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grapejuicenharry · 8 months ago

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Angel

Harry and Y/N are best friends— except they have feelings for each other (4k words)

warnings : smut 18+, fluff, kissing, grinding, jealous h

read part 2 of angel here

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Harry really liked—no, loved—Y/N, but he would never admit it to her. She was his best friend, and he couldn’t imagine a day without her. She was like sunshine in his life, someone he could always rely on.

“Harry, my feet hurt,” Y/N whined beside him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy from one too many drinks. They were walking back from a party thrown by one of Harry’s friends, Alex. It was his birthday, and even though Harry and Y/N hadn’t planned to attend, today had been their last exam of the semester. That called for celebratory drinks after all the hard work they’d put in. Sleepless, stressful nights spent preparing for exams, completing assignments, and submitting papers—it had all been overwhelming, and tonight felt like the ideal way to finally blow off some steam.

“Didn’t I warn you about those heels?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice as he raised an eyebrow. He knew those heels always gave her trouble and told her to wear something more comfortable, but Y/N, being Y/N, never listened.

“Yeah, but they make me look sexy, and I wanted to be tall enough to at least reach your neck,” she replied absentmindedly.

“Well, guess that means I’m carrying you the rest of the way,” Harry said, and before she could protest, he hoisted her up onto his shoulders.

“Harry, my dress is too short! I’m going to flash everyone,” Y/N laughed, though there was no real concern in her voice.

Harry chuckled, placing his hand carefully to keep her covered. Besides, the streets were almost empty at 2 a.m., and there was hardly anyone around to notice.

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Y/N met Harry on the first day of college. She was nervous and eager to make friends. Hurrying to her seat, she noticed Harry sitting next to her. The first thing she saw was his mop of curly hair, and she thought he was incredibly cute. He looked so innocent and nerdy in his black-rimmed glasses. He was just too adorable.

He wore a white T-shirt that highlighted his bulging biceps, with tattoos peeking through. Suddenly, Y/N found herself wanting to see every tattoo that adorned his beautiful body. She was so curious and lost in her thoughts about him that she didn’t realize Harry was, in fact, looking at her.

Harry thought he was dreaming as he looked at Y/N. She seemed like an angel, a beautiful one at that. She wore a cute white hoodie adorned with pink bows, and her curly hair framed her lovely face perfectly. What captivated him the most were her eyes; they were alluring, radiant, and a luminous shade of dark brown. Next were her luscious pink lips, so full and plump that he suddenly wanted to kiss them and taste them. He wondered if they tasted like berries or cherries, secretly hoping they tasted like cherries, his favorite fruit.

“Do you have an extra pen?” Y/N asked in a hushed voice. “I forgot to bring my pouch,” she added with a little pout.

“Y-yeah, yeah,” Harry replied, fixing his glasses, clearing his throat, and answering in a hoarse voice. He couldn’t believe she was actually talking to him.

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Later that day, they sat together at lunch, talking as if hours had passed. Y/N was so grateful to have found someone as kind as Harry, who listened to every word she said with such intent. They chatted about random topics, like their favorite TV shows and ice cream flavors. When Harry revealed that his favorite flavor was mint chocolate chip, Y/N made a weird face.

“Shut up—no, don’t you dare say it!” Harry exclaimed, amused.

“But it tastes like toothpaste!” Y/N whined playfully.

“No, it does not!” Harry shot back. Y/N made a mental note to convince Harry to try every other flavor until he grew to hate mint chocolate chip.

They soon became inseparable—best friends. Harry didn’t realize just how much he had started to like Y/N until it was almost too late. He thought frequently about confessing his true feelings, but there never seemed to be the right moment. He cherished the friendship they had, and the thought of losing her terrified him to his core. So he kept those feelings hidden, bottled up, and accepted her as his best friend.

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Harry set Y/N down on the couch when they reached her apartment. He kneeled down to take off her heels. “Ouch, slowly please,” YN whined.

“I am never letting you wear these stupid shoes again. Your feet are all red and swollen,” Harry countered, looking genuinely concerned. He hated seeing Y/N in pain. He wanted to protect her from everything and keep her safe in his cocoon—just him and Y/N.

He then carefully carried a sleepy Y/N to her bedroom and started looking for a comfortable shirt for her to wear. After finding a suitable shirt, he went to the bathroom to grab her makeup wipes and returned to find half-asleep Y/N lying on the bed. “Sweetheart, this will only take two minutes, I promise.” He began wiping her face gently.

After getting Y/N all ready for bed, Harry changed his own clothes. Y/N had “borrowed” too many of his shirts, but honestly, he never minded it. In fact, he secretly liked when Y/N wore his clothes. She looked breathtaking in his oversized shirt paired with her tiny shorts, which made Harry lose his mind.

“Come to bed and cuddle me; I need to sleep,” Y/N grumbled, rubbing her tired eyes.

“Coming, sweetheart, just two minutes,” Harry replied with a smile. He knew how grumpy Y/N got when she was sleepy. He quickly climbed into bed, set his glasses on the side table, and pulled her to his side. Cuddled next to him, Harry didn’t mind being the big spoon. He loved having Y/N molded to his side—the sweet scent of her hair, which smelled like strawberries on a sunny day, and the soft skin that felt like vanilla sundae. He adored every inch of her. Whenever he was with her, he felt like he was on cloud nine. Everything around him was rainbows and sunshine; she made everything look like it was through rose-tinted glasses.

But Harry also loved being the little spoon. There were days when he just wanted to be held, and honestly, Y/N loved having him like that—clingy, needy, like a cute little puppy.

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One day, Harry arrived at Y/N’s apartment looking extremely worn out. Y/N was lying on the bed, comfortably engrossed in her favorite novel. She grew concerned upon seeing Harry.

“I am so exhausted, and my head hurts,” Harry exclaimed, throwing his bag on the floor. “I had to sit in Professor Martin’s class for two hours, plus I had a psychology presentation today,” he stated tiredly while rubbing his drowsy eyes behind his frames.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry you had such a long day, baby. Come on, lie down, and I’ll massage your head,” Y/N replied, removing the blanket from her lap. Harry immediately climbed onto the bed and dropped his head in Y/N’s lap. She carefully removed his glasses and placed them on the side table before starting to massage his head.

She threaded her fingers in his curls, scratching his head lightly, rubbing, and applying just the right amount of pressure. Harry let out a soft moan as he could already feel the tension melting away, his body instinctively relaxing further into her lap.

“Feels amazing,” he murmured, his voice slightly muffled against her legs.

As her skilled fingers glided over his scalp, working their magic and easing the stress that had built up after a long week.

Y/N smiled, enjoying the way he melted under her touch. She varied her movements, alternating between gentle rubs and firmer pressure, focusing on the areas where he seemed to carry the most stress. Her fingers danced through his hair, and she leaned forward slightly to whisper, “You deserve this. Just relax.”

After what seemed like hours of massaging, Y/N realized Harry had fallen soundly asleep on her lap. His face looked peaceful, with his eyes closed and soft snores slipping through his pretty pouty lips. He looked so adorable, and Y/N couldn’t help but wish she could freeze time to savor this moment longer.

Knowing Harry would probably complain about his back in the morning, she gently shifted him, lifting his head from her lap and placing it on a pillow. His brows furrowed slightly, so she soothingly rubbed his forehead, trying to smooth away any lingering tension. Half asleep, Harry instinctively moved closer, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s waist and nuzzling his face against her boobs. His personal pillow: He always has the best sleep whenever she holds him. Y/N smiled down at him. His curls tickled her jaw, and she couldn't resist leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his head.

“Goodnight, sleepyhead,” Y/N whispered, smiling at Harry, who had already drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

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Harry was never the jealous type—at least, not until Y/N came into his life. but right now he cant help but a bitter sensation rises up his throat when he sees yn with Jacob. A total douchebag who flirts with every girl in the college, Standing next to Y/N, too closely according to harry. Harry had come to find Y/N so they could grab tacos at their favorite spot, but instead, he’s witnessing this. Does Y/N like him? Does she have a crush on him that he doesn’t know about? What if Y/N is interested in him and wants to end her friendship with Harry? Will she forget about him? All these questions overwhelm Harry’s mind at the sight. No, no—Y/N was only his. His best friend, his angel, his sweetheart. She would never do something like this. His chest suddenly started burning at such thoughts.

Jacob says something which makes Y/N burst into laughter. His chest tightens at the sight. He wants to be the only person to make yn laugh like that. He curses inwardly that jacob gets to experience the sweet melody of her laughter, her laugh that can instantly brighten up the room with warmth and sunshine. He thinks to himself, Does Jacob know her eyes crinkle whenever she laughs? or how the mole under her right eye disappears when she laughs because of the fullness of her cheeks?

“Oi, whatchu looking at?” Y/N snapped her fingers in front of Harry’s face. He hadn’t realized she had come over and was talking to him. “You look like you could kill someone,” she teased, giggling as she spoke to him.

“Was that Jacob talking to you?” Harry asked, trying to sound casual even though he was fuming inside. “Yeah, he wanted my chemistry notes because apparently he spilled coffee on his,” Y/N replied, wrapping her arm around Harry's as they walked together.

“Did you give them to him?” Harry asked, mentally cursing Jacob and hoping she hadn’t.

“No, obviously I know he just wanted an excuse to hit on me. I’m not dumb,” Y/N exclaimed, rolling her eyes. “Besides, you know I don’t like sharing my notes with anyone except for you, because you know how to take care of them.” She chided and planted a kiss on Harry’s cheek. His face instantly heated.

“Good,” Harry whispered quietly, fixing his glasses, looking at the ground, too embarrassed to hide the blush of his cheek and unable to suppress a smile at the thought of Y/N rejecting that jerk.

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Harry loves when Y/N gets touchy like this with him. When randomly she hugs him, kisses him on his cheek, forehead, or settles on his lap while watching a movie. Her spontaneous kisses leave a soft tingle on his skin, and he can’t help but smile every time she curls up in his lap. It’s in these moments he feels closest to her, as if every touch and every kiss is a silent confession of how much she means to him. His arm instinctively wraps around her waist, pulling her in a little tighter, enjoying the way she fits perfectly against him. The movie on the screen fades into the background; all he can focus on is the warmth of her body and the way she makes him feel—like he’s exactly where he’s supposed to be. It all feels so natural. And they never have those awkward moments because they both love these touches. Whenever yn touches him, he feels electricity buzzing through him, in a good way. His skin feels like jello and his heart is thumping loudly, His brain is all muddled with goo and sparkles.

He wants to treasure those moments forever and constantly wishes for more and more.

It was one of those rare evenings for Harry and Y/N, Where the world seemed to quiet down just for them. They had just finished with their midterms and needed this for the longest time. Dim yellow lights, a bottle of red wine sitting on the table, a soft record player playing in the background. Legs tangled under the blanket as Harry and Y/N sat closer to each other, just enjoying each other’s presence. The warmth of Yn’s body pressed against him felt like home.

Harry’s fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of Y/N’s hair, twirling it between his fingertips. His eyes traced over her face, taking in every detail — the curve of her lips, the soft rise and fall of her chest.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Harry whispered, his voice low and soft, his breath tickling her ear.

Y/N turned her head slightly, meeting his gaze with a soft smile and cheeks already flushed because of wine, changed into a deeper shade of red at his words. “You always say that.” Slurred her words lightly.

“Because it’s true,” he murmured, leaning in closer, their faces just inches apart. His fingers gently tugging at her bottom lip, eyes flickering to her mouth. “And I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of telling you that.”

For a moment, neither of them moved, the air between them thick with unspoken words and emotions. Y/N felt her heart race as Harry’s eyes locked onto hers, filled with something deeper than just affection.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Y/N tilted her head, her lips brushing against Harry’s in the softest kiss, testing the waters. It was brief- just a featherlight kiss- but enough to send a shockwave through him. Harry let out a quiet sigh, his hand moving to cup her face as he deepened the kiss, slow and tender. As he leaned in closer, Y/N gently pushed his glasses up onto his forehead, making it easier for them to get lost in each other. Suddenly, he realized what he had done.

Harry pulled back immediately, his eyes wide with surprise at his own action.

“Sorry,” he blurted out, his voice panicked. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Y/N blinked, her cheeks flushing, but there was no trace of anger or discomfort on her face. Instead, she smiled softly, a warmth blooming in her chest at his sudden vulnerability. “No, Harry… It’s okay.”

Harry’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean—”

“Harry,” Y/N interrupted gently, her voice barely a whisper as she moved closer, her hand resting on his cheek. “It’s okay, I want this, I promise.”

Harry couldn’t quite grasp what was happening—it all felt too surreal, like something straight out of his dreams. Yet, here it was, playing out in real time. In the blink of an eye, Y/N tossed the blanket aside and straddled his lap. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through his shirt as she pressed closer to him, wanting to be as near as possible. Her fingers trailed up his chest, feeling the heat radiating through his shirt, before cradling his face. Without hesitation, she pulled him into a deep kiss.

Harry was still trying to make sense of it all, but instinctively, his hands found their place—one tangling in her hair, the other resting gently on her neck.

The kiss was slow, tender, and filled with all the emotions that had been simmering under the surface for so long. His lips were soft, and she could taste the faint hint of wine on them. Their lips molded perfectly, like it was meant to be. Time seemed to blur. It must have been five minutes, or five hours; neither of them knew. It was a heated blend of tongue, teeth, and lips.

Y/N’s hand reached for the hem of his shirt, lifting it. Harry pulled back, catching his breath, resting his forehead against hers. His heart pounded, blood rushing south; he was so hard, making him ache beneath her.

“Can I take off your top, baby?” He whispered, his breath warm against her jaw as he kissed and nipped at it.

“Yes, yes, please,” she murmured, and that was all the permission Harry needed. He swiftly pulled off her shirt—his shirt—and eagerly ran his hands over her smooth, soft skin.

“So soft, your skin is so soft,” he murmured, his hands working behind her, unclasping her bra.

Her tits were a piece of art—Round, so full and perfectly perky. His large hands cup them, gently rolling the nipple between his fingers.

Now she sat only straddling him in her thin, barely there sleeping shorts; she could feel his hard cock beneath her, thick and throbbing, nudging her entrance. Her dampness was seeping through both of their shorts. A delicious remainder, how much she wanted him. He could feel her cunt fluttering around nothing, desperate for him.

Harry had to shut his eyes and take a few steady breaths as his chest rose and fell with anticipation. Slowly, he leaned forward, prepping light kisses along the curve of her breast. Y/N moaned softly, arching her back, giving him more access to her boobs. He latched onto her nipple, sucking lightly, while his free hand teased her other breast, tugging and rolling the sensitive nub. Y/N hips began to move instinctively, grinding against him, writhing on his cock couldn’t help but start grinding, writhing on his lap.

"Feels good," she murmured, eyes closed as she gently took his glasses from his head and placed them on the couch next to them, her fingers threaded through his messy curls. His cock twitched beneath her, nudging her clit, and she could feel her body growing even wetter, soaking through the fabric that separated them. Harry kept switching between her breasts, his mouth worshipping each one as he sucked harder, sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

Making her more drenched

“Just like that, ride me Y/N” Harry growled, his voice low and demanding. His hands slid from her breast to her waist, guiding her movements. Making her move forward and backward, her clothed, dripping core dragged across his cock, making them both shiver with need. His tattoos peeked through as he finally tugged his shirt off, revealing his inked chest - abs flexing under the butterfly, the black ink stark against his flushed, heated skin.

Y/N's fingers trailed down, dragging her nails across his chest, loving the way his tattoos twisted beneath her touch. She leaned down, biting his neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Harry groaned, loving the possessiveness of it—her mark on him. He was hers.

“You’re doing so good, Angel” he murmured, nipping her ear. Harry was a complete mess beneath her. His eyes glossy, pupils blown away with lust, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, lips slick and swollen from their kisses. He looks so sexy, Y/N leaned forward, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, swallowing each other’s moans while increasing her pace.

He could not believe Y/N was on top of him, grinding against his cock, her sweet little moans filling the air. He was sure he’d reached heaven. He glanced down between them, seeing the wet patch her arousal had left on his shorts, mixed with his own pre cum.

As Y/N ground herself against him, her clit dragged over the thick length of his cock, and each upward motion had his tip grazing her entrance. The feeling made them both shiver. Her blunt nails dug into his shoulders as her eyes squeezed shut in bliss, her lip caught between her teeth, trying to hold back a whimper.

Harry slid his hand down, rubbing her clit with his thumb in slow, tight circles, giving her that extra bit of pleasure she craved. “I want you to feel good, baby,” he whispered, his fingers working faster, determined to push her over the edge. His angel deserved to feel good.

Y/N threw her head back, overwhelmed by the sensation. “I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered meekly, her voice shaking. Harry quickened his pace, his fingers pressing into her clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Cum for me, baby,” he urged, his voice thick and desperate.

Y/N cries out as her orgasm rips through her, the coil in her belly finally exploding, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. She felt like she was floating—fireworks and butterflies all at once.

She has never cum so hard in her life. Her fingers never did the job, and vibrators were too boring for her.

Below her, she feels Harry twitching. He buries his face in her neck, biting down a patch of her skin to stifle his own moan as he reached the brink. Both arms wrapped around her waist, his eyes shut, loud and desperate whimpers falling from his lips.

“That’s it, honey,” Y/N cooed, her voice soft and soothing, threading her fingers through his damp curls as she continued to ride him. She could feel him shaking beneath her as his orgasm finally hit, releasing with a loud groan as his body went rigid. His vision blurred, ears ringing, as the bliss overwhelmed him completely. He felt like he was in paradise, his body melting into hers.

For a moment, they just stayed like that—foreheads pressed together, hearts beating in sync, both of them coming down from their highs. Still trying to make sense of what just happened. Harry let out a breathy laugh, looking for his glasses and placing them again on his face. He brushed a strand of hair from her face. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, still catching his breath.

Y/N smiled down at him, her fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest, loving how warm he felt under her touch. “And you’re a mess,” she teased softly, laughing with him. Harry grinned, pulling her closer.

"Yeah, but I’m your mess," he murmured, kissing her softly, the intimacy between them palpable.

They stayed like that, in each other’s arms, exchanging gentle kisses. “I want this with you, Y/N” Harry whispered, “I’m tired of pretending I don’t feel something for you. That I don’t feel this whenever I’m around you.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening as his words hit her. She opened her mouth to respond, but no sound came out.

Harry pressed on, the confession spilling out of him like a flood. “I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to ruin us. You’re my best friend, Y/N. The most important person in my life, and I was terrified of messing that up. But tonight... it just felt right. It always felt right with you.”

The air hung heavy between them, the weight of his confession pulling her down, making her chest tighten. Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing. She had always felt something too—always pushed it aside, too afraid of what it would mean for them and for their friendship. But now that it was out there, she couldn’t run from it anymore.

Harry’s eyes softened behind his glasses, his heart racing a mile a minute. He had finally said it—the words he never thought he’d be able to voice, yet they spilled out of him because he couldn’t hold them in any longer. He had to tell Y/N everything.

But he still didn’t know if she felt the same, if she liked—no, loved—him back. And though the thought of her rejecting him terrified him, he was ready for it. His heart would shatter into a million pieces, but he would respect her decision, even if it meant she wanted him out of her life completely. It would hurt—of course, it would—but the idea of staying by her side and making her uncomfortable hurt even more.

He braced himself for her response, never expecting what she would say next.

“I love you, Harry. I think I’ve loved you for a long time... but I was too much of a coward to confess it,” Y/N murmured, her eyes glistening with tears. “All this time, I didn’t want to lose you, so I just... ignored it. But tonight? It meant everything. I want this with you too.”

She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his chest. She could hear his heart pounding beneath her ear.

“I always thought you had a thing for Emma from our sociology class,” Y/N added with a teary giggle, realizing how silly it sounded now.

Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion. Emma? He had never thought of her as more than a classmate. His friends had mentioned once or twice that Emma might have a crush on him, but he’d never taken it seriously. His focus had always been on Y/N.

Before he could explain, Y/N cut him off. “But now I get it—you don’t like her. It was probably just my insecurities talking,” she said softly, her eyes dropping to her lap as she fidgeted with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

“Baby, Y/N, look at me,” Harry gently commanded. “I had no idea you were worrying about all of this. Emma? I’ve probably spoken to her five times at most, and I don’t like her that way at all. You have nothing to be insecure about.” He cupped her jaw tenderly, his thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, my angel. The only girl I love and care about.”

Harry's thumb continued to stroke Y/N's cheek gently, his eyes soft and unwavering as he held her gaze. “You’re everything to me, Y/N. I’ve never even thought about anyone else the way I think about you. It’s always been you.”

Her breath hitched at his words, the insecurity that had weighed her down for so long now starting to lift. She opened her mouth to say something, but Harry wasn’t finished. His other hand slid down to cradle her waist, pulling her more closer if that was possible. They were basically molded together.

“I love the way you say my name; I love how you play with my rings whenever you get nervous; I love the way you get excited over little things; I love the way you get grumpy whenever you are hungry; I love the way you look at me when you think I am not paying attention. And I love you; don’t ever want you to doubt that, okay?”

Y/N felt warmth flood her chest as his words washed over her. She’d spent so long overthinking everything, never realizing that Harry had been feeling the same all along.

She blinked back the last of her tears, smiling up at him. “I don’t know why I thought otherwise,” she whispered, her voice shaky but full of emotion.

Harry pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering there. “Because you care so much,” he murmured against her skin. “And that’s one of the things I love about you.”

Y/N leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. the tension in her body melting away.

Harry resting his chin on the top of her head. “But now, no more hiding, yeah? No more overthinking or doubting. It’s just us now. I’m yours, and I’ve always been.”

Y/N tilted her head back to look at him, her smile widening as her fingers laced through his. “Just us,” she repeated softly.

Harry’s heart swelled as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles softly. “Just us,” he echoed, his voice a gentle promise.

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 month ago

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* re-corporates*

Hello again, sorry

Could I get some headcanons for a male [or gender nutral] reader who's a diva. Think the Emma frost kind. Bad bitch who's so cut throat when defending the team from the public view or like if Valentina is giving them shit.

"The only publicity cover up we need is that ratty wig you have on Valentina.😮‍💨>:["

However would literally lay down his life for anyone on the team and actively goes out of his way to make them more comfortable. Like demands them be treated well.

I love your work goodbye 👋

the second you all were called the new avengers, you wanted to wrangle Valentina's neck for the shit storm she was subjecting you all to.

You knew people wouldn't take too kindly to your group of assasins and super soldiers with blood on their hands being called a name that was once synonomous with indivisuals who might as well have been gods and worshiped as such.

you knew that things from here on out would be a constant uphill battle, where you'd be faced with countless obsticles for you and the team to overcome on your own.

after Yelena told Valentina that they 'own her now' you put your hand on the assassins shoulder, gave her a smile, before moving to lean towards Valentina where your smile became a malicious sneer. 'hopefully with all that money you'll get for these gullible lot, you'll be able to actually get your hair done professionally, and not have to rely on the bathroom mirror and the pair of siscors that i know you use to sort out those god awful dead ends of yours.'

you weren't done as you then later added. 'also if you try and use any one of my team as scapegoats in the media the second you can't control the narrative, i will come for your throat. do i make myself clear.' you threatned.

'crystal, you have my word.' Valentina replied with a tight lipped smile. you weren't convinced and she could tell, you would do anything in your power to keep your team safe, people you didn't give two shit about twenty mintues ago are now the people you would raise hell for in order to keep them out of the public eye should you see it was getting to them.

this mainly being john walker, whom seemingly only ever cared about how the general public and press saw him as; a failure replacement of steve rogers who went rouge and killed a man in broad daylight.

'i'll believe it when i see it De Fontaine. so actually try and make it believable.' you mockingly spat before taking your spot between Yelena and Alexei, flashing the public a fake smile that would've fooled anyone and everyone becuase it was just enough to keep people from looking at your teammates and keep the public focus on you and you alone.

you did not fuck about when it came to your teammates, you wanted them to be okay and to have a much more comfortable living within the tower, all the while trying not to wince and scowl at the...decorative choices Valentina made to the place and actively made the choice to throw them out. Ava and Yelena had once caught you hauling an ugly statue over your shoulder and asked what you were doing.

'i'm not allowing myself nor any or you to live with such an eyesore, the woman doesn't know fashion from trashion if it hit her in the face.' you told them before adding, 'oh also remind me to buy Bob a book shelf for his book nook along with another beanbag or at least a more comfotable loveseat to support his back, weighted throw blankets, weighted plushies and snug hoodie blankets. okay thanks!'

you do similar things for Yelena, Alexei, John and Ava by making their floors within the tower more tolerable, places where they can find respit in. For Yelena you got her food for Fanny and Houdini the guinea pig, even buying them better dog beds and cages for houdini to move and get exercise within, along with some new jewlery and fake plants to decorate the blandness of her window sill.

