#the others will be following later today!

[azrielsdove]

The Night the High Lord Fell: Rhysand x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Lots of tears, Suggestive, 18+

***

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. You ran from your room, darting through the halls and down the stairs of the townhouse. Dread settled over you as you ran, heading towards the darkness pooling in the living room.

Your heart broke at the sight in front of you. Rhys was kneeling in the middle of the room, his head buried in his hands. Shadows twirled around him, the floor a mass of darkest night. You hurried to his side, slamming your knees into the ground as you slid next to him. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shaking body, holding your oldest friend as close as you could.

“I’m here, i’m here. I’m here, Rhys.” You murmured over and over, one hand coming to stroke his hair. He sunk into your hold, the only sign that he even knew you were there. You continued to whisper that you were with him, that he was safe. This was a routine the two of had done since you were young. One comforting the other, grounding them and reminding them that they weren’t alone.

Though you had never seen him this bad.

You replayed the events leading up to today in your head, trying to figure out what could have upset him like this. He hadn’t been the same since he came back from Under the Mountain, but no one expected him to be. Not after all he had endured down there, ending with finding his mate-

Her wedding.

Feyre was to be married today. Realization shuddered through you, hot and fast. She married Tamlin.

She rejected Rhys.

You knew that was her own choice, that a mating bond didn’t necessarily have to be followed. You just never expected her to not be called to it. Rhys had gone to the wedding, intent on “rescuing” her. Clearly, she had not wanted to be rescued.

You saw movement out of the corner of your eye, turning slightly to see Cassian and Azriel standing in the entry. You shook your head slightly, a sign to let them know he needed to be alone. Well, aside from you. The two Illyrians nodded and retreated back, presumably to pass the information on to Amren and Mor. Something had happened with Rhys, but you had it under control. You would debrief them later.

You lost track of how long you sat there, holding your friend and whispering familiar securities. Eventually the swirling darkness around you began shrinking, called back in to its master. You stayed with Rhys until late in the night, never moving from his side. As the early rays of dawn began peaking over the horizon, he finally raised his head from his hands and looked at you.

Your heart ached at the pain on his face.

“She was happy.” He said, voice hoarse from hours of silence. “She is thriving down there. I expected to find her still struggling, I expected Tamlin to have ignored her needs, I-I-I.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “I was wrong.” You said nothing, simply tucking his head against your shoulder and resuming the stroking of his hair. Wet tears slid onto your neck, the only warning you got before his body started shaking with sobs. You held him tighter, rocking slightly. You thought about Tamlin, about how Under the Mountain must have changed him as well. You were there when he and Rhys were friends, and you were there when it was all torn apart. You didn’t think he was inherently bad, but his upbringing had certainly been no help. You still struggled to see how anyone could choose him over Rhys.

“You won’t have to handle this alone, Rhys. I’m here,” you soothed, trying to think of anything that would help. You did not know the pain of a broken mating bond, but you knew it would take a long time for him to recover from this.

And you would be by his side every step of the way.

***

Morning had fully come by the time you convinced Rhys to stand up, helping him up to his room. You drew him a bath and pushed him into it, forcing him to wash away the physical reminders of the day. You washed his hair carefully, fingers moving delicately across his scalp. You remembered his mother doing this to you when you were young, how calm you would feel when she did.

You dried him off and helped him out of the bath, handing him the towel before moving to prepare his bed. You kept the drapes drawn tight, all light blocked from the room. This was not the first time you had taken care of Rhys like this, but it was certainly the worst. You knew something in his soul had been torn out, a pain you couldn’t even begin to imagine.

You guided him into bed, not bothering to try to get him to dress. You knew him too well to waste your time on that. You tucked the covers gently around him, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. His eyes were empty, staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. You felt a pang in your heart at the shell of your friend, seeing him in such a state. You grabbed the sleeping draught you had requested Madja bring, tilting it down his throat. He gave no protest at the sweet-tasting liquid.

You waited by his side until the draught took, watching his eyes close and his body finally relax into sleep. You sat there for a while longer after, holding his hand and observing him. Only when you had convinced yourself he was peacefully asleep and would stay that way did you stand and leave. You closed the door gently behind you, not at all surprised to find Mor waiting on the other side.

“How is he?” She asked, biting the tip of a nail in worry. You shook your head, the tears that you had been holding back escaping.

“I’ve never seen him in such a state,” you cried, wrapping your arms around yourself. Mor tugged you close, running her hand through your hair the same way you had done to Rhys. She walked you to your room, only a door down from his.

“We will get him through this. You don’t have to handle his pain on your own,” she said, making you sit on your bed.

“I don’t see how to get him out of this. He’s completely broken, Mor. The combination of all that he went through Under the Mountain and this, back to back?” A shudder ran through you. “How does one survive all that?” You felt sick even thinking about all Rhys had endured.

Mor brought you a change of clothes, gathering your hands into hers. “We have to figure out a way, don’t we? We can’t allow him to suffer in this forever.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead, giving your hands a squeeze. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

You watched as she left the room, insisting that you try to rest. She was off to have the kitchen prepare your favorite meal and deliver it, a subtle nudge that you should eat. You looked down at the clothes she had brought you, her words playing over and over in your mind.

“If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

“if anyone can do it, it’s you.”

But what if you can’t?

***

The next day wasn’t much better. Nor was the next. Or the one after. Certainly not the one after that.

Weeks had gone by of you trying everything you could to get through to Rhys. He barely left his bed, survived off a liquid diet that you spooned into his mouth, and never spoke a word. He was wasting away in front of your eyes, both physically and mentally.

You weren’t doing much better.

You spent all your time attempting to get through to him. After you had given him his now-nightly sleeping draught you collapsed into your bed, crying until your face was raw. The tears had begun to slow, your body losing even the energy for that. You were becoming your own shell in your desperate attempt to heal Rhys.

A knock sounded at your door. You weren’t even sure you had said “Come in,” but the door opened and Mor entered. She tsked at the state of you, carrying over a tray of food and sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Now this won’t do,” she mused, observing the rumpled sheets and your dirty hair. “You can’t help him if you’re working yourself to death!” You turned your head and bleakly opened one eye.

“I don’t know how to help him.”

“You have to help yourself first. Here, let me draw you a bath and get you cleaned up. Then we will eat and devise a new plan. Staying in that stuffy room with him all day isn’t doing either of you any good.”

You couldn’t argue with her, or maybe you just didn’t have the energy to try, so you allowed her to pull you to the bathroom and force you into the large tub. She only left after you insisted that you were able to wash yourself, dropping the sponge into the water with a huff.

When you had finished she had a warm towel ready for you, along with clean pajamas. “I will not have my two closest family members waste away into nothingness.” She stated as you got dressed, pushing the tray of food towards you. You knew better than to argue, sitting on your bed and reaching for a bread roll. You hummed at the taste, suddenly realizing how long it had been since you had a hot meal.

“Now, let’s talk,” Mor began, clapping her hands together. “Tomorrow you have to get him up and moving. He needs to go outside.” You nodded in agreement, already feeling better from bathing and eating. Gods knew getting outside would be good for you too.

“Outside. I can do that,” you agreed, grabbing another roll as you thought of how to get him out of bed tomorrow.

***

“Outside” was not as easy as it had seemed.

You strode into Rhys’ room that morning full of renewed purpose, flinging the drapes open wide and letting in the sun. You had expected him to protest in some way, to grumble at you or pull the blankets over his head.

Instead he just lay there, as unmoving as ever.

You sighed, walking over to the edge of his bed. “Come on, Rhys. We are going to go outside. Get some fresh air. Doesn’t that sound nice?” You should be used to his lack of response by now, no better than talking to a corpse. You pulled the blankets from his body, grabbing onto his hands. You tugged him up to sit, sliding his legs off the edge of the bed. “Okay Rhys, you have to help me here,” you groaned, hoisting him up to stand.

Before immediately dropping him to floor.

You gave a shout of alarm, quickly bending down to make sure he was okay. After ensuring there was no damage down, you stood up and walked for the door, telling him you’d be back shortly. You knew Cassian and Azriel had been staying at the townhouse ever since Rhys came back, too worried to reside elsewhere. You knocked on Azriel’s door, pacing while you waited for him to answer.

“Is everything okay?” He asked when he did, taking in your agitated form.

“Yes! Well, no. I mean, he’s okay, but, uh, I..” You looked down at the ground. “I may have dropped him on the floor.” Silence came from the Shadowsinger.

Followed by a sharp laugh. “You dropped him?” You looked up at him, crossing your arms defensively in front of you.

“I was trying to get him to go outside. I need your help. He can’t stay in that bed forever.” Any ounce of humor fell from Azriel’s face as he gave a nod of agreement.

“Take me to him.”

He followed you back down to Rhys’ room, taking a look at the crumpled form of his High Lord on the ground. He sighed, picking him up with ease. “Where do you want him?”

“In the bath, for now. We will battle dressing him and getting him out later.” Azriel abided, taking Rhys into the large bathing room. You followed closely behind, grabbing a set of clothes for him as you went. Between the two of you, you got Rhys into the tub and washed. Getting him out was a bit more difficult, his body slippery from the water. Azriel ended up using his shadows to haul him out, using them to keep him standing as well. You dried and dressed him quickly, unsure how much of this he was even noticing.

You looked over him with a frown. Clearly a walk would not be happening today, but you still needed to get him out. You sighed, sidling up next to him and throwing his arm around your shoulders. “Call your shadows,” you instructed Azriel, bracing yourself to take the weight of Rhys. Azriel looked half-inclined to argue before thinking better of it, pulling his shadows back from Rhys. You groaned under the dead weight, but managed to hold the two of you up. “Come on, Rhys. Walk with me to the balcony. Can you do that?” You weren’t sure he even heard you anymore, or if he had completely sunk into himself. You nudged him in the direction of the doors, taking a step.

He didn’t react.

Azriel silently took up the spot on his other side, helping you half-carry Rhys out to the balcony. You set him down on a chair, making sure he was steady before letting go. You gave Azriel a small smile, appreciative of his help. “I’ll call for you if I need your assistance again, okay?” He nodded once at the dismissal before slipping from the room, leaving you and Rhys alone on the balcony.

You pulled a second chair over to his, sitting facing him. You tucked one of his hands in yours, thumbs running over the soft skin there. “I was thinking about your mother the other day,” you began, focusing on the once strong hand in yours. “Remember when she caught us preparing that sugar trap for your sister?” You gave a small laugh, recalling how amused she had been, trying to put on an angry front. She had found the two of you covered head to toe in powdered sugar, sugar that was supposed to explode all over his sister. “She was always too nice to us, don’t you think? Washing us up in the bath after we coating her house in that powder. Making us sugar cookies once we were all clean, our only punishment that we had to share with your sister.” You shook your head, tears pricking at your eyes. “I miss them, Rhys.” Emotion clogged your throat, chest becoming tight. You continued rubbing your thumbs in soothing circles on his hand, still focused on it. “I miss you,” you whispered out, your voice not strong enough for anything louder.

Gods, you missed him.

“I know what happened to you has been horrible. I can’t even begin to imagine all you went through Under the Mountain, only to have it followed up with a broken mating bond.” Tears slid down your cheeks. “You deserve all the time to heal that you need, I know that. It’s selfish of me, I know, to wish that you were okay again. You need time to recover from it all.” You sniffed, tears coming faster. “I just miss you so much, Rhys. I don’t know what to do anymore. You were gone for fifty years, disappearing right under our noses. We barely got a goodbye.” Sobs were shaking your body now, the memory of Rhys’ warning flooding your head before all communication was lost. “Then you come back, mated to the girl who saved you. A true match, some would say. None of us thought she’d find happiness elsewhere, you know that. You go to rescue her, your fairytale romance, only to find that she didn’t need rescued.” You gave a cold laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. “You found her thriving and happy in the arms of another, in the arms of your enemy. Your mate, who couldn’t be bothered with you. How cruel is that?” Hot anger flared through you at the injustice of it all. You knew Feyre deserved to be happy just as much as Rhys did, but you couldn’t help to wish that she hadn’t found happiness like that. “You come back here, a shell of yourself. Don’t you see, Rhys?” Your voice grew quiet. “You came back to me. You’ve always come back to me.” You paused the massaging of his hand, going silent for a moment.

