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mytherapyisreading14 · 27 days ago

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omg loved the professor spencer fic!!!

I was thinking of a plot for pt2 (in case you ever continue it): reader decides to act even more bratty. maybe they run into each other at a bar or smth. she’s dressed up all sexy and flirting with a guy relentlessly and Spencer notices the whole time. when she goes to the restroom, he follows her secretly, and locks both of them inside a stall. He then asks her what tf she’s doing with “what’s-his-face” and she replies “trying to go home with someone who can make me come” and Spencer’s MAD. he becomes all possessive and proceeds to make her come so many times she can’t walk in the end😩

The Professor Effect | pt. 2

Summary: Since that day in Spencer's office, he's been ignoring you. But when he unexpectedly shows up at the same club as you, you decide to take advantage of the situation and make him jealous.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Smut (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: alcohol consumption mentioned, kissing, dirty talk, fingering, oral sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that), dom!spencer

Word Count: 3,1k

Author‘s Note: You can find Part 1 here. I recommend to read it first because the story makes more sense then. I really loved this request btw because I wanted to write another part too!! :) I changed it a little bit, but I hope you still like how it turned out!

You're ready. Ready to pull yourself together. Ready to regain your focus. Ready for him. For what he said. The lecture hall is almost empty, but you're already sitting there, waiting for him. In front of you on the table are your notebook and your textbook, marked to the brim.

You wanted to feel his hands on your body again. You want him to kiss your neck again, whisper naughty things in your ear and bend you over his table to take what's his. But more than all that, you want him to make you come and you knew it would only work if you functioned.

You've been frustrated ever since that day in his office. Everything he did felt so good, and you want more. Need more. And he let you down. And nothing, nothing feels as good as his hands, his tongue, his cock. Nothing will ever feel as good.

And now you're sitting here, hyper-focused as soon as he comes in. You check in. Constantly. Your analyses are perfect, you made sure they are. You even continue reading during your break, highlighting, taking notes, preparing questions. Your hand writes down everything, as if it were remotely controlled.

And Spencer? He sees right through you. He is at the front, talking about perpetrator motives in the context of family trauma. You want to jump up, join in the discussion, contribute something, prove to him that you're there. But every time you raise your hand his gaze passes over you. He ignores you, only talking to others.

You hate it, hate him for acting like this now. So you decide that on the next day, you’ll wear the red top that caught his eye the first time. To your disadvantage, it doesn’t work and it makes you even angrier, even more frustrated. You try everything to get his attention. Your notes are perfect. Your gaze searches for him again. And again. Nothing. No movement. No reaction.

On Friday, you're packing up your things slowly as the lecture ends. Spencer is still at the front, talking to a student. You stand up slowly and give him one last, steady look. He doesn't even lift his head. When you're outside, you take a deep breath. The air is cold. It cuts into your lungs. And then... it hits you.

You don't want this anymore. You don't want to play this game anymore. You don't want to fight for a look, for a smile. For something that may have only felt real for a moment. If he wants you, he should damn well make the first move.

The warm, stuffy air of the bar hits you. It's filled with the smell of alcohol, sweat and perfume. Glasses clink together, people are laughing, dancing and flirting with each other. The loud music makes your heart race and you can feel the slight nervousness in your stomach slowly transforming into a tingling, exciting sensation as you let the door close behind you.

You move with your best friend through the large crowd, the dance floor vibrates beneath your feet. You are wearing your favorite dress tonight. High-necked in the front, but so tight that it hugs every curve. It's soft, almost silky, and falls gently over your hips, accentuating your waist and enveloping your legs, which appear a little longer.

Your skin still glistens slightly from the rain outside, which has left small, cool drops on your shoulders. You immediately feel a lot of eyes on you, but you don't care. Today this is what you want, what you hoped for when you took the dress out of the closet and got ready for the night. Your best friend needs distraction after her breakup, and you need distraction from Spencer. That's why you've decided to go out.

You order drinks and sit down at the bar. "To us," she says as you clink glasses together and take a sip. You stay a little while but the music is good and practically draws you away from the bar and onto the dance floor. You surrender to the music, dancing freely, losing yourself in the rhythm. For a moment, there is only you, the music, the crowd.

And then he appears.

You don't immediately feel it, the presence that suddenly manifests in your field of vision. But there he is. Spencer. In a darker corner, sitting at a table with a couple of other people. You're so caught up in the moment that it takes a few seconds for your brain to register reality. Why is he here? Why now?

For a moment, you're unsure how to act. You want to turn around and leave. But then another feeling pushes itself to the forefront - defiance. Anger. And above all, the desire to show him that you're no longer the person he can simply ignore. You take a deep breath, put on a confident smile, and turn back to the dance floor.

The music is loud in your ears, the crowd around you suddenly feels like a stage and you're the star now. His gaze meets yours - sharp, intense, full of unspoken words. You're in your element, dancing with an open smile, your dress lifting slightly with every movement, your body moving effortlessly as if you were one with the music.

And then there's this guy. He approaches you at the perfect time, offers you his hand, and asks if you want to dance with him. You take it immediately, without any hesitation. Of course you do it on purpose. Because you know Spencer sees it. Because you want him to feel what you felt back then, when he ignored you after that night in his office, as if everything between you was forgotten or never happened.

Spencer sits with his team in a more quiet, darker corner. The drink in front of him is untouched, the foam on the rim of the glass long gone. His gaze is fixed on you, while his body remains still. "Spence? What's wrong?" JJ leans toward him, her voice slightly confused and questioning. She senses the change in his face.

"Only students," Spencer murmurs curtly, avoiding looking directly at you. "From my class." It's an excuse, a weak lie he barely believes himself. Rossi frowns and exchanges a glance with Morgan, who silently observes the situation. Emily grimaces and grins, her voice dry. "You mean the student you're currently undressing with your eyes? Sure, just academic interest."

Spencer remains silent, his gaze fixed on you, as if he can hold you there. You continue dancing, the music filling your senses, your movements becoming bolder. The guy puts his hand on your back, almost demandingly. You don't resist. On the contrary, you turn toward him and move even closer.

His fingers glide over your skin like a promise, along your waist, so lightly that you feel every moment. You allow it, because you want Spencer to see how close he is to you and how easily you slip away from him. The man leans forward and whispers something in your ear. You chuckle softly, a sound that cuts through the loud music.

It's a moment of intimacy and provocation at the same time. Just as you raise your head, your eyes meet Spencer's again. Challenging him. He freezes. His jaw tenses, his shoulders harden, and his eyes seem darker now, burning with raw emotion. Pain, anger, and desire fight a silent war in his gaze, open and exposed.

He slowly raises his glass, takes a long sip. Then another. The alcohol is only a small consolation against the images that greet him on the dance floor. You step even closer to the man. Your lips almost touch his ear as you whisper something to him. All that matters is that Spencer thinks you're saying something confidential, something forbiddenly intimate.

You want him to regret how he's treated you. Every ignored glance, every single day you were invisible to him. Then you slowly pull away from the man. In one fluid motion, you brush a strand of hair from your face, giving him a small, confident smile. Then you make your way through the crowd, step by step, slowly yet purposefully, toward the restrooms.

You've barely entered the room when you hear the door fly open. He pushed it open with such a force that it slams against the wall. You turn around – and there he is. Spencer. His face is serious, his eyes sparkling with a mix of anger and jealousy. Before you can react, he closes the door behind you.

You're in one of the small booths, cramped, shielded from the noisy bar. The air is suddenly thick, full of unspoken tension. "What the hell are you doing with that guy out there?" he asks and you can tell that he’s really angry.

You raise an eyebrow, a cheeky smile playing on your lips. "Try to go home with someone who really makes me come," you reply. His face twists. You can feel his hands bracing themselves against the sides of the booth, wanting to get closer - and yet he pauses, almost challengingly.

"Do you really think he can take you like I do?" His voice is raspy. "Do you think he knows what you need?" he murmurs, barely more than a breath. You roll your eyes and lean back as far as possible. "Unlike you, yes." Deep down, you know this game has only just begun. Spencer laughs. "I know exactly how to give you orgasm after orgasm. I just chose not to." You feel the tension between you growing, drawing you both in.

Despite everything, despite the game, despite the rage lurking beneath the surface. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer. You feel his heartbeat - fast and strong - right beneath your hand. Spencer leans forward, his lips brushing your neck, leaving a trail of warmth that makes you shiver. A soft sigh escapes you, and a sparkle flickers in his eyes that you can only interpret as pure temptation. "Then show me," you say.

“Oh believe me, sweetheart - I will.” He slams you against the wall, his lips pressing against yours, shutting you up. You clutch the collar of his shirt as he hoists you up in his arms and dugs his fingers into your ass. Your legs wrap around his waist in no time. He presses against you, igniting lust in your lower belly when he rolls his hips, his hard cock pressing against you. He bites your lower lip harder and growls before he gently sucks the pain away.

His hands find the zipper behind your back and he begins to open it, his eyes fixed on yours. You whimper at how commanding he looks when he does that. The dress you’re wearing is strapless and the minute you arch your back it slides down and pools at your feet. You are completely naked, except for your soaked panties and your heels. He lowers himself to your breasts and starts to kiss them before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking eagerly.

“You’re so gorgeous. And all mine. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, do you understand?” he asks and you nod. He bites down on your nipple and you whimper. “I already told you the last time. Words, sweetheart,” he says and shakes his head in disappointment. “On - only you,” you manage to breath out and he gives you a satisfied look before he continues his actions.

You try to rub yourself against him, to relief some of the build up pleasure but he keeps moving away, making sure to tease you and not give you what you want again. He gives you another kiss before he kneels down in front of you, kissing down your belly until he’s between your thighs, where you need him the most.

He uses his teeth to lower your panties down your legs and looks up to you for a second. It's the hottest thing you've ever seen and you feel like you could come just from the sight. Your legs are shaking in excitement. He sees it and can't help but grin. "Do you like what you see, sweetheart? Do you think that pathetic man out there would do that? Kneel in front of you here? Taking your panties off like that?” he asks.

You shake your head. “No, he - he wouldn’t,” you say and he hums in approval. “That’s right. He wouldn’t,” he says before he buries his nose between your thighs and licks up a strip between your folds. You feel like you’re going to burst out of your skin. "This pussy is mine. And now, I want you to spread your legs for me,” he says and you obey. He kisses your clit, flicking his tongue over it again and again. It feels even better than the last time he did it.

“Spread them wider for me, sweetheart,” he says before he throws one of your legs over his shoulder. He slips his hand between your thighs now too, teasing you with his fingers while he continues to eat you out. You are embarrassingly wet. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of you then, slowly at first. Moans escapes your lips every time he his fingers curl and hit your g-spot.

His other hand travels up to your breasts again, twisting one nipple roughly. Every time you try to touch him, to run a hand through his hair, he grabs them and holds them in a tight grip, taking control over you completely. He applies more pressure on your clit and you can feel the waves of pleasure rushing over you. “I- I’m close,” you whisper. “I know. But you only get to come when you beg me,” Spencer says.

“I hate you,” you say through gritted teeth and give him an angry look again. “Don't look like that, sweetheart. This time it's completely up to you whether you come or not,” he says, curling his fingers deep inside of you again. A shiver runs down your spine and you know that you don’t have a choice. “Please, Spencer, I - I want to come.”

He increases his pace and you swear you can see stars. “I didn’t quite hear that, you have to speak louder, sweetheart,” he teases again and if you weren't so incredibly turned on, you would have made a sharp comment about that now. But you want to - need to - come and decide it’s easier to just give in. “Please, Spencer. I want to come. Please, make me come,” you say again, louder this time. “Good girl,” he says and increases his pace again, sucking at your clit.

The combination of his tongue and his fingers, his grip on your thighs, his nose against your clit, his voice - everything feels so good and the next second you explode from within, moaning his name so loud that you’re afraid somebody is going to hear you. Your legs are shaking from the intense orgasm and you have to hold onto his shoulders in order to stop your body from sliding down.

Spencer stands up and pushes you against a bathroom sink - still fully clothed - and unzips his dress pants. “Already fucked out and I only made you come once. Let’s see how much more you can take,” he says and the words sound like heaven in your ears. Finally he’s giving you what you want. You pull him closer to you by his tie, clawing at his suit as an excuse to touch him and opening your legs as far as you can with him pinning you against the sink.

Your back hurts a little bit, but you couldn’t care less. He strokes his cock first before running it through your folds, teasing you yet again. “Spencer, please,” you whimper and he leans down to kiss you. “Yes, sweetheart?” he asks, acting oblivious. “Just fuck me already,” you say, pressing against him. “Eager, aren’t we?” he chuckles and hits your clit with his tip. You moan and pull him closer against you. He takes the opportunity and thrusts into you.

Your eyes roll back in pleasure. He is so hard, his cock so thick and hot, you feel like you’re going to die from the intense pleasure. The more you moan, the more intense his movements became. Rougher, deeper, faster, like he was punishing you. You can feel him throb inside you, hitting your g-spot again and again and again, his hand sneaking toward your ass.

A few more thrusts, and you can feel the second orgasm already climbing up from your toes to the rest of your body. You moan louder and he thrusts deeper inside of you. "Close" you whimper and he picks up his speed. “Me too,” he pants and you clench around him. It sends you over the edge, your orgasms hitting both of you hard. You can feel his warm, thick cum in spurts inside of you, and your eyes close due to the overwhelming feeling.

He continues to fuck you through it and you swear you never felt pleasure like this before. Your whole body is shivering and you have to hold onto him yet again. “So good,” you breath out and he smiles back, looking so heartbreakingly beautiful that for a moment, it occurs to you that you might never recover from this man. Not that you ever want to.

You stay in the position for a while, both of you recovering from the intense orgasms you just had. Your skin burns, your pulse pounds in your ears. You lean against the wall, breathing heavily. Then he suddenly leans forward, picking up your dress and your panties. He helps you putting your panties back on before he zips the dress up slowly, careful not to hurt you.

He adjusts the dress on your body, his fingers casually brushing your thighs, gliding over the line of your waist. But there's tension in his posture. An unspoken residue in the air. "Do you think he could have done that?" he asks again. Your body is still trembling slightly, your legs barely stable. You exhale, short, brittle, and take just enough strength for an honest, quiet word. "No..."

He stays behind you for a moment. You feel his gaze on your neck, his breath on your skin. Then he pushes a strand of hair back from your face and kisses you. "Good." Then he looks at you with a gaze that undresses you again even though you've just put your clothes back on. "We're going home now." A pause. A slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. “You are still able to walk, which means I’m far from done with you tonight.”

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oh-no-its-bird · 9 months ago

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Thinking about my desire for a mistaken identity time travel fic where Obito and Sasuke get tossed into the warring states, but bc Sasuke looks like an Izuna clone and Obito for some reason gets the wild hair look back, they keep being mistaken for Madara and Izuna.

Notably, they keep being mistaken for Madara and Izuna as they are in the middle of attempting to beat the ever-loving shit out of eachother.

And because Obito likes causing problems for Madara and Sasuke shrimply does not give a fuck and might even appreciate the fake identity alibi, they do nothing to actually deny the mistaken identity. Obito actually encourages it, usually by loudly agreeing with whoever shouts "omg its Uchiha Madara" as he lights shit on fire.

Anything to cause the real Madara more problem, right? Karma, bitch aa

He actually wants to cut his hair short again but the temptation of getting to continue to ruin Madara's reputation is too good, so he doesnt

ANYWAYS. Thinking about all of the above again w the context of my "Kakashi is related to and bears a resemblance to Tobirama" agenda thats been steadily growing in like. Actually, I think almost every Kakashi fic Ive written so far (oops)

Maybe I want Kakashi in this now. Maybe I'm also thinking about Tenzo, who got the same "oh for some strange reason my hair is longer now" treatment as Obito and with the Mokuton, can now be mistake as Hashirama by those who have never seen him. Or even people who have seen him but logically assume he's wearing a henge.

