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findmeintheferns · 1 year

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your bestfriend’s roommate

(part one)

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: you’ve had the same plug for years, but he wasn’t replying & you were desperate. your bestfriend had been wanting you to switch to her roommate for ages so fuck it. problem is though, you weren’t expecting her to be this attractive…

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: a lil bit of smut, drug use (weed), slowish burn, kinda boring sorry lol writers block

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2.2 k

𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: dealer ellie williams (TLOU) x reader (y/n)

You stare down at your phone for the 100th time only to once again get met with a blank screen. It had been 5 whole hours yet still nothing. You tried not to let it bother you but at this point you were well and truly feeling impatient. You groan, flipping the phone over so you can no longer fixate on it.

Dina notices your frustration, “I’ve told you so many times that my friend is a way better plug, she replies almost instantly. Plus, she’s in my dorm, you can visit me & stock up at the same time.”

You’ve heard this spiel before, but you weren’t sold on it. You liked having a dealer that was strictly business, you’ve never been one to want to stay and chat, you just want to get your weed so you can go home & get high as soon as possible. Plus, you’ve had the same dealer for over 2 years now, going to someone else would be like a betrayal.

You go to reply but Dina beats you to it,

“Yeah, yeah I know. You guys have an unbreakable bond or whatever.”

You give her a small smile, “I mean hey if he doesn’t reply in the next hour, I might get desperate. I told Alex we could smoke & get ice-cream tonight.”

Dina lets out a snort, “Oof yeah, you’ll definitely be needing the weed if you’re spending the night hanging out with him.”

You roll your eyes, not wanting to reply to her snarky comment. You had nearly been dating for nearly a year, but she still hated him. She never really liked him in the first place, she says ‘his vibe is off’, whatever that means. After a little incident with his best friend Mia however, her dislike turned to hatred. Nothing bad even happened, you overreacted. They hung out, you weren’t aware, and you walked in on them hugging. You got upset at first yeah, but he reassured you that it meant nothing, that she was having a bad day and it was just a simple hug. You believe him, so that’s that.

Dina grabs your phone from off the table, distracting you from your thoughts.

“Just let me put her number in your contacts in case okay? Her name’s Ellie.”

“Fineeeee. I need to go anyway. If I don’t study for this exam I’m screwed, I slept through like half of the lectures.” You sigh, stressed about all the content you have to somehow remember over the span of a few days.

Dina pulls you into a hug, “You’re terrible. Good luck with that, I love you dumbass.”

You pull away and laugh at your brutally honest friend as she begins to walk away, “Yeah, yeah, I love you too I guess.”

You grab your bag, placing a tip under your now empty coffee cup before leaving the little café.

You stare at the clock, it’s an hour before you’re meant to meet Alex and your dealer still hasn’t replied.

“Ughhhhhhh. Whatever. Fine. Fuck it.” you murmur, pulling out your phone.

You really didn’t feel like texting a new dealer, you’re pretty introverted already and it seemed like a lot of effort. But what were you supposed to do.

You unlock your phone and open contacts, Ellie’s profile popping up straight away. You send a short text, introducing yourself as Dina’s friend and asking if she had anything to sell tonight, you weren’t in a place to be picky.

To your surprise it was only 5 minutes before you received a reply. Her response was short too;

ellie: yeah, i’ve got a bunch. do you want to come here & pick up? that way you can decide what you want

y/n: oh okay, sure. what time?

ellie: now?

y/n: okay. see u in 5.

ellie: you know where to find me

You did appreciate that she didn’t drag out the conversation, but you were still nervous about meeting someone new. Dina’s dorm room is only a short walk from yours which you couldn’t lie, was pretty convenient if Ellie did become your new dealer. Once you arrive at the door you stop for a moment and take a deep breath in, hoping the conversation would be as short as it always was with your normal dealer. If only Dina was here to make things less awkward, but she had volleyball on tonight.

You knock and the door opens instantly. Suddenly your whole body completely stiffens as your eyes meet the girl opening the door. You know you should be speaking right now, but you’re weren’t mentally prepared for this. She looked absolutely nothing like you had imagined. You don’t know why but you kinda assumed she’d be on the gross & dodgy side. She was in fact the complete opposite. She was wearing baggy grey sweatpants and a tank top that hugged her body. Her short brown hair was half tied up in a little knot, her fringe falling over her face. She must of been getting ready for bed. You really wish Dina had gone into more detail when describing her, you weren’t prepared for her to be this…well, attractive, for lack of better words.

“Y/n? You here to pick up yeah?” Ellie’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, yeah, sorry. Yes I am” you quickly respond, kinda embarrassed about the pause.

“All good, come in and I’ll get you what you need. Sorry about the mess.”

You walk inside the dorm, you had been in there before obviously, but not while Ellie was there. You never even really payed attention to her side of the room yet now you can’t take your eyes off it.

“So, what are you after? I’ll see if I have some.” Ellie asks

“Honestly I don’t mind. Whatever’s your favourite at the moment”

You don’t want to drag this out, you need to head to Alex’s soon and you already feel awkward from the previous interaction.

“Hmmm. Probably blue dream then, it’s mostly Sativa. Really helps with relaxing.”

You shrug “I trust you.”

She puts your weed into a small ziplock baggie and you pay. You quickly try and say goodbye as you walk towards the door but she stops you

“Yeah you’re gonna have to stay at least for a little longer.”

Confused, you stare at her blankly, “Umm, why?”

She returns your glare, “Have you never picked up before or something?”

This kinda offends you and you don’t really know why.

“Yes I have. For your information my dealer just isn’t responding tonight. This is a one off.”

Ellie scoffs, “Huh, lemme guess. Derek is your dealer?”

This takes you back for a moment,

“Yeah… how do you know that?”

She laughs, relaxing her stance and moving to lean back onto her bed.

“Makes sense why you don’t know pick up etiquette. You need to stay here for a little so it doesn’t look sus. Otherwise cops will catch on, just like with your friend Derek. He was lazy and now he’s screwed. You definitely won’t be hearing from him for a while.”

Great. Well that makes sense why he wasn’t responding. You sigh and flop down onto Dina’s bed, staring up at the roof. You really don’t feel like staying here for any longer.

“Aww, am I that terrible to hang out with?”

You roll your head to stare at her, but she’s already looking at you. You wonder what she’s thinking.

“It’s not that” You lie, because it kinda is. “I’m just meant to be meeting up with Alex right now”

She laughs to herself again, “Oh that’s right, Alex, your boyfriend.”

“What’s funny about that? How do you even know that?” you retort, pissed off at this point.

“No, no, nothing. Dina told me is all.” She smiles

You sit up, ready to leave, “Right, well, I need to go. Thanks for the weed.”

You move towards the door but once again Ellie stops you before you can open it.

“Hey, I’m sorry” She says softly “I didn’t meant to upset you, stay a little longer and have a joint.”

The way she’s looking at you makes your stomach churn, but not in a bad way. There’s something so endearing about her, even when she’s pissing you off.

“I really should go, I’ll be late” You respond, trying to not be tempted by the offer.

“It’s on me, just because I annoyed you” she smirks.

You know you should decline, but it’s a lot harder than it would seem.

“Fine. One joint”

So, you didn’t just have one joint, you both shared quite a few. You weren’t sure if it was just the weed that made being around Ellie more manageable, but you were actually having fun. You unintentionally lost track of time, talking about anything and everything. Ellie told you all about her Astronomy major and her favourite astronaut, Sally Ride. You told her about how much you hated math and your inability to focus during lectures. You had moved closer together so that you were both laying down, squished on the same bed staring at the roof. Ellie turned her head to face yours,

“You look pretty stoned” she whispered, a big grin on her face.

She was so close to you it made you nervous, but also kinda excited. She looked incredibly attractive, you kept trying to deny it, but you couldn’t help it. The way she held herself, the way she spoke, her looks, all of it was pulling you in even though you knew it shouldn’t.

You giggled, wanting to reply with a snarky comment but being too high to think of one. You went to take the joint from her, but got distracted by the tattoo on her arm. It was pretty big, it was some sort of moth and a fern. You followed it down until it ended, stopping at her hand. You intertwined your fingers with hers, lifting it up so you could get a better look.

“What?” she laughed, confused as to what you were trying to do.

You didn’t think, you just spoke, “You have really attractive hands Ellie”

For a moment she looked taken back by your comment, but she was too high too overthink it. She moved so that her body was on top of yours, your hands still connected. You felt yourself getting wet, too horny to think about the consequences of what was happening right now. She grinded her thigh into your pussy causing your eyes to roll back as you let out a soft moan. She leaned down and pushed your hair behind your ear.

“Oh yeah?” she whispered, replying to your previous statement “You should see what they can d-“

Ellie was cut off by the sound of ringing. Fuck. You jerk up, grabbing your phone. Surely enough, it was Alex calling. What had you done.

“Fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck” you mumble under your breath, picking up the phone call.

Alex: “Y/n? You okay?”

Y/n: “Alex I’m so sorry I was studying and I must have fallen asleep.”

Alex: “Ah, no weed then?”

Y/n: “No weed, I’m sorry. Rain check?”

Alex: “All good, love you.”

Y/n: “Love you.”

You felt incredibly guilty, probably the most guilty you’ve ever felt in your life. How could you lose track of time like that? How could you act on impulse like that?

Ellie broke you out of your train of thought “Shit. I don’t even know how that happened. Y/n? Are you okay? Fuck I’m sorry.”

You knew you had to leave before you made an even more regrettable decision. Quickly grabbing your stuff you began to walk to the door,

“All good. I need to go. Thanks, erm, for the weed”

Ellie tries to say something else but it’s too late, you are out of the dorm in no time, almost sprinting back to your room.

That night you got barely any sleep, mad at yourself for taking things so far. You knew it was wrong, so why did you feel yourself wanting more.

#ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #wlw smut #smut #the last of us hbo #the last of us #wlw #fanfic

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hotluncheddie · 4 months

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New anon here... I've been thinking about the government shoving Eddie into witness protection without letting him say goodbye to the rest of the group, which is a real bummer Steddie-wise because they were definitely headed towards something. So Eddie is like, in the suburbs of Chicago or somewhere under the new name Nathan Edwards or something, gets a slave wage job at a Scoops Ahoy, and proceeds to eat his feelings.

A couple years later, Steve is passing through the area, sees the Scoops, and thinks what the hell, he's doing pretty well for himself these days at whatever "fuck you dad I can make it on my own" career he ended up choosing, he can go in and tip some fresh outta high school kid the way he'd always appreciated back in his Starcourt days. And wow, the guy behind the counter definitely isn't a teenager, but he does look familiar...

