#reminds me of my step father and step brothers picking on me for little things that I usually can’t help but hey thats trauma babey)

[babygorewhore]

Bad Guy

Rafe Cameron x fem!Thornton! reader

As Toppers sister, he refused to let you be apart of his party life until tonight. But when you use something of Rafe’s without knowing, he decides you need to pay him.

Warnings! Throat fucking! Unprotected sex! Degrading! Dub con since she’s under the influence! Dark! Rafe kinda (According to me lol)

Tonight was your first time being invited to a party thrown by your brother, Topper. Before you were written off as his annoying little sister.

Forbidden to be exposed to the debauchery of his party life. Topper wasn't necessarily a bad brother. He was just extremely overprotective of you, someone who didn’t fit in with the rest of the kooks. You liked staying in, hanging out with the pogues and you were on the shyer side.

But the biggest issue wasn’t the partying.

Rafe Cameron. Your brother's best friend was the issue. Whenever you were around, he picked on you. Made fun of how you dressed, how you hung out with people he viewed as lesser but most importantly you refused to show weakness to him like other girls.

At least outwardly.

On the inside? You had a massive crush on him. Strictly on a physical level. His tall muscular form Bold blue eyes and blonde hair. Ever since his father was out of the picture, he became hotter. More intimidating since he had all the power. Topper often reminded you of this. The Cameron’s used to be royalty on this island.

But tonight, you were determined to make things different. You wanted to be noticed.

You stepped downstairs where the noise was booming, your short black dress and tall heels clacking against the ground as you stepped into the majority of the crowd. Topper saw you from where he was sitting, a drink in hand as he flew over to you. He glared at the men who were catcalling and giving you lustful looks.

“Absolutely not. Go upstairs and change right now.” He shoved you lightly but you ignored him and eyed the table where he had sat. A line of crystal power lined the glass. You had never snorted coke before and you wanted to make yourself known. You were a Kook. You were Toppers sister but you refused to be seen as a child anymore.

You nudged a girl out of the way and selected the drug and straightened it with a razor blade. After picking something up, you brought your nose down and breathed in the drug.

“What the fuck?” Topper yanked you away as a rush came over you and gave you a shot of energy and you cheered. Everyone was underneath the flashing lights.

“What’s wrong with you? I’m an adult now, Top Get over it!”

“That’s not it, idiot. That coke didn’t belong to me and you didn’t pay for it.”

You breathed in and wiped your nose. “What?” Your entire body was buzzing with adrenaline as your brother rolled his eyes and looked at you sternly.

“That’s Rafe’s. And he’s really strict about getting paid.”

You shrug, your high making you care less about what’s happening. You turn and start to enjoy the rest of the party. Dancing by the pool, drinking and doing another line in different room.

As you walked out of the restroom an hour later, a tall figure approached you down the empty hallway and you paled as you realized it was Rafe storming towards you.

His striped shirt was messy and his black pants were fitted as he loomed over you. “You think you can steal shit from me?”

“I didn’t steal anything. You weren’t even in the room!” You argued drunkenly and tried to push him away from you but he caught your hands.

“You don’t snort what belongs to me without paying for it, you little slut. Dressing like that to try and impress everyone and do a line. I know what you’re doing.”

“And what’s that, Rafe?” You challenged back, your makeup running from all the activity you participated in.

“You just want me to notice you. Well, guess what? I did and now you’re going to pay up.” You rolled your eyes.

“Fine. I’ll go get my purse.”

Rafe let out a laugh and you grew cold as he let you go but caged you in with both hands on either side of your head. “I don’t want your fucking money. I have enough of that shit.”

“Then, what? How do you want me to pay you?” Rafe gave you a soft sneer and you realized exactly what he meant.

“Fuck off,” You growled and tried to shove him but Rafe nudged your legs, separated them and forced you on your knees with his hands on your shoulders, gripping harshly. “You really want to make me the bad guy, huh?” He breathed out through his lips and shook his head teasingly. “You can’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”

You wanted to deny it but with the drugs, pent up emotions of suppressing any sort of sexual attraction to him and remembering all the times you played with your pussy while saying his name. You started unbuckling his pants, his boxers making him look like he was in a men’s magazine as his hard on stared directly at you.

You had only blown two guys before this and each time wasn’t fun. You weren’t attracted to them like Rafe. He always loomed in your mind despite the dismissive swear you gave him earlier.

Rafe sighed impatiently as he adjusted his boxers and removed his heavy dick, his precum leaking from the tip as it slapped against his stomach. Your mouth watered and you felt yourself drip onto your panties as you spat onto your hand and started gently rubbing up and down the soft skin. Your thumb swipes across his creamy fluid as you drag your tongue along the vein, his entire body shuddering as you repeat the action on the other side. His cock was hot against your mouth as your lips gave open mouth kisses before he cups your jaw and opens your mouth with intense strength.

“You’re gonna make me cum and you’re not gonna whine. You’re not going to do anything unless I say, Got it, you stupid little whore?” He growled and you nodded fearfully as you opened your lips and kitten licked the tip before he shoved his cock inside your mouth.

Your head slammed back against the wall as he arched over you, his one hand holding his weight as he started thrusting hard and face fucked you. Your eyes widened as you tasted the slick and your throat immediately wanted to protest and close but you breathed deeply in your nose and adjusted your position on your knees. Your cunt fluttered and he started moaning, the very sound telling you how much he enjoyed this.

“Your little good girl act doesn’t work on me,” He grunted as he moved faster and fucked your mouth, your mascara lining your cheeks as tears streamed down your face.

Your head bobbed up and down his length as your pussy clenched around nothing as his movement started growing sloppy. “You gonna take it, bitch? You gonna take my cock, cum slut?”

His dirty words only made your center pool as he grabbed your hair and pulled so hard it hurt enough to make you wince but you kept going until he came to a halt, spilling his seed inside your mouth. You pulled off them, coughing and wiping your lips. Gloss and liner smearing on your hand. Rafe chuckled and lightly slapped you. “That’s what you do. Take it without whining like other girls. Guess you really know what you’re doing, huh? More than I thought you did” To your surprise he helped you stand but stopped you from wiping your face.

“Rafe, if my brother sees this he’s going to kill us.” You shriek before quieting when he leans down. “Do I look like I care? Besides, I’m not fucking done with you.” With that, Rafe wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you into a room further down the hallway. He didn’t waste time as he pushed you down onto the unmade mattress and yanked your dress higher, exposing your soaked underwear.

He smirked at you. “All that from sucking my dick? You’re even more pathetic than I thought.” He pulled off your panties and shuffled to straddle you, lining up his cock and running it along your clit causing you to throw your head back. A wash of fear came as you thought about someone walking in. But he wouldn’t care. He always did exactly what he wanted and to whom.

“You're gonna be a good girl for me? That little pussy is gonna hug me so tight,” He groaned as he pushed it inside your opening and you whined, your legs wrapping around his hips.

He slid in and out a few times before he slammed to the hilt and you almost screamed at the fullness. Rafe took your hand and pressed it down on your stomach. “You fucking feel that? Feel me there? That’s what happens when you don’t pay up. I take what’s mine.” He growled and moved faster, your body was jerking on top of the bed as your fingers dug into the material of his shirt you desperately wanted off so you slipped your hands underneath and touched his muscular back. He let out his own whimper at that as he thrusted deep inside you.

His cock reached something in you that made you start crying from pleasure again, “fuck, daddy. I can’t-I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for daddy, baby girl. You’re being so good.” He managed before he felt you reach your peak and you spilled all over him.

You felt more wetness as his own cum filled you but he didn’t pull out. “I’m not gonna let anything spill out.” He gave you a smirk on his sweaty face and he leaned down and gave you a hard kiss.

It was marking his territory.

“I’m not fucking finished with you yet.”

You felt whiplash. You just fucked your bully, long time crush and now, drug dealer.

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Stuck with me

Pairing- Ao'nung x Sully!reader

Summary- You didn't like violence, Ao'nung had the urge to protect you. He falls in love with you and seeing you protect him pulled him in deeper and then you get stuck with each other.

Warnings- blood, bruises, fighting

You didn't like violence, not even a little. You didn't even like to yell. You just wanted everyone to get along. And you were the best warriors going neck to neck with your mother Neytiri. But even as a warrior you try to get in as little violence as possible, but sometimes it is inevitable.

"Hey forest girl." Ao'nung said he had been trying to get under your skin for weeks. He has gotten all of your siblings but you. "Hi Ao'nung." You smile and his transparent eyebrows furrow. "So you call this a tail." He said pulling on your tail slightly. Pulling it from him, "Yes I do as you call yours a tail, would you like to join me in medicine making today?" You quickly change the subject and this confuses the boy even more. "No." He said quickly walking off.

After that day he tried everything to get you to even yell at him. But you didn't budge, you only gave him a smile and a few quick words. And finally he gave in. Walking next to you on the beach as you pick up shells that Tuk asked for. "Hey Y/N." Ao'nung said before you could speak another group of boys passed you. "Hey freak." One yelled out and Ao'nung looked offended for you and all you did was pick up another shell and continue walking. The boys scoff before leaving. He watched as you deflected every insensitive thing that a few people threw at you, how you continued to do your task at hand and not yell and fight back as he would, he admired you. And he had this urge to protect you.

And protect you he did.

You had been laying in the sand soaking up the sun as the group of boys from a few days ago came across you again. Ao'nung had been only a few feet away and may or may not have been keeping an eye on you. "Hey freak." One of them said you open your eyes and stand up brushing sand off of yourself before smiling at them. "So is it true?" One of them asked and you turned to him. "What true?" You ask. "That your father was a demon my mom said that all demons should be killed." He said and you shake your head side to side. "Well my father was of demon blood and then he became one of the people-" cut off by the boy again. "So you're a demon." He laughed and you began to walk away not wanting to start anything.

As you walked away Ao'nung walked behind you, "Call her a demon again and I'll skin you alive." He hissed. He caught up to you and you looked at him. "You know you did not need to do that." You say walking to your family's home. "Yes, I know but I wanted to protect you." He said as you shake your head walking into the marui.

