#i’m sorry but this is the behaviour of a man keeping a secret

[villetteulogy]

The fact that M Heger asked Mrs Gaskell about his letters to Charlotte at the end of their interview is just hysterical to me. We can see through your feigned casualness, monsieur!!!

‘They contained advice about her character, studies, mode of life’ SURE

Given how anxious Heger was to know the whereabouts of his letters, I’m just going to take a wild guess and say that they also contained irrefutable proof that he was as invested in his relationship with Charlotte as she was….

[onyourhyuck]

Animal Instinct. | NCT SERIES

Title: CHAPTER 1 ‘The Untamed.’

— Prologue: “When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.”

— Summary: You are a marine biologist. You should be able to understand animals and their way of living. When you encounter a new society in a bar under the name ‘Sour Grapes’ you find yourself in a troubling situation with seven different men. Seven different animals.

— Genre: Smut with plot. Minors dni. Fantasy with modern timeline. Female!reader. Secondary genders (but with animals) dreamies are complete red flags. Dub-con. Everything is very dark romance related. Nothing here is for the weak. Everything is just pure filth. It gets progressively worse and worse. Multiple orgasms. Overstimulation. Pet names such as ‘my pretty whore’ or ‘princess’ — minor hair pulling, Fingering (female receiving). Creampie, cumming inside / no protection please use a condom.

— Notes: I APOLOGISE FOR TAKING SO LONG. BUT HERE IT IS. MORE FREQUENT UPDATES COMING UP.

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One thing you love about yourself is that your work basically shapes your entire routine. You love walking inside your laboratory seeing the animals in the tanks you have to take care of and examine. This included various important research that no one should know. It is highly top secret. A simple leak of what you collect samples from the sea or other animal biology from biomes and journals you keep could really be a mess for you.

Working on separating the two and three sides of the samples you have listed from the deep oceans all throughout different sights. You felt a hand approaching behind you quickly.

The man taps your shoulders when you’re so busy working with the test tubes. “Hey Y/n mind giving me—” you jump and turn around with a fright.

“Seriously Johnny! I told you not to sneak up on me like this. Especially when I’m working with these highly reactive test tubes.” You scowled at your coworker, Johnny Suh. He was one of your friends and coworkers. Wearing a white cloak and round black glasses on.

He was a handsome fella. Very charming and handsome you have to admit it. Johnny can be professional but he could also be quite a mood maker in such a serious profession.

Laughing at your unusual behaviour, you’re never this jumpy when you are working but he probably assumes he scared you to death. “What got you so anxious Y/n? You never get scared when i do this.” Johnny raised an eyebrow. He swore he could see your own soul leave your body.

Truth be honest ever since that night with Ningning all you are thinking about how your entire life has been a lie. Sour Grape’s has taken your mind over. No. Mark has taken your entire mind off and away from your daily routines. Everyday you’re thinking about ‘How can this be possible?’ Humans coming from other animals and not just monkeys. It’s insane information. You shouldn’t be believing this but when Jaehyun said it’s a secret; it makes you think there must be some truth to it.

No one on earth would make up such a stupid fairytale on the spot.

If you weren’t a marine biologist with side degrees of zoology you’re just the type of person to not let this slide. You want to learn more.

You want to experience the truth. You want to see if it’s the truth if they actually are who they are setting themselves to be.

Letting out soft mumbles as you close off the testing tubes, afterwards putting the collective tubes in the stirring device. “I haven’t slept well for the past few days. Sorry if i seem like I’m on the edge.”

He gave you a soft smirk leaning on the side of the table while watching you. “Oh honey you seem like you’re more than on the edge. You’re off the edge.” Your eyes make eye contact after you were done with your tasks.

Your friend trails now questioning you as you’re looking at him with a soft look that made your thoughts even worse.

“What’s on your mind, Y/n?” Johnny asked with a small smile. You shake your head, you don’t want to share something so crazy. He might think you’re actually insane, or worse, he might even think you lost your entire marbles.

“Nothing serious, John. Let’s just finish up and go home. I’m tired.” You excused yourself from the conversation to finish up. The only thing you want to do today is figure out what to eat for dinner.

Walking down the street to your favourite food truck, you decided to take your mind off whatever you were thinking for the past week or so.

You felt like your brain was just constantly going back to the same topic and it was draining truth be honest. What better way to distract yourself than to eat your favourite stir fry noddles?

Being a local customer the food truck owner gives you discounts nowadays because you were a customer for a long time. A regular at that.

“Hey I would like the usual.” You gave a smile at the owner who nodded seemingly being happy to seeing you drop by.

“I was beginning to think you’d never return, Y/n.” Said the truck owner and you gave a little smirk. “How could I not return? You make the best noodles.” Complimenting them they blushed and started making the noodles for you.

But then something flashed behind you at a fast pace. You didn’t even realise it until the figure stood overshadowed by their body remaining still as a statue.

Gawking at the menu on the side. Your eyes widen when you turned around with disbelief flashing over your lips and cheeks.

“Young man what would you like?” The owner interrupts your own lingering thoughts of shock. The voice, the sound of his breathing, everything else made you feel so small and in danger just by the presence alone of this man.

He looks back from the menu. “The original stir fry m’am.”

You did not realise you were literally staring Mark down in this moment until his face turned over to you and you quickly looked away biting your bottom lip, staring at your very own feet on the ground. You can’t believe it that Mark and you crossed paths when all you’ve been saying is how you’re going to distract yourself finally!

What was this coincidence? Fate? Destiny?

There was this expression on his face that falters when he finally acknowledges your existence. It’s like he met you before but he was trying to find out from where.

And then it hits him. You were the one with Jaehyun that one night.

The dark tone of voice strikes you like a knife behind your back if anything. “You’re that girl at the bar that one time.” Mark said to you, turning to look at you fully with his entire body now facing you.

You definitely caught the predator’s attention now with how easy you’re to read. God you hate being so readable like an open book — a very non interesting book at that.

You fake a smile, maybe if you just pretend you don’t know him he will give up speaking to you. “Oh no, I don’t attend bars. I’m… allergic to alcohol.” You cringe deep inside when you made up the most stupid excuse.

Really? Allergy? He didn’t even ask about your allergies.

Mark frowns which lead you to believe he wasn’t completely swayed by your own actions right now. You forget how much of animal instincts he must have by now. You can’t fool a tiger easily.

“You must’ve mixed me up with someone else.” You said quietly trying to make it seem more and more believable if you just keep talking.

Thankfully you were praying for your meal to arrive first beforehand he got his. The prayer was answered when you grab your plastic container smiling and thanking them. You literally dashed away but why try to run away?

Trying to out run one of the most dangerous cats you probably made the worst mistake to even show a hint of speed in your movements.

When you were to reach your destination to your car the same black towering figure stands over you. In front of you with a dark gaze.

You let out a mini gasp to be honest, you feel like your heart is being crushed by two large walls that keep on moving forward and forward until your heart and lungs collapse.

Mark sighs. “You know that I can hear your beating heart when you lie?” He said rather amused but also it was eerily like a reminiscing threat thrown at you. You stand there quivering, trembling even, and it made Mark so much more entertained than he thought he would be.

He took a step forward. The stir fry plastic box was shaking in very discreet manner in your hands. Each step he takes you took three steps backwards.

This was a new cat and mouse game you didn’t want to be playing with him at all.

“Y/n was it? Jaehyun mentioned you.” Mark said with a little more confidence now that he actually had you cornered. Now you cannot lie on the spot and try to run away from him.

It’s ridiculous. He looks and was human but in reality he’s not just entirely human is he? He’s a freaking tiger with probably the most define genetics. It’s crazy to you.

You mumble trying to get away still. There was just this instinct inside you to make excuses until you can’t anymore. “Sorry i have to go, i am extremely busy.”

Your heartbeat picked up again, Mark sighs pressing an arm around your body and now moved you to sit down at a bench in the scene. You flinch and he forced you to sit down in front of him with his dark eyes watching you. “Another lie. You must enjoy lying a lot don’t you?”

You look away. You’re watching anything but him. “What do you want from me? I swear I don’t… I don’t know anything.” You’re trying your best to make this situation just deescalate.

He grinned amused. “Well that’s also a lie.” He said sitting down next to you on the bench as your heart was racing incredibly fast. Mark thought you might die on the spot if you keep stressing yourself out.

You took a little breath when he sat down next to you which seemed a little less nerve wrecking.

Eventually your heart calmed down when the silence overtook you both. Mark makes a quick glance over at you again, and he continues to speak when he waited for your nerves to sort themselves out.

You sigh. “I didn’t know you liked this place.” You tried to make a conversation as well but you weren’t sure how well he will respond to it.

Heck you don’t know this guy at all.

“I like it. I’m a regular here.” Mark said with a smirk and he moves a bit closer to you now, he opens up his plastic box of stir fry and starts to eat it with the plastic fork you’d get at a restaurant or other food trucks.

You saw him eating and you slowly shift to open your stir fry. But to be honest you’re too scared to even eat in front of him. You’re trying to act normal though. So you take a piece and ate slowly your own food along with Mark. The man kept watching you even though he ate. But you’re avoiding to even acknowledge him so much.

“Y/n do i scare you?” He was quite blunt and upfront. You flinched when he mentions the exact words you’re feeling.

You awkwardly chuckle and put down the fork. “Is it that obvious?”

Mark scoffs a bit. “You didn’t try to hide it.” He leans away and ate some more, you felt a bit less scared and now more guilty. Now that you think about it he seems like a normal guy now.

“Sorry. What Jaehyun said to me that night at the bar messed with my brain.��� You admit it, which made the man next to you smirk. “You know I’m human as well. But I do admit it was fun seeing you trembling.” There was a sense of eeriness in his words but at the same time you were watching him.

He admitted to you that watching you embarrass yourself in front of him was a thrilling show but you decided to just not respond to it.

You didn’t even know what to say back anyways.

“So… are you actually…” your voice trails off unable to think of how to say this. How do you even phrase this?

Mark saw your expression like it was the most readable thing he has ever laid eyes on. He leans forward putting the plastic box down. “Part Tiger?” He spoke those words right out of your throat. You bite your inner cheek nodding.

“Is it true?” You asked with your eyes widen.

He grinned and stands up, putting hands in the front jean pockets he then turns around to you rather amused by your curiosity.

Has no one ever told you that curiosity killed the cat? You’re like a small, tiny cat who can’t keep their nose out of something that wasn’t their business.

It felt rather authentic for you though. Most people are just nosey but you seem to be curious because you want to discover something new.

And that is exactly what Mark likes about you. Your intentions are something he hasn’t seen before. Leaning forward he writes something on the paper and passed it to you, with the same hand you saw the large metal ring with the tiger engraved on it. Grabbing the piece of paper you look cautiously from the paper towards Mark’s dark gaze.

“When the sun sets meet me at my apartment, if you dare.” He said to you simply.

Just like a tiger he caught you by surprise with how sharp his tone of voice was full of silky seriousness. And then he disappeared into thin air as well. You only looked away for a second just for Mark to be gone in front of you.

Leaving you questioning if you should take the bait and go to his apartment even though that sounds like some kind of messed up plan.

For once you were dreading the sun setting. Getting out of your car you look back at the paper in your hand and then your eyes fall back on the complex building in the front.

The address that brought you to this place makes you both anxious and excited. You have many running thoughts on your journey going inside. Every single muscle contraction meant you were growing close and closer to danger.

Slipping your hand over the doorknob you didn’t even knock, the door opened up with the man revealing in front of you.

Mark heard you from a mile away. He knew you’d come and he was right when you stood in front of him with a stunned look.

You really do make him feel like he’s hunting you down.

“Come on in Y/n, I don’t bite.” Mark smirked seeing your hesitation as your eyes peek inside the apartment before your whole body walks in. Mark closed the door after you fully enter.

There was a lack of trust between you two but for some you are wanting to trust this man. You don’t know why but you know one thing for sure; he has bland furniture. All neutral colours and very modern in his apartment.

You tread carefully and put your purse bag down on the couch nearby as you stand in middle of his apartment. Your gaze follows where Mark was on the wall leaning one side of his shoulders on it, the muscular arms crossed together and the lower body curved towards the right side.

Breathing hitching you feel it becoming a round ball in your throat. “So Mark will you admit that what I know is true?”

You came for the truth only. But to Mark he wanted more from you than just to give you a simple truth. He wanted to take a taste of something much better than any truth could provide him or to you.

The body slips off the wall approaching you slowly while his gaze was rather intense and playful while watching you.

“I don’t think I can prove anything verbally to you.” Mark whispers gaining a closer look at your face and the natural scent of your body blending in with the morning coffee you drank as well as your floral perfume; creating this intoxicating sensation in the nasal passages. Mark could crawl to you just by the smell of your own skin.

Hands slowly moving to your waist pulling you closer by an inch your feet trotting forward in little steps towards his body. “But I can show you how a tiger has it’s fun?” He smirks brushing the hot breath escaping from his mouth down to your neckline, while his large eyes are watching you keenly to see your reaction for approval.

Goosebumps evoked on your skin when the tiniest touch of his fingers kneading on your waist bringing you closer to him made you fall into this trance; a trap in other words you’re not escaping a primal animal’s desire at all.

He lifts his head only a little, waiting for your lips to give him consent or a sign of any sorts. But you seemed to stunned and even timid.

The reasoning of you coming to his apartment wasn’t to sleep with him. But the idea of sleeping with someone as magnetic and attractive as him clouds your judgemental. You’re a smart woman you know that and even Mark knows it; you know your stuff. But you certainly look tempted by the invitation.

The only thing you could think about was how badly you want to kiss his lips in that moment. Swiftly you press your hands up to his jawline and pull him in with a sudden kiss when your decision was made finally. Your sudden lips and the taste of them lingering in the air stunned the tiger but you soon felt his hands clawing at your hips lifting you up with his arm muscles — bringing forward your body against a nearby wall as your mouths clashed like two boulders in action. Fighting for something you would like to say is survival; survival of the fittest.

Grunting at the smallest thing, Mark enjoyed hearing them a lot, even the clawing he did down your back and to cup your round ass made you grind up against his body in a friction. Your reactions were what made Mark’s instincts going up the roof. The inner animal was raging from just how much you do this to him. You look ethereal and vulnerable.

Your tongues are tied like a knot together constantly trying to go back and forth only to end up pushing and pulsing instead. Your hair was a mess from just the heated makeout with the man who did not show you a signal mercy.

Running your hands through his hair was probably the most difficult thing for him. Mark’s sensitive area was always his hair and head in general.

You wonder if it’s because tigers in general have sensitive ears; in fact all cats have that trait. It just made your mind run free whenever your fingers cross over his hair. He always lets out soft noises between the heavy parting kisses with your red feverous mouth.

Deciding that the wall won’t be enough for him or for you in that matter. Mark lifted you again this time turning only a small swift left to the bedroom the door opens enough to keep you in and throw you on top of his bed. Watching your body sink on the mattress wasn’t as satisfying as your arms pulling him on top with your lips connecting again for another passionate kiss.

Your voice sounds like music to his ears, Mark could never get tired of hearing your own heart racing and pounding against your chest either. It might be his favourite sound afterall this time.

“Fuck — Mark, hold on.” You adjust yourself on the bed when his hands slipped over your shirt unbuttoned it down along with your lowering clothing slipping it to your ankles. Mark did not know a single vocabulary word about slowing down. He was an animal. Animals don’t wait they just do whatever they want. Whenever it suits them. Your words were pointless to Mark.

He gave you a look when your hands press on his biceps. You needed a moment to calm your heart otherwise you would feel like this whole moment will not be savoured enough.

Leaning in he gave you a gentle peck instead on your lips. Mark tried to slow down to your liking. Holding himself back was hard when you look like this in your underwear and bra only. With your skin on skin contact too.

“Please.” You whisper. “You really don’t hold back.” You chuckled a little bit. Mark grinned softly at your reaction.

Humming he slowly took off his shirt. “Didn’t Jaehyun already tell you?” He sighs and your gaze looks up at Mark when he mentioned another name. “I don’t settle down for anyone.” Mark mumbles connecting back to your close body again when the shirt fell down on the bedroom floor.

He doesn’t settle for anyone so there is no reason for Mark to slow down for anyone. Mark goes fast for everyone and everything.

