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javierpena-inatacvest · 2 months

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Sunday Naps

Summary: It's Sunday, which means it's time for your favorite weekend activity- an afternoon nap with Frankie. But when Frankie finds himself awake before you with an interesting problem, he knows just the way to wake you up, too.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader (no use of y/n, established relationship)

Word Count: 2.6K (The self restraint on this was UNREAL)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (don't do this irl), VERY CONSENSUAL Somnophilia, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, praise kink, this is porn with no plot, reader has no physical descriptions (but pls let me know if I missed any!!)Frankie being a menace but also literally the sweetest man alive, Frankie's a Tampa Bay Buc's fan (idk, if he lives in Florida, this makes the most sense to me, I will not elaborate), napping during football bc me too, girl

A/N: This is my first time writing somno so pls be nice, I am NERVY😭 I hope y'all enjoy, Frankie Morales is forever making me swoon, and I just know in my heart that this man absolutely loves to nap and is the world's biggest snuggler 🥺💕 not beta'd bc that's just how I roll

Before you had met Frankie, Sunday was arguably the worst of the weekend days- looming stress of the work week ahead, mettled with to-do’s and other chores before Monday got the best of you. There were very few times that you had found yourself anxiously awaiting a Sunday, but since Frankie? Sundays had easily become one of your favorite days of the week.

Slow and easy going mornings where Frankie brought you coffee as the sun rose before tangling your bodies between the sheets in a mess of soft and unrushed sex, followed by cuddling and leisurely making your way out of bed for breakfast, awaiting a relaxing day ahead of you.

Now that it was fall, it also meant football season, and while you didn’t really care either way about the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, you enjoyed any time that you got to spend cuddled up next to Frankie on the couch, considering more often than not, it normally resulted in the two of you fucking during half-time, followed by you promptly napping wrapped in Frankie’s arms for the better part of the 2nd half.

This Sunday was no different, you and Frankie had found yourself happily snuggled on your couch under your favorite fluffy blanket, Buccaneers game on in the background, Frankie’s arm draped around you as you leaned against his chest, soaking in the familiar warmth and scent of him radiating from the worn cotton of his t-shirt as you felt your eyelids slowly begin to droop heavier and heavier. With the way Frankie had been mindlessly rubbing soft, gentle circles against your back, his thumb dancing in swirling patterns across your skin, it wasn’t long before the comfort of being held in Frankie’s arms had completely washed over you, and you had found yourself fast asleep well before the start of the second quarter.

What you hadn’t realized, was that Frankie had fallen asleep not long after you, the weight of your body pressed against his, along with the long week he’d had from work and the symphony of melodic snores now roaring from your parted lips and knocked him out almost equally as fast, leaving the two of you in a blissfully happy pile of nap on another lazy Sunday afternoon.

That was, until, Frankie found himself wide awake well before you with a very curious problem.

He was hard as a fucking rock.

Some way or another in your sleepy, napping state, the both of you had rolled over on your sides, Frankie now spooning you with his arm draped over your middle and your ass pressed firmly against his crotch, quickly solving the mystery to the hardon straining at the fabric of his sweatpants.

But if just your ass nestled against your dick wasn’t enough, Frankie looked over to see that you were definitely also dreaming, and the type of dream you were having wasn’t hard to decipher based on the way you were quietly moaning in your sleep and subtly grinding your hips into Frankie’s lap.

“Mmmmmmm… Frankie…..” You quietly whimpered, your voice groggy with sleep as you stirred in Frankie’s arms, now finding himself almost unbearably hard at the sight that he’d awoken to, especially now knowing that the dream you were having was definitely about him. Frankie let out a deep, shaky exhale, now more awake than ever as you continued to gently squirmed your bottom half against him, biting down at his bottom lip as you moaned again.

“Frankie… Oh fuck…..”

“Fuck…” Frankie whispered, now raging an internal war in his head as he debated what to do next, knowing you were clearly turned on by whatever was happening in your slumber, his cock aching with each second that passed with you spooned against him.

Should he just try to get up and jerk off before you woke up? Wake you up and then ask if you wanted to fuck? Or maybe… Maybe, he’d wake you up a different way.

Although he hadn’t done it often, you had made it abundantly clear to Frankie that it had been more than okay to wake you up to sex, and every time he had, you’d absolutely loved it. Frankie had been hesitant at first, never wanting to do anything without your consent, or do anything that would ever make you feel even remotely uncomfortable, but after you had insisted and he had worked up the courage, he knew he had the green light from that point on- And given the state that you were in right now, Frankie was about to make good on your outstanding offer.

Carefully shifting his body out from behind you, Frankie let you gently fall so your back was resting against the couch, caging his broad body over yours as he worked his way down to the waistband of your pants, gently sliding them off your hips before tugging at your underwear and leaving your bottom half bare for him.

Frankie sat back on his knees, in shock and awe of the glistening, wet mess your pussy had already become in your sleep just dreaming of him, arousal coating your folds and inside of your thighs as you lazily shifted in your sleep, your legs seeming to instinctually fall open, just for him.

“Fuck me, baby girl…” He whispered to himself under his breath, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he audibly gulped, his eyes going wide as he locked on to your cunt, already dripping and aching for him. Settling down to lay on his stomach, he carefully lifted up your legs to rest over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your waist, fingertips digging into the soft flesh of your hips while he settled himself face to face with your heat.

With one long, flat press of his tongue, Frankie dragged himself across your clit, savoring the sweet tang of the juices that had been dripping from your hole, lapping them up with one more lengthy lick, before pulling his mouth away just enough to see how you’d react to the new presence between your legs.

As if Frankie wasn’t already turned on enough, your reaction was clearly aiding his cause.

After just one lick of his tongue through your folds, you were already incredibly responsive, your hips instinctively jerking towards his face as a breathy whine escaped from your lips, as if you were already begging for more without having to say a word. A slight smirk began to spread across Frankie’s face as he dove back in again, this time, working himself along your cunt in easy, languid strokes, feeling your body begin to twitch even more with the way he was working his mouth.

“Mmmmmmm…. Yeah…..” You muttered, still sleeping as you kept bucking your bottom half against his face, only encouraging Frankie to give you more with his tongue, beginning to change his pattern to swirl deliberate, steady circles around your clit, putting more and more pressure into each movement.

“Frankie….”

“That’s it, sweet girl…” Frankie hummed, his words rumbling in his chest as his hot breath danced against your core, continuing to coax you out of your slumber, working through your folds and at your sensitive bud with intensifying pace.

It wasn’t long until Frankie’s careful and meticulous work slowly began to turn more sloppy and desperate, feeling the wet mess you were becoming under his tongue driving him insane, wanting, no needing, to make you cum, to wake you up with pleasure flowing through your veins, turning your sleepy mumbles into cries of his name over and over again.

Letting one arm untangle around your leg, he brought the hand to your pussy, gently slipping one finger into your aching core, sucking him in with your warm, wet walls, only giving it a few pumps before realizing you could easily take a second, slipping it in to meet the first and curling the pair to brush against the soft and spongy spot inside you he knew drove you absolutely mad. Almost instantly, he could feel your cunt beginning to clench in response, your tell tale sign that you were getting closer and closer to reaching your high and completely coming undone around him.

“C’mon, querida, I’ve got you, baby.”

Suddenly, your eyes shot open, your heart racing as you felt a familiar feeling building in your belly, the coil inside you already wound so tightly as you let out a ragged moan, lifting your head up to see Frankie nestled between your legs, drinking you up like a man starved.

“Oh fuck, Frankie, fuck- baby, fuck, don’t stop” You whimpered, shooting your hand down to burry it in the messy, dark curls of his hair, tugging at his locks for any sort of relief as you had awoken to the savory sensation shooting down your spine and through your core from Frankie’s lips latched around your clit and fingers pulsing in and out of your cunt.

Frankie had barely any time to register that you were now awake, but as you grasped firmer at his hair and let out a ragged moan as you came, clenching around his fingers and gushing with your arousal, it had become very clear to Frankie that he had done his job, and done it well.

“There’s my good girl. Damelo (Give it to me), Hermosa, fucking soak my face.” Frankie smirked, pulling away to reveal the shiny slick covering his beard, still gently rocking his fingers in the warm, wet walls of your heat as you came down from your high, you chest heaving in low, shallow breaths, mouth hanging open as you let a moan of pure ecstasy fall from your lips.

“Frankie… Holy Fuck…”

“Good morning.” Frankie mewled, pulling his fingers out of your pussy, making you hiss at the loss as he laid himself on top of you, swallowing your whimpers in an electric kiss, the tangy taste of you still lingering on his lips as his tongue swiped across your mouth, silently begging for more. “Must have been some good dreams you were having, querida. You were so fucking wet for me, baby. I couldn’t help myself.”

“Frankie, please, I need you. Fuck- Fuck, I need you to fuck me, Frankie, please. Need you inside me.”

“Needy girl. I’ve got you, Hermosa. Don’t worry. Woke up so fucking hard for you, baby. Didn’t stand a fucking chance with that pretty ass all pressed up against me. Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Frankie sighed, reaching down to shuffle his sweatpants and boxers down off his hips, revealing his painfully hard cock, his tip red and weeping with precum, aching to be buried inside you from the moment he had woken up.

Wrapping his hand around his length, he stroked himself a few times before lining up with your entrance, the two of you letting out a heavy sigh of relief as Frankie pushed inside you, slowly filling you up inch by inch until his tip was kissing your cervix, taking a few moments to let you adjust to the sweet sting and stretch of his fullness.

His forehead dropped to rest against yours, the shimmering sheen of his sweat making his dark curls stick to him and brush against your skin, his broad palm cupping your cheek as he let your lips lock onto yours again for another tender kiss as he slowly began to thrust in and out of you, taking his sweet time with each stroke.

“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight, queirda.” Frankie grunted, gritting his teeth as his hips rutted into you, the weight of his body draped overtop of you sending your mind reeling, loving every second of being engulfed in his broadness. “What were you dreaming about, baby, hmm? What were you dreaming about that had you all worked up?”

Suddenly, Frankie’s arm was wrapping under your legs, pressing your knees to your chest to stretch you open even further, the new position making you breathless as he began to pound into you with more intensity, the room now filling with a mix of your moans and skin slapping against each other.

“I was dreaming- oh fuck- Fuck, I was dreaming about you, Frankie. Shit- dreaming about you fucking me like this, how good you make me feel.” You whined, Frankie’s grip in the soft flesh of your thighs growing tighter as you locked eyes with him, the dark, chocolate brown pooling with lust watching the wrecked mess you were quickly becoming as your cunt began to clench tighter, and the all too familiar tingle in your spine once again began to creep through your body.

Your response elicited a low hum in Frankie’s chest, rutting his hips into you with more intensity as he felt your pussy starting to flutter around his cock, freeing one of his hands to snake between your legs, the pads of his fingers putting just the right amount of pressure on your clit to have you screaming out his name as you felt yourself creep closer and closer to your second orgasm.

“Fuck me. That’s all I want baby, just wanna make you feel good. You gonna be a good girl and give me one more, Hermosa? Cum all over my cock before I fill you up?”

Frankie could feel his own high slowly approaching now too, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and frantic as he pounded against your g-spot and circled your clit, determined to make sure you came again before he did.

“Mmmmmhhhmmmm.” You whimpered, your brain barely even able to form a coherent thought, let alone a complete sentence, given how your eyes were practically rolling in the back of your head as Frankie’s punishing pace split you open in the best way possible, your legs beginning to tremble while you could feel the knot tightening in your core quickly building up to the point of snapping. “Oh fuck, fuck, Frankie, fuckfuckfuckfuck I’m so close, fuck, I’m gonna-ahhhhhh.”

Before you could even finish your sentence, your orgasm crashed through you, euphoria flowing through your veins as you came, every inch of you filling with pleasure as your cunt clamped around Frankie’s length, soaking him in your arousal. Watching you cum was all Frankie needed to follow suit, gritting his teeth as a ragged groan rumbled deep in his chest, pumping a few more times into your heat before burying himself in your warm, wet walls, and milking himself of every last drop as he came, the mix of his spend and your slick leaking and coating the inside of your thighs

Letting his body collapse into yours, he draped himself on top of you, your chests rising and falling in sync with heavy, heaving breaths, the both of you trying your best to regain your composure before Frankie gently pulled himself out, making you hiss at the loss of his fullness as he flopped over next to you, planting a soft kiss on your lips as lay his arm across your stomach, pulling you into him.

“Jesus Christ, Frankie… That’s one way to wake up from a nap.” You giggled softly, raising your eyebrows at him, softly biting down on your lip.

“Was that okay?” Frankie asked, shifting his hand up to gently cup your face, stroking his thumb in lazy circles around your cheek, staring back at you with his sweet puppy dog gaze. “I know I’ve done it before but I just always wanna make sure you feel good and-”

You caught the rest of his sentence in your mouth, swallowing his words in another long, and tender kiss, pulling away from his plush lips to peck a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose, giggling once again.

“God, I love you. What did I ever do to deserve you, Fransisco Morales? Yes, baby it was more than okay. So okay that in fact,” You huffed, wrapping your arm around Frankie’s waist and letting your head fall to lay on his chest, “I think I need another nap.”

