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#my mom is yelling at for not doing the dishes while in the same breath claiming to be worried about me
cinnbar-bun · 2 months
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Together (Benn Beckman x Reader)
Summary: As the "mom" and "dad" of the Red-Hair Pirates, you and Beckman have a lot of work on your plates. (Un)Luckily for you two, your crew decides to meddle with your relationship (again).
A/n: A gift for my friend, @fanaticsnail . Enjoy the first mate, darling <3.
Notes: F!Reader, kinda of a will they-won't they type thing. Everyone is shipping it just Beck and Reader lowkey refuse to admit it. Lots of fluff and teasing. Reader is referred to as 'mom' and Beck as 'dad'.
Word Count: ~3k
You can read on my AO3 here!
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“Dad! Mom’s being mean to me again!” Shanks loudly yelled while he was chugging more bottles of rum. The first mate sighed at the nickname but didn’t even bother to turn around and face his captain. 
“(Y/n)?” Beckman called out. 
“Yes?” You replied, the other members of the crew staring at you both with wide smiles and bated breath. 
“Smack him for me,” Beckman chuckled. Shanks let out a faux-offended gasp as the deck erupted with laughter.
“You’re so mean to me! How could my own first mate do this to me?!” Shanks whined as you pat your poor captain’s head. He pouted like a little kid before he took another swig of his alcohol. 
“That’s just what you get, Captain!” Lucky Roux laughed. “You know Beck won’t ever disagree with (Y/n)!” 
“Well some of us need to be the adults around here,” Beckman retorted. He held two mugs in his hand, one filled with his coffee, the other prepared just for you. For the first mate, it was practically routine to make your morning drinks for you. He silently handed off your mug to you, and you took it with a hushed ‘thank you’. “Are you still making the list?” 
You nodded while going over the notepad in your hand. “Tomatoes, potatoes, onions…” 
“Don’t forget to add some carrots, since someone,” Beckman’s eyes narrowed at Limejuice, “burned them all.” 
“Hey! It wasn’t my fault! I thought you eat them if they were black!” Limejuice tries to explain. 
“They’re carrots, you can eat them raw!” Beckman shouted in exasperation. “You guys are going to kill me one day!” 
“Oh, don’t be too harsh on them, Beck,” you try to soothe the first mate. “I can always take care of cooking duties, anyways.” 
The men nodded, eager to have your cooking as a guarantee instead of whatever slop they would make in their often drunken stupor. 
“Thanks, mom!” Yasopp cheered. “You know we love your cooking!” 
“Not happening,” Beckman deadpanned. The men slunk their shoulders and groaned. 
“Why not? (Y/n) makes the best food!” 
Beckman rested a hand on his hips. “Because (Y/n) is already busy taking care of a majority of the duties on this ship. I’m not having her overwork herself because you guys couldn’t figure out that carrots are edible.” 
Shanks put down his drink and nodded. “I have to admit, it’s pretty true. Beck has a point.” 
“Thanks, Capta-” 
“So I guess if you want (Y/n) to cook, you need to start picking up the slack!” Shanks proclaimed. “That’s a good compromise, right?” 
You shrugged. “I-I mean, it’s really not necessary, I can cook, too.” 
Beckman placed a hand on your shoulder and shook his head. “(Y/n), they’re grown men, they can do their own laundry and dishes. You don’t need to do everything.” 
“I could say the same thing to you,” you chuckle. “‘Dad’.”
“Not you, too,” he groaned. “You know I hate that nickname.” 
“I know, but it fits you.” 
“‘Mom’ fits you as well.” 
“Okay, you two, get a room!” Shanks laughed. Beckman glared while Shanks waved him off. “Anyways, why don’t you two take care of the shopping today? The men and I will handle things back here.” 
“Are you sure? But Yasopp was saying-” 
“Bah!” Shanks laughs off your concern before rummaging for a bag of coins. “Yasopp wasn’t planning on doing anything. Just take your time and get whatever you guys want. I better see you two relaxed and having fun when you get back!” 
Beckman made a puzzled face as he took the bag of money. “You’re not slick, Shanks.” 
“What’re ya talking about, Beck! I’m just saying, you two should take it easy today. You guys keep this ship and crew running. As captain, it’s only natural I let my best mateys have a day off every once in a while. I’m not some tyrant, you know?” 
You stifle the laughter in your throat and and close your notepad. “Well, we really can’t complain, Beck. Let’s enjoy shopping for a bit.” 
“Sure thing,” Beckman relented. He made sure his pistol was strapped to his belt and put the money into his pocket. “You got the list?” 
“Mhm.” 
“Good. I heard this island is supposedly famous for their bread. If we’re early enough, we might be able to snag some right from the oven,” Beckman comments. Your eyes widen. 
“Really? We gotta hurry then.” 
“Bye mom, bye dad!” Shanks waves with his remaining arm, causing the other members to rush back to the deck to see you off. 
“Bye, you two!” Lucky Roux waves his stick of meat. “Don’t have too much fun!” 
“Don’t stay out too late, lovebirds!” Yasopp jokes. 
“Keep talking like that and I’ll not bring any rum back,” Beckman threatens. 
“Aghhhhh! MOM! Do something about him!” The men whine to you while some of them boo and chide Beckman. 
“Bad, Beckman, bad,” you chuckle as you and Beck begin to walk down the ship. 
“You’re right,” Beckman plays along. “I’m just a horrible, terrible first mate.” 
“The cruelest first mate around.” 
“Mhm. And what does that make you? Just as bad?” 
“Probably.” 
You two go through the streets of the island, taking in the sights. It isn’t long before the sweet smell of bread begins wafting through the air and taking hold of the both of you. 
“Oh man, they weren’t kidding,” Beckman mumbled after inhaling the smell. 
“I think that means we came just in time,” you grin, excitedly walking up to the door of the bakery. You marveled at the selections within the store, as well as some of the bakers making the bread behind the counter. 
“Wow…” you tap your chin. “Maybe we should get some brioche.” 
“They do have flatbreads, too. We could get those for a meal,” Beckman hums thoughtfully. 
“With tuna?” “Now you’re cooking. Add that to the list for our next stop,” he commented, and you nodded before writing ‘tuna’ on your list. 
“I’ll add some rice as well,” you say. 
Soon, it is you and Beckman’s turn to order, and you two greet the old woman working at the counter. 
“And what can I get you two?” You begin to place your order, before turning to Beckman. 
“Do you think we should get anything else?” You ask, glancing back toward the display of pastries. Of course the first mate caught that and nodded. 
“Two pastries,” he added. “You want that one, right?” Beckman pointed at your favorite pastry and you smile bashfully at the fact he knew what you liked without you having to say a thing. 
“Yep, that one,” you confirm. The old woman grins at you two and begins to package your bread. Beck takes the box of it to carry, and promptly thanks the woman. Afterwards, she puts your two pastries in a small, wax paper bag and hands it to you. She sighs contentedly and has a nostalgic look on her face. 
“Oh, you two remind me of the good ol’ days. May your love stay with you forever,” she wishes. The sentiment catches you off-guard for a brief moment. “Sorry, we’re actually-” 
“Thank you, ma’am,” Beckman thanks her. Your eyes widen as he smiles at you, and you can’t help the smile forming on your lips, either. You wave goodbye to the woman and exit the bakery with Beckman. 
“Why’d you say that?” You ask, curious of his intentions. He shrugs, but there’s still a playful grin on his face. 
“Felt natural,” is all he says as you two continue down the street. You rummage through the paper bag and get out the pastry he ordered for himself, one made with figs, and hold it to his lips. He stops his mindless chattering about things to get and leans down to take a bite. 
“Mm, that’s so good. They got good figs,” he mumbles with a mouth full of pastry. You laugh at his silly behavior and wipe some of the crumbs off his chin. 
“Let me try mine.” You take out yours and bite into it, melting at the exquisite taste of the pastry. “Oh, that’s amazing.” 
“Right?” He says enthusiastically. “We have to come back here again and get some more another day.” 
“We should bring some back for the crew next time.” 
“Nah. Let’s keep this one our little secret,” he winks at you. 
“You’re a very cruel first mate, Beck,” you tease. 
“Well, can you blame me? They won’t taste as good without you eating them with me.” 
“I think I have to agree.” 
The day continues on like this, with you two continuing to shop and cart around box after box of supplies for the ship. Beckman and you have practically inspected every item for the freshest produce, meat, and fruits for the crew. Thankfully, you two are the most organized and efficient members of the crew and are practically finished before lunch. 
“Did we grab coffee beans?” You ask, looking at your list again. 
“Right here, dear,” he answers, showing you one of the bags. 
“Okay, good,” you check off another box. “Is that really it?” 
Beckman looks over your shoulder to see the list and the boxes all around you. “Would you look at that… guess we really did get everything.” 
“I mean, this looks like all we need, but we did it so quick,” you say, admittedly wanting to spend more time with the first mate. 
“We did. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t send Roux and Yasopp to do the shopping.” You laugh as you remember the time when those two went to get the supplies, only to come back near midnight with only the most expensive of alcohols and hardly any food. From then on, Beckman had set a rule that if anyone messed up that bad again, they’d have to pay with their own coin. 
“Should we head back, then?” You ask. 
“If you want. I have no problems walking around the town with you,” he replies. 
“Considering you’re pushing that cart, I think we should go back and drop the supplies off.” 
“It’s not a problem, (Y/n). This is pretty easy to pull,” Beckman assures you. 
“Still, I-” you begin, before Beckman places a hand on your shoulder. 
“Hey. It’s okay,” he states. “I’m happy to keep walking with you. After all, even our captain said we should enjoy ourselves. I don’t see any issue with us taking a bit longer to go back.” 
“You really mean it?” Beckman nods. 
“I do mean it. I enjoy our time together, and it’s rare we get the time to just do as we please.” 
You hesitate for a moment then nod at him. It is true, as a pirate, especially in the crew of a notorious Yonko, moments of peace are rather rare and fleeting. Not having to fight for your life or the world is a nice change of pace every once in a while. 
“Okay. Where to next?” You ask as Beckman leads you deeper into the city. The shops are more refined compared to the street markets near the port, leading your eyes to wander. You gasp and stop in front of a display window when you see a gorgeous selection of bracelets. Some are made with gold, others silver, and another with a shiny, black material. Beckman notices you frozen at the display and makes his way to you. 
“Come on, let’s go in.” 
“Huh? Oh, don’t worry about it. I’m just looking.” 
“Don’t be so modest, (Y/n),” Beckman urges. “Go try one on.” 
“I don’t have the-” 
“Nope. No more excuses,” he shakes his head as he opens the door to let you in. You step into the store, amazed at the beautiful jewelry surrounding you. A salesperson greeted you and chatted with you about the bracelets you saw on display. They pulled out the displays for you to try on and you debated which one to pick. 
“Hm…I think I want to try that one on,” you point at the gold bracelet. The salesperson clasps the bracelet gently on your wrist and you marvel how it sparkles under the light. “Beck, what do you think?” 
You show off the bracelet to him and he stares at it with a surprised expression before he composes himself. “It looks great on you.” 
The excited look on your face makes his heart beat faster as you tell the salesperson you want to buy it. 
“Good choice. I do want to let you know we are currently doing a promotion for this particular set. If you buy another one, it’s 50% off.” 
You turn to Beckman expectantly. “Do you want to get one then, Beck? We can match!” 
He examines the bracelets. “I don’t know, I don’t think they’d look that good on me.” 
“Hey, you can’t pull that trick on me after you made me come in here!” 
“Fine, fine,” he chuckles. “I think I’ll try this one.” He picks out the black bracelet and puts it on. He looks impressed with the jewelry and his face softens as he looks into your eyes. 
“Well? Does it look alright on me? Definitely doesn’t look as good as it does on you,” he jokes. 
“It looks great,” you look back into his eyes as you press your wrists next to his. “I think this should be another of our little secrets.” 
“I’m starting to think my bad behavior is rubbing off on you,” he smirks, as he goes to pay for the jewelry. 
“Maybe it is, Beck,” you respond as your eyes are locked on your matching bracelets. 
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The afternoon is spent wandering aimlessly in this town. You two visit nearly every shop, walking and chatting about everything under the sun. Things like memories, what the crew was possibly up to, to even the most mundane topics like sweets and how you like your eggs prepared. 
It feels simultaneously too short and like an eternity between the two of you. He continues to lug around the cart of supplies and other things you two bought in your impromptu shopping trip, never looking any worse for wear. He doesn’t care to focus on something like that when he’s with you. 
The sky is beginning to turn a bright orange and pink as the two of you finally manage to get back to the ship. 
“Wahhh! Mom and dad are back!” Roux yells as the men cheer. Shanks leans over the edge and smiles at you two. 
“Well, well, I didn’t think either of you had it in you to take a break!” Shanks admits. “We all started placing bets on if you would be back by noon.” 
“I was saying midnight, for the record,” Yasopp shouted. 
“You guys are so immature,” Beck chuckles while shaking his head. “We just explored some of the shops. Got a few things.” 
“Anything fun~?” Limejuice says. 
“Bowls?” You lift a few of the new bowls you bought at a store. 
The men throw their hands up and groan. “Really? Nothing else?” 
“Nope,” Beck lies, making them all quiet. He scans the deck and notices it’s rather clean compared to the smelly and alcohol-ridden floor. “So, you guys actually did clean up, hm?” 
“Yeah! Course we did!” Shanks proudly exclaims. “I told you we’d handle it. Now where’s the rum-” 
“When we have dinner.” 
“Ugh… why are you the worst?” 
“Don’t be like that, Shanks,” Beck crosses his arms. “(Y/n) and I won’t be around all the time to handle everything. It’s good for you guys to learn to take care of the ship.” 
Yasopp sighs. “Always so mature and level-headed, I tell you.” 
“You’re so lame, Beck! How does (Y/n) put up with you?” Limejuice whines. 
“Mom, tell Beck he’s boring and needs to be cooler!” Hongo cries. 
“Enough complaining, help put these supplies away,” Beckman points to the boxes. The crew begins to do as told while you and Beck start unloading some of the supplies. As you do so, Shanks calls your name. 
“Hey, gorgeous bracelet. Where’d you get it?” He asks, loving the gold on it. You jump when he mentions it and look at Beckman, who gives a simple nod. 
“Just got it from the shops. It was on sale.” 
Shanks nods and lifts your wrist closer to inspect the bracelet. “Wow, it really looks great on you.” 
“She would hardly step into the shop until I made her. She was eyeing that the whole time,” Beck teases you. 
“Not the whole time, exactly,” you try to explain. “It just was pretty, is all.” 
Beckman lifts a box up to a shelf and Roux loudly gasps, surprising everyone. 
“Beck!” 
“What? What’s wrong?” You and Beck say at the same time. Roux has a knowing smirk on his face as he points to Beckman. 
“You got a matching bracelet, too!” Roux shouts. Shanks and the other men gasp and move in closer to look at it. As Roux said, the black bracelet on Beck’s wrist matches yours perfectly, and the men howl in laughter. Some even begin to exchange money as you and Beck are mortified at their behavior. 
“You guys seriously made bets?!” You cried. 
“It was just a simple one!” Hongo admitted. 
“And who was the one who said they were doing more than just shopping for food?” Yasopp rhetorically asks. 
“You were also the guy who said they’d return at midnight. You lose half,” Roux retorts as he takes the money in Yasopp’s hand. Shanks huffs as he also gives some money to Roux. 
“So like, did you two confess?” Shanks asks hopefully. 
“For the last time- we’re not dating!” You and Beck shout in unison. 
“Could’ve fooled me. You guys act like you’re married.” 
“You guys are in so much trouble,” Beck sternly tells the men as he steps closer to them. 
Some of the men begin to scream in horror. “Whaaaaa! Mom! Save us!”
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miguelschamp · 3 months
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perfect
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pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader
summary: conrad comforts you after a fight with your mom
warnings: angst and family issues, but there’s fluff of course
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the day started off good with everyone excited to celebrate one of susannah’s favorite holidays. susannah’s excitement filling the house as you and your childhood best friends joked around and laughed together as the day went on.
then conrad and jeremiah’s dad showed up which made it very awkward for everyone.
but it slowly became okay again when all of the teenagers went to hang out at the beach. drinking and playing a bunch of different games together.
you guys headed back to the house after a couple of hours and everything seemed alright until it came time to cut the cake.
belly had a little too much to drink and tripped and fell into susannah. breaking one of her dishes and completely destroying the cake.
as belly’s dad helped her into the house and laurel helped calm susannah, your mom turned to you. she immediately put the blame on you. blaming you for not watching belly and letting her get so messed up.
you tried defending yourself, but it was no use. she always expected you to watch over belly and jeremiah seeing as you were right under conrad and your sister.
she did this a lot. comparing you to your sister. your sister stayed with the adults whenever you guys went to the beach, so to your mom, it was automatically your fault. she yelled at you saying how if your sister were there, none of this would’ve happened.
she didn’t even let you get a word out before she stormed into the house slamming the door behind her.
that was how you ended up sitting by the water with tears streaming down your face.
unbeknownst to you, conrad had been looking for you for hours. asking everyone where you could’ve been and no one actually having any answers. he called and texted you multiple times, but got no response.
the last place he decided to check was the beach. he actually dreaded it seeing as there were gonna be multiple parties going on, but he did anyway. he had to make sure you were okay.
he had been walking the beach for almost thirty minutes when his eyes landed on a figure sitting by the water. he slowly approached you as he didn’t know if it was actually you.
“y/n ?” he asks. his heart drops when you turned toward him. “i’ve been looking all over for you. are you okay ?”
you look back toward the water as he sits beside you. “i’m fine.”
“y/n, you’re crying.” he says just as you wipe under your eyes, “what’s wrong ?”
it goes silent as you hesitate to answer. while on one hand you wanted to rant to conrad about what’s been going on with your mom and sister, you didn’t want to burden others with what you thought were petty sibling problems.
conrad watches you as he waits for you to speak up. he could tell by your facial expression that you were debating with yourself on whether or not you wanted to talk.
his eyes don’t leave you as you look up toward the water.
“my mom…” you pause. you sigh as you close your eyes, “it’s like i’m never good enough for her.”
conrad furrows his brows as you sniffle, “she’s always comparing me to my sister. anything i do, she does better. even today when belly tripped and fell into susannah, i was blamed for it when it had nothing to do with me.”
you didn’t know it, but conrad had gone through the same thing. his dad blaming him for not being responsible and stopping belly from drinking.
“but she would’ve stopped belly from drinking and the night would’ve went on fine.” you chuckle humorlessly, “i’m never good enough for her.”
it goes silent again as you take a deep breath. you hug your knees closer to your chest.
“if it means anything, i like you a lot more than i do her.” he says. you can’t help, but chuckle which brings a smile to his face, “i know it’s hard, but don’t listen to your mom. your sister isn’t all perfect like she thinks. no one is.”
“my mom thinks so.”
“i don’t.” he says shaking his head, “you’re amazing just as you are y/n/n.”
you look toward him to find his eyes already on you. as you look in eyes, you search for any sign of pity. it’s the look you usually get from others whenever they overhear your mom. but you couldn’t find any.
conrad was being genuine. which you never thought that he was anything but.
to you, no one ever truly cared or tried to understand how you felt. never feeling like you were doing enough for the people you loved. never feeling good enough.
but if anyone understood you, it was conrad.
“i get exactly how you feel. when you think you’re not good enough or when you feel like you should be doing more.” he nods, “trust me. i get it.”
your eyes search his face as he continues, “but you’re perfect to me. if your mom can’t see how amazing you are, then she doesn’t deserve to.”
your eyebrows pinch together as you take in what he says. a small smile takes over your features, “i thought you said no one was perfect ?”
he chuckles, “i did, but to me you are. you’re everything i think about when i think of perfect.”
your face softens as he looks at you. really looks at you.
“what does that mean, connie ?” you say softly
“exactly what i said.” he says, “you’re perfect.”
your heart skips as a comfortable silence falls over the two of you. conrad has always been someone significant in your life. ever since you were kids when you would play in the pool and steven would swim around pretending to be a shark and conrad would come save you.
when you were kids and he taught you how to surf since jeremiah and steven would make fun of you for not knowing how.
when summer would roll around and conrad was the first person who would hug you whenever you got out of the car.
conrad was always there.
he notices you lost in thought even as you stare directly at him. so, he takes the chance sitting right in front of him.
you blink rapidly as you notice conrad coming closer. he’s slow enough incase you decide otherwise, but you knew you wouldn’t.
your eyelashes flutter closed as he finally places his lips on yours. the kiss is soft, but the butterflies erupting in your stomach couldn’t be denied. your heart beats in your ears as he pulls away.
his eyes on your lips as he doesn’t go far. you look in his eyes and notice how they’ve changed.
admiration swarm through them as the two of you take in each other’s comfort. but he notices how quickly your mood diminishes.
“what’s wrong ?”
“i don’t want to go back yet.” you mumble
he smiles, “we don’t have to. i’ll stay here with you as long as you want me to.”
conrad’s smile seemed to be infectious as you begin to smile. you nod softly as you stare back at him.
you two stayed out there for hours. watching the waves crash as the stars came out.
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lonesome-witching · 10 months
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Forever Starts Now
I was asked to do a sequel to Forever With You this time including the wedding. So here it is. Thank you for the prompt. It was lovely to write.
It does feel weird to not advertise myself in this bit. But prompts reopen this Friday, May 26th. Until then you can always check out my previous prompts or my ao3.
“I will admit, I had pictured your wedding differently.” 
Nancy looked up from where she was pulling at her white gown. It probably shouldn’t have been white. 
“Please mom, not this again.” She sighed as her eyes locked with her mother’s. 
“No, no. I’m not complaining.” Karen stepped further into the room. “You look good. Happy.” 
Nancy forced out a laugh. “Shocking because I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack.” 
“Second thoughts?” 
“No.” Nancy shook her head. “I want to marry her. I love her. But… God, it feels so… so final. Like once I walk down the aisle there is no going back anymore.” 
“Would that be an issue?” 
Nancy wasn’t entirely sure if her mom was trying to talk her out of this or not. “Not for me. I can’t even believe how lucky I am that she wants to spend her life with me but mom,... What if… She-” She took a breath. “She deserves better than me. I’m such a mess and what if one day she realizes that she doesn’t want to clean up after me anymore. I have all this trauma that follows me wherever I go and I keep dragging her into it. Just the other day I kept her up till 5 am, just because I was afraid to go to sleep. And she does it. She does whatever I need her to do every single time but someday she might get tired of it and then… it’ll hurt so much more if I go through with this.” 