:0 anon!!!!!

i’m hoping by saying he eats his feeling in the ice cream shop that we’re on the same page here… (bc oof 🥴👹)

but ugh witness protection is so sad omg but big hurt/comfort possibilities maybe i think i think

they make them leave straight out of the hospital, him and wayne and one box of stuff each. they give them new names, a new place, set wayne up with a new job. but it’s not the same, nothing is, never will be. eddie has to cut his hair, thankfully not a buzz cut but he hasn’t had his curls sit above his ears in years. it’s the thing that makes his feel most strange, he thinks - not recognising himself in the mirror.

recovering physically took a long time, mentally, just as long. but eventually he needs to be around people again, needs money, a routine. the scoops job started as kind of a joke and then he realised it was the place he applied with the easiest commute and the owner was a really chill dude at the interview and then it really wasn’t a joke anymore. eddie worked a scoops ahoy. the pay is whatever but the work is fine and with wayne’s wage they more than get by and while it’s boring, it also kind of feels like breathing room, time to slow down and learn about himself again, after everything.

after a while eddie is actually kind of digging the sailor outfit, gives him an excuse to be kind of silly and get away with way more with customers that he should. like you can’t really get mad at him, not dressed like that, not when he still gets the orders right. it feels like a character, he’s the bard, the jester, and one day he’ll break free but for now - he enjoys the free icecream.

it started small, employees are allowed one item in break and he usually went for a soda, then that changed to a milkshake or a cone. and then one night he was closing and it was right by wayne’s birthday and there was a quarter of a tub set to be thrown out. and, well, eddie thought, why not take it home?

then the new monthly schedule comes out and since most of the part timers are younger and he has his (new) van it’s got him set to closing alone most shifts. fine by him, one hour of pay where he can blast his walkman while he cleans, best case scenario even.

he was also in charge of making sure the tubs were correctly filled ready for the openers and that meant throwing out the near empty ones. so near empty that that kid in eddie seems to rear up and remind him of all those times they couldn’t afford icecream, why let it go to waste? he always did have a sweet tooth.

so most nights his routine after work is to get home, have dinner with wayne, get high, watch some tv or read or listen to music and most notably polish off whatever ice cream and ‘only just out of date so still definitely good’ toppings he’s managed to squirrel home.

that last bit is notable because it’s been a year of working there, just under a year of this new routine, and eddie’s had to size up his once baggy uniform.

he’s kept definition in his legs and arms since his job is running around and scooping frozen shit. but now he’s padded with a layer of chub and his stomach is padded with a lot more than that, having bared the brunt. his cheeks have also rounded and his thighs and ass are honestly looking better than ever.

and with everything so new that’s been forced on him, this new at least feels like his. he knows how it happened, he’s not dumb, and yeah sometimes he ate just to wallow but he enjoyed every fucking bite of that ice-cream. and yeah he knows the red stripes that streak up his sides and push agains the waistband of his shorts aren’t everyone’s idea of desirable but, this is him now. everything else in his life is new, may as well have a new body to go with it. and to be honest he finally feels like he’s recognising himself in the mirror now. this new guy he’s had to become, there are ways that it’s still his.

but god does he miss everyone. not a day goes by he doesn’t think of home, his friends, his life, the people he almost died with. steve. so every night he gets high and eats ice cream and feels his belly swell that little bit more. sometimes he cries, sometimes he laughs but he’s alive and he has wayne and they’re safe. so every night he eats icecream.

steve moves to chicago with robin. he’s in school to be a physical therapist, robin studying italian. they moved just outside the city because it’s cheaper, a nice little neighbourhood. hes getting by, he works at a gym and helps with some of the classes, it’s decent pay and fun and he’s getting more and more days where that darkness feels far away, his rain cloud isn’t so thick. he’s doing it, surviving. living, even.

but, every day he misses eddie munson.

he’s out jogging when he spots it, taken a new route and made it to a strip of stores he didn’t know were there. with a scoops ahoy. just like summer of ‘83.

he laughs.

for old times sake and knowing robin will get a kick out of it he head in inside. thinks the 20 in his sock is more than enough to have spare for a tip that should brighten whatever kid is working the counter. surely they don’t still have the same unifo- nope, they do, and the guy at the counter looks much closer to steve’s age than the high schooler he expected. he’s cute. big eyes, nice hands.

eddie’s frozen. there’s a spectre in his store. steve’s staring at him. eddie’s stares at steve. eddie’s suddenly filled with anxious energy, unsure how to process what’s in front of him. tugs at his shirt out of habit, smooths the fabric down over the plush of his stomach, readjusts his hat that doesn’t need readjusting, bounces on his toes. what the fuck.

and eddie sees that steve doesn’t quite recognise him with his rounder features and shorter hair. he can’t wear his rings to work (they’re different, gold but still chunky) and, obviously steve’s never seen him dressed like this, also probably never imagined eddie would have a belly like that.

the second thing that registers in eddie, after the initial shock, is feeling his stomach drop out in fear. for wayne. for their place. for his job… for steve.

he doesn’t remember what the rules were about contact with his past. but he’s pretty sure there were rules on it.

but then something flickers across steve’s face, a flash of lightning, and he’s moving, leaning across the counter and enveloping eddie in a hug. ‘oh thank god.’ eddie hears steve breathe, strained and relieved and so full of emotion eddie feels his throat close and his eyes burn. steve’s here. eddie squeezes back and breaths deep, he smells like sweat and hairspray and home.

his steve is here.

and all eddie can do is cling back.

they’ll have to figure something out. he can’t let go of this again.

#anon this was so good #i loved it so much #the brain worm u gave me ugh #i’m giving u a #MWAH!#hotlunch #steddie #steve x eddie #chubby eddie munson #hurt/comfort #ask #chubby!eddie munson #steddie wg #witness protection wg au

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obsolescent · 7 months

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No Strangers Here

“Only friends you haven’t met yet”

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Author’s Note: Ask at the end! Changed things up a bit from the video because my mind was ??? in some parts, I was losing the war with this one, like literally the longest I’ve been stuck on a writing, apologies. Thank you @dwkfan for being so patient with me ♡

Content Warnings: Civilian!Reader, southern dialect, cussing, badly mimicking a British accent, clumsiness, mentions of your mother, POV flips back and forth between you and Simon, it’s written with a fem!reader in mind and the reader wears a long skirt, but there is no gendered language.

Simon likes to stop by the cafe near the base, a quaint spot that serves a nice cup of tea and offers delicious desserts. He’s here during downtime, relaxing in his usual spot. A loveseat in the corner of the shop. Simon wears civilian clothing when he visits, donning a simple, black facial mask. The rain patters softly against the window near his head as he waits for his order. Eyes closed, he relaxes into his seat, breathing in the smells of the shop, the sounds of nature and people melding into a relaxing–

“Here you go, sir! A ‘spot o’ tea’ and a scone!” A loud, southern accent mimicking a British cadence (quite poorly), slices through the peace he had fallen into. Snapping his head back up to see you scampering over, his ordered items in both of your hands. You were laughing after your poor attempt of mimicry, rushing to him with his food and drink. In your haste, you didn’t notice the crease in the rug your shoe catches on.

He’s up out of his seat in an instant, catching you before you hit the ground. Unfortunately for Simon, his order did not survive the ordeal, Earl Grey staining the fibers of the rug. “Oh shit–I mean shoot–I’m so sorry, sir! Did any of that get on you?” You’re quick to separate yourself from him, scrambling to the ground to start cleaning up your mess. He begins to crouch down and you notice, snapping, “I GOT IT!” Simon pulls back, not expecting your sudden, loud outburst. Literally yelling in his face. Oof, If your mama could see you now.

You freeze, face warming. “Oh Lord, I didn’t mean to say it like that, or holler right in your face–” Your words rushing out while scooping up everything you can hold, forgoing the crumbs and liquid until you can reach a broom and mop. All the while Simon is still in a crouched position, hands out, frozen in a mixture of surprise and hesitance. Usually, your interactions are filled with a certain urgency, on your part. You flitting about like a hummingbird, occasionally dropping a napkin here, a spoon there, but for the most part you were efficient in your tasks. It’s why he likes you serving him, besides the charming quips you throw at him between it all.

But, never before have you dropped items in your rush, though the rug could be to blame for the disruption in your duties. “It’ll be alright, love, just take it easy,” He’s trying to ease the situation, knowing by the look on your face that you’re mortified. Grasping the teacup and saucer in hand, tossing the bigger pieces of the scone into said cup, you jump up and rush back to the kitchen, tossing out, “I’ll fix this in a jiffy for you, I am so sorry, again!” Rising himself, Simon watches your figure disappear through a door.

He sighs, straightening up and eyeing the remaining mess on the floor. He smooths out the crease in the rug before moving towards the broom and dustpan. The items peeked out from the side of a shelf, having spotted it while doing his quick scan over the cafe when he first entered. Grabbing and bringing them back, he does his best at sweeping the bits into the pan, wincing when the cream from the scone smears into the fabric.

“Simon! You don’t have to do that, please have a seat!” Mindful of your steps, you hurry to him, voice loud. You place the fresh and intact order down before snatching the broom and dustpan from him. His hands are frozen in the air, eyes wide as he stares down at you, jaw slack behind the mask. He didn’t think you had it in you to be so forward with him, knowing his stature and size easily scares off people bigger than yourself. You have never seemed fazed by him in the slightest, and it’s even more apparent now.

“I’ve got this, you just sit down now and enjoy your order,” You instruct him, getting to work. Thankfully no one else was in the store at this moment, since he usually shows during a slow time for you. ‘Thank God,’ You think, taking the dustpan and dumping the contents into the trash, before walking back through the door to grab the mop. Returning, you find Simon still standing there, his hands now at his sides.

Narrowing your eyes, you put a hand on your hip, cocking it out. “You ain’t doing anything else for me, now sit.” You demand, keeping your distance until he listens. He blinks, still dumbfounded at your brazen behavior, before returning to his seat. Satisfied, you move closer to clean the spot on the wooden floorboards. Once that’s done, you grab a towel and spray bottle and crouch down to clean off the cream and what tea got on the rug. Glancing at him, you meet his brown eyes, noticing he has yet to touch his order. “Everything alright? Gonna get cold if you just let it sit there,” You say, scrubbing at the fibers.

“You’re not…Intimidated by me?” You stop, looking at him with confusion. “No? Should I be?” You inquire, going back to your task. “No, love. I guess not,” He shrugs, leaning over to pick up the cup and saucer. “My mama always told me to treat others with kindness, ‘do to others as you would have them do to you,’ y’know? Just because you’re big don’t mean you’re frightening.” He chuckles at that, nodding along to you before speaking, “Southern hospitality, innit?” He asks, pulling his mask up to sip at his tea. You smile, “Yeah, I reckon it is.”

You’ve cleaned the spots the best you can, standing back up and taking the soiled towel to the dirty laundry hamper. Reemerging from the back of the shop, you make your way back to Simon. “Now all that cattywampus is outta the way, how are you today?” Your chipper demeanor back in place, you begin to converse like normally, sliding back into your normal routine. You know he works nearby at the base, stopping by on days he has nothing more to do.

That’s his excuse, at least. The honest truth? Simon likes your presence, the atmosphere is significantly better in the cafe when you’re on the job. You’re quite charming, someone who can naturally chat with anyone, including the brooding Ghost. You’re carrying on about an interaction you had with a coworker when the door chimes, a customer walking in. You excuse yourself and take their order, Simon keeping an eye on your figure moving about.

He adjusts his body on the sofa, leaning back into the cushions, crossing his arms and one leg over the other. You always move with a quickness, never sitting still. In your hastiness, it’s caused you to be clumsy at times. Simon finds it endearing, as well as your accent and looks, who wouldn’t be smitten with you?

Once catering to the other customer, you make your way back, long skirt shuffling against your quick steps, smiling at Simon. He feels a stirring in his stomach at your beaming face, he shifts his body against the couch once more, reaching down and picking his tea up, having something to occupy his hands.

You cock your head to the side, as if pondering something. “Mr. Riley, is there a reason you always come and see me?” He stops, meeting your eyes with his widened ones. He wasn’t expecting the Mr. Riley, nor for you to be so straightforward. He clears his throat and sets his cup and saucer back down before answering.

