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curlynerd · 3 years

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What He Wants

Happy gift posting day for @starrynightdeancas gift exchange! My gift recipient is @bipridedean! She requested a Destiel, canon-adjacent fic, so here it is! I hope you like it! <3

Word Count: 2.6K Rating: G Summary: 5 times Dean said "I do" and 1 time he didn’t. Notes: Post canon, fix-it fic, oneshot, love confessions, Destiel wedding

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The first time it happens Sam is the only one to hear it. They’re alone in the bunker, surrounded by months and months of tireless research. But finally, finally, Dean thinks they’ve discovered how to get into the Empty.

Dean wants to push through the night and get a portal up and running as soon as possible. Sam insists they both go to bed, pleading with Dean that he won’t be able to concentrate on the spellwork to maintain it without at least a few hours of sleep.

Dean spends most of the night staring at the ceiling, thoughts racing through his head at a hundred miles an hour. This time tomorrow, he could have Cas back. This time tomorrow he can--Dean is almost afraid to think it, afraid that giving form to what he wants will somehow curse it and stop it from ever coming true. After all, the thing he wanted most before this was for Cas to love him back, and that didn’t exactly end rosy.

Still, as Dean finally closes his eyes, he allows himself a small, private wish. He hopes this will be the last time he falls asleep alone.

The next morning, they’re both expecting some sort of bump in the road, some rare ingredient or some missing incantation that will set them back even longer, keep Dean from seeing Cas again for God knows how long. But fortune is on their side, and Sam executes the spell flawlessly.

Dean is armed to the teeth with every weapon and protection spell they could collect on short notice. His plan for finding Cas and dragging him back home sits clearly at the front of his mind. His heart pounds in his ears, fast but steady and strong.

“You know, if this doesn’t work, you could get stuck there. I might not be able to open a new portal.” Sam looks at the pulsating mass of black that serves as the portal to the Empty. Worry is etched deeply into his forehead. “Do you really want to do this?”

Dean thinks of Cas’ face, the way he had smiled as he said he loved him. He thinks of how he was so close to having the one thing he really wanted. How Cas had wanted the same.

There’s no peace in loneliness.

Dean tightens his grip on his angel blade, his jaw set, his eyes determined. He’s ready to get his angel back. “Yeah. I do.”

The second time it happens, it takes Cas by surprise. It’s been a week since Dean heroically pulled the love of his life from the Empty...and also since Dean lost all remaining courage. He choked. His unspoken response to Cas’ confession is a taut tension wire between them, keeping them inches apart, words suffocating in their tightly sealed mouths, both terrified to say anything and risk breaking something that can’t be mended.

Dean hates himself for it. It’s cowardice is what it is. It’s a lifetime of desperately fighting against the things that make him vulnerable. Against wanting things. Against believing anyone could love him. Even with Cas’ confession still crystal clear in his memories, Dean doubts.

He is deep into those self-deprecating thoughts when he finds Cas in the garage, struggling to figure out how to change a flat tire on his truck from a Youtube video.

“Cas? What’re you doing?”

Cas startles and immediately hunches his shoulders in guilt. He wasn’t expecting to be caught. “Dean.” He looks down at the lug wrench in his hand, and Dean can see the wheels spinning in his head, trying to concoct a cover story before he shrugs and gives up the truth. “I was trying to fix the truck.”

“You need to go somewhere? Cuz I can just drive you.” Dean’s heart pounds, his mouth going dry. Cas wouldn’t need to sneak around for a little errand.

Cas shakes his head and confirms Dean’s fears. “I wanted to have it ready. In case I needed to leave.”

“Leave?” Dean repeats, and his blood goes cold.

Cas deflates a little, resigned and sad. “I assume I’ll need to soon.”

“You can’t leave!” ‘Tell him!’ screams in Dean’s mind, but he can’t. He can’t. What if he’s wrong? What if Cas doesn’t love him like that? What if Cas doesn’t love him at all anymore? What if Dean screwed it up by staying silent and Cas realized he deserves to be with someone who can provide a simple answer to “I love you?” What if--

“I don’t want to,” Cas says softly. The pain is evident in his eyes as they flicker to his truck, like he expects to need to book it out of here at any moment. “But I wasn’t sure if you wanted me here after--” He cuts himself off and shakes his head. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” he amends.

“Cas, this is your home, same as me and Sam.” Cas doesn’t look so convinced. “C’mon man, you really think we don’t want you around?” Dean leans against the side of Cas’ truck to ground himself. “Cas, I want you here.” ‘I want more than that,’ he thinks, and it would be so easy to say what he really needs to say, but he can’t. He fights viciously with his own self-esteem, ripping at it, begging it to let him say more. “Please don’t leave,” he says, small and helpless, and it’s like moving a mountain to say that much.

Cas’ expression softens into longing. His hand clenches at his side, like he’s fighting the urge to reach out to Dean, but he smiles a soft, incredulous smile. “I can stay? You really mean it?”

Dean swallows thickly. A hundred words crowd his throat, fighting to get out, but his own fears win this round and keep them down. Instead all he can manage is a choked, “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

The third time it happens, it takes them both by surprise. They’d gone on a hunt, just the two of them while Sam was visiting Eileen, and everything had gone sideways. What they thought was just a troublemaking demon turned out to be an extremely powerful witch, one with more than enough experience in Enochian magic to put Cas in serious danger. And of course Cas was reckless in his desire to protect Dean, and only managed to avoid getting killed by quick thinking and, to be honest, a helluva lot of luck.

The fight left Cas injured, and Dean pissed. “What the hell were you thinking!” he scolds at the end of a cold, silent drive back to the bunker.

“I did what I needed,” Cas shoots back with a steely glare.

“No, you didn’t need to go rushing in like that!” Dean’s worry leeches out as anger, the fear of losing Cas yet again clouding his reasoning that Dean himself would have died without Cas’ quick action. “You could have gotten a lot more hurt!”

“Why does it even matter to you?” Cas yells back, and it’s the note of hysterical bitterness darkening his words that makes Dean snap and say what he’s been hiding for far too long.

“Because I love you, you stubborn ass!”

The words freeze in the air between them, sharp and strong, wedging themself right where Dean’s anger was just a moment ago.

“You...love me?” Cas asks, his voice small, his eyes big.

And like that, Dean’s fears seem so foolish. Cas loves him. Cas died because just admitting he loves him was the happiest moment of his life. Cas has already done the hardest, scariest part for him. Dean doesn’t even have to fear Cas not feeling the same.

Silently, Dean takes a single step forward. Cas is frozen on the spot, staring at him like he doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He takes another step, and another, until he’s close enough to reach out and tug Cas into an embrace.

“Of course,” Dean breathes. He holds Cas close, tucking his chin over his shoulder and squeezing tight, like he never wants to let go. He doesn’t ever want to let go. Cas is slower to react, but when his arms finally wind around Dean, he breathes out a soft, sobbing gasp and clings to Dean. Dean turns his head to bury his nose in Cas’ hair. “Of course I do.”

The fourth time it happens, Cas doesn’t even hear it. Cas found out about a nearby crafts fair, and all it took was one particularly soulful look from those big blue eyes of his, and Dean was driving them a full hour and a half away to look at homemade pottery and local honey and overpriced tacky mesh wreaths and pretending that the entire atmosphere of the place wasn’t giving him hives.

Cas is having a blast. Dean is carrying bags and lurking in the shadiest spots he can find away from the summer heat while Cas browses. Cas is having an animated conversation about beekeeping with a honey merchant when Dean ducks into a large tent filled with the kind of flowy, bedazzled, polyester shirts he thinks of as “PTA Chic” because they also happen to have a large fan blowing.

“Lookin’ for something in particular, sugar?” The tent owner saunters over to Dean, her Southern accent thick and her top scandalously low. She’s stunningly pretty, and Dean’s eyes and smile light up out of a lifetime of habit. She responds in kind, dragging her eyes down, then back up Dean’s body. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were lookin’ for more than clothes.”

Dean chuckles and flashes her his best charming, but chagrined smile. He feels a little guilty for leading her on, and he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings. “Oh sweetheart, if I were single, I’d gladly take you up on that offer, but I’ve already got my special someone.” Dean nods to the honey booth next door.

Her eyes trail over to where Dean gestured, and for a split second her brow furrows in confusion before she laughs just a little, more incredulous than cruel. “You really want someone like that over me?”

Dean looks over at Cas. And, yeah, Dean gets the question. He’s a grown-ass man wearing cargo shorts, carrying a canvas bag with the most obnoxious sunglasses-wearing beach ball Dean has ever seen, and his hair looks like it's been electrocuted. Dean grins, feeling a rush of fondness for his dorky, criminally unfashionable angel.

“Yeah,” he says softly, without an ounce of hesitation. There’s no one else in the world for him but Cas. “Yeah, I do.”

The fifth time Dean says it, Cas is the only other person around for miles. He drags Cas out of bed bright and early one Saturday, forcing him into the car before he’s even fully finished his coffee. Cas allows it, only because he can tell Dean is positively vibrating with nervous energy. Dean brushes off all of his prying questions during the long drive until they finally arrive at a small, peaceful meadow in the middle of nowhere.

He’s packed a lunch, because ostensibly this outing is meant to be a picnic, even though Cas is suspicious on that fact alone. Dean never picnics. It doesn’t really matter though, because Dean is too nervous to even consider eating.

“So why are we really here?” Cas asks after a few minutes of nibbling at his chips. Dean’s sandwich lays untouched on the blanket.

Dean steels his nerve and takes a deep breath. “Do you know where this is?” he asks, fighting the jittery bouncing of his heartbeat to keep his voice steady.

Cas nods. “This is where I returned when Jack resurrected me.” He looks around, smiling down at the flowers surrounding the two of them. The windmill behind him creaks softly in the wind.

“And where I spread your ashes.” Dean’s fidgeting fingers find a frayed edge on the blanket, and he starts picking at it.

Cas nods again and remains silent, patiently waiting for Dean to find the rest of his words.

“And it’s…” Dean pulls a thread out of the blanket and lets it fly away in the wind. “This is where I realized I love you. I’m an idiot who didn’t even realize how much I loved you until after you were gone.”

Cas leans forward and rests his hand on Dean’s knee, warm and reassuring. Dean continues, “At the time I’d thought, ‘I can’t do this. I don’t want to live without him.’ Which was stupid because you were already dead. It didn’t matter what I wanted.”

Cas squeezes his knee. His eyes are gentle. “We’re both okay now.”

Dean’s heart warms. “Yeah. We are. But you know I...That feeling’s never gone away. You and me? I want us to be forever.” Dean reaches into his pocket. There’s no small velvet box, no shimmering diamonds, just a thick band of practical silver he found at a pawn shop. He looks down at the ring with a tender smile. “Man, never in a million years did I think I’d ever be doing this,” he marvels, and when he looks up, Cas’ eyes are wide with surprise.

“Dean?” His normally steady voice wavers.

Dean reaches for Cas’ face, his thumb gently stroking across his cheek. He holds up the ring. “What do you say, Cas? Wanna go legit about this?”

Cas’ expression is impossibly soft, eyes overflowing with love and devotion. He swallows thickly around a lump in his throat and takes the ring from Dean. He slides it onto his finger and stares at it like it’s his own personal miracle.

“You’re serious, Dean? You really want to get married?”

Dean smiles as he leans in close. Just before he kisses his new fiance, he whispers, “Of course I do.”

The sun is setting, casting long shadows down the sand. The shifting winds coming from the sea carry a chill, making the little crowd gathered around them draw their jackets close and huddle together, but the smiles on their faces are nothing but warm. There’s no altar. No stage. No decorations. Just Cas and Dean, standing in front of the ocean, wearing their favorite flannels and jeans, two bright yellow black-eyed susans pinned to their shirts--stolen right out of someone’s garden on their way to the beach.

They didn’t even bother trying to put out chairs for the ceremony, not knowing how many of their friends and family would be able to make the long drive to see Dean get hitched to his angel, but in the end it’s a good thing, because damn near everyone came, and they need to crowd in close to hear them over the wind.

It’s completely and utterly perfect.

Dean grins, unable to take his eyes off Cas while Donna, the only member of his overly-emotional family he trusts not to bawl her eyes out through the ceremony, finishes the last of their vows.

“Do you, Castiel, take Dean Winchester to be your, well, not so lawfully wedded husband?”

There’s a twitter of laughter from the crowd. Cas smiles a sweet, crooked smile and squeezes Dean’s hand. “I do.” His voice is soft, meant for Dean’s ears only, because Dean is the only one his promise matters to.

“And do you, Dean Winchester, FBI’s Most Wanted, thrice dead criminal, and the terribly generous gentleman who will surely be covering our drinks on this celebratory evening, take Castiel to be your husband?”

Dean looks at Cas. Even in the dim light of the setting sun, his eyes are impossibly blue. His smile is so warm Dean knows he’ll never feel cold again, so long as he can see it every day. Dean beams back and proclaims loud enough for everyone on the beach to hear, “Oh hell yes!”

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sevenmikento · 3 years

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Hello! May i please request a jjk hc or imagine where the mc is yuujis childhood friend that can see curses and has a powerful curse technique?? Yuuji knew since they were kids but kinda forgot about it cuz he didn’t really understood and mc never tried to bring it up again to keep him safe. And after coming to tokyo when the sukuna thing happened- yuuji recommended his bestfriend to gojo so they could study together. Thank you so much!! 💕💕

A/N: omg okay so i distinctly remember receiving this request while i was in bed reading angsty haikyuu fics and then i was hit with such a big brain idea for this that i made a draft of it bc i knew i would forget otherwise. also omg im so sorry but i made this a lot angstier than expected but it has a happy ending!! ;––;

genres: angsty with a fluffy ending, hurt/comfort; 1.5k words

come with me [Itadori Yuuji X Reader]

“You’re moving?” you repeat the words just spoken to you, unafraid to let the disappointment in your voice show as you feel your bottom lip begin to quiver and the back of your eyes burn up in tears. “To Tokyo? So suddenly?”

As if the news couldn’t get worse: first you learn that Grandpa Itadori passed away and now your only friend is leaving. Not to mention the fact that in between all of this, your high school got wrecked in some kind of freak incident–though you know better… the school had always reeked of cursed energy. You’ve even had to deal with some cursed spirits on your own volition before morning practices just because you could never stand them staring at you from the corner of the volleyball court.

“Wow, is it just me or did it get a lot less stuffy in here?” you overheard your senior saying once. You wish you could brag about it, about your heritage and your accomplishments as a Jujutsu Sorcerer but you can’t, not without putting yourself and the people–the person–you love in danger.

“You’re my only family left,” you can’t help but blurt out, hanging your head in shame. Ah, you think to yourself, this is bad, I’m starting to beg, aren’t I? This is dangerous territory. “I thought we promised… we…” You stop yourself from completing the sentence but you both know each other well to understand exactly what you’re referring to.

Your parents had always told you to keep your emotions in check, to ensure everything you feel is always under your control. Cry if you must, be angry if you cannot help it, but never allow your heart to rule your head.

At least that’s what they used to say a lot before they ended up cremated in urns too heavy for you to carry together at the same time. You were ten.

‘I’m the only (L/N) left,’ you thought to yourself, unaware you’d spoken out loud. You were also not aware of the boy who’d just entered the room, dressed in a black shirt a bit too big for him, his cheeks covered in dried tears.

“No,” he huffed, sitting down beside you. “I won’t let you be alone. You aren’t the last (L/N).” He said, completely misunderstanding what you’d meant. He wasn’t wrong but ultimately, you were more worried about your Jujutsu heritage linked to the name rather than the name itself. “When we get married, I’ll take your surname.”

You said ‘okay’, too young to understand the significance of marriage. All you cared about was that he was there and you weren’t alone.

Yuuji remains silent, an immense wave of guilt washing over his body, leaving behind a sensation that is both hot and cold at the same time. Although you continue to cry silently, your arms still move, helping him fold his clothes and place them neatly in his luggage. Your hands tremble in a way he hadn’t seen ever since that fateful day so many years ago–the day of the promise… The one he will have to break.

He wishes with all his heart that he can tell you about the events that have occurred over the past two days. He wants nothing more than to just hug you to his chest and spill all the secrets he’s been burdened to keep: the existence of cursed spirits, the attack on the school… his transformation into the vessel of Sukuna. The execution. The compromise Gojou sensei made for him. The hell he’s chosen for himself.

When the white-haired Sorcerer offered the two choices to him and asked Yuuji to choose his hell, he very ignorantly assumed that hell was knowing when he was going to die. But now, as he watches you bid him a tearful farewell while you wear the sweater he left behind for you–knowing that, even though he promised to visit, he probably will not have the chance to–Yuuji realises this is the real hell.

“Yuu-cchi, there’s a monster!” you cried, hiding behind the boy who was merely a few months older than you, your small hands clenching tightly onto the sleeves of his shirt. He gazes around and sees nothing.

“Where?” he asks, his own arms held out in a defensive stance, ready to take any hit from any monster coming to hurt you.

“There! There!” you continued to sob in such genuine fear that even though Yuuji himself couldn’t see the monsters, a part of him knew you weren’t lying. Though, to be frank, even if you weren’t scared, he would’ve believed you anyway.

“Don’t be afraid, (Y/N)! I will keep you safe!” he declared, waving his fists around madly. “Where is he! I’ll beat him up!”

Huh.

“What’re you so deep in thought about?” Fushiguro Megumi’s voice snaps him out of his reverie, the defeated cursed spirit’s corpse dissolving into ash right before their eyes.

“Yeah, what are you thinking of?” Gojou butts in, wrapping an arm around Yuuji’s shoulders. “You looked all happy and dopey for a second then became all sad and depressed the next. Friendship problems? Or–OH! Relationship troubles?”

“No, it’s just…” Yuuji mumbles.

“I can’t sleepover this weekend.”

“Huh? Why not?”

“My parents want me to train.”

“Train?”

“Yeah, they’re teaching me Juju—Judo.”

“Eh? That’s too bad.”

“Just?” Gojou pushes, realising he’s very likely on the cusp of discovering his new student’s deep, dark secret. For a second, he thinks it’s to no avail but before he knows it, Yuuji’s grasping his arms and looking him dead in the eye (eye? blindfold?).

“I think there’s someone I need you to meet.”

“Oh?”

You curse under your breath as you hear footsteps echo from the floors beneath you. Right now? The stupid local delinquents want to explore this stupid building right as you’re on the edge of exorcising a stupidly strong cursed spirit? You can’t help but laugh humourlessly at your luck nowadays. It seems as though ever since Itadori Yuuji left your life, you’ve been doing nothing but exorcise spirits. Maybe you’re just bored and have nothing to do or maybe you’ve become a magnet for spirits with your increased levels of cursed energy.

