#bound to imagination

[thimblings]

the kiss but make it spite x lucanis

[mischievous-thunder]

Some things never change even across the multiverse

[makishimu]

The school system in HSR has got to be kind of messed up because on the one hand you have Ratio who will randomly start talking about that certain gambler whom he absolutely doesn't have a crush on, and on the other hand you have Anaxa who will suddenly leave in the middle of the class laughing like a maniac in a sudden fit of inspiration.

And somehow this leaves Mr Reca to be the most normal of the three.

[megalony]

Bound By Blood

As promised, here is the new Evan Buckley imagine for you all, I hope everyone likes it. Thank you @neonkiwi for helping with the plotline.

I'm hoping to make this one into a series.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: (Y/n) and Evan met in a support group, bonding over shared trauma. And now, they're going to have a baby together. But it isn't so easy when (Y/n)'s family is complicated and they put far too much pressure on her.

Enjoy.

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Evan loved the sound of the rain. He loved how calming it was, how settling to his heartbeat and rhythm the constant tapping was. He enjoyed thunderstorms and downpours and watching movies while the rain poured outside.

During the few months of the year when the rain only came in small bursts and showers, Evan never knew what to do with himself. He hated seeing bright sunshine day after day and no specks of rain.

And while it was pouring down outside, he thought he should make the most of it.

The sound of the rain was giving him a boost of energy and now the kitchen was almost spotless, gleaming like new from Evan's merciless cleaning regime. He loved cooking, but cleaning wasn't something Evan enjoyed unless he was in this type of mood where he wanted to gut the apartment from top to bottom. And this mood usually faded after an hour, which was why he was focusing on the kitchen because then if he lost energy, it didn't matter about the rest of the apartment. He would get round to it at some point.

The highs and lows of having ADHD.

He hummed quietly as he tossed the cleaning rag into the washer, finally done with the countertops and the oven and the cupboards had been reorganised.

The radio was on low enough that Evan could just about hear the music, but the sound of the rain was still louder and more prominent.

"Need me to do anything?"

A grin lit up Evan's face and he cast a look over his shoulder at the sound of (Y/n)'s voice. He hadn't heard her come downstairs, he must have been caught up in the sound of the rain and the task at hand.

He watched (Y/n) lean to the left with her hip pressing into the counter and her arms folded over her chest. The smile on her lips was one that made Evan's heart melt and the look in her eyes made shivers tingle beneath his skin and all down the back of his neck.

"No, I think I'm all done in here." He shook his head and planted his own hands on his hips as he looked around.

Evan wasn't a neat freak, neither of them were, but he did go in bouts of tidying and cleaning, especially if he knew they would be having company over. Today was just because he was in a good mood with the rain drizzling and pouring in the background.

The apartment was cast in a dim grey light from the dark clouds forming outside and the constant downpour which blocked out what little was left of the afternoon sunlight.

He scoured his hands up and down his jeans to rid the last droplets of water and cleaning solution, but his eyes got caught on the calander next to the fridge. His hands moved to his hips and he smiled as he turned and looked back towards (Y/n).

"Don't forget about Thursday, blood donations."

The way he pointed towards the calendar made (Y/n)'s smile soften. She could see the little red heart Evan had drawn on the bottom of the date, his symbol for the blood donations. Every two months, the team would go down to the hospital together and donate. And ever since (Y/n) had been in a relationship with Evan, she had joined them too.

It seemed fitting that (Y/n) went along with them and donated as well, she had donated a lot of blood over the years. So making it a regular occurrence with the team only seemed fitting.

(Y/n) tilted her head down and moved one hand to cup the back of her neck, itching away out of nervous habit.

She had actually forgotten that the donation would be this week, she thought it was the week after. Dates kept getting fuzzy between work and Evan's irregular shift patterns.

"About that, I um… I don't think I can this time." Her eyes trained on Evan's hands that were tapping along the counter as he finished putting a few containers and utensils back in their places. And she watched how he paused and turned to face her so quickly that he should have gotten whiplash.

Now was as good a time as any to tell him her news.

She had thought about waiting until next week, about trying to find a perfect way to sit him down and tell him. Part of her wanted to buy something sweet, a little keepsake and give it to Evan as a gift to break the news. The only thing she had been against was making a big song and dance or a big celebration. She wanted to tell him on their own, not in front of anyone else.

But waiting was starting to cut into (Y/n), her stomach was constantly twisting in knots every time she thought about telling him and what would happen once he knew. It was time to open up now.

"Why?" The utter panic in Evan's voice made (Y/n) wince and chide herself for saying that like there was a problem.

She could see his blue eyes turning darker as they swept her up and down like he expected to see some physical sign that she wasn't well or physically see what was playing on her mind. When he knew that she had been fine all day, so it couldn't be due to some kind of illness.

The panic stayed written across his features while he turned so he was properly facing her, and he waited a little impatiently for (Y/n) to walk over to him.

Her hands itched at her sides, desperate to reach out and do something, to grapple for his shoulders or pull him into a hug or kiss him. But she tried to hold herself steady and calm herself down, not wanting to get too over-excited.

"I'm not gonna be allowed to donate for a while, actually." This time, she managed a smile that was somewhat playful, but Evan didn't seem to catch onto it.

His brows only furrowed and his blushing lips parted but he only took a few shallow breaths as he tried to think.

He didn't understand. He didn't know what that meant. Why wouldn't she be allowed to donate? She was healthy, she didn't have any disease or illness or blood deficiencies. He knew (Y/n) had been donating all her life. And how long was a while?

"A while? What does that mean, not allowed?" Evan's hands let go of the counter behind him so he could push forward and curl his hands around her hips. He pulled her closer but when she didn't meet his eyes, one hand reached up to gently cup her chin.

He tilted her head up until their temples were pressed together and he knew she could feel the way his right foot was tapping against the floor like he was doing some triple speed version of morse code.

"They don't let you donate blood if you're pregnant."

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and tried to hold her breath deep in her lungs to settle her heartbeat that was creating a frenzy through the rest of her system.

She couldn't donate if she was pregnant, it wasn't allowed in case it made her low on iron or caused any other vitamin deficiencies. So for the next seven to eight months, she wouldn't be allowed to go and donate along with the team like she usually did.

For over a week, (Y/n) had been wondering how to tell Evan and what his reaction would be. She wondered if he would be excited, scared, unsure or suddenly proud and ready.

She was about to take a step away at the lack of response until Evan suddenly broke out of his frozen state.

A gasp left (Y/n)'s lips and her hands quickly curled around Evan's shoulders when he deadlocked his arms around her waist and hoisted her up. He bound their chests together and lifted (Y/n) from her feet so he could spin her round.

Tilting her head forward, (Y/n) buried her face in Evan's neck, unable to stop herself from smiling against his skin. And her heart bubbled up in her throat when she felt him laughing into her neck.

"We're having a baby?" It sounded more like a question than a statement and (Y/n) pressed a tender kiss to his neck where she could feel his pulse hammering against his skin.

"We are."

"Going to that group was the best decision I ever made."

(Y/n)'s heart soared in her chest when she felt those words being whispered against her temple.

She knew Evan had been anxious that day he first joined the support group; part of him didn't believe he belonged to be in there. It was a group for donor kids, for people who had been test tube babies, brought into the world specifically to donate to a sibling or family member who didn't have long enough to wait on the donor list.

Evan hadn't known that was his origin until over two decades later, his childhood had been far from happy, but he hadn't been affected in the same way as everyone else in that group. He suffered the after effects, not the initial trauma of being poked and prodded and always used for spare parts.

But he had struggled with knowing why he was here, why his childhood had been fractured and broken and loveless. He needed help, he needed to understand and to be around people who understood.

That was exactly where he met (Y/n). And now they were going to have a baby together.

"Me too."

(Y/n) reached her hand up to cup the back of Evan's neck and she began gently carding her fingers over the short hairs and curls up and down his neck and the back of his head. It caused Evan to tilt his head back, groaning as he leant into the touch and allowed their eyes to meet once again.

"You're happy then, really?" (Y/n)'s teeth sank down in her lower lip until Evan closed the distance between them and stole her lips for himself.

She could feel his energy practically radiating off of him and soaking into her. Their teeth clashed with how deeply he kissed her and he couldn't stop himself from smiling or squeezing his hands into her waist like he had been overloaded and didn't know how to release.

And when he lifted her up once again and set her down on the counter, she felt like her lungs had popped. Her arms tightened around him as he stood in between her legs which hooked around his torso.

"Let me show you how happy I am."

***

Panic was the first thing (Y/n) felt when her mind registered the noise she heard was her phone ringing.

Her heartbeat pulsed throughout her body and pounded in her head like a drum that wouldn't stop bashing her skull. Her stomach ached, her chest shuddered and her hand trembled when she reached out for her phone on the side table.

The blaring red numbers on the alarm clock made her panic multiply. It was after midnight, it was early in the morning.

Was Evan okay?

He was on shift, and the one thing that worried (Y/n) about him being on shift was if she ever got a call. She didn't want a call from Bobby or the team saying that Evan had been injured or caught up in an accident or that he had been taken to hospital. Late night phone calls weren't something (Y/n) was overly used to and it felt like a bad omen.

If it wasn't someone calling about Evan, she had no idea who else would be calling at such an early time. And surely it wouldn't be anyone giving her good news.

