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phantomrose96 · 9 months
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When I first watched ATSV I thought Miguel's backstory was "my family (which had died in my universe) was alive in this other universe, and the me from that universe just died, so I took his place to be with my family again (who then, of course, all died in the glitch-fest)"
And like, damn imagine going from your "I couldn't save them" guilt in your universe to "I got them killed" guilt in the other universe. That would understandably mess someone up.
BUT, when I watched it a second time, it sounded like Miguel's actual backstory was more like "no I never had a family in my own universe or anything, but I found a universe where parallel!me DID have a family and he just died so I just went 'guess I'm Dad now'."
Which is like. Still very tragic but so much funnier. Miguel showed up one day and went "oh I died that sucks. hey that kid is my daughter now." without so much as a second thought. Scooped her up on sight. Reverse cuckoo-nested that kid. Home-unwrecked that family. Miguel O'Hara said "hey is anyone else gonna adopt my daughter?" and did not wait for an answer. FUNNIER if he just went "this is my wife now, too."
If he weren't so busy angsting and butt-modeling would he just haphazardly adopt all the under-18 Spidermen? Miguel "You don't have to go save your dad Miles I am your dad" O'Hara. Miguel "You said I could hold Mayday you never said I had to give her back" O'Hara. Miguel "I'm not mad I'm just disappointed in you Hobie" O'Hara.
Motherfucker's so afraid of sneezing and erasing a canon event otherwise he'd be fluffed up over a brood of spider-teens in his lair like the Batman-knockoff he was always meant to be.
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thejujvtsupost · 6 months
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Suguru Wants A Baby
F!reader holds a friend’s newborn baby, and it took exactly one moment for it to hit Geto. When he saw you holding your friend’s newborn, looking so natural and making silly faces to make the baby laugh, it clicked, he wants a baby with you. Your own little one to nurture and protect.
Notes: fem!reader, breeding kink, soft dom Geto, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f!receiving) and dirty talk. I’m serious this is literally just filthy - more under the cut.
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Visiting with your friend who just had a baby boy was the highlight of your week. His little face and tiny feet had you cooing and making faces to keep him laughing.
Geto couldn’t look away from the scene, his pretty wife holding a cute baby so naturally- you didn’t think twice before getting him a bottle and burping him. You were happy to help your friend while her own husband was at work.
And when you were leaving, and you handed the baby back to your friend, your arms felt empty. You schooled your features before anyone could notice your utter disappointment and sadness.
Of course Geto noticed, which only made his thoughts run faster. If you want a baby, and he wants a baby… oh he was determined to give you a family on the spot.
He bided his time, as soon as you got home he would pounce. The car ride home was quiet but he didn’t interrupt your thoughts you were obviously deep into. He was patient, so patient despite his need for you, up until you started crying before you could take your shoes off.
“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He held you to his chest and you buried your face against it. Shaking your head to deny any problem existing. “C’mon, let me in. I can’t help unless you tell me what happened.”
“‘Want a baby ‘guru, I’m sorry.” Your sniffles were breaking his heart, as if he’d ever want you to apologize for something like that.
He tilted your face up and kissed you, slowly at first until it gave way for his urgency. You had to push him back to breathe, “You okay? Not mad?”
Geto groaned and spoke against your lips, “I’ll give you as many babies as you want, right now. Say the word, please say the word. Tell me you want my babies- our babies.” He was spiraling, unwilling to get distracted by anything other than you.
“‘Need you- want your babies in me.” Your thighs had been clenching from the first urgent kiss for any semblance of relief.
He took his shirt off and threw it behind him. “Jump.”
And you did, your legs around his waist; his hands tearing your shirt over your head and tossed somewhere unknown. Your bra was practically ripped from your body, nothing was going to keep your body hidden from him.
You shrieked and broke your kiss when he tossed you on the bed, he didn’t waste time before getting the rest of your clothes off and diving between your legs like he would die if he waited any longer to taste you.
“Fuck this pussy is so good to me, gonna get you pregnant and keep you that way- cute and round, ‘won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” You don’t know what came over him, but he was eating you out so good and adding his fingers to the mix, playing you like an instrument.
“C’mon need your cock, need you inside of me.” Hips unable to stop moving, your need for him only grew. You were more than wet enough, he typically pulled an orgasm out of you to make sure you wouldn’t feel pain from his considerable length and right now you hated him for it.
He pulled away from your folds and placed a hand on your stomach to hold you still. “Don’t rush me baby, my little pussy needs attention and I’m givin it to her. I’ll take care of you ‘n give you what you need.”
You moaned when he returned to sucking your clit and stroking you from the inside- it hit you so fast. Your orgasm caught you off guard and your legs snapped closed around your husband’s head. Your brain went fuzzy.
“That’s it sweetheart, so good f’me.” Geto took his time and let you come down nice and easy. There were few things he liked seeing more than your blissed out expression.
That’s not enough for him though, you were never left unsatisfied but you were in for a night of orgasm after orgasm. God he wanted to fuck his cum into you, breed you thoroughly until there was no possible way you weren’t pregnant. His pretty little wife round and swollen with their unborn baby- he couldn’t hold back.
Fully covering his body over yours to demand your attention, “How do you want it, how do you want me to breed you?” Your moan at his words was music to his ears.
“Need you deep” you pushed him off of you and flipped to your hands and knees, then arched your back and let your upper body rest on the mattress.
“Oh fuck…” your pink cunt dripping on display for him was too much for him to handle. Geto rushed to get the rest of his clothes off and lined up behind you and slid in.
As slowly as he could at first, he hadn’t stretched you out beforehand. But then you slammed your hips back onto him and- oh god he got so deep inside of you that you saw white. “Please- gimme everything daddy.” You looked back at him with glossy eyes and that was the last thread snapping. He drilled his cock into you with a pace that you didn’t know was achievable, you loved it.
“This what ya wanted baby? You need my cock in this little pussy of yours? Need bred like a good girl?” You wouldn’t be able to hear him over your own sounds if he wasn’t directly in your ear, his large frame dwarfing yours.
You could only nod with a high pitched keen that sounded like fuck me daddy. “Yeah ‘m gonna give ya every drop when this cunt milks me, gonna give ya baby after baby, keep ya pregnant for me. Just gotta stuff you full of my cum, knock you up.”
He’s losing himself in you, he pulls you up to your knees with his arm holding you up, his other hand holding your throat gently. The contrast between his thrusts and the care he put into his hand around your neck, only squeezing the side the tiniest bit to increase your pleasure; it had you fluttering around him.
“Pussy so tight f’me fuck feel me? Put your hand on your stomach, right over your womb m’bout to fill. Thats it, daddy’s so deep inside of you baby.” Pressing down over the bulge of his cock inside of you has you both getting loud in your shared pleasure.
It was over when he got his unoccupied hand down to your clit and rubbed it the way you liked, you tightened around him like a vice, your release squirted out around his cock and he spilled inside of you.
The few thrusts of overstimulation had you clenching tighter until a second mini orgasm followed.
‘S’good for me sweetheart, so good.” You’re not sure when or how it happened but you were laying on your side with your back against his chest, him still inside of you with his hand rubbing along your slightly bloated stomach. You let yourself be lulled into a nap from the post orgasm haze. Suguru sounded way too smug when he praised you.
Maybe you’d go again when you wake up- if you weren’t too sore that is…
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starogeorgina · 19 days
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𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞
Paring: Jacaerys Velaryon x reader, Aegon II Targaryen × reader
Warnings: Swearing, smut
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“If you come to Dragonstone with me, I promise I’ll never let anyone hurt you again.”
Your lower lip wobbles. You wanted to leave with him, but realistically, it wasn’t plausible. “And what happens once we arrive at Dragonstone? Your mother and Prince Daemon just accept me with open arms?”
Jacaerys looks down at his feet. He knew they wouldn’t trust you, nor would they likely wish for you to be in their home. “No, they wouldn’t at first,” he gulps down. “But we could make them see you played no part in the plan of usurping my mother's throne.”
“I didn’t even know my father had died until servants were sent to help me get dressed for Aegon’s coronation. How can I prove that?”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”
“Whatever road I take, I’ll end up in the same situation.” Feeling uncomfortable, you unconsciously pick at the skin surrounding your finger nail until it bleeds. “If I return home without Stark’s backing Aegon, I will need to face the wrath of being a failure and disappointment to my family. If I go with you to Dragonstone, and I bend my knee to Rhaenyra I’m leaving my sister and her children with the vipers.”
Suddenly your hands are pried apart. “Stop hurting yourself.”
The authority in Jacaerys tone takes you by surprise. Like most dragons, he had a fiery temper, but this was different. It was as if he was putting all his built-up rage aside to protect you. Meekly, you say, “habit.”
Jacaerys inspects your fingertips, frowning as he takes in the older cuts along with the newer ones. He turns your left hand over and runs his thumb over your palm. “I remember playing outside in the gardens when you fell and cut your hand. I’m surprised it didn’t scar.”
“I remember…” Despite your eyes becoming glossy, a chuckle escapes your lips. “My mother somehow blamed you for my falling, and you hid in your quarters for days.”
“I hid in my quarters because Ser Harwin saw me attempt to kiss your hand; I thought my mother and father would be mad when he told them.”
You smile; this was the first time you heard his version; all you remember clearly was your mother yelling in the privacy of her apartments that the ‘eldest bastard’ was to blame. “I’m guessing they weren’t?”
“Once I explained that I wanted to comfort you, she went to visit King Viserys and proposed our betrothal.” He lets go of your hands and moves his own up to gently cup your face.
“Things could have been so different if my grandsire hadn’t gotten into my mother's head. Do you think we would have been happy?”
“We still could be.”
You feel as if the air has been sucked from your lungs, making it hard to breathe. “Wh-what do you mean?” Jacaerys couldn’t possibly be implying what you thought he did. “What do you mean we still could be?”
“Marry me, here in Winterfell.”
“You have more courage than any knight I know for even posing such a thing.”
A smile curls on his lips. “It’s not a joke. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember; if you say no, I will respect that. But if you agree, for the rest of my life, I will spend every day loving you and keeping you safe. Nobody will ever be able to hurt you again.”
His eyes follow your movement as you bring his fingers to your mouth and plant a gentle kiss on them. “My sweet prince, we cannot. Aegon told me, If I betray him, then it’s your life he will take.”
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take.”
Since Northern wedding vows were shared in front of a weirwood tree in the presence of the old god that they believed in, you wanted to be careful not to offend them with your Old Valyrian custom, so Jacaerys purposed you did the ceremony yourselves, outside, surrounded by nothing but the moonlight and your dragons flying above.
You cut each other's lips with a blade made of dragonglass. Jacaerys cuts his hand and rubs a mark on each of your foreheads to signify the continuation of your bloodline. You pledge to each other, “one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.”
“I’ve va moriot jorrāelatan ao.”
“My sweet Jacaerys, I feel the same way.”
Your breath catches in your throat, and saying everything you wish becomes difficult. Jace leans down, pressing his cold lips against your own. An electric spark you’ve never felt passes through you; it was strong enough to make the snow nipping at your skin momentarily disappear. You wanted this; you wanted him. Jacaerys finally being yours felt surreal—a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.
When Jace pulls back slightly and mumbles against your lips, “We should go back inside. I don’t want my bride to catch a cold.”
Nervously, you walk towards the bed covered in layers of fur and find yourself almost digging at your nails again, but when you feel a gentle kiss pressed to the back of your neck, the tension you're holding eases slightly, but the butterflies in your stomach aren’t completely gone.
“We don’t need to do anything,” Jacaerys says quietly. “We are married now; there is no rush.”
You did want to be intimate with Jace, but now that you were standing here, you felt unworthy of him. Bruises from Aegon holding you down still linger on your skin, and it made you feel disgusting.
“I do, but... I’m afraid of what comes next,” you admit. “The repercussion of—”
He cuts you off with a kiss and says, “Whatever happens next, I’ll protect you.”
For once you hold your tongue, not wanting to loudly question how impossible that would be, You sigh, “I wish I could turn all the thoughts in my brain off, even for a short time, so I could revel in my husband's warmth.”
“I could help with that.”
Curious, you lock eyes with him. “What do you mean?”
“I could make you feel good without having sex, but only if you wish it.”
Chewing on your bottom lip, you nod. You weren’t entirely sure what his plan was, but you trusted Jace enough to follow through with his words. Taking your hand, he guides you to lay back on the bed. He kisses down your neck. “Promise me, you’ll tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Promise.”
Jacaerys kisses down your clothed body until he reaches your thighs. He pushes your skirts up to your waist, then slowly pulls your small cloth down. You await the stinging stretch of Jace pushing his cock into you at any second, but instead you feel his hot breath on your core. “Wh—what are you doing?”
“I’m going to make the sweetest thing the gods ever made.”
“Do you mean—oh fuck!”
Jace spreads your folds open with his fingers, then dips his tongue inside of you.
“Gods, that feels good!”
One of your trusted ladies in waiting once told you that a gold cloak had ‘eaten her cunny’ and shared how good it felt. Ever since you had been curious about the act, this was far better than anything you could have imagined. Jace hooks his arms around your thighs, holding you in place while turning his attention to your clitoral area and flicking over it with his tongue.
Lewd moans fall from your mouth as the coil in your stomach snaps, and you reach the first climax a man has ever given you.
Jace wipes his glistening lips and chin with his sleeve before moving up the bed and laying beside you. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, then gently caresses the soft flesh of your thigh. “We don’t need to go any further.“
“I want you, Jace; I want this.”
Hearing those words fall from your lips, he quickly lowers his breeches until his hard cock springs free. Jace rolls over, lines himself up with you, and slowly begins to push inside you. His thrusts are gentle as his touch is soft, making you feel cared for, almost safe. Jace peppers your neck in kisses while bringing his thumb to your clitoral area and starts to rub it, taking great pleasure in how tightly you squeeze him. “Gods,” he moans. “You’re so perfect, Ness; I think you were made for me.”
Tears threaten to fall from your eyes, but you fight to hold them back, not wanting to ruin the moment. Jace notices and immediately stops his movements. “Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”
“No, keep going, please, please!”
Slowly he starts to thrust into you again; he seems unsure until you wrap your legs around his waist, which encourages him to go faster again. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your peak for the second time, and Jacaerys isn’t far behind.
Your fingers glide over Jacaerys bare back as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. The both of you were sticky with sweat, but you’d stopped caring hours ago.