“I’ll visit you when I have the time,” he said. But you knew he was lying. Just by looking at his dumb face you could tell he never intends on coming back.

A bitter taste crawls up the back of your throat and the cursed spirit cackles, elated by the frustration emitting off of you. You just know that if you could read its mind, it’ll be thinking of how powerful it could become by consuming you.

“Not a chance, you fuck!” you snap, feeling the familiar sensation of warmth crawl up your body as you harness all of your cursed energy to both your hands. Blue flames ignite from the centre of your palms, as you utilise your cursed technique: “Hinokagatsuchi!”

You charge towards the cursed spirit, ready to melt its skull into nothingness when a familiar voice calls out your name.

“(Y/N)!” Yuuji’s fist reaches the spirit before your technique can, the force of his punch so immense that it slams the corpse of your foe into a wall, forming a crater of shattered concrete.

“Hinokagatsuchi, huh?” A man with stunningly white hair walks into the room. “Haven’t heard that one in a while. “Are you from the (L/N) clan, by any chance?”

Before you can respond, a pair of warm hands clasp your face firmly but with a notable tenderness. The same hands that Itadori Yuuji used to kill a cursed spirit with a single punch now cradled your head, his thumbs carefully caressing your cheeks.

“Are you okay? Did you get hit? Are you injured anywhere?” he frets, his fingers combing through your hair before he pulls you close, hugging you to his firm chest.

From behind you, the white-haired man whispers: “actually I think your friend had it very much under control.” But he goes ignored.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve realised it sooner. I should have told you everything.” Yuuji presses his lips to the crown of your head. “I… I should have come clean and it would have spared us both the pain.” He laughs humourlessly. “I feel like a real dumbass, not realising what you’ve been hiding all these years even after I get dragged into the Jujustu world myself.”

Everything is happening so quickly, you find yourself rendered utterly speechless. Is he really here? Did he just kill a cursed spirit with a single blow? How did that man know about your family?

Your hands slowly creep up his back as you wrap you arms around him and close your eyes, relishing in the warmth of his body and the familiarity of his scent. He hasn’t even been gone for more than a week and yet you feel as though a lifetime of loneliness had been cured with just his return.

“I love you…” you can’t help but admit, though you have a feeling it wasn’t very much of a secret to begin with.

“I love you, too,” Yuuji replies, kissing you on head once more. “Come with me. Come with me to Tokyo, to the same Jujutsu school. Teach me everything you know and become stronger with me.”

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allthingsarmin · 3 years

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Hello, can i please request an armin x reader but it’s a modern au where armin is a nerd and the reader is popular, feel free to ignore if you don’t like the idea :)

Thank you for your request, anon! I really hope you like it, and I can always rewrite it if it’s not the way you imagined. Also, sorry it is a little long - I think I got carried away with this prompt haha.

The beginning might be a little angsty, but the ending is cute ^_^

GN!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, mentions of self-doubt, kissing

Word Count: 2,346

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Things change - sometimes for the better - like how Armin finally cut his bob-length hair and now has a handsome undercut that suits his jawline and like how you are finally growing taller since it seemed like forever that Armin was the taller one.

Things change - sometimes for the worse - like how you and Armin used to be so close in grade school, but now in college, your relationship is made up of awkward smiles in the hallways, small waves when passing each other in the library, and unfinished conversations on SnapChat.

Things fade - relationships come to an end, people move on, and that’s just life. Look at you now, from a quiet person to a popular student known for your humorous remarks, angelic facial features, a delightful sense of style, and your beautifully color-coded notes. You capture hearts with your smile, and you never fail to make anyone laugh with your stupidly funny puns and nonsense. To put it simply, Armin is a bit different - well, you could say nerdy. Quiet, polite, and has as much passion for the world as he does intelligence. Always heavily invested in school and studying as you could almost always find his nose in between the pages of a book or study guide. Poor Armin - not known for his sweet personality or his above average intelligence. Definitely not known for his sense of style but always comes to class dressed in a rather dashing blazer and keeps a couple Kleenex tissues in his left pocket. Armin barely has any friends, - if any - but he always makes sure to hold the door open for strangers, smile at teachers when entering the classroom, and send you a “Happy Birthday!” text every year.

Some things don’t fade - like Armin’s feelings for you even after you two grew apart and he was forced to watch you from the sidelines. How could he not be so deeply in love with you? When you two were close, you coddled up with each other and read books about the ocean, learning about sharks and so naively believing in the theory of Atlantis. You stayed over at each other’s houses and studied together as well as comforted each other if one of you didn’t do as well as you expected on a test. You used to braid his long blond locks as he told you stories about his grandfather. During the summers, you would use chalk to draw a picture of you two on the blistering sidewalks outside his house, and he would give you handmade bookmarks as a present. Even though you two have grown apart, he is still in love with you, watching you laugh from far away. The way your eyes squint out of happiness and the sound of your hearty laughter makes his body heat up and his cheeks rosy. The way you sometimes send him “Good luck!” texts for when there’s a big test in a class you both are taking makes him smile with teary eyes since it seems that you have in fact not forgotten about him and his intense anxiety when it comes to test-taking. The way you ran up to Armin and gripped his arm when you unexpectedly saw him in the campus coffee shop that one time sent a euphoric tingle throughout his body that made him forget how to breathe properly. How could he not love you when you were always there for him, when you remembered every personal detail he told you during late-night childhood sleepovers, when you tried your best to make him love himself? Armin wants so badly to tell you how important you are to him, how he wants to protect you from everything bad in the world, how he wants to wrap his arms around you and listen to your heartbeat… you are just so hard to reach. He is a nerd, a loser, and you are so popular, surrounded by endless amounts of friends… he’s sure your contacts are completely full and DMs flooding with people who are interested in you and are a lot better than him. What was the point in even trying?

Luckily for Armin, you feel the same way. To be honest with yourself, your stupid jokes, loud laughter, and wide smiles were really just a cover-up for how deeply sad you are. No matter how many friends you have or instant messages you receive from strangers online, you feel incredibly alone because none of them are him. Popularity doesn't matter to you anymore - you just miss your best friend so terribly. You missed walking on the beach together, splashing each other with the salty waves, making study-flashcards together, and being able to touch his beautiful blond hair whenever you wanted. Armin’s birthday is coming up, and you want to make your move and do something big for him that would let him know how special he is to you. This time, it wouldn’t involve loads of friends or a loud party with that overly social and fake personality of yours.

You text Armin: “Hey Armin! We haven’t talked in awhile, but your birthday is this Saturday, and I would like to meet up with you. Are you free to go to the beach on Saturday? I want to give you a present, and I just want to catch up with you. I miss my friend!”

Armin read the text with relief. Even if he couldn’t have you the way he wanted, he still wanted more than anything to reconnect with his old friend. “It’s good to hear from you, y/n! I have no plans for Saturday, so of course we can meet up… around 7pm if that’s okay. I want to watch the sunset! And I miss you too…”

Saturday:

It is November, which means it’s cold. At the beach in November? Even colder, so you make sure to dress warmly.

It is 6:59pm, and you trudge through the moist sand, the harsh wind bearing itself against your face making the tip of your nose turn a bright pink as you grip your hoodie close to your body. In the distance, you see Armin sitting on the sand, shoes off and wearing a dark green sweatshirt with a black beanie. Sitting next to him was his backpack - of course he was the type to bring his school work with him while you always brought your violently vibrating phone with you everywhere.

You release a tired breath as you sit next to him in the sand, setting the bag of presents down beside you and keeping your cold hands in your hoodie pocket. A big smile is on your face as you ask him: “Aren’t you cold, Armin? Why don’t you have your shoes on?!” Armin laughs as he turns his face toward you. At this point, you can see how red his cheeks really are, and this is really the first time you’ve noticed how handsome he actually is. The softness of his blond eyelashes beautifully contrast with the sharpness of his jawline. His smile is soft, and his deep blue eyes pierce into yours. “Hahaha, I don’t know. I just haven’t been to the beach in a long time…” he trails off. “It’s ‘cuz you’re so popular now that you don’t have time to hang out with me,” he states in a playfully butt-hurt tone though you can sense that he is indeed a little upset about it. The waves hitting the shore fill the awkward silence between you two. “I know,” you softly say, “but I think about you all the time. I miss you, and I hope we can be close friends again,” you confess. Armin feels his heart flutter when you say that you miss him. He wants to tell you he loves you and wants to reassure you that he’d always be there for you, but instead he pats you on the back. “It’s okay! I was just joking,” he awkwardly laughs. “Of course we are friends, and I hope we can be even closer too.”

He glances to your side. “What’s in the bag?” he inquires. “Oh!” you exclaim, seemingly as if you forgot about it. You rush to give him the bag and shove it into his arms. “It’s just some stuff I got you for your birthday.”

He rummages through it, going through the endless amount of tissue paper on the top. He pulls out a light blue sweater first.

“It’s almost winter, so I figured I’d give you something warm. I think this color…” you pause and hesitantly reach up to adjust his beautiful blond bangs, “... would look good on you.”

You both make eye contact for a second and quickly look away from each other. “Haha, it’s beautiful, y/n. Thank you!” You are just about to say ‘no problem’ before he is quickly taking off his green sweatshirt and replacing it with the light blue one, his very toned abs peeking through the plain white t-shirt he had on underneath the sweatshirt. You feel your cheeks grow warm and instantly look away. Armin notices and chuckles to himself. He would honestly never mind if you wanted to look at them or even touch them.

“Now, onto the second one,” you say, trying to change the subject. Armin pulls out two matching, homemade bracelets that feature a seashell on both of them. He looks at them silently and intently.

“I made matching bracelets!” you say proudly. “They’re like friendship bracelets, so we both have to wear them all the time! You aren’t allowed to take it off!” you joke.

“They’re so pretty, y/n,” he whispers as he stares at the shells, a sparkle in his eyes. He immediately puts it on and gently takes your wrist to put yours on.

“There,” he says contently, carefully placing your wrist in your lap.

You two sit silently next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another and watching the waves as the sun casts a dull orange and purple glow across the sky. The sounds of waves crashing against the shore and the squawking birds in the sky cancel out the noises of Armin softly crying.

Once you notice, you quickly snap your head around. “Armin, are you okay?” you ask, extremely worried.

“Thank you for the presents, y/n,” he sniffles. “You have always done stuff like this for me,” Armin continues as he gets flashbacks of you two running across the beach and gawking at beautiful seashells, telling jokes to each other in grade school when it was supposed to be reading time, and making funny drawings of each other. “I’ve never told you thank you - for being there for me and comforting me all those times, and just letting me be myself. It’s been such a long time since we’ve done anything together. I miss making you laugh, and I miss going to the library with you and asking you about your day.”

At this point, you feel like crying too because you feel the exact same. You spent so much of your life wanting to fit in, and you finally became popular but at what cost? You nearly forgot about the most important person to you, the one person that actually cares about you.

“I love you,” Armin suddenly blurts out, a tear running down his face. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine,” he says so quietly that it’s borderline pathetic. You swear your heart stopped when he said that. You feel a burning sensation all along your body as you forget about the cold air hitting your face, and you feel your breathing stop. The uncertainty you felt that kept you awake every night about whether Armin thought of you the same, all the self-doubt, all the guilt about leaving your friend behind, had been erased in an instant.

The silence between you two is unbearably awkward, and with confidence you seemingly pull out of nowhere, you throw yourself onto Armin’s lips, your arms enclosing his broad shoulders, and both of you falling sideways into the wet sand. Armin, at first shocked, passionately kisses back and links onto your soft lips. The tips of your noses are cold, but you both eventually succumb to each other's warmth. You both pull away to catch some breath. Armin gently wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you bury your head in the crook of his neck. Even after all this time, he still smells the same - vanilla and cedarwood. “I love you too,” you softly say. Noticing that you both are practically wallowing in the sand by now, you apologize. “Also, sorry I ruined your new sweatshirt. There’s sand all over it,” you laugh.

“Oh, it’s okay,” he reassures, shyly placing a kiss on your forehead. “Want to watch the sunset with me?” You nod your head enthusiastically, a smile you couldn’t help leave your lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you quitely exclaim.

“What’s wrong?” Armin asks in a concerned tone.

“I forgot I have an essay due at 11:59 tonight.”

Armin busts out laughing - a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing for the rest of your life even though he’s laughing at your poor planning.

“When the sun finally sets, we can go back to my dorm, and I can help you with it if that’s alright with you,” he politely offers.

“Sure!” you happily reply.

You both sit up and face the horizon. The sun was almost gone, and the sky was a heavenly pink color while the sea began to look indigo. Your hands were linked with Armin’s, and for the first time in a long time, you felt warm despite the air getting cooler.

Getting ready to go to Armin’s dorm, he grabs his backpack and his dark green sweatshirt. You get up and check your phone, not at all caring that you have nearly fifty missed text messages and missed calls asking why you didn’t come to the weekly campus party.

You finally have all that you need.

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I really hoped you liked it! Requests are open ~ I have another request that will be posted soon.

#armin arlert #armin x reader #aot x reader

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91percentpynch · 3 years

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the cut that always bleeds - kevaaron au pt 3

kejerejean stans? this one is for you. no seriously this one is out of jean‘s point of view? cuz honestly i love that hoe so much. as always get your tissues ready guys. this is actually kinda long? and a mess? and no one beta read it so if there are mistakes or it doesn‘t make sense i‘m sorry!! this is not that sad? tw: mention of murder, mention of physically hurting someone, mention of stabbing, mention of the nest, mention of trauma

check this out to find the other parts:)

Jean has always been a light sleeper. He had to be in order to survive the horrors of Evermore.

So naturally the sobs - as silent as they might have been - woke him up. His eyes opened at once, he sat straight up. Almost automatically he got to his feet and left the room to get to Kevin.

After all, comforting Kevin was like breathing to him.

Jeremy followed Jean, because he would always follow Jean. Jeremy was like a moth and Jean was the light. Wherever he went Jer would follow.

So they went to Kevin‘s room. The striker laid in his bed, curled up, phone in his hand, uncontrollable sobs escaping his mouth.

„I see you took the call this time“, Jean said, surprisingly gentle.

„I wanted to end it. I wanted to have a clear cut. So tell me, why does the cut still bleed?“, Kevin whispered, his voice barely audible.

„Because it‘s a cut that always bleeds“, Jeremy told Kevin as he came closer, carefully and ever so gentle placing his hands on the other boy‘s back.

„He said he wants me to come back to him“, Kevin whispered while holding onto himself as if to try to stop himself from falling apart. „He told me he misses me. That he only gets high when he misses me“

It was quiet in the dark room, shadows were dancing, just as Aaron and Kevin used to dance in the dead of night underneath the night sky.

„You did the right thing Kev“, Jean replied in French while he got into the Bed behind Kevin. Just like they used to do in the Nest.

When Kevin was in his arms he began to hum a French lullaby into his ear.

Jeremy joined them after a second of admiring his beautiful boyfriend and the broken boy in his arms.

„Dude, do you want something? Hot coca? A special Knoxian hug? Us to get Andrew to gut that bastard? Wait, hold on. I forgot. Twin brother. Well, I can gut him for you? Andrew and this is a word by word quote told be once ‚You‘re like a little unicorn in a world full of wolfs with razor sharp teeths, learn to gut the wolfs, stay safe‘, so he taught me how to stab someone? Yeah okay that is not the topic right now, I can still gut Aaron though. I mean Andrew would try to hurt me, but then again I‘m his best friend so he does not have the rights to gut me, right?“, Jeremy offered him a toothy grin, while his hand wandred to his neck rubbing it nervously.

„Can you please not gut him? First of all: Andrew already tried to choke me once when Josten was in danger and I told them where he was, cause apparently yOu DoN‘t KeEp ThOsE tHiNgS tO yOuRsElF yOu FuCkInG mOrOn. I think you do keep those things to yourself if the other option is to get fucking murdered by the mafia??? But what do I know, am I right? After all I‘m just a narcistic, Exy-obsessed asshole without a personality. Bonus I have anxiety, panic attacks, probably depression and I‘m unlovable“, Kevin mumbled into his pillow, the voices of the other foxes, of the other teams inside of his head.

„Did they tell you that?“, Jeremy asked, not quite able to hide the sadness and pain in his voice.

„Doesn‘t eveyone think that?“, Kevin asked. „I mean I think they tend to forget that the woman who gave birth to me, the last woman who geniuely loved me besides maybe Abby, invented the job. I think they tend to forget that the fucking mafia killed her when they found out I‘m not theirs by nature, so the only solution was apparently fucking murder. Then they kidnapped me, brainwashed and tortured me to the point where all I knew was Exy. Oh and maybe they also tend to forget that Ravens were only ever allowed to do Exy, if you were privilegded enough sleep, and do more Exy“

„Kevin you are so much more than that“, Jean whispered into Kevin‘s ear while pressing him against his chest. Just as they used to do in the Nest. „I might be mad at you, because you left me alone with those psychopaths. I used to think you didn‘t care about me. But you were just like me, okay with less scars and less you know. However I cannot say I wouldn‘t have done the same. I understand you now, Kevin. And please, please stop saying those things. And now let us cuddle you and let Jer go through his ridiculous post break-up list. We‘re gonna cuddle you and all you have to do is trying to fall asleep. Used to help me when I was alone at USC. Could only sleep properly when someone held me. Well, Jeremy. Tomorrow we‘ll shove unhealthy food down your throat and watch Downton Abbey or whatever those historcial dramas you love so much are called. While stroking your hand or whatever you‘re into big boy. Afterwards we‘ll take the dogs out and force you to watch the fucking sunset. And I‘ll hold your fucking hand“

Kevin supposed the middle of the night was the time of long lost truths. „Okay“, he mumbled while he moved closer to Jean. Replacing his smell with Jean‘s. It took him a while to fall asleep but he managed.

At the same time Jeremy said „Mi amor, I love you, I really do, but that was literally the most romantic thing you said in the past two years? That is way more romantic than ANY date you ever planned for me? Rude? The audacity?“

„Moi soleil, you don‘t have the ‚cult kidnapped me and tortured me‘ card you can pull, you get the bonus treatmeant of any other people. Besides I literally have matching tattoos with you? I drew you like multiply times? I wrote like a dozen poems and at LEAST one short story? I wrote you a fucking lullaby? You have no right to complain right now, or you‘ll loose your kissing privileges and I give them to Kevin“

„Eww gross“, Kevin mumbled.