There's only one known man with the power of Mokuton-- why would the ever believe it wasn't Hashirama (unless they were close enough to the man to truly doubt it on a personal level)

I have no real ideas for an overarching plot, but like. Obito, Sasuke, Kakashi and Tenzo mistaken identity time travel my beloved,,

Kakashi and Tenzo traveled + landed together and Obito and Sasuke did the same so neither group is aware of the other

(Kakashi and Obito eventually figure it out bc of the shared eye connection I think)

But in the mean time they actually keep managing to avoid each other bc they'll hear rumors ab "Uchiha Madara" being spotted in the town over (Obito continues to be very loud about it very on purpose) and then avoid going there, while Sasuke hears the same, figures its Obito, and sprints over to try and bash his face in

Obito finally eventually gets cornered by Kakashi, Tenzo, and Sasuke and gets his shit rocked fr fr send tweet

Sasuke and Kakashi bonding moment(s) where we tackle the uhh. Everything. Of canon. And Sasuke gives Kakashi a crumb of respect back or smthn

Idk but I just want to see Sasuke call him sensei, don't ask me how we'd get there

Meanwhile when they're finally like, exposed or whatever there's just SUCH a mess there to be had

I'm choosing Uchiha Hikaku as my first contact bc I love him dearly and think he serves as good middleground between ranks of importance and relevance

So like. Picture this.

You are Hikaku. You're sent out to investigate some rumors about Madara and Izuna fucking shit up and causing a general mess some ways away. A henge, a slander campaign, the real Madara-sama is sure.

You get there and find 3 people fighting.

(Obito, Kakashi and Tenzo's first interaction. It's tense. They may all come from the final battle, after Obito changed his mind, but there were a lot of things left unsaid and also they all probably just wanna beat the shit out of eachother anyways. Things happen, things are said, a fight is had)

Two of them bear a passing resemblance to Madara and Tobirama respectively, and the 3rd has the look of a Senju to him.

Ok. So, Senju slander campaign? Gone... wrong, he'd assume by the fact that they were all fighting.

You then recognize that the fake Madara has mismatched eyes (!!!! What the fuck !!! Culturally significant thing there !! Was he born like that? Was it a transplant?)

And the fake Tobirama(?) has a whole stolen sharingan he seems to be ACTIVLEY using (WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!! SOUND THE ALARMS!!!!! BLOODLINE THIEF ALERT !!!!!!!!)

You debate between just watching or entering the fight, but then the fake Tobirama makes some sort of reference to his sharingan eye belonging to the fake Madara's.

All thoughts come to a screeching halt.

Ok. So. Gonna get involved now.

There's a clear side here (Uchiha vs potential Senju) Hikaku can not leave his clanmate to die, and he doesn't yet know how he might have been involved in the slander campaign so it's honestly best to put this guy in his pocket and bring him back to Madara anyways

So Hikaku enters the battle, everyone makes appropriate shocked pikachu faces bc no one noticed him and aw shit it's gonna get more complicated, cool, awesome, great

(Also note; Hikaku became the eventual Uchiha head after Madara's defection so there's also a "oh shit no way" reaction from Obito specifically who knows this information. And also maybe Kakashi who I imagine knows a lot of Konoha's history and politics)

Battle continues, Tenzo uses Mokuton, Hikaku gets appropriately freaked the FUCK out at the idea of another mokuton user

Then Sasuke comes crashing out of nowhere , yay !!!

(Kakashi and Tenzo, who did not know Sasuke was here yet and are only seeing him for the first time, make more surprised pikachu faces)

Sasuke, who... possibly knew Kakashi and Tenzo were around and may have been avoiding them, wanting to signal that for now at least they were all on the same side (against Obito) nods to Kakashi specifically and gives a tense and sort of stilted, "sensei."

SO. HIKAKU IS KIND OF GOING THROUGH IT OVER HERE NOW.

Sasuke is a dead fucking wringer for Izuna in the way that only a direct relation can be. I'm talking they could absoloutley pass for twins kind of relation. Worst of all, they look around the same age (Sasuke is only a few years younger)

Hikaku is no longer fighting with a strange Uchiha against Senju agents he's now fighting with an Uchiha against another Uchiha (who's a dead wringer for his clan heir !!!!) He does not know who to believe or what side to exist on.

(Had this false Izuna called the fake Tobirama sensei? Oh god—)

Things happen, whether they lose or escape I don't know but it ends with an incredibly confused and concerned Hikaku returning to the Uchiha clan compound with tales of bloodline theft, another mokuton user, and horrifically— A possible sibling, lost and raised by the senju in secret.

Yeah. So. Madara won't react well to that. Madara won't react well to that at all.

(Izuna won't either, in the slightest. Does... does he have a twin...? Did he have a twin once, lost too early for their parents to bear to tell them...?)

It's incredibly hard for the Senju to deny any involvement when Hikaku has sharingan perfect memories to share of the fake-Izuna (Sasuke, they had called him Sasuke) standing side by side with a man who resembles Tobirama and another who is very fucking clearly using Mokuton. And that's "very fucking clearly using mokuton" seen by someone who has SEEN mokuton used in battle. Multiple times. He will not mistake it for anything else.

Anyways oops sorry for creating a horrible political scandal and also probably making the Uchiha/Senju wore like 10 times more charged teehee </3

(Obito doesn't give a shit. Sasuke swings violently between caring both too little and too much depending on the hour of the day and how the issue is framed. Kakashi and Tenzo are.... distracted. And undecided. And care about this issue from an "aw shit but Konoha wait no—" view point)

Ummmmm anyways endgame Konoha is made early (but possibly with a bit more blood involved) and Hikaku is made Hokage bc I fucking love Hikaku, yay the end !!!

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croquettish · 1 month ago

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That scene had my mouth hanging open! Like Jesus Christ Henry, that was BLATANT. The whole way that scene is structured says a lot- and its before any of the romance dialogue options pop up. So I think this is when Henry realizes that he doesn't care, that much, I think, about repressing his feelings- like he kind of gives up on being anxious and hiding and wondering if Hans will reciprocate- he thinks, "he won't." And from that gives himself the freedom to express his tender emotions without it being a confession that expects an answer. Thus his shock when he DOES get kissed later on.

I haven't been able to quite pinpoint the instant Hans hits the floor though.

You're SO RIGHT omg... Henry spends all game throwing little hints at Hans (and the player tbh) and Hans keeps giving him so so little because he's terrified of a) admitting anything either to himself or b) not having his feelings reciprocated. I do think Henry didn't expect it at all when Hans kissed him, but he's also been trying to RESIST for so long and so hard, in part because of what he knows of that moment carries so much weight between them.

In fact, I keep thinking about this post about how Henry feels like he's the axle around which the world turns:

Which, yes, is very funny if we think of it in the context of this being a video game and him being its protagonist, but it really made me realize how deeply meaningful it is that Hans kisses Henry first.

He tries all game to show Hans that he cares and never expects anything to come of it precisely because he's always the one who has to do everything, always the one who has to initiate everything, and if he doesn't, nothing ever changes. The world only changes if he changes it.

But here Hans makes the decision. He doesn't wait for Henry to make the first move, he kisses him. And it startles Henry so badly, shakes the very foundation of everything he knows and has come to experience in his video game life, that he rejects that advance, that unfamiliarity at first. Before realizing that no, this is also his choice. Hans has shown him what he wants, that he wants a change, in the most direct way possible, and unless he turns around and actively chooses the same in return he'll never have the thing he desperately wants but has been so terrified of wanting.

That kills me a bit. That just once he didn't have to be the one to do it. And it scared him, but he found his footing again, and this really is just the ship of all time????

AS FOR HANS!!! 👀

Not to be insane here but please picture me coming into this classroom glasses askew, learning materials overflowing in my hands, hands covered in chalkdust-- I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG AND I HAVE SO MANY RECEIPTS

I will preface this by saying that in no way do I think my meta on this is canon or correct in any way, it's just how I personally think it happened. I also know I already touched on this a tiny bit in my claustrophobia meta, but definitely not to this extent. So THANK YOU @ anon for giving me an excuse to do a deep dive!!!!

The first indication we get that there's more to Henry and Hans' relationship aside from the entirety of Next to Godliness and how Hans tells Henry he could kiss him after he rescues him in The Prey is in the DLC, The Amorous Adventures of Bold Sir Hans Capon, where Hans tells Henry that he'll have to look elsewhere for the love of his life (while staring right at him) and follows this up by insisting that at least he's capable of appreciating his romantic poetry!

Given the right dialogue options Henry has the chance to start flirting with Hans from like within the first thirty minutes of gameplay:

Henry... why did you say that... you had no reason to say that...

And then two seconds later you're given the option of explaining the nature of Henry's relationship with Theresa. If you don't go with the option of "nothing happened between me and Theresa," Tankard inevitably pushes for more and saucier details, and Henry has the chance to either shut down the conversation right there or... elaborate:

Sending some mixed signals there to your man, Henry...

Hans immediately jumps in to stop Henry:

Regardless of what Henry says, whether he denies anything ever happening with Theresa or he goes into explicit detail, he then proceeds to let out the deepest fucking sigh. In fact, there is a video up about precisely this sigh that I thought was intended to be a hilarious commentary, but after looking at the comments I'm not so sure anymore. Either way you spin it, however, both those offended and those gleefully rubbing their little paws together seem to equally view this as the first hint we get that there might be more to Hans' feelings than meets the eye.

It's also possible for this thought to spark in Hans' mind if you take the Miller Route to get to the wedding that the thought at the very least came up for him here. He quickly bats it away and of course Henry can go the Blacksmith route, but the potential for this thought to arise here exists.

So then, if not at the wedding (where he arguably exhibited quite a few jealous tendencies), then when?

Let's look at their romantic interactions, but backwards.

We know by the time of their romance scene, he knows. He knows all too well how he feels. He just has to work up the courage to do something about it.

Sidenote, it kills me a bit that this is the expression on his face after he realizes that Henry put his hand on his. Like he's trying to tell himself in that moment that if this is all he can ever have, maybe that's enough. Just knowing that the potential was there...

We also know that he knows by the time we run into him in the underground passageway during The Italian Job:

Something he only feels comfortable saying after Henry clarifies that this is about more than just obligation to him:

The "Maybe more than you know..." carries so much fucking weight there. It may as well have been an implicit confession. It's not surprising that Henry felt the need to be this upfront about how he feels, especially given how their interaction up on the ramparts moments earlier went.

(Add to that the fact that Henry almost died just then and it's not particularly surprising that he upped the ante by the time they're in the underground passageway.)

Henry tells him that he thinks they've been spending too little time together lately (of all the times to bring that up, Henry...) and Hans is like no no it's fine don't worry WE'LL BE BACK TO NORMAL BEFORE LONG, this whole gay thing between us might just be a fever dream for all we know!!

He throws it out there like it's meant to be bait for Henry. A test for him to either pass or fail. And honestly? It is. Henry is handed a little note with radio buttons that just reads "Are you 100% heterosexual? Do you really love women? Like really really really love women?" and here are the possible responses:

One of them fails. If Henry says he can't wait to go wenching again, all of Hans' fears are abated. But he's also crushed at the same time.

What a relief! Now I don't have to worry about these gay feelings anymore! ... oh. Now I won't have to worry about these gay feelings anymore.

But Henry answers correctly.

This conversation. I think I could write a whole paper on this interaction alone, I swear to god. Those are some PREGNANT FUCKING PAUSES between what they're saying here. It's like Henry is trying so fucking hard to say the quiet part out loud. Let's translate!

Henry: I like you. I like you a whole fucking lot. Haven't really been worried about wenches all that much.

Hans: Yeah. Obviously. Of course we like each other. And I'm sure we mean that in the same way... which is... actually I don't know which way we mean that...

Henry: Yeah I don't think you understood what I was saying at all. How obvious do I need to be exactly...

Hans: There's no way he likes me like that, right? Am I reading into things?

Hans panics! And promptly taps out. Like yelling out a safe word, he pulls out his safety harness heterosexuality and slams it down on the table.

I'm sharing the full screenshot here just to remind us of the 💪💪💪 he pulls. Holy shit he's trying SO HARD to blow off that entire interaction. Like setting up a safety he can gesture at just in case all of this is actually in his head. All of their romantic interactions make so much sense if you consider that both of them (but especially Hans) always have a church official standing right next to them, watching everything they do and scrutinizing everything they say.

It's entirely possible that things would be a bit different if Hans hadn't been engaged against his will. He just goes from cage to cage to cage in this game (once again thinking about my claustrophobia meta, don't mind me, there's a post about Hans and freedom/agency coming as well). As free as he felt after being rescued from Maleshov, he's immediately imprisoned again via the engagement. Hans almost always has shackles of a kind on him, and those shackles dictate his behavior in certain ways like they do here.

But we can conclude from this that he knows how he feels, even if he doesn't yet know how Henry feels.

The same circumstance applies when Henry has the opportunity to flatter him in Italian! (Incidentally this moment also shows up in tomorrow's fic update.) Does he know what he's saying? Is Henry just practicing his Italian? Did he also say this to the women? It's not inherently romantic if it's said to his bro just... casually.

And Hans knows Italian!!! Hans knew what Henry said, so the fact that he feels the need to clarify does suggest that he's aware of his feelings by the time they hole up in Ruthard Palace as well.

This is further corroborated by their conversation where Henry insists that he'd gladly trade places with Hans instead of going after the papal legate as he worries about leaving Rosa and Katherine with Brabant. And Hans responds by saying this:

Remember how I said that Hans tests Henry? Both of these interactions fit perfectly within that schema. Henry responds by asking, completely baffled, what he's on about:

And Hans is like oh don't worry about it bro my question meant NOTHING AT ALL.

Things are a bit murkier before this point, but not by much.

Their time at the Devil's Den and shortly after is marked by a pronounced jealousy over Sam's relationship with Henry. One could argue that he's unaware of his own feelings in all of this, not entirely sure why he feels so strangely jealous, but that's harder to argue in light of their little hunt out where they have the conversation about Hans' penchant for Karolinas.

This of course goes back further, to when we're told that Hans is dealing with his increasing claustrophobia by riding out to Bohunowitz and getting ridden there in turn:

Why does he lie? Why does he make this up?

We see something similar when he tells Henry about the bow he stole for him:

It seems to me fairly obvious that he's trying damn fucking hard to push Henry away here all while keeping him close. Urging him, effectively, to be as heterosexual as possible and to view Hans as entirely heterosexual in turn.

I have feelings for you. They terrify me. Maybe if they're not an option they'll just go away on their own. Make me lose hope in this. Remind me of how straight you are. See how straight I am? I'm definitely not overcompensating. Please for the love of god just tell me you're so unbelievably into women I can't take it otherwise.

One could argue here that he's still unaware of his feelings, the fact that he's trying this hard to actively work against them suggests to me personally that he's trying his very hardest to repress knowledge that he actively knows and dreads. This inclination of his could be dangerous for both of them but especially for Henry and has to be quenched somehow—and ideally sooner rather than later.

But it's not enough. He's still left with the jealousy. He's told himself that he can't be jealous of women (not that Henry gives him any reason to), but that still leaves Sam open as fair game. How dare he not be trying to push Henry away? How dare he just get that closeness without having to go through everything he and Henry have gone through together? How dare he get Henry when Hans is actively denying himself? If Hans is on a diet, no one else should get to eat any food, etc etc. It's just logical! And so very fair of him to demand!

