a/n:This is actually so shit im so sorry, it was supposed to be something else but it became this. please comment and reblog if you like it i love feedback :3
Fluffity Fluff, ume being clueless and whipped, tsubaki and hiragi are besties i love them sm
It was cold, when you'd first met him. He must've been around fifteen, flung to the ground after a brawl. He had seen you in his peripheral, his vision was blurry.
Like a movie scene, you had entered his line of view, the sun shining behind you as you knelt down beside him, holding his head up and saying something he couldn't hear.
He woke up in his bed later. Sensei was sitting on a chair to his right, and to his left, you. The both of you were chatting animatedly and Sensei was soothing your worry, In fact, it was quite normal for Umemiya to come back to the institution beaten up and bloody.
He coughed and your gaze fell on him, your eyes widening, "You're alright!" you exclaimed.
'You have a goal', his mind provided, he couldn't be distracted by frivolous things like partners and love.
But gosh, you were so pretty. You were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.
Your wide eyes sparkled when he smiled, "I am, aren't I. Thanks to you."
Sensei huffed, "Damn right, Ume. She shouted for help until one of the girls ran back here to get me. She was about to carry you on her shoulders."
Now his eyes widened, and he looked at you in surprise.
"Please, as if I would be able to carry him. He's really strong." you scoffed.
Ume had been called strong by many people, and it was a fact that he had accepted. He needed to be strong to change Furin.
So why in hell was he feeling so warm, all of a sudden?
He looked down, focusing on the pattern of his blanket. Bruised knuckles brushing against the soft wool.
"I am glad you're okay." you smile, "And thank you for having me, sir." you nod at the smiling scruffy-haired blonde opposite you, "I'll take my leave."
"Wait!" the words fall out of his mouth before he knows what he's going to say next.
You turn around and he freezes. He freezes like a little rabbit.
"Uhm." he looks away, a deep flush on his cheeks. He doesn't see Sensei trying not to laugh, "I don't even know your name! How will I see you again?"
You laugh, and it's like wind chimes. You give him your name and it sounds like it belongs in his lips.
'That is so cheesy', his fifteen year old brain mocks, 'What is wrong with you?'
"I'll see you in town, Umemiya-kun."
The next day, the boy looks for you like a panting deer in search for water.
When he finds you and you smile at him, he realizes two things.
He likes you :D
Shit. He likes you.
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He kisses you on his sixteenth birthday a day after you hand him a potted flower and a handwritten letter.
"Take care of it, Ume!" you had said on the messy, dirty rooftop of Furin, "It holds my feelings for you." The flower is a white-lily to match his hair and the letter smells of your perfume that he has grown to love.
He races to you after he reads the letter, a letter that says nothing about your feelings for him, but contains all the hopes you have for him.
'I hope you achieve everything you desire' He runs down the steps, two at a time, his hand burning as he scraps it on the rusty railing.
'I hope you never lose the fight in you. The resolve I admire so much.' his lungs burn, he's always hated running, but he presses on.
'I hope that you know that you are loved by so many.' he can see you from one of the windows, waving goodbye to Hiragi at the gate.
'I will never forget you as long as I live.'
"Wait!" he shouts again, like the younger boy on the bed, desperate to know you.
You turn again, your eyebrows raised at his panting form.
"Wait, " he groans, god he hates running, "Give me a second." he coughs and you giggle.
Hiragi slowly backs away with an eyeroll, he doesn't hide the small smirk on his face.
A moment later, Umemiya takes your hand in his, "I, uh. Your letter."
"Yes? Did you read it?"
He nods frantically, "Thank you. For everything."
You tilt your head, "Do you know what White Lilies stand for?"
He clears his throat, "Um, not really?" he winces.
"THEY STAND FOR LOVE, YOU IDIOT!" Tsubaki shouts, Hiragi standing next to him, covering his face in embarrasment.
He looks to you, his eyes a little wide.
You smile at Tsubaki and he winks at you.
"You love me?"
You look away, "I have, for a while. And-"
Whatever words you're about to say never come to light because Umemiya holds your face in his hands and brings your lips to his. Goal be damned, he was a fool for ever thinking that love was frivolous. Fool, his mind cackles, how could this ever be stupid? How can your hands in his hair be stupid? how can your smile when he pulls away be stupid?
It is love that makes him live, he realizes, Love for the town, for the people, for you. It makes every punch worth it.
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Umemiya plants the white-lily you gave him. There are still white lilies, two years later, along with your favorite flower, planted side by side in the garden he grew on Furin's rooftop.