As you walk in you smile at your family before sitting in the circle they had made. "Ao'nung said he wanted to protect Y/N." Neytiri laughed and you shook your head side to side as your family laughed along with her. "Ao'nung protect Y/N, she fought a thantor without a weapon I think she is good." Lo'ak laughed. "That was only because it was trying to eat all of you, I do not like violence." You say grabbing a piece of fruit your mother freshly cut. The laughter died down as they continued to talk about all kinds of things. Jake watched from across the hut watching as you looked around, a peaceful smile rested on your lips. You reminded him so much of your mother it made him so proud, but scared him a little.

-One week later-

Everyone was waiting at the dock searching for Lo'ak. Everyone stopped as they watch him ride to docks. Neteyam dragged Ao'nung by the arm, and put him in front of your parents. Lo'ak stomped toward Ao'nung before Jake stepped in front of him. "Tell them what you told me." Neteyam spoke loudly. "We took Lo'ak out to Three Brothers Rock and left him there." He looked ashamed, almost regretful to have done this, he avoided everyone's eyes but your gaze the most.

Tonowari sighed at this and you watched as Lo'aks eyes glazed over everyone. "It was my idea to go to the island, it wasn't Ao'nungs fault." Lo'ak said and the next thing your father spoke hurt. "I'm disappointed in you Lo'ak." Lo'ak looked taken back before he stormed off Ao'nung on his tail.

You hadn't known what was said between the two but what you couldn't get Ao'nung and the way he looked earlier that night. You silently step out of your mauri and see Ao'nung standing at the edge of the beach.

You walk up next to him and he turns his head, eyes widened as shocked to see you.

"Hello, Ao'nung." You say and he takes a deep breath in. "Hey Y/N, I'm sorry for what I did to your brother." He said quietly and you hummed. "I know." You say sitting on the sand. He followed with a bewildered expression. "You do."

"Yes."

"How?" He asked and you giggled which only confused him more.

"You are not as clever as you think you are Ao'nung, I see what others do not, I know that you take care of the people you care for, I know that you don't like bullying people but it makes you feel better about yourself if you make others feel just as bad as you. Am I correct or should I go on?" You ask and his face fell had he been that transparent?

"Don't please don't go on." He said, rubbing his eyes. "You're right, I do like feeling like that, Eywa have I always been a skwang?" He asked himself and you. You oat his shoulder before laughing a little. "Maybe but you can always change huh or do you still want to be a skwang?" You joke and his head shoots up and shakes it before laughing. "So Y/N friends?" He asked, putting his hand out and you pretend to think before connecting your hand to his shaking it. "Friends."

And that is how it went, you and Ao'nung somehow ended up being each other's best friends. Everyone found it strange, best friends with the person who left your brother for dead but they couldn't help but be grateful. Ever since he started hanging out with you, he's caused less and less trouble. In a situation where he would have just straight swinged you taught him just to ignore it. He admired you for your peaceful nature but it still confused him. He heard that you were the greatest young warrior in the Omaticaya but he hadn't seen you get into a fight once. He shakes the thoughts as he continues listening to your conversation.

"Yeah I did get into that fight and you just sat there sighing, maybe one day you'll have enough and beat me a new one huh N/N." He joked pushing your shoulder teasingly and you only shake your head as you continue to weave the basket you had in your lap.

From afar Ronal and Tonowari watch the interaction. "You know Tono I don't know why but they seem a lot like us when we were their age no?" Ronal said walking into their home. "Yes my love I see it too for some odd reason, Y/N though I think she is the nicest warrior I've ever met." Tonowari said as he settled into his and Ronal's cot.

Now it was the next day, as there would be this huge party to celebrate the entrance to a new season. It would be huge.

And it was everyone dressing up, loud music blasted into your ears, many danced, and alcoholic drinks went around and ran through most. It was pretty peaceful until someone yelled from across the land.

"I am the best warrior out here I could take on anyone." He yelled he was clearly drunk from the way his speech slurred and he took another swig of the drink. And you giggled a little from his statement as did many others. But Eywa seemed to be on the other side today, he clicked you laughing and stomped his way to you. You sat with Kiri on your left and Ao'nung on your right.

"So the little forest girl thinks she is better than me." You sigh as you ignore his persistent badgering. But that just wouldn't do for him. He slammed his hands on the table making you flinch from the loud sound so close to your ears and he yelled out insults about you left and right.

Ao'nung had seemed to have enough. He stood up. "Hey just leave her alone-" cut off by the man who just slammed his fist onto the side of Ao'nungs face. Everyone gasped as the man spouted insults this time to Ao'nung.

"Can't even protect yourself how come this little boy gets to be the next Olo'eyktan he has no right." The man yelled and just as they got up to diffuse the situation everyone stood shocked as you stood in front of the man with the same sweet smile painted on your face.

"He has no right? And I suppose you do? Ao'nung was born to be Olo'eyktan, he's trained, he's learned, he's grown, sure you know how to fish but do you know how to lead a clan?" You told the boy off and he was drunk and your words seemed to anger him, his hands ball into a fist and then he threw his hand towards your face. You catch his hand mid throw, the sweet smile now gone cold expression replaces it. Shivers run down the man's back as you speak in a low voice.

"I have given you a chance to back down, but it seems I'll have to give you one you'll never forget." You say and the last thing yelled was a loud, "Y/N don't!" From your younger sister Kiri.

It wasn't much of a fight as your tight fist landed on his face, a crunch heard from his nose. He held his nose as you punched him in the face again and again making him drop onto the ground. His face was black and blue with a hint of red running down his both nostrils. Pulling your bloodied hands up to your side you look down on him.

Ao'nung was looking at you, mesmerized you've never seemed so beautiful. Lo'ak was yelling "Get his ass Y/N punch him in the dick-'' he screamed, pumping his fist in the air. "We are so kicked out." Jake said rubbing his eyes and Neytiri watched you slightly proud.

Your turn to him and the blood running from his nose alerts you. But it seems the beating you gave the boy wasn't enough as he stands up on his knees not even fully still spewing insults and how he was going to beat you and you finally had enough. "Stand down!" You yell and everyone seems taken back as the bass of your voice booms. You've never yelled, hell you've never been angry but right now everyone seemed a little scared at the dark look in your eyes and the terrifying in your voice. Everyone backed down as you stood up, tilting their heads down for respect.

Tonowari stood shocked, mouth agape at what just went down, while Ronal had a quiet smile on her lips.

You turn back to Ao'nung and the scowl on your face softens as you walk to him.

"Ao'nung, Ao'nung." You say crouching next to him. "Are you okay? Were you injured anywhere else?" You ask, touching his head for a fever. "You're so beautiful." He whispers and only you hear. "He's delusional, come on get up, let's clean you up." You say grabbing his hands with your bruised knuckles strained pulling him from the ground. Ronal turns to Tonowari now they see how they saw themselves in you two.

Later that night after you cleaned Ao'nung up and took him home, Tonowari and Ronal had a conversation.

"She would make a great Tsahik, she is a great healer better than almost everyone in the island and did you see how she protected Ao'nung she is perfect, kind, and strong." Ronal spoke to her husband.

Tonowari was still stuck at the party how you fought that man with ease he was in awe. "She lived here for months and she didn't get into a fight, not even an argument even when bullied. And she only did it when she saw Ao'nung was in trouble." He whispered to himself, smiling a little. Ronal turned to him. "What?" She hadn't heard him. "She would make a great mate and Tsahik she doesn't make brash decisions like Ao'nung she's perfect for him." He replied to his wife who had a huge grin on her face. It was settled between the two of you and Ao'nung should be mates.

They wanted things to settle before they contacted your parents who now stand in front of them. Jake and Neytiri go to kneel down and apologize and ask to stay before Ronal stops them. "Let us sit." Tonowari said.

Ronal poured hot tea for everyone as she sat next to her husband. "We would like to discuss something important." Ronal started and Jake nodded. "It's about Y/N." She added and Neytiri straightened her back and Jake began to speak. "What about Y/N is it about the other day I know sometimes she is rash and doesn't think I had a conversation with her-"

"No it is not about that." Ronal stopped him and urged her husband into the conversation. "Me and Ronal had a talk and we decided that Y/N would be a perfect fit for Ao'nung and would like to discuss and arrange marriage." Tonowari ended.

Neytiri's eyes widened. She hadn't seen the love that bloomed between the two of you. And she knows what it feels like to be in an arranged marriage and she goes to speak. "I do not want my daughter in a marriage she does not want-" cut off by Jake. "We accept." Neytiri looked caught off guard by his acceptance. "Neytiri, you should truly see how they look at each other. They are in love, and I'm not talking about stupid teenage love, I'm talking about honest love. She beat someone to pulp for touching him and you know our daughter." He spoke softly to her and she shook her head up and down. "Then if she truly does love him," she said, pausing.

"Then we accept."

Jake and Neytiri left and went to go find you and there you were looking at your bruised hands. Jake coughs altering you he was there. "Oh hello father, mother." You say tilting your head down. "Y/N, daughter." Neytiri said in a soft tone tucking your hair behind your ear. "Mother." You say again. "Y/N you will be Ao'nungs mate. We have talked to Ronal and Tonowari and we came to the conclusion that the pairing of you would be best." Jake said quickly.

Blinking at the news just given to you, a small smile traces your lips. You shake your head up and down as you turn away looking at the setting sun. "Okay." Was all you said as you walked away from them. They looked at each other and only took a sharp breath collectively.

And as your parents told you if your arrangement Ronal and Tonowari told Ao'nung. He was ecstatic, he had never been so happy in his life. But what gnawed at him was this overwhelmed sense that you didn't feel as happy over your betrothal. So he sat at the ilu deck and looked at the water, happiness and sadness fighting over what controls him.

You see him and slowly sit next to him. "Hey." You say.

"Hey." He replies.

"So you hear," you say. "We're getting married." You say giggling a little after.

He smiles at you and laughs and he turns fully to you and takes a deep breath. "Are you happy with this arrangement you have a choice Y/N." Ao'nung says looking away from you. It was silent, the most uncomfortable silence he's ever been in.

