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demonpiratehuntress · 3 months

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I am actually so mad. I was working on this and for some reason it didn't save correctly and ended up posting a blank draft while deleting the stuff I had already written! I'm so sorry it took so long, @tiaramarijadhkxdyi755, but here it is! i hope this is close to what you wanted, because i wasn't sure how to go about it 🙈

taglist - @kabloswrld

patience with the Straw Hats

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader

summary - the ask above

warnings - mean/careless/neglectful Straw Hats, im sorry, i changed Luffy's and Usopp's because I don't imagine them ever screaming at or getting angry with their s/o 💕

ZORO

Zoro has a short fuse, and that's common knowledge. Everyone knows just how grumpy and aggressive he can be after a hard fight or a difficult day training. He's snapped at everyone more than once, but you seem to take the brunt of it since you're the closest to him, and today was no different.

"For fucks sake just leave me alone!" Zoro could be heard yelling at you all throughout the Sunny. "You're too damn clingy and I don't need your help right now!" He stormed off.

You stood there in shock, having just asked him if he was okay, and taken aback by the response you had gotten. It wasn't unusual for him to be angry, but he was really upset today for some reason. You decided to give him space, but you had to admit you weren't really hurt or upset. More so disappointed that he had once again pushed you away.

"Zoro-"

"What?!" He snapped, glaring at you as you came up into the crow's nest with some food. "I'm not hungry, just leave."

"But-" You started, until he did something unexpected.

He smacked the food out of your hands, sending it all over your face. Your eyes widened and you stumbled back a bit, stunned.

"Okay, I'm sorry," you apologised, giving him a soft smile, "I'll have food in the room once you're ready to eat."

You waited a long time until Zoro finally entered your shared room, looking embarrassed and guilty about his outbursts today. He didn't say anything as he crossed the room and sat down beside you, but when he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips you knew he was apologising.

"It's okay," you smiled gently, "I'm not upset. Just disappointed that you won't let me help you."

"I know I know," he admitted. "I'll work on it, I promise."

"What made you so angry anyway?" You squeezed his hand.

He sighed, "You almost got hurt in our last fight because I was distracted. It's been haunting me, and I just don't want it to happen again. I snapped because I wanted to train harder instead of resting or eating, so I can properly protect you."

You smiled at him again, "But you always do, that was not your fault babe."

He was so grateful to have such a patient, understanding and loving girlfriend.

SANJI

Sanji usually never snapped at or yelled at you. He didn't ever want to, and never had any reason to. He was sweet, loving and doting just like you were, but unlike you he did have his days where he went against his promise to never lash out at you or hurt you in any way. Today was one of those days. Usopp had pulled him away from some girls who were fawning over him, and he was irritated.

"Why did you do that?" He glared at the sniper. "I was having fun."

"You also have a girlfriend," Usopp reminded him, gesturing towards you. He was nervous now, because Sanji looked pissed off.

"So?" The cook scowled. "I can appreciate and talk to other women without cheating on her!" He spoke like you weren't right next to him. "Right, (Name)?"

"Right," you smiled, a bit disappointed but not showing it.

Then he was off, returning to those women to apologise and your crew turned to you, looking at you quizzically. Nami set her hand on your arm reassuringly.

"It's okay," you told them with a smile, "It doesn't bother me."

Sanji then returned, but was quick to notice the disappointed look you had on your face. He was about to ask but you shook your head and kissed his cheek, continuing your exploration of the island.

"Okay what's your problem?" He suddenly asked, annoyed, when you looked disappointed at another interaction between him and a pretty woman.

Your eyes widened, "I'm not-"

He rolled his eyes, "I'm not stupid, (Name). You're obviously hiding the fact that you want to control my every move and stop me from ever talking to other women again."

That claim was so preposterous, you frowned, "I wouldn't-"

He quickly realised what he had said and his eyes widened, "No no no, my love I didn't mean that! I don't know why I said, I-I-" He fumbled for an excuse but sighed when he didn't have any. "I'm sorry, my love. Let me make it up to you, with your favourite dinner."

"Deal."

LUFFY

In all honesty, I don't see Luffy getting angry with or yelling at you. I think he's more of the neglectful type, when faced with certain situations like facing Boa Hancock out on the sea. She claimed she didn't know you guys would be there, but you're pretty sure she was stalking his movements. Luffy wouldn't listen though.

"It's okay, (Name)!" He replied cheerily when you voiced your concerns, "Hammock's really nice! And she has yummy food!"

And then he was off, leaving you to shake your head and sigh. You retired to your shared room, hoping that Luffy would eventually realise her intentions and come back.

He never did, and after a few hours you were starting to get lonely. So you ventured out to find him, only to see him giving her a tour of the Sunny.

"Luffy!" You called, but frowned when he seemingly ignored you as Hancock said something to him.

That was pretty much how the day went. You were ignored entirely by your boyfriend, simply because Hancock wouldn't let him pay attention to you. But you were disappointed in him too, for not telling her that you were dating and for not coming to spend time with you on his own.

When the day ended and Hancock retreated to her ship, bidding Luffy goodbye, the captain finally made his way to you. You weren't upset or sad, but Luffy could see on your face that you weren't feeling anything good.

"Are you alright, (Name)?" He questioned, hugging you.

"I'm disappointed, Luffy," you told him, but hugged him back and smiled anyway, happy to have him back.

"Disappointed?" He frowned. "Why?"

You sighed, "You didn't make any effort to come and see me for even a few minutes today. You spent the whole day with her. I'm not upset, because she helped you a lot, but I am disappointed that you ignored me."

He hugged you even tighter, "I'm sorry, (Name), really. We can spend the whole day together tomorrow!"

You smiled and nodded, not having the heart to tell him that's what you guys did everyday when Boa wasn't around.

USOPP

Usopp is another Straw Hat that I don't see getting angry or yelling easily. He's very patient with you, and he's understanding. He also doesn't have any aggravating circumstances, but the one thing he can be that disappoints you sometimes is careless. He can be very careless when it comes to what he says or does, because he usually acts on emotion.

And today, it seemed, he was missing his old crush Kaya. Because while you were shopping for clothes on one store, seeking to replace your torn and burnt ones, he kept yapping on about how Kaya had this and Kaya had that, and that hers were all real and genuine.

"I'm sorry I'm not Kaya, or as rich as her," you politely reminded him, not upset but starting to feel uncomfortable.

"It's okay!" He smiled, ignoring the subtle hint for him to stop talking about her. "I love you anyway!"

"Love you too," you smiled, but in your disappointment it didn't quite reach your eyes like it usually did. Still, you persevered, hoping he would stop by the next shop.

He did not.

"Kaya had something like this," he looked at the dress you were holding up, "But much prettier."

You frowned, again disappointed that he didn't like it. And that he had once again compared it to someone in his past that should be staying in said past.

Usopp noticed your expression, and his smile faltered, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," you smiled, shaking your head, "It's just not my style."

His eyes widened, "Woah, (Name), I didn't mean-"

"It's okay, Usopp," you kissed his cheek, "Let's go, I think we're done."

"No we're not," he took the dress, "This will look so much nicer on you than Kaya."

You opened your mouth to say something, but giggled when he refused to let you and bought it for you, dragging you back to the Sunny so you could show him just how much prettier you were than Kaya.

#one piece #op #zoro x reader #zoro x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x you #usopp x you #usopp x reader #usopp #monkey d luffy #luffy x reader #luffy x you

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mgc02 · 14 days

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Okokokok

What about......Angel Dust is dating Charlie's twin brother, and Y/N gets his short king dad to free Angel's soul from Valentino?

I decided to go for some angst then comfort but I hope I was respectful and appropriate

The Last Straw

Angel Dust x Male Reader

Tw: abuse, toxic relationships, this one talks about the abuse and its affects more than my other fics have so please do not read if that is something triggering for you

You guys had to keep your relationship a secret for various reasons. One being, that the prince of hell and a famous porn star would draw a lot of attention if people knew you were dating. The other being Valentino. Angel's boss who owned his soul and treated him poorly. You knew Angel was afraid of him. Worst of all he was more worried about Valentino hurting you than him.

You knew with the power you held you could obliterate him out of existence but Angel begged you to stay out of it. Despite your worry you decided to respect his boundaries. Especially since you intervening could make things worse for him. You couldn't break deals. It was out of your control. Some days were alright, but some days Angel came home so exhausted he didn't want to even eat. You worried about his well being.

One day he came home tired again. He seemed so quiet. You noticed that he was wearing a fancy scarf he had not left the hotel with earlier. You went to his bedroom with him and once you two were alone you brought it up. At first he tried to play it off but then he got defensive when you asked him to take off the scarf. But when you've been with someone long enough you can see when something is wrong. When he removed the scarf you were upset but not surprised that it was covering up bruises. You felt a pain of sadness initially before a burning rage rose inside you. He begged you not to get involved but you couldn't let this happen anymore. But you didn’t want to freak him out so you tried to calm yourself and sat him down to talk about what you planned to do. Hopefully if you talked this through you could calm him down too.

"No one should ever put their hands on you like that. I'm going to get my dad involved. He knows how to break deals and he is perfectly capable of protecting himself." Angel tried convincing you. "It's fine! It's fine babe. You don't have to get your dad involved. He's probably busy anyway." But you stopped him. "Angel, I love you. And when you love someone you'd do anything for them. And doing anything for them just comes easy. If I was in the same situation I know you would do the same for me." Angel's makeup ran down his cheeks mixed with tears before you opened up your arms offering your comfort. He accepted and fell into your embrace. You two held each other for a while. Despite the heaviness of what just happened there was now some kind peacefulness in the silence and sound of the two of you breathing. Angel pulled you in closer. You could almost fall asleep but you still had something important to do.

You asked Angel if he wanted to come with but he wanted to stay and spend some time with Fat Nuggets. "Just still all emotional ya know?" You smiled and nodded then kissed him before heading out of his room and towards your father's tower. It wouldn't take much convincing. You knew your dad hated guys like Valentino. And he really liked Angel. You just wish you had done something about this sooner. But it wasn't healthy to hang on to guilt like that.... So you took a deep breath.... and opened the door.

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin x reader

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ssa-atlas-alvez · 9 months

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And just because I love Laufey so much

Description: JJ and Cowboy hit a rough patch, the song is promise by Laufey (just in case you can't see it, Tumblr's being annoying for me)

Warnings: sadness :'), smoking

A/N: I'm just gonna leave this here... also thank for this, I've never heard this song before and am now obsessed! characters are a bit different to how I usually right them idk why it's just what happened lmao (also I'm hoping this tags everyone)

Taglist: @xweirdo101x@xdark-acadamiax@ara-a-bird@heidss@chubbyboyinflannel@pendragon-writes@migwayne@bigolgay@technikerin23@supercriminalbean@honestlycasualarcade@caffeine-mess@1s3v3n1@oddmiles@kevyeen@stealing-kneecaps@criminalskies@woodandwaxwings@wizardmon3@aphroditeslovr@ducks118@azeal-peal@13thdoctor-run@introvertpan84

JJ had been acting... Off all day. That was the only way you could think to word it. She just wasn't acting like herself and you had no clue. So, when Hotch sent you all back to the hotel for the rest of the night, once everyone had settled in their rooms, you left yours, gently knocking on her door.

When she opened it, she said nothing, simply moving to the side to let you in and close the door gently behind you. You looked at her, clearly concerned.

"JJ, what's goin' on?"

"I can't do this anymore." She admitted softly, frowning at you. "I'm so sorry."

"Do what?"

"This," She said, motioning between you. "Us."

"As in, our relationship?"

"I'm sorry,"

You looked at her, giving her a small nod. "It's okay, I understand." You answered. She was going through a lot right now. You weren't going to argue it. If this is what she wanted, then it didn't matter what you wanted. It didn't matter that the idea of her not in your life made it hard to breathe. It didn't matter that she was the reason you woke up in the mornings. It didn't matter. Because this wasn't about you. It was about her.

"See you tomorrow," You gave her a somber smile and gently closed her hotel room door on your way out. Leaving you out in the hallway, on your own. You gave a small sigh as you walked back to your own room.

You kept to yourself the next day, not offering up as many suggestions - only when necessary. There was no spitballing with Morgan and Prentiss, no actively asking Reid statistics.

This hurt more than anything. It felt like there was a hole in your chest and nothing would make it go away.

Eventually, Hotch pulled you to one side, you were clearly struggling with something and if the way JJ was acting was any sort of indicator, something had happened between the two of you.

"What's going on?" He asked, you looked at him, giving him your most convincing smile.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"No. You're not." He folded his arms as he spoke.

"It's nothing. I'll stop letting it affect my work sir," You muttered before walking back to the group, opening a file as you did so. No one really said anything after that.

Sixteen days. Sixteen long days. You hadn't spoken to her outside of work for sixteen days and it honestly felt like it was killing you slowly. In fact, you barely talked to her at work. You barely spoke to the team at all.

You found yourself stopping your usual weekend bake, when you felt anxious you couldn't find the motivation to bake - decided to just let it fester in the pit of your stomach. If it gave you an ulcer, it gave you an ulcer.

When JJ met and started dating Will, you started to hurt in a way you didn't even think was possible. Each breath felt like it was tearing your lungs apart. It was the last straw, in a way. You had held out for over two weeks, you had ignored how much you wanted a cigarette, you had made your way through five bags easy of sunflower seeds. But nothing was hitting those cravings.

It wasn't JJ's fault by any means. It was just how things were. You had slipped off the mentally well bandwagon and that had led to smoking again. It wasn't like this was the first time it had happened to you - and as much as you hated it admit it, it probably wasn't the last, either.

But this time was... different, in a way. You no longer cared that it wasn't good for you. You didn't want to stop. And that meant not letting your team find out. So you'd smoke at night, during breaks, when you went alone on coffee runs, whenever you could without the team realising. It did mean, however, that you always carried gum and mints to make sure they didn't find out. You knew they would eventually, you just really, really didn't want it to be any time soon. If the team had noticed a change in your behaviour, they hadn't said anything. At least to your face anyway.

You met Will a month after JJ told the team about him, when he joined JJ to one of Rossi's family dinner. You were on edge as soon as you got there, wanting nothing more than a cigarette. JJ had given the team a small 'heads up' (not looking at you at all as she did).

"I'm thinking of bringing Will to Rossi's tonight," She said, giving the rest of the team a shy smile. They all smile back, stating how excited they were to meet him. You said nothing, she didn't look at you anyway, so it didn't really seem like she was looking for a response from you.

What did feel like a kick in the gut was actually seeing the two of them together a week later. You had told yourself repeatedly that you weren't going to get involved, but when you saw him on his own, you were approaching.

"Hey, er, (Y/N), right?" You nodded.

