#might affect their three yo

[phoenixkaptain]

I don’t want to get into a debate on whether or not Tim’s parents were actually abusive, but I do want to state outright that it doesn’t really matter, because Tim didn’t trust his parents.

What do I mean by this? Well, the beginning of Tim in comics is A Lonely Place of Dying (I’ve talked about it ad nauseum at this point) and one thing you may see people mention is what Tim says about his parents in it.

These are both from Batman (1940-2011) #441

Alfred asks, basically, “You do have parents, don’t you?” And Tim’s body language as he talks about them is strange to me.

Tim scratches his face. This is the only time Tim touches his face in these comics. And his eyes, he stops looking at Alfred, who he’s talking to, and looks at Dick, all the while changing the subject.

Is he lying? No. He’s uncomfortable. A part of this is that this interaction takes place before Tim tells them who he is, which Tim doesn’t want them to know. This is just the first time we see any hint of uncertainty on Tim. Interesting.

More interesting is, in the same issue

“I never told them, but for years I kept having the same nightmare over and over again.”

This is pretty clear cut. He doesn’t tell his parents things. He doesn’t tell them important things. And, well, it’s probably because he doesn’t talk to them very often

These two are from Batman (1940-2011) #444

First things first, Bruce brings up the subject. This isn’t the first time, post his introduction, that we see Tim and Bruce talking. They talk in #443. But Bruce has to broach the subject.

And Tim is avoidant. He says they don’t call often, and he isn’t bothered by it, or he doesn’t appear bothered by it. He doesn’t say what they’re fighting about, nor does he actually say what they’ll do if the trip doesn’t help. He’s very offhand about the whole thing. He almost treats it like he isn’t talking about his parents, but just two people in some circumstances he happens to know about.

Tim cuts Bruce off by pointing out the computer. He doesn’t want Bruce to finish, he doesn’t want Bruce making a promise he ultimately won’t keep, he doesn’t want Bruce to focus on him.

Tim’s relationship with his parents, especialy his father, is, from what I know, always presented in this detached way. Even in Young Justice, when Tim talks to his father, he does so through a newspaper. He doesn’t make eye contact, which is a strange thing because Tim always makes eye contact.

(That’s part of why Tim is a bit unnerving in his introduction. He is always making eye contact. Always.)

Tim doesn’t trust his parents. Why doesn’t he? Because they’re busy. Busy with work, busy with fighting, busy with each other. He doesn’t tell them things. He doesn’t tell them about his nightmares, he definitely didn’t tell them about his vacation week roadtrip, and he doesn’t tell them about Bruce.

Does that make them abusive? I guess not. Not in these issues, anyway. Down the line, I think his father especially crosses the line, but at this point? They’re mutually ignoring each other. Tim talks about his parents in a detached way, as though it doesn’t effect him. And, maybe it doesn’t. This was 1989, not exactly the pinnacle of mental health awareness with proficient knowledge of how absent parents effect the children they’ve not been raising.

Or, Tim used Batman and Robin as a proxy for affection, which is why he feels so strongly towards them and why he tells Alfred they mean everything to them and why Tim is unafraid in the face of his own death but panicky in the face of Alfred’s death. Batman and Robin are just his hyperfixation, something to obsessively focus on and keep track of to keep his head above the water, something he’s been obsessed with since he was three and saw Batman for the very first time, something he says himself he’s followed since he could read to the point that he listened to news reports on the off-chance Batman and Robin might be mentioned at the age of nine.

Who knows? ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯

[luminaryofblood]

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Right, but like...

... Picturing Mohg sustaining some of those injuries during that battle at Enir-Ilim, and it's like...

... Group effort from Ansbach, Thiollier and the Tarnished, tending to the wounds.

[lovingmayday]

Perhaps, can I request fem reader head canon separate with wbk boys

Character : suo, sakura and kaji

Surprise them with a kiss on the lips then she just run away because feeling flustered and not a having a courage to meet the boys for a while after that incident.

"kiss, kiss, fall in love!" — ft. suo hayato, sakura haruka, kaji ren

now playing : sakura kiss (ohshc theme) - chieko ochi

prompt : fem!reader surprises them with a kiss them and runs away. the reader figure out that they like the boys back and tries to confront them. she panics and end up kissing them.

notes : I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM ANON 🥰 i hope u like itt <33 would yall believe if i said ohshc is my fave anime. well, was* (its now like,, 4th). but it reigned for more or less 3 years. hikaharu and kyoya girlie here 🙋‍♀️

it's been a few days since he confessed his feelings for you and you haven't stopped thinking about it. it was gentle when he spoke to you, voice full of affection and shyness.

"i like you." three words that forcibly repeated themselves in your head like a mantra. your mind ran a hundred kilometers per minute—how long did he like me, when did he find out, how did he find out, does he really mean it, how do i feel about it.

while facing him, you silently racked your brain trying to find answers to respond, scared that he might take it back or misunderstand if you took too long. and he noticed that on the expression on your face.

a hand slowly reached for yours', thumb reassuringly carressing your knuckles. he told you that he didn't need a response right away. and that he was willing to wait for you.

good for him because you were quite impatient yourself.

you had intended to confront him the moment you confirmed that you liked him back—already having thought of a general script and direction of the conversation.

but of course, things don't go as planned. of course, you panic. of course, you mess up. you planned to simply open your mouth to speak—why the hell were they pressed against his'?!

suo hayato

he feels you quietly sneaking up to him from behind. he doesn't do anything about it—a smile on his lips as he anticipates what you're planning. though, he never could've predicted what you did.

his eyes widen when he feels himself being pulled in your direction. he doesn't stumble and he doesn't resist, sees you shut your eyes so hard that it creases as you kiss him.

you don't kiss him long and once your lips part, you don't observe his reaction. you don't even give him time to process before you bolt away, leaving him to himself.

suo regains his composure a few seconds later, the tips of his fingers raising to his lips, as if he'd experience it again if he touched the place you kissed him. he smiles to himself again and calmly continues his errand around town, your lips still lingering the back of his mind.

he seeks you out later the same day. he doesn't text you because the way you ran away meant you'd be too embarrassed to face him. he has a small mischevious smile on his face when he finds you outside a bakery by the display window, checking the newly-baked goods.

you were so focused that you don't notice him sneak to position himself beside you. he gently pulls your face by your chin. it doesn't register until he tilts your face up to plant a peck on your lips.

"payback."

sakura haruka

"what are yo—?!" his words muffle against your mouth.

sakura.exe has stopped working.

sakura's eyes widen like saucers and blood rushes to his head so fast he gets dizzy. he loses his mind whenever you're close to him—he thinks he's going to explode right now. he's overwhelmed by his senses—overwhelmed by you.

he inhales harshly, his hands twitch and suddenly they're on your shoulders, pushing you back. he catches his breath like he just ran a marathon. it takes you a few breaths before the realization hits you, your whole body tensing and your eyes mirroring his'.

he opens his mouth like he was about to stutter out a few words but you couldn't face him anymore. you gulp down the lump in your throat and slap sakura's hands off as you sprint away.

his eyebrows furrow like right angles as he watches your figure run. what happens after was instinct. he chases after you, yelling your name like you wronged him.

passersby's heads start turning, most recognizing you and sakura, and few are from furin—asking themselves why the 1st grade captain is chasing after a girl who's face is equally as red as his'.

you know about sakura's athleticism. and you heard about the risa cat chase in your neighborhood. including the lengths he had to go through—scaling houses and jumping roofs like a superhero. there's a snowflake's chance in hell that he'll give up before he catches up to you.

you let out a frustrated sigh as you feel your energy depleting. you glance back to look how far back sakura w—...

where the fuck was he.

you didn't stop running. until you bump into something.

you'd stumble back if not for the hands that hold you still, shaking around both sides of your body.

sakura's face is still flushed when you meet it, now covered in a layer of sweat and a scowl that held no malice. his eyes scan your face for what could possibly be running through your head, faltering and softening when you end up staring at each other.

"y-you're so-!.. agh!!" steam comes out from his ears.

kaji ren

he was walking around the mall with you and his friends, his headphones on. he was focused on getting to the food court that he didn't notice the boys getting distracted with a new store that just opened.

you silently hype yourself up as you watch him walking alone and unaware. he feels a tap on his shoulder, removing one side of his headphone from his ear. then, he turns his head, eyes widening a second late as his lips come in contact with yours.

you positioned your head over his shoulder—to surprise him when he turned. you thought it'd be funny to see his reaction but you weren't really thinking that far ahead. the moment your lips part, his mouth still agape, you feel heat rush to your head and you didn't even realize that you were full on sprinting away. running and texting kusumi you left because 'something came up'.

you didn't even turn around to see if kaji had processed what happened.

he didn't.

he physically lags. he doesn't move. and barely breathes.

after a while, he blinks and slowly walks to the nearest wall. he takes his head phones off and slams his head against the cement.

he hears a yelp of his name from behind him, enomoto. and another yelp when he faces them and they see his face—red, flushed cheeks and a slight bruise forming on his forehead.

he doesn't see you for a while after that. he tries to meet up with you but you keep making excuses that you're sick, busy, or not home.

even without your presence, you haunt him. his lips tingle sometimes, like yours' ghost his'. and he catches himself spacing out so often, thinking about and repeating that experience, that his classmates get suspicious and worried.

he needs to see you. for an explanation. for his sanity.

one day, he just sees you around town during patrol and he rushes to you, grabbing your forearm before you notice him and run away again.

"a-are we really not going to talk about what happened??"

[slasherscream]

the absolute INSANITY of the pushing your s/o away thing with the crazy ass boy gang… it’s like triggering a dog’s prey drive but for serial killers w abandonment issues

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + PUSHING THEIR HAND AWAY/REJECTING AFFECTION

❥ who gets pissed the fuck off ❥

Billy Loomis - Is irritated off rip. Billy plays it cool but he needs physical affection from you. He’s casual about it so he flies under the radar, but this is a stage five clinger. He’s always doing something small. Touching your fingers. A hand on your back. Neck. Sitting behind you instead of putting you directly in his lap. It’s little stuff. Hovering. Smack his hand away one of these times and his jaw clenches right away. “What the hell is your problem?” Please snuggle up to him and don’t start world war 3. It’s not worth the joke. 

Kevin Khatchadourian - Quick question, why do this to yourself? Kevin does not need, nor does he particularly enjoy, physical contact. Period. He is gracious enough to give you physical contact because he knows you’re built different (pathetic). For you to then turn around and spit in the face of him being kind enough to meet your needs? …. Quite crazy of you. The look he gives you is pure confusion because he’s honest to God baffled. What do you want to accomplish here? Go ahead and start begging now, because he’s not touching you for a long while. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - Swings wildly between damn near dodging any physical affection you attempt to give him to hanging off you like a squid on a ship. No in-between. For you to have the audacity to reject him when he’s feeling clingy? How dare you. He doesn’t have to beg anyone for attention! Did you forget who you’re dating? Doesn’t even care if you did it with obvious playfulness. He’s sensitive. He’s tender. He’s a bitch. He goes to get up and leave entirely and you have to grab him and beg him to cuddle so this doesn’t become a week long cold war. Happy ego stroking! 

Stu Macher - What you’re not about to do is ruin his mood. Baby, he’s about to ruin yours. How about that? If you push his hands off you once he enjoys a little playful bitchiness. Playing hard to get. He likes to chase, it’s cool. Twice? Okay…. We’re irritating him. Three times? He’s gonna grab your hand, stop smiling, and stare at you. When he places his hand back where it belongs, on your thigh, don’t act up again. He could make your whole week go to shit. Don’t start wars you won’t win. He’s the king of playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes. 

Nathan Prescott - Has to bluster and get visibly pissed off because he is rejection sensitive to a degree that is astounding, frankly. Let you see him upset after he tried to be affectionate and you said no? Hah! Not fucking likely. Being physically affectionate in the first place doesn’t come easy to him. Quality time is more his speed. Even worse if it wasn’t a sexual advance he was making. He tried to wrap an arm around you and you shrug him off? You’ll be lucky to get a hello out of him for the next week. Good luck soldier.

David Mccall - Outwardly, he pretends to be despondent and sheepish when you bat his hand away. He’s using sadness as a shield. If he’s sad then you might feel bad and give in. He’ll use any tool in his arsenal to get his way. One of his greatest skills is speaking in a soft voice, just shy of how you’d speak to a toddler, and telling you: “I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” This is all to hide the fact that you rejecting him in any way, shape, or form makes him so angry he can barely think. You might be able to catch the rage hidden behind the veil. If you’re quick enough. David puts on a convincing show, but his gentle smile is twitching at the edges.

❥ who gets sad and mopey ❥

Jordan Li - Oh you pushed them away? No, that’s cool, it’s totally fine. You can want space. Everyone’s entitled to their own space bubble. Of course. Are you having a bad day? Are you mad at them? Did they do something wrong? Did they piss you off? These are the types of questions Jordan is going to “casually” ask for the next ten minutes while they sit really close to you. They’re not touching you! They always sit with their legs spread so wide. Their arm isn’t around you, it’s on the back of the couch. You’re nitpicking here, babe. They’re staring at you with their big brown eyes. No, they didn’t get any closer while you weren’t looking. 

Josh Washington - Why would you do this to him? Don’t push his hand off you unless you mean it or you’re being obviously playful about it. If you pretend to be mad at him while you do it, no matter how unconvincing of an actor you are, he will believe you. Sensitive king. He also won’t go to touch you again until you initiate the contact. Physical touch is reassuring and comforting to him but even he (category five clinger) gets touch aversion at times. As observant as he is, he knows some people are uncomfortable asserting their boundaries, so they’ll try to soften the blow of saying no by being “playful”. He cannot take the risk! You could mean it but don’t want to hurt his feelings. Josh interprets many playful no’s as real ones. Better safe than sorry.

❥ secret third worse thing ❥

Sebastian Valmont - Doesn’t take it for anything more than what it is. If you’re being playful he recognizes it. If you’re seriously not wanting to be touched at any given moment he understands that as well. However, in the case of being playful, you’ve started a war you can’t win. Because, as much as Sebastian enjoys chasing you…  Sebastian also likes to be chased. Ten minutes from now you’ll go to give Sebastian’s cheek a kiss and he’s going to dodge you. Hard. To such an extent it’s bordering on insult. He’ll be wearing a cat that got the canary grin all the while. 

Jason Dean/JD - Doesn’t take you seriously even if you are dead serious. I’m sorry, you’ve discovered his worst character trait by far. Most boundaries are a joke to him. He always wants to touch you. He loves you! He craves you like a drug. You should feel the same for him, in equal measure and desperation. So why wouldn’t you want him touching you? Holding you close. He’s so gentle with you (usually). His arms should feel like home. No matter how long a day you’ve had. No matter how overwhelmed you might be with sound, sight, touch. In JD’s eyes you’re one soul in two bodies. He always wants you near. He knows you want the same. You’re just a little dramatic sometimes.

[theonottsbxtch]

YO. hear me out logan sargeant smau where reader is alex albon’s sibling and after logan gets axed from williams (😭😭😭😭😭😭) they actually start talking

COOKIE | LS2

an: gahhh i love logan so much and i can't believe i haven't written the teammate's sister dynamic with him yet, but now i have and i hope you enjoy our favourite american x

fc: random brunette's off pinterest

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userone: this was handled badly

usertwo: im going to miss you logan

userthree: james vowles worst tp of the century

userfour: bunch of clowns

alex_albon: will miss you lo x

userfive: finally williams did one good thing

usersix: poor logan

ynalbon: will miss your smile around the paddock lo x

userseven: williams sucks

imessage between yn and logan

alex's apartment monza race week

The faint sounds of bustling activity were drifting through the apartment as you stood in the kitchen, sunlight streaming in through the large window. Alex’s sleek, modern space was a comforting mix of his racing memorabilia and the warmth of home. Pulling your phone from your pocket and glancing at the news alert once more. Logan had just been sacked and very quickly replaced. A heavy sigh escaped your lips; you knew how much this meant to him, how closely tied his identity was to the sport.

As you leaned against the countertop, you glanced down at Stan, one of your brother’s man cats, casting expectant eyes in your direction. He nudged your leg with his nose, as if sensing your mood. You crouched down, scratching behind his ears absentmindedly, your mind swirling with thoughts of Alex and the fact that he was getting ready to race in Monza with a new teammate. The team dynamics had shifted, and you couldn’t help but you could feel how the changes had affected Alex.

The idea strikes you suddenly—Logan lived across the hall, he hadn’t moved out yet. You remembered how he always seemed to light up the room, his laugh infectious even in the darkest of moments. You decided that a small gesture might help lift his spirits. Maybe a little treat would remind him that he wasn’t alone in all of this.

You set to work, gathering ingredients from the kitchen. Flour, sugar, and eggs scattered across the countertop as you rummaged through the cabinets. Stan watched you curiously, jumping up onto the counter and tilting his head as you started mixing the batter for chocolate chip cookies. The scent of melting butter and sugar filled the air, sweet and comforting, reminding you of simpler times when you spent all your time out of school baking for your brother in between his competitions.

You popped a spoonful of the thick, glossy batter into your mouth, savouring the taste of nostalgia. With each stir, your thoughts drifted back to the late-night conversations you had with Logan after the races when everyone was setting down, the way he would joke about the pressures of the track, the bond that formed between the three of you by some weird miracle.

As you shaped the dough into perfect little balls and placed them on the baking tray, the oven preheating with a soft hum. You couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Logan’s expression when he tasted them. You knew he had a sweet tooth, often indulging in baked goods after a long day of training.

While the cookies baked, the kitchen filled with a warm, inviting aroma. You sat on the counter, swinging your legs next to Stan. You thought about Logan again, about the pressure he must be feeling, and how a small act of kindness might brighten his day, if only for a moment.

The timer dinged, and you hopped down, excitement bubbling within you. You carefully pull the tray from the oven, the golden-brown cookies looking perfect and slightly gooey in the centre. As you let them cool down, you grabbed a small tin and placed the cookies inside, sealing them with a lid.

Stan watched as you grabbed the keys, tilting his head again as if asking where you’re going. “Stay here, buddy. I’ll be back soon, and make sure the rest of the cats don’t do anything silly” you said, giving him a quick scratch behind the ears. You glanced in the mirror, smoothing your hair before stepping out into the hallway.

You walked the few steps to Logan’s apartment, knocking softly, the sound echoing against the walls. Moments later, you heard the shuffle of feet and the door swung open, revealing Logan, looking slightly surprised but smiling at the sight of you.

“Hey! What brings you here?” he asked, his voice coloured by his shock.

You held up the tin with a grin. “Thought you could use some cookies after. First race since you know.”

His expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and appreciation crossing his face. “You made these for me?” he asked, reaching for the tin, the warmth of his smile easing the tension in your chest.

Logan grinned, his eyes lighting up even more as he popped open the tin. “These look amazing! I was just about to start a movie. Want to join?” You could tell he was figuring a way to ask.

