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bellarkeselection · 4 months

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Cross My Heart Promise

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Request from Wattpad Treassuredavis33 reader has cancer and is in the hospital while Cole is her boyfriend she tells him to promise her something on her almost deathbed.

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The Walter family had been forced to remain in the living room by Cole’s request when I collapsed on our date out tonight. I tried to lie and say it was nothing but now there was no way of keeping it a secret. He would know sooner rather than later I suppose now. Laying in the hospital bed I had an iv in my left arm. My hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail done by my boyfriend. “Y/n, I finally got the doctors to let me see you. What’s wrong?”

Cole came into the room dragging a chair right up to my bedside where I could see true concern in his green eyes. “Cole, I’m fine. I just…how much did the doctors tell you?”

“Nothing. They said that they will only talk with your parents or relatives. So what exactly is going on?” He asked me running his fingers through his hair.

Laying my head further back against the pillow I sighed tiredly. For our date we went riding out on horses like we did on our first date. He was riding in front of me while I felt myself getting dizzy and I fell off my horse. “I should have told you before now. I just didn’t know how you would react or if I could handle telling you what is going on because it scares me really bad…” I felt tears falling down my face getting emotional over this.

Unfortunately at the age that I am the doctor found out that the cancer that my mother had was passed down to me. My hair had started thinning meaning that it would start falling out soon. “Hey, hey, don’t cry on me. Just tell me what’s going on and I can try to fix it.” He reached forward, wiping away tears that had fallen.

“You can’t fix what is going to happen, Cole. So I decided that we should just end things now before we get too involved with each other.” I admit avoiding his gaze.

He shook his head confused. “Why would we end things? I know I’m not good at the whole boyfriend thing but I don’t want to break up with you.”

“Cole, we really can’t afford to be together anymore. I’m not good for you -“ He cut me off climbing up to sit on the edge of the bed and holding my face in his hands so I’d look him in the eye.

“That’s ridiculous Y/n. If anything I am not good for you. I normally do hookups and commit with girls. Until I met you…I want a real relationship with you.”

Blinking through my eyes I sniffed. “You’d want to be with someone who has cancer?”

“That’s what you weren’t wanting to tell me. Why did you think you couldn’t tell me about something? That’s a big deal to have cancer.” Cole declared in a baffled tone,

Shaking my head I felt more tears coming down. “Be for real, Cole. You don’t want to date someone who has cancer. You’re the popular guy at school and could have anyone else. I understand that so I’m ending this so you don’t have to deal with all the stress later down the road.”

“What makes you think that I’d want to break up with you over that? I don’t care about my reputation. It's ridiculous to me that people don’t consider I might be more than the guy who sleeps around.” He rests his forehead against mine. “I’d want to be with you no matter what Y/n L/n.”

Placing my head against his chest he wrapped his arms around my waist. We let silence fill the hospital room. He had his whole family in the room and they had all been concerned since I had a relationship with each of them. Cole kissed my forehead hearing me sniffing through some more tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I was just afraid you’d walk away from me.” I mumbled into his brown jacket clutching my fingers on his forearms.

Cole slightly pulled away from me and I saw some tears coming down his face too. “I’d never leave you because of your illness. I freaking have feelings for you so bad that I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. I want to make you happy and everything else. So you’d never be just a hook up to me.”

“I can’t believe you’re sticking around for me, Cole. I….I want a real relationship with you too.” I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug and he hugged me back blinking away more tears.

A few minutes later he felt me draw away from him where he tilted his head downward to my gaze. “What’s wrong, Y/n?”

“Now that we talked about my situation there’s something I want to ask of you.” I trailed off and he nodded letting me keep talking. “I need you to promise me something important. I need you to promise me that you’ll be nice to Jackie if things get worse for me.”

Cole shakes his head not wanting to think about the worst happening. “Things aren’t going to get bad for us. Not while we are together.”

“I know you don’t want to talk about that. I don’t either but it is possible. So promise me, promise me that you will be nicer to her. She doesn’t deserve someone being mean to her after the trauma she has to deal with….so as your girlfriend I’m asking that you promise me this.” Squeezing his shoulder blades in my nails he didn’t waste a second in kissing me slowly.

I leaned into the kiss lightly smiling and he broke it whispering under his breath. “We’re gonna get through this, Y/n. But I do promise to be better around her for you.”

“Thank you, Cole. I appreciate it…” I smiled feeling him climb in on the other side of the bed once I scooted over. Cole wrapped his arms around me and I cling onto his embrace before we just let silence fill the room. Not wanting to talk about the struggles of me having cancer just yet. So we remained just holding onto one another for comfort.

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dreamwritersworld · 1 year

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On my own… part 2 (sully family x reader)

There’s a reason why the word ‘dreams’ got Jake so upset when it came out of Y/n’s mouth, it’s all the child ever talked about.

*7 year old Y/n*

It was just Jake and Y/n in the home since Neytiri decided to take the boys and Kiri on a trip to some area in the forest she used to visit since Jake wasn’t up and he had a headache Y/n offered to stay home to cheer him up!

“I want to fly! Be strong and conquer the world! I will some day, it’s all I’ve ever dreamt of! Doesn’t it sound beautiful dad? Eywa told me through my dream! I mean really it-“

Jake couldn’t hear Y/n talk anymore, about a life she won’t ever realistically achieve, it was his final straw when she said Eywa sent her the dream.

“Y/n how could Eywa even send you a dream like that, it is not real.”

Y/n gave a surprised face to her father’s louder voice but she decided to ignore it maybe…he didn’t mean it?

“Oh..well I believe it’s real sir! You can achieve dreams if you just push for them! It’s brings such happiness-“

Unfortunately for the child she was not his cure to any of his happiness and only caused his headache to linger around longer and hurt more well, since they were alone…it didn’t exactly end well for Y/n.

“Eywa doesn’t send you dreams! They are not real!”

Instantly the child who didn’t like the loud noise and yelling, started crying. She flinched at her fathers hand that raised towards her..

“Ok!”

“They aren’t real Y/n! And your dreams…they’re just fucking dreams! Do you understand me?”

“Yes!”

“Say if I want to hear you say it!”

“My dreams are just dreams!”

“Say it again!”

“My dreams are just dreams!”

Jake had nodded off to the girl before turning back around to the meal he was eating while Y/n slowly walked back to her hammock with tears falling down quickly.

You see? Y/n wasn’t always able to handle Jake’s outbursts…but now it seems as though it’s easy for her

I ran faster than I ever have before adrenaline was the only thing keeping me stable…None of this was supposed to go out this way, they were supposed to be right beside me…and if I die tonight would I do it again…? I never knew how much anger could lie in me, not until this moment…I’m just so upset and scared. I have no one. I have nobody to run to for a hug, to hear a congratulations from or fly with at the end of my ceremony. Neteyam, Lo’ak and Kiri had that…so why can’t I? Does my father really I’m that incapable? Mother just stood there watching the entire thing…we weren’t always like this, with father yes but at one point my mother cared.

And my siblings faces? You can completely tell they realized before they were forced to leave, that my father was willing to go far…just to break me from asking again…to risk me sacrificing myself for something that could be done the right way without me having to die as a second choice?! …was it obvious to everybody else? That I’d fallen for a lie…the fact that our father couldn’t find it in his heart to give me what I deserve.

Forget it, I just need to get through this so I can prove them wrong and show them that I don’t need any ounce of their disrespect anymore.

It was pitch black and as if it wasn’t bad enough I didn’t have anything to secure that I’d actually do this on my own.

I just put my hand out and used my feet to memorize my surroundings, I was used to doing this in a way…I trained myself to be in the dark because, dad used to wake me up in the middle of the night after being upset at me a couple hours before and he’d tell me to sit in the dark somewhat farther back from our home, in the pitch black…so I’d have to find my way back home..

If we’re being quite honest I’m doing great! This isn’t that difficult-

Screeches and warrior like cries can be heard from an ikran nearby, ok this is it…sounds a little too loud and aggressive to be a regular Ikran..but ok..

I reach for what feels like the neck and try holding on until it threw me to the wall, pulled me back in a little too agresssive and suddenly I was flying….without an ikran.

Panic rushed in as I beg for Eywa to save me. For a moment there I was going to faint but I felt an ikran sweep from under me thrashing me around but catching me everytime before I fall…this ikran really isn’t giving up on me, I won’t either not now, not ever. I hold on tighter holding it by it’s neck and quickly make tsaheylu.

I can feel everything, it’s frustration, sadness overwhelmed happiness, and eagerness to just fly. So I gave the ikran and i what we needed i flipped and did tricks while the excitement rush through us. It was ok to be on the edge of it all…but you must always bring yourself back in.

After awhile I decided I flew pretty far so I found a bright place to sit so I can get a proper look at my ikran and get some rest.

“I’m gonna take a better look at you buddy! I just want my eyes to be closed before I see you so bare with me please!” I jumped off and accidentally slid down its huge wing. “Woah- you seem larger than I expected..”

I open my eyes once I hit the ground and right In front of me was a beautiful ikran, orange with beautiful dark red stripes on his wings…toruk makto.

“Oh my- you weren’t even supposed to be where I was at, you’re never in the Iknimaya mountains…you..you’re perfect!” he snuggled in towards me slightly. Tears rush into my eyes thinking about me achieving my dream and more.

“You chose me. Even when I was falling to my death you came back for me to keep fighting…you are where my loyalties lie.” I make tsaheylu once more to show my appreciation but to also feel his stories…he feels some sense of betrayal and confusion..towards my father.

My father caught him, used him for battle and then simply returned back to his regular ikran ‘bob’ as if toruk makto was nothing. He then showed me how he saw me from above, and watched me from afar…showing how he saw the way my father treated me…how they left me, and then he made me feel strong because he showed all my training I had done and all the work I was doing around the village…how I enjoyed taking some risks despite my past…the way I still smiled and showed respect towards others and ended with showing me how Eywa sent him to me…what surprised me the most is when he showed fire, I didn’t understand it but it reminded me that this entire time my body felt so warm and felt like my heart was on fire…burning.

Yes, I was very happy to finally have a bond but…when I looked around me and realized no one else was near me, I just gave out a stressful sigh before finally allowing myself to be free in my emotions…

*meanwhile back at home…*

“Ma’Jake w-why would you do that? She won’t-“

“Exactly she won’t make it , she knows that. In a few minutes she’s coming back just sit down and wait.”

The three siblings came back in the tent with a sleeping Tuk, all upset.

Lo’ak was the first to speak up for Y/n…

“Why would you do that dad? You’re asking for her to just die or get hurt? We have to go now.”

Jake now was reacting out of more anger

“You have no clue what she was sa-“

Neteyam was next to join the conversation…he was just so upset he didn’t even care what was coming out.

“We heard everything dad. Why are you asking that of her? Why do you make everything so hard for her? She has done nothing to you.” Neteyam was turning on his heels walking out the home to find Y/n….until he was yanked back

“You leave when I tell you to leave! Do you understand me? I will not risk you guys getting hurt for her choices. I gave her a choice she made the wrong one.”

“A choice?! What choice dad? You leave her with nothing and practically force her to do her Iknimaya under difficult circumstances knowing she can die!”

“Sit Down right now! And be quiet! I don’t want to hear it at all!”

The entire family went quiet and sat down, with rage still fueled inside them. All Neytiri could think about was her wrongs…did she really just allow her husband to send out their daughter?

*neytiri’s thoughts*

My vision is blurry and my heart hurts…why? For a daughter that holds deep secrets?….after the incident she was in when she was six, she didn’t come back the same. Her body was stronger, she did things quicker…and when she was emotional you can feel it radiating off of her, you can see these visions…like she’s showing you her present and her future, only by the touch of her skin. Jake said it was best to just stop her from having any emotions or being close to anyone else because he once saw her in the woods..scared and alone crawled up in a ball creating a ring of fire around her. I’m not even sure she remembers that, I let Jake handle everything with her…her punishments, her overwhelming emotions, all of it. He said it’s best.

I used to look at Y/n like she was my whole world…when she was just a baby still. Her skin was soft and she was beautiful! Oh and her smile, kindness, and the way she was able to love with her whole heart. Sensitive and stupid as Jake says…but had we gone too far on trying to protect her? Wouldn’t this make her emotions worse..? How could we keep pushing our daughter away?

Truth was Y/n wasn’t even adopted.. Jake said that even though Lo’ak and Y/n are twins, we would only show the clan Lo’ak as our biological child…make up a lie about two warriors, no one even bat an eye, believed everything we said. The reason we didn’t want it getting out was because at the time the scientists who were here wanted a biological daughter from Jake to help in their ‘experiments’. They said they would be able to make her strong, and connect with the world in many ways since Jake had Eywa by his side..a daughter would be considered more of a blessing in the scientists eyes. Stating that females were more vulnerable, gentle, sensitive so the results will be more apparent. She’d be able to produce a stronger version of Navi’s if she passed by Eywa herself..who was to guarantee that? So I made Jake deny all of it and they finally stopped asking, we never even bothered to tell her the truth…how would she react?

We even buried ourself deep in our own lie..we don’t treat her as our own.

Neytiri gets up after 15 minutes

“You go right now! Go look for Y/n. I will not wait here while my daughter is out there.” Jake turns to his wife in disbelief while Neytiri could careless.

“Go right now. If she isn’t here…I will not hesitate to blame you.”

Neytiri turned back around telling everyone else to just rest and that Y/n will be back soon with both Jake and herself.

Then they flew…it had felt like longing minutes and Y/n wasn’t anywhere. They had search everywhere, Neytiri’s heart started to burn…something or some part of y/n was still here, maybe Y/n had got her ikran and it was flying around.?