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maplesyrupsainz · 3 months

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙clues | MV1˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au

warnings: fluff af

summary: in which you and your boyfriend lay out clues for your fans to connect the dots of your new relationship

a/n: super cute req not a maisie fan myself but saw the soft launch pics nd immediately thought i need to make a fanfic of this 😝 ended up choosing max coz i feel like i've done slightly similar plots with oscar & lando before, i barely write for max !

request!!!: Hiii, I’ve never requested before so slightly nervous but I have idea lol. Idk if you know who Maisie peters is (amazing singer btw if you don’t know her go look her up!) but she recently just high key hard launched but covers the face of her bf, maybe you could do something like this for like max, Lando or Oscar 🤷‍♀️ I have been literally day dreaming about it and maybe like everyone’s trying to figure out who it is and with every picture that’s posted there’s clues idk!! Completely up to you! Anyway love your work 🫶🫶🫶

my masterlist

instagram ->

yourusername

liked by maxverstappen1, oliviarodrigo, and 892,283 others

yourusername ‘there it goes’ is urs now.. i hope u love it as much as i do 🫶

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user1 the love we had was eating me whole i had to send it home 🥺

user2 i threw a party he kissed me right in front of my friends ?!? 🤔

oliviarodrigo so amazing as always 🫶

yourusername ahh tysm angel!!!

yourbff SO PROUD OF U

yourusername love u so so much

user3 omg this song is so amazing im so happy she's moving on from her ex

user4 me too she deserves the world fr

user5 the way i loved u i will not be embarrassed of that ❤️

user6 she's so talented i love her fr

maxverstappen1 posted a story

liked by danielricciardo, yourbff, and 538,192 others

user7 OMG THE CROSSOVER

user8 wtf is max in london

user9 omg what is happeninggg

user10 feels sus

twitter ->

instagram ->

yourusername posted a story

liked by yourbff, maxverstappen1, and 718,634 others

user15 omg a bf ??

user16 OMG WHO IS HE

user17 boooo & we all wanted her to date max lol

user18 she alr has a man 😭

user19 max verstappen found d3@d

yourbff

liked by yourusername, gracieabrams, and 528,028 others

yourbff perks of ur best friend being famous xoxo

tagged: yourusername

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user20 not y/bff/n being a red bull supporter!!!

user21 another win for the maxy/n agenda

user22 obsessed with the y/n f1 crossover

yourusername car go zoom or whatever

yourbff ikr my favourite part was when they drove fast

gracieabrams tell y/n to get off the paddock & into the studio!!

yourbff i'll let you tell her that 😝

yourusername 🤨

user23 you tell her gracie

user24 y/n looks sooo cute

user25 ikr max verstappen found crying in the rb garage

yourusername

liked by yourbff, redbullracing, and 991,367 others

yourusername gives u wings 🪽

tagged: yourbff

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user26 omg the red bull references...

user27 IS SHE DATING MAX VERSTAPPEN I NEED TO KNOW

user28 so many clues

user29 maybe they're jus friends? they've never even been seen interacting

redbullracing 🫶

liked by yourusername

user30 something is happening

yourbff hehe 👀

user31 EVEN THIS IS SUSPICIOUS

user32 i feel like her first soft launch was too early for it to be max

twitter ->

interview ->

instagram ->

yourusername

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yourusername a crush? no well i would take him on a date if he wanted

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user35 ok im convinced

user36 this is so cute i could cry

user37 NOT HER QUOTING MAX IM FINISHED

user38 they're dating surely

user39 "reasons i love you" omg😭😭😭😭

user40 CHARLES IN THE LIKES?

yourbff favs

liked by yourusername

twitter ->

instagram ->

maxverstappen1

liked by yourusername, landonorris, and 1,021,732 others

maxverstappen1 the best tour guide 🇬🇧

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user42 omg

user43 this is life changing

user44 IM SO SHOCKED

yourusername ❤️❤️

liked by maxverstappen1

user45 AHHH

yourbff finally

maxverstappen1 🤫

user46 can't believe my fav singer is dating my fav driver

user47 & who was it that said only hot girls support rb 😝

charles_leclerc my favourites

maxverstappen1 ❤️

twitter ->

instagram ->

yourusername

liked by danielricciardo, maxverstappen1, and 1,927,183 others

yourusername my life my heart my love

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user51 this relationship might be the best thing to ever happen to me

user52 daniel ricciardo in the likes we won fr

user53 i love u y/n

user54 y/n love songs about max incoming

charles_leclerc we love having you around y/n !

yourusername ahhh tysm for being so welcoming

user55 OMGGG LOVEEEE

danielricciardo slay y/n

yourusername yupppp u know ittt

user56 FRIENDSHIP?!?!??

yourusername of course we're friends i have to earn the approval of all of max's boyfriends

danielricciardo HAHAHAH

maxverstappen1 🤨

maxverstappen1 i love you

yourusername i love you 🥰

THE END 💙

#f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 smau #f1 fic #f1 x reader #smau #f1 imagine #max verstappen #mv1 #mv1 imagine #mv1 x reader #mv33 #maddie's smau

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quirklezz · 4 months

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Rumor has it (Part 3) | Tom Blyth

pairing: Tom Blyth x fem!actress!reader

summary: Ever since the premiere of tbosas fans of yours have been shipping you with your costar, Tom Blyth. Is it all just rumors or were they right all along?

a/n: I’m loving all the support I’ve been getting with this mini series so here are the links to part 1 & part 2 if you haven’t been caught up! As always feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

ynusername Say hello to my nephew, Lenny 🐶 @rachelzegler @tomblyth

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user1 not YN calling Lenny her nephew I CANT

↳ user3 I mean her and Rachel are practically sisters at this point 🥺

↳ user1 true

user4 I never wanted to be a dog so bad in my entire life until now

↳ user2 BARKBARKBARKBARK

↳ user5 why do I relate to this comment so bad 😫

user6 I guess that makes Tom the uncle

user2 Didn’t Tom say he’s getting a dog in an interview and the breed he mentioned is YN’s favorite

↳ user3 they’ll make great dog parents

rachelzegler come back Lenny misses you two 😭

↳ user5 Lenny is a real one

↳ user4 If YN and Tom left me I’d be missing them too

↳ user2 we need more Lenny content from them pls

tomyndaily It’s the way he’s looking at @ynusername in this pic for me 😫

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user3 Idk who to be jealous of YN or Rachel?!

↳ user1 same

↳ user6 I’m jealous of Tom tbh 😤

user2 He looks at her with so much love and admiration

↳ user4 men take notes ✍️

user5 can’t wait to see more of them on the red carpet soon

↳ user2 I just know they’re going to slay

ynusername Coryo may not be a gentleman, but @tomblyth sure is. Tbosas is out now in theaters everywhere!! 🌹🎶🐍

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user3 the Taylor Swift reference!!

↳ user1 she’s not wrong though

↳ user2 not mother quoting mother

user4 I wish Tom Blyth was real 😭

↳ ynusername me too 😔

↳ user5 OMG YALL SHE REPLIED

↳ user3 she’s too funny

tomyndaily I love how she took this while Tom picked her up from the airport

↳ user6 proof?

↳ tomyndaily posted in stories

rachelzegler did you just Mike Wazowski me? 🙃

↳ ynusername I just realized I did after posting it sorry not sorry 😆

user1 YALL TOM LIKED HER POST

↳ user5 as he should

yntomsources A old pic of Tom at @ynusername house back in 2022 while they were filming tbosas taking from her insta stories

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user4 I never seen this pic before

user2 buzzcut Tom for the win

↳ user3 agree to disagree

↳ user1 it’s not that serious

user5 I went to her stories but I don’t see it anywhere 🤔

↳ yntomsources she deleted it

↳ user6 I guess she wasn’t a fan of the buzzcut 🫢

↳ user4 team flowing locks is better

user2 we have to spam her now to see which she prefers skskskskksksks

↳ user3 BET

taglist: @bada-lee-ily (lmk if anyone else would like to be tagged in future projects)

#tom blyth #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth fanfiction

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woniverse-writes · 7 months

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Okay so like I have this something in my mind and I badly want to break it free. It goes like this— Howl has a little sister who obviously is straight as a fkcing ruler, and HowL and Bada are dating, but the thing here is— bada is never like howl but to his little sister. And Bada tried to make the little sister to like her and well Idk what to do with howl anymore. Omg, ik, ik its sounds so bad 😭 but I really wanted to read this kind of plot. Hehe well, I do hope u consider this <3 btw I love MTF, I love simp bada heuehehehehheeh 💖💖 im so excited for the next part. (Sorry my english is bad 🥲)

this is fucking genius... i'm so seated. (also, no need to apologize! you did extremely well!! <3) also- this is my first request so i'm actually so excited, thank you love🥺🫶

"The King"

bada lee x fem!reader

summary: you've spent your entire life getting fucked over by stupid boys who don't know how to treat you. it's not that you're pretentious or think you're too good for them (even though you definitely are), they just never seem to be able to meet your standards. when your older brother's new girlfriend starts coming around more, you can't help but wish you had what they had- until she starts paying more attention to you and now you're just confused

word count: 10.5k

warnings: heavily suggestive, mentions of nsfw, making out, cheating, mentions of alcohol, not proofread

notes: listen to "the king" by conan gray😩🤞 reader is described as petite and girly, reader is also a total brat (with some slightly internalized issues lol), also- this is like- lowkey one-sided enemies to lovers for a hot sec lol

Getting fucked over by stupid boys who don’t deserve you is practically a right of passage for young girls. But it’s especially easy to develop such high standards when you have someone in your life who treats you so well. As for y/n, this person is her loving older brother, Howl. He's always spoiled her and been a great big brother making sure she never settles for shitty guys, which has caused her to be super picky and have insanely high standards

So when he starts dating Bada, y/n is a little jealous at first at the lack of attention. Then he starts bringing her around more and y/n can't help but wish she had their relationship. And whenever Howl always invites her to hang out with them, she's kind of conflicted because yeah she wants to be around her brother and have his attention again, but she also just feels strange around Bada. Not even in a jealous way though- it's like- Bada is so nice to her and she kinda hates it lol. Not actually though, she just hates how it makes her feel.

Bada on the other hand LOVES the idea of hanging out with y/n. Any time Howl asks if she's okay with his sister coming along, she agrees without hesitation. See- Bada has taken a liking to y/n from the moment she met her. Or saw her rather, because it wasn't really an official meeting

The first time Bada had seen y/n, she was teaching a class in which Howl had been in attendance. Her now boyfriend had taken a phone call during one of their breaks, giving directions to his current location, and a few seconds later a younger girl showed up looking slightly annoyed. Howl smiled brightly and wrapped her in a hug, squeezing her until she was whining and complaining to be let go of. Bada was curious, as Howl had taken a few of her classes before, and she had taken a few of his, but she'd never seen this girl before. Was she his girlfriend? Bada scanned her over, noticing her chunky patent leather heels, denim mini skirt, white thigh-high stocking, and glittering lip gloss. There's so way she was a dancer, at least not a dancer that went here, Bada thought. She would've for sure remembered the curve of her waist or at least her plum lips. Who was this girl?

Meanwhile- Howl was bust harassing his sister who was kind enough to drop off his street clothes that he forgot at home on her way to meet with someone

"so now where are you off to? Another date?" he teased and poked her to which she grimaced and moved out of the way

"if you must know, yes I am on my way to another date" She crossed her arms and turned her chin up, closing her eyes and huffing. Her brother rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Just be careful please, I really don't like how easily you just go about meeting a new guy every few weeks," he said in a very much concerned brotherly tone

"oh so you think I'm a slut now" y/n accuses staring into Howl's soul, eyes like lasers as she waits for his response

"no- y/n what? No! no, I never said that- it's just- ugh, guys are assholes, you know this! Maybe it's just time to take a break for the partner searching and just focus on yourself?" he tries to calm her down and she surprisingly understands, still rolling her eyes and sighing, but understanding

"I know… I'm still going on this date though. I got all dressed up and plus that's just rude to cancel last minute." she huffs and pouts, causing her brother to laugh and reach out to ruffle her hair, which she immediately squawks in protest, grabbing his wrist and holding it away from her neatly done hairstyle.

"oh my sweet little devil of a sister, go give of 'em hell" he pats her on the shoulder then brings her in for a tight squeeze, before telling her to be safe and text him when she's there, when she's leaving, and when she gets home. All to which y/n smiles and agrees while exiting the studio

Now- Bada has just watched this whole interaction go down. She heard almost every word, but her attention was piqued from the moment Howl had mentioned the girl going on a date, or rather another date

'So they aren't dating'… she thought to herself, trying to be discreet as she stood in the doorway to the studio. She felt even more interested when he referred to the same girl as his little sister. She was pretty and petite, definitely girly, but something about her style and the way she accessorized seemed too self-indulgent to be aimed towards appealing to any male.

That was over a year and a half ago- Bada and Howl have been dating for a few months now. Bada had made the first move to get to know each other after that class when y/n had showed up. She hadn't explained her motives or that she was interested in his sister, but Bada let Howl know she was interested in becoming good friends with him. This eventually turned into him flirting with her and her laughing it off, but apparently, he took that as her being interested. The first time Howl had asked her out, she politely declined, but the second time- she realized that if she started dating Howl, maybe she'd get closer to y/n, so she agreed. Bada had fun but wasn't necessarily looking to date Howl. She did find him attractive and thought he could be a really good boyfriend, but she just wasn't interested.

Yet here they are four months later, still happily together. Well- sort of

Bada still couldn't get herself to fall in love with him- and even though it was still pretty early, she had felt awful, wanting to break things off, but she didn't want to lose his friendship. or even more so- lose her little interactions with y/n, who seemed to have something against her even though the older girl had been nothing but kind and welcoming to her. It didn't make Bada upset or hurt her feelings, it actually made her more attracted to the younger girl, curious as to what the reason was for her distaste towards her.

They go out, the three of them and they've gone out together before but y/n has always been quiet and reserved, and tbh kinda cold towards both Howl and Bada. Howl doesn't get it- like- he's totally clueless. And y/n just convinces herself that she doesn't like Bada. And Bada isn't determined to get y/n to like her like she's not desperate for it, but she does want to understand why she acts like that.

So on this one day, they go out, y/n is actually in a pretty good mood, she's dressed super cute, and she's actually being really nice to Bada. Which shocks everyone, even y/n, but she's kinda like "hmm maybe I was just being an asshole, she's not so bad" and then bam- gay awakening.