He tends to them in the mornings along with Sugishita and he takes a picture and sends it to you.
"I can't wait! Sugishita!" he exclaims as the younger boy nods, his eyes sparkling. He looks up to you as well, you are always so kind to him.
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One thing about being the partner of the leader of the Furin is that when you’re out in the streets, you’re never alone.
Ume, bless his sweet heart, worried endlessly about you. His sweet, soft spoken angel, who hated conflict. True enough, you did hate conflict.
He made sure at least one person was shadowing you or escorting you anywhere, but most of the time he himself would be by your side, hand around your waist and a smile on his face.
It was a lovely evening, and you’d both been having a coffee over at Pothos, with Kotoha rolling her eyes at his cheesiness and smiling sweetly at you.
After that, Ume had taken you to his favourite bookstore and helped you pick out a book to read with him. He grinned excitedly when you kissed pecked his cheek over and over in gratitude.
Ume thought you were the literal incarnation of sunlight. Though soft spoken and gentle, you were so bubbly and positive and always making everyone feel at ease. It was why he’d fallen for you. It was alsowhy he was so insanely protective of you. Your goodness didn’t deserve to be taken advantage of, and he’d be damned if he let anyone hurt you.
It was on the way back from the bookstore, he’d left you for a second to talk to one of the patrolling groups on the other end of the street, when you heard a shrill whistle in your direction.
You almost got whiplash with how fast you snapped to look in the direction of the asshole. Some leather-clad punk was staring at you with a sly smirk.
“Wanna man to show you a good time?” he winked and your eyes widened.
Since you were looking at the man, you didn’t see your boyfriend slowly turn to see what the fuck was happening.
“Shut the fuck up, you second rate cowboy-wannabe bitch. You look like you’re a six year old dressed up for halloween.” you glared at the man who’s smirk dropped.
“The hell did you say, bitch?” he raised his voice.
“You heard exactly what i said, second rate fuckass!” you shouted, “Go the fuck home and leave me alone.”
He began walking over, a snarl leaving his mouth. But before he could reach you, you felt a comforting presence behind you. The man froze, his eyes now as big as saucers.
“You’re with him?” he exclaimed, dumbfounded.
“ None of your fucking business, I said fuck off, bitch!” you shout again and Umes hand pats your shoulder.
The man grumbles, looking behind you and then scurries away like a scared rabbit.
You turn around to see Ume staring at you, his eyebrows raised.
“You’re scary when you’re angry, baby.” he shivered and you giggled, the fight from before dissipating in you as you lean into his embrace, “I’ve never heard you swear. I was so shocked I actually froze.”
“Really?”
“Look behind me.” he murmurs and you look past his shoulder to see about five to six Furin guys stare at you nervously.
You wave and their eyes widen before they wave back hesitantly.
“They seem scared.”
“Of you.” Ume nuzzles your head, “I’m so proud of you, I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
“Eh.” you shrug, “I’m just glad I’m with you now.”
“Please never ever shout at me, ever. I’d actually die.” he pouts.
You plant a swift kiss to his pouty lips, after which a pretty rosy blush settles on his cheeks as his hides his face in his hands, struggling to say anything while you laugh.
“Pretty boy, you’re too sweet. I’d never raise my voice at you.”
a/n:my first jjk fic! this is all over the place i’m so sorry! weird time skips, this fic spans months btw, angst, non sorcerer!reader, probably ooc geto, scratch that INCREDIBLY ooc geto, but he’s my boy idc
The first time he sees you, he’s at a fast food joint. Satoru is going ham on a burger like the pig he is, mayonnaise smeared on the tip of his nose as he all but inhales his food.
The expression on his face as he gawks concerned at his friend is one to be framed.
It’s also what makes you, who is seated on the table opposite, snort out a laugh. one that makes him look at you. you and the smile you’re trying to hide.
The first thing he notices about you are your mischievous eyes. lovely ones that are creased in silent laughter. then your crinkled nose. and the your downturned lips.
His own quirk as his head tilts a little to look at you more intently. pretty, his mind supplies as you tuck strands of messy hair behind your ears as you munch the last of your fries.
Gojo tracks his gaze and grins.
“Hehe, Suguru.” he teases, “she’s pretty.”
isnt she just. Suguru thinks, but out loud he says, “shut up, satoru." with a roll of his eyes. They soften as he looks at you again only to widen when he sees that you're already looking at him.
You look away instantly, hiding your face from him.
Pretty, he thinks again, and he can’t stop thinking about you for a while.