For Ava you got her some books, diaries for her to write her innermost thoughts in, movies that she missed out on and that you'd think she would like, art supplies so that she could get her feelings out on the canvas and most of them came out really beautiful and amazing that you began to make a room on her floor decked out as an art room for her to fully use at her complete disposal.

for Alexei you got him memorobilia of his golden days as Red Guardian, knowing how much he looked back on those days with pride, wanting nothing more to recapture it. You got a massive poster of the wheaties box with all of you on it to hang on his wall, since he wouldn’t stop talking about it. You even managed to find newspaper clips of the football team that he and Yelena talked about and had them framed and sat on his bedside table for easy accept for him to look at whenever he wanted to, much to Yelena’s dismay.

For John you made one of the rooms on his floor into a sort of relaxation room that you made sure had no wifi, no signal, nothing and force him to sit in his thoughts and just breath. You even got him some journals to go write in as he didn’t open up vocally about what he’s going through, so why not write instead. You pay homage to Lemar ‘Battlestar’ Hoskins too upon learning how close he and John were, knowing how his death had disturbed John to the core even to this day while not overstepping your boundaries upon this subject.

You were essentially their reminder to take it easier on themselves, to treat themselves better as you would force the team into activities that would prove beneficial for not only them, but to you all as a team. Movie and game nights, family dinners in the Kitchenette, team outings to a park or elsewhere when there wasn’t any missions to go on nor stupid press junkets that Valentina demands you all to attend.

‘Stop it.’ You took the vodka shot glasses from Alexei and Yelena.

‘Put it down.’ You confiscated John’s phone, pocketing it in your jeans.

‘Knock it off.’ You grab Ava by the elbow before she could phase through the wall, something she always did whenever you decided to rally the group.

‘Come one sweetheart, get in here.’ You gestured for Bob to step away from the stove where he was making breakfast for you all, wanting to make himself useful while he was learning to better understand his powers and their full extent, seeing the tired look upon his face.

You’d make them all stay in the living room won’t let anyone be left out, not stopping until all of you were laughing and having a good time, you just wanted them all to be okay and will fully intended to be harsh if you must to get the results you want from your group.

But you have days yourself when you couldn’t always protect your teammates, days where you were tired from the weight you’ve put on yourself in taking care for others over yourself that your team decided to step in themselves to help you for a change.

‘Come on, enough of that.’ John said as he took away your phone, pocketing it in his jeans as he guided you to the room he and the others had decked out just for you. It took them a week but it was worth it. fairy lights hung from the ceiling, bookshelves lined the walls, a projector was lying in wait to be used, loveseats were placed wherever possible along with little gifts each of the thunderbolts best suited you and your room.

Yelena- a collage of pictures of yourself and her along with the other team members falling asleep on one another during movie nights, having self care days or even having a makeshift fashion show in order to make you laugh with tears. A plushy that looked like Fanny and Houdini the guinea pig. It was the least she could do when you reminded her to put down the bottle, put down the phone and allow herself to be in the company of people who love her and were just as fucked up as her, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her out of the room and forcing her to talk Fanny for a walk.

Ava- a painting she made of you that was hung on the wall, trinkets to put in the alcove units John had installed, and even found a plush window sill seat should you ever want to look out the window without having to worry about a sore and numb ass afterwards. It was the least she could do when she needed to escape, phasing into your room and lying on your bed while you kept her company, making sure to keep some distance between each other as you knew touch was something she was iffy on especially when over exerting herself.

Bob- books that were well loved and well read by him that he’d thought and hoped would help you, the sweater you kept stealing from him, and a weighted plushy he had help picking out for you. He even picked out some vine wall decorations to hang over the bookshelves to give them a more fantasy feeling. It was the least he could do for the times you’ve stayed up with him when he couldn’t sleep, for opening your door for him whenever he needed to talk to someone, for giving him the tools to help better himself mentally.

Alexei- a massive poster of him as red guardian, a fishing rod for he drags you and the others to go fishing and vodka shot glasses, and flower table lights. Helped Ava set up the cushioned window sill seat. It was the least he could do for when you helped him take the opportunity to do something new with this second chance in the limelight, to do things he’s always wanted to do while also helping repair his and Yelena’s relationship in the process.

John- some throw blankets, cushions, put together alcove units for you to use however you saw fit. Also helped Ava and Alexei with the window sill seat as he claimed they were doing it wrong. It was the least he could do for the times where you’d pull him away from public view and practically shield him from view, from another bad new outlet about him for him to drown in later. Telling him that he owed them nothing.

You almost felt like crying upon seeing the room and the personal touches each of your team had left behind, you knew most of them fucking sucked as speaking their feelings but the fact that they had all come together just for you. It showed that they cared for you and acted as the biggest thank you you’ve ever received in your life, reminding you why you were so hellbent on keeping their heads above water, for moments like this where you could see them healing and accepting of themselves.

You were proud of your dysfunctional team, you would keep defending them until you couldn’t anymore, they still very much needed you but you needed them just as much and standing in the room they’ve took great care in crafting just for you only proved such.

‘Thank you.’ You said to them.

‘No,’ Alexei said, clapping you on the shoulder, ‘thank you.’

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nonexistentirl · 8 months ago

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The crown hosts a ball. Of course all noble households in the Roan kingdom are present. Same goes for the Duke's House of Henituse as well.

Cale, who had separated himself from the rest of his family members to go to a corner and enjoy the desserts with the invisible Raon and had kept his Dominating Aura activated to keep the annoyances away, is approached by his youngest sibling.

Lily, being the brave knight she is, asks her eldest brother for a dance. Cale, who already feels guilty for being as absent from her life as he is and not being a proper older brother for her, accepts it for her sake. He needs to do at least this much for her as an older brother.

There is, however, one tiny problem.

Cale, no, Kim Roksoo doesn't know how to dance. The original Cale Henituse was so invested in his act of being a trash that he never bothered to learn it, so currently Cale had no muscle memory to rely on either.

Lily, who kind of predicted this when she approached him, ends up leading the dance. It's truly an unexpected sight to see Cale Henituse dancing a waltz in the middle of the ballroom. The Commander, who was often seen bleeding out on the battlefield as he fought in the forefront, elegantly moving his body to the flow of the music was truly captivating.

Basen Henituse has never been so jealous of his little sister seven years his junior. Neither has he ever felt so remorseful of being born a man. He wishes he could share a waltz with his elder brother too.

Cale, the magnanimous brother as he is, readily agrees to dance with him. When they're off the floor, Basen makes a victory fist as soon as nobody is watching.

Duchess Violan hesitates at first. But then she decides she should join in on the fun too. Thus, for the first time ever, she shares a waltz with her step son. Something she only used to do with her husband and son, Basen, in the past. She never expected there would come a day when it would be possible for her to dance with Cale. However, as it seemed, today was the day.

Deruth is much too overwhelmed at being reminded of Jour to ask Cale for a dance. He's just happy watching the others enjoy themselves.

The thing that Lily started, what was continued by Basen and Violan, naturally everyone wanted to be a part of it. Not everyone was lucky enough though. Cale accepted their requests for a dance because they were his family. As for the rest of the people present in this ballroom? He could care less.

He does end up sharing a dance with Amiru Ubarr and Rosalyn though, people who were good at leading the dance for the inexperienced him.

Once he returns from the ball, the children demand he dance with them. Raon, who watched his dance at the ball, tries to imitate his partners leading Cale through the dance. On and Hong are quick to learn as they watch before each following suit one after another.

It was the night the Black Castle shone the brightest and illuminated the Forest of Darkness to the point the name had never felt less fitting as it did that day.

Bonus:

Taking a leaf out of Basen's book, Alberu asks his precious dongsaeng for a dance. Cale is disgusted and flabbergasted but also plays along.

"dongsaeng, are you purposefully trying to step on my feet?"

"hyung-nim must know I never learned to dance, so it's expected."

"you didn't step on anyone else's feet though?"

"maybe they were just better at leading the dance than you are."

Alberu, baffled, "cheeky brat."

"the brat is older than yourself, hyung-nim."

"ha!" Alberu is in disbelief. "Well, i guess I should assign a dance instructor to my beloved dongsaeng then."

The dance ends and Cale whispers to him before walking away "sure. Send him to the Black Castle." Knowing it's near impossible for anyone to withstand the presence of the individuals residing there.

The next day, Tasha is at the Black Castle.

"My nephew asked me to teach the young master how to waltz. I was the one to teach that boy, so you can rest assured!"

Cale feels like he lost for the first time in a while.

#lcf #lout of count’s family #trash of the count's family #tcf novel #tcf #cale henituse #cale #lily henituse #basen henituse #deruth henituse #violan henituse #amiru ubarr #tcf rosalyn #tcf on #tcf hong #raon miru #all I wanted was to see Cale dance with Lily and On #how did we end up here

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demodraws0606 · 6 months ago

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Jax's fear of being trapped and what that might imply about his past/future

Hello 2 days ago i've developped a chronic case of Brainrotting about Jax, tragic I know.

I'm kinda basing this slightly of what Gooseworx have said in QnAs though I will not rely on it because I think purely relying on a creator's words and not the media isn't really satisfying.

The main thing that stood out to me in this episode with Jax was that he seems to fear punishement.

He seems really freaked out when Gangle proposed the idea of Cain punishing him...

And then he immediatly goes to Zooble to be like "lol you don't believe Cain actually could punish us right ?" and while he's proven right at the end of the episode, the fact that he immediatly tries to seek reassurance that he wouldn't get punished says a lot. In fact in his expressions he looks both sides while saying it almost like he seems...unsure/anxious (idk the right word).

Also when he's brought into the employee training scene. He's weirdly...afraid and shaken by it ?? (not showing the screenshot cos everyone remembers that scene).

Which like, I understand that was terrifying but it was a strangely strong reaction to something that...light ? I mean he wasn't brainwashed or anything. I might be stretching it but all of it, including the scene's purpose makes me wonder if it brought Jax bad memories of...something.

After that scene happens, he completely acts normal and stops trying to be a dick completely.

Now this isn't a convo about weither that's Jax's true self and his jerk self is a persona. People are trying way too hard to either try to make him a one dimensional asshole or secretly a good guy which like he's neither he's a bastard with layers. But that's not what this is about so ANYWAYS.

All of this made me wonder what was Jax's main Thing, more so his theme or the thing that makes him tick.

We know with Gangle it's her issue with masking (her dreams, how she feels, etc...), Ragatha being a people pleaser, Zooble's body dysmorphia, King's memories and how they link with the loss of his wife and Pomni's desire for companionship.

For Jax we actually don't really know other than...he's a dick and he's using it to cope which like....duh ?

But with this episode and also a little thing that I got from researching QnAs (because i'm normal and chill like that) made me realise what could Jax's Thing.

A Fear of Consequences and being Trapped

Now the main thing that drove this thought was me finding out Gooseworx assigning a song to Jax which is this one.

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Don't fence me in, huh....

That line meaning a desire to not be restricted and not losing their freedom.

This makes me think this is probably what Jax's character is at least partially about, or more so...his biggest fear. Being restricted, reprimended or trapped.

I think in part that fear could be related to his past, which I'm gonna throw my cards here, my own personal theory is that he was stuck in juvenile detention for misbehaving as a kid. That experience traumatising him enough that he was probably similar to the Jax we've seen at the end of episode 4, just Tired.

Now does it Necessarely have to be a juvenile detention center, honestly no ? But it's the thing that makes the most sense in my head.

Either way this also explains a lot of things about his behavior in the circus.

He's now secluded in a space with absolutely 0 Consequences, the one person who can dish it out is an AI who is probably programmed to never harm humans (directly at least). He's even proven right at the end of episode 4.

I think what led to Jax's shit behavior was this realisation that this is pretty much now his Safe Heaven. In real life he can't just be who he wants to be, there's potential consequences that he's afraid of.

Now I know I'm gonna hear like "oh so you just think Jax is an asshole by nature", I don't think he is (i don't think he's ever been a nice person his life but like there's a difference here), I genuinely think he's not more so being himself rather that it's just that he's overcompensating for the lack of freedom that he's felt his entire life.

In a way it's similar to how people act on the internet.

Imagine that you were a misbehaving kid and you were reprimended HARSHLY for it, to the point where you're not really fixed per say but you're stuck being terrified of even being slightly flawed.

But now here he is, in a place where death doesn't matter, the harm he does doesn't matter and the one person who can actually hurt him just gives him weird shenanigans that give him opportunities to lash out.

However, there's a tiny little problem...

This fantasy cannot last forever forever and I'm not talking about them getting out because as far as they know it's out of the cards for them.

It's very much clear that the circus with the arrival of Pomni is becoming more tight knit and less divided, creating a more solid friendship group with the help of Pomni being an actual normal nice human person (Zooble is nice too but they're more jaded and too depressed to deal with most of everything, and Ragatha is a whole baggage).

It's becoming increasingly clear in the episodes themselves as well that, Jax can't just be an asshole anymore. Every episode since episode 1 has led to him being reprimended or him not being given what he wants. The group is becoming closer and they're sick of his bullshit.

He also probably doesn't like being alone and hated. We see him seeming sad at the talk of Kofmo's funeral before having to go back to being angry and dismissive in his facial expression.

Maybe he really did want to go to Kofmo's funeral but like would anyone actually believe he would be genuine, after being an asshole for so long would it really be worth for Jax to just break it all right there.

But it's clear he's also not really enjoying being alone.

Jax in a way is basically burrying a hole for himself. Being an asshole was his perfect dream after probably living a life of boredom and repression but now that this consequenceless existence has finally revealed itself to just be a mirage, he's now unable to access the things he really needs.

Actual friendship.

It's clear that the Digital Circus has a point of companionship being extremely important, in fact when we get mentions of Kofmo's abstracting we get also mentions about how no one really founds his jokes funny. Kinger mentioning how making someone feel alone and unwanted is the worst thing you could do to someone. Gangle is saved by Pomni and Zooble's presence.

However there's no one at fault for Jax's isolation, he only has himself to blame.

Ive got more but i'm tired so hope you guys enjoyed it.

#digital circus #jax #tadc jax #tadc #tadc analysis #the amazing digital circus #tadc episode 4 #i'm sleepy so if there are any mistakes you see #no you don't #Youtube

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mei-mei-fics · 12 days ago

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The Way I Speak About You

pairing: singlefather!johnny suh x afab!nurse reader

synopsis: you and johnny were the epitome of right person, wrong time. with your best friends’ wedding coming up soon, the only person that you relied on being your date was johnny. despite him being out of your life for 6 years, he also had a daughter.

genre: angsty! + smut

wc: 11.1k

warnings: kinda heavy topics, swearing, marriage talk, smut (light), vanilla sex, johnny has a kid, mentions of failed relationships.

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“What?” you asked out in a confused tone, staring at your best friend since college. She was getting married soon, to her long lover since freshman year, Derrick. You met her through a mutual friend, Johnny Suh, and his girlfriend at the time. The entire friend group was inseparable and you guys stuck out your entire undergrad together until Johnny moved back to Chicago with his girlfriend shortly after graduation.

You and your friend sat in the cafe, her face tussled with confusion and frustration. “I’m sorry Y/N, but we can’t rent out the venue unless it’s full, you have to find a date or a plus one. Please, I want this garden, I can’t have it any other way. Please!” she solemnly looked down at your furrowed face. You haven’t been on a date in at least a year or so, so caught up with your career as a nurse. Your best friend is the only person who stuck it out with you for so long. When you shut out the world, left almost everyone. She didn’t budge. You knew you owed her one.

You sighed and began to think. Where could you find someone in time? You sighed before nodding your head, looking across the table at your best friend with a soft smile. “I promise, I’ll find someone, maybe I can call someone from like work?” you said to her, thinking heavily once again. Your friend looked at you with a sheepish grin, eyes barely meeting yours.

“Well Y/N, you know Johnny is single now, and Derrick wants him at the wedding too. Maybe we could arrange something?” she softly suggested not wanting to pry too much. Her fiancé Derrick and Johnny were inseparable. Of course, Derrick would want him there. You guys would’ve been the perfect group if you and Johnny ended up together, but of course, you were too caught up in your studies to focus on a relationship. Understandably causing Johnny to date another girl. Stephanie.

Your eyes were shocked. You’ve followed Johnny on social media sites, and last time you checked, he was engaged and had a baby girl with Stephanie. “What?” you shockingly asked as if your ears deceived you. “Why on, what the fuck? When did they break up? Don’t they have a kid?” you jumbled out at your best friend who swiftly grabbed your hands carefully strumming at the back of them.

“Hey! Y/n, Don’t worry, you still have a whole month to work everything out with him, i’m sure he would love to talk to you and explain himself to you. Here, I’ll give you his number,” your best friend assured. She knew everything about the major crush Johnny had on you at the time, and as much as you wanted to return that love, you couldn’t.

The next day, you returned home from your night shift at the hospital sluggish and drained. Still too timid to even text the number, let alone have you thought of what to say. You couldn’t bring yourself to text him. At least not in this state. A shower and a proper breakfast should do enough for you to think properly and get yourself prepared for this conversation.

After your well-deserved hot shower, you made a glass of orange juice and some bacon and toast for breakfast, eating at your small coffee table while scrolling along your phone. You looked at the contact, threatening to press the green phone icon to call the number. You took a deep breath. “You got this Y/n, just ring him,” you encouraged yourself before dialing the number.

Johnny’s phone rang, and his 3-year-old daughter, Katie adjacent to him on the rug playing with her baby dolls while watching a cartoon. He picked up the unfamiliar contact before holding the phone to his ear. “Hello?” he curiously called out.

Your heart dropped. He sounded the same, just as you remembered. His sweet tone of voice. Your memories flooded back of all the rants you gave to him, all the parties you went to, all the projects you shared. Everything. Rushing back like they never left. “Uhm, Johnny? Hi, it’s Y/n from college,” you sheepishly responded with a timid smile.

Johnnys' eyes widened. “Woah, what the, oh my God it’s so good to hear your voice. I’m sorry I haven’t reached out in so long you know, things have been so crazy,” he excitedly turned to get up away from his seat on the rug to go to the kitchen. Still keeping an eye on Katie, but far enough where she wouldn’t be into his conversation.

You smiled like an idiot. Giggles threatened to escape your lips. “Fuck, no you’re fine! I’m just a workaholic, always been. I’m sorry I haven’t been able to reach you. How’s your baby? How’s your job? How’s Stephanie,” you jumbled out forgetting the detail that Stephanie wasn’t in his life anymore.

Johnny’s eyes faltered at the mention of Stephanie, sighing a bit before answering her questions. “My baby, she’s not so much of a baby anymore. Her name is Katie, she just turned 3 last month,” he happily responded speaking about his lovely daughter. “She’s growing up so fast, it’s breaking my heart,” he teased before thinking about his job. “My job, yeah I’m in real estate which is so random, but it’s great money and great hours. I get a lot of time to myself and my baby girl,” he continued, leaning against his kitchen counter. “And uhm, yeah me and Stephanie aren’t together anymore. She’s back in Chicago, I moved back to the city a year ago actually. I live by the campus actually,” he admitted solemnly. “I guess she just wasn’t feeling the domestic life. Didn’t argue in court or nothing, gave me full custody of Katie, and just left us,” he bluntly told you.

Your eyes widened shocked. They were lovebirds, it’s like they were inseparable all those years. “God, Johnny I’m so sorry, I just. Wow,” you were at a loss of words. Johnny was a great guy, who could just leave him? Girls almost fought over him a few years ago, and the one girl who had a chance left him for dust. “I didn’t know you moved back to town, if we can, we should meet up you know I’d love to talk to you?” you shyly asked carefully piecing together your proposition. “Bring your daughter if you’d like, I’d love to meet her!” you suggested.

Johnny’s giggle rang through the phone. “I’d love that Y/n. Tell me the time and the place and I’ll be there,” he told you as he briefly looked up to see Katie asleep on the rug holding her toy to her chest. “I have to go put Katie to bed, but I’ll save your number and text you. I’ll see you soon okay?” he asked as he made his way to his daughter.

“Of course Johnny! See you then,” you said before hanging up to the phone politely. You sighed to yourself strumming your fingers through your hair.

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Later that week, you sat in the local park at a bench with a lunchbox filled with drinks, sandwiches, and fruits waiting for Johnny. You two agreed on this location because one, there was a playground for Katie to play at. And two, you and your college friend group used to visit this park for school activities and late nights out constantly, it was a peaceful memory.

“Y/n?” you heard your name called from a tall man with beautiful thick black hair, holding a brown-eyed chubby-cheeked girl on his hip walking towards you. “Johnny!” you exclaimed jumping from the bench and making a slight jog to meet him with a beaming smile. “It’s so good to see you! This must be Katie!” you expressed as you lowered yourself to make eye contact with the toddler, waving at her.

The little girl waved shyly before looking up at her dad. “May I go play please?” she asked with a soft lisp and begging hands. Johnny nodded and set her down on the ground. “Stay where I can see you please Katie,” he asked softly before he received a soft nod from the girl as she ran to play with the other children. Johnny sighed and looked at you, every inch of you. “You look beautiful, it’s wonderful to see you Y/n,” he complimented before he began to walk with you back to the picnic table.

You shyly nodded and looked at him with soft eyes. “Thank you, you too Mr. Suh,” you graced before sitting at the table to offer him some of the snacks you brought. “So, our best friends are getting married! I’m so excited!” you brought up innocently, looking up to read his expression as you sipped on one of the waters you brought. Johnny had a meek smile, nodding slowly. “Yeah, I’m not going through it’s just too much going on really,” he admitted to you. Your face faltered. “What? Johnny why not,” you pretended to act curious knowing the real reason.

“The venue I guess has like a rule, max capacity or nothing but they don’t want kids at their wedding. Katie can’t even be my plus one,” he scoffed a bit as he bit into a turkey sandwich that was in the cooler. You looked down a bit toying with your fingers before bringing your eyes up to him. “Well, my best friend said it would be great if we go, you know. I know things happened between you and Stephanie but maybe, we could be each other's date? So we could just be at the wedding?” you asked shyly trying to meet his lowered gaze.

Johnny shook his head softly. “I don’t know Y/n, Derrick asked me to be his best man, and I’m assuming you’re the maid of honor. Would it look weird? I mean us walking together, being across from each other? I know it’s been a while since we’ve spoken but like, would it be awkward? I know you didn’t feel a certain way about me a year ago and I know you definitely can’t now. It would be bittersweet for me,” Johnny confessed before thinking twice about what he said

You scoffed lightheartedly. “Johnny, I never felt any weird way against you in college. I mean, of course, I liked you but I never held it against you for dating Steph,” you assured rolling your eyes as you noticed his expression perk up. “What do you mean you liked me?” Johnny asked curiously.

“You said you couldn’t focus on a relationship and then ghosted us all after we graduated, you didn’t see me before I left, you didn’t congratulate me on my engagement, you didn’t congratulate me until a week ago about Katie,” he rambled out before taking a deep breath to calm himself. “I’m not trying to be mad but, even if you didn’t want to be with me, you didn’t make an effort to be my friend Y/n… that hurt. I loved you, you were my best friend and I felt abandoned,” he confessed before dropping his sandwich back into the ziplock bag.

You sighed and ran your hands nervously down your thighs alleviating the sweat that was forming. You looked guilty. You were guilty. You shut out your best friends for years. You shut out Johnny for years. You knew you messed up. “I know. But it never meant I didn’t like or love you. I just, I was scared. I wanted to go to med school, you wanted to settle down. I know this is personal, but I want us to be at the wedding and I want us to be there together, we can work everything out until then and you know hopefully be close again. Let’s just pretend. I get you’re upset but don’t you think this is deeper than just us?” you pleaded with a gleam of tears forming in your eyes. You knew Johnny had every right to be upset. His world was crumbling and you didn’t do anything to help.

He sighed deeply before looking up at you. “Okay, let’s do this wedding. I’ll talk to Derrick, and we can work something out between us. But, I don’t want to be back in your life if this happens again. You leave and you call me up because you need my help. A friendship works both ways Y/n,” Johnny bluntly told you.

You shyly nodded. “I understand Johnny, I apologize. I’m so sorry, I would never in a million years want to do that to someone I love. Not you, I won’t hurt you again,” you promised reaching your hand over the table to hold his. He grasped your hand and strummed his thumb over your palm.

“I’ll hold you to it,”

It’s been 2 weeks since the park meeting with Johnny. The rest of the day was spent catching up on each other's lives. How work was for both of you, living alone in the city? You even got to talk to Katie and enjoy playing with her on the swing set as Johnny pushed both of you.

During the 2 weeks, you’ve been talking to Johnny almost every day now. Facetimes becoming a regular thing before and after work. He told you how he closed on a deal selling a house that was almost worth a million. Not only was Johnny a handsome wealthy guy, but the way he treated Katie erupted something in you.

Seeing the man that you loved years ago, being a domestic and careful dad was exuding, to say the least. Johnny on the other hand could say similar things about you. To him, you were the most determined and passionate woman ever. You owned up to your mistakes and you worked for what you wanted. Yet, you haven’t 100% come clean to Johnny about how you were feeling.