„I don‘t remeber you saying that back in the Nest“, Jean replied, poking his cheek.

Kevin didn‘t have the energy to answer. It was a long day. Sleep could have him for the day. Death’s little sister might claim him for the night.

This night he dreamed about Aaron. Strong arms around his waist. Golden eyes locking with smaragd ones. They were on some lonely beach, kissing lazily while the water kissed their feet. It was a beautiful day. Not as beautiful as Aaron, but then again nothing would ever be as beautiful as this specific piece of art. Everything was alright. Everything was good. Why couldn‘t it be the real Aaron and the real Kevin on that beach.

At about noon Kevin woke up to a drooling Jeremy on his stomach and the smell of waffles and soft French swearing in the kitchen. Softly Kevin woke Jeremy up.

„Sorry I always end up on weird angles and drooling on random guys. Jean used to get so mad when I fell asleep in his lap. But you can‘t take him serious when he looks with you with heart eyes trying to be Mad, can you? Anyways we should probably go to him and help him? Oh wait hold on a hot second there. I‘m banned from the kitche, so we can sleep? Right? Right?“

„I hate to break this to you Jer, but it‘s noon. So, no we cannot sleep. You can choose my clothes, though. I know you love going through my stuff and playing dress the doll, Kevin Day edition“, Kevin almost smiled at Jeremy, when he looked up at him pouting.

Then he remembered another blonde boy, pouting at him when he told him no. Another constellation of freckles around another, straight, perfect nose. Sinful lips softly turned up, trying to look mad. Hazel eyes instead of ocean blue ones. Messy blonde curles, instead of soft badly dyed ginger ones. Strong arms instead of lean ones covered in flower tattoos. God, Kevin missed his Aaron.

No, not his. Not anymore

„Okay, but you have to wear to fab outfit I‘ll throw in your face“, Jeremy gave him another easy, toothy grin.

Slowly the other boy got out of bed and went over to the cabet. Slowly Jer went through Kevin‘s cloths. After a while he slowly turned around, holding a jersey that is obviously by far too small for Kevin in front of his face. „What is that? Why do you still have his jersey? Babe, you gotta get rid of that, rather sooner than later“

Jeremy had the weird habit of calling his friends babe, baby, dude or bro. Before Jean he called his boyfriends bro or dude as well, but Jean was so confused by it he quickly stopped doing it.

„First of all: I‘m a weak ass bitch, it smelled of it. And secondly maybe I wanna stab it once I‘m over the phase where I‘m like madly missing him?. I‘d just put it into a pillow, stab at it like a maniac and then set it on fire. I didn‘t grow up with a psychopath as my supposed best friend for nothing Jer“

„Okay? Well I got your clothes. And you‘ll look amazing, cause it‘s the FOX ONSIE I GOT YOU!!! I‘ll wear my onsie as well, and I‘ll force Jean to wear his one as well!! Much fun!! Much wholesome!!“

So that‘s how Kevin Day, queen of Exy, landed sandwiched between his childhood crush and long life crush on their couch, watching Downton Abbey with a plate of waffles on his lap. This was nice. He might had actually enjoyed it, if this wasn‘t his and Aaron‘s show. They used to watch it, cry over it together, make out while watching it.

Thank God didn‘t actually touch him while watching Downton Abbey, he was good at daydreaming. Kevin would just had preteneded that it was Aaron and he thought him breathing Aaron‘s name was the last thing any of them needed today.

After their Downton Abbey marathon they ordered pizza, against Kevin‘s better judgement. Another traditon Kevin shared with Aaron. At finals Aaron would often forget to eat and Kevin was too big of a mess to be bothered to cook so he would end up ordering something every single day and feeding it Aaron while he studied on the floor. Occasionally he would earn a soft kiss, growing hungrier when the night grew darker. God Kevin missed the soft lips on his own.

Kevin would have enjoyed the beach, wouldn‘t he be dressed in a fox onsie, holding hands with a 6“5 guy who looked like he both could and would kill you in a unicorn onsie holding two tiny dogs in his other hand and with a 5“4 dude in a matching unicorn onsie with two dogs that were almost bigger than him.

At least this didn‘t remind him on Aaron.

Well, actually. The way the ocean softly kissed the sand, reminded him of his dream. And of the endless trips to the beach, sleeping in the car, Aaron on top of him. Lazy kisses and warm hugs. It was the first place Aaron took Kevin after their rehab. It was the first night they spent together, as sober men. Well, not sober per se. But drunk and high on each others love. It might had been the most painful memory of the day. God he missed those strong arms around his waist.

Nontheless the pain got less, he felt almost numb. Kevin liked feeling numb. Nothing hurt when you feel numb.

The sunset was beautiful. It reminded him of golden hairs, freckles standing against golden skin, soft lips at his ears, his neck, the corner of his lips.

„Aaron you‘re supposed to look at the sunset, you shithead“, Kevin used to smile down at him. „But I‘m already looking at the most beautfiul thing this world has to offer“, Aaron replied smoothly, locking eyes with Kevin.

When the moon took the place of his long lost lover they decided to go back.

It was safe to say that no one dared to think that someone would wait for them there. Especially not the one person they tried to avoid by all means the entire day.

„You said to stop calling. Never mentioned face to face conversations“, a husky voice said. And Kevin‘s world stopped.

#all for the game #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king’s men #kevin day #aaron minyard #kevaaron #ship: kevaaron

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love-the-purple-cat · 3 years

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Oh don't you dare look back, just keep your eyes on me - Chapter 1 Part 8

The following morning he is woken up by knocking on his bedroom door.

“Come in?” It comes out as more of a question than an order. His father never knocks, Yuzu knocks thrice softly, and Karin just yells.

His answer appears in the form of one... Cherī. He seriously didn’t know her surname? How?

“Mornin',” She says, padding into his room. “Scoot over.”

“Why?” He asks, already doing what she said.

“’Cuz,” She plops onto his mattress, trying hard not to let her face touch his pillowcase. “Ah woke up early ta' get ‘ere.”

“Why?” He covers the lower portion of her body with his blanket, making sure that not a centimetre of skin could be seen.

“Get ready an' Ah'll tell ya.” She stretches like a cat, eyes already closed for a short nap.

He huffs but leaves for the bathroom, stopping to tell his father that a friend was in his room. He didn’t want her getting hurt just because of his norm.

Twenty minutes later, Ichigo returns to find that Cherī had covered her entire body and was sleeping with her head angled so that his sheets wouldn’t get dirtied by her makeup. She was also wearing a beanie, stuffed full with her hair. He almost feels bad waking her up.

Almost.

“Wake up, Cherī.” He shakes her shoulder and she groans, swatting and kicking.

“’n‘min’t.” She mumbles.

“We have school, and this is my bed.”

She cracks one eye open. She wasn’t wearing her contacts today. They were a blue so light it reminded him of ice.

“Our bed.” She says in a tone meant to be a correction.

Ichigo blinks. “No.” He tugs the blanket free from her grasp. “Come one, Yuzu made an extra plate of breakfast for you.”

“Ugh, fiiiine.” She finally stumbles out of bed.

The two make their way downstairs, bookbags in hand and hats on heads. His dad is overdramatic as always and starts bawling at his mother's poster. Cherī shoots Isshin curious and nervous looks. Yuzu and Karin are polite in their own way.

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They're two blocks away from his home when Cherī says, “Hey, Ichi. Look.” When he gives her his undivided attention, she takes off the beanie. His jaw drops as she runs her finger through her dyed hair. “Sweet, right? It's Love Letter.” Her eyes are sparkling in the morning light, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

Ichigo says nothing, just blinks. It takes a few moments longer for his mouth to start working and ask, “Why?”

She shrugs, “Ah’ve told ya, haven't Ah? Ah've been thinkin’ of dyein' ma' hair fer a while now. Now seems like a good time.” She aims to bump their shoulders but given the fact she's 5’1” with heels and he's 5’9”, she ends up bumping his shoulder with her head and shoulder checking his arm. “It just happens for me ta' dye ma' hair da same day we dyed yers. An' Ah'm sad ta’ say that any attention ya get at school, yer gonna havta share.” She says this in a mockingly sympathetic tone.

He snorts, eyes still not leaving her hair. He reaches out a hand and tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. She has a small black heart earring.

“We'll be making quite the impression when we get there.” He says, taking off his own hat and running his fingers through the blue locks.

“Damn rite we will.” She growls. “An' we're gonna own it.”

Ichigo laughs at that.

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They certainty made heads turn when they pass the gate. He pays them little mind, too busy listening to Cherī explain how there was no way Jonathan Harker wasn’t at least a little interested in Dracula. She also went on to explain that Henry Jekyll definitely had a crush on his friend Gabriel John Utterson, and that crush was transferred to Mr. Hyde. She then praised the amazing pun of, "If he be Mr. Hyde, I shall be Mr. Seek." Which is an amazing pun.

Before he knows it, they have reached his classroom. He sits on his chair and Cherī sits on his desk, bending and laying her right leg on the surface, not at all bothered by her skirt.

“Ichigo!” Keigo loudly greets, throwing himself at the teen.

Ichigo allows himself to be tackled. That is enough for the brunette to jump back in surprise. His eyes then fall on Cherī who is looking at them curiously.

“Ichigo,” Tatsuki says, eyeing his hair. “You’ve changed your hair.”

He shrugs, a touch amused by their surprise. “Decided that it was time for me to change it. She,” He juts a thumb at the girl sitting on his desk, “Helped.”

The ravenette eyes Cherī, suspicion clear in her eyes. “Arisawa Tatsuki.”

“Akao Cherī.” She chirps back. So that’s her surname.

“So, what brings you here, Cherī?” Tatsuki asks.

“Please call me Akao.” The girl retorts. “I’m explaining to Ichigo the homoerotic undertones in Frankenstein, and how Victor was the reason his whole life burned down. Not because of the creature he created, but because he was too scared to own up to it. The moment it was given life, Victor fled his laboratory, naïvely thinking that it would leave him be, and afterwards started blaming it for the misfortune that struck his life when he himself was to blame.”

There she goes speaking understandably. But she did make a good argument on Frankenstein.

Tatsuki blinks, turning to face him with a questioning gaze.

Ichigo straightens and says, “But how was he to know what was going to happen? Victor didn’t expect for the creature to murder.”

“Yes, but he never actually does anything about it. He only moans and whines about the misfortune. When Justine is accused of murder, instead of making up a believable lie about how he had unintentionally made an enemy who had sworn to kill his family or something like that to save Justine, he just says she's innocence and fucks off. He never takes responsibly for his actions, preferring to blame the creature he had created out of the desire to show that breathing life into a corpse was possible.”

He nods, “True.”

“Well, time for me ta' go.” She jumps off his desk, bypassing his friends and desks for the door. “See ya at lunch, Ichi.” She calls, waving goodbye.

“See you later.” He calls back.

The moment she is out of sight, Keigo turns to him with a wail. “Ichigo! How could you!? You've been keeping a babe like her to yourself only!”

Ichigo glares, “Don’t you dare talk about Cherī like that!” He growls, more venom in his voice than intended. Keigo immediately stops at that, looking a touch scared. Ichigo sighs, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.”

“You’re awfully protective of her.” Tatsuki states.

“Well, yeah.” Because how could he not be?

“How long have you known her? I haven’t seen her around before.”

The now bluenette leans back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling in thought. “Nearly two months.”

“Two months? And we're only learning about her now?” Her brows are nearly touching her hairline.

He shrugs, “She’s in a different class.”

Tatsuki purses her lips but doesn’t say anything.

#bleach #bleach au #kurosaki ichigo #akao cherī #cherī akao #ichigo kurosaki #The Past is Never Dead AU #Protector and Cherry AU

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kucka-g · 4 years

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Beetledad thing

I have never written anything in my life but got so inspired by @colanom 's beetledad Frank 'Rigel' Shaggoth that i had to put this down into words.

It's a platonic reader insert

TW: mild angst

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Beetlejuice was curently laying on his bed, playing with the rubix cube you had given him. You, for the lack of something better to do, were looking around all the different things Beej keept in his room.

There were all sorts of stuff: things that you had gifted to him, random junk that he had found outside, containers filled with bugs and some of his possesions from the netherworld.

One item in particular seemed to peak your intrest. It was a book, that you never noticed before. It looked kinda ancient. It had a dark brown leather cover with some indecipherable runes on it. You picked it up.

"Yo, BJ! What's that?"The demon look up lazily in your direction and explained "That ol' thing? I don't know, realy. Stole it from my mom's office once. Couldn't read it tho cuz it's mostly written in some weird language." with that he went back to solving the rubix cube. "You can have it if you want." he added. You immediately got excited after hearing this. He knew how much you liked all that cryptic, unsolvable mystery stuff."Realy? Thanks".

And that's how you spent the next few days thoroughly analizing the book, page by page. Just like Beetlejuice said, you couldn't understand most of what was written but you didn't need to understand to stay interested in it.

You were sitting comfortably on you living room couch. Book in hand, you finnished studying another page. You took one last glance at it until you decided it was time for the next one. You went to flip the page. But... what was that? This page felt heavier than all the previous ones. Not only that, it also seemed to be thicker. You pulled the book closer to your face to further examine this page.

And, in fact, this wasn't a regular page. It were two pages, but glued together. Jackpot! And here you thought the book couldn't get anymore interesting. Your mind flooded with questions. Why are the pages glued together? Who glued them shut? But most importantly :What was hidden between them? Well, you were just about to find out.

You picked the spot in witch the glue was the weakest. Then slowly and carefully pulled the pages aparat as to not demage either one of them. The moment you parted the pages a piece of paper fell out of the hidden space and landed at your feet. You put the book down on the coffee table, the piece of paper now catching all your attention. You stood up from the sofa and picked up the paper that turned out to be a photo.

The photo showed a mam holding a baby. At first glance you'd say the man was Beetlejuice, but the longer you looked at him the more differences you noticed. For starters, he was notably slimer. His hair was longer, it was green, just like BJ's, but he had some gray roots poking out from behind his ears, the green was also slightly fading into pink at the tips. His nose and ears were longer and rather sharp, opposed to Beej's rounder facial features. He was wearing a black suit covered in thin white stripes with a blood-red dress shirt. In addition to that his pupils were cross-shaped and his lips formed a genuine wholesome smile. There was no denying this man resembled Beetlejuice a lot. Could he be a relative? Perhaps even his runaway father.

That was enough pondering about the man, so you turned your gaze to the baby. A typical baby-shaped baby. It was wearing a striped onesie. On it's head was a wild bush of green locks. With it's tiny grabby hands it was holding onto the man's fingers and smiling up at him.

If this man realy was BJ's relative, that must mean the baby was the Beetleman himself. You couldn't help the smirk that crept onto your lips at the adorable image of your best friend as a baby. You looked at the photo in all it's glory for a short while longer. You just had to show this to BJ.

As if on cue, a dirty head peeked over your shoulder. "Whatcha got there, Babes?" he questioned. You handed him the photo so he could get a better look. Almost immediately his face flushed in disbelief. He pulled it away from himself before pulling it closer to his face as if to make sure he was seeing this right. And he just continued staring at it without saying a word or even making a sound.

You decided to leave him to it for now and turned your atention back to the book, that was still open on the previously glued together pages. You scanned the contents of pages, mindlessly mumbling underneath your breath as you read.

"Rigel... Rigel... Rigel..."

As the last word left your mouth and the air around you suddenly became heavy, your brain connected the dots and you quickly realized what you had just done. " Oh shit" was all you said before both you and Beej focused on the dark mist that was forming in front of you.

Out of the mist emerged a man, not just any man, the man from the photo. The mist started fading as he fell to his hands and knees. He looked exhausted, he was breathing heavily, gasping for air and coughing occasionally. All the while you and Beetlejuice were frozen in place, neither of you daring to avert your eyes from him.

His breaths finally started to get steady and he looked up, franticly looking around the room. Then his gaze landed on Beetlejuice. The man stared at him for a moment before his expresion perked up in recognition. " L-Lawrence?" the man spoke softly , his voice hoarse. He must have not used it for quite a while.

At the mention of your friends first name you turned to him, looking at him for the first time since the strange man arrived. All you could see in his face was shock and confusion. His hair kept shifting between various shades of purple, blue and yellow. "Dad..." that was all BJ could muster out of his mouth.

"Son... Oh god. I-i thought i'd never see you again" the man continued, with a tone that sounded both sad and relieved, as he stood up and took a step closer. Beej sterted backing up at that." N-No. You... you left us, you were g-gone for decades" He mumbled, more to himself than to his father.

His father was taken aback by this. A frown now apearing on his face. " I never meant to leave you. Please, just let me explain" he pleaded.

Beetlejuice clutched his head with his hands, slightly pulling at his colorful hair "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no" he just kept repeating. He was clearly overwhelmed by the entire situation. You wanted to reach out for his arm to try to calm him down but before you could do anything he was already dashing up the stairs. With that you just stood there switching your gaze between the staircase and Rigel while deciding what you should do next.

"Uhm... Excuse me for a minute" you told the demon and rushed up the stairs. You needed to check up on your friend. Just like you assumed Beetlejuice had gone to his room. He was sitting next to the bed, head still in hands, he was trying to calm down. You slowly made your way towards him. You gently put your hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay, Bug?" you asked. He took a deep breath and then answered "I'll be f-fine... I... wanna be alone right now". You wanted to be there for him but you knew that he just needed some space sometimes. "Alright. Come downstairs whenever you're ready" you offered him a soft smile before leaving his room. You made your way back downstairs.

Rigel was still standing in the same spot he did before, now awkwardly looking at the floor and fiddling around with his fingers. His hair turned mostly purple. He is a demon, he is definitely dangerous, but he didn't seem to have any ill intentions. You weren't sure what to think of him yet, you decided to treat him with hospitality for now. He looked up at you as you approached him.

"Please, take a seat" you offered, motioning to the armchair that stood beside him. With a sigh, he sat down. "Can i get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Water?" this came out sounding kinda robotic as you couldn't decide on what tone to pick up. Nonetheless he took you up on the offer. "I guess i'd appreciate a cup of tea" you gave a quick nod and disappeared into the kitchen

You decided to make a cup for yourself aswell. Making the tea gave you a chance to calm down a little and collect your thoughts.

Rigel didn't seem like a bad person, but you know that looks can be deceiving. You shouldn't let your guard down. Before you knew it the tea was ready.

As you reentered the living room, tea in hand, you saw that Rigel was preoccupied with the photo of him and Babyjuice. The purple in his hair retreating. He was looking at it with a soft expresion, probably reminiscing the time in which said photo was taken. You set one of the teacups down on the coffee table in front of him. He thanked you quietly as you took a seat on the couch. The both of you just sat there and sipped tea for a few minutes in a somewhat awkward silence.