“My heart is yours. I would give it up a thousand times over for you to live happily with the one your soul was mated to, if she had wanted that. Maybe…maybe there’s a reason she didn’t want it. More than just her love for Tamlin.” Tears fell onto his hand, one thumb moving to swipe them away. “Maybe the cauldron realized it made a mistake,” you muttered, refusing to look up at him. Not that he would react to anything you said, you weren’t even sure he could hear you. Perhaps that’s why you now felt able to tell him the truth, to tell him how you truly feel. “I love you, Rhys. I’ve loved you for a long time now. I know you wanted a mate, that you held out for the soul cauldron-bound to yours. When you found her, I accepted that was it. I would move to the side, no longer your Second both in court and in your life. And that was okay. Anything to see you happy was worth it.” Your tears slowed, as if putting the truth out there was healing the brokenness inside of you. “But what now, Rhys? You are wasting away into nothingness, and I don’t know what to do. I need you to come back. Please. Come back to me, one last time.” You slowly raised his hand to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it before letting go.

Except the hand did not drop.

Instead, it curled around one of yours.

Your head shot up in alarm, eyes wide as you saw Rhys looking at you. Truly looking at you. His eyes were shiny with tears of his own, his hand locked tight around yours. As if he was scared that if he let go you’d bolt and never be seen again.

“Is it true?” He asked, voice hoarse. “You love me?” You bit your lip nervously, nodding slowly. Was it too much? You hadn’t realized he was listening, you should’ve looked up sooner, how could you dump all that on hi-

Your thoughts were interrupted by him pulling you forcefully into his lap, wrapping his arms tight around you. “Oh, sweet angel,” he murmured into your hair, arms strong around you. You slowly moved to twine your arms around his neck, holding him just as tight. “I never thought you’d feel the same.”

Your head shot up and you looked at him, narrowing your eyes. “What?” Rhys laughed, a sound so joyful you couldn’t help the smile the ticked at the corners of your mouth. He raised one hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, cupping your face lovingly.

“I’ve been in love with you for ages. I assumed you didn’t feel the same, and I didn’t wish to ruin what we had. While I did want a mate, I used that excuse as more of a front than a real reason. It was never about who my mate was.” He smiled at you. “It was always about you.”

You continued to stare at him in shock, your mind unable to believe what he was saying. All this time, all this time, you both wanted each other. You didn’t realize you were crying again until his eyes widened in alarm, brushing the tears away from your cheeks with his hands. “Hey, don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you long ago, shouldn’t I?” You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up through you, pure disbelief at the situation.

“We have been fools,” you said, smiling at him. “Sad, poor fools.” He laughed with you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Perhaps we have been. I’m willing to forgive our past mistakes if you promise to stand by my side until the end of our days. If you will have me.” You nodded against him, tears of joy falling from your eyes. He smiled, before dropping his voice ever so slightly. “May I kiss you?”

You gave an answering smile, curling your fingers into the hair on the back of his head. “You may.”

Rhys’ lips met yours a little uncertainly, as if he was scared to come on too strong. You flattened one palm against the back of his neck, pushing him closer to you. He took that as a sign to abandon all caution, one hand wrapping tight around your waist while the other held your face to his. He kissed you with a passion you had never experienced, the feeling of a thousand suns bursting inside of you. You moaned slightly against his kiss, his fingers digging into your waist at the sound. This was where you were meant to be, this was what it had all been for.

Rhys’ hand trailed down your body, stopping on the curve of your thigh. He hoisted your legs up and over him, making you straddle his body. You gasped at the feeling of him under you, his hips coming up to roll against yours. His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, teasing the skin there. You were seconds away from abandoning all rational thought and allowing him to take you right here when a low cough sounded from the doorway. You shot back from Rhys, eyes darting to the intruder. Rhys only chuckled, hand trailing up and down your body.

Azriel.

“I just came to check everything was okay, but I see you’ve got it under control.” He said, eyes sparkling with a million plans to tease you for this. You glared at him, thoughts muddled by Rhys pressing soft kisses to your neck.

“Yes, Azriel, everything is under control. Now if you’d leave us, I have some rather important matters to attend to,” Rhys said, biting your skin in between words. Azriel nodded, a smile ghosting his lips as he disappeared from view.

And attend to those matters he did.

***

Happy Mother’s Day to any moms I have following me!! 🫶🏻 And Happy Sunday to everyone else haha. I hope you guys liked this one!!

[ssparksflyy]

what's he got that i don't? 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚

pairing percy jackson x fem!reader summary based off this request!! an i actually love this request sm 😋 in jealous percy we trust

PERCY sighed dramatically as he plopped himself down on his bed, scooting up to put his head in your lap. he'd just gotten back from a meeting with chiron about helping out with teaching new campers how to handle swords and was quite frankly, exhausted. he'd spent his whole day running around, going from lesson to lesson, already helping out with all sorts of things. he hadn't seen you since breakfast and desperately needed to feel you close after his hectic day. walking into his cabin to see you sitting in his bed reading made him feel like maybe the gods didn't hate him and they knew how to answer his prayers after all.

"long day?" you asked, moving one of your hands down to his hair and ran your fingers through it while the other continued to hold up your book.

"mhm" he hummed in response.

"what'd you do?" you followed up.

"teach, teach some more, help out, then go teach again" he said, "i didn't even ask to be a teacher."

"you didn't ask for a lot of things, just another thing to add to the list babe. im sure the kids who need help greatly appreciate you and your teaching"

"i guess"

you sat in silence for a minute, continuing to play with percy's hair and read. he would've been fine staying like that and maybe even wouldve ended up falling asleep in your lap, but he had hardly spent any time with you today. he wanted to talk to you more and kiss your lips and hug you, but your nose was stuck in that stupid book he didn't even understand.

"whatcha reading?" he asked and lifted his head up, moving it to rest his chin on your stomach.

"the hunger games" you replied.

he mumbled a quick 'okay' and kept his head on your stomach, looking up at you and watching as you read.

as much as percy loved quiet moments like this, it was the opposite of what he wanted. he knew you enjoyed reading, and now was one of the few opportunities you got to read in peace, but he hadn't seen you in hours and (even though he wouldnt admit it) was in desperate need for your attention. when he saw you smile at something in your book, he decided to try for a conversation again.

"whatcha smilin' at?"

you looked away from your book, "nothin. just this guy."

he got up and furrowed his brow, "what guy?"

"he's not real, percy."

"don't matter, what guy is making my girl smile like that?"

you rolled your eyes, "a guy made of ink and imaginations. that's who."

"lemme see" he said, holding out his hand for you to hand him the book.

you handed him the book and watched as he squinted his eyes, trying to read it.

"i can't read."

"i know."

"what's it say?"

he handed you the book back, ""i don’t think it’s going to work out. winning . . . won’t help in my case," says peeta. "why ever not?" says caesar, mystified. peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. "because . . .because . . . she came here with me.""

percy pauses for a second. "you were smiling at that? what does it even mean?"

"see! you dont get it, it's nothing." you said, trying to brush it off.

"mmm i think its something" he said. he already had your attention away from reading your book, now it was just a matter of keeping it up.

"you wanna know? fine." you huffed, "im smiling because i remember when i read this for the first time and i was freaking out because katniss and peeta hardly even talk in this part of the book, and he just reveals that he's got a crush on her, but you don't know that he's actually faking it - but at the same time he's not - because it's set in katniss' perspective, so you're left all 'what was that?! what does he mean!!!' and it becomes something that peeta does again later cause he's smart and knows what cards to play in order for people to like him!!"

he looked at you in surprise, "oh- wow, sorry." he apologized, taking your hands in his, "so is peeta your favorite character?"

you knew you could just give him a simple yes and be over with the whole thing, but if he wanted the truth, then the truth is what he would get.

"yea, he really is. he's just the perfect guy" you said smugly, opening your book back up and pretending to start reading again.

"pfff- yea right! what happened to imaginations and ink?" he said. you could hear the slightest bit of jealousy in his voice and decided to keep going.

"doesnt take away the fact that he's perfect" you said as a mattter-of-factly.

"oh yea? well i think he's a fake nobody."

"fake nobody or not, he's still really smart, strong, an artist, a great baker, handsome in the movies-"

"josh hutcherson is not handsome."

"im gonna act like you didn't just say that." you said, realizing this was going the way you wanted it to, "but gods, did i mention how good of a boyfriend he is? i mean the way he cared for katniss?? hes literally everything a girl could ask fo-"

"hey you know im your boyfriend, not him, right?" percy asked, his tone sounding unsure and annoyed.

you stopped there and put your book down. you didn't think he'd actually be bothered by you talking about a fictional guy. he was never really the jealous type, had he actually taken it seriously?

"perce... are you.. jealous?" you asked in disbelief.

he gave you an offended look that you could tell was fake, "what?! no! course not! why would i be jealous of some fake baker dude??"

you couldnt help but laugh as he continued to try and defend himself from your 'wild' and 'indecorous' 'accusations'.

"i wasnt accusing you of anything! just asking!!" you said through your fit of giggles.

"yea you were! i feel very attacked right now, i though this was supposed to be a safe space!!" you only laughed more.

once you managed to get yourself to stop laughing, you moved closer to percy and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "i was just joking, you know that right?"

he mumbled a quick 'yea' while moving over to your side so he could put his arm around you and pull you into his chest. he left a kiss ontop of your head as you got comfortable in his embrace, putting your book on his nightstand.

percy had gotten his chance to talk to you, and now was able to hold you close, just like he wanted. yes it took listening to you ramble about some other (fake) guy, but who cares!! before finally closing his eyes and falling under hypnos' spell, he only had one more question about the book you were reading.

"by the way, who's finnick odair?"

"OHMYGOD, SO-"

[holylulusworld]

Gun for hire (1)

Summary: You’re his next target. Nothing else. Right?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Warnings: hiring a killer, Lloyd being Lloyd, being followed, sunshine reader

Gun for hire (Prologue)

Gun for hire masterlist

Lloyd curses himself once again.

He still didn’t get his money. His newest client is an annoying piece of shit. And on top of the pile of shit, this assignment turned into, the exotic beard wax he wanted to order was sold out.

In other words. Lloyd Hansen is fucking livid. 

This doesn’t keep him from following his latest target around town.

So far you went to work, bought a muffin on your way to the library, and talked to the librarian for half an hour.

Lloyd yawns, bored beyond belief. He never followed such a boring person. Most of the people he killed were criminals, or at least interesting. You’re just…too nice.

You made it your mission to visit the elderly librarian every day after work to make sure she gets her extra portion of sugar – hence the muffin you bought. Plus, you try to make her feel needed by asking questions about books you already read.

He’s close to calling it a day when a man walks past you and the librarian. The man bumps into your side and has the guts to yell at you.

Lloyd pokes his head around the shelf he is hiding behind to watch you smile at the man. He can’t believe that you smile at a man yelling at you not moments ago.

“Crazy,” he concludes but decides to watch you for a little longer. Assignment or not, he’s got nothing better to do today.

“Sir,” you carefully pat the man’s arm while you speak to him in a low, but soft tone. “Your day must have been hard.” You batt your eyelashes, and smile again. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been so rude, right?” 

The man suddenly smiles and apologizes repeatedly. The man’s whole demeanor changed so suddenly Lloyd could not believe his eyes.

“Drugs maybe…or a hidden gun?” Lloyd wonders. No man ever changed their opinion so fast without being under the influence of drugs, or in danger. “That woman must be the devil in disguise or something. She must be more dangerous than I first thought.”

“Come on, do something more exciting,” Lloyd grunts as your daily routine drives him up the walls. He looks at his notes again and sighs deeply. 

He rereads his notes and tries to find new information.

“Work. Buying something sweet for Grace, the elderly librarian. Talking to said librarian for half an hour. Going home. Watching TV.”

This is not how imagined his Friday night would look like. He wanted to spend it at his favorite strip club, a pretty girl’s mouth wrapped around his dick.

“She’s so…” he rubs his tired eyes, “boring. I can’t believe someone wants to kill her.” Lloyd ignores the kink in his neck and his burning eyes, or the fact that he’s watching you giggle at something your elderly neighbor said. “I hate her so much.” 

He could just end your life or call it a day, but he keeps on watching you smile and giggle. “She’s a fucking ray of sunshine. What the fuck!”

Lloyd shakes his head. Today someone spilled coffee all over your pretty sundress. Your boss yelled at you. And you lost your phone.

Nothing seems to ruin your mood. You are still laughing and joking with your neighbor.

“I should just go over there and kill them both. Less headache for me – a house and a car for my client,” Lloyd is tempted to get his gun and silencer out to shoot you and your neighbor. “Maybe later. I need to unlock her phone first…”

Lloyd rolls his eyes while scrolling through your phone. There are mostly pictures of bees, flowers, and cake on your phone. No interesting or naughty stuff. 