Early on in the week, it was another morning after an overnight shift for you at the hospital. To say the least, you were drained. Your eye bags felt like they were growing eye bags. The only thing you looked forward to was coming home to Facetime Johnny.

After getting cleaned and comfortable in bed, you rang the man. On the second ring, he answered. Your eyes widened the instant you saw him. His hair was wet and sticking to his face, his chest was bare and his shoulder tattoo was on display. He looked hot. You could’ve choked just by his image alone.

“Oh sorry, Y/n I just got out of the shower, Katie was having a hard time sleeping last night so I couldn’t shower before bed,” he shyly chuckled as his face turned red in the camera. Secretly, if this was the outcome, then you prayed she had a hard time sleeping every night.

You cleared your throat and shook your head with a smile. “No omg, you’re good. Poor baby, I hope everything is better later tonight,” liar.

Johnny smiled nodding along to your words. “Me too, it hurts really because you know Stephanie was good at soothing her to bed when she was younger. It’s been over a year but she hasn’t gotten used to it,” he shrugged as if it was just an easy realization.

You solemnly nodded, your smile faltering a bit at the fact. “Try reading her bedtime stories, or talking to her before bed. It’ll tire her out,” you suggested surely.

“You know, she’s much more interested in hearing you talk. She said she loves talking with the pretty lady I’m always on the phone with,” Johnny assured you with a smile as he propped the phone up. He exited the frame for a few moments and returned with a pair of grey sweatpants on his lower body.

His abs glistening and on display. “Which also had me thinking, I think me and Katie would love to have you over for dinner this Saturday,” he brought up firmly. He grabbed a bottle of lotion before lathering it all over his arms.

Your eyes widened. Like a date? No, there’s no way. You blinked rapidly at the sudden idea. “Really? I mean I’m not opposed but that’s a little intimate. Dinner just us three?” you asked reassuringly.

His smile never left. Only growing. He nodded as he graced his arms with the liquid. “Yes Y/n it’s a little much I understand but, I like you. Katie knows I like you, and she likes you too. Don’t you think it’s a little weird for us to pretend to be dating for this wedding and we can’t even sit and have dinner together?” he asked curiously reading your expression into the camera.

He was right of course. “Well, yeah no you’re right I just wanted to make sure this is really what you want I mean. Where do you want to go?” you nervously jumbled out. A date with Johnny and his daughter was amazing just as it was terrifying. You haven’t eaten alone with Johnny in years. And how would Katie react to it genuinely? A new woman with her dad? Would it confuse her?

Johnny let out a soft chuckle looking into your eyes the best way he could via Facetime. “Y/n you seriously don’t think a dinner with you and my daughter won’t make me happy? Two very important girls that I love eating with me are all I want in this world right now,” he admitted with a grin tugging on his face. His heart felt like it was skipping a beat. Of course, Johnny never hid his feelings for you. But the rejection you bestowed on him years ago stuck. But honestly, the guy had nothing to lose. But he knew for sure that he couldn’t lose you again.

“The day you called me was one of the happiest days I’ve had in a long time Y/n. And the day we came back from the park and hearing Katie ramble about you made me even happier,” he continued running his fingers through his hair.

“My love for you never went away, I prayed someday to have you back in my life. With school being over and you finally having your career, I hope you can make the time for me now. So we can be happy together. Is that okay? Is it okay for us to start to work towards something Y/n?” Johnny plead his case to you. If only he knew that this love wasn’t one-sided, but how could you admit that to him?

How could you admit that you were too scared to give up a piece of yourself to him back then? That you know any argument or misunderstanding would lead to you spiraling and feeling like a failure? You were always a perfectionist. You blamed school on your insecurity on why you couldn’t be with Johnny. And everyone knew that except for him.

You sighed and looked away nervously from the screen taking a deep breath before formulating your sentence. You face the camera and smile once more looking at his handsome face. His beautiful eyes. The plea in his eyes.

“I’ll go to dinner with you and Katie, I’d love that more than anything Johnny,”

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“What?!” your best friend cursed aloud on the phone, her face in shock on the Facetime screen. She was getting dolled up for the Bachelorette party tonight at you guys’ favorite bar that you’ve been going to since you were 20-year-old college kids with fake IDs. She thought it would be a bittersweet way to celebrate the end of her 20s and enter a mature and devoted marriage with Derrick.

You sat on the other line, combing your hair as you sighed thinking about how to continue with the bomb you dropped on her. “He asked me out on a date, it’s not a big deal. We’ve been talking for 2 weeks again as friends, maybe it’s just a friend date. Plus, we have to get more acquainted since the wedding is in 2 weeks,” you tried to calmly batter out as you fluffed the curls in your hair.

Your best friend scoffed grabbing the phone as you heard her jingle her keys to walk out of her apartment door. “Y/n you’re fuckin’ insane, I don’t understand how you’re being so nonchalant about this. He’s finally taking you on a date. A real date! It’s been like 6 years and he’s still in love with you, that’s amazing!” your best friend lectured you as you heard her get in the Uber. “This is to Club Atlantis correct?” she asked the driver before getting in the car.

“God you’re so silly, he’s a guy who’s simply taking his old friend to dinner. He’s much too busy with Katie and works to focus on an old crush,” you bluntly downplayed as you grabbed your keys and purse before walking to the door of your apartment. “I’ll see you in about 15 okay? Let’s enjoy your Bachelorette party and stop fuckin’ worrying about guys okay?” you cheered into the phone as you searched for your Uber as well.

“Okay Y/n babes, see you soon,” your best friend graced before hanging up.

You waved goodbye to the Facetime as you hopped in your Uber as well, heading to the club.

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The club was packed. It was a Friday night, 11 pm. The LED lights were purple and there was a hazy hue in the building mixed with scents of cigarettes, marijuana, and vapes. Alcohol was everywhere, bodies were everywhere, and music beaming. This hadn’t been your scene in ears, and to be honest it never really was.

“Hey boo!” a familiar voice rang in your ears, seeing your best friend running up to hug you with a bottle of dark liquor in her hand. Surrounding her were some familiar faces. Her older sister, and your other two mutual friends Danielle and Skylar. Now the rest of the bodies? Probably haven’t seen it since college or have never seen it at all.

Your smile graced your face leaning into hug all the ladies, greeting them and kissing their cheeks as they did with you. “Hey girls!” you greeted as you scoped around the scenery, seeing your friends dressed in skimpy dresses or two pieces complimented with heels that were going to swell their feet later.

“Take a shot!” your best friend's sister shouted as she took the bottle from her hand, motioning for you to tilt your chin back.

You rolled your eyes playfully, opening on command as the girls counted to 3 as they poured the liquor. Your face scowled, yet you drank the warmth. All the girls cheered and clapped smiling at you. Some are already drunk.

“Okay bitch! Time to turn the fuck up!” Danielle screamed grabbing your best friend's arm and leading the group to a private section they had rented. “Come on Y/n!” your best friend pulled you along as the girls sang to the chorus of the song blasting through the Club.

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The night was chaotic. You lost count of the number of shots you took. You lost count of the number of times one of the girls yakked in the bathroom. You lost count of the number of guys you curved away from you and your group.

Everything was becoming blurry. Senses loosened. No one in your group was in their right mind. It was 2 am and 6 drunk women and a bride-to-be were shitfaced in a club filled with 20-somethings with no morals left right now.

You are one of them. You chuckled and turned to your best friend who was slumped on the velvet couch sweaty from all the dances she danced in the last few hours. You whispered to her cheekily with the idea that sparked in your drunken mind.

“Should I text Johnny that I miss him?” you giggled out stupidly at the idea. Your best friend's eyes widened and your mouth erupted into laughter. She hit your chest playfully and motioned to your phone. “Girl, you’re too fuckin’ much. Tell him you love him and have a good night,” she egged on before looking to face her sisters and friends gossiping about the background of you and Johnny’s relationship.

You picked up the phone and dialed Johnny’s number. “Be right back!” you squealed as you walked to the restroom holding the phone to your ear.

It was late, of Johnny was asleep in bed when you called. On the third ring, Johnny groaned looking over to his nightstand next to his bed to see your contact picture appear on the screen of his phone. He stretched a bit before picking up the phone and checking the time. “Hello? Y/n it’s late, are you okay?” he asked groggily.

His sleepy voice. Fuck, was it enough to turn you on while you were sober, but right now? Girl, you were trying not to moan in response to the sound of his voice. You sat on the sink, swinging your feet as you slumped against the cool tile wall of the bathroom. “Johnny-“ you dragged out with a hum. “I miss you, the Bachotlette was so much fun,” you whined out with a pout.

Johnny sighed into the phone and rubbed his temples. “Y/n, are you drunk right now?” he asked with a stern tone. His brows furrowed as he pulled the blankets off his body and searched around for some clothes.

“Nooo!” you dragged as your brows furrowed at his assumptions. But of course you were. Anyway could tell. Who couldn’t know that you were? “But I miss you, Johnny, we’re at Club Atlantis like how we used to always go together! You, me, Derrick, Steph, everyone!” you mindlessly called against the phone.

Lucky for you, Katie was spending the night at her cousin’s house with Uncle Mark and his wife. “Here I come Y/n, stay with the girls until I get there and I’ll take you home okay?” Johnny asked of you as he slipped on a T-shirt and some sweatpants. Sliding his feet into some sandals.

You bit your lip at his command. He was coming to get you? You squealed in excitement into the phone, causing Johnny to pull away from his device for a moment. “Johnny you’re coming to get me! I wanna stay at your house, I bet it’s so nice and big,” you emphasized at the end of the sentence biting your lip cheekily.

Johnny’s eyes widened at your words, clearing his throat at your antics. He shook his head and sighed in relief before grabbing his keys and heading to his car. “Please stay put Y/n, I’ll be there soon okay?” he begged of you before starting the engine of his car and pulling out of the driveway.

“Yes, Johnny! See you soon! Mwah!” you kissed the speaker of the phone and hung up, walking out of the bathroom back to the section filled with your friends who were getting up slowly. They were bumping and slumping everywhere, boy did y'all have time tonight?

Your best friend smiled cheekily at you. “How did it go?” she asked cocking her head to you matching your smile. “He’s my ride tonight, he’ll be here in like 15?” you boasted to the girls, receiving a bunch of cheers and claps from the crew. “That’s my girl!” your bestie cheered on.

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You were now in the passenger seat of Johnny’s car, fastened up in the seatbelt with your head lying on the cold glass of the window.

Johnny was driving back to his house, his gaze repeatedly following the road but as well trailing off to you. “You had fun tonight didn’t you?” he asked rhetorically as he giggled to himself.

You nodded, “mhm!” you hummed as your eyes began to shut. “More fun now that I’m with you,” you sluggishly whispered out.

Johnny sighed and shook his head once more. “Poor Y/n, a lightweight as usual. You always say the silliest things when you’re drunk,” he reminded you. “Just like that time, we were in school and drank at the dorm. Told me you loved me even though I and Stephanie were just getting together,” he brought up a bit meekly.

Your eyes opened and faced his soft gaze. “I won't lie, not even while drunk Johnny,” you brought up as he reminisced in the moment. “I’m having fun with you now, and I did love you. Always have,” you shyly admitted feeling your cheeks turn red.

Suddenly it felt like the alcohol washed away. Realistically it didn’t, but you knew that what you were saying wasn’t the result of the liquor. It was the truth. The most honest you’ve been and of course it sucked that you brought it out in this state. But the honesty behind it was never watered down like it was when you’re sober.

Johnny’s breath hitched at your confession. It’s not like he was surprised honestly. But it was more so he couldn’t bring himself to accept it. If you love him, why turn him down? Why be so inconsistent? Why not have been with him this entire time? He shook his head remaining silent. You could talk with him about this at another time right? Preferably when you were sober. If you could even remember this conversation at least.

Shortly Johnny pulled into his driveway. Parking his car and shutting off the engine, swiftly gets out and comes to the passenger side to help you out. “Come on Y/n, let’s help you out here okay?” he asked as he unbuckled your seatbelt for you and took your hand in his.

You stumbled out of the car due to your crazy heels and altered feeling of senses. But thankfully you were able to latch on to Johnny’s large frame as he guided you inside the house. Of course, you were right about the house being nice and big. Complimented with warm-toned furniture and hardwood floors. Adorned with beautiful portraits of him and his family, including the adorable Katie.

He guided you to the guest room, a simple queen-sized bed with white sheets and a TV parallel to it. You gasped at the room. “Johnny! I didn’t know you had a guest room,” you stupidly reacted looking at the scarcely decorated space which caused him to giggle.

“Have a seat Y/n,” he gently instructed leading you to sit on the edge of his bed. He got on one knee lightly lifting your ankle to untie your heel. Your breath hitched seeing him in the angle. He was focused and careful, his eyes carefully averted away from your bare legs.

“Johnny,” you whined softly as you cocked your head to the side to eye him.

“Hm?” he softly responded as both of your heels were in the palms of his hands. He rose back up to his feet, leaving the shoes near the edge of the bed. He hovered over you, his tall and broad frame standing above you. But not intimidatingly, lovingly. His eyes looked softly at yours as your expression was meek. “What’s wrong Y/n?” he questioned.

Your heartbeat is louder at the way he spoke to you. The gentleness and care this man poured onto you was one of the first things that drew you to him. It’s not surprising that that’s never changed. “I told you I was having fun with you and you’re pushing me away to bed so early,” you complained rolling your eyes at him with a bratty expression to go along with it.

Johnny wasn’t annoyed surprisingly. You would think he would be. You called him out of his sleep begging for his attention and had him drive miles out to get you. But to Johnny, if this was one of the only ways to care for you, he’d take it. He’d drive hours to be with you. He’d care for you, in any state whether it’s drunk or sober. Better him than anyone else.

“Ah, Y/n please don’t start that tonight,” he says as he pulls the blanket away and guides you to rest on the plush mattress. “Rest, we have plans for tomorrow night, right? Our dinner with Katie? I’d hate for you to miss it cause’ of a hangover,” he cooed.

He watched you pout as you reluctantly calmed under the sheets. The tightness of your dress hugging you wasn’t enough to overwhelm your feeling of tiredness. You blinked heavily as you looked up at the warm face of the man caring for you.

Your cheeks swarmed red and your eyes watered. Thinking about everything over the past few years. How did you miss out on this? You were stupid. The man who would go across the Earth, distract himself for years, give you time and space as you begged, just for years later to be met with the same amount of loyalty and love he left you with. Johnny’s love for you never changed. And neither did your love for him.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath as a warm tear fell on your face. You hid under the blanket to distract Johnny before he could notice it. Unfortunately, you were too late.

Johnny’s eyes widened as he kneeled downwards and caressed your cheek. “Hey, Y/n. What’s wrong,” he asked carefully whispering, hoping that he didn’t overwhelm you. He knew it could be a response to the alcohol, but it didn’t diminish his worry nor hinder his fear that something was hurting you.

You gently wrapped your arm around his wrist, strumming the area with your thumb. “I-I…” you stuttered choking on a sob. “I love you, and you don’t believe me. You never believed me,” you murmured muffling your sobs through the blanket.

Johnny’s head tilted and confusion hit your eyes. “What? No Y/n, I know you love me, we’ve been friends for years of course I know that,” he cooed as he attempted to calm you down. You shook your head rapidly as he wasn’t understanding what you were throwing out.

“No Johnny! I’m in love with you! You thought I wasn’t because I was worried about school,” you confessed as you sat up against the headboard with tear-stained cheeks streaming through your makeup.

“When I told you that night Junior year, I meant it. But you were with Stephanie and completely ignored it! You thought I hated you, but I was too scared, I didn’t want to fail! I didn’t want to argue, and then you fucking left us after graduation and wanted to fucking marry her Johnny! What was I supposed to do?!” you spat out in a daze.

The emotions ran through your veins like venom. You knew he wasn’t all to blame for the situation, at all. You didn’t do your all to show him that you loved him. How could you? But how could he not see through you? Wasn’t he supposed to be your best friend?

Johnny ran a palm down his face. His breathing was heavy. His eyes were sullen. He felt like shit. Of course, he knew was at fault, he went to be with someone else in the distraction of his feelings and yours. He shook his head before gently squeezing into the side of the bed.

He hugged you, closer than he ever had before. You sobbed into his broad chest. He believed every word you said. But there was no way he could talk to you about everything right now, not while you’re drunk and in bed with him. This close, he needed your full awareness and closure.

He pecked the top of your forehead and strummed his fingers through your hair as your sobs calmed and your breathing slowed.

“Don’t worry Y/n, I’m in love with you too,” he assured.

He calmed you until you were resting. A deep sleep overthrowing your consciousness.

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The next morning was all too quick to come. The sunshine peeks through Johnny’s guest room curtains. You looked around the unfamiliar space, groaning at the sleepiness that was still taking over.

Thankfully, you weren’t one to have a loose memory after drinking and you were aware that you safely went home with Johnny. However, you don’t remember Johnny leaving the bed, as you noticed the side of the mattress was empty.

You flipped the blanket to the side pressed your bare feet into the carpet and trudged through the home. “Johnny!” you called out looking around for signs of the man.

A few moments later, his figure is seen opening the door to the primary bedroom as his body is covered in a black hoodie and matching sweatpants set with his slides on. “Good morning Y/n,” he smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist for a hug.

You smiled back in return hugging him back and pulling him closer. “Hi, sorry I had to crash last night I didn’t expect you to bring me here,” you sheepishly apologized to the man. A deep sigh escaped your lips thinking about everything that happened last night.

“Don’t mention it Y/n,” he assured taking your hand in his. “Hey uhm, I have to pick up Katie in an hour, should I take you home now so you can have some time to yourself before dinner?” he suggested as his eyes gently scanned over your figure.

You were still in a skimpy dress. Your makeup was melting off and your hair was frizzier than anything. “Yeah that’s a good idea, I look a fucking mess,” you self deteriorated on about your looks. Johnny chuckled and let go of your palm.

“You’re a very pretty mess,” he complimented as he walked to grab his keys. “I’ll be at the door until you’re ready,” he calmly spoke.

You nodded turning to the guest room to grab your shoes, purse, and phone. You opened your device and saw missed calls from your best friend as well as spammed pictures of the night out flooding away your message box.

You texted her back immediately, letting her know you were safe and sound with Johnny and that you would be calling her back as soon as you could, sending lots of heart emojis and liking messages in the group chat.

You met Johnny at the door with a smile, lacing your hand in his signaling that you were ready to go.

While walking to Johnny’s car, he told you about Katie spending the night at her cousin's house and all things revolving around her and her social life. She’s very sociable like Johnny and everyone else loves having her around. She was only 3, but she was learning sight words and math already and could count to 100!

You were in the passenger seat as Johnny was driving, bragging more about the skills of his beautiful daughter.

“She’s such a treasure, she’s the best thing that came out of me and Steph’s relationship,” he admitted to you smiling at the thought of his daughter. “I want to enroll her in some extracurricular activities. I’d love for her to do a sport and play piano as I did, I’m scared I’m just not the best person to teach her, I want her to have more female figures in her life,” he solemnly admitted with a sad smile.

Your heart sank at Johnny’s words. “Growing up without a mother and distant from grandmothers or aunts must be a struggle for Katie, despite her having a lot of friends at daycare,” you poured your two cents out into the conversation, nervously meddling at your fingers.

Johnny nodded his head slowly in agreement. “Tell me about it, I just want the best for my little girl, that’s all. I try my best to buy her the toys and clothes she likes, but I have no idea what any of the dolls that she likes are from. Or any of the princesses or shows she likes to teach her, it’s hard to be a single parent but I want to be her best friend,” he confessed.

His cheeks were red at the vulnerable statements he shed out to you. It’s not that Johnny wasn’t attentive to Katie, there were just some things he naturally didn’t understand. He didn’t understand everything about hair, nails, princesses, and when she should play with certain things like makeup and such. How could he?

“Well, how about you start telling me when Katie starts taking an interest in certain things and I’ll help you set up a time to take her out and explore them. I’ll even tell you everything I know about Disney princesses and hair,” you chuckled as you held his right hand.

Johnny smiled beamed. “I would appreciate you more than I already do,” he softly admitted peaking over to glance at you.

You returned the bright look, glancing to the windshield to see him pulling up to your apartment complex. “Well, time for me to go. See you at 6?” you asked as you began to unbuckle your seatbelt.

Johnny nodded. “See you at 6 Y/n,” he assured before leaning to kiss your cheek. You grinned like an idiot, covering away your smile with your palm. “Bye Johnny,” you teased rolling your eyes as you exited the car.

He waved and sat in the parking spot before making sure you safely entered the apartment. The sigh that left his body was deep. He was completely whipped by you. Enamored even more with your interest in Katie. His heart swelled. It was full of love. For you.

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You managed to have a very productive day once you arrived home. Of course, after showering and eating breakfast, you did some laundry and tidied the space around you. It was now nearing time for dinner and of course, you filled in your best friend from the events of last night.

You sat at your vanity once again, blending the makeup across your cheek with your phone propped up showcasing your best friend on the line, in bed next to her husband.

“Did you guys have sex?” she asked bluntly causing a disgusted groan from her husband lying next to her. “Shut up Derrick,” she cursed rolling her eyes.

A tsk sound escaped your lips. “No darling,” you assured her with a cheeky smile. “Just confessions, if anything happens again, I’ll let you know. But, I genuinely want to have a talk with him about everything,” you replied as you closed the lid to your powder, dusting it away from your face.

You stood up in front of the camera and smoothed out the outfit you adorned. A cream-colored blouse some blue jeans with a wedge. Something simple and flattering, yet appropriate to wear around Katie.

“Oh God! Y/n you look beautiful, if he doesn’t try to hit while you’re in that, I’m gonna do it for him,” she complimented with a beaming grin. Derrick clears his throat eyeing her. “Oh come on, let me hype up my maid of honor,” she scoffed rolling her eyes at her fiancé.

You chuckled at your best friends’ antics and continued getting ready, finishing your look with a nice lip gloss and spritzing some perfume. You checked the time, it’s about 5:30 and you wanted to make sure you were on time. “Okay babe, I’m bout to go. Love you! I’ll update you on everything when I’m finished,” you wished to your best friend as you picked up the phone making kissy faces.

She bid you farewell kissing the screen as well, signaling you to hang up. Once doing so, you grabbed your keys and headed downstairs to the parking lot. Sending Johnny a quick text letting him know that you were on the way as you slipped into your car, starting the engine.

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Johnny was finishing up with the meal he prepared for you three. Just a simple steak and potatoes with a salad, nothing too fancy.

“Daddy! When is Ms. Y/n coming?” Katie ran into the kitchen to ask him with a small pout. Johnny smiled as he had just seen your message not too long ago appear on his phone.

“She’ll be here any minute baby. Are you that hungry?” he asked curiously as he finished dressing the salad. Katie shook her head.

“I just wanna see her,” she shyly confessed looking down at the tile floor. Johnny’s heart pattered, causing him to look at her with the softest eyes and his mouth tugging into a sheepish grin. “I wanna see her too Katie,” he assured the little girl.

A few moments later, a ring on the doorbell flooded the home. Katie immediately cheered running to the door knowing it was you. “She’s here!” she ran to the door singing out.

Johnny quickly followed behind her, worried she would open the door alone. “Hey, Katie! Wait for me baby,” he calmly asked catching her in time and popping her on his hip. He opened the front door to be met with your beautiful frame, a smile so bright it could light up the night. At least that was what Johnny said.

“Hi, Ms. Y/n!” Katie happily cheered waving at you. Your smile grew even bigger as you stepped inside to hold the sweet girl's hand. “Hello beautiful!” you greeted the young girl. “Hi, Johnny! It smells great in here,” you complimented as you slipped out of your shoes.

Johnny’s cheeks blushed red as he sheepishly strummed the back of his nape. “Thank you, Y/n. You look beautiful, like always,” he complimented moving to the side and setting Katie down.

Katie immediately latched on to your hand pulling you along with her to the table. She began babbling about dinner, movies, toys, anything you could name. Of course, you and her were best friends now, and best friends sit and listen to each other yap. You were no stranger to the scenario.

Johnny’s heart swelled at the sight. You paid attention to Katie just like he did. When she spoke, you responded. When she showed you toys, you looked. You made her feel seen and loved and that’s why she cared so much about you. And one of the many reasons Johnny cared about you.

Johnny set the table, handing you and him a nicely portioned plate of the dishes, while handing Katie her pink pig-shaped plate with steak bites and mini-sides. “Thank you, Daddy!” Katie grabbed before picking up her matching fork and started eating.

“Thank you, Johnny,” you said with a smile before starting to eat as well. Everything was heavenly. He remembered exactly how you liked your steak and what dressing you ate with your salad. The gestures meant everything to you.

Johnny’s smile was huge seeing that you and Katie enjoyed what he cooked. “Of course, girls. You know I had to go all out for my babies,” he assured as he took a bite of his own cooking.

The conversation was light. Katie talked about daycare and her friends. Johnny spoke about work and his interests as well as you. The flirting was kept to a respectful minimum, due to the toddler right next to you who was fighting sleep for the last hour.