Bada's messing around with y/n and y/n starts being all touchy and stuff and Bada's like- omfg she's so cute I wanna squeeze her. The two girls are totally ignoring howl, and he’s just happy they’re getting along. Then Bada goes-

"I should just break up with your brother and date you" in a teasing voice while squishing y/n's cheeks in one of her large hands, then throwing her arms around the younger girl's shoulder. y/n just laughs awkwardly but Bada isn't paying attention. The younger girl quickly reverted back to quiet and reserved but not necessarily cold and mean

The next incident that really solidified Bada not being interested in Howl was when they were coming home from a night out, both a little drunk, kissing in the back of the cab they were taking back to Bada's place. Howl had gotten a text from y/n asking him to pick her up from some party she was at, so they asked the driver to take them to the address she had sent instead

When they arrived in front of the house where y/n was currently partying, Howl sent her a text and she came stumbling out a few minutes later. He got out of the car to help the younger girl into the back seat, having her scoot in to sit in the middle beside Bada.

While Howl was still outside of the car, giving the driver new directions through the window, y/n had leaned herself against the leather of the car seat, with her head back. She was breathing heavily and Bada couldn't help but blush at the girl. Y/n's face was flushed and she was slightly sweaty- probably from dancing and drinking- and since her head was thrown back, her hair was exposing her bare neck- which in Bada's slightly intoxicated mind, would look so good covered in hickeys and bite marks. y/n turns her head a little and slightly opens her eyes, meeting Bada's. She starts giggling and reaches out for the older girl's hand.

"Unnie…" she starts, looking up at Bad with bedroom eyes, still giggling slightly. Bada just about stops breathing- y/n's never called her that, always keeping things super formal or the exact opposite and just forgoing honorifics altogether. The older girl smiles slightly and hums

" I just had the best sex ever- well probably not ever, cuz it was with a guy… but for a guy he wasn't too bad!" the younger girl whispers with expressive eyes and starts giggling again, leaving Bada pouting and furrowing her brows

"did you know this guy?" she asked in return, not happy with the new information. y/n hums, looking to the side, searching for an answer

"hmm I don't think so" she finally expresses, as if it were nothing. Bada sighs and turns her head to look out the window.

"you shouldn't be going around fucking random guys y/n" the older girl huffs and leans her head on her hand. She feels y/n's chin on her shoulder, looking over to see the girl right in her face.

"well then you should've been there to keep me company" the younger teases with a small smirk and mischievous eyes, before turning her head to rest fully on Bada's shoulder, falling asleep almost instantly.

When they get back to Howl and Y/n's house, they wake Y/n up and make sure she gets to her room fine. Howl insists on leaving her how she is, but Bada wants to make sure she falls asleep comfortably. So she helps the younger girl change but it's proven to be more difficult than expected.

"can I help you get changed?" Bada asks in a soft voice, just loud enough for y/n to hear but maybe not process entirely. She hums and nods her head slightly, eyes focused on the older woman in front of her. Bada comes to sit behind y/n on her bed, moves the girl's hair over her shoulder then goes to unzip the back of her dress. y/n sighs and tilts her head to the side, closing her eyes.

"This is so bad" the younger girl whispers in a daze seemingly to herself. Bada still a little tipsy but not nearly as bad as the girl in front of her, pulls one strap down her arm then the other, then slides the dress down y/n's front half. She stands up and comes back around to stand in front of y/n who opens her eyes and stares up at Bada like she's ready to be taken in any way shape or form. Bada tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, then caresses the younger girl's face, until she decides to keep her hand placed by her jaw, holding the girl's face gently. y/n's face is burning red, probably a mix of the alcohol and lust she's feeling at the present moment. She closes her eyes and begins to nuzzle her head against Bada's hand, leaning into the older girl's palm.

"you're so warm…" she mumbles, eyes still closed, breathing getting slightly heavier again. Bada's breath catches in her throat as she removes her hand.

"let's finish getting you changed" She pulls her to stand up and as the older girl continues to remove the other dress, the younger continues to sigh and sway. Bada kneels down for a second to pull the dress out from underneath y/n, tapping her ankle gently to get her to step out of the dress. Instead, the younger of the two takes the opportunity to place her hand atop Bada's head, caressing her hair. Bada looks up at the contact and is met with the stare of an intoxicated and horny young woman, who's definitely not thinking about how nice it would be to have the older girl's head between her thighs.

Y/n sits back on the bed and lifts her feet out of the dress, placing them both back on the ground, spread a bit apart leaving plenty of room in between her legs. Bada may as well have had just as much to drink as y/n did because she is nowhere near thinking clearly at this moment. She tosses the dress somewhere away to the side, before crawling to sit in between the smaller girl's legs. Bada places her hands on both of y/n's thighs and begins to rub circles on them. She moves her hands up to caress the girl's bare waist, grazing over her stomach and back as she does so.

"you really need to go to bed y/n-ie" Bada softly states, looking up at her. 'Wow' Bada thinks. This is something she could definitely get used to. Having y/n's pretty eyes looking down at her from in between her thighs, no clothes… sounds like a dream to Bada. A dream that she was quickly woken up from as a knock is made on the door.

"hang on- we're still changing." the oldest girl speaks just loud enough to be heard through the door. She stands up, now looking down at y/n before caressing her cheek again. The girl doesn't move this time, looking like she's ready to fall asleep. Bada turns to grab a t-shirt for y/n and tells her to put it on, which she does. Afterward, she lays her down in her bed and pulls the covers over her. y/n's practically asleep the second her head hits the pulling, and Bada can't help but smile. She kisses her forehead and blushes, not realizing what she did until afterward.

As she exits y/n's room Bada is only thinking of one thing- She is one hundred percent sure she isn't attracted to her boyfriend but to his younger sister instead

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One night while Bada and Howl were in the living room of his and y/n's house, cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, the young girl had come strutting down the steps in a pair of red velvet heels sporting a dainty black dress. Both of their heads turned in her direction, the two reacting in very different ways.

Bada's mouth slightly falls open, her eyes glazing over as she can't help but stare at the younger girl and think of how perfectly the dress hugs her upper half and becomes flowy towards the bottoms, accentuating her curves in such an unexplainable way. She's silent as y/n runs a hand through her hair and continues to stride past the two into the kitchen.

Howl on the other hand- bursts out laughing after a few moments in silent shock. Both Bada and y/n whip their heads in his direction with wide eyes

"what the hell are you wearing??" he asks her, still dying laughing. y/n's already baffled face turns into one of annoyance and almost disgust. She scoffs and turns back around, completely ignoring him and continuing to pour herself a glass of water. Bada smacks him lightly on the chest and he looks back at her with wide eyes, still trying to calm down

"What?" he asks still laughing slightly

"Leave her alone… she looks nice" the older girl defends, still staring in y/n's direction. The girl in the kitchen hears this and feels her face get hot. She hates when Bada compliments her, it makes her feel guilty and hot and she just hates it. y/n clenches her jaw and grabs her water, walking past them again to head back up to her room to finish getting ready.

"she's been a lot more irritable lately… I don't know what's up with her" Howl states confused, looking a little distraught.

"Maybe you should go talk to her… she probably just misses you." Bada tries to comfort him. Even though she struggles to harness any real romantic feelings for him, the older girl still truly cares about Howl as a close friend. He nods stands up and heads up the stairs toward the young girl's room. He knocks on her door frame, as her door is only slightly closed, yet he still wants to make sure he's welcome before barging in on his easy-to-rage sister. She sighs and softly lets out a "come in" not bothering to look away from her vanity mirror, still applying her makeup. Howl opens the door the rest of the way and steps in, standing a little bit past her doorway

"so…" he starts looking around her room before meeting her eyes in the mirror. "where are you off tonight? I thought you weren't going on any more dates for a while-" y/n cuts him off with a sigh.

"It's not a date, just a party." she calmly explains with just a tinge of irritation, like she's exhausted by the conversation. Howl just nods, feeling awkward not knowing what to say to her. He's always been able to have comfortable conversations with his sister, especially about her love and social life, so why does it suddenly feel impossible? He took a deep breath,

"I just wanted to check on you… I feel like we haven't had a real conversation lately and I'm just worried about you" Howl expresses, watching her through the mirror. She pauses in the middle of lining her lips and meets his eyes with a somewhat guilty expression, before sighing and looking down at her desk

"I'm fine. I promise. Just irritated with everything lately." y/n busies herself with the jewelry she has lying around, trying to make it seem like she's picking out what she's going to wear. Howl nods and purses his lips, he walks behind her chair and places his hands on the back of it, still looking at her through the mirror.

"well please talk to me about it, I want to help if I can. And plus I miss our conversations- you used to come to me about everything, but lately, it just feels like I'm the one bothering you- and not even in a fun way. You don't laugh when I joke around with you anymore and that really scares me y/n… so just talk to me, kid." Howl tells his true feelings and puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. y/n feels like crying now, as it was never her intention to distance herself from her brother, who happened to be her best friend too. y/n can't bring herself to look him in the eye as she feels tears pool in her own eyes, so she hangs her head letting her hair fall in her face, and she just nods.

"I will… I promise I'll talk to you about it just- not right now please" she requests as a single tear drops onto her desk, and she has to hold herself back from letting out a sob. Even though her head is hung, Howl still clearly sees the distressed look and teary eyes of his sister, making him even more concerned. He didn't want to leave her alone, or even let her go out, but he didn't want to smother her and make things worse. So he just nodded and patted her head, then left. Once Howl was out of her room, y/n's tears were freely falling for about seven seconds before she forced herself to pull it together. It wasn't fair for her to be crying over something she had no business crying over. Even though she promised to talk to him about it, y/n had no idea how she was supposed to explain to her brother how she hated being around his girlfriend because the older girl had more of an effect on her than any boy she's ever been with has had on her. The thought made her sick for so many reasons.

Bada looks up from her phone to see Howl coming back downstairs with a somber look. She waited for him to look at her and say something, and he just sighed walking towards her seated figure with open arms, engulfing her in a hug as he landed on the couch next to her.

"Is she okay?" she asks, rubbing circles on her boyfriend's back

"I don't think so… something's wrong but she won't tell me what- at least not right now. She didn't wanna talk about it… she always wants to share things with me, I don’t understand" Howl expresses sadly looking at Bada. She understands why he's so distressed though, as y/n was more of a daughter to him sometimes than a sister. Even though the two weren't too far apart in age, Howl has practically raised y/n, making him even more protective of her than a usual brother. He felt responsible for the girl even as she got further into her adult years.

They went back to watching their movie and when it ended, howl had gotten up to use the bathroom asking Bada to get more snacks and pick out their next movie. She had gotten up and went to the kitchen right as y/n was making her way downstairs and into the kitchen as well, unknowing of the older girl's presence. Once y/n stepped into the kitchen, she looked up from her phone after sensing another presence. Her eyes widened slightly, making eye contact with Bada who was leaning against the counter, already staring at her. Y/n tried to give her a small smile, but it didn't reach her eyes and the poor girl just looked awkward and uncomfortable as she turned away and began looking through the fridge.

Bada couldn't help but stare again, noticing y/n' plush thighs being slightly squeezed by the sheer black thigh highs she's got on, especially as she bent over slightly while looking through the fridge. She couldn't even bring herself to feel guilty, too focused on how good y/n looked, and even more focused on trying to stare directly at her ass where her dark red panties were poking out.

"hey y/n…" Bada started, causing the younger girl to whip around with wide puppy eyes, letting out a 'hm?'

"do you guys have any popcorn left?" the older girl asks and y/n visibly relaxes, letting out a sigh

"uhm… yeah…I think, I mean- we should" she explains and leaves her search in the fridge to head over to one of the cabinets over the countertop. Bada follows her with her eyes, watching her scan the cabinet until she spots the popcorn on one of the upper shelves. Y/n begins reaching for it, yet even in her platform heels, she still struggles, barely even grazing the box. Bada hopes her amusement isn't too obvious as she didn't realize she was staring so hard at the smaller girl's short dress rising up to lay just below her ass, once again exposing how the tops of her thigh highs squeeze her skin so well.

The taller girl pushes off the counter and comes up directly behind y/n and placing one hand on her hip, reaching over her to grab the box. She could feel Bada pressing against her completely and felt like she was frozen in place.

"you could've just told me where it was, you didn't have to struggle to help me out" Bada speaks lowly in her ear, smirking slightly. She backs up just enough to lean on the counter beside y/n who is just staring at her hands as she plays with the ring on her finger.

"I wanted to be polite, you're a guest so…" the younger girl tried to speak confidently but her voice died out at the end. Bada smiles, eyes still drilling into the side of her head.

"hmm…" she nods in understanding before continuing

"you look so pretty tonight, y/n-ie" Bada speaks lowly again, now leaning her head on her hand and staring up slightly at the younger girl, who slightly turns her head to meet eyes with the girl in front of her. y/n's eyes are wide and her lips are slightly parted before she gulps intensely and looks back down at her hands.

"thank you" she whispers, once again trying to give a sincere smile but she feels like she's going to cry again. Bada notices this and her teasing smile turns into a frown, worried she has said something wrong. She straightens up and leans back on her palms against the counter, once again towering over y/n, even though she herself was slouching and the younger girl had on heels.

"what's wrong? You look upset…" Bada asks softly this time with genuine concern. Y/n just closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath before opening her eyes again and smiling gently. Bada can tell it's fake, as her eyes are still glossy and her lips tremble a little.

"Nothing, I just-" she sighs and looks down briefly before straightening herself up and looking back up at Bada, now not as worked up, but still holding onto false enthusiasm

"I just don't like how I did my makeup. And I'm not too sure of my outfit either" y/n finishes explaining by crossing her arms over her chest, still trying to come off as if she's truly bothered by her look. Bada furrows her brows, knowing that's not what she's really upset about but still wanting to reassure her by playing into her façade. And why not? At least she could have a little bit of fun while doing it

"I think your makeup looks amazing… I love the dark vampire-y look" the older girl reassures with a light smile at the end, causing y/n to giggle unwillingly, looking down as a smile takes over her face.