“S’just have the best customer service. What did you say earlier, that southern hospitality, innit?” He replies, tilting his head at you. You laugh, a soft one, like wind chimes tinkling in a gentle breeze. You nod, propping your hand on your hip, grinning down at him.

“Would you say we’re friends?” Your next question also throws him for a loop, his pale eyebrows furrowing. “Would you want someone like me to be your friend?” He asks, tapping his finger against his thigh, a bit unsure if he wants to hear your reply.

“Well, yeah!” You exclaim, voice becoming louder. The other customer inside turned their head towards you. You reeled it in with a small oops before continuing, “I don’t see why not, you’ve been pretty darn nice to me every time you come in, and you can hold a conversation pretty well,” you state matter-of-factly.

That sends a relief through his system, along with something else that he chooses to ignore. “Why do you ask, love?” He holds eye contact with you, gaze unwavering. Now you seem a bit flustered, fidgeting in place, wringing your hands.

“I wanted to ask if you, I don’t know, wanted to hang out outside of work? I know you’re probably pretty busy so it’s okay if not, but it was worth asking, Y’know? I haven't had many friends since moving here, and I enjoy your company, Simon.” Your honesty was refreshing and was still so new to him, since Simon wasn’t the most approachable person.

“Sure. Don’t see why not, eh? What did you have in mind?” His tea has now grown cold, but he doesn’t mind, especially since it’s for good reason. You plan out your time together outside of the cafe, figuring out when you two would have overlapping days off work.

You pick up his plates, turning to take them back to the kitchen. “Oh, Simon?” You ask, looking over your shoulder. He stands, cocking his head. “Thanks, for being my friend,” you smile dazzlingly, so bright, like he’s staring into the sun. He nods and you walk away, disappearing into the kitchen.

He tucks his hands into his hoodie’s pocket before making his leave. The brisk air of autumn would usually put a slight chill in his bones, but today, there’s an unexpected warmth coursing through his being as he makes his way back to the base.

Tags: @caramlizedtomatoes, @roseglazedlens

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#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost fluff #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost cod #call of duty

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kyufessions · 3 months

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down the drain

synopsis: it’s been one year since you discovered them

pairings: ex-boyfriend! hyunjae x g.n. reader

genre: angst

requested: ✔️

word count: 1.3k

warnings: mentions of cheating, hyunjae is an asshole in this

a/n: oof this hurt but i hope y’all enjoy !

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois @haechansbbg

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

one year. it’s been exactly one year today since you broke up with your ex. after six years together, he decided to throw everything down the drain that left you no choice but to break things off. to say you still weren’t hurting would be a lie, because every so often you do sob about it in your bed above a small pint of ice cream or a bag of sour cream and onion chips. but to go back to him would do more harm than good; if anything, you had wished things would go back to the way things were before he ruined everything.

although still early into the night, the sky was pitch black and the only source of light that came through was through the night lamps illuminating the streets outside your apartment complex and the light of the television screen in front of you that played Mean Girls. your friends knew of the significance that today held so you had been out all day with them- you had breakfast together, did some retail therapy, even had lunch and dinner. even though it helped a bit, there was still a part of you that ached. why you? why did this all have to happen to you?

your phone buzzed on your nightstand consistently, signaling it was a phone call. assuming it’s one of your friends, you kept your eye on your favorite scene in the movie and answered the phone call without checking who was actually disturbing your mini movie marathon.

“hello?” you asked, eyes still glued to the screen as you held your phone in one hand and the other held your favorite stuffed animal close to your stomach for comfort.

there were a few moments of silence before the other voice decided to speak up. “y/n?”

you automatically recognized the voice as your ex’s, your eyes widening and freezing in place. you take a few moments to calm yourself down before deciding to respond. “whyre you calling me hyunjae?”

his voice is soft as he responds to you, soft and careful. “i missed your voice-“

“don’t do this again. it’s been a year.”

silence for a few moments. several sniffles can be heard from the other end, making you roll your eyes. you feel your throat closing up but you fight back the tears, masking it with frustration.

“quit crying, you’re the one who hurt me. if anything, i should be the one crying.” which is true, and you have a bit. not as often as you used to, but still a little bit more than you’d like to admit.

hyunjae takes another sniffle and coughs on the other end, clearing his throat before responding to you. “it’s been a year since you broke up what we had-“

“because you cheated on me. at our engagement party nonetheless. and i had to find out through her. not you yourself, but the woman you cheated on me with.”

nothing but the distant sound of sobbing on the other end came from him, making you pull your phone a little ways from your ear since it was getting louder. you just allowed him to get it all out of his system for a few minutes as you continued watching Mean Girls, eventually speaking up.

“i’m gonna hang up now since all you keep doing is crying-“

“no, dont!” his voice cracks as he attempts to shout, but only sounding barely above a whisper. “i regret everything so much, y/n. everything we were, those were the best six years of my life. i’m sorry, how many times do i have to say it?”

you don’t even respond. you’re the type of person who hates repeating themselves, and you’ve already said all these things more than once to get it through hyunjae’s thick skull. so instead of exhausting yourself, you decide to just allow him to repeat himself instead.

upon not hearing a response from you, he just continues on. “i fucked up. but it was only one time! ever since then i haven’t even spoken to or thought about her. i’m sorry, and if i could take it all back i would in a heartbeat. let’s go back to the way things were baby, please-“

“don’t call me that.” you spat, taking in a deep breath before replying to him again. “you lost that privilege the second you even thought about cheating on me with her. now, i'm sick of all these lies so-“

“they’re not lies!” he cries out, sniffles in between his words.

“you don’t cheat on people you love, dumbass!” you screamed, a single tear rolling down your cheek. you quickly contain yourself again and respond as calmly as you can to the inconsolable man-child. “seriously, let me go. i’m sick of this. goodbye.”

swiftly, you hung up and blocked his number yet again. six years wasted, all because he wanted to get his dick wet by your best friend’s friend. laying back on your mattress, you put your focus back on the movie and your bucket of popcorn in an attempt to focus on something else other than what just happened. but it didn’t work as the memories of that night flooded back to you.

while the party had been happening in the downstairs of hyunjae’s apartment, you made your way upstairs to your shared bedroom to change from one dress to another since you had spilled some white wine on your current one. since the music was loud and booming from wall to wall, you couldn’t hear the noises coming from the other end of the bedroom and was quite surprised to see hyunjae pounding into sumin, your best friend’s friend, from behind. they both just stared up at you, hyunjae in shock and sumin with a devious smirk.

without saying anything, you slammed the door shut and ran downstairs. you grabbed your car keys and didn’t speak a single word to anyone who asked you where you were going, you just got in your car and drove off to nowhere in particular. it wasn’t until you found a random motel6 on the freeway that you finally relaxed for the night, getting a room for two nights and plopping down on the crummy bed as soon as you laid your eyes on it.

once you turned your phone back on, you had over one hundred missed calls from hyunjae alone and several from almost everyone at the party. you didn’t even bother to read the 500+ messages notifications until the next morning when you were woken up by someone knocking on your door. when you opened it, there stood your best friend, juyeon, with apologetic eyes and a worried expression.

“what the hell y/n?” he said with worry laced in his words. “i was worried sick until i remembered i had your location.”

after explaining everything, juyeon stayed with you the entire day and then overnight as well until you had to check out the next morning. to this day, juyeon is still the one you go to for everything and vice versa. your ex might have wasted six years of your life, but he did bring you closer to your best friend in ways you didn’t think were even possible.

when Mean Girls wasn’t working as a distraction, you texted juyeon right away with a long text explaining everything that just occurred thirty minutes ago. you hadn’t even felt the hot tears streaming down your face until some of them fell on your phone screen, making you wipe them away quickly. an hour later, juyeon showed up with snacks and some face masks to do together; something that always cheered you up.

it might be one year since one of the worst days of your life, but at least you had your best friend by your side.

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My Nightmares & You // A ToE Blurb

Summary: Jake is struggling with a reoccurring nightmare after the death of Bob Floyd. Amilia makes it so that Jake shouldn’t ever have to feel alone. Helping to release the stigma he so desperately wanted to shake.

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, eating disorders. Jake Seresin x Original Female Character. Mentions of death. Dark sense of humour surrounding mental health.

Word Count: 4.4k

-> Transport into the Terms of Endearment universe here. Read yesterday’s ToE blurb (Sticks & Tones) Here. & Rhett’s eulogy here.

“Don’t act so tough, Seresin.” Jaidyn scoffed as he pulled Bob up by his collar. “You already made your choice, remember?” Jake's heart sank as it all played out. Within seconds Bobs was lying in a heap on the floor as blood soaked into the cream carpet. The gunshot made Jake flitch in utter fear. Your terrified screams echoed off every wall it came into contact with. Bouncing left to right up and down.

“Remember this Jacob?” Jaiydn asked as he held the gun towards Jake's chest. “This was the part where you killed Robert Floyd.”

“I didn’t—“ Jake croaked out as tears ran down his face, mixing with blood that poured from his own ear wounds.

“Oh but you did Jakey boy, it was you who made it clear he wasn’t worth jack shit.” Jaidyn was ruthless as he stepped closer and closer to where Jake stood frozen, unable to move in his terrified state. “But it doesn’t matter anyway, because you couldn’t save them either.”

In the blink of an eye Jaidyn turned and fired a single bullet your way. Jake watched you fall to the ground in agony as Jaidyn turned and fired at Bradley—then Odette.

“NO—!”

In the middle of the night Amilia woke with a dastardly fright as the man who slept soundly beside her amongst a mess of bedsheets and pillows stirred and shouted into the darkness that encompassed them.

“NO—!”

“Jake?” She mumbled as she sat up and held the covers up to her chest to ward off the chill of the night. “Jake you right?”

“You couldn’t save her Jake—“ Jaidyn snarled as Jake fell to his knees completely heartbroken. His entire life had been torn apart at the seams right before his very eyes. “You couldn’t save them.”

Reaching over to turn on the bedside lamp that made her bedside table its humble abode, Amilia sat up in the dim orange hume to assess the situation going on beside her.

“Jake, baby? Open your eyes darling you’re dreaming—“ Jake laid in a pool of his own night sweats, shaking like he were as cold as ice. “You’re alright.”

“And you wanna know the best part Seresin?” Jaidyn laughed as minimally as he could as he lowered the gun—pressing it against Jake's temple as he closed his eyes. “The best part is that you’re the one who pulled the fucking trigger!!!”

In his nightmare, when Jake opened his eyes Jaidyns gun was in his blood stained hands.

“NO—!!”

“Jake! Wake up!” Amilia tried not to shake the six foot something aviator too aggressively but her heart broke in her chest listening to his whimpers. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks and settled in the stubble present and prominent on his cheeks. “You’re okay, you’re dreaming.”

The second Jake woke from what had been a reoccurring nightmare ever since that fateful day— he held in a breath so desperately full of fright that he just stared up at the ceiling, trying to coax himself away from the metaphorical ledge he was ready to jump off.

“Jake?” Amelia's sweet and gentle voice broke through the fear and soon enough Jake was turning to face the woman he’d fallen asleep next to. “You okay? Looks like you had a bit of a nightmare?” She was full of concern as Jake ran a casual hand through his golden locks and reached up to pull Amilia down into his sweaty but warm embrace. Amilia let out a soft “Oof—“ as she collided with Jakes exposed chest. She could hear the way his heart raced with adrenaline from the nightmare his subconscious had concocted to torture him with in the depths of the night. “It’s okay, I get them too.” Amilia admitted without hesitation as she held Jake in the embrace she knew he needed to ground him.