"Guess I'm stuck with you Ma Ao'nung." You say his ears perk at your words and he smiles.

"Happy to be stuck with you Ma Y/N."

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[tinycozycomfort]

rest in the cup of my palms (part two)

pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x art student f!reader

chapter two: do you feel it, too?

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series summary: you went back to school to find out who you are—to make another leap in the hope of self discovery. when you finally find that first glimpse of yourself, it’s in someone else. what happens when the mirror tries to pull you in? or  you’re everything joel could’ve hoped to find. he doesn’t let go easily.

chapter summary: you fight hard to keep old habits at bay. joel falls into his head first.

warnings/tags: no outbreak, no use of y/n, (for everything) -> mutual pining!, possessive behavior, smut (w individual tags to come), ellie is joel's daughter, ellie and reader attend the same university but reader is in post-grad, age gap (joel is late 40s, reader is not), alternating pov, slow-ish burn / (for this chapter) -> semi-public dry humping, kissing, mentions/fantasies of p in v sex, possessive thoughts, no one is drunk but everyone blames the wine, joel miller loves his kid!

word count: 5.3k

rating: explicit (18+ only! mdni)

A/N: i'm in shambles over the response to the first chapter, this series is my baby and it means so much that you guys liked it. thank you a million times for reading!

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“The wait begins as soon as I wake up. There is never any “after”. Life stops from the moment he rings the doorbell and enters.”

Annie Ernaux - Getting Lost

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Joel hasn’t touched the plastic tube since he brought it home last week. 

It’s become something he has to hide from, a nagging thought that pulls at his pant-leg like a child, clawing for his attention—open me, open me. Over and over he hears it, while in the office or cooking dinner or folding the wash, a whisper that begs him to reach in and claim his prize. When he’s really tired, brain damp from the days he has to work, the voice pours into something smoother, and suddenly it's that pretty girl—the one who’d made the thing—asking for the same; to be peeled back and stretched wide for him, cunt and heart and all. 

He finds himself losing a lot of very real time in the fantasy, chunks of his life spooned out to make room. 

The compulsion isn’t unfamiliar; it’s one that Joel thinks has something to do with his protective nature—or maybe that he’s seen enough living through the filters of hurt and mistrust—that makes him cling to the things he finds precious.

It traces back as far as the girls in grade school, when they would bring him little home-made valentines and wave him kisses first stamped onto open palms. He grew enamored with them, picking them flowers and scribbling symbols of promise in their note-books—the very beginnings of his acts of service. His heart would swell with it, a cartoonish thing, growing and pumping until he could keel over to one side from the size. He chased it in those early years, back somewhere between the brothering and fathering, moving through many someones he could fawn over, easing his need to possess. 

He can feel the need rising now, for the first time in too long, his body hurtling itself towards the ledge of something scarier, and he welcomes it. His hands itch for it, for the kind of love with teeth, that bites and tears into the edges of a substance much meatier, providing a place for the points to pierce and hold. He won’t call it what it really is, prefering to stomp out the whisper that warns him of its arrival—obsession. He likes to use less severe terms: thoughtful, involved, fascinated.

Knowing better in his age, he tries at least to be realistic during waking hours, and around Ellie, reminding himself that he has a hard time stepping down when he builds his hope high enough. He moves instead to just dreaming about you—in little tidbits and at guest-star capacity—to tide himself over until the week rolls back around.

Now, on a new Monday, he lets his daughter head off to class before he allows himself the privilege of unwrapping his reward.

He fishes around in the back of the hallway closet where he hid the case, retreating to his room to finally have his time alone with the creature he’d made of the object, letting it free from its cage.

He pops off the cardboard top of the roll, pulling the drawing out with the very tips of his fingers to not smudge something on accident. The sound of it sliding out sets his skin alight—this gift is one he asked for, but it feels like it was given to him all the same. Sharing a piece of you with him so freely, he feels special. 

He’s gotten used to seeing himself around the house, Ellie’s ever-growing library of renditions of him are fixed to the fridge by mis-matched magnets and framed in little glass panels in her room. It leans on the side of betrayal to have someone else’s version of him up, but he just wants to see it—if it’s as intense as he remembers it. As different.

His knuckle follows the curl of the paper to flatten the image, tacking it up to the wall with painter’s tape to avoid damaging the surface, like his daughter taught him. Joel sits on the corner of his bed and feels a hot wave of emotion fill his chest. 

He looks hopeful. It’s a garment he’s never seen himself wear. He’s soft and shy and child-like, face penciled in with detail that reads like a well-worn novel, bending and twisting to the curve of his expression. It’s a finely crafted summary. It’s guide-lines. It’s instructions, the very important parts of him spelled out in bold, black charcoal, with the gray shades of his complexion filling in the gaps. 

Was he that easy to pick apart? 

He’d seen some of the other drawings, the way everyone else had chosen to capture solely his pose, perfectly articulating the crook of his elbow or the network of muscle under the skin of his calf. 

But you’d chosen to show him. 

Something about it looks so familiar, enough to bring forward a memory of the conversation that had him feeling the briefest pass of deja vu—of you glancing down at the ground, quieted maybe by his proximity or his compliments; bashful. 

He walks out into the living room where Ellie keeps her sketchbook, the one with all the references. He thumbs through it—she’s given him permission to see this one—and flips to the page he remembers watching her use last week. And when he sees it, he feels like he’s going to faint. 

It was you. 

That was your face his daughter had been so beautifully replicating. Upon examining the fragmented portrait, he sees a striking resemblance to the one you’d made of him. They’re the same. Not the likeness, of course, but the visage. You knew what he felt like—had felt it yourself.

He already knew you, before you’d even spoken a word to each other. He admits that Ellie was only capable of piecing together so much of you, and even with the extra bits he’d caught in your brief meeting, he feels like he’s missing out. He wants to see the whole picture. You, in totality. 

When he arrives at the school building, he’s overtaken with a wash of what he thinks might be stage-fright. It makes him feel sick, stomach rolling with an embarrassment that scorches like youth—fight low and flight high—and his body starts to feel sore with the effort it takes to keep himself from fidgeting. 

Ellie’s teacher meets him in the hallway and passes him his slip, and he hums his way down to the bathroom to undress, admittedly working up the courage to confront you. 

As he enters the classroom, his excitement bottoms out. You’re not there. He keeps sweeping the room with his eyes, hoping you somehow had been hidden amongst the other bodies. He tries to sell himself the idea that you’re just in the bathroom, or on a break or late, but the wooden bench you’d sat in last week is obviously untouched. 

He clambers onto the stool, trying to replicate his pose from the previous lesson, much more uncomfortable now that he has nothing to distract him. The two hours are painful, and he finds himself counting seconds to fill the minutes in increments of ten until he can leave. 

His back hurts when he stands. 

On his way out, the blonde woman hands him a little flier, two pieces of neon copy paper glued together to make a double-sided image, advertising the group show this coming Friday. Ellie has already reminded him more times than he can count, but he takes it from the woman with the best smile he can muster, slipping out the door in a stride he’s hoping doesn’t come across as wounded. 

───────

The on-campus gallery is what someone a lot kinder than Joel would call cozy—a tight, short chamber with no windows and a single entrance, like a trap. 

He’s too keyed-up to be kind. He feels like nitpicking.

The metal door at the head must have been an afterthought, kicking back into the frame loudly every time someone walks through, nothing implemented to catch it. A continuous beam of fluorescent lighting wraps around the room in an all-encompassing spotlight, cooking the smell of fresh paint off the wall. It reminds him of picture day, or apartment hunting or something else equally unpleasant. 

He was always going to come to this, because he can’t imagine a version of himself who wouldn’t support his daughter, but he’s not happy about it, and he’s starting to feel dizzy from the too-fast swirl of anxiety in his stomach. 

Ellie had removed herself from his side the moment they made it into the building in search of her friends, with just a squeeze of his forearm and an ‘I’ll introduce you later’ left in her wake. He’s clung tightly to the wall ever since, making his way around the room to look at all the drawings, again and again and again until he feels like he’s on a track. 

Discomfort is a factor, but most of his indignation has to do with not seeing you in class—pointed at himself for the absurdity of his expectations—the voice in his head taking a bitter turn. Were you avoiding him? Would you not attend this, either? Did he do something wrong? His mind rambles on as he fiddles with his imitation cocktail glass, the shiny slip of plastic sticking to his fingers. There’s still a generous portion of what has to be five-dollar wine pooled at the bottom, bitter and opaque enough to stain. The woman who poured it for him did so nearly to the top, maybe sympathetically, disregarding that there was money obviously trying to be saved—deeming his cause a worthy one. He doesn’t even want it, really, nauseous at the idea of actually finishing it, but not having something in his hand was winding him even tighter. So he nurses it—even as it goes warm between his grasp, more unappetizing now than it had been twenty minutes ago—sip after sip to try and appear engaged. 

Eventually Joel grows tired of waiting, for Ellie to come back or for you to come at all or for this night to just be over, and picks a drawing to pause in front of. It’s a portrait of someone he’ll never meet, another graceful stranger coming together in an amalgamation of grays. He can hear people walking behind him, talking quietly and occasionally stopping to look over his shoulder at it in passing. 

“Hm. Quite the fan of my work, are you?” He almost ignores the comment, thinking it's for someone else, as it usually is, until there’s a figure taking up too much of his periphery. 

He’s a little dazed when he looks over, the hot, sour wine settled now in the pit of his belly, buzzing with a flare of something not-missed. He’s prepared to see more than one person beside him, perhaps a couple that had been talking near him rather than to him, but when he swivels his neck, it’s you. You’re just as pretty as he remembers, the face that he looks for in his sleep, but this time you’re not as shy, staring at him straight on—maybe similarly loosened by the pale yellow liquid in your own cup. 

Heat gathers at the rim of his jaw—his neck is red by now, he’s sure of it. Already exposed and driven by the faint whisper in his mind, he opens his mouth to speak without thinking, “You weren’t there this week.” 

You make quick quotes with just your pointers half-heartedly, “‘Sick,'” and breathe a laugh, “Had a few academic duties to fulfill. Gotta keep the scholarship intact.” 

