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hazbinwhoree · 2 months

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Okay so I’m violently obsessed w this man and your writings so… can I request something way too self indulgent and specific ? If this is too much feel free to ignore this ask but an Adam x fallen angel!reader who before she fell was his third wife in heaven for like a few hundred years unaware of the exterminations and when she finds out she and Adam argue and it results in her wings being ripped off and her cast to hell… and once in hell she keeps a low profile and her identity a secret. But sees about the hazbin hotel on TV and goes to offer her help to Charlie because even tho she knows she can’t go back to heaven, it’d be nice to help some sinners if possible. Not expecting things to ramp up so much and involve Adam. But like… if the angelic dagger nifty stabbed him with didn’t kill him, say charlie and reader take him into the newly built hotel and reader tries to nurse him back to health and there’s angst bc it’s been 20 years since he basically cast his own wife, his angel to rot in hell??

Sorry if you hate this idea n don’t wanna do it I totally don’t blame you I’m just on Adam brain rot and have a handful of self inserts/ocs to ship a him in different AUs but this is my favorite despite how cheesy it probably is

Twenty Years in Eternity

“What do you mean exterminate them?” (Name) asks, appalled. “Exactly what it fuckin’ sounds like, babe,” Adam laughed. “It’s population control!” “Population control!? It’s murder!” “I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up about this,” Adam scoffed.

“Because not every sinner in Hell deserves to be there!”

Silence. (Name) had just proclaimed blasphemy. Adam’s eyes moved to something behind her and his face dropped. “(Name).” (Name) turned around to find Sera, looking down at her in disapproval. “Such blasphemy is not tolerated in Heaven,” Sera said coldly.

Adam couldn’t do anything as Sera knocked (Name) to the ground, and abruptly tore off her wings. (Name) screamed. Sera opened a portal overlooking Hell, and grabbed (Name). “Adam help!” (Name) cried, struggling. Adam could only stand and watch. Neither of them were any match for Sera, who threw (Name) into the portal and shut it behind her.

And that was the last Adam saw of his wife for twenty years.

In Hell, (Name) found her way as a Fallen, until she heard about the Princess of Hell’s endeavor to rehab sinners to go to Heaven. Intrigued, (Name) made her way to the Hotel one day. She knew Heaven would never accept this plan, but she didn’t want to kill Charlie’s spirits.

(Name) quickly became a permanent fixture of the hotel, befriending the inhabitants. She got particularly close to Angel Dust.

Every year, during the extermination, she would hide, not out of fear for her life, the exorcists didn’t kill the Fallen, but so that she didn’t have to deal with the pain of seeing the angels and run the risk of seeing Adam.

Unbeknownst to her, Adam searched for her during every extermination.

(Name) was shocked when Charlie giddily announced that she had secured a meeting with Heaven. She hadn’t been expecting Heaven to let her get this far.

But further she did not get, coming back from the meeting absolutely fuming.

“What happened?” (Name) asked. “The guy was such a… such a… prick!” “Shot down the hotel idea?” “Adam didn’t even let me finish my presentation. He said Hell is forever whether we like it or not. And he cut the extermination time in half, they’re coming back in six months!”

(Name)’s blood ran cold. “Adam?”

“Yeah, like the first man, Adam. He was such an asshole.”

“Yeah that sounds like him,” (Name) muttered.

Charlie looked at her funny. “Did you know him when you were an angel?”

“Know him? I was married to him.”

Charlie’s jaw dropped. “You’re his third wife!?” (Name) nodded. “Unfortunately.”

“He talked about you,” Charlie said. “It was the only time he actually sounded genuine.” “What did he say?” (Name) couldn’t help her curiosity.

“He said that Hell is forever, and if someone like his wife could end up there with no chance out, sinners were certainly not leaving.”

(Name) hummed. “He sounded kind of sad,” Charlie said. “I think he misses you.” “Yeah, well, it’s been twenty years. He’ll get over it. He sure didn’t do anything to stop me from ending up here. We were fighting over the extermination.”

“That’s what got you sent here?” Charlie asked. (Name) nodded. “I’m sorry,” is all Charlie could say.

Weeks passed and she managed to get another meeting with Heaven, this time going past Adam and straight to the Seraphim. (Name) had no idea how she did it, but knew the results would be the same in the end.

When Charlie and Vaggie came tumbling through the portal, Charlie more upset than (Name) had ever seen her, she knew she had been right.

“He said he’s attacking the hotel first!” Charlie cried, throwing herself into Angel’s arms. “Who, Adam?” (Name) asked, feeling nauseous. “Yes!” “It’s okay, Charlie, we’ll stand our ground and defend the hotel. Remember, angels can die. We just need to get our hands on some angelic metal,” Vaggie soothed.

The next month was spent preparing for battle. (Name) was going to stay out of it, and Charlie understood. (Name) figured there wasn’t much she could contribute anyway. So when the extermination came, she locked herself in her room.

She could hear the battle raging outside, and it sounded like her side was losing. She almost went out to help, until she heard Adam’s sadistic laugh outside her window. She remembered why she wasn’t involving herself. She couldn’t face Adam.

(Name) was content staying put, until she no longer had a choice, the hotel splitting in half. She very nearly got crushed in the rubble, but somehow made it out unharmed. As she lay on the ground catching her breath, she heard a familiar, angry voice. “I started everything on Earth! All of mankind came from these nuts!”

(Name) looked up to see Adam’s back as he screamed at Lucifer and Charlie. She also saw Nifty, running up behind Adam with a knife. “NO!” (Name) cried out, but it was too late. Nifty plunged the blade through Adam’s back. Adam choked, body freezing for a moment before he fell on his stomach.

Nifty raised the blade to keep stabbing him, but (Name) ran over as fast as she could and pushed Nifty off of him.

“No, no no no.” (Name) gently turned Adam onto his back. He opened his eyes, and when he saw her, he smiled. “(Name),” he croaked. His eyes fluttered shut but the soft smile never left his face. “Adam, no, stay with me, please,” (Name) begged. She looked up at Charlie. “Please, help me!”

Adam was the last person Charlie wanted to save, but her belief in mercy and hatred of seeing (Name) so upset won over, and she knelt down beside Adam, putting pressure on his wound. “Dad, there has to be something you can do.”

Lucifer sighed. He walked over and held a hand over the stab wound, concentrating. It began to heal, just enough to stem the bleeding before Lucifer stopped. “There. He won’t bleed out, but he’s lost a lot of blood.”

Adam had fallen unconscious.

Lucifer refocused his efforts on repairing the hotel. When it was back together, Charlie helped (Name) drag Adam inside. They got to (Name)’s room and deposited Adam on her bed. Adam didn’t stir. Charlie left (Name) to have her privacy with him.

When Charlie left, (Name) unzipped and pulled off Adam’s robe, lifting up his shirt underneath to reveal the stab wound. With a wet washcloth she began to clean the wound and blood off his body. When she was done, she grabbed gauze (Charlie left her with a first-aid kit) and wrapped Adam’s torso.

Content, she finally situated him into the bed comfortably, pulling the covers up to his chest. As she knelt next to the bed, stroking Adam’s hair back gently, Adam’s eyes fluttered open. He looked panicked until (Name)’s face came into view.

“(Name).” “Adam.”

(Name) forgot all her previous anger towards Adam and hugged him in relief. “You’re okay,” she cried. Adam looked taken aback before smiling and wrapping his arms around her. “Thanks to you.” “Thanks to Lucifer, really–” “Never say his name in front of me again.”

(Name) blinked. “Right, of course. But he did kind of save your life.” “Only because of you,” Adam retorted. (Name) was silent. He had a point.

The silence consumed them as they stared at one another, waiting for the other to speak. “You abandoned me,” they said at the same time. “What?” “What the fuck do you mean–”

(Name) took a deep breath. “You abandoned me in Heaven, when Sera tore off my fucking wings and threw me down here. You abandoned me as a Fallen. How did I abandon you?”

“You abandoned me by questioning the extermination, and speaking blasphemy. You knew what happened to angels who speak blasphemy. And you still did it. There was nothing I could fucking do. Sera is like, a million times stronger than me. And for the record, I searched for you. Every extermination. I looked for you. You abandoned me, to be alone, again.”

(Name) was silent. She hadn’t realized that was how he felt about the situation.

“I love you, and I fuckin’ miss you. Alright?” Adam confessed. (Name)’s eyes began to well with tears. “I love you and miss you too.” She leaned over him and pressed her lips to his. Adam kissed back with fervor, reaching up to cup her face in one large hand. They fit together like missing puzzle pieces.

Two separated soulmates finally reunited.

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justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 3 months

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HI LOVELYY!!Can you pls do a fanfic / oneshot with Clarisse basically seeing reader get ignored by their friends and like comforts them and flips off the so called friends?BDJDJD TY IF U DO 😇😇

'I Got Your Back'

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!Reader

A/N:Hi lovely!Tysm for requesting!Yes I can try!I love this idea sm!

Your 'friends' ignore you,but hey,at least you've got Clarisse.

Clarisse strolled through the bustling camp,on her way to the armory to get something fixed. As she passed the training grounds, she noticed you sitting with a group of 'friends'. A frown creased her face when she realized that your friends seemed oblivious to your presence. They chatted and laughed, completely ignoring you.

"Hey, idiots!" Clarisse barked at them, her voice cutting through the air like a sword. "You blind or just stupid? Look at your friend over there, sittin' all alone!What kinda friends are you,losers!"

Your 'friends' exchanged confused glances but continued their banter, leaving Clarisse seething with frustration.She stormed over, her face contorted with anger. "You think it's funny to ignore someone!? Huh?!" She realized she'd probably be punished if she did anything she shouldn't - but she couldn't give a damn in that moment.But before she did anything - you placed a hand on her shoulder and your eyes pleaded with her own not to do anything she might regret.She was still mad but begrudgingly stepped away.

Still no response from your 'friends' though.The air crackled with tension as Clarisse turned back to you. "Forget these losers," she grumbled as she took your hand. "Come with me."

She led you away from the oblivious group, guiding you to the shores of the camp's lake. Clarisse's usually stern expression softened as she looked at you, concern etched on her features.

"What the fuck their problem?!" she snapped "Nobody deserves to be treated like that.What a bunch of good-for-nothin' assholes." She muttered.

She sat down next to you, still fuming but now with an added layer of protectiveness. "You don't need those jerks. You're worth more than that."

Clarisse took a deep breath, trying to calm her anger. "Look, I don't do this kind of mushy stuff or whatever,but I can't stand by and watch someone get treated like shit.You deserve better."

You looked up, meeting Clarisse's intense gaze. There was a mix of surprise and curiosity in your eyes.You were genuinely shocked it was her of all people who said this.

"They don't appreciate you," Clarisse continued, her voice oddly sincere. "But that doesn't mean you're not worth a damn. Got it?"

As Clarisse continued to vent her frustrations about your so-called friends,it was an unexpected moment of vulnerability from her.