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The second time he encounters you is a surprise. He fully expected to never see you again, but here you are, smiling up at him as you hand him a piece of paper and walk away to where your friend giggles and takes your hand and leads you to a store.
Away from him. Careful fingers unfold the piece of paper:
:) you’re cute.
His cheeks feel warm as he scratches the back of his neck with a small smile. Suddenly he’s pushed forward as the weight of another crashes into him from behind.
Satoru grins at the note in Sugurus hand, “She leave her number or what?”
Suguru looks down at the note again, and right next to your sweet words are hastily scrabbled digits. He grins with yet another blush, “Mhmm.”
Satoru laughs at the expression on his best friends face, “Shoko’s going to rag you.”
He looks away with a roll of his eyes.
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His first conversation/date with you is hilarious. Over a cup of steaming tea, he convinces you that the school he attends is a retreat for where children are to learn the harsh realities of life. A sort of military school.
He supposes he’s not really wrong about that.
When you ask him what crime hes committed for his family to send him to a place like this, he laughs. Says that the only crime he’s ever committed is that a year ago, he contemplated bleaching his hair so that he could try and dye it.
You gasp, a sweet hushed, “No!” escapes your pouty lips, “Your beautiful hair!”
He chuckles, lying down in his bed and staring at the ceiling, replaying your words over and over again.
Maybe next time he’ll tell you how pretty he thinks you are. Maybe next time he’ll buy you that chocolate stuffed bun you were making eyes at.
He drifts off to sleep with a smile on his face. His hair splayed out over his pillow.
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‘hope ur doing good :3’
Instant messaging is such a blessing, he thinks as he types his reply to you:
‘i’d be better if u were here :)’
Gosh he’s being such a sap. He can already imagine you look away from your phone with a smile as you cover your face and roll your eyes..
He’s had only two physical dates with you so far, but he uses his free time to talk to you and you only, acknowledging Satoru’s antics and Shoko’s quips with a quirk of his lips and a nod of his head.
Satoru flicks his forehead sharply, drawing him out of his mushy headspace that’s full of flowers and scented candles and thoughts of you. He mumbles a curse at his best friend, who only teasingly whistles, making Shoko laugh at how flushed Suguru currently is.
“When’re you gonna introduce us, Suguru?” Satoru questions with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“You idiots will scare her off if i introduce her to you this quick. We just started dating.” he mumbles, shutting his phone.
The flashing lights of the arcade only make you look more lovely, he thinks as you smile at him after he takes your hand.
The others are somewhere on the other side of the complex and he'd snuck away to meet you, eyes crinkling when he saw you win a round of space crusaders for a little kid who grinned and hugged your legs.
"You're staring." you hum, as you lead him through the arcade.
He scoffs, "You're delusional."
"You're so getting ragged!"
The both of you turn around to see Gojo Satoru, with the biggest grin on his face, his hand on his hip and his phone positioned to take a photo.
Suguru groans, "Ugh. Ignore him, he's annoying." he tries to walk away.
"Hi!" you wave with a smile, "I'm guessing you like burgers?"
Gojo laughs, his hand coming to rest on Suguru's shoulder, “Hey, yourself. I like burgers just as much as Suguru over here fancies you!”
Suguru elbows the boy and you snicker, introducing yourself to the white-haired boy who winks at you and gives you his name.
Is the rest history?
Not quite.
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He worries about you sometimes. When he sees you so selflessly help someone, or when you give up your seat for another when they wouldn’t do the same for you. He doesn’t mind that you’re going to have to sit on his lap for a bit, but he worries. Because you’re so good. So kind. The type of selfless that will only lead to you getting hurt.
Shoko’s surprisingly become close to you. It’s absurd, how you’re from a world so different and yet you gel so well with them. How even Satoru, someone who held disdain for the weak, warms up to you.
It might have been the sweets you’d bought him from your hometown, but that’s another story.
Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and thinks it’s all a dream. That you can’t possibly be real, but then his eyes catch the poster you’d bought him and he smiles.
He thinks you’re too good for this world. For him.
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Markets are crowded. It’s a fact. A fact he’s known since he was a child and came to help his mother. He’s used to the shuffling. But today for some reason, he can’t seem to bear the noise. The shouting, the yelling, the shoving. Akin to the clapping that’s been playing over and over in his mind.