She started to shake as she tried to sit up and get her vision working to see the caller ID on her phone. But seeing who was calling caused a floodwave of relief and panic to overcome her once again.

It wasn't Evan. It wasn't Bobby or anyone on his team. It was her dad.

"Dad, it's- it's three in the morning, what's wrong?" Her voice was croaky with sleep and she let herself flop back into the den of pillows on the bed. She laid on her back, moving her free hand to run across her temple as she tried to gain back her lost breaths.

There couldn't be many good reasons why her dad would ring her at such an hour like this. It had to be something bad, (Y/n) could feel it deep in her gut and she hated to speculate what he was going to say.

"Adam's in the hospital, his white count is almost zero. Sweetheart, he needs a bone marrow transplant."

No. Please no!

(Y/n) could feel the tears burning down her face like acid rain, the kind of tears she shed so many times over the years when her life had to be put on pause again and again. The kind of tears she cried with deep howls and burning fury when she couldn't go on school trips or join the gymnastics team at school. The tears she shed when her parents wouldn't let her go out of state on a mini holiday with friends in college.

The kind of tears she shed when she was constantly told that she was alive because of her brother and she had a duty to help him whenever he needed her.

They were going to do it to her again. They were going to guilt trip her like they always did, because their feelings got put before (Y/n)'s. She was a blood bag to them, she was something disposable, something that should be freely available to Adam when and if needed. She wasn't a person, she was a walking donation.

Adam was eight years older than (Y/n). He had leukemia, just like Evan's brother Daniel. They were both born simply to donate to their brothers and unlike Evan, (Y/n)'s brother was still alive and needing help.

She had gone to therapy to meet others like her and learn how they managed to get their own lives. How they managed to put their foot down and say no when they didn't want to do another donation, because she couldn't seem to say no whenever she was asked.

"Sweetheart?"

"I-"

She couldn't.

A horrible sense of dread crept up into (Y/n)'s chest and stole the air out of her lungs and clogged her words up in her throat when it dawned on her.

Her free hand shot down from cradling her temple to cup her abdomen instead. The baby. She couldn't do any kind of bone marrow transplant now that she was pregnant. A procedure that severe would pose a big risk to the baby, it wouldn't be in (Y/n)'s best interests. She couldn't give Adam the donation he needed, she couldn't even give him a pint of blood anymore. Not now she was pregnant.

Another floodwave of tears poured down her face and she tried so hard to stop herself from making a noise and alerting her dad that she was distressed. She couldn't have this conversation now.

It was too early, her brain was too fuzzy and she couldn't deal with this mess without Evan here beside her.

"I'll… I'll call and talk in the morning, not now."

"Sweetheart he needs you-"

"Not at three in the morning he doesn't, dad." (Y/n) took as deep a breath as she could and sniffed, trying to compose herself. "He's been admitted, hasn't he? They can give him a blood transfusion and he'll be settled for a few days. It's not life or death, I'll call you."

She hung up before her dad could make a rebuttal argument. She couldn't be doing this right now.

Her phone dropped on the pillow beside her and (Y/n) coiled her knees up until they were pressed tightly into her stomach. She rolled herself onto her side, lying on Evan's side of the bed so she could burrow her face into the pillow and inhale his scent through her gasping cries.

Both arms bound around her waist in between her stomach and her knees and she dared to press one hand down on her stomach as if she would be able to feel or sense the new life she was carrying.

(Y/n) had been stupid to believe that Adam wouldn't need her for nine months- or a year, given that she would have to recover after having the baby. When had she ever gone a year without being asked for something?

When had she had a full year to herself where she didn't need to donate blood or stem cells or a bone marrow transfusion when Adam went downhill?

He had been fine for four months now and the last time, all he needed was two blood transfusions from her. (Y/n) wouldn't even be able to do that anymore.

She had to look out for her baby and do what was best for them. This was her life, she was finally settling down with someone she loved and having a family of her own. A child who she would love unconditionally. A child who she wanted simply to have a family and to love them, not to force them into a life of obligations and selflessness.

She and Evan would love this baby and make them feel wanted and needed and deserved; this child would have the kind of love and support that neither of them had gotten in their childhoods.

This was a child who would be wanted, not needed.

Adam would have to find another donor, another solution to his illness. He couldn't rely on (Y/n) at all times anymore. He couldn't ask the impossible of her, he had to find another way to save himself because (Y/n) couldn't do this now. She couldn't.

Another floodwave of tears poured down her face and had her shaking back and forth as she mumbled "I'm sorry."

She was doing the right thing. So why did she feel such a crushing weight of guilt sitting heavy on her chest?

***

Uncertainty flowed through Evan when he walked in the apartment and took a look around. The curtains in the living room were closed and the tv wasn't on. The lights were off in the kitchen and the bathroom, and there were no books scattered around the living room or at the table suggesting (Y/n) was up and awake.

He had been on the night shift last night, but he thought (Y/n) would have been up by now.

He hummed quietly as he kicked off his shoes, shed his jacket and headed upstairs towards the bedroom.

The curtains were closed in the bedroom too, but there was enough light from downstairs to brighten the room and let Evan see where he was going. He aimed towards the bed, but the gentle smile on his face faltered when he looked around.

(Y/n) was laid in the middle of the bed, curled up like she was trying to form a cocoon. Her face was buried down in a pillow, her arms were tightly bound around her middle, and when Evan looked down, he saw a plastic bowl on the floor. A sick bucket.

His lips rolled into a thin line as he approached the bed and climbed on. He sat near the middle of the bed, crossing his legs beneath him while he leaned over and graced his fingertips up and down (Y/n)'s arm.

"Oh babe, you don't look good."

He trailed his hand up her arm and over her shoulder until he had his fingers tangled in her hair. He gently began to brush her hair behind her ear while he watched her open her bleary eyes to look over at him.

But Evan wasn't expecting her to burst into tears.

His body shuddered and his chest tightened when he watched the tears spill down her face and the feeble sob she let out made his heart hammer into his ribs.

He wasn't quite sure what to do as (Y/n) curled up tighter and moved her hands to smother her face. Did she feel that bad? Had she been sick all through the night? Did he need to ring the doctor?

Leaning over, Evan peppered a few kisses to (Y/n)'s shoulder and leaned into her hip while he reached his hands over to hold onto her wrists. He slowly pulled her wrists back so she wasn't covering her face. She didn't need to hide away from him, Evan hated to see her cry but he never wanted her to shy away.

"Shh, hey, hey it's okay-"

"No it's not." The bubbling cry that left (Y/n)'s lips made her shake and she coiled her arms to her chest, despite her wrists still being held in Evan's embrace.

"Why?"

Panic flooded Evan's voice as he leaned in closer and let go of her wrists in favour of cupping her face instead. She had to talk to him, she had to tell him if something had happened or gone wrong or if she wasn't well. He couldn't sit here not knowing or else he couldn't do anything to help.

When (Y/n) tried to shake her head and turn away from him, Evan clicked his tongue. She couldn't try and hide away and ignore him, she had to talk to him and explain what was wrong.

His hands left her face and he slid them beneath her arms this time, carefully reeling her up from the bed so she was sitting up and facing him better. He was rather relieved when (Y/n) didn't pull away from him and he sighed to himself when her arms looped around his neck.

The way her head flopped on his shoulder made him wonder briefly if she had passed out. But he felt her nuzzling into his neck and gasping through her breaths, so he knew she was still awake.

His fingers danced along the side of her neck and his lips attached to her temple while his other arm looped around her waist. He feathered his hand up and down her waist, trying to calm her down enough for her to be able to explain why she was so upset.

"Talk to me, baby." He hummed against her temple before he leant his cheek on top of her head, trying to be as patient as he could while he waited for her to tell him why she was so distressed.

(Y/n) tightened her arms around Evan's neck, unable to stop herself from scratching her nails into his skin as she bound herself to his chest. Needing to be as close as possible so she could stop herself from falling into a state of despair.

"Adam's in hospital, he… he needs bone marrow, and I- I can't give it anymore." Each breath (Y/n) took sounded more like a wheezing, desperate attempt at salvaging the string that kept her grounded and tied to reality.

Being Adam's donor was all that (Y/n) knew since the moment she learned to walk and talk. It was her purpose, it was why she was alive. And now, for the first time in her life, she would have to tell him and her parents that she couldn't fulfil her obligations. She couldn't donate anything to him, he was in the hospital needing her help and she couldn't do anything about it.

Closing his eyes, Evan smothered his lips and nose into (Y/n)'s hair and sighed.

He had been stupid enough to overlook the fact that Adam might just need (Y/n)'s help while she was pregnant. He had been oblivious to that little thought, so wrapped up in the fact that they were having a life of their own that he forgot how tangled and messy their family lives were.

"It's okay, baby this is okay. You have nothing to feel guilty about."

Evan let his eyes fall closed and nuzzled his face into her hair as he kissed her head longingly.

There was nothing she could do, and nothing that she had done that was wrong. (Y/n) was allowed a life and a family of her own. She was her own person, she was over eighteen and had the rights to her own body. If she didn't want to donate, she didn't have to. And if she was pregnant and couldn't donate, that was nothing to be ashamed of or feel guilty about.