Your eyes are glued together as one. Your heart skips a beat when Mark was simply staring at you but it felt like he was chasing you across the jungle if anything.

Seeing your stare he had a feeling you might be thinking about your second options. Mark pressed forward to you.

“You still have the option to leave sweetheart, because I won’t give you this choice afterwards anymore.” He slants his fingers down your forearms and your eyes lift up staring into his own deadly irises.

You breathily sigh. “No I don’t want to leave.” You tell him with a determined look and you press your lips on the side of his neck kissing down to his defined collarbones.

Mark chuckled at your amusing response. You don’t want to run away yet you’re the one who told him to slow down?

“Alright. Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen next.” Mark’s voice was dark and low, everything that had been attracting you to him all along. You couldn’t wait until Mark kissed you again, you’re craving for more and more.

You don’t even know what you’re craving; is it the dangerous thrill? Or is it the fact that there was this biological element that keeps your hormones growing more complex.

Whatever it was your thoughts shatter down like a glass on the ground shredded to pieces creating a map of what you’d call your scattering thoughts. The heat forming underneath the pawing motions of the hands threading your body like a needle, grabbing your perky breasts. Hearing out your grasps and manhandling you into the mattress to a position of what his desires are. You’re nothing more than a rag doll. In this scenario you didn’t know what else to think. You were caving for more.

Escaping grasps when the rough grain fingers rub down to your revealing womanhood. His yellow-ish sharp eyes glow by the excessive amount of excitement. Your insides were much mild to his fingers. But they manage to heat your insides up so much faster. When he pumps them up and down your eyes were trying to squeeze shut.

Mark didn’t want to look away from your precious eyes when he was pumping his fingers inside your pussy walls. He wanted to watch you cry out. To him if you weren’t shouting to the top of your lungs then he did not do a good job. And Mark values his ego and pride of pleasuring women he takes to bed. You need to have a good time, your pleasure means so much more than his own.

And that’s the type of man Mark is. He focuses on you as much as he can. There was a sense of addiction towards you. Mark loved smelling your increasing scent on his bedsheets that you’re sprawled across looking like a desperate prey begging for mercy, but deep down you want so much more. With those aching teary eyes Mark knew you were close to a climax.

But did his hands stop? No. Mark didn’t care if you’re close to cumming. Mark will make you cum thrice if he wants too.

By the next few minutes you’re not sure what’s happened but your mind was fogging out between the lines. The bed sheets were leaking by your juices and Mark’s hand and your pussy were only an inch away from one another. His fingers were so deeply embedded inside of you it’s causing your voice to come out like a strain meld.

“Oh fuck… fuck… Mark I think I came already.” You said the obvious not knowing that was his intention all along. To make you release so much you’re starting to lose train of consciousness.

The tiger smirks fondly by your answer. Mark stretching your pussy out so much just so you can be able to fit him later on.

Pulling out his fingers out of your hole he licks them across his plum lips while gaze on your eyes. There was not much space between you two; your breathes are touching.

“You taste so sweet, Y/n.” Mark deems it. Pulling apart the boxers fell on the bedroom floor and he pulled your ankles down so your legs are spread round the hips.

You’re gawking at the sight of his thick glory shown towards your face. You’re not sure what else to say because your expression said it all.

Mark sultry chuckles watching you was seriously amusing. You don’t try to hide your expression with your widen little eyes. “What is it? Did i leave you speechless already?”

Though it sounds cocky. Which it probably was. Mark had a good reasoning to sound like a complete womanising douche.

He was thick. Thicker than anything you’ve seen before. You’re unsure what to say but you cannot argue with him either. He did leave you speechless. It was embarrassing for you.

Mark took your token of silence so he leans his face closer to give you a peck on your lips. He whispers down to your shoulders aligning his face with it. In a way this was to comfort you.

“Don’t worry Y/n. We aren’t finished just yet.” Breathily into your skin Mark buried the nose on the collarbone as the shape of Mark enters your pussy walls this time it was stretched with a slight burning angle that caused your whole body to tremble by itself. Holding on to the bedsheets underneath your body you feel like you’re floating by how just the tip touching at your velvety skin you’re reacting so much to it. This wasn’t usual. You’ve not experienced something like that before.

It’s nothing like the previous times you’ve slept with a guy before. It’s nothing like that.

In this case it feels like you’re fighting for your life but at the same time you’re submitting to yourself knowing Mark was the powerful one here. The one in charge of the moment. The variable that will never change is Mark. In a sick twisted way you like this. You like becoming the prey. The way you’re underneath Mark as he is thrusting you like a wild in-domestic beast, it’s what you’ve been craving all this time. The thrill of it.

For once you’ve forgotten all about biology. You’ve became it instead. Maybe you’re starting to finally understand how it feels to be stepped on by someone stronger than you. For once in your life that is.

Mark couldn’t get enough of you however. It’s the way your dark hair is floating like strands of ribbons on his bed sheets that smell of you now. He knew that once you are finished it is mostly likely to return to normal life. You’ll probably never hear from him. Or he might never hear from you on that matter — but those bed sheets will have your lingering smell and he doesn’t think he will change them for a while. You’re addictive. Strangely Mark has never been this compatible before with just anyone.

It’s crazy how a simple “come to my apartment” leads to you actually having sex later on. But you didn’t care how easy it seemed. You were enjoying it far too much to worry about the consequences. Mark was far too lost between the creeks of your neckline and the collarbones, his thinly pressed tongue sucks across your beautiful canvas. Your moans are starting to resemble poetry to his ears. As if you were all he wants to listen to on hours end.

The tiger felt every inch of your insides clenching with awe around his shape. It was the way you wrap around so easily. Your arms do the same thing. They wrap around his body and cling onto him forever. Mark wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your eyes only part ajar like a door does only to see yellowish sparkles of phenomenal beauty spreading across the bedroom. Widening at the sight you felt like you’re hallucinating. But when you’ve looked at the man above you thrusting you seen exactly a pair of two golden Iris’ staring down at you with nothing behind those eyes but lust.

It felt as if every muscle in his body extended to his original position when Mark grunts the bottom lip pierced to his fangs. “Oh yes, keeping looking at me like that. Such a pretty whore you are.”

Cheeks grows out in awe when Mark brushed over his fingers into your hair only to press you even more into the mattress digging his clock so deep in your insides you’ve lost knowledge of how far you could last. By now it’s been far too long. Your body’s overdrive is now overheating like a computer would — yet Mark shows no sign of slowing.

Even the way his voice stood still like the sea breeze. You’re at a loss of words.

Pulling at your hair slightly Mark decided to make you sit up a little so he could rearrange the speed of his thrusts to become quicker and sharper. Which only made you gasp audibly loud when you’re held in this position for so long. Your brain begins to fog once again.

Mark groans besides your shoulders, carving his teeth marks all over your body. You’re starting to look like a butchered meat eaten alive by him.

His eyes shift close. “Fuck… that’s it… now take it all Y/n.” You’re starting to see some slowing down when Mark unleashed the folds between your pussy walls. You’re starting to give up the moment Mark leaves you to the brim; looking full and plum like he wanted you in the state.

Eutrophic state of being overdriven by an animal, was all you’re able to process.

Breathing heavily into your skin you’re closing your eyes only a little, but everytime you do that you wanted to drift off to sleep. Eventually you’re wondering if you are asleep because all you see is black with a faded out voice I’m the background calling your name all over again.

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By the morning you’re awaken by your own fine reflection of how much your body actually endured last night.

Your lips part away staring at the front. Teeth marks scattering from top to bottom. You look like a whole different person compared to when you stepped a foot into this apartment.

Your eyes dart around the bedroom putting on your clothes that were left on the floor. You had to make yourself presentable at least once in your life because right now — you feel and look completely out of place. Brushing your hands into your hair messily brushing it out any knots. Then you open the bedroom door and step out. You’re met with a smell of eggs frying in a pan.

Following the scent you’re now approaching the shoulders of a man. Short sleeve tight shirt on flexing out muscles while wearing an apron. You’re filled with some form of happiness when you see that food is being cooked.

You mumble with a groaning stomach already. “Morning. What are you cooking?”

The man turned around with a little smirk seeing you’re already dressed and awake. Mark was expecting you to be knocked out a little longer. At first he thought you died on him last night. You’ve suddenly out of nowhere blanked out. But it turns out you were due in need of much sleep.

Mark pressed the eggs out of the pan and onto the plates. Your eyes following where his muscular arms extend out the plate towards you. You took a seat down on the chair by the kitchen aisle counter. He pressed a smile.

“Eggs and some toast. It’s the best I can do.” Mark announces.

You smiled and grabbed a fork. “It’s fine I’d eat anything anyone makes me.” You wish you could’ve shut your mouth when you said that though, because you maybe held your expectations high for Mark. He cannot cook eggs for the love of God.

The smile drops on your face instantly and you clear your voice a little when you’re sending a gaze back at Mark. You take a bite of the half burnt — nearly black at the bottom scrambled eggs. How do you burn eggs? You’ve got no possible human explanation for this sorcery.

For someone who is made to be a perfect stone with no hard edges; Mark can’t cook.

You might of found Mark’s first flaw.

You trail off mumbling. “Maybe I should cook next time?” Nonetheless you eat it all without a complaint. But you had to jokingly point o it out to Mark. You’re an honest woman. You couldn’t lie to him. It might feed his delusional ego.

Mark scoffs a little and chuckles at the end. “Good idea, Y/n. I can handle the other eggs.” You nearly choked on your chewing. But before you could say anything to him he was walking out of the kitchen area with that giddy smirk on his face as if he’s proud for saying something as outrageous as that.

“I’ll be in the shower!” Mark announces without a care that you’re probably as red as an apple.

You shake your head in disbelief and trail off a little laugh. You have a feeling this might weirdly be the most calming morning you’ve had. You go back to eating your scrambled egg wondering what else you will expect…

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[theemporium]

oh i would love something angsty with remus (but a happy ending ofc)

we love a bit of angst every now and again🥹thank you for requesting!🖤

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“WHAT?!”

“Shhhhh!” 

“I’m sorry, I just—wait, why do you think Remus is cheating on you? He loves you!”

That was the kicker though. You knew Lily was right. You knew Remus loved you and you loved him just as much, but it didn’t stop the sinking feeling in your gut when you started to piece together his odd behaviour to the only explainable solution. 

That your boyfriend was cheating on you.

You had shared a buddying friendship with Remus long before you started dating, harbouring a crush on the boy for the first few months you were paired together in potions before either one of you finally got the balls to ask the other out. 

Your relationship had been near perfect: Remus would always have breakfast with you, kissing your forehead as he handed you a glass of pumpkin juice, he would carry your books and walk you to your classes, and then he would cuddle into an armchair in the common room with you as he read and you rambled on with your friends around you. He always told you how pretty you looked and always gave you a shoulder to cry on when you just needed to vent. 

It was so damn near perfect but none of it washed away the doubts in your head. 

The secrecy he seemed to have, the way he would get a bit defensive and short with you. You had tried to be there for him, tried to understand that maybe he was just stressed or needed to rant but he always seemed to distance himself when you’d push it. 

Then there were the nights he would run off, not telling you where he would go. You wouldn’t even see him properly until later the next day where he would act like nothing had happened no matter what you asked. 

You didn’t like to think Remus was the type of man to do such a thing but it was the only explanation you could come up with.

“Babe, I don’t think he would ever—”

“I know, I just—” you let out a sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t know how much more I can take.” 

Lily frowned. “What do you mean?”

“He won’t tell me shit, Lils,” you grumbled, your eyes showing the exhaustion you felt in your bones. “I love him, I do but…I don’t know if I can keep doing this if he’s keeping secrets from me.”

Lily’s eyes widened a little. “Uh—”

“Maybe it’s for the best if we just…break up,” you said with a soft scoff, ignoring the way your heart clenched at the idea. You didn’t want to but you had more respect for yourself than to be in a relationship with someone who clearly didn’t trust you.

“You want to break up with me?”

Your head whirled around, finding Remus stood in the open door, his face completely fallen and his hand limply holding a bouquet of flowers—your favourite flowers. 

“I’m just gonna….yeah,” Lily murmured before quickly dashing out of the room, not even giving either of you a chance to say a word. 

“You want to break up?” Remus repeated, taking a few steps closer to you out of instinct before quickly falling short. 

“Remus—” 

“Do you?” he interrupted and you let out a sigh. 

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly and you can tell your words stung. 

He nodded, clearing his throat a little. “I just don’t get why—“

“Are you cheating on me?” you blurted out, fingers twisting around each other as your stomach sank the longer he took to answer. 

Remus blinked at you. “What?” 

“Are you cheating on me?” you asked again but the boy looked shocked, not saying or defending himself as he just stared at you. And you found it hard to keep your mouth shut. “Because sometimes you’re the best boyfriend ever and then sometimes you disappear and you tell me lies and you won’t give me answers and I just think that maybe there’s another girl and—” 

“Hey, hey,” Remus murmured, quickly placing the flowers off to the side as he rushed towards you, hands firmly gripping your shoulders. “Breathe, baby, breathe.” 

Your glossy eyes looked up at him, the words feeling bitter on your tongue. “Do you love her?” 

“There’s no other girl,” he said to you, ducking down so your gazes met. “I promise you, there’s no other girl. You’re the only girl I love, you’re the only girl I want.” 

“So why do you keep lying to me, Remus?” you whispered, voice cracking. “Because I love you. I love you so fucking much but I don’t know if I can be with you if you can’t tell me the truth.”

Remus stared at you, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes as he gulped a little. He looked conflicted, like he wanted to say something but he just couldn’t quite bring himself to say it—he didn’t trust you enough to say it. 

You shook your head. “Never mind, I get it—“ 

“I’m a werewolf.”

You froze, staring at the boy—the boy you loved—as he just blurted out one of his biggest secrets to you. 

“What?” you whispered, unsure if you heard him correctly or if you had just hallucinated the words that left his mouth. 

“I’m a werewolf,” he breathed out, his voice thick with emotion. “A-And I lied to you because I wanted to…protect you from that side of me. I didn’t want to worry you or scare you and now I realise how stupid that is because I love you and I don’t want to lose you and—“ 

And you kissed him. 

And Remus fell quiet as his hands dropped to your waist, gripping you tightly as he pulled you close until his lungs burned for air and he had to pull away. 

“I don’t care,” you told him, whispered words against his lips that eased the tightness in his chest. 

His eyes fell shut. “Darling, you should—“ 

“I don’t, Remus,” you told him firmly. “I love you, and nothing will change that.” 

He nodded, his forehead pressed against yours. “I love you too.” 

“You better be honest with me from now on, Lupin.” 

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, baby.”

.

[auras-moonstone]

Holaaa me emocione bastante con saber q eres de argentina (yo no soy de argentina soy de Mexico) pero esta cool saber q también hablas español lol

llevo rato leyendo tus trabajos y me encanta como escribeees, no se que te parezca la idea de una historia de Ethan como Spiderman tbh es mi head canon favorito y no hay mucha gente que lo escriba ahí una idea no se si sigas aceptando requests o si ya habías escrito algo de Ethan como Spiderman pero me encantaría leer algo así escrito por ti obvi 🤭

(En ingles ofc!)

Perdooon si escribí bastante me emocione jajaja apenas agarre el valor Para dejar un request

hola 🇲🇽 ! perdón por haber tardado tanto en escribir esta request😫 me encantó la idea, hace bastante que quería escribir algo sobre ethan como spiderman <3 espero que te guste❤️🫶🏻

the story of us — ethan landry

word count: 2,693

pairing: spider-man!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n’s relationship might be ending soon because of the boy’s behaviour and secrets.

based on: the story of us by taylor swift

warnings: mention of blood. a bit of angst.

Y/N SHOULDN’T FEEL SURPRISED FOR HAVING BEEN STOOD UP BY ETHAN, it seemed to be his favourite hobby lately. But when he came up to her with regretful puppy eyes asking for them to meet so he could explain the reason behind his behaviour, she really thought he would keep his word and show up to fix things.

But once again he failed her, and now Y/N was walking back home alone with mascara running down her face and with her chest filled with disappointment and sadness.

Y/N was walking through the dark and unsafe NYC streets, wondering what excuse her boyfriend was going to use this time, when she heard a whimper coming from the creepy unlit alley she was passing by. Her whole body tightened with fear, hands instantly became sweaty, her heart thundered dangerously fast and yet she stopped walking. Then the noise came again, this time more clear—it was a pained curse from a male voice.