"So..." you started. "You are BJ's father?" the answer to that was obvious by now but you had no idea what else to ask. He just noded at this "please, you can call me Frank" he said while offering you a handshake. "Nice meeting you Frank. I'm (Y/N)" you shook his hand. Now it was his turn to ask a question. "How do you know Lawrence?" You looked down at your cup, recalling your first encounter with your supernatural friend. A small smile wandered onto your face " I met him around a year ago. He was suposed to hount my house but we quickly grew fond of one another. And eventually we become roommates." Frank smiled at your little story aswell. "that's nice" he commented.

The two of you continued your small talk. And by small talk you mean him asking you questions about Beetlejuice and you answering them to your best ability.

It didn't take long for all the doubts that you had about Frank to dissolve into thin air. There was no way this man had purposefully abandoned his family. You were sure of it. This meant Juno must have not told BJ the truth about his father. What a surprise. You've never met this woman but you truly hated her like the plague. Beetlejuice had told you about various things his mother has said or done to him. You get that she's a literal demon but, sheesh, that doesn't excuse her for being a toltal bi*ch.

Frank eventualy ran out of questions and you slipped into a more comfortable silence than before. The silence was only interrupted by the long awaited sound of footsteps going down the stairs. Both you and Frank turned towards Beetlejuice. His hair was a dark brownish-green, a dead serious expression on his face. You have seen him be serious before but he has never looked THAT serious. His gaze was fixated on Frank. He made his way to the couch and sat down next to you. You took this as your cue to leave the room and give the pair of demons some privacy but before you could do anything Beej gently placed his hand on your forearm. He looked at you with pleading eyes, wordlessly telling you to stay. You didn't questions it and just gave him a firm nod. You simultaneuosly looked at Frank.

"Well..." BJ started "Explain yourself".

Frank took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts.

He explained everything. How he met Juno. How they(or just him actualy) fell in love. How they got married and had Lawrence. And finally, how she betrayed him. Throughout the entire recap Beej was intensely focused on his father, as to not miss a single word that escaped his mouth.

"... and with that she sent me back to were i came from, to spend the rest of eternity in solitude. I definitely had a lot of time to think and i realised many things that i should have realised sooner. Juno never loved me, she was only using me for her own gain. I knew she would try to use you aswell and the thought of that was devastating. My biggest fear was that you might grow up to become just like her... I'm glad to see that you're doing fine" and just like that he ended his explanation, now awaiting BJ's reaction.

Beetlejuice turned his gaze towards the floor, still procesing all the newfound information. After a moment he sighed and stood up. Still holding a serious face, he slowly made his way towards his father, causing Frank to stand up aswell. Beej stopped right in front of him for a second and looked up into his eyes. The tention of the moment was quickly dissolved when Beetlejuice wraped his arms around the other demon in a tight embrace. His hair has turned into a parade of greens and pinks with a few blue steaks inbetween. It took Frank a moment to register what was happening but soon he gladly copied his son's action. Beetlejuice burried his head into Franks chest as he started sobbing. Between his sobs he menaged to muster out "I've missed you, dad" Now it was Frank's turn to brake out into sobs "I've missed you too, my little imp".

They both continued to cry as they hugged.

You quitly slipped out of the room, careful not to disturb the tender moment that had just played out before your eyes. You gave them one last glance, smiling at the wholesomeness, before leaving to your room, in order to give the pair some much deserved father-son time.

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wildnya · 4 years

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Chapter 3: Protection is Unnecessary

Everyone was on edge. Those who normally wouldn’t be disturbed by the sound of a dropped pen were. Those who rarely made mistakes started making them more often. The work pace slowed down, but only by a small percentage. The reason behind this? For the first time since he’d become the boss, Dazai Osamu, a man known for trying to get out of work, ripping off people who didn’t know better, and a sly trickster all around, was actually working. He stayed at his desk, didn’t complain, never tried to sneak away, took everything seriously, and even occasionally did overtime. It set everyone off their groove. Many times it looked like Ango and Kunikida were about to cry seeing the boss diligently working without a peep. Depending on how today's event played out, however, would decide if this would stay the norm for another week.

Dazai bounced back and forth on his heels, barely keeping his nerves under control. “Stand still, you’re starting to make me anxious, and I’m only here to babysit you!” Chuuya elbowed him in the ribs. Dazai not answering unsettled everyone in the group more than his bounciness. The silver tongued boss not retorting back to his partner? No one would believe it unless they witnessed it themselves! “A-are you sure it’s her?” Dazai asked his mentee, taking out his phone to check his hair for the eighth time since they’d been waiting. Akutagawa coughed, “I’ve only heard of one person that styles their hair in such a fashion, and based on Chuuya-san’s description, I’d be very surprised if it wasn’t-” his sentence was cut off by a young girl with cat ears and tail jumping and latching onto his face with a hug, legs wrapped around his torso, arms around his head, and face in her chest.

“Hello, Clover.” her tail curled at his muffled greeting. She pulled back to give the bridge of his nose a gentle bite as he lowered her to the ground. Noticing Gin and Higuchi, she hurried to give them a hug, both bending down so they could rub their nose with her’s. “Why are you always so precious, Clover-chan?” Higuchi rubbed her cheek against the smaller’s head “you’re too pure for this world!” the girl didn’t answer, continuing to smile while Higuchi fussed over her. Pulling away from the hug, she finally noticed Dazai and Chuuya, instantly hiding behind Akutagawa.

The two mafiosos mentally clutched their hearts as she shyly peeked at them, already agreeing with Higuchi. “Boss, Chuuya-san, this is Clover, my girlfriend.” Akutagawa introduced them, setting a hand on her head, a rare smile on his face. Clover was small, barely reaching Chuuya’s shoulders, hair as white as a cloud, coming down to the middle of her back and styled in a way that it covered her left eye. Her visible right eye was a shining dark blue, similar to a sapphire. She wore an oversized pastel pink sweater decorated with blue and purple polka dots. Before Akutagawa could introduce his superiors in return, the loud noise of an air horn sounded behind him and Clover. The small girl let a sound mixed before a yelp and a cat yowl, jumping into her boyfriend's arms and the laughter was music to Dazai’s ears that came from behind the two. His beautiful belladonna had an air horn in her hand while the other was wrapped around her sides. “No regrets!” she squealed, dodging Rashomons’ nipping jaws. Once Clover had her grip pried off of Akutagawa, he glowered at the still snickering college student.

Dazai was quick to kneel down and take her hand in his, all nervousness evaporating. “Your laugh is the most beautiful music to ever bless my ears,” he turned up his charm to it's max. “I would play it on repeat for eternity if I could. Your hair is more beautiful than all the sunsets I’ve ever witnessed, and your eyes, your oh so beautiful eyes, they’re like the cloudy skies on early winter mornings, such a lovely shade of grey. I wouldn’t mind waking up to gloomy skies such as those every day for the rest of my life if it meant I could see your eyes, for they would chase away any sad times that would come my way with their excellence. I never thought such a beauty could exist in this harsh world. My dear, would you do me the honor of committing a double suicide with me?” his words were met by silence. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK-” was on repeat the moment Dazai realized what he’d just proposed. It was out of habit from all the other times he’d flirted to ask for a lovers suicide. He could feel the stares of his companions on his back, imagining the looks of horror they had.

It seemed like an eternity, though it actually being a few seconds, before his belladonna gave him a reaction he’d never received before. She reached out, cupping his right cheek in her hands, thumb gently creasing it. “Are you okay?” her voice and eyes had no traces of disgust or anger, they were filled purely with concern and a gentleness he’d never felt before. She slowly tilted her head as she continued, “you look a bit tired, in more ways than one. I can help you home if you’d like, I know how to make many comforting drinks and foods too. I don’t mind making them for you.” Dazai blinked, unsure how to answer. His brain whirled into action, trying to decide what the best plan of action was. “I was only jesting, my dear!” deciding to play it off as a joke, he let out a cheery laugh “I wouldn’t dream of robbing the world of a goddess such as yourself!” she stared at him for a few more seconds before smiling and letting out a laugh as cheerful as his “you’re into morbid jokes I see! Not my cup of tea but as long as you're not serious then I’ll let it pass!” Dazai heard sighs of relief behind him.

“Aaaaaannnnnywaaaaay!” pulling her hands away, she clapped them together “we’ve got some dress shopping to do, right? My darling little sister gets to attend her first formal event, we mustn’t dilly dally! I doubt I’ll have time to join again if we don’t find anything for these lovebirds, so let us be off!” hooking her arm with Higuchi’s, she pulled her towards a crepe stand “but first, food! I didn’t eat breakfast cuz I overslept, and it’ll be awhile until lunch time! Plus you still owe me, Higuchi!” Higuchi groaned at her words “I was hoping you wouldn’t remember now of all times.” “Um, Boss?” Gin’s soft voice snapped Dazai out of his mind “are you okay?” Dazai straightened up, fixing his suit and adjusting his coat “y-yeah, just a bit surprised.” he gave a shaky laugh. Akutagawa signaled Clover and Gin to join the other two for a minute.

Once they were out of ear shot, he turned to his superiors “is that him?” Dazai turned to look his subordinate in the eyes “Akutagawa Ryunosuke, you did well.” his praise was met with an awkward cough “th-thank you, Boss, but I believe you’ve missed something crucial.” “oh? And what might that be?” Akutagawa coughed again, looking uncomfortable as he said “that was Robin, Clover’s older brother.” his words were met with silence. “...eh/ha?” were Dazai and Chuuya’s replies. “Robin is a man, he has a natural feminine look.” Dazai was silent. His subordinates waited uncomfortably for his reaction.

“... Does he ever wear dresses?” “... what?” “does he ever wear dresses?” Dazai repeated himself “I need to know so I know what I should look for him to wear!” Both men looked taken back, obviously not expecting this reaction. “Actually, I’ll just ask him myself,” Dazai started making his way to crepe stand “it’ll be an excellent way to start a conversation with him!” “B-boss, do you swing that way?” Chuuya asked following him, Akutagawa close behind. “I mean, I’ve had one night stands with both,” Dazai admitted, tapping his chin “but I never gave it much thought. That doesn’t matter anyway, I vowed that his last name would become Dazai, and I intend to keep that vow!” in a lower voice, he added “plus on the bright side, we don’t have to use protection~” Gin choked on her treat, being an assassin meant you had very good hearing, which is both a blessing and a curse.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #The Feral Broke and The Boss #bsd dazai #bsd akutagawa #bsd oc Clover #bsd higuchi #bsd gin #bsd chuuya #wink wink #mafia boss dazai #dirty minded dazai strikes again #bsd oc Robin

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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Everything, Beautiful

The Hunger Games

Cato x plus size! female reader

Warning: bullying, curse words

Specifics: plus size reader, fluff, romance, angst, comedy, self conscious reader, race neutral reader, one-shot, pics

People: cato, katniss, peeta, your mother and father, bullies

Words: 1,820

Requested: By @fyeahtaylorp (wont let me tag) Hi I love your writing I was wondering if I could have a plus size reader and Cato imagine? Maybe where he wins with Katniss and peeta and they meet on the victory tour in districts 12 or something like that?

Authors Note: this is my first time writing for hg and of course for this character. im a fan of alaexander ludwig especially in vikings cuz u know he daddy he a bear and he thicc. so this is when he a fetus so i hope u all enjoy and dont worry my darlings im trying to go as fast as i can with ur requests 💖💖💖

(not my gif! do not own!)

This was the day that the victors of the 74th hunger games were visiting your district. You have heard throughout town that the victory tour has gotten some people in trouble, hurt, or worse killed. You were not as excited as everyone else was, or how everyone else seemed. You hated the Capitol and everything they did to these poor kids.

As you walked home from being at The Hob you stumbled across a group of kids, your age, that stared at you strangely. You noticed they started to cover their mouths to try to stifle their giggles, but you heard them. You knew why they were laughing. Unfortunately, you came out not being the skinniest of the family. You had curves and a little weight on you. Some things budged out or jiggled and that was not known in a place where everyone starved. You were also starving but your body was just made this way. People would always make fun of you, suggesting that you ate all District 12 foods, or maybe that you ate the Capitol as well. It always made you feel self conscious.

You tried to walk past the group of bullies, holding onto your items, you clutched them to your chest, trying to not take notice of their laughter at you.

“Its okay y/n. Lets just go home.” You comforted yourself as you finally passed them. Your shoulders relaxed as you felt the uneasiness wash away.

Finally, you arrived at your house. Feeling exhausted from that long journey, you plump down on the sofa. Your father was there, reading. As you were about to take a look at the material he was reading your mother yelled for you.

“Y/N!”

“Coming!” As you walk in the room your mother places a light blue dress on your bed.

“Mom what are you doing?” Her face lights up seeing you. She places her hands on your cheeks. “Sweetheart, remember today is when the victors come to our District?”

You roll your eyes and fall on your bed, “mom seriously! This is not even the reaping, why do I have to wear this dress?”

Your mom gasps and hits your leg lightly, “young lady you will not think over my judgment. I want you looking nice today, show the Capitol that we too can have nice things.”

“Oh brother,” you groan, placing your pillow on your face.

Your mother sits beside you and gently lifts the pillow, “Love, just please this one time, wear this dress for me.”

You thought about it for a moment, “fine!”

Your mother stood up excitedly and put the dress in your hands. “I can’t wait to see what it looks like on you!”

“Mom, okay I got this,” you gave your mother an annoyed look as she pushed you to walk faster to the gathering. You felt so...ugly. You didn’t want to make your mother feel bad by telling her you disliked the dress. For once all that you wanted to wear was like Katniss’s. She had the perfect body and the perfect face for all those expensive dresses.

As you walked by the town people would get a look at you and laugh. They’d chuckle under their breath. You look down to the dirt, not wanting to look into their eyes. Every one was so critical.

You all arrived and of course, your mother being your mother wanted to stand in the front. “Mom please can we not!”

She grabbed your arm sternly, “missy you should be happy that we get to sit so close. These are our victors. Show some respect.”

You rolled your eyes, “mom, you and I both know all you just want to do is be on camera.” Your mother did not answer and stood there waiting for it to start.

The victors came out and gave their speech that was so unbelievable.

“I know what you really think,” you muttered to yourself. Your father shushing you with a light jab to your side.

One was named Peeta the other well she was famous, she was the girl on fire. She was Katniss. You used to know Katniss, not very well but be acquainted. As much as that boy was sweet to her he was no Gale, she was in love with him. Then you notice the other blonde. He looks, well he looks pissed. He is really tall and very muscular. He looks as if he can break bark in half. He then catches you staring and winks at you. You shake your head and start to actually pay attention. You were just imagining things. He didn’t really wink at you...did he?

Their little speeches ended and you got up with a satisfied grin, “finally, I can go home and take this table cloth off and read my book.”

“It is no table cloth y/n, it is one of the new dresses at the market. I frankly like it on you,” your mother shook her hips sassily as she walked. You wish you were as confident as your mother. She was so beautiful and your dad was so handsome, sometimes you felt you were so hideous that maybe you were adopted.

As you were walking away to your house the blonde tall victor kept staring at you. With a shrug you waved back and proceeded walking. “He’s probably looking at me wondering how did she get so fat? Or wow she looks as big as the Capitol!” Thinking to yourself as you feel more gloomy and sad. You change your clothes and do end up reading your favorite book. Well, it has to be your favorite book because your family cannot afford another. You’ve read it so many times already that you’ve memorized some of the words.

Sitting on your bed, the quilt full of cushion, you felt at peace being in your home with no judgmental looks. You sat there for hours reading and reading until you heard your father’s call.

“Yes dad?”

“Your mother needs bread and milk can you run to the market real quick to get it for us?”

You groaned and whined, trudging to your father. Your father copied your actions making you laugh.

“Get out of here,” your father smiled as he shooed you away.

As you were heading to the market you saw those same kids you saw earlier. They glared at you and laughed. You hugged yourself and proceeded to move forward. “Its okay y/n, you’re okay.”

You picked up the freshly baked bread and the cold milk and set off to home. The bread smelled so heavenly. It was so buttery and warm with a little crunch to it.

“Hey girl,” one of the boys asked from the group. You tried to ignore them but they all circled you.

“Guys I have to go to my house, dinner is almost ready.”

One of the girls cackled evilly, “you don’t need to go to dinner! You already look like you ate all of it!”

You could feel tears starting to sting your eyes. “Please guys. What do you want?”

“What do we want? I want you to know that you are nothing in this world. You are so fat and ugly that me telling you this makes me feel ten times better. Knowing that I don’t look as hideous and ginormous as you makes me so thankful.”

They all started to yell insults at you. “You don’t need this fatty.” They push the milk and bread on the floor. The bread getting all dirty and the milk crashing on the floor the glass breaking and cutting your legs. “No, stop that was for my family. I don’t have any more money left!” You tried to stop them. They laughed and pushed you on the floor as well. “Too bad then, huh? No you’ll probably lose the weight.”

“Why don’t you all just shut the hel* up?” A unfamiliar voice called out. They all looked up to see, “you’re one of the victors!” The blonde man grabbed some of them and threw them to the floor away from you. “If I ever see you mess with her again I will kill you! Trust me I’ve done that plenty of times!”

You felt embarrassed and just wanted to go home. You tried to clean the bread but it fell in mud. The milk was shattered. The glass in your skin. “Ouch,” you try to stand but wince to yourself. The man bends down and sees your injuries. “C’mon we need to go take those out.”

You felt shy and tried to look away, “its okay, I got this.” You try to stand up but you slip and he catches you. “I’ll take a look at them.” He carries you to a ledge of concrete nearby. “Hold on sir, I might be too heavy,” you tried to wiggle out of his grasp not wanting him to suffer carrying your weight. The man chuckled, “you? You’re light weight to me.” You almost laughed as he carried you, you thought you were too heavy.

As he placed you on the edge he took a look at your legs. Only a few small shards of glass were stuck on your leg. “Here we go,” he says as he sounds like he’s concentrating. You felt so bashful. A boy, a cute one at that, was looking at your thick legs! He tended to your wounds and teasing you kissed your injury. “You feel better?” He asks as he helps you stand up. You nod and with a small voice say, “thank you.”

“The names Cato.” He sticks his hand out and you shake it lightly. He has so many callouses and he has veins popping from working out so much. You gulp, “I’m y/n. Its nice to meet you, again thank you. You didn’t really have to do any of that.”

Cato shook his head, “they were hurting a beautiful woman, I couldn’t let them get away with that.” He sees that your items are broken and walks to the market. “Here let my buy those for you.”

