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The Soulmate Theory - Todoroki Shouto x Reader

I welcome you to my probably last-ever Soulmate fic. As much as I love reading this trope, it's gotten harder and harder to write. I hope you like it. This is for @shoulmate

Trope: You share your Soulmate's pain.

Soulmates used to be a thing.

A long, long time ago, way before the first ever Quirk was documented, Soulmate bonds were just as common as Quirks are nowadays.

Your grandmother used to be fascinated by it, told you stories about her grandmother who was convinced she shared a soulmate bond even though not one case had been documented in the last hundred years before her.

It’s only natural, you’d say, that you didn’t realize you had one. After all, why would you think that?

Pain has always been part of your life.

Your wrists hurt and your legs hurt and your back hurts and your stomach hurts… all the time. The doctors cannot find anything, some even accuse you of pretending for attention. You’d gladly trade all that attention against a pain-free day.

Your Quirk’s Telekinesis and you’re so glad about it, because how else would you be able to move that pen and write that notes when your hands hurt like this?

You’re getting better at it too, threading a needle or picking up the last grain of rice with your thoughts alone.

A dull ache has settled behind your left eye after what has been the most intense pain flare you’ve ever had. All you want to do is rest.

But your mind is reeling, craving an outlet for all the thoughts inside your head.

Your restless eyes find some fabric in the corner of the room. Soon enough a few needles are working their magic, a creation coming to life before your eyes.

You might not be able to walk around most days, but at least you can still create outfits you’d love to flaunt in.

Years later

“Can you take over my student?” Kameko asks, “He wants a completely new costume.”

“What year?”

“First year. And his old one wasn’t even destroyed.”

“So? Maybe he found something out about himself.”

She huffs. “Please? I still have to finish Amajiki’s new design and you know how anxious he gets.”

“Yeah, no problem. Can you take another first year off my plate then? His name is Midoriya and he ripped it in half, it seems.”

“Oh yeah, give it to me.”

Someone clears their throat. You look up from your work into a set of heterochromatic eyes, one blue, one grey.

“Yes?” You ask. “How can I help you?”

“I’m here for my new Costume.”

“Are you Midoriya?” You point at the green fabric on your desk, or rather what’s left of the costume.”

“No, I’m Todoroki Shouto.”

“Ah,” Kameko doesn’t even look guilty at being caught. “You’re with her then. Do you need the think tank?” She points at the cubicle where you can go and plan outfits.

Todoroki looks like he isn’t quite sure, so you carefully slide off your chair and shuffle over.

“Come, come,” you wave at him, “It’s never wrong to brainstorm.”

“Are you hurt?” He asks and has the decency not to point at how you clearly favor your left leg.

“Not more than usual,” you try to joke and though he looks a little confused, he doesn’t ask more questions.

Todoroki is a quiet individual. He’s not shy, that you perceive immediately, but he makes sure to check if he’s allowed to speak before he opens his mouth.

He’s also insanely pretty, the red, rough skin over his left eye giving him even more appeal. But he’s also one year younger than you, so you keep those thoughts locked away in the back of your head.

“If you want to change the design, we can do that, no problem.” You remind him when you’ve finally found something he seems almost happy with.

“I don’t want to cause you more work.”

“If you don’t cause me any work I’d have nothing to do,” you joke and he looks at you quietly for a while. You wonder if he’s ruminating over your joke or waiting for you to talk on and sadly, you’re more than likely to ramble in a confusing silence.

You gesture, somehow now talking about the importance of fresh orange juice for the human body, a topic you didn’t even know you could talk about beforehand when your hand connects harshly with the door behind you. Your wrist catches the doorknob and the pain is immediate, sharp and cool, like you’d imagine being stabbed with an icicle would feel like.

Todoroki hisses behind you and you’d compliment him on the empathy if it wouldn’t hurt like that.

When you turn, hand pressed against your chest, he’s cradling his own hand before dropping it. “Musclespasm,” he explains quietly, offering you a hand that is covered in ice. “Do you want me to cool it? It helps.”

“I’d like to add some more details to my costume,” Todoroki approaches you with a Bento Box in hand.

You nod, unable to speak for a moment as you focus your Quirk on a particularly tough seam.

“No problem, as I said. What’s it about?”

“Could we use the think tank?”

You turn to check but it’s clearly occupied.

“Sadly not. Is it more complicated then?” You nod at the Bento Box. “Do you think it will keep us occupied during lunch break?”

“No, this is…” Todoroki hesitates for a second before holding it out to you. “It’s just something I wanted to give you. My sister made these.”

You open it with curious fingers to reveal twelve perfectly shaped cookies.

“That’s lovely, but why me?”

His cheeks turn pink and his lips curl into an adorable pout before he eventually talks.

“I mentioned that I was pleased with the changes and she told me to say thank you.”

“Aww,” you coo. “Your older sister then?”

“Yes,” the pout exaggerates, “I would have said thank you without her intervening.”

“Of course you’d have.” - “But my cookies didn’t turn out good.”

You both speak at the same time, or rather you accidentally interrupted him and he still talked on.

You stare at him now, mouth agape as you process his words.

“You made cookies for me?”

“Yes,” Todoroki nods, “I wanted to say thank you.”

“It’s my job.”

“I still want to say thank you.”

“Next time,” you joke, not quite realizing what you’re saying until it has left your lips and your brain has caught on, “just bring me the Cookies you made. It’s the thought that counts.”

He stares at you with wide eyes for what feels like eternity before a soft pink blush blooms on his cheeks.

You hide your own face in the box of Cookies, hope that he won’t hear the thunderous beating of your heart over the noise of you eating one.

They’re delicious. Of course they are.

You don’t know how or when or even why, but clearly, there’s a friendship growing between you and Todoroki Shouto. He’s stopped claiming he’s only dropping in for new additions to his costumes and in turn you’ve tried quite a few of his food creations, each one of them worse than the last.

But he’s cute and honest and real about it and you couldn’t do better if you tried anyway.

Your pain, however, doesn’t stop just because you’ve found work you enjoy or friends to spend your time with.

There are days where you cannot get out of bed. Days where strong painkillers allow you to get to school only for everything to go past you because those painkillers leave you loopy and tired, falling asleep over some costume in the early afternoon hours.

At least you’re not in the Hero Course, you think on the worst days, because you’ve seen the bruises Training leaves on Shouto’s arms and legs.

That’s before you realize that Training is the least of all his problems.

Third Year

“How are you?” You ask, because what else do you ask your Crush Slash Good Friend you haven’t seen in months?

Shouto’s got new scars, he’s grown, and he’s fought in a war while you were bedridden from pain, your mother scared out of her depths that you’d die in an attack, unable to move.

But you survived and so did he and if you can believe what you’ve heard on the news, he’s found out some things about his family too.

“Tired,” he admits, dragging a hand through his hair, “I missed you.”

You wonder how hard it was for him to admit that.

��“Think tank?” You ask, slipping off your chair when he nods.

The last few days have been painless and even though you’re anxious about what’s to come after that, you can’t help but enjoy it.

When the door closes after him, you realize just how small that cubicle really is.

Or maybe it’s just that Shouto doesn’t step away like he used to do, staying so close to you that you could count every single one of his long lashes if you wanted to.

“Can I hug you?” He asks and you nod, unable to say anything, even less when he pulls you in.

He’s tall and strong, cool on one side and warm on the other and your face nuzzles into his neck like it was meant to be like that anyway.

You don’t speak for a while, just hold each other in the semi-privacy this room provides.

“I want to take care of you,” Shouto whispers at some point. “Can I?”

Somehow it doesn’t surprise anyone that you two end up dating.

Your third year is almost painless.

Sure, there are frequent days where you’re sore for no reason whatsoever, but that is nothing against the blinding pain that had tied you to a bed for weeks before.

Sometimes, Shouto pouts about that. He thinks it’s his job as your boyfriend to look after you and what good is he for if you don’t need looking after?

His friends tell you that he’s less reckless now - as if he’d ever been - making sure to keep himself safe because you need him.

You’ve met his sister, one of his older brothers and his mother, all of them nice, though maybe a bit distanced.

Emotional vulnerability doesn’t seem to come easy to them.

Shouto, however, likes to talk about his feelings in depth. And he wants to know how you’re feeling too, listening with wide eyes as you explain.

Should it be weird that you’re dating someone younger than you? If so, you’re doing it wrong.

The first(?) hint

“Do we need anything from the store?” You ask, phone crammed between your ear and shoulder as you grab your stuff from the passenger seat.

“I was going to get the groceries,” Shouto huffs on the other side of the call and you can see it, how he pouts at the thought that you’re doing it instead of him.

“I was already on my way. You can do the laundry.”

“I hate doing the laundry,” he groans and you giggle. “I know. I’m going to help you with it, don’t worry.”

“I could cook,” he offers and you giggle again, opening the door to step out. “As much as I love you, Shouto, I don’t love your cooking.”

“Fine,” he says, sounding exactly like a child that didn’t get its way, “But we do face-masks while doing the laundry.”

“Of course. I’ll call you back later, okay? I need both hands for shopping.”

“Sure. I’ll buy you more headphones in the meantime.”

There are a few more teasing remarks, a last “I love you” and then you shove your phone back in your purse and turn to where you think the shopping carts are located.

You don’t see the step in front of you before it’s too late and then you’re tumbling through the air. It happens slowly and then all at once and you’re not really sure what hurt first and what hurts the most.

For a moment you’re just lying there, face down on the pavement, trying not to puke, collecting your thoughts as if they scattered on your floor just like your open purse.

Your phone starts ringing and that seems the most manageable task so you pick it up from right in front of you and press it against your ear.

“Yes?” You ask.

“Love, are you okay?” Shouto sounds worried.

“No, I just tripped and fell,” you pick your head up from the asphalt and squint at your stuff in front of you, “in the middle of the parking lot.”

“Just after you hung up I felt a lot of pain and I just… I knew it was you.”

It keeps happening after that.

It doesn’t help that you’re clumsy, but maybe that’s for the best now, as you try and figure out this weird coincidence.

If you hurt yourself, Shouto feels the pain.

If Shouto hurts himself, you feel the pain.

It’s only after he almost gets buried by a collapsing building that you actually tell a Doctor. Or rather Midoriya unloads all the Data he has collected on the poor, unassuming Recovery Girl.

The most likely answer, as strange as it might sound, is the Soulmate Theory.

“Since you’re the first documented case in hundreds of years we don’t have anything to prove this theory. But I’m quite positive that more cases will follow.”

You blink back at her, not quite understanding. Shouto’s left hand, one of the few places of his that are not covered in bandages, squeezes yours.

“You know what that means, right?” He asks.

“Yeah. We’re most definitely never going to break up.”

His eyes widen in a way you’ve grown familiar with. No matter how long you’ve been dating, you still seem to be able to surprise him.

“No,” he presses out weakly, “I meant… That all the pain you went through as a child and teenager, that was me. It’s my fault.”

You lean down to press a kiss to the little spot above his eyebrows that has come away unscathed.

“I’m not saying it was nice, but if I could take at least a little bit of the pain you went through, I’d say it was worth it.”

You’re pretty sure Shouto would disagree, but in your eyes Soulmates are not quite as fancy as they’re made out to be.

After all, you found him on your own, didn’t you?

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baby come back

♡ STEVE HARRINGTON'S MASTERLIST ♡

❁ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❁

This is a sequel to "Careless Whisper"

✧ Summary : they say "you should leave all the past behind" but what if they deserve a second chance?

✧ Word Count : it might be long but I hope it's worth it

✧ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️ Past!Ex-Boyfriend!King Steve! Harrington x FEM!reader, eventual smut, cursing, mentions of bad household, complicated father & son relationship, slight emotion invalidation & misogyny, cheating, separated parents, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, child neglect, trauma, intense confrontations, fluff, angst, not giving away anything! don't wanna give you guys ideas 🤭

✧ What to Expect : ANGST, FLUFF AND SMUT‼️reader will be so unsure of him but she'll get there ;)) I promise this will so fast paced, the story goes back to present and past!

✧ Note To Reader : YOOOO y'all making me inspire to write more for Steve! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT omg- even it's just small numbers of recognition is enough for me 🥺🫶🏻✨

✧ Author Note : I literally tried to think of a better song to associate the next part and my god- my brain was like zapping up to Baby Come back and I was like "THAT'S IT!" 🤩🙌🏻

"Henderson, I already told you not to wipe your feet on the inside of my car"

"Must've slipped off my mind"

"I've been your chaperone- wait a second- I'm your goddamn babysitter for the past 3 years!"

"Just step on it, already!"

"Remind me why I'm being friends with you" Steve turns on the engine of his car and held onto the steering wheel

"It's because I'm a great person"

Steve chuckles as he shakes his head but a fond smile is evident on his lips

"What time should I pick you up?"

"The usual"

Dustin talks about his night yesterday after school with the whole segment of the D&D Campaign, while listening as he kept his eyes on the road, I think he could make a word count on how many times he mentioned Eddie

Steve watches his young friend steps outside of his car, "Okay, see ya"

He's heading on his way to Family Video, where she meets Robin sitting on the front stairs

"What are you doing?" He asks as he gets outside of his car and puts his keys inside of of his pocket

"I guess, we're both too early, too early that Kevin hasn't even arrived yet" Robin stood up as she walks closer to Steve

Steve looked behind him, there's a new diner in town that he hasn't been it yet

"Wanna go there and eat some breakfast?" He nudge his head on the facility that he's looking at

Robin follows his gaze and clasps both of her hands together "Let's go, I'm getting bored here for waiting"

Once they get inside, the smell of brewed black coffee invades both of their noses and the sweet scent of pancakes and waffles

Robin already got an eye on the waitress who is serving some delicious fully packed breakfast plate, she swore that she is drooling over it and it made Steve chuckle

Steve is always been a pancake and bacon kind of a guy, he likes the combination of sweet and salty, so, that's where he is aiming for

Both of them saw a table that is near to window, they sat together across from each other

The male waiter was about to gave them menu's but they dismissed it

He nods gladly as he calls someone else to fill up their order

"Hello, goodmorning, what's your order-"

"Hi, can I get-"

Oh my fucking god

Holy fuck

It's you

His mind is going ablazes because he pretty much knew himself that he has a 20/20 vision

But at this time? All of his insides are overheated

He hasn't seen you since....the prom

Fuck, the memories starts to take him back

You just finished your last school year on that history that you both happened before and you move out of the school

Not only moved out of school, but you also left the town, Hawkins Indiana

Yes, you left.... without sparing him a single word about your departure

The town that you've never wouldn't have thought you could ever get back to

But, this is your hometown where you truly grew up in

You only decided to comeback since

You got homesick

You missed your family, that's why you take the chance to finally be with them

Temporarily

You clear your throat, you try to mask up your expression as you completely forgotten his companion that you briefly glanced and you noticed her confused look at you

She darts back and forth on you and Steve

You remained civilized, "What can I get for you?"

You say softly as you clicked your pen and holding up your notepad

He blinks as he takes a deep breath, "Uh- Pancake and Bacon and Coffee"

Damn, you wished there's a machine to mind sweep your entire memory of him

You still remember it

He still eats the same way

"Okay, um, should I bring creamer and sugar?"

"Yes, please"

Shit, he still makes his coffee the same way too

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Who in the right mind that you chose to have your vacation here?

When you could do it somewhere else

You trust yourself too much that you thought you won't be able to see this familiar face again

You nod but you can feel his eyes on you

You look incredible

Of course, he'll take every chance to look at you

You cut your hair shorter, you even changed it into different shade of color, your natural dark brown is gone, it turned into more lighter brown

The wavy length and the bangs looks so perfect on you is shaping your face that he still does love until now

You dress so differently now too, he could tell by your silver rings and....

A piercing? You have three earlobes now

He adores how you wear your makeup, not too flashy but it enhances your features

He is delighted to see your face again, he never thought that the universe will give him another glimpse of you even is just like this

A part of him that made him sad for a sec, it's understandable that you changed your whole appearance

You changed because you want to forget who you were before

You have to remove every single thing about how you look that reminded of him

Maybe in another life....

You're happy together

You motion to Robin who is still absolutely puzzled from the not so obvious look of recognition form the both of you

She could already tell that is something is deep between the two of you

Before she tells her order, he catches Steve who is not even afraid to gape on you, he's not even trying to hide it until she spoke up and he heard her voice

He got shy all of the sudden and runs his fingers through his hair

"The Breakfast meal?"

"Yeah, right that one"

"A drink along with that?"

"Oh, a cup of coffee too as well"

You nod as you clicked back your pen as you tear off the paper from your notepad

"It'll be ready in a minute" you say, you offer the both of them with a small smile as you finally take your leave

Robin leans forward with her hands together, "Okay, what was that?"

"What?" He acts clueless, he knows Robin won't drop the scenario that just happened

Robin chuckles in amusement "Well, you tell me" she nudges her head to you

He glances at you with those eyes, you can still freaking feel them on you

You start cleaning the table and picked up the tip from a another customer

"Robs-"

"Don't you dare "Robs" me and don't you ever lie to me" she throws her hands up as she raises both of her eyebrows at him

He sighs as he scratches the back of his neck

"Do I really need to tell you?" He shuts his eyes for a second as he takes a deep breath

"Uh yeah? Because that look it isn't something that is far beyond that you just know the person"

"You knew her"

She leans backward as she crosses both of her arms

She can't even tell if she just struck off a nerve or offended him

"I'm just messing with you, dingus, it's okay-"

"No-No, it's just-" he exhales

"it's been a while since I saw her" he speaks in a voice that his bestfriend couldn't ever expected to hear

It sounds so broken, it increases her pique of interest even more

What happened?