There's no time for him to express much of anything romantic after the massacre at Raborsch, and the last real romantic moment they had was, of course, during his rescue from Maleshov.

So what do we do with that?

If we look at their romance scene, Hans actually invokes a specific moment from earlier in the game, as if he suddenly sees that moment, what Henry said, in a new light. That now he's afforded the context of knowing he's in love with Henry.

I missed this the first time and only later went back and re-examined it (like only a completely sane person would do). I wasn't sure at first what Hans meant, and then realized it was this bit:

Because of how badly he wishes he could save Henry for once (even though that was literally one of the first things that happened in the game; you gotta be easier on yourself baby boy) and how much that means to him in a romantic context as well.

He didn't read this romantically at this point yet, but he does by the end. What happened in between those two events?

The engagement announcement.

This is the face of a man who is actively having a panic attack because he both realized what he wants (Henry) and that he can never have it (because he's been engaged against his will and lives in a society that would frown upon a relationship between two men):

When he stares out the window after I would bet good money on him wishing Henry was there in that moment.

We do see him being quite jealous when at the banquet at Trosky where Black Bartosch also is, and there's some hesitation in his reply (as though he's genuinely taken aback by what Henry tells him) after you choose the first romance option, but I'd argue that he doesn't have words to put to his feelings by this point yet. The feelings are there, but the understanding isn't. And while they're escaping Maleshov, things are so chaotic that when we choose the romance option, Hans' emotions are 100% on the terror of the secret passageway and not on his feels. So this moment seems to me the most logical by far.

Now, I know not everyone is going to agree with my take on this. That's fine!! Everyone is entitled to their own opinion on this. I just know that the second I saw this scene, I thought to myself, oh my god, he just realized he's in love with Henry. Now, of all times.

#hansry #henry of skalitz #hans capon #kcd #kcd2 spoilers #kingdom come deliverance #kcd meta #please picture me chanting comphet comphet comphet #seriously tho thank you so much for the question‚ anon #after weeks of getting nothing but spam it was so nice to receive not one but two actual asks!!!#seriously I love asks please talk to me

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flwrkid14 · 5 months ago

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I was reading the two posts about Tim's Christmas list, and just thought of the Bat Family noticing how happy Tim is.

Maybe Damian sees the new brushes and asks why Tim has Stephanie's things?

"Oh no, those aren't her's. They're mine. Danny got them for me cause they were on my list. I've needed a new set for a few years, but I only remember when I'm on a mission and needs to use them. Isn't he so sweet? And he got me really good quality ones, too!"

Or Jason mocking Tim for finally getting new hoodies. And instead of huffing or quipping back, Tim just brightens. Smiling in a way Jason's never seen.

"Danny got them for me! They're so soft. There's some of my favorite gifts from him! It's honestly nice to have new clothes that aren't formal. I'm so happy he read my list." And kinda just bounces away.

Maybe Bruce asking if Tim finally got new cups for his office?

"Danny's so sweet, isn't he? He found my list for Christmas and decided to get me a few mugs and thermoses. It's great I don't have to worry about accidentally cutting my mouth open again." 😊

Or Stephanie (who was injured on patrol and Tim's Nest, with apartment on top, was the closest place she could get to.) commenting on the fact that Tim has a lot of blankets, pillows, and plushies.

"Danny got them for me for Christmas I love how soft and warm everything is. He even found a plushie of a sleeping ghost! It's weighted, has a heating feature, and is made of glow in the dark fabric. Matter of fact, almost all the plushies and blankets he got me were weighted! Just like I had written on my list. They make me feel so loved. After all, he wants me to feel warm and safe, what's more considerate than that?"

Cass looks for Tim, knowing he's staying in the manor overnight because of a gala the next day. She hears music coming from the bathroom, but the light isn't on. So she goes in to turn it off, just in case Tim accidentally left it on. Only to see that there is a light on. A music box made to look like a record player spinning a vinyl, projecting blue light to look like you were underwater. Tim was in the bathtub, with the music box on the rim.

After the kerfuffle of them realizing Cass walked in on Tim taking a bath, and Tim getting dressed quickly, Cassandra asks him where he got it? It's cute and sounds really nice.

"Oh, it's a gift from Danny. He gave me it for Christmas. He knows I like cute things like that. And it's nice to listen to. He even got me this cat eared fluffy hairband for when I do my skincare or makeup! So cute, right?" 🥰

And slowly, all of them realize they never got Tim what he wanted. They try to justify it by saying he put tech on the list, but they look back through past lists and realize Tim changed his list because no one ever got him what he put on the list.

omg, I love your take on my posts! Your writing is so good! And you're absolutely right—the batfamily realizing their oversight and coming to terms with is such an interesting angle to explore! I like the way you went about it, especially all the times Tim kept mentioning the items were from his list!!

That said, I also wanted to address something that a lot of people were frustrated about when reading my original post.. many were upset with the family for not reading Tim’s list, wondering if they lost it or ignored it on purpose. I realize I didn’t provide enough context on my post for how the list actually functions!

The christmas lists in the batfamily aren’t necessarily meant to be followed to the letter—they’re more of a reference in case someone doesn’t know what to get. For example, Damian’s interests are pretty well known (art supplies, things for his animals, weapons), so most of the family can buy him something without needing to check his list. But for someone like Alfred or Bruce, where their preferences might be harder to pin down, the list serves as a guide.

With Tim, the family assumes they already know what he likes. They don’t think they need to check his list because, in their minds, they already understand him. So they keep giving him things they know he uses—cameras, electronics, hard drives—without realizing he already has more than enough. It’s not necessarily neglectful; it’s just a blind spot.

Danny, on the other hand, actually looks at the list. Not only because he wants to get Tim the best gifts possible, but because he lives with him. He sees what Tim already has in abundance and what he’s been meaning to get for himself but keeps putting off. That’s why his gifts are so thoughtful—he pays attention in a way the others don’t.

I hope this explanation helps clarify things for those who were confused or frustrated!!

#thanks for the ask <3 #I kept seeing people pissed off at the bats and realized my mistake oops #hopefully this makes it a little more understandable!

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Champagne Coast pt.1

Summary : You were just Lewis’s little sister. Until one summer changed everything. Long nights, quiet glances, and a goodbye that lingers longer than it should. But in the end Bradley is still leaving for flight school, and nothing feels quite the same.

Young!Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader

Warnings : slow burn, age gap (reader is in her last year of high school and Bradley 20-22, but nothing sexual !!!), alcohol consumption, no y/n, fluff !!!

Words : 8K

A/N : OMG !!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE 300 FOLLOWERS ! You guys are crazy, everything is happening so fast. I can't tell you how grateful I am, so this is my gift. Thank you for everything, I love you all so much. I've been thinking about this little fic for a moment and I think it's the best moment to publish the first part, as a thank you. Don't hesitate to ask question for more context, and check the mood boards !

Bradley's masterlist | mood boards | next part

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden light across the Bradshaws’ backyard. The long table was set for nine—mismatched chairs pulled from the house, the porch, even the garage. Carole’s made her famous peach cobbler, your mom brought the pasta salad, and someone’s already knocked over a bottle of white wine trying to swat a bee.

It was a loud and happy chaos, the kind you grew up in.

You were sitting between Maya and Gabrielle, your fork twirling slowly in your bowl while conversation flew like the lemonade pitcher. Across the table, Bradley was laughing at something Lewis just said, head thrown back, cheeks slightly pink from the sun.

He didn’t look at you.

Not once.

And it was weird, not the usual ‘he’s older, you’re invisible’ weird, but a new kind. The kind where you didn’t quite know what to say either. He was broader now. His jaw sharper, and there was something a little less boyish about the way he sat, like he was fully settled into his body. You knew him when he cried over losing his favorite toy jet, and now he was wearing aviators tucked into his collar and smelled like cedarwood.

“What’s up with you ?” Gabrielle bumped your shoulder. “You look like you’re watching a documentary on bread.”

You blinked. “I’m just… tired.”

“Right.” She smirked, and your mom suddenly clinked a spoon against her glass, rescuing you from further interrogation.

“We actually have an announcement.” She said, smiling wide as she looked at Maya.

All heads turned to oldest, who stood next to you with a small, almost shy grin, her hand wrapped tightly around the stem of her wineglass. She was glowing—in that Maya way: calm and collected, always just enough sparkle. Philippe, her fiancé, stood next to her, their fingers intertwined.

“Well, Philippe and I are…” She looked at him one last time before looking back at the small crowd around the table, “We’re getting married !”

Everyone cheered loudly for them, as if she'd just told them the best thing in the world. Gabrielle actually stood up to hug her, wine sloshing out of her glass as she screamed. Your dad beamed as he shook Philippe’s hand, a sparkle in his eyes that said how happy and proud he was of his daughter. Lewis threw a grape at your head as Carole clapped loudly with your mother. And Bradley grinned, wide and genuine, then turned to say something to Lewis in his ear.

Still not looking at you.

You clapped, smiled, said all the right things—but there was a little pressure blooming behind your ribs. It’s been three years since you really talked to Bradley. Not just polite nods or small talk at holiday parties—really talked. Ever since you left for high school, you stopped orbiting the same family events. He was Lewis’ best friend, and you were just the little sister. Always just that.

The table started buzzing with questions about venues, dates, dresses. Your mom already had a Pinterest board that she wanted to show to Carole, Gabrielle offered to ‘DJ and officiate’, while Maya was very calmly answering her ‘absolutely not.’

“We’ve decided to celebrate the wedding in Paris-” announced Philippe suddenly, when Carole asked how his parents would come to the US. But his voice sliced through the easy hum of dinner conversation like a knife.

The table fell silent. Forks hovered in mid-air, eyes shifted uncomfortably, and no one dared to comment right away. A bomb had been dropped.

Paris.

Your parents had already braced themselves for the possibility that Maya might move there eventually—Philippe worked for his family’s firm after all. But a wedding in Paris ? That was another story entirely. Your eyes flickered to your father. He was staring at the couple across the table, unreadable. Maya’s hands found Philippe’s, resting gently over his knuckles in a silent plea for calm. She spoke quickly, clearly trying to ease the tension building in the room.

“What Philippe meant,” she said, throwing him a sideways warning look, “is that we’ve been considering Paris. We imagined it could be a beautiful option.”

Her gaze lingered on the French man, pointed—it was clear this had been a sensitive topic between them, and Philippe had just set off the fireworks without a second thought.

“Of course, we realize the implications- the distance, the logistics-”

“-My parents could host you all !” Philippe interrupted, too eager and too loud. Gab and I exchanged a look as Lewis let out a quiet scoff. He was scrambling now, realizing the weight of the silence. “They’d be thrilled to have everyone over. Really.”

Your father still hadn’t said a word. You watched him closely, his jaw set, expression tight.

Maya tried again, her voice softening. “We’ve been trying to plan, and honestly it’s not that complicated. Nothing’s been decided yet- we just wanted to talk to you before moving forward. Anyway, the wedding isn’t until next summer…” Her words trailed off, full of hope, a little anxiety, and a quiet plea for her parents’ blessing.

Still, your father said nothing.

Your mother, always the one to smooth tension before it grew teeth, reached across the table and placed a gentle hand on Maya’s shoulder. Her voice was calm, unwavering. “Of course we’ll be there, sweetheart.”

Philippe smiled in relief, immediately leaning in to speak with her—his relief palpable, but your father’s silence still thundered at the edge of the moment. You stood quietly and excused yourself, glass in hand, heading toward the kitchen where the air was cooler and the tension didn’t cling to the walls like smoke.

On your way out, you passed behind your father’s chair and gave his shoulder a small, purposeful tap. Not too hard, not too soft. Just enough. And then you leaned toward his ear, “Do something,” you told him. “Maya’s about to pass out from holding her breath.”

As you disappeared down the hallway, you heard the faint scrape of his chair against the floor. Then his voice, low and quieter than usual. “Come here, kiddo,” he said, and a beat later, he was kissing the top of Maya’s head, his hand resting on her back.

You paused, just long enough to catch that moment and smiled a little to yourself. The sliding door whispered shut behind you, muting the laughter and discussions from outside. The overhead light buzzed softly, casting a warm glow over the counters cluttered with serving trays and mismatched glassware. You reached for the lemonade, poured yourself another glass, and leaned against the sink, savoring the quiet for a moment.

You didn’t hear the door open again.

But you sensed him.

Bradley’s presence was like a shift in air pressure—heavy and familiar. He moved to the other side of the kitchen, glass in hand, reaching for the wine bottle your mother had half-finished. He didn’t say anything at first. He wasn’t here to talk to you clearly. You could tell by the way he glanced at you, then quickly looked away—like he hadn’t expected you to be here at all. You debated slipping out without a word. But your feet stayed rooted to the tile.

He poured his drink slowly. “Lemonade ?” He asked, finally breaking the silence, nodding toward your glass.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice quieter than you meant it to be. “It’s the only thing I trust at these dinners.”

A smile ghosted over his lips. “Smart.”

He leaned back against the counter beside you, not too close, but not far either. For a second, it was just the hum of the fridge and the murmur of voices filtering in through the screen.

“You’ve been quiet tonight.” He said eventually.

You shrugged. “It’s Maya’s moment. I don’t want to take up space.”

“You never did,” he said, too quickly. Then he blinked and looked away, covering it with a sip of wine. “I mean—yeah. You’ve always kind of stayed back.”

You glanced at him, curious. “Is that a bad thing ?”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “Not bad. Just… different from the rest of them.”

That surprised you. Bradley knew your siblings like he knew his own name—had been at every birthday party, every backyard barbecue, every makeshift Fourth of July ‘fireworks spectacular’ your dad used to put on. But you’d always assumed you were background noise in the chaos. Lewis’ little sister. The one who got the last slice of cake only because she was quiet enough not to ask first.

“How long are you home for ?” He asked.

“Until August. I’ve got one more year of high school.”

He looked at you then, really looked—eyes scanning your face like he was recalibrating something in his mind.

“Right,” he said softly. “Still in school.”

The silence returned, heavier this time. You glanced away, pretending to be fascinated by a tiny crack in the countertop.

“I used to bug you all the time,” you said after a beat, trying to steer things back toward safe ground. “You and Lew. Remember that time I hid your baseball glove and made you guys search the whole house for it ?”

Bradley let out a low laugh, the sound pulling a reluctant smile from you. “Yeah. You hid it in the freezer.”

“It was the only place you wouldn’t check !”

“You were a menace.”

You turned toward him a little, leaning your hip into the counter. “You hated me back then.”

“I didn’t hate you,” he said, shaking his head. “You were just… sticky. And always asking questions.”

You laughed, and he smiled again, softer this time.

“But,” he added, “you were also funny. Smarter than you let people think. You noticed things.”

You swallowed, suddenly unsure what to do with the way he was looking at you now—like he’d only just realized you weren’t ten anymore. Like you weren’t Lewis’ kid sister with a Kool-Aid mustache and tangled braids. Before either of you could say anything else, the screen door creaked open again.

“There you two are,” your mother’s voice called brightly. “We need a new chair, Lewis broke his.” She let out a sigh, then looked next to you. “And Bradley, your mother’s about to send a search party.”

He stepped back, the spell breaking. “Guess we better go.”

You nodded, holding your drink a little tighter. He was already halfway through the door when he paused and looked back at you, eyes unreadable. “Hey,” he said, “good talking to you.”

You nodded. “Yeah. You too.”

And just like that, he disappeared back into the noise. Leaving you in the kitchen, heart racing in a way you didn’t fully understand yet.

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The dining room table looked like a craft store had exploded across it.

