the willmaster, not just with the harness but in general, considering how many people they've killed up to this point)

idk if its just the inherent terror that an evil old hot lady can inspire that makes otohan so much more terrifying to me than ludinus. like, objectively, ludinus is a worse threat and could wipe them out EASILY but jesus otohan is like the damn reaper to me. it's the trauma from the laudna, fearne, orym massacre mixed with the underlying little drop from their uthodurn romp that let us know that resurrection spells are NOT working and idk if that got fixed bc of time passing or distance from the leylines but i really did not want to test that shit out in real time

thank...god that sam riegel is a damn genius player, that banishment of fcg and fearne was the ONLY reason fcg survived. and thank GOD FOR KEYLETH BECAUSE WITHOUT THAT CLOUD SPELL BELLS HELLS WOULD BE VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY DEAD RN.

God, "otohan has us. run." is going to haunt me just as much, if not more than the almost tpk. it just...shot me straight back to bassuras and the plan to run that just...immediately fell apart.

god fcg truly could have died there. and fearne would be captured. i know the hells would be too stupid and too brave and too loyal to leave fearne with otohan in their cloud form but can you imagine a world where fcg was gone, fearne was captured and the hells had to switch from recon to rescue... itd be stressful but pretty fun.

thankfully it didn't come to that and some good came from the shit.

ruidus is so beautiful. i was worried they'd end being trapped under ruidus while they explored (not that I wasn't on board with the detours, I wish this wasn't a time sensitive mission), but matt's imagery of the fossilized elven structure and garden made me sad but also happy that we got to see it.

i cannot believe that the stupid plan to shove fearne up a water hole happened AGAIN and it ended up with us FINDING A BACK HOLE TO RUIDUS GOD I LOVE THESE CHUCKLEFUCKS WHEN IS THE NEXT EPISODE MATT YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME. WHERE EVEN ARE THEY??? IS IT EVEN EXANDRIA???? WHAT DO WE DO IF IT IS EXANDRIA??? WHERE DID THIS HOLE EVEN COME FROM???? DOES IT CLOSE AND REOPEN??? IS IT STAGNANT?????? IS IT FUCKING STABLE?!?!?!?!?!

God...we could go back to keyleth and the others and actually invade ruidus without encountering the ruby vanguard. (that's if they're alright because otohan did go out onto the battlefield and we don't know what fhe fuck she did when the illusion fell through)

GOD. IS IT THURSDAY YET??? WE HAVENT EVEN FOUND THE RESISTANCE????

#critical role #cr3 #bells hells #critical role campaign 3 #c3 #critical role c3 #critical role spoilers #imogen temult #ashton greymoore #cr laudna #laudna #orym of the air ashari #chetney pock o'pea #fcg critical role #cr spoilers #fearne calloway #c3 e85 #cr3 ep85

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lizstcore · 4 months

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Helga Sinclair x fem! reader

(part 1??)

this is literally my first time writing something and posting it,and it's not too good (+, English is not my first language).And nothing much happens,sorry 😭 . I can make a part 2 tho! Also,very ooc.

` When you accepted joining a mission on discovering the lost city of Atlantis and getting a bunch of money for simply doing what you know best,you couldn't be happier. Of course,you didn't expect to actually find living atlantians in there,but that's a story for another day. Now you were busy trying to get out of an active volcano.

"Milo!" you all desperately screamed,as the linguist tried to attach a crystallized Kida to our vehicle. You turned around in a hurry, wanting to see if there was anyone left. You felt your breath get stuck in your throat at the sight of the woman who betrayed you all,the cold hearted mercenary that was willing to wipe out an entire society for some money. The woman you unfortunately fell in love with, bleeding out in the crater of an active volcano that was about to erupt.

You stopped dead in your tracks, considering your options . In a moment of desperation,you jumped out of the vehicle,despite everyone telling you to get back and drive away. You ran to Helga as quickly as you could, struggling to pick her up over her shoulders. The blonde woman looked like she was trying to say something, presumably some snarky remark,but she only managed to let out a few painful sounding coughs and whimpers

Her eyes opened and widened momentarily, her face turned from an unreadable expression into a grimace. She was visibly uncomfortable, her teeth gritting painfully and her eyes closed in pain. She gave a sharp intake of air, which triggerd a deep, harsh cough. The red blood which stained her lips made her look almost demonic as she opend her eyes again and fixated your gaze for a moment. She did not appear to recognize you at first, but then the color began to slowly return to her face.

"Get me...out of here.. I'll be fine." she mumbled , trying to avoid your gaze

You immediately panicked and rushed to your vehicle, quickly pushing Helga inside while you put on your seat belt. Even as she laid hurt and half unconscious next to you,she was still very intimidating.

A few days passed by quickly,and everything was going pretty well. You and the crew returned from the Atlantis mission with more treasures than you've ever seen before,and an incredible discovery. While the others were busy trying to forget about everything Rourke did to the entire Atlantian civilisation,you spent most of your time in the hospital with Helga.

"I got you some stuff....check this out, it's an Atlantian dress! This would look beautiful on you!" you said excitedly, showing Helga the beautiful item of clothing. She scoffed and closed her eyes.

"Not my style. How long 'till I get out of this nightmare?" she asked, clearly done with everything that has happened in the past days

"A few days, don't worry... it's a miracle how you managed to survive that fall. The doctors are super shocked about your recovery." She chuckled,which was surprisingly attractive.

"I'm a tough gal,eh?...." she chuckled,then paused, looking like she wanted to ask something. Before she could open her mouth,you interrupted her.

"Yes,Rourke is dead. Yes, you're the one that finished him off,more or less" you smiled softly as you saw the corners of her mouth turn upwards. You haven't seen her actually smile in a while,it was a beautiful sight.

"Is that so?" she mumbled softly, clearly trying not to grin but failing miserably. Yeah,no one liked Rourke. You let your hand fall by your side,not noticing Helga's hand resting against the side of the hospital bed. Your hands brushed against eachother,and your touch starved ass immediately started sweating nervously. Yet no one moved.

"I...really like you, y'know... you're very strong. Emotionally and physically." you felt the urge to compliment her,and couldn't help yourself as you saw a literal goddess in front of you.

"Thank you,little girl" she smirked, teasing you.

"Hey now, I'm only a couple years younger!"

"Mhm..."

You couldn't help but look at the way her muscles flexed against the thin material of the hospital clothes. In fact,you looked so much you forgot you were even having a conversation with her.

"Getting quite distracted,I see. Just wait until I get out of here, sweetheart" she knew how much her teasing was affecting you,yet she continued. How awfully cruel... You felt your face getting red,and ignored your heart beating faster and faster.

You kept awkwardly chatting,until...

"They hate me, don't they?" Helga blurted out suddenly,as you bit you lip. She probably won't care less,so you decided to tell her the truth.

"They haven't forgiven you for betraying us... neither have I. You're lucky I get attached too easily. They got a bunch of treasures and valuable junk from Atlantis while I was busy getting Joshua to treat you...but I can't say I regret it" her emotions visibly changed all throughout your small explanation,but she finally looked at you with some sort of appreciation. She would never admit it though.

"If I knew you'd be here to annoy me all day before that motherfucker threw me out of the air balloon,I would've thrown myself" she joked with a smirk on her face. She was still cold... alright...you could work with it. It was getting pretty late,and you felt a bit nervous about sending more time with her. Even if you wanted to.

"I'll think I'll go home... goodbye,Helga. I really hope your recovering goes well."

The second the word "goodbye" came out of your mouth,she wanted to jump off the hospital bed and push you back on the chair (or in bed with her). She wasn't used to so much loneliness,she could usually get men at her feet whenever she wanted (either wanting to kiss her,or begging for help). Even if she did prefer being alone ,not having anyone to talk to was different. Especially if that someone was you. She hated it,but she was starting to get attached.

"... goodbye. You'll come visit,yes?" she asked trying to cover her nervous tone .You chuckled. Obviously you would.

"Yes."

#helga sinclair #atlantis the lost empire #x reader #helga sinclair x reader #lesbian #wlw #i love her #unfortunately ooc #and poorly written #disney villains

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diaryofanidiot · 11 months

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The Neverland Curse

Cw: Deaging, food mentions

Taglist: @avatarofstars @botensbabygirl @mothmothmothmoth @akira-chan8 @rinizitos @pastatownsystem @stabbylikesnukes @urhigh42 @princessparadisebaby @abadonkori @lucifersimp333 @coffeeandtealol @maxx0inwonderland @letsblazewolf @simpinginthecorner @kittycatinblue @thatguyfromforest @sheep-from-rad @romaissaa @doomcandy @lilnoobie

Chapter list: 1 2 3 <4> 5 6

A/N: the taglist is getting many request so pls submit them to the inbox. If I missed you in this chapters taglist, shoot me a dm and I'll fix it ^-^

No first draft. We die like pirates >:) pls notify me of any typos tho lol

Breakfast was full of strange foods like dinner the night before. That's not to say they weren't yummy, but I was starting to miss normal food that didn't risk turning to flames or frost in your mouth. Needless to say but they wouldn't let me eat any magical foods like that.

I tugged on Belphie's cardigan to wake him. His face was practically in his food.

"What is it?" He mused, peeking open an eye towards me.

"Luci said I gotta meet more people... are they scary?" I whispered, looking up to make certain I didn't catch the attention of the raven haired man at the head of the table.

"Not at all," Belphie hummed sleepily. "Now eat your food."

"He's right. You have a busy day, so eat what you can." Lucifer smirked up at me. Dang it. He heard me after all.

I pushed the pancake-like food around my plate and managed one more bite before hopping up and loudly exclaiming that I was full.

Asmo was quick to follow my statement with a wet wipe to my face. I squirmed away as he fussed over my sticky syrup covered cheeks and hands.

I felt his cold hand pat my cheek along with a satisfied hum when he finished his smothering, and with that, I bolted toward the adjacent library.

"FREEDOM!" I yelled on my way out, hearing a couple of scattered chuckles behind me. The library was one of my favorite rooms so far. The fire kept it warmer than most of the house, and Lucifer had assorted toys placed in one of the corners for me. It was the first surprise I saw after everyone had woken up.

I ran faster toward the pile and dropped to my knees, sliding the rest of the way excitedly as I marvled the new collection.

Bloo, the already gifted Bear, sat near the pile. Beel suggested he stay there during breakfast so I wouldn't get him messy. Happily, I pulled him to my lap before looking at the collection of dolls, cars, and more.

Before I could even start picking out what I wanted to play with, a loud knock interrupted me and caught my full attention. I froze in place when I heard the door open and unfamiliar voices call out.

Clutching Bloo to my chest, I walked silently toward the opened double doors of the library and peered around the corner to look at the newcomers.

They didn't notice me as they placed their jackets on the hangers. I felt like a super spy.

A feeling of a hand on my head made me jump and look up to see Lucifer towering above me with a soft smile. He placed a finger to his lip on a shushing motion.

Grinning, I mimicked it and nodded. He removed his hand and walked over to the two strangers welcoming them. An adult and another child. Maybe he was my age...

As Lucifer led them to the dining room where everyone resided, I trailed behind quietly. "I'm the best spy ever." I whispered to myself.

The grown-up stranger turned his head around, but I quickly moved behind a column to hide. I saw the faintest smile on his face before he continued walking.

"Gotsta be quiet, Bloo. It's spy time." I whispered once more to my bear before I advanced forward, still hot on their trail.