"They're not worth your time," she asserted, her tone sharper now as she wrapped her arms around you "If they can't see how awesome you are, they're not worth having around.Besides,you don't need people who don't appreciate you," she said "You've got me. And if they can't see how amazing you are, then screw 'em.We don't need those losers,they just hate us 'cause they ain't us.But I've got your back,pretty girl."

A/N:Another quick drabble for this morning!Will probably do 1 or 2 more rq's by tonight if I have time

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just-jordie-things · 1 year

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Could you do a drabble with the JJK boys getting jealous??

i sure can :) ___

GOJO SATORU

satoru claims over and over that he doesn't get jealous. look at him. he knows that there's no one in the world you'd rather be with than him. besides, jealousy is childish, right? you've been together for ages! he's secure in your relationship, and so are you.

but then he sees you showing a new transfer-teacher from the Kyoto school around, and the guy just gets a little too close to you. he's laughing a little too much at your jokes, and his stare lingers on you for a little too long.

he's not upset at the idea of another man taking you away, because never in a million years could that happen. but he doesn't like the idea of another man trying to woo you. he doesn't like seeing another man look at you the way he looks at you. because you're his.

and satoru figures there's no harm in introducing himself, right? it would be polite.

as soon as he approaches you, you feel something bad is coming. he's pulling his blindfold down around his neck, and the grin on his face looks plastic. he looks like he's about to approach the elders.

oh, you realize. he's fuming.

satoru introduces himself with a grand gesture and loud voice, and despite you telling him that everyone knows who he is, he reaches out and aggressively grabs the stranger's hand, shaking it with too much force, and too much eye contact.

"i'm actually her fiancé! did you know that?" he's keeping up his bright smile, but the look in his eyes is absolutely unhinged, much like his actions. "that means she's going to be my wife, isn't that right honey?"

you know you're not going to convince him to relax, so instead you affectionately roll your eyes, and let your new colleague know the tour was over and he could head to his office for the day. you smack satoru's arm to make him let go of his hand, first.

the man gives you a polite nod and a thank you, but barely looks at satoru as he turns around and heads off.

you glare up at the ridiculous man, placing your hands on your hips to really solidify your annoyance with him.

"what?" satoru asks, even daring to act confused. "I was just saying hello! is it a crime to say hello these days?"

"i thought you didn't get jealous?" you raise a brow at him.

"i told you, i was just saying hello" satoru shrugs his shoulders.

you hum in disbelief, and roll your eyes again.

"you're ridiculous" you huff.

"you love me" he replies with a wide grin, and this time a genuine one.

"remind me why, again?"

"because i'm perfect," he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him, and despite your indifferent act, the blush on your cheeks betrays you. "and handsome. and funny. and smart. and handsome"

and wildly jealous, you think, but you keep it to yourself. you kinda thought it was cute, after all. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi knows he shouldn't be jealous. it's immature, insecure, and stupid. at least he tells himself this like it's a mantra while he watches how easily you and the cashier at the cafe you were currently at were talking to each other.

he was sat at your usual table, and thought you were just going to the counter to pick up your drinks, but without another customer to tend to, the cashier had struck up a conversation with you.

and megumi is conflicted. because he's not the type to get up from his seat and drag you back here... right? he was above proving the point that you had a boyfriend... right?

soon enough you're bringing your drinks back to the table and sitting across from him with an award winning smile. it's silent as you both sip your drinks, and despite megumi normally being reserved, you can tell pretty quick that something's up.

"you alright?" you ask.

he doesn't want to tell you the truth, but he's not a good liar either.

"fine," he mumbles back, staring at his drink. "that guy was real friendly, huh?"

you bite on your cheek to hold back from giggling, but your smile is still visible. you didn't think megumi was capable of jealousy. maybe it was immature of you, but it did warm your heart to know he cared about you enough to feel such a way.

when he dares a glance up at you and sees you smiling, he lifts his head.

"what?" he mumbles.

you shrug your shoulders and shake your head, before standing from your seat so you could lean over the table and plant your lips on his.

megumi didn't usually partake in pda, he didn't initiate it beyond holding your hand. but he'd never really experienced it before, and kissing you now in front of the few patrons of the cafe and that sweet-talking cashier, felt amazing.

when you pulled away, your face split into a grin. megumi kept his smile small, but the pink on his face was unavoidable. ___

OKKOTSU YUUTA

it's been done before but... yuuta is insanely jealous of yuuji.

but when he's gone for months, and comes back to find that his girlfriend has become buddy buddy with sukuna's vessel, it's hard not to be.

of course when he finally comes home, you leap into his arms and you pepper him with kisses, and when you tell him how much you missed him he knows it's the truth, he knows that he's the only one for you.

and he doesn't really know yuuji, they've barely been acquainted, but he knows he can't trust him. of course he can't! you're the most beautiful girl in the world, anyone could see that, but with yuuji becoming your best friend, he simply couldn't take that.

does he do the mature thing and voice this concern, this little insecurity to you? well... no. he lets it sit and fester until the jealousy becomes so overwhelming, he's giving yuuji death glares every time he sees him.

like right now.

the first and second years were throwing a little party in the common room- which really just meant playing switch games while drinking and staying up far too late- and when yuuta showed up, you were already there.

and so was yuuji.

you both had a plastic red cup in your hands, and you were laughing loud enough he could hear it over the music. instantly his muscles tense and he's grinding his teeth. seriously? even tonight? which was supposed to be fun and laidback? now he has to deal with this again?

he tries to relax his features when he approaches you, sliding his arm around your waist and keeping a firm grip on your hip, he tries to come across as calm when he greets you both.

but yuuji isn't stupid. he's noticed the dirty looks, the sudden possessiveness that overtakes him whenever he finds the two of you together. he knows exactly what's going on.

and you're not stupid either but... you brush youth's clinginess off as just that- clinginess. he'd been gone on that assignment for so long, you figured he had just been missing you as much as you missed him. sweet, loving you had just been enjoying the welcome home sex!

even now, with yuuta keeping you so snug against his side that you couldn't pull away if you wanted to, you were smiling and just enjoying the presence of both your boyfriend and your new friend.

but yuuji was starting to feel twitchy, and nervous. yuuta could be the friendliest guy in the room, all smiles and warmth, but right now, he was staring daggers at yuuji. and the poor boy had no idea what to say or do to handle it.

so at first chance, he excused himself, and raced off to spend the rest of the night glued to megumi, where he presumed he was safe.

now that yuuta had you alone, he turned to face you, pulling you by your hips to keep you close to him.

you smile up at him, eyes gleaming with adoration, and some of his annoyance starts to melt away. some.

and for the first time, you notice the little knot between his brows. you tilt your head at him.

"what is it?" you hum softly, your hands resting against his chest.

"nothing, sweetheart, don't worry about it" he says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

as convincing as his kiss was, you knew better.

"you sure, honey?" you murmur, your hands running over his shoulders, "you seem tense"

you're so sweet, he thinks as his fingers slip under the hem of your top and begin to trace over your warm skin. you giggle softly at the ticklish feeling, and quickly swat at his chest to make him stop. he just smirks and continues the motion.

"come with me," he murmurs, sliding a hand out from your shirt only to take your hand and tug you with him around a corner, out of sight from everyone else.

you oblige without question, and happily drape your arms around his neck when he presses you into the wall. he wastes no time in filling the gap between you, sealing your lips with his.

you hum delightedly when the kiss deepens, your fingers curling into the hair at the nape of his neck while he heatedly kisses along your jaw until he reached the sweet spot just below your ear. your fingers tighten just a little, enough to give his hair a little tug.

"you have a good time at the party, sweetheart?" he murmured into your ear. "with yuuji?"

you giggled, which was not the reaction he was expecting, so he tilted his head back to look at you.

"oh, yuuta," you sigh, smiling up at him. "don't tell me this is jealousy?"

"what? no," he smirks, stealing another kiss from you that took your breath away more than it should have. "that would be childish"

"maybe," you murmur, your hands sliding across his shoulders, and then down his chest. "but it's maybe kinda cute" you add in a softer voice.

"cute?" yuuta repeats back to you.

you nod with another giggle.

"maybe," you say. "but you know it's silly, right?"

you bring one of your hands up to his face, gently cupping his jaw to make sure he was staring at you, to make sure he could see the authenticity in your features.

"you're the only one for me," you say sweetly, and seal your words with a kiss. "so, can we go back to this party?"

"nope," yuuta grins, and then he's taking your hand and guiding you away again. "everyone's busy having a good time. let's go to my room"

and you oblige, without question.

(yuuta remains pretty jealous, but at least you're reaping the benefits)

___

INUMAKI TOGE

toge was a fairly jealous person, and this was well known. ever since you'd joined the second years, all of your peers had known he was jealous of anyone that spent time with you. you might not have been his girlfriend, but from the dirty looks he gave anyone that tried to steal you as a partner, or study buddy, you may have well been.

you were pretty oblivious to this, as when he was with you, toge was nothing but kindness and laughter.

but maki's stopped sparring with you, panda won't be your partner in mariokart, and when yuuta is around, he's just been straight up avoiding you because they're all so nervous that toge's gonna chew their ass out with onigiri. which sounds funny, but being on the receiving end of an angry toge was the worst.

you joined them late one evening in the common room, having been catching up on some work with gojo. when you see they've got the switch hooked up and are setting up teams for mariokart, you're quick to voice that you're joining.

"maki, do you have a partner yet-?"

"yep! i'm partners with panda!" she answers faster than you could even finish your question.

you look to panda, who was sitting on the opposite side of the room, and he's quick to nod his head. although he doesn't look convinced, as though he'd just learned this himself.

"salmon!" toge calls out, patting the space next to him on the couch for you to join. your confusion wears away as you fall into the cushion next to him and take the extra controller he hands you.

maki and panda share a look and roll their eyes to themselves.

the rest of the night goes as usual, the four of you racing until a victor is determined. it's a close game but as usual, maki wins. she goes back to her dorm chanting.

"well, i'm still wide awake," you say to the remaining two. "you guys want to go to the convenience store, get some snacks, and keep playing?"

"yeah, I'll go!" panda says excitedly.

"salmon!" toge agrees just as quickly, as though competing to be the first.

you just laugh as you head off to grab your purse and shoes. when you meet up with panda and toge outside the school, you jump onto panda's back and dare the two of them to race to the front gates.

toge takes this as a very serious challenge, and when he and panda cross through the gate at nearly the same time, you cheer at the both of them for being so fast.

"you guys took that serious! wow!" you laugh as you hop off of panda's back and stare at your panting friends in awe.

it was quite the run, and you hadn't expected the both of them to start sprinting.

"i think panda won by half a second though"

"bonito flakes!"