You persisted in stopping him but he put his hand up and shook his head, “Its okay I really want to. Here.” He hands you the milk and bread and also something extra.

“What is this?” You cheerfully ask, now feeling more and more comfortable with him. “Its a muffin,” he held one for himself and gave one to you. “Enjoy.”

“Thank you so much for this Cato. It means a lot to me. Not many people really like me or can’t stand to be next to me so just thank you.”

“No problem, and those people are missing out. But I was actually wondering if maybe you’d like to walk with me?”

You chuckled and held onto his arm, “sure. What do you want to know about me?”

Cato gave you a boyish smile, “everything, beautiful.”

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biillyhargroves · 5 years

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If you're still taking requests, could we see Billy reunite with his mom? Whether it goes well or not is up to you, but I'd really like to see your interpretation cuz you're currently my favorite fic author xD

oh gosh, you’re the sweetest!! i’m so glad you’ve been enjoying my fics & i really hope you like his one - i find the relationship between billy and his mother to be both heartbreaking and fascinating and i can’t thank you enough for giving me a reason to explore it!!

mama, i’m comin’ home(fic requests open)

First, there were phone calls. They were short and tearful and often left Billy with more questions than answered. He would drop the phone back in its cradle and run - run before his father saw him crying, run until his legs grew too tired to carry him, run until his cheeks were red from heat and sweat instead of heartache.

Next, there came letters. Billy found the first by accident. The thin paper had been torn in half and tossed in the trash, and Billy fished it out and shoved it in his pocket. He carried it to school and then to the beach, where he climbed up the highest rock on the jetty and fit the two crumpled pieces together. It didn’t say much, but he trailed his finger along the familiar loops of her letters and he cried. He kept the letter at the bottom of his backpack and tried to intercept the mail each day when he came home from school.

When the letters stopped, there came cards. Colorful birthday cards and handmade Christmas greetings, always with a different return address. They come twice a year, and they are always the same; a few words of the Hallmark poems are underlined in black ink, the card is dated (1978, 1979, 1980…) and is signed With love, Mom with a hand-drawn heart. Billy has stopped opening them. His father hands them to him without a hard, and Billy shoves them, unopened, in a nightstand drawer. Blue envelope on top of green envelope on top of red envelope and so on, stacked on top of the letter he taped back together and the cards he’d read in more hopeful years.

Starcourt changed things.

The girl, his sister’s friend, El, she changed things. She pulled out memories that Billy had stuffed in jars, dredged up a past buried in sand, and Billy can’t get them out of his head.

“El saw her, didn’t she?” Max had asked him. “She brought you back.”

She brings El to visit him in the hospital, because when she asked Billy if he wanted to see her again Billy didn’t say no. The girls sit with him. They talk about California. They talk about the beach. They talk about his mother. When the conversation turns to her, to the pretty woman in her white dress, Billy gets quiet. When El leaves, he tells Max, “I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?” she asks.

“Going back,” he says. “Going home.”

He tells Max where he stashes his money. There are uncashed paychecks and some crumpled twenties in a shoebox under his bed. Max counts it all up, and while Billy is still under the careful watch of a nurse he unkindly (but deservingly) calls Ratched, she scrounges up whatever cash she can. She digs under couch cushions and breaks open her piggy bank. She mows lawns with Lucas. She talks Steve into checking in on Billy’s car at the mechanic, on making sure it gets fixed.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect,” she says. “It just has to run.”

When Billy is sent home, she tucks an envelope of scavenged money into his jacket pocket. They count it together and, feeling guilty or nervous or something in between, he tries to give it back.

“Half is yours anyway,” Max says.

“You sure you don’t want to come?” Billy asks her. He speaks more quietly now, and Max doesn’t know if it’s because of the physical wounds or the deeper ones in his head.

“Can’t. School. The whole being a minor thing.” Max shrugs. They are sitting on Billy’s bed, and it is late. Their parents are asleep. They speak in whispers so as not to disturb the semi-peaceful silence of the house. “But save a spot for me out there. You know, just in case Hawkins gets too boring.”

“Right,” Billy says. “Listen, if he-”

“I’ve got El on speed dial,” Max says. “Her dad’s chief of police. I’m covered.”

Billy smiles softly, almost sadly, and he says, “Okay.”

He has a bag packed. Steve has parked the Camaro, which Neil had planned to junk, around the corner. Billy sighs and he stands. Wordlessly, he swings his back over his shoulder, and Max jumps up.

“Hold on,” she tells him, and she slips out of his room. He leans toward the doorway and watches her shadow flit about in her own bedroom. She returns with a clunky walkie-talkie, the kind that she and her friends all carry around. She shoves it into his hands. “Just in case,” she says.

“The signal,” Billy points out, and Max waves off his concern.

“I have smart friends,” she says. “It’ll work.”

Billy laughs at this, a short sort of huff that could be mistake for a cough, and he drops the radio into his bag. Max pushes his window open and Billy throws the bag outside first. Then, with some difficulty, he climbs out.

“Bye, shitbird,” he says when he looks up to find Max leaning out the window.

“Get out of here, fuckface,” she tells him. She shuts the window, and Billy sneaks away.

The drive is long and lonely. Billy plays a mixtape he found shoved into a pocket of his backpack, one that Max had made for him when he was in the hospital. He plays it over and over until he can’t stand the songs anymore, then he switches the radio. As he makes his way across the Californian border, he opts for silence.

It takes him time to find her. Home doesn’t look like home, and Billy wanders once-familiar streets reading street signs and store awnings like a foreigner. Some of his old haunts are the same: the surf shop has a new owner, but the same dilapidated storefront; the corner pizzeria is run by the same old Italian man who greets Billy with an abundance of enthusiasm and won’t let him leave without eating something. He asks everyone he recognizes if they’ve seen her, and they all give him the same sad look. He hates them for it. He hates the sympathy that reads like pity and how it follows him around town, he hates how word starts to spread and people start to greet him with sad eyes and heavy hearts.

When he grows tired of hearing the same answers again and again and again, Billy goes to the beach. He sits in the sand and he watches the waves, and as the sun goes down he closes his eyes and breathes in the smell of the salty air.

It is dark when a voice pulls him from his thoughts.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

His heart stalls. His breath does, too. Billy opens his eyes and creases his brow. When he bites his lip it tastes like saltwater. Slowly, he turns his head.

She is older now, and she wears jeans and an embroidered blouse that billows in the wind. Her hair is still long, though it has gone gray at her temples, and the fine lines of her face have deepened. When she smiles, though, she looks the same. She looks like his mother.

Billy stars at her, mouth-open, too stunned to speak. Her eyes mist when they catch his and she holds a hand to her mouth.

“Billy,” she says, and the sound of his name in her voice - the same voice that used to cheer him on and call him home and scare the monsters out of his dreams - shocks him into motion. He rises to his feet and squares his shoulders to face her.

“How-” he starts, and then he clears his throat. “Uh, how did you-”

“Small town,” his mother says. “Short grapevine.”

Billy stares are her silently, and when he realizes it his turns to speak he simply says, “Oh.”

She steps toward and Billy remains still. She lifts her hands, but seems unsure where to touch him. She winces a bit when her eyes land on the tip of scar poking out from beneath Billy’s shirt. Billy looks follows her gaze. He touches the scar lightly. When he looks back at her, he feels his own tears building up.

“You knew?” he asks.

“Your father called me,” she says. “From the hospital.”

“You didn’t come,” Billy says.

“He wouldn’t have let me see you,” she tells him.

“You didn’t try,” Billy says.

“Billy-” she starts, but he shakes his head.

“You never tried,” he says, voice louder than its been in months, so loud it hurts his throat.

“Billy, please.”

“Was I never going to see you again?” Billy asks.

“Billy.”

“If I didn’t come here,” he says, “would you have ever come to find me?” Her silence only angers him more. He feels sick to his stomach, but not quiet in the way he had been months ago under hot fluorescent lights. He feels his heart hammering hard in his chest and he thinks it might jump out of his throat. He swallows it down and with a rogue tear trailing down one cheek he says, “You left me with him.”

“Oh, Billy,” his mother says, and this time when she takes a step toward him he steps away.

“You left me with him,” Billy repeats. “After everything, you-” you abandoned me, you saved yourself, you left me alone, you let him hurt me; I trust you, you were supposed to protect me, you let him take me away. There are too many words clamoring to be said and Billy can’t fit them all in his mouth. His breathing gets heavy and he starts to pace. His mother’s outstretched hands hover in the air, wanting to reach for him but not able to get a grip. “You promise me,” he says suddenly, stopping in his tracks and facing her with red-rimmed eyes. “You promised me we’d get away. You’d promised me you’d leave him, and then you left. You got out. You got out and you left me there!” He is yelling now, and when she flinches it makes his chest ache, but he can’t stop himself. He moves towards her, his chest puffed out, his shoulders back, and she fights to hold her ground. She grabs his shoulders and he feels his resolve crumble. He tries to scream at her, but only chokes out a sob.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, over and over again as she tangles her arms around his shoulders, wider and broader than they used to be. He towers over her now, and she has to stand on her tip toes to hug him - to hold him. She squeezes him, and Billy stands stiffly in her arms, his head hovering over her shoulder, his tears falling on her sleeve and on her skin. She keeps saying, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Billy, I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” he says, and when she doesn’t hear him he says it louder. “Stop!”

He pushes her away, and she stumbles backwards, stunned but not exactly surprised. Billy shakes his head. He paces one way and then the other. He rubs his chin. He turns away. “I don’t know why I came here,” he says quietly.

The waves lap at the shore, smooth and steady and undisturbed by the scene he’s made. The sea foam fizzles over the sand and when it is gone it leaves the surface smooth, as if no one has ever walked on the beach, as if no one has ever touched it. Billy’s hand finds his scar again, and he feels its ridges as he watches the water crash agains the land.

“I’m sorry sounds shitty right now,” his mother says. “I know that.” Billy doesn’t look at her. He keeps watching the water, watching the gulls dip and dive into the sea. “It’s not enough,” she goes on. “And it’s going to take a long time to explain everything. And I don’t blame you if you don’t want to hear it.” She lets her words linger, and when Billy says nothing- when he doesn’t turn around, when he holds his silence -she asks, “Do you have a place to stay?”

“Motel,” Billy says without looking at her. His voice is still shaky, and he fights hard to steady it. “The one off Bayberry.”

“Right,” his mother says, as if she should have known this. “Well, I’m on Wilmot Street now. Number eleven, the one with the little green shutters. If the motel feels lonely…” She trails off, and Billy finally turns around. “You don’t have to,” she says. “But you’re welcome to stay.”

Billy neither accepts nor rejects her offer. He simply watches her, his eyes still watery and red, his breath still ragged and labored. She drops her gaze to the sand. She sucks in her breath.

“I work at the Sand Bar now,” she says. “You remember it?”

Billy nods his head. The Sand Bar is the little off-the-beach shack where she used to take him for lunch before the beach or dinner, before the drunks took it over for the night.

“I’ll be there at noon tomorrow,” she says, “if you want to stop by. We can talk. Or not talk. It’s up to you.” Billy nods again, and she says, “Okay.” She looks at him, sadness in her eyes, and she sighs deeply and repeats, “Okay.”

She doesn’t say goodbye when she walks away, and as Billy watches her walk back along the sand he finds that he can’t remember if she said goodbye the first time. Her exit had been hasty then, much like his own escape from Hawkins. It had happened so quickly Billy can’t recall the details. He doesn’t remember what she was wearing the last time he saw her or what the last thing she said to him was before she became a crackling voice on the other end of the phone.

But she is here now, and he is, too. And maybe that means something.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #billy hargrove #I'M SAD #lex writes fics #anon #answered #this could become it's own huge fic tbh #oh no

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peaky-shelby · 5 years

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When he sees me [4]

Pairing: Chris Evans x oc

Summary: Delilah is a simple shy girl. What will happen when famous actor, Chris Evans sees her? Will she hide, will she run again? Will he make her come out of hiding instead?

Episode 4: The one with the double date

Read: prologue, episode 1, episode 2 , episode 3

Words: 2.656

Based on When he sees me by Sara Bereilles

Warnings: mentions of sex, awkwardness, fluff, mentions of anxiety and Sebastian Stan.

Author’s note: this one is practically the begging of the story. The beginning of the battle that Delilah will have to go through. Will they survive? Thanks again for reading and please don’t forget leave your thoughts💘 and if you stop answering I’ll just assume that you want me to stop tagging you♥️

On the drive from the club to the house Delilah didn’t shut up. She kept mumbling about all these reasons why the double date was not a good idea. A part of her knew that Laura wasn’t really listening but she kept going. You see, she talks a lot when she has something to say.

”how could you think of something like that?„ Delilah shut the door to their apartment and threw her back on the nearest chair, her entire body was shaking, her mind was a maze, she had so many things to say, so many worries to express and she couldn’t get them together. She kept pacing back and forth like she was trying to find her sense around the room.

“Would you calm down? I think It’s the perfect idea and everything will go alright—„

“You thought ‘stole his car’ was a metaphor for sleeping with him! Excuse me but I don’t trust your judgment. How am I supposed to go on a double date? I don’t even go on alone dates—„

“This is exactly why I suggested it, you needed a date—„

“I didn’t Laura! That’s my point! I’m happy! Maybe I haven’t dated in a while but that doesn’t mean I’m sad! I don’t need a date, i need to be calm and right now I’m not calm!„

“For God’s Shake Chris Evans asked you out—„

“No!„ She paused her pace and pointed at Laura “It was your idea! He’s just too kind to say anything! You forced him in to asking me out and now it’s going to be a disaster—„

Laura rolled her eyes and went to the kitchen to make herself some tea. She had witnessed these kind of meltdowns many times, soon it would be over. “Or maybe it will be a really fun night!„

“Well we’ll never know cuz I’m not going!„ Delilah left the living room and went to her bedroom, she sat on her bed, trying to keep her body still but her leg kept trembling against the ground. She heard Laura’s sigh from the kitchen and she could imagine her rolling her eyes again. After her 4th meltdown, Laura stopped getting worried, instead she’d use her wit and sarcasm to help, it was more efficient.

“If you keep hitting your foot against the floor, Ms. Reynolds will come shouting again.„ she said entering the room with two cups of tea. Delilah lifted her feet and sat with her legs crossed on her bed. Then Laura handed her one of the cups and sat next to her.

“This is madness! I can’t even go out with the cat guy across the hall and I’m supposed to go on date with Chris Evans? What am I even going to say?„

“Pff that’s obvious!„

“Is it?„

“If you went out with America’s president you’d talk about politics, so considering you’re going out with America’s ass you can talk about butts„ Laura sipped her tea, looking at Delilah cheekily.

“Here im having a serious problems which you created and you’re making jokes—„

“Oh D, come on, what’s your serious problem?! That You have a date with America’s Ass?„

“Stop calling him that!„

“You’re being a child! I get it you’re worried but you have nothing to lose! No matter the out come we are going out with Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans and you’re sitting here whining about what may or may not happen instead of spending your time trying to find the right dress! Literally a child!„

Delilah didn’t respond. She looked down at her cup, saw her reflection in the tea. It was a blur, exactly how she felt on the inside, a blur. Laura wasn’t wrong, she knew that but she couldn’t just ignore the anxiety that she was feeling about the coming night. Her thoughts came to a pause when Laura placed her hand on her shoulder “I’ll be with you, watching everything, if it gets really bad, I’ll drag you out of there myself but don’t let that noise in your head take away this amazing chance. It’s just noise Delilah, just noise. But he is real and right now he is worrying about you the same way you are worrying about him, if he wanted to say no, he would have said no.„ she smiled, pushed Delilah on shoulder gently to make her look up. “But he didn’t.„

Delilah raised her head, her eyes connecting with her friend’s. Laura was her safety net, the one person in the world her head made no noise about. She was always sure about their friendship, they were a family, chasing dreams in LA. Somehow Laura would always find a way to convince her into doing things, she usually wouldn’t. Maybe that was because she knew deep down that even if things went completely sideways, Laura would be there to catch her. Even if she was the one that pushed her off the cliff in the first place.

“I have been on a date in so long I’ve forgotten how to do it.„

Laura laughed “hun, that’s exactly why I’m here! I got experience on that area.„

“Right yeah.. last night, I think you got a little more experience in that area.„

Laura giggled and nodded “yeah I think I did!„

“How did that happen?„ asked Delilah.

“I don’t know... it wasn’t supposed to happen. I had met him ones or twice before in different events, we kept in touch and last night we got a little tipsy and you know.. things just happened.„

“So you like him?„

“Yeah, Yeah I do and I don’t think it’s just fun and games.. he’s a nice one D. I got a good feeling about it.„

“Well I guess we’ll find out tonight.„ Delilah smiled.

They spent the rest of their time, arguing about what they were going to wear. Laura wanted to go with a sexy kind of style, whilst Delilah wanted to keep it simple. At one point they even had a clothes war, Dresses, pants and shirts were thrown all over the house. In the end Laura wore a white top with a portrait neck and a short black flower skirt. Delilah wore a blue dress with flutter sleeves.

As planned Chris and Sebastian were under their house at 8. Delilah saw them arriving in Chris’ car from the window and she instantly panicked.

“I don’t wanna go!„ she whined. Laura ignored her cries and held her arm, pulling her with her out of their apartment.

“There’s my girl!„ Sebastian walked over to Laura immediately “I’ve been waiting to kiss these lips all day.„ he said, leaning down and acting on his wish. Delilah laughed as she watched them, she kinda wanted that but she was too scared to ask for it.

“Hey.„ his voice was like a summer evening breeze. It awoke her from her meaningless thoughts in such a calming way. His tall presence behind her, warmed her entire body even tho he wasn’t touching her. Slowly she turned and looked at him, her cheeks slightly blushing under his watch.

“Hi.„

“You look really pretty.„ he said. This is a good start, she thought and smiled.

“Thank you, you too.„

At that moment ditching Laura and Sebastian and staying alone with Chris didn’t seem such a bad idea but—

“Alright! Let’s go! Come on, I’m hungry!„ said Sebastian.

Chris was driving, Delilah was shotgun and Sebastian and Laura were in the back. They couldn’t keep their hands to each other for the whole drive.

“Goodness if they keep going like that they’ll eat each other.„ whispered Delilah, hoping only Chris would hear.

“Sebastian did say he was hungry.„

“Ewww!„ She exclaimed in a high pitched voice making Chris laugh at her reaction.