For a moment, you considered it, the thought of settling into a cosy couch with him, laughter echoing as you watch a film together. But then you remembered the little furballs waiting for you in Alex’s apartment, their mischievous antics demanding your attention.

“I’d love to, but… I really should stay here with Stan and the rest of the cats,” you replied, feeling a twinge of disappointment yourself as you watched the initial spark in Logan’s expression flicker. His shoulders slumped slightly, and you could see the hint of disappointment in his eyes.

“But...” you hesitated, feeling a burst of warmth rise in your chest. “You could always come over.”

His expression shifted from disappointment to surprise, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“No, it’s fine! It’ll be fun, Alex doesn’t get back for another four days,” you insisted, trying to sound more enthusiastic. You stepped back, giving him room to think it over.

“Alright, then!” he said, his voice brightening again. “Let me just grab my keys.”

As he disappeared inside his apartment, you took a moment to collect your thoughts. Your heart raced a little at the idea of him coming over, the casual invitation feeling more significant than you had intended. 

Logan reappeared a moment later, a hoodie thrown on over his t-shirt, and you couldn’t help but notice how comfortable he looked, a sudden urge to hug him washing over you. “After you,” he said, falling into step behind you as you headed down the hallway.

As you walked back to Alex’s apartment, the air buzzed with unspoken energy. You pushed the door open and stepped inside, the familiar scents of cookies enveloping you. Stan greeted you with an enthusiastic brush of his body against your legs, bounding over to Logan, who bent down to give him a quick scratch behind the ears.

“Looks like you’re already popular,” you teased, watching as Stan practically flops onto his back, craving attention.

“I have a way with cats,” he replied with a grin, straightening up and looking around. “So, what’s on the movie menu?”

“Cars? Mine and Alex’s favourite. You can pick—unless you want to help me wrangle the cats first,” you laughed, walking over to the living room where a large, comfy sofa waited. You felt the soft cushions call to you as you settled in, motioning for him to join you.

He took a seat beside you, and you couldn’t help but notice how easily you fell into conversation, the nerves dissipating as you laughed and joked around. Pulling the tin of cookies onto your lap, you offered him one. Logan took a generous bite, his eyes widening in delight.

“Wow, these are incredible! You’ve outdone yourself,” he said, and you couldn’t help but beam at the compliment.

“Thank you! They’re a family recipe, so you know they come with some serious baking credentials,” you said, a playful glint in your eye.

As you scrolled through the movie options, the atmosphere felt easy and relaxed. For the first time since Alex left you before Monza you didn’t feel to lonely.

The opening credits rolled, and for a moment, you sat in comfortable silence, the warmth of the cookies and Logan’s presence wrapping around you like a cosy blanket. You glanced sideways at him, catching him grinning at the screen, and your heart swelled a little more.

You were glad you made those cookies now.

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baking and night in >>

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userone: she is so pretty

usertwo: KATCHOW

userthree: i need her to bake me something stat

logansargeant: best cookies known to mankind

userfour: wait-

userfive: oh..?

alex_albon: now wait a god damn minute

usersix: my fav ever

userseven: someone needs to study the albon family genes

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alex’s apartment singapore race week

The hallway felt familiar under your feet now, the subtle creak of the floorboards as you crossed from Alex’s door to Logan’s. It had become a kind of routine, these quiet visits to each other’s apartments while you were housesitting. Sometimes it was to share a plate of freshly baked cookies or just to unwind after a long day. You’d fallen into an easy rhythm with him, a shared understanding that neither of you had to say much to enjoy the other’s company.

As you knocked softly on his door, you didn’t expect anything unusual. But when the door opened, the first thing you noticed was the packed bag by the entryway. Your smile faltered just a little, your eyes flicking from the luggage to Logan, who stood in front of you, rubbing the back of his neck. There was a slight tension in the air, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer than usual. He stepped aside to let you in, but the bags remained in your peripheral vision, a silent question hanging between you.

“Hey,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light. “Going somewhere?”

Logan glanced at the bags, then back at you, his lips pressing together for a moment. “Yeah… I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’m heading to America for a few weeks. Got an offer to test for Indy.” His voice was calm, but you caught a hint of something else underneath—maybe uncertainty or excitement.

Your stomach dropped just a little at the news. It shouldn’t surprise you—racing had always been his world, his dream—but it still hit harder than you had expected. “America?” You repeated the word softly, trying to wrap your mind around the distance.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, his hands shoved in his pockets. “It’s not set in stone, but they want me to test, see if I’m a good fit.”

“That’s… amazing, Lo,” you said, a genuine smile tugging at your lips despite the sudden knot in your chest. You’d always known he was destined for more, something bigger than these quiet evenings in a shared hallway.

“Thanks,” he replied, his own smile faint but appreciative. He watched you closely, as if gauging your reaction.

You stepped further into the room, glancing once more at the bag, before turning back to him. “I’ll miss you,” you admitted, the words coming out before you could think to soften them. It was the truth, plain and simple, though you hadn’t realised how much his presence had come to mean to you until now.

Logan looked at you for a long moment, something softening in his expression. “I’ll miss you too,” he said quietly. His words were steady, but there was an unmistakable sincerity behind them, as if they meant more than he’s letting on.

The air between you felt heavier now, filled with the things neither of you were saying. The silence stretched on, but it wasn’t uncomfortable—just the weight of the realisation that something had shifted.

You laughed softly, trying to break the tension. “Guess I’ll have to bake my cookies for Stan instead.”

Logan chuckled, though there was still a warmth in his eyes that made your heart ache just a little. “Yeah, I’ll bet he won’t mind. But I’ll miss them… and you.” He said it again, the words lingering in the space between you.

You both stood there, neither quite knowing what to say next. The easy back-and-forth you’d grown so used to had shifted into something more meaningful, something deeper. And as much as you were happy for him—excited for the possibilities ahead—there was a small part of you that wished you could keep these moments just a little longer.

“When do you leave?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

“Tomorrow morning,” he replied, his eyes never leaving yours.

Tomorrow. It felt so soon, so sudden, but you nodded, offering him another small smile. “Well, I hope it’s everything you want it to be.”

He stepped closer then, just a little, as if drawn to you. “Thanks,” he said, his voice low. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

You nodded again, but the reality of it felt different, like something precious slipping through your fingers. And yet, there was no bitterness, only a quiet acceptance that this was the path he’d always been on.

You gave Logan one last smile before turning back toward the door. “I'm going to head back to the cats.”

As much as you hated the thought of him leaving, there was nothing more to say. His world was racing, and you knew how important this opportunity was for him. Stan and the rest of the cats would be wondering where you are by now, and you began to tell yourself it was better not to linger.

Your hand was on the door handle when you heard his voice, quiet but insistent.

“Wait.”

You stopped, heart skipping a beat, and turned back toward him. He was standing in the middle of the room, his brows slightly furrowed, as if debating something with himself. His eyes met yours, searching for a moment, and then he took a step toward you.

“Don’t go yet,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Something shifted in the air between you, the tension tightening around the words you hadn’t spoken. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he closed the space between you. His hand reaching out, brushing against your arm, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver up your spine.

“Lo…” you started, your voice catching in your throat, but the look in his eyes made your heart race. There was no need for words now. You’d shared so many moments, so many small, unspoken things, and suddenly it all felt like it had been leading to this.

He leaned in, and everything else fell away—the packed bags, the uncertainty, the days apart that lay ahead. His lips met yours gently at first, tentative, as if testing the waters. But then something deeper took over, the kiss becoming more sure, more real.

You sank into it, your hands instinctively finding his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie as if to hold on to him, to this moment. His hand cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing softly along your cheek, anchoring you to him in a way that felt both overwhelming and perfect.

The kiss deepened, the world narrowing to just the two of you. It was everything you didn’t realise you’d been waiting for—his closeness, the feel of him, the quiet intensity in the way he pulled you toward him as if he was afraid to let go.

When you finally parted, you were both breathless, standing there in the stillness of his apartment. Your forehead resting against his, the shared warmth between you a quiet comfort. Neither of you spoke right away, but the weight of what just happened lingered in the air, filling the silence with unspoken promises.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” Logan finally said, his voice rough, almost a confession. He still hadn’t let go of you, his hand sliding from your cheek to your shoulder, as if grounding himself in the moment.

You let out a shaky laugh, your own hands still resting against his chest. “I’m glad you did.”

He smiled then, that soft, crooked smile that had always made your heart skip a beat. “I really am going to miss you.”

Your chest tightens at the words, but this time, there was a new kind of warmth behind them. It was no longer just a casual statement—it was filled with meaning, with everything that passed between you in that kiss.

“I’ll miss you too,” you whispered, your voice soft as you leaned into him again, the closeness between you now something tangible and real.

For a moment, neither of you moved, standing there in the middle of his apartment, lost in this bubble you’d created. But then you heard the faint sound of probably Stan scratching at the door across the hall, and it brought you back to reality, reminding you of the world outside.

“I should go,” you said reluctantly, your forehead still pressed against his, though now you were reluctant to pull away.

Logan nodded, his thumb brushing your skin one last time before he stepped back. “I know.”

You moved toward the door, this time with a weight in your chest that felt different—full of things you still wanted to say, but that could wait for another time. You glanced back at him one last time, his eyes following you, filled with the same mixture of emotions you felt.

“Good luck,” you said softly, your hand lingering on the doorknob. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” he replied, and the sincerity in his voice tugged at your heart.

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userfour: we lost her ☹️☹️

alex_albon: i think you have something to tell me

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alex's apartment autumn break

Walking into your Alex’s apartment, you were greeted by the familiar scent of coffee and the quiet hum of an afternoon sports program playing in the background. Stan padded over to you, meowing as you bent down to give him a quick scratch behind the ears.

“I’m just grabbing my jacket,” you called out, heading toward the living room where Alex was sprawled on the couch, watching something about Premier League Football.

He glanced up from his phone, half-focused on the screen and half on you. “Sure, no rush.”

You pulled open the closet door and rummaged around for the jacket you left here the other night, the one you’d forgotten in the rush to go pick up said brother from the airport because “he was too tired to drive home”. As you tugged it off the hanger, Alex’s voice cut through the silence, casually.

“I’m heading to America next week to support Logan during his testing,” he said, almost offhandedly. “Thought I’d ask if you wanted to come with me.”

Your movements stilled for a moment as his words sank in. You tried to act nonchalant, but your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Logan—memories of your last night with him flooding back in an instant. That kiss. The way he’d held you like he didn’t want to let go. The late night facetime calls and watch parties held.

You pulled your jacket out of the wardrobe and closed the door slowly, turning to face Alex. “Why would I want to go?” you asked, trying to keep your tone casual, maybe a little too casual.

He didn’t even look up from his phone, but you could see the smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Come on, I’m not stupid,” he said, finally glancing up at you, eyebrow raised.

Your stomach flipped, and you quickly dropped your gaze, hoping your face didn’t betray the warmth creeping up your cheeks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He rolled his eyes, sitting up a little straighter on the couch. “You really think I haven’t noticed? The way you and Logan have been on those little secret calls? The way you light up when his name comes up?” He leaned back, folding his arms across his chest, clearly enjoying how uncomfortable he was making you. “I’m your brother. It’s kind of my job to notice.”

You bit your lip, feeling caught and not quite sure how to deflect. “We’re just… friends,” you mumbled, though even you didn’t sound convinced.

He raised his eyebrows, clearly not buying it. “Right. Just friends who happen to pop into each other’s apartments all the time. And who bake each other baked goods. And who look at each other like…” He trailed off, smirking again, clearly enjoying your discomfort.

“Okay, okay, stop,” you groaned, burying your face in your hands for a moment, trying to hide the smile that was threatening to break through. When you peeked up at him, he was still watching you with that knowing look.

“So?” he asked, clearly waiting for you to admit what he already knew.

You sighed, dropping your hands. “Fine. Yes. I’ll go with you.”

Alex grinned, triumphant. “I knew it.”

You grabbed a pillow from the couch and tossed it at him, but he just laughed, catching it effortlessly. “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” you warned, though you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. It'd been at least a week since Logan left for America, and even though you’d kept yourself busy, you’d missed him more than you care to admit. The idea of seeing him again, of surprising him there, made your heart race in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I won’t,” Alex said, though the twinkle in his eye suggested he wasn’t not entirely telling the truth. He stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “It’ll be fun. Besides, I’m sure Logan will be glad to see you.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool, but inside you were already imagining what it would be like to see Logan again. “Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, heading toward the door. “Let me know when we’re leaving.”

As you turned the handle, Alex called out after you, voice teasing. “Don’t forget to pack something cute!”

You threw him a glare over your shoulder, but the door was already swinging shut behind you, and you couldn’t help but laugh to yourself as you headed back to your place, thoughts of Logan filling your mind.

By Friday you were in the hot American Sun. The hum of engines and the low chatter of mechanics surrounded you as you step onto the pit lane at the American track, the late afternoon sun casting a golden hue over everything. The sound and energy of the place were both exciting and overwhelming, but all you could think about was finding him.

Alex walked a few steps ahead, already scanning the area for new faces, but your eyes darted around, searching for Logan. The journey here had been long, full of anticipation, and now that you were so close, your heartbeat a little faster, eager for the moment you’d been waiting for.

And then, you spotted him.

Logan was standing near one of the garages, his back to you at first, talking to a few team members. He was wearing his racing suit, the top half unzipped and hanging around his waist, revealing a fitted t-shirt beneath. You froze for a second, just taking him in, that familiar rush of emotions surging through you.

He must have felt your gaze because suddenly he turned around, his eyes sweeping across the pit lane—until they landed on you. His face lit up instantly, and before you could even think, your feet were moving.

You broke into a run, dodging past a few crew members and weaving between equipment, Alex forgotten behind you. Logan’s grin widened as he stepped forward, bracing himself as you closed the distance. When you reached him, you threw your arms around his neck, and in one swift, effortless motion, he caught you, lifting you off the ground.

You laughed, the sound light and free, as he spun you around, the world momentarily disappearing in the rush of joy and adrenaline. His hands were firm on your waist, holding you close, and when he finally set you back on your feet, neither of you could stop smiling.

Before you could say a word, he pulled you in, his lips found yours in a kiss that was both urgent and tender. It was a kiss that made the long days apart disappear, one that said everything you’d both been holding onto since he left. The noise of the track faded into the background, leaving just the two of you, lost in the moment.

But then, from somewhere behind you, you heard a not-so-subtle clearing of the throat.

You pulled back from Logan, cheeks flushed, and glanced over your shoulder to see Alex standing there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised in a way that was both amused and exasperated. Logan looked over too, blinking like he’d just come back to reality.

“Sorry,” Logan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, his usual confidence slipping for just a second.

Alex shook his head but walked forward with a grin. “Nah, man, you’re good,” he said, clapping Logan on the shoulder in a way that was more approving than anything else. “Just… maybe keep the PDA down when I’m around, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes, but you were grinning too, feeling the warmth of Logan’s arm still around you. “I’ll try to keep him under control,” you said, shooting your brother a teasing look.

“Good luck with that,” your brother muttered, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Anyway, I’ll leave you two for a bit. Want to see what this Indy Racing is all about.” He waved lazily and headed off toward the paddock, giving you and Logan some space.

As he disappeared into the crowd, Logan turned back to you, his grin returning, though there was a slight blush colouring his cheeks. “So… surprise?”

You laughed, standing on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Yeah, I’d say you’re surprised.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he said, pulling you closer, his voice softer now that the moment had quieted down. “It’s been… weird without you.”

“I missed you too,” you admitted, resting your head against his chest for a moment, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear comforting. “And besides, I couldn’t let you have all the fun over here without me.”

He chuckled, his arms tightening around you. “I’m about to test, but maybe you could go sit in the tent over there with the other girlfriends?”

You glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow. “The other girlfriends?”

Logan smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t play coy, you were mine the minute you kissed me back in my apartment.”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Damn maybe I shouldn’t have kissed you back then.”

He smirked, that familiar glint in his eye. “Don’t be stupid now. Come on cookie, let’s go over to the tent, I want to introduce my cool and sexy girlfriend.”

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userone: oh my god

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userthree: at least our logan is happy

alex_albon: yuck

logansargeant: hater

userfour: that's alex's sister omg

userfive: what in the fanfiction

usersix: is that alex's sister? how did that happen?

logansargeant: she texted me after the news and then dropped off some "feel better soon" cookies and it's pretty much been history since then, i'm a lucky guy😊😊

usersix: oh my god i'm sick

ynalbon: this was not on my 2024 bingocard btw

logansargeant: its' been on mine since 2022

userseven: OH MY GOD THEY'RE SO CUTE

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no longer just a formula one sister, im now an indy wag 🤭

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ynalbon: bring them to america

alex_albon: how about no?

ynalbon: hater much?

userfour: this is too cute

userfive: thank you for looking after logan for us

lilymhe: ignore the haters babe, you two are very cute (@/alex_albon)

ynalbon: yes ma'am

alex_albon: ARE YOU CALLING MY EX TEAMMATE CUTE?!

usersix: i was mourning the loss of aa23 and ls2 but yn has solved all my issues

logansargeant: 🍪🤍

the end.

[alealuvshayden]

Scott and Sam Monroe - SMUT

twins!Scott/Sam Monroe x reader

𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚

„Yo dude! How about we invite y/n over???“ the blond texts his twin. Both of them had the hots for you. Popular girl at school i mean who wouldnt? But BOTH??? Too much maybe..

First you had your eyes on Scott, Sam was just too.. emo for you. Scott tried everything to get you to come over at his house, so when their mom and stepdad left for a trip and left the two teenage boys alone, Scott invited you.

„Is your brother gonna be there too.?“ you ask sweetly as Scott walked you to your locker.

„Yep he‘s home too.. that okay?“ he asks you. Both of the guys wanted you, you had no idea. They made plans to get you.. because if one twin can have you, the other surely can too.

„Yeah.. its alright… m‘home alone as well, i might sleep over..“

Oh yeaaahhhh baby, jackpot.

„Sure you can, babe.“

You smile softly at him, Scott was always so nice, unlike his brother who was a skank to everyone. Moody guy.

„Alrightyyy, i‘ll be over after school. See ya, Scotty..“

Scott knew he had you, and he had you good. Quickly texted his brother.

„We got her dude, now you just gotta charm her as well. She doesnt like you. Loser.“

Sam rolled his eyes at the message but quickly replied with:

„Oh she‘ll be all over me before you know it, bastard.“

He finished his smoke and got into his car outside of school where he waited for the uglier version of himself.

Later that afternoon you came over. Sun was already going down. It was a warm spring day. You ring the bell and Sam opened the door.