"sorry!" you're still laughing as you raise your hands in mock surrender, thinking toge was just joking.

he wasn't. he pouts for the rest of the walk.

panda waits outside the small shop while you and toge go in to collect all your favorite snacks. he sticks close to your side, maybe even closer than usual, but you don't say anything. you just hope your blush isn't too noticeable.

you pay for the two bags of snacks and head out of the shop, meeting up with panda for the walk back to jujutsu tech. toge carries the bags for you, wedging himself between you and panda so he could soak up as much of your attention that he could get.

panda barely talks the rest of the way, listening to you ramble on while toge happily reacts to whatever you were saying. honestly, panda wonders why he even came- besides for those yummy honey crackers- because toge was just going to steal all of your attention like he usually does.

by the time you get back to the school, panda claims he's too tired to keep playing mariokart, and says you should all watch a movie while eating your snacks instead. you seem excited enough by this idea that toge also agrees.

while panda sits on the floor and begins scrolling through the streaming services to find something good, toge tugs on your sleeve so you'll sit with him on the couch.

and when you sit with him, he tugs on your sleeve once more. you glance over, thinking he's trying to get your attention, but again, he tugs. a blush blooms over your nose and across your cheeks as you realize he's trying to pull you closer still. shyly, you tuck in closer, until your side is pressed against him. he smiles as he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

"salmon" he says happily.

you can't find your voice to say anything, too bashful from the out of character cuddle he'd just requested. but you wouldn't complain.

panda puts on some true crime doc none of you had heard of, and the three of you watch and munch on your treats in silence. although it's not long before panda's passing out on the floor, and you're also getting droopy eyed.

you slump a little more into toge's side, wiggling until you're comfortable, and then rest your head against his shoulder.

in a panic, his head whips around to look at you, as if he wasn't sure if you were actually cuddling into him more.

"have you been getting jealous, toge?" you hum, your heavy eyes finally falling shut. he doesn't say anything, but his silence speaks volumes. "i thought maybe," you giggle softly. "i've been wondering why yuuta avoids me like the plague and maki won't be my mariokart partner anymore"

"mustard leaf?" toge mumbles, and he wonders if it's enough for you to know what he's asking.

"I'm not upset," you hum in answer, and he relaxes a little. "but you don't have to be jealous. i don't want to be with anyone else. they're my friends," you peek your eyes open and tilt your head back just enough to meet his gaze.

his lavender eyes are blown wide in surprise, and the look makes you smile. finally, you're the one catching him off guard.

"you're different" you finish quietly.

he smiles back at you, and when you lay your head back down against his shoulder, his hand reaches up to pet your hair gently until you fall asleep there.

___

xoxo ~ jordie

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hariboz · 9 months

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. . . YOU’RE WHO?

“their reactions to someone calling themselves your work husband in front of them!”

pairing: zb1 hyung line x gn!reader

genre: fluff <3, humour

warning: pretty lighthearted, light cursing

notes: hi hello this is my first post!! congrats to my jebewon for debuting 🥹 as a pre-bp stan i’m so happy to see them so loved and well received 🫶🏻 ALSO ty to my jebis for reigniting my love for writing <3 i’d love to find some zerose moots!! just hit me up, either in my dms or my asks <33

✦ * 💭 ⊹ 김지웅 ; JIWOONG

ooooh cocky bastard!! (lovingly)

kind of cocks his head to the side and just goes, “hm?”…😮‍💨

pretends he doesn’t get it but he actually just wants to see the guy’s face crumble while your coworker is scrambling to explain

“oh it’s just a joke between us—“ and the guy tries to throw his arm over your shoulder but jiwoong is quicker and pulls you into his side

makes a show of wrapping his arm around you, giving you the most dazzling smile, just amping up the charisma and charm

refuses to leave your side the whole evening and interjects every time your ‘work husband’ tries to talk to you

makes your female coworkers swoon from afar!! makes you two look so lovey-dovey and your ‘work husband’ is d y i n g inside the whole evening

gives the guy a firm handshake when you bid your goodbyes and hits him with the “i’m the only husband around here, i think,” SOMEONE TAKE HIM AWAY IMMEDIATELY!!

genuinely does not care as long as the guy treats you fine and isn’t being creepy towards you

almost treats the guy like a kid that has a crush on you when you bring him up when you talk about your day 😭

keeps teasing you afterwards, brings it up for fun every time and thinks he’s soooooo funny

“woongie you can’t just—“ “well, you have a whole husband on the side—“ someone shut him uppppp!!

✦ * 💭 ⊹ 장하오 ; HAO

oh he loves it, but not in the “oh this is cute” way but rather in the “this is great, we’ll have so much to laugh at later on our way home,” way

kind of eggs you on to feed into him…to see how far the guy will go…

“oh really? that’s so sweet!” “you never told me about this husband of yours, honey..”

you just wanna 🦵 👨🏻

the guy fails to pick up on the sarcasm that practically drips from hao’s voice and gets more confident in his comments towards you…

oh he’s evil!! but also steps in if it goes too far; he might enjoy the entertainment but no one gets to disrespect his relationship to his face!!

the atmosphere kind of dips when your coworker offers to take you home when you mention that you’re getting tired to hao, since it’s “his job as a husband”

hao looks at you in utter disbelief like?? did that guy just insinuate what he thinks he was insinuating….while hao’s right there…?!

worst stink eye you’ve ever seen from hao just staring daggers into the guy 😭

takes your hand and says goodbye to everyone except for your ‘work husband’ and when you look back before getting out the door you can just see the guy absolutely fuming

“never speak to him again.” “i work with him…every day…” “i don’t care!!”

is genuinely concerned that the guy is being weird to you but covers it up with some lighthearted jealousy to make you laugh :’)

“hao, i got you some treats on my way home!” “how do i know these aren’t just your husbands left overs…” you hate him

“you should start calling him the office divorcee.” BYE

✦ * 💭 ⊹ 성한빈 ; HANBIN

hates it but no one is none the wiser with the way he politely smiles and laughs along

except for you!! you know him and you can see the irritation building up behind his smile

all 😆 on the outside but very much 😒 on the inside

you try to reassure him but he’s just like, “i’m fine! this is fine! i’m so glad you have such a close friend at work!” when you can just see him dying inside

your coworker hears this and tries to interject ‘jokingly’ and hits hanbin with the, “well actually we’re not just friends—“ but you elbow him to get him to shut up like!! bro who do you think you are!!

the friendly look on hanbin’s face falters for just a second but you can just tell he’s seething inside

so you sneak him a little kiss and he lightens up just a little <3

he just wants to leave and take you home and cuddle with you he’s so sick and tired of this random ass man playing pretend with his partner!!

but he doesn’t want to make a scene!! because he’s scared it would make you look bad if your actual boyfriend lashes out over a ‘joke’ so he just…smiles and endures it 🫠

looks the happiest you have seen him all day when you tell him it’s time to leave, has a spring in his step and beams at everyone when bidding his goodbyes lmao

remains super suspicious of that coworker!! essentially perks up when you mention him like 🤨 just waiting for you to tell him he did something weird so he can finally march over there and let him have it!!

genuinely tells you that he doesn’t like how the guy calls himself your husband and you promise you’ll tell him off if he ever utters the word husband in your vicinity again and hanbin’s just giggling and smiley like 🥰 yes thank you bb

✦ * 💭 ⊹ 석매튜 ; MATTHEW

immediately picks up on the joking nature of it and actually brushes it off at first!

it’s just a joke!! and it’s kinda cute, right? who is he to assume any nefarious business!! just a joke!!

…right? right?!

but his mood gets sour rather quickly when your coworker keeps lingering around you two..when he keeps trying to butt into your conversations…bringing up stuff that happened at work that matthew has no idea about…

he’s stuck to you like glue and matt’s getting a little irritated to be honest?? there’s so many other people here, why does he keep circling back to you when your boyfriend is here??

when he interrupts you two being all cute and giggling again, matt kinda loses it but not in a confrontational way!

“man, is there no one else you can bother? maybe an actual partner instead of trying to hog mine??”

your coworker is speechless, staring at you two and you have to try so hard to bite back a laugh

he leaves huffing and puffing and you’re pretty sure he’ll ignore you at work from now but!!

it’s all worth it when matthew turns to you and you both burst out in giggles, matt mimicking the face the guy made to make you laugh <3

the guy keeps glaring at you two the whole night but you barely even notice during your fits of laughter w your boyfriend <3

starts jokingly calling himself your house husband to triumph over the work husband!! will bring you a cup of coffee at home, give you a little kiss to your temple and mutter a “10 points for the house husband” to hear you giggle 😵‍💫

✦ * 💭 ⊹ 김태래 ; TAERAE

hates it, wants to ban the words “y/n” and “work husband” from ever being used in one sentence ever again

who does he think he is…taerae is right there?

asks you if this is a common occurrence and if he should help you report him to hr 😭

when you tell him he previously never said anything of this sort he’s almost more peeved..? why is he bringing this up NOW when taerae is here!!

simply cannot comprehend the sheer audacity of that man and doesn’t even try to hide it!! he’ll flat out cackle at everything your other coworkers say but not a single peep from taerae when your “work husband” cracks a joke

ooooh he’s so petty and makes sure to keep you away from him the whole evening too…oh you wanna chat w my y/n? my bad we actually have to go to the bathroom. together. see ya!

has a hand on you at all times now!! no way that guy will catch him lacking. hand holding yours, hand on your waist, hand on your neck, hand on your thigh, pinkies intertwined…oh you’re so in love it’s almost hard to watch how lovely you look

pulls you in to give you a kiss when the guy approaches to say goodbye and just gives up when he sees ya’ll locking lips…1:0 to your boyfriend

cheers when the guy leaves 😮‍💨

makes sure you know you should absolutely speak up if he bothers you, and offers to pick you up from work more often to hammer home the fact that you’re off the market <3

puts on a show when he picks you up, pulls up with flowers and gives you a big smooch while raising a brow at the guy…almost challenging him…oh he’s sick

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shade-e-e-es · 7 months

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Hours later, Doc is still fuming as he thinks of all the ways he should give it to that stinky mutt. To cool off he decides to go on a walk.

He quickly finds out it does not help. As is his nature as a creeper, he walks silently, ears perked for any sign of sound.

He picks up his pace as he hears the dull thud of someone chopping a tree. It’s either Etho or Beef making a project in the middle of the night.

Or it’s an intruder.

He’s hoping it’s an intruder because then he can attack something, as messed up as that sounds.

And oh the joy he feels (and fury) when he sees the red shirt and brown tail of Ren Dog.

The bushes rustle as Doc moves to step out. He only pauses for a second as Rens ears perk and he starts to growl, his swing stopping as he adjusts his hold on the axe. A battle stance.

Fine. A fight.

… maybe he should try and. Talk a little before he blows this guy up.

“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, MAN?” Doc hisses.

He expects Ren to rush him. To growl and attack even if it’s just with words. It’s how he acts during the day, after all.

He did not expect the smile, the tail wagging, and the excitement.

“Doc! My dude!! Jeez man you scared me!! I thought you were a freakin skeleton or something!! Sorry, didn’t mean to growl at you like that!!”

Doc stares blankly. What. Why is he.. so excited. And before he can even open his mouth to hiss out something about taxes or his tree, Ren continues.

