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one-squash-one-end · 2 months

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>1.6k words on bi Gansey

Hi! This belongs to my big Raven Cycle analysis, click here for the masterpost.

Today we are diving into all the reasons why I think Gansey is a bi king (and then some more). Enjoy!

(I think there might be mild spoilers up to trk, nothing too bad though, more character interactions than plot)

b) Gansey

Alright hear me out. This man. There is nothing this rich boy can do to beat the fruit allegations. He is a bi king, through and through. Everyone but him knows, including you, because what I have to say is the absolute truth and I am great at convincing. I once saw a tumblr post that said “Gansey has to physically restrain himself from kissing all his friends” and there has never been anything more true.

And it’s important to note that this is really not only reader interpretation. Or, at least, reader interpretation includes other character’s interpretations, which are sometimes incredibly straight(lol)forward.

After doing Adam a big favor, Gansey’s sister Helen (who is aro-ace btw, because I said so) immediately assumes he is sleeping with him, which is a conclusion she jumped to way too quickly if Gansey has never previously shown any interest in Adam or other boys. Like, she seems to know him quite well, and for her to just think he’s in a relationship with Adam says a lot about the homoeroticism prevalent in Gansey’s friendships with both Adam and also Ronan.

Because then we have Kavinsky, another canonically queer character, who thus might arguably have some sort of gaydar, assuming Ronan and Gansey are in a romantic (but most of all, sexual) relationship. Admittedly, this has largely to do with Kavinsky assuming things about Ronan and his sexuality, as is explicitly mentioned in the book. However, you can very easily speculate about someone’s sexuality without knowing their (previous) partners, if there have been any at all, so to correctly believe Ronan is gay does not have to randomly entail relationship speculations. So somewhere, even from not interacting with them so much, Kavinsky must have gotten that idea. That somewhere is the deep affection the two of them share, which is absolutely palpable for everyone around. Yes, I know their relationship is described as brotherly (please note I do not condone incest!), but also somewhere within “they’re bros” lies the implication they are gay. Two bros chilling in a hot tub. They’re having a bromance. Let bros kiss.

Another person who seems to believe in a Gansey romance above bromance is Henry, who at that point of book three had only interacted with him at school very superficially. We can assume the way Gansey behaves with Adam and Ronan at school is very much homoerotic, or elsewise Henry would have no reason to be surprised about seeing Gansey with Blue (“a chick”). He can’t be surprised about Gansey pulling… someone, considering he is apparently super good-looking, he just never had reason to assume Gansey was anything but achillean.

Now this was mostly people who don’t know Gansey that well, or at least people not part of the inner circle, so it can’t mean that much, right? Surely there would not be anyone who truly, deeply knows Gansey, who would assume he is queer. Right? Wrong. I have since forgotten the context of that quote, but Adam, someone who is very close to both of them, thinks that Ronan and Gansey could date. Make of that what you will, but I will it to be homoerotic subtext. (Or text, as what Adam says is what he says, no room for interpretation there.)

Lastly, Adam’s father called him the f-slur. Ok, I will admit that it’s not completely confirmed to be that, but what else would a censored word with f stand for? Again, it’s hard to tell, because my two options would be the slur and just straight-up “fucker”, but both “f*g” and “fuck” are used directly in the following books. The f-slur was used directly in Ronan’s narrative though, in that of a character who talks very obscenely in general, so I have no trouble believing Gansey just wouldn’t have wanted to repeat that word, especially if it’s just a memory.

The line between romantic and platonic interactions is thin enough in this series as it is, but Gansey seems to blur it especially. I am going to touch on that at a later point, but platonic affection is given a very important role, so much that in some parts it carries as much significance as romantic actions do (as it should- relationship anarchy rules), if not more. With Gansey that seems to be especially strong, a lot of the things he does with his friends seeming romantic.

First of all, he is co-parenting with Ronan. Yes, it is a bird, but Ronan loves her like a human daughter so the point stands. The two of them even squabble about it like an old married couple, Gansey’s legendary “this is exactly why I didn’t want to have a baby with you” speaks for itself.

Then there is the insomnia quality time, as I like to call it. We, as the readers, are probably supposed to focus on the late night phone calls and drives with Blue, the fact that “she makes [him] quiet”, and that he can sleep after talking to her. But what I find equally important is the time he spends with Ronan at Monmouth during those sleepless nights, them getting orange juice at three a.m. While it might not be something super comforting that makes them both fall asleep, this routine they seem to have fallen into, just spending time while not expecting anything from the other, is something that means a lot to me; they are very much giving platonic soulmates, but also what if they kissed?

Of course I cannot not mention “While I’m gone, dream me the world. Something new for every night.” That boy is being unnecessarily dramatic about going away for literally one weekend. And why? Because “they had been a two-headed creature for so long, Ronan-and-Gansey. He couldn’t say it, though. There were a thousand reasons why he couldn’t say it.” What are those reasons though? Is it because he is actually in love with Ronan but admitting to that would make the friendship super fucking awkward so he whips out a dramatic, half-romantic metaphor quote? Yeah, that makes total sense.

Staying on my Ronsey bullshit, let’s not forget the glorious, deleted pool table scene. In case you are not familiar with it, or have forgotten the way it sounds (probably the reason it was deleted), I’ll just let two quotes speak for themselves. “There was something suggestive about how [Ronan] wore the suit” Oh yes, of course there was. Sometimes you wear clothing with a certain intention, and in Ronan’s case, that intention is to be bent over the pool table by Gansey. This becomes even clearer here: “Gansey was well aware that Ronan rather fancied the way he looked while he played pool, and the way he reached across the felt now, intentional and elegant and coiled, indicated that he was fancying himself at this very moment.” Once again, everything is super intentional, and Gansey wants to fuck him so badly. Not even kidding at this point, the way Maggie wrote this scene really makes it look like Gansey finds Ronan super hot; even as an aromantic asexual person I have to say, this is a lot more than “bro appreciating his best friend’s glow-up in a completely heterosexual way”. This iconic scene is gay brainrot, which is exactly why we did not get to experience this masterpiece within an actual, published book. The Ronsey shippers would have gone too wild.

[Speaking of which, I’d like to clarify that I do not ship Ronsey in the way some other people do, I do prefer them with their canon love interests, however I clearly see the potential of them having had some kind of mutual attraction in the past, I just think it makes the dynamic a lot more fun and interesting, sort of like how Jesper had a crush on Kaz in Six of Crows.]

Gansey has received at least one (1) dick pic of Ronan. The circumstances do not say anything about either Gansey or Ronan, but I think it’s funny, it builds character, so I chose to include it in this.

Perhaps the strongest evidence for him running with the lgbtq+ is the fact that he goes to an all-boys school. Come on, what is he supposed to do, surrounded by all those guys rich enough to afford good haircuts and a private trainer? Should he just not have gay thoughts? Impossible.

Now all this was mostly evidence for Gansey swinging that way, somehow, but of course he’s one of those doors that open both ways. Yes, he has a girlfriend, but there is even more proof for him being specifically m-spec, just you wait. To begin with, apart from his friends Gansey has two true loves. Henrietta (the town with a female name, who his sister refers to as his girlfriend- the same sister who assumes Gansey is sleeping with Adam; Helen is a bi Gansey truther) and Glendower, the dead, male king. Obviously, this is totally serious business. Additionally, I have talked through to a very full extent how he is in love with Ronan, but of course he is also in love with Henry, I do not have to elaborate on this. He is also very much jealous when Blue and Adam are dating, as is described multiple times, but we don’t find out exactly who he is jealous of. Yes, he likes Blue, and he is sad that his best friend is sort of being stolen away etc., but what if he also just wanted to hold hands. With both of them. At once.

It’s not only Gansey being in love with all of them, it’s also all of them being in love with Gansey. His bi swagger. It was this: Blue finding him irresistible. It was this: Ronan wanting to smash his fist through a wall because of how hot Gansey is. It was this: Henry saying Gansey is a “Caucasian with great hair”.

Bi Gansey is the truth and I will defend that until the day I die.

However, I will admit that he is absolutely a cis guy, no question. At no point in his life has he had to be afraid to take up space or anything, but that man supports trans rights of course. He would not wear a crop top on his own, but considering how he is in love with them, Blue, Ronan and Henry could bully him into it and he would rock it.

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plentyoffandoms · 3 months

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Main Masterlist ♡ Adam Copeland Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing. Mentions of reader being hurt

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 1103

Part 1 can be found here.

AEW was all a buzz with what happened between my wife and Shayna. Security held Shayna until the police could come and take her away.

Shayna was released on very little bail and had to appear before a judge. She had to stay away from my family, and that is including my boys.

We even had it where Nick is not allowed near any of us, just in case Jay was able to convince him to do something as well.

Speaking of Jay, there was no proof he was able to convince Shayna to do anything, and when she was questioned by the authorities, she pretty much said that she did it all on her own.

But everyone knew it was Jay who convinced her to attack his own sister. Jay would never physically lay a hand on her, no, no. He had to have someone else do his dirty work for him.

I was ready to walk into work the moment she was home and settled and beat the shit out of my brother-in-law, but she convinced me that he wasn't worth it.

I tried to reason with her, but she flat out told me that she did not want to see me behind bars. That she knows if I go after him, that he could press charges against me, and get me arrested and fired.

Even though I wanted nothing more than to punch him in his smug face, I knew she was right.

I had to walk around my job and see him smiling at me, like we were once again best friends. Shayna was only allowed to come to the shows and then leave right after, but to me, this wasn't enough.

So I had a meeting with Tony, Nick, and Matt.

"I get what you are saying, Adam. I really do, but you and her are the ones who decided to keep this private, and as such, Shayna can not just be banned from shows." I wanted to take Tony's head on my hands and crush his skull.

"My wife is scared to come and see me at my job because she knows she will be here. Book Jay and I on different days. You have three shows."

"But the fans love you and Jay going at one another." Nick pointed out. I looked at him and glared.

"Why is this so hard to understand, Jay had Shayna attack my wife. His sister, in front of everyone. My boys had to see their mother injured, and they, too, do not want to come and see me at work. All I am asking is to be put on a different show than him."

Tony and Nick went to speak up, but Matt beat them to it. "We can see what we can do."

"That is all I ask."

I was texting my wife, letting her know how the meeting went when I almost bumped into someone. I went to apologise, but shut my mouth and put my phone on my pocket.

"What the fuck do you want?" I sneered.

"Can I not say hi to my favourite brother-in-law?"

"Leave me and my family alone, Jay." I went to try and walk around him, but then he just had to open his big fat mouth.

"Tell my dear baby sister that I say hello." I pushed him against the wall, gripping the front of his leather jacket.

"You are no longer allowed to talk about her. You are no longer allowed to speak her name. You had her injured. You had someone attack your own flesh and blood." I let go of him and took a step back, my own hands shaking as I wanted nothing more than to smash his head into the brick wall behind him. He smoothed out through front of his coat.

"When she said she wanted me to stay away from her and my nephews, well. Something had to be done. She had to realise that being with you would only put her in danger."

"From you, apparently."

"I digress. She is my sister, and as such, I can treat her anyway, I please."

"You need help, Jay." Was the last thing I said before I turned around, and walked away.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, ready to call her, as even hearing her voice calms me down, when I noticed I accidentally hit the video record button on my phone. I do this sometimes, but this time, as I listened to my conversation with Jay, I knew we had the proof now to charge him.

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Her and I brought this new evidence to the cops, and they were able to charge him. Jay, of course, got out on a small amount, but none the less, he was charged.

Tony, Nick, and Matt made sure to schedule Jay and I on different shows, and that was fine with me. Even if I wrestled one day a week, I still had other stuff lined up.

Each and every day, she got better until she was back to her normal self, but I knew mentally she was still hurt by what Jay did.

I came home after a long flight, to her crying in our bed, looking at a photo of her 10th birthday, and it was Jay and her smiling into the camera.

"Why can't things go back to before?" She said through her tears as I pulled her into my arms. I kissed the side of her head, wishing that it could go back to a simpler time between him and us.

"I don't know why, and we tried my love. Every invite, every get together. We have tried. We even gave our oldest son his name as a middle name, but nothing has gotten through to him."

"I know having that restraining order for the boys and I against him, Shayna and Nick, is a good idea, but I never thought it would ever come to this." She started to cry once more, her face in my chest.

I rubbed her back, trying to soothe her as best as I could. She pulled back and gave me a watery smile.

"I know my love, but we must protect you from him and his people."

"I know, Adam."

"Let me change, and get some sleep. We both have had a long day."

I fell asleep with her in my arms, finally content that Jay could do no more harm to her. I know Jay won't break the restraining order.

He may be an asshole, but he isn't stupid.

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hella-hound · 4 months

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re: episode 6 and who Grover is going to say is the traitor

Anyone else have a fear in the back of their mind that they're going to drop the Luke bomb early? Everyone, those who have criticisms with the show and those who love the show are talking about pacing pacing pacing. So would this be part of that pacing we're talking about? Moving up vital parts or wiping them away completely for the sake of pacing?

what that scene at the end of episode 5 has given me is one horrifying thought about what Grover found out, or what he thinks he found out.

I suspect (and hope) that Grover will think that Clarisse is the lightning thief which, okay. that's fine, (actually more than fine, it might be the first change that I really, really like.) It moves up some other conversations/thoughts; pretty sure I remember that Percy suspects that she's the lightning thief after they find out Ares planted the bolt on them in Denver. It definitely plays on the clear rivalry between he and Clarisse that we've established from the start. I'm excited for all the implications it could mean. Does Percy finish his quest angry at her? She hones in on him at camp, messing with him, telling everyone, and trying to show that he's not strong enough; and then frames him to solidify her effort to get rid of him? Does he go back to camp guns blazing at Clarisse, telling everyone she's the traitor?

That all said, that's the best case scenario. Grover saying that anyone else is the traitor/lightning thief might be a let down now that I've gotten excited over this. And yes, it's highly doubtful that he's going to say that its Luke, but on the off chance that this happens, can you imagine how it's going to play out the following two episodes? (Like, truly why the f is Hermes at the Lotus Hotel anyways?)

My problem with it is because Annabeth and Luke's relationship is not the same in the show as it is in the book. It doesn't feel as strong or as loyal. Annabeth is so, so adamant that Luke can be saved. It's been a while but I think she stays that way until she's taken in ttc. It's a big point of contention between Annabeth and Percy, I remember there being a point when they refused to talk about Luke together because they breakout into fighting even. And even then she watches him fall from a cliff in ttc she is able to keep hope that he's still alive.

In the show we have yet to see them have an interaction. We know they know each other well, Annabeth tells Percy that he was the one who was friendly with her while they traveled to Camp-- Thalia being more standoffish. And Luke goes far enough to call her his sister! but we never see the proof behind that. There's no scene of them talking, I don't even know if they talk about Capture the Flag on screen. And I know this sounds silly but Annabeth isn't shown to have the same girlhood crush she has on Luke in the book. If it exists, we don't know yet. Silly as the crush is those things make you blind to failures and mistakes. It's one of the main reasons why Percy believes Annabeth keeps a soft spot for Luke.

I have a feeling that if Grover dropped the Luke bomb that his only defender would be Percy. That's the only relationship we've taken with us from Camp. With the differences they've made with Annabeth's character, there's no way she'd defend Luke after hearing that. Her show personality is too honest and distrusting; she'd probably hear that, play it over in her mind and be like, "Okay yeah makes sense." without explaining her reasoning as to why she came to that conclusion. And there's nothing that we have to back up anything different other than Luke's offhanded comment that "Annabeth's my sister." in episode 2.

And there you go, the surprise of who the real traitor is ruined two episodes from the end. I can't even guess how that plays out from there? Do Annabeth and Percy have continual disagreements about it? Are we shown more proof that lends a hand to evidence for or against Luke being a traitor? idk, can't stop thinking about how this is going to play out. They took the time to change where Grover was during the waterpark scene and took away his part in it, they better make it worth it, you know?

#percy jackson #pjo show crit #pjo tv show #pjo spoilers #obviously this is a huge 'what if' scenario #but after episode 5 made me so sad i feel like i need to prepare my heart for what is to come #because truly I have no idea what the writers are doing at this point and I can't guess #sad* in the way of disappointed #if grover says ares i will be wayyyy intrigued at where they go with that #perfect timing to discuss *how* a god could be tricked and maybe what dreams percy has been having #tagged as spoilers babes because i'm sure theres people who don't know!!#taylor talks #been a while since i made a post like this o___o

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faghubby · 2 years

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WIFE AND SISSY

I was nervous as I stood holding Jamie's hand.

"Here he comes" Jamie told me excitedly. "Now just shake his hand and thank him for pleasing me for you." She told me.

He was a

Arge black man, Jamie jumped into his arms. I looked around the park to see if anyone noticed. My wife kissing this huge black man. He put her down. Jamie motioned to me.

"I want to thank you" I said going to shake his hand. Jamie looked at me sternly.

"I want to thank you for pleasing Jamie like I could never do" I said

"My pleasure" he responded smiling he shook my hand his hand engulfed mine.

"Why don't I buy you girls some lunch" he said turning to Jamie. She motioned for me to follow as she held his hand. She ignored that he had called me a girl. We sat at an outdoor bistro. Jamie openly flirted with Don. When the waitress came over Don ordered for us all. He didn't ask just ordered.

"So, Tomas. You work where?" He asked me. I had been layed off months ago and had not found another job. Jamie just laughed her hand obviously in his lap.

"Just teasing, I may have a lead on a job for you" he told me. Giving me a name and number to call.