“Sweetie.” Karen pulled her daughter into a hug. “How long have you and Robin been together?” 
“7 years.” 
“Exac- 7 years? Nancy! You told me you didn’t start dating until your junior year of college.” Karen exclaimed, pulling back. 
“That might have been a lie. But seriously mom, you didn’t suspect anything? Me and Robin were roommates.” 
“Well, 7 years then. In that time has Robin ever made any move to leave you?” 
Nancy considered the question seriously. She went over every single fight they had had. How they had argued when Robin forgot to do the dishes right after moving into their small Boston apartment together. How Nancy had lashed out when they went to a gay bar and Robin accidentally flirted with another girl several years ago. How Robin had shouted at her when Nancy pulled up her walls or gave her the silent treatment. 
But Robin had secretly done the dishes while Nancy went to the supermarket. And Robin had held her hands and assured her that she was just trying to be nice and that there was no one she could ever love like she loved Nancy. And Robin might have shouted at her but her words had always been kind and she’d spent her nights holding Nancy’s crying form. She had never run out, slammed the door behind her, went to sleep in the middle of an argument. Things that couldn’t be said about Nancy herself who preferred to run before she’d get hurt. 
“She never has.” Nancy admitted, almost ashamed of giving the idea any thought at all.
“Instead she asked you to marry her. She didn’t do that on a whim. She waited 7 years to be sure that this was the best for both of you. She knows what she’s in for and she wants to be with you every day of her life. I might not know everything about your relationship but I do know that Robin isn’t the type to run out when it gets difficult.”
“Nancy! Your wedding is starting in T minus 2 minutes. Please tell me you are ready?” Dustin yelled from the hallway. 
“Time to go.” Karen smiled at her daughter as she pulled her out of the dressing room. 
The first thing Nancy noticed wasn’t the bright bouquets of flowers her mom had picked out, despite what she had said when they were preparing the place. The first thing she noticed was Robin’s bright smile, lighting up the room. That same smile she was greeted with when she came home after a long day of fighting the patriarchy. It was an anchor, keeping her stable. It always made it easy to take the next step. If she could have she’d run to Robin, fall into her arms. She didn’t though. She stayed in check. Noticing how Steve leaned toward his best friend to whisper something in her ear that somehow made Robin smile even brighter. Nancy would ask about it later. Later when they’d be sharing their bridal suit that her own parents had insisted they’d take. 
She stopped walking when she reached Robin. “You look beautiful.” She whispered the second Nancy was in earshot. 
Just like the very first time Robin had said those words, Nancy blushed a soft shade of pink. 
“Today we are joined together to unite these two beautiful women into their holy matrimony.” Murray began his speech. Robin was snickering beside her. “Please tell me you have prepared your own vows.” 
“We have.” Nancy nodded with a smile. 
He motioned for them to start. Nancy could feel her hands starting to sweat. She could only imagine how nervous Robin must be. But when she looked up, Robin seemed as calm as ever, nodding in understanding and clearing her throat. 
“Hello, Nance.” Robin started. 
“Hi.” Nancy replied automatically. 
“Throughout these past few years you’ve changed my life. I remember being 17 and feeling like my whole life was one big error, feeling like I’d never truly be happy. And then you waltzed into my life, smooth as ever, staring me down as if I had just broken into your home and you were getting ready to shoot me. And I instantly fell in love. All it took was one look, one ‘who are you?’” Robin imitated Nancy’s voice as best she could, which wasn’t very well. “And I was hooked. So hooked I was frightened to talk to you for like a year. But then we became friends and I found an understanding in you that wasn’t just unexpected but it was so desperately needed. Since then a lot has changed. Somehow I have gotten you to fall in love with me. It must be the incessant rambling, I’m sure.”
Nancy laughed softly. 
“We went to college together. We moved in together. We build a home and we build a life. And Nancy Wheeler, it is better than anything I could have wished for. I love waking up next to you, whether it’s at 10 am, 6 am or 3am. I love holding you through our shared nights. I love spending hours debating which movie to watch just for you to fall asleep during the opening credits. I love when you complain about work almost as much as when you talk about it with pride. I love reading the first drafts of your articles. I love spending my time with you. And frankly, I can’t wait to keep doing it. I can’t wait to wake up next to you every single day of my life. Because most of all Nancy, I love you. And I vow to keep loving you till the day I die.” 
Nancy couldn’t help but blink away the tears that were forming in her eyes. “Is it my turn now?” She asked, her voice barely audible. 
“Yes.” 
“God Robin, I love you.” She breathed. “I can’t-” Her voice faltered. The instant those two words escaped her mouth, Robin’s smile vanished. 
“We don’t have to. Just say the word and we’ll pretend this never happened.” Robin had lowered her voice to a whisper. 
“Robin, I- I do want this.” She swallowed the lump in her throat, staring into those kind blue eyes that had never been more unsure. “This world isn’t kind to people like us. It isn’t kind to women in general. But Robin, when I get home and see your smile I don’t care about any of that. You make the rest of the world disappear and there is nothing I want more than to stand here with you today and declare how much I love you because Robin, my heart aches when I’m away from you and I’m convinced it shouldn’t continue doing that after being together for this long. I wish the world was different. I wish we could sign that stupid document that would bind us together legally. I wish I could take you to the office Christmas parties instead of having to pretend I’m still waiting for the right man. But you know what, fuck all of that. What we have is between us. And that’s all it has to be. And I vow to cherish every moment we get to spend together. And when one day in the near or far future the world eases up on us like you so believe, I vow to marry you again.” 
“Murray?” Robin said without looking away from Nancy. “Please tell me this is the part where I get to kiss the bride. Because I don’t know how long I can contain myself.” 
“No, no. First it’s the rings. Robin- Wait what is your middle name?” 
“No middle names.” Nancy and Robin replied in unison. 
“Okay. Robin Buckley, do you take Nancy Wheeler as your wife?” Murray asked.
“I do.” She said as Nancy slid a thin gold band around her left ring finger. 
“And do you, Nancy Wheeler, take Robin Buckley as your wife?” 
“I do.” Robin pushed the ring on Nancy’s finger with a soft sigh.
“Then by the power invested in me by your good faith, I pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride.” 
Robin closed the gap between them, pressing her lips against Nancy’s.
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Healing Hearts PT.5 | Virgil van Dijk
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Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?
C/W: nightmares, sleep paralysis, anxiety
WC: 3.515
Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?
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She's yelling at me again, I stare at her. Just hoping she'll eventually get tired and stop talking. I take a deep breath, exhaling while leaning against the kitchen counter as she keeps on ranting. I glance around surprised, I'm back home?
"You should've stayed with him y/n! He was perfect for you, for us!" She shouts, while washing the dishes, seemingly very annoyed.
"Mom- we've had this conversation before. You know what he did- you don't feel bad for me?!"
I try to speak calmly, but my frustration gets the best of me as I raise my voice gradually.
"That doesn't matter! His mom's company and ours are in the same industry, you couldn't have sucked it all up, so we could merge when you got married to him?!"
I mumble a few cuss words under my breath, always the same shit. I loved my mother, but she could actually suggest the craziest things sometimes. How could she think the business opportunity was more important than my happiness?
I open my mouth again, trying to force words out of frustration out. I try to speak, but no noise comes out of my throat. Like my vocal cords got paralyzed in a few seconds. I grab onto my neck, my expression turning panicked. Looking at my mother for help, but she's staring, blankly. The look in her eyes sends a shiver down my spine.
The corners of my vision turn black, a fuzzy feeling washing over me.
I'm in my own apartment again, was I dreaming?
There it's staring at me, in the corner of the room. It's eyes piercing at me. It feels like it's going to pounce at me any second, a dark energy surrounding me. Fear filling my body.
I try to raise my head, but it's like my body is fighting against me, it feels like a hundred bricks are weighing down on my chest. I try to scream for it to leave, to get out. No words leave my lips, my thoughts racing wildly.
"No, go away! Leave, please!"
I squeeze my eyes shut, praying to whomever for me to wake up from this nightmare.
I gasp for air, my body finally gaining some autonomy back as I throw myself onto the floor out of panic. I was on the couch?
I groan, the hardwood floor is cold as my body is sprawled on the unwelcoming ground. I pick my body up from the floor, looking around trying to blink away my sleep. I realize my cheeks were wet from tears, I try wipe them away quickly.
I notice my bag and shoes scattered on the floor, my phone on the coffee table. The TV blaring today’s news as I had turned it on for some background noise in the house. I must've immediately fallen asleep on the couch after I came home from the training center. Too tired due to the sleepless nights I had this past week.
I check the time, deciding to eat something and to go outside to get groceries. I could lay in my bed every single day of my life if I could, but I had to at least try to do something active. Just to find a way to stay sane.
I grab my keys, shutting my door behind me as I go down. I put in my earphones, blasting my current favorite song.
The weather in Liverpool was surprisingly nice. Not too hot thankfully. I walk along my neighborhood, walking in and out of the shops greeting the staff of the shops I would regularly visit.
I walk into my apartment building again, two bags of groceries in my hands. I sing along to the song playing in my ear, trying to find some solace even on my worst days.
I walk into the elevator, pressing the button going up the highest floor. The two minutes ride is quiet, the elevator goes up smoothly, the doors sliding open. But, I'm confused by what greets me.
It's a child? Maybe around two to three years old. Whose kid escaped their apartment? I drop my groceries on the floor, squatting down to get on the child's level.
"Hey, honey. What are you doing here alone?"
My voice is gentle, looking around to see if a frantic parent is in the hallway.
The child giggles at me, her eyes twinkling as she spots a pack of gummies in my grocery bag. I grab it handing the pack to her. Trying to coax her to telling me where her parent was.
She starts waddling down the hall, I follow after her hoping she'll lead me to her home.
She stops in front of a door, it's a little further down mine. I knock twice, holding onto the toddlers hand.
The door swings open, revealing a very frantic looking women. Her eyes dart at me, then down to the toddler. She yells words of relief, picking up the child.
"Bella, baby where were you? I looked away for two minutes and you were gone!" She cradles her toddler, muttering concerned words. I notice her accent is not one from here, it's sounded almost American.
She looks at me, a smile replacing her panicked expression. She seemed young, maybe around my age?
She leans towards me, engulfing me in a grateful hug. "Thank you so much for bringing her back home."
"Oh no it's fine, I just was concerned since she was alone in front of the elevator."
We exchange some more words, followed by her inviting me in for coffee. I hesitate at first, but then remember I haven't even met most of my neighbors yet. I can at least try to get to know them. I put my groceries into apartment before walking back to my neighbor's place.
We both sit on her couch comfortably, the view in her apartment being similar to mine. I learn that her name is Sofia, she lives here with her toddler and her boyfriend. They had moved here for work apparently, her boyfriend being from Liverpool originally.
Our conversation flows nicely, it felt like catching up with a close friend. I hadn't felt this feeling in a long time. The FaceTime calls with my girls didn't feel the same as in person conversations.
I leave her apartment two hours and a new friend later...
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I walk into the team bus, my bag slung around my shoulder. Eyes glued to my messages. Monet had finally gone on a date with the bartender guy. They had apparently hit it off immediately. The group chat had been blowing up since this morning, us wanting to know every single detail of their date.
My eyes dart back up around me, realizing I was one of the first in the bus. I walk down bus aisle deciding to sit all the way in the back. I chuckle to myself quietly, remembering how I would always run sit to at the back of the bus in high school.
I plop down in my seat, leaning back to see everyone else enter the bus slowly. The match today was against New Castle, the guys not being too worried since they had won against them most of the time. Sadly, Ibo had to be out of this one due to a hamstring injury, but we had estimated he'd be back in a couple of weeks.
"Can I sit here?" I look up realizing is Cody.
"Oh yeah of course, you want the window seat?"
He nods, giving me a smile. I make way for him to sit, observing the bus to see everyone else walk in seeing Joel and Virgil take the seats in the aisle next to us. The guys are given a small talk, before we finally depart, it was a three-hour ride after all.
My phone buzzed in my lap, the noise making me pause my conversation with Cody.
I giggle at the message Liz had sent. She had asked if Monet's relationship was a free booze membership for herself from now on.
"Who are you texting?" I look to my right, a smile still on my face. A curious Virgil is looking back at me, almost falling off his seat to see my phone.
I turn my phone screen, placing it on my chest and letting out a fake gasp.
"You're really nosy, you know that?" I state, turning my head back to look at Cody.
"Is he always like this?" I joke, knowing he'd play along. Our joke is played for around five minutes before we both burst out in laughter as Virgil looked a little annoyed.
"I was texting my girlfriends back home, are you happy with knowing who I'm texting hm?" I retort. He clears his throat and I can't help but notice a small smirk he is trying to fight back, his lips twitching as he tries to cover it up with running a finger on his lips.
I shake off the situation, turning back to Cody to continue our conversation before it was interrupted, again.
I notice the guys in front of the bus filming a TikTok, laughing at their banter as they tease each other.
I notice they are walking up to Cody and move my body slightly so can they film him. 
I watch as he starts talking about reading a book to be occupied during the bus ride. I muffle a laugh as I hear the other guys yell about how smart he is.
I turn my head to look at the others filming a TikTok catching Virgil staring at me for a split-second. I avert my gaze, checking the notifications on my phone.
"You have Instagram?" I hear Cody look up from his book. "Of course I do, why?" This leads to the guys eavesdropping, leading to my phone buzzing with follow requests, they were definitely quick with it.
The bus finally arrives at St. James' Park after three hours, staff exits first. I grab my heavy bag, slinging it around my arm. I look around, hearing some New Castle fans booing our team. Football, it really gets the most grown men act like absolute children.
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The match doesn't start the best way possible, with Trent receiving a yellow card for throwing the ball away after getting fouled. He literally slides off the pitch, making the Liverpool supporters go crazy, it did look like it hurt, but he seems to be alright.
A couple minutes later New Castle manages to score after Antony Gordon succeeds in getting past our defenders, the stadium erupting in cheers, setting Liverpool back 0-1 twenty-five minutes in.
Then New Castle gets their foot on the ball again, going into full attack mode, the ball is passed to Gordon again with Virgil right behind him and boom, Virgil making him fall straight on to the grass as his leg gets caught in Gordon's. I stand up from my chair in the medical room, arms folded due to nerves.
And thats a red. I see Virgil stand there in disbelief, I mutter some cuss words under my breath as I see the Liverpool players and Klopp try to change the referees mind. Though, their efforts seem to be in vain as Virgil starts visibly getting angry. Klopp trying to get him of the pitch and through the tunnel, before he gets even more furious.
I crack open my door, seeing him walk towards the locker rooms, he looks absolutely pissed. I leave him to cool off for now, before I go up him.
I watch Luis get subbed of for Joe, hopefully Liverpool will still manage to win with one man down.
I walk out of the medical room five minutes before half time. Knocking on the locking room door, as I wait for him to tell me to enter.
He yells a quick "come in" before I pull down the door handle. I'm greeted by a- shirtless Virgil, he raises his eyebrows in surprise.
"y/n?" I clear my throat, it's not like I hadn't seen him shirtless before during quick check ups in my office or in the gym, but this felt a little- different.
I walk up to him, sitting next to him. "Hey, just wanted to check on you. You're okay right? Any discomfort or pain?" He nods his head as if trying to reassure me. "I'm fine doctor, just a little mad right now." I give him an awkward smile. "Oh yeah- you did look really mad." We chuckle amongst each other, my hands reaching up the pat his shoulder. "You'll be fine. Trust me the guys will win this." I give him a wink before standing up to leave, feeling his eyes linger on me. Half time break would start any minute and I had wait for Dr. Woods and Davis in the medical room.
Half time break finishes, players were fine and Klopp gave them a good pep talk before they went out to the pitch again. I cross my fingers as I watch the screen in the medical room. My intense focus is interrupted my a knock in my door, yelling a "yes" as the door opens revealing Virgil, now dressed in black training clothes.
"Can I sit with you? Locker room is lonely." I laugh at his remark before urging him to sit next to me. We continue watching the match, discussing it as we go.
Darwin is finally subbed in, and before we new it he passes the New Castle defenders. Scoring a beautiful goal.
We stand up from our seats, jumping in happiness as he grabs onto my wrist happily, cheering. We settle down finally, one more goal, and we would win this.
As the 90 minutes start ticking an extra five minutes of time is added, making us both sit on the edge of our seats. Then the ball is passed to Darwin in the same manner again, we gasp, this might be it.
Of course the ball lands in the left corner of the goal. We jump up again, Virgil’s tall frame engulfing me in a suffocating hug as we both bounce from happiness. "Told you they'd win!" I yell, he doesn't pull back, as we stand there to witness the players celebrating. I clear my throat, motioning him to let go. What if someone walked in and got the wrong idea? "I will continue to trust you words y/n." He makes a funny motion, causing a laugh to leave my lips.
The game ends as we both walk back to greet the players, Virgil greeting them playfully.
They freshen up, and we walk back to the team buses.
I walk into the garage, my hands a little clammy as I grip onto my bag, since the last time I didn't have the best experience walking out alone.
"You alright?" I turn back to see Virg behind me a concerned expression on his face. "I'm fine." I say, focusing back on getting into the bus.
I sit in the back again, Virgil sitting next to me as I try to get comfortable in my seat. I watch everyone get into the bus, leaving as the ride home would get us back quite late.
I put in my earphones, the days events and my sleepless nights making me feel exhausted. I lean my head back, sighing and before I knew it I was out cold.
I'm awoken by someone shaking my shoulder slightly, my head leaning on something. I stir, opening my eyes the see Virgil looking at me softly. I rub my eyes, realizing we're back at the training center.
"You slept really nice huh? My shoulder hurts due to your head." I give him a sheepish smile, muttering a 'sorry' before we both get out of the bus.
I bid everyone goodbye as I walk up to my car. Sighing as I try to wake up fully before I start my car to drive. I'm startled by a knock on my window, jumping slightly before turning to look at the person with a bewildered expression. Of course, it had to be Virgil again, he laughs at my face motioning for me to lower my window.
I start my car and press on the window button, lowering the window fully, before turning my car off again. "What is it?" He tells me to calm down before he asks me if I'm okay. I look at him questionably. "Why are you asking me?"
"You looked a little out of it, you're okay right?"
He asks, a concerned expression on his face.
"I'm fine, I promise. I'll see you tomorrow yeah? Get some rest." He stares at me for a second before wishing me a goodnight. I smile waving as he leaves. Turning on the radio as I drive back home a couple minutes later.
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I'm sitting with the guys in the canteen as we're all eating lunch. They've been discussing yesterdays game since the morning with a lot of enthusiasm. Everyone still praising Darwin for his performance. 
He tries to downplay it, trying to tell everyone it was a team effort. I stop him immediately, pulling out my phone to show him an edit I stumbled across on my phone. "Look, they call it a Darwin Núñez masterclass." I say, trying to speak my best Spanish possible.
He watches my screen intently, before giving me a shy but happy smile. Making the table erupt in praises again as they take a peek at the edit.
"You know these edits are fun to watch!" One of them says as they start talking about fan edits. "They do give me an ego boost, can't lie." I snort at Trent's comment, trying cover it up with a cough. "What? Can't do that now?"
I hold myself back from laughing again, reassuring his love for edits. "You can I'm sorry. Enjoy watching your edits as you please."
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I'm sat in my office chair, humming a song as I update the progress reports. I sigh, these will always be exhausting to update one by one.
I check the time, ten more minutes till I'm off. I hurry up a little making sure every detail is typed in neatly and clearly. A knock taking me out of my concentration as I save the reports.
"Come in!" I yell, packing my bag as the door is opened. I look up, it's Virgil. Damn, we had been seeing each other a lot lately.
"What's up?" I ask raising a brow. "Nothing just wanted to ask something. "What is it?"
I grab my jacket holding it against my arm as I grab my bag as well. Walking up to him, and looking up at him. "Do you remember when I promised you dinner when I hurt your nose?"
My eyes flicker into his, right he did promise that. "Yeah, I do why?" Is he asking me out right now?
"I thought you could come over to mines tomorrow, for dinner. I wanted to take you out but you know I didn't want you to be harassed by people recognizing me-" I ponder for a second before agreeing. "What time?" I ask. "At seven. Is that alright?" I nod at him as he bids me goodbye and leaves my office. Was this a date? No- he's making it up to me. That's it.
I get home, freshening up and making dinner before I call my girlfriends. I had to ask them what they thought. I call them, positioning my phone against a flower vase as I take a bite of my food.
"He wants you sooo bad, trust me. You know I'm an expert at this." Priya yells into her phone, I watch her expression intently. "She right y/n, guys don't do stuff like this to girls they don't fancy." Jul chimes in. I sigh, opening my mouth to speak. "He said he's just making up it to me though? How could it be anything else?"
"Sweet sweet y/n, don't act innocent we know you like him too~" I hear Monet say. A blush spreads on my cheeks at her words, trying to suppress the urge to laugh nervously for some reason. "No no no, I don't like him come onnn-" they start teasing me before Liz interrupts. "It's at his house, so what will you wear?"
I freeze mid bite, my eyes widening slightly. "I haven't thought of that yet." I swallow my food down as they urge me to show them my options. I place my dishes in the dishwasher before walking over to my closet, pulling out potential options as they force me to put on and model every single one, acting like they were on Americas next top model.
We all end up agreeing on a simple casual dress, it was in his house so no need to get fully dressed up. Besides, it isn't even a date!!
I jump into my bed and for the first time in a while I manage to drift off to sleep peacefully.
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pedrito-friskito · 1 year
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back to you - santiago garcia x fem!reader
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summary: all your boys are home for thanksgiving.
warnings: santi being santi, broken promises, a bit of angst, reader is the miller’s adopted younger sister, mentions of the movie, perpetually hating on tom, unprotected p-in-v, dirty talk, if I missed anything let me know
a/n: I was so indecisive writing this and I’m still not thrilled with it but iT’S DONE HERE YA GO putting it out into the world. haven’t edited yet, any mistakes are my own!
🍂kay’s autumn adventures🍂 
You’re spaced out. You’ve been spaced out all day, your mind churning every chance it gets. Trying to be a help, but your current state is obviously bleeding into how helpful you can be, what with the way your mother keeps shooing you out of the kitchen. Who knew it was possible to over-mash mashed potatoes.
You’ve found yourself staring at the cabinets, perched on the countertop in an effort to stay out of the way, when your mother freezes. Mrs. Miller’s entire being perks up, head turning in the direction of the front door. “My boys are home!”
