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haetrack · 8 months

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self control (m)

jung jaehyun x f!reader x mark lee

wc: 7.8k

warnings: smut (MDNI), fwb!jaehyun, mark has a crush on reader, fingering, light exhibition, light voyeurism, implied masturbation (male), threesome, oral (both receiving), doggy style, unprotected sex, reader is on the pill, jaehyun pushes mark around, possessiveness, barely there spanking, multiple orgasms, dom!jaehyun, switch!reader, switch!mark

a/n: this has been stuck in my head for so long and thinking abt jaehyun scares me bc i want him so bad. anyways i hope u find this a little hot… i did…

to say that you had an… interesting relationship with mark lee would be an understatement.

the shy glances, flushed cheeks, his stutters that come out while you both talk. it would be obvious to anyone that he has somewhat of a crush on you. you can see it too, but it’s not something you really want to acknowledge yet. you wouldn’t say there’s an obstacle in the way because that would be a little mean, but there is definitely a problem.

your friend (with benefits) happens to be one of mark’s own friends, jung jaehyun. to say the least, he’s certainly just a man. blissfully unaware of the tension between you and mark, oblivious to how he seems to ward away mark from coming near you. you can’t say it’s just jaehyun’s fault though, you don’t tell him to mind his business when mark tries to talk to you, you don’t shoo him away when he wraps an arm around your waist in front of mark.

it’s one night where you both are at a party, whispering in each other's ears. you’ve been teasing each other all night, no one making any moves to see who breaks first. it’s not until jaehyun tells you how mark is looking at the both of you, wishing that he could be the one next to you right now. you drag jaehyun to a bedroom upstairs, not missing how mark’s eyes follow the two of you.

so maybe jaehyun isn’t as oblivious as you thought.

“have you noticed how mark’s been staring at you more?” jaehyun questions, fiddling with the vinyl player in his room.

you pointedly glare at the back of his head, “mmm, not really? what do you mean?”

“the times i’ve invited you to come and hangout, he always just seems to be looking at you,” he finishes cleaning up his vinyl player, moving to choose an album from his vast collection.

you hum, seemingly uninterested, “at the party you did tell me that he was staring at us.”

his eyebrows furrow, “not at us. at you. he was staring at you.”

as much as you want to look disinterested, you can’t help the large grin that forms, “are you jealous, jaehyun?”

he huffs, messing with the needle of the player before the familiar tune of a frank ocean album begins, “not jealous. not when only i get to have you in my room like this.”

he moves to where you’re laying on his bed, a teasing smile adorned on your face. you move from your spot to kiss him, but he pins you back down, giving you a kiss of his own. his body moves to hover over yours, deepening the kiss, pulling away when you need a breath, “i’ll make sure mark never gets to have you fully like this. i’ll put him in his place if i need to.”

after jaehyun successfully makes you cum on his fingers, he lets you know of his plan. you give him a questioning look, but all he responds with is a proud smile on his face. “like i said,” he runs his fingers along your sides, “i want him to see what i do for you.”

as if he could be any more vague, he refuses to answer your question, deciding to cradle you in his arms instead. it’s not that you mind, but his words could mean literally anything. you think it’s quite obvious what kind of relationship you and jaehyun have, so what more needs to be shown? you have your question answered when your over at johnny’s apartment with a few other friends. on your way there, jaehyun tells you that mark is going to be there, and you just playfully roll your eyes at him.

“you seem too excited about this,” you hum.

“i have about fifty things i could do with you tonight, of course i’m excited,” he says, subtle excitement in his voice.

his words leave your mind when you approach mark while everyone argues about what movie to watch. mark didn’t join the arguing, choosing to sit back and watch everyone while laughing at their words. he promptly shuts his mouth when he sees you coming his way. you greet him, and he smiles at you, nervously laughing.

“can’t believe how you guys can get along so well when you argue like this over a movie,” you laugh.

mark clears his throat before speaking, “yeah, um, they’re always like this. i just got so used to it because i realized how funny it gets.”

at his words, you turn and see jaehyun criticizing every movie that is recommended, but when they ask him what to watch, he just stands there, mouth hanging open. you turn to look at mark, which causes both of you to burst out laughing. at the sound of your laugh, jaehyun whips his head around and sees the two of you hunched together. he doesn’t look angry, but there’s definitely an off-putting smile on his face.

in the corner of your eye, you can see mark straighten up at the sight of jaehyun. before jaehyun can turn around, you lean slightly into mark’s side, seeing how far you can push jaehyun. he just turns the other way.

they decide on a random avengers movie that you don’t really know. you don’t care, as you sit with jaehyun and mess with his fingers. you see that mark has moved closer to the tv, probably more interested in the movie than anyone else. he’s on a different couch than you and jaehyun.

the only reason you’re not asleep like almost everyone else is is due to the fact that around halfway through, jaehyun drapes a blanket over the both of you. it’s subtle, looking like you were just cold. you know what jaehyun really wants when he puts a hand on your thigh and squeezes. you try to send a pointed glare at him, but he’s making sure everyone is asleep or on their phones. you notice mark is the only one really paying attention.

he trails his hand higher on your thigh before whispering in your ear, “pay attention to the movie. try not to make too much noise, pretty girl.”

once his words register in your head, you realize that he wants you to make just a little noise. connecting the dots, you realize he wants mark to hear you in order to get him to look at you. he wants mark to see how good he’s making you feel.

heat rushes all over your body at the realization, and it only intensifies when jaehyun’s hand slides under the waistband of your pants. you give him one last pleading look before you try to focus on the screen in front of you. his hand cups your warmth, feeling the small patch of wetness already formed. out of the corner of your eye, you see him smile.

you become hyperaware of yourself when he starts rubbing your clothed clit, one of your hands moving under the blanket to grip onto his arm. you let out a shaky breath when he pulls your panties aside for better access. you didn’t realize how wet you were, not until he puts a finger inside with ease.

a small, broken whimper escapes you as he plunges his finger in and out of you, his palm rubbing your clit with the movement. you spread your legs more open, silently telling him you needed more. he complies, satisfied with your cooperation. he whispers to you one more time, “my baby is doing so good for me. so dirty, getting herself off in front of all these people. in front of mark.”

a whine escapes you before you can stop it, and you shove your face into jaehyun’s shoulder out of embarrassment. with you no longer looking around, he decides to move his fingers faster, making sure to curl them to hit that spot inside of you. you’re clenching tightly around his fingers, his hand slick with how wet you are. you keep making small noises, small slips of his name falling from your mouth.

moving his eyes towards the screen so that mark is in his peripheral, he continues. jaehyun wouldn’t normally do this, putting you on display for just anybody. he’s doing it because he knows mark wants you, thinking he could just take you away from him. his competitiveness comes roaring its head, having to show mark who you need more.

when a slightly loud whimper escapes you, jaehyun can see marks vision pulling away from the tv, looking back at you first. jaehyun moves to grab his phone, seemingly unconcerned. he can still see mark, him looking worried for you. it’s not until mark sees movement under the blanket, your face shoved into jaehyun’s side, and a small smile on jaehyun’s face that he’s able to piece it together.

jaehyun can tell you’re about to cum, your hips moving against his fingers. all while mark doesn’t turn to look away from the sight of you. you’re letting out small, jumbled words along the lines of please, need to cum, jaehyun please, hurry. jaehyun could never deny you, so he places a kiss on the top of your head and sighs out, “go ahead and cum for me, pretty.”

you let out a muffled moan, jaehyun lightly shushes you as you let go, cumming over his fingers. he helps you ride out your orgasm while mark rushes off down the hall to the bathroom. jaehyun chuckles down at the sight of you, all mussed up. once you come down from your high, you send him a pointed stare, “you’re such a jerk.”

he pulls his hand out from under the blanket up to his mouth, cleaning his fingers off from your cum. “i think mark saw us, he ran off to the restroom,” you gape at him, “think if you walked past the restroom you could probably hear him getting off to the thought of you right now.”

as much as you try to not let your curiosity get the best of you, you can’t help it. you reach over to johnny and ask if you could borrow a charger for your phone. he says there’s one in his room, that you could use it there. you thank him as you make your way down the same hallway, tiptoeing by the restroom. you carefully press your ear to the door. you can hear a low groan of your name followed by a whispered feels so good- fuck, please.

your face feels warm as you go and grab the charger, moving away from the pretty sounds that mark’s making.

the first time you see mark after the incident at johnny’s apartment, he couldn’t even look you in the eyes.

well, he could, but it was followed by a light blush coating his cheeks. it’s a rare scene to see you at a party without jaehyun attached to your side, but mark doesn’t really mind. he doesn’t feel too nervous, but the image of you cumming has been replaying in his head. he can’t mess this up, can’t let go of this opportunity with just you alone.

“so, where are your friends?” you ask mark, sipping on the drink you’re holding.

“i’m just waiting for them, they should be coming soon.”

you hum, “wished you could’ve kept me more company, mark. i like being with you.”

“y-yeah? i like being with you- like, i mean, just us two.”

“better without jaehyun, huh?” you provoke him. he laughs and looks away, too embarrassed to admit the truth. it’s not like he’s scared of jaehyun, it’s more of… a respect thing? he’s not really sure if you two are dating or just have something going on, but he doesn’t want to intrude. but he can’t really help it, not when you’re you.

he’s known you for a while now, and even then, it was jaehyun who introduced you both. the way you look at him, the way you always seem to know what you want, your presence alone makes him think of you. but every time he tries to get close to you, there’s jaehyun, attaching himself to your side. even now, mark’s eyes occasionally drift to the door to see if jaehyun’s walked in.

you lean into his side, whispering into his ear, “i think i like us alone like this, too.”

you see a pretty shade of pink wash over his face, leaning more into his side. he looks down, and you look like how you were during the movie night. this time though, you’re by his side, not jaehyun’s. he tentatively wraps an arm around your side, trying to will his hands not to shake. there you both are, at the corner of the room, just like how he always sees you.

he hears you softly call his name, and while looking at you, he sees an almost hazy look on your face. he realizes how warm you feel, looks at how you glance down to his lips, back up to his eyes. you look so tempting, there’s so many things he wants to do with you. before he can turn you against the wall to kiss you, he sees the door open out of the corner of his eye. there’s jaehyun, staring at the both of you.

against his own will, he pulls away from you. you smile back up at him before turning to jaehyun, who motions for you to join him upstairs. “maybe next time you’ll be able to join us, mark.”

before he can say anything else, you say, “promise.”

he nods and you walk away from him, weaving through other people. you wave at him before you disappear, and he’s once again alone, waiting for his friends. he lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding, wishing once again that he was the one leading you upstairs. he can feel his self control slip away.

he downs all of the drink in his cup, the concoction too strong and burns going down his throat. he waits a bit before stalking up the stairs, finding the room you two were in. his hand reaches for the doorknob, but ultimately decides to stop when he hears the tailend of your conversation.

“...imagine if mark was outside the door, so desperate to hear your sounds,” mark hears a small whimper come out of you, “he’d be so hard, wishing he was the one who had you like this.”

the conversation ends, both of you too busy with one another to continue thinking about mark. mark can feel himself getting hard in his suddenly too tight pants. he brings a hand down to the front of his pants and squeezes, begging his mind and heart to stop racing. he can’t let this keep happening to him.

the next time you see mark, it’s a surprise for you and jaehyun. you’re both lounging around in your apartment, too lazy to actually do anything. as you’re scrolling through videos on your phone, you get a text.

mark: yoooo

mark: i was just wondering if you were busy or anything

you smile. and jaehyun, being too nosy for his own good, asks who just texted you. you quickly show him the messages you got from mark and jaehyun looks just as giddy as you. you type out that jaehyun is with you at your apartment.

mark: oh haha

mark: i wanted to see if you were alone

you: jaehyun says its fine with him if you want to come over

he doesn’t text back after that, so you assume that he’s given up on meeting with you. you assume he wanted to see if you really meant what you said at the party. you didn’t tell jaehyun what happened, but he did see you two together. it only makes it more exciting that there’s a small secret between the two of you. a few more minutes pass, and you don’t expect anything anymore.

it’s not until you hear a knock at the door that you sit up. jaehyun looks at you, and you tell him to go somewhere else. he sulks at you, but he obliges, opting to move to the bathroom. you calm yourself down before opening the door, seeing an almost apologetic-looking mark. it’s almost apologetic, save for the small twinge of emotion in his eyes that you can’t quite place.

“sorry for coming unannounced, i just wanted, um, to talk to you, i guess.”

“yeah, of course, come right in.” you let him inside, beckoning for him to sit on the couch with you. he looks a little hesitant before sitting down, opting to sit as furthest as he can from you.

“so… where’s jaehyun?

“in the restroom, he’ll probably be back in a bit,” you say, and he nods to your words. it feels awkward, and you’re not someone who gets awkward easily. mark turns to look at you, opens his mouth, and closes it. you laugh a little, “take a deep breath, mark. it’s just you and me in here.”

and jaehyun, mark thinks stubbornly to himself. he does take a breath, and faces you once more. it’s just you two, and the sight of you encourages him to continue. “i wanted to talk about what you said at the party,” he says, with no nervousness present in his voice, “just some clarification.”

“i meant everything i said, mark. i like being with you, even if it’s not always us alone.”

before he can respond to you, the bathroom door opens, and jaehyun walks over as if mark wasn’t sitting entirely too close to you (read: on the other side of the couch). mark looks back down to his lap, now too nervous with jaehyun’s presence. “how have you been, mark? haven’t seen you since the party the other night.”

jaehyun sits close to you, one hand making its way to your thigh, squeezing lightly. mark looks at the hand before looking to jaehyun, “i’ve been fine. just, kinda, wanted to talk to… to the both of you?”

“oh yeah? about what?” jaehyun says, a certain smugness in his voice that only you can detect. his hand moves across your skin, thumb rubbing the inner part of your thigh. you shudder, and mark doesn’t miss it.

“yeah, just about, like, the two of you?”

“well, can i be honest?” jaehyun starts, and you know he’s about to say something crazy, “to me, it looks like you like my pretty baby here.”

mark gapes at his words, mouth opening to stutter out denials and apologies. before he can do that though, jaehyun drags you fully onto his lap, pushing apart your legs with his own. mark’s breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of you, so pliant against jaehyun’s rough actions. “i saw you the other night, saw how you looked at her while she was cumming on my fingers.”

mark doesn’t say anything as he watches jaehyun drag his hands close to your core, stopping close to the place where you need him most. you squirm in his hold, a whimper threatening to slip out of your lips. you open your eyes to look at mark, finding he was already staring at you. the pink on his cheeks tells you all you need to know. he likes this.

“if you don’t want to see me get her off, you can leave. what do you think, baby?”

you whine, “i want mark to stay, want him to see me like this. want him, jaehyun.”

mark’s breath hitches, too affected by your words already. jaehyun chuckles lowly, and you feel the low vibrations against your back, “can’t believe you’re begging for another man when i’m right here,” he presses a kiss to the side of your face, “guess you’re gonna have to stay here, mark.”

you whisper out a please to him, and mark can’t say no, not when you’re looking at him with such need in your eyes. he’ll do anything in order to touch you, to feel you. “y-yeah, no, i-i’ll stay.”