“This woman can’t be real. She buys sweets for the librarian; cooks soup for her sick neighbor and has a fucking insect hotel on her veranda. She’s crazy…this must be it.” 

He nods to himself. “I need to find out more about her. Maybe some files are password-protected. I know she’s hiding shit from me.”

“Boss, it’s two weeks,” one of Lloyd’s men dares to say. “He didn’t pay.” The man clears his throat. “The woman is still alive too. What is your plan?”

“I need to find out more about her,” Lloyd grunts. He doesn’t need one of his bootlickers to sniff around and find out Lloyd is following you because he’s fascinated and a little grossed out by your bubbly personality.

Your friendliness is hard to stomach, and he wants to find at least one thing you try to hide before he kills you.

“Boss, he didn’t pay,” the man insists. “We don’t work for free. That’s rule number—” A gunshot ends the man’s life. 

“Rule number four is to never doubt me and my decisions,” Lloyd sneers at the dead man on the ground. He snaps his fingers at one of the others. “Clean this up. I got a job to do.”

“Boss…” the man nods and goes to work.

“And bring me her boyfriend. He broke our contract and didn’t pay me a single buck. I want to know why he believes he can fuck with Lloyd fucking Hansen.”

“What are you doing at my house?” You take a step back. A stranger is standing in your living room, a gun with a silencer aimed at your head. “Oh…Tommie.” You shake your head and sigh. “He’s such an unhappy man.”

Lloyd cocks a brow at your reaction. You don’t scream or beg. Instead, you are concerned about your ex-boyfriend.

“He doesn’t have the money to pay me back for the house and car,” you conclude and nod to yourself. “But he has the money to pay you?”

You take a step toward Lloyd, taking him by surprise. He backpaddles and aims his gun back at you.

“You don’t look like a guy he found on the street and paid him twenty bucks. You look like a…” You tilt your head to look the man in front of you up and down, “professional.”

“Sorry, but you got to go…” He murmurs, wondering a little about his words. It’s the first time he said more to a target than hello and goodbye.

“Uh-okay,” you wring your hands. “I just ordered takeout. Can I eat it before you kill me?” You cock a brow. “You know, the whole last meal thing and stuff. I got dessert too. Please don’t let me die hungry.”

Lloyd is stunned. No target ever accepted their fate without fighting back. Most of them at least begged and pleaded or offered more money.

“You can have some dessert too,” you softly say. “I guess in your line of business you don’t often get invited.” You giggle. “You know, because you kill all of your clients.”

“I don’t kill my clients,” he sighs. “Fine, have your last meal. You are giving me a fucking headache, sunshine.”

“Aw, that’s a cute nickname,” you point out. “Do you call your girlfriend that too?” You ask while walking past Lloyd. “I’m going to eat now. Please don’t shoot me before I finish my meal.”

“Just shut up,” he grunts and follows you inside the kitchen. “Why are you not screaming or throwing a tantrum?”

You shrug. “We all must die one day. Right?” Watching Lloyd, you smile. “Please don’t shoot me in the face. Someone must identify me, and I don’t want them to see me like that.”

“You always think about others first.” 

He watches you prepare two plates of food. You watch him watching you. He cocks a brow, believing you will try to trick him. “It’s not poisoned. I’ll eat it too.”

“Do you want to sort things out first?”

“I got everything sorted out,” you smile. “I’m just worried about my neighbor and the stray cat I feed. They are both old and need help.”

Lloyd shakes his head. “You must be crazy thinking about others while a stranger threatens to kill you.”

“I thought you wanted to kill me, not just threaten me,” you round the counter to place a plate close to him. “I didn’t take you for someone making empty promises.” You run your fingertips over the hand holding the gun and smile. “Right. Mr.…?”

“Lloyd,” he says and drops his eyes to your finger running over his hand. “Are you flirting with me?”

You look him straight in the eyes and smile. “Why would I flirt with my executioner?”

Gun for hire (2)

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[takes1]

bratty tsukishima x manager!reader enemies to lovers

warnings. none for this part. stay for steamy stuff in later parts ;) content. tsukki not knowing how to handle a crush/enemies to lovers!/manager!reader/gn!reader for this part, could change?/passive-aggressive tsukki/daichi being a friend/suga being a friend/future smut/future sexual frustration notes. i'm branching out! first haikyuu fic! not done with mha but it just doesn't motivate me to write rn :( links. masterlist for mha. my ao3. PART TWO HERE

You were walking back with a full case of freshly mixed sports drinks for the team when the whistle blew for a break. The entirety of Karasuno was on you at a moment's notice, rowdy despite their long practice.

A plethora of 'thank you's and appreciative mantras filled your heart as you were able to hand out bottles.

The first to swipe them were the first-years that sprinted up to you, trying to beat each other in their own intense, but good-natured race. Then the less excitable members, like your fellow seniors, that gave you slower and sincere thanks, shoulder pats, and tried to engage you in conversation.

Except, you had to make sure everyone got theirs. Which left the bane of your existence.

He sucked his teeth and looked away, disinterested in hydrating as soon as he realized you were handing them out.

"Tsukishima, come on," Suga heeded a subtle warning, but his mistake was turning away to speak to the others- and not following up to ensure the first-year did this simple task.

You weren't going to hold up a bottle for the kid all day. This was ridiculous and beneath you. Your arm slapped down to your side.

Everybody knew he had some issue with you. His disliking for you was nearly automatic upon being placed on the team, but it had somehow grew to a new intensity each day you had to interact.

Little instances like this one added up quick. And it didn't take long to notice, especially amongst your longest friends.

It boiled down to something about you being enough to piss him off, much like Hinata and Kageyama of his own class. For those two, it was relatively harmless bullshit. For you, the structure of the team hinged on him listening to you as his senior and manager.

"I really don't know what's gotten into him-- I-I'm so sorry," Yamaguchi spoke through gritted teeth.

He would've blabbed for much longer on his friend's behalf like usual, but he stopped short with a chill when he found your mirrored cool, upward stare.

"You don't need it anyway," You set his full bottle back into the case with a loud thump, "You haven't even sweat today."

It was a tad bit of an exaggeration, but his growing habit of letting certain spikes through had been prevalent enough to catch your attention. It bothered you because not only did he so quickly run out of steam -much sooner than the others who got the same court time as him-, but Coach didn't always notice his faults the same way you could.

You didn't try to look at him more than the others, truly. Your job hinged on being objective and you liked to think you did a great job at that. Lately though, it'd been tough not noticing every little shitty idiosyncrasy of his.

The way he hit the ball. The curve of his body into the net when he leaped into the air. The angle he liked to hit. The side he favored. The amount of steps he took before he jumped.

He wasn't as skilled as he let on. They could all use improvement, but his cockiness really ate at your patience. The others at the very least pretended to listen to you, and most took your criticism as a chance to improve. God forbid you comment on his faults, though.

The last time you did, his face had frozen with that ugly, twisted expression for the rest of the match.

Almost as soon as your accusation met his ears, that unbelievably fake calm demeanor crumbled into one serious mixture of aggravation.

His jaw tightened and he glanced around your stone-cold stare.

Bitter, he almost seemed to loom over you as he wiped his forehead with an oversized palm. His gaze remained unfaltering, ever so hateful, and he squeezed a closed fist in between you.

Sweat drip, drip, dripped onto the gym floor.

Head cocked, he opened his mouth to speak-- but Daichi slapped a mighty hand onto Tsukishima's upper arm. His forced grin -a welcome sight at this point- came into view.

"Thank you for volunteering to mop today, Tsukishima!"

Sometimes, when you had these types of exchanges, everyone else just sort of... fell away. Despite some polite cover-up conversations, most of the other players had a sensitive ear to his attitude problem with you. They were practically trained to listen to you speak-- this, compounded with Tsukishima's quiet demeanor, and the gym usually fell just short of completely still.

The blond's scowl elicited your covered laugh as you were pulled away. Suga warned you quietly to not get too caught up in talking to the first-years, but it was difficult to focus on his words.

"Thanks," Was punctuated with the sound of Coach's whistle- he gave you a sympathetic expression and ran off.

You didn't realize how worked up you got until they all returned to the court to finish their spiking drills. They formed up in a neat line, one after the other.

Clipboard gripped a bit tighter, you took a big breath in. Then, out. Your heart settled.

Nobody likes confrontation.

SLAM!

Not unless they're a masochist or something.

SLAM.

Why did he have to pick on you? And not some bigger fish that was actually on the team? Your heart squeezed from the burden of it all.

S L A M !

Tsukishima turned to move to the back of the line, but made sure to catch your eyes before you could even think to ignore him. His expression was indescribable but nothing short of trouble.

@ me to be added to the taglist for this fic series! i have at least 4 more parts i want to do that will be substantially longer

[slutmegeto]

pet [2].

sometimes, it was better to listen. and sometimes, it didn't matter a damn thing.

part two requested by:

Can you please continue the pet fic it is super good tho a bit abhor but I like it😍😍🩷🩷 (@iluvjjkmennn)

Can you pls write p.2 for the pet one it’s literally the best Yandere fics I read so far it’s really bring out a lot of emotion love your work<3 (anonymous)

Do more Gojo pls (anonymous)

tw. yandere, dubcon, noncon, pet play, restraint, bdsm, collar, leash, orgasm denial, endurance play, implied past abuse, implied kidnapping, implied sexual content, no actual sex, barking

part one.

“kneel.”

you do the action with ease, a practiced movement that’s long ago been etched in your mind. sitting back so your bum hits the heels of your feet, you make sure your back is straight, hands held up before you, wrists curled.

“lay.”

no hesitation. no thought.

your head bows, chin touching the floor as you stare up at gojo through your lashes, arms still tucked tightly by your sides.

“up again.”

and, like before, you do it.

“good girl,” he praises, the action going straight to your core – enjoying the warm tone to his voice.

you’d made him happy.

“give me your paw.”

extending your arm out towards him, you hold it there patiently as gojo reaches behind him, pulling out a rope of black duct tape. He grabs your hand with a tug, curling your hand into a fist, giving you a look that means leave it – which, of course, you do – and then, in the next second, he’s peeling at the edge of the tape and wrapping it around your hand. He pulls tight, making sure the tape is flesh against your skin, wrapping layer upon layer until he’s satisfied and it’s impossible to stretch your hand out of a fist.

“the other one.”

the action repeats until you’re left with both of your hands taped into fists, leaving you unable to use your hands whatsoever.

“this is how your hands will be for the next week,” gojo explains at the doe-eyed, confused look you give him. “i want you to learn to stop relying on your hands. anything you need, you ask and beg for and maybe you’ll get it.”

like the pet he thought you were.

“is that understood?”

you move to nod, but before you can even move your head even an inch, gojo’s hand is tightly wounding around your jaw, grip pinching. “words, kitten. like i taught you.”

“y-yes, sir.”

you eagerly await his approval, eyes watching gojo’s face quickly as you wait for his response. when you see the first hint of a smirk curling on his lips, your body flushes with relief and happiness. it was always better when he was pleased with you rather than angry — and usually you were rewarded too.

“good girl.”

he stands then, leaving you sitting in place and you know better than to follow; instead, you let your eyes follow him, keeping your head straight ahead like you knew he liked but following with your eyes as far as you can. gojo leaves your peripheral when he enters his closet, and you hear him rummaging around, before he exits a moment later with rope in his hand. you can’t help the soft whine that leaves your lips in response, a reaction that causes gojo to grin wide, chuckling amusedly.

“don’t like the rope, kitten?” he coos, brushing back your hair from your face. you lean into the touch, letting him pet you as you nod eagerly, hoping that if you act more eager he will listen to your whine. “no? but you look so pretty with it.”

“please, sir, i’ll be good without it.”

“oh, i’m sure you will,” he laughs, “but i’m not putting it on you to punish you. we’ve got training to do.”

shoulders slumping, you force back the whine that threatens to leave your lips, having learned otherwise — once was already pushing it, and you were lucky gojo seemed in a relatively good mood today that he was willing to play around a little. but he wouldn’t stand you arguing against him any further, and you didn’t feel like being punished today — it was never worth what you fought for in the beginning.

stepping forward at your silence, gojo grabs your left forearm, pressing it tightly against your upper arm before wrapping the rope around it twice, tying it off with a tight knot; leaving your arm bent permanently. he does the same with the other, leaving you completely defenseless as he walks around you, stopping just behind you, pushing against the middle of your back, unable to catch yourself and instead, you land on your elbows with a light thud, a small yelp of pain leaving your lips.

he doesn’t give you time to recover, kicking at the bottom of your feet that has you jolting forward.