His hand holds yours, and you’re guiding him through the crowd. You don’t say much, you haven’t said much since he’d met you today. He’s been exceptionally reserved, for lack of a better term. It’d been an asswipe of a mission, the curse leaving a disgusting aftertaste in his mouth that stayed even after he scrubbed his tongue, swashed mouthwash and chewed gum. The memories of a young girl and a man with a gun and his dying best friend all too fresh in his head.
You’re not a person who pushes. Who demands that he tell you exactly what’s going on with him. But you know when he down. He feels guilty when he doesn’t talk much because he knows it makes you feel like you’ve done something wrong.
So he takes your hand in his and asks you to guide him through the market because he’s tired and can’t think.
Second to Satoru, he’s the strongest. But he can be just him, with you. He can rely on you to power through a fuckass crowd, he can hold onto you like you’re the anchor in the storm.
And when someone shoves into you, almost separating the two of you without so much as an apology, he stands still, stunned at the uncharacteristic anger on your face.
“Oi!” you shout at the stranger who turns back, an eyebrow raised, “Watch where you’re going, you dropped your shit!”
Suguru’s prepared to step in if things escalate, if you throw the bag of fruit at the mans face. But you just walk up to him, your mouth still in a frown.
Shoving the bag into the man’s hand, you say, “Don’t bump into people like that.”
The man stutters an apology, lowering his head before stumbling away through the crowd.
“Asshole.” you mutter before turning back around and smiling at him.
He’s never wanted to kiss you more.
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He leaves one night, after holding you close to him on a park bench and breathing your scent in.
You hold his hand tight, a bracelet he’d given you snug on your wrist.
The park is dark, the moonlight illuminates your face as you look up at him. Your other hand cups his cheek and for the last time, Suguru kisses you. He kisses you and kisses you. His eyebrows are furrowed and his hands are in your hair. He kisses you till he can’t breathe.
,“You’re too kind for this world. Too good.” he whispers, “Why are you the way that you are?” he nudges your cheek, his eyes closed as he nuzzles you.
“Most people suck.” you say, “They give people bad experiences and ruin their days. I’m not too kind, Suguru.” your fingers trace his features, “I just try not to ruin their day.”
“The bar is low.” he murmurs, “Would you like it if the people who sucked didn’t exist?”
You snort, “I guess. But that would also mean my parents wouldn’t exist. Or some of my teachers, or sometimes even me.” you look into his eyes, “No one good is ever truly good, Sugu. And no one bad is ever truly bad.”
He breathes in when you say that, his eyes softening when he sees you smile, “You enamour me, you know that?” he murmurs.
When he hugs you goodbye, he whispers in your ear, “I love you.”
You hold it close to your heart. It’s the last thing he ever says to you.
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“Geto-sama! Wake up! It’s late!” Nanako’s shrill cries pull him out of his slumber.
He doesn’t jolt awake or sit up straight, his eyes open slowly, sunlight kisses his skin, akin to your warmth. He clenches his jaw, where the whispers of your peppered kisses will always stay.
His back groans as he sits up, hes aging. A reminder that his life is not what it used to be. And you are not next to him.
He scoffs, it doesn’t matter where you are, whether you’re alive or dead. He cracks his knuckles before patting Nanako’s head with a smile and padding to the bathroom.
Geto Suguru lost all affection for inferior beings, monkeys. He sees them as weeds to be plucked out of the earth, trampled on and burnt. And that is what he will do.
He will ensure that every non sorcerer is exterminated, and he will revel in their suffering. He will lead his followers and curses to a glorious battle to create a better world. He will make merry with his family and smile at his daughters actions.
But when it is quiet, and he is alone with only him and his thoughts. Geto Suguru will remember his life before.
His life with his best friends. His life with you. And he will close his eyes and sleep again, his dreams filled with you and Satoru and Shoko. Of memories of cake and singing and birthdays and your hands in his.
i was inspired by @allysunny 's fic where miguel watches snow white and i loved it so much its literally so wholesome. GO READ IT.
and after that i watched a lotr fanart reel with the evenstar theme and i began to wonder how mig would like Lord of the Rings. cuz he has to if the relationship is going to work im sorry-
So here's the product of my labour lmfao im doing the first movie only because this would be way too long if it was all three
MIGUEL WATCHES LOTR(extended edition ofc)
-I feel like he'd come across you either looking at fanart or edits of the characters and be intrigued.
-"what's that, tesoro?" nosy mf he'd smush onto your shoulder from behind, your hair ticking his nose lightly.
"it's lord of the rings, babe. how have you-"
and you realise mans is from 2099 how tf is he going to know what lord of the rings is.
and thats how you end up sitting in front of the tv at 8am in the morning with tea and breakfast and the shire theme playing from the tv.