She takes off before you can reply, abandoning her casserole dish of green beans and sprinting down the hallway. You slide of the counter and follow suit, having enough forethought to flick of the stove burner as you go.
You round the corner just as the front door swings open, revealing your older brothers. Your mother is instantly in relieved tears, pulling Will and Benny into her arms, squishing herself between the two of them.
Leaning against the wall, you cross your arms over your chest, watching the scene unfold. Will holds your mother close while she cries, and Benny bee-lines for you, grabbing you up in his arms and spinning you around. “My favourite adopted baby sister!” he crows, giving you a sloppy kiss on the cheek.
“I’m your only adopted baby sister,” you reply, smacking his shoulder as he lets you down. “I should hope I’m your favourite.”
He just starts laughing, keeping his arm around your shoulder, leading you towards the door. Will is still hugging your mom.
“Let the man breath, Ma,” you laugh, patting her back. She releases Will only long enough to grab Benny again, and you side-step, reaching for your eldest brother and hugging him close. “Thank god you’re home, she can stop bothering me.”
Will chuckles, giving you a tight squeeze. “Had to come save you at some point. Happy Thanksgiving.”
You’re both laughing as you pull back, and then you catch sight of the two still hanging in the doorway. “Catfish!” you squeal, grinning as Frankie Morales opens his arms for you, spinning you around just like Ben had.
“My favourite Miller!” he yells, giving you an equally sloppy kiss on the cheek. You giggle at the similarities between him and your middle brother. “How ya been, kid?”
“Not a kid anymore,” you reply, sticking your tongue out.
“Thank god for that,” another voice chimes in, and the hair on the back of your neck stands up as Santiago Garcia lays his pretty brown eyes on you. Everything you’d been spaced out about? Your mind churning all day? It’s all come down to this moment.
Catfish brushes past you to give your mom and proper hello, and it’s just you and Pope, him a step down on the porch, staring up at you. You’re frozen, you’re half-sure, every single part of you tingling with something between nervousness and anticipation shooting through your limbs.
The boys have been across the country doing some kind of training the last six months, since they came back from overseas. Your mother was beside herself; plane tickets aren’t cheap and the schedule your brothers were given didn’t exactly give space for family visits.
But being in the same country meant access to phones. Their actual phones. And Santi hadn’t stopped texting you since he was back on US soil.
Been thinking about you a lot.
Hope I get to see you soon.
Miss you, querida.
On and on and on, and then attention had been nothing short of delicious. Conversation with Santi has always come easily for you, right from the first time your brothers brought him home for Christmas, Santi without a place to go for the holiday, and your mother had basically adopted another son.
He had always flirted, which Will and Benny had combated at every turn, but something felt different now. You spoke well into the night almost every night, he called you when he was sure Will and Benny were otherwise occupied, and on a risky whim, you’d driven halfway one weekend, met in the middle, and had the weekend of your life, cooped up in a hotel room with him.
Santiago pulls you close, moving up to level with you. The hug is warm and strong and you inhale deeply as he holds you, resisting the urge to bury your hand in his dark curls. You know what they’ll feel like, silky smooth against your knuckles, and it brings back memories, just like the soft kiss he presses to your neck does, hidden in his embrace, the rasp of his stubbly chin against your throat.
He says the words so quietly you almost don’t hear them, which thankfully means no one else can. “Can’t wait to get you alone later.”
“Go say hello to my mother,” you grit out, pinching his side and pushing him inside. Before I jump on you…
The rest of the day is a blur. It’s full of stories and drinks, food and conversation. It’s never-ending, from all four of the boys, and you hang off their every word. Dinner passes most of the evening, the six of you crowded around the table, wine glasses refilled more times than you can count, bellies full and bodies warmed by the company, the alcohol, the relief to have the boys home safe and sound.
And across the table from you, the entire night, Santi stares. You stare back, chancing your foot forward on the floor, waiting until it collides with his. His eyes flash slightly and you know for sure it’s his foot, not one of Frankie’s ridiculously lanky legs reaching over to you. You smile into your wine glass, turning your eyes back to Benny, who’s neck-deep in explaining to your mother that it was just one night with the girl on base and no, he’s not bringing her home for Christmas.
The boys’ rooms are still their own, yours thankfully down the opposite hallway. Frankie gets the spare room, and Santi agrees to the couch, but the look he shoots you as your mother and brothers retire up the stairs tells you all you need to know. It leaves the two of you and Frankie downstairs, and he’s quick to read the room, clapping Santi on the shoulder and pinching your cheek as he bids you goodnight and heads up as well.
“I’m gonna head up, too,” you say. You’re in a teasing mood, you’ve decided, and the smirk on his face as you get up from your seat is proof enough that Santiago is game to whatever you’re playing. He catches your hand as you walk past, curling his fingers around your wrist.
“Sleep tight, querida,” he says softly, and you give him a grin, leaning down as though you’re going to kiss him. You hear his sharp inhale, see the way his neck extends, head chasing your offered attention. The manly scent he carries with him — the scent you were reluctant to wash from your body after your shared weekend — invades your senses, warm breath fanning your face, smelling of wine and mint.
At the last minute, you turn your mouth sideways, kissing his cheek instead. He makes a deflated sound, squeezing your wrist before releasing you, leaning away as you straighten.
“Goodnight, Santiago.”
He doesn’t say anything, but you can feel him watching you walk away. And yeah, maybe you swing your hips a little with each step.
It’s torture, the waiting. You change — an old t-shirt and no bottoms, but the same underwear he’d peeled off of you the first time he’d gotten you naked — and sprawl on your bed, the anticipation gnawing at you, making your stomach riot with butterflies. Should you creep your way downstairs? Is he sneaking his way up to you? Your brain buzzes with wine still, and after an hour, when the house has fallen almost completely silent, you snag your empty water bottle off your desk and head downstairs. A bit of collateral, should someone else be up — just innocently filling your water, that’s all.
The main floor is decently dark, but you know your way around, careful to step where the staircase doesn’t creak, skirting around the big recliner. Santi’s laid out on the couch, turned away from you, blanket rumpled around his waist. You walk past him completely, hearing the creak of leather as you head for the kitchen.
You turn on the light over the stove, setting your water bottle on the counter just as you hear the squeak of a foot on the tile, your socks having covered your own steps. A moment later, familiar hands fall heavily onto your waist, bunching your t-shirt over your hips, fingers digging into your skin hungrily.
“God, I missed you,” he groans. Santi doesn’t waste anytime, turning you quickly, gripping your hips and lifting you back onto the couch. He pushes your knees apartment, presses himself between them until your thighs are hooked around his sides, feet locked together at his back.
He kisses you hard, lips moulding to your own, teeth scraping and tongue tasting. It makes your eyes roll back in your skull, body keening into his grip, hands diving into his hair, like you’d wanted to do at the front door. It’s just like you remember, as soft and silky as your memory serves, curls wrapping around your knuckles as you move with him. You can already feel the heat rising, the want pooling between your legs. You’re sure he can feel it, every move he makes spurred by desperation to get you closer, to feel you harder, to chase the pleasure.
You want it just as bad, one hand dropping to yank at his t-shirt, dipping beneath to squeeze his shoulder. When you dig your nails in, he groans, mouth dropping from yours to your throat, nipping at your pulse. “I like it when you tease,” he murmurs to you, words spoken against your pulse.
“You like it more when I’m naked,” you grin, tipping your head back as he drags his tongue up your throat. “Or tied up.”
He groans at the mention, the reminder of your weekend together sparking in both your minds. You hadn’t put clothes back on at all if you could help it, only getting fully dressed once to run out for fast food and a quick trip to the grocery store, loading up on snacks and junk food to last you the rest of the trip. And then Santi had tied you up with the belt from the hotel robe, your arms locked behind your back, wrists bound. It was intense, and you’d loved every second of it.
“I’ve thought about you every day since that weekend, querida,” he mumbles out, his dark eyes wild as he pulls back to look at you. “Every single day.”
“I got that,” you quip, smiling as you lean in to kiss him lightly, “from the texting, and the sexting.”
He curls an arm around your waist, hauling you closer to the edge of the counter, his other hand diving right into your underwear. You choke on a gasp, his name drawled off your tongue.
“You’re not fucking me on my mother’s kitchen counter,” you grit out, clapping your hand over your mouth as he slides two fingers into you without warning, thumb rubbing expert circles over your clit. “Santi.”
“What do you suggest?” he asks, mouthing along your jaw while he works you, grinning as he does it. “Want me to bend you over the couch? Take you upstairs, fuck you in the room you grew up in? You’d have to keep quiet though, wouldn’t want Fish or the boys to hear us. Well, Fish maybe, but—”
“Bathroom,” you breathe out, gesturing towards the powder room near the front door. It’s far enough from the staircase, out of the way enough that you won’t have to worry about sound carrying. You’ll still have to be quiet, sure, but it’s a better spot than the counter your mother was preparing dinner on not eight hours ago.
Santi grabs you, hauls you up against his chest, both hands cupping your ass and thighs, squeezing the meat of them as he walks you down the hall towards the bathroom. There’s a bit of counter there, not nearly as much space as you’d had in the kitchen, but it means he’s closer, his body heat pouring over you as he pulls the door shut, flicking the lock on the door handle.
You let out a tiny squeak as he wrenches his t-shirt off, the fabric puddling on the floor. His sleep pants and boxers go next, and you waste no time following suit, your t-shirt joining his, underwear dangling from your ankle before Santi yanks it off, grinning down at the scrap of lace before dropping it to the floor. It’s a blur of movement, your hands reaching for his shoulders as he crowds closer, head dropping as he takes himself in hand, drags the tip of his cock through where you’re already dripping.
“You missed me too,” he mumbles, his forehead landing on your collar as he pushes into you. Your whole body seizes as the pleasure rackets through you, familiar and overwhelming. “God, you have no idea how much I missed this tight little pussy, baby.” He fills you to the hilt, his grip on your hips not faltering for a moment as he pulls you close. “Fuck, how do you feel so good?”
“Just lucky, I guess,” you quip, the words getting caught in your throat as he pulls out nearly all the way before pushing back in, a drawn-out thrust that makes your breath explode in your chest. “Santi.”
“Yeah?” he replies, another thrust prickling along your every nerve. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Fuckin—” you choke out, digging your nails into his shoulder as he slams in hard, the hardest yet, every inch of him dragged along every inch of you. He’s watching, eyes glued to your face as you tilt your head back against the mirror, your other hand locked in the back of his hair. “So fucking good, Santi, oh my god.”
You babble out more words, you’re sure, everything in you torn asunder as he drives into you. There’s too much in your head, it’s too full. Anyone could come downstairs at any moment, the door yanked open by Frankie or one of your brothers or, God forbid, your mother, but you don’t care. It’s Santiago, and this…whatever this is, you just want more of it. You’ve wanted more of it since the first time, and it all just spurs you on further. You need him closer, deeper, you need more.
He’s growling in your ear, dirty words moaned and coupled with tugs on your hair, your hips, your waist. “I’m always gonna do this, you know,” he rasps, and your brow pinches, confusion pricking at your brain as his cock drags along something devastating. “I’m always gonna come back to you, can’t get my fucking fill of you.” Santi pauses, pushes his mouth to yours, kisses you deep before he’s talking against your lips. “You feel so good, you taste so good, you’re just so good. I’ll always come back, baby, always.”
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He doesn’t. 
Santi doesn’t come back, after that night. The boys get their next assignment a week later, dragged halfway across the country. Your mother is a mess, a tearful goodbye at the airport that ends with you nearly dragging her from the terminal. Santi pecks your cheek and gives you a tight hug, and you want to think it lingers, but he’s gone before you can really tell.
Before you know it, it’s been years. Years, and all you know is that he’s down south, making his way through Colombia. Something about empowering the people to police themselves, according to Fish. There’s the occasional text, sometimes phone calls, but it’s not the same. Nothing is the same.
Years, and the squad is forced into retirement, much to the happiness of your mother. There’s a few jobs they run, bills mystically paid and the mortgage shrinking quickly over time. But then Santi disappears completely, Will starts giving his pep-talks, Benny gets neck-deep in fighting rings and what have you, Frankie picks up some not-so-good habits, and you try to keep everyone afloat. Especially when it becomes glaringly obvious that Tom Davis is less than accountable.
Santi talks to the guys sometimes, but all you get is radio-silence. And it hurts, at first. It hurts and it aches and the memory of him lingers like a bad hangover that you can’t shake.
Then Benny comes home from a fight in a chipper mood, Will almost more so, and you side-eye your brothers. Sure, Benny’s in a good mood when he wins a fight, even better when there’s a girl following him home, but this is different.
They both slink into the kitchen, sharing glances while you fill your water bottle at the sink. “You gonna tell me what’s going on,” you say without looking at either of them, “or do I have to ask?”
“We have a job,” Will says, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning against the counter. “Colombia.”
The hair on the back of your neck stands up. “Legal?”
Benny laughs. “Nothin’ gets past you, huh, sis?”
You lift a shoulder. “How long has Santi been back for?” Your brothers share another look. “Tell me.”
“Couple days,” Benny answers, hauling himself onto the counter. “We leave on Thursday.”
“Tom in?” you ask. You might not like the guy, but your brothers have told you enough. Redfly has a tactical mind like no other. It’s a comfort, if anything, knowing he’ll be there with the rest of them, hopefully running point.
“The only reason I said yes,” Will admits. “Pope will be here Thursday morning.” When you shoot him a look, Will lifts his hands. “Just giving you a heads up.”
“Good luck telling Mom where you’re going,” you grit out, and stalk from the kitchen.
Unsurprisingly, your mother is still weeping by the time Santiago is knocking on the door. Will and Benny’s bags are by the door, the pair of them still in the living room trying to convince her that everything will be fine. It leaves you to open the door, trying to stuff down the anger that rises in your throat.
He looks good. Of course, he looks good. His hair is lighter than you remember, temples run through with salt and pepper, a bit of grey in the stubble lining his jaw. He’s broader too, muscles bulging beneath his jacket. His face falls when he sees the expression on yours, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans.
“Hi.”
“Hi.”
He gestures vaguely. “Listen, I should have—”
You slap him. You slap him hard, your hand flashing out, hard enough that his head swings sideways with the force of it. Before he can get another word out, you grab him by the front of his shirt, yanking him forward across the porch.
He tastes the same. It’s a frantic kiss, all teeth and tongue. He holds onto you like a lifeline, and you curl your hands in his jacket, holding him back. 
“If anything happens to my brothers, Santi,” you breathe out, stopping him from speaking with a finger pressed to his lips. “If anything happens to you, I—”
“I’ll come back to you this time,” he replies, leaning in to kiss you once. “I promise you, querida. This time, I’ll come back.”
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thestoryden · 2 years
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Hey, i was wondering if you could write an eddie x reader where her parents fight, can't really provide a good home so she goes to his trailer for comfort a lot! No smut please, thank you!
Home for the Weekend
Paring: Eddie x Fem!Reader Warnings: Parental Abuse Word Count: 751
i am in love with this request. i worked on this in between some other of my fics. hopefully it comes out to your liking anon ❤.
also my requests are open, but it is taking a bit of time to get through them all.
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A cup hurdles over your head and smashes into the wall. It shatters to pieces and falls to the floor. Then a saucer comes after it. You duck down. 
“Seriously?” your dad yells. “Dishes at the kid.” 
“Well, Mark, sorry for having such a bad aim.” your mom screams back. “I was trying to hit you.” 
She sits back down at the table. Trying to compose herself. 
“Can we just, like, eat.” you interject. 
“Go to your room.” your dad retorts, “you can come back and eat when you stay out of other people’s business.” 
You purse your lips and get up and head for your room. You shut the door behind you and slide down it. 
“Young Lady!” your mother calls out. “You better stop slamming doors in my house.” 
You sob and cover your mouth. You click the lock on your door as softly as possible. You feel like the sound will swallow you up when you hear it. It sets off another back and forth between your parents. You throw on a hoodie and head for your window. You slide it open and climb out. You grab your bag from your bed and pull it through the window. Then shut it behind you, leaving it slightly cracked. You tumble towards the forest as you scramble towards the shortcut to Eddie’s. 
When you arrive at his door there is a note waiting for you. 
“Y/N, gone out to get food be back soon. Eddie.” 
You laugh. Of course, he knew you were coming over. It was 6’oclock on a Saturday. You had come over consistently every Saturday night for the past four weeks, because your parents kept trying to have “family dinners”. This time it seems Eddie has finally caught the rhythm of things. You slump down at his door and wait. It feels like an eternity, but after a while Eddie pulls up in the driveway. You breathe a sigh of relief. 
“Y/N,” Eddie calls from his van, “You’re early to our appointment.” 
“Correction, Munson, you are late.” you jeer. 
He breaks out into a massive smile. You pop up from the ground as he half-tackles half hugs you. You push him off. 
“Okay, okay, I get it, you missed me.” you say. 
“A whole 24-hours without seeing your face, how could I not.” he laughs and ruffles your hair.
You enter into his trailer and head for his bedroom. You can’t help but take solace in the familiar surroundings and the quiet. This place seems like a pocket of the universe tucked away from time. You think about asking if you can stay the whole weekend. You drop your bag on the ground and lay back on Eddie’s bed.
“Hey sleepyhead,” he shouts from the kitchen, “come get some food before it gets cold.” 
“Oh, shit,” you say under your breath.
You scramble to the kitchen and grab a burger from the greasy bag. You bite into it and finally feel like you are not starving for the first time today. You tear through it. 
“Jesus,” Eddie says, “Do they not feed you over there?” 
You raise an eyebrow. 
“Sorry, not funny,” Eddie grimaces, “Do you want to talk about it?”
You have finished your food at this point and the thought of talking about your family situation makes your stomach jolt. 
“Eddie I-,” you start.
“-don’t want to talk about it. I get it,” he finishes, “but why not think it over with this.”
He reaches into another one of the bags and hands over a chocolate shake. 
You accept it begrudgingly and you both head to his room. 
“It was the same as the last time. Except this time, he- he-” your voice breaks, “he threw stuff at me.” 
You begin sobbing loudly. Eddie wraps his arms around you and you nuzzle into his chest. He reaches a hand to your head and smooths his hands gently over the crown of your head. 
“Hey, hey don’t worry. You can stay here as long as you need.” he says calmly. 
You rest in his arms and he gently rocks you, and you stay like that for hours until you drift off. He gently lays your head onto a pillow. He grabs a blanket and wraps himself up in it and lays down on the floor with a balled up hoodie for a pillow. Your body rises and falls slowly as you breathe, and he falls asleep watching your body move through the soft rhythm.
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greenletters07 · 8 months
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Cure Mask - Chapter 2
Previous chapter:
"It w-was ju-juust a dream, r-right?" Kayden wondered slowly as he took the mask from the desk and he felt the warm wood, like someone had worn it not too long ago. On the one hand, he was not able to believe that those events had happened like this, but on the other, his heart sank at the thought that his desire had been so strong that it translated into a lucid dream. Before he could reflect on it, he heard the door open, so he hid the mask under the pillow. His mother entered the room quickly.
"Kayden! You made me worried!" she exclaimed as she was giving him a hug. Kayden accepted it, careful not to crush the mask, if that was possible. "Come on, I made dinner…"
"But…"
"No buts, young man, I told you to leave early and you took all morning, you didn't even let me know when you arrived, and when I noticed it when I entered your room I saw you snoring; you were in that bed the whole afternoon... What happened to you? What were you doing? Did you run a lot or fight someone or why were you so exhausted?"
Kayden stared at the floor and felt a sudden dizziness, as if the weight of everything that had happened was falling on him in that instant. He did not have clear memories, but he felt that in his body there were reminiscences of fantastic attacks, crazy sensations, a type of strange appearance and a dark and fearsome beast... And the sound of stretching wood.
"I… I d-don't remember"
"How come you don't remember? Do you have a fever?" His mother touched his forehead and his neck to see if he didn't have high temperatures.
"N-no mom, I'm fine… I'm sure it's just hunger, hehehe…" Kayden gently pushed her away. "By the way, what time is it?"
She gave him a suspicious look before sighing and moving to the doorway.
"Almost eight... Well, let's go to dinner."  she said before going downstairs.
Kayden stayed on the bed for a while until his stomach growled. He got up from the bed and left the room, not seeing that under the pillow a green light was shining. The boy went to the kitchen and ate soup sitting at the table next to his mother. From time to time she commented on rumors from this morning, such as some earthquakes, which increased the boy's confidence in believing that it had indeed happened.
Once he finished, he washed the dishes, went back to his room and closed the door. He uncovered the pillow and took the mask without noticing anything else, sitting on the edge of the bed. Kayden stared at the expressionless face of that wooden object, and with each passing second, the images of what had happened became clearer.
He, Kayden Rosier, had been a superhero.
"I became a cure!" he yelled while he jumped for joy. "Cure Mask… hmm, doesn't sound so bad…" he opined with a proud smile as one of his hands was stroking his chin. "I have my own villain, my transformation object… if I only had a magical companion as well" he complained, looking around to see if someone else came before him. However, nothing happened. "Anyways… the mask… how does this work? What powers do you have…? What else can I do with you?"
He flipped the mask over and immediately that greenish glow with an iridescent trail appeared. Kayden felt his breathing grow heavier, as if he was about to experience something new, yet somehow familiar. He was bringing the mask closer to his face, but before he could put it on, another bright light caught his attention.
Kayden turned to the bed, and where the mask was, he found a bracelet. It closely resembled the mask, the same wood-green color with a silver band, but with holes instead of buttons, similar to the metal bar on the mask, with the same (albeit pushable) silver button with the L. Kayden put the mask down on his pillow and reached for the bracelet with his right hand. To the boy's bewilderment, the bracelet jumped by itself onto his left wrist.
"Wait… No no no no…!" he said as he struggled against the bracelet, which spread out to cover his wrist.
Kayden tugged and tugged at the bracelet, but to no avail. The bracelet became a circle around his wrist, and it seemed to take control of his left hand as it began to move on its own, further surprising the boy. His hand jerked back and Kayden was completely pulled from him, staggering and crashing into the desk, knocking over some notebooks. Then his hand led him to a nearby wall. Kayden grabbed his wrist in an attempt to stop it, but the wrist had more force and it kept moving across the room, sending books and clothes falling off him, all while Kayden gasped and groaned for the effort.
The thing ended as suddenly as it began. The hand stopped and Kayden was stopped in the middle of his room. He panted as he calmed down, relieved that it was done.