“I’m really genuinely sorry about the tree. I’d have come and asked if I knew you were awake. I can never tell what your guys’s sleep schedules are! Besides Bdubs. Always know when he’s passed out!!”

“Seriously like that dude will pass out the moment the sun goes over the hills even if we’re trying to talk to him! It’s a bit funny though so it’s fine on our end. Guys gotta sleep! Oh- right. I can pay you back and stuff for the tree. I tried to pick a smaller one far away from your projects so I don’t mess any landscapes up. I’m also going to replant the sapling and all that!!” Ren shifts from foot to foot, a smile on his face, a wag in his tail. His eyes almost sparkle as he stares at Doc.

And it.

This doesn’t make sense to Doc. Why does.. Ren doesn’t act like this! He’s! Quiet. He’s grumpy. He acts like he hates every single member of the nHo and yet here he is raving about Bdubs in a joking way to Doc of all people.

“What.” Doc says.

“Oh. Uh.” Ren chuckles a little. “Sorry. I am. Nervous, NOT ABOUT YOU!! I just don’t want to be away from Iskall for too long. See I’m here to get wood to make a fire over in our camp. Iskall has a fever and we both agreed that staying at the resistance base would be better than going to our houses. Too much movement. But I.. suck at taking care of sick people. So I’m doing what I know best! Chopping trees, making fire, cooking soup!! (If you happen to have any notes on making soup please let me know. I lied about knowing best on it.)” Ren leans in, whispering the last bit.

He’s so animated. He can’t stand still. Doc is.. flabbergasted!!

It doesn’t compute. It just.

“Why are you. Being. Nice???”

“Wha?”

PT 1 | PT 3

#docm77 #rendog #renthedog #docm77 fanart #rendog fanart #nho #hc nho #hermitcraft season 5 #congrats on your free art!! xd #hermitcraft #hc doc #hc rendog #hc ren #Ren #doc

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boozenboze · 1 year

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Can I ask for a really stoic reader (rbf, looks like he's glaring all the time when in reality he thinks about dinner)that smiles for the first time with 141 boys and Alejandro if that's okay?

Why so Serious?

Summary:M/n was never seen with a happy expression.He always looked dull and it looked like he was on the verge of killing someone.That was until one of the new recruits made him smile.

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

Who seemed the most serious out of 141.If you said Ghost you aren’t completely wrong but at least the man attempts to make jokes.Unlike a certain h/c haired males who seemed to have only one expression.Out of all the time 141 has known him he has never smiled.Soap always says something that is downright hilarious and yet the male never cracked.This disheartens the scot but he never gives up.

“Hey M/n!”Soap said while approaching the male who was currently cooking.

“What McTavish?”M/n responded in annoyance,wincing when he felt the onions fumes go in his eyes.

“Why dont the dinosaurs talk?”The scottish man asked as M/n hummed in response,telling him to continue.

“They can’t because their dead.”Soap laughed out while slapping his knee.The man who was in hysterics stopped laughing when he saw the h/c haired male just staring at him as if he was stupid.

“I don’t find you funny.”M/n said with a deadpanned expression.The scot looked genuinely hurt by the males comment and walked away without saying a word.The h/c haired male plated his meal before exiting the kitchen.

A few days passed after that incident, Gaz and Soap had been trying to make the stone faced male crack a smile.The two went as far as to making themselves trip and fall.EVERYBODY LAUGHS WHEN SOMEBODY FALLS OVER THE AIR SO WHY HAVEN’T YOU LAUGHED?!

Ghost found the situation amusing.Sure he could joke around here snd there but you were a completely different story.You always looked like you were ready to off someone and he actually developed a small fear of you.Price made a lot of dad jokes so as you can probably guess you never laughed at his jokes.

When Alejandro would come and visit he would always tease the male in spanish.He would also poke at the males cheek in attempts to make him crack a smile.It doesn’t work,snd M/n’s glare didn’t help.The h/c haired male had always been quite blunt but he never meant to come across that way.He’s always been like that and he has laughed at the jokes Soap made,but it’s always been in his head.

One of those days M/n had been wondering what he should eat for lunch.His face was so serious that other’s thought that he was upset when he was just deep in tought.Gaz was the one guy he had to explain it to.

A few weeks later a few new recruits had came to the base.One of them thst went by the name Andre,was put under M/n’s care.They talked very often and had really funny conversations that made M/n laugh.Thats how we get to the current situation.

Soap was once again trying his best to make M/n laugh.He noticed the male let out small chuckles st his words which let him know what he was doing was working.Soap had ran up the Gaz happily informing him of his accomplishment of making the Brit laugh.Ghost hummed in amusement and Alejandro let out a deep chuckle as well as Price.

Soap had turned around and saw Andre approaching.The male was talking to M/n and even pat his shoulder.Price tilted his head when the male began doing weird hand movements.Their eyes widened as they saw M/n’s cheeks rise with a smile adorning his features.The h/c haired male began laughing hysterically and the groups eyes softened.His laugh was so angelic,it was like music to their ears.When the male finally calmed down Andre walked passed him and bid his goodbyes before going to his room.Alejandro was about to speak but was cut of by Soaps yelling.

“Were you just laughing?!”Soap yelled out as he ran towards the h/c haired man who looked startled.

“Uh yeah I did,it’s not like im incapable of laughing mate.”M/n said chuckling as Soap looked amazed.

“What does he do to make you laugh.”Gaz asked curiously and M/n responded shortly.

“He’s just funny.”

“WHATS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN”

#lgbtq #male reader #cod x male reader #mw2 x male reader #male y/n #gaz x male reader #soap x male reader #captain price x male reader #ghost x male reader #gay #alejandro x male reader

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taasgirl · 2 months

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say something pt 2.

summary: although playing for the same club, pedri and y/n cannot stand the thought of being around each other. enemies to lovers for all my slow burn girlies out there - i got u

a/n: not proofread and all in english + more installments coming soon!!

read part one here!

We were sat just above the bench, watching over one of the men's games. We had to do this regularly, to show our club spirit or something. The men, however, barely ever came to our games. I swear they only came for our Champions League Final and were out of the stadium when the ninety minutes were up.

“You’d think that such an expensive team would be good.” Ingrid was not impressed with the team playing. Her face had disgust written all over it and was really not afraid to show it.

“Don’t be mean. Not everyone can be as good as us.” Salma bolstered a smile, rubbing my leg aggressively. Rolling my eyes, I kept my focus on the game in front of me. It was a tight game. Real Betis were really putting up a fight, and I couldn't help but ogle at Hector Bellerin. He was genuinely so beautiful.

"Enjoying the game Y/N?" Salma asked, making the girls around us laugh. "Yeah funny Sal."

By the time the game had ended it was a 2-1 win for Betis, a real shock to almost everyone. The boys were fuming.

We walked down to the field, players from both of teams were still there. Making my way through with the girls, I heard my name called out. "Y/N! Wait up!" I turned around, running over with a cheesy smile was Hector. Hector Bellerin.

We followed each other on Instagram, and occasionally left friendly comments, but we had never spoken before. "How you doing?" I could hear his awkward English accent. "I'm doing pretty well. Congrats on the win you guys deserved it." He smiled.

"Ah, thank you. None of us were really expecting it." We spoke for another few minutes until he was called over by his coach.

"I'll see you around, I hope that next time you watch me play, you're in a Betis jersey." Smirking, he ran back to his team while I followed the girls into the tunnel.

When I caught up with Salma she couldn't look at me. "Already cheating on class boy with a footballer." She sarcastically sighed. "I always knew you were destined to be a wag." I lightly shoved her until I felt a push on my back.

"Get the fuck out of the way." Pedri spat at me. "Talking to the fucking opposition. If you want to fuck him so badly do it after the game." He pushed the changeroom door open, following closely behind him was Gavi and Ferran who looked at me sympathetically.

"Come on don't listen to him. Let's get home." Salma's hand found my shoulder pulling me close into her. "I'm happy to sleep over at Mapi's if you want to bring a certain someone over." God I hope she never changes.

"Girl there's no way I'm inviting him over. Let him celebrate the win." I smiled at her and she looked confused. "I wasn't talking about Hector." She stuck her tongue at as we walked to the parking lot.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Pedri had said to me that night. It almost shocked me how I didn't slap him. And although I wanted to hate him for it, a part of me hoped he didn't mean it. A part of me wanted it to just be a spur-of-the-moment comment which he would regret.

"Y/N are you okay?" Alex lightly tapped me. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm just um tired." I focused back at my teacher. School was kicking my ass, I received my assessment schedule and these last few weeks were my last moments of peace before I locked in.

Once class was over I hurried myself as usual to the door. I had to get to training asap and I couldn't afford to be late. Again.

"Need a ride?" Alex caught up to me. There was no way I would decline, I was gonna be late. "Yes please, I need to get to work." We hoped in his car and he drove me to the grounds.

"I really enjoyed hanging out with you the other day. If it's alright with you, I'd like to come to one of your games?" I laughed but quickly refrained myself. "Oh um yeah. I can try and hook you up with some tickets if you wanna bring people."

We drove through the back streets of Barcelona until we got to where I needed to be. "Do you need me to pick you up? I'm happy to hang around for a while." He pulled up kerbside. "Yeah you'd be waiting for a very long time. It's all good, Salma drives me home." He'd met Salma a few times after we'd hookup as he tried to escape my room.

"But seriously, thank you so much. You don't understand how much easier you just made my life." I leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before I left the car.

"The fuck is that?" I recognised the voice immediately, B-lining for the buildings' entrance. "Oh ok yeah very mature, just ignore me." I waved to reception as I walked down to the changerooms.

"Was that your boyfriend? Or just another guy you hook up with." I snapped at him "He's a classmate." I continued walking down the hall. "So, tell me, did you sleep with Hector." That was it.

I turned to face him and slapped him across the face. Hard. A red mark coloured his cheeks. Realising what I had down, I regretted it immediately. "Oh my god Pedri I'm so sorry." I placed my hand on his cheek. "Holy fuck I don't know what came over me." Firstly, he looked at me disappointed, then he smirked. "So I'll take it that you didn't sleep with him." I walked right past him.

"Is something up with you Y/N?" Lucy said in my ear while marking me during training. I looked at her puzzled. "You're a lot more, I don't know. You're very tense." I scoffed. No wonder I was tense, I was literally studying for my degree while playing professional football.

"Well a few of us are going to go out tonight if you wanted to join? Girls only type of thing." Actually, I liked that idea. I needed time to just chill. Preferably away from home.

"Yeah actually I'd like that. You'll send me the address?" She agreed and soon enough we were back to tackling each other.

Once training had finished, Ona and I walked to the gym. She was still recovering from an ankle injury and wanted someone to give her motivation during the workout. As we entered the gym, sets of eyes laid straight onto us.

The men's team.

I looked at her, displeased to be trapped in a room filled with sweaty men, however, she didn't seem to care too much. "I think I'm gonna get deodorant poisoning if I'm in here any longer." She dragged me over to a machine.

I took a walk around the gym, trying to find the spot with the best reception. "Fancy seeing you around." Pedri called out to me.