“Try not to make babies in the restaurant!„ advised Chris, when they arrived at the restaurant. They all followed him in, Delilah was right behind him, hidden by his tall body and the other two were only a few steps behind. The waiter showed them to their table, Laura made sure that they’d sit in the right way for Delilah to be next to Chris.

During the night he’d noticed the little things, how her laughter differed when she actually found something funny from when she was just been kind. How excited she’d get to talk about her favorite books and theater and how she’d let her mind wonder from time to time in thoughts only she could hear. And In that moment while she was talking with Sebastian and Laura about books, he caught himself staring at her . She looked like the ocean in her blue dress, natural and yet ethereal. He could only see the right side of her face, a strand of her was covering her rosy cheek so in a very gentle movement he stretched his hand and moved her hair behind her ear. She looked at him as soon as she felt his warm hand against her skin. Chris pulled his hand back quickly, idiot— that was so weird why would you do that?

“Sebastian don’t we have this thing to go to?„ Said Laura unexpectedly.

“What thing?„

That question got him a punch in the shoulder.

“Oh the thiiiiing— Yeah we should go to the thing.„

“you don’t have a car„ Delilah tried to stop her friend from leaving.

“We’ll get an Uber!„ answered Sebastian

“You should know every nice love story starts with an Uber—„ Laura was cut off by Delilah’s murderous look. “Lets go before she kills me!„

Sebastian left money on the table for Chris and left with Laura. Chris and Delilah didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, it’s like they had forgotten how two humans communicate.

“What do you think the thing is?„ asked Chris, trying to make a conversation. Obviously there is no thing, She probably thinks I’m an idiot.

“Obviously there is no thing. I mean there’s his thing which she’ll be getting—„ Delilah’s cheeks blushed immediately after she said the joke and she let her head drop on the table, feeling like a total idiot. “God I’m so sorry— that was really inappropriate I had too much whine—„

Chris laughed, she’s adorable.

“It’s alright— you’re probably right.„

She giggled at his reassurance, he tapped her on the shoulder so she’d look at him and smirked “wanna get out of here too?„

“Honestly? Yeah.„

“Lets go I have an idea.„

“Goodness this is so cheesy“ she whispered getting out of the car. Chris chuckled at her comment.

“I’m sorry it’s the best I could come up with last minute.„

“Well I’m not complaining, I’m just saying—„

“It’s cheesy.„ he completed her sentence, making her laugh a little.

Living in a LA for the last 3 years this was actually the first time she had gone on Mount Lee at night. The view was beautiful, the lights of the street looked like diamonds, the world looked so peaceful from up here, like a painted picture.

“You always see the Hollywood sign from down there... it’s so weird to be up here looking down there.„ she smiled, tilting her head to look at him “it’s cheesy but it’s beautiful.„

Chris looked down at her with so much affection. Night has never looked so beautiful on a person, it was like it was tailored for her to wear it.

“You know... when you are in Hollywood, so deep in the fuss of it, the fame and the craziness you forget how beautiful it is as a place. The history, the magic, the secrets, the art...everything about it. So I like to come up here, enjoy the view and remember.... and I feel so privileged to be able to say that I’m part of it, not because of the fame or the money but the—„

“History.„ she finished his sentence like he had done earlier “..and the beauty.„ she added in a whisper making him smile. He took a step forward and turned his whole body to her.

This is the perfect moment, right? She wants me to kiss her. I’ll just do it, but I’ll go in slow in case she wants to stop me— please don’t stop me. I bet her lips taste like caramel. Only a few inches closer, just a little bit—

Delilah stopped him by placing her hand on his chest. Chris looked at her worried but she wasn’t even looking at him, she was watching something behind him.

“I think there are two people doing it behind the bush.„ she whispered, trying not to laugh. Chris immediately turned and sure enough there were two people behind the bush totally getting it. He tried his hardest to contain his laughter but Delilah gave up and broke down in chuckles.

“Let’s get out of here!„ he suggested and pulled her with him to the car. When they got in they both started laughing like kids and Chris drove away quickly. And when they were in a fair distance he asked her if she wanted to go home and Delilah said yes.

“This is it.„ she whispered when they arrived. Chris smiled at her, he wanted her to stay.

“We should do something again.„

“I’d really like that.„ she whispered and leaned in to gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. His beard stroked her face, making her heart flutter. Their connection was so tender and sweet. She pulled away and gave him one last smile before she exited the car. Chris watched her leave until last minute he remembered:

“Oh god the bracelet!„ he got off the car and run to her. “Sorry! I almost forgot!„

“What happened?„

“You lost this, again.„ he pulled the bracelet out of his pocket and placed it on her hands. “Next time I’ll find it, I’ll keep it!„ he added. Delilah laughed and nodded.

“I’ll be more careful I promise. Thank you Chris!„

They stood still for a moment. Chris was only looking at her not saying anything. “There’s one more thing..„ he started saying.

Do it. Kiss her. If it wasn’t for the pervs making out in the bushes, she would have kissed you. Kiss her.

He stepped closer and curled her hair behind her ear, Delilah watched his movements carefully, her heart was about to drop out of her chest but she wasn’t going to stop him.

He leaned closer and closer and closer until there was no space between them and his lips met hers. It was quick and sweet, only a little peck on her lips and nothing more but Delilah was still feeling like he stole her voice and her breath. She opened her eyes and found him looking at her with his golden eyes like he was asking for permission to kiss her again. She gave it to him with a simple smile and Chris moved closer to her, kissing her one more time. His right hand was placed gently on her cheek while she had very awkwardly placed her hand on his hips, holding on his jacket. She had forgotten how to do this, it was like it was her first time. Chris sensed her struggle and pulled away, giving her a reassuring smile. Delilah giggled in embarrassment and looked away. “I’m sorry..I— I’m not used to this. I..should really go.„ her anxiety was very slowly but surely raising from her toes up to her head and she knew that soon the noise would start playing in her mind. She had to leave before he could hear it. The giggles stopped and she stepped away from him. He nodded and waved “goodnight..I’ll call you„ he smiled.

“Goodnight Chris.„

She walked in the building and fast in her apartment. Shutting the door and as soon as she did that the noise began.

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you-and-i-for-forever · 5 years

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10 Things I Hate About You AU Chapter 8

Fandom: Be More Chill, Dear Evan Hansen

Ships: Boyf riends, treebros, richjake, Zolana, Pinkberry

Word count: 1.8k

Feel free the read this on my ao3 instead!

Jeremy was flipping through his French homework on his bed when he heard the front door open and close. He threw his book down onto the bed and ran to his door to find Evan coming up the stairs.

“Hey,” Jeremy said

Evan looked up at him and gave him a small smile, “Hi.”

Jeremy gave him a quick once over. Evan didn’t look any worse than last night except for-

“What happened to your cast?” Jeremy asked once Evan had reached the top of the stairs. Evan’s cast was gone, replaced with a heavy wrapping of ace bandages.

“It uh- it melted a lot last night so I went to the hospital this morning and had it taken off. The doctor said that it was basically healed so he just gave me this.”

“What even happened to you last night?” Jeremy asked.

Evan picked at his cast as he filled Jeremy in on what had happened once they had arrived at the party and Jeremy went off to find Jake.

“…and then after the hospital, Connor dropped me back off here,” Evan finished, picking at his bandage.

Jeremy was leaning against his doorframe, arms crossed, eyes squinting by the time Evan finished his story.

“What the hell are you doing with Connor Murphy?” Jeremy asked

“What?” Evan asked, looking caught off guard.

“What are you even doing with him? He’s the school nut job, why are you hanging around him?”

Evan blinked rapidly, “He…he’s my friend.”

“It’s bad for your image” Jeremy pursed his lips and shrugged, “There are rumors about the two of you around school. I didn’t think they were true but when he showed up last night and you just went with it?”

Evan stared at him, eyes large and shiny, face flushed, “I, um, he’s-he’s really nice. He was, uh, the one who convinced me to go to, to go to the party.”

“Evan, you can’t hang out with him. People are going to start thinking you’re a freak too.”

Evan was quiet for a long moment.

“Don’t they already, don’t they already think that? Plus, Connor saved my-my life.”

Jeremy opened his mouth to say something else, but Evan cut him off.

“Why do you even…care? I’m surprised that you even-even noticed what I’ve been up to with all the time you’re spending with-with Jake.”

Jeremy’s face turned red, “We’re dating! We’re supposed to hang out!”

“Well, I’d rather hang out with the school freak then…someone-someone who abandons their friends for some popular jock. You’re becoming a real jerk, Jeremy!”

Evan watched as Jeremy’s hands and teeth clenched.

“You know what? I’m so sick of having to deal with this!” Jeremy yelled, stomping back into his room.

He turned around, glaring at Evan, “I wish our parents had never met so I didn’t have a loser for a brother!”

The door slammed and Evan’s eyes blurred. A mix of sad and angry tears almost fell but Evan rubbed them away.

He walked to his own room and laid down, mentally exhausted from all that had happened in the last 15 hours.

Evan,

Are you still doing ok?

Dear Connor,

I’m still a little freaked out, but other than that I’m ok. What about you?

Evan

I’m fine, I’m just glad you’re ok. Can we meet up tomorrow or something?

Dear Connor,

I can’t. My mom doesn’t want me going anywhere for the rest of the weekend.

Evan

Ok. I wanted to ask you in person, but do you want to go to the school dance that’s coming up? I don’t really want to go but I heard someone mention it at the thing last night so I thought I’d ask.

Dear Connor,

I don’t have a tie to wear so I can’t go.

Evan

Just think about it? I promise it can’t be any worse then what happened last night.

Dear Connor,

I will.

Evan

Michael was reorganizing his collection of Magic the Gathering cards the day after the house party. He was too worked up to do anything productive, like gaming. Plus, there was no one to play with.

Michael frowned at the thought of who he should be playing video games with. He sighed and flopped over the beanbag chair next to him. He glanced over at the red one next to him. That was Jeremy’s spot.

Whenever Jared was over, Michael always insisted on dragging his bed, a stack of mattresses, in front of the tv so they could sit on that instead.

The beanbags were Michael and Jeremy’s.

Michael covered his face with his hands right before the doorbell rang. He pulled himself up and climbed the stairs. When he opened the door, he expected the pizza delivery person to be on the other side, but to his shock it was Jeremy.

“Hey…” Jeremy said, looking a little nervous.

The surprise of seeing Jeremy again almost caused Michael to pull him into a hug, but he remained where he was.

“What?” Michael asked

“I just wanted to talk.”

Michael remained silent.

“About what? How you called me a loser or how you left me for dead?”

“Michael, please it’s not like that-” Jeremy started but Michael quickly cut him off.

Of course, Michael still wanted Jeremy, but he was so hurt he couldn’t stop himself from speaking brutally honest.

“Not like that? Then what was it like, Jeremy? You're finally realizing that you can do better than me? That I’m nothing to you? That you’re so much better than me? That I really am a fucking loser? How can one anyone, let alone Jack, change you so much?”

Jeremy looked down at the ground in shame. Michael had to fight the urge to comfort him.

“I just want people to like me. To think I’m cool.” Jeremy said in a small voice.

“Newsflash asshole; I already liked you and thought you were cool before you frenched Jake!”

“Yeah?! Well, you and Jared-”

“What about me and Jared? At least I didn’t leave him to die in that fire!” Michael shouted before slamming the door close in Jeremy’s face.

Michael stomped his way back down to his room and yelled into a pillow.

He didn’t even get back up when the pizza boy arrived.

“No. None of that stuff is true.” Connor said with a grin.

Connor had called Evan the Friday after the house party. They still emailed most of the time, but Connor was allowed to use the house phone at times. He and Connor went out for ice cream and decided to go back to Evan’s house since there was no one home.

As they pulled up, Evan has started asking Connor about the rumors that followed him and Connor asked him questions back.

“State trooper?” Evan asked

“Fake. Uh, did you really hide in a janitor closet all day?” Connor asked.

“Not-not exactly.” Evan said with a blush “The duck?”

“He’s safe. Throwing up on Mr. Munsin while trying to give a speech?” Connor asked

Evan groaned, “Fact. I hid in the bathroom-in the bathroom until school ended then dropped, uuuum, his class the next day.”

“Fair enough.” Connor laughed and followed Evan inside after he had unlocked the front door.

“The hair?” Evan asked with a smile.

“My hair?” Connor asked, sounding surprised.

“Someone said that it’s just a-a wig you made from the hair of your…murder victims.” Evan laughed and led Connor up the stairs.

“Yeah well no,” Connor said with a smile.

“Where, um, were you last year? I know the porn career's a lie.” Evan said

“Do you?” Connor asked with a quirked eyebrow

They both paused for a moment then shared a laugh.

Evan opened the door to his room and they sat down together on his bed. They were both still grinning from the ridiculousness of the rumors and gossip people had spread about them.

“Will you…tell me something true?” Evan said.

“Something true?” Connor parroted, then scrunched up his eyebrows in what looked like deep contemplation.

“I hate peas.” He offered.

“No. Something real. Something no one else…no one else knows.” Evan said.

“To be fair, no one else probably knows that,” Connor said.

“Come on. Really though.” Evan said and nudged Connor’s shoulder with his.

Connor readjusted on the bed so he was facing Evan and rubbed his neck, looking awkward.

“Okay, so when I was 12, or something, my mom took me shopping for a really nice suit. You know, something I was just gonna grow out of in a year but she said that everyone was gonna start having Bar Mitzvahs and parties and I should have something nice to wear to all of them. I didn’t…end up getting invited to anything so it just sat in my closet forever.” Connor said

Evan felt terrible, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you talk about that.”

Connor shrugged and reached into his hoodie pocket.

“Actually, I went looking for it the other day cuz um -”

Connor pulled a blue folded up square and held it out to Evan. Evan took it and unfolded it. It was a tie.

“When we talked about the dance the other day you said you didn’t have a tie and this is the only one I have and I thought it’d be cool if you wore it and it’s never been used before and it’s blue and you like blue you know?” Connor rambled

No one had ever given him something like this before or told them something so personal. It must have been embarrassing to bring up something like that from the past but Connor had done it because Evan had asked. Connor had hung onto the tie all these years, it probably still hurt to think about not getting invited to any parties but he still dug it up to let Evan use it.

Evan felt his heart start to beat fast and he started to sweat.

“I mean I’m not gonna wear it so only if you want to you can and -” Connor was still talking.

Evan leaned forward and kissed him. Connor jerked back and Evan’s face heated up and his body froze.

Oh god, what had he done? He hadn’t even though that through a little bit. He had just thought it would be nice to do then he did it. What if Connor got up and left? What if he never wanted to talk to Evan again?

Evan’s mind was going a mile a minute, but he tried his best to concentrate on Connor.

Connor looked slightly scared for some reason, then just nervous, then something that looked like guilt, before he met Evan’s eyes. They stared, wide-eyed for a few heartbeats then Connor lurched forward, and kissed Evan. Evan threw his arms around Connor’s neck and kissed him desperately. Connor snaked his arms around Evan’s middle and clung to him. Evan made a soft noise into Connor’s mouth and was kissed harder.

They kissed and kissed and kissed and finally Evan pulled back a little. His heart was wildly pounding in his chest. He rested his forehead on Connor’s and took in shaky breaths. They just sat there holding each other after that. Their chests were pressed together, and Evan could feel Connor’s heart beating just as fast as his.

#be more chill #dear evan hansen #boyf riends #treebros #richjake #pinkberry #zolana #galaxy gals #deh #bmc #AU fanfiction #fanfic

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livinoon · 5 years

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pairing: keith/lance

Instead of working on my own story, I wrote this instead because klance is nice. This sorta takes place after the season 2 finale i think?

We Make a Good Team

Shiro had vanished without a trace. Voltron’s last big fight with Zarkon was victorious, but the team was left without a leader. Weeks and months went by. The castle of lions seemed much quieter after that.

Lance knocked softly on Keith’s door. He heard Keith’s footsteps. Lance shifted back a step. His shoulders tensed, but he took a deep breath to steel himself.

Keith opened the door. His face was knotted in irritation, but when he saw Lance who was suddenly looking down at the floor, Keith raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Keith cleared his throat. “What is it?” he asked softly.

Lance lifted his gaze and tried to read Keith’s guarded face. Then Lance sighed. No point in beating around the bush. “Are you…are you okay?” he asked outright.

“I’m fine, Lance,” Keith grumbled. He clutched the door, which was partly closed.

Lance shifted his weight, not wanting to leave. He knew Keith would be dodgy. He just didn’t know why it made him so nervous.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to be okay all the time you know,” Lance said. “Shiro’s missing. He’s our leader. It’s scary not knowing where he is or if he’s okay. I mean I’m definitely scared,” Lance continued. “I just - I mean I just wanna be here for you...you know…if you wanted to talk about it, but y-you don’t have to.” Lance pulled back.

Lance looked back at the ground, realizing he was talking too much now. Keith probably didn’t want a lecture about feelings. Keith was probably trying to avoid this type of conversation specifically.

“Look, I’ll just go. You can forget I said anything,” Lance murmured. He could practically feel Keith’s eyes burning holes in his forehead.

Lance turned to leave, and Keith took his hand.

“Wait, Lance,” Keith said, quickly letting go of his hand. “You don’t have to go.” Then he sighed and pulled his hand through his hair. “I am really worried about Shiro, actually,” he said after a long pause.

Lance blinked in surprise. He didn’t expect this out of Keith. What the heck should he say? He wasn’t prepared for this.

Keith’s shoulders tensed as Shiro’s name lingered in the air. He looked away and just sighed again.

Then Keith inhaled sharply. “It’s just really hard not being able to do anything. No leads. No trace of him anywhere. I’m just angry and...scared too, I guess... And I feel bad for not being around much for the team,” he said. His tone had lowered to almost a whisper.

Just hearing Keith say this much made Lance feel relieved somehow. He wished he hadn’t resented Keith for avoiding the team. His chest suddenly ached. Keith was thinking about them after all, Lance realized. Man, he felt like such a jerk.

“It’s okay, Keith,” Lance said. “Everyone already understands. We were just worried.”

Keith’s shoulders relaxed. “Thanks,” he said with a small smile.

Lance was really not expecting that. His smile. Lance’s cheeks suddenly felt hot. He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“So, uh,” Lance began, trying to think of something, “Do you wanna take a walk?”

He knew it was a long shot, but…

“Sure, that’d be good,” Keith said. He shut his door and walked with Lance down the hall.

They wandered some of the castle’s many hallways. They went to the second floor since no one else was up there. It was quiet except for the low humming of the castle’s energy. The windows to the outside stretched wide and put billions of blue stars on display. The hallway glowed blue from all of them.