"That's great, thank you" Jamie told him. Then looked at me.

"Yes thank you" I responded. He waved off as it was nothing. We ate and he paid the bill.

"Tommy, give Don your car keys." Jamie told me. "You can take the bus home. I am going to over to Don's place" she told me. I handed Don my keys.

"Do you have bus fair?" Jamie asked as if I was a little kid. I just nodded. Knowing she was going to get fucked by this mountain of a man. We parted ways. I walked to other side of the park and caught the bus home. A few minutes later I got a text. It was a pic of Jamie on her knees sucking Don's big cock. Jamie had been sleeping with him for three weeks now. She had confessed the very first time. But told me she wasn't going to stop. She had caught me on our security system wearing her clothes. And decided she needed a real man. She had me wear panties 24/7 now and allowed me to dress up when we had sex. Which was more like lesbians see then anything else.

She made no secret from family and friends that she slept with other men. Or that I was shaved smooth and wore panties. My sister wasn't surprised having caught me wearing her clothes several times as a kid. Quite a few of my male friends just stopped talking to me altogether.

I so wanted to play with myself but held off knowing Jamie would be disappointed. I called Alex the job offer Don had told me about.

"Hello"a woman answered.

"Yes, I am a friend of Don's and" I started

"Is this Tomas?" Shs said.

"Yeah, I am looking for Alex" I said questioning

"Yes, I am Alec. Can you start tonight?" She asked. I wasn't even aware what the job was. But was thrown by the conversation "

"Yes" I replied.

"Great, 245 Baltimore st. At 11pm. Tell Adam your meeting me" she told me and hung up. I still didn't know what the job was and at night? I decided to try and take a nap since I would be up late. Jamie woke me it was already dark.

"Hey sleepy head. She was naked and climbing into bed. She lowered herself to sit on my face and large globs of cum instantly flowed into my mouth.

"I love your gentile tounge after his big strong cock" Jamie told me. When she was happy I had cleaned it all she moved and allowed me to clean her ass as well.

Then she jumped in the shower.

"I called that job, Don told me about" I told her.

"Great" she said through the steam of the shower

"Meeting her tonight" I told Jamie.

"Her?" Jamie said stepping out of the shower.

"Alec is a woman" I informed her. I went to jump in the shower as well. Jamie stopped me.

"Don't you like Don's cum all over your face?" She asked. Leading me to the bedroom. She opened her drawer and pulled out her strapon. I took it and knelt putting it on her.

"You like my big cock so much" she teased bending me over she pulled down my panties. Jamie had been training me to take it fucking me several times a week. It slid it with very little resistance.

"Your first pay check I want you to buy a bigger one" she told me as she fucked my ass.

"Where are my keys?" I asked as I went to leave.

"Don has your car, just take the bus" she told me. I ran to meet the bus. No one except a middle age man even looked up at me. And he seemd to be checking me out.

The building was locked when I got there. Adam was night security and let me in.

"She is on the 12th floor" he told me. When the elevator opened Alec was waiting. She explained that she owned a cleaning company. And I was going to be cleaning offices. I couldn't do this I thought. I used to work in buildings like this I had an office this wasn't me. I told Alec no thank you and left. I called Jamie.

"It's a cleaning service" I told her.

"I know Don told me" she responded. "I figured it was a perfect job for a sissy boi, now you march back up their and get the job" she told me. I wasn't happy but did as she said.

"Alec, I am sorry Yes thank you for this opportunity " I told her. She teamed me Roseta a Spanish woman who showed me what I was expected to do. She had me scrub the bathrooms and remove all the trash. It was simple enough but they moved fast. I had trouble keeping up. I took the bus home. I was exhausted. Jamie was asleep still. I woke her. She was naked.

"Don spent the night" she told me. Then pulled me down to her crotch. I licked his dry cum off her then continued till she came on my tounge. She went and jumped in the shower I fell asleep still in my clothes. When I got up Jamie wasn't home from work yet. I showered and shaved myself smooth as she liked me to be. Then got dressed. I dredded going back to work tonight but knew what Jamie would say. Jamie came home around 6.

"You didn't make dinner?" She was disappointed. But she handed me a bag. In it was a huge black dildo.

"It fits in my harness" she told me excitedly

"It's really big" I told her worried.

"Don't be silly I know you can't wait to try it" she dragged me into the bedroom. She had me strapon on her harness and she attached the toy. Shs just motioned for me to bend over. I took off my pants and got on the bed. She applied lube. And stood over me on the bed. She slowly worked this massive toy into my ass.

"It's so much bigger then my old one" she cooed the head popped in and I gasped.

"Breath baby, you want this" she told me. She waited till I became accustomed to the much larger size then worked it an inch at a time in and out.

"You are going to be so queen sized after this" she laughed. The mixture of pain and pleasure was driving me wild.

"Halfway" she said I already felt I was stuffed full. Cum had already soaked my panties. As she pushed more in.

"That's it baby you took all 11 inches" Jamie said proudly. Then started with longer strokes. She was so turned on I felt her wetness on her thighs everytime she pushed it in.

"You are such a fucking faggot" she told me as she fucked my ass. She collapsed on top of me driving it balls deep.

"OH God that was good" she said pulling it from me. My ass felt like it was torn open. I just laid on the bed.

"You better get showered and ready for work" she told me. I could barely walk but did as she told me.

"Tommi, maybe you should start wearing this as well" she held up a bra to my chest as I went to get dressed. I rolled my eyes.

"Is that a no?" Jamie asked.

"People will notice" I explained.

"So, are you ashamed at being my little faggot" Jamie asked.

She didn't wait for a response instead just put it on me. She then picked up my dirty panties and had me lick them clean. My panties matched my bra. I wore a sweatshirt so no one would notice. Don still had my car.

"Let me take your car" I told Jamie

"What if Don calls and wants me to come over. No I need my car" she told me. So again I took the bus. I worked even slower that night my ass aching. The ladies became annoyed. But just rushed me along. When I got home my car was in the driveway. I found Don and Jamie in bed asleep.

"Jamie, you got to get for work" I said kissing her softly.

"OH hi, sweety" she said the blanket fell away and she was naked.

"Don, it's time to get up" she said kissing him. He grabbed her and tried pulled her on to him.

"I can't I will be late" she told him getting off.

"Tommi, do you want to suck Don's cock" she asked pulling back the covers to show me his hard thick cock. She guided me to it.

"Go ahead" she told me. Putting it in my hand. And pushing my head down. I gave in and took him in my mouth. Jamie had made me suck her strapon before this wasn't much different it tasted better and was warm I thought. Don turned on the news and Jamie jumped in the shower. I was still sucking his cock when she got out. Her hands ran across my butt. A moment later her grabbed my head and held me as he came. I was choking on his cum when he finally let me go. I just could swallow fast enough. Once I caught my breath I licked him clean.

Jamie said nothing. Just got ready for work Don got up and showered and left before her.

"You really liked his cock" she told me rubbing my crotch thru my jeans. "You would make a pretty redhead" she informed me then left for work. I went to bed. I got up and made dinner.

When Jamie came home we ate then she took me into the bedroom and dyed my hair red.

"See you look so pretty" she told me. It was OK I guess but I didn't know why. At work I start to get into the routine and did a lot better. I had given up asking about my car. And bought a bus pass. When I got home Jamie was up and waiting for me.

"I really love the red" she told me. She wore her new strapon and bent me over the couch. She spent the next hour pounding away on my ass. When she pulled out she pushed her hand in.

"I can fist you now" she told me laughing. I just moaned as she did.

Jamie continued to push my boundaries, having me dress up fully and go out in public. She had my hair grow out and kept it red. I often found Don. Had spent the night and when he did it wasn't uncommon for me to give him a blowjob when he did. A few months later I found myself in yoga pants and a pink tee with a black bra showing thru while I went to work. They all knew by then that I was sissy boi. Jamie and I are planning a second wedding. So we can become officially Wife and Sissy.

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roeyliteratiforever · 2 years

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When people want to hate Rory and throw it in her face the way that Logan treated her and try to justify it I get so mad. "Rory shouldn't be mad about Logan sleeping with the bridesmaids because she actually cheated on Logan and she broke up a marriage" I'm done when people say stuff like this! People on TikTok think they are something else with their Rory hate but they are not. Again Dean lied to her and manipulated her he told her his marriage was over and she repeatedly tried to get him to work things out with Lindsay but Dean was adamant that it was over and coerced her he cornered her in her room and told her what she wanted to hear in order to get in her pants! That was Dean's fault! When Rory kissed Jess in Philly she never mean't for anything to happen between them. Jess kissed her and she was surprised at first but then she pulled away and she still cared enough about Logan that she felt she couldn't have cheated on him the way he cheated on her. Even if you want to try to say "Logan didn't even cheat on Rory" he cared nothing about how she felt, he totally gaslit her and invalidated her feelings. He made her feel like she didn't have a right to be upset, but before he said he didn't think they were broken up and that he just told his sister they were broken up to get her off his back, then once he gets caught he changes his tune, and says we were broken up I didn't think we were together. Well which is it Logan because there are a lot of holes in your story! This is why it feels like so many Rogans hate Rory because I keep seeing takes like this. They say stuff like this or "he put her in her place" (referring to when he yelled at her at the pub where they met Jess) or "he called her out on her priveledge" no he was just being an ass and felt personally offended in both scenarios. Logan has no right to call anyone out on priveledge. He is more priveledged than most people and him and Rory are no where near close to being on the same level of priveledged. She wasn't raised with priveledged Lorelai ran away from that life and didn't want it for Rory. Yes the Gilmore's have money but even Shira told Emily "there's our money and then there's your money." Meaning the Gilmore's were no where near close to being on the same level of wealth as the Huntzberger's. Rory may be in that world but Logan is of that world that's a big difference. There is no justification for Logan treating her like shit! I'm just so over Rory anti's trying to use Logan's flaws to punish Rory and justifying her treating her like shit! It makes me livid! No matter Rory's mistakes he has no right to treat her like that! 😡

#Anti logan huntzberger #rory gilmore #defending rory gilmore #gilmore girls #this is a rory gilmore appreciation account #rory and jess

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lab-trash · 1 year

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Spin-Centric (Trans Spin Fic)

I really want to post a bunch more chapters tonight, but I'm getting tired and idk how far I'm gonna get with that, but let's see!

After that, Spin adjusted. He got used to having a period once a month (along with the dysphoria and pain that came with it), and he got used to having Bree as a confidant. She taught him more things, about hormones and emotions and what to expect as he grew.

Which started sooner than he would’ve hoped.

He didn’t even appreciate how flat his chest was until it stopped. It was barely anything, and yet he found himself staring at other guys in the academy, thinking ‘I wish my chest was as flat as theirs.’

Eventually, he went to Bree about it.

“Hey, Bree,” He said quietly.

“Yeah, Spin?” She said, walking away from her little group of students she was working with.

“Uh, so I think that thing you were talking about is starting,” He said quietly, motioning to his chest.

“Oh,” Bree said. “Okay, well, luckily, I’ve researched this, and I know how to help, at least for a bit before things get worse,” She said. “Go to Chase and ask for a uniform shirt a size up, okay? It’ll help, at least for now before we can get you a binder,” She said. Spin opened his mouth to ask something, but Bree answered before he did. “It’ll make your chest flatter,” She whispered. Spin nodded.

Spin walked into the other room, where Chase was talking to Leo about something, he didn’t know what.

“Uh…” Spin started, not getting either of their attention. “Chase?” He said nervously.

“Oh, hey, Spin, what’s up?” He asked, looking down at him.

“Can I get a uniform shirt, a size up, please?” He asked politely, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Why, this one seems to fit you fine?” Chase said, looking at Spin.

“If you’re trying to prepare for when you grow, I think you’re fine with what you got,” Leo said with a laugh. Spin tried to speak, but his words got stuck in his throat. Bree must've noticed from the other room, because she entered to talk to Chase.

"Just get him a size up," She said, her voice annoyed and vaguely threatening. Chase sighed.

"Okay, fine," He said before walking off.

"Thanks, Bree," Spin got out. Bree ruffled his hair, making him laugh a bit.

"No problem, Spinster," She said. "Let me know if you need anything else," She said before walking off.

"Since when did you guys get close?" Leo asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

"A few months ago," Spin said. "Remember when I was stabbed," He said with a laugh.

"Right," Leo said. He crossed his arms like Spin's. "So, trying to steal my family then?" Spin started to undress his arms before remembering why he crossed them.

"What?" He asked.

"First Big D, now my sister?" Leo said, "What's next, Adam or Chase?" He asked.

"Neither," Spin said bitterly. "Bree's my friend," He said, annoyed.

"Why? You guys have nothing in common!" He said. 'More in common than you think,' Spin thought.

"It's none of your business, Leo!" Spin exclaimed. He would've stormed off, if it weren't for the fact that he was waiting on his shirt.

"Oh my god," He said. "Do you like Bree?" He asked, suddenly sounding angry for a different reason, but Spin didn't know what reason that would be.

"What? Gross, no!" Spin exclaimed. "Not like that," He added. "She's like my big sister," He said, not thinking about Leo's first reason for being mad.

"I knew it," He growled. "You are stealing my family!"

"I'm not stealing your family!" Spin exclaimed.

"Then why hang out with them, instead of other people?"

"You wouldn't understand!" Spin exclaimed. "I know you probably have some deep seeded abandonment issues because of your biological dad, but that doesn't mean your new family is gonna want to leave you for some 13 year old white boy," He said, his voice not as angry as before. Leo looked stunned.

"Uh," Was all he managed to get out.

"Here, Spin," Chase said, hanging him a shirt. "Enjoy," He said before turning back to Leo.

Spin walked off to go change as Chase started ranting to Leo about something again, but Leo wasn't paying attention. He was so stunned Spin would say something like that.

Later that week, Leo saw Bree give Spin a bag with something in it, which resulted in Spin giving Bree a hug, pulling her down so he could thank her quietly, tears coming from his eyes, and Leo thought that he was right, he really didn't understand.

"Thank you so much, Bree," He said, tears coming from his eyes. "For everything you've been doing for me," He said.

"Oh," Bree said, surprised, "Of course, Spin," She said, hugging him back. They pulled away. "I put instructions on how often and how long you're allowed to use it, and I got ones of a few different sizes, starting with the one you're at," She said. "Just in case we can start puberty blockers before uh… they get bigger," she said quietly

"They're gonna get bigger?" Spin asked, annoyed, shocked, and terrified.

"Wow, I mean, I knew you grew up sheltered, but damn," She said. "Uh, yeah. I can lend you a book if you want."

"Yeah, that'd probably be good," Spin said with a sigh.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Leo asked from the other room.

"Leo!" Bree said, shocked.

"Were you eavesdropping?" Spin asked, covering his chest with the bag, much more self conscious around someone he was closeted to.

"What? No! I just heard those last couple sentences," Leo said. "Seriously though, what were you talking about?" He asked.

"None of your business!" Spin yelled, annoyed. "I'm gonna go get changed,” he told Bree. He pointed at Leo. "Tell him nothing," He whispered. Bree nodded as Spin walked off.

"You're keeping secrets from me?" Leo asked, genuinely bothered.

"It's nothing," Bree said. "And it's not even my secret to tell, so it doesn't matter." She said.

"Why are you even friends with him?" He asked. Bree sighed.

"Leo, don't… just, stop being so hard on him, okay? You don't know how hard he has it," She said. "And you're not making it easier for him,” She said before walking off.

In the bathroom, Spin was staring at himself in the mirror, turned to the side. He smiled, seeing how his chest was flatter now. He still put on the bigger uniform shirt, and that seemed as good as it was gonna get.

He stopped when Leo entered the bathroom he was in.

“H-Hey, Leo,” Spin said nervously. “Sorry about, uh, yelling... that at you,” He said.

“It’s fine,” Leo said, although he was clearly annoyed. “You look like you’re shrinking when you wear that shirt,” He said. Spin laughed.

“Great, that’s exactly what I’m going for,” He said genuinely, patting Leo’s arm before leaving the bathroom.

#trans spin #lab rats #bree davenport #spin lrbi #spin lr #leo dooley

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demureclarity · 2 years

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𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓...

Chloe Robbins was raised by her mother, Rachel Allen. She married Tim Robbins and became Mrs Rachel Allen-Robbins. The two were so happy together, with the picture perfect life but there was one thing that wasn’t so perfect between them. Tim was in the army and it took a toll on their marriage.

He was constantly back and forth on tours and it left Rachel wondering if he would ever return home. The nights were the longest, waiting for that call to tell her that he was alright. It always came. Even if it was later than the last day... but then one day, that call never came in. She didn’t hear from him and she knew from that very moment that something was wrong.

Rachel hadn’t heard from Tim in a few days and her worry and fear was kicking in. She had called @withlivelycharm, Tim’s sister, to see if she had heard anything. No success. The next few calls she made was to Barbara and Daniel Robbins - Tim’s parents. Neither of them had heard from Tim either.

Rachel was starting to panic so she went to visit her in laws to try and calm her nerves. She was hiding a big secret and wanted nothing more than to tell Tim. She was pregnant. They had spent so long trying to get pregnant, but it just never stuck and the one time it had, Tim wasn’t here to celebrate this joyous news that they had both been waiting so long for.

She was blessed with this baby she had the joys of carrying, but then she found out that Tim’s life was taken away. He was killed in action. He never knew about the baby. He never got the news that he was going to be a father and his death completely destroyed Rachel. She hardly left the house. She stayed curled up on her couch, clutching a t-shirt of his and a framed photo of their wedding day.