"I hesitated because-" he looks at her with guilty eyes "I think you're not going to look at me in the same way ever again"

Robin listens intently as she gestures her to keep going

"I am here to reassure you that I'm not going to judge you"

"I did something bad in the past, Robin, but I've changed"

"We all have done something wrong in our lives, Steve, the right way to do is to face it, hold yourself accountable for it, and learn from it, but that doesn't make you a bad person"

He looked at you again, you are now serving someone else a vanilla milkshake

"Yeah, you're probably right, but to her? I am"

Flashback to 1986

He spent all of his allowance that his father gave to him

All of his money going out all night in the town

The prom was one month ago

One month ago

He trying to do anything to get you out of his mind

He drank a lot of alcohol and gets drunk most of the time

But when the morning comes, it felt like he needs to start it all over again

He realizes that trying to forget you, it's just a waste of time

He wants you to come back, he needs you to come back

He'll do anything for it

Anything at all

He knows it won't be easy

He angrily crumpled and tear off all of the pictures that he had with his friends

Friends that aren't not even real

He knows that you're right about him, it's just his own stubborn mind who refuses it

He hates himself

No, scratch that, he loathes himself for becoming like this

His mom's words were very dear to him even it's just a simple phrase

"Don't try to be something that you're not"

Don't be a fucking people pleaser

Now, he got the point why you don't like these titles at school

The social cliques at the campus

It's also his own fault that he got into this

He wanted to be somebody

Even it hurts people that he loves the most

So, that same morning, he is so determined to be different this next coming school year

He trashed everything that upsets him, he even ditched some of his varsity jackets, all of his trophies he put them all in a case and placed them on the attic

Everyone is going crazy how he acted so differently at school

He just rolls his eyes at it, god, now he really fucking gets it why you're so ick to this

"They're so overdramatic at this stuff, I mean- what's the damn point?!?" your voice echoes to his mind

That's where he retired of being King Steve

Everytime he heard someone mentioning it, he just grimaces, winces and even cringed at it

He doesn't even Iike to be called on that name anymore

Sure, he is still good at his academics and sports but now ever since he pulled that "dropping his title" at school?

He is now getting the treatment of true colors

Now, he is out of that barrier of being on the top popular guy at school

His eyes and mind opened at your perspective

He can see it why, fuck, that adds more salt to the wound

He cannot even blame anyone for making him being this way

Maybe, high school is tough that's why he did it

But then, he notices a pattern of events on his life

Fuck, he is just like his father

He rarely visits the house and just talking about his work and didn't gave him a chance to speak what is going with his only son

He never paid attention, never even cared, not even felt any affection to him

But when he does, he just snaps at him, and tell him that being emotional is weak

Having feelings are weak?

How fucked up is that?

So, he kept his mouth shut even though he wanted to yell at his father

The only parent that he felt being loved is his own mom

His mom that left them both behind, he can still remember it

Because why?

His father cheated on her too

It's like a damn cycle, it making him violently vomit at the thought of it,

History repeats itself

He made a promise to himself that he won't ever be like his father

But, he already done it and it angers him even more

"Hey, Steve" he opens and locks the door behind him

Not "Hey, son" am I even your son? He thinks to himself as he keeps his eyes on the television his own father doesn't even noticed the obvious scowl on his face

"There's this woman at work, who-" he chuckles in a salacious way and it sends shivers down to his spine

"Who slapped me right after I kissed her and told me that she isn't interested in me" he chuckles yet again as he removes his coat

"She wears that outfit and expect me not to do anything? She did that in order to seduce me, she wants it" he scoffs as he shakes his head

He gotten so uncomfortable, he starts shifting from his seat

Steve needed this bottled up emotions to blow up

He wants and he needs his father to hear him out

"That's what you did to, Mom, too, huh?"

The silence is too loud, Steve is so fucking insane for doing this confrontation but he has to do it or else he will lose his mind

"What the fuck did you just say?" His dad grumbles as he stares down at his son with a fire on his eyes

He glares at him as he chuckles dryly, "You're so messed up that it hurts" he spats

"What are you even talking about?" He pushed him by the shoulder

"I hate that you're my dad!" He does the same action as he stumbles back, Steve thought his mind playing tricks at him but he swore for a brief moment that he saw his dad cracked

He is guilty, he is ashamed of it, he knows he is not a perfect father, he is not proud of it

15 year old, Steve would've been shitted on his pants for doing this but he is not afraid of it anymore

He is completely appalled, lost for words, the way his narcissistic exterior washed out on instant

"I lost the girl that I ever truly loved because of you!" He points at himself with anger and sadness swirling into his eyes

"Do you think it's easy for me to live out my life there knowing that my own fucking father is proud to have this mindset?!?" He steps closer as he makes hand motions to his head

"I can't just push you away because why? You're my dad, I-I can't just do that" He throws his hands up as he sighs in exasperation

"I-I have so much things that I wanted to scream out loud for you to hear because I've been carrying it for a long time and it really sucks because this argument isn't going to change anything" He is trying to so hard not to bawl in front of his old man but it his voice wavered badly but he didn't care

This is the most unfiltered thing he has ever done in his life and he knows for sure this will help him....A lot

"You've gone soft, Steve, that's the real world"

He looks at him with furrowed brows as he shooks his head

"I'm not gonna grow up to be just like you, asshole" He laughs incredulously as he starts picking up his shoulder bags and luggage

"Where do you think you're going, young man?"

"I'm going to leave because I'm sick of you and this big house"

"You're not able to survive out there without my help"

"You know for the first time in forever made me realize having a enormous fortune isn't necessary in life sometimes"

"You listen here-"

"What is fortune when you don't even have a good fucking relationship with your parents and household"

That's where he slams the door shut and breathes out a really long satisfying sigh with a proud smile on his face

He feels good, he feels great, he feels he has done something wonderful in his life

This is just the start of it

He takes his car keys and drove away like nothing ever happened

"Steve! Earth to Steve!" Robin clapping her hands right across to her bestfriends face

"What- I'm sorry" he says as he began shifting on his seat

"Okay, so to be clear, y'all are highschool sweethearts before-" Robin squints her eyes as she make gestures to her expressive hands

"and I was...." His shoulders slumped down, he doesn't even want to finish the sentence

"King Steve" Robin shrug both of her shoulders as she gave a sympathetic smile

"yeah" A small but sad smile flashes on his lips as he ducks his head down in shame

Robin is obviously needs some more information to fully understand what happened to your relationship with him

"Is it so bad?"

"is far more than bad, Robs"

"Did you kill someone?"

Steve eyes widened as he genuinely laughed, "N-No- I didn't!"

She chuckles but she is glad she made him laugh, "So, what is it then?"

He just made this one look to Robin and as she tries to read his eyes, her smile drops

"Oh"

As if you we're on cue, you placed their orders on their table as Robin made a stressful brush up to her hair as she glances at you

"Your order's are complete, just call me if you're ready to-"

"We can pay now" Robin's voice is firm but a hint of disappoint surrounding at the tone of her voice

You looked over at Steve for a sec who still gave you those pleading eyes as you tried your best to look away as you gave the receipt to them

You've taken both of their payment as you walk away quietly

Did just Steve talked about you to her?

Fuck

"Robin- I"

"I know it's in the past, It isn't my place to open up the wound again" she sighs as she tug up a smile to him

He smiles as he nods to her words, he is worried that this could ruin their friendship

"But I am fond that you chose to change, Steve, you changed for her" she places her palm on top of his as she pats it gently

"Do you still love her?" Robin asks him as she tries to search his eyes

She can see it, the same devotion is still there, it never died and it never will be

His last words to you echoed into his mind

"I can't never love again, I only want you"

And it truly did

He still does

Robin chuckles slightly to Steve with those lovesick eyes, "Of course, you do"

"You can't never get over with your first love"

You're done with the night as you put on your jacket along with your sling bag on the shoulder

But when the time you got inside of your car, your vehicle won't start up everytime you try it won't ever run

You sigh in frustration "Goddamn it!"

You look over to the other side of the road, you saw Steve locking up the doors at the Family Video

Shit, the universe is really testing you

You walked outside of your car as you close the door with a slam as you start to pace around it

You fumbled with the stuff inside of your bag as you pulled out a cigarette stick and you flick the lighter in your pocket

You inhale deeply as you blow out the smoke, you massage the back of your neck as you try to figure how to get the fuck outta here

You're mad that you're hopeless to get home

The last thing that you wanna do and the last option is to get ride home with Steve

You felt a hand behind you, you shrieked as you almost punched him in the face

"Woah- it's just me!" He held both of your wrist as he takes as step foot back to dodge your aim

You huff as you tap off the excess from your cigarette, you mumbled a small "sorry"

Well, isn't this great? Your first conversation with him after what??? 3 years???

He doesn't want to react because he hasn't seen you smoke before, I mean- you can do what you want but both of you really did changed

Did you developed anything else such as bad habits? that added another pang into his chest seeing you do things that you've never done before

He looked over to your car, "What happened?"

You blew out the smoke as turn your head into the other side, you try your best to remain calm but it feels all too much when he is this close to you "My car won't start"

"I can take you home, I know a place that can fix your car tomorrow" he suggest as he offers you a ride home respectfully, you can see that

Something is not right to him and it's giving you the creeps not in a bad way but why do he seems so nice? Is it because of you or he changed too?

You have no other choice, the terminal closes up pretty early, so, there's no train or bus to take

Only for tonight, just this night

You blew out the last smoke as you stub the cigarette into the nearest ashtray near the trash can

His eyes are glued to you, he watches your every move, of course, he knows that you wanna wrap this all up and forget all of this ever happened

As much as he wanted to talk to you ask you if you're okay, he respects your peace and boundaries

"Okay" you walk back up to him as the both of you crossed the road

What the fuck? Is he a gentleman now? You're not used to him like this, opening up the car door for you?

You flashed him a small but also confused smile as he jogs into the driver's seat

You saw the oh so familiar necklace that hangs on the rearview mirror

You made that necklace to him

Why does he still keep it?

He starts the engine as he put his hand over the headrest as he drives backwards

The drive was....so awkward and how quiet it is ringing to his brain

You just busied yourself watching all of the scenery outside in the car window as you passed by into different places

He takes his chances to glance at you

My god, he can't believe that you can still made him feel like this way

You crossed your leg that made your skirt rides up a little, he clears his throat

"Uh, so, which way should I go to?"

"Just turn here" you point out to him

He brings the car around the different small houses and his breath staggered he recognizes it

Oh, you're here because of your family

You're only having a vacation

"Stop here!" The tires screech as he stops abruptly and you accidentally bring yourself closer to him that he almost almost can kiss your lips in just one move

His breath hitched at the gap between the two of you

Your eyes flit to his and to his lips

It felt like eons that you both just stare for each other at the moment

You know and he knows

Fuck, you still love him

"I-I gotta go" you slowly move back up as you open the door but before you get outside, you softly say "thank you" and closed the door

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you quickly grab your house keys to unlock the front door

He sighs as he massages his forehead, he rolls up the windows before you get inside

"Take care" he says as you only nod and closed the door behind you

You squeezed your eyes shut at whatever that was inside of his car

"What are you even looking for?" He says not looking at you as he looks at a Nazareth vinyl

"Michael Jackson's Bad album" you say as you squealed gleefully when you found the one you were looking for

"We're going to be late for the movie, sweetheart" he hold both of your shoulders to grab your attention

"They're aren't going to start without us, Eddie" you say as you smirk at him as you walk away

"We have to buy popcorn-" he whines jokingly as he kept being all dramatic while he slings his arm around yours

"and drinks and other goodie stuff, I know, I'm just gonna pay this, stay calm" you giggled as you excitedly take the purchased album into your hands

"Hey, Eddie!" The same girl with the dusty blonde hair greets him the same time as you both are about to leave the record store

You can't never avoid him, huh?

She looks at you and your hand is wrapped around his forearm as she gives you a small wave

You only nod and smile, Steve is right behind her

"Dude, what's up?" Eddie greets him, right you forgot they studied in the same school

Of course, they knew each other, except for you because you left

You're nervous because of what Steve might think of you but you can't see anything on his face and his eyes

He doesn't seemed to mind that you're with someone else, there's no jealousy, mockery, sarcasm as he talks to Eddie

He doesn't even noticed how close you are at the metalhead

Meanwhile, Robin saw how you study him, but you look away you don't want to make him realize that you still care for him after all of this time and as she does as well

"Where are you two going?" Steve beams as he takes in how divine you look, Eddie didn't even catches it

"To the movies!" Eddie grins as he pulls you by his side as you roll your eyes playfully

"Are you guys going to watch Batman?" Robin gasps as she watches Eddie eyes goes big in excitement

"Yeah" you nod at her, Robin who is surprised that's the first ever interaction that you just had with her, so, she decided to introduce herself to you

"I'm Robin, by the way, I'm the bestfriend of Steve- ow!" He hits her by the shoulder as you chuckle in amusement in the way Robin punctuates and emphasizes the words to you

"We gotta go now" Eddie chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, but halts his tracks as he remembers something

"Sure, see you later" Steve nods as he purses his lips together as the both of them step inside

"Harrington, you could invite her to your party!" Eddie points at you and your close your eyes in embarrassment

You didn't tell Eddie about your history together with Steve but you did kinda....throw some hints at him about your past but didn't reveal the real name

Party? He still does that? you think to yourself

You saw how Steve became jittery all of the sudden as he tries to drop the topic right away but Robin, a glint of mischief on her eyes as she snaps her fingers at Eddie

Damn, you got yourself invited but you grew amused to the mystery girl

"I can't fucking believe you did that" he glares at his bestfriend who is pretending to be innocent as she walks away from him

"Oh- please, don't act that you didn't want that" she scoffs at his in denial behavior as she saw a vinyl that is similar to his situation

"You still want her, right?" Robin smirks as she gives the vinyl to him who is now gauging at his reaction

He takes the vinyl out of her hands without looking at it first but he laughs as soon as he saw the title

"Baby Come Back by The Player"

She wiggles her brows at him, he tries to kick her by the leg but she managed to dodge it

"Don't fuck it up this time, dingus"

"Trust me, I won't"

You had fun watching Batman with Eddie, he'll be right back with you as he headed at the men's restroom

You overheard a kid who is very defensive with his bestfriend, you try not to pry but until you heard the name "King Steve"

You've never looked around so fast in your entire life and your eyes fall onto the boy

"You're being friends with a douchebag-"

"He is not a douchebag!"

"Yeah, right, I heard he break girl's hearts like it was nothing-"

"T-That's not true!"

God, your mind is saying no but your heart is making you walk towards him

Curiosity got the best of you as you listen closely, but you stay alerted when things get heated

The poor kid, huffs as he shifts on his stance as he watches the two young ones left him

"He doesn't even like that name anymore, what a bunch of assholes"

"Hey, are you okay?"

He quickly swipes the tears away "Y-Yeah, I'm good"

He probably doesn't even remember you, "Dustin, right?"

"Yeah"

You smile sweetly at the kid, you really shouldn't ask a lot about him but you feel mystified of what you just witnessed, "Was that true? about what you said at Steve?"

"He cares a lot, he loves a lot, he is willing to do anything just to protect- Wait a second- who are you anyway?" He was getting into until he realizes that he is talking to a stranger and he paused

The kid missed the endearment on your eyes as you blink rapidly, you looked over your shoulder as you saw Eddie searching for you

"I'm gonna go now, bye" you say as he tries to chase you but you got lost in the crowd until he can't no longer see you

"Whoever that person is, that's so bizarre" he speaks for himself

"I have to tell this to Steve at the upcoming party"

He is not looking forward to it

But he wishes you were

He doubt that you will show up over at his house

But, honest to god, he thought the time stopped when I saw you walking by alongside with Eddie and Robin

His brain is muddled and his heart rate is increasingly so fast

"Hey, Steve-" Dustin jogs over to him but his mind is elsewhere as the door swings open

"Here we are" Eddie does his classic antics as he opens his arms as you chortled

"Welcome" Steve steps aside as he lets you all walk in

"Where's the drinks?" Robin feels so at home like she unashamedly looks through his refrigerator

"It's literally 7pm- don't you dare drink-" He puts his hands over his hips as he reasons with Robin

"Not that- I'm just thirsty" Robin rolls her eyes as she tries to explain

"You?" Dustin loudly made a sound that all of the guests caught their attention

You give him a small wide and a crooked smile and now you're regretting attending this

Steve clocked your reaction as he hold your shoulder leading you away from him

"Why are you point at her, Henderson?" Eddie is perplexed as he tries to understand the situation

"You mean- you didn't know?" Dustin bunches up his eyebrows at the metalhead

Steve glares at Robin who winced at the look that his bestfriend just gave him

"I think, you might want to sit down, Munson"

Steve has taken you in the backyard as he slides the door close

Oh, hell no

Not this place

Steve cringes what he just realized but he tries to keep his composure

"You still do parties, huh?"

He stare at you for a second, are you actually having a conversation with him?

"Uh no- we're going to have a movie marathon, not a party"

"Oh" you nod slowly in understanding as you stare at the swimming pool, you breathe in deeply as you keep your hands to yourself

Your sight of vision fell into Eddie, Robin, Dustin bickering at each other as you saw the guilty look on your metalhead bestfriend directed at you as you send him a small smile as you look away yet again

"I see that you told them"

"I-I'm sorry, I only told Robin-"

"Save it, Steve" your voice has gotten serious unlike earlier, but he can see it in your eyes that you're fighting between your emotions

You're trying your best to resist yourself for giving yourself away too fast

Steve's shoulders tensed as he looked up into the sky to find the right words to say to you

You deserve to know that, he needs you to know that him and Robin are nothing more than a platonic friendship

"Robin is just my bestfriend, she helped me"

"Help you?....with what?" You knit your brows together as you look at him in question with your arms crossed

"I- uh- I moved away from my dad after we- to live on my own independently" He suddenly became shy as he scratches the back of his neck as he averts his gaze somewhere else

That's where he truly see your eyes soften as your eyes went everywhere to his face

He can communicate properly with you now?

He is actually saying the truth to you?

You're not used to it and he knows he doesn't blame you

Before you can reply, Dustin calls out at the both of you as Steve sighs when you're the first one to walk away from him

"Hey, are you okay? dude?" Dustin asks him sincerely

"Yeah, man, I'm good" He lies, as he gives his young bestfriend a forced smile

False bravado, that's the mask that he's wearing all the time ever since you reappeared again

Tryna' keep up a smile that hides a tear

He wants you so bad, but how he will ever to win you back?

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't know-"

"It's fine, Eddie, it's not your fault"

"Do you want to leave?"

"No, I'm gonna stay, Eddie- it's alright, I promise"

"Just tell me, if you're not up for it anymore, okay?"