„Hey peachy c‘mon in. Make yourself at home.“

You roll your eyes at him. „Yeah yeah.. where‘s your brother?“

„You looking for Scott?? You‘re having both of us tonight, sunshine.“

That made you groan. You made your way to the living room where Scott was at. Charmy, pretty boy Scott. „Hi Scotty!!“

He got up and wrapped his broad arms around you. „Heyyy, babe. Made it alright?“ He asked you with a smile on his face, showing his perfect set of teeth. You nod softly at him and mumble a faint „mhm“

As the three of you sat on the couch, you quickly got fond of Sam. He was actually really nice.. to you at least. Through the night he smacked Scott on the head multiple times which made you laugh out loud.

„Sam!!“ I giggle.

„What?? Im making him pay up, peachy.“

You shake your head and laugh, Scott wrapped his arms around you and held you close, whining.

„He hurt me and youre laughing about it..?“

„Awww baby calm down…“ you stroke his hair gently.

Sam got jealous at the sight. He wanted your affection as well, why didnt he also get it from you? He took a smoke break outside.

„What‘s wrong with him…?“ you ask Scott.

„Dude‘s jealous, wants you too y‘know?“

That clicked something in you. Both of the Monroe Brothers wanted you… Ohhh so that‘s what Sam meant when he said you were having both of them tonight.

You got up from Scott‘s embrace and decided to check up on Sam. „I‘ll be back, dont miss me too much.“

As you made your way to the backyard, you saw Sam just staring at the pool. You approach him and tap his shoulder. „Mad at me..?“ you ask innocently.

„No.. no not mad at you.. dont worry, peachy…“

You crawled onto his lap, since he was sitting on a chair. He gasped and wrapped an arm around you as he continued smoking his cigarette. Deciding to be bold.. you plant a kiss onto his neck, and he hummed at that.. „mmh.. continue.. please..“

You continued kissing his neck and he picked you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he carried you in. Sam said to Scott. „Look who finally caved..“ Scott laughed at the sight and you abruptly stop what you were doing.

„Caved..?“ You ask confused.

„Yeah caved, sweetie. I knew you already wanted me so it was the mission to get you to like Sam too.. You cant pick one of us can you..?“

You hesitantly shake your head no.. you really couldnt choose. Both of the twins were just too.. good looking to choose.. having the same face after all, how could you possibly choose?

Sam continued carrying you and the brothers made their way to Scott‘s bedroom. Your arms wrapped around his neck like a baby and Sam kissed your forehead.

„Gonna take us both..?“ He asked and you shyly nodded.. „I-if i manage to…“

„You will manage, babe. I believe in you.“ the blonde spoke, that boosted your confidence. They laid you on the bed and started stripping off their clothes and then helped you out of your clothes.

You started whining lightly at the touch, already having a wet spot on your panties from arousal. Scott leaned in and kissed you while Sam made his way down and kissed your other lips. You moaned into the kiss with Scott and he drunk them all up as if they belonged to him.

Eventually Sam made you cum just from lightly eating you out. Then they switched. Scott spit on his hand and rubbed his cock, making it glisten before sweetly thrusting into you. You gasped loudly, he didnt fit into you.

„Ahh.. hurts.. hurts..“

As soon as you whimpered Scott stopped all his movements, leaving you time to adjust to him. Sam kissed your cheeks and forehead as a way to comfort you. „Sorry, peachy.. you give us the green light m‘kay..? We will stop everything if you need to.“

Reassurance king? You nodded gently and made eye contact with Scott.

„Y-you can move, S-scotty..“

Scott started lightly thrusting into you as you moaned loudly. The neighbors could most likely hear you but all of you couldnt care less. Sam sucked on your tits as Scott continued his business in you.

You tangle your fingers into Sam‘s hair, tugging on them as Scott fucked your brains out.

„So.. fucking.. tight.. mmm.. fuck..“ Scott groaned as he held onto your hips.

Then Sam approched your face and his big cock slapped your cheek lightly. „You ready to take it, y/n?“

You shake your head no.. you werent comfortable blowing someone off, yet. „N-n-no..“ You manage to get out of your lips. „Oh shit he‘s really fucking you dumb? What happened to our smart girl?“ „It‘s ok, baby you dont have to suck me off..“ Sam leaned in and kissed you gently.

Scott felt himself nearing his high and he pulled out, your pussy clenched on nothing as you felt the emptiness. Sam then quickly filled you up again and you felt no difference. Blondie started jacking off to make himself cum and he came on your stomach..

„Fuck, babe. You‘re so good.. mm..“ He kissed your lips sweetly as you continued moaning desperately. After a while Sam made you cum again and you clenched around him. „aaahhh..“ he whined at the feeling as you came undone. He continued thrusting gently to help you ride out your orgasm. He then pulled away and jacked off as well, also cumming on your stomach.

He moaned at the sight of cum on your belly. „You took us so well baby.. we love you“ Scott spoke gently. Both of the guys cleaned you up and kissed you softly everywhere.

Then you all snuggled up under the sheets. You in the middle and both of them on either side of you.

The next few days were gonna be crazy

not proofread! had this in the drafts for some time wasnt sureeee so ya.

gotta work on some ideas people gave me have patience peoples

tryna change my style on here idek

taglist: @mvst4far @divineani @anakinstwinklebunny @madsluvsdilfs @ysrjune @hearts4sammonroe

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: you comfort yuri after the events of chapter 14

COMMENTS: i fixed that bullshit scene in chapter 14 when those assholes made yuri cry. i know the mc isn't very confrontational but i am and i got SO mad when that screen happened that i actually skipped through most of the dialogue. fuck those guys. we comfort yuri in this household.

He wasn’t the one who did the betraying. He’d done nothing but his best at every turn. He would never do anything to hurt his patients. He had always done his best. That’s why he became a doctor—to help people in ways he couldn’t before. How could they just enter his clinic and say that!? How could he stop this from continuing? He wanted to leave, he wanted out, he could do this anymore—!

“That’s enough. Get the fuck out right now.”

Yuri sucks in a shuddering breath, his shoulders trembling. It takes a moment for him to realize that you'd stepped in front of him, arms crossed over your chest. The two Frostheim students don’t look deterred, though.

“Getting someone else to cover for yo—”

“Quiet. You have no right to speak here. Get the fuck out.”

“But—”

“Ah, no. Did you not hear me? You might want to go see Darkwick General if you’re becoming delirious. Did you honestly think you could just walk into Yuri’s lab and disrespect him like that? Take your fucking ointment and get out.”

“You—”

“Why are you still here? Trying to dig your own grave? I can’t understand why assholes like you think you even deserve to breathe the same air as him. Yuri is a very intelligent, compassionate man. He’s a far more valuable person than you will ever be.”

It takes Jiro coming back for them to scatter, but all Yuri can think about is how you’ve defended him. He stays silent, letting the thoughts wash over him, and it isn’t until you hold his face and murmur a soft “hey, let me see you,” that he breaks.

It’s embarrassing, sniffling in your arms like a child. His vision is blurry, but sees your heart broken expression and wishes he could fix it. He's the cause of it, the cause of that brokenness, and Yuri wants nothing more than to hold you together, to tell you that he’s fine and that they didn’t affect him at all, but he can’t speak. He soaks up your comfort, hiding his face in your shoulder as you wrap your arms around him, rubbing the most gentle circles onto his back. You’re talking—he thinks you don’t think he’s really, truly listening—and you say the sweetest things.

“You’ve done more with three minutes of your time than they will do with their entire lives,” you say, “You’re talented and strong and so, so smart. I’m always impressed by just how much you know. You’d think I would stop being surprised at some point, because you’re just such a hard worker, but I don’t think I ever will be.”

Your shirt is wet with his tears, His hands are wrinkling the fabric with the force of his grip.

Don’t go. Please stay. Please, please stay.

Believe him. Believe in him. Please.

He wants to stop the tears from falling, to remind you that he’s a strong person even though you've already confirmed it, but with your words his words die away. Your breath is warm against his ear and he shudders, a gut wrenching sob leaving his lips.

It’s been so hard. It always is and always will be.

“Breathe,” you murmur.

One of your hands finds its place on the crown on his head, and when you begin to stroke his hair like he’s someone precious, he crumbles all over again.

It feels so good to be vulnerable. He hates it, but it feels so good. You’re not shoving him away, or calling him a traitor, or yelling at him for his mistakes. You’ve accepted it, or maybe you don’t believe it, but whatever answer is good enough for him so long as you stay by his side.

“You’re a wonderful doctor, Yuri,” you say, “I’ve never met someone so dedicated to his work. I’ve never met someone as passionate as you about advancing the field. You’re so amazing. Don’t let those lowly bastards get you down.”

He hears you ask Jiro to fetch some tissues. He hears him leave.

Yuri thinks he might believe you.

For once in his life, he might believe the things he says about himself, because they come from you.

You have never lied to him, not even once. You wouldn’t start now.

Yuri knows, after all this is over, he’ll be a scared boy curled up behind the brick walls he’s erected over the years. He’ll deny your touch and blush when you smile or ask to hold his hand. He’ll call you ignorant and watch as your face scrunches up in displeasure.

He’d think you hated him.

Why do you stay!?

What if...he messes up with you, too?

“For the record, I don’t believe a single thing those Frostheimer’s say.” you chuckle, “It all sounds like bullshit to me. But if there is anything you want to tell me, be in now or five years from now, you can. I promise I’ll listen.”

Yuri slumps into you.

“I only want to believe the things you tell me about yourself,” you hum, “Because if I believe what everyone says, I wouldn’t really know you. And that’s what I want to do.”

He lifts his head from your shoulder, meeting your gaze with his bloodshot one.

Yuri opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. What should he say? Thank you? I care about you? I want you to stay by my side? I want to protect you, too?

Your eyes dart around his irises, scooping up all of his emotions with your steady hands like they’re tangible things. Like you can understand him perfectly, even though he says nothing.

“Thank you for trusting me,” you reach up and cup his cheek again, brushing your thumb against the wetness of his cheekbone, “I’m honored to be able to help you in any way I can.”

And then,

“I care about you so much.”

You’re so close.

Yuri turns bright red and averts his eyes, sniffling violently. Jiro, back with tissues, hands him a few. He blows his nose and wrinkles his face in displeasure. How could he let those Frostheim students get to him?

How could he ever be weakened when he was next to two of the people who mattered most to him?

[luvrdrop]

# “ WATCH YOU “ !!

ft. izana kurokawa x afab! reader smut

synop: izana had seen you walking and became infatuated with you to say the least, but when you get home late once night and have a surprise waiting.. what will you do?

cont: stalking! dub-con! pussy eating ( with panties on as well ) , cursing, reader passing out during sex, izana still fucks her, forced eye contact , spanking, squirting, reader submits to izana because she is affection deprived! , no clear aftercare!,

it really wasn’t supposed to go this far. he swears it wasn’t. he had seen you walking down the street from your house heading to what he guessed to be a small convenience store down the street. he layed eyes on you and that’s when he felt it, that burning in his chest. you were beautiful, once it started he couldn’t stop it.

5:47 pm

“ yeah, kenny.. “ you responded to your best friend over the phone, as you heard him walking into his home. you were down the street from your own home, you had a car but you liked walking. you walked almost everywhere. once you made it your apartment, you opened your mailbox and you instantly freaked out. “ what the actual fuck… ? “ you whispered to yourself. “ what’s wrong, y/n? “ draken had asked you, hearing your distraught curse. “ nothing, i seen something, i’m just tired. “ you said, lying. you were actually freaking out because for the past three days, you had been getting really weird mail in your box. the first day it was a love letter, you were scared to open it because you didn’t have any clue what it might have said. the second day, it was a box of chocolate. and now today, the roses.. a very pretty bright bouquet of red roses.

when you got in your apartment, you locked your door. and headed to your kitchen, laying the roses onto the counter. you lived alone, and you only knew a handful of people.. so who would be sending you roses? and why? you had been getting this feeling that you may have been being watched but you brushed it off, blaming it on the few scary movies you had watched with your homeboys recently. but now it was getting a little weird. “ y/n? “ you heard your friend call your name. you were zoned out and he had been calling out for you. “ oh, my bad. what’s up kenny? “ you asked while heading to your room. he chuckled, “ are you still coming to the meeting tomorrow? “ he reminded you that you had made plans to go to the meeting tomorrow, but now, you were a bit paranoid to go anywhere. “ i’ll see if i finish this work up in time, i’ll pull through. hey kenny, i’ll call you right back. “

pulling your headphone out of your ear, you took a deep breath. “ what is really going on? “ you asked yourself. was there really someone stalking you.. watching you? the thought was terrifying. you had never been through anything like that before. and what could help you figure it out…wait, the letter. maybe it can give you some type of lead on who was sending all that shit to your house. you went to the living room and looked on the tv stand seeing the cream colored envelope with the red heart on it. you open it and read the paper that was inside.

“ hello, i just want to tell you how stunningly beautiful and perfect you are. i hope i get to see you soon, mahal. “

your eye twitched as you read the words on the paper, “ mahal? “ what even did that mean? who wrote you this? it was no help at all, you were still as lost as before if not even more. you sighed, placing the letter back in the envelope and putting it right back where you had it. you decided to leave it alone for tonight, making you way back to your room grabbing your laptop. your work would keep the fear off your back. little did you know, while you were working with music blasting inside your ears from your earbuds, deep purple eyes lurked from the left side of your bedroom window, watching you very quietly and closely. this went on for hours until you fell asleep with your laptop right open.

you woke up the next morning, jumping out of your sleep with a gasp. you were trying to catch your breath, snatching the earbuds out and placing your hands on your chest. “ what the hell.. “ you coughed out, you had a dream where you were running down a dark street, pitch black almost hearing something chasing you with this.. evil laugh. you shook your head, trying to dissipate the sound out of your head. looking over, you see the clock it was 11:35 am. you had worked hard on your work last night and only had one more paragraph to do so you decided that you’d get up and go to the meeting with your friends. your friends were in a huge gang, once they realized how lonesome you were, they started inviting you to hang out with them after the meetings.

you grabbed your phone, dialing your bestfriend’s number. once he answered you placed him on speaker and sat the phone down, yawning while grabbing your toothbrush. “ good morning kenny.. “ you said, you and draken, or kenny as you called were very close. you met by quite literally bumping into him getting off the train one day in town. he was really sweet about it, he ended up bumping you again that same exact day in a convenience store. you two were inseparable ever since then, he grunted very sleepily “ good morning y/n.. “ he was falling back asleep, you furrowed your brows before questioning him, “ why aren’t you awake? you know i’ll be over there soon right? “ she finishes up brushing her teeth and washing her face. “ mhm.. i’ll be up.. “ you rolled your eyes, hearing the lies in his words.

after around an hour or so, you were showered, dressed, and ready to go to draken’s house. you were gonna walk to his house and ride to the meeting with him. he lived around ten minutes away, so you didn’t mind making that small trip. once you had everything you made your way out the door, something in you ushering to open the mailbox and check. you did and there was nothing. “ hm.. that’s not a bad thing i guess “ you closed it back and placed your hands in your pockets , en route to draken’s apartment. you only had one earbud in so you could still hear what was going on around you. the walk seemed kind of quick, you were already a block away from draken’s place. you picked up your pace to hurry and make it there an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

stupid little you, you had no clue that a white haired boy was walking right behind you. he was on the same foot as you, loving slower though. he wasn’t exactly doing anything, just walking behind. catching your sweet scent as the wind blew it right into his direction. he wanted to just hold you in his arms, never letting you go.. but he knew that sooner or later, you’d be his. he wasn’t too sure on how yet, but surely, you would belong to him. completely.

you knocked on draken’s door, and he opened it almost instantly making you jump a little bit. he noticed and frowned a little. “ you good, y/n? you made it fast, cmon. “ he let you in. and you nodded, “ m’ fine. i was zoned out. “ you answered. your friend was grabbing his keys and turned to you. “ you want anything before we head out? “ you shook your head, “ nah i’m good. “ he nodded before grabbing his toman jacket, tossing it to you. “ i can wear it? “ you looked up at him. “ nah, put it on your head. “ you slapped his arm, and put the jacket on over your tshirt. “ cmon. “ before you knew it, you were on the back of his motorbike, holding onto him so you didn’t fall or jump too much. the rides with draken were always fun, quiet but super fun.

once you made it to the building, you seen all your homeboys, they all said hey to you, waving and some of them coming up and hugging you. it started with baji, then kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu, and the rest just stood around talking to you. “ where’s manjiro? “ you asked right before you heard the familiar voice. “ is that y/n? “ you smiled, before looking at your friend. “ hi, mikey. “ you laughed before walking up to him and nudging him. “ what’s up? you came to chill? “ he tilted his head. you nodded. after a while, the meeting started and you were sitting watching, the boys always handled what they needed to and then it was time to have fun. everyone stood around talking and having drinks, some eating some food. you found yourself standing in the corner with mikey, talking to him.

your intuition was nothing you ignored, so when your gut told you to ask this question. you did with no hesitation. “ mikey, do you know what.. mahal means? “ he turned his head , laughing. “ mahal? “ he repeated, sounding a bit more different than how you said it. “ that’s tagalog.. it means love. where’d you hear that? “ he’s curious now, but your heart sank when he explained. whoever wrote that note called you love.. in another language. you pretended like it was nothing and you just heard it somewhere but it was actually starting to freak you out. you decided to just have a good time and you would handle it later.

after about two and a half hours it was time to go, draken dropped you off at your house, you hopped off the bike and waved at him. “ bye kenny!! call me tomorrow!! “ you opened the door, slipping through it and closing it, you turned and locked the door. as soon as you started to turn around you felt a hot, very hot body against your own, it happened in the matter of seconds. a hand pressed agains your mouth, and your back pressed against what felt like a chest. the shriek you let out was loud, you started to panic. “ mahal.. “ you heard that damned word again from what sounded to be a male. you felt tears pool in your eyes and run down your face falling towards his hand. “ why are you crying.. “ he asked. you didn’t say anything, not that you could with his hand pressed against your lips.

how did he even get in here.. did you forget to lock the door or something? “ i’m not gonna hurt you.. i promise. “ he said sweetly, pressing his tongue flat against the shell of your ear, giving it a lick. you shivered at feeling.. he was strong so you didn’t bother to fight, thinking he’d possibly kill you if you tried to fight. “ mahal.. i just wanna make you feel good.. feel special. “ his body pressed more against yours, pressing you up against your own door. he licked and sucked at the skin under your ear, softly nibbling on you. you’re weak attempts to push him eventually, stopped as the feeling he gave you started to feel.. good. it was crazy. you had no idea who this was on what he looked like. “ i’m gonna move my hand.. if you scream.. i’m going to hurt you. okay? “ he snatched your head back to lean on his shoulder roughly. “ i asked you something.. “ your eyes closed as tears still fell from them. you were helpless against this man. you just nodded, letting out a small whimper. his hand found it’s way to your throat. “ s’good.. you smell amazing, baby.. mahal ko ito (i love it) “ you were still confused on why he was doing this if he didn’t even know you.

he ended up leading you to your own room and that scared you even more, he had to have been here way before you got back home to know his way through the house. he bends you over on your own bed. you cried out, “ please.. listen i don’t know why you’re doing this but i- ah! “ you shouted when you felt a stinging pain on your ass, “ i told you not to scream.. “ you feel him get even closer, he whispers in your ear, “ only i can hear you, mahal.. stop being so bad. i don’t wanna have to keep spanking you. “ he spoke very softly, but you could tell he was serious. he started to remove your pants and you cried softly, “ please.. “ you begged. he ignored your pleas and cries, sliding his arms under your thighs, flipping you over. and there he was.

those same purple eyes that watched you for three weeks, walking up and down your street, the eyes that watched you do your work and carelessly fall asleep with your laptop open, the eyes that watched you from aisles down at the convience store were now staring you back into yours. he was… beautiful. his made your breathing start to even out a little. the tears still sitting on the edge of your eyes as you watched every detail about him, he smirked. “ oh, stop looking at me like that.. you look like a sad kitten.. cmere. “ he pulled you closer by your thighs, you clenched your thighs together when he did so, but that earned you a fat red mark on your thigh. “ don’t. “ he wasn’t even looking at you at this point. his eyes were now focused on the way your panties were soaked, the darker spot covering the whole area of your pussy.

his white hair stuck to his forehead, he was sweating at this point, the way you twitched and grabbed at him but failed because of the grip he hand on your wrist, all you could do was cry out and whine. he was licking and sucking at your clit through your panties, watching you squirm and quiver at his actions. “ mahal.. you taste so sweet.. what’s wrong? “ he rubbed his thumb against your wrist in a soothing way, “ i won’t stop.. won’t stop until you pass out. promise. “ he smiled as he said it, lifting your panties from your pussy, he gave it a long lick, before placing his right hand down your abdomen, rubbing at your clit with his thumb, he was still watching you. “ you like it? “ he whispered, “ gusto mo ba? hm? (do you like it? hm?) “ he asked and you nodded your head .. “ yes.. “ izana laughed once again, finding it oh, so funny. he placed his lips around your clit once again. you almost screamed, but you remembered he told you not to. you heard the zipper of his pants coming down and you looked down, but he started to push you up and down, your hips making him switch from licking your clit and going into the cavern of your sex. this alone made you squirt all over his face.. he loved it. “ fuck.. you’re so dirty, baby.. “ he stood up and leaned over you, face wet with all of your essence, his earrings dangling over you as well. you looked down before he grabbed you by your throat once again, squeezing slightly.