Despite her once close bond with Arizona, Rachel just couldn’t bring herself to talk to her anymore so she completely pulled away. She struggled through her pregnancy alone and gave birth to Chloe Jayne Robbins. Rachel and Tim had spoken about baby names before and he had said he loved the name Jayne. Rachel had made fun of him, but with his passing, she thought it was a nice way to honour him.

Having Chloe was hard. Rachel had no clue what she was doing and she was still grieving the loss of Tim. She had pulled away from his family and just needed to get away, so she packed her bags and moved to California with her daughter, cutting most contact with the Robbins family. She stayed in touch with Barbara and Daniel via letters but everything else was much too painful.

When Chloe was five, she met another man. She worked hard to heal and Andy came into her life at just the right time. Chloe knew he wasn’t her real father, but she didn’t question it once. She enjoyed Adam’s company and he was nothing but sweet to her. Then, on her fourteenth birthday, she got to the mail before her mother could and discovered she had been hiding half of her family from her.

Chloe found a birthday card, sent from Seattle. It was addressed to her and inside it, was a letter about how they would wish she would write them back and how they would never stop writing to her. It was signed Barbara and Daniel Robbins.

Robbins. They’re family. Chloe was so mad at her mother for hiding this from her that she locked herself in her bedroom for her whole birthday. She didn’t come out for cake or presents or anything. She stayed in her room, crying with that card clutched to her chest. Her mother had been hiding these from her. Why? Why would she hide the cards and half of her family?

The next day, Chloe confronted her mother and they argued. The subject was shut down again, until two years later. Rachel finally agreed to let Chloe meet her family in Seattle. They flew over, spent some time with Barbara and Daniel and then Rachel dropped Chloe off at the hospital to meet Arizona for the first time.

Being in the hospital with Arizona now and talking about the butterfly clips in her hair made Chloe smile from ear to ear. As Arizona explained why she couldn’t have the clips in, Chloe nodded and took in the information as she always did with everything that everyone had told her. “Oh, okay. That makes sense. Oh! I could come in and braid the kids' hair one day?” Chloe suggested. “It might give them something to look forward to. I know hospitals can be a scary place.” She beamed a smile, that kind hearted side to her coming to the surface once again.

Chloe had been told stories about Tim by her grandparents and her mother, but she was here to hear out things that Arizona had to say. She didn’t mind if it was the same story either. She just wanted to know him and feel as close to him as possible. “I don’t have many good friends either so I know how it feels. I have some super close friends though.” Chloe added with a smile. “I want to know everything about him. I don’t mind hearing a story again. Sometimes, it’s better the second time around anyway.” Chloe giggled sweetly.

Rachel had kept Chloe from everyone because she couldn’t deal with the loss of Tim and then she waited too long and thought everyone hated her. Chloe wanted to explain that her mother wasn’t a bad person, but she had made some bad decisions. “I think she knows you would never be able to fully hate her, but you know what my Mother’s like.” Chloe rolled her eyes in a joking manner. “She wants to talk to you but she wanted me to have time with you first. Oh, did I tell you she got married?! His name is Andy. He’s pretty cool but he makes the WORST tea ever!” Chloe pulled a face at the end of her ramble. The classic Robbins thing. Rambling.

“Oh, I saw this cute little park across from here. We could go there? They have a cute little café on the side. That way, you’re close to here if you need to be.” Chloe suggested, knowing how important time was when it was an emergency. She was very mature. Whilst Arizona went to grab some water for both of them and get her resident clued up on cases, Chloe texted her mother and let her know that she was going to spend the afternoon with Arizona. She was beyond excited to get to know her Aunt and learn more about the father she had never gotten to meet.

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 3 years

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Imagine being the childhood friend of Zuko and him getting angry when Jet starts showing an interest in you.

Your POV

To be fair Zuko had held in his fury over being banished and hunted down by his sister quite well but apparently the journey to Ba Sing Sei was where he drew the line and decided to have a break down. Zuko spat out his food and you smirked to Iroh at his dramatics. “This is disgusting” he yelled throwing the bowl down before resting his head in his hands “I’m sick of living like this”. You went to remind him you only had one more day of this boat trip left until you reached Ba Sing Sei when someone else spoke. “Aren’t we all?” a smooth voice called and you and Iroh turned to see a boy watching you all. He approached Zuko and introduced himself as Jet the freedom fighter, whatever a freedom fighter was. Zuko didn’t return the gesture but you saw this boy, Jet, swept his eyes over the three of you and he smiled. He walked around to stand between you and Zuko and leant forwards “I heard the captain’s hoarding all the food and eating like a king, how would you like to help me liberate it?”. You and Zuko exchanged a look and you smiled knowing what Zuko’s response would be. “We’re in”.

You waited for night fall and then met Jet and his friend by the kitchen. Jet picked the lock easily with his swords and waved you all inside. Jet whistled as you all stared at the large kitchen amazed at it’s size. “You two take that side” he said to Zuko and his friends “we’ll take this side” he said and gestured to you. You nodded to Zuko and followed Jet to search the room. “So you or your friend got a name?” Jet asked as you searched. “Maybe” you shrugged opening a cupboard “but ours are nowhere near as colourful as Jet”. Jet smirked at your joke and walked closely past you to search the top shelf. “So if you won’t tell me your name how about where are you from? You and your friend seem close so I’m guessing you’ve known each other a while, since children?”. “Correct” you nodded “we’ve been friends since we were 5”. “Cute” Jet smirked “childhood sweethearts escaping to Ba Sing Sei to start a life together” he grinned mockingly. “We’re not childhood sweethearts” you snapped moving away and Jet followed you “ow really so you’re not a couple?”. “NO!” you said loudly before blushing as Jet laughed at your response. You hadn’t meant to be so adamant and you looked down embarrassed “I just meant that is not at all our situation, we’re just really good friends”. Jet nodded and stepped past you “that’s good to hear”. You watched him confused and he shot you a smile over his shoulder “for me that is”. You rolled your eyes but there was something about the boy that was very attractive. Jet smirked at your response and carried on searching. He opened a cupboard and grinned “look what I’ve found”.

You packed all the food up and snook it out of the kitchen easily. You distributed it out to the other families on the ship and Iroh smiled as you passed him a bowl “thank you y/n, you and Lee did a good thing”. “Try telling him that, he’s still pouting” you replied making Iroh laugh. You returned to get more for the other families but got distracted. “So your name’s y/n?” a familiar voice asked. Jet appeared beside you “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop of course but I couldn’t help it”. “Of course not” you smiled sweetly and Jet laughed “It’s a nice name, y/n, it matches you well”. You shot him a look but were slightly amused. It was honestly nice to have someone around that didn’t have the fire nation seriousness. You didn’t make it easy for Jet though and just ignored him. You opened the remaining boxes looking for more food but it was all gone. “Well I guess that’s the last of the food y/n” Jet said pointedly emphasising your name “how about we go for a walk? To celebrate?”. “Aren’t you hungry? We just liberated all that food”. Jet shrugged “I’d say you’re far more interesting to me right now so how about it...y/n” he said smirking and you smiled. You had a pretty boring time on Zuko’s exile so you shrugged “lead the way” and took off with Jet.

Zuko’s POV

Zuko made sure all the food had been dished out before he returned to his seat beside his uncle. He was just about to start eating when he noticed something was wrong....he couldn’t see you anywhere. Zuko looked around for you and blinked "uncle did you see where y/n went?". Iroh frowned when Jet’s friend spoke up. "She left with Jet" Smeller Bee replied and Zuko blinked "why? Are they running another job?". "No, Jet just works that quick" the girl shrugged before going back to her food. Zuko paused confused and craned his neck to see if he could see you. "You mean they're....on a date?". "Sure lets call it that" Smeller Bee agreed and Zuko frowned, when on earth did that happen and how did he miss it?

Panic seized Zuko and he began to wonder how on earth he’d missed this developing. He cursed himself for allowing it to happen right infront of his own eyes and wished things were different so he could’ve told you how he felt. The truth was Zuko had liked you for a while, more than a while actually. He’d liked you for almost as long as he could remember but he’d never told you for multiple reasons. Before when he was a prince he never told you because he was worried with him being the heir that would make you feel pressured to feel the same way and Zuko was 100% certain you didn’t like him. Then when he was banished and you decided to come with him he was amazed. He still remembered you marching your way onto his ship, demanding to come with you and how impressed and in love he felt. So he agreed to let you come but he couldn’t tell you he liked you for a different reason now. He was banished, what if he told you and you did like him? Then you’d get pulled down with him, tainted through association to him. You could return to the fire nation anytime and Zuko didn’t want to do anything to make you share the same fate as him and so he never told you how he felt and it appeared someone had beaten him to it.

When you hadn’t return before they retired to their cabin Zuko wanted to go out looking for you but Iroh told him you were just off on a date and not to ruin your fun. So Zuko didn’t search for you not wanting to *ruin your fun* but there was no way he could sleep not knowing where you were and so he waited up for you. As the time passed he got more agitated and decided if you weren’t back soon he would scour the ship for you no matter what Iroh said but just as suddenly as you’d disappeared you appeared. You opened the door to the cabin quietly and then jumped violently when you saw Zuko stood there in the dark. "Zuko...what are you doing?". "Making sure you got back okay, you took off with a stranger". You rolled your eyes "we’re on a boat Zuko, it’s not like i could be whisked off somewhere plus you know Jet!". "I know of him" Zuko said pointedly and you smirked "it’s sweet of you to worry but don’t worry i can handle boys like Jet" and you disappeared into your room. You patted Zuko as you passed and he sighed. Zuko didn’t like where this was going but he didn’t see how he could stop it. So ignoring the tingling sensation where you touched his arm he stomped into his room and laid face down in the bed.

Your POV

You arrived in Ba Sing Sei the next day and were eager to get off the boat but not as eager as Zuko. He practically dragged you and Iroh off the boat just so you could get stuck waiting in line for 4 hours. After your paperwork was finally approved you got into Ba Sing Sei and realised you had no idea where to go. Iroh claimed due to his old siege days he knew the city but as you stared at a map in the train station he frowned “hmmm it appears to have changed a bit” and Zuko cried out in anger. “You said you knew the city!”. “I did but that was over 10 years ago” Iroh explained “this might take some time”. You saw Zuko was getting ready to yell again and grabbed his arm “hey how about we go get some food while we wait?”. Zuko relaxed slightly and Iroh nodded “I’d love some tea”. “Of course” you smiled and tugged Zuko away. “You have to calm down” you told him softly “Iroh will work all this out we’ll be fine”. Zuko nodded “I know I’d just rather than was sooner rather than later”. “Why?” you asked “what’s your big rush?”. Zuko glanced around you as if looking for someone and then looked down “nothing I just want to get out of this place”. You frowned, something was clearly bothering your friend but you also knew Zuko well enough to know when he was in a mood like this there was no way he would tell you what was wrong. Zuko didn’t open up often and being agitated didn’t help that. So you tried to give him space and hoped he would confide in you when he felt comfortable enough. You spotted two different food carts and nudged his arm “you go get the tea, i’ll get us some food and meet you back by Iroh”. Zuko nodded and without a word walked away. You watched him with a worried frown before you walked towards the food truck. You joined the line, waiting for your turn to order when you heard a voice “so you made it in the city okay?”. You smiled to see Jet again and nodded “obviously” making Jet grin. It was your turn to order next and you stepped up and told the man what you wanted. When it came to paying you went to get the correct money but Jet stepped forwards. “Don’t worry I got this” he said placing some coins down on the counter. “You don’t have to” you started but Jet shook his head “no, I never got you anything on our date the other night so call this payback”. You rolled your eyes as you collected the food but you were blushing slightly. “I wouldn’t really call it a date, more of a walk”. “That’s true” Jet agreed “so that means I have to take you on a proper one”. “Ow really? You have to”? you asked and Jet nodded “for sure, custom all but demands it, I have to do it if I want to or not” Jet said shooting you a wide smirk. You laughed in shock and Jet smirk grew “it’s just a coincidence that I want to”. You smiled and went to tell Jet you’d think about it when Zuko appeared. “Y/n have you got the food?”. You looked down at the bag in your hands and nodded “yeah...”. “So are you heading back?” he asked glancing at Jet or more accurately glaring and you looked down. “You go ahead I’ll be right behind you”. Zuko narrowed his eyes and took the bag from your hands “Mushi is hungry so I’ll just take it”. “Z...Lee” you sighed but Zuko just shrugged “no it’s fine you stay and talk” and he stormed away. You frowned watching Zuko walk away and Jet laughed “that might’ve been my fault. You looked at him confused and Jet shrugged “your friend clearly has a problem with me”. You shook your head confused how Jet reached that conclusion "nonsense Lee likes you he’s just...moody, sometimes". Jet smirked "that i believe but no this seems specific to me and you". "Us?" you asked and Jet nodded "i saw him watching us before he came over, he clearly doesn’t like me being around you”. “I’m not sure...” you frowned and Jet smirked “y/n he’s watching us even now!”. You glanced at Zuko where he sat on the bench beside Iroh. Like Jet said Zuko was watching you and not just watching but openly glaring. He jumped when he saw you’d spotted him and looked away. "He’s just protective" you tried "we’ve been friends forever". Jet smirked "he's protective alright but not because you’re friend, I think the fact you’re just friends is where he has the problem". You realised what Jet meant and swallowed "i...no that can’t be true". Jet shrugged and laughed slightly "hey i’m not going to try and convince you, why would i when i’m interested in you?". You looked back at Jet and smiled "you are?". "Yeah, didn’t i make that obvious? Well maybe this will help" and Jet moved closer.

Zukos’s POV

As soon as you’d all arrived in Ba Sing Sei Zuko was thrilled for one sole reason. Jet. Ever since your date Zuko was anxious to make sure you never saw that boy ever again. So he rushed you and Iroh off the ship and was frustrated to see the long lines that awaited. However he never saw Jet once and so that helped ease his mind. Then when you finally did get through his uncle didn’t know where to go and he felt his temper rising again. Any moment now Jet could appear and tag along and...Zuko didn’t want to think about what could happen, how you and Jet could actually become a proper a couple. So Zuko was not in the best of moods and then the devil himself appeared. Zuko left your side for a second and who was there? Jet. Zuko was furious and so he tried to get you to come with him but you wanted to stay with Jet! Zuko couldn’t believe you were falling for this act and he stormed away from you both angry and upset.

He sat on the bench too angry to eat, just clutching his cup of tea staring at the back of Jet’s head. "Stop watching y/n nephew" Iroh commented and Zuko jumped "i’m not i was just....don’t you think it’s suspicious how much he’s around her?". Iroh shrugged "not considering what happened on the boat, it’s called dating". Zuko glared as Jet moved closer to you "but how do we know we can trust him? He could be anyone". You looked over suddenly and Zuko tore his eyes away "y/n should be careful, what if he hurts her?". "Well it’s ultimately y/n’s decision, we can't control her and while i think your concern for her is admirable perhaps you could work on your honesty?". Zuko paused "what are you trying to say uncle you know i hate riddles". "I’m saying that rather than chasing away any boy that comes near her maybe you should recognise your feelings for her and tell her". Zuko snorted "that’s preposterous! Y/n is just a good friend nothing more". Zuko knew that was a lie but he couldn’t have anyone working out his secret. Zuko was thinking of all the ways your friendship would be ruined when he glanced over and saw Jet kiss you. He breathed in sharply and clutched his cup so hard tea spilled over the sides burning him. He groaned in pain and threw the cup down. Iroh chucked passing him tissues "still going to pretend she's just a good friend to you?".

Your POV

“Here it is!” Iroh called throwing open the door “home sweet home”. Finally after days of waiting around and searching you’d found a home and jobs all thanks to Iroh. Zuko however wasn’t feeling so grateful. He glanced around the room and gingerly dragged his hand across the table “it’s filthy, is everything in the earth kingdom filthy?”. Iroh shifted the plant pot in his hands and frowned “all it needs is a little cleaning and it will look as good as new. If we all chip in it won’t take long at all”. “Would you mind if we cleaned later please Iroh?” you asked and Zuko headed towards his room apparently done with this conversation. “Just I agreed to met Jet soon, we’re going to go explore the city a bit”. You didn’t notice but Zuko had stopped dead in his tracks.

“Of course we can clean later better yet me and Zuko can get it all sorted for your return! Go and have fun you deserve it” Iroh smiled at you. You grinned and hugged him tightly “thank you!”. You separated and only then noticed Zuko was watching you. “What?” you asked “would you like to come too Zuko?”. “No!” he cried disgusted “why on earth would I want to hang around with you on your date”. You sighed and nodded “just asking”. “Are you two official now then?” Zuko asked and you shook your head “no”. “So that at the train station was just nothing?” Zuko asked and you frowned “why do you care?”. “I don’t care I just don’t understand why you’re wasting your time on him, you know he hates fire benders don’t you?" Zuko commented "if he knew you were one there’s no way he'd be sniffing around you so much". You rolled your eyes determined not to let Zuko ruin this for you. "Open your eyes Zuko everyone hates the fire nation and can you blame them? If anything Jet’s disdain for the fire nation makes him more attractive" and with a shake of your head you disappeared out the door.

Zuko’s POV

The door shut behind you and Zuko gripped the table tighter. He stared at the door and breathed deeply to stop himself launching fire at it. “Nephew...” Iroh started and Zuko groaned “not now uncle!” and stormed into his room slamming the door.