"I'll keep this short and sweet," You said and you're speaking before you could process you were speaking.

"Listen, you hurt her, disrespect her, do anything that may even hurt her in the slightest - feelin's or otherwise - I will kill you." You said, stepping closer, "I get it, I ain't her man no more, that's fine. But she's deserves better than you, better than both of us. So you need to treat her like it, you hear me?"

Will stares at you for a moment before he gives a small nod. "Good. Now prove to her that you're worth her time. 'Cause as far as I'm concerned, you ain't."

And with that, you left, fishing in your coat pocket for the cigarettes and lighter. You moved through the garden until you made it to his front yard, you were quick and efficient. When you were finished, you let yourself back in, running it under the cold tap before stuffing it into your back pocket. Only to then realise you had forgotten gum.

Holding back a sigh, you poured yourself a drink, which you shot back and placed the empty glass in the sink. You made sure to walk with confidence back to the rest of the group, ignoring how they all glanced at you in concern.

You knew you smelt of smoke but couldn't find it in yourself to care. A small part of your brain found itself asking if they really cared or if their concern was performative. Sure, Hotch had asked you what was wrong, Morgan had joked about missing your cookies, Spencer had sat next to you on the jet - quietly telling you random facts, and Prentiss would give you small smiles. Garcia would hand you one of her small figurines at the start of each case - that you would return at the end of the case and switch out for a new one when the next one began.

But you knew if it came to it, if it was you or JJ that you didn't stand a chance. And you weren't mad about it, you understood. They had known her longer. It just stung.

At some point during the night, Rossi sighed and sat next to you. "You wanna talk about it?"

"'M fine," You muttered, taking a swig of the beer you don't even remember picking up.

"It doesn't look it." He replied, "And you smell of smoke. Cigarette smoke."

You take another sip of your drink before you turn to Rossi, "Listen, I don't care if you tell Hotch or whatever, fine. But don't tell JJ, okay? She doesn't need to feel like shit 'cause I can't get a hold of myself, a'right?"

Rossi nods, "Okay, kiddo," He said, "I'm here if you need to talk though,"

You give him a small nod. You'd rather just fester with your feelings but you didn't want Rossi to feel bad. He sighed once more, patting your leg gently as he stood.

"And you're staying here tonight. You don't normally drink and you look like you're a lightweight."

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coffeeghoulie · 6 months

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threw caution to the wind (got a lousy arm)

so I've been in a lil bit of a funk lately, and my brain went "dewther angst" so here we are. Title and some plot details taken from G.I.N.A.S.F.S. by Fall Out Boy.

Aether/Dew, but some references to polyghouls

Contains suicidal ideation and hurt/comfort, please be careful, and if you don't feel comfortable reading that do not feel obligated to read this. your mental health comes first <3.

3k of me putting Dewther into situations and I'm sorry (kind of)

When he had been summoned, Dew's eyes were blue. Bright, baby blue, a clean water, glacier streams, clear sky kind of blue. They had been his favorite part of this strange new vessel, this fragile, slender human form that had been gifted to him by the humans who summoned him. Aether had sung their praises too, sappy like that, lips pressed close to his ear as he stood behind him.

The worst part of recovering from his elemental transition had been the first time he looked in a mirror. That familiar blue was gone, burnt away to a dark brown that glinted amber when the light hit them right.

For some fucked-up reason, that had been the breaking point. It wasn't that half of his pack and his Papa were dead and gone. Not that complete strangers had been summoned to take their places. Not that the clergy had decided it was cheaper and easier to conduct an experimental ritual on him and change his element than summon a new fire ghoul. Not that he had been torn apart, lit on fire and rewritten. It wasn't that he no longer had access to his water magick, the element he had been born to, summoned in. It wasn't his gills or fins or tail being gone. It was that his eyes were different.

And when he stared at himself in the mirror for the first time since before his Papa had been dragged off stage, it was the last straw on the camel's back. Everything hit all at once, nothing held back their punches. He broke, so completely and in such jagged, tiny pieces, there slumped over the bathroom counter, where Aether and Mountain found him several hours later, cried out and exhausted.

No one's going to find him this time. He's in his own hotel room, the door locked and deadbolted, and leaning heavily on the bathroom vanity, hours after the band had checked in after this last Ritual. Mountain's in Rain's room, Aether thousands of miles away back at the Abbey.

The clergy had made him retire, replaced him with a new, younger ghoul, just as they had done to Sunshine. Aether and Sunny had promised they'd call every day when the band left on tour, just as assurance that nothing had happened to them while the rest of the pack and Papa were away.

Aether hasn't called yet today. Dew stares at his dark eyes in the mirror, the skin under them thin and bruised with lack of sleep. His hair hangs limp and stringy, damp from a rushed shower, and he can't be damned to brush it out or put it up. He feels small in a way he hasn't in years. He knows, Lucifer below he knows how hard it is to keep track of timezones, but it's getting close to the twenty fourth hour of radio silence and it's starting to wear on his nerves.

Dew will never say it out loud, but he's afraid. He glances down at his phone, waiting for the screen to light up with an incoming call. The phone screen is dark, the silence only rattling him more. Dew swallows, unlocking his phone and pressing the call button next to Aether's contact, pressing the phone to his unglamoured ear. It rings, and rings, and rings, and-

"This call has been forwarded to an automatic voice-"

Dew growls, hanging up on the robotic voice and storming out of the bathroom. He has enough sense of mind to fling his phone into the mattress instead of at the ceramic tile of the shower wall. "Fuck!" he snarls, tail lashing behind him as he paces the hotel room. The phone still doesn't ring.

He reaches out through their bond, but it's stretched too thin, like a rubber band pulled taut. Dew tries and tries and tries anyways to reach out for Aether, but all he can glean is that Aether's alive, and really, that doesn't mean too much when he and Sunny are stuck, trapped with a clergy capable of rewriting and destroying ghouls on a whim.

He feels his knees start to tremble, feels his heart tighten the way it did when he found out it was just him and Aether and Mountain left of their pack. He squeezes his dark eyes shut, wills his breath even, and grabs his phone, pulling on one of the shirts in his bag.

It stings when the fabric falls down his thighs, billowing around his thin arms, realizing with a curse that it's one of the old band tshirts he stole from Aether. It still smells like him, a little bit, underneath the cinnamon-smoke that is Dew, that familiar ozone and fresh air baked into the weave of the fabric.

He grabs his room key off of the dresser, shoving it in his pocket as he storms out of the room, letting the door latch behind him. Dew barely remembers to put his glamour back on before he leaves. He can't really bring himself to care, but he does it anyways, grey skin melting to a more acceptable human tone, ears, horns and tail melting away. As shitty as he feels, a scolding from Papa sounds even worse.

Dew slips into the stairwell at the end of the hall, climbing up and up and up and up until he finds the door to the roof access. It takes him a minute to pick the lock, but then he takes in a breath of fresh air, eyes slipping shut as he steps out onto the roof.

He swears to himself he's not going to do anything stupid. The next Ritual is in a day and a half, and as much as he misses having his whole pack near, having his mate with him at his side, he genuinely loves what he does, put in too much work to give it up. He leans out on the ledge, the concrete digging into his bony hips, looking out over the city.

It's so far up, he can barely hear the traffic down below. Dew glances up at the night sky, hoping to find some solace in the stars, in the way they remind him of Aether's eyes. But he forgets, so used to the darkness surrounding the Abbey, that the light pollution blots them out. Dew lets out a pathetic sob, doubling over as he braces himself on the ledge of the roof.

Trembling hands unlock his phone, hitting the call button again. "Please pick up, Aeth," Dew whispers, the wind covering up his words. "Aether, please."

The phone rings. And rings. And rings. Dew can hear his heart pound in his throat. Holds his breath until the scars where his gills once were ache.

"Your call has been forwarded to an-"

Dew screams. The wind carries the noise far away. It takes every ounce of self-restraint in him to keep from slamming his phone down on the concrete ledge. He clutches at the taut band of his and Aether's bond, eyes squeezed shut against the wind. He knows if he were quintessence instead of fire, he'd be able to know more, glean a little more information from the thread connecting them, but all he can feel is Aether's heart continuing to beat, see the faint outline of his shadow on the other end burned into his eyelids.

He doesn't know how long he's out there on the roof. The wind whips through his damp hair, the late night chill biting through Aether's shirt. It's so cold, and his fire can only do so much to keep him warm. If he had been summoned fire, if it had been his to begin with, would it have done more?

Dew sinks to his knees, the rough concrete scraping his skin through his pants. He waits for the inevitable, clinging to their bond and waiting to feel it snap. He knows that when it goes, when Aether goes, that's it. It will be what breaks him completely, with no hope of recovery. He's never been afraid of heights, he thinks as he gets one last glance at the traffic ten stories below.

His phone rings.

Dew startles, dropping it as he scrambles to answer. To his dismay, he accidentally hangs up the call, the contact picture of him and Aether laughing at some unheard joke disappearing. "Fuck, shit, fuck," Dew curses, rambling as his cold, stiff fingers try to dial again. "Satan fucking dammit!"

Thankfully, the phone rings again, and Dew presses it to his ear, actually accepting the call this time. "Aether," he sobs, the weight lifted from his shoulders so quickly it makes him dizzy.

"Sorry, love, things got a little hectic in the infirmary, couldn't call on time, I promise I didn't forget," Aether says, and even though his voice is a little tinny through the phone speakers, Dew sobs at the sound of it. Real, legitimate proof that he's alright. "Dew, love, are you crying?"

Dew shoves his fist into his mouth at the genuine concern in his tone, can picture the furrow in his brow, imagines a warm hand on his shoulder. His tears freeze on his windburnt cheeks.

"Dew, talk to me, baby," Aether says. "Baby, I can feel it, you're not doing good, are you baby?"

"No," Dew sniffles. "Aeth, you weren't answering. I, I thought-" He trails off, unable to put his worst fear to words.

"I know, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to worry you," Aether whispers, and Dew presses the phone closer to his head so hard it hurts. Needs Aether's voice right in his ear, any further and he feels like he's going to lose it more than he already has. "Who are you with right now, Dew?"

"S'just me," Dew whimpers. He unglamours his tail, wrapping it tightly around himself. He presses his back up against the concrete ledge, drawing his knees to his chest. "Got a room to myself tonight."

"Baby, I can't really hear you, all I can hear is wind," Aether says, and Dew curses to himself as Aether's voice grows more and more concerned. "Dewey, where are you?"

Dew squeezes his eyes shut so tight it hurts. "I'm on the roof," he admits. "Came up here when I was waiting. I got scared, Aeth."

Aether curses. "Dew, please tell me you weren't-"

Dew feels the faintest brush of quintessence down their bond, laughing wetly at the familiar sensation that only makes his heart hurt more. "Aether, I haven't done anything yet," he says, scrubbing under his eyes with the sleeves of Aether's shirt.

"Yet?" Aether says, unable to hide the panic in his voice. "Dewey, don't you dare."

"Aether," Dew says, voice cracking hard. "I thought the clergy had you. I thought I was about to feel it break. And if you went, I was going to follow you. Aether, if you go, I go."

"Oh, Dew," Aether says, and Dew hates the way he can hear Aether's voice tremble, hates that it's his fault. "Dewdrop, I need you to get down from the roof, okay?"

"I don't want to, Aeth," Dew whispers. There's a lump in his throat that won't go away no matter how many times he swallows. "Aeth, I was so scared, I'm still so scared. I went to look at the stars but I can't see them and I don't want to lose you."

There's silence for half a second, Aether's voice a little quieter, like he's moved the phone away from his mouth. "Sunny, call Mountain for me? Right now," Aether calls out. He sounds scaredin a way he hasn't heard since his transition, when things weren't looking too good for him, and Dew hates himself for making his mate feel like that again. "Tell him to get up to the roof as soon he can, Dew's up there alone and he's not doing real good right now."

"Dewey," Aether says, voice clear as he puts the phone back to his ear. "Can you keep talking to me, baby? I need you to keep talking. Need to hear your voice, baby boy. It scares me when you go quiet."

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Aeth," he says, shivering as the wind kicks up again. "I hate this so fucking much."

"I know, darling, I hate this too," Aether says, tone level and even, and Dew thanks the Father Below that at least one of them can stay rational in this moment. Dew tightens his grip on their bond, claws digging into the palm that's not holding the phone. The smell of copper hits the air, rushed away by the wind.

"Aeth, I miss you so much. It hurts so much, I'm spending every moment waiting to feel it break," Dew says, the tears starting up again as he imagines it, the snap and recoil of a bond stretched so tight it bursts, the searing, unimaginable pain of knowing what happened, of being unable to do anything about it.

"Nothing is going to happen to me, Dewey, I swear on my life," Aether promises, and Dew cries out.

"Don't. Not on your life," he sniffles, drawing his tail tighter around himself. "Promise on anything else, Aeth. I cannot fucking lose you. I won't survive it."

"I know, Dew," Aether tries to soothe him, wants to wrap his mate up in a tight embrace and never let him go, but what good is wanting when he's on the other side of the world? "I can't lose you either, Dew. It would break me if you were gone. I'm no good without you."

Dew stiffens, the spade of his tail smacking against his shins as it lashes back and forth.

"Dew?" Aether asks, sending more traces of quintessence down the bond, seeking out whatever contact he can. "Dew, baby, I need you to talk to me."

"M'still here," Dew says, whining into the receiver. "I'm sorry, Aether, really didn't mean to scare you."

"It's okay, baby," Aether says, and Dew can almost feel a warm caress across his cheek, imagines Aether's thumb wiping away his tears. "Mountain's coming up to get you, darling. I really don't want you to be alone right now, okay? It's not that I don't trust you, love, but it will make me feel better knowing you're with the pack."

"I, I wanna be with you, Aeth," Dew sniffles, almost snorting as he clears the snot from his nose. "I wanna go home."

"I know, Dewdrop," Aether whispers, and Satan, he sounds so tired. Dew digs his claws into the meat of his palm, hates himself for making his mate worry. "Can I spoil a little surprise for you and the pack, darling?"

Dew straightens, trilling sadly. "What?"

"Me and Sunny are coming out for a Ritual, love," Aether says, and Dew's ears perk up, flicking against his skull. "The one a week from now?"

"Uh-huh?" Dew says, reaching up with the hand not holding the phone, grabbing a big handful of Aether's shirt, white knuckling the fabric until the neckline pulls uncomfortably at his throat. "Really?"

"Yeah, baby, you don't have to wait too much longer, okay?" Aether says.

Dew laughs, wiping away the last few remaining tears as the roof access door opens. Dew snaps his head over towards Mountain as he steps out onto the roof, wincing as the cold air hits him. He's in his pajamas and human glamour, and he looks around frantically until he sees Dew, a worried expression fading into pure relief.