Although the wedding wasn’t until next summer, Maya was home for a few weeks and already deep into planning mode. She had always been the organized one. The type to have color palettes picked and table arrangements mocked up before anyone else had even thought about a guest list. Since she had the time, and more importantly, access to her sisters and their mother, she’d roped you, Gabrielle, and your mom into helping her with the early decorations. Between fabric swatches, centerpiece samples, and way too many mood boards, the house had turned into wedding headquarters. And you were pretty sure Maya wouldn’t let anyone leave without at least giving their opinion on peonies versus ranunculus.

Ribbon rolls, swatches, and two open laptops sat among half-eaten fruit slices and coffee cups. Gabrielle was hot-gluing something with dangerous determination, Maya was going over the seating chart for the fourth time, and your mom was on the phone with the florist, sounding way too calm for someone being told their peonies might not arrive on time. You were sitting at the end of the table, attempting to look useful while organizing name cards into alphabetical piles. For the third time. You bit your lower lip, furrowed brows, trying to do your best. But honestly, it was way more complicated than you thought. How could you know that Philippe’s aunt hated her own sister ?

“I think I’m going to perish.” You announced, flopping dramatically against the back of your chair.

Gabrielle didn’t look up. “Perish quieter. The glue gun’s fighting for its life.”

“She could at least fake enthusiasm.” Your mom added, voice muffled behind the phone.

You were about to respond when the front door opened—heavy footfalls on hardwood, the sound of familiar voices carrying down the hall. Lewis walked in first, wearing sunglasses indoors like a nuisance. Bradley followed, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder, backwards cap pulled low over his hair.

“We’re heading out to the lake,” Lewis announced to the room, grabbing a slice of melon from the table like a man who hadn’t been raised better. “If anyone needs us—well, don’t.”

Your mom hung up the phone and sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Take your sister with you.”

You blinked. “Wait—what ?”

“She’s bored, she’s unhelpful, and if she sighs one more time I’m going to hot-glue her to a centerpiece.” Gabrielle said sweetly with a fake smile, looking at you just for a few seconds.

Bradley huffed a quiet laugh as your mom turned to brother, already halfway back to the door. “Seriously. Take her. Let her breathe some non-flower-scented air.”

“I don’t know,” Lewis said, wincing. “You think she can survive outdoors for more than ten minutes ?”

“I have a whole water bottle and emotional support lip balm.” You replied, grabbing your sunglasses and standing up. “I’m good to go.”

Bradley stepped aside to let you pass, his eyes scanning you briefly. “You coming with us willingly ? That’s new.”

“I’m choosing the lesser evil.” You muttered as you brushed past him.

“Charming.” He said, grinning. “But a win is a win, right ?”

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The truck smelled like sunscreen and leather seats. You sat in the back, wedged between Lewis’ spare hoodie and Bradley’s bag. The windows were down, the sun warm on your skin, and the radio was playing some lazy 80s song with too much guitar for your liking. Lewis talked the whole drive—mostly to Bradley, mostly about nothing. Training stuff, college football predictions, a guy they knew who’d just broken up with his girl via call. You didn’t say much. You were content to sit back and watch the way the sunlight filtered through the trees, flickering golden over Bradley’s arm resting on the open window. Halfway through the drive, he caught your eye in the rearview mirror.

“You good back there ?” He asked.

You nodded. “Better than alphabetizing name cards.”

He smiled—that soft, private smile he didn’t give to many people. “Told you escaping was a good call.”

You tried not to look directly at him. Tried not to notice how his voice dropped when he spoke just to you. How he didn’t talk to you like you were still thirteen and following them around with a camera and a mouth full of braces.

Lewis cranked the music up and rolled his window higher. “Alright, but if she starts talking about wedding colors, we’re throwing her in the lake.”

“No promises.” You said, settling back into the seat, letting the breeze whip your hair a little.

And just like that, for the first time in weeks, you weren’t thinking about table runners or place cards or how Bradley didn’t seem to look at you the same way anymore. Because for just a moment—in the warmth of the sun and the comfort of the music and the easy laughter drifting from the front seat—it felt like maybe he did.

By the time you reached the water, the sun had started dipping low enough to soften the air, casting long shadows over the rippling surface. The lake was mostly empty—just a few distant paddleboards and a family packing up their cooler on the far shore. Lewis kicked his sneakers off and ran straight in, yelling something about reclaiming his title as ‘King of the Dock.’

You laughed, standing back on the sandy bank, arms crossed.

“You’re not going in ?” Bradley asked, stepping beside you, thumb hooked in the strap of his bag.

“I didn’t exactly had the time to bring a swimsuit.”

He looked over at you, one brow raised. “Since when has that stopped you ?”

You smiled, small but sly. “I was ten. I wore a T-shirt and jeans and made everyone else wait thirty minutes for them to dry.”

“I remember,” he said, chuckling. “Lewis was furious.”

You looked out at the water again, watching Lewis splash water like a man possessed. Then you turned slightly, just enough to give Bradley a mischievous glance.

“Well,” you said, already reaching for the hem of your T-shirt, “I’ll dry faster this time.”

He blinked, caught off guard—and for a moment, you could see it: something faltering behind his eyes, something caught between surprise and something else. Something slower. You weren’t wearing anything particularly scandalous, just a black bra and your underwear, the kind that passed for a bikini if you squinted. Still, the shift was obvious. His gaze flickered once, then away, jaw tightening ever so slightly.

You grinned. “Relax. I won’t tell your mom you ogled me.”

Bradley scoffed, shaking his head as if trying to reset his brain. “You’re truly a menace.”

You took a few steps back, then ran full-speed into the lake, letting the water crash around your legs, your ribs, your shoulders. It was cold and perfect and exactly what you needed. When you surfaced, breathless, Bradley was standing at the edge of the dock, still fully dressed.

“What ?” You called. “Scared of a little cold water ?”

He smirked. “Just enjoying the show.”

You splashed at him. “Creep.”

He laughed, hands raised in surrender, and finally waded in, T-shirt and all. And when he started running quickly to jump into the water, you couldn’t help but notice that the training for navy was a great success. You smirked, but suddenly, Lewis put your head under the water, preventing you from seeing his abs up close.

You three stayed out there until the sky turned dusky and your fingers pruned. Lewis was the first one back to the shore, already shivering and yelling about how you’d better crank the heat in the truck. By the time you climbed out of the water, your teeth were chattering. The breeze cut through your soaked clothes, making you hug your arms to your chest.

Without a word, Bradley reached into his bag and pulled out a hoodie—grey, soft, worn. He held it out to you. You hesitated only a second.

“Thanks.” You said, slipping it on over your wet skin. It smelled like laundry detergent and sunblock and something undeniably him. The sleeves hung past your wrists but you didn’t mind. When you looked up, Bradley was already looking at you—eyes lingering just a second too long before he turned back toward the bronco.

Neither of you said anything on the walk back.

But he didn’t ask for the hoodie back.

Not that night.

Not ever.

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It was quiet in the house for once.

Dinner had ended an hour ago, and the porch lights buzzed softly, throwing a warm golden haze over the steps. The clink of the dishes being washed echoed faintly from the kitchen behind you, as well as Carole’s laugh after your mom had told her a shitty joke. You sat on the porch swing, legs tucked up beneath you, barefoot. It smelled faintly like citronella and freshly cut grass. The sleeves of your hoodie pulled over your hands—the same one Bradley had loaned you days ago and still hadn’t asked back for.

The door creaked behind you a minute later, but you didn’t have to look to know who it was. Bradley stepped out, two glasses in hand: one full of lemonade, the other half something stronger.

“Thought you might want one.” He said, offering the lemonade.

You took it, smiling. “You always assume I don’t want the good stuff.”

“You’re not legal.”

“Since when you became so boring ?” You teased and he shrugged, settling into the chair beside you.

He looked over at you, brow raised, then huffed a quiet laugh. “You’ve been spending too much time around Gab.”

“She rubs off.”

A comfortable silence fell between you for a minute, filled only by the chirp of crickets and the distant sound of Gab’s music through the bathroom window. Suddenly he spoke, eyes still fixed on the horizon. “You always steal hoodies ?”

You sipped your drink, hiding your smile. “You left it with me.”

He glanced in your direction, “You were shivering.”

“And now I’m not,” you replied sweetly, tugging the sleeves down over your hands. “So technically, it’s a successful loan.”

“You know what happens when you say that, right ?”

You raised an eyebrow. “What ?”

“You don’t give it back.”

You smiled, curling further into the fabric. “Well. It smells nice.”

He looked at you for a beat longer than necessary. “You’re a menace.”

“You already said that.” You teased, nudging his shoulder.

Bradley shook his head, laughing softly. “So what’s next for you ? One more year, right ?”

You nodded, leaning your head against the porch swing’s arm. “Senior year. I’m trying not to think about it too hard. Everyone’s already asking me where I’m applying, what I want to do, if I’ve planned my entire future.”

“Have you ?”

You snorted. “Nope. I’m just trying to survive chemistry.”

He grinned. “Sounds about right.”

“What about you ?” You asked, stretching your legs out until your toes nearly touched his thigh. “You’ve got one year left too, right ?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Then flight school if things go to plan. It’s… intense, but good. I like it.”

You watched him in the dim porch light, the way the shadows moved along his jawline, how his hair had dried into a soft mess. He looked different now. Not like someone older, exactly—just… steadier. Like life had already nudged him further down the road.

“Do you ever miss it ?” You asked. “Like, being here. Not worrying about… Navy stuff.”

Bradley tilted his head back, eyes scanning the stars. “Yeah. All the time.”

A quiet settled over you both, the kind that wasn’t awkward. Just full of things neither of you knew how to say yet.

You broke it first. “I think I might keep this hoodie forever.”

He turned his head, amused. “Oh yeah ?”

“Mm-hmm,” you nodded solemnly. “It’s basically mine now. Sentimental value.”

Bradley smirked. “You’re shameless.”

You grinned into your glass. “You like that about me.”

He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at you, eyes warmer than the lemonade in your hands. “Yeah,” he said finally. “I think I do.”

You looked away, cheeks burning, heart hammering. And for a moment, the porch, the stars, the soft buzz of summer—it all felt like a secret just the two of you shared.

»» ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ««

The rest of the summer unfolded in golden fragments; long afternoons spent by the lake, slow mornings with coffee and toast, late-night drives with the windows down and music too loud. You stayed close, always with your siblings, always with Bradley. Sometimes it was all five of you, crammed into the kitchen arguing over who ate the last croissant. Other times it was just you and Bradley, shoulders brushing on a porch step, laughter curling between you like smoke.

You needed that—more than you realized. Before senior year started, before everything changed again. The quiet familiarity of it all, the feeling of belonging, wrapped around you like a favorite sweater. And somewhere in the haze of sunshine and laughter, you stopped feeling like just the little sister. Somewhere between the teasing and the shared glances and the hours that melted like heat on the pavement, you started to feel like you were really part of it.

It was late afternoon when Lewis pushed open Gabrielle’s bedroom door without knocking, as usual.

“Party tonight,” he announced, like it was breaking news, tossing a half-empty water bottle from one hand to the other. “Harry Morel’s place. Remember him ? That guy who used to make grilled cheese in the science lab for, like what ? Three months ?”

Gabrielle rolled over on her bed—growling—towel twisted in her hair and legs swinging lazily. You were sitting on the floor by her dresser, flipping through some wedding magazine Maya had left behind earlier.

“Pass.” Gab said immediately.

Lew blinked, “Wait, what ? It starts late, probably illegal, definitely loud.”

She clicked her tongue. “Not feeling it.”

You exchanged a glance with your brother, both of you stunned into silence. He pointed at her dramatically, “Okay, who are you and what have you done to my sister ?”

You snorted behind the magazine. “No seriously,” he continued, stepping further into the room like he expected to fond the real Gabrielle hiding behind the closet door. “You never say no to a party. You once went to a rave with a fever !”

Gab raised her eyebrows with a smug grin. “Exactly. I’ve done my part for the cause. I’m retiring.”

“You ?” You said, raising an eyebrow. “Saying no to a party ? Is this... maturity ?” You chuckled.

Gab shrugged, but the edges of her mouth twitched, like she couldn’t help herself.

“Bullshit,” Lewis said suddenly. “You’re seeing someone.”

You peeked over the top of the magazine, and Gabrielle caught your look before glancing away with an unconvincing shrug.

Lewis pointed between the two of you. “She’s totally seeing someone, right ?”

You lifted your shoulders. “She hasn’t denied it very hard.”

“I’m not !”

You grinned. “Does this mystery man have a name, or are we still pretending it’s not painfully obvious ?”

Gab threw a pillow at you. “You’re not cute.”

“Never said I was,” you replied, dodging it and smirking. “But you’re definitely hiding something.”

Lewis laughed. “She’s totally hiding something.” He looked at her ten, “Wow, the great Gabrielle caught off-guard. This is historic.”

Gab rolled her eyes, muttering something under her breath about betrayal and nosy siblings, but didn’t deny it further. That was enough confirmation.

Lewis gave her a long, suspicious look, but didn’t argue. Instead, he turned to you, more casual now. “You in ?”

You hesitated, “Since when do you want me to come to parties ? I’m not even legal.”

He grinned, “Yeah, but you’re not boring. That’s the only requirement.”

You lift an eyebrow, “You sure you just don’t need a designated driver ?”

You watched him part his lips but then he stopped, his mouth closed slowly. Then he finally spoke, “I mean… you weren’t doing anything else.”

“I don’t know... I was gonna watch a movie or something—”

“It’ll be fun,” he added, flashing that stupid charming grin he only ever used when he wanted something. “Plus, Bradley’s going.”

You lowered the magazine an inch. “Why would you mention that ?”

“I’m just giving you the full guest list,” he said, clearly fighting a grin.

You let out a sigh and threw the magazine away, “Fine. But if someone offers me cheap vodka, I’m blaming you.” You pointed your index finger at him.

Gabrielle perked up, immediately interested again. “Ooooh,” she sang. “Bradley’s going.”

You gave her a look. “Don’t start.”

Lewis held up his hands, grinning at the oldest in the room. “I’m just providing useful information.”

Gab pointed at you, grinning. “What are you gonna wear ? Something effortlessly casual ? Maybe that new yellow top that definitely isn't about Bradley ?”

You rolled your eyes and stood up, walking toward the door. “You two are so subtle, it’s actually embarrassing.”

Gabrielle leaned her chin on her palm, watching you like she was watching her favorite show. “Don’t forget the lip gloss !” She teased as you walked toward the door.

You flipped her off without turning around, “Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Language !” Screamed Maya from downstairs, as her and Philippe were watching a movie together.

You could hear Lewis’s laughter following you down the hall, but still—you were smiling. Just for a second you allowed the tiniest smile to sneak across your face. Because yeah, maybe you’d wear that new yellow top.

But it definitely wasn’t about Bradley.

Definitely not.

Later that night, the house you entered in, looked like every other summer party house you’d seen in teen movies—cheap string lights, a speaker blasting throwback hits in the backyard, and a garage repurposed as a dance floor. That Harry guy, from Lewis and Bradley’s high school had moved back for the summer and was throwing one last party before heading off to a big job in D.C.

The three of you arrived together, walking in as a unit. But once the music hit Lewis’ ears and he spotted a familiar crowd, he peeled off fast already greeting people with the swagger of someone who’d been the golden boy in school. You stuck close to Bradley at first, hovering by the drink table while he made small talk with someone who’d once been on the baseball team with him.

You poured yourself a drink. Just one, you told yourself. Just enough to loosen the edge. But one turned into another, and then someone handed you a third, and by the time Bradley found you again, you were perched on the back of a lawn chair, giggling at something a girl in fringe boots was saying about a guy’s terrible tattoo.

“Whoa,” Bradley said, sliding into your line of vision. “How many of those have you had ?”

You squinted at your cup, then held up two fingers. “Math’s a little fuzzy.”