“feet up.”

listening with haste, not wanting to be kicked again, you press the heels of your feet against your ass, leaving your legs bent at the knee similar to your arms. and, just like your arms, gojo is quick to wrap a thread of rope around the middle of your calf and thigh, keeping both of your legs bent as well.iIt’s hard to balance at first, un-use to the position, leaving you wobbling on your knees and elbows, desperately trying not to fall.

“there,” gojo breathes out, “now you really look like my little kitten.”

your face burns with shame at his words, especially when you realize you can’t deny otherwise. you can only imagine what you look like.

he walks back in front of you, and peering up at him, you watch as he simply smiles down at you, obviously enjoying your struggle for balance. with cat ears on your head, a pink collar around your neck, arms and legs bound bent with your hands taped; you must look like a fool and pretty pathetic. more over, it’s clear you look like the kitten gojo is so desperate to turn you into. 

gojo’s little pet; just exactly how he wanted you.

“ow, we’re gonna do some laps, okay?”

your lips apart, but gojo cuts you off; “no complaining, or you’ll find out just how little patience i have left for you.”

wquickly shutting your mouth, you can’t help the shudder that flows through you, fear striking you deep as the memory of what had happened the last time you had disobeyed gojo. the pain was a nightmare you never wanted to relive. ever since tha lastt incident, gojo had had less patience for any sort of misbehaving. everything he said went and there was no arguing, no matter what. 

and you did it because in the end, that pain hadn’t even been worth it. and at the end of the day, you were still trapped by him, kidnapped by gojo and there was no escape in sight.

clipping the leash onto the end of your collar, gojo tugs at the other end; “walk.”

and you do, but not without struggle. it takes you a good three laps to get used to the movement, and honestly, even then you’re still rocky at best. balancing is one thing, but your knees and elbows start to hurt after the second lap, not used to having your entire weight balanced on them. and on the hardwood doesn’t help either, rubbing your skin raw and red. you’ve no doubt worked up a sweat, small cries of pain leaving your lips at the fifth lap, the action of putting one leg and one arm in front of the other gets progressively more and more hard.

but gojo doesn’t stop. doesn’t even look at you. he just walks, tightly holding onto the end of the leash, ignoring every one of your cries.

he’s cruel. you’ve always known this, learned that the day he locked you in that cage for the very first time – and yet, every single day, you learn just how much farther he’s willing to take it just to get you to do whatever sort of sick perverted fantasy he has. 

after the fifteenth lap, he finally allows you to stop. you want to collapse on the spot but gojo orders you to stay put, and so you focus on catching your breath instead, throat dry and gasping for air, barely able to pay attention to anything he’s doing as it takes all your effort not to fall to heap on the ground.

you don’t want to disobey him.

then, when he’s finally sat on the bed, and you manage to glance up at him through your lashes, gojo allows you to rest.

he orders you to kneel in front of him, and after a moment of struggle, you do so. your arms are forced up by your head, your hands truly looking like deformed paws with the tape around them and you stare up at him expectantly, eyeing the gag in his hands. it’s a ring gag, a metal circle meant to force your lips apart but still accessible for gojo to reach your mouth if he wanted.

“open,” comes his sharp demand. you let your lips part with a heavy chest.

the metal of the ring is painful in your mouth, stretching it wide and keeping it forced open as he ties around you. you try to flex your jaw, but it’s effectively trapped and you watch with shame as gojo leers down at you with a wide grin the second he pulls back.

“stick out your tongue,” he laughs, smirking when you do. “god, i love putting a gag in your slutty fucking mouth.”

you let out a gargled whine.

gojo is quick to move on, leaning back on his hands on the bed as he nods down at you; “lay on your back.”

it’s not exactly the rest you wanted, but it’s better than being forced to balance on your elbows and knees. it takes you a second to figure out how to even fall to your back, and you’re sure you look like an idiot as you do, falling to your back with a thud and a huff as your head falls back against the ground.

there’s a split second of reprieve, before you feel something pressing against your pussy.

a single glance up and you see it’s gojo’s foot.

“such a pretty pussy,” he grins, rubbing the sole of his foot up and down, and the sudden spike of pleasure that courses through you in response shocks you. it’s been days since gojo’s last touched you – every morning, he simply places a bowl of food and water in your cage, lets you go to the washroom, and then locks you back inside until he comes home. when he does come home, he doesn’t come up to his bedroom right away, not until another hour or so passes, then lets you go to the washroom (if you manage to not hold it in, you're spanked twenty times and forced to clean the mess yourself).

once that’s done, he has you suck him off, forcing you to swallow all of his cum, and you’re not allowed back in your cage until you open your mouth and prove every bit of it is gone.

you’re not sure why, or what you’d done, but gojo’s barely looked at you. the only time he has is when he’s using you for his own pleasure, using your mouth as his own personal cocksleeve, ignoring any cry of pain that comes from you. he doesn’t show you any sort of twisted affection, not like before or any words, not even to get mad at you.

today had been the first day, and you’d been elated.

but not as elated as you are now.

A muffled cry leaves your gagged lips as his toes hit your clit, rubbing in a way that has your back arching, arms and legs left hovering in front of you like a dog getting his belly scratched.

you’re panting like one too.

“aweh, I know baby, I haven’t been paying attention to you have I?”

shaking your head, you let out a moan as you feel your pleasure spike.

“you miss me?”

“Y-Yesh, shir!” you gasp out from behind the gag, words barely audible.

“You miss daddy touching you?”

you gasp, eyes rolling back as a heat builds in your core, spiking as he continues to rub his foot. “yesh, daddy!”

you’re sure your words make no sense, but you don’t care. you don’t how pathetic what you’re doing is. you don’t care that you’re calling him ‘daddy’ or that you’re doing so gagged and because he’s rubbing his foot on your pussy.

truthfully, it barely even registers in you that you’re getting off on his foot.

like some sort of bitch in heat.

“you want to cum?”

“yesh, daddy,” you cry, “yes, i wansh to cum sho bad! pleash, daddy! i’m-i’m sho closh!”

“yeah?” he eggs, and you feel it, you’re about to hit your orgasm, you can feel the pleasure, before it all of a sudden disappears. 

“well, that’s just too bad.”

blinking, you swallow thickly, the best you can, gasping as you try not to choke back on the saliva that has built, a choked cry leaving your lips as you raise your head, meeting gojo’s gaze. he’s grinning as usual, but there’s a certain perverted pleasure in his gaze as he stares at you pant and whine pathetically, a baffled look in your eyes as you’re denied your pleasure.

“today’s not about your pleasure, is it?”

brows furrowing, you shake your head.

gojo slips off the bed, kneeling in front of you. “i told you. you need to be trained.”

chest tightening, you still.

“so,” he starts, shifting himself back and grabbing you by the hips, lifting the lower half of your body until your pussy is right in front of his face, lips right in front of your clit. you can feel his warm breath hit your soaked pussy, causing a shiver to run through you as the sensation is too little for it to be enough. “today we’re working on your endurance.”

your brows furrow and he laughs.

“you’re not allowed to cum.”

eyes widening, you barely have time to register gojo’s words when suddenly, he’s pressing his lips directly against your clit. his lips suck on it, pulling it tight in his mouth in a way that has you screaming from the sudden feeling; pleasure coursing through your entire body. you feel your body tense instantly, arms and legs straining against your restraints as you fight to move, fight to get away from the sudden pressure forced against your clit. barely having time to recover from your last denied orgasm, this one works up even quicker, coil tightening in you as you gasp and moan, wriggling in gojo’s grip but unable to escape, the high building, until, just like before, it disappears in a blink of an eye.

your clit throbs, puffy and red, burning as gojo pulls back, meeting your gaze.

you’re barely able to contain yourself; frustrated and aching. “pleashe, daddy!”

he just laughs, rubbing at your ass, grip tightening when you struggle.

in a minute, his mouth is back on your clit, and this time, you almost feel your eyes roll to the back of your head when he pushes a finger in, the sudden intrusion feeling like too much. the fullness has your muscles tensing and a choked cry leaves your lips as your back bends, head pressing against the ground, arms wiggling uselessly.

you’re crying behind the gag, letting out gargled and inaudible cries and begs; desperate for release. for the sweet release of the orgasm he can provide you.

but, like before, gojo pulls away just before you feel that release.

he continues on. orgasm after orgasm being ruined, pulled from you, your clit throbbing so painfully you feel tears leak from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks as you cry, sobs and incoherent begs leaving your lips.

all that gojo simply ignores.

you don’t know how many orgasms you’ve been denied at this point; or even how long gojo’s sat there, holding you in place, while you writhe and struggle around him like a pathetic slut whose desperate to cum.

somewhere along the way he’d pulled the gag off of you, marks left on your skin from how tight it had been as sweat coats your skin. the bend of your elbows and knees is uncomfortable, slick with sweat, but there’s no escape.

there’s no escape from anything.

at that point, you’re sure you’d do anything just to feel relief.

“yeah?” gojo calls, pulling you from your thoughts with a dizzying blink; “anything?”

you’d said that aloud?

raising your head, you meet gojo’s gaze, hair sticking to your forehead with sweat, nodding.

“i want you to bark.”

body freezing, his words take a moment to register.

“i want you to bark like the bitch in heat you are.”

you’ve been stripped of everything. a bed, your home, your freedom. you’re not allowed to pee on your own, you’re not allowed to eat with utensils or even at a dinner table. you’re forced to suck off the man who ruined your life every night. forced to walk on your hands and knees, or elbows and knees now. you can’t remember the last time you’ve stood and walked like a normal human being. 

you’re forced to wear cat ears and a collar, leashed if you want to go anywhere…

you’ve been gagged, bound, whipped, burnt and more.

but he’s never made you bark.

oddly, it’s that that hits you. it feels like… like you’d really be losing everything if you did this one, simple thing.

bark like a dog. bark like a bitch in heat.

bark because you want to cum more than anything right now.

it burns, it burns so bad you can barely think straight. everything feels muddled, like a blur, and you’re warm, you’re sweating, you can’t move, you can’t do anything to fight or get away or defend yourself.

you can’t even touch yourself.

maybe that’s why, despite feeling like this is it – this is you really letting go, submitting to gojo, admitting to him and yourself that all you really were was his pet… you still do it.

you bark. loud and clear. repeatedly. you don’t stop, you keep barking, cheeks burning in embarrassment and your heart hurting with humiliation as you keep doing it, over and over again, like a mantra, sounding like some sort of crazed, broken doll.

but, what’s even more sickening, is when gojo’s lips press back against your clit and he pushes two fingers in instead of one, rocking back and forth, fucking you with his fingers and sucking you off and finally, finally he lets you cum, practically squirting on his face as you scream and bark in overwhelming pleasure…

it feels completely worth it.

[luvelylaconic]

Jealous? Nah. (Yes.)

Gojo x Fem Reader: Part 3. MINORS DNI

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In which, you befriend Suguru and it doesn't sit well with Satoru. He's sure it's just because he doesn't want to lose his best friend, right?

Content: Possessiveness, Jealousy, Eventual smut, Jujutsu College AU, Slight Toxic Relationship, Sexual Themes

What did he mean he will do something about it?

Satoru's inner turmoil got the best of him as he sat on his friend's bed, still attempting to grasp the earlier conversation;

Did he mean it as a competition?

He wasn't one to back down on a competition- he always wins. So he will have you- not Suguru.

But that doesn't means he likes you in any means past a simple attraction, right?

He's nearly positive that once he gets it out of his system and gets the satisfaction that he's won you over Suguru, everything will return to normalcy.

But until then, he had to find a way to get close to you to begin with- enough for you to even talk to him at the very least.

He admits, he hasn't been the most friendliest to you. But that was the case for most people; he didn't bother to form relationships or make small talk with people. He found it mundane, pointless- due to the sheer fact he was the strongest, and everyone else was below him. He had no need to satisfy other people's inner need for these useless bonds that they craved so desperately from him. He had Suguru as a friend, and that was all he needed.

Or so he thought.

Because now he was facing a dilemma he never once thought he would face.

Sure, he's talked to girls before. But it was nothing more than some entertainment; having someone to take with to the club when Suguru had a date, or someone who had connections to parties that he could tag along with. And with the occasional, but very seldom time, where he did go further with them- it was nothing more than to satisfy the needs he even admit he has.

But he never once had a label on any of these arrangements, nor has he kept in contact with one girl for more than two weeks.