“you can’t touch until either of us say you can,” jaehyun says while moving to rest on the arm of the couch, pulling you along with him, “gonna have to learn how to make my baby feel good, right?”

mark nods along, mind moving too fast to properly respond.

jaehyun pulls down your shorts, leaving you in just your panties and the loose shirt you have on. mark takes it all in, takes in how you’re already soaked through your panties, waiting so patiently to be touched, “my baby always gets so wet, she can’t hide how bad she wants you.”

before you can start whining louder, he circles his thumb over your clit, a moan cutting you off. jaehyun scoffs, “guess she needs two people to make her satisfied.”

mark’s breath gets heavy as he sees you writhing around in pleasure only from light touches. how badly he wants to reach and take over, giving you everything that you need. jaehyun doesn’t follow that line of thought, taking his time and dragging it out. “please, jaehyun. need you to touch me already, need you so bad-”

“what do you think, mark? do you think my baby should get what she wants?”

and for the first time, mark speaks up, “t-touch her already, she’s asking so nicely.” you thank him loudly when jaehyun moves to take off your panties. you look at him differently than how you usually do, your teasing eyes that are usually filled with confidence as you talk to mark. but here, your eyes are filled with compliance and neediness.

mark can now see your glistening folds, how you clench around nothing when you spot him staring. if it were up to him, he’d already have his hands and mouth on you. but with jaehyun here, he has to sit and watch, gripping onto his thighs, hoping he’ll get a chance to touch you.

jaehyun leans down to whisper something in your ear, causing you to nod fervently at his words. “my baby wants you to eat her out. think you can do that, mark?”

mark nods slowly. jaehyun moves to have you both seated properly on the couch, mark moving to sit on his knees on the floor. you’ve thought of the sight of him on his knees for you too many times since you heard him in the bathroom that night. to finally get to see him like this, just for you, has you letting out a small whimper.

mark takes the sight of you in, having you like this in real life better than anything he could’ve imagined. he scoots towards you, so close you can feel the heat of his face on you. he reaches forward, his tongue licking up your wet slit. “jesus, so fucking sweet, so wet.”

before you can register his words, his thumbs move to open up your cunt before he dives in, mouth everywhere he can reach. he slurps up the slick at your entrance, tongue prodding at the tight hole. he wonders if he’ll be able to fuck you, wonders if you’ll clench tightly around his cock like you’re doing with his tongue.

he moves up to suck on your clit, two fingers moving to your entrance. through your bleary eyes, you can see mark silently asking if he can finger you. he looks desperate through his hooded eyes, and if you focus a little harder, you can see how he’s straining against his shorts. you nod desperately, and mark responds by sliding his fingers slowly in, the feeling of your tight walls too much for his mind.

mark can’t really tell what he’s doing. it’s like he’s having an out of body experience, the sweet taste of your cunt being the closest thing to heaven. he can hear how messy he sounds eating you out, the squelch of his fingers moving inside you, the wet sound of his tongue sliding against you. it’s all too much, your mouth babbling out incoherent sentences to mark as he indulges in you.

you can feel yourself getting closer, every part of your body feels sensitive to the touch. you can feel the hard grip mark has on your thighs, hearing the small groans and whimpers he lets out from your sweet pussy. you can feel how jaehyun is hard behind your back, he softly presses into you, body betraying him. the warmth of their two bodies against you only spurring you on more.

“i’m gonna cum, needa cum so bad. please, jaehyun! can mark make me cum?”

you can hear mark groan out a jesus before jaehyun responds, “i don’t know if you deserve it, pretty girl. do you?”

“please! been so good, i’ll be so good. just need to cum-” your begging breaks off into a loud moan as mark digs his face as close as possible into your pulsing pussy, affected by the sweet sound of your voice. jaehyun tries not to smile at the sight of the two of you, so desperate to get each other off. “i guess you can cum. mark is just gonna have to put in more work.”

if mark’s mouth wasn’t so preoccupied, he’d definitely groan in annoyance at jaehyun’s words. he tries not to care though, because it’s his mouth that’s getting you off, not jaehyun’s. he wonders if jaehyun even does this for you, and if he does, mark knows he’s better than him. his thoughts are cut off by the harsh grip of your hands in his hair, pulling him close as you try to cum.

“i’m cumming! please- please d-don’t stop!”

as if he would ever deny you. he sucks at your clit, fingers prodding at the sweet spot inside of you as your thighs close around his head. mark feels how your body needs him, and it only pushes him further. he hears how you moan out his name as your hips grind against his face. he has to tell himself not to cum untouched like this, not to embarrass himself in front of you.

he helps you ride out your orgasm, lapping at your slit as he removes his fingers from you. you almost want him to keep going, not minding the slightly painful stimulation turning into pleasure. it’s not until jaehyun reaches over and threads his hands in mark’s hair, forcibly pulling him away from you. as much as you want to scold jaehyun for interrupting you, it’s more hot than anything seeing him so jealous.

mark sends jaehyun a challenging look, a small smirk playing on his face as jaehyun sweetly smiles back. how jaehyun can pretend to be so innocent baffles him, but mark lets it happen, more curious as to what will happen next.

“i don’t know about you, mark, but i’m gonna take her to the bedroom so i can fuck her,” you hit his chest at his vulgar words and he just laughs, “don’t know if my pretty girl would want you to join us.”

you look over to see how mark has reacted to his words, only to find mark staring back at you already. his eyes are pleading, hands gripping his thighs as you can see the noticeable bulge in his shorts. “mark helped me cum, wanna help him cum too, jaehyun.”

mark lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding while jaehyun contemplates on what to do. when he comes to a conclusion, he nods to himself while getting up, offering a hand to help you up. you both begin to move to your bedroom while mark just sits there, waiting for what to do. “are you coming, mark, or are you gonna keep her waiting?”

he rushes to catch up the both of you, seeing how you’re already laying in bed with jaehyun once again behind you. mark tries not to let it get to him, but jaehyun always manages to be right fucking next to you all the time. mark stands awkwardly at the door, not really knowing what to do. he feels your eyes staring at his bulge, his hands moving to cover himself as if he didn’t just eat you out.

“so here’s what going to happen,” jaehyun starts, looking at your body laid against him, “she wants you to fuck her, but i’ll leave it up to her if she wants you raw or not.”

mark has to stop the gasp trying to come out of his mouth. he never thought that he’d even get to fuck you, but now there’s a possiblity that he’ll get to fuck you raw? all he can do is nod at jaehyun’s words and look at you dazedly, tongue wetting his lips.

“come here, baby. come over to me.”

as far as mark knows, you don’t call jaehyun baby. the petname has his mind reeling, body unknowingly moving towards you. he sits at the edge of your bed, admiring the look of your body only covered in a t-shirt. he trails a hand up your thigh and sees out the corner of his eye that jaehyun’s watching him carefully. “will you take off your clothes for me? let me see all of you?”

mark mutters a small fuck as he turns away from you to undress. jaehyun has never seen you like this, more in control over mark. he lets it happen, doesn’t scold you for trying to take over. he can see how focused you are on watching mark, sees how your eyes glaze over at the lines in his back and when he slowly turns around.

mark’s cock slaps against his abdomen when he pulls his boxers down. his tip is red and leaking, and if it weren’t for the promise of fucking him, you would’ve already had your mouth on him. he makes his way over to you, kneeling down in front of your body. you sit up, hand reaching over to lightly stroke his cock. his hips jut forward as a small whine leaves his mouth, his hand wrapping around your wrist.

“please, don’t tease me. i’ve been hard for so long i- i just need you already.”

his words knock the breath out of your lungs as you sit up to deeply kiss him. he moans into it, cups your face into his hands as he pulls you closer. jaehyun watches silently behind you both, watching how mark grinds his cock into your lower belly. jaehyun’s own hand moves to palm himself over his boxers, liking how you’re enjoying yourself.

it isn’t until he starts getting annoyed with how mark looks like he’s enjoying himself too much to where he drags you back down by the hip. you lay over his lap once more, looking up at him through your eyelashes. he gives you an innocent-looking smile as you roll your eyes in return. you shift up a little, looking back at mark.

he’s looking at you again, your swollen lips, your glistening folds. he then focuses on your covered chest, eyes glazed over, wondering how your boobs look. you smirk a little, before shifting to pull off your shirt. he groans when he sees how you weren’t wearing a bra the whole time. his hands automatically move to touch you, but jaehyun immediately stops him with, “can’t touch her, not until we say.”

“but i-”

“be patient, baby. i’ll let you touch as long as you’re good for me.”

you can see how hard mark gulps at your words, his cock twitching in response. he shifts closer to you, hips flush with yours. he’s staring hard, eyes moving to take in the sight of you. you’re getting impatient, the feeling of his cock so close to you proving to be too much.

before anything though, you beckon him down to you, whispering in his ear, “i’m on the pill, baby. i’ll let you cum in me.”

you can hear how his breathing picks up at the small exchange of words. his hands grab onto your thighs, moving one up to hook around his waist. he teases his head along your slit, holding back a whimper that threatens to come out of him. you squirm under him, pulsing around nothing as you wait for him to enter you.

“better hurry up, mark. if you don’t fuck her right now, i’ll just do it for you.” mark ignores his words, giving you one last look before he slowly pushes into you. you both moan in unison, your warm walls wrapping around his thick cock. you move your other thigh to his waist in order to push him into you more, causing his hips to stutter against you.

he’s trying hard to keep himself up over you. his face is scrunched up, biting down hard onto his lip to try not to cum too fast. you’re no different, neediness taking over as you clench around him, encouraging him to move. he moves slowly, trying to get accustomed to how tight you are. he can hear the whines and whimpers you let out, but he can’t do anything, mind too preoccupied with you.

“please, mark, need you to move already. need you to fuck me so bad.” he nods, but just swirls his hips against you, only making you needier. you can feel the low rumble of jaehyun’s laugh through your body, and it adds on to your pleasure.

“baby,” his moan cuts you off, “please?”

he opens his eyes to look at you, and despite the bleariness, he can see your pretty face, the tears in your eyes as you fight back against how good he feels. he moves himself back up, ignoring how shaky his arms are, and starts to pull slowly out of you. you whine at the emptiness, before he slams right back into you.

he tries to focus on your reactions, tries to see what exactly makes you feel the best, but your tight walls make it hard for him. when he does eventually find a pace that works for you, he continues to push himself into you, your previous orgasm helping him slide into you with ease. when he angles his hips a certain way, he can tell he’s hit your sweet spot, your hands moving to his back to claw at him.

he seethes at the pain, but refocuses his attention to you when you moan out his name. he moans when you mke eye contact, dick twitching inside of you as you let out an airy laugh, “you f-feel so good, baby. bet you wanted this for so long.”

he quickly nods, “thought about your pretty pussy so much, thought about you around me. like you so much, couldn’t help but think about you.”

against mark’s better judgment, he looks down to see how well you’re taking him in, how your pussy just sucks him in further. he moans out, and you laugh again, threading one of your hands in his hair to get him to look at you. “should’ve told me how much you needed me, could’ve helped you out a lot sooner.”

he lets out a small whimper, to your satisfaction. mark can’t look at you anymore, he feels himself getting too close already. his eyes look at your chest, how your boobs bounce every time he thrusts into you. before he can move a hand to you, he sees jaehyun’s larger hands move to your chest, groping at the flesh. you moan out loud, the added stimulation making you clench harshly around mark’s twitching cock.

if mark didn’t feel so weak right now, he’d move jaehyun’s hands out the way to replace them with his own. but with the way he feels himself getting closer to the edge, all he can do is let out small whines. “can’t believe i get to be here, can’t believe i’m the one fucking my girl right now.”

mark can’t see the way jaehyun’s eyes bore into him, but mark can feel you clench around him when jaehyun tweaks your nipples. mark’s getting fed up with jaehyun, the ache in his cock not helping his actions when he sees your eyes focused on jaehyun. mark can tell jaehyun feels the same way too, or else he wouldn’t have been touching you like he is now. in an almost out of character way, mark pushes himself up to kiss you, distracting you from jaehyun.

it’s messy, drool slipping down both of your chins, moaning in each other's mouth. mark mumbles into you, “wanna cum for my girl, wanna show you what i can give to you.”

you quickly nod along to his words, “please, baby. please cum in me, wanna feel you fill me up.”

he curses under his breath, your words filling up his head. he moves one hand down to your aching clit, wanting you to cum with him. you moan a mix of his name and pleas, your orgasm threatening to rip through you. mark can feel how hard you’re clenching around him, he can feel how he’s shaking, how jaehyun’s eyes focus on you. he’s rubbing against your clit messily, too overcome by pleasure, but that’s all it takes for you to cum around his cock.

it feels so tight, nothing has ever compared to this before. all the days and nights he’s spent fantasizing about this moment could never compare to how he’s feeling now. he cums quickly after you, hips rutting against your cunt as he spills his cum deep into you, cock throbbing. he tries to help you ride out your orgasm until he feels too sensitive, slowly slipping out of you.

he tries to ignore how his cum is slipping out of you, mixed with your cum. he can’t look away, and if he had the chance, he would eat you out again, his tongue slipping against you as he cleans up the mess you both made. before he can reach down though, jaehyun pulls you up next to his side and pushes mark out the way by his shoulder.

it’s embarrassing to be pushed around by jaehyun, but mark sees how your eyes follow him, filled with a lustful gaze. he blushes and looks away, trying not to think about the current dynamic you both have him in. mark now looks at jaehyun, who looks down at the sight of the both of you. no matter how much mark felt like he was in charge, jaehyun will always be behind it all.

jaehyun coos at you, “did my baby enjoy herself? did you like having another man inside you?”

you try not to nod, but you can’t help yourself, smiling to jaehyun with a challenge on your face. you can see the small smile mark has on his face as he moves to your side. jaehyun just stares at the both of you before he suddenly grabs you and pulls you closer to him, flipping you over. he has you bent over, ass in the air as you’re faced with mark, face dangerously close to his cock.

it’s embarrassing to be in this position, but you can help how you clench at the sight of how mark is looking down at you with pink cheeks. “i think i need to show my baby what she’s missing out on,” jaehyun starts, grabbing at your ass, “show her what she needs.”

jaehyun’s pants have been pulled down, his cock free from restraints as he teases your sensitive slit. you whimper out as he does, your head resting on mark’s thigh. he bring a hand to your cheek, thumb rubbing across the skin. jaehyun taps his dick at your entrance, teasing his head in before pulling it out. you’re sure he can see how messy it is, a mix of cum slipping out of you.

“didn’t realize you can be such a slut, didn’t know you needed two cocks to satisfy you.” you whine out in response, shaking your head at his claim. he just laughs as he enters you, “i know you better than you know yourself.”

you moan out at the stretch, the angle making him hit spots you’ve never felt before. you arch your back, and jaehyun takes in the sight of you as he lets out a low groan. mark feels it too, despite the fact that he came only a bit ago, he can feel his cock grow hard again. you lazily grin at him, and he can’t look you in the eye for more than three seconds.

jaehyun thrusts into you quickly, a harsh grip on your waist as he soothes a hand over your ass before slapping it. you let out a weak whine, and jaehyun roughly thrusts into you.

“you know, mark, we see- no, i see how much you look at her.” jaehyuns hips buck into yours, “and every time, i can see just how much she looks at you back.”

mark’s whole body feels hot, and he realizes that he’s fully hard again. you look up through your eyelashes to see mark’s cock standing tall, and you discreetly move forward to lick up his length. mark lets out a sharp whine, still sensitive from before, but pushes his hips towards you. jaehyun eyes both of you, not stopping your actions. “didn’t realize how needy she can be, she’d probably let you fuck her again if it weren’t for me,” he mumurs out.

you lick up mark’s cock, pressing a kiss to the tip before hovering over it, letting your mouth swallow around his head. he tries not to buck up into your mouth, but he can’t help the heat that envelopes his cock, hips pushing into your warm mouth. you try to fit as much of him you can in your mouth, proving to be hard with the man trying to fuck you into the sheets.

“sweet girl, go ahead and tell mark how bad you wanted him,” when he gets no response, he pulls out of you, causing you to whine out, moving away from mark. “look mark in the eyes and say it.”

“n-needed you, baby. even if i fucked jaehyun, still wanted you.” jaehyun hums behind you before slamming into you again. all mark can hear are your words repeating in his head and loud squelch of your wet pussy. he tentively pulls you towards his cock again, letting you swallow around his dick. he whines when you moan around him, the vibrations causing his whole body to shudder.

“even though she wanted you, she still came to me, begged me to fuck her pretty pussy every time.” you bob your head around mark’s cock, looking up at him to see hooded eyes peering down at you, struggling to keep them open. it’s like you came out of his dream, such a pretty girl who was made just for him.

you can feel jaehyun slip an arm towards your clit, fingers applying pressure to your clit in the exact way you like it. you have to pull off of mark completely in order to moan out, your hand replacing your mouth as you jerk him off. you clench around jaehyun, hips pushing back against him to get him deeper inside. he reaches down to press a soft kiss to your shoulder, encouraging you.