While being so caught up in making love, Jacaerys hadn’t noticed the bruises on your body until he collapsed, panting and gasping beside you. If it wasn’t for exhaustion overtaking him, he would still be expressing his fury.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks, his voice laced with sleep.
“How the sun is rising.”
Looking out the window, you can see the orange and pink hues of the sky, and the snowfall is becoming heavier. You take a deep breath, feeling the cool morning air fill your lungs.
Whatever happens next, you must remember that you’re the blood of the dragon, and you must be strong.
I’ve always loved you — I’ve va moriot jorrāelatan ao
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kuromochimi · 2 months
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omg okay i saw ur requests are open so… how would bl boys react if their spouse got pregnant? can u make it angsty if you can plz😝 i like hurting myself
• MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI • MINORS DNI •
oh this plot fits our career driven boys soooo much (reo’s is his gf since I didn’t notice the spouse part from the request while I was writing his part)
Content warnings: angst, talks of pregnancy and abortion, a bit ooc bc these boys are toxic here, characters are aged up! Not proof read
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Mikage Reo
Standing in front of reo had never felt as anxiety inducing as it did right now. He was your safe space, someone you’d run to whenever you felt uneasy and for the most part, he never failed to give you the comfort you needed. He was gentle, patient, and reassuring. That was… until you handed him a positive pregnancy test. As shaken as you were, reo’s world was also spiraling as he stared at the two pink lines shown on the test. Positive. He got you pregnant and right as he was at his prime as a new football player.
“No” was all he mamaged to say. “No? Reo you- you can’t just say no” you were sobbing, thinking of how you’d have to stop your studies and how you were going to have tell your parents. “I just… yn I can’t handle a baby right now. And my parents. Fuck, my parents are-“ his hands in his hair, tugging lightly in frustration. You wanted to get mad at him and scream and push him but all you could manage to do was look at him in shock. How is he the same person who cuddled you every night and bought your flowers just because. The same person who had you in his future plans and promised to marry you as soon as you both had stable careers. Amidst reo’s sweet reputation in your heart and mind, you often forgot that he was also as career driven as he was in love. Reo had already disappointed his parents once when he chose to play sports instead of working at their family’s company. Now he’s made it to a place where they can at least commend him for his choice. He can’t risk another disappointment. His parents didn’t even know he had a girlfriend.
Finding out you were pregnant, your initial response was fear which later changed to calmness because you were so sure of reo. You were so sure that he wouldn’t leave you hanging. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so hopeful after all.
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Itoshi Rin
Your relationship with rin isn’t what people think it is. Sure you were married. Sure lots of his fans adored you as well. But behind the scenes, the marriage was arranged by his parents. That said, rin was never hostile. The relationship was civil, it was peaceful even. He did his thing and you did yours.
Later on in the marriage, you both decided that since you guys were married anyway, it wouldn’t hurt to add a couple more benefits along with having each other’s (quiet and to some extent, comfortable) company. Sleeping together became a regular occurrence and without meaning to, that led to you getting pregnant, something which rin had never planned on and something he definitely won’t be happy about. You weren’t happy about it either. Not when you didn’t exactly have a healthy family to give the baby to be. Acting fast, you scrambled to your laptop to schedule yourself for an appointment to get a check up and most probably to get rid of the pregnancy. Unfortunately, in panic, you left your pregnancy test on the bathroom counter. Something that rin was welcomed with once he got home. It didn’t help that you left your laptop in the bedroom for him to see your scheduled appointments as well.
Thinking you could get by without letting rin know, you decided to act normal upon seeing him enter the kitchen. You were preparing dinner when he walked in. After smiling at him and greeting him to acknowledge his presence, you went back to dinner prep. This confused rin. Were you not going to tell him? Was the test maybe not yours? Were you fucking with him? “Really yn? Don’t you have anything to say?” “hm? what do you mean, rin? Did you want something else for dinner?” He annoyingly nodded “you’re pregnant?” This made you freeze, dropping the knife on the floor, barely missing your foot. For a second, a flash of concern hit rin’s eyes but that might as well have been your imagination. “It’s a yes then” you gave a barely there nod. “Rin I was going to tell you. I also just found out I’m sorry” he nodded again “You were going to tell me? Sure. Not like you already had an appointment with the clinic, no?” Your face lost all its color. You weren’t even sure why he was acting so annoyed. Every time your parents or his parents nudged you two to give them grandchildren, rin would always act annoyed and irritable the moment you get home. He also repeatedly expressed his refusal to have children, especially not when his career was booming. Having a wife was one thing but a child? Entirely different. He didn’t have to invest so much when it came to you. He just has to be respectful, be someone to satisfy your needs sometimes, maybe even go on a few dates here and there. Easy. But he wasn’t a monster so having a child would take up so much of his time, something he couldn’t afford to give. Was what he always said. So why was he so mad at your for just taking one step ahead? “I thought you didn’t want to have a baby, why are you mad?” You semi-shouted. “Maybe I didn’t but you can’t just decide to get rid of it on your own. That’s messed up” “okay but stop raising your voice rin, you’re scaring me. You always tell me you don’t want a baby with me so I just assumed” “Know what? Considering you seem to want to get rid of it so quick, then yeah sure, I don’t want that baby. You have my card, use it for the hospital bill or call me if you need me to be there. You probably won’t though, right?”
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a/n: I suck at writing angst but here’s an attempt o(TヘTo)
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ambcass · 24 days
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ᴊᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ || ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ.
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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. (𝐏𝐓.𝟏)
warnings: mentions of throwing up, cursing, OCC (maybe), Y/N being a lil shit, fake friends, shit talking?, mentions of ED, arguments, stalking (in the sense that!..)
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They called me a disappointment. My so-called "friends", teachers, and family. All because I couldn't be #1. I tried, I really did but I just couldn't. Ever since I lost my best friend, MY Jason.
"It's been years Y/N. Why can't you get over it? I got over it when my mom died and-" I cut her off. "How are you making this about you right now, Eveling? Your mom died when you were 5 but I've known Jason since-like forever! I snapped back. She stayed quiet and didn't dare to speak. We got to a bus stop and sat on a bench. In silence.
"I-I didn't mean to talk about your mom like that. I know it must have been hard for you" I comforted her. I didn't mean what I said. The "it must have been hard" part. I only said it because I felt bad. She turned and softly smiled at me.
"It's ok, Y/N. I know you didn't mean it." Excuse me? What did this bitch mean? "I know you didn't mean it" Is that supposed to mean something?!? I brushed it off. The bus arrived. I waved goodbye to Eveling and hopped on the bus. I gave the bus driver exactly $1.25 and sat myself in the back. It took 30 minutes to get home. I didn't mind waking up early to get ready for school but never in a million years would anyone would think a bus would be at full capacity at 6:00 AM!
I got off at my stop and headed home. I unlocked the door. Great. No one home again? On the dining table was a note that stated,
*Back home late. (1 the latest)
*Left leftovers in the fridge.
*Be in bed by 10.
Love, Mom.
okayyy. I walked towards my room. Starting my homework while trying to get rid of the thought of giving up. Not even 27 minutes later, I gave up. I went to the kitchen to heat up the leftovers. My phone started ringing, and Eveling wanted to call. I picked up my phone.
"Hello?" I spoke. In her usual bubbly self, she replied to me in an enthusiastic voice. "Hi! Y/N, I'm at a sleepover right now but it's pretty boring so I decided to call you." The majority of the call time went from her telling me what was going on during the sleepover and me responding with many mhms, cool, and yeahs. I thought the call was going perfectly fine. Our calls were always like this. I listen while she talks. My stomach started to ache. I felt nauseous. I wanted to throw up.
"Eveling, I'm going to the bathroom," I ran to the bathroom because I was sure that leftovers were causing me to feel so sick. After multiple attempts to throw up, I finally got it out of my system. I washed my face and walked out to the kitchen counter.
My phone was on speaker. My phone was always on speaker. She knows this. So, why did she say those things about me? I walked into Eveling telling her friends shit about me.
"Y/N? I think the only reason why she rushed to the bathroom so quickly was because of her eating disorder!" she was giggling. Laughing even. My heart sank to the core of the Earth. Tears were being held back. I slowly walked back to the bathroom. I shouted,
"I'm doneee!" My voice was about to crack but from the speaker, I could hear her friend ask, "Are you sure she didn't hear?" and to that she responded with "We would have heard her fatass stomp around." They all laughed. At this point, I was done. Fuck this- you know what.
"You know what we can all hear? YOUR fatass stomping around for food. Get your fee, fai, foo, fum ass the fuck outa here. Y'know damn well, I'll run your shit. So, don't testtt mee." I retorted at her and hung up. I stormed to my room and slammed the door. I was too mad to cry. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest. The few minutes of desired silence were interrupted. Knock. Knock. Two knocks came from my window. I didn't pay much attention, I thought it was squirrels.
Knock, knock, knock. This time the knocks became more intense and repetitive. I got up, walked up to my window, and opened my curtains. A man with a red helmet, leather jacket, and a suit with a red Batman symbol on it. I flinched and closed the curtains. The man knocked on the window again. He spoke,
"Y/N, don't be so scared." His voice. It sounded like a deeper and huskier version of Jason's.
He's dead. That's not Jason. THAT'S NOT JASON. I tried telling myself this but for some reason no matter how much I tried to restrain, I walked closer and closer to the window. I reopened the curtains.
I took another step and opened the window completely. I allowed this unknown man, who was pretty muscular into my home. He entered my room. The two of us meet eye to eye. He took off his helmet, it released steam, and it had a click to it.
"It's been a while, hasn't it Y/N?" I raised my brows. A man who looked 6'0, with short black fluffy hair and a white streak asked me. He looked like Jason? I thought, but he would never dye his hair with a conry white streak in it.
"I don't know you..." I was lying. I knew who he was but I just needed the confirmation.
"So, you would let a random stranger in your house? What? Is it cause I haven't been there to protect you all these years or is it because you know who I am and you're just playing dumb?" He asked.
It was truly him. He was back and I had so many questions but he's back. My Jason is back and I'll make sure he won't leave me again.
a/n: i was gna post last week but :)...
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zvdvdlvr · 2 months
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— Drive All Night
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— 🖊️. Synopsis. You’ve been quiet; more quiet than normal. Gibbs wants you to know that despite as stoic as he is, he does care. (inspired by ‘call your mom’ by noah kahan and lizzy mcalpine)
— 🖊️. Warnings. Ooc Gibbs but idc. Comfort fic kinda. I self project. Mentions suicide. Mentions Shannon and Kelly Gibbs.
— 🖊️. Tracklist. Track One Track Two Track Three Track Four Track Five
Gibbs looked over at your form, slumped over. He looked at his watch: 23:37. You were usually the person to stay late, to work on the things that were undesirable for everyone else. You hadn’t left the building earlier than 20:00 in months.
He knew why- or rather, knew of why you stayed late. Jenny had told him you had problems, problems taking care of yourself and neglecting yourself; sometimes choosing to take out your own anger and depression on yourself. But you were the best of the best. In fact, you were the best and the youngest. Aged twenty eight.
“Y/n.”
You snapped up, eyes landing on your boss’s. “What’s- what do you need?” You asked, setting your pen down and closing the file.
Gibbs watched you watch him, rigid in your chair.
He knew you were scared to trust; to open your heart and let people in. You had been working for NCIS and had only went out for drinks with the team thrice- Ducky’s birthday, Ziva’s birthday, and Abby’s birthday. You were included, but you seperated yourself for reasons unknown.
“I want to go for a drive. Come with me,” Gibbs said.
Lately, Gibbs had noticed how tired you were, closing your eyes for longer amounts of time, straight chugging your coffee, and getting in and leaving althe office after Gibbs got there. But you were efficient, getting not only your paperwork done, but working on most of Tony’s as well (something that made Gibbs unusually mad).
You were literally working yourself to death and chose to add more to the pile. Was it to get away from your thoughts? To get away from your home situation? What were you running from?
“I have work to do-“
Gibbs chuckled. “You’re the fastest agent to complete their paperwork. You do Tony’s. Tim’s, even. You’re more than ahead on your reports.”
You gnawed at your lip. “Sir, I’m getting ready to go home.”
Liar. Gibbs shook his head in amusement. “That’s an order, y/n.”
At that, you shut off your light and grabbed your coat. “Ok.”
The walk to the elevator was quiet. You wondered what Gibbs wanted. Were you getting fired? You had not done anything out of the ordinary recently… what could Gibbs want?
You climbed into the passenger seat and prayed you were keeping your job.
Gibbs started the truck and drove out of the parking lot. “So,” he started.
You didn’t say anything. You just looked out the window, taking in the life. “What do you want?”
“To know,” Gibbs replied. He turned down the radio and kept his eyes trained forward.
“Know about…?” You prompted, cutious as to what he wanted.
Gibbs shrugged. “You.”
“Y/n l/n, aged 28. My eyes are-“
“Not from your file.”
Silence fell. You didn’t have amything interesting to say about yourself other than the fact that you went to the gym and had an extensive collection of sunset polaroids. And there was no way Gibbs wanted to know about your childhood. That sould be disappointing. Disappointing to tell him about how ordinary and unimportant you were, your own family leaving you. It’s disappointing- exactly the reason why she did what she did: to be more than disappointing. In fact, you had a new reason not to be a disappointment: Gibbs. He, in your time at NCIS, had become one of the few people you never wanted to disappoint.
“Well then… I don’t know what you want to know,” you mumbled dully. Please, you thought, don’t let this change your opinion of me.
Gibbs looked over to see you already looking at him. He couldn’t see your expression, but you looked like you were already thinking about what he would say next.
“Tell me something, y/n. Anything.” Gibbs stated. He slowed down and turned left. He himself didn’t seem to have a destination, making you wonder how long Gibbs would drive around.
You didn’t want to talk, but you yearned for Gibbs to know, to look at everything you’ve gone through and done and understand why you are the way you are.
Of course you trust him, though. That’s not the problem for once. The problem is you don’t want Gibbs to get the wrong impression of you, or come to the conclusion that you’re a fraud or something.
“Tell me something about you first,” you shot back easily, relaxing a little bit into the seat.
So, Gibbs told you about a woman named Shannon and a beautiful baby girl named Kelly. He told you about Shannon’s rules, how he knew that she was the one. A young Leroy Gibbs knew that Shannon Fielding would be the love of his life.