He could also count on one hand the amount of girls he's slept with- or actually,with only three fingers... or two...?

Satoru starts to think if one even counted. He either tends to forget girls from being under the influence (which he now realizes he doesn't enjoy doing), or simply does not care to remember.

Because the times he did do anything beyond having them as company, it was with a simple need in mind. He didn't particularly enjoy anything from it and found himself with regret instead the following day. So at some point, he just stopped seeing girls all together.

And no one dared to judge him for it, which he was content with him.

But now he was at a complete loss on what to do with you.

He's sure it will come naturally. But the thought of you not being interested has him uneasy, he's never faced rejection. And the possibility of being rejected by specifically you felt even worse. 

Because, even though he would like to deny it, there was that part of him that wanted you to genuinely like him.

But he chose to ignore that thought as he sent a text to you,

Hey, thanks for the notes. What's your coffee order? 

-

When the next day followed, Satoru made sure to get ready a bit earlier than usual to stop by the coffee stand before class- making sure the order was exactly what you requested.

Even sending a quick picture to Suguru of the coffee with a text that follows,

Don't worry about making her coffee today ;)

He now waited at the same seat from yesterday, leaving your drink sitting beside him on the desk as he sipped on his very sweet and sugary drink, that perhaps didn't even count as a coffee anymore. 

But when he saw you walk in a little later than usual, he made a mental note on how slowly you moved and how your eyes didn't leave your feet as you made your way up the stairs of the lecture room. Your bag barely in your grasp as you tugged it along.

It wasn't until you sat down did he notice how absolutely drained you looked; your complexion dimmed, your eyelids looked heavy while the area under eyes began to darken slightly, and when you smiled at him while thanking him for the coffee- the smile didn't reach your bright eyes like they usually did. 

"What happened to you?", he murmured as he set his coffee down, adverting all his attention to you.

You only sighed, rubbing your eyes from exhaust, "Yaga set me out on a high priority mission last night. I got back an hour ago."

Before he could ask anymore details, the professor began talking and you were quick to start your notes like you usually did. 

But he kept on thinking about Yaga. Why did he send you out? Alone at that it seems. Why couldn't he had sent him instead- it would have been taken care of faster that way. 

He also didn't like the thought of you possibly struggling on your own in the middle of the night, with nobody there to protect you. The thought of it irked him, only adding another thing to the list of reasons he doesn't particularly like the higher ups. 

But it's whatever, he finally concluded. You were a first grade after all, and you didn't seem physically hurt by any means. Just... exhausted.

He then brought his attention back to class, noticing in his peripheral the way you were struggling to keep up with the lecture. Your notes didn't have your personalized details, and you often left information out- your main focus being to keep yourself awake more than anything.

So he took it upon himself to slide the notebook away from you, then grabbing his much neglected pen from his pocket,

"I'll take notes for you.", was all he said before he began jotting down the notes where you left off, not giving a second glance as he did.

And you nodded in appreciation, not in a place to contend- as you now leaned into your arms, allowing yourself to close your eyes for a little. All while Satoru made sure to add every detail he possibly could to your notes, making sure they were as pretty as yours. And as pretty as he thought you looked while you napped.

-

"I think he took it the wrong way when I said I would do something about it."

Shoko groaned in frustration as she flicked her lighter that now ran dead, only igniting small flames that weren't enough to light her cigarette. But Suguru was quick to grab his out his pocket, lighting it for her. She sighed a thanks before inhaling in,

She then exhaled out after a few seconds, letting the smoke fan out around her as the cigarette sat on the side of her mouth, "Leave it to Satoru to take it that way."

The raven hair man shrugged, "I was only trying to help. Be a wingman, I suppose.", he then took a few steps away from Shoko, settling behind her against a wall, hoping the smoke smell didn't linger on him.

He knew you didn't like the smell of smoke. It was obvious every time Shoko lit a cigarette near you. But you were always nice about it, typical of you.

"But why go through all the trouble?", she once again took a hit from the lit stick, a longer one this time, "I thought you liked her."

Smoke once again puffed out, a big cloud now surrounding the two. 

"I do."

Shoko finally turned her face towards him, looking at him through the corners of her eyes,

"Then, why?"

Suguru thought for a moment, 

"Because I care for Satoru too, and i've been worried about him.", he began as he started walking away, knowing she would follow suit, "I know being the strongest sorcerer gets to him, it would to anyone. But he has it so warped that he thinks he doesn't need anyone else. But he does. He needs someone that isn't me- someone that can help him and be there for him in a way I can't."

The trailing girl took the cigarette out of her mouth, stomping on it, 

"And that someone is Y/N?"

"Yeah, I think so."

[moo-moo-does-art-222]

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spa night; all of the other girls were “busy”, so celina dragged poor harvey into it. (of course, none of them were actually busy, she just wanted an excuse. she’ll show the gals the pictures later.) ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

he loves her too much to say no; but if he has to endure one more face mask he might go crazy. maybe nail polish will make jas more likely to get her vaccine when she visits tomorrow? who knows.

the face masks are homemade from ginger island seaweed and they smell…interesting. ﹏𓊝﹏

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Hey homies, I’m going to try to post every day that I can from here on out! I have a backlog of ideas and drawings that I want to get out of my system. School is busy right now with exams starting tomorrow, so doodling is a good outlet for some of that good old ~stress~.

I also discovered today (wasn’t active on tumblr for YEARS since the og days), that since this is my secondary blog, I can’t follow and/or follow back all of my lovely moots from my main; so if any of y’all come across this, follow me so you can see more than just my reblogs!

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[plumearia]

Part Four; MList

cw: reader has trouble sleeping, other people are drunk, about 500 words

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“One more round!”

A chorus of cheers followed soon after. Bakugou sighed. He wished he could be anywhere but here.

For this year’s team bonding trip, the director planned a trip to a popular onsen on the other side of the country. While his co-workers were looking forward to it, Bakugou was not. If this trip wasn’t mandatory, he’d still be in the city celebrating with his friends—with you.

Yet, here he was surrounded by intoxicated men, some were nodding off.

He took the last sip of his drink, staring at the falling snow through the window. He got up from the floor, grumbling as his knees popped.

“What’s going on?”

Bakugou looked down at his co-worker. His limbs were sprawled all over, and his face was a deep red.

“I’m going down to the hot springs.”

“Take me with you,” he whined.

“Hell no,” he grumbled. “Rest, idiot. You drank too much.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did,” he said mockingly. “And answer your phone, dumbass. It’s been vibrating for an hour already.”

Words slurring together, he replied, “yeah, yeah. I’ll answer it later.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. He leaned down and took the pitcher from the table. Using his empty cup, he filled it with water then laid it next to his co-worker’s head.

“Drink. I’m going now.”

He left the room quietly, stepping over limbs and ignoring calls from other people to drink with them. He was halfway down the stairs when his phone rang.

He removed his phone from his pocket, then his eyes widened in surprise.

It was you.

He tapped on his phone rapidly. Softly, he breathed out your name.

“Hi,” you muttered.

“Hi?”

“Yes, hi.”

“You don’t call at—” he looked at his watch. “At two in the morning just to say hi.”

“Can’t I call my best friend just to say hi?”

“Woman, you should be sleeping.”

“You should be, too!”

The line went silent. You listened to his footsteps down the stairs, and he focused on your gentle breathing.

“Talk to me, yn.”

You sighed.

“I can’t sleep, Bakugou,” you complained. “I tried everything! I took a bath, I tried listening to this boring podcast, and I even fucking tried meditating but I just can’t—”

You gulped then whispered, “I just can’t sleep.”

Before he could reply, you continued, “I tried calling him, but he wouldn’t answer. And I don’t—I don’t know who else to call, so…”

So you called me.

He sighed, “He’s drunk. All of our seniors were pressuring him into taking shots with them.”

“Oh,” you murmured.

“It’s tough being the newbie.”

Once again, the line fell silent. It wasn’t the usual silence. It was uncomfortable, you thought.

Meanwhile, he reached his room. Instead of reaching for his towel, he went out to the balcony and sat on a chair.

“Well, I don’t want to disturb you—”

“Yn,” he cuts you off. “Don’t say that.”

“But—”

“No. Do you want to know what we did today?”

Before you could reply, he went off listing all the activities they did. He spared no detail. He complained about sightseeing during the day. How they were forced to walk around and take pictures at each stop. He boasted about how he won each table game that night. How he slaughtered his co-workers and won his department’s ping pong tournament. He talked until his mouth ran dry.

He finally stopped talking when he heard soft snoring through the phone. Smiling, he rose from his chair and entered his room. He laid down on his bed and went to sleep, the phone call still on.

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[kayhi808]

They Met in Delacroix - Part 2

Life works in mysterious ways. You followed some loser thousands of miles across the country only to be dumped and left with nothing & no one. This was not the life you envisioned for yourself. Tonight you're in the arms of the Winter Soldier, flirting and dancing under the stars of a cloudless Louisiana sky. Who would have predicted this? Not you.

You've never had this much fun. Laughed this hard. Or felt so welcome & included as you did today with Sarah & her family. And Bucky. You finally had to throw in the towel & pull Bucky off the dancefloor. "I can't remember when I've had this much fun," grabbing a bottle of water & taking a long drink, "Or danced this much! You're a very good dancer, Sargeant Barnes."

Leaning in, "it helps when i have the best partner."

"Smooth," you laugh.

"You like that?"

"No," you dead pan. His smile slides off his face & replaced by his scowl, which makes you laugh harder. "No, you made me feel like Cinderella. It's like I've run away to the ball."

"Did I, princess?"

You smile & nod, "But...I really need to go or else I'll turn into a pumpkin."

"What? Why? It's still early!"

"I've got an hour drive back home & I work a breakfast shift tomorrow."

Groaning, "Okkayyy." You laugh at him & he smiles. He unlocks & hands you his phone. "So you don't have to leave me your shoe." You gladly enter your number, already hoping he'll contact you.

You say your farewell to Sarah & the family and Bucky walks you to your truck. A bunch of cars have left, so you'll be able to maneuver your truck out of there. Buck open your door for you & gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Drive safe & let me know you got home ok." He shoots off a quick text & you hear the chime from your bag. "That's me."

"G'night Bucky."

******

The days pass & you and Bucky start texting each other. The notifications from your phone puts a smile on your face knowing it's Bucky.

Wednesday morning comes around and you help set up the restaurant for the day, since you have the morning shifts. You're still new, so you get stuck with the day shifts & not the very lucrative evenings. You'll get there. You can't really complain, it's for a high end restaurant, so daytime tips are better than a lot of places. You look up and find Sarah making her usual delivery, but Bucky trails in behind her carrying the coolers. He gives you a wink as he navigates the kitchen. You smile, but hurry back out into the dining room to get out of their way & to try & get control of your emotions. He's just too handsome. You distract yourself by wiping down the tables before opening, when Bucky walks over.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"I was wondering if you'd be working this morning."

You nod, "I usually work breakfast/lunch shifts."

Bucky nods, 'Nice."

"Yeah."

Sarah hurries out of the kitchen, already having completed her transaction. "If you're going to ask her out, hurry up! We still have 3 more deliveries to make. Move it!" She smiles & sticks her tongue out at you as she passes, jogging outside to prep for the next delivery.

Bucky throws his hands up in the air, "Come on!" He looks back at you & his cheeks are tinged pink. He gives you a crooked smile. "So about that," rubbing the back of his neck with his Vibranium hand.

"Yes, I'd like that very much."

Bucky laughs, placing his hands on his hips, "That wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. You'd want to go out with me?"

"Mmhmm."

"Ok, great. I'll call you later & we can work out the details."

Sarah leans on her horn, "BARNES!!"

"For the love of God!" He glares out at Sarah in her truck while you laugh. He turns back to you, "I gotta go." He leans in to kiss your cheek, "I'll call you later, princess." He dashes outside & you can see Sarah heckling him.

*****

It was decided that Bucky would drive up to New Orleans. There wasn't much to do in Delacroix besides fishing. You didn't live in the nicest neighborhood. When your ex broke up with you, you were left with literally nothing. You lived at his place, he supported you. You had to use up all your savings to secure a deposit & first months rent for this little studio walk-up and your used truck. You especially didn't want Bucky to see how & where you lived. It was embarrassing.

You threw your denim jacket over your yellow floral sundress & headed out to meet Bucky. You agreed to meet for lunch in Jackson Square at The Gumbo Shop.

As you cross the street to the cafe, you already see Bucky leaning against the side of the building. He's early. He gives you a single wave & straightens up as you run up to meet him. "I'm sorry! I hope you weren't waiting long."