"You do?" she asks quietly, kicking the back of her own heel trying to keep herself busy, not entirely believing Bada. Bada moves closer to her and reaches up to tuck a loose curl behind her ear, keeping her large hand placed on the side of y/n's neck afterward. Y/n looks up with puppy dog eyes and stares at Bada, who instead of making eye contact with her, glances directly at her blood-red lips.

"yeah… I actually really like it, but-" she reaches her other hand up to clean up a smudge in the younger girl's lipstick that wasn't even there, causing y/n's lips to part slightly and her eyes to glaze over. Bada's hand rests on her jaw as the other that had been resting on y/n's neck moves to graze down her bare arm.

"I think this outfit is a little too much… or not enough rather" the older girl whispers seductively, finally meeting y/n's eyes with a dangerous glance. The young girl felt like her heart had stopped beating and she couldn't breathe. All she could focus on was Bada's touch and her voice, her eyes trained on the older girl's plump lips so badly just wanting her to lean down and mess up her lipstick.

They hear footsteps coming down the stairs and Bada immediately reaches behind y/n for the box of popcorn and turns calmly to pop a bag in the microwave, acting as if nothing had happened.

y/n stands there against the counter with her jaw dropped, eyes still glazed over only snapping out of it when Howl steps into the kitchen. She turns around and grabs her purse that had been sitting on the counter, and walks past her brother and out of the kitchen, shouting a quick "I'm leaving now" as she walks through the living room and out the door.

As the couple finishes preparing their snacks and they head back to the living room Bada turns to Howl with a curious look on her face

"Has y/n only ever been with guys?" she asks shoving a piece of popcorn in her mouth, Howl turns to her with his eyebrows furrowed.

"what do you mean?" he counters, also munching on his snacks

"Like- has she ever been with a girl?" she asks coolly and her boyfriend snorts, shaking his head

"Y/n? No way. I actually thought she only liked girls for a while because of how irritated she had been getting with boys- I actually still kinda think that-" he whispers the last part matter-of-factly, shocking Bada a little

"But when I asked her, she freaked about and said "absolutely not!"" mocking your high-pitched voice, causing Bada to nod, slightly disappointed.

"I was just curious… the way she dresses definitely reminds me of a girl who's trying to attract women" Bada laughs a little, causing Howl to laugh along with her

"now that I think about it- she's always trying to convince herself that these guys she's always going out with her attractive- I don't think she's ever been excited to go on a date with any of these guys either… just like- "yeah he's kinda cute, maybe he'll be exciting" and then doesn't have any fun at all. I always just thought it was because her standards were so high!" he shrugs and explains in detail to Bada, who is now determined to change y/n's love life around. Bada hums and turns back to the television in front of them, continuing to scroll through the possible movies

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It's about 1:45 am when Bada gets a text from y/n… except she doesn't see it until around 2:20 since she and Howl were having sex. And here's the thing, Bada's a smart woman, she knows how to get what she wants. She's also very intuitive and can tell when a situation is playing out in her favor. She may not have romantic feelings for her current boyfriend, but that doesn't change the fact that he's attractive and good at using his dick.

When they finish and he gets up to grab a damp towel, Bada picks up her phone to check the time and sees a missed message, and then a missed call from y/n. She panics a little, never having gotten a text from the girl other than in a group chat with her and Howl. When she clicks on the notification the message she reads throws her off a little

'are u busy rn?' was sent at 1:47 am and the missed call came through three minutes later at 1:50. Bada felt horrible, thinking this was probably the only time y/n would reach out to her and she missed it cuz she was fucking some guy she didn't even like like that. Bada responded with 'No, what's up?' hoping she wasn't too late, staring at her phone, waiting for the screen to at least show that y/n had read the message. A couple minutes passed and Howl was still in the bathroom, so she decided to call the younger girl. When she didn't answer, Bada began to worry. She knew y/n went out with her friends to some party, so why would she be texting her and calling unless she was busy? Maybe she was just drunk and thought she was messaging someone else. Either way, Bada couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that was settling in the pit of her stomach. Howl had come back and laid himself over top of her, kissing the back of her shoulders before asking her if she was okay.

"yeah, I'm good…" she quickly looked over her shoulder throwing him a half-hearted smile that quickly faded when she looked back at her phone, still not getting anything from y/n.

"I think something's wrong with y/n." she had whispered in a daze, wondering if she should try calling the younger girl again. This causes howl to sit up completely straight, totally out of whatever state of lust he had still been in.

"what? What makes you say that? Did you see something?" he starts rifling off questions and Bada almost wishes she didn't say anything, because now she has to deal with Howl outwardly freaking out, instead of just dealing with the internal panic herself. Bada sighed and closed her eyes, massaging her forehead.

"She actually texted me a little bit ago… and then called me" she informed him with her eyes still closed. She looked tense, the whole situation starting to give her a headache

"…wait- she texted you? Has she ever texted you before?" Howl questioned with utter confusion lacing his voice. His brows were furrowed and he looked totally lost.

"yeah… I don't know why either, but she's not answering now so I'm kind of worried…" Bada bit her lip and zoned out, thinking too hard about what the other girl could be doing that would cause her not to answer her phone. Howl sighs and stands to grab his own phone.

"her location is still in the same place it was two hours ago, so I'm guessing she's just busy at the party. You shouldn't stress about it-" Howl shares but Bada cuts him off

"right but why would she text me? It's gotta be something- or else she would've texted you or one of her other friends so- I don't know I just feel bad" She crosses her arms over her naked chest, suddenly feeling too uncomfortable in her skin. She stands up running a hand through her hair and begins looking around the room for her shirt. Once she finds it, Bada puts on her shirt and quickly finds her panties after that, feeling a little less self-conscious afterward. She paces around a little more before standing in the middle of the room, running her hands down her face and sighing heavily. Howl just sits on the bed staring at her, confused as to why his girlfriend is so torn up about this

"so what do you wanna do about it? Do you want me to call her to see if she answers? Do you wanna go get her?" he starts giving her options and it just frustrates the girl more

"no- I just- I don't know… I feel horrible" Bada sighs crossing her arms again and leaning her head back, frustrated by the whole ordeal. Her boyfriend just becomes even more confused by this

"Woah, wait- why are you so torn up over this?? Seriously-" Howl laughs slightly, really not understanding her stress

"Babe, there have been plenty of times where she hasn't answered my calls or texts at a party, and it's usually cuz- well- she's partying!" he laughs softly before continuing

"I promise, she's okay- don't beat yourself up over it" he places both hands on her shoulders and Bada feels sick to her stomach. She takes a deep breath before letting it out just as big and hangs her head in frustration

"I know… I just feel like this is the only time she's ever wanted to talk to me and I blew it" the girl admits and her boyfriend once again just laughs softly, and hugs her, not understanding what she truly meant by her statement.

"Trust me, she'll understand" Howl reassures her, rubbing circles on her back- though it does nothing to ease her mind.

When y/n comes home the next day around 10:30 am to see Bada and Howl in the kitchen messing around while trying to make breakfast, the younger girl slams the front door getting their attention, as they didn't notice her come in

"oops… sorry" she mumbles loud enough for them both to hear and walks past them up the stairs. Bada watches her walk all the way upstairs with a guilty look and sad puppy eyes. Howl notices and sighs

"do you wanna go talk to her?" he asks rubbing Bada's bare thigh. She looks at him for a second before looking back towards the stairs and pursing her lips. She pushes Howl back a little bit so she can hop off the counter, and begins heading toward the stairs. Once she reaches y/n's door she knocks and after a few seconds, the shorter girl opens the door, wearing a t-shirt that's way too big for her and a pair of men's boxers tied up with a hair tie. She looks exhausted, her makeup still surprisingly intact. y/n doesn't say anything to Bada, who just stands there waiting for a second. The younger girl eyes her up and Bada realizes she's never felt this nervous around her. Y/n raises an eyebrow at her and the older girl finally speaks up.

"oh- uhm, can I come in?" she asks quietly, in the gentlest tone that Bada has ever used with y/n. the girl sighs and just opens her door all the way before turning around and walking back to grab some makeup wipes off her desk. Bada looks around her room and takes notice of how different it is from what she expected. There were posters of girl groups and female solo artists, but definitely not a single man or male presenting object being spotted in the young girl's room. She noticed the red rose petals scattered across one of the shelves, the lines of perfumes, and the many lip glosses and lipsticks overtaking her desk. It was totally different, yet exactly what she had expected.

"can I help you?" y/n had asked from where she was leaning over her vanity, wiping off the remains of her makeup. She looked in the mirror to make eye contact with a wide-eyed Bada.

"I just- wanted to check on you… you called last night and I wasn't able to answer-" y/n scoffed and had a bitter smirk as she went back to taking off her makeup

"yeah, I wonder why…" she mumbled just loud enough for Bada to hear. The older girl's eyebrows shot up in surprise, not expecting such a comment from the other. Bada couldn't help but laugh a little in shock, amused at y/n's reaction, but still confused as to why she was upset with her.

"Okay- so how was your party last night… you seemed to have fun" the older girl counters with her arms crossed, smirking at the girl who had walked in with her hair a mess, lipstick smudged, and mascara slightly staining her under eyes. y/n put down her makeup wipe, sighed, and closed her eyes, before turning around to face Bada.

"my party was great. I had a great time. Such a great time that THAT is the reason I called you- to tell you how great of a time I was having." she sarcastically spewed, getting more fiery by the second. Bada was even more confused now, somehow feeling even more guilty than before.

"so why did you call me then, y/n… why?" the older girl calmly asked, trying to contain the guilty look overtaking her eyes. Seeing her face, y/n's own guilty expression showed up as she began to question why she was even talking in the first place.

"I don't know…" y/n felt like she could cry. Because truth be told, she had called Bada in hopes that the older girl would come get her, and the two of them could go do something instead… but just the two of them. Without Howl- without anyone. Y/n hated going to parties now, ever since she met Bada, she started hating it. She hated dating around and meeting guys that wanted to fuck her, or even guys that actually wanted to date her- it didn't matter because y/n hated it all now. Yet whenever she found out Bada would be at her house, she couldn't bring herself to stay there, so she got dressed up and went out, hoping some guy would be able to fuck her good enough or talk to her sweet enough that she'd be able to confidently tell herself that she wasn't obsessed with her brother's girlfriend.

The silence that filled the room felt suffocating. The two girls just standing there, the younger hanging her head feeling so many emotions that she doesn't know how to process. y/n felt her throat tighten the longer Bada stood there, silent. Bada knew there was an answer, but she could tell right now she wasn't going to get it. So she sighed and shook her head, and then left closing the door behind her.

A few weeks go by and things are back to normal with y/n and Bada, except now it's Howl's turn to start acting strange. He hasn't been kissing Bada or hugging her or even having any remote physical contact with her. She doesn't feel hurt by it, but Bada is slightly confused. He's been extra busy and has been unavailable any time she's tried to ask him to hang out until one time he finally agrees. He drives to her apartment and they end up ordering takeout and watching a movie

"I have a question…" Howl brings up out of nowhere, still not being touchy with her. Bada looks away from the TV and hums, signaling him to continue

"do you like girls?" Bada is a little shocked by the question but not completely thrown off. She tilts her head and smiles a little awkwardly

"well… yeah? But I also like guys… sometimes" she jokes, hoping he hasn't caught onto her, and if he has that he isn't going to tear her to shreds for it. Howl hums and nods.

"well do you like me?" he follows up, to which Bada huffs out a laugh that sounds a little more forced than she wanted it to

"well I'm dating you aren't I?" she tries to joke, but howl only smiles a little, definitely having gained an understanding of the situation over the last few days.

"that doesn't answer my question, Bada…" he argues gently, still with a slightly knowing smile. Bada realizes the situation and her face drops slightly.

"I'm so sorry." she starts, the guilt from the early stages seeping back into her heart again.

"I didn't mean for it to be like this I really thought-" she tries to explain, but is cut off by Howl

"It's okay- I promise. I could tell you really did try… but I also wasn't entirely feeling a spark either, so I promise Bada, it's okay. Please don't beat yourself up over this…" she's hunched over, elbows resting on her knees as she hides her face in her hands. he places a comforting hand on her shoulder and she just feels so guilty

"c'mon you can't be sad and awkward around me now, especially if you're gonna try and date my sister." he confidently joked, causing Bada's eyes to widen and for her to sit straight up. Her jaw dropped to the floor and her now ex(??) just laughed.

"WHAT???" she squeaked, absolutely baffled at what Howl had just said.

"I was talking to y/n…" he started calm and then started laughing again

"she kinda snitched on you, fucking cheater" and Bada thought she was gonna cry, she was feeling so many emotions. But clearly seeing that his joke didn't land as well as he thought it would, he began scrambling to comfort her.

"But I'm not upset! I promise! I thought it was funny- I swear Bada it's okay" he rambled as he hugged the now crying Bada. She felt too confused and didn't know what was going on but she also felt a little hopeful.

"She really likes you…" Howl whispered into her hair while hugging her, causing her to hiccup slightly before sitting back to wipe her tears.

"what the fuck do you mean 'she likes you'" the girl sighs and shakes her head, still feeling tears prepare to fall.

"well…" he starts

"We actually got into a huge fight after you left that day a few weeks ago… I was so fed up with her attitude that I accidentally blew up on her, and then she blew up on me, and we didn't end up talking for three days I think… but then I went to apologize and she just cried and cried, talking about how she was a horrible sister and she felt like a horrible person and that she didn't know what to do… I was so confused." howl began explaining

" but then when I asked her what she was talking about she really just flipped her shit and started crying so hard that o thought she was gonna make herself sick- I felt awful… so I just hugged her and let her cry until she calmed down at least a little bit. Then all of a sudden she looked up at me and said- "I'm so sorry… but- I think I like Bada". I was honestly just so shocked and at first I was so in denial that I thought she was joking, meaning she liked you as a friend- I was like "That's great!" then she started crying harder and I realized what she meant…" Bada sat there with her hand over her mouth, absolutely shocked beyond words.

