#their push and pull dynamic finally FULLY explained

[warningsine]

I know that's right. Misty's 1.01 smile was not meant to be evil at all. She helped Natalie. Again. <3

"Natalie and I had a bond you'll never be able to understand."

[virginreprise]

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jackson!joel miller x reader ✧˖ * °

✧. ┊ ddlg dynamics, smut, fluff, edging, mean and soft joel, so basically joel, squirting, daddy kink, unspecified age gap, dirty talk, established relationship, just more of my depravity pretty much

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─── ⋆⋅. AO3 .⋅⋆ ──

“C’mon, baby, don’t cry.” 

There’s a hand down your face, another dancing along the skin of your stomach and pressing against the flesh—calming the heaving breaths that come with the tears. 

Both legs are shaking with the exertion, your lips trembling as you rub your thighs together in a desperate attempt to tip yourself over the edge. To finally give yourself relief from the nauseatingly painful ache that leaks between your legs—seeping into the crevasses of your brain and rendering yourself a dumb, whimpering mess at the faux sympathy and shaking determination of the object of your desecration. 

“Joel,” you whisper, throat too sore from where his cock had been inside it previously to open your mouth more than an inch. “D-daddy.” 

“Shhhh, babydoll, s’okay.” 

Through your blurred eyes, you can see his smirk, the undeniable pride that lingers in the pits of every bruise on his body; every scar that disappears when he has you so desperate. 

“It’s not,” you manage to whine. “Daddy, please, it hurts.” 

All he does is laugh, kissing uncharacteristically softly along your body—a distinct difference from the harsh treatment of your poor, abused cunt he had been toying with for the past hour. Sweat was glistening along your skin, naked as the day you were born save for the frilly little socks on your feet he had insisted you keep on in case your toes were to become cold. Couldn’t have that. 

No, Joel’s little angel baby could not have cold feet. That level of discomfort was far too much for the man to allow. It was perfectly fine to have your clit rubbed raw and swollen, however. That was a pain you needed for your own peace of mind. 

“I know it does,” he muttered with little sympathy, thumb running over your nipple—a jolt at the sensation and Joel’s smirk widening at the discovery. “Oh, honey, you’re so sensitive, ain’t ya?” 

You peel your eyes open to scowl at him, the condition he’s worked you up to making you so irritable you could hardly care if he was disappointed in your attitude. 

“Yes!” you whine, hand clawing at his shirt—the object of your desires hovering above you, still fully clothed whilst you lay naked and sweating. “Daddy, please, I haven’t been bad!” 

It was the truth. Joel knew it too. You’d been his perfect girl all these weeks he’d been busy helping control the dangerous amount of infected that had been hoarding the mountains surrounding Jackson. Long days and late nights, a tired and consequently irritable Joel coming home to a sweet and obedient you that didn’t cry, barely even flinched when he snapped at you that time you’d been rambling about your day and he wasn’t in the mood to find it endearing. You’d just quietly apologised and then crawled onto the floor to take your place at his feet—arm wrapping around his leg and face nuzzling into his thigh. 

He’d apologised the next morning and kissed you all over, more forgiving than he was now: hovered over you and pulling away every time you felt the coil tighten and threaten to snap. 

“I know you have,” he said matter-of-factly. “And daddy’s very proud of you but this isn’t a punishment, baby. I’m rewardin’ you.”

“No you’re not-” 

“Hey, now,” he scolded, gripping the hands that fisted at his shirt, wrapping his fingers around your wrists and pushing them against your chest; holding you hostage as he explained himself. “Don’t interrupt me or I ain’t ever lettin’ you finish.” 

You pouted, still defiant as ever but decided forgivingly to hear him out, mumbling a half-hearted apology and letting him speak. 

“I ain’t tryna make you feel bad, baby, daddy would never wanna do that to you. ‘Specially with how good you’ve been and I know it don’t feel too good right now but the payoff is gonna be somethin’ special, I promise you.” The grip of your wrists began to loosen at your quizzical brow, the contempt replaced with confusion. 

“But how-”

“Shh, honey.” He shook his head softly, bringing your hands to his lips and placing kisses along the knuckles. “You have to trust me. You do trust me, don’t ya?” 

You nodded enthusiastically, never one to deny the notion that you trusted him implicitly—he had your whole life and, despite his questioning, he would never doubt your devotion. 

“Then just let daddy take care of you, okay?” he mumbled against your collarbone, fingers sliding along your skin to nestle between your thighs again, stroking and pinching at your poor cunt once more—clit twitching as he played you with the expert precision that years of experience had gifted to him. Those goddamn hands that had your cheeks heating every time they touched softly along your skin; the most innocent of caresses sending you blazing hot. Skin marred. 

Heaving breaths came from your chest when he slipped his fingers inside your wet hole, slick running down your legs and creating a damp spot on the sheets. A stain that you would apologise for and he would clean, promising you that he didn’t care. That this house was as much yours as it was his now. 

It had been a quick transition: the way you began to permeate his space. Angel hairbrush on his dresser, panties hanging from the corner of the headboard and the smell of roses lingering in the bathroom steam. He kept you locked in the house that echoed deafeningly before you came traipsing through the front door—the adoration he had for you growing until there was nothing left except the sweltering, burning love that sparked the wood walls and encouraged the smoke that threatened to flame. 

You loved him; that much you knew. You loved the way that he took care of you, understood the grievances and the strife, understood the need to let go of yourself, to revert to that childlike personality you had lost years before you should’ve. The stunted childhood—lost to the corners of your nostalgic memory of what it was to be carefree. He let you not care. There was no responsibility, there in his arms. Your head was not full with the thoughts that came so dark in those hours of solitude that kept the blood pumping and your heart screaming. 

All you had to do was be loved by him; he made it so easy with the way he spoke to you. The way he loved you. 

“That’s my good girl.” The praise was dragged from him by a choked moan, his fingers curling, thumb playing with your clit and lips along your neck—bruising and marking. Time, as a moving thing, slowly began to soften his paranoia, and those blooming purple splotches along your neck and breasts, nipped along your thighs, were something to be proud of. Something that he looked at from the corner of his eye, smiling softly into his drink when Annie from the bakery worried over you—thinking naively that the marks were injuries from patrols you had been banned from long ago. Smouldering from afar as you tried to explain and then cowering when he would see Tommy’s disproving glare and Maria’s distaste grow stronger than usual. 

Marks that he created again in the sweat of his bed, with you whining and begging him for release. 

“Please, Daddy,” you sniffled, stomach tightening again—so easy to build you up after he’d deprived you so many times already. “Can’t take much more…” 

“Oh, my little girl.” There was a certain lilt to his tone as he cooed, an intentional quickening of his fingers that told you, even in your blissed-out state, that this was not the time. That he would pull away as soon as he felt you clamping around him and panting in the wake of your desperation. 

“Daddy,” you cried again, tears streaming into your temples, trailing along your scalp and making you shiver with the contrasting cooling of your blazing hot skin. “P-please don't.” 

“Don’t what, baby?” You groaned at his question, sobs falling at his laugh. “C’mon, angel, tell Daddy what you want. Don’t leave me wonderin’.” 

Your words were coming out in unintelligible babbles as the fire raged deep in your belly, spreading to your hips and forcing them to buck as they burnt—blisters appearing along your skin as you tried to ask him if you could come, tried to tell him how much you needed it, contemplating uttering that fateful word from your lips that guaranteed your safety. Cry in his arms for a bit and then smile as he softened and gave you exactly what you wanted.  

“C-come, Daddy,” you managed to whimper, ready to scream when he replied. 

“Say again, honey. Didn’t quite catch that.” 

You gripped at the sheets, sweating all over, feet too hot with the socks adorning them and cried into the pillows as he pushed you right to the edge of the cliff, holding you gracefully over the lip, keeping you teetering—stomach spinning. You begged him to let you go, to kick your legs out from under you and let you feel the sweet release. 

“Need to come, p-p-please.” For a moment, you thought you had him, clit tingling, palms sweating, chest heaving, ready to finally jump, and then as quickly as the hope had come, it was squandered as he pulled his hand away from your legs, and began shushing your cries—sobs fully encapsulating you as he took you in his arms and kissed over your face. 

“Breathe, angel, it’s okay,” he murmured into your hair, careful not to press his full weight into you as he pulled your chest to his and kissed the tip of your nose, each cheek, your forehead and then your lips—a choreographed worship that had become the biggest comfort to you in the times where he denied you everything you wanted. 

“Daddy…” you said through the sobs. “Why?”

“It’s okay,” he muttered, dodging your question with no grace and all brute force. “It’ll be worth it, babygirl, I promise. Daddy promises, yeah?” 

You shook your head defiantly, expressing as best as you could your irritation with him—a mood that he would let slide for now because he knew fully that you didn’t deserve what he was inflicting on you. You had been so good, the bestest of girls for him whilst he battled the long days and harsh conditions—staying as sweet as possible and knowing him well enough that being a brat purely because he wasn’t giving you enough attention, was not one of the ways to make him feel better. 

You had been good—his perfect girl. You deserved to come as many times as you comfortably could, and you deserved his love and affection—the softest of touches and the sweetest of nothings. 

But, he needed an outlet. He needed somewhere to put all the irritation and the gruelling mental battles—all the way inside you. He needed to punish you for his own peace of mind but still give you the sweet reward he was hoping to pull from you. 

“Listen to me,” he said sternly, looking you straight in your bleary eyes as you clung to the broad expanse of his back, adding to the maps of scars along the muscle with the unconscious press of your nails into his skin. “Daddy isn’t being mean, baby. I promise. I need you to trust me on this one and if you don’t, you tell me, okay? You know I ain’t gonna be mad.” 

And just like that Joel was there. Joel Miller, who treated everyone he cared about like they were fine china, was shining into the hedonism that darkened the bedroom. It softened your resolve, blessed by the beauty of every complexity that made up the man above you. So you nodded, the harshness of his eyes disappearing, the hint of a smile crossing his wrinkled brow and a promise sealed as he kissed you. 

“Okay,” you murmured, pussy still on fire, eyes still flaming with adoration and depraved desire. “I trust you.” 

The smile you got was an expression reserved only for these moments, times when he wasn’t being the stubborn, stoic man that you used to be so terrified of. The softness that he kept just for you—a woman that had captured him completely and made him feel revitalised by the innocence of your youth and the genuineness of your affections. 

A woman that he would watch squirm under the heat of his beckoning fingers as they slipped inside you once more, a determination in his eyes that smouldered and flickered until you were shuddering against the feeling—hips bucking into his hand, eyes fluttering closed as the tears pressed into your hairline, lingering in the corners of your eyes and spilling when your legs began to shake. 

“Daddy,” you whined, unable to think of anything but that goddamn word—the name that had completely changed your life on the barren plains of a cracked America, the solace of his arms and the comfort of the wondrous space he had provided for you. The safety. 

“Lean into it, babydoll,” he murmured over the squelch coming from in between your legs. “Relax for me…breathe.” 

His words soothed the burns, salve of his love stinging along the blisters and you let out a sharp exhale, chest slowing to a steady in and out. You braced yourself with a hand on his clothed back, whining at the feeling of fabric against his shoulders and trailing your fingers towards the hem of his shirt and tugging. 

The emptiness you felt when he pulled his fingers from you to rip his shirt from his body was almost unbearable, mumbling a high-pitched beg as your ears rang and your head went fuzzy. If you were just a little more conscious, you would’ve smiled at the unbelievable way he seemed to read you, his fingers slipping and thrusting as soon as the cotton hit the floor and his skin was against yours. 

“Better?” he muttered against your skin, a short laugh falling from his lips when you nodded eagerly and pulled him closer to you—desperate to feel him against you. You always were. You knew you were in trouble when he fucked you with his clothes on, the man knowing how much you adored feeling the heat of him against you, sweat against sweat, bodies completely entangled. You craved it. You breathed it. You devoted your life to the feeling of his body pressed against you and his forehead against yours as he breathed in every expelled depravity. 

It was building there again, clamping around his fingers, slick dripping and eyes squeezing shut as he pressed kisses all over your face—wherever his lips could reach. Devotion squeezed inside the domination, an overpowering feeling overcoming you as he began intentionally stroking at that damned spot inside you that he found with the same precision he killed—bloodied hands blooming inside you, scraping against the sponge and pressing his free palm against your stomach. 

The added pressure, the thumb against your clit had your brain ascending to euphoria, madness clawing at you as you tugged him closer; whimpering and shaking. 

“There we go,” he said proudly. “We found it, huh? I can feel you squeezing me. Gonna cut off my damn circulation.” 

“I’m sorry,” you cried pathetically, only recognising the scolding tone of his voice and not the jest that it was meant to be taken as, your hazy mind distracting you from yourself—pulling your body from its resting place and draping you amongst the clouds in heaven. A paradisiacal lunacy overcoming the sensibilities and leaving you in his hold. Trusting completely. 

“Don’t be sorry, sweet girl. Just focus on that feeling for me,” he requested, fingers still stroking, feeling still growing and transitioning. Something new. “It feel different?” he asked as if he were reading your thoughts. Half the time you believed that he really could see inside your mind and when you muttered a broken ‘yes,’ he nodded along with you, muttering praises that were laced with a fascination with your body’s workings—the mechanisms that brought you to such a brink. 

“Feels like-,” you heaved, moans deepening, fingers digging into his shoulders, marring the skin with sensual flagellation and scarring him with your love and desperation. 

“Like you’re gonna pee?” He finished for you and you nodded in confirmation, his fingers working double time now, pressing against your stomach as this foreign feeling brewed inside you—indescribably terrifying and equally enthralling. 

“D-don’t…can’t,” you babbled and a reassuring kiss was placed to the tip of your nose. 

“It’s okay, baby, just lean into it. Let yourself feel it, you ain’t gonna piss on me, I promise.” 

His strokes were so intentional, each swipe built to make you feel something so beautifully incandescent and sinful. His hand was flat against your stomach, his fingers guiding your hips upwards as he reached deep inside you, pulling cries from your mouth you had never heard before, thankful for the thickness of the walls and the security of his comforting words as he took everything from you. Swallowed every moan, every tear, every devotional that echoed along the four walls, seeped into the crevasses of the mattress and stained the sheets with a connection that could not be scrubbed from the fabric. 

“Feels- Daddy, it feels-”

“I know, honey, I know.” 

You begin to shake, thighs twitching and head spinning. Fingers scissoring inside you, a shit-eating grin on his face that you could only just make out through your tear-streaked vision and a gust of wind passing through your hair, sending it flying into the night as you reach the edge of the sea cliff and gazed at the crashing waves. 

It happened quicker than expected, more sudden than even Joel had anticipated when you begin to seize and go hurtling over the edge, gushing around his fingers, feeling the wetness spray all over him—all over the sheets that become soaked with the essence of you. 

“Fuck,” Joel whispered, enamoured with the way you arch and sing for him, trying to keep his own arousal at bay as you cry in his arms. “There we go,” he murmurs, coming back to himself as he feels you clinging to him; needing him close to you. “That's my precious girl…exactly what daddy wanted.” 

You’re jerking and writhing when he finally pulls away, dragging the slickness up through your folds, your legs closing around his hand when he brushes against your clit. 

“N-n-no, daddy,” you beg. “No more.” 

He laughs at the juxtaposition, the exhaustion that had replaced your desperation to come, the sensations that had overcome you: leaving you braindead. A state that he knew should not be taken lightly. 

“Oh, my baby,” he muttered. “You were perfect.” 

Your eyes were slow to open, his praise basking you in a light glow, illuminating the depths of your soul and replacing the broken pieces that he had just left strewn across the bed. 

“What…” you breathed out, legs squeezing together and a light moan gracing the room at the oversensitivity. “What did I just do?” 

“You just squirted, honey. Been wantin’ to try that with ya for a while now.” He said it so casually, like he hadn’t just given you an orgasm that rivalled every other release you’d had in your life—coerced by an hour of edging and begging; your body exploding into a diabolical rapture that replayed in your mind as he stroked your hair from your face. “Daddy’s so proud of you, baby.” 

You just whined in response, tugging him as close as possible, letting him rest on his side of the bed and pull you on top of him. You clung to him like he was your life source, breaths still steadying, cunt still tingling and three mumbled words on your lips that had been uttered so many times now you could hardly even remember your life before you adored him so ardently. 

“Love you, Daddy.” You buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent, happy with his hands all over you and his chest against yours. “Missed you so much.” 

He knew what you were referring to, he knew that you had needed his undivided attention—edged or not—for some time now. He hadn’t been as good to you as he’d wanted to be, quick fucks slowly replacing the languid strokes by the fireplace and the whispered words of devotion against the wall; it had been tough on the both of you. All those hours spent in the snow;  ugly, malnourished, infected lunging for him when he took a wrong step, fighting with all his might to survive. For you and the prospects that clouded your union. 

“I know, babygirl, I missed you too,” he confessed, pressing his cheek into the side of your head, lips pressing feather-light into your hair and his arms tight around your waist. He would not let you go. Could not bear it if you were to slip from his hold. “I ain’t goin’ nowhere now. You know I’ve got the next few weeks off. Gonna spend all of it with my girl. Gonna keep you fucked and fed, how bout that.” 

You giggled and shook your head, squeezing him tight and pulling your face from your hiding place to look him in the eyes. 

“Sounds perfect, Daddy.” 

He looked up at you, eyes scanning your face with a smile that lightened his old features, your hands cupping his cheeks and smoothing along the wrinkles around his eyes. And he let you touch him, let you admire his pretty eyes and strong jaw. All man and not mild. Strong and sturdy. Looking to protect you from the horrors that he daredn’t speak of, from the judgements of others until he’d convinced you that keeping you locked away was normal. That your contributions to the community was keeping him happy. 

A beat, silence permeating the tranquility and then you: managing to fluster the Adonis that lay underneath you. 

“You’re so handsome, Daddy,” you muttered. “The most handsome daddy ever.” 

Joel stared with poorly contained adoration, a smile playing at his lips, a glint in his eyes as he mirrored your movements and took your face in his hands. Thumbs stroked your cheekbones, playing at the softness of your lips and then trailing down the bridge of your nose. 

“And you’re the prettiest little babydoll I’ve ever seen,” he said softly. “My bestest girl.” 

Your cheeks grew hot, his praise and compliments that came far too often, always leaving you a grinning, sweating mess and you hid yourself in his chest, feeling the vibrations of his laugh as you rested your ear against his heartbeat and brought your thumb to your lips. 

You’d stay there forever if you could, naked, not afraid of the consequences of your vulnerability. Just completely safe in his arms, loved by a man who was so full of care he was bursting at the seams with a desire to protect someone. To protect you. And with a mumbled “I love you,” on his lips, a squeeze of your waist as he rolled onto his side, taking you with him, you understand what it felt like to be loved completely. To have every semblance of your being desired and wanted. 

If he ever left, you would have no idea how to reconcile the grief—how to cope with the loss of someone who gave you everything. 

So, you lay there and didn’t think about the next time he’d be on patrol. You lay there, in his arms, not thinking of the possibilities. He promised he would always come back to you. 

He would always come back.

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i have no idea what this is. i'm so tired i can't even be bothered to write this note. i wrote this in the past few hours and its now five in the fucking morning and i can barely see. please appreciate my effort.

[amutamika]

I have the headcanon that Mobei Jun is touch repulsed but also touched starved. Hear me out.

Demons don't really have emotional bonds (at least that's what we are taught, even though we see that there are exceptions, see Tianlang Jun for example). Mobei Jun is also one of these exceptions. As a kid he was practically glued to his uncle. Only to be betrayed by him as he tossed out little Mobei Jun into the human realm. This must have shattered something inside of Mobei Jun leading to his ongoing trust issues. And it makes sense because demons learn that even their own family can turn against them in a blink of an eye. This is the reason why he doesn't trust Shang Qinghua fully, even after more than a decade of them knowing each other. Therefore, only really starting to see him in a different light after Qinghua saved him in the final boss battle.

With his trust gone he also starts to feel touch repulsed. But also craving the touch of another, because in the end Mobei Jun has feelings and emotions. And he is deeply lonely.

And this is how I imagine it all play out with our two idiots:

And then he stumbles over Shang Qinghua. They are both young. And Shang Qinghua is so incredibly touchy. Right at their first meeting he clings to Mobei Jun's leg like his life depended on it (which it did). Mobei Jun hated it, but more so because it stirred up a longing deep inside of him.

And that's were the pining of these two idiots start. Mobei Jun man handles Shang Qinghua because he wants to touch that damn idiot, but doesn't know how he should do that in another way. He wants him close, that's why he follows him to An Ding Peak. But he doesn't get that feeling. Demons don't do relationships. Demons don't do love or anything else.

Over the years this dynamic goes on. Mobei Jun demanding Shang Qinghua's attention whenever he starves for a warm touch, but pushes him away whenever he gets repulsed by it. But over time he feels less repulsed by his human servant.

And then the day comes where Shang Qinghua explains that acting pathetic is the way to a 'straight man's heart'. And it clicks. The reason why he wants to touch Shang Qinghua is because he likes him. But at that time his violent outburst have lead to Shang Qinghua flinching whenever he tries to touch him. And so he slowly but surely stops hitting and throwing Shang Qinghua and instead pat his head, sit closely next to him, doesn't really let him go out alone. Until Shang Qinghua stops flinching and becomes used to Mobei Jun.

So used to it that Shang Qinghua thinks that it is totally normal that Mobei Jun pulls him close whenever he feels like it, snuggles up to him, wraps him in his coat and demands his presence at every waking hour... And also sleeping hour because Mobei Jun decided at some point that it is easier if his servant is always by his side leading to Shang Qinghua sleeping at first in the same room as his king and slowly moving to the soft bed with the big cushions.

Mind you, Mobei Jun thinks they are dating. Shang Qinghua thinks it is just a thing they do (but wishes he could just press his face into Mobei Jun's chest). Mobei Jun moves slowly but surely in his endeavor to get closer to Shang Qinghua. Until the day comes where Shang Qinghua finds out that Mobei Jun thinks they are in a relationship (post about that here).

After which they are basically glued together. Shang Qinghua works in the same room as Mobei Jun. When MBJ leaves the room, SQH just takes his documents with him and follows his boyfriend. And on days where the king has to work overtime, Shang Qinghua sits close to Mobei Jun or in his lap reading. Sometimes even falling asleep right there. Meanwhile, whenever Mobei Jun catches his boyfriend reading on the couch or the bed he plops down, resting his head in Shang Qinghua's lap, demanding head scratches.

Mobei Jun is still touch repulsed when it comes to others. But there is one touch that he needs. And it is the warm touch of his dumb, idiotic, human husband <3

[theunsinkableship1]

Lukola, the way they are

Lukola the way they are

Disclaimer: This is a Lukola space skip if you don’t believe.

This contains spoilers for the 1973 movie The way we were. If you haven’t seen it, I recommend you watch it and come back later. Once again, this is just pure speculation, one theory amongst many others.

I’ve been deeply immersed in the Lukola bubble for over a year now, and truthfully, it’s been an emotional rollercoaster, intense, unpredictable, and unlike anything I’ve experienced before. Spending so much time thinking about something so niche, so easily dismissed by others as irrational or far-fetched, is very unlike me. I’m not usually the person to fall headfirst into a phenomenon like this. And yet… here I am.

I can’t fully explain why this bond between Luke and Nicola grabbed me the way it did. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t logical. But it has held me in a kind of emotional chokehold ever since. There’s something that I’ve recognized between them, something real, subtle, and hauntingly familiar. I feel it deeply, even if I can’t quite articulate what it is or why it matters so much to me. It’s a wonder. But I have my guesses.