And Gibbs also told you about the case that killed them: the gun, the bullet, and the casing. He told you about his habits after they died, how cold and snappy he was. He told you about- despite his madness- a certain Donald Mallard kept forcing his way into Gibbs’ life, making sure Gibbs knew he wasn’t alone.
“What I’m tryin’ to tell ya is… we are here for you, kid. You aren’t truly alone in this miserable world,” Gibbs finished quietly.
By now, Gibbs had parked in front of a house- his house?- and completely torn down the barrier between boss and coworker.
You weren’t gonna lie, you were crying by now. Tears silently streaming down your cheeks as the man you most admired and looked up to told you about the best and worst days of his life- all the while he had no idea about who you are.
“I didn’t-“ you started, sniffling. You turned to look at him, tears blurring your vision. Some of the phrases he had used to describe his pain rang in your ears and Gibbs knew it- he knew you could relate to some of the things he said and felt.
“Stay the night, kiddo,” Gibbs said, reaching over to pat your shoulder.
As he exited the truck, you felt more tears burning in your eyes: that pat on the back literally gave y/n a reason to live.
Maybe, y/n thought, all the lights that had shut off could turn back on.
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Can I request a fem reader x frollo in an arranged marriage?
The strands of will
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warning : obsession, implied dark theme, fluff/comfort
Info : Thanks for the request anon have fun reading hope you like it and everyone else too;)
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°It was a forced marriage as she saw it a bourgeois aristocrat from one of the post-bourgeois towns around Paris. Since her only child's sons had died in the war, she was the sole heiress to her father's lands, money and reputation. ,,You will not disgrace us, the judge is a good match," she heard her mother say as she helped her daughter into a dress for the first court appearance, the first meeting with her new husband.
°She had heard about him from Judge Claude Frollo, the man who didn't just want people from his town to come and laugh and dance. He ruled Paris with an iron fist and was his own proud man. But he didn't seem to have an interest in women apart from his own righteousness. He was almost three times as old as a man in his fifties who had married a young woman in twenty years of life.
°It was a match she knew to be the best, however, as there could be nothing better. ,,Yes mother I won't disappoint you" she replied before the cords were pulled tighter around her back and only a few minutes later she was invited to tea in the meeting room. ,,My beautiful bride-to-be, it's a pleasure to meet you," the older man greeted her and gave her a kiss on the back of the hand. She curtseyed and smiled cautiously, ,,It's a pleasure to meet you," she replied and sat down opposite him as the family chatted about their soon-to-be husband.
°The wedding at Notre Dame was a great golden wedding, a time of prosperity in which even the people could participate from the outside. When the two said yes to each other, she felt his cool hand on hers and he lifted his veil. ,,I will take good care of you forever, my wife," he murmured as he gave her a surprisingly gentle kiss. The two of them walked out of the church, past the rich people, past her family, who gave their only living child into the arms of the judge, and together they entered a carriage.
°She knew the way to his home, she had looked at a map of the city and wanted to at least find her way around her new "home". His paralysis was true, but his gaze on her was not a look that she could not organize and would not be able to in the next few weeks. She learned that apart from his interest in justice, he perhaps liked her violin playing. ,,Please play again for me, darling," he asked her most evenings when they went through the house together after dinner in the music room to the sound of the violin.
°But she also knew that this righteousness, this hatred and stress he unloaded on her. He could be just too gentle, giving her clothes, sheet music, instruments, colors and being gentle to her. But when he didn't let the traveling musicians get away from him, it was like he was burning in hell. His rough manner, the feelings that came over him, he locked her in the house, ,,You're too good for this scum," he said with a flash of madness in his eyes before the door slammed. His kisses were more eager than usual, as if he were possessed.
°The only thing he never mentioned was her wedding itself, as if they had known each other forever, he loved her, had an obsession for her and didn't want to lose her in life to hate. She was his property and he knew that at the end of the day she had no choice but to love him in one way or another.
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Day 12 of Via’s Taycember
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x reader
wc: 1k
cw: verbal abuse, anger, depression, guilt
an: listen ik this would’ve been better suited for last year but wtv
The boos from the crowd filled Trent’s head on the field when he let yet another winger get past his futile defence. They filled his head as he walked off the field in shame, not daring to look up, ignoring the outstretched hands and the mouths hurling insults at him. They filled his head as he quickly changed in the locker, then hid himself in a corner as Klopp went over their game, disappointment heavy in his voice. And when his eyes found Trent cowering in his corner, they filled with pity.
I've been having a hard time adjusting, I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting. I didn't know if you'd care if I came back, I have a lot of regrets about that
Trent had been having a hard time adjusting to the changes in the team, his more common position as a defender rather than a midfielder. He’d shone so brightly in that position, making the right tackles, intercepting the ball on vital plays, getting it to the right-wingers and forwards, really proving to everyone that he knew what he was doing. He was a vital part of this team and kept it winning.
But now it seemed as if he was rusting, that shine long gone. He felt as if he was getting worse every game, letting more and more opposing players successfully attack his team, getting the ball past him and scoring those vital goals. He didn’t know who to turn to, talk about his feelings and try to help himself from within, especially with you. He had no idea if you’d even care if he came home after his wretched games, his never-ending training sessions. But it was you. You would never judge him or turn him away. He should've come home that first day, a deep regret filling his wounded soul even more.
Pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could've followed my fears all the way down and maybe I don't quite know what to say but I'm here in your doorway
He pulled the car to the side of the road, trying to calm himself down. His hands were shaking very violently, his breaths were short and useless, and his vision became blurred to the point of near blindness. He felt consumed by his fears, trying so desperately hard not to follow them all the way down that deepening chasm inside of him and drown himself in whatever lay at the bottom.
Somehow, he made it to your house, not able to remember the drive back or even restarting the car from that spot off the road, but there he stood in your doorway, so out of place in the welcoming entrance with his fidgeting self. He didn't know what to say to you when you opened the door, no sound able to escape his lips, but he’d still made it to you.
I just wanted you to know, that this is me trying
You didn’t need him to say anything; you understood perfectly what he needed. You pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around you as you rubbed his back and head, and you felt him sob into your shoulder.
They told me all of my cages were mental, so I got wasted like all my potential, and my words shoot to kill when I'm mad, I have a lot of regrets about that
All Trent ever heard, from the so-called fans, from the whispers of his teammate’s families, was that this was just something in his mind, made-up and easy to overcome. Because he’d made up the idea that he was struggling mentally himself, an easy fix he should’ve done ages ago after the first game as a failure. It only served to make everything worse, as he lost even more focus, on the ball, on the other players, on his own team, who now looked at him with a mixture of disgust and disappointment. Perhaps the occasional pitiful smile, but even then, what was the point?
It all came to a head when he finally lost control of his growing anger and yelled at a particularly cruel fan who kept berating him, voice loud and clear from the sand no matter where he was. It had taken several of his teammates and the referee to pull him away from the shocked fan, who only stared at Trent as he was dragged away to the locker room to isolate himself from the crowd and cameras and let him dispel his anger and guilt in private.
When Klopp came back in to check on him, he’d not expected to see a sobbing Trent on the floor, leaning against the lockers, with tears streaming down as the regret of losing control of his anger and being a horrific defender and losing Liverpool their games came out in a wave of emotions.
I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere. Fell behind all my classmates, and I ended up here pouring out my heart to a stranger but I didn't pour the whiskey
He thought back to when he’d shone in the academy and captained the junior-level team to glorious victory over and over again. They’d thought he’d shine brightly on the senior team, which he’d done in the Champions League finals at such a young age.
But now, it seemed he’d chase that success so far it just turned right back around to the beginning, where he’d struggled to even kick a ball. Where before he’d excelled better than his fellow teammates in the Academy and junior teams, now he was sitting at a desolate bar, spilling out his troubles to the stranger sitting next to him over an empty glass, devoid of the whiskey he’d planned on pouring to soften their minds a little.
And it's hard to be at a party when I feel like an open wound. It's hard to be anywhere these days when all I want is you. You're a flashback in a film reel on the one screen in my town
An afterparty, celebrating a winning game hard-fought by everyone on the team, Trent included. For once, his defending wasn’t too bad, enough to stop the attacking opposition, enough to get help from his own teammates. They might’ve won by a singular goal, a beauty of a shot by Mohamed Salah, but a win was a win, so welcoming after such a difficult season fighting for points in the mid-table.
But even then, Trent felt that chasm in him stay like an open wound, so, so deep, blackening his heartbroken soul. He could only think about you, your warm hold, but he didn’t know when he would ever be able to be embraced by you like that again. It seemed like the only time he ever saw you was a film screen as a flashback, so loving but trapped behind a cage of a screen, never able to break through. Or perhaps it was he who was trapped.
Somehow, he finally fell into your embrace once more, he spoke the words he needed to get out, to tell you without any room for thought otherwise.
And I just wanted you to know that this is me trying. At least I'm trying
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Damn Those Dog Tags - Part 16: In the Blood
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📖I'm amused you guys voted on this one as the one that inspired DTDT. I wouldn't say this one was one of the big three, but it ended up becoming my inspiration for Jake's backstory.
Also, this was me after that last part: 🏃‍♀️<-🔱🔥
I'm so sorry I broke all of your hearts with part 15! They have a happy ending, I swear! We just have to get through the angst first... And Sadie... Oh dear... I cried writing this... so it's safe to say maybe bring tissues?
❗️+18, strong language, godmother reader/original female character, original child character, Shitty family dynamics, Angst, talk about break ups, talk about therapy, probably inaccurate dogfight descriptions (I tried my best!), Jake is going through it, Emotional & Protective Sadie (She needs her own warning), & Protective Bradley.
#6K words
Part 16 | Masterlist | Part 17
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It had to be the shock.
The reason why there were gaps in your memory. You don’t remember climbing into the front seat of Rooster's Bronco. Or even putting on your seat belt or him pulling out of the parking lot.
He probably had to do it for you.
You had to remind yourself he was driving you home. That you just very publically broke up with Jake in the Hard Deck. Spit-roasted George with very colourful vernacular.
You'd have to explain to Penny why you were swearing in her bar again. But you had a more pressing predicament than wondering what might happen in the aftermath of that experience, which would presumptively have Hangman's callsign back on the sign in the bathroom.
Even with a broken heart, you felt like you were a child being allowed to sit in the front seat of a car. Under the scrutiny of an "I'm not mad, just disappointed" parent driving you home from school. White hot anxiety coursed through your veins with the assumption you did something so incredibly wrong; you just didn't know what.
Rooster was eerily silent. Next to the roar of his engine and AC fan, the silence was constructing. Suffocating. He should be gloating, listing off all the ways you ignored him, ignored the team that day on the soccer field. All the ways he was going to hurt Hangman the next time he saw him.
It was driving you insane.
"Are you going to gloat? Say, I told you so?" you finally huffed through your tears when it became too much. "Hangman did what he does best?"
"Not today, Liz."
Out of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them. It almost made it worse. Like you were genuinely expecting a verbal argument, and the fact you weren't getting one was making you pout like an actual child.
"I'm sorry for what happened," he offered eventually, after a pregnant pause. A horrible scraggly sound accompanied your hiccup.
"I should never have let Sadie invite him to Saturday nights."
"No, I'm sorry for what I said in your hallway," he countered. "For the way I acted."
Ironic, isn't it? The person you knew to be the most childish when expressing his emotions was sobering your petulant thoughts and behaviour. Even when your mind and obsessive internal dialogue went, why the fuck did he think now was a good time as any to apologize?!
You dropped your chin to your chest. "But you did," you huffed, hugging yourself against the sudden chill. “In front of Sadie, no less.”
Had you turned your head, you would have seen Bradley nodding absentmindedly, his eyes staring blankly at the road.
“It was uncalled for, Liz. The fact you felt you needed to hide it from me….” he trailed off. You sniffed, wiping at your cheeks, letting him gather his words. "I get it. Why you didn't. I wouldn't have taken the news differently even if you had told me. It might have been worse."
“Still, I should have told you,” you offered, shaking your head before staring out the window, watching the trees blur by. “Not that it matters now.”
Bradley gritted his teeth, hands flexing on the steering wheel. He wanted to mouth off. Not about you ignoring his warnings but all the ways Hangman was a complete and utter cock.
He couldn't. You didn't deserve that in the fragile state you were in. Fragile wouldn't even be in the vocabulary of words Bradley would ever use to describe you. Hangman had made you like this, played you and your feelings.
It was never going to be your fault. He had realized that after the fight. When he promised he'd be there for you and Sadie, he didn't know what that meant or what it looked like.
A punch to Jake's face? Hearing it after the fact? Not actually being there to witness it? Him rambling off all the things he hated about Hangman? Ultimately, Bradley could only offer a measly retort of, "He's an asshole."
You swallowed hard. You couldn't deny Bradley's remark.
Jake being an asshole at that moment was him being Hangman, a side you thought you'd never have to see. For him to so readily agree with George, there was no other way you couldn’t interpret those words as anything but him playing you, using you.
Had he not given you that condensing grin and spoken those words, you might have believed he was merely being triggered by the presence of his brother.
You should have been waiting for the other shoe to drop. You felt foolish, naive, and utterly lost. The grief of losing Ridley was and had always been a constant companion, but this felt different. It was the realization that you had let him in and allowed him to become a part of Sadie's life and yours. You had trusted him, and he had betrayed that trust in the cruellest way possible.
You just wanted to know why? Why he lashed out at you? Why did he act like he cared when he didn’t?
Why? Why? Why?
You’d never get an answer from him now. You wanted to stay away from him, ignore him, avoid every mention or instance of him and his fucking callsign. The wall was back up, and it would never come back down. Instead, fixing your eyes on his dashboard, with no judgment in your voice, you asked Bradley, “Why Roo? Why did you lash out like that?”
Bradley sighed once, tapping his thumb against his steering wheel.
“Loving any of us is a death sentence, Liz. One day you might wake up and find one of us is gone. Just like that.” He shuttered in a breath. “I think, in some twisted way, I wanted to spare you the pain of losing someone you were in love with that way.”
He tried to find the words to explain his next point delicately, but there was no other way he could say it to you without not getting his point across. “You don’t handle grief well, Liz. You barely found the strength to carry on had it not been for Sadie.”
You huffed, knowing deep down he was right but doing absolutely everything in your power to keep denying it. You weren’t doing this today. If not, ever.