I didn't look at him. No bother in giving him the time of day. "Okay then." He turned back to his group, they were making fun of his failed attempt at grabbing my attention.

"Y/N can you come over here for a sec?" Gavi called out to me. I was less than willing to walk over to a slightly intimidating group of boys, but I didn't want to give Pablo the same response that I gave Pedri.

Walking over, I could feel the eyes of the boys on me. "How you been baby?" I smiled at him. He's always been affectionate towards me, but this was artificial in a way. He was trying to make someone jealous. "You going out tonight?" I nodded. "Clubbing downtown." He looked impressed. "Going with Salma? I can try and ask around for that girl to be there."

"I'm so happy that you're finally going out with me. It's been what, four months?" Salma put on one of her sexiest outfits. I told her that the girl from before would be there, to that she immediately went looking for the hottest thing she owned.

"Yeah well you're obviously not planning on hanging out with me." Since she had gone out the other night, she couldn't stop talking about this girl she met.

We got picked up in a cab and made our way downtown. Upon entering the club we realised it wasn't exactly how we had pictured it. It wasn't so much a 'casual' club as it was a 'celebrity' club.

I recognised majority of the people as other footballers and internally rolled my eyes at the idea of spending time with some stuck up male footballer. Like Pedri for example.

When we found Lucy and a few of the other girls, we took a seat at the bar and ordered a round of shots. It had been a while since I had drunk alcohol, but I promised myself that I wouldn't drink too much. And I was usually good at keeping to my word, so I limited myself to three drinks.

"Y/N, Salma's been telling me about this guy you've been seeing." Ona said, taking a shot in full. "I hope he's hot at least." I looked at Salma unimpressed, she loved telling people about my life, to the point where even the physios knew who Alex was. "He's just a classmate, I mean like we've hooked up a few times but I'm not really into him."

The girls and I chatted for at least twenty minuets before suggesting we move to the dance floor. The DJ was playing mostly Bad Bunny with a few western songs, and soon enough the alcohol hit me, and I was in my groove. I was dancing with so many different people, and I could've sworn I had accidentally grinded up on Jude Bellingham before Ingrid came over to me, telling that someone was looking for me.

I followed in the direction of where she had pointed and found myself on the outside of the floor, but next to a tall man. "Hola Y/N." Hector bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Hola."

"I really think we should hang out some day." I blushed at his words. "I'd like that. Maybe you could come to one of my games? Hang up your pride and wear the jersey of your old club." I nudged him playfully as he sarcastically shook his head. "Let's dance." He pulled me by the hand into the centre of the floor.

He held my hips as we swayed together, feeling the music and each other. "I though you'd be a better dancer Y/N." I looked up at him confused. "I'm only joking Carino. You look beautiful." I dug my head into his chest as we danced.

Now did I want to hook up with him? No, not really. But you can't hate a girl for giving into some attention. "Hector." He looked at me, almost freezing. "Does Pedri hate me?" He laughed. A guttural laugh.

"I'm not sure. Why?" I sighed. "He's just been a real dickhead lately. Always up in my personal businesses and constantly trying to piss me off." Hector smiled at me. "Yeah I don't think he hates you." He continued, "If it makes you feel any better, I think he actually likes you. I mean at least when I was at Barca he wouldn't shut up about this new prodigy." Ok now I was intrigued. "Go on."

"Well I mean he would always hang around at training to watch you play. To me at least I found it a little creepy, but I think it all stemmed from a crush." Yeah what the fuck.

"There's no way. Like he actually despises me." Hector shrugged as we came to a full stop of dancing. "Well maybe something's changed, but trust me, he likes you. Or used to I don't know."

I literally did not know what to think. So Pedri has been a fan all along??? Interesting…

After leaving Hector for the bathroom I felt a presence behind me as I walked down the corridor. Turning around nonchalantly, I came face to face with Pedri. Of fucking course he’d be here.

"Having fun?" He was holding a glass of what looked like water. Of course he didn't drink. "Yeah it's chill." I went to turn around when he grabbed my shoulder. "Sorry if I've been a dick, I've just, I don't know. Sorry." He was smiling at me. Smiling.

"Oh, um yeah okay you're all good." Before I could make my way back to the bathroom, his hands clasped my face, pulling me in for a kiss.

My brain wanted to push him away, but my body wanted more of him. I kissed him back passionately before he pulled away, hands still on my cheek. "Holy shit, I'm so sorry." He looked at me for no more than a second before walking back out.

He just kissed me. I kissed him. Pedri. Fucking Pedri.

"Y/N you're on, get up." Jonatan called for me, I was cozy on the bench watching my team struggle against Wolfsburg in a tight Champions League group stage match.

I hopped out of my seat and walked over to him. "I need you to turn this around. It's looking sloppy out there." He pointed to the field, everyone was tired, and Wolfsburg would break the deadlock soon enough if no stepped up. "I need a goal. I need you to be the captain out there, ok?" I nodded.

It was going to be tough. A thousand things were running through my head. Pedri was one of them, and I knew he was in the crowd. Alex too. God why do I do this to myself.

As I walked over to the fourth official, I could hear the crowd begin to get louder. I knew I was popular amongst the Barca fans, but hearing how excited they were to see me come on, gave me a new type of confidence.

I ran onto the pitch after I was subbed on, and genuinely put my heart into it. I had a few shots, although none were good enough to get past the keeper.

I built up with Keira, and finally had a chance to bury the game. I struck the ball with my laces from a few meters outside the box. I watched it curl into the top right of the goal and the crowd erupted.

I ran to the corner post where I did a knee slide, and was followed closely behind my teammates. Everyone was cheering.

The whistle blew after an agonizingly long fifteen minutes and the stadium erupted once more. We had slid past into a comfortable 1-0 win and I was absolutely buzzing. Jonatan pulled me in for a hug, and soon enough I was being thrown in the air by my teammates.

We did a lap of the field, taking photos and thanking the fans for supporting us. I had given my jersey to a young fan, in exchange for a bag of Haribos which were delicious.

When we had reached the bench and tunnel, I made direct eye contact with Pedri. It wasn't short either. He was still in the stands, in a full Barca tracksuit, looking down at me. And then he smiled.

I smiled back at him before I almost got practically tackled. Alex lifted me off the ground, and spun my around. "You did so well." He placed me back on the ground and leaned in for a kiss, I pulled back. "Oh, thanks Alex." I looked back into the crowd to where Pedri was standing, but I couldn't see him anymore.

"Please let me take you out tonight. I have us booked in for a beautiful Italian restaurant." I physically cringed. I don't know why I have such conflicting feeling towards Alex.

"Sorry Alex, but I've got recovery and stuff. I'd love to go another day." Lieeeeee. He looked down to the ground. "Yeah uh you're all good. Well done today." He smiled cowardly and grazed my arm before walking away.

"Rejected lover boy once again?" Salma came up to me, linking her arm through mine. I hadn't yet told her about Pedri. At first I didn't even see why I should, but I really needed to tell somebody.

"I feel like I'm leading him on, but I seriously do not wanna be his girlfriend or whatever he thinks we are." We walked into the tunnel and I was pulled into an interview.

"Y/N, that was a spectacular performance. However, many fans are confused as to why you weren't in the starting line up. Can you give us some insight into that?"

"Yeah well I wasn't training to me best standards in all honesty." The journalist nodded, signalling for me to continue. "Here at Barca everyone's replaceable. If you're not performing, someone else takes your place. It's the nature of this club. It's one of the reasons why I love it so much."

"How'd it feel to get a goal? It was a real tight game there, and you seemed to loosen it all up.

"I never take scoring for granted. It's a feeling I chase. As much as I love dribbling or assisting, or even tackling, nothing brings me as much joy as scoring does."

The interview continued for another couple of minutes before I made my way to a presumably empty changeroom.

Walking in, it was exactly what I guessed. I had a shower and changed into comfy clothes. Salma was driving us home, so she was probably waiting for me somewhere. I opened the door to leave the changeroom when I was met with a group. The group being Gavi, Pedri, and Salma.

Immediately, I made eye contact with Pedri who looked away. "Come on sissy, let's get home." We began walking in twos, Salma and I, Pedri and Gavi.

"You two were on fire today. There's surely a Ballon D'or coming your way Y/N." Gavi patted my back from behind, to which I turned around and smiled. "Thanks Pablo." Salma directed most of the conversation, Pedri barely spoke. Something was up with him.

"Pepi and I were so pissed when we couldn't see you on the starting lineup." Gavi said, making Pedri blush. "He started freaking out, thought you were injured and everything." I smiled to myself. It was cute I couldn't even lie.

"That's not true." His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. He was embarrassed and it was adorable.

"Salma I need to tell you something." She jumped over the couch and sat next to me. "Spill." She then handed me a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries.

"Ok. So I may have kissed Pedri. No he kissed me. But I kissed him back." Her jaw dropped, and jumped straight up, dancing around me. "I called it! I fucking knew it!" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah well you can calm it down because I think he hates me again." She sat down immediately. "Well you know how Alex came down?" She nodded. "Well I guess Pedri must've seen because he's been giving me the cold shoulder. He didn't even speak to me while we were all walking."

"So do you want me to set you two up?" I smacked her. "Don't you fucking dare."

omg guys sorry this took so long. lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part and send me reqs!!

PART THREE HEREEEE

#football #football fanfic #football imagine #enemies to lovers #pedri #pedri x you #pedri x reader #pedri fic #barca femeni #fc barcelona #barca #hector bellerin #football fic #footballer reader #pablo gavi #gavi #salma paralluelo

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peachirambles · 5 months

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I'm doing these two together because of their similarities and figured it would just be best to answer both of them at once.

As a preface: Qiu and the MC do have a crush on each other but neither of them have acted on it. So right now they are Very close friends but Tamarack and the MC are best friends. I went with a more fem leaning MC but they are still using they/them pronouns and are still nonbinary. Just because of who will be showing up in this drabble 😭

With that out of the way, here's the drabble! Hope yall enjoy Qiu being a certified #asshole

Qiu wasn't a jealous person. In fact, they were quite the opposite, growing up as the residental young boyish heart-throb of the young population had other people jealous of them for many reasons. Popularity, good looks, funny, and with a perchant for being kind to everyone they meet; they had heard the rumors of how some of the "friends" Qiu had were secretly trying to push others away from them just to horde their affection. Of course, Ren and Baxter always snuffed out those particular people's issues. Though that didn't stop Qiu from finding out that they unknowingly made people jealous of them. For a while, they had grown accustomed to it.

But then they moved in.

With their sincerity, kindness, and love; they ruined Qiu so thoroughly, down to their very being. Yet, Qiu couldn’t even complain. They would absolutely let the MC do it again and again to them. They were everything to them, and all they had to do was look pretty and bat their eyelashes at them to get them to do anything. They were completely head over heels screwed for them.

And it's what led them here now, sitting at the lunch table, silently fuming on the uncomfortable bench.

Fuming because they were the reason they were completely and madly green with envy at the sight of the MC being so close with Tamarack.