“I’m good—“ Jake grumbled as he let out that heavy breath that had been crushing his lungs. “I’m fine, I promise.”

“Jake?” Amilia wasn’t buying it, but she didn’t press him to talk about it. Not now—not when sleep was pulling her back. “I can leave the light on, if you want?” Was all Amilia said as she yawned and kissed Jake's sternum.

“I’m good Oz, it was just a dream.” But it wasn’t just a dream, it was a reoccurring fuck of a nightmare Jake couldn’t shake and it was beginning to mess with him. “I’m fine—“ Amilia knew if anything that Jake was trying to convince himself that he was fine. “I’m fine.” Because he kept repeating it like a mantra. “I’m fine.”

“You need a dreamcatcher.” It was the middle of the night, Amilias eyelids grew heavier and heavier with every passing second as she laid her head on Jake's chest. Listening to his heartbeat settle.

Jake thought about the image of you and your little girl, Bradley and Bob all laying bloodied and dead before him as he held the very gun that killed you all in his hand. It terrified him to no end, that nightmare that had him in a vice grip.

His own subconscious was reminding him of his worst and greatest fear. Losing his family:

“I’ve already got one.” Jake tried to hide the way his voice shook as he held Amilia just a little tighter. Afraid if he let her go she’d be ripped away from him too. “Got her right here with me.”

***~***~***~***~****~****~***~

Javy Machado loved Chelsea Fitch’s chicken parmigianas with his whole ass heart. Every Wednesday night was Chicken Parmigiana night, with a chopped salad, garlic bread and homemade chips to go with.

Javy would race home from work, shower, change and head on over to Paybacks place with a six pack of beer in hand and a bunch of flowers for Chelsea. He appreciated her so much and the effort she went to to include his single ass in the Fitch Family Wednesday night dinner.

Soon enough it wasn’t just Coyote that was joining in on Parmi night. Amilia had officially moved into the spare room and had begun to make the space her own. You can call it a coincidence if you want but there was nothing coincidental about the way Wednesday night Fitch Family dinner went from an affair of four, to five, to six within the space of three weeks.

Because once Amilia Fisher had made her mark on Jake Seresin, there was not an excuse under the damn sun he wouldn’t use to spend more time with her.

So Chelsea Fitch’s Chicken Parmigiana’s were suddenly Jake Seresin favourite meal—and he suddenly wasn’t a Wednesday night regular at the Hard Deck anymore.

“Hey guys.” Chelsea cooed as she made herself busy in the kitchen. “Dinner’s almost ready, just waiting on the garlic bread.” Coyote leaned in to kiss the four foot nothing woman who stole their friends heart on the cheeks. She knew it was coming, so with a gentle grin and a side hug she accepted the warm gesture.

“As always, a beautiful bouquet for a beautiful lady.” Javy Machado was a flirt, that much was true, but the way he flirted with his friend's wife was as innocent as could be. Payback knew it was full of admiration for the woman who made her house a home with an open door to anyone.

Chelsea smiled ear to ear as she accepted the flowers she already had a vase set aside for. It was her favourite thing in the whole world. Those beautiful flowers she got every Wednesday as a show of appreciation from her husband's best friends.

“Thanks Javy—“ It wasn’t hard for Jake to see the similarities between Amilia and Chelsea, from the way they had the same intoxicating smile to the way they both seemed to twirl fabric between the pads of their fingers when they were thinking silently. Jake would watch Amilia do it with her bar apron—the same way Chelsea would do it with her dress. “Amilias out the back lover boy.” Chelsea chuckled softly as Jake came back into the conversation.

“Who says I’m here for Oz?” Jake tried to puff his chest as he greeted Mrs Fitch, towering over her with no trouble at all. “I’m here for you and your Parmigiana’s Chels, ain’t no ulterior motive.”

“Mmhmm, sure Hangman, I’ll bite.” Chelsea tapped his chest three times as he kissed her cheek, again, nothing but a loving gesture but the second Jake's lips were pressed against Chelsea cheek Payback was rounding the corner with a freshly showered Chase waddling beside him hand in hand.

“Hey, get your hands off my wife man—I don’t know where you’ve been.” Payback teased as Chase came running up to his mother. Tugging on her dress before she reached down to collect her four year old and sat him on the kitchen counter top.

“I know exactly where he’s been.” Chelsea turned to Jake and suddenly his cheeks were as hot as the surface of the sun—maybe he wasn’t as discreet as he thought he’d been leaving Amilias room this morning . Maybe it would have been a better idea if she had come to his. Perhaps that way he would have felt a little less awkward about his not so casual night terror. He’d been a little less than radio silent today—usually Jake would call or text whenever he got the chance. But after last night he had rendered himself speechless.

How exactly do you say sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night, I had a dream I killed everyone that ever meant anything to me.

“Again, she’s outside.”

“I’ll be right back.” Jake pressed his lips together into a fine line and headed in the direction of the backyard. He could see Amilia laying in the afternoon sun that was slowly starting to disappear over the horizon.

Everytime Jake saw Amilia his heart skipped a little beat inside his chest—he’d never felt that before. That little flip. They’d only been an ‘item’ for a few short weeks and yet Jake knew he was falling in love. Something he’d never been in before. It was all uncharted territory for him and it scared the ever living Christ from him. He wasn’t in love yet, but he could very much see himself hurtling uncontrollably in that direction.

“Hey!” Amilia had seen Jake standing in the sliding doorway out to the back patio before he even announced his presence. He’d gotten too caught up staring at her—wondering how to approach the situation he found herself in. “I didn’t know if you were coming over this afternoon or not.” Amilia admitted as she sat up from where she’d been lounging. The book she’d been reading was quickly discarded at her side. “You okay?”

That was the all important question these days wasn’t it. If Jake was okay—to be perfectly honest Jake hadn’t felt okay in weeks. Not since Bob. Not since he got Bob killed.

“Couldn’t get much worse I don’t think.” Jake shrugged as he stepped out to the back patio and shut the sliding glass door behind him. “So yeah—I think I’m okay.”

“I don’t think you should be in the business of tempting life, Jake—“ Amilia patted the space beside her on the lounge chair as an open invitation for Jake to come and sit beside her. He did without question or hesitation. “I’ll tell you something about tempting life—“

“Oh pray do tell Oz.” Jake smirked as he nudged at the woman who had come into his life in a whirlwind. “Pray do tell—“ Amilia smiled up at Jake as he sat beside her, pressed as close as he could be as they watched the sun disappear into the late afternoon sky.

“The first time I tried to kick my own bucket—“ Oh fuck this was not what Jake thought it was. “I decided to hang myself up in my closet like a new sweater—“ Amilia took a moment to pause before she continued, watching as Jake listened intently to what she was saying. She could tell he didn’t know how to react. “And the rack broke.” Jake didn’t mean to laugh, but the way Amilia said it had him letting out a little chuckle that he caught with a hand over his mouth and wide eyes to match, fear evident from the lack of empathy he failed to show. But that fear quickly softened as Amilia laughed too, she mimicked Jake's initial reaction almost instantly. “So then I had depression and an eating disorder.”

“Oh my god—“ Jake didn’t know how to react. “Oz—“ He and Amilia had spent many a night together talking about everything that made them uniquely themselves. “That’s so messed up.” The one thing they had in common that shocked the both of them was how they’re struggles with depression were so similar.

But the one thing Amilia had that Jake Seresin didn’t—was a dark sense of humour that helped her crawl her way back from the depth of her own personal hell.

“It’s okay you can laugh—“ Amilia nudged at the man who had stolen her heart from the moment she met him on the steps of the Miramar police station. “I laugh about it all the time, but the lesson still remains the same, don’t tempt life—it’ll just backhand you back—you think it can’t get any worse and then damn, you're still alive and afraid of carbs.”

“You’re just a plethora of knowledge aren’t you?” Jake shook his head as he reached around to pull Amilia into his side, his hand fell to her hip casually as she leaned her head on his shoulder. “But noted—don’t tempt life.”

“I’m gonna ask you again Jake.” Amilia already knew the answer, after the incident last night she knew that answer as clear as day. But she wanted Jake to tell her the truth. “Are you doing okay? Because I just keep noticing little things here and there that I'm a little concerned about.”

Jake paused as he let out a deep breath, the question his girlfriend asked lingered in the air like a bad taste would linger in your mouth. But ultimately—he told her the truth.

“No.” Jake shook his head as his shoulders slumped. “Yeah no I’m not doing too good.” Again there was a silence that lingered in the air.

“You wanna talk about it?” They were genuine and sincere questions. “I reckon Chels wouldn’t mind if we took those parmis to go?” It was a tempting offer that made the corner of Jake's lips pin into his cheeks. The idea of it just being him and Amilia, Amilia and him? Was far too enticing to refuse.

“Yeah, yeah I’d really like that.”

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“What do you mean you’re taking yours and Jakes to go?” Chelsea huffed as she dished up dinner like a pro. “Ams?” The only thing Chelsea got as a response was a look. A single look that Chelsea knew all too well, someone was spiralling— but the deep pit in Chelsea’s stomach told her that out of the two souls who stood side by side like love drunk teenagers asking to stay out a little later on a school night. She knew it wasn’t Amilia spiralling this time.

Not after the gut wrench shouting she heard Jake Seresin doing in the middle of the night last night. It had been loud enough to wake both Chelsea and Payback.

“You should go see if he’s okay Re—“ Chelsea whispered to her husband worryingly. All Reuben did was shake his head and pull his wife close.

“If I know one thing about Hangman it’s that he’ll only talk to who he’s ready to talk to.” Reuben explained as he kissed his wife’s temple. “Something tells me that’s not me.”

“Okay—“ Chelsea huffed. “Fine, but please don’t come barging in at all hours of the night.” It was more of a whine than a gruff. “I got a kid who’s got ears like a Hawk.”

“Yes ma’am.” Jake smiled as he watched Amilia shovel off the neatly organised food that Chelsea had made into two Tupperware containers she’d fished from the cupboard frantically. “We won’t, scouts honour.” The way Jake held his hand over his heart and swore to Chelsea Fitch they would sneak back in at all hours of the night made Amilia chuckle as she worked to collect their food.

“I'm gonna pinch a fizzy drink too–” Amilia added as she opened the fridge, Jake frowned for a split second when Chelsea instinctively took it from Amilias grapes and scratched at the label–peeling the sunkist logo right from the clear plastic bottle. Leaving it naked. “We’ll share?” Amilia asked as she looked at Jake, he simply nodded–still trying to figure out the label situation in his mind.

“Thanks again for dinner.” Jake made sure his appreciation for Chelsea was known one final time. “Really.”

“My pleasure, now go on before it gets dark and the sand flies come out.” The mere mention of those pesky things had Amilia darting to the medicine cabinet for an antihistamine or two. She was mildly allergic. “Drive safe, for the love of god—and by drive safe I mean Jake drives—!”

“I’m not feeling suicidal Chels.” Jake teased as Amilia deadpanned him. The joke was getting old already but it was justified. Amilia wasn’t the best driver around, especially when all the road rules were flipped on their axis. “Sorry—“ Jake cooed. “But I’m driving honey.”