There’s a thick moment of silence, but he can’t look away, eyes weighty and cheeks stinging. It’s awkward but he finds comfort in it, embracing the adjustment like it's a step towards better connection. 

Someone brushes his arm as they walk by and Joel uses it to his advantage, “Do you want to step outside? It’s a little hot in here.” 

There’s a flash of something like surprise across your eyes, but you shrug, “Sure.”

He crowds behind you as you walk step-in-step out the unarmed emergency exit, just to feel the closeness of your body, much better than the distance he’d felt in your absence on Monday. 

The night is worse than cold but it feels good against the heat in Joel’s chest. He can smell your perfume wafting back as he follows your movements, and it makes him pant. He’s ill, has to be—that or the wine was stronger than he thought, because the weird tie he feels is one he can’t explain as being healthy or normal or not fucking scary. But when you turn on your heel to face him, taking a seat on a hip-high planter in a secluded outer corner of the building, it feels right. Natural. 

He shuffles so that he’s far enough for you to be safe from his touch, and he shoves a hand in his pocket for good measure, “Thank you again for the drawing. It’s really beautiful.”

“Yeah, of course. Thank you for saying that.”

He wants to say something more, like you’ve captured me in a way that makes me hopeful about myself, but settles instead for, “My daughter liked it a lot, too.” It’s a bold-faced lie, but he thinks that keeping your gift a secret would look less appealing. 

“Is she here?”

“Somewhere, yeah. Ran off the second we got in. I’m not a comfort anymore, I guess.”

“Is she yours? Comfort, I mean.” You pick at the crown of the cup, rolling it gently in your hands like its real glass, and you both watch the fuzzy pattern of light that catches on its uniform surface. Joel wonders if you have a comfort of your own—if you need one.

“Is it bad if I say yes? It feels cheesy but the kid is my rock. Dunno what I’m gonna do when she grows up.” He shoves at the concrete under the toe of his boot. It didn’t taste as bad coming out as he thought it might. He hasn’t said that out loud to anyone other than himself, but you look at him like you know exactly what he means. The delicate beginnings of a smile crest on your face, cheek pinched, void of all the uncomfortable sympathy he's gotten from Tommy and Maria at the few things he made the mistake of revealing. He can’t find it in himself to stop now with your gesture, feeling relief in having a place to voice his heartbreak, “Honestly I’m scared, but not just for me, y’know? I worry about what she’s gonna find in the world. I just want to keep her safe.” 

“She knows it, I’m sure. I know what it feels like to have no one to root for you—I would’ve killed for that. The only thing you can do for her is be there when she comes home,” You’re looking down again, and he doesn’t like whatever’s made you want to pull back from him—be shy, “Spend time with other people you care about and that care about her. Make that network for her to lean on.”

“All I got is my brother. His wife too, sometimes. My nephews. A few years ago it was just me and him. Ellie—that’s her name. She, uh, isn’t ‘mine’,” he makes the bunny-eared quotes with the hand holding his drink, “Not by blood, anyway. But she popped up out of nowhere and I don’t know how to go back to being on my own.” 

“It’d be good to have a network of your own, too—if you’re up to it. It’s hard to do, trust me, but I don’t think I could do a lot without my friends.”

“Oh, sweetheart. I don’t think that’s in the cards for me anymore. I can’t conjure up much of anything worth listening to these days. Forgot how.” 

“Don’t do that. You have a lot to say—you’re plenty. Just start with one person. There’s always time to make more.” He knows you’re talking to him, but it feels like you’re also talking to that little boy inside of him, small and unloved and still bleeding.

“Do you need any more? Friends.”

You look up from your lap, pushing a piece of your hair back from your face like you need to get a better look, searching for a way you could be misinterpreting him, “I might have room. You have a recommendation for me?”

He reaches out, grabbing the empty cup from your grasp, stacking it with his own and depositing them by your side. He doesn’t miss the way you watch him, how you widen the spread of your legs on instinct, enough to suggest his entrance. He wades out on one leg to bring himself in, testing the water.

Your lips are parted, and when he looks into the opening between them he imagines he’s seeing to the center of you, and everything else keys out. Cars pass by on the strip of street behind him, driven by ghosts, providing nothing but a low song for your bodies to dance to together, his chest swaying closer to yours with every breath. You move with him, and it feels rehearsed, like all of the steps you've taken to get to this moment were purposeful, done in perfectly orchestrated succession for the hundredth time. 

“Do you feel that, too?” He asks, wanting to know if he’s reading too much into it, feeling that sweet edge of thoughtful-involved-fascinated scrape his skin like a sharp knife, “Do you? Like you know me?” 

“Yes,” you breathe, and it’s all the permission he’s ever needed. 

He leans in, lips skating yours, the warm cave of your mouth begging to be explored. He tries so hard to take his time, soft brushes tethering you to each other with the weight of everything he’ hasn’t had the time to say. His whole body is pins and needles—a fierce heat that floats so high it feels like ice. You sigh into him, the start of a moan, and his composure snaps. Service, he reminds himself, act on it—it feels almost divine when he thinks about all the ways he could pledge his loyalty, ready to bend at your altar every day of his life if it meant you’d sing for him again.

Joel brings a hand to the side of your neck, thumb digging into the pulse point at the corner of your jaw to bring you forward, licking into your mouth in search of more noise. He groans when you relax into his hold, so pretty and willing, and works you until you’re just as fervent, daring to suck his bottom lip between your teeth—going for blood. 

The voice in his head is yours again—open me, eat me, unhinge your jaw and swallow. 

He slots his other hand around the bone of your hip, pulling you nearer to the ledge of the planter, pressing his cock into your inner thigh as it swells to life. You gather his shirt in your hand, a tight fist, shifting yourself against him so you can grind into it instead. No one else exists, no one else could ever exist in this moment, or any moment you attend, for the rest of forever. He wants to fuck you, to see how far the attachment could go, how far he could reach down before he finds a warm, bed-shaped slot for him to rest in. He wants to live inside the body of someone who sees him so clearly. He wants to know every thought in your head before it comes to fruition. 

The wine tastes better coming from off your tongue, and he’s gleaning the flavor from every corner of your mouth like he can achieve a second-hand high. His full weight is rocking into you with enough force now that he has to plant a heel in the ground to keep you both from tumbling. He risks a thumb in your waistband in the flurry, tugging at it in the hope of another invitation. 

Before you have a chance to decide, the loud press of the swing-door at the front of the building opens, and Joel staggers back, remembering where he is and why. 

You look winded to say the least, hair bent from the imprint of his hand, mouth in a perpetual ‘o’, and he’s scared to see the state of his own face, not to mention the visible strain of his cock in his pants. He kicks an ankle out to try to adjust, heaving through an open maw at the thought that you might be affected in that way as well, picturing the slick wet in between your legs—a beautiful sheen from just his mouth on the top half of your body. 

You shimmy off the edge, straightening your shirt and he immediately steps back in for more, draping the full breadth of his hand against your collarbone, curling the tips around the top of your shoulder.

“Joel. I— I need to go inside.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you okay?” 

You lay a hand over his with a squeeze and he retracts it, “Yeah. I just wasn’t expecting… I don’t know if I can do this right now.”

He can feel his breath restricting, heart plummeting down so far it feels like it’s landed in the ball of his foot; the second time this week you’ve pulled away. He thinks back to the face you made at him in the gallery, back before he fucked this up. Maybe you never meant for this to happen at all.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice strained, “I just need a little time. Just some time, I’m sorry.”

“No, no I understand. Don’t be sorry. Will you take my number? Just in case?” He wants to make sure you’re okay after this, if you want that, and selfishly he wants to give you a way to have him, knowing this might be the last time he runs into you. He’s too afraid to leave it up to chance.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” You pass him your phone with shaky fingers. 

“Only if you want to, honey,” He’s disheartened by the whole thing, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he’s careful to double-check, even if it’s a blow to his hope, “You don’t have to.”

“I know. I’m just—the wine, sorry. I think it was bad.” You huff out a strained laugh, “I want it. Your number, I mean. Promise.” You practically shove the thing at him and he takes it this time, entering the contact with as little squinting as possible to save himself from any further humiliation. 

───────

You all but run into the bathroom in the back of the building, needing a moment alone to consider what the fuck it is that’s going on right now—what’s been going on since he walked into your class two weeks ago and overstayed his welcome. 

You stumble in, bracing yourself against the porcelain basin, switching on the faucet to drown out some of the pounding in your head. You’d been lying when you said the wine was catching up to you—very much sober—but now, in this suffocating, gray room, you feel like it must have at least accelerated the churning in your gut. 

You let water gather in your hands, bending to dip your face in the too-cold pool between them. 

Every day has been mostly encouraging if not indifferent but this feels like the start of a bad dream you won’t be able to wake up from, dragging you right back to that dark box you’d been existing in. He came in from nowhere, kicking down your reserve, for what? For a fuck? To enjoy you in passing? Or worse, to stay? You’re unsure which would be harder to receive.

And it’s unfair—for him to show up right at the point of being fully on your own, as soon as you’ve chosen to avoid getting caught up in that part of your life. You’re past the point of surrendering your time—know better than to want to be bogged down by a crush or the preconceived idea of the perfect stranger. 

You don’t know him, and you don’t need to. 

But you want him so bad it hurts; so bad you had to fake a cold to skip class because you couldn't face the idea of seeing him for the last time. You debated skipping the grade for the exhibition too, but you used any excuse to convince yourself he might not show. You weren’t sure who his daughter was, or how enthusiastic she was about the program, so you figured it was a fair shot. You outwardly willed him not to come, at yourself in the mirror and in the shower and out loud the car, all while secretly praying he’d be in attendance, right up to the moment you saw him.

When you stand up, staring at your rigid body in the plastic mirror above the sink, you’re pained at the sight. You look tired, shoulders tense and eyes bleary. Stray beads of the cool water stick to your skin, refusing to dry in the lingering humidity, balling up together to drip into the open lip of your shirt. You can barely feel it falling over your chest before being soaked up by the material. You feel outside yourself.