“will my pretty girl cum for me? gonna show mark how good i make you feel?” jaehyun says as he pushes your head down into the bed, his own movements losing control.

as much as mark wants to scoff at his words, he’s too close to cumming again, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he feels himself throb. your grip around him tightens around his tip as you lose yourself, and mark ruts up into your hand to help you out. with one last look, he sees your dazed look, sees how you mouth cum for me, baby.

he does, hot cum shooting over your hand and some onto your face. your hand moves slowly up and down, helping him ride out his orgasm as he lets out a groan of your name. jaehyun takes this as a sign to focus on you, angling his hips in a way he knows will get you to cum. you’re babbling now, a mix of both names tumbling out your mouth as you beg jaehyun to let you cum.

you can feel him throb inside of you, his lack of composure showing when there’s no rhythm to his thrusts. “i’m so close, jaehyun. so close! please, wanna cum for you!”

he sees you turn your head to look back at him, your eyes filled with only pleasure as he gives you what you want. he slows down, fingers moving quickly on your clit as he says, “show us just how good i make you feel.”

at his possessive words, you let go around him, loud moans as you mvoe against him. jaehyun can feel you clench around him, unable to fight off his orgasm as he fills you up once more. mark moves to hold your hand through your orgasm, the pretty sight of you cumming almost making him hard again.

jaehyun thrusts deeply into you a few more times, letting his cum sink deep inside of you. he pulls away from you, eyes following how his cum seeps out of you. he moves to push his cum back into you, and you whine out at the sensitivity. he laughs at you, moving to lay down next to your collapsed figure.

“i thought you could take the two of us?” he says, trying to hide another laugh.

“shut up, jaehyun.” you say into your now ruined bedsheets.

you push yourself up to his side, jaehyun wrapping an arm around you as you cuddle into his chest. through tired eyes, you can see how awkward mark looks, not really knowing what to do in his post-orgasm state. you smile at him, a hand reaching out to him as you pull him closer to you.

“i’d let you cuddle her-”

you cut jaehyun off, “don’t be rude jaehyun. my sweet boy did so well for us today. right, baby?”

mark blushes as he nods, cuddling up to the side of your body. his face nuzzles closely to your chest, enjoying the warmth of your body and the glow you seem to emit. with enough space, jaehyun cuddles the other side of you, letting you press your head into his shoulder, slow breaths being exchanged between you all.

in the silence of room, you hear jaehyun speak up, “so is mark just going to join us now, or…”

“jaehyun, please, just this once, stop being jealous.”

jaehyun huffs as mark laughs into your side.

taglist: @froggyforyoongi @mwahaechz (OMG ur new user is so cute)

sidenote: who would you guys end up dating, mark or jaehyun? i was debating the whole time but like... i seriously couldnt figure it out... but like... u know..

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct fic #jaehyun smut #nct jaehyun smut #mark lee smut #jaehyun x reader #mark lee x reader #jaehyun imagines

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I’ve gathered quotes from twk and qon of Jude being in love but pretending she wasn’t bc why not. let’s gooo.

“My body has acclimated (to poison), and now it craves what it should revile. An apt metaphor for other things.”

“(After the crossbow incident) I am shaking, I realize. The aftereffects of believing someone tried to assassinate Cardan, of realizing he could have died.”

“I wish I could think of a place he’d be safer.”

“I look into his eyes. His hand slides to my hip, as though he might pull me closer. For a dizzy, stupid moment, something seems to shimmer in the air between us.”

“I still feel the warm pressure of his fingers against my skin. Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn’t know what I feel.”

“Our gazes meet, and there’s a shock of mutual understanding that our bodies are pressed too closely. […] I am aware of the warmth of his neck beneath my twined fingers, of the prickly brush of his hair and how I want to sink my hands into it. I inhale the scent of him—moss and oakwood and leather. I stare at his treacherous mouth and imagine it on me.”

“Then his mouth is against mine, and my lips part. I close my eyes against what I’m about to do. My fingers reach up to tangle in the black curls of his hair. He doesn’t kiss me as though he’s angry; his kiss is soft, yearning.”

“I’ve wanted this and feared it, and now that it’s happening, I don’t know how I will ever want anything else.”

“I hate you,” I say, the words coming out like a caress. I say it again, over and over. A litany. An enchantment. A ward against what I really feel.”

“I hate you,” I breathe into his mouth. “I hate you so much that sometimes I can't think of anything else.”

“I like him better than I’ve ever liked anyone and that of all the things he’s ever done to me, making me like him so much is by far the worst.”

“She loves him, I realize uncomfortably.

His fingers trace their way down her arm to the back of her wrist, and I remember vividly the feeling of those hands on me. Kiss me until I am sick of it, he said, and now he has most certainly gorged on my kisses. Now he is most certainly sick of them. I hate seeing him with Nicasia. I hate the thought of his touching her.”

“I wonder if I will ever be able to look at him again without remembering what it was like to touch him.”

“It occurs to me that maybe desire isn’t something overindulging helps. Maybe it is not unlike mithridatism; maybe I took a killing dose when I should have been poisoning myself slowly, one kiss at a time.”

“[…] All I want to do is walk into his arms. I want to drown my worries in his embrace. I want him to say something totally unlike himself, about things being okay.”

“The offhand implication that he’s not alone most nights bothers me, and I hate that it does.”

“I cannot look at him as he goes out. I am a coward. Maybe it’s the pain in my leg, maybe it’s worry over my brother, but a part of me wants to call after him, wants to apologize.”

“I hope Cardan misses me.”

“I wonder what would have happened if I’d admitted he wasn’t out of my system.”

“But when I think of the night he was shot at, the night he did coin tricks, I can’t help recalling him gazing up from my bed, intoxicated and disturbingly intoxicating.”

“I am unnerved to find myself here, in the new High King’s new bed—one I am still too human to lie in, beside someone who terrifies me the more I feel for him.”

“But there is also a weakness in me, because I dreamed of him kissing me for all my time in the Undersea, and now with his mouth on mine, I want to sink my nails into his back.”

“I don’t want to think of someone else standing beside Cardan in my place.”

“The very thought of being there (Elfhame), of seeing Cardan, speeds my heart. At least no one is privy to my thoughts. Stupid as they are, they remain my own.”

“I want another bite at the everapple, another chance at power, another shot at him.”

"He looks every inch the spy from the Court of Shadows, down to the sneaky smile pulling at a corner of his beautiful mouth."

#she just kept saying well I like and worry and care about him and we desperately want to make out but of course we still hate each other #lololol #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #tfota #the folk of the air #jurdan

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concepts for kurumi wendy gumshoe gabs because why the fresh fuck did they not give her any like actually hey kodaka can we talk-

(rain code spoilers btw)(also gab will stop sounding like a word to you)

im gonna try to structure a kurumi gumshoe gab set but i will not be writing the conversations out bc im sorry girl but 1. im not obsessed with her enough to basically write a fic and 2. i think the conversations would still be comparatively dull due to yuma's function being "the normal one" to contrast the rest of the kooky cast and kurumi's function as essentially the same thing but also as a love interest and exposition dropper. but i still wanna at least give a model of what her conversations would be like for funsies. I'll be mixing what i think would realistically happen if they gave her gabs and also what i think should happen. alright let's get started

first off, obviously they shouldnt be available until after ch 2. maybe in ch 3 you get a new gab page and yuma can start finding new gabs out in the overworld (what sort of gem color would she have??? jade? is that too close to vivia's emerald? i dont wanna say some shit like rose gold). im not coming up with locations and hints sorry idc that much.

GAB #1

the first gab is them jumping over the hurdle of "wait we don't really have much interaction besides investigating murders and blushing dumbly" which is primarily what irks me in the game's efforts to push her as a love interest. at least let us watch yuma spend some god damn time with her holy shit WHYYY doesn't she have any fucking gumshoe gabs I'm going insa-

erm anyway let's make em have a casual talk abt something. yuma would probably start off like "this is the first time ive really been alone with kurumi ahh i dont know what to say this is awkward ahhhh" and shinigami gets rightfully annoyed with his cuckly behavior. but in an effort to save the awkwardness yuma asks her about her work as an informant. i think she'd enthusiastically spout off about it and how her grandfather inspired her (though keeping it vague because i think she could save more talk of missing family members for later). maybe she talks about her first forway into her informant work and a certain mishap that occured, yuma has to guess what happened bc she's a little embarrassed about it (this is whwre the dialogue options come in). but it's completely harmless. maybe she got spotted by the person she was tailing and then got a slap on the wrist and sent home. yuma finds it a little endearing, shinigami gives the bond level up message, and there. solid conversation. next

GAB #2

yuma asks her what exactly got her so interested in detectives. did she read heroic novels about them? did she see their noble efforts in the headlines? was she personally saved by one? the possibilities are endless and could all be answered here. actually lets have her teasingly make yuma guess here. poof, there's your dialogue options.

maybe she can even have a little kookiness as a treat and accidentally let the true nature of her admiration for detectives slip for a moment where it pretty much crosses the line of "that's a bit creepy". not towards yuma but still something a bit off putting like obsessively keeping track of her favorite detectives' activities or having information about their personal lives she absolutely shouldn't have (informant + proud participant in WDO stan culture is a dangerous combo) but she also misses doing that because now kanai ward is isolated. yuma could also be like "wait isnt what you were doing then a bit too much?" but it gets dismissed by shinigami telling him they levelled up their bond

Threeeeee!!!

this one should be about aiko methinks. yuma catches kurumi in a down mood and asks what's up and it goes from there. she gives us more detail into her friendship with aiko and maybe she could even actually acknowledge the deaths of those theatre club girls and mention how chillingly quiet the club has gotten. she tells yuma that she tries not to think about it, but the empty space they left behind is immense... yuma's dialogue choices may be to try to cheer up/comfort her. thank you, next

perhaps now she can talk about her grandpa (and also maybe drop how that home situation is cause girl where are your parents). she could talk about her mission in finding him cause he must be out there!!! somewhere!!!! this shit could be sentimental or smth. she could say something about kanai ward's nearly extinct species of people who are still fighting for the truth and how even when things are dangerous she remembers that no one else will do it so she's gotta step it up. she'd pivot that over to saying how glad she is that the master detectives are here bc of that, and yuma could have dialogue options where the correct choice is basically saying he admires her for that. idk. next

The Fiverrrrrrr

final gab. i was gonna be funny and say "probably another love confession like fubuki's and then yuma hits her with the nuh-uh" but due to the nature of the epilogue i actually dont think it does exactly that. maybe kurumi is stuck on a small, separate thing she's investigating and she summarizes what's up. i think it could potentially be a more personal problem or at least something she can connect to (another girl in school missing a family member? idk) so that it's a bit obvious she's more frustrated in not finding any leads. yuma helps her out a little in finding a lead (this is where the dialogue choices come in) and after thanking him, kurumi is like "y'know, we make a pretty great team" (flirting, but yuma doesnt read it that way.) shinigami groans and maybe even fusses about how she's yuma's partner but this goes ignored. and of course yuma's dense ass is like yeah i think you have the makings of a great informant and detective and he essentially coworker-zones her. kurumi then asks about how they could still maybe possibly work like this together perhaps maybe 👉 👈 🥹 after solving kanai ward's ultimate secret and yuma happily agrees. this will make his choice in the epilogue to fuck off to florida without much of a goodbye even funnier.

anyway thats it for my kurumi gumshoe gabs thanks for reading

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #raincode #kurumi wendy #yuma kokohead #kokowendy

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HELLOOOOOOO i hope u have fun w ur siblings :] but also holy shit i cant wait for u to finish 39 and get to 40 heheheheheheh. ANYWAY. welcome to wibby torment nexus hours here we go!!!!!!!!!

actually going to start with the whisperer/mal/trickster thing because holy shit dude ive had IN DEPTH thoughts about this. i cant even type it all out here bc thats for a wholeeee second ask but basically. fuckin. yeah. fundamental basics: in nhw world trickster killed clarence. not going to give you the reasoning for this yet. im on the fence about how particularly intentional wibbys death was BECAUSE of that but.... yeah thats for sure a fucking soup ingredient dude.

out of all the options you said... hmmmmmm okay. i like all of them for different reasons. i dont think he would specifically kill wibby JUST to spite mal, theres definitely more to it than that, but i think its a funny little bonus for him. mals hatred is proabably MOSTLY one sided. but trickster thinks its funny to make him look like an idiot sooo. haha i killed the kid who reminds me of the other guy i killed in front of you get fucked loser! I ALSOOOO. HMMMM. I DO REALLY LIKE THE IDEA OF WILLIAM GETTING STRUNG ALONG but i dont think trickster is manipulative Like That. hes impatient, he doesnt like playing the long game he likes instant gratification. getting ashe was a HUGE exception to that. so while i do love a good "morally grey hero works with the villain to get something he wants" thing. i think its EXTREMELY in character for william to do that but maybe not so much trickster. i do think if we want a moment like this though...................... what if. ohhh evil cooking in my mind rn. what if trickster makes it. OH FUCK. OKAY. HERE WE GO. LITERALLY JUST POPPING INTO MY MIND AS I TYPE OKAY OKAY FUCK . PSYCHIC DAMAGE

what if. what if. this happens at the beginning of the battle. they find muse sitting in the clearing by himself. they all show up ready to fight, theyre surrounding him (they have scouts out looking for trickster, too, since taking down the puppetmaster is how they free the puppets. ill get to this in a second). um. well. his hair is down, not in any fancy braid or anything. and william cant sense the breaker state. (dakota can, but hes not fast enough). trickster is making it seem like ashe is free by suppressing the breaker state as much as he can wihtout actually turning it off. he has ashe turn toward his friends, talks to them like its actually him, saying htings like "guys please he let me go help me get these off of me" (referring to. the strings) . and . in a panicked state of. relief and desperation to get ashe back, because he cant sense the breaker state, he believes the ruse, wibby is the first person to rush forward. it would maybe be more in character for dakota to rush in, but he hesitates, because with the effects of his power he CAN tell that ashe is still in breaker state. he and/or virion reach out to grab william before he can get too close but hes too fast and hes already in his own breaker form so even if they could grab him their hands would just slip through. he gets close enough and far enough away from the other heroes that trickster has ashe snap fully back into muse mode and rips wibby in half. so his real goal there was just to trick (ha!) at least one of the heroes into getting close enough to do that (lmao funny prank, get gamzeed idiot) but the fact that it was william specifically who did it makes the whole thing EVEN FUNNIER. his trap fooled the logical one, the smart one, the one who is usually stopping the OTHERS from doing stupid things like this !! AND this also just so happens to be mallard ghoul conway's little pet project who looks suspiciously like the hero trickster killed when he took over his first city!!!!!!!!!!! the whole thing is just so delicious for him. which . oh god the wards are out of commission because of wibby death but its also maybe kind of a good thing that this happened because trickster is so busy laughing at his own successful prank that it makes it just a tiny bit easier to find where hes holed up.

is this anything. hi. holy shit wibby torment nexus. i feel like there was something else i wanted to say but i got so lost in the sauce of the Scenarios

AUUUUHGH THIS IS EVERYTHING. YEAH. YEAH HOLY SHIT. sorry i took so long 2 get to this but like. Augh. holy shit. ok. this hits so perfectly i love it a lot. yeah. this goes hard. what if. also. honestly. he just could straight up turn off muse's shaker stuff/breaker state for a minute....... maybe he lets ashe think he's free maybe he's still controlling him or maybe it's genuine & he's really free for half a minute..... then also they doesn't have any reason to suspect him & if dakota Does ashe's telekinesis just. trips him up or prevents him from getting 2 will in time (bc half of dakota's thing is just Being Really Fucking Fast right).... will goes into his breaker state for Extra Security (remember how i said he hates actually fighting w/ it & stuff? he just Doesn't Know that it doesn't work right in ashe's area of effect.) & as soon as he gets close the ruse drops & everything bubbles and shifts around him & it's too late. do u think the trickster still does it with ashe's hands? also i couldn't stop thinking abt the image of wibby's breaker state just. dropping as soon as muse rips him apart. the clean blue-white glow fizzles and disappears & everything's just. blood and meat spraying. that moment of horror. (& maybe also dakota & virion literally just. can't get close safely for a while, they don't Know wibby is still Alive Like that, they just saw him get ripped apart, it's only when they recover from the shock/get desperate enough to enter the muse dreamscape that they realize his lungs are like. still going & stuff....) anyway. did we ever talk about how we fix this? how does he fucking get put back together????