Bradley heard you but continued anyway, leaving your reaction tucked away for later. “I didn’t want you to end up like my mom. Sadie to end up like me. Cause him? He always flew like he had nothing to lose; he would do something foolish sooner than later. You would be left to mourn him. For Sadie to mourn him. I didn’t want that for you.”
He paused, letting his words sink in. Yet, you blurted out suddenly, "You need to go to therapy, Roo."
Bradley laughed softly. You looked over at him, slightly worried he might be having a fit. But it was a genuine reaction. And despite everything, you caught a tiny smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
You shouldn't be laughing. Not with the heavyweight still pressing down on your chest. Yet, sitting next to Rooster as he drove you home, his laughter was the only thing that seemed to be cutting through the heavy fog weighing over you.
Nothing could be done to suppress the laugh that bubbled up inside your chest. Bradley's grin widened, his laughter louder when he realized you were fighting your own. You couldn't help but join him. Whether the pain in your chest was from the laughter or the heartache, you couldn’t tell.
When the two of you finally managed to stop laughing, Bradley admitted with laboured breath. "I am, actually."
You turned to face him, utterly shocked. "Since when?!"
"Two days after." He doesn't need to be explicit. You know what he's referring to. "There's someone on base. I've only had one session so far, but it's making me realize I should have gone sooner."
You stared at him in disbelief.
If he had told you that, come to you while you were still working, or if he had called or even texted, you would have forgiven him instantly. You couldn't hold what he did to you against him after an admission like that.
"I'm proud of you, Bradley," you said, wiping your nose. "I really am."
He glanced over at you, a level of warmth in his eyes. “I needed to hit rock bottom and get a push by a few people. People who cared.”
His response was cryptic. It couldn't have been just you and Sadie, not after how you screamed at him or after Sadie kicked him out. Or even anyone on the Squad. It made you wonder who was his catalyst for the sudden change of thought. For now, you were just glad he was getting help.
You gave him a small smile, making Bradley reach over and grab your hand, squeezing it tightly. You gripped it back, but when he went to let go, you tightened your hand in panic.
"Just... Don't let go. Not yet."
Bradley didn't let go, driving one-handed the remainder of the journey back to your house. The two of you didn't say anything else. You sat silently even when he pulled into your driveway and turned off the ignition.
You didn't want to get out of his Bronco. You didn't want to walk into your house and see all the traces of Jake. You didn't want to gather his things in his bag. Leave them on the front porch, or change the spot for the emergency key.
But that was what happened when you went through a breakup, right? These were the things that needed to be done.
Bradley broke the extended silence, his voice deep and gentle when he asked, "What will you tell Sadie?"
Sadie.
You paused. You didn't really need to think about your answer. Just the weight of what it truly meant to say it out loud.
"The truth. As I've always done."
This was your worst fear about dating. The one that arose when you became Sadie's guardian. The one that so precariously dangled over your head when you told Jake you were a package deal. It wasn't the threat of betrayal, wasted time, or memories turning bittersweet.
As bad as that was at the Hard Deck, as broken and in pieces as your heart was, telling Sadie would be worse.
Jake broke your heart.
Now you had to break Sadie's too.
You glanced at Bradley, searching his eyes before asking him quietly, "Wanna come with me to pick her up from Penny's?"
Bradley smiled, nodding softly.
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It was the eighth time the F-18s had flown this exercise this week. Coyote, Rooster, Hangman, and even Maverick, all had taken turns flying it with each other, in pairs, to navigate an imaginary narrow terrain.
Had Hangman been paying more attention, he would have questioned the sudden need to practice this particular exercise repeatedly and why it was just them, not Phoniex, Bob, Payback, and Fanboy. The first few times had been a simple flight test, learning the route, the twists, and the turns.
He was never more ruthless than in the cockpit, especially now. All that was child's play compared to some of the stuff he had done throughout his Naval carrier.
But today's addition? They wanted to see how they handled the pattern while dog fighting.
Rooster had decided to make it personal.
"Come on, Hangman!" Rooster taunted through the comms. "Is that all you've got?"
Hangman gritted his teeth, his hands gripping the controls, knuckles white. He was pushing his jet to the limit, narrowly avoiding Rooster's ‘fire’ as the alarm from the targeting system filled his cockpit.
The turn in the valley afforded Hangman the opportunity for some leeway to move out of the way. Barely.
"Come on! You're flying like a rookie today!" Rooster taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Thinking about what you did to Liz?"
Hangman's jaw tightened, and he forced himself to focus on the controls. "This isn't the time, Rooster," he snapped, but the cocky twang had lost its touch.
Rooster just laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "Oh, I think it's the perfect time. You need a reminder of what a colossal fuck-up you were."
"I know what I did," Hangman growled, banking hard to the right to avoid Rooster's aggressive maneuvers. The asshole was gaining on him, even with how carefree he seemed to be with his taunts.
"Still thinking about Liz?" Rooster's voice was a sneer, crackling through his headset, and Hangman could hear the satisfaction. "Maybe that's why you're losing."
"Focus on the fight," Hangman snapped, anger boiling in his chest.
"Oh, I am," Rooster replied, his voice crackling through the headset and dripping with contempt.
The mountainsides and the green of the trees were a blur as Hangman and Rooster approached the end of the valley. Hangman could hear his heartbeat against the sound of his own breath in his oxygen mask.
Rooster didn't need to say the obvious aloud. Hangman was thinking about you. He couldn't shake the image of your face from that night.
Broken. Sad. Devastated.
He wanted to close his eyes, get lost in the moments when he would awake in your bed, finding you next to him. In your touch. In your voice.
When he hadn't fucked it up.
But he couldn't.
He rolled the F-18 over once he was clear of the mountains and the flight pattern, finally able to use open space to retaliate and flip around. There was only a few seconds left in their time limit.
If Rooster wanted a dogfight, he'd given him a dogfight while he still could.
"Where are you? Where are you?" he drawled aloud. He kept his eyes on the sky, searching for any indication Rooster was nearby as the seconds ticked away. But he was nowhere to be found.
"Time!"
Hangman didn't trust Rooster would listen to Maverick's call. He'd even go as far as to admit the man was almost like him, dead set on proving a point when it mattered. At least Hangman could demonstrate some restraint.
Sure enough, Rooster's voice echoed as his plane came into view. Swinging up and hanging upset down from directly under him.
Inverted.
"Forget to look below?"
Hangman finally had enough.
"Want me to take one out of your book?!" he yelled, staring up through the glass, never once taking his eyes off Rooster as he jolted the stick to the side, rotating the plane over in time with Roosters.
Into a damn spiral dive. A fucking corkscrew.
Rooster grunted with the effort of withstanding the Gs on his body. Hangman was no different, bracing hard as he fought against the controls. Neither one listened to Mav shouting over the airway or the different tone alerts signalling information.
"You think this proves something?" Hangman's voice was cold and ruthless even though he gritted his teeth. "Break off now, and maybe you won't embarrass yourself."
"Embarrass myself?" Rooster spat back. "Like you did with Liz?"
His response was automatic, like reading a script he had long since memorized. "Life is hard, Rooster. It's cruel and unforgiving. You can either whine about it, or you can face it head-on. You think you're going to prove something, kid, by keeping me here?!"
"Watch me!" 
The world faded out. Nothing mattered but the two pilots, locking in that spin, seemingly staring each other down. 
Yet, Hangman was completely unaware he was running out of space. The Terrain! Terrain! Pull Up! Pull Up! was background noise on muffled ears, as were Maverick's increasing shouts for the pair to stop and break away. 
He was too caught up in everything to care. Rooster would have to break away first. He wouldn't give out.
He wouldn't let him win. 
But then a voice, soft and delicate despite the alarms, shouts and struggles of the Jet's engine broke through the haze.
Jake.
It was a blast of bright light like the sun suddenly blinded the corner of his eyes. For whatever spoke to him, it had been as close as he had ever been to hitting beyond the hard deck. He finally pulled up on the control stick, saving himself just in time and avoiding hitting Rooster. 
His breath was harsh, anger on the edge of boiling over as he levelled the jet. And when he finally returned to the correct altitude, Hangman ripped the oxygen mask from his face, fighting the urge to hit something, as Rooster's chuckles filled the air.
"Hangman! Rooster! Get back to base. Now!"
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"Do the two of you want to get kicked out?! How could you be so stupid!?"
Nat's question was rhetorical. Hangman and Rooster were stupid. It was so deeply entrenched into their entire being she knew she was wasting her breath by even pointing it out.
A reminder didn't hurt, though.
She had her eyes set on Hangman, but Rooster wasn't very off, sliding his way over to the blonde pilot who had only just started his post-flight checks after getting his jet back into the hanger.
He was deadset on ignoring her, not once glancing her way as she stomped toward him.
“What will Liz say when she finds out how reckless the two of you were?!”
His reaction made her pause; his hands froze from where they were adjusting a valve. Had she turned away, she wouldn't have caught the grimace on his face - however slight or brief it made have been.
“Oh, you didn’t hear what he did?” Rooster called out, smirking from his perch, leaning against a nearby table and crossing his elbows. He may have promised not to gloat around you, but the squad was fair game.
"Liz even slapped him for it too."
Confusion, shock, and pure anger crossed her face in the three seconds she took to glare at Jake. Heat laced her voice as she asked, "What the fuck did you do?"
Liz would never, she thought, only if she had to.
Jake bowed his head, slamming the panel of the jet closed with a hard bang. He turned, gritting his jaw and standing straight, ignoring Nat’s heated question. Rooster chuckled from the side, uncrossing his arms to stride forward.
“Oh, he did exactly what we expected him to,” he filled the silence. “He hurt Liz and left her out to dry, saying she and Sadie were nothing but a bit of fun to pass the time. And when she confronted him about it, he went right for the kill, not concerned about who he would hurt in the process.”
The rest of the Squad was nearby when they heard Rooster’s words, awaiting the fall out of that aerial display. They gathered around the pair, faces twisting with disdain as a dangerous silence befell the room, each looking from Rooster to Jake, reflecting varying degrees of disbelief, shock and, more predominantly, anger.
Jake's eyes were dark, his face tight with suppressed emotion. For a moment, it looked like he might lash out, defend himself, try to explain. But he didn’t. No one would believe him anyway.
"Damn you, Hangman," Phoenix whispered, her voice breaking. "We trusted you."
The room seemed to deflate as the truth sank in. Bob, who had been silent until now, let out a long breath, his face pale. He couldn’t help but think of Sadie. She would be devastated.
“So did Liz,” Rooster smirked, clearly enjoying the discomfort he was causing Jake.
Jake's eyes narrowed, his voice cold and defensive. "You think you know everything, don't you, Rooster? You abandoned her when she needed you most. For what? To prove a point? Now you’re acting all righteous?”
Something hard flashed in Rooster’s eyes. “At least I owned up to my mistake and apologized. I never pretended to be something I wasn’t! I never fucked around with her heart!”
Jake let out a condescending laugh. “You think she came running to you because she trusts you? She couldn’t even tell you she was seeing me. What does that say about you? She doesn't trust you as much as you think.”
Rooster grinned. “If that were true, she wouldn’t have come to me in that aftermath. After all, she asked me to drive her home,” he said mockingly. “We even went together to break the news to Sadie.”
Jake clenched his fist at the mention of Sadie, charging forward to ready a punch to Bradley’s smug ass face. But Bradley didn’t move, still smiling as Jake stared him down last minute as the Dagger’s jumped to Bradley’s defence.
Jake’s guilt over you and Sadie wouldn’t let him follow through on that punch. Bradley was sure of it. Even with the rest of the daggers looming around, he knew Jake would still be seeking your approval, even if you would never give it to him again.
How disturbing would it be for him to know little less than three weeks ago, Bradley had been at the end of the team's disapproval as they backed Jake.
The tables had turned. Nobody would stand behind him after what he did to Liz now.
The two were locked in an intense stare-down, Jake more rattled than he let on and Bradley unnerving calm. It wasn’t until there was a slamming of a door echoing from somewhere in the hangar did the Squad suddenly walk away from the feuding pair, not wanting to be caught in the crosshairs, already on their phones to message Liz. the only one who had stayed was Nat, wondering how she could have ever thought Hangman was capable of change.
“Rooster! Hangman! My office!” Maverick's voice boomed from somewhere within the empty hanger.
When neither moved or peeled their eyes away from the other, Mav’s voice rang out again, this time enough to rattle off the hollow steel walls, making Nat jolt from the force of it.
“Now!”
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As a team, the Daggers celebrated everything. Maverick labelled it moral support and team-building. Jake realized long ago it was just his way of getting all the pilots out of the hangers to experience life. Not that he ever complained.
After the lashing he got earlier, it was surprising that he and Rooster were still invited. It was clear as day nobody wanted him here.
It was the second anniversary of the Urianum mission. The official anniversary of the creation of the squad. Jake missed the last one, so he wasn't sure what to expect. A beach party. A game of dogfight football. A bonfire.
Jake couldn’t care less what was going on. You and Sadie would have been here with him had he not snapped.
Somewhere down the line, everything had become blurred. The day he had been dubbed “Hangman” - they said he was surgical, precise, unfeeling - the perfect pilot.
It gave him purpose and confirmation. He’d even make the stretch to say acceptance. He embedded it. Cause nothing else mattered. It worked the facade. It kept people at a distance and shielded him from judgment and expectations.
But now? Things were different. You, Sadie… the two of you got under his skin.
Would you, would have anyone, listened to the truth after the fact? That he only agreed with George to throw it back in his face? To cockily stand up and remark that he was better off than he had been in years?
Then you heard him. Heard him agree with George and assume so readily it had all been a game. You had never believed he was everything his callsign represented.
You were hurt. Angry. And those words he uttered proved every word you had probably been told about him, words you had ignored. It stung, the words you had yelled back at him. You had given him a chance before, so why didn’t you have faith in him then?
The facade returned. He opened his mouth, and his father and George came out instead. Hangman came out instead.
He had sworn so long ago he would never become like them. Yet here he was, inflicting the same trauma and patterns onto you. He had proved he was just as capable of the same cruelty and manipulation his father was.
You would never forgive him after that. It’s what he did best.
The only person who seemed to stand being around him right now was Javy, but he had left to get another drink, leaving Jake alone next to their bonfire, missing you.
You would have been in his arms, lying up against his chest. The pair of you staring out to the water, watching Sadie hunt for sea shells like she hunted for bugs. He would have stolen a kiss or two, unashamed of the PDA, maybe even purposely putting on a show to intentionally piss off the squad and make you blush.