He heard a knock on the door.
"Kayden, are you okay? I heard noises…" his mother asked.
"Think fast, think fast!" Kayden whispered looking around, he couldn't let his mother see the mess. "Uh… I-I fell out of bed after getting some sleep, but I'm fine now! Don't worry."
"Are you sure…? Well, if that's what happened and you're all right, good night!"
"Yeah, night…" Kayden said. He waited until he stopped hearing his mother's footsteps. "Okay… Now you…" Kayden focused on the bracelet. "I'm guessing you're connected to the mask, given the resemblance in material… Are you my cure amulet?!" His eyes sparkled with excitement. "Of course! My transformation element, I'm sure the bracelet is to collect power ups or something like that… I only need the fairy!" He looked everywhere again, even to the spot where he had found the bracelet, but he only found the mess. "Sure…" he whispered disappointedly and returned to fix his gaze on the details of the bracelet. "I wonder… is this a pressable button?"
He brought his finger to the button inscribed with the L and pressed it. A pop alerted him and Kayden turned back slowly. When he did, he saw the mask jump right at his face.
"Wait!" he yelled as he was thrown back by the crash. The wood creaked as it stretched painfully across his head. "No… I don't… want to…".
Kayden tugged at the mask with all the strength he had, but the mask clung on with an enormous will, as if it were its only purpose in existence. The tendrils covered the hair on his occipital area in an instant they covered his entire head. Kayden yelled as he tried once more to remove it, but it had taken on a slimy, rubbery texture that slipped from his fingers. Kayden could feel in pain as the entire mask molded itself furiously over his head, and he could only respond with moans and grunts of defeat. His body was wrapped in a black and green whirlwind that spun around the room.
However, contrary to what anyone would expect, the objects that were left on the floor, notebooks, books, clothes, papers... everything was left in its place, collected and clean, as if no struggle had occurred. The whirlwind, once it had left the room tidy, stopped.
"Always against the expectations... Cure Mask!" The being appeared with a crazy smile, colorful sparks glowing fast behind him. He was wearing the same clothes he had the first time, but his eyes had a bright reddish tone. "Because you always have to set an example for children, am I right?" he added smiling and winking. "But enough of playing the good kiddo! It's time to have some fun and show the world what else I can do!"
Cure Mask snapped his fingers and two pairs of robotic arms ending in white gloves appeared out of nowhere, took over his body and began to squeeze and disfigure him. It sounded like a mass of rubber being deformed accompanied by high-pitched giggles and grunts. His hands turned his body into a ball, the size of a volleyball. One of his hands held a band, and the hands put the ball in it and stretched the band like an arrow preparing to be released, and released it. The Mask ball shot like a bullet into the starlit night sky to the cry of "THIS IS LIFE!!!"
The sky was covered by yellowish gray clouds, which blocked any form of light that could illuminate the huge room through the windows. The details of the hall could barely be visualized by the flames of purple torches that hung on the walls. On one wall, there was a transparent tube with a black liquid that barely filled a few centimeters; beside the tube was a red-barred door that concealed an amorphous presence, its essence gathered in black and dark red clouds. In front of the door, four kneeling figures, three of them hooded, and the one that was not the one closest to the front.
An icy, depressing voice spoke through the bars. "Get… more… fear… don't lose… the gems…"
"Yes, sir" the four beings exclaimed with a bow and walked away from the door.
One of the hooded figures, a female voice, spoke. "Who knew that someone would stand in the way of our Lord's wishes, eh, Karkus?"
Karkus was the one without a hood. He clicked his tongue in annoyance.
"It was just a brat who got a magic item out of sheer luck, he's no match for me" he replied.
"Or it will be that you are not a match for him…" replied a third voice, masculine and deep.  "The great Karkus,  beaten by a boy, you should be ashamed, don't you think?
The others laughed as Karkus's cheeks turned red with anger.
"What's next?" said the last voice, more playful, "for that baby to end up taking the gem from you"
"It wouldn't surprise me" added the second voice. "Since he's kinda the weakest of all of us"
And the laughter got louder. Karkus couldn't stand it, he felt that his patience was going to burst in no time. How dare they discredit him after a failed first attempt? Karkus already wanted to see their faces facing that brat. But at least he was right in his level of mental resistance, since it didn't happen that long after when he couldn't take it anymore after the four of them left the place.
"You will see that I will defeat him!"  Karkus yelled at the others before snapping and disappearing.
Next chapter:
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bringmefoxgloves · 8 months
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(vent cw)
i really hate myself rn. i need to wash my bedding cause it feels gross but my step dad is washing the entire high school football team’s uniforms. i want to rip off this heart monitor even though i have one more day on it and i want to feel clean and normal and not hate how my hair looks and that i’m sweating so much, so i always feel gross. my room and this house feel disgusting and stresses me out and yet my room is the only place i can hide.
and i just now sat out in the kitchen eating something i fear will affect my tummy (chicken alfredo which has a lot of cheese but i forgot my lactaid) and trying to hold back my physical cringing at how loud my younger brother was yelling directly in my ear as he was telling a story to my mom on my other side.
it something about his wallet disappearing from the locker room because my step dad snagged it so it wouldn’t get stolen and how he was ready to beat up any kid who took it (they were all freshmen and he’s a senior) and then blew up on my step dad for taking it. i think my younger brother honestly has anger issues in how he was ready to employ violence as his first instinct.
and then as soon as i finished my plate i stood up, felt dizzy as my family immediately commented on me getting up so fast without talking to them. i told them i was tired, i just wanted to get the hand washes done while i had energy left as i was fading fast. which lead to my brother bringing up last night and then i had to expel more energy i didn’t have to defend myself against my brothers half assed apology as i tried to explain what happened. all for my step father and mother to say that ‘this seems to be a communication issue’ and take his side and it fell on me and *i* should have informed my brother that i was going to bed.
however, i told my parents i was going to bed early because my younger brother was still on an hours long facetime call with his girlfriend (who he drove to see… overnight? like he stayed over with her. wtf. so it’s fine for him, a 17 year old, to do that when you never would have let me do the same if i had asked when i was his age? i smell some sexism here) and wasn’t available for me to tell. i fucking told someone, i told my brother but he was too eager to get back to his facetime with his girlfriend to listen to me as i half sobbed from my bed when he woke me up with a pound on my door, i told him that i was too- and that’s all i could get out before he slammed the door last night telling me to just do the dishes. so i told someone, he just didn’t fucking listen because i must be lazy or trying to avoid chores.
i would have assumed my mom or maybe my step father (but who am i kidding. he’s not done hand washes if someone else cooks in years) to help cover for me but they didn’t, last night they just watched another episode of the good doctor and went to bed. or maybe i just wanted my younger brother to do them (he had a standing offer to do all the dishes if i was tired a few days ago? guess that has been rescinded) but no.
instead i had my entire family telling me this was my fault while i was trying to shakily walk around to put stuff away in the kitchen. they finally shut up when i told them it took me two whole hours to do the dishes last night. and then my step dad muttered under his breath that he could hear how long i was doing dishes last night. like i was still the problem.
but i’m now on my bed and i just want to cry but i won’t because someone will come in and try to comfort me and ask what’s wrong and i can’t explain it without sounding ungrateful and entitled and weird and asking too much from my family and this fucking world
my entire scalp itches and i should finish repairing the pants i wanted to wear to pride which is in three days but i don’t know if i’ll have the energy. i also signed up for two volunteer shifts at pride cause i thought i would have more energy but this week has just been fucking draining me. i don’t want to let people down, i don’t want to miss out on my community, but i’m afraid i won’t be able to summon up the energy. i know i will crash afterwards for sure.
i can feel myself on the verge of a meltdown and i am in sensory overload mode cause my brother played such loud music in the shower that i could clearly hear it in my room, and everyone eating and talking made me want to scream, and now my parents are watching another good doctor episode in the living room with the sound up so loud. i stg i’m going to break.
today i still had to clean up after everyone just leaving random dishes out and crap scattered around cause i’m still the live in housekeeper as an adult child not paying rent, my bank account is empty (i have less than two dollars in there but i’m scared of asking my parents for more money cause i see my brother taking more money from them while they say we have to tighten our finances), i can’t get a job because of my health. i want to continue in my plans of opening my own business but i don’t know how i will with everything going on.
i’m scared and uncomfortable with how weak my legs are, i just want some time alone and to rest. i want my own space without anyone breathing down my neck, without judging me, without thinking if i just applied myself i could do things. i want someplace without my step dad asking me if i have more energy now, as if that answer will change right now in the conditions i’m in. someplace where i didn’t have my mother going on a new diet kick or shaking some alternative medicine that will surely cure my long covid and fix my gut microbiome (because if i fixed my gut i would get all my energy back and be normal again, it will fix whatever is wrong with me, cure me and make me normal again) in my face.
i want a place where i could eat at the table without feeling like i’m in the middle of a battle field and i can hear everyone’s chewing and breathing like they’re right in my ear, a place where my brother won’t walk in on me naked in the bathroom (because that happened today). a place i could shut my door without being called antisocial and leave it open without everyone coming to ask me to do something for them.
i want a place i could be alone, where i could spread out and inhabit my own space, someplace i could eat and make my own food, control what is in the cupboards and fridge, that i could lay on the floor and stim freely, a place where i didn’t have five pets assaulting my nose and demanding attention and getting hair everywhere.
a place i could use a shower stool without being called lazy or over exaggerating, someplace i could use a wheelchair because i desperately need to, someplace i could have things laid out to assist me rather than hinder me.
someplace i could dress as i want/have my hair as i want with no one questioning what my gender is. someplace i could have my own private sexual life and not have to answer my brother’s questions about my sexual orientation and identity and what i have done or listen to him boast about his conquests.
i want my own place, independent and stable and safe for a disabled and neurodivergent person like me.
but the world isn’t set up for that.
i look at other people my age or even younger who are in better places, with better jobs, living on their own, able to care for themselves and it just feels so unfair that i can’t have that. that my mind and my body aren’t set up to operate like that without a lot of help.
i know i will need help for a long time yet and it’s clashing with my desire for independence. i’m fucking 26 and living in my parents house. but i still need to stay here cause in two years my top surgery will take place and i have no one else to care for me.
i feel like i’m stuck in amber and going fucking nowhere.
i’m just…. i’m so tired. i know i’ll be fine eventually, all’s well that ends well and if it isn’t well yet it isn’t over and all that, i know. i know i just have to be patient but i’m tired.
anyways thanks for reading and i’m certain i will feel better tomorrow.
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sasuhinasno1fan · 2 years
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A wish for a different life- Adrien AUGreste Day 9
Very short and I’m very tired. Adrien curses a lot here and yells at Lila, so heads up.
Mother
“For the love of god, if you don’t want me to hit you, say it correctly!”
“Don’t be so pastay.” Kim smirked, seeming to ignore the red growing on Adrien’s face. He laughed to himself until a swift kick was delivered to his shin.
“1, it’s pronounced nyow-kee. 2, I’m the pun master and that wasn’t even fucking good!”
“You kicked me!” Kim yelled, hopping dangerously on the stairs, glaring at Alix who fell off her own chair with laughing so hard.
“You asked for it!”
“Ok Adrien,” Nino said putting his hands on the blonde shoulders, “we promise we won’t mispronounce Italian dishes anymore. Or make jokes about pasta or how your words sound the same.”
“So do yours!”
“Alright everyone,” Mml Bustier walked in and everyone headed to their seats, “before I invite your parents inside, let’s go over a few rules so we don’t have to same issues as last time.” She gave a look to Chloe, who look embarrassed as she turned up her nose. “Firstly, let’s make sure all our things are in our bags, shall we?”
“you accuse someone one time.” Chloe complained.”
“You got my dad fired. And Akumatized.” Sabrina mentioned.
“I apologized! And I got my dad too as well.”
Adrien leaned over to Nino. “Do I wanna know what happened?”
“Technically Chloe pinned it on Marinette because she singled her out,” Nino started.
“She insulted my dad’s food!”
“But Chloe lost a bracelet and Agent Roger wouldn’t arrest Marinette without evidence so the Mayor fired him. He got akumatized, it was a whole thing.”
“Never a dull moment in the Miracuclass.”
Adrien ignored most of what Mml. Bustier was saying. Parent Day was hit or miss with his parents, usually miss. Dinner was usually replaced with it and any private performances of whatever Adrien had on display. While his mom had promised to try harder to be more involved, the recent string of meetings couldn’t be missed. She’d promised she’d try her hardest to get out of some of them, but his mom had been spearheading a lot of things so he wasn’t surprised when she told him that morning she couldn’t. he didn’t mind, it was just going to be parents explaining their jobs and then watching their kids show off their best school work. And besides, he wasn’t the only one who’s parent couldn’t come. Max’s mom had been called in since she was the only one who was trained to run the newest underwater train. Alix wasn’t sure if her brother or father would be the one coming, both having busy schedules. Rose said her mom had been given a massive order and was understaffed. Lila, well it would be headline if her father ever left the house.
His dad had called to tell him he’d be passing by Paris for a few meetings of his own before getting back to Italy, so he’d have a chance to see him, but for today, it was a miss day for his parents.
“Mr. Rossi, if you could please put your phone away.” Mml. Bustier asked as she opened the door and waved parents inside. “Welcome parents and guardians. Thank you all so much for taking time out to see what your children have been doing and allowing us time to hear about yourselves. We’ll start with the parents first. Would anyone like to go first?”
“Oh, excuse me!” Adrien’s head rose at a very familiar voice. He watched his mother squeeze her way to the front, her bun slouching and hair slipping out as she took deep breaths. “I hope I’m not late. I’m Viola Rossi, I’m-”
“Mama!” Adrien shot out of his seat and launched himself at his mother. He was glad she was in flats as opposed to her usual heels because he definitely would have knocked her down.
“Oh, easy! I’m Adrien’s mother.”
“I thought you were in meetings all day.”
“with the mayor mostly and he was coming here, so he rescheduled. I didn’t find out until I got to the embassy.”
“Adrien, perhaps your mother would like to go first?” Mml. Bustier asked.
Adrien didn’t answer, dragging his mother to where his teacher stood and then plastering himself onto her, not letting go. He didn’t care that he seemed to act like a child, as his mom had yet to stop holding on to him as well. He’d been fully ready to just see his mother tonight and he knew his mom could have put in more meetings with the cancelled ones. But no, she rushed over here so she could be with him. She’d been so busy and even with lunch dates, he missed her like crazy.
“Buongiorno everyone. Like I said before, my name is Viola Rossi. I’m Adrien’s mother and a diplomate for the country of Italy.”
“She’s working with other countries to give assistance for akuma attacks.” Adrien cut in.
“Thank you caro. Many countries were worried about what would happen if Hawkmoth attacked and came here to get more information as well as offer assistance. We’ve been talking with your mayor on a number of possible solutions from giving everyone more accurate information about the attacks, how to get your heroes to the scene faster as well as options if the magic they have fails in any way, such as what happens if the Reset can’t fix the damages.”
“she was hand picked for this assignment because of her natural way with people. She actually stopped two arguing politicians and stopped a hero in New York from attacking a civilian. The civilian totally deserved it though.”
“he just justice after, he got save by that hero so he had no choice but to be kind. And the politicians weren’t that big a deal.”
“Is moving to different countries really cool?” Mylene asked.
“experiencing things is but the jet lag I could do without. And the moving around for Adrien but I hear he’s been having a great time with you all.” His mother said, pushing his bangs from his face.
“He’s been the coolest. Especially in expressing his opinion.” Alix said, looking at Kim and trying to not laugh again.
His mother gave him a look and he flashed her an innocent one.
“Italian tempers must be real.”
“Let’s focus please.” Mml. Bustier said, “would you like to tell us what goes into being a diplomate?”
“there are the technical things of course, but it truly comes down to the heart of it. There are going to be times where people from your country are going to need help and need someone to listen. We’re there to try and offer that as best we can, even something as simple as getting them a passport to go home. It can be hard, not just from work at the embassy but in your personal life. I’ve learned that being open with your family about how they feel with long hours and moving could be a massive help to your life and even your mental health.”
There was a loud bang and Lila stood up, glaring down at the two of them.
“Don’t make me fucking laugh. The heart of it? You don’t have a fucking heart. All that matters to you is work, doesn’t matter what anyone goes through as a result.”
“the fuck is wrong with you!” Adrien ripped away from his mother, ignoring the warnings and calls from the adults. He wasn’t going to let Lila do this, ruin this. “I told you to keep my mother’s name out of your mouth before. don’t for a second think that just because your daddy is rich, that I won’t hit you if you keep insulting my family. I could fucking care less if your so sad that your father stays locked up in your house and that your life is so horrible. Maybe if you had an ounce of kindness in your body, I’d actually care. But you don’t. in fact, you don’t care about anyone but yourself. Just because your life is so fucking miserable that anyone’s happiness pisses you off doesn’t give you permission to make everyone else just as miserable as you. grow the fuck up! Maybe if you actually talked to your father instead of taking it out on everyone around you, you’d actually be pleasant to be around.”
“Adrien Agata Rossi, get down here right now!”
With one last glare to Lila, who still looked angry and a bit hurt, he went to his mother, who parted the rest of the parents like the red sea as she took him out of the classroom, scolding him, but he didn’t care. Where did Lila get off talking to his mom like that, to him like that? His mother wasn’t like all the other diplomate parents he met, always working, barely home. His mom tried, so hard when she got busy like that. The fact that she was here now was proof of that. His parents could have taken offence to him telling them they should divorce, but they took it stride. It did mean more work and missing his parents more but they tried so hard to be there. His lunches usually now consisted of him going to see his mom because she asked if he’d be ok spending his lunch with her. Their day dates were so looked forward to and he never felt unsure of the love she had for him.
“Adrien, are you listening? I can’t believe you did that. I’m very disappointed in you.”
“Did you hear what she said?” Adrien snapped back.
“Yes, I did. Trust me, I’ll be getting in contact with her father about her behaviour but still. You’ve dealt with spoilt girls before at your other schools, what did we learn was the best thing to do?”
He let out a huff and muttered, gaze on the ground, “ignore them.”
“Exactly. What they say about me is irrelevant. I don’t care what a child like her has to say about me. I’ll be concerned if her father is mistreating her but how she chooses to react isn’t something I care about. She’s an angry girl and they’re just words.”
“But you should have heard what she said before. it was my first day of class and she snapped and said you don’t love me. I’ve never done anything to her.” He finally looked up, taking in his mother, who’s frown dropped.
“Then it seems like she’s the one who has issues. I still want you to apologise to her, just for yelling at her in front of everyone.” She said, as Adrien opened his mouth to complain. “We’ll deal with her behaviour with the headmaster.”
The fight seemed to leave Adrien’s body. “Ok.”
Viola pressed a kiss to her son’s cheek. “but thank you for defending me caro.”
He put his arms around his mother again, squeezing tight. “Thank you for coming. I know you must have had other meeting you could have done.”
“I could of, but I wanted to actually be here for the first Parent’s Day in France. Though it was starting to sound like you could give my entire presentation for me.”
“I could try. Viola Rossi, divorced mother of 15-year-old son and the coolest diplomate in Italy. Don’t tell dad I said that.”
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Moving out of Toxic Environments Is a Catch 22.
That might sound a bit off. but let me explain.
up until the fall of 2006, my father was a Logger for a small local logging company, mainly truck driver but he’d go and chop trees and replant too. my mother was a stay at home mom for a while, then worked in a little Piercing Pagoda stall in the local mall until it shut down, and then became a school bus driver. Our family was functional, but there were still headbutting between my older brother and father since, you know, oldest son VS sire things, but usually nothing between my father and mother than would make me feel uncomfortable or even unsafe. From about 2007 onward, things changed when my father left the logging company to work for an old school friend of his who had started up a construction company. At first, it was okay. then suddenly, my father would start arguing with my mother over money--bills mainly. (Let me explain quickly how school bus drivers get paid. They get paid monthly, not weekly. I think it’s the same for teachers too, but don’t quote me. My Dad was getting paid weekly. Mom’s money went towards the end of month bills/start of month bills, while Dad’s money typically went toward mid month bills and groceries, or anything for us kids.)
I had a little brother, and when these would start up, I’d take him up to my room, close the door, turn on a movie, and turn up the volume to drown out the shouts.
Also in this time, I started writing fanfics. I was fairly active in my writing, even if at this time I had very few things posted. It was kinda cathartic for me. by the time I was in high school, i had gotten a little better with my writing, and was actively posting on a couple fic sites. I also became a target for my father’s beer fueled arguments, problem was most of the time I yelled back because I didn’t want to let him think I’d stand for him treating me like a verbal punching bag.
The worse he got, the more depressed my mother got, and the more I ended up taking care of the house and my brother on top of doing chores and such. Which, if I was focusing on my schoolwork, I didn’t focus on much because you know, school was important. Which got me yelled at because mom would say I didn’t clean when Dad would yell at her, and he would yell at me. and I’d yell back that I was doing my schoolwork. He’d even almost cost me a laptop I had bought myself for school because I told him I was doing homework and he could do the dishes after dinner, and he threw a cup down hard enough on the keyboard that a few keys broke.
He then also started to play on equipment auction sites, as well as spending money on things he didn’t need of these sites...
2020 rolled around, I had been graduated for 8 years, but still lived at home with them because I was a working part time with shit pay, and had a form of major asthma problem pop up that was only taken seriously when my lips started turning blue because I couldn’t properly breathe. I was just getting that under control, when my 15 year old niece ended up living with us. I gave her my room in the house, and lived in the camper... which had me feeling a little more independent from everyone else despite it being a small space. even with it not being the most well taken care off maintenance wise before I had moved in, it gave me friend to make friends with people on the internet and talk to them on and off.
Then finally in 2021, my boyfriend and I moved out, moving into my neice’s father’s singlewide, which while not the most amazing place because his anger issues had caused lots of holes as well as his inability to properly discipline his oldest son, gave me freedom to actually drop walls that I had been forced to have from the previous enviroment I had. Downside? My mother knew where we lived, and would constantly show up to both hang out at noon between runs, as well as when dad threw her out for a week in February of 2022 because of the ever worsening money issues of him spending money they needed for bills and taking care of animals on the farm on the auction sites, and mom having to scramble to get the money from their join savings and her private one to pay bills.
Then because that brother that was the neice who moved in in 2020 decided we couldn’t live in the single wide anymore, so we had to move in with my Bf’s parents until we got our current appartment...
Between 2020 and moving into this apartment in october 2022, I was fairly active with my writing and had a good writing bug going. then, suddenly... my writing bug... died.