"Hey, droplet," Mountain says, taking two long strides until he's crouching at Dew's side, cupping his cheek with a big hand. He winces as he feels how cold Dew's skin is. "You wanna come inside with me?"

Dew nods, leaning into Mountain's touch, rubbing his cheek against his calloused palm.

"Is that Mountain, baby?" Aether asks, and Dew nods, forgetting that Aether can't actually see him do it.

"I'm here, nova. I've got him," Mountain says, voice low and rumbling.

There's a sigh of relief through the phone loud enough for Mountain to hear. "Thank you, Mount. I can't thank you enough."

"I know, Aeth, thank you. Firefly, you wanna get up for me?"

Dew stumbles to his feet, still clutching the phone to his ear as Mountain slings an arm around Dew's waist, pulling him close to him. "Me and Rain have the bed all nice and warm, you want to spend the night with us, firefly?"

"That sounds nice, junie," Dew whispers, letting Mountain lead him down the stairs.

"I'm gonna stay on the line with you, okay, darling?" Aether says, voice crackling a little with the shitty signal in the stairwell. "Not going anywhere. You've got me."

Dew takes a deep breath as Mountain leads him to his room, where Rain and a warm bed are waiting. "I've got you," he whispers. "I love you so much, Aether."

Aether laughs a little, and despite everything, Dew smiles. "I love you too, Dew."

They stand in front of Mountain's room, the earth ghoul rummaging through the pocket of his pajama pants for the card. He swipes them in and leads Dew to the nest he and Rain have managed to make of the beds, two queens that they've pushed together, piling the bedding and pillows and arranging them comfortably. Rain's dozing, starfished out over the mattresses, snoring softly, their gills rippling with each breath.

Dew rubs his cheek against Mountain's arm as Aether keeps whispering comforts into his ear. He sets his phone down on the pillows before crawling in next to Rain, who, even unconscious, latches on to him. Mountain drapes a long arm over the both of them, sandwiching Dew in between their warmth. He snuggles into the blankets, reaching for his phone.

"Good night, Aether," he whispers. "I love you so much."

He can almost hear Aether's smile. "Love you too, Dewdrop. I'll see you soon."

Dew's eyelids grow heavy, and he smiles. "See you real soon."

#one of my biggest flexes is that I was there for ginasfs live debut #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewther #tw sucidal ideation #aether/dewdrop

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mod2amaryllis · 7 months

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I'm waiting for this migraine to die so I'm gonna tell you guys about Marshall, the dog who made me quit. read on if you wanna learn about extended quarantine and why this job sucks sometimes and other times is the most rewarding thing on the planet, often for the same reasons lmao.

in 2021, the weight of covid was kinda crashing down. i heard this was the case for a lot of health workers. we switched into emergency mode throughout 2020 and powered through, then the rest of the world decided to try and "get back to normal" a year later, giving no regard to the people who'd been working like a speeding train with the brakes off all that time. i was losing it!!! add a few more hay bales to my back when we hired a new doc who was the most demanding dude I'd ever met (still is, but we've come to some understanding lol) and who decided to run me as ragged as possible the first day he was left to his own devices.

that was the day Marshall came in.

i didn't talk about this back then because the outcome of the case was uncertain and the details so specific, but here's the run down knowing that 2 years later, Marshall is living his best life. when he was a baby, too young to have received a rabies vaccine, his owners found a rabies positive bat in the house. the state vet will always recommend euthanasia in these situations, OR, if you can somehow find and afford the option, a 6 month quarantine. this was such a tragic situation the owners were willing to try to save him. my clinic happens to have a decent isolation ward that's rarely in use; we use it for infectious patients like parvo puppies, uri's that have to be hospitalized, etc. so my boss agreed to take him for those 6 months. but the owners' caveat was that if he wasn't mentally adjusting to isolation after a couple weeks, they would euthanize so as not to put him through it and leave him with lifelong behavior issues.

that day, when animal control brought Marshall in the middle of an insane rush, we were short staffed and already at the end of our ropes with this new doc. i was the only qualified person who could talk to the officer. i was the only person who could take him back to isolation. the act of putting a 12 week old puppy in a 4 x 4 run where i knew he would either spend 6 months untouched, or never see the outside again, broke me. last straw.

i was a mess, for the rest of that day and the rest of that weekend having to go in and take care of him, when it was too early for him to adjust so i was sure he wouldn't make it. I'd come home sobbing. eventually jose was just like, "this isn't worth it any more," and i sent in a two weeks notice. i'd come close to doing so many times in the previous 6 years but never pulled the trigger. it took a total meltdown. my managers responded with regret, but understanding.

i wish i could've just felt free and done with it but for those two weeks i was just uncertain. this job is so complicated. the benefits for my pets are enormous; it's my main social network; it's income; I'm good at it and it gives me purpose. it's just also hell on earth! with no pressure from anyone else one way or the other, by the end of two weeks I'd decided to instead try going part time. that's where I'm at 2 years later so guess it worked lol.

but! there was still Marshall. shortly after we took him, we also happened to get a call for the same situation on 2 cats, and decided to take them as well. 3 animals on a 6 month quarantine. very new and daunting for all of us.

that first weekend was hard, but slowly, Marshall figured things out. it was the least ideal situation imaginable and i was at rock bottom and so was he, but i had this moment of like.....ok. if he wants to make this work, I'm gonna do as right by him as possible. and of course all us techs were helping him (one of my road dog coworkers always opened so i referred to her as his "morning mom") but i in particular took a special interest in training and enrichment. it became a passion. i was working less, but i volunteered extra weekends so i could see him more.

he was so young he hadn't even done much basic command training, and the fact that i couldn't touch him at all was a challenge. i started with a clicker to signal I'd rolled a treat into his run, since i couldn't give it to him directly. over those months we went through the basics: sit, down, paw, touch, using a back scratcher for a hand. part of the worry was him getting enough exercise; we noticed that when he'd get agitated, he'd jump on the bars non stop. i was like hmm that might be our only option, so i made "up" a command. i'd basically run burpies for exercise, up-sit-down-sit-up. he was a fast learner, very attentive. seeing him keep his wits about him like that was straight up thrilling. he even "potty trained" himself, barking like crazy whenever he'd go to the bathroom so we'd know right away he needed the run cleaned.

in the ward, there are 2 runs and 3 kennels. i trained Marshall to go back and forth between runs so we could clean. we'd have his food waiting for him in the next run over so he could eat while we'd clean; at the midday switch, he'd have a doggie popsicle. he was such a smart dog i knew toys and treats alone weren't cutting it for enrichment, and i couldn't constantly train him when i still had to be doing the rest of my job.

i started having everyone save every single box and paper-packaging that came in. i'd unfold some boxes for "bedding," so he'd at least have something between him and the concrete (he'd chew and eat any blanket we tried giving him). the rest, i turned into puzzles. i put treats inside and closed them up. put big boxes on their side in his run so he could go in and out. crumpled up paper-packaging with treats mixed in for him to dig through. every day i'd turn one run into a box-toy paradise, let him in, clean the other, and by the time i was checking back in on him he was snoozing in a pile of destruction. success. when other techs wouldn't go to the same lengths, i'd stay late pre-making his boxes and telling people to just throw them in dammit. i also queued several ambient sound playlists, birdsong cityscapes etc, to play on the weekend days when he was alone for long periods.

the months went by like this. i learned more about training, enrichment, and most specifically quarantine than i ever had outside of my experiences with my own puppies. we fell into a routine. we straight up loved each other, he was part of my life. he'd been this horrible trigger and pretty much doubled my workload, but he got to live.

then there were the cats! they were a little easier than Marsh just because they were already adults so didn't have all this energy to wrangle. for them, daily cleaning of course, taking turns going into the 1 empty kennel where i'd have treats, catnip, and other "new" smells waiting for them. for enrichment i focused on reconfiguration. every 2-3 days i'd rearrange things in their kennels, with the big pieces being a litter box, a bed, and an upright sturdy box (so they could either be in it or on top of it, giving them one upper level). it was habitat tetris. we'd play with strings and use the back scratcher for pets. then about every week, i'd switch their kennels to slightly change their view AND traded beds to mingle scents. they were from the same household and we were worried there'd be difficulty re-bonding after not being in direct contact for so long. they also did very well by the end of 6 months aside from gaining a lot of weight (oops). i learned just as much from them, and would love to help anyone else who might struggle with needing to quarantine pets.

i've seen people posting for help about similar situations and just wanna scream from the rooftops: the beginning is very daunting and hopeless, but animals aren't like us!!!!!! they do the best with what they got!!!!! if you work hard and keep them clean and develop a routine it'll all work out!!!!! Marshall walked out of there at 6 months a normal happy puppy in desperate need of a haircut.

it's interesting because i've never interacted much with his owners. i don't think they know i'm the one who kept him from losing his mind in there, even though everyone else at the clinic does, and i'm weirdly ok with that. the other day he came in cuz the dummy ate a bunch of meds he wasn't supposed to; the doc brought him to the back and instantly, Marshall rushed right for me. he still remembers me in a good way. there's still love. it's like...one of the few patient relationships i've had that feels truly deeply personal. in retrospect i think he had a bigger hand in healing my relationship with this career and animals in general than i realized at the time.

so thanks for making me quit Marshall. i feel a lot better now.

(i don't have any pics of him from that time (tragic ssd card accident) but he was an overgrown doodle puppy so he looked like this.)

#vet med #vet tech #work stuff #m2a #I've always wanted to tell this story it had such an impact on me

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kookie-doughs · 8 months

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Again And Again

Portgas D Ace X Reader

-Amatsuki Y/N decided to stay in the future without her sister upon meeting a friend’s son.

Chapter 5: O Captain! My Captain!

The moment Edward said you were to go on this mission alone was the moment you declined.

Earlier before receiving your current mission, quarter of the crew had been dispatched to search for a fruit. Of course Edward hadn't told you what the fruit was, you declined that mission. After all Ace wasn't one of those deployed.

But today, you didn't have a choice. Still on the same island, Edward had told you to retrieve something else than the first dispatch, and you were to do it alone.

You declined firmly not wanting to leave Ace's side but you had no choice, when he reminds you he was your captain. You had asked, begged even that he sends another person but he firmly sent you.

You were by far the strongest in the crew, second only to your captain. That was the only plausible reason you thought of as to why it had to be you specifically. But then again, what could be so important that you had to be sent?

Right now here you were packing for a mission you don't even know how long will last. You don't even know if the ship would still be docked by the time you finish. But you had to leave for it now.

"Y/N!!!" You turn around to see Ace hopping excitedly to you waving a paper, presumably the new bounty posters. "He's coming!!!"

His giddy and excited screams practically woke up half of the crew that was left on board.

"Ace-"

He jumps to hold you by the hip to spin you around, with the biggest grin you had ever seen. You laugh at his excitement, as he sets you down slowly to keep you from getting hurt.

"Y/N!!!!!" He was jumping and pacing in excitement as he tries to hand you the poster at hand, failing miserably as he was moving around too much.

You hold him by the shoulder still laughing, "Calm down, you're gonna get yourself hurt." As you had held him still you snatched the poster on his hand.

It was a 30 million bounty poster to a boy in a straw hat. A familiar one to point out. The boy with shaggy black hair, round black eyes reminds you of both Roger and Ace coincidentally. The boy also has a scar with two stitches underneath his left eye.

"Monkey D. Luffy." You read the name. You took time trying to rack your mind as to who that name belong to. You can see Ace expectantly waiting for your reaction. "OH!!! ITS YOUR BROTHER!!!"

He cheered once again wrapping his arms around you jumping up and down, squeezing you tight you could hardly breath.

"He's coming!! Where do you think he's gonna be? He's probably on his way to the reverse mountain! What if I go there to meet him?! O-Or maybe I could go to his first island instead! Which one do you think is gonna be his first? Our first island was overran by trees. Do you think that his first island is going to be there? Would meeting him at another island be better? What about Drum Island? Or maybe Alabasta? Alabsta is a kingdom I think that'd be the better option. We should go there! But would meeting him there not be a good idea? What if I end up interfering with his ad-"

You squeeze his squeeze his cheeks with your hand giving him a fish face.

"You're so cute when you're excited." You giggle. "But you're overthinking everything."

Getting away from your hold he gave you a grin, "I just can't wait for him to meet you. You're going to love him! He's also gonna love you! It's gonna be great I swear."

You laugh. "From the stories you've told me, I think having you both in my life would be the death of me."

He pulls you to his chest swaying slightly day dreaming about what could happen, he had the sweetest smile that made your heart melt and your stomach tingle. "I haven't seen him in forever."

"I bet he's missed you too."

"You know you're probably not gonna get to eat much if he ever eats with us." He snickers.

"I don't get to eat much when I'm with you either dummy. Something tells me I wouldn't eat at all."

"Where do you think he'd be? Where would be the best place to meet him?"

"I'd say somewhere with a lot of food. Bring him to Big Mom's territory maybe." You joke.

"I know you're joking but that's actually a good idea." He ponders. "Last time we went there she provided 5 buffet tables for the entire crew."

"Yeah, they never stopped feeding you there. You know like the witch in that fats you up with candy."

"Why did we meet with them again?"

"I don't remember anything after you ate her shortcake. She was trying to kill you."

"Katakuri should've seen it coming. It's his fault."

"As if he could stop you. You grabbed the cake as soon as it came to the room." You laughed. "I still remember the look on his face when he saw you grab the cake. He had the look that he knew soemthing bad was gonna happen at that second and he desperately wants it not to happen."

"His future sight it so cool."

"Oh no is your crush on him coming back?"

He pouts, "I'm just saying... Its really cool. I bet Luffy will be all over him."

"I can also technically see the future, but you don't praise me."

"You're both really cool." He grinned and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

"Hell yeah I am." You smirked making him chuckle. "Is Katakuri like your favorite pirate excluding us?"

"Probably. I remember them talking about having all those food unlimitedly if pops had agreed to something. Whatever it was Pops should've said yes."

"You don't even know what it is." You laughed.

"I don't need to know. I had all Big Mom's son feeding me." He said proudly. "Those guys are unlimited food I'm telling you."

"Now that I think about it maybe I was right they were fattening you up and then they were gonna feed you to Big Mom. You were the only one eating so much."

"Not true! Everyone was eating!"

"We were but not as much as you. I barely got to eat because his sons kept bothering me and I had to keep watch of you."

"We really should come over again, with Luffy. I'll make sure not to eat her shortcake this time."

"Luffy will probably eat it."

"Well maybe Katakuri will finally do something. He should expect it by now."

Your moment was interrupted by someone at your door clearing his throat. Ace goes to hug you from behind not to block your view on the man at the door.

"Teach, what's up?"

"Pops wanted to remind you that you had to leave." He grinned.