Katie’s head dipped as she yawned over her empty plate. “Uh oh, someone’s very full and very sleepy,” Johnny pointed out as he stood up from the table, picking up the toddler to place her on his hip.

Katie sleepily yawned and rested her head on his chest, waving at you softly. “Night night, Ms. Y/n,” she pouted out closing her eyes.

Johnny giggled looking at you briefly. “I’ll be back, let me set this princess to bed,” he alerted you.

You nodded and waved to the sleepy girl. “Goodnight Katie, sleep well,” you bid to her as you patiently waited for Johnny to get back.

You kindly took it upon yourself to take the dishes off the table and wash them out for him. He’d done a great job of creating such a meal for you, it’s the least you could do.

Entering the kitchen, you notice the refrigerator. Lots of pictures of Katie over the stainless steel. Pictures of her when she was first born, her first Halloween, and even one recently of her and Johnny back in Chicago.

But one really caught your eye, the long dark hair that was too familiar. Stephanie, Johnny, and Katie sitting together at what seemed to be a fair or an amusement park. The sight was painful for you. The genuine looks of smiles bestowed the picture. From all three individuals. What went wrong?

Thoughts have flown through your head. About maybe one day, you could be a family with Johnny and Katie, maybe some children of your own. Getting older has definitely played a factor in your thoughts, but you would be happy with this. Being the mother that Katie needed, being the wife that Johnny needed. You loved them both.

“Yeah, I still need to take that down,” Johnny spoke from behind you, causing you to jump and almost drop all of the dishes. Your heart was pacing at the sudden scare.

“Fuck, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you cursed as you set the dishes into the sink. You looked shyly over to the pictures. “I-I, honestly. I couldn’t bring myself to take that down either honestly,” you tried to consolidate with the heartbroken man.

Johnny shrugged and came over to the fridge, tugging at the photo swiftly. “I can’t be bothered to care anymore,” he told you softly. “Plus, there’s something I have to speak with you about,” he brought up almost too bluntly causing your heartbeat to pick up with immense nervousness.

You cleared your throat meeting his eyes. “Yeah of course, what is it?” you tried to ask as coolly as your voice allowed.

Johnny leaned against the counter with his hands in his pockets, gaze falling into yours. “You said you loved me last night, while you were drunk,” he mentioned tilting his head to you. “I wanted to see if you could tell me that while you were sober,” he asked coolly. He knew that you loved him. But he knew that you were scared and reluctant, as you’ve always been.

But you two were adults now. Johnny understood you, but he also knew for his sake that the scared and reluctant act would do more harm than good for you two.

You sighed deeply thinking hard about what to tell him. You couldn’t lie, you gained nothing from it. It just pained the both of you more. But your mind wouldn’t let you be vulnerable.

“I-I was really drunk, I shouldn’t have poured it on you like that. You just got out of your relationship, and we just started speaking again, I don’t even know if I’m ready for anything,” you rambled out just to be caught off guard by Johnny rubbing his temples frustratingly. You looked at him with furrowed brows confused with his response.

“What will take for you to stop being so worried Y/n?” Johnny brought up. “We’ve loved each other for years, we stopped talking for years just to be brought back together. Nothing is holding us back anymore, we can be happy. Together. You’re worried I know,” Johnny began with a frustrating tone yet quiet voice.

His hands grabbed yours as his pleading eyes stared into yours. “You told me you loved me, that you’ve always loved me. Show me,” he spoke out to you gently.

Suddenly, a plethora of emotions hit you both like a truck. Especially you. You couldn’t think of anything. Anything other than kissing him. You cupped his cheeks, pulling him down to meet your sweet lips in a hunger-filled kiss.

He took no time to kiss back, pulling your nape deeper into his lips and filling your body with passion. The tension in the room thickened and the temperature rose, filling you both with an intense new feeling for each other.

Johnny’s hands roamed around your waist, enamored with your figure under the blouse. After a few moments, he pulled away from your lips breathing heavily and panting for air.

Your eyes met. His eyes hazily looked at yours, filled with an array of love and devotion. Yet laced with an ounce of lust. “Please stop hiding yourself from me Y/n,” Johnny pleaded to you as he began to kiss your jaw, earning soft hums from your mouth.

“Let’s just love each other,” he whispered as he closed any centimeter of space between you two. All you could do was nod and wrap your arms around his neck.

“We will just love each other. I’ll love you, give you all of me. I swear,” you promised to him as your hands roamed down his shoulders.

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“Open,” is the first thing Johnny said to you as pushed to your knees on the floor of his bedroom. His length, hard and flushed dripping with pre-cum awaited your soft lips.

You did so, by opening your mouth ajar, and you felt a grip in your hair pushing your wet mouth onto his hard length. A groan of pleasure leaves Johnny’s mouth as he begins to thrust slowly into your mouth.

Gagging, you did your best to grasp onto his cock and suck away at the muscle. He was big, but it could t surprise you that much. Everything about him was. His muscles, his shoulders, his chest, his height. He was attractive in every physical and mental aspect. Reason number 99 on why you loved him.

Spit coaxed his length, making it easier for you to take it. But, it pushed him closer to his edge. You looked so beautiful to him, your eyes were welling with tears as you obeyed him so well.

“Such a beautiful girl,” he cooed loosening his grip a bit on your hair once you got a good rhythm on his cock. “You love me so much you’re gonna gag on my dick? Make me feel good and cum in your mouth?” he filthy mouthed at you. He strummed his thumb over your flushed cheeks as lewd noises from your lips filled the air.

All you could do was hum and gag for him, choking as his tip penetrated your throat. Each gag pushed him closer and closer to his climax. “Fuck, Y/n my baby is taking me so well, gonna cum so quick for you. Such a good girl,” he praised as his hips bucked into your throat quicker.

Tears were streaming from the intensity, but who were you to stop? You owed this to him, for his years of unconditionally waiting for you. Loving you. You needed this and so did he, you wanted to prove to him tonight that you loved him more than anything.

Johnny’s core tightened as his legs began to shake nearing his release. “Fuck,” he panted before slowing down his sloppy thrusts. Without warning, his warm thick liquid filled your mouth.

You didn’t think twice, swallowing his load and pulling off his length with a small pop sound. You took the back of your forearm wiping away any excess spit from your lips. “Did I do good?” you asked shyly looking at his gaze for an answer.

He nodded with a sheepish smile, helping lift you up and guiding you to his bed. “Yes baby,” he praised as he stroked your cheek and pushed away and excess hair from your sweaty face. “May I return the favor?” he asked softly pecking at your wet lips.

You responded with a soft nod as your eyes fluttered from the gesture. You lay on your back against his mattress. Johnny slowly came onto the bed, laying his long slender fingers against your seeping core.

Moans erupted from your lips, your legs shaking on impulse as he began sliding his digits against your heat. Coaxing his fingers in your stickiness. “Mmph, Johnny!” you whimpered out as you began bucking your core against his strong hand. A cocky grin filled his lips as he watched you impatiently move against his hand.

“So needy baby? You need me hm?” he asked staring at your weak expression. You nodded your head profusely at his question. “Need you! I need you so bad, I love you so much, please!” you screamed out confessing your desire for him.

A low groan escaped from him as he slid two fingers deep inside your aching pussy, clenching around his digits immediately. His pace was slow yet deep, taking in the feeling of your warm cunt.

“Feels so good right? I fuck you so good with my fingers,” he hummed out watching as his digits disappeared deeper into your core. Your abdomen tightened at the feeling, slick wet sounds filling the air

as you began to pant at his touch.

He leaned into your ear, kissing and licking at your lobe and sucking on the bottom. “Imagine how good you’ll feel when I fuck you, right baby?” Johnny seductively whispered into your ear.

Earning enough stimulation, you pulsated around his thrusts feeling your climax reaching. Your back involuntarily arched as his pace quickened rapidly. “J-Johnny,” you spewed out with a harsh breath. “Cum, I wanna-“ you could barely get out as your climax overtook your body, causing sly spasms as you released onto his hand.

Johnny’s smirk grew as he acknowledged the sensation pooling into his palms. “You did so good didn’t you?” he asked as he slowly retracted his palm, bringing his fingers up to your lips for you to swallow your own cum.

Your brows furrowed as you stuck your tongue out, swirling around his digits and humming at the taste of your sweet release. Johnny watched intensively as you did so, his ego swelling at the sight.

“Good baby,” he cooed once you finished and made his way to spread your legs and sit between your thighs.

“Johnny,” you panted looking at him with lustful eyes, bringing your hands to graze over his clothed chest. He adorned a white muscle tee, exposing his biceps and shoulder tattoo to your eyes. “Yes darling?” he asked tilting his head to the side to meet your gaze.

“Off please,” you begged tugging at the light fabric of his shirt. He chuckled as his hands roamed to your light blouse, lifting it from the hem to expose your nude-colored bra. “Only if you do the same for me, baby,” he reprimanded motioning you to sit up.

You nodded obediently doing so, sitting up to swiftly remove your blouse and tossing it across the room. You then unclamped your bra, throwing it to the side as well. Leaving your top half completely on display for your lover.

His eyes lowered to your chest, enamored completely with what he had seen. Your nipples are hard and on display for his eyes, darkening as his breath hitched while lewd thoughts filled his head. “You’re so beautiful Y/n, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he praised as his hands made their way to your breasts, toying with you.

You bit your lips at the sensation, arching your back at each gripping movement caused a loud moan from your lips. Your eyes fluttered rapidly as his fingers pinched at your nipples. “You sound so pretty, feels so good right? Want me to fuck you now hm?” Johnny questioned as his hands lowered to your waist, gripping the sides and pulling you closer to his chest.

You nodded rapidly, tugging once more on his tee as your eyes locked with his. “Now Johnny!” you whined out earning a coy chuckle from him once again. “Okay, baby, don’t worry, you’re gonna feel so good,” he assured kissing your forehead as removed his tank.

His hand reached for the small of your back, lying you down once again on his mattress and lining himself up with your slick entrance. He was careful not to break the kiss, distracting you once he entered his thick length into your tight core.

The sensation filling you causes a loud scream to erupt from your throat, just to be shushed and calmed down by Johnny. “Shh, darling,” he whispered slowing his pace as he deepened into you. “Be a good girl, take my cock, princess, I know you can do it for me right?” his words were so explicit yet filled with a tender reassurance that you desperately needed at the moment.

You nodded slowly, shutting your eyes and taking in the feeling. “So big Johnny,” you praised as he was now fully engaged in your heat. His movements started off slow, yet deep and steady. Low grunts echoed from him, while high-pitched moans came from your sweet lips. Johnny couldn’t help but feel encouraged to ram into you rougher, now wanting to hear how loud you could get for him.

He wanted to hear how amazing he made you feel. He knew you loved him and that he was all you needed. He needed to hear it from you, one way or another.

“Talk to me baby,” he instructed as he quickened his pace hitting your sweet spot. You could barely focus on formulating a sentence, all you could think of was the sensational pleasure he gave you. “F-feels so good Johnny, I can’t…” you gasped out needily as you felt him ram into your core as your legs were close to your chest.

Johnny grunted out, gripping the sheets adjacent to you as he buried himself deeper into your cunt. “You can’t what baby? You can’t take my cock? You can’t take how much I love you? Hm?” Johnny asked as his thrusts became steadier and deeper, sweat beading on his forehead. “You want me to stop?” he teased earning a whine from you.

“I can take it! I want to feel all your love, please keep fucking me!” you moaned out, feeling his deep thrusts strike something in you. The sex was rough. Everything about it was passionate and aggressive, but it was exactly what you needed from each other. Years worth of tension, pent-up aggression, and remorse, are finally being poured into each other.

“I need you, I love you, please!” you confessed to Johnny, pushing his nape closer to kiss your neck as you reached closer to your high.

Johnny’s eyes fluttered as low grunts escaped his mouth. He was lost in you. The woman he loved the most, the longest. He finally had you. He gave his all to you, and you were finally doing the same. “I love you too, let me cum for you darling,” he begged as his kisses and thrusts alike become rugged and sloppy.

Mixes of curses and moans echoed in the air, your climax clashed with Johnny��s. He rammed into you, deepening his ejaculate into your cunt, mixing away with your juices until he collapsed to the side of you.

Both of your chests were heaving up and down, sweat beading over each of your bodies.

Once the calm filled the air, your head cocked to the side as you faced your lover. “I’m sorry, for everything that’s happened over the past few years. I know I was dumb because I was scared but-“

You were cut off immediately by a warm familiar hand cupping your flushed cheek, and a soft tingling kiss pressed against your lips.

“No more apologies Y/n. Let’s just do this the right way,” Johnny asked of you. His eyes filled with a sparkle, a plea.

All you could do was smile. Nodding to him before you took him into a deep kiss again.

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“By the power invested in me,” the reverend spoke at the altar. You stood behind your beautiful best friend who was draped in her white lacey veil and dress. To her opposite was her husband Derrick with a proud Johnny standing behind him, his gaze alternating between the scene ahead, and you.

You held back a few tears that threatened to fall, the sight was beautiful. The pianist played a soft melody in the background. You looked stunning in the silky emerald dress that all the other bridesmaids had to wear, as it complimented the black suits with emerald ties the groomsmen wore.

The wedding was picture perfect, it was exactly how your best friend and you could’ve imagined. The green accents surround the garden as well as the tables and decor. Your best friend pat away a single tear that streamed down her beautifully painted face.

“You may now kiss the bride,” the reverend happily stated. Not even a moment later, the pair began to kiss each other with such a loving vigor as the room erupted in cheers and claps.

Your eyes matched with Johnny’s, the same amount of energy that you felt in the moment was reciprocated from him as well. It was evident that love was in the air for everyone, you two included.

Following the ceremony, the room erupted into laughter and dancing. Your best friend was already tipsy from champagne, laughing in the arms of her husband.

You sat at the table with all the other bridesmaids, giggling as you sipped on your own glass as well. Then, a familiar warm hand caressed your shoulder causing you to look up at the source.

A beaming Johnny met your gaze, his hand extended out to you. “Care to dance?” he asked almost too casually. It was cliche, but it was Johnny. Could you really say no?

A soft giggle came from the table as you and the girls looked at him. You reached your hand out taking your fingers in his, “of course, Mr. Suh,” you agreed dipping to him playfully as he pulled you to the dance floor.

He wrapped his hands sweetly around your waist, pulling you closely to him. Your arms naturally met around his neck taking in his beauty, staring blissfully into his eyes as you began to sway along with him to the music.

“You know,” he began as he stared down at your figure. “I always knew, since freshman year that they were going to last,” he mentioned referring to Derrick and your best friend, causing you to tilt your head to their direction.

“Yeah, especially the way Derrick spoke about her. It always let me know that he was so deeply in love with her you know?” you replied back, smiling happily at the sigh of your best friend in the arms of her loving husband.

Johnny nodded with a small chuckle. “Yeah,” he stated before locking eyes with you.

“It’s the same way I speak about you.”

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l4dymarika · 3 months ago

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My theory on revelators parallels to chat blanc

What I understood from Revelator and its parallels to Chat Blanc is that it might be how it would end if Chat hadn’t wiped Rena’s memory.

Let’s take this scenario into consideration: Alya has expressed her spite toward keeping secrets/lying. If she hadn’t had her memory wiped, she probably wouldn’t have lasted long without telling someone—whether it be Nino, Adrien (I don’t want to think so little of her, but maybe even the Ladyblog, considering how mad Alya was at MariBug). The truth would spread, eventually reaching Adrien, who would be completely devastated ( I genuinely don’t think that telling Adrien about it sooner would help especially with him being such a wreck (who tries to hide it) right now (wrinkled shirt theory))

That episode might have implied that the truth is so dangerous it could actually destroy the world—if not revealed at the right moment—and that we were heading exactly down that path. Now, it’s Marinette’s responsibility to determine the right time to reveal the secrets.

Secrets don’t tend to stay hidden for long, especially when they involve such important matters, and I don’t think anyone expects her to keep it a secret forever. That’s exactly why, right now, the truth shouldn’t be revealed. There’s a right time for everything, and during both Revelator and The London Special, that time just hadn’t come yet.

I’ve also heard people say that Marinette acts selfishly by avoiding uncomfortable conversations and staying in her comfort zone. I tend to do the same, so I understand her completely. In my case, I just wait for things to evolve on their own and delay them as much as possible while mentally preparing for them—sometimes, it’s just for the best. Sometimes, you have to be selfish.

But enough about me—Marinette has been through so much that it’s basically a coping mechanism (in fact, it is exactly that). You can’t expect someone who’s so lost in her life, practically living on autopilot, not to rely on their coping mechanisms. We forget that she’s just a fourteen-year-old girl who doesn’t have enough experience to handle such complicated situations.

Give this girl a break. Life is already doing everything it can to crush her, and her mind is doing everything it can to keep her from collapsing. She has to do what’s best for her—sometimes, she has to think about herself, even if she is a superhero.

The unraveling will happen eventually—when the time is right, when the truth will cause the least harm to everyone involved.

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babachira · 3 months ago

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life in sakadays

asakura shin x psychokinesis!reader (i'm literally crazy)

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+ unlike shin's accidental awakening of a clairvoyant, you're the product of constant testing. that means you're probably full of not-so-great memories of the place you grew up in where kids were being manipulated into drinking purple liquid and hopefully develop powers, but you're part of sakamoto's family now! hurray!

+ no one suspected that you had an ability at the start. it's not a common occurrence that someone has supernatural powers, but they probably figured out from either a) you pulled off jaw-dropping moves like blocking bullets by launching tables triple your size, or b) they caught you chucking detergent onto the shelves without lifting a single finger. no in-between. heisuke might've got it from the latter.

+ you can lift practically anything, but the heavier it is, the harder it becomes. clearly, lifting hana and playing bird-girl is a lot more doable than shifting sakamoto onto the second floor just because he doesn't want to climb the stairs. aoi-san and lu are also ok, shin and heisuke feel like a little pebble in your hands, whereas sakamoto-san would always feel like you're holding a 5kg dumbbell. it's ok if it's for a second, but any longer and it only starts to ache.

+ "ugh, i have to move all of this because shin refused to do it!" lu would cry out, then not-so-subtly glance at you. "my poor arms have to do this work!" then with a dramatic eye-roll, you'd walk over and swing your arm in an arch, re-arranging all the new ramen packets that sakamoto-san had delivered. lu would envelop you in such a tight hug, "thanks so much! at least someone around here loves me enough to help!" then shin's sulking later only (just a tad!) because lu said that you love her.

+ and so now that your powers were in the clear, you had become such a hot topic in the family. sakamoto wouldn't really make it a big deal because he's always had shin, but he's probably never met a psychic before, so he's a little curious. shin will be gobsmacked because goddamn he scored. a badass partner for free? well, life-threatening issues such as chasing down that bounty on sakamoto's head does come as a fee for everyone, but shin's still grateful that you're there with him. he thinks it's awesome that he has someone else who can kick ass as well as him. maybe even better!

+ he will 100% suggest fighting strategies by combining his powers and yours. because you can't read minds, your plans might be something along the lines like you're the main offence while he's on guard for whatever you tell him. you'd be at the front letting him know (all telepathically, of course) of your surroundings like how many enemies or a rough sketch of the location so that he can use all of that to plan ahead. might get into silly arguments because you ran into some problems, but it's a success most of the time!

+ your powers will absolutely be exploited by sakamoto's family. need a big order to be moved that sakamoto can't be assed to do himself? ok, you're on the job, time to put that mind to work and shift some disgustingly heavy boxes. hana wants to go flying? ok! just make sure she doesn't hit the ceiling, otherwise, YOU might go flying from a certain dad. heisuke wants help carrying fifty bags of buns home? ok buddy, that is not going to be for free though. lu just can't be bothered to work? that's a no.

+ shin might be relieved to know that there's someone else on the team who they can rely on when it comes to mental prowess. sure, his ability is really handy, but sometimes, it can get a bit tiring when it's the only thing that's being used. you might be one of the only other people who really understands him

+ similarly to how shin is limited to a certain radius, your powers are only convenient with things in sight. if it's right in front of you, it's no biggie at all, but if it's to the point where you have to squint and lean forward to figure out what the hell it is you're looking at, that's where your brain starts to melt as you try to get it to move.

+ he's your no.1 supporter all the way. might get into spats with lu fighting for that spot, but everyone knows that he'll do everything he can to ensure your safety and that all your limbs are in place BECAUSE GOD FORBID everyone gets out unscathed

+ because shin can read minds and just sometimes you want to tease him, you and lu would purposely think things like "shin's an idiot!" "nice ass, shin" or "i know you're looking at me" to the point where he comes stomping over, demanding with ears as red as an apple, "stop bothering me about my ass! and no! i was not looking at you!"

+ he really wants to impress you, so you bet he'll exploit his powers to tap into your mind and figure out what you want. let's say you're craving your favourite food, he just so happens to have it delivered to the front of the store at your most ravenous state. at the very beginning you thought it was a genuine coincidence until it started becoming very specific like that extra topping or how many pumps of syrup in your drink. you know now, of course, and shin knows that you know too. he doesn't stop though

+ if shin's your number one fan, hana is for both. she's a big you and shin lover. whenever she sees one of you without the other, she's bound to ask, "where's shin/(name)? are you guys not together?" and honestly, shin's so happy that he's always associated with you. if you're not there, he'd crouch down to her height and say, "it's just me, right now. it'll be the both of us soon, then we can all play together!"

+ seeing you in action has always sent a thrill to his spine. be it good or bad, his instinct to protect you is always the same. he knows you're very capable, very, as he watches you hurl two fire trucks with a swipe of your hands. he's like, "woah . . . wow . . . " he's so impressed and knows that you're not one to mess with. he holds real sympathy to those who underestimate you.

+ obviously, word that sakamoto has a clairvoyant on his team is already out. shin's powers are good, so it's no surprise that people would target him first since he is really useful. unlike that, at the start, you wouldn't be as well known because the sakamoto family all agreed to keep you under wraps just in case people start going for you too. it's only when you join them on more missions that you have to start using your psychokinesis to help, which garners more unwanted attention.

+ shin would definitely hate that. he once saw this sign with your face that had all the pros and cons of your powers in bullet points, and this urge to rip whoever created this to shreds was indescribable. if you already know about the flyer, he'd ask if you always knew. if you didn't, he'd probably keep quiet for a while and confirm it with sakamoto. he'd hate how you're becoming a target when he would much rather it just be him.

+ but seeing you put your life on the line just like everyone else makes him nervous yet so proud. he looks up to you in a way that he's so glad that someone accepted him and that no matter what you went through, you're still pushing through. if you ever get injured, his eyes would fly open, panic rushing through his entire body like an adrenaline rush uncalled for. logic would fade from his mind as he'd hold you and rush through the building for the exit and nearest hospital. there can't be anything worse than losing his family, losing you.

+ if it isn't serious, he'd bandage you up right there and then, staring so intently with all the emotions in his eyes with comments like "idiot, i told you this isn't easy. look at you, getting me to patch you up" or "it stings, yeah? well, you gotta suck it up until we get back home. maybe if you're lucky, i can piggyback you." he stares with so much love, his brows furrowed and jaw clenched, that it lowkey gets you flustered because how can one look at someone so deeply? it's as if he's locked onto your soul and is transmitting his thoughts, despite your inability to read minds, into your heart.

+ but if it's really bad, he'd yell in your face to hang in there and not close your eyes. would beg sakamoto to run as fast he can to get you to the nearest hospital. would refuse to leave your side unless he's physically dragged away and he'd remain stoic for the rest of the week or until you're discharged. not even lu or heisuke would be able to make him crack a smile. hana would barely manage to earn a small quirk of the lip, but unless he's sure that you're ok, he's not.

+ once you're better, he's dashing to you. he's never letting you go, he never ever wants to go through that again, and he'd reprimand you so hard that you genuinely feel bad. he wouldn't go overboard with the scolding, just enough so that you know he truly cares for you. everyone's happy that you're all healed though!

+ you'd try help aoi-san with dinner from time to time. hana would also be there, asking if she can cut carrots with her star-shaped cutter. you'd agree as long as you're watching her and she's so happy! everyone else would probably be downstairs tending to the store until dinner's ready, but when shin comes up a little earlier than the rest and sees you participating in the domestic chores with aoi-san, his heart just swoons. bro is so in love, how does he even show it? he'd look over your shoulder and even if you're doing amazing, he'd tease, "what's that meant to be?" but most of the time, he's like, "looks good. can't wait to eat it."

+ it's a family you'd never trade anything for. the peace you relish in is incomparable and you believe that you owe everyone so much for what they've done. of course, minus the deadly threats that come your way, but it's nothing compared to every positive thing that happens in your saka-family life!!

#asakura shin #asakura shin x reader #shin asakura #shin asakura x reader #sakamoto days #sakamoto days x reader #asakura shin fluff #asakura shin oneshot #fluff #oneshot #xreader #babachira

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star-41306 · 5 months ago

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How do y'all think the duffers are going to go about initiating Byler?