The girl couldn’t decide if she was stupid or too brave, but she walked towards the person. Her eyes widened at the scene—there, sitting next to a container, was Spiderman; a bleeding Spiderman.

“Holy hell, are you okay?” she cried, inspecting the wound. “Of course you’re not okay! You’re bleeding a lot! A lot!”

Ethan cursed internally. Of all the people who could have found him, it had to be her. “Thanks for the calming words.” the superhero said between gritted teeth.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have said that. I was exaggerating, it’s not that bad.” Y/N tried to convince him.

“You’re a horrible liar” his hands were shaking as he tried to put pressure on the wound.

“Okay, let’s get you out of here, the smell is awful.” the girl said, putting one of his—very strong and muscled—arms around her shoulders. “I know you’re in pain, but I need you to use a bit of your strength to help me lift you to your feet. Can you do that?” the masked figure nodded. “Okay, at the count of three.”

Ethan closed his eyes in pain as he let out a cry of agony. He had been walking towards the cafe where Y/N worked when he heard screaming. An old woman and her granddaughter were being robbed and it was his duty to save them. He would’ve made it to his date with Y/N if the thief’s partner hadn’t caught him off guard and sliced his stomach. Time didn’t matter anymore, he couldn’t show up wounded, and he didn’t have the energy to walk so he stayed in that creepy alley where Y/N found him.

“Ouch!” he yelled when the girl carelessly dropped him on her couch as soon as they arrived to her apartment.

“Sorry!” Y/N said guiltily. “My arms hurt.”

“It’s okay. Thank you, I just need to rest here for a few minutes and I’ll be out of your sight.” he panted.

“You can’t leave! I need to clean you up and then you need to eat something.”

“No, it’s okay. Look, just lend me a first-aid kit, I’ll do it myself. Then I’m leaving.” it wasn’t that Ethan was ungrateful for her help, he just didn’t want to be a burden. Also, if she was to see his body, she was going to recognize him instantly. And Ethan was not going to let that happen.

“Hey, you’re always saving our asses, it’s time someone finally takes care of you.” she smiled softly.

“I really appreciate that, seriously. But I’d be more comfortable doing it myself, if you don’t mind.”

“As you wish.” she said in understanding. And as he stitched himself up, Y/N went to the kitchen to prepare something for him to eat.

Ethan watched her from the doorframe. He wanted to close the space so badly, he wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and never let go. They saw each other everyday, but it’s been days since the last time he got to hold her, kiss her, touch her.

Y/N was really pissed at him, and with good reason. Countless were the times he had stood her up and he slowly—and absentmindedly—started to distance himself from her. And a few days ago, Y/N just exploded and they started fighting. Instead of telling her the truth (that he was a superhero and that the NYC streets were more dangerous than he had thought) he told her she was being dramatic and that he needed a bit of space. He regretted it instantly, and wanted to throw up as soon as his eyes caught her hurt expression. He was trying to keep her safe, but he handed everything in the worst way possible and ended up wounding the person that meant the most to him.

“You cooked for me?” he spoke up. Even though she couldn’t see it, she felt the smile on his voice.

“I told you, it’s time someone takes care of you.” she answered. “Is the wound okay? Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine. I’m a big tough boy.” he said in a teasing voice when she finished. “Thank you, Y/N. You saved me.”

“Anytime, Spider-boy. And honestly, you shouldn’t even thank me, you risk your life for us every- wait a minute.” she stopped when she realised something. “How do you know my name?”

Fuck, he cursed internally. He had messed up. “You told me.” he tried to sound confident.

“No, I didn’t. Do we know each other? Do we go to the same college?” Y/N asked curiously.

“I need to go.” he stood up abruptly, and a whimper of pain left his mouth.

“No! I’m sorry, I won’t press the subject.” she said, grabbing his forearms to sit him back on the chair. “I respect you wanting to keep your identity hidden. I won’t ask any more questions, but please stay. You’re still weak, you need to eat something.”

“You already did a lot. Really.”

“I swear to god, stop being stubborn.”

Who was he kidding with the hesitation? Just one look at her doe eyes and he was on his knees. As he ate, Y/N had her back to him so he could take his mask off. She could have turned around at any time and discover that the friendly neighbour hero was her boyfriend, but she never did. She respected his wish of not wanting to show his face, and that made him love her ever more.

“Your omelette was great” he said as he put the plate on the dishwasher. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

“Why were you crying?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. Ethan and Y/N weren’t on speaking terms, so maybe by talking to her through his secret identity would give him an insight on how to fix the relationship he tore up.

The sad girl frowned and pressed her lips into a line. She didn’t talk to her friends much about Ethan because she didn’t want to put them in an uncomfortable position, as they were all friends, so she had been keeping her frustrations bottled up. And now there was this trustful kind stranger asking her about it, so she gave in.

“My boyfriend didn’t show up to our date. He has been acting so strange lately. He shows up late, he always has a different excuse and gets all nervous and defensive because he’s obviously lying, but most times he doesn’t even show up. Like today.” the exhaustion and defeat was evident on her tone and it broke his heart. “He was supposed to meet me today, so he could open up and tell me what’s going on in his life, but…”

“He let you down again.” he added in a sad tone. Y/N nodded, tears blurring her eyes. “What are you going to do?”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath “I honestly don’t know. I love him, I really do, but our relationship has become one-sided. I’m trying to save it, but it seems like he doesn’t care anymore.”

Fear crept into his mind. Was that it? Was it their end? Was she going to break up with him the next day? He wouldn’t blame her. Yet, he couldn’t help being selfish—he did not want them to break up.

“Maybe there is something going on in his life… something that he can’t tell you for your own good.” he said, and he knew he sounded stupid.

“What could be so bad that he can’t talk to me about it? We have always been honest with each other. He knows he can tell me anything, he knows that he’ll have my support no matter what. I just want him to talk to me. I don’t know what happened with our relationship, but there’s nothing I can do unless he talks to me.”

“Things are going to get better.” the superhero said, rubbing her arm in a comforting gesture.

Ethan had multiple opportunities to be honest with her, to explain why he had become so distant and yet he held his pride and told her she was exaggerating the whole situation. So, as much as she tried to be positive and believe Spider-man’s words, she was scared the story of them might be ending soon.

ETHAN REACHED THE TABLE WHERE THE GROUP WAS SITTING AT and eyed the two empty spots left. One was next to Chad, who was talking animatedly with Tara and Mindy, and the other one was beside Y/N. His spot had always been the one next to hers, but with their current complications and not knowing exactly in which page they were at, he didn’t know what to do. Seeing the way she was nervously pulling at her clothes and tried to look busy, he ended up choosing the first option.

Even though she was trying hard to avoid looking at him, his presence was overwhelming and it took all of her strength to hold back from peaking a glance at his gorgeous smile and perfect curls. She was dying to know if the situation was killing him as much as it was killing her.

Little did she know the boy was losing his mind. The anguish was too much, so many thoughts were running through his mind. He was dying to let her know what was going on, but he was scared it was going to put her in danger. He would rather have her be angry at him than her getting hurt because of him. The wiser thing would be to let her go, to free her from the chaos that came with being involved with a superhero, but he the selfish part of him couldn’t break things up—Ethan loved her too much to give her up.

He needed to come up with a decision. This contest of who could act like they cared less needed to end and he could not tolerate the loud silence between them anymore. “Do you think we could talk tonight?”

“If you have the decency to show up.” she shrugged.

Her armour was up, and it was understandable. “I will. I’ll meet you at your apartment after Econ?”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded. “I’m serious, Ethan. Show up. This is your last chance.”

“I won’t let you down again, Y/N/N. I promise.”

ETHAN DIDN'T KNOW IF THE AREA WHERE Y/N WORKED IN WAS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS OR IF HE JUST HAD BAD LUCK, but every time he was near, something happened that forced him to step in. Thankfully, this time it was an inexperienced thief he easily managed to bring down but his wound wasn't fully healed yet so he was in a bit of pain after the fight. But the important thing was that he made it to Y/N's house.

The girl was unable to hide her relief when she opened the door, but it soon turned into worry. "Ethan, what the hell happened? You're bleeding!"

The curly-haired boy looked down to find a scarlet stain on his blue polo shirt. The wound on his abdomen must have opened while he was stopping the thief, and he didn't even noticed because of the adrenaline. "Um, it's nothing, I-"

"Sit down." she ordered right before leaving to grab the first-aid kit. When she lifted his shirt up, she frowned.

"What is it?" Ethan asked worriedly.

"Ethan, when did this happen?"

"Um, I was robbed while making my way here." the lie slipped off his tongue in an instant.

"You keep lying to me." she let out a humourless laugh. "This has been stitched before, Ethan."

He sighed, thinking of another excuse. "Okay, fine. It's not new. I fell and landed on something sharp, and it cut my stomach."

"Okay, now I'm not only angry because you lied to me twice in the past sixty seconds, but also because you think I'm stupid."

"I don't think you're stupid."

"If you believe I'd buy that shitty excuse, then yes, I think you think I'm stupid." she spat. "Tell me the truth. Right now, Ethan."

Silence embraced the room. As Y/N worked on the wound, Ethan tried to find the words to explain. "I don't know where to start."

"Let's start by telling me how did you get this."

"A thief did it to me." he said, and ignoring his girlfriend's warning glance, he continued, "but he wasn't robbing me. He was stealing from an old woman and I stepped in. He cut me while I was distracted."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as they scrutinised his face, trying to spot any sign that told her he was lying. She find none. "You fought them?" she asked in disbelief, and Ethan nodded. "That's... that's really brave. And stupid."

"It's my job." he blurted out, making her look at him in confusion. "Well, it's not a job job, because I don't get paid. Not that I'd do it for money, even though I need it-"

"Eth!" she interrupted him. "I love it when you ramble, you're adorable, but could you please explain?"

"I missed you calling me Eth." he whispered, caressing her right cheek. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too, Eth. But we need to talk. Well, you need to talk. What is going on with you? Why are you so distant? Why do you keep missing our dates? What did you mean by 'It's my job'?"

"I'll tell you, but I need to warn you first. You were in danger before knowing this, but after I tell you... you are going to be an even bigger target. And you can't tell anyone, okay? No one knows, and no one has to know."

"Okay, just spit it out, Ethan."

"I'm Spider-man."

It was as if their surroundings had frozen, and minutes felt like hours. Y/N sat on the couch, dumbfounded, and Ethan's leg bounced as he bit his nails.

Meanwhile, Y/N's brain worked at a fast pace, trying to connect the dots. Now, in hindsight, everything made sense. His bruises, his wounds, why he was always in high alert, why his walls were up, his grades dropping, his tardiness... he became the friendly neighborhood spiderman. The vigilante she had found bleeding the previous night.

"Hey! You used your secret identity to get information out of me, asshole!"

"That's all you have to say?!"

"I mean, no... but I don't really know what to say."

"You're not mad?"

"I don't think so. I really wish you would've told me, could've saved up lots of arguments, but I do understand why you didn't tell me. I'm glad you opened up, tho. I am really tired of missing you and not kissing you."

Ethan laughed. “I love you. I missed you like crazy, and I'm sorry for everything.” he hold her close to his chest and let himself relax for the first time in weeks. “By the way, you need to quit that job. I swear there’s a robbery every five fucking minutes.”

“Have you been following me?” she arched her eyebrow.

“Keeping an eye on you.” he corrected. “I can’t let anything happen to my girl, and like I said, it’s a dangerous area.”

Y/N laughed and kissed his lips tenderly “I love you, my little stalker. Don’t keep secrets from me ever again.”

“Never. I promise. We’re a team.”

[icemavschild]

Can you write something cute about Hangman having like kids with the reader but it's a secret relationship (or he just likes a really defined work/life balance)

Thank you <3

I can dearie, I sure can!

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Daddy! » Hangman x Wife!Reader

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Wife!Reader(Kazansky)

Summary: Jake’s daughter sees him while he’s out with the Dagger Team and his private life is no longer private.

Warning: None, just fluff really.

A/N: I hope this is okay? I had a similar idea to this request so I’m kinda merging the two.

MASTERLIST

Jake had attempted to keep his private life just that, private. He wasn’t fond of showing off his wife or daughter like they were trophies, it was something that Y/N had firmly told him the day after they were engaged.

“I won’t be a trophy wife, Jake.” Her voice was hard, yet firm, “I know the navy…and I won’t be a naval aviators trophy.”

She had always been hard on him from the beginning, considering she was an Admiral’s daughter when they met. Now she was a Commanders daughter.

It was always awkward talking to Commander Kazansky before throat cancer, he had always eyed Jake like he was a weed in his perfect bed of roses.

He mellowed out after his granddaughter was born, Lenora, after Jake’s mother, or Lenny for short.

So when he heard a loud, familiar, giggle and a head of hair he knew too well, his heart kind of stopped out of fear.

Fear that his team would judge him, or more so his daughter. He became defensive about his little girl; as did any father over their little girl.

“Daddy!” Lenny exclaimed as she sprang up into Jake’s arms. Her embrace almost cutting off his air supply, but despite his fear of judgement, he laughed loudly and held her closer for comfort.

“Daddy?” A voice drawled out from behind the cocksure pilot, his blood running cold. He turned to meet the shocked and confused look of his fellow teammates, and work-in-progress-friends.

“Yeah, this is my daughter.” He spoke calmly, yet the other pilots could hear the shake of nervousness in his voice, “Lenora these are daddy’s friends.”

The little girl shyly looked toward her fathers entourage with a small smile. The group immediately enthralled by her, although they couldn’t shake the feeling of familiarity.

When a woman walked up behind Jake, they furrowed their brows, Jake noticing turned toward her and grinned when he met the mesmerising eyes of his wife.

“Sorry, sweetie, I didn’t realise.” Y/N muttered out, her arms reaching for the little girl. But Lenora fought to stay at her fathers side.

“No, it’s about time they knew, anyway.”

The three Seresin’s turned toward the group, who stood wide eyed. Their gazes unmoving from the woman they knew as the late Commanders daughter. Y/N Kazansky.

“You’re married to Commander Kazansky’s daughter?!” Rooster exclaimed, his voice unbelieving and his mouth on the floor, “and you have a kid with her?!”

He laughed humourlessly, Jake becoming very angry and very defensive.

“If you want to joke, then fuck off.” The bitterness in Jake’s voice wasn’t new, but the defensiveness was completely new. His body was tense and his arms tightened around his daughter.

Maverick, who had been standing a bit back, had seen this behaviour from Goose when Bradley was just a kid.

“Lenora, did you say?” Mav asked the man, Jake staring at Mav appreciatively. When he found out that Maverick was his wife’s Godfather, he felt embarrassment from the first day wash over him with a redness to his cheeks.

This was Maverick’s first time meeting his Goddaughter’s daughter, it seemed almost wrong to have an introduction while Ice was being lowered into the ground. Plus, Y/N was a mess that day.

He knew Hangman was the one who married her, hell he’d seen Y/N when she was pregnant with Lenora.

“Yeah.” Jake breathed out, watching Y/N move forward and hug her uncle tightly. He shook his head of his head of brain fog, “Why are you in Fightertown?”

It’d been at least a year since the commander had passed on.

“We wanted to surprise you, Daddy!” Lenora exclaimed happily. The Dagger team smiling warmly at the little girl.

“Aw, thanks baby-girl.” He smirked out while kissing his daughters cheek.

“We need to go to aunty Penny’s!” The little girl exclaimed excitedly, Jake smiling warmly at the mention of the older woman.

It had never made sense the relationship between Penny and Jake, the team had always wondered why he chose to talk to the woman in private more often than not. It made sense now, looking at the little girl and the us of ‘aunty’ when addressing the older Benjamin.

“Okay, let’s do that then?” Jake asked his team, the group nodding along considering they’d just come back from their Captain’s for a brief get together while everyone was in town.

The Dagger team coming to terms with the fact that Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, was indeed full of surprises. One of those surprises being his excellent milkshake making skills, though Rooster will never admit to the fact.

A/N: this was my best attempt considering I got distracted half way through and had to rescue an orphaned lamb…but here we go! I hope it’s okie dokie ☺️😊

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Ok here’s a request (u don’t have to do it if u don’t have time).