Ace slumps on your shoulder with a pout. You ruffle Ace's hair and removes his arms around you.

"Blame Ace if the old man asks." You say as you grab your bag. "I'll be back, don't do anything rash and stupid and just wait for me okay?"

"Don't take too long~"

You'd think a mission personally for you given by Edward would be something important. But alas, it was nothing.

In your hand was an averaged size chest. Inside was 2 devil fruit you aren't quite sure what was, and papers you hadn't bothered to look into yet.

As you returned to the Oro Jackson after weeks of your mission, you'd think you would come back to a warm welcome and cheers for your success, you felt a mix of excitement and anticipation to reunite with the crew... to be more specific Ace.

However, as you stepped onto the deck, your expectation was the total opposite. All that was there was a heavy atmosphere hanging over the crew. Concern etched its way into your heart, and you immediately sought out someone to find answers.

"Guys?" You call out.

Marco was first to notice your return. His eyes widen as if he wasn't expecting you, and looks away.

"Marco?"

He grabs Jozu's shoulder and whispers something. Jozu nods and walks to the direction of Edward's room not looking your way.

"I swear, if you don't fucking tell me what's wrong." You taunt. Glaring at everyone.

"Y/N," Deuce comes up slowly. "We couldn't..."

Your brows furrow. "Deuce, I was gone for two fucking weeks. What happened?!" You yell.

But then a realization hit you. You scan the crowd, and it seemed that your suspicions were right as they all looked away figuring you were about to find out.

There were a few missing faces. But it wasn't just anyone missing.

With a sinking feeling, you approached Marco. "What happened? Where's Ace?" You asked, your voice trembling with worry.

His expression turned somber as he looked away. You turn to the other looking at anyone and everyone.

"Deuce? Vista? Banshee??? What happened? Ace, Thatch and Teach are gone... Why isn't anyone telling me anything?"

At this point you were assuming the worse. And you sure as hell are not going to let that happen.

"Y/N don't." Your heart dropped when a booming voice behind you. Standing, towering above you, you glare him down. "Ace, a week ago. He said he needed to sort things out."

"Sort things out?" You repeated, feeling a sense of worry creep into your heart. "What happened?"

The crewmate hesitated, then softly said, "Thatch is gone. He was killed by Teach."

You felt your stomach churn. "T-Thatch- No, Teach is strong but he can't easi-"

"He stole the fruit Thatch's team was to get."

"What...?"

"Yami Yami no Mi."

A fruit you know. A fruit you hadn't thought you'd come across again since your travel across time with your sister began. A fruit that you and your sister had been asked to stay away from centuries ago.

"Ace... Why would you let Ace-" Your eyes widen as you look at your captain in horror, sending Ace into a suicide mission.

Marco hold you back knowing you, he was aware you were about to pounce the old man.

"Y/N, Ace went against pops' orders! Please calm down and listen!!" He cried out trying to keep you down.

Tears streaming your face you glare at your captain. You stood before Edward, your emotions boiling over with anger and grief. The weight of the recent events, Ace's departure, and Thatch's tragic death felt unbearable, and you couldn't help but direct your frustration toward the captain who had sent you on the mission.

"Why did you send me on that mission?" you demanded, your voice sharp with accusation. "If I hadn't been away, maybe I could've been there for Ace and Thatch."

Edward's expression softened, understanding the pain in your words. He knew you cared deeply for Ace, more than anything, and the thought of not being there for him when he needed you most was a heavy burden on your heart. "I sent you on that mission because I believed in your abilities," he said calmly. "I trusted that you could handle it, and I knew you would always do your best for the crew."

You throw the chest you held at him, "Here's your fucking end results." Your anger flared even more at Edward's response. "Great job huh? We got what you fucking wanted!" they retorted. "Ace and Thatch are gone, and I wasn't there to stop anything all because of you! I could've stopped Teach!"

Edward eyes held a mix of sorrow and regret. "I didn't expect such a tragedy to happen," he admitted. "I didn't foresee that the mission would lead to such devastating consequences."

"I told you I didn't want the fucking mission!" You screamed.

Marco held onto you hoping to calm you down, "Y/N calm down! That's your captain!"

But you, consumed by anger, unable to see beyond the pain. "He may be your captain, but he's not mine," you declared, your words sharp and cutting, eyes locking with Edward's. "I was only here for Ace."

Edward looked taken aback by the statement, but he remained calm. "You may be angry right now, I don't hold this against you. You can have your space to collect yourself, you will always be a part of this crew," he said, his voice carrying a sense of fatherly concern.

Your emotions were too raw to be soothed by Edward's words. "I followed Roger and Oden, and I haven't been been part of this crew for years," you said, voice cracking with emotion.

As you turned to walk away, Marco couldn't bear to let you leave in such turmoil. He knew how much the Whitebeard Pirates meant to you, even after all those years of absence. With a hurried stride, he caught up to you and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, trying to offer some comfort.

"Wait," Marco implored, his voice soft and caring. "I know you're hurting, and I understand that things have changed, but you're still a part of this crew in our hearts."

You stopped, but you didn't turn to face Marco. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you fought to control the emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

"I can't lose him," You said, your voice breaking. "If something happens to him... I don't know what I'd do."

Marco moved to stand in front of you, ensuring that you had his full attention. "You know pops would never let that happen," he said, looking into your eyes with empathy. "We've all been through a lot, and your feelings are valid. This incident shouldn't break us. We can get him back together."

You tried to hold back a sob, your emotions still raw and tumultuous. "I don't know if I can be a part of this crew again," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You don't have to decide right now," Marco said gently. "Take the time you need to sort through your feelings. We'll be here, waiting for you."

You finally met Marco's gaze, finding warmth and understanding in his eyes. "Does Edward hate me?" you asked, fear and uncertainty in your voice.

Marco smiled reassuringly. "He could never hate you," he said. "He knows you're going through a lot, just take your time, we'll all be here for you."

You reached out, embracing Marco in a tight hug, finding comfort in his presence and the reassurance of a friend's unwavering support.

"I don't know what to do," you admitted, your voice muffled against Marco's shoulder.

"That's okay," Marco said, hugging you back. "You don't have to have all the answers right now. Just know that we care about you, and we'll face whatever comes together."

"You know, the reason I came to the future. I was so heartbroken about Roger." As you spoke, your voice trembled. Marco listened attentively, understanding the deep pain and determination in their words.

"He was sick, so there wasn't really anything I could've done to help him... to save him." You say as tears spilled down your cheeks. "I had no choice but to lose Roger all those years ago," you said, your voice heavy with emotion. "It was beyond my control, and I couldn't even come to his final moments."

Marco nodded, his eyes filled with empathy. He doesn't bother saying anything as he figured a friendly ear was what you needed most right now.

"I can't bear the thought of losing Ace, too," You continued. "Not when I can stop it. I can't let the same tragedy happen again."

Marco placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, offering you support. "We'll do everything in our power to get Ace," he assured you. "We'll face whatever challenges come our way. You're not going to be alone here."

As you walked away from Marco, your heart felt lighter than before. The weight of your past still lingered, but Marco's words and support had provided a renewed sense of hope and determination. You knew that you couldn't change the events of the past, but you could shape the future, and you were determined to do everything in your power to get Ace back.

As you prepared to leave the Whitebeard Pirates once again, a sense of gratitude and responsibility welled up inside. You knew that you owed the crew an apology, especially to Edward.

Taking a deep breath, you approached Whitebeard with a mix of nervousness and determination. You couldn't leave without expressing your feelings and acknowledging the support you had received.

"Edward," you said, your voice steady but filled with sincerity, "I want to say I'm sorry."

Whitebeard looked at you, his expression softening with understanding. "You don't have to apologize," he replied gently. "You've been through a lot, and I know it hasn't been easy for you."

You shook your head, feeling the weight of your emotions. "No, I do need to apologize," you insisted. "I said things I didn't mean in the heat of the moment. I know you care for Ace, Thatch and the crew deeply, and I shouldn't have said what I had said."

Whitebeard placed a hand on your shoulder, offering reassurance. "We all say things we don't mean when emotions run high," he said. "I understand your pain and your need to protect those you care about."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded, grateful for Whitebeard's understanding. "Thank you," you said, your voice choked with emotion. "Thank you for letting me be a part a second time."

Whitebeard smiled warmly. "You'll always be a part of this crew, no matter where life takes you," he said. "We've been through thick and thin together, and that bond won't be broken. No matter how much time passes."

You wiped away your tears, feeling a mix of sadness and gratitude. "I'll always cherish the time I spent with the Whitebeard Pirates," you said. "And I promise I'll come back as soon as I can. Make sure to keep a spot open for me."

Whitebeard nodded, his eyes filled with fatherly affection. "Take all the time you need," he said. "Make sure to bring that brat with you."

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SO I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS ON FRIDAY AND ALL BUT LIKE I GOT A MESSAGE FROM MY PROFESSOR THAT WE HAVE A QUIZ SO LIKE I CANT DO THINGS I REALL6 WANTED TO PYBLISH IT EARLIER ANYWAY SO HERE YOU GUYS GOOOO SEE YOU ON SEPTEMBER 8TH 😋 SORRY BTW I JUST HAVE SCHOOL STUFF TO DOOOO

-kookiedoughs

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nyansatan · 2 months

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Hellooooo! I saw you had requests open! I'm having some serious Satan brainrot all of a sudden and would like to request two things (I'll do them in separate asks).

So for the first one... I always see things about MC being the one who can calm down Satan and everything and I love that... But how about Satan being the one who can calm down MC? I want like something to happen and MC gets pissed. I mean absolutely livid. But Satan manages to calm them down before any destruction happens. Because I just love the idea of him seeing the fuming human and he just like... hugs them or something. It'd kinda be like how Lilo puts the lei on Stitch when he's treating everything up and he suddenly relaxes. MC is so mad they're getting ready to break things and Satan just hugs them and boom, MC's anger is neutralized. At least, that's how it'd be with me lol

Thank you so much for both requests! The Satan brainrot is so real, I can relate. This is an interesting take, I hope this is alright 🩶

No one understood MC's anger. Being misunderstood was the reason why they had been called many things in their life – dramatic, quick-tempered, emotional.

MC was none of these things. Their anger was something that simmered over time as irritation built up until the final explosion. It wasn't as if MC overreacted about small things – small things were the last straw for them. The final thing to tip them off.

No one else seemed to understand that. Until they met Satan.

Satan knew his sin was a curious thing – a quiet force to the point a certain line gets crossed. He understood MC's anger, saw beneath the surface whenever MC had reached their limit.

“I know I have responsibilities just like everyone else in this house,” MC snapped at Lucifer, their hands clenching into tight fists. “I'm still human. I have limits. This time I had to prioritize my chores and duties over my grades. I didn't even get a failing grade, so what's the big fuss?”

Satan watched silently at the exchange between the eldest demon brother and MC. If Lucifer knew how to read MC like Satan did, he would have dropped the issue already. He would have noticed the change in their body language, the tightness in their voice.

Instead, Lucifer crossed his arms, tilting his chin up. “You have not reached your limit. You failed to prioritize. Your shortcomings are my shortcomings. There were steps you could have taken to prevent such results.”

Lucifer turned his back to MC, deciding that the conversation was over. A frustrated noise escaped between MC's lips as they reached for the decorative pillow, lifting it above their head and tossing it where Lucifer stood a moment ago.

To Satan’s relief, the pillow landed against the floor with a thud and went ignored by Lucifer. As much as Satan would have loved to see Lucifer get hit by a pillow, he didn't want MC to get in more trouble.

“I know it's infuriating,” he said in a gentle tone, placing the pillow on its rightful spot. MC fit perfectly in his arms as he pulled them close. “I know you want to scream, to break things. But you mustn't give into that. It will only cause you more trouble.”

“He doesn't understand.”

“He rarely does,” Satan hummed, his hand rubbing soothing circles against their tense back. MC's hands fisted his shirt, their forehead resting against his shoulder. “It's enough that you know you tried your best even if it goes ignored by Lucifer.”

“I didn't even get a failing grade,” MC complained, their voice raising as anger took over them again. Satan hushed them, his hand moving to caress the back of their head.

“He demands a lot from everyone. He isn't targeting you specifically,” Satan gave a soft smile, holding MC's face between his hands. He squished their cheeks together and chuckled slightly. “Come on. Let's go on a stroll together. Nothing calms the mind quite like nature and good company.”

#satan #obey me #obey me satan #obey me one master to rule them all #my scribbles #im not super happy with how this turned out but i hope you will still be able to enjoy it!#satan x gn mc #satan x mc

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an ask reply from @juniebugg originated from this tik tok prank!

Y'all know I had to switch it up but because mister mister depicted here was not it. I could not stand him as a partner but anyhoo!!!

This is about Joker x Reader! You love pranking J cuz his payback is always smexy 🤭

You didn't learn last time with the boba straw prank. Don't mess with Joker yet here you are... doing exactly that. You are asking for it at this point.

In all honesty you were minding your own business and he bothered you but I digress.

You were messing around with some new makeup palettes when he walked past the room. He didn't know you were recording yourself and you were still debating if you were going to post the footage when you reached for a new lip shade that J bought stole for you. You were holding the tube up for the camera to catch, "I loooove this red! It goes with any skin tone and the payoff? Lemme just show you!" You opened the shape with a flourish.

Joker walked in onto you swiping your lips with his infamous shade and he smiled in pride. He loved seeing you wearing his colors..

"Look at that. Look at that flippin hue, its sickening.." you pursed your lips, admiring yourself. "Yeah that's hot."

Joker popped up behind you- startling you in the process- and left a kiss stain on your cheek, "Mmmm verrrrry sexy, baby doll. I luv it." Then he winked at the camera. Of course he did.

You glared at the camera and sighed.

Now you couldn't use the fun makeup video you were making because Joker had to show his face to the potential world.

You were so pissed and the only way to get back at the laughing clown currently poking in your makeup was to pull a prank. And you knew just the one to pull.

Joker immediately stopped laughing when you picked up a cloth soaked in mineral water and proceeded to wipe your cheek where he kissed you.

You were shaking your head in disgust until the mark was removed, then you smiled and picked up where you left off in the video.

"Okay! Now that I got that off, where was I? This shade is perfect for dramatic date nights, a good blow jo---"

Never mind what you were saying, J didn't care about that. He was standing next to you in disbelief at your actions. "Did you just.. wipe off.. my kiss, Y/n?"

You locked eyes with Joker in the mirror. "Yeah and?"

You shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal and picked up a mascara tube to pop your lashes more.

You decided to edit out Joker later. “Its perfect for dramatic date nights, a good--"

Joker growled at you clearly dismissing him and spun your chair around so you could face him.