I've been thinking about this a lot lately and would love some thoughts on how everyone thinks Byler will progress. This is my opinion on the matter. (PS: this is a very mike centered analysis as I believe his perspective is the most beneficial to the conversation since he is at the center)

Mike is hiding his feelings for Will, but what benefit does this have for those involved? To us, the viewers, we can see the pain Will, El, and Mike experience through this situation. No party is receiving what they truly need to progress their happiness and growth.

El wants a boyfriend who will tell her that he loves her for who she is as a person, not her capabilities. At the heart of this is a need to be understood, but El herself doesn't really know who she is. Her growth is dependent on finding herself without outside influence.

Mike wants a girlfriend to seem/feel 'normal' and cool. He knows who he is but is repressing it. At the heart of this is a need to be desired. Sure, El wants him, but she does not know the truth about Mike. Mike's growth is dependent on someone finding comfort in the real him.

Will wants someone to treat him normal. He knows he's a freak and while he doesn't necessarily try to hide it, he wants the comfort of not being treated differently for it. Will's growth is dependent on the acceptance of those around him.

The existence of a romantic relationship between Mike and El goes against all of this potential growth. Mike idolizes El, never being able to see past her abilities. El is unable to find herself at the cost of being mikes cover. While doing this, he rejects his true self and affection for Will, because he believes he is doing what's right. Simultaneously, Will is left feeling dejected and alone in the disregard of his feelings.

I think Mike has very low self-esteem. It comes with the territory of being a nerdy queer teenager in the 80's. I also, however, believe that when he has enough faith in himself, or the stakes are high enough, he's good at taking charge of a situation. He is selfless, a kind of selfless where you can't always tell he cares for those around him, but he would sacrifice his own comfort and livelihood for the people he loves.

But if Mike is so selfless, why isn't he fixing the situation for everyone involved? Because of one simple fact: He is clueless. He has no idea what he's doing to El or Will.

He may know Will is upset about something while in the Van with him, but that boy has no idea what's going on in Wills head. He might not even realize the painting he got from Will is the one El was talking about in her letter. With everything going on, he probably still thinks will has a girl he likes back up in Cali and this is a completely different painting.

He senses El is upset and won't talk to him, but he thinks it's because she lost to Vecna. He has not even the slightest clue it's partially due to his conditional and untrue love confession. El believes that mike only said he loved her because she finally got her powers back.

Mike thinks he gave El and Will what they wanted. El wanted a love confession? check. Will wanted mike to move on and fix his relationship with El? check. done and done. At least that's what he thinks.

Now that we have motives and perspective out of the way, here's a general idea of how I think the Milkvan-Byler transition will pan out.

We have already established in the show that Will is too selfless to confess, thinking he's saving a perfectly healthy relationship that just so happens to involve the boy he loves and the girl who saved him. There is no way he would break them up on his own, or he would have done that already. The action relies on Mike and El. They both need to respectively decide a breakup is necessary for this to work.

The breakup cannot be prompted by one or the other, it must be prompted by both. Mike cannot be the only one desiring a breakup, because El needs to take her power back and make that decision by herself. At the same time though, El can't be the only one either, as mike needs to accept his feelings on his own and stop being someone he's not. Mike not initiating would also make Will seem like a second option and completely negate Wills growth of being accepted for simply being.

El will have distanced herself from mike tremendously. They may not have broken up officially, but she's realizing Mike is not what she needs right now. She will probably be spending time with Hopper and Joyce training to fight Vecna, and the reminder that that's the only thing mike seems to like about her will only push her more towards her own sense of self. Maybe she still has hope for her and mike, but that is not her focus right now.

While El is distanced, Mike and Will will fall into the same roles they did in season 2. Will will struggle with the supernatural aspects of the plot, while Mike takes care of him and keeps him safe. This will restore Mike and Wills friendship.

Mike simultaneously will realize how much happier he is away from El, because he can't help but act like someone he's not when he's around her. He will also realize the comfort he finds in being relied on by Will. This won't necessarily prompt him into the breakup, as he still believes dating El is the best way he can support her. He might want Will, but he still feels like he can't have him.

I Because of this, El will be the first to initiate, but it will be mutual. I think they will have a long discussion (maybe starting as a fight) about Mikes lies in his speech and the pressure he felt to conform to this relationship. El will share how his actions have not helped the relationship, but instead made them both feel miserable, trapped, and unappreciated. They will realize that the other is not what they need, and though they will both need platonic support through this journey, they just can't benefit each other this way.

While Mike and Will are reconnecting, El will finally notice... everything. The stares, soft voices, comforting, and everything will click. El might need some help understanding though, because even though she did not have a normal childhood, she is still subjected to heteronormativity even if she joined the game late. She will make the connection that that is how she should have been treated, and though they are both boys, I think a sit down with one of the other characters (Johnathan? Hopper? Joyce?) will help her connect the dots.

I think the painting and mikes feelings for Will may become an entirely different discussion later in the season, and this is what will push mike into feeling allowed to want him. The combined acceptance from El, and the implied reciprocation from Will could be the push mike needs for his own self-acceptance.

This will allow Byler to build up in a healthy way where all parties benefit and are able to build even stronger connections with each other. Through honesty, acceptance, and love, all of which have been lacking.

Thank you if you read all of this. Please let me know if you feel like this will go in an entirely different direction in ST5!!!

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saivii · 5 months ago

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I have some thoughts about Nam-gyu’s character (how he comes across to me) because none of the ways I’ve seen people on here characterize him 100% resonate with me. Here are my thoughts on him, and some of these are just speculation on my part:

• He doesn’t like feeling out of control or helpless in any way. I think he has a complex about seeming “weak” and gets really set off if anything seems to confirm that he might appear weak.

• Has some self-hatred but would never admit it.

• Full of resentment (again, he would never admit that)

• Two-faced, tends to act polite/suck up to people who seem stronger but bullies people who are on the same “level” as him (this probably ties into his job as a club promoter because it would involve him having to appeal to people with more power)

* I think that he doesn’t like people who seem “weak” because he worries that other people might see him that way, especially if those “weak” people get close to him.

* I also think he doesn’t like to get too close to people in general because he’s afraid they won’t stay, either because they’ll die or because they’ll stab him in the back. He’s fine acting friendly on a surface level or having fun with someone while high, but he never acts completely genuine and tries not to get attached.

• I think he seems worried that other people look down on him (e.g. when he kills se-mi he asks her if she thinks he’s a joke)

• Is clearly terrified of the games but doesn’t want anyone to know that (hence him relying on the drugs)

* The only person that he seems somewhat comfortable with knowing that he’s scared is Thanos. I think it’s because he’s at least willing to admit that Thanos is stronger than him if it means he can rely on Thanos (it gives him a sense of security). Also he knows admitting it to Thanos might help him get the drugs, which will make it easier to suppress his fear and thus survive. It also might be a bit easier for him because he knew Thanos before the games.

* His total 180 to everyone else after getting the drugs (acting all confident in front of Min-su) shows how unwilling he is to show fear in front of most people. The fact that Se-mi calls him out on it really sets him off and I think that’s what leads to him resenting her so much, because she sees through the facade he tries to put up.

• Says that he did all kinds of crazy stuff when he worked at the club, which makes me wonder a lot of things, like is that how he started using? Did he use to hide how that job made him feel? Did he use to make it easier to put up a front?

• I can’t help but wonder if a small part of him was slightly worried about Gyeong-su during Mingle. Obviously it wasn’t enough for him to really hesitate or anything but when he gets into a room safely he’s the one who looks out the window (which I don’t think he does in any other round of Mingle) and he gets snappy when Min-su asks him about Gyeong-su.

• I think he simultaneously admires and resents Thanos. I think he envies the way Thanos seems so carefree and sure of himself as well as the fame and influence that Thanos has. I also think that while he meant to just use Thanos for security, he ends up getting attached to Thanos and doesn’t really realize it until Thanos is dead. He still feels resentful toward Thanos and tries to convince himself that it’s all he feels, though.

* It’s so hard to describe how I think he felt about Thanos but none of the takes I’ve seen so far have really reflected how I think he felt. I don’t think the reason he hated Min-su and Se-mi were because of jealously stemming from an attraction to Thanos. I think he hated those two because if Thanos paid more attention to them, that would make him feel weaker or less important than them and worsen the weird inferiority complex that I think he has. So he’s jealous in the sense that he feels like he has to compete with them for second place. Side note: I also think he hated them because them voting X showed that he wasn’t skilled enough to manipulate or intimidate them into doing what he wanted them to.

* I also think at first he was desperate to stay by Thanos so he wouldn’t be alone in the games. Since he already knew Thanos from working at the club and he could bond with Thanos over their shared hatred of 333 he had his foot in the door to become Thanos’s ally, but seeing the number of players who are fans of Thanos (and later seeing Thanos gravitate toward Min-su and Se-mi) makes Nam-gyu anxious that he might get left out or forgotten. He knows that Thanos is a strong player, and if he can’t be the strongest, he at least wants to be the second strongest.

* I think he’s really shaken after Thanos’s death and doesn’t completely understand why, which only bothers him more. On the one hand, he doesn’t have to feel inferior to Thanos anymore, but now he’s alone. Min-su and Se-mi are on the X side (and he never really liked either of them much anyway) and the one person he was able to have fun with is dead. When he takes the drugs with Thanos, he tends to goof around more, but when he takes them alone after Thanos dies, he’s aggressive and unhinged, and I think that shows that losing Thanos

• I think he tends to be touchy with other people in order to get them to do what he wants them to. Nam-gyu tends to be more manipulative and roundabout compared to Thanos (of course he can also be violent and direct at times though), and being touchy is his way of feigning intimacy and trying to get the other person’s guard down.

• This is 100% a headcanon but I think he’s bisexual. I think for a long time he assumed he couldn’t be attracted to men because he was attracted to women and he thought that meant he had to be straight. Then one day he hears about bisexuality and he’s like “ohhhh.” He’s definitely closeted tho.

• Another headcanon of mine is that he’s more of an introvert than he seems. Like he tries very hard to seem energetic and outgoing but on the inside he’s tired of people.

Hopefully this made sense and wasn’t too repetitive lol! Idk I guess I just wanted to share my thoughts on him because the main takes on him that I’ve seen are either “I hate him so much he’s the worst and he didn’t care about Thanos at all” or him just being completely dependent on Thanos (and to be fair, a lot of his characterization does relate to Thanos but I feel like ppl sometimes water down his character just so they can ship him with Thanos if that makes sense. Nothing against that ship btw, I actually like them together!) Basically he’s a silly little guy but he’s also a little fucked up actually.

Here’s a couple of pictures that sum him up in a nutshell (to me):

#squid game #nam gyu #nam-gyu #namgyu #thanos (squid game)#choi su bong #choi su-bong #thagyu #thangyu #just tagging that ship bc this kinda mentions my thoughts on them #player 124 #player 230

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I've been thinking and I've come to the conclusion that it wouldn't make much sense for Bruce to neglect one of his children.

Think about it, in canon, most of the mistakes he made that ended up harming his family were either because he was completely buried in work, or because he was slightly manipulated, both by the narrative and by third parties.

In addition, he also cannot fully communicate with others, both because of his early trauma, the loss of his parents, and all the loneliness caused by the grief he went through growing up. Not to mention the years of self-discipline and training he went through to become Batman. From everything he's seen and experienced, and all the scars he has, I can't imagine how much that grief and and especially a sense of justice, survived.

so I don't think he would simply neglect one of his children

What I propose is; accidental negligence. Think about it, if he is busy all the time with both Batman and his other persona, Brucie Wayne, and then the justice league, investigations, meetings of Wayne Enterprise, galas, charities, other rich people, the usual rogues gallery of Gotham, etc, etc, I don't think he has much time to spend with anyone.

He is able to spend more time with his other children because they are all vigilantes, like him, and are usually just as busy as he is. Having a civilian child in the middle of this mess wouldn't do much good, especially if that child doesn't know what they do most of the time, like, y'know, vigilantlism.

Imagine everyone's absolute horror when they realize, after the p&f reader is unfortunately busted, that they paid so little attention to that child that she managed to do all these crazy things right under their noses for the whole summer. And who's to say she hadn't been doing this before this summer? How many things have they inevitably missed in her life?

What I mean is that to counter the p&f reader's luck, everyone in the batfam is unlucky enough not to be able to spend time with her. And they are aware of it.

Their guilt would be immense and the angst would be delicious.

(And it would explain how Damian hás time to spend with p&f reader, since he's a kid and his only obligations are school, socialization and being Robin, so he would technically have more time??? If that even makes sense???)

context &. context.

YOU!! YOU GET IT!!

i wholeheartedly agree!

not that "accidental" neglect is any better, it's neglect all the same and has negative consequences in so many levels. but when we're talking about Bruce Emotionally Constipated And Terrible At Communication and Could Sometimes Make Better Choices Regarding His Kids Wayne, it could absolutely happen.

i'm not one to make character analysis because i have very shallow knowledge of Batman lore, but...

like you said, all of Bruce's children participate in vigilantism. they're all extraordinary, most have horrible trauma, and have relied on him for guidance. they are all Robin, and more relatable to him, in a way. that means he's consequently more involved in their lives, more physically there engaging with them, forming an emotional bond, acting as a mentor and father figure. on top of that, like you said, he has a whole life as Bruce Wayne and Batman going on.

which brings us to neglected! Reader, more specifically mine: P&F! Reader and Vampire! Reader.

on a... financial, material level, I believe they wouldn't want for anything. Alfred is the one managing their bank account and making sure they're well-provided for and though it's fun for angst purposes, i don't think they would have a tiny little bedroom isolated from everyone in the manor, mostly because it's our favorite butler who would select which bedroom Bruce's child would be staying at in this gigantic mansion with plenty unocuppied rooms. Alfred would NOT put you in the broom closet. it would be a bedroom that's at least as big as Damian's in Son of Batman, for example.

(i more than understand suspension of disbelief and playing around with all sorts of interesting concepts and characters, so I'm not criticizing anyone!)

in fact, i think it's kinda worse that, say, you have a bedroom that's a wall across from Tim's and he still kinda forgets you exist.

also, i believe Bruce's kid would absolutely have access to a more than generous amount of money. not broke at all.

so the only type of neglect going on here is of the emotional kind. your father and your siblings have created tight-knit bonds amongst themselves based on their shared experiences and the proximity brought by them all working as vigilantes, and you're just not a part of the club.

timing is also relevant.

P&F! Reader arrives at the manor some time after Damian, which means that not only have all relationships been formed over the years, Bruce has also experienced having kids, as well as having a biological child suddenly enter his life. they're a fish out of the water, and their dad is kinda awkward about this (apparently) normal child that showed up at his doorstep. while Damian is still kind of adapting, running around at night trying to bypass Bruce's security system and solve dangerous cases by himself, P&F! Reader is in their bedroom having a virtual sleepover with their Metropolis friends, streaming movies and eating caramelized popcorn.

fun fact: Damian and P&F! Reader are neighbors. he was not happy about Alfred placing his half-sibling on the room right beside his for the longest time. P&F! Reader has definetly caught him sneaking out, but they're no snitch. and you're right, he does have more free time, and he's also on summer break so no school and no homework to worry about. He's got free time to be his sibling's keeper.

and as we all know, the impression that P&F! Reader is just a normal regular kid that totally doesn't build ridiculous thingamabobs in their spare time, it's kinda easy to forget they're there amidst the Wayne family mayhem(s). Bruce is also kinda doesn't really know what to do with this kid or how to connect with them, but they don't really demand immediate attention and seem to be doing fine – so he probably shouldn't worry too much, right?

you could also argue that he's kinda awkward (emotionally constipated) with this kid and is very bad at consoling and accomodating them after the trauma that made them have to move in with him. he doesn't straight up forget they exist, although he starts paying more attention to them after Damian gets more involved in ther bio sibling's antics. and when it comes to siblings, it's just easier for their relationship to never evolve past more superficial interactions (with the exception of Damian who decides to mind P&F! Reader's business earlier on, more or less). P&F! Reader doesn't know about the vigilantism for a long time, so it's natural that they're excluded from any and all matters regarding that. and because everyone else is so busy with their own lives and P&F! Reader seems to be doing fine, so easy to overlook, has plenty of friends in and out of their new school and the Batfam is already a formed unit... Well, you get the picture.

there's also the matter of Damian. he is the kid that "needs more attention" because of his background. he's been through a lot. nevermind the possibility that you might also have gone throguh your own fair share of trauma, at the end of the day you're the easier kid. the "okay" kid with regular problems. which is sad and unfair, but that's what we're here for, isn't it? and Dick is the biggest offender when it comes to that.

not that P&F! Reader is bothered by any of that! They have an amazing summer ahead of them. 😎 It's definetly Batfam being unlucky that prevents them from spending time with P&F! Reader, but that allowed them to mostly enjoy summer without being smothered by their family. the guilt would be unmatched, that is for sure.

"And who's to say she hadn't been doing this before this summer?"

hehe :)

vampire! Reader (she was not mentioned but I'm talking about her anyway, spoilers for the fic because i want to rant) is a different story. again, timing. she arrived at the manor sometime between Dick leaving for Bludhaven and Jason being brought in, so she didn't really get a chance to develop a deeper emotional connection with Dick. that also means Bruce was a lot younger when he is faced with a biological child being thrown at his door, not to mention the less-than-ideal-circumstances in which she came to be in his custody.

and after trying to make her his newest sidekick didn't work, in the coming years he would dedicate most of his time to fighting crime as Batman and taking care of/mentoring Jason who had a rough past and is now his new sidekick. connecting and relating to Jason was easier than connecting with Vampire! Reader, but he always made sure to check on her and make sure she was okay (and the answer was always yes, because of course it was).

during this time Jason and Vampire! Reader were actually pretty close, but then he, uh. kinda died horrifically. so not only was Vampire! Reader dealing with the loss of her brother, her father was now full-on neglecting her, self-absorbed in his grief, so she felt the proper thing to do would be repress her emotions to accomodate her father and try to be his emotional support. not that it worked, but she was there! so we have the emotional neglect and we have Vampire! Reader starting to take a parental role for her own father because he's not being a parent for her. she was also completely alone in that huge manor with the exception of Alfred because none of the other kids were in the picture yet, and Dick had long since moved out. as you can see, not very nice :)

from then on she just kinda blends into the background. financially she's provided for. she is her father's daughter, so communication and expressing emotion are not her forté, but she tries her best to connect with the incoming batkids. it does not work. i have said this before, but she is the mature child, the (again) normal one who puts other people's needs before her, so she doesn't complain when Bruce makes time for literally every other kid who becomes Robin except her. but don't be mistaken: Bruce is definetly more controlling and aware of Vampire! Reader in comparison to P&F! Reader due to reasons (guess you can say early yandere signs?). Jason too is... Sort of complicated. the situation here is definetly darker and resonates with tone of the story better. and when Bruce realizes how terrible he was? oh, boy.

so I guess you can play around a lot with the neglectful! Reader trope, and that's what makes it so entertaining. yeah. that's all I have to say for today, I guess??

#I LOVED WRITING THIS POST.#this took me out of suffering from the heat while working on the fics lmao #asks.#yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #p&f! batsibling.#vampire! batsis.#long post.#yandere batman #yandere batfamily x reader #yandere batfam x reader

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f4ggydog · 5 months ago

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shauna fucking jackie hard for the first time and jackie squirting

"you've really never done this before?" shauna asks, studying jackie's facial expressions. she's biting her lip with a nervous edge, but also great anticipation.

jackie admits it. she's never had any sexual experience besides sucking jeff's dick. if you can even call that sexual experience. frankly, jackie wouldn't say it's anything bragworthy. jeff was kind of easy. he'd whip out his dick to anyone that sweet talked him well enough.

"y-yeah, I'm good."

"I didn't ask if you were good, jackie. i asked if you've ever done this before. have you ever had sex before?"

"no to be honest," jackie admits. "i-i'm sorry, is that bad? i know it's embarassing to be a virgin while you're a high school senior."

"not everyone needs to have sex before going off to college. it shouldn't be a way of proving your worth. besides, you deserve better than what jeff gave you regardless."

"jeff didn't give me much of anything," jackie states solemnly. “it was always me sucking his cock. he never even ate me out.”

“what a pussy,” shauna grumbles. “it’s alright though. once I’m done with you, you’re gonna forget that man ever existed. he’s gonna become wasted space, a dream that passed.”

shauna kneels before jackie. she’s already undressed the girl, making sure she’s nice and presentable for her new master. jeff had been fired. now jackie had someone else to rely on for her pleasure. she wanted to see how much of jeff’s role shauna could fulfill, and if she could exceed jackie’s expectations.

jackie’s clit is aching, throbbing in desperation for shauna’s hand or tongue. jackie’s so aroused that it fucking hurts and shauna has barely started.

shauna begins with some kisses down jackie’s thighs. she admits she’s never had intercourse either, but she at least attempted to prepare jackie before diving straight in. that’s something jeff never accomplished.

jackie whines as shauna’s lips inch dangerously close to her nub. shauna laughs and blows some hot air over it, but doesn’t suck yet.

“don’t you want me to keep you waiting in anticipation, sweetheart?” shauna blushes, her kisses now crawling up jackie’s tummy and sliding in between her breasts. shauna smothers jackie with smooches, making sure not one part of her body is untouched by her lips.

“now you’re just teasing.” jackie shakes her head. “c’mon shauna. p-please.”

“i know what you need. you don’t gotta beg.” shauna pats jackie’s waist reassuringly.

if jackie was a dog, she’d be wagging her tail right about now. she nudges shauna closer to her needy core, but shauna rejects the offer. she’s nowhere near done yet. if jackie wants pleasure, she needs to learn to earn it. or at least learn to grow some patience. either would suffice.

“you taste so good,” shauna moans, admiring how soft and smooth jackie’s light skin is.

she wishes she was wearing lipstick so she could leave more marks. but she solves her problem by leaving love bites on jackie’s flesh, little indentations here and there to symbolize what she now possesses. jeff wouldn’t be around anymore. shauna didn’t have to worry about him taking her place. jackie was fucking hers, as the way things always should’ve been.

shauna licks a stripe up jackie’s pussy, her tongue coming in brief contact with the pink folds. she traces her tongue along jackie’s outer lips, keeping jackie mewling for more. jackie wants quick satisfaction because she’s used to no satisfaction from her former boyfriend. but shauna’s gonna treat her like a lady.

finally, shauna slurps at jackie’s pussy. she focuses all of her effort on jackie’s clit, sucking and occasionally nibbling on it. the nibbles make jackie’s stomach jump and she grinds her hips deep into shauna’s mouth. she’s embarrassed by her hunger at first. but shauna’s anything but discouraging.

“it’s okay if you feel good,” shauna chuckles, continuing her actions. “don’t fight it. your pussy tastes incredible.”

“you think so?” jackie’s ears perk up, hopeful.

“it’s a shame jeff’s never appreciated you like this. but i do, right princess?”

“mhm!” jackie bites her lip, raking her nails through shauna’s hair. moan after moan erupts from her mouth, her heartbeat speeding up.

jackie repeats shauna’s name like a mantra. her head falls back and sweat builds up heavily on her body. her legs shake and she already feels herself getting close to an orgasm. there was no way. it couldn’t have felt that good, right?

jackie felt impossibly wrapped up in pleasure. she wasn’t used to the ecstasy, so she couldn’t process or react properly. all she could do is loudly moan or shiver.

“getting close, jax?” shauna coos. “getting close for me, baby? about to do something jeff couldn’t make you do?”

“p-please shauna,” jackie pleads. “n-need it so bad. need it, please. I-I’ll do anything, i swear.”

“you’ll do anything?” shauna arches an eyebrow. “anything for an orgasm like a fucking whore?”

“yes, I’m your whore shauna! please, I’m your whore. I swear, only yours. please, please.”

before shauna can even request an orgasm, she’s taken back by jackie’s next reaction. a stream of liquid shoots onto her face. she can’t even open her mouth in time to swallow jackie’s juices before jackie makes a huge mess on her face. she completely spills her pleasure onto shauna and shauna wishes she could lap up every drop.

jackie’s noises of ecstasy are silent. her mouth is stuck in a permanent o shape and won’t close. her eyes shut so tightly it feels like she’s gone blind, like she won’t see colors or people when she opens them back up.

by the time jackie’s ridden out her orgasm, she’s still panting like a dog after fetch. she locks eye contact with shauna, caressing her nipples while her legs still shudder.

“shauna,” she babbles. “s-shauna, holy fuck. holy fuck. i-i-i…”

“i know baby,” shauna comforts, pulling jackie onto her lap and cuddling her close. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. fuck, i know that was a lot. shit, you made such a mess.”

“good mess?” jackie raises her eyebrow.

“amazing mess,” shauna congratulates. “am i better than jeff?”

“oh, fucking totally.”