Relationship: Jesse/Becky/reader(or original character)

The reader has been keeping a secret from their partners Jesse and Becky, they had an abusive parent. They only find out bc of a fight or something when the reader experiences some ptsd/anxiety symptoms. This results in fluffy hurt comfort.

(I totally understand if this is to much to write bc of the subject matter, so if u can’t because of personal reasons I get it.)

Thanks!

For The Better

Fandom: Full House

Pairing:  Jesse Katsopolis x Becky Donaldson x Female Reader

Characters: Jesse Katsopolis, Rebecca Donaldson, Female Reader, Nicky Katsopolis, Alex Katsopolis

Word Count: 2319 // Rating: Mature

Summary: Jesse does something he regrets

Tags/ Warnings: Child abuse, Hitting, Spanking, Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Arguing, Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Bad Behaviour, Naughty Children, PTSD, Anxiety, Crying, Guilt, Request, Requested Fic, Polyamory, Throuple, Co-Parenting

Notes: I am working slowly through all my requests. I'm not into many of them atm because im focused on my Elvis stuff [Jesse would be 100% on board with this i feel]

Hope this is okay.

‘Nicky, Alex stop!’ Jesse said as his sons darted around him. He was trying to work, to lay down new material, but he couldn't as his two rambunctious boys were determined to get under his feet. It had been like this all morning. Y/N had taken the girls to school whilst Becky was at work leaving him with no choice but to keep the boys in the basement with him as they worked on their new tracks. 

‘Jess man,’ Steve sighed from behind his drumkit. The twins had darted away from their father and were now interested in hammering on the cymbals and giggling at the noise they made. 

‘Boys!’ Jesse said lurching forward to collar them both and pull them away. He took his guitar off with his free hand and then bent down in front of them trying not to crack as they looked at him with those adoring eyes, ‘you need to behave now. I mean it. I don't want to have to punish you okay?’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in unison. Jesse nodded and led them back to their small desk which was set up with a painting station in an attempt to keep them quiet, something that had not happened thus far. They sat down and started engaging which made Jesse heave a sigh of relief before he turned back to the guys and gestured for them to start playing again. As he took to the mic once more he finally started to relax.’

‘Well her love doesn't come along until midnight,

And her passion rages on until the daylight-’

‘Jess?’ came a call from the stairs interrupting his singing. The band groaned and he groaned along with them just as Y/N appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She smiled at him and said, ‘hey, sorry to interrupt I thought I’d come and take the boys off your hands.’

‘Well thanks,’ Jesse said as she sidled up to him, her hands resting on his chest, ‘didn't you see the on-air sign though?’

‘I must've missed it,’ she said, ‘sorry baby.’

‘It’s fine,’ Jesse said tightly making Y/N’s brow furrow.

‘Is this a problem? I mean it was a genuine mistake,’ Y/N said feeling uncomfortable. He was mad. She could tell.

‘You know better though,’ he said, ‘I mean you had to know I was recording down here.’

‘I did but I didn't think it was a big deal, Jess. I’m sorry okay,’ she said.

‘It's just between you and the boys we haven't gotten anything done,’ Jesse sighed exasperatedly. 

‘Well, that's what it's like when you have kids,’ she said.

‘You don't think I know that?’ Jesse said, ‘I mean, wait where are they?’ 

Jesse and Y/N’s heads whipped around looking for the tykes who were no longer at their assigned station. As he turned around he spotted two pairs of shoes sticking out from under his mixing table and headed towards it. Behind his desk were Nicky and Alex, tape in hand, unspooling masses and masses of black onto the floor around them. 

‘What the hell?!’ Jesse said. It was their current tape. The only thing they had managed to record the entire morning was now lost and unspooled all around his troublemakers. 

‘Look daddy,’ Nicky said offering up his now useless tape. 

‘What did you do!? I told you to behave!’

‘Jess it's okay we can sort it,’ Y/N said from behind. 

‘Can we?!’ he asked, ‘they don't listen Y/N! They run around and they make noise. They break things and terrorise anyone in the room. We can’t fix it! They don't listen to anything.’ 

‘So what do you suppose we do?’ she asked. 

‘I know,’ Jesse said and before waiting for her to reply he yanked Nicky and Alex out from the desk and stood them in front of him, ‘now I told you you had to behave and you didn't listen to me. So I’m sorry but I have to do this okay?’ 

And before Y/N could speak he spun them both around and placed two harsh spanks across each of their behinds. The twins didn't speak as he whipped them around, looking at him wide-eyed, ‘now I’m sorry it came to that but you boys understand right? You need to listen.’

‘Okay daddy,’ they said in a distinctly less jovial tone than before. 

‘Jess,’ Y/N said in barely more than a whisper. She couldn't believe what she had just whispered. All of a sudden memories cascaded in her brain like fireworks bringing with them pain and anguish. She couldn't think. Her body was in overdrive, there was ringing in her ears and sweat pumping off of her as she looked at the twins' hurt faces. Jesse looked up at her, clocking her blank face and offering one of worry from him but she couldn't say anything. Before he could question her she grabbed the twins and darted upstairs. 

She could hear him calling her but she couldn't stop. She needed to get out of there. She needed to protect them. She bolted upstairs, ignoring the tears that were now running down her face or the distressed cries from the boys as they asked her what was the matter. Once in the attic, she got them in their room, pushing their changing table up against the door. 

She collapsed against the opposite wall, trying to push out the echoes of shouting and the feel of red welts on her skin that weren't even there. 

‘What's the matter, mommy?’ Nicky asked coming to sit in her crossed lap.

‘Nothing baby,’ she sniffled pulling him in close and then Alex who was determined not to be left out in too, ‘it's fine. We’re safe.’ 

‘Y/N?’ she heard Jesse say, as he called her name again his voice got closer until she heard the rattle of the door handle from across the room. Her heart was thudding in her chest. It was a sound she had heard a million times before. Someone determined to get inside, to get to her when she didn't want them to. She couldn't let him in. She needed to protect her boys.

‘Y/N why is the door locked?’ he asked, ‘baby-’

‘Go away,’ she said and though it was faint he heard it.

‘Y/N what's going on?’

‘Go away Jess,’ she sniffled.

‘Y/N-’

‘Go away!’ 

She heard movement outside the door as Jesse rested against it. He was confused. He didn't know what had happened. In the span of two minutes, he had gone from a loving father to a man who hits his children. He knew he’d messed up. Spanking was never something he thought he would ever do but he had lost sight of himself. Everything had been so full on. The noise, the running around, the interruptions and finally the tape. He had lost it. And he instantly regretted it, even more so when he looked up and found Y/N’s horrified face watching him before she bolted from the room kids in two. Now she wasnt coming out. Was she scared of him? 

Pain rippled through him at the thought. He needed to see her. He needed her to come out so he could apologise. So he could beg for her forgiveness and tell the boys how much he was sorry. 

But he couldn't force his way in. He needed help. He needed Becky. 

✵✵✵

‘Jess just tell me what’s going on,’ Becky said as they climbed the stairs to the attic.

‘You'll find out soon enough,’ Jesse said as they entered their living room. Jesse gestured to the twins' room and then went to sit on their bed waiting with bated breath that this would work. Becky watched him confused before she headed to the door and tried to open it frowning when it wouldn't budge. 

‘Y/N?’ she asked gently. 

‘Beck?’ she heard a sniffle come from the other side of the door.

‘It’s me,’ Becky said, ‘can I come in?’ 

‘I can't open the door Beck,’ she said, ‘I can't-’

‘Why not?’ Becky asked.

‘I’m scared,’ she said, ‘and I keep telling myself Im overreacting but I can't get up. It's like I'm glued to the floor.’

‘Jesus, what happened?’ Becky said incredulously looking at Jesse for answers but couldn't bring himself to say anything and instead hung his head in shame. 

‘Mommy?’ Nicky said excitedly.

‘It's me, baby,’ Becky said, ‘Y/N you need to come out.’

Beck-’

‘Think of the boys,’ she said, ‘I mean you can't keep them in there forever-’

‘They're safe in here,’ Y/N reasoned.

‘And they're safe out here too,’ Becky reasoned, ‘why wouldn't they be?’

‘Jesse hit them,’ Y/N said making Becky’s eyes go wild.

‘What?’ she said, ‘is this true?’ 

‘Beck I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to.’

Becky watched him for a moment, hurt written all over her face before she retained her composure and she looked back at the door. 

‘Y/N, sweetheart, I know what he did was wrong but you have to come out. We have to talk about this. You can't keep the boys locked up forever honey. Please? Come out?’ she said. Y/N didn't reply but there was distinct movement behind the door and the next time Becky tried the handle it clicked open without issue. The boys flocked to her as she opened it, clinging onto a leg each as thas stroked their hair and then asked them to go and play. They ran into the living room resuming the leftover jigsaw that they had insisted on getting out at three am that morning. 

Becky walked into their room ad slid down beside Y/N on the floor as Jesse leaned against the wall watching them shamefully. 

‘Can someone tell me what happened?’ Becky asked, moving a strand of hair off of Y/N’s face as she sniffled. 

‘Jesse spanked the boys,’ Y/N said. 

‘Jess?’ Becky asked looking at her husband with the hope that it wasnt true.

‘I’m sorry okay? I don't know what came over me. They were getting into all sorts, they wouldn't sit still, we got no work done and then they ruined the tape we’d been working on all morning and I don't know. I just lost it,’ he said. 

‘So you hit them?’ Becky asked with disbelief.

‘I’m not proud of it Beck,’ he said, ‘and I’ll never do it again I swear.’

‘That's what he said,’ Y/N said with a scoff that made both pairs of eyes fall on her.

‘Who?’ Becky asked confused. 

‘My dad,’ she said shakily, ‘every time he used to hit me. Every time he’d march into my room finding the littlest thing to lose it at me over. He'd always say that that was the last time. That he never do it again.’

‘I never knew that about your dad,’ Bekcy said. 

‘I never talk about it,’ Y/N admitted, ‘I never needed to. I mean I thought I’d gotten rid of that shit but seeing Jess, I mean the boys’ faces just brought it all back.

‘Y/N you have to believe me when I say I couldn't feel worse right now. I know it was wrong. And believe me, I never want to feel this way again. I never want to upset you or the boys like this again.’

‘How can I trust that?’ she sniffled, ‘I mean I never thought you would-’

‘I mean it,’ Jesse said, ‘you two and the boys are my everything. You have to believe me.’

He came to kneel in front of them then. His hands were on theirs and he looked at them pleadingly. She looked at him for a second, her heart aching at the thought of his actions. 

‘Jess is right,’ Becky said, ‘I mean I don't condone what he did in any way shape or form but it was a momentary lapse. I believe that don't you?’ 

‘And if he gets angry again? If the twins do something like today again?’ Y/N asked. 

‘Like I said. Nothing they could ever do would make me want to feel this feeling again. It's the worst feeling in the world,’ he said.

‘Yeah,’ Becky said, ‘and I’m sure Jess doesn't expect forgiveness right away right aby?’

‘Whatever it takes for you and the boys to forgive me I’ll do,’ Jesse nodded. Y/N seemed to deliberate on that point for a moment before she nodded gently. 

‘And maybe we can talk about it a bit more?’ Becky said, ‘I mean we all have our own ideas about parenting and I know we discuss stuff but it's usually as it happening to us. Maybe it would be good if we talked a little more. That way when situations come up we’ll know how the others feel about it.’

‘Yeah, I mean I had no idea about your dad,’ Jesse said, moving to sit beside her. 

‘I’ve not felt those feelings in a long time,’ she admitted looking up at him, her eyes red-rimmed from crying which broke his heart all over again. 

‘I’m sorry it was me who made you feel that way,’ he said. 

‘Well I suppose it's better you’re trying to make up for it,’ she said with a weak smile, ‘he never even acknowledged it happened. A quick mumbled apology and then he’d be right back to where we started.’ 

‘Well then at least we’re making changes right?’ Becky said. 

‘For the better,’ Y/N said, leaning in so Jesse could wrap an arm around them both. 

‘For the better,’ he agreed. 

He didn't feel entirely better about himself and he was sure Y/N didn't either but they were right. What had happened in the past didn't matter as long as they tackled the here and now. And more importantly together.

[johannestevans]

The Secretary

Short story. A young woman goes to collect her inheritance.

4.1k, rated M. Content warnings for loss of a loved one and non-graphic references to sexual assault.

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Sarah had never even known the man, so when the letter had come, it had been a surprise. She hadn’t even been sad at first — she’d felt somewhat guilty about it, but her initial response had been irritation, anger.

Her father had never bothered to meet her, and yet here he was, dying and leaving her paperwork to fill out, all this shit to go through, all this stuff to do. It’s not fair, she supposes, to be pissed off with him just for dying, but —

Life isn’t fair.

When she arrives at the house, he’s waiting outside for her.

“Good morning, Miss Bleecker,” he says quietly. The greeting is curt and polite, neatly clipped, and there’s no smile on his face. “I’ll be here to assist you with cataloguing Mr Ancel’s things, everything on the property.”

“Hi,” she mutters.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he says.

“It’s not much of a loss for me,” she says. “I never knew him.”

His face is completely blank. She had assumed on sight that he was a lawyer, but she’s not so sure, looking at him now — he’s tall and square-shouldered, wears a woollen jumper over a crisp white shirt, and the sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing tattoos inked all across his forearms, his hands.

Across his knuckles on his right hand are the letters S-A-I-L, and on his left, A-W-A-Y.

“My name is Palmer,” he says, and turns on his heel, walking into the house and away from her.

Not a lawyer, then — the lawyer had mentioned him in the letter. Palmer was her father’s secretary, before he died.

It’s a big house, and when she goes inside she expects it to be as beautifully kept and manicured as the flowerbeds and carefully pruned fruit trees in the garden, but when she steps over the threshold and takes a few steps down the corridor, looking through some of the doorways, she sees that isn’t the case. Many of the rooms are filled with furniture and stacked boxes covered over in white cloths, plainly unused.

“Kept for the purposes of your inheritance,” says Palmer as he pushes the door shut behind them. “Family heirlooms. Valuable, some of them. He didn’t want you to think he was trying to cheat you out of them.”

Sarah stares at him, trying to make sense of that. “Why would I think that?”

“He was aware of how certain behaviours might be interpreted,” Palmer says. “Other people’s perceptions of him made him extraordinarily anxious.”

“He had anxiety?”

“Often.”

“What else made him anxious?”

“Crowds. Open spaces. Large dogs. Horses. Spiders, scorpions, snakes. Tumours. Radiation. Loud noises. Quiet noises, if they were suspicious.”

“Everything made him anxious.”

“A lot of things,” Palmer allowed. “He didn’t leave the house often.”

“That why he hired you?”

“I never asked. Maybe.”

“He never had girlfriends?”

“No.”

“He didn’t remarry?”

“No.”

“My mother said he never loved her,” Sarah says. “That they got married and he walked out when she said she was pregnant.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Would you tell me if you did, or keep it secret?”

Palmer stands there with his hands behind him, his chin high — he’s stood to attention, she thinks, like a soldier, or a sailor. “Your father employed me to keep his confidences,” he says, “among other things.”

“Even after he’s dead?”

“Especially now,” he says solemnly. “Who else remains to keep them?”

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[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter two: Wherefore Art Thou, Trollhunter?(2/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Strickler visits the Lake’s home. Y/n confronts Jim about his behaviour.

Word count: 1760

Warnings: not really but there’s a mention of animal abuse but is a lie

(Season 1 Episodes 3,4,5 and a lil of 6)

Song?: wipe your tears by Halsey

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Masterlist

On the walk home, Y/n thought about what Randy said. Her brain stuck on the idea why Douxie would be interested in her. They only seen each other at the other one's job and had a small chat every once in a while in the sidewalk but that wouldn’t mean he would buy strings he doesn’t need. Right? The only conclusion she could think of was that Randy was messing with her.

When she got close to her house door she heard Al low meows, she was mad.

“Al calm down!” She heard her mother scream.

She ran to the door to aid her mother. When she opened the door, the hairs on her back stood up. Her cat, Al, was stalking a man and her mother trying to pull him back.

Al is a tall and light cat but when he is angry his body becomes heavy, like he was full of bricks. Impossible to move.

Y/n put her bag down ignoring her uneasiness.

“Al, calm down!” She got close to her furry friend.

When he heard her, Al stopped and slowly went to sit by Y/n’s feet without taking his eyes from the strange man.