"No, I was early. You're fine." He holds you at arm's length, "Don't you look like a ray of sunshine."

Looking down at your dress, "Too bright."

"You look stunning." He grabs your hand & leads you inside.

*****

Bucky is so attentive all through lunch. He has a way of getting you talking about yourself, and you end up telling your story. "So, this guy leaves you with nothing? Doesn't even offer to help you get back home?"

"It's not like we were married, I couldn't demand 'half'." Shaking your head, "I didn't really have much back in California. I don't have family. It was cheaper to stay here & make things work." You can feel the anger rolling off Bucky in waves. Reaching across the table you grab his hand. He notices you don't even flinch that its his Vibranium hand. "You're very sweet to be outraged on my behalf."

"That's not how you treat someone. Especially someone who uprooted their life to follow you across the country. Things don't work out, I get it, but still."

"Lesson learned, right?" trying to make light of the situation. "Besides, if I didn't get stranded, would we be having the best gumbo EVER?" Bucky is still glaring. "Or would I have gotten to play Cinderella & dance under the stars with an Avenger?" That brings a blush and a small laugh out of him. You shrug and laugh, "It may have been worth it. I'd do it again."

"I'm sorry that happened to you." He said it with so much sincerity, it almost makes you cry.

"Thank you, Bucky."

"C'mon, lets get outta here." Bucky pulls you out of your chair to wrap his arms around you, and dropping a kiss at your temple.

You spend the rest of the afternoon wandering around the Sculpture Gardens by the museum eating gelato & talking about everything under the sun.

As you were curled up in bed that night, texting Bucky good night, you go over the events of the day & it was truly the best date you'd ever been on. Maybe after experiencing such turmoil with your ex, you deserved this little bit of happiness. You realized you were speaking the truth earlier. You'd go through all that again knowing you'll have this time with Bucky to enjoy.

@mcira

[basilone]

Folks, I hope whichever writing you’re working on today creates joy for you!

Just this past week, I wrote a good 3k worth of words that were born from an idea 2AM me had. 2AM me is a different animal, you know. 😉 2AM me does not really care about what I’m “supposed to be working on”. 2AM me sees my prompt-filled inbox and shrugs at it. 2AM me has never met an outline she can’t ruin, has never encountered writer’s block once she gets going, and has most certainly never given a hoot about if there are going to be people willing to read the thing. 2AM me cares about one thing and one thing only: does writing this vague idea fill me with complete and utter joy?

So. Here I am. 3k words into a mafia AU that will likely not see publication beyond a groupchat with friends. 3k words into a story that features no canon characters from the shows we love, but features several of my original characters instead. 3k words into a story that is, in no particular order, doing the following: feeding my love for particular tropes, allowing me to explore my OCs in a different setting, giving me a better handle on how my OCs express certain emotions and ideas, fueling and clarifying certain aspects of the main fic these OCs inhabit, and taking away all my self-imposed pressures about needing to have a finished and publishable story as “proof” that I have spent my precious free time well by being productive.

And, friends, I’m having a blast. I’ve talked some of my friends to death about this already because I’m so excited. I’ve spent more time working on the outline for my actual fic in this past week than I have in all the weeks of this year so far because writing this silly AU gave me the confidence boost to sit down and figure that out. (That pesky outline that's been eluding me for months? Pretty much complete at the time I write this.) I’ve gained a truckload of stuff to use as special tools that will help other writing later on. And it’s all made possible because 2AM me had an idea and morning me went “well okay why not try it on for size just once”.

So, I’m writing you a permission slip. Work on what sparks joy. Work on something that inspires love in you for an aspect of your storytelling, for your characters, for the world you’re creating in. Forget about your inbox and comments and requests. Forget about your WIPs you’re either rotating in your head or threatening to smack like a piñata until the complete fic rolls out. Forget about prompts, polls, and whatever you think people’s expectations of your writing are. Work on the little idea you can’t shake, the OC that’s bugging you, the ship that won’t let go, the AU that can fit soooooo many tropes in it, and I promise you that all your other writing is going to fall into place too.

Give yourself the opportunity to love and be joyful about your creativity! I’m allowing it! 💙

[mytardisisparked]

I wrote a lil something X-Files flavored for Mother's Day. @singeart and I were talking about Maggie and Mulder and their dynamic and here's the result :)

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Other Mothers; Other Sons

The second her mother’s door was open, Scully felt herself being engulfed in a tight hug. She smiled and did her best to return it with equal vigor, even with her arms pinned to her side.

“Hi Mom. Happy Mother’s Day.”

Maggie Scully pulled back, still holding her daughter by the shoulders. “Thank you Dana.” The genuine joy and gratitude in her eyes was almost overwhelming. After a moment, she released Scully and took a step back towards the door. “I’m almost ready to go, do you mind waiting just a moment while I finish up?”

Scully shook her head and they went inside. 

“Don’t get too comfortable!” Maggie threw over her shoulder as she breezed towards the bathroom. “I’ll be 2 seconds!”

“Okay.” Scully smiled after her. She lingered in the kitchen, looking at a couple of new pictures of Charlie’s sons on the fridge - he must have sent them in a card. The two boys were grinning wildly at the camera in that way that children do, with no regard for how much is too much. It made Scully smile wider herself. 

She turned to the rest of the kitchen and her eyes landed on a large bouquet of lilies and baby’s breath on the table. Those must be from Bill. Or, more likely, his wife, she thought. She stepped forward and, in a moment of petty, sibling-like curiosity, plucked the little card from the flowers to see who’s handwriting was on it.

She froze. The handwriting was familiar. Very familiar. It was not, however, Bill or Tara’s handwriting.

Written in the same loopy cursive that was at the bottom of all their case reports to Skinner were the words: Happy Mother’s Day!  - Fox.

The confusion evaporated as quickly as it developed; her mother had mentioned several times what a comfort Mulder was while Scully was missing, and Mulder had made a few comments himself about how much he liked Maggie. Scully also knew that Mulder’s relationship with his own mother was fraught - she never told him, but the emotional abandonment Teena inflicted on him has always been a steady, hot fuel for rage in the pit of her stomach. 

She knew he went to visit Teena for the holiday. A phone call to him that evening would probably be a good idea.

“He dropped those off this morning.” Maggie’s voice made Scully jump. She turned to find her mother leaning in the doorway, all dressed up in her Sunday best for brunch. “He’s a sweet boy.” She smiled.

Scully nodded. “I-” She swallowed, unsure of what to say. “Yeah.”

Maggie gave her an all-too-knowing look before walking over to touch one of the lily petals. “He said he was on his way to visit his mother today.”

“Um, yeah.” Scully took a breath. “He’s taking her to lunch, I think.”

They were both quiet for a moment, and Scully wondered how much her mother knew about Teena. Eventually, they looked at each other in sync; Scully saw the same knowledge that burned in her own gut burning behind Maggie’s eyes.

Scully looked away. “Did, um, did Bill call?”

“No.” Maggie turned to grab her coat. “I’m sure he will later. He’s probably not out of church yet.”

As Maggie moved to the door, Scully bit her tongue against the frustration cresting in her chest. She looked one last time at the pictures from Charlie and the bouquet from Mulder, and then followed her mother outside. 

[riddles-n-games]

A/N: Hello friends! Here it is, the long awaited fake dating fic I've teased since March. I'm so sorry for the wait, this fic took too long to truly develop in my head and while I had fun, I'm mad I didn't get it out sooner. Enjoy!

“-and then?”

“And the-what do you think I did, Mystery Girl?” He eyed her smugly, the bastard, and tapped the side of his head. “Hmm? Use that smart brain of yours.” 

“...Jamie.” There was warning in her voice. Her patience would not be tested today; Xander’s experiment in robotics club already did that. But Jameson’s eyes were alight with mischief and there were the beginnings of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Then… I told her off.” 

Avery frowned at him, giving a look. The look; Alisa taught her well. It did the job and the younger Hawthornes were secretly afraid at how frighteningly accurate it was. As though it was Alisa herself. “No, you didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t.” 

“...”

“Jameson! Seriously, tell me you didn’t.” She looked at him shocked, hand on his shoulder as he shook his head with an amused huff.  “Jamie, I’m being serious here!” She swatted at his chest. The boy was asking for it and trouble was the only call he always answered. Apart from hers, of course. And his brothers, too, but that was a given. 

He laughed. “Ok, ok, MG. I didn’t do it… or did I?” 

Avery stopped beside him, crossing her arms and sighing exasperatedly as she waited for his laughter to subside. A moment later, he stopped and looked at her, grinning cheekily. For some reason, her mouth went a bit dry. It was unfair how infuriatingly handsome he looked. Wait, where is this goi-

“Turvy, you okay? Aves?” Nicknames; his way of coaxing her out of her thoughts and in rarer cases, expressing his concern. She blinked out of her trance and smiled at him.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” She watched as his semi-concerned expression morphed into a playful smirk again. Ever the chaotic chameleon.

“Hold on. Are you checking me out? After all this time, the moment has come. I finally meet the standards of Miss Not A Chance to get a look over. My day is made.” Rolling her eyes as he let out another lighthearted laugh, she put a hand on his arm and pulled. 

“Come on, let’s go. Let me walk you to your next class before you take another wrong turn to a stairwell that conveniently leads to the roof. Actually, you haven’t even gotten your textbook yet so let’s head to your locker first which just so happens to be on our way.”

But as she took a step, he tugged right back and twirled her into him. He leaned in close, whispering, “It’s okay, Heiress. I don’t mind. I know I’m good looking and that leaves some girls flustered.” It was in the silence that followed that she knew with certainty he had a shit-eating grin spreading slow and steady across his face, thinking himself so clever. Instead of rolling her eyes like she usually did, she shivered, feeling very affected for some reason. Her heart beat faster at the subconscious reaction. 

When he moved back, the sudden tension in the air broke and she could breathe again, taking a quick look around the hall. Thankfully, there weren’t that many students, just a few closing up their lockers and making their way to their next classes.  

She knew they were technically fake dating but their deal was still fairly recent and they hadn’t come out in public yet as a couple. Maybe she was used to his proximity since they were good friends but this was new. They displayed physical affection for each other, especially him as it was his love language, but this felt intimate and different. Avery wasn’t quite sure what to make of it and why the sudden effect he had on her. 

She shook her head and then looked at him, punching him playfully in the shoulder. “Nice try, Hawthorne, but that’s not happening.” 

He shrugged. “Worth a shot.” This time she did roll her eyes and pointed to his locker. “You, physics textbook, now.” He groaned dramatically before approaching his locker, looking back at her forlornly with a slight pout as he opened and slowly dragged out the wretched book. But his eyes caught her attention. Despite the funny expression, his eyes held that intensity when he was wholly focused on something, usually a puzzle and this time, her. Trying to shake off the feeling, she looked up in response to his theatrics as he proceeded to close the door. 

It was a bit overwhelming, this new focus he had on her, something she picked up on since he started spending more time with her than ever before. He seemed to have a constant need to distract himself from the anger and pain that Emily caused him but it didn’t feel purely based on that. There was a shift. She noted how intently he paid attention to her post break up and in the moments when he thought she wouldn’t see, she saw the little smiles or the way he would just watch her contently as they worked on homework. And she knew that something had changed but only a little while ago did she start feeling the effects of it herself. Although it scared her, she didn’t find herself shying away from it either.

Not wanting to dwell on it anymore, Avery took hold of his arm as soon as he secured the lock and tugged. “Come on, let’s go.”

Jameson frowned at her, “You’re no fun, you know that?” 

She turned to him and smiled mischievously. “I know, that’s why you keep me around. If you haven’t known by now, I’m your unofficial handler. I’m just not paid for it although Grayson and Nash probably thank me for doing so. You and Xander.” 

“Oof, now you’re just not being fair. That’s playing dirty, Aves.” She shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say? I learned from the best.”

“I think they taught you a little too well,” he grumbled but Avery simply patted his hand and pulled him along. As they walked he started to mess with her a bit by pretending to struggle against her, pleading with her to go hang with him on the roof for a match of rooftop golfing. “I’ll even let you take the first two turns.” She snorted. They both knew she didn’t need a head start to beat him. When Avery Grambs had her mind set on something, the world was at her feet. 

This was them; jokes, teasing, nicknames with interesting back stories, light hearted jabs with meaning, comforting light touches, secret signals, deep talks late at night when no one would hear, solving puzzles and riddles no one else knew how to do, being so in tune with each other’s expressions… Avery loved it. It’s part of what kept her grounded in the past year. She drank in the moment, Jameson’s beaming face, her hands around his arm, the sound of her laughter. Yet she didn’t have enough time to revel in it because there was a storm coming their way.