Someone starts to knock at the door, a quick and invasive interruption to the moment of absolute panic you’d been enjoying. You managed to twist the lock shut on the door at least, so you click your heel against the tile in a wordless someone’s in here, but the knocking persists. 

“Occupied.” You try, wet hands slipping against the edge of the sink. This shit isn’t normal. None of that even comes close to normal. 

Still, the heavy thrum against the hollow metal continues, and you take a deep breath before practically ripping it out from the socket of its frame. When you have it open, Ian’s posed between the V of the slot, face bewildered. 

“Really, truly, I love you, but what the fuck was that?” 

───────

Four days from the start of spring break, you’re out at some stranger’s place off Maple, invited by both Ian and your roommate—making it a little harder to get out of—in a joint, well-intentioned attempt to make you leave the safety of your room. A party will be nice, they’d explained, nothing serious, and a week off’s supposed to be fun, right? 

The house is pretty, but whoever owns it has demanded everyone remain out on the cobblestone patio, uneven flooring making for a jagged line of bodies packed too tight to fit. 

A fire burns in the middle of the yard, billowing out puffs of smoke you know will linger in your clothes for at least two washes. You swipe at some soot that's gathered in the bowl of your jacket sleeve absentmindedly. There’s no music tonight, maybe because there’s real school tomorrow—the elementary school down the street not quite on the same schedule—and you start to think going out on weeknights is quickly becoming more your speed. There's just the soft blanket of everyone murmuring, trying to stay warm in the chill of the wind. 

Ian’s prepping some guy across the fire to meet you; you can tell by the look on his face, like he’s planning something elaborate. You smile at him, at least amused by his effort to help you forget the weekend. He’s right, it is spring break, and Joel is nothing but a consequence of your stress-induced impulsivity. 

Still, despite your efforts, you’re thinking about him again, even if to punish him. You can still feel the line of his cock against your thigh, pressed hot and heavy into your body like an offering. You rub your thighs together, cursing him for giving you enough material to fantasize about for weeks—your punishment in return.

Ian crosses the circle with your new prospect, and you tilt your cup in mock cheers. Behind him he mouths hot and nice, tell me what you think. You nod, and the guy steps forward to block the flame. He’s handsome, airbrushed face and sweet cologne and long, thin fingers, nothing like how someone else’s had felt at the junction of your hips. 

You swallow, hard.

You honestly don’t hear a word that comes out of his mouth from the second it opens, not even to catch his name. Instead, you think about how nice it’d be if you could pay attention, how much easier it would be to fuck someone you thought was nice and safe and not at the forefront of every free moment you’d been afforded in the last two-and-a-half weeks. About what a relief it would be for him to mount and rut into you without consequence—no emotional burden, just boring and lukewarm like the last bite of something you can’t find a place to throw away. It’s always been easier when you didn’t want more. Yet now you want every night, hold out a hand in your dreams and let him into the part of you that has already carved out a hole in his shape. 

This guy couldn’t pull your mind off of Joel even if he was fucking you. 

When he offers to grab you a drink, you agree and then head into the house, like you’re not supposed to, as soon as his back is turned. There’s a few locked doors, and then one at the end of a hallway that opens up into a bathroom. You slip in, not bothering to switch on the light in an attempt to hide out from being found.

Here you are searching for reason in a dirty mirror above another sink, with nothing but the weak glow of a plug-in air freshener to guide you, too soon after the last time. 

You’re angry, suddenly, at how far he’s burrowed himself into your head, with so little to go on. He’s doing nothing but showing you yourself, a tired tactic to get you to fall in love with him while you do all the work. He was just pretending, right? He couldn’t actually want to love you. You groan, when the fuck was love even part of this equation?

You dig your phone out of your purse. The lock screen is bright—bold lettering reminding you it’s nearly midnight—but you click into your contacts anyway, because it’s not like you’re going to call him or anything. His page is still open, the Texas area code populating under Joel - Ellie’s dad—typed out with caps and all like that’s his only meaningful identifier. You scroll to see where he’d punched in ‘just in case‘ in the notes section of his info-card, and that decimates the cliff of restraint you'd barely managed, sinking in on itself under you.  

Your hands are wet with unease, held hostage by the way he’d read your thoughts out loud. You did feel it too, that searing weight of knowing—of being acquainted with him despite only meeting once before. He had to have been honest in at least that confession. You ask yourself for permission—‘was he going through this as well? what exactly was he feeling? would he explain if you asked?’—until it turns into selling yourself justification—‘you could just fuck him, right? that’s all this has to be, right?’.

Yes, you decide. Just another test of will—you can do it. You can pass. 

Your finger hovers over the number, closing the screen and opening it again and again and again until you just bite the bullet and fucking press it, the screen going black as you shove it against the side of your ear, covered again in darkness. 

He picks up within two rings. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi. Joel,” You offer him your name like a secret, “It’s me. Did I wake you up?”

“No, sweetheart. Are you okay?” 

“Can I come see you?”

#joel miller fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fic #joel miller/reader

[caramelcandycookietwt]

Butter Roll Cookie !! :DD It meant to be simple lazy rough sketch buuuttt..I guess I just zoned out-

Bonus !! Some story (whole fricking fic,,) I made for fun!!! :333

Chars:Caramel Candy Cookie (oc),Affogato Cookie,Butter Roll Cookie,Researcher Cookie (idk which one,,Ig you can pick yourself)

Warnings:Probably bad english (not my native language),long ass text

Notes:Yep,Affo is siren in my AU :D

Footsteps sounded in the very depths of the Laboratorium..Caramel Candy Cookie was walking around it,analyzing everything she sees.What she paid most attention to was the life powder.

"M-miss Caramel Candy Cookie!" - Called her out one of the researchers.

"...!" - She turned to them with a crack and creepy smile.

"..." - They gulps.

Caramel Candy tries to appear less creepy,making her smile more friendly. - "Oh,hello! Did something happened~?"

"N-no,miss Caramel Candy Co-" - The researcher was about to finish their sentence but Candy stopped them.

"Just Caramel Candy,please.Soo..how's research going?" - It was barely noticeable,but Caramel was kind of..pissed off someone add 'Cookie' to her name.

"Great! W-we're already on the 664 step-"

"Puurfect~!" - She suddenly leaned closer to them,grinning teethy again. - "You know,father doesn't like when someone makes him wait for TOOO long~.Finish the research as fast as you can or there will be some..consequences.It's a little warning from me and father,got me~?"

The researcher quickly nodded,sweating heavily.

"Good cookie~" - Candy simply pulled away and patted their head cutely.

"Hmm? Is there someone hereee?" - The voice made Candy's ears perk up as she turned around.

"Ah! I see! You're Caramel Candy,aren't you? Licorice told me much about you!" - He looked curiously at her,but then stopped when he noticed that she stares at him. - "What's wrong,my friend..?"

". . ." - She just continues to stare,seeming to have flashbacks or something.

"Hmm.." - Butter Roll shifts his gaze to the researcher. - "Hey,you! Join the others! Teamwork is the key to success,remember?"

"Y-yes,Director Butter Roll Cookie!" - The researcher cookie left,well..they still didn't want to stay in the same room with this girl.

In that time,Affogato Cookie was wardening around the lab as well,both because of his own curiosity and the fact that it was so amusing to watch those researchers' faces when they fail again.Soon enough,he found them both and immediately payed attention to Caramel Candy and her face..

"Cara..? What that delusional girl doing here,in the place that should reminder her of her past life?? Ugh..Alright,wait here sweetie,your "hot siren twink older brother" (p.s. sorry,It was my life goal to write this,,) is coming to save you.." - He thought as he shaked his head.

"..Hmmm..." - Butter Roll snapped his fingers right in front of Candy's face to 'wake her up',yet there were no use. - "I-" - He notices Affogato. - "Oh,another CoD..! Hmmm..let me guess,you're-"

"Affogato Cookie.Yes." - He simply answered as he come closer to Candy.

"Sooo..do you know what's wrong with her?" - Roll asked with more curiosity in his tone than worry.

"Ah,don't worry,she just..zoned out." - He looked at Candy,making a worried face for a moment. - "..I guess I just take her and leave." - Affo started to drag Candy comedically towards the exit.

"Hmm,so fast already? Prehaps,you could help with the res-"

"No.I prefer not to participate in something so..dirty." - Then,he simply left.

"..Haha! Alright then,I understand! Researching things is not for everyone after all.." - Butter Roll Cookie said,as he came back to the research.

After awhile,when Affogato with Caramel Candy exited Laboratorium,Candy finally 'woke up' and pulled away from Affo.And..accidentally fell on the ground.

"..?" - He turned around in slight surprise when he felt her move.But,when she fell,he couldn't help himself but chuckle slighty..

"Ugh.." - She scratched her head softly,stood up and cleaned her 'dress-coat'. - "Soooo..I did zone out again?"

"..In short..yes."

She blinked twice,slightly embarrassed. - "..Oh." - She then quickly changed her mood back to cocky one. - "You know what..whatever.I'm sure it isn't change any impressions about me~! Hehe.." - Yet,she seems to be still slightly nervous due to her past memories and Butter Roll himself..

"..." - Affogato immediately noticed this,but decided not to tell her about it because he knows there no use to make this stubborn girl open up. - "..Alrighty,if you're already awake..I guess we can simply teleport into our room now.There's no need to waste energy after all.."

"Hmm..you're right..can I get some sweets of yours after~?!" - She started to act more childish as she leaned closer to him with sparkly eyes.

"Haha..yes.Yes you are." - He smirked at her childish behavior,even knowing that most of it all is fake..

P.s. Affogato Cookie the Sillie's protector /hj

#crk #crk oc #doodle #oc #art #cookie run #silly #cookie run kingdom #cr kingdom #butter roll cookie #affogato cookie #crk affogato #fanart #crk fanart #crk fanfic

[book-place]

A Brothers Job

Warnings: mentions of John and hunting, violence/ fighting, slight cursing, mentions of blood,let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader

*not my gif*

Summary: Your brothers are always there to protect you, no matter what, no questions asked

A/N: This may or may not have been inspired from a scene in Avatar 2 that I thought of while watching it

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Another day, another school.