The two of you would have laughed at Sadie. Maybe he would have been tempted to get up, grab her, and topple the both of them into the water. Rooster didn't need to remind him of what he lost when the absence of both of you was staring him in the face.
"You hurt my aunt."
Well... he was half right.
"You're going to get the both of us in trouble," Jake called out, not bothering to look up from the sand. He knew she'd come for him sooner than later, no matter your wishes. With all your threats to Bradley about revoking his Sadie privileges, Jake never would have thought he’d be receiving those threats too.
Sadie stepped onto the tree log behind him, spreading her arms wide to balance herself before jumping, landing softly on the ground.
"Since when have I done anything I'm supposed to," she argued heatedly.
It took her every ounce of strength not to lay into him like she wanted. She was desperately holding herself back. Because this was extremely different than Uncle Roo hurting her Aunt's feelings.
Hangman messed with her Aunt's heart.
This one was on her.
"Who did you escape to get over here?” Jake still couldn’t bring himself to look at her, reaching over to grab a stick in the sand.
“Aunt Nat. She thinks I’m with Uncle Bob.”
You picked up a shift today where Aunt Penny was working with you. So when the offer to stay with Amelia or sit around at the Hard Deck for most of the afternoon, Sadie opted to join you.
Little did you know she had other ideas. When Aunt Nat came by to steal her away, to join the others with the promise she'd keep her away from Hangman, Sadie saw the perfect opportunity.
Aunt Nat didn't know her tricks as well as she thought. A mad and angry Sadie was a conniving Sadie.
Jake said nothing, choosing to poke the sand with the stick in his hand before adding to the fire.
Sadie knew he was stalling, making small talk to avoid talking about what he did. She had played that card enough to know when it was being thrown back at her.
But he was the grown-up. He shouldn't be pulling childish tricks. He should be the one who should be telling her all the grown-up excuses for why things just sometimes don't work out or, worst case, it was for the better.
Nothing was ever for the better.
She sat down on the opposite end of the log, reasonably close to Jake. She dug her nails into the bare skin of her thigh. She wasn't going to speak first. She had promised him so long along she'd come for him. He should know better than to expect she was here for anything else.
Yet, the words he finally uttered had her reeling.
"I don't know what the right thing is to say, Bug."
The thin sheet of ice Sadie holding her back cracked at the mention of her beloved nickname. He shouldn't be calling her that; he didn't deserve to call her that. Not after what he did. Not after what he said.
For one of the first times in her life, Sadie saw red.
She quickly reached down to grab a handful of sand, only to toss the tiny grains in his direction. Jake ducked, shielding his face with his arms. Sadie leaped up and tackled his exposed side, hands balling into fists. She didn't know what she was thinking or her ultimate goal by coming here and seeking him out. It was such a good idea at the time.
When it came down to being face-to-face with him, she was at a loss for words. Her obvious hurt overshadowed any sassy remark or comeback she could gather.
"Sadie! Hey, stop!" Jake's shouts of her name did nothing to stop her from pounding her tiny fists on his back. “Stop!”
"You don't get to call me Bug!" she hollered through her sobs, still trying to leave a mark, thumps on his back accompanying her cries. "You lost that right!"
She knew you wouldn't want her doing this. Her mom wouldn't want her to do this either. But sometimes, it was just too much for her to handle.
She didn't know how to react to something like this. The world was making her grow up faster than she wanted to. Now, she couldn't help but think about what it would throw at her next.
Jake slid off the log, twisting to kneel in front of Sadie while holding out his arms to protect his face. He was at eye level with her, finally seeing the damage he had wrought on the ten-year-old girl.
Sea blue-green eyes framed by shimmering tears, pooling at the edge, until Jake watched one linger down her cheek. It’s your favourite colour staring back at him, making everything worse.
"Why did you do it?!" she cried, still trying to hit him, arms loosening their strength by the second. "Why did you say it?"
"Sadie, stop!" his voice was starkly quiet compared to the sobs, both fragile and profound, catching in her throat. Still, Sadie wailed, "I trusted you! You were supposed to be her person! You made her happy! You reminded her she was worth it!"
With each remark Sadie threw at him, he couldn’t bring himself to stop her tiny punches. Or say anything this time that could calm her cries. It was so starkly different from the night he found her hiding in her bed because of that thunderstorm. She had been the one to jump into his arms, to seek comfort from him.
This time, he was the reason she was crying. Like that night, he wanted to tell her it would be alright.
He couldn't. In losing you, he had lost Sadie too.
Utterly weak, Sadie's final thump on his shoulder resulted in her gripping onto his shirt as she fell to her knees on the sand, face blotchy and patch-stained red.
"Why Uncle Jake?" her voice was small. Devastated. "Why did you have to hurt her like that?"
He tried not to look shocked. Sadie's voice was sudden, so unsteady and innocent-like, it was hard not to hide any reaction. She caught on instantly.
"Don't act so surprised," she snapped at him through her misery. "You know she tells me everything."
Jake felt the sharp glare of Sadie’s eyes on him, her small face always displaying a type of sternness that was way beyond her years. She was demanding answers, as horrible as they were.
He couldn’t avoid this conversation. You were… you had taught Sadie to be honest and, in her doing so, to expect honesty in return. He didn’t know how to be. How could he explain this?
He didn’t know where to start.
He wasn't going to say anything. Sadie knew that. Adults would rather hide their emotions and not speak about things. She pushed herself away from him, the little force she exerted rocking Jake’s body back, readying herself to get up and leave.
This had been a bad decision, after all.
“Did anyone tell you why they call me Hangman?”
Jake’s words made her stop, making her fall back into the sand, kneeling before him.
“It’s your call sign,” she said innocently. Jake frowned, biting his lip. “Did they tell you the story?”
Sadie copied the look on his face, thinking about it before admitting, “A little. I know you left someone behind.”
It sounded worse coming from the mouth of a child.
Jake sighed, rubbing his temple. “Yes… but there’s a little more to it than just that.” He couldn’t look her in the eye as he managed to form the words, “My father… he was a tough man. A lot behind the meaning of that call sign has to do with him. He left … scars. Sometimes, they make me act in ways I don’t mean to.”
Sadie’s eyes softened a little, but she still looked confused. “So that’s why you said those things? Hurt her?”
Jake looked down to the sand in shame, nodding once. “When I’m stressed, the anger… the frustration... It brings back memories. It’s easier to put a mask up… lash out. Even when it’s the wrong thing to do.”
"So apologize," she sniffed, shrugging. "Uncle Roo did."
"It's not that simple, Sadie."
She eyed him hard. "Yes, it is."
Her tone left no room for a reply. Who was he to refute the honesty of a ten-year-old who had seen more shit than anyone her age?
"I know you're hurting too," she said, her voice small and trembling. "But hurting others won't help, Uncle Jake.”
A sad smile crossed his lips. "I don't know what the right answer is, Sadie."
Sadie looked at the fire, watching the flames dance. She didn’t know the correct answer either. Adults would rather hide their emotions and not speak about things than admit they were wrong. But he had to try, right? Cause if he didn’t at all, it would only make it worse.
Maybe she could nudge him one last time.
"Do you still have the note I gave you when you helped me with my math homework last year?"
Jake stared at her momentarily before reaching into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet, and opening it to find the ripped piece of paper. He had kept it tucked away in the back pouch, even after all this time. Her writing was slightly smudged on account of her using a pencil, but he could still make out her words along the top.
I believe in you.
"I didn't randomly invite you to that Saturday Night," she started to say, watching him stare down at the piece of paper. "I invited you because you looked sad when you thought nobody could see you."
Sadie paused her words, searching his face for any hint of emotion, before she continued. "Because you needed to know people care."
"Your Aunt said something similar to my brother," he said, not looking up from the piece of paper. "That the only reason she allowed me to come that night was because you reminded her of something your mom believed in."
"Of course she did," she said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "She loves you."
Jake's hand clenched on his thigh involuntarily, his eyes turning away from the fire to the water. Growing up without love, without hearing those words, Jake was left wondering if he was deserving of such a remark.
How could he be anything else when all he ever did was self-impose an executioner’s noose around his neck, hanging himself with his own fear and self-doubt, always cutting himself off from what he craved most.
Hangman, indeed.
But Sadie wasn’t done - not by a longshot. Even with her tears, perhaps a touch quieter now, she managed a soft smile, telling him, “You taught me it’s okay to mess up, you know.”
Jake looked at her, puzzled. “I did?”
Sadie nodded, taking in a deep breath. “When you helped me with my math homework. I was struggling, messing up horribly. I wanted to quit. And nobody seemed to listen to me trying to understand till you came along.”
Jake was trying to see where she was going with this. Math and messing up a relationship were two entirely different things.
“But I was messing up because I was trying. And trying means the possibility of someday getting it right. I was so scared to mess up, but then you sat with me, listened, and made me realize it was even scarier not to try at all.”
“What does this have to do with …?” he trailed off, Sadie glaring at him as his voice died down. “You messed up, Uncle Jake. Bad. But that wasn’t the worst thing you could do to hurt her,” she stated, taking another deep breath. “It would be if you stopped trying to be better. Stopped trying altogether.”
Sadie thought about what Jake just told her about his family. Then she thought about everything that had happened over the last few weeks, the question she had once asked you about, the one that had plagued her until you made her recognize the truth.
"You're not your father, Uncle Jake. You're you.”
Jake couldn’t help the tears, as treacherous as they were, from pooling in his eyes as he lowered his head. He felt a tightness in his chest, a mixture of gratitude and pain, before he grimaced stiffly, huffing out, "It's a pretty messed up world we live in.”
Sadie didn't hesitate when she replied, "I'm almost eleven, Uncle Jake. I don't understand the world at all." Her bottom lip started to tremble, her eyes watering as she let out a sniffle. "But I know you never know when you'll say I love you for the last time."
Jake knew she was referring to her mom, her sudden death that night. But her words hit Jake differently. He recalled the moment he stood on Penny's porch and decided he'd try to take his chance with you.
You were still his possibility of someday. That had never changed. Like he thought then, time was something he was never promised. It was time spent well in the weeks he lived with you and Sadie. Small moments meaning the world, whether it was staying up to play a game with Sadie or waking up to see you sprawled out across his chest.
They were moments he thought he'd never have. Now that he had them, he was left wondering if he should spare you the heartbreak that came with loving someone like him.
Sadie's admission, and words of advice, were more damning than she knew.
He looked up from the sand to peer hesitantly at her face, not surprised to find another remark about to pass her lips.
"If you can't say you're sorry, my Aunt and I don't need to add somebody else to the list of people who've hurt us. So if you want to leave, go ahead but stay away," Sadie remarked, hiccuping as fresh tears streaming down her face.
Every word Sadie uttered hit deeper than any shitty remark his father or brother could throw back in his face. The façade he built, in the face of every slight to his character, was no match for a ten-year-old who had the ability to see through everyone's bullshit, including his.
He couldn't manage a reply. She had given him blows no physical assault could ever imagine reaching.
Sadie saw Jake's silence as a chance to leave. Aunt Nat wouldn't be gone for much longer, and she knew if she weren't with Uncle Bob soon, she'd cause a panic. She got up, rubbing the dirt from her hands, standing over the conflicted aviator with a face marred by sand dust and tears.
Sadie stepped forward to leave. But at the last second, she whipped around in a move that reminded him so much of you. Her voice was firm, scathing even, adding with a note of finality, “I won't be the one to stop you from leaving. And I won’t be the one to welcome you back either if you change your mind. If you're gone, stay gone. We can survive without you."
After shooting him a hateful glare, Sadie left Jake sitting in the sand, staring after her. She wiped her eyes as she ran, finding Bob sitting at the nearby bonfire with the rest of the team. He pulled her into his arms with a laugh, instantly handing over his marshmallow-topped stick with a smile as Sadie giggled, her sadness disappearing as she roasted Bob on the quality of his marshmallow.
Jake threw his head back to the sky, still kneeling in the sand, fighting the knot in his throat.
Damn, George.
Damn, his father.
Damn, Bradley.
Damn, you.
And in some ways, despite not wanting to admit it…
Damn, Sadie.
He didn't know how to make this right. But he wanted to. He had to.
That had to be enough.
Right?
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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 6: Nubbins Sawyer x Reader (Or the hitchhiker for all you TCM players) (Apple Cider)
Day 6 is here! and the first week is coming to a close for Fictober. I hope you've all been enjoying this event so far and thank you for all the support for my first tumblr fic event! <3
Notes: Minors Dni, No use of pronouns, No smut in Fictober (yet wink wink). Gender Neutral reader with nothing described in detail.
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"Nubbins boy goddamn you!" Drayton's yell echoed through the house, you winced and buried yourself further into the blankets on the bed you shared with the middle sawyer brother. He had sent you up hear when Drayton and Bubba had returned home so you wouldn't be subjected to the venom that was about to spew from Drayton's mouth.
A hitchhiker pick up, something that Nubbins had been doing for years even before you came into the picture, had went completely wrong. The group of 3 college kids were much smarter then they looked and it ended with Nubbins nearly getting shot had Drayton not noticed how late the two of you were and sent Bubba out to check.
By the time Bubba reached you guys the man driving was angrily waving his weapon at you and Nubbins and yelling about what freaks the two of you were. The man had almost turned the gun on Bubba when Nubbins took him out.
The other two kids ran into the neighboring field but Drayton was already on his way to go chase them down with Bubba while you and Nubbins were sent an angry glare and told to get on home.
Nubbins sent you and apologetic glance before the two of you began to walk.
"D-do you think H-He's gonna be mad?" Nubbins asked you after a minute, You grimaced but answered truthfully.
"I'd reckon Drayton's already mad nubs"
Truthfully the two of you had fucked up big time, You couldn't imagine what would've happened if that guy had shot Nubbins. Drayton however had a way with words and could be particularly nasty when it came to his chili "Ingredients" being messed with, never mind his little brother almost dying to get them for him.
"What the hell were you thinkin'? You coulda died! Not to mention what would've happened had those kids got away and got help" You didn't like how Drayton would dress Nubbins down but if you wanted to keep your place in the family you'd stay out of the eldest Sawyer brothers way. Plus god forbid you did and Drayton said something particularly out of line to you it would cause an even bigger issue with Nubbins.
