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hoshigray · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇[𝐞𝐫]!! | t. fushiguro + s. ryōmen

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Next time, look around the area before you say you find a serial killer attractive. Because you’re about to see what mess your words will have you end up in — and your clothes all torn up.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: serial killers! Toji + Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! - age gap (the reader is in their early 20s) - porn with plot - oral (f! + m! receiving) - threesome - double penetration; anal (first time) & vaginal - restricted movement (hands tied up) - face-sitting - cowgirl dp positions - gun + knife play - choking - spanking - unprotected sex - overstimulation - degradation (brat, broad, slut, whore) - pet names (baby, dollface, good girl, pet, princess) - blackmail/threats - the reader is in an established relationship w/ Nanami - mentions of blood, tears, spit, and drool.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.6k (told you, porn with plot, lol)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: uhhhh happy Friday the 13th, everybody???? blame @ramonathinks for this idea (jk, don't, she's so amazing, ty for pushing me into this, mona bear ♡ and tysm for beta reading; your thoughts mean the world). Haven't done a fic in two months sooooo go easy on me!! Not proofread, so I'll fix stuff l8rrrr

“No.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n! Just answer the question!”

“You’re so fucking sick, you know that!?” You glare at your friend, who slumps on the booth chair with a heavy sigh.

A slight breeze tickles your skin through your comfortable sweatshirts as the leaves on the trees slowly change to autumnal colors, and Halloween decor is already adorning every house and every yard. It was a warm and sunny afternoon on this pleasant Friday. Usually, you’d be cozied up in your apartment enjoying yourself, probably catching up on some horror flicks you missed last year.

But alas, that was not the case. Because you’re a college student. As October has finally rolled around, only one thing prevents you from enjoying this beautiful season — midterms. The thought of it is enough to pull you into a pool of dread. Every day has been one whirlwind after another. Yet, on the bright side, all you have now is one last exam to worry about, and you’ll finally be able to rest this weekend. So here you are, at the diner with your best friend, Shoko Ieiri, completing your papers while eating off your plates to satiate the stress. For the most part, things were going smoothly.

Until the news anchor on the television at the bar relays an announcement…

“…Once again, everyone, please be on the lookout for these two killers on the loose. Three weeks ago, the two recently escaped from their cells, killed three guards, and are still at large. There have been accounts around the state that reported recent sightings of either or both criminals, the recent one being in this county 27 hours ago. So, please, stay safe. The killers are identified to be…”

And Shoko, being the curious person she is, asks you a question that stops your fingers from typing on your laptop: “Do you find those killers hot?”

That’s how you two end up where you are now, groaning at the brunette’s persistence in getting your approval to find two criminals — murderers, even! — attractive.

“Hey, Y/n, I know you hear me.” Shoko snaps their fingers at you while you try to get the assignment done. “Just answer the question: don’t you think those guys are hot.”

“We didn’t come all this way for you to talk about your hybristophilia fantasies.” Facing the Word document, you remind your friend why you’re here in the first place. “Just get back to writing; I wanna finish this and get home.” There’s nothing said afterward for a few seconds, thinking she has finally given up.

However, “First of all,” your eyes close to conceal them rolling behind the lids. “I’m not into hybristophilia; I just know a hot guy when I see one. Second, look at their mugshots. Like, damn, you’ve ever seen anyone so intimidatingly good-looking before? Come on, have a look!”

“You’re such a weirdo,” the click-clacking of your fingertips tapping your keyboard fills the rest of your answer.

Still, she persists. “Y/n, look at the phoooone~”

No words, only tapping keys.

“Y/n?”

The keys become louder.

“Pretty, pretty, pleaseeeee~?”

Louder.

“Y/n!!”

A fist bangs on the booth table as the other closes the laptop shut, sending another glare to the person across from you who holds the phone up. You’ve had it at this point, so you say with a steady breath, “If I look at the dumb mugshots and answer your dumb question, will your dumbass leave me alone and finish your work?” The brunette only puts the phone on the table and slides it your way, giving you big doe eyes and whimpers like a hurt puppy. You sigh with your nostrils as you snatch the phone up, your gaze stationed on the images presented.

The image displayed two mugshots: on the left was a man with raven hair and a scar on the left of his lip. Intense, forest-green orbs contrast the black strands that cover his forehead. The mugshot letter board below him is labeled as "Toji Fushiguro." The one on the right is another man with spiky salmon-colored hair pushed upfront with prominent black tattoos decorating his nose, cheeks, and forehead. The board named him as “Sukuna Ryōmen.”

You look at the pictures intently, examining the men’s features at your discretion. It didn’t occur to you how long you were gawking at the mugshots until you peered from the phone to see Shoko give you the biggest shit-eating grin. Shaking your head, you chew the inside of your cheek before responding.

“….Well,” you cough. “…they’re not terrible looking at all. They are…..hot.”

“Told you!” Shoko slams the table with high enthusiasm, earning another sigh from you as she snatches the phone back. “Would you fuck them?”

You almost popped a vein. What the fuck—“is wrong with you!?”

“It’s just a question, geez.” She holds her hands up defensively. “Or is that too lewd and raunchy to ask the partner of the trusting, charismatic “Golden Boy” SGA president, Kento Nanami?”

You choke on your spit before you can say anything, and your cheeks dial in warmth. “S-Shut up! Don’t bring my love life into whatever deviant horny thoughts you’re thinking!”

“I’m sorry, I’m boreeeeeeed. I don’t wanna do this paper, ugh.” The brunette whines and bangs their forehead on the table surface; your eyes roll for the fifteenth time in the past three hours. “…Maybe I should get some dick after this.”

“For fuck’s sake, I’m going to use the restroom.”

You exit the dining booth when they give you a muffled response of anguish, straightening yourself and heading for the back of the diner. As you walked away, you noticed a pair of hooded figures sitting at the booth behind you. Realization kicks in, and you groan internally. Oh, God, they probably heard what we were talking about! But what caught your mind next was that one of them had a black mark on the bridge of their nose. Huh, what an odd tattoo…

After using the toilet, you wash your hands at the sink, but your mind is still fixated on that weird tattoo. Who would get such a thing on their face? Wouldn’t that hurt? I wonder if that’s the only tatt— And then It clicked, you quickly turn off the faucet and dry your hands, exit the rest restroom, and run to your booth. Shoko was begrudgingly typing away on their laptop until she saw you return in a hurry.

“Hey, you okay?” She asks you, but you aren’t looking at them. Your face contoured to a confused expression as you stared at the booth behind the one you were sitting in, now empty.

“Did…..The two people who sat behind us, did you see them?”

“Hmm? No, I didn’t. Must’ve left while my head was on the table.”

“Uh huh…” you say nothing more as you slowly sit back in front of your laptop. Your mind is now clouded with confusing thoughts, questioning your experience up until now. It could be a coincidence, quite far out at that. Regardless, you could’ve sworn you saw that tattoo on the Sukuna guy that Shoko showed you. It was such an uncommon decor, especially since you just saw it on the face of a criminal. Not to mention, the news anchor earlier stated that those two killers were in this exact county…

Needless to say, you didn’t touch your keyboard for about twenty minutes. Your mind was too wrapped up elsewhere to think clearly about your school assignment, and your body harbored a disturbing chill worse than the soft autumn winds.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, why are you researching about the loose killers again?”

“Hm? Oh,” you stop typing on the laptop to attend to the phone call you’re on. Exiting your bedroom, you walk to the living room. “No reason, I was just curious. I saw something about them on the news at the diner with Shoko.”

The person on the other side of the line hums. “You should be careful about stuff like that.”

“Yeah, I know, Kenty,” you open the sliding door to your balcony and close it behind you before taking a seat on the cream-colored swing chair.

“I’m very serious, Y/n.” It was none other than Kento Nanami who was speaking with you. The trustworthy “Golden Boy” of your class year, the circumspect president of the Student Government Association… your loving and attentive boyfriend.

"I know you are."

"And those guys aren't just any usual criminals. They're notorious killers who barge into people's homes at night to steal valuable things. Maybe even kill their victims in their sleep if they have the time. So, be very careful, okay? Can’t trust these streets at night, especially now with those guys on the run. So, don’t go anywhere alone, always have your pepper spray on you, and be sure everything is locked — doors, windows, everything.”

A deep sigh leaves your lips. “Yeah, I double-checked all the locks once I got inside.”

No one says a word; the rustling of the trees and the beeping of cars from the traffic at the light substitute this awkward silence. Until Nanami says, “….You scared?”

You don’t answer immediately, your mind flashing back to the bewildering encounter at the diner earlier today. Those two hooded men, one with a black tattoo on his face. It felt too surreal to feel like a coincidence, yet it wasn’t too far out of your mind to think as such. The timing was strange, with the news reporter and your conversation with Shoko. The thought of two murderers nonchalantly being in the same space as you rub you off in the worst way imaginable. “…Kinda, yeah. A bit spooked.”

“You want me to come up there and spend the night?”

“No, no! You don’t have to do that,” you hurriedly decline his proposal. “I know you’re busy with homework and student government stuff. I wouldn’t want you moving around so much; I’d feel bad.”

You hear him chuckle on the other side of the phone, and your heart swoons at the sound. “Don’t feel bad; you could never be a burden to me, especially when your safety is my top priority.” Another skip of the beat; it’ll never fail to amaze you how sweet he is with his words.

“Thank you, Kenty. But still, I know you’ve got a lot on your hands. You don’t have to see me right this moment. Besides, isn’t Haibara supposedly dragging you to some party at Geto’s?” Nanami is silent for a few seconds before he groans; a smile creeps up on your face at his reaction.

“Unfortunately, yes. I have to leave to pick him up, and then we can go…But I can cancel and come o—“

“Absolutely not.” You’re quick to interject. “You’ve been so high and on edge with your exams. This is the first party after midterm week. And I can bet my left toe that Gojo — cause you know he’ll be there if Geto is — will be upset you couldn’t make it.”

“…….Which one?”

“Excuse me?”

“You have five toes on your left foot, so which one—“

“Kento.” He chuckles once more for your ears to hear at the use of his real name. “Have fun, okay?”

Nanami hums. “I’ll try. I’ll come by your place Sunday. Sounds good?”

“Perfect. Take some pics for me. Love you!”

Your boyfriend bids you farewell before ending the call, already missing his voice. A yawn creeps out from you, a sign that you are indeed fatigued and need rest. Leaving the balcony, you close the door and do a final check at your door. Confirmed that it’s locked and secured, you turn off the living room lights and head back to your bedroom to get some shut-eye.

You shut off and close your laptop on your desk before turning off the lights. Then, you lift the comforter and finally enter the chilly embrace of your bedsheets. Usually, you’d scroll on your phone for a little bit until you get drowsy enough to fall asleep. Yet — it could be because of the exam you were doing at the diner — you felt way more exhausted than usual and wanted to sleep right away. And you did just that: closed your eyes, listened to the calming rhythm of your breaths, and soon drifted into an anticipated slumber.

….Three Hours Later….

The next time you open your eyes, you’re not in the room you left yourself in — let alone the bed.

Instead, you find yourself somewhere cold and dark. Your bed is nowhere in sight, just a lone chair facing you. There are no windows, no desks, just you and this chair with a sole overhead light that almost blinds you when you slowly get up.

The change of scenery throws you off as one thought after another picks up the pace of confusion. Where am I? What is this place? This has to be a sick dream of mine…Wait a minute. You look down to find your pajamas are shriveled and torn up, pieces of the material scattered all over where you’re lying on the cold floor. Also, what the fuck!? You can’t seem to move your hands and feet, noticing that there’s some rope restricting your limbs from moving freely from one another. No matter how hard you try, squirming does little to no help, yet it confirms that this is not a dream.

What the absolute fuck is going on right now!? It was an appropriate question for this perplexing situation, not knowing where to pick up from to start picking clues as to why you’re here. Better yet, who brought you here?

“Ah, look who’s awake.”

You turn to the sound of a door opening and closing; the direction it came from makes it hard to register the distance of whoever was speaking to you. However, that doesn’t matter because you can hear footsteps approaching you and a figure stepping into the light. And when the face finally comes to your field of vision, your blood shifts into an immediate icy cold.

Standing to you by the chair was a man in a tight black shirt that exhibited his muscular arms and physique way too perfectly, harboring dark and baggy pants. But those weren’t the features that had your breath hitch. No, no. The man before you had raven hair with the length stopped to his ears and strands that covered his brows. They did not even try concealing the striking green eyes that looked straight at you. And the familiar scar at the right of his lip put everything together for you — the mugshot that Shoko showed me, the inmate that escaped prison…!

Toji Fushiguro, in the flesh, takes a seat on the chair with his legs spread while putting on black gloves. He notices your look of realization and smirks; you don’t like how his scar is rooted up with the motion. “Y’re a pretty heavy sleeper, ya know that. But I guess that made bringing you here a lil’ simple.”

A tiny bit of confidence prompts you to speak with the man. “Whe–Where am I?”

“C’mon now, little girl,” your stomach churns when he scoffs at you. He brings up a hand to help him as he cracks his neck. God, why is he so jacked!!? “Y’re supposed to be smart, right? You know that’s the wrong question to ask me.”

Okay then, think, Y/n, think… ”…Why did you kidnap me? Is it for money? Because I don’t have much—“ The palm of Toji’s hand faces you to halt you from speaking more, making your nervousness dwell even further.

“For one, you should really consider locking your balcony door when y’re done using it.” There are not enough words to describe the mental facepalm you gave yourself. “If we wanted to run y’r pockets, we woulda done so earlier.” He casually admits to you. “But that’s not why we brought ya here, so he’ll explain it to ya.”

He? Wait, wait, we??

The other mugshot hits you like a flash before you hear the door open and close again. Of course, Toji isn’t the only one on the run right now. There was another guy with salmon-colored hair and tattoos. The other figure, now wearing a black tank tee and ripped black jeans, came from behind Toji. Your stomach drops to the floor when your eyes land on the prominent black tattoo on his nose — now seeing that he has way more on his face, shoulders, arms, and wrists. The scene from the diner replays until your brain can’t keep up. It was him, no doubt about it.

“Well, well. Did the sleeping beauty finally get their rest?” Sukuna Ryōmen, looks just as [if not more] dangerous as Toji. He stuffs his hand into the back of his jeans pocket. “Listen here, I’ll be asking you some questions, and I expect nothing but honest answers. Got that?”

You don’t know what possessed you to ask the question. You being scared shitless right now should’ve prevented you from doing so. And yet, you ask, “And if I don’t?”

It happened way too fast; your eyes couldn’t even process it happening. But one moment, the salmon-haired criminal was standing in front of you beside Toji. The next, you feel someone crouched behind you with the cold feeling of something barely piercing your skin. Your eyes widen, and you don’t dare move a single hair. Toji shakes his head at you, the smirk on his face still present. Now you can guess who had fun cutting up your PJs.

“I don’t think you wanna know the answer to that question.” He says it so close to your ear that you could’ve nearly fainted. Sukuna then moves the knife to scrape the side of your neck. “And don’t you ever think you’re in a position to ask me questions. Use that college brain of yours, brat.”

You gulp — a risky move when you have a sharp object to your neck — and nod. Satisfied, the pink-haired man removes the knife from your proximity and stands right up. “At least you follow things quickly.” He says while walking back to where he stood prior. “Now, question one: do you know a kid named Kento Nanami?”

The mention of your boyfriend’s name hits you like whiplash. Kento? What do they want with him!?

“…Yes, I do.”

“Good. Next question,” You chew the inside of your lip before he asks you the following. “Where does he live?”

Your body almost shuts down when he says the final word. No. No, no, no! Absolutely not! “I can’t tell you that.”

“Tch, just when you were doin’ so good.” Sukuna sucks his teeth. “And why the hell not?”

“Because I don’t want you hurting him.”

He barks a laugh. “You don’t even know what we’ll do to him! Damn, talk about a loyal dog.”

The insult sparked a flame in you. It was a small one, but a flame nonetheless. “Why the hell do you want to know anyway? It’s not like he knows you any—Hrckk!”

“What the hell did I say about you asking questions, huh.” A hurried hand meets your throat, black nails digging into your skin as his grip gets unbearably tight. You attempt to keep a stern face despite choking for some air, but you’d be lying that the pain wasn’t getting to your head.

“Alright, Kuna, let ‘em go.” You almost forgot about Toji sitting on the chair until he spoke up. With a displeased click of the tongue, Sukuna releases you and throws you to the cold, hard floor. “For your information, princess, that kid does know us.”

You’re coughing up a storm, but you still listen. Your eyes are watery, and your throat pulses. “Hic…Ack, what—What are you talking about?”

Toji continues. “That little friend of y’rs is the reason why we were behind bars for three years. Fuckin’ kid saw us break into a house in his neighborhood and called the cops on us. For the longest time, we’ve thought about getting out of those damn cells and coming back to rip that lil’ fucker limb from limb. Maybe ransack his whole home and then some.”

“And now that we are out here,” Sukuna chimes in. “We plan on doing just that. We were sitting right behind you at the diner and heard the brown-haired chick say his name, meaning he had to be around this county. And when he heard that fucking square had a little girlfriend, who better to introduce ourselves and point us the way than you.”

So much information hits you all at once that you’re not given enough time to process it properly. Nanami called the cops on these guys? Where was that piece of information on the phone call!!? Three years ago, it must’ve happened before the start of freshman year. And then there’s the matter of these murders trying to kill him — the love of your life!

You immediately try to weigh your options: you could give them a fake address, but that would lead them back to you and have you killed instead. And Nanami doesn’t live at home right now; he’s on campus with you and everyone else. So, sharing these two his home address will just have his family killed in his place! Oh, you wouldn’t handle that guilt; you just couldn’t!!

“So, what’ll it be, little girl?” Toji’s voice snaps you from your rampant thoughts. “You can be a cute girlfriend and be loyal, and we’ll just kill you right here, right now. Or, you give us an address, we’ll put you back to sleep, and you’ll never see from us ever again.”

Those two options were far from what you wanted to do. You would never want to jeopardize your poor boyfriend’s life and those around him for being a model citizen, especially for these assholes! There had to be a way, something you could do!

“Please, don’t hurt him!” The ropes on your hands and feet have you shuffle to look at the two men from the dirty ground. “He didn’t do anything wrong. Please just spare him!”

“No-can-do, brat.” Sukuna comes down to your level once more, yanking your shirt — or whatever’s left of it, your bra practically out for the whole world to see — to lift your upper body. “Nothing to ease a vengeful spirit than taking care of the problem, right? So do us a favor, will ya.”

Tears are fighting your control to fall, your body trembling. You’re scared, so so frightened. But most of all, you’ll do what you can to make sure your “golden boy” stands tall for you. “Please, I’ll do anything! Anything you want, I’ll do it! So, please!!”

Sukuna opens his mouth to bite back, but no words come out. Actually, his expression resorts back to a neutral tone. He then turns to Toji, who looks at him with a quirked brow. There’s nothing but silence between the two, a silent conversation between the two killers that you have no choice but to stay quiet for. And you jerk when the two focus back on you. Sukuna then finally says something.

“Anything, huh?” It’s the worst when he sneers at you. Such a devious man.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Tch. Fucking brat.” Sukuna sucks his teeth before he snatches your chin with a rough vigor, forcing your teary eyes to face him. And it doesn’t help that you now have a gun pointed at your temple. “This is your warning. You better do this right, or you’ll be the first to get a gift with your boyfriend’s head all minced up. Now, use that mouth. Properly.”

Never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you’d end up here. You stood on your knees and hands on the concrete floor, your mouth occupied with Sukuna’s cock, propelling your face to and fro to meet the base. Why the handgun to your head? According to the salmon-haired man, he said: “Try to fight, run, or bite our dicks off, then this whole mag is getting emptied.” So, you’re literally giving the fellatio of your life. And judging by the grunts coming from Sukuna, it seems you’re doing a decent job keeping him going.

As for the other one, Toji, his hands grabbing onto your asscheeks from beneath should answer that. “C’mon, baby, sit on my face. I don’t bite…” you can tell he has the biggest grin on his face saying that, has you hesitant to follow orders. Regardless, you gently sway your ass down to sit on his face. But impatience gets the best of him before he pulls you down himself, his nose abruptly hitting your clitoris. You jolt despite his hands keeping you on him, forced to feel his tongue and mouth indulging on your wet folds.

So there you sit, bare and nude, for the men to use you as they see fit. Whatever piece of your clothes were torn off you to be fully exposed for them. This is what you choose to do for the sake of your boyfriend: giving yourself off for the night.

Oh, if Shoko could see you now. Sucking off one of the exact murderers you two were talking about at the diner while the other eats you out? You know you’ll never hear the end of it from her if — by some miracle — she finds out! And you’ll hold onto that miracle for as long as you can.

“…Fuuuck, hnngh! It’s been a minute since I had my dick on something tight,” Sukuna comments while putting his free hand on your head. His thrusts increase to have your tongue bathe the underside of his dick, and he sighs at you choking when the tip suddenly hits your uvula. “Heh, that’s right. Keep those tears coming, pet…You seem to be enjoying yourself there, Fushiguro. This broad taste that fucking good—Ohhh shit, fucking shit…”

You can feel Toji’s lips curve into a smile from down under, he gives your labia and clit a slow and antagonizing lick before responding to his partner in crime. “Mmmm, man. It’s been a while since I had to do this. Crazy how this princess got with a square like that kid. Wonder if he makes ‘em feel good like this.” And then he returns to your clit to give it a harsh suck.

Your body continues to be used like a toy. Your jaw loosens to oblige Sukuna’s girth that’s currently hitting the back of your throat every time your lips meet the pubes of his pelvis. His ruts dial-up, and you ball your fists with the constant oral abuse on your face. Drool runs down your chin with every shove of his length, practically choking you with his dick. And the commotion between your leaking vulva and Toji doesn’t go unnoticed either; motherfuker’s tongue is relentless, making sure every crevice and part of your pussy is familiar with him. And the sounds of him slurping your essence are so lewd, so erotic for your ears that you think they’re bound to explode on you.

“—Ahhh, damn, I’m gonna cum,” Oh, God. Your eyes open to look at Sukuna’s expression, nothing but pure enjoyment looking at your pitiful look. “You’re cute looking all pathetic taking my cock like this, whore—Mmmph!! Shiiiit, keep your head like that.” He grabs your head as his thrusts speed up to an irregular pace, your throat and face becoming numb. Your whimpers are muffled, and tears streak down your cheeks. His groans of pleasure fill the room, and before you know it, his load is released down to the depths of your throat. You’re stuck taking it, mewling on the shaft still in your mouth until he’s finished.

He removes you when he is, his cock slathered in your saliva and still rock hard. You gawk at it, amazed that you could fit it in your mouth. And you hate to admit this, but it has you wondering what Toji’s is like.

Speaking of, with a foggy mind, you peer down to see Toji finally done eating your cunt out. “Ya taste good, you know that.” He licks his lips provocately with a smile. You open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. “You ready fr’ me now?” He cocks his chin up, and you turn to see what he’s talking about, only to be met with the pinkish-red tip of his sprung erect cock. If you didn’t think you’d be able to have Sukuna’s in your mouth, you’re going to need a diety’s grace to see what you can do with Toji’s. “Heh, think I’m too big fr’ you? How the hell is Kento handling a piece like you?”

“S–Shut up, stop bringing him up!” You shout at him, tired of being reminded of the love of your life whom you’re betraying right now. All for his sake, but still…

He chuckles at your reaction. “Little girl got spark, huh. Fine then, be a doll and put it in yourself.”

Cold sweat slides from your brow. Me? I’ve gotta put that shit in on my own!? But you have to. You know you do. So, with anxiousness pooling in your stomach, you bring your ass up and use your hand to align his cock to your wet cunt.

It takes a lot of mental motivation for you to continue, but slowly and surely, you push the folds of your cunt onto his glans. The pain you experience makes it excruciating to bear, but with steady breaths, you push the tip in with every exhale. And when it finally enters your vulva, a gasp erupts from your puffy lips and a hiss from the man with the scarred lip. “Mmmm, slow down, baby, slow it down…” That was probably the only words he’s ever said that you could trust, so you anchor your ass down, taking in every inch of his length with his hands guiding your ass down. When you reach the base, you give yourself a few seconds to adjust to his girth within your velvety walls. “Fuck, ya feel so nice and tight, princess.”

“Is that so?” Sukuna walks from behind. “Can’t wait for me to have a go.” You couldn’t even comprehend the meaning of that sentence because the salmon-haired one kicked your back. You are now mounted on Toji completely, the two of you facing each other while Sukuna crouches behind your ass. “Get ready, I’m putting it in.”

“Huh?” Wait, both at the same time!? “Ho–Hold on, I’ve never done it in my ass bef—“

“Doesn’t sound like a problem to me; guess I’ll be the first then,” he shuts down your argument and then bends down to use his fingers and spit to ease your asshole. It feels so gross and repulsive that you could puke right now. Not that it would matter to Sukuna because he’s already set on doing it — his fore and middle finger pushing in and out of your anus. When he feels you’ve loosened up, he’ll remove his digits and substitute them with his cock.