“ look at me, mahal.. i’m right here.. “ you looked at him and before you could say anything, you felt his tip slowly entering your pussy. “ wait- oh shit- “ you heaved out. “ ah.. you have a potty mouth, baby.. hush.. “ he kisses your cheek, as he bottomed out into you, releasing one of the intoxicating moans in your ear. “ fuck- masikip.. (it’s tight..) “ izana groaned.. he pushed until his stomach was flat against yours, and he didn’t waste time either. he went fast, incredibly fast. “ f-fuckfuckfuck- “ you tried not to scream, izana was in your ear, moaning saying all types of lewd things both in english, and his native tongue. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he chuckled in your ear before tapping the side of your face. “ wake up.. “ he kept going, not letting up or slowing down his speed. “ ah- baby.. i’m gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like this.. fuck.. “ izana started to squeeze your throat. “ i’m c-cumming!! oh god.. i’m cumming.. “ at this point your legs were in the air.. you chocked out that you were close and you came, you came everywhere. your juices leaking all over him, and yourself but he kept going even after you came, you gripped the back of your thighs, mouth hanging open and breath short. your head started to spin at this point.. you were at a lost of words for not only how he was fucking you. you still didn’t even know his name and he was fucking you like this.

this was about to be your third orgasm, you choked out again, “ fuck.. p-please… “ and izana looked down at you. “ what is it.. mahal? “ he spoke into your skin.. he was still fucking deep into you, what you didn’t know is that he had came once before as well, he never stopped fucking into you, the mixture leaking and pouring out of your hole as he choked you, fucking his load deep into you trying to bust another. “ please i- “ you felt your conscious lose you.. you passed out, legs and arms falling, that didn’t stop izana.. he kept fucking you until he came. he pulled out watching the milky white seed drip and pool from his cock and onto your tummy.

it took izana 10 minutes to clean you up, and place you under your sheets. he cleaned himself up as well, leaning down over you once he was dressed. “ i’ll see you soon, mahal. “ he kissed her forehead and disappeared into the night.

you woke up the next day with a banging headache. “ what the fuck.. “ you sat up wiping your eyes, you thought it all was a dream until you looked down and seen your pants were off.. and you seen another note right beside you.. you opened it, reading..

“ i loved make you feel so good, mahal. - izana. <3 “

…. izana was his name.

kai:3- this was really fun to write i can’t lie xxx, i don’t really know toooo tooo much about izana, he’s such a cutie patootie though i really had fun writing for him!! i’ll def write for him again!! i think i’m going to do a chifuyu smut next, ( chifuyu & rindou have been melting my brain:333) buttt this was my second ask & dedicated to @yourefavsakura !! i really hope you enjoy this<3

©️luvrdrop <3 reblogs are appreciated!!

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Written In The Stars

Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary - As Azriel prepares himself for your wedding day, he recounts the moments where all of his dreams came true.

Warnings - fluff central, slight touch of angst, pining Az, lots of love all round

If there was anything that Azriel was sure of, it was you. It would always be you.

That morning had started the same as any other, although, there were two key differences. The first difference was that his mate hadn’t woken up beside him, and he walked through his memories and smiled at the one where Nesta, Feyre, Mor, and Elain had coaxed you out of the house whilst Amren sternly told the three Illyrians to not interrupt your last night as an unmarried woman or else face her wrath.

Azriel recounted the innocent terror in your eyes and chuckled roughly as the sun warmed his skin, urging him to wake.

Then he noted the second difference to his morning, it turned out that the day ahead wasn’t going to be like any other, and that no day would ever compare to what was to come. It was his wedding day. The day that he married the love of his life, his mate, his reason for existing.

His y/n.

Remembering the past 400 years, it dumbfounded Azriel how the bond hadn’t snapped sooner considering he had spent the better part of those 400 years pining after you, hopelessly in love with you and growing increasingly frustrated at your unawareness toward his affections.

There was no one in the world that was as bright and perfect as you.

They had met you in Windhaven, on a night so brutal that you had never nor ever would speak of it, and it was the only place you could go where your light would blinker. It flashed on your face often. Being the daughter to an Illyrian general meant that you had unfortunately fallen victim to the barbaric act known as wing clipping, and it was something you had worked your entire life to destroy.

Despite it all, you were as radiant as the sun, you were gifted that from your mother, she was the most beautiful person you'd ever think you'd see. Until Azriel that is. There was a certain warmth about you, a gut-wrenching scent of home that Azriel could never quite explain, an aura that pulled everyone around you into serenity and soothed any of their pain.

The day Rhys had figured out that you were an empathic healer was the day he knew that you and Azriel were meant to be. No one could soothe his pain more than you, and when he slept next to you he actually slept. No demons haunted his dreams, every villainous thought evaporated from his mind, and he felt peaceful. Truly peaceful.

Azriel remembered the moment the bond had snapped as if it had only occurred yesterday. It was one of the warmer days of the year and you had insisted upon a family day out, they were too rare even though you all spent the majority of your time together; you had leveraged Tarquin's adoration of you in your collective favour and bagged the family a day on the beaches of the Summer Court, promising that you'd keep a strict eye on Cassian and personally tie him to a pole if he stepped one toe out of line. Azriel had simply chuckled at your might as the words left your mouth.

Summer had always called to you, perhaps it was the sound of the waves, maybe it was the sand between your toes or the salted breeze that drifted by. Whatever it was, it moulded with you. Azriel had never seen you happier actually. The moment the bond had snapped had taken him by complete surprise, you were walking through the water with Nyx in your arms, occasionally dunking the babe in the water and smiling at his wild laughter as he emerged; when Nyx had resurfaced and grabbed your face in his little hands, staring at you like the brightest star in the sky, did the bond snap for Azriel.

Since that moment all he could ever imagine was the image of you with your own child, his child.

Frustratingly, the bond hadn't snapped for you in that moment, which was annoying as it was the perfect setting for it. Azriel dreamt of it when you had all returned home that evening, he dreamt of you feeling the snap and turning around with Nyx bundled up into your arms, he dreamt of your eyes connecting across the beach and the most serene smile etching its way onto your lips before the most joyful giggle passed through them.

But no, the Mother had decided to drag it out for as long as she possible could.

The entire of the Inner Circle had figured it out long before you did, only, you didn't figure it out. Azriel had pretty much screamed it at you after seeing you getting a little too up close and personal with another male during Starfall.

No one could have even tried to compare to your beauty that night, you wore a sheer dress embellished with a thousand crystals, priceless jewels that had been crafted just for you. The Star of Velaris. No one could shine brighter, not if they even wished it, and all eyes were on you and the silhouette of your figure the moment you stepped into the hall that was dressed to perfection at the House of Wind.

All air had left his lungs when his eyes found yours twinkling in the faelight, constellations inking your irises, and he knew then that no matter what he was going to tell you that he was your mate. Azriel was nervous, it was very well known that no one could ever be good enough for you, and he was terrified that you wouldn't accept it; and even more than that, Azriel was afraid that he'd lose you as a pillar in his life altogether.

Rhys had instructed the quartet to play your favourite rendition of your favourite song, it was slow and romantic, a flurry of alluring strides from the violins and crashing crescendos, if you could be a song then it would certainly be that one. Though, before Azriel could ask you to dance with him to the sweet melody, another male had swept in and taken you, curling his digits around the curve of your hip in a way that was meant to be his to do and his alone.

Azriel watched from the side-lines, itching to cut in and bring his plan to fruition, but he couldn't ruin a night made for you, not when you'd gone through so much effort to be the most spectacular thing in the room. Not that you needed to try by any means.

The moment you smiled at the male, so sultry, exposing all of your gleaming white teeth into a smile that could only be described as captivating, did Azriel completely lose his mind. Azriel crossed the dancefloor, gripping your wrist just as you were about to expose your neck to the male who believed he was righteous enough to have you, and dragged you from sight leaving behind the Inner Circle who all exchanged smug knowing looks to one another at the situation at hand.

"Azriel! What are you doing? Will you just stop for one pissing second?!" Your voice reverberated against the walls, you were struggling to keep up with his stalking, the effortless curls Mor had spent the better part of two hours styling whipping past your face in the breeze he was creating. "I swear to the Mother, Azriel. Will you please just slow down?"

It seemed as though Azriel had heard the request and cut his speed by a third, making it easier for you to scramble after him. You had continued to ask him what his problem was as he dragged you through the House of Wind, all up until he pushed through a familiar set of looming doors and pulled you in front of him, taking the opportunity to close the doors upon his own exit onto the balcony.

Looking at you in the moonlight despite your fury made him forget the reason why he dragged you from the party that you had helped Feyre to arrange, the way your dress sparkled in the light made him lose all sense entirely. "Did you drag me out here to say absolutely nothing? If so, I'll just head back to the party," you went to move past him, your fingers barely grazing the doorhandle before he wrapped a strong arm around your midsection and lifted you, setting you onto the ground on the other side of the clearing, "What is going on with you? Did something happen?" When he said nothing you took a step backward, the small of your back colliding with the stone railing keeping you from toppling over the edge, "Az, you're scaring me."

He'd never want to scare you, he fumbled with his words, stuttering out what he needed you to hear, and upon the sound of his insecurity your eyes softened. Tilting your head to the side gently to inspect him further, you hadn't noticed your hair sweep across your back, exposing the skin of your neck to him which almost sent him into a frenzy right then and there.

"You were dancing with him."

Furrowing your brow, you asked incredulously, "Am I not allowed to dance with a male now?"

"No. I mean, of course you are. Just not him."

"Then with who?"

That usual wit was prominent in the way you popped your hip to the side, hand resting on the bone as your temper rose, "You're meant to dance with me."

Scoffing, you turned around to face the open air, noting the flurry of gold from the valley below, turning your head to the side you smiled at the music floating from the ballroom in the grand hall, "I always dance with you, Az."

It wasn't a lie, you always sought Azriel out at these kind of events, even in the comfort of the River House it wasn't odd for Rhys or Cassian to return home to see you and Azriel dancing in the living area to some serene folk melody. The two were the first to know of the bond, Azriel had told them one evening when you had padded off to bed in one of his jumpers that drowned you, a ghosting grin tugged at his lips and he said, "Isn't my mate the most perfect creature you've ever witnessed?"

"It's not enough," Azriel approached you, admiring the way the breeze floated by your figure, sending the tendrils of your curls dancing in the wind that his shadows immediately shot out from his shoulders to waltz with.

A gentle chuckle rolled from your tongue at the act, you had always adored them, and they always found a certain level of peace when with you, just like everyone did. Turning back to him, you leaned against the railing, your fingers curling around the hem, "Dancing with you isn't enough? How about all the nights we've fallen asleep next to one another reading? Or maybe all of the dinners we've been out to? Or the thousands of evenings where we've gotten drunk off our asses and gossiped? What about the countless missions we've been on together?"

The ignorance was making his blood boil with need, and he couldn't stop the words from flying from his mouth, "I'm your mate, y/n!"

Your body stilled, your eyes widened in shock, and the tether of your soul swam out to greet his own, curling around it and shuddering in untold delight but you didn't move at the sensation, you hadn't even let out a breath, "I have loved you for 400 years regardless of it, I've loved you since the moment I first laid eyes on you all those years ago in Windhaven. I love everything that you have become, everything that you have grown into. It snapped the day we went to the Summer Court, the day you told Cassian that if he misbehaved that you'd tie him to a pole?" A huff of amusement flew from your lips at the memory, Cassian had never been so terrified of you in that moment.

"I was content in waiting for you no matter if it took 4 months or 400 years, I was happy to sit a watch you live your life whilst waiting for it to snap, but I can't stand by and watch another males hands roam all over you. It makes me think the most violent things I have ever thought in my entire existence."

"I didn't want to ruin it for you, but I can't watch another male hold you when I know that it should be me," Azriel strode over to you, cupping your face in his hand whilst his other wound around your own, pulling it your chest and resting your palm over your heart, "I'm yours y/n. Completely, utterly, hopelessly yours. So please say something, anything."

A moment passed, a moment that felt like an eternity to him as he waited for those beautiful lips to make a sound, "You've loved me for 400 years?" Azriel barely heard your question, he lowered his gaze to meet yours, brushing a stray stand of hair behind your ear and grazing the shell of it.

The gates of the bond had flung right open, and all you felt was the pure adoration and certainty of his feelings for you flowing down the tether tying your souls together, it made you feel as though you were floating. Azriel nodded, "And I know that it's impossible to love you more than I do right now, but I know that tomorrow I will, and each day after that."

Furling your fingers into the lapels of the jacket you had picked out for him, you pulled Azriel down to meet your lips in a clash of desperate nips and teeth; his hold strengthened around you, leaning you back into the stone railing and allowing his hands to rest on your neck and the small of your back as he deepened the embrace, moving his lips against yours in a way he was only able to dream of. Parting for air, you smirked against his lips, "I love you too."

Then the skies opened, streaks of starlight soured across the blank canvas of the night, like they were waiting for you both to finish until they put on their show. The citizens of Velaris couldn't stop talking about how it was the most magnificent Starfall they had ever witnessed, and both of you were inclined to agree.

It had made complete sense that the balcony where Azriel had confessed his feelings to you was the same place where you had decided to get married a year later to the exact day.

Mor and Nesta had made sure that the balcony was covered in faelights, Elain had designed a beautiful flower arch of orchids and freshly bloomed cala lilies that Lucien had been instructed to erect that morning, and Feyre was in charge of everything else. Bestowing the title of maid of honour to Feyre was the smartest decision you had made in the entire process, Cassian pouted for three days after she had accepted, but then you had asked Rhys to officiate the ceremony which meant that by default Cassian became Azriel's best man.

The fact that Azriel hadn't seen you for almost a day was driving him insane, he had to be near you each moment he was in the city, and even on missions he would constantly flood the bond with his love for you so that you'd know that he was alright and that he was just as obsessed with you as he was the moment he would leave. Every second you were with one another meant that he had to be touching you, whether it be his fingers grasping the skin of your thigh or pulling you onto his lap so he that could be as entwined with you as possible.

Even when he was meant to be readying himself for his wedding, all he could think about was you, he sent a flow of love and unwavering certainty down the bond and smirked to himself like a bashful schoolboy when the same flood was sent back to him.

"Are you ready to get married, Az? You can still run, no one would judge you," Azriel sent Cassian a warning glare, earning him a small apology in return for the stupid remark. There was no reality where Azriel wouldn't choose you, your bargain tattoo was proof of that fact, a promise you had both made the night you had solidified the bond, a promise that you would always find one another in any lifetime, in any world. One would not exist without the other.

Azriel's suit was impeccable, just how Feyre had ordered it to be, a black open collared shirt and form fitting pants, and a slightly oversized midnight blazer made that way because Feyre knew you'd be asking for it at some point during the course of the night. If Azriel looked this good then he could only imagine how other-worldly you would appear at the end of the aisle.

You had both decided on an intimate ceremony, the Inner Circle only, it meant more to you both that way. But the party afterward would be packed full of friends from across the continent, a rare allowance from Rhys for such a special occasion. Which meant that all of the High Lords were to be in attendance, which meant some very luxurious gifts for you and your to-be husband.

The night was perfect, a soft summer breeze floated through the city from the west, the warm faelights sparkled against the backdrop of the night sky and the golden valley of the city below, illuminating the pristinely bloomed flowers in their collective hue.

Azriel awaited you at the end of the aisle patiently, stood between Rhys and Cassian who were beaming with pride, the latter doing his best to contain his tears. Mor, Amren, Elain and Lucien found their places on either side of the makeshift aisle and all looked back as the door opened to reveal Feyre wearing a beautiful blue-grey gown adorned with crystals embellished into the skirt; she had clearly been crying, and that fact made a silent sob catch in Azriel's throat.

The High Lady approached the arch, smiling brightly at Azriel and blinking away her tears before kissing Rhys on the cheek and stepping off to the side. A gentle song consumed the small quartet that you had insisted upon having at the ceremony, playing the most beautiful rendition of your favourite song, a song that meant a great deal to both of you.

Inhaling deeply, Azriel watched the doors open once more, revealing Nesta with your arm linked through hers, she was wearing the twin dress to Feyre, her hair was unbound down her spine, and she had began crying before the doors had even opened by the way she dabbed a tissue against her cheeks.

Then he found you, your skin shimmered in the faelight, like a star had floated from the sky and brushed against your skin. The dress threatened to make him crumple to his knees, a white long-sleeved off-the-shoulder garment that accentuated every single curve and angle of your form; a thigh high cut in the fabric exposed your calf and that bargain tattoo on your thigh. Then was the matter of the veil, intricately crafted so that the hem resembled tendrils of white shadow, his own shadows reacted instantly, flowing from his body and pecking the hem of it as you drifted up the aisle arm in arm with Nesta.