"Tamarack, your hair is so silky and has such gorgeous curls!" The MC preened as they started to make a small braid with some strands of Tamarack's hair.

"Ah, are they really?" Was Tamarack's reply, soft and questioning. For a second, it would have sounded truly genuine, and it might have been, but Qiu knew better.

Tamarack had lost all of her boisterous energy and know-it-all attitude that she wielded back in 2010, replaced with insecurities about everything and anything about herself. It was like watching a turtle shrink back into its shell, and a part of Qiu understood why.

But as they watched the MC comb and weave their beautiful fingers through Tamarack's sparkling hair; a much louder, nastier part of them yelled and screeched.

She's obviously fishing for compliments, she knows her hair is her best quality!

Her hair isn't even that pretty to begin with!

Why is the MC braiding her hair? She doesn't deserve it.

Is my hair not good enough to be braided?

Why her and not me!

"Anddd done!" The MC squeaked, snapping Qiu out of their momentary spiral as the group cooed and awed at the small braid, dangling next to Tamarack's ear. Much to Qiu's utter displeasure, Tamarack had the nerve to be bashful.

"It's so cute!" Serenity, one of Tamarack and the MC's friend, piped up. "Now you have two braids!"

"It does look very nice." Vianca hummed in approval, which made Tamarack fidget in place.

"You did a good job MC." Renee or Ren for short, the only ally Qiu supposedly had at this godforesaken table and the only reason why they were even sitting there, smiled at the both of them.

Why the hell was she on Tamarack's side?Almost everyone here don't even know she's a girl! Why are we even here?!

Qiu couldn’t help but grit their teeth in pure frustration. They couldn't even lie, it was a perfect braid and it suited Tamarack perfectly. But, if they were being honest, they had rather Tamarack have no-

"Qiu."

Qiu, once again, snapped out of their thoughts and turned to the source of the voice. It was Vianca of all people, with a smirk on her face. Usually, they didn’t a single shit about her, but for some reason, that shit eating smirk made Qiu's stomach drop.

"Aren't you going to... you know? Join in on the conversation or compliment the braid? You havs been staring at Tamarack for a hot minute now." She sneered at them, and Qiu's eyes widened as they realized she was completely right.

Tamarack had noticed Qiu's stare on her. Otherwise, she wouldn't be fidgeting with the hem of her sweater, her smile dropping into an uneasy line, and her plucked eyebrows furrowed. God, she made them truly sick sometimes.

"Qiu probably thinks it's fine." Ren chuckled, though it was obvious that there was nervous energy coating each sound. They felt a small jab on their foot, and they looked up to see Ren's hazelnut eyes staring back at them.

"Right, Qiu?"

Qiu knew what was happening. They made Tamarack feel bad, and now they had to sit there and pretend that they thought her and her stupid mini braid that the MC made was cute to save face. Their hands balled up into fists on the table for just a second before they took a simple breath in and exhaled, and their hands relaxed once more.

The MC is in front of them for fuck's sake, they can pretend to be fine.

"Sure. It's cute." Was Qiu's stiff reply.

There was a collective breath of relief from most of the table's patrons, and Tamarack glanced up at them for just a second, her eyes searching for something before-

"I'm so glad!" The MC nearly squealed before pulling Tamarack into a close hug, giddy from all the praise, and all poor Tamarack was able to muster out was a solid squeak.

"I been practicing and practicing with Tamarack's hair the past few days after school. I love messing with hair, and once I get better, I want to do-"

There was a solid slam that reverberated on the table that not only silenced them but silenced most of the chatter in the cafeteria. Qiu's palms stinged and burned from the impact of the force, but they didn't care.

Why should they when all they been hearing was just bragging and idolizing someone that wasn't quite frankly worth the MC's time?

"I am sooo happy that you love to do Tamarack's hair and that you just loveee to do everything with her." Qiu laughed but it wasn't remotely happy or earnest, but instead filled with a deep malice.

"Qiu-" Ren snapped but Qiu pressed on.

"But I quite frankly don't give a fuck enough to be caring about her damn braid to be complimenting it."

There was audible gasps and even some giggles from the other students who were listening in. Vianca, Renee and Serenity's faces were twisted in a state of shock and disgust. The nasty pit in them were reveling in it.

At least that was the case until their eyes wandered on Tamarack's face, flushed hot with embarrassment and shame. Her head was ducked down but they could hear her eyelashes furiously batting away the tears that were starting to form beyond the drumming of Qiu's heart in their ears.

And if that didn't make Qiu falter, then the look on their face certainly did. It wasn't shock, it wasn't anger; it was pure and unfiltered hurt and disappointment. That was easily enough for Qiu to stop, but as if feeling like they were controlled on strings, they spoke again.

"Now if all of you excuse me, I'm going to do something better with my time."

The poison in their words even shocked them, but before they could even process that, they felt their limbs run on auto pilot.

They snatched their bag and stormed out of the cafeteria much to the confused shouts of the group, but Qiu didn't care.

They had to get out of there! They had to!

Qiu felt the blood rush to their face in so many emotions, eyes stinging as tears filled their vision. As they side-stepped both faculty and students as they ran up the stairs, thoughts were running at them a mile an hour.

Why did I do that?!

Why didn't I do it sooner?!

Did you see the look on their faces!?

I made Tamarack cry!

It was so funny!

What is wrong with me?

It was great!

As Qiu barreled past the door and onto the rooftop, stopping to take a breath of fresh air, one single though ruminated in their head.

I hurt them. I hurt my best friend.

Qiu wasn't a jealous person. That's what they thought. But as they sat down on a bench, holding their head in their hands, that thought just wasn't true anymore.

They realized that maybe, just maybe something nasty had taken residence within them underneath their watch. Whatever that nasty thing was, Qiu thought, it had rotten them to their core.

Or worse, that nasty pit was there the entire time and Qiu was too tired to fight back anymore.

#our life now and forever #qiu lin #tamarack baumann #renee murray #olnf qiu #olnf tamarack #olnf renee #olnf vianca #olnf serenity #candy drabbles #yeah this one kinda got away from me?#i really liked exploring the nastier side of qiu #especially since That part of them rears its ugly head when their jealous #but i also wanted to write them realizing that they Do have a nasty side #way more than their inital cold front leads on #sm sm they let the intrusive thoughts win badly

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painted-bees · 5 months

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>>part i and ii<<

>>part iii, iv, and v<<

vi)

Rafael was running on fumes.

In retrospect, driving to and from Vancouver Island on only two distant hours of sleep was probably not the wisest choice he had ever made. But it had been the only choice. At least, that’s what he had felt. When he found her, Magritte was not herself. Her stare was vacant, and her words were vague and distant…he wasn’t even sure that she had recognized him.

That scared him the most.

It had taken him every ounce of self restraint not to smother her in a crushing, unending hug, not to kiss every inch of her face until she finally said his name–either in bemusement or irritation, he wouldn’t have cared which. The impulse to overwhelm her back to her senses almost robbed him of his own. But, he had managed. He had gotten her warm, dry, and hydrated and he kept his own shit together all the while. The euphoric relief of finding her–clashed with the disheartening terror of finding her unwell. He couldn’t, for the life of him, find any assurance that she was going to be alright.

Until, finally, she mentioned something about orcas.

Raf had been attempting to steal a wink of sleep in the cardeck of the Heriot Bay ferry when Magritte’s voice chimed energetically about having seen orcas. It was hoarse and raspy, yes, but it was her. The broad, open mouthed smile he saw on her face when he opened his eyes–it was her. And then, they had a conversation. A proper conversation. As they did, all the adrenaline that had been keeping him alert and awake slowly evaporated out of his body.

Margie was okay.

And he–

He was so, so…so fucking tired.

The car ride across Quadra Island had been alright. He kept Magritte awake by telling her about the flooding he saw, how it had even waterlogged the campsite. He told her about calling in the missing person report, and about sheepishly calling again while waiting for the ferry–to inform that he had found her. He told her about the weird, disjointed conversations they had, before she had fully come-to…how it was a lot like the funny little conversations he’d sometimes have with her while she was fast, fast asleep in the middle of the night.

In turn, Magritte told him about more of her memories as they came to her. She asked if he knew anything about a kind of orange starfish with thirteen legs. She told him what it felt like to be suddenly whisked away by the tide, and boasted to him about how nonchalanty she had managed to compose herself afterward.

“I thanked the orcas for showing up, and then I was like ‘please don’t flay me, l-m-a-o’.”

Apparently, that was the last thing she remembered.

The lack of closure provided by the gaps in her recollection didn’t seem to bother Margie much–but it gnawed at Raf. Even if the tide had somehow pushed her back onto shore, Magritte should have been hypothermic. She had been shivering from the cold when he found her, but her body was hot–feverish. Raf couldn’t conjure an explanation in his mind for how she had survived, or how he had found her walking back home. He hoped to get some answers at the hospital.

When he and Magritte both cited the tidal swell as the cause of Magritte's injuries, the doctor cleaning her wounds seemed dismissive. The same way the lady who had received Raf’s missing person report seemed dismissive. Upon meeting the doctor’s subtle incredulity, both Raf and Margie dropped mention of the tidal event in favour of simply agreeing that she had been swimming irresponsibly and was dragged out by a riptide in the middle of the night. It wasn’t a detail they had planned to abandon together, but operating on the same exhausted wavelength, they simultaneously agreed that vying for the doctor’s belief wasn’t worth the energy.

Raf might have been a lot more bothered by the doctor’s impersonal aloofness–if he wasn’t so damn tired. Whether the doctor genuinely cared about Margie’s wellbeing or not didn’t terribly matter. Raf oversaw the man as he worked, confident that the doctor would be less likely to disregard Magritte’s comfort while he was being watched.

Despite receiving a local anaesthetic that numbed her hands, Magritte kept her head turned away–her eyes wrenched shut–as the doctor flushed saline solution through the gashes carved into her palms and fingers. Raf, on the other hand, took the opportunity to observe the full extent of damage that had been done. The deeper lacerations appeared to have been filled with some manner of black, tarry silt. The saline that went into those wounds came out faintly red at first, and then ran suddenly black and thick with mud. Once the tarry mud had been flushed, the solution flowed deep crimson with blood for a brief while, until it cleared up again–but never as faintly as it had begun. The mud had been…almost scab-like in how it suppressed the bleeding.

The doctor muttered; more to himself than to his deliberately inattentive patient. “How’d you pack so much dirt into these..? Must have been one hell of a current.”

Within at least one of the freshly cleaned wounds on her palms, Raf caught a glimpse of white beneath the thick layer of pink and bleeding flesh–bone or cartilage, he couldn’t tell. It bothered him enough, though, that he felt compelled to ask something on Magritte’s behalf. But…

Raf cleared his throat. “"Pardon, pouvez-vous parler français?"

Whether it was because he was focused on his task, or because the question struck him as strange, the doctor was slow to answer. “Je peux, pourquoi?”