“I’m so sorry, Mr Strickler. I don’t know what came onto him. He’s usually so friendly!” Barbara rambled.

“Yeah, sorry. He used to be abused so he’s wary of strange men” Y/n lied.

‘He felt it too’ she thought.

Barbara furrowed her brow at her daughter. She knew it was a lie. She remembered when Y/n brought Al from the park. Little Y/n saw him hiding in a small hole and took him home. Barbara was reluctant to keep the cat but when she saw how much her children love him she couldn’t force them to get rid of him.

“It’s okay. No need to worries'' Strickler got down from the chair he was standing “The cat thinks it’s protecting it’s family”

“He” Y/n corrected.

“Oh, of course. He. My apologies” he smiled.

Y/n didn’t like him. Some kind of alarm was going off in her brain but she couldn’t do anything.

“You must be Y/n. Jim’s sister" Stickler tried to start a polite conversation. He seemed really interested in Jim but Y/n wasn’t convinced. Al wasn’t convinced either, he kept glaring at him from the other side of the room, moving his tail side to side.

The front door opened, interrupting the chat.

“Jim, I’m in the kitchen!” Called Barbara.

“Oh, you would so not believe what happened on the way home from…“

“Look who stopped by?”

“Hello, Jim” Mr. Strickler turned his stool to face Jim.

“Mr. Strickler”

“Mr. Strickler came by to congratulate you” said Y/n with a fake smile.

“Oh, that’s really…nice”

“It’s a great honor that you’ve been chosen to wield this mantle. I’ve no doubt that you’ll provee equal to the task”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were trying out for Romeo and Juliet?” Barbara served the tea she prepared.

“Wait, maybe we could back up a few steps” Jim said.

“Jim, surely you knew you’d won the part of Romeo after your breathtaking audition yesterday”

Y/n raised her brows and mouthed at her little brother “Romeo?”

“Yeah, after the audition, I had to run but… Wait, I got the part?”

“I was just remarking to your mother and sister that I’m a touch concerned about you being spread so thin, particularly in light of your new commitment to the chess club”

“Chess club??” Y/n mouthed.

“And I didn’t even think you knew how to play chess” Barbara laughed.

“You don’t” Y/n whispered.

Strickler took a sip of the horrendous tea Barbara offered him and Y/n held back a laugh.

“It’s like you have this secret life I know nothing about” said Barbara

“You have no idea”

“Atlas, too, carries the weight of the world on his shoulders…”

And then it hit her, maybe Y/n had been so lost in her own stuff that she lost focus on her little brother. Their mother works too much and Jim is too young to carry this much weight.

“Now I am charged and ready to go. To be or not to be. Right? Am I right?” Jim played with a small base.

“That’s Hamlet” Y/n said. She was not convinced.

Barbara offered more but Strickler rejected it saying that he didn’t want to overstay his welcome and before leaving, he offered his phone number to Barbara making Y/n roll her eyes.

“He has a point. There are only so many hours in the day, Jim. If your grades slip, even a little, I’m going to insist you cut back, starting with the things you do for me”

“I like taking care of you”

Y/n sighed “Mom’s right Jim”

“It’s my job to take care of you. Both of you” said Barbara looking at her daughter.

“Do you know when I was old enough to ask about dad, remember what you told me?” Jim asked.

Barbara nodded.

“You said ‘we just need to take care of each other’ That’s all I’m doing”

Y/n frowned. She didn’t like remembering her father.

Barbara didn’t say anything. She just hugged them.

“You must be starving. How about breakfast for dinner? Even I can’t screw up an omelet”

Y/n and Jim shared a look.

“Wouldn’t be so sure” Jim said.

“What?” Asked Barbara.

“Sure!” Laughed Y/n.

—

Days passed after Mr.Strickler paid a visit and Jim was getting more away. Being out so late doing God knows what and then, breaking into a museum for Toby’s chubby chaser. Something was up and Y/n had to find out what.

After coming home for a long shift, she found her mother setting the table for what can only be described as a feast. Blueberry waffles, bacon mac and cheese, shrimp cakes…

“What’s going on?” Y/n let her bag fall.

“I wanted to make cookies and I decided to make yours and mom’s favorites” Jim came out of the kitchen setting yet another plate of food on the table.

“Aha, really, what’s going on?”

“Nothing! It’s just…we all been so busy. When’s the last time we’ve really sat down and talked?”

Y/n noticed her brother’s nervousness so she played along.

—

“Oh! That was delicious. I don’t know what I do without you, kiddo” Barbara rubbed her stomach.

“For real. I think I never ate this much” Y/n smiled.

“Shrimp cakes? Gosh, I haven’t had those since…since…” Barbara tried to remember.

“Since dad made them for us?” Jim finished for her.

“I didn’t think you were old enough to remember “

Y/n could see the sadness filling the room.

“I remember enough. I remember how his beard would scratch my face when he hugged me”

She could remember that too. She could remember his smile when she called him dad for the first time. She remember him looking so happy. Until he didn’t.

“How he used to make you laugh. How he would listen Y/n played the piano even tho she knew two songs”

They laughed.

“But, most of all, how much he hurt you when he left”

They looked at him.

“Jim, where is this coming from?” Y/n asked, terrified of the answer.

“No matter what happens to me, I would never leave you like that. At least, well” he chuckles “not by choice” he got closer “I just want you to know that I’ll always love you.”

“Don’t you start that talk with me. I’m still hoping that you end close at an in-state college, like your sister” Barbara put a strand of Y/n’s hair behind her ear.

She smiled back trying to hide the fear her brother's words awoke in her.

—

It was 3 A.M and Y/n was looking at the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep after dinner. Jim was acting weird and she was scared. Something was wrong but she didn’t know what and she didn’t like that.

Y/n turned on her bed. The picture on her nightstand looked back at her: it was a picture of her, Jim and their mom at her 14th birthday. Y/n didn’t know when her actual birthday was so Barbara told her to choose any date she wanted to celebrate and she had chosen the day Barbara took her home. The three of them were so happy, even without their father, and Y/n didn’t want to lose that. She didn’t want to lose anyone else so she went into Jim’s room.

She opened the door and found Jim reading an old book:

“What are you doing?” She asked

“N-nothing! What could I be doing?” He closed the book and tried to hide it.

Y/n sighed and closed the door.

“I want to know what’s going on, Jim”

“Nothing!”

“Don’t lie! We don’t lie to each other” She felt her eyes filling with tears “I’m scared, Jim. I don’t know what’s going on. I’m your sister. I want to help you”

“You can’t help me, Y/n”

“Then, I just want to be there for you” she sat down at the foot of the bed.

“You won’t believe me” He spoke after a beat without looking at her.

“Try me” she grabbed his arm.

Jim went to the middle of his room and said the incantation:

“For the glory of Merlin, daylight is mine to command”

Y/n felt the words make a small rock in her stomach but the blinding blue light distracted her. She shielded her eyes from the light that was coming out her brother.

“Shit” she looked at the armor “That’s so cool…and so….weird?”

“I know, right?” He chuckled

“Can I touch it?” She asked with her hand already up.

“Yeah. Oh! Look!” He lifted his sword knowing her sister would go insane. She loved swords.

“No way!!” Jim could see her eyes sparkle a mile away “but what’s all this? Where did you get it from?”

Jim explained everything from the trolls to the goblins to the fight with Draal.

“Okay…that’s…a lot” Y/n said.

They were sitting on the floor with their backs to the bed.

“Yeah and I’m probably going to be destroyed after the fight” he scratched his head.

“No! I’m going to help you! Ok?” she took him by the shoulder. “I don’t know how but I will”

“Ok” he smiled. He was happy that he didn’t have to hide from his sister anymore.

[lady-lostmind]

So kiss me like you did.

For: @cheshiredogao3 (cheshiredog on ao3)

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: E

Wordcount: 3745

Warnings: No Archive Warnings

Tags: Modern AU, Rockstar!Eddie, NSFW, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Stuck in a supply closet, Semi-public sex, Dom/Sub undertones

Summary: Eddie asks Steve to come with him to a party for the label but ignores him the whole time resulting in a fight and getting locked in a supply closet.

Also on ao3

This fic is a part of the @steddieholidayexchange Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this for me! You're the absolute best.

Eddie laughs, downing the last of his drink as Chrissy nudges him in the direction of the next big important label person he’s supposed to charm and impress. It’s been nonstop since they walked in the fucking door of this snobby party, and she keeps handing him water instead of cocktails, trying to keep him on his best behaviour. Probably thinks he’ll screw this whole thing up. Which, fine, that’s fair. He doesn’t have the best track record at these things. But he knows this is important. Promised to behave. The least she can do is give him a decent fucking drink. 

He smiles widely at the little brunette in front of him. Shakes her hand when Chrissy introduces her as ‘Charlotte.’ 

“Hello! I’m Eddie.” He makes sure his dimple pops and he doesn’t let go of her hand until she pulls back first. Doesn’t even make a face when she lets her fingers trail over his for just a moment too long in their retreat. 

“Yes, I know who you are, Mr. Munson.” 

Eddie scrunches his face up and shakes his head. “Oh, no– Blech. Don’t call me that. Eddie is fine. Please.” 

Charlotte lets out a far too generous giggle at that, her hand popping up to land on his chest and give him a little shove. Chrissy catches his eye and gives him an approving smile and nod before she makes her retreat, no doubt scouring the crowd for who she wants him to schmooze next. He knows this is all just part of the deal. That he has to play his part. Be the attractive front man, let people think they have a shot with him. But it’s exhausting, always having to have on this mask. To feel like a product being sold.

He turns his attention back on Charlotte, ready to let himself drip with as much charm as he can muster when there’s a sharp tap on his shoulder. Eddie turns and his stomach drops as he sees Steve’s very clearly aggravated face staring back at him. Shit. He left him alone. Again. 

Steve leans forward, keeping his voice low. “I’m leaving, Eds.”

Eddie groans as he watches Steve turn toward the exit and quickly mumbles an apology to Charlotte before hurrying after him to grab his arm. “Wait, wait. I’m sorry.” He gives a quick glance around the room. Knows they shouldn’t do this here where everyone can see them. But– he doesn’t want Steve to go. Doesn’t want to be in another fight about this. Feels like an idiot for not realizing he was gone for so long with Chrissy. He promised he’d do better about this. That they’d work out some kind of balance. But here they are again, with Steve upset and Eddie stuck between the man he loves and his career. 

Steve glares at him, but doesn’t pull away. Eddie tugs him out of the room and down a hall, away from prying eyes, anywhere they can talk about this without worrying about people overhearing them and rumors spreading wild.

Steve sighs, following him reluctantly. “Where are we going?”

Eddie turns another corner. “Uh– just somewhere we can talk. Somewh– aha!” 

Eddie whips the door open to a little supply closet and pulls Steve in, flicking on the light and shutting the door behind them. Steve stares at him with a scowl and crosses his arms over his chest. “You’re serious? A fucking closet? Little on the nose, don’t you think?” 

Eddie rolls his eyes and sighs. “Come on, Stevie. I’m sorry, okay. I shouldn’t have left you alone. Chrissy–”

Steve scoffs. “Yeah I know. Chrissy needed you to talk to people. Chrissy needed you to make a good impression. Chrissy needed you to look unattached. This is why I didn’t want to come! And then I had to sit in the corner and watch that woman practically throw herself at you.” 

Eddie groans, letting his head hit the door behind him. “Why do you let that bother you so much, baby? You know I’m not interested. It’s just part of the whole–” He flails his hands around, gesturing to the frankly ridiculous outfit Chrissy put him in tonight. “ –rockstar bullshit.” 

Steve rolls his eyes. “Oh, I know. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it. And it doesn’t mean I want to watch it happen. I could have just stayed home, Eds.”

Eddie’s face drops. “This is a big night for me I just–” He reaches out to grab Steve’s hand. “I wanted you here.” 

Steve nods and sighs. Sounds defeated when he answers, “I know. I just can’t sit in the corner like something you’re embarrassed of anymore. I’m proud of you. You deserve to enjoy tonight, okay. I just want to go home.”

Eddie feels awful. Hates that Steve feels like he’s anything but thrilled to be with him. He reaches up and rubs Steve’s cheek with his thumb. Leaning in to give him a soft kiss before whispering, “I could never be embarrassed of you, sweetheart.” 

But he shuffles to the side, leaving room for Steve to pass. Doesn’t want to force him to stay if he doesn’t want to be here anymore. Understands that he fucked up. That he should have been more attentive. That he should have come up with some reason for Steve to be at his side all night. He watches as Steve reaches for the door knob and–

THUNK–

Steve’s eyes flash over to Eddie’s, filled with panic, turning the knob quickly and pushing against the door.

THUNK–THUNK

Steve lets go and gestures angrily at the door. “Great. It’s locked.” 

Eddie reaches around him, grabbing the knob and jiggling it. “Let me try.”

THUNK–

Steve rolls his eyes. “I told you.” 

Eddie sighs. “It’s fine. I’ll just call Chrissy.” 

Eddie pulls his phone out and clicks on the screen– No Service. “Well, shit.” Eddie holds his phone out for Steve to see.

Steve groans and pulls his phone out, finding the same thing.

Eddie shrugs. ”Chrissy will notice I’m missing eventually. She’ll come looking for us.”

Steve rolls his eyes, leaning back against the shelves that line the walls. “Great.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, you said that already. I mean, you wanted my attention, right?” Eddie leans in close, trailing his fingers down Steve’s chest, looking at him with heavy lidded eyes. “Well, I’m all yours now, baby.”

Steve scoffs, swatting Eddie’s hand away. “Are you serious?”

Eddie crowds up against Steve, letting his voice dip low, leaning in close to Steve’s ear. “Come on. Let me make it up to you. We could be stuck in here for a while.” 

Steve is trying to keep up the annoyed front, but Eddie knows him. Feels the way his breath hitches a little when Eddie’s breath tickles his ear, the way he subconsciously presses himself against him, leaning into his touch. Eddie teases his finger along the waistband of Steve’s pants and looks longingly into his eyes. “Please, Stevie. Let me make you feel good.”

Steve rolls his eyes, but his voice is all breathy, catching a little in his throat when Eddie nips at his ear lobe with his teeth. “Fuck, Eds.” 

Eddie trails kisses along Steve’s jaw, working his way to his lips, pushing his tongue in deep, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a smirk when he feels Steve melt against him, the little moan that escapes his lips as Eddie pulls him in tight by his hips. 

“Is that a yes, sweetheart?” Eddie grinds their hips together, watches as Steve’s brow scrunches together and he nods, leaning back in to pull Eddie back to his mouth, to continue their kiss. 

Eddie dives back in, pressing Steve firmly against the shelves, reaching down to undo his belt. Wants to get his hands on him as soon as possible. To take advantage of every second they have together. To show him that he knows exactly which of them is actually the lucky one in this relationship. That it doesn’t matter that Eddie is the one on magazine covers and playing sold out venues. At the end of the day he knows what a privilege it is to fall into this man’s arms. That he’s lucky Steve ever even looked his way. He hates that Steve doesn’t see it that way. That he ever made him feel like he isn’t Eddie’s entire fucking world. That Steve doesn’t realize Eddie would rather be here, stuck in this shitty supply closet with him than back in that stuffy party full of names that are supposed to impress him.

He might not be the best at telling Steve just how much he means to him, but fuck if he doesn’t know how to show him. How to make him squirm beneath his fingers, how to make his body sing. The most beautiful music Eddie has ever heard only pours from Steve’s mouth when Eddie plays his body like a fucking fiddle. 

Eddie gets Steve’s pants open and pushes his hand inside, cupping his hardening dick through his briefs and grinning against his mouth, swallowing down the whimper Steve lets out like it’s his last breath of fresh air. And honestly, Eddie would be fine if that was really the case. Because what better way to go than this? 

Steve bucks his hips forward as Eddie adds a little more pressure and drags his hand up, leaning back to watch Steve’s face scrunch in pleasure, a cocky smirk spreading across his face. “Does that feel good, big boy?” 

Steve nods, his desperate eyes flicking up to lock onto Eddie’s. Eddie hums in approval and reaches up with his free hand to cup Steve’s cheek, running his thumb along his jaw and staring into his eyes as he slips his hand into his underwear and wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking up and down. Steve lets out a low moan and his eyes slip closed. Eddie tightens his grip on his jaw, shaking him a little to get him to open his eyes again. 