#jackie taylor #shauna shipman #shauna sadecki #shauna yellowjackets #jackie yellowjackets #jackieshauna #jackie x shauna #jackie taylor smut #shauna shipman smut #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fandom #yellowjackets smut #asks #blurb

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amourtoken · 5 months ago

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Some thots: Luke would love to treat camgirl!reader with makeup, maybe lingerie or even a toy if he felt bold (luke is such a cutie patootie he’d be all flustered when he’d texted her asking if she wanted something like that)

I’m in the whoreland again

UGHHHHH fuck i love this duo lol

Luke would spoil the fuck out of you really, he feels like it's the least he could do cause he gets off to your content so often. He owes you for making him feel so good right?

He's constantly tipping you and it's never a small amount, it's always in the hundreds and followed up by a sweet little thank you note which you always think is a little funny. You could post the filthiest video imaginable and of course Luke's thanking you for it.

If you have a gift list of any kind he randomly scrolls it pretty frequently, especially when he's coming down from an orgasm so good he almost cried. He can't help but picture you in all the outfits or makeup on your list and sure enough whenever he gets them for you, you wear them. He doesn't have to rely on his imagination for long.

He's thankful it's all anonymous pretty much, but he'd give just about anything to hear you say his name. He doesn't wanna give himself away but when you finally offer up the option for people to get custom content from you he jumps on it immediately. The way he texts you is so different compared to pretty much everyone else, he's actually really polite and although he's asking you for literal porn he sounds sweet about it. He gives you creative freedom to do whatever you want, just damn near begs you to say his name in it. Even if it's just once, please he has to hear it.

When you finally send it to him he swears he's never cum so hard in his life. It doesn't matter if he's seen the video hundreds of times now he can't get enough, it feels personal. All he can picture when he's stroking his cock to you is how bad he wishes you were here in front of him and not behind a screen. He'd treat you so good, you wouldn't even need to make vids anymore, he'd give you everything you'd need. Maybe he'll mention that the next time he requests something.

#Ask #Luke #Luke hughes smut #luke hughes x reader #Luke hughes

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megalony · 7 months ago

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Watch Your Back

This is a new Dark! Evan Buckley imagine, requested by anon. I hope you will all like this one, please let me know what you think.

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Dark! Evan Buckley Masterlist

Part 2

Part 3

Summary: Being type one diabetic, (Y/n) relies on Evan for a lot of things, and it makes him very protective over her. Especially when they visit her family, and her sister tries to cause chaos and friction.

Enjoy.

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A sigh tumbled past Evan's lips when they exited the building. He was pretty sure that Bobby and Eddie had the fire under control by now, the building was almost completely put-out and everyone had been evacuated.

It hadn't been a huge fire, the first two floors, to be exact, but they had to evacuate everyone and keep them out until the building was declared safe again.

At least they didn't have many injured to take care of, they only needed a small medical area set up to the left of the building. There were less than ten people that needed medical assistance.

Tilting his head back, Evan pushed his helmet further back on his head and did a quick sweep of his surroundings. He wasn't too sure what Bobby wanted him to do now. He had evacuated the building, everyone was safe. Did he go and help at the medical tent? Did he do a second check of the building? Did he start packing the equipment up?

He took the time to remove his gloves and stuff them into his jacket pocket. Now the fire was out, Evan wasn't in danger of getting burns and the gloves were restrictive, he hated wearing them.

When he glanced around, his head tilted at an angle and he couldn't prevent his eyes from locking onto a certain figure.

She was stood on the pavement, as close to the building as she could get without risking her safety.

There was a certain look in those deep pooling eyes that made Evan shake to his core. There was something about her that was drawing him in. Maybe she had an aura that was reaching out to him. Maybe it was just her presence and the tender expression on her face that made her look sweet compared to this dull, dark situation.

Evan wasn't sure what it was, but something was edging him towards her. He found himself removing the oxygen tank from his back and setting it on the floor by the truck so he wasn't being weighed down anymore and he was free to move.

His boots clunked against the pavement, harsh enough that it should have left indents in the concrete as he trudged towards her.

She looked like she needed something.

The girl was watching the scene with interest, her eyes were constantly flitting from the truck to the building and back around to everyone coming in and out of the building. But it didn't look like she was searching or waiting for someone in particular. Evan had seen plenty of people desperate to find friends and loved ones and make sure they were safe, and this girl didn't have that desperation about her.

But she was dithering from foot to foot with both arms deadlocked around her chest and a nervousness about her that was endearing. There was something about that nervousness that drew Evan closer. Something about her panic that he thought he could possibly help with. He could reassure her. He could calm her down and find out what was wrong. Evan was a fixer; he longed to help people. It was one of the many things that made him good at his job.

"Are you okay? Can I help you?" Evan found himself rubbing his hands together in front of him and he tried to smile and dip his head down to catch her attention.

But the longer he looked at her, the more he realised she didn't look too well. When he got closer, he noticed she was trembling and her breathing was rather shallow, but she didn't look injured. He couldn't see any injury or blood on her and she wasn't cradling any part of her body or crying out in pain.

"Is- is the office clear now?" Her head ticked in the direction of the building and Evan took a moment to glance over his shoulder before he stepped closer to her.

"The fire's out, but the buildings not been cleared to re-enter yet."

(Y/n) unravelled one arm from her waist so she could tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and she tensed her arm to try and stop the shaking from becoming visible. Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and she closed her eyes for a moment to try and gather her senses.

It was past dinner time. No one in the office had managed to get anything to eat before the fire alarm went off and they were suddenly being evacuated. (Y/n) had missed lunch, and her meds were up in her office. This didn't bode well.

She didn't realise she was swaying on her feet until she felt the fireman's hands suddenly clamping down on her upper arms. His grip was strong and his body was firm when he stood so close in front of her that she could smell the burnt wood smell that clung to his uniform and the smoke that made it seem like he had been grilled on a barbeque.

"C- can you help me?" Her voice sounded so quiet, so feeble and delicate and (Y/n) hated it.

But her voice was like music to Evan's ears. Something about her was drawing him in. He would help her. He would do whatever she asked him to try and help her. She looked like she needed protecting, like she needed looking after, and that was Evan's speciality.

He grinned down at her with a soft look in his eyes and murmured a quiet "Of course," while he squeezed her arm reassuringly.

She unhooked her arms from her waist and reached out for his arms and it felt strange to grab a fistful of his overall jacket rather than his actual arms.

(Y/n) couldn't help the way she winced when she wobbled and set off balance which caused the man in front of her to reel her into his chest. Her head flopped forward and back like she couldn't hold her neck straight and when she dared to try and open her blurring eyes, she was consumed when she stared up into those dark blue eyes.

"I think we should sit you down."

Evan let go of one of her arms so he could hold onto her waist to prevent her from falling to the floor. But when his hand brushed against something on her waist, his brows furrowed and he tilted his head down. He carefully flicked the hem of her shirt up just enough to see what was stuck to her waist.

Oh. She was a diabetic.

"Okay, miss, I need to check your sugar levels. Can I check your phone please?" The device attached to the right side of her waist was a Dexcom, Evan had seen a few of these before.

It monitored her blood sugar levels and he guessed that right now, she was starting to get low on sugar. That might be why she wanted to get back into the office building.

"I-it's inside," (Y/n) chuckled quietly but the motion set her off balance and she wobbled into the fireman's chest, not that he seemed to mind at all.

He tightened his arms around her and slowly eased her down with him until she was sat on the edge of the pavement and he was knelt behind her like a leaning post, preventing her from lying out on the ground. His hand began to run up and down her arm while he waved over towards Hen.

"Then we'll do this the old fashioned way with a needle, hm?" They carried a range of medical equipment in the ambulance and Evan knew they had the monitoring kit with them to check blood sugar levels. He could get Hen to check her levels and give her some glucose to boost her system.

Shivers coursed up and down Evan's spine when he felt the girl lean her head on his shoulder and when she smiled up at him, it was as if his heart was a firework that exploded in his chest.

"I got you, you're alright."

"Evan?"

(Y/n) managed a smile when she watched him head out the bathroom, about to turn and aim for the living room until her voice caught his ears. The smile on Evan's face made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat and she almost felt bad for what she was about to ask. He probably knew what she was asking because she saw his eyes flit down to his watch.

Her gaze stayed on him as he sauntered into the kitchen and scanned his eyes around the counter. She had her insulin prepped and ready on the counter.

"Need a little help?"

(Y/n) wordlessly nodded and turned to lean her hips back against the counter when Evan headed over to her. She reached behind her to hold onto the counter, steadying herself while Evan washed his hands before he faced her.

The way he smiled down at her had her heart doing summersaults and her head tilted back to keep his gaze when he towered over her. The end of his nose nudged hers, silently tipping her head back a little more so he could capture her mouth in a kiss.

He knew what she was asking. (Y/n) didn't like injecting herself. She could do it, she had to learn since she had been having insulin all her life and she couldn't of lived alone if she couldn't administer her own meds. But it still didn't help that she hated having to do it. Whereas Evan didn't mind.

He seemed to love giving her the daily injections she needed. He had her Dexcom app on his phone so he could help monitor her levels, he was a great cook and could automatically calculate the carbohydrates in the food so (Y/n) didn't get too much or have an inbalance in sugar intake.

When Evan was around, (Y/n) barely had to worry at all.

She inclined her head to the left, allowing Evan access to trail his kisses down the side of her neck and she shivered when she felt his hand slipping beneath her shirt and tickling across her stomach. He smirked into her skin when she squirmed against his touch and she tilted her head down to watch as Evan rolled up her shirt and reached out for the needle.

He didn't seem to bat an eyelid as he bent at the knees to be level with her waist. (Y/n) did her best not to flinch or make a move when the needle pierced into her abdomen, but she knew Evan was being as gentle as possible. He kissed the tiny mark on her skin once he'd finished and set the needle down behind her so his hands could hold her hips and pull her close.

"All done." Evan stole another kiss while his fingers slid beneath the waistband of her jeans and he squeezed her sides and pulled her off the counter so she was pressed up against him.

He felt her murmur 'thank you' against his lips and he inhaled her words like they were the air he needed to breathe.

Evan liked that she relied on him- no, he loved it. Being useful was something he prided himself in and he wanted to look after (Y/n). Evan wanted to be the only one to look after (Y/n). He loved how she trusted him to do things for her.

She trusted him to give her the insulin injections she needed. She trusted him when he said her levels were low and they needed boosting or she should stay home if she was liable to have a hypo. Evan loved that (Y/n) didn't like going out without him. Her anxiety meant she didn't feel comfortable or safe going out alone, and with how heavily she relied on Evan, she didn't feel safe going out with anyone but him.

He accompanied her everywhere, and it let Evan have the control he needed to look after her. He knew where she was each day and what she was up to because she ran her schedules past him. She planned going out with friends around Evan's days off, he took her to appointments. If she went out alone she checked in with Evan and told him before she did it, she didn't make plans on a whim.

He always knew where she would be and what she would be doing and that meant if she wasn't well or something happened, Evan would know about it and know where she was.

Her depending on Evan made him feel useful, it made him feel loved and like her protector, and that was what he craved.

He smiled against her lips when he felt her hands slide up to cup either side of his neck and he loved the way she brushed her thumbs across his jaw and seemed to pull him closer as if they weren't already close enough.

With a growl, Evan leaned down and pulled his hands from within her jeans so he could scratch his nails down the back of her legs until he was cupping her thighs. He lifted her up with little effort and hoisted her up until her legs hooked around his waist and he could sit her down on the kitchen counter.

(Y/n) could barely breathe when Evan's hungry lips stole each ounce of air she tried to gasp for when their lips parted just enough to scrape a breath before Evan consumed her mouth again.

She felt the way his hands left her thighs once he had her sitting on the counter and he slid them right back into the hem of her jeans. He worked his fingers past her waistband until he was cupping her bum and he pulled her closer so she was sat on the edge of the counter.

Her arms rested on his shoulders and her hands continued to graze along his neck but they broke apart when (Y/n)'s phone buzzed on the counter.

She leaned her temple against Evan's and turned her head to the left, trying to locate her phone while she gasped to regain her breath.

Evan's hands stayed firmly tucked into her jeans and he ducked his head down to attach his lips to the side of her neck while she leaned across to grab her one, keeping one arm hooked around his neck. (Y/n) squirmed against him and smiled when she felt Evan's lips part enough so he could graze his teeth down her neck.

"Don't mark me up." She murmured quietly while she unlocked her phone, but she was met with a chuckle vibrating through her neck. She gasped, squeezing her thighs into his hips tightly when he bit down on her neck harsh enough that (Y/n) knew there would be a mark there later. She might even have a blood wheel, it felt like he had sank fangs down into her skin to prove a point.

"Why? Who's gonna notice but me?"

(Y/n) rolled her eyes but a smile flickered on her lips when Evan swatted his hand down on her hip in retaliation.

It wasn't as if (Y/n) would be going into an office to work tomorrow and people were going to see.

She worked from home.

(Y/n) had moved in with Evan a few months ago, despite them only just reaching their one year anniversary last month. When she moved in, he suggested it would be easier if she worked from home. After all, she was always crippled with anxiety and Evan couldn't go with her to work, whereas if she worked from home, on his days off, he would be here with her.

Added with the fact that she was diabetic and prone to feeling ill and having bad days, it was safer for her to be at home where Evan could keep an eye on her.

"Who's gonna be able to look after you better than me?"

Evan was the only one who looked after (Y/n); at least, that was the way he saw it and that was how he convinced (Y/n). He was the only one who looked after her properly, who loved her and cared for her and always had her best interests at heart.

If Evan was going to look after her, she needed to be around him. She worked from home so she didn't have to deal with people at the office like she used to. It stopped her getting anxious. Evan went out with her whenever she had to go to the shops or an appointment or just to see people because he calmed her down with her social anxiety, and he looked after her with her diabetes.

With his face still tucked into the crook of her neck, Evan continued his administrations, peppering kisses up and down her neck like he was adding paint to a canvas. He scraped his teeth along her neck, biting down and sucking bruises every now and then while he waited for her to check her phone.

He absentmindedly leaned into her, pressing his chest up against hers until he was almost laying (Y/n) down on her back on the counter with his efforts.

"Who is it?" His nose nudged against the underside of (Y/n)'s chin and he pressed an open-mouthed kiss against the centre of her neck, feeling the exact way (Y/n) took in a sharp breath against him.

The way he travelled his lips down the expanse of her throat, leaving wet, breathless kisses in his wake made (Y/n)'s mind cloud over. She had to blink three times just to get her vision back in focus.

Her right arm tightened around the back of his neck and she leaned her cheek on top of his head while she tried to read the text she'd been sent.

"Mum," The way she sighed made Evan stop and finally unlatch from her throat so he could pull back.

He looked down at her with furrowed brows and wide, blown pupils bubbling over with lust. His cheeks were flushed red and his lips were plump and a very dark shade of rouge.

"Yeah, what's she say?"

Evan was quite pleased that (Y/n)'s parents were somewhat distant. They were loving, sure, and they were a lot more involved and kinder than his own parents. But they didn't crowd (Y/n). If his daughter was as anxious as (Y/n) and had a condition like diabetes, Evan would be checking in with her every day to make sure she was alright. He would always want to be around her and look after her.

Her parents weren't like that. They checked in every now and then, they took an interest in (Y/n)'s life. But they weren't as involved as Evan thought a parent should be. It allowed Evan to be the main, prominent person in (Y/n)'s life, the person she went to first and who she relied on. It allowed him to look after her in his own way without someone commenting or trying hustle in.

Plus, it meant that they didn't make a fuss when (Y/n) moved in with Evan only a few months after they started dating. And when he proposed last month, her parents were happy. They didn't complain or worry that it was too soon because they weren't that involved in (Y/n)'s life.

With a groan, (Y/n) dropped her phone beside her on the counter and slumped her head forward onto Evan's shoulder. She laid her cheek on his shoulder and draped both arms back around his neck, pulling him closer so their chests were merged together again.

"What'd she say?" He asked again while he pecked the top of her head and started to glide his thumbs up and down her lower back while his fingers squeezed into her skin.

"Cathy's got a promotion at work, mum's throwing a celebration dinner next week." (Y/n) couldn't help the way she grumbled as she spoke.

Cathy was her older sister. The one her parents paid the most attention to. It was another reason why she and Evan bonded so well; where Evan got along amazing with Maddie, (Y/n) was distant from her big sister. But both she and Evan were the younger siblings, they were the ones who were often left out and forgotten and not as involved with their parents.

When (Y/n) told her parents she and Evan got engaged they were happy, they congratulated them, but they didn't throw a celebration dinner. All Cathy had done was gained a promotion at a job that she only got because her boyfriend was one of the executives.

"You wanna go?"

"I don't know… will you come?"

Evan rolled his lips together to supress a smile and he wriggled one hand out of her jeans so he could reach across for her phone. He looked over the message and checked the date. It was his day off.

"Sure, I'll go with you, baby." Evan could tell by her expression that she wouldn't last long at that dinner if he didn't go with her.

She barely walked out the house unless Evan went with her. She wouldn't go to her parent's house and watch them celebrate her sister if Evan wasn't there to calm her down and look out for her. He would keep her calm, he would be there if she didn't feel well or if she felt too uncomfortable to stay or if she ended up arguing with Cathy.

(Y/n) barely managed to mumble a quiet 'thank you' before Evan's lips were bruisingly attached to hers and he shuffled her off the counter so she was sat on his hips instead.

He was more than happy to take her to a family meal; after all, Evan was only one who looked out for her properly.

He had to keep an eye on her.

***

A look of annoyance plastered across Evan's face for what felt like the fifth time since they arrived. His lips pursed, his chin tilted up almost in a look of defiance and his lips rolled together until they were barely visible.

In the year that Evan and (Y/n) had been together, he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting Cathy before.

From what he had seen tonight, he didn't like her.

He tried to hide the displeasure from his face when he felt Cathy's hand on his arm as she walked past him. The way she squeezed his bicep and looked up at him with that sickly sweet smile made Evan's stomach churn.

She was trying her best, he would admit that. She was trying her luck with getting as close to Evan as possible without making it seem too obvious. She had grabbed his arm enough times in the last hour as she passed him or weaved around him. She was grinning at him, tilting her head at that angle and leaned closer whenever he talked.

He had seen it all before, and none of it impressed him. The only girl who captured Evan's attention was the younger sister on his left who had been burrowing into his side since they got here like she wanted to disappear.

(Y/n) was the only girl on his mind and Evan would make that crystal clear, as many times as he had to until Cathy got the message. He wasn't interested. She wasn't his type. (Y/n) was his girl; she was the one he was engaged to and nothing was going to change that or change Evan's mind.

He was glad (Y/n) hadn't noticed. If she knew what her sister was up to then she would become insecure and want to leave. Evan didn't want her getting upset, although he wasn't opposed to spending the rest of the night showing her every way in which he loved her.

When Cathy leaned into him, Evan leaned to the side and took a step back, acting as if he were moving out of the doorway when really, he was moving from her touch.

(Y/n) moved to sit down on the sofa next to her mum and when she kept her hands wrapped around Evan's arm, he took the hint. He followed with her and perched down on the arm rest so (Y/n) could lean into his side and curve herself around his thigh like she was trying to mould them both together.

He carefully slid his arm from her grasp so he could loop his arm around her shoulders. His fingers began to feather up and down her arm as Cathy came back into the room with a tray of drinks.

She dished out the drinks, handing Evan and her dad a bottle of beer each before she held out glasses to (Y/n) and their mum and took one for herself.

"Oh, I haven't eaten yet, I-"

"Relax, it's non-alcoholic." The grin on Cathy's face made (Y/n) swallow down any protest she was going to try and give.

She knew Cathy had been making a few cocktails in the kitchen when they arrived and (Y/n) had asked earlier for a non-alcoholic one. But she wasn't sure if Cathy would of remembered or bothered to make one without the vodka and the peach schnapps.

It didn't seem to matter that they had both lived under the same roof for the first fifteen years of (Y/n)'s life, her big sister never seemed to pay much attention when it came to (Y/n)'s diabetes. She was forever reminding Cathy whenever they went out to eat with their parents that (Y/n) wasn't on a diet, she just had to watch what carbohydrates and saturates she ate because of how they would boost or lower her sugar levels.

It was the same with drinking. (Y/n) wasn't much of a drinker, it was an acquired taste she didn't have, but she liked a drink on the odd occasion. Whenever she had alcohol, (Y/n) had to measure what she drank and make sure she ate too and adjusted her insulin levels. Alcohol messed with her sugar levels very badly. It seemed easier not to bother drinking than to take all the precautions.

Cathy grinned when (Y/n) accepted the glass and they both watched their mum grin and gasp a little when she realised how much vodka Cathy had added to her drink.

(Y/n) took a few sips and scrunched her nose up. Cathy had added a lot of cranberry juice which made it rather bitter, but it was okay. (Y/n) liked the fruity mixture.

She leaned into Evan's thigh and after finishing another glass when Cathy held out another round, their mum headed to the kitchen saying dinner would just about be ready.

"You good?" Evan murmured into the top of her hair while (Y/n) set her empty glass down on the coffee table.

She nodded and leaned over to look at his watch. This was around the usual time they would have something to eat, (Y/n) tried to keep to regular eating patterns to stop her levels from becoming unbalanced. She wouldn't be much good in Evan's line of work since he told her they were often skipping meals or delaying meals for call outs.

They weren't exactly late for eating dinner today, but (Y/n) felt oddly hungry and when she started to flex her fingers on her lap, she noticed she was subtly shaking. She clenched both hands together and pressed them down into her thighs so Evan wouldn't notice. She didn't want him to worry. She was probably just extra hungry due to her nerves about coming here tonight.

"Food's ready."

(Y/n) felt herself go lightheaded for a moment when she got to her feet, but it was comforting to feel Evan's arm swoop in and deadlock around her waist. She let her head fall into the centre of his chest and she bound both her arms around her chest as they walked through into the dining room.

Her mum's cooking was no match for what Evan would cook, but it was still enticing. (Y/n) had gotten Evan quite a few cook books recently because on his days off he was starting to do lots of cooking and testing out the recipes Bobby showed him at work.

Evan tried not to sigh when they sat around the table; of course Cathy would sit close to him.

He had (Y/n) on his left, both her parents sat opposite them and then Cathy had taken the seat at the right end of the table. Close enough that she could lean over and be in Evan's personal space. If she moved her elbow an inch too far she would knock into his arm. And she was near enough that simply crossing her leg over the other would jolt her foot into Evan's thigh.

He looked to his left when (Y/n) reached out for the glass in front of her; Cathy had taken the liberty of bringing all their drinks through to the dining room and refilled them.

(Y/n) was thirsty tonight; drinking too much fruit juice would give her too much sugar, but being thirsty was also a sign that her levels might not be right. Maybe they were starting to drop and she needed to eat to level out again.

He felt the way (Y/n) leaned into him as they began to eat. He loved how she nuzzled her cheek into his arm and pressed up into his side like she was trying to tuck herself under his arm.

Like she was seeking his protection.

Evan loved it; it drove him mad. He slid his left hand beneath the table and started to trace his fingers across (Y/n)'s inner thigh and he felt the way it made her take a sharp breath. When he trailed his hand up higher and pinched the top of her thigh, he felt the way she straightened in her chair and tried her best not to react.

He kept his hand there for a while and tilted his head to the right when Cathy began to speak.

"So Buck, tell us, how does it feel to be the hero?"

Cathy perched her chin on the back of her left hand and leaned closer in Evan's direction while she prodded her fork at her food. The way she grinned at him didn't impress him and he kept his hand on (Y/n)'s thigh while he tried to muster a passive smile.

"I'm not a hero, I just do my job." He didn't see himself as a hero, he hadn't done anything special on the job to warrant that name.

"Oh please, I've read the news. A tsunami and helping that biker trapped in the car windshield at Halloween, both when you were off shift. Either you're always on duty or you are a hero." Cathy waved her fork in his direction before she continued to eat.

He felt the way (Y/n) twisted her head to perch her chin on his shoulder and the feeling of her breath tickling his neck made him shiver.

"You can take a little credit, you know." (Y/n) murmured softly before she tried to keep eating, even though she felt Evan's hand retract from her thigh so he could pick up his knife again.

She knew Evan didn't value himself highly on the job when he should, and she knew he didn't always see the things he did as something special. But he was great at what he did and to the people he helped, Evan was visioned as a hero. He could take credit for that, it wouldn't make him big-headed or give him an ego.

He nodded and made a show of leaning over to peck (Y/n)'s temple before he finished eating.

He knew what Cathy was doing, and he wouldn't let her get a rise out of him or think that he was even the tiniest bit interested.

He wasn't.

The girl he loved was sat to his left. (Y/n) was the one who had his heart. She was the one Evan looked after, the one who needed him and relied on him and who Evan was fiercely protective over. Evan loved how much (Y/n) needed him and how she relied on him; he loved that she didn't go out unless he went with her, how she only felt safe when Evan went somewhere with her. He loved how she ran everything past him before she went somewhere or even thought about doing something.

He loved that she seemed to revolve herself around him because it meant Evan could make her the centre of his world. He didn't have to worry about not knowing where she was or who she was with or if she was okay because she told him these things. Almost as if it was conditioned into her to tell Evan all of these things.