Lance calmed down a little bit. He looked over to Keith who stared straight ahead. Keith had left his jacket behind and was wearing the usual black t-shirt and utility belt. It made him look so serious compared to Lance’s light blue hoodie. He caught himself looking at Keith’s arms a little too long. Lance didn’t understand why but he struggled to think of something - anything else to say.

“Pidge and I finally got that video game working, by the way,” Lance blurted out.

“The one you got from the space mall?” Keith raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Lance said with a chuckle. “It took us forever.”

Keith rolled his eyes playfully. “Is it good?” he asked.

Keith’s gentle expression made Lance’s stomach do a flip.

“Nope!” Lance replied with a bright and cheerful grin. “It sucks!”

Keith laughed and shook his head. His hair got in his eyes.

Lance smiled at him and felt some sort of wistfulness. He got lost in thought and didn’t realize he continued to smile until Keith looked away shyly and cleared his throat.

“So, uh, did you play a lot of video games back on Earth?” Keith asked.

Lance stuffed his hands into his hoodie. “Until I got into the Garrison, yeah.”

“Yeah,” Keith echoed.

“Man, it’s so weird to say ‘back on Earth’ isn’t it? We’ve been gone so long now,” Lance vocalized in reflection. “So many people are probably still wondering if we’re even okay.”

Keith’s smile faded as he thought about it. Home was so far away. Was it even home for him anymore? And no one was worrying about him, he knew that. Shiro was most likely the only one who would, but was he even a-

“What is it?” Lance asked, but he then realized what Keith was probably thinking.

“Nothing,” Keith said flatly. Then he exhaled sharply and looked away.

Lance felt a heavy wave of guilt. He said the wrong thing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Lance trailed off. He couldn’t figure out how to say what he wanted to say. The words tangled themselves up in his head.

Then Lance stopped. He realized that Keith was beginning to cry. His hair partly covered his face, but Lance could see huge tears welling up in Keith’s eyes, and he stood as stiff as a board, fists clenched at his sides.

Lance’s worried face softened a bit.

“Hey,” Lance said quietly. “It’s okay. You can cry. It’s a lot to handle.”

Hearing him say that made Keith break down. A huge sob shook Keith’s chest. He began to cry and he felt like a little kid, and he couldn’t stop. He felt like an absolute mess. But Lance came over to him and hugged him close. It made him cry harder.

Keith just felt so powerless about everything. He wished he knew what to do. He wished that they were stronger in that final fight against him. They weren’t good enough. He wasn’t good enough. There must have been something he could have done to prevent it. He felt so guilty for losing him. But then again, the rest of the team probably did too. He wasn’t alone.

Lance held him tightly not saying anything, and Keith didn’t try to pull away. Keith relaxed and focused on the stars behind them. Lance closed his eyes and rested his face on Keith’s head.

A small spark in Lance’s chest lit up. Everything suddenly made sense in this moment with Keith, and at the same time, nothing made sense. All the same, the feeling bubbled up like a hot, fizzy feeling. He loved how it felt. He felt so happy and so relieved. It was overwhelmingly warm.

They stood together for a long time. Keith realized he had been holding back so much, and just hearing Lance tell him that it was okay somehow struck a chord and released all the pressure. It felt like a river finally able to flow freely. He could breathe easier. He stepped away from Lance, wiping his eyes and sniffling.

“Are you alright, buddy?” Lance checked.

“Yeah,” Keith whispered, looking down at his shoes all embarrassed.

The spark in Lance’s chest was a blazing fire now. That overwhelming feeling took over. It bubbled up inside.

“Good, cuz, we’re still a team, right?” Lance’s voice caught in his throat. Before he knew it, his eyes began to prick with tears. Lance rushed to wipe them away, but the tears came on stronger. He cursed to himself and covered his face with his sleeves. This was not what he wanted at all. He was supposed to be supportive.

Keith looked up and saw. “Oh, don’t you cry!” he said surprised.

“I’m not!” Lance shouted in objection, but he was struggling to stay composed. More and more tears streamed down his face, but he tried to laugh it off. “Space allergies, am I right?”

“You’re something else, Lance,” Keith said, unable to hide a smile. Then he looked away, his eyes darting to the side. He held his arms out. “Here,” he said sternly.

“I’m totally fine!” Lance affirmed with a cracked voice. It was unconvincing.

Without a second thought, Keith pulled Lance into his arms albeit rather awkwardly.

“Don’t be like that,” Keith said. “You can’t put up with my breakdown but not let yourself cry. That’s not really that fair,” he murmured.

“Well, yeah, but still,” Lance blubbered. “I don’t wanna make things weird.”

“Lance, if you weren’t making things weird, I’d be worried,” Keith said.

Lance laughed into Keith’s shoulder. He softened in Keith’s embrace. He felt relieved, silly, but relieved. At least Keith understood. Keith accepted things as they were. Lance was really grateful for that.

“Thanks,” Lance said after a moment. He rested his chin on Keith’s shoulder and fiddled with his hoodie sleeves behind Keith’s back. His words were tangled up again. There was so much more to say...or maybe there wasn’t. Lance just held onto the feeling that was making his chest feel hot and fizzy.

They both stepped away to face each other again. Keith crossed his arms and rested his weight on one foot.

“What upset you?” Keith asked. His unwavering eyes met Lance’s eyes.

Lance messed with the ends of his sleeves even more. “Uhh…” was all he could manage. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling.

“You can tell me,” Keith added. “It’s okay...is it Shiro?”

Shiro was part of it, but that wasn’t the reason Lance felt that huge flare in his chest. He didn’t cry because he was sad or upset. It was something else. It was sweeter.

Lance didn’t know what to do with his hands. He decided on clasping them behind his head, trying to appear as nonchalant as was possible in this situation. He closed his eyes.

“I dunno, man. I just... I’m just relieved. I’m glad you let it all out. I was worried about you,” Lance said carefully. He opened one eye to see how Keith took it.

Keith cracked a small smile. “You were worried about me?”

His eyes. Lance couldn’t look away.

“Yeah,” Lance confessed. He could feel his cheeks getting hot again.

Keith stepped forward and in one swift motion, before Lance could even realize what was happening, Keith was gently pulling his waist forward and kissing him. Lance’s arms fell down around Keith’s neck.

“What was that?!” Lance cried without thinking, blushing harder than he thought was possible. His heart pounded and wanted to break free. He was frozen in place. He looked at Keith and saw that he was blushing too. Keith’s face was bright red, but he was smiling.

Lance found the words.

“Oh my god, I’m in love with you!” Lance blurted out. The words consumed him like fire.

Keith stood tall, his dark eyes studying Lance for a second. His shoulders shook with laughter. He laughed with his whole body like a huge weight had been lifted. He smiled so warmly it was hard for Lance not to melt to the floor.

“I can’t believe it took me so long to...to kiss you,” Keith gasped. He sighed with relief. He kept smiling. That smile.

“Lance,” Keith said, “I…”

“What? You couldn’t resist all this?” Lance said in attempt to regain his cool. He gestured at his whole body but his long hoodie sleeves flopped around ridiculously.

Keith laughed again. “You dork,” he said as he nudged Lance’s chest playfully. His hand lingered there.

“I love you, Lance,” Keith said sincerely.

Keith’s eyes showed his sincerity. Lance smiled brightly. He couldn’t help smiling so wide. He knew deep down now that things were going to be just fine. He threw his arms around Keith’s neck one more time.

“We make a good team,” Lance said.

Keith chuckled at that. He pulled Lance closer.

#klance fanfic #klance #aaaaaaaaaaaaa #just let me be a nerd about them please #my writing #keith/lance

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doesspacehaveatoms · 7 years

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Tea and Toast

hello there people! this is the second fic i wrote and i hope you will like it because i really put a lot work on this. this fic is inspired by the song called “ tea and toast” by Lucy Spraggan. This is a Human AU by the way. i hope y’all like it and i’m so sorry if there’s any missed spelling or some bad grammars. enjoy!

words : 1730

pairing(s) : logicality, prinxiety ( only a little though )

spoiler alert!

warning : major character death

imma tag some people

@@obviouslyelementary@softbludemon @starlight-sanders @dan-yuna @evilmuffin @remmythepegasis @mylasagnaisraw @randomslasher @darude-sanderstorm @psychororo @princey-must-slay @meginoi @organizeddiscord

Logan never saw his mother. The who cares deeply about you, gives love to you, and willing to give up everything just to keep you safe. The one who would made you food, take care of you when you’re sick, or cheer you up when you’re having a bad day. Logan never felt a love of a mother.

He was raised by his father that works almost everyday. Sometimes his father would blame him for his mother death and he would feel guilty and cry until dawn. He kept asking himself “was it really my fault?” “ what actually happened to her?”.

Logan’s father rarely spoke about his mother. In fact he never told him anything about her. How she dies or stories about their past together. He and his father were distant. They rarely talked or do “ Father and son bonding” activities. His father was always quiet and only talks when it’s something important. That all change when Logan turned 17.

“ Logan, come here please ”

“ yes father? “

“ sit down on the couch”

He sat down on the couch in front of him. There was an awkward silence for a while. Logan felt nervous. Was his father going to scream at him? Was he going to yell at him and tell him it was his fault again? Was he going to-

“ I remember when I first met your mother.”

Logan eyes winded. His father rarely spoke about her. He mentioned his mother once when he was 12 and his father glared at him and started to yell “ IT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! “. Logan just sat there, shocked and continued to listen.

“ Your mother was really beautiful, smart, and knows everything. She was just like you, Logan. I remember when I took your mother to the hospital and when she gave birth to you the doctor said that your birth was far too fast. You survived though, but she didn’t. Your mother used to say“ When the skies are looking bad my dear And your heart’s lost all its hope, After dawn there will be sunshine And all the dust will go the skies will clear my darling, I’ll wake up with the one I love the most and in the morning, I’ll make you up some tea and toast”.

there was that awkward silence again but his father spoke up

“ i.. I’m so sorry for blaming you after all these years. I know it’s not your fault, Logan. I love you, son “

Logan teared up when he heard the four last word. It was the first time his father said that word. All these years Logan always thought that his father hated him, ashamed of him as if he wasn’t his own son. He spent those nights crying and blaming himself asking “ why is the word so cruel?”. A sob came out of Logan’s mouth as his father move to embrace his son who was sitting in front of him. They’re going to be okay.

Patton and Logan met through a friend who introduce them. There was this party at Logan friend’s house, Roman, when he was 22. Roman’s house was crowded with strangers he didn’t know. The music was blasting off the speaker, filling the whole room with their loud noises. At the time Logan hadn’t had many friends also he doesn’t like hardcore dances so he just stand in the corner of the room holding his red cup.

He looks around the dancefloor and caught his attention to this one cute-handsome looking guy. The guy was wearing glasses, a light blue T-shirt, a grey hoodie and a pair of light brown pants. He has hazel brown eyes that matches his dark brown hair, his body was quite buff, and that sweet, sweet, adorable smile on his face. Logan can’t take his eyes of him until the guy take a quick glanced at him.

A few moment later his flamboyant friend, Roman came to him with the cute guy following behind roman. Logan didn’t know what to do so Logan just stand there watching as his friend and the cute-looking guy coming to approached him . He was sure that his face was a shade of pink.

“ Logan mah broo, what are you doing here? You should be there in the dancefloor dancing. Not just stand here alone looking like a sad person who has no friends. “

“ There are too many people, Roman. And I’m uncomfortable being around a huge amount of people “

“ you’re no fun “

Logan shrugged his shoulders

“ Oh yeah I want you to meet my best friend. Patton, this is Logan and Logan, this is Patton. You two talk cuz I think my boyfriend is hiding in the bathroom so.. byeeee”

Logan and Patton stood there as he watch roman walking away from them. Roman was Logan’s friend since 8th grade. He met roman in art class. At first Logan didn’t liked him because of his loud and flamboyant personality. But years went by and Roman was not as bad as he thought.

” Hello there, my name is Patton!”

Logan snapped back to reality and look up to Patton. He was indeed cute and also attractive. He stands there with a smile on his face. His smile was brighter than the sun,his eyes were shining like a moon in your darkest night and you can easily get lost in them.

“ would you like to dance with me?”

Logan covers his mouth with his hands after realizing what he just said. He didn’t meant to say that, is just that he was so nervous and he didn’t know what to say. He was shaking like a leaf and also sweating.

“ i…I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to-“

“ yes!”

“ what? “

“ Of course I want to dance with you, silly. Come on”

Patton took Logan’s hand and dragged him to the dancefloor. Thankfully, the dancefloor wasn’t really crowded this time. They danced for a while swaying to the music. The music wasn’t slow but they didn’t mind.

“ I’m Logan by the way.”

“ Logan? That’s a nice name. it reminds me of the wolverine.”

“ you’re a fan of x-men?”

“ well, I’m not a fan but I like the movie”

“ I watched it once with Roman last week.”

“ that’s nice.”

“ you’re adorable”

“ and you’re handsome”

Their faces turns red as they let out a nervous laugh. They didn’t know what to do or to say next so they just stood there near each other and avoiding eye contact. The music got slower and everyone started heading to the dancefloor to dance with their partners. They even saw Roman dancing with his boyfriend.

Logan turns to face Patton then took his hand in his own. Patton turns to him then Logan guides Patton other hand and put it on his shoulder while he put his other hand on Patton’s waist. They danced while looking onto each other’s eyes.

“ don’t let go of my hand”

“ I won’t”

The party finished and Logan walks Patton home. They talked about a lot of things while walking. Patton told his story about his life and so did Logan. He told Patton of his birth and he said when it hurt he thought about what his mother said about tea and toast.

A few weeks later they started dating each other. Sure there are some people that didn’t like the sound of them but being together but they didn’t care. Their first kiss was on their first date when they finished watching the movie at the theatre. They had fights but at the end of the day they would made up and snuggle together while watching x-men and some Disney movies.

Two quick years they went by they were still side by side. They went to a lot of dates and they had their wedding. A few month after the wedding they adopted a little child then logan said

“ Patton, I love you and this child, But I only earn enough for our food and clothes, But I will love you and this baby until the day that I die.”

Patton smiled at him then said

“ we’ll take care of this little life and we’ll fall in love with it’s hazel eyes, and we’ll be alright from some advice that I knew. Logan, I know that I never met your mother but I’m sure she would said that thing about tea and toast”

“ of course she would”

Logan took Patton’s word and he made them proud. Logan work day after day and hour after hour. They had enough money so they bought a house just on the outside of town.

Their child had grown and so did they and every day their love grew more and more for each other. Logan and Patton’s child find their soulmate and got married. Patton felt so proud and so did Logan. They had to move away from their parents to move with their new family. So Patton and Logan were left alone once again.

Forty years later Logan and Patton were walking down the streets. They were having a good day, remembering their past together until Patton grips loosens on Logan’s hand. He puts his arm around Patton’s side as he falls to the ground. Logan hears his breathing and that’s the only sound, the world seems to become silence. His body on the floor attracts a worried crowd. People started calling for ambulance to help his lover. Tears rolls off Logan’s face as he says, “Please, don’t let go, now.”

Logan was sitting by his bed in the hospital ward, hoping that Patton would wake up. Logan drifted off and he dreamt about Patton. He looks young like the first time they met. He walks closer to Logan and placed his hands on Logan’s cheek and said

“When the skies are looking bad my dear, and your heart’s lost all its hope. After dawn there will be sunshine, and all the dust will go. Skies will clear my darling now it’s time for you to let go. Our child will wake you up in the morning with some tea and toast.”

#logicality #prinxiety #thomas sanders #sanders sides #khansa's fic #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #fanfic #major character death #fluff #angst?

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cortex-reaver · 7 years

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Chapter 63: Jailbreak Prep

Warnings: language, cyberspace surreality

Masterpost

Been a while. I’ve had this with a 15-plus chapter buffer sitting on my hard-drive for a while. Just now starting to get back into things again.

Chapter 63: Jailbreak Prep

Warnings: drugs, language, cyberpunk horror-ish mention

Hacker stared morosely at the Cortieball in his lap, gently running one hand along its surface. Cortie's gaze darted around uneasily as she contemplated the psychological clusterfuck that would be his rescue mission.

He sighed.

A clatter interrupted his reverie. He glanced up to see the Stooges shuffling in to watch the goings-on. He waved half-heartedly.

“You think you guys could give me a quick Reaver c-space tutorial?” he asked tiredly. “I took a look in local c-space already and it's nuts. Also there might be some monitors out there. I noticed a couple floating skulls like the old-time Reavers”--

Moe: Dude that was us. Didn't you see the glitch art?

Larry: DUDE I had the whole Pirate Pixels hack going. BOOYAH.

Moe: C-space here is WICKED SICK! You're gonna love it. Well once you're over the whole neon overload shitfest. It uh, takes some adjusting.

The Stooges grinned in perfect unison, letting out little burbling moans. Hacker blinked. Then blinked again. Cortie giggled from his lap.

“No wonder you didn't freak out when we showed up at the door, huh? Okay then. Anything I need to know?”

Larry: Bottomless 1-ups. Seriously. Infinite c-space reloads. Get zapped, come back pronto.

Moe: You're still gonna feel those hits, but they're just not gonna wear you down. You've got a big-ass machine, CPU and all, sprouting outta your brain. So you can take 'em better.

Curly: You also got a deeper health pool. Like, triple cuz of the cyberware. AKA: More hitpoints. I mean, from the gamer perspective....

“Nice. Now I just gotta brace for the incoming Berserker trip dipped in acid and Stam-Up then,” Hacker muttered, then fished in his armor's pockets. “Pretty sure I got a patch in here somewhere.”

Larry moved forward, waving their hands to catch Hacker's attention. He glanced up in surprise at the Reaver's wicked grin.

Larry: Nawww you're not gonna need that. Our rigs feed us the pharma shit. Yours probably does too. Just look for a Stam-Up option in the menus.

Moe: DUDE do you reaaaaally wanna enable him?

Curly: Do you seriously NOT want to enable him? We're in SHITFUCK CENTRAL here. Better he know where to get his Stam-Up NOW before he needs it. Cause we just TOLD him about the health rundown, 'member? Not as fast, but it's still gonna happen. Specially with SHODAN-flavored c-space shit.

Moe: Good point, bro. Good point.

Dazed, Hacker checked his menus.

Sure enough, there was a pharmaceutical menu with such a long list of assorted drugs to replicate for his body. He knew only half of them. Fortunately he recognized the Stam-Up option, and cackled softly.

Moe: Don't forget the Genius stuff. We get those by default whenever we go into c-space. Probably why you got back out as fast as you did. Helps with the fast reloads. Annnd you're gonna want a double-dose to start.