-"They're dwarves?" Miguel asks when he sees Frodo next to Gandalf
"No, they're Hobbits."
"But Hobbits are basically dwarves?"
"Nope, different race, honey." you kiss his cheek as his eyes squint in confusion.
=Merry and Pip remind him of ahem certain spider people
-He gasps when Bilbo disappears and is like wtf when he sees him reappear and have a meltdown over the ring.
-He gasps AGAIN when you tell him that gandalf actually left frodo in the shire for 17 years and not like a few hours or days
-gets annoyed at merry and pippin AGAIN
-fucking loves samwise but thinks he needs a bit more spine(give him a chance wait till the end of the series)
-he will raise an eyebrow at you trying to stop your squeal when looking at the first glimpse of this strider and his pipe.
-i feel like the nazgul would freak him out(just a little but its the horses)
-THE HORSES i feel like he wont give af honestly about them because he can co exist with widow on the team but since he has the phobia he wouldnt fawn over them(not me pssh i love the pretty horsies)
-absolutely thinks frodo is going to die when hes stabbed by the nazgul
-his eyes widen when arwen our queen rides in and you squeal again
-he admires arwen and her abilities, that scene with the river and the nazgul makes his jawdrop.
-"tesoro i like this movie." "slut" "im YOUR slut" *mwah*
-he loves the rivendell and the set design is honestly breathtaking he gets so into it
-arwen and aragorn are adorable and he holds you tighter when the flashback scene between them is shown
-you clap when you see legolas ride in and he sideeyes you yet AGAIN
-sees the appeal tbh
-he loves that you're so passionate about something and want to share it with him and he sees it as an honour that you're willing to do this, spend an entire day watching a movie series with him its baffling to him
-you on the other hand get worried that he finds it boring but then when he gets into it youre ecstatic that he likes it too and you both can enjoy something thats so close to your heart.
-it can be hard to relate to someone who's so different from you, like mans is spiderman, a geneticist, leads an elite strike dedicated to the multiverse-
-but you both gel in a lot of ways (which is why dude loves you and would die for you and kill for you either way what bliss)despite leading such different lives and now there's one more thing you can bond over and it fills you with happiness and you have to snuggle into him and he holds you tighter in response, smooching the top of your head
-absolutely despises boromir at first(it changes)
-thinks elrond is bossy asf(look whos talking babe)
-he gets worked up when boromir starts coveting the ring and is like he should die
-sniffs when the man actually dies in such a heroic way
-i think he has to cover his mouth when aragorn finds boromir and kisses his forehead because its such an emotional scene and this man has gone through such loss and probably similar things in his own battlefield except he wishes he could have given his teammates better goodbyes.
-when the movie ends yk the way it does he immediately puts on the next one.
-"babe wait i have to pee!" "pee fast then and come back!" *pats your ass as you walk past him and you try to swat him because that doesnt help after holding in your pee for like 3 damn hours
-he really likes it and he loved experiencing it with you, listening to your commentary sometimes, rolling his eyes lovingly when you grin at aragorn or legolas or sam or arwen, but he loved it even more because it was a piece of you that was bared to him and he accepted it and loved it too because it was YOU
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TW: panic attack, self-deprecating thoughts, i've literally inserted myself into this fic, comparison, fear of failure, lots of crying, anger. might have errors idk.
REPOSTING BECAUSE TAGS WEREN'T WORKING FOR LIKE 2 MONTHS AND I WAS TOO LAZY~
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It was becoming too much. The stress of exams, the late nights, the constant thought that was playing in your head like some stupid broken record- you're going to fail, you're going to fail, you're going to fail.
And you knew that it was a possibility. While you were able to choose what you wanted to do, you also had one compulsory subject to take-mathematics.
What you were pursuing was journalism, which was the polar opposite of math and the whole reason you chose to be a journalist was because you hated math. And honestly you sucked at it. Your fear of exams and fear of failure didn't exactly help the situation.
You were bent over a rough notebook, trying to solve the stupid problem at around 1 am while Steven was worriedly looking at you periodically from his position opposite you as he read another book.
Ever since you were a kid, you wanted to be like your brothers, who excelled at everything. Your parents never compared you to them, even going so far as to scolding you for even thinking that you weren't as good as them. But you knew the truth, you knew that every time they saw the C or D appear in your report card for mathematics or science, they'd wonder why you were the way you were.
Maybe it was true, maybe it wasn't. What was true was the fact that, that was what you thought. Why can't I be as good as them?