I hid behind the dining room door, spying on their conversation.

"So you're well informed on the situation?" I heard Lucifer ask. His voice was easy to pick out.

"Solomon told me everything. He said he would be over shortly. Just had a few things to take care of first." I assumed that must be the grown-up stranger.

"Did they really have their memory reverted as well?" That voice was higher in pitch. Must be the other kid.

"Unfortunately so." That was Satan talking now.

"I want to see for myself. Where are they?" The other kid demanded.

I heard somebody chuckle. This super spy needed more information. I peered around the door but quickly shot back behind it when I saw Lucifer's eyes staring in my direction with an amused look on his face.

"I haven't the faintest clue, Luke~" He began. "It's a shame they disappeared when you went through the trouble of bringing those cookies for them..."

Cookies? ....I like cookies.

"I suppose they'll have to go to Beelzebub."

Nu uh. Not on my watch.

I ran past the door, bolting into the room. "No cookies for Bee! I'm right here!" I yelled, jumping into Lucifer's arms. "I can eat them!"

I looked around for the treats while Lucifer adjusted his hold on me. Target spotted. The other kid- er, Luke, was holding the tupperware in his arms and staring at me with an expression of shock. What was his problem?

The stranger grownup smiled kindly and nudged Luke forward. "Didn't you want to give them your gift?" He asked.

Luke hesitated before slowly opening the container and holding it out toward me. I squealed happily and grabbed as many cookies as I could hold and saved one into my mouth.

"Is there's something you want to say, (MC)?" Lucifer asked, raising an eyebrow toward me. I thought for a moment before realizing.

"Oh! Tank oo!" I exclaimed, cookie crumbs falling out of my mouth and onto the floor as I spoke.

Lucifer sighed heavily. "You could've swallowed them first..."

I looked at him in confusion before my attention was ripped away by the other guy.

"(MC), I know you don't remember us, so let me introduce myself." The nice stranger smiled at me. "I'm Simeon, and this is Luke."

"Hi Hi." I said before shoving another cookie in my mouth. These were worth blowing my cover.

Lucifer walked my other to the table and sat me in a chair to finish my food, likely growing tired of the mess I was making.

"I'm guessing you're no longer full?" Satan asked me, a smirk emerging on his face.

"There's always room for cookies." I huffed before noticing Beel try to nab one. "Nuh uh! My cookies, Bee."

Belphie frowned at me. "(MC), don't you think you can share just one?' He asked coaxing.

"But they're mine..." I whined.

"Only one? Surely you have plenty."

Hesitantly, I slid a cookie over to Beel. He smiled and thanked me, as did Belphie. I felt a presence behind me and turned around to see Simeon smiling at the situation. He knelt down to my level and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"May I ask you something, (MC?)"

I nodded, staring at him with wide eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?" His concern was apparent. "I just want to make certain you feel safe."

"Everything is just weird." I admitted. "Everybody keeps talking about a curse and I don't get it."

"That must make you feel left out." He sympathized, running his thumb along my shoulder comfortingly.

I nodded slowly. He gets it.

"Well," He began, straightening back up. "I can assure you that once we have it all figured out. You'll be the first to know. I know Solomon is excited to see you again."

"When is soo-man coming?"

"Soon." He assured before walking off. Shortly after, the adults went to talk again. The only people left in the dining room were Luke, Levi, who was currently gaming on his phone and in his own world, and myself.

Getting an idea, I rushed to the library where my toys resided and grabbed a few dress up toys before sprinting back. My feet made loud, pattering noises on the hardwood floor.

"Luke!" I yelled excitedly. "Wanna play??"

It was exciting having another kid in the house. Finally someone to play with.

Luke frowned. "Play?"

"Mhm!" I nodded, holding out one of the costumes. "You can be a pirate and I get to be the captain!"

He seemed to hesitate, looking around for the other adults. "(MC)... we aren't the same age, you know?"

"That's okay! I'm four and a half." I grinned.

He looked lost, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm over a thousand."

I blinked before giggling. "You can't be a thousand! You don't even look like a grandpa!"

I heard Levi snort in amusement so I turned around to see him finally paying attention. He got up and moved to kneel beside the two of us. "He's not joking, (MC). In human years... I think that makes him ten years old?" He guessed.

I looked back and Luke, then to Levi, and back to Luke once more. Ten made more sense. "So you just.. pretend your a thousand?"

Luke looked to Levi, seeming to silently ask him a question. If he could pretend then so could I.

"Well," I argued. "Then I'm a thousand and one and there's no more bigger numbers, so I win!' I stuck out my tongue to drive my point.

Levi sighed with a smile and looked at Luke apologetically. "Just go play with them. It'll be fun. Just until Solomon gets here, okay?"

Luke gave in and took the costume, putting on the eyepatch. I grinned and put on my own pirate hat before dragging him to the library to play.

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"Luke, (MC)?" Simeon called from the hallway, soon emerging in the doorway. He smiled at the sight of us.

I was on top of our 'Ship' (the couch), looking through my 'telescope' (a paper towel roll I had convinced Beel to give me). I pointed the scope towards the door and set my sights on the newcomer.

"First Mate Luke!" I cried, pointing towards the intruder. "A bad guy who wants to take our treasure!"

"On it, Captain!" Luke had immersed himself into the game, reveling in the chance to be the kid he really was. He jumped to the floor and pointed his foam sword at Simeon.

"You'll never take it while I'm still breathing!" He cried.

"Oh really? Two against one?" He grinned happily. "That doesn't sound very fair~"

Simeon peered around the doorway, motioning someone over. Solomon walked into view.

"Two of them!" I cried, shuffling off the 'ship' to aide my first mate.

"Arrrg!" Solomon growled, instantly adapting to the game. "I'll take the Captain while you take the other."

I watched as Simeon dodge Luke's attacks before noticing Solomon coming after me. I squealed and ran behind the couch, holding the toilet paper roll in one hand.

This could be a sword too... maybe a telescope that turns into a sword.

I held out the 'sword' as Solomon raced around the couch toward me and made a swinging motion toward his leg.

His hand flung to his thigh as he cried out in mock pain. "Man down! Man down!'

Grinning, I plunged my 'sword' into his belly. Solomon fell to the ground a put a hand in the air, seemingly reaching out to something.

"I see.." He winced. "A light at the end of the tunnel..."

In the meantime, Simeon had knocked the sword out of Luke's hands and was now holding him hostage. "Captain (MC)!"

I looked up from a dying Solomon to see Simeon holding the foam sword to Luke. "You've mortally wounded my friend! Now, hand over the treasure or the same goes for your first mate!"

Solomon tried not to crack a smile during his mock death scene but failed. My eyes widened. Luke was in trouble!

"(MC)!" Luke cried. "I'll be fine! Protect the treature!"

"Arg! But I want both!" I ran toward Simeon, swinging the paper tow- er, sword, down on his wrist. He dropped the sword and held out his arm in front of him.

"You cut off me good hand!" He cried, dropping to his knees. I grabbed Luke's hand and ran back to the ship.

"We won!" I grinned, jumping up and down on couch cushings.

Simeon and Solomon looked at each other before laughing and getting off the floor.

"Alright, you guys win." Simeon put his hands up in defeat.

I removed my captain's hat, unable to contain my giggles as I did. Solomon reached under my arms and hoisted me up.

"Cmon, the others are waiting for us."

I groaned in frustration, wanting to keep playing.

"You can play some more later." He patted my back and carried me out of the room, Simeon and Luke following close behind.

Quite the crowd had gathered. Little did I know, it was all about to be explained.

#obey me #obey me agere #obey me shall we date #omswd #agere fic #omswd agere #obey me au

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bubuslutty · 1 year

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Bambi with fangs

part 2, all parts

Moodboard

pairing: lumberjack! frank castle x (mutant) vampire fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

tags: attempted sa not from Frank tho obvs, typical Frank violence, mutants exist, (kinda) drug use and substance abuse, tell me if I missed anything

warning: attempted sa, violence (Frank beats the shit out of a bunch of people, no killing tho), blood

Summary: Frank wanted someone to bring a little bit of excitement to his boring yet peaceful life. Maybe someone who wasn't scared of anything, who could handle being with him and his bloody baggage of violence and death that he still has to drag around with him. But what he was not expecting, was to end with an armful of mutant, all fangy and pretty with blood running down her nose and chin.

a/n: I am NOT from the US, so I apologise in advance for using the wrong terms for things. I just want to write a fic of Frank having his own fangy gf okay??? even though he's a lumberjack, there's not much details abt his life here, but all of that will be explored in part 2, hopefully 🤞

Frank took a deep breath, feeling his overworked muscles ache and joints snap. He rubbed his face and placed his hat on the counter, raising two fingers to order two beers.

Frank was alone by the bar as usual, straight out of work and tired as hell. He really should be home by now, showering, making himself something to eat and throwing himself in bed to get some hours in before he goes to work tomorrow. But he always finds himself in the grim bar in town, drinking until Josie refuses to give him any more beer and reminds him he has to drive home.

Frank wonders why he keeps finding himself sitting at a stool, hunched over his drink and mulling over his boring yet peaceful life. Maybe he secretly yearns for something, or someone to disrupt his routine. To bring something along the way, be it a bit of excitement, love or even lust, Frank’s tired of lying to himself that he's just content living as a virgin lumberjack, even if he chose to live that way.

There are people in town, both men and women who have expressed their interest in him. Frank always politely declined their advances, not because he found them undesirable, but simply because he was still a dangerous man, even if he ran as far as he could from his old life. He doesn’t have the heart to drag anyone in and one day wake up to death at his doorstep. If he wants to let someone in and let them be associated with him, Frank wants them to be capable of protecting themselves from anything. It’s all Frank asks for.

Over the music playing from the old jukebox, Frank heard the commotion near the toilets. He looked over his shoulder and saw multiple shadows casting over the wall, but no bodies as they were all behind the corner. Frank turned to Josie, who was serving some other clients and she didn’t seem like she heard anything, but neither did anyone else.

Frank felt like he had to stand up and go see what was going on. And he did. Frank gulped down the rest of his second beer and wiped his lips with the back of his hand, grabbing his hat and placing a few bills on the counter. He quickly looked over his shoulder and turned over the dark corner leading to the toilets.

The first thing he saw was a group of men talking in hushed voices, well, they thought they were talking in hushed voices but Frank could hear their voices clearly.

“What do we do?”

“I think I saw her before, isn’t she famous?”

“What would a famous person do in our shithole of town, idiot?”

“She’s pretty, prettier than your girlfriend, huh?”

“Is she breathing? She looks out of it.”

Then he saw her, slumped on the floor against the wall, hair on her face, blood running her nose and staining her lips and chin. She was wearing a pink lace bralette under a cropped jean jacket, jean shorts with a belt and silver-heeled boots. The stranger was also wearing necklaces, bracelets and earrings, all glinting every time a car zoomed in front of the bar and the light rushed in through the windows.

Frank noticed the men shuffling closer and noticed the second their looks changed and body tensing up. His stomach would’ve dropped if he was anyone else but all Frank felt was a wave of violent disgust and he acted before his brain could catch up.

“What are you doing?”

The men flinched and turned around, eyes wide at being caught red-handed.

“Oh, it’s just the weird guy who works for Marco.”

“Listen, man, this is none of your business.”

Frank clenched his jaw, his index finger twitching and eyes glaring daggers at the disgusting men.

“Leave her alone.” Frank said, voice deep and gruff.