"I'm his donor-"

"Hey, no you're not." The stern tone to Evan's voice made (Y/n) shudder in his arms and hold her breath. "You're his sister, and you can't donate because you're pregnant that's not something to be ashamed of. We're having a baby, this is good news and your family need to understand that."

(Y/n) tried to nod, but she felt so exhausted and lethargic. She tilted her head back against Evan's arm so she could look up at him better, but seeing the frown etched into his features made her lips quiver.

"He needs me, e-exactly when I can't help." Her trembling hand ran across her face and down her jaw before she burrowed further into Evan's chest.

All night she had drifted between sobbing and sleeping with the odd sickness added into the mix. She had been waiting for Evan to come home so she could talk this through with him but all she had done was burst into tears and panic him and exhaust herself.

It was typical that the exact moment (Y/n) could no longer help Adam, he had a lapse in health and needed her. Now he would have to be put on the donor list and wait indeterminably for someone else to come along and save him. He had been on the list before (Y/n) was born and in the year it took for her parents to go through with the genetic embryo implant, no match had been found.

He could be waiting much longer this time, and he might not have that long left.

Another flow of tears trickled down (Y/n)'s face like a leaky tap, but she didn't have the air within her left to cry anymore.

"What did we always say in group?" Evan's voice was tender and he noticed the beginning of a saddened smile forming on (Y/n)'s lips.

She couldn't look up at him to answer so her gaze adverted down to her hands that were now on her lap rather than around Evan's neck. "We're not spare parts."

Despite never feeling the same as everyone else in that group, the motto had resonated with Evan. His parents treated him like a spare part, like an inconvenience to them. They didn't love him, they didn't really want him, he was a necessity not a product of love. And after Daniel's death he had simply been a constant reminder of what they had lost.

Knowing the truth about his existence only amplified that feeling for Evan of being around as a bag of spare pieces that were no longer needed.

And he knew for (Y/n) that the motto was still something she was grappling with because she was still needed. Adam was still alive and (Y/n) always found it hard to say no. She didn't know how to deny him or their parents when she had grown up brainwashed into believing that she was here simply to donate and care for her brother.

"This is your life, you can't put everything on hold because he may or may not need you. That's not fair of them to ask that of you, baby you have a life as well."

"I know what mum will say, s-she'll say it's what I'm here for. Being on the donor list takes time, time Adam m-might not have-"

"And asking you to give up your life and a potential family is fair?"

(Y/n) whimpered when she felt Evan's hand cupping her jaw so he could tilt her head back enough to kiss her. Everything he felt was poured into that kiss that made her lightheaded enough to wobble back against his chest.

No. No, it wasn't fair of them to ask that of her and (Y/n) knew it. And she knew that with Evan here by her side, holding her hand, she would have the strength to tell her parents that this wasn't happening.

Her baby was her priority, this was her life and her new family and she wasn't jeopardising or ruining this for something that wasn't going to cure Adam or give him a new lease of life. Donations only prolonged his short lived remission. It gave him a few extra weeks or months of feeling okay and being almost back to some sense of normality.

This wasn't a transplant that was going to save and change his life, this wasn't something that only (Y/n) could do. He would have to wait on the donor list and let the doctors decide what was best for him because (Y/n) wasn't available to provide every donation and sample he needed.

"I've never had something that's mine, like this… something I want. And I know- I know they can't take this from me, but they'll make me feel guilty."

There were so many things (Y/n) had never been able to do, so many things she could never have.

She couldn't go out of the country on holiday in case she got ill or caught an infection which would prevent her from donating to Adam. And if she got an infection and passed it onto him, with his low white count he couldn't fight off infections and it would make him worse. When he was in his worse states, their home became a clean room to keep him safe and prevent illnesses.

Playing sports in school growing up wasn't an option, if she got injured it stopped her from donating.

Her parents never wanted her to leave home or settle down because that put Adam at risk if she couldn't donate or if she wasn't readily available to help him. She was treated as their property all her life and going to the therapy group where she met Evan showed her just how bad it was.

She tucked her face back into Evan's neck and moved to wrap her arms around his torso, clinging to him like he was a comfort teddy.

"Baby they're going to be grandparents, that's more important than forcing you to donate everything you have to Adam all your life."

It was evidently clear that her parents weren't going to get any grandkids from Adam. He was too sick, he wasn't in a stable relationship and being a father wasn't something he could commit to when his health could take a bad turn at any time. He had already lived longer than expected- thanks to the donations he got from (Y/n)- children weren't something he wanted or could actively think about right now.

And after the amount of chemo he'd endured through his life, he might not be able to have kids anyway.

(Y/n) was the one who would be able to have children and that was exactly what was happening now. This was her first child, her parents first grandchild. They should be happy, thrilled, excited about this news, not angry that they couldn't use (Y/n) to help Adam.

"If it was Adam's baby this would be different."

"If they were loving parents, this would be different too. They can't force you into donating anymore, baby you've got your own life now and they have to understand that."

Evan could understand those double standards. He knew his parents weren't going to be as pleased about his news of a baby as they had been when Maddie told them. He knew his child wouldn't be favoured the same way as Jee was. Just like during his childhood, he had been dismissed whereas Maddie had been loved.

He knew that if Adam were ever to have a child, they would be doted on and admired and spoiled, but the chances of her parents being excited and overjoyed for (Y/n) weren't very high. She was still seen as an extra in her own family, someone who served a purpose rather than to be loved.

But her parents needed to relent. They couldn't force (Y/n) to do anything she didn't want to, she was an adult and this was her life. They needed to be happy for her and deal with the fact that Adam was going to have to settle for being on the donor list for once.

(Y/n) winced when she realised she was leaving tear stains on Evan's shirt, but he didn't seem to care. He held her tighter and kept her burrowed into his chest, knowing that she wanted and desperately needed some comfort right now.

"I don't want to tell them."

Her own words made her cringe. She felt stupid for how nervous she felt, but she truly didn't want to tell them. This was supposed to be a joyful thing, this was meant to be a happy moment where (Y/n) would tell her family she was having her own child and they would support her.

But she had a feeling that the only person who would be supporting her and Evan would be Maddie and the team.

"Sweetheart you have to, as much as it kills me that you'd donate everything you have to Adam, they need to know that you're only saying no because you have no choice this time. And if they don't understand then they don't deserve to be in our baby's life."

Evan couldn't help how much he hated that (Y/n)'s family still had a way to make her feel guilty. She still felt like she had no choice and Evan watched her agree every time they asked her to donate. It was why therapy had been so good for her, it helped her to try and find a life of her own and move on. (Y/n) didn't have to feel any obligation and she knew that.

There was nothing her family could say or do that would make her responsible for Adam or need to donate to him.

Besides, they could see that she was in turmoil, she wanted to help but she physically couldn't. That had to count for something.

Tilting his head down, Evan attached his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head again while he started to sway them from left to right. He didn't want her to panic or get this upset, it wasn't going to do her any good and this wasn't a bad thing.

"We can tell them together."

If he had to, Evan would tell her parents for her and he would stand in her corner and make sure they didn't pull any guilt-trips.

They had done enough to (Y/n), he wouldn't let them hurt her anymore.

[wrappedinpinklace]

Slytherin Jason Todd HCS

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Slytherin Jason who thinks you’re his lucky charm, insisting you come to all of his games and cheer him on, even if you are from a different house.

Slytherin Jason who is familiar with every nook and cranny of the castle, and is always finding new spots for your “meetups”.

Slytherin Jason who claims he’s “too cool” for hogsmeade weekend, yet when the weekend comes, he’s always there with you.

Slytherin Jason who always brings a jacket with him, even if he doesn’t need it because he knows you’ll complain about the cold. that and he just likes how you look in his jacket.

Slytherin Jason who leaves notes in your shared textbooks. you opened it once while snacking on something sweet in the library and nearly choked when you read the note, the contents less than appropriate.

Slytherin Jason who hates morning classes and prefers to sleep in, yet he always makes sure he’s up and ready to walk you to yours.

NSFW AHEAD!!

Slytherin Jason who likes to let his hands wander while you’re studying in the library, and then acting clueless when you suddenly can’t focus or begin to trip over your words because of his hand between your thighs, fingers teasing your clothed core.

Slytherin Jason who you’re always quick to forgive because he’s quick to please you, getting down on his knees and spreading your legs, apologizing with his mouth, and not with his words.

Slytherin Jason who loves to make a mess of you. lipstick smeared, hair disheveled, clothes falling off your body, skin littered with bruises and bite marks, legs trembling, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone words. to him, that’s when you’re perfect.

Slytherin Jason who lives for having you in the showers post quidditch match, especially after a loss and he’s pissed off. no one would dare enter, not while the captain is still in there and explicitly told them to stay out. there was something about having you pressed against the shower wall, the hot water cascading down on the both of you as he took all of his frustration out on you.

Slytherin Jason who loves to whisper dirty things in your ear, just to leave you flustered. he leans in and murmurs “I can’t stop thinking about how good you sounded when I fucked you last night.” or “Ive been thinking about the face you made when you came on my cock last night all day.”

[bet-on-me-13]

The Bat-Adoption Papers are literal Magic Contracts

So! In the Deified Batman AU (the AU where the Belief of the peoples of Gotham accidentally Ascended Batman to minor godhood), the Bat Adoption Papers would be a fun concept.