"Okay"

Everyone is a blobbering mess after seeing Dead Poets Society, except for you and Steve

You caught him giving you those eyes yet again like he was begging for you

Begging for you to give him a chance

He wants to talk to you, the scariest thing you could ever say to him that your doors are chained and he'll understand

But the thing is that, he can't live without you

He'll do anything to persuade you, convince you, make you believe that he is nothing like the "Steve" the one you've met before

If he could go back in time, he would redo everything

The moment when everyone is leaving and saying their goodbyes

He took your hand and he must swallow his shock because you let him hold you for the first time in forever

Eddie even talked to him while you were distracted by Robin, by him saying "I don't know what happened between the two of you that much but.... I'd get her back, man, whatever it takes"

"Can we talk?" He whispers as he puts you in the corner where no one else can see you both

"Steve-"

"Just give me the chance to make you see-"

Oh, Steve's brain just mushed down

Because you're fucking kissing him

He recovers as he cupped both of your cheeks as he gives into you

Your hand gets lost to his hair, god- he misses that a lot, your sweet scent, he's inhaling it so much that electrocutes his brain

The kiss went into seconds, minutes and feels like an hour

You don't know what's gotten into you but you know you're going to blame yourself for this

You already told yourself that your guard is up

But, your heart tells no otherwise and your body reacted, so, positively that it flushed down closer to his

You stopped yourself as you saw him chasing after your lips but then he saw how hurt you look, his heart drops to his stomach as he gulped

He is flustered and so are you, but he sees the recognition in your eyes, the realization

He flinched the way you angrily punched him in the chest all of the sudden as you wept in front of him

No words thrown out between the two of you

It's the same damn kiss

It never changed, it still feels the same, moves the same, the way both of your lips melded into one another is a complete shocker to you

He didn't care about your outburst as he let the tears fall from his face as he embraces you instead

He starts caressing your head as he tries to keep you calm on his warm hug

You held onto his shirt in a fist that you violently sobbed face flat in front of his chest

As much as you wanted to stay in that area

You begrudgingly dragged yourself away from him as you walked outside, not giving him a second look

He knocks off one of his picture frames as he slides his back down against the wall as he started crying

Love is embarrassing, isn't it?

3 years, 3 goddamn years, you both still yearn for each other

Your first kiss after 3 years invaded his mind the entire night, he stares at the empty space of his bed

God, he wishes that you were here next to him on his arms

You've never packed up your stuff so fast in your entire life

You're ready to leave first thing in the morning

The door bell rings and you hold your breath for a second

"Oh no, not you- Steve-" you tried to close the door but no to avail as he stepped his foot to prevent you from for not letting him in

He glanced at your luggage and bags that makes his stomach twist

"Have you used up all of it?" He says as he kept his eyes on you

"W-What are you even talking about?!?" You threw your notepad in the near table, fuck- you shouldn't have double checked too much on your lists before going out

He got you now, you can't escape this

"All the love in your heart"

That's where you avoid his eyes as he moves closer to you

"Ain't there nothing left for me?"

"Steve- stop!"

"That's right-"

"What-"

"A lot of people that I know what I did to you was foolish, anyone can see it"

You let your stubborn attitude subside as you listen to him

"There's was something and everything about you"

You take out a shuddering gasp as your eyes burn from the threatening tears

"You can blame it all on me, I was wrong, baby, I-I just can't live without you"

He could've done this before

Take the responsibility of his actions and not to sugarcoat every word and have the guts to hold the accountability of his mistakes

"Steve, you gotta move on-" you lie what you truly feel, what's stopping you?

"Baby come back, come back to me, please"

"S-Steve, I don't know if I can trust you-"

"I didn't realized what I had when you're were mine!"

Your guarded demeanor has shunned off as you let your arms dropped to your sides

"I-I confronted my dad after one month ago when we go on our separate ways, I-I know this is unbelievable but I removed everything that you didn't like with me, my friends, my title, all of it, and it did helped me to become a better person"

He looks straight into your eyes, he never looks away as he tries to make you understand

"And I'm so very sorry that pulling up that fucked up shit that I did before just so I can improve myself and to have a character development was utter bullshit, hurting you was never right"

You purse lips together as you shake your head in disbelief

"What I said back there was still true too"

"What do you mean?"

"That no matter what you do to me, whatever happens to the both of us, I'd still love you"

He cries, his face glows so red as he takes in every feeling that he's receiving

You're the first one yet again to kiss him

He yelped as he brings you closer to him, your hands went through his hair as you throw your arms around him, he dives in deeper earning a moan out of you

He breaks out of the kiss, your face went pale but he shuts off your thoughts with the words

"You sure, you want to do this?"

"Steve, yes, I do, I want you like you want me, I need you like I need you-"

You're about to dove back on him aggressively but something feels so different on his touches, it's not foreign but it's making you want to bawl at how he is so soft with you

His eyes crinkle in awe and delightment as he couldn't get anymore happier

He carries you upstairs as he puts you onto the bed carefully

He removes his shirt and his pants, you get out of your shoes and when you're about to remove the straps of your dress, he beats you to it as he slowly takes it off but not without kissing your neck

His hands goes under your skirt as he plays with the garter of your panties

You spoke his name so decadent that he nearly melted down on you

You held onto him by the shoulder blades as he finds the zipper on the back your dress, he unzips carefully and lovingly as he takes his sweet time to adore and treasure every single moment of you

This is not just sex, he never looked at you like the one from before only filled with lust

This is love and admiration and it touches your heart so deeply that it might've been stop beating for a few moments

It's unreal that he is doing this to you, it's also unreal that you let him do this to you

When all of it's left is your paired black lacy undergarments

You both stare together for a while as you held his cheeks as he rests on it

He smiles so wide that it actually hurts and so are you, your smile lingered everytime he looks at you

You raise yourself using your elbows as he unclasp your bra, he threw your bra across the floor somewhere, he can't help but to kiss you again, you mewl as you fall back down on the mattress, you grind yourself against him as he groans when felt how wet you are

You kept grinding yourself onto him as he grants your wish as the friction increases more

Next thing to remove is your panties, you whine, when he licked a stripe into your cunt

"Steve-"

"Yes, baby?"

"I wanna feel you"

You don't need him to ask him twice as his boxers flew off somewhere

He carefully enters your sopping aching hole as you both moan in pleasure

Your jaw falls slack as your furrowed brows crumpled up even more as you adjust to his size

He kisses every part of your body, worships it while you're losing your mind of how it feels so fucking good just like before

"F-Fuck" he curses, praising you as he kisses your jaw

He watches how your cunt clamps sucking him inch by inch, he grunts when you start clenching around him

You're drooling, your eyes are fucked out, you're brain is mashed up

You're a fucking goner

He kneads your breasts as you moan even louder, the squelching sounds that comes in and out of you is music to his ears

"S-Steve, pleas-e move!" you squeal and your voice becomes so tiny that you bit your lip

He spreads your legs far more wide as he grabs your hips harder

You arch your back when he picks up the pace and hitting the spot were you're mostly addicted

"Oh!"

Your eyes roll backwards as your mouth hangs "0" shapes as Steve watches your expression contorts in pleasure

Breasts are jiggling, he goes faster and faster, he places himself on the crook of your neck as he puts lovebites all over it

You locked him in place as you can't keep your suppressed screams any longer

"Steve!"

"Christ-"

You scream his name so loud that his brain shortcircuit as you both came undone

He peels himself off of you but you held him close

"No, don't pull out just yet"

You tap him by the shoulders as you switched positions, he let out a sharp gasp at the angle that you're on top of him

Despite the overstimulation, you grind yourself onto him

"Woah- baby, fuck-"

"Yeah?"

"Don't give me that look- I'm gonna bust"

You giggled as you close your eyes at the sweet sensation as your brows pulled together and you moan when you start to bounce on his cock

Holy fucking shit, you rocked up his world

His hands are everywhere literally setting you on fire, he brings you closer as you continue to do your job as you look at him with blacked out eyes

His eyes got even more darker as he copies your move making your head fell onto the side allowing him the access to kiss your neck

You both went off to one another as you both entered another climax

You fell asleep together after 3 years

The scenario you'll never thought you could experience again

You woke up in a cold empty bed as you look around in your room, you can't see his clothes anymore, maybe he's in downstairs

The last night events flashes right before your very eyes as you bring your knees up

A tinge of pink on your cheeks as you try to remember every detail happened last night you were so beyond elated and in a complete bliss

You wore your dress again as you went downstairs only to find Robin

"Robin?" You ask in confusion, not that you don't want her here but it's just so random

"Hi" she waves awkwardly as she scratches her head

"What are you doing in here? Where's Steve?" You look for him again but it seems like he left

"Don't freak out-" She breathes out

You raise both of your eyebrows as you motion for her to continue

"He's at the airport" She says as she starts following you making you stay focus but she has no power to control you

"What?" You take your car keys as you went inside the vehicle and turn on your engine

"Wait- stop! He didn't told me the reason why! He just said he'll be at the airport!" She shouts out loud as she rests her back against your front door

"Okay, I'll be here at your house! Steve and his ridiculous lovelife- I swear to god- I'm gonna kick him in the ass" she slumps down in defeat as she mutters words under her breath

Why would he leave you?

Fuck, no- did he regret it again?

Tears well up in your eyes as your stomach began to churn as you fighting for your dear life to get into the airport as fast as you could

No, Steve wouldn't- stop overthinking- maybe, he has a reason

He won't just leave you like this, you felt how soft and he made you feel like you're the only person on his life

He made you think that the both of you had a future

So, why would he leave without a word?

You ran as your feet can take you, but when you saw the airplane takes it flight, you rest your head against the window and sobbed

The familiar voice calls your name and you look around a bewildered Steve who is now walking towards you

"Baby, what are you doing-"

"I thought you left me" you hold him tight as you looked at him in the eyes

"You're not going to leave me? Are you?" Your voice sounds so small that he doesn't want to see you crying anymore

"Honey, I'm here, I would rather jump off a cliff for leaving you all alone again, okay?" He reassures you as your worried features decreases but there's still uncertainty on your eyes as he takes a deep breath

"Robin is in the house, I don't-" he cuts you off as he tuts

"Ah-ah, let me speak- the airline called me in the morning and told me that the schedule that I booked in for is going to take off and of course, that would be a disaster since I used half of my expenses for the flight right? So, I made a decision on the spot- I called Robin to accompany you because you were peacefully asleep, baby, I don't wanna wake you and I was about to come back to you and tell you that you're coming with me" he held up in front of your face of two airplane tickets

Your unsureness totally fades away as you look at the ticket, you read aloud what it says

"Chicago?"

"Yeah, I'm going to take you with me while I study for college"

"I actually want to take master's degree too"

"Yeah? We can go together"

A big smile grows on your lips as you step forward to him as he closes the gap and gives you the most promising kiss

"We better start packing up soon"

"We sure are"

"I love you"

He kisses your cheek, "I don't think I could love you more, baby, I love you more than anything"

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special mention to @savage-aespa, this person here is the main reason why I made this fic! literally giving me an idea that there's a possibility for them to be together and I hope I did my job alright! I'm sorry, it took me a month to finish this up and if you made it here, thank you so so much for reading, your support and your kindness will always be appreciated! take care always! 🥹🫶🏻✨

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When Their Crush Has a Crush

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: In connection with the Secret Crush HCs, how they would react/get jealous to finding out that their crush has feelings for someone(or even another member)

Warnings: angst, swearing

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! We’re back with more of that unrequited angst that y’all apparently love lol! This also kinda reminded me of this jealousy reaction I made awhile back, so there’s that if you want to check those out too!

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Jin:

Oh, he HATES it. And does not hide it, though he’s giving you five different reasons why he hates it, and none of them are the truth, at least not entirely.

“They don't strike me as the relationship type.” “I think they might be a murderer.” “They’re just not good enough for you.”

Tries to make himself look better in comparison.

But he’s not trying to make a move! Nonono, he would never do that. He just wants you to know what a better option looks like.

Yeah, that’s it.🙄

Yoongi:

Tries to not let it bother him, and by that I mean he’s like “of-course-you-would-find-someone-why-wouldn’t-you?-it’s-not-like-he-ever-told-you-how-he-felt-but-it’s-totally-fine-and-not-haunting-his-every-waking-moment-but-omg-what-if-you-actually-get-with-them-”

Yeah, no, he’s going to majorly overthink the whole situation, like it’s bad.

Would probably withdraw for a bit, but then realizes that he can’t stand the distance and gets kinda clingy.

Which clingy Yoongi is like? A whole different person?

This would probably be one of the few moments that would tip you off about his true feelings.

Hobi:

Tries not to be bothered at first, bc it’s just a crush, it doesn’t mean anything… Right?

Queue him getting in his head and starting to worry about literally everything.

Throws so much side eye though and knit picks whoever's caught your attention, but he can’t quite help it.

Would end up slipping up and saying something about he doesn’t think they’re a good match for you. Which leads to you asking who would be a good match for you then?

And then he either just says idk, or ends up basically describing himself and hoping you don’t notice how desperately he’s trying not to confess right then and there.

Namjoon:

Gets jealous super easily, you already know, though you don’t quite know why.

As I said before, if you so much as even mention being into somebody, he’s pulling back and distancing himself a bit as a kind of defense mechanism.

Or else he tries to avoid being around them or bringing them up in conversation, though he’ll deny that’s what he’s doing if you ask.

Is so fucking passive aggressive about anything relationship related, you end up thinking that he must’ve got dumped or smth and feeling kinda bad for him.

Which ends up triggering this weird sort of truce between you where you just don’t talk about it for a while.

Jimin:

Lowkey panicking inside. Because yeah, hypothetically he wants you to be happy and live your best life, but does it have to be with them? Or anyone?

Would want to try to dissuade your feelings for them a bit, but he doesn’t want to come off as manipulative or disrespectful of your opinion.

“They don’t seem like a good match for you.”

He’s mostly kinda mad at himself, cause if he’d just told you how he felt earlier, he wouldn’t be in this situation.

Would probably start seriously considering actually confessing, cause he cannot stand being in this weird limbo state with you.

Taehyung:

Ngl, he’s so dramatic, even if it’s just a tiny crush, he’s going to be kinda heartbroken, like you might as well have kissed them in front of him.

Okay, maybe it’s not that bad, but you get what I’m saying. He’s not cool with this.

Does not hide his feelings of disdain for whoever’s caught your attention.(they are not passing the vibe check)

Gets hella clingy and wants to be with you constantly, so that you don’t really have time for them? If that even makes sense?

Tries to find things to impress you and get you to take notice of him cause don’t you think he’s nice too? Don’t you think he’d make a good partner too?

Jungkook:

The sulkiest man to ever exist.

He can not stand it, even if it's a purely theoretical situation, like all you said was that you thought some guy was cute, and now he’s imagining all the worst case scenarios where he could lose you to them.

Like Tae, he’d get soo fucking possessive and clingy, trying to prove himself to you, though he might not exactly be sure what he’s trying to prove.

Would actively try to put himself between you and them if at all possible.

As I said before, this would probably be his achilles heel that pushes him over the edge and leads to him confessing, even if he knows it’s the wrong time.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @captainorangegoose @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis

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mortal-kombat-shitposts · 7 months

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Just some thought NSFW

@boomclowntown as I told you I would. Part two of two @mammaonii @mangos-other-corner

Imagine teasing rain all day on to pin him down and out a vibrating cock ring on him and then loving fucking his cute ass till he practically begs to cum, tears running down his face, cock angry and red from being denied that lovely high, only to pull his hair and snatch his head back and tell him to beg hard. Unfortunately you break a table but my gods when you do let him cum it thick and theres so much of it. Even better is you used the cock ring to tease him thought out the day before bending him over the table. Even better if he reminds you once he's collected and after care has happened that this is a two way street. Your turn next, round 2? Fight.

Also don't imagine biting his shoulders, making hand prints on his ass or biting his back just to hear him actually moan and not hide his voice. "say it louder zef~fee~ro, I can't hear you darling. Stop hiding that pretty little face sweetheart in want you to see your own face and hear the wonderful voice." It just a mirror in front of whatever you decide to fuck him on so he can see how fucked out he looks, at just black pupils staring, now brown in sight, he might have just cum from your teasing just now but he's no less hard then when you started this game.

Imagine adding someone else to amp it up.

"look at you all you had to do was behave, now you get to watch as I fuck the good boy over there. Now stay still and keep this warm for me."

He would try to behave but he just can't seem to. Acting out for your attention. Even if that means your strap/cock is in his throat most of the time. He knows he needs to keep it in his mouth but sometimes he's a brat the keeps only the smallest bit in cause technically it's still in there.

Better yet when you treat him to body worship and force him to look you in the eyes as you kiss, nip and bite every part of him, just to hear him hold back his whimpers and moans. You could break him doing this till he's a begging mess for you to just touch his cock or something then the little kisses he's receiving. "Darling please I... Need more, anything please, I can't take much more." His cock would be leaking something fierce. If you do give in and end up jacking him off it doesn't take long for him to cum, it will spill everywhere, if you blow him, its gonna leak out the sides. No joke his hands will be gripping the sheets, not your head cause he knows you don't like that but it'll be tempting.

This man imo is a switch, that being said he would look so damn good riding your strap as you lay back and guide his hips up and down, possibly in a circular motion just so it hits different points. Honestly might be the loudest you'll ever hear him is when he gives in and up to your will and accepts all the love you have for him. Bonus points if you have one of the one that do fake cum son you can fill him too. Maybe asking to keep all inside him as he goes about his day.

That is all for now I'll add more later reblog it with more spicy.

#rain x reader #rain smut #havik writes fanfic #mk smut #mortal Kombat smut #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #husband liquid

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I can't find the one where mc finds a harpy egg and takes it back to the brothers to raise (also harpies) can you link it for me? Thx

So the original post the asker no longer has their age in their bio so I want to delete the ask and post it here.

Poly harpy brothers with an abandoned egg GN-Reader SFW

Finding the egg

You have been on a walk through the tall mountain that you've called home for a long time now, and you decided to take a longer walk than normal. You head off the beaten path to a new patch of trees and cliffsides. You nearly trip after a big step down and tumble off the cliff when you grab a hanging root and pull yourself up.

You find a nest and it's barely even held together. The twigs and moss are ripped and broken, and a few eggs that sit inside are broken. Most likely, eaten by something. You are glad that whatever it is did leave one tiny egg.

It looked way too sad. You couldn't just leave it there, even if the brothers were the only ones allowed on this mountain top. You scooped it up and held it close and you made sure to go back carefully.

When you get back, everyone is still out, so you make your way to the family nest and sit next to it and try to warm it up.