Evan had the control he needed and he didn't have to ask for it.

The conversation shift again and Evan was a little annoyed that whatever they talked about seemed to constantly revolve back around to Cathy. It was like she was the sun and things were orbiting around her, their conversations, their attention, the mood in general, everything was guided from and back to her.

When the attention shifted to (Y/n), Evan could feel himself riling up when the spotlight once again shone on Cathy. She couldn't let (Y/n) have one moment in the light.

(Y/n) closed her eyes for a moment and moved her hand to cradle her temple. Eating hadn't made her feel much better. She knew she had to give it time for her body to straighten itself out and get her levels back to normal, but it usually happened faster than this. She didn't like feeling like this, especially not when she was with her family or in public.

"So, have you set a date yet?"

(Y/n) managed to open her eyes and she leaned to the right to lay her head on Evan's arm when she felt his hand move back down beneath the table to cup her thigh.

"We were thinking, p-probably April." She smiled and kept her head on Evan's arm, but it was hard to concentrate on her parents sitting opposite when her head felt like it was going to explode. Although she did see her mum nod approvingly and her dad grinned.

"That soon? Is there something you need to tell us?" The way Cathy rose a brow and inclined her head made (Y/n) shudder and shake her head.

It wasn't as if they were planning the wedding next month. It was next year, granted it would only be roughly five or six months away, but even that felt like too long to be waiting. They wanted to get married; (Y/n) had a hard enough time as it was stopping Evan from wanting to elope and get married tomorrow. He was always giving her good reasons. The only reason she kept saying no was because she wanted their friends to be there with them.

They weren't planning an elaborate wedding, it would be a small ceremony with the team, their parents and one or two other close family members. That would be it. (Y/n) knew as long as Maddie and Jee were there, Evan didn't care about anyone else in his family. He wanted them and the team, that was it and (Y/n) felt the same. She wanted her parents there, but she would be just as happy if for some reason they couldn't make it. Evan's family was her family now.

"No, nothing like that." (Y/n) tried to grin and make light of her sister's joke, she knew it was only meant in jest. And if (Y/n) were pregnant like Cathy implied, their wedding would be much sooner than six months away.

She nuzzled her cheek into Evan's arm when she heard him mutter "Not yet, anyway," around the rim of his glass.

Evan felt her smiling against his arm as she pushed into him a little more, but when he tilted his head to look down at her, he couldn't help but frown. His lips attached to the top of her head and his hand tightened around her thigh.

"Are you okay?"

"Headache."

Somehow, Evan wasn't so sure a headache was the only problem. He could feel (Y/n) trembling against him like she was sat out in the freezing cold rather than in a warm, heated dining room.

With pursed lips, Evan moved his free hand and pressed the back of his hand against her temple. She was flushed and he could feel a layer of sweat coating her skin. None of these were good implicators. Especially not when (Y/n) looped both her hands around his bicep and leaned into him as she trembled and juttered back and forth on her seat.

Evan didn't care what topic of conversation Cathy tried to steer the atmosphere towards. He leaned his cheek on top of (Y/n)'s head and fished his phone out of his pocket so he could scroll onto her Dexcom app. He had the app on his phone too, for safety reasons. It meant if Evan was at work, he could keep an eye on (Y/n) and make sure she was okay and her levels weren't drastically rising or falling while he was out and she was home alone.

"Baby you're having a hypo." Evan rolled his lips together as he looked down at (Y/n).

He hated the way her eyes blew wide but the way she stared up at him like a lost puppy needing guidance made his stomach tighten.

Her hands tightened around his arm and she tilted her head back so she could look up at him, but it seemed to set her off balance and her head lolled back a little too far. Evan reached his right hand around and cupped the back of her neck to stop her head from tilting too far back and hurting her neck.

" But I hav- I've had my insulin." The way she stared up at him and the panic in her voice made Evan go soft and turned his insides to mush.

They both knew she'd had her insulin. Evan had done the injection himself, as he always did, and he gave her the right amount. Usually having too much insulin would cause (Y/n) to have a hypo and Evan was always careful, he knew what he was doing.

It wouldn't play to his advantage now for (Y/n) to go into a hypo, it would only serve to panic her in front of her family and make her feel worse. It wasn't like a few months ago when (Y/n) had suffered with hypos during the night. That stopped her from leaving the house without Evan and made her even more anxious than before and therefore, she clung to Evan. That had played to his advantage.

Evan glanced over at (Y/n)'s plate, as if somehow the contents would change and show that she'd had too much carbohydrates. But the food was the same as he'd eaten. Her mum always knew how to portion food correctly to go with (Y/n)'s diet.

"I know, but you need some sugar now." Evan stroked his thumb up and down the back of her neck while he looked down at his phone to see how badly this hypo was becoming. As long as he got some sugar into (Y/n)'s system quick, her levels should start to creep back up and they could avoid a hospital visit.

"Oh, why don't you sit in the kitchen, the sweets and stuff are in there." The way Cathy waved her hand was rather dismissive, as if this was nothing at all.

She motioned her hand towards the kitchen behind her and reached out for her drink like this wasn't a big deal. Sure, Cathy had seen (Y/n) have hypos and hyperglacemia before, she had seen (Y/n) collapse and need an ambulance one or two times when she used to live at home. But that didn't mean that this situation was okay and it rubbed Evan up the wrong way how dismissive she was being.

"Evan," Panic lit up (Y/n)'s voice as she held her breath and looked up at him with worry in her eyes.

She didn't want to be alone. Evan always looked after her, especially when she was going through a hypo like this. Being on her own in this situation always made her nervous, she had been through these situations enough to know how bad they made her feel. She felt sick, she shook, her limbs felt heavy and her head ached. Sometimes she fainted.

(Y/n) wanted Evan to stay with her, she didn't want to go and sit in the kitchen on her own and suffer through this.

"It's okay sweetheart, I'm coming with you."

Evan pushed up from his seat and held his hands out towards her to help her up. But once she was on her feet, he watched how (Y/n) coiled in on herself and how her whole body was reduced to shaking. Her breaths started to run away without her and the way she nibbled on her lower lip showed she was really starting to feel unwell.

He grabbed his phone and hooked both their drinks in his right hand while his left arm secured around (Y/n)'s waist and pulled her into his side. His lips merged with the top of her head when she burrowed under his arm like she was taking refuge under his wing.

When they got to the kitchen, (Y/n) flopped down into one of the chairs very ungracefully and she flopped both her arms forward onto the kitchen table so her temple could press down into her arms and her eyes fell closed.

Evan set the drinks down on the table and turned to look in the cupboard above the kettle. He knew (Y/n)'s parents had a treats cupboard with biscuits and snacks and sweets. He looked through the basket and found a pack of fizzy, sour sweets before he moved to the fridge and found a can of pop.

He wasn't sure why the fruit juice (Y/n) had been drinking hadn't managed to keep her levels up though. It was supposed to be good for hypos. What kind of fruit juice did Cathy buy?

"No, no baby, sit up for me." Evan laid everything on the table and sat down in the chair beside her.

He was gentle when he twisted her chair so she was facing him and their knees were brushing together. His hands carefully reached out for her and he slowly reeled her up so she was no longer laid across the table. She was rather floppy and unbalanced and it made Evan's lips curl in panic.

"Come on, drink some of this for me."

(Y/n) tried to smother her groan when Evan held out a can of Fanta for her and she tried to drink a few sips but she was starting to feel sick.

Her nerves tingled and her blood fizzled and crackled in her veins when Evan peppered a few kisses against her temple. And when his thumb pushed between her lips and pulled down her lower lip, (Y/n) felt like her brain was short-circuiting.

Each breath she took fanned against Evan's fingers as he gently pulled on her lip and opened her mouth so he could push a sweet past her lips.

The sugar tingled the inside of (Y/n)'s lips and it made her mouth feel dry and thirsty, but she figured that had something to do with the hypo. They usually made her feel thirsty and dehydrated as well as groggy and shaky.

She leaned her cheek against Evan's palm and closed her eyes for a few moments while he pecked her temple and fed her another sweet.

After a few more sips of Fanta and another two sweets, (Y/n) felt like she wasn't being shaken back and forth anymore. She could feel her limbs coming back under her control and her head was calming down rather than feeling like someone was bashing her skull with a hammer.

"That's better," Evan murmured quietly before he inched forward and stole her lips in a kiss. His tongue darted across her lower lip, stealing the tiny flecks of sugar from her mouth and pushing past her lips like she was intoxicating him and he couldn't get enough.

(Y/n) reached her hands out to cup either side of Evan's neck, mostly to keep herself from falling off her chair and slumping across his lap. But she felt the way he shivered when she feathered her fingers up and down his neck.

"How are we doing in here?"

(Y/n) shifted her hands down to hold Evan's shoulders and she angled her head to the left when her mum walked into the kitchen.

She set the plates down in the sink before turning to face the pair of them with a tender, slightly worried look on her face. It was a change for (Y/n) to have someone like Evan taking care of her rather than have her mum usher her into the living room to try and sit her down and help her through it. When she wasn't well seemed to be the only time (Y/n) got her parent's full attention, which was a reason why her and Evan had bonded so well.

"Panic over." Evan smiled before he pecked the top of (Y/n)'s head and started to glide his hand up and down her arm.

"Good, why don't you both come through to the lounge now, come and have a rest."

(Y/n) could feel her knees tensing when she stood up and her legs felt hollow yet heavy at the same time. She didn't feel like moving, but it wasn't as if they were out and about on the streets or walking for miles. She cradled her can of Fanta close to her chest, pinning her elbows into her waist like she was trying to coil in on herself.

She went to follow after her mum but she glanced back over her shoulder to check Evan was behind her. "I'm coming," He nodded while he reached out for his drink and grabbed the pack of sweets from the table. They might need some more sugar, just to be safe and make sure (Y/n)'s levels stayed up.

He tucked his phone back into his pocket after reassuring himself that (Y/n) was actually coming out of her hypo. But he still wasn't sure why the juice hadn't worked.

Curiosity got the better of Evan and he wasn't sure why, but he reached out for (Y/n)'s glass that was almost empty. He took a small sip. Fruit was full of sugar and fruit juice was high in sugar and great for diabetics.

Evan grimaced and his nose crinkled when he took a gulp. That wasn't juice, that was a cocktail.

It was faint, but Evan could taste vodka and the slightest hint of peach schnapps. Evan had been on enough nights out and had enough bad times in his life to resort to drinking to make himself feel better. He knew what a cocktail tasted like. He also knew that Cathy wasn't stupid, she knew (Y/n) couldn't have alcohol unless she adjusted her insulin and especially not on an empty stomach.

(Y/n) had told her she didn't want alcohol when they came in tonight and Cathy had blatantly ignored and lied to her.

She could have sent (Y/n) into a worse hypoglycaemic state. She could have put her in the hospital, she had risked (Y/n)'s health tonight like she thought this was some kind of game.

Well it wasn't. This wasn't a game and Evan wasn't going to stand for what Cathy had done to his girl.

Evan tossed the glass into the sink with a bit more abandon than he intended and he was sure he heard the glass crack. His fingers began to drum around the neck of his beer bottle and he dumped the sweets back on the table as his arms started to tremble with rage.

"Need another drink?" The sultry tone to Cathy's voice had shivers coursing up and down Evan's spine.

He snapped his head to look behind him over his right shoulder and he took a deep breath as his lips rolled into a thin line until they were almost invisible. The way she walked towards him with her hips swaying infuriated him and when her hand reached out and squeezed his bicep, Evan felt like his vision had been tinted red.

He hummed quietly, twisting his body to follow her movements as she walked past him to aim for the fridge, and Evan found himself stalking after her. He moved slow, feet barely lifting from the floor as not to make a sound like a predator stalking its prey.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides after he set his bottle down on the counter and his shoulders hunched up to be level with his jaw. His biceps seemed like they were bulging out of his shirt and Evan glowered when he realised how he towered over Cathy the same as he did (Y/n).

But this was was different. This wasn't Evan towering over (Y/n), trying to pin her to his chest and consume her whole. This wasn't him wrapping around her like a security blanket or using his height and build to his advantage to subdue (Y/n) and turn her to putty in his hands.

This was Evan towering over the person he was getting ready to destroy. The person who had threatened the girl Evan loved, the girl who was Evan's whole world and who he made it his mission to look after and make her his.

Cathy had tried to hurt her, and she had to pay for that.

When Cathy reached the fridge, she sensed just how close Evan was standing behind her and instead of opening the fridge, she turned around. Her grin broadened until her smile was reaching her seductive eyes and her head angled to the right while she leaned her back against the fridge.

"Oh, so-"

Whatever she had been prepared to say faded into a gasp as her painted rouge lips splintered into a gasp and her teeth flashed when Evan's hand curled around her throat.

Tears welled up in her eyes and both her hands scratched into Evan's wrist, but he didn't feel her touch. He could barely feel his hands from the amount of adrenaline coursing through his veins so her nails trying to scratch at his skin wasn't going to make a dent on him.

He leaned down until Cathy was well and truly a caged animal and he moved his free hand to press his finger against her sickly red lips that were so bright the colour was offending. She seemed to get the silent message he was conveying and she held her breath, even though she could barely breathe as it was. Her head started to nod and her chin pressed down into his hand to try reassure him that she wasn't about to scream or make a single sound to alert her family what he was doing.

"Now you're not going to cause another scene, you're going to listen." His voice was quiet but the authoritiative tone was crystal clear.

He waited patiently for Cathy's terrified, wide eyes to blink and focus on him and for her to stop breathing in so much it felt like she was a balloon about to burst. When she finally started to exhale and take shallow little breaths, Evan's lips formed a crooked grin that made her shudder back against the fridge.

She let a tiny hum gurgle at the back of her throat and she rapidly blinked to try and convey that she was listening. She was waiting for him to tell her what on Earth he was doing and why.

"I don't think I need to ask why I tasted vodka in (Y/n)'s glass, do I?" Cathy shook her head and a tiny croak left her lips. She had been caught out and they both knew it. "That's what I thought. And do I take it you caused that hypo on purpose, somehow to gain my attention?"

Evan wasn't quite sure why Cathy thought that giving (Y/n) a hypo would get her to have his attention rather than (Y/n). This little stunt had made Evan worried about (Y/n), it made him want to take her home to keep her safe, especially now he knew that this had happened on purpose and was by no means a coincidence.

Doing that to (Y/n) was only going to raise Evan's concerns about her and drive him wild. It wasn't going to make him suddenly fawn over Cathy or want to be closer to her. He would of given her any attention even if he hadn't of found out what she'd done.

When she nodded again, Evan watched as tears began to well up in her eyes and one or two tears trickled down her face. She looked feeble and timid which wasn't her usual personality and the way her lower lip was wobbling made Evan want to laugh crudely at her.

It was clear she was feeling silly about what she'd done. Evan hoped she realised how stupid she had been rather than feeling bad that she had been caught out.

"So you've just threatened my girl. And I don't care if you're family, I don't let people get away with that."

His fingers punctured into her throat and he gave a rather forceful squeeze until Cathy's eyes were bulging in their sockets and her jaw started to wriggle. Her hands slapped his wrist and she pushed back into the fridge, desperately trying to make him relent. Her chin dropped down onto his hand as fresh tears began to trickle down her face as she couldn't catch a single breath.

He revelled in the utter panic in Cathy's eyes and the desperation shrouding her face as her feet started to skid against the tiled floor and her mouth wriggled, but no sound or air left her paling lips.

The terror on her face made Evan's grin widen and his eyes narrowed. He could of stood there and choked the life out of her. He could of carried on until she passed out and crumpled to the floor like a used tissue. But when she really started to struggle, Evan suddenly relaxed his hand until the base of his fingertips were just barely pressing down on her throat.

He felt the way her pulse throbbed against his fingers and the veins started to protrude against her throat as she gasped and choked, gagging on the air she needed to inhale.

"Please, I won't- I swear, I-" Cathy gasped for air, trying to find the right words but she couldn't talk. Her throat burned like she had swallowed acid and her skin was pulsing and throbbing.

She wouldn't tell. If he didn't do that again and stayed away from her, she wouldn't tell her parents or (Y/n) what he'd just done. She would stay away from both of them if Evan left her alone, she would promise him that. He was unhinged and Cathy wanted nothing to do with him anymore.

"Pleading with me isn't going to work." His grin seemed to widen when Cathy whimpered and shrunk back against the fridge.

"I'm sorry." The word bubbled past her lips as a few more tears of anguish and fear trickled down her face.

She didn't know Evan; if she knew him better and knew he had these kind of tendencies, she wouldn't of given (Y/n) those cocktails. She wouldn't of made those passes at Evan and ignored her little sister. She would of stayed as far away from the couple as possible if she knew he was like this.

Surprise pooled in her blown pupils when Evan took a step back and allowed an air of space to grow between them.

She was expecting him to grab her again, to hit her or break her wrist or maybe even clutch her hair and drag her around like a ragdoll. She was expecting Evan to do something manic, maybe even drag her out the back door and hurt her some more. But Cathy wasn't expecting Evan to let her go and step back.

Was he going to stop? Was this just a warning and he would let her off as long as she didn't do anything else?

Her hands moved to cup her neck and she began tracing her fingers along her throat, rubbing up and down the tender spots where she would have fingerprints and bruises come the morning. She tried to smother her cough into her arm, she didn't want to attract her family's attention. Not when Evan had already warned her to stay quiet.

"Watch your back. I haven't decided yet how you're going to pay for this mistake."

The warning tone in Evan's voice made Cathy whimper and she cowered down, smothering a shriek when Evan's hand latched into her hair. Her eyes fell closed and she coiled her arms to her chest, holding her hands out like she was trying to show she wasn't dangerous or begging for mercy.

She stumbled on her feet as Evan gave her a shove towards the other end of the kitchen where they had a downstairs bathroom right at the back of the house. And she was sure she heard him utter "Disappear." through a grunt before he aimed in the opposite direction towards the living room.

He shook his arms at his sides, ridding the excess adrenaline from his system as he walked into the living room and eased down onto the sofa beside (Y/n). His lips formed into a smile when (Y/n) immediately tucked herself beneath his arm that looped around her shoulders and his lips attached to the top of her head.

"Where's Cathy got to?"

"Bathroom, she didn't look too well." Evan scuffed his free hand across his jaw before he made a slight hint, pointing towards the drinks on the coffee table. Everyone had seen Cathy drink quite a lot tonight and now that her hair had fallen out of its fancy get-up and she had been crying, it would add to the implication that she was drunk.

He was quite surprised (Y/n)'s parents believed the implication, for her dad shook his head with a sigh and her mum made a little dissatisfied noise and shook her hands like she was dismissing the subject. Clearly Cathy wasn't as high and mighty as she liked to make out.

(Y/n) felt like smiling at the notion that Cathy was drunk, it was just like her sister to be boastful and get ahead of herself like this.

Both her parents mused themselves with a quiet conversation about going to check on Cathy as the pair of them flitted about the living room. (Y/n) watched them for a moment before she turned to look at Evan when he leaned over her.

She could feel her nerves igniting and restarting the trembling she'd had earlier when Evan ducked his head down and attached his lips to the junction of her neck just below her jaw. Her hand reached over to grip his arm, silently trying to see what he was up to because although her parents weren't watching them, they were still in the same room.

"Wanna go home, baby?" The way Evan glided his hand over (Y/n)'s thigh made her jump and he grinned against her neck at the reaction.

His teeth grazed over her skin, just starting to create a sting and (Y/n) knew she would have another bruise to add to her collection soon. But she felt his hand crawl across her thigh until his fingers were tracing the inside of her leg, inching higher and higher towards a dangerous area.

"Evan…" She muttered against his temple and pressed a few kisses there to try and ward him to stop. But she was inclined to agree and go home soon. They had been here for long enough and the hypo had made her feel tired and shaky. (Y/n) would rather be at home where she felt safe and comfortable, where it would be just the two of them and it was clear Evan felt the same.

"I wanna take care of you, baby." His words were peppered along her neck like a quiet promise spoken into her skin and (Y/n) found herself nodding into his hair.

It was time to leave.

#imagine #911 imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #buck imagine #buck x reader #dark! buck #dark! evan buckley

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Hmmmm alright what about a Farmer with commitment issues? Like they've lived a nomadic life for a WHILE now, and genuinely so wanna settle down for good in Mistria, but they haven't even unpacked their things yet.

They just don't know what it's like to have a home yknow?

WHEEE answers under the cut

Adeline:

low key has a hard time not taking it the wrong way

spirals a bit from time to time thinking you don't like her or you don't like her that much

what if she read all the signals wrong??

what if you don't feel the same way???

IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER????

maybe it's better this way, you're really great and she just relies on you so much so she must seem like a burden SPIRAL SPIRAL SPIRAL

but she actually keeps it all to herself (or at least, she doesn't verbalize this all, she def is not playing it as cool as she thinks she is)

honestly though no matter how anxious she is about it, she really will kinda wait for you forever

or until you make it clear you're actually really not interested

I do feel at some point it'll boil over and she's gonna word vomit her worries and woes to you

the most honored she ever felt was when the person she loves finally chooses her <3

and once you do, she honestly never doubts your feelings again

Balor:

oh SAME

honestly you two spend so much time quietly pinning over a relationship that you're both sure will never happen but you never actually even try and make a move about that it gets kinda ridiculous

also after a certain point everyone just KNOWS

they know already, just kiss, STARS ABOVE

Hemlock is def the one Balor pours his heart out to the most

Hem is actually really supportive even after watching a drunken Balor get all teary eyed over a relationship that'll probably happen eventually (though he is still rolling his eyes)

you two hold out actually going for it for FOREVER

and all the while you're looking at each other so dreamily and are constantly there for each other and just SO CLEARLY PINING

if you're not the one to go for it eventually Balor will

there's only so many times you can see him off so sweetly without him wanting to officially give you a good bye kiss

he stumbles over his words a lot and he's not sure how to put any of it

he's honestly never been so nervous in his life

he admits he's bad at sticking around, but Mistria is so nice-- and it's even better with you in it

and now he can't imagine actually leaving

at least not for good

he still needs to run his business

but now he gets to give you that good bye kiss when he leaves (and when he comes home <3 )

Caldarus:

super confused

is sure he's reading something wrong into all this

and also certain his feelings are not reciprocated

he's honestly resigned to holding a little candle for you forever

after all, he got so fond of you when he was still stone-- he knew the most likely scenario was him watching you live a long happy life, most likely with someone else

but seeing you happy is his dearest wish, so that was enough

and so this new form honestly changes very little

well, except now he can take you in new and exciting ways

the warmth of your hand, the scent of your hair and skin, the comfort of your presence

it makes the feelings hard to ignore and impossible to deny but like I said, he's resigned himself to just watching you be happy

any little moments between the two of you, ones that hold a flicker of romantic feelings that you both will never act on...

well, they're just stolen moments he supposes, something that will ultimately be meant for someone else

little fleeting treasures for him to cherish always (he is a dragon after all, and what's a dragon without some treasures! especially ones for the soul)

so he will probably expect nothing, even if he does feel his feelings for you have become too great for him to not make spoken

he's just confessing to 'get it off his chest'

but when you return the feelings, and agree to stay with him-- it's like the sun became brighter and a whole new world has opened up

you will never be rid of him

he will cherish and love you with every beat of his heart until his dying days

I hope you're ready, cause there's no commitment like there is with a dragon

Celine:

Another worrier

feels she's being awkward and embarrassing

tries to play it cool

fails SPECTACULARLY

convinced it's just a dumb little crush she has that would definitely never be reciprocated and she wants to bury her feelings in her garden bed so so so SO BAD!!

but then she sees your face and your dreamy smile and hears your voice and she's falling all over again

she's so smitten and she's trying to hard to hide and deny it

even to herself

CONVINCED she's misreading every sweet little moment between you two

YOU'RE JUST THAT NICE AND FRIENDLY

WHY DOES SHE HAVE TO BE SO WEIRD WITH HER BIG STUPID CRUSH AHHH

but then when all the feelings are out in the open she's just---

she feels in bloom

she's so deliriously happy

she still worries sometimes that she likes you more than you like her

but as time goes on, she'll abandon those fears in favor of enjoying your love together

Eiland:

honestly takes a while for him to even notice he has a crush himself

he's sure a week later it could never work

you're so traveled and worldly and cool and strong and amazing

and he's just kinda-- him

so he's certain the little moments between you two are just romantic day dreams he's making up in his head

you're just friends, you're just being friendly

and he wouldn't want to lose a colleague like you!

besides your such a cool little tumbleweed, you'd probably never settle down

and even if you did, you wouldn't with a dork like him

he's just some nerd in the dirt, and you're just super nice

HE'S NOT SPIRALING, YOU'RE SPIRALING!