“Keep those pretty eyes on me, sweetheart.” 

Steve lets out a soft whimper and nods his head, heavy eyes staying focused on Eddie as his mouth pops open and Eddie drags his thumb along his pouty bottom lip. Loves watching Steve come apart like this. The way he just lets his brain turn off, following along to whatever Eddie tells him. 

Eddie leans in, pressing a harsh kiss to Steve’s lips, licking into his mouth as he quickens the pace of his hand and grinds his hips against Steve, making sure he’s able to feel how hard he is through their pants. “Are you going to let me fuck you in this dirty closet, Stevie?” 

Steve lets out a loud moan and Eddie covers his mouth with his hand, chuckling meanly against his cheek. 

“Shhh– Someone is going to hear you, baby.” Eddie pulls back enough to look in his eyes again and shakes the hand gripping his face roughly. “Or is that what you want, hm? You want every stuck up asshole in this place to hear me fucking you in here? Want them to know you’re mine, hm?”  

Steve lets out another moan, still muffled by Eddie’s hand and nods his head, bucking his hips forward, trying to get Eddie to give him more. Eddie just grins, keeping his pace the same, but pressing harder into Steve’s hip, pinning him to the shelves and making it impossible for him to move them again. 

Eddie lets his voice dip low, but keeps it teasing. “Are you in a hurry? Have somewhere to be?” 

Eddie moves his hand from Steve’s mouth, slipping it into his hair and tugging back, angling his head so he has to look up to meet Eddie’s eye. “You want to cum now or wait until I’m inside you?” 

Steve’s eyes roll back and he whimpers, hips feebly trying to buck again. Eddie tugs on his hair again to get him to focus. “Words baby. Need your words.”

A cocky little smirk pulls at the corner of Steve’s mouth and he huffs out a breathy little laugh as he says, “Both.” 

A wide, menacing grin stretches across Eddie’s face and he shakes his head a little in disbelief. “Oh, we’re going to be greedy tonight, are we?” Eddie slows his hand so that he’s just barely stroking still, ignoring the disappointed little huff Steve lets out. “What if I just don’t let you cum at all after that?” 

Steve shakes his head, eyes going all puppy dog and bottom lip jutting out in protest as he whines, “You said you were going to make it up to me. Make me feel good.” 

Eddie smiles and nods, leaning in to pepper kisses along Steve’s jaw. “That was before you got all bratty on me. You know only good boys get to cum, Stevie.” 

Steve whines again, his hands gripping Eddie’s hips tightly, tugging him forward like he can will Eddie into moving his hand again. “Please? I was good. I came to your stupid party.” 

And as much as Eddie likes to tease him, to drag things out, to reduce Steve into a puddle of need before he finally gives him a release, he’s right. He’s always so good, too good. He’s the best. He deserves so much more than what Eddie gives him. So, of course he’ll give him this. There was never any question that he would, really. 

Eddie tightens his grip on Steve’s dick again, and leans back to let a trail of spit drip down between them to land on the tip, watches as it slides over his fingers and rings as he starts stroking again, faster now, with more purpose. Twisting his hand in just the way he knows Steve likes, that always gets him there fast. Steve groans and Eddie leans back in, tugging Steve forward by his hair so he can kiss him again. Wants to feel the moans he lets out rumble through his mouth. Wants to taste him as he– 

Steve gasps, his hands flying up to tangle in Eddie’s hair as he lets out a long moan and spills over Eddie’s hand, his entire body shuddering against Eddie as he rides out the waves. Eddie smiles proudly, releasing the tight hold he has on Steve’s hair to run his fingers through it soothingly and hums against his mouth.

“There’s my good boy.”

Steve leans forward, pressing their foreheads together as he catches his breath, grinning and letting out a soft whine as Eddie lets go of his dick and reaches over to wipe his hand on a towel on the shelf behind Steve’s head. 

“Did I make it up to you yet? Am I forgiven?”

Steve rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “I don’t know, I think I was pretty clear about what I wanted.”

Eddie’s eyes darken and he feels his dick twitch in his pants, almost entirely forgotten with the show going on in front of him. “You sure you’re ready for more already, baby?” Eddie keeps his voice teasing, but he’s already unbuckling his belt and slipping his pants and boxers down to pool around his ankles. 

Steve nods and turns around, grabbing on to one of the shelves and arching his back. Eddie shifts back and admires the view of Steve in his disheveled outfit, dress pants loose from hanging open in the front, shirt rucked up on his lower back, a sliver of that beautiful skin peeking out from underneath. Eddie reaches out to tug on Steve’s pants with a mean chuckle. “Not going to get very far with these in the way, sweetheart.” 

Steve huffs in annoyance and Eddie bites the inside of his lip, trying not to react to that the way he wants to. By shoving Steve hard against the shelves and making him cry maybe. But they can’t do that here. He knows his boy. Being that mean will make him loud. And they can’t afford that right now. He’s probably going to have a hard time keeping him quiet enough as it is. So he just watches, lazily stroking himself as Steve pushes his pants down and puts that gorgeous ass on display, settling back into the position he was in before. Lets him stay there, waiting, obviously growing impatient as he shifts his weight a little from foot to foot until he finally looks over his shoulder at Eddie with a raised brow. 

Eddie flashes him an innocent grin. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

Steve rolls his eyes and wiggles his ass a little, making Eddie chuckle, and effectively breaking his resolve to make Steve squirm for as long as possible. He moves forward, trailing his fingers over Steve’s skin, circling his cheeks before squeezing one hard and getting a satisfying yelp out of Steve before moving his fingers to press against his hole. Knows this, too, will annoy him. That when he’s this worked up he just wants him to jump right in. But Eddie loves fingering Steve. Loves feeling him open up slowly until he’s begging for more. He can’t draw this out like he’d like to. Like he would if they were at home and he had Steve sprawled out on the bed. They don’t have time for that here. But he thinks they can play a little longer before his presence is missed too much. Before Chrissy comes knocking on every door in this hallway looking for her lost cash cow. And he’s going to enjoy this until she does.

He leans forward and lets a trail of spit drip down Steve’s crack. He grabs a cheek and pries them open, making room for it to run down and coat Steve’s hole and slip down the side of his finger. Eddie swirls it around a little before pressing in, mouth quirking up at the side when Steve lets out a sigh of relief. Like this is exactly what he needed. Like his body couldn’t relax until it had some part of Eddie inside it. He doesn’t waste any time before slipping a second finger in, leaning down to press a kiss to Steve’s neck when he lets out a little whine. Starts moving them, pressing deep, rubbing over his prostate until he’s panting every breath and writhing against the shelves, pushing roughly back onto Eddie’s fingers. 

Eddie pulls himself free, ignoring the whine of protest he gets in response, and grabs his aching dick, stepping forward and lining himself up. He wraps a hand around Steve’s mouth as he pushes in, cutting off the groan that escapes from Steve as he sinks in. 

“Gotta be quiet, sweetheart.” He says it sweetly, even as he pulls his hips back and slams them forward, pushing Steve further into the shelves and makes another moan get caught against his hand. He can’t help it. Steve feels so good. Hot and tight around him and making such pretty noises for him. Always so good. Always the best. Even when Eddie doesn’t deserve it. Even when he’s been an absolute ass. 

“Fuck, baby.” 

He’s not going to last long. Not after so much teasing and playing with Steve. He sets a quick pace. They should probably get their clothes back on as soon as possible, anyway. They have to be pushing their luck at this point. Eddie reaches around with his free hand, grabbing Steve’s semi-hard dick, not quite recovered for his last orgasm, grins at the little hiss he gets in response. Knows he’s probably still a little oversensitive. Though it hasn’t stopped him from absolutely dripping with precum. Eddie lets out a groan as he feels it coat his hand, rubbing it up and down Steve’s length. Hoping the combination of this and pounding into his prostate will be enough to–

Steve’s muffled moans grow louder, a jumble of ‘oh fuck’ mixing in with them as he spills over Eddie’s hand again, clenching hard around him and reaching up to grab roughly at Eddie’s hair as he comes down, body going lax against the shelves. Eddie groans as he pounds into Steve, hips slamming against his perfect ass as he chases his own release, following him over the edge quickly and filling Steve up. His brain goes absolutely feral at the thought of him walking around this awful party with Eddie’s cum slowly leaking out of him and ruining his underwear. He hopes Steve doesn’t leave as soon as they get out of this closet. That he can convince him to stay, even just a little longer. That he won’t leave him alone again. 

Eddie takes a few deep breaths, holding Steve close and peppering kisses along his back and shoulders before easing himself back, and out, grabbing the discarded towel from earlier to wipe himself and Steve up again and letting out a little sigh as he pulls his pants back up and watches Steve do the same, his movements heavy and sloppy like he’s not completely in charge of his body yet. 

Eddie tugs him forward by his belt loops and swats his hand away, doing up his pants for him, and tucking his now very wrinkled shirt into the waistband for him. Grins at the way Steve’s cheeks flush red, like this is embarrassing him. Not, you know, getting fucked in a dirty supply closet. That was fine. But his boyfriend helping him dress is just too much to handle.

Eddie reaches up and drags his thumb along Steve’s chin and leans in to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You still mad at me?”

Steve rolls his eyes and rests his arms on Eddie’s shoulders, hands finding their way to play with the curls at the base of his neck. “I guess you’re forgiven.” He says it with an attitude but his face breaks out in a little grin and his eyes are doing the thing Eddie loves. When he looks at him like he’s the most precious thing in the world. Even though Eddie knows that isn’t true. It couldn’t be. Because he’s holding the most precious thing in the world. He leans in for another kiss. Draws this one out a little more before sighing again. “Welp. Now that the fun is over…”

He glances at the door, kicking his foot against it uselessly. “Where the fuck is Chrissy?”

[bullet-prooflove]

Flavours: Che 'Taza' Romero (feat: Michael 'Riz' Ariza)

Tagging: @drabbles-mc @ficnation @keyweegirlie @aconfusedidentity @anime-weeb-4-life, @danzer8705 @adaydreamaway08 @librarian1002 @creativitybeware @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist

Riz has always known that Taza was gay. He picked up on it early within their friendship. Whilst his brothers took women to bed, he played cards and sipped whiskey at the poker table. There were other signs, the occasional flicker of interest when a man walked by, the shyness in his gaze if their eyes met. Riz has spent his entire life observing people’s behaviour, back in the orphanage and then in the whorehouse, he knows attraction when he sees it.

The change in Taza is subtle. It starts with small, bashful smiles and develops into lingering touches, ones where Taza doesn’t want to let go. That’s how Riz knows that it’s turns intimate, he remembers being the same when him and Songbird had first gotten together, and he had been trying to keep it under the radar.

They’re sitting at a table in the breakroom, sharing a coffee when Riz tries to approach it. They’ve been mapping out the operational aspects of the programmes at the community centre when Riz sets down his pen.

“It’s nice to see you happy.” He says quietly.

His eyes stray to Ben who’s talking to the pink haired girl from the coding course Bottles has been running. Taza follows his gaze before he clears his throat and turns his attention back to the paperwork in front of him.

“Che…” Riz says and that gets Taza’s attention because no one in the MC ever calls him by his first name. “I’ve been known to try a different flavour from time to time, it’s not my favourite flavour but it’s not a bad one.”

“Your favourite flavour wears black silk and sings like an angel.” Taza responds as he toys with his own pen between his fingers.

“And yours wears button up shirts and has a beard that I am very envious of.” Riz counters, rubbing his palm across his jawline.

There’s silence between the two of them before Taza breaks it.

“Were you worried that the others would find out?”

“Neron did find out. He saw the guy coming out of my room the next day.” Riz tells him, his lips twitching up into a smile. Taza can only imagine the sight that Neron was subjected to. Riz’s poor one night stand, fucked out and wrecked as Riz kissed him goodbye on the doorstep of the motel room. He’s seen younger man do it a thousand times before when he’s been with women, he can’t see it changing with a guy. “It didn’t bother him either way.”

Taza sighs, twisting the pen between his fingers.

“Things are different now.” Riz says, using his hands to articulate. “We’re different now. The club isn’t the same as it was. Nobody’s going to shame you for loving who you love, especially not the people who care about you.”

“It’s not about shame, not entirely.” Taza tells him, his voice rough. “I lost someone when I was with Vatos Malditos, my David…”

Taza swallows hard against the ache in his chest. There’s an anguish when he talks about David, it sits in the space underneath his ribs, squeezing his heart like a fist.

“He was killed when El Palo found out about the two of us, he slit his own brother’s throat. That hate, the memory of it, makes it hard to move forward.”

Something like that it stays with you, it gives Riz insight into his friend’s mentality. He understands why Taza has kept his sexuality a secret, why he hasn’t allowed himself to experience the joy or the pleasure of losing yourself in a lover. It devastates Riz, that the man he respects has suffered so much, that he’s been forced to suppress the truth about who he is.

“I’m sorry.” Riz says, his palm coming to rest upon Taza’s arm, squeezing it tightly. He can’t convey how he means those words because Taza has given him so much over the years. He taught him to embrace who he was, to channel his negative emotions into something healthier, it was Taza who gave him his love of music, who bought him his first guitar when he was just a broke teenager.

“I love Ben.” Taza tells him earnestly. “He’s bright, vibrant and he’s so unashamed about who he is. He deserves better than to be some dirty secret.”

“Then don’t let him be one.” Riz says forcefully. “What happened to David was horrible but we’re not Vatos Malditos and Bishop is not El Palo. You’ve seen him with these kids, he doesn’t care if their LGBTQ or not, as long as they’re happy, it’s the same with you.”

Taza’s gaze flickers up to meet Riz’s. He sees a lifetime of hurt in those eyes, of fear and shame but he also sees hope, hope for a future where Taza can be with the man he loves without violence, without tragedy.

“Maybe it’s time to make a change.” Riz tells him, leaning back in his seat. “Maybe it’s time you allowed yourself be happy.”

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Trick or Treat? TREAT!

Vampire Kakashi for @strawberrystepmom <3 for this event, literally going insane about this oops, thank u sm for sending smth in

There's something off about Kakashi, and you intend to find out.

wc: 1.0k

cw/tags: borderline stalker behaviour (reader), kakashi is a vampire, twilight reference? maybe, implied blood drinking after this scene is over

You’ve known Kakashi for some time now, but he still is full of mysteries. Because sometimes he looks like he aged ten years, all heavy shoulders, pale skin and dark eyebags, and the rest of the time, he looks almost like a young adult still getting to know the world around him, all grins, laughter and mischief. And you have to admit, you’re curious. How is this man cheating time, or he just has a really good skincare routine. Either way, you wanted to know the details, even if it just means to have that glowing skin in the early mornings. 

So, you investigate, you don’t do anything dangerous or illegal, even if only borderline legal. But you study his schedule, trying to find a rhyme or reason to the way his entire mood changes. And as much as you try to look into it, there’s no connection between his work life, his non-existent relationships, and the erratic changes. 

After months of investigation, you decide to do one last thing, one last try to discover the truth: you’re going to follow him home. Just once, hopeful you might catch the exact way he’s doing whatever he’s doing. 

With that decision, one day you start tailing him. And at first, his way seemed normal, getting groceries, chatting with older ladies. Until it started getting late, that’s when he slowly made his way to the edge of the forest, walking along the borders, following no real path. At this stage, you had to keep a bigger distance between you and him, lest he discovers you before anything really happens. 

A couple of meters behind, you continue to follow him with slow, careful steps, until he finally enters a big mansion, and you just stop in front of it, stunned. How did he own such a place? And why would he keep it a secret? 

You frown at the front door, refusing to reach that level of behavior, so you try to sneak a peek through the window. To your misery, there were heavy curtains in front of them, barring you from seeing inside at all. 

A curse slips over your lips, and you resign, you can only go home now, maybe even give the whole operation up as a whole. You were about to turn around, when the door suddenly opens, and you can’t help but flinch a couple of steps away, skin getting hotter at the prospect of getting caught. 

“Good evening. How long did you want to wait in front of the door?” Kakashi asks, leaning against the door frame, something like amusement glinting in his dark eyes. 

“Uh, I– I was just about to go?” you croak, trying to find the chance to turn around and flee. 

He cocks his head, contemplating. “Well, you already made quite an effort to tail me all day, why not come in and rest? Drink a cup of tea?”