#THIS IS SO GOOD. AUGH. MUSE.........#new haven wards #mac tag!

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nyxlaufeyson · 3 months

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Gift from the Sky

Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Third

Ship: Loki x Darcy Lewis

Type: Fluff... maybe a little crack as well? But that's just bc it's literally impossible to write this ship without just a bit of fun.

Warning: Lil bit of suggestive referencing but that's it

Wordcount: 1,769

Synopsis: It's not every day an angel ends up bleeding in your yard. But it did happen to Darcy Lewis.

A/N: This was originally part of my AU-gust shit last year, and well, yeah it just got finished. Slowly trying to crack my writers block. Tasertricks is so fun tho!!!

“What the shitballs?” Darcy said, hearing a loud crash outside. Having some sort of self-survival skills, she grabbed her taser and headed outside, where she found a man laying on the ground.

Darcy stared at the man for a second, who made no move to get up. “Uh, sir?” She called, but the man didn’t answer.

She contemplated calling the cops, as the man looked pretty beat up. He had several cuts and bruises adorning his face, and seemed to have taken a pretty big fall. Where he had fallen from, however, was not something Darcy knew.

“Are you ok?” She asked, and this time the man groaned in response. Baby steps, baby steps. “Do you want me to call the police?” She asked, and that seemed to get the man's attention.

“No.” He responded, slowly sitting up. “No need for police. I apologize for the intrusion. I’m assuming I’m on Midg- Earth?” He asked, and Darcy stared at him.

Maybe he she would need her taser after all. It was becoming increasingly clear that this man was either on drugs, or just batshit crazy. Darcy wasn’t taking any chances on either. “Yes, you are on Earth. New Mexico, to be exact.”

The man stood up, wiping some dirt off of his outfit. He was rather tall, and his black hair was loose around his face. He was dressed in some sort of white robe that faded to black at the bottom.

Then it hit Darcy. There was a mental facility not too far from where she lived, and there was a chance that this man had somehow escaped.

“Look dude.” She said, still gripping her taser in the pocket of her jacket. “I don’t know where you’re from, or how you ended up here, but I don’t care. As long as you get off my property, I won’t snitch. There’s a gas station down the road you can go to if you want.”

He seemed to nod, and then he tried to rub his back with his hands. Darcy had no clue what he was doing, so she just stood there. “Got an itch or something?”

He shook his head, frowning, before turning around so Darcy could see his back. “Is there anything there? Any pair of, perhaps, big objects on my back?”

Darcy opened her mouth a little bit, confused as frick, before shaking her head. “Nope, just your back.” She said, before squinting a bit further. “Wait. You're bleeding.”

Darcy walked up closer to the man, still well aware of the heavy weight of her taser in her pocket, to get a closer look. “Holy guacamole, dude! What did you do to your back?”

Blood was quickly seeping through the fabric of the man’s robes, and Darcy became increasingly concerned. “Ah.” He said, seemingly coming to a realization. “So that’s where the pain was coming from.”

Darcy contemplated her choices of actions before making a decision. Chances were, this guy wasn’t going to want to call an ambulance, for whatever reasons that might be. But, because Darcy was a decent human being, she didn’t want to send the man off to bleed out either.

“Look, I’ve got some stuff I can bandage you up with inside, but you’ve gotta at least tell me who you are.” She finally said, and the man nodded.

“I am Loki, angel of Alfheim.” He introduced, before tilting his head. “Well, was an angel of Alfheim. I suppose now I’d be considered fallen.”

“Right.” Darcy said, sighing. So this man was from the mental ward. Fantastic, really, since she had just offered to patch him up.

She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, not letting her guard down, and helped him inside. She had him sit on a chair while she grabbed some antiseptics and bandages. “I’m going to need you to take the robe off your back, but please leave the bottom half on.” She said, and she heard the man laugh from the other room.

“So, how’d you get your black to bleed like that?” Darcy asked, taking in the two oddly shaped wounds. It was almost like… She chuckled to herself. “Let me guess, your wings fell off or something?”

Loki grimaced as Darcy began to wipe away some of the blood. “Something like that.” He replied, and Darcy silently shook her head as she applied some of the antiseptic to his skin. He hissed, but she continued her movements.

“I appreciate your hospitality…” Loki trailed off, and Darcy smiled.

“Darcy.” She said, cutting off some of her bandage wrap to use. She had to walk around Loki, wrapping him up like a present. Luckily, the bandages managed to stop most of the bleeding, so that was good.

He grunted as the bandage rubbed up on his wound, but managed to pull off a tight smile. “Nice to meet you, Darcy.”

Darcy finished with the bandages and zipped them up in a first aid kit and put it up in the closet before tossing Loki a water bottle. “Drink this.”

Loki did as he was told, gulping down the water as Darcy checked the pantry. “You hungry?” She asked, digging around to find something she could offer him.

“Yes, actually.” Loki said, and Darcy pulled out a can of chicken noodle soup.

“I have this.” She said, holding the can up. “I probably need to go grocery shopping, because I don’t have a whole lot.”

Loki nodded, waving his hand in the air. “Yes, that will suffice, thank you.” He said, and Darcy threw the soup in the microwave, because she didn’t feel like waiting to heat it up in a pot.

Once it was done, she poured it into a bowl and grabbed a spoon, handing it to Loki. “Thank you.” He said, and Darcy grabbed a bag of chips for herself.

Once they were both done eating, they wallowed in silence for a few minutes before either of them said anything. Finally, Darcy broke the silence. “So who are you really?” She asked, catching Loki a bit off guard.

“I am who I said I am. Loki, angel-fallen-of Alfheim.” He replied, but Darcy just raised her eyebrows.

“Right, so I’ve heard, but why have you fallen, or whatever you call it, to Earth?” She inquired, still convinced that this was probably an escaped patient. He didn’t seem to mean her any harm, though, so she figured it would be alright. She didn’t completely relax, since she wasn’t that stupid.

The man/angel shrugged. “I grew bored of such familiar scenes. After so long, there was nothing left for me there. Unfortunately, I could not leave without some,” he glanced at his bandages, “retaliation.”

Darcy nodded. She wasn’t believing his story one bit, but to humor herself, she popped a question to see what his response would be. “If you are who you say you are, can’t you prove it?”

Loki didn’t seem off put by her question. “How would you like me to prove it to you?”

This caused Darcy to stop and think about it. If he was really a fallen angel, what would she have him do? Then, she had it. “Summon me a chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry on top.”

This caused him to raise an eyebrow. “That’s how you ask me to prove my angelicness to you? A milkshake?”

Darcy frowned. “Something wrong with that?”

Loki shook his head and held out his hand. Truth be told, he wasn’t entirely sure that his magic would work now that he was on Earth and his wings were gone. If he couldn’t summon anything, he would look like a major fool. Which, granted, wouldn’t be the worst problem he’d encountered, but still.

Low and behold, a chocolate milkshake appeared in his right hand, and he handed it to Darcy, who was dumbstruck.

“What the hell?!” She yelled, eyes wide. Maybe this guy wasn’t from the crackhouse. “How the hell?”

Loki chuckled. “From my realm, if you said that, they’d banish you.”

Darcy, who had now grabbed the milkshake, rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, this is the United States. First amendment, buddy.”

That did nothing but confuse Loki, but Darcy didn’t even notice that he was confused. She was still focused on the fact that she had a frickin’ angel in her house. An angel! Her friend Jane would be all over this right now.

Loki shrugged. “I did try to tell you, in all fairness.”

“Yeah, well, forgive me for not believing you! It’s not everyday that a bleeding fallen angel appears on your doorstep.” Darcy said with a roll of her eyes. “What are you even planning on doing here on Earth? It’s not a great place, I’ll tell you straight up. Especially America. We’ve got a lot of shit going on right now.”

He scratched his neck. “I didn’t formulate much of a plan past getting out of there.”

Darcy took a long sip of the milkshake. “Yeah, I get that.” She realized that the poor angel/guy was still halfway dressed in a weird, blood-stained gown. “Hey, do you want some clothes? I probably have something that will fit.”

Loki nodded. “That would be excellent, thank you, Darcy.”

Okay, she could not have been getting butterflies from someone who literally fell from the sky. But she definitely was. Since when had her body ever listened to her?

She looked through her drawers and found one of her super-oversized shirts and a pair of sweatpants that one of her exes had left at some point.

She went back into the living room and handed him the clothes. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Uhm, look, do you need a place to spend the night? I mean, it’s getting kinda late and I don’t want you to be wandering the streets. Especially if you’re not from… around here.” Darcy said. Great, go and offer him your home. That won’t be weird at all. Cohabitation with an angel.

He smiled. “I appreciate your hospitality, but I do not wish to be a burden on you. Surely such a beautiful woman has perhaps a… housemate? I do not wish to disrupt anyone else's realities more than I have here today.”

Housemate? And, hold on, did he just call her beautiful? “Ha! Nope, just me here.”

Loki tilted his head. “Well then, we must find a way for me to repay your hospitality…”

She smirked. “Well, there is one thing I can think of, if you’re up for it.”

And that was the story of how Darcy Lewis fucked a fallen angel.

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darling, dearest | prologue

pairing: regulus black x f!reader

rating: mature but don’t worry, it’s gonna get spicy

word count: 6k

warnings: angst, mentions of execution and murder, references to cults (sorry death eaters), forced marriage, some iffy coping mechanisms (nail picking, pain), enemies to lovers, divergence from canon (just a little bc the first wizarding war is such a bummer and james deserves a baby sister), friendship turmoil, some manipulation because sirius is desperate, albus dumbledore jumpscare, tiny baby sprinkles of wolfstar if you squint ... i think that’s it, but please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: helloooo! i was shocked at how many people saw the sneak peek and let me know they were excited for the first chapter! welcome to the first installment of the dumpster fire that is my regulus black obsession. he deserved so much better, and i’m dedicated to giving him a happy ending. i decided to start with a prologue, as this one is more of setup to the main story. i took a little liberty with the court system and marriage because they’re not super detailed in the books as far as i know. i hope you enjoy, and join the taglist if you want to keep up!

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If you were asked what you thought about the end of the Wizarding War, you would have to say it all felt rather anticlimactic. One minute you were obsessively checking the radio for news of attacks and casting wards every hour, and the next – everything was quiet.

"It's quite eerie, isn't it?" James remarks from the end of the dining table, glasses crooked. His green cardigan hugs his shoulders – broad but thinner now after months of stress. His spitting image, Harry, is bouncing happily on his father's knee and chewing on his knuckles. You wince as drool hits the knee of James' slacks.

"It's lovely," Remus moans from the couch, an arm thrown over his eyes and his long legs crossed at the ankle. His dark gray cardigan practically swallows him as he blindly spins his wand between long fingers. "Only you could find an issue with the end of a war, Prongs."

You grin at him, fingertips tapping nervously at the grain in the wood. Your brother pouts at Remus and Harry seems to pick up on his disdain because he turns and frowns at his father until James grins at him cheerfully.

James practically glowing as he carelessly wipes slobber from Harry's chin, declaring half-heartedly, “Don’t be a prat, Moony.”

"Has anyone heard from him yet?" Lily asks as she glides into the room, her wand suspending four mugs of tea that trail after her. Her long red hair is tied back in a plait. The question makes you swallow nervously. Two of the mugs land in front of you and James, the other settling neatly on the floor next to Remus, and the final one settles against Lily’s palm.

"Nothing," James sighs, expression suddenly pinched as Lily settles in the chair next to him and tugs Harry into her lap in response to his grabbing fingers, tapping his nose with her finger and earning a delighted squeal. "The trial was supposed to end hours ago."

"No news is good news," you offer rather unhelpfully as your stomach continues to twist itself into knots, "maybe he took him to celebrate."

Silence hangs over the room. The chances that anyone is going to be celebrating tonight are dismally low.

Remus seems to pull himself from his dozing, sitting up on the couch and lifting his mug of tea cautiously to his lips and your fingers curl around your warm mug.

"I've cooled it, Moony," Lily calls with a soft smile, "it shouldn't be too hot." Remus smiles sheepishly in thanks over his mug, taking a healthy swallow. You focus on a rip at the bottom of his sleeve, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth and relishing the slight sting.

More silence.

"It shouldn't be too bad," James says rather factually, though his voice is pinched with nerves. "He did help at the end–"

"James." Remus cuts him off quietly, his eyes serious. "Let's just see what happens." James sinks slightly in his seat, draping an arm over the back of his wife's chair.

You swallow, nausea beginning to stir in your gut. Remus is more knowledgeable about the Wizengamot than anyone you know, and his guarded expression leaves you feeling sick.

"Poor Sirius," Lily's normally cheerful voice is pained and Harry has dozed off against her neck, "I hope it's not too–"

The silence is broken as someone apparates into the living room with a sharp crack.

Sirius stands in the middle of the living room, hunched slightly at the waist as though he’s about to be sick. Your heart sinks like stone. Remus and James stand and Remus crosses the short distance as Sirius' knees appear to buckle. Remus gathers him in a firm hug and you stare in disbelief as Sirius hugs him desperately.

Sirius Black's usually amused expression is twisted into one of profound grief. His black robes are rumpled and his hands shake as they twist in the fabric covering Remus' back. Purple smudges of exhaustion from the war are nearly black now and his curls have gone limp and frizzy – most likely because he's been tugging at them all day.

"Sirius," James says worriedly as Remus guides him to the couch, and he crosses over to his friend, "what's happened?" Remus sits next to Sirius, his brow furrowed and his lips pursed in concern.

Both you and Lily watch worriedly as Sirius swallows a few times. His shaking fingers worry at the fraying hem of his robes.

Voice wrecked, his voice is barely a croak as he announces, "He's getting Kissed."

You suck in a gasp of disbelief. It feels like someone has wrapped a hand around your lungs and squeezed as tightly as they can. Lily's slender fingers press against her mouth, her green eyes are suddenly shiny under the light of the dining room.

Remus stares at Sirius blankly, though you can see that his knuckles are white where they're gripping the edge of the couch cushion. You watch as your brother merely shakes his head.

"That's not possible," he says, voice hollow, "he... he was the one who destroyed–“

"James," you say firmly, "stop." Sirius has begun to rub frantically at his eyes. You’re not sure how you make it from the dining room table to kneeling in front of Sirius, but you do. Your hands wrap around his wrists and pull his hands from his eyes – his skin is clammy and cool.

Sirius whimpers quietly, brown eyes red and full of tears. He looks like he's going to be sick, his light complexion washed even paler. Your throat squeezes tightly and you lace your fingers with his, giving him a gentle squeeze as James rests a shaking hand on his shoulder.

"It's my fault," Sirius chokes, and you shake your head immediately, his figure wobbling as your eyes sting with tears, "I should have never left him in that fucking house."

You’ve never heard the entire story of the night Sirius fled Black Manor and ended up shivering on their doorstep, stinking of Dark magic, his eye bruised, begging for James. The guilt he harbors over that night is something he rarely shares with anyone. All you know is that leaving his baby brother was something Sirius never fully recovered from.

Terror strikes you now. You’ve seen what happens when Sirius closes up, locking everyone out and weathering his emotional storms all alone. Maybe it's a skill he learned growing up – the ability to throw up walls and barricade himself deep in his subconscious. The last time – when he'd found out about the most recent legion of Death Eaters and their Dark Marks – he didn’t leave his room for days.

He’d refused to talk to anyone, even Remus.

"It's not your fault," is all you can tell him, "it's not, Sirius."