I have so many ideas I WANT to write, but I can’t figure out HOW to write them in a way that makes sense with the stories I have going on! I going in and add one or two sentences or go through and edit again for the umpteenth time. Or I help a friend and my bf with their stories.
But my own creative juice for my stories? Dry since I’ve gotten a place where I feel safe from my toxic family. Is this a thing?
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It goes both ways
Akuji lay on the ground tired from the fight with Leona, Akuji didn't bother getting up from the ground her body to tired and she feels her fake arm has broken in half no one knows about her arm and she wants it to stay that way. Grim looked over to his caregiver he felt worry take over his small form, yes he may be rude and annoying but he really does care for the white haired girl. He walks over to her and sits down next to her.
Akuji. Oh i am fine Grim just need a break. That took a lot out of me just need to rest.
Akuji blacked out and she could hear the small monster yell for her. Akuji woke up in the nurses office with Grim in the crook of her neck, he is sleeping and purring at the same time. Her body felt heavy and the nurse came in.
Akuji. You saw it didn't you?
Nal. Yes why have you not told anyone.
Akuji. Don't tell anyone even the damn crow. It's my secret to keep and when i am ready i will tell them.
Akuji feel back to sleep her mental state is not as strong right at the moment she misses her mom and sister. Bia is a smart girl and is more than likely with her mom going through all of the different worlds looking for her. Oh and she knows her mom had one of her anger outburst and is on a rage filled fight looking for her. Karrigan Larose known as Viper the Goddess of Creation and the mother of Akuji is one of the most important people in her life. A couple of days later things went back to normal but Akuji's attitude changed she was quiet before yes but now she won't speak to anyone and she won't get near Leona. Akuji was able to bind her false arm back into one piece but it was ruined and she is mad about that. Akuji looked down at the paper on her table this test was hard but she was able to get it done and she hopes Grim did his best so they don't fail.
Grim. Akuji.. AKUJI!
Akuji snapped out of it and looked at her monster friend.
Grim. You were off in space again.. are you okay?
Akuji. Oh i was thinking about my family thats all lets go and see our score.
Akuji gathered her things that Crewel got for her, He is kind but he had a cold hinge to him. As she walked behind Grim she felt a chill go down her spine a tall teen around her age is looking at her, his cyan hair and gold and green eyes looking into her soul. she turned walked away to get back to speed with Grim who was ahead of her. When she got there Jack was there Ace, Deuce and Grim seem to be upset about something. Then a anemone showed up on their heads so did many other students she ran to catch up with them and Jack.
Akuji. What did you three idiots do this time?
after telling her while they walked to the mirror room she remained calm but on the inside she is yelling at them for being idiots and not working hard.Her mom taught her that hard work will get you places. They all went through the mirror and then gone, Akuji and Jack got a water breathing potion from Crewel and they went. The dorm has a lounge in it but its also a cafe. Akuji looked around for a bit but stayed by Jack's side when she saw Grim in the kitchen doing the dishes and Ace and Deuce taking orders.
Akuji. I don't know to be mad or happy they are doing something that is not getting themselves in trouble.
Jade. Oh the Prefect of Ramshackle! Azul has been wanting to speak with you for some time follow me.
Akuji. Stay here Jack i got this.
Akuji followed the teen she swore he was in the mirror room. When they to the office in the back the boy for the hall was there . so twins.
Akuji. You asked for me?
Azul. Have a seat. I would like to make a deal with you.
Akuji sat down to find a gold scroll . she picked it up a read it
Akuji. To get the tree brainless boys i need to sign away Ramshackle? Pft. hehaha. I like you Azul your funny to think i would give up my only safe place to live. If you ask me the three should be punished for cheating. But i do care for them and if it means my only home here i would give it up but i will say this Azul. If you are going to try and pull the rug from under me you will NOT LIKE ME. Now Azul are you still sure you want to make this deal with me?
Akuji put her hand on his desk and bright pink flames made there way onto his desk and when Azul looked up her eyes were no longer the beautiful purple but a bight pink and her pupils looked like those of a angry cat.Then they went back to normal and she looked down at the paper shook her head and signed it and walked out. But she stopped
Akuji. Oh and no one will believe you.
Later that day she and Grim got what they could and left, Ruggie talked Leona into letting the two stay. She laid on the sofa in Leona's room she wished he had a spare room for her and Grim but she understands that they are all taken. She felt her eyes swell up with tears and she let them fall she misses her mom and sister her aunts and uncles. She was trying to be quiet as not to wake Leona and Grim up so she got up and went outside. She let them flow all of the shit she has been through since getting here has her PTSD acting up. she felt two arms wrap around her and pull her into their chest. She smelt Leona's scent she leaned into him, he is so warm reminds her of her mom she cries harder.
Akuji. I'm sorry i have been put through so much as of late and i am not used to being far from my family for so long. And i know damn well Crowley is not looking for a way home for me.
Akuji began to calm down and she looked at Leona and she gave a real smile then she fell asleep. She woke up on the sofa and she got up and got ready for her day. As she went through her classes She felt so drained from last night, Trey saw this and walked up to her with coffee in a cup. Akuji has been a voiding him like crazy and he really wants to talk to her so he made some coffee.
Trey. Riddle can you Give this to Akuji for me she seems to run away when i try and talk to her.
Riddle to the cup from his friend and gave it to the very tired looking Akuji and she gave a smile and drank it. But when she saw Trey her cheeks went a pink and took off and Riddle just smiled at this.
Jade. Well looks like she has a crush on Trey, lets get back and tell Azul Floyd.
Floyd. Angle fish is so fun to watch.
Akuji made her way to Savanaclaw and fell onto one of the sofa's and let out a loud sigh. She groans when she hears Grim yelling about how he doesn't want to work and yada yada. Akuji lets a growl slip from her lips. Akuji feels a bit better when she talked to Leona but she felt something was going to happen. She sat up and she knew she had to get her Dorm back. a few weeks later Azul overblotted and this caused her false arm to shatter. This caused everyone to freak out and this caused Akuji to do something she had never done.
Akuji. SHUT UP EVERYONE!
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Akuji. I am okay my arm was fake for the love of gods stop yelling. All that matters right now is Azul's health lets get him to the nurse we all need to be checked out. Leona picked her up and walked to the mirror room and they all got checked out. Akuji lay on her side faking being asleep so did have to talk to them. Azul has said sorry to everyone but he wanted to say sorry to Akuji and for breaking her false arm. She turned onto her back she knows she has a lot to tell them but she doesn't want to be ambushed by them all. She got up but she then remembers she has one arm right now and she is going to have a hard time fixing up Ramshackle like this. She had the nurse help her get her jacket on and she left the office and went to meet Ace Deuce and Grim at Ramshackle. She really wants one of her mom's hugs and some of her famous chicken dinner. Akuji know shes about to have a break down if she doesn't talk to someone but they need her to be strong. But she doesn't want to be strong for once in these long months she wants to fall apart and the others around her to help. Akuji didn't go back to Ramshackle she walked to the mirror room and sat down and looked at the floating coffins. She watched as they went up and down but she could hear foot steps coming to find her.
Grim. Akuji are you okay?
She felt the small monster like cat near her when she lifted her head her eyes where still purple but they had a hint of pink in them, Leona could feel the shift in the teen girl and he saw the hint of pink he could smell magic fill the air around them.
Akuji. I wish to be left alone.
Leona. No you don't i can see it in your eyes, you want to talk but your to scared to.
Akuji. No i am not.
Grim. Please take to us.
Azul. I know i am the last person you would ever want to talk to but you helped me please talk to us.
Akuji got up and smiled
Akuji. I am okay i swear i just need some time alone.
Many weeks later Jamil overblotted, After getting him back Akuji and Grim went back to Ramshackle. She was glad that Jamil was back to normal and all but its been many month since she was pulled here to this world. Everyone can see that Akuji has changed she doesn't hang out with Ace and Deuce as much anymore and even Grim was seeing it. So when Vil had taken over her dorm for the up coming VDC Competition. She is glaring at him right now she knows this is what needs to be done but she dislikes the way he treats Epel and other's around him. But she sees he is suffering much like her and her big sister side kicks in and she sits him down and shows Vil what they do in her home world what she used to clean her face.
Akuji. Butter milk helps with my skin and it gives it a soft feeling. But i love the dragon fruit face cream. I can see there is something on your mind Vil now you can always talk to me if you need do not hold it in.
The day of the VDC the boys were getting ready, Akuji had a talk with Hornton but he won't be here until later. Akuji stood outside taking deep breaths and she needs to stay strong. Akuji knows she is going to have a break down soon but it's not like anyone will talk with her, her 'friends' seem to go on with their days and the Overblot crew seem to get what they need from the staff but Akuji has to work for it. She works to save enough for food and fabric so she can make new shirts for herself. Crowley has seem to be trying to parent her as of late as well and now she has been having nightmares of her early childhood and when she lost her right arm. She wakes up screaming most nights poor Grim has been sleeping in the guest room.
Deuce. Akuji we are going on soon and Vil wants you in your seat.
Akuji. Oh okay.. Deuce try not to break your leg.
Akuji watched her friends do their dance then RSA went up. .. How did that kid song win?! Vil spent hours with the boys at Ramshackle training them. Vil overblotted and poor Akuji had enough so she used her fire on the overblot monster in the hopes it would let her release all of her anger at this world. After a long fight Vil was saved and the blot monster was killed but pink fire still on the group and Akuji stood there with a look of pain.
Malleus. Well it seems i missed the show.
Akuji. Oh hi Hornton yes you are late.
Malleus used his magic to fix the building and the show went on. Akuji held her side where Vil got her with his blot monster but her regen was kicking in so she didn't have to the nurse.
Ace. Akuji are you not going to tell us how you made that fire? You have no magic and yet you made fire from your hands?!
Leona. Yes i am wondering how you were able to do that as well.
Akuji felt the wall break as tears fell from her now very pink eyes.
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atlfics · 2 years
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The Good, Bad, and the Ugly- All Time Low Fanfiction
Jack and Alex have an intense argument. High School AU. Word Count: 3043
This is kind of a sequel to a recent work of mine, Just A Label, it takes place in the same universe, but you don't necessarily need to read it to understand this one!
TW: borderline personality disorder
More notes at the end. 
“Well, this is a bit awkward,” Jack mumbled to himself as he heard Alex starting to yell at his mom in the living room.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and Jack had come over to Alex’s to work on some songwriting, it had been a while since they had written together. Jack had been at Alex’s for about thirty minutes before asking Alex if he could get him a glass of water from the kitchen, to which Alex happily agreed to do. Not long after Alex left the room, Jack heard him start to raise his voice, and knew that whatever was going on couldn’t be good.
Alex had been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder a few months prior, and was still learning to live with it and manage it, which led to him getting triggered rather easily. He’d blown up at Jack a couple times now, but Jack had done his research when Alex had first been diagnosed, and knew how to properly respond when things like this came up. From what he could tell, Alex had gotten into a fight with his mother, and didn’t seem to be letting up. Jack tried to endlessly scroll through his phone and ignore what was going on, but the altercation going on downstairs was very hard to ignore.
After a few more uncomfortable minutes, Jack heard angry footsteps making their way up the stairs and over to Alex’s bedroom door, and he braced himself for the worst. The door suddenly opened, and Alex walked in, holding two water bottles.
“Here’s that water you asked for,” Alex said, his tone angry as he handed Jack one of the bottles.
“Thanks, man. Are you okay?” Jack asked, wishing he’d thought of a better question.
“Not fucking really, man,” Alex replied, sitting down on his bed.
“Do you want to talk about it? Maybe that’ll help you feel better,”
“I mean, there’s not much to talk about, to be honest. My mom is just being a fucking bitch, starting stupid shit with me like usual,”
“Well, what was your argument about? Maybe we can make sense of it together,”
“It was so fucking stupid, dude. I was in the kitchen, and I got our waters, then I had to go through the living room to get back up here, and she was in there watching something on the TV. She started telling me I had to help her clean the house this weekend, and I told her I cleaned the entire house myself last weekend, like, I vacuumed, mopped, dusted, did the dishes, the whole nine yards. Then she started saying that me cleaning one weekend doesn’t mean I never have to clean again, I told her I knew that, but that I really don’t have the time this weekend, and I mentioned that I’m usually the one doing the majority of the cleaning. Then, she said that it used to be her that did, like, when I was under the age of ten, how the fuck can she even compare me not cleaning when I was a literal child to her not cleaning now, since she’s a fucking adult?” Alex ranted, out of breath and red in the face by the end of it.
“Hey, calm down, man. Don’t work yourself up like this,” Jack tried, sitting next to Alex on his bed, and putting a hand to his back.
“No, I have every right to feel like this! She was a major bitch, just like she always is! I literally can’t ever have a nice conversation with her, because she’ll start shit like this! I can’t fucking wait to move out, having to live with her seven days a week is making me insane!”
“I understand, man. However, we’ve still got, like, six more months of school, and that means you have to live with like this for that much more time. Alex, I think that this is just your BPD getting the best of you,” Jack gently suggested, only to be met with an angered look from Alex.
“What the fuck, Jack? Am I not allowed to feel angry? Is any negative emotion I feel automatically because of my fucked up brain?” Alex shot back, his anger shifting from his mother to Jack.
“Well, no, but it kind of seems like you’re ‘hate-bombing’, remember in the pamphlet-“
“Oh my god, seriously? You’re going to fucking psychoanalyze me? You’re going to fucking therapy me about my BPD, and assume that everything I do is a direct result of it? When I told you my diagnosis, you told me that you wouldn’t judge me, and that I’m ‘still Alex’ no matter what. Did you not mean that or something? Do you only fucking see me as my disorder?” Alex continued, his voice getting louder.
“No, Alex, you don’t get it, I-“
“Oh, right, I just don’t get it. My BPD makes me too stupid to understand stuff and act like a normal person, I forgot. Jack, get the fuck out of my room, we’re done writing for today,”
“Are you sure-“
“Oh, I’m so, so sure. Leave, we’re done working for today,”
“If I leave, are you going to be safe? Like, are you going to hurt yourself?” Jack asked, genuine concern in his voice.
“Here you go again, you’re not my fucking therapist or psychiatrist, dude! Stop fucking asking me all of these questions, what the fuck does it even matter to you?”
Jack really wanted to reply, he wanted to tell Alex that he was his best friend, and that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he left and Alex hurt himself in some way, but he couldn’t find the words to do so. Besides, Alex clearly didn’t want to hear it, so searching for the words to only be yelled at and shot down wasn’t worth it.
Without saying anything else, Jack quietly packed up his things, then pulled his car keys out of his backpack before standing up. He didn’t even look at Alex as he made his way over to the door, then walked out and downstairs. Alex’s mom was in the kitchen now, so Jack was able to sneak through the living room and out the front door, then over to his car. He set his backpack in the passenger seat, then turned the car on and turned the stereo up.
After taking a deep breath, Jack started to drive back to his house. Jack tried to not give the argument he’d just had with Alex too much thought; sure, it hurt to be yelled at by your best friend like that, but Jack knew that Alex had it a lot harder than him, since he actually had to live with borderline personality disorder. He couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad at Alex for what he’d said, he knew that it hadn’t been Alex speaking to him, that it was Alex’s disorder that had pulled the strings throughout that conversation, and the conversation he’d had with his mom. Alex was still Alex, but sometimes the BPD elevated, and temporarily took over; all Jack could do was be patient and offer Alex any help that he could give.
Eventually, Jack pulled into his driveway, and immediately made a beeline to his bedroom. He didn’t really want to run into his parents or siblings, he didn’t want to have to lie about why he was home early, and he knew that he needed to prioritize taking care of himself after what had just happened, and right now that looked like hanging out in his room, and watching the Blink concert DVD. Once Jack got up to his room, he changed from his jeans into a pair of sweatpants, wanting to be as comfortable as possible, then walked over to his TV, and put the DVD into the player.
When the TV was set up, Jack went over to his bed and laid down, then pressed ‘Play’ on the remote, and the DVD began. Jack listened to the introduction into the first track, smiling at the comfort and familiarity it brought him. For the next bit of time, Jack watched the DVD, not bothering to look at his phone or surf on his laptop, only putting his focus on Mark, Tom, and Travis, and singing along to the songs.
About forty-five minutes into the DVD, there was a quiet knock at Jack’s door, and while he really didn’t want to talk with his family still, he decided that he was in a better headspace to do so, now that he’d had some time to himself to relax and unwind from what had happened at Alex’s.
“Come in,” Jack called out, sitting up a bit more in his bed and pausing his DVD.
The door slowly opened up, and when Jack saw who’d opened it, his jaw dropped.
“Alex? What’re you doing here?”
Alex was standing in the doorway, looking like a shell of himself. He was playing with the hem of his shirt, and Jack could see tear tracks on his cheeks.
“Can I come in?” Alex asked, his voice weak and wavering.
“Sure,” Jack replied, scooting up more in his bed so Alex could comfortably sit at the foot.
Alex slowly walked over to Jack’s bed, not looking directly at him as he took a seat. He continued playing with the hem of his shirt as he looked at the TV, then down to the ground.
“The Blink live DVD, good choice,” Alex mumbled, forcing out a small laugh.
“Yeah, it’s a good one,” Jack awkwardly replied.
“Jack, I don’t, um, I don’t really know where to start,”
“That’s okay, take as long as you need to get your words together,” Jack gently continued.
The two of them sat in an awkward silence for a few more minutes, until Alex took a deep breath and looked up at Jack.
“Jack, I’m so sorry. Y’know, for what happened back at my house an hour ago. I’m sorry,”
Jack had expected some sort of apology as soon as he saw Alex in the door frame, but was still surprised to hear the words come from his mouth. Usually, it took Alex a lot longer to show remorse for something like what had happened earlier, so this growth in his friend excited Jack some; but decided that it would probably be best to keep this observation to himself for now.
“Thank you for the apology, I appreciate it, Alex. Also, I forgive you,” Jack said, smiling at his friend.
“Why?”
“Why what? Isn’t forgiveness the goal you had in mind when you came over here to apologize?”
“Well, yeah, but why did you forgive me? You were just trying to help and calm me down after my argument with my mom, and all I did was yell at you and treat you like shit. Why are you even friends with me? I bet your life would be so much easier if I weren’t in it,” Alex continued, fresh tears starting to pool in his eyes, causing him to look down again and put his hands to his face.
Without saying anything, Jack quickly scooted over to Alex and wrapped him into a hug as he continued to cry. The two of them stayed like this for a bit, Jack couldn’t see his clock so he wasn’t sure about how long this went on for, but it felt like a few seconds and an eternity all at the same time.
Eventually, Alex’s sobs started slowing down, and he pulled away from Jack, using his sleeve to wipe his tears. Jack reached over to his nightstand and grabbed a tissue and gave it to Alex, who offered a small smile in thanks as he finished wiping his tears with it.
“That question wasn’t rhetorical, y’know,” Alex stated in a small voice, before taking deep breaths to attempt at stopping more tears from coming.
“I was going to answer it, I just felt like you needed to let some tears out first. Alex, you’re my best friend, do you really think something like this is going to make that stop?” Jack gently asked, moving one of his hands to Alex’s back.
“Well, yeah. I mean, I yelled at you, I called you a bad friend, and probably more, but I kind of blacked out in rage when it happened. You were right earlier, that argument with my mom was because of my BPD; well, the way I responded to her was. Then, the argument I had with you was, too. Any sane person would say ‘fuck it’ and be done with this friendship,”
“Call me crazy, then!” Jack joked, trying to lighten the mood some.
“Seriously, Jack, I don’t get it. Why the fuck are you willing to put up with all of this shit from me? Like, the way I treated you today, and a few other times since my diagnosis, is shitty and unacceptable,”
“Like I said, you’re my best friend, I’m not going to let something like this fuck that up. You’re still navigating living with BPD, and that’s going to come with some ups and downs, that’s just part of the process. Did some of what you said earlier hurt? Sure, but while it might be hard to hear that from time to time, I know it’s a hell of a lot harder for you, since you’re the one who actually has to live with it. When we first became friends, we said we’d always be there for each other, no matter what, and I meant that when I said it. This is a hard time for you and you’re figuring out some hard shit, that’s okay, and I want to be by your side as you make sense of everything,” Jack explained, continuing to rub Alex’s back.
“Wow, you’re a really good friend. Like, I don’t know if I could handle all the shit I’ve put you through since my diagnosis,”
“I bet you probably could, when you really care about someone like I do about you, it makes the tough moments easier. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you that everything’s been a walk in the park, that would just be a lie, but it’s not been impossible. This is just a new challenge, and we can either let it get us down, or we can learn and grow from it. This might be obvious, but I’ve picked the second option,”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve such an amazing friend like you, but I’m glad that I did whatever it was. This has been so hard for me, y’know, navigating BPD, but having you by my side has made it all a little more bearable,” Alex said, smiling at Jack.
“I’m glad, all I want to do is be there for you and support you however I can. Things are rough now, but they won’t be like this forever,” Jack assured.
“Are you sure? It feels like I’m always going to think and react in the ways I have been lately. Like, it’s nice having a diagnosis and knowing what exactly is wrong with me, but it also feels like I’m going to be forever defined by it, and that I’ll only be able to live within the parameters of it. It’s a scary feeling, Jack,” Alex confessed, sounding vulnerable.
“I can promise you that what you’re feeling now, and what you’ve felt since you got diagnosed, won’t last forever. It’ll be hard work to get past it, but it isn’t impossible. The professionals you’re seeing, your family, friends, and most importantly, me, will be cheering you on as you figure it all out. I can’t really speak for others, but I can assure you that I’ll always be here for you as you navigate these early steps, and long after that, too,”
“Thank you for that, Jack, I appreciate it. I promise that I’m really going to work on controlling my outbursts with you, I can’t treat you how I did earlier and expect you to stick around,”
“Did you not hear what I just said? I know things are hard for you right now, and that’s okay. Eventually, you’ll have a better grip on all of this, but for now, just take everything a day at a time. You’re not going to drive me away, I promise,” Jack stated, a genuine look in his eyes.
“You seriously are the best friend I’ve ever had and will ever have. Grateful is an understatement, man,” Alex replied, smiling at his friend.
“I feel the same about you, Alex. It’s always going to be Jack and Alex, no matter what,”
“Um, don’t you mean Alex and Jack?” Alex joked, earning an eye roll from Jack.
“You know what, I’ll let you have that; it’s always going to be Alex and Jack,” Jack amended, pulling Alex into another hug.