You splutter, embarrassment flooding into your brain as he seems to have known all along, so you nod, accepting his proposal. 

He nods, too, opening the door wider to allow you to enter his place. And as you walk in, you notice how dim the light inside is, how no sun is able to penetrate these heavy curtains, and you can’t help but frown. This cannot be healthy in any way. But you’d rather die than to tell him that you question his decor choices. 

So, you just follow him silently, taking a seat in the living room, and this place reminds you of some gothic manor, all soft and expensive. 

He sits opposite you, crossing his feet in an elegant manner, and for some reason this doesn’t feel like the Kakashi you know, it’s almost like there’s a wholly different person in front of you, and you get goosebumps at the thought of him being a total stranger. 

“So–”

“I’m sorry! Don’t murder me, it would be a shame to get blood stains on this beautiful sofa, it’s not worth it, is it?” you start rambling, trying to convince him to not kill you, you value your life, and everyone makes mistakes, why should you die for it?

A chuckle interrupts your frantic thoughts. “Don’t worry, I won’t. But because you put in the effort to ‘investigate’ what’s wrong with me, I shall just tell you. And I’m telling you this, because no one will believe you,” he explains in his deep voice, compelling you to just listen to him. “Well, you see, it’s simple, really. I’m a vampire.”

“Are you fu–”, you stop in the middle of your complaint, putting the pieces together. If he drinks blood, he looks rejuvenated, and if he has abstained for too long, he looks like he’s about to meet his early grave, and you’ve never seen him without his mask, or eating anything. “Wait… But what about the sun?”

“My skin is barely exposed to the sun like that, and this bit of exposition won’t hurt me as long as I take my time to repose in the dark,” he explains, his eyes telling you how funny your reaction is to him. 

And you can’t help but wonder how he looks without the mask, all fangs and blood, dark eyes heavy and lidded after a satisfying drink. You swallow and take a deep breath. 

“Uhm, wow, okay. I was not expecting this… Can I– Can I see your fangs? Only if you feel comfortable to do so, I was just wondering…” you trail off, as he pulls his mask down without hesitation, and in front of you suddenly sits someone with such beauty, your mind needs some time to reboot. 

There they are, his fangs, glinting and sharp, and barely biting into the skin of his lips. You wonder how much they hurt. How they would feel against your skin, against your neck. 

You can’t help but stare at him, one question remaining. “How does it work?”

His eyes, suddenly heavy, glance all over your face, only to graze your neck. “Do you want to find out?”

[vicvinegarandhughhoney]

the harder the rain, honey the sweeter the sun

Fandom: AP Bio

Pairing: Jack Griffin/Lynette Hofstadter

Prompt: Motion Sickness

Jack gets motion sick. That's it.

(TW for vomit)

Read here or below the cut

“Ralph, if you do not let me sit at the front of this goddamn bus I swear I’m going home right now.”

Jack’s late to the school trip, because of course he is, and Lynette watches him from her window seat at the back of the bus with a bemused smile on her face. He's stood outside directly facing Durbin, arms crossed like an army staff sergeant even as his entitled behaviour spills over into brat territory. He apparently wants to sit at the front. Bad. 

“I’m sorry, Jack, but you arrived nearly-” Durbin checks his watch. “Half an hour after you were supposed to get here- if you'd been here on time, I might have been able to get you a seat near the front, but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do now.”

Jack huffs exasperatedly, turning to glare at his front-seated opponents. “Half the kids up there could easily swap seats to somewhere further up the bus. It's ridiculous.”

Durbin shrugs. “Maybe, but they're all settled now. You’ll cause commotion if you try to change them all around like that. You know how many rivalries there are in high school, Jack? Hundreds.”

“I don't care whether they declare world war three because of me, Ralph! Just move them around!”

But for once, Durbin is putting his foot down. He shakes his head, and gestures to the door of the bus. 

“Not possible. Now c’mon, man. Go sit down before you make things harder than they have to be.”

Lynette can tell Jack is pissed- he has that same vein popping in his neck which appears when someone criticises Henry David Thoreau. Still, he seems to consider admitting defeat on the bus front preferable to embarrassing himself by pushing it further, so with flaming cheeks he storms up the steps and down the aisle towards her. The moment he flops into the seat next to her, she arches a brow. 

“Is it so bad sitting next to me?”

He sighs. Shakes his head gently, even as tension remains in every limb. “It’s not that, Lyns. I would’ve got you to sit next to me wherever in the bus we ended up.”

She frowns. “So? What's the big deal with sitting back here then?”

There's a split second where Jack’s cheeks flush even redder, right before he composes himself and shrugs. 

“It’s… it’s nothing. Just- you get a better view from the front, s’all.”

A better view? She’s not about to press it, but God is he particularly bad at lying today.

The engine soon starts to rumble, and Durbin stands at the front of the bus to begin his spiel about seatbelts and behaviour. They’re going to the Toledo Museum of Art, not MOMA, but evidently the future reputation of Whitlock is at stake here. Durbin means business. 

Jack seems a little distanced during the speech, which is to be expected. Lynette catches him fiddling with his buckle for a while, shifting in his seat to get comfortable, rummaging around in his bag, etc etc. At one point, she reaches out a hand to catch his, hovering as it is over a bracelet on his other arm that he's been slingshotting against his skin for a minute straight. 

“Hey, you’re gonna hurt yourself if you're not careful.” She chides gently. 

Jack doesn't say anything, merely rouges a little further and pulls his sweater secretively over his wrist so the bracelet is no longer visible. Huh. Odd. 

“Alright,” Durbin finishes, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

He swings round to sit down, and almost immediately the bus lurches forward. Lynette doesn't miss the way Jack’s hands leap out to grab hold of the edges of his seat (even if he does pull them away again almost as soon as they find purchase). 

She raises an eyebrow in silent question, but he keeps his gaze forwards, Adam's apple bobbing. If she were a betting woman, she'd wager that something's bothering him. 

If only she knew what it was. 

The first ten minutes of the journey Jack spends with his eyes shut, hands fidgeting in his lap. He flinches at the occasional bump in the road but other than that? He's still as a statue. 

Things take a turn around the twenty minute mark, though. He opens his eyes, and there's a slight flash of panic in them- one that he conceals well except when they roll over yet another speed bump, at which point his pupils dilate with obvious fear and his hands reach down again to grip at his seat. His moments of stillness are over, too. Now, he’s shifting uncomfortably in his seat like no position is bearable for his old bones. Lynette grins. 

“These Toledo roads too juddery for you, old man? You look like you're worried you're gonna step off with bruises.”

Jack wears an unbelievably fake smile for a second, until another pothole wipes it clean off his face- as well as, apparently, every ounce of colour.

The flush on his cheeks has completely disappeared, replaced by an uncanny pallor that Lynette has only seen on him once, when he was so sick with the flu he couldn't even hold his own head up. She frowns.

“You alright?”

He nods, too quick to be sincere, then hurriedly leans down to rummage through the bag at his feet. From it he withdraws a little orange pill bottle, pours a few into his hand, and tips them back shakily. Follows it up with a meagre sip of water.

Lynette spies the label just before he shoves the bottle right back down into the bag.

Dramamine.

Oh. Oh.

He must notice her expression change, because he suddenly looks at her imploringly. Desperately. She expects him to tell her they need to pull over, but instead he swallows, appearing more nauseated by the second, and murmurs,

“Please- please don't tell anyone.”

Lynette's heart breaks a little.

“Oh, hon, you know that I’d never tell anybody something you didn't want them to know… still, do you want me to go see if Durbin can get a seat change?” Jack’s eyes widen, and she puts a reassuring hand on his arm. “Look, I know you don't want him to know, but I’m sure that if he understood the reasoning behind you wanting a seat near the front, he might… Jack?”

She realises far too late that his eyes widening was not in fact a response to her suggestion, but instead a far more dire warning.

Now, he closes them entirely, trembling a little as he breathes rhythmically. There's sweat beading on the back of his neck.

“M… think I’m gonna be sick…” he murmurs weakly.

It's hardly a surprise. He's so pale now that it's even clear to some kids across the aisle that Mr Griffin? He isn't feeling so hot.

Lynette swears under her breath. Unbuckles her belt.

“Alright, hold on, Jack, just hold on- I’m gonna go tell the driver to stop, okay?”

As she stands, he gropes shakily about the air for her arm, before finding and clutching it.

“W-wait, Lyns, don't go.” His eyes remain squeezed shut. His other hand keeps that vice-like grip on his seat.

Lynette feels truly sorry for him. God, she does. She can see kids from further away in the bus starting to gossip now- after all, she's stood, and her boyfriend is holding her arm like it's the only thing keeping him tethered to this realm while he swallows convulsively.

“I gotta get the driver, sweetheart, but I promise I'll be back.”

She reaches up to briefly swipe her thumb along the jut of his cheekbone; watches him melt, shuddering, into the touch before she reluctantly pulls away and hurries into the aisle. The bus continues thundering along the roads, sending her teetering this way and that while she tries to move forward in a way that makes even her queasy. She dreads to think how Jack’s holding up with the movement.

Eventually, she reaches the front. Durbin is sat talking to Helen, but he trails off when he sees Lynette approaching the driver.

“Ms Hofstadter? What are you doing?”

She ignores him. There isn't time for explanatory remarks.

“Excuse me, driver?”

The guy’s wearing shades and a little earpiece (way too high-end for goddamn Toledo) and at first he doesn't seem to hear her, so she clears her throat and tries again.

“Excuse me? Driver?”

He starts, eyes flitting from the road to her desperate expression.

“Uh, can I help you?”

“I need you to pull over.”

Durbin leans forward to tap her on the shoulder.

“Uh, Miss Hofstadter, I’m afraid we can't just-”

“Ralph, it's important.”

“-stop the bus for every whim, we'll be there soon and-”

“Ralph.” Lynette says brusquely, turning to look at him. “If we don't stop this bus right now, Jack is going to… Ralph… everywhere.”

Durbin frowns, mouthing the words as if to make sense of them. It takes a few seconds, but soon his own eyes are widening with realisation.

“He’s…?”

“Motion sick.” Lynette confirms with a nod. “And he's not looking good back there, Durbs. We have to pull over. Now.”

Thankfully, Durbin sighs. Nods to the driver, who's been listening in to the conversation and looks pretty damn eager to spare his bus from the havoc which could ensue if he doesn't follow Lynette's instructions.

The moment she knows the bus is starting to slow, she speedwalks back up the aisle towards Jack, who’s now hunched over, whole body trembling slightly. He has a fist held to his mouth, the other arm now slung protectively around his stomach.

“Hey, sweetheart?” She crouches down next to him in the aisle, uncaring that everybody’s eyes are now on them. “Jack?”

She rubs him gently on the arm and he rears his head, looking utterly miserable.

“We’re pulling over now.” She soothes, stroking the wispy hair at the back of his neck, damp with sweat. “Just a few more seconds and we can get off this bus, alright, hon?”

He closes his eyes again, groaning softly as at last the movement grinds to a halt.

“Alright, up we get, sweetheart. That’s it. Nice and slow.”

Clearly too sick to give a shit about how he's perceived, Jack lets Lynette half haul him up from his seat, her hand remaining on the small of his back as she walks him down the aisle of the bus towards the door. His steps are wobbly. Everything's still trembling.

By the time their shoes hit the asphalt, Jack’s footsteps grow more urgent, and Lynette follows him into the woods by the roadside. He’s clearly hoping to get far enough in that his unravelling isn't witnessed by the multitude of high schoolers only metres away, many now with their faces pressed against the glass to see what's happening. Unfortunately, though, his body isn't so kind as to let him get out of sight before he doubles over, retching painfully.

Lynette’s brow knits with concern. “Oh, Jack.”

Her hand moves to rub circles into his quivering back, all his muscles taut with anticipation. One of his fists is still held vaguely in front of his mouth, the other hand splayed out on his knee.

“It’s alright, hon. Just relax, okay? You’ll feel better afterwards, I promise.”

He shakes his head briefly, wordlessly, but immediately ducks back down again as his body makes another attempt at expelling everything in his stomach. This time it’s pretty successful, and Lynette turns her head away, eyes closing with sympathy at the sound of his breathless heaving.

“There we go. Good job, Jack. You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”

She continues to reassure him for another minute give or take, wincing every so often at how violent and painful everything appears to be, until at last it dissipates into panting and the gentler sound of Jack spitting into the dirt. 

Accompanied, at last, by a weak exhalation that sounds more like a sob. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re alright… Feel any better?”

Shakily, he pulls himself upright and swipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. Turns to her, tears of exertion and defeat running down his cheeks. 

Nods. 

“D-don’t feel so s-sick, just… just t-tired. And- and e-embarrassed.”

Lynette surreptitiously takes his hand. Squeezes it. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Jack. These things happen, right?”

“But the kids-”

“The kids have 15 second attention spans- they’ll see a sculpture that looks kinda like a penis at the museum and this’ll be a distant memory.”

Jack swallows, still shaky. “I- I guess.”

“You ready to head back to the bus, hon? Durbs is bound to let us sit near the front now, and you can take some more Dramamine as well. I’m pretty sure you puked up that other stuff.”

The tips of his ears redden slightly as he nods. He still looks mortified, but at least when Lynette gently tugs on his hand, he follows her back to the bus (even if he does avoid looking up at any of the windows). 

There's a lively buzz of chatter when they approach, but the moment they ascend the stairs, the whole vehicle sinks into silence. Jack’s grip on Lynette's hand tightens. 

“Hey, Jack.” Durbin says, voice soft. Lynette's sure this tone frustrates Jack more than anything. He isn't weak. He isn’t delicate. 

Well, maybe he is a little, but that's okay. It doesn't mean he needs to be spoken to like he's about to crumple at any moment. 

“I got a few of the kids to move.” Durbin continues. “Hopefully the seats up front’ll be, uh, better for you. Do you…” He looks up tentatively to Lynette now. “Does he need a bag or something? We carry a few for the travel sick kids but-”

Jack pulls away from Lynette and walks quickly to the new seats, ignoring Durbin’s small plea for him to hang on. Lynette watches him slink into the row of two seats that's now free and buckle himself into the one nearest the window, cheeks aflame and eyes fixed on the scenery outside. 

She turns back to Durbin. “I’ll take one of the bags just in case.” She says in a low voice, slipping the one she receives into her pocket. “But for the love of God don't compare Jack to a travel sick kid, and don’t speak about him like he isn't there.”

Durbin stammers. “I- I wasn’t trying to-”

Lynette sighs. “I know… I know. He’s just feeling a little sorry for himself, and the last thing he needs is more humiliation- even if it isn't intentional.”

She gives him a small smile to show she isn't really upset (her tone often slips into confrontational when Jack’s wellbeing is concerned) and quickly slips into the seat beside her boyfriend. He’s still looking blankly out the window, Adam's apple bobbing every so often to conceal the rising emotion. 

Carefully, she reaches down for his bag (already placed at his feet by a student- probably Heather) and retrieves the little bottle of Dramamine. She measures out a couple of pills and holds them in the palm of her outstretched hand for Jack.

“Hey. Sweetheart. Gonna take some more meds for me?”

He turns slowly towards her, cheeks still stained with tear tracks. Thankfully, he doesn't put up a fuss about the Dramamine- merely tips them back and settles into his seat. It's a clear sign that he's exhausted. 

“Here.” She offers him his bottle of water. “You know what I say about dry-swallowing shit. C’mon. Chase it down with something. I think you need the fluids anyway.”

His hands are still trembling when he takes the water bottle (it could be why he was reluctant to get it himself), and he swallows the sips extra cautiously like he's still afraid he’ll hurl at any moment. 

“Good job, Jack.” She whispers. 

At the front of the bus, Durbin stands up briefly, directing a questioning glance and a thumbs up towards Lynette.

We good to go?

She gives him a reciprocal thumbs up.

Good to go. 

In truth, she really isn't sure whether Jack is good to go. She doesn't know how travel sickness works, whether he's going to be fine now that he's got everything out of his system or whether the moment the engine starts back up again, she’ll need to reach for that bag in her pocket. What she does know, however, is that the longer they stay stopped here, the more Jack is going to feel the weight of everybody's eyes on his. The more the shame will grow. 

So she sits back as the bus rumbles to life, and reaches out to take his clammy hand in hers.