“Neytiri..we have looked everywhere, she will come h-“

“No! We will not rest until she makes it home.”

“She would not leave! Y/n will never leave, she loves her siblings too much.”

“Jake! She could be dead.”

Silence stayed between the two parents, jake contemplates everything..he was so upset with Y/n. He just keeps pushing forward to look more, to satisfy Neytiri’s sudden change in emotion towards Y/n.

While that was happening Neteyam had Lo’ak and Kiri hold everything down at home while he searched for Y/n. He flew farther out instead of staying close to home…If there was one other thing Y/n wanted it was to leave home..for some reason she never found it in her heart. He spotted a body laying on bioluminescent flowers..Y/n.

“Y/n! Wake up now. We are going home.”

She rose at the sound of her brother stern and yelling voice.

“…is he still mad?”

“Very. He’s looking for you with mom. She’s even madder. You could’ve died. How could you-“

“You don’t think I know that? You don’t think I’m frustrated with everything already so I need you to shame me too?”

“Right…that’s why you’re still here. Resting as if nothing is going on back home.”

“…I can’t go back. I thought it might be different this time…They will shut me out even more..I can’t do this. I’m so exhausted.”

Neteyam felt a sense of betrayal, Y/n always followed them, always remained loyal and now she doesn’t want to come home? He isn’t used to this ‘treatment’ and he doesn’t even taken into consideration that this was about their parents.

“This is all about you..”

Full irritation erupted in Y/n as she feels the burning in her heart start again..

“Yes! It’s about me! Ok? Cause it’s never about me and I’m finally making it about me. Haven’t i given enough? You do not know the full story Neteyam. Do not go around saying things you may regret, because I don’t need it. Not right now.”

“…What’s the full story?”

y/n never told anyone the way her dad spoke to her, how he pushed her around sometimes..She can’t tell Neteyam right now and her sorrow came back..

“please don’t ask that..you’re my brother and this may be the only time, that we can talk normally..he’ll punish me..”

“how y/n..? Just tell me.”

Sobs came from the girl, to Neteyam they sounded exactly the way she cried when she was little…always silently crying upset about something no one understood why, at least not him…he was the only one who knew Y/n would cry by herself.

“..I just…I can’t say it..”

Neteyam’s just went to hug Y/n and held her while she cried, facing the fact that she won’t ever tell him or anyone what was going on..

“…where is your ikran?”

Y/n calls out and toruk makto came flying in, she was panicking inside because something felt it was ready to burn…she tried controlling it but in a way she was running into the crossfire ..she didn’t even bother to see Neteyam’s reaction to toruk.

“Let’s just go please. I’m done.”

Then they flew back home…

!💕!

Fun fact!

Y/n considered not going back home yes, but she realized she shouldn’t run away from problems like her father

Toruk had always chosen Y/n! He wanted to bond with her as soon as she was old enough to get her ikran. His frustration with Jake only grew when he realized it was him who stopped her.

Lo’ak and Kiri were talking about how strange it was that their father easily put his hands on Y/n to hurt her..

Y/n doesn’t know that she has powers! She doesn’t remember because In those moments her mind goes blank.

Neteyam saw a small vision of fire but it was very faded because Y/n unknowingly got her powers under control as she grew!

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nburkhardt · 8 months

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Inspired by this

Because the movie has wrecked me.

Eddie wakes up and blinks a few times, glancing around and a smile tugs on his lips before resting his head back on the pillow and snuggling into it, closing his eyes; content with being held.

He manages to fall back asleep.

Steve doesn’t know what happened, they were happy and he was in the middle of saying ‘I love you’ when Eddie stops him with a kiss. That night they fooled around and the next morning, he woke up alone.

No note, no goodbye kiss, nothing.

He doesn’t understand what happened. Their trip was amazing, just the two of them against the world. He really thought they had something, that Eddie cared for him just as he cares for him. That they were on the same page.

Tries calling, tries asking his friends and gets rejected by them too, asks Robin to help and finds out something new about Eddie.

He shuts down sometimes and there’s no knowing when he’ll come back around.

That doesn’t stop him, Steve refuses to let that stop him actually. Mind made up, he gets the only person he knows that can help.

“Ed! I’m going out, don’t wait up!”

“Why would I wai-“ Eddie stops, eyes wide and takes in the view in front of him, “Steve”

Steve stands there nearly soaked from the rain, “I’m not sure what I did for you to leave and ignore me.”

He shakes his head, “you didn’t do anything, it’s- you should leave”

“No,” Steve is glaring, moves closer towards him “I thought we were something and then suddenly, the man I love is gone, not answering my calls. Ignoring our friends, ignoring me. I love you, Eddie and I tried telling you too. Tell me what happened, tell me where I went wrong.”

Eddie’s eyes are stinging and he sets his jaw, hoping to keep his face from breaking. Turning around, hoping to put space.

“You- I, it’s not you.”

“That’s a load of shit,” Steve huffs a laugh and moves closer, “I love you, Eddie. Why can’t you let me? Why did I have to go through hoops and trick you into talking to me again? Why spend all that time with me, falling in love just to rip it away with nothing? Am I not enough? Or was it too much? Am I too much?”

His hands are shaking and he feels the tears rolling down his face as he closes them, too afraid to turn around but forces himself anyway. Opening his eyes, Steve’s right there red face and his cheeks are puffy, eyes red with tears. He can’t handle it, knowing that he caused it.

Shaking his head, running a hand over his face before gripping his hair and stepping towards Steve again, “No- no. Steve, it’s- really me. It’s me, i’m- I’m afraid, so afraid of this- whatever this is”

“Whatever this is?”

Eddie nods, taking another step and wanting to reach out but still refusing, “I’ve never had something like this before and when you tried saying it that night, it scared me. So, so I left and shut you out,” taking a deep breath before finally, grabbing hold of Steve’s equally shaking hands.

“Sweetheart, I’m so damn sorry for being a coward, I just, this is scary and my feelings for you scare me”

Steve’s eyes are locked on their hands, “feelings?” It’s a whisper and shaky.

Despite his gaze not being on him, Eddie nods and squeezes Steve’s hands, “yeah, because I love you so damn much, honey. So so damn much that it scares me and I ran, hurting you in the process.”

It’s silent in the trailer besides their shaky breathing and Eddie doesn’t know who moves first, next thing he knows their crashing together into a rough kiss. He does know who pulls away first, it’s Steve and he rests his forehead against his. Eyes closed and lips swollen from the near bruising kiss, “Eddie, baby, I’m afraid too, but I love you so much that I’m pushing forward anyway. I love you and I want you in my life”

He closes his eyes and leans to press their lips together once more in a simple kiss, letting go of his hands only to wrap them around him. Steve quickly wraps his own around him and holds him close, “let me stay, please baby, let me stay. Let me keep you”

All words caught, all Eddie can do is nod against Steve’s shoulder and press a lingering kiss on his shoulder.

Steve wakes up slowly, blinking the last of sleep away and eyes meet the beautiful view of a kiss shaped bruise forming on Eddie’s naked shoulder, he smiles as he squeezes the wrist in his hand and lets his head fall back on the pillow.

“Good morning, Love.” He hears and realizes that Eddie’s awake too, “can you let go?”

“Should I?”

Eddie doesn’t respond, instead tries wiggling around before Steve finally lets it go and all Eddie does is turn around to wraps his arm around Steve.

“I love you and I don’t want to run away anymore, I love you so damn much”

“I love you so much, Eds”

Had thoughts and this came out. Went a little differently than the movie.

Also: just so you know the very start and end take place after the middle. The start is Eddie’s pov of the next morning, he woke up before Steve. The end is Steve’s pov. Hopefully that wasn’t confusing!

Idk where to put the read more soo it’s hiding the tag list instead 😅

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devildomditzy · 1 year

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Hey 🥰🥰 congrats on the milestone sweetie!! 💕

May I request Mammon + 💐🤗 + “Do you remember when we first met?”

I thought ab making it sfw, something romantic. I think you'll enjoy it. Everything for our hubby hah 💕💕 he's so wholesome! Tbh can't wait to see what you'll come up with! Have a nice day! ❤️

aaaahh hi! thank you 🥺 you’re such a good artist everytime i see you in my feed i’m like, what are you doing here? im just a little guy.

like a little rat chef, i will cook something up for you!

(This got way too long I’m sorry LMAO, I have feelings for him)

Also, this one is a liiillll suggestive

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He’s been really antsy since you fell ass first onto Satan.

He’s been really fidgety since the whole hellfire newt syrup incident.

He’s been really shy since Solomon brought you back to the Devildom for undisclosed reasons.

He’s been really docile since your return.

And for the LIFE of you, you can’t figure out why.

You tried interrogating the others, hoping to gather any information as to why Mammon was being… well… less of a dick to you in general.

You always had this playful back and forth with the second born that you had come to love. But, with his usual bite gone, you began to worry something was just wrong.

“Hun, you always make him all fidgety. And sweaty. It’s really gross”, Asmo says, scrunching up his face in disgust.

You huff, rolling over on his bed to face him. “I’m aware. But this is worse than usual. It’s like he’s scared of me all of a sudden. Like he’s avoiding me.”

“We’ll, Id say he’d be an idiot to ignore the likes of you, but he’s also, quite frankly, always an idiot.”

“Azzy”, you deadpan, sending him a pointed look. He throws his hands up in defeat.

“Okay, okay! I get it. You see something in my poor, stupid older brother. And while I can’t fathom what that is, I know he sees something in you too. We all do, but he definitely wants to fuck you.”

“Asmo! Not helping!”

The avatar of lust continues staring at his nails, fussing with a bottle of polish as he fills in any visible gaps.

“Hmm… have you tried being direct? Sometimes you have to be direct with these men. Ya know, take what you want?”, he glances in your direction, licking his lips.

“I’m just trying to figure out why he’s ignoring me! I’m not trying to get into his pants.”

“A shame, really.”

“Asmo!”

“Here’s an idea! Let’s spy on him!”, he sings, eyes blowing wide with excitement.

“What? No! No, I can’t do that. That’s like, an invasion of privacy!”

“Oh, and you think he hasn’t done the same to you?”

Your face falls a bit as you question him, “…has he?”

Asmo lays a tentative hand on top of your. “Sweetie, we all have.”

“Huh. Like together or?”

“Not important!”, he smiles, “What is important is that we get this show on the road so we can get intel.”

The sickening grin on his face does nothing to settle your nerves.

That’s how you find yourself here, comically shoved up against Asmo as you shared a bench in town square, peering out at the subject of your affection from behind a copy of the latest edition of the RAD newspaper.

“There is absolutely no way he won’t spot us”, you grumble to the strawberry blonde.

“He will if you don’t be quiet! Now watch!”

“What is he doing?”

“It looks like he’s buying something from that stand. ~Oh, could it be?”

You don’t like the glint in Asmo’s voice.

“Could what be?”

“It looks like he did listen to my advice”, he smooths. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“What advice? Asmo what’s going on? What aren’t you telling me!”, you try to sound urgent, but you have a feeling he won’t tell you either way.

“No need to worry love”, he chirps, “Looks like my dear older brother will be back in your good graces soon enough”. He grabs your wrist, dragging you back towards the house with a force you know you cannot break free from.

“H-Hey!”

“Just trust me on this one hun!”

As night begins to fall, you sit alone in your dorm room nervously biting your thumbnail. You and Asmo’s rendezvous did nothing to quell you worry, and on top of that the fifth eldest was being cryptic as hell since you got back to the house.

A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts. “Asmo, I already told you if you’re not going to tell me what he’s doing, leave me alo-”

The words die in your throat as you rip open the door to be met with the piercing eyes of the second born.

“M-Mammon…hey uh, what are you doing-”

Once more you go quiet, eyes flitting down to where he held a large bouquet of yellow roses.

As you return your gaze to his face, you find him beet red, and almost…shaking?

“I uh- I-I, I got these flowers and I just thought you’d want them. N-No reason! I-In fact, they weren’t for you! They were for u-uhhh…little d no. 2! Yeah! But since I can’t find him, you can have ‘em.”

You lean against the door frame, crossing your arms across your chest, smiling up at him.

“Uh huh, little d no. 2, huh? What made you want to buy him a dozen roses?”

“What? Can’t a proud papa bring his son some flowers?”

“Oh, so now you admit he’s your son?”

“I-I didn’t. I mean- Ugh! Here! Just take ‘em!”, he exclaims shoving them into your hands, pushing past you into your room. You swear you hear him mumble “pain in my ass”, to himself. You can’t stop the grin that spreads on your face.

You shut the door, making sure to lock it. Something tells you this isn’t going to be a normal conversation, and the last thing you need is Levi bursting in asking you if you want to watch the latest episode of “Help! My Mystical Girlfriend Turned Into A Cat and Now I Want to Be One Too!”

He sits on the edge of your bed, hands nervously gripping his knees for dear life. His gaze is fixed on a spot on your floor, and you can’t help but tease him.

“My floor that interesting, huh?”

He snaps out of his stupor, turning to look at you. You swear you see him gulp.

“So, what’s up with you? Ever since I came back, I feel like you’ve been distant. I missed you Mams, and now I’m here and you’re avoiding me?”

It takes him a beat, but he squeaks out a small “sorry.”

You hum, a small noise of recognition before scooting a little closer to him on the bed. He visibly tenses.

“Mamm-”

“DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE FIRST MET?”, he nervously lets out, cutting you off. He still won’t make eye contact.

“Of course I do. How could I forget!”, you giggle. “It’s the first time someone threatened to eat me if I didn’t give them all my ‘mortal possessions’”.

He seems to loosen up a bit at the joke, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I was kinda a dick back then.”