Don't shut me out, you think, squeezing his hands as he shudders, please, let me help you.

You love Sirius the way you love James – deep, undying love. Regardless of the endless pranks and infuriating overprotection, he's one of the most important people in her life. The sight of him so devastated has you breathless – floundering for anything that might stop the course he’s on.

"He took the Mark when he was sixteen!" The words break as Sirius spits them furiously. "He was a fucking child!" His head tips forward as a sob splits loose from his chest.

"We'll fix it, Sirius," Remus says quietly, "surely there has to be something we can do." He locks eyes with you as a tear makes its way down your cheek.

"The end of the week," Sirius whispers, "they're going to kill him at the end of the week with all those bloody murderers." You brush a limp curl behind his ear before James pulls him into one of his tight, nearly suffocating hugs. Sirius’ panicked heaving is muffled against James’ shoulder.

It takes an hour and a vial of Dreamless Sleep to finally get Sirius to bed, and you lean against the wall outside of his bedroom, waiting for Remus to reappear. The door opens slowly and Remus emerges, brow furrowed as he shuts the door as gently as possible.

"Is he alright?" You ask him. Remus rubs an anxious hand along the back of his neck, his sleeve pooling at his elbow. Thin, pale scars along his forearm shimmer slightly before he tugs the sleeve back to its rightful place and his arm falls back to his side.

"No," he sighs heavily, hand closing on your upper arm, pulling you into his chest, "no, he's not." You hug him tightly, fingers buried in the soft fabric of his robes. Your eyes sting and you press your nose to his shoulder, inhaling the smell of clean cotton and mint.

"There has to be something we can do," you whisper.

Remus knows the ins and outs of the Wizengamot like the back of his hand. After applying as an Auror, he’d been questioned for ages – hours in front of the members trying to convince them that he was still fit for training despite his “affliction.” He had practically lived at the Ministry for months.

"I'll stop by tomorrow and talk to Doris," Remus remarks quietly against your hair, referencing the advocate that had been assigned to his case, "maybe there's some way we can get him out in a few years. Sometimes it's just a matter of showing them what they want to see. I doubt he had a third-party advocate." You nod and the door to James and Lily's room opens cautiously.

"Is he asleep?" Lily asks, stepping out into the hallway as you and Remus step apart.

"Passed out," Remus tells her, James stepping into the hallway after his wife. "He didn't stop shaking for a good ten minutes, but I think the potion finally kicked in."

"Merlin," James' voice is crushed as he leans against the wall, "hasn't he been through enough already?"

"He's bound to feel some guilt," Lily states factually, "he probably thinks he would have gotten the Mark instead if he'd stayed."

"Of course he thinks that," Remus says, voice tinged with rare anger, volume raising, “that’s what his parents made him believe before he left.”

You could wake him, you realize rather suddenly, and place your hand on Remus' arm to quiet him, earning an exhausted sigh. The last thing you need is for Sirius to hear you confirming his worst fears. Nibbling anxiously at your thumbnail you vaguely recall a few books in the manor's library about Azkaban and the Dementor's Kiss – a rather morbid fascination of your father’s for a few months at the beginning of the War.

"Remus is going to The Ministry tomorrow," you announce quietly to James and Lily, "I'm going to do some research of my own. Maybe we can find ... a reason for an appeal, or a loophole. There has to be something. He helped The Order, it should count for something." James seems to perk up at the idea and Lily smiles fondly at you.

"I'll go with Remus."

"No." You and Remus say simultaneously, earning a shocked and disbelieving pout from James.

"Someone has to stay with him, Prongs," Remus says pleadingly, "I don't know what he'll do if we leave him alone. He needs a Calming Draught and about a hundred cups of tea. Please stay with him."

Almost immediately James sags, bobbing his head of dark curls once in understanding. Lily slides a hand up his back, rubbing comforting circles between his shoulder blades.

“We should all get some sleep,” she announces and you nod immediately, stretching your arms above your head with a groan, muscles stretching taunt in your shoulders, “we can worry about all of this in the morning.”

“Alright,” Remus agrees, slumping as though someone has cut the string holding him up, “I’m going to crash on the couch.”

Normally you would argue, protesting about his back, but your attention is almost solely on the books. By the time you all go your separate ways, you’re so absorbed in which titles to pull first that your feet practically carry you to the library – you stay there until the sun creeps over the horizon and your hand aches from its grip on your quill.

⭒☆⭒

James catches you on your fourth trip to the library in as many days. You and Remus have barely spoken, ships in the night as he leaves for the Ministry and doesn’t return until late. Sirius has spent days pacing the living room, eyes cloudy with exhaustion, or passed out on the couch after another Calming Draught. Much to your frustration, none of the books have offered any useful information.

“Moony and Padfoot are in the study,” your brother tells you, “it seems important.” Hope flares in your chest and you nod hurriedly.

“Yeah, alright,” you say, already turning back around to head to the study, “are you coming?”

“I’ve got to drop off Harry,” James says with a shake of his head, “mum and dad have been dying to see him. I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Sure,” you call, already heading down the hall to the study, “tell them I miss them, please.”

“Sure, love.”

Rushing down the hall lands you in front of the study rather quickly. You knock twice before swinging the door open. Remus and Sirius are talking in hushed, tense voices at the large table in front of the fireplace. The side of Sirius’ face is illuminated with firelight, reflecting his nearly manic expression. His eyes are wide and pleading as Remus stares at him with a disappointed expression, shaking his head in disapproval every few seconds. His normally bruised under-eyes are even darker with exhaustion.

“When did you get back?” You call in greeting, hesitant to interrupt their tense discussion. Remus’ head lifts immediately, softening at the sight of you. A pleased grin lifts the corner of his mouth, pulling a very faint scar on his cheek tight. Sirius’ throat bobs before he turns to look at you as well.

“Hi, darling,” Remus greets, “I only just arrived. I’ve been with Doris all night.” You make your way across the study to the table, squeezing Sirius’ shoulder as you settle at the table.

“You must be exhausted,” you remark sympathetically, worrying welling as you take in Remus’ drawn expression, “are you alright?”

“Fine, fine,” he brushes you off, “I’ll head home in a bit.”

“Did Doris tell you anything helpful?”

Your question seems to land like a bomb.

Remus’ lips press in a thin line and Sirius turns to look at you, his expression open and full of hope. He looks so young that it takes your breath away.

“Remus talked to Albus Dumbledore,” he tells you, “he said–”

“Sirius.” Remus snips, his gaze cool. “Don’t.” Sirius deflates slightly at the reprimand but appears to steel himself before looking at you again.

Sirius' voice has taken on a pleading quality when he says your name, his dark brown eyes brimming with sorrow, "Darling, you know–" his voice breaks and you suck in a breath. "You know I would never ask you to do this if I had a choice."

“Ask me to do what?” Your eyes flicker between them.

"The Wizengamot would be inclined to pass down a more lenient sentence," Remus informs you quietly, "if it could be proven that he had a motive to help The Order." Disdain colors his tone.

"Motive." You parrot blankly. Your mind is swimming. The Wizengamot has been in disarray since the start of the war and lately, they seem to be doing all they can to move cases through the court as rapidly as possible. You’ve heard a few previous life sentences cut down to a few years in Azkaban or house arrest when new information is presented. An unsettled feeling has begun to churn in your gut as Sirius worries the edge of his sleeve between his long fingers.

"Remus thinks maybe if he had been in a relationship with someone in The Order, people would more easily believe he destroyed the locket." Sirius' voice is hopeful. "Helping The Order would get him a few years of house arrest, they probably wouldn't even hold him in Azkaban."

You shake your head, brow furrowing. You can't remember any relationships other than James and Lily throughout the entirety of the war. Maybe Frank and Alice Longbottom, but you hadn't been particularly invested in romantic drama – no one was. It was too much energy to waste when everyone was exhausted by stress and grief.

"Who was he with?" You ask, locking eyes with Remus. His expression is pinched, hair falling over his right eye, making him look boyish and haughty. "I don't remember him even speaking to anyone, but maybe if we can find some witnesses–"

"He wasn't seeing anyone," Remus says quietly, "no one in The Order would have wanted to touch a blood purist anyway." There's a bite in his voice that earns him a sharp glare from Sirius, and you feel dread crawl its way up your throat.

"I don't understand." You confess tightly. "Why are you even exploring that as an option?"

"It's the only option," Sirius says sharply, "there's nothing else we can do. This is the only way we can–"

"I still don't understand why–"

"I'm asking you–" Sirius' voice is shaky and he lifts his brown eyes to yours, "to marry him."

Static buzzes in your ears, quietly and then louder as the seconds tick by. Remus grimaces at his hands, thumb pressed against the pale scar that runs along his thumb and disappears under his sleeve. The world feels faintly tilted, and you shake your head in an attempt to rebalance yourself.

The second the statement leaves Sirius' mouth, you know you’ll do it. It’s an absent, emotionless conclusion. Anything Sirius asks of you, you'll do – because you love him. You want his trust, and to earn that trust you’ll do whatever he needs. Anything to keep him out of the unreachable place he flees to in times of grief. Losing his brother would kill him, and if you refuse he'll never forgive you – something you can't risk.

You come to the additional deduction, as you look at him, that he knows all of this. The request doesn't come from a place of clouded or misguided desperation – the look in his eye is calculating rather than manic. You realize, suddenly, that he has already added up the cost of this request and the consequences it will have on your relationship.

He just doesn't care.

You stare at him for a few more seconds in suffocating silence.

"You're asking me to marry your brother." You confirm quietly. Sirius' expression falters for a moment before he tips his chin up, emotions shuttered.

"It's the only way they'll let him out." He tells you, his voice flat. An ache opens up in your chest and you have the fleeting thought that you’re not going to recover from this for a long, long time. "I don't have any other options."

"Don't decide now. This is..." Remus starts to plead with you, openly devastated. "It's an impossible choice you have. Please, for me, sleep on it–"

"I'll do it." You interrupt him, earning you a disbelieving stare. "Assuming he agrees, I'll do it." You look at Sirius sharply. "You already knew that though, didn't you?"

The only response you get is the twitch of his jaw, his eyes falling to the table. Very suddenly, emotion wells in your throat and behind your eyes – suffocating in its intensity. In a panic, you stand from the table and make for the door.

"I'm sorry," Sirius calls out to you as you reach for the doorknob, "I hope one day you'll forgive me."

The only response you give is the violent bang of the door shutting behind you.

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The wait to leave for The Ministry is passed in silence.

James' knuckles are white and his grip on your hand borders on painful. His jaw clenches furiously as he stares at the fireplace, flames flickering in his blank expression. It feels as though you’ve gone numb – unable to even summon the energy to soothe your brother. Your gaze is locked blankly on your free hand, throat tight with anxiety and dread.

"You don't have to do this," James whispers furiously, abruptly abandoning his stewing to stare at you, "I can't believe he asked you to–"

"James." You tell him quietly. "It's fine."

"It's not fine!" He continues to whisper, turning to you fully now. "The bond is forever. It's an Unbreakable Vow. He's a fucking Death Eater. He's a blood purist."

"If you knew," you ask flatly, "that you could do something to save my life, would you?" You turn your head and meet his eyes. Surprise flickers on your brother's face before his lips press in a thin line. "Would you?"

"Of course, I would. I would do anything." James says, the words hushed, "But–"

"I would too." You tell him, squeezing his hand. "For you or Sirius, I would do anything." Your lips quirk in a wry smile and you return your gaze to your fingers. "It's just my luck that I have to."

James doesn't seem to know how to respond to that particular conclusion, and he sinks back in his seat – squeezing your hand.

Marrying a Death Eater was, without a doubt, not part of your plan. You can't say you ever really had an image of whoever would be on the other side of the bond – but a murdering blood purist was certainly not on the table. Faintly, you recognize that it is all sort of funny. You’ve spent the last few years obsessing over how to dismantle Voldemort and his followers, only for you to marry one of them.

The urge to laugh evaporates quickly when you realize the life you wanted has gone up in flames. Your parents have always set the marriage standard since you were little. Fleamont and Euphemia have been soulmates since their first year of Hogwarts and they've never wavered in their adoration for one another – even when raising two children and through a devastating war. When James and Lily got married, it only further cemented your surety that one day it would happen for you. You believed that everyone in your family was just lucky with love.

The irony is enough to make you faint.

A light knock on the doorframe pulls you from your thoughts – which is quite fortunate, you think, as an embarrassing set of tears have begun to make their way down your face. Rapidly, you pull your hand from James' and wipe your eyes, cheeks burning from the fabric of your robes. Remus steps into the living room, gifting you with a soft smile.

"Alright?" He asks, with his natural way of conveying that he already knows. You fist your robes, nodding and giving him a faint smile. "I think we're about ready to leave." All you can do is nod again, and all at once, the room feels like it's rapidly losing oxygen. Remus seems to sense your spike in anxiety and he pads across the carpeted floor to crouch in front of you – wincing as his back pops.

"It won't be too bad, darling," he says, taking your hand and squeezing gently, "they won't make you take any Veritaserum or anything frightening. I think they all want this case to be over rather quickly, and no one wants to upset The Order." You nod, tongue feeling thick in your mouth. "They'll ask you a few questions, reach a verdict, and then we can go home."

"Will he–" your voice cracks and James' hand settles on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, "will he be there?"

"Probably," Remus tells you honestly, and you take the tip of your tongue between your teeth. "He'll be sitting in the back most likely, and probably surrounded by Aurors. He won't be anything to worry about."

That's rather nice to hear, you think drily, seeing as I'm marrying him tomorrow.

Remus glances at his watch, lips pressing together in a flat line. Your anxiety begins to climb.

"We should go," Remus says quietly, and James squeezes your shoulder again before standing and helping you up off the couch. Remus retrieves a small pouch from his pocket, making his way to the fireplace as he takes a small pinch of powder between his fingers. Tossing the tiny amount of powder, the flame roars as it turns emerald green. Remus turns and offers another quick smile before he steps into the flames and disappears with a whoosh.

You’re next, staring at the green flames with burning eyes until James drops your hand and nudges you forward. You inhale deeply, squeezing your eyes shut before stepping into the flames. The room blurs around you before you appear rather suddenly at the entrance to the Ministry. Remus is standing at the edge of the fireplace, arm out for you to take as you step out and onto the marble floor. James appears with a gust of air behind you and stumbles out of the fireplace with a cough, brushing soot from his shoulder.

“Merlin, I hate that,” he mutters, coming to stand beside you.

Wizards in all colors and styles of robes bustle past you, some alone and some in groups. A few carry briefcases and some wear heels that click sharply on the immaculate marble floor. Chatter bounces off the walls of dark brick that tower over your head and you marvel at the stunning statues lined down the enormous hall – a variety of glimmering witches, wizards, centaurs, and countless others. Only Remus' hand on the small of your back pulls you from your admiration and rather quickly back to reality.

"The courtroom is just a few halls down," he explains as the three of you enter the throng of movement and make your way through the Ministry, "we're just a bit early." Sweat begins to bead on your forehead and your robes feel suffocating, the fabric clinging to your arms and chest. You fight the urge to place a hand at your throat to ensure you’re still breathing as Remus continues his quick explanation. "There will be a few formalities, just some legal rubbish. You’ll give your testimony, he’ll affirm it, and then they’ll reach a verdict."

Two large wooden doors come into view, large ornate letters reading WIZENGAMOT. It would all come across as incredibly posh if you weren't on the verge of a panic attack. Remus comes to a halt a few feet away from the doors and turns to you.

"Alright?" Remus asks you, the words heavy with concern. He reaches for you, a cool palm settling on the side of your neck. The gesture is grounding. His hazel eyes are full of comfort. You manage a weak smile, nodding just once, and Remus nods back before turning to the doors. His wand raises, and with a slight flick of his wrist, the large oak doors creak open.

The courtroom is quiet, save for the low murmurs from members of the court. All at once, you feel the weight of several pairs of eyes on you. Without thinking, you cast your eyes up toward the court.