When they came back and saw the egg, they all bickered and squawked over whose egg it was. When you reminded them that you're a human and told them how you found it and wanted to take care of it.

Satan told you it was likely the egg wouldn't hatch if it had been alone for too long and Lucifer agreed, but taking a look at it, sure enough it was a healthy egg.

Asmodeus was a bit uncomfortable with the idea, but if you wanted to take care of it he couldn't stop you. He couldn't think of an alternative anyway. He couldn't leave an egg all by himself.

Mammon hated the idea. He tried to see if he could pawn it on someone else, but when you gave him those big eyes he grumbled and kicked his talons around before curling his wing around you both.

Leviathan was scared, not exactly sure if he was responsible enough to help, let alone be around it without something going wrong. But you looked so happy. He couldn't take that happiness away.

Satan was interested in it. He wanted to see if it would act like a human when you raised it. He was also intrigued by the egg shape and color. He'd never seen an egg like that and was interested in the type of harpy that might hatch from it.

Lucifer didn't care either way. Just as long as you take care of it. If you couldn't, he'd find someone who could. It's a big decision. You better be ready for it.

Beelzebub was quite excited about the idea of making their family a bit bigger. His feathers puffed up as soon as he saw you with it, and now that everyone has agreed he's already thinking of names for it.

Belphegor didn't think too much of it but was happy he now had an excuse to sleep more. Warm an egg? No problem. And if it was with you that's even better.

Taking care of it

Some of them have helped rear eggs before. Beelzebub being the main one, with Lucifer right behind him. It's been a very long time so the process takes a while to get back into.

They take shifts watching over the egg with you. And with you being human they have to do most of the work.

Lucifer just has it sit in your lap as he wraps his wings around you to keep you both warm. He reminds you every once in a while to rotate the egg gently.

Mammon begrudgingly sits with it, grumbling about how he doesn't want to do this and how embarrassing it is. You can shut him up with a kiss or even call it Little Mammon for a bit and he gets attached. Maybe even to a point where he tries to take it from the others.

Leviathan tries his hardest to help, but with how small it is, he's convinced he's going to somehow fall over and turn it Sunny Side up. He has you hold it and wraps you both up as he fixes the nest more than warms the egg. Yes, he's excited to see it, but how will he cope? You look too adorable right now.

Satan didn't mind his duties. He took them rather seriously. He'd have it in his lap as he read and even had you sit next to him as he did it. He used the old candling technique to make sure it was developing correctly and even praised you for how well you're doing.

Asmodeus is fawning over you, his wings flapping as he gets a good look at you. Oh you're just so adorable with an egg sitting all pretty in the nest. It's a shame you could make more with him, but one is fine for now. He cuddles up with you and keeps the egg nice and tucked between you. It's hard to imagine he's ever had a problem with it before. Now he's polishing the shell and kissing it.

Beelzebub is brimming with excitement as he takes his turn. He ends up bringing back more food than he needs to, claiming it's for the chick. He sits with you. The egg in your lap and you are in his lap as you both hold each other. He makes sure to keep it clean and even gets a bit broody. He'll slap away his brothers if they are being too troublesome around it and finds comfort when he's around it.

Belphegor doesn't change much. He seeks it out only so he can nap with the both of you. Tucked next to him as his wing covers it and holds you close to his chest.

When they are all together, they leave a space for you and the egg, and for the first time since you've known them, they don't toss and turn. They lay perfectly still.

Hatching

When you're holding it, you can feel it wiggle and even a small cheap from inside, and when the others hear they all flock to you.

The tiny egg hatches, and it's unlike any other harpy they've seen. They’ve never seen one with such an interesting pattern. It must be from a different land. It falls right on you and when it opens its eyes, it just cuddles up to you. Some of them are jealous but the others smack them for being ridiculous.

The chick is perky and ready to run after a few days, and it follows you everywhere. It never leaves your side and the way it runs is almost comical with how it tries to flap its tiny underdeveloped wings to keep up.

Your family grew a little. And while it's hard to adjust it seems like everything is moving along well and everyone seems to be happy.

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multifandom-onigiri · 11 months

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honestly I think the fandom makes assumptions with darkmilk that aren’t necessarily true

(and I’m now mostly saying this because I have been in other fandoms where I have encountered literally the same type of pairing as darkmilk and more people there are literally accepting so at this now I’m slowly dying inside for all the mental spirals I’ve gone through over the past two years)

I think darkmilk suffers from milk having 0 relevancy whatsoever so they haven’t bothered to actually write him as a full fledged character and just has the one quirk of “oh he really wants to find dark choco and he is very much a big fan.” So I think that’s why people end up making assumptions about milk cookie, especially about that one character trait, that isn’t very accurate

(ex. milk cookie would stalk dark choco cookie <- kind of bonkers when his original goal in CROB was to find dark choco cookie but after meeting Mala Sauce and finding out what’s happening, he’s the one to propose to help Mala Sauce while Purple Yam only wants to focus on finding Dark Choco. Meaning Milk was very willing to sidetrack to help someone )

This also applies to Darkmilk as well. One of the biggest assumptions is that Milk would not be able to let the past be the past, and Dark Choco would be really uncomfortable with Milk due to this (and that of his association to the past).

I’m not really here to debunk the first half because truth be told, I don’t know what Darkmilk’s dynamic would be like. I don’t know how Milk would react. None of us do. And it’s kind of the #1 thing I hate the most because people tend to just… assume darkmilk has to turn out completely awful no matter what even when nothing has happened at all. And it’s frustrating to me because 1) I feel like my thoughts and my voice and my story gets completely shut down (and it’s even worse because I honestly don’t think I agree with most people in this fandom about them anyways sooo…)

1.5) that assumption has been used for the past two years for people to hate on the pairing and honestly after I’ve kind of drifted away from cookie run and found other pairings like darkmilk? I’m just tired.

However, I am going to debunk “Dark Choco would be really uncomfortable with Milk” because the game actually kind of says otherwise through the Young Prince Ch 14 portrait (probably the best thing and only thing I’ll get because at this rate I’ll be dead before I get anything else)

Here’s the entire conversation between Dark Choco and Milk Cookie for reference as you read but here’s a recap to segueway into my point: Milk and Dark Choco are in front of the portrait. Milk starts talking about how the portrait inspired Milk to be the type of person and at the end of it, he calls Dark Choco a hero. In response, Dark Choco tells Milk he’s not a hero but also proceeds to thank him.

I’ve already written an analysis on this cutscene already and why Dark Choco responds the way he does but there’s something I realized and was reminded of when I found a different follow up analysis (that I’ll link a bit later) which is that actually this conversation between Dark Choco and Milk goes much better than what I or probably anyone else expected.

My initial expectation was that oh Dark Choco would have probably just said nothing or he would actually express clear discomfort from being around Milk. That’s what I was reminded of.

However, I realized while I was rereading that the last time Dark Choco has technically seen Milk was through a flashback during that Dark Mode scene. He was forced to rewatch his past memories and relive him slashing his father through Pomegranate’s magic. And because of that, he had a mental breakdown (more specifically it triggered his PTSD).

The most realistic expectation and conclusion based on what the game has provided us up to the release of Ch. 14 would be Dark Choco shouldn’t have even been standing in that room not just because Milk is there but because the Young Prince Portrait is hanged up on the wall and he’s standing in that very room. And don’t try to tell me “Oh what if Milk dragged him-“ Dark Choco wouldn’t be a pushover over his own trauma just because some guy he saved whatever amount of years ago really wanted to see it. He doesn’t hesitate to say how it is (and you can see that by how he immediately corrects milk when Milk calls him a hero.)

But if he wouldn’t want to or wouldn’t be comfortable in that very room, why is he there now with Milk? My answer to this which is more of a theory is that this portrait conversation takes place at an unknown time in the future where Dark Choco had already started to heal and most likely was able to make peace with however amounts of his past.

A point in time where Dark Choco willingly makes the choice to stand in front of the portrait and acknowledge that it still exists. The portrait still exists. The past can’t be erased but they have healed and can now acknowledge it without breaking down. I think the same thing goes for being in the same room as Milk. Remembering how he saved Milk was part of the flashbacks in Dark Mode. So realistically if he wasn’t ready, Dark Choco would just be avoiding him and probably wouldn’t have visited this room in the first place.

But yet there he is in the same room as Milk. Looking at the same portrait of himself with Milk and talking about it with him. The energy in the room is awkward and tbh that’s probably expected but if Dark Choco had truly been uncomfortable with Milk he would have left the room already and he certainly wouldn’t have thanked him for what Milk said.

I don’t actually know how to end this post. I’ll just throw in that Milk could be like 5x worse with his admiration but he’s not and he’s also *mild* when put next to the other two non cookie run pairings that’s been in my head recently and yet both of those pairings literally get development with them acknowledging aspects of their relationship and what they want out of it while *also still exhibiting the same intense admiration*. And they’ve been more accepted by their fandoms than darkmilk so like… I’ll just stare at my ceiling

#please please please please read this I’m actually begging you here #it’s been 2 years I hope I can set myself free soon #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #cinder rambles #dark choco cookie #milk cookie #dark choco cookie x milk cookie #darkmilk #live laugh love！！！<- totally didn’t lose it the entire day yesterday

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undercovergirl · 8 months

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Thoughts about topnew

I have so many mixed feelings about topmew, so here comes a little rant.

Before anything, I want to clarify that this is strictly about the characters. I've been a loyal forcebook stan since enchanté era and seeing how much hate they've received bc of these roles hurts my heart, so my opinions are in no way meant to cause any harm to then.

Okay, let's dive into it.

First of all, I'm going to start with Mew. I've loved this little guy from the moment he popped on my screen and I never truly believed he'd be this manipulative mastermind everyone wanted him to be. He made some wild decisions because he was heartbroken and 2 people he trusted betrayed him, so I can't blame him for wanting to hurt Top. I don't blame him for dating Ray either, because I think he genuinely wanted to give him a chance, and just like he said to Ray, he didn't have the right to get mad at him for cheating on him with Sand, because he was also using him to hurt Top. Also, I do think what Top did was cheating. He and Mew had been dating for almost 3 months, they were exclusive and Top had been very clear from the beginning what were his intentions with Mew. He was referring to himself over and over again as "Mew's boyfriend", even on the same episode when he hooked up with Boston. Mew had been nothing but honest with him and was always open to communicate about their feelings and issues, so the fact that he believed Boston about RayMew being a thing, even when Boston told him this had happened 2 years ago, and when we know that the video doesn't show anything else but a kiss, was a very disappointing.

Now, about Top. From the beginning we see him as this cocky, overconfident, selfish guy, who only sees Mew as a challenge he wants to win. As the series goes by, we can see his character development, and how much his feelings for Mew grow into something deeper. He cares for Mew, for his interests and feelings. They go on cute dates and he even gives Mew this super thoughtful gift full of handmade drawings showing the precious moments they've shared together. He's in love with Mew. He has changed for the better. He's more humble and cares more about the people around him. All of this things are very clear in the series. But the secret about his affair with Boston keeps looming over them and it's a tickling time boom that eventually explodes and ruins their relationship. Yes, Top is sorry. Yes, he loves Mew. Yes, I do believe he won't do that again. BUT I put myself in Mew's shoes and, if I were him, I wouldn't be able to forgive something like that. Cheating is cheating, no matter the "reasoning" behind it, no matter how sorry that person is and no matter how many times they promise to never do that again. Trust is a very fragile thing, and once you it's broken, it can never be the same again. Besides this, I also want to mention that comment Top said when he was "apologizing" to Mew. He mentioned how he didn't care if Mew had slept with Ray 2 years ago which shows that, even after all of that, even after Mew had been completely honest with him and told him that he and Ray had only kissed before he rejected Ray, Top still didn't believe him. He still believed Boston's words over Mew's, the man he loves and whom he wants to be back together with. That just doesn't sound right to me.

So yeah, I, personally, don't want topmew together. Again, I believe Top has changed and that he's a better man, but he did cheat on Mew and he broke him. Mew deserves better, he deserves someone who trusts him from the start, and Top deserves someone who doesn't have this voice inside him reminding him that his partner can cheat on him again, because it already happened once.

Lastly, I want to comment on today's episode and how Boeing plays a role in topmew's relationship. I've already made clear my stance on the end I want for topmew (and that I'm pretty I won't get, because let's be honest, this is gmm and it's very likely that all the fixed pairings end up together). But I think that if Boeing had appeared 2 episodes ago (because now they're running out of time), and Mew's revenge on Top had been sleeping with his friend, I would actually be rooting for them to be endgame. Yes, I am aware that Boeing doesn't actually like Mew and he mostly wants to get back at Top, but so did Mew, so that would've been the perfect revenge. After that, they would've been on equal foot, and could've started their relationship from zero. Getting to know each other all over again, but without this sense of "challenge" between them (which made purposefully awkward their on-screen interactions until the moment they had sex and let their wards down). After that, I can see them getting their happy ending. But that's not how the story goes, and so I don't think them ending up together it's the best for any of them. Top will keep tip-toeing around Mew, and Mew will keep reminding Top -even unconsciously- about his mistakes, and that's not the foundation of a healthy relationship.

Sorry for the rant, it's just that most of my moots are topmewist and I don't feel comfortable sharing this on my main account. Thanks for reading and please be nice to the actors and the crew involved. Everyone put a lot of love and effort into this series :D

#only friends the series #topmew #top tanin #mew witsarut #boeing

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slicznymartwy · 10 months

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*crying sobbing choking throwing up*

UGH GOSH. The soft Billy ask!!!! OH YOU WRETCHED THING, MAKING ME FEEL THINGS LIKE THAT!!!!! *sobs into hands* oh billy….poor poor billy….my little silly Billy…..once again, the way you write is just, simply lovely. Terribly subtle, clever, or maybe I’m just naive and silly! But, I just simply can’t help but feel he’s so sweet in his heart of hearts…..he just doesn’t know any better!!! Him saying he wants to, um. Ejaculate upon her teeth *wheezes*, yeesh Billy lol. But! He says that cause he has no idea how to say “you have a beautiful smile!” Or “you’re teeth are very pretty and white!” He just DOESNT KNOW!!! All he knows is BLOODY SEX. He reminds me of a little kid…in the way that, should a child grow up being told over and over how bad they are, they act out that way, they become what you tell them, you say they’re bad, and they believe it, cause how can they know any different? But when you tell a kiddo they’re sweet and pretty and good job and all these good things, they act that out, BECAUSE THEY BELIEVE YOU!! Billy only literal experience with people is just, people freaking out about him, around him, and pointing at him with aggression and fear and hate, he has no idea he could even be anything else, he has no idea that’s possible for him.

This boy is so autistic, in the way that….his, his botched up speech….is like mine. In my mind, I’m normal, all my thoughts are loud and swirling and racing, and when I decided on the correct wording, I say the words if I’m able to. I think I’m normal enough in that moment, I’m trying to be, but when I hear myself or see recording of me…..I’m so, blunt, and sporadic, and just OFF, my speech is chopped up into random quips, things that make sense to me but from the outside perspective, isn’t terribly fluid, like Billy. He’s thinking fully, but his words just come out, different. Gosh I love him so much. (I can translate my thoughts through writing far more smoothly I believe)

Poor billy…..I wish I could tell him, that he isn’t his thoughts….it’s just his brain, which is an organ, it’s just this particular organ malfunctioning, it just has conditions, like, someone with a heart condition or high blood pressure or an autoimmune disorder….it’s just…..it’s just SYMPTOMS. I wish I could, like you said, pat his back, rub his back oh so gently, comfort him and somehow convey to him, just cause he has all these horrible thoughts, doesn’t mean he’s horrible, doesn’t mean he IS his thoughts….I want to teach him and show him how I handle myself and try to control myself, and ignore my own thoughts, so he can see it’s possible!!

Oooogh!! I have SO. MANY. FEELINGS! AAAH!! I love the way you write how he communicates!! It just makes so much sense for him! I liken him to, groot, honestly. You know from the guardians of the galaxy? His vocabulary is VERY limited, he can only really say the words, “I am groot” but he’s literally speaking…normally, as in, his thoughts and meaning is normal, he just doesn’t have the words to say them, but rocket understand how he speaks, and can have conversations with him. That’s how Billy is!! Just, his language is limited to sexual vocabulary at the moment. Ooooooh, I would love to teach him about butterfly kisses and Eskimo kisses….I would hope they would make him warm and fuzzy on the inside! Melt boy! MELT!

hi !!! this is so sweet, i’m so glad you like my writing enough to send me this !!! thank you <33

i like writing a softer billy. you say it really well, he’s just deeply sick. i think maybe he’s experienced trauma growing up, and this is just how it manifests in him. he doesn’t realize he doesn’t have to be dirty billy. he thinks that’s all he is, so that’s all he lets himself be.

speaking of languages and physicality, i also partly feel like he would interpret non-sexual physical touch as being sexual, so i would definitely be interested to see him receiving something like a back rub or an eskimo kiss and realizing it can stop at that. touches can be platonic, not everyone is a sexual monster (definitely him projecting that).

as evil as he is, i want him to get better too. maybe it’s too late for him, but i think he deserves it a little bit T T

#billy lenz #black christmas (1974)#₊*. ⋆༘ — uli's asks

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alltoowille · 2 years

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I am a massive fan of your work on AO3. I have taken down several of your quotes... these are some of my favs.

“I love you,” he suddenly felt the need to say it again. He told Simon that all the time. Not because he worried Simon would forget, but because sometimes it felt like there was a volcano in his chest and if he didn’t occasionally toss out some of the bubbling, burning love churning within him it might explode. (The way you describe airing out your feelings to someone as a bubbling volcano is so fucking vivid and honestly helped me to understand why at times I too would also need to randomly speak my feelings out loud.)

The joy of watching the people you love fall in love with each other. (I cant even begin to describe why this quote means so much to me. I have always been someone who loves to watch my loved ones interact with other people I love in my life.)

Simon saw him and didn’t turn away. Simon saw him and came closer. Simon saw him and walked until their bodies were touching and he could feel the heat from Wille’s burning heart and Simon wasn’t scared of fire. Simon pressed his hand over Wille’s bare skin and reached inside of him and pulled his chest open, just to get a better view of his heart. (Now THIS! THIS!!!! Has gotta be my all time fav from you. This is just so fucking lovely. I can't! I have thought about this quote every single day since I read it, and it has made me so happy. JUST THIS!!! WOW.)