“Oh? Only back then?”

“Watch it!”

You suppress your laughter as he continues.

“At first, I only saw ya as a pain in my ass. AND ya still are. B-But then I got to know ya and we started doin’ everythin’ together and… I dunno”, he trails off.

“You don’t know…what?”, you question.

He runs a hand over the half of his face not cover by his glasses. His eyes close as he takes a deep breath.

He turns his position to better face you, eyes now looking directly into yours.

“I guess…I dunno when you became so important to me.”

“Oh.”

You’re both quiet for a moment.

“Asmo told me I should tell ya, but I’m no good at this stuff,” he gives a small forced chuckle. “And I probably wouldn’t have realized, but yer leavin’ back to the human realm…I think you took a part of me with ya.”

“Oh.”

“An essentially I guess I’m tryin to say…dammit..I’m tryin to say… GIVE IT BACK, OKAY?!”

Your eyes widen in surprise at his sudden raise in voice. “And how do I go about doing that, Mammon?”

He seems to pick up a bit of his usually bravado, finally getting out with it. “Well, obviously if ya take something from the Avatar of Greed, ya gotta pay it back, with interest.”

You smirk, leaning into his personal space, bringing your face closer to his, eyes glancing down to his lips.

“Oh yeah? Can I sign up for your payment plan?”, you mumble, trying to express your need with your movements.

He almost shoots backwards before catching himself, composing his nerves and moving his eyes to your own lips. “I dunno, ya could be payin’ it back yer whole life. Might still not be off the hook after that.”

“Mmm, I better get started then”, you whisper, leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

He tastes sweeter than you ever imagined, lips slowly molding to your own as you feel goosebumps beginning to form. One of his hands wraps around you, tentatively holding you closer to him, not letting you go, never letting you go.

You lean back after a beat to get some much needed air in your lungs. He shakily breathes out, eyes closed like he still can’t believe what just happened.

You smirk at him as you reach a hand up to his cheek, thumb running gently back and forth.

“Will this destroy my credit, golden boy?”

He opens his eyes, gaze much more intense now as he looks toward you, something unreadable in his eyes.

“No. But… we might just destroy this bed frame”, he grins wolfishly as he pulls you down.

Huh. What do you know? Asmo was right about something.

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starsomens · 5 months

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Homeboy is probably ready. He has already read all the books on the topic, hell maybe even read something like 'When There Is No Doctor' which is a real book btw by Gerard S. Doyle and good. He's nervous cause a lot of shit can happen but he's ready. Called 911 first, called the police, and after just got ready to assist you as best he could. Btw that would be an interesting little story..😬

@nyxthedestroyerofworlds HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE very short but you get the gist

“I need to push now”

Noah stops completely in his tracks

“…what?”

Currently at exactly 40 weeks pregnant, just about 3 days past your date you had finally gone into labor. You didn’t tell Noah until he had gotten home since you started laboring around the morning and wanted to surprise him. Of course you’re weren’t able to since you started to get the strong contracts plus your water breaking, which was clear enough what was happening

Noah had demanded you sit down while he went and get the hospital bag and anything else you might need. He helped you change into a pair of sweats and one of his shirts and got your slippers on. He had gone the bag both of your IDs and wallets and the car keys. Right when he was at the door and ready to open it and leave ready to welcome your baby, the world you stayed, sat in your place.

“Babe come on your water broke and we can’t be wasting anymore time we have to get to the hospital” you were right your husband was a lot more nervous than you were. But all honesty you just could not get up. Even if you have forced yourself, you stayed in your place and you knew what was happening.

“ we’re not gonna make it to the hospital. This baby is gonna be in the car or here, but definitely not in the hospital.” you try to keep your cool to your body, knowing that you would not make it in the hospital. The pain only increased, and the time between them decreased it felt like you were on a roller coaster that kept elevating and elevating you can see where it finally stops and you knew what was gonna happen.

“Noah…” you pant “ the baby’s coming now and we have to stay here and call an ambulance because I don’t want to deliver our child on the road” tell him in a more demanding tone mostly out of sheer fear and pain mixed in

“Okay….okay okay! Hold on!” he dropped whatever he was holding and runs up into his studio. He grabs a couple of items and comes running back downstairs. His phone is between his shoulder and his ear as he speaks into the microphone “ she said that she’s not gonna make it to the hospital and we might have to deliver here…. Yeah that’s the right address….mhm this is my phone… okay”

He sets down some books and opens them to specific pages as he sits on the floor in front of you. He put the phone on speaker and rest his large hands on your knees.

“Princess, on the phone with a paramedics they’re on their way right now just in case they’re single phoning case we have to deliver the baby and have the books that I read on childbirth so in case, if things do escalate, I’ll have to deliver the baby okay?” he said it in a whispered tone. He felt like he was in controlled the situation, but he still felt like it was so spontaneous and he was honestly scared.

You nod your head as your breath starts to hitch once more, Noah takes your hand in his and lets you squeeze as hard as you needed

"Ah Noah! I-it's coming!" Noah grabbed a towel he brought with him and some pillows, he helps you to kneel on the floor and hold on to his shoulder while he held the rest of your weight. He hated to hear your screaming and clawing at his shoulder in pain, but he knew he had to help you get through this.

“Come on Y/N, you got this I’m right here” he held you up and made sure to keep a hand underneath you in case anything were to just happen suddenly.

“Fuck Noah! Ah it hurts!” Your lung empty whatever sir was left in a loud scream. You’re going to have explain to the neighbors what happened tonight

“I know baby, but you’re almost there come on! I’m right here” he was red to encourage you while also giving himself the confidence. After about 4-6 pushes on the 7th you give a final push and Noah catches your baby. Mucus, blood, cries and all you had given both and your husband delivered your baby on your living room floor in just a few pushes. Noah had gotten some extra soft and warm towels to keep your baby warm from the coolness of the home, while he turned the temperature up. Just in time the paramedics arrived and gotten you into the ambulance with Noah to take you to the hospital to be checked out.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #noahsebastian #badomens #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens cult #bad omens band #star’s mutuals✨#Noah Sebastian x pregnant reader

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Lucy chen x reader.

Lucy and reader are on an undercover case, and something goes horribly wrong, which leaves reader in terrible condition. Reader ends up in a coma, and Lucy barely leaves her side. (Reader is Angela's sister. Lucy and reader are already in a relationship.)

i don’t really like this one but.. here it is

i love you

Everything flashed before your eyes. One second you were trying to have a conversation with a suspect in a bar, and the next there was a gun pointed at you.

Lucy was in the bathroom for only a second, and when she came out you were being held at gunpoint along with mostly everyone else in the bar.

Lucy tried her best to deescalate the situation, but she’d only seemed to make it worse.

So here she was, sitting beside your bed, blaming herself for everything that happened as she held onto your hand. She tried her best not to break into tears everytime she looked at you or everytime one of your guys’ coworkers came in to see how everything was going.

Angela had come in and out as well, and she had to force Lucy to leave your side so she could go eat a few times.

She wasn’t happy about it, but she did it.

Lucy lays her head down on her hands, which are wrapped around your cold and frail one. Her leg shakes beneath her in anticipation of a new update on how you are.

“Luce..” Angela’s brows are furrowed in worry as she waits for Lucy to lift her head.

Lucy shakes her head, her messy bun moving along with her movements. She eventually lifts her head, her eyes still as puffy as they were when everything happened almost forty-eight hours ago.

“I don’t know how this happened..” Lucy’s lips quiver, her voice breaking.

“You need to go home. Eat, shower, sleep,” Your sister’s eyes are filled with sadness. For you, and for Lucy. She hates to see someone so important to you sad, let alone see her blaming herself for everything.

“I can’t,” Lucy shakes her head sadly. “I can’t leave her. I promised..”

Angela clenches her jaw, trying to not cry herself.

“I promised I would never let something like this happen to her,” Lucy lifts a hand to her face so she could wipe her overflowing eyes.

“She would understand,” Angela promises. “She knows we can’t promise such a thing in our line of work.”

“This is all my fault,” Lucy cries into her hand.

Angela stands and moves to be by Lucy’s side, because if there was one thing the two of them needed, it was each other in a moment like this one.

“Lucy..” Angela places a calming hand on her shoulder and Lucy launches herself into Angela’s arms.

The two of them stand there, rocking back and forth, and for the first time since everything has happened, Angela lets out a few tears.

“I’m terrified,” Lucy shutters. “What if she doesn’t wake up?”

“I know. I know,” Angela places a hand on the back of Lucy’s head. “I’m scared too.”

Lucy steps back after giving her a hug, and she wipes her tears away. She bites her lip nervously, moving her arms to wrap around herself, scared to look at you again - terrified she’ll start crying again and she won’t be able to stop.

“What are you thinking?” Angela crosses her arms over her chest.

“I love her,” Lucy shakes her head. “I’m in love with her.”

“I know,” Angela’s frown deepens on her face, her nostrils flare in hopes that she won’t start crying again.

“I haven’t even told her I love her yet..”

“You haven’t?” Angela all but yells. “I’m sorry, it’s just.. Y/n talks about how much she loves you all the time I just kind of figured the two of you have said the L word.”

“No,” Lucy shook her head again, tears forming in her eyes. “I almost said it the other night when we were undercover. And I should have.”

Lucy sits back in the seat, her hands finding their way back to wrap around yours. She lifts your hand to her lips so she can give your hand a soft kiss - something she had come to do since you started dating.

“I love you. So, so much,” Lucy sighs to herself. “I need to shower now, though. I’ll be back, I swear.”

“Thank you,” Angela nods, giving Lucy another small hug. “I’ll call you if there’s any changes.”

Lucy’s heart dropped when she got out of the shower. She’d missed numerous calls from Angela, and she didn’t even attempt to brush or dry her hair on the way out the door.

She probably violated too many traffic laws on her way back to the hospital, but she didn’t care. If something happened to you, and she wasn’t there, she would never forgive herself. Nurses yelled at her as she ran down the hallway in the hospital, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was you and what had happened.

“Angela what—“ Lucy’s eyes make their way to you. Her heart is almost beating out of her chest when she sees that you’re awake. “Oh my God.”

You hold your hand out for her to take when she sits by your side.

“What happened?” Lucy is looking at Angela. “Am I going crazy? Is this a dream? I was gone for an hour.”

“What?” You laugh hoarsely. “I’m awake. I thought you’d be happy about that.”

“I am!” Lucy nods excitedly. “I am very excited. I’m just confused. You were in a coma when I left, and now you’re awake. More than awake. You’re energetic.”

You smile, “I woke up a few minutes after you left.”

“We tried calling you,” Angela says.

“I know,” Lucy squeezes your hand. “I saw you called and I rushed here. I didn’t have time to call back. I assumed the worst.”

“Ang.. would you?” You jerk your head towards the door, asking for a little privacy between you and your girlfriend.

“Yeah, I’ll go down to the cafeteria. Have Lucy call me when you’re done,” Angela leans down and gives your head a kiss, and for once, you lean into it.

You give Angela a tight lipped smile as she leaves and gives the two of you some space.

“Is everything okay?” Lucy’s small smile turns into a frown.

“More than okay,” You nod. “Lucy.. I don’t want you to blame yourself for what happened.”

Lucy’s body relaxes slightly, and she slouches a little in her chair. “I know.. it’s just.. it feels like it should be my fault. I promise to protect you everyday and I failed. You didn’t even want to go on that operation, but I pressured you into it. I’m so sorry, and I love you and I don’t want you to ever be in this situation again. This was the worst forty-eight hours of my life. I don’t even think I’ve slept for a solid eight hours in a few days.”

“Lucy, baby, it’s okay,” You lift her hand to your lips like she had earlier. “I don’t blame you. And.. I love you too.”

Lucy’s eyes widen at your words, as she didn’t even realize she let herself slip.

“You need sleep,” You tilt your head sadly. “You look exhausted, my love. And you didn’t pressure me, I promise. If I really didn’t want to go, I would have said no.”

Lucy nods, “Okay. I believe you.”

“Now, get up here so you can get some rest too,” You demand, patting a spot on the side of your bed.

Lucy hesitates to slide in, but you pull her into the bed.

“I love you,” Lucy says.

“I love you too.”

Let’s just say the two of you forget to message Angela to come back. And when she does, she takes a photo to send to the LAPD groupchat.

#the rookie #the rookie x reader #the rookie imagine #wlw post #angela lopez #lucy chen #lucy chen x reader #lucy chen ask #lucy chen x you #lucy chen x y/n #lucy chen imagine

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Prompt 9 - Bite

@jegulus-microfic March 9 Word count 738

Previous part First part

Cw - Cuts mentioned no blood

Regulus apparated into the clearing and was immediately surrounded by werewolves. They moved in closer, blocking his path.

“What are you doing, little wizard?” One particularly unkempt-looking wolf snarled.

“I’m here on the Dark Lord’s orders,” Regulus said, keeping his tone even and low.

“Ooo, the Dark Lord’s orders.” The same wolf sneered. “Can’t let him down now, can you? Shame we don’t really care about that.”

Regulus realised just how close they had gotten when he could smell the putrid stench of rotting flesh coming from the mouth of the one speaking.

“The Dark Lord has requested the services of Remus Lupin. I am to take him back to Grimmauld Place until we have succeeded with our task.” Regulus’s fingers twitched against his wand as he decided whether or not to draw it. He took it out of his pocket.

“Ooo. And what do you think you’re going to do with that little wizard?” The wolf singsonged as the pack drew closer still.

Regulus felt a bead of sweat drip down his neck. He was scared, but he would never admit it to these wolves. They’d tear him apart if they knew. So he kept his emotionless mask firmly in place.