One of my favorite movies from childhood, one I’ve returned to time and time again over the years. Is The Way We Were. And each and every time it breaks my heart like it’s the first time That film, in all its aching beauty, reminds me of the Lukola situation. In many ways, the dynamic between Luke and Nicola echoes the poignant, bittersweet rhythm of Katie Morosky and Hubbell Gardiner: The longing. The misalignment. The knowing that love exists, and yet watching as it bends beneath the weight of timing, society, fear, and compromise. Like Katie and Hubbell, Luke and Nicola at least in the way I perceive them, carry the glow of something rare and soul-deep, something that perhaps wasn’t meant to bloom under public scrutiny. What if Nicola and Luke were like Hubbell and Katie?

The way we were is a well-known movie, a classic but for those who need a quick reminder, it’s a romantic drama released in 1973 starring Barbra Streisand and Robert Redford. It follows the love story between Katie, a fiercely passionate activist, and Hubbell, a charming but apolitical writer. Despite their intense connection, their opposing values, her fiery idealism and his desire for an easier life, ultimately pull them apart. Set against the political tensions of mid-20th century America, the film explores how love alone isn’t always enough. Its bittersweet ending, where they reunite briefly but realize they can never truly be together, remains one of cinema’s most iconic heartbreaks.

In The Way We Were, when Hubbell and Katie meet at the end, years after their breakup, there’s warmth… but also a wall. Their chemistry is still there, the love is still there, but the timing, the life choices, the world around them, all of it conspired to keep them apart. One of the most heartbreaking parts of that film is the finality of that moment. Katie fixes Hubbell’s hair, a habit she had when they were together, and then they walk away, forever in love, but never to be together again.

In the movie, Katie is all intensity, political, emotional, and passionate. Hubbell is gentler, more passive, a golden boy who loves ease and harmony. When they fall in love, it’s electric, but never simple. Katie sees the best in Hubbell, believes in him, pushes him to be more. Hubbell is drawn to her fire, her belief in something greater, but he also fears it, because it threatens the peace he’s learned to survive within.

The story of Lukola, at least in the eyes of many fans, mirrors that emotional tension. Two people with different energies, caught in something deep, real, and not always allowed to bloom fully in the spotlight.Nicola has often embodied qualities like conviction, advocacy, self-expression, and openness. She's political, articulate, and fearless, not unlike Katie, who refuses to compromise her truth, even when it costs her. Katie is outspoken, impassioned, and intellectually alive committed to justice, expression, and truth, even when it makes others uncomfortable. Nicola can also make people feel uncomfortable not because she isn’t lovable, but because she isn’t predictable. Her humor is sharp, her presence subversive, her intellect disarming. Like Katie, Nicola has often been the more publicly outspoken one: defending her co-stars, advocating for peace in Gaza, women’s stories and trans rights, and embracing the literary and political Her Capricorn Sun gives her ambition and self-respect, while her Virgo Moon offers a detail-oriented emotional world, and her Sagittarius Rising adds boldness, curiosity, and philosophical depth. She is, like Katie, complex and not easily digestible for an industry that often prefers palatability. That Sagittarius Rising explains her outward warmth, wit, and sense of justice, a truth-seeker who is both humorous and expansive in her outlook. Her rising sign speaks to how she leads with energy that feels both fiery and thoughtful, resonating with Nicola's articulate and adventurous presence. Both Katie and Nicola are driven by a kind of fire from within. Whether it’s a creative mission or a political cause, neither can live a shallow life. Loyalty is central to both, once they give themselves, they give completely. But betrayal or ideological misalignment cuts deep. Both can appear composed or stubborn, but beneath that is a longing to be understood, seen, and accepted, as they are. But Katie and Nicola also have fundamental differences. Katie is all openness, all fight, all heart-on-sleeve. Nicola (astrologically with Virgo Moon and Capricorn Sun,) likely processes privately, with emotional caution, she may struggle more with initiating emotional exposure. Katie chooses her ideals over a man. Nicola's potential chart suggests a desire to blend the dream of a stable union with personal freedom.

Luke, on the other hand, feels more careful, image-aware, soft-spoken, and aligned with a system that values presentation.  His Leo Rising grants him the natural charisma, charm, and performer’s aura explaining his on-stage or screen magnetism, lush hair, and poised presence. It matches how people are drawn to him: not because he demands attention, but because he radiates a warmth that feels both gentle and royal. Aquarius Sun adds detachment, originality, and idealism, while Leo Rising ties it together with heart and visibility. But the Cancer Moon tempers this with a profound emotional core, meaning he’s more attuned to feeling than his Sun might suggest. It also explains a natural shyness beneath his public charm and an internal tug-of-war between independence and emotional safety. He’s like Hubbell: someone who loves deeply, but who may find it difficult to push back against the expectations placed on him. Both Hubbell and Luke have a magnetic, dreamy quality, and can be elusive in intimate relationships. Both carry a quiet ache, a longing for connection that’s often unfulfilled because they retreat rather than engage fully. Luke’s Pluto and Uranus dominance suggests he is more likely to undergo inner transformation and face darkness, whereas Hubbell avoids conflict. Luke might find strength in evolving through pain, he said he sees himself as less of a pushover than his Colin’s character, whereas Hubbell withdrew into passivity. The Cancer Moon makes him deeply sensitive, emotionally nurturing, and privately sentimental, someone who might hide his truest feelings under a shell of politeness or professional decorum. Hubbell, the All-American golden boy, thrives in a world that rewards simplicity, beauty, and charm. He is a good man, but one shaped by a system that never asked him to question his place in it. Luke, as a Leo rising with a tender Cancer Moon, carries the warmth and magnetism of the golden child archetype. He shines on screen, but there's a deep emotional undercurrent in him that, like Hubbell’s, may be both drawn to and overwhelmed by the intensity of someone like Katie/Nicola.

From Nicola’s perspective, stepping away from Luke, if she ever had to would not necessarily be about a lack of feeling. It might be about the harshness of reality. Being with someone in the same spotlight can feel like sanctuary or suffocation, depending on the day. She may deeply care for him, may have even loved him but protecting herself, her craft, and the life she’s built could come first. Nicola has carved her career through substance, sharp intelligence, and quiet defiance of industry norms. She’s not one to play a role offscreen just to make others comfortable. And if being with Luke, even privately meant being pulled into another orbit, another pace, another expectation of femininity or visibility, she may have sensed that love wasn’t enough to bridge that gap. Like Katie, Nicola could be someone with deeply held values and a fierce inner compass. She might be someone who feels too much and questions everything, while Luke, like Hubbell, could be more at ease in the mainstream, more conflict-avoidant, more inclined to fit than to fight. That difference can create a powerful magnetic pull and also a chasm.

Katie loved Hubbell, but she couldn’t bear to dull her convictions to stay in his world. She straightened her hair, softened her voice, tried to fit in, but in the end, it wasn’t her. If Nicola ever tried to adjust herself, make herself smaller, quieter, more digestible for the sake of harmony, she may have felt that she was betraying something vital.

If Luke is like Hubbell, he may deeply love and admire her, but feel pressure (from career, management, or internalized expectations) to choose a safer, quieter kind of relationship. One that doesn’t challenge the architecture of his public persona. Not necessarily because he doesn’t care, but because he doesn’t know how to fight for love that would require him to change his entire framework. Luke’s Cancer Moon would feel safest in a private, protected love one that doesn’t feel exposed or at risk. But the tension comes from his Aquarius Sun (which craves independence) and Leo Rising (which puts him in the spotlight). He may feel emotionally torn: the heart wants intimacy and protection; the public path demands performance and distance. Luke’s Mars in Virgo is more detail-oriented, cautious, perfectionistic and has a strong sense of duty. While Nicola’s Capricorn Sun and Virgo Moon echo that pragmatic realism, their two Moons (his in Cancer, hers in Virgo) are very different emotionally: she may intellectualize her feelings, while he deeply feels them. There could be tension in how they approach decision-making and conflict.

In both cases, the more emotionally expressive partner is the quieter one (Luke/Hubbell), while the more intellectually vocal partner (Nicola/Katie) speaks what others dare not say.

What makes the Lukola connection so compelling is how their dynamic subtly inverts the roles we see in Bridgerton and The Way We Were. On-screen, Nicola as Penelope plays the quiet outsider who loves deeply and watches from the sidelines, much like Katie Morosky. Colin, like Hubbell, is the golden boy unaware of the depth right in front of him.

But in real life, this dynamic appears reversed. Luke, much like Katie, seems steady, emotionally sincere, and possibly more willing to embrace something real, even if it's difficult. Nicola, on the other hand, resembles Hubbell, charming, admired, and caught between affection and ambition. Like Colin, Nicola is charming, ambitious, and outwardly self-assured. She may be drawn to Luke’s emotional truth while still navigating the expectations of fame, industry circles, and a life where simplicity feels safer than emotional risk. Nicola, in her real-life trajectory, is the rising star, funny, stylish, clever whose charisma naturally places her in the spotlight, yet she may feel ambivalent about vulnerability or romantic entanglements complicating her independence. Like Hubbell, Nicola could be seen as someone from a world that values simplicity, decorum, and upward momentum. She may be torn between the authenticity of a bond like Lukola and the easier public narrative. Like Hubbell, she might fear that love requiring change or compromise could cost her stability or alienate her from those around her.

Like Penelope, Luke has often been perceived as soft-spoken, gentle, and underestimated, but behind the boyish charm, he might hold depth and vulnerability that aren’t immediately visible. Both are observers, often watching from the edges, craving to be fully seen. Like Katie Morosky, Luke seems to love deeply and with conviction once he’s committed. There’s a sense of emotional loyalty, even stubbornness. Luke, too, radiates a quiet steadiness, like Katie, he may want more than the superficial relationship, even if he’s not always permitted to show it. There’s a fire under the calm. A desire to be chosen not just publicly but meaningfully. In Bridgerton, Nicola, as Penelope, is the yearning outsider who loves in silence, much like Katie. In life, Luke may be the one quietly holding space, like Katie, while Nicola navigates the public-facing, “Hubbell”-esque role, complicated by expectations, ambition, and perhaps a fear of disruption.

Their inversion only deepens the mirror effect: it’s not just their characters that resonate, but the way those roles flip in life suggesting a bond that is both cinematic and soul-level.

Nicola is intuitive, emotional, grounded. Luke may lean toward expressing through action or performance (Leo rising), not always verbal clarity. Luke’s Cancer Moon feels deeply and instinctively craves emotional safety and intimacy. When Nicola withdraws, his natural impulse might be to offer care or closeness, which could sometimes feel overwhelming or mismatched if she needs distance. This could lead to emotional misalignment, not from a lack of love, but from different emotional rhythms and coping styles. Misunderstandings could arise if they don’t verbalize emotions directly. Like Luke said in Italy, there needs to be good communication between two friends who fall in love.

Nicola’s Capricorn could want stability, control, and emotional structure. Luke’s Cancer Moon is nurturing, deeply sensitive, and emotionally protective but it can also be guarded, indirect, or withdrawn when overwhelmed. This could easily trigger her fear of instability, especially if she senses emotional retreat or unspoken feelings.

Luke and Nicola come from slightly different worlds. Not necessarily in status, but in tone and style. Nicola’s world is politically alert, inward, often quietly radical. Luke’s is perhaps more polished, performative, and traditional. Families or friends’ disapproval spoken or implied, could have played a role. Sometimes, it’s not outright rejection, but the invisible weight of not fitting into the box you’re expected to occupy beside someone so publicly cherished.

It’s easy to imagine they shared something real. Their intimacy, their comfort, their synchronicity, it reads like more than friendship. Maybe they were together, quietly, away from cameras and chaos. Maybe they talked about everything, scripts, secrets, the kind of future they each wanted. But sometimes, love has to reckon with reality. Different lifestyles, different family cultures, different definitions of “peace” can wear down even the strongest connection. For one, peace might mean stillness, stability, tradition. For the other, it might mean freedom, truth, and refusal to compromise.

And so, like Katie and Hubbell, maybe they loved each other in a deep and wordless way and still chose to part. Not with anger, not with blame, but with the bittersweet grace of knowing it couldn’t work as they were. They may never say it out loud, but some silences speak of a love that couldn’t survive the world but refused to die in the heart.

Your girl is lovely, Hubbell.” Katie says it to Hubbell in the last scene, knowing they’ll never truly reunite, yet still loving him. This famous line could easily echo in a future where Lukola no longer exists in the public eye but continues to haunt both hearts.

Katie and Hubbell’s love was real. So was its impossibility. This is the paradox that lives at the heart of Lukola, a love that feels inevitable yet exists within invisible constraints.

And just like Katie and Hubbell, Nicola and Luke, if their bond ever mirrored their characters, might have found themselves trapped between private truth and public duty between what feels right and what looks right.

This echoes the mirror theory: they feel each other, love each other, and reflect each other, but may not be permitted to join each other.

Timing was everything for Katie and Hubbell. If they’d met a few years later after Hubbell had grown into more of his potential and perhaps developed a backbone for conviction they may have stood on more equal emotional ground.

Katie loved Hubbell for who he could be, not necessarily who he was. That kind of love burns out. Hubbell, meanwhile, never really told Katie what he needed emotionally. If both had stopped idealizing each other and had more honest, vulnerable conversations, they might’ve built a life rooted in reality, in truth as Golda would say, not projection.

Their relationship always teetered on Katie bending or Hubbell retreating. What they lacked was a third space they built together, instead of folding into one another’s. A place where Katie could stay political and active, and Hubbell could still be creative without shame.

Katie wanted the world to change, urgently. But sometimes love means letting people evolve slowly. Meanwhile, Hubbell had to stop being passive and start showing up for the hard parts. If they’d each done a little more work on themselves, without expecting the other to carry the weight, they might have lasted.

If we had the chance to do it all again, tell me, would we? Could we?” sings Barbra Streisand, in “The Way We Were”

Lukola, like Katie and Hubbell, might always carry that question. Did we miss our window? Or was our love always meant to be a brief, breathtaking alignment?

Yet where The Way We Were ends in permanent goodbye, Lukola may still be mid-arc. Luke and Nicola are younger than Katie and Hubbell at the end of their story. There’s still room for growth, return, and reclamation, if courage meets timing.

Katie and Hubbell taught us that love alone isn’t always enough, but that doesn’t make it less real. Likewise, Lukola carries the ache of a connection that might not fit into the shape demanded by a certain part of public life. But that ache is sacred. It teaches. It mirrors.

In their emotional symmetry, supposed slightly political divergence, and unspoken longing, Lukola echoes The Way We Were, a love forged in truth, tempered by timing, and remembered forever in the softest corners of the heart.

Some people fear that Luke and Nicola like Hubbell and Katie might never work together again after Bridgerton, especially if their offscreen bond became complicated or emotionally intense. There’s a quiet anxiety that what once felt so effortless, so collaborative and creative, may now be too charged or too fragile to revisit.

But here’s the key difference: Luke and Nicola are not fictional characters, and this isn’t a script written to break hearts. Real people change. Real people heal. And real collaboration, especially between artists who genuinely respect each other, can take many forms.

Luke and Nicola’s on-screen magic is not common. The way they mirrored, moved together, enhanced each other’s performances, it was layered, nuanced, and organic. That kind of connection isn't something creators let go of easily. Whether they’re close personally or not, their shared understanding of rhythm and emotional storytelling is gold. Professionals know the value of that. And fans aren’t the only ones who see it.

Let’s say just hypothetically that Luke and Nicola did have a deeper bond that complicated things. That doesn’t mean collaboration is off the table. Artists work through far more intense dynamics all the time. Sometimes, distance and growth allow for reunion in new ways cleaner, more stable, even more powerful. If they ever did mean something to each other, that’s not a reason to avoid working together, they already do. In fact, it might be what fuels even more meaningful future projects. I don’t fear that for them. What I fear is an unhappy ending for them.

The Way We Were is a tragedy because Hubbell leaves. Because love isn’t always enough when the world around you won’t bend. Hubbell left because he couldn’t rise to meet Katie’s fire. But perhaps Luke is not like Hubbell. And Nicola is not like Katie. Maybe they are both fires, just learning to burn in the same direction. Or maybe they were once the sun and moon, orbiting in love, and now they are stars distant, but never disconnected. The last scene hasn’t been written. And even if they never share a screen again after Bridgerton, what they gave us, that ache, that truth, that beauty was already more than most actors ever get to give.

But in real life the Lukola story may still be unfinished. Perhaps they loved in the margins. Perhaps they still do. Or perhaps, they’re simply navigating different oceans now but carrying that deep, once-in-a-lifetime recognition in the quiet of their hearts.

And yet: unlike the movie, real life has no final credits, everything is possible until death. The connection, if it was ever real still lives, even if it has changed form. It lingers in glances, silences, what-ifs, and parallel choices.

So maybe Lukola isn’t Hubbell and Katie, maybe they’re the version who, given enough time, find their way back. Or maybe in our wildest dreams, they’re already walking alongside each other quietly, writing their love in invisible ink, until the world is ready to read it.

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Can you share some hc’s of Snape being in established relationship (romantically)? (Let this man finally be happy pls😭)

Let's gooooo:

Severus is not the type to shower his partner with sweet words or extravagant gifts. Instead, he shows his love in practical and silent ways. If his partner complains of headaches, a perfectly brewed potion will be waiting the next morning. If their gloves are worn out, a new pair (charmed to stay warm) will mysteriously appear on their nightstand. He will not acknowledge these gestures, and if they try to thank him, he will dismiss it with a curt: "You should take better care of your things" or "It's foolishness," always downplaying his actions because Merlin forbid anyone think he actually cares.

He is protective in his own way. He won’t make a scene, but if he perceives a threat—real or imagined—his mere presence will be enough to make people reconsider their actions. Is someone being too familiar with his partner? Suddenly, the atmosphere becomes tense, almost dangerous. A stranger raising their voice? Severus appears at their side, his tone silky but sharp, dropping a cutting remark that leaves the other person speechless. If his partner tells him he’s overreacting, he will frown and mutter something about "idiots who don’t know their place."

Romance is uncharted territory for him, and he’s not very good at it—actually, he’s pretty useless in general. He overanalyzes every interaction, trying (and failing) not to be an asshole, and his attempts at romantic gestures often come off as stiff or overly formal. He might buy flowers, but instead of saying something sweet, he’ll start explaining their botanical properties. If his partner laughs, he’ll turn red and grumble, “Well, excuse me for being informative.” But once committed, he gives himself completely, with a loyalty so intense it could be suffocating—if it weren’t so genuine.

He overthinks everything at least two hundred times. On the outside, he may seem like a block of ice, but inside, he’s probably on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He has no idea what he’s doing—no one is at the wheel—and he tends to overreact to the smallest things because he is in a constant state of hypervigilance. Intimate connections don’t come easily to him. He may snap over trivial matters and act like a jerk because he cannot properly regulate himself. Later, at best, he might admit that he’s "a bit of an ass sometimes"—his way of saying he knows he messed up but refuses to fully admit it.

Speaking of this, let’s dive into just how terribly insecure this man is. He never truly believes he deserves to be loved. That’s the crux of it. Consciously, he can rationalize that someone loves him, but his subconscious will never fully accept it. He always has the feeling that, sooner or later, his partner will realize he’s not worth it. When things are going well, he becomes wary, waiting for the inevitable abandonment, which often leads to reactions that cause arguments, thus fulfilling his own prophecy. He is the kind of person who prefers to push someone away before they can leave him. But of course, if his partner points out these insecurities, he will deny it and get ten times angrier because they hit a nerve.

If the relationship has been going on for a while and is well-established, the dynamic will likely shift. To the world, Severus is a cold and intimidating figure. But behind closed doors, if his partner takes his hand, he won’t pull away. If they rest their head on his shoulder, he will tense up at first but eventually relax, letting it happen. Secretly, he enjoys having his hair played with, though he will grumble and call it childish. If his partner stops, he will pretend not to care but very obviously position himself within their reach again.

Severus will not tell his partner who they can or cannot spend time with, but he deeply hates the idea of being secondary in their life. If he feels like he’s not getting enough attention, he won’t say it outright—he will simply become colder, his sarcasm sharper, and his patience nonexistent. If his partner asks what’s wrong, he will shrug and say, “Nothing.” (It’s definitely something.) The only way to fix it is with a good dose of reassurance—preferably through physical contact, though he will pretend to be annoyed by it too. He will never admit this and will deny it above all else if his partner calls him out on it because he sees this behavior as childish, but in the end, it stems from his insecurities, and he can’t help it.

His sense of humor is dark, razor-sharp, and sometimes so dry that people don’t realize he’s joking. If his partner can keep up with his sarcasm and respond with the same energy, he will feel in his element. If they ever catch him off guard with a witty comeback, he will pause, smirk slightly, and murmur, “Perhaps you’re not entirely witless after all.”

If his partner has a similarly sharp or equally cutting sense of humor, they’ll probably have a great time being a pair of assholes together. Severus hates social gatherings and crowded places, but he doesn’t hate them as much if he and his partner can spend the time verbally eviscerating everyone in sight.

His version of romance is making sure his partner’s potions are perfectly labeled, that they never run out of ink, that their cloak is mended before they even notice the damage. He will mock traditional displays of affection, but if his partner understands that this is his way of loving, he will feel deeply satisfied. If they ever return the favor, he will be bewildered, mumble something unintelligible, and quickly change the subject.

He has never been one to drink excessively because his father drank, and when he did, he was an even bigger piece of shit than when he was sober. But Severus is the kind of drunk who, instead of becoming violent, either gets depressingly melancholic or nostalgic—hence why he has always avoided drinking. With a partner, however, he discovers a third reason to hate drinking: when intoxicated, he becomes excessively talkative and says things he later regrets—not because they are bad or negative, but because they are far too affectionate. In other words, his walls come down too much.

One very important thing to keep in mind: Severus does not fight fair. His words are venomous, his tone is sharp, and when he’s angry, he knows exactly what to say to wound. And he does—he cuts deep because he knows where it hurts, and he acts like a complete bastard. It’s his defense mechanism; he’s always done it. When he feels attacked, he goes for the jugular—it’s survival instinct. The problem is, he doesn’t actually want to hurt his partner; he just reacts impulsively. Later, remorse eats away at him, and he feels like absolute shit. His partner must either learn not to take it too seriously or hit back just as hard and put him in his place. They should also know that he won’t offer a grand apology—at most, he will say something like, "Well, sometimes I’m a bit of a dick, I suppose," and that’s about it.

He is not one for grand public displays of affection, but if his partner is observant, they will notice the small gestures: how he always places a hand on their lower back while guiding them through a crowd, how his fingers brush against theirs just a little longer than necessary, how he instinctively positions himself between them and any potential threat.

He would rather die than admit this, but he enjoys small daily routines: sharing a cup of tea in the morning, the sound of pages turning as they read together in silence. There is something comforting in knowing that, no matter how exhausting the day has been, his partner will be there, waiting for him.

He would rather drop dead than admit it, but he is jealous. He won’t show it because he finds jealousy ridiculous, and the very concept of it feels childish to him. But we’re talking about someone with deep-seated insecurities and an immense fear of rejection and abandonment—so miracles shouldn’t be expected. If someone flirts with his partner, he will respond with a glare so intense it could kill. If the person doesn’t take the hint, he will make a remark so cutting they will question their own existence. His partner might think he’s overreacting, but Snape will simply cross his arms and mutter, “Not my fault they were clearly dropped on their head as a baby.”

He has no interest in trivial conversations or superficial relationships. His ideal partner is someone who can challenge him, keep up with him mentally, and share his love of knowledge. If they know something he doesn’t, he will be fascinated (though he’ll try to hide it). If they ever outwit him in an argument, he will be irritated… but deep down, he will be impressed. He needs to feel like he’s with someone who has a brain—superficiality is fine for a quick fling, but for something more, intelligence is a must.