One of the men glared at Frank, “Look man, we clearly don’t want you here, so how about you get the fuck out of here?”

“Hey, calm down.” Another guy said to his hostile friend, turning to Frank with raised hands, in mock peace.

“Or you can have a piece, how’s that?” He said, grinning and making Frank even more starving to punch the man’s face in until his own mother can’t recognise him.

“Get her inside.” Frank said, lifting his chin towards the men’s toilets and making them snicker.

As the men dragged her unconscious body inside, Frank grabbed his phone from his pocket and quickly sent a text before shoving it back in his pocket.

Me: it’s urgent

Me: walk down to Josie's and don’t tell May

When the men dragged her inside the toilets and closed the door, they placed her in a sitting position against the wall and then looked up at Frank expectantly.

Frank held eye contact with them as he slowly unbuckled his belt and they started snickering again but their snickers quickly died out when Frank started wrapping his belt around one of his knuckles.

“What are you doing?..”

Frank calmly washed his bloody hands in one of the sinks and glanced in the mirror, at the heap of bloody and unconscious men on the floor.

He turned to the woman and saw her move her fingers, struggling to open her eyes. Frank walked over and kneeled next to her, “Hey, can you open your eyes?”

The woman groaned and slowly opened her eyes, struggling to focus them on the man in front of her.

“Who are you?” She asked, voice rough.

“Frank. I’m Frank, and what's your name? Do you know where you are?” Frank asked, grabbing her arm when he saw he try pushing her body up from the floor.

“Careful, you’re drunk.” He reminded her, keeping a tight grip on her arm as she struggled to stand up straight.

“I’m not drunk.” She said, squinting her eyes at him and walking towards the door, trying and failing to grab the doorknob.

“Sure you’re not.” Frank muttered and twisted the doorknob open for her, and she started walking down the little corridor on wobbly legs, away from the toilets.

He was about to ask about her name, or just escort her outside so she can get some fresh air and sober up, and hopefully call someone, a friend or family member to pick her up when she stopped dead in her tracks, falling back on Frank’s chest.

“Careful.” He grabbed her shoulders so she wouldn’t fall to the side and crack her head.

But then he noticed her terrified face and frowned, “Are you okay?”

“No- Can you uh, look if there’s a man with blond hair and a beard? He’s tall- And he- Can you just check for me, please?” She pleaded and Frank nodded.

He kept a hold on one of her arms so she wouldn’t slip and die and he looked around the corner and there he was, the man she described accompanied by 3 other men as he spoke to Josie.

“Have you seen a girl around here? She’s about this tall and drives a pink car.” The man asked Josie who shook her head, “Sorry, haven’t seen anyone with that description.”

“Are you sure? Because we saw her car outside your bar?”

Frank turned to look at the woman when he heard a gasp come out of her.

“That’s my car you’re talking about, asshole!” An old woman angrily said from the back of the bar, making her friends glare at the strange men.

The men looked at each other and thanked Josie before leaving the bar.

“I want to leave-” The woman choked out and Frank’s eyes widened when her body hunched over and she coughed violently, spitting blood at her feet.

“Hey, hey-” Frank held the woman’s body up when her knees gave out and her head rolled to the side, limbs limp and sweat breaking out of her flawless skin.

Frank acted quickly and removed his flannel, wrapping it around her body and placing his hat on her head. His phone suddenly rang and he cursed under his breath, digging the device out of his pocket and holding it to his ear.

“Are you here? Meet me at the backdoors.” Frank said.

“Meet you at the- Frank what did you do?” A younger man said on the phone.

“Just meet me outside.” Frank said and hung up, ignoring the man’s protests over the phone.

Frank looked around and walked with the unconscious woman at his side, an arm wrapped around her waist while one of her arms was around his neck. He walked to the back of the bar, and luckily nobody saw them, then he pushed the backdoor with his shoulder.

The cold air of the night made him let out a shaky breath as soon as he stepped outside. Frank leaned against the wall, letting the woman’s weight rest on his side as he looked around.

“Frank, what did you do?” A scared voice suddenly asked.

It was a young man with big brown eyes and brown hair sticking from his beanie, staring at Frank and the unconscious woman with wide eyes.

“Peter, I swear this isn’t what it looks like.” Frank said, digging a hand in one of his pockets and taking out his keys and throwing them to Peter who caught them without looking.

“Can you get my truck and I’ll explain?” Frank said, still holding the woman upright.

“You have blood on your shirt.” Peter said, pointing at the drops of blood on Frank’s shirt, obviously not his.

“Peter, please.” Frank gritted through his teeth and the young man glared at him and turned around to go get his truck around.

“Are you going to explain to me who’s this woman? Is she unconscious? Dead? And why do you have blood on your shirt?” Peter asked from the driver’s seat while Frank was sitting on the passenger’s seat, supporting the woman’s weight on him, her legs over his thighs and head against his chest.

“I don’t know who she is. I found her unconscious at Josie’s near the toilets.” Frank told Peter.

“And the blood?” Peter asked, glancing at the woman on his friend’s lap.

“Bunch of assholes were going to take advantage of her.” Frank spit out and Peter tightened his hold on the steering wheel, clenching his jaw.

“Did you kill them?” Peter asked and Frank glanced at the young man.

“No.”

And silence fell between them for long time before Peter asked, “Why are we taking her to your place and not to the police station?”

“Some people were looking after her. And we don’t know if she even wants to go to the cops in the first place.” Frank said making Peter nod in understanding.

When Peter parked the truck in front of Frank’s place, he ran to unlock the front door of Frank’s house and turned on the lights so the other could carry her inside. Luckily Frank lives next to the woods, far from the other houses so nobody saw them.

“Why do I feel like I’m doing something illegal? If I get in trouble, I’m telling May it’s all your fault.” Peter said, closing the door and taking off his beanie to run his hand through his brown hair.

“Can you get me a wet washcloth? She’s burning up.” Frank said and Peter walked to the kitchen while the strange woman was laying on the couch. Frank removed his flannel from around her body and threw it to the side, then her jean jacket in an attempt to cool her body down.

“Here.” Peter gave Frank the washcloth and watched Frank move her hair out of her face and gasped when he finally noticed the drying blood on her nose, lips and chin.

“What happened to her? That’s a lot of blood…” Peter said watching Frank wipe as much blood as he could with the washcloth, and then use the clean side to dab her forehead.

Frank then used his other hand to feel around her face, especially her nose. “It’s not broken… I can’t tell if she had a really bad nosebleed or if this blood is not even hers.”

“Not hers? How can you get someone else’s blood in your nose?” Peter frowned at the man’s words and jumped when the woman suddenly opened her eyes.

The woman blinked up at the ceiling, and then abruptly sat up and hissed, holding her head in her hand. Frank and Peter watched her in silence as if as soon as they make a noise they’ll scare her like a frightened deer.

“Where- Where am I?” She hissed, looking around the room frantically, cheeks flushed with the fever and eyes watering with the onslaught of light.

“You’re in my house, remember me? Frank?” Frank spoke as gently as possible while Peter watched her with wide eyes.

The woman frowned in confusion before realisation finally dawned on her, “I remember you. You’re the guy who- who- ” She approached Frank and sniffed the air around him, eyes glancing down at the blood on his shirt.

“You didn’t kill them.” She said with surprise.

Frank didn’t know what to say so he looked at Peter, who was even more confused and slightly scared than he was.

The strange woman stood up but her legs immediately wobbled and she almost fell face first but Peter luckily grabbed her.

“Take it slow, Bambi.” Frank scolded, hands hovering in the air.

However, the woman didn’t seem like she heard Frank and was looking up at Peter with wide eyes.

“You smell really nice.” She pointed out.

“What?”

The woman stood up straight, well, as much as she could while using the couch as support.

“Uhm, sorry about that. I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” She quickly said, scratching her neck and breathing deeply.

“Look, you’re still drunk so sit down.” Frank sighed and stood up to drag her to sit down or she’ll fall, crack her head open and die in his living room.

“I’m not drunk.” She fiercely hissed at him and Frank’s eyes widened when he saw two unnaturally sharp canines glinting between her pink glossy lips.

“I think I’ve got a lethal dose of drugs in my system.” She muttered, scratching her neck and walking around the living room on still wobbly legs, looking for something to drink.

“Lethal dose of- Frank, we have to go to the hospital right now.” Peter said mildly terrified and very concerned.

“No! I don’t need to go to the hospital!” She shouted, whipping her head towards the two frozen men.

“You’re going to die.” Frank said.

“No, I won’t. Just tell me where’s your fridge.” She said.

“How are you so sure it’s not going to kill you? You can’t even walk straight.” Frank frowned and got up, walking over to his kitchen while Peter just stood there, gawking at her and the fangs he saw a couple of seconds ago.

“You haven’t figured it out yet? I’m a vampire, a type of mutant.” She said, bringing her fingers to pull her lip up and expose sharp canines.

Frank’s eyes widened and she scoffed, “Don’t look at me like that, he’s a mutant as well, this shouldn’t be news to you.”

She walked up to him and nudged him to the side and started rummaging through the fridge.

“How did you?-” Peter looked mortified but also incredibly intrigued at the same time.

“Smelled you.” She quickly answered before completely inhaling a beer bottle seconds.

Frank watched her drink all of the beers in his fridge, one after the other without breaks to even breathe. When she drank all of them, she closed the fridge and held Frank by the shoulder, “Sorry about your beers, but gotta flush the drugs out of my system somehow.”

“Who are you?” Peter managed to finally ask.

The woman looked at him and then glanced back at Frank’s perplexed face, “You can call me Bambi, for now.”

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pochipop · 2 years

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＃ MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — ASKING THEM TO SLOW DANCE AT THE PARTY (2).

#. synopsis! — you ask them to slow dance at the official rfa party .

#. characters! —saeyoung (707) , saeran (ray) , jihyun (v) .

#. warnings! — none .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

When the song changes to one with a smoother tempo and the lights in the party hall dim quite a bit, there's a notable shift in the general mood. Saeyoung seems relaxed for the first time, as if he's finally come to the conclusion that he's under no obligation to make himself miserable all the time to repay for sins he never willingly committed. To your slight embarrassment, he catches you staring up at him, admiring the way his glasses reflect the soft, yellow lights and the way his brightly colored hair curls ever so slightly at the tips.

You can't see it at the moment, but you have a feeling he's blushing. A bashful smile tugs at his lips, though he does his best to stifle it.

". . . Would you like to dance?" You ask, —pulling something out of nowhere in order to simmer both of your high-strung emotions down.

Saeyoung seems a bit taken aback by the request at first, but doesn't appear to be off-put by it. If he were to mask his feelings and revert back to the man you met in the chatroom originally, he'd have done some silly dance move in hopes of making you laugh. If he were to revert to being Luciel, the boy with too many emotions built up inside of him to count, he'd have denied you the opportunity to have even asked that comfortably in the first place.

But this, —this is Saeyoung. A little bit of Seven, a little bit of Luciel. Someone with layers and intricate parts. Someone strong-willed, but also someone sensitive. Someone painfully insecure at times who has sought strength in your light, and within his own.

"Sure," he gives you a gentle smile, offering his hand to you, "let's dance."

This is his equilibrium.

He has two left feet and it's obvious, but you don't mention it, and he knows you don't really care in the first place. You didn't ask to dance with him in order to put on any kind of spectacular performance. . . You asked to dance with him because it felt right, and you wanted him to pull you closer.