It doesn't take long for him to drift off- the medication, the stress, and pure physical exhaustion render sleep inevitable. He tries to fight it at first, perhaps still too self-conscious to submit to yet another display of ‘weakness’, but his blinks grow more languid by the second, and his breaths begin to slow of their own accord. The endless Ohio roads melt into one great snaking blob in the steadily misting window pane. 

His chin tips forward a few times, then jerks back up, before at last Lynette eases his head against her shoulder, squeezing his hand. 

“Go to sleep, sweetheart.” She murmurs into his ear as the kids chatter about nothing important around them. 

He sinks fully against her. Clearly, permission was all he needed. 

She snakes a hand around his back so she can wrap her arm around him and subtly stroke his hair. Pulls him even closer. Presses a kiss to his forehead. 

Half a mile down the road, they’ll arrive at their destination and the kids will file out of the bus. Some will pause in the aisle, curiosity piqued. 

“Is Mr Griffin alright?” They’ll whisper, touchingly conscious of keeping their voices down. 

Lynette will smile gently. “He hasn’t been feeling very well, that's all. He’ll be alright soon, I promise.”

They’ll nod their heads sympathetically, and soon will file off like the rest. Jack and Lynette will be left alone. Even the bus driver will abandon his post for the time being. 

Still, Jack will sleep. 

Still, Lynette will stay. 

[acrylicscore]

Official dubbing this idea Lapis Swap.

I actually completed better sketches and drawings today, then decided to do a digital version. I couldn’t be bothered to shade the digital version, but I’ll go back to it eventually.

Anyway, undercut of the AU is underneath.

So Jesse and Ivor swap places; Jesse becoming part of the Order, and Ivor just being a regular guy.

Jesse was found by the Order at a young age (around the age of 7), and was cared for by the Order. He officially joined the Order a short time later, as the adults quickly learned that the child was a prodigy in Potionology/Brewing. The child acted as a Healer and often had the right potion for the right job.

A year after joining, the Ender Dragon was defeated. Jesse wasn’t allowed to follow into The End, so he didn’t know the command block was used.

The Order split up, but decided they’d still share custody of Jesse. So, every month Jesse was passed on from one Order member to the next. This cycle only happened twice. By Soren’s second time caring for the boy, he became overwhelmed by the idea that the public might find out about the command block. He then made the decision to give the command block to Jesse, which was his first mistake. Jesse managed to figure out that the cammond block was used against the Ender Dragon and started asking Soren questions. So, in response, Soren did what a logical mildly-unstable man would do… he took Jesse to the Farlands and left him there, then lied and said the child disappeared with the command block. This is what caused the Order to actually fall apart. Magnus and Ellegaard started blaming each other for the child’s behaviour, Gabriel felt the need to blame himsef but did his best to push the problem to the side, and Soren hid himself away to keep that extra secret hidden.

The spiteful 8-year-old arc begins, spiraling into the edgy teenager that wants to fight back against the word arc.

Meanwhile, Ivor is a lovable old man that mainly looks after Axel and Olivia. This man may seem like a grumpy old guy that spends his days brewing or reading, but he has a soft spot for teenagers that are just as quirky as him.

Ivor has a lot of kids; Olivia and Axel, Petra when she comes around, and the Ocelots. Petra came eventually around to the idea, since she’s occasionally popping in to see Olivia and Axel. The Ocelots were claimed as his children at a previous Building Competition. Aiden and Gill especially like Ivor, though Aiden doesn’t like to show it that much.

Anyway, Ivor is basically the main character, and his goal is to adopt a new child that desperately needs love.

Everything plays out normally, but with Ivor as the supervising adult.

I like to think that everything’s reasonably chill between the Ocelots and Axel & Olivia, due to Ivor, but they still have their tensions. I’m instead going to incorporate both teams into the story for the sake of it.

Ivor heads out into the woods just before Endercon, wanting to collect a few spider eyes for potions, and encounters Petra. She tells him about the deal and such, and into Endercon they go.

They get to Endercon and find the two teams chatting about the winner’s build. Ivor and Petra head into the alley, but Aiden follows in due to curiosity. Jesse shows up, Ivor and Aiden a bit taken aback that its a child wanting this Wither Skull. They get scammed, Jesse disappears, and Endercon search ensues.

They find the basement and the Wither concoction, and Jesse enters which causes them to scatter. Ivor then pulls an “I’m sorry I got lost on my way to the bathroom”, allowing the other children to escape.

Lmao, Gabriel confrontation time. Instead of hiding in the crowd, Jesse instead used backstage shenanigans to get into the roof. He speaks from above, taunting Gabriel, before jumping down to reveal himself. Of course, Gabriel doesn’t understand who this is straight away, but realises a bit too late. Witherstorm is released.

Petra is of course chosen to be rescued, because Ivor will choose his child over some guy any day.

Jesse’s name isn’t mentioned whatsoever until the gang find the Old Temple and original story.

Ellegaard and Magnus are extra bitter towards each other.

Ivor and Petra fight a Jesse and loses to him miserably, even with back up.

Soren is mildly terrified of a bunch of teenagers and their dad rocking up to his base in The End. He isn’t really too fond of company this time, as he feels constant guilt and hate for himself for the choices that he made.

The children decide that Ivor is too old to set of the Formidabomb, so Aiden is volunteered as tribute.

Neither Magnus or Ellegaard are sacrificed, because my thinking is “more people so less likely to get smacked.” Both live, as Aiden was given makeshift armour by Ivor, who apparey had stolen resources.

Jesse shows up to the gang’s shelter. Axel and Aiden immediately start pointing fingers at the child, much to Ivor’s dismay. Also, when the Order come out, they don’t know who they’re looking at until Maya mentions that Jesse was the one that soawned the Witherstorm.

Ellegaard and Magnus immediately start hassling the boy with questions, but when asked “Why did you gave the command block?”, Jesse immediately tossed that question to Soren. A bit of an arguement happens, but it is revealed that Soren abandoned Jesse.

Ellegaard stays with Petra in the shelter to try and help. Axel, Magnus, Aiden and Gill go to distract the Witherstorm. The rest go to the Farlands with Jesse to get the failsafe.

Reuben exists, he’s just the guard pig at Jesse’s lab.

The truth about the Order is revealed.

Ivor has a heart-to-heart moment with Jesse. He offers that, when this is all over, Jesse could come back with them and have a new start. Jesse does like the idea, but is unsure.

The children don’t let Ivor fight this fight against the Witherstorm, so its the teenagers (including Jesse) against the Witherstorm. Jesse and Gill end up inside the thing, because more Gill content.

Witherstorm dies, nobody important dies.

New Order of the Stone is formed by the teenagers, and Jesse takes Ivor’s offer to come join him and his other children in a brand new start.

And that is the first half of Season 1.

I haven’t thought any further ahead about the AU, but I am open to ideas.

Anyway, have a Ra Ra Rasputin Ivor.

[mnmovdoom]

DAY 7 - Shaking Hands (Jango Fett & Boba Fett)

Ever since the job on Atzerri, Jango had been strange - for Boba’s standards, that is. His dad was usually quiet, but never brooding - and now it had been almost an entire week of Jango brooding by the window instead of playing with Boba.

Something must’ve happened in that job, Boba was certain of it. But his dad wouldn’t tell him what was wrong - which was also very unlike him, because Jango always told Boba about his jobs and made him take notes to study for his own jobs in the future. Boba took studying very seriously… and yet the only thing he had learned on Atzerri was that he needed more practice to become a proper sniper…

Which was a very unsatisfying amount of knowledge.

But what genuinely bothered Boba was his dad’s odd behaviour, and since Jango didn’t talk on his own… Boba decided to ask him about it. Setting his spaceship toy aside, Boba stood up and went to join Jango on the couch, where he was cleaning his WESTARs with a rag. The little smile of acknowledgement he got from Jango emboldened him to be inquisitive, so he just turned to face his dad and folded his legs under himself:

“You’ve been weird since that last job,” Boba pointed out, noticing that the polishing motions on the blaster currently getting cleaned slowed down. “What’s wrong, dad? Are you upset with something?”

At first, there was no answer. Jango simply stared at the blaster and at the rag, pensive, his permanent scowl deepening some more. Until finally, Jango sighed and set the blaster and the rag on the carpeted floor:

“I’m upset, yeah…” Jango agreed, keeping his eyes on his hands. Jango was always stiff: his back was always straight, his shoulders always squared, his head always held up high. Boba knew his dad had been a soldier once, then a leader, but now that he was his own man, that discipline still clung to his body. Boba always found it very impressive, and whenever Jango allowed his shoulders to slouch - like now, resting as he was against the back of the couch - Boba knew that he was either very tired or something was troubling him. “I’m upset at myself, son.”

“Why??” Boba’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “You finished the job! Isn’t that all that matters?”

For a moment, Jango didn’t reply. Boba kept his eyes on his dad’s face, studying him attentively. It seemed to him that, all of a sudden, Jango looked older, with more pronounced lines in the corners of his eyes; he also looked more tired, with darker rings under his eyes; he also looked more miserable, with the corners of his mouth turned downwards. Boba knew that his dad wasn’t a happy man, not unless Boba was around him. Obviously, talking about that particular job was hard for Jango, which concerned Boba greatly: his dad was the toughest! And there were no secrets between them, Jango always told him everything!

“It’s ok, dad…” Boba said hurriedly, reaching out to touch his dad’s hands. Boba wanted to tell his dad that it was ok if he didn’t want to talk, that he was sorry for pressing him. But no words made it past his lips.

Jango’s hands were shaking, and Boba had never seen something like that before. Was his dad sick??

“The job…” Jango muttered, taking Boba’s small hands in his big, warm, calloused, shaking hands. “... was to eliminate a clone that escaped the facilities.”

“Dad, you don’t need to-” Instinctively, Boba leaned closer and pressed himself to Jango’s side, keeping his eyes on how his dad’s hands kept shaking.

“No, I… I said there would be no secrets between us, son,” Taking in a deep breath, Jango held Boba’s hands a little tighter. Boba’s hands were so small that sometimes he worried they’d never be as big as his dad’s, even though he knew he’d look just like his dad once he grew up. “... the clone, I killed him. But… he had a son. A baby. That creature tried to live a life it wasn’t supposed to and became a liability to Tyranus, so I had to kill him. But…” Jango’s face had a haunted look now, and his grip on Boba’s hands grew a little painful. “... he had a son. Who’ll never know his father.”

There was silence after that, filled only by the permanent tapping of the rain on the windows. Boba was chewing at his bottom lip softly, processing. He had never seen his dad so shaken and it was scary. Jango was supposed to be invincible and let nothing get to him! When Jango, his hands still shaking, pulled Boba into his lap, Boba promptly wrapped his arms around Jango’s neck:

“I… I don’t understand, dad. You completed the job, why are you upset?” Boba scowled at himself, feeling stupid, and tucked his head under Jango’s chin. “The clone shouldn’t have escaped in the first place, right?”

“Right,” Jango agreed with a soft, contemplative voice. “But… sometimes, completing the job isn’t always the right thing to do, Bob’ika,” But if he hadn’t, then Tyranus would’ve taken measures, and Jango would rather orphan a clone’s son instead of getting his own son orphaned. Screwing his eyes shut, he held Boba tight against his chest. “Promise me you’ll always get the job done, son. No matter what.”

“I promise!” Boba replied enthusiastically, eager to please his father and too young and innocent to understand what Jango meant.

[dreamingsushi]

Eternal Love - Episode 33

I know, from already having watched the series and read the book that some very unpleasant events are coming. Don’t worry, nothing as painful as when Bai Qian was a poor human stuck in her palace, waiting to give birth to her baby. But still, it makes my blood boil just to think about it. So I’ll try to remain nice, but I don’t make any promises that I will.

Bai Qian fell asleep and when she wakes up, Ali is nowhere to be found. Fortunately, she had the bronze mirror and could see where Ali was... which was in a brothel. He followed a girl in there because a guy forced her in and he wanted to save her. Bai Qian tells him that he has to keep this adventure a secret between the two of them, not let his dad know. Yehua comes just back in time to save Bai Qian that is being harassed by a man. She brushes the incident as something unimportant, he just touched her a little. So he kisses her just a little, that’s fine then right? Then he goes back for the Emperor’s birthday while Bai Qian takes Ali back to Qing Qiu.

Even though I knew what was coming, I’m still so disgusted by Sujin. So her plan was to trick Yuanzhen, the second prince’s son, to her room. There she makes him unconscious and forces him to drink a whole lot of alcohol. She sends her maid asking for help because she’s going to pretend hang herself following being sexually abused by Yuanzhen. Who’s like a teenager, barely. I know I know, they are old and all in terms of years, but he’s still a kid. Like how could you do this to a child? People selfish like Sujin should be banned from existing seriously. I can’t fathom how can one destroy anybody’s life for their own little games. That’s not working hard to earn what you want. You don’t deserve anything. Ugly wench!

Yehua and his uncles are going to his palace where the Emperor is already dealing with the situation. I love how Yehua is just rolling his eyes at Sujin. He’s definitely like: I know you’re full of shit. Why do I still have to deal with you? She’s like please, let me die, please. I wish Yehua could just say alright, go hang yourself, good riddance. Unfortunately, the Emperor won’t let that happen, he likes Sujin too much and trusts her too much. That old dude is always in the way. Poor Yuanzhen, he tries to state the truth, but the Emperor won’t believe him. Of course. He doesn’t know to what lengths Sujin may go to “get” what she wants. So he gets sent to the mortal world to go through a 60 year long trial. The logic of the Emperor “You, his father, left with a woman and I never thought you would do something like that! No wonder your son did something so bad!” That guy... How did he even become the Emperor to begin with? So dumb.

Yehua warns her that next time she does shit like this, he won’t let it slide. The only reason she’s still alive right now is because she has Susu’s eyes in her eye orbits. When she dies, Susu’s eyes die with her. You see how worthless she is to him? And she made herself even more worthless. There you go, your stupid plan worked to perfection, right?

Since as Susu she never had any good memory in the palace, Yehua wants to start over with Bai Qian and have her fall for him. It’s alright she forgot.

More of Donghua and Fengjiu’s love story in the mortal realm. Very boring.

And that is all for today. I’m sorry if I offended any Sujin fan here, but she has no excuse for her behaviour except selfishness unlike other dislikable characters (for example Meng Yao in the Untamed who was an awful person, but I could still pity him for his sad sad sad life). Sujin’s only life problem is that her parents died. She was raised like a princess, sister of the Crown Prince. We can’t say she really has anything to be bitter about. I’m not trying to say that losing your parents is nothing, it’s hard at whatever age you are. But she had a happy life and only her own desires are guiding her.

[not-the-darknight]

Fang:

Where should I even begin?

...It all started when I was around 13 years, my mother announced her second pregnancy to me and my father.

Naturally I was happy for her, but my father didn’t share the same feeling.

It turned out that my mother had a very frail body, and just barely survived her pregnancy with me. So obviously my father was concerned.

Then their daily fights started, my Father would keep up trying to convince her to get rid of the baby, but just like me and Annie, she stayed stubborn. Their fights got worse when it was too late for an abortion...

I didn’t know whose side to be on, I understood my father and his intentions but I also understood where my mother was coming from.

In the end, they just kept fighting... every night...so that I couldn’t sleep.

After 6 months of her pregnancy, my father got called into the organisation he was working with.

He was told to investigate a secret mission of missing people.

About a month later, a colleague of his came to our house, and said that he... how did he phrase it? Oh yes „Unexpectedly went missing under unknown circumstances“ I wanted to kill that man for saying that, even though I knew it wasn’t his fault.

My mother was devastated, I can still hear her words repeating: “Had I known, would I have been different to him?”

And me, thirteen year old me, couldn’t find an answer for her. And grew quiet for a while and Mothers belly kept growing.

And then... A-And then...

I-I’m sorry, maybe a drink wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all...

Truly unfair of me, no? Leaving you with a cliffhanger like that.

He chuckled but it wasn’t a happy one*

((Mod - gonna add trigger warnings here for people to read))

(( mentions of abortion, mentions of death))

[I bring him a glass of wine and take a seat beside him this time]

Fang, if you don't feel like continuing, you don't have to. This is very hard even for adults to go through and you went through it at such a young age.

[I place a reassuring hand on his shoulder]

You're a good brother to Annie. Despite your eccentric behaviour, you raised her well.