Affectionate, but reluctantly so. Severus will roll his eyes if his partner hugs him out of nowhere, but he will never push them away. If they stop being affectionate for some reason, he will be in a foul mood but refuse to say why. He will hover too close, find excuses to touch their hand… until his partner finally confronts him. (“Did you miss me?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” He does not let go.)

Severus does not love easily, but when he does, it is with overwhelming intensity. He won’t say “I love you” often, but he will show it—in the way he looks at them when he thinks they’re not watching, in the way he stays up late brewing a potion for their well-being. In the way that, no matter what, he will always choose them.

[enha-cafe]

nerdy boyfriend! taehyun x reader

WARNING(S) ➤ afab! reader, oral (m receiving), dom/sub dynamics if you squint

nerdy boyfriend taehyun who loves geeking out about all the things that interest him. rambling about pokemon or a new magic trick he learned. you can't help but watch how giddy he gets while explaining everything and how cute he is in his glasses. so how are you supposed to stop yourself from wanting him?

he looks too cute at his desk while researching and playing games. how are you supposed to stop yourself from pulling his pants down? gently stroking his cock as you tell him to focus on his task, watching the way his face contorts. smirking before taking him into your mouth and moaning at how he grips his mouse tighter and hitches his breath.

it's almost tortuous how slow you're going. teasing him with your tongue running over his veins. watching as his eyes give silent pleas for you to finish him off already. his fingers dancing over the back of your head as he tries not to push your head down and just fuck your mouth.

when you pick up your pace he's practically sobbing at this point. task long forgotten as he stares down at you. whining and begging for his release. waiting for you to fully take him down your throat so he can fill your mouth with his seed. seeing stars when he finally cums down your throat. breathing heavy and the slightest bit of sweat causing his bangs to stick to his forehead.

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[jeonjungkookenthusiast1997]

First Loves and Second Glances

Han Jisung is madly in love with his childhood best friend/roommate and has absolutely no way of telling her so he does what he thinks is best and pulls away from her. The pair end up having a movie night where all is revealed, changing the dynamics of their relationship forever.

This is my own work not a reblog, please do not repost or translate! This work of fiction is 18+ so minors DNI.

Content Warnings - childhood friends au, college au, roommates au, friends to lovers au, nipple play, vaginal fingering, pet names, cursing, oral sex (male receiving), body worship, very very light angst, porn with feelings

Word Count: 5,360 (I am seriously incapable of writing short fics, I'm so sorry 😂🙈)

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Y/L/N Y/N and Han Jisung have been roommates for what seems like forever and friends for even longer, first meeting when they were both wide eyed and chubby 5 years olds looking for a friend on the playground. They had stayed at each other's sides through every up and down life thrown their way, for every big life event and now they were living together while attending the same college. Y/N was studying War and World History while Han was of course studying Audio Production and Engineering, it had seemed like the obvious choice for them to live together while venturing out into the unknown.

The atmosphere is calm and quiet as they sit across from each other, Y/N reading an interesting book about Dokkaebi while Han stares blankly at the ceiling. Y/N looks up from her book to see Han with his arms outstretched and his body slumped over almost fully on the floor as he screeches loudly before locking eyes with the girl across from him "I'm bored!" He whines impatiently as his arms flop around making Y/N giggle under her breath "do something productive then Ji" she explains like it's the most obvious thing in the world which makes the boy pout and whine "but do what Y/NNN" she rolls her eyes at his antics before suggesting "why don't we watch that marvel movie you like? the Spiderman one? we could make popcorn and get some fluffy blankets to snuggle up with? chilled night in" she finishes smiling at him.

Han's chocolate coloured eyes light up at the mention of the movie as he nods eagerly "yeah, that sounds like a plan!" He grabs her hand and starts to pull her along "let's go!" she shakes her head slightly while smiling and allows her friend to pull her from where she had been sat on the plush sofa "I'm coming Ji, you can set up Disney Plus and I'll grab the popcorn" Han finally let go of her hand and skips over to the TV stand, his excitement evident in his movements. He grabs the remote and begins to search for the movie on the streaming service, meanwhile Y/N makes her way to the kitchen to prepare the popcorn.

Y/N smiles as she thinks about how cute Jisung is when he's in moods like this but shakes her head of the thoughts and grabs the bag putting it into the microwave then dumping the contents into a large bowl and sitting back down on the sofa, Han finally finds the movie pausing it as the movie starts to play to let them get comfortable. He hums along to the familiar theme song, his excitement growing. Once everything was set up, he turns to Y/N with a bright smile "alright, it's ready I'll grab the blankets" she smiles back and nods patiently waiting for him to return.

Once he's back he throws the blankets onto her head with a laugh before plopping himself down next to her "you're such a child Ji" she laughs as she shoves the blankets back at him before draping them over the pair and smoothing them down, Han giggles like a schoolgirl and rolled his eyes playfully. He acknowledges in his own mind that she was just teasing him; he snuggles closer to her under the blanket, his warmth enveloping them both "you love it when I act like this" he laughs as she pushes his side playfully "do I?" she giggles pressing the popcorn bowl into his arms before she presses play on the device and settles herself into his side.

Han takes the popcorn bowl gratefully starting to munch on the popcorn, he rests his chin on her head with his eyes fixed on the screen. As the movie starts he let out a content sigh and snuggled deeper into the plush blankets, as he gets comfy Jisung's left hand moves down to rest on her hip effectively pulling her closer to his frame as his gaze is focused on the movie. Y/N feels him pulling her into him and her face heats up a little, they usually cuddle all the time but things have felt different lately Jisung's been acting a little standoffish and having him do close was causing an unknown feeling to inch across her chest.

She snuggles closer to her friend's chest and without looking at him breaks the silence "I've missed this, getting to chill out with my best friend watching movies y'know you haven't been around much lately" she can't help the pout that adorns her glossy lips, his heart skips a beat when he feels her hand on his chest.

He didn't want to admit it, but he had been pulling away from her a bit lately and the guilt he's been feeling is squeezing his chest as he sighs "I know and I'm sorry" he tears his gaze from the screen to look down at her "we'll do this more often, I've missed it too" she hums at his words and pushes his chest slightly giggling "we had better! You've been with Changbin and Chan a lot lately, I've been feeling kinda... left out" she admits as she pouts again and rests her head on his chest as she mumbles "been missing my best friend" Han's heart clenches tightly when she mentions Changbin and Chan.

He knew he'd been spending more time with them but he had to pull away from her for his own sanity. Being around the girl he harboured such a big crush on was hurting him, everytime she smiled at him or giggled at his antics it sent a harpoon straight to his heart and he couldn't be the friend she deserved unless he took a break from being planted firmly at her side. Even now with her small hand curled into his shirt and her head against his chest it was making his heart fill with love and affection "I know I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you I promise" she sighs softly at his words "I know you will Ji" she mumbled into his chest, her fingers tightening their hold on his shirt "I've missed just being with you like this" she admitted quietly, her cheek still resting against him and a small pink blush dusting her cheeks.

She clears her throat slightly before she asks "how are the guys? they've been keeping you so busy but you never talk about what you get up to?" She tries to smile as she pushes down the slight sting of jealousy setting root in her chest, Han feels her fingers tighten their grip and can't help but smile softly. She never was very good at hiding her feelings from him, he knew she was probably feeling a little jealous and of course left out as she had said and it stung at his chest that he had caused those feelings "they're fine" he shrugs "there's not a lot to tell honestly, we usually just hang out at the gym" she frowns at his words but decides to leave it if he doesn't want to talk about it "are you staying here tonight? it's been a while since my roommate stayed in his own bed" she squints her eyes in a mildly accusatory manner as she waggles her finger at him.

Han chuckled softly at her playful manner and grabs her finger tugging her fully into his body as they both laugh "yeah I am, after the movie I'll be heading to bed I think" as his words trail off he yawns and lifts his arms over his head making his shirt lift revealing some of his toned skin, her eyes flick down as she sees the material lift and gulps as his toned abs are flashed momentarily. She quickly averts her eyes so as to not be caught ogling her friend's bare skin as she tries to move the inappropriate thoughts out of her mind "aww poor baby had a long day huh Ji" she stifles a laugh as she teases him.

Han couldn't help but laugh at her reaction throwing his head back and whining "I'm fine, just a little tired" he shrugs his shoulders and looks down at her face which is now not attached to his body, making him want to pout and pull her back to him but he refrains "so how have you been lately since as you so eloquently put it I've been a little MIA?" she nods and shrugs "been okay, just gone to lectures and came home" she laughs softly as she shakes her head "it gets boring here with you not around so you need to come home more often okay?" She intertwines her fingers and gives him her best puppy dog eyes.

Han couldn't help how his heart beat a little faster looking at her cute face smiling at her puppy dog eyes as he covered his eyes dramatically "oh god no! not the eyes" he cries as she laughs at him "I'll try my best to come home more often" he pulls her back to him and nuzzles her cheek with his nose, the pair had always been physically affectionate with each other so having him not be around had left her feeling down and mopey.

Y/N playfully attempts to push his face away though she secretly enjoys and has missed his touches "good because otherwise I'd have to put my foot up your ass and drag you back here" she turns her attention back to the movie trying to concentrate a little.

Han couldn't help but chuckle at her playfulness, glad she had seemingly forgiven him, his heart still racing a little from her body being near his own "oh you wound me! You'd really kick my ass?" he teases with his body still pressed against hers "I most definitely would if you deserved it" she smirks at his shocked face "it would make me a little sad though to hurt your adorable face" she uses her hands to gently grip his jaw as she pushes his cheeks together, squeezing the soft skin under his fingers.

He looks down at her a little dazed as a blush creeps up his neck from her teasing, his heart skipping a beat as he looks into her eyes "you're so mean to me sometimes" he whines trying to hide racing heartbeat, his arms move to grip her wrists and his eyes can't help but watch her pretty face. Her thumbs smooth over his face as she stops playing his cute cheeks "I know and somehow you still love me" she giggles as she moves her hands away.

He bites his lip as he looks at her and nods replying before he can think about what he's saying "yeah, I really do love you" his eyes slowly sink down to her lips. Her eyes widen slightly at his words and she feels like can barely breathe as she realises her best friend is looking at her lips like he's about to kiss her "you what?" she whispers barely audible.

Han's eyes widen once he realises what he had said out loud but it was too late the truth was there, he loved her, and all he could do now to fix the situation was to try to brush it off "I mean, I love you, as a friend you know... yeah that what I meant..." he stutters as he looks away completely embarrassed and feeling a sting enter his heart as he took her reaction as a rejection. Y/N frowns as she looks at his dejected face, he's starting to move away from her as she realises so she needs to act quickly "wait Ji" she grabs his arms and pulls him back towards her but he just looks down and fiddles with the blankets "please look at me Jisung" but Han couldn't look at her, his lip was starting to wobble as tears started to brim against his eyelashes and he simply shakes his head not trusting his words.

She feels desperation claw at her chest as she scrambles to fix the situation "Jisung please just look at me, we need to talk about this" she pleads with him "do you really..." she can't finish her sentence as anxiety runs along her arms to her heart, the words she wants to speak stick to her throat and tongue. He closes his eyes tightly before he nods still not looking at her and sighs "yeah I really do" he takes a deep breath before he opens his eyes and looks at her "I really do love you, with all of my heart" he barely gives her a moment to digest the information before he's stuttering over his words "I always have but I don't expect... it doesn't have to change... I know you probably don't feel the sa-" his words are cut off as Y/N grips the back of his neck and plants a small chaste kiss against his lips "stop rambling Ji" she smiles as she kisses him again as gently as a feather brushing against his skin while she waits for him to calm down enough for them to talk.

Han couldn't believe it. He was stunned for a moment before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a much more passionate kiss this time around. He groans into the kiss, his heart racing as he feels her body pressed against his. She giggles at his forwardness when just a moment ago he was so shy, she pulls away from his tight hold on her body just slightly so she can look at his face "I love you too Ji" she smiles before giving him a soft kiss on his lips then plants a kiss on the tip of his nose.

Han's heart skips a beat at her words, his eyes widening in surprise before he pulls her back into a hug, his face buried in her neck. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before he speaks again "you do? fuck... please don't play with me Y/N" he whimpers as he holds her tight "please be really real with me right now" she frowns as she places her hands on his cheeks to holds him steady so he can look into her eyes as she speaks "I love you Ji, I'm so in love with you" she breathes out as she smiles "I love you so much and I have since the day you fell over that hot dog cart trying to get food for us…"she pauses as he smiles at the memory "you make me smile on my darkest days and you've had my back for so long now I... I can't imagine my life without you" Han's eyes widen in disbelief as he stares into her eyes.

Taking in every word she says. He feels like he's floating on air, his heart soaring with happiness. He's so lost for words all he can do is pull her onto his lap into his arms as a tears of happiness runs down his cheeks "oh Ji" she whispers as she uses her thumb to swipe away the stray tears "why are you crying" she frowns slightly, her brow creasing "I'm just so happy Y/N" he says, his voice cracking slightly as he wipes away more tears as they drop to his cheeks "I love you so much" he whispers, his lips brushing against hers softly before pressing into a more passionate kiss "always have, always will" he mumbles against her lips.

She nods and smiles at his words before she returns his kisses, greedily enjoying the feeling of his lips finally on her own wanting to take her time to live in this moment she has waited so long for. She wraps her arms around his neck as she pulls herself impossibly closer to his body, the movie long forgotten and the popcorn set to the side of the sofa. Han's heart races as he feels her pull him closer, his hands finding their way to her waist before sliding up to her back, pulling her body flush against his. He deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing her lips gently before slipping inside her mouth in a passionate embrace.

Y/N whimpers slightly, feeling his hands move over her body before she pulls away breathlessly, she rests her forehead against his own "how come you never told me" Han's breathing is heavy as he looks into her eyes, his heart racing. "I... I didn't want to ruin our friendship," he admits his voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't sure you would even like me back" he mumbles as he sighs "you're so important to me sweetheart, I couldn't bear the thought that you'd reject me and it'd all be so awkward that we couldn't be friends anymore" she blushes a soft pink at the sudden term of endearment "I'd never be able to just walk away from you Ji no matter what happened between us, it'll always be us two against the world" she smiles as she rubs her nose against his own.

His heart swells at her words, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he nods "us against the world sweetheart," he whispers before giggling sweetly, his fingers tracing her jawline gently "god I love you so much" he bites his lip as he moves to place soft kisses against her cheek and jaw, her eyes flutter shut as she enjoys his soft touches "I love you too Han Jisung" she whispers as to not disturb the atmosphere that has settled over them she threads her fingers through his hair as she holds him close, still sat in his lap.

Han's heart skips a beat at her words, his fingers tightening around her waist as he leans into her touch "you have no idea how long I've waited for you to say that," he whispers, his lips brushing against her earlobe "and now that you have, I'm never letting you go again" his teeth graze over her earlobe as he nibbles on the skin gently.

A whine catches in her throat as he teases her "you'd better not, I know where you live" she smiles gently as she subconsciously shifts in his lap causing his grip on her body to tighten. Han chuckles softly, his hands moving to cup her face gently "you're stuck with me now," he murmurs before leaning in to capture her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. He lets out a groan as she continues to wiggle in his lip "I'm trying real hard to be good here sweetheart" he moves his hand down to grip her hips tightly "but if you keep moving I'll have no choice but to stop holding back" he looks into her eyes with a mischievous glint shining in his own irises.

Her eyes widen slightly as she realises what she's been doing and is now able to feel the start of his excitement poke against her inner thigh from where she's sat on his lap. She gives another experimental and this time purposeful roll of her clothed crotch against his own causing him to groan again "maybe I don't want you to be hold back anymore Ji" she breathes out as she bites her lip, Han's head tips back against the plush material of their sofa as he rocks his hips up against her body at her teasing movements "fuck" he groans unashamed, his heart races as he feels her moving against him his hands gripping her hips tighter "then I guess I'll have to show you what happens when I'm not holding back" he smirks as he attaches his lips to her neck.

Y/N bites back a moan at the feeling of his clothed member rocking against her core "I've always wondered what you'd feel like" she gasps as he sucks and nibbles against her neck "when your fucking me" she rolls her hips harder grinding down against his body making wetness start to form against her panties making the material stick to her lower lips. Han's breath hitches as he feels her moving against him, his heart racing with anticipation "you're so fucking sexy," he murmurs against her skin, his hands gripping her hips tighter, he pulls back slightly to admire the marks he's left along the column of her neck "never realised my sweet girl was so dirty" he smirks as he moves a hand from her hip under her shirt feeling the skin of her tummy as his hand travels up and stops at her lacey bra.

Y/N's body shudders under his touch "only for you Ji'' she whimpers as she lifts her shirt up and over her head to expose her half naked upper body she reaches down to tug at the hem of Jisung's shirt "off please" he hums a little as he pretends to think "only because you asked so nicely" he smirks as he pulls his shirt over his head watching as she explores his chest with her hands "like what you see baby? 'cause I do '' he admires her black lace bra for a moment before he reaches behind her back to unclip it, letting it fall to the floor exposing her nipples to the cold air of the room.

She nods her head quickly "didn't realise you'd gotten to big" she murmurs as she lets her fingers wander down his chest "all that time with Changbin and Chan worked out for the best I guess" she smirks before she gasps, her back arching slightly as Han suddenly takes one of her nipples into his mouth. Han smirks as he hears her gasp "sorry couldn't wait any longer" his tongue licks over the hardening bud and he can't help the groan that escapes his mouth as he feels her arching into his touch.

He releases her nipple with a pop and smirks "you'll have to thank them when I finally let you out of my bed" he smirks before moving to the other nipple giving it the same attention. She lets out soft moans as he teases her nipples into small peaks, sparks of pleasure slipping down her body straight to her core as it starts to become unbearably wet "Ji... baby I need you" she moans again as she grinds her crotch against his now fully hard covered length.

Han groans low in his throat as he feels her wetness start to seep through her pants "oh yeah? where do you need me sweetheart" Y/N whimpers and grinds down on him against but Han tuts at her "use your words baby or we'll stay like this" she groans frustrated and grabs his wrist putting his hand down her pants "look what you've done to me Ji" she sighs as she feels his fingers start to explore her body.

He chuckles as he feels her warmth and readiness for him. He slowly starts to tease her entrance with his fingers, moaning softly as he feels her wetness coat his fingers "you're so fucking wet and tight baby, this all for me?" she nods her head and closes her eyes as she feels his fingers teasing at her walls as he pushes two fingers straight into her waiting entrance, a moan floods past her throat as he pleases her "all for you baby, only you" Han growls as he feels her walls start to clench around his fingers.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight heat, moaning her name as he takes her "that's it baby, take my fingers. Show me how much you want me" she nods her head quickly "want you so bad Ji, please I need it" she whines as she rocks against his thick fingers "need your cock now" the brunette underneath her groans as he feels her tight heat squeezing his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of her slowly, leaving her aching for more "not yet sweetheart, trying to prep you" he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks her essence off with a moan at her taste.

Y/N shakes her head "I'm good, I can take it I'm so fucking wet please baby. Please Ji" she begs as she moves away to stand tugging her pants and panties down and throwing them off to the side before she climbs back onto his lap, Han shakes his head while laughing "fuck... you have no idea what hearing you beg for my cock is doing to me" he groans as he taps her thighs "up" she lifts up off his lap enough for him to shimmy his pants and boxers down letting his hot thick length spring up as a bead of precum beads down the head.

Once his pants are down Y/N finds purchase back on his thighs as her eyes watch the pre cum leaking from his slit, without much thought she bends down and swirls her tongue over the head of his cock before moving down to follow the streams of his pre, she licks it all up dutifully as he gasps feeling her warm tongue over his sensitive length. She lets out a soft moan as she finally tastes him, his eyes roll back into his head as he feels her warm tongue swirling around his head.

He grips the sides of the sofa as he chokes out a moan "F-fuck sweetheart, wasn't expecting you to suddenly start licking my dick like that" she smiles as innocently as she can, batting her eyelashes at him "sorry Ji I couldn't help myself, had to taste you" she gives him one last look and a wink before she gets back to work swirling her tongue over his slit continuously, licking up all the fluid releasing from his body "fuck you taste good and so pretty too" she switches from gently licking to suckling on his dick using her tongue to lick at the veins that run on the underside of his cock.

Han's hands grip the sofa tightly as he feels her warm mouth engulfing his cock head. He groans deeply, his hips bucking up involuntarily "fuck... Y/N" he pants out her name between moans "you're killing me, if you keep sucking me in like that I won't last" his thighs start to shake against her dainty hands. She gives him one last hard suck before she releases him with a 'pop' and a satisfied smile on her face, she crawls back up to him and hovers just above his spit covered cock "wanna ride you now, 'kay Ji? need to ride you" his breathing is ragged as he watches her crawl back up to him, the sight alone making his dick throb with need.

He nods eagerly, his eyes locked on hers "y-yes sweetheart, I want you to ride me" he stutters out his hands reaching down to grab her hips "shit please, ride me" she nods eagerly giving him one last look to make sure it's what they both want before she sinks down onto him, slowly taking him to the hilt as he stretches her walls so deliciously that she has to close her eyes at the stinging pleasure, she takes a moment to enjoying having his cock spearing her wet pussy.

Han's eyes roll back in his head as he feels her tightness engulfing him so beautifully he chokes out a groan "fuck wait - shit sweetheart you feel SO fucking good... I need a moment or I'll cum right now- shit" he breathes heavily as she giggles watching his struggle. After a few moments he nods and moves his hands to grip her hips tightly. Taking his nod as her sign to move she slowly starts to rock her hips in shallow thrusts, the movement causing both of them to moan in unison "ohh Ji~ you feel soo good inside me, fill me up so perfectly" she babbles as she starts rocking up and down faster.

Han's grips on her hips turns bruising as he holds her tight enjoying the feeling of her bouncing on his cock "always wondered what you'd look like... fuck- taking my cock" he groans as he moves a hand from her hip to her breast teasing the nipple in his fingers "god it's so much better than I imagined" he huffs out a short laugh at the thought before it twists into a moan as she moves faster.

She whimpers at his words as her thighs start to shake and feel the burn of the position she's been in for a while now but she can't slow her rhythm not when Jisung's cock is hitting her g-spot so perfectly that it's making her thoughts turn to white noise "used to think of your thick fingers working me open to take your cock when I would touch myself" she moans as her hips stutter slightly after a particularly deep downwards thrust "f-fuck~" she bites her lip hard. Her confession shocks him slightly before the lewdness of it spikes across his chest and makes his dick throb "y-you'll have to show me one day... how you play with your pretty little pussy" he grunts as he feels her pace falter, seeing she's getting tired he takes matters into his own hands.

Jisung moves his hands down to her thighs spreading them open as he thrusts up into her setting a rough pace that has her mewling against him, all she can do is nod furiously as her moans grow in volume "there Ji~ right there don't fucking stop!~" she whines loudly as her head lolls back and her thighs tremble. Her grip on his shoulders falters as he thrusts faster to meet her request.

Han's groans as she tightens around his length "play with your clit baby while I fuck you" his thrusts get faster as sweat beads across his forehead and chest, Y/N bites her lip as she sucks on her fingers before reaching down and rubbing fast circles against her swollen nub, every thrust and swipe of her finger gets her closer to her peak "J-Ji I- shit! fuck!" she gasps her chest heaving as her orgasm starts to hit.

Han bites his lip as her pussy clamps down tight on his cock as one last deep thrust sends her over the edge, her body shaking wildly as she moans his name cumming hard "shit! shit! Baby I'm C-Cumming! gonna fill you up with my cum" Jisung bites his lip as he gives a few last deep thrusts before he cums. Hot ropes of thick white cum paint her walls as their highs crest together, Y/N chest heaves as she starts to come down from the intense high.