“Au cas où la réponse est mauvaise, je ne veux pas la contrarier.” Raf said, plainly, with an alleviating smile to avoid piquing Magritte’s concern.

“Qu'est-ce qu'il y a?”

Performing a lighthearted shrug and a sheepish grin, Raf replied, “Elle est musicienne–pianiste. Est-ce que ses blessures vont affecter son jeu au piano?”

Raf watched the doctor hesitate before sighing through his nose. Unfortunately, he wasn’t interested in playing along with Raf’s diversionary nonchalantness. “C'est dur à dire. Des dommages aux nerfs sont bien possibles. Ce genre d'abrasions ont tendance à s'infecter.” The doctor then looked at Magritte rather sternly. “You’re going to need to keep your hands clean and–importantly–keep them dry. If you want them to make a full recovery, don’t use them until the stitches come out.” He nodded to Raf. “Make him do everything around the house, doctor’s orders.”

Raf set his jaw in annoyance.

Magritte, apparently surprised at being addressed, turned to the doctor with wide eyes. “He already does!”

Her candid defence disarmed Raf completely, and won a genuine smirk from him. He straightened his back with a small surge of pride.

“Good, that means you’ll have no excuse the next time I see you.” The doctor stepped back from her, having completed the task of cleaning her abrasions. “Let’s get you stitched up, then.”

Magritte’s complexion was naturally very pale, and the chill she had caught made her paler yet. Raf hadn’t thought it possible for living flesh to be wholly devoid of colour–but any hue left on Magritte’s face ghosted away as she watched the doctor ready his suturing instruments. Raf could scarcely provide more than a pitying smile. He moved in closer to her, and caressed her hair as a way of distraction. Unfortunately, the tried and true ‘hold my hand and squeeze as hard as you need’ was, well…Her hands wouldn’t be holding anything anytime soon.

Thankfully, the doctor worked quickly, and Raf had kept Magritte’s mind occupied by talking about ice cream, pretending to forget what her favourite flavours were so that she’d tell him about all of them. Mint chip, cookie dough, and around-the-world chocolate, all absolute bangers, by Magritte’s tastes.

“Also,” Raf reminded her, “strawberry rhubarb, no? The homemade stuff sold out the back of that one house on the bay, specifically.”

“Yeah, but that one’s obscene! It’s so good, it’s not even fair to count it as ice cream!”

When all was said and done, the hospital sent Magritte home with sutures in both hands, as well as her left elbow, knee, shin, and the underside of her right forearm. Each area was lightly dressed and well wrapped. Raf had received a sizable little goodie bag of gauze, bandages, polysporin, and naproxen, as well as antibiotics for her sore throat and fever. The dazed state he had found Magritte in was, apparently, the symptom of a concussion. Aside from instructing Raf to wake her up every few hours and assess her condition, the doctor seemed to have no real concern about her head. Raf just had to trust him on that.

Magritte was alive and well…ish. She wasn’t in any danger. Her health had been seen to and confirmed by a medical professional–he had no choice but to trust that she was going to be just fine. Finally liberated from panicked urgency, Raf was left vulnerable to a nearly debilitating fatigue, and it settled upon him like a stone.

The same oppressive exhaustion seemed to have burdened Margie, as well. Soon after they had turned out of the hospital parking lot, she fell fast asleep in the passenger seat next to him. He let her. Though he would have appreciated a conversation to keep his own consciousness from drifting, she needed the rest more badly than he did, and a sleepy Magritte never made for very rousing conversation anyways. As a little treat to himself, he picked up a coffee from a drive-through, on the way out of Campbell River. It was a poor replacement for Margie’s adorable chatter but it was certainly better than nothing.

The final ferry off of Quadra was, by far, the greatest test of his resolve, and he finally forfeited to sleep during the forty-five minute ride. The PA system had failed to wake him, but the loud diesel engine of the truck parked next to him did the job just fine when it roared to life in preparation of departing.

Thankfully, the road from there was as empty and uneventful as the island’s roads always were. At 4:12pm, Raf’s little sedan finally rolled down the long, uneven driveway to the cottage. Parking his car and turning off the engine, he dropped his head back against his seat and let out a long, alleviated sigh.

Without lifting his head, Raf cast his gaze towards the prodigal goblin passed out beside him. She’d be the ruin of his life; all because she was what made it worth living. Eventually, he’d find his own legs to stand on in that regard. But the events of the past twenty-four hours laid bare to him just how much work yet needed to be done towards that end.

Be patient with yourself. It’s been…a rough fucking year.

A rough year, but things were okay. Margie was okay. He was okay.

“Margie, hun.” Raf reached over to smooth back her hair and gave her neck a gentle rub. “We’re home.”

“...Already?” Slowly, Magritte sat up and pried her eyes open. Her brow furrowed deeply over a squinted gaze and she looked so…pained.

“Yeah.” Raf unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door. “Hang on.” He grabbed the bag of medical goodies from the back seat before coming around to Magritte’s side of the car and opening the door for her.

All he had to contend with was the fatigue of a sleepless, stressful night–and it had hit him hard on the ride home. Magritte had the night’s fatigue as well, no doubt, but she also had the additional delight of physical trauma. Much like the exhaustion, the pain of being pummelled by Poseidon’s angry fists undoubtedly made itself fully apparent to her as the adrenaline, local anaesthetic, and pain medication waned. It showed in the wary stiffness of her slow, careful movements.

One of her flip-flop adorned feet emerged from the car, and then another. Raf helped her up, careful to grab hold of her right elbow and not graze the minefield of fresh sutures hidden beneath the loose sleeves of her sweater. She crawled up the porch stairs with little more than a limp, and patiently waited as Raf unlocked the front door.

She was sluggish getting up the narrow, steep flight of stairs to the second floor, but otherwise had no trouble making the climb. Somewhat reluctantly, Raf had to stop her from b-lining to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Hold up, hang on. Over here, first.” Hands on her waist, he gently–somewhat playfully–pulled her back and steered her towards the bathroom. She immediately knew what it was about.

“Y-yeah…okay. S’fair. I gotta destink.”

“That, and if we want any hope of combing these tangles out, it’s gonna require an entire bottle of conditioner.” As Magritte was in the careful process of removing her sweater, Raf managed to excavate a piece of foliage out of her matted curls before helping her pull the garment over her head. “You’ve got like…a whole cluster of burs stuck in there somehow.”

For the first time since leaving the hospital, Raf realised the extent of the work ahead of him. Literally everything about preparing for–and taking–a shower required the use of hands. And, unfortunately, Magritte wasn’t the sort to wait on him for something as simple as turning on the faucet. She jumped ahead to carry out the task, and winced through the pain of it.

“Margie…”

“Wait, no…what? No…” Her words were drawn out in a whine as she came to Raf’s same realisation. “I don’t want to be treated like a decrepit old lady until my hands are better. It’s probably okay to do like…little stuff, right?”

“Little stuff, very infrequently, I'm sure is fine” Raf relented. “But you heard the doctor as well as I did.” He removed the shower head from its bracket. “Anyways, let’s try to keep soap and water away from your stitches for now. Sit on the side of the tub, and I’ll wash your hair.”

Magritte did as he asked, sitting down and holding her bandaged hands limply between her knees. Raf had to bring the heat of the water up to near scalding before the shuddering from her feverish chills relented. Once the water ran nice and hot, however, she closed her eyes and melted beneath his fingertips as he massaged shampoo into her scalp.

Getting all the detritus out of her hair was a task and a half. The leaves, twigs, and grass came out easily enough, but the burs required copious amounts of conditioner and patience. Until then, her hair had felt brittle and harsh, like dry hay. Thankfully, the conditioner pulled through in rehydrating her thick, curly locks, imparting it with a tropical coconut scent that was far more pleasant than ‘shoreline rot’. Employing the help of a comb, Raf was able to brush out the burs and tangles with a very gentle hand.

It took Raf the better part of an hour to scrub the reek of sea decay off Margie and clear her hair of knots and debris. She seemed even more relieved than he was when he reached for the towel after one last rinse. Equal parts boredom, ache, and sleepiness likely contributed to that. He threw the towel over her soggy nest of hair and tousled it vigorously, knowing he had no more than ten seconds to get her dried off before she felt compelled to get up and leave.

Sure enough, he’d only just started to pat the towel down her back before she picked herself restlessly up off the side of the tub and began limping eagerly out the bathroom door.

“You’re not dry yet,” he called fruitlessly after her.

“I’ll put a towel under my head, don’t worry.” Her answer arrived after she had disappeared into the hall, but Magritte poked her head back into the bathroom again to make a plain request. “Come nap with me.”

With a sigh, Raf pulled himself to his feet, and grabbed a dry towel off the rack before joining her in the hall. She scurried into the bedroom with haste motivated by feverish chill and, as he watched her, Raf took inventory of the scrapes and bruises he could see discolouring her skin. The ocean had thoroughly battered her…but it returned her to him, alive.

A burning ember or resentment seared his mood for a brief moment before being smothered by thankfulness–with a conscious and very deliberate effort.

In the bedroom, Magritte had already begun shimmying under the blankets before Raf reached over to lay the fresh towel neatly over her pillow. At least this way, once her hair was properly dry, she could just shove the towel off the bed and not have to suffer a damp cushion under her head.

Even with the exciting prospect of comfortable sleep motivating her, Magritte's movements were as restrained as she was capable of making them; cautious not to aggravate her sore muscles, tender bruises, or painful stitches. Still, she winced and let out a whine that dissolved into a self-depreciative little chuckle as she failed to navigate her injuries carefully.

Raf was too tired to oblige the impulse of asking her to slow down. She wouldn’t have listened to him anyway. Magritte was very intent on nestling into bed, wearing only the bandaged dressings that covered the worst of her lacerations. He couldn’t blame her. As he tucked her underneath the thick, heavy duvet in an automatic gesture of habit, his entire body begged him to join her. He removed his sweater jacket and shirt–and intended to leave his jeans on until he considered what the coarse denim would do if it managed to graze any one of the raw, red scrapes on Magritte’s legs. There were still a number of things he needed to take care of around the house before he passed out for the evening, and so he didn’t plan on napping for very long–but regardless of that, the jeans came off before he crawled into bed.

He sank into the mattress, beneath the large duvet and next to Magritte. Laying with her back to him, she favoured the left side of her body and rested all her weight onto the right side. Raf reached over to caress her damp, clean locks of hair before leaning over to plant a small kiss just above her ear.

“You can cuddle me, if you’re brave.” Her eyes were already closed, but a coy smile warmed her face. “I know I’m literally being held together by threads, but I promise I won’t fall apart if you hug me.”

Raf hesitated for a moment as he considered the logistics, and then answered Magritte by gently, carefully snaking an arm around her waist. As he closed the space between them, he gingerly tucked his knees between hers, mindful of the bandaging on her left leg. Suddenly, he was happy to have shed most of his clothes. Magritte’s body temperature was running so hot, it threatened to cook him.

She provided a little wiggle as she nestled comfortably into his arms. A content little hum escaped her. “Are you in your own head right now?”