That’s what you had been forced to get used to with your father being a hunter and your elder brothers following right behind him in his footsteps.

For every school you’d been to, you had made new friends, found new things that you loved to do, only to be forced to pack up and move once again as soon as the hunt was over with no consideration whatsoever for what you wanted or needed.

You shuffled through the hallway, head hung low and books clutched tightly to your chest as you tried to make your way to your next class without running into any of the students that had taken it upon themselves to make your time there a living hell. There were always bullies at your past schools, but for some reason, the ones here were ten times worse.

Of course, you never told either of your brothers because you knew they would throw a fit and then get into trouble with your father when they found out. And that would not be pretty for any of you.

All of a sudden, something hard pushed into your shoulder, causing your eyes to go wide and your arms spread out to the sides as you stumbled back, books flying every which way.

Derek, a guy from Dean's grade who had seemed particularly fond of picking on you, sneered down at you and reached out an arm to push against your shoulder, slamming your backwards into a locker, “Watch where you’re going, freak!” He jeered.

Behind him, a group of his friends laughed loudly, pointing at you as quickly reddening in the face from embarrassment as other students stopped in the halls to see what was happening.

You didn’t respond to his comment as you winced slightly from the impact of your back against the rusted metal and quickly bent down to try and pick up your materials. You wanted nothing more than to get out of there and get to class as fast as you could without any more confrontation.

“Hey,” Derek curled his lip in disgust as he peered down his nose at you, reeling his foot back before sending it straight to your ribs, “I was talking to you.”

A small yelp left your lips as his shoe connected and you fell to the side with a groan, rolling slightly as you held onto your surely bruised body.

“What the-“ Sam froze in his steps as he took in the sight before him- his little sister on the ground with a kid much older than both of them standing over her.

Without hesitation, he quickly rushed over and gently helped you up, “Are you okay?” He asked softly, eyes scanning up and down your face, and you bit down on your bottom lip, nodding slightly despite the pain.

“Move, jackass,” Derek hissed, “Unless you want to get the beating of your life, too.”

Sam tensed and his face hardened and jaw set in a way that you had never seen before, in a way that reminded you so much of Dean when he was angry.

With a dangerous glare on his face, your brother pivoted on his heel and stared Derek down, standing his ground as he shifted his body so that it was in front of you completely.

All around, people began to whisper and point, making Derek look around nervously as he realized they were wondering why he wasn’t going to fight back against this kid that was clearly so much smaller than he was. Was he scared?

He scoffed, trying to gain back whatever sad piece of pride he had just lost for hesitating, “That’s it, punk,” He hissed, balling his hand into a fist and sending it flying at Sam’s face before either of you had time to react.

You gasped, hands flying up to cover your mouth as you watched in horror, too shocked to even move as your brother was sent into the same locker you had just been pushed into moments before.

“Hey!” Dean had barely even registered what he was seeing when he was just trying to get to his next class. His gaze only set on his little siblings in pain, before red flared through his vision and he charged through the crowd, swinging his fist into Derek’s face before he knew what hit him. Hard.

A sickening crunch that you knew all too well to be the sound of a nose, a possibly a bit of jaw, breaking in the most painful way imaginable.

Sam had regained his footing and went to stand next to you, draping a comforting arm around your shoulders as you watched, still frozen, as your eldest brother hit the boy in front of him with more force than you had ever seen him use.

Curses were flying out of your brother's lips when he was finally forcefully pulled away by a teacher who had been nearby when the commotion had broken out.

Derek lay, moaning and rolling on the ground with blood coming out of his nose and too many visible bruises to count. You cringed as you thought about the wounds that couldn’t even be seen.

“You three,” The principal snapped, pushing his way through the crowd of shocked students with his chest panting up and down as if he had just run a marathon, “My office, now.”

With that, he turned on his heel and marched away, clearly expecting you all to follow.

Dean scowled at the teacher who was still holding onto him and harshly shrugged off his hands before he made his way over to you, kicking Derek’s legs out of the way.

“Are you two okay?” He asked, and though his voice was gruff, his eyes were soft in a way that only you and Sam could decipher.

Both of you nodded your head, shoulders sagging tiredly.

“Now, will one of you explain to me why the hell I just hit that kid for whatever he was doing?” His voice was dropped so that no one around you, even the ones trying to lean closer, could hear what was being said.

“He hit Y/n,” Sam explained, “I don’t know why either, but I tried to help too.”

Those were your brothers. Always willing to step in whenever it involved you without question, never caring who they got on the wrong side of.

Dean was silent for a moment before nodding and training his eyes on you, “How hard did he hit you?” He asked lowly, dangerously.

“Hard enough.” You whispered, wincing slightly as you tried to feel your ribs.

Just as the eldest Winchester sibling looked like he was about to turn around and unleash his protective rage once more, you grabbed his arm and made him look at you, “Don’t,” You stressed, “It’s not worth it.”

He hesitated, clearly torn between doing what you asked and ripping that kid's lungs out. But, he eventually sided with you and allowed his muscles to relax under your grip.

“Come on,” He mumbled, letting you both go in front of him so that you could go down to the office.

On the way past, Sam made sure to give Derek a swift kick in the ribs for good measure before continuing to walk, ignoring the glare he received from the school nurse who was just crouching down in front of the sprawled out boy.

“Thank you, guys,” You whispered genuinely.

“No need to thank us,” Dean said, reaching over and squeezing your shoulder once with a small smile, “We’re your older brothers, it’s our job.”

Idjits 👟- @ineedmorefanfics2 @roseblue373

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader platonic #dean winchester x sister reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader platonic #sam winchester x sister reader #supernatural x reader #spn x sister reader #spn #spn x reader #winchester brothers x sister reader

[suzukiblu]

I wanted to write something self-indulgent and decided to use that power to also make @miri-tiazan happy by adding to the wet nurse omegaverse. ❤️

"A wet nurse, Father, really?" Damian asks, looking unimpressed. The League of Assassins isn't much for hired wet nurses, Bruce knows–not even loyal servants, but especially not unknown outsiders. If a pup isn't getting nursed by a worthy packmate, then that pup isn't particularly valued or expected to grow up to be of much use to either Ra's or the League. Or grow up at all, in most cases.

And Damian has been dubious about Lor since the day he showed up, unsurprisingly, but also seems to have lumped him in under the same reaction he'd probably have had to Jon having gotten a new pet, so it could be worse, really. Damian typically likes pets, for one thing, so the idea of Lor being nursed by a servant has been less than ideal to him. Bruce will take that over Damian hating the pup any day.

"We did talk about it at breakfast," he reminds him. Damian looks no less unimpressed.

"Yes, and I assumed you would come to your senses and summon Todd back to the manor," he retorts disdainfully. "Not employ the first poorly-dressed stray you picked up off the street simply for lack of the last one you did."

"He's dressed fine, Damian," Tim says, scowling at him.

"Just don't diss the jacket, brat," Carl says with an easy shrug, otherwise ignoring Damian and just peering at Jon curiously. Bruce doesn't comment on the obvious transgression of an unrelated omega insulting one of his pups, given that said pup started it and also he doesn't expect Carl to have traditional pack manners at this point anyway. "Did you want some?"

"Huh?" Jon says, blinking at him.

"Like a snack or whatever," Carl clarifies, adjusting his grip on Lor. "Kiddo's drunk me pretty dry, but I think he's about done for now, so like, if you want any . . ."

Right, Bruce thinks, just barely raising an eyebrow as Travers looks speechlessly mortified. Well, further total lack of pack manners in Carl proven. He didn't even ask Clark before offering that.

"Oh," Jon says, looking a little flustered and not looking at Clark. "Um–but you're here for Chris."

"Yeah, so?" Carl says with a shrug. "I get milked up real quick, I'll have plenty more for him later. Not like I've got anyone else to feed right now anyway, they cleared my whole client list for this."

Bruce narrows his eyes. A client list? How much milk is Carl producing, to have a full list of clients? There's no way an omega his age who isn't on lactation stimulants should have enough milk for multiple clients.

Unless he very, very recently lost a full litter, anyway. That's the only reason Bruce can think of that he'd have that much milk.

Hell. And the agency just sent him out this soon?

Well, it would explain Carl claiming to be disinterested in pups and preferring to pump over doing direct nursing, but also explain the immediate triggering of a feral bond like that when actually directly faced with a distressed pup in need of something he had to offer. And Jon is Lor's brother now, so it's not a surprise that Carl would offer him his milk too. He's got to be sensing some of Lor's developing pack bonds, even a step removed from them; he's probably getting some attachment spillover.

Good sign for how Lor's new bonds are settling in, at least, Bruce supposes.

"Um . . ." Jon says, and keeps not looking at Clark. Bruce carefully doesn't think about exactly how long it's been since the kid had to go cold-turkey weaning on omega milk, mostly because of the circumstances around said weaning.

And Clark . . .

Clark's jaw tightens, just briefly, and then he smiles.

"It's alright if you'd like to, Jon," he says reassuringly, and Jon is a perceptive enough kid to look uncertain about the validity of that statement, but also clearly does want to at least try Carl's milk. Which, well, he did mention Carl smelling good to him. That's probably a good sign too, really, since Jon's got Kryptonian blood himself. Bodes well for Lor's tolerance for Carl's milk if the only other available Kryptonian pup likes the scent of it, hopefully.

But also, Bruce does know the last time Jon nursed it was from Clark, and it didn't end well.

#superfamily #miri-tiazan #omegaverse #rinfic #wip: the wet nurse omegaverse

[maidenofartemis]

Favorite Uncle

This is my first time writing for Arthur and the Peaky Blinders, so please forgive the bad writing. He seems like he would be such a sweet and great uncle, so I really hope this turns out okay. 

Rating: Fluff and platonic relationships

Many when thinking of Arthur Shelby thought all kinds of things about the man: 

A beast 

A devil  

A madman

There were whispers that followed the man wherever he walked, yet no one could ever conceive the thought that the man himself was quite the teddy bear, except perhaps his lovely niece (Y/N). 