A couple of days later, Bada gets a text from Howl ‘hey- I'm not home…’ to which she raises an eyebrow and replies ‘ok?’ a few moments later her phone pings again

‘but y/n is ;)’ Bada rolls her eyes and scoffs out a laugh, but then she starts thinking about it seriously and decides to head to her room to pick out an outfit. She turns on the shower and texts howl while the water warms up ‘how long will you be out for?’ and not even a minute later, he's responding

‘oh I'm out for the night, go keep her company😋😚’ and Bada just shakes her head smiling, puts her phone down then hops in the shower. She shaves everything, deep washes her hair and makes sure to use the lotion she knows y/n likes. Once she finishes up, she checks her phone again to see the time and realizes it’s 7:26. Bada gets dressed and tries not to bother putting on any makeup, but ultimately decides to do a little eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick. The girl grabbed her purse and hopped in her car, heading off to her ex-boyfriend’s house, aka her new girlfriend’s house.

When Bada pulled into the driveway, she started to panic a little. ‘What if y/n was just having a moment and doesn’t actually like me? What if she doesn’t actually like girls at all and was just thinking she did?’ she started psyching herself out but then remembered how torn Howl had described the younger girl to be. So she got out of the car and walked up to the door, before kicking on it confidently. Or at least with fake confidence.

When y/n opens the door, she’s already confused and looks a little distressed. She had known that Howl and Bada had broken up, so why was she here? Howl of course hadn’t told his sister the plan, wanting to catch her off guard in order for her to feel her realest emotions. And although he had explained to her that they had broken up, he only told her it was because there were no romantic feelings between them anymore- her brother never mentioned the part where he practically outed her to Bada.

“Hey y/n!” Bada chirps with a nervous smile, as she stands stiffly with her hands in her pockets. Y/n’s still partially hiding behind the door and her confusion is still very apparent, especially after hearing the older girl’s chipper tone.

“Uh… hey.” she tries to respond enthusiastically, but it barely comes out in her tone of voice as well as her lack of expression change. They both stand there for a few seconds before Bada clears her throat.

“Uh… can I come in?” the older of the two asks with the same bright tone as before, but the other starts to panic slightly.

“Oh- well Howl isn’t home… so…” the smaller girl struggled to find any other words

“I know.” Bada responded with a shy but knowing smile, causing the younger girl’s eyes to widen and her mouth to part slightly, starting to understand the situation but not wanting to jump to any conclusions. She starts to nod slowly and steps back to open the door fully, moving aside to let the other in.

“Uhm… yeah, come in.” She finally speaks up, still a little dazed and confused, and the older smiles gently at her as she enters. Bada walks around comfortably, having been in the house plenty of time. She takes a seat in the middle of the sofa, looking over at y/n who is still standing stiffly by the front door. The older chuckles and tilts her head before patting the cushion, indicating she wants the younger girl to come sit next to her. The one still standing begins to cautiously make her way over, causing Bada to roll her eyes.

“Oh my god, Y/n I'm not gonna bite you-” she grabs the smaller girl’s wrist once she gets close enough, and pulls her down to sit right next to her on the couch. y/n let out a gasp, shocked by the contact but also the older girl’s assertiveness.

“Well- not yet at least” Bada finishes with a cheesy smirk, trying to joke around but also being completely serious. The girl across from her let out an awkward laugh, trying her best to calm down, but still totally lost as to why her brother’s ex-girlfriend was there.

“So… why exactly are you here? If you knew Howl wasn’t gonna be here, and I’m assuming you know he’s not gonna be here for a while…” y/n questioned quietly, unsure of what to expect in response. The older of the two put her arm on the back of the couch and leaned in closer.

“You really don’t know?” Bada questioned softly, seductively, eyeing up the girl across from her- who stayed silent, only shaking her head in denial.

“I’m here to see you…” the older explained, still carrying a dark, tension-filled aura, trying to get the ball rolling and finally get her point across. Yet, the younger girl across from her wasn’t budging.

“You’re here to see me… why?” y/n asked, genuinely confused.

“C’mon y/n, you don’t need to play dumb” Bada chuckled and shook her head with a smirk.

“I’m not playing dumb, there’s just no way you’re actually here to see me.” she was starting to get frustrated and Bada could tell by the way she was scooting back to put some distance between them- the younger girl’s response confused her.

“Why wouldn’t I want to come see you-” the older is cut off by her counterpart standing up abruptly to stand in front of her still-seated figure.

“Because Bada, you’ve never actually wanted to come see me. you’re only trying to mess with me- you’re always fucking messing with me…” there was a long pause and the older girl watched y/n’s face go from frustrated to distraught, noticing her eyes start to water.

“I didn’t like you at all and then you forced your way in here and I had no choice- but when I actually start FUCKING liking you for real, you decide to stop trying. You stop wanting me to come out with you and Howl, you stop complimenting me, you don’t even look in my direction-” By now y/n’s crying out in anger and frustration, and Bada is standing there watching it all happen, totally blind-sided.

“And I know it’s selfish, and so fucking crazy of me to have been wanting my brother’s FUCKING GIRLFRIEND to pay more attention to me than she did him- I know it’s fucked… but it is absolutely not fair that you played into it the way you did…” she begins to sob fully, hanging her head as her shoulder shake.

“It’s not fucking fair…” y/n whispers covering her face with her hands. Bada didn’t know what to do as she stood with her mouth slightly agape, speechless, and unprepared for the outburst of emotions from the young girl. She cautiously began stepping toward her sobbing figure, and once she was close enough, Bada gently grabbed y/n’s wrist pulling her hand away from her face. She looked up at the taller girl, still crying and Bada slowly moved her other hand up to cup y/n’s face. Her lip was quivering as she held back another wave of tears, waiting for the older girl’s next move.

“I’m so sorry…” Bada whispered staring deeply into y/n’s eyes, the sincerity and warmth of her glance causing the younger of the two to burst into tears again, dropping her head as much as she could while still being held.

“Everything I’ve ever said to you was real… I’ve meant every single word of it all.” the older girl continued to reassure gently wiping the tears from y/n’s eyes as they continued to fall. She bit her lip debating whether or not it was a good time to prove herself, ultimately deciding that it was.

“Y/n…” Bada called softly and lifted the smaller girl’s head gently to look up at her. She had stopped crying for the most part and was calmer now, so Bada took a deep breath before leaning in and pressing her lips passionately to y/n’s. The younger girl’s breath hitched into the kiss in short-lived shock, before her eyes fluttered shut and quickly fell into rhythm. Bada’s lips were soft and tasted of sweet chapstick- something y/n noticed right away… something she never paid attention to with any of the boys she’d been with in the past, only ever noticing how cold they all felt. But not Bada. Bada’s kisses were warm, and passionate, filled with emotion and feeling. Y/n felt something, and it didn’t scare her anymore, at least not at that moment.

The older girl was still holding onto the other’s wrist with one hand while cupping her face with the other. Y/n moved her free hand to cautiously land on Bada’s cheek, just barely grazing the skin before the taller of the two shifted her hand placement as well, freeing y/n’s wrist to wrap her arm around the girl’s waist and pull her in tighter, deepening the kiss- causing her to have to adjust her hand from the slight touch of Bada’s cheek to firmly holding onto the back of her neck. They stumbled back slightly and continued to lead each other backward until y/n was bumping into the end table. They separated for about half a second to gauge their spacing before y/n was leaning against the table and Bada was bending down to meet her height. After a few more moments of soft yet passionate kissing, Bada backed away for a brief second, smiling when the younger girl leaned forward to follow her lips. y/n opened her eyes, a tad confused in her dazed state.

“Why don’t we go upstairs?” the older softly mumbled against the other’s lips, pressing short kisses in the moments of silence, making it hard for the girl in question to focus and respond. y/n nodded and closed her eyes again to enjoy a longer kiss before her counterpart parted again to drag her up the stairs toward her bedroom. Bada had no trouble finding the girl’s room seeing as she’s familiar with the house as a whole, but has also been in it before.

Once they make it inside, neither bothers to close the door as they both head straight for the bed. Bada pushes y/n gently as they both near the edge and the younger of the two sits bringing her partner down with her, their lips still connected. Y/n scoots her way back so she’s laying against her pillows as Bada crawls her way up with her. Their energy becomes more united as their lips continue to mold together and pick up speed.

Bada has one hand resting near the top of the bed and her other hand rubs up and down y/n’s side at first, but eventually coming to a stop on her lower inner thigh before pulling slightly to part the smaller girl’s legs, making more room for herself to fully lay in between them. Y/n felt a short whine slip out at the feeling of the older girl’s hands on her, bringing one leg up to wrap around her hips. As soon as Bada registered y/n pulling her closer, she began to slowly grind her hips into the girl beneath her, both letting out soft whines and moans as they continued to move together. y/n’s hands were moving up Bada’s shirt, rubbing her sides and grazing her back, only spurring the older girl to become even more passionate with her actions.

Their kisses were starting to become messy, with their tongues intertwining and them nipping at each other’s lips every now and then. Bada began to work her way down, kissing from the corner of y/n’s lips and across her cheek as she began biting and sucking from her jaw down to below the girl’s collarbone. The older of the two was sure she spent enough time and effort marking up her partner’s neck- at least she thought so with how much louder y/n’s moans and whines had gotten, and by the way she was tugging at her hair.

Bada worked her way back up and as soon as she got even remotely close, the young girl was pulling her back in to attack her lips again. The room was quiet aside from the rustling of clothing and bedsheets, along with the small noises of pleasure coming from the two girls, slightly muffled by their kisses. Bada began to work her hands down the other girl’s body stopping at the waistband of her sweatpants, running her fingers across the edge before ever so slightly dipping underneath them. Y/n tensed for a second and Bada could tell something was off

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” she asked softly, quickly checking over the small girl to make sure there wasn’t any obvious issue.

“Yeah! Yeah, actually can we just- uhm… can we just kiss right now… and maybe do some other stuff at a later time?” y/n’s voice had gotten almost impossibly quiet at the end as she avoided eye contact and Bada felt her heartbreak at how nervous the girl had seemed to ask her. She reached her hands back up to cup the smaller girl’s face again and began to stroke y/n’s cheeks lovingly.

“Angel, of course we can just kiss right now, we don’t even have to do that if you don’t want to-” the older girl expressed her sincere understanding, but was cut off

“No! I do wanna kiss you- I actually think I might die if I don’t kiss you right now… I just… I’m just still trying to process that you actually want to be with me…” y/n explained and finished with an embarrassed smile, causing Bada to sigh but not out of annoyance or frustration, not even impatience. She just felt so guilty for making this poor girl think there wasn’t a reason for her to be loved. She surveyed the girl’s face, once again noticing the sparkle in her eyes and blush painting her face- how her lips were slightly red and swollen from their activities, and how her eyes were still a little puffy from crying.

Bada leaned forward and pressed her lips back to y/n’s, softly this time as if she were afraid the small girl in front of her would break if she took on any more pressure. They continued their activities from a moment ago, this time more gently, the two feeling themselves become whole as their energies intertwine. After a while, they pull away and just gaze into each other’s eyes in a lovestruck daze.

“I wanna do this. I know this is all totally new to you, so let’s take our time okay? Let’s make sure we talk things out and we’re honest about our feelings from now on… I really want things to work between us y/n.” Bada expressed her true feelings all while stroking the other girl’s cheek gently and then petting her hair. Y/n’s eyes began to water again, this time out of overwhelming happiness, as she nodded her head enthusiastically, unable to bring herself to speak knowing she’d start crying again.

“You really are a crybaby, you know that?” Bada teased softly, tucking a piece of hair behind y/n’s ear. The younger just shyly giggled and tucked her head onto the other’s chest after hitting her playfully. They stayed that way for a while, with Bada’s arm wrapped securely around y/n’s waist.

“So, what movie do you wanna watch?” the older had spoken up after a few moments of them enjoying the silence, waiting as the younger peaked up with puppy eyes before looking off to the side to ponder for a second.

“Hmm… let’s watch Tangled!” she expressed excitedly, blushing again when her partner rolled her eyes, having already expected that to be the answer. It didn’t really matter in the end what movie they chose though, seeing as they both ended up falling asleep wrapped securely in each other’s arms about thirty minutes into the film.

And the next morning when Howl came home, he made his way upstairs to see if his sister was home, and sure enough, when he saw her door was open and was about to walk in he realized she was cuddled up with exactly who he had expected to be there. He smiled to himself, shutting her door quietly, and just kept walking down the hall to his own room. Mission accomplished.

notes: i genuinely think i'm incapable of writing short fics...

permanent taglist: @uwulyn

#bada lee x reader #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #bada lee #bada x reader #reqs for rosie

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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Crying in tears at the thought Hobie yelling me I have good hair or he likes my hair

Cause I've never been told that at all ever in my life.

[Me screaming Hobie Brown and hair representation again]

I have really coarse, thick 4C hair. It's hard to the touch, and very coily, and always tangled. Even getting an afro takes hours of picking it out and detangle it which is PAINFUL

And like, I just accepted that I don't have 'hair' like everyone else. I can't style it or throw it up or wear it down or anything my hair is just THERE

Even since I was in middle school I just felt like I had 'bad hair' and in high school I stopped getting perms then shaved it off a year after that. And have never grown it out after unless it was to get braids or extensions installed.

No one has every told me they like my natural hair or that it looks nice like in it's peasy everyday form. I only get compliments if I've done literal hours of painful work

But I'm getting locs REALLY soon because of Hobie and like..