The hug didn’t last long, and once they let go, Alex turned towards the TV again.
“So, did you, uh, did you plan on finishing that DVD alone?” Alex asked, looking back and forth from Jack to the TV, making Jack laugh some.
“I’d love to watch it with you, we can even start it over if you want!” Jack offered, grabbing the remote and starting to rewind the DVD.
“Like I said, you’re the best,” Alex said, as they both laid down in Jack’s bed, getting comfortable as the DVD returned to the beginning.
“I really am, aren’t I?” Jack smugly asked, earning an eye roll from Alex.
“Hey now, play the DVD and don’t get so fucking cocky,” Alex joked, starting to laugh.
Jack pressed play, and the introduction played for the second time that afternoon, officially starting their viewing party. Despite being glad that everything was okay between the two of them now, Jack knew that this wasn’t the last time that something like this with Alex would happen again. He knew that Alex would continue to struggle for a while, but that he would also continue to make subtle improvements that would add up in the long run; Jack was more than happy to come along on the ride.  
A/N: Hi guys! I was scrolling through everything I've finished writing and found this, like I mentioned, it is kind of a sequel to "Just A Label", so I thought I'd post it on here! Please feel free to send in ideas or requests if you have them! -Liv
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pyxismedstation4000 · 3 years
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turns out urgent care charged me $208 for them to tell me i needed medical attention and they werent gonna give it to me. what the fuck.
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the-fairy-anon · 3 years
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bad day redemption | V.H.
summary: vinnie fluff, takes a turn at the end, not proofread
the front door slams shut as alex and vinnie make their way inside. they’ve been gone for hours in Vegas at the press conference for the fight and after being yelled at for not actually having beef with deji and having a fight break out right in front of him Vinnie was exhausted.
He walked in and the sight of you in one of his purgatory sweatshirts cuddling the new puppy on one of the love sacks while you wait for him to come home makes his heart flutter.
“Hi” he says in a tired voice as he drops his bag in the doorway.
“Oh honey,” you say sympathetically, you can see the exhaustion on his face and you open your arms to him, gently of corse not wanting to wake the sleeping puppy at your side.
“You always know just what i need” he smiles sleepily before snuggling up with you
“i made you dinner too” you tell him as you scratch his head. You kiss his nose and he pecks your chin when you do. The two of you are trapped in your little bubble of domestic bliss when the heavy footsteps and boisterous laughs of calvin, michael, and jake come bursting into the room. They all come to a halt when vinnie nuzzles his head into your neck instead of joining their rambunctious behavior.
“you good bro?” michael asks, somewhat concerned by vinnies demeanor
“tired,” vinnie mumbles “just need my girl and i’ll be okay” he tells them in a gravely voice with his eyes closed.
“okay man feel better y/n let us know if you need us to get him anything” michael says as the other two wish their friend well before running outside.
“why don’t you take a nice warm shower and then I’ll go warm you up some dinner, I think you need to eat, you’ve had a long day V” you try to suggest but you’re met with a groan
“No.” he huffs out nuzzling his face into your neck like a pouty toddler which makes you giggle
“Okay how about warming up dinner and putting some sweats in the dryer so they’re nice and cozy when you’re getting ready for bed?” you ask running your nails up and down his back feeling like you have a human weighted blanket
“mhm” he hums nodding and holding you closer.
“baby we gotta get up so i can get everything ready for you and we can keep snuggling” you whisper brushing a curl away from his fluttering eyes.
“okay” he sighs but it sounds more like a whine when he mumbles “just wanna keep holdin you pumpkin”
“and you can!! as soon as we get some food in that tummy and that head on a pillow” you tell him gently as you stand up and grab his hand
in his sleepy dopey state he pouts at you as he accepts your hand you offered to help him up and he clings to you while you walk to the kitchen. You walk him over to a stool and he sits down, you place a few kisses on his face and lips before slipping out of his grasp to heat up his dinner.
“Loveyyy” he whines out when you leave the room.
“I’ll be right back bub!!” you laugh back finding it adorable that all he wants is you right now.
After tossing some sweats in the dryer to make them nice and warm for him you come back into the kitchen to see him on facetime with his mom.
“that girl is too good to you vin” maria chuckles, you assume her son told her that you made him dinner and comforted him or something along those lines.
You walk up behind vinnie and wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss on his shoulder which made him blush hoping you hadn’t heard how he had just gushed about you to his mom.
“Hi maria!!” you greet cheerily before going to get the home made sweet potato fries out of the oven.
“Hi honey!!” she replies always happy to see you.
You slide a plate with a veggie burger and sons fries infront of your boyfriend, often having to trick him into eating more vegetables so he gets all his nutrients especially since he’s been training so much.
“by the time you’re done eating your sweats should be done warming up in the dryer” you tell him with a kiss on the cheek.
“I love you” is all he can say and his mother may have secretly taken a screenshot of the way he was looking at you.
“Y/n honey thank you for taking such good care of him i know how he gets when he’s tired and cranky, some things never change.” maria jokes making vinnie slightly bashful before saying goodbye to his mom so he could eat and get ready for bed.
“I love you too by the way” you grin placing a soft kiss on his lips and finally letting him hold you while he ate, which resulted in you stealing a few fries. After putting the dishes in the dishwasher you guide vinnie to the laundry room where he almost moans at the feeling of the warm cotton on his skin. Before you could protest you were in his arms being carried to bed.
“hi lover” you giggle pressing your nose against his after the initial shock of being hoisted into his arms had dissolved.
“hi baby” he smiles softy plopping you on the bed and crawling in next to you, he starts peppering kisses all over your face.
“my sweet girl. i’m so in love with you” he mumbles as he finally leans down to give you a soft sensual kiss.
He pulls back to look into your eyes as he caresses your face “so so so in love with you.” he admits with a blush dusting over his perfect cheeks and nose.
“guess what,” you tease, holding his face and stroking his cheek as he looks back at you with those pretty hazel eyes that have since glossed over from exhaustion “i’m so so so in love with you too” causing a sleepy grin to spread across his face.
He rolls over next to you pulling you onto his chest “tell me about your day, mine sucked until i came home to you” he sighs kissing the top of your head making you feel all warm and fuzzy. You snuggle into his chest placing a peck there and tell him all about your day “well i woke up and we had breakfast”
“i know baby i was there” he giggles, trailing his fingers up and down your side
“well that was my favorite part until you came home like a big cuddly teddy bear,” you say looking up at him “and you asked about my day so i’m starting from the beginning!!” you huff jokingly
“stop being so cute and keep telling me about your day” vinnie pouts pretending to be mad as he leans down to kiss you
He goes to pull back but is stopped by a soft “wait, one more please” mumbled against his lips
Vinnie kisses you tenderly before asking you to continue telling him about your day
“oh, then you left and me and hera missed you so we snuggled with the big bear, and then mia and i made grilled cheese for lunch which was soooo good, then i filmed some tiktoks, started editing my youtube video, and went on a run, before i showered, did our laundry, and made dinner.” you ramble but he’s hanging onto every word and you catch his stare “and then you came home,” you grin “now i’m cuddling the love of my life and wishing i had some hot cheetos or something crunchy”
wordlessly vinnie picks up his phone and puts it down no more than 30 seconds later
“i love you so much i can’t even explain it and michael is on the way with your cheetos but also cucumbers and salt in case you wanted something else crunchy.” he tells you with those hazel puppy dog eyes
“vinnie you didn’t ha-“
“you literally did my laundry and made me dinner it’s the least i could do angel” he says seriously with a soft smooch that made you melt.
“Order up!!” michael yells bursting through the door “cheetos and cucumbers for the lady...” he says in a fancy accent before his face drops and he softly asks “you’re not like-?“
“MIKE NO SHES NOT PREGNANT” vinnie laughs in shock
“oh okay good i’m not ready to be an uncle but to be fair that’s a kinda weird combo dude” michael explains to the two of you
“they balance each other out!!”
“she likes the crunchy!!” both of you defend, still shocked by the pregnancy allegation.
“okay okay” the brunette laughs before backing out of the room and throwing a “love you night” to his two best friends who wished him the same.
“why are you looking at me like that vin?”
“i- i’m just thinking about what he said...” he mumbles “ya know about you being pregnant” His face is flushed so dark he’s practically glowing.
“what about it?” you prod with your brows scrunched.
“i think we would make some really cute kids and you would be such a milf baby” he practically wines the last part.
“okay well you can hold on to that fantasy for at least 5-10 more years handsome because i have quite a lot i wanna get done before becoming a milf, i’m sure you have some pre-dilf goals too, don’tcha daddy?” you ask practically purring in his ear making his breath catch in his throat.
“This was supposed to be a cozy night baby don’t start something you can’t finish” he warns making you chuckle at how easy he is to rile up.
“Eat your cheetos mama because i’m gonna give you some real cravings if that mouth isn’t shut soon” Vinnie grunts knowing he won that little teasing session with his hand around your neck like a trophy.
“Fine.” you huff before grumbling “have sweet milfy dreams daddy, you deserve it” you conclude seductively with a lip bite and a chin kiss.
“Oh you are so getting it tomorrow” vinnie chuckles darkly as he begins plotting a long day for his best girl
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summary: working as a servant in the royal castle is relatively uneventful until you accidentally break an expensive vase in the crown prince’s room, thus, angering his royal highness minho. you think you’ll be beheaded for it until he proposes an unexpected solution...
pairing: prince!minho x servant!reader
genre: angst, smut, fluff
warnings: power dynamics, manipulation, death threats, mentions of outdated views, slight sexism, eating out, fingering, loss of virginity, corruption kink, everything is consensual tho, dumbification (if you squint), praise kink, dom!minho (are we even surprised), sub!reader, swearing, mentions of past abuse, sensual massage, dick slapping, blowjob, dacryphillia, condescending behaviour, trust issues, inappropriate jokes, name-calling, mentions of poisoning, possessiveness, lying
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To say your life was devoid of any excitements would be an understatement. Being a servant in the royal castle meant your days were more or less the same. Cooking in the kitchen with the other servants, cleaning the dishes after dinner, occasionally doing some spoiled lady's laundry. It was nothing special, really. 
That was until one of the fellow servants unexpectedly left the castle and one of the senior maids told you that in such a state of emergency, it was expected of you to clean the crown prince's room and change his bed-sheets. Warning you that it was better to go fulfill your duties while he wasn’t there, you hurried at the hour when he was least likely to be present, according to the other maids. 
During your short life you'd somehow managed to steer clear of him successfully, constantly hearing rumours of his harsh behaviour towards everyone. One time another one of the servants had forgotten to blow on the hot tea for his breakfast and it was said the prince poured the scorching liquid all over the poor thing. You never saw that servant after the incident...
Needless to say, the prospect of meeting him (and gods forbid, angering him) terrified you to no end. So, you rushed at the appointed hour to change the sheets to the best of your abilities. After that, you wiped the floor of his room with a mop. However, you were in such a hurry to get the job done that you completely overlooked the most important fact, which was: wet floor equals slippery floor. 
Just as you were about to finish cleaning, you tripped and in the self-instinctual reaction not to hit your head, you held onto the nearest surface, which turned out to be a shaky cupboard. Unfortunately, on top of it, was a vase. Your life flashed before you eyes as you watched the object fall on the ground, breaking into multiple pieces. 
Before you could find the time to panic, you heard the door opening, a looming figure entering the room. Almost comically, you were still on the floor alongside the broken vase. If you weren't absolutely horrified, you would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation. You didn't dare to look up as you stared at the crown prince's black shoes approaching you at a terrifyingly slow pace. You could swear your heart was about to burst as you awaited his verdict. When he finally spoke, you felt as if you had been holding your breath for ages.
"What do we have here?" the prince commented in a perfectly calm voice that for some reason was scarier than if he had yelled at you.
"I'm really sorry, Your Highness!" you muttered ashamedly. "It was an accident, I swear."
"I can see that," he scoffed. "Do you have any idea how expensive this was?"
"Very expensive?" you guessed.
"Priceless," the prince replied. "And on top of that, it was the only thing I have left of my mother. So it has sentimental value."
Shit. You had heard that his mom had passed away when he was a kid. The previous queen had been kind and generous, but the king had been re-married to a spiteful woman because of society’s expectations. No wonder the crown prince was so irritable. So it was not just an expensive vase but an expensive vase that was extremely special to him. You were royally screwed. Pun-intended.
"I will pay you back," you said dumbly.
"Pay me back?" he laughed sardonically. "You servants barely get enough money for food and clothes and you expect me to believe you can pay it back?"
"And whose fault is that?" you muttered under your nose. You were really asking for it, not knowing when to shut up.
"I beg your pardon?"
"N-nothing."
"That's what I thought," the crown prince hissed. "You know I can have you beheaded for that, right? Is that what you want?"
"No, Your Highness, p-please! I'll do anything!" you finally dared to look up.
Seeing him up-close for the first time shocked you out of your senses. Despite the situation you'd ended up in, you couldn't help but be amazed by how beautiful he was. It was so unfair that such a god-like face was cursed with such a vile personality.
"We've already established that you can't pay me back with money. There must be something else of value you have," he mused out loud, lifting your chin up to see you properly.
"I have n-nothing," you cried out, your eyes already filling with tears. Getting beheaded over a broken vase seemed far too cruel a punishment.
"You sure about that?" the prince chuckled and pulled you up and onto your feet harshly. "Have you ever lain with a man?"
What?! Why on Earth did he care about that?!
"N-no," you admitted, blushing and looking away from his dark gaze. The crown prince seemed to have other ideas. Squeezing your chin more tightly so that you were once again forced to stare at his ridiculously handsome face.
"A woman, then? I don't discriminate."
"I h-haven't," you mumbled.
"There you go. You do have something of value, after all."
Huh? Did he mean...were you supposed to pay him back with your virginity? You were profoundly mortified. And besides, even if you agreed to this, what was to stop him from beheading you anyways?
"It's up to you, of course," the prince shrugged as if your whole life wasn't at stake. "I could call the guards right now and you'll have to say goodbye to your pretty little head at sunrise."
"P-please, d-don't," you begged. "I said I'd do anything, didn't I?"
"Very well," he grinned, his eyes cat-like and tempting. "I will be as gentle as I can."
Him? Gentle? Pfft. As if.
"Let's just get it over with," you replied, as if it was another chore of yours.
"Oh, but where's the fun in that? I want to take my sweet time with you," the prince ran a finger across your jawline. "Tell me, how do they call you?"
"It's Y/N," you sniffed.
"Lovely," the prince said and before you could brace yourself, his lips were on yours. You'd been kissed before but nothing like this. As piercing as his words were, it was as if his tongue was determined to cut you in half. Still clutching your chin, the crown prince made it impossible to fight him back. Even if you wanted to (which you didn't). As he devoured you with his kiss, you felt your knees threatening to give out, affected by the sheer force of being solely dependent on his mercy. "Bed. Now."
"But the vase..." you opened your mouth to argue. Even in such a situation, your sense of responsibility urged you to want to clean up the mess you've made.
"Later," he interrupted you and pulled you after him. 
Your legs seemed to have a mind of their own as you followed him obediently. When your back hit the mattress, you were met by the finality of your actions and decisions. You knew that even if it meant saving your head, giving up your virginity suggested it was highly unlikely for you to ever get married. If the crown prince himself considered it to be of such value, then, you were about to lose something that would make a future life of comfort almost impossible. If he didn't behead you, the best that could await you was to be a servant till the rest of your days. Those were the thoughts that troubled you as the prince undressed you effortlessly. When he touched your bare skin, you whined helplessly, affected by the sudden gust of wind coming through the window and his cold hands.
"You're shivering. Are you scared or freezing?"
"B-both," you admitted despite yourself.
"Stay here," he commanded easily and hurried to close the window. You couldn't help but smile at the thoughtful gesture. "Here. Now it’s only your fear we need to conquer."
"I'm not afraid of you, Your Highness," you confessed bravely. "I'm just anxious for the…act itself."
The crown prince stroked your cheek softly, an attempt to put your mind at ease.
"It might hurt a bit at first, but I'll try my best to make this a pleasant experience for both of us."
You couldn't believe his words. Why was he suddenly acting so considerate after threatening to behead you? You couldn't reach an answer because he was expert at distracting you from thinking. Trailing kisses down your neck, followed by your belly and then your legs, it should have been illegal how good he was making you feel. Not only that but the fact that he was still fully clothed was slightly intimidating. When he reached the area between your thighs, he looked up at you as if asking permission. You were too far gone to react and just stared at him in disbelief.
"Can I eat you out?" he asked politely. You had no idea what that meant but you could only hope it didn't involve cannibalism or something.
"W-what do you m-mean?" you choked on your words.
"Allow me to demonstrate. It'll help you relax, I promise."
You nodded absent-mindedly, too overwhelmed by his actions to do anything else. The prince placed gentle kisses between your thighs, making you squirm beneath his touch. At one point, he was done playing around and began licking you down there, causing you to jolt in surprise. He held your legs tightly so that you wouldn't move too much and you wondered if it was a better idea to just get beheaded instead. You felt a mixture of thrill and excitement unlike anything else you'd ever experienced. That thing he was doing with his tongue should have been against the law and yet...You felt something strange building up near your lower belly and the more he attacked you, the more your brain was beginning to get foggy. Until you burst, screaming nonsense and on the verge of losing not only your virginity but also your sense of reality.
"How do you feel?" the prince inquired, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the gesture making you shiver at the blasphemy of it. You were in the crown prince’s bed and he had just...oh, dear.
"Strange."
"Good strange, I imagine," he smirked. The bastard knew what he was doing to you.
"Oh, definitely good," you confirmed reluctantly.
"Told you so," the prince winked confidently and his fingers soon started making slow circles between your legs. "Tell me to stop."
"Don't stop," you whispered weakly. Your brain knew this was a terrible idea but the pool of heat threatening to overflow was preventing you from making any rational decisions anymore. The more his movements intensified, the more you felt yourself falling apart. 
"Fuck, you're so wet," he commented smugly. "Is this all for me?"
"All for you, Your Highness, all for you," you repeated incoherently.
"Good to know," the prince removed his fingers just as you were about to reach another mind-blowing high.
"Nooo, I told you not to stop!" you groaned in annoyance.
"You told me?" he scoffed mockingly. "You seem to have forgotten who makes the rules around here. Do you need a reminder?"
"You make the rules," you sighed dumbly.
"Wonderful. You learned your lesson, then? You only get to come if I want you to come. Do I make myself clear enough for your pretty little head?"
"Crystal," you nodded. "I'm sorry I overstepped."
"It's fine," the prince flicked your nose playfully. "I have to admit I'm partially responsible for your brain not working properly."
"It works!" you argued.
"Really?" he whistled in disbelief. "Then, I guess I'm not doing a good job. By the time I'm done with you, I want you brainless."
You just stared at him doe-eyed, not finding the energy to disagree with him further. The prince finally thought it sensible to take off his leather pants and his white shirt. You couldn't stop yourself from gawking at his stunning figure as he took off the very last of his garments. Purposefully slow, causing you to have an even harder time than the one you were already having.
"Like what you're seeing, doll face?"
You didn't say a word, couldn't even bother to nod, too preoccupied by how unfair it was that such a cruel prince was gifted with such heavenly features.
"I asked you a question," he grabbed your chin harshly. "Don't make me repeat myself."
"I...do."
"Sorry, I didn't hear that quite well. Care to speak up?" the crown prince teased you relentlessly.
"I...like what I see," you admitted, cheeks flooding with colour. "Is your royal ego satisfied now, asshole?"
You couldn't believe what you'd said until it was too late. You were so unbelievably stupid for speaking before thinking! He literally held your life on a plate and you were still acting up, pushing his limits. If this didn't make him behead you already, you didn't know what would...The lack of emotion on his face scared you. He let go of your chin and lifted his arm up. Expecting him to hit you like the senior servants did whenever you made a mistake, you closed your eyes shut, involuntarily flinching. When the strike didn't come, you sneaked a peak. He seemed...perplexed.
"Did you think I would slap you?" he whispered, almost too quietly.
You nodded, not trusting your voice. He shook his head in disappointment and caressed your hair softly. You reflexively leaned into his comforting touch.
"I would never do that," the prince intended to reassure you.
"But you would behead me?" you dared to ask.
"Over a broken vase?" he laughed, as if it was a funny joke and not your life on the line. "Do you think I'm a monster?"
"All the servants fear you," you admitted. "Because you poured scorching hot tea over that maid's head. And then we never saw her again."
"I did what now?" the prince furrowed his brows in confusion. "Listen, I don't know what kinds of rumours circulate around the castle but I can give you my word, they're mostly lies spread by jealous mouths. People who couldn't bear the thought of their misplaced affections being rejected."
You didn't know why but in that moment, you wholeheartedly believed him.
"So you didn't pour scorching hot tea over anyone?" you wanted to make sure sheepishly.
"Not that I'm aware of," he chuckled sweetly.
"Oh. Okay. In that case, I'm sorry for believing the rumours. And for calling you an asshole.
"Well, you were right about that second part," the prince grinned devilishly. Suddenly, you remembered a very important fact. You were both still very much naked. Your virginity still intact. But not for long. "Tell me if you want me to slow down."
"Relax, I'm not going to break," you tried to sound completely convinced of your abilities to take him. Until he freed his entire length from his underwear. Intimidated by his size, you were no longer feeling so confident.
"You sure about that?" he joked, making fun of the look on your face. 
"Try me," you grinned in a challenge even though your insides were twisting in nervous anticipation. The crown prince couldn’t help but laugh, finding your confidence endearingly amusing. Then, he gently pressed his weight on top of you and began kissing your neck softly. The tip of his cock touched your entrance and you gasped softly at the unfamiliar sensation. Eventually, he started pushing his cock into you, slowly making his away into this new territory.
"Shit, you're so tight," he grunted with the effort of holding himself back.
"I'm sorry?" you replied, thinking it was a bad thing.
"No, don't be. I like it. Being your first," the prince placed a languid kiss on the outside of your lips. "Does it hurt?"
"A little," you confessed.
"Can I go deeper?" he asked and your heart did a back-flip, touched by his consideration for your well-being.
"P-please."
He went further inside you, the stretch growing more painful by the second. You whimpered quietly, even though you tried your best to hold it in.
"Fuck, I'm so sorry, beautiful angel," the prince panicked and seized his motions.
"It's okay, keep going," you were determined to take what you'd bargained for.
"Yeah?"