When they were in 10th, one of them was head boy, he was in a band, he had people swooning over him, he was loved by teachers and students alike, and on top of that, he got over 95 percent in everything. While the other was house captain, won awards, was respected. And again, got 95 percent in everything.
And you? when you were in 10th, you lost the student elections, you weren't as good at sports as you used to be, you sucked at math and science 'the important subjects' and the only awards you used to win weren't for amazing things. Everyone you had a crush on went and dated your best friends and you were left wondering what the hell was wrong with you, why you weren't loved like you wanted to be loved. Why, when you had so much love to give, no one wanted it, not even platonically. You realized the answer. You were not enough. That was how you felt through college and now even in university.
So even when you were assured everyday by your boyfriends, (how you landed them, you had no idea) that they loved you, you had that doubt, that fear. That just like almost everyone in your life, they too would stop wanting your love.
That fear, coupled with the stress and pressure, made you want to burst into tears. And then you'd berate yourself, comparing yourself to them. They handled so much shit in their life, so much pressure, so many life-threatening situations and here you were, panicking at the mere thought of a simple damn exam. Pathetic.
As your answer came wrong, again, you felt like tearing the notebook up and throwing it out the window and then sobbing your heart out because it was too much and you were screaming into your hand because your head was pounding and your hands hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for weeks.
When you felt strong hands pulling your own from your face you realized that you just did what you were thinking about.
Shit. Shitshitshitshit. You ruined their flat, you'd thrown the book out, you disturbed Steven, you made a fool out of yourself, youwere a failure what was wrong with you?
"Love? Love? You're panicking, hey, hey it's okay! Deep breaths darling, in and out." Steven's calm voice filled your senses as he breathed in, his movements accentuated so that you could follow them, and breathed out.
After a while, your breathing was slowed to normal and the man in front of you smiled softly and kissed your forehead.
That little show of affection was enough for you to pull him into a hug as you sank onto your knees, him falling with you as you sobbed into his chest. Your body was shaking and you were sure that his shirt was now ruined with tears and mucus.
"I just want to be good enough." you muttered out between sobs.
Steven froze and his posture changed. From his fisted hands and straight back, you knew that it was now Marc who was rubbing your back and shushing you.
"Baby, you need to stop crying. You're going to get a horrible headache." he murmured, "Come on." he stood up and pulled you up to your feet before hooking his arms behind your legs and carrying you like a little baby. Your arms flew around his neck as you shrieked. Marc carried you to bed and plopped you down, making sure you were comfortable. Before kissing your cheek and lying down beside you.
"Tell me what's wrong, baby." he pushed stray hairs behind your ears.
You breathe deeply, unsure of where to begin, "don't want to make a big deal out of this."
He snorted, "You're not, believe me. Steven, Jake and I just want to know what's wrong. Jake and Steven are so worried."
Tears began to form and he wiped them away, "Don't waste your water."
You choked out an, 'okay' before spilling out everything that was in your brain. The fear, the comparison, the stress, the insecurity.
Unbeknownst to you, Marc had hidden his face in his pillow because he started to cry, and so were Steven and Jake. The fact that you, their beloved girl was feeling so horrible was enough for them to burst into tears.
When you were done, you pulled your shirt collar over your nose and blew so you could actually breathe. Crying was amazing but the stuffed nose wasn't.
The half-lidded eyes and the furrowed eyebrows told you that it was Jake who was now staring at you, as you coughed awkwardly.
"So, yeah. Um- that's it."
Jake shook his head, "Babe. I don't know why you feel this way, and I know that this feeling won't go away for a while. But I need you to know, that you ARE good enough, you are perfect the way you are. Everyone sees that and it breaks our hearts that you can't. I promise that we love you, no matter what. You do not have to prove yourself too us, or to anyone. You are enough, mi amor."
Your eyes began to fill again and your wiped your eyes. Your voice was hoarse as you whispered, "Okay."
He gave you a small smile and pulled you to him.
"I love you." he whispered as he pecked your lips.
"Don't stress, love. We're here." Steven said as he pecked your lips, making you giggle.
"Rest, baby." Marc murmured as he kissed you, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands moved to cup your face.
"Let me change." you said.
"What?" he opened his eyes.
You snorted, "My shirt, and yours too."
He grinned when he saw the smile on your wet face. Your eyes were swollen and you looked so tired. But he swore he had never seen someone as amazing and lovely as you.
After, when you were in his arms, you smiled. Things weren't magically all better and you didn't suddenly feel like the most confident person in the world. But you knew that no matter what, your boys would help you through anything, as would you.