Tradition, he long ago learned, had a way of muting its own atrocities. (The way you made me think about my own traditions I have in my family and the ways that I so easily gloss over some of the disgusting parts of it. You make me think a lot whilst reading your fics haha.)

He felt honoured, in some ways, to be the first to get to walk around the garden of Wille’s heart, hand in hand with Wilhelm as they looked at the thorns and flowers and weeds and herbs that had grown quietly, invisibly, over the past nineteen years. (No other words. This is just simply beautiful.

It felt as though they were flicking pure delight back and forth at each other, like the water was transformed into a fountain of nectar imbued with magical qualities, able to make everything lighter and more joyful than ever before. (Again. Just beautiful. 'Flicking pure delight.' Just wow. I love it so much. Made me think of my own times just being a kid with people I love. Being carefree. Thank you for reminding me of those times.)

The aisles were wide enough that there was no chance of them accidentally slamming into anything or causing any sort of problems—neither of them would risk breaking Rosh’s trust. Still, the benefit of being adults acting like children was that they knew the exact limits, both knew to remain careful enough that Simon wasn’t worried at all. (I love this. Thats all I can say.)

So yeah... pretty much all fics I've read from you have been exquisite. Your writing it breath taking and several times when I'm reading (or rereading), I have to take pauses just to compartmentalise what I'm reading because its simply beautiful, and just like poetry. Please never stop writing. I'm always super excited when I see an update from you. I've saved many a quote from you, and they all have such a special place in my heart. I often find myself rereading quotes and just ruminating on how gorgeous they are. Thank you for sharing your talent.

i have left this in my inbox for so long because i’m just floored and so touched by this ask holy FUCK!!!!!!! tbh i would KILL to see the full list of every quote you’ve noted from my fics or if you’ve ever talked w anyone else about them (even if it’s long my messages r open for as many screenshots as u have 😭) cause it’s insane to see lines on here that i was sort of unsure of or insecure about and then others that i was so happy with but not sure if they would resonate with other people ….. im just!!! at a loss to express my gratitude for this dani omg thank u so so much. i alwayssss look forward to your comments and im so happy to have tangible expressions of validation to look at when i doubt myself. also i have to add that the watching people you care about fall in love with each other is an allusion to yanigihara! “He experienced the singular pleasure of watching people he loved fall in love with other people he loved” is the original quote <3

anyway i was just feeling some self doubt and came back to look at this and decided it was time to answer :))) thank u so much for this it means so much to me!!

#asks #painter au #lake house

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convexicalcrow · 1 year

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Cub wasn't one to dig himself into a hole and hide, especially after only a day on the server. He could just leave, of course. He'd done the redstone they'd brought him on for, so he could go back to his other world and just stay there, right? Well, maybe. But he wasn't going anywhere, and he didn't know why.

He hadn't anticipated how ... being around other people would feel. His face didn't reflect the rest of his body, which is why he covered so much of it up. But then they just saw his face and made assumptions, and that was what he wanted, right? It wasn't really his face though. Just a mask to cover up what he didn't want them to see.

They'd all been so nice and welcoming, that wasn't the issue. He liked them! But somehow he still had the urge to slip away and hide in a hole in a hill, just needing to be alone. He wouldn't tell them. They didn't need to know. He'd never told anyone before, why would he start now? No. Better let that secret remain his own. Let them see him as that old guy who knows redstone.

He wanted to rip off the bandages around his chest. Their texture against his skin was just suddenly the most aggravating thing in the world. They felt like sandpaper, all rough and tight and cutting into him. He wanted to be rid of them, but then he'd just be reminded of what they were concealing.

He hugged his knees to his chest, hoping it might help. It didn't, but the hope was there. He didn't like it when his body felt like this, all wrong and hurting. He never really knew how to make it go away. Just sat it out until it was gone, mostly. He resisted the urge to claw at the bandages, knowing it never helped.

After all, there was nothing between his legs either, and that was always most obvious when he sat like this. He'd tried to make a packer that he felt comfortable with, but they'd all felt wrong. Not enough weight, too scratchy, too dense, too heavy, didn't sit right, never felt like it was a part of his body.

Clearly sitting in a hole on his own instead of just leaving like a normal person was not helping. It was just making him wallow, and he hated wallowing. But he'd just been a little too overwhelmed once all the redstone was done, and needed a break away from the others, so he'd told them he was going to go look around, get the lay of the land, that kind of thing. A thing other players would understand for someone new to a server.

Instead, he was curled up in a hole, wishing the earth would open up and swallow him.

"Ah! Hallo! There you are, my friend! I wondered where you had disappeared to! Mind if I come in?"

Iskall's voice interrupted his thoughts and he turned to the doorway, wondering if he could simply keep quiet and he might go away.

"It's alright, no one else is with me, I promise. We're the only ones on the server right now. I just want to make sure you're okay, because you said you weren't used to playing with friends, and maybe things got a little too much! It's okay if it did! Just let me know if I can do anything," Iskall said.

Cub listened to his words, unsure what to do. Invite him in, probably. He did like Iskall a lot. But he wasn't sure if he wanted him to see him like this.

"Clearly something is not okay if you are hiding away, Cub. You don't have to tell me anything. But I am here and I can listen! Or I can just talk about nonsense, that also works!" Iskall said.

"I-, no, you can come in, it's fine. Well. It's not, but. You wouldn't understand," Cub said.

"Perfectly fair, I do not understand much about you yet, Cub, but I am keen to learn!" Iskall said. "Okay, I will join you inside, which is good, because it has started raining, and I do not want to get wet!"

Cub laughed in spite of himself as Iskall joined him, closing the door to the rain outside. Iskall set down another torch and offered him some food, which Cub brushed off. He was fine.

"Do you need me to keep some space for you? Like, do you want me to stay here or are you okay with cuddles? Because you look like you need cuddles!" Iskall said.

Cub looked at him. "I-I don't know. I- my head's a bit of a mess."

"Cuddles it is, then!" Iskall said, sitting down next to him and bringing him into his arms.

Cub resisted it for a moment, but Iskall was big and strong and his arms felt like protection and comfort, and he soon hugged him back. It... it helped, a little bit, more than he was willing to admit.

"What are your pronouns, by the way, Mr Cubfan?" Iskall asked, in between talking about an old base build and some friends he wanted to go and see.

The question caught Cub off-guard, and he sat up, pulling away from him a little bit. Iskall had made good on his promise to talk nonsense and it had helped Cub feel better. It had at least been a good distraction. Until that question, of course. Cub felt like he was a rabbit in headlights now. Did he know? How could he have known? He hadn't felt his bandages, had he? How was he going to explain that away if he had?

"M-my pronouns? Why do you ask?" Cub said, unsure where this was going.

"I do not like making assumptions! And I should have asked earlier before I introduced you to everyone, but things were a bit chaotic and there wasn't time, sorry!" Iskall said.

"Oh, okay, yeah. Uh. Male, I guess? Sorry, no one's ever asked before, so. I wasn't expecting it," Cub said, anxiety gripping his heart even though he clearly didn't have anything to fear. Saying it out loud to someone else was scarier than he'd thought it would be.

"Good, good! You can use any pronouns for me, I don't mind. My gender's a bit-" Iskall gestured, unable to really grasp what he was trying to say. "Yeah, I don't know. Thought you should know that at least. I hope I didn't upset you with that."

"No, no, it's- like I said, no one's ever asked before, that's all," Cub said, laughing it off.

Iskall brought him into his arms again. "Sounds like you've been waiting for someone to ask, hmm?"

Cub settled back against him. "I don't know, maybe?"

"If you say you are a man, Cub, then you are a man. Why would I question that? You know yourself better than I do. I don't need to know more than that," Iskall said. "But I take it you have never talked about this to anyone before, yes? So it feels weird? It was like that for me too, when someone first asked me. So that is why I ask now, because sometimes it's the only way you know you're talking to someone who will understand."

Cub was feeling a lot of things all at once. Hating himself for giving himself away, but thankful for Iskall's kindness. Unsure he had the words for anything he was feeling about his gender. Unsure he even wanted to talk about it yet. He could, of course, but was he ready? He didn't know.

Iskall took his hand then and brought it under his shirt. Cub wasn't expecting to feel bandages, and he looked up at Iskall, unsure how to process any of that.

"We can talk when you're ready, Cub. But know I understand and will not judge you. Because I have been there too," Iskall said.

Cub woke beside Iskall, in their slightly larger dirt hole. Iskall had made some beds and a little more space, and it was ... cosier now. Iskall was a heater to sleep next to, and Cub sat up, feeling strange.

Iskall was somehow just like him. But somehow telling him that was the scariest thing he could think of doing. And so he hadn't. He'd felt Iskall's bandages over his chest, and didn't know what to do with that information. So Iskall just kept talking nonsense until they were both sleepy enough to want a bed. And now he was here, and awake, and wanting to run away as much as he wanted to stay.

No, he didn't want to run away. Well, not really. He'd joined, and he was going to stay, it might just take him a while to adjust to being around people. They were building things together here, and that was an exciting thing to be a part of. He just had no practice at, well. Being around people. That's really what it came down to. On his own, it never mattered. And now it was all he could think about.

Did they need to know? Did they really? Iskall didn't seem to care. But the thought of carrying around that secret when he's not just doing his own thing felt too heavy a burden. And yet. He couldn't even tell Iskall when he knew, he knew, what those bandages represented.

Speaking of bandages, though, his were itching again after he'd slept in them. Got all rubbed the wrong way. He glanced a look at Iskall, still sleeping soundly in bed. If he was quick, he could fix it without him waking up. Right? Maybe.

He still dug himself a small hole into the wall and sealed himself in, just in case. Setting a torch on the ground, he began to undress, letting his coat, shirt and tie fall to the floor. He didn't... like seeing himself like this. He liked it even less as he unfastened the bandages and rolled them up over his hand, feeling his breasts fall forward once more as he felt their weight on his chest. He wanted to cry. He wished they were smaller, and not as obvious, so he didn't have to rely on bandages. They shouldn't be there at all. But they were, and he had no idea how to get rid of them, save for simply slicing them off himself in desperation. He wouldn't, of course, but in his darker moments, he did think about it.

There were angry marks all over his chest from the bandages. He tried not to make a habit of sleeping in them, but sometimes it happened, and now he had to deal with it. He hadn't felt safe sleeping without them next to Iskall, to be fair. He wasn't sure he was ready for him to know.

"Cub? Where did you go? Are you okay? Can I help?" Iskall called, interrupting his contemplation.

"I'm okay, I just needed a moment. I'll be with you in a bit, okay?" Cub called back, hoping that would satisfy him.

"Oh! Okay! I will get breakfast! There is a nice lake where I saw some fish before. That will do nicely," Iskall said.

"Sure, sounds good to me," Cub said.

"Oh, and Cub?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for letting me in. I hope you feel a little better today."

"Maybe, maybe, yeah."

"That's good! I will bring back all the fish now! See you soon!"

And with that, Iskall was gone, and Cub turned back to the bandages in his hands. His chest was aching as it often did when he wore them too long. He should let himself breathe a while, but he knew that wasn't an option, not with Iskall coming back soon. So he bandaged his chest up again and got dressed. He'd take them off later. He'd be fine till then.

"What gave me away?" Cub said, because surely something had, right? What had he not done that made Iskall know? Or suspect, at the very least. "As being... you know."

Iskall shrugged as he handed over some freshly cooked fish and bread. "Nothing, really! Your responses to asking for your pronouns did make me wonder, but I figure you'll tell me if you want to. None of my business really! If you say you're a man, that's enough for me, and for everyone here, I promise. No need to explain yourself, especially if you're not ready."

Cub took the food and sat by the fire outside their little dirt hole. "Thanks, it's just... Thanks."

"You're welcome!" Iskall said cheerfully.

Cub smiled, appreciating that he wasn't being pushed on the matter. Maybe he suspected, maybe he didn't. Iskall talked more nonsense as they ate, going over more building plans for the kingdom and what he wanted it all to look like. It was a good distraction, and Cub was excited to see where this project would end up.

"Okay, well, if you are okay now, I will get back to building! And if you ever need to talk, just come and find me, okay?" Iskall said as he packed up his things and extinguished the fire.

"Yeah, sure, will do," Cub said. "Thanks again, man. Just- thanks."

"No problem! Also! I invited you here not just for your skills but because I thought you'd fit in well here. We want you here, Cub, as a friend. You are friend-shaped, Mr Cubfan! Just always remember that, okay?" Iskall said.

"Thanks, I- it is really nice to be here. I think we're going to make something really nice here," Cub said.

"Me too! Anyway, I will be back working on the base. Join me when you're ready, yes?" Iskall said.

"Sure, I'll see you there," Cub said.

Cub watched him go. He still hadn't told him. Just- the very idea that he could just talk about all his gender stuff to someone else was still scary to him, even if it was someone else who would understand. He wasn't sure he had all the words. Wasn't sure he could explain it, and he hated that this was the one thing he couldn't explain. He hardly understood it himself, let alone knew how to tell someone else.

He went back inside the dirt hole and shut himself in again. He needed to breathe, much as he would hate seeing his chest again, and he appreciated Iskall giving him space and time to do that. His ribs were definitely asking for a rest at any rate.

He undressed again, taking a moment to inhale deeply once the bandages were wound up and sat aside on top of his clothes. Did Iskall do things like this? Did he need to? He couldn't remember if Iskall had removed his bandages before they'd gone to bed; what he did remember was falling asleep against his chest, so perhaps he'd moved him later. Maybe that was it. Yeah.

Cub sat against the far wall, thinking, his shirt loosely covering his chest so he didn't have to look at it. It didn't entirely help, but not seeing his breasts was always better. Maybe, in time, Iskall would know. Maybe one day he'd feel brave enough to talk about it. But not yet. And he was grateful for Iskall for giving him that choice, a choice he was not expecting to be given. Maybe this server would be good for him after all.

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Don’t mind me skipping back and forth though the fight, but I just noticed another switch: [The Pythia knew he should be trying to get back to the palace by any means necessary.

But Wilbur couldn’t bring himself to go. ] this just about sums up the entire struggle. There are two identities inside Wilbur's head. What he’s been told to be and what he actually is. What he’s supposed to want and what he actually wants. And those things are so far apart that he has to conpartimalise them as different beings: The Pythia and Wilbur. Also, I feel like it’s intentional that every time he says he’s empty or not a person, it’s just pronouns. Neither of the names. The rest of the fight swings back between Pythia and pronouns, which could just be regular writing.

This is another nice contrast: [“You don’t have any fucking right to talk badly about Her.”

Tommy pushed to his feet. “Maybe I don’t, but you do, Wilbur.”

Gritting his teeth, the Pythia stood up so he and Tommy were face to face.] Tommy uses Wilbur’s name a lot during this fight. It’s part of his, you are a person message. But this time it has the opposite effect. Wilbur doubles down more and more into being the Pythia. There’s a few of these throughout the fight.

Also, a huge part of this fight is how confident Tommy is that Wilbur is a person (which fair, he’s right), but both of them are stubborn in their respective lanes. I think the problem is that Tommy’s pushing just a smidge too far. Just a bit further than Wilbur is ready or willing to go. And the result is heavy pushback. And the more they push the more they want to hurt. It’s Wilbur’s defense mechanism. When he wants to be left alone he aims to hurt. We’ve seen him do it with Niki also the way back during the football game and now he’s doing it to Tommy.

I’m also pretty certain he wasn’t going for the ‘thinms he knows better’ not at first anyway. [“And you know me so well? Is that it?” The Pythia jeered.

Instead of flinching back like the Pythia expected him to, Tommy stepped forward so the two of them were eye to eye.] Wilbur was originally going for how well Tommy know him. Trying to make him question. But Tommy’s unwavering confidence that he does know Wilbur best gets in the way. So Wilbur changes tactics. He calls out Tommy on wanting to feel special. But that doesn’t really work either. And than Wilbur ofhandly calls Tommy stupid. Which does stick so he pivots into calling out his incompetence and accidentally ends up at Jack. Which clearly hits cuz it gets Tommy to shut up for the first time.

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OKAY BACK TO ANSWERING ASKS ABOUT CH 16

yup those two lines summed up a lot. the pythia being his duty, what he's supposed to do, and wilbur wanting something else. as I'm sure you can tell I seriously have way too much fun playing around with how i refer to wilbur in the narration. it's always a conscious choice when I'm using pythia or wilbur or just pronouns, and it really helps me stay in wilbur's head as I'm writing. it keeps me aware of his mental state at all times.

tommy is never going to stop trying to convince wilbur he's a person, and the easiest way to do that is to constantly use his name. force him to confront that he has an identity outside of being the pythia whether he wants it or not. so of course when he's pissed, these reminders only serve to push him in the other direction.

the issue with wilbur is that even though yes, tommy is pushing too far and too fast, that's the dynamic they've built. tommy started using wilbur's name way before he was ready for it, but it forced him forward. it worked last time, so of course tommy's going to try pushing too far again. which of course leads to backlash, but it does get wilbur to start confronting things he's been hiding from for too long now. it's not a healthy way to go about things and certainly causes wilbur a lot of stress, but it's how wilbur and tommy bounce off of each other.

and yup, when wilbur really wants someone to back the fuck off, he tries to hurt them. he tries to make tommy question himself even though he knows damn well tommy knows him better than anyone else. but tommy knows that too, so it doesn't work. so yeah, the only foothold wilbur could really find in the argument to upset tommy was by bringing up the jack situation again. yes, it was a dirty move, but he's lashing out in any way he can.

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"Dutch, I just wanted to thank you for treating me like everyone else. I see all of us here, men and women, and it's nothing I've seen anywhere else. No matter our color or background, you've taken us in just the same."

Dutch was sitting right outside his tent thinking about their next move when he was approached by Charles. His antigovernmental and pro-individualist idealism, combined with his natural charisma, attracted a following of people who had been downtrodden by the society they lived in and Charles was one of them. Several members of the gang were orphans, minorities, town drunks, former prostitutes, and other lowlifes ─ people who had felt they had no purpose until they joined the gang and Dutch gave them a sense of unity and family.

" Charles, My Boy, no need to thank me. It is I who should be thanking you for trusting in me enough to see what it is we're all trying to accomplish here. " His hand would raise to rub against his chin. While this wasn't exactly the perfect place Dutch had in mind it would suffice for now until he could come up with their next big heist ─ hopefully, it would be enough for them to flee this place for good.