Nubbins must've made the smart choice to stay quiet and let Drayton's verbal lashings wash over him. One of the unspoken rules of the sawyer household was that you didn't argue with Drayton. Not that anything bad would happen per say but the eldest Sawyer could be so stubborn and set in his ways.
You hadn't noticed Nubbins enter your shared room till you heard the door close behind him. You sat up in bed against the headboard and looked at your boyfriend, your heart broke when you made eye contact.
Sadness etched across his face, the worst part was no matter how mean Drayton got Nubbins hated disappointing his older brother, he would never admit it out loud but he looked up to Drayton and one day hoped he would be the head of the family and match his brother is being able to take care of them. Even though that title would most likely fall to his only a few minutes older twin brother Bobby if he ever returned from Vietnam that was.
"Nubs" You said softly holding out your arms for any comfort you could offer him. He fell into your arms as soon as they opened and buried his face into your chest. You pulled the blanket around the two of you and you rubbed a hand down his back and felt him slightly untense himself.
"D-Drayton c-c-can be so mean sometimes!" He choked out trying to hold himself together, you smoothed his hair out of his face and nodded.
"I know he can baby" Nubbins then pulled a face you hadn't really seen before, it was as if he was fighting some internal battle at that moment so you decided to poke a little.
"You wanna be mad at him, but he's your brother and you love him? is that what it is?" You asked softly, He pondered a moment before nodding.
"Y-yeah, But h-he's so stubborn sometimes! I-i wish he was nicer" You nodded in agreement.
"I understand that nubs, and even though I do think Dray could be nicer you have to understand ever since Bobby got drafted his life hasn't been the best either"
Everyone in the Sawyer household took a hit when Robert had gotten drafted, especially Nubbins. With his twin brother he had never been separated from across the world fighting in a war Nubbins didn't have a clue what to do with himself.
He tried to throw himself into small projects and hitchhiking to bring in people, but you could still tell something was off.
"B-but w-we all m-miss Bobby" Nubbins said "N-not just him" You decided to use this to try and get some peace restored.
"What would Bobby say if he knew the two of you were at each others throats?" You felt Nubbins slightly tense at this.
"Bobby would be so disappointed if he knew you guys were fighting nearly every day since he left. I'm not asking every day to be perfect but I want you to try and get along with Drayton, If not for me do it for Bobby" You concluded, using your hand to bring him to make eye contact with you.
Nubbins smiled a bit before nodding eagerly.
"D-do it for Bobby" He said with a victorious smile before pressing his lips to yours.
As long as the Sawyer men were able to survive each other till Bobby returned, Then you'd consider it a win.
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I was reading something last night and I lost it and I’m disappointed because I wanted to look at it again at a time when I was not ready to fall asleep.
The gist was, “If I’d listened to the horror stories of other parents, I never would have had my kids. That would have been a loss for me because I adore parenting my kids.”
Which totally has nothing to do with me but is also something I think about all of the time. Because I can envision a future in which I love being a mom while also understanding the reality could be extremely different.
My brother has autism. The first few years of his life were hard. For him, certainly, and for all 5 of us as a family.
It’s not possible to lovingly and successfully parent three children when one of them is autistic and physically out of control at all times. (Some examples: my brother knocking over the Christmas tree and smashing all of the ornaments, swinging from the chandelier so it fell out of the ceiling, throwing my cat out of a treehouse, ripping my hair out of my head.) These behaviors improved with time, a private school that specialized in managing autism, and ABA therapy, which was not covered by health insurance in the 90’s and which my parents paid for with cash. It took years. Therapy is not a quick fix.
I could imagine that my parents felt badly about their parenting and perhaps even regretted their choice to have children. I don’t have to imagine it though because my mother has acknowledged to me (as an adult, not while it was happening) that was a hard time and there were moments when she wasn’t sure how she’d make it to tomorrow.
I know the popular thing lately is to self identify as autistic when you have quirky behaviors but that isn’t the kind of aesthetic my home had. For us, it wasn’t about being socially awkward or walking on tiptoes.
Our house was a complete shit show. It was constant yelling, screaming, tantruming, breaking things. We couldn’t have other people over and we couldn’t go anywhere because my brother was not safe to bring in public. School was my only break from the madness. I think 6th grade was the first year I could bring a friend over without terror of what might go wrong.
As a result, I was a very anxious, very sad little girl. I probably should have been in therapy too but no one was paying attention to that. My needs were not visible or important because his needs were so very extreme. All of their time and energy and finances went into managing. ie. I had to give up all the extra curricular activities I loved, I had to leave the private school I’d attended where I had friends and community, because my parents didn’t have the resources to continue providing that and pay for my brother’s school and therapies. Even at 8, I understood it had to be that way, but it was still hard for a kid, and nobody acknowledged it might be hard for me.
I don’t have happy early childhood memories. My sister, who was much younger, didn’t either. She couldn’t remember the bulk of early childhood. I don’t think my parents understand how traumatic it was for me or my sister. They focus on how it’s better now. It is better. But it took such a long time to get there. As children, we were powerless to do anything to change our own circumstances.
Then there’s the added component of my husband and I being a “blended” family, although it feels much more like two units attempting to live in the same household. My stepchild was finally diagnosed with ADHD last year—after 7 years of my insisting something more than “not listening” was going on—and is very likely on the spectrum. I wish someone, anyone had flagged this as a potential concern so it could have been addressed years ago; we could have built our toolbox and introduced better life skills and coping skills. The parents and grandparents didn’t see it until a doctor finally did.
Why is everything so hard? Why is everything an argument? They’re not doing it on purpose, but what do we do about it now? They’re on therapist number 5. And I’m so tired.
I am not equipped to manage a third hypothetical person with behavioral challenges. I wish I felt differently. But I don’t think I could do it.
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I really love your writings so I was thinking, can I request something similar for the ones you wrote where Olivier was reader’s neighbour and was protective over her but this time she’s dating Kylian but no one knows and she is still Olivier neighbour and one day her father stabs her or hurt her and she’s rushed to the hospital so that’s when Kylian and Olivier find out that you all know each other please? Like they really care for you💓 thank you so much
this request was 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️
kylian mbappe x reader / olivier giroud x reader (platonic)
tw: domestic violence, domestic abuse, blood, a lot of blood, olivier being the father i need in my life
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She’s safe with me
Your life had never been easy.
Growing up with just your father after your mother passed away it was something you definitely never expected during your childhood. But here you were, just nineteen, living with your father while you were at your first year of college. You loved it there, studying art and photography, meeting new people every day, having your boyfriend secretly bringing you food and flowers everytime you had a break. Just your friends knew that you and Kylian were dating as you both wanted to keep your relationship private, you always hated the spotlight and Kylian wanted to keep you save from the media as he knew how invasive they could get.
So that’s how you kept it.
Kylian knew that everything about you.
Well, almost everything.
He didn’t know about the fucked up family you lived in. He only knew you didn’t have a good relationship with your father and that’s it. He had no idea of how your father laid his hands on you or how he spoke to you or treated you.
You knew he would be absolutely heartbroken or even mad at you for keeping something like that to him so you chose to not talk about it.
The only person who knew about this situation was your neighbour Olivier. He heard screaming and shouting almost every night, he heard you crying and begging for help and his heart ached everything single moment because he knew he couldn’t do much about it. He confronted you about it but you gently told him that this was about just you and your father so he dropped it, but, of course, he couldn’t help getting worried everytime he heard some strange noises coming from your apartment.
You knew Oli and your boyfriend were teammates but he promised you to not talk about it with anyone, that including Kylian too. Also because he had no idea you and Kylian were dating and you wanted to keep it that way and second of all because it wasn’t his business, as much as he cared for you he knew he couldn’t do much about it and he had to accept it.
One night things escalated pretty quickly.
You were home doing your homework, as you had a test the upcoming week and you wanted to be fully prepared when your father came home pretty mad because things went bad at work.
“Y/n” he called you from the living room with that scary tone and you knew he wasn’t bringing anything good so you simply ignored him.
“Y/n…” he called you again.
“What?” you shouted from the other side of the home.
“I remember telling you to buy me the beers” he said slamming down his hands on the table.
Yup. That’s what he told you that morning. Instead of knowing better that you had classes all morning he asked you to buy him some beers. Of course you didn’t. Your dad wasn’t alcoholic but you knew how scary he was when he got mad and a beer would simply made everything worse.
“I forgot…” you shouted.
You heard his footsteps coming closer and closer to your bedroom and in just a second he opened your door.
“You forgot?” he sarcastically asked.
“Yes dad I forgot…I’m studying for next week…” you tried not to teasing him a lot but you wanted him to hear you.
“I don’t care for what you’re fucking studying! I asked you to do one thing and you didn’t! You’re a disappointment y/n…I thought I raised you better” he smirked at you trying to provoke you but after years and years of replying back you knew it was useless so you didn’t say anything back.
Wrong thing to do. He was so mad that you didn’t say anything back that he threw you one of his leather shoes on your head.
“Dad! What the fuck!” you screamed back getting up from your bed. You knew it was a lost fight but you couldn’t handle the blaming and the hating once again.
“Don’t ever raise your voice to me!” he screamed at you coming to face you. You tried to show no fear but you were trembling.
“Well next time don’t throw your fucking shoes at me!” before you could scream back you fell to the ground as your father pushed you on the floor. His body overpowering you while he grabbed you but your neck almost suppressing your breath.
“Dad…” you breathed out as he left the hold on your neck.
The moment he stood up you ran towards your front door - all you wanted to do was escape that nightmare you were living.
But he was faster and stronger and while you tried to reach the door he reached you first grabbing you buy the hood of your jacket and he threw you once again on the floor, this time hurting you more and more because while falling you sprained your ankle.
“Fuck…” you hissed in pain.
“You are so dead!” he screamed at you while he threw a vase on the floor, letting all of his anger out “thinking you could escape uh? Thinking you could run to your perfect little boyfriend? So fucking pathetic!” he kept screaming. A few glasses hit your face leaving some scratches and blood.
What you and your father didn’t know is that the noise of the vase breaking alerted Olivier who was hearing every single scream you and your father were making.
“Sometimes I wished you were dead!” he shouted back at you and his words hurt you more than his punches. While you were still on the floor, shaking and crying, praying for everything to be over, your father grabbed you by the hair and made your head hit the floor so hard you almost passed out.
“I don’t want to see you ever again…” he said laughing before storming out of the door.
As he left you there all alone while your ankle was hurting and your head was bleeding.
“That’s how I’m gonna die” you thought.
Olivier still heard everything, how your father spoke to you and how you were crying. His heart was hurting, he always cared for you, sometimes he would invite you over for dinner or he would invite you as some of his games. He saw you like the daughter he never had and what hurt him the most is that he couldn’t do anything to help you. He offered you to stay at his place more than once, knowing how afraid you were living with your dad. He offered you his guest bedroom more than once when things got worse. He almost called the police twice but you begged him to not doing it. You begged him because even if it was your father hurting you it was the only family you had left after your mom passed. Olivier tried to persuade you of living with him, or accepting his help, but you didn’t want to feel like a burden for him so most of the times you refused.
This time Olivier couldn’t stand back. He heard your dad saying he wished you were dead and he couldn’t handle all the hate you were receiving so when he heard your father leaving the apartment he made sure to check on you.
“Y/n…it’s me Olivier” he gently knocked on the door. But no response.
“Y/n, can you open the door please?” he asked you in a soft voice. But still no response.
He got a bit worried as you weren’t replying but he knew you were there in the apartment.
“Y/n…I’m coming in” he said before opening the door.
What he didn’t expect to see was you laying half unconscious on the ground while your head was bleeding and your were softly crying.
“Oh my…y/n can you hear me?” he asked gently kneeling next to you. You couldn’t even reply back so you simply shook your head.
“I’m calling an ambulance okay? Hold on please…” he said while picking up the phone and dialling the emergency number.
Help came in just a few minutes and he rode with you to the hospital never leaving your side.
He was worried sick.
He got your phone with you in case someone tried to contact you or something. That’s how, once you were hospitalised, the doctors looked into your phone searching for your emergency list in case something happened to you.
Of course Kylian was the first on your list. And the one the doctors called.
When Kylian heard the doctor saying you were in the hospital and that he was the first number on your emergency list his heart dropped.
Why were you there?
So he stopped everything he was doing and rushed through the streets of Paris trying to make it to you as fast as possible.
Once there he asked for your room number at the reception and once the nurse gave it to him he ran through the long and almost too creepy hospital corridors.
“Olivier?” he asked his teammate when he saw him sitting in the waiting area.
“Kylian…what are you doing here?” he asked a bit confused.
“My girlfriend was brought here like thirty minutes ago…I was her emergency number…the doctors on the phone wouldn’t even wanted to tell me what was going on….” he said.
“Wait…what is your girlfriend name?” Olivier asked as he got his suspicion.
“Y/n…why?” Kylian asked.
“Y/n L/n…” Olivier whispered.
“Yes, how do you know her?” Kylian was beyond confused.
“I brought her here…she’s my neighbour…her dad almost beat her to death Kylian” he confessed as he watched Kylian eyes widening. His heart almost stopped.
“His father did what?” he screamed.
“She has been in this situation for a while…” Olivier confessed as he watched Kylian pacing back and forth.
“What…what are you talking about?” he asked.
“She didn’t want anyone to know…but her father laid his hands on her so many times I’ve lost count…I’ve helped her as I could and honestly I wished I could have done much more, she wouldn’t be in this position…” Olivier said.
“I had no idea” Kylian’s heart broke for you.
“No one knew Kylian…” he stood up gently patting Kylian’s shoulder.
A few hours later the doctor said you were fine and only had a concussion, but overall you were awake and doing good.
Kylian - of course - was the first one to see you.
“Hey baby…” he said sitting next to you on the hospital bed.
“Hi Kyky” you said in a soft voice.
“You scared me so much…” he confessed and you started crying a bit.
“I didn’t want you to worry Kylian…” you said as he hugged you.
“I will always worry for you baby…you’re the love of my life and seeing you like this make me suffer…why didn’t you tell me baby?” he asked you softly.
“I…I don’t know honestly…I’ve felt ashamed…my family was only just a bad and big mistake and I didn’t want you too see me as a mistake too…I just hoped it never got this far…” you cried into his shoulder.
“It’s okay baby…you’re so strong mon amour, I love you so much” he said while stroking your hair.
Olivier came next in your room and talked to you. He said how he wanted you to live with him and he absolutely hated the idea of you going back to your old home.