Because that what you do when you love someone, right?
a short drabble that I thought of after i watched the episode, this is my first time writing for joel, or for any pedro character, so yeah! tell me how it is and if i should make another part<3 fem!reader
Of all the ways you imagined this day would go, seeing the man who had been the love of your life again after twenty years was certainly not one of them.
Also the fact that he was currently pointing a gun at you didn't make it any better.
You'd forgive him, wasn't his fault you were wearing a mask in the humid weather of the QZ, who the fuck does that?
"Who the hell are you?" his companion, a woman with reddish brown hair asked. Tess, the one woman all the smugglers in the QZ were shit-scared of. You respected her brutality and grit as well as her drive.
" 'm just passing by, I'm of no harm to the both of you." you replied gruffly, your gun having been snatched by the man you used to call 'daisy' once upon a time ago.
"You're 'just passing by' near the tunnels of the Wall? Bullshit." Joel scoffed.
"I said what I said. What the hell am I going to do now anyway? You have my gun." you raised an eyebrow at him, your hands raised above your head in surrender.
Tess looked at Joel and nodded, and he emptied your gun of its bullets and handed it back to you.
"Asshole." you scoffed.
He stepped closer as you stared him down, "Be thankful, I didn't blow your brains out."
"Thank the lord, Daisy." you rolled your eyes before subtly freezing.
Shit.
His eyes widened, "What the fuck did you just call me?"
"I-I gotta go. Thank you both for not killing me, hope your job goes well. Have a good day." you mock saluted Tess and not looking at Joel, ran immediately. Wherever your legs were taking you.
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Joel stood there, staring at the path you took to leave.
"You okay, Texas?" Tess gently shoves him.
Thank the lord, Daisy
He knew he had heard that voice somewhere. It was carved into the very etches of his brain and the walls of his tired heart, the voice that had been his anchor, that had reassured him. The one that would encourage his daughter and tease him. His sunshine.
He doesn't answer Tess, only nods and walks over to the tunnel. They had a job to finish.
Later, though. After the sun rises and the job's over. He'll remember that voice again, and remember the eyes that bore into his own.
My first Frankie fic! This guy is the actual loml and I've been so nervous about writing for him because I was scared I couldn't do him justice, but here it is! hope ya'll like it! please reblog and comment, it's gives writers inspiration to write more<33 thank you
"Baby, we're going to be late!" Frankie calls out as he goes around the house, switching off all the lights and fans because damn it, he's not going to waste any electricity. Call him cheap, he's careful with money.
"Give me a minute!" your voice answers from the bedroom and he sighs, a mixture of exasperation and love.
This double date with Santi and Yovanna had been long overdue, and since you finally had time off from work, he'd decided to get it over with so that you'd stop feeling bad about postponing it. He knew Santi and Yovanna, they would never mind, in fact, the both of them encouraged you to take a break and stay home but you'd adamantly refused, wanting to get out of the house for something other than work or to the grocery store.
He's about to call out again, but the words fail to fall out his parted lips. He's been married for at least five years, and known you for seven, and yet, every time he sees you coming down the stairs, even if you're dressed or not, he stands transfixed and thanks whoever is up there for you.
For the way you smile at him as you walk towards the door, looking around to check if any lights are on because you know it's what he does.
For the way you kiss him lightly, twice and slap his ass before giggling and grabbing his hand to drag him towards the car.
For the way you are completely and irrevocably his.
Just as he is yours.
He opens the passenger seat and you kiss his cheek as you slide in, "Thank you, honey."
He'll accept your thanks when he's seated and about to buckle himself, as he's always done, with a kiss.
The drive is mostly silent. It's a testament to your love for each other, to be able to have comfortable silence. He doesn't always have to speak, nor do you. Your love for each other transcends words, you allow him into your solitude and he knows it's one of the highest honors he will ever earn. Even as a former soldier.
He's able to see Santi and Yovanna sitting next to each other and talking quite animatedly as he parks the car next to the restaurant and he knows you're looking at them with a smile.
"They're adorable together." you coo. You've always seen Santi as your brother and your joy knew no bounds when he found someone he truly loved. Now, you had both a brother and a sister.
"I know right? I can't believe he's the same man from out wedding." Frankie replies and you grimace slightly, the memory of Santi making out with your maid of honor ten minutes before the ceremony began entering your mind and making you snort.
"He isn't the same man," you say as you get out of the car, "Yovanna's changed him for the better."