He roughly grabbed your face before smothering it with kisses. You said his name in warning when he went overboard but you let him make a point or whatever. Once he was satisfied that your face was covered in red stained kisses, he let you go.

"Try n' wipe that off doll." He dared.

His grin was handsome but it quickly fell when you used the same cloth to scrub your entire face. Almost two hours of makeup was ruined because you wanted to prank J but it was oh so worth it. You were left with a bare face and a ticking time bomb of a lover behind you.

Joker's left eye twitched and you swore he chuckled lightly before going off on a rant.

"Do I have cooties or something the reason why you're uh, ~wiping~ off my kisses huh doll? After I went outta my way to steal.. err.."

You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words.

"Buyyyy that Morphe palette for ya and that sparkly Fent-y stuff you're using and this is what ya do ta me!? I can't be erased! No no no no no no youuuuuu're not getting off so easily, c'mere!"

You squealed when Joker picked you up and tossed you on the bed. He let you bounce twice before yanking you back towards him by your ankle. All you saw was green eyes and a lecherous grin hovering over you.

"When I'm done with ya... mm, you'll need a shower to wipe off all the kisses."

and I oop 😳

#thanks for the ask!#ledger joker x reader #black!fem!reader #reader insert #joker x y/n #ledger joker #his lighthouse #don't prank J #lesson learned

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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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Getting Even

TW: Smut. Language. Soft Domination.

SUMMARY: After learning about your boyfriend, John B, having cheated on you with your best friend, Sarah, you go to the only friend you have left, as he makes a proposition too tempting to turn down…

WORD COUNT: 2300

*Requested*

Getting Even

You should have known by the way everyone silenced within The Chateau that something was amiss and yet, you were too excited to see John B to read further into it. College acceptance letter at the edge of your fingertips, you moved further beyond the core pogues as JJ suddenly sprung to his feet, broadcasting your name as if it was being used as some type of warning.

“What are YOU doing here!?” You narrowed your eyes before rolling them, blaming either alcohol or weed for his behavior before advancing further towards your boyfriend’s bedroom.

“You’re HERE. Now. Outside John B’s bedroom door…Getting ready to go in….” He continued to announce as you watched as Pope could no longer meet your gaze and Kiara was in view as if preparing for nuclear fallout.

The idea was maddening as you made your way beyond the bedroom door to find your boyfriend on the edge of his bed, quickly dressing. You offered a smile, holding up your letter, before that very exuberance fell to dismay at the sight of your best friend, Sarah, also getting dressed at his back. His hands motioned to you as if this would be enough to calm you as you were enraged.

“Can we talk about it without you-” Using the closest item to your side, which happened to be a book, you threw it at him, casting a final baleful glare to Sarah who was riddled with shame, before marching through the chateau, unable to look at anyone else for even a second.

The tears in your eyes made it difficult to make out the road before you, and yet from some subconscious pull, you were suddenly before Tannyhill. You explained to yourself that this was out of habit as Sarah would have been the first person you’d go to if this were to happen. Only now, it happened BECAUSE of her and you were left in tears in her driveway.

"Sarah's not here. If you're looking for her, she's probably with her pogue-" Your eyes shot to Rafe, the usual arrogant smirk not twisted into amusement before noticing your expression.

"Did everybody know BUT me?!"

"Know what?" He was sincerely confused before putting the pieces together while you explained what happened in quick detail.

"Come inside, I'll let you in and you can go trash her room or burn a sweater or something…" Although you had no intention of doing either of those, the idea of being alone was too painful to bear. For that reason, you accepted.

"Here…" He paused while leading a glass across the counter top of the kitchen, pouring in a few different types of alcohol and finalizing it with a straw.

"I just don't get it. My best friend and…God I'm the ultimate cliche aren't I?" You shook your head, watching his jaw clench before he silenced himself behind a drink.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"It's never 'nothing' with you.. What?" You egged as he tossed his shoulders a few times before deciding to speak his thoughts aloud.

"It's just…Pogues are just that. Scum. Leeches and-"

"Rafe-"

"What I'm trying to say is you deserve better. He was only ever gonna drag you down." A part of you knew this was right. But you loved him-or at least admired him. You loved the carelessness of his wild heart and the comfort in words even the ones he wasn't certain of himself. He always had a way of easing you with them. But that's all it was now that you looked back on it, pretty words and a reciprocated crush apparently superficial.

"Holy shit-" He suddenly noticed the letter on the counter. The letter that anyone who had a conversation with you in the last six weeks knew meant so much to you. And yet, your parents and not your supposed friends had even bothered to ask. But Rafe knew how important it had been.

"You got in, didn't you? Of course you did, they'd be stupid not to take you-" He spoke these kind words with such indifference it was almost as if they weren't the truth. But they were spoken this way because they were so true, they were effortless behind his lips.

"Yeah…well…I was supposed to celebrate but…the two who were supposed to do that with me are too busy fucking each other to-" You stopped once realizing you had become a bit too passionate about your words.

"Sorry-"

"No…let it out.. But you're still gonna celebrate."

"I'm not really in the mood, Rafe-"

"Well I am. So you have five minutes to have this little party of self pity and then I'm taking you to celebrate." He finished his drink and retired upstairs for a change of clothes as you followed behind, managing to catch a glimpse of his muscles before he saw you.

There was an odd comfort between you and Rafe. There were never tension but also rarely flirtations. You knew he hated pogues and he berated them with cruelty and yet at this moment, you understood why. But where the majority found Rafe to be unbearable for his dramatics and lack of solid direction, the way he treated you had always allowed him a merit. Always kind. Always welcoming. And always noticing small details that made you feel important. But you never considered anything beyond that as he was Sarah's brother. You had respected her too much to risk a friendship that clearly didn't mean the same to her.

"Maybe we can go to The Wreck and raise a little hell…find some rebound for ya…rub it in his face?" He offered, sitting on the edge of the bed to tie his shoes as epiphany lit up your expression.

"You're right."

"Never get tired of hearing THAT, but care to elaborate?"

"I DO need someone to get over it…someone who will hurt them like they hurt me….a little payback…" He nodded.

"That's my girl…whatever it takes to get over it…So let's go find you one lucky son-o-fa-bitch." He was truly excited for you before trying to move past you, your hand catching his polo-clad bicep as he was stilled by your motions.

"I mean YOU, Rafe." He froze, the words confusing him.

"You…you know we could just SAY we did…we don't actually have to- '' You retracted your grasp.

"You don't want to…" You spoke this as more of a realization than a question before turning to leave as he let you make a handful of steps before taking your waist into his hands and turning you to face him.

"I just want you to be sure."

"Do you want to fuck me, Rafe?" His lips parted, brows raised in intrigue, but only silence left his mouth as he tried to find the words.

When you could tell this was from an inner struggle between remaining chivalrous and taking what he wanted, you collected his cheeks between your palms before ultimately kissing him. It was a slow kiss as you savored the softness of his full lips and the way they were submissive to your guidance. But when your fingers fisted his shirt for more, he was quick to follow orders as he pulled you towards him with soft conviction.

You were pulled into his bedroom and onto his bed immediately, his strong fingers rounding your ass before taking you into a straddle. Once comfortable, he descended your neck with deep kisses, ones that took your breath away for how thorough he suctioned onto your skin, certain to leave bruising of his visitation.

"I don't want to be a rebound to you…" He explained with winded conviction as you smirked against him.

"Then be memorable…" You teased before he nodded, licking his lips, taking hold of your cheek, and leading you against him.

Taking your shirt off rather quickly, he ran kisses across your breasts, kneading each one, before lifting his eyes to observe the way you allowed your head to fall carelessly. He couldn't help himself as he collected those tresses and tugged them even tighter, dragging his teeth along your jaw, and groaning to how your core teased his own with the motions made in adjustment and reaction.

"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good you'll forget you even met thst asshole-" And he already had. From the second your lips bonded, you hadn't thought of John B or even Sarah or the pain left in a blaze by their selfish actions. Instead, you thought only of Rafe. His touch. His kiss. His breath. His cock. Everything made you breathless and needy. And you needed more.

You were quick to remove his shirt, allowing you the chance to dote on his physique, fingers running soft claws over his torso, before you were spun onto your back.

"Take them off." He ordered, a sudden flare of dominance deepening your need for him as you obeyed, lying before him in nothing but your lingerie. But as you expected him to undress or request you to finish until you were naked, he would only stare. Beginning at your feet, he took note of every detail of your body from the perfectly polished toes to the hair rustled from his grip. And it drove his observation into question.

"What are you doing?" You inquired with a chuckle.

"Trying to figure out what the fuck he was thinking…" He shook his head in true astonishment. But before you could respond, he was over you, hand in hair and fingers sliding into your panties as your breath shuddered from his touch.

"But it doesn't matter. You won't even remember his name by the time I'm done with you." You were flipped onto your stomach, his fingers returning to your clit as he joined you on the bed, taking his time with those slow strides made of his motions, before quickening them as you fisted the sheets beneath you.

"Bet he didn't even take proper care of you, did he? Probably selfish and made you only get him off…" You remained quiet as this wasn't necessarily true. But even with John B’s greatest skill in the bedroom, it paled in comparison to Rafe’s worst.

"You need to be taken care of…you want me to take care of you?" He asked, a grip made around your neck, having now pulled you up enough to have your back flush with his chest. You nearly arched against him as his fingers curled inside of you, his thumb making flicks and pinches of your clit, as you moaned and whined over him.

"You deserve everything I'm gonna do to you…" Your eyes pulled into a roll before he forced you face down on the bed.

"Gonna make you feel so good-" The surprise of his tongue was enough to warrant a snap of your hips that he would then steady with his hands to your thighs.

"Has he ever tasted you?"

"Rafe…" You whimpered, not wanting to think of John B, let alone talk about him.

"Wanna know if I'm your first…"

"You're not…" He paused before you aided the blow to this confirmation, "But you're the best I've-" He lunged back into you by the confirmation, proving his point further as he led his fingers back into a curve as his tongue flicked and scheduled in certainty and conviction. He knew exactly how to please you and he did it well.

"Oh my God, Rafe! I'm close!"

He nodded into you, fingers eating into your skin to offer you stability, before he ultimately carried you over that edge. Lapping up his reward through your high, he then lifted his lips over your ass and along your spine until stabilizing to the back of your neck.

"Rafe…"

He turned you on your back, pressing a kiss of care to your lips, before leading your knee to a bend against your chest as he positioned himself at your entrance.

"I want you to say my name every time I thrust-I want it to be the only thing you say-the only thing I hear…"

"Rafe-" He trusted, a gasp and a wince suddenly in your expression as he smiled.

"Good girl." His depth was painful from your overstimulation, and yet pleasing to the sweetness in everything else. His touch. His grip. His moans. Even the way he had done so with dominance was more in the need for you than strictly the need to have you.

"Say my name, sweetheart." He commanded into your ear as you breathed his wish in your next series of exhales.

"Good…keep going…" He grunted, almost in a growl before you began to mewl beneath him. Countless thrusts and a sheen of perspiration acquired as a second orgasm threatened its release.

"Rafe I'm gonna-You're gonna make me come again!" He nodded into you as he took hold of your jaw and pressed his forehead to yours.

"Come with me. Let me make you feel so good for me…" He groaned as you nodded, his forward motions having deepened even more from his actions as he tightened every grip, every muscle, and his jaw as he spoke your name in ecstasy.

Once he unfolded you, a single kiss of confirmation having validated how he felt more care for you than simply lust, he pulled you into his chest.

"I'm glad he cheated on you-" You shot up from his chest, scowling at him as he only continued to smile.

"Because it finally brought you to me…" He mended his words, running his palm softly across your cheek before taking you to a tender kiss. He was a new beginning for you, and absolutely anything but a rebound…

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#rafecameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafecameron #outerbanks #obx #outer banks smut #obx fanfiction

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yet-another-autism-blog · 14 days

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Okay I think I need some advice because I'm not really sure where to go from here

Last fall, things with my roommate started to fall apart. I started noticing things that seemed harmless, maybe weren't, especially as they became patterns. What started as a joke about me, as the extrovert friend, helping him be more social, became him getting upset anytime I left the house without inviting him or assuring him I wasn't doing anything fun. And if I did invite him but he couldn't go, I wasn't allowed to go either. He would find things wrong with any friend of mine that he did meet, reasons I shouldn't be friends with them anymore. He got especially upset when he found out I'd gone on 2 dates with a guy and didn't tell him or let him meet the guy.

The last straw for him was that I went to a movie with my sister and we didn't invite him. I didn't know it was such an issue for him because he never said anything at the time, it wasn't until months later that he told me that I had traumatized him by excluding him.

I only found this out because a friend of mine told me that my roommate was on Twitter, claiming that I was abusing my dog. When I asked him about it, he confirmed that he knew it was a lie, but he it was justified because I had traumatized him by excluding him from the movie.

In this tweet, he was also seeking advice and financial support in kicking me out and taking my dog. So obviously I couldn't safely stay there anymore and the house we were living in was owned by his father so I had no lease protection. So I had to find somewhere else to live quickly.

The only place I had was to move back in with my mothers who had since moved out of state.

I lost everything because of this. My friends, my community, a job I enjoyed, the chance to finish my degree and pursue my dreams, I was only one year away from graduating. On top of that, my mothers aren't okay with me being trans, alternating between believing I was brainwashed and that I'm choosing to be trans to make them look bad.

I have until the end of summer to decide what I'm going to do next. I can either move back to the city I'm from or get an apartment here.

If I go back I'll need at least one roommate and at least 2 jobs to get by. But I have a support system there. There's opportunities for me to meet people and make friends. Or even just things to do in my free time.

If I stay here, I can get an apartment by myself with just the one job I have now. But I have no support system. There are no opportunities to meet people. And I won't be able to continue progressing in my transition (name change, top surgery, etc).

It's unlikely that I can go back to school no matter what I do, and I can probably say goodbye to the idea that I'll ever be able to become an actor.

I know I struggle to work one full-time job, so needing 2 jobs will be very straining but having no friends, or community, and nothing to do in my free time is also incredibly damaging to my mental health.

Obviously, this is a choice I have to make for myself, I'm just having trouble telling if the instinct to stay here is just an act of self sabotage. Or if there is something to the fact that this whole thing cost me everything and him nothing, call it karma or whatever you want, but maybe he's right. Maybe I'm harming the people around me in a way I can't even comprehend, and it's better for everyone if I stay here where I'm isolated and can't hurt anyone.

#not autism #long post #personal

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nokacchan · 1 year

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We Are Just Classmates | Before School's Out | Yang Jeongin

pairing : yang jeongin x fem!reader

genre : fluff

≡;- ꒰ blurb ꒱ : The two despise each other as much as they would say however when the school graduation is nearing, jeongin can't help but admit his feelings for his long time enemy.