The unsettling blue eyes of Albus Dumbledore are the first you catch, plum robes stark against his long, white beard and pale skin. His stare is curious, almost amused, but deeply unsettling. You clench your jaw, pulling your gaze away as you follow Remus to the bench. Sirius is already sitting, his posture rigid and his hair pulled back in a low bun. Briefly, his brown eyes meet yours before they flicker away. Your heart gives a pitiful, wrenching throb before you swallow it down and settle in your seat.

The minutes pass in agonizing silence. Your nerves leave you to pick at your nails, avoiding the harsh stares by keeping your focus on your lap. The cuticle of your thumb begins to bleed and you bring it to your mouth with a curse, nausea swarming as the metallic taste fills your mouth. The heavy wooden doors continue to open and shut with heavy slams. Occasionally, you accidentally meet the chilling gaze of one of the members. Every glance is welling with pity or disdain.

You’re not sure which is worse.

Dumbledore's clear, sharp voice startles you as it breaks the low mumble of noise. “All rise, for the opening remarks.”

Your knees wobble as you stand and you grip the back of the bench in front of you to keep yourself steady. The remarks pass in a blur, and at some point you return to the bench, hands anxiously smoothing down your thighs. A lot of jargon you don’t understand, a summary of the charges, and a quick introduction of the appeal. Relational motive is the term they seem to prefer when referring to the appeal. You fight the hysterical urge to snort. Finally, the speech comes to an end as Dumbledore clears his throat.

“Will the accused be brought forward for the court?”

Heavy, black doors, that you’ve somehow missed, creak at the far end of the courtroom. Sirius straightens, his fingers clenched into fists. The low hum of muttering fills the court again. Slowly, the doors grate against their hinges until they shudder to a stop, revealing a dark hallway.

Two tall, serious-looking Aurors step out onto the marble floor. One is taller than the other, both in the dark robes of their profession. Their wands are drawn, but relaxed. Your fingertips press into your thighs, relishing in the grounding sting.

Behind the Aurors, a tall, lean figure makes his way to the center of the room. Black, shaggy curls are limp and greasy, his head bowed and hiding his face. Broad shoulders make clear impressions against the gray uniform, the bones far too defined. Sirius lurches forward in concern as the figure’s steps falter – almost as if he wasn’t sure his legs would hold him for a moment.

Despite his bedraggled appearance, there’s a certain aristocratic air to him. It seems to be a piece of his very essence. Long, elegant fingers are clasped together tightly at his waist, silver restraints clasped around his wrists, linking them together. Two more Aurors emerge behind him, the doors swaying before slamming shut.

Your fingernails continue to dig into your thigh.

Dumbledore cuts through the murmuring as he announces, “The appeal trial will begin as soon as the accused is seated.”

The murmurs crescendo.

One of the Aurors mutters something to the man handcuffed in the middle of the room, his head tipping slightly as they speak to him in a low voice. Two of the wizards make their way to the chair in the center of the room, standing on either side. The Auror speaking to him seems to inform him of something upsetting – his knuckles white as his fingers clench, shoulders pulling up to his ears.

He lifts his head, light hitting his face, and a pit of dread opens in your stomach as you meet the flat, dark gaze of Regulus Black.

⭒☆⭒

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shsl-heck · 1 year

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Fuck it we ball. One thing in Worm that makes me absolutely insane is that little bit we get to see of Taylor's relationships with the Chicago Wards. I think a lot of them looked up to her. Not in the way where they wanted to be like her, but she was definitely a strong central figure and leader in their eyes (understandable since she literally managed to get them all out of an Endbringer fight alive). It's even brought up several times that she has such a strong will that it's almost like gravitational pull. People get caught up in the momentum as she barrels forward.

Taylor, though, doesn't seem to realize just what an effect she has on other people; that she's not just needed, but wanted. People care about and want to be closer to her. Anyway, this is all an excuse to talk about the best conversation in all of Worm. It happens just after Scion turns and destroys the UK.

"Grace interrupted my observations. “You’re wearing black.”

I felt a bit of guilt welling. No, guilt wasn’t the right word. I was at peace with my decision.

I just felt a little ashamed that I hadn’t been more upfront about it, with the people I’d spent years working with.

“Yeah.”

“I suppose you’re not going to get around to having that meeting with the PRT guys, getting yourself moved up from the Wards to the Protectorate? Unless I’m reading too much into the costume choice.”

“You’re not,” I said. “No, I suppose I’m not going to have that meeting.”

“Is it that we failed with the Jack thing?”

“That’s not the entirety of it,” I said.

“But it’s part of it, right? Isn’t that unfair? We had, like, a four percent chance of success going in, and we didn’t stop it from coming to pass, so you bail?”

“I said it’s only part of it,” I repeated myself.

“I know,” she said. I could see Tecton and Rachel pause, catching something in Grace’s tone.

When Grace and I remained silent, they resumed. “…the cross species interactions…”

“…the cross species interactions.”

“I know,” Grace said, after a pause. “I get that. I get that there’s other reasons. Like the fact that you love those guys and you never loved us. Cool. Makes sense.”

“I liked you guys.”

“But you didn’t love us.”

“No,” I said."

Apologies for the long quote, but this is one of my favorite moments in Worm. Taylor has known these people, fought side by side with them, for way longer than she ever did the Undersiders! But she still doesn't love them. Tbh I get the sense that she doesn't even really care about them that much more than she would any random person off the street. (Golem is maybe an exception here, but I'd argue that's mostly bc he has an important role in Jack ending the world). It's not like the Chicago Wards were hostile to her. It certainly seems like they tried to include her. How many meals shared, offers to hang out, times saving each other, attempted conversations, over those years did it take for Grace and the others to finally realize what she said in that quote? Taylor could tolerate them, maybe even like them, but she was never going to love them, never going to be their friend. What impact must that have had on them as a team? With the Undersiders, Taylor was kind of the central figure. I never got the sense that the l11others really hung out or were friends other than their relationship to Taylor. In the Wards, it's the opposite no matter how hard the team tries to bond with her.

Idk, I don't have that much insight into this moment. The difference could be because she was in a much worse place when she met the Undersiders and/or was too focused on her goal to bond with the Wards, but again I don't have a ton to say. This little glimpse into the inner workings of the Chicago Wards just emotionally devastates me for some reason I can't quite articulate.

#i just feel so hard for Grace and the other Wards during it #Taylor has a gravitational pull like i said #unfortunately that also means she drags others with her on her downward spiral #worm wildbow #worm web serial #worm spoliers #taylor hebert loml #long post

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little-cereal-draws · 2 years

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Alright. So I finally watched Night at the Museum 1 and 2 and I'm not emotional you're emotional.

I will watch the cartoon movie tomorrow, but I know that they leave my besties out. :(

Fucking Khonshu. "What? Yeah sure I'll bless this tablet of life or whatever. Everything gets life. I don't know. Is that statue alive? It is now. Anyways I'm gonna go pick on this other guy now good luck!"

What a weirdly specific thing for the tablet to do. Instead of just keeping them alive it just...brings everything to life. Like, no wonder he got himself banished. You think that's why he got banished? Osiris shows up and just goes, "You did what? Why would you do this thing in particular? What....Just why?"

Epitome of "Fuck it we ball".

Anyways, I love these movies now and I desperately need a cross over.

Yes 🤣 it’ll be called Moon Knight at the Museum

But khonshu making the tablet really is so random?? He doesn’t have anything to do w anything. He was a minor god that was only popular for a few hundred years; he wasn’t associated w pharaohs or tablets or reanimation or anything. Like???

Maybe the tablet was his first attempt at protecting the travelers of the night. He was like “ok well, if someone gets attacked at night they’ll need extra strength and energy to defend themselves… and maybe we can make the statues come to life too to help protect them… and let’s bring dead ppl back too while we’re at it. Bc what if u die? What if they unfairly died? We have to cover all our bases.” It has the vibes of an idea that originally made some sense but then he kept adding crazier and crazier things to it until it was totally different from the goal he was trying to achieve lol

You are absolutely right that Osiris or some other god showed up and was like “Why???” This is how it probably went down:

Osiris: khonshu, why are my dead ppl being taken out of the underworld every night and then put back in the morning??

Khonshu: to protect the travelers of the night! 😤

Osiris: wha-? how?? How does taking ppl out of the underworld protect the travelers of the night?

Khonshu: well, um, you see… uhhhhhh…

Osiris: it doesn’t, the answer is it doesn’t. All you’re doing is messing up my organization system and giving me more paperwork. Stop it. It doesn’t make any fucking sense. You know what? Get out. Get out of here. You’re banished.

Khonshu: :(

I suppose the statue/inanimate object thing kinda makes sense from a cultural point of view? They had ushabtis and other statues that were supposed to come to life and help you in the afterlife and had a lot of apotropaic statues like the sphinx that were supposed to ward off bad luck/evil spirits. So making them all actually come to life isn’t too much of a stretch in terms of trying to protect ppl

In the third movie they have a whole bunch of tablet lore that explains why it happened from a human/worshiper point of view but it still makes no sense from a god point of view lol The third movie is also set in the British Museum so there is actually potential for them to run into our favorite gift shoppist.

If the system met the museum gang here’s how I think it would go down.

Honestly, Larry would not be surprised that they’re a superhero avatar for the moon god. He would just be like “ok great. I’ve seen weirder, I can handle that.” The museum exhibits would probably not be phased by moon knight either bc they’re already so unique and different from each other they would be like “another weird new friend, great!”

Marc would not be surprised but very disappointed lol Larry would explain their situation and the tablet and he would just sigh and put his head in his hands while mentally cursing khonshu out. He’s not surprised he would do smth like this, just so tired of Khonshus bs lol

Jake would ask to try Larry’s flashlight out and wouldn’t be as invested as marc and Steven in the magic side of things. I can see him making friends w the exhibits tho and just chilling w them. I think Attila and Teddy would be his favorites.

And now Steven. Oh Steven. Steven would lose his fucking shit. This would be the best day of his life, including the tomb and the pyramid of Giza. He might straight up faint when he finds out abt Ahk. He’s squealing louder and louder at Larry’s introductions of all the exhibits bc this is so much firsthand knowledge abt these time periods, he could solve so many mysteries of history, and then they get to Ahk and it’s fantastic. There’s a real life pharaoh standing a few feet in front of him and he can talk to him and ask questions and just exist in the same space as him… and he collapses. As soon as he comes to again, he’s asking questions and talking everybody’s ear off. Some ppl are more inclined to humor him than others (like Teddy would be more than happy to talk abt himself as opposed to jed who would just be confused and walk away). Either way, Steven is living his best life rn.

Steven would have also been useful in the second natm movie lol He could read the hieroglyphics on the tablet and realized the answer was pi in a matter of minutes. He could have spared Larry a lot of grief lol

I’ve thought a lot abt what would happen if Larry was the night guard at the British museum the night Marc destroyed the toilets. Probably at first he would assume that Marc was the main threat since he wouldn’t be able to see the jackal, but he’s smart and would quickly figure out that he was fighting smth even more dangerous. Idk how much of a help he would be but he would certainly try his best; maybe trying to distract it or dumping paint on it so it’s a more visible target or using the true and tested game of fetch method (I mean, jackals are just dogs right?). He would find a way to help and then figure out what Marc’s deal is lol

But I think Larry and moon knight could be a really good duo tho. Moon knight helps him w problems w the tablet, translating any languages he hasn’t learned yet, and giving more historical context to things that Larry wouldn’t be able to find on the internet. In return, Larry lets them hang out w the exhibits and points out Khonshus bullshit for them lol I feel like he’s very good at seeing through ppls lies and setting clear boundaries which is smth that Marc is not always the greatest w lol

#you have unearthed the secret cross over I’ve been planning in my head for months lol #i spent hours writing this out no joke #mcu #marvel #moon knight #natm #night at the museum #what is this a cross over episode?

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More thoughts about lore for my s/i for Chucky under the cut! Dark and potentially triggering topics discussed within, check the tags!

SO my thought is that Chucky and I ended up in the same home together as teens. We become fast friends bc we both have to mask for others and it's exhausting.

We get talking one night about why we're there. He's there bc obviously he killed his mom. But,, I'm also there for attacking a family member; My dad. My story is a bit different from his though-

I tell him about how my dad was abusive towards me and my mother, and one day I snapped and couldn't take it anymore, attacking him. After that, my mother couldn't handle having custody of me because I needed "too much help" as an autistic child pushed too far. So I was given away as a ward of the state. No foster family would take me because I was labeled as having a violent past. Despite showing me multiple kills and grotesque things, the only time Chucky ever saw me express fear was talking about what my father did... So he decides to take matters into his own hands.

Anyways long story short he tracks down my father and brings him to me, where I get to make the killing blow, as a treat <3

Our friendship lasts as we grow up, even when he gets with Tiffany. I'm a close friend to both of them, but my true loyalty lies with Chucky. So I never told Tiff about Sarah, whether or not she already knew. Once the cops get called and Chucky gets shot, she and I both think that he's dead and mourn him together.

During this time, I end up in a bad relationship where the guy is just like my father. I've lost all passion for fighting back, so I'm resigned. When a Good Guy doll shows up at my door with the voice and spirit of my dead best friend, he notices how rough I look, and asks what happened.... Only to go barbie mode when my partner shows up. After witnessing the abuse, he quickly decides that the guy has to die, and takes care of him for me, asking when I'm gonna learn to stand up for myself. He's only half joking as he pockets the knife in his overalls and catches me up to speed on everything he's had going on. He asks what I'm doing with a jerk like that, and when I tell him my fight died when he did, that kinda softens him up a bit. He didn't expect anyone to care about his death, except maybe Tiff, but with their last interaction being a fight, and her being the one to call the cops on him, he couldn't count on her. He knew he could always count on me, though. And maybe that's where the obsession takes hold, when he realizes that my feelings are genuine, and he's never had that before. And he wants more of it. More than Sarah could give him, and more than Tiffany already had. He becomes a little obsessive over me at that point, but I'm not used to being wanted in any sense of the word, so I just soak it in rkndslsn

Eventually, it gets to the point where we're working together on kills like he and Tiff used to, with him sort of training me. He knew I had it in me all those years ago when I had no qualms about his kills and no trouble delivering the final blow to my father, and he helped me kindle that flame.

After a while we end up finding and customizing a doll for me to inhibit, so that we can stay together and it won't be weird dkshsj

#rainsi #tw abuse #tw murder #(Do i need to tag this one? its a post about Chucky djhssk)#abuse mention #child abuse mention #tw obsession #dollface #netflix and kill

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The hate has been getting so much worse since 2020 bc of the pandemic 😭 I'm suffering from this in every Fandom/community Im in im so triggered hsskksusjs. Lemme tell you about this : i Stan Harry styles and istg in the pandemic era it was like a breakthrough out of a psych ward, like im not kidding the amount of delusional larries that came out of it is astonishing. They've always been deranged and delusional but the New larries? 20000x worse. Like the amount of fucked up shuti see from accs made in 2020 is.. 💀 I'm an anime fan too and istg the anime community's toxicity went thru the roof from the pandemic and on, like I can't go anywhere without people arguing about fictional characters here and then likepls leave me alone 😭 BP vs armys discourse? 10000x worse now 💀 Even in the fitness community ISTG I can't post my body anywhere online without people telling me to stop body checking or how I'm triggering their anorexia?? I'm sorry what??? I'm born like this and I can't gain weight for the life of me Pls leave alone 😭 even the views of tkklives and subs of such channels went thru the roof since the pandemic...

Anyway sorry for the word vomit but I'm so frustrated it seems like the pandemic made everyone go crazy/more intense.. Maybe the lack of social life and interactions made people (specifically teens) lack common sense? Being chronically online is a disease istg

I don't have much to say about this but I still think it's really interesting. I've only been part of the BTS fandom since 2017, so I can't talk about other pockets of the internet. And I also had a somewhat difference experience of the pandemic, because for me while I did spend a lot of time online, I also cut off on my ~~fan activities. Mid April 2020 or something I realized I was fed up with everything. Everything was bullshit to me. It's funny you mentioned Harry because he was one of the victims of my "fuck this" phase lol. His lack of commitment to a cause, his neutrality and evasiness to everything was bullshit to me.