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It wasn’t all that cold down by the beach, but there was an awfully present breeze that would pick up from time to time that made Amilia shiver. Jake—with his warm blooded furness like self, offered out his jumper to the woman who couldn’t have been more supportive of him even if she tried.

Jake would later grab the spare jacket he kept in the cab of his truck. He was feeling the brisk breeze too—but he knew Amilia liked that particular jumper and it smelt like him too.

“How long have you been having nightmares for?” Amilia asked softly as the waves carved on the shore, Jake didn't answer right away, he simply stared out over the horizon, just above Amilias head. He could smell the familiar notes in her shampoo–Strawberries and vanilla and just knew he was safe in every way there ever was to be safe. Amilia was his person.

“I think the first time I had it was a week after–” Amilia had never heard her jake sound so vulnerable before, but he was being honest, open, and oh so raw. It was a side to him he didn't let anyone see. The vulnerable side. The side his dad would have called weak. The side his mother would have told him to build a brick wall around. The side he never wanted you to see because how would you ever come to him with your problems if you thought he was struggling with his own. “It's the same damn dream, every time.”

“You never did tell me what happened.” Amilia knew what she had been told and was able to glue the broken pieces together to create a broken mosaic image of that fateful night. “And you don't have to if you don’t want to.” She added. “But if you do wanna talk about it, you can trust me.”

Again, Jake didn't answer right away, but the silence was comfortable as the gentle crashing of the soft waves lapped at the shoreline. The push and pull of the moon's force mimicked the caring nature Amilia approached his current predicament with.

“No!” Jaidyn snapped. He was spiralling out of control quickly. “No, I want you to choose Jake! Choose one of them because either easy its your decision that chooses who lives and who fucking does and she ends up hating you anyway.” Not a day went by that Jake didn't hear play in his mind. It was stuck on an endless loop.

“He wanted me to choose–” Jake finally spoke. He wasn't sure how much time had passed the pair of them but he was grateful that Amilia didn't press him. She sat between his legs with her back to his chest drawing unidentifiable objects into his jean clad knee. “Between Odette and Bob.” Amilia didn't know what to say, so all she did was listen to what Jake had to say. “I told him to shoot me.”

“Bold Strategy Seresin.” Amilia couldn't see it, but there was a soft smile that for a millisecond, crept across Jake's face as he leaned in to kiss the top of her head and took a deep breath in of the comforting aroma of strawberries and vanilla. “You dream about that choice?”

“Yeah–yeah and in my nightmares it's all of them, Bob, Fe, Bradshaw, even Dot.” Jake choked out as he tried to hold in the tears his eyes threatened to spill. “I can’t save any of them and every time I close my eyes it's all I see. Bob and his blood all over my hands.”

“Jake–” Amilia saw it as a good a time as any to shift between Jake's legs to face him. She moved so that she sat cross legged between Jakes. Cupping his face to pull him close. “You didn't kill Bob baby–Jaidyn was always going to do what he did.”

“I could have stopped him if I did more.'' Jake shook his head, it broke Amilias heart to see the man she’d started a relationship with break before her very eyes. But his tears were as pretty as he was. “I should have done more–”

“When you pray for rain you gotta deal with the mud too.” Jake chuckled as he sniffled up a sob. He needed his notes app right now.

“What the hell does that one mean?” Amilia smiled at the way Jake tried his hardest to keep himself from falling apart. Sitting this close face to face she noticed just how dark the bags under Jake's eyes really were. How tired he looked.

“It means that I think even if you had done more, someone still would have gotten hurt.” Amilia explained as she wiped away the tears that had fallen freely down Jake's cheeks. “It very well could have been Dot if you hadn't gotten the hell outta there when you did.”

“Rhett still hasn't spoken to me since.” That much was true. Rhett hadn’t really looked in Jake's direction since Bob’s funeral. Jake thought it was because Rhett blamed him, but it was because Rhett didn't know how to say thankyou for doing all that Jake could.

“Yeah well judging by Rhett's eulogy baby he's on his own path of trying to figure all this out.” Amilia smiled softly as she leaned in the press a gentle but all loving kiss against Jake's lips. She could taste the tears. It broke her heart. “Rhett doesn't blame anyone but the person who deserves the blame.”

“You reckon?” All Jake wanted was another kiss, his wish was granted as Amilia nodded and pressed her lips against his once again.

“I don't tell fibs Seresin, you’re just gonna have to trust me.”

“Do you trust me?’ Jake asked softly as he drank in Amilia's features. She was everything Jake thought his soulmate would be. If he ever had the chance to find his that was. Looking at Amilia now he thought he may have been the luckiest guy on earth.

“Eh–I did meet you on the steps at the police station so I may need a little more time to decide.” Amilia teases as she bit her bottom lip, Jake wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, leaning in and over to kiss her deeper than she had kissed him. “Yes, yes I trust you.”

“You trust me enough to tell me why your sister pulls the labels off your soda?” it was Amilias turn to not respond right away. She froze for a moment but ultimately decided if Jake could open up about the nightmares plaguing his subconscious, then she could open up about the nightmare she was living.

“It's so I can't count the calories.” Jake knew about Amilias struggles with food, she’d been pretty open about her past. But for some reason Jake thought it was just that–in the past. “It's just something our mum used to do when I was younger–so I couldn't spiral out of recovery and into a replace.”

“My dad used to make me a protein smoothie for breakfast every morning when I was a teenager–” Jake didn't know how to relate to Amilias struggles but he thought sharing his own, it may give her a sense that she could trust him just a little more. He wanted to know everything about her. “It had like two thousand calories in it with fifty grams of protein.” All her weaknesses and her flaws, along with all the beautiful things about her that made her, her.

“I'm sorry to tell you that your body would have only digested about twenty, twenty five of that fifty grams.”

“That explains the shitty digestive issues I had back then–.” Jake chuckled as Amilia looked up at him with her head in his lap as he looked down at her. “He used to do it because he thought I was a scrawny kid, thought he was helping, but it wasn't. If anything it just gave me a bad case of body dysmorphia.”

“Oh I know that bitch all too well.” Amilia scoffed to herself before the conversation died down to nothing. To a point were both Jake and Amilia just at and listened to the waves in a comfortable silence, falling deeper in love with one another than they had ever loved anyone before.

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The next afternoon as Amilia made her way into work, Penny was sending her a smoke from behind the bar. It looked playful enough, so Amila bit.

“I got shit on my face or something Pen?”

“Lover boy left you a present.” Penny explained as she cleaned the top of the bar. “Said he’d be back a little later, but dropped this off before he dashed.” With intrigue, Amilias heart began to beat a little faster inside her chest as she looked at the small box of chocolates sitting on the counter. A card with Jake chicken scratch handwriting sat atop the box.

“Thanks for the therapy session last night Sigmund Freud, see you later–much love Hangman.” Read the card. Amilia could feel the heat rising to the apples of her cheeks as she tried to hide her smile. As she turned the box of chocolates over Amilia raised a brown in surprise.

The nutritional information had been scratched away.

Jake had listened as intently to her as she had listened to him.

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lightlycareless · 4 months

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How are Hinata and Ren as aunty and uncle to y/n and Naoya's future kids?

Hello!! ooooohhh I love this ask already.

Ok so, to make this a bit easier, I decided to go with the notion that your first child with him is a daughter (Naomi) :> but if you want a son just let me know! Although I don't think much would change lol (except Ren)

Ren is the chill/spoiling type of uncle. The one that would have “girl’s day out” with your daughter, braid her hair, paint her nails, dress her up and treat her like the absolute princess she is. And because he can bake/cook a bit, the two will make just about any food she wants; dessert is the same (turns out she has your sweet tooth) although she mostly likes going out and try different things. Her favorite activity to do with him is get ice cream and go to the beach while she's sitting on his shoulders.

Whenever she spends the day with Ren, she comes back even better than how you left her (it'll make sense when we get to the Hinata part.) wondering if she'll be able to see uncle Ren and auntie Kanon (his gf) anytime soon.

While Hinata is 100% insane, outgoing, crazy, screaming matches between the two, who can pull the best prank on her dad (Naoya) or Satoru, (and surprisingly) teach her the first semblances of breaking the rules. Her favorite thing to do is, breaking the rules. As in... staying up late, eating sweets before dinner, that kind of stuff. Slumber parties are oof, the best thing ever.

Whenever Naomi spends the day with your sister, she's going to come back a mess, her hair all disheveled, clothes dirty (ok, not like that, but whenever you see her you know something went down), and already asking when will she see auntie Hinata again.

That's when things get competitive between your siblings.

You're more than happy to let Ren take care of her for a few days (Not wanting to disturb his home too much) but with your sister... oof, you gotta really think about it.

Naoya is a resounding no when it comes to Hinata, thinks she's a bad influence (she is to some degree) and would rather... have supervised visits when she's around. Although he's gotta admit, he'd always choose her above his siblings.

And because why not, let's make a list of the people you and Naoya would trust your kids with:

Would trust:

Nanami. no questions asked. Naomi might find him a bit square, (if not boring) but it's the small things that make her fond of him. Like he'll get her an ice cream or something without even asking her and she'll be like "omg how did you know???" or the next time he sees her he has something hello kitty... yeah, Nanami is his favorite person in the whole world now.

Geto. He's like Ren but tenfold. I think she might develop a crush on him too... Naoya does all in his power to kill those feelings before they grow, but no matter how much he tries, he can never succeed. Geto is just that important for your baby, more so when he brings Nanako and Mimiko along, your daughter likes hanging out with them cause they're like the "cooler older sister" type of girls, you know? She's even told them she wants to be like them when she grows up.

Toji: because of Naoya. see the following list for more details.

Would not trust:

Satoru. He's like Hinata in some sense... but worse. Naomi's first bad word undoubtedly comes from him. Let's say that he's come to regret his recklessness.

Shoko. One word: smoking. Even if she quit, Naoya doesn't want anything to do with her. Can't blame him tho, have you seen the other reference he has for bad habits (Naobito)? Yeah. And you somewhat agree with him.

Mai and Maki. Mostly Maki. They still can't believe that something so cute came from Naoya, yet here the are, taking care of Naomi. Honestly they would be on the would trust list if it weren't for the fact that they often try to influence Naomi into making fun of her dad. And they succeeded once... let's say their auntie privileges have been completely revoked since then.

Toji. That man scares you, honestly. And the only reason why you allow him near your daughter is because... well, Naoya is fond of him and wishes to see interactions between the two. Outside of that, nope! However, Naomi grew to be fond of him after Toji gave her sweets when she was grounded by you and Naoya. The shock in your face when hearing Naomi cheerfully greet him when walking around the estate was priceless. (extra: if her first curse word didn't come from Satoru, it comes from Toji. Only that Naoya would be a bit more... lenient with his anger)

And there you have it :> the whole package regarding your and Naoya's daughter, and the interactions they'll have with some. Luckily, I already have a pending ask regarding Naoya's siblings so I'll take that chance to explore the whole family, as well as the rest of the Zen'in clan :)

Thank you so much for sending in this ask! It was really fun to answer🤭 take care and hope to see you soon!!