And you certainly got your wish. Your head is resting along his shoulder and his hands are hooked under your arms, fingers curving around your shoulders. You can feel the way he breathes, soft and slow in this moment with you, his heart beating a little quicker than it normally would. He smells of cologne with a tinge of sweetness, likely from his favorite snack. His scent is comforting, and it completely wipes away any lingering worries about what anyone else thinks of you being here with him.

Saeyoung is so warm.

Like beaming sunlight after a night of torrential storms. Like a steaming cup of hot chocolate on a freezing winter’s day.

"I'm still having a hard time believing that all of this isn't a dream," he admits, voice softer than you've ever heard it before. "Out of all the people in the world. . . Out of all the people in the RFA. . . I just can't believe you picked me."

"I do care about everyone in the RFA, of course," you acknowledge, "but with you, it's just different. You're the only person I've ever met that's made me feel like this."

The only person I've ever met that's made my heart race quite this horribly; as if my chest is in hyperdrive. The only person that's ever yearned to accept me for all the things I am and will never prove to be.

His grip softens a bit on your shoulders, as if realizing that he doesn’t need to keep you locked in his embrace. You’d come to it willingly. . . You’ll seek him not out of obligation, not because you want him for something he’d be hard pressed to give. But simply because you love him, and you care. . . And that’s all Saeyoung could ever ask for.

＃ SAERAN (RAY) !! ♡

Saeran doesn’t seem fond of the idea at first. When you ask, his nose scrunches up a little, as if reflexively disgusted by the thought of it. But before he denies your request, he takes a moment to ponder on the prospect. He does love you, and of that he’s sure, but being touched, being loved, accepting adoration and affection. . . Yeah, those things haven’t quite been settled yet. Far from it, in fact. But the waver in his pale mint irises assures you that he’s not opposed to the idea of dancing with you in particular. No, it’s not that at all.

It’s just the idea of being so close to someone, letting someone else see him in a position that could even be so much as interpreted as vulnerable, is a hard scenario to swallow.

“Sorry,” you apologize softly, voice barely above a whisper, “maybe I shouldn’t have asked right now.”

He pauses, lips parting ever so slightly as if he has something to say but isn’t sure what that something is just yet. After a few seconds pass, he utters: “No, no. . . It’s not that.”

Saeran pauses again, searching for the proper way to turn his thoughts and feelings into words that you can understand. In times like these, he wishes you could just slither in through his ear and live inside his brain; hear all his thoughts instead of him having to try and water them down and push out to relay them to you coherently. There are also times where he wishes you could just crawl inside him, rest between his ribs and listen to the beat of his heart; —the one that hammers away for you.

“I’d like to,” he concludes, tacking on: “but let's stay over here in the corner.”

You nod. After all, it’s not like you’d asked to dance with him to show him off to everyone at the party. You really don’t feel as if you need to prove anything at all to anyone else. As long as Saeran knows you care for him and would hold his hand through the fiery pits of hell, you really don’t care who else supports or believes in your relationship. They aren’t the ones that matter here.

When his arms encircle your waist, a smile tugs uncontrollably at your lips. Saeran actively avoids eye contact, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of it. You don’t try to force it for the sake of some picture-perfect romance movie moment. Nothing displayed up on a silver screen could ever compare to the reality of this; —Saeran’s sloppy footwork, awkward hands, and the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

“You’re so gentle,” you mumble quietly, so much so that it almost slips him by.

He’s a bit confused by that. Out of all the ways you could describe him, gentle doesn’t seem to be one he’s ever felt accurately depicted him. Weak might be better, in his opinion. . . Foolish, gullible, —fragile, even.

But he knows you’re not insulting him. You’re pointing out something you love about him. Something he himself hates. Although, it's hard to hate that side of himself when you seem to love it so fondly. It’s hard to hate any side of himself when he’s with you.

Saeran doesn’t say much in the time between the first and second slow songs of the night. His silence is steeped in comfort, —the kind that he’s never felt before. As time all but stands still for the both of you, he gradually allows himself to get closer, allows his walls to come down little by little. Still not much one for direct eye contact in moments like these, Saeran closes his eyes when he rests his forehead gingerly against your own.

“I love you,” you tell him tentatively.

He says nothing in response, —but he doesn’t need to. The way his grip tightens against your upper hip says it all.

＃ JIHYUN (V) !! ♡

Jihyun is by no means a stranger to slow dancing. Though he’s far from an expert, he likes to think he knows his way around a few basic steps well enough to not completely embarrass himself. So, when you ask him to dance with you at the party, he has no reason in particular to deny you. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous about it, though.

His hands know well to mind the appropriate distance between certain areas of your body, and Jihyun spares no exception in being sure you’re as comfortable as can be. He’s so light-handed you even have to reassure him that he’s allowed to be firm and expressive.

“You don’t need to keep your distance,” you say, “—if it’s for my sake, I appreciate the thought, but it’s really not necessary.”

He swallows, but his palm readjusts to lay flat against the curve of your side. Jihyun is many things, and gentle is one of them. Both because it seems to simply be in his nature, and because he worries often that pressing too roughly against things he deeply cares for will render him alone, lost at sea once again. And if he lost you after everything it’s taken for him to be able to call you his, he’s not sure what he’d do with himself in the wake of it.

“I want to be close to you,” you add, “—if that’s what you want too, of course.”

“It is,” Jihyun quickly assures you, “so much so that it pulls at my heart until I’m not sure I can even stand it anymore.”

Of all people, Jihyun knows what it’s like to love, to give it all, and to be left with nothing in return. While he once hollowed himself out for the sake of someone who couldn’t love anyone more than her own shadow, —you are eons different in the best, most positive ways.

In a way, Jihyun feels as if this closeness depollutes him, and makes him cleaner by the second.

As if everything has settled around him for the first time in what feels like forever, and he no longer has to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders alone. . . Because you’re there to uphold it with him.

The soft, sweet, melodic song playing throughout the party hall continues on, and as it does, Jihyun finds himself naturally relaxing into your warmth until one hand is planted firmly along your side and the other has laced your fingers with his. Your heart melts with every humble brush of his fingertips. As you rest your head near the crook of his neck, you can smell his expensive cologne. It’s warm-toned and almost soothing in nature, —a gift from Jumin, no doubt.

“I prefer simple things like this more than anything,” Jihyun confesses. “I’ve never been one for fancy restaurants or designer shops. I like this much better. . . The two of us sharing a moment together, and that being good enough.”

“More than anything, I just like to see you happy,” you mumble in reply.

And it’s true. Nothing in the world beats the heart-fluttering feeling that Jihyun’s smile invokes from you.

“It’s easier to be happy when you’re here,” he answers. “There’s no pressure, no expectations. . . You’re not looking to gain anything from me. You’ve seen every inch of my soul, have borne witness to all my sins, and yet here you are. . . Loving me. Holding me. . . As if I genuinely deserve it, even though I don’t.”

“You do deserve it, Jihyun,” you whisper.

And I’ll be right here by your side until you believe it yourself.

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(SORRY I'VE BEEN DEAD! Also i just realized I never see content for Dez and Ed. Like they have a sibling like relationship (even tho they're cousins), and they're supposedly really close in Canon! But I never saw anything for them, and I decided that needed to be fixed. SO! Here ya go!)

Again, her dad was in the hospital again. It had gotten to where he was there more than home, and that was scary and awful in its own right. But now, because of the sudden dip in his health. He can't take her to their yearly concert! They've gone to one every year since she was four, and it was her favorite part of the summer. They'd already bought their tickets and everything... and then he started getting sick again. Bad enough to land him in the hospital two days before they were supposed to leave... Dez was angry, to say the least. NOT at her dad. She knew better than anyone that the last thing the man ever wanted was to break his little girl's heart. She was mad at life for making this happen. Mad at the cancer for making her poor dad so sick and weak. He didn't deserve this. She felt so lost, so out of control. She didn't know what to do, she had to do something. She was SO tired of feeling powerless. She didn't even think about it as she grabbed the scissors from the counter.

Horror, she felt true horror as she looked in the mirror. Her hair, her pretty hair, was all over the floor and the sink. Oh god, what had she done... her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground, scissors long abandoned on the counter as she cried and wiped at her face. Her eyes were sore, and her throat was raw. She wanted her dad, but he was not there. And someday, probably soon, he'd never be there again, and that thought just made her cry harder. Dez was an independent person generally. She didn't like being genuinely reliant on anyone, but right now, she'd throw her pride aside for some comfort. Her head shot up at the sound of the almost totally open door, creaking the rest of the way open and a startled gasp following it. Someone stood in the doorway, eyes wide, and God did that make her crumble even further. But this time, there were arms wrapping around her, pulling her close and nails, raking through what remained of her hair. She buried her face into their chest and just let herself cry. She cried and cried until she couldn't seem to muster any more tears.

"Dez..." Ed's quiet response came after a moment or two of prolonged silence. "Desiree, talk to me." he insisted when he got nothing but a sniffle in response, pulling her back by the shoulders to get a good look at her. He frowned a bit and brushed some hair off of her cheek. "I..." She choked out. "Oh god, what did I do... my hair..." She sniffled, trying not to cry again. "Hey, hey..." he hushed "Cmon tell me what's up." he reminded as he pulled her with him to rest against the sink cabnit. Still supporting her with an arm around the shoulder. "I... Dad is sick again." She whispered, and he seemed to understand almost immediately. "Yeah..he is..." he nodded solemly.

"I miss him.." She added, closing her eyes and resting against the strong weight beside her. "I know ya do... he misses ya, too." he reminded, and she couldn't help but smile sadly at that. "He's not coming home anytime soon... and this week was.. supposed to be our concert week." She struggled to get her words out with that feeling bubbling up in her throat again. The feeling that everything was falling apart, Edward just squeezed her shoulder in response. "Yeah Tiá was talking about that earlier this week... you guys go every year..."

"Yeah... and now we can't... " she choked harshly but pushed on. "I know it's dumb. I know he can't help it. It's not that big a deal it just.. it kinda made me realize that there's a good chance that we won't get to do a lot of stuff together, and I don't know... I just cracked, and now my hair is a mess, and I'm a mess.. everything's a mess..." She wiped at her eyes furiously as she spoke. "That's alright." He seemed to have decided. "It's okay to be a little bit of a mess sometimes..." And Dez briefly caught herself thinking about how Ed should probably take that sentiment to heart as well. "And I wouldn't say your hair is a mess..." he laughed a little, moving a bit to get a better look. "it's a bit choppy, yeah... but I don't think it looks bad on ya!" she seemed rather skeptical as she glanced up at the older boy. "Really?"

"Yeah! Just needs a bit of touch up, here..." he insisted, pulling her up and directing her to the mirror as he grabbed the scissors that had been discarded on the counter and immediately started cutting away. "Hey!" she tensed a bit, "Just trust me, Dez." he sighed with a roll of his eyes, and soon he set them back down. "See..?" she was a bit scared to look up at first but slowly she opened her eyes (which she hadn't really registered squeezing shut until now) and... he was right... it wasn't awful. "It'll take a little gettin used to, it is a big change." he hummed, fluffing her hair up a bit to check the length. "But I think you might end up liking it... and if you don't... it's just hair. It'll grow back."