You nodded, a bit frustrated but nevertheless, touched by his care and how worried he was for you. Once he entered you fully, you felt the pain beginning to dissipate. The familiar pool of pleasure from earlier was starting to build up as he moved inside of you but with a new intensity. Maybe it was because of how gentle his lips on your skin were or because of his murmured words of praise but you felt yourself relaxing around his cock. A while later, your walls started clenching and you reached a high unlike anything you've ever felt before. Almost simultaneously, he released his load inside you, making you cry out in utter bliss.
"You did so good for me," the prince complimented you in the aftermath of your actions. He was cleaning you up with a wet towel and you couldn't find the energy to ask where it had come from. "So perfect."
You smiled weakly, leaning your head on his chest.
"You're not going to behead me?" you felt inclined to ask.
"If you come to my room whenever I call for you, I'll spare your life," he promised, kissing your forehead.
"We have a deal, Your Highness," you giggled.
"Oh and I have one more condition."
"What is it?"
"Call me Minho."
You blinked at him, awestruck by the unreality of it all.
"Minho?" you mumbled.
"Yes, darling?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to try it out on my tongue."
"Good thinking," Minho teased. "But you'll have to wait until next time."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You'll see," he smirked mysteriously.
"Minhooo, tell me!" you pouted.
"Forget who's in charge already?" the prince scolded you and attacked your belly with unexpected tickles.
You shook your head, shutting your mouth immediately.
"Please, please, have mercy!" you chuckled. Minho stopped tormenting you for the time being and kissed your cheeks. You smiled at him fondly, not daring to think of the consequences of what you had just signed up for.
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A week after the broken vase incident, the prince called for you again. He seemed pretty stressed out over all the expectations everyone had of him. As he was preparing for inheriting and ruling over the entire kingdom one day, he didn't have much free time to enjoy his youth. When it hit you that he was only a month older than you, it was quite the shock. Even though you considered your life to be uneventful, you still had lots of tasks to accomplish. And before you met Minho, you used to think  all princes did was sleep and mess around, engorging themselves with delicious meals and expensive alcohol. Needless to say, you had been wrong. You had no idea how many responsibilities the crown prince had. All the council meetings he had to attend, all the lessons in politics, the sword-fighting and horse-riding activities...Not to mention the royal balls where it was expected of him to socialize with hundreds of members of the elite society. So, when he demanded your attention and immediately started ranting about how exhausting his days were, you couldn't help but feel pity for Minho. You wondered what you could do to ease his tension and if simply listening to him complain would be enough for him.
"Do you want me to give you a massage?" you offered sweetly after he stopped talking briefly.
He smiled tiredly, then, nodded and motioned for you to come closer. And so you did, squeezing his firm arms with your tiny hands. The tension in him was almost scary and you secretly hoped you would be able to help him relax. As you tried your best to massage him, you noticed his eyes closing and occasionally, he would let out a sigh of relief. Eventually, these sighs turned into quiet moans and you would be lying if you said the sounds he was making didn't excite you.
"Feel better?" you asked, snaking a mischievous hand down his chest. No sooner had you felt his bare skin than Minho's eyes fluttered wide open and his hand grabbed yours rightaway.
"What do you think you're doing?" the prince snapped.
"N-nothing," you stammered. "I just wanted to help you relax. I'm s-sorry."
"Did I allow you to touch me there?"
"No, sir. I mean, Your Highness. I mean..."
"Shhh," he swiftly turned around, placing a finger on your lips.
"Are you angry with me?" you whispered in a tiny voice.
Minho didn't respond, he just pulled you into his lap, kissing you hungrily, not even giving you a chance to breathe. As you were beginning to melt into his embrace, you felt his growing hardness beneath you. It felt almost unholy that you, a mere servant, held such power over the crown prince. You smiled against his lips.
"What are you smiling about?" he inquired.
You knew that lying to him wouldn't end well so you just tried your best to distract him.
"How can I make you feel good?"
"You are making me feel good, doll."
"But I want to give you more," you pouted. "Like how you made me last time. Tell me how. Please?"
"Well, how can I say no if you're asking so nicely?" Minho grinned.
You nudged his nose with your own playfully, waiting for his wish.
"Can you suck me off?" he phrased it as a question but you knew it was a direct order. And who were you to deny such a tempting command from your prince? You slid off his lap, kneeling between his legs and looking up for him to guide you through it.
"You can get rid of my pants. If you want," him adding that last part made your heart do a little jump. Despite his seemingly cold nature, you felt it in your bones that he would never force you to do anything you weren't comfortable with. You did as he asked, your hands shaking with anticipation. Then, you stared at him again, excited to hear his next order.
"Start at the tip. Don't try to fit me whole at once, okay?"
You dutifully followed his instructions, licking his cock and making eye contact from time to time to make sure you were doing a good job. When no other guidelines came, you decided to take matters into your own hands and be more ambitious. Taking him further into your mouth, you could hear Minho hissing in surprise. When you realized he couldn't go any further, you panicked a little, choking on his dick.
"Shit, baby," he grunted. "Relax your throat, yeah? I don't want to kill you."
You drew back to take a breath, letting him slide out of your mouth.
"Death by dick sounds far more pleasant than beheading, I admit," you joked.
"You think?" Minho chuckled. "Don't provoke me."
He gently slapped your cheek with his tip, causing you to stop talking and focus on the task at hand. Taking him back into your mouth, you began sucking him with a newly-found confidence. Hitting the back of your throat a few times, you felt tears beginning to form in your eyes. Looking up at him, you could tell that he was just as overwhelmed as you were. It didn't take long before he shot his load into your mouth. You were determined to not make a mess and obediently licked every last drop of his cum.
"You're so fucking gorgeous like this. All teary-eyed and messy," he mumbled, lifting you up softly and back into his lap, caressing the back of your head.
"Wow. Now I know how to get a compliment. Sucking dick really makes miracles happen," you teased.
Minho just shook his head, not finding the energy to scold you.
"What about you?" he suddenly asked.
"What about me?" you blinked in confusion.
"Don't you want to come?"
"Oh, no, I'm fine. Today was about you," you reassured him, stroking his hair. "I'm sorry," you pulled back as if touched by an electric spark. "It's so easy to forget you don't like being touched without permission."
"I like it when it's you," the prince admitted. "I was just being a dick for no reason earlier."
"Well, it's nice to hear you admit it," you couldn't control yourself from pushing his limits.
"You're lucky you're so cute," Minho sneered. "I don't let just anyone treat me like that."
"I know," you confessed. "Which is precisely why it's so hard for me to resist doing it."
"We're in the same boat, then. Because no matter what, I can't seem to stay away from you."
You nudged his shoulder playfully, batting your eyelashes at him.
"Then, don't."
"Easy for you to say," he mumbled under his nose.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It's...a whole load of royal bullshit. You wouldn't understand."
"I might be a servant but I'm not an imbecile, Minho," you replied angrily. "Talk to me."
"I don't want to."
You rolled your eyes.
"Just...go, Y/N. I'm no longer in the mood."
You sighed in disappointment but did as he asked, not wanting to push your luck. On your way out of his room, you noticed something very strange. The vase you broke last week...no, it couldn't be. In its place stood an exact replica of it. It almost seemed...identical. Did Minho just happen to have two of the same vases? But he had said the one you broke was of sentimental value to him. So, what was this thing doing here? You were beyond confused but couldn't risk making Minho even more mad than he already was so you decided to try and forget about this peculiar observation...
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The third time the crown prince required your presence was something similar to your previous encounters in the sense that sex was the dominating factor of your little arrangement. You didn't get much of a chance to get to know him. Not that you were dying to quiz him. Judging from how easy it was to anger him, you were a tad bit reluctant to make any further attempts at exploring his personality. Soon enough, the third time became the fourth, then, the fifth. And so on. Until you lost count of how many times he called for you. And you always came. Even though you were fairly certain he wouldn't actually follow through on his threat about beheading you, he was like a drug to you. Maybe it was because he was always insistent on making you feel good, as well. Maybe it was because of how ridiculously good-looking he was. Or maybe it was because you were intent on proving the fellow servants wrong. All those rumours you kept hearing about him...Despite Minho's sarcastic nature, you could feel that there was more to him. A softer side, even. And the more time you spent around him, the more you imagined yourself to be one step closer to unlocking the door to his heart.
One day, around two months after the vase incident, he called for you again. Already anticipating what was expected of you, the minute you walked into his room, you began undressing for him, not even bothering with small talk. But this time, instead of devouring you rightaway, Minho did something that surprised you. Something unusual. Grabbing your hand, he stopped you. You couldn't believe your eyes and you simply stared at him, waiting for an explanation.
"I don't mean to rain on your parade but I wanted to do something different for a change," he explained.
"What did you have in mind?" you asked curiously.
"I was thinking of showing you something I've never shown anyone before."
"Do you have a second cock that's even bigger?" you joked.
Minho made a dismissive wave in your direction.
"Do you have to make everything so sexual?"
"I'm sorry, I was just kidding," you chuckled nervously. "You were saying?"
"I can't really say it with words, actually. You just have to see it for yourself."
"Do you secretly have dragon wings?" you gasped in mock horror.
"You're so annoying," Minho groaned. "I'm not showing you anything."
"Alright, alright, I'll stop," you promised. "Just show me."
He hesitantly took hold of your hand and started leading you towards the library in his room. And as much as you enjoyed looking at it, it wasn't something you hadn't seen before.
"What am I looking at?" you asked, a bit skeptical.
"Wait," Minho ordered and pushed a particular book slightly to the left. No sooner had he done that than the library started moving right in front of your eyes. Suddenly, you were faced with a mint back door you had, indeed, never seen before. You looked at the prince in confusion and he gave you a sign to be more patient. Taking out a key that you somehow hadn't noticed he carried around his neck, he unlocked the door. Grabbing your hand again, he walked inside the dark corridor. Honestly, you were a bit terrified, not being able to see anything so you clutched him as hard as you could. This lasted for quite some time until finally, you saw the light at the end of the tunnel. It was almost blinding but you let out a loud sigh of relief.
"You were that scared?" Minho inquired.
"Shutup," you sniffed.
He shook his head and oh, bliss, you were suddenly in heaven. The long dark corridor soon forgotten, you were now standing in front of a secret garden. Blue butterflies were flying all around, red flowers were blooming on the ground, purple sparks were floating in the sky. The grass was really greener on the other side of the door. It looked, no, it felt like magic. Everything seemed so surreal you thought you were dreaming. Pulling you onto the grass to sit, Minho snapped his fingers and a picnic basket appeared out of thin air. Then, all kinds of delicious-looking meals started getting out of the basket, as if on their own. You stared in utter disbelief as all this unfolded.
"What is this place? H-how is that possible?" you wanted to know, completely dumbfounded.
"Can't you tell?" Minho giggled. "I'm a wizard."
You were so surprised your eyeballs were probably the size of the clementines currently leaving the basket.
"You're a wizard?" you repeated stupidly.
"That's right. I know it's a lot to unpack so I'll give you a moment to process," he offered benevolently.
"Wow. Um...wow."
"We don't have to talk about it right now. Just try the food. It's not poisonous, I promise."
You nodded, kinda shell-shocked by the whole thing. Doing as he suggested, you began trying the little muffins, the juicy peaches, the adorable cupcakes and the vibrant strawberries. Once you were full and satisfied, you had an idea. You still didn't feel ready to talk about Minho being a wizard, but you appreciated him sharing this information with you, showing you this magical place...trusting you with something so big. It made you feel hopeful that your relationship was growing into something more special. Something worth fighting for. You squeezed his hand in gratitude and gave him a bashful smile.
"Thank you for taking me here," you whispered. "It's really beautiful."
"I know," Minho smirked. "I created it."
"What?"
"I mean...this place doesn't technically exist outside of my mind."
"But...how do I see it, then?" you went as far as pinching your cheeks to make sure you were, in fact, awake.
"You see it, because I want you to see it. Kind of like an illusion. A projection, if you will. Call it what you wish."
You wrapped your arms around him. Lying in the grass next to him was devastatingly peaceful. As Minho stroked your hair, you felt yourself relaxing in a way you hadn't thought possible. In this place, it was as if no problems existed. It was just the two of you, holding each other. Your mind was in a state of joyful serenity. Until it suddenly hit you. That damn vase!
"Did you fix the broken vase with your magic?" you just had to ask.
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to notice," Minho teased you.
"Was the vase even from your mother?"
"Nah, it was just a random object of absolutely no value," he admitted. "I used it as an excuse to get you into my bed."
"And it worked. I'm such a fool," you shook your head, attempting to pull away from his grasp. 
But he didn't let you, clinging onto you more tightly than ever. You didn't find the energy to fight back. 
"You let me believe I broke something really important to you. Back then I thought you were so angry with me you would actually behead me," you mewled pitifully. Minho kissed the top of your head comfortingly.
"We wouldn't be here enjoying the comfort of each other's arms if I hadn't lied, angel."
"You're right and I hate you for it," you groaned and buried your head into his strong chest.
"So, you forgive me?"
"Against my better judgement," you laughed.
A brief moment of silence followed.
"Minho?"
"Yes, my darling?"
"I know one day you'll have to marry a princess from another realm. I know you have responsibilities and that I don't fit into the big picture. I know this isn't forever," you whispered, feeling a bit drowsy and in an uncharacteristically honest mood. "But can we pretend that it is?"
"I don't want to pretend," he responded. You couldn't tell what to make of his words, so you said nothing at all.
After what felt like hours of rolling around in the grass, making love (because you couldn't call it fucking like it had been before...in this place, there was something so heavenly, almost spiritual about your dynamic) and mumbling sweet nothings into each other's ears, you finally had to go back to the real world. The longer you stayed in this secret garden, the more you found yourself wishing it would last till the end of time. When he led you back into his room through the secret corridor and the back door, you realized how badly you were longing for this magical journey not to be over yet.
"I should probably get going," you said, despite your feelings being the exact opposite.
"Stay a little longer," Minho pleaded, caging you into his arms and kissing your lips softly.
"I can't," you sighed.
"Can't or don't want to?"
"Does it matter?" you replied evasively.
"It does to me."
"I do want to stay a bit longer, Minho. But we both know it's not a sensible idea."
He nodded sadly, letting you go.
"You're right," Minho acquiesced. "Go before I've figured out a way to keep you here forever."
You couldn't resist grinning and waving him goodbye.
"You'll come again tomorrow, right?"
"For as long as you wish to see me," you promised foolishly.
Leaving his room, you hadn't even done a couple of steps when you felt an unfamiliar hand grabbing you and pushing you into a secluded corner.
"What the-" you began until you realized who your unexpected attacker was. The queen. Minho's stepmother. "Your M-majesty."
"You think you're being subtle?" she spat out angrily. "Whoring yourself to my son."
You didn't bother correcting her. He was her stepson, after all. But you were in enough trouble already so you made the wise decision to keep your mouth shut for once. You also didn't bother explaining to her that it was Minho who had suggested this arrangement of yours in the first place. You were not the type to randomly seduce princes.
"You know he's supposed to marry a princess, right? You're not good enough for him, foolish girl. Just a plaything for him to amuse himself. Once he grows bored of you, he'll discard you like he did with so many other toys."
You shook in embarrassment, because you hated how her words affected you. What if she was right? What if Minho was really just as bad as everyone kept telling you he was? What if he was just using you for sex? Were you really so easily disposable? Just a temporary distraction from his responsibilities?
"It's not like that," you murmured weakly, not really believing your own words.
"For your own good, you better stop seeing him!" the queen sneered.
"Are you threatening me, Your Majesty?" you felt inclined to ask.
"I'm warning you. I could end your life, you know?"
"That's the thing," you tried to summon your every inch of your bravery. "I don't care if you hurt me. You can even kill me if you want."
"Is that so? Then, how about your family? Hm?" your eyes filled with fear and tears.
"Don't you touch them!" you said through gritted teeth.
"Not so feisty now, are you?" the queen cackled triumphantly. "Stop seeing my son or you'll regret ever being born, stupid harlot."
She pushed you violently, causing you to hit the back of your head into the wall and whimper in pain. And as fast as she had appeared out of nowhere, she was soon nowhere to be seen. Your knees buckled and touched the ground with a thud. Wrapping your arms around your frame, you began crying in frustration. What were you supposed to do? You couldn't let the queen kill your family. You had been working so hard so that you could send money to your poor parents. But staying away from Minho would break your heart. A small part of you knew that the sensible thing to do was to talk to Minho. But what if he didn't believe you? It was the word of a servant against the word of the queen. You could almost picture his sadistic grin as you approached him with this. No, the only thing you could do was as she said. Stay away from the prince and your family would be safe.
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The following day, when another servant informed you the crown prince was calling for you, you simply told the servant that you were not coming. In fact, you asked the servant to inform the prince that you would never again set foot in his room. Your heart was still quaking in terror at the memory of yesterday's confrontation with the queen. You couldn't afford losing your parents but you also knew Minho was not the kind of man to take no for an answer. So there was only one possible solution that appeared in your mind. You needed to escape. Without stopping to consider the potential consequences of your actions, you hurried towards the staircase leading out of the castle. You didn't bother packing any food because you were planning on going to the forest. You would be able to survive on mushrooms and berries until you found a way to get to your family. You were so focused on protecting them that you weren't thinking straight as you ran out of the royal palace and rushed into the forest nearby. Not bothering to look back, you just kept going. Hours passed and you felt exhaustion coursing through your legs. Deciding that you were far away enough to have a short break from all the running, you pressed a hand against a tree to take a breath. No sooner had you done that than you heard the sound of a horse galloping towards you. No. It couldn't be. How did Minho manage to find you so quickly? As you started running again, you realized your chances of escaping were lower than ever. The crown prince's purebred horse was undoubtedly faster than you. On top of that, your worn out legs were dangerously threatening to give out any moment now. As he drew closer, you made peace with the fact that you were completely done for. You could distinctly hear him dismounting the animal, only a few metres behind you. You knew running any longer was of no use so you simply accepted your fate and were about to collapse on the grass when Minho grabbed your arm harshly, simultaneously turning you around to face him and holding you standing.
"How dare you deny me?" were his first words. He was angry, that was for sure. But you were surprised to find hints of hurt in his eyes.
"I'm not your property, Minho!" you spat out. "And besides, I don't owe you anything. You and I both know very well that vase is as good as new."
"Fuck the vase," he hissed. "You're still my subject and if I call for you, you come."
You shook your head, still intent on holding your ground. You couldn't tell him the truth about how his stepmother had threatened you and your family. Upset as he was, he would probably just make fun of you or not believe you at all.
"This has to end, you're driving me mad!" you screamed.
"Were you just using me?" Minho cried out. "Was it just meaningless sex to you? All the time we spent together..."
That was it. Your breaking point. You couldn't believe he thought the exact same thing that made it so difficult for you to trust him completely.
"Is that how little you think of me?" you whimpered. "I fell for you, Minho! Which is exactly why we can't keep doing this. I know you're supposed to marry a princess, your stepmother told me everything," you couldn't help but disclose part of the reason why you tried to run away. "I'm simply not good enough for you, am I? I was just a temporary diversion to you! I can't...I can't stand in the way of your fate."
"Can't you see?" he whispered. "I don't care about marrying a princess. And I wanted...no, I want you to be the most permanent thing in my life. I choose to make my own fate from now on. And it's you. You are my fate."
You were struck by the unreality of it. In his language, saying something like that equaled a confession.
"Minho, you can't-" you blinked at him.
"I'm the crown prince. I can and I will," he pronounced with such finality that you would be a fool not to believe him. And you finally did. Bursting into tears, you divulged everything about his stepmother's cruel words. Everything about your insecurities and how hard it was for you to trust people easily. And to your utter amazement, he believed every word. Loosening his tight grip on your hand, Minho wrapped his arms around you, gently running his fingers through your hair and comforting you with his presence.
"I can promise you, no harm shall come to your family. I'll protect them as I intend to protect you. As for what she told you about my past, I admit I had earlier...relations but I did not end things with them because I grew tired of their affections. But because I found out they were using me to elevate their position in society. Which is exactly why I had such a hard time trusting you myself."
"I understand," you nodded. "And I believe you."
"Will you come back to the castle with me?" Minho asked politely. "I won't force you."
"I know. And I will."
He helped you mount his horse and the two of you rode back to the royal palace in comfortable silence. Holding onto his lower waist for balance, you couldn't help but feel safety emanating from his solid figure. You were so tired that at one point, you took a brief nap but not before muttering:
"Thank you for not giving up on me."
Once you returned to the castle, Minho told you that he wanted to talk to his father immediately and you couldn't find the energy to argue so you simply followed the prince into the throne room. However, the second you spotted his stepmother, you shook in terror. Clutching your hand tightly, he purred into your ear:
"Don't let her get to you."
You managed a small nod, choosing to trust he knew what he was doing.
"Father, I need to speak to you," Minho announced directly.
"Go ahead, then," the king urged him to talk.
"I'm going to marry Y/N no matter what. If you want to take away my title, you can."
When Minho's father didn't say a word, you were starting to worry a little.
"The audacity!" his stepmother screeched. "I will destroy her and her entire family before letting this happen!"
"You have no right to say such vile things to the kindest creature I've ever met," Minho yelled.
"Enough!" the king finally intervened. "Minho, you are my only child. If I take away your title, who will inherit my kingdom?"
"I WILL," the greedy stepmother volunteered.
Suddenly, the king started laughing as if he'd heard the funniest joke ever. You and Minho exchanged looks of confusion but decided to wait a bit longer to find answers to your unspoken questions.
"I don't think so," Minho's father grinned. "Minutes ago, I received information from my most loyal investigators that they have acquired evidence that you were the one who poisoned the queen of my heart, Minho's poor mother, to death! And on top of that, now that I see how cruelly you treat my son's beloved and how blinded by greed you are, I cannot close my eyes to such vicious crimes. Guards, take her to the dungeons!"
Rightaway, they followed the king's orders and despite the loud complaints of Minho's evil stepmother, she was soon escorted out of the throne room.
"Did you know about this?" you mouthed to Minho. When he shook his head in shock, you squeezed his hand in support. You couldn't imagine how difficult it must have been for him to realize that his stepmother had murdered his mother.
"As for you marrying Y/N, of course I give you permission," the king announced much to your dismay. "I want you to be happy and not make the mistake I did by marrying the vile snake who poisoned your mother simply because society required it. You have all my blessings, son."
"Thank you, father. This means the world to me. And despite the disturbing revelation, I am glad that we finally know who was responsible for such a crime."
The king gave you two a nod of acceptance and you bowed respectfully in return. Minho happily led you out of the throne room and as soon as it was just the two of you, the tears of happiness you'd been holding started rolling down your cheeks.