Han's grip on her body loosens as she falls onto his chest, his throbbing cock still buried deep in her walls ``that was... intense" she smiles as she rests her head on his bare chest, Han chuckles as he kisses her forehead "glad you enjoyed it sweetheart" once his cock finally softens he lifts her body slightly and pulls himself out of her before returning her body back to his own. Y/N gives him a bright smile before resting her head back on his chest "we should probably talk about this" she grips his side tightly "us" Han nods in agreement "in the morning, for now let's just enjoy the moment and go to bed" he kisses her forehead then her cheek before lifting her into his arms and carrying her to his room.

She sighs contentedly as he slips her into his bed before climbing in behind her and pulling her close, he kisses her neck one last time before whispering "I love you Y/N" her heart skips a beat as she feels his warm breath against her neck "I love you too Ji" she smiles before letting sleep take her tired body.

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It's just pretend right? ( Bucky barnes x reader ) part 6

summary : revelations and secrets are finally revealed as kitty comes to terms with everything she thought she knew and was about to know and well once one avenger is attack well it's an attack on them all as the team visit the ranch .

warnings : this is a happier part sad but happy and sort of goofy

previous part

“ she not the only one , gonna need a little more than that terminator “ tony called his eyes locked on screen as friday was running it’s test on the dart . 

“ jessie , he was like her only he knows he’s adopted just not all of it ,  but her dad he said he was the same as her , it’s not what it looks like he’s not hydra not fully he’s a double agent  look it hard to explain either he or fury can explain the dynamics but we’re going to have to run some test make sure he doesn’t burst into flames” bucky explained placing her on the cot .

“ or shooting vines … oh yeah she does that too  so i guess we’re going to have to see what else our girl body is hiding from her and us “ tony said as their heads shot in his direction . 

“ why couldn’t she be just be the normal one , healthy family life but nope it’s like become an avenger and the trauma follows “ nat mumbled checking over her once more ignoring bucky. “ oh give it over “ she pushed him away .

“ stop fighting over me it gonna give me big ego like stark” she groaned 

“ hey Look she ok “ tony rolled his eyes . 

“ other than my life was a lie and my brother could be whatever i am what is going on and who is after me  “ she sat up as nat and Bucky helped her .

“ well hydra is after You , you brother well who might be your brother is from same lab rest i don't know fury kept his lips tight on this one and well  seems as they want you back” tony explained .  

“ that is just magical no seriously this fan fucking tastic” she scoffed. 

“ maybe let your dad explain “ nat smiled sadly .

 “ i will, you wanna Test My blood right ?” She looked to to tony who nodded . “ well lets do this first “ she pulled her sleeve up  looking down at her  arms  remembering what it was that came from them . 

“ how did you get your abilities how did they start” tony asked pulling the kit out from . 

“ you Dont have to tell him doll” bucky squeezed her should he could feel her tense , could hear the breath that got  caught In her throat . 

“ no its fine erm my cousin , terror twins we call them well they told me jessie was hurt climbing Into a water tower, they said It was accident but they pushed me in and  i thought i was going to drowned … no one was going to find me  then it came Like i just felt this feeling like building and building i thought  It … It was me dying  then boom fire to point all the water turned into steam that steam well   Actually did nearly kill me no oxygen And  i was in a coma for like a month , they laughed when i cried now everytime I see their stupid faces i remember like im trapped in that water tower “ she sniffled . “ nat and fury only people after family to know that well tony And steve cause a file that wasn't suppose to exist “ she laughed dryly Wiping  tears from her eyes . 

“ kitty” she turned To see her Dad and maybe he didn't expect it but she ran into his arms . She could see it , see that guilt and yet That Unconditional love in his Eyes . 

“ papa you need to tell me the truth The whole truth please”  she looked up at him and suddenly it was like looking down at the little girl he put to bed so many times after nightmares  or scared of monsters under the bed .

“ best sit down , please know this before i tell you this kitty none of it was fake for me  not one second did i think of you any different then my daughter” he smiled sadly . 

“ maybe we should give them space to do this “ nat winced , she knew  , steve knew and bucky knew . 

“ but i wanna … fine” tony pouted following the widow out while bucky squeezed her shoulders . 

“ i was in the military that part was true and i was good  , so good i caught the attention of shield who wanted me to work for them  , it was no brainer  whether to take the job or not really it was probably one of quickest yes  i said in my life first  they told me a baby was found little boy taking out of lab would we care for him and we said yes actually your mother said it  we got jessie then a few years later actually jessie was eight and the twin well were 6 and then nick fury came to me a mission so classified that not even the director alexander pierce knew it was going down , he said they found a lab pierce didn’t wanna bother with it but fury well couldn’t let it go so i went undercover pretended i wanted to be hydra said it was the future shit like that , they believed me  i’d send in the intel to fury and work in some lab one night they got this woman i and she had most beautiful baby girl i ever seen  , the lady fought she said she couldn’t do it again but they killed her so i called fury the raid happened and he slipped me out the back told me take this baby and not to stop for anyone he would come when he could so i did i brought you home and your mama she fell in love with you i went back and we told pierce everything and left out the part of you fury burned the place down so they would think you went with it  we got promoted i stayed for couple of years then i retired said i would help with the kids and ranch wanted to watch you grow up and that wasn’t a lie” he looked at her she could see it all in his eyes  . 

“ why didn’t you tell me , why didn’t fury tell me  was that how he found me in new york? “ she asked . 

“ i called him new places and that gift of your never did work so i asked him make sure you weren’t locked in a lab somewhere like .. “ 

“ E.T” She chuckled. 

“ jessie mom i don’t know if you both got same mama , she was pretty like you “ he held her face. 

“ then how come they won’t accept me ? they accepted jessie ? “ she asked softly . 

“ because your grandfather left everything in your name and their vultures …. Thanks  young man “ she turned to see tony letting her grandmother in . 

“ i like her … shit sorry i leave you too it … touching stuff really sorry for doubting you “ tony waved as he left . 

“ stop listening you over grown toddler” she yelled. 

“ couldn’t hear you “ his voice rang out over intercom of the jet . 

“ this is weird airplane” her grandmother looked around . 

“ ok back to it  the old guy left everything to her “ 

“ TONY “ 

“ Fine i’ll stop listening “ not that she believed that. 

“ yes as voice said he left it to you  most of it all is a bit of exaggeration some for jess and the twin not the horrible ones   cause you guys cared even still you write me every week telling me of your stories although i don’t like the gods part there’s only one of him “ she sat down . 

“ maybe wait before bring loki and thor here?” she whispered to her dad who nodded in agreement. 

 “ that’s why they pushed me in that water tower” she gasped . 

“ they heard  your grandpa talking with his lawyer “ her dad confirmed . 

“ you know no matter what they say your our kitty right? “ her grandmother asked . 

“ i do i’m sorry i ran off earlier  i mean it’s a lot still in tbh “ she winced . 

“ good now go say sorry your poor mother is beside herself in there “ her grandmother swatted her arm sending her to her feet  and kept swatting as she walked out the door to the house . 

“ hey stop .. can’t get around my ass  OWWW … sorry ma’am “ she yelped after the woman pinched her arm . “ stop laughing stank” she grumbled . 

She walked into the kitchen and seen her mama sitting and she felt instant guilt yes they did keep a lot from her  and yeah she was still right to feel  betrayed but giving the other outcome she did really have a great childhood and they didn’t treat her differently even with her gift they still treated her with same love and care  probably more so .

“ mama “ she smiled as the woman looked up rushing toward her honestly kitty was surprise how she still had tears left .

“ i’m sorry really baby we just wanted to keep you safe” she cried . 

“ i know now , i’m sorry for scaring you … also think your moms more lively then she letting on “ she whispered last part . 

“ hey pyro on the prairie your gonna wanna here this “ tony called . 

“ jesus what now is my birth parent actually aliens “ she scoffed  as she , izzy and her mom walked in just as jack and jessie walked in carrying cassies things . 

“ hey good timing this concerns you to  … bruce let them have it ?” tony called. 

“ hey kiddo you ok “ bruce voice came out the phone . 

“ i mean as well as i can come on lay it on me are me and jessie ET” she sighed . 

“ actually no  your from earth but hey wouldn’t be surprising giving it all really ..” 

“ today big little guy “ tony huffed. 

“ well you and jessie are sibling  you share the same dad , his mom died giving birth  and well your actually related to another member of the team “ bruce explained . 

“ please don’t say it bucky .. i mean i may be from south but not that far down south “ she grimaced . 

“ no it’s not bucky or steve actually it’s nat it would appear you two share same mother “ . 

“ holy shit i had dirty dreams about my little sisters sister “ jack blurted out .

“ please say i’m adopted too “ izzy face scrunched up in disgust as she stood away from her twin . 

“ your birth father well he was also part of nats life” bruce  went more quietly . 

“ shit bruce are you my dad” she gasped. 

“ do i look old enough to be your…. Nevermind actually turns out alexei shostakov is who your birth father “ bruce called . 

“ i did not see that coming “ nat mouth fell open 

“ wait the dude that pretended to be your dad then … you have got to be shitting me really?  Can we not pretend it was an alien “ she whined. 

“ sorry kiddo we’ll see you guys soon “ he hung up . 

“ what do he mean see you soon” she turned to tony. “ who’s we “ . 

“ the team hey your one of us mean priority is to stop whoever’s after you “ tony shrugged. 

“ i knew we had a sisterly bond” nat smirked . 

“ so my dad is guy that sold you?” jessie finally spoke up as nat nodded .” what the shit “ he sighed . 

“ i know right but you got two adoptive sister lets hope you didn’t have dirty thoughts about nat too “ she winced. 

“ nah i like that wanda chick we ain’t related to her in anyway are we?” he asked. 

“ ok moving on from that how the hell is alexei my dad?” she asked  . 

“ i’ll see if yelena can find out” nat pulled out her phone . “ hey lena we got more siblings “ she called walking out the room . 

 “ really no sign of being et “ she asked . 

“ sorry kitty cat “ tony patted her shoulder .  

Honestly she couldn’t believe one simple trip home well would result in all of this , nat being her sister  and the widows host/adoptive dad being her birth father and her being a lab experiment for hydra just tied it all in a neat bow serious how she wasn’t in a padded room albeit there was still time for that . she also had the team coming to the ranch in matter of hours and now she was hiding in her room trying to make sense of it all . 

“ come in “ she called as the knock on her door snapped her from her thoughts 

“ just wanted to check see you were ok “ bucky poke his head in .

“  i’m ok i think it still doesn’t feel real like this is so crazy all in a day i find out i’m adopted , nats my sister  so is yelena in a way which also mean i’m not even american right?  Oh god  what is my life” she fell on her bed staring at the ceiling. 

“ an your not an alien “ he pointed out . 

“ i was kinda hoping for that” she sighed . 

“ well turned out alexei volunteered for some red room / hydra thing back in the day before they severed ties  now he’s gushing about how his boy and his girls are well you know ” . 

“ yeah i think jessie would actually shoot him “ she laughed . 

“ he does want to meet you but nat told him that was up to you and to give you time  but yelena is on her way “ he said. “ she heard someone attacked and well “ 

“ she is very all for family “ she nodded. 

“ yeah jacks currently have a identity crisis asking is nat his sister too “  he lay beside her. 

“ bet you didn’t think this was going to happen when you agree to be my fake boyfriend “ she snorted honestly it had to be a joke right . 

“ i was thinking alien too cause doll you are out of this world “ he smirked as she broke out into laughter. 

“ oh my god you did not just say that  and steve said you were a ladies man sure you weren’t the dork back then “ .

“ you doubting my skills “ he sat up leaning over her . 

“ yes after that yess” she laughed alittle and yet she leaned up . 

They were mere inches apart before a banging on the door . 

“ hey teams here” nat yelled as bucky fell back . 

“ COME ON “ she yelled so close and yet so far . 

“ we could pretend to be asleep “ bucky groaned getting off the floor . 

“ nah nats waiting” she huffed. 

“ she’s right i am come onnn” nat sang . 

“ to be continued “ she winked before heading out the door .  

“ thanks natalia “ bucky groaned as the widow snorted . 

“ sorry barnes maybe  you can woo my little sister… so fun to say “ she smirked .

part 7

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[fairydares]

(Attempted) Realistic Laxus as Guild Master headcanons:

Meetings keep him away from the guild for much longer than they did Makarov unless someone goes with him, because of his lack of a sense of direction

He defers to other guild members, especially older ones, as often as possible. He doesn't take advice or criticism lightly.

He quickly gets sick of all the paperwork and nonsense that he has to deal with whenever property is destroyed, and intimidates the shit out of any "destructive" guild members going out on a mission. This somewhat works, sometimes. Almost. Fortunately Levy and Freed help him with the paperwork, and his intimidation factor works better on the stuffy higher-ups demanding apology letters than it does on Natsu or Gildarts.

(He's still constantly buried in property destruction paperwork).

Both Natsu and Jellal are important in his acceptance of his role as a master. Natsu gets him to accept initially, and, just as he got Jellal to accept and understand his role as a Fairy Tail wizard [separate headcanon], Jellal gets him to accept his role as Master on a deeper level and influences his dynamic with the rest of the guild. As his natural bro, frequent challenger, and someone who can empathize with guilt and self-doubt, he's the one who's able to explain leadership in terms Laxus can finally, fully accept.

Building off the last point, Jellal and Laxus are such equally-matched drama queens/leaders/bros that Jellal attains his own position of leadership at some point--possibly when Oracion Seis is made a branch guild to help criminals reform themselves?

He frequently scares off new recruits by blasting the shit out of them when they try to pull "I'll be the strongest!!" crap (only sorta a headcanon considering 100YQ, but they got it right on that one).

He changes what it means to be a good guild master, not just for Fairy Tail but in general. After being raised in Makarov's shadow, being subjected to the abuse of his father's greed, squaring off against Precht/Hades, and coming to know Mavis, who picked Precht to be the next guild master and blinded herself with war to prolong Zeref's defeat (albeit subconsciously) he realizes the foolishness of having one, always-indisputable leader for the guild--especially himself.

Ivan shows up again after he becomes master, and tries to push his weird "power above all" philosophy again. Gildarts is present to watch Laxus face him down, and tells Laxus he's proud of him afterwards.

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The Marriage of Heaven and Hell & Darklina

Recently, I was reading William Blake’s book “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” and there was a particular passage that stood out to me and identified a source of the dissonance that exists in Shadow and Bone’s narrative.

Blake’s assertion makes me think of Darklina as a union of opposites (ex. Darkness and light, good and evil, attraction and repulsion) that exist to bring balance to the land and resolve the story’s central conflict. The contraries of darkness and light must exist together in order for things to move forwards and change.

I believe that this necessity for contraries that Blake speaks of can explain the lack of harmony in the ending of the series. When Alina kills the Darkling (her symbolic opposite and counterpart) her powers die with him and by extension, Alina dies symbolically in a final act of rejection that leaves her in limbo. That is why an ending where the Darkling dies and Alina keeps her powers doesn’t work, because that would create an obvious imbalance that could not be properly resolved in the final book.

So to some extent, Bardugo understands that Alina and the Darkling are symbolic opposites an align with familiar archetypes that evoke Blake’s notion of necessary contraries. This is not surprising given that she has stated a number of times that the foundations of shadow and bone are built upon well-worn YA cliches that tie into very old archetypes. In order to exist, Alina and Aleksander MUST do so together or not at all (hence the ending where they both die symbolically or literally). However, Bardugo diverges when she concludes her story with Alina remaining alive but powerless and the Darkling being dead in the ground.

This decision for the ending causes incongruity in the larger story across the trilogy. The ideological split between Alina and Aleksander is gestured towards, but never fully resolved. It’s a song that ends mid-chorus, the audience can sense that something has been left unfinished even if they do not know what would’ve come next.

I believe one of the qualities that makes Darklina so appealing is it’s push and pull dynamic that draws the two of them closer to one another. The two of them need each other in spite of the conflict that places them at odds and that is why reconciliation has to happen. In the Netflix show, Alina boldly asserts that while Aleksander may have needed her, she never needed him (good grief) a statement that is not true in the slightest. Their dynamic requires that they find balance between what is passive and what is active and once they accomplish that, they can find strength in each other.

The ending of S&B is stagnant POINT BLANK. How can progress happen when both sides have been reduced to nothing? Alina is a hollow shell missing half of her identity and I’m supposed to be happy for her? The Darkling died in despair with an unrealized goal and I’m supposed to rejoice? There is no amount of fluffy pseudo-fairy tale epilogue bullshit that could rehabilitate this thematically incoherent trilogy.

[mingiatz]

Summary: What happens when relentless teasing turns into something more? Sophie and Wooyoung have spent years bickering and pushing each other’s buttons, but when feelings get involved, their dynamic shifts in a way one of them definitley didn't expected.

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Sophie (OC)

Tropes: Somewhat Enemies- to -Lovers

Genre: RomCom, Drama & Angst, Push-and-Pull Tension, Flirty Banter Turned Romantic, Slow Burn with Explosive Chemistry

Featuring: Ateez, Emilia, Hana, Harin and Noah (Previous Fanfics), OCs

This Series will have multiple Chapters with around 2000 words. I hope you like it. Please be kind this is my first Fanfiction and English is not my first language. (I am open for constructive criticism). I will try to upload a chapter everyday.

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Chapter Two

Wooyoung’s POV

If there was one thing I knew for certain, it was this: Sophie was impossible.

And yet, for reasons I couldn’t explain, I found myself gravitating toward her every chance I got.

Maybe it was the way she never fell for my usual tricks. Or the way she always had a comeback.

Or maybe—just maybe—I was starting to enjoy this a little too much.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, and Ateez was preparing for an interview at KQ headquarters. The studio was bustling with staff, final adjustments being made to lighting, sound, and camera angles.

And in the middle of all this, Sophie stood with her clipboard, cool, collected, and absolutely in control.

Naturally, I had to ruin that.

I approached her slowly, waiting until she was fully focused on her notes.

Then I leaned in. Very close.

“You know,” I murmured, my voice low and smooth, “I read somewhere that workplace romances are statistically very common.”

Sophie didn’t flinch.

Instead, she casually flipped a page in her folder. “Oh? Is that why you keep trying to start one?”

San, who had been sipping his coffee nearby, choked.

I grinned. “You wound me.”

She finally looked up, tilting her head. “If that wounded you, I really need to start trying harder.”

I bit back a laugh.

See, most people would get flustered when I flirted. But Sophie? She played the game right back.

And it was starting to drive me insane.

The interviewer was seated and ready, waiting for the cameras to roll.

Sophie was going over the final details, standing a few feet away with another PR manager.

Naturally, I wasn’t listening.

I was too busy watching her.

She had her hair pinned back today, a few strands falling loose near her face. Her lips were slightly pursed in concentration, and her green eyes flickered across her notes like she was solving the world’s biggest crisis.

I didn’t realize I was staring until Hongjoong nudged me.

“Dude,” he whispered. “You’re being obvious.”

I snapped out of it immediately. “No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

I scoffed. “Please. I don’t do obvious.”

Hongjoong smirked. “Yeah? Then why do you always sit next to her? Why do you always find a way to talk to her? Why do you—”

“Shh.” I waved him off. “She’ll hear you.”

His smirk widened. “Ohhh. So you do care.”

I glared. “Shut up.”

After the interview, we had some downtime before our next schedule.

Sophie was sitting at a table, typing away on her laptop, completely absorbed in her work.

Perfect opportunity.

I strolled over, casually draping myself across the chair beside her.

“Sophie.”

She didn’t look up. “No.”

I grinned. “You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“Yes, I do.”

I leaned closer. “What if I was going to confess my undying love for you?”

She snorted.

Okay, rude.

I placed a hand over my heart, mock-offended. “Wow. Just like that? You don’t even consider the possibility?”

She finally looked at me, expression unreadable.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “Let’s say—hypothetically—you were being serious.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Okay?”

She set her laptop aside, folding her arms. “Then tell me—if you were actually confessing, what would you say?”

I opened my mouth.

Then closed it.

Wait.

What?

I blinked, my brain suddenly empty.

I wasn’t prepared for this.

I flirted for fun. I teased her because it was a game.

But for some reason, my usual confidence wavered.

Sophie noticed.

Oh, she definitely noticed.

Her lips curled into a smirk.

“Hmm,” she hummed. “That’s what I thought.”

And then—SHE WALKED AWAY.

I sat there, frozen, watching her go.

She won.

She completely, utterly won.

And I was in serious trouble.

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I was doomed.

Not in the dramatic, life-or-death way. But in the worst, most humiliating way possible.

I liked Sophie.

Like, really liked her.

And that realization? Yeah, it sucked.

Lying on the couch in the dorm’s living room, I stared at the ceiling, deep in an existential crisis.

How the hell did I let this happen?

A few months ago, Sophie was just the person I enjoyed teasing. My favorite pastime. A walking challenge wrapped in an attitude problem. She wasn’t supposed to be the highlight of my day. She wasn’t supposed to be the first person I looked for in a crowded room or the reason my stupid heart did things when she laughed.

But here I was.

Hopeless.

Ruined.

“You’re thinking about Sophie, aren’t you?”

I groaned. “San, I swear to god.”

San smirked from his spot on the floor, leaning back on his elbows. “It’s getting embarrassing, dude. You’re so obvious.”

Yunho, who had been scrolling through his phone, hummed in agreement. “He’s not wrong.”

I turned my head to glare at them. “I do not like Sophie.”

San snorted. “Oh? So why do you act like a lovesick puppy every time she enters the room?”

“I don’t—”

“Why do you only flirt with her?” Yunho added.

I scoffed. “Because she’s fun to mess with.”

San tilted his head. “And why do you get weirdly moody when she ignores you?”

“I don’t get moody.”

Yunho smirked. “Oh, you definitely do.”

I groaned and covered my face with a pillow. “You’re both wrong. This is slander.”

“It’s science, actually.” San stretched his arms behind his head. “The science of Wooyoung Being Down Bad.”

I threw the pillow at him.

Unfortunately, it only made him laugh harder.

But as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew—deep down—they weren’t entirely wrong.

I was in denial.

And I had no idea what the hell to do about it.

Sophies POV

The Next Morning

Chaos.

That was the only way to describe my life.

I had been working with Ateez for almost two years now, and I still wasn’t used to their energy levels—especially in the mornings.

I walked into the practice room, clipboard in hand, already prepared to deal with their nonsense.

“Alright,” I announced, not bothering with greetings. “Your schedule today is packed, so listen carefully. No distractions, no last-minute surprises, and—”

A very familiar voice interrupted.

“Good morning, Manager Sophie.”

I sighed.

Here we go.

Without looking up, I acknowledged the devil himself. “Wooyoung.”

“Looking especially lovely today,” he added. “Did you do something different with your hair?”

I flipped to the next page in my schedule. “Yes. I woke up.”

San let out an exaggerated wheeze.

I smirked. Too easy.

But, of course, Wooyoung wasn’t done.

“Gorgeous.”

I turned my head slightly and arched a brow. “Why are you so annoying this early in the morning?”

“Because you secretly love it,” he shot back.

I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to the clipboard. “Keep telling yourself that.”

I expected him to keep talking, but instead, there was a pause.

A long, weird pause.

I glanced at him.

Wooyoung was staring at me like he’d just had a stroke.

His expression was… different.

Almost like he was—

Nah.

Not possible.

Shaking my head, I ignored it and carried on with the schedule.

If Jung Wooyoung was acting weird, that was his problem.

Wooyoung’s POV

That night, the group decided to go out for dinner, and against my better judgment, I agreed to go.

Big mistake.

Because the second I sat down, I realized what kind of nightmare I had walked into.

It was a couples dinner.