HAHAHAHAHA

anyways, the self doubt machine is really whirling today!

when everything finally comes out he legit thinks he might faint from anxiety

but he's also really happy

he's giddy and surprised and shaking cause he can't seem to stop

I think he legit spends a while into the relationship worried you'll get bored of him and just leave (at least that's what happens in his nightmares)

honestly the only thing that helps those fears is just spending time with you

you're honestly so darling with him, he's gonna swoon

Hayden:

sort of resigned a bit to he's probably not going to get married

and it's true he's got a little flicker of something for you, but he's not going to act on it

he treats his fondness for you like a delicate little egg he keeps but isn't expecting to hatch

just a little flame he let's sit warm in his heart

any little moments you share he knows aren't just him, but he also doesn't think they're anything

the looks you've shared, the smiles between you two, the way you've held his hand

it's obvious you care about each other a lot

but nothing's gonna come of it

it's just a little bit of sweetness, no reason to let it over take you

he can't help thinking about it though

he won't say anything, but if pressed, he'd admit he spends most of his nights thinking about you now

how nice it is to have you around

how happy you make him

how wonderful it would be if you two...

but no, you're a rolling stone and he's home grown and planted down

if someday you wanna make tracks again, he doesn't wanna be the anchor weighing you down

when things finally get out in the open, and you say you want to stay by his side

he's gonna have to fight himself every day to take it slow

and not IMMEDIATELY bridal carry you to the court house and make it official for good

Juniper:

acts like she couldn't care less that the farmer is playing so hard to get

but is also constantly around the farmer trying to get their attention

she's paying attention to you and you're not immediately falling to her feet??

what is this???

is this some kind of game???

ah, alright, you're playing the long con

she can understand

two can play that game

so goes back and forth between being miffed and low key ignoring you

and giving you all of her attention

also anytime you two actually spend quality time together she's so so giddy

well, as giddy as Juniper gets

when push comes to shove and all the feelings are out on the table and you're both finally a couple, all she has to say is

'Well-- Good. It's about time!'

with the biggest blush on her face

March:

honestly takes it your indecisiveness the hardest out of the lot

and his own back and forth wishy-washy denial of feelings

just makes every time you give him butterflies feel STUPID

you just make him feel STUPID

STUPID for liking you

STUPID for letting you in

STUPID for thinking you might like him back

STUPID for getting his dumb hopes up

STUPID STUPID STUPID

he claims he couldn't care less, but the moment he sees your face a little rush of joy flashes through him and he can't ignore it (though he does try)

and interacting with you genuinely brightens his day, and it actually makes him really happy

and he thinks, 'this isn't so bad... maybe I should just--'

but that's when you always back away

and he just kinda feels rejected and shuts down and the moment you walk out the door he's right back to kinda hating you

and himself a little bit...

it's honestly a pretty vicious cycle

when all is said and done and you two finally give this thing you have a real shot, he won't lie, he's kinda nervous

and a little bit scared

though it comes out more like

'Good. I'm glad we settled this. And don't think this is just some-- dumb fling that's not gonna last. I'm planning to see this through and you better be too cause you're stuck with me. Well... good talk!'

and then he sprints off cause just cause you're dating doesn't mean he suddenly got any less shy about his emotions lol

Reina:

honestly??

even through all your wishy-washy bullshit, she never looses hope you're gonna figure it out

like, she can tell you like her

and she likes you

and she can't see a reason for this not to work

but if you wanna run in circles then--

I guess you're lucky she's down to wait for you

and she will wait for you

cause even through all the back and forth, she does really like you

also watching you run around in circles like a love struck indecisive idiot is a little funny

all the same, she doesn't intend to be dramatic like everyone else

she's got too good a head on her shoulders

now shut up and kiss her already

Ryis:

pining MASTER

he's so into you

and he's so confused why you seem into him but you keep putting him at arms length??

he's a little hurt by it all, but honestly he's more confused

like-- if you want him to back off, just let him know

he doesn't wanna feel like he's making you uncomfortable

but if you're into him and he's into you then he's just---

confused why you're not kissing yet???

but he's patient and he likes you A LOT so he's willing to wait

in the mean time he's be venting his woes to his uncle whose just as confused as he is

but also just as hopeful

when you finally get together he honestly never questions or doubts whether or not you wanna actually stay

if you ever want to leave then that's a conversation to have

but for now, he's just going to enjoy your time together

and quietly hope it lasts forever

(also he's so ready to kiss you he doesn't even care at this point lol)

Valen:

does not know what you're doing

but also is pretty sure you don't know what you're doing either

you both seem to thoroughly enjoy each others company

there's even an undeniable spark between the two of you

but any time she steps forward, you step back

and anytime you step forward, you also step right back again

he's patient but not this patient

she may not know everything, but she at least knows what she wants

and she wants you

and when you're ready to stop running from whatever you two could be together

well, you know where to find her

and she'll be waiting

but not forever so--

tick tock

#fields of mistria #fom #ruby talks #fom adeline #fom caldarus #fom celine #fom hayden #fom balor #fom eiland #fom juniper #fom march #fom ryis #fom reina #fom valen

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camillelespanayesbtch · 8 months ago

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Seven Devils All Around Me (18+)

Summary: It isn't your fault you like the feeling of power, the sensation was addictive, and although it never worked out well for those around you, it certainly worked well for you. You weren't to blame that people seldom survived attacking you, it was their fault after all. But you can only run for so long before your misdeeds catch up to you, and where will you be left after? It's dangerous to walk certain paths alone as a young witch.

Content: Eventual smut, graphic depictions of murder and violence, character death, power imbalance, manipulation, addiction, grief, discussion of sexual violence (r receiving) (I will add more as I think of them)

Word Count: 4690

Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

I will block minors and ageless bios

Chapter One

You hum to yourself as you follow the marks you carved into the trees, a hidden path you had created that left those who follow you believing you were the perfect victim, blissfully unaware of the danger that followed you. You could hear the boys talking among themselves, their gleeful snickering as they think about all the things they could do to you now that they had you alone and unaware. Like most evenings, the forest was a cacophony of sound, there wasn’t an inch of space where there was silence, every crevasse had sound, even the ants clicked to one another to inform the other of the crumbs of bread that were left abandoned on the floor of the community hall that hosted giants. The leaves crunch underfoot, small twigs snapping as you step on them, continuing to hum the tune until you come to a clearing in the forest.

There was a space where no leaves were, a perfect circle that had been made over years of the same trick, black as the night sky is dark. “Look boys,” Douglas says with a grin, “She’s made a spot for fucking, just for us.” He moves closer to you, the others surrounding you as well, all of them giving each other encouraging looks. They didn’t believe the stories about boys going missing because every coven had tales like that, even the girls were told tales about their powers being taken when lured to walk the witch’s road, but everyone believed that it was just the danger of the road and not one of their own doing it. “I wonder if her tits are as big as her top makes them look,” Douglas says, advancing on you quickly, his hands twitching by his side as he thinks about tearing your shirt from your body.

“I’ve seen them through her window when she changes,” Clint says, “They’re small, no bigger than a handful, but at least they’re perky.” He cracks his knuckles, his eyes glinting dangerously. This wasn’t his first time taking what he wanted, and it wouldn’t be his last, just like the other boys he was with- if he sees something he wants, he takes it. His mother did raise him to be respectful towards women, especially those in the coven, but she always spoke about you as being the exception. You were the freak of the group, the one people whispered about, warned the kids to stay away from least you corrupt them. So, really, what he and his friends were about to do wasn’t a bad thing, it was deserved. “We should take pictures and add them to the wall.”

“We should take pictures and add them to the wall,” you mimic, turning to face them. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to keep trophies? Or was that too much for your tiny little boy-brains to comprehend?” You run your fingers through your hair, letting out a sigh as you shake a few knots loose. You were hungry, and these boys would be enough to last you a few weeks. Sure, they weren’t as powerful as the elders, too jumped up on the testosterone coursing through their bodies to focus on mastering the craft, instead relying on brute force to get things done. “Didn’t mommy teach you better? Or even your fathers? No, I suppose not. No, daddy left you boys behind, didn’t he? Went off to go fuck some young maiden the next town over,” you make a vulgar gesture, thrusting your hips before laughing when you see the group clench their fists in anger. “Oh no, did I hurt your feelings? What’re you gonna do? Blast me?”

It would only take one. It only ever takes one, but they didn’t know that. Of course they didn’t know that they barely knew how to groom themselves let alone see the signs of a trap, to even see that sometimes there is truth in the tales they have been told since childhood. You mightn’t have believed the ones about the Purple Witch, but you wouldn’t deny that there is something alluring about her. The ability to take someone’s powers? You wondered what it felt like, if it was as addictive as watching people burn, using their own powers to cause their deaths. “Lucas and Clint, hold her down,” Douglas orders, his eyes burning into yours.

The two boys he orders raise their hands, their magic shooting from their hands and wrapping around your wrists. They both were smirking until they see the lopsided grin on your face, a darkness settling into your eyes. You breathe in deep through your nose, tilting your head back up to the sky as your eyes drift shut, feeling the warmth starting to spread through your body and bloom out from your palms, “Oh boys,” you exhale. “Silly, stupid, little boys.” Your head rolls forward and you open your eyes to look at them, a fire burning in your eyes that makes them take a step back. “Didn’t you hear the stories? Didn’t your mother tell you not to go into the woods at night?”

“She’s just- She’s just bluffing,” Douglas stutters, “She’s just trying to scare us.” He puffs his chest out in false bravado before moving closer to you, his hands coming up to tear the front of your blouse open, but he hisses in pain, pulling his hands back. Your body had grown hot to the touch, as though he had just put his hands over the hot embers of a campfire, “What trickery is this?”

“You haven’t figured it out, have you?” You yank your hands free of Clint and Lucas’ magic, grabbing a handful of Douglas’ shirt, and pulling him so his body was against yours, a feral grin spreading across your face. “Smell that?” You lean in, taking a deep breath as the scent of burning fabric starts to fill the air, “Maybe you can feel it. It’s getting hot, isn’t it? I wonder if I’ll see eyes explode this time like popcorn.” You stare at him intensely, your hands glowing like magma as you start to cook him from the inside out, feeling his energy seeping out of him and into you. You let out a content sigh a the sensation, watching as his eyes go wide, his skin turning a deep red before starting to melt from his muscles and bones. He cries out in agony, trying to get away from you, to put the fire out inside of him but it was of no use, and soon he falls to the ground, his body quickly going up in flames. “Now,” you smile and turn to look at the other boys who were looking on in horror, “Who’s next?”

“You’re a monster,” Clint says, clenching his fists, “He didn’t even do anything to you! We were just playing!” He was quick to attack you, seemingly forgetting what he had just witnessed you do to his friend. You eagerly drink his energy up, your body glowing like a reactor before his body turns into barbecue. He claws at his clothes, trying to remove the flaming fabric from his body as he writhes on the ground, his screams drowning out the music of songbirds. You wonder if the woods would muffle the sound so it didn’t carry to the houses that lived along the edge of it, that the neighbors wouldn’t have their windows open to let the warm spring breeze in. Then again, if you didn’t want them to hear, you simply shouldn’t be doing what you are, but you couldn’t help yourself, could you? You enjoy it too much. You enjoy luring men into the woods, using their own powers to burn them alive as some sort of penance for all the women burned before you because their power was seen as a threat.

You take a few breaths to calm yourself, looking at your hands, they were turning black, tendrils creeping up your forearm and tickling your inner-elbow. This happened every time, the only evidence of your crimes. They were easy to hide though, you wore long-sleeves, and had a pair of gloves that your mother gave you to protect you from the judgmental gaze of your coven. Your mother wasn’t consciously aware of what you were doing, thinking you were just going into the woods to practice your craft, but she couldn’t deny it was suspicious that boys kept going missing whenever you did.

The remaining boys fall quickly, you wave your hands, letting out a hot blast of fire that turns their remains to ash. You knew the rain would disperse the ashes, returning them to the earth and helping to keep the forest alive, although your circle never grew back- the grass has remained dead and black for years. You were in your twenties now, and you had been doing this since you were sixteen. You do the buttons back up on your blouse then pull your sleeves down, doing the cuff buttons up so the sleeves wouldn’t go out of place. You flick your hair from your face, a smile settling on your features as you start to head back, humming to yourself once more.

As you walk, you stop occasionally to pick some flowers for your mom, making a bouquet for her. Your father wasn’t around to do this for her, not that he had done such thoughtful things when he was alive, that had always been your thing. You loved making your mom smile because it meant she wasn’t worrying about anything which had become her normal. If she wasn’t worrying about you getting in trouble, she was worrying about the coven being run out of town, and if she wasn’t worrying about that, she was worrying about taxes which only seemed to go up every year. It’s not that you couldn’t afford the taxes, she had been around for centuries, she had more than enough money to cover them, but it was still an unnecessary stress in her life that she simply did not need. If you could get away with it, you would burn the tax collector alive, maybe even roast him over a fire like you would toast a marshmallow.

“You can’t help yourself, can you?” A familiar voice asks, disappointment evident in her tone. “I tell them- I tell them every meeting that it isn’t you, that my daughter would never bring harm to her coven, and every time you go out and prove me wrong.”

You look up from the flowers you were examining, your features falling, “Mama… I- They attacked me,” you explain. “I was just coming here to practice, like you always want me to. And they followed me, taunting me, telling me all the horrible things they were going to do to me.” You turn your head slightly, just enough to see the open area out the corner of your eye that was a few hundred feet away by now before looking back at your mom. You try to smile, holding the sad looking bouquet out for her, “I picked you flowers. Your favorites. I know you like having fresh flowers in the house because you like when the bees-“

“Enough,” she cuts you off, “Enough,” she repeats, softer this time. She walks closer to you, a sadness on her face as she gently takes your free hand in hers- your skin was like charcoal, and still hot to the touch like the furnace in winter. Her heart aches painfully in her chest, why was her only child like this? Had she done something wrong? Those questions hurt her; how could she think so poorly of you? She loves you dearly, she would do anything for you, absolutely anything for you, why couldn’t you do this one thing for her? Her touch was soft, cooling your burning skin as she runs her fingers over it, your skin slowly turning back to your normal shade. She turns your hand over so your palm was facing her, running her finger in a circle on your palm, a small smile tugging on her lips, “Round and round the garden,” she whispers, “Went the teddy bear, one step,” she walks her finger up your forearm, healing as she goes, “two step,” another step onto your bicep, “Tickle you under there,” she says and gently tickles your underarm, a soft giggle escaping her. “You used to squeal whenever I did that to you as a toddler.”

You can’t help the quiet giggle you let out, unaware of the tears spilling from your eyes, “Mama,” you whisper back, “I’m not a little kid anymore.” She gives your arm a squeeze at that, looking pained by the reminder. You rest your hand over hers, looking remorseful immediately, “I know- I know I’m still your little girl. You still make my boo boo’s better.” You look down at your hands, they were no longer black as tar, and you could see the blue and purple of your veins on the backs of them instead of a deep red that glowed against the black. You felt a knot form in your stomach, “They’re gonna kill me, aren’t they, mama?” You ask her quietly, a waver in your voice. “For what I’ve done- They’re gonna burn me.”

Your mom blinks back tears but it was futile, the salty liquid running down her cheeks, “When they find out,” she replies softly, “Yes. They will.” She raises her hand to tenderly stroke your cheek, and as always, you lean into her touch. Her thumb brushes against your rosy skin, wiping away any tear that dared to fall. She didn’t know how long you would both have together, whether she could wash your hair and braid flowers into it, or whether now was the only time you two would get. “Why couldn’t you stop?”

“I can’t help it, mama, you know that,” you answer, your eyes closing as you relax into her touch. Her hands never caused the same pain and suffering that yours have, they have always healed and protected. There was never a moment where she didn’t help someone, where she turned them away when they showed up to the door pleading for her to make their sick child better. There was always a spare bed for the child or adult to recover, your mother watching over them during the night to ensure their condition didn’t worsen. You. You had always been the one to hurt, to harm, to inflict suffering and pain. Your mother, try as she might to get you to do things for the betterment of the coven such as burning the fields to return the nutrients to the earth, or helping start the bonfires for when there was a community barbecue, even trying to get you to take out the wolves that threatened the farm animals, but it never satiated you.

It wasn’t until you turned sixteen did it become a problem, but she brushed it off because you had been terribly bullied, she kept brushing it off when the first group of boys went missing. She had moved you both after that, found another coven. Six months of peace before it happened again. Every time, you would come home with blackened skin and a bouquet of flowers. She never had to worry about running out of dried flowers for her potions, the basement was full of them, your peace offerings to her. You always were so sincere in your apologies, and she believed you every time, why wouldn’t she? “They deserved it,” you add, “They were going to hurt me.”

“Not every single boy was out to hurt you, surely, sweetheart. What about Tommy? He was always so kind to you, he tutored you. You were friends.”

Tommy had been your friend two moves ago, you two had bonded over being excluded from most of the college class you were enrolled in, even the lecturer refused to acknowledge you in class. You both were good students, handing your assignments in on time and not once even asking for an extension. You thought you were just friends, you told him you only liked women, and he told you he was okay with it. You had gone over to his house one afternoon to study for an upcoming exam, the two of you were in his room on his bed reading notes when he had asked you if you’d ever kissed anyone before. The question made your skin crawl, “No,” you had answered, “I haven’t.” He got this look in his eyes at that answer, his hand had come up to turn your head to face him before he leaned in to kiss you, his tongue forced its way into your mouth, pocking and prodding your throat. You had frozen; your eyes wide as he assaulted you. It wasn’t until he had pulled back did the anger kick in. You don’t really remember much of what happened, only running out of the house as the fire department showed up to extinguish the flames, two of the firefighters checking over you for injuries. You had told your mother what happened, what he did, and she had brushed it off, saying it was just how it was done- nobody needed to ask for permission to kiss, it was spontaneous. You had cried in your room that night, you didn’t understand why your mom didn’t see why it was wrong of him to do that to you. She knew you liked women, why on earth would you ever want some man to kiss you?

“We- You know what he did to me, mama. He hurt me. He hurt me,” you tell her, more tears falling onto your cheeks, “He knew I didn’t like him like that. Every single one of them deserved it.” That wasn’t true, there had been a couple of groups you took out because you enjoyed the thrill of it, the screams, the feeling of power that filled your system. Even thinking about it now made you giddy, your pupils dilating as though a drug was coursing its way through your system. “You have to believe me, mama, please.”

Her hand falls from your face, “We should head back. You need a shower, and I’d like to braid your hair.” Her voice was cold, the older woman turning her back on you, not even taking the flowers from your hand. She usually hummed with you, the same song she sang to you as a child, but tonight the only sound was the owls hooting in the forest. You wipe your eyes on your sleeve, holding the flowers close to you as you follow along behind her. You hum quietly to yourself, looking up into the trees to see the glowing eyes of birds watching you. There was something comforting about them being so attentive, like they were looking out for the inhabitants that called the woods their home, even as they swoop on the mice that scamper across the leafy floor. It was the balance of things, and even as they eat the mice, they too would return to the earth and continue the cycle anew.

When you get home, your mother sits on a chair and has you sit on the floor between her legs as she starts to braid your hair, her fingers working deftly. She carefully takes the dried flowers and works them into your hair, willing the protection to keep you safe when the leaders come knocking. Only now does she hum, the strands of gold that hold the flowers in place starting to glow. She new deep down this day would come, that moving towns, cities, states would only get you so far because the tales that were told about a witch of destruction would catch up to you, that one coven was going to be smart enough to figure things out and realize it is one of their own. “You’ve always had such beautiful hair,” she murmurs, adding another flower to the braid and tying it into place, “Ever since you left my body, you had a mop of hair on your head. Whenever you woke in the morning, your hair was all over the place, and it would take so much water to tame it.”

“I’ve seen the photos,” you reply with a giggle, your eyes closed as you relax, enjoying the calming sensation of your mom braiding your hair. There had been times she had yelled at you for not brushing your hair, threatening to cut it all off if you didn’t want to take care of it. She had always apologized afterwards though, blaming her anger on something that had been said in a coven meeting as she carefully brushed the knots and tangles from your hair. “How long do we have?”

Your mother doesn’t look up from your hair, the wards she had set around the house were starting to crumble, only meant to slow them down, “Not long, my dear,” she picks the hairtie up and ties the braid off, securing a crystal in with it. “There,” she says, running her hand lightly over her work before you turn to look at her, your eyes holding the light of a thousand flames, “My beautiful girl. If you survive, you know you must never return.” Her hand caresses your cheek, her eyes held the river of life which you always loved looking into because you could feel the cool refreshing water wash over you, keeping you calm.

“I can’t leave you behind, mama. I can’t- I promised you that I would look after you,” you rest your hand over hers, they were the perfect balance. It always made you laugh how whenever her hands were cold, yours were burning hot, and on the rare occasion hers were warm, yours were colder than the glacier high in the mountains. You didn’t want to leave her behind, she would be an outcast unless she participated in your execution which she was unlikely to do because despite everything you have put her through, she still loves you and you knew there was nothing stronger than a mother’s love. “I can’t go without you.”

“You have to, sweetheart. You must find your own path, in a coven that will understand you,” she pulls back from you when the front door flies open, standing up she calls out to them. “She’s in here!” She looks at you, pain visible in her eyes, “She killed them! I saw it with my own eyes. No daughter of mine shall harm our coven.”

You felt your spirit break, unable to realize she was doing this for a reason, to keep herself safe, to keep you safe from seeing her harmed. “Mama-“ You start, struggling against the witches as they bind you with their magic, “Mama, please,” you beg, “Please don’t let them do this to me. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to do it, mama.” The women haul you to your feet, the magic tightening around your wrists behind your back, cutting off the circulation to your hands.

“I saw the look in your eyes, Yn. You enjoyed it.” She follows the other women out of the house, the path to the stake lined with other members of the coven holding burning torches. “I’ll bind her to the stake,” your mother tells the women, “To make up for what I have done. I have let this coven down too many times before, I won’t let it happen again.” Her magic felt different this time as it wraps itself around you, your hands pulled taut behind the stake, the cold no longer soothing, instead it felt icy, the frost burning your skin. She couldn’t look you in the eyes, she didn’t want you to see how much this was hurting her, and she didn’t want to see how betrayed you looked as she prepared to watch her daughter burn.

“I never thought I’d see the day, Theodora,” the elder-witch comments, “Preparing to burn your own flesh and blood after so long of defending her. Had this evening turned out differently, you would be on that stake along with her, there is no doubt about that.” She gestures for the others to surround you, a group of six women all part of the higher counsel, and every single one of them deeming you guilty. There was no room in their coven for someone like you, someone so dangerous, someone without remorse. Were they unbiased in their judgement? Four of them were not, all having lost a son to you. The other two had daughters, but even they feared that one day your hatred would spread to women. Although whenever their daughters had caught a glimpse of you, their cheeks turned as red as a rose, and a carefree giggle escaped them which they thought was arguably worse. “Get into position, Theodora. It’s time.”

“Mama please,” you beg, “Please. I didn’t mean to. I can’t control it. Please.” You look at her, desperate for her to believe you one last time, “Please, mama. Tell them. Tell them that I didn’t know what I was doing. That I didn’t mean to. That they hurt me too.”

Your mother wanted to stroke your cheek one last time, to wipe your tears away but she couldn’t do that, not anymore. She breathes you in, inhaling the floral scent of the shampoo you used before stepping down from the platform and joining the other women encircling you. “I should have let you burn the first time,” is all she says.

The elder-witch gives a nod, everyone raising their hands in preparation, “Begin!” She commands, their powers shooting out of their hands and hitting you full force, a pained scream tearing itself from your throat. It felt like your insides were being roasted, your skin prickling from the heat. It was agony, you had never felt anything like this before and you wanted it to stop.

“Please!” You scream, your head falling back against the stake, “Stop! I can’t-“ You could feel that familiar sensation starting to build in your stomach, and it wouldn’t be long until it broke free. “Mama- Mama run!” Your face was wet with tears, your head tipping forward, your eyes making contact with your mom’s. She couldn’t run, you both knew this, but you hoped this last time she would break the rules for you. The binding around your wrist starts falter, the women behind you noticing it.

“Elder- Her bindings! She’s going to break free!” One of them exclaims yet she does not stop her attack on you, none of them do because they hoped that if they continued, you would finally burn.

The elder-witch encourages them to push through it, “She is glowing! We are close! Keep going!” Your mother knew what was about to happen, finally she meets your eyes, mouthing an apology to you before the blast happens, all the women letting out agonizing screams as the fall to the ground ablaze. You slump somewhat against the wooden stake, your hair blowing in the draft created from the fires, your skin flush a deep red and your hands glowing brighter than the sun. You didn’t want to hurt them. You didn’t mean to, you begged for them not to do this. You warned them you couldn’t control it. You were going to wallow in that feeling until you remembered your mother. You look around frantically, counting the bodies: seven. Your mother-

“Mama-“ You jump down from the pedestal and rush over to where she had last been, sinking to your knees as you desperately try and put out the flames. She was unrecognizable, her skin blackened and burned. “Mama, I’m sorry,” you sob, cradling her burnt body close to you. She was the only person to look out for you, the only one to have stood by your side, and you had repaid her by killing her. Your tears drip from your chin and onto her corpse, the tears evaporating before they even touch her skin. You look down at her, “I’m sorry.”

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