Batman is a God of The Night, Fear, and Protection. Specifically, the protection of Children, which is one of his biggest motivators. Meaning, it's a big part of his Divine Domain.

So when he, a God of Protection and Children, adopts his own Child? It's kind of a big deal.

His Adoption Papers basically become Magical Contracts that claim Dick to him as his own Son, basically turning Dick into a Demigod by the fact that he is the Son of a God.

Then each time Batman adopts a kid, they become a Demigod as well. Maybe after enough time, and after they forge their own Identities, they could become Minor Gods of their own? Idk, fun idea

Why do I bring this up?

Well, when Danny eventually joins the JLA, and runs into Batman, all he sees in a God of the Night, who takes one look at him, and then pulls out a Magical Binding Contract from his Belt.

Needless to say, he books it.

[yandere-wishes]

༺ 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑜 𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝓇𝓊𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓂𝒾𝒶𝓃'𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝑜𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁? ༻

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The problem with bats is that they tend to solely rely on their instincts, their carvings. They tend to forget their surroundings, that other creatures exist as much as they do.

Selina rings her arms around your frame pushing you closer, nose nuzzling your ear and cheek. Her hug only loosens when she hears the bat speak his echolocation ringing clearly through her ears.

"Daimian brought her home last, he's...he has a crush, I think."

Wasn't there some sort of new bat-eating fungus discovered in the north?

For a moment she debates asking Oswald to export in a batch or two.

"It's inevitable," Selina says, laying a bowl of food at the foot of the counter for the cats. Exhaustion seeps through her words, she speaks from experience, experience too deep to voice. "Bats are tenacious rodents, and robins are hard to kill. Mix that with demons blood and I'd say we're just about doomed." Your eyes stare up at her, even sideways, and anxious she's gorgeous. You'd always dreamed you'd grow up to be her. Inherit the claws and whip and lust for the endless shimmer.

But you're starting to think you'll never make it to that.

Not with the bird, who shows affection by breaking bones and spilling blood.

Selina doesn't like it, not fully, not utterly. She doesn't trust the boy wonder, doesn't trust a future she can not see. The boy is young and overbearing, he'll only end up trapping you within a glittering cage. Domesticating the girl he loves, satiating her by handing her pearls and diamonds and gold. He won't let her take, won't let her bleed for own life. She's seen one too many men like that, she's escaped every one of them. The bat may believe in freedom but his heir does not. And after all this time, all these years she refuses to let your sovereignty be stripped of you.

Be silent thy traitorous voices screaming sanguinity inside her wry head.

Voices that utter such affirmations, that say this is destiny, that this too must happen. Who safer than the son of the bat, the blood son at that? Freaks stick to freaks, masks, and capes, and cowls. Selina would never trust a normal man to treat you the way you deserve...

But she knows a Wayne never could either...

Selina watches as the Boy Wonder's kick nests in between your ribs. He wasted no time, swinging straight for you. Your body tumbles back, finally gaining enough momentum to filp landing on your feet, knees bent ready to pounce. Your claws tear through the flesh of his cheek, scrapping up the skin, freeing the red letting it mar the concrete. But the bird only slithers in closer, pecking your lips before, slamming his head into yours. Selina's eyes land on the bat, the darkness at the ledge, he stands immobile, as if actually watching a cat and bird fight, as if thinking this is nothing more than a cartoon playing at the drive-through theater.

She extends her whip, lashing it through the air letting the leather coil around Damian before pulling him away. The demon boy shrieks in anger, he kicks, and writhes vying for freedom. You land behind your mentor, hiding behind her. For the first time ever Selina is almost sorry her suit is so tight, sorry she can't provide more shelter.

"Can you please keep this one a leash, bats? It's starting to annoy my kitten."

Batman doesn't say anything, he only cuts away the rope and drags his son away.

"Aren't bats just rodents?" You ask arms crossed as you finally crawl out of your temporary sanctuary.

"Yes, why?" It takes Selina another moment before she finally tears her eyes away from the disappearing silhouettes in the skyline.

"So why haven't we just killed them?"

It's only back in the apartment that both you and Selina realize he took your stolen jewels too.

Selina curses she really liked that new necklace.

This could all be a cruel joke, Bruce thinks as he watches Damian sulking on his bed, arms crossed. Robin suit still on.

After all, what's funnier than the son you unknowingly sired with your ex-lover falling so madly in love with the adopted daughter of your complex midnight affair, who you may or may not be madly in love with...

Bruce can't think of one,

He doesn't even think Joker could come up with anything better.

Or worst.

He's too tired to fully tell.

"Hey, Bruce?" Tim asks, poking him with the sharp end of a frame. "Can you hand him this when he's done brooding? I'd go in but I need my bones intact for the next few days." Bruce sighs, taking the frame from Tim and inspecting it with worry. Sure enough, it's a picture of you crouching in an ally, stalking some prey or another.

He can't help but think his sons are progressively getting worse.

Regardless Bruce leaves the frame in Damian's room.

When he closes the door a little pride bubbles in his chest.

Bruce knows that freaks stick to freaks.

Masks, and capes, and cowls.

Who better to understand you than another who wears your endeavors?

Who can love an anomaly if not for another anomaly?

Bruce leaves, missing how the young heir, gently kisses your photo.

Running his hands across your photo, muttering a silent, simple 'I love you'.

Damian pricks his finger on his tooth.

Drawing a bloody heart around your face.

"You'll be mine my love" he promises.

He swears it on his cape and cowl.

He swears it on his lineage.

Tumblr keeps eating my asks when I try to answer 😭😭

But anyway heyy Anon, so to answer your question:

Selina is torn because she wants you to be free and live the life you want. This includes picking who you fall in love with and how the two of you spend your lives together. She finds Damian's obsession annoying, if not dangerous. She knows he'll try to "domesticate" you, to make you into nothing more than his doll. And really she just wants to buy you as much time as possible to be free. However, she also knows, deep down, that the only person who can really understand you is another "freak" whether a rogue or a hero. Someone who knows what it's like to wear a second skin. She just really wants you to pick who that "freak" is.

Bruce on the other hand is simultaneously proud and amused. A part of him really really understands why Damian would fall in love with Catgirl. It just goes to show how similar Damian is to him. A chip off the old block if you will. He also shares both Damian's perspective of seeing this all as legacy, as passing on the torch, feeling like in a way Damian is really ready to step in as the next Batman if need be. He however also shares Selina's perspective of "freaks" being with "freaks", really approving of his son falling for someone with obsessions and desires, someone twisted like they are.

[torbek]

ambition makes you look pretty ugly

[ldrloversblog]

Save me sapphic couples in media, save me

Happy Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈 love y’all ❤️.

[boiledkwamaegg]

Hajoan taivaan tuuliin enkä palaa koskaan

[glovelylovely]

one day you think: i want to die.

and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually.

i think i want a coffee.

a nap.

a sandwich.

a book.

and i want to die turns day by day into

i want to go home,

i want to walk in the woods,

i want to see my friend,

i want to sit in the sun,

i want a cleaner kitchen,

i want a better job,

i want to live somewhere else,

i want to live.

(poem from duckbunny, but with a lesbian twist. post inspired by bittersweetresilience.)

[thimblings]

the origin story of Marisol de Riva's shitty bangs

(Bas is 'Sebastian de Riva', a hornless [maybe de-horned? not sure yet] qunari OC that's part of my backstory for my Rook lmao)

[evenyvn]

Love Know no Bounds

Poly! WooSan x Fem! Reader

summary : Bound by years of friendship, you, San, and Wooyoung teeter on the edge of something more—where every touch lingers too long, and every glance says what none of you dare to speak.

cw : she/her reader, sfw, slightly suggestive, fluff, a little angst, fast-burn, bestfriends to lovers, un-established polyamorous relationship, three of them are in denial and oblivious, yearning, more to be added.

masterlist — next

You’ve known them for as long as you’ve known yourself.

Choi San and Jung Wooyoung... your constants, your other halves, your world. From the moment you all could walk, it was always you three. Stumbling toddlers, mischievous kids, awkward middle schoolers, and now high school seniors standing on the edge of adulthood together.

Your parents would often laugh, shaking their heads fondly whenever the three of you tumbled into someone's living room, backpacks half-zipped, snacks stuffed in your hands, talking over each other without any care of the world. Three peas in a pod, they'd say.

But somewhere between childhood adventures and high school hallways, things shifted.

It’s subtle at first. An accidental brush of San’s fingers on your waist that lingers a heartbeat too long. The way Wooyoung’s gaze burns on your skin, especially when you laugh a little too freely. It's stuck in his head, or how he sometimes watches San with a look that makes your stomach knot.

You pretend you don’t notice. But you do.

Because you’re guilty of the same things.

You've seen it when San sits beside Wooyoung on the couch on a movie night, thigh pressed flush against his, San's hand idly stroking slow, lazy circles on Wooyoung’s thigh. You see how Wooyoung leans into it without a second thought, biting his lip, pretending he doesn't crave more.

You feel it when San's arm curls around your waist protectively in crowded hallways, his hand splaying a little too possessively on your hip, his body pressed against yours like a silent promise as your heartbeats with his against his chest.

You feel it when Wooyoung’s eyes, usually so bright, so mischievous, now soften whenever they land on you, dipping down briefly to your lips, like he’s imagining a thousand different ways to kiss you, like he craves the taste of your lips.