A movement behind the ring of wolves caught his eye. Remus had appeared from behind the tree line. He had cuts all down his arms and face. Regulus assumed they probably covered most of his body. As he moved closer, Regulus spotted a peppering of bruises across his face and skin in varying shades of blues and purples. The pack had retaliated last night when they found out that Sirius was alive. Though, Regulus couldn’t fathom how they thought Remus had anything to do with it.

“What are you doing here, Black?” Remus’s voice was quiet but still carried around the clearing. Before he could answer, Fenrir appeared. He placed a possessive hand on the back of Remus’s neck, squeezing hard, his fingernails digging in. Remus stilled, his body tense at the touch. Regulus had to do everything in his power not to recoil as he watched Fenrir’s nails, which were basically claws, break the skin on Remus’s neck.

“Now, now, my children. Lord Black is our guest. Play nice.” The circle backed away slowly, allowing Regulus to breathe.

Fenrir still had not released Remus’s neck.

“The Dark Lord has requested that I retrieve Remus Lupin to help track down and kill Sirius Black.” He watched as Remus’s eyes widened slightly before turning dead.

“You hear that, my sweet boy? The Dark Lord needs you.” He pulled Remus in close, forcing his head to bend before him. “Do not let me down again, my son,” Fenrir growled into Remus’s ear.

“Yes,” Remus growled back. Fenrir shoved Remus in Regulus’s direction.

“Oh, you might want this if you’re going back into their world.” Fenrir pulled a wand from inside his jacket and tossed it at Remus’s feet. Remus stooped to snatch it up before one of the other wolves could get hold of it.

Remus made his way over to Regulus, the wolves parting to allow him through. Regulus ignores him and addresses Fenrir.

“I will return him once our mission is complete.” And with that, he grabbed Remus’s arm and disapparated.

When they got into Grimmauld Place, Remus looked forward down the hall, not looking at Regulus at all.

“I need a pillow.” He said calmly.

“What?” Regulus answered, confused by the strange request.

“A pillow or a cushion. Something soft.” Regulus nipped into the sitting room next to them and passed Remus one of the emerald velvet cushions. “Thank you,” Remus said politely before burying his face in the soft material and screaming as loudly as he could.

Regulus watched as Remus broke down. The veins in his neck stood out as he continued screaming.

Regulus could now see how bad his injuries were. There were cuts, but interlaced between them were human bite marks.

“I need a shower and some clean clothes.” Remus croaked once he was finished yelling and thrust the pillow back into Regulus’s hands.

Regulus showed him where to go and laid out some of his clothes on the bed for Remus that James had given to Lily to bring to Rosier House.

He hurried out of the room to give Remus his privacy and went down to the kitchen to attempt to prepare some food for his skinny house guest.

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Gruvia Week 2024

Day 6: Apathy.

type: Hurt/comfort, soft, happy ending.

characters: Gray Fullbuster/Juvia Lockser, Cana Alberona.

this fanfic is also available in AO3.

The Guild’s entrance doors were open with so much force that it almost came off from it’s hinges, the rowdy ambience was quiet down immediately once they saw the ice mage’s scowly face, not that he wasn’t grumpy all the time but he looked furious.

He looked at Cana who was drinking from her big barrel of wine, but stopped once she took the appearance of Gray who was marching to her.

“Hey, Gray” she said wearily, Cana never gets on Gray’s bad side but once she does, she prefers to avoid him as much as possible because he can be a bit hot headed.

“Is something wrong?”

“What did you and Juvia drink in your mission?” he said sharply, crossing his arms as he looked down at her.

“Um..” she began to think and tried to connect the events of their journey yestereday.

Cana dragged her blue haired friend on a mission to find a burglar in a village, they accomplished it with no sweat and the villagers were more than happy to offer them a meal and some wine which Cana really had her fill.

There was also a village woman who lived alone and offered to stay in her inn since no one really goes by their village, her hospitality was kind.

“I think wine?” she said hesitantly, her mind grew black after enjoying her party with the villagers.

“Be sure Cana! What did they give you in that village?!” Gray snapped, his tone was harsh and probably scared.

“I don’t remember! What’s wrong with you?” she replied, bothered by his sudden outburst; he breathed in, and pulled his black hair up with his hand.

“Gray, why don’t you tell us what’s happening first? Then we could try and solve the problem” Mirajane suggested gently, Cana nodded next to her, Gray can’t blame her for something she doesn’t know or wasn’t aware of.

Gray breathed in, and took a moment to answer.

“Juvia is not herself today” Cana’s heart dropped, did she miss something yesterday? But she was completely fine, they were talking and laughing with each other on their way to Magnolia.

“She seems emotionless, like nothing is making her happy or sad or mad” Gray continued as he sat down in the stool next to Cana, his fist tighten and his shoulders were tense.

“She doesn’t smile at all, it’s like when she was in Phantom Lord but worse”

The guildmates were circling him now, Gajeel was frowning with concern, his arms crossed.

“There must be something she drank Cana, you have to remember.. Please” Gray pleaded, his eyes were frightened, of course he will be, Juvia is very dear to him and to see her emotionless suddenly will make him panic.

In fact, she currently feels scared for her friend’s wellbeing. So she sat straighter, her mind was still woozy with her endless drinking but she is confident she can track the events of their previous encounter.

“Okay i do remember a woman who owned an inn, she didn’t look suspicious or anything but her place was empty, we thought maybe because the village didn’t have travellers to walk by, it was very windy and we didn’t want to face a storm in our way so we got in” she explained.

Everyone was murmuring amongst themselves, it is very clear that the village woman had something to do with it.

“Did she offer you something?” Lucy asked.

“Yeah, like two bowls of potato soup and wine, she gave me two of those big barrels but Juvia didn’t want to overdrink herself so she just gave her tea” Cana suddenly gasped, it finally made sense, the tea was the cause for her friend’s issue.

“ That bi-”

“Let me go find something about this tea, she could have fused it with something” Levy suggested while she went rushing to the library.

“I’m coming too” Lucy added, she squeezed Gray’s shoulder as a reassurance before she left.

“ and we will find this witch and break her spine” Gajeel said, cracking his knuckles, Lily already on top of his shoulder ready to fight.

Noticing his friend’s silence, Cana put her hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” she asked. Gray sighed and closed his eyes and shook his head.

“I can’t go with Gajeel, i have to stay with Juvia”

“I wasn’t even asking you” Gajeel opposed him with his usual gruffness, and left without a word.

Cana rolled her eyes at his attitude.

“I have to go back home” Gray said, getting up from his seat as he sighed, he was stressed, Cana can see it in his frown, he is stressed and worried about her.

“I am coming with you” she added, abandoning her sweet alluring drink aside, which Mira’s eyes widened with surprise.

“You don’t have to” replied her friend, his gaze was understanding and tired as he looked at her. It twisted Cana’s heart, she hates seeing Gray like that, it made her guilt eat her up.

She should have known better, an old woman in an abandoned inn, what worse could happen?

“ no i want to, it is kind of my fault anyways” she hooked her arm with his and dragged him to the doors, she didn’t want to waste her time arguing while Juvia is alone at home.

Gray smiled lightly, she can tell that he was grateful for her company, on their way out he received a couple of back pats and support, they know that Juvia will come back the way she was again.

“I’ll send you a message to your Lacirama once Levy and Lucy find something” Mira called out, and they waved back in response.

Once Cana stepped foot into their house, she felt a sense of coldness, it was an unusual feeling, Juvia and Gray’s house always had warmth even if it’s residence was an ice mage. It was unsettling.

“Juvia, I am home” Gray said their usual greetings, but it was met with silence. All Gray could do was sigh.

Once Cana was led to their living room she was shocked at the state of her friend, Juvia looked so broken, her face was blank, her mouth was hanging open slightly, and was her face paler than usual?

“ Is it just me or does her face look blue?” she asked, her eyes still locked on Juvia’s frozen posture on the coach.

“No, she does look more blue” Gray replied, her worry grew worse.

“Hey Juvia, do you remember Cana?” Gray approached her, and gently gripped her shoulder.

“She doesn’t remember us?!” she asked, and he nodded sadly, Cana was bewildered, how come a single witch affect her friend’s memory like that?

Juvia didn’t answer.

She slowly walked over to her and bent down to her knees, she rubbed them gently, and all Juvia could do was just glance at her, emotions were long gone from her blue eyes, now she looked soulless.

Cana felt disheartened, no wonder why Gray was desperate, she felt disgusted that her friend was deprived of her own emotions..

“Don’t worry Juv, you will be alright” Cana assured, giving her a smile. There is hope for her friend, she will come back and act like she used to.

She hopes so.

Gray wrapped his arms around her from behind the couch and put his head on top of her, caressing her arms. He didn’t care that Cana was there, nothing mattered to him anymore except for Juvia.

This all feels surreal to him, once he realised that she wasn’t moving this morning he began to panic, he thought some kind of bug crept into her head and messed with her system, she couldn’t even get up without him leading her.

Stripped from her own emotions, not even sorrow was visible in her eyes yet all Gray saw was grief.

Juvia was trapped inside a spell, and all Gray could do was wait, and he hated that he couldn’t do anything to bring his Juvia back, her enthusiasm, her smile, her love, her dramatic expressions.

It’s not fair, she worked so hard to get to where she is now, and they took that from her, they took it.

They took it.

Gray had to calm down, he could feel his anger creeping inside of him like hot boiled water, he wanted to break something, he wanted to hurt something, he wanted to kill.

Kill that witch.

But Juvia needs him the most, everything will be dealt with later, he swallowed down his feelings and breathed in the air to calm his nerves.

It took 3 hours for Lucy and Levy to dig out a clue, it turns out that the spell that made Juvia emotionless was called ‘Apathy’, once a person drinks it, he will feel like his senses are leaving him slowly.

It made Gray’s stomach churn with the idea that Juvia felt every emotion leave her mind and heart, it means that she was also scared, terrified that she could not feel anything.

It took a day to find a cure, but by the end of the day, Juvia finally had her senses back slowly, it started with fear. Juvia didn’t what’s happening to her or how it was happening, she was anxious, stressed and terrified.

It was very hard for Gray to try and comfort her every time, she always felt like something was trying to get her, his heart was broken in pieces but that didn’t stop him from being there for her.

And then sadness, and gradually she got her emotions settled and stable.

Gajeel came back after successfully ‘smashing her head with his iron fist’ which made the master question him if he really did that or if he was overreacting.

It turns out he didn’t kill her but he did knock her out.

Much to Gray’s disappointment.

“Juvia, you really don’t need to do this”

His partner has been cooking plates of food and dishes with extra desserts, and Gray is grateful for it, he won’t deny any of her meals if only she gives herself a break from cooking everyday.

“This is the least Juvia could do because of what she did!” she refused to budge from her spot as she stirred a pot of chicken soup.

“That was not your fault” Gray sighed when she didn’t reply, hyper fixated on the pot in front of her, her ears were deaf.

He can already feel a headache coming. But he could have her screaming and yelling her love for him than having her sitting in a chair staring in the void like she was dead.

The warm hand on his arm snapped him from his circling dark thoughts, Juvia’s gaze was worried.

“Gray-sama, are you alright?” she asked.

Gray smiled warmly and brought her to his arms, she immediately reciprocated , giving him a tight hold of her own.

“Yeah, I just want you here for a while” he responded, enjoying the gentle warmth of Juvia’s body against him and living in the moment of blessing.

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rawritzrobin · 1 year

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Worst Kept Secret

Characters: Derek Hale, Stilinski!Twin, Noah Silinski, Mentions of Stiles

Pairings: Derek Hale x Stilinski!Twin Reader

Summary: It was the first time that you had been away from Stiles involuntary. But your dad somehow makes it better.

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Warnings: None! Just some cuteness.

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I have been working on my other story for a bit. But here it is (finally). This was a request basically asking: What if Noah found out about you and Derek. I trifled for a while about how he would react. I went with a fluffy one. :3 Still taking requests for this series if y’all want more.

You had not left your room since you and your dad dropped Stiles off. You knew it was his choice and it was the best choice. None of you knew what was wrong with him or how to fix it. It was for everyone’s safety.

But that didn’t mean that you were happy about it.

You had spent most of your day sulking. You didn’t want to go out knowing that Stiles was trapped in that place with people who were meant to be there. He was only there because there was an unknown supernatural force trying to take over his body.

You looked down sadly at your phone. Derek had been texting you all day making sure you were okay. Your dad had the day off today, so he couldn’t exactly come over and hang out with you. You could only muster one worded messages.

There was a knock on your door. “Come in. You said.” You were sitting on your bed, leaning against the frame.

“You feeling better?” Noah asked gently. He knew you weren’t, but he wanted to make sure you were okay. You and Stiles hadn’t been apart since Stiles took off for science camp that one week when you were in grade school. At first, you were excited to be away from him. But then after two days, you started to feel lonely. Like a piece of you was missing. Stiles was feeling the same way as he had asked Noah to drive him home after the fourth day.

“Not really." You said bringing your legs up as you curled yourself into a ball. You couldn’t fight the dark feeling in the pit of your stomach that something was horribly wrong.

It was hard for him to see you like this. He knew that even though you and Stiles were two entirely different people, you two really depended on each other for comfort. You two leaned on each other when your mother passed. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if you two didnt have each other.

Noah let out a big sigh. “I can’t believe I'm saying this, but why don’t you have Derek stay over tonight?” He said out of nowhere.

You looked at him with wide eyes and spluttered “Why would you say that? Why would I want Derek here of all people?”

Noah took a deep breath, and sat next to you on your bed. “Honey, you really think I didn’t know?”