She wasn't sure how to feel, standing there with a boy she'd for some reason expected to be mean when first meeting him.. it was a funny thought now. She stood there studying his work, his hands resting comfortingly on her shoulder... She didn't know how to feel, but another gentle squeeze cleared her mind. "Hey..." his voice was soft. "It'll be okay... I know it doesn't feel like it right now... everything's a bit hectic, and it's hard to see it, but... You'll be okay." And somehow, when Edward said it, it sounded a lot more believable. She couldn't help but feel better with the reminder that even when her Dad was gone. Ed would still be there... he was always there... whether she wanted or not... "Hey Eddie?" She whispered after another long pause. Ed had already gotten to cleaning up the mess she'd made. He seemed to do that a lot... "Yeah?" He hummed, not looking up from his task of sweeping up hair. "Would you wanna go to a concert this weekend?" He seemed a bit confused for a moment, but the confusion was short-lived, and he seemed to understand. He smiled fondly to himself and nodded.

"Yeah, I would."

Dez had a feeling that she'd be okay...

#ibvs #ibvs posts #isaac beamer versus the supernatural #edward quinton #dez gonzalez #Its never stated what exactly is wrong with Dez's dad from what i recall #but anytime i think of a sick parent my brain immediately goes to cancer #so thats what i went with #i love them dearly!

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sorencd · 4 months

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hellooo can you write a fic about todd comforting reader after a fight w her parents please? thank youu

ARMS TONITE— i fellll in your arms toniighhtt

todd x reader drabble , idk how long this is , angst/fluff , im like so sorry this took so long tho lol

todd was always the person you’d run to when you know you couldn’t keep the tears in anymore. sometimes, when you’re having a bad day, a hug from him was all it took for you to have a smile on your face again. a gentle squeeze of reassurance from him was all you needed to gain a bit more confidence in whatever problem you were facing. his glance, always full of love, was all you needed to get throughout the day.

and today, you needed all of it at once. your hands, resting behind his back, squeezed and gripped his sweater as you poured your heart out. tears that had sorrow and disdain laced in them fell on the soft fabric beneath your chin, painting it with wet patches, but it was never a problem for todd.

“i just don’t understand, n-no matter how many times i tell them i’m not comfortable yet when it comes to talking to them about how i feel, they always take it as a sign to be offended?” you furrowed your eyebrows, furiously wiping your tears away in a moment of anger.

“they’re just so… hard sometimes, but i love them so much, i love them too much. i love them to the point that they could scream at me like i’m some annoying bothersome street dog and i’d still look at them with love.”

now you were full on crying, snot and everything. and todd just held you, in his arms, in his warm comfort, just being there for you. he understood where you were coming from. and he wanted you to know he’s there, listening. he rubbed circles on your back and gave you time to speak your mind, todd knew how much unsaid feelings and emotions you were bottling up.

“and it always hurts. that every time i have to conform to what they said and agree that they’re right. and they have this… talent. the ability to move on like it was nothing to them so i’m forced to just do the same. it’s tiring, you know?”

your voice was so small, barely even above a whisper. you were amazed at yourself for being able to form a coherent sentence with your choked sobs. and it hurt todd. it pained him— seeing you cry, seeing your face so full of dejection, cheeks all red and tear-stained, eyes puffy from relentlessly crying and a vice-grip on his back.

“yeah… parents are sometimes too much. i-i sometimes too just wanna run away from it all, not have some dumb responsibility looming behind me or-or when i’m mad at them too for getting shouted at because of the littlest things. i understand where you’re coming from, (y/n).”

you parted from where your face hid on the crook of his neck begrudgingly and rubbed the back of your hand against your eye, trying to wipe off the tears as todd pushed away and stray hair that was blocking your vision.

“thanks for listening, todd.”

“of course, i’ll always listen, i’ll sound like a broken record at this point, but i’m so glad that i’m one of the trusted people you tell all of this to-“

“the only person i tell all of this to.”

he softly laughed, “the only person you tell all of this to, and i just want you to know, i’ll always be here for you, okay? even if i’m… fighting off charlie or on the other side of the world, i’ll always find a way to be here, to wipe your face dry and make you smile.”

“you’re really so sappy sometimes. will you ever not be?”

“i love you too, (y/n).”

#todd anderson x reader #todd anderson #dead poets society x reader

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loganlostitall · 9 months

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Talking to the Moon

Rating: 13+

Word count: Just under 3.5k

Characters: Judith Grimes, Negan Smith (NOT A SHIP!!!!!!); mentions of Carl, Rick, Michonne, Carol, Enid, and R.J.

Setting: Alexandria, post 6 year jump

Content Warnings: sibling grief, talks of death, a little bit of suicidal ideation in here too I think, vulgarity, light talk of typical TWD violence, just lots of sad. Sorry. Fluffy ending tho!

Summary: Judith is getting older, and it’s not fair that Carl isn’t.

Author’s Note: Okaaayy so I really did not want the first piece I published on here to be an angsty vent but life kinda decided to bodyslam me (as usual) so anyways have this lol. I spent all day yesterday writing this in between crying fits and I’m only finishing it now.. oopsie whoopsies. A little context I guess, my older brother was shot and killed 5 years ago, and in 5 years I will be older than he got to be. That’s heavily implemented in here, as well as just the majority of Judith’s dialogue being my own thoughts/feelings. Sometimes it just hits you again, man. My therapist likes me to write it out 🤷🏻 I’m workin on other stuff that isn’t like this so pls bear w me y’all 😭🙏🏽

Beta’d by @murdadixon as alwayysss

Midnight marked her 10th birthday.

She liked to keep track of time in intervals of five. R.J. was currently an interval of 5. He died at an interval of five. She was reaching an interval of 5 herself, right now. In a demi-decade, she would encounter the age he’d never passed; and in a decade, she would be 5 years older than he’d ever be. Five felt significant, and she did not—she simply felt like her brother’s stand-in.

Judith sat on the edge of the wooden boardwalk with her legs drawn up to her chest and both arms wrapped around her knees, chin rested atop them, and stared blankly at the water source before her. Tried to mimic its stillness. But she disrupted it, instead, because the tears swimming in her brown eyes splattered down and sent ripples coursing across the surface, growing larger the further they fanned out and expanded.

That was, similarly, how missing Carl felt. At the start, it was a heavy impact, it obliterated the calmness, and as the years blazed past, it got further away and yet simultaneously… bigger. How could something shrink and grow? How could she grow, every day; and yet consistently feel as if she were being pushed back, made smaller? Small enough to be back in his arms again, like before, like that final night she knew him.

She would appreciate his last words this time. She would wrangle her brain up into her juvenile hands and pin it down to carve them over the top of her damn hippocampus to keep them there; even if it did mean her blood got everywhere, even if it meant she lost all the rest of her cognitive function. Truthfully, she did not want to function this way. Being medically brain dead would be a graciousness. Or maybe just being bit.

Feeling the fever Carl did would unite them in a way.

The panels beside her creaked recognizably, a familiar gait and stride, and Judith’s fingers twitched to move instinctively for a gun she knew she wouldn’t brandish. The scuffed tips of two large black boots entered her peripheral vision but she did not turn her gaze.

“Hey there, Miss Grimes.”

Negan sat in a loose mirror of Judith’s position—he struggled with holding his legs in exactly the same manner and had to improvise considerably. He got himself comfortable with his legs toward his chest but with a short gap between his thighs, toes pointing outward instead of inward as Judith’s were, and both forearms crossed above his knees to lie his head upon.

“Don’t really like water, kid, but I’m diving in there after ya if you jump, so please don’t, alright? For me?”

The preteen wiped her right cheek against her bicep and tilted her head to rest the left cheek against the adjacent knee and look at her guest. Her eyes weren’t really seeing him, but she was trying to acknowledge the fact that he’d joined her. “How’d you get out?”

He ignored that she ignored his question and instead plastered on the usual grin, even if the edges were heavy and worn down, and lifted a finger to his smile.

Shhhh, it’s a secret. It went without saying.

“I should shoot you. I brought my gun,” she pestered, poking a bear with a stick. Only, this bear was a puppy. And the humor behind the words didn’t reach her tone.

He decided not to address her monotony.

“Mmhmm. Right.”

“I would.”

“I know,” he grinned again, more genuinely, and his side administered a dull throb almost out of nostalgia. She had, in fact, shot him. He wouldn’t challenge that.

There were only a few moments that went without speech. Judith found herself gazing ahead again, tapping her right cowgirl boot without tempo because it was simply to alleviate the odd, incessant gnawing in her gut that screamed to bounce her leg, or else.

“Why don’t I get to have a word?” she blurted out, albeit quietly, almost unaware that Negan could not read her mind and was clueless to what she really meant. The man hummed questioningly as if to say ‘continue,’ and Judith finished verbalizing the thought. “I mean… mom’s a widow, and you’re a widower. Enid is an orphan. Aunt Carol is a v- vi..lo..mah, she lost her daughter Sophia.” The young girl struggled on the pronunciation momentarily before returning to the point. “But what am I? Just… a kid who lost a brother? Don’t I deserve a word? Doesn’t Carl? I think he deserves more than one. I would give him them all.”

In truth, Negan would not have heard the second half of her statement had they not been knee-to-knee. Even from only having a view of the profile of her face, he could tell that she was fighting back the need to cry. The intensity with which she swallowed, the twitch of the corners of her frown, her small nostrils flaring. She was probably also avoiding allowing her voice to crack.

Kids don’t ever deserve to feel this way. Adults can hardly even cope with loss. He’d seen it sometimes before, the occasional teen with swollen eyes and dark circles wordlessly offering him a slip with a small, rectangular obituary card stapled to the top left corner to excuse a few days of absence after the passing of a parent, guardian, or otherwise crucial family member. And similar to now, he truly tried his best… when it came to situations like that. It was hard—shit, it still is hard, but after eventually grasping that what most of them wanted was to just be heard (and not to be told that a kick-ass exercise routine could distract a weak mind, or about how being a pussy didn’t get you pussy), he’d take his attendance and approach again with a juniors mitt and baseball to throw at the wall and catch while they cried, screamed, shook, even dissociated some of them. He’d never been a great man, or honestly even a kind teacher; Savior Negan essentially just carried on acting as he had before Lucille’s confrontation, diagnosis, and passing; but the kids who saw through him loved him. When the rest loathed to hear ‘Mr. Smith,’ though no one was to blame for that but himself. To the damaged kids, the whole façade of coolness he tried to upkeep around his classes was utter horseshit because they found him badass when he let them bitch about things without taking to the nearest phone as a mandatory reporter.

Judith was, arguably, the most mature ten year old with significant trauma that he’d ever sat with. Children that young hadn’t been his area of work, really, but there were a handful of times one of his high school students had to drag along a little sibling because they’d emancipated after the death of the only responsible parent, were granted custody of the kid, and the younger had a day off. Other stories, heavily similar or drastically different, with the same outcome. Judith was more put together than half of the seniors that had dished their shit out on him. In a strictly militant world and with no empire turning to him for guidance, there was no excuse to be assertive around her age bracket. He would tell her she was strong, that she was an Amazon warrior who could brave anything and then have to explain Wonder Woman comics, but the probability was massive that she could only grasp some variation of control over herself in these heavy moments because life now held a sickening promise that anything could be marred with a streak of blood. That you have to always be ready to mourn.

So fucked up.

His prior internal assessment to remain silent and give her more time to process her feelings into words proved correct when Judith turned her head back in his direction again with more to express to him.