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It wasn't a surprise to anyone that you and jeongin don't get along.

Even a toddler can tell you both don't get along well. It was hard to say you hate him. It was more like you both seemed to get annoyed by each other easily. Others in your class & sometimes even your teacher says you both just pinning each other and your feelings for each other are mutual. However, the both of you would always give off the same response.

"We are just classmates"

Everyone in your class is sick and tired of hearing the same dumb line reused again and again. The both of you were constantly on each other's throat, making your teacher's job a pain in the a**

When your teacher thought enough was enough, she decides to put an end to your both almost 3 years of pinning. (more so your guy's constant screaming during her lesson)

"That's it. Yang Jeongin! Y/n L/n! Both of you, out of my classroom", your teacher kicked you both out of the classroom for the first time ever. Usually she'll just let you both be, probably this was her last straw, you thought to yourself.

You let out a frustrating yell before leaning against the wall. You looked over to jeongin, thinking he was going to join you, instead the male just walked off to the other end of the hallway.

"Jeongin, where are you going? Ms Cha will kill us if we wander around", you told him.

Jeongin let out a scoff. "Y/n. Ms Cha kicked us out of the classroom, so we are free to roam around. You can stay here if you want but I'm going to the vending machine. Bye~", jeongin quickly walked off.

Your eyes widened, eruptly standing up on your feet, quickly catching up with him. Jeongin let out a soft chuckle, he knew you would follow him, knowing you for many years, you'd rather be stuck with him then be left alone in the hallway.

"I think Ms Cha is so done with us", you told him. Jeongin nodded his head in agreement as he leaned back against the wall.

"I never seen Ms Cha that angry before", jeongin let's out a chuckle. You raised your brows at him. Jeongin grinned at you before leaning his head against your shoulder. "what are you doing stupid", you pretended to move away, making jeongin wrap his arms around you while still resting his head on your shoulder. "trying to sleep stupid. now don't move about alright", he mocked you back.

Your heart was thumping fast at the close proximity. A grin appeared on jeongin face, he could feel your racing heartbeat.

"Eh~ is y/n nervous around me? you're cute", jeongin teased you, shutting his eyes, pretending to sleep.

Your cheeks burn up in red, realizing he could feel your racing heartbeat. "N-No I'm not", you tried to stand your point.

Jeongin opened his eyes. Moving his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, making both of your faces inches apart from each other. "Really? Then why are you flustered?", he grinned at you.

You looked into his cat-like eyes. Trying to make up a random reason, avoiding the real answer of your huge crush on him.

"I like you", jeongin smiled softly at you. Your cheek. became redder than before. "Y-you what?", you blinked blankly at him.

Jeongin moved back, giving you room to breathe.

"I said what I said...

I like you y/n l/n"

Well that's one way to make your heart combust.

The End.

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zeltqz · 2 years

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HARD TO GET [20]

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything.

pairings: ran haitani x f!reader

word count: 4.7k

notes: P.S this is the final chapter by the way. it's also the so called happy ending.

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7 YEARS LATER

"Stressful day?" The bartender asks the moment she sees you slip through those doors. You nod and take a seat in front of her, watching her do her job. This is your favourite club to go to. It's near your house and the workers are so friendly. Emi recommended it to you when she started working here 2 years ago. She left the job though because she got hired somewhere else in a corporation.

You still attend here though, whenever you're feeling sad, mad, stressed or just bored.

"I got fired." You sigh. "It's so stupid. Guess why?"

"Why?" She asks as she mixes your drink together. You didn't even have to give her your order. She knew it off by heart, it was pratically muscle memory already.

"My boss— well ex boss, told me that I didn't live up to the company's expectations. Which is total bullshit. He’s just mad that I didn’t want to sleep with him.”

"Well, you should've let him hit." She laughs and hands you your drink.

"No. Ew." You grab a straw and stuff it inside your drink and begin taking small sips from it. Not wanting to get too drunk so fast.

"Are you still hung up over that dude, from college. You told me about him, few months back but I forgot his name. Beings with an R...."

"No." You say quickly. It's true, you're not. You moved on. Ran was a douche, his friends were also douches. You knew better than to fall for his tricks again. "I don't care about that pig."

"Ran! That was his name." She begins laughing and you scowl at her. "Okay, stop staring at me like that. I just have 1 question."

"If it's about him then no."

"It's not."

You take a moment then allow her to proceed with her question. "When was the last hookup you had?" You choke on your drink, lips pulling the straw from your mouth as you start coughing.

"What sort of question is that?"

She shrugs. "Just wanna test something."

Once you're done with your coughing fit, you take a moment to actually remember the last time you had sex. It's been a while. "I... can't remember."

"So you are still hung up on him!" She cheers and you shake your head.

"No! I am not. I just have better things to do." You say half heartedly. The real reason was because..... it felt horrible. You had around maybe 3-4 hookups over the last 5 years and each one felt bad.

When you consulted in Kaash for advice, she told you that men just sucked at sex and only fucked for their own benefit. Which wasn't a total lie. But then over time, as the sex got progressively worse, you assumed that you were the problem.

So you just stopped having it overall. It had been a couple years since you actually had sex after your realisation, but you weren't even complaining.

"Better things to do like what? You're currently jobless. You should just find some rich dude and use him for his money." She insists and first you think it through, then realise that will never happen to you.

"This isn't a movie. C'mon."

She shrugs. "Well, I'm saying there's a few good looking people in this club. You should find one."

You turn around, eyeing the men inside the club. There was some good looking people. Some looked a bit too old for your taste, some looked too young for your tastes. Some looked perfect, but they already had women by their side.

You shake your head and turn back to your drink. "I'll go home lonely tonight. It's fine."

She pouts at your words, only wanting the best for you. But decides to drop it anyway. She turns around to grab some wipes and wipe the surface down. The club doors open and a group of men walk inside. You don't look, but you can hear the bunch of women screaming for the nameless men.

You roll your eyes and place your elbow on the table, chin in palm as you twirl your straw around in your drink. You were so bored. You didn't feel like going home either.

The screams are getting even louder and it's starting to irritate you. Even though you're half way across the club from the entrance, you can see a group 6 men and a crowd of women surrounding them. You can't see them well but you just shrug it off, turning back to your drink ready to ignore.

The bartender looks over at the door, smiling to herself. "Oh, they're back tonight."

You look up from your drink. "Who is?"

"Those men. I don't know them personally but I they come in like once every few weeks. You see the pink haired guy?" She leans in closer to your ear as she points at the dude. You can't see his face because his back is towards you, all you can see is pink hair. Your mind flashes back to college, Haruchiyo's face pops up in your head. Not since then have you ever met someone with pink hair just roaming around.

"The pink dude comes in and orders like 4 strippers at once. It's crazy. He has his own section over there." You follow her finger as she points upstairs, the third floor. People like you were only allowed on the first floor, because it's what you could afford.

If you had connections, or it was your birthday, they allowed you to use the second floor, which was more spacious. The third floor, you heard was only for super important people. That or they were just rich enough to use it.

"Wow. Third floor? Must be loaded." You say, eyes trailing back to the pink haired.

"Yeah, I know right? He mistaken me for a stripper like 2 times. It was embarassing but he paid me for it. He's oddly sweet."

"Huh." Your gaze travels to the rest of the group. They all look rich and expensive. From what you can see of them at least. Their backs were still facing you.

"One of them is coming here, I'll be right back." She says and heads over to the other end of the counter. "Sir, I'll send a waitress over to the third floor for you."

The man nods his head and turns around. The two of you make vague eye contact before you quickly look away, back to your straw. From what you could see from the 0.01 second eye contact, the man was hot. He had short purple hair with black streaks and a few black peircings in his ear.

You try to focus on sipping your drink, but fail when you can feel his gaze on you. How long is this guy going to stare at me.... You think, feeling very awkward as if your every move is being examined thoroughly.

The stool next to you gets pulled open, the loud scrape from the floor makes your skin itch. He plops himself down next to you, chin in his palm as he examines your face.

You blink a couple seconds, then pull the straw from your lips. "Can I help you, Sir?"

"You look... familiar. It's weird." He says, voice deep and low as his eyes narrow while scanning your face.

"I have never seen you before in my life." You say, not even lying. You genuinely have no clue who this gentleman is. And he's apparently loaded since he's allowed in the 3rd floor. You've never met any rich people before in your life so.

The second Ran made eye contact with you, something inside him told him to approach you. He's not even sure himself, but he always listens to that voice inside him. Just as soon as he was about to get up and leave you alone, the bartender calls out your name.

"Y/N, I'm back, sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's alright." You face away from the rich man and back to her, giving her a sincere smile.

Ran's eyes widened. But he didn't show it of course. He was a master at hiding his emotions. He hasn't seen you in a good 7 years before he dropped out of school mid year along with Rindou and Sanzu.

What on earth were you doing in a club? It blows his mind. The Y/N from years ago wouldn't even step foot in a place like this unless your friends forced you too. Ran looks around, but there's no sign of your friends anywhere. So, you willingly came here? He thinks.

"Oh, Sir. You're allowed on the third floor now. It's open." The bartender said to Ran. You turned back to face him, remembering he was still there. Ran makes eye contact with you, smiling at the way your eyes dart around to look anywhere but in his eyes. You were still the same old cute Y/N from years ago deep down.

"Alright." Ran says, not standing up from the chair though. You look at him confused. You were the only person sitting here aside from him. Was he here for you?

"She said your floor was ready." You repeat, just in case he missed her words.

"I'm aware. I want to stay here. Get to know you." Ran shifts closer and you blink for a couple seconds.

"Okay... what do you want to know?"

"How old are you?" 25. Ran thinks.

"I'm 25. You?"

I knew it. He's smirking to himself. You seriously can't tell who he is? Is it the hair? He thinks he sounds the exact same, sure his looks has changed a bit, but so has yours, yet he was able to deduce you so quickly. Either you were just stupid or the alcohol you were having was getting to you.

"26."

You nod. "Cool." Then take another sip of your straw. This is so awkward you think. You still suck at making conversation, despite all these years.

"You single?" He asks, testing the waters.

You eye him skepitcally, "What's it to you?" You have no clue what this mans intentions are, but it can't be good. Because one, he's hot. Probably full of himself. Two, he's rich. Probably looking for a sugar baby or something. Your mind fills with all these dramatic conclusions.

"Cause you're too pretty to be sitting here alone. You get stood up or what?"

You look back at your glass, for some reason, you just can't maintain eye contact with this guy. Shaking your head as a response. "No, I didn't get stood up. I am single."

Good. Ran watches as you finish your drink, hands rubbing against your eyes, then checking your watch. "Are you leaving?" Ran asks, placing a hand on your wrist to stop you from going.

"Yeah, it's like 11."

"So?" Ran gestures for the bartender to make you another drink but you shake your head.

"No. It's fine. I don't want to drink anymore. I have to drive home."

"Then water." Ran suggests and when he sees the undecided look on your face, he gently pushes you back down to your seat. "Please? I want to get to know you."

You raise your brow, then finally cave in. "You're paying though."

"It's water." Ran laughs, "of course I'll pay."

"So you just wanted to flex on me?" You say, hand grabbing the water that was placed down in front of you.

"There's a lot I want to do on you."

You inhale sharply, watching how his eyes travel up and down your body, then back to your face as if he wasn't shamelessly checking you out in public. It's been so long since you did anything explicit with anybody, that your body immediately reacted to his words. Thighs rubbing together to try and reduce the ache in your legs.

Ran noticed and places his big hand on the skin of your thigh. You stop your movements, looking down at the hand on your thigh. "Sir?-"

"Hm?" Ran tilts his head, fingers sliding down, spreading your thighs apart. "What's wrong doll?"

You make eye contact with the bartender who winks at you and then tilts her head over to the bathroom. You knew what she's insinuating. Fuck it. You'll never see this man again in your life.

You slide off your stool and walk over between his legs, placing your hands on his shoulders. Ran's eyes go wide for a second, not expecting you to be the one to initiate anything. "Do you want to go somewhere to be alone?" You ask, pressing your thumbs into his shirt, rubbing circles as you stare into his eyes.

"Fuck, yeah. Let's go." Ran says, standing up tall. Your hands drop from his shoulders and admire how tall he actually is. His hands slip into yours and squeezes lightly to snap you out of your momentarily gaze.

You follow him up the stairs leading to the third floor, then into one of the bathrooms. The moment you get inside, Ran pushes you agaisnt the sink, hands trailing down your skin. "H-hurry up." You say, wanting to get over this fast. It's not like sex felt good for you anyway.

"I want to take my time." Ran says, lifting your dress up and over, exposing your bare ass. Ran grips it with his hand, squeezing the flesh hard enough to make you wince.

"I don't have all day." You say, trying to sound a bit annoyed but your voice comes out whiny as you make eye contact in the bathroom mirror. Ran grip on your hip tightens and he leans forward, his chest touching your back and his erection rubbing hard against your ass.

"You don't have all day? You got someone waiting for you?" He asks, voice hot in your ear making you flinch a little bit. Ran's grip tightens even more, enough to leave red marks on your skin as he waits for you to answer the question.

You shake your head, looking straight down, not able to look up and make eye contact with this man. Why was it so hard? You wince when he grabs a bundle of your hair, pulling your head back so he can see your face fully. "Use your words."

"No, I don't have anyone waiting for me." You say softly, staring into his purple eyes. That should have been the dead giveaway for you. Sober you would have instantly recogonised him just from the eyes alone. It's not everyday you meet someone with eyes like his. But sadly, sober you was long gone and would return hours later. You just knew you found his man smoking hot, and your body needed him.

Ran leans down and kisses your forehead. An oddly sweet gesture for a simple hookup, you think. But don't decline it either way. He places his hand on your back and bends you over the sink, hooking a finger underneath your panties and pulling down. You watch from the mirror as he starts to unzip his pants and pulls his cock out.

You can barely see it at first, because of the angle you're bent over at. But the second he starts to push inside you, you can feel every inch of him. Making you cry out and grab onto the edge of the sink for some sort of leverage. It was slippery, but you managed to grip tight enough. "Oh-oh my god." You moan out when he places both of your hands on your hips, holding you in place as he begins to thrust inside you.

"F-fuck you're still so tight." Ran moans slightly, sweat already forming on his forehead as he fucks you. Once again, his words should have been the dead give away for you, but you're not focusing on anything he's saying. In fact, it's hard to focus on anything with his size splitting you open.

You're mumbling something as your body gets pushed forward with every thrust he's giving you. Your teeth closing in on your bottom lip as he drags you by the hair, pulling you up to his chest. Your walls clench around him seeing the sight of the two of your in the mirror. Ran dips his head down to your neck, littering your skin with kisses and bites to prove he's yours even after all this time.