Your eyes widened even more. He showed no signs that he knew about you and Derek. You thought for sure that he would have been furious and tried to break you two up. You saw him the day you brought your first crush home in middle school. He was furious and demanded the kid leave right away.

“How long have you known?” You asked, curious.

“Do you remember the day you wore your mom’s old sunflower dress?”

You smiled at the memory. You wore the dress out on a date with Derek. He took you out of town to a small town not too far from here. It had been right after finals and after being super stressed out for weeks over your math test, you could finally relax. Derek took you to a fancy restaurant by the beach, and you two spent most of the day walking down the beach, watching the sunset. It was the first time you wore that dress since your mom passed. It was her favorite thing to wear whenever your dad had time to take the four of you out on a day trip.

“That long huh?” You chuckled. “Guess we aren’t as good at hiding our feelings as we thought we were.”

There was a peaceful silence.

“You’re not mad?” You asked, a little scared.

You dad sighed again. “At first, I was. I was trying to find ways to kill him and make it seem like a freak accident. But then all the things about werewolves and magical creatures came up, and the only thing on my mind was protecting you and Stiles. And after that night in the hospital, I saw the way he looked at you. Like you were the only thing that mattered in his life. The way he put himself in front of you at any sign of danger. I knew at least with him in your life, he could protect you when I can’t.”

You couldn’t believe what your dad was saying to you right now. You slapped yourself in the face lightly.

“What are you doing?” Noah asked with a laugh.

“Making sure I'm not dreaming. Did I actually wake up from that attack? Am I still in the hospital?” You asked, flustered, wrapping your arms around yourself to make sure you were not in a coma or something.

Noah merely shook his head and stood up. “Give him a call. Tell him he's allowed only until 11PM. It’s still a school night, so he needs to be out of here before you go to sleep. Oh and the door is to remain open at all times. You hear me?” He said, in his usual tone.

You nodded happily, already grabbing your phone to text Derek.

Noah was about to leave, when he turned around to ask you one last question. “You really thought I wouldn’t find out?”

You gave him a guilty smile. “No…”

“Honey.” He said, crossing his arms. “I’m the sheriff.” He said with confidence.

You laughed and threw a pillow at him. “That was so lame.” He caught it with ease and let out a laugh. “I’ll go get us three some takeout. Pizza?” He asked.

You nodded, “Thanks dad.”

Noah left your room and made his way down the stairs.

You looked down at your phone at the text Derek sent. “Is he going to kill me in his own home?”

You laughed. “Just come over and you’ll find out.”

You sent the text, and fell backwards into your bed. You felt somewhat happier. Stiles was still stuck in that institution, but at least you could now spend more time worrying about fixing this mess, instead of hiding your relationship with Derek from your dad.

“Oh and honey.” You heard Noah say from downstairs.

“Yeah dad?”

“No werehuman babies just yet okay? I’m not ready for that.”

You turned bright red at his comment. Maybe it was better he was kept in the dark.

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Urban Wyatt x Reader : THE 3RD HARLOW

You never believed in love at first sight.

You were never a fan of romantic movies, they just seemed so forced and so fake to you, especially when they tried making two people fall in love so easily.

So when you first laid eyes on him, and you felt butterflies in your stomach you knew you were in trouble. Being in love and loving someone shouldn't be considered trouble right? Well wrong, in your case it was very wrong for many reasons, the main reason was that you were in love with your brother’s best friend. The same best friend your brother warned you to stay away from, since the day you learned how to walk and talk he reminded you that you could never date his best friend.

Once you hit your teens and puberty, both your brothers were extra protective of you and you would often get into fights with them because you felt like they would overreact. A guy can’t stare at you for too long because they will either have Jack or Clay breathing down their necks and telling them to stay far away from you.

When you told Clay and Jack that you had a crush on Urban they told you it was probably just a silly crush, that you’ll get over it soon. They were right for the most part, mainly because Urban made it his mission to stay away from you. He confined in you and told you he had feelings for you as well, but that he could never cross that line due to him and Jack being best friends. So him pushing you away made it easier to forget all about the butterflies you would get in your stomach every single time you’d say his name or anytime you would be around him.

Fifteen year old Y/N had to forget about the silly crush and move on, or so you thought you did. You went away for college, away from home so one summer when you came back to visit your hometown, your parents threw you a party and one thing led to another, you woke up in Urban’s bed. Panicked and scared of your brother finding out, you slipped out before he even woke up and never looked back.

Fast forward to now, you were in Los Angeles celebrating your twenty second birthday with a pool party with friends from back home and friends you’ve made here. You thought that silly crush you had on Urban was long gone and forgotten, you were wrong, the moment you laid eyes on him again after a year of being away for work, all those feelings and the butterflies came at you quickly and there was nothing you, him or your brothers could do about them.

“Bitch, why is Jack Harlow here and oh my god, is that sexy ass Urban?” One of your influencer friends breaks you out from your thoughts.

“Ohh, they’re just friends from back home.” You say shrugging.

You look at where Jack and Urban are standing and smile, you haven’t told any of your new friends how it is that you know them, you’ve seen the ugly and how fake people can be, especially in the influencer world, so you didn’t feel like telling people you were related to Jack.

“She never wants to say how she knows him, he’s always showing up at her events and sharing her posts on his stories, I’m starting to think she’s dating him or something.” Another friend adds.

“Eww, I can promise you I’m not dating him.” You say fake gagging.

“Who are you dating?”

You roll your eyes, “Clayborn, when did you get here?”

“I’ve been here, just watching, so who are you dating?”

“No on-”

“We think she’s dating Jack Harlow, your brother.”

Clay laughs at that. “I know we’re from Kentucky, but we don’t cross that line.”

You roll your eyes and get off your tanning bed chair.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Y/N here is our sister, our baby sister at that.”

“What the fuck? Why didn’t you say anything Y/N?”

“For the same reason on how you’re reacting right now.” You throw your dress over your bikini, put your sandals on and fluff out your hair. “I’m gonna go inside for some drinks.”

You walk into your home and make your way into your kitchen and start making a michelada for yourself.

“So this is a nice place, you did good baby sis.”

You smile and turn around to face your brother and his best friend. “Thank you.”

“Happy birthday little one.” Your brother comes over to you and hugs you.

“Can you stop with that name?” You ask groaning.

“Nope, you’ll forever be my little sister so it stays.”

You roll your eyes. “Did you guys eat yet? There’s a spread out there but I’ll go get you something if you’re not trying to deal with people.”

Jack shakes his head. “I’m actually going to head out.”

“What? Why?”

“Neelam didn’t tell me she had me booked for a few interviews, so I need to handle that.”

“Hmm, alright I guess.”

“But I gave Clay your present. And we got to talk about why you don’t tell people I’m your brother. Are you embarrassed of me?”

You raise your eyebrows and then face him but notice he’s smirking. “Yeah, embarrassed by your hairline and that big ass head, Like bro what is that?”

Urban laughs at that while Jack glares at you. “Funny”

“Jokes aside, you know damn well how proud I am of you and your work, so stop playing. I don’t tell people because they don’t need to know my business.” You shrug.

“No, I get it Y/N, I just hate that you’re out here and not at home.”

“You hate that you don’t have eyes on me twenty four seven.”

“If you think Jack doesn’t have people keeping a close eye on you, then you don’t know your brother at all.” Urban pipes in.

“I know him perfectly, thanks.” You roll your eyes.

“Don’t be a brat.”

You glare at him. “I was talking to my brother, you’re the one who butted into our conversation.”

“You’re so childish, it’s annoying.”

“You-“

“Okay, okay, can you two stop?” Jack interrupts. “I forgot how you go at each other's throats so much.”

“Whatever.” You say. “You sure you can’t stay? Neelam literally texted me saying she couldn’t wait to hang out tonight, or do you have a hot date?”

Jack laughs, “A date? Come on, it's me, I have no time for dating right now.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“I really do need to go though, I’ll try to be back soon.”

“Yeah don’t worry about it, mom said she has something planned back at home and she made sure with Neelam that you were off that weekend.”

“I thought that was a surprise party?” Urban asks.

“She had to tell me because I kept saying no on going back home.” You shrug.

“Another thing we need to talk about Y/N” Your brother gives you a look.

“Yes I promi-“

“Y/N, here you are.”

You see that Urban and Jack are standing straighter and looking behind you. You turn around and see it’s Logan and Jake Paul.

“Hi guys.”

“Damn girl, you get sexier every time I see you.” Jake says while hugging you, his hands on your waist. You just laugh at that and go to hug Logan.

“Happy birthday gorgeous.” He hands you a bag. “If you adore her, Dior her.”

You cringe at that. “Thank you.”

“So are we doing body shots tonight or what? You look way too hot not to do them on you.” Jake winks.

You feel someone closing up behind you, you turn around and see both Jack and Urban glaring at the Paul Brothers.

Urban tugs at your hand and pulls you behind him. “A little too handsy there with my sister.” Jack says to Jake and Logan.

“Sister?” Jake asks.

You nod, “Jake, Logan, meet my brother Jack, and our friend Urban.”

“Hey man, nice to meet you.” Logan says

“So back to the question of the body shots?” Jake says.

“No body shots here dude, not on my sister that is.” Clay says, joining you all.

“A little overprotective on her don’t you think? She can handle herself.”

You feel like there’s tension and this will probably end with fists being thrown and your brother can’t get caught up in stupid drama, so you step in. “Okay, everyone relax.” You face your brother “Neelam is probably waiting on you.”

“Walk me out.” Jack says and looks between the Paul brothers then back at Urban and Clay.

You nod and follow behind him. “I promise you, they are never like that.”

“They were too familiar for my liking Y/N, too touchy too.”

You groan “You don’t see me tell you anything when your fans are all over you. You’re my brother, not my man, so can you turn it down a notch with the whole big brother jealousy?”

“It’s my job to look out for you and it’s hard when you’re not close to home. You made a whole new life here and it seems like you don’t need us. So excuse me for feeling some type of way when two guys I don’t even know get too handsy with you, I went easy, Clay on the other hand.”

“Can you take him with you? He’ll be breathing down my neck.”

Jack laughs at that. “He’s staying, alongside Urban, Sunni and Cope.”

“WHAAT? Jackman, you’re leaving me with the worst of the worst. Those four literally won’t let me out of their sight.”

“That’s the point.” He says, getting into the SUV.

You look inside “Nee, can you take the rest of the losers?”

She smiles “Sorry.”

“You owe me big time.”

She nods, “Don’t worry I got you next time. Happy birthday, don’t go too crazy.”

You nod, you were going to say something else to them but you hear commotion coming from your house, you glare at Jack and he smiles, closes his door and rolls down the window “Goodluck.” And they drive off

“You fucker.” You yell.

You run back inside your house and follow the loud voices which are coming from the kitchen. You see Clay is having a stare down with Jake.

“Oh come on, can you two stop?” You say, crossing your arms.

“Y/N, You better tell your brother to relax before I knock his little ass down.” Jake says.

You get mad at that. “You touch my brother or any of my friends, and it’ll be you on your ass.”

Jake and Logan then turn to face you with a questioning look on their face so you shrug “It’s my birthday and I don’t want drama. But also don’t ever threaten my brother.”

Logan smiles, “It’s all good baby.” He winks at Clay and Urban, then walks towards you and kisses your cheek. “See you out there, Jake let’s go.” his brother follows but not without kissing your other cheek.

You don’t dare to face your brother or Urban.

“Why do they think they can touch all up on you? Calling you baby and kissing you? What bullshit is that?”

“Clayborn just drop it please.”

“No I’m not dropping shit, they-“

“It’s her birthday man, let’s just enjoy tonight.” Urban pipes in.

You smile at that and mouth a thank you and he winks at you. “Fine, but I’m keeping a close eye on them.” Your brother says and walks back outside to the yard.

It’s just you and Urban in the kitchen alone now.

“So how’s it been traveling the world with my brother?” You ask.

“You’re just going to jump into that? You have a lot to explain Y/N”

You groan and go sit on the kitchen counter. “Urb, can we just enjoy tonight? I haven’t seen you or the guys in a while. I just want to have fun.”

“You moved away from home, you hardly talk to any of us. Jack and Clay are lucky if you even reply to their texts.”

“We’re really doing this right now? On my freaking birthday?”

He shrugs “You never have time anymore, after what happened last summer I thought we were good and had an understanding. But then I wake up and you’re gone. You moved here and you barely even talk to me.”

“It’s not you, it’s me and my bullshit.”

“Oh don’t give me that crap, why’d you bail Y/N?”

You look down to your hands and shrug, “Jack and Clay are a little extra when it comes to me and guys, you more than anyone knows this.” You look up at him. “Jack made sure I knew you were off limits, I fought it, I really did. But that summer, I was done being careful, I acted out on my feelings towards you. But then I woke up with texts and calls from him, and I panicked so I left. I didn’t want him to find out I broke his promise.”

“Y/N”

You shake your head. “He’s my brother, I love him but I hate his stupid rule.”

“That day I was ready to talk to him about us, we were kids when he made that stupid rule, and made us promise we would never get together. So I figured, we’re adults now, maybe we could’ve had a grown up conversation. But you left and I guess that was your way of telling me you weren’t ready.”

“Urban, how was I supposed to know that? We were both drinking that night, we told each other how we felt, again for the second time. I thought you were going to wake up and tell me what you always tell me.”

“But we never said we love each other. I never said I love you, until that night so I figured you’d put two and two together.”

You jump off the counter and get closer to him, you place your hands on his cheeks. “I’m sorry, okay, I was just really confused and scared so I left.”

“So where do we go from here? Because I’m done pretending.”