Just imagining him taking me he likes my hair and that I have good hair that I can do so much with

And him giving me loc tips 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭

I need that SO BAD

Hobie picking his fingers through my hard-ass hair and telling me how nice it's gonna loc up and how punk my dreads are gonna loc up

IMMA CRY IMMA REALLY CRY

I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIS HAIR AND I LOVE MY HAIR TOO BECAUSE OF HIM AHHHHHHU

Never in my life have a seen a character with my hair texture - like hair that straight up DOESN'T MOVE. AT ALL.

Even Miles is like a solid 4a-4b

But Hobies hair is big and natural and he doesn't give a fuck about parting it or detangling it or doing hot oil treatments and endless Shea Moisture products that empty his wallet or laying his edges or buying pink cream and AHHHHHHHHHH

He just lets it grow and locs it up and keeps it clean and LET'S IT BE. Like EVERYONE ELSE ON EARTH FUCK

THAT'S ALL I EVER FUCKING WANTED IN LIFE MY GOOOOODDDDDDD

All I want is him to tell me that he finds my hair beatiful and healthly and that my hair is good and actually have like,,, things he likes about it. Hobie telling me how impressive my coil pattern is or IDK SOMETHING.

And not even in a sympathetic comforting way but like in a genuine casual way that he really means cause I've never had that ever

Never have I ever had someone tell me I have good hair genes and mean it and I NEED THAT FROM HOBIE BROWN!!!!

ONLY HE CAN'T TOUCH MY HAIR!!!!!!!!!

I- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

I can't go on. I have finally succumb to my Hobie brainrot, bring the hearse around I cannot be saved

#I'm going on an emotional journey #spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #hobie brown #across the spiderverse #spider punk #spiderpunk

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grandlinedreams · 6 months

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Hi, I hope you’re having a beautiful day!

I was wondering, if it appeals to you, could we possibly get a Law reunion with reader on Zou? ✨

But when they’re reunited it’s alone/away from the rest of the crew (for fluffiness reasons hehe). Definitely still canon that Law went to Dressrosa alone so maaaybe a little bit of reader angst at that (not being allowed to go with him etc) which then leads to confessed feelings/fluff when they are reunited idk I’m sure it’ll be amazing however you interpret it! I‘m a sucker for a separated/reunited trope urgh 😭✨

OH YES we love reunited fics in this house 🥺😤 I hope that I can do this justice for you!!

[Heads up!: Dressrosa spoilers, Zhou spoilers, fluff, comfort!]

There's still no sign of them.

Perched as close to the edge as you dare to go, you peer at the sheer drop below, the mist that clings to Zunesha's legs like a second skin and makes true visibility nigh impossible.

"Come on," you mumble to yourself, willing there to be a sign of movement, a faint whisper of voices on the wind ㅡ and sigh when you hear nothing but the distant roar of ocean. "Where are you guys?"

The part of you that's rooted in logic knows that you're being impatient, that you need to have more faith in Law's abilities, as well as Luffy and the others ㅡ but the bigger part of you is a mixture of anger and worry the longer you go without a sign of them.

"Let me go with you to Dressrosa. I can help!" Eyes narrowed, you glare at Law who stares back impassively.

"No. Someone needs to go ahead with the crew to Zhou."

Your teeth clench, biting back the steady rise of frustration. "Why? The crew is perfectly capable of making it themselves, you know that. They're not idiots."

Law's eyes flash, flicker of genuine anger to clash with yours. "Why are you being so difficult about this?"

"Because you're being an idiot," you hiss, "going to Dressrosa alone is suicide, Law."

"I'm not going alone. Strawhatㅡ"

"If they're going, then why can't I?"

"Because I said no, damn it!" Law snaps, voice sharp. "You're going to Zhou, [Name]. End of discussion."

Hurt and fury war quietly in the way you look at him. "Fine."

The memory of it still leaves a sour taste in your mouth, even more for the fact that it'd been the last time you'd spoken to him ㅡ and ended on such a bitter note.

"Don't die on me, you idiot," you mutter, pressing the heels of your palms to eyes hard enough for supernovas to burst behind your closed lids. "Hurry up and get here."

Giving the ocean one last hopeful glance, you turn, heading back to rejoin the others.

ㅡ

"Welcome back, Captain!"

From your perch in a low laying tree branch, you watch as Bepo, Shachi and Penguin dart towards Law, relieved to have him back in one piece.

You are too, of course ㅡ but you curl your fingers against the branch, looking away when Law's head lifts.

You don't want to talk to him. (You do.)

You're still angry with him. (You're not.)

You slip from the branch and dust yourself off before you slink off, disappearing further into the dense foliage.

It doesn't take long for Law to find you. He's perhaps the only one who knows you this well, maybe even better than you know yourself at times.

"It's dangerous to roam around on your own," he says, watches as you tense for a moment before you relax, attention on the plant in front of you rather than him.

"Haven't found trouble yet." You stroke your fingers along a broad, bright green leaf before you turn, guilt gnawing viciously at your insides. "I...shouldn't have talked to you the way I did. And..."

You really shouldn't have ㅡ your own feelings aside, anyone else would've called your attitude insubordination, because Law is your captain.

"It's fine. You meant well." Law hesitates, studying you and the way you'd trailed off before he prompts gently, "And?"

You give him an unreadable look before you approach slowly, trying to keep from shying away. You could simply walk past him, rejoin the others because you can still hear them, and they'll wonder where the two of you wandered off to soon ㅡ but you don't.

Law freezes when you press against him, hyperaware of the wind of your arms against his back ㅡ foreign, but not entirely unwelcome.

"I'm sorry about this too," you say when he remains frozen, though when you move to pull away, his arms come up to stop you.

"It's fine."

You wait a beat before you press your forehead against his chest. "I should still be mad at you for making me worry. But that's also Luffy's fault, I'd assume."

Law hums. "And are you?"

You shake your head. "No."

A small smile tugs at Law's lips. "Good."

"We're going to Wano after this, yeah?" A hum of confirmation. "We should probably go back to the others before they suspect something is up."

Law's grip tightens. "In a minute," he says, leans so that his head rests atop yours. "...let me hold you a little longer."

It's not a confession from either of you, not really ㅡ but it's a start.

#ㅡmine.#one piece scenario #one piece x reader #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #ㅡanswered.#anonymous #–ml: law.

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princessdimondheart · 7 months

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The Twins | Ghost x Wife! Reader

Pairing: Ghost x f! Reader + Their Twins

Warnings: 🔪- violence, terrorist act, blood, inaccurate medical scenes; 😭- fear, emotional stuff, family; 🥺- well deserved happiness

Edited: No

A/N: Simon’s mother doesn’t have a canon name so I decided it’s based off of a flower. You pick which one. Almost 8k words 😳. Part 2? Idk. Sorry it took so long! 😭😭

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Tommy brushed his short hair back like it would do anything. It was a standard military cut, close shaven but not exactly bald. When he had it cut- to get used to it he told himself- his twin sister, Violet, laughed in his face. Said he looked like an escaped inmate with the cut or someone from pre-Y2K. He pouted remembering it, he had yelled something about her blue-dyed hair being basic and threw a dirty sock in her face. She yelled and then grabbed his arm and proceeded to throw him over her shoulder. He really should have seen it coming. Her hard work in Tai Kwon Do really paid off. His back and ass hurt for the next few days.

Unfortunately, his poor mother paid witness to the little altercation. She was tired from a long shift at the hospital and was laying on their gray couch munching on Doritos. She only shook her head when he whined to her about Violet. She told him that if he wanted to join the army like he dreamed about, then he would have to toughen up and not complain about things whenever they went wrong. A distant look shown in her eyes. An old memory most likely; one of their long gone father, a military man, and one of the reasons why Tommy wanted to join. To follow in his father’s footsteps despite his job being the reason he wasn’t in their life anymore. He and his twin got quiet and then went their separate ways. They knew how much the loss of their father hurt their mother and they didn’t want to bring her any more pain by mentioning him when she’s emotionally drained from her shift.

When Tommy had told her that he wanted to join the army, his mother froze in shock before tears spilled from her eyes. A hand covered her sobs and her brow furrowed. He had never seen his mother cry before and it nearly had him spiraling. He rushed to hug his mother asking her what was wrong. When she calmed down, she pulled back and held his cheek in her hand.

“You’re just like your father. I knew something like this was going to happen but I wasn’t sure it would be so soon.” She wiped her tears with her other hand. “It’s okay, you can go if you really want to.”

He didn’t realize the tears building up in his eyes until they were running down his face. He was only 15 but he was already a head taller than his mother. She said he got his height from his father. Tommy had to tell her his decision because her permission was what would get him into the army when he turned 16. He had no other dreams, just the army and making his parents proud.

“Tommy! Are you done checking yourself out? We need to go to this last store before heading home.” Violet’s voice crashed his preening in front of a mirror in an H&M store. “The sun’s already set and we’re running late as it is.”

“Chill, Vi, we don’t always have to be punctual. Mom’s on shift anyways, we can go home at whatever time we want!” He looked at her through the mirror.

She rolled her eyes at him, scoffing, “says the boy that wants to join the army where punctuality is very important.”

Violet’s eye color was from her mother, in fact, all of her looks were from her, even her height except her eye shape was from their dad. Tommy was the one who was almost a carbon copy of their dad. There were slight variations in their looks, like skin tone and hair texture but nothing too different. He liked the fact that he looked like his dad. It made him feel closer to him in a way.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, let’s go so you can shut your whining. I am in the army.” Tommy mumbled the last part under his breath. He shoved a hand in his pocket and pushed the other in front of her face, wiggling his fingers for the bags she was holding. She handed them over when he moved his hand closer to her face and she swatted it away. Sure, he messed around with his sister but he was still a gentleman. His mother would fry his ass if he was anything but.

They were heading to Piccadilly Circus to look at the stores in search of a birthday present for their mom. It was coming up soon and they were running behind in the gift department. All other aspects of the little party they were planning were already put together, the only thing left was her gift. Now that he was in the army for just over a year, he had some money saved up and was planning on using it for her gift. That was the reason why he was here, he was on leave for her birthday next week. Violet suggested a nice pair of earrings and a necklace for her since she doesn’t really own jewelry other than her wedding bands. Tommy readily agreed.

The walk from H&M to the square wasn’t longer than ten minutes but they took their time window shopping along the way. The square was decently crowded, it was a Thursday after all and there were plenty of tourists and locals scurrying in and out of the shops. Tommy rubbed his hands together, it was cold that night. Unusual for the time of year but he assumed global warming was to blame. He really wished spring would finish up so summer could get here.

~~~~~

Ghost was methodically sharpening his knife on a whetstone when Price knocked on his door with a loud bang. His masked head whipped up and he gripped the knife tighter.

“Load up, Simon. My office, yesterday!” His voice was hurried and gruff. Something was going down and that made Ghost kit up faster than normal. Grabbing his gun he was out of his room in less than a minute.

In Prices office was the rest of 141, Gaz and Soap were kitted up in their tactical vests with their weapons slung over their shoulders. No one was sitting.

“We just got word that a terrorist plot is going to go down tonight at Piccadilly Circus. We’re going to head over there before it goes down.” Price shook his head. “Hopefully our presence deters them or we’re able to put a stop to them before anyone gets hurt.”

Gaz was reasonably upset. He had been there for the first attack on the square a few years ago. It was actually how he got into Price’s sights in the first place and joined the Task Force. “Again? Seriously?”

The Captain gave him a knowing look. “If it’s going to be an issue, you can stay here Kyle. You don’t have to go.”

“No-no, sir. It won’t be an issue.” Gaz sighed. “I just hope it turns out better than last time.”

Soap patted him on the shoulder. Price nodded at him and then walked to his office door.

“Let’s go!”

~~~~~

Violet had tugged on Tommy’s jacket and pointed out a jewelry store that seemed promising. Luckily it was still open so they both went inside. The clerk greeted them but wasn’t as attentive to them because of their youth. That is until they told her their budget. Typical.

She was looking into the bright glass boxes filled with different types of jewelry in gold, silver, diamonds or other precious stones. Tommy wasn’t really paying attention to her. He fiddled with his dog tags and the busted up ones that belonged to his father. They rested over his jacket. He’d hum and glance at a necklace she was pointing to but he was rather distracted. There was a small commotion just across the street near the metro entrance.

A black van pulled up and several men jumped out of it seemingly inconspicuous. He thought nothing of it until he saw a handgun sticking out of his waistband. Now, Tommy didn’t do that great in the section about their laws in school but he sure as hell knew that guns were illegal in their country. His brows furrowed, and Violet tugged at his sleeve once more to get his attention.

“Tommy! What’s with you?” She voiced her annoyance. “What are you looking at?”

She peered around him but didn’t notice what he was staring at so intensely. Tommy noticed that one of the men planted something on a nearby car parked on the street. He felt something go through his body. It was a feeling of cold and dread. Dread of what was most likely going to happen. What it was he didn’t have a clue. He just felt the cold chill his blood and goosebumps ran down his arms.

His eyes widened in shock and fear when one of the men pulled out an assault rifle from the truck. He only had a few seconds.

“Get down!” Was all he could manage to get out.

Tommy turned and grabbed his twin by her arms, pulling her into his body. The shots rang out directly towards them and in various directions. He vaguely remembered hearing a loud boom ring out. Screams spread around them. Tommy could only feel the burning sensations coming from his right arm, lower back and left leg. Violet’s screams were muffled by his jacket, the dog tags dug into her face. Her head had hit the ground hard despite Tommy covering it with his hand, and it throbbed in that dull way. Glass shattered around them and alarms were going off. They dropped heavily to the ground. Tommy’s body was covering Violet’s protecting her from the blaze of bullets still lodging themselves in the walls around them.

Violet screamed again as one land near their heads. Tears ran down both their faces. He tightened his grip on her.

“Violet- Violet, please.” He grunted. “It’s okay, we-we’re gonna be fine. Just lay down. S-stay quiet, yeah, you’re good, Vi.”