He raised a brow. “That’s three fingers.”

You grinned. “Okay, maybe a little fuzzy. But it’s sooo good, want a taste ?”

He shook his head, but his mouth twitched like he was holding back a smile. “Come on. Let’s get some air.”

“I am outside.” You pointed out, laughing. But when he reached for your hand, you didn’t resist.

His jaw ticked when the smell of weed came to his nostrils, he eyed the girl sitting across from you, the joint lazily pinched between her fingers. The smoke curled in the warm night air, and even with the faint breeze, it lingered around your head like a halo.

He gave her nod, not exactly friendly. “She smoke that ?”

The girl, amused, shook her head and held up her free hand like a scout’s honor. “Nah, your girl is clean. Just chillin’.”

You grinned at that, “She’s nice.” You said with a giggle, your voice a little to light. “She said I have ‘good party energy.”

Bradley raised a brow, clearly not sold. “Well, you had enough party energy for tonight.”

You started to protest, sinking back against the chair, clearly in no rush to move. “Bradley c’mon. I’m sooo comfortable.”

He huffed, half-laughing, half-sighing—and then, before you could protest again, he stepped in and hooked his arms around you, hands settling low, under your thighs, just at the curve where they met your hips. You let out a startled laugh as he lifted you clean.

“Wait—Brad what are you—”

He hoisted you up over his shoulder in one clean, practiced motion, like you weighed nothing. “Jesus !” You yelped, the world flipping upside down. Your hands landed on his back, gripping his shirt. “You’re kidnapping me !”

“You’re lucky I didn’t throw you over the fence.” He said, voice tight with amusement. “You want to sit next to stoner Barbie all night, go ahead—but not on my watch.”

“Stoner Barbie ?” The girl called behind you, laughing. “You have a funny boyfriend.”

You groaned, your hair brushing against his back as he carried you through the yard. “He’s not my—” You cut yourself, grunting. It wasn’t necessary to correct her, you were too far from her now. “Put me down, caveman.”

“Nope. Not until you’re somewhere with fewer suspicious clouds floating around your head.”

Your heart hammered—not just from the sudden lift, but from the heat of his hands, the security of his grip, the way he didn’t hesitate. You could feel the solid strength of his shoulder under your ribs, hear the steady thud of his boots as he walked you through the grass like it was nothing.

When he finally set you down, your knees wobbled a bit, but his hand lingered at the small of your back as he guided you away from the porch, away from the smoke, and into the quieter dark where the music dulled and fireflies blinked in and out like small, lazy stars.

“You could’ve just asked nicely,” you muttered, still catching your breath.

“I did ask,” he said, looking over at you with a half-smile. “You’re the one who made it complicated.”

And maybe you did. But wrapped in that quiet, lingering closeness, you couldn’t really say you regretted it. Fireflies flickered in the distance, and it smelled like grass and sweat and beer. You sat on the grass, against a stone, and Bradley leaned back beside you, arms braced behind him, legs stretched out.

You glanced at him, a little drunk from all the drinks—or maybe just from sitting this close to him. The night had cooled, but not enough to chase away the warmth pooled in your chest, the lingering echo of music and laughter from inside the house. Your skin buzzed faintly from the way Bradley’s hand had steadied your lower back more than once.

You were now loose enough to say what was on your mind. Still clear-headed enough to know your heart was acting stupid. Your fingers reached toward him, absently playing with the drawstrings of the hoodie he was wearing—his hoodie, the same soft gray one you’d worn after the lake, the one that still smelled like him no matter how many times it had been washed since. “You’re not mad, are you ?”

He turned to look at you, the porch light catching the edges of his face—the strong line of his jaw, the sun-kissed skin, the way his brows pulled just slightly when he was thinking. “Why would I be mad ?”

You shrugged, eyes drifting down to the strings in your hands, “Because I got a little tipsy.”

He leaned back, one arm stretched out behind you, casual but close enough that his fingertips just barely grazed your shoulder. “I’ve seen you worse,” he said, then paused. His lips curved, “Okay… not really. But I’m not mad.”

You gave a quiet laugh, tugging the hoodie string once, gently. The yellow top you’d picked out earlier now felt like a questionable decision—cut a little too low in the front, tied too tightly at the waist. You hadn’t expected to feel his eyes on you all night. Or maybe you had. Maybe that’s why you’d chosen it after all.

Bradley shifted slightly beside you, glancing down at your hand still toying absently with the drawstring near his torso. After a beat, he reached out slowly and gently moved your fingers away, his touch feather-light, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted the contact to end. But in the second that followed, just before he pulled back completely, your eyes flicked up in time to catch his gaze dip—not subtly, not hastily, but low, lingering for the briefest breath on the shape of your neckline, where the fabric dipped just enough to hint at the curve of your chest. His mouth parted slightly, like he might say something, then didn’t.

You looked away quickly, but not before the warmth bloomed across your chest, spreading to your neck, your ears. Not before a quiet part of you—buried somewhere beneath the nerves and the alcohol and the weight of all those years—lit up with a little thrill.

You didn’t need to say anything. The look on his face said enough. And for the first time that night, you stopped wondering if he still saw you as a kid. At that exact moment, you had never been more grateful for giving in and buying that damn top.

“Lewis is probably hooking up with someone in a laundry room,” you murmured, voice soft but dry.

Bradley huffed out a laugh, eyes crinkling a little at the corners. “Classic Lewis.”

You nodded, smiling faintly. “He’s predictable.”

A comfortable silence settled between you. The air was thick with humidity and something unspoken. You could feel it resting on your bare shoulders, soaking into your skin like dew. You didn’t look at him this time, just watched your fingers move back toward the cotton string of his hoodie, weaving, unwinding, pretending you weren’t holding your breath.

Then, his voice, low and closer than you expected. “You’ve changed, you know.”

You turned toward him slowly. The porch light flickered behind him now, shadowing half of his face, but you could still make out the detail in the other half—the freckle near his eye, the faint stubble along his jaw, the way his mouth twitched like he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

“What do you mean ?” You asked, your voice quiet, but steady.

His gaze moved across your face, slow and deliberate, like he was trying to memorize something he hadn’t noticed before. “I mean… you’re not the same girl who used to chase us around with that pink camcorder.”

You laughed, and it came out softer than you expected. “God, I forgot about that thing.”

“I haven’t.” He said, eyes still on you. “You used to narrate everything like it was a wildlife documentary. I think Lewis threatened to throw it in the pool five different times.”

“Only five ?” You teased, your tone light. But something inside you felt heavy in the best way.

Bradley’s mouth curved slightly, but he didn’t laugh. His eyes were still on you, lingering a little too long on your lips, your cheeks, the slope of your neck. You felt seen, but not exposed. Not judged. Just looked at—really looked at, like he was seeing you for the first time and trying to piece together what had changed.

And the truth was, you had changed. You weren’t the little sister tagging along anymore. You were here, on a summer night, wearing a yellow top that maybe made you feel a little grown. Sitting too close to a boy you used to call annoying. Sitting too close to the man who now made your chest feel too tight. You didn’t say anything else, and neither did he. But he didn’t move his arm. And you didn’t stop toying with his hoodie string, fingers brushing lightly against his stomach—just once, maybe by accident, maybe not.

And when you looked up, you caught him watching you again. Really watching.

Bradley chuckled again, low and warm in the quiet air, but something shifted in his expression—subtly at first. A softening around the edges. “I guess I didn’t notice it right away,” he said slowly. “But tonight... I don’t know. You’ve grown up.”

You swallowed, the words settling somewhere beneath your ribs. It wasn’t what he said, but the way he said it, like it mattered.

“You make it sound like I turned into a butterfly or something.” You said with a laugh, light and breathless, trying to cut the tension you suddenly felt blooming in your chest.

His smile was quieter this time, something gentler resting in the corners of his mouth. “Maybe you did.”

You glanced away, your cheeks warm—not from the alcohol anymore, but something deeper, something older. The kind of heat that came from years of knowing someone and realizing, suddenly, they’re looking at you differently. And that maybe they’ve been looking at you for a while now.

“I didn’t think you noticed.” You admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Bradley leaned in slightly, not enough to cross a line, but enough to feel it hum between you. “I notice more than you think.”

You didn’t know what to do with that. The way his eyes held yours like he was trying to say something he didn’t know how to say. So instead, you stayed quiet. Let your silence speak for you, let it hang there in the summer air, with everything unspoken. Then, he exhaled—soft, like the moment had passed—and looked away, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, anxiously.

“I should get you home,” he said quietly. “Before Lewis decides to pass out in the bathtub.”

You nodded, your throat tight. “Yep. Probably a good idea.”

He stood and offered his hand. You took it this time, fingers curling around his, letting him pull you to your feet. The party continued behind you in faint echoes but it all felt distant, like you’d stepped into some parallel moment, just the two of you. As you walked through the grass, uneven and patchy beneath your shoes, Bradley’s hand hovered at your back, steadying you when you stumbled slightly, gentle in a way that made your pulse skip. When you reached the Bronco, he opened the passenger door for you without a word. You climbed in, sinking into the familiar seat.

He rounded to the driver’s side, slid into his seat, and started the engine. The headlights carved out twin paths in the dark ahead of you.

“I didn’t mean to get drunk.” You confessed softly, not even looking at him.

“I know.”

“But I’m glad you were there.”

His eyes flickered over to you, “I always am.”

Then—so quick you might’ve missed it if you hadn’t been watching—he reached across the center console and brushed his hand lightly over your knee. Just once. A quiet touch. Not a confession. Not a promise. But something.

And it was enough—for now.

»» ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ««

The sun was lower than usual, hanging heavy and orange over the backyard. The shadows stretched longer across the grass, and the cicadas were humming that end-of-summer tune that always made everything feel slower, softer, a little sad. You stood by the gate, arms crossed loosely in front of you, watching as Lewis loaded the last of Bradley’s bags into the trunk of the Bronco. He was pretending not to care—making dumb jokes about flight school, complaining about the early mornings—but there was something tighter than usual around his mouth. You didn’t say much either. Because what were you supposed to say when a whole summer was ending ?

Bradley was the one who came to stand beside you, kicking gently at the gravel with the toe of his boot.

“You gonna be okay back here ?” He asked, voice softer than usual, like he already knew the answer and just needed to hear you say it anyway.

You looked over at him, forcing a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Yeah. Senior year. Gotta love it.”

“Try not to fail gym,” he teased, elbowing you gently.

You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. “I only failed once. And I faked that ankle sprain, thank you very much.”

He laughed, but it wasn’t full—more of a breath than a sound. His eyes flicked down to the ground, watching the way your shadows stretched together over the grass. The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was like both of you were standing at the edge of something, toes curled over the line, not quite ready to take the step. You could feel the weight of the summer settling into your chest—long nights at the lake, late drives with the windows down, laughing until your stomach hurt, sharing glances that said more than either of you had ever dared to.

Something had shifted in those months. And standing here now, with his bronco packed and the sun dipping behind the trees, it felt like the clock was running out.

“I’m glad you came with us this summer,” he said after a moment. “It wouldn’t have been the same without you.”

You looked up at him slowly, eyes narrowing slightly and your heart catching a little. “You mean without my card-organizing skills and inability to paddle straight ?”

He grinned, “Exactly. Irreplaceable.”

You both laughed, but yours faded quickly as your eyes dropped to the space between your shoes and his. Just inches. A breath. You could see the way his hand twitched slightly at his side, like he almost reached for something and then thought better of it. The wind brushed your hair against your cheek, and you didn’t bother to tuck it back, you were too busy memorizing him.

The lines of his face were more familiar now—more than they used to be. The way his jaw tightened when he was trying not to say something. The crease in his brow when he was focused. The way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention, like he was trying to figure you out, like you were something new.

You could feel your throat tighten, that quiet ache swelling just behind your ribs. Not enough to cry, but enough to hurt. “You’re really leaving.” You said, not meaning for it to come out so quiet.

He didn’t say anything for a second. Then he nodded, glancing back toward the Bronco where Lewis was still complaining loudly about having to drive. “Yeah. Flight school doesn’t wait.”

You smiled, small and a little sad. “Guess I’ll have to survive without you.”

He looked at you again, something unreadable in his expression—something warm, and maybe a little pained. “You will. You always had.” But he didn’t sound as sure as he usually did.

Then, without another word, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you. No hesitation. No awkward lead-up. Just warmth—real and grounding and solid. Your breath caught in your chest as you melted into it, arms sliding up around his back. You’d hugged him before. At birthdays, at bonfires, after long car rides. But this one lasted longer. His hand pressed lightly against your back, fingertips brushing the fabric of your T-shirt as you inhaled his scent. And his chin rested against your hair, as you could feel the weight of his heartbeat.

Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke. It felt like everything had paused, just for this.

When he finally pulled back slowly, his hands lingered at your waist a second longer than necessary. Like he didn’t want to get away, like it cost him something. “You’ll call me ?” you asked quietly, not looking at him directly.

“Yeah. Of course.”

“You promise ?”

He didn’t answer right away. Then he said, “I promise.” Like he meant it. Like it was something more than words.

Lewis called from the driver’s seat, telling him to hurry up before the sun set on their whole damn semester. You both laughed a little, but neither of you moved.

“Don’t forget about me,” you said, half-joking, half-terrified.

His eyes flicked over your face, something unreadable there. “Not a chance.”

Then he turned, walking back toward the bronco. You stood there, arms crossed over your chest, watching as he climbed into the passenger seat. He looked back just once—just long enough for your eyes to meet through the windshield.

And you realized, in that exact moment, that you’d never be just Lewis’s little sister to him again.

»» ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── ««

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fashionteahouse · 7 months ago

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ONG I loved ur LSD I need more. Why were they in the room?why have Paul and reader sleeping together? How does the pack feel about this?….

I need answers 😩

omg thank youuu 🤭 ur questions will be answered hope you enjoy :)

L$D - reader x embry and paul x rachel

AN: for context, read: part 1 here this part is more or so the backstory that leads up to part 1. sorry if this story is too long :s

Rachel lounged comfortably as the afternoon sun was shining through the windows.

You lounged next to her. Rachel didn’t allow many people to be on her bed, but you both were very close.

One thing you liked about Rachel, was her openness. However, it was exclusive for those she handpicked to be in her life. Rachel enjoyed how you didn’t experience too much of life without her, she loved the curiosity and zest for life that you had. There have been instances where she had introduced you to things.

She was blunt. She didn’t care. That’s why your mouth was a bit open, not due to shock, but with what she said.

“We became open.”

“Huh?” you question her.

She makes a face that’s proving to you that she’s not lying.

“You could do that?” you ask her.

“Yeah.” she says as she laughs a little, “We agreed on conditions of course.”

“Do tell.” you say, itching for more information.

“I pick the girl. He picks the guy.”

“I guess…That’s fair.” you say.

You couldn’t imagine you and Embry being open. He’s all you’ve ever known. You felt the devotion from Embry to know that he would never go behind you. He told you everything. Sometimes, too much.

You also didn’t know, that imprints could do such a thing. Rachel must’ve seen the conflicted look on your face as she scarily answers the questions that was in your head.

“Paul is in the palm of my world. He just wants me happy. I’m the one who suggested it.”

You’re now in shock. Rachel being the one to give the green light was not what you expected.

“Guys usually are the ones I hear about suggesting open relationships.” you say, but then again, you were going off of the media you have consumed.

Rachel laughs at your statement.

“But, at least tell me why. I thought you and Paul were like…I don’t know, perfect.”

“I have needs as well. I like the feeling of not being tied down or feeling like I’m the reason the person who’s with me is tied down. I enjoy my bit of fun. Especially, since I’m still young.” she says.

“I hope it works out for you guys. You are my couple goals.” you say in a playful manner.