“If we want to be together, we have to hide it from my brothers, especially Jack, until I’m ready to tell him.”

“Y/N, hiding? That’s not fair.”

“I know, but it’s only for a while.”

He sighs, “Fine, but I don’t know how we’re going to keep this from him. I’m with him all the time.”

You smirk, “How did I always get away with sneaking out at night back in the day?”

He rolls his eyes, “Your mom knew, she knows everything.”

“You’re not lying about that. But I please, if we’re finally doing this, giving us a try. We can’t tell my brothers, not yet.” You tell him.

“Fine, but I feel like hiding it from everyone will make it way worse.”

“No it won’t, now come on let’s go take some shots and maybe I’ll even let you take body shots of me.” You wink.

“With Clay breathing down your neck? That’s going to be impossible.”

“Then we’ll just have to be sneaky and get him drunk.” You go and peck his lips smiling.

You two share a few kisses and when you pull back you notice Urban is staring at someone behind you.

“Interesting.”

You go wide-eyed and freeze.

“Well this shit just got complicated.” Urban says, scratching his neck.

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rosesfox · 1 year

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sweet nothing

(this is a +18 oneshot evajacks. there’s smut and a lot of curse words, so read with caution. evangeline is eighteen in this fanfic and everything is perfectly consented ☺️)

this fic takes place shortly after they find out that evangeline can kiss jacks, so she is comfortable with her wants and desires. i don't think she's too out of character as she looked pretty comfortable kissing apollo lol

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They said the end is coming, everyone's up to something. I found myself around and into your sweet nothings ♪

Evangeline's shoulders tensed and she placed her hands on Apollo's chest. She forced a smile as she pushed him away, and said:

“I'm not feeling very well tonight.’’ She forced a cough. “It must have been the rain I got in before I came here. Can we meet tomorrow morning?’’

Evangeline saw the impatience in Apollo's eyes, and for a moment she feared he was going to stay in the room against her will. But a smile crept onto his lips, and he gave her a chaste good night before leaving the room.

Evangeline sighed in relief before turning toward the closet.

“Have you lost your mind?’’

Jacks stepped out of the shadows with a grim expression. He had his hands in his pockets as he looked down at her.

“I needed to make sure you were safe.’’

“We've already talked about this.” She crossed her arms. “I'm perfectly safe, but that could change if Apollo finds you here and discovers our plans to defeat him.’’

"He was going to touch you." Jacks turned his head toward the door, an angry expression crossing his face as if Apollo was still there.

"He wasn’t..."

"He can't touch you, Evangeline." Suddenly, he was coming toward her. She took several steps back until she bumped against the dresser, her hands resting on his chest.

“He wasn't going to touch me.

“If he touches you, I'll break his arm." Jacks smiled then, one of those evil smiles that used to raise the hair on the back of her neck. "Do you want me to break his arm, Evangeline?"

She really hated the way her body reacted when he behaved like that.

Evangeline wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his golden strands against her fingers.

“You should know by now that the only person I want touching me is you.’’

She saw his expression change, and smiled as his hands grabbed her waist. Her heart filled with happiness when he touched her without hesitation, glad that she didn't have to hold back all the affection she wanted to give him.

They had discovered in the sweetest way.

When Jacks found he could kiss her, he looked disconcerted, as if he'd been presented with the most wonderful of gifts. For a moment, he looked like he didn't know what to do with himself, suddenly being able to feel something for someone without taking any risks. Evangeline, in turn, just smiled, she smiled because she always knew she could, always knew that the love between them was greater than any curse.

Then, he touched her as if she were made of glass; as if he were scared to break this precious gift. And when her lips touched his, it was as if she finally returned to the place to which she belonged.

Since then, they just didn't stop. At any time, Jacks clung her and stick his lips in hers as if he couldn't avoid, as if he couldn't be without her taste. And when there was no opportunity, he kissed her anyway. He stole kisses when she walked past him, when she was distracted, and when they were in the presence of Lala or Chaos, and especially Luc.

Sometimes things warmed. Evangeline wanted nothing more than submitting to that heat, but the moments weren't good. Once, she and Jacks had gotten to take some pieces from each other in one of Chaos's castle rooms, but his mother had come in and caught them in the act.

Now, on the other hand, they were free to give in to their wishes.

"You shouldn't say these things when we're so close to your bed." Jacks leaned down toward her, his lips incredibly close to hers as he brushed their noses together.

Evangeline felt her heart beat fast, as if she were dying, even though she knew she had never been more alive. Her cheeks were burning and her palms were sweating, but she didn't to hold back.

She had learned many things since arriving in the North. In a matter of months, her life had completely changed. Evangeline had fallen in love, had made friends and lived the most different experiences. She, too, had her heart broken, her memories erased, and she'd became a prisioner of mad prince who wanted to keep her and kill the one she loved. At that point, it didn't seem to make sense not to go all the way, not knowing when she would have another opportunity with Jacks. At that point, it didn't make sense to focus on all the things she still had to work out and all the stress she and her friends were going through. For the moment, she could just enjoy Jacks conveniently being in her room.

"You know that…" Evangeline paused, lifting her eyes to look directly at him. “If Apollo were still here, he wouldn't waste any time before pushing me onto the bed. Maybe I should call him again...

She started to walk away, but Jacks grabbed her body before pressing her against the dresser. She gasped as she felt all the hard parts of his body against the parts where she was soft.

"You know you shouldn't tease me, Little Fox." Jacks brushed his lips over hers again, before dragging them down to her ear. "Especially when your room is so close to your husband's room. You don't want him to hear you scream all night, do you?’’ And then, he bit her.

Evangeline moaned as she clung to his arm. In some surprising way, the idea of being so close to Jacks while Apollo was in the next room didn't bother her at all. If anything, it made her even more excited. After everything Apollo had put her through, including taking her away from Jacks for months, he deserved it. Evangeline might not be very good with revenge, but she would feel satisfied knowing that she did at least something that might make him upset.

"I thought it would be something you'd be excited to do, actually," she replied, leaning her body toward him. “After everything he's done, all the times he's kissed me and laid with me, I figured you'd love the retribution. In fact, knowing you can do even more than he ever did."

He smiled in the cruelest way possible before grabbing the back of her thighs and placing her on top of the dresser.

"With him, I'm going to be a little worse." Jacks moved closer, their bodies separated only by her thin nightgown. “I'm going to make him regret every time he's touched you, so breaking his arm would have seemed like a kindness.’’ His voice was filled with false gentleness as he caressed her, his hand roaming over her body as he looked deep into her eyes. “With you, making you scream will just be a bonus, because when I'm done you won't even remember his name.’’

Then, he took her lips. Evangeline could now attest with absolute certainty that a kiss from him would be worth dying for. It was the kind that made her forget everything, from her name to where they were. And when he parted her lips and deepened the kiss, she lost track of everything. There was nothing else but him and the way he kissed her, like a starving man presented with the richest of feasts.

She put her hands on the back of his neck, pulling him to her as she forced her hips against his in an almost desperate movement. Jacks moaned greedily before putting his hands on her waist, keeping her in place. He trailed his lips down her neck, one hand firmly on her waist while the other brushed the strands of her hair to the side so he could have as much access as he wanted. Then, Jacks spread kisses over her skin. Below her ear, in the center of her neck and above her breasts, interspersing them with small bites that made her moan and push her hips against his even with the strength of his hand.

"If you don't stop," he murmured against her neck, his hot breath against her skin. “If you don't stop, this will end sooner than it should.’’

Evangeline almost laughed, but then he brought his free hand up to one of her breasts and squeezed. She closed her eyes instantly, moaning against his lips and leaning her torso forward, wanting him to do more, wanting him to explore more. The hand that was on her waist reached for her other breast, and she whimpered once more, opening her eyes only to see him watching her with as much desire as anyone could ever have. As if he was delighted with her every reaction.

Without breaking eye contact, Evangeline lowered one of the straps of her nightgown, watching his eyes stray from hers to the swell of her breasts. He wasted no time. Jacks grabbed both straps and pulled them down, nearly tearing the fabric in the process.

Evangeline, of course, wore nothing underneath but her panties, and her cheeks flushed violently as Jacks stared down at her bare torso. He licked his bottom lip and caressed her waist before leaning down and taking one of her breasts in his mouth. Evangeline moaned, instantly grabbing his blond hair. Jacks sucked and licked as another hand moved up to her other breast, squeezing it and making Evangeline bite her lip hard to keep from crying out in pleasure.

Jacks repeated the process on the other breast before moving kisses up her collarbone, neck and lips. He placed small kisses on her mouth and cheeks, his hands roaming her thighs and hips before finding that sensitive spot between her legs.

Evangeline's lips parted involuntarily as he pressed a finger into her intimacy, her own fingers traveling from his neck to the muscles in his arm. She couldn't help but send her nails into his biceps as he explored that oh-so-sensitive part of her.

Jacks was watching her with interest, as if her every reaction was something very beautiful to watch, and Evangeline thought that she couldn't be any redder and more embarrassed than she was, but there was nothing she could do. She couldn't control her body's reaction to his touches, the way her voice escaped her lips.

He then traveled his fingers down to the inside of her panties. Evangeline clung to his shoulders as if he were her own lifeline, shocked by the depth of pleasure she felt. Jacks' fingers pressed down on her clit before moving down to her opening, stroking the entire length before thrusting a finger inside her.

She then really screamed.

Jacks chuckled against her neck before saying, in a husky voice:

"Shhh... You don't want your husband to walk through this door and find us here like this... Or do you?" He thrust in another finger, making her grip tighter against him. "Does the idea of your husband seeing me fuck you turn you on as much as it turns me on, Evangeline?"

Evangeline wanted to assert, but she thought it would inflate his ego too much. Besides, she was lost in the pressure building in her womb, that sensation she liked that threatened to shatter her.

But then, Jacks pulled away completely.

Evangeline looked at him as if he had committed the worst of sins, making him laugh. She tried to bring him closer to her again, but he held her thighs too tightly.

Jacks pulled the fabric of her panties down, ripping the material in the middle. Then he brought her close to him, pulling her up before tossing her onto the bed with little gentleness.

For a moment, all he did was watch her. From her hair down to her feet, he watched her with such lust that she thought she blushed even more. Being vulnerable to his eyes like that was embarrassing, but at the same time the way he was looking at her turned her on in an indescribable way. Then he loosened his belt and removed his shirt.

Evangeline bit her lip to manage an unchaste smile before taking in the perfect shape of his body, the ridges of his abdomen and the way his body tapered at the hips. He was so beautiful; especially like this, with his lips swollen from her kisses, his golden hair tousled by her hands, and the marks of her nails on his strong biceps.

She almost sighed as she dropped to her knees on the bed, her body exposed to his as he watched her. Evangeline tugged at the waistband of his pants, sliding the material down his thighs as he grinned.

Jacks finished stepping out of the material, and in a moment of pure adrenaline she pressed her hand into the bulge of his boxers. It was his turn to close his eyes, and Evangeline let herself smile as she explored that part of him and watched him react with such pleasure. She then put one of her hands inside his underwear and felt his entire bulge in her palm.

That's when Jacks pushed her back onto the bed, and Evangeline actually laughed at his impatience.

He took off his boxers and climbed on top of her, parting her knees roughly and hooking himself between them.

‘’Are you sure?’’ Jacks asked, brushing a few stray hairs off her forehead.

Evangeline felt her heart melt at that affection, at his words, and she smiled before tilting his face down. She pressed her lips to his as she wrapped her legs around his waist, touching their intimacy. They both moaned at the contact, and Jacks brought one of his hands to his cock to position himself.

He then entered her at once.

Jacks squeezed his eyes shut, and Evangeline whimpered some more at the pain she felt at the moment. She held on to him, taking deep breaths to try to ease the pain as he waited to be able to move.

She could feel by the tension in his muscles that this wasn't easy for him, but he kissed her neck and shoulders to try to relax her.

And when at last she felt ready, and slightly impatient that he still wasn't moving, she pushed her hips against his.

Jacks moaned once more, gripping the sheets beside her head and started to move. He started slow, hard, going to the base and then withdrawing all the way, gradually increasing the pace of his thrusts until there was no rhythm at all. There was only his losing control, the lifting of her hips, their moans, the bed creaking and banging against the wall that shared Evangeline's room with Apollo's.

“You feel so fucking good, Evangeline,” he growled against her ear, his voice husky as he pressed her against the bed, grinding his hips into hers too hard. They kissed again and again as their bodies merged, he kissed her neck and squeezed her breasts, walked his hand over her body until he placed it on her knee, tilting it up and thus increasing his access to her.

Evangeline would have loved to focus on the way he looked ruthless, a little desperate, clutching at her body as if he wanted more, even though she was already giving him all she has. But she was too lost in her own pleasure, trying to hold in her screams when he reached unbelievable places inside her, biting her lips or her hands.

She actually lost track of time, writhing beneath him and sighing her pent-up cries. Jacks bent down again, biting his lips, neck, every bit of skin he could find before bringing his cheek to hers.

Evangeline screamed in pleasure as she felt her orgasm reach, the walls of her pussy writhing around him as she bit down on his shoulder to try and muffle the sound of her moan. Jacks let out a husky moan as he felt her tighten against him, thrusting a few more times before she felt him swell, spilling inside her.

He rested his head against her shoulder as he caught his breath, and she stroked his spine as she grinned goofily at the ceiling.

Evangeline was so, so happy.

“If Apollo heard this bed hit the wall, I'll be forced to put some employee at risk and say they were using one of the royal bedrooms.’’ She said, eliciting a chuckle from him as he pulled out of her and laid down next to her.

She loved seeing him smile, loved the sound of his laughter.