She was shaking. He was shaking. Although his body was prepared for going to war, his mind had yet to catch up. Although, Tommy wasn’t sure if it was nerves that was causing him to shake, the cold chill spilling through the shattered store front, or the blood seeping out from his wounds.

Violet felt wet but she couldn’t figure out what it was. At first she thought she had wet herself in fear but the feeling was coming from her torso. She turned her head as best as she could and saw Tommy grimacing in pain. Her eyes looked further down and saw the blood pooling under her. She wasn’t in pain.

“Tommy! Ta-Tommy, you’re bleedin’!” Her voice pitched high with alarm. She sobbed into his shoulder. Her hands tucked into her body pulled out and wrapped around his back. She held him tight.

“I-I’m fine, Vi.” He stuttered out. He was feeling weak from the blood loss.

“Don’t l-lie to me Tommy.” She hiccuped. “You’re s-shit at it.”

More explosions rang beyond the store. They shook the building they were in. Pieces of debris were falling from the ceiling, landing on and around them. Suddenly, various gunshots were fired in rapid succession and Violet worried that more terrorists had arrived. She hoped that the police or some anti-terrorist agency would arrive soon. Several minutes pass and the gunfire lessened until it finally stopped.

“Tommy? We can get up now, l-let me put pressure on y-your wounds.” Tommy wasn’t saying anything and that worried Violet. Her breathing quickened in her panic. “Tommy!? Get up! Tommy!”

Her hand reached up to push him off of her. It was a struggle as he had gained a significant amount of weight in muscle over the last year. He weighed a ton and when she was finally able to push him off of her, Violet was huffing even with her martial arts skills. Other times she’s able to pull him over her shoulder with momentum but now he was dead weight. God she dreaded the thought. Her shaking hands scrambled to his neck. Two fingers felt for his pulse and found a faint one. It fluttered but it was still there. She sighed in relief.

Violet tried to remember the first aid course that she took last summer that their mom’s hospital was offering to students interested in joining the medical field. She surveyed his unconscious body to find any wounds and when she found them all she got to work as best as she could. Violet took off her jacket and wrapped it around Tommy’s arm hoping to slow down the bleeding. Then she remembered that he had on a belt and so she took it off to tie around his leg. He unconsciously groaned when she tightened it. She couldn’t really put pressure on the wound on his back but she tried her best to keep a hand covering the wound. The bullet hadn’t gone all the way through and stayed lodged inside him. It wasn’t sanitary but it was the best she could do.

Her body continued to shake and she looked around the destroyed jewelry store. There were other bodies lying around. Blood was smeared on the shattered glass display where the lady was standing minutes before. The lack of pained noises sent a pang through her chest. More tears rolled down her cheeks and onto Tommy’s shuddering chest below her. She wished she hadn’t insisted on stopping by the other store instead of going straight here. They would have been home earlier. She wished she were the one injured and not Tommy. She was the oldest by a few minutes and it was her job to protect her little twin brother. She wished her mom was there to help Tommy. She wished her dad was there to help them get through this.

She cried and cried. Pain and sadness filling her up and boiling over in body racking sobs. Her hand gripped one of Tommy’s.

The silence was almost unbearable, until it wasn’t.

~~~~~

They were too late, again. The intel that they had been receiving lately was always a little too late than normal. Ghost knew that Price was gonna have a word with all the intelligence personnel when they were done with the mess that was before them. Gaz was pissed as his expression showed. They’d all seen similar scenes like this before but it always hurt more when it happens on home soil.

The police had arrived but were not as prepared as the Task Force, so they set up a perimeter not letting anyone in or out. They had dispatched all of the terrorists within a few minutes of them being in Piccadilly Circus. A few had lingered in the square while others had gone into some of the shops. Once the area was cleared and the police had began searching for survivors, Price had them doing the same.

“Soap, Gaz, go together and look for anyone still breathing on the north side. Ghost and I’ll stay on the south side of the square.” They split up and began their search.

Ghost passed a few bodies that weren’t alive. He saw the Captain flinch at the body of a child but he never said anything. Children were always hard in their line of work but for him it hit closer to home than what Ghost could ever understand.

“Hello? Is anyone alive?! We’re the army!” Price began to call out in hopes of an answer back.

There was silence yet it was loud. Sirens, alarms, and broken glass crunched underfoot and around them. They saw that the police and EMTs had found a majority of the survivors near them so they pushed further into the square. Price called out again and a muffled cry called back.

“Help! Help me please!” The feminine voice cried to them. Her voice pulled them towards her like a lifeline.

They ran to where the voice came from, a rather famous jewelry store that didn’t look as nice as before. The broken glass and bullet holes would turn anyone away. Ghost made it to the entryway first but Price stopped him with his hand. He gave him a look and went in first. Then Ghost remembered his skull mask and the fear it brought to people, especially civilians, so he waited until he was needed. The familiar crackle of the radio was heard faintly.

“Shite, get in here Ghost! They’re kids!” Great, another demographic that he wasn’t really good with. When he stood by them he realized that these kids were older than what he thought. They were teenagers.

Then, he froze.

Years of memories rushed through his mind in seconds. The sound of laughter… a certain hair color… the smell of her favorite perfume… her flowers, whose scent would waft up his nose whenever he came home. Things he so painfully remembered and yet chose to let go so as to not cause tremendous harm. A feeling that he had longed to never let go. He grasped at the tendrils for a short while before that dreadful night.

Those eyes… they were her eyes. At first he thought that she was kneeling there before him, but then remembered that more than a decade had passed and she would have changed in that time. Rarely had he seen her with tears streaked down her face. Or blood on her clothes…

Her look-alike cried out a sob and reality overtook his memories.

“Please, please help my brother he got shot.” The girl pleaded looking up as he walked closer. She wasn’t scared of him in the mask but she was for her brother. That’s when Ghost looked down.

Was he staring in a mirror? This boy. This kid. It was like looking at a photo of his younger self.

Clink.

Ghost’s eyes snapped to the sound of metal in Prices hand. He’d already done a glance over of the boy and decided that the girl did a good job of wrapping his wounds with what she had.

“Are these his?” Price asked the distraught girl.

“Y-yeah. Tommy just joined the army not long ago. Barely over a year in.” She breathed in deeply as if to calm her mind.

Tommy… he knew a Tommy once. His own brother. Every piece was coming together. He was one, and they were the other two. Just one was left…

“…and the other?” Price continued. He didn’t need to ask but he wanted to confirm the information he held. The cheeky bastard.

“It’s our fathers… or what’s left of him.” Those same eyes as her looked down. Sadness filled them. Sadness for himself, he realized. A father long gone. Those were the tags that he left behind in the wreckage. Now here they were… somehow returned to him.

Ghost hardly remembered when the ambulance pulled up in front of the store. Or when the EMTs moved Tommy onto the stretcher. But he did remember the smell of his blood and the salt in the air from her tears.

Price was able to convince the EMTs to let them go with Tommy and his sister. They weren’t happy about it but decided that armed men tagging along with them after a terrorist attack wouldn’t be so bad. He’d also radioed Soap and Gaz of their departure. They had found some victims buried under rubble and were trying to get them out with some firefighters.

Price whispered low enough for only Ghost to hear. “You doin’ okay, Simon?”

He didn’t know what to say. What could he say? His new-found daughter was siting across from him while his son lay injured, bleeding out from wounds caused by a terror act not thwarted by his team. He felt useless. Yet, he felt grateful that he was able to meet his children in a way. The situation was horrible, but that brought them together; and it was highly likely that if it had not happened then he would have never learned about them. He’d have probably died in combat before he ever heard whispers of them. No, he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He would continue on the path placed in front of him, for now at least.

He just shrugged his shoulders and stayed silent. That must have been enough for Price as he just eyed him for a bit before looking down at what the EMTs were doing to stabilize Tommy.

“Oh!” Price jolted in realization. “We never got your name, love! So sorry.”

The girl looked up at them. She glanced at him then at John. Ghost must have looked strange sitting there in his black gear. They both definitely looked out of place in the ambulance.

“It’s fine. I’m Violet… Mister…?” She wasn’t stuttering anymore but her voice was subdued and scratchy from her crying.

“Call me John, young lady.” He nodded at her. “And this is Ghos-“

“Simon, will do.” He had no idea why he cut him off or why he gave her his name, but it brought a grin to Prices lips.

“Oh, it’s like my da-“ The ambulance coming to a stop cut her off and the EMTs began off-loading the gurney.

They moved themselves out of the way and followed closely behind as he was rolled into the emergency department. There were other ambulances dropping off patients from the attack. EMTs, doctors and nurses were coming in and out, and there was a heavy police presence at the entrances.

Inside was more chaotic. The hospital was in Code Orange for mass casualty or disasters.

Patients lay in gurneys as nurses and residents tended to them. Many of the dead rested under blood soaked sheets, yet to be moved to the morgue. Blood pooled on the white floors, some of it was stepped on and tracked throughout the rooms. Cleaning workers did their best to mop up the evidence of the nights tragedy. Very few had minor injuries. Friends and family were there searching for missing relatives. One of the smarter police officers began a missing persons board and had them write descriptions of the missing.

As Violet stepped through the automatic door, she saw her mom finish tending to an older lady who had been grazed by bullets and suffered a concussion when she fell over. She fiddled with her gloves. It was loud in there but when she called for her mother, the older woman’s head shot up in fear.

“Mom!”

Hearing this, Ghost’s eyes scanned the crowd. He had to find her. A face he hadn’t seen in years, unless he counted the similarities with his daughter. It wasn’t so hard. He’d recognize her face if he was blind and only had his hands to see.

She was older, of course, but no less as beautiful as he remembered. Her hair was styled differently, likely due to her job, but still shined healthily. Her scrubs were in her favorite color and a blood stained white lab coat donned her body. She wore blue gloves and a face mask as she tended to her patients.

“Violet!” She speedily walked to her daughter, passing between other doctors and nurses. Fingers tugged on latex and she dumped the gloves in a garbage can filling up with similar bloody items. Her hands rested on Violet’s shoulders as she couldn’t hug her with all the blood on her.

She gasped when she saw Tommy.

“Tommy!” She cried and tears flooded her eyes. Her hands went to his cut up face. “You were there?!”

An EMT asked her to help them. “This patient needs immediate care, doctor!”

“I-I’m sorry. I’m too close to the patient.” She stuttered.

She looked around her in the chaos for a free doctor. She hardly noticed the two armed men hanging back. Her eyes stopped on her colleague. He had worked as a doctor for over forty years and had done thousands of surgeries. He had been a great mentor to her since she first started working at this hospital.

“Jack! Dr. Yates!” She called over to him loud enough for others to look over. The older gentleman startled but made a bee-line for her. When he was close, she grabbed a part of his white sleeve. “Please, doctor, help my son. I’m too close to work on him properly.”

The grayed man gave a look over Tommy and had them immediately push him to an open operating room. He grasped her upper arm. “Don’t you worry your brilliant mind, sunny. We’ll get him spick and span in no time. Take a break for a few minutes, you’ve been running around since 5 this mornin’.”

Letting go, she only nodded along as they wheeled Tommy away. She allowed a tear to fall. It dripped onto the floor, mixing with other bodily fluids that fell from their patients. She tried not to let her fear of her losing another person get to her.

Not again. Not here. Not now.

“Mom?” Violet called for her worried about her sudden silence. She tugged on the back of her white coat, which was still white, surprisingly. That got her moving.

“Violet? Are you alright? You’re okay, right? There’s blood all over you!” She inhaled once. “Do I need to get you som-“

“Mom! I’m fine! Honestly!” Violet interrupted, her bottom lip wobbled. “T-Tommy protected me. He saved me, mom!”

She sobbed harder than before and her mom, now not caring for the blood, pulled her in for a tight hug. They clung to each other desperately. Violet was shorter than her mom so she was able to burry her face into her neck. Tears wetting her skin and clothes.

Movement behind them, made her look up, unsure if anyone else needed help. It was the two men that had come in with Violet. She had not really noticed them before because all her focus was directed to Tommy and Violet; her two most important things in life. Both had some blood on, what she now realized was military kits, and they stood there in silence carrying their weapons slung over their shoulders. One wore a funny fishing hat and the other had a rather fitting face mask for the overall mood of the day. The skull plated mask hid the face underneath. Her eyes lingered and he caught her gaze.

Ghost stared at his once-wife in the eyes. The eyes that would always making him feel like he was falling deeper into her soul. She spoke but his ears weren’t working. Price answered and his hand whacking his arm made him blink twice and their staring ended when she looked at Prices hand.

“No, we’re fine… Doctor…?” Price answered her worries of injury.

“I’m Doctor-“

“Dr. Riley!” A nurse interrupted her. Ghost felt his chest tighten. She’d kept his name. “We need you here! He’s code blue-ing!”

She sprang from her daughters arms. “Coming! Violet go to my office and stay there for me, please. I’ll be back soon, hopefully.”

Violet nodded before her mom ran off to where the patient had just rolled in. She jumped onto the gurney and began chest compressions. The EMTs continued to the elevator and up to the operating rooms like nothing had happened. More nurses followed them into the large elevator. Her mom pumping that mans chest was the last she’d see of her for the next few hours.

She was still a Riley. His Riley. After all these years, he remembered her saying that she wanted to keep her maiden name for her doctor status. He was always okay with that and knew she’d never change her mind, despite her taking his name, although hyphenated, when they married. He wondered what made her change her mind. Then he remembered that he had ‘died’ several months before her graduation as a resident. He reminisced on how he snuck in to see her one last time at the ceremony before running away to the battlefield.

Price eyed Ghost as he stood there staring at the closed elevator doors, even when they opened as another body was taken down to the morgue. He looked tense, brows furrowed, pained, and understandably so. His whole life just flipped over and over in the matter of a few hours.

But then Ghost glanced at his hands. Bloodied hands. Tommy’s blood. Then to Violet and then back again to the dried blood. The blood of his only son. It dawned on him that he almost lost him. Almost her. Both of them could have been stripped of their lives. And so easily too. He hardly knew them and that hurt him even more.

“Ah… let’s escort you to your mums office, yeah?” Price called to Violet, who was also spacing out.

She wiped her face and nodded. She led them to the stairwell and they climbed up two stories. Several corridors down and they were in a decent sized office. Price told them he would get them some snacks and drinks at the vending machines he saw awhile back. Ghost knew he was giving him time to talk to Violet. He was somewhat grateful and annoyed that Price knew what he needed.

They both sat down on the cushioned chairs. Violet flung herself down with a loud sigh. She was drained both mentally, physically and emotionally. She wanted this nightmare to be over.

“You’re Violet, right?” His deep voice asked and Violet’s eyes drifted upward. He’d heard her name multiple times, was even introduced, but he needed the confirmation again.

“Yeah, I’m Violet… why?” She looked a bit confused, brow raised just like her mother used to give him.

His chest tightened and he felt like he couldn’t get the words past his lips but he forced himself to. There was no better time than right now. “I- I just know your mum… that’s all.”

“Really? Why didn’t she recognize you?” She asked but Ghost pointed at his masked face and she blushed. “Oh, right.”

The silence was awkward for a moment before Violet spoke, surprising Ghost with her words.

“Well… I like your mask. Kinda edgy. It’s actually pretty cool… for an old man.”

“How do you know I’m old?” Ghost tilted his head slightly.

Violet scoffed and crossed her arms, leaning back into the chair. “You know my mom, so you’ve gotta be old.” Ghost almost rolled his eyes; she was gonna be the death of him. Then she looked contemplative.

“Do you think Tommy will still be able to be in the army?” She looked at his eyes, her brows furrowed even more. “It’s been his dream for the longest and now that he’s in, I don’t think he’d ever get out… but if he’s discharged, I think that’ll hurt him the most.”

Ghost didn’t say anything right away so she continued her little rant. “Mom tried to get him to go to uni, but his heart was set on the army ever since he learned that our dad was in. He held onto that dream for so long and when mom let him go, well, I’ve never seen him so happy…”

Her breath shortened as tears ran down her face. “I—I should have been paying more attention. It’s my fault. I have no situational awareness, damnit, even Tommy’s told me that before. If I’d noticed sooner or realized what was going on, he wouldn’t be hurt. I’m the older twin. I should be-be the one taking care of him!” She sobbed harder.

Ghost came to kneel in front of her. He took her hand that was twisting her bloody shirt. “It’s not your fault. You, nor anyone there, knew what was about to happen. Terrorists have no regards for the lives of the innocent while doing things that would harm them.”

“Tommy’s hurt but I can tell that he’s strong. I’ve been hurt like that before and I healed up fine. Plus he has even greater care here. They’ll take care of him and you only need to keep your head up and know that Tommy’ll pull through.” He continued. “He’s young so he’ll bounce back well enough to return to his unit. Don’t you worry your pretty lil’ head ‘bout that.”

“Thanks.” She laugh-cried. “But it’s hard to take you seriously with that mask.” She giggled.

Ghost huffed. “Well, Tommy pulled some heroics back there saving you. Might even earn a brag rag with the right recommendations…”

Violet’s confused head tilt made him explain the meaning. “It’s a medal.”

Her eyes brightened. “You’d do that?”

He hummed. “Captain Price might put in a good word too, but yeah, he deserves it.”

There was a sudden and somber silence. His hand gripped his knee to prevent it from bouncing.

“Ah… any plans for uni? Or something…?” Bollocks, how the hell do you talk to a 17 year old girl, who is also your child but doesn’t know it? Improvise… he guessed?

Violet told him that she was debating going to vet school or medical school to become a surgeon like her mother. She wasn’t sure which university she would apply to.

“Tommy keeps teasing me that I should join him in the army as a field surgeon. But… um, I think I wanna help out people in our community here.” She chuckled softly. “I told him that if he ever got hurt he could come to me to patch him up, but that I’d have to hurt him again for even getting injured in the first place.”

Ghost smiled under his mask. Mask. His mask?

Maybe he wasn’t thinking clearly. Perhaps one too many whacks to the ole head. Or maybe it was the high of meeting his long lost children for the first time. Ghost wasn’t sure what it was…

His hand reached up, curling under the bottom of his balaclava, and pulled the black cloth over his head in one tug. The higher it went, the more his chin, lips, nose, cheeks, eyes, and hair was revealed.

Violet’s breath hitched as she took his face in. Her eyes roamed over every feature and scars. She knew this face, from the back of her mind she knows that this face is like the one going through surgery right now. Like the one in the frame sitting on her mother’s desk right in front of her. Tears began to burn her eyes but did not fall. Her lip wobbled.