Nesta hugged you tightly before finding her place beside Feyre, and you turned to Azriel, taking his outstretched hand and stepping up to the dais, "I told you that I'd love you more today," he spoke lowly, just loud enough for you alone to hear.

This time the stars didn't wait for the descent, the moment your lips touched one another, the stars unleashed their joy across the night sky, casting their glow across the entire city and dragging themselves right across the balcony where you stood, showering you and your husband in their love and happiness.

The entire of the Inner Circle danced well into the early hours of the morning, and you were right, inviting the other High Lords did have it perks considering the gifts you had received. But when the party began to die down and the last few souls dwindled in your presence, did Azriel whisk you away back to that balcony where you had both confessed your love a year prior, pulling you close to his body and ensuring that the night at the House of Wind ended doing the thing you loved doing most. Dancing in one another's arms until Azriel scooped you up and carried you back to your shared home on the bank of the Sidra.

It was safe to say that the Inner Circle didn't dare to contact you for an entire month afterward.

Author's Note

Just a little one from me x

[darkintothedawn]

WHY ARE YOU STILL COOKING? || Stiles Stilinski 'Teen Wolf'

Pairing — Stiles Stilinski x Gender Neutral reader

Summary — Stiles' cooking doesn't exactly meet the standards of little Mieczysław Jr. leading to Stiles' feelings being hurt and complaining.

Memo— I might honestly make a little series for these adorable little munchkins, I love them so much. A longer fic is coming out tomorrow :)

Word Count — 960

Masterlist | Stiles' Adventures

The evening sun draped gold across the bedroom walls, casting long, sleepy shadows. The window was cracked open, letting in a breeze that fluttered the edge of the sheer curtains, carrying the distant sounds of cicadas and the occasional bird. Stiles was warm against you, tangled up in sheets and you, his nose nudged into the crook of your neck, one leg flung possessively over yours like he was afraid you might get up and do something productive.

His fingers idly traced circles on your bare side, and you could feel the flutter of his lashes against your skin as he blinked lazily.

“God, this is nice,” he murmured, lips brushing your collarbone. “You smell like the good dryer sheets. The expensive ones.”

“I buy them for you, idiot,” you mumbled, raking your fingers through his hair and scratching gently at his scalp. “You get pouty when the towels are crunchy.”

He lifted his head to peer at you, eyes soft and amused. “I have standards.”

You grinned and leaned in, catching his mouth in a slow kiss, the kind that tasted like sleep and quiet Saturdays. It lingered, sweet and unhurried, the kind of affection that could only come after years of morning breath and matching coffee mugs and arguing over who left the toothpaste cap off again.

You stayed like that for a while, exchanging kisses and half-sentences, fingers intertwining, the house blessedly quiet for once.

And then you snorted. Loud.

Stiles pulled back slightly, brow raised. “What?”

You bit your lip, trying not to laugh too early. “Just remembering something.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes. “Oh no. Was it another video of me sleep-talking?”

You chuckled and shook your head. “Worse.”

He stared at you for a second longer, then groaned and flopped dramatically onto his back, dragging the sheet up over his face. “God, what did I do now?”

“You remember last week?” you asked, rolling onto your side so you could look down at him, resting your hand on his chest. “You were cooking dinner—like a whole three-course thing because Claudia said she was sad and you wanted to cheer her up.”

“Mmhmm,” he mumbled through the sheet, voice muffled. “I was making that stupid little heart-shaped grilled cheese. Don’t judge me.”

“I’d never. You’re a softie and I love you.” You leaned down to kiss the bridge of his nose. “But then Mieczysław happened.”

A groan again, this one more pained. “No. No. Don’t remind me.”

“Oh, I will remind you,” you said, laughing now. “I was sitting on the island with Claudia half-asleep in my lap, and you were standing at the stove like some suburban domestic god—”

“I was killing it, admit it.”

“—when he walked up behind you and said, ‘Daddy, have I ever told you I love your cooking?’”

Stiles gave a muffled, almost whimpering laugh under the sheet. “God, I was so happy. I thought—like, finally, he appreciates me. I almost cried.”

“You did cry,” you said, grinning. “I saw the glassy eyes. You turned around and started rambling, like, ‘Aw, buddy, that means so much to me, cooking is how I show I care—’ and then he just…”

Stiles dragged the sheet off his face, cheeks pink. “And then he says, ‘No. So why are you still cooking for me?’”

You lost it again, laughter echoing through the room. Stiles flopped into your chest, groaning, face hot with second-hand embarrassment.

“I haven’t emotionally recovered,” he muttered, hiding in your chest like a scolded cat. “That little gremlin destroyed me.”

“He’s your clone. That’s your karma.”

“He’s your son when he’s being cute. He’s mine when he’s roasting me like a goddamn stand-up comic.”

You wrapped your arms tighter around him, still shaking with laughter. “To be fair, you were trying to impress a seven-year-old with basil-infused butter and a monologue.”

He lifted his head again, mock offended. “It was a culinary masterpiece. That grilled cheese had three cheeses!”

“None of which he appreciated because he was too busy weaponizing your emotions.”

Stiles made a sound like a dying animal and collapsed onto you again. “God, we’re raising villains.”

“Lovable villains,” you said, stroking his back. “Menaces, sure, but ours.”

“Claudia’s at least polite when she eviscerates me. She says thank you before she asks for an outfit I can’t afford.”

You laughed again, softer now. “We’re doing okay though, right?”

He looked up at you then, all jokes dropped, eyes earnest. “Yeah. We’re doing more than okay. I mean—our kids are tiny sarcastic monsters, but they’re happy. You’re happy. I’m… head over heels in love with you, like, all the time. So yeah.”

You kissed him again, slow and deliberate. “Ditto.”

There was a beat of silence.

“You know he asked me yesterday why I don’t just Door Dash dinner if I’m so bad at it?”

You snorted so hard you startled the cat off the foot of the bed.

“I’m gonna start making unseasoned chicken. See how he likes that.”

“Bold of you to assume he wouldn’t still mock you for it.”

Stiles sighed, dramatic as ever, but the smile never left his face. “You’re the only one who truly appreciates me.”

“Damn right,” you said, pulling him back in for another kiss. “And I’ll never make you cry over grilled cheese. Probably.”

“Probably?”

“Well, unless I steal the last slice.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare.”

You raised a brow. “Try me, Stilinski.”

Then you were laughing again, tangled up in love, domestic bliss, and the knowledge that tomorrow, one of your children would absolutely say something to emotionally devastate you both all over again.

But for now, you were warm, in love, and exactly where you wanted to be.

[onepieceisreeeeaaalll]

Straw Hats as Physical Affection

OKAY - I've put some thought into this, and the headcanons here are strictly my own thoughts on how I feel the crew would show physical affection (platonically.) This can be applies to friends, allies, or even reader OCs. Just a general overview of how I think they'd be with physical affection.

LUFFY  Hugs! HUGS HUGS! Luffy loves nothing more than wrapping his arms not once, but two or three times around the people he loves. He loves to cuddle, to poke, to tease and ruffle hair. He'll casually sling his shoulder around you and lean in as if it's the most comfortable spot in the world. Luffy is very affectionate towards anyone he cares about. It's second nature to him, really. 

ZORO Zoro isn't outwardly affectionate. It's something that's just never come easy to him. However, Zoro will check on his friends and loved ones for injuries, sometimes helping to patch them up if no one else is around to do it (he'll complain about it the whole time, though.) If he picks someone up, it's always over the shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and typically not affectionate. Though, if he's in a particularly fond mood, he's been known to give head or shoulder pats. Never comment on it, though, or he'll never do it again. 

NAMI She loves to groom the people she cares about. It might seem vain to any onlookers, but really it comes out of a place of wanting them to look their best. She'll adjust their hat, their shirt, maybe even fix their hair. If something’s out of place, Nami will fix it for them without a second thought. 

USOPP He'd deny it if accused of it, but Usopp is incredibly shy. This doesn't mean that he doesn't like to be affectionate, he just never knows how to express it. He'll sling an arm over a shoulder if he's in a good mood, maybe give a high five, but that's the extent. When he does these gestures, though, it means that he feels safe. 

SANJI For Sanji, it really depends on who it is. Towards the ladies, he'll allow himself the chaste kiss on the knuckles and the occasional arm around their waist. If they'll allow it. For everyone else, his affection truly shows in the way he stands near people. Whether it's out of a need to be protective or just to be nearby, Sanji is the kind of person who stands close. 

CHOPPER Baby reindeer boy loves physical affection. Hugs, cuddles, all of it. He's shy about it at first, but quickly grows more accustomed to being held and doted on. He likes to sit on the shoulders of his friends, and even returns the favor when he makes himself bigger. He's the tiniest, cutest little thing, but don't tell him that. Just enjoy the fact that he lets the cuddles happen in the first place. 

ROBIN Robin isn't very physically affectionate, mostly because she didn't grow up around that kind of thing. She'll give a hug when necessary, and often won't deny any sort of physical affection from others, but she's typically not one to initiate. That being said, she loves when her hair is played with, and she'll happily return the favor if someone asks for it. 

FRANKY SHOULDERS! He likes to pick people up and put them on his shoulders. It's his favorite because not only does it show how strong he is, but it boosts up and shows off his incredibly super friends and loved ones. Otherwise, high-fives and pats on the back are a standard from him. 

BROOK Brook loves skin-to-skin contact - well, he would, if he had any skin! YO-HO-HO! No, but seriously, he laments the ability to connect with people in that way like he used to when he had flesh. His physical affection now centers around resting his skeletal hand on the shoulders of his friends, but otherwise he keeps to himself. 

JIMBEI Jimbei is another that's not necessarily physically affectionate, but will not turn down any advances. He'll happily give a hug when prompted. On his own, he also keeps it pretty limited to head pats and clapping a hand on your back.

[lila-lou]

✨His true fate - Part 17/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Language, age gap, flirting

Word Count: 8591

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Jensen guided you to the bathroom, where he turned on the shower and helped you step inside.

Jensen quickly stepped out of his own clothes to join you in the shower. You were still weak on your legs, so you leaned against him for support, feeling the solid warmth of his body grounding you. He gently rubbed your back with some shower foam, his touch tender and caring.

You let out a soft, contented sigh, the warm water and Jensen’s soothing touch relaxing your tired muscles. “We might as well just stay in the shower”, you mumbled with a playful smile, “since we seem to need it so often to clean up”.

Jensen chuckled, his hand moving in gentle circles on your back. “Well, it’s not a bad place to be”, he replied, his voice filled with warmth.

You closed your eyes, savoring the moment as he continued to wash you with gentle, thorough care. His fingers trailed over your skin, massaging away any remaining tension. The intimacy of the moment, the feeling of being so completely cared for, filled you with a deep sense of peace.

After a while, Jensen tilted your chin up, his eyes meeting yours with a tender gaze.

As Jensen looked into your eyes, the three words were on the tip of his tongue, ready to slip out. But he knew better than to rush things, to potentially overwhelm you with his feelings. Instead, he leaned in and kissed you softly.

His lips met yours with gentle reverence, a silent expression of his affection and desire. The kiss was tender, a reassurance of his feelings without needing to voice them aloud. He held you close, his touch conveying a depth of emotion that words couldn’t fully capture.

You responded to his kiss with equal tenderness, feeling the warmth and love that radiated from him.

After a lingering moment, Jensen pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours. His eyes searched yours, silently communicating a wealth of unspoken emotions. He smiled softly, his thumb gently brushing against your cheek.

“I care about you so much”, he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. “And being with you like this…it means everything to me”.

You felt your heart swell with affection, touched by his honesty and vulnerability. You reached up to cup his face in your hands, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his lips in return. It was a wordless acknowledgment of the connection you shared, a mutual understanding that transcended words.

Jensen held you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively. The water continued to cascade around you, the sound soothing in the background. In each other’s arms, you found solace and comfort, a sanctuary where love blossomed freely.

Jensen lay in bed, feeling the comforting weight of you nestled against his chest. He savored the peacefulness of the moment, his mind drifting as he watched the soft rise and fall of your breath. The day had been filled with intensity and passion, culminating in a deep connection shared between the two of you.

As he closed his eyes, ready to let sleep take over, Jensen’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up with JJ’s name and a video call notification. He glanced down at your sleeping form, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Your peaceful expression tugged at his heartstrings, reminding him of the tranquility he felt when you were near.

Jensen hesitated, torn between the desire to answer JJ’s call and the reluctance to disturb the serene moment you both shared. He knew how much JJ missed him, yet he also valued the quiet intimacy of this moment with you.

His phone buzzed again, drawing his attention back to the screen. Jensen sighed softly, realizing he couldn’t ignore JJ’s call indefinitely.

He reached over and answered JJ’s call, trying to speak softly so as not to disturb you from your peaceful sleep. The familiar face of his daughter filled the screen, her eyes brightening at the sight of him.

“Daddy!”, JJ exclaimed in a hushed tone, mindful of the late hour.

“Hey, sweetheart”, Jensen replied with a warm smile, his voice a gentle whisper. “How was your day?”.

JJ launched into a lively description of her day, recounting her adventures with friends and her latest school projects. Jensen listened attentively, occasionally nodding or smiling in response to her stories. He glanced over at you from time to time, relieved to see that you remained undisturbed, breathing softly in your sleep.

As JJ continued to chatter excitedly about her day, Jensen's heart swelled with affection for his daughter. He cherished these late-night conversations, even though they sometimes tested his ability to multitask, especially with you nestled against his chest in peaceful sleep.

You stirred softly against him, your arm tightening around his stomach. Jensen froze for a moment, his hand instinctively brushing over your head in a soothing gesture, hoping to prevent you from waking. Fortunately, you settled back into a deeper sleep, your breathing steady and even.

With a relieved sigh, Jensen adjusted his position slightly, holding his phone higher to ensure JJ couldn't see you on the screen. He continued to listen attentively to JJ's stories, occasionally nodding or smiling to show his engagement, all the while careful to keep his voice soft so as not to disturb you.

As JJ's excitement gradually ebbed, she yawned softly, her voice becoming more subdued. "Are you coming home soon, Daddy?", she asked, her eyes filled with a hint of longing.

Jensen's heart twinged with a pang of guilt. "I'll be home soon, sweetheart", he reassured her gently. "I miss you too".

JJ smiled sleepily, her fatigue finally catching up with her. "Okay", she murmured. "I love you, Daddy".

"I love you too, JJ", Jensen replied softly, his heart swelling with love for his daughter.

Setting his phone back on the nightstand, Jensen turned his attention back to you, his hand gently brushing through your hair. He marveled at how peaceful you looked in sleep, feeling a surge of warmth and contentment at having you in his life.

Carefully, Jensen shifted closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you snugly against his chest. He pressed a tender kiss on your forehead.

The next morning, Jensen’s alarm pierced through the quiet of the bedroom, signaling the start of a new day and the beginning of the convention. He stirred awake, the warmth of your body nestled against his a comforting reminder of the night before. Gently, he reached over to silence the alarm, his movements slow and deliberate so as not to disturb your sleep.

As he turned back to you, Jensen couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight of you still peacefully asleep. Your hair was tousled from the night, and a serene expression graced your features. He brushed a strand of hair away from your face, marveling at how effortlessly beautiful you looked even in sleep.

Leaning in, Jensen pressed a tender kiss against your forehead, lingering for a moment to savor the closeness between you.

You grumbled softly against Jensen's chest, not quite ready to wake up and face the day. Despite his gentle kiss and the warmth of his presence, you were reluctant to leave the comfort of the bed.

Jensen chuckled softly at your sleepy protest, his fingers tracing soothing circles on your back. "Come on, sweetheart", he murmured affectionately, his voice low and coaxing. "We have to get ready".

You let out a soft sigh, nuzzling closer to him. "I know", you mumbled, your voice still thick with sleep. "But can't we stay like this a little longer?".

Jensen smiled tenderly. He pressed another kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin. "As much as I'd love to", he replied softly, "we have to get moving".

He gently began to untangle himself from your embrace. Reluctantly, you opened your eyes and met his gaze, the warmth and affection in his eyes pulling at your heartstrings. With a soft sigh, you nodded, knowing he was right.

Together, you both got out of bed.

As Jensen styled his hair in the bathroom, meticulously applying gel to achieve the perfect look, you stood in the bedroom holding up the heels and the black dress with a cutout back. You turned to him expectantly, eager for his opinion, but his amused glance dashed your hopes.

“What?”, you asked, a touch disappointed, knowing you had hoped to impress him with your choice.

Jensen chuckled softly, his hands still slick with styling gel. “Baby, that dress and those heels”, he began, shaking his head slightly. “You can wear that for me tonight, but at the convention, people don’t walk around like that. You’d stick out like a sore thumb, and that’s the last thing we need—drawing unnecessary attention”.

Your shoulders slumped, feeling a bit dejected by Jensen’s gentle rebuke. “But what do they wear?”, you grumbled, looking at the other outfits you had chosen, which were all in a similar, dressy style.

Again Jensen chuckled softly, clearly amused but also touched by your effort. Deep down, this situation confirmed something for him: you knew how to dress elegantly for events like red carpets, and you were a good fit for him, even in the public eye.

He came over, wiping his hands on a towel before wrapping an arm around your waist. “Think casual and comfortable”, he suggested.

Jensen’s smile widened as he watched you toss the dress and heels onto the bed with a dramatic flair. “Most of the fans wear simple clothes”, he said, still chuckling. “Jeans and a t-shirt, or maybe some merch from the show”.

Your eyes tightened slightly in frustration. “I don’t do simple”, you grumbled, walking back to your closet. Still only in a thong and no bra, you could feel Jensen’s gaze lingering on you, making it even harder for him to concentrate.

After a moment, you turned back to him, holding up a shorter white pleated skirt and a thin grey sweatshirt that would fall loosely off your shoulders. It had a playful, schoolgirl vibe to it. “What about this?”, you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jensen’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he took in the outfit. “You’ll definitely stand out”, he teased, but his tone was approving. “But it’s casual enough to blend in with the crowd. And you look amazing in it”.

You grinned, feeling a bit more confident. “Alright, I’ll go with this”, you said, setting the outfit aside. You quickly slipped into the skirt and sweatshirt, adjusting the fabric so it draped just right over your shoulders.

Jensen washed his hands and carefully slipped on his black sweatshirt, being extra cautious not to mess up his freshly styled hair. As he closed his belt, he watched you fidgeting with the fabric of your cropped sweatshirt, which revealed a tantalizing glimpse of your smooth belly. Your uncertainty about the outfit was endearing, and Jensen couldn’t help but smile.

He glanced around the room, spotting your bra on the bed. With a playful grin, he picked it up and walked over to you, holding it in front of you. “You need to wear this for me”, he said, his tone teasing but earnest. “Or I won’t survive today”.