Zuko flopped on his bed when he suddenly heard your voice. He walked to his open window and saw and Jet down below. Jet was smirking at you, standing way too close to you while you just looked up at him smiling. Zuko felt his stomach churn as how cocky Jet seemed with you. You started walking away and Zuko sighed, he went to turn away when suddenly Jet looked back. He looked at Zuko’s window, stared Zuko right in the eye and smiled. Zuko’s temper flipped and he glared. So Jet knew what he was doing then? Well Zuko wouldn’t let him get away with it. Zuko climbed out of the window and began to discreetly follow you.

Your POV

You and Jet explored the city all day and you were amazed. The city was huge in a way the fire nation city could never be. Endless rows of shops and houses all protected by the huge walls of Ba Sing Sei. After walking for as long as your feet could possibly manage, you and Jet retreated to a restaurant to refuel. You were quickly shown to a table and ordered immediately you were so hungry. “So what do you think of the city?” Jet asked and you smiled “it’s lovely, it feels like there’s still so much to see and we’ve been walking around all day!”. Jet nodded “well we can always walk around tomorrow....and the next day and the next....there’s nothing stopping us”. You nodded your head “good point” and Jet smiled before frowning. He focused on something behind you and leant forwards "Is that Lee?". You turned around and followed Jet’s gaze to a corner booth when a man held a menu infront of his face. “It can’t be he was back in the apartment....” you started when the man dropped his menu and you saw it was indeed Zuko. Zuko spotted you immediately and went pale. "Told you he didn’t like me and now he doesn’t trust me either" Jet commented and you sighed. “I’m so sorry can we rain check this? I have a friend to yell at".

You and Zuko argued the whole long way home. “I told you it was a coincidence!” Zuko yelled “why on earth would I be following you?”. “So you expect me to believe you were 40 minutes from home, in the same restaurant as me and Jet just by chance? You followed us Zuko and I want to know why. Do you hate Jet that much?”. “Well I don’t like him” Zuko agreed and you frowned “Jet said that! What has he ever done to you?”. “Nothing I....I just don’t like how you act around him?”. “Me? How do I act? you asked your temper rising and Zuko rolled his eyes. “I don’t know all embarrassed and quiet, you’ve never been shy in your life”. You paused ready to convince Zuko you were fine with Jet when he made it 100 times worse.

“Honestly it just seems a little fake and desperate” Zuko finished. He seemed to realise his mistake seconds later as you gasped loudly. "Desperate!" you yelled “you did not just call me that! How could you even say that?”. Zuko didn’t really see how he could back down so he carried on “all i’m saying is you’ve flung yourself at the first boy who looked at you despite the fact he’s clearly a criminal! Or did you forget how quickly he suggested breaking and entering to us? Who knows what other crimes he’s committed". "Have you forgotten we’re criminals too?" you hissed "you of all people should understand the law isn’t always black and white, fair and unfair, why are you so hard on jet? You liked him fine until i started seeing him". "Well maybe that’s why!" Zuko yelled "you shouldn't date him! He’s not good enough". "Not good enough?" you asked "Zuko i’m just having some fun, the most i’ve had since we’ve been on the run, it isn’t that serious". “Well you would see it that way you’ve been behaving immaturely ever since we got here" Zuko said coldly "throwing caution to the wind, fraternising with people who openly detest the fire nation. Did you ever wonder what danger your actions have put me and my uncle in? How you could've ruined us all with your recklessness? I think you have been away from the fire nation too long, you have clearly forgotten your honour". You gasped surprised "my honour?" you asked. Back home having a *superior* say something like that was an abrupt dismissal and you knew Zuko was aware of that. You swallowed and stared at Zuko "are you...does this mean you’re dismissing me from your company?". "Of course not! I would never leave you alone here but i do think you should consider your actions". "Are you ordering me to stop dating Jet?". "No i’d never order you..." Zuko said backtracking and you glared. "Good because i am not going to stop seeing him just because it worries you, so sorry your highness" you said bowing mockingly "but you’re going to have to get used to it" and you slammed the door.

Zuko POV

Zuko couldn’t believe the rubbish that had tumbled out of his mouth in your argument. He wanted to punch himself for somehow blaming you for all this. He knew he only had himself to blame but he’d attacked you instead. Zuko decided to apologise to you and was rehearsing it, trying to get it just right when Iroh appeared. “Zuko why aren’t you dressed we have a shift in 20 minutes!”. “It’s that time already?” Zuko asked, he’d been planning your apology for so long he’d lost track of time. “What have you been doing?” Iroh asked staring at the stacks of paper and Zuko covered them quickly “nothing just let me sort something and I’ll be ready to leave”. Iroh nodded and left. Zuko stared at his apology and sighed, it wasn’t right yet! He couldn’t find the right words to say what he needed to say and it to be perfect or else you might not forgive him. He tried rewording a line but then threw his pen down in frustration, he’d just have to finish this later. He quickly dressed in his uniform and followed Iroh to the tea shop.

The evening shift was usually dead but for some reason it was packed tonight. Zuko was rushed off his feet so much he didn’t even notice Jet when he walked in. It didn’t matter though Jet made his way straight to him. “You’re from the fire nation aren’t you?”. Jet said it loudly and Zuko froze as many people turned and stared. “No” Zuko said calmly but Jet smiled “figured you’d say that but I heard you admit it with your own words. How dare you sneak away as a refugee when you’re one of them”. “I’m not, we’re from the earth nation...” Zuko tried but Jet carried on “and if you’re fire nation then maybe you’re benders too....only one way to find out” and he drew his swords.

Zuko grabbed a sword from one of the nearby customers sheath and met Jet’s first strike. Zuko worked on defending himself only, he wasn’t interested in hurting him but the boy wasn’t making it easy. Zuko managed to take the fight outside and tried distracting Jet. “What do you mean you heard me say it, were you spying on us?” Zuko asked and Jet nodded. “After you made such a big deal following me and y/n on our date I got suspicious. Being jealous was one thing but you were downright manic! So I followed you both home and heard y/n say how you were fugitives from the fire nation, fire benders seeking aid in Ba Sing Sei” Jet glared “you’re the reason we’re all here!”. Jet carried on attacking Zuko but he deflected them easily, Jet was too emotional, he was getting easier to anticipate. "I should’ve known all along though" Jet smirked suddenly "you hated me far too much for it just to be over a girl". Zuko glared "for the record i hate you completely and utterly because you are nowhere good enough to be around y/n, you’re not worth the mud under her shoes, she’s too good for you". Jet spat on the floor "she’s a fire bender, she’s worthless and i regret the energy i wasted on scum like her". Zuko tensed and tightened his grip on his sword. Now he was interested in attacking Jet, screw defence, he was going to make this kid pay.

Your POV

You heard about the fight from passer-by. When they described a boy with brown hair and hook swords fighting a teashop worker with a burn on his face you know exactly who they were. You waited for Zuko and Iroh to arrive home and the second they walked through the door you exploded. "You got Jet arrested?" you cried and Zuko looked down. Iroh frowned "y/n it wasn’t like that...Jet was attacking Zuko!". "I’m sure it wasn’t unprovoked, was this part of your plan?" you asked Zuko. "I refused to obey your order to stop dating Jet and so you arrest him?". "You ordered her to what?" Iroh cried and Zuko sighed "i didn’t order her i just suggested she consider her honour and re-assess her choices". Iroh sighed “you two are so...” he took a deep breath and fixed Zuko with a piercing look. "Zuko this has gone far enough explain yourself to y/n and just maybe she'll forgive your awful behaviour, Y/n listen to what he has to say and afterwards then you can judge him but let him finish first, okay?" Iroh asked before storming from the room without waiting for a reply.

You and Zuko were both speechless to hear Iroh raise his voice and so you blinked and turned to Zuko “I make no promises to wait until the end but go ahead”. Zuko was quiet for a while and you could tell he was searching for the words he needed. “Zuko...” you frowned and he sighed “I was jealous okay! That’s what all this was, I was jealous of you and Jet spending so much time together”. Zuko stopped talking and you rolled your eyes "are you kidding me? So i can’t have anyone else in my life? Only you can take up my time?". Zuko shook his head "i wasn’t jealous of Jet taking up your time, if he'd just wanted to be your friend i’d have been fine but he clearly didn’t and that’s why i was jealous" Zuko snapped "he wanted to be something more and you did too and that bothered me". “Because you didn’t like Jet?” you tried and Zuko shook his head “because I liked you...like you” he said awkwardly staring at the ground. You blinked and stared at the ground too in shock “wow I....I don’t know what to say, how long have you...”. Zuko sighed “I can’t remember when it started because it’s been so long" he said softly "but I remember the moment I noticed. It was when my mom left, i was miserable all the time apart from the times i was with you. When you were around, i was still hurting but it was less and the more you were around the less and less it got until i didn’t hurt any more. You healed my pain and that’s how i knew i liked you". Zuko finished and you blinked "but Zuko your mom left when we were 11 you’ve known you liked me all this time? Why didn’t you just tell me?".

"Because it wasn’t just a small crush it was big y/n and it grew more and more every day and by the time you left the fire nation with me i didn’t just like you it was...more". You got chills as Zuko spoke but you felt unable to speak or move. "When you came with after i got banished i so wanted to tell you but you'd left the fire nation just to help me, i didn’t want to do anything to make you to throw your whole life away for me. I hoped that even if i couldn’t return to the fire nation one day you could and have the life you deserve. I planned to send you away once i got on my feet, and then again when i got my ship working well, and then again once we’d swept the four nations for the avatar. But every time i came close i delayed it because i was selfish. I didn’t want to drag you down with me but i couldn’t seem to let you go. I made a mess of everything and i’ve done it again. I was jealous of you and Jet but also too afraid to tell you and so i ended up hurting you" Zuko sighed "y/n i am so sorry for that, you’re the last person i meant to hurt but still because of my selfishness i harmed you and that will always taint my honour but i hope you can forgive me one day". Silence fell and Zuko looked up "y/n? Please say anything". You looked up as if in a daze and shook your head "You still haven’t asked me". Zuko paused "i did i just asked you to forgive me". "Not that" you said shaking your head again "you told me you liked me but didn’t ask me back" you chuckled. "You just assumed to know my answer without asking me, do you think you know me that well?" you asked staring at him. Zuko stuttered. "I....i'm sorry i didn’t mean to...wait does this mean? Do you...". You smiled "i can’t give an essay on the exact moment i knew like you just did but yes" you nodded "i like you Zuko". Zuko stared at you in shock "you...you do?" he asked grinning. You nodded again and Zuko laughed out loud hugging you tightly before he stopped "wait so all this agony watching you with jet, i could’ve avoided it all if i just told you this earlier?". "Yup" you nodded “Zuko, Jet was an angry cocky teenager who fights with swords...why do you think I liked him? He reminded me of you”. Zuko eyes widened and he promptly smacked himself in the face "idiot!" he cried. You laughed pulling his hand away gently "it’s fine we know now right?". Zuko nodded "that’s true..." and he took your hand staring at you intensely. You blushed and buried your head in his chest to escape his gaze "stop looking st me like that". "I can’t help it" Zuko laughed holding onto you "i can’t believe someone like you would like me". You moved your head out of his chest to fix him with a look “are you kidding me? You’re amazing, i’m the one that’s shocked, you’re smart and funny and kind...”. Zuko turned an ever deeper shade of red and you grinned “did I make the angry fire bender blush?”. “Stop it” Zuko said “that’s an order” and he smiled to let you know he was joking. “Well I have an order for you” you said calmly. Zuko looked at you confused and you just smiled “kiss me”. Zuko obeyed immediately and you were caught off guard but it was a pleasant surprise. You weren’t sure if it was the long time waiting or the pent up tension these past few days but Zuko was very passionate and the kiss quickly became heated.

You were enjoying it but were also very aware Iroh could walk back in any minute. “Zuko” you whispered “you’re very good at obeying orders but we’re in the middle of the living room”. Zuko immediately blushed and looked down “sorry I think I got carried away”. “Don’t be” you smiled “I liked it just Iroh will be back any minute and he’s the last person I’d want walking in on us”. Zuko nodded his head “that kiss was not as sweet and innocent as I planned it to be” Zuko frowned "i don’t know what came over me". You chuckled "it’s fine it was wonderful but a date first would be better next time". "Of course, how does tomorrow sound” Zuko asked blushing and you smiled leaning against his shoulder. “That sounds perfect”. Zuko wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours “Tomorrow night it is”.

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shinidamachu · 3 years

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I need some Inuyasha as a great father (more like DILF, amirite?) headcanons, can you help me out?

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• It isn’t until they’re happily married for at least one or two years that the possibility of children are brought up.

• At first, they took that time to relearn each other, enjoy their company and make the honeymoon phase last a little long. They did spend three years apart, after all. There’s so much time to make up for, so many catching up to do before they’d even think to throw a kid into the mix. Plus, being a modern woman, Kagome would know how to avoid pregnancy the best her new circumstances allowed and how important that time alone is for a newly-married couple.

• They never actually had the child talk because Kagome just assumed that’s where their relationship would naturally lead to, given her motherly tendencies and Inuyasha’s history of ultimately giving her everything she wants. For his part, Inuyasha knew she wanted to be a mother someday and he'd be lying if he said he never indulged the fantasy of fathering her children. However, he has serious trouble wrapping his mind around the idea that, in reality, Kagome would still be up for it if he were to be the father. He could never dare to ask of her more than she has already given him. Be that as it may, it was not a big deal because it was not a dealbreaker. Nothing was.

• But with time, Kagome would have noticed how good Inuyasha is with Hisui and the Mirsan twins. How his relationship with Shippo had developed from a sibling banter to a makeshift paternal relationship. How people like Shiori and Bunza would look up to him like he was some kind of movie hero. How every kid in the village seemed to adore him despite his grumpy demeanor.

• And Inuyasha would have noticed the way Kagome would look at him whenever he so much as interacted with a child, the way her smell would spike significantly.

• She, of course, was the one to make the first move, jumping him one night, after they had spend the whole day stuck with babysitting the Mirsan children and popping the question.

• Inuyasha was relutant. There was a part of him that was adamant on making her happy and even believed having babies would make him happy too. On the other hand, he was terrified. Terrified of how her body would react to childbirth, of if her spiritual powers would accept his demonic energy. But mostly, about what would happen once the baby was born. The last thing he wanted was for Kagome to go through everything his mother had to go through. Or for another kid to face the same prejudice he did. Besides, he grew up with no father figure whose steps he could follow. He didn’t know how to be a father.

• Kagome assures him that they won’t have a baby until they’re both ready and on the same page, that they have time and that Inuyasha will be a great father.

• Inuyasha believes her.

• Then it is him felling some type of way whenever he sees Kagome around kids. And something deep inside desperately wishes to find out what would their children look like, what would it be like to hold and take care of someone born from their love.

• Finally, he caves.

• Inuyasha wants a big family, considering how lonely his childhood was. Kagome finds it pivotal for their first-born to have a sibling, since she had Sota and their relationship was one of the most important things in her life. That’s why they’d have two children minimum, preferably a boy and a girl. However, giving how dangerous and uncomfortable childbirth can be, especially without the perks the modern era provides, I don’t think they’d have more than three.

• Naturally, Inuyasha relies on Miroku for advice and the latter is more helpful than not. Except for the times Inuyasha asks or says something that makes it way too easy for Miroku to mess with him. Like the time he told Inuyasha that if he doesn’t get Kagome whatever food she craves while pregnant, the baby will be born looking exactly like that food. And Inuyasha believed him.

• And if you thought Inuyasha was protective of Kagome before... oh boy! He’d be almost overbearing, but Kagome would see it as endearing. Most of the time. Sometimes, though, a woman has got to have her privacy. He also becomes more attentive, more gentle, sweeter.

• After their first child is born, Inuyasha gets a makeover of sorts. He’s always borrowing the Fire Rat to Kagome and the baby anyway, so he figured it’d be more practical to just pass the clothes on to them already and get something new for himself.

• It’s white.

• Inuyasha becomes taller, stronger. And often lets Kagome experiment with his hair with braids, top nots... and ponytails.

• Old Myoga is the first one to notice the resemblance. And it’s true. He’s the spitting image of Toga. Former enemies and allies often mistaken him for Toga and Kagome thinks the look on their (and Inuyasha’s) face is hilarious.

• Sesshoumaru does not care for it (I stole this one from @heavenin--hell).

• Inuyasha hates his human nights even more because now his vulnerability also means he might not be able to protect his family as he usually would (Together Changed by @goshinote and @lostinfantasyworlds inspired this one). Plus, the black hair and lack of dog ears confuses the baby, who cries and fusses for a good while until realizing it is, in fact, Inuyasha holding them (this one I saw in an adorable fanart I can’t find).

• But since he needs way less sleeping than humans and he spends the New Moons up anyway, Inuyasha gets a lot of quality time with their infant at night, which allows Kagome to actually get a good night sleep unless the baby is hungry.

• The Beads of Subjugation get dooled and chewed on. A lot.

• A little contest takes place between Kagome and Inuyasha about what the first word of their first child would be, with Kagome going for “dada” and Inuyasha going for “mama.”

• Kagome wins.

• Inuyasha’s fighting style changes. He still says some snarky remarks, but now it’s more to push his opponent‘s buttons down so they would get sloppy than anything else. After all, he has a child to think about and provide for now. He doesn’t have the luxury of gambling with his life anymore. He has a home to come back to and therefore won’t be taking any chances (credit to @born-for-eachother for this one).

• And so he becomes more lethal on the battle field. Pragmatic. Objective. Calculating. Decisive. Cold blooded. Much like... Sesshomaru.