Mingi was practically glued to Emilia’s side, feeding her off his plate like they were filming a rom-com. Jongho and Hana were in their own little world, bickering about something stupid but looking disgustingly in love while doing it. And Seonghwa—freaking Seonghwa—was sitting next to Harin, stealing bites of her food like some kind of leading man in a historical drama.

And then there was me.

Alone.

Across the table, San smirked. “Feeling single yet?”

I glared. “Shut up.”

Yunho chuckled. “At least you have Sophie.”

I nearly choked on my drink. “WHAT?”

San grinned. “He’s right. You basically act like a couple anyway.”

I was this close to throwing my chopsticks at him.

Sophie, completely unaware of my inner turmoil, walked past the table at that exact moment, talking to one of the waiters.

And—because the universe hated me—she smiled.

Not at me. Not even because of me. But it didn’t matter.

Because my heart still freaking flipped.

Yunho and San exchanged looks.

Oh, no.

Not this.

Not again.

I quickly grabbed my drink and took a long sip. “I need alcohol.”

San cackled. “You need therapy.”

Probably.

Sophie’s POV

As I scrolled through my phone, I vaguely registered the conversation at the table shifting to something about relationships.

It didn’t concern me, so I didn’t bother listening.

Then I heard my name.

I looked up. “What?”

San smirked. “We were just saying you and Wooyoung act like an old married couple.”

I snorted. “That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.”

Mingi chuckled. “You do bicker like one.”

I rolled my eyes. “Because he’s annoying.”

San leaned in. “And yet, you’re always around him.”

I froze.

No. That wasn’t true.

Was it?

I frowned, replaying the past few weeks in my head.

Okay, sure, Wooyoung and I talked a lot. And yeah, maybe he was the person I interacted with the most. But that was just because he wouldn’t leave me alone.

Right?

I shook my head. “You’re all delusional.”

Seonghwa smirked. “Mmm-hmm.”

Harin nudged me. “Just think about it.”

I scoffed and returned my focus to my phone.

As if.

There was nothing between me and Wooyoung.

Nothing at all.

Wooyoung’s POV

I was so screwed.

Because now, even my members were seeing it.

The way I looked at her. The way I felt when she smiled.

Hongjoong walked by and sighed. “Still in denial?”

I groaned. “Leave me alone.”

He smirked. “Just confess already.”

I shot up. “NO.”

Hongjoong shook his head. “You’re suffering for no reason.”

I flopped back down. “I’m suffering because Sophie is impossible.”

But the truth was—

I was more impossible.

Because even though I knew how I felt, even though my chest tightened every time she looked at me—

I still couldn’t admit it.

Not to her.

Not yet.

Because Sophie didn’t see me that way.

And that was the most frustrating part of all.

 

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Disclaimer:This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and scenarios in this story are entirely fictional and not intended to reflect the real lives of the members of Ateez or any other individuals. This fanfiction is purely for entertainment purposes.

[cruesuffix]

Mick angst with Whitehorse 😈

Ok now we’re getting somewhere!

alright here’s some mick in Whitehorse angst, aka: baby micks adventures in band politics!

- it’s not like mick hasn’t been in a band before, but this is the first time he seriously thinks he can make it real big with a group of guys. He’s one of the youngest members in the band, so he’s not taken as seriously as the others are. Plus…he just got here! After a year of following them around, trying to help when he can, he’s finally accepted into the band.

- one of the members would probably try to explain the band dynamics to mick, who is just happy to be there tbh. he doesn’t really care about how everything works (and he’ll regret it as the weeks go by).

- fun fact: (if true at least) because gigs with the band were so long, sometimes going on for hours at a time, mick would sometimes be unable to play due to how much pain he’d be in, sooooo he’d call up his bestie don dokken to help him out! what a crossover episode, right?

- anyways, im saying all this because, a good scenario would be whitehorse either unaware or not caring about the pain mick is in. like, maybe they see mick and don trade places for the last half of a show and think the pain is from an injury and not a debilitating illness. they’re not that worried about it though. as long as he can play, who cares if their guitarist can’t play a whole show start to finish?

- also we all already know how he never really got to contribute much musically to the band, and every time he tried to he’d get pushed away. thinking about him going around and asking every band member what the problem is. is he just a bad songwriter? is that why they don’t want any of his songs? he has so many ideas but nobody wants to hear him out and it’s making him feel worse about his abilities.

- this is where the paying attention when being told the band dynamics should have come in handy. he’s not even sure who the leader of the band even is! he can only hope they finally come to their senses one day and actually listen to him.

- also just him being broke throughout it all. like in one of my previous asks, he’s just not able to enjoy a proper meal…meaning my boys a little malnourished. He’d lament about it with his favourite member. he literally comes into the band divorced with two kids he barely gets to see, evading child support because he’s broke.

- (also omg yall remember the story of jack having to pawn his cymbals to get mick out of jail because he literally got arrested before they could go to an audition?? imagine that but at the end mick feels so bad for making them miss the audition and jack has to talk some sense into mick…because like, my guy you were about to spend a whole day in jail come on now!)

- honestly this entire era is depressing. like the band pretty much breaks up twice, and the first time they do, mick follows jack who tries to put together a power trio and that doesn’t work out; so mick quite literally goes homeless for a while, just living out of a van. that is until harry decides to put the band back together again and lets mick move back into the new and improved whitehorse house. (this is all actually true…this all happened in the span of a year…mick left whitehorse for six whole months before swooping back in. in fact: mick continued to live with harry even after the band fully disbanded…i can’t remember for how long though)

i wish i had more but there’s still not enough I know about the other members of whitehorse to make it really angsty and all that. i think any fact i pull from this era is angst enough though…my poor broke loser :((( i’ll have to recheck my fun facts just to make sure i was correct about all of them, these are just things im pulling from my memory. if there’s a fun fact that’s not actually correct, you have all freedom to fact check me! either way, while these aren’t that descriptive (or good), i still hope you like them or get something from them!!

[simpletricksandnonsense]

📺 NEW VIDEO: I Finally Know Why Oz Betrayed Vic! | Attachment Theory Explained 🎭

💡 Why did Oswald Cobblepot betray Vic? Was it just survival instinct, or was something deeper at play? In my latest breakdown, I analyze The Penguin’s attachment style and how disorganized attachment shaped his relationships and choices.

🔎 What’s in the video?

How Oswald’s traumatic childhood led to his erratic, fear-driven relationships.

The push-pull dynamic of disorganized attachment (anxious & avoidant tendencies).

Why Vic’s loyalty wasn’t enough -- and why Oz eliminated him to avoid vulnerability.

🧠 Do you think Oz’s attachment issues fully explain his betrayal of Vic? Or is there something more? Let’s discuss! ⬇️

[mandy-asimp]

Winter Getaway

summary: Y/n and Larissa Weems have never interacted unless needed. Which was almost everyday as Y/n had to explain why a random plant or tree had appeared in the courtyard. So when a friend convinces Y/n out of the comfort zone at the school getaway, many things happen.

pairings: Larissa Weems x Teacher!reader

warnings: cursing, smut, pet names, virgin! reader, don/sub dynamics, mommy kink, dumbifiation(?), so much teasing that it dragged this on.

note: this idea has been lingering in my head so i'm finally going to write it. it's also like kinda long? It does have length to it so. also if this doesn't make sense at some points its because i went back a lot

"Dr. L/n, what's the excuse this time?" Her tone was colder than usual. Had you done something? Or was it someone else? "Dr. L/n?"

You didn't notice you stayed silent. Soon being trapped in her gaze as she looked up to figure out your silence. She looked at you weird. Your mind started fumbling trying to get a sentence out to answer her.

She gave a heavy sigh. "If you don't have a sentence or even an excuse you're free to leave. I'll just write it down as a class project." She pulled out the file where she started putting all your class accidents. "One thing, are you joining the school on the Winter Getaway?"

With the topic changing, you felt less pressure. "I...I don't think I will. I was just gonna give my secret Santa their gift before everyone left." You explained softly. Your voice being so quiet.

"But you've never attended one? You've been her for almost five years." She furrowed her brows. And all you could focus on was how her eyes held some sense of sadness and worry. "Everyone usually has a lot of fun on the trip. We fly down to Florida, stay at a nice hotel for a week, then we take the next week and cruise. You'll really enjoy it."

You stood frozen, never noticing her walking towards you. You never even noticed when she got up. Her figure towered you. To meet her eyes, you had to fully look up or stand on a chair. Your breathing quickened.

The moment would've lasted if vines didn't start growing out of her plants. You stepped back, diverting your gaze away from her.

"Enjoy your getaway, Principal Weems." You spat before quickly leaving the room.

Before heading back to your room, you did your rounds. Checking that all your students were packed and ready to leave in the morning. Then you went to your own room.

Smiling when you saw Lizzie in your kitchen. She was your best friend forever. You two grew up next to each other and mostly told each other everything,

"Your bag is already packed." She pushed over your glass of wine. "You're coming this year and if you don't I will drag you with."

"Liz, no. You know I always get homesick on long trips. Plus, I don't have any actual clothes for this trip. I only own baggy jeans and baggy shirts." You took the glass, sipping it as you went to look at the bag. "What's even in here?"

"I went and bought you an entire wardrobe for two weeks. You forget I know all your measurements." She teased. "There's a lot that's still in your comfort zone. I kept it baggy shirts, but I got you shorts."

Your eyes widened. Realzing that Weems would finally see the leg tattoos you had. Everyone else had seen them, but she hadn’t. She never was at the staff parties.

You got your tattoo after your grandfather. He got his tattoo to look soft and not as manly. Growing up you adored his. You and him were strongly bonded when you were born. That's why most of your family thinks you got plants. His inspired yours.

Your legs were vines that had all sorts of plants, but it went all the way up to end behind your ear. His favorite flower ending the entire things.

"Liz. You know I don't like that idea." You frowned. Dragging the bag to your room to see what she actually got you.

She scoffed at your words. "I know you don't, but you're literally a goddess who doesn't know how to take a compliment."

She was right about the compliment part. "What if everyone stares? But not in the way that's good." Your brought up, pulling out clothes. Staring at everything. "Lizzie, it's too much."

"It's not enough. Also, everyone’s already seen them. You're going to spend two weeks in warm weather. With how badass you'll look, you could probably find a lover. But he better treat you right." The blonde smirked from her spot.

You stayed silent. It was something you tended to do when hiding something or nervous. Lizzie was no newbie to this sign. "You're hiding something aren't you?" You just gave a nod. "Do you already have a man? Is it Alex?! You two are always talking!"

"Liz." You cut her from going on. You looked in her eyes and raised your right hand. She was confused and mimicked you. So when your wrist fell limp, hers did to. And her brown eyes almost fell out.

"Are you serious?!" She yelled. "You've never told me why?!"

You shrugged, "I was never certain but then a few years ago, I became slightly more certain, then this year I was certain"

She squinted at you, knowing there was something, or someone who made you certain. And her next guess was wild, but she wanted to know. "It's Weems, isn't it?"

You immediately left the room. Listening to her squeal so loud that you almost missed the knock on your door. You opened it not knowing that Lizzie would come running into the room shouting.

"You have a crush on Weems!" She screamed in excitement.

Never have you felt more heat on you than this moment. You wanted to be pulled into the ground by the plants. You knew vines were about to start invading your room.

Lizzie came up behind you to see who was at the door. When she did, her smile dropped quicker than you could think. You walked away from the door without another word. Locking yourself in your room.

The two just stood by the door stunned. Jumping as they heard your piercing scream. Watching as the plants all over started to grow. The room shook for a brief moment.

You walked out then. Nothing happened. You went to stand in front of Lizzie in the doorway. "Principal Weems, what can I help you with?" Your voice wasn't stable but you wanted to end this night conversation now.

"I just was told about a lot of shouting and wanted to make sure everything was ok." She answered. Her mind wanted to think about what she now knew, but her eyes searched yours for any sign of anything really. "So, is everything ok?"

"Just wonderful. Professor Boris was just telling me why I'm going on the trip." You answered sweetly. "She just got a bit excited when I caved."

Weems jumped between you and Lizzie. "Right, then I shall see you both in the morning, please try and keep it down."

"Goodnight, Principal Weems." You smiled softly as she walked away. You closed the door with the same softness of your smile. Turning and ready to lecture the life out of Lizzie.

Her arms were up, ready to hold you back. "I didn't know she was at the door!" She defended. You opened your mouth and let it shut instantly. Shaking your hands in anger at her while you went to repack. "But! You're coming with!"

~T.S~

The morning came and when you were doing your head count of your students, you could hardly look at Weems. Yet you could feel her icy eyes staring you down.

Your group was set to start boarding the bus to the airport. The kids all swarming to sit next to their friends and start eagerly talking.

You took a window seat near the front and pulled out your book and sketch book. You would assume that Lizzie would come sit next to you as her group was on the same bus.

You let yourself get lost in the words and pages. Even though the book was about things you already knew. Plants. As your eyes scanned over every letter, your free hand was subconsciously drawing what the plant looked like.

The habit was something that kept you calm over the years. It kept you distracted from the noise of the kids.

You were so lost you didn't acknowledge the person sit down next to you.

"So you also draw plants?" A familiar voice hummed. Breaking your silence. You looked over and smiled at the man. It was Alex.

You gave a soft hum. "It keeps me distracted. I didn't know your group was on this bus?"

"It got changed that each bus could hold four groups. I guess I got lucky to be on the same bus as you. So what plant is that?" He went back to your drawing. Secretly loving the way you would ramble on about them.

And that's exactly what you did. Telling him all sorts of facts about plants. At first it was one plant, then two, then three, and before you really knew it, you were at the airport getting off. A sheepish smile on your face as you realized you talked his ear off.

"I didn't mean to talk the entire time. I'm sorry," You were quick to apologize. Standing on the side as all your kids got off the bus.

He chuckled, "If I didn't want you to keep talking I would've stopped you. But you're really passionate about plants. I have to go do head count, but hopefully on the plane ride you can tell me more?"

You smiled and just nodded, watching him leave your side. Going back on to make sure everyone had everything. Collecting a few pairs of headphones and cases. You made it to the back and then finally turned around. Jumping at the woman who stared at you.

"Principal Weems! Y-You scared me! What can I do for you?" You felt the distance between you wasn't enough. It was too small. There was no space for you anymore. You needed to feel the cold air on your skin before vines started to appear.

"I was just checking to make sure everything was picked up, but it seems you beat me to it!" She laughed. It was such a delicate sound. One you could always listen to. One you wish you could cause. How you wished you could be the cause of that sound. "Dr. L/n? Are you with me?"

A distant hum brought you back. "Right sorry! Um, I just found a few headphones and their cases. Everything else has been taken." You spat out.

You knew from the moment she started walking towards you, vines would start coming from somewhere. They would come in and drag you out. Only taking you and causing no harm. She was getting closer and there were no vines in sight.

Every step she took towards you, you took one back. The racing thought of how much space you actually had left was screaming. You needed to get out.

Your back hit a wall finally. Your breathing was intense. Your eyes were searching her entire face. Your mind was just a big jumble. Your body frozen.

There was something that made you want to stay here. That the vines wouldn't show up. That there was something else you could do.

Suddenly, your brain went silent. Weems was talking, but you couldn't hear anything. Instead you raised your hands. Holding them together and focusing the nervousness into them.

You looked down at them. Weems following. There was a chocolate cosmos in your hands.

You blinked a few times before pushing it to Weems. For a split second, her fingers touched yours. She took the flower carefully and watched you rush past her.

Lizzie waved you over as you rushed into the building. She looked worried at how quiet and pale you looked.

Before she asked you started speaking. "When I get too nervous vines usually start to grow from somewhere and come for me. They'll pull me away into safety. We were on the bus and she was really close and instead of vines, a flower appeared in my hand. Not a simple daisy, no I mean one that I've never seen in real life. I was drawing it on the bus earlier and then it was in my hands."

"You gave her a flower?!" Lizzie whispered loudly. Her eyes trained ahead of her.

"I was panicking! It felt different. When the vines come, the feeling that rushes through me is shaky, unstable. But this...it was the most stable I felt. It was like those fireworks they describe when you kiss your crush of a million years. When you open the gift you wanted. Like when you met Rob. That type of stable." You were rambling. Your eyes looked behind you and met hers.

She was holding her bags and still had the flower in her hand. She raised it to her nose and deeply inhaled. You could feel her inhale almost. When she exhaled, you could actually feel it behind your ear.

You looked away and held behind your ear.

"What's going on with you?" Lizzie finally looked to you. She became worried with how concentrated and confused you were. "You look like you're about to die."

"I think I'm one with the plants. I have all sorts of my favorite flowers tattooed on my body. My grandpa's favorite is tattooed behind my ear. She smelt the flower and I could feel her breath. Either I'm evolving like some Pokémon, or I'm going insane." You gave a dry laugh.

Lizzie was trying to think of some plan to test it out. "Can you conjure up another one that's on you?" She asked.

You thought about the feeling you felt earlier and closed your eyes. Knowing that doing this in public would be risky if you got caught.

You knew on your left calf there was a juliet rose. You thought of it and the feeling Weems gave you. And surely enough, there was a flower in your hand. Giving it over to Lizzie, she smelt it. Then her exhale was on your calf.

Your eyes widen and so did hers. "You're one with the plants that are on you?! Is that why the vines were so persistent?!" Lizzie was excited for you.

"I can literally feel plants!" your body began to shake with happiness. It's always been a skill you had heard and wanted. You always thought it was fake. But here you were.

The only downfall you now faced: Larissa Weems had a flower from you.

Your actions ceased. You turned around to her again. Her hand started to reach for the petals, about to start caressing them.

"Liz, she has a flower. Her flower is right behind my ear. A chocolate cosmos. Liz, she can't have that flower." You began to panic.

"Then go get it. This trip is outside of your comfort zone and you're discovering things, so go discover a way to get it. We're not teenagers where I was the messenger." Liz shook her head. Knowing your next words would be asking her. "And before you ask me, what do I say, I'm telling you now, just ramble." She smiled at you. "And finally! If it goes wrong and you get too stressed, just know, we're taking edibles before we get to TSA. I know you too well for that."

"Is that why you forced me to eat breakfast this morning? To get me high?" You laughed.

Lizzie only beamed wider. "I plan too keep you from sober for the next two weeks. Now go! Get your flower."

You gave a stiff nod and turned to the tall beauty. Her blue eyes already on you. The urge to run away was strong, but you needed that flower back.

So you stepped away from where Liz was, moving towards her. Never once breaking eye contact. Your hands were fidgeting at your sides. You didn't know how to approach this at all and your mind was hectic once more.

Your feet felt so heavy. Had they always been this heavy? They couldn't have been. You were sure you would've noticed. But then again, would you? Why is this what you're worrying about? How are you getting that flower? Are you going to tell her that you can feel everything she does?

"Y/n!" Alex. He pulled you from your drowning questions. "Are you alright?"

"Oh! Yeah! I just had to talk to Weems before TSA." You answered.

You could tell you were close enough for her to hear and read your lips.

"About?" He questioned. Wanting to know further. "Is it about the flower she found?"

How oblivious he is.

"Yeah! Actually it's really strange. Being one with plants, uhhh, it allows me to feel anything they feel. And she has a flower I've never seen and I just wanted to ask her about it. But I can feel it's life draining and I want to nurse it back to health." You partly lied and partly told the truth.

Weems' eyebrow raised when she hear you could feel what the flower felt. But she wanted to test it. So she smelt it again. Blowing out this time. Watching how your eyes jumped to her as your hand felt behind your ear. That wasn't enough though. She wanted to push you.

The flower, the dark colors, were brought up to her vibrant red lips. Soft kisses started to appear behind your ear.

You took a sharp inhale. Once again jumping to look at her. A devilish smirk on her face.

"I'll see you on the plane though?" You looked back to Alex. Your classic soft smile being given for comfort.

He left you once again and you almost instantly locked eyes with Weems. Continuing your path to her.

"Dr. L/n."

"Principal Weems. That flower...I um," you started becoming short of breath. Your eyes fell to the flower in her hand then back up to her. Your eyes began to flutter. The feeling was being too much and you needed to let it out before vines started to show up.

And without thinking you grabbed her hands. Wrapping them around your as you felt flower petals form. You were learning so much about yourself.

"Dr. L/n are you okay?" She frowned, not understanding why she was covering your hands.

You knew the petals were to some flowers on your body and feeling her hands just resting on the petals was then on your body. And she didn't mean to squeeze, but she was trying to get you to open your eyes and look at her.

The smallest whimper left your mouth at the squeeze. You nodded your head. Not daring to acknowledge the redness of your face.

You opened your hands and eyes. Laughing weakly at how many different petals were in her hands. You could pick out which flower they all belonged to.

Finally coming back to reality, you went to start grabbing them, but Weems pulled her hands away. You furrowed your brows at the new absence. Craning your head to see her eyes.

"Principal Weems?" You whispered her name. Childishly reaching for her hands again.

You watched in awe as she put all the petals in one hand and used the other to carefully run over them. Sending shivers all over your body. The feeling was all to much for you.

You stepped closer to her, needing her to free you of the feeling. "Please..." you stared up at her with glistening eyes. Surely, you felt your body come back and your feelings dial down.

"I'm going to have so much fun with these." She matched your volume. "I'm going to find out which one makes you squirm."

"Principal Weems, I don't think that such a good idea." You shook your head.

You didn't have to think, you knew it was a bad idea. Too much could make you do something you won't be able to control. It genuinely scared you about these new found abilities.

"And why is that, darling?" She hummed.

You didn't get to answer as your phone went off. You backed up, knowing that it was Liz who texted you.

Then you left the woman. Finding your way right next to Lizzie. She could sense your defeat. Which is why she handed over the brownie. Waiting impatiently for it to finally kick in.

~T.S~

Sitting on the plane was fine. Well, it was fine.

Lizzie sat in the window seat, you in the middle, and you had an open seat. Knowing Alex would probably take it.

"Bro, imagine if Weems was high." Lizzie looked over to you. Her eyes barely open.

You stifled the loud laughter in you. "Do you think she would still be able to function as the giant goddess she is?"

"Dude, imagine we give her the last bit." She laughed. It was that stupid high laugh she always had, which would make you laugh more.

And for a solid five minutes you two just laughed at nothing. Trying to collect yourself when someone walked up to the open seat. Without thinking you greeted the person, still thinking Alex was taking the seat with you. "Hey, Alex." You got out between your panting.

Alex would've known why you guys were laughing. And when you reached for the last part of the brownie to hand over to him, you froze when you realized it wasn't him.

Your hand immediately came back to you, and you felt the adrenaline cancel out everything. You elbowed Liz, signaling for her to look and act normal.

"Principal Weems!" You blinked. Still feeling the laughter trying to escape. You didn't feel like your normal antsy self in front of her. Instead, after realizing who it was, you calmed down. Like you weren't talking to Weems, but to Larissa. "What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if this seat was taken?" She question, gesturing to the blue seat.

"Oh! Please sit!" Liz answered before you could. "Would you like the last of Y/n's brownie?" She offered, motioning to the brownie in hand.

You glanced at her. Mouthing are you sure? Knowing exactly what plan she had. Lizzie nodded and focus back to Weems. You followed soon after. "Yeah, I made them earlier this week. They're plant based!" Lizzie laughed while you tried to keep you cool. Weems, however, wasn't even laughing.

"I hope that two of my staff members aren't high before we even left state?" She stared at you both.

"Principal Weems, if we see those two, we'll for sure report them to you!" Lizzie stupidly joked. Causing you to finally crack.

You had to force yourself to be sober. "Larissa, it's because I get anxious on take off and landing. Lizzie just takes one with me so I'm not alone." You spoke without processing the names you said. "By the time we land, both of us will be fine. Liz falls asleep ten minutes into the ride."