And he doesn’t warn you either, fucking bastard; he nudges his dick in his own countdown with no regard to how you’re feeling. Gripping onto the raven-haired man’s black shirt, Sukuna’s cock puts you through pain worth traumatizing, evoking screams that scratch your throat until he gets the whole thing in your ass. Nanami would never put you through this much pain. Never!

“Aww, y’re making the pretty girl cry,” Toji teases condescendingly, chuckling at the sight of you burying your head in his chest to shield the embarrassment.

Sukuna hums while grinding his hips to your ass, a tiny bit of blood painting his shaft. “Hmph, good, makes my enjoyment worthwhile. Now,” you shriek with the sudden snap of his hips to your ass. “Let’s get this show started.”

When Sukuna moves, Toji follows right after, and you’re left to fend for yourself in this unsteady tempo from both your holes. You start seeing stars from the unusual stimulation, and your mind and vision become so blurry that it hurts to think. Hell, it hurts to try and concentrate on one dick at a time! One is currently scraping the wells of your walls in a way that your slit clenches around him, while the other churns your insides from the back that almost takes your breath away. More drool and tears seep into the black shirt you use to disguise yourself from them. This shit is already humiliating as is!

“C’mon now, baby. Show me that pretty face of y’rs.” Of course, Toji uses one hand to nudge your head to look at him. Your face is such a wet and hot mess, the sweat on your body making you sticky. The attempt to make sentences is beyond you, relying on moans and choked sobs to express your disorganized emotions. “There ya are. Good fuckin’ girl.”

Toji then takes your plump lips with his, his hand snaking to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. It was one thing letting them use your cunt and ass as they see fit; now, they dare to kiss you in a time like this. Oh, this is the absolute worst! How can you speak to Nanami ever again after this!? These lips are now sullied by the lips and cock of other men. You can’t ever go back and say that you were his, and it’s because of these assholes!!

…And what’s worse, you were starting to find enjoyment in what you were doing, sinking into Toji’s kiss and moaning into his scarred lips.

“Haahh…Mmmph…Damn, this slut is so fucking tight.” Sukuna watches your back glisten in the light while your ass quaked under his unstable momentum. He sneers before slapping your asscheek, resulting in a rushed moan and a twitch from your pussy. Toji breaks the kiss. “Hey, keep doing that. Think they like it.”

With devilish glee, the tattooed other doesn’t hold back. He gives you another smack to the ass, and more loud purrs and shrieks fill the space between you three. Fast ruts to your soaping slit and ass coincide with the strikes to your butt, catching you off guard and leaving a stinging sensation every time.

It’s apparent now that your hips start to move on their own, riding out your own high while preparing for your orgasm that’s climbing up. And the raven-haired man notices as he puts your hand on your aching buttcheeks. “Goin somewhere, dollface?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake, let me come already!! “—Ahhnn, ooohhhh!! I’m about to cummm—I’m gonna break—Eeyahhh!!!

“That so?” You want to wipe that smirk off his stupid, dumb, handsome face. “Then go ahead and get dirty, princess. Ring us up.”

Your arousal staggers up when both of their thrusts fall into a unity, the tender spots of your gummy walls from your ass and cunt being hit and abused prompt more ecstatic moans and your head pounding with every jab. Almost there, almost! Please, please, I want it!! And you are finally given what you want; your release crashes into you in a hard swoop, the shocks crawling up your body while your holes contract around both men’s cocks. Your brain falls into an erotic trance; you only care about the euphoric sensations tingling around your body. Dizziness overtakes you, and your head descends back on Toji’s chest.

“Hmph, you really a pathetic pet.” Sukuna grinds his pelvis into your sensitive ass. The aftershocks from your release still make your body react to their movements. “Chasing for your own orgasm, huh. We outta fuck that selfishness right out of you, damn brat…”

You don’t say anything — more like you don’t have the energy to. Your ass and chasm are too stuffed to keep your mind active, and your eyelids feel too heavy to keep up. It probably was from all that crying and screaming. All you want to do is go back to sleep in your bed at your cozy apartment. But that must be asking for too much. Just please end this nightmare…

Kenty…Please forgive me, I’m so sorry….

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You can’t remember how sleep found you that night. But your eyes open to the ray of sunshine that peaks through the binds of your bedroom. Wait, my bedroom!?

You shoot up from your bed, the soft comforter and sheets peeling off your skin, and the cool air from the air conditioning welcomes you back to your personal space. Everything untouched, everything where it’s supposed to be — where you’re supposed to be.

A deep breath is the first thing you do when you wake up, following a long exhale. Was I dreaming? You would’ve accepted that delusion had you not looked down to realize that your figure was covered with one of your oversized shirts, remembering that your old pajamas were cut and torn up. Flashes of last night return to haunt you, and shivers travel down your spine from realizing what transpired at those ungodly hours. You quickly check your sheets for any stains — Thank God, none. Funny how a pair of serial killing assholes have the decency to clean up your body.

And then a sudden feeling of dread crawls up after hearing your phone vibrating on your nightstand. You hurry to check the screen to find out it was a text message from Nanami. It’s a Saturday, 9 a.m. He’d usually be sleeping in until noon. Curious, you unlock your phone to check what your boyfriend is texting you about.

Recent Message from: ♡ my bby nanamiii ♡

Hey, Y/n. Hope you slept well and everything’s okay. I’m coming from Geto’s place after picking up Haibara, who is going through the worst hangover right now. He said he wants to see you and that you make the best meals for his hangovers. I don’t want to intrude if you’re not up for guests, so please tell me so I can take him somewhere else. But otherwise, we’ll be there at around 30-45 mins. Let’s just relax this weekend, okay?

Reading the text as you fall in love with him all over again. After what you’ve gone through, knowing that he’s safe and sound from any trouble, all you want right now is to be around him and hold him close. To be with him and forget about everything that’s happened.

You send a heartwarming reply saying you’ll be waiting for the two of them. Then, you remove yourself from the bed and stretch out your fatigued muscles. Ugh, I should probably shower before Nananmi gets here…

However, before you lift your shirt and head for the bathroom, you notice a glass of water and a bag full of pills. Huh…I definitely didn’t have that there when I went to sleep before I was taken. And next to the glass was a folded piece of paper. Curiosity got the best of you this morning as you picked up the material to read its contents.

And this is where you knew your life was changing, for better or worse. Your legs give out, making you fall to your knees with a shaky breath, the hairs of your body standing, and your heart on the verge of leaping out of your mouth. What you read crushed your whole being, leaving you cold in this world — worse than the autumn breeze.

Yo, thanks for the great time last night. Keep that up, and your pretty boytoy will keep standing. Here’s water and birth control, and keep that bag safe. Wouldn’t wanna end up losing it for the next time we fuck you dumb. See ya later, pet.

SR + TF

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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ollyissleepy · 29 days ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

pairings: platonic yandere!batfam x uninterested!male!reader summary: After being caught red handed stealing, (name) finds himself in the Wayne Manor, surrounded by his new family. (Name)'s disinterested in bonding is met with equally not caring siblings and father. As he spends his days alone, (name) realises his new family might care much more than he originally thought the did. cw: stealing, swearing, underage smoking, forced vomitting, drugging (kind of?), mentions of dying (like once) a/n: I know I am like days late but I started taking new medicine and the last few days were rough. Do I like this part? No. Am I capable of making something better? Also no. Anyway please enjoy and so sorry for the delay based on this idea I had

I would like to dedicate this part for @/robinvomit and all the other writers who were falsefully accused of using ai for their writing. I'm so sorry it happened to you and please remember that you are loved <3

(Name) makes another lap around his room, trying to come up with an excuse to not eat with the entire family. All of them, including Alfred, haven't bothered him to join the family dinners since the one where there wasn't space for him at the table.

He knew he wouldn't have the heart to tell Alfred no, not after seeing him so excited about the teenager participating in dinner with the entire family. Pretending to be sick is off the table; he didn't want to risk getting more attention from the family while being made to stay in bed.

"Brother, the dinner is ready. Let's go." Damian knocked on his door before creaking it open.

There was no point in trying to run, as the youngest Wayne would probably catch him before (name) could get far enough.

The two of them walk down to the dining room in silence. Damian looks pleased about being the one to bring his older brother to his first dinner with the entire family. (Name), on the other hand, looked like a prisoner walking to his execution. Although a part of him wishes he was said prisoner.

Walking inside, the teenager notices that he has two choices on where he could sit: between Damian and Bruce or Damian and Dick.

(Name) sits down closer to Bruce, knowing his 'father' won't be interested in talking to him. The boy would also rather have the man stare at him than listen to Dick run his mouth the entire dinner.

The teenager ignores the look Bruce sends his way as he sits down on the chair. His eyes are focused on the table in front of him, not interested in being included in any small talk.

The meal itself goes rather smoothly, ignoring the burning sensation Bruce's stare left on the side of (name)'s face.

(Name), however, didn't dare to look up for the duration of it. A part of him was scared of what the man's expression could be. Was he mad that the teenager was sitting at the table? Or was it the fact that he's sitting right next to Bruce? Did he want Damian to sit next to him?

The teenager dashed out of the room the second Alfred started to gather empty plates. He ignored everyone's, including Duke's, shouts for him to stay a little longer.

The next day, after (name) had finished his breakfast and just returned to his room, when Bruce knocks on the door. The man opens it slightly, poking his head through it.

"Good morning, (name). Would you join me for breakfast?" Bruce asked, stepping inside the room.

"No, I already ate," the boy declined, trying to get himself comfortable on the bed.

With his arm behind his head, (name) watched Bruce closely. The way the man was clearly thinking of something to say, to drag the interaction on for longer. He knew that nothing came to his 'father's' mind when Bruce just nodded and left the room without another word.

(Name) didn't have much time to dwell on the situation for the rest of the day, as most of it was occupied by Timothy. Something about how he, as a Wayne, needs to know more about technology.

By dinner time, the teenager forgets about the whole situation entirely. This meal, he had more chairs he could choose from, as the only people who were eating were the ones living in the manor full-time.

(Name) makes sure to choose a chair next to Duke, even though the teenager was acting a little off these days. He decides to ignore the way Duke seemed to be just as persistent in spending time with him as the rest of the family. For now that is.

Everyone at the table is silent, the only noise being the clicking of the utensils against the plates. The teenager doesn't get to enjoy the meal for long, though, before Bruce breaks the silence.

"So, (name), are you enjoying your stay at the manor?" Bruce asked, stabbing the food on his plate.

"I'd enjoy it more if I didn't have to eat with all of you," (name) murmured, tossing the food around.

"(Name)—" Alfred was about to scold the teenager for speaking for his father like that.

"It's alright, Alfred. Maybe we should spend some time together, bond with each other," Bruce suggested, using his hand to let the butler know he got this. "Maybe then you would enjoy a meal with me."

(Name) doesn't say anything, hoping for the subject to be dropped. He keeps on playing with his food, the idea of spending one-on-one time with his father making the boy lose his appetite.

"I believe it's a great idea, Father." Damian agrees, glancing over to where (name) and Duke were sitting. "I would like to join as well." Bruce smiled.

"If he's going, I want to take Duke with me," (name) tried to bargain. With the teenager as company, he might've been able to survive the outing.

"No. I believe you should bond with your blood family," Damian argued, not wanting Duke to take up his brother's attention. Again.

"Damian's right, (name), besides you spent a lot of time with Duke already; it's not fair for us," Bruce insisted, the fork stopped midway to his mouth.

(Name) sighed, glancing over to Duke. The teenager next to him looked just as displeased by Bruce's reaction as he did. The teenager makes a call to not argue with his 'father'. He hoped that by dropping this subject, the two of them would simply forget about it.

By the next day, (name) had forgotten about the 'plans' Bruce and Damian made entirely. The teenager was heading towards the library to read yet another book when his 'father' found him.

"Great! It looks like you're ready to go." Bruce's voice came from behind him.

(Name) turned around, his head tilted slightly. He couldn't possibly mean…

"Brother, don't tell me you forgot." Damian pops out from behind Bruce. "We're supposed to spend the day together."

The teenager groaned. Of course they didn't forget.

Before he knew it, (name) found himself in a mall with his father and brother. This mall was different from the one he and Duke frequently visited. Everything about the mall he's inside screamed, 'I have so much money I make the pope look poor'.

With each store they go into and each uncomfortable piece of clothing he's forced to try on, (name) grows more and more tired. The constant music playing in the background and the too-bright light along with the suffocating smell of all of the other customers around them were giving him a headache. By the time they leave a third store, the teenager starts thinking of a plan to cut the outing short.

As the three of them walk towards another too-stuck-up store, (name) spots a bathroom. It sparked an idea on how to cut the outing short. (Name), on cue, wrapped his arms around his stomach, hunching over slightly.

"I don't feel too good. I'll stop by the bathroom," (name) pointed towards the bathroom, trying to look as pitiful as possible. "I'll be right back, I promise."

(Name) doesn't give his father and brother a chance to say anything, already walking towards the bathrooms. Once he's inside, the teenager locks himself in one of the stalls, in case one of them followed him.

He knew he made the right call when the bathroom door opened and he heard footsteps walking from one stall to another.

"(Name)? Father has asked me to check on you." Damian's voice echoed through the empty bathroom.

The teenager turns himself towards the toilet, trying to think of something that could make the youngest Wayne believe he was actually sick. His eyes land on the toilet, and before he really thinks through it, (Name) sinks two of his fingers deep inside his mouth. He touches the back of his throat, and that was enough for the stomach fluids to leave a sour aftertaste in his mouth.

He lounges himself towards the toilet, throwing up the remains of his last meal inside of it. His hands grip the toilet tightly as the convulses shake him repeatedly. He barely manages to register the knocks on the door and the worried voice that belonged to Damian, promising to grab their father.

(Name) takes a shaky breath after his stomach is empty. He stands up, leaning against the stall. Staring down the toilet at what was once the food in his stomach, the teenager wonders what went wrong in his life that he had to do shit like that. A swear escapes his lips as he's flushing the vomit.

The teenager leaves the stall after a few more deep breaths. As he's splashing his face with cold water, both Bruce and Damian rush inside. His father pats his back, apologising for noticing (name) not feeling great sooner. His brother stands to the side, his arms crossed, mumbling about how he should be more observant of his older brother.

During the ride back to the manor, (name) tries his hardest not to blow his cover. His head is pressed against the window, his eyes closed slightly. He doesn't talk, just shakes his head 'yes' and 'no' when asked questions.

Back in the manor, (name) is ordered to lie down by Alfred as he prepares something light for the boy to eat before taking any medicine.

The teenager fully expects to be brought back to his room when he's stopped by Bruce.

"You should lie down in my study so I can keep my eye on you while I work." His father puts a hand on his shoulder, guiding him to the room despite all of (name)'s protests.

(Name) stood in the middle of the room and watched as Bruce set up a sofa for him to lie on. His father laid out a few pillows and unfolded a blanket. Then, Bruce asked the boy to lie down as he tucked him in. When Alfred came over with soup, the man insisted on feeding it to him. After that, without any warning, he made (name) swallow a weird-tasting medicine. It didn't take long for the substance to start working, and before he could ask any of the men in the room to be moved to his own bedroom, he had fallen asleep.

And that's how (name)'s next few days went by. Every day, after eating some light breakfast, Bruce fed him a spoonful of the medicine. Each time the teenager tried to protest, he held (name)'s face still, forcing the medicine down this throat. After that, the boy would sleep for the majority of the day on the sofa in Bruce's study, only waking up for meals. 'Everything for his child,' Bruce told the butler at one point.

With the medicine from the previous night wearing off, (name) eats his breakfast. Both Alfred and Bruce watch him closely, making sure the boy finishes his food.

"Master Bruce, I believe more medicine won't be necessary," Alfred declared, scanning over (name)'s face. "He looks quite healthy; I believe the sickness has passed."

"Are you certain?" His 'father' makes sure, glancing over at the butler. Alfred nods his head. "If you say so."

"It would be good for him to spend some time with his siblings, Master," the butler said, earning only a sigh from Bruce.

(Name) was relieved to find out he no longer had to take the weird medicine and was once again in some control of who he was spending his time with.

Instead of going to any of his siblings, however, he hid himself in the library under a few blankets. He needed some time away from all of the members of the family.

Coming down for dinner, he was displeased to learn that the manor is once again full of people. All of them were somewhat happy that the boy was now feeling much better, though some of them complained that (name) didn't seek them out to hang out.

At some point during the meal, Dick suggests for all of them to have a movie night to 'make up for the lost time'. And much to (name)'s dismay, everyone, including Duke, agrees with the idea.

There go (name)'s plans for a peaceful night in his room, by himself.

The teenager chooses a seat at the end of one of the couches, dragging Duke to sit next to him. Ignoring everyone else in the room. He curls up on the couch, his head resting slightly on top of his brother's shoulder. (Name) hears a snicker somewhere to his side followed by silent scolding from Dick about how they should leave him alone. 'He's probably tired from being sick, Damian; let him rest,' the eldest scolded the boy.

The next day it became apparent that spending an evening watching movies in the same room as the teenager wasn't enough for Stephanie, who dragged (name) to something she referred to as 'girls day'. The girl did that despite his protests about how the teenager didn't want to interfere with their day.

By the end of the day of face masks, silly movies and snacks, (name) managed to fully relax and start enjoying spending time with the three women. Walking into the dining room, he no longer felt like he was walking into a death sentence.

Sitting down, (name) knows his happiness won't last much longer, especially after noticing Damian staring at him oddly. The teenager doesn't address it, brushing it off as the jealousy problem the younger boy seemed to have.

(Name) waits for the butler to give out food before starting to eat it. He doesn't look up, knowing that the youngest Wayne glances at him from time to time.

"(Name), why do you have a calendar in your room? And what does that date you circled in mean?" Damian questioned, staring directly at (name). The food on his plate was barely touched.

"It's so I can count down to my birthday," the teenager explained, looking directly into the younger boy's eyes. "I promised Alfred that I'll stop running away and wait till I'm eighteen to leave."

"Well, now that the situation has changed, you probably don't need it," Bruce intruded, the rest of the family agreeing with him.

"I do need it; I'm still leaving the moment I turn eighteen." (Name) tried to keep his cool, no longer looking at any of the people at the table. He plays with his food, hoping for someone to change the subject.

"I'll make sure to plant a tracker on your phone to make sure you won't be able to go that far," Tim joked, earning a laugh from everyone at the table.

(Name) didn't feel like laughing. To the teenager, it wasn't a laughing matter. There were some parts of him that wanted to ask, 'What did he mean by that?' the phone in his pocket suddenly felt heavy. A different part of him didn't want to know. Ignorance is bliss, especially in situations like this.

That night, staying in his room, (name) snuck out to the gardens. He walked to the back, where his favourite spot, an overgrown pond, was located. There he met Jason, whose company the teenager didn't really mind. Although, he didn't really seek it out. The two of them don't exchange any words that night, just smoking in each other's presence.

The subject of (name)'s birthday wasn't brought up for another week. The teenager forgot all about it, including the joke about a tracker in his phone.

With each coming day, his freedom is closer and closer. (Name) makes sure not to show how happy he truly was about leaving the place. The teenager didn't want anyone to stop him.

The boy spent his days slowly preparing for his departure from the manor, exchanging his old clothes in the backpack with the ones bought during one of my trips to the mall with Duke. He also stashes away a pretty big sum of money he took from his 'father'.

(Name) spends yet another night smoking with Jason. The two of them smoke their cigarettes in silence for a while, watching the fireflies fly around.

"Heard your birthday is soon," Jason spoke up, putting out his cigarette. "Do you want anything for it?"

"Yeah, some peace and quiet." (Name) rolled his eyes, taking a last puff of his.

"I don't think it's possible; B already started planning a big party just for you." Jason watched (name)'s movement stop at his words. "You'll get used to it." Jason nudges the boy with his elbow.

"Not planning to," (name) mumbled, throwing the rest of the cigarette in the jar they claimed as their ashtray.

Jason watched as the teenager walked back to the manor with a smirk. He remembered telling Bruce that (name) might not be happy with his idea for the boys' birthday.

Sitting down at the table the next morning, (name) found himself wishing to eat the meal with just the butler one more time. Watching the family members take their places at the table one by one, the teenager wonders what went wrong in his life to find himself in such a position. Surrounded by vigilantes, people who made Gotham just a little bit safer, feeling trapped, suffocated by their obsession.

The boy missed his old life. It might've been unbearable sometimes, but at the very least, (name) was free.

Freedom. The words now left a sour taste in his mouth. During moments like this, smushed between Duke and Damian arguing who will spend time with him today, he wondered if he would ever be truly free again.

The breakfast started as usual. A small talk between the family, which the boy tried to tune out, was followed by the sounds of utensils. All was well, until Bruce used his fork to clink against his glass, grabbing everyone's attention.

"(Name), I have decided on your birthday celebration," Bruce announced, his lips twitching as a few family members showed their approval.

"The only celebration we'll be having is me leaving this haunted place." (Name) propped his chin against his hand, staring back at Bruce.

"You are not leaving. I've decided on a party with all of the important people in Gotham," Bruce stated, his voice showing no signs of emotion. "You need to be properly introduced."

"We're not doing that," the boy argued, clenching his fists.

"Yes, we are. My word is final." Bruce finally looked away from the teenager, picking up food with his fork.

"Your word is final?! You can take your word and shove it up your ass, Bruce." (Name) stands up so quickly, the chair behind him falls to the ground.

Before anyone can really process what just happened, (name) is standing right in front of Bruce with his fist inches away from the man's face.

"I will leave!" (Name) shouted.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Bruce stood up, trying to intimidate the boy. "I'm trying my best."

"I never asked you for shit," the teenager spat, mentally ready to fight the man if he had to. "I don't want you or any of your fucked-up family!"

"(Name), calm down—" Bruce reached over, trying to grab the boy by his shoulders.

"I'm done being calm." (Name) moved, making sure the man's hands don't come near him. "Every day I wish that it was you that died instead of Mom."

"Don't talk like that to Dad," Dick scolded the boy.

"He's not my dad. He would never be my dad." (Name) yelled towards the eldest of the siblings. Then, he turned back towards Bruce, venom coating his words as he spoke: "Just an arsehole that happened to fuck my mom."

A noise cuts though the dining room, followed by the burning on (name)'s left cheek. The teenager's head fell to the side due to the impact. For a moment, nobody moves, trying to process if their father really just slapped (name) in the face.

Bruce takes a step towards the boy, trying to apologise for what he just did. He's not given the chance to, as the teenager bolts out of the room.

(Name) hears multiple voices call out his name, some running right behind him. He doesn't dare to look back, focused on creating as much of the distance as possible. Running into his room, the boy shuts his door in Dick's face, locking it.

Dick, along with a few other siblings, kept knocking on his door, begging for (name) to open it. He doesn't listen, waiting for them to leave.

The siblings only stop knocking after Alfred suggested that the teenager might need some time to cool off and asked them to leave (name) alone.

The teenager spends the rest of the day in his room, the silence of it only interrupted by the knocking from one of the siblings. Sometime during his time in the room, (name) makes a decision to leave the manor tonight no matter what. Even if that meant dying.

Hours later, when the sun had been replaced by the moon, (name) heard Alfred's voice from behind his door. The man was asking the boy to let him inside.

(Name) stands up with a sigh, pushing the bag back under his bed. He unlocks the door, opening it slightly to make sure there wasn't anyone accompanying the butler.

"Don't worry, (name), the family had to leave early for patrol. There was an emergency in Arkham," Alfred explained, walking into the room. "I brought you some dinner; you must be hungry."

The boy sits back down, eating the food silently. Alfred watches him for a moment, wondering what to do.

"I know nothing I say would make that situation better. Master Bruce shouldn't have hit you," the butler started, sitting next to the teenager. "And the emotions you must still feel are valid, even if I think you could express them better."

"I just want you to be happy, (name)." He continued, placing his hand on (name)'s shoulder. "Even if that means you'll be away from me, from us."

The teenager sends a forced smile towards the butler. He knew that there was no way he could stay in the manor. Even if leaving the butler made his heart break a little.

When Alfred finally leaves, hugging the boy as if he knew this might be the last time they saw each other, the teenager doesn't waste any time. (Name) grabs the sheets, tying them together to create a robe. He tied the robe to his door, throwing it out the window. The teenager put on his bag, glancing towards his bedroom door one last time.

With a heavy heart, the boy swings both of his legs out the window. Getting out of his room turned out to be the hardest part, not only due to the height but also because the sheets gave his legs little to no support. The rest of the trip was rather easy, as (name) used the same path he had used the previous times he snuck out of the manor. He walked away a good distance before stopping.

(Name) looked back at the manor. He needed to get away from here. Away from Gotham and the Waynes.

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itsabird-itsaplane-nopejustabird · 7 months ago

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DPxDC Prompt

I've had this idea for a while (since seeing that art of Johnny and Kitty robbing a bank so Danny can get Top Surgery lol) but I haven't even had the brain to work on my own fic recently (sorry about that btw) so I'm writing this instead

So the concept:

T4T Johnny and Kitty, who died in the 80s after running away together.

Johnny was the kid of some rich asshole automobile mogul from Bristol, and Kitty was one of the workers' kids from the Narrows. They become friends, fall in love, both realize they're trans around the same time and then decide to run. They know that being trans on top of tax bracket difference gives them almost no chance of making it. Johnny steals a bike and a fuck-ton of money from his parents, and Kitty's parent(s) helps them leave.