Olivier took care of you almost like a father and you couldn’t be more grateful.
“Oli can I talk to you for a minute?” Kylian asked him as they both exited your room to let you rest.
“I know you care for her…thank you so much for what you’ve been doing for her…for letting her stay. I asked her to stay but I feel like it’s too early and after she’s going through I don’t want to pressure her…but I see how you care for her, thank you” Kylian confessed to Olivier.
“I do really care for her Kylian, she’s like the daughter I’ve never had…seeing her in so much pain hurts me too…I’m doing everything in my power to help her” Olivier said back.
“I know…I just want you to know that she’s safe with me, she will always be safe with me” Kylian said.
“She better be or you’re dead Kyky de Bondy” Olivier joked as the boys got back into your room just to see you fast asleep.
Yes, your life sucked but you got a bit lucky in having not one, but two guardian angels looking over you.
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angelicniah · 8 months
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Euphoric
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pairing | Daemon Targaryen x Black F!Reader
Warnings: Nudity
summary: You catch the eye of Daemon Targaryen.
word count: 1.4k
A/n: This is my first series I have every done. Also is the second thing I gave written in a long time so please try to be patient with me. I will take any feedback you can give me. Anyone can read. Other than that, enjoy :). Divders by @firefly-graphics
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If someone told you three years ago that you would be working at a strip club to get through college, you would've laughed in their face. But sometimes life has a way of putting you in situations you would have never thought you'll end up in.
 You worked at one of the most popular strip clubs in all of King's Landing and was one of the top dancers there.
The Pink Paradise.
The club was owned by Jacqueline and Anthony Carter. Anthony handle the money and Jacqueline keep the girls in check. And together they ran the club as one big happy family. You started working there after one of your college friends that worked there told you about it. Even through things can get out of hand sometimes, you loved it there and plus the pay was good...most days.
"Alright ladies." Jacqueline announced to everyone in the dressing room, "We got some important people coming tonight, so I need you guys to do your best out there. Don’t fuck this up."
Before she leaves out, she turns to you and points a manicured finger at you, "You're on in 10."
As you are trying to finish putting yourself together, your friend Imani, who goes by Jinx on stage, comes over and leans against you vanity.
"Did you hear who is coming tonight?" She questions as she look at herself in the mirror checking her lip gloss.
"Don't know and don't care." You said, making sure your hair was good.
"Cmon. You're telling me, that you're not a little bit curious." She nudges your shoulder.
You look up at her, " I just came to get my money and go home, that's it." You told her.
She rolls her eyes, "Well I'm going to tell you anyway." She says, "It's Daemon Targaryen."
Even through the name sounded familiar, you couldn’t place as to why. Before you could as her who he was, your name is called fo you to go on stage.
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"Alright, alright settle down everyone." You heard the Dj say, " Next coming to the stage is a crowd fav. Welcome to the stage Miss Luna!"
The crowd starts cheering and you take one final deep breathe before walking out.
Don't walk in here with the bullshit look up on your face. Mad about some argument from yesterday, yeah Cause tonight, no need to fight, I can ease your mind
As the song starts playing, you strut towards the pole in the middle of the stage. You grab ahold of the pole and wrapped your legs around it, twirling and pulling your body around it. You moved your body to the beat of the music.
Everyone's attention was on you.
When I put this cake in your face I got that shit that you're cravin' (ah, ah) Boy, come here Eyes rollin' back of my face And I got you feelin' the same, yeah 'Cause I want it
Your eyes scanned the crowd and locked on a pair of eyes in the VIP area. You twirled around the pole and swung your legs around it. You blocked out the sound of the crowd and kept eye with the man. It was you was dancing for only him.
Got you curling your toes While you're deep in my throat
I want it I'll be the six and you'll be nine I want it
As the song comes to an end, you put your legs out in the air into a split, doing one final spin before dropping down onto the stage still in the same position. You leaned back from the pole a little and let the money fall on you and on the floor around you.
" Everyone gives it up for Miss Luna!" The Dj says.
As you grab the money from the floor, you could hear the disappointing groans from the crowd because you had to leave.
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After putting your money up, you walked out the dressing room and you changed into a different outfit.
You put the bag of money into your locker and went to grab a drink from the bar. You could see Imani sitting on one of the stools flirting with Xavier, the bartender. Once she sees you, she smiles at you.
"Girl you did that. Had they asses on the edge of their seats." She tells you and gives you a high five.
You chuckle “I mean… I try.” You said an gave a little shrug and took the drink Xavier hands you. You thank him and down it, before you hear someone calling your name and looked behind you to see Jacqueline waving you over to her. Wanting to see what she wanted, you got up and went over to her.
"You need something boss lady?" You questioned her.
"I need you to go to one of the private rooms. One of our special guest paid for a dance." She says and tells you the room number.
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You had never really been to one of the private rooms, always choosing the safe option to dance out in the open. Even through you were nervous, you were also curious as to who was behind the door.
You stood in front of the door of the room you were told to go to before knocking on it and heard a male's voice behind the door.
"Come in." The voice says.
When you walk in, you see the man that was making eye contact with you sitting on the couch with a drink in his hand. He beacons you into farther into the room with the flick of his hand. Nervously, you look around the room to see a pole in the center of it and a stereo in the corner of the room.
The man clears his throat and your eyes snaps to his figure. Your eyes scan up his body as he does the same to you. You could tell just by looking at him, he was someone important. When your eyes got to his face, you see that he is already looking at you. There was something about the way he was looking at you though. The look in his eyes was intense but it also did something to you.
You went over to the stereo in the corner of the room and grabbed the remote and turned it on. As you walk over to the pole, the music comes on and fills the room. The liquor in your system gave you a little courage to be a little less anxious. You listened to the lyrics of the song, letting your body move to the beat of it on the pole.
Drip too hard, stand too close Fuck around and drown off this wave This go hard, it's the most You ever make sounds, girl, behave
The man leans forward to sit his glass on the table in front of him. He pulls his hand back and places his arms on the back of the couch, spreading his legs wide. You twisted and turned your body in different positions on the pole.
There's no limit, yeah I'm a master with the P Once you in it, yeah Disaster with the D You won't last in it
Getting down from the pole and onto the floor, you seductively crawled over to him with your ass high in the air. You leaned up and slide your hands up his legs. He stares down at you with those intensive eyes of his. Standing up, you leaned forward, putting your breast in his face. You felt him let out a breath against you and it sends a shiver up your body. You straddle him and sit down in his lap, reaching behind to unhook your bra. The both of you held eye contact with each other as you threw it somewhere behind you.
Moving your hips to the beat of the song, you felt him harden underneath you. He lets out a groan and tries his best to not touch you without your permission. He tipped his head back on the couch, giving a full view of his neck. You licked your lips and bit on your bottom lip.
He puts his head back up when you turned your body in his lap, putting you back to his front. You laid your head back on his shoulder next to his and grinded your ass back against his crotch.
"You're so beautiful." He whispers in your ear.
Hearing him says that makes you squirm in his lap. You grabbed one of his hands and laid it on one of your breasts. He squeezed it, making you let out a whimper as his thumb brushed over your nipple.
As the song comes to an end, you slowly get up out of his lap and bend down to grab your bra from off the floor. He says something as you are walking out of the room.
"See you around." He shouts over the music of the club as you open the door.
You looked over your shoulder to see he has a smirk on his face. Without saying anything, you continued out the door.
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Taglist | @avalyaaa, @simbaaas-stuff, @thirteenth-fangirl
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spicyclover · 1 year
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Ultimatum | part two
Summary: You give Charles an ultimatum. His apartment or you.
Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five
Hope you’ll enjoy this part. Let me know in the comments section! And to support me by tipping me!
Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.
Thank you, and Enjoy! :)
Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover
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The troubled mind is how Charles travels to Paris for the FIA awards. He would have liked you to come, but after the last visit to the doctor and what happened between the two of you… The doctor put you to rest for the previous weeks of your pregnancy.
During the appointment with the doctor, he found you stressed and anxious, which is not good for the baby. He then asked you about the sudden anguish, and you hesitated to answer by turning your gaze to Charles, who was looking forward to your answer.
You answered in a small voice that you didn’t feel very comfortable in Charles' apartment because of the many visits and that you didn’t like it. The doctor replied to find you a quiet place and that the dad should make a little effort to rest his wife.
Neither had retained the doctor’s final comment. Charles was very anxious to leave, and he was angry and disappointed. Disappointed that you didn’t tell him that you don’t feel more comfortable in your apartment and mad that you put your daughter in danger because you don’t want to disappoint him.
He didn’t tell you or the doctor at the end. He didn’t even wait for you to get to the car. You could feel his anger for miles, and it hurt.
« Charles? » You ask, trying to catch his speed at the same time.
He didn’t listen and continued his way to the car.
« Charles! » This time, you scream his name. 
« What? » 
« Can’t you wait for me? » You ask nicely, walking up to him. « I’m… »
« Don’t! I don’t want to hear you right now, » he said, taking your hand and moving your body faster toward the car.
« Let me go! » You try the getaway from his grip. 
« Get in the car! » He screams at you, causing the people around the two of you to turn. 
« No! »
« Am serious. Get in the fucking car! » 
« No! I’m going home alone. » You declare, starting to go in the opposite direction.
« Donc maintenant, madame veut rentrer à la maison? » He says with eagerness in French.  
« Don’t speak to me like that! I’m not your friend, but your girlfriend, first of all, and I don’t understand why you are so mad. » 
« I’m mad because you prefer going back to your apartment instead of mine. I’m mad because you don’t talk to me about anything. You didn’t say that you felt uncomfortable or didn’t like my family. »
« I didn’t say that. » 
« Well, c’est pareil! »
« I told you I don’t feel comfortable at your place. You don’t want to listen, so I stop saying anything because I’m tired of fighting with you, your mom, your friends, etc. I’m tired of feeling like a fucking idiot. I never do anything right for your mom anyway. So yeah, I would rather be at my apartment than at your place. » you say to him, defeated.
He answered nothing. He looked at you badly, not knowing what to say. You caught your breath and decided to leave this place. He watches you walk away without saying anything before getting in your car and going at full speed.
After this exchange, you didn’t talk for a week. Your best friend went to his house to get the stuff you left there. Narrow-minded either, you know it can last weeks if neither of you takes the first step, but it won’t be you.
You got the rest you needed, mainly by being alone in your apartment. You even bought the furniture and accessories needed for the baby’s birth. Max, George, Carlos and even Pierre came to see you during that time.
You know very well that Charles sent them to find out how you are, but you were pleased with their help when it was necessary to assemble the furniture. With your belly rounded, it’s practically impossible for you to do this alone.
One night, you were sitting quietly on your couch eating a nice tartiflette when you got a notification on your phone.
It’s a video one of your friends sent you from a famous club in Monaco. We see Charles hugging a girl, dancing with his hand practically in her panties. The video ends with them heading toward the toilet.
You remain forbidden in front of the video for several minutes, this one playing in a loop before your eyes. Betrayal is the feeling you feel the most. So that’s what he does after each of your arguments.
You didn’t answer anything, but your Instagram and messages were quickly filled with notifications. You throw your phone across the room, crying yourself to tears.
That’s why weeks later, he’s at the ceremony alone, his eyes red with tears and fatigue.
One thought in his head: how will he get you back?
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Gonna make headcannons for my favorite characters because WHY NOT! >o<
Alejandro
He was born in Spain and lived there for about 5 years before moving to Canada
He has a 3 year age gap with José (he’s 19) and a 9 year age gap with Carlos (he’s 25)
Alejandro gets mad easily if he’s annoyed because of José. When he was younger If kids at school annoyed him he would express their anger, but soon he realized that kids didn’t like that about him, so when he moved he just got silently upset and would just ignore them if he got angry at them.
When Alejandro was 10, Carlos turned 19 and moved out to go pursue his soccer career
Since Spain Schools are so much different from Canadian schools (I mean in Spain the get to go home to eat lunch) Alejandro didn’t like the schools in Canada (he’s used to the schedule now)
Alejandro likes to put eyeliner on (sometimes mascara) and he has like this whole skin routine too
Alejandro straightens his hair almost every day, but when it gets wet it curls up. (His hair is more wavy then curly though)
Obviously he likes Carlos more than José. And since José never really liked him, Alejandro wanted to make sure that Carlos liked him. So whenever he did something that would upset Carlos, Alejandro got really upset at himself
Alejandro speaks Spanish to his parents most of the time, but talks to his brothers in English.
José beats Alejandro in pretty much everything, so he hates when he loses to other people. When he was younger he would get upset and almost cry, but now he just gets mad.
Alejandro listens to a good amount of Spanish music. Idk who he listens to exactly (despite me being Latina lol) but I feel like he’s listen to Selena
Alejandro doesn’t have many genuine friends. He’s using them all in some way. But he gets closer to Tyler and Lindsay. They annoy him sometimes but he starts to actually enjoy their company
Duncan
Duncan said he has brothers at one point in the show (so I gave him two) Duncan is the middle child. He has a decently big age gaps between his brothers too (idk how many years exactly but yeah)
His older brother (Dexter) was what inspired Duncan’s punk fashion and demeanor.
Dexter was a troublemaker as well, which influenced Duncan. When Dexter realized that he toned down what he did more, because he didn’t want Duncan to go too far down this rabbit hole of like crime and stuff (it didn’t work. Duncan is like worse actually)
Duncan is a major dog person. He loved his dog and cried when he ran away (he like never cried as a kid)
He got Scruffy when he was 13
Pretty much his whole family is disappointed in him (and Dexter) because of how much they act up.
The whole family went crazy when Duncan got sent to Juvie
Duncan knows that most of his family doesn’t like him, and that his dad doesn’t like him that much either.
His dad actually favors his younger brother (haven’t decided on a name yet) because he a good kid and doesn’t cause trouble and Duncan sees that. He doesn’t hold a grudge against his brother though because he understands why.
He loves giving nicknames to people (especially people he likes)
Probably a Mama’s boy
He collects lighters, and when they run out of fluid he puts them in a drawer. He has like a shit ton.