Your eyes traveled up her entire body, finally taking in her outfit. She wasn't in her usual heels and dress. Instead she had on grey sweats and a Nevermore crewneck. And finally, your eyes met hers.

Those piercing blues. You felt your breath catch. She was staring back at you. Almost like she was waiting for you to tell her to sit. Words seemed to fail you(not the first time) so you just bobbed your head.

The seconds that passed from her standing to her sitting where in slow motion. You couldn't tear away from her every move and how elegant she looked doing it all. Then when she sat, she was still taller than you.

Time froze. You've had slight physical touches with her. But the burning feeling you were feelings.

Her thigh pressed against yours.

You were doomed.

How does one go through an entire plane ride with a stunningly indescribable woman near?!

Luckily, you didn't get to think long as the plane was getting ready to take off. You had missed the entire build up and now you were worried.

Your leg started to bounce, the one the was pressed against Larissa's. She had noticed but didn't mind. After all, you were just nervous. Yet, when the plane starts to build speed and your hand grabs hers, you close your eyes.

Larissa jumped at the sudden contact. Her mind didn't have to think twice. She just held yours back and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

~T.S~

Your eyes slowly peeled open. You vision was on a tilt, confusing you. Your head rolled to look up at the thing your head was against.

"Well, good morning," Larissa hummed. "So you're a cuddler?"

Your brows furrowed together before realizing. You had the woman's arm in yours and legs over hers. How were you even comfortable?

You began to detangle yourself, "Principal Weems I am so sorry!"

"Oh, don't be darling. I hope you're well rested." She beamed down at you. Letting the smile grow at your blush. Had you always blushed around her like that? Why had she never noticed? Why did you look even cuter?

Just then, the person in front of you turned around. Alex. He was smiling down at you, and you couldn't help the smile that appeared.

"When we land, and get settled in, do you want to combine our groups and get dinner together?" He questioned. His brown eyes had this sparkle of hope.

"So, what if I told you, that I don't even know where we're staying?" You couldn't help the small laugh that fell from your mouth. "I literally was given my group this morning without a single detail. Liz had planned me going when the trip was announced."

"I'm just that great of a friend. I have three given gifts...find Y/n love, let Y/n rant when needed, and drag Y/n on unwanted adventures." The brunette popped into the topic. "We're all given schedules based on our groups for a reason Alex. Reservations were impossible to make for so many hungry teens. Y/n is at the Rainforest Café for dinner tonight."

You knew easily Lizzie was up to something. She didn't care about reservations and following them. But whatever she had planned, you were trusting her.

"So, I am warning you Alexander Smith. You fuck up my hard work of making reservations, and it. Is. War." Liz pointed a stiff finger at him. Making his smile fade slightly.

"Don't worry, Smith. We still have the Secret Santa exchange." You brightened the mood. "Whenever that actually is."

"Tonight, by the pool." Liz cut in once more.

"Then tonight we'll see each other!" You shrugged. Trying your absolute best to ignore the hand creeping on your thigh. "Who, um, who'd you get anyways?" You tried to carry the conversation longer.

"Oh, I got Cawthon. I just got him a really nice cologne and his favorite brand of hoodies." He openly answered. "What about you? Who was yours?"

You frowned knowing you couldn't actually say. Seeing as her hand was literally on you trying to find some reaction. "I would say but they're too close and if they heard."

He playfully glared at you. "I always forget you never trade a secret for a secret. You're sneaky, ya' know that?"

Shooting him a wink, "I don't do that! Liz knows all my secrets, and I know hers. So therefore, I do trade. Just has to be a good one." He slumped into his seat mumbling silly things. You knew he was laughing just as much as you. You leaned forward to whisper. "Don't be so easy to fool next time Smith."

"Ha-ha, you're so wise!" He whispered back. "Did Liz plan everything?"

"She got the torch passed once Greene left. She's planned everything before anyone could even ask.. I'm still trying to figure out how she got me to pay?"

Lizzie leaned forward, "I took your card and went to get the money. You need to use your card more. You never buy anything. So much money."

"Nosey fucker!" You scolded her. Taking both back with your language. They hardly heard you curse, so when you did it was a big deal. "I hate you both."

You returned to sitting normally. Finally acknowledging the white haired woman. First her hand and how high it had gotten on your leg, then on her face. Mostly those eyes.

They never were on your face, no, but on her hand as well. There was this darkness to her eyes. One you've never seen on anyone.

A gasp so quiet it was only heard by one person. Larissa had moved her hand to your hip bone. Tracing circles over it.

Letting your hand carefully move up to her face to bring her eyes to yours. You could only stare at her. Taking it in. Drinking her like she was expensive wine.

You began to lean in, and so did she. You were so close. So close you could feel her breath on you face.

You eyes fluttered open. You glanced over to Larissa. Then to Lizzie, who was still out, and back to Larissa. She was now focused on you and how scattered you seemed.

"Are you alright?" She kept her voice hushed. "You seem a bit confused. Did you have a dream of some sorts?" You could only nod, words just not seems.

"Was it scary?"

You shook your head.

"Was it with someone?" You stayed still. "Oh so it was. Who was it with? Some secret crush?"

You slowly met her gaze. Brows laced together. "Have you ever been in love?" You spat out.

Larissa was taken aback. Obviously she had been, but that was forever ago and it never ended pretty.

"Once. Many years ago. When I was a student, I was in love with my roommate. We got into an argument and I switched rooms." She simply explained.

You could only giggle. "Morticia Addams? Is that why you would have such a thing against her?"

Now she was gobsmacked. "How did you know?"

"I'm the student who had done the research project on alumni from Nevermore. I had sent you and email asking to interview you but never got a response, but Morticia was more than happy to be the center of attention." You didn't realize what you were saying, still feeling hazy from waking up. "Anyone could've seen it."

"You were the one who's paper went world known?" She had never once noticed you. "You're so smart, I would've known you."

"Not really. You were graduated by the time I started. And I figured if I couldn't have the one I wanted to meet for so long, I would pick her second best." You sighed.

Larissa didn't get time to respond as the plane began to land. She grabbed your hand before you could search for hers.

Your eyes screwed shut and it was over before you could catch up to the situation.

Once you were positive you were safe, you let out a airy 'thank you’ but didn't remove your hand. Keeping hers in yours. Even when getting ready to get off, you and her stepped out of your seats to let Lizzie out. And you didn't realize how you pressed back into her. You also failed to acknowledge her sharp intake.

Her only thought was what a little tease.

Your hands finally let go as you had to do head count.

And you two didn't see each other for the rest of the rides.

~T.S~

You knocked on the door to your groups room. Thankful when they had connected rooms and were all in one.

"Perfect! Dinner is at eight, but be ready earlier so you can do some shopping before hand." You waltzed in. Beginning on water the plants that were around their room.

"Tell us about you and Weems!" Someone asked.

You turned around and narrowed it down to Ajax. "What do you mean?" You laughed off.

"Oh come on! You two on the entire trip here?! There's an entire group chat dedicated to you two! You were literally cuddled up on the plane!" Bianca walked into the room. "Plus, words in. Weems is in room 2140. And I'm pretty sure that is also your room."

"Nothing is going on between us! Yes maybe there's been something happening but nothing more. She's my boss." You sighed in defeat.

The room was curious now. "What's been happening?" Enid tilted her head at you. You were going to say nothing, but once you turned, you saw those damn puppy eyes. Leading you to cave and telling the small group everything.

After an hour of fan girling about your crush, you finally left to get ready. Walking in, you only saw one door, meaning one bedroom. You knew you were sharing and were already content with taking either or, but for now you settled with the bed.

Hoisting your bag onto covers. Unzipping it and grabbing what Lizzie said was your first dinner outfits. She even texted you to remind you.

You folded it, along with fresh undergarments. Smiling when she even packed your wooly green cardigan.

You spun around, ready to shower away your travel. Jumping at the sight of your roommate.

"Larissa!" You screamed. "Scared the soul out of me!"

She could only hum at that. "I take it your my roommate?"

You nodded, "I can take the couch. It doesn't bother me."

"Nonsense, you can get the bed." Larissa shook her head.

Her silver hair was up but you could only imagine it down and blowing in the wind. Which is no different from how she wished she could see your hair down and free.

You were stubborn at times. This being one of them. "No, I promise I'll be ok out there. It even has a better view of the mini forest. Take the bed, I'll be fine. Now, I'm gonna shower to head to dinner."

You walked off, leaving the white haired goddess behind. She was still stunned by how sweet your voice sounded saying her name. Which made her wonder how it would sound being a moan. Ever since she found out of your crush, she couldn't help but want to tease you. To constantly have her hands on you.

Larissa Weems wanted to destroy you.

And you wanted her to.

You didn't even think twice when you picked up your phone. Texting Liz that you needed her help to get the woman to go insane for you.

Her plan being the outfit she planned for you. It was still in your suitcase on the bottom. Meaning you would have to go out there naked to get it. Only for Liz to tell you to let the towel hang loosely.

You liked the plan. You were somewhat confident that you could pull it off. But that was till you saw the woman sitting in a corner chair with her legs spread. Her position killed you on spot.

No. I'm doing this. You thought loudly. Larissa watched your every move. Taking in how you didn't look at her again. But rather ignored her. Giving it all to searching your bag for an outfit. Pulling out a pile of clothes and setting them aside.

You climbed onto the bed and put your back to her. Legs spread apart slightly, you let the towel fall. Then taking the clip out your hair. It falling down your back and a bit in front.

You reached towards your open bag and grabbed your skin care. Following it simply but your hips kept wiggling. An attempt of seeing how long she could hold off.

It wasn't until you crawled off the bed and slipped on new underwear, that you finally earned a grunt.

"Are you ok over there Larissa?" You almost moaned her name. Saying it with more breath that normal. "That chair getting uncomfortable?"

"You wouldn't believe it." She huffed out. You grabbed the dress, getting ready to slip it on. "No bra?"

"Not that type of dress." You laughed. Pulling it down just pass your ass. Landing mid-thigh. You spun around. Smiling to yourself at how dark her eyes were. "Do you think Alex would like it?"

"And when exactly will he have the pleasure to see it?" She gritted her teeth. She knew you were playing a game now. Seeing how long she could hold out for. But if that was the case, then you better believe she would be winning. Her prize being you. "I do believe he'll only be seeing you at the staff Secret Santa tonight. The one down by the pool side."

You hummed. Making your way closer so she could see how short it really was. Along with how well it clung to you. Showing you off in every single way.

She could sense how confident you suddenly were feeling, yet it didn't prepare her for your next move.

You swung an exposed leg over her, then the other. Straddling her as you sat taller now. Looking down at her for once as your hands cupped her face. Your left thumb running over her lips and dragging the bottom one down.

"Well, someone's gonna be taking it off of me before then." You nipped at her ear lobe.

That was it. How dare you tease her like that?! To even consider letting someone other than her touch you? Had you gone mad?!

Her hands gripped at your thighs, then clawed to your hips. Pulling yours to be against hers. She held you still for a second. Soon to be rubbed against her.

Your eyes widen at the feeling under you. "Rissa..." you hummed again. Her name sounded filthy with how you said it.

"Keep up your game, darling. Just don't forget who you're playing with." She pushed you off her. Standing up with a bulge in her pants. Leaving you to figure out if she had this planned all along.

You let out a heavy breath and finished getting ready.

~T.S~

Just as you were about to leave you saw her. Mouth dropping open at the sight before you.

With a white silk shirt and black flowy pants. It was far from her everyday attire. You were expecting some form of a dress. All your thoughts were gone at the sight of the first few buttons undone. Almost showing you cleavage. Then you realize, she was braless.

She had an untied tie around her. "Darling, do you know how to tie a tie?" She questioned. Taking in the large gulp you took as you nodded. "Wonderful, come help me then?"

Your legs moved without being told, you stood before her. About to reach for the tie, but she stepped back. It stayed that way till you started to grow annoyed.

You glared at the woman. Turning to leave her to tie her own tie. You had a hand on the doorknob. Except the door had an opposing force. You turned around. Eyes meeting the silk shirt.

You figured it was time for your move again. Your hand collecting the tie and bringing her closer to you. "Keep up your game, darling. Just don't forget who you're playing with." You mocked her. Pushing her off you as you opened the door.

She was baffled. Why were you never this confident before? Where did it all of a sudden come from? And most of all, how were you this good at being a tease?!

You on the other hand, were going to your groups room. Knocking on what you knew to be the girl's room. When the door opened they immediately pulled you in and started redoing your hair and makeup. Pleased to see you comply so easily for them.

"So?" Bianca started. Everyone was waiting for your explanation.

"I think I'm in love with Weems." You finally confessed. Listening to the uproar of cheers.

"Is that who you're all dressed up for?" Enid was applying makeup. She chose a soft brown and green look. Claiming it to be 'earthy' and 'so you'.

"A lot happened to get me this dressed up." You scoffed.

They pried at you to tell, but you couldn't. And the bickering went for awhile. Even as it became dinner. Only to stop when you saw who's group was with you.

Enid was the first to say something about it. "We have dinner with Weems' group?! This is so great we'll be able to witness it first hand!"

You shook your head and let them all run off to the tables. You followed with such, but to a table that hosted Larissa. Her sharp eyes making you feel more aware of the stunt you're playing.

Sitting in the booth across of her. She smiled like a sly fox and maybe she was. The way she has you longing for her. Like she's won and just rubbing it in. She had a plan and you could tell. Not that you didn't have one of your own, cause you do. You think you do at least.

Situating well, you realize how isolated your table really was. "Weems." You smiled carelessly. Larissa could swear, that the smile you owned, was enough to murder. Enough to make other people murder just for you. "Fancy seeing you her."

"Likewise. Thought you would be off with Mr. Smith." Her voice held something to it. You struggled to figure out what it was. "You look ravishing tonight."

"And you look divine. I'm so used to seeing you in dresses and skirts." You returned the compliment. "Have any plans after? The Secret Santa isn't till midnight from what I've heard."

"Oh, so many plans. What about you, darling? Any plans?" Her voice was suggestive now. Her plans were you.

"Can I get you two anything to start? Drinks? Appetizers?" The young girl had rosy cheeks. You couldn't tell if it was the intimidating stare of Larissa or your kind smile.

"A bottle of red, please?" You were first to order. Sensing the rise in Larissa's sharp brows. The girl rushed off. "You scared her away, Rissa."

"Me?"

"Mhmm, with that intimidating stare. Could cause trouble just to see it." You teased.

Larissa was so confused. Earlier you could barely be near her, and now you were so bold. "What is going on in that pretty head of yours?" She squinted her eyes at you, trying to read you.

You just beamed innocently as the wine was placed down. Thanking the waitress and sending her off. "A few more minutes hun," you said.

You felt bad for teasing her. But at the minute, all you could do was feel tingly for the woman across from you. You wanted to push every damn button you could on her. Find everything that makes her want to paralyze you. Not literally but, just till it was too much.

"L/n? Are you feeling ok?" Larissa snapped you back to reality. Your eyes had trained to her hands. How they held the wine glass. You wished you were a wine glass.

Coming back to it, you just hummed again. Slowly coming out of your trance and acting like it didn't happen. Continuing dinner with delightful conversation.

By the end, you were just slightly wine drunk. Standing as close as you could to Larissa to save you from the cold. You were covered by the cardigan, but you really just wanted an excuse to be close.

It was that way till you got to the hotel. Going a different way from her. "Darling? Where are you going?" Weems knitted her brows. "The room is this was."

"Liz has my bathing suit. She said it has to be the last minute surprise. I'll see you later though, at the pool party. I heard they wanted to have a volleyball and chicken competition. I was named a judge for the night." You answered. Continuing to walk the opposite way.

Breathing out heavily when out of sight. Rushing into Liz's room.

~T.S~

"Liz! This is so out of me!" You complained. You were on full display. "What even is your plan with this?!"

Liz came out, throwing a shirt at you. It was some plant shirt you never seen. "It's Weems'. Now, put it on so we can go get drunk with everyone. Tomorrow the kids are doing there own thing at the theme parks."

"What do you mean it's Weems'?! Did you take her shirt?!" You gasped. How did she even get it? "I don't know, Liz. Maybe I should just...lay low? This whole confident thing, yes it was fun and got me into a sexual game, but I don't know...I just feel wrong about doing it?"

"If you don't want to, you don't even have to take off the shirt. And the whole confident thing was all you, and that dress. I knew you would feel confident." Liz stepped out, her swimsuit being more covering. "The entire time, you can stay by me and Rob. I know Alex will be there, so you'll have a familiar face and won't third wheel alone. At any time, if you want to leave, just let me know. I won't make you stay and be uncomfortable."

You huffed, knowing you were trapped in going. But you knew you would regret if you didn't.

You trailed behind them on your phone the walk there. Already being later than what you wanted. Deep breaths could be heard from you, catching Lizzie's attention.

"Rob, you go ahead and find Alex." She sent her husband in. Turning to face you. "Hey. I am really proud that you've stepped out and are trying new things. It's a huge step into expanding your socialness while you're sober-ish. And if you want, tonight will be the last that I pressure you into something insane."

From all the years that you were friends, you began to pick up on how Liz can sense your emotions. She knew how you felt from usually one look. Then again, you tended to wear your emotions.

"I'll watch over you, pinky promise flower." She embraced you. Holding on tight to you until you felt ready. "Now lets go get drunk."

"God, is that all you think of?" You laughed, opening the gate to the pool. Your mood instantly lifting at how lively the party had become. You could pick out who've been drinking and getting ready for the volleyball game. "Do I have to be drunk to judge this game?"

"Oh absolutely!" Derek and Ro came up to you. "That's the whole point of giving the kids free range. We get shitfaced, most of us get laid, and then hangover!"

"I mean, I even think Weems is planning on getting drunk." Ro nodded towards her. Everyone soon glancing over. "I actually doubt that. The most I've ever seen her drink was like a few glasses of wine. She's always so responsible. Would hate to have to room with her. Probably have to be asleep by nine."

"Well, I have two weeks in the same room as her." You couldn't bring your eyes back to the group. "I mean, surely it can't be that bad?"

"Oh, Liz. You are a match maker!" Ro jumped with joy at the new found information. "See when you two first started beating around the bush, I thought it was hopeless! I mean, everyone did! But then recently?! It's like the only three that don't know are you, her, and Alex!"

"No, she knows!" Liz cut it. Making Derek laugh loudly at it. "It's literally just Alex who doesn't get it."

"Doesn't get what?" He came up to the four. Rob following close behind.

You knew it was inevitable now. "About the whole thing going on between Weems and Y/n. They really just need to fuck and get it out their systems." Derek spewed without a second thought. "It's insufferable watching."

He looked at you, and you could see the hurt in his eyes. "I would've never guessed...Shots?"

"God, yes please!" You broke away from the group. Ordering one for everyone and then rejoining them. Clinking the small glasses and starting your night strong.

And seven shots and a mix of drinks in between later, you were feeling more than drunk. Words just slightly slurring and your skin was flushed. You sat on the edge, having a simple conversation with one of the math teacher's. Rambling on about a flower they asked about, you missed how they started backing away. Also missing the appearing shadows. Ending up letting out a scream as you fell into the pool.

You quickly scrambled to attack at your friends. The weight of the now soaked shirt halting your actions. You let your eyes find the group laughing and so was everyone else. Lifting your spirit at the antics. Your hazy eyes found the blurb that was Larissa. Giving you a great idea.

She had yet to get in the water.

The attention was finally off you as your friends came closer. "I have a terrible idea." You giggled while stripping of your shirt. Now in the bathing suit. Without a care in the world, you skipped over to the goddess. A cheeky smile never leaving your face. "Can you get the hair tie out for me?" You looked so sweet now. Like someone who's never been drunk or even tipsy experiencing it for the first time.

You turned so she could have easier access. "That shirt you had on...where'd you get it?" She questioned. Hoping that in your drunken state you'd say something so damn cute she'd want to take you for her own.

She handed you the hair tie. "Come meet my friends...well...your staff!" You became all giddy. She was stricken for a second, but she wish she hadn't fallen for your trick.

As she was in a moment of vulnerability, you took it as your chance. Dragging her close to the deep end. And then a splash brought her back. She surfaced to you laughing while everyone stifled theirs. Reaching a hand out, implying she wanted your help, and once you took it, she pulled you in.

It was her turn to laugh as you had to tread water to stay afloat. Pulling you towards the side as you became tired quickly. She was going to say something, but you were already out and gone. Grabbing another drink when they started bringing out the net.

Larissa was confused. You turned away from her, but when Rob started to explain, she wasn't anymore. That's why you were so drunk. Everyone there knew how you acted drunk. Liz had dragged you to more than you had ever wanted.

"Y/n is our ref for the night. And when absolutely wasted, it can get pretty intense. Always keeps us on our toes. Are you playing with us, cause if so, you're on our team." Ro tied up her hair. Getting ready to kick ass.

"No way! If you get Weems, then you're bound to win! I think she shouldn't get to play," Ashton, a science teacher, mentioned.

"And why would we win?" Ro playfully glared. "Scared of loosing to the undefeated?"

"No, no, he makes a point! With how infatuated Y/n is with Weems, points are bound to be given. Same reason we don't let Liz play." Derek agreed.

"Dude! You're on our team!" Ro smacked his chest. "Fine, why don't we ask Y/n if both Liz and Weems should play!"

With your name being said, you spun around, mouth attached to a straw. Eyes in nothing but a cloud of haze. You walked closer and sat in you spot. The whistle of honor being given to you.

"Thank you Dan, but! They make a strong point. I'm very infatuated with Weems, and Liz is literally my best friend. And if you let the best friend and the goddess, then you at least have to pick new teams. Only fair to mix it up!" You shrugged, not even hearing your words.

Liz was so happy she planned this out perfectly. "Well, if it means I finally get to be in the volleyball games, I say lets pick new teams."

Your whistle blew, "Line up please!" You beamed.

"I thought we were picking teams?" Larissa followed with the order anyways. Adoring how cute you looked taking control.

"We are, this is how it happens." Dan informed. Going to blindfold you.

You had your back faced to them now, doing a little sway in your spot. "Mix!" You hiccupped. Listening to the sound of shuffling. Then you were facing them again, somehow pointing at people and placing them. Until there was no one left and teams were evened. You took off the fabric blinding you and were proud.

Nodding in approval you blew your whistle again. "Let the games begin! You cheered, taking you ref spot.

The calls you were making were absurd. People were arguing where it landed, and you let them defend themselves. Best case got the point. Then it came down to the two you'd never want to have to face.

"Dude! You're telling me I have to pick between the best friend and the goddess? Guys...like on game point as well? Ok! Ummmm, Liz, you first." You pointed.

Liz stood tall, hands folded in front of her. "Your honor, the ball fell out of the lines, not to forget that when she blocked it, it fell outside the line, making her the last person to touch it."

You hummed and nodded, then focus to Larissa. "Rissa?"

"There are no lines in the pool water your honor. I was told, the only way that the ball is out of lines, is if it hits the solid grown and rolls away." She reminded you of your own rules that you gave, yet you couldn't remember giving rules. Which was nothing new. It's why nobody defended with the rules.

You bobbed your head and looked between the two, getting ready to raise your hand to signal who won. And with closed eyes you hear your crush's team. A clatter of what's erupting from the other.

"Y/n! You have never given someone who defends with rules the point!" Ro shouted. She was so competitive about the game.

"You were the one that wanted Weems to play! You're just mad it didn't work in your favor!" Derek taunted. Making you laugh at their bickering.

"Is it time for the chicken tournament now?" You tilted your head. Changing the topic before it carried on any longer. "And honestly, if we're gonna get it done, Liz and Rissa can't play. I never want to make that choice again."