They're still toxic and spiteful as hell, but nothing the other does can change the fact that they know and understand each other better than anyone else could.

They travel around the country being menaces together for a while until they decide to settle down in a strange city called Amity Park. They figured it could handle a couple more anomalies. But before they can get there, they get into a bike wreck with their final thoughts being of each other and Johnny specifically cursing his bad luck in life.

The next thing they know, they're in the infinite realms being given the chance to stay together and the freedom to simply exist with no strings attached. (Other than each other cause I firmly believe that they're mutually the others' obsession)

About 20 years have passed, a portal to their old world is permanently open and this scrawny little ass kid ghost that they've never even heard of keeps stopping them from going through it.

It isn't until Johnny actually starts paying attention a few months into it that he notices that first, the little shit can actually fight, and second, HE WAS FIGHTING THEM WITH A BINDER ON. (Johnny also vaguely wonders why Danny looks so much like his old neighbor Brucie, but that's less important than the binder thing). Johnny lets out the universal ghost fight timeout signal and vaguely explains the situation to Danny, who seems confused about the noise he made and why it made him stop.

Johnny gets Kitty to spread the word that if the timeout isn't called off by the next morning, stay TF away until they get an all-clear.

That night, *after yelling at him a bit*, he starts teaching Danny how to reshape his ghost form to his preference and even his vocal cords.

From there, Johnny and Kitty sorta ghost adopt him as a sibling and then take him to Frostbite to make sure his T-shots are ecto compatible.

(I hope this was coherent it's 4am for me and I haven't slept lol)

#dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc #johnny 13 #kitty dp #t4t #trans danny #tw: unsafe binding #damian and danny are twins #dcxdp #dpxdc

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fraeyyassblr · 1 month ago

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───★ ˙ AWARENESS ̟ !!

: : and how to stop overcomplicating shifting. : :

(DETAILED) part 1: my thoughts.

when I recently discovered shifting just 3 weeks ago, one of the things I noticed in the shifting community was that there were so many people that couldn't shift for years. I was worried about being those kinds of people, and the people that have claimed to be shifters seemed to have waited over 2-3 years (or I thought.. since a lot of shifters have been there since 2020-2021.)

but when I went on tumblr, I always noticed the same simplistic advice. and I noticed that this advice can even be applied for things like astral projecting and lucid dreaming, which was a bigger platform of people where I noticed that it can take people most commonly days, weeks, a month MAXIMUM in the community. there were even those kinds of meditations that were really intense, they could let you see your past life, or heal your chakras, your body.. even prayer counts! but so how come it would take longer for reality shifting when it is equally as complicated as every other practice I mentioned? (4:44PM as I type this)

but most importantly, WHY is it different for others?? And why is it a reoccurring theme btw that others sleep while others shift? Why is there a thin barrier you have to tip-toe over between sleep and shifting, huh?

ofc, I was no lucid dreamer, nor was I an astral projector. but when I saw how reality shifting was, I decided to give it a go..! I overscripted which delayed me 2 weeks of actually stepping into attempting it and I thought that was a bad thing until a shifter, @theoshifts8 , told me that there's no such thing as over scripting, under scripting, or not scripting at all! (but for that, I still recommend y'all to script especially in dangerous realities because someone once shifted to a reality but immediately d1ed the first 2 seconds upon entering.)

I had four shifting attempts and my fourth attempt was the time I mini shifted. last night I tried again, and I mini shifted again but decided to go back on purpose. so it only took me days! but how come?? I was reading stories from other people as well and I've read about a person who taught her younger brother how to shift and he did on his first try, DESPITE BEING A CHILD!! and a girl who was a spirit medium and was told by her grandmother that passed away that shifting was real! and even on shifttok, older shifters would teach shifters how to shift and then they do on their first attempt or after a short period of time! why? like, it wasn't fair!

: : UNTIL I FIGURED OUT ONE THING : :

part 2: my advice put into storytelling.

IT WAS A W A R E N E S S. (not just for that DR because I'm not going to repeat the same advice to you repeated here already.. I mean awareness with the awareness. sounds stupid? Okay hear me out)

before I shifted, I was consuming a lot of things with the rebellion and denial that it would take time to shift.. because that made no sense! why would that be something inevitable if I'M the one shifting right?? I kept nagging myself about that, I was probably using the LOA unintentionally, but sincerely I was not accepting the idea that shifting would take years.

I read a blog which was a letter for shifters who still haven't shifted for so many years, and the key was literally just awareness. I noticed a pattern. it all was just awareness and nothing else mattered. awareness, awareness, awareness. I found it in all blog posts, but most just worded it differently! But how are you supposed to be aware of that DR? Someone left a comment on one of my posts about that too!! to that, I didn't find anything that talked about it.

And even methods!! I noticed they all just used only one thing which was to induce an absence of awareness FROM this reality but a big awareness to your DR. yes, some can including affirming and countdowns but that's just to enter meditation.. so I didn't really take those countdowns and affs seriously, all I focused on was my DR and how it felt. Apparently, THAT was the awareness. like, excuse me???

1. My first three attempts, I was aware that they weren't "failed attempts" because it was something I'm progressing on, but I kept a journal and would notice what I thought held me back. my first shifting attempt? I didn't shift because I forced myself to focus on the guided meditation and ended up taking a nap in the van! (Yes, I couldn't finish meditation in bed and we were in travel and I had nothing else to do but shift, then I slept.)

Why did I take a nap? I wanted to enter the void state and that's when your body is asleep but your mind is awake. the void state detaches all your awareness from your physical reality but my body dragged my mind to sleep with it because I didn't have any mental stimulation, but the meditation which was boring.

2. My second shifting attempt, backround noises. I stopped the meditation halfway because of those damn chickens that kept screaming outside.

but everytime I'd zone out in my room until I take a nap, how come they don't make a noise? I mean, they'd MAKE noise before I zone out but 5 seconds into dozing off, the sounds are gone. and that's before I black out into a nap before I consciously think about that. I remember recording a facetime where I was tired I was about to take a nap but then rewatching the video, THE CHICKENS WERE MAKING NOISES THE WHOLE TIME BUT I DIDN'T HEAR??? That's when I understood the "absence of awareness."

3. My third attempt. I trained myself to ignore the chickens by implementing the dozing off action.. And I'd feel symptoms like being detached from my physical senses and feel like I'm floating around. until I would think about my back and then I feel my back against my bedsheets. But what happened to the feeling of those flashing lights I was seeing? what happened to feeling like I wws moving? those symptoms lasted because I would focus on those symptoms.. apparently that wasn't allowed but I just forgot about it.. though THE MOMENT I thought of my room here, I felt my bed again and I was still. In. My. CR. I learned to visualise my DR to put my awareness there but I focused on my symptoms too much to think about my DR, but when I thought about my CR after being aware that I was shifting, I was in my CR.

I then understood awareness.

4. My fourth attempt, final, I allowed myself to doze off but stimulated my mind to thinking of my DR. And what I mean by this is visualizing, but also doing things, remembering things, I wasn't just laying in bed.. like purposely generating a dream in my DR from here. I got in. For a few seconds. I felt things. I saw things. But then came back again. Well, last night I shifted again and had another mini shift, but it was intentional this time because I was like "oh omg" and a shifter @theoshifts8 (go follow them) also told me that you should think as your DR self like "what am I going to have for breakfast?" okay.

It's all in the feeling and the awareness, NOT the method.

It's not in the breathwork, in counting, in affirming, no it's not.

it's in the awareness. and yourself. It's you. love. It's you.

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urfavblond1e · 11 months ago

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 ♡︎

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ৹ you and megumi have been dating for nine months. you're happy. he's happy. you're perfect for each other. the only issue? he craves affection and he's not sure how to ask for it.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ৹ megumi x fem!reader, shy megumi, fluff, very very slight angst, cuddling, yuji and nobara mention (they share one braincell).

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ৹ 1.4k

𝐚/𝐧 ৹ sorry I haven't written in a while, i'm currently on vacation and haven't been writing. this was in my drafts so I figured I'd post it. I'll be back soon with some more. I hope you enjoy! hearts divider by @/s-h-o-w-y

You and Megumi had been dating for quite a while now. Just two weeks ago, you had your nine-month anniversary together and you were the happiest you had ever been.

The relationship was very low-key. PDA was almost non-existent—the most he’d ever do in public was hold your hand and even then, he kept his hands to himself most days.

Affection was present in your relationship but you mostly had to ask for it. He’d give it to you without a second thought but he rarely initiated any form of affection besides a few hugs or kisses here and there.

To be honest—it bothered you at first as you believed it was something about you that made him not want to be affectionate but then you realized it was just hard for him to show physical affection because he never really knew how. He was an amazing boyfriend—he just had some struggles.

You were fine with this now and it didn’t bother you, knowing that he still loved you very much.

But what you didn’t know was how badly this affected Megumi. His fear of initiating physical affection was eating him alive from the inside out.

Megumi had a lot of emotions—believe it or not—but he didn’t know how to handle all of it so he just shoved it all down where nobody could find it. He never learned how to deal with any of it so it seemed like the only quick solution.

His mother passed away at a young age and affection or even emotion (besides anger, disappointment, or his father being unamused) was not common from his father and stepmother. Growing up he got the occasional pat on the head or a hug from Gojo and his older sister Tsumiki tried her best to show her love for him when she could—but that had ended all too soon.

He would never admit it but he absolutely craved affection—specifically from you. The poor boy was so touch-starved. His heart soared whenever you asked for a hug or to lay down together. And it tore away at his heart how badly he wanted to ask you for love but for some reason, he was scared to do so.

But one thing about Megumi was that he was persistent and he was going to get through this and overcome his anxiety one way or another. After all, you were already his girlfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

Right now, you were on a walk with him, Nobara, and Yuji. Shoko had insisted on the four of you going out and getting some sun and none of you were about to argue with the intimidating school doctor so you all quickly got out there.

You walked alongside Megumi while Nobara and Yuji goofed off a couple of feet ahead of the two of you, not paying attention to either of you at all. Megumi quietly walked with a stoic expression, keeping his hands in his pockets. He had barely said anything but that’s because his mind was racing.

You didn’t mind it at all as long as you were with him. Megumi’s gaze kept flickering down to your hand, which was at your side as you walked. He wanted to just reach down and grab your hand tightly but something stopped him. Why? He had no idea.

You were his girlfriend, he had held your hand before and nothing happened. So why would it be any different now? Anxiety over simple things never made anyone think sensible thoughts. But it was enough to make him nervous to simply reach out and grab your hand.

And the worst part? You had no idea. You simply kept walking with a big smile on your face as the two of you walked together.

Before he could stop himself, he just took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed your hand rather abruptly, not saying a single thing as if trying to ignore what just happened.

You were a little stunned—just because it was so sudden. And he had just grabbed your hand rather than lacing his fingers together with yours or something like that so you looked at him with a little bit of confusion. “Megumi?” You asked.

Noticing your eyes on him, he just avoided eye contact, feeling his cheeks heat up for some reason. All he was doing was holding your hand! Well, more like gripping it at this point.

“You don’t have to grip my hand like that, I’m not going anywhere.” You chuckled, trying to make him loosen up a bit so you could intertwine your fingers with his. Really, you were just glad that he was holding your hand and had done it himself.

Megumi didn’t reply but his grip loosened up so you could intertwine your fingers with his, properly holding hands now. You gave his hand a little squeeze and a reassuring smile. To be honest, it was really cute to see him like this but you weren’t going to say anything about it and just decided to leave it as it was.

Holding hands—it was such a simple thing but Megumi’s heart felt like it was racing. He was proud of himself for initiating things but boy was his heart pounding.

But feeling his skin against yours was so nice; feeling the warmth of your hand against his, it was so comforting. Goodness, he loved you so much. He just didn’t know how to say it sometimes.

The two of you held hands until you got back to the school. Nobara and Yuji rushed inside, not wanting to be out in the heat anymore while you and Megumi took your time getting inside. Sometimes you believed Nobara and Yuji shared one brain cell between each other—and they probably did, to be honest.

Megumi’s hand fell from yours when you got inside, which was okay, you were going to sit down to cool off anyway.

You made your way inside and to one of the rooms, walking over to one of the couches. Thankfully you had nothing else going on for the rest of the day so you could just practically pass out on the couch for a little while.

Before you sat down, you looked at Megumi, who was just standing there looking at you. “You okay, sweetheart?” You asked, slightly confused. He had been acting odd all day and it confused you. What was going on?

Again, no reply. Instead, you felt his hands suddenly grab your waist and pull you close to him, his arms enveloping you in a big hug. You stood there stunned for a moment before wrapping your arms around him tightly. It was clear that he really needed this hug.

“Megumi—,” You spoke but he cut you off.

“Don’t say anything.” He said softly, “Just don’t say anything.” He breathed out, not wanting to be asked any questions right now. All he wanted to do was hold you.

With you still in his arms, he moved and sat down on the couch, putting you on his lap and burying his face into the crook of your neck. It was so comforting, so nice. He just wanted to stay like this forever, in the safety and comfort of your arms.

You were still stunned that he was doing this but you didn’t question a thing, continuing to keep your arms locked tightly around him. Eventually, your hand made its way up to his scalp, gently raking your nails through his hair. You could feel him practically melt into your touch and you let out a little chuckle.

“Cute,” You mumbled, your voice could barely be heard.

Megumi let out a little huff and just kept his arms around you, his cheeks warm from embarrassment.

You weren’t sure how long you two were like that and eventually, you had somehow shifted to where the both of you were laying down, still holding each other in your arms. Megumi had practically fallen asleep, comfortably cuddled up right in your arms.

And he would’ve fallen asleep—had Yuji not walked into the room and seen the two of you lying together on the couch. Poor, innocent Yuji who could physically never bring himself to be quiet. “Ooh, Fushiguro! Getting comfortable with [name] there huh?” He said lightheartedly, thinking nothing of it. He really was just teasing.

Within an instant, Megumi was sitting up with an unamused expression, reaching to grab the nearest thing he could, his face pink and flushed “Shut up!”

Yuji was out of that room within seconds, just barely dodging the magazine Megumi had thrown at him.

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megalony · 2 months ago

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They Know Best

This is a new Buddie x reader imagine I had an idea for, I'm really excited about this one.

Please let me know if you like it and would like another part.

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Summary: Evan's parents visit to see the kids, and while he and Eddie are at work (Y/n) and his parents take the kids out. But things get out of hand when the Buckleys try and intervene with Bonnie, who is autistic.

Enjoy.

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A deep frown set into (Y/n)'s features and she locked her jaw tight as if to ensure that she didn't say any of the thoughts rattling around in her mind right now. Her lips pressed together tightly to stop herself from saying something she shouldn't when she looked up at Evan.

The way he was stood with his arms folded over his chest made him look authoritiative yet his fingers were constantly tapping away at his biceps, showing he was nervous. And he was biting down on his lip while his head was tilted at an angle. Her eyes danced up and down Evan's frame, watching the way he stood there in the bedroom doorway and simply watched her.

And those eyes. Those piercing blue eyes looked uneasy and almost like they were starting to flood with sorrow and it was making (Y/n) feel bad.

She didn't want to be arguing with Evan, but she couldn't help how annoyed this whole situation was making her feel.

"Baby, you know I haven't planned this."

With a deep breath, Evan sighed and dropped his arms from over his chest when (Y/n) looked up at him like she was desperate to glare at him but she couldn't quite find it in herself to continue being mad with him.

He stepped forward so he wasn't in the doorway and he aimed towards both girls who he had been watching for the last few minutes.

He and (Y/n) had been in the middle of a discussion until Bonnie bounded in with the hairbrush in hand that she almost whacked (Y/n) with. That was her way of saying she wanted her hair doing. Bonnie found it very theraputic to have her hair brushed or plaited and done in styles. She would sit for hours and let her parents play with her hair.

And she was their first girl, so Eddie and Evan had both had to learn how to style her hair because she loved her hair being brushed and they wanted to connect with her any way they could.

A small glimmer of a smile started to pull at Evan's lips when he looked down at Bonnie. The four year old was sitting on the end of the bed in between (Y/n)'s thighs. One hand was waving in front of her with her fingers pressing together in her manner of stimming, and her other hand was slowly running up and down (Y/n)'s thigh. Clearly feeling the material of her leggings that she was finding sensory and calming.

There was a bright smile on Bonnie's lips and every few seconds she kept closing her eyes and tilting her head further back until she was leaning into (Y/n)'s chest. Whenever she tilted her head too far, (Y/n) would smile and ease Bonnie forwards again or she couldn't plait her hair properly.

Aiming towards them, Evan slowly crouched down in front of the bed and reached his hand out to glide his finger across Bonnie's cheek to gain her attention. He loved how she grinned down at him and how she stopped shaking her hand so she could grip his hand instead which she confiscated like it was one of her numerous teddies.

When Evan rested his other hand on (Y/n)'s thigh, she looked down at him sharply and raised one brow. "Sucking up won't help you, mister."

A sheepish look flooded Evan's face and he adverted his eyes down for a moment before he sighed and leant forward until his cheek was resting on (Y/n)'s thigh.

He couldn't help but grin when Bonnie giggled and let go of his hand so she could start running her fingers through Evan's curls and tugging on them. The four year old had gone through a stage last year of pulling hair, but not in a cruel way. She liked people playing with her hair so Bonnie tried to return the favour, but she started to yank and pull on each parent's hair when she was trying to interact with them.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes and leaned forward to kiss Bonnie's head since she was nearly done putting her hair into two plaits now. She mumbled "Poor daddy," which caused Evan to look up at her with those puppy dog eyes that she could never resist.

"I'm sorry." Sincerity flooded Evan's voice but it only made (Y/n) feel even more annoyed, because she knew he wasn't lying. She knew he was sorry and that he wasn't happy about this situation either, but it was still irritating to (Y/n).

"I just don't see why you can't be off too. They're your parents, Evan, not mine." The way she said his name caused Evan to wince and he finally lifted his head off her thigh when he noticed she was done with Bonnie's hair.

He straightened up and scooped their daughter up, settling her on his chest so he could kiss her cheek and she could ruffle his hair as much as she liked.

"My pretty baby."

"Pretty."

A broad grin lit up Evan's face and he nodded, briefly looking up at (Y/n) to see her smiling too because Bonnie didn't say that many words. It irritated Evan that they had to write 'nonverbal' on all the forms they filled out when they got Bonnie into nursery and for when they would enroll her into a special school.

Because technically she could speak, she could say her name, she said mama and daddy and papa. She could say Chris and a slurred version of Johnny and she could say drink. Bonnie understood what was being said to her and sometimes, she would sporadically repeat words.

But because she couldn't answer questions- and most of the time she didn't know how to respond- and she couldn't say more than a few words, she was classed as nonverbal. It grated on Evan to have people say that when in his mind she was verbal because she could say a few words, and they were all praying that when she went to school, they would help Bonnie develop speech and sentences.

"Yep, you're so pretty. Go find papa, tell him how pretty you are." With a kiss to her cheek, Evan gently set Bonnie down to her feet and watched her trot out of the room. A slurred rendition of 'pretty' leaving her lips as she went.

When she was gone and safely out of earshot, Evan moved both his hands out and held onto (Y/n)'s hips. He pushed up on his knees so he was knelt between her thighs and he tilted his head back so he was looking up at her. He knew he wasn't totally in bad books when (Y/n) looped an arm around the back of his neck and finally kept eye contact with him.

"Why can't you have the day off?" (Y/n) murmured quietly even though there were no kids in the room anymore to listen in and eavesdrop.

Evan's parents were in town, and they wanted to see the kids tomorrow which happened to be the day that both Eddie and Evan would be working.

(Y/n) didn't get along with the Buckley parents. They weren't very happy about the poly relationship between Evan, (Y/n) and Eddie. It had been hard enough to convince them to be civil when (Y/n) was pregnant and gave birth to Johnny. They were under the impression that the kids couldn't have more than one dad and they barely talked to Eddie whenever they saw him and they were less than kind to (Y/n).

It was the reason whenever they were in town that Evan would be there when they visited the kids, which didn't happen too often.

(Y/n) didn't want to be the only one there when his parents came to town. She didn't want them to be abrupt with her and rude and she didn't like how they interfered and tried to boss the kids around. And they didn't understand Bonnie's autism either.

"If I'd of known I would of swapped the shift, but it's too short notice now baby. Eddie's on call, if I call in he has to stay late to cover my shift so either way no one wins."

If Evan had been given some prior notice, he would have talked to Bobby and either swapped or cancelled his shift tomorrow. He didn't want to leave (Y/n) to deal with his parents on her own, it wasn't fair and he knew how crude his parents could be. But he didn't have a choice.

If he called in sick tomorrow then Eddie would have to stay and cover because Eddie was on the early shift and Evan was on the midday shift. They would make Eddie stay to cover him and that wasn't a good or fair solution.

"No, either way I don't win." (Y/n) moved her hand to rub at her temple as she tried to calm down. "They don't like me, it's so hard to try and be polite and be inclusive when they don't want to be around me. They won't even talk to Eddie when he's home."

"You think I don't know that?"

If Evan stayed home, Eddie would have to pull a double shift which wouldn't be fair but (Y/n) would still have to be there to deal with Evan's parents. If both of them went to their respective shifts, (Y/n) still got left with her in-laws. Either way, she lost the game and had to put up the Buckley parents.

And it was hard, it was harder than she ever thought it would be because they weren't open-minded, they weren't warm and caring or loving, not even towards their own son.

They seemed to think (Y/n) was the problem, that she was playing both men and they made it clear they didn't like the fact that all the kids had double barrell names. Even Chris had asked to have Evan's name too so he would match Johnny and Bonnie. The Buckleys didn't like this because in their views, Eddie and Evan couldn't both be father to the kids.

And they barely spoke to Eddie when he was around because they knew he wouldn't hold his tongue with them. He didn't care if they were rude to him, but he wouldn't have them disrespect (Y/n) or the kids or talk about their family in front of the kids and upset them.

"What about Maddie?"

"Hm?" (Y/n) moved her hand to cup the back of Evan's neck and she started to glide her thumb up and down over his hair as she waited for him to explain.

"I can ask her to spend the day with you too, she's not at work tomorrow." Evan knew his sister wasn't at work this week and he knew their parents would most likely spend their time with her rather than with Evan's family. Something that was both a relief and an insult at the same time.

He could ask Maddie if she would come over with Jee so (Y/n) didn't have to deal with his parents alone. They would be easier to handle if Maddie was here playing referee and steering conversation and telling their parents when to stop and be quiet. They listened to her, they respected Maddie because she was their own and she was the child they were closest to.

(Y/n) nodded and muttered "Please," before she leant forward until they were level and their noses were touching. Her eyes closed when their lips pressed together and she tried to stop herself from tilting too far forward since she was sitting on the very edge of their bed.

She felt Evan's hands squeezing her hips as he pushed up until their chests were pressed together. And she could feel Evan smiling against her lips, especially when he scraped his teeth against her lower lip and caused her to gasp into his mouth.

When their lips parted, Evan kept his eyes closed and basked in the feeling of their lips almost touching, until something caught his attention.

"It's too quiet. Come on." He couldn't hear the boys playing a video game or arguing over a colouring book or asking to go to the park. And he couldn't hear Bonnie giggling or running around crashing into things or stimming. He didn't like it when the house was quiet, that was a bad indicator.

He pushed up to his feet and held his hands out for (Y/n) to take and he pulled her up with him. When (Y/n) looked up at him and realised where his line of sight was trained on, she found herself smiling again, especially when one of his hands let go of hers in favour of reaching out for her stomach.

"You have told your parents about this one too, right? I don't want to be giving them a big surprise when I see them tomorrow."

(Y/n) moved her hand down to cup Evan's wrist and she followed his line of sight to where he was looking at her bump. She and Eddie always left it down to Evan to tell his parents whereas when they told the team or (Y/n) and Eddie's parents they were having a baby, the three of them did it together.

Evan's parents were the only ones who were never as congratulating or pleased or warming when (Y/n) got pregnant. And she certainly didn't want to see his parents tomorrow and find out that he hadn't mentioned this third pregnancy to them yet.

"Didn't need to, Maddie let it slip last month… don't think mum was too happy that Maddie got a scan photo and they didn't."

It had been an inward relief to Evan that Maddie had accidentally told their parents the news. She had presumed Evan would have mentioned it already and with a slip of the tongue over the phone, she ended up telling them that (Y/n) was pregnant again.

And as always, Evan had given Maddie a copy of the scan photos because she was his parental figure and he loved to show her and bubble over and be giddy about his family. He did find it ironic that his parents had been dismayed not to get a sonogram, despite not being very involved grandparents as it was.

"Oh, good." As long as (Y/n) didn't have to tell them or give them a shock, she didn't care who had let it slip.

Their hands stayed entwined as they headed out the bedroom and down the hall, wondering where the rest of their family were and what they were up to.

The pair of them barely got down the hall before they heard Eddie's deep voice ring out through the air. "Go show dad, that's his area of expertise, not mine."

Whatever Eddie was talking about, it was clear in his voice that he wasn't too keen on the topic of conversation.