My first moments of "I'm so over BTS" actually happened that first half of 2020. Then dynamite happened, and I was back to enjoying their content for the most part but I didn't like some of the members anymore the way I did in 2019. From dynamite on my ~feelings about the group kept losing intensity. It was really a slow process that has been dragging on since 2020. A lot of bullshit happened after dynamite onwards, and I was so over accepting it all and settling for things that I wasn't really okay with, so it was just a matter of time until I grew completely tired of the group.

It's an observation that's limited, because it's only your life experience; but it's still a good observation. I think it makes sense that people with maybe personal/emotional issues that were heightened (or triggered) by the pandemic, turned to the internet as a venting tool and outlet for those issues.

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i know at the time a lot of people were very Upset at the idea magnus might apologize whether in fic or headcanon or whatever after malec’s subsequent break-up/fight/subsequent getting back together. and like. i agree that magnus doesn’t need to apologize for breaking up with alec (and yes, i do consider it a break-up) or prioritizing the survival of his people because like. he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.

but the thing is. the reason (or at least the reason he gives) for breaking up with alec is not actually ‘you lied to me and now i can’t trust you’. he was obviously hurt by that and i understand fully, but it seems to me that if it were that, it was something he’d think they could get through in time. the reason he actually gives is that he’s a leader and has difficult decisions to make and doesn’t feel able to do that if he’s with alec because og how much he Loves alec. it’s not just that love is Not Enough; Love Is A Hindrance.

and again, that’s not actually the part i could maybe see him apologizing for. (though ironically, i do fully believe it’s what hurts alec the most. there’s an excellent meta i read a while back and need to dig up but. because of who he is, at this moment in time, i don’t think alec can fully understand how someone could love him, genuinely and truly, and still walk away. it’s math that doesn’t add up. he lives in extremes and he’s steadfast and if he loves someone, he assumes they can Figure It Out, whatever IT may be.) (and he unlearns this lesson a bit too hard by 3.18 unfortunately. because he has Evidence that magnus can walk away and be fine, functional. which surely means magnus can live without him in ANY context, right? right?)

i got very off-topic. anyway. he made it clear to alec that his breaking things off was less about the soul sword itself and more about the situation opening magnus’s eyes to how deeply engulfed in this war they’d become and how and he didn’t feel like he could make the decision he needed to right now with aec by his side.

and then after that, he acts cold and demeaning to alec anyway. purposefully and without provocation. i’m not saying it’s on the same level as lying about the soul sword, but the way magnus acted was! uncalled for! i get why he was doing it, to Distance himself, but that doesn’t mean it was like. great of him or even necessary. it’s easy to see how alec might be hurt by that, especially compounded with the fact that he didn’t warn alec or any of the other shadowhunters about the ward around the city that would kill them if they tried to pass through???? even though it was only valentine and jonathan they were trying to keep in??? (i know this is likely the writers dropping the ball a bit. idk. maybe he and luke agreed that luke would be the one to tell them. idk it’s just so Weird.)

anyway! none of this is like unforgivable or stuff i think magnus Needed to apologize for. especially if he didn’t then choose to get back together with alec. but he did…. which complicates it! bc relationships are complicated!! and not 1:1 on the Who Did More Wrong Scoreboard. because if you choose to be with someone after a break up, however brief, you do have more of a responsibility to take consideration of their feelings [Edit: than you would of you remain broken up.] that’s life!

it doesn’t even particularly bother me that magnus doesn’t apologize! like, i don’t think that’s something that alec needs expects or wants from him and for his part, as long as magnus forgives him and wants to be together, he’s okay-ish. (that is not to say the break-up doesn’t affect him! i really strongly believe it does and informs a lot of season 3 actions!) but there was a really big insistence at the time of this storyline airing that Any Fic Where Magnus Apologized Was Morally Wrong. and anyone who suggested alec might have somewhat of a right to be hurt, if he happened to be, was Also Very Wrong. it spoke to a bigger issue with the fandom and fandom in general and my relationship with it. a lot of this rewatch is honestly me working through that and reckoning with it

#shadowhunters rewatch 2023 #sh critical //#long post #uh I’ll do the rest of the tags in the morning #shshhshs #spent too long writing and now im Sleeby

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"Fictional gay parasocial enemy"?? PLEASE elaborate. Why would you and nighteye have beef. i gotta know.

I… cannot talk about self insert shit without putting it under a readmore it’s too embarrassing. This is embarrassing bullshit 🤣

(Note: I stopped reading the manga almost 4 years ago. Maybe he’s changed. Maybe he’s dead. Idk if he’s even been in the manga since the fuckin uhhh overhaul arc I don’t remember shit this is all from the version of boku no hero that lives in my head.)

So first off nighteye is a petty bitch. idc if he changed his tune about midoriya after overhaul he was just being petty because the guy he’s in love with wouldn’t listen to him (newsflash asshole you’re in love with the guy with the world’s biggest savior/self-sacrifice complex. you’ve known this the whole time). (Nevermind that I would also be a little upset if I Forsaw the death of the guy I’m in love with and he wouldn’t listen to me and try to prevent it.)

Secondly this would not be a one sided hatred. He would hate my SI so much. For. You know. Uhhhh getting his man. But he’d be so petty and sneaky about it. He would never be a bitch about it in front of toshi. My SI wouldn’t be a fuckin snitch. They would be perfectly pleasant to each other when he’s around. He would be very happy about his friend and his partner getting along so well. And then he leaves and nighteye and my SI drop their fuckin acts. It’s jealously on both ends. Well. More on his end. My SI did get the guy. And nighteye lowkey thinks toshi can do better (namely, that toshi should love him).(Another note: my SI doesn’t meet toshi until post-injury, they don’t get together until after kamino ward. Quite a while afterwards, but I don’t really have a *place* in canon where it happens bc again. I stopped reading 4 years ago. So nighteye and toshi are already friends again when toshi starts dating my SI.) I do think they can get over this (probably fairly quickly honestly) and mostly actually be friends but not until he fucking apologizes for being a jealous bitch.

So basically my SI is mostly mad that he’s being a petty bitch and thinks they aren’t good enough for toshi. And also that he was ever mean to Izuku. And his whole Thing makes me uncomfortable.

#also he’s just bad to look at. yaoi ass lookin mf #ANYWAY *honks my clown nose*#I just think we’d hate each other.#anon #sef answers #i KNOW I have a self insert tag but I can never remember what it is.#sef self insert #sef insert?

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I know that she’s in love but BFFRRRRR I actually can’t like that dick better be good (we all been knew) for her to be crying over him saying he’s a good person. Sis he drove you while high and crashed because of his breakdown. A while I don’t agree with how jj handled that lol situation, I know that he woul of be better for her. Rafe is too much of an addict and relies on her too much. Ngl all I’ve been seeing of her and rafe is just straight fucking so maybe it’s in lust. It just annoyed me because she wouldn’t even take her friends sides because that’s how crazy she is for him. Imagine if he actually hit one of her friends with the car while high and speeding? Would she say he’s still a good person? It was a mistake? I think she just likes how rafe treats her but she’s just turning into a ‘figure 8 slur’ for rafe. She’s in denial and needs to wake tf before something worse happens and then she might be all alone with no one. 🤷🏽‍♀️

I mean she was crying because she was drunk and emotional. She's not focused on the act of him driving while under the influence because of the circumstances surrounding it (i.e Ward) and the fact that it was an accident and not something done with malicious intent. And I mean outside of that, Rafe did spoil her and treat her like a princess and make it clear he doesn't want her to be like him so I'm not sure why you're getting the feeling it's just lust 😭 that would get me too. Keep in mind this is literally the reader's first relationship. First everything actually and before chapter 9, Rafe was setting the bar pretty high. Neither Rafe or JJ is supposed to be near perfect in this (which I already warned y'all ahead of time not to get too decided on who) but I do think Rafe is just slightly better than a rapist. Just slightly

As for if Rafe ever hurt one of her friends, eh we'd have to see. She didn't take their side when it came to the accident because she felt like they weren't listening to her (which they were) but treating it like he went out of his way to hurt someone (which he didn't, but they absolutely should treat it that way bc it was a shitty thing to do lol). If the reader was perfect and had her head on straight when it came to love and made all the right choices well we wouldn't have a story now would we?

#asks

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flames-memory · 3 months

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work was fine.

still feel off. Went to see Max... it seemed to help? He was busy, and I crashed there while he went out. The apartment is big, but feels so cozy. I love the big window in the bedroom the stars are lovely. His bathtub isn't as big as BC's, but I still slept better after.

Maybe too good, I almost didn't make it to work

BC worried. She wants Faye to go looking.

I'm hesitant, I don't want Faye in danger.

Is she in danger? Am I?!?!?!?

Wait... I hear it!! No? No.. I'm not. Safe. But I'm already safe!

ARGH JUST TALK TO ME!!!!

Sorry! Please, I'm sorry. I get it, no, please, I'm sorry, I didn't realize. Best you can ok.. Name? Do you.. Not. Gotcha. Not.

You are Not.

Fuck, he's gone. It? The voice. I could hear it almost clearly, for just a minute there. That's not Max, and it's not me. I'm just.. sure. I tried to type as fast as I could to keep up..

So, there are three of us? Who or What the fuck is Not? Rereading what I typed when I could hear him..

So, this is what I know, or think I know, based on what's been happening:

1 his name is Not. ("him" cuz the voice feels heavy, dark, and deep.. masculine feeling?)

2 He offered to eat Flannery

3 He wants me to be safe

4 He doesn't seem to want to hurt me

5 he has some connection to Max (I need to ask him, see if he's heard the voice, or if the name "Not" means anything to him)

6 He can reach me across distances (and possibly despite wards.

7 I'm getting occasional words, small phrases, and a sort of general emotional hint. Some sort of communication? Influence? Is this why I feel off?

Is my friendship with Faye enough for her to be safe? It feels so... animalistic. Almost feral. Not human. When I hear the words, there's this packet of feeling with it, sort of. It's all brief.. I feel like the words are a struggle, they take effort.

I'm trying to write down everything I can, so we have something to work with, and my mind feels clear.

I don't know why I feel this way. Like I'm supposed to be doing something, and I'm screwing up not doing it. Like I am late for something I was supposed to do. Am I forgetting something? Did I miss something important? I swear not. I just know something's wrong, and I need to figure out what.

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Freedom // Ghost of You

summary: escaping ward cameron felt like an impossible task, especially when he had you right where he wanted you. that is, until wheezie cameron flips an uno reverse card and holy shit, john b's coming home.

warnings: violence, injuries, severe depression, anxiety attacks a/n: the whole legal situation is a bit of a stretch bc i suck at legality terms and such so, it's a bit fictional here just a heads up

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If you thought Rafe Cameron was your nightmare, Ward Cameron was your personal hell. Not only were you back in the same room, but your idea of privacy had been thrown out the door completely. There were cameras in your room, save the bathroom where it would get completely unethical, but any hope of a late night sneak out with the new generators and security was beyond possible.

Your dad used to always say it was best to never say you’ve hit rock bottom because you can always go lower. This moment right here, was your lower. Ward Cameron pulled you into his office next door with no explanation until he smacked a pile of papers in front of you.

“You’re testifying against John B, in court, tomorrow.”

Laughter followed the statement and you couldn’t even stop yourself. It turned hysterical seconds later when you realized he was serious. “You’re fucking delusional if you think I’m going to testify under oath against my brother.”

Ward’s expression turned even colder if possible. “You will. You will because I have insiders who will make sure his life ends if you don’t.” He slid a newspaper towards you with your brother’s face front and center. The headline in big letters read: “INMATE ATTACKED IN CUSTODY”. Your stomach sank at the letters before Ward pulled it from your grasp before you could read any further. You were none the wiser to know it was fake, moreso a telling of what would happen in a night, but it did Ward’s job of scaring the shit out of you.

“I will make sure your brother does not walk out of that prison alive.”

“He’s gonna die regardless if I testify, do you realize that?” You stood up with anger, throwing a hand out in frustration. “My brother is facing life in prison because you’re a fucking murderer, Ward Cameron, and so is your son!”

Pressure came down heavy on the shoulder you had dislocated in defending John B from Deputy Thomas. In the rush of adrenaline, you hadn’t even noticed but Ward found out when you were brought back with an EMT report and a sling around your arm, and clearly, he was using it to your advantage.

“You testify, do you hear me? Or I will make sure it’s the last thing you do,” He whispered harshly as he pushed his fingers harder into your shoulder.

You gasped in pain, sinking back into the chair below you to remove his hand. You were so sick of crying but it seemed to happen everyday you were here. There was no escape no matter what you did, no peace of mind.

“You’re real bold to think I already don’t want to die here, with you,” You sneered as you glared up at him. You refused to let this man think he had any influence on you after all he’s done. “You have taken everything from me. Everything. I don’t owe you shit.”

Ward shrugged in annoyance. “Maybe so, but I will make sure there is no chance that the Routledge name goes beyond that courtroom tomorrow, and I will make sure your friends regret every second they avenge you. That I promise.”

You shook your head softly. No matter what you said, Ward would find one way to make you feel threatened and you knew that, but you also knew he would follow through no matter what. It was a matter of playing your cards correctly and hoping you could pull it off. “Fine. I’ll testify, but then they would have to let JJ, Kie, Pope, and Sarah do it too and you have no control over what’s said on that stand.”

You could tell the frustration in his eyes was about to burst but you didn’t care. You wouldn’t risk interfering with evidence and lying in court to protect Ward Cameron for shit. He had taken everything from you and your family. You weren’t about to help him keep this false empire he claimed to control.

With a snide smirk, you watched as he slammed his desk organizers to the ground in anger. You were right, he knew that, so now what power did he hold? Now what could he do? You had him in the perfect spot and he was a little too far in over his head.

“This isn’t over, Y/N. We’re leaving for court at 9:00 AM tomorrow and you will not be saying a single word to anyone while we’re there, do you understand?”

Standing up from the chair to storm past him, you rolled your eyes and flipped him off with your good arm. “Eat shit, Ward.” Moving quickly to get out of his presence, you slammed the door of your room shut, not even bothering to try and go anywhere else. Injured and out of your usual headspace, there wasn’t a chance you’d make it further than the front door. Your best bet was going to the court appearance tomorrow in hopes that Wheezie had made progress while you were hiding.

The feeling of everyone’s eyes were heavy on you as you sat crammed between Ward and Rafe in the courtroom. JJ kept trying to meet your gaze but you refused to look up from your lap where you were nervously pulling at the seams of your sweater. Ward had basically pushed you out of the car and directly in the building despite the reporters outside and his 15 seconds of fame he was surely craving.

Your heart was in your throat the second you realized Ward was actually serious about you coming to court. You weren’t emotionally prepared to see your brother in this condition, nor were you ready to see your friends either. The tension in the air was almost suffocating as your legs bounced continuously beneath you out of anxiousness.

The sound of the gavel hitting the stand had you choking on your breath as you looked up to see John B walking in the room. The bright orange jumpsuit was hard to miss as your brother stood behind the table next to a woman who you assumed was his lawyer.

John B looked around the room with an exhausted gaze. He felt hopeless, for the first time in his life that nothing would save him from this. Seeing you, looking small and defeated in between the Camerons, he wanted to crumble right there. He promised, he had promised you that he wouldn’t let it happen again and here he was. Despite being in his current position, he had to do something.

“John Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statute section 14, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances. If convicted, the maximum sentence would be the death penalty.”

Your lungs were suddenly suffocating you at the notion that if there wasn’t proof John B didn’t kill Peterkin, that he could die. That he wouldn’t be here, and Ward Cameron would win. The world seemed to blur as conversation erupted in the courtroom.

“Your honor, he’s seventeen!” JJ’s voice rose above the rest as he got to his feet. Kiara tried to pull him away but the distress was evident. “He’s seventeen! Are you kidding me?”