"M-minho," you hiccuped, burying your head into his arms. "We are finally safe from her. A-and...even if your father did take away your title, I would have stayed with you because I love you."
"Really?" Minho asked, a tinge of doubt lacing his voice. "Because I was thinking of giving up my title anyways. Even though I'm an only child, my cousin Felix could inherit the throne."
You were surprised by his sudden change of heart. But you were determined to show him that his title meant nothing to you. That you would never be like all the other people who tried to get close to him just so they could use his position in society.
"Whatever you decide, I will trust you and follow you," you vowed.
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For the next month or so, you and Minho lived at your parents' humble cottage, barely making ends meet. You didn't understand how someone like Minho could give up his life of luxury and comfort just to be with you but you didn't want to sound ungrateful so you didn't complain once. Instead, choosing to focus on the good things, like the fact that you were all safe from his stepmother and you were healthy and still happy together. That's what mattered to you the most.
One afternoon as you were working hard in an inn, you couldn't help but wonder why Minho refused to use his magic. Giving up his title was one thing but not taking advantage of his abilities seemed like such a waste when they could have made his life so much easier. Regardless, you didn't dare broach the subject for fear of upsetting your lover. However, what you failed to consider was the fact that Minho, being a wizard, could read your mind.
"Is that why you're with me? Use my talents for your own gains?"
You blinked in surprise. Just when you thought things were going great...why did he have to be so irritable?
"Oh, so, now I'm irritable? That's splendid, isn't it?" he scoffed.
"Minho, stop!" you sighed, exasperated. "First of all, stop reading my mind, it's rude. Second of all, do you honestly think I'm with you because of your former position or your magic?"
"Well, it definitely isn't my amazingly sweet personality," he said sarcastically. "So, what is it? The great sex?"
"For fuck's sake," you raised your arms in annoyance. "You're seriously underestimating yourself. Contrary to popular belief, I really like your personality. Sure, at first glance, it might seem as if you're built of 90% dark humour and 10% eye-rolls, but I don't think that defines you. You're the kind of person who might not look like it, but you genuinely care about the people around you. Back when I thought your stepmother was seriously going to kill me and my family, you believed me and protected me. Even though I ran away, you came for me and reminded me I'm not alone. Just because you don't wear your heart on your sleeve doesn't mean you're not a nice person. You're actually the most caring human I've ever met. And nothing's gonna change the way I feel about you."
Minho simply stared at you in disbelief, not uttering a word.
"I'm going to hug you now whether you like it or not," you announced bravely and wrapped your arms around him tightly.
"Shit," he sniffed against your neck. "I'm so sorry."
"What for?" you withdrew a bit to look at him in the eyes, brushing the hair on his forehead slightly to the side.
"For ever doubting your sincerity. Don't get angry but...this past month has been a test. I wanted to check if you were just using me like the people in my past. I never intended to give up my title or my magic for good. I was so shaken up by how easily you tried to leave because of my stepmother's threats that I wanted to see if you were serious about me. About us. And now I know your feelings are honest. But I'm afraid that me lying to you is going to mess things up. So, I'm telling you the whole truth before it is too late."
You weren't sure how to react. That was a lot to take in. You knew that Minho had trust issues but that was on a whole different level.
"Tell me it isn't too late now," he begged you when you didn't say anything.
You shook your head.
"I have to admit, I'm kinda upset you didn't trust me before. But I'm guessing you do now."
"It's not that I didn't trust you. It's that I find it hard to let people in."
"I get that. Because you've been betrayed before."
Minho nodded.
"Will you forgive me for testing you?"
"As long as you forgive me for running away," you smiled bashfully.
"Already done," he kissed your cheek. "And one more thing. Will you come back with me to the castle?"
"As what? Your servant or your mistress?"
"As my wife. Will you marry me?"
You were, to put it simply, awestruck and at a loss of words. The last time he brought it up, was in that throne room when he was mostly intent on confronting his stepmother. And since he hadn't mentioned it for the past month because of that test...You didn't think he seriously wanted to marry you. But now that he asked, you couldn't stop yourself from wishing things would be different in the future.
"On one condition," you bargained.
"Anything. I'll call you my queen, give you any jewel or crown-" Minho was quick to start promising you the world.
"None of these material things are of importance to me. I only ask that there are no more lies between us."
"That's sensible," he agreed. "I vow to be nothing but truthful towards you, my love."
"As do I," you grinned fondly at him, pulling him into a kiss.
When you returned to the castle the following day, Minho was so impatient that he married you rightaway in a small ceremony, only his father, his cousin Felix and your parents were present. But not before asking you if you were okay with that or if you wanted something more grand. Naturally, you didn't mind as long as you were together with him. Because it was still the afternoon, Minho suggested that you two go to his secret garden and relax in the grass, further tempting you by promising to show you all sorts of magical fruits. And who were you to deny your prince who was now also your lawfully wedded husband? Walking through the back door behind his library, you felt far more calm and safe than the first time. This time, you trusted Minho with your life and the fear of the dark was but a distant memory. At the end of the journey, your eyes were met with a familiar sight. Beauty surrounded you all around. Mesmerized by the shapes and colours, the sounds of birds chirping, cherry blossoms falling into the tiny pond, a vibrant rainbow towering over a bridge, the smell of exotic fruits and warm bakery, you almost didn't notice when Minho knelt down in front of you. It felt so unreal that you were genuinely concerned if you were dreaming.
"I never got to confess and ask you properly," he started. "I know the act itself loses its purpose since we're already married, but let me do this, okay?"
You nodded, not daring to interrupt him.
"I know that the way we met wasn't exactly a fairy-tale. But I'm not going to apologize for tricking you into being with me because I don't regret a second of the time we spent together. But I can promise you that I will try to do better from now on and treat you the way you deserve. Because you're the sweetest gift that was bestowed to me by the gods, the best thing that ever happened to me. And I would be a fool to let you go. I know that I haven't said it before and I probably suck at showing but I love you. And it is an absolute honour to be married to you."
You were straight-up bawling your eyes out upon hearing his kind words and you knelt down next to him in the grass, attacking his lips with your own, gripping his hair accidentally toppling him down.
"Is that a yes, then?" Minho joked, eventually breaking the kiss.
"We're already married, you absolute dork," you giggled. "It's always a yes with you."
"Wonderful, because I don't think I can wait until our wedding night."
"Waiting is for losers," you teased. "Besides, we already consummated our relationship before even getting married."
"Tell me about it," Minho rolled his eyes and started playing with the ties of your wedding dress. Too lazily for your liking.
"Don't taunt me, husband," you warned.
"I had no such intentions, dear wife," he smirked wickedly.
"All men do is lie," you groaned.
Once you were finally free of the restraints of your annoying dress, Minho definitely intended on torturing you for eternity, toying with you in ways you hadn't previously thought possible and always making sure to deny you the long-awaited pleasure. You were on the verge of begging to the best of your abilities when he finally took mercy on you, giving you what you wanted.
"You're such a sadist," you complained when he entered you slowly, holding your wrists down tightly. You somehow managed to scratch his hand with your nails, silently showing him that he didn't have to be so rough, you were not going anywhere. And he immediately loosened his grip on you, earning a languid smile from you.
"You like me."
"I hate you," you hissed lovingly.
"Keep talking dirty to me and I'll never let you come, doll."
"If you tease me any longer, I'm asking for divorce," you threatened him jokingly.
"I'm not granting you a divorce. How about that?"
"What did I get myself into?" you sighed dramatically.
When Minho put his lips on you, effectively shutting you up, you couldn't help but moan into his mouth, overwhelmed by the intensity of his emotions.
"P-please," you cried out. "M-minho, 'm close."
"I know, love, let go for me."
And so you did, trusting him completely. This was it, then? What heaven truly felt like. Soon after, he was overflowing into you, showing you just how much he cared. Now you finally understood what he meant when he had said he didn't want to pretend you could last forever. He wanted this to last for real. And this time, you were both willing to stay...
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To say your life was devoid of any excitements would be a downright lie. Being the crown prince's wife meant your future days would be filled with royal responsibilities and your nights would be filled with...well, Minho. For the briefest of moments you had thought that your wedding night itself would be nothing special because you'd been with Minho more times than you could count. And in a way, it hadn't been in the sense that you weren't nervous about it like you had been your first time together. But somehow he always knew how to surprise you. And he kept surprising you.
Waking up in his bed, in his arms, without having to worry if anyone would catch you or threaten you was not only pleasant. It was pure peace. Minho's sleeping figure seemed so serene and soft. He almost resembled a kitten. You smiled and were tempted to stroke his hair, startling him from his slumber. When he shook off his drowsiness, he grinned sweetly, nudging your cheek with his nose.
"Good morning, my beloved wife," Minho greeted you.
"Good morning, my darling husband," you responded. "Wow, this feels so strange I still can't believe it's real."
"Well, you better get used to it."
"Oh, trust me, it's not going to be a problem."
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself."
After a couple of moments of silence, you spoke again.
"Minho?"
"Yes, angel?"
"Can I ask you for something?"
"As long as it's within reason."
"I was thinking how it's still a bit early for children so...um...can we maybe get a cat?" you blurted out .
"Fuck. I didn't think it was possible to love you even more than I already do but here we go."
"You like cats, too?"
"Mmm, love them."
"I knew I made the right choice marrying you," you chuckled.
"No regrets, baby."
"Yay, so it's settled, then? We're having a cat."
"For sure. Okay, but...consider this...more than one cat."
"I like your thinking, husband," you praised him. "There is no such thing as too many cats."
"Damnit, I want to be inside of you, again," Minho confessed.
"You're insatiable," you scolded him. "But somehow I keep finding it impossible to refuse you."
"How obedient of you, my wife. But before we indulge ourselves with another passionate embrace, I wanted to ask you something. Now that we're married, it is my wish for you to feel as comfortable as possible here so if there are any objects you'd like to have delivered or furniture you'd like moved. So, are there any changes you'd like to make in my...no, our room?"
"You know, there is one thing that bothers me," you joked. "We have to get rid of that ugly old vase."
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Angel has Kai’s baby in their 3rd (last) year of highschool and Kai has no idea since she hid her pregnancy so 2 years later Kai breaks up with angel to focus on his “experiments” when Kai is sent to Tartarus the guards tell him that he has a visitor and there’s angel and his child and Kai starts to tear up
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"Eh...?" you could only mutter in disbelief as Kai read some papers with an unbothered expression.
"I know you for about five years (Y/n). I know you dont have any issues with your hearing." He muttered coldly before sighing and placing the papers on the desk.
"You... want to break up...? Why? What did I do?" You asked with trembling lips as he stared at your eyes.
"Is more about on what you can't and won't do." He pressed his fingers on the bridge of his nose before waving it in the air "You know I am the future leader of the hassaikai. And having you near would be only a distraction to my experiments to give this place more credit. You would be like a rock on my path to gain some knowledge."
"You're kidding right?" You almost sobbed "You always told me I was like a safe place for you to go. What the hell happened to that? Or the promises you made for me for us to get married?" He blinked before answering.
"I was foolish. We have a life ahead of us and well, having you being clingy on my back would be a nuisance while working."
The ground could swallow you for all you cared... what the supposed love of your life just said was enough to leave you with eyes red and legs felling like they were trembling.
"Please dont cry. You're dropping them on the ground. And I dont even know if you're clean." You gritted your teeth before breathing in and looking at Kai Chisaki for what you swore for one last time.
"Very well. You want to break up because I'm only a bother to your path to greatness oh punny God? So be it." You walked until you felt him grabbing your wrist until you snatched it away from him.
"When the time is right, we can get back together." He spoke like he was in a fucking meeting in a company.
"No." You hissed "Chisaki I loved you, and I gave you everything of me even supporting your ideas. But then you want to break up with out of no where saying I would ruin your plans by simply existing neat you and to top it off you call me clingy and a nuisance?"
You could see a tad bit of remorse on his eyes as he pondered for a second his own words maybe, but before he could speak you sobbed and opened the door.
"Don't ever look for me Chisaki. And for your information..." you hesitated and gulped down the urge to just yell what you had discovered just earlier while clenching your purse where the pregnancy test lied on.
"What?" He asked, now no longer seeing to be bothered by your sadness and outburst.
"... good luck on your life. I hope you're happy with this obstacle getting away from you." You muttered before closing the door and walking out until you cursed and screamed while you ran as the rain started to make an appearance.
Not noticing the germophobic himself running out of the house with an umbrella to give it to you and soaked as well as he watched with a dread expression your figurine run away...
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Ten years later...
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"I swear Kaiyo... you gonna drive me crazy one of these days." You spoke heartedly as the boy with brow hair laughed in embarrassment while scrubbing the back of his head as you caught all the pieces of the broken chair on the ground.
"Sorry ma! I got carried away." You scoffed but soon smiled at his tiny hands and focused face morph the pieces and piece them back together and with a proud face show you the new constructed chair with a 'tad a!'
"Wow. Impressive sweety!" You patted his hair as he "complained", golden eyes shinning brightly at looking at you with a huge smile on.
Life sometimes was cruel to give the child you loved the exact same face as their father which teared your heart at pieces. But your love for your son was stronger than this stupid thing.
Kaiyo was your son. Not his.
"Ne ne ma? Father's day is coming up!" Kaiyo said and you froze for a moment before sighing while washing the dishes.
Here we go...
"Yes it is coming." You muttered as the boy sneak around and looked up at you.
"You know I dont really care about what the other kids say about me having only a mom but..." he rested his face on his crossed arms on the sink while shyly looking up at you "I was just curious... if I am going to meet mine..."
You sighed while placing the now dry plates on their place before giving your son the best smile you could get.
"Kaiyo, your father is just a very busy name. When we were together he had.. uh.. family business to take care of, so that's why we cant see him much." Kaiyo seemed a bit dissapointmented and it tore you apart.
You could have your own issues with Kai but that didn't mean you would make his son hate him...
"Well... Sato's also got a busy dad but.." he shook his head, messy brow bangs shaking along with his head, until he gave you a bright smile "That's okay! I just hope I get to meet him one day! And that he gets back to you and apologize foe being a dork! So us three can live together!"
A child can dream, right?
But you knew that Kai needed to know the existence of Kaiyo... you werent ignorant...
"Yeah kiddo. Let's hope for the best." You carresed his cheek before kissing it "Okay. Enough talk. Time for bed young man."
"Awww already?" He pouted as you giggled.
"How about that? You go get ready and I tell you stories about me and daddy while we were together?"
"Can I get my plushie of mr Nighteye?" You giggled. Something Kaiyo definitely wasn't equal to his father was his fascination with heroes.
"Sure honey. Now shoo! Go go go!" You squished his cheeks as he laughed and ran towards his room on the apartment.
You snorted at sign before preparing yourself for digging the past once again for the sake of your son.
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"MOM!" You almost chopped your finger along with the carrot at the shout of Kaiyo before looking at him in worry to se ehkm pointing at the T.V with horror "The heroes-! The green hero with the girl-!"
You immediately went to his side only to widened your eyes at the image in front of you.
Chisaki..?
"Ma! He is a villain! A BIG ONE!"your son whimpered while going for you for a hug while stared in shock... "Ma? Why are you trembling?"
"H-Huh?" You let out until you gasped at seeing this teenager punching Chisaki square in the face...
"Ma?! You're okay?!"
You didn't know what to feel, but surely you weren't expecting tears to fall when this girl hand cuffed your ex boyfriend and the cops and heroes to put him into a van to surely got to the prison. Tartarus you bet.
You felt a hand rubbing your cheek and soon looked at your son wide teary eyes.
"M-Mommy...?" You hugged him close to your chest and holding his head close as your heart almost slammed out of your chest. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"I-i... I'm okay honey." You inhaled before looking into Kaiyo's golden eyes to see worry on them. "Hey, mommy's okay."
"Ma...?"
"Hm?"
"That man looked like me..."
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How long was he here? Months?
Didn't matter. Nothing mattered more... everything was taken from him. Including his own arms. Now he was just as useless as a cockroach.
Worst of all? His own father figurine on a damn hospital because of him...
Pathetic.
'Is funny how things change' is what you used to say... he found himself scoffing while pressing the back of his head on the wall.
He hadn't stop thinking about you ever since the day he made the decision of breaking up with you. He did tried inumerous times to contact you when he took leadership of the Hassaikai... but he just gave up.
"Probably married with kids already... why are you even thinking about her on the first place..?" he murmured to himself as he felt his chest tighten in sadness.
Everything was just... what he deserved.
He sighed. Closing his eyes for just a split second until he heard banging on the door of his cell until a guard opened the window on it to glare daggers at him.
"Get up. You have visitors."
"Leave me in here. I thought your job was to take seriously enough to not make jokes." He spoke on a hoarse voice until the cell opened with two guards already on it.
"I cant understand why you have visitors as well but get your ass up already."
He just blinked until he got up, two guards in front of him and one behind as he walked.
He just hoped it was fast.
He entered the room, mirrors which surely was where cops were hidden as he sitted down on a chair and waited until the door of iron opened by another guard.
"Right here ma'am. And remember the rules please."
"Of course." His eyes widened and he snapped his head up to see if he hadn't got crazy.
But no. You were there.
Gosh.. you didn't change at all... was even more beautiful than what his mind could have remember.
He stood there in shock as you got in but along with you... holding your hand, was a boy. Dressed with clothes but he surely didn't looked content about being in here.
His face dropped at seing the kid... you had moved on.
"One hour." The guard said locking the door as you stood there awkwardly, while the kid holding onto to you was glaring at the ground.
He wanted to say something but nothing came out as he was still in shock at seeing out of all people you decided to visit him.
The heels you wore clicked on the ground as you walked towards the table and sit down and the boy right by your side on the other chair... not even once you made eye contact with him.
"... (y/n)..." he whispered, still looking at you as if you were some angelical creature.
"Hey... long time that we dont see each other right? Chisaki." You spoke... not with a smile but not with hatred.
It was a start.
"You... hadn't changed a... a bit." He spoke, voice scratching at his throat as your eyes finally met his, his heart was beating loudly on his chest.
It felt like he was in high school again...
"Should I take that as a compliment?"
"I.. I didn't meant to offend you. Apologies." He bowed his head a bit as you sighed, looking at him with wide eyes out of the sudden.
"Oh God what happened to your arms?!" You almost screamed as the kid also seemed to notice.
"Long story... just.. a business that went wrong." He explained with dread as you seemed to relax a but while nodding.
It remained quiet for a bit only for the sound of the clock on the wall until he decided to break the silence.
".. so.. er.." gosh he was horrible with this "how is your life? Any.. uh.. you got the degree you wanted? I remember how you talked about it..."
You sighed with dissapointment as you looked at everywhere but him.
"No. I haven't... but I see you got what you wanted before being arrested though." You muttered and he let out a bitter chuckle.
"Almost.. yeah." He tapped his foot twice until he spotted the kid glaring at him with similiar gold eyes... "Married?"
"No. I thought it would be a distraction while taking care of my son." You spoke abruptly... as you looked at the boy beside you... "Anyway... I need to give you this."
You showed to him a paper before putting on the desk.
"What.. what is this?"
"Is a DNA test." You spoke coldly "To prove that you do have a son."
His eyes widened at that as he looked at the paper... and then to the boy whose was glaring at him not moments ago...
"Wha... but... "
"Remember the day when we split off? Yeah... was the day I discovered."
"W... why didn't you said something?" He asked in oure horror as you giggled in sarcasm.
"For what? This would only trouble you right?" You said with such venom on your voice that he felt a sting to his chest before you breathed in slowly before exhaling "I'm here because I thought you had the right to know... even after ten years.."
He looked at the kid and soon could tell the similarly between him and the boy... you had to raise a child with his face on it alone and he had broken things because of his own selfishness...
"What... what is his name?"
You pondered for a second before sighing, caressing the boy's hair.
"Come on honey... introduce yourself to your dad..." the boy huffed before opening his eyes and looking at him.
"I'm (L/n) Kaiyo. I cant say is very nice to meet you but my mom told me to say it for respect." He almost cringed at the introduction as he saw you looking at him with anger.
"Kaiyo." You warned as the boy scoffed.
"Dont need to scold him. He is not exactly wrong..." he ended up saying while you looked at him.
"I raised Kaiyo to have respect though."
"Why should I have respect towards him in the first place?" He looked at the dark brow haired kid "Not only he abandoned you ma but he is a villain! A very bad one! That girl on the Tv should be the same age if not younger than me!" The boy gritted with a few tears escaping his face.
"Kaiyo please... "
"Incredible..." you and Kaiyo suddenly looked at him "Despite having my features you are just like your mother... I would be proud of it..."
"... I'm not proud of being a villain's son." He muttered while sniffing "You abandoned us. I know ma hadn't said a thing to you but now I do."
You bited on your lips as he looked at loss of words at what he just heard from a child...
"... I know it doesn't change a thing but... I never stopped thinking about... your mother. About you (Y/n)."
"DONT REFER TO MY MOM AS HER FIRST NAME!" Kaiyo banged his fists on the table before you took him in your arms as the boy sobbed "You never cared! You-You-! Grandpa said you called my ma a bother! You are a MURDER!" The kid cried.
"I'm sorry about that..." you mumbled as you cradled the crying boy in your arms "He didn't take well Mr. Nighteye death..."
"M-Ma-! I wanna go home!"
"But Kaiyo, your da-"
"He IS NOT MY DAD!" he cried in you as you sighed as Chisaki seemed to be dying little by little at each second this visit had.
"I'm... going to go. Another day we will visit. Take care, Chisaki." You spoke before he could hear it and he stood up abruptly from his chair.
"No! Wait-!"
The door closed...
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Months later
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"Ma look. Hawk's wings are healing." The kid pointed at the news and you smiled.
"That's amazing! We could use some good news!" You chirped as Kaiyo smiled until both of you heard the door bell of your apartment ring.
"Huh. Weird usually grandpa or grandma visits us on-" you opened the door and you almost screamed at the sign of that same green haired kid on your door but now he seemed so... broken...
"Ma'am.. I'm sorry to bother you, but he said he can crash a bit in here... later cops will come to get him. I'm sorry but I need to go." Your son walked and squealed at sign.
"A hero!" Your son smiled brightly at him and for once, Deku had showed a smile for real... until you saw Chisaki leaning bruised to the core resting on the wall next to your door...
"Chisaki..." you breathed out as your son looked at him in shock.
"I'm sorry. Both of you..." he muttered while looking at the storm outside.
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