Evan unlatched his hand from (Y/n)'s just as Johnny bolted from the kitchen and nearly barelled into the pair of them in the hall. The seven year old had such a bright grin on his face that rivalled the sun and his hands were clasped together with his arms outstretched in front of him.

"Dad! Look, look!"

Johnny pushed up on his tiptoes and presented his cupped hands as close as he could to Evan to try and get his attention. And his smile broadened when Evan obliged and crouched down in front of him to see what he was cradling so tenderly.

"Oh wow, where'd you find this little guy?"

When she heard Evan's words (Y/n) couldn't help but lean forward to see what Johnny had found. Her hand rested on his shoulder and she slouched her hip into Evan's side as she looked down to see that Johnny was presenting them with a lime green caterpillar with fuzzy spikes which looked like a Mohican.

"Um, that little guy lives outside, boys." (Y/n) reminded them as she pressed a kiss to the back of Evan's head and did the same to Johnny while she passed and headed into the kitchen.

Both the boys were nature lovers, they were interested in creatures and science and the Earth, the same as Evan. He did their science projects with them and they read science magaines together and always went to the zoo and the museums together. So it was only natural that they had a little 'out house' in the garden where they kept any creatures and little insect pets the boys found.

They had all built a small bee house together last month and although they hadn't gotten any bees yet, they were all still hopeful.

"Come on, let's go put him in his new home." Evan turned Johnny around and scooped him up beneath his arms to take him through the kitchen and out into the back garden.

They couldn't keep any little creatures like that inside where Bonnie was around. It was safer to have them outside because Bonnie had Pica, she would eat things that weren't food and even though she had never eaten any insects before, they couldn't risk it. She had tried eating mud when playing in the garden and she had eaten a handful of sand when they were on the beach. They had to keep a close eye on her.

(Y/n) watched the pair of them head out the back door with a fond smile, but her head whipped to the left to look over at Eddie when she heard his voice.

"Ow- hey, madam don't do that." Eddie tried to tilt his head back but he couldn't lean out the way before Bonnie got her hand fisted in his hair again.

A high pitch giggle left her lips as she pulled on his locks and pressed her lips to the side of his temple like she was trying to give him a kiss.

The sight was endearing and caused a smile to flood (Y/n)'s face as she walked over to Eddie. He had their youngest perched on his right hip, and his head was now bent down against Bonnie's shoulder from the sudden force she had grabbed and pulled on his hair.

He hissed again when she yanked on his roots and he muttered "Help?" and waved his free hand out towards (Y/n) before he tried to grab their daughter's hand to get her to release him.

Out of them all, Eddie seemed to be the one Bonnie loved to pull hair with. She would end up yanking his head from side to side or scratching his scalp or giving him a strain in his neck from how she grabbed at him. It was one of the reasons Evan always switched between long curls and short, shaved hair because when Bonnie started grabbing, he got a haircut. She didn't seem to pull on (Y/n)'s hair quite like she did with Eddie.

"Baby, let papa go or you'll hurt him." (Y/n) held onto Bonnie's wrist and gently pulled her hand back until she finally released his hair with a whine. But she ceased when (Y/n) kissed the back of her hand and Eddie tilted his head as far back as possible so he wouldn't be a target again.

"You're mean, you know that?" It was clear Bonnie didn't agree or understand because a round of giggles left her lips and she began to clap her hands since she couldn't entertain herself with Eddie's hair anymore.

And her cheeky grin only broadened when Eddie kissed her cheek and bounced her on his hip. And she seemed even more delighted when (Y/n) leaned against Eddie's chest and he encased them both to his chest like he was giving them a bear hug.

The four year old was all for cuddles and games and close contact, the more cuddles she got the better. Which was a relief considering some of the kids at Bonnie's nursery didn't like physical touch, even with their own parents and families.

But Bonnie wasn't like that, and she leant more into Eddie's chest as she reached out for (Y/n)'s hair this time with a cheeky giggle that told them she knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to play.

***

Unease tore through (Y/n) as their little group continued on their walk through the park. She thought she had been doing well at hiding her unamused and rather unsettled expression, until she looked across at Maddie. The sympathetic look (Y/n) received told her that she looked outwardly uncomfortable and it was crystal clear.

She wished Evan or at least Eddie had been off today or that the Buckleys had come down a few days ago. They should have talked to Evan first, found out what everyone was working or asked in advance so they had time to ask for a day off or switch their shifts around.

Just turning up unannounced wasn't the right way to go about it and (Y/n) wished she could crawl into a hole and disappear.

At least when she was around Eddie's parents, they were inclusive and kind. They had been against the relationship at first, being devout Catholics. But once they saw how happy (Y/n) and Evan made Eddie and Chris, they had come around. They were kind to (Y/n), they treated her like she was actually family, like she was one of their daughters and they made the effort.

The Buckleys didn't.

(Y/n) wasn't sure what to do with herself. Whatever she did, whatever she said seemed to make them huff or look at her gone out and even the kids didn't know what to say or how to act.

The only one who wasn't affected was Bonnie, but (Y/n) knew if Margaret or Phillip tried to pick Bonnie up or get too close, she would retreat. It took her a while to form a bond with people, and she hadn't been around these grandparents enough to be comfortable with them and interact with them. Whereas Maddie could pick her up and play and sing with her and Bonnie would be happy as ever.

"Can we go to the play park?" Johnny looked up between his mum and his aunt with an inquizitive look and he timidly pointed ahead to where the fenced off playground was.

"Sure, lead the way." Maddie let go of Jee's hand so she could run ahead with Johnny, seeing as though they were in the middle of the park and not near any roads.

When (Y/n) looked down to her left, she could see Chris was smiling and nodding, they all loved the park, even Bonnie. Chris leaned his cheek against (Y/n)'s arm while he had his right hand holding onto the stroller (Y/n) was pushing where Bonnie was happily sat clapping and stimming.

Chris usually liked to push the stroller, it help him with coordination and it was sometimes easier to lean on the stroller than to walk unaided or with his crutches.

They walked in tandem with Maddie beside Chris and Margaret and Phillip two steps ahead of them, watching Jee and Johnny. For a minute or two, the atmosphere was calm and almost serene around them.

And when Margaret turned to look behind her, she had a somewhat pleasant smile as she looked between Chris and Bonnie. But then her gaze lingered on Bonnie for a moment too long, and her head angled to the side like she was scrutinising her granddaughter, and something inquizitive passed over her face.

"Why don't you let her walk for a bit?" Margaret pointed between the stroller and the grass surrounding them as if it wasn't clear who and what she was talking about. But (Y/n) shook her head and tried to smile all the same.

"She's fine." She didn't bother to lean over and look at her daughter because she knew Bonnie wouldn't get out.

That didn't stop Margaret from tutting and smiling down at Bonnie like she thought (Y/n) was making some kind of mistake. She held her hand out and waved her fingers towards Bonnie and the four year old looked up at her for a second or two before she went back to clapping.

With the way that Bonnie was constantly rocking her head back and forth and sometimes her shoulders too, she was shaking the stroller every now and then. But it was a movement that (Y/n) was used to, her daughter could never stay still. Even when she was having a cuddle or settling down at night with one of her parents, she was either humming, tapping her fingers or twitching her foot.

"Oh but look at little Jee, she's walking and she's the same age." Margaret looked back ahead towards her other granddaughter, the one who clearly got more attention and affection and even her smile brightened when she looked towards her.

Sometimes it didn't bother (Y/n). She could see that Margaret and Phillip didn't know how to interact with Bonnie because she was autistic, she needed different approaches and they weren't grasping that yet. It wasn't such a big deal either because Bonnie didn't need that bond with them, she had (Y/n)'s parents, Eddie's parents and Bobby who was like another grandparent to her. But when (Y/n) saw them favour Jee over the boys too, then it started to annoy her.

Glancing her eyes to the left once again, (Y/n) shared a look with Maddie who simply rolled her eyes. She knew her parents didn't understand and it was starting to get tiresome trying to explain things to them.

A sigh bubbled up in (Y/n)'s chest but she tried to force it down as she folded her arms over the stroller and arched her back out.

"She doesn't like walking when she doesn't know where she is, it scares her. She feels safe in the stroller."

"She can't use that forever."

Something stabbed at (Y/n)'s chest when Margaret shook her head and even looked towards Maddie as if she expected her to agree.

(Y/n) knew that. She knew that this wasn't a long-term solution and she would never want to confine Bonnie to her stroller and give her that assumption that she was only ever safe like this. But for now, this was how they all coped. Bonnie was four, she was a toddler and the world was a scary place when she didn't understand it.

Being in her stroller was a comfort, she was strapped in, she was being controlled by her parents. She didn't have to get lost or panic or get overwhelmed by the world and the sensory objects around her. She got to be pushed around and go out in the fresh air without that sense of panic.

Whenever they tried to get Bonnie to walk, she would get overwhelmed. She seemed to panic, even if she was holding someone's hand.

Sometimes, on rare occasions when she was in a familiar place or she was walking around the block surrounding their home, she would walk. She would have one hand tangled with either her parents or her brothers and she would stim and rock, but she would walk.

She walked round the house and garden just fine, she would go to the station and trot around happily, she went to nursery because now that was familiar to her just like the swimming pool.

But walking out in the community she didn't know or a busy shop was different and (Y/n) wouldn't let Bonnie get upset and go into a meltdown.

"Well for now, I'd rather her feel safe than get distressed. I know what I'm doing." Bonnie was her daughter and she knew how to look after her.

(Y/n) and the boys were in agreement that once Bonnie got a bit older, they would do strategies with her. They would get her to walk a few steps outside somewhere new, and then build up her resiliance and when she went to school that would help too. But for now, she got carried or went in her stroller because it was safe and she was still a little toddler.

Their group continued walking towards the playground, but (Y/n) felt cold shudders running through her blood when she heard Margaret mutter "If you say so," under her breath.

What did they know about raising a child like Bonnie? What parent groups had they gone to like (Y/n) and the boys did? What teachers and doctors and social workers did they ask for advice and how best to calm down Bonnie's anxiety?

They didn't know how hard (Y/n) tried to do what was right for Bonnie or how she agonised over whether or not she was doing what everyone else would deem as right. They were trying to make Bonnie happy and comfortable and do what was best for her and put her first. They would never do this if they thought it wasn't right. They couldn't just pick Bonnie up and demand that she walk like her brothers and Jee. They couldn't expect Bonnie to understand or forget her worries and do something everyone else thought was simple.

They had to take other precautions and approaches, and that was what (Y/n), Evan and Eddie were doing each and every day.

(Y/n) almost jumped when she felt a hand resting on her arm but she simmered down a little when she realised it was Maddie. "Ignore them, they clearly don't know what they're talking about."

With a warming smile, Maddie gave (Y/n)'s arm a squeeze before she stepped forward and opened the playground gate so she could get the stroller through.

Once they were inside the relatively empty playground, everyone seemed to filter off in their own direction.

Chris confiscated Maddie and aimed for the tyre swing that was currently unoccupied. Something that he loved because the spinning motion was calming to him, the same as it probably would be to Bonnie when she was a bit older.

Johnny aimed for the slide and to (Y/n)'s surprise, Margaret was following him. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. On one hand it was good that Margaret was trying to make an effort with the boys, but at the same time it was unnerving when (Y/n) didn't exactly trust them around the kids and when she didn't know what they would say to them.

With both boys happy and Jee directing Phillip towards the baby swings, (Y/n) rested the stroller up beside the fence and crouched down in front of Bonnie.

The four year old had a bright smile on her face and she was clinging to the new toy Evan had found for her. It was a baby chew toy, designed to look like a zebra with plastic feet and different cloth materials so Bonnie could chew and bite it without damaging it or hurting herself. It was for teething babies, but all teething toys were great for Bonnie as they gave her something to focus on and stopped her from trying to chew and eat things she shouldn't.

"Shall we go play?"

Bonnie giggled and kicked her feet out excitedly and once (Y/n) unclipped the buckle, she reached down and scooped her up.

It was getting a bit harder each week to be picking and carrying Bonnie around when her bump was getting in the way. (Y/n) was twenty weeks along now and she was surprised Bonnie didn't seem too bothered or disgruntled at her changing shape. Every now and then Bonnie would tap her stomach or try prodding it if she thought it was in the way, but so far she wasn't bothered. (Y/n) had a feeling that would change once her bump got bigger and she wouldn't be able to carry Bonnie anymore.

She sat Bonnie on her hip and headed towards the swings, keeping her eyes down because she didn't know how to act or what to say to Phillip.

Once Bonnie was settled in the swing, (Y/n) slowly started to push her back and forth. Looking between both girls who were giggling and kicking their legs out.

Phillip looked between both granddaughters with a fondness in his eyes and a bright smile before he leaned a bit closer to (Y/n). "Will she walk, you know, in here?"

He moved his hand to motion to the park and for the first time in a while, (Y/n) looked up at him. He always seemed less intimidating and disappointed than Margaret, but he still wasn't the easiest person to approach and sometimes the way he was so dismissive with Evan made (Y/n) less inclined to want to talk to him. But if he was making the effort today, then so would she.

"Yeah, it's small and has a barrier, she must think seeing the perimeter is safe."

The park was relatively small and there was an old red metal fence all the way around to stop kids from running off or going to far from their parents. Something like this showed Bonnie that she was enclosed, she was safe and she couldn't get lost in here.

She could trot from the slide to the swings or to the roundabout and wait for someone to push her and help her. But she still liked to see her stroller nearby, like a safety net, or if she got too overwhelmed or too tired she would hold her arms out and wait for someone to carry her.

And most of the time, the person she would go to be carried would be Evan. She knew he would always pick her up. Bonnie was his little girl, his 'Bonnie baby' as he used to call her when she had first been born and he loved carrying her around and having her cuddled up in his arms. And if she needed to feel protected and safe, Evan would always oblige and have her engulfed in his arms.

Being at the park seemed to calm everybody down and they stayed there for near on an hour. All the kids could spend the day there, even Bonnie who had a short attention span, but when Chris took her on the roundabout or helped her on the small toddler slide, she had been in fits of giggles.

Everyone was ready to leave now though, especially because the kids knew that they were going to the station. Evan had texted Maddie to say that they were having a slow day and that they were all welcome to drop by the station if they wanted.

The kids loved the station and it would give his parents a chance to see where he worked and try to be civil to him and Eddie in front of the team. They would never want to embarrass themselves.

"Daddy. Papa. Papa." Bonnie began to tap her hand down on Maddie's shoulder who was currently carrying her along the path since they were all on their way out the park towards the street.

"I know, we're going to see daddy and papa and Captain Bobby."

"Papa." The little girl nodded her head, but that was the main word she was focused on at the moment. It would be the one word she kept saying on repeat until they went to see Eddie. (Y/n) sincerely hoped he didn't go out on a call before they got there or Bonnie would have a tantrum if she didn't get to see him for at least a minute.

Looking down to her right, (Y/n) smiled as Johnny entwined their hands and began swaying their hands back and forth between them. He leant his cheek against (Y/n)'s arm as they walked together while Maddie was in front of them with Bonnie in her arms and Chris was to (Y/n)'s right, pushing the empty stroller. Phillip and Margaret seemed to be leading their little group as Jee was pulling on Phillip's hand, telling him she knew the way to the station from here.

A small chuckle left (Y/n)'s lips when she looked at Maddie and Bonnie. When Bonnie started to hum, Maddie did the same and tried to match the tune she was creating. This really made Bonnie smile and she began to gently tap her fingers against Maddie's lips, maybe to feel the sound and vibrations as some kind of stim. Whatever the reason, it was making her happy and Maddie was grinning, clearly unbothered by the touch.

(Y/n) looked down at Chris when he stepped towards her and leaned into her side causing her to be safely sandwiched between her boys. His hands were tapping and clenching around the stroller handle but his eyes were drifting around like he was looking for something to entertain himself with.

"Are they coming back to our house for tea?" The air of caution in Chris's voice showed he wasn't too keen on that idea, and he wasn't the only one. He seemed a bit more at ease when (Y/n) looped her arm around his shoulders and pecked the top of his head.

"I don't think so, not when your dad won't be there." (Y/n) highly doubted they would want to stay when Evan- and Eddie- would both still be at work. And even if they were home, (Y/n) wasn't so sure they would stay that much longer, at least not in the same day.

This was a lot of interaction for them all and the kids weren't as close or keen on Margaret and Phillip as their other grandparents. They wouldn't be so happy and settled if they stayed at their home. (Y/n) had a feeling that all the kids would disappear to their rooms the moment they had eaten if Margaret and Phillip joined them for tea. It was more plausable that they would go home with Maddie.

When (Y/n) lifted her head as they all left the park and headed onto the main street, her heart momentarily jumped up into her throat and clogged her breathing when she looked at Maddie and noticed her arms were now empty. She scanned around to find that Bonnie was now in Margaret's arms, and that didn't make (Y/n) feel much better.

Bonnie loved being carried, but she wasn't so keen on being with people she didn't know well or bond with. And she wasn't humming anymore. The four year old was twirling and stimming her hands and she wasn't looking at Margaret, a sign that she wasn't too settled.

"Can we sit in the truck when we get there?" Johnny kept swaying from left to right as they walked down the path and turned the corner. They were only a few minutes away from the station now.

They hadn't been down to the station in a while, and although they were always on their best behaviour when they were there, they always got to look around. They could go down the pole, look in the truck and the ambulance and sometimes have something to eat. He wanted to sit in the truck again.

"You'll have to ask Bobby when we get there." That wasn't something (Y/n) could agree to, but she couldn't see Bobby denying it, he was all for the kids coming to the station.

A strange sort of smile formed on Margaret's lips as she looked at the little girl in her arms. Bonnie still hadn't looked at her yet, and she was humming away to herself as she looked around and it made Margaret wonder if she knew where she was. After all, the station was just down the road, the red shutters were visible from where they were now. Maybe she knew the way. She could probably walk it from here.

Crouching down, she gently set Bonnie down to her feet and took her hand, promptly stopping her from bending her fingers and stimming. She tried to start walking again, but three steps ahead was where Bonnie stopped.

Her head tilted down so she was staring at the floor and she began to try and pull her hand out of Margaret's hold. A small whine left Bonnie's lips as she turned on the spot and tried to look around. She didn't want to walk, it was written across her face that she wasn't happy.

"Mum, she's gonna get upset." Maddie stepped forward, promptly tugging on Jee's hand since she had switched from walking with her grandad to walking with her mum. If Bonnie was going to panic then Maddie would happily carry her to the station or get her back in her stroller, but she wasn't going to walk.

"She has to learn."

Once again, Margaret tried pulling on Bonnie's hand but it was more like dragging her when the little girl whined and tried not to. Her feet skidded against the pavement and she kicked her feet out as she tried leaning forwards. She didn't want to.

In an instant she dropped down to her knees with a bang and started to rock back and forth, continuing to look at the floor like she was too unhappy to try and look at any of her family. The word 'no' muttered beneath Bonnie's breath until it was barely eligible with how fast she was muttering and it turned into a hum rather than a word she was expressing.

(Y/n) felt both boys cling to her arms as she tried to look around Maddie and see why they had stopped walking and what they were all doing. But she could feel a fire burning within her chest when she saw that Bonnie was kneeling on the floor. She did that when she was upset or about to have a meltdown. She was trying to make herself feel safe and block out the world.

What were they doing?

"Now let's not be a silly girl. Come on, walk with nanny." Margaret scooped her hands beneath Bonnie's arms and tried to set her back on her feet, but the toddler's legs were turning floppy.

She was getting distressed and if this carried on and she wasn't calmed down she would have a meltdown and begin to scream. They didn't need people stopping to ask what they were doing or give them dirty looks and it wasn't fair on Bonnie when her grandparents were the ones causing her distress.

"You're upsetting her, she can go back in her stroller." It was hard to control her tone when (Y/n) could feel her temper rising within her.

They were frightening her daughter and she wouldn't let them drag her like she was a child having a temper tantrum. She was autistic and they were upsetting her and not adjusting to her needs. They couldn't just expect Bonnie to walk and ignore her anxiety and feel the same way they did when she was programmed differently.

(Y/n) tugged on Johnny's hand to get him to stand closer to the wall rather than near the road on their left. She needed him to stand with Jee and Maddie so she could go get Bonnie and carry her or put her in the stroller. She wouldn't have Margaret dragging her around like a puppet.

She shook her head with a growl when Margaret still tried to pull on Bonnie's hand and get her to walk. And she could feel herself beginning to shake when Phillip tried to take her other hand too. They clearly thought dragging her between them would somehow make her feel safe and secure rather than like she was a prisoner being taken away. And they were stopping her from stimming, she was trying to shake and twist and pull her hands out of their grip but they weren't letting her.

"She needs to learn not to be naughty-"

"She's frightened!" The wheel of the stroller screeched as Chris tried to shove it forward to get to his sister.

They were frightening her and dragging her around like a doll. If his dads were here he knew for a fact that Eddie would have picked Bonnie up by now and Evan would have stormed in and shouted at them for what they were doing.

(Y/n) was almost within reach of her daughter, even with her in-laws trying to pull her forward despite the way she was clearly whining and shaking her head and scuffing her feet into the floor. She could see Maddie out the corner of her eye, wanting so badly to argue with her parents but she was trying to usher the rest of the kids to one side to give Bonnie some space.

It was clear to Maddie and (Y/n) that the four year old was about to have a meltdown. When Bonnie had meltdowns, if she was at home she would slam doors and scream and throw herself on the floor. Out in public she wasn't always predictable, she might scream, she might stomp her feet or lay on the floor or start hitting whatever was close to her. Sometimes she had a tendency to scratch her neck if she was really upset.

There was no chance for (Y/n) to reach out for her girl.

With a violent scream, Bonnie bent her knees and started to bounce and waver until her hands were finally free from their constraints. Her hands began to shake and twitch at her sides and before (Y/n) could call her name, Bonnie bolted.

"Bonnie no!"

Reaching her hands out, (Y/n) roughly pushed past both Margaret and Phillip to take off after Bonnie. For being only four and having rather bad coordination, Bonnie was fast and light on her feet. Her head was shaking from side to side as she screamed at the top of her lungs and if (Y/n) had to guess, she would say that Bonnie had her eyes closed. Something she often did when she was upset like this.

(Y/n) couldn't keep up with her. She couldn't reach out for her and grab her quick enough and Bonnie was light on her feet. Whereas (Y/n) was trying to run off the pure adrenaline coursing through her system, but she was barely catching a proper breath.

"Stop! Baby stop!" Tears were starting to blur (Y/n)'s vision and whip against her skin from the wind hitting her face.

If Bonnie didn't look where she was going and she started to veer left, she would end up on the road.

Droplets of sweat glistened on Eddie's skin as "Bloody shutters." mumbled past his lips. He lifted his arm to swipe his forearm against his temple. The station shutters kept getting stuck and wouldn't open on one side, so he had been trying to fix it. But the most he had managed to do was get them to lift up a few more feet.

He started to climb down the small step-ladder he had found in the inventory cupboard, but his head snapped to the right and a frown settled in his features when he heard a round of screams. The high pitch noise started to get closer and it caused the hairs on the back of Eddie's neck to stick up.

He felt it in his blood before his eyes managed to confirm his suspicions. That was Bonnie's scream.

Sure enough, there was his little girl. Bolting down the street with another scream and her little shoes stamping against the pavement creating an awful echo behind her.

The heel of Eddie's boot caught on the step-ladder when he jumped down. He could feel his heart pounding through his body and igniting his skin on fire as his sights set on his daughter. He could just about see (Y/n) a few feet behind her, pointing and practically screaming herself as she just couldn't reach her.

"Bonnie- Bonnie stop!" Eddie's guttural voice must have chilled Bonnie to the bone because she almost jumped from the ground at the sound of his voice. She hadn't been expecting to see him, and she hated when any parent used that tone of voice or she thought they were angry with her.

Eddie's boots hammered against the floor but he held his breath when Bonnie veered to her left. Towards the road.

She stumbled off the curb, clearly having no awareness of where she was going or what she was doing. She just wanted to get away.

Determination set into Eddie's bones as he heard (Y/n) scream; the desperate sound rattling through him and making him want to be sick. He jumped down the curb, his arms stretched out in front of him and he swooped down and hoisted Bonnie up into the air.

Her back became pinned against Eddie's chest and he pivoted on his heels, aiming for the pavement again just as a car horn blared out. With Bonnie pinned to his chest, Eddie pressed his lips to her temple and briefly waved his hand towards the car because at least the driver her slowed down to check that everything was okay in case he had to stop.

The moment Eddie stepped back onto the pavement he felt like his legs had turned to jelly. His knees started to tremble and his arms were shaking as he bound Bonnie to his chest.

She stopped writhing and kicking the moment she realised who had grabbed her and that it wasn't a stranger or the grandparents she had tried to run away from. And when Eddie carefully turned her around in his arms so they were face to face, Bonnie bound her arms around his neck.

He felt her shaking hands knot in his hair which caused his head to angle back a bit, but right now he didn't care. She could tug on his hair and scream into his neck like this and he wouldn't argue or say one thing. She was safe in his arms, that was all he cared about.

Both (Y/n)'s hands cupped her face and she doubled forward, creasing over until her stomach ached and the sickness rising within her started to fade. She didn't bother to stop herself when she felt like screaming; she let the sound vibrate through her fingers as tears continued to trickle down her face.