" No matter where we come from or what we've done in our lifetimes we all share something in common, we all want and deserve a better life than what was handed to us. No one has room to judge another here. " Dutch's eyes would wonder about the camp to every individual noticing the ones who were working, the ones who were missing from camp, and the ones sitting on their asses doing nothing. All things for him to address at another time.

" How are you liking the place so far? "

Charles was one of the newest members of the group. He didn't know anyone and thus had yet to fully immerse himself. But just the way Dutch carried himself, a man of culture, but also a fair man who took people in regardless of background and race, was someone Charles didn't think could exist in this day and age. Charles never had many friends growing up. It'd always just been himself, his mother, and his father. At one point, he had an uncle. Where they all were, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that at some point, he could only depend on himself to survive, and it'd been that way for a long time until he encountered Dutch. Now, being alone was no longer an option.

"So far, I'm liking this," Charles admitted. His dark eyes scanned the campgrounds. He also couldn't help but notice the ones who didn't exactly pick up the slack when it came to working. Fortunately, he was one to work with his hands. He didn't even have to be asked. If something needed to be done, he'd do it. Rain or shine, there was always work to be done.

Then, looking back at Dutch, he asked him, "Is there a pool of money we all contribute to somewhere?"

Dutch took a moment to light himself up a cigar. He greatly enjoyed the taste of them much like he did a good whiskey. " I admire the work you've been doing around here. It says a lot about you Charles. Just make sure you're not overdoing your part. Everyone has their part to do. This should never be a one-man deal carrying the brunt of the load. " Now of course Dutch knew there were more people than just Charles pulling their weight around the camp, but you could call that Dutch's silver tongue at work.

" Arthur did a good job in finding this place for us. Think it's been a while since any of us have slept with an actual roof over our heads. Which reminds me. If you would like have a chat with Susan a little later to see if she can set you up a room inside. I think you've more than earned it. " It was no secret that a select few received better accommodations than others. It all boiled down to who was pulling the most weight around the group. " I'm glad and just remember it only gets better from here. Soon enough we're going to be living like Kings. "

Ah, the good old ledger and lockbox. Now Dutch was a little upset that no one had told Charles about the camp funds sooner. " Take a walk with me, my boy. " He stood and waved his hand for Charles to follow where he lead him inside the building and up the stairs to the room he was staying in. Off to the side, he presented the lockbox to Charles. " I'm sure you've been told that when you make a score if you had help on the job then everyone gets a cut. The cut that remains yours the camp then gets a cut to ensure we have food, medicine, and ammunition. All the things that we need to keep us going. The ledger keeps track of everything that's been spent from the funds. " Of course, not everything in the ledger was accurate these days but no one seemed any wiser to it. Not many had the nerve to question him about it even if they noticed something seemed a little off.

Charles admired how organized this group was. Dutch was a clear-thinking man. He knew how to get the job done. It said a lot about how ambitious he was, and Charles was thankful for being taken in. For much of his life, he never fit in anywhere. Everyone judged him simply of his color, and once they learned of his background, they wanted him to pick sides. Why couldn't he be both? He WAS both. Dutch valued him not as a mixed-race man, but simply as a man who could be of use to him.

His eyes settled upon the lockbox as he listened to Dutch's explanation about the honor system over the camp funds. It was easy enough to understand. If everyone pulled their weight, they would reach their end goal of wealth. In Charles' case, he simply wanted to stop running and worrying about having to look over his shoulder all the time. He wanted to stop sleeping with one eye open.

"Yes, sir, Arthur's informed me as much," Charles replied. They only spoke here and there, but so far, Arthur was a straightforward fellow - someone the folks admired and looked up to. Like Charles, Arthur did a lot of the physical labor. For some reason, nobody else seemed to take on those tasks, or rather, they didn't WANT to…

Charles was a natural survivor, with or without others. Ever since he was brought into the group, it gave him more of an incentive to fight much harder for not just his own sake, but for theirs as well. Being with Dutch gave him a sense of purpose, and he wouldn't let him down.

"Thank you again, Dutch, for everything," he said. "If you don't need me for anything else, I'll go find Miss Grimshaw for my accommodations."

Dutch felt it rather refreshing having this conversation with Charles. All he'd heard for days was questioning and doubting. The most shocking part was that it came from people he would never imagine doing so. The situation was highly irritating, to say the least. Arthur was right about one thing he said ─ things weren't like they used to be. This was the beginning of a new era, and Micah helped him see that. The way things worked before just didn't work now. Changes had to be made and things done differently. Nothing would be given to them for free except a long drop on a short rope. No, they had to take what they needed and by all means necessary.

Arthur, John, and Hosea were all stuck in the old days. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't drive home to them that the old way of doing things didn't work anymore. They carried on and on about innocent people but there was no such thing in this world. Micah helped him understand that. What happened to Heidi back in Blackwater was regrettable but necessary for them to escape. Micah gave him more insight in a few months than reading books for years could. Dutch viewed Micah as heaven sent and they were very fortunate to have him as a member of their team.

Dutch nodded his head. One thing he did not want was for Arthur to start putting all those crazy ideas inside Charles' head. " Arthur is the most proficient shooter we have at this camp; he never misses his target. I taught him everything I know, but he's unable to adjust to change. " It was unfortunate because Arthur had been like a son to him over the many long years they'd rode together.

He needed as many people on his side as possible. They couldn't be filled with doubt and they sure as shit couldn't be disloyal. It was because of him that they all were free and could live their lives in a way they never could before. All he wants in return is loyalty to the fullest and willingness to follow his orders without question. No reason for concern had been raised so far by Charles.

" Don't mention it, my boy. " Dutch remarked as he clasped his hand against Charles' shoulder. " When you've settled in and rested, take one of the boys with you and see if you can get Pearson something good for the stew pot. " With that, he gave Charles one last pat on the shoulder and headed back to his book.

#t: everyone has a purpose #feat: dutch charles #v: wanted dead or alive #red dead redemption #c: dutch #c: charles

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dancingbabya-notes · 2 years

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Um I will put a small warning this can be considered um heavy... or angsty? Maybe...

Bakugo x OC

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Watching the plaster crack under his fist I shrink back as the tears fill my eyes.

“Tsuki, you were right.” My broken sobs ring out as I pull my hands away from my hair.

He finally looks at me. I can’t read the emotion in his eyes, swallowing hard I stand up with shaky foundation. My legs were weak, but I needed to say something.

“If I already knew about your anger issues, I shouldn’t have stayed.” Rubbing the tears from my eyes I throw the paper toward his feet. “I’ll see you around Tsuki.”

Grabbing my go-bag, I quickly run to the only place that I can think to go. My mother wasn’t even in japan anymore, so she isn’t even here to tell I told you so. Knocking on the door, I try to straighten myself as I’m greeted by a worried Mitsuki and Masaru. Warm arms wrap around me as I try not to cry again for the second time tonight.

“Yoko, what’s wrong?” Mitsuki’s eyes darken, she is ready for blood.

“It was Katsuki,” I mumble through the tears. “I only came to tell you some important news.”

Masaru helps me inside and Mitsuki forces me to sit while she wipes at my tears.

“What did he do?”

I chuckle. “I angered him by asking to sit still for a minute to talk.”

“That’s no reason to yell at you,” she seethes.

Trying to smooth my hair I nod. “I think it will blow over better if I tell you guys before ever telling him.”

Masaru hands me a cup and I look at both of them with a smile.

“I’m pregnant.”

Mitsuki stands up. “You’re telling him.”

“No, please. I can’t. I don’t think I’ll be able to carry to term if I’m with Katsuki,” I mumble. “I want you two to be a part of the baby’s life. I’ve already given him the ultrasound.”

“He said he’s coming,” Masaru puts his phone down.

Blinking I shake my head. “I gotta go then. I was going to ask Resea to take me to the house.”

Mitsuki sighs. “You’re just as stubborn as him, please call if anything happens. I won’t tell my stupid son anything.”

“Thank you, Mitsuki.”

“Just start calling me Grandma.”

Kirishima looks at me with a sigh. “You gotta tell Bakubro.”

Currently hunched over the toilet, my hair was cut to lessen washing. Resea frowns at her boyfriend.

“I’m not letting that asshole anywhere near these babies. Yoko is going to need a lot of help after she has the babies and I’ve already put in for leave,” she crosses her arms. “If you stress her out by bringing Bakubitch into this she could lose the babies.”

Kirishima frowns. “But I hate lying to my best friend.”

“Then let me have Resea,” I manage between breaths.

Lugging myself up I turn to brush my teeth in the sink.

“Are you sure?”

“Unless you know someone else that needs a lot of down time?”

Ten minutes later two more people were moving into my house. I had the space, so it didn’t bother me. Midoriya and Todoroki, with them came the baby proofing of the entire house. Todoroki brought in enough things that I wasn’t even sure if everything would get used.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I whimper.

A warm hand rubs circles into my back. “Because you would do the same for us.”

“Thank you, Midoriya.”

“This also gives us a much-needed break for a while,” Todoroki adds.

“I’m glad my pregnancy can be an excuse for you to step out,” smirking I get up from the chair. “Want me to make anything for you guys?”

Midoriya places a gentle hand on my shoulder as he makes me sit back down. “You’re not allowed to do anything.”

“Let me do something, if I sit down, I’ll lose my mind,” I remind him with a frown.

That brought on a change, Kirishima and Resea return to Musutafu. Todoroki and Midoriya were going to be my helping hands as I tried to keep my mind busy. The area wasn’t densely populated, and everyone already knew that I had people from my old place helping me out during my pregnancy. Luckily, they weren’t too against the idea, times change and seeing as I wasn’t sure how this would go, I was worried. The twins brought nothing but pain to me, I craved foods that I never ate before and many things that burned any remnant of taste buds. As the day approached the midwife was a bit shocked at my helping hands but didn’t mind, nonetheless. More hands-on deck the better.

“Two healthy babies, one boy and one girl,” She looks at me with and nods. “I’ll leave the papers for you to fill out later.”

“Thank you.”

Shortly after I felt like I couldn’t do anything. But Midoriya and Todoroki were a great help. I called Mitsuki to show her the babies and that warranted a visit. Masaru had to drag her back because they were still on the fence about when I should introduce the twins to Katsuki. Youhei my little ocean warrior already showed signs of having my quirk, he always seemed most calm in the bath and fascinated by it. Kazuki my little hopeful victory, she showed no early signs of either quirk. But nonetheless they were very happy babies.

Midoriya and Todoroki had to return to work, and I stayed at the house. Mitsuki came to visit a few times and I welcome her as the kids start to grow more. I felt like all my time was filled with taking pictures of them even though I used some of my free time to keep myself sane. Time felt like it was speeding by as the time for me to sleep train them came. Truly a nightmare. Not as much as their first birthday sneaking up on me.

“Are you going to tell him?” Resea asks as she holds Kazuki.

“Yeah, I mean. I have to?” Shrugging I run a careful hand through my hair. “Katsuki has a right to know.”

Kirishima winces. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

“Why? You were practically ready to put me on his doorstep a year and a half ago,” I raise my brow.

“Well…”

“Kirishima.”

“Kacchan hasn’t tried looking for you,” Midoriya frowns.

“Yes, he has,” I sigh. “I just didn’t pay it any mind since the last fight we had. I’ll go and see him myself; I’ll probably give him pictures of the twins. But that’s really all.”

Mitsuki smiles as I look at her. “As long as this is what you want to do.”

Smiling I nod. “Yeah, I do. If he really doesn’t want to see them then—”

Looking at the smiling faces of my children I stand up. “We can erase ourselves from his life. Grandma and Grandpa will be allowed and all their uncles and Aunty.”

The next day Midoriya and Todoroki volunteered to stay in the house with the twins as I rode back to Tokyo. It seemed odd; I could maneuver the city streets, but I grew frustrated at it as I kept going. Showing up at the agency would be rude and unwarranted. Maybe I should call him on my old phone?

Finding a café, I charge my phone for a little bit waiting for it to get to full battery. It wasn’t long. Opening the phone I leave the café and walk while calling. The phone connected and I almost melt at the voice on the other side.

“Why are you calling?”

I look at the street and mumble. “I wanted to talk to you. If you don’t want to talk, then we don’t have to meet ever again.”

He’s quiet. “Come to the office.”

“How long?”

“Get here as fast as you can dumbass.”

Ending the call, I turn around to start my walk to the agency. My old ID came in handy as I walked to the door and fixed my shirt a bit. I lost many of my old clothes after leaving the apartment that we shared, and I could only manage to wear some thrifted clothes that definitely didn’t fit. Knocking on the door I heard his voice telling me to come in. He looked tired. This might be a quick exchange and I can go back to my angels.

“Wanna tell me what made you think leaving was a good idea?” he scoffs.

Real quick.

“Because, the doctor said if I ever wanted to have children this was my only chance,” I cross my arms.

“Why would you want to have children?”

I raise a brow. “You’re asking quite a few questions right now Bakugo.”

He freezes.

“Look.” Placing the pictures on the table in front of him I smile just a little bit. “These are our brats. Forgive me for wanting to have a child with the man I love. But I would do it again and again if I had the chance. If I stayed with you at that time, I don’t know if my body would have been able to handle the stress.”

“You left me for some snot nose brats.”

“Your mom and dad love them.”

“You let the old hag meet them?”

“Maybe if you had reacted differently, I would have let you meet them, shit we could actually be a family,” I frown. “But you broke a hole into the fucking wall five centimeters away from my skull. I do not want them growing up without you. But if you don’t want to, then you’ll never hear my name again.”

Bakugo is a proud person, and I don’t expect him to change at all. “Who else knows about them?”

Taking a slight step back I cross my arms. “Why does it matter? Is my family not allowed to know about my children? I may not have taken the surname bit I am still Kirishima’s little sister.”

“The why didn’t Shitty hair tell me?”

“Alright let’s think about this logically,” I pose the question holding my hands to distinguish. “If you had a little sister and your best friend dated her, she comes sobbing to you over and over again because your best friend won’t listen. They get angry often, and they won’t bend even a little bit. No one asked them to change completely just work together meet them halfway.”

Bakugo’s eyes seem to lose some light.

“The last time you saw her she’s sobbing because she feared for her life, she wasn’t even worried about her mental health. No, she tells you that she’s pregnant and wants to have her children without fear that she could lose them or her own life.” Clenching my fists, I palm my hair. “Look Katsuki, I love you. You’re the only man I could ever love. I love with my whole heart; you have all of it. Our kids have it too, because they are a part of us.”

He reaches for me, but I flinch back.

“I only came to show you their pictures, I wanted to do you at least that justice. My phone hasn’t changed, just call me if you want to meet them.” Sucking in a breath I look at him. “Or you can ask your mom where we live. Kazuki has your eyes, and Youhei a mini you if I ever saw one.”

I left there. I didn’t get a call.

(I just realized a big part of this is missing but I don't have the patience to find it maybe I'll add it later)

#bakugo x oc #bnha x oc #angst?#prohero bakugo x prohero oc #prohero oc #prohero bakugo #prohero bakugo x oc

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kkomai · 2 years

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”Dear, sweetheart, are you alright?” he says in deep concern. He doesn’t know what had happened between her and her mother. But right now isn’t time to be thinking about that he cared too much to ignore her crystal clear tears. He sits down on the bed beside her.

She nods slowly, taking a few moments to calm down before saying. “I’m fine."

"What happened? You don't seem okay," he said with a frown. His heart aches when he sees how broken she looks. She' s shoulders sag, as if she is exhausted of all energy. And it reminds him that she is just a girl. A young one who lost her parents within a month's time.

“It’s nothing, honestly. My mother was just being mean and I didn't like it. that was all really.” she kept fidgeting her fingers. He knew that she hid something deeper. he didn’t want to force it out of her. but at this point he has to know.

“Do you still feel upset by what happened? Is there anything else that you haven't told me?" His eyes were focused only on her.

“No...no I don't think so..." Her eyes were looking everywhere but his.

He knew that she was lying. But right now he wasn't going to press further.

He takes her hands into his own. She looks up at him with teary eyes. “Thank god."

His heart melts seeing her like this.

"I'm sorry about your parents. I promise that they will get their punishment for what they've done.” He smiles reassuringly.

“You're very kind. It's been quite hard on me since then." Her voice is soft. Her lips formed a small smile. “But thanks again for your help."

"My pleasure. Anything for you, my dear." he kisses her knuckles and she blushes slightly.

“How can I repay you?" she asked while playing with her fingers.

This time his heart flutters at her question. He didn’t expect her to say that but it made his chest tighten. He thought about her question before answering. “Well...I don't have much money so you don't have to repay me."

“Really?" her face lit up like it did whenever someone complimented her.

“Yes! So you don't need to worry about that." he smiled softly.

She nods vigorously, as if her life depended on it.

She looked so cute when she nodded. He could stare into those brown eyes forever. He wanted to kiss her so bad. He wanted to hold her close and make sure that she was safe.

“So...do you need any help with homework?" he asked after taking a second too long staring into her eyes. He clears his throat, trying to rid of his feelings.

She blinks a few times before saying. “Um..maybe we can talk about that another day. I think that I'm ready to go home now."

She stood up slowly and stretched herself. He notices that she's already wearing her pajamas. He also noticed that she hasn't put on her shoes yet.

“Are you sure you don't want to stay longer?" he asks while standing up.

She shakes her head. “No, I'd better not. I promised to spend time with my mom before sleeping over here.”

“Oh..." he nods disappointedly. This is why he loves spending time with her. He wants them to spend more time together than just studying and hanging out.

She gave him a small smile before grabbing her backpack that was on the floor and walking towards the door. Before leaving she turns back around.

“Thanks again for everything." she tells him earnestly.

He gives her an easy smile before returning to her room, closing the door behind him.

He walks towards the window, opening it and gazing outside. The sky was dark. The moon shone brightly above his head.

After a few seconds he closes the window. He looks down. There' s no one else in the living room. He sighs heavily before going inside his room. When he opens his closet he finds a shirt of a boy that he had met once years ago. He never got to give his name or even address. He never saw the boy ever again. Not because he didn't want to, he just couldn't bring himself to do that. He just couldn't forget him. He never forgot the boy's smile. Or the sound of his laugh. The way he said his name, the way he held his hand, the way he kissed his cheek...