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kel-lance · 9 days

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Eyeless Gojo AU Part 1:

Prequel: (read here)

———Warnings: mention of death, blood, killing, morally grey, slight mind control, Gojo just reacting to his cptsd in this universe, slight grooming (adults ideals on Gojo and their children), mindbreak, yandere(?)———————-

((Ending of year 3: (the woman Geto brought in was mamagumi. Toji was a secret weapon to the Zenin clan and was highly respected. The kids are being raised together. Maki and Mai are taught new techniques while sparring against Megumi (they all have their same techniques) so they were actually going to become to super strongest of the clan. Basically Megumi will be next in line of the clan and maki and Mai will be trained as his protectors.

The three of them are 5-6 years old at the time. Megumi who was recently orphaned and had a “cousin” named tsumiki who would look after him and not treat him like a prince. (She would scold him and treat him like a person and he grew to greatly respect her.

He learned to be humble by her, maki and Mai’s, and their friends. Megumi had a lot of friends growing up, Panda, Toge, Kamo, Todo, Momo, Miwa, Muta, all them knew him from his status. More so the head of clans were to meet and the others came by around middle school bc they’d have meetings with each other to have them all meet before they started in JJH.)

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Geto goes to see gojo at his place, you know, the 1000+acre plot of land that was supposed to suffice as Gojo’s own personal quarters. The same one where everyone and their mothers turned him away until they hear he’s Geto Suguru, to where they basically pull him in to ask him to get Gojo out of his room.

Geto is walked in, no knock or introduction. Gojos room, it was thick. The air was strong, you could feel it walking in. Geto goes to open the windows while keeping his demeanor. ”I’ve been picking up your slack everyday Gojo.“ Geto paused to let his friend talk over him, but that didn’t come. He looks back at Gojo in his bed, “C’mon seriously you out of all of us, you can’t be acting like this.”

“I thought you understood that I’m not like other people.”

“Well, before I said you’re not that special to be exempted out of stuff. We’re risking our lives as normal people while you can do months worth of our missions in a week, if you wanted.” Geto sighed, leaning on the wall next to the open vent.

Gojo’s aura, he could barely feel like it in the room, it wasn’t what was taking up the space before anyway. His voice was hard to even find. “….. What makes me so special then?”

Geto didn’t know what to say. This was real one of his worst bits. “You’re special because you’re Gojo Satoru. You are literally the strongest-”

“WHAT IS IT ALL FOR!?” Gojo snaps.

Oof, his jab of Gojo alone being the strongest always annoyed him. Gojo would say that they were the strongest, but Geto kept refusing. Gojo wouldn’t stop until they were equal, til they could bring him down to Geto, or what Geto hated was that they put him as far up as Gojo. It just kept showing him how different they were treated, but in this moment he shouldn’t have said it. “Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“I know.” Voice breaking, Gojo continued. “I already knew that you would do this, but somehow it still hurts more than the anticipation. I,” He sighed, using it to catch his breath, “I really wanted you to know me.”

Geto was speechless. His best friend, the one person who Gojo was so intrigued by, he trusted Geto enough to let him know what kind of life he lived. How do his words still go unnoticed? He’s still unheard, seen as a brat for being tended to. How could he live as an adult? That’s right, they’re rendering Gojo powerless still. Even while he’s an adult now.

“I’m sorry. We can go get ice cream-“

“Get out.” Suguru could only blink. He didn’t hear that right-

“GET OUT!”

Gojo had never raised his voice like this before. His tone was so stern Geto thought someone else may have been in the room with him. Speechless, he just turned and left.

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“You seriously didn’t say anything?” Nanami wasn’t recovering well from Haibaras death. That was just insane, how time moves so much faster when your brain is panicking. Maybe if nanami could’ve moved his legs a bit faster maybe haibara could’ve just lost up to his knees, but no, his organs ended up missing too. There was no way anyone could help them.

The blond was grouchier than ever. He was angry. There wasn’t a curse in the world that could escape his wrath. He supposed he could sulk and stay upset, risking his life even more as it’d unbalance his fighting style. He had to stay focused but couldn’t do that without motivation.

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Haibara was the only person really getting him to help others. Of course he wanted to help people, it wasn’t right that most of the population are victims to themselves, and they don’t even know it. They can’t help it, someone once said to him, and it stuck with him since.

“Why is it our job to help them if they don’t even know the danger they’re in?” Nanami said aloud.

“What a stupid thing to say.” Haibara comes around, folding up his magazine and smacking nanami on the head. “You should help others because you want to, there shouldn’t be any other reason for it. You’d be bargaining forever at that point.”

“Yeah sure, I get that it’d be more mental gymnastics around it all, but seriously what’s the real reason?”

“If you keep asking yourself questions, that time could’ve been used to save another life. Don’t you feel better after knowing they’re safe? That you did something for other people like us?”

“They’re not like us.” Nanami grumbled. His 16 year old mind just didn’t get why it was up to him to save most of the population, it was a lot of responsibility, let alone how Gojo was born into it. That’s how Nanami keeps himself away from Satoru, and Suguru by association, but Haibara makes it apparent to always greet them.

He kept breaking through Nanami’s boundaries and showed him that it’s easier to do if he wants to do it. And he’s been on that ever since, trying to get his friend to think differently to better himself.

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Nanami heard about what happened to the two, and reached out to Utahime for Suguru’s number, which she also got from Shoko. Telling his upperclassman what happened to their mutual friend, it was a big step for him to open up. They sat side by side, nanami leaning all the way back, as much as gravity would allow, listening.

“He yelled at me.” Geto said.

“That’s not like him at all, he’d never do that. Did you really recover fully? Maybe we’re all going crazy.”

“No,” Geto stopped him. “He actually yelled at me. Like I felt like a little kid and he was the upset father for once.” Nanami could tell that upset him, it wasn’t about power and control but that was never their dynamic. Gojo was always the kid, he was always the one with energy and not a care in the world, because he was a brat, but also so elevated that he was neglected of course he was going to be ignorant to things, much less latching onto the first person that treated him with actual sincerity and decency.

“I wonder what he’s seeing right now. If he knows how much he hurt me because he just sees everything. I bet he saw this conversation when he woke up again.”

“Do you think he might’ve saw something while they were putting his head back on?” Fixing his glasses, nanami could remember the details when yaga, Suguru, and Shoko came back holding parts of the two

Maybe. But his vision keeps getting in the way of his life. He knows that, we all know it, but what can we do about it? He’s the strongest. After all the training they’ve done together, Gojo having deja vu and being able to be familiar with Geto’s moves really always pissed him off.

Gojo tried closing his eyes but it seemed better for him, the light was less intense and he just had to trust his senses. Gojo was told so many times, taunted by Geto, always saying that was why Gojo could never deliver him a fair fight.

Bzzzbzbbzz. Looking down on his phone, Geto was surprised to see Shoko’s contact with an image attached, showing Gojo resting in a bed. “Come over.”

“Nanami, I gotta go.” With no time to explain, Geto’s out the door. Nanami sighs and decides to buy some flowers.

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Gojo wakes up to Geto coming over to the infirmary. His head is bandaged heavily and Geto wasn’t told why or what happened, he just thinks that it was a mission that he failed bc of how bad his headspace was.

Gojo is honestly quiet. He listens to Geto tell him how he can just go out and do anything with his head like that, making it vague. Gojo thinks that even after doing what he did, that Geto and everyone would still not feel anything for him, he needed pity. He needed shame to feel human. He needed to feel something.

Gojo just sits and listens to Geto. He missed his friend so much. He sits in his bed, looking out the window at the world outside.

Geto is running his mouth, saying things in a tone that only his best friend would understand, trying to say in the best way possible how he cares. He’s just so worried how Gojo could be so stupid without him. Not even a laugh. He was boiling water for some tea, just preparing whatever he found around the infirmary to make it less tense.

When Geto brings gojo his tea, gojos already asleep. He sets the cups on the nightstand, he sits and looks over at his friend, thinking that it suited him. Being quiet like this was something he could only wish upon to happen, but it was killing them both.

Geto realizes that Gojo was calling for him to come so he could sleep. He looked over his body and his fingers had skin picked off, his body looked like he lost some weight, and the bandages covering his head and face was bothering him. He wanted to see that his friend was really there, that he was okay.

Geto got up to go to the bathroom and when he came back, he found Gojo back up, drinking his cold tea in the dark.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 2 years

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If we could have another part of the Eddie fic where they finally talk and we get resolution my little heart loves angst but oof it’s hurting

Only if you want to of course!

Part 1 | Part 2

You and Malcolm were the only people working at the diner tonight. It was late, most people were asleep by now. Despite you being tired throughout these shifts, you were thankful you could get some reading and drawing done.

You had your headphones on, listening to a Madonna cassette table when someone sat at the counter right in front of you. You looked up to see Eddie staring at you expectantly. You peeled off your headphones and gave him a neutral expression, “What can I get for you?”

“Double bacon cheeseburger and a Neapolitan milkshake.”

“Sure,” you write down the order and place it at the window for Malcolm to get started on it.

You collected your things and placed them to the side. Eddie spoke up again, “Can we talk?”

You sighed and looked at him with your arms crossed over your chest, “About?”

“Gee, I don’t know, maybe the fact that you’ve avoided for about two months?”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Bullshit, faerie. I’ve asked around and people have said you’ve been holed up at your place for the most part. If you’re not here working, you’re at home.”

“So?”

“So, you could’ve been out with me! Going to my gigs, shadowing my campaigns-“

“That’s not my job anymore, Eddie. You have a girlfriend now who can do all that.”

“Had.”

“Huh?”

“I had a girlfriend. Not anymore.”

“Oh. Sorry, I guess.”

He shrugged, “It’s whatever.”

“Thought she was the love of your life?”

“Was wrong,” he murmured.

You cleared your throat and stood up straight, “I’ll get started on your shake.”

As you scooped the ice cream and produced the shake, you thought about how Eddie would come here often to bother you as you worked. You’d help him with his campaigns or song lyrics. You shook your head, mentally scolding yourself for thinking about those good times.

You went back to Eddie, who pulled out his campaign notebook, “Here’s your shake.” You couldn’t help but let curiosity get the best of you and asked about his campaign. Eddie immediately lit up and began rambling about what’s happened recently in the campaign.

You listened intently, occasionally interrupting to ask questions or provide suggestions. Eddie’s burger eventually arrived and you were going to let him eat in peace, but he insisted you stayed beside him. In between bites, Eddie would continue to talk to you and it felt like how it was before.

After Eddie finished his meal, there was a lull of silence between you two. Eddie looked up at you, sincerity in his eyes, “I really missed you, Faerie. I-I really don’t know what I did to make you feel like you needed to distance away from me, but I’m sorry. Whatever it is, I’m sorry and I really miss you. Can-Can we please just get back to how things were before?”

You let out a deep breath, “I don’t think we can, Eddie.”

“Why? I mean, we basically were acting like how things were before. Why-“

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Eddie gulped, “What?”

“That night of your gig, when you were dedicating your last song to the ‘love of your life’, I thought it was for me. I thought you were confessing your love for me and then turns out you weren’t and it crushed me. I just-I can’t do this with you if I’m still in love with you. I need to move on from you before we can be friends again.”

Eddie stood up from his seat, “What if I don’t want you to move on from me?”

“What do you mean?”

“What if-What if I want you to be in love with me because…because I’m in love with you too?”

You shook your head, “Eddie, you were just dating Julie-“

“And that was a mistake. She was a mistake. I thought she was the person I’ve always dreamed about, the person who truly understood me, but she wasn’t. You are. You know me inside and out. And you even loved me despite all my fuck ups. Faerie, I’m in love with you.”