She was a small little thing at the young age of 4 (almost 5 as she liked to remind everyone), she didn’t see her uncle as the rest of the world did. As a baby apart from her father Tommy, to everyone’s surprise, she calmed down the quickest when in her uncle’s arms. 

Awkwardly but lovingly all the same, he would rock her in his arms and hum in that raspy voice of his a lullaby or two. Never failing to help her fall asleep or bring a smile to her chubby face. 

Even after the war and the men had returned home, (Y/N) now a small human that could walk and talk seemed to follow Arthur like a duckling. Sitting on his lap, holding his hand while walking down the street, and playing with her stuffed bears.  

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Like many mornings, the Shelby was gathered around the dining table with a cup of tea before setting off for the day. Young Finn was happily tucked into his breakfast, while (Y/N) was nowhere to be found. 

“Oi, Finn. Didn’t you say that (Y/N) woke up?” John asked, glancing toward the doorway.  

“Yeah, she was up before me!” Finn protested. “She probably can’t pick ‘er dress or somethin.” 

“Right, well I’ll go check on the little lass and see what’s takin’ her so long” Arthur said while getting up from his seat.  

Before he could take one step out the door and go up the stairs, (Y/N) walked into the room with her father Tommy not far behind her. 

“By order of the peaky blinders!” she said in as gruff a voice as she could. 

She was dressed in some of Finn’s old clothes, a coat that far too big that it seemed to drag on the floor, a peaky hat that fell into her eyes, and had made a poorly drawn mustache on her upper lip. 

“I sounded exactly like you, right Uncle Arthur?” she asked excitedly. 

Arthur and the rest of the family chuckled,  he knelt in front of his niece “Exactly like me, sweetheart. But what’s all this then?”  

“I wanted to dress like you!” 

“Oh, and why’s that?” 

As if wanting to tell him the biggest secret in the world, (Y/N) asked him to lean closer. 

“I want to be just like my favorite uncle” she whispered quite loudly. 

John almost went to protest, but Tommy was quick to shush his younger brother with a subtle shake of his head. But neither Arthur or (Y/N) paid them any mind, because they both knew who was her favorite. 

#peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders x child reader #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby x child reader #fluff #platonic fic

[knickynoo]

I don't know if you've done this before: headcanons on Marty Junior and Marlene?

I'm almost positive I have done some sort of Junior and Marlene headcanon post, but I can't find it, so here are some off the top of my head. Gonna go with the versions of them that I imagine for the timeline that's fixed—where the Rolls Royce accident never happened—and Marty and Jennifer aren't miserable, lol. I think both Junior and Marlene would be more well adjusted in that one (especially Junior!)

• The difference in their personalities is evident to Marty and Jen pretty much from the start, with Marlene being the louder, more demanding of the twins and Junior being a much "easier" baby.

• They're extremely close, and Marlene naturally takes on the role of Junior's protector. Often, Marty and Jen have to remind Marlene to take a step back because she's being a little too much of a mother-hen to her brother, and they want Junior to learn to stand on his own two feet.

• Fixed-timeline Junior is quite different from the version of him in the 2015 we see in the movie. He's been raised in a more stable environment with a father who hasn't been defeated by life, so he's not the wimpy, scared little greasy guy who's easily pushed around. He's more sure of himself, not so easily frazzled, and is every bit as big-hearted as his father.

• Junior is not neurotypical. (How can he be? Look at Marty and George) I don't have a specific diagnosis in mind, but I know a draft of part II made reference to him being in a remedial school (and failing) so there's likely some learning disorder at play. In one of my Doctober chapters that include two-year-old versions of the twins, Clara's excited to learn that Junior has picked up a few new words—meanwhile, Marlene is using full sentences—so I do headcanon him as having been delayed in some areas.

[Side note: in that same scene, Doc tells Marty not to worry about Junior's progress, since Jules didn't start speaking until three-and-a-half, lol]

• Marty loves, loves, loves Marlene so much, but sometimes he thinks that she will be the death of him. Especially when she's young and full of sass and always getting into everything and he's struggling to keep up with her. He and Jen 100% lose Marlene in the mall on more than one occasion, and when they find her, she's just like, *shrug.*

• The twins have a special bond with Doc and Clara. Clara dotes on them but is especially close with Junior while Doc is closer to Marlene. When the kids are little and Marty and Jen feel like they're about to collapse from exhaustion, they dump Junior and Marlene at the Brown home and know they'll be well taken care of.

• As Marlene gets older, she's really into fashion, so she's close with her Aunt Linda. I can see Marlene being popular, but she's the type of popular girl who's liked by everyone. She has attitude, but she's not mean.

• Junior is just...Junior. He loves life and is out there doing his thing. He's the type who has a new hobby or interest every week, and Marty and Jen just have to roll with it. He walks in from school one day and goes, "I'm going to be a famous dancer, I decided" and then a week later says, "I want to learn to build a car" and they're just like, "Oh. Okay."

• I think they'd both try to learn an instrument at some point (likely guitar taught by Marty) but I can't decide if either of them would stick with it long term. Somehow, I don't see them being musicians.

• There's a part of me that wants to say an older Marlene eventually learns about time travel and all the wild stuff Marty went through. Idk how it would happen, though. Maybe she overhears something whispered between her parents in private or maybe she's just very perceptive and notices her father being weird about certain events in his life, so she corners him and is like, "Okay, Dad, spill the beans." Perhaps she's also put together some clues in all her time spent with Doc.

Thats about all I've got for now. Thanks for the ask!

#back to the future #bttf #asks #marlene mcfly #marty mcfly jr

[kidstemplatte]

terzo as a dad headcanons

pairing: terzo x fem! reader

this is something i wrote on a whim because i think terzo would be the cutest most incredible father ever. maybe one day i’ll write a short one shot about dad terzo. i hope you enjoy!

when terzo finds out you’re pregnant, he is THRILLED.

he secretly loves babies.

of course being a new parent is emotional for anyone, but for him especially , it means a lot. he’s been in so many relationships, however, none of them have been prolonged or particularly substantial , and the fact that he is now in a stable enough relationship to have a whole child with someone is so important to him. he’s so grateful for you.

he’s such a girl dad idk why

he leaves the nursery designing up to you because it’s more your forte but he will do anything to make sure your vision comes to life. you will not lift a finger.

takes such good care of you during your pregnancy (as any partner should)

endless massages and late night store runs to get whatever you’re craving

reads a lot of parenting books because he’s nervous and wants to be the best dad possible

cries when he holds your baby for the first time

uses a ton of cute italian nicknames for her but “la mia stellina” is his favorite. (“my little star”) (isn’t that adorable?)

another favorite is piccolo pipistrello (“little bat”)

this girl is spoiled ROTTEN let me tell you. practically everything she touches at the store is going into the shopping cart. anything for his little princess.

he takes the tea parties she throws very seriously. adds them to his calendar. will cancel meetings because he has “important business to attend to.”

will either sing or read her to sleep. he’s so good at reading stories because he gets very invested in the characters and does funny voices. despite this, she’ll always end up falling asleep because of his soothing voice.

lets his brothers babysit, but if they’re busy…

the ghouls may be feral and uncontrollable but they are loyal to a T. no funny business when your baby’s around. and for this reason they often babysit while you and terzo have date nights. only after terzo announces, “no vaping, for satan’s sake!” directed at a certain smiley ghoul.

she LOVES the ghouls.

swiss’s smile makes her burst into fits of adorable laughter. if she’s ever crying, the one thing they can count on to calm her down is swiss’s goofy smile.

she loves when mountain picks her up and spins her around.

you do NOT want to make terzo an unhappy father.

if your daughter ever came home crying about a teacher or classmate, oh boy.

he’d hold her, tell her it’s okay, that he will fix everything for her, his stellina.

but the sweetness disappears after he puts her to bed that night and walks into your bedroom.

“i’m going to kill that child.”

“TERZO! you can’t kill a child.”

“yes i can.”

if it’s a teacher who’s causing trouble though, you might let him.

late at night you notice terzo’s not in bed and you hear some rumbling in the cabinets.

you find an open spell book on the kitchen counter.

“terzo, are you HEXING our daughter’s teacher?”

“why yes, amore mio.”

“that’s horrible! now, let me help you.”

now, let’s talk about teenage years. when things get a little more complicated.

SUPER protective. the second she starts talking about boys is the second he has to step in. doesn’t even have to be a crush.

“today in class we were talking about alexander-“

“alexander? who is alexander?”

“the great-“

“great? what is so great about this boy, hm?”

“DAD, we were in HISTORY class talking about ALEXANDER THE GREAT.”

“oh.” he’s embarrassed. everyone gets a good laugh.

once your daughter is old enough to develop an attitude, he hates it. but he’s really good at leaving the room and diffusing before he loses his temper. he never wants to scare anyone.

“ay, what happened to la mia dolce bambina?” he’d say to you defeatedly after rubbing his face with his hand.

you have to remind him that as people grow up it’s only natural for them to form their own opinions and start rebelling a little bit. she may be his sweet little girl but she’s also a young woman.

but any disrespect towards YOU, and that’s when he really gets fired up.

when he gets super upset he will say things in italian he couldn’t say in english.

“satanas , cosa ho fatto per meritarmi questo?”

he just shouldn’t be surprised when he finds out his stellina’s been studying up on italian.

“not even satan can save you from wrath like mine, dad. that’s one thing i got from you.”

#ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus x reader #terzo #terzo x reader #the band ghost #papa emeritus #papa emeritus iii x reader #ghost #papa terzo

[abbyromanoff]

You’re back….Chapter 2

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader

Series here:

Word count: 2938

Summary: when Wanda, the love of your life, blipped away, you found comfort in your friend. She reminded you of your past lover and you fell for one another. What happens when Wanda returns?

Warnings: angst, grief, kinda dark themes, death, trauma, depression, just sad shit

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Stepping into the shower you basked in the hot water, the temperature cooling you in a sense. The shampoo droplets made its way into your hands as you started to wash yourself, thinking of one thing only, getting those stones. You heard the door to the bathroom open and saw a figure through the glass, one you recognized as Nat’s.