I’m a Duncan smokes kinda gal
Duncan steals clothes like a lot because he doesn’t have any money lmao
Physically he’s pretty weak. I mean he can throw a punch but can’t take one
He wears those over the ear headphones and covers them in stickers
DJ and Geoff are his best friends, but Duncan never pressures DJ into anything too crazy because he knows that DJ isn’t like him when it comes to crazy stuff (whether that be like smoking or vandalism)
He actually really likes hanging out and talking to Gwen. And why he does find her attractive, sometimes he kinda regrets dating her (SORRY I DONT SHIP GWUNCAN)
He doesn’t mind being friends with Zoey because he can drop his tough guy act a bit and she won’t judge (actually he can do that with DJ and Geoff too)
Since I’m a Malcan shipper lol I like to think that Mal and Duncan didn’t talk that much (bc Duncan didn’t recognize him at first in All Stars) but they interacted a few times. They both found the other attractive and kissed like once.
Sometimes he hangs out with Heather. It’s like a like-hate friendship where they genuinely hate each other sometimes but when the time is right they hang out together and have fun
Mal
(I did some research on DID so I hope the fronting stuff his accurate)
He was created by Mike when he was very young, protecting Mike from physical harm and abuse
Since he would front and get exposed to violent acts, he quickly learned how to fight back, which is why he’s so violent
He holds a lot of Mike’s trauma
He does not trust anyone, and he doesn’t care about anyone
Sometimes when Mike stressed about stuff that involved his parents, Mal would front. Usually during that time, Mal would find things to do that were kinda violent
As Mike got older, Mal started getting more violent. Mike didn’t like that
Mal found hurting his abusers very satisfying, so eventually violence in general became fun for him
Not so much Mal, but Mike’s closet is full of all kinds of different clothes for all his alters. Mal’s clothes are more dark and grungey
The reason Mike got sent to jail was for assault. Who he assaulted idk but neither Mike or Mal liked them.
Mal fronted pretty much the entire time in juvie because Mal thought that Mike couldn’t handle some of the people in there, and because Mal had gotten them there in the first place.
Once Mike realized what Mal did in juvie, and everything he did before he pushed Mal into his subconscious as he did not want Mal to front anymore. That made Mal extremely upset but he found himself not being able to front anymore
The reason he’s just straight up evil in All-Stars is because he was concealed for so long and felt that it was unfair and had bottled up anger
All the alters knew that Mike needed to leave his house, so Mal also tried to win the Million for all of them, because no matter what happened, he was created by Mike to protect him. Of course Mal was his own person but that in a way was a part of his purpose
Okay! Yippie! This took like 3 hours to write everything so if you read all this ily <33
I love these little goobers so much GRAAA
I might add things every once in a while based off other peoples headcannons so yeah just thought id say that lol
Maybe if I come up with enough I’ll like reblog this and list some more :3
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ghostofthemost141 · 3 months
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Serene
Chapter 6
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Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3. Ch.4. Ch.5.
Pairing: Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish xF!Reader
Word Count: 2,334
About: You were on vacation to the beach and you think you're about to die when you're caught in a riptide until an unlikely hero, your now boyfriend, comes to your rescue. Precisely a Scottish man that bores a tail. And now, the secret is out. Kind of.
!Warnings!: Details of Past SA and Abuse
Italics means Third Person POV
Notes: Some more relationship building between you and Johnny. Hope y'all enjoy.
Taglist: @darling006
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The intense silence only made you more and more nauseous the longer it remained. Your Uncle Ale stood there, in visible shock at what he just saw. 
“W-What is this?” Ale asked, still in disbelief. 
“I'm sorry, Ale.” I softly mumbled, feeling so much guilt and I just knew he was disappointed in me. 
Alejandro remained in silence with his mouth agape open. He wasn't necessarily mad but he was quite shocked and surprised to find a guy who he has never met sucking on his niece's face. 
“Why didn’t you tell me that you had a boyfriend?” Ale asked me. 
“I just..I was afraid of how you would react.” 
“Why?” He asked. 
“Remember Craig?” 
Alejandro remembers him quite well. Craig was your first love and boyfriend. Upon first meeting him, Ale was sketched out by Craig. There was just something about him that didn't sit right with Ale. He could never place the feeling until you came home crying one night. You had planned to stay the night at Craig’s place and he didn't expect you home so when you came home late, he immediately came to your aid. Craig had forced himself onto you after you told him ‘no’ and ‘that you weren't ready.’ That didn't stop Craig unfortunately. You told Ale what had happened and it took everything in Ale to not go to his house and kill him. Your Uncle was tough and knew how to really hurt someone on account he used to be a Colonel. He didn't do that because he realized that you were more important to him. You needed him. He still got Craig taken care of, oddly enough to haven't seen him since he did that to you which was about two years ago, but you never questioned it. You were just happy he was out of your life. That odd feeling he had in his gut about Craig turned out to be real. But upon looking at this guy, who was sucking on niece’s face, he didn't get that feeling at all. Sure he had piercing blue eyes, but he didn't feel that same feeling he had about Craig. 
“Estrella, Craig was a horrible man. You know I would support you in whatever you do.” Ale reassured me. 
I still couldn't help but feel some guilt in my gut. I knew I should've told Alejandro about Johnny. I felt Johnny rub my back in comfort. 
“I'm Johnny.” Johnny introduced himself to Ale, sticking his hand out for a handshake. 
Ale willingly shook Johnny’s hand. 
Little did you know that Ale was appreciative of shaking his head, already indicating that he not only cared about you, but also your family and close friends. Craig never did that. 
“It's nice to meet you, Johnny.” 
Ale then turned to you, walking up to you and bending down to your level. 
“Cariña, I am not mad at you. Yes I wish you would've told me before I caught y’all sucking on each other’s faces.” Ale chuckled as he said that, making Johnny and I giggle, “But I can already tell he's a way better man than Craig ever was.” 
“I know Uncle Ale. Still I'm sorry.” I apologized. 
“It's okay, Dove.” Ale patted my leg in reassurance.
Alejandro stood up and faced Johnny. 
“This young lady here, my estrella, my niece, she is my whole world, got it?” Ale half jokingly, half seriously told Johnny. 
“Sí, señor. La protegeré y cuidaré.[Yes sir. I will protect and care for her].” Johnny spoke. 
Ale’s eyes went wide, like comically wide, as Johnny spoke perfect Spanish. 
“Ah, tu novio sabe español, Dove.[Ah, your boyfriend knows Spanish, Dove]” Ale said with a smirk. 
“Sí, señor.” Johnny said. 
I could tell Johnny was doing this to make a good impression on my Uncle and probably to make up for the fact that Ale caught us making out. 
“You kids better behave yourselves, está bien?” 
“Yes sir.” Johnny and I said in unison. 
“We might as well have dinner together then.” Ale announced. 
“Do you want me to help with that Mr?” Johnny paused, not recalling being told his last name. 
“It’s Vargas. But you can call me Alejandro, hermano.” Ale told him. 
That told you everything you needed to know. Your uncle already likes Johnny, but he was mostly relieved that you found someone that wasn’t like Craig. And he is happy that you are finding ways to cope with what happened. 
“Thank you, but you kids go out and do whatever. Just be back by seven pm, okay?” Alejandro told us. 
“Got it.” 
“Yes, sir.” Johnny followed with. 
With that, Alejandro smiled at both of y’all and left your room, leaving the two of you in there. 
“Holy fuck, I thought that was going to be much much worse.” I whispered to Johnny so Ale wouldn’t hear.
Johnny approached you and held you in his arms, squeezing you tightly. 
“I thought he was gonna focking kill meh. Those daggers.” Johnny mumbled, trying to refrain from laughing. 
“Oh yeah, he’s got that Papa Bear stare.” I agreed, making both of us giggle. 
Johnny then suddenly leaned in and kissed my lips. I kissed back, as if I was hungry for him. I was hungry for that feeling we were feeling just moments ago. It’s something I have never felt before with a man. Johnny pulled away but remained close, his bright blue eyes staring into mine, sending chills down my spine. 
“You’re so bloody fucking pretty, Dove.” 
Oh Lord have mercy, what was this that I was feeling? Johnny then dragged a finger down my cheek, slowly. 
“So pretty.” 
“My uncle is here, Johnny.” I remind him. 
“I know.” Johnny smirked, making me chuckle. 
“I do really want to get to know you though.” Johnny said, giving me a genuine smile. 
“Where do you wanna go?” 
“I know a spot.” Johnny said. 
~
“So you’re telling me you have been to Lousianna before?” 
“Once or twice.” Johnny replied as we sat down at the park bench. 
The sun was slowly going down, slowly painting the skies a beautiful orange and yellow color. Johnny sat to the left of you, letting you sit as close as you wanted to him in which you were shoulder to shoulder. 
“I don’t think I have ever been to this park actually.” I mention. 
“Well I am honored to have taken you to it for the first time.” Johnny mentioned, pecking my temple. 
His lips were so soft. They were like heaven. 
Silence was met between the two of y’all, but it was a good silence and not an awkward nor bad one. You felt Johnny’s hand graze your thigh, as if he was nonverbally asking for permission. You trusted Johnny so you pushed your leg up against his. Johnny smiled at you as he placed his hand on your thigh but kept it still in place and never moving down. Instead he kept his hand still and rubbed circles onto your skin with his thumb. 
“So tell me,” Johnny started, “who are you?” 
“I am Dove Vargas, niece to an ex military colonel officer who lives with said uncle because my parents died in a very bad accident years ago who is also very traumatized by men other than my uncle and you.” I bluntly but briefly told Johnny. 
“That’s a lot.” Johnny jokes. 
“Yeah.” 
You blush, feeling Johnny stare at you. It made you feel flustered, but in a good way. You liked feeling like you were important to someone other than your family. 
“I have always been wary of other men besides my Uncle. And it was cause of Craig but I know that you, Johnny, wouldn't do that to me.” I say. 
“Never. I never would, Dove.” Johnny firmly said, just enough to know he meant it. 
“I know, hence why I trust you.” 
“I trust you too, lass. I know you wouldn’t tell anyone about me secret.” 
Johnny felt reassured knowing he could trust you with his big secret that he was in fact half mermaid. Other women have reeked in disgust with Johnny and told all their friends about him. Even though no one believed them, he still felt hurt that they went and told on him basically. But you? He knew you wouldn’t say a damn word to anyone. You leaned onto Johnny’s shoulder, feeling how soft and comfy his broad shoulder was. Johnny smiled like a little kid, seeing you be comfortable on him. It warmed his heart. 
“Craig is why I am so afraid of what my professor will do.” I mumbled, not caring if Johnny heard me or not. 
Luckily for you, Johnny has super hearing, needed for the deep, deep ocean he swims in but it still works on land. Johnny then wrapped his arm around you, bringing you even closer to comfort you. 
“Aye, I understand, Dove. Honestly, you’re the first woman I have ever let meself get close with in a long time.” Johnny mentioned. 
You crane your neck to look up at him. 
“What do you mean?” I ask. 
Johnny gently ran his fingers through your hair, trying to figure out the words on what to say. Johnny felt like he could trust you with this information. 
“The last lass I was seeing, I had warned ‘er about how I looked. And when it came to the hanky panky, she saw my, you know, and well she grew disgusted. She was the last lass I trusted with me secret and despite knowing what I was, she just grew disgusted and then started laughing at me. Laughin’ at me for how gross I looked! I can’t help it ya know?” Johnny explained with frustration in his tone. 
I held Johnny as he confessed to me what happened. I swear to God I will find out where this bitch lives. 
Little did you know, Johnny felt the same way about Craig. 
“I am so sorry, Johnny.” I apologized. 
“It ain’t your bloody fault, hen. It’s just..even after all of that, all of that trust built and she tore it down within a second of seeing me skin for the first time. That ain’t even the worst part about it.” 
I could feel the blood boiling in my blood as he said that. I rose up and stood up straight to face Johnny. 
“What did she do to you, Johnny?” I ask. 
“After she got done laughin’ at me, she stuck her fingers into my gills to ‘feel them’ and well it focking hurt! It’s like someone stubbing your organs you know? And when I groaned in pain, she just kept doin’ it and laughin’ at me. Like me being in pain was funny to ‘er.” 
You held Johnny tightly, hearing his assault. It shouldn’t have happened, regardless of whether he was human or not. 
“I am so sorry Johnny.” I apologized, holding him tightly. 
“Eh, it’s okay, Dove. I’m okay. Now that I have you.” Johnny smiled as he said this, making my heart race. 
You smile as Johnny leans down to kiss your head. 
“Yeah um,” I hesitated, trying to collect the words to say, “it’s kind of what happened with Craig.” 
Johnny turns to you, giving you his full undivided attention. 
“I wasn’t..ready to do the deed. But he was very well ready. And well he invited me to go over to his place and stay the night. Sounded innocent enough, so I went. Well, I ended up banging on the door to my uncle’s place at like three in the morning cause I managed to drive back home in hysterics without wrecking.” I explained, feeling Johnny’s comfort grow more and more. 
“What did he do to you, Dove?” 
You could hear a sense of anger but also protectiveness in his tone. Like he was ready to pounce but not on you. 
“He..forced himself in me. I fought, kicked, scratched, bit, until he finally let me go and I managed to grab my clothes, scramble to my car and I drove home naked. I only managed to get my clothes on until I parked at my uncle’s place. I put my clothes on, got in and told him what happened. He wanted to send his former second in command to ‘teach him a lesson’ a.k.a the person who took over his position in the military.” I explain some more. 
“Dove..I am so sorry. I swear if I ever see him-” 
“You won’t have to worry about that, trust me. Rudy, Ale’s former second in command, just threatened him and he was gone in a flash. All it took was a verbal threat, how about that?” I half joked. 
Johnny rubbed your back in comfort, feeling all that you were feeling. It was how he felt when his assault happened. 
“I am here for you, Dove. No matter what, I will always be here.” Johnny told me. 
I turned to find him leaning in close to me. 
“I know. And I will always be there for you too, Johnny.” 
You closed the gap first, placing your lips onto Johnny’s, feeling your slightly chapped lips onto his impeccable soft ones. That same feeling came back again. The same warm, craving feeling you get with Johnny. You wanted him. You wanted him so damn badly. 
“Johnny..” 
You moaning his name went straight to his core. He could feel the same warm, craving feeling you were feeling. You could feel Johnny graze his tongue over your lips and you opened your mouth, letting him have access to you. Johnny’s tongue explored your mouth as your hands landed on his shoulders and his hands landed on your hips, pulling you closer to him. This was everything you wanted in life, to be free from Craig’s demise, to be your own person again, to be free from his being, to be free from-
“Now what do we have here?” 
TO BE CONTINUED…
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