"It depends, how straight of a line can you walk?" Ashton came over and helped you up. Guiding you away from the pool's edge. The groups watched as you tried.

They shared a quick silent discussion. One Larissa wasn't in on. "Y/n you think you could do two more shots and not make an entire flower bouquet?" Liz asked you. "You know you're free to- oh yup! There she goes!"

You had downed the two shots, completely stumbling back. "I want it nice and clean! But first! I want that one over here!" You pointed towards Larissa. Her eyes growing at the attention.

"Move it! You heard the ref! You're over there!" Liz nudged the frozen Weems. "Never tell the ref no."

Larissa didn't keep you waiting. Now standing between your legs, you spun her so she could watch and wrapped your arms and legs around her. Trapping her with you until it was over.

Letting the groups battle it out as thumbs rubbed your thighs. You couldn't help but get distracted. Your head fell to rest near her ear. Eyes still staring at the game.

"Did you know, that the dress and the whole thing I was doing, was because, and you might not know this, but I really REALLY like you. And I know Liz set it up so we could be together cause I truly think she's always known. So I really don't know why she acted so surprise the night I told her, then she unintentionally told you. Oh my God! You've known?" You came to realize the already known.

Someone fell and the competition was over. Meaning it was time for you to thrown your ultimate winner for the night.

You had everyone gather around, knowing this would be the ending of the night. "Right! I can't even like see, but! Tonight we had an insane amount of twists! Our night only get one winner though! And...it is...." You didn't finish before Ro cut you off.

"I swear on my life, if you say Weems." She pointed, knowing that's exactly who you were about to say.

You looked offended. "Well! It was gonna be you, but someone wanted to assume!" You turned away from her. "I declare the MVP of the night to...Ashton!" You pulled out a blown up crown and handed it over. "Congratulations!"

Everyone cheered before starting their goodbyes. You were by Ro and Derek while Liz walked up to Larissa.

Signaling for her to follow her to the other side. "Look, I know you're probably a wonderful person, but I swear on my grave. If one text comes to me or she shows up in my room and just is the slightest bit of sad, you'll be the first person I look at. And tonight, she will just sleep on the couch, I know she will, but at least get her in pajamas. Y/n...Y/n is extremely fragile but will never show it. And when I say fragile, Larissa I seriously mean when she try's to get you to fuck her, you have to do everything to tell her no. But be nice about it, ok?"

The sly fox nodded. What had happened that you were considered fragile?

You saw Larissa come back with Liz. Not sure why the two would've snuck off. Where they talking about you?! Now you were curious to find out.

You had Rob holding you up as you both walked to your roommates. You were handed off to Larissa. A towel was wrapped around, keeping you as warm as possible.

Liz came up to you, grabbing your slightly warm cheeks and making you look at her. "When you get to your room, Larissa is gonna help you change. Then you're going to go to sleep. No funny business, ok?"

You got closer to her. "Did you know she knew I liked her?" You furrowed your brows. Getting a nod and a laugh. "And you never told me?!"

"You were there. Now goodnight Y/n." Liz kissed your forehead. "Seriously, no funny business."

"No funny business, got it! Nighty night Liz." You hummed. Feeling your body get scooped up and held against some source of heat. You felt so comfortable.

In that moment, Larissa didn't believe what your friend said. You look so angelic in her arms. That you could do no harm nor wrong. You were just an innocent thing that needed protection.

She walked you both back in silence. The most noise being the sounds of the resort at night. Soft music playing, crickets singing, and leaves rustling.

Only to set you down when she needed to open the door. Letting you waddle your way to the couch. Missing it completely and falling onto the floor with a thud.

Larissa, had lightly laughed but went to get one of her shirts for you. When she came back to find you, she couldn't. "Y/n, darling?" She called out your name. Getting a distant hum from the bathroom. Lost with how you made it past her. She took in how you were curled up around the toilet already. "What are you doing?"

You simply pointed to the bowl. Knowing she got the message when she knelt down you and sat you up. "Oh, you poor thing. Do you always drink that much to ref?" You nodded. "So you're a social drunk, but when sober a nervous wreck?" You nodded again, this time with a frown. "Well, I'm gonna help you change then it's off to bed."

~T.S~

The morning came. You woke to your name being said over and over. You slowly took in your surroundings. You were laying in the bathtub with a indoor plant being spilled all over you.

Shit. You knew exactly what went down. "Rissa?" You called out hoarsely. A faint smile gracing your lips when she came in. Her hair down and free. The silver waves were everything you expected and all you wanted to do was run your hands through it.

"How'd you even get that plants in there?" She took in the amount fo dirt covering you. "Did you put it in there yourself?"

"God, no. It was probably the vines." You whispered. Scared of talking to loud and hurting your own ears.

Larissa couldn't lie. You looked beyond adorable covered in dirt. And with that fuzzy look in your eyes that was just the hangover. "The vines?"

"When I get nervous, or in this case too drunk, I loose most control over the plants in close areas. And the relationship I have with vines is insane. They love to show up on their own will sometimes. I need you to tell me what happened last night once we got back to the room." You sat up. Moving slowly to get out from under the plant.

Larissa just blushed at you. A small smile forming on her lips. You looked confused at her. "What happened?"

"We got back and you completely blacked out on the floor. You did aim for the couch though. Then you managed your way to the bathroom to throw everything you drank up. Then you blacked out again and I carried you to the bed. Your friend made it seem like you were going to be impossible to handle." The blonde answered.

You stood up fully now, brushing the dirt off you before stepping out. "What do you mean? Lizzie?" You wobbled a bit touching the cold tiles.

Larissa let her hands fall to your waist to steady you while you walked to brush your teeth. "She made it seem like you would try and get me to..."

"Oh! God! No! She does that every time! There's a whole story behind that. No, I don't drunkenly throw myself at people. I don't even do that sober." You shook your head. Shoving the tooth brush into your mouth.

There was some form of a domestic feeling. Larissa behind you in the morning. Her tall figure watching over you. Her hands still on you and holding you steady.

You knew she knew what she was doing. She wanted a reaction from you. But you had better plans. You were going to spend the entire day just teasing this woman.

You finished brushing your teeth, then spinning in her arms. Looking up through your lashes. "We should go to the theme park today."

"Is that what you want to do?" Weems furrowed her brows. "You don't want to go do something else?"

"I got dragged onto this trip, might as well go adventure out with it." You hummed. You lifted yourself onto the counter. Now having the goddess between your legs. Still staring up at her innocently. You were wearing your plan on your face.

Larissa had picked up on the look as well. "What is going on in that little head of yours?" She tilted her head. Coming closer to you.

Fuck. You had no winning chance. No dress to give you confidence, no phone to ask Lizzie for help, it was just you. You and your failing plan because she makes you so nervous and she knows she has so much power. You were going to drag this for as long as you could though.

Your final plan was to have Larissa Weems struggling to keep her hands off you. It was a matter of your next move though. You honestly had to summon the mindset of being drunk. Care free. Not even thinking of your next moves.

With Larissa already leaning in close to you, you figured being closer wouldn't be anymore harm. So you let your arms reach to grab the back of her neck. Pulling her head down closer to yours. Feeling ehr breathing hit your face.

"So much..." You whispered. Your eyes jumping all over her face, lingering on her lips the longest. "Are we going to the parks or no?"

Larissa felt dumbfound with how you left her. She also felt completely flustered. She wanted to have you close again. To feel your warmth radiate onto her. All she could do was watch you walk away.

Although, she was enjoying the unexpected from you. After the many years she's worked with you, you've never been anything other than quiet and kept to yourself. So seeing you finally break that shell was such a relief.

"You're not going to clean up the plant or anything?" She joked. Making you pop in to help the plant back to where it belongs.

She was stuck in a trance at how quickly you worked with plants to get them to look perfect.

Speaking of plants...Larissa came to remember about the petals and flower she had wrapped up and put in her bag. Knowing it would be an adventure with you in the parks now.

You, on the other hand, had already thought ahead of her. You had put the pot back in the living room with a cheeky smile.

When you walked back into the bedroom, you watched the woman search her bag. "Are you missing something?" You faked your innocence. You stood by your bag, pulling out all sorts of outfits.

"Did you-," She spun to face you. Her sentence falling short as you began to fiddle with the hem of the shirt. Pulling it up higher and higher.

You furrowed your brows at her. "Did I do what?" You frowned. You had put your outfit out of your bag and moved closer to her. Peeking into her bag to try and see if you saw anything out of place. "Is everything alright?"

"You are such a different person," she stared at you. "Did you happen to see a white tissue anywhere? It held something rather important."

Giving a shrug, you started to leave her again. "Nope, I've been in the bath tub all morning. What was the such important thing?"

Larissa opened her mouth, but soon it just hung open. You had your back to her as you complete ridded of the shirt. Your bare back on full display for her to take in.

She couldn't help but stare at the ink on you. How it all wrapped around you. Meaning that there had to be more on your front.

Your body moved quickly to get to the bathroom. Robbing Larissa of the sight. And if you stayed around longer, you would've heard her groan of frustration.

You were getting to her faster than she wanted to admit.

In all honesty, you were surprised she hadn't caught onto your little game for the day. Then again, the day only just began.

You did what you needed in the bathroom quickly, eager almost to continue to tease her. The thought made you pause for a second though. Where was this Y/n all that time at Nevermore?

You let the question float to the back of your brain as you stepped out in a towel once more. Your eyes scanning and searching the room for your crush.

Freezing when you finally found her. She stood in front of the glass door. The light giving her an angelic halo. You felt stunned to see her in such a way.

Suddenly your plan didn't seem important. You could only think about worshiping her entirely and not thinking of anyone else. In that moment you had a decision to make.

Get the woman and cave.

or,

Keep playing the game.

Then, a third option came to your mind. Get the woman and keep playing the game.

You moved over to her. Not caring if the towel was the only thing covering you. You stood in front of her and stared in awe. Your hand carefully reaching out to touch her torso. You met her pure blue eyes. Before she could ask what the look was for, you descend to your knees.

Eyes never leaving hers, "I want to worship you with everything I have. My goddess from above. The celestial creature you are. How you have trapped me with your living breath. How you stun me with just being near. How you are unbeatable and have no real competition for my ever giving adoration. But, I cannot cave into the wanting that is you. I kneel before you to show you how ready I am to make you cave for me."

You got back up, lingering hands on her. You backed away with a bowed head. Taking the outfit you had left on the bed and putting it on. Trying to let the fact of Larissa only behind you go.

You finished getting dressed and started working on the small bag you were bringing with.

Larissa had watched you. Watched how you fiddled with small things while thinking. Watching how you completely dropped to your knees in front of her and then played like nothing happened. Watching you as her stomach was twisting in all sorts of ways. Watching you like prey.

You were oblivious to this stare. You wanted nothing more than to hide from her after that. After saying you were willing to deny yourself just to have her begging for you.

But now you put her in a new position. Was Larissa Weems willing to throw out everything she's stood for just to have you? Or was she going to drag it so long that you had to come to her?

~T.S~

After the next three days of teasing went on, everyone could sense the tension you radiated. Every dinner you had with other members of the staff. Everyone could feel it.

"Ok. Y/n, I adore you, you obviously know this, but if you don't just fuck that woman. Because we are walking in this theme park and you two are just teasing each other at every given chance. You're even texting when she's literally three steps behind us. And I know you have no experience cause that's not what you focused on in school, but for the love of god, just fuck her tonight." Lizzie finally said. After you had just looked after your phone for the umptieth time.

You frowned at the last part. You have no experience. "How am I even supposed to ask her? Just like, 'hey we've been teasing each other let's just have sex!' I can't. I dug myself deep into it."

Lizzie laughed at how clueless you were. "Do exactly what you told me you did the other day. But keep it going. You've been playing this game far to long and now you're both suffering. I mean, look at her! She has not stopped that look of she's going to fuck you dumb."

"How do you know that?" You frowned, glancing back to the tall woman who was staring back at you. You blushed and looked away.

"Hun, this is what you're going to do. Tomorrow is either a shopping day or lounge day, its a free day. And so in you're suitcase, I packed you this really cute lingerie. It's white with flowers all over it, you'll love it. So when you go back to the hotel tonight, I'll stall her while you run ahead and change into it. Leave your hair down and use that innocent bare face. And to finally get into ready, sit on your knees on the edge of the bed. She'll be on you in no time." Lizzie planned out for you. Her eyes trained to the ride that you were about to get on.

Which is then how you realized how much you hated the idea of roller coasters. Rob came up and took the seat next to his wife, leaving you to sit with Larissa.

"So what were you and Lizzie talking about?" She leaned close. When you looked back, it gave her some idea of the conversation.

You only shrugged though, feeling vulnerable to the point you couldn't make eye contact like normal. The gates to the ride opened for you to get on. Hands beginning to shake at the anticipation. Tears even began to fill your eyes.

"Darling? You're shaking?" Larissa hummed. You and her sat in the back of the cart that way you would be blocked in the picture.

"Y/n hates rollercoasters." Lizzie laughed.

There was no more conversation as the ride launched. You were screaming through the fear. Lizzie and Rob were laughing in front of you. Larissa was next to you holding your leg that was shaking uncontrollably.

What made it the worse, is that it was in the dark with a few flashing lights. The worst type of rollercoaster.

Finally breathing again once it came to an end. You were quick to stumble off the ride, wanting to get off as quick as possible. The action making everyone around you laugh. Only to increase from the married couple when you turned around and had tears streaming down your face.

"It wasn't even that bad Y/n!" Lizzie got out between laughs. "You've been on worse."

Larissa held her arms open and you hid your face in her. Her hand stroking your hair and rubbing your back. Feeling you shake slightly.

"Ok, why don't we call it a day? We've been putting you through ride after ride. I'm sure most of the kids are either at dinner or at the hotel." Lizzie suggested, watching you nod stiffly.

~T.S~

You had done what Liz had suggested. You were sat on the bed in the white lingerie. Your hands were shaking at the thought.

You heard the door open, then it closed. Everything was moving incredibly slower. Even the sound of all the bags Larissa had falling to the couch sounded slow.

It was slow when you saw the room door opened and Larissa walk in.

The way her eyes took you in. How she stood there and was ready to devour you.

"And what to I owe this?" She raised her brow. "Come here darling."

You did as she said, getting up and stopping in front of her. Head hung low and bowed to her. "My goddess, you owe absolutely nothing. But please let me be yours tonight,' You began to have a whiny tone. Hands reaching out to fist her clothing.

"Oh is the pretty thing finally caving?" Larissa teased you. Hand coming to your face to get you to look at her. Bringing her lips down t your ear, "I like when you talk like that, it makes me want to destroy you."

She pulled her head back and crashed her lips to yours. Moaning at the sweet taste of the ice cream you ate earlier. Loving how it tasted off of you.

She tapped your waist, signaling for you to jump as she would catch your legs. Wrapping them around her waist as she carried you to the bed and sitting down with you in her lap. Kissing hungrily down your next. Leaving all hints and obvious clues that you were hers now.

"My god, darling. You taste better than I've ever expected." She hummed on your pulse point, drawing out a airy moan.

"Thank you..." You couldn't finish as she hummed again on your next. This time sucking hard and making you shake with need.

Your hips shifted, in need for some relief. And Larissa couldn't deny you any longer. She held your waist with a bruising grip and helped you get yourself off.

"You look so pretty dear. Making a mess of yourself on my lap when I've hardly touched you. Tell me, were you that desperate for me?" She whispered close to your ear. Making you cry out in want. "Uh-uh, I want you to use your words. Tell me how good I make you feel."

"Please! God, I need you so bad. Please, please, please," you were mumbling pleads over and over. You were so close already. The knot so tight you thought you might die.

But then all pleasure stopped. You let out a cry, only to be shushed. "Oh don't worry. You'll get your release, but it's going to have to be earned."

You didn't process much when she flipped you over on the bed. Hovering over you now almost completely bare. You let your hand lightly run over her skin. Becoming more desperate knowing how soft it was. Your hips bucked up to hers, moaning at the unexpected feeling.

You looked between you two, drooling at the faux cock that hanged from her hips. Never had you had anything up there, only one person and ever even eaten you out.

Larissa had noticed the shift in your eyes. Picking up the clues instantly and knowing now she would be your first. "If it's too much Y/n we can stop."

"No, fuck no," you panted breathlessly. "Please, I'm positive about this."

"If it hurts, just tell me and we can stop, ok?" She had a whole new aura. The care that radiated off of her instead of the lust. You gave a nod before pulling her into a kiss. "As cute and innocent as you look in this, I think it'd be better to get rid of it before I tear it off you. Or would you like it that way instead?"

"Please, wanna be close to you..." you whispered. Moaning as you instantly felt the fabric rip off your body. The cold air of the room running over your body.

"You're even prettier than I thought you'd be. Do you even know what you do to me? The things you make me want to do to you? You make me insane, Y/n." Her words were bringing you so close alone. "And having you like this right now, god. I'm going to fuck you so dumb, baby. I'll be the only one you can think of. The only name you can even get out of those pretty lips. The one you think who just fucked you so good." She just kept going. Her voice being so attractive to you. "I'm gonna fuck you so good I promise, baby."

She lined up with your core. Collecting your slick as she ran the cock up and down your folds. Stopping at your dripping hole. "So fucking wet for me." She mumbled loud enough for you to hear, but mostly for herself. She finally had you under her and ready for absolute destruction.

Slowly she began to fuck her way deeper. Going in and out constantly until she bottomed out entirely. Both your breathings being heavy. Larissa had her eyes closed. Looking down once she opened them to see the bulge in your stomach now. "Look pretty girl. Look how deep I am in you."

She watched your face as you saw what she was gawking at. You wiggled your hips ever so slightly and moaned loudly. You could feel how deep she was in you. How your walls fluttered around the toy continously.

"Please..." You felt the feeling begin to take over your brain. Feeling that fuzzy state wash over you.

Larissa couldn't help the love that took over her face at this sight. And she wanted to see more. Her hips drew all the way back and then snapped forward. The thrust being deep and hard. You practically screamed. Being silenced with a kiss.

"I know princess, but it'll feel so good once we get going. You'll be so dumb for me. I've always wanted you like this. Since the interview. To be so deep and fucking you like a wild animal. And all the things and stunts you had up that sleeve of yours." Her pace began to pick up at the thoughts. "How you teased me without even trying." She went faster. "Those looks." Faster and deeper. She picked up your legs, giving her a new angle. "The way you complimented me while drunk." The feeling was brutal.

"Please! Fuck mommy!" You cried without even thinking. You had finally given in to the dumb.

The name made Larissa slam into you and hit your sweet spot. "And that name. You wanted to be mommy's little fuck toy didn't you?"

"Yes, yes, your fuck toy." You babbled. "Please mommy, 'm so close!"

"Oh darling, hold out a little longer." She hummed before pulling out completely. Leaving you whimpering at the sudden loss. "Shh, shh you're ok."

Your hips still moved in search for the toy again. "Mommy wants to feel you coming on her cock, is that alright angel?"

"Please, want you." You stared with teary eyes. Not knowing what she really meant until you felt a real cock slip into you. The feeling before having nothing on right now. You cried out for her.

Larissa was still over your body. Moaning in your ear as you squeezed around her. "Fuck baby, you're so tight. Squeezing around me like that." It wasn't long before she began to pound into you again. Slamming her hips to yours. She watched as you began to shake.

"Please...mommy I...I can't," You panted out. Gasping when pressure was added to your clit.

"Come all over me darling, go ahead." She granted. Feeling how you grasped at her shoulders and shook. Holding her so close for grounding. She wasn't far behind you, fucking her warmth into you.

Giving you both a second to breath while she slowly rocked her hips. But then slowly became quickly, and before you knew it she was going for another round. Kissing your collar bone as you dug into her back. Pulling her closer to you with your legs and trapping her in you.

You couldn't even get out that you were close. Crying into her as your body tensed and then fell apart. Letting you become mush in her arms.

"You're doing so good for mommy. I'm so close dear. I'm gonna fuck a baby into you one day, I swear. I'm gonna treat you so well." She straightened up. Moving you both to the end of the bed giving her more force. She stood to her word. Fucking you so dumb you could only say her name. Multiple 'mommy's fell from your lips as she filled you up.

You swore at this point you had blacked out. Listening to your name be called over and over. "Darling you did absolutely amazing." You could hear Larissa quietly praise you.

And for a fool's second, you thought you were done. Until you felt her tongue run up you.

You tried to push her away or yourself away, but you couldn't. Your body wanted her. And as her arms held you down, she devoured you. Tasting the mixture of you both oozing out of you. Bringing you to one more high for the night.

The next thing you knew, Larissa was cleaning you up and climbing into the bed with you. Whispering sweet nothings into your hair line with kisses after each one. Her arms pulling you so impossibly close.

You could feel the twitching cock still. She had one more left in her and you were destined to satisfy her. Even tired to the point you thought you would die, you still shifted onto her.

"You still have more in you," you whispered, Trying to lower yourself onto her. "Wanna make mommy feel good."

"Aren't you just the sweetest, but we've done enough. You're practically about to fall asleep." She chuckled softly. Her hands were resting on your hips as you had managed to slip her back in you. A heavy groan leaving her and a whimper from you.

"Use me, please." You shifted your hips once more. Larissa couldn't tell, but you were spelling things out on her. sucking on her boob at the same time.

She started taking control eventually. Snapping up to meet you in the middle. And it wasn't long again. This time she pulled out and just held you so so close to her.

"Thank you so much angel. You were so good for me tonight." She combed through your hair, lulling you to sleep.

~T.S~

the next morning you woke up second. Looking to meet Larissa's gaze and smiling. "Well, good morning." She kissed your forehead. "Thought you would never wake up."

You hummed and just stared into her eyes. Searching for any regret of last night and finding nothing from her. Making your smile grow ten times.

"Y/n?" Larissa whispered.

"I think I love you?" You had managed. Crawling to straddle her lap. "Yeah, I do. I mean, you've always made me have a hard time not loving you."

Larissa was silent while staring. How could you be so certain? And she weas going to ask, but the kiss you gave her told her everything. So much so that she began crying. The feeling well returned.

"Be mine forever, Y/n." She begged so quiet you swear she would start sobbing.

"Of course, Larissa. You are nothing short of an earthal being I want to worship every single day." You confessed. Kissing away her salty tears. "I'll love you with everything I have because you deserve it all and more."

She laughed at that. "You and your worshipping words, Y/n. Wherever did someone like you learn it all? You're so young."

"It's all to impress the goddess you are." You placed one last lingering kiss to her lips. Only to have your morning rudely interrupted by a knock at the door.

Making you both laugh as you had checkout so soon.

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Hey, love you po12 au! I was wondering about something that you said in your gorsetail hc post. You mentioned Lionblaze revealed that truth, what made you want to change it from Hollyleaf to Lionblaze?

Firstly thank you, it always means so much to know people enjoy what I make! It means a ton, genuinely! Second, due to the shift in dynamics the 12 have with different areas of support even amongst the clans, Hollyleaf's shame in being half-clan is not something she would let get to her in such a manner.

Essentially Squirrelflight finds she's pregnant, earlier than she initially was in the books. She realizes she's pregnant around the time Dovepaw and Ivypaw are apprenticed to Lionblaze and Hollyleaf respectively, and at this point the "OG 12" think all is good, though they've all noticed a few strange happenings. Jayfeather notices Dovekit chattering away about things so far away it shouldn't be possible she knows. Tigerheart notices Scorchkit that while Scorchpaw is shy, he's down right terrified and uncomfortable around certain cats for seemingly no reason. Heathertail is curious as to why Sedgepaw likes talking to herself and staring off into space, in particular ThunderClan. And finally, RiverClan just had a rather quirky young cat stroll up saying she was from the mountains. How had someone barely old enough to be an apprentice make that journey all on her own, and without so much as a scratch?