“Not really. Trying not to be,” Raf replied honestly.

“Okay. You’re just kinda quiet.”

“Tired.”

She turned her head towards him, but couldn’t move enough to meet his gaze. “Are you gonna be alright?”

“Yeah.” He had already determined that much for himself.

He buried his nose into her coconut-scented curls and lightly squeezed his arms around her in an appreciatively reassuring gesture. She was the one who had spent the past twenty four hours being violently tossed around by the sea, freezing, narrowly avoiding death, and getting stitched back together again–but naturally, she was concerned to know if he was alright. Because he was being quiet.

“You know…” He recalled something she had said to him one evening.

It had been after one of the more difficult days the year had doled out to him and it made him especially despondent and not at all pleasant to sit with. He had received an email from his mother. In it, she had outlined her disappointment for the way he handled the matter of his uncle’s body and funeral. Her wording was–as always–carefully crafted to wring as much guilt and anger out of him as humanly possible. Apparently, choosing to honour his uncle’s wishes–by following the clear instructions written in his will–had done a great deal of emotional harm to his father and his grandmother, both who’d have loved the closure of seeing him one last time. It was, in her words, a betrayal of love and trust that she never imagined him capable of. This, despite the fact that he couldn’t have stopped them from attending the funeral if they had actually cared enough to show up for it. That shitty email had coloured his mood for the rest of the week, but the way his misery affected Margie had been especially clear to him that evening. She had remained quiet in his company, and made herself as small as she could–as though she were being punished by him just feeling his own damn feelings. It had bothered him to the point of asking why she wouldn’t go somewhere else for a while. If shit was so difficult for her, why didn’t she just leave?

She had looked him squarely in the eyes, with an expression of frustrated conviction so intensely uncharacteristic of her–it seared into his brain.

Raf sighed into her hair. “When you told me that you’d stick with me ‘through hell or high water’, I thought you were being hyperbolic.”

“Hah-!” Magritte’s weak, but triumphant laugh was accompanied by a little wiggle. “Joke’s on you, nerd. You’re stuck with me. Absolutely poached.” There was a long pause before her hoarse, groggy voice added one last, conclusive, “...Sucker.”

“Mmh.” It was yet another little piece of proof he could add to his growing arsenal of defence against the inevitable cycle of paranoid musings. “You know what’s kinda neat?”

“...Hm?”

“I love you a whole heck of a lot.” He replied.

Or, rather–he thought he replied. In truth, he barely managed to mutter the first three words before sleep took him.

–

Raf’s eyes snapped open at the sudden sound of…something very near to his ear; some manner of organic clicking. An owl just outside the window? Or–

A snore rose up from the source of heat between his arms, followed by the sound of lips smacking quietly.

Ah.

Magritte was not usually a loud sleeper. Unless she was sick, her breath usually emerged as little sighs that purred very lightly in her throat; audible, but by no means disruptive. Her illness, however, was apparent in more than just her snores. The heat that radiated off her body had roasted him while he napped. The stubborn euphoria of being able to hold her close after fearing he’d never have the chance to do so again–struggled to compete with the humid discomfort of sweating flesh and damp bed sheets.

Still, he hesitated to move. Margie, who had the compulsive tendency to fidget, wiggle, and shift restlessly, had apparently remained perfectly still in his arms. She laid with her back flush against him, her knees and elbows exactly where they had been before he had fallen asleep. Raf figured that once she settled into a position that wasn’t painful, she simply refused to comprise it by moving even an inch.

Reluctantly, slowly, he withdrew his legs from between hers, uncoiled his arm from around her waist, and sat up. The chilly air outside of the blankets met him as a relief. The sun had fully set, and the cold glow of the moon outside blended with the warm light from the downstairs kitchen window, dimly lighting his bedroom. He turned his gaze to the digital clock on his nightstand.

7:08pm.

He rubbed his face, feeling more awake than he ought to after less than two hours of sleep. Remembering the doctor’s instruction, Raf performed the unconscionable task of waking Magritte up. First, he ran fingers through her hair and, when that failed to stir her, he leaned over to kiss the exposed side of her face.

Finally, he gave her shoulder a gentle shake. “Margie.”

She inhaled sharply, curling into herself. As the deep breath turned into a yawn, she began unfurling into a stretch. A quiet whimper of pain escaped her as she abruptly halted the gesture, and Raf winced for her. Curling back into her original position, Margie let out a disgruntled hum. She had no intention of pandering to consciousness.

“Margie.” Raf’s voice took on an apologetic tone. He got to his feet, sliding off his side of the bed, and rounded to her side. Crouching to be at eye level with her, he smoothed back her hair in gentle but deliberately rousing strokes. “How are you feeling? How’s your head?”

“...S’fine.” She didn’t open her eyes.

“Yeah? Can you look at me?”

Reluctantly, she obliged him, forcing her eyes open. “No concussion stuff happening.”

Raf rewarded her with a smile. “How about everything else? How’s the naproxen holding up?”

“Oh,” Magritte closed her eyes again and swallowed, “yeah–no, I could use more of that.”

“Alright.” Raf stood up and looked for his pants. “Are you hungry?”

“No, no…”

“Can I make you some tea?”

“Okay.”

“Will you drink it?”

Magritte lifted her head just enough to look at him as he buttoned his jeans. “What kind of tea?”

Raf provided a sheepish grin that she couldn’t see as he turned to pick his t-shirt up off the floor. “Neocitran.”

As he expected, Margie dropped her head back onto her pillow with a dissatisfied groan. “I guess.”

“You’re sweating buckets and you haven’t eaten anything all day.”

“It tastes like stomach acid.”

“Yeah, well…electrolytes.” He pulled his shirt on, over his head, and smoothed it down. “Try not to crash too hard, I’ll be back in a few.”

“...Okay.” But sleep had clearly already won her.

Standing in the open bedroom doorway, Raf hesitated for a moment before deciding not to pester her further. He exited into the hall and quietly closed the door behind him.

Downstairs, the little black wood stove–who’s chimney pipe ran through the very centre of the cottage–had burned its wood down to embers. Raf’s first order of business was to stoke it back up into a fire that’d last the night. He opened the front of the stove slowly, careful to avoid receiving a face full of smoke. Using a fire poker, he smoothed out the coals before layering blocks of firewood atop them, as far back as he could manage. He let it burn, leaving the stove door slightly ajar while he turned his attention towards preparing Magritte’s tea.

In the kitchen, Raf filled an electric kettle with water and plugged it in before rummaging the cupboards for a coffee mug and the box of Neocitran. As he emptied a packet of the medicinal tea powder into the cup, he heard Magritte near him.

“...Raf.”

Her voice had been hoarse and raspy since he found her, but just then–the way it seemed to waver, tremble, and barely find purchase in her throat–she sounded like hell.

“Hun,” Raf furrowed his brow in concern as he turned to look at her, “you should be in–”

He paused, staring across the empty room behind him. “...Bed.”

Curiously, he doubled back to look into the living room and towards the stairs. Margie wasn’t there.

Chalking it up to his imagination, Raf took the opportunity to fully close the front of the wood stove before stepping back into the kitchen. It’d be a while before the water in the kettle started boiling.

“...Raf.” Her voice, again.

He paused again, trying to discern where it was coming from.

“...Raf.”

His gaze followed the sound of Magritte’s voice, to the left and…out the kitchen window.

“I’m sorry…Raf.”

Across the small grassy clearing in front of the porch, at the shadowy edge of the treeline, two large pupils reflected moonlight towards him. The eyes could have belonged to a deer, except the silhouette that broke through the boughs of spruce and cedar trees was distinctly un-deerlike in shape. It stared at him, unblinking, one dark, impossibly long and slender arm lifting a bough over its head, the other arm hanging past its knee. Impossibly long and slender; the entire shape of it.

“...Raf.” It had Margie’s voice.

Raf watched it for a moment longer, his expression no different than if he were observing some manner of common wildlife. As the sound of boiling water met his ear, he returned his attention to the task at hand with a long sigh.

This better not be how I discover I’m schizophrenic. He unplugged the kettle and poured hot water into the mug.

“...it was….supposed to be…” Margie’s awful sounding voice trailed off before returning to its favourite word again, “...Raf.”

Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, Raf began to stir the contents of the medicinal drink, watching the powder dissolve. Ages ago, a psychiatrist had once cautioned him to the non-zero chance that he could, eventually, find himself experiencing hallucinations; a lovely piece of genetic inheritance from the grandfather on his mother’s side–a man who had thrown himself into traffic decades before Raf was ever born.

With half-lidded disinterest, he watched the last of the powder dissolve away before pulling a second mug out of the overhead cabinet. He poured hot water into this one, too, but elected to forgo the Neocitran in favour of a chamomile tea bag. As he added a small splash of milk and a spoon of honey, the ghostly ill sound of Magritte’s voice continued to beckon him from the yard. The flash of moonlight reflecting off the two large, unblinking eyes still glinted at him in the periphery of his vision.

He had to admit, if he did carry a genetic predisposition for something like schizophrenia, the environment was exceptionally ripe for it to finally rear its head. He had just lived through the most stressful twenty-four hours of his life–at the tail end of the most stressful year of his life.

He measured that thought for a second. Was it as stressful as Juilliard? As stressful as the year prior to Juilliard?

Perhaps not…but as hellish as those years had been, they didn’t carry nearly as much heartache. Juilliard and the three ring circus shit-show his mother had put him through were stresses that he could wish and plan to escape from. The untimely death of his loved ones, on the other hand–the two unconditional beacons of trust, warmth, and guidance he had grown to depend on–wasn’t something he could claw himself away from. The scars of their absence would be a permanent wound he simply had to live though. His uncle was a permanent wound.

But Magritte–

“...Raf.”

Raf groaned, a touch irritated at having his thoughts interrupted by the not-Margie thing goading him from the side yard.

Having stirred milk and honey into the chamomile tea, he took the mug up in his hands and carried it out the side door, onto the porch. He walked up to the railing, overlooking the small clearing.

“Well, if you want your tea, you’re gonna have to come out from under the trees.” His voice was as plain as though he were addressing a neighbour.

The long, slender silhouette stood unmoving, its moony gaze unblinking. It said nothing in response.

“Yeah, alright.” He placed the mug of tea down on the lowest porch step leading into the side yard. “Well, I’m not going out there, so… It’s here if you want it. I’d have appreciated…you know…some confirmation that you’re real. But sure, whatever. This is chill too, I guess.”

Raf turned back into the cottage, closing and locking the door behind him. If this was a hallucination, then he’d deal with it later. It could wait until Margie got better, until he had gotten a proper time away from the city…until he was good and ready to return. Until then, he’d manage it on his own terms, the way that felt right.

With chamomile, milk, and honey. >>part vii and viii<<

#Hi-Note #Cortes finally shows up in this one!!#also this part runs really long (12 pages) and so it gets to be its own post.#parts vii and viii will be the final post of this little story tidbid <3 so stay tuned.#I hope you enjoy :D #rafael #magritte #cortes

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