And God, you can’t even blame them. You’re just as bad.

Your body reacts instinctively, tensing under San’s touch before melting against him, heart hammering when Wooyoung’s gaze pins you, it makes you squirm and blush and ache for something you’re too scared to ask for.

Because you're all terrified.

You’re terrified that one move, one word, could shatter the bond you spent a lifetime building. Terrified that giving in to the wildfire burning between you would ruin everything.

So you stay silent.

You laugh, you tease, you cling to each other with trembling hands, pretending the world hasn’t shifted under your feet. Pretending you don't notice how San’s breath hitches when Wooyoung leans too close, or how Wooyoung’s fingers brush your knuckles like a secret apology.

Love, not in a platonic way like it used to be, it buzzes in every glance, every touch, every stolen moment too intimate for words.

You wonder sometimes, lying awake at night, what it would be like if you were just a little bit brave. If San pulled you into his lap and kissed you breathless while Wooyoung pressed close behind you, his lips finding the hollow of your neck, Sharing an unspoken devotion between the three of you.

If you could all stop pretending and start belonging to each other the way your hearts already do.

Because love doesn’t know bounds.

Not between you, not between San and Wooyoung, not between Wooyoung and you, not between San and you.

And deep down, you know, it’s not a matter of if.

It’s when.

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[cinnasweetss]

Out Of Bounds (M) - sim jaeyun

PAIRINGS: jake x female reader, afab reader

SYNOPSIS: in which jake is your little brothers best friend that knows absolutely no boundaries when it comes to you.

GENRE: smut, pwp.

CONTENT: jake is super whiny, one-sided pining, reader is slightly older, overuse of the word ‘noona’, jake def has a thing for older women, mentions of drinking, masturbation (m), mentions non consensual groping, mentions of verbal threats.

jake is everything but a pleasure to be around. endless flirting, groping, threats aimed at your boyfriend, and other unspeakable things. all done where no one can hear you beg him to just leave you alone, just this once. or hear him grumble about how much he likes you, and won’t stop.

jake is like your brother too, just a little bit more annoying. although his actions can be a bit much, you know he’s a kind hearted boy deep down with pure intentions. even if his actions can be a bit much. it’s nothing you can’t handle.

your never bring this up to your brother either. never would you deny him of a friend just because he has a very insatiable desire for you. boys will be boys! your friends say their siblings friends develop little crushes on them too. but jake’s feelings and wants for you are not little.

so, it’s no surprise that he calls you late at night after a night of drinking with your younger brother. overcome by the feeling of needing to hear his best friends older sister. just to settle him. that’s it.

your phone rings next to your pillow, pulling you from your slumber. it takes a minute for you to roll over, sighing when you pick up your phone and see ‘sim jake’ written across the screen.

“hmm? what is it?”

you know he’s been drinking. that’s why you don’t hesitate to answer. “Just…thinking about my noona.” his noona. you’re always referred to that way. his voice is slow and slurred, hinting at just how much he’s drank by now. “are you drunk?”

you have to say you're flattered. extremely. to be on his mind even when he’s drunk and has likely been around plenty of drunk women says a lot. “a lil- little bit..." you hear an exhale come through the speaker, and another noise follow. "jake, how much did you drink? do you need me to come get you?" you’re sitting up out of your bed, ready to throw on clothes and leave just incase he does need you. there’s a short pause before you hear his voice again.

“Can you- fuck... can you say my name again?" he sounds out of breath, and you can faintly hear some very suspicious sounds coming from the other end. those words mark a new boundary that’s been broken. adding to the multitude of broken boundaries. "what are you doing?" his tone sounded very suggestive, and it makes you stop, pressing your phone closer to your ear. "Thinkin' about you, noona..." he responds, and this time, he moans. "Jake..." you don’t mean to feed into him. not all all. you're just utterly shocked and at a loss for words. but most of all, worried about this would affect your relationship with him. "oh, fuck.” he's shameless in the way he moans, loud and whiny, begging you to say more. "tell me, noona..." he starts, moaning directly into your ear... "y-your panties...what color are they?"

“they’re…red..”

"ahhh, shit." you can hear him struggle with himself like he's imagining you in red panties , likely doing something lewd. "today...in the kitchen. did you like it? when I touched you?" ‘touched’ is too sweet of a word to describe what he did to you. groped, manhandled, fondled, is better. overpowering you when you tried to push his hands away from your chest, beg him to stop before your brother sees. tell him he must learn how to control himself.

“you cant...touch me like that...it isn’t right.” those are words you’ve said to him a million times before. words that go through one ear and out the other without a second thought. "cant help it. fuck, fuck, i'm so close! keep talking, please noona!" you can hear him increase speed in whatever he's doing, which, sounds exactly like he's jerking off.

"you're so pretty, too pretty, noona..." he rambles on in his fit of pleasure. telling you how much he wants to kiss you, and fuck you between very loud moans. "wish I could cum in you instead...agh! I gotta have you...gotta make you mine." his words bring heat to your cheeks despite the vulgarity of it all. "Jake..." you start, the other seemingly seconds apart from coming undone. "yes? yes, yes, noona!" he pants over the phone, whining and struggling to hold himself back from cumming before you get to respond. "maybe one day." those words from you are all it takes, a "fuck i'm gonna cum! i'm cumming! fuck!" being yelled into the speaker as he releases every pent up emotion he has for you in the form of one intense orgasm.

sim jaeyun, is way Out Of Bounds.

[megalony]

Bound By Blood- Part 2

Thank you all for the lovely feedback on the first part of this new Evan Buckley series, I hope you will all like this next part.

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Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: (Y/n) and Evan met in a support group, bonding over shared trauma. And now, they're going to have a baby together. But it isn't so easy when (Y/n)'s family is complicated and they put far too much pressure on her.

Enjoy.

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She was going to be sick. She knew it.

(Y/n) pressed the back of her hand against her mouth and closed her eyes, willing herself not to throw up in the car. Although she knew if she did, it would be the perfect excuse to get Evan to turn the car around and take her home.

Her fingers twitched as she pressed her hand firmer against her mouth until her lips were meshing against her teeth so much so that they were almost bleeding. It helped her straighten her head and try to keep her breakfast in her stomach where nature intended, rather than the footwell of Evan's jeep.

She decided to press her temple against the cold glass of the window on her right and her feet tapped and jittered against the floor.

She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be back at the apartment, safe and sound and tucked up watching a film with Evan. (Y/n) didn't want to be going out to visit her parents. This was the last thing she wanted to do, it was exactly what she wanted to avoid. But she couldn't.

As much as she wanted to, (Y/n) couldn't avoid her family forever. It had been two days since her dad called her in the middle of the night, asking her to come down to see Adam at hospital.

She had successfully avoided each and every phone call her parents made, and gave short, curt responses to the dozens of texts she'd received. Asking her why she wasn't calling, why she wouldn't come down to the hospital. Why she hadn't yet made arrangements for a bone marrow transplant which they clearly thought she owed Adam. Just like every other donation in her life.

"Evan I- I don't wanna do this." The words barely made it past (Y/n)'s lips as her stomach tensed and churned and her shoulders began to quake.

She almost jumped in her seat when she felt Evan's hand on her thigh and his fingers began to dance across her skin, roaming her inner thigh as he turned to glance over at her. Pain and sympathy flooded his pupils and his lips formed a pout.

He wished there was something he could to do make this easier for (Y/n), but he couldn't go and talk to her parents on his own. She had to be with him, even if she didn't want to.

And they couldn't prolong this or drag it out. That wasn't an option. Her parents were already hounding her about Adam and helping him, so she and Evan had to explain why that wasn't going to be an option for the next few months.

"I know sweetheart, but we have to tell them." He gave her thigh a light squeeze and glanced across at her again before he had to divert his eyes back to the road.

(Y/n) knew they didn't have a choice. She knew her parents had to find out now or else things would only get worse from here on out. But it was the part of telling them that she couldn't stand. Because she knew how they would respond and how they would act once they knew.

It would be as if the world had ended and (Y/n) had betrayed her family and all that they stood for. They would make this a life or death situation. (Y/n) would be a cruel, heartless person in the eyes of her family, even if that wasn't the case.

(Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes when Evan pulled up outside her parent's home.

Had they arrived already? How had they been in the car long enough to arrive here? Surely they had a bit more time for (Y/n) to try and calm herself down and prepare for this?

All night hadn't been long enough for (Y/n) to prepare and go over this conversation in her head. She tried. She tried to think of every possible answer they might say and every rebuttal she could give, but it didn't calm her down or make her feel prepared at all.

"I wanna go home."

(Y/n) didn't realise she had said that outloud until Evan took off his belt and leaned over the console so he was closer to her. She could see the sorrow building up in his eyes and the way his lips pressed together in a thin line to try and stop from frowning and giving away how upset this was making him too.

He hated to see (Y/n) so panicked, especially when this was her own family and they were supposed to be giving them good news.

"Baby, I promise as soon as we've told them, we can go. We don't have to stay long, but if we don't tell them now they're gonna wonder why you're not at the hospital. There isn't much choice right now."