You followed his gaze and noticed how his eyes lingered on the slight bulges of your nipples through the thin fabric of the sweatshirt. Blushing slightly, you took the bra from him and turned around to put it on, feeling his appreciative eyes on you.

Once you were properly dressed, you turned back to him, feeling a bit more comfortable and confident. Jensen gave you an approving nod, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Perfect”, he said, pulling you into a quick hug.

You sighed in mock exasperation, grabbing a simple bag and muttering under your breath about simplicity. Jensen chuckled, clearly amused by your playful frustration. You shot him a mock glare, but couldn’t help a smile when he grinned back at you.

He licked his lips, a wide grin spreading across his face as he teased, “You’re adorable when you’re all grumpy, you know that?”.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the warmth in your cheeks betrayed your amusement. Jensen slipped on his shoes and spritzed on some cologne while you did the same.

As you finished, Jensen approached you, his hand gently pulling you close by the waist. He looked into your eyes, a serious expression replacing his earlier playful demeanor.

"We've talked about this", he began softly. "When the driver picks me up, you'll need to get a cab or drive yourself. As soon as I step out of this apartment, we don't know each other".

You bit your lip, feeling a pang of disappointment. You looked down, avoiding his gaze for a moment as the reality of the situation sank in. This was the agreement you both made to maintain privacy and avoid unnecessary attention during the convention.

Jensen's touch remained reassuring, his hand on your waist a comforting anchor. "It's just for a few hours", he continued gently. "Once we're back, we can relax and enjoy ourselves together. It's what we have to do".

You nodded slowly, meeting his gaze again with a small, understanding smile. "I know", you replied softly. "I just… It's weird to act like strangers after everything".

Jensen's expression softened, his hand sliding up to cup your face. "I promise, we'll make up for it later", he murmured, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips.

After Jensen pulled back slightly from the kiss, he retrieved his wedding ring from his wallet and slipped it back onto his finger. You couldn’t help but shoot him a disapproving look, though you understood why he needed to do it.

“Jensen”, you began softly.

He sighed, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I know”, he murmured, his eyes locking with yours. “It’s just part of the deal, especially at these events. It’s not how I want things to be, but it’s necessary”.

You nodded slowly, swallowing back the unease that threatened to rise. The sight of that ring back on his finger was a stark reminder of the reality you both faced. While you cherished the moments you shared, there were boundaries and obligations that couldn’t be ignored.

Jensen kissed you one more time, a soft and lingering press of his lips against yours, conveying both reassurance and longing. As he pulled back slightly, his hand remained on your cheek, his thumb gently brushing against your skin.

“I can’t wait to see you for our photo together”, he murmured, a teasing glint in his eyes as he leaned back just enough to give you a playful wink.

You couldn’t help but smile, despite the lingering unease in your chest. Jensen had a way of lightening the mood, even in the midst of serious discussions or challenging moments.

With that, Jensen gave you one last tender look before leaving the apartment. You stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath and collecting yourself. The weight of the situation was still heavy on your mind, but you knew you had to push through.

Grabbing your phone, you called for a cab, instructing the driver to arrive in about five minutes to give Jensen a head start. You spent those few minutes making sure you had everything you needed for the day.

When the time was up, you stepped out of the apartment and into the awaiting cab. The driver nodded as you gave the address of the convention center, and you settled into the backseat, your mind racing with anticipation and a touch of nervousness.

Arriving at the convention center, you paid the driver and stepped out, blending into the crowd of enthusiastic fans making their way inside. You adjusted your outfit, hoping it was casual enough to avoid drawing too much attention.

You showed your VIP pass at the entrance, and the staff guided you through to the designated area. The buzz of excitement and chatter filled the air, creating a vibrant atmosphere that was both exhilarating and a bit overwhelming.

As you made your way through the halls, you kept an eye out for familiar faces, knowing that Jensen would be somewhere nearby. Your heart raced with anticipation, eager for the moment when your paths would cross.

You found your seat in the front row, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The room was buzzing with energy, fans chatting animatedly and eagerly awaiting the arrival of their favorite stars.

After a while, a man with a friendly smile walked onto the stage and introduced himself. “Good morning, everyone! I’m Rob, and I’ll be your host for today. Are you ready to meet some incredible guests?”.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the excitement palpable. Rob grinned, clearly enjoying the enthusiastic response. “Alright then, let’s get started. Please welcome our first guest…”.

One by one, the guests took the stage, each greeted with enthusiastic applause and cheers. The atmosphere was electric, and you could feel the anticipation building as the introductions continued.

Finally, only Jared and Jensen were left to be introduced. Rob looked out at the crowd, his smile widening. “And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Please give a huge welcome to the dynamic duo themselves—Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles!”.

The crowd exploded into deafening cheers and applause as Jared and Jensen stepped onto the stage together. Jared, with his tall, imposing figure and infectious smile, waved energetically at the audience. Jensen, looking effortlessly charming in his casual yet stylish outfit, gave a warm, appreciative smile as he took his place beside Jared.

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride and excitement seeing Jensen up there, knowing the special connection you shared. Despite the distance that had to be maintained in public, the sight of him brought a comforting sense of familiarity and warmth.

Rob continued, “Let’s hear it one more time for Jared and Jensen!”.

The applause and cheers grew even louder, filling the room with an overwhelming sense of admiration and excitement.

After a short greeting, Rob spoke up again.

With the announcement of Jared and Jensen’s panel, Rob and the other guests left the stage, allowing the spotlight to shine solely on the duo. A few fans also began to leave the room, heading towards the photo ops and autograph sessions with the other actors and actresses.

As Jensen settled into his chair, he instinctively scanned the first row, his eyes quickly finding you. For a brief moment, his gaze lingered, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he refocused on the audience. It was a small, almost imperceptible acknowledgment, but it made your heart skip a beat.

Jared followed Jensen’s gaze and noticed the subtle exchange between you two. He couldn’t resist giving Jensen a playful nudge with his elbow, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Jensen, you’re looking a bit tired today”, Jared announced into the microphone, his voice dripping with mock concern. “Didn’t get much sleep last night?”.

The audience chuckled along with Jared’s teasing, enjoying the banter between the two actors. Jensen, always quick on his feet, decided to offer a partial truth to deflect any further probing.

“Yeah, thanks for pointing that out, Jared”, Jensen said, rolling his eyes with exaggerated annoyance. “It was a combination of a bumpy flight and some late-night calls from my daughter. You know how it is”.

Jared raised an eyebrow, clearly amused but willing to let Jensen’s explanation slide for now. “Sure, buddy”, he replied with a grin. “Whatever you say”.

The audience laughed again. Jensen took a moment to scan the crowd, his eyes briefly meeting yours again.

“Alright, let’s get to the questions”, Jared said, turning to the crowd.

Jensen did his best to maintain his composure, keeping his attention focused on the crowd rather than letting his gaze linger on you.

As the panel moved on to questions from the audience, Jensen smoothly transitioned into host mode, addressing the fans with genuine interest. He called on a young woman standing nervously in front of the microphone.

“Hi there”, Jensen greeted warmly. “What’s your question?”.

The young woman, clearly starstruck by being in Jensen's presence, took a moment to gather her thoughts before speaking. Her voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Fan: "Hi Jensen, I'm a huge fan! I was wondering, what's been the most challenging scene for you to film throughout the series?".

Jensen listened intently, nodding thoughtfully as he considered her question.

Jensen: "That's a great question. There have been quite a few challenging scenes over the years, but one that stands out for me is…".

He proceeded to recount a scene where his character faced a moral dilemma, delving into the emotional and technical challenges of portraying such complex moments on screen. Jared leaned back in his chair, nodding in agreement and occasionally interjecting with a humorous comment to lighten the mood.

Jensen: "It was emotionally draining, but those kinds of scenes are also incredibly rewarding as an actor".

The audience listened attentively, hanging on Jensen's every word. After answering the fan's question thoroughly, he thanked her and turned to another eager attendee.

The panel continued smoothly, with Jensen effortlessly balancing serious reflections on his craft with lighthearted banter with Jared and the fans. Each question brought out a different side of his personality, from heartfelt sincerity to playful wit, captivating the audience throughout the session.

As the panel neared its end, the final question came from a fan whose curiosity touched on Jensen’s personal life.

Fan: “Jensen, you’ve been married for quite a while. How do you manage to keep your marriage alive after so many years?”.

Jensen’s gaze dropped momentarily, his eyes flicking toward you. You were looking down at your fingers, clearly not thrilled at the prospect of hearing him talk about his wife. He took a deep breath, knowing he had to answer the question .

Jensen: “That’s a really good question”, he began, his voice steady. “Marriage, like any relationship, takes a lot of work. It’s about communication, trust, and making sure you always support each other. We make an effort to spend quality time together, even with our busy schedules”, he lied.

Jensen: “We’ve been through our ups and downs, like any couple, but at the end of the day, it’s about being there for each other and making each other a priority”.

As Jensen spoke, Jared noticed your discomfort. With a quick, subtle glance at you, he decided to intervene.

Jared: “And of course, Jensen here has a secret weapon—his amazing sense of humor”, Jared chimed in with a playful grin, drawing the audience’s attention towards him.

The crowd chuckled. Jensen smiled appreciatively at Jared, grateful for the diversion.

Jensen: “Yeah, laughter definitely helps keep things balanced”, he added, his tone more relaxed.

Jared: “And let’s not forget the importance of good friends to lean on, right, Jensen?”, Jared continued, keeping the focus on their friendship and away from any uncomfortable territory.

The audience clapped and cheered, enjoying the camaraderie between the two actors.

With the panel wrapping up, Jared and Jensen thanked the audience once more, waving as they exited the stage. As they made their way backstage, Jensen looked at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of apology and affection.

Stepping into the green room, Jensen let out an annoyed groan. “Can’t there be one fucking convention without a fucking question about Danneel?”, he muttered towards Jared, frustration evident in his voice.

Jared gave him a sympathetic look, patting him on the back. “You handled it well, man. It’s just part of the territory”.

Jensen pulled out his phone, quickly typing a message to you: "Hey, hope you’re doing okay. Get yourself something to eat and drink, and I hope you had fun despite that last stupid question".

He sent the message, hoping to bring some comfort to you. He knew that the last question might have dampened your spirits, but he wanted to remind you that he was thinking about you.

Jensen glanced at Jared, who was watching him with a knowing look. “What?”, Jensen asked, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

“Nothing”, Jared replied with a smirk. “Just thinking how lucky you are to have someone who cares so much about you”.

Jensen smiled faintly. “Yeah, I know”.

Jensen and Jared sat down on a couch. Jared leaned back, looking at Jensen with a curious expression.

“So, what’s the deal with you and her?”, Jared asked, not bothering to beat around the bush. “You labeled it?”.

Jensen sighed, running a hand through his hair. His brow furrowed as he considered Jared’s question. After a moment of silence, he looked at Jared without saying a word.

Jared chuckled softly, recognizing the expression on Jensen’s face. “Oh, I know that look, man”, he said. “You love her”.

Jensen shook his head slightly, trying to deny it. “It’s too early to tell, Jared”, he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “I care about her a lot, but…”.

“But what?”, Jared pressed gently, leaning forward with a supportive expression.

Jensen hesitated, grappling with his emotions as he tried to articulate his feelings to Jared.

“But what if it’s not what she wants?”, Jensen finally admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. “I don’t want to complicate things for her. This life, my commitments… it’s a lot to ask someone to take on”.

Jared leaned back again, crossing his arms thoughtfully. “You won’t know unless you talk to her, man”, he advised, his tone gentle but firm. “You’re both adults. If she cares about you too, she’ll understand”.

Jensen nodded slowly, his brow furrowed in contemplation. “I just don’t want to mess things up. We have a good thing going, and I don’t want to risk losing that”.

Jared raised an eyebrow at Jensen, his expression thoughtful yet decisive.

“Look, man”, Jared began, his tone earnest. “From everything you’ve told me about her, it’s clear she’s not looking for some meaningless hookup. And let’s face it, the way you two already act around each other, it’s like you’re practically a damn couple already. Why not just name it?”.

Jensen shifted uncomfortably in his seat, Jared’s words hitting close to home. “I don’t know, Jared”, he replied quietly. “It’s just… it’s a fucking big step. And I’m not sure if I’m ready to use that word yet”.

“You don’t have to rush anything”, he said. “But don’t ignore what’s right in front of you either. You care about her, she cares about you. It’s okay to admit that”.

Jensen mumbled, almost to himself, “But as soon as I admit it, everything will change”.

Jared sighed. “Remember a few weeks ago, when I had that talk with her? She was devastated, thinking you had already lost interest in her. That wouldn’t have happened if she knew you actually had feelings for her”.

Jensen’s stomach churned at the word ´feelings´. It was a heavy word, one that carried a lot of weight and implications.

“I know, I know”, Jensen admitted, running a hand through his hair. “I just… it scares me, okay? What if I can’t give her what she deserves? What if she ends up getting hurt because of me?”.

Jared shook his head. “You’re overthinking it, man. She’s a grown woman. She can handle herself, and she knows what she wants. You just need to be honest with her. It might be scary, but it’s better than leaving her in the dark, doubting herself and you”.

Jensen sighed, feeling the weight of Jared’s words. “I don’t want to hurt her”, he said softly.

“Then don’t”, Jared replied simply. “Be honest with her. Tell her how you feel. You might be surprised by how she responds”.

That’s when Misha stepped into the room, followed by Cliff, who just had to pee. Misha glanced between the two of them, his curiosity piqued. “Who might surprise Jensen?”, he asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jared quickly waved off Misha’s question, mumbling something about a fan taking videos of Jensen in the hallway. “Yeah, some fan was out there with a camera, making a big fuss”, Jared said, his tone casual but clearly trying to divert the conversation.

Jensen looked at Jared, nearly surprised and proud of his quick distraction. He gave a slight nod of appreciation.

Misha, always eager to join in on the fun, grinned. “Speaking of fans, did you see that (y/h/c) haired girl in the front row? The one with that little white skirt?”.

Jensen’s heart skipped a beat at Misha’s mention of you. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but the mere thought of you brought a rush of warmth and nerves.

Jared chuckled, catching Jensen’s reaction. “Yeah, I saw her. Hard to miss, right?”.

Misha smirked, clearing his throat before chiming in, “Yeah, definitely. Can’t wait for my panel with that view”.

Jensen’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, his discomfort evident at Misha’s playful comment. He shifted in his seat, feeling a mix of irritation and protectiveness towards you. Jared tried not to grin too much, sensing Jensen’s unease but unable to resist teasing him just a bit.

“Come on, Misha”, Jared interjected, trying to lighten the mood. “Let’s keep it professional”.

Misha raised his hands in mock surrender, grabbing a bottle of water from the nearby table. “I didn’t say anything inappropriate, even though I have a few thoughts in mind about those legs”, he quipped, letting himself fall back onto the couch.

Jared shook his head, chuckling softly. Jensen’s irritation was still evident, but he was doing his best to keep it in check.

“Well, since the two of you are off the market, I’ll check my chances with her. She’s hot”.

Jared raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Misha’s antics. “Good luck with that”, he said with a chuckle, glancing over at Jensen again to see his reaction.

Jensen’s jaw tightened briefly, but he forced a smile, trying to play along. “Just remember, Misha, we’re not here to scout dates”, he said, his tone light but with an edge of seriousness.

Misha laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender once more. “Relax, guys. I’m just kidding… mostly”, he said, winking. “But seriously, you have to admit, she’s definitely eye-catching”.

Jensen stood up, mumbling about how he had to go to the autograph session. As if on cue, his assistant walked through the door, followed by Jared’s assistant who informed Jared that it was time for his photo op. With a nod, Jared left with Cliff and his assistant, while Jensen was accompanied by his assistant and another bodyguard.

Meanwhile, you checked your phone and saw Jensen’s message, sighing softly. He was right—you should eat something. Determined to find some food, you wandered around the hotel, your stomach growling softly. Just as you rounded a corner, you collided with someone, smashing right into a hard chest.

Flustered, you quickly excused yourself, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry!”, you stammered, not daring to look up as you hurriedly made your way to the nearest food stand. Behind you, a surprised Misha and his bodyguard stood, momentarily taken aback by the sudden encounter. A few fans nearby watched the scene in disbelief, whispering amongst themselves.

Misha, recovering from his surprise, turned to his bodyguard with a bemused expression. “Did that just happen?”, he asked, shaking his head with a chuckle. The bodyguard nodded, equally amused.

You reached the food stand, still feeling the heat of embarrassment on your cheeks. Taking a deep breath, you focused on ordering something to eat, trying to shake off the awkward encounter.

As you waited for your food, you couldn’t help but glance around, making sure you weren’t drawing any unwanted attention. Fortunately, most of the fans were preoccupied with their own excitement, allowing you a moment of peace to collect yourself.

After a while, your food was ready. You walked towards the waitress, retrieving your grilled cheese and coffee. You made your way outside the hotel, searching for a quiet spot to enjoy your meal and gather your thoughts. Finding a peaceful bench under a tree, you sat down and took a deep breath, savoring the moment of solitude.

Before digging in, you quickly snapped a photo of your food and sent it to Jensen, who was still waiting for a reply. You texted him, “I will feel much better with all this cheese in me”.

Jensen’s reply came almost instantly, his playful tone evident even through text. “Something else inside you would make you feel even better”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his teasing, your cheeks flushing slightly as you imagined his grin. You texted back, “Behave yourself, Mr. Ackles. I need to eat first”.

Jensen grinned at his phone, before he sat it down just as the next fan approached for an autograph, shifting gears smoothly into his public persona.

“Hi there”, Jensen greeted warmly, his smile genuine as he signed the fan’s item. “What’s your name?”.

The fan, clearly excited to meet him, introduced herself with a beaming smile. Jensen engaged her in conversation, asking about her favorite moments from the show and making her feel special with his attentive demeanor.

As he signed her item, Jensen’s mind briefly wandered back to your text. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, appreciating the light-hearted connection amidst the busy convention atmosphere.

“Thank you so much”, the fan said gratefully, clutching her signed item. “This means the world to me”.

“You’re welcome”, Jensen replied sincerely, his focus entirely on her now. “Enjoy the rest of the convention”.

After the fan walked away, Jensen glanced at his phone, his fingers quickly typing out a message to you.

“Does the ‘behave’ part include tonight when I’ve got you all to myself?”, he texted.

“Depends on how persuasive you are”, you responded, your heart racing at the thought of the evening ahead.

Jensen saw your reply just as he finished signing another autograph. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. The rest of the autograph session seemed to fly by, his thoughts frequently drifting to you and the promise of the night to come.

In the green room, Misha was already waiting for Jensen, leaning casually against a table while chatting with a couple of the crew members. As soon as Jensen walked in, Misha straightened up, giving him a friendly nod. With their bodyguards in tow, they made their way to the stage together.