“Dad isn’t here anymore to tell me what Carl was like at my age. Or tell me stories about before everything got bad. And mom wasn’t around for all that stuff. But even if she was, I- I hate always hearing about him from other people. About how they won’t ever get to see him grow up. Why does everyone else get to remember my brother? Why doesn’t anybody care that I gotta know he’s not watching me grow up anymore? I want to remember Carl on my own, but I was too little!” Her delicate voice shattered beneath the weight of her last sentence, and the way her eyebrows were flying into all different angles on her face betrayed that her developing mind didn’t know what to do with the guilt that ignited furiously behind her ribs for seemingly such a selfish notion. It was a vicious fact that Judith almost never understood what she was feeling, not acutely.

But, she trusted Negan. He’d told her things that no one else had cared to let her know. About Abraham. About Glenn. About Sasha, Denise, uncle Daryl. Everyone she loved had been damaged by him in some way, but… they’d all together affected him, too.

Maybe he changed. Or maybe he’d been keeping this Negan safe. Whatever the case, here he was, out of his cell, not even allowing his knee to bump her own.

This man had killed people? He was the kindest one here to her. Especially when it came to stuff like this. Other Alexandrians always dismissed her; she didn’t have any “adult” problems worth sparing their time for. How could the big bad wolf be so tame?

Judith wiped both of her eyes and straightened her left leg out halfway. “If… if Carl hadn’t got bit, what do you think things would be like now?”

And that question certainly beckoned an answer. He had been allowing her to talk as much as she felt necessary tonight, content to simply sit quietly and be an ear for the little girl as she often was for him. His skull would have been split open on one of those prison walls years ago had it not been for his little window and Judith’s spark of rebellious humanity.

Negan responded honestly, as was always the case with her. “I woulda killed every last one of these dickwipes, and brought you and Carl back to the Sanctuary with me. I don’t kill kids. But I don’t think your brother would have been too crazy about that. Nah, with those titanium balls of his, he would have taken me down, torn all of my people apart limb from fuckin’ limb. Yeah…,” he peered down at Judith, who was just watching him with her elbow on her extended knee and her cheek rested on her palm. No signs of distress. He continued on. “Yeah, Prick thought he was a badass, but Carl? Well, he was the real badass. Anybody could’a killed me, my bet was on him. Catch me off guard, I wouldn’t have fought back. I think he would have stocked one of my big ass trucks with everything he needed and taken off with you knowing he won. But he also would have lost everything.”

Now, Judith’s energy had shifted back into that murky cloud it had resembled before. Not entirely, but to a noticeable degree. Negan cursed under his breath.

“Did I scare you talking abou-”

“You think Carl would have raised me all on his own? You really think he would have done that?”

“Oh, I know it,” Negan nodded adamantly, without aggressive urgency, and chipped a piece of plastic from the aglet of his shoelace to chuck into the water. “Carl loved you more than anyone else, I think.”

A brittle, cracked sob drew his attention immediately to the little girl beside him, left hand reaching out to comfort on instinct and then hovering uselessly between them. Judith gave her permission with action instead of words; turning her legs off to the side to be able to roll onto her right hip and notch herself against Negan’s side. She rested her head against his knee and old tears from her cheek seeped through the thin material of his jumper. The previously awkward arm dropped around her own and he settled for hanging his hand at an outward angle away from her body. He’d comfort the kid but any one of the adults here would send Michonne into a goddamned stroke by reporting that he’d made an attempt against her daughter's life by, say, scratching the back of her head. Some asinine bullshit. He wouldn’t risk it, and not because of himself. No, he’s a big boy and can handle his own conflicts. But Judith would get in so much unnecessary trouble.

After taking a minute to gather herself, Judith whispered, “I think I would have liked that better.”

“…What, Carl taking care of ya?” He queried. “Y’know that means you wouldn’t have your mom, or dad, or-”

“Mommies and daddies die before their kids do, or they’re supposed to. Siblings are- they’re supposed to be there the whole time you grow up, and after. You’re supposed to live your life together. And they’re not supposed to die before you mom and dad do.”

“Kid-”

“I want Carl. I’d give up anyone here to get him back.”

It proved remarkably difficult given how much taller he was than her, but Negan managed to make do. He tilted his neck to a sideways angle and rested his head on top of hers whilst fishing through his right pocket.

Judith peeked up at him. “What’re you doing? Are you gonna stab me for making you sad? I’ve still got my-”

“No. Don’t be nosey,” he goaded and even ventured so far as to stick his tongue out and wrinkle his nose. Her head dropped back down to his leg just as quickly as it rose, and Negan’s fingers closed around the surprise.

“Sounds like a candy wrapper…,” she mumbled, still too lost in her own head and the darkness residing.

Two bright blue pouches withdrew from his pocket, and his brown eyes traveled skyward. “Moon’s right above our heads now. Means it’s midnight. I got ya a gift.”

A second, smaller pair of brown irises gazed upon the same sky, and her bottom lip began to give way into trembles again so Negan damn near shoved the quite literally sweet present directly in front of her face.

Judith blinked, eyes focusing on the text in front of them that stood out violently against the package design. “What’s ‘Razzles?’” A small hand accepted the curious, but still exciting new treat, and read the yellow script surrounding the name at the top and bottom. “‘First it’s candy, then it’s gum’? What’s gum?”

Negan had already ripped his open. “You’re about to give me one fat ass kiss, Miss Grimes,” he mused delicately, tossing three colorful disks into his mouth.

His much younger counterpart followed suit, unsure of how to react while the candy crunched before a scintillating smile broke out across her face and two more pieces joined the first. “Where’d you get these?”

“…Okay, don’t laugh,” he deadpanned, and couldn’t help but smirk when Judith narrowed her eyes at him and raised an accusatory eyebrow, still blissfully chewing away. “I’ve gotta secret admirer.” He drew his shoulders up into a loose shrug, threw his hands out in a ‘surprise!’ gesture and dropped his mouth open to an overly enthused smile as the preteen choked on gum.

“WHAT?!? What do you mean?! Tell me, tell me!”

He wouldn’t comment on how much tension finally dissipated from his body and mind at the eager enthusiasm on Judith’s face. This had all been so… glum. “Don’t know, but they slip me goodies through the bars on the window. I asked Father Freaky for some paper to draw, keep my mind busy y’know, and left a note up there requesting a special birthday gift for my best friend. They got dropped in this morning.”

“So, someone here in Alexandria?” she asked, munching her way through her bag of sweets. There was a twinkle in her eyes, finally, so he’d entertain it.

He shrugged idly. “I’d assume so. I’ve got my fingers crossed there’s some freaky deaky coming my way!!”

“Oh, ew. There it is, you ruined this whole thing.” Judith pushed on the side of his knee with both hands to amass enough force to actually shove his leg over.

“Damn. This whole thing, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, her mouth now so full of chewed up gray gum that speaking proved difficult.

Negan chomped down on a considerable number of candies all at once and reached for Judith’s own pack of Razzles. “Alright, I’ll just take this then, since I fucked up your birthday and all.” A deep, rumbling laugh burst forth from up out of his chest when the ten year old shouted ‘NO!!!’ and a huge wad of gum rolled out of her mouth to plink into the water and bob along to float elsewhere. The pout her bottom lip garnished was impressive and Negan glanced around to the houses in the distance behind them, all of the windows being dark with the quiet insinuation of sleep, to ensure the absence of scrutinizing eyes before taking one of Judith’s hands into his own to unload half the contents of his own candy until her palm was overflowing and a few stray pieces thumped down against the wood. Negan administered the 5 second rule with a quickness and claimed them for himself.

“Thanks,” she chimed faintly, and set about organizing the surplus of thin, cylindrical candies into separate groups of yellow, purple, orange, pink, and blue.

Negan tucked his hand back to his side and pointedly did not give any attention to the prominent droop Judith’s shoulders adopted afterward. He wondered fleetingly if anyone in town ever just… gave the kid a hug. “Ah, don’t worry about it. Really. It’s not like I went out and found these myself.” He pointed one of his own bits of candy at her and added, “Well, you can always just find my paramour and thank them yourself.”

She tilted her head back against his arm to smile up at him. “You just want me to get you deets. You have a crush on this person already, uncle Negan?”

“I’ll love anybody who gives me attention at this point,” he shrugged again, tone steady despite the admission. “Aren’t I hopelessly in love with you, Miss Grimes?”

Her braid swung and the sheriff’s hat far too oversized for her head shifted slightly out of place when she nodded. She tucked the intertwined strands of hair behind her ear after they fell into her face and tickled her nose. “I never hear mom say that she loves me.”

“Ah, she does.” He tapped a finger against his temple once he knew Judith was looking at him and would see it. “She’s got a lot going on up here. But I bet if you went up to Mich and told her first, she’d say it back.”

The young girl nodded again, though this motion was a simple, stiff jerk and only once. Drastically unlike the one he’d earned for himself just moments prior. Judith didn’t believe that Michonne really loved her, but she could easily surmise that he did. “Love you, too,” she murmured and a hefty sigh followed closely behind. Judith tapped the toes of her boots against the boardwalk and followed Negan’s offered instruction to bravely attempt blowing her first bubble. It snapped into a sticky disaster on her lips. The pair fell into a comfortable, innocent, expectationless silence. Negan eventually polished off the last of his candy and crumpled the wrapper up to tuck away into the pocket he retrieved it from, along with Judith’s once she’d finished her own. She was, reasonably, exhausted, and it didn’t take long for him to realize that Judith had drifted off leaning against him.

Next thing he knew, the clouds were graying and little hands were nudging his arm, accompanied by a sleep-slurred voice telling him to wake up. His legs were numb from having remained in the same seated position for what had to be at least a couple hours, but Negan still managed to get himself up into his feet and follow her along as she led the way to his cell. A sheepish smile and tired shrug was all he could muster when her eyes lingered on the lock and bobby-pin discarded haphazardly in the middle of the concrete. He took his place on his cot and watched the child close the bars behind him and slide the lock back into place.

Judith turned from him to walk away, but threw a drowsy smile over her shoulder and waved. And pointless as it was, he spoke after she’d left and her shadow had already passed by his solitary window.

“Happy birthday, kid.”

I think I get attached to characters like Negan who are dangerous and have soft hearts because that’s exactly what my brother was like.

I miss my Carl ❤️‍🩹

This is my first time writing for TWD, and the first work I’m posting in over 2 years, so I hope it’s good for y’all 🥺

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My evil dad

Summary: You’re Eddies pregnant girlfriend during season 4 of stranger things. Eddie is not gonna die at the end tho!

a/n: I just came up with this idea a week ago so now I started writing it! (If you find any type of faults or anything else please mention!)

warnings: fluff, hospital, blood mentioned, a little angst (mention when I forgot something 🛐)

Chapter 10 ~ happy end

It was early when Alice decided to cry, you got up and walk over to her crib, she’s probably hungry. It’s been two days after your boyfriend got in the hospital. “Are you hungry baby.?” You talk silent, still being really sad from what happened two days ago. (obvious). You pick Alice up and lay on your bed again. “Let’s feed you then” you take your shirt off being naked, well ofcourse you had still your panties and shorts on. Your mom probably heard you so she knocks on the door.

“Come in” you look up, hoping it’s Eddie ofcourse, hoping it was all a nightmare and it’s just a normal day like you had before..

“hey, made breakfast” your mom smiles and walks over to the bed. “How are you feeling?”

You give her a lil smile back taking the plate “tired and sad..”