A red hurricane was making her way down the hall towards them and Avery knew then, peace was lost. Jameson froze beside her at the sight.

Emily Laughlin; golden girl of Heights Country Day, darling of seemingly every gala in Texas, “the Hawthorne keeper”, and now, Jameson’s ex. In Avery’s mind, she was the Strawberry Menace that somehow managed to damper her mood every time she appeared. It was the equivalent of dropping one of Libby’s superior chocolate swirl cupcakes or finding the scone plate void of blueberry ones with only lemon-flavored leftovers in Xander’s wake. 

Avery had a motto in school; stay quiet and out of trouble but remain observant. Like anyone else, she knew the hierarchy set in secondary but after moving to Texas and enrolling at a private school, the differences between her old life and new one couldn’t have been more like day and night. The power dynamics of rich kids in a private school system were blown to new proportions as so many intricate details about one’s wealth, connections, and history seemed to play a role in status. This certainly had affected her introduction and integration but somehow she was still able to slip under the radar, at first.

And it was nice, taking back at least a piece of her old reality, and she relaxed, ready to be the quiet one in the corner again. In New Castle, she mostly kept to herself and never really liked drama which was why she tried to keep out of it. It wasn’t that she was shy but there just never seemed like anyone could be there for her in the way Max did, even with her halfway across the country. However, that wouldn’t be the case anymore, especially with the Hawthornes as regular company. 

They were all charming, witty, funny, adventurous, some more than others but none without their quirks. Yet, despite the wealth, their way of living, and larger than life characters, they all managed to work their way into her and Libby’s lives. And little by little they also managed to worm their way into Avery’s heart and they wouldn’t leave. She wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Although, there were downsides even to being friends with Hawthornes. Avery got along best with Xander and Jameson but that also meant where those two were, there was Emily and her posse. Until recently.

With Emily having been found out to be dating Jameson and his older brother Grayson at the same time with them both blissfully unaware, all hell had broken loose. The boys were affected badly; Gray had taken it the worst but Jameson was in a full blown fury. Out right he told her that he was breaking up with her and that if she were smart she would leave Grayson alone too. Avery had been very proud of him for that, taking up the mantle to protect him and his brother’s honor even though it was equally difficult for him. 

Of course, Emily did not take that message well and for the last two months she’d been trying to do whatever she could to make them come around. The audacity the girl had was astonishing and despite a tarnished reputation, she would still stoop so low; Avery may have despised her but marveled her tenacity. Sometimes she wished she had more of that herself. But Jameson had put his foot down and was holding it firmly in place which unfortunately meant that with every new attempt Emily became more unbearable. Like now.

As the Menace neared, Jameson hooked an arm around her and she felt him tracing two adjacent lines on her wrist then squeezing it. Over and over again. He was trying to tell her something. They started that a few months ago, before the breakup, as code for when there was a clue one of them found during Saturday games and didn’t want to alert the others to it. His brothers hadn’t caught onto that yet. As for this code, she knew the squeeze was reassurance as in “Don’t worry.” but the first part confused her. Was that an L, a V, or a check mar- Check mark; as in “All good.” He was telling her that he’s good and can handle it. 

Right as she finished that thought, he spoke up. “Hi Emily. What can we do for you today?” His tone was controlled, conversational, and his composure steady but Avery sensed the underlying unease. What he was really trying to say was, No, I can’t help you, leave me alone. And can you despawn from the map while you’re at it? 

“Jameson.” The Laughlin girl stopped a few meters from them, sounding hesitant and giving her best withered look. Avery would give her props for the effort but after being witness to this act more than a dozen times in the past two weeks, it was cumbersome. “Can we… talk?”

“Sure! The weather’s great today. Might take my new bike out for a spin on the track. Actually, the weather’s been treating us pretty well for the last while, right Aves?” 

She side-eyed him but nodded in agreement. “Yup.”

Emily’s eyes narrowed slightly at her but she kept her demeanor in place. “Actually, I was hoping we could do so in private?”

Jameson grinned wickedly. “No, we may not. But if you do have something worthwhile to say, you can say it in front of me and Avery.”

“I see… You’ve already moved on.” Her tone started to sound sour. “Yes, and we’re very happy, thank you very much. Is that all?” He’s having fun with this.

“I always thought you two were a little too close for my taste even when we were together. Guess I should’ve known this would happen eventually.” Playing the victim card… Nice.

“Well, yeah. We never made our friendship a secret. It was pretty out in the open from the start that we got off pretty well since she moved here. You know, the way we used to when we were friends, Em. Hmm? Remember that? But oh, that was before a certain nasty betrayal occurred on your part, might I add.” Now he was just taking it too far. Avery wondered if she would have to tame the flames soon but Jameson paid no heed as she subtly elbowed his side. Instead, he simply grabbed her arm and wove his fingers around hers. She tried not to show her surprise as her heart sped up again.

Emily growled, “I never meant for it to happen that way Jamie-” “Jameson.” “Right, Jameson. I was new to this and had feelings for both of you. Believe me, I was very conflicted about the whole thing so I-”

“So you just decided to date both of us in secret without the other knowing for six months while we poured out the best of us into farces of relationships and you stabbed us with a knife in the back in return for our goodness. Gotcha. Nice talk,” he nodded along while winking mockingly and Emily glared back. The tension was just getting worse and Avery sensed her time was coming. 

“No, I’m sorry that happened. It shouldn’t have happened that way at all. But it did, I recognize that was very wrong of me but I really was trying to settle on one of you; it’s just you’re both so great and I was lucky to have even just one of you paying attention to me.” Cue the tears, roll the credits; Avery was rolling her eyes internally. 

“I’m gonna call cut. A word of critique; bull. Shit. You are one of the most attractive girls in school, you know this, so don’t pull that with me. Second of all, didn’t you hear, love triangles especially with brothers aren’t in style anymore. Not since Damon and Stefan on Vampire Diaries. And much less cheaters at that. But you just find yourself the exception as you always do, don’t you Emily?”

She scoffed. “Oh, that’s rich coming from you. You were basically emotionally cheating on me with her. Don’t try to deny it. I saw it; the talks, the inside jokes, the fact she was invited to elusive Saturday games much sooner than I ever was, how she was always on your team, and your weird handshakes. You were so touchy feely with her.”

Jameson quirked an eyebrow. “You know, for someone who claims that she’s all-seeing, clearly you’re blind. I kept a very respectful distance with Avery throughout our relationship and only did those handshakes when we were in public after accomplishing an assignment or a puzzle. We teamed up a lot because you almost always wanted to be with Gray despite my protests. Oftentimes we also didn’t share the same time slots for classes although I wanted to be with you and because sometimes Avery was, I wanted to help her integrate. It was something that my grandfather and Nash asked me and Xan to do. Our talks-” he sighed. “Look, I can go on but you would just turn that on me when you’re the one at fault here. End of story.”

“Oh, so you're her mouthpiece now? Miss Quiet As A Mouse can’t speak for herself; cat got your tongue?” That last remark was directed at her. Jameson wanted to protest but she put a hand on his chest. She could handle it.

While Avery avoided Emily like the plague and did her best to be polite when she had no choice but to interact with her, she did not tolerate mean girls. She had a voice and she wasn’t about to let a discounted rip off Regina George ruin her day by having her run her mouth. Plus, she’s being a disgrace to the real one. Yes, Max made her watch some cult classics back in seventh grade and it was one of the films she actually enjoyed but she would never tell her that. 

“What Jameson just said is all true. Plus, I was getting the signals from you. Don’t think for a second that I missed a single of your dirty looks when we hung out in a group. I knew you considered them yours. But last I checked, I often declined his company and was more so with your sister, Xander, and still I preferred my sister most to all of you. I’m not one to stray from my zone that often and it was because of Mr. Hawthorne that the boys got so involved with me. You were just an unfortunate addition that couldn’t find harmony because of your jealousy. Rest assured, I wasn’t ever after your crown but I did care about them as a concerned friend.” There. That was her piece in the matter. 

Emily laughed brokenly, letting her very fake tears stream down her fair cheeks as she swiped at them in a manner of attempting to regain composure. It was laughable. “If you think like that Av-ery, then you’re the biggest convincing liar I’ve ever seen. You-”

“Choose your next words carefully. Because next time there won’t be any talking or pleasantries of any sort; we’ll walk right on by. And if I hear you’re harassing Avery, consider yourself on the receiving end of a restraining order.” Jameson’s words resounded in the hall as everyone around them was intently listening to the argument. Emily was always one for a show and while Jameson wasn’t one to care, he was aware that Avery was. It felt debilitating as she felt eyes on her but she tried not to pay attention as she was sort of privy to this already at major events when she was photographed with Xander at comps or charities as a special guest of the Hawthorne family.  Yet school felt like a different story because of how life worked with teenagers where everything was under even more scrutiny. 

“Fine!” she spat. “Just know I loved you but she most certainly doesn’t. She will never appreciate you the way I did and trust me that this is gonna be a short-lived relationship so when she leaves you high and dry, don’t come crawling back to me. All she’s gonna prove to be is a giant fake that wants you for your money; a filthy gold digger from dirt poor New Castle. A nobody! She and her sister!”  

Avery didn’t bat an eye. Although she felt anger flaring inside her at the jab at Libby, the most she did was send Emily a concentrated stare that dared her to say it again. However, it was her best friend that took that most to heart in the moment.

He wasn’t having it. His facial features were strained; mouth pursed in a grim line and long gone was the cool façade he kept up for the sake of fake pleasantry. She saw the telltale signs of irritation; clenched jaw, left eyebrow twitching ever so slightly, eyes glazed over with a steely edge and he was biting at his lips. His hands were balled into fists and his body was as taut as a bowstring, ready to strike out. He’s pissed. Avery couldn’t tell if the situation would escalate to the point it ended in a fight, if he was going to blow a fuse or just walk away. 

She’d be surprised if he didn’t put up some more arguing, though, as of late, there were quite a few instances where he simply left the scene. Maturity maybe, but this is still Jameson we’re talking about. 

And yet, what he did instead was something she never saw coming. He turned her way but before she could ask what was wrong or register what was happening, his lips were firmly against hers. He simply dove down and kissed her. Just like that. No words, no signal, no nothing. All she got was a moment to see his determined gaze turning on her, no prior warning, and then he was kissing the breath out of  her. 

Avery froze; her brain was shutting down and she didn’t know how to move her limbs. Jameson, thankfully, wasn’t phased and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Her body was still on autopilot but she knew her feet were shuffling forward and while it took a moment longer, she finally managed to react. 

Her hands found their way to his chest, grasping at the lapels of his blazer. She felt fuzzy, he was warm and solid against her and his cologne smelled nice and he was so good at this and… For what felt like a small eternity, he kissed her and she was started to relax. But as Avery was about to reciprocate, he pulled away just as quickly. Opening her eyes right after was a mistake because she was blindsided by the disorientated feeling overwhelming her. Is this the infamous Cloud 9? 

She was still clutching at the blazer, her grip having gone lax, and her other arm fell slack by her side. The only reason she realized she was still holding onto him was because he’d wrapped his hand around hers, squeezing it to give her reassurance but even that was over fast.  

“Come on, Avery.” When he said her name, the world came rushing in and subsequently, she became aware of everyone else, including Emily herself, gawking at them. Suddenly, she wasn’t so disoriented. Although she was still trying to recover from that surprise kiss, her mind was catching up and the underlying sense of embarrassment and horror were coming back in full force. If her cheeks weren’t flushed before, they were now as she was unable to look away from everyone surrounding her. But Jameson decided they weren’t sticking around. 

He grabbed her hand and tugged lightly, pulling her after him. She allowed herself a second more to linger on their audience before turning forward, focusing her eyes on the back of Jamie’s head. In her semi-dazed state, it was probably the better decision in favor of her standing there frozen with her mouth open and eyes widened like a confused fish. 

As Jameson dragged her away from the scene, away from Emily, the onlookers and the uncomfortable intensity of their stares that seemed to follow them down the hall, only then did reality wake her to the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. They were just friends… weren’t they? 

She was just being a good friend helping him out by agreeing to fake date him to get his ex-girlfriend off his back because she had simultaneously dated him and his brother and kept both their relationships a secret, right?

If so, then why did he have to go and kiss her like that? They’d agree to kissing, yes, but friends didn’t kiss that way. It felt more passionate than necessary, like there was something deeper he was trying to convey than just his frustration and fury. Admittedly, she did like the kiss just a little more than she expec-Wait, she wasn’t getting a crush on her friend, was she? 