#plot twist #random writing #romance

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punkscowardschampions · 4 months

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Modie Pt.3

Moses: Am I dressed nice enough for you?

Edie: How am I meant to stop kissing you to do anything we’ve planned when you look like that?

Moses: We’ll have to do it all while you’re kissing me

Edie: You have stubble, it’s going to be all scratchy 😻

Moses: I left it cos I had the knowing you’d like it

Edie: It’s what makes you different, always had, mammy and the others all have soft skin, just daddy felt like that

Moses: They might, but yours is the softest

Edie: I am all your soft

Edie: your 💘 outside you

Moses: Can you feel how mine’s beating inside me right now?

Edie: I’m going to, we’re going to be that close again, all day

Moses: [tell her what drug/s you feel like you’re on and all the ways she makes you feel better than that because we’re feeling extra the closer y’all get to seeing each other irl]

Edie: I’m so desperately in love with you, do you feel that?

Moses: I’m going to

Edie: You will when I can’t wait, when I was so nervous before and now

Moses: It’s cute how nervous you were

Edie: It might come back when it’s time but

Edie: right now I want to jump on you the second you’re through the door

Moses: [an updated eta giving however many seconds that is, because clearly he’s close af to Ali’s house now]

Moses: I’m almost there, I told you there’s that many of them for us

Edie: You did, you were right

Edie: I need a now though, I’m so, I feel like everyone can see

Moses: I need you now too

Edie: You want me to show you my music room, daddy?

Moses: Where the magic happens

Edie: Exactly

Edie: and I can’t go anywhere or concentrate on anything ‘til you’ve kissed me properly, touched me all the places you want to

Moses: You’d frighten your horse if I didn’t calm you down first

Edie: Horses, you said

Edie: or have you forgotten how good I am, I’ll remind you

Moses: What number did I say?

Edie: However many he’s got

Moses: Lucky you’re very good, or I’d have to go back on my word

Edie: You can tell me anything, do anything, I meant that

Moses: I know

Edie: You know I belong to you, in every way it’s possible to be owned by someone, I want that

Moses: Every part of you

Edie: Pin me down, overwhelm me

Moses: A soundproofed room’s asking for it as much as you are

Edie: How long have I been begging for it, daddy taking off my nice outfit and playing with me

Moses: Too long, but no longer

Moses: [because we gotta let you show up and knock, the way I know he’s holding flowers and a soft toy of some kind that’s probably massive even though it’s his bday not hers, never any chill]

Edie: [at least we are giving no one else the remotest chance to get to this door before us, the way we are flying at you, surprising you don’t end up on the cold hard ground with the force we’re jumping into your arms with, squashing this cuddly and lowkey getting stabbed by the stems of these flowers but we do not care, got to also squash him to death, doing such aggressive kisses all over his face as you’re just squealing daddy over and over because he’s here]

Moses: [me like the rest of the fam stay back please you don’t need to see this, Alison especially though I’m sure you’re lurking because you aren’t expecting him to show up at all never mind on time like he has, oh y’all would LOVE to end up on the floor rn but alas he is simply too strong and however hardcore she’s launching herself at him he’d be ready for it, in that sense at least, loling and grinning because he is buzzing to be here as well and blatantly loves her reaction to him being, rip to these flowers that are probably dropping petals left right and centre getting crushed because he’d be holding her so tightly to his chest rn immediately to feel his heart going insane and they would be crushed to their bodies with no fucks given, then just here basically spinning her around like this is a rom com because we’re so !!]

Edie: [bouncing in his arms in the rhythm of his heart which we know is insane, just looking excited to the point of actual mania about this, catching one of these falling petals and putting it in your bra to have next to your heart ‘you’re so romantic, I love you’ is romantic the word you would use with your dad, not really even though yes, this is very much giving but it could just be a misspoken phrase, nbd, making whatever stuffed animal this is give him kisses too, stroking his stubbly face as you do]

Moses: [not you also catching one of these petals and eating it because you said you’d eat her letter and her hair and want to put every part of her in your mouth and to me it’s giving how my boo wants to put Ang’s head in her mouth, that kind of energy but I’ve corrupted it as per haha, I sure hope nobody saw you do that sir because wtf, at least when you’re kissing this stuffed toy back in a very extra rom com kind of snog manner you can pretend it’s playful and you’re just being silly if anyone sees that and it isn’t just how you wanna kiss her but cannot here in this doorway]

Edie: [not you smacking this toy like a fuming child like absolutely not, unhand my father, so jealous, not knocking it out of his hands though because hiding behind how giant it is to do a lightning flash kiss how you want to, pulling his tongue into your mouth with your teeth and licking the remnants of this petal against your bottom lip]

Moses: [this poor toy getting used and abused but did we expect any less, no absolutely not, only letting it drop to the ground when he’s broken the kiss and it’s safe to do so, purely so he can adjust how he’s holding her to really be holding her tighter, as if he was going to drop her if he didn’t this animal but we all know he wasn’t and he’s just doing the most because !! the flowers are definitely gonna end up falling on the floor too, soz not soz, it just shows how little they matter because he flashes the cash and buys her things at any given opportunity anyway]

Edie: [the excited noises are unhinged, PRESSING into him like your life depends on it, doing more aggressive kisses that are almost like nips and going across his jaw to his ear so you can at least whisper ‘is it really you?’ pinching his cheek like you’re making sure]

Moses: [likewise PULLING her into him like both of their lives depend on it nbd, a sound that we can pretend is finally like oi/steady on/be careful/calm down at the nips she is doing but we both know is nothing of the sort and his jaw isn’t tensing because he’s annoyed at how much she’s being like a rational person would be, we’re just trying not to give ourselves away at the gig lol, pinching her back on both of her cheeks harder than she did it because gotta do it even though it isn’t as hard as he’d like to, which turns into a sort of play/tickle fight moment that would be wholesome if he was just her dad and she was a little kid but here is just flirty, like, he’s literally throwing her around and up and pretending to drop her/have her all but touching the floor only to be pulled back into him as an excuse to touch and manhandle her the absolute most + show off to her how strong he is as per]

Edie: [at least the way you are loling and screaming is giving such childlike energy no one is clocking the flirty vibes this is absolutely giving, the heart eyes likewise are just how you’ve always looked at him, nothing to see here, grabbing onto him like you’re actually in fear for your life and don’t just wanna, doing the whole put me down put me down but protesting too much energy so he knows not to]

Moses: [mhmm, the fact that this is the way they have always acted is doing them a lot of favours, if we can call it that when we wanna actually call the police lol, and will continue to, ramped up though we know their antics have been, I like to imagine that instead of putting her down he’s doing the opposite and carrying on these frankly lowkey dangerous antics towards and on the stairs, intending to take her up them to the music room (though I do think we should have Ali stop y’all from actually going up there whether that’s just by appearing like um where are you going don’t you have places to be?? Or if she actually wants to have a word with either Moses or Edie before they go because that kind of cockblock is realistic and I’m not just saying it to build the tension/for my dream’s sake), the way I’d be screaming not in a fun way at how he’s like dangling her about with no fucks given for the peril because I always told everyone off for playing on the stairs, true story about baby Junie]

Edie: [it will be easy enough to cockblock y’all because everyone else can wanna say happy birthday to you, Junior would want to follow you into the music room so it’s not happening lads, deal with it]

Moses: [ah the joys of having a big fam, have fun actually having to interact with the other peeps that are around sir, Junior especially, even if this man is literally holding her hand after v reluctantly having to eventually put her down so that she can’t go far from him even then]

Edie: [your nephew and actively so because his dad is the best dad of the bunch so you really would know him quite well, the night and day of how you’re acting because she’s here so quiet now because of course you are when the reality sets in, would walk away if she could but we know we cannot without it being a thing ™ just picking up what you can of the trail of petals you’ve left in your wake, purely as a thing to do and distract]

Moses: [yep there’s really no avoiding that kid until a time comes when you can be like soz we gotta go and flee the scene, luckily you do have a full day of shit planned and peeps know you would because he’s that sort of bear whenever he sees her, they are never just chilling, leave get out and put her in the car like she’s a little baby child, lifting her in and doing her seatbelt and all the things, but letting this car just run for a sec and LOOKING at her instead of actually speeding off to your next destination of horse buying like are you okay because clearly not]

Edie: [sorry that when the mood dies the mood DIES as is the nature of what the fuck y’all are doing, still, regardless of that, you would want him to have a good birthday, so you aren’t trying to freak out in his face about it, just looking around his car/van/whatever like you can find out as much what he’s been up to lately as asking him because lowkey, looking up long enough to do a what are you waiting for kind of smile]

Moses: [^^ that is the tea and what y’all get when you’re living like this so you can’t really push her into staying here and having any kind of interaction rn and you’ve gotta just set off to get her whichever horse she falls in love with most in the hopes that’ll cheer her up and change the vibe back/at least distract her from the sad vibes]

Edie: [thanks for being a horse girl, Billie, very handy for us, we’re here hugging our knees to our chest in our seat, turning on the music so we can put on songs that are not us because we know you were listening to us before you got here and we cannot do that right now]

Moses: [maybe I’ll see if I can find any content of her that fits the horse vibe and post it as him, yikes her song would have come on automatically when the car started yeah because he was listening so that’s awks, change that girl so the car ride is semi bearable before y’all have horses to distract you]

Edie: [I has content if you would like it, will send it to you now but truly, the way we’d flinch like absolutely not lmao, hope these horses are not far because only so much you can do to pretend you’re fine when you aren’t fine, whatever music you’re putting on is definitely upbeat and loud af to do that heavy lifting]

Moses: [I’m sure they aren’t with where Ali is living needing to be in the countryside for its farm vibes and thank god because the mood has taken a DIVE, we can equally thank god that y’all have a full day of activities planned to keep on distracting you if the horses don’t cut it, the next, we know being golf/irish football, it was after that my dream kicked off so at least if you do wanna hear that it isn’t an insane tonal shift because some time between this angst and Winola’s feral dream essay]

Edie: [true true, you only have to suffer this silence that is literally deafening for so long before you’re distracted ‘cos you gotta test ‘em out and see who you bond with and he’s gotta do his thing of making a deal for it so you’re not gonna have time to be worrying about what just occurred/what has been, as for golf/irish football, pick which you’d rather because different vibes for each, both have merits]

Moses: [the dilemma of do we want y’all to be walking round a golf course just the 2 of you because on the negative hand it’s time to think again but on the other it’s time alone which could swing things back to a vibe they started on if she is cheered by horses etc, or do we wanna go with irish football which you can only watch and get invested in so you don’t have time to think much like the horse vibes, idk]

Edie: [mhmm but also it’s a crowd so you can have fun/let’s be honest, get drunk, so that’s where I’m personally swinging, whether that makes things better or worse, like you can get drunk whilst you golf too obvs and other people will be on the course but not going ‘round with you so that’s a very different energy lol]

Moses: [very true, let’s go with irish football, I know fuck all about it soz lads but I think it fits the overall vibe better and would be more likely to get y’all to a happier place than golf will]

Edie: [we don’t need to know, it’s fine, it’s not really the point, no offence lads, he’ll be rooting for someone, it’ll be the general atmosphere of a footie match, she picked it because it’s your kind of vibe, me just here thinking about the logistics of the horse though like, will you pick him up later, are you boarding him at ali’s or on the site that you don’t live at currently, no you haven’t thought this through lmao]

Moses: [it sums him up that he hasn’t thought about a single one of those logistics himself and I know for a fact he hasn’t even discussed this horse with Alison never mind asked her if she wants to keep it at hers and he likewise has not given a thought to who would look after it on site until he’s back if it goes there, I literally imagine he’s just gonna tell his sister that she has to until he’s back and Edie has her own caravan there for her bday to be living in if Ali can’t/won’t have it, the audacity of this man and his big life changing decisions he makes on a whim, excuse you sir this is a real live animal]

Edie: [like horses cost thousands per year, you best be intending to cover that boy because Alison will not see an animal suffer ‘cos you’ve not thought about it properly, we all know for that reason she would take it in but again, y’all will have to have a talk ‘cos she’s going to be like excuse me what do you mean and you can’t call her crazy ‘cos she’s not about to freak about the piercings nor you taking her to what is clearly a sketchy pub]

Moses: [thankfully the cost is one thing he can and would cover because yeah he really has not considered a single thing else about this as per usual and I’m sure he deffo would be trying to gatekeep gaslight and girlboss his way around this but as my boo says he truly cannot when it’s clear to everyone yet again how little you thought the horse through, damn, if I was Ali I would be TIRED, he’s like another child this man]

Edie: [we absolutely are but we’ll never be that bitch to say you can’t see your dad because what is that gonna do, make her go behind your back and do it and be against you, so you can’t win, all you can try and do is talk to her/try and make her see when he’s flopping but that’s not easy when Edie is willing to be pretty damn delulu about it all]

Moses: [anyway, I’m gonna drop my dream here because it can go from when they are at this sketchy pub, that fits and you can tell me if there’s any bits you like/wanna carry forward or what bits you don’t and if you wanna go in a different direction entirely, seeing as I had it and I wrote it down lol, bear with because it’s an essay]

*DREAM*

Edie: [the woman is too stunned to speak lmao but honestly, how are you recovering, how can you carry on, just walking around the rest of this day in a literal daze is the only way to describe it because none of this feels even a little bit real, thinking you’ve just lost your mind, nbd, for purposes of writing I’m wondering where we should skip to, like do we wanna do any of these activities or do we know the vibe?]

Moses: [yeah I’m wondering the same thing whether we know the vibes or if any of these other activities are worth discussing cos I don’t wanna go too hard and have too much happen if we’re saying everything in that dream did but as you said how are y’all just continuing on with said activities as if it didn’t lol, maybe we should skip to the meal as the final thing/him leaving? Because like, you’re busy when shopping and when getting tattoos and piercings but you can’t just eat food and cake in silence/even if you did you’ve still gotta say bye]

Edie: [that makes logical sense because you can be distracted by the world and your tasks everywhere else but if y’all are just having a meal alone, which I’m sure your mother talked you into after you trying to make it a whole family affair, like, there’s nowhere to run lads lmao; I know this restaurant you’ve picked for him is giving such STEAK energy because why are men, fighting for your life with your mostly plant-based diet but you’ve never been less hungry anyway so that’s not a problem, when the waiter has taken your order just looking at him literally like what now, as if he’ll have any more of a clue]

Moses: [like obviously we could be EVIL and say your siblings who would be interested in coming have even if Alison has not if we wanted cos they do have some level of relationship with him and we all know Junior would wanna tag along if nobody else, but regardless of if they are along or not he will continue to piss about to try and cheer her whether that’s playful footsie or it’s giving food fight/the Tony and Effy making a face and flicking food scene with the free bread rolls places like that give you, just being a childish dad]

Edie: [We could say just Junior, because Django wouldn’t want to come, the twins don’t know you like that because that’s after you and that just leaves Rio and imagine how deeply awkward that would be lmao, girl be busy because we’re not doing that, the subtle way you can ignore him without ignoring him by just involving Junior in these childish antics because he is one, I know he’s being a rascal and neither of you is doing anything about it]

Moses: [at least Junior is having a lovely time feeling like a big man with his meal and checking out this new tattoo and getting to misbehave because the way he’d be lowkey so annoyed that he cannot get her attention lol, just giving it all to Junior trying to make her jealous like she’s a child of his age and that’s gonna work]

Edie: [living his best life lmao and thank god because the fakery we’re coming at this with truly like nothing happened is madness but we gotta and won’t be swayed from that in front of Junior, absolutely not]

Moses: [casually the most awkward meal of all time, y’all will be so glad when you’ve gotta get this boy back so Ali can vaguely try and calm him down enough to do his bedtime routine which I know damn well this man will have kept him out past with no fucks given because he’s that sort of bear, not you literally playing her song during the car ride back because you wanna get a reaction out of her which isn’t fake, I say sir not in front of Junior please, god knows what this song is about]

Edie: [not you here acting like you didn’t publish this song for anyone/everyone to see, the dirtiest look as your face is BURNING like I can’t believe you’ve done this lmao, like Junior is gonna be asking her questions because he’ll know it’s her obvs like when did you make this, why didn’t you let me help etc etc like omg, here wanting to turn it off so badly but then he’ll be even more annoying like hey I hadn’t heard that before so you just have to let it play, crossing your arms and doing your best to ignore Junior which is no mean feat because he’s 7]

Moses: [when I just know he’s let Junior sit in the front with him and made her sit at the back because he’s annoyed she’s ignoring him so it wouldn’t be easy for her to turn it off if she wanted to and instead this man will be turning it up when she gives him a dirty look about it because petty king, literally here using the fact that he’s aware Junior is also a musical boy and will be bugging her and that he’s most likely to bug Edie out of everyone anyway because most like her and wants to be closest to her (not quite Grace and Rio levels but still), because he knows this child thanks to Ronan being a hands on dad, against her]

Edie: [at least you can lay across the backseats and turn away from them like you’re having a full teenage strop and aren’t having a far more real and existential moment here, covering your ears dramatically so Junior has to stop talking to you, going on your phone because it’s the easiest way to get Moses back here and now for doing this to you]

Moses: [never thought I’d be glad he drives dangerously with kids in the car but thank god he is speeding so the drive back to Ali’s from this restaurant wouldn’t be as torturously long as it could be, the way I know he’s just fully chucking these kids out of the car when they do get back with no intention of coming in to make sure they are sorted or speak to Ali, instead every intention of just driving away because he’s having his own teenage strop as a full grown man]

Edie: [the way we would not go in/would just be staring him down like are you serious right now, standing outside this car like are you going to do what I think you’re going to do or not]

Moses: [not you changing tact and following Junior in like you really care to make sure he’s okay etc purely to leave her standing by this car because so mature lol lol]

Edie: [so glad there are so many places to hide around here because you’re going to need to, you can tell Ali where Edie is, have fun with that, sir]

Moses: [me dying at his audacity to give Ali the brush off as well like soz gotta go I’ve got a long drive back bye under these circumstances, like ARE you gonna tell her where Edie is sir absolutely not because you don’t actually know in the same way you always get deets wrong and so you’ll just say she’s throwing a strop/upset you’re leaving etc etc that kind of vibe and leave Ali to find her like we all don’t know damn well what you did and what the truth is, please leave hun you’ve done quite enough on this day and you haven’t even told her about this horse yet either]

Edie: [my boo says oh you rat, the drama and the angst as she hears him driving off from the barn/wherever else she could be]

Moses: [it does give you the option though to come at me as either of them though depending how you’re feeling so that’s nice, the way this is like a lovers tiff storming off situation has SENT me, excuse me you’re her father not her boyfriend]

Edie: [I’ll come at you as Edie first, even if it doesn’t become a full conversation, giving the same night but later, like he’s had the time to drive back and get this message when he’s there energy]

Edie: Don’t bother coming back for my birthday, or, at least, don’t bother with me

Moses: [giving even later like you got back and went out despite being in the pub with her before so there’s absolutely not need but you obvs have sorrows to be drowned]

Moses: I wouldn’t, you didn’t need to bother sending that message

Edie: Too late now

Moses: Past your bedtime, on you go

Edie: You’re no father

Moses: I’m the only one you’ve got, little girl

Moses: don’t you speak to me like that

Edie: I can speak to you however I want

Moses: That’s what you reckon

Edie: That’s how it is, you should’ve thought about a lot before you ruined everything

Moses: I should’ve? It was you who ruined my birthday

Edie: You’ve had plenty

Moses: Don’t go crying now

Moses: you knew what you were letting yourself in for

Edie: Crying?