When they walked on stage, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. Jensen scanned the audience, quickly finding you in your seat. His heart skipped a beat as he saw you watching him, a soft smile on your lips.

Misha took the microphone first, his voice carrying through the enthusiastic crowd. “Hello, beautiful people! Are we all having a blast?”. His rhetorical question was met with cheers and applause, the energy palpable in the room.

His eyes swiftly found you among the audience, and a playful grin spread across his face. “So, earlier today, I had a bit of a clumsy moment in the hallway”, he began, his tone light-hearted yet sincere. “I happened to bump into someone who was clearly on a mission for a grilled cheese”.

Laughter rippled through the audience as Misha recounted your unexpected collision. He continued, his expression becoming more earnest, “Honestly, it was entirely my fault. I should have been paying more attention. By the time I realized what happened, you were already gone, probably off to enjoy that sandwich”.

The crowd chuckled along with Misha’s self-deprecating humor. “So, to the lovely person in the white skirt”, Misha said, his gaze locked on you, “I owe you an apology. And as a gesture of goodwill, how about joining me for a meet and greet after this panel? My treat”.

The invitation caught you off guard, and you felt a mix of surprise and amusement at being singled out in such a public way. The fans around you murmured excitedly.

Jensen stood beside Misha, trying his best to keep his calm demeanor and overplay the twinge of jealousy gnawing at him. It seemed like everyone else had the freedom to meet with you or speak to you so openly, but he couldn’t. And after hearing Misha’s playful comments about you in the green room, Jensen wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of you meeting Misha alone.

He plastered on a smile, though, and kept the panel moving. “Well, looks like Misha’s making new friends already”, Jensen quipped into the microphone, eliciting more laughter from the audience.

You nodded and smiled at Misha’s offer, still a bit flustered but managing to look composed. “Sure, that sounds like fun”, you replied, your voice carrying over the noise of the crowd.

The room erupted into cheers and applause once more, the fans delighted by the spontaneous offer and your acceptance.

Jensen took over smoothly, his professional demeanor never faltering. He knew better than to let his emotions get the best of him, especially in front of an audience. Ignoring the simmering jealousy, he focused on the fans who had lined up for questions, engaging them with his usual charm and wit.

The Q&A session flowed seamlessly, with Jensen and Misha sharing anecdotes, jokes, and heartfelt moments from their time on the show. Despite his inner turmoil, Jensen’s responses were thoughtful and entertaining, keeping the audience captivated.

As the panel continued, you could see Jensen’s effort to maintain his composure. You admired his ability to stay professional, even as you sensed the underlying tension. It made you even more eager to talk to him later and reassure him of your feelings.

After the Q&A session ended, Jensen and Misha thanked the fans once again for their support and enthusiasm. The crowd cheered loudly, clearly appreciative of the duo’s time and effort.

Backstage, Jensen’s phone buzzed with a message from you: “I’ll talk to you after the meet and greet. Don’t worry, okay?”.

Jensen felt a bit of relief at your message, though the knot in his stomach remained. He quickly replied, “Enjoy your time with Misha”.

Meanwhile, Misha approached you at the side of the stage, waiting there with a security guard, ready to escort you to the meet and greet. “Ready to join me?”, he asked, his tone warm and inviting.

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Yeah, let’s go”, you replied, following Misha to the designated area.

As you walked together, Misha’s assistant and bodyguard followed closely behind, ensuring everything ran smoothly. Misha glanced at you with a curious expression, trying to sound casual.

“Your first time at a convention?”, he asked, his tone friendly.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, it is. It’s been pretty overwhelming, but in a good way”.

Misha chuckled softly. “I remember my first convention. It can be a lot to take in, but the energy from the fans is incredible. They make it all worth it”.

You nodded in agreement, feeling more at ease with Misha’s easygoing nature. “I can see that. Everyone’s been so welcoming and excited”.

Misha led you to the designated area for the meet and greet, where a line of eager fans was already forming. He turned to you, his expression sincere. “Just relax and have fun. These meet and greets are all about connecting with the fans and making their day”.

You took a deep breath and nodded. “Thanks. I appreciate it”.

When the meet and greet finally wrapped up, Misha signaled you to wait a moment as the last few fans exited the room. Once they were gone, Misha sent his assistant and bodyguard away, telling them he’d be right outside in a moment. Left alone with you, he approached with a friendly, slightly flirtatious smile.

“So”, Misha began, his tone casual but his eyes twinkling with mischief, “did you enjoy yourself?”.

You nodded. “Yeah, it was great. Thanks again for inviting me”.

Misha leaned in slightly. “I’m glad to hear that. You know, it’s not every day I get to spend time with someone as interesting as you”.

You felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at his words. “Oh, come on”, you said, trying to laugh it off. “I’m sure you meet plenty of interesting people at these things”.

He shrugged, his gaze steady. “Maybe, but you stand out. There’s something different about you”. His smile grew a bit more sincere. “Seriously, though”, Misha said, his voice dropping to a soft, intimate tone, “you’ve got this… I don’t know, something captivating about you. It’s… refreshing”.

You chuckled nervously, trying to deflect the attention. “Thanks. That’s really sweet of you to say”.

Misha leaned in slightly, his smile widening. “And you’re not just interesting. You’re also really pretty”.

You felt your cheeks heat up, blushing under his gaze. You opened your mouth to say something but found yourself momentarily speechless.

Misha took your silence as encouragement, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “How about we grab a drink later? I’d love to get to know you better”.

You hesitated, carefully considering your response. “I, uh, appreciate the offer”, you began slowly. “But I’ve got something going on later”.

Misha raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “Oh? Something going on, huh? Is that a polite way of telling me you’re taken?”.

You smiled awkwardly, not wanting to give too much away. “Let’s just say it’s complicated. I’m… figuring things out”.

Misha nodded, his expression understanding but still playful. “Fair enough. But if you ever change your mind, the offer stands. No pressure”.

You nodded, grateful for his understanding. “Thanks”.

He straightened up, giving you one last charming smile. “Alright, well, I’ll let you get back to your day. It was great talking to you”.

You watched as Misha walked away, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty.

Misha went back to the green room. As he entered, he found Jared, Jensen, Matt, and Rob deep in conversation. Jensen, who had been absentmindedly checking his phone, looked up and raised an eyebrow at Misha’s gloomy demeanor.

“How’d the meet and greet go?”, Jensen asked, curiosity and a hint of concern in his voice.

Misha let himself plop onto the couch with a dramatic sigh, his head falling back against the cushions. “Miss Skirt���s got a boyfriend or something”, he grumbled, his frustration evident.

Matt furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Who are you talking about, man?”.

Misha waved a hand dismissively, staring at the ceiling. “Just this girl from the meet and greet. She was interesting, you know? Captivating, even. But she’s got… something going on”.

Rob, who had been strumming lightly on his guitar, paused and looked over. “Sounds like she made quite an impression on you”.

Jared smirked, nudging Misha’s leg with his foot. “Yeah, and it sounds like you made an impression too. A grumpy one”.

Jensen chuckled but his eyes kept darting to his phone, clearly waiting for a message.

“So, she said she had something going on, huh? Maybe she’s just playing hard to get”, Matt mumbled.

Misha shook his head, sitting up and looking more serious. “No, I don’t think so. She seemed genuine. Like she really had something to figure out”.

Jensen couldn't help but feel a swell of respect for you. He knew how Misha could be, and it took a lot to turn him down. He finally spoke up, trying to sound nonchalant. "Maybe she's just not looking for anything right now. People have their reasons".

Misha nodded, though he still seemed a bit dejected. "Yeah, maybe. I guess I'll just have to wait and see if she changes her mind". With that, the conversation drifted to lighter topics.

A while later, the photo ops with Jensen were next. You stood in line, watching as Jensen hugged all the fans, posing with them and smiling at the camera. Each interaction seemed genuine, his charisma making every fan feel special.

As the line moved forward, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness build inside you. Finally, it was your turn. Jensen’s eyes scanned the crowd, and the moment he spotted you, his smile grew automatically, brighter and more personal than the ones before.

“Hey there”, he greeted warmly, stepping forward to close the distance between you. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up”, he whispered.

You laughed softly, feeling a bit more at ease. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world”.

He pulled you into a hug, holding you a little tighter and a little longer than he had with the others.

As the photographer signaled that it was time for the shot, Jensen pressed you slightly tighter against himself. His hand dropped possessively down to your waist, squeezing your soft flesh between your skirt and shirt. The contact sent a shiver through you, and your own hand instinctively dropped to his hips, pulling him closer. Your face leaned against his chest, finding comfort in the familiar scent of him.

Both of you smiled into the camera, the chemistry between you undeniable. It was as if the rest of the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. The click of the camera felt almost distant, a backdrop to the intensity of your connection.

As the photographer snapped the photo, Jensen’s hand brushed over your back and slightly over your ass, a touch so subtle yet filled with intent. His fingers lingered for a moment before he pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked onto yours.

“Thank you”, he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper, but the emotion behind it spoke volumes.

You felt a rush of warmth spread through you, both from his touch and his words. “Thank you”, you replied, your voice equally soft, but filled with sincerity.

The next fan in line stepped forward, breaking the spell. Jensen gave you one last meaningful look before turning his attention to the eager fan, his professional smile back in place.

You walked away, your heart pounding and your mind racing with the intensity of the moment. The feel of his hand, the way he had held you, and the depth in his eyes—everything had felt so real, so undeniable.

As the day went on, you found it hard to focus on anything else. You wandered around the venue, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside you.

Jensen, meanwhile, went through the motions of the photo op, his thoughts repeatedly drifting back to you.

Eventually, the first day came to an end. With a milkshake in hand, you sat outside of the hotel, the cool evening air a welcome contrast to the day’s intensity. You had sent Jensen a message an hour ago, asking if he wanted to order some food or if you should grab something on the way home. The wait for his response felt longer than usual, each passing minute filled with anticipation and uncertainty.

Finally, your phone buzzed with his call. You quickly found a quiet corner and answered, trying to mask the disappointment in your voice. “Hey”.

“Hey”, he replied, his tone apologetic. “Listen, my colleagues want to go out to a restaurant tonight. It’s sort of a last-minute thing”.

Your heart sank, though you tried to keep your composure. “Oh, I see. No worries”.

“I’m really sorry”, he continued, his voice sincere. “I wish you could come with us”.

“Yeah, me too”, you said softly, trying to hide your disappointment. “It’s okay, though. Enjoy your dinner”.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, filled with unspoken words and emotions. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise”, Jensen finally said, his voice determined.

You managed a small smile, even though he couldn’t see it. “I know you will. Have a great night”.

“You too”, he replied softly. “See you later, okay?”.

“Sure”, you said, though deep down, you wondered when ´later´ would be. You hung up and sighed, feeling a mix of emotions—understanding his commitment to his colleagues but also wishing for more time together.

As your taxi arrived, you got inside and drove home, the city lights blurring past the windows as you tried to distract yourself from the disappointment weighing on your heart. Once you reached your apartment, you dragged yourself inside, the emptiness of the space echoing your mood.

You decided to eat something simple, not really feeling up to cooking anything elaborate. After finishing your meal, you decided to draw a bath, hoping the warm water would help you relax and take your mind off things. As you sank into the tub, the soothing heat wrapped around you, but it couldn’t completely wash away the sadness lingering in your chest. You weren’t mad at Jensen—you never could be—but you were undeniably sad about how the evening had turned out.

Meanwhile, Jensen and the rest of the cast were seated in a lively restaurant, the atmosphere buzzing with laughter and conversation. Despite the lively environment, Misha was still a bit grumpy, the earlier rejection from you clearly still on his mind. Matt, noticing Misha’s mood, couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Cheer up, Misha. Plenty of fish in the sea, right?”, Matt said with a grin.

Misha rolled his eyes but couldn’t help a small smile. “Yeah, yeah. I know”.

Across the table, Jared leaned in towards Jensen, his voice dropping to a more private tone. “Did you talk to her? What did she say about the convention so far?”.

Jensen nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “Yeah, I talked to her. She seemed to be enjoying it, but… she was a bit disappointed when I told her about dinner plans”.

Jared gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m sure she understands. These things happen”.

“I know”, Jensen sighed, glancing at his phone as if willing it to give him a reason to leave. “I just wish I could spend more time with her. It feels like we’re always missing each other”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 18

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[atsusluvie]

jealous kisses

pairing: bada x reader

summary: bada and tatter were seen holding hands at a concert and you can't help but feel jealous.

warnings: 🤏🏼 suggestive

wc: ~ 1.5k

a/n: sooo i've never written before and honestly it's not the best, please spare me. also absolutely no hate to tatter i love her 🫶🏼

your head found a place in Bada’s lap as you both lounge around on lusher’s couch; her fingers tracing their way up from your cheeks to play with strands of your hair. you lean into her touch, reveling in her affection. it’s rare these days –with all the filming– for you both to have a moment to breathe and just enjoy the day. bada took this opportunity to have a movie night with you and the rest of team bebe, as a sort of team bonding moment, and lusher was nice enough to offer her apartment as the meeting place.

“what time did you tell them to come?” you look up from your phone to face lusher, who’s sitting on the couch diagonal to you.

“minah texted in the group chat that they were heading up so they should be-” your attention turns to the door at the ring of the bell. “-here.”

you sit up straight –cuddling into bada’s side as she wraps an arm over your shoulder– to make room for the others as lusher makes her way to open the door for the rest. they each pile in taking off their shoes and coats, greeting you three with hi’s and hugs.

“i brought snacks! everyone’s favorites!” cheche waves around the snack-filled bags in her hand.

everyone settles into their respective spots on the couches and excitedly dig into their snacks while searching on their phones for movies that the team could agree on.

“oh my god unnie did you see the picture the fans took of us? at the concert last night.” tatter hands bada her phone, you peek over to see a picture of bada guiding tatter to their seats by her hand. you knew bada and tatter were just good friends, but that didn’t stop your stomach from churning.

“this is so funny people are theorizing that we could be in a relationship, but little do they know…” tatter giggles, hinting at the lack of awareness the public had of your relationship with bada. you two are private about your relationship, to keep your peace away from prying eyes and also because you are on competing crews for swf2. you’re starting to regret that decision.

the others also giggle at the predicament, each saying a variation of how the public would be surprised to know the truth, unaware of your tense body sitting quietly next to bada.

“hey, are you alright love? you seem tense.” bada asks, giving your shoulders a light squeeze.

“uh yeah. i’m just gonna use the bathroom really quick.” you pat her leg and stand up. your head was spinning with so many thoughts that you didn't notice the others quieting down as they watched you beeline down the hall.

you lock the door to the bathroom and turn to face the mirror above the sink. your reflection looked like a blur; your mind racing with the event that just occurred, to all the comments swf2 contestants would make and all the times they were being touchy with bada. but bada would always set boundaries, some distance when anyone would get closer than what she knows you’re comfortable with. and usually you didn’t mind her holding hands as a platonic gesture, you did with your crew and friends too, but the comments just ate at your insecurities. your relationship might not be public, but you weren’t sparing with your affections, so why weren’t comments made about you two?

you turn on the faucet and attempt to wash away the lingering worries. you unlock the door to head out after drying your face, only to be stopped in your tracks by the sight of bada with her arms crossed, leaning against the wall. her brows were furrowed and her gaze was on the floor before she realized that you had opened the door. her eyes full of concern soften as they meet yours.

“you got up so abruptly and looked pale. are you sure you’re okay?” she steps forward to examine you closer, her eyes searching your face for any sign of illness.

you nod your head. “yeah i’m fine, i just needed a moment.”

“if this is about the picture, you know tatter and i are just friends right? you’re the one i want, no one else.” she reaches up to tuck a loose hair behind your ear and slides her hand down to rest by the base of your neck.

“i know… i just needed a moment to pull myself together.” you sheepishly look away, avoiding her eyes. 

"hmm i see..." she hums, stepping forward again and backing you into the wall as she places an arm above your head. 

“is someone jealous?” she brings her head down trying to meet your eyes and you catch a glimpse of her knowing grin. 

“you’re so cute when you’re jealous,” she coos, nudging your chin up with her finger to get you to meet her eyes. “you get all pouty and embarrassed.” her eyes trail down to your lips and like a pair of magnets, her lips slowly find their way to yours. her slow gentle kiss, the warmth of her touch, lulls you for just a moment.

when she pulls away, your eyes make contact for a moment before you avert back it to the wall.

“why are you still avoiding my eyes?”

“i can’t look at you right now.” you mumble.

she lets out a chuckle. “and why is that?”

“because…”

“because…?” she raises her brows expectantly.

“because! If I look at your pretty face right now, it’s just gonna remind me how every other girl thinks you’re pretty too and i can't stand it!” you huff out.

she bursts out laughing, throwing her head back.

“it’s not funny.” you whine, shoving her shoulder.

“maybe just a little.” she says, which makes you pout more –drawing her eyes back down to your lips. she brings a hand up to cup your jaw, pulling your face close enough that you feel her breath on your lips.

“i might hug other people, might even hold their hand… but my lips belong on yours.” her eyes still intensely staring at your lips, her tongue instinctively pokes out to wet her lips as she grazes your bottom lip with her thumb, pushing down on it a little.

“i only kiss you” she pulls you in to connect your lips, a little harder than the last. the kiss grew a little rougher, sloppier before she pulls back. “like this.” bada leans her forehead against yours, trying to catch her breath. you could see a string of your mixed saliva connecting your lips. from the way bada smirks, you can tell she noticed too.

“i only touch you like this.” her hands slide down your body slowly, making sure to take her time. she grazes over your clothed chest, down to pull you at your waist making you arch your body into hers, chests flushing together.

she looks down at where your bodies touched, biting back a smile, before reconnecting your lips. you can tell she was getting needy by how eager her kisses were. her tongue brushes over your bottom lip asking for access, which you give, letting her tongue explore yours. you wrap your arms around her neck, wanting her closer, needing to feel more of her. you feel her fingers dip under the seam of your shirt, grazing lightly over your skin. as though a light graze was not enough for her, she brings her warm hands up your shirt to feel more of you. she stops just above your rib cage, thumbs almost dipping underneath your bra.

“fuck baby, i love how you feel.” she pants out. her touch and words spread warmth throughout your body and your hands instinctively find their way to the back of her neck, giving the hairs a slight tug. she moans into your lips. the sounds of sloppy kisses and her quiet moans echoing through the halls send heat between your legs. as if she can sense it, bada pushes a leg in between yours barely grazing where you need her most. you tug at her hair a little harder for being a tease.

“ah, impatient are we?” she groans, loving the slight pain that shoots down her neck.

“YOU TWO BETTER NOT BE MAKING BABIES IN MY BATHROOM!” the sound of lusher’s voice booming from the living room breaks you two apart.

“THAT’S NOT EVEN BIOLOGICALLY POSSIBLE.” bada yells back, rolling her eyes.

“we’ll continue this later.” she smiles, giving you a quick peck.

bonus:

“so did y’all pick a movie?” bada asks nonchalantly as you both sit back down on the couch.