~~~~~

“Violet, I am your father…” Simon’s eyes stared into hers for a moment before closing tightly. His brows scrunched together and his lips tugged into a fine line.

“Was t-that a Star Wars reference? Or are you being serious?” Violet asked confused, burning tears finally falling.

“You’ve seen Star Wars?” Stop deflecting, Simon!

“What?! Don’t change the subject Mr. Simon!” She gasped, her eyes widening. “Mister… Simon. Simon. Simon?”

“Yeah?” He asked, swallowing hard.

“This doesn’t make sense! I-I must be hallucinating. Maybe, maybe I actually did die or something.” Violet’s voice shook. She closed her eyes and moved her head side to side. There was a subtle shake to her body. “Nope! This is not fucking real! You’re supposed to be dead! Dead, I tell you!”

Oh god, she’s reverting back to her drama club days.

“Umm… language?” Not the time to reprimand her for her words. “I mean. Sorry. It’s… It’s just a really, really long story. I actually don’t know how I’d tell-“

“Daddy!” Violet sobbed and before Simon could comprehend it, the teenager had her arms wrapped around him as much as she could with his size and body armor.

The shock in his eyes softened with her continued sobbing. It struck him in his heart. All the walls he’d built since before joining the Task Force began to crumble. Piece by piece, chunks began to disintegrate. His own eyes burned with tears that hadn’t fallen in years. It was almost a relief when they did start to fall. They dropped onto Violet’s shoulder and rolled down her back.

Simon didn’t know how long they held onto each other for. Hours or days could pass but he would rather still be in the newfound embrace of his daughter. Violet had settled into soft sniffles and little hiccups, eventually falling asleep in his lap. His own tears had dried, for now, leaving streaks down his cheeks. For a moment, it felt peaceful despite the chaos several floors down and a few streets away. His arms tightened around Violet. He wasn’t sure if he could ever let her go…

His eyes staring off into the wall flashed to the door when it was pushed open. And there she was.

~~~~~

Dr. Riley sighed as the sound of the EKG flatlining continued. They had initially brought the patient back from cardiac arrest and proceeded with the surgery. However, in the last fifteen minutes he began to show signs of another cardiac episode. The nurses and she had tried their best but unfortunately the patient’s wounds were too much for his body to handle.

Pulling off her bloody gloves and dumping them into the hazardous waste disposal, she told the nurses to take a breather since they’d been going at it for hours by that point. Hell, her shift had long been over when her daughter and son had arrived but she had stayed. She couldn’t bear leaving while knowing that many people were suffering. She’d seen over a dozen patients when the casualties started pouring in, almost tripling her patient count for the day.

A quick change of clothes in a designated room and she was walking back to her office. Eerily, the floor her office was on was quiet. There were other busy wards here but the chaos was concentrated downstairs. She heard her crocs squeak on the polished floors. It used to make her blush at the loudness of the sound but now she couldn’t give a fuck. Her patients needed her, damnit! As if a squeaky shoe would hold her back from reaching her patients on time just because she was embarrassed by the sounds.

Reaching the door to her office, she noticed that the light was on letting her know that Violet had made it in one piece.

“Hey, Violet, are you hungry-!” Her eyes widened in mild confusion and concern at what she saw, before glaring slightly. “What the fuck?!”

Her Violet was in the arms of a strange grown man, she been crying, clearly as they stained her cheeks. She nearly lost her top and yelled more before focusing on the man’s features.

It was like seeing a ghost.

He said something but it was like cotton balls were stuffed into her ears. Whatever it was she probably needed to see an otolaryngologist. She felt something fall down her face and along her neck and into her clean scrubs. Her vision blurred. She wasn’t sure if it was from tears building up or her body moving quickly in their direction.

~~~~~

Simon called for her by name. He hadn’t said it in a very long time. It honestly hurt him to. After all, he had left her alone and with his children no less, although he hadn’t known. He’d spent some time thinking about it while holding onto Violet. If he would have stayed had she been able to tell him about them. He would like to think that, yes, he would have stayed, but Simon wasn’t sure if his own insecurities and trauma related to his abusive father would push him from wanting to claim such a responsibility.

She stared blankly at him. Her dull and tired eyes worried him. He knew she’d had a long and hard day. Simon missed the shine in her eyes from long ago. He was starting to feel strange with her gawking. He shifted in his seat as softly as he could to not disturb Violet.

The movement seemed to awaken her and gave her the strength to move closer to him. But her knees weakened and Simon had to outstretch an arm in order to catch her. A loud sob fell from her lips. Slightly chapped due to lack of time to care for them that day. The jerkiness of his movement woke up Violet and when she saw her crying mother in the arm of her dad, her tears renewed.

“Mom!” She tasted salt. The words were taken from her.

Simon pulled her up into his lap too, before tightening his arms around both of them. Both of his girl’s hands were clutching him equally as tight. They were all breathing heavily and their bodies shook with each sob, with each inhale and exhale. Simon rested his head against theirs. Fingers tangled in their hair.

After they all calmed down a bit, Simon began to explain what happened all those years ago. What happened to his family, why he left, and that if he had known that he was going to be a parent that he would have taken the time to think things more carefully before doing anything drastic.

She raised her hand against his stubbled cheek. “It’s not your fault, Simon. I should have told you about the pregnancy sooner. I-I just wanted to surprise you when you came home, but…”

He knew the ‘but,’ he never came home. Only a news article about a whole family dying in a house fire. Dog tags left to be found hours later. His only living ‘relative’ was his father.

He needed to stop thinking about his father, who he believes may or may not still be around. But those fears of being like him as an adult presented as usual. It was a constant struggle to let those feelings go. Feelings of inadequacy surfaced and since his face wasn’t covered as usual, it was easier to see by his frown and furrowed brow.

She recognized that look on his face despite the many years apart. She held his face in her palm. He leaned into it, his own hand coming up to hold hers closer to him. The look in her eyes told him all the reassurances that he craved.

Violet watched all this in awe. Never would she have thought that she’d be witness to the love between her mother and father. She tucked herself closer to her father’s chest. Violet had grown even more tired after the attack and the crying. Her eyes drooped and a sigh left her lips as she fell asleep. Simon’s arm subconsciously pulled her closer.

It felt like hours but only thirty minutes had passed before Dr. Riley got restless. She tapped Simon on the shoulder.

“I should go check if there are any updates on Tommy.” She said and Simon, reluctantly, let her go. “I’ll come back if there’s any news. And I’ll bring you both something to eat. Surprisingly, the cafeteria has a decent sandwich selection.”

Ghost nodded and readjusted his grip on Violet to hold her with both arms.

“I can have a cot brought in if you want?” She looked lovingly between the two. A soft smile tugged at her lips.

“Ah… I think I’m fine, for now at least.” His pale cheeks flushed. He just couldn’t let his little girl go. Especially not when she’s sleeping so peacefully in his arms.

She nodded and left the room.

During that time, his phone had buzzed and a text from Price glowed back at him. He texted that he had the next few days off and to not come in to work for any reason other than emergencies.

Simon texted back a simple, “Okay.”

~~~

Dr. Riley returned with food in paper bags and good news. Tommy was in post-op and was being moved to a private room soon. She told Simon that she could take them there. So, Simon stood with Violet in his arms, who surprisingly has not been awoken by the move. His arms were under her knees and back.

They had arrived before Tommy so Simon took the time to survey the room. It was rather large with a couch on each side of the room. His love told him that they pulled out into beds if they wanted to use them. Simon lowered Violet onto the blue couch, resting her head on the pillow and covering her with the provided gray hospital blanket.

Thirty minutes later and Tommy was rolled in by a team of nurses. The principle doctor residing over his care began to explain the next steps in Tommy’s recovery. It felt like a lot but Simon was intimately familiar to the process due to his own previous injuries.

Afterwards, his love was finally able to rest so she sat next to him on the other blue couch. There was distance between them and Simon couldn’t get his body to melt into the soft couch. He could feel her glancing at him from the corner of her eyes. He spied her hand inching towards his. His eyes looked and then looked away. He argued with himself to just grab hers. He finally said ‘fuck it all’ and just wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her whole body closer.

A soft squeak escaped her lips. He buried his face into her hair and breathed in deeply. It still smelled like her shampoo. She melted into his embrace.

“Simon?” He hummed. “I don’t know how, but, thank you.”

He looked her in those eyes that kept him awake at night. “Of course.”

~~~

Two days later…

~~~

Bleary brown eyes fluttered open. He took several moments to blink away the crust on his eyes. The blindly white room was dark with only a soft amber lamp glowing in the far corner. He felt like his body was stuck to what he was laying on. He looked down and saw white sheets.

A flash of dark movement caught his eye from one of the pull out beds, fully stretched out and occupied. He shifted his stiff neck to see who or what it was.

He saw his own eyes.

Maybe he was dead. After all, he swore he saw his father sitting there by his mother. He tried his hardest but the sedatives won the battle. His tired eyes blinked slowly before finally closing. His breath evening out in slumber.

Wide brown eyes stared at the monitor. Only relaxing when the machine kept beeping at a constant rate. Then, Simon laid back down and clutched her closer. She sighed and moved closer to him. And damn was he happy in that moment.

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