Edie: I feel sick, you make me sick

Moses: I gave you what you wanted, maybe you are sick

Edie: You’re meant to know what’s right, meant to do it

Edie: not this

Moses: I’ve no time for this

Edie: Right, go back to having no time for me

Moses: I haven’t none if this is how you’re going to be

Edie: Like what

Moses: Blaming us for your behaviour

Edie: Fine, fine

Edie: it’s all my fault

Moses: It’s not mine that you’re only a tease and everything you said was a lie

Edie: It’s not real life, today proved it, don’t blame me

Moses: You’re blaming me when I did what yous told me you wanted, so what did I do wrong, exactly?

Edie: What do you mean, you know it was wrong

Moses: Why didn’t it feel wrong then?

Edie: It made the rest of the day wrong, I couldn’t be with you, you didn’t talk to me

Moses: You liked it, but whatever, blame me, yeah

Edie: You started it

Moses: You started it in your mammy’s house, give over

Edie: You don’t even care, what this means

Moses: You don’t care about my feelings, why would I yours?

Edie: You’re meant to love me

Moses: Did I force you to kiss me or invite us up to your music room before that?

Moses: you said you loved me and plenty else, but I bent over backwards to prove mine to you today and you keep on throwing it in my face

Edie: I didn’t say you forced me

Moses: Because I’ve never

Edie: It ruined your birthday

Edie: I want you more than I want this, that’s my point

Moses: How you acted up ruined my birthday, now you want to talk after ignoring me half the day

Edie: I’m trying to explain

Edie: how could I act normal, after that

Moses: You didn’t stop us, if I’d known you were going to be in that mood about it I would’ve

Edie: I’m sorry

Moses: Too late

Edie: It’s not, you can take my birthday and do whatever you want

Moses: The birthday you’ve banned us from spending with you, sure, I’ll be in a proper mood myself to celebrate, won’t I?

Edie: You already weren’t coming back

Moses: ‘Course I was, I mean what I say, I’ll be living back it’s all arranged

Edie: Not bothering then, you know what I mean

Moses: Don’t speak for me

Edie: You said it

Moses: You’re welcome, here I am giving you what you’re after again

Edie: I just want us to go back

Moses: Well wes can’t, you pushed everything too far

Edie: Why won’t you try

Moses: How can I, I’m not allowed to see you and you won’t talk to me

Edie: Who said

Moses: You said

Edie: I said don’t bother because today wasn’t worth you bothering with

Moses: It wasn’t worth it to you cos I won’t give you your own way and a sorry when I’m not

Edie: You already got me [whatever you’ve called this horse] I don’t even need a birthday

Moses: I get it, you don’t want your surprise no more, don’t worry I’ll cancel what I had planned, there’s no need to cancel your whole birthday too, like

Edie: I don’t want any of it

Moses: I’m still not forcing you

Edie: I’m not a child, I don’t need a fucking birthday party, it’s so irrelevant

Moses: I wasn’t giving you one, I was giving you your own fucking ‘van like an adult

Edie: Yeah, cancel it

Moses: I am

Edie: Good, don’t waste your money

Moses: It ain’t ever wasted on you, that’s why I’ll transfer it instead, do what you want with it

Edie: You were never going to let me live with you, I don’t want the money either, none of it

Moses: Yeah I was, ask your mammy if you don’t believe us

Edie: No, you were going to put me in my own caravan, I don’t need to ask anyone

Moses: Because she were carrying on and on about you having your own room, I was going to put all your music stuff in it when her back was turned

Edie: Why could you just not get a two-bedroom ‘van?

Moses: I thought you’d like having one to decorate yourself, but what do I know

Edie: Forget about it

Moses: I have now

Edie: We aren’t the same at all, not even close

Edie: I was wrong about everything

Moses: You’re wrong about that for a start

Edie: I wanted to be a family, to have a room at my daddy’s, that’s it

Moses: No, you don’t want to live with me, you never did

Edie: Liar

Moses: You’re the liar, you said you wanted to sleep in my bed, that’s why I didn’t bother myself with 2

Edie: Is that all you cared about

Edie: You didn’t want me cluttering up your life, with my things, my presence anywhere but your bed

Moses: Christ alive, you are my life and what I cared about was sharing mine with you, it was your mammy talking of space, she said no unless I got some more

Edie: So you went with the more expensive option

Moses: Like I said, I thought you’d have fun with your own ‘van to play in

Edie: No

Moses: You’ve got a music room at your mammy’s, I only wanted living with me to be as good, I was going to find out how to build it into a proper studio, that’s all

Edie: I don’t care about things, that’s not what it was about, I don’t need you to give me endless gifts

Moses: I’m not sorry for trying to give you the nice things you deserve

Edie: It’s thoughtful of you

Moses: Don’t patronise me

Edie: Fine, it’s thoughtful this time but all it reminds me of is every time it wasn’t, that’s the truth

Moses: Jesus

Edie: I hate it, I’m not sorry

Moses: You hate me, you hate my culture, you hate how I show I care about you

Edie: No I do not

Moses: That’s what you’re saying

Edie: Because I’d rather you showed up than sent me money or things?

Moses: I do show up and when I can’t I want you to know that you’re loved and I’m thinking of you, I’m after making it up a bit that I’m not always there how some dads get to be, why’s that a fucking crime?

Edie: I’m sorry, I can’t help how it makes us feel

Edie: I’m ungrateful, you said so, so just don’t even try, I’m not worth it

Moses: You’re cruel, but I’m to blame for that too, everything’s my fault, you said so yourself

Edie: Why’d I say that, it’s clearly not true

Moses: Forget it, something else you’ve told us to do cos you’re blatantly of the mind yous can tell me what to now, many times as you like

Edie: That’s because that’s what I want, the only thing I want

Edie: You’d never tell me it were impossible before, nothing

Moses: So have it

Edie: So mean it

Moses: I can’t just mean something different the second you decide it’s what you want

Edie: There’s time, we can

Moses: Time for you to reject me, you did

Edie: That shouldn’t be a sentence we can even say

Moses: I know, that’s why all day I’ve tried not to be upset about it, not hold nothing against you

Edie: and I tried to be normal but I couldn’t

Edie: we shouldn’t have done it, it made both of those things and more impossible

Moses: I won’t do it again, I couldn’t take feeling like that a second time

Edie: I really am sorry, you know, more than I can put in words

Edie: I feel like shit too, if that helps

Moses: I heard you the first time

Edie: Don’t hate me

Moses: I don’t

Moses: I couldn’t, I love you too much

Edie: I never want to make you feel like that again either, I can’t stand that it happened the once

Moses: I’ll find somewhere else to put it, I should’ve known you couldn’t handle it

Edie: Don’t say that

Moses: It’s the truth

Edie: Wow

Moses: I wish it weren’t but it is, kid

Edie: Fuck you

Moses: What are you getting so angry for?

Edie: Don’t talk to me and you are banned from seeing me

Moses: Have it your fucking way, everything else is

Edie: If I can’t be loved that’s all your fucking fault

Moses: All I’ve ever done is love you

Edie: You take it away, you’ve never outright said it but now you have, now there’s no denying it

Moses: You took it away first, all you’ve said

Moses: I’m no father, I’m banned from seeing you, and the rest

Edie: You’re meant to be an adult, the adult here

Moses: I’m not allowed to be upset then, that’s grand

Edie: You’re meant to fix it

Moses: I don’t know how, you’ve turned everything around

Moses: you wanted this, now you don’t and you won’t give me a second to even try and catch up, all you’re doing is being mean to me

Edie: You wish you didn’t even love me

Moses: I wish I didn’t so much it’s made you hate me

Edie: I don’t

Moses: You do

Edie: No

Edie: I want you to love me unconditionally, that’s all I’ve ever wanted

Moses: What conditions have I ever put on you? I let you do what you want even though you’re a girl

Edie: That’s the problem, this adds conditions

Moses: No it don’t, you can’t stand that it happened, it won’t again

Moses: it’s done with

Edie: You don’t believe that, be honest

Moses: I believe you, how upset you are, even though you don’t care that I am

Edie: You just left

Edie: you didn’t say goodbye, you didn’t say anything about what happened

Edie: and you told my mammy I was sulking

Moses: You wouldn’t talk to us, it was for the best I left before I said things I didn’t mean

Edie: You didn’t say anything either

Moses: I was giving you time to come to me, I didn’t expect you to take what was left of the day and go mute at me or bring your brother out so you could avoid us

Edie: I invited whoever wanted to come, not just him

Edie: and that was when I was planning

Moses: I didn’t wanna rush you no more than I did force you, use that was, when you reckon I’ve done worse

Edie: I haven’t said that and I’m not going to, get that out of your head

Edie: It was like, you couldn’t even look at me anymore

Moses: Because if I’d have looked at you I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself and you needed me to

Edie: I didn’t ask you to stop

Moses: You are, and you have been since it happened

Edie: Because if you’re going to treat me like this then I can’t

Edie: having you care about me is more important than that

Moses: I was treating you as nice as I know how to, being more careful with you than I’ve ever been with anyone before

Moses: and you still reacted like that, felt sick about it, hated me for it

Edie: It wasn’t that I felt sick about

Edie: it was after, I keep saying

Edie: You tried to humiliate me in front of my little brother, you left me out on my own when you knew I was upset

Moses: I was upset too, I keep saying

Moses: you’re the only person who’s ever rejected us and the last I reckoned would

Edie: Then let’s go back, to when that wasn’t a possibility

Moses: I don’t want to, I want it to not be a possibility because you want me too

Edie: Daddy, come on

Edie: It was a disaster

Moses: Everyone’s first time is

Moses: [tell her some stories of yours from kisses to whenever you lost your virginity like see]

Moses: I can fix that, let me

Edie: I meant the fallout

Moses: There isn’t any if we talk to each other, I should’ve made you and I’ve the knowing to next time

Edie: But will we, or would this just happen again

Moses: Come on, baby, please

Moses: give us a chance, don’t I deserve one more?

Edie: Do you want me or do you just want your streak back

Moses: You know it’s you

Moses: I want you so bad you didn’t even need to touch me to be shown how much

Edie: That wasn’t just because of where we were

Moses: It’s because you’re special, it’s never happened nowhere else

Edie: Why?

Moses: What do you mean why?

Edie: I mean

Edie: I’m not special, I didn’t do anything

Moses: You are to me, it wouldn’t matter if you did nothing every time, it’s how you make us feel

Edie: It matters to me

Moses: I love you, I’ll always love you no matter what

Edie: and I’ll always love you too

Moses: I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was hurting thinking I’d lost you

Edie: You can’t lose me, only if you push me away

Moses: You were and I couldn’t handle it

Edie: I didn’t know what to say, I still don’t

Moses: Say I can spend your birthday with you, I won’t bring no presents ‘cept myself

Edie: You promise?

Moses: Promise

Edie: Okay

Moses: I’ll miss you

Edie: I’ve missed you

Moses: I’ll light a candle and wish to start the day over, be less of a cunt to you

Edie: I wanted it to be perfect for you

Moses: I know and I ruined it

Edie: Me too

Moses: If I could see you more I wouldn’t lose my mind when I do, it’ll be different when I’m home, better

Edie: How’s the tattoo?

Moses: [send her a pic]

Moses: How’s your [wherever she got pierced]?

Edie: I’m glad you’ve not tried to scratch it off

Edie: I can’t say I’ve given it any thought

Moses: You’re going nowhere, permanent like you wrote

Moses: did you take it out, you can tell me

Edie: No, it’s still in

Edie: I feel so stupid, today was meant to be the start of a new chapter

Moses: It’s my fault

Edie: It was an equal effort

Moses: Nah, you’re saying that to make me feel better

Edie: Weird of me to start now after being such a bitch

Moses: Your birthday is going to be perfect

Edie: It is?

Moses: Whatever it takes, I’ll be making a deal with god or the devil the night before, might hedge my bets and ask both for favours

Edie: You’d risk that for me

Moses: Before you was born I don’t reckon I even had a soul to gamble with, it’s yours and already on the line for you

Edie: I love you, I know you love me too, I feel it, always

Moses: I’ve no other reason to be here

Edie: You’re mine, I’ll keep you safe, do better

Moses: If you don’t want to be touched, I’ll not touch you

Moses: you’re safe with me

Edie: I did want to, you didn’t make me do anything

Moses: Your hair made me

Edie: I didn’t realise how alike it would make us look

Moses: Nor did I ‘til I couldn’t stop looking at you

Edie: Everyone knew I was your daughter

Moses: It’s right they do, wherever we are

Moses: you belong to us, inside and out

Edie: You’ve been inside me, I still can’t believe that happened

Moses: Not all of me yet, but enough I’ll have to touch myself to the sight of you in my head every night to be fit for anything else in the morning, yeah

Edie: Am I still there, on your fingers, even a little?

Moses: Can’t you still taste yourself in your mouth from mine?

Edie: I needed more, I didn’t want to stop

Moses: Me either but you’re not broken in like other women are, I have to remember to take it slow with you

Edie: No, I want to be like them

Moses: You don’t

Edie: Why not

Moses: I didn’t love them

Edie: You love me no matter what

Moses: And how I treated them would hurt you because you love me

Edie: Tell me

Moses: I wasn’t nice how I am to you

Moses: [why yes, it is time for a rough sex style overshare, just everything we can possibly imagine because lord knows how many ladies he’s slept with by this age, going into all the graphic details as per, being just horrible with how he’s treating these gals it’s not even hot it’s just derogatory]

Edie: That’s what they wanted

Moses: Yeah

Edie: And that’s what you wanted too

Moses: Right, they were there asking to be used and I did

Edie: So how can you change what you want that much?

Moses: I’m a changed man for you, told you

Edie: I think you’ll miss it

Moses: You don’t miss [something she kind of likes] when you’ve got [something that’s a fave]

Edie: You’ll get bored

Moses: I didn’t of your mammy, she did of me

Edie: You know it’s never been that

Moses: I know I’m not getting bored of you

Edie: You will if you treat me like I’m boring

Moses: We only have be careful at first, ‘til you’re used to me

Moses: it ain’t forever

Edie: Did you do those things to my mammy?

Moses: [tell her what you did because again, we love an overshare]

Edie: Do you find it weird that you and Ronan have both slept with her?

Moses: We both slept with Django’s mammy first, he can’t help but follow my lead, I’ve always lived exactly as I’m after, most can only envy it

Edie: I’m pretty sure she slept with him first, they were friends

Moses: She fought wanting to sleep with me but I could tell she did

Edie: Obviously

Moses: Point is, Ronan’ll have taken more of my leftovers, I know, I just haven’t bothered myself to ask who or when

Edie: I miss him, it’s a shame they didn’t work out

Moses: What’s to miss?

Edie: I don’t know, it was just nice having him around

Moses: Come and live with me, that’ll be nicer, promise

Edie: I don’t know

Moses: Why not?

Edie: I’ll just visit instead

Moses: Talk to us, why don’t you want to?

Edie: The idea is tainted now

Moses: It don’t have to be

Edie: I want to stay at home

Moses: Long as you know you can have a home with me

Moses: your original idea was to stay and both of us take care of each other

Edie: The trusts not there now, for either of us

Moses: I trust you, but fine, you don’t trust your daddy

Edie: My ideas were stupid

Moses: No they weren’t, you’re too smart for that

Moses: I’ll say no more about it though, you’ve made up your mind and that’s probably another smart idea itself

Edie: You don’t have to worry about talking to me, just say when you’re back

Moses: Oh sure, not as if I want to talk to yous or anything

Edie: Sometimes you get something and find out it’s not what you wanted, right

Moses: I don’t, you’re speaking for yourself there

Edie: Well, lucky you

Moses: You’ve no need to be scared

Edie: I’m not

Moses: You’re not going to be boring, even if you live to be 133 like I’ve plans to

Edie: I don’t even know if I wanna live to 33

Moses: Don’t say that

Edie: What’s the point, seriously

Moses: You’re my point, what would I do without you?

Edie: You can have another point

Moses: Or I can go [an geographically appropriate way of killing himself for where he is rn, whether that’s a river or whatever it is] and I would

Edie: I never said I was going to do anything

Edie: Una would haunt me, if you can haunt other dead people

Moses: I’d haunt you too

Moses: there’s no replacing you, no more talk like that

Edie: You could though, Liam’s ma would really have to be going some to be in with a shot

Moses: Shut your mouth, I could never

Edie: Are you scared of death?

Moses: You dying, give a fuck about what happens to me

Edie: I’ll try not to

Moses: Mind you try your hardest for my sake

Edie: ‘Course

Moses: I’d be lost without your visits, can’t wait for ‘em to start

Edie: You’re a nerd

Moses: Liar

Edie: Sadly not

Moses: Pathological, can’t stop, look at yous

Edie: Shut up, loser

Moses: Make me

Edie: Yeah, you wish

Moses: You wish you weren’t all talk, you mean

Moses: I’ll get over it

Edie: Oh good

Edie: You can stop annoying me then

Moses: Night then

Edie: Bye

Moses: [do go because you always rudely will haha]

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