Rachel laughs again, “Who are you telling? You and Embry are already like a married couple.”

“Yeah right.” you quietly say as you wave her off.

“It’s true.” she says still chuckling.

You’re quiet and she notices.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I just think you and Embry are like the ideal imprint couple.”

You start thinking, “Hm…”

Paul came home. You couldn’t help but to watch them as they greeted each other. It was as if the talk that you and Rachel had was nothing.

“I’m gonna head back. Embry’s probably going to try to eat tv dinners so I have to make him something to eat.”

“Boooo.” Paul says in a teasing tone and Rachel laughs as she couldn’t help it.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you guys later.” you say and exit out of their shared home.

You hear Embry’s fork clatter down softly and you look up.

“What are you thinking about?” he asks.

“Nothing, really.” you say but he’s not convinced.

“If it’s nothing, then why are you thinking about it?” he asks. You softly sigh.

“It’s only girl talk with Rachel, really.” you say.

He leaves it at that.

Rachel sings along to the radio, as she stops at a red light.

You were in the passenger seat, waiting to go the restaurant she had plans on going to.

A car, pulls beside her to also wait for the red light to change green.

You watch as the two exchange looks, before putting down their windows, exchanging phone numbers.

“Him?” you ask as you both follow the waiter to the booth you were walking to.

As you sit down, tell the waiter the drinks you both want, Rachel tells you.

“If anything, he can just eat me out.”

“Wow.” you breathe out. The waiter comes back and you and Rachel take a sip of the freshly filled drinks. You tell the waiter what you both would like to eat.

“Why not just have Paul do it? Don’t you love him?” you ask.

“I love that he allows me to do what I want.” she says with a smile as she placed the straw in her lips.

You don’t notice her, but she stares at you for a moment before changing the topic.

Rachel’s fingers type back and forth as she messaged the person who seen her at the red light. He was a bit corny. She sighed to herself as she lessened her sentences to him, feeling totally uninterested.

“What’s wrong with you?” Paul asks as he placed a kiss on her temple.

“This guy is lame.”

“I thought I was picking the guy.”

“You haven’t picked anyone yet.” Rachel says, showing signs of impatience. Paul lays back on his pillow.

“You won’t like who I pick.” Paul states as he grins a bit.

“Who?”

“I haven’t figured it out yet.” he says, “In the meantime, stop giving lames the time of day.”

“How do I know you aren’t doing the same.” Rachel teases as she fluffed her pillow.

“You know me.” he simply says. She couldn’t argue with that.

You and Rachel sat on Emily’s porch swing. You whispered to each other. The wolves were in the home and you both wanted some type of privacy from their supernatural hearing.

“I didn’t talk to that guy again.” Rachel whispers.

“I’m just curious. If you’re picking the girl, would it be a random stranger you would think is cute or what?”

Rachel sits back about as the swing swung.

“Someone I would trust. I know Paul and girls will think they can fuck him good enough to take me out of the equation.” she whispers but rolls her eyes at such thought.

“Do you think he shares the same fear?”

“Maybe. But, he knows I wouldn’t like..Leave him.” Rachel whispers.

Paul bursts out onto the porch and you and Rachel jump a bit.

“Yeah, what were you two doing?” he says as he flops right in the middle of you two.

“Being interrupted. What do you want?” Rachel asks.

“To see what you two were whispering about.” he whispers in a dramatic way.

“Nothing.” you whisper back as if you were telling a scary story.

Paul chuckled at this.

Rachel looks at you.

Embry comes out, smiling a bit when he sees you.

You rise and hug him.

“You ready to go?” he asks you. You nod and wave bye to both of them. Rachel watched as Paul watched you walk off with Embry.

Later that night, Embry snored softly beside you.

Your phone buzzed as you watched tv in the bedroom you two shared, you made sure the volume wasn’t distracting.

“I have a question”

“Oh god.” you thought in your head. It was from Rachel and you knew this would not be innocent question.

“I feel like I should be scared to know”

You type back.

Another buzz hits you as you read the message.

“Aren’t you at least curious to know how it feels to have experience to compare?”

You look to the sleeping Embry before typing back.

“It’s never really crossed my mind. I haven’t really thought of it too much.”

You wait for a reply but you don’t get one. You just continue watching your television.

That next morning, you and Embry ate before he had to leave for patrol.

“Can I ask you something?” you ask him.

“Sure. What’s up.” he answers and starts chewing.

“Would you…Hm…What would you do if I told you I wanted an open relationship?” you ask him.

He looks up from his food, “Is..That what you want?”

“No I- It’s just a thought.” you say.

You watch as he chews and thinks for a moment, “I mean..I would ask why you would want one of course. But, ultimately, I would want to know if…That’s what’s going to make you happy.”

You nod as you digest this.

As you and Rachel walked along the somewhat empty beach, you both fall into talk.

“I asked Embry what he would do if I asked for an open relationship.” you tell her.

“What did he say.” she says with a curious grin.

“He said he would want to know why and would want to know if that’s what would make me happy.” you tell her.

“But, would you?” she asks.

“Would I what?”

“Ask him for one?” she asks again.

You sigh softly, “I don’t know. Probably not. But, I am curious.”

“About what?”

You look to her before feeling a wave of shame, “You said something about that guy…Eating you out. Embry’s not into it.”

“Whaaat!” she says as she stops her steps to look at you.

“Rach, come on.” you groan.

“No, you come on. What do you mean Embry’s not into it.”

You shrug quickly, “I don’t know. Going down on each other is just…Something we just don’t do.”

Rachel scoffs, “So, what. You both do the same positions? All the time?”

“So what if we do. We’re both fine with it. It’s not like I’m missing out-”

“Okay, that’s enough. I’ve heard enough. Y/N, come on. The white light is what you’re missing out on.” she says with a hand held up and shakes her head.

You stuff your hands in your pockets and look into the distance.

“Look, don’t hate me after I say this.” she says.

You look at her.

“If I had to pick a girl for Paul, it would be you.”

Your eyes widen.

“Just hear me out.” she says.

“Rachel-“

“Just hear me out. I trust you more than anyone and..I feel like you should at least know what it feels like to have fun with sex.”

Your hands cover your face.

“Look, I’m not saying you’re going to sleep with Paul. It’s just how I feel at the moment.”

You waited at home for Embry to walk in, any moment.

Your mind kept thinking back to the conversation you and Rachel had earlier.

Your mind was uncomfortable but you did wonder if there was a way to spice up you and Embry’s intimacy.

You greet him with a hug and a sensual kiss.

“Hey.” he says softly as he looks at you. You lean back into another kiss.

He got the idea, kissing you back.

Before he did the usual of sleeking himself against your wetness before sinking in, you whisper to him, “Can you…?”

“Can I what?” he asks back, dripping in velvet.

You rub his arm to add onto the persuasion, “You know..Eat me out?”

He pauses and gives a look, “Where’s this coming from?”

“I thought it would be fun.” you say, “It’s fine. Just come here.”

You want him to lay on his back, which he does, but you move your body down on him.

He watched as you then try to put him close to your mouth but he catches you. “Y/N. What are you doing?” he says with a smile.

“I thought it would be fun.” you say, shrugging.

“Yeah, but…” he trails off, you picked up on his uncomfortable smile.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” you say and kiss him on the face instead, trying to bring the mood back into the room.

He lets his hands caress your body, choosing to use his fingers, not his tongue.

He did the usual, but you didn’t come as hard as you usually did.

In Rachel and Paul’s home, Rachel talked to him as she brushed her teeth. He washed his body while she did so.

“I was on patrol with Embry. Apparently Y/N asked him what he would do if she asked to be open.” he says as the water runs down his body.

Rachel slows her brushing, “Really?” She already knew from you, but she had no idea that Embry would still think about it.

“Yeah.” he says laughing to himself a bit.

“How did he feel about it. Y/N told me she asked him and told me what he said to her.”

The water turns off and he grabs a towel.

“I feel fucked up but he didn’t know I was around, he kept picturing Y/N with someone else. How he felt? Horny as fuck.” he says snickering.

He left Rachel to have it sit on her brain.

Embry had a lot of things on his mind. He barely engaged in conversations at Emily’s.

He watched you and Rachel talk and laugh about. He then observed how Paul was also watching you two. Unwanted thoughts began to flow through his brain.

He wondered if something in you and Rachel’s conversation is what made you ask him to go down on you. He knew that type of talk to especially come from Paul.

As they all rise to move into the dining room to eat, Embry was snapped out his thoughts as Paul slapped him on the shoulder, “You coming?”

Embry shakes out his deep thoughts, “Yeah.”

Embry ate silently as everyone else around him was falling into the fundamentals of an enjoyable dinner.

You noticed his silence. You still made sure to snake your hand in his. Rachel noticed as well. You two would’ve bantered a bit about something if this was any other time. She didn’t say anything though as she continued her dinner.

You and Rachel were saying your final goodbyes to each other as Paul pulled Embry to the side. Paul tried to make conversation with him, but Embry was acting stand offish. Feeling like he didn’t do anything to him, Paul says, “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing, man.” Embry shrugs.

“I was just checking because you’re not acting like it’s nothing.” Paul says, clearly spending enough time with him to catch him in a lie.

Embry brings on a small grin, “Yeah, it’s nothing. I’ll see you tomorrow.” They both nod off to each other as each went their own direction.

You waited for Embry in bed. He climbed in and kissed you goodnight.

You rub his shoulder and press a light kiss on his neck. Saying it without hardness he lets you know, “I want to, just not tonight. I gotta get up early.”

You slump back and tell him, “Okay.”

You shake your head as you vent. You and Rachel were in a parking lot eating take out. You felt frustrated. It was in the spur of the moment. You couldn’t sleep because you knew that any other time, he would’ve stayed up anyways.

“Since when did he care that he had to get up early.” you say and remember the times where Sam chastised him about being late all because he would leave at the last minute.

“Paul did say he wasn’t like himself.” Rachel mused.

“Unbelievable. I don’t understand. Things were good but I don’t know anymore. With Embry, I knew everything.” you say.

“Well, just try to talk to him.” She says.

You closed the now empty container and had an epiphany.

“What?” Rachel asks as she’s watching you just rack your mind.

“I think it’s my fault.” you say and slump your shoulders.

“What? Why would on earth would you think that?” she asks.

“Things got a little..I don’t know, different since I asked him-“ you say and shake your head.

“Asked him what? What did you ask him?” Rachel asks.

You debrief Rachel about what happened when you asked Embry to go down on you.

“It’s okay. It’s nothing to beat yourself up over.” Rachel says.

“But, I’m the one who made things weird!” you exclaim.

“Did he say that?”

“No-“

“Then you didn’t.” she says deadpanning.

You go back to her home with her.

“Hey.” you both greet Paul as he sits in the living room watching sports. He mumbled a greeting back.

You follow Rachel up the stairs.

You lie your back on the mattress and stare at the ceiling.

“Stop thinking about it, Y/N.”

“How could I not.” you say.

Rachel rested her head on the hand of her bent elbow.

“I literally started bringing things up out of nowhere.” you say.

Rachel rolls her eyes, “Just ask him again.”

Paul comes in and shakes his head at Rachel. Rachel looks, “What?”

“Where’s my kiss?” he asks.

“Where’s my kiss?” she asks and mocks his greeting when you and her came in the door.

This makes Paul laugh and you look away and felt the bed dip and hear a smack from them.

You felt a brush on your leg and look and groan. You didn’t expect Paul to fully make out with Rachel. This makes both Paul and Rachel pull from each other’s lips as they laughed.

“Alright, Rachel I’ll see you later.” you say and move to stand.

“No. No. Okay, get out Paul.” she says. You chuckle a bit.

“How are you kicking me out of my own room?” he asks and gets even more comfortable.

“Me and Y/N are talking.” she says.

“Why can’t we all talk?”

“Don’t you have a game to watch?” you ask to him as you sit next to Rachel on the bed.

“They lost. Now, I’m bored.” he says.

“Not our problem.” Rachel says.

“You two passing secrets or something?” he teases.

“Yeah, it’s about how I can’t stand you.” Rachel says sarcastically.

“I caught you two whispering. I want in on the scoop.” he says.

You swallow and Paul immediately notices and mischievously chuckles, “Something’s up.”

“Nothing’s up. God, you’re so annoying.” Rachel sighs out.

“Alright. Ask who again?” he challenged, letting you both know it didn’t move past his ears as he came up the steps.

“None of your buisness.” you say but it wasn’t confident. Paul had fun with this.

“Who do you think I am?” he says shaking his head, still smirking.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“I can tell you something.” he says enticingly. Rachel playfully smack him on the arm.

“Don’t fall for it, Y/N.” Rachel says.

“Even you don’t even know what I’m about to say.” he says to Rachel and this makes her take a look a him. He wasn’t kidding around.

“What?” Rachel asks.

He chuckles as he looked at her and he then takes a look at you.

“I got back from patrol, right? But, with Embry.” he says.

“Okay, who cares.” you say and Rachel snickers.

“We talked.” he says.

“And?” Rachel says.

“And I want to know what you’re going to ask who again?”

You groan, “Just tell me. Quit fucking around.”

“No.”

“Just tell me.” Rachel says. Paul gives her a look and she rolls her eyes, “Just whisper it in my ear.”

Paul actually considers this but says, “This means you have to tell me.”

Rachel agrees and Paul sealed it with a pinkie promise and tells you, “Move, Y/N.”

You move to the near end of the bed, Paul places his lips close to Rachel’s ear. Rachel had a look on her face and you watch her face carefully. You were mad that Paul was a good whisperer because you couldn’t hear a thing he was telling her. She reacted subtly and this made you really want to know.

She looks at you as he sits back with a smirk.

“What?” you ask.

“Nope. Rachel, tell me.” he says.

“It matches up with what we talked about, Y/N.” Rachel tells you.

“I only asked Embry to… ya know…” you gesture in a down motion and say, “And Rachel only wants me to ask him again. Happy?”

“No, are you happy?” he says humorously.

You roll your eyes as Rachel covers her mouth, hiding her laugh.

“I would’ve never thought Embry didn’t like to get his dick sucked.” he says. You gasp as Rachel scolds him, “Paul!”

“How do you know that?” you question him. That was something that only you knew.

“I told you I was on patrol with him and I talked to him.” Paul says and dives into how Paul was coming back to him and Embry’s meetup spot. There was no signs of active threats in the part Paul was supposed to keep watch of.

Paul stopped moving once he caught a flash of what you two did the night before. He kept it hidden for the time being, but he felt bad when you looked excited but Embry didn’t want to go through with it. He then watched how Embry wouldn’t let you go further.

That’s when Embry thought about the discussion you both had over being open. That’s when the fantasies began.

Paul had to say something, “Just be open.”

“Dude, mind your buisness!” Embry says. He was caught off guard.

Paul then shows Embry how him and Rachel are open.

“You wouldn’t get jealous?” Embry questions as he walked through the woods with Paul. They been could’ve went back to Sam’s but, this was more entrapping.

“I’m made for Rachel, practically. She would choose me everytime.”

“Wow. I mean, I felt bad when I turned her down. I just can’t get into it. It feels too much like teasing…I don’t know.”

“Just think about it. It might I don’t know, create balance if you both want different things.” Paul says.

“So, what happens if Rachel picks a girl and you don’t want her?” Embry asks.

“Rachel is holding off, but I know her. She’s going to pick someone who she trusts the most.”

“Y/N would never.” Embry says with confidence.

“What if she agrees?” Paul asks.

“But, she wouldn’t.”

“But, you don’t know that. Why did she question you then?” Paul challenged.

Embry was stuck, “It doesn’t matter. Look, I’m glad that you and Rachel have your thing going on. But, me and Y/N are fine.”