"I'll just love having a reason to tell him what really happened, Little Fox. Don't worry’’ Jacks winked at her as he pulled her to him and covered them with the blanket, muffling the sound of her laughter.

They had also gotten used to sleeping together. Ever since Evangeline had remembered their night together in the Hollow, she just didn't want to sleep anywhere but in his arms. Although they didn't always have the opportunity, she always tried to sneak over to where he was sleeping to lift the covers and sleep beside him.

His arms were always around her, pulling her to him instantly, and she slept contentedly secure.

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itjazzbicch · 5 months

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Forever Crazy

Pairing: Husband!Leonard Burns x Wife!Fem Reader

First time writing for Burns, so I hope I did well!

Summary: (As a part of my calendar reaction series):

Seeing the new fire force calendar, the reader is still madly in love with her husband she's been with for a long time, taken by surprise when he comes home and sees that she's still so crazy about him...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Foreplay, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

Word Count: 1k

“Did you see that next year’s new calendar is out?”

This was my favorite time of the year. Every time a new calendar was released, I had to see Leonard’s page. My best friend knew that as we were at the store, getting the calendars for ourselves, as both our husbands were in the force.

“Why do you think I’m here?” I laughed with her, both of us picking up a copy, flipping through to find what we came for.

Leonard never ceased to blow my mind in all the years we spent together. My mind blocked out the rest of his squad, solely fixed on him.

My best friend was going through the same experience while finding her husband’s page, singing a holiday tune jokingly:

“It’s the most wonderful time of the year!”

“You’re too much,” I giggled softly, lost in Leonard’s image, holding the calendar to my chest as she poked her head over to me:

“And you’re almost drooling!”

“Leave me alone!” I scolded playfully, shooing at her, “You know I’m still madly in love with him. I’ll never get over that I married such a fox.”

“I know. You two were meant to be,” She smiled, guiding me to the register, “But wait till you’re home to be drooling like that.”

“Shush!” I scolded again, rushing to the register, slightly embarrassed.

Saying goodbye to my friend, I quickly made my way home. Leaving the calendar on the counter, I figured I’d start dinner. Leonard would be home soon, and I always loved his smile when he came home to one of his favorite meals.

Dinner didn’t take me long to prep. Our food was in the oven as I washed my hands, relaxing against the counter as my eyes found the calendar.

I couldn’t resist, drying my hands and flipping back to Leonard’s page, completely gone in his image, memories, and endless fantasies of him.

“Hm, what are you doing, beautiful?”

Leonard’s voice made me jump, the calendar smacking the floor, holding my chest as I gasped for air:

“Leonard! You scared me half to death!”

“I said I was home when I came in,” I didn’t even hear him come in! He found it funny, rubbing my back and looking at what I dropped, a grin on his face, “Ahh, I see.”

Backing against the counter, I covered my bashful face as he picked up the calendar that was still on his page.

“Was someone having a little personal time?”

“You’re a wonderful sight, honey,” I muttered, filled with butterflies as he put the calendar down, towering over me with his chest revealed through the gap in his shirt, his blue eye beaming into mine.

“That right?” He smirked, toying with the trim of my dress before slithering up my thigh, thumb grazing the lace of my panties and feeling how they were damp, mushing the slick against my clit, his whisper making me jitter, “You’re that wet just from staring at a photo of me?”

“I can’t control it,” Putting my head down, he made sure my eyes stayed on him, unbuttoning his shirt some, still rubbing at my clit:

“Well, aren’t you blessed? Having the real deal right in front of you?”

“Surely blessed,” Whimpering, his thumb bundling my nerves had my walls clenching around nothing, making my thighs quiver, mouth watering at his silver, broad chest, moaning at his finger slipping into my panties, sliding through the wetness before giving my walls something to squeeze.

“All these years, and you’re crazy about me like we just met,” Kissing me, I couldn’t kiss back without my lips breaking in moans, only a finger creating a good stretch, clinging to his shoulders and rolling off my tongue:

“I’ll always be crazy about you, Leo.”

“That’s good to know,” Pulling back and pushing my panties to the side, I heard his belt buckle jingling, glancing to the oven as I knew where things were heading:

“I have to watch the stove-“

“We can keep an eye on it,” Picking my leg up by the calf, he turned me against the floor-to-ceiling cabinet where I wouldn’t slip or fall, stretching it up for access to my dripping cunt, “Nothing wrong with an appetizer before dinner.”

“You’re not wrong,” I blushed, hugging his head as he slipped into me so quickly, my backside smacking against the cabinet, jaw hanging as a bright flash blinded me, “Baby!”

“Yeah?” He snickered, amused but humming against my neck, grinding his cock deeper into me slowly.

“F-Faster?” He always made me desperate for more in an instant, the weight of his chest heavy against mine and had my breaths shaky, “Please?”

My back was glued to the cabinet, shaking as he bucked his hips into me, the sweetest moans flooding his ear, trying so hard to stay up, but the way his tip attacked my sweet spot, my legs started to fail me.

“I really make you weak, huh?” Holding me up by the thighs, I wrapped all fours around him, nearly screaming at the new depth; his cock was beginning to feel like too much, but I still wanted it.

“Uh huh!” Tangling my hair and his silver locks, I put a smile on his face with all my moans and praises; the way I’d lose control always made him proud of himself, but growing serious as the pressure in my core gained more weight, “I love you, Leo.”

“I love you too, honey,” Throwing up a rougher thrust, I kissed him, pressing my lips harder and harder as I struggled to breathe, hips jerking as his thrusts stayed calculated, driving deep to push me to my limit.

“G-God,” I swallowed down just to choke on my breath, gasping out as I started to cum and pulsate, “Ngh, ugh!”

Just as I came, the timer for the oven went off. I glanced at it, but he brought my eyes back to his.

“It can wait a minute,” Rapidly firing his hips, I came again before I even realized it, his cock so hot and twitching against my walls, stuffed deep in my womb and spilling his seed as he stilled, “You can let me enjoy this.”

“Of course, baby,” I enjoyed it too, more than he knew, kissing his cheek and cooing, “I’d never ignore something so good.”

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khae-writes · 1 year

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sleepless [ belphegor/reader ]

tags: fluff, soft, wholesome, belphegor/gn!reader

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One would think Belphegor wouldn’t have any trouble sleeping. As the Sin of Sloth, it was woven into his veins that he’d be able to sleep anywhere, anytime, anyhow with no problem whatsoever. But lately, things have been a bit different, and he suspected it had something to do with you.

The late evenings roll in and he’d still be wide awake. His purple irises staring up at the ceiling of the room he shares with his twin, turning onto his side in hopes that maybe a different sleeping position would make him fall asleep easier. Of course, the nagging sensation that he couldn’t point out was not so easily dissuaded.

With a mildly irritated sigh, he pushes off the blankets off his body before forcing his legs to move to the door. Belphegor took a quick glance over at Beelzebub, a soft smile curving up onto his caricature before walking out. He couldn’t afford to disturb his precious brother with his sleepless dilemmas.

The night was silent, and he usually liked it that way, but times like these where he was the only one awake so late when he didn’t choose so was perturbing. He wasn’t scared, no, how could he be? He was strong, and his strength was unmatched compared to most demons in Devildom. Harboring a Sin was just the bare minimum, and even with that bonus, people continue to underestimate his flaring temper when aggravated.

Should an intruder break in, he supposes he’ll take care of it swiftly.

Belphegor made his way into the kitchen after wandering the halls aimlessly, thinking maybe a midnight snack would help get his mind off things as well as put him to that long-desired sleepiness he’s been waiting to hit him. But to his slight surprise, you were there.

Dressed sleazy in your (f/c) pajamas barefoot and messy at the top of your head, both hands occupied with a carton of milk and a glass to drink from, the space between your nose and upper lip marked with white liquid—milk, he concluded. Hearing his footsteps, you immediately came to face with the indigo-haired demon staring at you with interest. Ridiculous as you looked, you were dreamy.

“(Y/n).” Belphegor called your name.

“Belphie…” You mused back, albeit confused and reluctant. “Why are you awake?”

The demon shook his head. “I can’t sleep. And you? You’re sneaking off to raid our fridge again? Beel has been influencing you lately, I see.” He teased, smiling in amusement.

You flinched, a blush overtaking your features as you attempted to defend yourself. “I-I was thirsty! Besides, I’ve been here long enough to be calling this fridge mine too.”

“Sure, sure. Anyways,” Belphegor waved you off dismissively, eyeing you with a light in his eyes, “you down for some cuddles? I think that’d get me to sleep pretty quick.”

You wiped the milk from your lips with your sleeve, “Clingy tonight, are we?”

He gave you an absent-minded shrug in response. “Is that a no?” Belphegor smiled tiredly, but he was sure you could easily see through that grin that he was exhausted. You were never been one for rejecting cuddles from him, so he was a bit hopeful to hear you say yes, but perhaps he put too much faith in you tonight.

“No, I think I could go for some cuddles too.” Or not. You smiled back at him, placing the milk carton back in the fridge and the glass onto the sink. Belphegor felt his heart soothe in a lull, smiling softly at your agreement. “But we’re staying in my room.”

Belphegor shrugged, “No complaints here.”

“Good. Let’s go, I’m feeling sleepy.” You yawned, stretching your limbs up into the air, hearing the familiar satisfying pops from your joints.

Once you’ve arrived, you set the bed with more blankets and pillows out, knowing that your dearest demon friend(?) liked his bedding extra thick and comfy for the ride. And being the generous and most hospitable person you always were, you laid it in his preferred sleeping sheet—he was very pleased you did that for him.

After preparing the bed, Belphegor quickly crashed onto your mattress, arms splayed out onto the comforters before glancing at you expectantly. Seeing as you weren’t making a move to join him, he sighed and sat up in a split second and quickly dragged you down with him with a plop, your head hitting his chest.

Now satisfied, Belphegor’s hands gently placed themselves on your waist, his grip on you firm so you don’t fall. “This… This feels right.” He breathed, smiling at you.

You chuckled, “That’s the sleepiness talking.”

“No… it really does. You in my arms, comfortable on your bed, sleeping together in peace—that sounds like a dream.” Belphegor hummed, closing his eyes softly as he tried to imagine it from a third person’s perspective. Nothing beats the firsthand experience though, he surmised in his head.

“Hmm… way to make my heart race, Belphie.” You murmured in a whisper, smiling sincerely. “Now, go to sleep.”

“Good night, (Y/n).”

A warm peck on his forehead was felt. It was quick, barely there, but he felt it. Belphegor smiled with closed eyes, allowing himself to fall into slumber for the remainder of the night.

“G’night, sweet dreams, Belphie.”

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whosbluujai · 4 months

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⤷ 𝕻𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕹𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓.

PAIRING: Possessive!Toxic!Ex-boyfriend!Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader

SUMMARY: You come to pick up a sweater you left at your ex-boyfriend Miguel's house a month after you've broken up. Then he discovers that you've moved on to another guy.

WORD COUNT: 2.8K

WARNINGS: Swearing, Miguel is an ignorant bigot, blood, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of sex, pretty heavy angst

A/N: This is my first fic on Tumblr! I'm sorry if the Spanish translations are wrong, I used DeepL to be as accurate as possible 😭

The streets of Nueva York are cold now. Streetlights illuminate the wet sidewalks, casting a faint yellow haze around them. Your ex-boyfriend Miguel stands at the doorway with an unapproving frown on his face. You stand in front of him, glaring at his chiseled face.

“...New boyfriend?” He sneers. “You can’t even function when you don’t have a man to latch on to, can you? Typical.”

Your anger flares in your stomach at his ignorance. You scoff and cross your arms. You didn’t have time to deal with this, you were only here to get a sweater you left before you broke up with Miguel.

“Are you serious? I’m sorry I’m happily with someone else while you’re just sitting here on your ass, alone.” You bite back. Miguel’s brow twitches at your comment. How could another guy be better than he was?

“You think he could take care of you like I can? You think he even can satisfy you the way I can?” He spits. His expression darkens as his red eyes pierce your own.

You laugh at the size of this man’s ego.

“Take care of me? Satisfy me? You did neither and I found somebody who can do both for me,” you reply with disbelief. “Being with you made me realize I don’t deserve to be treated like how you treated me.”

“Why do you care, anyway?” You mumble under your breath.

Without warning, Miguel grabs you by the wrists. His talons dig into you and you whimper, face contorting with shock and pain. He forces you to look at him. His eyes are erratic and his face is scrunched in anger. It’s truly an animalistic sight.

“What did you just say?” He seethes, voice dripping with malice. His grip on your wrists borders on bone-breaking. You can feel warm blood trickle down to your elbows but the pain is the last thing on your mind right now.

“The fuck is your problem, Miguel?!” You cry and try to rip your arms away from his iron grip to no avail. Your anger slowly dissipates to fear as it slowly consumes you. “Let- let go of me. You’re hurting me, please!” You stutter with desperation. He doesn’t loosen his hold on you. His rage has fully taken over him now. It goes beyond his self-control and deeper than his rationale.

“Who’s this cabrón who you say is taking care and satisfying you, now. Tell me his name or goddammit I will find out myself.” Miguel spits. His voice is husky, almost like a growl. Your breathing becomes shallower.

“You’re fucking demented.” You hiss. Miguel huffs angrily. He brings a hand up to slick his hair back and you flinch. He doesn’t care, though. He wants you to feel fear.

“Tell me his name or I’ll give you something to actually be scared of.” Miguel states emotionlessly. It’s uneasy how cold he suddenly has become. Angry tears escape your eyes.

“I’m already scared of you.”