• He had never been more offended on his life than the day Sango pointed this out to him.

• When the kids grow up a bit, Inuyasha and Kagome start to tell them bedtime stories, with the PG version of the story about how the met and defeated Naraku being their favorite.

• Kagome tries to be a reliable and calm narrator while Inuyasha exaggerates the events and the voices, almost always breaking objects of their house in the process.

• After hearing one too many times about the Beads of Subjugation, their child tries to “sit” Inuyasha. Of course it doesn’t work, but he still makes a big deal out of throwing himself on the ground every time they say the word just to hear them laugh.

• The first actual toy Inuyasha buys them is a ball, just like the one he had as a kid, at the same time accomplishing a childhood wish through them and ensuring that they would always have someone to play with.

• Kagome is more protective of their physical state while Inuyasha is more protective of their emotional one (see Fist Fight by @omgitscharlie)

• Inuyasha goes to Totosai and asks him to make a weapon out of one of his fangs to each of their children once they get old enough for it. Not necessarily a sword, just something of their choice and that better fits their personality.

• He would be a just father, doing his best to show no favoritism, treat his children equally and make sure no one felt overlooked or unloved.

• But truth be told, if one of their babies turn out to be a daughter, he would definitelly let her get away with almost anything, no matter how much of a gremlin she is. Daddy’s little girl would have him wrapped around her tiny fingers.

• Life never treated Inuyasha kindly. From a very young age, it was kill or be killed. It wouldn't be too far off for him to think the exact same thing could happen with his kids, therefore he tries to prepare them, to tough them up so they can take it.

• And I believe this sentiment would be significantly amplified with a son, because it would involve the whole “suck it up”, “men don’t cry” and “man of the house” aspect of it. The “it is your duty to protect your mother and sister when I’m gone” too, especially because he couldn’t protect Izayoi himself.

• It’s “tough love”, but it’s love nonetheless. And in the right dose, which I believe Inuyasha manages to nail, it can be very important for one’s development and growth.

• But it’s hard to imagine him being as tough with a daughter. Probably because he sees so much of Kagome on her that the mere idea of seeing her cry simply breaks him.

• Kagome would actually have to step in when it comes to disciplining and saying “no”, because he simply wouldn’t have it in him to do so.

There’s actually a really nice post by @keichanz I reblogged a while ago discussing precisely that, but I can’t find it to save my life (should I start to properly tag my reblogs? No, it’s a lot of work and I’m right not to).

Anyway, that’s all I got for now.

Peace out.

#This ask was actually sitting on my inbox for...#Woof #A while now #And I wish I could say it was a big move on my part to wait and reply exactly on Father's Day #Because I'm just so cool methodic and strategic #But it was sheer dumb luck #LMAO #This was fun by the way #Send me YOURS daddyasha headcanons #Thank you for the patience and for the great ask anon #Inuyasha

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the-widow-sisters · 2 years

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My Hero

Summary: When Clint and Natasha are going to talk to Tony about something, Yelena is stuck keeping Clint's guest entertained. She is surprised to find that it is a young woman, and Yelena is positively shocked to figure out that this girl is horribly misguided about who the best and coolest Avenger is. And thus they engage in a debate about their heroes.

Or how Yelena Belova meets Kate Bishop in an idealistic universe where everyone lives.

Word Count: 3455

“So when is Clinton getting here? And why do I have to be here while you two go and do something else somewhere else in the compound that has nothing to do with me?” Yelena questioned with a deep sigh, her head resting heavily on Natasha’s shoulder as she talked to her older sister.

“We’ve got to meet up with Tony for something really quick, and Clint has some company that he’s bringing with him,” Natasha patiently told her, her fingers lightly tickling Yelena’s back. Yelena was almost lost in the sensations, but she quickly caught Natasha’s unspoken meaning. She looked at Natasha unhappily, her eyes narrowed.

“No… You aren’t seriously going to make me hang out with some idiot that I don’t even know from Adam’s housemat— I mean his housecat,” Yelena paused, catching herself before making the mistake and Natasha nodded approvingly, “and make me talk to the person while you two leave me alone!”

“It’s just for a little while. Fifteen or twenty minutes at the most,” Natasha assured her, and Yelena just groaned, leaning more heavily into her as Natasha traced out letter spelling out “I love you” on her back. Yelena felt an overwhelming wave of love coming over her and she pressed her face into Natasha’s neck, her head brushing the side of Natasha’s face as she poked her nose against Natasha’s collarbone.

“Hey, guys. Sorry we’re late,” Clint spoke up suddenly, and Yelena pulled away from Natasha very hesitantly as Natasha pulled her hand away from Yelena to stand up and greet Clint. Yelena stood up alongside her and as soon as she was upright, her eyes locked onto the person entering the room quickly.

It was a younger girl that looked to be barely more than a teenager, and she reminded Yelena in many ways of Peter. Her eyes were bright and sparkling, and she was looking at Clint as if he were the greatest person on Earth. Yelena honestly somewhat wondered how in the world that Clint managed to come up with this person.

“Be careful, arrow-boy. You let in a crazed fangirl with you,” Yelena commented, and Clint just sighed a little as the girl in question bounded up to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him. Yelena quirked an eyebrow curiously, and Natasha smiled a little as she looked at the girl. The girl’s eyes immediately went a little wide as she looked at Natasha. Yelena felt a small bristle within her as she felt the sudden need to step between Natasha and the girl. She was not about to let some nutty fangirl try to attack her big sister.

“Guys, this is Kate Bishop. She’s staying with me until I can get her a place somewhere else,” Clint told them, and Kate immediately stepped up to hold her hand out to Natasha to shake it. Yelena resisted the immediate urge to knock her hand down.

“Hi, I have heard literally so much about you. I mean, obviously since you’re famous or whatever, but um… It’s an honor, Black Widow,” Kate told her happily, and Yelena just watched the two as Natasha took her hand and shook it kindly.

“It’s nice to meet you, too, Kate. Just call me Natasha.”

“Oh, okay, cool. Natasha,” Kate spoke experimentally with a grin, testing the name out on her tongue, and Yelena resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the girl’s goofiness.

“And this is Yelena,” Clint introduced, and Kate grinned as she turned her attention to Yelena. Yelena huffed a little, nodding to her, and Kate reached a hand out carefully. Yelena just eyed it, raising an eyebrow, and Kate let her hand drop after a moment.

“So why are you keeping company with a girl? Aren’t you a little old for her? And a little too committed at the moment?” Yelena cut to the chase and Clint just shook his head with a groan. Kate immediately laughed nervously, glancing at Clint. Yelena huffed a little, realizing that she had for some reason embarrassed the girl with the statement.

“No… It’s more like my guest…. And… she has a chance of becoming an Avenger,” Clint explained, and Natasha smiled a bit as Kate’s eyes grew as big as saucers.

“A chance?!” Kate excitedly declared, looking over at Clint with a giant smile, and Clint rolled his eyes in response to her.

“A slim chance. Slim,” Clint accentuated, but Kate still looked ridiculously happy with his statement that she had even the slightest of chances of making it.

“Alright, you two stay here. We’ve got to go see Tony,” Natasha told them, and Clint nodded to Kate, staring at her with a slight scold in his gaze. Kate just smiled winningly right back at him, and he sighed deeply. Natasha squeezed Yelena’s arm, and Yelena leaned against her just a bit to bump against her shoulder.

Natasha and Clint then headed out, and the two girls left behind sat down across from one another hesitantly, an awkward silence filling the air between them as they quietly regarded one another.

“So… You’re Clint’s new sidekick?” Yelena asked finally once she felt sure Natasha and Clint were out of earshot and once the silence started driving her insane.

“No, no, we’re partners and practically best friends,” Kate proclaimed immediately, offering a slightly goofy grin as she looked at Yelena, and Yelena quirked an eyebrow in response to the young woman.

“Hm,” Yelena simply hummed in response, not sure if she entirely believed her. She had seen the way Clint looked at the girl, and she had not really gotten the inclination that he saw Kate as an equal. It was more of a sidekick or mentoring situation from what Yelena had understood just from watching the two.

“So… You’re Natasha’s sister?” Kate asked curiously yet somewhat hesitantly. Yelena could not help but smirk ever so slightly as she noticed Kate’s carefulness around her so far and the fact that she seemed to be trying desperately to avoid doing anything to aggravate Yelena.

“Yeah.”

“Nice… I didn’t know that she had a sister,” Kate pointed out with a slight smile, obviously trying to plough her way through this conversation considering that it was relatively one-sided since Yelena did not have too much to say.

“Most people don’t,” Yelena replied simply, shifting slightly in her seat as she found herself somewhat uncomfortable being left alone with someone that she had zero knowledge of outside of a name.

“Why? I mean, if it’s not a thing or something,” Kate nervously questioned, looking at Yelena with some trepidation as she presumably tried to decipher how Yelena would react. Yelena simply shrugged in response, sitting back further in her seat as she eyed the other girl.

“It’s complicated,” Yelena settled for saying. She was not about to empty her whole life’s story on some stranger no matter how well-meaning and relatively harmless that Kate seemed to be.

“Yeah, I totally get that… Family’s complicated,” Kate admitted somewhat sadly in her honest, odd manner, and Yelena furrowed her brow just a bit, sensing something deeper with the girl. However, she did not choose to pursue it or ask anything about it.

“Are you like her sidekick, or…?” Kate asked, trailing off as she looked at Yelena, and Yelena scoffed, irked at the mere suggestion that she was anything less than a partner.

“No. I am her partner and her best friend,” Yelena echoed Kate’s earlier response when Yelena had asked the same thing. Kate nodded quickly.

“Hm,” Kate responded precisely how Yelena had, and Yelena’s gaze immediately snapped to that of the brunette’s. Kate just grinned a little in response to Yelena’s watchful stare. Yelena huffed slightly with amusement, finding herself somewhat intrigued by the fact that Kate seemed to be a little more nuanced and a little less shallow and meek than Yelena had originally perceived.

“So how did you get to know Hawkear?” Yelena questioned, raising an eyebrow as she eyed Kate. Kate immediately started to laugh, and Yelena just eyed her confusedly, not sure what exactly was so funny about her statement.

“I’m sorry… It’s just I’ve messed with him about being called Hawkear,” Kate offered a dismissive wave as she straightened a bit in her sear and proceeded to actually answer Yelena’s question.

“I met him in NYC, and he got me out of a real mess. And he ended up offering me a place here—well, as soon as he talks to Tony about it— and we became partners,” Kate explained, and Yelena could not help a slight bark of laughter in disbelief. She shook her head as Kate eyed her curiously.

“What? You don’t believe me?” Kate questioned with a slight laugh, and Yelena just shrugged.

“Well, I think you might have twisted the truth to fit your weird fantasy world, if that’s what you mean,” Yelena commented, a grin taking over her face as she looked at the other girl. Kate appeared to be somewhat affronted as she furrowed her brow.

“What do you think happened, then?” Kate asked, and Yelena laughed with a wicked grin.

“I think that he did get you out of a real mess, but I also think that you followed him around relentlessly until he begrudgingly took you under his wing and offered you a place here because you would not stop aggravating him about it,” Yelena assessed, and she smirked victoriously as Kate appeared to be immediately uncomfortable, her eyes shifting away from Yelena’s gaze. Yelena knew she had hit the mark, and she just patiently eyed the brunette, waiting on her to admit that Yelena was right about it.

“Well… If that was true— which I’m not saying it is— could you really blame me? Clint’s like the coolest Avenger ever,” Kate declared, excitement filling her voice as her eyes lit up. Yelena openly scoffed in response, rolling her eyes heavily before raising an eyebrow ridiculously high.

“Is there something funny about that?” Kate uncertainly questioned, just staring at Yelena with some confusion and Yelena shook her head.

“Yeah. Because everybody knows that Hawkeye is the least popular Avenger. Besides, Natasha is the coolest Avenger. I mean… Her superhero name is just ten times cooler than his and sounds way more deadly,” Yelena informed her, expressing her side of the argument, and Kate tilted her head a little, narrowing her eyes slightly.

“Me and him are working on branding, but don’t you think you’re kind of biased? She is your sister, after all,” Kate pointed out, and Yelena just sighed through her nose. She honestly could not believe this girl seriously thought that Clint was cooler than Natasha. She knew her sister was definitely the coolest person in the world even if Yelena would never directly admit it to her face.

“I am not entirely biased. All of the sister stuff aside, she has the best weapons and the best moves,” Yelena explained, and Kate scooted toward the edge of her seat, leaning forward as her eyes hardened with the debate.

“Clint never misses his mark. Ever. And didn’t he have Natasha cornered when he gave her a chance to come to SHIELD?” Kate asked smugly, and Yelena just chuckled smarmily in response, not about to let Kate win in this battle of superiority between their heroes.

“Pfft… You mean after she got tired of kicking his rear across six different continents?” Yelena inquired with a smirk, and Kate furrowed her brow.

“Wait, really?” Kate paused for a moment to question, and Yelena just nodded, ridiculously proud of her older sister and very much pleased with the fact that she could throw the fact into Kate’s face.

However, Kate quickly caught up with herself and realized that they were in the middle of a competition, and she rolled her shoulders just a little as she eyed Yelena with a challenge in her gaze.

“He has a bow and arrow,” she informed her as if that were some manner of giant accomplishment, and Yelena huffed in response, making a sarcastic sound of reverent surprise.

“Ooh, big deal. He’s Katniss Everdeen’s long-lost brother. Natasha has widow’s bites and friggin’ guns. Guns trump bows,” Yelena declared confidently, and Kate just scoffed.

“Plus, she has this awesome, sleek Black Widow suit that makes her look seriously cool. It doesn’t have enough pockets, but it’s still literally the most awesome suit ever,” Yelena proclaimed, and Kate shook her head.

“Clint’s got to work on branding, but he still sells it perfectly,” Kate informed her, pointing at Yelena, and Yelena gaped at her in confusion.

“What does that even mean?” Yelena demanded, her voice growing high-pitched with the inquiry, her nose wrinkling with Kate’s weirdness.

“It means that he is still the coolest Avenger! Did you ever see that thing on the news that had a compilation of his coolest shots?! I mean, I myself witnessed him in real life jumping off of a freaking building and shooting an enemy as he fell!” Kate dramatically accentuated, gesticulating wildly in an attempt to convey her point more fully. Yelena just raised an eyebrow as she watched the entire display.

“Firstly, do you even know how absolutely silly you look?” Yelena questioned, and Kate suddenly looked a little embarrassed as Yelena grinned a little at the brunette. However, Yelena quickly moved on to her next point.

“Second, your Clinton might jump off buildings or whatever and shoot the enemy as he falls, but Natasha has the best poses ever when she actually lands. And I’ve seen both Clint and Natasha land in front of my very eyes. Clint fell with style but landed like a rock at the bottom of a lake. Natasha not only fell with style, but she landed like a literal boss. Like… Straight up flames or whatever people say now,” Yelena confidently told Kate. However, as she finished her mini-speech on Natasha’s superiority, she realized that Kate did not even seem to be looking at Yelena and instead seemed to be eyeing something behind her.

Yelena furrowed her brow but quickly froze as she heard a painfully familiar voice.

“Aww, I knew you secretly thought the poses were cool,” Natasha’s voice sounded off behind Yelena and Yelena swiftly turned toward the redhead. There Natasha stood with Clint not too far off, and Yelena shook her head quickly.

“I didn’t say that!”

“She did. She said you were straight up flames. I think that’s Yelena-ish for straight up fire,” Kate ratted her out, a way too giant grin on her face as she watched Yelena. Yelena shot her an ungrateful glare, and Kate shrugged a little, laughing a bit to show she meant no ill will with the entire comment. Yelena rolled her eyes, instead redirecting her focus to Natasha as she tried to salvage what little she could of her reputation.

“She’s full of it,” Yelena announced, and Natasha just smiled widely down at Yelena.

“It’s okay that you think they’re cool, Rooskaya. I bet you even tried them out a couple of times,” Natasha spoke, and Yelena hesitated for just a moment, remembering her few times trying them out way too well. However, it was immediately after this that she realized her mistake, and she swiftly started shaking her head, trying to make up for the pause.

“Oh, my gosh, you have tried them!” Kate gleefully pointed out as Clint headed over to stand not too far from her, a giant grin on his face as he looked at Yelena. Natasha was smiling somehow even wider, at this point resembling the Cheshire Cat with the sheer magnitude of the smirk.

“Oh, as if you weren’t just gushing over Clinton!” Yelena gestured to the man, hoping to regain some control over this situation, and Kate simply shrugged.

“I don’t keep my fangirling a secret. One of the benefits of our partnership. We’re always one-hundred percent straight up with each other,” Kate informed Yelena with a grin and a quick wink coupled with finger-guns. Yelena just scoffed, and Clint raised an eyebrow.

“What are you talking about? I never tell you anything,” Clint expressed, and Kate just waved his words away dismissively. Yelena could feel Natasha’s gaze still on her, so she just maintained eye contact with Kate.

“We’re working on that part of our relationship,” Kate declared, and Clint wrinkled his nose a little at her weird wording of the statement. Yelena snorted slightly at Kate’s obvious hero worship. Yelena almost thought it resembled some starry-eyed kid with a ridiculous crush or something.

And Yelena was suddenly hoping that she would see Kate again soon so she could get her back for embarrassing her with Natasha.

“Okay, guys, I’m going to head out,” Clint told them, and Kate immediately hopped to her feet, and Yelena raised an eyebrow as Kate was almost wagging like a much too desperate puppy just dying for affection and attention. It was absolutely ridiculous to Yelena, and she found herself glad that she never looked like that.