You shook your head again, “It’s not that simple, Eddie. You can’t just confess your love to me and expect me to fall right into your arms.”

“What do I need to do? Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

You sighed, “Give me time and space. I realized I didn’t know who I was without you and I need to figure out how to be my own person without you.”

“Sure. Yeah. Time and space. Anything else?”

“Woo me.”

“Woo you?” He looked at you confused.

You nodded, “Yup. I want to be swept off my feet. If you really love me like you say you do, Eddie Munson, then you gotta put the effort in to make it all work out.”

“Okay. Yeah. I’ll try my best.”

“Do or do not, there is no try,” you quoted Yoda before gathering Eddie’s empty plate and cup and putting it in the kitchen.

Eddie chuckled to himself and mumbled to himself, “God, I love her.”

#eddie munson x reader

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blackhakumen · 11 months

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Mini Fanfic #1098: Fathersome Morning (Sonic)

9:34 p.m. at Vector and Vanilla's Bedroom.........

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly at the Old Photos from Vector's Old Family Album) Awwwww~ Honey!~ You look so precious as a baby!~ Didn't know you were a skilled drummer too!~ (Giggles Some More)

Vector: (Chuckles Lightly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeah, I was a pretty loud and obnoxious little tyke growing up.

Vector turns a page of the album to show more pictures of himself in his younger years, most of which involves annoying his late father.

Vector: Always finding ways to make my old man blow a casket.

Vanilla: (Notices a Picture of her Husband in his Teenage Years) Even when you were a teenager? You look so shy and handsome. (Turns to Vector With a Small Pout on her Face) I don't get why you weren't a catch with the ladies back then

Vector: (Shrugs Sheepishly) Being a nerd in a popularity focused high school could do that to ya. And sure, I might've been shy and awkward at the time, but it didn't stop me from getting on my dad's nerves, especially on his bad days.

Vanilla: He sounds pretty strict.

Vector: Yeah, but he still did everything he could raised me to be the best I can be for myself till the bitter end.

Vanilla: 'Till the bitter end?'....

Vector: (Starts Frowning at the Painful Memory) He.....died from a stroke after my graduation night....

Vanilla: (Let's Out a Soft Gasp Before Giving her Husband a Loving Hug) Oh my poor baby, I'm so sorry for your loss....

Vector: (Hugs his Wife Back) Thanks, 'hon. It's sucks not having him around, but I'm he was able to live his life beforehand. (Chuckles Lightly) He would've been hooting and hollering in joy to see me with a beautiful wife and family.

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) That would've been a thrill to be. (Places her Hands on Both of her Cheeks While Bashfully Twisting Herself From Side-to-Side) Meanwhile, I'd get nervous just by looking at him.

Vector: With your loving and nurturing personality, there's no way my man would think lowly of you.

Vanilla: (Smiles Softly as She Snuggles onto Vector's Embrace) You're too kind, dear~ My father would've love you and your personality as well if he were still here right now.....

Vector: (Frowns a Bit) He passed away too, didn't he?

Vanilla: ('Sigh') When i was a lot younger..... He was sickly man from what mother told me at time. But like yours, he too lived the best life that he could for himself.

Vector: That's good to hear. (Looks Up at the Ceiling) I hope they're do alright up there.

Vanilla: I'm sure they are, dear, but I'm also certain that they wouldn't want us to worry about them forever.

Vector: You got that right. (Starts Yawning and Streching his Arms Up.in the Air) In the meantime, I'm gonna continue doing my part as a detective and a father to our little ruffians.

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly) And I'll do my best to help and support every step of way. (Gives Vector a Kiss on the Cheek)

'Knock Knock Knock'

Vanilla: Ooh and speaking of which....(Turns to Hers and Vector's Bedroom Door) It's open!~

'Door Opens'

Cream: (Happily Runs into the Room) Good Morning, mommy and daddy!~

Charmy: (Flies into the Room With Cheese Following Behind) Top of the morning to ya!

Cheese: Chao Chao!!

Vector: (Smiles Brightly) Morning- ('Oof') (Winces in a Bit of Pain Once The Kids Hug Tackled Him) kids....

Vanilla: (Gives the Trio a Motherly Glare) Now, kids, what did I say about hugging your father and I are in the bed?

Cream/Charmy/Cheese: (Let's Go of Vector and Sat Down the Bed) That we should always ask for permission first lest we make him cranky...../Chao Chao Chaochao......

Vector: Oh come on, I'm not cranky. But your mom's right on the money. But since I'm in the greater of all moods today, I'll let it slide for now. (Happily Opens his Arms Wide) Speaking bring it in, kids!

Cream/Charmy/Cheese: Yay!/Chao! (Happily Hugs Vector)

Vanilla giggles softly at this adorable scene before hearing another footsteps walking in the room.

?????: Seems like everyone's awake now.

Vanilla: (Smiles Brightly at Espio Standing by the Doorway) Indeed they are~ Did you have a good night's sleep, Espio)

Espio: (Simply Nodded) I did. (Walks Over to Vanilla's Side of the Bed) I thought about something we could do for Vector on Father's Day coming up.

Vanilla: Really now? Do tell~

Espio watches carefully to see the kids distracting Vector with their love and attention before quickly turning back to Vanilla and wjisper in her ears about the upcoming plan, which managed to intrigue her quite a bit shortly after.

Vanilla: (Happily Clasps her Hands Together) Oh Espio, that sounds like a wonderful idea!~ Vector would love that very much.

Espio: I have no doubt in my mind that we will. I just hope we'd be careful enough not to make too much of a mess in the kitchen when the time comes. And by we, I mostly definitely mean Charmy and Cheese......

Vanilla: I'll make sure they'll be on their best behavior. In the meantime, come over here and give your momma big 'ol morning hug!~ (Pulls Espio into a Tight, Yet Loving Hug)

Espio: (Winces a Bit) As high spirited as ever I see?

Vanilla: Only when I'm with the people I know and love~

Espio: (Sighs While Hugging Vanilla Back With a Small Smile) We love you too, mother. Thank you.

@rechicken-and-waffles

@vectorfan2

@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@ma-lemons

#sonic series #vector the crocodile #vanilla the rabbit #espio the chameleon #cream the rabbit #charmy bee #cheese the chao #reminiscing on the past #hurt/comfort #sweet family moment #fluff #vanilla x vector #father's month

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harleybeaumont · 2 years

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Worthy

Follow Up to TRR one shot - Unworthy

A/N - a few of you requested a follow up from the first part : Unworthy, so here it is!

Warnings - mentions of suicide, toxic relationship, emotional/physical abuse

Word Count - 920

Part 2 - Worthy

Five years later..

Maxwell felt his body collide with hers as he turned the corner, dropping her favorite dessert he had been carrying.

“Maxwell!”

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Maxwell threw his hand over his mouth as a feeling of panic coursed through him. He had screwed up again. He tried to think of the best way to fix this without making it worse. “I’ll clean it up, I swear! Let me just go get a towel!”

Maxwell was cut off by the sound of delighted laughter coming from the woman standing opposite him, covered in whip cream and remnants of an entire blueberry pie smeared across her chest. “Now you’re gonna get it!”

Maxwell’s eyes were wide as he tore off running, laughter bubbling out of him while chunks of pie were lobbed past his head. “Noooo! I surrender!” He ducked, but not quick enough, and a blob of pie landed smack against his cheek.

“Got ya!” She leapt forward and tackled him to the ground.

“Oof!” Maxwell only stopped giggling once she leaned forward and gave him a soft kiss. “Mmm.. blueberry kisses.”

She giggled, using her finger to swipe the pie residue from his cheek and into her own mouth. “Yummy. Too bad we didn’t get to eat the whole thing!”

Maxwell wrinkled his nose, feeling embarrassed. “Ya.. sorry about that.” His hands pulled her body closer against his as he peppered sticky, sugary kisses across her cheek. “But look on the bright side.. At least it had time to cool off before I tripped?”

She laughed loudly and licked the remaining pie from his cheek. “That’s ok. It tastes much better this way.”

Maxwell blew out a breath and his heart quickened, while a smile bloomed across his face. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” She slowly climbed off of him, holding out a hand to help him stand up. “We better change and take a quick shower before we go.”

Maxwell hugged her tightly, resting his head against hers. “Do I have to go to therapy today? I've been feeling really good lately.. I’m not having nightmares anymore.”

She hummed in agreement and hugged him back. “I know, Max. But you know what Dr. Broadwell said. It’s important to keep it up, in case you regress. I..” She swallowed to keep herself from choking up. “I don’t want you to have another episode.. It’s too painful to see you hurting.”

Maxwell pulled back and looked into her eyes. “I know.. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Riley.. You don’t deserve to put up with my stupid bullshit all the ti-”

Riley put a finger to his lips and gave him a sad smile. “Max.”

“Hmm?”

She gave him a kiss between each affirmative, reassuring phrase she uttered to him. “You are worthy. You are enough. You are amazing. I love you because you’re you.”

He swallowed hard. Deep down, it was still hard for him to believe those words, even though she told and showed him every day. Three years had passed since he met the waitress in New York who turned his life upside down. Two years since she confessed her love for him. One year since they had been married. Through it all she had been so caring.. So patient.. So comforting.. So understanding.

He loved Riley from the moment he first met her, and that terrified him. After pushing her away several times, he reluctantly told her about his past relationship that practically ruined him.

For two miserable years he had stayed with Amber, truly believing that she was the only person who would ever love him. The emotional abuse was only the beginning. Soon Maxwell could only wear long sleeve shirts. He learned how to apply concealer. Dark sunglasses were part of his daily attire. It took a year of Amber physically abusing him for Maxwell to finally reach his breaking point.

He had written out an entire letter apologizing to Bertrand and his friends for what he was about to do. Maxwell truly felt there was no point to life. Amber had convinced him that he was worthless. Thankfully Bertrand found him writing the note before he could do anything rash. Maxwell spent six months in the behavioral health unit of St. John’s hospital recovering. Through ups and downs, his brother and friends had been there helping him. Still, he couldn’t quell the guilt he felt and it took a long time to let himself feel as if he was worthy of their love. Honestly, he still struggles with it.

But, today, he looks into his wife's eyes, and can't help but smile. How did he get so lucky? How did the most amazing woman in the world choose him when she could have had anyone else? He always referred to himself as a work in progress, to which his wife responded, ‘then we’ll work together.’

Max leaned forward and gave Riley another kiss and beamed at her. “Ok. Let’s get ready and go.”

Riley smiled back and his heart warmed as she spoke. “I’m proud of you.”

Maxwell took her hand in his and they made their way out of the kitchen together. He chuckled, “And um.. Maybe we can pick up another blueberry pie on the way home.”

Riley laughed heartily and squeezed his hand. “Sounds perfect.”

Maxwell stopped walking and wrapped her in another hug. “Happy Anniversary, Riley.”

“Happy Anniversary, Max.” She pecked his cheek.

Maxwell’s heart filled to the brim with love. He was happier than he had ever been in his life. He was honestly, truly, and sincerely happy.

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Pearlplusau Chapter 9 part 2 & 3- The Big News

The next morning, Greg was at the gates and was on his way to see the giant weird alien lady who lived on the beach. He thought about their day together from the day before. He didn’t think babysitting with her could have been more than looking after the baby. But it turned out to be a lot more work than he anticipated. If his heart attacks from Rose babysitting Sour Cream didn’t get him killed, Vidalia sure would.