He knows he has no right. None whatsoever. He's the one that stopped talking to you. He's the one that left out of nowhere, leaving you with no explanation. But he just can't help himself. He's going to make it up to you. But he had to get a feel of you first. "How's that feel? Hm?" He whispers in your ear, fingers slipping between your legs and rubs your clit with his index and middle finger. "Ever been fucked this good before?"

You shake your head, "No, ne-never." It wasn't a lie either. Probably the first time in years where a man actually considered your pleasure as well as his own. Your mind does flashback to your first time with the man that shall not be named. But you didn't want to bring that up right now -- feeling it's not really appropriate.

Ran stills for a moment to pull out. A noise is disapproval slips from your lips as he pulls out. The next thing you know, you're being spun around to face the beautiful man. His hands slip beneath your ass and lifts you up onto the sink.

You raise your brow at the new position, watching him grab just above your ankle and spread your left leg further away from your right. You have to place your hands behind you for balance. Ran holds the base of his cock before re-inserting himself inside you.

Balancing yourself on one hand this time, you use the other to pull him closer by his shoulders. His hips snapped into yours, leaving absolutely 0 space between the two of you. The position had him filling deeper inside you, noises you didn't even know you could make escaped you as he pressed his forehead against yours, looking down to where the two of you are connected. "Shit." He cusses when he feels your nails dig past the fabric of his shirt and into his skin, leaving cresent shaped marks as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Oh, my god-- sh-shit fuck fuck, yes, please don't stop, I'm so close. Please, please please-" You begged and begged and begged, chanting please as you felt yourself reaching your limit. One more brutal snap of his hips hit directly against your spot, causing you to lose balance. The hand that was holding you up instantly flew to the man's neck, pulling yourself up now using his upper body for balance.

Your hips twitched and convulsed, body feeling as if you had just gotten several electric shocks as you creamed on his length, whispering curse words into his ear as you rode out your orgasm. "Fuck." The man breathes out against the skin of your neck, feeling your walls milk his cock, he cums inside you. His teeth sinking into your skin as he bucks his hips a couple times, just to make sure his cum is deep inside of you.

Your fingers start to play with the strands of his hair near the back of his head as he recovers from his own orgasm. The feeling of his cum soaking your walls made your heart flutter for some odd reason. Then coming to realisation that this is a stranger. A complete and total stranger.

When the so-called stranger finally does pull away, his cock had already softened inside you. He tucks himself back into his pants all the while making eye contact with you. Your eyes are droopy and there's sweat formed on your forehead. "Come here." Ran says, tugging your legs down from the sink top so he could stand between them. He presses a series of kisses on your lips before gripping onto your cheeks, squishing them in his hands. "Still so cute."

You're too exhausted to push him away, so you just allow him to fondle your face. Hands raising weakly to push him away, but fail when he grabs onto both of your wrists and places them back down to your lap.

"How was it?" Ran asks after a short moment. He already knows your answer, but in order for his ego to reach his peak -- the words have to come out of your mouth.

"Amazing." Your hand wipes away the line of sweat from your forehead.

"Are you drunk?" He asks, geniunely wondering if you're not in the right state of mind to recognise who he is, or if you know but you just don't care. Or if you're just stupid and can't recognise him.

You shake your head. "No, but I am sleepy."

Ran nods his head. So you're stupid. "You don't remember me. Y/N."

The way he says your name makes you blink for a moment, the sleep taking over until-- wait, he just said your name. You look up at him, any signs of sleep now long gone as you stare into his eyes. Those fucking eyes. It hits you now.

"Ran?"

He simply laughs, head dropping down as the realisation hits you so fucking late. "Took you long enough."

"Wh-what-wh- how?" You stammer on your words. So many questions forming in your mind, but yet you can't form a simple sentence.

"I was shocked at first, cause the Y/N I know doesn't go partying for one. And she would never hook up with a random dude she just met." Ran's hands find themselves on your hips, keeping you locked on the sink before you could run off. Not like you could anyways with that ache between your legs.

"I don't hook up with random guys." You admit, then wondering why the fuck you just hooked up with Ran before even knowing he was Ran.

"Your body couldn't resist me." That fuckin' grin is back on his face. One that has your blood boiling. "It's okay though," he leans down to your ear, "I couldn't resist you too." He admits then places kisses along your earlobe, making your body shudder. The kisses then travel downwards to your jawline, his lips passionately making out with your skin.

You want to yank him off. Scream at him for everything he did to you. This is the man that just took your v-card, then leaves with no explaination. You should be mad. But you find yourself closing your eyes, lips parted as he marks you. Fingers tugging at his hair to bring him even closer to you.

It's not him. You think. It's the way he makes you feel.

If that's what helps you sleep at night.

"Ran- stop." You finally say the words and he turns his head to look at you. His eyes scanning your face for any sort of discomfort. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Says who?" Ran has his nose against yours, tilting his head to the side so he could slot his lips right against yours. But before he could, you raise your hand, using it as a barrier between the both of you.

"You really hurt me Ran." Your voice cracks and you immediately look down, not wanting him to see you cry. You thought you had gotten over him. You had well convinced yourself you had. But him right now, giving you the same attention and kisses he did back then, it's like all those memories came flooding back. And it was too much for you to handle.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am." Ran says, lifting your hand up to his lips, pressing kisses along your skin to soothe you. It works, but not enough for you to forgive him. "I-- I was stupid back then. Still am now, but--" Ran pauses, not sure how to explain his dumb actions. "I wasn't using you. The feelings I felt.. they were real. Too real. And I just got scared. I don't like being attached to people that aren't family. I didn't want to lose you, so I pushed you away before you could push me away. It's selfish I know. But-"

You look up when you see him lace your fingers together with his own. His large, longer fingers wrapping around your smaller ones. "I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything Y/N. I mean it."

"I'll think about it." You say. You think it's the perfect answer. It's not a solid yes I forgive you. But it's not a solid no I hate you. Truth to be told, you didn't know what you felt right now. You had every right to hate him and be angry at him. Yet you just couldn't hate him.

Yes you were still angry. But hate? You couldn't. Ever.

Ran pulls his phone out from his pocket, and you watch him unlock it. You can't tell what he's doing exactly, but from the reflection in his eyes, he's swiping to what seems like messages.

He hands the phone to you, and the phone is on a fresh contact. "I didn't know if you switched your number. Please?" You assume he's asking you to please put your number in.

You look up, seeing all signs of playfulness wiped clean from his face. He was being 100% serious now. You hold his phone in your hand and start to input your number. Ran smiles as he sees you co-operating and not screaming at him to leave your life again. This is showing him that you're willing to restart. He knows it will take time, but he doesn't care. He wants to make up the 7 years.

He's going to make up for those 7 years.

You swipe from the contacts, heading to messages to send yourself a text. But you also use this oppurtunity to look at his recent messages. For no reason. Just nosiness. You think. Definetly not because you want to check he hasn't been texting other girls.

Ran can see what you're doing, but stays silent to allow you the satisfication of thinking you're slick with your actions. After a while of scrolling, a slight giggle leaves his mouth. "There's no other girls Y/N."

You swipe off of messages app and close his phone. "I don't know what you're talking about." You play dumb, already embarassed that he caught you trying to be nosy.

"Yeah? So you weren't just looking through my phone just now?" Ran asks, gently taking his phone back and placing it back into his pocket. You shake your head, then slide off the sink. Knees wobbling almost immediately but you catch yourself before you could further embarrass yourself.

You start to redress yourself in the mirror. Adjusting your dress from it's hiked position back to normal. Leaning in closer to the mirror to examine all the marks he left on your skin. Ran wraps his arms around your sides, bending down so he could rest his chin on your shoulder. "Let me take you out. On a date. Wherever you want. As long as it's not a library or something."

"Hey! I'm not some geek." You frown and Ran laughs, tilting his head so his cheek rests on your shoulder. You also turn your head slightly to make eye contact.

"You used to be. It's cute though." Ran says, a genuine smile has graced his features. One that you've only seen a few times before. You turn back to the mirror, unable to look in the eyes of such sincerity. You make eye contact with him through the mirror, thankful that his big grip on your body was keeping you upright because you're for sure you would have fainted by now.

"Is that a yes?" Ran asks again, making sure he has your date secured in his books so he can clear out his entire schedule just to make time for you.

"I'll think about it."

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If you’re wanting a request from the “trauma” prompt list, how about “Is there anything I can do to help?” For Ardyn x Reader

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There was not a single day that passed that Ardyn didn't think about Aera. She was as much a part of him as air was to his lungs; a lifeforce that was needed to sustain what was left of him as a man. That didn't mean the memories of her weren't painful.

Most days Ardyn could handle the trauma of her death. He had no control over her actions, and therefore couldn't have spared Aera the blow of Somnus's sword. She chose to put herself in the line of fire. When Ardyn really thought hard about the day he lost everything, it dawned on him that if Somnus hadn't killed her, Ardyn himself would've. Both brothers were more than determined to rip the other in half. Gods be damned if anyone tried to stop it. Neither of them could be reasoned with once the last straw broke.

The what ifs of the circumstance plagued Ardyn more so than the memory. Accompanied by the 2,000 years worth of hallucinations, and Bahamut rubbing salt in the wound, Ardyn's usual tricks to remain present fell on deaf ears. He called out of work. His duties as chancellor could wait while he tried to regain control.

Ardyn paced around his chambers for most of the day. He would sit down every so often, carding his fingers through his hair. Muscles tensing as flashbacks and the smell of blood heavily lingered in his mind and heart. He was spinning away, unraveling the persona he had worked hard to maintain while working for Niflheim. Soon enough he was screaming at himself. Blaming his misfortunes on the Gods and his own shortcomings as a healer and a man. He had failed so many people who loved him.

Hours later, Ardyn was sitting at the edge of his bed. His amber eyes looked out the window to the city. The sun was setting upon Gralea. The night would come, and he'd be able to roam without feeling the burn of the rays upon the scourge that dwelled under his skin. He felt hollow.

"Ardyn?" Y/N's voice called out. His eyes widened for a split second before turning his head.

"Hm?"

"The food you ordered, it's ready."

"I see." Ardyn replied. He focused his eyes again on the sunset. Ignoring Y/N's footsteps as they approached him.

"I heard you didn't go to work," Y/N began while they stood close to the bed and minded his space. "The staff we're wondering if you were alright."

An unamused chuckle left him. "I'm sure the staff were very much delighted my presence was missing. I'm aware of my less than stellar reputation."

Y/N made a face. "I'm not lying. People were wondering if you were sick."

"Why do you work for me?" Ardyn changed the subject. Not wanting to hear he happened to be today's gossip in court. His eyes closed in on Y/N, gaze narrowing.

"You took a chance on me when the others wouldn't," Y/N was taken back by his sudden question, but answered honestly. "It's been an honor serving you. Helping around where I can, making sure you stay on task. It beats scavenging for food out of garbage on the street. You may have given me work, but I chose to work with you."

Chose. Ardyn thought to himself.

"And why would you do something so ridiculous?" Ardyn countered. His eyes continued to study Y/N, watching carefully as they stepped closer to him.

"Because I can tell beneath your bullshit you're miserable," Y/N said sarcastically "Misery loves company."

Ardyn smirked at the comment. He shook his head and sighed. "I could have you hanged for talking to me in such a manner."

"Well, good luck finding anyone else to do your laundry and secretary work. Word of mouth at Zegnautus Keep is you've outworn your welcome with personal retainers."

There was a long pause before Y/N furrowed their brows and decided to get to the heart of the issue, sensing Ardyn wasn't himself.

"I know you don't exactly care for people, but is there anything I can do to help?"

"Why would I need your help?"

"You're trembling."

Ardyn was puzzled at first, then looked down at his hands that were resting atop his knees. Sure enough, his fingertips were quaking.

"So it would seem."

"Ardyn--"

"Y/N, join me."

"What?"

"Sit by my side."

"Ok..." Y/N furrowed their brows. The request was an odd one, but they complied. There was some hesitance before they took a seat upon the mattress. Their right leg was pressed to Ardyn's left. Y/N turned their head, watching while Ardyn stared forward and blinked a few times.

"Do you know what loss is?"

Y/N didn't answer right away. Their mind combed through the many experiences they had regarding the subject.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"How do you personally handle the nonsense that comes with it?"

"That's...not an easy thing to answer but," Y/N bit the inside of their lip while thinking it over. "I remind myself the feelings I have, are not permanent. I try to connect with others where I can, especially if I'm dealing with a passing. Not that it's my business, did someone close die today? Is that why you were absent?"

Ardyn glared, casting his gaze elsewhere. "You can say that."

"I'm sorry--"

"Don't be. I don't need the pity."

Y/N refrained from saying anything else, deciding to let Ardyn to take the wheel of the conversation. Given what little they understood regarding his predicament, the last thing he needed was someone telling him what to do. Y/N couldn't recall there being anyone Ardyn was close with in Gralea. Then again he had his secrets. There was a reason he was a man of a million rumors amongst Niflheim citizens.

"Y/N," Ardyn sighed and put his left hand upon Y/N's right knee. He nearly withdrew, feeling them tense from the touch but remained upon seeing they weren't afraid. "Would it be too much trouble to ask for a distraction?"

"No, it wouldn't be a problem." Y/N shook their head. Their eyes briefly glanced at his hand. "What did you have in mind?"

"It's a rather odd request but--" Gods, he was really going to do this. "Would it be alright if I embraced you?"

"You're asking me for a hug?" Y/N couldn't help but let out a small laugh. That was the last thing they ever expected a man such as himself to say.

"You're right, it's pathetic." Ardyn sighed.

"No, no it's not." Y/N grimaced, realizing how callous their tone must've come across. "I just--it was--unexpected, but I have no problem with that. Are you okay with this though?"

"Beg pardon?"

"I mean--you're the chancellor, and I'm kinda at the bottom of the food chain. Is this appropriate?"

Ardyn smiled a little, shaking his head. "It's only inappropriate if I deem it so. In public, it would be another matter entirely. Alas we don't have an audience therefore it's not an issue to begin with."

"Alright, well--" Y/N gestured out with their arms and shrugged before settling them. A small smile graced their mouth. "I'm ready when you are."

Ardyn rolled his eyes albeit in an amused manner. He let the awkward energy between himself and Y/N settle down before making his move. Slowly, and with consideration, Ardyn wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist. He pulled their body into his, leaning his head against theirs. A nervous swallow came and went. Realizing this was the first time in almost 2,000 years since he had hugged anyone. He wasn't sure what to make of it at first, until a feeling of calm began to tide over. He was grounding again, little by little.