Evan couldn't see any other way around this. If (Y/n) didn't tell her parents they would be calling incessantly or turning up at the apartment demanding to know why she wasn't donating to her brother. And this wasn't something that (Y/n) could tell them over text message because they would undoubtedly ring her to confirm and badger her about this news.

If her parents lost their tempers or started to become rude, Evan would bring (Y/n) straight home. They would leave immediately. And Evan was going to be by her side, he wasn't simply dropping her off and leaving. This was their baby, their news to give and he would support (Y/n) through this because they both knew her parents weren't going to be as happy and thrilled as they should be.

(Y/n) leant her head into Evan's touch when his hand cupped the side of her face, and she did her best to ward off tears.

She could taste the cherry lip balm Evan always used when he kissed her and his warm lips were soothing and stopped her from breathing too shallow and slipping into a panic attack.

The feeling of his thumb gliding across her cheek was comforting and when they parted, (Y/n) nudged her nose against his and reached out to hold his wrist, as if ensuring he didn't remove his touch from her.

"Come on, the sooner we do this, the sooner we can leave."

Evan's words were encouraging, but (Y/n) still didn't feel any better about this. Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and once she stepped down from the jeep, she felt like she was going to swoon.

Her hand began to scratch along the back of her neck, an old nervous habit that stopped the moment Evan stood by her side and looped his arm around her shoulders to get her to relent. His hand feathered up and down her shoulder and his lips attached to the side of her head as he stood as close to her as he could get.

Both (Y/n)'s hands started to fiddle and ring out in front of her as they walked up the path that led to her parent's front door.

Her old home. The place (Y/n) had been so desperate to escape. The home that she left behind when she was eighteen and desperate for a sense of freedom she'd never felt before. Although moving out hadn't done anything to stop (Y/n) from being needed and used by her family, despite not being under the same roof as them anymore.

(Y/n) didn't knock on the door, despite this not being her home for some time now, she still had a key and she knew she could always come in.

"Mum? We're here," It was hard to steel her voice and make herself sound normal and at ease when every nerve within her was tangled and frazzled and ready to burn out.

She reached behind her the moment Evan's arm slipped from her shoulders and she deadlocked their fingers together, holding his arm close to her side as if to ensure he wasn't going to back away and leave her here alone.

When she rang her parents yesterday, she asked if she and Evan could come round for a drink and a chat, and that they could talk about Adam. She didn't say she had news to tell them because she didn't want them guessing or thinking the worst or having time to prepare an argument. She knew this wasn't going to be an easy conversation whether it was sugar coated or not.

Not like when they would be able to tell Maddie and the team. (Y/n) knew Evan was ecstatic and excited to tell them. He wanted to tell Maddie first, seeing how she had raised him. Then he wanted to tell Bobby and Athena, who had become surrogate parents to him. He wanted to tell the team too, Evan wanted everyone in his close knit circle to know, and then he would think about telling his own parents.

He knew they would try to be happy, they would smile and say this was such a good thing and that he would be a good dad. But it wouldn't be the same as when Maddie and Chimney had Jee. They would never be as happy for Evan as they had been for Maddie, and that was okay. As long as the team were excited and accepting, Evan didn't have any expectations from his parents and their reactions wouldn't bother him either way.

A soft "In here," called through and (Y/n) guided Evan towards the living room where her mother's voice sounded from.

Evan had met her parents before, but not for long. She had brought him round for dinner once, and they'd met for a coffee another time and Evan had met Adam.

But (Y/n) knew her parents hadn't known what to say or what to think when they found out where (Y/n) and Evan met. They seemed to think that Evan would be a bad influence on (Y/n), that he would push her away from donating to her brother.

And in a way, they were right, but that didn't make Evan a bad influence. Helping (Y/n) stand up for herself and say no and have her own choice was a good thing, even if it upset her family. But they had to learn they couldn't control her for the rest of her life.

That was a lesson they were going to learn within the next hour.

(Y/n) tried her best to force a smile once they walked into the living room and she guided Evan along with her towards the sofa. She almost felt bad when she sat as close to Evan as possible, like she was squishing him or being too clingy. But she calmed down when she felt his hand on her thigh and his lips against the side of her head.

He wanted her as close as possible, it let him stay calm too and allowed him to keep an eye on (Y/n) and know when she was starting to panic and when she was okay.

"Do you both want a drink?"

(Y/n) nodded, although her mum was already smiling and disappearing out the room to make a round of coffee for them all.

She looked across at where her dad was sitting, he was in his usual armchair with a puzzle book beside him and one leg crossed over the other. He smiled across at them, resting his cheek against his hand.

"You both okay? You didn't sound too good on the phone yesterday."

"Yeah, yeah I was tired. Evan's been working nights this week." (Y/n) looked up at Evan and the look in her eyes was as if she wanted saving. But the calming smile she was faced with settled one of the many butterflies coming to life in her stomach and when he squeezed her leg she shivered.

"Rough shifts?"

"No actually, a lot of panicked mishaps than catastrophes or fires. The nights were almost easier than the days."

Work hadn't been too bad this week. Evan never considered his job bad, but he did consider it hard. The nights had been easy compared to what he was used to. It was easy calls, people who seemed to be hypochondriacs and fretted over the wrong things, no one dying on their shift or attacking loved ones or harming those around them. They didn't feel like they were walking into fire these last few shifts.

Evan leant in towards (Y/n) a little more, but he felt rather calm at the moment, considering how Carl was smiling towards him and nodding almost approvingly.

He knew that (Y/n)'s parents weren't happy about the way they met, through a support group that would help (Y/n) find her own way in the world and help her to stop feeling like she had to give every part of herself to Adam. He knew they didn't like how Evan empowered (Y/n) and tried to give her freedom. But at least he earned their respect with his job and his calm demanour and how he was always calm around them and tried to diffuse any arguments that arose.

"That's good, I know (Y/n) worries when you do nights." Carl nodded his head towards (Y/n) who was sure her skin was radiating enough heat to battle the sun by now.

And shivers of enticement were coursing up and down her spine when Evan's lips hovered over her ear where he pressed a few soft kisses and murmured "Oh you do?" in her ear.

"Here we are."

(Y/n) watched her mum bring a tray of drinks through and set them down on the coffee table. And she gladly accepted the cup she was offered, feeling a small spark of hope in her chest when she realised her mum had given her a caramel latte, something (Y/n) was partial to.

It wasn't often that (Y/n) felt normal around her family. She always felt like she was walking on egg shells or blending in with the shadows. She felt like everyone was always waiting for Adam to go into remission, and when he did, they started to wait for the day he would get worse again.

Her life revolved around Adam, all of theirs did. There weren't many times when (Y/n) could sit with her parents and talk and feel like they were a true family. Like her parents truly loved and appreciated her, and seeing that her mum took the time to make her a drink she preferred made (Y/n) wonder if this situation might just work out the way she longed for it to.

Evan took the cup he was offered, giving a quick "Thank you," before he brought the drink to his lips. Everyone was always shocked when he could drink coffee scolding hot right from the kettle or if he was desperate or in a rush he would drink black coffee if it was easier. Anything to get his caffene fix.

He held back his cringe and forced himself to smile instead, despite tasting that the coffee had no sugar in. He liked at least three heaps of sugar in any drink he had, but Evan didn't expect them to know or take notice of that, and he wasn't about to be rude and complain for sugar.

"So, what brings you round? Not that we aren't happy to see you both, but I think there's a reason." Sally reclined in her chair near (Y/n)'s end of the sofa and she crossed one leg over the other while she looked towards the couple.

She knew nowadays that if (Y/n) asked to come round, there was usually a reason behind it. Especially since she had brought Evan along with her.

(Y/n) tried her best to take a deep breath after a few sips of coffee that did nothing to settle her system. Her hands were almost trembling causing the cup in her hands to rattle against the few rings on her fingers, until she tried to focus on the feeling of Evan's hand periodically squeezing her thigh.

She glanced her eyes up to the left, peering up at Evan out the corner of her eyes. And she found him nodding and trying to smile encouragingly. It was now or never, they had to try and explain.

"We, we have some news to tell you."

This was it. Time to upset them. Time to turn their world upside down like they did to (Y/n) every time she seemed to find herself and have something of her own.

She set her cup down on the coffee table, noticing the way her dad sat up straighter in his seat and uncrossed his legs like she was about to tell him something bad or some formal news. Perhaps she was. Maybe that was how they were going to see this news.

And she couldn't help but stare at her mum, trying to gage her expression and read her mind. Her mum looked intrigued and that little quirk in her lips made (Y/n)'s stomach clench because she knew she was about to wipe that smile from her face in the next minute.

"Oh?"

Reaching down, (Y/n) shifted Evan's hand that was clenching her thigh so their fingers were entwined. She began tapping her fingers against the back of his hand while their palms suctioned together and (Y/n) held onto him so tightly that she caused Evan's arm to shake.

"I'm pregnant."

(Y/n) wasn't quite sure if the words had come out her mouth or if she had simply imagined herself saying them, because neither of her parents seemed to react.

She could feel Evan's leg beginning to jitter as his heel bashed against the carpet in anxious habit. And she knew he heard her because he squeezed her hand like he was trying to give her some of his courage and energy and willpower.

But her parents were motionless.