Ward was quick to put a hand on your shoulder as they stood up to leave the room, directing you right past your friends. Fingers brushing JJ’s for a split second, his attention snapped to you instantly. He wasn’t about to lose another Routledge. “Y/N.”

Ward pushed harder as JJ called your name again, Pope, Kie, and Sarah scrambling after him as you walked into the sunlight. You wanted to throw up at the horrible comments being thrown around you about your brother that were going in one ear and out the other. These people had no idea. They had no idea of who walked amongst them and who shot that gun that day.

“Mr. Cameron, I’m so sorry for what you and your family have gone through. Thank God the system works,” Some random man next to you spoke with Ward. You rolled your eyes, refusing to look away from the ground as you wrapped your arms around yourself for some form of comfort.

“Can you please shut up?” Kiara’s voice forced everyone to stop walking as she snapped. “Of course you think the system worked because it was made to protect you and people like you.”

The man almost laughed at her factual statement. “He’ll have his day in court. A jury will decide.”

Kiara wasn’t backing down though and kept pushing. “He shouldn’t even be in court. You should, because you’re a murderer!” She shouted, pointing a finger at Ward Cameron. “You have a lot of nerve showing up here, dragging Y/N to see her brother like that, after all you’ve done to their family.”

“I know you’re upset. I understand you’re upset, okay? I know he’s got you fooled. He’s got you all fooled.”

“No, I’m not just upset!” Kie rushed forward, ready to get into an altercation before Shoupe stepped in front of her, more chaos and yelling following. “There’s a reason your daughter’s sitting with us!”

Your ears were ringing as you looked between both groups. The arguing wasn't slowing down anytime soon. Your heart had yet to stop racing from the moment the death penalty was given and now, the sensory overload threatened to consume you whole.

“Just shut up!” You finally screamed at the top of your lungs, voice cracking with the effort as it stunned everyone into silence. For once, Shoupe’s gaze was sympathetic as he looked at you. Sometimes you wondered if he ever noticed the difference in the fun person you used to be versus who you had turned into.

Throwing your arms out, you slowly backed out of the Camerons grasp. “All of you! Shouting and bickering doesn’t make anyone less of a victim, for fuck’s sake! I’ve had it. The rumors are disgusting. The lies are even worse but at the end of the day, that’s my brother in there!” Your voice threatened to give out any second as you pointed towards the now empty courthouse. Tears were already dripping down your cheeks as you choked through a breath. “That’s my brother and everything, every little thing, has already been taken from us. He’s all I have left anymore. So I don’t want to hear your fake unwelcome sympathy for the liars you call the Camerons and all that they’ve “lost” nor do I want to hear this bullshit about the system working for my family because it has yet to work so far in the Pogues’ favor ever.”

“Until now.” Wheezie’s voice broke the heavy silence as you turned to look at her. The smirk on her face was triumphant and it made you nervous. She pulled a stack of papers from her backpack and handed them towards you with a smile. “Y/N Routledge, you’ve achieved emancipation. Your shift at The Wreck starts tomorrow at 9:00 AM under Mike Carrera and you’re free to return home.”

You looked at the papers shaking in your hands to see everything she had stated to be true. “Oh, my God. Wheezie!” Moving forward, you grasped the younger girl in the tightest hug possible.

“What? What is this?” Ward barked out in anger as he looked at you and his youngest child. “Shoupe?”

The newly appointed sheriff sighed at the redirection of attention. “It’s true, Ward. Confirmation came across my desk this morning. She’s out of your custody.”

Letting go of Wheezie the tears of relief came pouring as JJ, Kie, and Pope attacked you with hugs. Sarah herself ran to her sister, pulling her into a tight embrace as you listened to Ward shout in anger. This was your chance. This was the moment you could change everything.

Your friends released you to look at the documents with their own eyes, the papers now in Pope’s hands as JJ pulled you into another hug. One hand tucked in your hair, the other rubbing your back, you realized this was the first real hug you’d had since John B disappeared. Nothing felt as emotional, moreso broken apologies until this one.

Looking up from JJ’s shoulder, you threw up your middle finger to the man staring at you. “Like I said. Eat shit, Ward Cameron.”

Wheezie Cameron was a gift and the moment you stepped onto the Chateau porch, you swore you owed that girl the world. Ward was less than pleased but the moment Shoupe confirmed your freedom, you ran out of sight with your friends to Kie’s waiting car.

Thunder boomed above you but you couldn’t even let the rain affect your mood. You were just so glad to be back home. The first thing you did was shower before finding one of Pope’s t-shirts in the mess of your bedroom to wear with some pajama shorts. Your shoulder was still sore but you couldn’t be bothered to care as you tossed the sling aside. A sliver of deja vu ran up your spine as you thought of your brother tossing his cast away after breaking his wrist without a care. Concern still lingered in the back of your mind for John B but if you were back full force, you knew you had a better chance of thinking clearly.

Walking back out to your friends, Kiara was the first one to reach out and pull you into her arms as you let out a deep breath. “Hi,” She whispered in your ear causing you to let out a small laugh before returning her greeting and squeezing her tightly.

There was a weight lifted off your shoulders at the notion of freedom, of being released from something that’s caused so much pain for so long. You knew the emotional rollercoaster from here would be rough but at least you had people to help you through it.

Pope wrapped you in a hug next, pressing a soft kiss against your hair as he mumbled a welcome back in support. JJ stopped his anxious pacing to hold you tightly to his chest, the soft rocking movement making you tear up as you ran your fingers down the back of his worn t-shirt. He was slowly going crazy without you and John B but knowing he was one step closer to normalcy was like a breath of fresh, cool air on a humid day.

You took everyone by surprise when you reached for Sarah who stood sheepishly a few feet away. The blonde hesitantly moved forward until you closed the gap and hugged her tightly. You could feel her body shake in your grasp as she started sobbing. Emotions had been running wild since their return from Nassau and you had convinced yourself to bring peace to the situation as best as you could. It took a lot of almost undeserving empathy to forgive her for basically selling you and John B out to her dad, but when you think you won’t survive something, it’s hard to hold a heavy grudge.

“It’s okay,” You spoke just as she choked out an apology. “Sarah, it’s okay.”

She only seemed to cry harder and you refused to let go of her until she calmed down enough to breathe normally. Stepping away, she gave you a grateful smile to which you returned. You had a moment of realization that life is way too short to hate people with good intentions and Sarah wouldn’t directly harm any of you. She was just like you in so many ways - someone struggling to keep it together in the midst of blame and loss of family.

JJ’s hands were suddenly on your hips, pulling you until your back rested against his chest and he could comfortably wrap his arms around you to hold you close. Your hands came to grasp his arms gently as Sarah started the conversation back up.

“I’m going to testify under oath. I was there. I just need to get ahold of Wheezie. Kie, do you have your phone?” She took the device that was handed to her. “Wheezie is the only other person that knows Rafe wasn’t home that day. I don’t know what else to do. I got us into this mess and I’m gonna do my best to get us out.”

JJ scoffed behind you, his action shaking your body lightly as Sarah stepped inside the house. “Wheezie? Yeah, that’ll work. She’s right about one thing. We gotta do something. Our boy is a PO-dub right now, okay? He’s held captive by the enemy right now, maybe even scheduled for execution. Are we just gonna sit here?”

The word drove a knife right through your throat as you pulled yourself from JJ’s grasp in shock. Hearing it, no matter how many times you did, was still just as shaking as the first time. You felt like throwing up as you sat down against the screen door.

“What’s the plan?” Kie barked back irritated. “We kidnap Shoupe?”

JJ shrugged. “Maybe. Like, that’s not the worst idea actually.”

“Oh, it’s not?”

“No!”

“That is actually the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s pretty bad,” Sarah quipped from around the corner.

JJ groaned loudly, “You know what, please just stay out of this. Okay. Pope, look. We’ve been doing everything your way and how has that been working out, huh?”

“Okay, okay. So what’s your plan? You gonna storm a jail, guns ablazing?” Pope retaliated. A headache was forming in the front of your skull as you listened to them shout back and forth. Pressing a palm against your forehead, you tried to breathe through the pressure building in your chest and throat as it threatened to choke you.

“Look Pope. All I’m trying to get you to understand is they got our boy. Are we just gonna sit here and do nothing? No! We’re gonna go get his ass. We’re gonna do something about it!”

JJ’s voice slowly dipped in and out of your head as you tried to blink your vision clear. Eyes closing harshly when that didn’t help, you placed your head in your hands and leaned against your knees. The world felt twisted and the chills running up and down your spine were turning prickly. Trying to force air in your lungs wasn’t helping in the slightest either and you just wished you would fall asleep where you were.

“Y/N!” Kie’s voice was foggy and you could barely feel her hands touching you. “Let go!”

You didn’t know what she was referring to, but you couldn’t move in the slightest. Everything was frozen, tight, and painful. Moving meant waking back up, it meant facing the reality that your brother was going to die and there was nothing you could do about it.

“Y/N let go, it’s gonna be okay.”

It’s gonna be okay.

“Come on, baby bird! It’s gonna be okay!”

The sun was bright as it reflected off the water. The fluffy sand was hot beneath your toes and you cursed yourself for not wearing shoes. The surfboard in your arms was heavy and the decision to come to the beach suddenly felt wrong as you shifted in your spot.

“I’m serious, you’re gonna do great. Why would I lie to you?” John B was suddenly back in your line, board of his own in hand. His skin was clammy as he placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you towards the water. “I promise, it’s gonna be okay. You’ll probably fall but don’t worry. I’m gonna be right here to help, and we’re gonna ride one in together. Just you wait.”

“Babe, you’ve gotta take a deep breath and relax. I’m right here.”

Eyes snapping open, you jumped in your spot as your back slammed against the wall behind you. Your hands released their grip from your head, crescent marks in your skin from how hard you were holding on. JJ’s blue eyes were the first thing you focused on before you were launching yourself up on shaky legs and storming into the house.

“Y/N! Wait!”

Stumbling through the messy house, your hip caught the corner of the counter. Grunting at the impact, you ripped the fridge door open to grab a water bottle out before slamming the door harshly. Bodies followed you into the house but you didn’t bother to wait as you moved into your room and closed the door behind you.

Facade crumbling, your back hit the door and slid down the worn wood. Tears were warm against your cheeks as you took a big breath, your chest heaving with the effort. You were exhausted. Mentally and physically exhausted beyond your limits. It felt like you could sleep for a month or maybe even more. Keeping up nonstop and trying to be strong for everyone wasn’t easy when all you wanted to do was collapse into pieces.

This kind of suffocation was the kind that couldn’t be fixed with screaming in a pillow and trying to cry it out. This was the kind of suffocation that had you curious how long you could hold your breath underwater without coming back up. The kind that made you want to lay in bed and never get up for anything.

You’ve been fighting a heavy battle for way, way too long and even though you were a strong person, the cracks had so much weight the foundation was shattering. You needed to heal, to sort through your shit instead of diving headfirst into even more situations. Rebuilding was hard but rebuilding with unknown terrain and rough weather was even harder.

You were trying to act like you could do this all without John B but it was hard. Your brother had been your biggest support system since you could remember, even before your dad disappeared. Now it was just you and your friends. As much as you loved them, they weren’t always as in tune with you as John B was. Sure, he was your brother and you got pissed at him often, but he grew up looking out for you and helping you do the things he wished someone helped him with. But now it was you, you and four other teens who were looking back at you for leadership that only your brother could provide.

JJ was used to the inside of Kildare County’s Jail. He was no stranger to the loud banging, the ridiculous protocols, and the bland gray decor. Usually he was here to get his dad, but this time was different. Instead of saying his dad’s name to the man at the front desk, he’s shouting, “I’m here to see John B. Routledge,” in a tone that you would scold him for. He knew he was being a dick and it would only get him in trouble but this is how JJ coped with things like this.

Officer Plumb led him through the halls as inmates cursed and yelled at him before he settled into the doorway of the visitor’s room. It was cold and dark but JJ’s eyes focused on the bright orange jumpsuit that covered his best friend. The door shut quietly as Plumb barked out a 10 minute warning as JJ took a seat at the lunch room style table.

He couldn’t stop the smile from forming on his face at the awkwardness in the room before he and John B broke out into laughter. “I thought it was gonna be me,” JJ admitted to break the silence.

John B gave a small nod. “I did too.”

“It was you.”

“Yeah. Welcome to my humble abode.”

JJ didn’t bother to glance around the room. “Yeah, when you said you had a new apartment, I had no idea.”

“How is she?”

JJ winced at the abrupt question. “Uhhh, Sarah? She’s uh… she’s fine. She misses you, alot. Ya know? Hard for her to see you in court the other day and-”

“I’m talking about Y/N, JJ,” John B clarified as he anxiously awaited the answer. He had been thinking of you nonstop since he saw you with the Camerons in the courtroom. “I’m… I’m glad Sarah’s with you guys and she’s okay but I… I need to know if Y/N’s okay.”

It was the question that had been asked a few too many times. Were you okay? You didn’t even know. JJ was terrified about whether you were okay. He hadn’t seen you leave your room except for a handful of times and that was two days ago. The guilt was beginning to gnaw at him that he set you off the way he did.

“She’s um… she’s home. At the Chateau. Sarah’s sister got her emancipated right under Ward’s nose and she left with us that day after court. She’s not doing too hot, though.” He waved his hand dismissively. Not because he wasn’t worried about it, but because he didn’t need John B to stress about anything else. “I’ve got her, it’s just gonna take some time. You know?”

John B frowned at the lack of confirmation that you were doing fine. He knew he had a lot to fix in his relationship with you and he just really hoped he’d have the chance to do so. Unfortunately, the topic was dismissed as JJ started spewing off the real reason he came to visit John B - to break him out.

You kept to yourself for the next few days. JJ was on his escape jail escapade, Sarah was still trying to get anything from Wheezie, and Kie and Pope were busy doing their Kie/Pope Things. You took the time to clean your room, moving furniture and reorganizing basically the whole house. You had to occupy your mind with something, anything that would keep you from thinking about everything else.

Starting your job at the Wreck was terrifying but Mr. Carerra was so helpful and understanding of your situation. You almost feared he would judge you because of the drama surrounding your family but he kept you behind the counter and out of the watchful eyes of tourons and sparse Kooks so you were grateful.

You had avoided going into John B’s room for as long as possible but it came to be the last room to clean and you had no choice. His room was messy but it brought you comfort as you stepped inside for the first time in months. Random surf supplies, worn t-shirts, and shoes crowded the ground. You maneuvered around it all, coming to take a seat on his bed. Just outside the window, you could see Kie, Pope, and JJ in the surf shack messing around pointlessly. They had tried a few times to talk to you to which you kept short and simple. You hoped they weren’t mad at you, but it was hard to take everyone’s pity stares.

Looking to your left, your eye caught the photo framed on John B’s nightstand. There weren’t very many photos of you, your brother, and your dad together except this one. It was your 12th birthday, the same one you received your surfboard for and you remembered all of your friends showing up for the occasion. Kiara had just received a disposable camera for Christmas and took photos of everything including your dad and brother hovering behind you as you blew out your candles. A small tear left your eye as you brushed specks of dust off the glass. If only you had both of them now.

“Bout time you cried over me.”

You would’ve bet money that you were hallucinating when you looked up and made eye contact with John Booker Routledge. You blinked a few times, convincing yourself that he was real before launching off his bed and into his awaiting arms.

“Oh, my God, you’re back. You’re back.” Soft cries left your throat as you clutched him tightly, fingers tugging his shirt a little too hard. He recognized the mess of his room against the clean and reorganized house, knowing you probably struggled to bring yourself to do it.

The energy in the Chateau was so positive as your friends celebrated in the kitchen with shotgunned beers. It took a bit of time before you let go of John B and regained your composure. His eyes drifted over the bruising of your shoulder that wasn’t hidden by your tank top. “We have a lot to talk about,” He mumbled.

You nodded, your own eyes scanning the bruises by his neck that had you flashing back to Ward’s newspaper he tossed in front of you. “Yeah, we do.”

“But first, let’s find Sarah Cameron.”

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