He snarls. “Quit it. Are you really going to be some scared, entitled little bitch who thinks that you’re better than everybody else? News flash, you’re not. If you’re scared, good.” Rage returns to his voice. “Because you don’t deserve to be fucking happy if it’s not with me.”

Your eyes widen at his absurd statement. Happy? You don’t remember the last time you were happy with him. You shout back at him. “You’re so damn toxic! We broke up because neither of us were happy in our relationship anymore!” You rant. “We fought so much I forgot why we got together in the first place, that’s how unhappy I was.” You pause to catch your breath. Things you’ve wanted to say forever are finally coming out now.

“You didn’t make me happy, Miguel.”

His jaw drops. Who do you think you are? Sure, you and Miguel had your occasional… mishaps but everything else was fine, right? But at the end of the day, he was the one you ran to, not someone else. He was the one you chose.

“I made every day worth it.” His grip is still tight. The pain is just a dull buzz at this point. You clench your fists.

"Oh yeah? Even the days when we would do nothing but scream at each other for the littlest things? Even the days where you got so angry I genuinely thought you would hurt me? Even the days where we wouldn't talk, or even look at each other for hours at a time because we resented each other?" You retort.

"Yes, there were good days. But did being constantly verbally abused make it worth it? No."

Miguel’s face changes into complete outrage by the time you’re finished. He lets go of you, though continues to glare at you. A few drops of blood drip from his grip. You rub your wrists, hissing at the stinging sensation in the absence of his sharp talons.

“You make it sound like I abused you or something,” His voice is low and threatening. “You’re really that scared of me? I would never touch you. I would never lay a finger on you.” He states cockily. Like you’re crazy. He’s treated you so well and this is how you thank him?

You lift your bloody wrists in his face. "This says otherwise."

His blood runs cold. In his rage he didn’t notice how his talons were digging into your skin, puncturing the flesh he once kissed. His eyes widen while you show him actual proof of just how much he damaged you while trying to prove he never would. The irony sinks into the pits of his stomach.

Tears stream down your face. Not from pain or anguish or rage, but from grief. Grief for your past self, grief for your relationship, everything.

"This is exactly why we broke up." I let every word sink in.

He’s frozen in a state of total shock. Did he really do that? Was he really the root of your suffering?

The anger inside him melts away, replaced by remorse. Miguel steps forward and goes to wrap his arms around you, suddenly wanting nothing more than the last six months back.

You take a step back from him and put your arms up in defense.

"No. I'm going back to my boyfriend who actually treats me well." You breathe. There is hurt in your voice. Bitter tears fall on the sidewalk as you back away from the man you once loved.

Miguel’s heart shatters in his chest. You’ve fallen in love with someone new. Someone better. Someone who doesn’t treat you poorly. Someone who isn’t him.

He tries to reach out for you again. “Wait. Don’t go. Just- just listen to me.” You shake your head and stare at him.

"No. No. I'm done. I've had enough of this."

“I can change. I can. Just… just let me prove it, please.”

"I've let you prove it four times already, Miguel. I put my faith in you to change four times. And every time always ends the same. Exactly like this. You've had four more second chances than I should ever have given you." Your eyes have nothing but hurt in them, voice cold and anguished.

“But I’m different, now. I mean it this time, I-I swear! Just give me one last chance. I- I won’t hurt you again. On my life. I’ll do anything.” He’s getting desperate now. Pleading with you like a beggar.

"Aren't you getting déjà vu, Miguel? We've been here before. We fight, break up, you beg me to give you another chance, I accept, we have apology sex, and then we're good for 3 months, then it happens again,” you recount.

“I'm breaking that cycle."

Miguel is quiet for a few moments. The painful truth of your words is starting to set in.

You’re right. And he can’t handle the fact that you don’t need him anymore. He can’t handle the fact that somebody better is taking you away.

“I- I’ll be different this time.” But there’s something different in his voice. A tone of defeat. The fire of rage burning in his red irises have extinguished and there is nothing left in them except for cold gray ash.

"No. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t do us anymore. You've broken my trust too many times to believe you." Your tone is firm, opposite to Miguel’s. You’ve finally won this battle. Finally plateaued on the endless uphill climb that is Miguel O’Hara.

Miguel is still in utter shock and disbelief. The desperation has morphed into something beyond. He knows his pleas are falling on deaf ears.

“But… te quiero...” He utters those words, frightening and unfamiliar in his mouth when they were once what he called home. He utters them with such defeat not as the declaration of his dedication to you as they once were, but rather as a good-bye he knows is coming.

You shake your head and more tears fall from your eyes. You’re clearly and visibly hurt.

"I don't."

“W-what?” His mouth drops. “What do you mean? We’ve… We’ve been through so much together. We- we were so in love…” He doesn’t believe it. He never even fathomed that you would admit to such a thing. He looks at you as if you admitted to a horrible crime.

To him, you did.

"Were. We were so in love. But you've hurt me too many times. My heart can't take it anymore, Miguel. I’m sorry.” You try to reason with him. He shakes his head as his jaw hangs open and takes a step back into his apartment.

“No...” Miguel whispers. “No, I-I can’t let you go. I can’t... I-.”

He’s lost. He’s panicking. He’s not going to let you leave him. Not this time. Not again. Not anymore. His eyes dart around the room, trying to anchor himself to anything but you. You. You. Heart thumping wildly in his chest like an untamed animal, his knees quiver.

"Miguel, let's be honest here. Do you remember anything good about the past 6 months? Really? Because I don't. I'm sorry Miguel but neither of us can take being hurt anymore!" You go on. You know you’ve finally reasoned with him. Finally broken down the years-old walls that has protected his fragile ego. Miguel is quiet. He doesn’t know what to say. He’s already hurt you too much to deny it.

“You’re right. You’re exactly right. I- I don’t… I don’t have any excuses. You deserved better. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry…” He’s stuttering and rambling like a nervous schoolgirl now. Get it together, Miguel. Don’t let her get away. She needs you. The little voice in the back of his head says through all the chaos. He wants to believe it but he knows you’re right.

You’re always right.

You hold a hand up to silence him. The blood on your wrists is starting to dry. It’s darkened and formed a crust on your rolled up sleeves.

"Save it. I'm going back to my boyfriend."

“I’m not letting you go.” He’s panicking. He’s desperate. His voice gets quiet. “You can’t go. You can’t leave. Not like this.” His hands tremble as he holds them out to you, begging for you to run back into his arms. “I don’t want you to go. You can’t leave me. Not now. Not when I’m hurting and begging you to stay.”

You sigh. Even after getting through to him, he is still as incessant as ever.

"You have to let go of me, Miguel. I want to help you, believe me, I do. But I don't want to get hurt more than I already have in the process of doing so.."

He shakes his head aggressively like a child. He refuses to believe you. Somewhere deep down, you still love him, he’s sure of it.

“I- I know, but... you don’t understand how much I need you. Please. You’re all I have. You mean to much to me,” He grabs your arms again but with a tenderness this time. He’s already hurt you enough. “I’ll be good. I’ll do anything to make you stay, anything to have one last chance. I don’t want you to go.”

"Miguel if I leave here now, we'll both be happy. You're gonna meet someone else who's going to be perfect for you. You guys will get married, and have children perhaps. You've always wanted a girl, hm? I want that for you, for both of us. I just... I can't have that with you. Please, please move on and forget about me." You smile sadly. You’re speaking the truth. Even through all the months of crying, apologizing, and aggressive make-up sex, you still wish him happiness. Even though you shouldn’t.

Miguel keeps silent for a moment. That… actually makes sense. You’re right. But he’s selfish.

“But I-... I don’t want that with someone else. I want that with you, you- you’re the love of my life! I- I know I messed that up. I ruined us. But I-” He pauses to swallow the lump in his throat. He can’t cry. Not here. Not now. “Can’t we… can’t we just leave everything behind and start over? I- just give me one last chance. Plea- please…”

"You're so persistent."

“I’m desperate,” he whispers.

He grabs onto your arms tightly. “You... you’re so important to me and I ruined everything. I was stupid. I ruined the only good thing I had left. I- I don’t want to lose you-”

"Miguel, will you let me go if I kiss you one last time?"

You just wanted to leave. To forget him. To move past. This seemed like the only way to get him off your back.

Miguel’s eyes light up as you ask him that. You still want to kiss him before you leave. That’s a good sign right? He nods desperately.

You exhale and walk slowly toward him, staring at his lips. Miguel’s heart is racing a mile a minute, but that just makes the impending kiss even more thrilling. His hand comes up to touch your cheek and he leans in but stops halfway. He waits for you to make the move first.

You hold his head with both hands and close the distance and kiss him softly, fingers carding through his brown hair.

Miguel melts into the kiss. It feels like your lips have been designed to fit his exactly. It’s like you were built to be together. For a moment your lips are the only thing in the world important to him.

He leans in closer, deepening the kiss. You want him back. You want him. You want him, you want him, you want him-

"No. No more." You break away abruptly and put a hand on his chest to stop him.

What?

Miguel’s eyes are wide. But… you want him. It’s clear. You kissed him, so you want him.

He puts his hand on your wrist. “But- why- why’d you stop? That felt… I- I thought we were-“

He poured his life, heart, and soul into that kiss. To win you back. You were surely to reciprocate his feelings after he bared his raw, bloody, and beaten heart to you in his calloused hands.

Surely.

Your lips press into a thin line. "I have to go now. Live a long and happy life for me, okay?"

Miguel stares at you, his eyes filled with tears. He’s still in denial. He’s completely heartbroken. He won’t believe this. He can’t believe this. He’s losing you forever. Your smile, your lips, your body, you.

“B- but… b- but I-“

It’s clear you’ve made your final decision. There really is nothing he can do to keep you from leaving. He can’t even find the words to say goodbye. The only thing he manages to croak out is:

“I’m… I’m sorry… and I- I love you…”

"Thank you, Miguel O'Hara."

You give him one last look before I turn around and walk away from him.

Miguel watches you leave. He can still feel the ghost of lips on his. It’s going to be an image that lives inside his mind forever, branded on his brain. The mark that you’ve left on his life permanently.

He knows this is the last time he’ll ever see you. He won’t ever get to kiss you again. He won’t ever get to hold you again.

Tears stream down your face as you walk away from Miguel, but these aren’t tears of grief anymore. They are tears of freedom. You feel the shackles of your former life fall from your bruised and bloodied wrists and you realize:

You are free.

Miguel stands there, silent. He doesn’t cry. His eyes are completely dry. He doesn’t let any emotion get the best of him.

Even now. Even though his world just shattered. He watches you get smaller and smaller, growing more distant with each step.

And then you’re gone, and Nueva York seems so much colder without you.

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Avoidants are unfairly demonized.

And you know what? I’m sick of seeing anxious-attached folks being treated as if they’re fully the victim and totally blameless.

They just cannot ever admit that they might make mistakes, especially serious ones. Can't apologize. Self righteous as hell, and so, so blaming. It's such bullshit. It’s so often that the avoidant partner is forced to take “accountability” for whatever the issue and the AP gets to be relieved that its “not them” and they don’t have to look at their own outrageous behavior that may have contributed to the original issue.

AP’s get all the sympathy because they are usually the loudest, therefore we all have to center around their feelings. It's not that the avoidants DON’T want help, it's avoidants are more likely to avoid and if someone doesn't like conflict and the AP is constantly having a temper tantrum... so who is going to get heard? Have the most attention to their problems?

I was recently talking to a friend about couples therapy with her avoidant partner & even in listening I could tell that she didn't realize how much she dominated the therapy sessions, while simultaneously complaining he wasn't there enough. When he finally broke down and cried about something she had said, her response? You've never cried about that before but it bothers you NOW?

And that’s the thing, it's never good enough for APs. It is hard to be a person when an AP is suffocating the room, and it's easier for them to blame avoidants because we are the only people who will continually put up with their shit, because we ignore it and somehow they are the victims in that too. The goal post is forever changing with them, and nothing is ever good enough. They complain and put pressure on to be, think, feel a certain way and when you manage to come close, you're still somehow in the wrong. I would rather shove everything down and suffer silently than possibly trigger an AP into an episode because THAT is pure psychological torture.

And don’t even get me started about how they then proceed to be the "humble brags" of self-work:

"I just have too big of a heart and I over-give because I'm too generous.”

If all the APs I've known ACTUALLY took accountability it'd sound like:

"I make comments with the intention of making you feel ashamed and guilty so that in your diminished self-worth you might be insecure enough to come to me. Maybe if you're upset we can have a conversation or emote at each other, which is a form of connection, so I force that since I can't force you do do whatever I want at any given moment. I push and push and push and push you so that when you break A) again, I can feel the connection that comes with conflict, at least, and B) I can feel victimized by how 'mean' you are by finally breaking at my prodding. I do not ever stop to consider how this might be tanking your life and our relationship... because I always find a way to blame you for that. I have the audacity to purport to know what your problems are and your inner work should be, and though I'm begging you to open up to me, I don't listen when you do. I just cry because whatever you say scares me, and my fear is still ultimately more important than any of your experiences." APs don't "care" anymore than Avoidants as a default, though they may try too hard, sure.

The issue is that the “I care too much" gets recognized as "and that causes problems for ME” and they're like "oh look I'm taking accountability!" But they never get to the part about how them "caring too much" caused problems for OTHERS and they never want to earnestly apologize. Their behavior can be seriously, seriously, damaging to be on the other end of.

"I'm impatient, have unrealistic expectations, and I over-perform for love. I'm going to work on this with my therapist because I'm realizing now how this is backfiring and causing me pain."

^That would be accountability.

#avoidant attachment #anxious attachment #attachment theory #mental health #relationships #friendship #attachment styles #fearful avoidant

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