She could hear Maddie shouting behind them, clearly trying to hurry along with the rest of the kids. She could hear Johnny crying and Chris calling out for all of them now that he could see Eddie was here too. And she tried to block out the sound of Phillip and Margaret's voices.

"Okay, ooh baby. Papa's got you." Eddie pressed a dozen kisses to Bonnie's temple as he moved over to (Y/n).

It was hard trying to move one arm when both arms felt like stone and were deadlocked around his daughter, but he reached out and curled his hand around (Y/n)'s arm as he stood at her side. His eyes raked up and down her frame, trying to see whether she was about to be sick, whether she was somehow hurt or if this was just adrenaline and terror taking over her system.

"What the Hell happened? W-why was she running?" Eddie had never seen Bonnie bolt that fast before. They all knew if something frightened her she might run or scuttle, but she had never pelted down the street like that or wandered onto the road. But she had no road sense, she was only four.

And Eddie couldn't fathom why she hadn't been in her stroller when he could see Chris up ahead, running as he pushed the empty stroller Bonnie should have been safely strapped into.

"I- I shouldn't keep her in the stroller apparently, so Margaret tried to make her walk. She had a meltdown, she… she bolted, because they know best."

(Y/n) pressed one hand to her temple as she tried to straighten up, but her lips creased and she couldn't stop herself from crying and gasping for breath. Her stomach was churning like a cement mixer and she could feel the baby kicking and wriggling to the point it was starting to hurt and she felt like she was going to collapse.

She had almost been too late. If Eddie hadn't been outside when he was, if he had been inside or a second too late at seeing Bonnie, she might not have made it across the road. She could have been hit by a car or crossed the road and gotten even further away from (Y/n).

If they just let Maddie or (Y/n) pick Bonnie up or put her back in the stroller then everything would have been alright. They had pushed Bonnie into this meltdown, they had caused this and almost got her hurt.

When she looked up through her watering lashes, she could see the fury written across Eddie's face.

He had never looked so furious.

His lips were curled into a snarl and were pressed together so tightly his nostrils were flaring as he tried to catch his breath back. A dark shade of rouge was quickly slithering up his neck and clouding his face and his shoulders were quaking with each heaving breath he took.

His hand was trembling as he tightened his hold around (Y/n)'s arm and carefully tugged her to the side so she was stood near the station door. And his head angled to one side as he looked over at the boys.

Johnny was clinging to Maddie's hand, still sniffling and gasping as he tried not to cry. Eddie wasn't sure if his boy knew what had happened or if he was crying from all the panic, Johnny got scared easily. But Chris was seething, he was bashing his palms down against the stroller and he was rocking back and forth to try and calm himself down.

While Maddie was stood with Jee on her hip and a concerned expression that was mixed with grief and torment. Why couldn't her parents listen to them?

Letting go of (Y/n), Eddie moved his hand to point towards the doors and he clicked his fingers. "Everyone inside."

No one dared argue with him. Maddie led the way, guiding Johnny inside while Chris steamed in and shoved the stroller into the corner so it wasn't blocking the entrance in case the trucks had to go.

(Y/n) tried to head inside but she could feel herself going lightheaded once she was through the doors. The adrenaline was wearing off and it was making her feel sick. Every part of her was shaking. She pressed her hand against her stomach and turned away just in case the kids were looking, she didn't want them to look if she was going to be sick. She leant forward and closed her eyes, breathing through her nose to try and ward off the bile rising in her throat.

Loud footsteps echoed through the station as Evan picked up the pace when he saw his family flocking through the open shutters.

A broad grin spread across his face, right until he looked around his loved ones and realised that not a single one of them was smiling back. Chris looked furious, stood with his hands balled into fists and his lips formed into a pout. Johnny was tucked into Maddie's side with a tear stained face and quaking shoulders, giving away that he had been crying.

His sister had that kind of expression Evan used to see when their parents didn't celebrate his birthday or when they forgot about his football games or didn't turn up at school when he hurt himself. She looked disappointed and enraged and tormented all at once, and it made Evan want to cry.

But it was his partners he found himself focusing on. (Y/n) had her back to everyone and she was doubled forward like she was in some kind of pain or like she didn't feel well.

And there was something in Eddie's eyes that set Evan off-kilter. Those maroon eyes were almost black. His jaw was locked and clicking from side to side and he was actually shaking as he cupped the back of Bonnie's head and tried to calm her down. And when Evan looked at their daughter, he realised she was whimpering. She was tugging on Eddie's hair, her legs were thrashing into his abdomen and she was hitting her other hand down on his shoulder.

"Hey… what's wrong?" Evan wasn't quite sure who to approach first, his partners, their kids or his sister.

The only people he didn't want to go near was his parents who were stood off to one side, clinging to each other like they had witnessed a massacre. They wouldn't meet Evan's eyes, they wouldn't look anywhere but at the fire truck like it was some kind of omen or beacon of hope for them.

He watched with wide eyes that were quickly being consumed by panic as Eddie advanced over to him with a face like thunder, but Evan wasn't expecting the words that came out of his mouth.

"Get your parents away from the kids. Now."

What on Earth did that mean? What had they done that was so bad that Eddie didn't want them around the kids? Had they hurt one of them, lashed out at one of the kids, shouted at them? Had they acted inappropriately?

Evan stood with an open mouth and blank expression, unsure what he was supposed to say in response to that. So he just stood and watched as Maddie set Jee down and gently ushered the kids to go and find Chimney because he would be able to find some sweets for them. They didn't need to be around to witness this.

The only child that needed to be with them right now was Bonnie because she was still trembling and whimpering in Eddie's arms.

When Eddie turned his back on Evan to look in (Y/n)'s direction, Evan reached out and held onto his bicep. "Babe I don't understand."

Chills roamed through Evan's body when Eddie spun back around so fast that Evan got whiplash. He quickly reached out when Eddie handed their daughter over to him and motioned to her once she was then trembling and clutching at Evan so tightly he could barely breathe.

"She almost got run over, thanks to your folks."

All the blood drained down to Evan's toes and his skin turned a milky shade of white as he looked down at his daughter in panic. He juggled her higher on his chest and gently cupped her cheek, tilting her head back so he could observe her and scour for any injuries or signs of blood or scrapes and bruises.

He hushed her when a rendition of "Daddy," babbled past her lips and he obliged and leaned forward when Bonnie cupped his face and pulled him closer so she could start kissing his cheek. Something that she was clearly doing to try and calm herself down as she was still rocking her upper body back and forth against Evan's chest, desperate to regulate her system and calm down.

"What did you do?" Evan's tone was harsh but his expression was cruel as he stepped in front of his parents, staring them down until someone decided to fill him in.

Why had his daughter almost been caught up in an accident? How was that his parents fault? What had they done today?

"Baby sit down." Eddie grabbed a plastic chair from the corner and dragged it over to (Y/n). He could see that she didn't want to, she tried shaking her head but he held onto her elbow and waist and guided her to the chair. She looked like she was going to be sick, she needed to sit down before she fainted or threw up.

He wouldn't have her collapsing or making herself any worse, not on account of Evan's parents who had caused this whole mishap today. Once she was sat down, Eddie stood beside her and moved his hands to her shoulders and he leaned down to press his lips to the top of her head. One hand slid up to cup her neck and he started counting as he felt her pulse but he was relieved to feel that her heartbeat was starting to simmer back down. The last thing they needed was a trip to the hospital.

"Tell me what happened." It was hard for Evan not to raise his voice when everything inside of him was setting on fire and he could feel himself getting riled up. But with Bonnie still trying to kiss his cheek and cuddle into him, he had to control his temper or he would frighten her.

"We were only trying to get Bonnie to walk with us, like Jee and the boys. She's perfectly capable of walking, she ran off-"

"She ran into the fucking road." Margaret's shoulders slumped when Eddie cut her off with a viper's tone and a snapping jaw.

"You wouldn't listen to me," (Y/n) hated how broken her voice sounded and she tried her best not to shout or let the tears force her into a sob, but they were riling her up so much. "I explained, I told you she has the stroller, that she was scared. You told her to stop being naughty and tried to drag her down the street, no wonder she ran."

The look on Evan's face was one that couldn't be deciphered and one that Maddie had never seen before. She tried to observe her brother, to figure out what was running through his head and what he was going to do, but she didn't expect tears to start trickling down his face.

His lips attached to the top of Bonnie's head as he bounced her up and down in his arms and turned his back to his parents so he could go over to Eddie. He didn't feel like setting Bonnie down and he wouldn't go over and argue with his parents with her still in his arms, that wouldn't be fair.

He eased Bonnie down once he was next to (Y/n) and their girl instantly scuttled in between (Y/n)'s thighs and cuddled up into her like she was hiding away in a cocoon.

It gave Evan a sense of glee to watch his parents lock hands and see how his mother leaned into his father like she thought she needed protection. Like she thought Evan would really lash out at her or raise his voice at her in front of his family, in his place of work. But she didn't like the look on his face, or the heartbreak welling up in his eyes.

"Why?"

"Evan… we, we just want to teach her, to get her integrated into the world…" Phillip stopped short when Evan shook his head and held his hand out because he wouldn't stand and be lectured by people who barely knew his children.

"You don't know what's best for my daughter!"

The gritty, furious tone to Evan's voice was enough to have everyone shrinking back in fear and those words sent his parents reeling. Evan never got upset or aggressive with them, he had never bothered to defend himself or plead with his parents to love him or show him some respect and attention that he deserved but never received. He wouldn't bother to get them to love him, but he would go to the ends of the Earth to defend each of his kids.

Especially when Bonnie didn't have a voice to defend herself.

"You dragged my girl down the street, you frightened her to the point she ran off and I'm guessing by the state of (Y/n) that she's the only one who ran after Bonnie. You have no right to come down here and pretend you know anything about raising an autistic child."

"We wanted to help-"

"Then listen to us! If you wanna help, you- fuck, you learn, okay? Bonnie doesn't see the world like you, she can't communicate your way. She sees the world as scary, it's unknown and frightening and walking is scary. Being carried or strapped in her chair is safe, she knows she's protected if she's in my arms or she's being pushed and steered and shown where she's going."

If they wanted to help then they needed to listen, they needed to understand and read about autism and try to see things from Bonnie's point of view. They had to listen when (Y/n) or Eddie or Evan told them something and not question them and their methods in raising their girl.

"You don't drag her, you don't force her to do something she doesn't understand or she's frightened of and you certainly don't call her naughty for being upset."

Evan locked his hands into fists and took a step back to prevent himself from lashing out in front of them and Bonnie.

He took a second to glance to the right, but it only made his heart ache to see (Y/n) cuddling Bonnie yet trying her best not to throw up or curl into a ball. And seeing Eddie wrapping around her and glaring holes into the Buckley parents made Evan feel even worse. His parents had upset everyone, and they still had the nerve to pretend that they hadn't done anything wrong.

"Leave."

"Evan, we don't want to argue."

Their pleading expressions did nothing to make Evan feel relieved or sorry for them and he certainly didn't feel like they had earned any forgiveness. Not wanting to argue wasn't commendable considering they had caused this row and they were the ones who were in the wrong. They would be arguing if they thought they were in the right here.

They had done enough. Evan didn't want them around his kids anymore, he didn't want Bonnie becoming any more distressed than she already was and the boys were both clearly upset and worried. This visit had been a disaster and it wouldn't be happening again.

"Good, so get out. I don't want you going anywhere near Bonnie and the boys certainly don't need to be around you either. You don't respect either of my partners or my kids so leave. I'm done with whatever this is."

When he turned around so his back was facing his parents, Evan headed over and reached out for Bonnie again. He picked her up, glad that she was a lot calmer now, although she was still looking at him with those frightened eyes and her usual beautiful smile was nowhere to be seen.

He cuddled her into his chest and attached his lips to the side of her head while he watched Eddie help (Y/n) up.

She looked drained. Tears were splashed across her face, her arms were wrapped around her middle and she was still breathing deeply like she hadn't been able to catch her breath back yet. The way she leaned back into Eddie showed she was losing what little energy she had left and Evan had never been more glad that his shift was coming to an end so he would be able to take his family home.

"Let's go get the boys." Eddie whispered the words against (Y/n)'s temple, keeping his arms looped around her waist as they followed after Evan.

(Y/n) had the urge to look over her shoulder, to see whether Margaret and Phillip looked as down-trodden and guilty as she expected them to feel. And she wanted to look over at Maddie and make sure she knew they weren't arguing with her. But she resisted the urge. Looking at her in-laws wasn't going to make a difference and seeing them look so surprised and sorrowful wasn't going to help.

They all knew that Maddie was going to stay and chat with her parents, to try and get them to see this from Evan's point of view and let them understand what they had done was wrong. She would be trying to smooth things over and she would get her parents to leave.

But Maddie wouldn't be able to change Evan's mind on this. She wouldn't get him to draw a truce with their parents and she would have a hard time convincing the three of them to give the Buckleys another chance to be around Bonnie and the boys.

They hadn't listened to (Y/n) and they had belittled her. Eddie would throw fists before he let them near Bonnie after how they had treated her. And Evan wouldn't forgive them for this.

#imagine #911 imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #eddie diaz x reader #pregnant! reader #evan buckley imagine #buck x reader #buck imagine #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie diaz #eddie x buck #buddie x reader

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velvetwyrme · 7 months ago

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which deception would have an sti AND fuck cars?

in reference to: https://www.tumblr.com/penny-anna/767952128217104384/imagine-youre-a-mechanic-in-the-transformers?source=share

okay. so. first off. anon, thank you for sending me this because the idea that you read that post and just went- "hey, you know who i should pose this question to?" and sent it to me- is hysterical and i lvoe u.

anyway theres also a Texty answer under the cut if you want to read that, because i genuinely DO have thoughts about this, but i wanted to draw that comic because this ask made me laugh very hard when i saw it in my inbox.

also, the thrilling conclusion of the comic answer:

he fucked that car!!!!!!!

hi! Texty time. I think a lot of them would have/be one but not the other (either has a STI or is a Carfucker) but i included some of those here anyway because i think my thought process was funny for some of them. this is all purely my own opinions etc. etc. no basis for anything only vibes. i went through a lot of options and came to a lot of conclusions.

to reiterate the Chart for claritys sake:

Soundwave: No STI and no Carfucking. This is true across all versions of Soundwave imo. Rumble and Frenzy are a solid no on the STI front and a solid yes on the Carfucking.

Starscream: no STI, no Carfucking (despite what Soundwave thinks). TFP!Starscream specifically might have an STI though. Sorry man. Skywarp definitely has/had a STI but gets it treated on account of his trinemates. No Carfucking. Thundercracker would fuck a car but doesn't have an STI.

Shockwave: ??? - I'm not sure I want to know. "Once, as part of an experiment" was the original thing I wrote for his answer lol. True across continuities as well.

Anyway. moving on...

My actual answer for Megatron: REALLY depends on continuity. Here's a sample:

G1? Yeah, probably both. I can see it.

IDW/MTMTE? Nah. Maybe? ... Nah. I feel like if he had an STI it'd have been back when he was a miner. Would not fuck a car.

Earthspark? I feel like no STI but yes to the Carfucking. Except he feels really guilty about it after. I still haven't watched ES but this is the impression I get from him.

TFA? oh god. i don't know... i don't know....... he probably fucks cars. No STI.

TFP? Yeah absolutely are u kidding me? Yes to both.

Constructicons: I feel like they'd be a yes to both, but not at the same time, so they wouldn't have been the one/s to transmit a STI to a car. Also Hook would be ON TOP of treatment. Once they ALL got infected after combining into Devastator, and that was miserable for everyone. Nobody has fessed up to being the one who had it in the first place, but now they have treatment on hand just in case.

Also while on the topic of combiners... I think some of the Stunticons are also pretty good candidates for STI/Carfucking. Motormaster, Drag Strip and Wildrider in particular shfkgbekfbk

I considered Tarn/The DJD and Overlord just because of how freaky them guys can get, but I think Tarn runs too tight a ship for that to happen, and Overlord is preoccupied with. worse things. The Scavengers on the other hand... sorry to Misfire, I can see him giving a car a STI. Relatedly, Grimlock would fuck a car but not have an STI.

Who else................................ wait.

Astrotrain. I can see it. Okay bye im going to sleep this took me too long to reply to fhfjfbrmfbdj

#inbox #anon #velwy.txt #transformers #macaddam #good lord.#sighs.#i had other things i wanted to draw today but alas. this is my life now (no regrets)#also honorary mention to Knock Out because hes got the Vibes but i think he'd value his finish too much. if he hsd an STI he'd treat it-#-immediately and not pass it to anyone (or anything)#ADDITIONALLY. depending on continuity i can absolutely see some of the autobots getting an sti and fucking a car but listen that wasnt the-#-question and i already talked too much #sti saga

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nakylvr · 25 days ago

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— FANTASY ✧ M.S

summary જ⁀➴ working at a coffee shop in los angeles had its perks and drawbacks. you got a lot of business in the area, which was nice. then you got the bad customers thinking they were better than anyone else. one day during your shift, you're met with megan, the superstar of katseye — only you have no idea who she is.

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ fluff, transmasc!reader, barista!reader, idol!megan,

happy pride month everyone! part two coming soon 😋 i didnt know how to end it im sawry, not proofread

"iced caramel macchiato for logan!"

standing at the register, you were taking count of the total sales for the day so far, writing them down on the small post-it note you kept in your apron along with your pen. you hear the front door bell jingle, and you instantly look up to see a girl walking inside.

"welcome to starry night!" you call loud enough for the customer to hear, sticking the post-it on the cash register to remember for later.

the girl approaches the register, and you send a smile her way. "hey! what can i get for you?"

the girl proceeds to list six different drinks, all with random variations and flavors or milks. you nod along, putting it in the system and writing on the cups, and when you ask for a name for the order, she freezes.

"um," megan lets out. "megan is fine." she answers.

"got it." you nod, putting the name on the ticket. "anything else for you?"

"no, that's it." she shakes her head.

"alright. it'll be $36.78 for you." you tell her, spinning the tablet around.

you're trying not to stare, you are. you've gotten used to attractive people coming into the shop all the time, but there was something different about her. you aren't sure why. you haven't seen her before, that's for sure. but she looks like she walked straight out of a magazine. taller than you by an inch or two, her ginger hair curled and her outfit was enough for you to go: she's definitely somebody. that being said, you knew better than to flirt with customers, so you don't say anything as she pays.

"we'll call your name down at the end when it's ready." you tell her with a smile.

"thanks." she smiles back, and you swear your heart does flips.

you leave the register to get the cup carriers for the drinks, and offer your coworker to work register while you make the drinks. not wanting to keep the line waiting with the six drinks being made at the same time.

meanwhile, megan's eyes don't stray away from you. they watch your movements as you make the drinks with expertise and like it was nothing. you put the drinks on the trays as you finish them, and her eyes meet yours for a moment. she quickly averts her eyes, pretending she was looking at something else.

you finish the drinks and put them all in the trays before putting them on the edge of the counter. "here you go!" you tell the girl.

megan stares for a few seconds, contemplating whether to push past her anxiety and ask what she wants to ask. you don't walk away, and she takes that as a somewhat good sign.

"miss?" you say.

megan's snapped out of her thoughts, and the words come stumbling out. "can i get your number?"

now's your turn to pause. you stare back at her with widened eyes, not expecting that. "uhm," you let out. this is definitely a first. "uh."

megan waves her hand, reaching forward to grab the drink trays. "forget it. it was stupid, i just–"

"no, no, it's okay." you shake your head, grabbing the post-it notes from your pocket and a pen. "this is just a first." you laugh nervously, scribbling your number down on the paper. "here." you hand it over to her.

megan blinks. "really?"

"unless you were joking–"

"no!" megan says quickly, taking the post-it and putting it in her pocket. "s-sorry, um, thank you!" she smiles, grabbing the drink trays with rosy cheeks. "i'll um i'll text you..."

"yn." you finish for her, putting the pen and post-its back in your apron pocket.

"i'll text you, yn." she says, and then she walks out of the shop.

watching her leave, your coworker comes rushing to you. "dude, did you just give that girl your number?"

"it's none of your business, jason." you tell him, rolling your eyes.

"do you even know who she is?" your coworker continues.

"no? this is literally the first time i've seen her. why are you–"

"dude!" your coworker hands you his phone, showing a picture of none other than the girl you just gave your number. "she's like, famous! she has over a million followers on insta!"

you raise an eyebrow at him. "and?"

"i can't believe you're gonna bag a baddie what the fuck!" he whines, stomping his foot on the ground.

"you're a child." you tell him blankly.

"whatever, man!" he says. "just don't get upset if she doesn't make time for you."

"go take orders." you shove him towards the register, done with him.

a little later when you're done with your shift, you sit in your car and a message comes through. it's from an unknown number, but a small smile pulls on your lips when you read it.

unknown

hi, yn! it's megan! thank you for making the drinks, my friends really enjoyed them! u want to meet up somewhere tmrw? i'm off and have nothing to do :(

you chuckle at the end, your fingers hovering over the keyboard before you respond.

i'm off at 2 tmrw. i'll give you a free drink if you stop by

she responds almost immediately.

unknown

really?

yeah!

unknown

great! i'll be there :)

i'll be waiting

the thread ends there, and you put your phone back down. with a smile on your face, you put your car into drive and start on your way back home.

#katseye thoughts 💭#katseye x reader #katseye imagines #megan skiendiel thoughts 💭#megan skiendiel x reader

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bytemee · 4 months ago

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EVERYTHING I WANT — yu jimin.

"i had finally figured out, you were just around the corner."

synopsis. you’re just the wedding planner for your brother’s wedding, trying to keep it all together. but karina, his fiancée, keeps slipping under your skin. she’s perfect—everything you’ve ever wanted—but she’s marrying your brother.

pairing. brothers!fiance!karina x wedding!planner!fem!reader

warning(s). angst w a mixture of fluff, love triangle, cheating (im sorry), angst with a happy ending.

words. 5.7k

authors note. i remember watching a gay movie like this.

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karina has a way of capturing the attention of everyone in a room, and her presence alone is enough to make the world pause. she walks in, all bright eyes and effortless grace, and somehow the entire room shifts to accommodate her. it’s almost like she belongs in a space much grander than this, but then, that’s karina—always radiant, always a little untouchable.

you’ve noticed it countless times before—it's part of the reason why your parents are so calm with the idea of your brother marrying her only months after they've met. karina—your brother’s fiancée, the one they think is perfect in every way. karina—the one who is everything they always hoped for in a partner for him. karina—the one who practically begged you to plan her wedding.

you have to admit, they make a beautiful couple. the way karina and your brother stand in the kitchen, laughing over something she said while she chops vegetables, her hands moving easily, like she’s done this a hundred times. your brother’s smiling at her like she’s the only person in the world. it’s all so natural, so effortless. you can’t deny that they love each other—it’s one of those things you just know. like the feeling of the ground beneath your feet or the wind against your skin. it’s just a fact.

it was the first time in a while you've been to their house, but your brother practically forced you into staying at his while you planned the wedding. they don't seem to mind, which is probably good considering you've taken over the living room as a workspace, with papers and decorations and fabric samples spread out across the coffee table and the couch.

but regardless, the two haven't decided on a venue yet, so the planning process is still in full swing. you had a list of about five venues you thought were promising, and you were hoping they'd settle on one soon so you could stop having to lug around your binder everywhere.

karina finishes up her task and sets the knife down, washing her hands off before she turns to you.

she walks over with that signature smile of hers, the one that makes everything seem like it’s shining just a little brighter. “hey, can we talk about the venue options for a sec?” she asks, her voice smooth like velvet, like it always is.

you glance up from the pile of papers in front of you, your gaze meeting hers for a second too long. the way she’s standing there, close enough to reach out and touch, makes it hard to focus. you blink, trying to get your head back in the game. “uh, yeah, sure. what’s on your mind?”

she leans against the back of the couch, her arms crossing lightly over her chest. “i know we’ve got some good options, but…” she hesitates for a moment, as if carefully considering her next words. “i’ve always wanted a wedding on the beach. you know, like those dreamy ones you see in magazines?”

you freeze for a moment, your fingers lingering over the corner of your binder. the beach. you can’t help the pang that hits you when she says it, because it's something you've always imagined for your own wedding one day, not anyone else’s. it’s silly, of course—you shouldn't have gotten so attached to a fantasy. but you can't help it. you'd always imagined a wedding on the beach, with the sun setting over the waves and sand beneath your feet.

she tilts her head a little, as if trying to figure out what's wrong. when you don't say anything, she speaks again, her tone more gentle. "are you okay?"

you try to shake it off, but karina always seems to notice everything. it's a little bit impressive, really. "oh, i'm fine. just a little tired." you quickly speak again before she can question you further. “you know, your fiancé’s pretty set on that greenhouse. it’s a pretty big deal for him.”

she nods, a small frown tugging at her lips. “i know,” she says softly. “i just can’t help but dream of the beach.” she pauses, then her eyes soften, and she adds with a little more playfulness, "i’ll let you handle the tough decisions. you’re the expert here, after all.”

you hate to let her down, but the odds of convincing your brother to change his mind are low. the greenhouse was his idea, and it means a lot to him, since your father married your mom there years ago. he had talked about wanting to recreate that day, the way the light filtered in through the glass, the flowers all around. his eyes had sparkled as he spoke, like he could imagine the entire scene unfolding before him. you couldn’t bring yourself to say no, not when he had been so excited.

you give a small laugh. “i’m just the wedding planner. you’re the one who has to live with the choice.”

she grins at you before walking away.

but even though you tell yourself it won't be your fault if she doesn't get her dream wedding, the guilt doesn't go away. you just hope she won't hate you for not being able to deliver the perfect day she's been waiting for.

you watch as she heads back over to the kitchen, your gaze lingering on her a little longer than it should. her smile is bright as ever, the one you're not sure you've ever seen her without, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

you swallow, then return to your work.

the venue. you can't get distracted. you're good at your job. you can do this.

the next few days pass in a flurry of phone calls and emails, and you're barely keeping track of which venue you're supposed to be going to see next. you've visited a handful, but it seems like they've all had the same issue—they don't have the space for the kind of wedding karina's dreaming of.

the pressure is starting to wear on you. you’ve been juggling so many details, from flowers to photographers to caterers, but every venue just feels off in one way or another. some are too big, some too small. others don’t have the kind of beachy vibe karina’s been dreaming of, and you can tell she’s starting to get a little discouraged.

you can see the way her shoulders slump when another place doesn’t meet her expectations, the way she tries to mask her disappointment with that perfect smile of hers. it’s hard to watch. but you also know this is her dream, her wedding. she deserves to have everything she’s envisioned for years.