"Hey Rose!" Greg called as he met up with the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Her pink curly hair was perfect as always, despite the huge mass. The smile on her face was getting bigger with every step she took. She usually leaped over the distance between them and landed with grace. But today she was skipping with both hands pinching the sides of her dress. Rose looked like she had the best news ever and she was eager to share it with the being across the land.

“Hi Greg!” She greeted back and gave him a big hug.

“Oof-“ Greg was not expecting the bear hug today. “Wow, someone is in a good mood.” He said as she let him go.

“Oh yes,” She grinned. “I’ve been thinking a lot about our day yesterday. And last night, or simply a few hours ago, I finally concluded what I took from that experience.”

“That’s great Rose!”

Rose nodded in agreement.

She looked at him, somehow grinning even wider as if she was waiting for him to ask the question. “So… are you not curious about what I came across from our day together?”

“Oh yeah,” He blushed in embarrassment and cleared his throat. “So, what did you have in mind?”

Rose took a good look at Greg, the adorable but also serious human boyfriend. Somehow, throughout her time on this planet, he was the one who had loved and surprised her more than she could ever anticipate. He was the one who changed her view on relationships. Her views on humans had also changed since then. She was positive about her decision and that this human will be too.

“I want a baby,” Rose announced to her human boyfriend. “And before you say anything, I just want you to know that I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

Greg was, surprised, to say the least. His expressions shifted from shock to confusion to being in process and finally fully grasping the info. “I-I’m sorry, a baby?” He finally spoke. “You just met Sour Cream yesterday, how did that convince you to have a baby? How did that even happen? And how would that even work?”

This was not the reaction Rose was hoping for. She clasped her fingers and rested her lips on her thumbs. “That, is an awful lot of questions.”

Greg blushed a bright color of tomato red. “I’m sorry, this is just, so unexpected. I never thought I would have kids, much less with someone like you.”

Now it was Rose’s turn to be confused. “I didn’t- I thought- Isn't it natural for a human to want offsprings before they end their mortal life? Isn’t that why the humans on this planet is no where close to extinction?”

“I guess it is a human instinct to want kids, but you’re not human! What made you think a kid is a good idea?” Greg went on to the possible issues to deal with having a kid. “We’re gonna have to take care of it, but I can barely even keep a roof over my own head. There’s a roof over at my friend Vidalia’s place, but we can’t live off of her forever. And do you know how expensive kids are? I work at a car wash! Not some money-rolling rockstar!”

Greg was obviously panicking, and Rose was not sure how to handle this.

“I-I didn’t know.” She finally spoke. “There’s actually something else too.”

The panicking human heard the urgency of her tone and sat down on a rock. Please don’t let this be worse than the money problem. Please don’t let this be worse than the money problem. He thought to himself.

“I don’t want just a baby, Greg. I want to be a part of the baby and experience what it is like to be human. I know it is difficult to understand my decision, but I need you to trust me.”

The human calmed down, but he was still worked up from the panic. “Ok, so you want to have a baby and experience human life with them? That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“That’s actually what I wanted to tell you about. I don’t think I can give birth to a human without…giving up my own physical form. It’s complicated.” She scratched the back of her head. “Every gem can create one body form according to the type of gem she is, but they can’t create a new form without a gem. So, if I want to have this baby, I can only do it if I give up my physical form.”

Greg was trying very hard to digest the things she said. But once he understood, he tried very hard not to go into panic mode again. The most he can do was staying completely still, but his trembling eyes screamed out, That’s so much worse than the money problem!

It took a while for Greg to gather enough courage to react. “So, you’ll be gone forever? Rose! I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself for a baby! There are other ways to get a baby without… that! There are probably a lot of adoption agencies outside of Beach City. We can just raise one of those babies!”

It sounded so reasonable and so tempting. She could simply adopt a human baby and enjoy life with them. But the thought of loving something waiting for the inevitable death pained her even more. No, she had to do it.

“But I want this, I really, really do. For once in my life, I want to experience what’s it like to be a human. And the only way to do that is to be part of the baby. The baby and I can’t both exist. I have to become half of the baby or no baby at all.”

She held his shaking hands, feeling his trembling figure. He was scared, and so was she. “The baby is going to be something extraordinary. The baby is going to be a human being. This is the best thing I can ever ask for. I am sure of it.”

She sounded very sure of it. Greg hesitated and asked, “Are you sure this is what you want? A chance of living as a human than your own immortality?”

“Of course, this is a huge change, it's even something that’s truly unprecedented and unheard of. Being able to change and grow, instead of being the same for the entire existence. And I like not knowing what’s really gonna happen. And this, us, the baby, it will be the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Greg was still not convinced. “I don’t know about this Rose. This is such a huge change. You’re talking about ending your own lifeline for a baby. Wouldn’t it be scary to not… exist after such a long time?”

The idea never stuck to Rose. She just assumed she would be a conscience inside the gem. So she might still be around. “Remember what I told you while we were babysitting Sour Cream? The part about being a gem and doing the same purpose forever. It’s true. This is the only chance for me to reinvent myself. Everything should grow and everything should change, and it's so natural to humans. Us gems never got that experience, and this is my one chance to have that! I hate to leave the gems. We went through so much together, but I really think this is the best and only chance I can grow and be part of something more than what I was made for. This is my chance to do something good for once.”

“This is going to change everything.”

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“You are not changing anything.” Greg hadn’t heard that since he left his home.

The home was less of a home and more of a prison. Everything in the house was super old-fashioned and faded, especially the wallpapers. His parents never intended to do any renovations around the place, much less let him do any redecorations. Anyone who’s ever been a guest in this house would always comment on how “lovely” and “cozy” the place was. But they never saw the gruesome truth of their hosts.

He was just about to take down his old horrific graduation photo from high school. The photo showed him in a blue robe and graduation cap while holding a scroll. But he looked completely miserable in the photo. He saved up and cared for his luscious, beautiful mane for his exciting gig the day after graduation. But Mother and Father made him cut it so short he might as well have been bald. Looking at it in the halls since then has been a nightmare. He wanted to take it down and never see it again with the rest of them.

His mother was at the end of the hallway, glaring daggers at him. “I said, you are not changing anything.” The woman wore her usual pink shirt and a long black skirt. Her dark hair was in her usual low bun with hints of grey hair. “Don’t you dare take that down. That photo serves as a reminder of what you should be, a college graduate, nothing less.”

Gregory was stunned, but not too surprised. “Is that why you never let me put any of the photos I like? Like my first gig?” He took out a photo from his pocket. It was a picture of his first gig as a real guitar player. He had long flowy hair that was the envy of every girl in the audience. He had his guitar in hand doing his finishing move which was sliding to his knees and ending it with a strum. He looked so happy in it. “That was a huge deal for me, and you never even considered how happy it made me. How could you when neither of you showed up? Do you even understand how miserable I was after that haircut? I would have looked so good in that photo!”

“I’m sorry Gregory the hair had to go. It was a graduation photo!” His mother approached him like a cat ready to pounce on its prey. “We can’t have you looking like an 80’s hippie, especially when you apply for the job interview. How do you think an employer will react when he sees the unprofessional hair in your graduation photo?”

Gregory sighed, “Mother, I told you hundreds of times that I'm not applying for that boring business job! I wanna sing my songs and tour the world! Not community college and getting on with a boring life like everybody else!”

“You’re too young to know what you want, Gregory.” His mother had her arms crossed. “You won’t survive in this world with those songs you call music. Performance and arts will get you nowhere! You’ll be out of the house and living in your car in a month!”

Gregory clenched his fist in anger, but his mother took no notice.

“You are finishing college and going to that interview. That is final! I will not have my son working on a disgraceful low-wage job like a car wash!”

“You know what, I’m sick of this.” Gregory had been holding back his whole life. But today, he had finally reached his breaking point. “I’m sick of rules, the stupid curfews, this house, and I am getting really sick of you and Father nagging me about the things I like. Would it kill you to ever let me be who I actually want to be? Of course, it would. All you see is how much of a failure and disgrace I am because I’m not who you want me to be! You and Father never ever considered what I wanted and forced me through all those boring business classes. And face it, Mother, if I want to be a disgrace to the Demayo family, I might as well do it right for once.” He turned to the other side of the hall and bolted for his room.

He slammed the door and locked it right away. He knew how his mother hated slammed doors in the house. He took one last sweep of his prison cell before his eyes landed on the only joy in his life, his first guitar.

His irritated mother was at the other side of the door. She turned the doorknob, but it won’t budge. She knocked on the door louder than a morning rooster. “Gregory, open the door this instant!”

Gregory looked into the small mirror on the wall. His hair had barely grown to a third of what it used to be. It looked like Monica’s debut hairdo from Friends, minus the attractive features of a woman and lots of bad acne.

He held up a card from a pale-looking man at the gig. Written in marker were the words “Marty the Manager” along with two phone numbers below. The first number was crossed off. Marty wanted to be his manager and promised a bright future for him as a rock star. Back then, he thought it would be too good to be true, so he never contacted him.

Now, he's the only one that can help him.

Gregory packed his bags as his mother was banging on the door. “Do you hear me, young man? Just wait till your father comes home!”

He took a small box full of cash from all his gigs. He was saving it for an emergency, and it looked like now would be a good time to use it.

He shouldered his pack and strapped on his only guitar. He opened the window and quietly went down as his mother's voice screeched from outside the room.

One foot at a time. He whispered to himself. This wasn’t the first time he climbed down. Fortunately, his parents never found out about the broken ankle incident from last year. Sure it was mild, but that just proved how little attention he got from either of them. He reached to a tree branch and shimmered down its trunk. He landed on the grass with a light thump and ran away from his forever prison.

Just you two wait, he thought as he urgently looked for a telephone pole. This is going to change everything.

The flashback went through his head as Greg stared into Rose's void black irises. He didn’t want to disappoint her and tell her how unready he was to be a father. But he couldn’t let her down any more than he let his parents.

“I think I get it.” He said as he grabbed Rose’s hands. “And if this is what you want, then what kind of a boyfriend I’d be if I don’t grant it to you? Whatever happens after… the baby comes, I promise I’ll be the best parent I can ever be.”

Rose held him up like a life-size doll and showered him with kisses all over his face. “Muah! Muah! Muah! I knew you'd understand! Thank you so much Greg! Despite the possibly fatal end of me, you'd still understand why this is so important to me. I love you so much!”

Greg, who was dazed from all the kisses and half a foot off the ground, smiled at her. “Oh Rose totally, I love you too hehe...”

She gave him one last peck on the lips before setting him down. Greg was spinning from all the affection, but he shooked his head and gained back his conscience. “Soo, we're gonna have a baby?”

“We’re gonna have a baby!”

Greg still wanted to make it romantic. He held her hand to the end of his van, opened it for her like the gentleman he was, and helped her up the van despite how unnecessary it was.

“Come on, let's get the mood on.” The two got into the van and spent their first night together.

(A/N: Hey guys sorry for the delay, I was supposed to have part 2 out by yesterday but I hesitated cuz of the immediate continuation of part 3 from the end of part 2. It just made sense to put them together instead of separating them.

Anyways, I did my best with Greg's past based on the SUF episode that involved his old life. The whole "Mother/Father" thing is what I assumed he would address his parents since they're so old-fashioned and strict. I didn't plan on including Greg's past into the chapter, but I think it worked out after all.

Chapter finale will be out a week after today so come back in a week if you're wanna read it. Thanks for reading and see ya next week!

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