“I’m heading out, too,” Kate immediately spoke up, going around the couch to stand next to Clint eagerly. Clint let out a deep sigh, and Kate just grinned widely at him, offering her fist.

“Partners, amiright?” Kate told him, and he just rolled his eyes, passing her by as he headed toward the elevator. Kate was quick to follow him, starting some giant rant about how he was not allowed to leave her hanging like that.

However, as they reached the elevator, she stopped for a moment to poke her head out of the elevator and yell.

“Bye! It was really nice to meet you guys!!! Maybe we can talk again soon?!” Kate called loudly before Clint dragged her in to keep her from having the elevator doors shut on her neck.

After a few beats of silence and of Yelena stubbornly avoiding Natasha’s gaze, she suddenly felt Natasha hoist herself over the back of the couch to sit down next to Yelena, her side pressed closely against Yelena’s.

“So you really think they’re cool?”

“I was winning an argument,” Yelena replied, but even she knew that she did not sound confident enough to truly convince Natasha of the words. She could see Natasha’s grin out of the corner of her eyes, and before she could say anything else, Natasha wrapped her arms around Yelena, leaning back into the couch and pulling Yelena against her.

Yelena sighed before scooting herself more into Natasha’s lap and letting the older woman hold her as she rested her head against the redhead’s chest. Natasha rested her chin on top of Yelena’s head.

Yelena let out a deep sigh, and she pressed her head just a bit closer to Natasha’s body to hear her heartbeat thumping beneath her ear.

“Of course I think they’re cool, poser… A little over the top and a little ridiculous, but still cool,” Yelena admitted, keeping her face buried in Natasha’s shirt over her heart as she tried to avoid Natasha’s gaze. Natasha chuckled a little before taking Yelena’s chin gently in her hand and guiding her head up to meet eyes with her.

“I think you’re really cool, little one,” Natasha confessed, and Yelena could not help the swell of love in her chest for her older sister, extremely glad that Natasha was not going to belittle her for expressing such a vulnerable truth and feeling. Natasha smirked just a little as she gazed at Yelena fondly, and Yelena wondered what Natasha was about to say.

“A little over the top and a little ridiculous, but still cool,” Natasha teased, echoing Yelena’s words. Yelena simply huffed, headbutting Natasha lightly and smacking their foreheads together gently. Natasha laughed, and Yelena could not help her own mirth in response.

Yelena leaned forward to rub their noses together, and Yelena locked her gaze on Natasha’s firmly, her attention focused solely on those gorgeous light greens filled with all of the love in the world and everything that Yelena ever needed.

“Can we see Kate again?” Yelena finally whispered after a long moment, a thought coming to her mind, and Natasha huffed, a smile growing on her face.

“You liked her?” Natasha questioned, and Yelena could see her surprise that Yelena might have actually made friends. Yelena just smirked evilly, shrugging a little.

“Nah… More like I have a bone to hack with her.”

There was a beat of pregnant silence as neither one of the girls said anything. Yelena knew something was not quite right and that Natasha obviously found something humorous judging by the sparkle in her eye. It was then that Yelena realized her mistake.

“I said that wrong, didn’t I?”

Natasha just laughed.

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dyns33 · 3 years

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Venom

So @just-someone-who-likes-to-write and @give-me-a-moose wanted to know more about Ava being a bitch in Adaptation.

Here we go.

Technically, some of the things Ava had said were more or less true. In Y/N's mind anyway, when she was depressed. Otherwise, she just wouldn't have listened to her, and wouldn't have been affected by her words.

As soon as she arrived, it had been obvious that Eve's sister was not happy to see her. However, the first time they had met, everything had gone well. No doubt Ava hadn't really paid attention to her. A simple zombie, some food, a pet, a toy. Nothing more.

Finding out that she had become one of them seemed to surprise her.

According to Adam, she was just jealous. Because he didn't like her. Because she thought the only reason he didn't like her was because he didn't love anyone but Eve, and that would never change.

Y/N proved she was wrong. And so she just wasn't appreciated at all.

The first few days there was no incident. Maybe because she didn't want to take any chances, or to please her big sister. Only looks and funny smiles, but nothing serious.

Immediately, Adam was on his guard, certain that she was up to something. He didn't like it. He hated Ava.

He asked his wife for her to leave as quickly as possible. Eve agreed, but she couldn't scold her sister since she did nothing wrong. Maybe everything would be fine, this time.

___

Normally, they wouldn't have left Y/N alone with Ava. And they hadn't really done it.

Adam was playing one of his guitar, his headphones aimed at his head, focused, and convinced that Eve was handling the situation.

He had no reason not to trust her.

Eve had wanted to take a bath. It wouldn't take long, she wouldn't be far, she would leave the door open.

There was no reason for anything to happen.

While Y/N was reading on the couch, Ava had collapsed beside her, at first without saying a word, looking at everything in the room except her. Then she was staring at her, with her Cheshire smile. Y/N was doing everything to ignore her. To not provoke her.

"Do you know they love each other more than anything in the world ?" ended up saying Ava.

Don't answer. Don't get into her game.

"They got married a couple of times. They didn't get married to you, did they ? No. I don't think they will. Adam claims you look like my sister, but I don't see what he means by that at all. He guess he said that to reassure you. Because he knows that if you compare, it is obvious that she is better than you. Or else it was Eve who asked him to say that. My sister is way too nice."

Y/N breathed slowly, doing her best to stay calm and not show that she was hurt. It was obvious that Eve was better than her. It was not a secret. It was not a problem. Even though the two old lovers had been together longer, and she would never share what they had shared, that didn't mean they didn't love her.

"It amazes me that they turned you." Ava continued despite her silence. “Usually they think before they act, and they always take responsibility for the consequences of their actions. That's why they're not funny. That doesn't mean they won't get tired of you. But they won't be able to throw you out. It won't be acceptable. You know why ?"

"No, why ?"

"Because they have a responsibility to you now. You are a burden. Me, they can tell me to leave, because I'm just the sister. They choose whether they want me to stay or not. It shows that they care about me. But you... Poor little thing... They have to keep you now. Oh, I know them. Adam will end up being cold and distant. Eve will be polite. They will pray that you decide to leave them own your own, without it being their doing. And if you don't, they'll be terribly miserable."

"... If you say so."

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Do not listen. Never listen to what the viper said. It was the advice, no, the order of Adam. Eve, even though she didn't like the nickname he gave to her sister, had confirmed. According to them, Ava liked chaos. She only lived to create strife, disaster and destruction.

It was enough to remember what she had done to Ian and Adam's precious instruments.

Her words were as dangerous as her fangs.

Still, it was stronger than her, Y/N was listening. She could feel the doubt creeping through her whole body, backing up in her brain, squeezing her heart.

What if it was true ? If she was right ? What if the two vampires stopped loving her one day, but they didn't dare say it ? That they were forcing themselves to stay with her ? Y/N didn't want this.

"I can imagine what happened. They found you charming and funny. A novelty, after centuries of boredom. Because you ran away, my sister wanted to be nice. She took pity on you, so to please you, she agreed to transform you, and as always, Adam agreed, to please her. They must have thought that you would leave them in peace again."

"... No."

"Oh, you are so cute." Ava sneered. "I've known them much longer than you have. I know that my sister adores little lost things. That's how she found Adam. And our handsome melancholy musician... He only cares about two things, his wife and music. Imagine if he had to choose between you and his instruments. No, wait, just one. The least important. The one he never uses, which doesn't work, which is broken. It's pretty obvious that he would choose..."

"I would choose to burn the house down. With you in it if possible."

____

Ava jumped, immediately stopping speaking, turning to look at Adam. Right behind him stood Eve, in a dressing gown, staring dangerously at her, as if ready to jump at her throat. Instead, she walked over to Y/N, kneeling down in front of her to take her hands, kiss them tenderly, before hugging her very gently.

At the same time, Adam quickly went upstairs to pick up all of Ava's things, put them just as quickly in her suitcases, and toss them out. He then returned to the living room to catch her sister-in-law.

"You spat out your venom. Now you're leaving." he growled, pulling her towards the door.

"No ! Eve, help me !"

Her sister's screams didn't force Eve to get up. She took the time to place several kisses on Y/N's neck and face before going to calm the fight. Not the way everyone thought she would. Because even if she stopped her husband who was gripping Ava's arm, she didn't say a word to her and without the slightest hesitation, she slapped her.

Adam looked as shocked as Ava, who finally understood her mistake.

That they transformed Y/N should have been sufficient proof of their sincere feelings for her. This slap was only a confirmation.

Eve hadn't hit her sister in a long time, and only when she was doing something she thought was unforgivable. Knowing this, Ava rubbed her hurt cheek, picked up her bags and left without trying to defend herself.

____

Once she was gone down the street, the two vampires returned to the living room, where Y/N was waiting for them, pouting, her book resting on her lap. She wasn't crying, but she was ashamed that she had listened, even though they had told her to beware, and she felt stupid.

But they didn't laugh. They didn't rebuke her either.

Sitting around her, Eve resumed her kisses, while Adam rested his head on her shoulder, stroking her neck and looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the universe.

They didn't have to talk. All of Ava's lies and horrors were already forgotten.

They cuddled her all night anyway, even during a part of the day, even after she fell asleep. The next day they did not leave her for a second, as not to give her time to believe that they did not love her, Eve being simply a little more tactile than usual, while Adam behaved again like the koala he was during the first week of her turning, refusing to let go of her. He only agreed to stop to go write her a song, and because Eve kindly asked him, to allow Y/N and her to take a hot relaxing bath together.

He still came into the bathroom to keep them company and to find inspiration, admiring his two muses basking in the water. Then when he was done he seemed to sulk like a child, staring at them while making a strange purr until Eve couldn't stop laughing and invited him to join them.

Then they asked Y/N if they wanted to marry them. It would become their favourite wedding.

#only lovers left alive #adam only lovers left alive #eve only lovers left alive #adam olla #eve olla #adam olla x reader #eve olla x reader #adam olla x eve olla x reader

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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Taking Care of Kai Anderson in Prison

I think this is kind of a weird idea, but I wanted to write it anyway!

Warnings- smut, manipulation, Daddy kink, Kai Anderson. Words- 3k

Summary- Blue hair and bearded Kai is put in prison, and it’s your job to shave his head and beard because, being a violent prisoner, he isn’t trusted with a razor. He plays mind games with you and finds out exactly what he wants to know, and uses it to his advantage.

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You gather your necessary items and walk down the prison corridor, scanning your badge to open every double door on the way. You walk towards the door of the room you need to be in, and you look through the one-way mirror to look at the prisoner inside. Kai Anderson, the leader of a murderous cult, just went through all the paperwork and confessions needed to be locked away for the rest of his life. The guards inside hold him very firmly and get ready to sit him down. It’s a very high security room, multiple guards outside looking in, a secured metal chair with hand restraints on either side, and a locked door. You scan your badge to enter and he immediately looks at you but says nothing. This has been your job for multiple months and after years of training, being around dangerous men and convicted criminals wasn’t new to you. But something about his relaxed face, and his body looking so comfortable despite all the restraints, made you nervous. Your job so far at the prison is to take care of the vulnerable, but this man didn’t look it. You walk over to the table and lay down everything you’re holding: an electric shaver, shaving cream, knife and a towel, to try and take away as much of his identity as possible. He needed taking care of, and being in the high security wing, he wasn’t trusted with a razor. The guards finish tying his hands to the cuffs on the arm rests of the seat and look at you.

“Want us to do his feet too?”, one of the guards says, motioning to the similar cuffs at the feet of the chair.

Kai looks over at you calmly and raises his eyebrow, asking the same question.

“No don’t bother”, you pick up the towel and walk over to him. “What will he do? Trip me up?”.

This silly comment earns a slight smile from Kai and he looks at the guards. They point to the one-way mirror and walk outside, to remind you that they will be watching in case you need them. They leave and shut the heavy metal door behind them. You wrap the towel around Kai’s neck and slide your hands on his shoulders, smoothing it out before picking up the shaver and running your fingers through his greasy blue hair.

“I need to shave your head, is that okay?”, unsure whether he knew what he came in here for. He slowly nods once and continues looking ahead of him at the mirror. You take a breath and run the shaver through his thick hair, watching it fall on his shoulders and on the floor. After a few strips, the side of his head is all shaved and you look at him in the mirror. He turns his head slightly to get a better view, then looks straight forward again, completely unmoved by what you’re doing. The stillness in his face and the silence in the room unsettles you. You continue shaving him, shuffling around him, trying to be careful and thorough but also wanting this to end as soon as possible. He notices the effect he has on you and speaks up.

“When my sister was little and she had to get her first haircut, she sat and sobbed, she was so scared”, he begins telling you, looking himself dead in the eye. You glance at him in the mirror and nod to show you’re listening.

“So, I took some scissors and chopped some of my own hair off, to show her it wouldn’t hurt”.

You smile at his anecdote and look at him in the mirror, and he looks back at you. His eyes pierce through you and his serious expression doesn’t change. The stare makes you turn back to his head and shave the last few strips of head he has left.

“That’s sweet”, you say softly. “You’re a good big brother”.

You finish shaving him and rub your hand over his now bald head. He nods at your comment and tilts his head to the sides and looks at his new cut, with his face still as serious as before and eyebrows furrowed slightly. You watch him inspect his new look and mix up the shaving cream.

“They say that a girl’s relationship with her older brother is more important than the one with her dad”, you walk over to him, stirring the shaving cream and nod in agreement. You make eye contact in the mirror and you add, “I’m close with my brother, I can tell him anything”. Though you knew that anything you told the prisoners could be used against you, you couldn’t help but feel so awkward that you wanted to say anything to keep the conversation going, and not bring back the deafening silence. You lean down at his side and begin putting the shaving cream on his face.

“And your dad?”, he asks quietly. “What’s your relationship with him like?”.

A million thoughts go through your mind, debating whether to tell him anything. Although he had no right to know, it didn’t seem like a big deal to tell him a few things. As you contemplate your next move, you try to focus on the task at hand and why you’re here in the first place, but you’re interrupted when Kai turns his face to look at you. His deep black eyes look into your soul. It seems like he already knew everything there is to know about you, even though he just met you. You inhale nervously and turn your focus back on putting cream on his face.

“It’s good”, you say quietly, which prompts a single amused exhale from the criminal. You resist the temptation to question him and instead walk over to get the knife from the table.

“Why are you lying to me?”, he asks, smiling. You take the knife and squat next to him. You can’t help but give him a puzzled look and feel even more uncomfortable at him smiling than looking serious. You shave one strip up his neck and his jaw and wipe it on the towel around his shoulders.

“I was honest with you, why aren’t you being honest with me?”, he asks quietly but firmly, looking at you in the mirror, inspecting your body language. “You have Daddy issues, don’t you?”, he states, confidence dripping off every word and the question solely rhetorical.

“I said it’s good”, you reply defensively, trying to not give him satisfaction in knowing anything about you, especially without you telling him directly.

“Don’t worry, I know what it’s like to have a shit father”.

You turn his face to look at you while you carefully run the knife along his neck, curving at his Adam’s apple. You focus on looking at his lips and chin while shaving him, but you can feel the burning stare right into your focused eyes. Looking down at you, letting you shave around his lips, he stays silent but smirks slightly. After you wipe the blade, his mouth opens once again, and his words catch you off guard.

“You just want a Daddy to protect you, hm?”

His filthy and overly confident words surprise you into looking at him. A combination of his sly smirk and his black eyes staring at you make your insides burn. You feel your cheeks flush and try to look away from him, but you simply can’t. This time you could tell the question wasn’t rhetorical, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

“You want Daddy to take care of you?”.

You stand up off the floor, not breaking eye contact, and breathe in a wobbly breath. You attempt to open your mouth, but you know no words will come out, so instead you clench your jaw, and remember who’s in charge. You blink hard and look away from him, taking the towel off from his shoulders and wipe his face clean, and then put it aside. When you return to your spot by his side, he glances over at your watch.

“We still have 7 minutes until o’clock, when I assume you have to go. Let me show you a trick”.

You look him up and down intrigued, completely restrained by his wrists and wonder what he could do. He bends his wrist upwards as much as the restrains will let him and sticks out his pinky finger. You squat in front of him and link your pinky with his, earning a smile from him.

“We’re linked now. If you lie, I’ll know.”

You nod slowly a few times and quickly look over your shoulder at the mirror behind you, feeling security at the fact that guards are watching you through the one view mirror. When you look back at Kai, he smirks at you softly and leans his head down, not breaking eye contact.

“Do you feel safer to know that they’re watching us?”, he asks, making you inhale nervously. Although it’s your fault for making it obvious, the prisoner isn’t meant to be he’s being watched. You take a deep breath and decide to test him.

“It’s just a mirror, I was looking at yo-”

“Weren’t you listening?”, he snaps, clearly aggravated by your lie. He clenches his jaw and takes a deep breath before repeating himself, even more condescending this time. His voice was barely raised but your heart immediately starts pounding faster. You felt so naked and vulnerable in front of this man that you wondered if he could see your heart beating right through your chest.

“If you lie, I’ll know”.

You furiously nod at him, not daring to take your eyes off him this time.

“What are you feeling right now?”.

You inhale sharply and take a big gulp before answering as honestly as you could.

“Terror”, you reply quietly. He exhales once in amusement, and continues to burn you with his stare, thinking of another thing to ask you. But before he has the chance to think of anything else, you decide to be brutally honest with him. Perhaps more than you should be.