“I can understand..” your mom sat down next to you. “The hospital called 10 minutes ago… he had gotten a room, he’s in a coma..not sure how long that will take, and they stitched the wounds, he’s not bleeding anymore, if that boy survive this it’s a wonder”

“Im already happy he’s alive, had Wayne visited him yet?”

“yes he’s been there the whole time…” your mom cleared her throat “I would be happy to tell you can wait with him in the room until he wakes up… but only Alice can, we are not family…” she sighs.

“How can people be like that…”

“Can’t tell you.. but if you want to we can go there to see Wayne and maybe drink something there?”

“what time?” You look down at Alice listening to you two talk.

“Lets say around 4? So you can sleep longer? I will watch the little one for you so that from won’t wake you up”

“Fine by me” you nod and take a bite of the cereal your mom got for you.

“And…” she looks down “don’t be mad, or worry about anything, but your dad and I broke up, he’s gonna look for another house… but we’ll, we didn’t want Alice growing up in the same situation as you did..” she kisses your head.

“does he still wanna have contact with me.?”you look up, you already saw this coming, it doesn’t even surprise you, your parents probably didn’t even loved each other since you were born, you growed up in fights.

“ofcourse” he’s gonna talk with you sometime about it.

“Okay” you nod.

—

You came out of the shower and put on the clothes you picked out the night before. You put them on and then the rest of your routine: hair and makeup. After you’re also done with that you walk downstairs, you look around for your mom and Alice but can’t find her in the living room or the kitchen. You decided to look in the backyard and yep there they were.

“hey” you smile sitting next to your mom in the grass. Today was a warm day, sun was shining the leafs were green and flowers where everywhere. Alice is laying in the grass and grabbing it with her hands.

“oh hello” your mom smiles.

“I slept good, I’m less tired now..” you smile a bit.

“I can drop you off at the hospital or I can go with you but I have some stuff to talk about with your dad also..”

“oh then it’s okay, you can drop me off” you smile. “I will just pack a lil bag for the little one.”

“sure mention when we can leave” you nod while getting up to grab a bag, once you found one you packed it with diapers, a pacifier, a plushie, and wipes. You take the bag downstairs with you and set in down by the frond door.

“ready?” She asks.

“yep I think so” you nod and walk over to her to take Alice.

“Lets go then” your mom walks over to the door and grabs Alice her bag. You sit on the ground with Alice on your lap putting your shoes on.

“don’t need the baby carrier?”

“no I’ll just lay her with her daddy” you smile at her.

“alright then” your mom shakes her head “she’s like the vip of us, she’s the only one who can enter the room”

“Yeah basically”you chuckle. When your shoes are on you pick Alice up and get up yourself, you follow your mom to the car and get in.

——-

You walk to Eddie’s room, your mom dropped you of 10 minutes ago but you got a chocolate bar in the little shop. When you arrive you lean in the door frame, you see Wayne in a chair next to the bed holding Eddies hand. Eddie wasn’t awake. He rather looked dead. He was white as hell blue under his eyes and thin.

“hey…” you swallow. Wayne turns around to see you.

“hello” he tries to smile, you could see he cried before.

“Im sorry about it..” you look back at Eddie.

“we can’t do anything for him huh? Pretty sad..”

“I miss him..”you mumble.

“you can come in”

“oh..no, they still think he’s a murder so I can’t… Alice can”

“You saved him so yes ofcourse you can come in. Just say your his sister or somethin’” he sighs.

“Yeah I can try that..” you walk into the room, you give Wayne a hug at first, then you walk over to Eddie.

“hey sweetheart..” you kiss his forehead “look who I brought..” you lay Alice neck to him, she’s awake and looks at her dad. Alice takes her dads hand (just one finger) and holds it.

“Awh, you missed him.?” You started crying, Wayne gets up and holds you.

“Its okay kid.” He rubs your back.

“He’s…” sob. “-He’s gonna wake up” sob. “Right.?”

“I hope so.. but I know he’s fighting.. mostly for you and Alice because he loves you.” Wayne calms you down a bit, but the only thing you can do is nod.

“I have his guitar..” you look up at him with wet cheeks.

“you got it?” He smiles a little bit.

“Yeah.. and s-“ sob “some clothes..” suddenly you hear some baby chuckles and you both look at Alice playing with her dads hand.

“that’s definitely Eddies kid..” he shakes his head and walk over to her.

“oh yeah, she’s definitely” you sit down in another chair.

“come hire” he picks Alice up and rocks her a bit.

“Did you eat already?” you take the chocolate bar out of your pocket and open it.

“you know I love chocolate.” He smiles and gives Alice a pec on her head before laying her back by Eddie.

“I knew that.” You smile and give him a piece. Wayne take sit and sits back down. That moment a doctor walks into the room.

“oh hello, all family?” She smiles friendly, you know her from somewhere.

“all family.” Wayne says.

“Mhm” you lie a bit.

“so this is the daughter?” She looks at Alice.

“Yeah” you nod.

“you’re the mother aren’t you?” Oh no. She knows.

“Yeah..”

“i helped you with the birth” she smiles “she’s pretty, looks like her dad a lot. Now he’s hire I can see it”

“I already knew I saw you before” you smile.

“ill keep my mouth shut, you’re family.” She nods.

“Thank you”

“do you know what happened with all the murders.?”

“Well one thing I know is it wasn’t him. It was something way worse then that.”

“Tell me about it..” she checks some of his IV and heartbeat. “Well….” She looks up and you and Wayne.

“what.?” Wayne looks at her.

“he might wake up today.. everything seems better then yesterday” she smiles.

“that’s amazing” you smile also.

“Thats is for sure” Wayne agrees.

“Well, Its busy so I need to keep going, see you around”

“I understand, thank you!” You wave at her and she waves back and walks out.

“You’re hungry?” Wayne asks.

“Its dinner time isn’t it?”

“Yeah we can order pizza?” Wayne asks.

“sounds good.” You nod.

“What pizza do you want?”

“uhhhh, just with pineapple” you grin

“oh yeah, you and Eddie love that pizza, you’re strange.” He chuckles.

“let me look for a phone, will be right back”he gets up.

“okay” you watch Wayne walking out of the room, and close the door behind him. Then you turn back to look at Alice and Eddie. You get up and take Eddies hand.

“I miss you baby…” you kiss his knuckles.

“Im worried…” you look down at Alice sleeping against her dads waist.

“she misses you too, she love you.” Suddenly something squeezes your hand lightly. You look up with big eyes, and you kiss his knuckles again.

“Are you waking up baby? Can you hear me?” You smile a bit. Eddie groans a bit and squeezes your hand again. You twirl some of his curls around your fingers, giving him some time to wake up.

“I should give you a shower when you wake up” you see his brown eyes opening slowly. You smile big, really big.

“hey baby.” You’re still going with your fingers through his hair. He looks at you but not with a expression he just looks at you. But it’s enough for you to see him awake. It makes your happy.

“your remember me.. right?” You’re afraid he might have lost his memory or something. But nods what means he does remember you.

“good.” You kiss his cheek. “I missed you really much, Alice did too” he tries to smile but it cost him much energy.

“Wayne is ordening pizza, you want a piece of mine? Pineapple pizza” you chuckle. He nods again.

“you were gone for two days can you believe that?” He shakes his head.

“I bet you’re not tired anymore” you smile and rub your thumb over his cheek softly.

“I ordered the piz-… Eddie.?!” Wayne looks at him. “Why did you wake up exactly when I’m gone. I been sitting hire for two days straight” he smiles and walks over to him. Eddie looks at him and smiles weakly.

“How much does it hurt?”you rub your thumb over his cheek.

“h-hurt” Eddie mumbles.

“I feel so bad for you.. I wish we could switch places..” you kiss his nose again, he feels something on his hand and he looks down to meet Alice holding it.

“A-…” he sobs “Alice..”

“Awh.. don’t cry.. did you miss her?” You pick her up and lays her on his chest. Eddie nods and lays a hand on her back. Alice smiles at him she holds a piece of his hair and plays a lil with it. Wayne smiles while watching you.

“get some rest okay? You need it” you kiss his cheek and sit back down on the chair.

——- 10 days later ———

“Are you exited to go home again… well my home”

“yes, I’m happy you wanted to share a room with me” Eddie kisses your cheek. After the trailer is not able to live there anymore, your mom said Eddie and Wayne can live with you and your mom, your dad had moved to another house already so your mom and Wayne have both another room now and you and Eddie share one.

“ofcourse, If im done with you I can always lay I the baby room” you giggle, you help Eddie get into your moms car. The police talked with Eddie and he’s free now, doesn’t have to go in jail luckily. Ofcourse people will probably give him weird looks but he won’t mind.

“can I hold her miss L/N?” Eddie asks your mom.

“ofcourse” she gives Alice to Eddie.

“come by dada” Eddie takes her carefully and lays her on his lap. You get in the car also and close the door.

“Can we?” Your mom asks.

“yep” you nod, your mom starts driving to your house.

“it’s weird we actually made this creature” Eddie looks down at Alice. “Yeah..” You laugh a little.

“she’s so sweet” Alice lays in Eddies arms almost asleep. “how is Hawkins?” Eddie looks out of the window to the still ruined town.

“boring. Much people moved to another town..” you look outside also.

“I’m so happy I can live with you” he kisses your cheek.

“but Alice still sleeps in my room, do you mind?”

“does she cry?” He looks down at her.

“yeah absolutely” you chuckle.

“maybe I can make her a bottle sometimes and you can do breastfeeding so you don’t have to do it all the time” he smiles.

“would be amazing” you lay your hand on his leg and watch them together.

“What for dinner tonight?” Your mom asks with her eyes still on the road.

“uhhh spaghetti” You smile.

“alright” she nods.

“sounds good to m- EY” you look down at Alice biting her dads thumb.

“Yes go girl bite your dad”you laugh, Eddie pulls his finger out of her mouth “lucky its only gum right now”

“Yeah you need to get teeth first pumpkin” he kisses her face.

———-

“I missed this place its so cozy” Eddie grins while laying on your bed watching tv. You’re doing some laundry while your mom is cooking the spaghetti.

“Yeah but next time you will help me with the laundry.”

“ the doctor said I can’t do too much yet”

“fine, but when your better you’re sure as hell gonna help me” you point a finger at him.

“EY we don’t do pointing” He gets up and tickles you. You laugh while sitting on the ground folding some clothes.

“Eddieee stop it” you try to slap his hand away.

“fine fine” he stops and kisses your head “promise I will help you” he smiles and lays down again.

“thanks” you smile and continue folding the clothes.

“Did you get my guitar?” He smiles while looking at his guitar in the corner.

“yep cause I know you love that thing more then me” you laugh a bit.

“well… the guitar and Alice both on first place and you on second” he says, you look at him with your eyebrows raised up but he starts laughing. “Just a joke love” he blows a kiss, the only thing you do is flip him the bird. After you’re done with the clothes you get on the bed also next to Eddie, he pulls you into a cuddle, you try to cuddle back as much as possible but not touching his wounds. “I missed this too” he rubs your waits.

“my waist?” You joke.

“you know what I mean dork” he kisses your head. You smile while watching tv.

“Is Alice still sleeping?” He looks at her crib.

“Probably, she’s a easy kid” you look at it too.

”I love her so much and you too ofcourse. My favorite girls” you smile and look at him hoping you could get a pec. He noticed and gives a sweet pec on your lips.

“Ey love birds, dinner” your moms smiles and gives you two plates of spaghetti. “What can I do with Wayne’s food?”