Paul busts his lie, proving to Embry how he caught him secretly enjoying the thought of you having intercourse with someone else. While he watched.

“Fuck off Paul.” Embry says and continues walking.

“Just talk to her. Look, if she says yes, you could be there in there with us.” Paul says and leave him alone.

You just didn’t understand it.

“How come he’s never talked to me about this?” you wondered out loud.

“Just talk to him.” Paul says.

“Is it true?” you ask Rachel.

“I thought you would’ve figured it out when we talked at the restaurant.”

“Wait, you both talked about this, already?” Paul questions.

“Not like that. I told her it would be my pick of someone who I deem as the most trustworthy.” Rachel tells him.

You look at Paul. Paul looks at you.

“And then, you both are already familiar with each other so it wouldn’t be awkward.” Rachel says.

“I don’t know.” you say as you shake your head.

When you came home, Embry didn’t greet you at the door. You enter the room you both shared and he sat on the bed.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, “And don’t say ‘nothing’ ”

You sit next to him.

He actually looks at you.

“Would you do it?” Embry asks.

“Do what?”

He thinks of his words for a moment before asking, “What would you do if I asked us to be open.”

You sigh softly, “I would ask if that’s something you’re comfortable with doing.”

“Have you thought about it? You asked me about it that one day.” he says.

“I only brought it up because Rachel told me about what her and Paul had going on.” you admit.

“And then when you wanted to do oral.” he points out.

“I’m sorry, if I made things weird between us.” you say.

“You didn’t make things weird. I feel like I did.” he says.

“Why would you think that?” you ask.

“Because…I know you want me to go down on you and everything and you looked very willing and I feel like I ruined your mood by rejecting it.” he says.

“You didn’t ruin anything, Embry.” you say.

“But, would you want to?” he asks.

“Want to…? What?” you ask.

“Be open.” he asks.

Your breath hitched.

“I don’t know. What- What about you.”

“I would do it if you did it.” he says, “You like different things than me.”

“Oh.” you say.

“Would you do it…With Paul?” he asks.

You look at him. So Paul really wasn’t lying.

“Um..I don’t know. Maybe?” you say.

“It’s alright, Y/N. I would be there.”

You stand, “Like, in the room?”

He nods.

It kind of did kill the jitters of the idea of it. If Embry was there, nothing would go out of line.

Paul lay in bed as Rachel pulled the covers over herself.

“I picked someone.”

“Who?” Rachel says, barely paying attention.

“What about Embry?” he asks.

“Embry?” Rachel says and looks at Paul.

“Yeah.” Paul says and moved his eyes from the ceiling to Rachel’s eyes.

“Why him?” Rachel asks. She thought of Embry as innocent in a way. She felt like she would do more damage than good.

“Take the stick out of his ass.”

Rachel rolls her eyes, “Of course.” she continues, “Y/N would not let me touch Embry.”

“Just ask her.”

“Our friendship would literally go bye-bye if I asked her.”

“Fine. I’ll ask her.”

“No!” Rachel says.

“You won’t do it. What? How come you can pick someone but as soon as I do, you shoot it down.”

“I’m not shooting it down. I will ask, but if she hates me, I’m blaming you.” she says and lays her head on the pillow.

“She won’t hate you.” Paul says quietly.

“Why are you so quiet?” you ask Rachel as you sat in front her, eating a muffin that Emily had made.

“Yeah, is everything alright?” Emily asks.

Rachel looks at you, “I’m fine.”

You look at her. Oh, yeah. Something was not fine.

“We’ll be back Emily.” Rachel says to you as she tugs you out of the door.

You speed walk to catch up to her.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“Remember that..Talk..That me, you and Paul had the other day?”

You nod.

“He picked Embry.”

You look to the side, “It makes sense.”

“Y/N.” she says in shock.

You look up, “What?”

“He said Embry.” Rachel says.

“I heard you the first time. Don’t you think it’s at least fair?” you say.

“I don’t want you to hate me for this.” she says.

“How do you think I feel right now? Embry told me he wants to be in the room when it happens.” you tell her.

“Really?” Rachel asks and you nod. Relief washes over her face and this makes you huff out a small chuckle.

“Yes.” you say.

“So, you don’t mind if..I’m there too?” she asks you.

“I wouldn’t expect you not to be in there. That’s your imprint.”

So it’s settled.

You sat next to Rachel on the couch. The boys came in from patrol.

“Where’s Paul and Embry?” Rachel asks the boys as she doesn’t see them come in.

“Went home.” Jared says with a shrug and greets his imprint with a kiss.

You and Rachel looked at each other.

You both rise at the same time.

“You’re not staying?” Kim asks as Jared wrapped his arm around her.

You shake your head.

“How much you want to bet they’re at my place?” Rachel asks you.

You chuckle at this as you both see the home come into view.

You follow her into the door and sure enough, both Paul and Embry sat on the couch.

“Hey.” you and Rachel say at the same time. They greet back and by the looks of it, they were in the middle of talking.

Rachel moves to sit right on Paul’s lap and looks at Embry. You saw the blush on his face and hold his hand.

“Did you ask her?” Paul asks Rachel.

“Yes. She doesn’t mind.” Rachel says while still looking at Embry.

“Embry doesn’t mind either. Right, Embry?” Paul asks him. Embry nods and looks to you, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nod slightly.

“You’re acting like I’m going to kill her.” Paul says. Rachel chuckles.

“You might. Before Rachel, on patrol I would see how you used to pound those girls.” Embry defends.

“That’s different. I care about Y/N, I didn’t care about those other girls.” he says as he looks at you.

Rachel gets up excitedly, “Alright, what are we waiting for?”

She pulled Embry up by his hands. She tugged in the bedroom. Paul has his hand out as he waits for you.

You take it and he pulls you up off from the couch. You let out a surprised noise when he picks your body up. As he held you, your face was close to his and he walked to where Embry and Rachel were.

You weren’t used to someone else other than Embry to feel on your body. You look to see Rachel holding Embry into a kiss. She was leading him. He let her.

You felt your chin being snatched in other direction. His lips felt soft and moved with such precision, you forgot that it wasn’t Embry that you were kissing.

It was euphoric as he licked and sucked on your tongue as your hands snaked through his soft hair. He moaned a bit in your mouth before moving your body to feel how hard he was.

It felt like a rush. You were sure that if you took drugs, it would feel like this moment. You were only a bit tipsy.

You look up to the body that was towering over you. The hunger in his eyes made your stomach do backflips. It was intense.

“You don’t have to be shy.” Paul says to you with a grin.

You allow yourself to feel comfortable as you lay back on his bed. He never would forget the sight.

He would never forget your taste as you squirmed on his tongue. His tongue flicked up as he gathered your juices that you kept producing.

You were panting and breathing hard as you plead and beg him, “Please, just please.”

“Please what?” he says as he circled your sensitive nub, staring down at your flushed face. He was going to drag this out as long as he could.

You groan at his teasing.

“Repeat after me?” he asks you. You nod a little.

“Paul.” he says and you repeat him, “Paul.”

“Please.” he says and you repeat him, “Please.”

“Fuck me.” he says and you repeat him, “Fuck me.”

He held you close as he held your sides in a strong grip. The sound of skin slapping filled the room as you both belt out noises of pleasure. He let you know how wet you are and you let him know good he feels.

You head rolls to the side as the thrusts were great.

Embry sat in a chair that was in the bedroom. Rachel rocked his world by the look of his face, she thrusts on top of him as he clutched onto her.

Your chin was moved back to have your face, face Paul.

“Look at me. Look at what you’re doing to me.” he whispers to you and slowly pulls himself out. You looked as he glistened below. You groaned quietly as he slowly stuck it back in. You heard your own wetness as you heard his own groans.

Embry kissed you on the side of your lips.

“Are you alright?” he asks you as you buried yourself underneath the covers.

“Yes, I’m alright. What about you?” you ask. You were very tired.

He makes a satisfied look and nods, “I’m alright. It went better than I thought it would be.”

“Yeah. Do you think things will be weird?” you question.

“Nah. I don’t think so.” he answers back.

He then speaks again, “Me and Paul will keep it from the pack to make sure it doesn’t get too weird.”

You nod as you sink further into the bed. You yawned and before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

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babybearnation · 4 months ago

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WAIT YOU QRITE FOR PEPE OMG OMG OMG

okay okay i have like an idea for just like first date hcs with pepe bc i feel like it would be so cute

context: me & oli discussed this in dms and agreed for this ask to be general date headcanons rather than just first date!

pepe marti x gn!reader (date headcanons):

both shy yet confident when asking you to go on a date with him

like he's smirking and acting all confident but his eyes are a bit skittish and his face has a lovely red hue to it

takes you to a lovely restaurant for your first date and it's proper swoon-worthy

brings you flowers, pulls your chair out for you, holds your hand over the table and kisses it occasionally - hell, he'll even order your food for you if you're nervous

it's so fun and you two definitely end up attracting some weird looks with how much you laugh and giggle

after all, you two were close friends before pepe asked you out and you wouldn't let romantic feelings change how the two of you were in a negative way

loves going on restaurant dates with you because he loves seeing you all dressed up and snazzy looking

has a secret soft spot for picnic dates - basically a restaurant date but less expensive, more casual and a lot softer

isn't really a big fan of going to the cinema but loves staying home and catching up on movies with you - these can be whole day long events sometimes

always down to go on shopping dates with you

loves to wolf whistle every time you try on new clothes/accessories and he's unashamed to do it tbh

definitely gets you two kicked out of one or two stores because he's causing too much chaos

loves sightseeing with you - if you accompany him to any of his races, he'll be eagerly researching places he can take you and show you within the country

so damn eager to make sure you have a good time when you go to races because he's lowkey convinced he's "forcing" you to go

cooking and baking dates are a MUST

you two have so much fun with these and, even when things go wrong, something usually comes out good

if absolutely everything goes wrong, though, pepe will order food for you two to share whilst you laugh about your failures

always kisses your hand when he greets you for dates, always opens his car door for you, always pulls your chair out, always takes your coat for you - he's just a gentleman, okay?!

will stop doing any of that if it makes you uncomfortable though!

(could also totally see him keeping a blanket or at least a jacket around so, if you wear skirts, he has something to cover your lap with should you need it)

#ᵔᴥᵔ fics #sir bear's sweetheart special #bear's inbox #milessunflowers #pepe marti #pepe marti x reader #jmm3 #jmm3 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #formula 2 #formula 2 x reader #f2 #f2 x reader #babybearnation

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geoledgy · 4 months ago

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your oc website is SO SO SO SO INCREDIBLY COOL how the hell do you even start learning how to do this ?? if you learned how to do this by yourself online, are there any tutorials or resources you can share with us? was making this website free??

omg THANK YOU SO SOOOOOO MUCH!!! It makes me so happy to hear that folks like my little site. I code my site with Phoenix Code (for the live viewer and number dials) and I host my site on Neocities - it is all free. Phoenix can be used in browser or on desktop, but I like having it on desktop more for big projects in case my files get deleted. I use the browser version when I just want to test something quickly.

The 2 videos I use and can not recommend enough to anyone who asks me are this HTML tutorial and this CSS tutorial. They are simple and easy to understand, but I recommend watching it the first go, and then following along the next few watches until you get the flow of basic parts to a website, how they're organized, and what order they go in. At this point, I've memorized exactly where everything goes, and it is all thanks to these 2 videos.

If I am being honest, I learned how to code by myself, not quite even with online tutorials but just from being stupid and messing around myself (1, because I was a kid, and 2, because I didn't understand English very well to know what tutorials are saying.) I used to do html coding for Neopet pages when I was a kid with too much online time, first by just editing the default petpages and adding info and images, and then just doing trial and error with the html. I'll just try something and then if it doesn't turn out the way I want it, I try to find out why it didn't work and also get inspiration from other similar sites to figure out where things go or how they coded (with this nifty thing called right click > inspect page or right click > view page source). And BOOM, working webpage.

It was rudimentary, white blank background without any boxes or anything, you just scrolled down the page and sections were separated by a horizontal bar. OH and every text was centered! I had no idea how to make scrolling boxes or fancy assets, but damn I still had so much fun working on it every weekend. When you find authentic selfmade sites from the 90s and 2000s, most of them aren't super fancy either unlike what modern nostalgia makes you think. So I hope you don't feel discouraged if you begin making a website and feel it isn't "fancy", you're already doing a first big step which is making a webpage and learned your first set of html code!

It was over a decade later before I coded webpages with html again. I've gotten lazy and started relying on site builders, but nothing was quite as versatile as html. I wanted to try coding my own OC site again, so that was when I started working on OutKrop (the site I posted). Until I started coding again, I had literally no idea what CSS even is (and let me tell you, it's a game changer!)

Personally, I work best when I can do things hands on. I don't read through tutorials, I code first then go back and read through coding help sites like w3schools when I find myself stuck and unable to figure something out. Sometimes I grab existing codes and play around with them to see what changes and what I can do with it, cuz having visual context is what helps me a lot.

I can also share my process:

Once I gather up some ideas, I make a sketch, including what boxes (divs in css) should approximately go. It is very rough, but shows me exactly what I need to know.

Next I load up my coding app (Phoenix Code in my case) and "sketch" the layout. Nothing fancy going on here, just putting things where they need to be, and fixing size of boxes and margins if needed. I give my boxes all a background color so I can easily see how big they are and where they are located.

After some adjustments like moving stuff around and adding assets like backgrounds and images, and changing colors of the boxes, rounding off corners, etc., we get this!

so recap + additional useful sites I use:

Coding app: Phoenix Code

Site hosted on: Neocities

Video tutorials: HTML and CSS

Sites for learning code: w3schools, also lissa explains is a great site that is written for kids to learn html so it's easy to understand. Finally, sadgrl has a lot of great resources for coding as well!

I recommend looking through these sites AFTER you tried taking a spin at coding - it doesn't have to be anything fancy just follow the HTML video tutorial I linked!

Thanks for the ask, and I hope this helps you and many others out there who are interested in building a site with html/css! Don't be afraid to get things "wrong" or have an "un-fancy" site. This is how you learn to code, and it'll become so easy once you get the hang of it.

Anyone is always more than welcome to reach out for coding help and advice :-]

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karmaajr · 4 months ago

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guys not the way I cried over my mum getting pissed at me outside our flat earlier and calling me a chav

for context, she called me on my phone a while back n started yelling at me n I was SO lost n turned out she only wanted me and my relative to go downstairs and pick up the shopping

n I tried to get our relative to wake up but bro js got pissy with me so I started stressing out on what I should tell my mum JUST when she calls me on my phone again

the convo follows:

-> *name* where the hell are you? it's freezing, I'm not getting all of this crap myself

-> my bad my bad, I'm uhm trying to find clothes to change into?? also *relatives name* won't wake up so what do I do??

-> I don't know! for God's sake do I have to do everything around here? just get down here

-> im still in my pjs tho...