“Can I be honest?”, you whisper at him, looking up at him with puppy eyes, trying to control your face to maintain as blank of an expression as you can. He nods once and waits patiently for you to continue. The second that question comes out of your mouth, your stomach fills with regret, knowing that you shouldn’t say anything more. Although every bone in your body knows that this is a bad idea, you can’t help but look at his strong veiny hands and melt inside.

“The worst part a-about you isn’t the terror”, you begin. His eyebrows come closer together in intrigue.

“It’s the arousal”. You can physically see his ego grow larger as he listens to your heart-felt confession and laughs breathily, letting your words loiter in the air for a few seconds before responding.

“I’m not sure I believe you”, he says, slightly shaking his head. “Prove it”. Your eyes widen and you blink slowly not sure what he means. The warmth coming from his strong hand spreads through your body and lingers on your thighs and your heat.

“I’m not sure what you mean”. He listens to you and sighs. After a few seconds, he explains.

“Girls think they’re always so sneaky, they think all guys think about is sex, when in reality, we both know girls think about it even more”. You gulp and try to take your eyes off his, but feel like they’re glued onto him.

“When you sit on a man’s lap, he can feel the warmth coming from between your legs. But if you’re aroused, you can feel you pulsating”. You quiver your lips at his dirty words and fail to understand the simple instruction he is giving you.

“What does that mean? I mean- what do you want me to do?”. He leans closer to you, and with every approaching inch your legs almost give up. You wobble slightly when his face comes so close to yours that you can feel his breath.

“Sit on Daddy’s lap, and let him feel you throb”. The second the pet name leaves his lips, butterflies fill your tummy. Your pussy gushes out wetness at his quiet, almost secretive, tone of voice, and demands to be touched more than ever before.

For the first time in minutes, but what felt like hours, you manage to take your gaze off his hypnotizing eyes and flicker down at his lips. He was so close, if you wanted to, you could kiss him. Because of your multiple seconds of delay, he cockily reiterates, whispering to you, his lips inching even closer to yours.

“Unless of course, you’re not aroused, and you’re lying, again”. He says, emphasising the again. He of course could tell that you were not lying, but enjoyed toying with you. Although he only met you minutes ago, he knew exactly what buttons to push.

Very slowly, you nod your head and looks at his pinky holding yours. Without breaking eye contact, he straightens out his pinky to let you go and sits up proudly, trying to scoot as far forward off the chair as possible, due to his wrist restraints.

You stand up, silently begging your knees not to give up, and gulp, before straddling one of his knees. He watches you closely as you hesitantly creep your hands to hold onto his shoulders, before pulling them away. He whispers discreet words of encouragement, “Hold onto Daddy”, making you lay your hands gently on his strong shoulders, and your pussy flutter at the name again. He hums in approval at the pulsating heart beat he feels on his knee from your throbbing heat. Without being told to, or rather, given permission to, you try to gently brush your pussy against him harder, hoping to get some release. The second Kai notices and feels your wetness through all the layers of fabric between you, he decides to help you, and suddenly bounce his leg. The unexpected movement against you makes you gasp slightly, and hold onto his broad shoulders. The sheer fact that such minimal touch earned such a strong reaction from you makes Kai smirk, and start bouncing his leg rhythmically. Every time you jump slightly at fall back against his knee, you end up griding across it, making friction against your clit. The pressing and kneading against your sensitive spot makes you bite your lip as all the arousal from your entire body goes straight between your legs. The shakiness in your knees and the tingle in your thighs runs towards your heat, making you practically drip on him. With a particularly hard bounce, you can’t help but gasp and hold onto his shoulders harder, closing your eyes in pleasure and looking down, too ashamed of how good he makes you feel. The overwhelming feeling forces a moan out of your lips, making Kai smirk. He watches you bite your lip and refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing how good he’s making you feel, and feels threatened.

“Keep your eyes on Daddy”, he says, making you open your eyes instantly, and adding enough of a sensual touch to your pussy that you are almost brought over the edge. When you look at him, his black eyes lock you in and you have no trouble maintaining eye contact, despite slowly approaching your orgasm. Embarrassment flushes your cheek as Kai watches you, about to come undone from such a soft movement on his part, and having not masturbated in a while nor had sex, you were too stressed and focused on your job to take care of yourself. Maybe he was right, you needed a Daddy to do it for you. You grab onto his broad shoulders and completely let go, not grinding on him anymore, just letting him make you cum. Just as you hit your peak, Kai looks over at your hand on his shoulder, and without warning, he puts his bouncing to a halt and looks at you with a cheeky smirk.

“I think I have to go to my cell now”, he says with a cocky expression. You breathe heavily and look at him with pleading eyes, denied your finish. The realisation of what you just did hits you and you open your mouth slightly. As you slowly get off him, he continues looking at you clearly proud of himself. You stand in front of him for a few seconds before slowly walking to the door, and unlocking it, hoping your heart slows down before it jumps out of your throat. Or drops from between your legs. The smirk on Kai’s face widens when you look back at him, and then look at all the things on the table, deciding to leave it all there. You take a deep breath and smile at Kai, before putting your hand on the door handle, and whispering to him.

“Bye, Daddy”.

He smiles and nods at you and you step out of the door and shut it behind you, trying to regain control over your body after he made you feel like jelly. When you look over at the security guards standing in front of the one-way mirror, embarrassment burns you from the inside, and you flush completely red, having forgotten that you were watched the whole time. They look at you awkwardly and one of them puts his hand in his pocket, making your eyes glance at the bulge he’s trying to hide. The eye contact between the three of you silently agrees to never speak of this, and you walk away, trying to hide the smile covering your face.

You’re left to wonder how a man so restrained can have you completely wrapped around his finger. Later than day when you go back home, the second the front door shuts behind you, memories of Kai fling back to your mind, making you shiver. That night, when you lay in bed with your hand down your pants, all you can think about is your new Daddy.

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a little jealousy never hurt anybody, right?

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HIIHIHI this was requested by the lovely @angelsuestyles (their ask is in my recent posts!) ALSOOOO THANK YOU FOR 222 BILLION FOLLOWERS (∩˃o˂∩)♡ (not really but 222 :0 !!! I love all of you guys!! thank you, it literally means so much to me <<<<<333333)

edit: I forgot to put this in here when I first posted but this IN NO WAY is hating on Camille at all (she's literally so hot PLS! she just inspired harry’s 2nd album so she worked for the story) and you guys shouldn’t hate on her either!!!

summary: Y/N and Harry are idiots.

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and illusions to a boner ¨̮ ( I think that’s it...)

Y/N regrets quite a few things.

Like that time when she took her senior photo and didn’t realize the small bit of concealer she had blended under her eyes would flash back so much. Or when she was being introduced to a set of twins and even though she had been completely sober that night, accidentally ended up kissing the both of them, not realizing who was who (she didn’t even remember who she wanted to kiss in the first place). And of course, she regrets somehow being able to put a check in one of those super specific love-cliche boxes.

It really wasn’t her fault for falling for Harry. How could she not? Ever since he asked her to join him on his sophomore tour after she played some guitar for his album, she knew there was no way to crawl out of the hole that had just been dug. All thanks to her her friend Sarah, who introduced the two at her intimate birthday party, just months before Harry started producing and writing for Fine Line.

When an “Oh, shit! You’ll have t’show me sometime!” erupted from Harry after Sarah mentioned Y/N played guitar and even partnered with Mitch on a few projects of his own (that unfortunately, not even after Y/N’s begging, would never be released to the world), Y/N was sure that she would never end up showing Harry, and he was just being sweet. But when a few days later, Harry texted her explaining how he got her number from Sarah and asking if she could get together so he could hear her play, Y/N realized he had been serious, and well, the rest was history.

Harry had insisted she play for a track, then one became a few, then a few became practically the entire album, and soon Harry was talking about how “sick” it would be if she went on tour with them, and after arranging things with her uni and taking a leave from her job, she was ready.

Tour had no shortage of interesting moments, from the time Harry almost broke his ankle during rehearsal and tripping on the microphone wire (why he insisted it have a wire, Y/N had no idea) to Mitch getting really drunk after one show and blabbering on and on about British culture and how different it was from American culture, and YN was sure she’d never seen or heard him talk this much, but no one was complaining.

Y/N had found some sort of companionship in everyone on tour. Sarah had always been like a big sister to her, and the protective instinct really kicked in when they were in a different country, Y/N noticed. Charlotte was pretty new, just like Y/N was and they bonded quite fast over that, and their love for fashion they could never afford. Adam was more open and bubbly, and he took Y/N in like one of his own kids. She truly didn’t think being 23 was so different than everyone else being in their late 20′s and early 30′s but after being treated like a fragile puppy, she noticed that no one else felt the same as her-- she really wasn’t complaining though, it just meant she had all eyes looking out for her, and she kind of needed that to be honest.

Mitch practically became her older brother, and although he was a bit closed off and shy when they first met (which was a few weeks before Y/N met Harry) eventually he was joking around with just her, and teaching her new things on the electric guitar she hadn’t known before.

Finally, Harry. It would be an understatement to say Y/N and Harry got really close, really fast. He was always really good at making friends, but with Y/N it seemed they became great friends in a heartbeat. He opened up about almost everything, fame, missing home, his heartbreaks, his accomplishments, and everything in-between. Y/N did the same, told him how paying for uni was an absolute bitch (to which he offered to pay and she immediately turned him down), how her parent’s divorce impacted her own relationships (Harry had nodded in agreement with that), and about how being on this tour changed her life. By week 2 of tour, the two had become so close, even the fans had picked up on it just during their banter and contact during shows.

“They’re ‘shipping’ you guys,” Mitch had said, taking a sip of water backstage as everyone was gathered in the band’s dressing room. Harry was still getting dressed and ready, so it was everyone but him. “It’s quite cute, honestly.”

Y/N’s brow raised in confusion. “What- why? We act normal like we always do.” She pointed out, firm in her statement. A snort from Charlotte made Y/N turn her head to the strawberry-blonde and gape. “What? Do we- do we not act normal?” She asked, looking around at everyone, now flushing out of embarrassment. “You two act like you’re dating sometimes, love,” Sarah pointed out. “It’s nothing to worry about though, he’s just really affectionate, friends or partners, and we can tell you do too, so it’s inevitable that someone will mistake you guys for a couple.”

“Mistake who for a couple?” A familiar voice asked, and everyone’s gaze wandered over to the door where Harry had walked in with his billowing dress shirt, and dress pants for the night. “You and Y/N.” Adam said, and Y/N’s head had snapped towards him to give him a death stare, but before her eyes could burn into his skull, her attention was dragged away by an arm draping across her shoulders and the dip of the couch next to her. She turned to look at him, and he gave her a soft smiled before squeezing her shoulder with his hand. “Makes sense, s’like we’re practically married.”

“I’m waiting on a proposal.” Y/N said with a grin, and Harry smirked, pulling her in closer towards his body. “You’ll get one soon, pet, don’t worry.” The conversation had then shifted to Mitch and Sarah who were literally work-wife and husband, not yet anyways, but everyone knew he would ask her soon enough. Y/N always like this before shows, happy. Not that preforming and the adrenaline rush afterwards wasn’t enough, but everyone was always together, and she liked that a lot.

She also liked how Harry’s arm had slid down from her shoulders to her waist and how his fingers splayed across her hip, how they gently squeezed, and how his thumb mindlessly ran up down across her skin. It wasn’t an overstatement to say that stayed on her mind the entire night.

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Harry was always positively buzzing after a show. His narcissistic side loved it when everyone’s attention was on him for hours at a time, screaming his name and shouting their declarations of love. He loved to be told how talented he was, how handsome he was, and how funny he was, it was safe to say he had a bit of a praise kink, if he’s being honest. But if it was even possible, he loved hearing it all from Y/N even more than the thousands of people in the crowd. He told himself many times that it was just because she cared about him, and he cared about her, and hearing praise from someone he knows and respects (not that he didn’t respect his fans) was just so much more fulfilling.

So after every show when he’d rush offstage with he rest of his band, his attention always went to Y/N, waiting for her praise, and he always got it. He, of course, complimented her back, and watching her smile was more than enough to keep him happy the rest of the night. This night had gone the same as all the others, an amazing show, running offstage, and hugs and kisses being thrown around like a beach ball at a rave. “That was awesome H, your whale seems to get better every time.” Y/N had commented, and he had attempted helplessly to keep his cheeks from flushing. “I’ve just got strong lungs, pet. Could never compare to your guitar playing though, the real star of the show. Don’t tell Mitch I said that.”

She waved off his compliment and laughed, pulling him into a soft hug with a soft kiss on the cheek that he was still thinking about when they made their way to a bar for the night. He couldn’t take it off of his mind, not even when there was a pretty blonde in front of him, her hand running flirtatiously over his arm and her smile as blinding as the sun had been earlier.

Of course she was pretty, there was no way to deny it, she just wasn’t as pretty as Y/N. No one was, not after he’d laid eyes on her and began using her beauty to determine everyone else’s attractiveness.

So when his attention from the woman in front of him fades, he’s looking around for the familiar face that he can’t enough of. He meets Y/N’s eyes and immediately her own dart back to Charlotte, biting the inside of her cheek and praying he didn’t catch her staring at him with envy.

Envy of the girl in front of him, who go to express her attraction towards Harry without hiding it, and not worrying about if he feels the same way or not, because of course he finds the girl in front of him attractive, who wouldn’t?

It’s then, that Y/N starts to pity herself, physically and romantically. The partners she’s had before always seemed way too good for her, and she had never been the one to end it. To say that destroyed her self-confidence in the long run would be an understatement.

It wasn’t like she needed a partner to make her confident, no, she was perfectly capable of doing that on her own, but for the first time in a long, long time, Harry made Y/N feel really good about herself. Good about her personality, her humor, everything, because if someone she looked up to that much, if a man like Harry Styles wants to be friends with her? She thinks it just meant she was doing everything right.

So Y/N, in short, was jealous. So jealous and wound up by Harry showing attraction towards that girl, that everyone else seemed to notice she was a bit off. “Y/N, you okay?” Mitch asked from across the booth, his thick brows twisted in concern. “Hm?” She looked up from the wooden table beneath her to see everyone, sans Harry, looking at her with the most pitiful eyes she had ever seen, and god, did she feel disgusted. Disgusted that she had fallen so hard for a man she could never have, that everyone around her noticed and felt bad for her.

“I’m fine, but I think m’gonna call it a night. I’m pretty tired after today’s show.” She said with a tight-lipped smile, hoping it would convince everyone that she was okay. Of course it didn’t though and Adam caught on. “Funny, I was about to say the same. I can’t stay up late like I used to anymore, wanna catch a taxi back?” He asked, and Y/N nodded with a real smile this time, albeit the fact it was small, because she really didn’t want to go back to the hotel alone, and Adam always knew what to say.

Sarah and Mitch slid out of the booth to let Adam out, and Y/N simply stood up on her side because she had the outside seat. Harry was supposed to sit next to her on the edge, but seeing as he went to the bar to grab everyone another round and then ended up talking to someone else, that didn’t happen. She slipped on her light beige coat and grabbed her purse, slinging it on her shoulder as Adam put on his jacket as well. When Y/N looked to the bar where she had last seen Harry, he was still standing there animately talking to the woman in front of him, dimples prominent in his rosy cheeks, and all she could do was hope he didn’t notice the two of them slip out as they made their way to the door.

Alas, Y/N could never be that lucky.

“Hey! Where are y’guys going?”

Y/N and Adam turned around at the sound of his voice and that was when Adam went in full protective mode, slinging his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and pulling her in closer. She made a note in her head to thank him immensely when they escaped this bar.

“Heading out for the night, we’re both pretty pooped.” Adam explained, eyes darting from Y/N to Harry who now stood in front of them, his own eyes darting from Y/N to Adam then back to the girl who was now avoiding eye contact at all costs.

“Oh, alright then. Are- Y/N are you okay?” He asked softly and only then did her eyes meet his own. “Yes, I’m fine. I feel like such a baby when I’m around you guys.” She joked, her lips curling into a small smile.

Adam chuckled at that and so did Harry, but Y/N could tell the curly headed one was still concerned. “Well we gotta catch a cab, so…” She trailed off, her thumb poking back to the door.

“O-okay,” Harry nodded. “Get back safe, yeah? Have a good night.” He said in parting and Y/N and Adam both nodded, wishing him the same before turning back around and pushing through the door. Harry watched the two of them leave, and his stomach bounced around in an odd way.

The cold air whipped across the duo’s faces, and and Adam rubbed Y/N’s shoulder comfortingly as he hailed a cab. They didn’t talk until they were settled in the back and Adam told the driver the destination. “Wanna tell me what’s up? Cause I’m not gonna bother you anymore when we get to the hotel.”

She smiled at him and scoffed a bit before trilling her lips, a soft noise releasing from her mouth at the movement. “Um,” She began, running her hands through her hair. “I’m pretty sure you already know.”

At her words, Adam just raised a brow at her. “What? You guys all looked at me like someone just killed my puppy back there!” She defended, raising her hands. “Okay, fine, fine. It won’t help if you keep all your emotions bottled in though, you know?”

“Yeah,” She sighed. “I know.”

After getting back up to her room, doing her nightly routine (which really was just her washing her face, brushing her teeth, and changing into the t-shirt Harry gave her a few weeks ago and her Spongebob decorated fluffy pajama shorts that she got in college as a joke but really ended up being her favorite item of clothing she owned, other than Harry’s shirt, of course) she slipped into bed and began scrolling on her phone.