Her dad was gripping his cup tighter until it looked like he was going to break the porcelean and (Y/n) was sure she could see his jaw clicking and moving, but he didn't try and speak. He looked at her gone out, caught between wanting to smile and wanting to cry because it was clear he knew what this meant. No more handouts for Adam. No more blood transfusions or bone marrow or stem cells. No donations.

When she dared to look at her mum, a quiet whimper bubbled up at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she slumped against Evan's shoulder like she was beginning to melt.

Her mum was crying.

And not the kind of tears that one would expect after hearing this news. Sally wasn't beaming from ear to ear, her eyes didn't sparkle or water with happiness. Her lips weren't forming a wide smile or a gaping expression of shock and pleasure. She wasn't fighting off happy trembles and she wasn't getting up to wrap them both in a hug of joy.

She was sat there, eyes red and seething with panic and disbelief and her lips were now curling into something similar to a snarl.

The way she slammed her cup down on the table caused (Y/n) to jolt into Evan's side and her free hand clutched his wrist like she was suddenly afraid of her parents.

"You… do you know what this means?" Sally pressed one hand to her mouth like she had just been told that (Y/n) had three months to live, not that she was going to bring a new life into the world.

A tear trickled down (Y/n)'s cheek and she could feel that familiar burning behind her eyes and nose that threatened to let loose the dam that was holding her tears at bay. She didn't want to cry. She didn't want to burst into tears and start sobbing and becoming too emotional to speak. (Y/n) wanted to have this conversation and make her parents understand that this was a good thing, not an omen.

They had to treat her with some sort of respect and understand that this was her life. (Y/n) had every right to do as she pleased, to have a child if she wanted and become a true family with Evan. They were adults, (Y/n) was an adult, she had complete control and rights over her own body.

"Mum please, please don't do this. Please be happy for us."

"(Y/n) I'm trying, but you must know what this means for Adam. He's in the hospital again, he needs you and now you can't help him."

She did. (Y/n) knew what it meant for Adam, and for her parents too. It meant they couldn't rely on her, it meant they couldn't bully her into agreeing and giving up whatever her brother needed to extend a life that was slowly weaning away.

It meant (Y/n) was finally having a life of her own that was hers to choose and do with as she pleased.

She would be having a child out of love, not desperation. (Y/n) would ensure her child never felt the way she did, that they never felt they were here simply to fulfil a job role rather than to be loved and wanted.

There was a big difference between being wanted from paternal yearning and being wanted to perform a lifelong duty.

(Y/n) sometimes wondered if her parents saw her as an employee rather than a child. They had her to save Adam, the same as Evan's parents had him to save Daniel. The only difference was that Evan hadn't been able to save his brother. (Y/n) was still extending her brother's life and she knew that if she didn't put her foot down soon, she would be doing this forever.

There had to be a limit. There had to be a chance where (Y/n) could make her own choices and decide whether she wanted to donate or whether she wanted to say no. If it wasn't in her best interest, she had no obligation. There was no contract binding her into every medical procedure that Adam needed.

It felt like a heatwave was surrounding (Y/n) and her skin prickled as beads of sweat began to roll down her skin from the anxiety within her that was spiking high. She wondered if Evan could feel the amount of heat she seemed to be giving off or whether he was too infuriated to notice.

One look at Evan's expression told (Y/n) that he wasn't happy and he was clearly finding it hard to bite his tongue.

He didn't want to get involved too soon and snap at her parents when this was something (Y/n) needed to try and talk through first. But Evan wouldn't wait long before he butted in if they continued to be this crude and selfish.

"What about me? Can I not be happy?" There was something about (Y/n)'s broken tone that sounded deadly, as if something horrible would happen if her parents had the nerve to answer yes, she could not be happy.

Didn't (Y/n) deserve some happiness in her life? Had she not surpassed expectations and done more than most in her situation? Didn't that grant her some leeway and a life of her own by now?

Or was she supposed to waste away her entire life and make her one and only purpose to be Adam's bag of goods, ready and waiting for when he needed her? If that were so (Y/n) might as well give up any expectation of a relationship, a family and even a job. She should resign herself to live in the hospital. Be stored in with the blood bags and wait until she was needed to be poked and prodded for anything worth Adam's life.

A quiet sound left her mum's lips which almost resembled a whimper, as if she were the one going through this turmoil instead of (Y/n).

Sally dropped her head to rest on her hand that was trembling so badly her elbow was almost sliding off the arm rest. She looked torn, like she couldn't quite find the words to say but (Y/n) knew whatever her mum said, it wasn't going to be comforting.

"Your brother needs you."

"Haven't I helped him enough?"

The snappy tone to (Y/n)'s voice seemed to catch her dad off guard who up to now, had sat as quiet and still as a mouse. His teeth were visibly chomping down on his bottom lip like a horse at the bit and his nose was twitching, clearly trying to hold his tears at bay.

"He's had everything from me, this is finally something t-that's mine." (Y/n) found her free hand automatically hovering over her stomach as she spoke, and it caused tears to begin to trickle down her face again.

Nothing was going to ruin this for her and Evan. This is what they wanted and (Y/n) wouldn't accept being told that she was selfish or that she wasn't thinking of Adam. She had no need or responsibility to be thinking about him when she was living her own life the way she pleased. She couldn't be held accountable for Adam's health.

No other donor in the world was held to such high standards. If she were an anonymous donor no one would expect so much of her.

"He's sick and he needs bone marrow. You're his match, (Y/n), you should be helping him."

The brisk, cold tone of her dad's voice caused (Y/n) to shudder and she found herself leaning to the left until she was practically imbedding herself into Evan's chest.

And when her head tilted down and her gaze focused on her and Evan's entwined hands, she could feel Evan's chest rumbling like a volcano on the brink of exploding.

His fingers began to twitch and tap against the back of (Y/n)'s hand and his foot was tapping so violently against the floor that he was practically putting an indent in the carpet. They were upsetting her. They were trying to guilt trip her into a situation she couldn't possible get into or get herself out of. How could they bully her into this and think that it was okay or that they could ever be deserving of forgiveness after this?

It made Evan wonder if his own life would have been something even remotely similar to (Y/n)'s if Daniel had lived. Would his parents have pressured and bullied him into donating to his big brother every chance they got? Would they have forced Evan's hand or guilt-tripped and panicked him into being a life-long donor?

Would they have loved him more if Daniel lived and Evan had been useful to them?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to know because if his life had been anything close to (Y/n)'s, Evan would have ruined it. He would have imploded, he would have snapped and broken their family apart and he would have gone on self destruct if he dealt with this kind of abuse and pressure.

And he guessed that his relationship with Maddie wouldn't be so close or strong if Daniel had lived, because there would have been no need for Maddie to step in and raise Evan as if he were her own.

"Seriously? You get told you're having a grandchild and you can't even be happy for us?" Evan seethed the words through gritted teeth like they were the hardest thing he'd ever had to say.

This was their first grandchild, they weren't likely to have any from Adam which should make it even more precious that they now had a chance with (Y/n). They were supposed to be overjoyed and celebrating, not degrading and tormenting (Y/n).

If they carried on they had to realise that they were only going to push (Y/n) and the baby away. Evan wouldn't let his child be around such toxic people, if they couldn't treat (Y/n) with respect and kindness, let alone love, like proper parents should, then they wouldn't be around his child.

Evan grazed his free hand along his chin while he looked between the couple who he was growing to despise.

He had always acted kind towards them, he had been generous and calm and never spoke out against them when he had every right. But his fuse was burning low now. He wouldn't hold his tongue on such an important and sensitive subject.

The look in his eyes was one that couldn't be rivalled and Evan raised his head as his gaze locked with Carl who looked like he wanted to snap and shout, but he didn't have the willpower.

Carl sat forward in his seat, almost as if he was trying to match Evan's stance and his level of outrage, but he came up short compared to the emotions fit to burst within Evan. He locked his hands together and rested them between his parted knees, inching forward again until he was looking across the coffee table at his daughter who could barely manage to lift her gaze towards him.

"Sweetheart, we have to think about Adam, this sets him back if he can't have a donation-"

"Is that all (Y/n)'s worth to you?"

A grumble left Carl's lips at Evan's interruption and he shot his gaze towards the younger man who raised a brow as if tempting Carl into a rebuttal and dare to agree with him.

They could never admit that. Throughout (Y/n)'s life, she had been made to believe that her worth was what she could do for Adam. If she donated and it worked, she was praised and kissed and shown affection and love. If her donations didn't work, they would hum and say that it was okay, she could keep donating until her brother went into remission.

And once she turned a teen and started to rebel and ask why she was obligated to donate, they would treat her like the enemy. She was shunned, ignored, shouted at and told how cruel she was being for not submitting and helping her brother whenever he needed.

(Y/n) knew her worth was set on what she would agree to do for her brother, but it was still hard to accept and to see that confirmation plastered across her parent's faces. And the fact that they couldn't even admit it was worse.

"Of course not!"

A broken laugh emitted from (Y/n)'s lips and she shook her head as a cynical smile twisted across her features.

Their denial wasn't as convincing as their gospel about her purpose in life being to donate to Adam. They could preach that until the world ended and have everyone believing them, but they couldn't convince their own daughter that they truly loved her like they loved their son.

"I've donated all my life, this is the only time I've said no. Why can't you smile, why can't you look at me and see that I'm happy? This is the only grandchild you're likely to get, appreciate that."