“i swear, if i see one more ballroom…” you mutter under your breath, flipping through another round of emails, trying to see if any of the new suggestions could work.

karina, seated across from you in the café, lets out a small laugh. “you’re telling me. but we’ve got to keep looking, right?”

you look up, meeting her gaze for the first time in a while. she looks exhausted, her makeup a little faded from a long day of venue tours, but her smile is as warm as ever. it makes your heart ache.

you swallow, then turn back to your phone. "yeah. yeah, we do." you take a sip of your drink, not even removing your eyes from the screen. "i've been hearing a lot of good things about this one place, though."

karina leans forward, her elbows resting on the table. "which one?"

but before you can reply, a giggle leaves her lips, and she points to the side of your nose. "oh my god, you've got whipped cream on your nose. let me…"

her hand reaches out, and then she's touching you, her thumb brushing over the tip of your nose, sending shivers down your spine. she pulls her hand back, a little whipped cream on her thumb.

she smiles. "got it."

you blink, and your brain short-circuits for a second. her touch was so fleeting, but the warmth lingers.

she doesn't notice, already turned back to your phone ready to see the venue you were muttering about.

you exhale. the venue. right. focus.

and then, it happens.

when you get back home, an hour later you hear it from the other room—a loud argument, your brother's voice booming, and karina's pleading for him to just listen. your eyes widen. you'd never heard her raise her voice like that before.

they’ve always been so perfect together, but now, the disagreement over the wedding venue seems to be pushing things too far. you can’t make out the exact words, but you catch a few—the beach, the greenhouse, and your name a couple of times. the door slams shortly after, and everything falls silent.

you glance at the door leading to the hallway, torn between going to see what’s going on and staying out of it. the last thing you want is to get caught in the middle of their argument, but part of you can't help but feel concerned. this isn’t like them—karina, always the picture of composure, and your brother, usually so patient. it doesn’t add up.

you hear footsteps and then a quiet knock at the door. "are you awake?"

you take a deep breath. "yeah, come in."

the door opens, and karina walks in, looking as stunning as ever. her face is still flushed from the argument, but her hair is swept to the side, the light catching on her earrings. even in a moment like this, she's effortlessly beautiful.

"hey," you say softly, motioning toward the couch. "are you okay?"

she sits down beside you, her body relaxing a little, like a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. she nods, taking a deep breath before speaking. "i'm fine. we're fine."

you tilt your head, not fully believing her. you've been friends for years, after all. you can tell when she's holding something back. "are you sure? because i heard—"

"we're fine," she repeats, a little more firmly.

you nod, but you still feel unsure. it's clear they need some time to themselves, and you can't force her to tell you what's going on. “you know,” you say, shifting beside her, “if you need a break, we could do something completely different. a distraction. a moment just for you.”

she looks at you, eyes wide, clearly intrigued by the offer. “like what?”

a slow grin spreads across your face. “let’s get food for starters. and then…"

she cuts you off before you can finish. "as long as it involves wine, i'm in."

the smile is back, and your heart aches with it. you've missed seeing her smile, the way her eyes crinkle at the edges, her whole body seeming lighter. it's a feeling you never want to let go of.

without missing a beat, you get up and grab your keys. “perfect. let's go!"

you hold your hand out, and her fingers are warm in yours as you lead her out the door.

the two of you end up parked in front of a small, neon-lit burger joint tucked away on a quiet street. it’s one of those old-school places with a bright red roof and a hand-painted menu board by the drive-thru. it looks like it hasn't changed much since it was built decades ago, but that's exactly why you love it.

karina’s sitting cross-legged in the passenger seat, the bottle of wine you impulsively grabbed resting between you. you’d managed to snag a couple of burgers and fries to go, and now the two of you are tucked away in the car, sharing fries like you’re the only people in the world.

“this is so random,” she says, laughing softly. she’s still got a bit of a flush from earlier—whether from the wine or the argument, you’re not sure. but for now, you try not to think about it. you don't want to ruin the moment.

“that’s what makes it perfect,” you reply, passing her a fry. she takes it with a smile, your fingers brushing briefly. your heart trips over itself at the contact, and you reach for the bottle of wine to take another sip. it’s not the fanciest vintage, but it’s doing the job.

karina takes the bottle next, swiping at the neck before drinking straight from it. when she lowers it, her eyes are sparkling with something mischievous. “i always liked the idea of writing my vows on something unconventional,” she says suddenly, resting her head against the seat. “like in the movies. you know, scribbled on the back of a napkin or a burger wrapper. something spontaneous and real.”

you can’t help but laugh. “we’ve got burger wrappers right here.”

her eyes light up. “you’re kidding.”

“i’m not.”

she sets down the bottle and grabs the crumpled wrappers from the bag. “alright. let’s do it. right here, right now. our mock wedding.”

you raise an eyebrow. this was not how you thought the night was going to go, but then again, karina has always been full of surprises. she looks so excited at the idea; you can't bring yourself to say no. you're already in this deep, after all.

you grab a pen from the glove compartment, the tipsy energy between you growing contagious. you hand it over, and karina carefully smooths out one of the wrappers on her lap.

“alright,” she declares, biting back a grin. “i vow to always share my fries with you. even the crispy ones.”

you snort. “that’s a big promise.”

“and i vow to never judge you for eating burgers at midnight,” she adds, her grin widening.

“okay, my turn,” you say, leaning in. “i vow to always keep you stocked up on wine and burgers. and fries. all the good stuff. just in case of an emergency, of course. or for a spontaneous road trip. whichever comes first, i guess."

you're both giggling, and then her smile softens. she looks at you with those eyes, and for a moment, the rest of the world falls away. then her expression shifts. she takes a deep breath, fingers toying with the pen. “one more,” she says, her voice quieter now. “i vow to always be someone you can turn to, no matter what. even when things get messy or complicated.”

her eyes are still on yours, and you can't bring yourself to break the contact. you feel like the air has been knocked out of your lungs, and it's almost too much, too fast.

you finally manage to get the words out, your voice coming out a little strained. "i promise too."

karina smiles softly, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from your face. “let’s go somewhere,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“where?” you ask, still breathless.

she glances at the horizon, where the stars are just beginning to scatter across the night sky. “the beach.”

without another word, you put the car in drive and head toward the coast. the streets are quiet, the hum of the tires against the road the only sound as the town fades behind you. it feels like the rest of the world doesn’t exist—just you, karina, and the open road.

when you arrive, the beach is deserted, bathed in moonlight and the soft crashing of waves. you both kick off your shoes and walk toward the shoreline, the sand cool beneath your feet. karina stops just shy of the water, turning to face you.

“alright,” she says, holding out her hand. “let’s make this official.”

you laugh, taking her hand. “this is the most spontaneous fake wedding i’ve ever been a part of.”

her grin is wide, a little wild, like she’s already planning something outrageous. “just wait until our real wedding. then it’ll really be a show.”

the words hit you harder than expected—our real wedding. your mind flashes with an image: karina walking down the aisle, her dress swishing with every elegant step, her smile lighting up the whole room.

karina squeezes your hand gently, bringing you back to reality. "are you ready?"

you give her a tiny nod. “i’m ready.”

she turns to face you, her smile dimming just enough to make the moment feel serious. she takes a steadying breath before starting. “i vow to always share my fries with you—even the crispy ones.”

you grin. "i vow to not get jealous when you share your fries with someone else."

"that's a fair point." she pauses for a moment, glancing at the moon overhead. when she speaks again, her voice is softer. "i vow to not forget about all the nights we've stayed up talking, the sun just starting to rise, and how i could listen to your voice forever. and i vow to always be someone you can count on, no matter what."

her words make your heart ache. you swallow, trying to push down the feeling. "i vow to never give up, even when things get tough. even when everything's changing around us. and i vow to always be a place you can run to."

the words hang between you for a moment, and you feel like the whole world has stopped. everything feels surreal, like a dream, the kind you're afraid of waking up from. then she steps closer, so close you can feel the warmth radiating off her. her next words are softer, more serious, the playfulness stripped away. “do you vow to take me to the best burger joints at midnight?”

your voice is quieter now too. “i do.”

“do you vow to share your fries with me, even the crispy ones?”

“i do.”

she takes a small, shaky breath, her gaze locked on yours. “and do you vow to always be my friend? to stand by me, even when things get hard or messy?”

your throat tightens, but somehow you manage to speak. “i do.”

karina’s lips twitch, but she doesn’t smile fully. there's something vulnerable in her expression, like she's revealing a piece of herself she's never shown before. "do you promise to always remember tonight? how special this moment is?"

"i do."

she nods, her eyes shining. "good. because i do, too."

her gaze drops to your lips, and you realize what she's doing a second too late. before you can even process what's happening, her mouth is on yours, warm and soft and sweet. it's the kind of kiss you feel all the way down to your toes, the kind that makes the rest of the world disappear.

it's everything and nothing all at once.

then the moment passes, and she's pulling away, a little breathless. "i'm sorry. i just…"

you blink, trying to find the right words, but nothing comes out.

she swallows, then steps back, her cheeks flushed. "i'm sorry, i don't know what came over me. that was stupid. we should go."

she turns and walks off, her footsteps echoing through the darkness. you watch her leave, not daring to say anything, because if you speak, you'll break the spell. you'll wake up from this dream, and it'll all be gone, and this moment will be lost forever.

karina speedwalks to your car, her ears hot and her head spinning. what the hell did i just do? she opens the car door and climbs in, her body feeling weightless. the kiss was an impulse, a split-second decision, and now she's left wondering why the hell she thought it was a good idea.

you get in the car a moment later, your expression unreadable. you're silent for a few beats, then you clear your throat. "here take my jacket," you say, reaching over to drape it around her shoulders. "you look cold."

her chest tightens. of course, you're being kind and sweet. god, why did she have to ruin the moment?

she takes the jacket, but it does nothing to warm the chill that's seeped into her bones. she's so confused. one minute, she's getting engaged, and the next, she's kissing you, the one person who's never given her a reason to doubt. she feels like she's falling apart, piece by piece.

"let's get you home," you say quietly, starting the car.

karina nods, her eyes focused on the window. the rest of the ride is silent, neither of you daring to say a word.

a month passed since that night—the kiss that left you spinning and karina’s unexpected confession. you’d both fallen into a strange rhythm after that. conversations were shorter, more careful, as if the words had to be handled with gloves. and though things seemed okay on the surface, there was a distance that neither of you knew how to bridge.

she was still okay with the greenhouse. you’d finalized every last detail together, but it felt like neither of you were talking about what really mattered. instead, you both threw yourselves into the wedding planning like it was the only way to keep moving forward.

it was just after midnight when you found yourself back in the kitchen, pouring a glass of water. it had been a long day, and your mind was still racing. you stood there for a while, sipping slowly, mind wandering.

the front door creaked open. your brother stumbled in, his suit rumpled, tie hanging loosely around his neck. his eyes were bloodshot, and he reeked of whiskey and something faintly floral—perfume. you could guess what had happened.

“company celebration,” he muttered, not meeting your eyes. “big news… big, big news.”

you wrapped an arm around him and helped him upstairs. he leaned on you heavily, his usually confident demeanor dulled by the alcohol. when you sat him down on the edge of your bed, you noticed it—lipstick stains on the collar of his shirt, faint but undeniable.

your stomach twisted. you swallowed hard, forcing the lump in your throat down. it was none of your business. after all, she cheated as well...with you.

after he passed out, you quietly shut the door and went back downstairs. there was no sleep to be found, not when your thoughts were tangled in the events of what's happened over the past three months—the kiss, karina’s sudden agreement to the greenhouse wedding, the lipstick stains. it was too much.

you sat at the dining room table and pulled out your laptop. the wedding planning documents filled the screen, emails flooding in with suggestions and changes. you worked mindlessly, letting the repetition of it all keep your thoughts at bay.

the hours bled into one another, and before you knew it, pale sunlight was breaking through the windows. your eyes burned, your muscles ached, but you couldn’t stop.

footsteps behind you made you freeze.

karina.

her hair was a mess of loose waves, and she wore one of those oversized pajama shirts she loved. she had two mugs of coffee in hand, the familiar scent of hazelnut filling the room. without a word, she placed one in front of you.

“you’ve been up all night,” she said quietly.

“i had things to do,” you answered, not meeting her eyes.

karina sighed, taking in the dark circles under your eyes and the tension in your shoulders. “you’re burning yourself out.”

when you didn’t say anything, she walked around the table and stood behind you. her hands found your shoulders, fingers pressing gently into the knots there. she massaged in slow circles, her thumbs working out the tightness you hadn’t even noticed.

her voice was soft as she spoke, barely more than a whisper. "you should get some sleep. you can't keep doing this."

but you were too tired, too worn down, to respond. you couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of her hands on your shoulders, the warmth of her touch sinking into your skin.

she leaned down, her breath tickling your ear. "can we talk?"

"yeah," you managed.

karina let go and moved to the seat across from you. she looked like she was struggling with something, the same look from the night at the beach, when she had asked you to promise her to remember. her fingers tapped on the mug. you could tell she was stalling, trying to decide what to say, but eventually, the words came.

"i'm sorry."

you were sorry too. for so many things, but you didn't say them out loud. instead, you just nodded.

"i never meant for this to happen," she said. "but it's all getting a little too much."

you were exhausted. tired of everything—the wedding, the kiss, the feelings. tired of being the planner. tired of pretending everything was fine when it wasn't.

karina's gaze dropped to her hands, her voice small. "i didn't mean to make things weird between us. i just didn't know what to do."

"it's okay," you replied, because it was all you could say.

"it's not," she insisted. "you're my best friend. i don't want to lose that."

she was right. you were her best friend. she was supposed to be marrying your brother, not making out with you at midnight. the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

"we'll get through this. together." you tried to sound convincing, but it fell flat.

"will we?" her voice was barely audible. "you've been pushing me away for weeks. i can tell."

you shook your head, but it was pointless. the truth was staring you in the face, and it wasn't pretty.

karina sighed, her gaze lifting from the table to meet yours. "i'm sorry. i don't want things to be awkward between us. i don't want this to change things."

her eyes were filled with such honesty and vulnerability, it made your chest ache. you wanted to reach out, hold her, and reassure her that everything was going to be okay, but you couldn't. you couldn't bring yourself to lie.

you rubbed your hands over your face, trying to ease the tension building behind your eyes. the words were stuck, clawing at your throat, desperate to escape. but what could you say?everything was so tangled.

“i’m not pushing you away,” you finally managed, though it felt hollow. “i just… don’t know how to handle all this.”

she gave you a weak smile, but her eyes were still sad.

the silence stretched between you, growing heavier with each passing moment. neither of you knew what to say.

“i don’t want to hurt you,” she said suddenly, her voice trembling.

your stomach twisted, and you had to look away. “you’re not hurting me.”

it was a lie, and you both knew it. but what good would the truth do?

karina sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. she looked exhausted, like she hadn’t slept in days. maybe she hadn’t. “i just want us to be okay. like before.”

“before,” you repeated, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. before everything. before the kiss. before you saw your brother stumble in last night, lipstick stains betrayed his lies.

she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "yeah, before. like we promised in our vows."

you let out a breath. was she really bringing this up now? "our fake vows."

karina flinched, as if your words had physically struck her. she looked at you, her eyes pleading. "you promised to always remember that night. that's not nothing."

you closed your eyes, trying to block out the memory. it was a mistake. a stupid, impulsive decision. one you shouldn't have made. one you shouldn't be thinking about.

"look, it's fine. we'll just forget it ever happened. like we're supposed to."

"are we?"

you stared at her, your throat tightening. "yes. because that's what's best. for everyone."

she swallowed, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. "okay. if that's what you want."

"it is." the words were heavy, weighing on your chest, crushing the air from your lungs.

"alright. then i guess we should go back to planning."

she forced a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes. the conversation was over.

and that was it. you tried not to think about the kiss or the way her hand had felt in yours. but the memories lingered, refusing to let go.

the day of the wedding arrived. you stood at the back of the greenhouse, feeling out of place as the carefully chosen flowers, delicate white drapes, and twinkling fairy lights filled the space with a sense of serenity that felt foreign to you. everything about this moment was supposed to be beautiful, perfect, just as your brother had imagined. but you couldn’t shake the unease that knotted in your stomach.

the ceremony was supposed to feel like a celebration, a milestone in their lives. but it wasn’t. the sight of your brother, standing at the altar with the priest, waiting for karina, made something inside you tighten. he was smiling, his hands clasped together in anticipation. but the thought of him with her—knowing everything that had happened between the two of you—suddenly felt wrong. not to mention what he did himself.

and then, she appeared.

karina entered, her arm linked with your father’s, walking down the aisle with the grace of someone who belonged in a dream. the flowing ivory gown clung to her figure in a way that made your breath catch. the soft music playing in the background seemed to fade as you watched her approach, unable to tear your eyes away.

her gaze flickered to you for the briefest of moments. it was only a glance, but it held so much. the quiet acknowledgment that things weren’t the way they were supposed to be. that this wasn’t how it was supposed to feel.

you could barely breathe. you had promised to be strong, to be there for her. but seeing her like this, walking down the aisle toward your brother, was impossible. all the promises you had made, all the words you had told her in the days leading up to this, suddenly felt so hollow. she wasn’t yours. she never had been, and yet, everything inside you screamed that she should be.

you couldn’t stay.

without thinking, you turned and quietly slipped out of the greenhouse, avoiding the curious glances of your family. the sounds of the ceremony, the murmurs of the guests, faded as you walked, faster and faster, until you were outside, out of the view of the guests, heading straight for the beach.

the water was cool, the sand soft beneath your feet, the gentle breeze soothing. but it wasn't enough. you could still feel the ache in your chest, the heaviness that had settled there the moment you saw karina walking down the aisle.

you had been so certain that you could do this, that you could keep your promise and be there for her, no matter what. but now, standing on the beach, the waves washing over your feet, you realize how foolish it had been to think that.

you sank to the sand, burying your face in your hands. how had things gotten this far? how had everything become so tangled, so complicated, so fast? and why did it feel like your heart was being torn in two?

you were torn in so many directions, your mind spinning with thoughts of karina, of the kiss, of your brother, and of everything that had led to this moment. you wanted to scream, to let the confusion and frustration pour out of you, but you couldn’t. you couldn’t make sense of it all.

everything felt like it was unraveling, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. the hurt, the guilt, the love that you couldn’t seem to let go of—it all washed over you, suffocating you. you loved her. you had always loved her, but it was wrong. she was marrying your brother. it wasn’t supposed to be like this. you weren’t supposed to be the one to feel this way.

but the feeling was there, as real as the sand beneath your feet and the wind against your skin. you couldn't deny it, no matter how hard you tried.

"y/n."

your heart skipped a beat. you looked up, and there she was, standing at the edge of the sand. karina, still in her wedding dress, the fabric flowing around her as she stepped toward you, barefoot.

"y/n," she repeated, her voice soft, almost pleading.

you were frozen, unable to move, unable to speak. your throat tightened; the words stuck.

“what are you doing here?” you managed to ask, your voice wavering.

“i couldn’t let you go,” she said, her voice breathless. “i can’t let you walk away from me. not like this.”

you stood up, unsure of what to say, but before you could form any words, karina was running toward you, her wedding dress trailing behind her. she didn’t stop until she was right in front of you, her hands trembling as she reached for yours.

"i can’t marry him," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "not when i feel like this. not when it’s you i want."

the words hit you like a punch to the gut. your mind raced. "karina, this isn’t—"

"i don’t care," she interrupted. "i can’t pretend anymore. i’m sorry. i should’ve told you sooner. i should’ve never let you go, even when i knew how wrong it was. but i can’t marry him when i’m in love with you."

you blinked, staring at her. in love with you. she was in love with you. the words echoed in your head, and you couldn't find the strength to speak.

"y/n, please. say something."

karina’s face crumpled, and she stepped closer, her hands trembling as she cupped your face. “please,” she whispered, “don’t let me lose you. you're everything i want."

her touch was warm, and you couldn't help but lean into it. she was so close, and you could feel her heartbeat, her breathing, her warmth. it was intoxicating, and before you knew what you were doing, your lips met hers, gentle and tender, as if she was afraid of breaking you.

but you couldn't break. not when she was kissing you like this. not when her lips were so soft, and her arms were around your waist, pulling you closer. it felt like the world was shifting, the ground giving way beneath your feet. but she was there, holding onto you, her grip tight and desperate, like she was afraid of losing you.

the kiss deepened, and everything else fell away. all you could feel was her. all you could think about was how right it felt, how perfect it was, and how this was the moment you had been waiting for. you were home, in her arms, and nothing else mattered.

the kiss broke, and karina pulled back, her breathing ragged. her eyes were bright, full of emotion, and you knew yours were the same.

"i love you," she whispered, her voice cracking. "i love you, and i'm sorry i didn't realize it sooner."

the words washed over you, and for the first time, everything felt right.

"i love you too," you breathed, not caring that it was wrong or that you shouldn't be saying it. you couldn't stop yourself, and the feeling of finally letting the words out was overwhelming. "you're everything i want…and more."

her eyes widened, and then a smile tugged at her lips, wide and bright, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. she kissed you again, fierce and passionate, and you could feel her joy, her relief, her love. it was the kind of kiss that made your heart swell, that made you feel like you were floating, and nothing could ever come between you.

"i'm yours," she whispered against your lips, her voice breaking. "i'll always be yours."

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justmymindandstuff · 5 months ago

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Would thou spare a mere peasant a moment??

Imagine Targ!reader visiting the wall with Cregan (similar moment he had with Jace, and maybe Jace is there too, it’s up to you)

And reader forces her dragon to go beyond the wall by jumping off the top of it

I’ll leave the rest to you 😚❤️

jump scare - Cregan Stark x TargaryenReader

summary: you and your twin Jacaerys follow Cregans invitation to the wall. As your Dragon refused to fly over the wall he sees a glimps of your temper. At that moment he knows that you, as the future Lady Stark, will bring trouble into Winterfells halls.

words: 2.691

warnings: kissing, Cregan has a crush (but he doesn´t know it)

a/n: Reader is Rhaenyras daughter and described with black hair and purple eyes// no use of Y/N// English is not my first language // not proofread // AO3

I love this idea so much, soo thank you anon🧡, but I had a hard time writing this, so it´s a bit short and I not completely like how it came out (edit: you can read part 2/6 here- seriesmasterlist/moodbord)

anyways I hope you like it.

Have fun and be kind 🧡

requests are open// main masterlist// hotd masterlist

Cregan shifts from one foot to the other as the elevator slowly jerks up the Wall. The brothers of the Night's Watch and Castle Black grow smaller beneath him. His breath forms white clouds in the cold air. The Warden of the North tries to get rid of his inner restlessness. He wishes the elevator would go faster, while at the same time hoping this ride would never end.

At the top of the wall, he will soon meet the Prince and Princess of the Seven Kingdoms again, of course with their two dragons.

Jacaerys and you landed in Winterfell's courtyard a few days ago with Vermax and Veraxes. And you brought war with you. At the thought, Cregan's insides twist.

Jacaerys made him an offer on behalf of his mother: Cregan and his men would ride south for the queen and support her claim, in exchange for a marriage with the princess. Rhaenyra Targaryen gives him her only daughter as a wife.

Cregan knows he can't refuse such an offer. Nobody turn down a Targaryen offer.

And he could have done worse.

He doesn't like the thought, but he knows he could have done worse. His future wife is beautiful. Long black hair that stands in stark contrast to your pale skin, delicate features, and those sparkling eyes. There is something in it, Cregan can't quite put his finger on it yet. You have a fire, a wildness behind your eyes that Cregan has never seen before.

A woman like you is actually worth his entire army. Cregan would theoretically have to arm every man, woman, and child in the North and send them south to redeem his debt.

But he can't.