Only what felt like 15 minutes later, a knock on her door broke Y/N out of the trance she was in and she sighed a bit, pulling the covers back and grumbling as she made her way to the door, annoyed at whoever was behind it-oh.

Harry looked at her as she swung the door open for him and he immediately grinned. “Hi, love.”She could never stay mad at him. “Hey, H.” She smiled at him, still a bit confused. “What’s up?” He ran a hand thorough his hair and retained eye contact with her, before speaking.

“Sleepover?”

She nodded and let him in, and immediately he went to her suitcase without a word, pulling out some her biggest sweatpants and stripping to his boxers, slipping the joggers on and keeping his shirt off. Y/N suddenly was reminded of all of Harry’s tattoos she knew none of the meanings behind.

Sleepovers were common with the two of them, and they always occurred in Harry’s suite, Y/N on the way too comfortable couch, and Harry guiltily on the bed even though she insisted she take the couch because “We can’t have your back hurting when you preform!” And he couldn’t say no when she also said “Please?” and looked at him with those soft eyes.

So now it was a bit different, being in her room, because 1, there was only one bed that they would both consequently end up sleeping on, and 2, Y/N and Harry’s feelings had both developed a bit further than friendly (although neither knew about the other’s).

She hesitantly crawled back into her bed and patted at the area right beside her, which Harry quickly traveled over to, lifting his side of the comforter and pulling it over the both of them while Y/N leaned over to the night-stand and grabbed the T.V. remote. She plopped back into the pillows and started scrolling through random channels, trying to find a decent movie for the two of them to fall asleep to.

All the while, Harry was attempting to look at the T.V. but the light was shining on her face in a way that just made her look so pretty, not that she wasn’t always pretty, but she seemed to always look the best when she was in her natural state, no makeup, no nice clothes, it was just all so domestic and the feeling overwhelmed him when he realized he wanted to be the one to see her like this every night.

Her eyes darted from the T.V. over to her right where Harry was curled up in the covers, and she could feel the burn of his eyes on her. Now that really didn’t help with her insecurities, and as she continued switching through the channels she found herself burying under the covers more and more. Soon, she landed on a stupid rom-com that she’s seen a few times before but she never really knows what it’s about because her attention gets easily dragged away from it.

She puts the remote back on the table and flips back around to be face to face with Harry, who was now looking at her with furrowed brows. “Why’re you burying yourself under the covers?” He asked with a frown, and she lulled her head away from him then back, biting the inside of her cheek. “M’just a bit cold.”

His brows raised because he knew full well it wasn’t cold at all in this room, in fact it was quite hot, but he didn’t want to deal with her lying and thinking she could get away with it, so he pulled the covers off of himself, which actually cooled him off a good amount and piled them all on top of her. “Hey!” She cried out, muffled by the fabric on top of her. “M’hot, so I figured you could have my covers.”

He heard a bit of grumbling and the covers were flung off of the bed entirely in a few seconds, Y/N sitting up and leaning on her arms breathing a bit heavy and turning to Harry with a stink in her eye. He just flashed his signature cheeky grin and she grabbed her pillow and hit him over the head before placing it back and pulling the sheets over her body.

“Ow! You fucker.”

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Harry was sure about a lot of the things he did.

Like when One Direction split up, he didn’t remain in constant contact with the boys, and while it was difficult at first, they all needed a break, and it just made it so much better when they met up to hang out again. Or when him and Camille both decided it was for the best that they break up and they remain friends to this day. And of course, he was sure about bringing Y/N on tour.

She was possibly one of the best people he had ever worked with, and one of the best friends he’s ever had. He was sure about getting close with her, and he was sure about keeping her close. Only, now keeping her close meant keeping her arms length apart, because if he got any closer he wouldn’t be able to handle being with her any closer than a few little touches and hugs and cheek and forehead kisses, not when he couldn’t have her.

So it was safe to say when he opened his eyes the next morning with Y/N flung over him, her leg between his own, her arm wrapped around his chest with her face pressed into the junction of his shoulder and neck, and her warm soft breaths hitting his bare skin, making goosebumps pimple, he freaked out. 1, because friends did NOT cuddle like this, and 2, the close contact was making his chest clench and his lower abdomen heat up.

He let out a shaky breath and thanked his lucky stars Y/N was a deep sleeper, and slowly slid out from under her, ignoring how his arms were wrapped around her and his hands were touching her bare skin where her shirt (his shirt really, and that just made it about a billion times worse) had ridden up in the night. As he was pulling his torso from her body after getting his legs out, she let out a whine and her grip on his back tightened.

His heart beat wildly fast, so fast he wouldn’t be surprised if he looked down and saw it moving through his skin, and he stilled, terrified that she was awake. A few minutes went by, and she didn’t stir anymore, so after chalking her movements up to a dreaming Y/N, he moved a hand and gently took her soft hand off of his bare skin, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

Finally he’s out of bed, and slipping on the clothes he wore the night before, folding the sweats he borrowed and putting them back in her suitcase. He grabs his phone off the other side table Y/N never used and reaches her door, making the terrible mistake of looking back. Y/N’s face is smushed into the pillow he put under her head, her lips sightly open as she slept and her arms now curled around the pillow Harry had used last night, and he would swear on his mum’s life that she was breathing in his scent if not for the fact that he was certain she didn’t like him the way he liked her, and he didn’t want to barter his mum’s life on something so uncertain.

His chest clenched for what felt like the billionth time this morning and even if he didn’t know it then, he had already decided that he couldn’t handle this anymore, whatever this was, and began to push the sleeping girl out of his mind and heart, in order to save himself from future heartbreak.

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When Y/N woke up, her bed was empty, and she had never felt akin to a bed until that morning.

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The last time Harry really spoke to Y/N was the night he slept over.

It had been a little over a month since then, and she was trying really hard not to let it get to her, but seeing as Harry interacted just fine with everyone else, and his problem seemed to be with just Y/N, she couldn’t help the nagging feeling that she had somehow scared him off.

A week after he slept over, the only times he spoke to her were for performances and work-related things, and her mind had been swarming with questions. Did she say something about him, or to him while she was sleeping? Sure, she had a dream about him, but it wasn’t anything dirty (although that had happened a few times before), they were just at a carnival and there was a ride in which they got to fly, it was quite fun. Did she cuddle him too much? Sure she could be really touchy when she’s tired, but so can Harry if his wandering hands (only in appropriate places) when they had movie nights were anything to go by.

So her questions went unanswered, and her attempts to speak with him were fruitfully ignored, whether that be he pretends he didn’t hear her the first time, or if he excuses himself before answering because he had to talk to someone about something.

Everyone else in the band noticed, and Y/N didn’t know it, but everyone at tried to talk to Harry about it at least once. Adam mentioned how Y/N and Harry seemed to have drifted apart and Harry only hummed in agreement, making it obvious he didn’t want to talk about it. Charlotte had asked Harry if he was doing okay, to which he responded “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” And she didn’t feel like it was her place to tell him that Y/N had come to her crying about Harry’s actions, or lack thereof, towards her and she didn’t know what was wrong. Sarah was blunt with Harry, telling him how it was obvious Y/N and him weren’t speaking and asking what had happened to which Harry shrugged it off and told her that “people grow apart”, and it wasn’t anything personal. Mitch had tried to the same, to no avail, despite being even more blunt than everyone else.

And that led them here, 15 minutes before Harry’s second, and last night in L.A. on his tour before they head to New York. He was quite looking forward to it, excited to see the few friends who couldn’t make it the night before. It was easy, going out with people after the performance, not having to think about Y/N as he drinks the night away.

He looked in the mirror in front of him, patting the invisible dust off of his pearl adorned blazer and pants, the wife-beater under his coat so thin his tattoos could be traced. Usually after he was dressed he would pop into the band’s dressing room just to shake off the nerves beforehand, but he stopped doing that after he began to push himself away from Y/N. There would be no where else to sit but next to her, and that didn’t help his overwhelming need to hold her. So instead, he made his way to the couch in his room, relaxing for the few minutes he had.

Y/N on the other hand was sitting in the dressing room with Sarah, Mitch, Charlotte, and Adam, all conversing about how ready they were, the energy in L.A. the night before had been off the charts, and they were more than excited to feel it again. All Y/N could think about, however, was that this just meant there was one more show to play, then tour would be over, and there would be no more reason to be in Harry’s band. Not when he clearly didn’t want to be friends with her anymore, and she thinks this is the worst she’s ever felt in a long, long time.

。:°ஐ

The first part of the show goes really well. Harry is hyping up the audience, and everyone is smiling. “She” was the next song they were to play after Harry stopped interacting with the audience and Y/N was excited. It was one of her favorite songs to play, and she loved just stopping and listening when Mitch did his solo. He usually did the more detailed guitar work, while Y/N worked with the backing chords.

“Alright, the next song we’ll be playing is “She”, let’s make sure not to get Mitch’s ego too high afterwards though.” Harry had laughed into the mic, walking back to the stand and clicking the mic into place. Then, it began. It was good, it really was, until Y/N noticed that Harry had faltered a bit in the chorus, and her eyes followed his own to the blonde hair in the VIP section. It was her, Camille, the muse behind this entire album. Her heart stuttered as she noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was gorgeous, prettier than all of the pictures she’s seen.

And Harry was looking only at her in the crowd. It was then, that Y/N started to go a bit haywire. He began to sing the chorus, and she guesses her fingers held the pick a bit tighter, and strummed bit harder, because after 10 seconds of playing she realized she could no longer hear his voice. Almost immediately did she soften the strumming and look up to see Harry turn to face her, confusion and anger, maybe, written all across his face. She ignores it and continues to play until the song is over. She’s not listening when the crowd cheers, but she regrets tuning in when Harry introduces the next song on the set list, how he says that it’s possibly one of his favorites, and meet’s his ex’s eyes when he starts to play Cherry.

It’s then that Y/N breaks. She keeps her eyes down, and her strumming quiet, just incase she falters (which she does about 2 times), and when her mouth moves up to sing the backing vocals she realizes that her eyes are welling up and her throat is closing in. She closes her mouth and continues to play the guitar, missing Harry’s look back at her, and the rest of the band’s attempt to conceal the fact that she had stopped singing in the middle of the verse.

The rest of the show goes on, and her tears are held back when they all wave goodbye, and when they rush offstage, and when Harry’s hand brushes her arm that she’s sure was a mistake (it wasn’t), and they continue to be held back until she bursts into the unisex restroom just a mere 20 feet away from the dressing rooms. She locks herself in a stall and sits on the closed toilet seat, shaking hands covering her face as she chokes on her sobs, knowing she would never be enough for Harry, thinking about how he want’s nothing to do with her, and how big of a mistake she made going on tour with them, because if she didn’t, then she wouldn’t have fallen in love with Harry, and she wouldn’t be feeling this way.

What feels like hours, but was actually just 15 minutes of her crying all the tears she could cry, she decided it was better to mope in her own hotel room rather than in a public place where anyone could walk in. She steps out of the stall and doesn’t bother looking in the mirror, only washes her hands, then rinses her face, patting it dry with a cheap brown paper towel. She crumples it up and tosses it in the trashcan, walking out of the restroom to see Harry outside of his dressing room, his arms wrapped around Camille in an intimate embrace.

Intruding would be a good word to describe how she felt right then, and quickly did she speed walk the other way, trying not to let any more tears fall as she opens the door to the bands dressing room to see Sarah and Mitch packing up her things. One look at her was all it took to break the dam that held her tears, and she covered her mouth with her hand, her head falling down and her other arm wrapping around her stomach, maybe it would make things better.

Sarah quickly hands Mitch Y/N’s bag that held her sweats, sweatshirt, purse, and phone she brought to the venue, and takes the girl into a much needed embrace. She cried into Sarahs chest for a bit, snotty apologies from Y/N that Sarah waved off, insisting it was okay, and that she would be okay.

After calming her down a bit and receiving a hug from Mitch, she takes her bag and walks into one of the privacy divider boxes, changing into the clothes she would wear tomorrow on the flight, and tonight to sleep in. Mitch and Sarah lead her out of the venue with all of their arms locked, and bring her to the car, the hotel, and lastly her room.

“We’re right next door, if you need anything. Are you sure you don’t want us to stay?” Sarah asked, biting her lip in anxiousness. Y/N shook her head, her puffy eyes hurting from the movement. “No, I’m gonna be okay. Thank you- um, can-can you not tell anyone? I just-”

“Of course we won’t tell anyone,” Mitch interrupts her, making sure she won’t start crying again, because if there’s something he wants least, it’s to see her cry. “We’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?”

Y/N nods, and they all hug and part with declarations of love and goodnight’s.

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Harry just arrived at the hotel after a quick late dinner with Camille at her flat, catching up and eating some really good Chinese take-out. It was always good seeing her, they weren’t super close anymore of course, she had a new boyfriend now, he was there too actually, a really fine lad that he thinks Camille deserves, but he enjoyed getting to see her with no bad-blood.

So the night was going good, other than Y/N’s weird guitar mishap and her faltering voice during the show, that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Well, it was going good, until Mitch called him after Harry sent him a text talking about how he was back at the hotel, and told him that he was really stupid. Told Harry that Y/N seemed really hurt earlier, and how he thinks that Harry ignoring her caught up to her. Of course, Mitch knew it was partially untrue, but to remain loyal to Y/N he couldn’t tell Harry why she was so upset, and exactly how upset Y/N really was.

Upon hearing this, Harry’s mood deflated and he rushed to Y/N’s hotel room, knocking a few times with a soft “It’s me, Harry.” through the door. Y/N heard it, but there was no way in hell she would open the door for him, so she feigned sleep and hoped he wouldn’t attempt to wake her up. “Are you awake, love?” No answer. “Pet?” No answer. “Okay, well, I just wanted to talk to you, um, but we can do that tomorrow, I-um, I’m sorry.”

He left, after that, leaving her to curl up in her covers alone, tears leaking from her eyes.

The next morning was anything but fun, they were to wake up at 6 and catch the 7:30 AM flight from L.A. to New York. Of course, everyone one in the band and a few others got first class, while the rest of the crew rode on Harry’s rented private jet, to hold all the equipment that wasn’t provided at the venue.

So this meant that Y/N and Harry would have to be stuck in the same cabin of a plane together for about 5 and a half hours. Luckily they weren’t designated to sit next to each other, but Harry had other plans.

He switched tickets with a hesitant Charlotte and got the aisle seat, where Y/N would have the window seat. He got on first, and got settled in, biting his lip in nerves, he wasn’t really sure how he would be able to explain away all of his actions to her, but he knew that he had to, he didn’t want to loose Y/N.

Y/N stepped onto the plane, flashing a fake smile at the flight attendant who obviously noticed her puffy eyes and frowning face. Her eyes darted from the row number and seat letter to the ones on the top of the cabin, and when she found the matching pair of seats, there he was, in all his sweatpants-sweatshirt covered glory.

Her mouth opened to tell him she didn’t want to sit next to him, but when he looked up at her with a soft smile, all she could do was close her lips and sigh, squeezing past him to plop down in the seat with the window.

He didn’t try to speak to her, and she did the same, but he really wanted to. Wanted to ask her how she was, what she had been doing when they stopped talking (or when he stopped talking to her), if her Mom was still working at the job she wanted to quit or if she finally did it, if she still wanted to get a cat when tour was over, but he just couldn’t.

He had no idea where to even start, does he talk to her, then hope the conversation will lead to a place where he can apologize, or does he just apologize straight up, but have no explanation as to why he hurt her in the first place.

The internal battle lasted until they landed, when they got off the plane, traveled to the hotel, and when they went to their respective suites.

Y/N considered herself lucky that Harry had decided to not speak to her on the flight. That wouldn’t have given her an option to opt out of the conversation, and she knew he was smarter than that. She didn’t know however, that when she opened the door to her hotel room after a hasty knock, expecting another member of the band, that Harry would be standing in front of it, his eyes widened in anxiety.

“Wh-”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, interrupting her and walking past her into her room that she hadn’t invited him into. “I’m so sorry for ignoring you, and-and not talking to you when you tried to talk to me. You didn’t deserve it, I’m sorry.”

Her brows raised in surprise and she shut the door behind him, staying near the entrance. As her mouth opened to accept the apology, her mind raced through how she had been feeling the past month and instead she said, “It’s been a fucking month Harry, I-I thought everything was fine, and then one day you just decided to cut me out?”

“I know,” He stepped closer to her, guilt rushing through him. “I know, it was stupid of me, and I shouldn’t have, but I didn’t even know what to say. You wouldn’t even look at me on the flight and I-“

He was interrupted by her walking up and pushing her finger against his chest. “I wouldn’t talk to you?” She scoffed, tears brimming her eyes. “I-what did you expect after you pushed me away for a month, no warning, no reason-”

“Of course I had a reason!” Harry raised his voice, eyes watery as well. “I fucking love you! That’s why, and-and we were getting too close than friends should, and I couldn’t handle not being with you.”

Silence.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m so sorry-mmph!”

His apology was silenced by her lips on his, and his eyes widened as he realized what was happening. They fluttered closed, and his arms wrapped around her torso, while her hands were placed on his cheeks and wowthiswasreallyhappeningandhewasn’tdreamingwashedreamingnohewasn’t-

Y/N pulled away with a deep breath in and laughed a bit, her forehead resting against his. “If you didn’t catch on with that, I love you too.”

Harry laughed and cheekily grinned, pulling her even closer than she was before. “Really? I’m not sure I got it, can you help me understand a bit more?”

She swatted his chest and kissed him once more. “Cheeky bastard.”

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