(Y/n)'s sudden outburst was surprising to Evan, but it made his heart swell with pride at the same time.

During group, Evan had noticed that (Y/n) had been the kind to struggle with coming to terms with her life. She was someone who knew why she was in that support group, but hadn't quite found her feet yet. Everyone else was angry, overwhelmed, lost after saying no and trying to overcome the oppression they were put under.

Seeing (Y/n) stand up to her parents and do something for herself, it was an achievement. She was saying what she wanted to do, she wasn't giving in or feeling belittled and told how to run her own life.

Her hand clenched Evan's so tight that she was almost crushing his knuckles and he watched quietly as she moved their joined hands and held them over her torso. As if she was either trying to calm herself down or put up some kind of barrier, like the baby already needed protection from her parents.

"You're happy at Adam's expense. Sweetheart you have you're whole life ahead of you to do whatever you like, he doesn't." The smile on Sally's face was a mixture of heartbreak and unease.

She didn't want to be having this conversation, and she couldn't see how wrong she was.

But she seemed to understand how her words were affecting her daughter who let out a huff as her lips began to wobble, threatening to spill cries and sobs into the room.

At his expense? What was she talking about? Adam had no right over (Y/n) or her body or what she did with her life. He didn't own her. He might be the reason she was alive, but that gave him no more rights over (Y/n) than the doctor who had genetically combined her cells.

"My- my whole life? My life has been sitting around waiting to be useful for him. You expect me to wait until everything passes me by and I lose a lifetime, for what? How is this fair? He lives in hospital, it's not a good enough life to waste mine on."

Rage seethed through every word (Y/n) spoke until she was shaking back and forth and Evan had to curve his arm around her waist and coil her into his chest to try and calm her down. He didn't want her making herself sick or getting so pent up she went into a panic attack. If that happened he would take her straight home. Not that they would be staying here for much longer anyway.

(Y/n)'s life was never her own until she joined that support group and started making decisions to make herself happy.

She was trying to do things for herself, she went abroad on holiday with Evan and didn't think or ask about Adam. She didn't ask whether he needed her or think of the consequences of getting an infection or illness while away and how that could make Adam sick or wait longer for donations.

(Y/n) was living her own life now, and Adam couldn't prevent that. She gave him donations which extended his life, but his life revolved around that hospital. It was practically his home. (Y/n) didn't want to keep extending his life at her own expense.

She had a chance of having a family, of living her life and being happy. For once in all their lives, Adam's wants and needs could take a back seat and (Y/n) could have priority.

"You're awfully quiet." Carl began to run his hands up and down his knees as he straightened up from stooping forward to sitting as level as a plank of wood. And his eyes fixated on Evan who was taken by surprise at the attention suddenly turning to him.

He didn't like the sneer on Carl's face, or how it seemed to imply that Evan was somehow a problem. Of course he was. In their eyes, Evan was leading (Y/n) astray, he was pushing her to be herself and not think of Adam, and that was wrong in their eyes.

"Do you have something to say?"

"Dad." (Y/n) hissed towards Carl, hating the accusing tone in his voice that was aimed at Evan. He didn't deserve any of this. Evan didn't deserve to be integrated into such a messed up family and he certainly didn't deserve their anger.

But she felt Evan squeeze her hand and he pecked her temple before he sat forward, clearly directing his attention towards her parents.

"I'm sorry about Adam, really, but you're willing to ruin and take away (Y/n)'s life to give him a micro improvement and that's not fair. When has she ever said no to you? She went to therapy for what you've put her through and she still couldn't deny to help him. One time in her life she's saying no for her own health and benefit, you can't seriously be this heartless."

Sally shook her shoulders and straightened up, but she turned her head away. She didn't like what Evan was implying and she didn't have the words to answer him.

And she certainly didn't like that (Y/n) had gone to therapy, she hated that support group that proved how wrong they had been in raising (Y/n) and how badly they had treated her.

(Y/n) noted how Evan's foot wasn't tapping as incessantly against the carpet anymore, and she figured he had put some of his nervous energy into words and now that he had stunned her parents, he felt a bit better. She let her head drop back against his shoulder and tried to close her eyes.

She was beginning to feel sick again, but they couldn't leave with the conversation so stilted like this. They had to talk, this had to be sorted out. Her parents would have to explain everything to Adam and get him on the donor list.

They would have to accept this or risk losing (Y/n) and in turn, losing their grandchild and her willingness to ever donate again.

Her head stayed resting on Evan's broad shoulder, but (Y/n) craned her eyes to look over at her mum when she hummed and started to speak again. And there was a tiny amount of hope that was starting to swirl in her mum's watering eyes that made (Y/n)'s chest tighten in suspense.

"You… you definitely can't donate, when you're pregnant?"

"You're fucking unbelievable." Evan spat the words as his frame tensed up and locked in place like his muscles had turned to stone.

His words made (Y/n) flinch and cower down against his chest, which she turned to mesh her face against so she didn't have to bother staring at her parents. She could see that hope in her mum's eyes fading away the moment Evan cursed at her.

She hadn't been hoping for anything to do with (Y/n) or reconciling or the thought of having a grandchild. She was hoping that (Y/n) would put herself and her baby in jeopardy to continue being used as a pin cushion for Adam.

How cruel and heartless could her mum truly be?

"Evan," (Y/n) whimpered into Evan's chest, but it didn't do any good. He wasn't going to relent now he had heard that.

His hand slid from her tight grip so he could bind his arm around her waist, keeping her tucked into his chest where she was hiding away like a child trying to pretend the rest of the world didn't exist.

"Do you know how dangerous that is? They won't let pregnant women donate blood because it causes iron deficiency, what the fuck do you think would happen if you took cells from bone marrow? If she got an infection or got sepsis she could miscarry. You'd really consider that?"

Evan began to shake with the amount of chaos and frustration surging through his veins.

They were really that uncaring towards their own daughter. They were really going to prioritise their son over (Y/n) and her baby. They would risk (Y/n)'s health, they would risk her losing her baby and for what? A mere few months of Adam trying to go into remission and living a dull life in the hospital?

Bone marrow donations were big surgery. Needles that punctured right into the bone to extract the marrow that grew there which created blood cells. Doing that could risk (Y/n) getting an infection, she could develop sepsis from an infection and the surgery itself could push (Y/n) into miscarrying.

It was too risky, the hospital wouldn't perform this procedure even with (Y/n)'s expressed consent in case they were liable for any repercussions like miscarriage.

How did her parents expect (Y/n) to go through with this or that the hospital would allow it?

Adam wasn't in danger of imminent death. He had time, he could go on the donor list and see what matches cropped up over the next few weeks or months. (Y/n) wasn't their only option, and she was off limits now.

"You're both young, you could have more-"

Something between a gasp and a moan of agony left (Y/n)'s lips when she heard those words that were cut short by Evan bolting up from his seat. His arms stayed deadlocked around (Y/n), causing her to stumble up to her feet with him and once she was stood up, (Y/n) latched her hands into Evan's shirt and clung to him like he was her lifeline and letting go would cause her to drift out to sea.

Her face imbedded in Evan's shirt and she tried to breathe in his scent enough to calm herself down and forget what her parents were implying.

They would really risk her losing her baby for something that wasn't a cure or life-altering for Adam. They would risk her baby on the pretence that (Y/n) could always have another baby.

But she couldn't. If they would so easily risk this child, then (Y/n) could never have a baby unless her brother died and she was no longer needed. Because as long as she was needed, her life wasn't her own and her body wasn't under her own control.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. I've restrained myself up to now, but if you cross that line, I'm not going to be responsible for what happens. We're leaving."

Evan was on the verging of losing his composure and his control, and if he heard them admit that they would risk his unborn baby for a weak chance at an extra month of Adam's life, then Evan would lose every ounce of control he had.

And they wouldn't want to see what would he would do if that were to happen.

He was taking (Y/n) home before she was further distressed by her sadistic parents. They were going home to forget this had ever happened and to cut contact with her parents until they came to their senses.

This was their baby, their family, and nothing was going to threaten or harm what they had together.

[rotruff]

in my head so it has to be in yours too ; you have to think abt sleepy, half-awake interactions

you have to think about all the time you two spend laying alongside one another because maybe one of you woke up early or couldn't fall asleep and you don't wanna risk waking the other up because they look so peaceful (maybe they're usually more stressed, face now more relaxed and body lacking the usual tension they've held for so long).

you have to think about all the conversations that are more just one trying to form coherent sentences longer than 3 wors while the other just ums in response, maybe laughing when they notice the other slip up in their speech, if thye're not too sleepy to notice, of course.

you have to think about how you two wake up in the morning, do you two fall asleep with some space beween you only to wake up with tangled limbs and numb arms from someone's head resting on it through the night? or maybe you two fall asleep more normally only for one (or both) of you to wake up sprawled out, hand resting on the other to reassure themself they're there even in their unconscious state?

you have to think about when you two finally get up, where you can't help but hover around the other just a little bit to hold onto some of those nice, comforting moments before you really have to start your days. where one of you might hold and lean onto the other while they work on coffee or something similar, eyes falling shut again as they fall into the others touch.

of course, you also have to think about how their voice sounds when they're barely awake, and by extension you have to think about how it sounds when they say 'i love you.'

proship + adjacent dni