-> I DONT CARE just come downstairs!! stop overcomplicating everything for once

-> okayokay sorry, I'll be down in a min after I find my coat

-> it's fine, it's pretty warm

i was kinda confused CUZ SHE LITERALLY SAID IT WAS FREEZING LIKE A MINUTE BEFORE??? but like, whatevs!! I still go find my coat though because like....... homie my pjs is a tank top and some thin pyjama trousers so HELL NO LMAOOO 😭😭😭

n I get downstairs after a bit n mum starts giving me stuff while giving me dirty looks and I'm like whatevs, she's probs in a bad mood cuz I was so slow n then MY DUMBASS makes the mistake of tucking my hair behind my ear 💀

which then reveals my collarbone more clearly and my mum absolutely LOSES HER SHIT OMG?!?! like girl starts screaming at me to zip up and starts saying how I look like a chav n like a....... ✨️paid adult fun timer in the making✨️ to make it PG for yall 😍😍

anyways like two minutes later our creepy neighbour pulls up and makes everything SM worse n even looks me up and down with a smirk while offering to "help us out while (my) baba is gone" as if im not literally younger than his eldest daughter 🙏🙏 (only by a year BUT STILL HOLY SHIT?? WE USED TO BE FRIENDS AS WELL SO IT MAKES IT SM WORSEE)

n ya the walk back upstairs adds to the shittiness of it all cuz mums talking shit about like, everybody in existence once again AND TALKING SMACK ABT OUR RELATIVE WHICH IS COMPLETELY FAIR CUZ OUR RELATIVE IS SO FUCKING ANNOYING OMG 💀💀💀🙏

anyways like half n hour ago I went to the living room (where my mum and sister are cuddling on the sofa watching some film that i wasnt told they were gna be watching so thats whatevs ig :D) after putting the kettle on boil and tried to check with my mum if she said what she actually said (cuz this happens a lot n she denies it afterwards which makes me feel like I'm going mad omg) and she starts laughing for like 2-3 minutes straight with me standing in the doorway on the verge of teats n my sister like "amma what word??? what word is she talking about????"

anyways I give up, pour myself some hot water after basically getting the confirmation and go to my mums room (2 bedroom flat and my relatives taken over my room atp) to cry LOL

then locked in a few minutes later BCUZ WHAT AM I CRYING OVER TF?!??!? STOP BEING A LIL BITCHHHHH????!? then I remember her absolute loathing for chavs and them lot, get upset again and blah blah now im listening to AMAZING ass covers on YouTube (on my ipad) n writing this so I can stop feeling upset omg 🙏🙏🙏 ANYWAYS BAI YALL WHO ACTUALLY BOTHERED TO READ THIS WHOLE THINGGG

#karmaajr rambles #karmas mum mentions :3 #there's no point of my side blog that's a vent acc atp omg #BSHSHHDHSHSH #IM TOO GOOD YALL #(getting way too comfy on the internet)#ANYWAYS #SBHSHXHSHHSNSJS SAILOR SONG IS SO GOOD YALL???? LIKE IF U HAVENT LISTENED TO IT THEN PLS DOOOO 🙏🙏

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itsrlymine · 7 months ago

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HAI BESTIE ITS 🪐💜 AGAIN!!!

omg ur post abt not calling it desires bc it’s already yours so wtf are you desiring… EXACTLY!!! LITERALLY THAT!!

I always had this sort of cognitive dissonance when it comes to talking abt like the concept of wanting something and “trying to get it” when in all reality you don’t want something you already have.

Also I wanted to mention this little trick I use to help for people who have a hard time or just aren’t used to affirming something to themselves if they’re too caught up in the “3D” or whatever!! For all y’all ‘logical’ people this might work for you

Basically I spew out a list of stuff that I know are undeniable fact and include whatever it is I manifest in that list so my brain will receipt it as a fact as well! There is a psychology term for this where your brain will categorize something based on the surrounding information/context but I forgot what it was called LMAOO

Essentially I tell myself something along this:

“The sky is blue. I have a phone. I breathe oxygen. I have 2 living parents. I’m sitting in my apartment with (partner) rn. I graduated highschool. Grass is green. I’m good at art. it’s snowing outside right now. I’m a millionaire. My sister is 14 years old. I ate scrambled eggs for breakfast. Water is made up of one hydrogen atom two oxygen atoms. I know how to braid hair. I’ve got a huge following on social media. My friends are (insert names), I love my friends. I’m friends with (celeb.) ice is cold. Fire is hot. I have a masculinely androgynous body. My family is accepting of queer people. I am Arab. My family isn’t religious.”

Etc etc, it really helps me feel comfortable with understanding how it is FACTUAL I have it regardless of what the 3D shows me or not!

( something I find so funny is how since i deal with psychosis, in my episodes I tend to think of everything as fake and a simulation. and though I’m not having an episode I still think of the 3D and 4D with that lens bc this shit is just a slow ass loading simulation fr! Like I already changed and clicked and did whatever I changed but it loads slow as hell so although I’m not seeing the changes I know it’ll show up bc it has to)

babes.... when i tell you i do the same exact thinggggg! I list out facts that I know with ones that align with what I've manifested to prove to myself that I don't have to feel any inherent thing, just be and think as the person who has something they wanted. It's so great and just shows you how everything is truly just our assumptions of them.

#🪐💜 anon #anon ask #itsrlymine #law of assumption #imagination is reality #manifesting #loa tumblr #lawofassumption #shifting #loassumption #manifest #reality shift

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axl-gets-creative · 2 months ago

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sum demolition lovers art!

The man looks weird asf bc for some reason I can never draw this bitch right??? 😭

so LITTLE AU LORE DUMP 👅👅👅 (this post is not going to my masterlist bc it's not an official introduction for my au this is jst context)

SOOO in my three cheers au (which ties up into tbp which ties up into dd and becomes one big mcr au but we're not on that yet.....) illi mcmillin and phillip Lero (what I named franks character) grow up to be the demolition lovers, which is what they call themselves to stay anonymous, and become these masked (?) killers BUTTTTTTT they only kill BAD ppl bc I said so 🗣️ guhh but yeah illis a vampire ofc :D and uhh the context for this drawing is that when illi and Phillip died (illi died before Phillip but that's not important, and no illi did not die in the gunfight she went into a coma and THEN died from suicide that totally wasn't actually inflicted by the devil) illi wanted to kill the devil and (bc they're in the paper kingdom (black parade) now bc it's kinda like an in between of heaven and hell for ppl who aren't good but aren't bad either) she went to the vocalist (Gerard, bc the band members named R unknown in tbp) and straight up said "hey vro can I kill the devil :3" and he was like "OMG YES OFC!!!! bout time that bitch is ANNOYING!!!!!" Bc he chill like that and then hands her a special dagger that can kill the devine and gave her access to hell and she absolutely SLAUGHTERED that ho to shreds and then kept his heart as a souvenir for her and Phillip <333 (but dw hell has a voting system bc the devil is so hated that the current one gets killed like every other billion or trillion years or so so they legit gotta keep back ups💀 illi even considered fucking them all over and ruling hell herself BUTTTT I myself have not decided if I wanted to do that so I'm keeping the first idea canon FOR NOW)

Sigh i love the demolition lovers

edit: EHEM SO I HAVE CONSUMED NEW INFORMATION AND DECIDED TO CHANGE THIS

so instead of illi being in a coma and all of that i decided to change it to were shes already fuckign DEAD🗣️ from the gunfight (sob, i only get to write one suicide now 💔)d and shes jst there in the paper kingdom like "tf i miss my husband r u gonna bring me back to him or is he coming to me wtf is happening help i miss my pookie" BUTTT this time she isnt aware of anything going on with the devil (0ther than the fact thhat his fuckass satanic cult are the ones who killed them both, oh yeah i never mentioned there was cult-) so when phillip dies from suicide (nothing much changes on his part) and goes to the paper kingdom he tells illi about everything and home girl is MADDDDDDDDDDDDD and THEN she kills the devil

(yes i changed this bc i realized gerard drew who me and others *cough cough slayicous dude in a video essay cough cough* believe is the demo woman on a FUCKING autopsy table with a FUCKING gunshot wound so yeah)

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punkpandapatrixk · 1 year ago

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💝Valentine & White Day Love Transmission ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

In Japan and Korea, Valentine's is when femmes give gifts to hommes; and exactly a month after that, on March 14th, the hommes return that Love with white (preferably) gifts that are expected to be at least three times the value/price of whatever gifts they’d received from the femmes😏

Traditionally it’s kinda like that. Hmmm… isn’t it obvious the celebration has never had quite any meaning in a country such as Japan and that the festivity is nothing more than a heavily-commercialised youth-tradition focused on the pursuit of shallow material desires?🤮

But…I guess it’s OK; because it’s cute anyway🥴

Within the context of this reading, the Valentine and White Day Love Transmission imparts the perfect synchrony of the Love shared by the Divines Feminine and Masculine. It is when affection is given and returned in Love and everything becomes beautiful and worth living for~💝

SONG: Space Orphans by Aoba Ichiko

MOVIE: Peter Pan (2003)

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Pile 1 – Don’t give up just yet; I’m on my way!

8 of Cups Rx, 4 of Pentacles Rx, Knight of Cups Rx

Darling, are you on the precipice of giving up on me?! Do NOT settle for someone—ANYONE—who’s NOT me! OMG, babe! I’m coming! Divine Timing is just being a bitch but I’m on my way to you!🦎Well, the thing is…we both have this annoying thing called a spiritual transformation… Until that’s happened—and nearly completely—we can’t be together just yet. But wait, I promise you it’s all worth it in the end🎁

I mean, why wouldn’t you wait for someone like me? I’m romantic; kind and sweet; I AM RICH; and I will always be there to protect you—I intend to always be your confidant and best friend🥰I will never betray you in any way. I’m your best friend who will skip right next to you on our way to beat up a bitch; figuratively, babe—I’m not really the type of person who gets violent LOL

What I do mean is, I want to give you a Life in which you cease to worry about small things. I want it to be that when you’re with me you no longer worry about a lack of means, a lack of warmth, or a lack of security. You’re somebody who deserves to be loved and to be very happy; and I want to give it all to you. And that’s why it’s important for me to become the best version of myself first😝

I’ve got to admit I’ve not always been the nicest, goodest person to have walked on Earth. I’m changing my ways, you know. I’m growing up; I’m developing; I’ve now been awakened and I’m still working on me, so that when I finally meet you, I will not disappoint you. Because I will never want to be a reason you stopped believing in the good of people😤I intend to be the complete opposite of that.

Fall in love with me, my dear. Fall in love with Life again when you meet me. Life is an adventure and finding me has got to be the greatest story ever told. I’ll tell you all of my crazyass stories when we meet. And I’m longing to hear you talk of your losses and triumphs. We’ll both gaze at the stars and wonder how they aligned to have us meet in this lifetime. I will be so grateful.

You know, generally speaking, I’m somewhat of an extrovert and I socialise well and I think quite positively about people. Maybe you will worry that I’m a playa of sort but right now, let me promise you this one thing: I’M NOT! I’m friendly, my love, but it doesn’t mean I wanna fuck somebody who’s not you. I dunno, I kinda have the handsome face of a smooth operator but on the inside, I’m really NOT!😩I’m really quite romantic and I believe in true love.

And honestly, at this point in my Life, I know you’re out there being all destined for me. You’re all I want. I’m on my way. So don’t you settle for any low-quality slob. Get ready, baby~ KNOCK KNOCK~🪄🚪

A LIFE WITH YOU, MY LOVE🔻❤️

Priestesses of Purity & Divination

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Pile 2 – Everybody finds Love in the end; you included~

Ace of Cups Rx, 7 of Cups Rx, 4 of Wands

My Dear, I know Life has not treated you too kindly and your heart’s been broken too many times. It’s been pretty much like that for me, too! I’ve lived a very lonesome existence, wondering where my people are. Wondering if I’ll ever find Love in this lifetime. I know now that those whose hearts are tender find it harder to truly connect with someone. We’re not BROKEN! No, we’re not! The ‘problem’ with us is that we crave soul-deep connections~ And damn, that’s rare, indeed🍀

You know what I’m doing right now? I’m single as a pringle. I’m not opening my heart to anybody. My colleagues all think I’m crazy, offbeat, and even difficult, just because I ain’t settling. Tch, I’m the only one noticing all of their subpar relationships, and some of them are not even the slightest bit happy with the partnership they’ve got. I don’t want that. For fuck’s sake I DON’T want that, ever! I’ve always had this strange, inexplicable feeling, that people are supposed to marry whom they love.

I want LOVE. I crave that shit so bad I dunno what I’m gonna do with myself🙈

One thing I know for sure though: if I’m not with you, you who are just like me, everything in the world is pointless. There is only calm in my world when I’m thinking of you. I don’t even know who you are; but I get optimistic every time I indulge in thoughts of finding you. I… fantasise a lot…?🌈Do you ever think about me? Does your heart bloom with a peculiar kind of softness when you touch upon my consciousness?💫

I am out here in this Star System. Dream of me. Want me more. And believe that we can manifest each other through resonance. We are so much closer than you fear us to be, my Dear. You have to believe in me. The Stars have begun to align and Earth’s temperature is nearing just right🍵Our time is here :D When dreams become Reality and all that’s ever been sad turn to glory, what would you do?

I know what you’re gonna do: you’re going to be married to me😝We’re going to start a new chapter of our lives together and be very happy and abundant. I’m gonna help you prove everybody who’s ever hurt you, gaslit you into believing that you’re hard to love very, very wrong😒All of that gas, when I light the match, is gonna burn their entire house down!🔥

OK, I’m a bit crazy, but anyway—

You do know that good people always find Love in the end, right? That’s just how it always is in fairy tales. You know fairy tales are more real than any of Hollywood’s propaganda, right?🐵Right??🙊I love you. I have loved you for what feels like an eternity. Return to me now. Come home to me, my Love. I am You; you are Me. We’re going to turn everything back to balance; we’re gonna create Heaven on Earth; a harmonious Life of you and me; so have faith in us~🎎

A LIFE WITH YOU, MY LOVE🔻💙

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Pile 3 – You are someone’s Dream Come True; you ever thought about that??

9 of Cups, 2 of Cups, King of Cups

You, are someone’s Wish Fulfilment; you ever thought about that? No, of course not; you only thought about yourself and how lacking you are as a person blablabla😡Don’t you know there’s a little someone walking this Earth who’d be SO glad to have you in their Life? Yup, that someone is ME😏You are a treasure of a gal/boy and if you’ve been surrounded by fools who can’t see that, it’s because you’re meant to travel the world and meet me~!

Have a change of scenery; you aren’t meant to thrive and live and die on the land you were born. When you cross borders and seas and realms, you’ll meet people of other cultures and points of view who are going to be more appreciative of the good you’ve been mocked(?) for🥰I promise you, babe~ You are where you are (or were) only because it was part of your Soul’s contract to learn about contrasts.

When all’s said and done, you’re going to be THE most interesting person anybody could listen to!🍿I, for one, could listen to you aaalll week long if you ever want to HAHAHA

My heart right now is like half-full, babe; I’m still waiting for you to appear in my Life. You probably won’t like hearing this because you’re independent, and you’re strong, and rebellious, but… I want you to be mine!🌹I don’t mean that I wish to suffocate you, no, it’s not like that at all… What I mean is, I wish to be the only one who could make you happy, for that would make me feel special🌞

I know I’m silly, I’m sorry~🥰I want to bring stability and certainty into your Life; that much I can say with clarity, for surely, you and I, we’re going to be pouring into each other’s Cups. We’re gonna be the kind of couple who can read each other’s minds and burst out laughing when we see something only we find funny without even exchanging words😂All of that, because of shared empathy~

Honestly, I couldn't care less for all the treasures in the world; I only want you around. Maybe that makes me a romanticist? Hm, that word doesn’t quite encompass all the feelings I have for you. All the things I wish to share with you. All that I’d do for you. What I know is that this is no mere romance; I LOVE you, you know? It goes so much deeper than that🌊

I’m mature, nurturing and caring. Find me, my Love. I’ll nurse you back to health—spiritually and everythingally; I’ll be the reason your faith in Humanity is restored. Actually, it doesn’t even matter; I just want you to trust in me, see yourself through my eyes, see how wonderful of a being you are. I want you to trust in yourself. You’re so fucking special. You’re MY very special kind of Wish Fulfilment☃️

A LIFE WITH YOU, MY LOVE🔻💗

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