Oh no. This wasn’t in the rules.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I will be announcing my next fic(s) for release very soon. Reminder, all my fics are also on AO3 for you to read if you prefer that platform under the pseudonym ThePuzzledWriter. Bye!

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Lyney and the reader are close, so close the reader might've liked them a bit more than normal amount ever since they started hanging out, but... Recently, lyney has been spending more and more time with a brand new friend, so much, they don't have time for the reader or don't have time to see them waving from the hallway. But, lyney and the reader are dormmates, so lyney didn't take long to figure out that the reader has closed themselves in - not coming out of their room, hardly attending lessons, with lights dull in their room. Their heart was aching, they never hang out with anyone as much as lyney, and the liking they had for lynch made it worse (might be a romantic liking). One night lyney couldn't sleep and his ears heard the slight sound of... Crying..? Was it his dormmate in the other room...? His....friend?

Wait by the door like I'm just a kid- Lyney x Gn!reader

And watch you tolerate it.

t/w- fear of being replaced, slight yelling I mean very slight.

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Lyney smiled, not at you but at someone else. You'd never seen him this happy, only with you. The brightness on his face hurt more than anything else. Why wasn't he this happy with you? Your heart ached, you couldn't tell Lyney you liked him. It was obvious that he didn't like you back.

His laugh echoed through the corridor as you turned away and headed back to your dorm, clutching your chest. As if you were trying to hold the pieces of your heart together. At your dorm, the best you could do was curl up into bed. You should've been happy he was smiling but it only brought you down.

"Lyney..." You muttered clutching your pillow. "I'm so stupid.."

It wasn't until later that night he came back into the dorm. You were long asleep. Lyney had noticed you weren't at lunch, but you might've just had some work to do.

The next day was much the same, Lyney was still talking to the person, almost ignoring you completely. You stayed in your room, staring at your laptop trying to find any motivation to do anything. But it was so hard, your fingers resting on the keys, eyes blankly staring. It felt all too hard.

You gave after God knows how long, and sat back in the comfort of your own bed. The pillow and stuffed toys on your bed being your only comfort. However today you decided to have for dinner. You walked to the closet fast food restaurant you could manage. The air con by the door hit you suddenly causing you to jolt. You walked over to the order station, just getting some chicken nuggets and whatever drink you felt like.

"Hey Y/N!" The one person you didn't feel like seeing was standing a little away from you, and guess who with.

"Hi, Lyney, and friend."

"Oh sorry I haven't introduced you too yet. Y/n this is Gaming. Gaming, Y/n."

Gaming smiled brightly at you, "Hi y/n! Would you like to join us?"

"No thank you." You said politely. "I've got work to do."

"Don't overwork yourself, please."

"Yeah, Yeah." Your order was called, and you quickly left without saying goodbye.

Back at your apartment you again couldn't focus on anything, your mind just kept wandering back to Lyney. How happy he was, without you. Lyney got home not long after you and gave you a quick hello before collapsing into bed. He seemed the fall asleep quickly because after that there was just silence. You decided to follow, crawling into bed, and pulling up the covers to your face.

Tears slowly dripped out of your eyes. You tried to keep quiet because lyney was in the room directly across from you and he never shut his door. But it was hard. You choked out sobs, gripping the pillow so tightly your knuckles turned white. Your sobs were so loud that you didn't here lyney in your room.

"Y/n? What's wrong."

You rolled the opposite directing from him hoping that he would give up, but you knew he wouldn't.

"Y/n-"

"Its you Lyney! And that stupid boy! You just stopped talking to me!"

Lyney looked hurt at your yelling, but you couldn't keep much of it in anymore.

"You just stopped talking to me y/n... I thought you hated me. You got so wrapped up in your work and just ignored me for weeks."

Now you were the one to get hurt. "Oh... Oh my Archons... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean too.. I..i."

"You know I could never hate you y/n?"

"Really?"

"Really."

He leaned closer and gave you a little peck on the lips. Enough to make you blush.

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#SavetheWinchesters pt.2

Summary - This is the long-time-coming sequel to my fic #SavetheWinchesters. After months of campaigning, they finally find out the network’s verdict.

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x reader

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A/N - We now all know the unfortunate fate that The Winchesters met with. So, thanks to a little reminder from @ozwriterchick (which was now ages ago…I’m so sorry this took so long!) of the original fic I wrote I’ve decided to finally follow it up. Sorry for the lengthy hiatus, life’s been hectic, plus I am working on something big that I’m hoping will be ready to share with you soon. Thank you for your patience and continued support, and welcome to anyone new! I love you all!!

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You, Jensen and the rest of the cast of The Winchesters have been campaigning hard for weeks and now it’s finally time to find out the verdict. You have a video call scheduled with the executives later today. The anxiety for their decision and your husband’s reaction has had you tossing and turning all night. With the sun finally pouring through the windows you roll over and kiss his cheek as you wrap an arm over his chest and snuggle close. You feel him stir and wrap his arm around you as well. You hear a toilet flush down the hall, signaling that at least one of your kids is already awake. 

“That’s my sign to get up…” you sigh. 

“Or you could stay here a little longer. They won’t starve.”

“No, but I have to get them ready for school, otherwise they’ll be late because they’ll just watch TV or play with their toys instead of getting ready.”

“So responsible…”

“Someone has to keep this house running. You may pay the bills, but this place would be chaos without me.”

He leans over and kisses your lips softly, still half asleep. “And I hope you know how grateful I am for everything you do. There’s no way I could manage all this on my own, yet you make it seem so simple.”

“We do it together. Now come on, help me wrangle this lot and don’t forget you promised them you’d drive them to school. Plus, you’ve got that meeting later.”

You try to sit up but he wraps his arm tighter around you and holds you down to kiss you again. When he pulls away he asks, “About that…Will you do it with me? We are partners on this project after all.”

“Just on this project?” you tease playfully before pecking his lips. “Of course, I’ll do the meeting with you. We’re partners in every sense.” You peck his lips again and then get up. You throw on your robe, go downstairs to check on the kids and start getting them ready. You find them just as you expected, sitting in front of the TV watching the morning cartoons. “Alright, kiddos, who’s had breakfast?” As expected you don’t get a single response, they’re too engrossed in the Great Dane on the TV. You pour out a bowl of cereal for each of them and then let them eat in front of the TV. If nothing else, it provides a good distraction while you brush and style their hair neatly. 

Jensen finally comes downstairs, after showering and getting dressed for the day, and makes you both a coffee and toast while you make sandwiches and pack snacks for the kids’ lunches. You work together in perfect harmony. After years of not having him around often for these mundane mornings, you’re surprised at how well you fall into sync when he is. 

While he drives the kids to school you tidy up, get dressed, set a load of washing, and then set Jensen’s laptop on the kitchen counter for the meeting. Then, while you wait you scroll through your social media, checking on the status of the hashtag and retweeting some of your favourite posts despite knowing that the decision is already made, one way or the other. Still, you can hope. Also, it doesn’t hurt to boost the support for the show in case you have to start searching for a new home for it. 

You smile as you hear the alarm system beep off and on in time with the front door opening and closing. “How was traffic?” you call out as you listen to your husband’s footsteps getting closer.

“Busy…But I do enjoy that time with the kids. I missed it for so long” he says as he rattles the keys in the bowl.

“I know, but you’re home with us now. And even when you go again, we know you’ll always come back.”

Jensen sits on the couch beside you, wrapping one arm over your shoulders and kissing your temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He looks over at your phone. “I hope they say yes, today. I hope we convinced them…It’s such a good cast and crew and I have so many ideas.”

“I know. I hope so too…But even if they don’t, it was an amazing wild ride. They’ll all go far regardless. You know what the industry is like.”

“I know…Never get your hopes up. Everything is a blessing. Don’t put your fist through the drywall…blah blah blah…I just…”

You can feel him tensing up. You place a hand on his cheek softly, forcing him to look at you. You kiss his cheek, the tip of his nose and then his lips. You whisper against his lips, “I know. I love your passion and love for these people, but you need to calm down.” You feel him relax slightly as he kisses you back deeper.

“Thank you…”

When the alarm alerts you that it’s 10 minutes to your meeting with the network executives, you both get up and set yourselves up in front of the laptop. Your hand rests reassuringly on Jensen’s knee while his hand rests on yours. You wait in the video call lobby for them to join. Once they finally do, it’s a whirlwind; a rush of words that you can hardly process as you feel your husband tensing up and gripping your hand tightly to ground himself and likely stop his Dean from showing. Once you finally catch up, you try to save the meeting.

“Thank you for taking the time to consider us. We really appreciate this opportunity.”

Jensen gives them a polite nod before slamming the laptop shut and pacing around the kitchen. You give him a few minutes to walk off his frustration and calm down before you stand up and wrap your arms around him.

“I really thought we would’ve changed their mind. Did they not see? All the posts? All the support? How hard the actors worked?”

“I know…” You try to comfort him but he pulls away.

“I’m gonna go workout,” he says before storming down the hall towards your at-home gym. 

Your heartbreaks for him, you know how much he put into creating the story and world and how passionate he is about the up-and-coming actors. You text the main cast: Meg, Drake, Jojo and Nida to invite them to a video call in a couple of hours. You figure it’s best to give Jensen some time to work the frustration out of his system before talking to them. 

To keep yourself busy, you hang out the washing and start preparing dinner. When Jensen finally returns, he’s freshly showered and changed into a fresh outfit. He wraps his arms around you from behind and places his hands on yours to stop you from chopping the vegetables briefly. “I’m sorry…” He kisses the top of your head.

You turn around in his arms and wrap your arms around his neck, careful not to touch him with your dirty hands. “Did you apologise to the punching bag too?” you jest which causes a small smile to pull at the corner of his mouth. “It’s fine, Jens, really. I understand. I’m sorry about the show.”

“Me too. I guess I should call the others…let them know before they find out the hard way…”

“I’ve arranged a call in about…” You glance over at the clock. “Ten minutes now.”

He pulls you in for a soft kiss. “You’re so perfect.”

You do the call together, just like the disappointing one earlier, Jensen holds you tight for support. Once everyone comes online you and Jensen gently give them the bad news. You try to soften the blow by emphasising how well they did and that the cancellation is in no way their fault, but a disappointing result of budget cuts and the difficult times with the threats of industry strikes on the horizon. You both encourage them to keep auditioning and expanding their careers and skills. Then you finally finish by thanking them for their time and passion in helping bring your and Jensen’s vision to life and help with the campaign, even if it didn’t go the way you all hoped. 

After saying your goodbyes and shutting off the camera, Jensen kisses the top of your head and stands up. Then without a word, he slinks off down the hall. You shoot a sad smile at his back. Despite knowing the industry is rough, it’s been a long time since things haven’t gone his way. After 15 years of a guaranteed job and so much say in the character and direction, he’s not used to the pushback and being shut down. You know he’ll accept it and come back to his bubbly self in time, but it will take just that. So, in the meantime, you continue to do what you can; finish the laundry and dinner and pick up the kids from school to allow him some time alone to process everything.

When you get back home, the kids run outside to play. You cut up some fruits, put them on a plate with a few cookies and then wander out to the deck. You go to call the kids over to get some snacks but stop when you hear your husband’s soft voice and the perfect melody from his guitar. You smile and sit in the chair beside him enjoying the unexpected, accidental serenade. 

“She keeps on loving me

Loves me the way I am

She's not just along for the ride

She's my biggest fan

Lord, it's a little old piece of heaven

When we lay down at night

She keeps on loving me

And I keep on wondering why”

As he finishes the song he winks at you and you smile. “I stumbled on this song a while ago…it’s perfect for us…”

“Everything is gonna work out. It’ll be hard for a bit, sure. But there is an upside…” You look over at the kids playing on their swing set and then back at Jensen. “Until your next project, we can just enjoy a little time as a family without the looming thought of you having to leave for weeks or months at a time. I know they’ll be happy about that.”

“Yeah…That actually sounds really nice. Just us as a family, no looming deadlines or projects. We’ve never had that before.”

“New, unchartered territory. But I’m game if you are?”

He smiles at you and nods before calling out, “I’m gonna eat all these cookies!” He picks one up, opens his mouth wide and holds the cookie close to his lips teasingly. The kids sprint over and pout until he places it back on the plate. Once they sit down to eat, Jensen decides to share the news. “So, how would you guys feel about me being around a little more permanently for a while?”

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