“yeah, but uh… unnie you smudged your lipstick a little.” kyma pointed at the side of her lips.

bada eyes widen as her hand quickly shoots up to wipe at her lips. the other girls laughed at bada incriminating herself.

“idiot you didn’t wear any lipstick today.” you swatted her hand.

[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 52

Sorry for the long wait! I got a bit distracted with the new series...

The biofields on Gallifrey are so active that they can keep non-Gallifreyans young. For example, Leela had not aged even after 25 years on Gallifrey. (Audio: Spirit)

The Tenth Doctor recalled that Jamie McCrimmon used to hide the Second Doctor's recorder from him. (Comic: The Forgotten)

The TARDIS chose a name for herself but never told anyone (including the Doctor) what it was. (Short story: Toy Story)

By some accounts, the First Doctor was unaware of Sol prior to running away from Gallifrey. On the other hand, Susan had learned about the solar system and the planet Earth in the classes she took on spatial cartography. (Audio: The Beginning)

The Forge salvaged a Gallifreyan sarcophagus, which is a type of hibernation unit. When the Seventh Doctor, Ace, and Hex opened it, they found an older version of the Doctor inside. (Audio: A Death in the Family)

The Seventh Doctor kept a calendar keeping track of when his friends would die, which is how he knew about Evelyn. (Audio: A Death in the Family)

The Third Doctor possessed an obedience spray. When he used it, he could make people follow his orders. (Comic: Undercover)

The First Doctor used to skip class at the Academy to practice juggling and yo-yoing. (Novel: Match of the Day)

John Smith - an amnesiac Decayed Master - once treated the Seventh Doctor, removing his clothes after they had been charred by a lightning strike and wrapping him in wet towels to ease the pain. Feeling that the Doctor could help restore his memories, John Smith fell into a reverie next to the Doctor and forgot about his other guests at the time. He gave the Doctor water when he woke up and warned him not to move because of the physical trauma he had gone through. (Audio: Master)

When a Time Lord truly goes mad, a part of their mind becomes lost, referred to as Dark Design. This unleashes the dark part of their minds. Those affected by Dark Design are hidden away in institutions. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)

This Dark Design is a true evil within the very DNA of Time Lords. While unaffected Time Lords effectively stabilize space-time, a Time Lord suffering from Dark Design might have the effect of changing the future and the past like a virus. (Novel: The Infinity Doctors)

Dark Design is a lot more intense than Time Lord Insanity and enters mental spaces unfathomable to other species. (Novel: SLEEPY)

Omega was affected by Dark Design and as a result was able to summon an embodiment of his dark side. (Short story: A History of the Universe; TV: The Three Doctors)

The Seventh Doctor had met no sufferers of Dark Design native to his time. However, he knew of possible futures where he would become affected. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)

The above points are particularly interesting when you take into account several incidents in DW Canon. For one, the Master said, "There is some evil in all of us, Doctor, even you. The Valeyard is an amalgamation of the darker sides of your nature, somewhere between your twelfth and final incarnation, and I may say you do not improve with age." Furthermore, the Doctor’s dark side was once again manifested later on as the Dream Lord. There was an additional manifestation of the Doctor’s darkness (or, the weak, insecure, lonely aspect) somewhat dormant in the Sixth's subconsciousness. (TV: The Ultimate Foe, Amy's Choice; Audio: The Widow's Assassin)

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[everestgale]

there are a few details I JUST NOTICED about your designs somehow and YO HOLY-

THE THING ON SMITTEN'S CHEST IS A HEART SHAPE?? WITH A COUPLE OF LIKE FEATHERY TUFTS POKING OUT BUT A HEART SHAPE.?

ARE THOSE THINGS ON CONTRARIAN. CRACKS???????????????

Yes, and yes!

Smitten's feather cloak has a large heart shape on the front (because he is Smitten, and he is full of love and devotion to the Princess!). The link leads to my recent illustration set with him, and the HeA drawing shows the heart much more prominently than the ref does (though I drew it too small </3)

As for Contrarian... Well, time for EG to ramble about Contrarian.

Fun fact: Cheated and Contrarian are the two voices who don't start their respective Chapter II with their final designs! I made a quick sketch for Cheated when I was making "Oh I will ruin you" illustrations (you might notice Cheated in that drawing is a lot fluffier/not as sharp as he is normally, and that was on purpose!), and I drew Contrarian just now for this post! This pre-Stranger Contrarian is almost identical to my old Contrarian design, just borrowing the sleeve feathers from the new design.

[This is getting long, a lot more ramblings & small sketches under the cut]

So! Contrarian doesn't start the Stranger with his cracks, he gains them as the route progresses, starting at at the cabin. They start small, practically unnoticeable, but get worse as the route progresses, especially as the princess begins to fracture into five. Almost like Contrarian's guilt over what he's doing to Stranger is eating away at him, manifesting physically into cracks, until he looks like this, when the player finally take their "action":

We should help her. I think... we did this.

In all other routes, Contrarian uses his design from the lineup (the one in your screenshot), back to his cheery chaotic self, but still very much affected by his experience with Stranger.

This very much hinges on my small headcanon that voices' appearance in Chapter II is their "formative experience," if you may, and regardless of the timeline, those are their first memories as their own people if that makes sense? Does anything I write make sense?

He also looks the same for the Strange Beginnings cabin at the end, except he has his eyes fully open (and it's the only time he ever does, really):

Why did I make and decide all that? Well, there were three main reasons why I wanted Contrarian's design to feature some cracks/some sort of fracture.

To make him mirror Cheated (who was repeatedly cut into small pieces and sewn back together)

To make him mirror Stranger (with the five fractured princesses merging into one)

To represent his contrarian nature not being a permanent fixture in his actions/personality (as he almost entirely breaks away from his role as, well, a contrarian in the Strange Beginnings cabin)

The first two are also the reasons why Contrarian's color is the dark-brown-orange color because it's supposed to mimic clay! With his journey of personal growth in Stranger-to-Strange Beginnings, it made so much sense to make his design look sort of moldable, something that's not as "fixed" and "permanent" as the other designs, if that makes sense. He even kind of looks like a clay statue with these cracks, too!

...I doubt you expected this large essay on Contrarian when you sent this ask, but, uh, I love Contrarian, so I wanted to talk about him!

[otaku0411]

A Future Rewritten

Summary: After years of dreaming of parenthood, Y/n and Nanami face the devastating loss of their first pregnancy. The grief threatens to consume their relationship as Y/n struggles with feelings of guilt and inadequacy while Nanami fights to hold their bond together.

TW: Miscarriages, infertility, mention of alcoholism, and depression episodes

A/n: This is my first angst-like fanfic so please don’t be too harsh and my first JJk fanfic🥲

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Both of y’all went to the doctor to see if there wer anything wrong that could affect yall fertility. The results came out great for Nanami. However for you, it said that you might be struggling with fertility issues. Doctor explained that it’s not impossible, but it will take a while longer for you to conceive. Feeling upset at the news, you try different herbs and positions that could increase your chance but nothing seems to work.

It became more difficult when friends and family would have get together and their children would be around playing in blissful innocence that they still have. There was one time where Gojo brought his son, and for some odd reason he was following Nanami around all day and your husband eventually gave in a play with him and even carried him on his back. That moment has you feeling so much pride but sadness because you couldn’t give him a baby. (It’s all your fault)

One morning, you woke up and immediately went to the bathroom and puke your gut out. This was abnormal, especially since you didn’t eat much of anything for dinner. Nanami knock on the door.

“Sweetheart, is everything alright?” He asked with concern in voice.

You flush the toilet and wash your hand and brush your teeth. “Everything good! Just needed to go to bathroom.” You chuckles, trying to play it off.

He doesn’t buy it one bit, he knows when you’re lying. He sighed” Okay but if you’re not feeling well, please tell me.”

“I will!” Nanami back up from the door and walked away.

You hate lying to him but you don’t want him to worry right now. You soon get ready for work and leave the house. Throughout the day, all you could think about is the vomit, but then you get a notification on your phone that says your cycles is 5 days late. Okay this is a sign!

After work, you when to the drugstore and went home. Luckily Nanami was still at work so you took the opportunity to take three pregnancy tests. You waited for 5 minutes. Those five minutes were the longest time you felt. Anticipated and nervous for the results. The timer went off and you decided to look.

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Nanami comes home with takeout from your favorite restaurant. He shouted out your name to announce he’s home. You slowly come out of the hallway with both of your hands behind your back.

“Hey love I brought yo-…….what’s behind your back?”He quickly noticed how you were standing. He look around you to see if he get a peep but you dogged his attempts.

You had a big grin on your face as you were too excited. You show him the pregnancy test with two big bold lines. Nanami looks and his eyes begin to widen as the realization hits him.

“You’re…..pregnant?” A smile and excitement creep on his face.

You eagerly nodded your head and before you could say anything, Nanami pick you up and hug you tightly.

“We’re gonna be parents!!!!” He chanted loudly. You laugh at his excitement. This was the best news he could get all year! He slowly put you down to look at you.

“I’m so happy to be a father and to have you as the mother of my children.” He caressed you gently and put his hand on your stomach.

“I can’t wait to meet you little guy.”

The next few months was full of restfulness and excitement for the arrival of the baby. Nanami has ordered many pregnancy books and preparation for the baby as you’ve been dealing with the occasional nausea and fatigue and sickness that comes with the first trimester of pregnancy. You two were at every appointment making sure that the pregnancy was going well and that the baby was progressing successfully.

On the 12th week, Yall had went to the appointment for an ultrasound to see the baby. Y’all were very excited to see the little one and to see how they were growing in your belly and any updates that you two need to know. The nurse happily lead you guys to the room, place you down on the bed by the ultrasound screen and put the cold gel on your stomach as she put the wand onto the stomach and begin moving around to see the baby. You and your husband hold each other hand excited to see the baby not knowing what was to come. The nurse who once looked at the screen once with a smiley, happy face turn into a very neutral expression on expression.

The nurse looked at you two and told you “I’ll be right back.” She left and you two were wondering what was going on y’all waited a few minutes and then the doctor came in and told you the heartbreaking news.

“I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Nanami but it appears that we could not have found a heartbeat we checked again and there are no sign of life.”

You two look at each other in shock at the new, not wanting to believe what the doctor is saying.

“What are you trying to say?” You didn’t comprehend what she’s saying, or rather what you don’t want to comprehend.

The doctor sighed as she basically realized she has to say the difficult part, “I’m saying you have miscarriage at 12 weeks.”

Hearing those words come out the doctor’s mouth of the room to be muffled and silence as the two you just looked at each other, not knowing how to express or what to say. The doctor explained that it was nothing that you have done and miscarriages commonly happen in the first trimester. All you could think inside your head was ‘what did I do? What’s wrong with me? How could I let this happen? Could I prevented this?!’ You asking these questions over and over again in your mind.

Nanami see that you space out and called you, “Honey? You okay?”

You snapped out and continue listening to the doctor.

The doctor continues explaining that it is possible to try again later down the line.

Y’all came to the hospital with a baby and now leaving without it. They induced your labor to get the baby and the placenta out. It was painful and caused discomfort for you and Nanami.

After the surgery, you was prescribed with medication to make sure everything clears out of your uterus and to make sure there are no complications after the miscarriage. you inform your job about a medical emergency and you need to have a week off from work.

Nanami drove you both home, the car drive was filled with silent. You put your purse on the table and just sat down on the couch looking down at the floor. You try to hold your stomach with a small bump that was once forming is no longer there. Nanami sat right beside you holding your hand, trying to come for you the best way he can. He’s processing the pain too but knows that it’s harder for you since you were carrying the baby.

“Do you wanna talk about this?” He ask you, he cares about you. He wants the best for you to make sure that everything is okay, but instead of just talking about it and spread your feelings, you shut down how can you be a wife? You can’t even give your partner a child

“What do you want to dinner?” You blurred out , not wanting to talk about the event that just happened back at the hospital no, we look so confused. Why are you not talking to him? You literally just had a miscarriage?! Nanami can see the way the pain as you look at the ground and knew that you didn’t wanna talk about it right then and there, so he just went along with it to make peace at the moment.

“I’ll take care of dinner. You don’t have to worry about cooking dinner.” He answer you with his soft tone, you nodded your head. “Okay, I’ll be in the bathroom.” You get up the couch and wash and left and went to the bathroom.

Once you close the door, all the tears that accumulated all day when the moment you got the news just start pouring out. You just sobbing as tears cover your face and cheeks. You’re a mess. You don’t know how to process this. When you thought you finally got a break and finally gonna be a mother. It was taken away from me just like that.

What was wrong with me? What? Why can’t I carry a baby in my stomach??

The week that you was off from work, you just laid in bed in silence. You did not eat sleep or eat or drink anything. The only time you got up really was to use the restroom. Sure you wash your face from time to time but other than that you did not do nothing, you barely even shower. The only reason you somehow survived is what because your husband cooked dinner and semi forced you to come down to eat dinner with him.

he tried to talk to you about the miscarriage, he wanted you to talk about it. He did not blame you for what happened. he blaming you for losing the baby. He mad at you cannot how can you be a good wife if you cannot give him a child what’s wrong with you?

Why it is so hard for me, but not for other women that’s all you could think about in your mind. Every second will consume of the miscarriage in the could’ve been and would’ve been and everything around it. You hated yourself for it, you failed as a woman, partner, and mother.

One night in bed , you were up looking at the ceiling just thinking about everything that happened. Kento saw that you wasn’t sleeping ”are you OK? You can’t sleep?” You look over to your right at him. “No, I’m not really tired right now.” He sighed, he knew why you’re up. He knows that you are too hard on yourself right now. “You know I’m not mad at you right?” You look away from him. You want to believe him you really do but all you can think of your mind is the opposite.

he’s gonna leave you for someone who can give him a child.

That’s all you can think about all that you worry about you turned your back at him “I’m going to Sleep. You have a good night.”

Nanami was shocked by your behavior. you never turn your back on him. But he wasn’t gonna give up on you. He pulled you close, with your back towards his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He whispered in your ear “I love you.” before he try to go to asleep.

The week you return from work, you put a mask on for your coworkers and carry on with your work and project that you had missed out like nothing happened. despite the effort, you were still thinking about the pregnancy at home, but at work all you can think about what project deadline, reports, and meetings.

You bury yourself in work, helping every project in the company and contribute to many groups around the department that you were in. Your supervisor ask if you want to stay a little later to finish the report and you happily answered yes. anything to not be at home and think about the miscarriage anything to not go home and be a disappointment to your husband at least at work you are something here. A somebody with purpose. Somebody who accomplish a lot of things here.

The next few weeks, all you did was work and overtime, work and overtime, work and overtime.

You’d come home exhausted from work and became close friends with your wine cellar. Indulging on a few glasses of wines and cocktails every other day after working overtime. That feeling of intoxication and praise at work helped block out the depress thoughts, even if it was for a couple hours.

After finishing a huge project at work, your team decided to go out and celebrating with drinks. At the bar, you were laughing and talking with the few coworkers you enjoyed spending time with. Y’all were having a good time and even offer Sasha, one of your colleagues and good friends, a drink. Normally she’d accept it but she shook her head.

“Not tonight. I’m not allowed to drink for the next few months.” She explained as her hands is placed on her belly. The whole team look at Sasha surprised but soon follow up with excitement. Many congrats her and ask about the baby. As those conversations were happening, you couldn’t help but think about your own pregnancy and how far along the baby would’ve been by now. You’d been 7-8 months along.

You congrat Sasha, paid for your tabs and quickly called it a night. But that didn’t stop the drinking. You went to the liquor store and got some Taylor Port and Patron. You made it home around 9:35 pm and immediately pour yourself a glass and chugged it. You pour yourself another glass when a voice behind you spoke.

“You’re drinking again?” He look you at very distressed. He seen the way you been acting the last few months and it’s getting worse.

“Yeah so what?” You replied as your mouth touch the glass with the alcohol entering your throat.

Nanami was tired. You come home late, smelling like liquor and being borderline drunk every other day was getting old and fast. He walked up to you and grabbed your glass.

“What the fuck?! Give it back!”

“No, I’m tired of seeing you like this (Y/n). Coming home late and drinking is not healthy and it’s not you!”

“So what?! It’s not like I’m hurting anyone.” You protest.

“You’re hurting me! And more importantly you’re hurting yourself! You can’t continue on like this. This is not the woman I married.”

Taking his word the wrong way you blurred out “Well go find another bitch who’d give you everything you want!”

Nanami look at you stunned by your words. Before he could say anything, you continued with slurring your words.

“Maybe you should end things with me, find another woman who will give you ALL the kids and babies you want instead of being with one who couldn’t even carry one in their first trimester.” As you yelled out, tears begin to form in your (e/c) eyes. You already imagine in your mind that he’d leave you, find someone else, marry her and have a family. A family with beautiful children. A family that doesn’t include you.

Silent was the only thing that was heard in the kitchen. Nanami spoke out softly, “Sweetheart…….,” as he walked closer towards you.

You just lost it. All the months of holding it in secret and emotional turmoil just came out as tears fall against your face. Nanami quickly held you tightly as you begin to cry out in his arms.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?!”

“Hey hey, it’s okay-“

You abruptly cut him off “No it’s not! For two fucking years we’ve been trying to get pregnant. Over and over again all because I have a hard time getting pregnant! And I one time I did I fucked up and lost our baby!”

He stood there holding you as you vented out everything you’ve been feeling. This was a long time coming.

“I’m sorry I failed you…..” Your voice cracked as you spoke. Nanami look at you disappointed. Not at you, but at himself and how he wishes he tried harder to get you to open up sooner.

“Y/n, you can’t blame yourself for this. I hate seeing you blaming yourself for something that isn’t your fault whatsoever.” You continue to sob as Nanami gently grab your chin to make you look at him.

“Look at me, you are strong, intelligent, and beautiful person inside and out. Our next pregnancy will be stronger and better. And you’ll be one hell of a mother.”

“But…..what if I never get pregnant again Kento. It took me years for just one. I know how much you desire to be a father……and I’m scared that we’ll separate because of—“

“Don’t.” He paused you. You look up at him confused and still upset.

“I don’t care if it takes two years, twenty years, or even if it never happens, Y/n. You are who I envision as the mother of my children, but more than that—you are my everything. If we can’t have children, I’ll still feel complete, because I have you. I see you in every vision of my future, holding my hand, laughing with me, growing old with me. Children or no children, you are my home and my forever. I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. Not now, not ever.”

You soon get overwhelmed with emotions from his speech. Sure he has said many heartfelt words before but this one is definitely up there. You buried yourself into his chest as you continue to cried out in sob with a soft “Kento….”

Y’all stay in position for a while, embracing each other after a long time since the miscarriage. Tonight has helped you two beginning to understand the importance of being vulnerable again. You two don’t know what to expect in the future ,but you guys know that regardless of it y’all have each other and that will be enough.