Y/N hesitated before wrapping their arms around Ardyn's body, pressing their cheek more into his chest. He seemed to be emboldened by that for they could feel his other hand atop of their head. His fingertips carding against their scalp. This went on for a while. Both remaining still in each other's presence.

"What are you thinking about?" Y/N asked quietly.

"A million things," Ardyn admitted. "And how I used to hold her like this."

Y/N hummed in response. There was a lot they wanted to ask Ardyn regarding the person he had lost. From his cadence, it sounded like it had been years since he had spoken to her. An ex perhaps? It was difficult to be certain, but Y/N knew it wasn't their place to pry. Ardyn would tell them when he was ready, if he ever was.

"She was lucky to have someone powerful like you that cared," Y/N reassured. "And I'm sure she was lovely."

Powerful. Ardyn thought bitterly to himself. He didn't feel so strong recalling the glazed look Aera had while she died in his arms. Even with the scourge and his immortality, Ardyn felt weak like any other man. He was tired. Tired of playing a role in the Gods grand theater. It would be over soon. He had to have patience.

The thoughts drifted away the longer he held onto Y/N. They were alive. He was holding a living person right now, and not the corpse of his beloved. No harm had come to them. The creature comfort of the thought was enough to calm him considerably.

"Yes, she truly was." Ardyn replied softly, his chin resting atop of Y/N's head while his hand retreated from their scalp. The hand snaked around Y/N's body, meeting his other arm that had been embracing them.

"Are you alright with prolonging this?" He asked.

"I'm fine with it," Y/N smiled against him, chuckling for a moment. "At least you smell good. I'm not going to pass out anytime soon."

"Har-har," Ardyn muttered. He too smiled. Maybe. Maybe the last of his days before meeting fate didn't have to be so bad. Especially if he could enjoy something so miniscule like an embrace once more.

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In Another Time...

Book: Open Heart (Pre-Series/Hopkins Years)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!OC (Chenza), Ethan Ramsey

Rating: Teen

Category: Angst

Summary: Vincenza wasn't the only thing that came between the former best friends, but she may have been the final straw. Now, as Ethan seethes, she and Tobias make plans for a future together until one night changes everything.

Words: Approx. 2,250

A/N: A little background on my HC for "the Hopkins Girl." Ethan and Tobias both fell for Vincenza, who was dating someone else when they all met. The three became friends, but when her relationship ended, Ethan made a move. Though he was displeased initially, Tobias realized they were crazy about each other, and he wasn't ready to commit, so in time, he let it go. But wrapped up in studies and his competition to be the best, Ethan didn't make her a priority, and they split. She leaned on Tobias a lot to get over the breakup, and while neither felt it was a good idea to become more, in time, they did. Time at Hopkins was nearing an end, and they decided to keep things quiet until after graduation. They planned on selecting residencies in the same area and building a future together until...

A/N 2: I'm participating in @choicesprompts first prompt for January 2023; it got me thinking about this timeline of their story. Also, @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 4, Dating/Break-Up/Self-Reflection. (I didn't get to edit much; forgive me! lol)

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

“How did you mean it then?”

“You know…in a good way!”

“In what universe could what you just said be construed in a good way?”

They stood facing each other, hearts pounding, chests heaving with emotion.

Neither wanted to be the first to admit their feelings to the other.

“I’m leaving!”

“Wait! Please don’t! I… I’m ready to tell you the truth!”

Vincenza spun around with fire in her eyes. She had been determined not to let him see the pain in her heart, so she cursed the emotion in her voice that quickly betrayed her.

“The truth, Tobias?” She quivered. “Now? What exactly have you been saying for the past six months? All this time? I assumed it was the truth... until tonight!”

“It was the truth! It is the truth!” He insisted, attempting to take her hand, but she pulled it away as quickly as if his touch were fire. He hung his head low, staring at the cracked, ice-covered ground beneath his feet. Perhaps he should just walk away. He was known to be smooth, but even he couldn’t spin this. There was no way to convince her what she overheard was misconstrued. If only he could hit rewind….

“Do we have to go tonight?”

“Chenz!” he grinned, completely disarming her. He knew the power of that smile, and he used it, which is why she turned away, but the spell had already been cast. Her eyes shut, and her head flung back when he began working his magic on her shoulders. He always did this to ease her tension, but deep down, he knew tonight, he was trying to get his way.

“This is going to be the last big party of our med school career. Do you really want to miss it?”

She slipped from under his grip and turned to him with pleading eyes.

“We’ve been trying to keep our relationship on the down-low… if we go to Stanley’s party tonight, that’s going to be blown sky high.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” He implored, and she noted the hurt in his eyes.

“Of course not, but… we both agreed to wait until we left Hopkins to be fully public. I would never deny you… deny us… but we both felt rubbing it in Ethan’s face wouldn’t be wrong.”

“Yeah, six months ago, I believed that. But the novelty has worn away,” he frowned. “You mean everything to me, but we’re a dirty secret. You got to go everywhere when you were on his arm, never a reason to hide.”

“That’s not fair!” she spat. “We are out of here in two months. The future is ours! Yours and mine… not Ethan’s. But while we’re here, I want to add salt to his wounds. Nor do I want to be seen as ‘that woman.” Because you know as well as I do, you’re both men, you’ll get a pass, but I’ll be that whore that came between two best friends!”

“That’s not what happened, Chenza!”

“You know that! I know that! Even Ethan knows that, but it doesn’t matter if that’s not what anyone believes.”

“So it’s other people we’re concerned about? Other people who don’t matter to us for shit.”

“Tobias, I….” she stopped and stared out the window; the sky was already dark. She knew this wouldn’t be easy, but when they both decided they couldn’t fight their feelings any longer, eight months didn’t seem too far away. After that, Hopkins would be a distant memory, and it would have been worth the sacrifice, but now… “Tobias, why don’t you go without me. I want to spend some time looking at my residency offers anyway. So….”

“Forget it,” he sighed, “We’re all adults, and you and Ethan have been apart for over nine months. But… if we have to remain a dirty secret, I’ll stay home too. I know it may be hard for you to believe, but I don’t really want to be out celebrating if I can’t do it with you.”

Tobias headed to the bedroom and threw on his sweats. He assumed this arrangement would be easier, but as he lay in bed listening to the deafening silence, he hoped he could make it just two months more. It wasn’t much later when he heard Chenza walk in.

“Come on,” she said. “We can’t go to Stanley’s with you dressed like that. I have a reputation to uphold.”

He should have been amazed, not much time had passed, but she looked like she had stepped out of a magazine. His breath was taken away. The black velvet dress he bought on their trip to New York, her chestnut brown curls falling over her bare shoulders, and the make-up he swore she never needed looking perfect nevertheless.

“You look… you look beautiful. What are you doing?”

“I’m going to the party,” she smiled. “And I was hoping you would join me. I picked your black suit up from the dry cleaners,” she winked. “It’s in the closet. I’ll be downstairs.”

“There is no good way, Chenza," he started. "But that was only the second dumbest thing I said tonight; the first was back at the party…. I’m… I’m so sorry!”

“Are you?”

“Yes,” he hissed, insulted, though he knew he had no right to be. She had every reason to doubt him. “I was an idiot. I had way too much to drink, and when Ethan started talking shit, I just….”

“You just put him and your stupid rivalry before me! The way it always has been!”

“No, I didn’t… I mean, I did… but I didn’t want to….”

“It was in your control, Tobias!” She scoffed. “Don’t act like you’re the victim.”

“I didn’t say I was... Chenza, can you let me explain?”

The smile on his face was unmistakable; hers was too. He was crazy about her, but even he was surprised at how fast his heart was racing. At how much his chest was filled with pride. Her arm was tucked into his, and when she looked up at him and smiled, he was on top of the world.

“This means so much to me,” he whispered as they walked the path to Stanely’s door.

“You know what, I’m glad we’re doing this too. We shouldn’t have to hide.”

“No, we shouldn’t.”

“But, Tobias….”

“I know,” he grinned. “We don’t need to hide, but there is no need to rub it in.”

She let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding and smiled. “Exactly.”

The door opened, and the night began. There were some whispers, of course, but mostly smiles. Truthfully, most had suspected they were an item for some time. She and Ethan split over nine months before due to no fault of her own. She had nothing to feel guilty about, she reminded herself as Tobias shot her a smile from across the room. While she had been apprehensive, now, all she felt was a relief. The future was theirs, and it was time everyone else knew it too.

Ethan was cordial at first, greeting her warmly if only nodding at T. She wished she could have told him, but he refused to take her calls. But she wasn't going to be overt; she and Tobias would act the way they always had. She was confident the evening would end just fine.

Tobias joined some of the guys in the billiard room down the hall as Dr. Stanley introduced Chenza to his wife, one of the top psychiatrists on the East Coast. He had told her about his top student and her plans to unseat her. Chenza insisted that wasn’t possible, but the lovely woman insisted that’s just what she wanted her to do, she laid a foundation for others to build on, and she couldn’t be more delighted.

Vincenza was simply beaming, the evening seemed to be going better than planned. No one noticed that Ethan had slipped away. With a bottle of the best bourbon from the bar in one hand and a glass in the other. He found a quiet corner where he could seethe. Tobias’s drinking was celebratory, but he also had more than a few. Still, when Ethan entered the room and sparring began, he thought he was in control. But it took only one question from a well-intentioned professor for things to spiral.

“Have you settled on a residency program yet, Tobias?”

“I’m still weighing my options. I have it narrowed down and hope to decide by next week.”

“And you’re heading to Edenbrook, is that correct?” The same professor asked Ethan. “You must be very proud.”

Ethan stood taller, and his chest stuck out with pride. “I am, despite the best efforts of others, there could be only one selected…, and I’m happy to say… it was me.”

Tobias lowered his eyes and turned away, downing the drink in his hand. Though he had made dozens of excuses, he knew what he’d done to Ethan was wrong. Still, it didn’t lessen the sting of Ethan winning once again. Four years... every time, he came out ahead. Maybe by a point or two, but always ahead. Now, it had been announced. Ethan was graduating first in class. He won the residency they both coveted. He was Dr. Banerji’s next protégé. He won… again.

But Tobias was happy. He was in love, though he wasn’t quick to admit it. He and Chenza had plans, and she was there on his arm tonight. So he wasn’t going to let this get to him. Ethan could have the floor, and it didn’t bother him a bit… at first.

Chenza looked at the clock, it was late, and she was more than ready to go home, but she wanted to spend a little more time with Tobias before they did. She was stopped a few times along the way but finally made it to the billiard room, surprised to hear raised voices. That wasn’t… she considered just turning away; it was probably best not to insert herself. Still, she wasn’t one to run. Making her way down the small staircase, the voices became more clear.

“… I’d be delighted if you selected Boston,” Ethan slurred. “In fact, if something ever opened up at Edenbrook, perhaps I could put in a good word for you with Dr. Banerji. That is if his opinion of you isn’t already set in stone.”

“Obviously, if I’m in Boston, it will be at Kenmore or Brigham, not Edenbrook. Because I have….”

“Burned every damn bridge you had at the best program in the country. So no matter what else you select, you’ll always be second best. Right, Carrick?”

“Second best?” Tobias seethed. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. How about we meet at the ten-year reunion and see who’s second best, Ramsey.”

“I look forward to it. You haven’t bested me once in four years. With your entitlement and morals, or lack thereof, I’m sure the next decade won’t be any different.”

Still unnoticed, Chenza rushed across the room, eager to steer Tobias out of the party before things got worse… but as fate would have it, she was a moment too late.

“Awfully big words there, Ethan. But don’t you worry about me. I’ll still be in a top-tier program watching my star rise. But unlike you, my skills aren’t limited to my chosen profession. So while you’re spending all those late nights huddled close with Banerji, just remember, I’ll be across town in bed with Chenza, reminding her why she made the right choice.”

The room went silent except for the sound of Chenza’s gasp. Tobias’s face fell, and hers crumbled as she ran to the door.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Ethan smirked as Tobias rushed away.

“There’s nothing to explain, Tobias. I’ve been a goddamn fool!”

“You haven’t been a fool.”

“Oh! Yes, I have! I’ve wasted four years of my life loving two men who never loved me in return. Do you know how that makes me feel! I’ve never been more than a pawn in your twisted little game!”

“That’s not true! Chenza, we’re picking residencies together. We’re going to build a life together because I love you… not because you’re some prize I stole from Ethan.”

“Really?” She laughed sadly, tears building in her eyes. “I might believe you more if you lowered yourself to utter those words to me once before now."

“Chenza…”

“Chenza, nothing! I’ve said them to you, right? Countless times! And what have you said in return? You mean everything to me. You have no idea how happy that makes me. But God forbid you ever told me you loved me."

“But I did! I do! I should have said them, but I always thought actions mean more than words, and….”

“...and tonight, your actions told me all I needed to know.”

The tone of her voice struck him, and his stomach wretched; he knew her well, and at that moment, he knew the battle was lost. He loved her, it had never been more clear to him than it was now, and now it was all slipping away.

He watched her collapse against a lamppost, wiping away tears that stung her cheeks in the bitter cold. Delicate snow began to fall and the moonlight cast a magical glow. They should have been laughing, her under his arm, kissing her as they made their way home. They should have shared one last drink, talking about their debut to the world, and the bright future they planned. That was the night he had envisioned.

Instead, he stood several feet away, ashamed of the broken expression on her face. He had seen it before after she left Ethan, and he promised himself he'd never make her look that way... He could have tried harder, he could have begged... he knew he loved her... but he also knew how good it felt when he saw the look in Ethan's eyes when they walked in that night... and he knew it was wrong. He could have tried harder tonight, but Chenza had been put through the wringer by two fools who had a lot of growing up left to do, and she deserved better.

She wiped her face and stood tall; he wasn't surprised at her strength. He had seen it before.

"I'm going to stay with my old roommate, Dawn, tonight. I'll stop by to get my things tomorrow. I don't want to drag this out... it has to be done."

"I'm so sorry, Chenza..." was all he could offer.

"So am I," she smiled sadly. "I really loved you... I really loved you both."

"I know you don't see it now, and I don't blame you. But we both loved you, too. We're just... idiots.... and you deserve better."

"You're right," she smiled. "I do."

"Can I walk you to Dawns?"

"No need," she said, nodding to an approaching car. "She's here to pick me up."

Chenza walked past him and slipped into the passenger's seat., turning to look at him one last time. "Goodbye, Tobias."

"We probably just should have stayed home," he said with a broken voice.

"It's OK," she swallowed. "I'm glad we didn't."

A/N 3: In my HC, Chenza was not the bad guy ... no one was really the bad guy. Tobias and Ethan did love her. They were just two men who were still dealing with a lot of damage from their past and too caught up in themselves to make anyone else the center of their world. In the future, they both apologized to her at separate times. She graciously accepted and thanked them, for helping her to realize her worth.

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