He can only send 2,000 men, Greybeards. Cregan cannot spare more, he needs his men here for the coming winter. And like his House words are saying: winter is coming.

That's the reason why you are here, that's the reason for Cregan's invitation to the Wall. You and your brother need to understand why he can't send more men. You both need to see it. Before Cregan takes you as his wife in a few days at Goodswood of Winterfell and thus seals the pact of ice and fire.

"It is an honor for me to be able to fulfill my duty, and Winterfell is very beautiful. I look forward to making it my home."

More than that, you haven't said about your marriage. Cregan doesn't know if you really mean it or if you have memorized these words, because your mother told you so. He hopes you meant it.

He can't figure you out. In the past few days, Cregan was able to spend a little time with you, but he hasn't really gotten to know you yet. Also because Jacaerys was present at each of your meetings, of course Cregan would never do anything that would endanger your honor and reputation. He is a Stark, a man of honor. That's why you two always have your brother as achaperone.

What Cregan has learned in the short time is that you are definitely not a little princess who needs to be rescued from a tower.

You train with swords, fly almost daily on your dragon, can curse like a sailor, and are not too shy to give your brother a piece of your mind everytime he gets on your nerves.

On the other hand, you have a razor-sharp mind, smile kindly at Cregan, dance skillfully and make every move with an elegance that only a Targaryen princess possesses.

You attract him like light attracts a moth. Your attractiveness has captured him, and the fragments of your being that you show him only make him more curious about the rest. He wants to get to know you, everything about you. Cregan can hardly think of you without his thoughts and feelings swirling around inside him like a storm.

A loud crack next to him makes the Warden of the North flinch and snaps him out of his thoughts. Cregan looks to the side. Veraxes slams his claws into the ice of the Wall with full force, her body crashs against it, and the Wall seems to tremble under the impact. Cregan hears you curse loudly in a foreign language, high valyrian, he is sure. Jacaerys' laughter rings out above him and Vermax flies over him before the dragon lands on the wall, noticeably gentler than Veraxes.

Cregan takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment. He pushes all thoughts of you and your future marriage aside. One step at a time. First he must show you what the Night's Watch and House Stark do for centuries, protecting the realm before the dangers beyond the Wall.

The elevator stops at the top, the doors open. Cregan allows himself two more heartbeats to gather himself, then steps outside onto the Wall.

Immediately, the cold wind whips around his ears, but apart from a brief shiver it doesn´t bothered him.

Veraxes climbs the Wall, her claws break off large pieces of ice that fall down. Cregan hopes that no one gets hit. You and your dragon arrive at the top and you place Veraxes next to Vermax. You slide down her wing and land next to your twin brother, snow swirling around your boots.

Cregan's gaze shifts from you to the dragons. Vermax and Veraxes, twin dragons you told him on the first evening, both dragons hatched from the eggs in you and your brothers cribs.

The dragons make whistling sounds, turning their heads. They seem nervous. The young Lord finds his own thoughts ridiculous in the next moment. What could possibly make dragons nervous?

Cregan has to swallow and takes the last steps towards his royal guests. The siblings are completely engrossed in their usual bickering.

"I told you she wouldn't fly over." laughs Jacaerys, you jab him in the stomach and then jump two steps to the side so his counterattack doesn't hit you.

"She'll do it." you say as you look over the edge of the Wall.

"Please don't go so close to the edge." the prince's voice sounds alarmed.

"Don't be such a coward, Jacey."

"Don't call me that. I'm not a little kid anymore." the prince snaps.

"Then don't act like one." you say dry and still don't take a step away from the edge. On the contrary, you push your feet a little closer to the edge, the tips of your boots no longer have any grip.

Cregan cleared his throat to get your attention. "My Lady, your brother is right. You shouldn't stand so close to the edge of the wall."

You tilt your head slightly, a hint of a smile dancing on your full lips. "Good thing you'll only be my husband in three days My Lord and only then you can give me orders." you say, your cheerful tone doesn´t match your bitter words.

Cregan feels as if you had hit him in the stomach and looks helplessly at Jacaerys, but he just shrugs and gives him an apologetic smile.

Suddenly, the dragons move. Cregan manages at the last second to prevent himself from flinching as Vermax's claw strikes the ice beside him. The dragons make whistling noises again, Veraxes restlessly lashes her tail back and forth.

Cregan looks at the twins. "Is something wrong with them?" he can't manage to suppress the concern in his voice.

You look at him, smile again as if your last comment had never been made. "Do you know the story of Queen Alysanne Targaryen?" you ask instead of answering.

Cregan tries not to show his confusion about your behavior and nods. Everyone knows the story: The queen wanted to fly over the wall with her dragon, the dragon refused. That has never happened before.

"My dearest sister here thought she was better than Queen Alysanne and wanted to fly Veraxes over the Wall."

"I didn't think I´m better than Queen Alysanne." you interrupt your brother, but he simply ignores you. The prince turns directly to Cregan.

"You saw how well the attempt worked."

Cregan furrows his brow. "So the dragons refuse to fly over the Wall?" he asks just to be sure.

"Obviously. They don't like it here." you say, again your gaze goes over the edge downwards. "7000 feet, right?"

"Yes, My Lady," Cregan confirms. He doesn't know if his uneasy feeling comes from the fact that you are half leaning over the edge of the Wall or from the fact that the dragons refuse to fly over it. It doesn't matter right know. The young Lord has to swallow and suppress the urge to go to you and pull you away from the wall.

The dragons also lean further forward, but their noses never go beyond the edge of the Wall. You and Jace watch your monsters closely as they move. While Jacaerys looks worried, you are curious.

Cregan seizes the moment and looks at you. The winter sun shines on you, makes you glow, and gets caught in your dark braids. Your cheeks and nose are slightly reddened from the cold up here. Cregan's fingertips tingle slightl as the desire arises to caress the soft skin of your cheek.

Would you lean into his touch? Or slap his hand away? Cregan has no idea, but he's eager to find out. Again, he has to pull himself together to come back into the moment. Again, he reminds himself: one step at a time.

"Forget it, sister. Silverwing didn't fly over the Wall, Veraxes will do it neither." Jacaerys sounds annoyed. Cregan sees out of the corner of his eye as he shifts his weight slightly forward, ready to catch you if you trip.

"Just because you can't get Vermax to do it." you say, the challenge clear in your tone and the way your eyes sparkle. Cregan has the feeling that you are hatching something, and the way your gaze goes from him to your brother tells him that it won't be anything good.

"Veraxes won't fly over it either." Jacaerys insists.

A mischievous grin appears on your face, your intentions now clearly visible. "Bet?" you ask, turning to your brother. You say something in high valyrian that Cregan doesn't understand.

The next second you wink at him, spread your arms and let yourself fall backward from the Wall.

Cregan's heart stops for a moment, Jacaerys calls your name, his voice trembling. Both men run forward, but of course, neither of them manages to hold onto you anymore. Cregan looks over the edge and sees you falling quickly. His entire body tenses up in fear. Not only is he watching you fall to your own death, but it's happening under his watch as well. The Dragon Queen would probably turn the entire North to ashes if she hears that her only daughter has met her end in the North.

And he would never hear your melodic laughter again, Cregan immediately gets annoyed by this inappropriate thought.

Suddenly, he is caught by a gust of wind and almost falls off the wall himself as Veraxes flies just a few centimeters past him and throws himself after you. The dragon lets out a cry that sounds angry and desperate. The sound reminds Cregan of a mother weeping for her frozen baby.

"I'll kill her." Jacaerys murmurs quietly next to Cregan as they watch your dragon catch up with you, fly under you, so you land on her saddle. Cregan is sure that must have hurt.

Veraxes spreads her wings and catches her fall, the Lord of Winterfell isn't quite sure how much space there is left to the ground but from up here it doesn't look like much.

He has to take a deep breath, relief flooding through him. Thank the gods you're not dead.

You turn your dragon vertically and fly steeply up the wall. As you shoot past Cregan, he flinches a step back but can't take his eyes off you.

You throw your head back and laugh a loud, joyful laugh. The wind tousles your braids, and the winter sun makes your eyes sparkle. And there it is again, that freedom, that wildness in your gaze. Cregan's heart skips a beat at the sight. By all the gods, he knows in that moment that you are fearless, maybe a little insane, but definitely fearless. You will fit well in the North, you will fit well with him.

Cregan is impressed, he can't help but stare at and admire you as you let your Dragon land right next to Cregan at the edge of the wall. You are still laughing.

Veraxes stands so close that the sulfur smell rises to his nose and he feels the warmth of the dragon. Your dragon blows hot air from its nostrils, accompanied by a rumbling noise from its throat that makes Cregan's neck hairs stand on end. Her tail crashes against the ice on the other side, causing the ice under his feets to tremble. You are sitting on her back and sticking your tongue out at your twin.

"I told you so." you say, still laughing at Jacaerys and his shocked face.

"I swear to you if mother..." begins the prunce, but you raise your hand to interrupt him.

"You're just angry because you lost the bet." you say. "And besides, in a few days I won't be Mother's concern anymore."

Jacaerys opens his mouth to say something, but no sound comes from his throat. Then he looks at Cregan, and his neck turns slightly red.

"My Lord future husband." you break the silence with a gentle voice, and Cregan immediately turns to you. "A helping hand?"

His feelings are completely mixed up, still he steps closer to Veraxes without thinking, extends his hand to you and helps you dismount from your dragon. Even though you all know that you don't need help.

You land right in front of him, so close that he can make out the different shades of purple in your eyes. Your pleasant scent envelops him, for two heartbeats Cregan forgets everything around you. He recognizes that wild sparkle in your eyes again, and before he can react you stand on your tiptoes place your hand on the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. When your lips meet, the brief moment of surprise is dispelled by a hot shiver that runs through his body. Instinctively, his hand reaches for your hip and he pulls you closer to him. Your soft lips move perfectly against his, and his heart begins to beat faster at the sensation.

You part breathlessly from each other, for a brief moment you look deeply into his eyes. A smile dances around your lips. Cregans can't help but smile with you, this time it's him who winks. He is rewarded with a radiant smile from you. Cregan blinks, and the moment is gone.

While you turn back to your brother, Cregan has to take a deep breath to calm his heartbeat.

"Brother. It was nice to beat you again." you spit at Jacaerys and lift your chin. But when you turn back to Cregan there is a soft smile on your face, which makes his heart stumble again. "My Lord. Please excuse me. I want to look at the rest of the Wall." you nod to him and then turn away.

The Lord of Winterfell can do nothing but stare after you as you walk along the wall. You don't even have to call Veraxes, she takes off again and flies north of the Wall beside you.

Cregan looks at the prince again, fearing for a heartbeat that Jacaerys will now burn him with Vermax. After all, Cregan has dishonored his sister.

The prince, however, appears more annoyed than angry. Jacaerys bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head slightly. "Good luck with her, Lord Stark. She only causes headaches." he says then.

"Aye, probably." says Cregan, but can't suppress a grin. Yes, you mean trouble, but Cregan is ready for this journey. He is looking forward to it.

part 2

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kxsagi · 2 months ago

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Hi,

Hopefully I'm doing this right I haven't requested actually used my tumblr in a hot sec but I really love your Blue Lock headcanons whenever they popup. So I was wondering if you could do:

Blue Lock characters x Reader who somehow actually convinced their s/o to get matching tattoos with them.

(if this hasn't been asked yet)

“𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤”

a/n: this is so cute!

ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi

you jokingly said, "bet you wouldn’t get a matching tattoo with me," and his dumb competitive ass went, "bet. say less."

30 minutes later you were in a parlor.

you both got tiny numbers (11 for him, your lucky number for you) on your ribs.

he tries to act chill about it but secretly looks at it in the mirror like "we're soulmates now huh?"

"so like… we're permanent now, right? right??"

nagi seishiro

you tricked him. straight up. you were like, "if you get this tattoo, i’ll buy you that limited gacha drop + snacks for a month."

he blinked twice and was like, "deal."

ended up with matching sleepy clouds on your wrists.

he stares at it when he’s bored. he lowkey loves it.

“kinda cute. it’s like… you’re always there. lazy but romantic.”

mikage reo

you brought it up during pillow talk and made it sound super intimate and emotional.

“isn’t it kind of beautiful to have something just us two carry forever?”

now he has your initials and a crown inked on his inner arm like a simp.

“OURS not MINE,” he clarifies.

he buys you skincare for tattoo aftercare and makes you lotion his arm while he stares lovingly at you. ugh.

chigiri hyoma

tbh he said no at first but you started designing one that matched his aesthetic: sakura petal + your birth flower intertwined.

then showed up with temporary tattoos to visualize it and got him attached.

“… fine. but only if it’s discreet.”

it’s on your ankles. when he runs, it feels like he’s carrying you with him.

protective over it like a hawk. will not let dirt near it. ever.

itoshi rin

it was war. you teased him relentlessly, made fun of his “scared of commitment” aura.

then told him you’d only drop it if he beat you in a shootout.

you purposely won. twice.

he silently booked the appointment. didn’t even tell you until you were both in the chair.

got simple black ink waves, symbolizing calm and chaos.

“… whatever. you’re stuck with me anyway.”

he touches it when he misses you.

itoshi sae

you brought it up at 3 AM in madrid while half-asleep and cuddling.

he chuckled, said "sure," and you thought he was joking.

next morning? he had a calendar reminder and a parlor booked.

"if you're serious about something, don't joke about it. now pick a design."

matching fine-line stars behind your ears. no one sees them but you two.

when you kiss his ear, he smirks and mutters "twin stars."

bachira meguru

you literally didn’t have to convince him. he was like "oooh ink? matching?? FUN."

drew your tattoos himself. they’re little chaotic faces, yours is sticking its tongue out, his is grinning with fangs.

inner biceps.

proudly shows it off and says “we’re soul siblings now!! forever!!!”

you laugh every time you see it. he kisses his and goes "mwah, for my other half."

kaiser michael

he tried to act like it was your idea but he 100% suggested it first.

"if you’re gonna belong to someone, might as well make it permanent, right?"

had an entire portfolio prepared.

matching gold crowns with roses underneath on your spines. dramatic af.

flirts with you every time you wear a backless outfit. "show them who owns you."

but jokes aside, it’s the first thing he’s ever wanted to keep forever.

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rowarn · 1 year ago

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cw: dubcon if u squint, mean!simon, cum play?, teasing and punishment <3

sorry i haven't been posting proper works lately, i just haven't had any motivation in sitting down long term to write ): i hope u can understand <3 but here's something i cooked up a bit!!!

You, who just had to get on his nerves. You just had to mouth off at him every chance you got. His patience was a thin thread and you were snipping at it around every turn.

He’d been gone for so long, he was exhausted and worn to the bone. He just wanted some peace and quiet, some time to himself to wind down.

But you were so damn needy for him, pawing at him the second you could get your greedy little hands on him. He was so tired that he simply couldn’t even fathom the idea of getting hard.

But in the face of your whimpering, the feeling of your soft tits pressed against him as you gripped his cock through his sweats, he could feel himself chubbing up despite it all.

You knew how tired he was. You knew he just wanted to rest and decompress. Yet there you were, tugging his cock from his sweats, stroking him languidly like he was your own personal little toy.

And for some reason that just set him off.

Before you knew it, you were pinned face down on the couch, your panties stretched around your thighs.

“Please, Simon,” you pant, voice pitchy and broken from how utterly needy you were.

He thought you were so cute, begging him like you hadn’t gotten on his one good nerve the second he walked through the door.

Just to tease you, to be mean because you deserved it for being such a damned brat, he pressed the tip of his leaking cock against your pretty little hole. He felt you clench, eager to suck all of him in. You wanted to be filled so badly, precious cunt drooling slick down to the couch in sticky strings at the mere idea of getting stuffed nice and full by your boyfriend’s perfect cock.

He tapped the head against your clit, the little bud stiff and neglected. The stimulation made you tremble, a sweet moan escaping your lips from how good the fleeting pleasure felt.

With you distracted by the teasing, Simon quickly began to jerk himself off, using the sweet, wet heat of your cunt to edge him to a quick release. It had been weeks since he’d gotten off, so it was easy for him to find that euphoria with your pretty little ass perked up just for him, ready and willing to be used - something you weren't even going to get.

That thought alone had him cumming with a soft gasp, making sure to aim it right at the crotch of your panties, spilling his load in the pretty, purple cotton stretched around your thighs.

“S-Simon?” you asked, already sounding on the verge to tears as you listened to cum without you.

“There you go, love,” he grunts, lazily tugging your messy panties up.

You whined when his cum smeared all over your cunt, mixing with your creamy juices. The cotton soaked up the liquids and plastered itself to your folds, giving him the perfect view.

Meanly, he patted your cunt before tucking his cock away and climbing off of the couch with a grunt. You flopped onto your side, tearily watching as he made a show of stretching and yawning.

“Really needed that, sweetheart,” he grinned, “I want you to keep my cum nice and warm in your panties while I go have a nap. Think I’ve earned one. And maybe when I’m back, you’ll stop bein’ such a damned brat and I’ll give you what you want, yeah?”

#simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #cod smut #cod x reader

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rafesslxt · 1 year ago

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✧.* 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑺𝑵𝑨𝑪𝑲 | 𝒕. 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒕

summary: you thought you would be alone when sneaking into the school kitchen late at night - you were, until someone joined you. - based on this request.

warnings: smut, Hufflepuff reader, fingering, orgasm denial (once), dirty talk, protected p in v, cursing

words: 2,8k

It's almost 2am and I couldn't stop myself but sneak into the kitchen when my stomach literally screamed at me to eat. Well I couldn't take it personal, wasn't my best idea to ditch dinner to study.

And to be honest, it wasn't the first time also, sneaking into the kitchen because I ditched dinner and got hungry at night. Since I already knew my way to the school kitchen without getting caught, I grabbed the coat I borrowed from Harry yesterday and walked through the dark halls of school.

When I arrived I quickly got in and closed the doors behind me. I smiled to myself when I looked through the shelves and fridges. Jackpot, a cake. With some cookies from the cupboard and cake in other hand I walked over to the kitchen island and started eating the cookies. I quietly moaned at the taste, doing a little happy dance at the taste. „Damn these are good.“ I say to myself, then looking at the cake. It wasn’t much left but would definitely be enough for me. I took a piece and licked off the icing, when out of nowhere:

„Wow..“ I turned my head to the second voice with wide eyes, seeing four boys in front of me. I sighed in relief when I noticed who they are and had to hide a smile at their looks when they saw my outfit. I didn’t thought too much about it when I stayed in my underwear and a top. „Like what you see?“ I asked them, smug smirk on my face.

The only one who didn’t looked impressed was Draco, pushing through the boys and walking over next to me, taking a piece of the cake and shoving it into his mouth. „ My girlfriend’s hotter.“ He says with a full mouth, making me grin. „I know Draco, me and Pansy are friends.“ I always loved the way he stayed loyal to her, wishing to be in her shoes sometimes. But not to be with Draco, but to have someone who only has eyes for me like he does for her.

I then glance over to the other three boys, still staring at me. "I definitely like what I see." Mattheo comments with a grin to it. I notice Theo shoving his elbow into his rib before pushing past him and walking over to me. "How are you, principessa?" he asked, tilting his head a little to the side and stared down at me with his puppy brown eyes. God his eyes.

" 'm good, what about you?" I stated innocently then biting off a piece of the cake slice in my hand. He ignored my question, his hands finding their way to each side of me on the kitchen isle. He caged me in between his body and the isle, smirking a little when he see's the realization in my eyes.

That wasn't a new game between us. It's also not the first time that we met here or on the astronomy tower at night. But it was always coincidence.

"Haven't seen you in a while at the astronomy tower." he whispers to me, lowering his head a little. So he was hoping to see me? "What? Did you miss me?" "What If I did?" he asked.

I hadn't had an answer to that right away so I looked over his shoulder to Mattheo and Enzo, still staring at my choice of clothing. He follows my gaze and glares at both of them. "Get the fuck out." he growls at them in an annoyed tone to which they just smirked knowingly and grabbed Draco eating some pudding he had found.

While walking outside Mattheo said "Don't destroy the kitchen." Draco finished it with: "Oh and use protection, kids." he started laughing and walked out with Mattheo and Enzo, leaving silence behind them.

I glanced back up at Theo, who's eyes were already on me. "So, what If I missed you? Did you miss me too?" I ignored his question and turned around in his grip which meant my back was now pressed against his since he pushed against me. I grabbed a strawberry from the cake grinning when I turned back and bit off a piece, making sure my lips wrapped around it just right while my eyes hit his.

I could see his jaw clenching and the muscles in his arm moving when he grabbed the isle a little harder. "Why do you keep teasing me all the time hm? Am I just one of your little victims?"

I had to chuckle a little. It was a rumor about me – well, a rumor that was kind of true. It was about how I'm the biggest tease and would always choose a new boy to tease to no end but never doing anything about it. That's true. But the number's of boy's going around weren't. Theo's the third to be exact but this time it wasn't on propose. I just really liked teasing him and seeing him clenching his jaw or his eyes wandering over my body, my lips.

I shake my head slowly and hold the rest of the strawberry in front of his mouth. "You're not." He grins before biting into the strawberry, never losing eye contact with me. He chews and swallows it down before answering. "What am I then?"

'What am I then?' I wish I knew. It's complicated. And somehow not. We just met like I said by complete coincidence, sometimes we talked, sometimes we just sat there at the astronomy tower and enjoyed each other's company while he smoked and I read a book.

"I don't know Teddy, just know that I like your company." I answered honestly. I think I saw a little bit of relief in his eyes when I told him. "So you're not just teasing me?" I giggle a little and shrug with my shoulder's. "Oh I definitely do and I enjoy it but -" "But what?" he asks, looking at me intensely. I gulp and lick over my bottom lip, my cheeks suddenly getting a little red.

"Perhaps, you chose that outfit of your's on propose?" he asked cheekily. I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head. "I didn't thought you would come with friends. And I have Harry's cloak with me so no one would have seen me but you."

"So you did choose it with a purpose?" I put the stem in my hand away and tried not to blush again. "Yes." He pushed himself even closer to me now, his face now beside my ear. He whispered "And what were you hoping would happen, amore?" my heart always melted when he spoke Italian, his voice sounded so good while speaking his language, I could listen to him talking to me in it all day long.

I swallowed down all my pride and the rest of my shyness before I answered. "That you finally would get the hint, maybe. Or ask me out." he started grinning, giving my earshell a soft kiss. " Oh I'm getting the hint." Abruptly he grabbed my hips with both of his hands and sat me down on the kitchen isle, him now standing between my legs. "Do you know what you do to me?" he lowers his voice and lets go of my right to push back my hair so my shoulders were free. I shook my head, pretending to not know what he means.

"Don't act all shy now. I know you're not. I see the way you always look a me. Never thought a little Hufflepuff like you would be like that."

„Well, many underestimate us.“ I whispered, smirking. Then he lowers his head a bit more and puts a feathery light kiss on my shoulder, sending shivers down my spine. I stop breathing for a second and take a short glimpse of his angelic face. Even his light touch already set me on fire inside.

He continued when he noticed that I didn't push him away or stopped him in any kind of way. The next kiss is tender, not as light as the first one. The third one is longing. The fourth starts to get heated. "Theo.." I murmur, closing my eyes.

"Hm?" he muttered against my skin, covering it in kisses. "I want you." He stops and scans my face to make sure If I'm playing with him or If I'm being serious. I grab the cords of his sweatpants, pulling him closer. "I want you." I repeat, to make sure he got it.

Then out of no where, his lips crash against mine in a heated kiss with his lips so soft and full. I let my hand roam over his chest, grabbing the soft shirt in a desperate way. "I want you too." he breathed out against my lips when he pulled away from mine for a moment. I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in again, smiling against his lips.

His hands found their way to my thighs, massaging them carefully while working their way up to my underwear. In the meantime my hands had already slid under his shirt, feeling his abs under my fingers.

One hand of his pushed me back so I laid down with my back on the kitchen isle. He grabbed my legs again and pulled my middle closer to his crotch until I could feel him hard through his pants.

I bit down on my lip when his hands slowly slid over my exposed stomach, up to my chest. I stare at him, nervous what he's going to do. "I've waited so fucking long for this." he growls, slowly pulling down my top. A smile formed on his lips when he saw I didn't wear a bra beneath it.

My nipples instantly got hard 'cause of the cold air. "Then why didn't you try anything sooner?" I asked. "Don't know.." His fingers slowly brushed over my nipples now, teasing them. ".. I enjoyed the tension between us. Didn't want to overstep too." he replied.

I chuckled at him and joked "Yeah right, fucking someone on a kitchen isle in school is not overstepping." "Who say's I'm gonna fuck you?" he teases, playing with my nipples now.

I gulped and glimpse up at him. "Theo please.." I buck my hips up, grinding against him. "Shit, you're already begging, principessa? Can't wait to see how wet you are." I quietly whimpered at his words, grinding harder against him to feel some kind of friction on my aching pussy.

He leans down and starts sucking on my nipple while he continued playing with the other with his fingers. His second hand slid down over my stomach again, leaving a warm feeling behind. It stopped at my panties, playing with it a little. "Please.. please touch me Teddy." He groaned at the nickname. It was something only I called him.