Back to Squirrelflight, she's shocked. Brambleclaw is elated, I mean he loves Hollyleaf, Jayfeather, and Lionblaze, so more kits was great news! Everyone is happy for her, but Jayfeather feels an overwhelming sense of... anger, in his mother. It surprises him. This should be something to celebrate, and Squirrelflight outwardly does. It bothers Jayfeather, but he doesn't push it, keeping it to himself.

However, that night Squirrelflight pulls Leafpool aside and they go out for a walk, and that anger is so loud that Jayfeather can't ignore it. Concerned for his family, he attempts to sneaks out to just keep an eye on things, though he is rather quickly caught by Hollyleaf. Before he can even fully explain, they take cover and overheart something they didn't expect to hear that night.

"We need to talk." Squirrelflight turned to look at her sister, voice flat, if not cold. Leafpool's ears flattened, lowering her head as she seemed to cower slightly. "Is it about the kits?" she asked, voice barely above a murmur. "Of course it's about the kits!" Squirrelflight hissed. Her ginger fur bristled, though her voice remained soft. Her sharp green eyes quickly glanced around, her claws kneading the ground as anxiety practically radiated off of her pelt. "You said I was barren. StarClan said I was barren. You said I'd never have any of my own." The dark ginger she-cat approached her sister, each pawstep heavy as she got closer. "Do you have anything to say to me now? You lied to me Leafpool. You and StarClan lied to me!" "Squirrelflight, I-" "Explain. Why? Why did you?" "You wouldn't take them otherwise. I had to, or else I'd lose everything and-" Squirelflight cut the medicine cat off, lashing her tail as she snarled. "Lose everything?! I would've stood right at your side. I lied to everyone, even my own mate. I've lied to our mom and dad. I've lied to the whole clan. I've lied to everyone I've ever cared about. I've lied to those children who I loved and raised as my own." Leafpool was silent, the brown tabby's amber eyes seeming to harden her own pelt faintly bristled. "Are you saying you regret it? That you regret being their mother?" Jayfeather had listened on in silence, unable to look away. He was as still as he could be, but not due to any amount of trying. His body wouldn't move even if he wanted it to. The gray tabby's throat was dry, and he could only imagine Hollyleaf's expression. His body practically trembled, but the feeling of his sister's soft black fur against his remained. It never dared to leave his side, the two siblings pressed against each other like when they were kits, together in the bushes. "Not for a second. I may not have brought them into this world, but they're still my kits. I'm their mother, and I'll always be their mother. But don't you use them against me now to make your lie to me ok, Leafpool."

They didn't need to hear much more. As the two sisters continued to argue, Hollyleaf would lead Jayfeather away, heading towards a spot Jayfeather always took comfort in - the WindClan border. It was quiet there, the two sitting in silence before Hollyleaf had the strength to finally speak.

"She's not our mom... Squirrelflight isn't our mom..." Her voice was so hollow, Jayfeather's own tightening as he nodded. "Brambleclaw... he isn't our dad, is he?" "I...I don't think so." Hollyleaf took a deep breath, eventually pressing against the gray tabby beside her. She buried her face in his fur, despair washing over her so strong that it could almost knock Jayfeather over. "I don't think so..."

Leafpool was their mother. Everything felt different after that. The two siblings knew they had to tell Lionblaze, and they did so pretty promptly the next day.

In my rewrite, I really strived to make Lionblaze a lot less... boring. He has anger issues, is rather impulsive, and while he has a good heart, he thinks more with it than his head to the point of issues. While Jayfeather and Hollyleaf are more logical and have simply not talked more about it beyond the simple fact of their parentage, Lionblaze is distraught and show is. He paces, he growls, he weeps, he scratches trees - he wants answers but is talked down by Jayfeather who insists they can't go throwing a stone in things now. They had a enough on their plate with StarClan, the Dark Forest, Sol, Darktail, and working with the others. Lionblaze hates to agree, but in the end all three do ask the question-

What would it change?

Outing themselves as children to a medicine cat would do them nothing but harm. In this case the ThunderClan three are much less focused on themselves and their own origin, and instead know they have stuff to do. It's hard to be angry about your origin when you believe you have most definitely been blessed.

For awhile things go as normal. They spend time with Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight, still excited about the news of having younger siblings in a way. The biggest issue they have is with Leafpool, Lionblaze avoiding the medicine cat den altogether while Hollyleaf has others ask for her. Jayfeather can't avoid it though, and he just becomes more sour with her. He's annoyed just... all around, but he's doing his best to just get by. It's a festering wound for the ThunderClan trio, as they have no way to process it, but also can't give themselves space without drastically shifting their dynamics. The three are very close with Brambleclaw and Squirrelflight, keeping up a healthy relationship with their parents even as adults. Suddenly avoiding them wouldn't go unnoticed unless they occupy themselves. And that's admittedly what they do. After all - Lionblaze and Hollyleaf get apprentices - Dovepaw and Ivypaw respectively.

However, everything changes when Heathertail and Lionblaze affirm in one of their Domain meetings that Dovepaw and Sedgepaw had been speaking to each other - Dovepaw seeing Sedgepaw out on the moor, while Dovepaw recited Sedgepaw's words perfectly back, as if the little she-cat was in her head. The two warriors had absolute undeniable confidence that their apprentices had a gift, just as they did - and this shakes Tigerheart and Pebblefoot. Tigerheart says that his apprentice Scorchpaw... well he knew about the Dark Forest, and could pick out who had been there each night perfectly. Pebblefoot's newly assigned apprentice Larkpaw told grand tales of the lights that guided her to RiverClan from the mountains, and how they always appeared to show her where to go...

It went against the prophecy, and that meeting ended rather tense and confused. Jayfeather confronts Chi the next evening, who fesses up that these cats were indeed the true three, and Hollyleaf, Flametail, Harespring, and Willowshine were not apart of the prophecy. As you would guess, this enrages Jayfeather, wondering why Chi didn't say anything before, but alas the godly figure brushes him off, admitting having those non-prophecy cats around had certainly helped with organization. They just didn't have the characteristics Chi desired - a rather flippant and detached response, though then again that wasn't unusual for Chi.

This news devastates the team, causing just about everyone to walk out with their own differing reactions. Hollyleaf is conflicted, Flametail believes he'll never be worth anything, Harespring dives headfirst into helping Ashfoot with his father, and Willowshine detaches from her siblings. Everyone is mad at Jayfeather, except for Kestrelflight, who tries to talk to him, but can't seem to get through since Jayfeather also stops using Domain during this period out of anger with Chi.

Back to our favorite impulsive and anger issues child Lionblaze, he's not talking to Jayfeather. Hollyleaf attempts to kinda get some things in order, but with her own apprentice to focus on, it's rough. Things come to a head during the Gathering where Lionblaze and Jayfeather have a fight and get into an argument.

Trying to sit with the other medicine cats was awkward when Willowshine and Flametail were there. Jayfeather could feel Flametail's hostility, followed closely by the broken despair that wallowed within Willowshine. Even as Leafpool called to him to come sit with her, Jayfeather would step back, turning and pushing his way through the crowd. "Jayfeather!" He recognized Kestrelflight's voice calling him back, but the gray tabby flattened his ears and pushed on. Not him. Not right now. As he grumbled and pushed through the mass of cats, he'd grunt upon running right into a a muscular form, his scent unmistakable. He sighed. "Sorry, Lionblaze." The golden brown tom would slowly gaze down at his brother, beside him being the familiar light brown tabby, Heathertail. Their apprentices sat nearby chattering with each other, blissfully unaware of the anger within Lionblaze. "You should watch where you're going." "Oh? How am I supposed to do that?" Jayfeather retorted back, stepping to the side with the intention of slipping past his brother. With a growl Lionblaze's fur bristled. "You're going to give me an attitude after what you did? Of course, you can never be wrong, can you?" "What's that supposed to mean? Don't you know I always have an attitude? Go ask any cat, then maybe you'll learn it's not so personal." Jayfeather's snarky tone came right out, raising his head in the general direction of his brother as he curled back his lips. "Not personal?!" Lionblaze's voice rang out. The gathering quelled, a hushed murmur being the last noise they'd hear before silence settled over them. With one of his senses practically snatched away, Jayfeather immediately snapped out of it and flicked his tail. He scented the air, and the emotions radiating off of people was pungent. Confusion, Annoyance, Worry, Fear - they all melded together to create a stench that made Jayfeather's fur bristle and his claws curl. "Lionblaze... let's calm down." "Calm down?! No. I won't be calming down when you ask any more. All this time I've listened to you and did my best, but you've been lying and hiding things from me, from all of us!" the golden tabby screeched. "You think things will just go back to normal? That our lives weren't just flipped upside down? You want to walk around and talk like you didn't just crush the sense of normalcy we had. Squirrelflight isn't even our mother, Jayfeather!!!"

The crowd gasped. The silence was deafening now. While much of Lionblaze's words were directed towards the prophecy, it didn't give it away. Most thought it all stemmed from the parentage truth, when really it was a jumble of everything they had been through over less than a moon. The gathering proceeds much like the book after that. Despite being so close to having their kits, Brambleclaw leaves Squirrelflight as a mate and is absolutely devastated. Leafpool admits Crowfeather is the father, another knife in the Thunderclan three's chest as they've soured their relationship with Breezepelt even more now. They're shunned by some of their clan, supported by others, and Leafpool steps down as medicine cat of ThunderClan, leaving Jayfeather as the sole one - which also really isn't helping the massive weight that's practically trippled in an incredibly short period of time.

Lionblaze immediately regrets what happened but is so ashamed he doesn't know how to apologize.

[justminawrites]

Aggretsuko Season 4 and why it was so Brilliant but so Awful at the same time?!

The shipping, oh god, the shipping.

Listen kids, I’m not the most avid RetsuHaida fan out there but even I know how to read the road signs they’ve been putting up since the end of season 2.

It was obvious that Haida was going to end up being Retsuko’s love interest at some point, the man never got any characterisation besides lovesick puppy (literally), and since he was still pining for her even after she politely rejected him it was only movie logic that they would end up together, especially since they had Fenneko pulling through for them in so many ways.

But man, was that payoff completely not worth it.

Don’t get me wrong, the side cast were wonderful: the show’s commentary on the way companies use psychological tactics to push out honest, hard-working people was on point and the struggles faced by working mothers was incredibly well done, and I was very, very happy to see Himuro getting his ass kicked even if he did have a point about the sinking ship that this company is. Ton’s arc was the best thing to come out of this whole season and you can fight me on that, but the actual storyline fell a bit flat for me.

Honestly with so much set up I thought I would feel at least a smidgeon of catharsis when these two finally got together in season 4, but I was just fully confused. To the point where I thought that whole road trip of theirs was some kind of fever dream he had or something, because it was so chaotically crammed in with the rest of the episodes that it just threw off the whole flow of their dynamic.

We spent a good chunk of the season exploring Haida and Retsuko’s flirtation, and it was weird as shit? For no logical reason at all? Wasn’t it supposed to be an advantage of their relationship that these two were friends?

Walking home together was cute and it was the perfect opening for Haida to get in her good graces and confess to Retsuko that he couldn’t see himself ever loving anyone besides her. It should be more natural this time because let’s not forget that he’s already confessed to her twice before this, once after her breakup with Resasuke and (basically) in the Karaoke bar– so it’s only fair that he gets a solid Yes or a flat out Never Gonna Happen. Instead we get Haida panicking and chickening out so hard, which was funny the first time but ohmygod he singlehandedly fucks up even his friendship with Retsuko to the point where it is no longer humorous.

He does it for the weirdest reasons too. Look I get it if they started dating and then he starts feeling like he’s not enough for her; i.e., if people recognise her on the street or ask for autographs or if she keeps getting calls to do interviews due to the rising fame of OTM Girls - it can be a little disheartening to be called The Boyfriend Of So and So - but none of that happens. We just see Haida get into his own head about what is good for Retsuko, like she’s not capable of making that decision for herself, and it’s not a good look for him. At all.

Speaking of Retsuko, I feel like there was a certain character regression that happened with her, that I just couldn’t put my finger on, so I went back and rewatched the other three season for good measure, until I finally figured it out.

Retsuko has gone back to being completely uncertain about her life and what she really wants.

Now I’m not sure if this was supposed to be a trauma-response (would explain a whole lot more if it was but I didn’t pick up on any subtext there) after everything that happened with that crazy fan of hers, but regardless, sis has gone back to being just as uncertain as she was during the first half of season 2, when she was forced to confront her reality of growing up and getting hitched and all that jazz.

It’s what completely puts her off from making a decision about Haida. When Washimi and Gori prod her about what she’s going to do, Retsuko doesn’t even give them a straight answer— brushing it away by saying that she hasn't thought about it because she doesn't really know Haida well. This is fair but not completely true and we know it.

Knowing someone isn’t really a requirement to want to date them, especially in her case. She barely knew anything about her last two boyfriends (Tadano and Resasuke) and was down to try speed dating for a while too. Retsuko’s pattern is obvious when you start looking: she falls in love as she pursues her affections, but first she needs a spark to set her off. [That spark wasn't really there with Haida even by the end of season 3.]

Later, when Haida actively pushes Retsuko away (much to Fenneko’s absolute horror) with his miscommunication and all her friends pressure her to take the first step, Retsuko reluctantly responds with “Why do I have to do it?”, which is the same behaviour she displayed around her mom back in season 2.

She’s being petulant, she’s being childish, she’s uncertain wether she even wants to date Haida in the first place, and that’s actually a normal thing to feel, for her.

In the previous season, it’s clear that she never wanted to be an idol, she just got roped into it because of that damn Hyoudou (Producer Leopard), and then ended up paying the price for it heavily. While Haida did have good intentions, his feelings about her got in the way when he tried to bring her back, and instead of being grateful that he was trying to help her keep her job, Retsuko got irritated with the way he kept clinging onto her instead.

So her feelings for him are complicated to say the least.

I’m not mad about her hesitation at all. Retsuko deserves to take a breather after everything she’s been through. What I am mad about, however, is how the show kept pushing them together against her will. From Fenneko (best girl) to Tsunoda (also best girl), to Washimi and Gori (who never forced her about matters of the heart, mind you), it seems like all everyone wants is for these two to be together, for no goddamn reason. Fenneko, I get it; she’s been putting up with Haida’s pining for five excruciatingly long years, she’s sick of it— but Tsunoda? And Gori??

Tsunoda could just be helping Fenneko out for whatever reason, but Gori is 100% just projecting in this case. She created an app with Tadano’s AI that she still hasn’t managed to market, despite being a marketing manager, and wants to set up her only two beta testers.

To make matters worse, we never get to see the effect of this relationship on Retsuko at all. We never see her feelings for Haida change in any way or evolve– she blushes once during their road trip and posts a picture of her food with his hand in the background, but that’s it.

We don’t see her feel particularly happy or sad or anything really. They spent half the season rehashing their whole I-don’t-know-you-enough-to-like-you spiel only to continue not getting to know each other at all? What? Was it all done offscreen?

Look the audience doesn’t need to be spoon-fed the details, we just want to see why she fell in love with Haida after everything that happened, and we didn’t get that at all. (Side note, I sincerely doubt it’s because the guy can parallel park; the bar is low but not that low).

What we do get is about half of an episode of them on this road trip, before we cut straight back to office drama and a completely Haida-centric arc. This, coupled with the fact that Retsuko is still very uncertain, lessens the impact of the relationship altogether and makes it feel really incomplete; like something’s not quite there yet.

We also get to see Haida in a relationship, and it is just.. yikes. It’s something alright.

We were blessed with a lot of Haida character development this season— the corruption arc was just *chefs kiss*, literally all his interactions with Himuro were charged with incredible Bi Energy but oh how his love for Retsuko suffered.

Haida isn’t happy about his job, he’s made that clear at every opportunity, and he desperately wants to be valued, despite not being good at valuing anyone or anything else.

Thanks to Inui (bestest girl) we find out that he’s this absolute paradox of a man who wants someone to see him, to really see him, to not end up a faceless worker bee in the crowd of people of his life. Someone who wants to be noticed so badly but refuses to notice what's in front of him in the first place.

He didn’t know Inui was a temp, which is insane, because that’s one of the first things they would’ve talked about, you know, since they met in the same office. You can argue that this is just because Haida didn’t love Inui the same but we see him actively blow off Retsuko when she’s trying to confess to him about her involvement in Ton’s banishment too. Haida isn’t very observant, in a relationship or otherwise, and it’s pretty clear throughout the season as he slowly transitions from her boyfriend to her boss, constantly shutting her out in order to win Himuro’s approval.

At first, this seems like a great foil for Retsuko. One of the main conflicts of the show is that Retsuko bottles up her emotions to the point of needing a whole Death Growl to properly vent her feelings, and as the seasons pass we see how she manages to slowly fix her stressful situations until she learns to react to things without it, using external love and support instead.

In season one; this support came from Friends: Gori and Washimi who she met in Yoga class. They helped her understand that she didn’t need to conceal her emotions all the time and that they aren’t some kind of big secret— it's okay to feel things and let other people know, you don't have to hide who you are. This was shown very nicely with Resasuke, where she hid her feelings deep, deep down and gave more than she had left to give, and eventually realised that isn't how she wanted to live at all.

In season two; this support came from Family: her Mother; while Retsuko spent most of this season trying her level best to adult - driving, cooking, speed dating - it was her mother who encouraged her to come out of her comfort zone and live or else life will pass you by before you know it. Here, she learned from yet another relationship; Tadano with his brilliant ideas and his desire to change the world, and when she found out that they had different pathways in life she made the most adult decision she had so far. Instead of clinging to the idea that somehow love would be enough, Retsuko let him go and moved on with her life.

In season three; the support came from her Talent; she began considering what she actually liked and wanted to do, and when life presented her with the opportunity to showcase her love of Metal to the world, to quite literally, come into the spotlight– Retsuko thrives.

As the show progresses, we see that Retsuko gets more and more comfortable with her feelings and refuses to remain her doormat self. Until the season finale, of course, and she’s back to a shell of her former self. Understandable when you consider the very real impact of what she’s been through.

Dating Haida could’ve been great for her.

Here we have a man who is dense and unable to communicate properly, so it would’ve really helped Retsuko come out of her shell, stop beating around the bush, and have her not apologise for her feelings for once. It could’ve brought her character arc in a full circle. But it did not.

Instead in season four; we see her try to support someone else: Director Ton. We see Retsuko fuck up, blindly trusting someone like Himuro who will never have her best interests in heart, and drown in guilt once she realises that her actions have very real, very awful consequences. Even as everyone around her tells her it’s not her fault, he made his own choice, etc etc this is the only time we see Retsuko actively trying to change the situation she’s in. For most of the show we’ve watched her get thrust into drama or unable to decline it out of politeness, but we’ve never seen her seeking it out of her own volition, until now.

This is because Ton is the first and only character Retsuko has bonded with in her workplace. Gori and Washimi? She met them in yoga class and even then almost screwed it up bc work hierarchy. Puko? Highschool friend. Tadano? Driving school. Manaka? Idol Group. Even well into season three we get Fenneko calling out how secretive Retsuko still is about her life, pointing out how even though it’s been five years, she only sees them as “work friends” and nothing more.

But Ton has been there since day 1.

He asks her to consider the value of what she was giving vs receiving with Resasuke in season one. He refuses to accept her resignation, in season two, telling her that she needs to start figuring out where she wants to go before she drops everything for a guy like Tadano. He even offers to pay off her debt (200,000 ¥) because he thought she was being blackmailed into staying with the idol group in season three.

Ton’s is this half-foil, half-mentor figure to Retsuko and he ends up giving her advice at her most crucial points throughout her life, and it’s fair to say that she wouldn’t have grown into her full potential of it wasn’t for him.

It’s usually his plain speech and tough love that spurs her into action most of the time: when Ton points out something about Retsuko, the man is honest, and brutally so. He goes from office bully to begrudging father figure in Retsuko’s life and this is the first time we see her value him for it.

Retsuko really wants to fix her mistake and save Ton, and so she ends up going to the last person we’d expect: Tadano of all people, bracing herself for rejection. Instead she’s finally met with someone willing to help out, for the first time in the whole season. And not just someone willing to help her, Tadano insists that she take the lead, stating how he “..can’t be the hero this time. It has to be you.”

This is some interesting character development from our billionaire tech-whiz, who, the last time we saw him, was hell bent on being said hero. [He wanted to save the workplace environment from drudge work and believed that creative pursuits were the keys to unlocking human potential, to the point where he came off a little preachy and tone deaf when he agreed that his work would put a lot of people out of jobs].

His breakup with Retsuko seems to have changed the both of them; once a carefree and irresponsible insomniac, now Tadano’s.. probably still an insomniac, albeit a more thoughtful and intuitive one. He’s able to read Retsuko’s thoughts even as she keeps them in her throat, surprising even Retsuko herself. This is a large improvement from the last time these two saw one another, when he was completely blindsided by her ambushing him during karaoke.

Tadano’s advice proves to be exactly what she needs to save Ton, and even though these two have grown as people, their cute dynamic remains unchanged— he still teases her, and she still scolds him and it’s wholesome af.

While their breakup was essential to both of their arcs, there still seems to be a little magic left between the two of them that blossoms even under these conditions— platonic or otherwise, Retsuko and Tadano are clearly always going to have something going for them.

As her relationship with Haida grows colder and more distant, her support system grows, adding Ton, Kabae, Fenneko, Anai, and nearly everyone else from the office, to stage a coup and wrest control of the office from Haida, and by extension Himuro.

The heist was Everything.

Kabae’s vent game was strong and the fact that Fenneko knew all of Haida’s passwords had me shaking my head. He really doesn’t appreciate how she easily she could ruin his life smh.

But the ending is where it fell a little flat for me again.

Committing tax fraud is romantic and all but it was really irking to see how blatantly Haida was lying to Retsuko when she dragged him off to karaoke. Sure, he might have been telling himself it was for her, but it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Haida was hooked to his new boss, and that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Himuro had a few decent qualities that were never really touched upon in depth, and I would’ve liked to have him stay on as the new CEO for another season at least.

On that note, the whole reset thing at the end didn’t sit right with me. It felt like a cop out tbh; why did everyone go through so much pressure and stress if the old CEO was done and going to be coming back anyway? Why did Haida resign?? What was the point of it all???

After much deliberation I propose an alternate ending instead:

We’ve already established that the company had been sinking because of the previous CEO’s wacky ventures.

Now that they were forced to window-dress statements, the only logical path to have everyone win is to blackmail Himuro into reinstating Ton and Kabae back into the office under a foolproof contract or else they release the real statements to the public. Blah blah blah, the company loses the trust of the shareholders, stock prices plummet, it’s the end of the world so he has no choice but to give in.

This would keep Himuro as the CEO (possibly teasing a Washimi arc in the future) and bring back everything to it’s morally neutral terms while still having a new and unique villain in the story— how will Retsuko butt heads with a master manipulator, where her rage might get the better of her instead?

It would still keep everyone on their toes while providing a permanent shift in the office, which, let’s be honest, it definitely requires.

Haida can still quit under these circumstances (after properly saying bye to Fenneko bc WTF WE DIDN’T EVEN GET A FAREWELL AFTER EVERYTHING SHE’S DONE FOR YOU??), and it makes more sense now since he’s a liability; his relationship with Retsuko can carry on until it fades out, or completely vanishes into the background idk I stopped caring a while ago.

Either way, I’m not going to say that keeping Himuro as CEO would’ve saved this season because I did enjoy some parts of it, but a few dynamics and the show as a whole did start feeling a little stale about halfway through, so I think resetting everything isn’t going to magically make things better.

TLDR: Season 4 wasn’t bad but it wasn’t good either and I blame RetsuHaida, I’m not sorry.