"Amen to that." Frankie grumbles and you bark out a laugh.
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You've finally settled in after minutes of hugging each other and friendly exclaims of 'You live!" from Santi, accompanied by affectionate chiding from his wife.
Frankie's sipping his drink and staring aimlessly at the menu as you chat with your friend.
"So, how's it been?" you grin at Yovanna who's looks down and smiles. She and Santi got married a few months ago and the teasing has failed to stop. You know for a fact that her eyebrows will furrow and she'll bite her lip if you called her Mrs Garcia.
"All good, Santi and I have been travelling all over the place. I've always wanted to see the country and it's so beautiful. Being with him makes it so much better." she replies.
"Of course it does, mi alma, it's me we're talking about." Santi winks playfully and you and Frankie laugh as she swats his shoulder.
You look at Frankie then, as he's laughing and teasing his best friend.
He's so fine. It's been seven years and you still feel like you're a kid with her first crush, the way you stare at him like a creep.
It's criminal, the way his eyes light up when Santi orders his favorite food, because of course the guy knows Frankie's preference. It's unreal how the same man who has fought brutal wars and been through unimaginable horrors, still finds the strength to be gentle and caring, almost everyday.
"And you call us lovesick." Yovanna's voice startles you out of your little daydream.
"I know, right?" Santi grins, "The both of you are so much worse, it's not even funny."
As if proving his point, Frankie kisses your temple and flips off Santi.
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He's always loved pasta. The type didn't matter. Macaroni, ravioli, spaghetti. His ma would make it on special occasions, as a treat. And he'd look forward to those days as if they were his birthday.
Pasta has always made life better for him. When you make it, he's going down on his knees for you the moment his finished scarfing it down his throat. When he eats it out, he makes sure to get some parceled if he likes it, so he can eat it later.
So he savours the pasta Santi ordered for him, because it's been his favorite ever since he's stepped into this restaurant. And because he's sitting next to the love of his life, on a date, after literal weeks of seeing you sleep late, eat next to nothing and making you gulp down eight glasses of water a day because you'd rather get fired than actually take of yourself when you're in your element.
It's an amazing sight, he admits, to see you in your element. He shamelessly stares when you're giving an online presentation or when you're walking around the house on a phone call.
But he'd rather have this, you talking to Santi and Yovanna, bitching about your boss who dumps his work on you and cussing the nosy old aunties who make it their business to check if you're having kids any time soon.
Santi tells him about the coordinates Will gave him, and how he ended up throwing the paper away because he'd found his 'treasure'. that shook a laugh out of you, in Australia.
You tell him you're proud of him and Frankie smiles at him, and Santi knows that his best friend is proud of him too.
Yovanna tells you about the time the car broke down in the middle of their road trip and how Santi had to fix it and how he grumbled the entire time because he was expecting a hotel with a pool and not a dusty road and a punctured tire.
"That reminds me of the time Frankie and I were driving to his parent's house and the car broke down. He started swearing like a sailor and then shut up because he realized that his mom was still on the phone." you laugh.
"Oh, i got a telling off that day." Frankie winces.
"His mom's terrifying." Santi agrees.
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The both of you left after dessert, promising them to visit before Frankie started the car and began driving home.
"Faster Francisco, or I'll pee in the goddamn car." you threaten and he laughs but discreetly drives a little faster.
While the food was amazing at the restaurant, the unisex bathrooms were not to your liking, even though you'd begged Frankie to check if they were neat enough, you liked a clean bathroom. Preferably the one in your own house.
Once your reach home and he's safely parked, you fling the door open with a shrill, "Thank you, baby!" as you run inside, unlocking the door impatiently and running upstairs to heaven.
Frankie chuckles as he empties his pockets, his keys, wallet and a few candy wrappers onto the table in the foyer before taking his shoes off and placing them next to yours.
A few minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom with a satisfied sigh, your hands carressng your swollen belly.
"Frankie." you coo and he looks at you from his spot on the sofa. You're in your innerwear and again, he thanks whoever is up there for you.
"Yes, mi amor?" he replies, looking at you intently.
You look at your stomach and smile at him. He walks over and places him hands over yours, "Is it a boy?" he kisses your cheek and the both of you snort very unbecomingly. Because its pasta and ice cream and cake, and even if the both of you aren't ready for someone else to be in there yet, you don't want it to be any other way.
He runs his hand over your little food baby and kisses your neck slowly, " I love you."
The little sigh that leaves your mouth in reciprocation to the sensations blooming because of what your man is doing to you is clear as day,