He dipped his fingers inside my underwear, feeling my wetness. "Fuck you're not wet you're fucking soaked. It's gonna be so easy to just.." he starts, his finger slipping over my clit at first and teasing it for a moment with brushing over it ever so slightly and then going further to my opening, slipping two fingers inside without a problem.

He groaned and rolled his eyes. "You feel so tight baby. Fuck you're gonna milk me dry.." I whined at his words and the feeling of him inside me. He started moving them in and out, pumping my pussy and rubbing my clit with his thumb.

I grabbed the edges of the isle and closed my eyes, back arching upwards. "Feels so good." I moaned, pressing my lips together trying to be quiet.

"Hmm that‘s right, just imagine how good my cock will feel." he responded with a smug look, moving his fingers inside me faster and putting more pressure on my clit. I took in a sharp breath, biting down on my lip hard.

I started clenching around him, feeling a fire pooling low in my abdonen but before I could let go he pulled his hand away from me, smiling at me devilish. "That‘s for all the teasing, baby."

He pulled down his sweatpants and boxershorts together, revealing his hard cock. I noticed the red tip already leaking pre cum. "You wanna get fucked amore?" he growls with his thick accent while grabbing his hard on and sliding the tip through my puffy folds.

"Theodore please, don‘t be a tease." I complained. He chuckles when he sees the desperate look in my eyes. "I‘m gonna fuck you so hard you never will think about someone else.“ he promised, pushing his cock into me with a single go until he was completely inside me.

"Oh cazzo.." he cursed and closed his eyes when he felt my walls sucking him right in. I felt him everywhere in me and I was sure I could see him in my stomach If I had the power to look down at me.

I heard him laughing quietly so I opened my eyes and looked at him questioning. "You‘re so tight I can‘t think straight." he chuckled and let out a deep breath before moving his hips after making sure I‘m ready.

I arched my back when his hips met mine and my mouth fell open letting out a silent scream. "Oh merda.. feel me in your stomach huh?" he grunts, throwing my legs over his shoulder.

I let out a high pitched moan at the new angle, feeling him so much deeper now. My nails found his arms, leaving marks on them. His hips moved faster against mine, he leaned down and took my lips into a heated kiss again. The kiss was fiercy and it felt like he was starving or needed me for air. I've never been kissed like that and I felt so alive after such a long time again.

"Fuck Theodore.." I whine against his lips, capturing them right after again. I feel him grinning against my lips and moving his hips more brutal against mine, squeezing my thigh with his hand while the other found its way around my neck. "You're mine, cara mia. Mine. Do you understand that?" he groans, letting go of my mouth.

I squeeze my eyes shut when he pushed down on my stomach." I said: Do thrust You thrust under thrust stand thrust me?" "Fuck yes Theo, yes!" "Say it!" I whimper and open my eyes again, giving him what he wanted. "I'm yours, only yours." he started smiling satisfied with my answer.

"That's right, baby. Only this cock will fill you up." He rocked his hips against mine in an unnatural pace, making me see stars and babbling some words.

"Such a little slut for me." he added. My legs slowly got tired, not used to the stretch. I gasped when he hit my cervix, a broken sob left my mouth. "Oh - right there. Please fuck me right there." It was like every brain cell left my head when I felt that fire in my abdomen again.

He slightly squeezed his hand around my throat, making my head feel dizzy only adding to the aching feeling inside me. "Beg me, fucking beg me to come around my cock... fuck." he lets out a moan when he feels my warm walls clenching around him so perfectly.

"Hmm please Theo please fuck me, please. I need to come so bad." I cried out, little sobs leaving my lips. He grins devilish and adds his thumb to my clit, moving it in circles.

Then again I have that rippling feeling in my abdomen, leaving me trembling beneath me. "Hm, come for me baby, fucking come around me, please." he groans in a desperate voice, feeling the need to feel me milking him like I did around his fingers earlier.

My orgasm hit me like an explosion would have. I didn't hear anything around me for a few seconds, my head dizzy and my mouth dry.

His hands find my hips and dug their fingernails into my flesh. I heard him cussing again, his thrusts getting sloppier and his head fell back. "Oh fucking hell I'm gonna come - should I - should I pull out?" I shook my head with a little smirk."I'm using-" "Thank Merlin - ugh fuck." I hear him gasping for air when he ruts his hips against mine, holding still when he shoots his load inside me. His fucked out state turned me on again in an instant. Nothing better than a vocal man.

When he slowly comes down from his high, he grabs my face and kisses me messy but lovingly. "You felt so fucking good." he groans against my lips, slowly pulling out. I let out a quiet whimper at the emptiness I felt again. I looked up at him a smirked. "What?" he asked me when he saw my smirk. "That's it?" I asked him daring, knowing it would provoke him.

He chuckles darkly at me and turned my on my stomach in an instant. "I'm gonna fuck you the whole night, until all the cooks come into the kitchen for breakfast and they see you begging for my cock."

Fuck yeah.

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theenchantedchapter · 29 days ago

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In Light of Their Gaze

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About This Reading:

The idea for this reading is about how 'your person’s' presence in your life will impact your confidence. It was inspired by how my person has impacted my confidence and general concept since meeting and being in a relationship with them. I do want to emphasise though, that this reading isn't about a lack of confidence or your person 'rescuing' you in any way. Instead, it's about how a positive connection can open us up to positive aspects of ourselves that we may not have been aware of and inspire us to use them better.

I read tarot and oracle cards using their literal meanings, card imagery and intuition. These readings are primarily meant for entertainment purposes. The contents of this reading are not meant to act as or replace professional advice of any kind. Please only take what resonates and use it to reflect if you feel called to.

How To Choose A Group:

Take a deep breath or ground yourself in whatever way works best. Whatever option you feel most drawn to is your group. If you feel drawn to multiple groups, that’s okay too.

Read the section that belongs to your chosen group/s and remember to take only what resonates.

🌟 Under Starlight

The core quality they reflect back to you.

Cards: the aspirant, the hanged man reversed, king of wands, ace of cups

The biggest thing your person reflects back to you that influences your confidence is your brilliance. You’re someone with significant and maybe even impactful dreams. But these dreams and your desire to make them into reality aren’t just wishful thoughts you carry within you. When you share them with others, they can feel that if you channel your energy or ‘harness your power’ correctly you will have massive success. I get the sense that consciously you might roll your eyes at this knowledge though because it sounds like generic motivational B.S. but I have this feeling that it’s genuinely deeper than that. It might not mean international sensation but the success you can find is 10x greater than what you might imagine for yourself.

I feel like this is the biggest thing that your person will open up your eyes to— how brilliant your ideas are and how likely they are to succeed. They could point out to you especially how or where you’re afraid of going against what’s traditional and expected. You're so focused on everything and everyone else that you can’t see how it’s blocking you. Your person, however, is privy to this. They can see not only your weaknesses (a concern with what should and shouldn’t be) but they see your strengths. They see how you not only have these fantastic ideas but also how you have the charisma and know-how to get other people excited about the things you want to do. If your vision takes a team, you could pull one together overnight.

Because your person can see all of this in you and reflect it back in a way that really lands, it helps you understand your own potential more deeply. You start to realise that while you're capable of amazing things, you haven't been giving yourself the care and support you need to actually pursue them. It becomes clear that it’s not about your ability, it’s about needing to approach it all with a different kind of energy and intention.

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🕯️ By Candlelight

The core quality they reflect back to you.

Cards: the enchanter, wheel of fortune, strength, the moon

You have this otherworldly beauty to you, and I don’t mean beauty in the sense of physical (although that’s always a possibility!) There’s just something about the way you carry yourself and interact with others that your person will open your eyes to. You dance on the line of being effortlessly charming & enchanting and actively working to create this illusion. You exude this sense of strength, softness and overall divine ‘feminine’ energy. You captivate people by being yourself and whenever you are fully in tune with that energy it’s like things are always working out in your favour.

Whether or not you’re aware of it, I think your person encourages you or helps you be more comfortable in using this skill. It feels like it’s less of them pointing this out to you in conversation, and more of how they react to you. I get this sense that they want you to use it, they want you to use your charms on them. It’s very much like “whatever my baby wants my baby gets”. For you, I get that idea of 'lucky girl/person energy' and 'ask for more'. Even if you’re already in a place where you do so and can tap into that energy— your person is going to help you realise that that tap doesn’t have to shut off. As long as you’re not harming others, the world can and deserves to be your oyster.

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☀️ In Afterglow

The core quality they reflect back to you.

Cards: the merchant reversed, the sentinel, seven of cups, nine of cups, temperance, the sun

You, my darlings, bring so much to the table and you don’t even recognise it. Way too often, you undersell yourself or let other people tell you that who you are and your capabilities are worthless. That is far from true. You have so many skills and such a warm personality or vibe.

I feel like your person wants to protect you from anyone who takes you for granted or wishes to do you harm, but just as importantly, they want you to toughen up and stop letting people treat you like shit.

Something else that comes to mind is ‘ugly duckling syndrome’ and the story of the ugly duckling in general. The card Temperance features a swan on it, and to me, that represents you. I’ve heard someone say the ugly duckling isn’t about people thinking you’re ugly and then you grow up and get hot (very loosely paraphrasing) — it’s about the fact that the swan wasn’t in the right environment in the first place, so they didn’t realise their beauty or value. That’s part of what I’m getting for you.

Your person is very passionate about you, and they want you to wake up and realise that you are more than valuable, you’re just paying attention to the wrong people.

I feel like your person plays a role in helping you see this about yourself, partly through your guides. It’s like your guides have been trying to get you to see this, but maybe you haven’t fully understood what they’ve been trying to say. However, your person comes in and helps you get in touch with your radiance, making you feel seen in a way you might not have been before, and everything finally clicks into place for you.

It’s not about them being your rescuer or knight in shining armour; it’s about them helping trigger the decision to cleanse the lens you view life through so you can see yourself and all you have to offer clearly.

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allhailbuckybarnes · 6 days ago

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the love confession

summary: bob can’t stand it. you’re just too fucking pretty. you distract him, you make every horrible, ugly thought dissipate. he craves it. he knows you, and you know him. it feels right, and his feelings are so strong he doesn’t know what to do anymore. he has no idea that you feel the same. that you ache for his comfort, for his feelings to reflect your own.

but a week of strained normalcy, a build up of emotional tension, and a failed mission lead to more than innocent, friendly thoughts. bob’s limits are reached on waiting for the right damn moment.

he has to tell you. you want to tell him. let’s watch each of you try ;)

warnings: fluff/smut, longing, pining, some use of y/n, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, dirty thoughts, tension, body worship, bob is down bad, bob is a MAN, you are just as down bad, yelena is number one supporter, idiots in love, confusion, jealousy, a pinch of angst, just playing: so so much angst, possessive bob, oral sex (m&f receiving), canon-typical violence, nightmares, anger, hurt/comfort, reader gets hurt badly (more on that later), bob is not okay, fear, love, please just kiss alr you two

authors note: are y'all ready for this tension? nope. you aren't! down bad by taylor swift is very much recommended while reading this fic, as well as daylight

tuesday (chapter two)

He woke up sweaty, the room was cold and dark. His parents were outside, fighting like they always did. Bob could hear the crashing of silverware and the plates his mom bought from the store a couple of days ago. Great now we have to use the paper ones again.

Bob looked down, his body was gone. He panicked, a black mass sat there instead.

He lifted a midnight hand, watching his fingers curl, and uncurl.

"You've come back to me, haven't you?" He heard himself say.

Bob whimpered, god, he whimpered at his own voice. He felt the darkness creep it's way into his neck, bordering the line on swallowing him whole.

"Not yet," the voice, his voice, whispered gravely.

"First, you get to watch her die."

He knew this.

He knew this dream.

But it never failed to shake him.

The same nightmare happened in rotation, you dying in his arms, him letting the void take over.

Killing the men who did it, feeling their blood splatter, while it's live-streamed to the public by a third party. The raft, the days and nights spent alone, trying to rid himself of your blood. Trying to convince himself he isn't a monster for avenging you.

He screams at himelf, "NO! Not again, I won-'t! I can't!" Bob struggles, the mental game becoming all the more difficult to play.

The Void inside lied, told him it was right, it was destiny. It consumed him.

The man fought back, owning what strength meant. Reaching for someone.

The hero instantly pictured ways to save her. For his own glory.

Bobby was spilt apart, he could barely breathe. His mind ran a million different directions at the same time.

He breathed, use it, use what therapy taught you, cmon Bobby- kill her- No! Save her- fuck. I love her, That's enough! Stop it you two. Leave me alone. I need her.

I love her.

Robert woke up in his bed, raising a hand to his neck instantly, feeling the normal pale skin. He breathed in ragged, short breaths. Counting slowly to ten, he steadied his mind. He had overcome a nightmare. He'd never done that before. He stood, shakily.

You were going to be so proud.

He smiled weakly to himself, and tried to stop thinking about it. It was over.

The best way to move on is to busy yourself with positivity, his doctor had said.

But how long could he go, not facing the fear of your death?

He shook it off, stripping down to go shower. Bob preferred his showers on the warm side of lukewarm. He was not like you.

He remembered the day you asked for his help when you had hurt your shoulder and hand from a recon mission.

He had set up the shower to his normal temperature, set out your towel and slippers and had left to give you privacy.

He heard a scream from inside when you stepped in, and rushed in to see what was wrong. “Y/n?! What’s wrong! Are you hurt?” He yelled. It was hard not to look.

He kept his eyes on the ground.

“No Robert, but I might die of hypothermia if you don’t come crank this goddamn water up.”

He softly sighed in relief, “you scared me. It’s still warm water.” Bob clutched his chest. He could feel the steady and quickened beat of his heart. The heart that ran on you.

“Sure it’s warm, but it’s not the gates of hell. I need straight lava Bobby. I need to feel my fingerprints sear off to truly feel the tension in my back go away.”

He slowly paddled over, keeping his gaze respectful. When he approached he could see your legs from the thighs down. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make him gulp. They looked so soft.

He turned the water up, and hissed at the change of temperature on the handle. He pulled his hand back quickly.

You caught it with your good hand. Giving his burned skin the slightest brush of your lips, healing it with your magic. “Thanks Bobby boy.” His eyes widened as he watched.

“Now, let me shower. I’m so ready to be clean.” You announced, and smiled at his respectful stance. You ruffled his hair and shut the sliding down back into place.

Bob walked out silently. He stared at his hand a lot that day. Still feeling your lips on his skin.

After a much needed shower, Bob sat down to read. His mind might’ve been more clear, but he was not going to try and sleep again after that experience. He knew better.

Instead he read through a few chapters of the book you’d recommended, smiling at your doodles and notes. You were so intellectual when it came to books.

He loved that about you.

Once he was done, he looked over to his clock, which read “7:45.” That was a good enough time to be up. So Bob exited his room.

He was searching for you, to tell you of the victory over the Void he’d had, but he couldn’t seem to find you.

Walking to the gym, Bucky and Walker were fighting, or… sparring. It was always so realistic with them. Probably because they hate each other.

Bob saw Yelena, who was lifting weights half her size, and walked over. “Hey Yelena, have you seen Y/n this morning?”

“Hold on buddy, spot me really fast.” Yelena grunted as she struggled to lift the weight. Bob shrugged, pulling the bar up with one hand. It felt like paper. He took the weight off of Yelena as she got up.

“I hate you god man. That is not fair in any way,” she grumbled.

Bob laughed. “It’s one of the only perks, trust me.” She smiled.

“So why’re you looking to talk to y/n huh? Trying to ask her on another date?” Yelena pushed and wiggled her brows. Bob turned pink and shushed his friend.

“I’m trying Lena, but it’s been really difficult to talk to her. It’s like she doesn’t want to hear me admit it.”

Yelena stares at her friend’s expression, “aww that’s cute. You have the whole kicked puppy look down real good Bob.”

He frowns, “anyways… where is she?”

Yelena hesitates to tell him, and Bob can tell, "She's at therapy, I think she had another nightmare about the trials. She seemed pretty shaken up this morning when she went. She just left. I'm sure it'll be okay." She said as she patted her friend's shoulder.

Bob furrowed his brows at the thought, crossing his arms over his stomach.

He should've been there to help you, hold you. He wished he had checked on you earlier.

"Well, it's good she went to get help,” he croaked.

Yelena chuckles, "oh she will definitely get help, she was referred to Dr. Stocker, a real cutie. You better get that bag soon Bobby."

Fuck, now you were seeing a hot therapist.

Bobby cringed and slapped a face to his forehead, Yelena laughed, "cmon Bob, spar with me. It'll make you feel better. I’m pretty sure Y/n only has eyes for you anyways.”

That made Bob blush, shaking his head at the thought. There was no way.

He complied to sparring, just to get his mind off of you.

It didn’t work.

You had a restless night, followed by a horrible nightmare. It left you shaking, breathing quickly, and sweaty. You thought about going to Bob, but after last night, it felt inappropriate. You needed to get out of the tower, and fast.

You picked up the number of the new therapist Val got you, and called it.

"Hello, This is Dr. Jim Stocker, how can I help you?"

You mumble, "Hi, it's Y/n L/n from... well, Val gave me your number?"

You heard his smile through the phone, "ahh yes, the super girl I've heard so much about. Were you looking for an appointment?"

You continue, "Yes, please, anytime today? As soon as possible."

Dr. Stocker seemed to understand. He offered an emergency appointment, told you the address, and reassured you he'd have coffee ready right away.

You threw on a comfortable outfit, put your hair up, and laced your shoes. Grabbing your keys, you throw a bag over your shoulder. You take a lingering glance at Bob's door. You hoped he was having a better morning than you.

You passed Yelena on your way out, mumbling about your plans, barely focused. Everything in your head was overwhelming you, and it was very obvious. She eyed you, seeing your worry. At least you were headed somewhere to find help. Yelena couldn't even bring herself to do that.

She admired you for it.

When you got to therapy, Dr. Stocker met you at the door. He was tall, lean, and just... delicious.

His hair was dark, dark brown, almost black. And he had the most striking green eyes, framed by chestnut glasses. This is a man who does not belong behind a desk.

He greeted you with a smile, opening the door and ushering you in. He led your through the hall of his practice, to his office.

“This is my place, if you’d like to sit feel free, or we can stand. Whatever makes you the most comfortable.” He smiled at you, handing you a coffee. You took a sip. God that’s bitter. But you swallowed it down and acted like it was perfect.

You sit, nestling the mug between your hands, shivering at the warmth, which contrasted your cold demeanor.

“Are you cold?” God was this guy a psychic? You softly shook your head. He sat down across from you pulling out a notebook.

“So, Valentina gave me a file on your situation, but that isn’t always what’s going on. What brings you in today?”

You gulped nervously, “I had another nightmare. It is normally pretty similar each time, but this morning I just couldn’t calm myself down, and I needed to see someone.”

He nodded reassuringly, letting you know he was listening. “Well, do you normally go to someone else?”

You nod, “yeah, Bob- or Robert, he and I went through the trials together, and we usually share our nightmares with each other. Makes it less heavy. We get the same ones.”

Dr. Stocker wrote that down. He listened as you continued.

“I couldn’t go to him this morning though. Something, weird has been going on between us, and I’m afraid I’ve overstepped my boundary in our friendship.” You replied, rubbing your neck, and picking at your nails with anxiety.

He kept writing, but responded, “if you don’t mind, what do you mean ‘overstepped?’ I just want to make sure I understand.”

You look at him, watching him write, “I think, made I’ve developed… feelings? But I don’t think he reciprocates.”

Wow that hurt so much more to admit out loud.

Especially to a hot doctor who probably had a beautiful wife waiting at home. Life is so unfair.

He laughed quietly, “well, I definitely understand the feeling of rejection you might be experiencing. But let me ask you this, has Bob ever directly shut you down?”

You think about it for a second, was yesterday a rejection? No. You couldn’t think of a time when Bob had actually rejected you.

“No, not directly. But he does freeze up a lot, like what he is doing feels wrong. It makes me feel like he doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

Dr. Stocker stops writing and hands you some free advice, “Ms. L/n, if a man is coming to you about his nightmares, he definitely wants something to do with you.”

You smile, I hope so.

The rest of therapy went by fast. Dr. Stocker was very kind, and he seemed very interested in getting down to the root of your fears. You walked out feeling much more relaxed. Ready to face the day.

You decided to stop by Bob’s favorite coffee shop, getting you each something. You needed to tell him what had happened, and sweets always made things better. You grab a bag of donuts for the team as well.

You pulled into the garage, locking your car behind you, and taking the elevator back up to the commons area.

When the doors opened, you saw Bob, Alexei, Yelena, Bucky, and Ava playing Monopoly. You smile at the domestic scene. And plop down the bag of donuts you bought.

“I brought breakfast!” You say, announcing your presence.

Bob’s head snaps up at your voice. He looked panicked, but once he sees your smile, he softens. He abandons the game and walks to you.

“Hey! Yelena said you’d gone out. Are you okay?” He asks, putting a hand on your shoulder. You hold up his coffee, “yep! I’ll tell you about in a bit, okay?”

He grabs the coffee, “oh my god, you are the best. I love y- this coffee.” He says, correcting himself quickly. I cannot believe I almost said that.

You smile, “I knew you’d like it Bobby.” He stares at you, at your lips, those beautiful, soft lips. God I want to kiss her.

Ava yells from the couch, “Hey! You two, quit ogling, Bob it’s your turn!” That snaps you both out of the little trance you were in.

You each sit on the floor around the table.

Alexei lands on Bucky’s property, and you’re pretty sure the dirtiest Russian language you’ve ever heard comes out of his mouth.

Yelena cheers once she has all the utilities, and you laugh. Bob watches your eyes crinkle with joy, and he quietly laughs too. Your happiness is contagious.

The game ends after two hours of complete chaos. Bucky threatens to kill Ava after she knocks him out of the game first. He stomps off, picking up Alpine and slamming his door behind him. Someone needs a nap you thought.

After that, Ava basically dominates, winning the game after a struggle between her and Yelena. She takes the win with quiet pride. Making Yelena and Alexei even more mad.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea for the most competitive group to play Monopoly. You were just glad John had sat it out. That would’ve been overwhelming.

You decided to head back to your room and read, Bob followed you to your door. “Hey, can we talk now?”

You nodded, and smiled softly. “Let’s go inside and read, and talk.” He agreed.

This is my chance he thought.

You both lay in your bed, reading your books silently, but the warmth of Bob seeped into your mattress, finding you.

The simplicity of it all made you aware of everything he was doing. How his hair would fall into his eyes when he tipped his head to read lower down each page. How his chest rose, and fell with each sentence. How his eyes flickered from word to word.

He was entrancing.

It always seemed like you barely missed each other staring, because Bob was noticing the same about you. How your lashes brushed your cheeks every-time you blinked. How you smiled at a line you thought was good, and then relayed it to him aloud. How your lips pursed at every twist and turn of the story.

You were magnificent.

After quite a few chapters, you grew bored and shut your book, sitting up. Bob noticed, and doggy eared his page. You watched in disgust, “Bobby!! No! I need to get you a bookmark ASAP!”

He laughed, “no I think it’s cute that it bothers you. I’m too far gone, you can’t save me,” he said and mocked agony, pressing the back of his hand to his forehead.

You push his shoulder, grinning. You stay like that for a spare second. Just being happy, together.

“So, I heard about therapy.” He starts, tone bordering on seriousness.

You look away, “yeah… I’m sorry. I know I normally come to you about it.”

He watches you hide your face from him. Why were you doing that? “Hey, it’s okay. I’m just glad you got help. I heard the guy is nice.” He said, putting his hand on yours, which was resting on the duvet.

I’m here, it said.

You glance towards the contact, your heart swelling with hope. “Yeah, he was really sweet, he tried to get down to the root of the problems, which I think helped a lot.” You smiled to yourself.

“Was it just another nightmare?” Bobby asked, and you finally met his eyes again. The dark teal blue color swallowed you whole like the ocean. He had the best eye color. What would a baby of his look like? Your baby?

God snap out of it Y/n. “Yeah,” you begin. “It was the same old, same old. But it keeps feeling more real. More likely to happen. I hate it.” You whisper.

Bob watches you explain, watches your happy face transform into a hurt one. It breaks his heart. He instinctively pulls you to his chest.

You jump in surprise, but quickly bury your head in the familiar crook of his neck. You breathe in, he was wearing the cologne you bought him as a gift for accidentally breaking his small travel-sized bottle. It smelled heavenly on his skin.

“I would never, never let anything happen to you.” He swears into your hair. You feel the promise sweep over the two of you. I could get used to this, one of you thinks.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” you say, muffled by the contact. “The dreams always seem to target you.”

Bob furrows his brows, “what?”

You explain, “they all have the same premise, you get hurt on a mission. I freak out, things go horribly wrong. I just want them to stop.”

You sit back up and watch him digest the fact. You were each having nightmares about the other getting hurt. Thats weird.

“We can figure it out together Y/n, you don’t have to go through it alone. You never had to.” He sighs, pulling your head back into his neck protectively.

You nuzzle, quietly content. Even if this was friendly, it was everything to you.

Robert sits, feeling your nose breathe soft sighs into his neck. He feels your arms wrapped around his back. And he sees your cheeks puffed up like you were smiling.

And for the first time, he felt like he had something, no, someone to live for.

Neither of you noticed yourselves drifting off into sleep.

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