“is he not hire yet?” Eddie takes the plate.

“no he’s still with Sandra”

“Don’t wanna know what they are doing” he chuckles.

“don’t act so innocent now, you made my daughter pregnant sir” your mom jokes. “Yeah we were just holding hands and suddenly she was pregnant” he grins.

“Maybe you’re getting some kind of step brother” you joke too.

“then it will be younger then my own daughter, hell no” he laughs. “Besides Wayne is way too old to have a kid.”

“Talking about dads and men.. Im going on a date tomorrow”Your mother looks at you and you look back at her.

“why?”

“I’m bored, need a man”

“why don’t you gonna be a sex worker, way easier then a new boyfriend who will break your heart again” you tease.

“okay now. I’m going downstairs, you be a sex worker for your boyfriend yeah?” She waves and walk out of the room. You laugh and start eating the spaghetti.

“I love your mom” he eats also.

“Never say that again” you push him playfully.

“sorry miss” he kisses your nose and you both continue eating.

——- two months later ——-

“I” kiss “love” kiss “you” Eddie continues kissing your belly after a make out in the morning.

“I love youu” you smile and sit up.

“Let me feed her yeah?” He points at Alice “you gonna take a bath and chill pretty mama” he kisses your shoulder.

“after that you can too I’ll cuddle with her on bed so you have some time for yourself too” you kiss his head. He smiles and you get up, you put a shirt on because you were almost fully naked, the only thing you were wearing was your panties. You grab your outfit and walk out of the room. At that moment Wayne walks upstairs, he just came home from work.

“hey wayne” you smile while walking into the bathroom.

“hey kid” he smiles tiredly. “Eds in your room?”

“mhm” you nod.

“alright” he walks into your room and you close the bathroom door and do the lock on it. You hear your moms bed creaking. Her room was next to the bathroom so you could also hear the fucking moans.

“oh my lord” you whisper with a sigh. You undress yourself and while the bath is filling you did some skincare like a little face mask.

“babe…” Eddie was standing in front of the door.

“I’m naked”

“it’s just me don’t worry”he says, you laugh a bit and open the door.

“hurry” and he does. You lock the door behind him. He sits down on the counter.

“Well… Wayne just told me, my dad got set free from jail.. he wants to meet me and also you.. I thought maybe a family dinner tonight.?”

“I don’t want our kid close to him after he did this all to you. We talked about that.”

“I know but Gareth can babysit her maybe or Jeff” he smiles.

“Well then fine. Who do you want to be there?”

“your mom.. maybe her new boyfriend..who I’m absolutely try to ignore right now” he holds his laugh back.

“I want another mom..” you sigh and shake your head. “But who else?”

“Wayne and Sandra” he smiles.

“uhh.. it’s okay for me, gotta ask my mom too” you nod. “Where is Alice by the way?”

“Thanks, and Wayne wanted to babysit her so we could have a bath together” he takes his shirt off.

“no sex. We did that last night” You frons.

“no just chilling together” he smiles while taking his boxers and sweatpants off.

“okay, okay” you get into the bath and so does Eddie.

“Put the bubbles on” he looks around for the button.

“okay” you push a button and the bubbles came, now it basically was a bubble bath. You two talk and he washes your hair and you washes his. After everything was done you get out. You put on your outfit also a bit makeup on and did you wet hair into a simple bun. You ate some breakfast together with Eddie Alice and Wayne. After that Wayne went to sleep and Eddie was watching Alice again.

“I will be back around 5 then, dinner at 6:30 with your dad. Feed Alice and clean our room. Don’t forget that all” you kiss Eddies cheek and you get your car keys going to your work. Your mom agreed to the dinner. You started working two days a week since last week, it actually went well and your baby bumb was mostly gone, your stretch marks not but you loved them. When you arrived at your work you changed into your work costume.

——

“Oh yeah. I like that.” Eddie smiles, you’re wearing your new black dress, you could see the curves of your boobs and it was a bit short but not too short. Your red heels matched your lipstick and you had done smokey eyes.

“I like ur outfit too” you look him up and down. He was just wearing back jeans a white shirt with his leather jacket over it.

“I’m exited” Eddie smiles “I’m also a lil nervous, I mean he didn’t tread me and my mom well in my child hood and I will still never forgive him for that.”

“I understand” you kiss his forehead and pull him into a hug. “it’s silent without a kid”

“I know, Gareth has a sleepover with jeff so she has two dads for a night” he hugs back while he chuckles and rubs your back.

“we’re they exited?”

“they absolutely love her” he smiles and plays with your hair.

“How could they not” you kiss his cheek and walk over to the door.

“Where are you going?”

“Help my mom with cooking” you take his hand al while opening the door.

“Okay I’m coming with you” he smiles and walks behind you downstairs.

“hey love birds” you mom looks at you while placing some plates on the table.

“Hey other love birds” you look at your mom and her new boyfriend named John

“and the others” Eddie sticks his tongue out to Wayne and Sandra.

“much love in this house huh?” You mom smiles.

“go help your mom, I can’t handle her anymore” John walk out of the kitchen.

“I bet” You smile and you walk into the kitchen. Your mom pushes John playfully and walks back into the kitchen while Eddie walks behind her.

“A beer please” he grins.

“okay” you grab one out of the fridge and throw it at him.

“thanks ma’am” he catches it and opens it.

“ofcourse sir” you kiss his cheek washing your hands. He smiles and walks to the living room.

“can you finish this?” Your mom points at some potatos.

“sure” you continue making the potato’s and other things ready, Wayne, Sandra, John and Eddie are talking together in the living room in meanwhile.

———-

“the doorbell rings” Your mom shouts form the kitchen.

“come on Eddie open for your dad” Wayne says.

“Nuh uh.” You hear them discuss and it made you giggle.

“I’ll get it pussy” you walk over to the door and open it. There was standing a big man with brown eyes, light brown hair, muscles and tattoos in his neck and probably more places.

“hey” you smile friendly “Im Y/N”

“I’m Alan.” He looks around in your house and then he walks in. You step backwards to let him in, but you bumb into Eddie accidentally.

“Oh sorry Eddie” you stand next to him, Alan looks immediately your way when you say Eddie.

“it’s okay” Eddie wraps his arm around your waist.

“You’re Eddie.?” Alan looks at him.

“Yeah..”

“you’re…. Uh-..Different.” He looks Eddie up and down

“Maybe he would look like you want him to if you treaded him well.” You snap.

“you’re his girlfriend?” He raises his brows.

“yes. So?”

“feisty.” He grins.

“yeah sure.” You walk to the dinner table and and the others already sad down by it, so did Eddie. You sits down next to your mom and Eddie. “Take a seat” you smile.

“hey all, full house I see” Alan sits down next to Wayne and Eddie.

“hey man.”Wayne smiles a bit.

“Welcome, Im Y/N her mom, it’s actually just me Y/N, Wayne and Eddie normally.” your mom smiles.

“Nice to meet you. I heard what happened to Hawkins, something happend to one of you?” Alan asks.

“Yeah” Eddie lifts his shirt up to show his scars.”I almost died and the trailer didn’t survive it” he puts his shirt down again to put some good on his plate.

“oh.. not so good then” Alan looks at it.

“so now we live hire” Wayne says. “And sometimes I stay over at Sandra her house I’m gonna move there soon”

“nice house” Alan nods.

“thank you” your mom smiles.

“How long have you been dating?” Alan looks at you and Eddie.

“two years” Eddie thinks.

“a little more” you nod and agree.

“They grow up so fast” your mom smiles “Eddie is a nice guy perfect for my daughter”

“hm” Alan eats.

“did you know you’re… uh a grandpa.?” Wayne interrupts. Eddie almost chocked in his food and coughs. You had the same reaction.

“I’m what?!” Alan looks at you two.

“Nothing.” Eddie mumbles. Sandra whispers something in Wayne his ear.

“oh uh.. I didn’t mean to say that.” Wayne continues eating, Eddie and you were ashamed and it was silent for a while.

“Is the food good?” Your mom breaks the silence after a while.

“yes babe” John nods and kisses her cheek.

“mhm” Sandra agrees. You guys talked a bit more and a couple hours later Alan decided to go home.

“Uh. See you again.. maybe.?” Eddie looks at his dad.

“Mhm.” He didn’t seem to like his son, it hurts to see.

“Bye” you smiles closing the door behind him. Eddie sighs and walks to the living room. Sandra and Wayne had left earlier and John is gonna stay the night with your mom. You follow Eddie into the living room and sit next to him. He’s smoking a joint and watches tv.

“did you like it?” You asks taking the joint from him and taking a drag.

“no.” He shakes his head no.

“that’s what i thought” you blow the smoke out and give the joints back “if you don’t wanna see him again then you don’t have to” you shrug your shoulders.

“I know… let’s just watch a movie and forget about this night.” Eddie cuddles you.

—— 5 years later ——

“mama Kassie is eating something again” Alice says with her high voice. You walk out of the kitchen to the carpet in the living room.

“what’s he eating?” You sit on your knees.

“I don know. Maybe a chippie I accidentally let fall earlier.” She looks at her little brother.

“You can eat that kind of chips yet” you pick Kas up and put your finger in his mouth to get it out, when you did you get up and throw it away while still holding Kas.

“no.” He says.

“Yes Kassie you can’t eat that” you walk back into the living room setting him back.

“You gonna watch him for mommy?” “yes” Alice nods.

“you’re the sweetest” you kiss Alice her cheek and walks back to the kitchen to continue the dinner you were making.

——-

“Daddy!” Alice gets up and runs to her dad hugging him. Eddie smiles and picks her up.

“hey princess” Eddie picks her up and kisses her head. “How are you? Been good for mommy?”

“good for mama.” She nods Eddie smiles and puts her back down. You live with Eddie in a nice apartment it’s big and had 3 bedrooms, one for Eddie and you, Alice and one year old Kas.

“how is my wife?” Eddie hugs you from behind.

“good, how are you baby?” You give him a sweet kiss.

“long day with the band, the show was amazing” he smiles.

“that’s good then” you smile while walking to the kitchen Eddie follows and grabs two of the plates and you did the other two. You brought them to the table and place them down.

“looks delicious” Eddie smiles. “Dinner is ready” he says looking at the kids in the living room.

“Yippie” Alice runs over to the table and climbs on the chair. You sit down too while Eddie grabs little Kas and places him down in a babychair. Eddie starts eating and helps Kas eating too.

“ew don’t wanna eat vegetables” Alice looks at it.

“if you don’t eat vegetables you get those big scars your dad has” you two used to say that.

“not true I asked the teacher that, not true. You guys are lairs” She looked mad.

“okay okay fine. But it’s healthy for you you can just eat your potatoes meat and just….” You put some of her veggies on your own plate so she has less “…this much veggies, yeah?”

“Okay… but dad how come your scars?” Alice had started eating and you did too.

“We’re mommy and daddy met everyone was mean to dada and thought I was a murder, but then I saved the world from demons in another dimension.”

“like dragons and evil animals?” She looks at her dad.

“Sort of” he nods

“did they bite you there?”

“yes your mommy and Dustin saved me, but I almost died”

“kinda like dnd” she smiles eating some of her potatoes.

“yeah” he smiles and continues eating. From this moment Alice never would shut up about demons and asking her dad or you questions about it, sometimes she even says; he’s my evil dad.

———

This was officially the last chapter sorry it took longer but my petsnake just died.. it was just a baby and i was really sad about it..

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