Hacker: Oh yeah right. Lemme just turn both of those on...

“Permanent life-time supply of Stam-Up,” he said in wonderment as his new Reaver frame promptly began feeding his body a moderate dose of both drugs. The world felt brighter, crisper, even more saturated now. He grinned.

“If I'd known a Reaver rig could do this”--

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL HIM THAT?!” Goggles yelled in exasperation.

All three Reavers backed up. Slightly. They shot her offended looks, folding ther arms.

Larry: He's gonna need it! Specially Genius. Dude's not used to the c-space here.

Curly: C'mon, you don't know how SHODAN is in c-space. We heard plenty from the Cerberus guys here. He's going up against all her crazy-ass shit.

Moe: HE'S TOTALLY GONNA NEED IT OKAY? This IS SHODAN we’re talking about here--

“I'm gonna stop you right there,” Goggles let out a low growl as she clapped a hand to her face, then dragged it down to stretch out her skin. “I've fought SHODAN in an FTL warp that turned c-space into fucking reality. I think I have a pretty good idea.”

“SHe d-dOesSS,” SHObeta hissed.

“AnNd he WiLL neED aLl the Help he Can gET,” Cortie spoke up.

Goggles sighed, then held up her hands as she backed away.

“Okay. Fine. Ignore the sensible voice in the room.”

“All right, anything else before I go in there to break Cortie out?” Hacker asked the Stooges.

“MiND yoUR RanGE,” Cortie interrupted softly. “YoU Will KNow whaAT I meaAN. I am UNabLE to SPeaK theEEr-r-E, so I wiLl w-waRn yoU nOOW. I suSPect The SUper-ReaAVer-r-rRs kneW how To bYpasS it. It wAs the ONly DeFEnSE I haD RuNNinG TheEEe-RE.”

Hacker froze, his entire Reaver rig raising abruptly.

“You kept...that system?”

“HOw DO yOU thiNK I PuLled mY ForRK out of RebeCCA's boDY?” she asked so pointedly that SHObeta flinched.

Goggles and Hacker could only stare.

The soldier dug into one pocket, and pried out a large black bandanna, and passed it to Hacker. Only then did he realize he'd broken into a sweat his new Reaver technology couldn't counter. He gratefully took it and dabbed at his face.

Cortie drooped inside the ball, her eyes wide and sad.

“I wouLd Not be ABle to StoP thE neuRaL RoOTKit if tHe ProtoCols actiVAte it,” she whispered, her eyes welling with glittering digital tears. “P-p-p-pLeASe...s-t-t-taAY saAFe.”

“Y-yeah. Okay. N-no problem,” Hacker squeaked out. “But it's being run by an ethics program, right? That limits the kinda commands it's gonna try running on my brain...r-right?”

Cortie blinked.

“What's the worst a neural rootkit run by an ethics program gonna do, paralyze him?” Goggles asked, surprised.

“I...w-w-wOUld raTher-r-r NOt KNoOW,” she whispered. “JuusSt StaY s-s-saFE.”

“R-right.”

He closed his eyes, blocking out all his various inputs as he settled himself back on the regenerator room's floor. He settled into a nice comfy cross-legged position, and put Cortieball securely in his lap.

He tried to replicate the search for the Visible Spectrum View. Two tries flavored by constant mental cussing later, he finally found the C-SPACE ENTRY button he'd missed in his earlier fumbling.

Cyberspace bloomed in his mind, all neon outlines and utter blackness beyond. As he squinted in the new landscape, he spotted distant shapes in the darkness past the glowing walls of his immediate area.

Three large pixilated skulls hovered in front of him. One sported an equally pixilated eyepatch, while the other had animated red-and-blue flames playing across its face. The third gleamed a brilliant silver which rippled lazily from gunmetal gray to dazzling platinum.

Hacker recognized them as the ones he'd seen earlier. Then he wondered how he'd assumed they were hostiles when they looked like flying retro-ware hacker icons instead of Citadel programs. He mentally shook his head. His brain's been through a lot right now. Best to forgive and move on.

Moe: Yo.

Curly: DUUUDE that is a sick-ass avatar.

Larry: DAAAAAAMN man that makes me look like a sad troll.

Hacker: Oh? What do I look like?

The pirate-decorated skull spat out a gleaming metallic mirror which unfolded, then floated to hang between it and Hacker. He stared at it, then reeled backwards while screaming in horror.

He looked like a hyper-realistic neon green skull, complete with glittering fractal-covered orbs for eyes, and crackling lines of energy for teeth.

“WHAUGH!”

He blinked as the regen room swam into view in front of him. He glanced about wildly as Goggles eyed him quizzically.

“Dude, you okay?”

All three Reavers burbled mischievously. Hacker quickly rearranged his disarrayed Super-Reaver limbs back around him, and forced himself to settle down. Cortie stared up at him with confusion.

“Eh, not a big deal. I just...”

Larry: Little avatar shock heh heh heh.

Moe: I guess skulls aren't your thing huh?

Hacker shot the Stooge an irritated glare as he straightened. Goggles snickered as she realized what the Stooges meant, shaking her head with a lopsided grin.

“Big bad Super-Reaver scared of his own face,” he heard her mutter.

He flipped her the bird. She folded her arms while still chuckling. He rolled his eyes, then turned to the Stooges.

“I can change that, right? Is there a menu for those kinda things?”

Moe: Oh yeah sure it's probably the same on your stuff as ours. Look for Avatar Customization. You could prolly set it back to your old c-space avatar. Go to the menus before coming back, ok?

Hacker: Okay, will do.

Moments later, he found the menu he'd been looking for, and plowed into the customization options. Another few moments got him a decent replica of his old c-space avatar – a copy of his younger self's appearance with simplified polygons making up its shape. It was very in with the pixel-rave style at the time of Citadel, something he remained fond of even when it was forty years out of date.

Once he was sure he had his appearance the way he wanted it, Hacker returned to cyberspace.

The skulls looked him up and down, then nodded in unison.

Moe: Totally you, dude.

Larry: Yo Hacker, welcome back. Smart move going with your old Citadel look.

Curly: Oooh likin' the whole pixel-retro getup there. Sweet.

Hacker: Thanks. Suprised you guys even remember that interview I showed it in. Some things...eh...back to business. So where are we? Local regen-room c-space or a junction?

Hacker peered about the room. The walls here glowed from deep blue-green grid, rippling with lines of energy and code. One set of green lines pulsed horizontally from the left to the right, while a set of blue lines pulsed vertically from top to bottom. Code streamed along the lines here and there, sparking blue and purple pixels where they intersected. Beyond them lay a rippling black nothingness, which was a real feat of virtual rendering - he registered it as both a squirming solid surface and a complete utter void.

A quick scan with his software told him the walls were made of a super-dense, multi-layered ICE that would require considerable time and processing power to crack. It was the cyberspace equivalent of bending a black hole into the shape of a room. No signals got out past it, and no signals got inside.

Moe: Actually, both. It's the Med room but Cortie stuck a junction in for us. Asked us to monitor it for her. Keep out any skeeveware or whatever else her bitchzilla fork stuck in the station. As for the room? It's rigged as a Max-Sec Area surrounded by sickass ICE walls. Cortie's stuff.

Curly: It's wicked strong. She also put in in this network of high-end EMF blockers, so no signals get in or out of the area. You basically walk inside and you don't exist, as far as the station cares. Might as well be a Faraday Cage. Cept a Faraday Cage is like, Stone Age shit compared to this.

Larry: The defense perimeter is ten meters in all directions past the doorway. She took out all the cameras between the elevator and here to help with that. So the station and by extension, Crazyfork, doesn't know what you've been doing with a dead Super-Reaver. Heh heh heh.

Curly: OK back to the present, kids. Look to your left, Hacker. That's all the regenerator systems. You'll see the other operations systems as little diamonds around the room. They'll shoot data around here and there. Don't interrupt 'em. They'll bork up systems in the room if they don't get their bits and bytes.

Larry: You got into the junction when you popped in the first time cause you were just outside the doorway and inside the perimeter. So long as you're in the perimeter or in the room, you'll pop up in here whenever you reload. Got all that?

Hacker: With you so far.

Larry: If you go outside of all this, you ain't popping up here, and well, I'm not gonna speculate on that. Cause FUBARDAN.

Hacker: Oh. Thanks.

He turned to face four large glowing green wireframe boxes lined in a row. Within them moved dozens of shapes resembling bones or organs made up of very tiny flickering pixels. They floated in groups, resembling stacks of Tetris blocks coming together in lines as the regenerators went through their restorative work. Once the icon of an organ or other biological system turned from red, through yellow, and finally green, it dropped from the top of the box into orderly rows of green items at its bottom.

One box had more green icons piled at its bottom than the other, with a timer indicating sufficient cycles to equal roughly fifteen minutes. Judging from the patient picture plastered across one of the box's walls in bright black-and-yellow, Hacker guessed he was looking at Rebecca's regenerator. The other three boxes indicated bodies in worse shape – particularly the one for Suzi.

Not too different from the other regenerator icons I've seen...hmm...basically just higher-resolution, and higher complexity to match. Hokay. Making more sense here now.

Nodding to himself, Hacker did a slow 180-degree turn. Now that he had a better sense of how this higher-resolution c-space worked, he could figure out what everything was.

He quickly recognized the assorted software and data-input icons for the replicator hovering in an orderly multi-colored sphere to one corner. Then he spotted the flat blue-gray diamond shapes of the local systems icons – life-support, lighting, temperature control, gravity, and the doorway. Indicators glittered and flashed from their surfaces in shades of red, yellow, and green. Data, arranged in lines of bright geometric icons, flicked between them in orderly rows of pixels zipping across the room's c-space.

The systems' indicators were mostly green, except for a haphazard flicker between red and orange glowing from the doorway's diamond. Data sputtered erratically from it to the other systems. An error icon blinked above it, indicating some sort of software conflict with the outer doorway mainframe in the station. He was too far away to read its message to be sure.

Then came a familiar sight hovering in the empty space between the regenerators' systems and the replicator's.

A familiar cone, twice the size of his c-space avatar, drifted lazily near him. Its smooth surface shone a dark gray covered in tidy blue and gray lines. A staticky face stared at him from its flat circular top, its eyes wide with horror. Unlike SHODAN's avatar from Citadel's cyberspace, this cone didn't have the curving tentacles along its top at quarter-intervals. Nor did it emit SHODAN's characteristic green glow.

Hacker: Damn, Cortie. You're definitely locked down. Oh. Right, you can't talk. S-sorry.

He watched as the cone continued its slow floating trajectory, nearly bouncing off a flitting data icon racing between a regenerator and the replicator. Its face flicked through several expressions – horror, anger, sadness, hopefulness, and then sadness again.

He glanced to his cyberspace weapons menu, noting that a Super-Reaver had a lot more options than he ever did on Citadel. Pulsers. Megapulsers. Rapid-fire virus projectiles. Energy beams for weakening ICE shields. ICE picks, even.

Between his loadout and his Super-Reaver capabilities, Hacker would likely survive whatever battering Cortie's ethics systems put him through long enough to get her free. The problem was more how close he'd have to get to Cortie to send that code to her.

Hacker: Okay guys. If I get close to her, the ethics params are gonna pick me up as an intruder and start shooting. My range on the filesend is about the same as her brain-rootkit system, so I'm gonna have to chance it on the range to get null.ethic to her.

Moe: Right.

Hacker: Fan out and try to keep any projectiles or shit from hitting regenerator systems. It's gonna get ugly real quick in here.

Larry: Gotcha.

Moe: Good idea, that.

Curly: We'll back you up if you need it.

Well, here goes nothing.

Hacker headed towards the tumbling cone, pulsers at the ready.

Intruder detected. No Tri-Optimum authorizations activated. Security systems online, spoke a familiar voice – SHODAN's flat pre-hack voice – as the ethics systems' ICE suddenly activated. A glowing blue bubble popped into existence, encapsulating Cortie's cone.

Hacker: Figures. Let's see if I can punch a hole in that...

Hacker opened fire with both the pulser in one hand while holding an ICE pick in the other.

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You Found My Arms Not a Moment Too Soon

He was supposed to be focused on work. He was supposed to be finishing his notes on these case files. He was supposed to be prepping for the trial in two days. But he couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful little brown curls bouncing around his office pretending she was flying.

You had been stuck at work and couldn’t pick up your little girl from Kindergarten today. So he had said he would pick her up from school today and bring her to his office while he finished up work. He didn’t mind. He loved that little girl in ways he never thought he would be able to love someone. He never thought he’d have kids in his life. He wanted them sure. But with his work and his past experience with relationships, he had just accepted that he would be on his own for the rest of his life. That is until you walked into his life.

You had quite literally walked into his life. You were walking down the sidewalk trying to keep your child from smearing ice cream all over her shirt and he had his nose in his phone. You had bumped into each other and you kept apologizing. He gave you a smile and told you it was his fault.

“It was my fault. I really should quit texting and walking and watch where I’m going. Rafael Barba” He held out his hand to you.

“Y/N, Y/F/N. Nice to meet you.”

He looked down at your little girl and crouched down to her ice cream covered face. “And who might you be?”

“I’m Sadie! I’m 4″ She held up four fingers and flashed the most adorable grin he had ever seen. He was hooked right then.

“Hi Sadie, I’m Rafael, but you can call me Rafi.” She giggled. You smiled down at her. She was usually very wary around men. This was the first man she had met that she didn’t immediately run and hide behind your leg. He had asked you to lunch the next day and invited Sadie as well. One date turned into a year and a half and living together.

He watched from his desk as Sadie bounced from couch to chair to chair and back around to the couch. Somehow while he was thinking back on how you’d met, she had managed to move the chairs closer to the couch and was now pretending the floor was lava. He looked at the case files, he wasn’t getting any work done today.

“Princesa be careful!”

“I ammmmmmmm being careful Da-- I mean Rafi! But the floor is lava!” She stared at him like he should know this. He just laughed. You had his heart, but this little girl had him wrapped around her finger. She hadn’t had the greatest introduction to men. Her father wanted nothing to do with her anymore. Rafael had to admit he liked it more than he thought he would whenever she made little slip ups calling him daddy. He wanted nothing more than to be this little girl’s father. He opened one of his desk drawers and stared at its contents and then looked back at Sadie then looked at the clock. You would be here any minute now.

“Sadie come over her.”

“I can’t! The floor. is. laaaavaaaa. You have to come rescue me with your special magic lava-proof shoes.”

“Oh ok. My special magic lava shoes. I forgot I was wearing them.”

“Lava-prooooooooooof shoes. Not lava shoes, Rafi! They aren’t made of lava. That’s just silly.”

He started over towards her and picked her up from one of the chairs by the arms and swung her around. “Oh sorry lava-proof shoes.” She was a fit of giggles. He pulled her up higher and hugged her to him and sat down on the couch. Once she was sitting on his lap he started tickling her until her laughs became almost screeches. He sat her down next to him and she hugged him.

“So princesa, I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“Am I in trouble?”

“Oh no no no” Not that he had the heart to punish this child even if she was. “No sweetie I want to talk about your mommy and me.”

“Ok”

“Do you like that me and your mommy are together? And living with me?”

“Yes Rafi! I love you and mommy!”

“And you know that I love you and your mommy right?”

“Mhmm” She stared up at him with big blue eyes. “Cuz you give me butterfly kisses at bedtime and give me hugs and play lava monster with me.” She stood up on the couch next to him and started giggling as she leaned forward to give him butterfly kisses. That had become their thing because while she was more welcoming to him at first, she still was nervous about him giving her hugs and kisses. He leaned in and wrapped her up in a hug, then sat her down on his lap.

“So Sadie I have a very big question to ask you. Is it okay if I ask your mommy to marry me?”

Her eyes went wide. “Does that mean you would be my daddy?”

“Only if you want me to be.”

She started bouncing up and down. “And I can call you daddy instead of Rafi?”

“Of course, princesa.”

She hopped off of his lap and turned to look at him. She started giggling and clapping and dancing around. Then she turned and looked at the door.

“Rafi wants to be my new daddy, mommy!” Rafael turned to look at the door to see tears streaming down your face. He had timed it perfectly. You had heard every word but stood silently in the doorway. You thought you were being sneaky but he knew that you were there. Sadie finally saw that you were crying. “Mommy why are you sad?”

“I’m not sad, baby. Sometimes people cry when they are happy.” When you looked back at Rafael he was down on one knee.

“So SadieBug, can I be your daddy?” He opened up a small ring box that had a ring in it just her size. She squealed but looked to you for a yes. You couldn’t get a word out, you just nodded your head. She ran back to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He put the ring on her tiny finger. “Okay SadieBug now I have to ask your mommy an important question.”

“Mommy say yes! You get sparkly things if you do!” You chuckled. She obviously had her priorities set. You turned from her to Rafael who had dropped back down to his knee.

“Y/F/N, I love you more than I have ever loved another person in this world. From the moment you ran into me outside the ice cream store, I knew I wanted you in my life. I can’t imagine a life without the both of you in it. It gets hard to breathe when I try. You are smart and funny and keep me on my toes. I promise to love and protect you and your beautiful daughter for as long as I am living.” He could feel the tears prickling at his eyes as he tried to fight them. But it was useless as they slowly trickled down his cheek. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Every kind, stubborn, beautiful, loving part. You are such an amazing mother and now I’m asking you…” He grabbed the other box that had been in his desk drawer. “to be my wife. Will you marry me?”

You walked over to where he was kneeling as he rose to his feet. “Yes!” was all you could manage to choke out between sobs. He put the ring on your finger and then pulled you to him. You clutched to him. He had found you when you had given up hope. You were so content with your life with Sadie who was now jumping up and down on the couch. He saw you and your daughter and didn’t turn the other way like so many before. This man had bent over backwards for your daughter. Any time you would start to doubt yourself, he was right there to remind you exactly who you were and how loved you were. He put the two of you before himself always. He walked into your life at the perfect time. And now you got to spend the rest of your life with him.

He leaned down and kissed you. But before things could get too out of hand, your five-year-old ran over and squeezed her way in between you. Rafael leaned down to pick her up and included her in the hug. This was your family. This was your happy place. This was what you had always dreamed of.

The three of you walked out of the office. You clutching tight to his arm. Rafael carrying Sadie.

“Are you happy, mommy?” You looked up at her. “Yes baby, I’m happy.”

“Are you happy too, daddy?” One of the biggest grins you had ever seen spread across his face.

“Yes, SadieBug, I am very happy.”

“Me too!”

She hugged his neck again. Yes, this was what you had always dreamed of.

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