“Hey baby, mind if I join you?” Instead of answering, you opened the glass door to let her in. She wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her head on your shoulder, giving you a small smile that you returned.

“You excited about today?” The woman asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence. You hummed in response and interlocked your hands with her own, playing with the fingertips.

“Yeah, I just really want to get them all back, you know?” She knew what you meant by everyone, but she didn’t say anything. Of course, you loved your friends and have missed them dearly. But, most of all, you wanted Wanda back. You knew you couldn’t date her again. No matter how much you loved her, Nat didn’t deserve that. You just wanted to know she was alive, that she was living her life happily.

Nat worried that if you got Wanda back, you’ll leave her. She couldn’t blame you though, Wanda was your first true love. She was just hoping she’d be the last.

“So, you’ll get your sister back then? Do you think I’ll ever get to meet her?” She smiled at the thought, Yelena was so important to her. She told you all about the blonde all the time, you knew she felt guilty about leaving her.

“Y-yeah, we’ll get her back and you can meet her. She’ll love you, I promise. She always teased me about when I’d get a girlfriend, but now I do.” You couldn’t deny how great that sounded, being her girlfriend and meeting her family. It was a dream she often had, one she often mentioned. You always wanted something like that, but with another redhead. You remember all the times she’d mention her family that she wanted you to so desperately meet. When she lost her parents, she was so young, the story broke you. And then, she lost her brother. Her twin. Her ride or die. And now she would have to lose you too.

You both got dressed and headed downstairs to the almost empty compound, it was so dull here now. You and Nat are the only ones who live here still, the rest left like they always did. Overtime, people started piling in, a smile joined Nat’s face as most of her loved ones were together again.

“What’s vomir?” Asked your girlfriend with her cute little notepad. She was wearing the shirt you always stole from her, the one you found so comfortable. Nebula explained everything, going into detail about how her father killed her sister there. Nat put her arm on your thigh, a sign that she was there for you.

You worried for the woman’s sake, the moment she mentioned she would be the one going to the planet along with Clint, you had a gut feeling that something was wrong.

“Nat, you can’t go.” She sighed, clearly frustrated. This has been going on for almost an hour, the two of you arguing back and forth like a married couple.

“Why? Why can’t I go? This isn’t your decision, if something happens to me then it is what it is. You don’t get to pick for me!” She yelled in your face this time, standing up and towering over you with her larger frame.

“Because I can’t lose you Nat! Something is going to happen on that stupid fucking planet, I know it. And I’m not ready to lose you, I can’t lose you, because I love you.” Saying it out loud felt right. It felt like you were holding in your breath and finally let it out. She sat down on the bed next to you, approaching you with a calmer state now. She muttered out a small ‘come here’ and you did, grasping onto her for dear life.

“You’re not going to lose me, Y/N. Even if something does happen, I’ll still always be with you. I’ll always be in your heart, because I love you.” You cried into her strong chest, the thought of losing her as well was too much.

You didn’t understand this. One moment you want Wanda but the next you want Nat, you love them both. They both hold a special place in your heart, they were the glue to your rip. You knew you couldn’t have them both, they despised one another. But you so badly wanted it.

“Do you really love me, Y/N? More than Wanda?” You couldn’t answer her. You didn’t know if you loved her, but you knew you didn’t love her more than the witch, you’d never love someone more than her.

“I do love you Nat, I do.” You chose not to answer the second part, you didn’t want to disappoint her. She knew your answer, she knew you’d never love anyone the way you loved Wanda. But she refused to let you go. You’d love her eventually, she hoped. She never felt this way before. All her life she was taught that love was for children, but you were different. You were like the sun on a cold day. A flower in a bouquet. The main character in her story, her favorite story. Hearing the words leave your mouth caused a smile to blossom on her face, you loved her. You were in love with her.

“I promise you, if I don’t make it back, I’ll make sure someone finds a way to save me. No matter how long it takes or what you’d have to do, I’ll come back to you, always.” “And if you don’t? You’ve done so much for me Nat. You were the only one there, I can’t lose you too. I won’t lose you.” She shushed you and lightly rocked your quivering body, leaving a small peck to your forehead. Nat wondered if that’s the only reason you wanted her to stay, because she took care of you. She knew you probably loved her, but your love would never come close to hers.

You both jumped when hearing a loud knock at the door, Steve on the other side.

“You guys ready to go? We’re all downstairs waiting.” The two of you stood up, sparing another loving glance before walking out. Everyone was suited up, the gear must have been made with the finest material.

“See you in a minute.” Were the last words you heard from your lover before she disappeared with Clint. Everyone went to different points in time, collecting each stone they could grab.

Nat was fighting with Clint, not that you knew though. You couldn’t keep your mind from wandering to her, wondering if she was okay. Clint jumped over and Nat held his hand tightly, slowly starting to lose grip.

“Let me go Nat, let me go!” He yelled out, barely hanging on any further. Nat was using Clint’s line to hang on, he almost dropped it over the edge earlier.

“Nat, please. I need to do this, for my family.” Nat screamed out his name as he kicked off the edge, falling over the cliff as she cried in agony. She suddenly awoke in water, looking around for her best friend only to realize, it wasn’t a nightmare. He was gone. Because of her. Opening her hand, she noticed a yellow rock in her hands. It was glowing in the darkness, a tear drop falling onto it.

When she got back, you were all waiting there. Nat dropped to her knees and could’ve screamed out, but she didn’t. No noise left her shaking body. You ran up to her immediately, placing your hands on her as a sort of comfort. She fell into your body, water escaping her eyes like rain.

“I tried, I tried so hard.” You nodded, tears now threatening to escape you when hearing her tone. It wasn’t like all the times you fought. It was pure pain. Hurt. Sorrow. She lost her best friend, the one who saved her. He kept her alive two times now, and she blamed herself.

“I know you did, you always do, sweetheart.” You wanted to tell her it would be okay, but you knew that would be a lie. It would never be the same without him. She turned to look at Tony, her pained face making him frown lightly.

“You need to do something. Anything! Bring him back, do it! Your science stuff, you-you can use his hair or something, you can bring him back.” The scientists looked down, they knew that wasn’t possible. Even if they did, it would take too long. They didn’t have that time to waste. They had to save the world.

“I’m sorry.” Was all they said. All they could say.

You held Nat there for what felt like hours, you didn’t care how long it took. The pain in your knees didn’t matter. The deafening silence filled the humid room, but you didn’t care. All the times Nat held you and now you were finally returning the favor.

“Do you want to lay in our bed? Maybe sleep for a bit?” Your words were the only thing that could be heard, the rest was quiet. She didn’t move, didn’t answer, she just sat there. You sighed and lifted her head up slightly, her eyes were bloodshot red as were her cheeks. You kissed each cheek with love, wiping the tears away before you placed a peck to her lips.

“Can I bring you into bed? Or anywhere? You can finally rest and I can go make you your favorite, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut into triangles.” She could’ve smiled at your words, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Instead, she nodded and let you walk her to your shared room. Nothing would ever be the same, she knew that, you knew that. She lost everyone she ever had. Her best friend, her teammates, her sister, and now possibly you. If you got Wanda back, she didn’t know if you’d stay with her. When you layed the woman down into bed, placing her favorite blankets on top of her before starting to leave. She gripped your hand, a silent beg for you to stay.

“Nat? I just want to make you some food, you must be starving.” “I just want you.” Were the first words that left her mouth in over an hour. You followed her request and laid down behind her, wrapping your arms around delicately around her waist. You thought back to all the times you were in this position, but with Nat holding you. She was always the one taking care of you, yet you barely ever got to return the favor.

A few hours later, Nat was in a deep slumber. Her cheeks were still stained, but she looked beautiful either way. A knock erupted on your door for the second time today, this time it was Tony. He walked in when hearing a small come in.

“Hey, how’s she holding up?” “Not well.” He nodded in understanding and sat down silently.

“I know it’s probably not a great time to tell her, but we need to get ready. We have everything we need and can bring everyone back with the Nano Gauntlet, Bruce said he’ll do it.” You sighed but agreed. This was your chance to get everyone back, you needed to do it. Tony walked out of the room a few minutes later and you let Nat rest for a little longer before shaking her a bit, being careful not to startle her. Her eyes slowly opened and stared into your own, a small smile marking her face before it soon disappeared.

“Nat, I understand if you’re not up for it, I do. But we can get everyone back now. Bruce is going to use the Nano Gauntlet to bring them all home. If you can’t do it, that’s okay, we all understand.” Nat knew she had to, she wanted revenge on Thanos. She wanted that bastard to die. She stood up and put on a jacket before heading out of the door, you hot on your trails following her. The others turned when hearing her voice, sending an apologetic look before starting.

The moment Bruce finished, Nat pulled you to the side. You tried seeing how the man was but you didn’t get to send him another glance as she dragged you outside of the room.

“Nat, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” She sighed and played with her fingertips, the nervous habit of hers that you picked up on over the years.

“I was going to wait till after the fight, but I can’t. Seeing what happened to Clint, I just can’t let that happen to you too. I need to let you know how I feel before it’s too late. I bought this ring a little while back because, I wanted to ask you to marry me.” You were shocked to say the least. Sure, you two have been together for a long time now, but you never really expected her to ask. You thought she would be the type to not want marriage, she didn’t talk about it often.

“Oh. I-I don’t know what to say. I mean, do you really think it’s the best time to get engaged?” She nodded at what you said, trying to make it look like she understood.

“It’s okay if you’re not ready, I just wanted to ask. We can just, pretend this never happened.” You stopped her before she could walk out, grasping her bicep in your hand.

“What if I don’t want to? What if I do want to marry you?” You received a surprised yet happy smile in return. She worried that you just felt bad and agreed, but seeing your expression made that fear go away.

“You really want that? You really want to marry me?” You nodded and she hugged you tightly, not letting you go until she remembered the ring.

“Right, the ring. I hope you like it.” There sat one of the most beautiful pieces of jewlery you’ve ever seen, it made you tear up.

“Clint helped me pick it out a few months ago,” The name caused a sting in her heart. “He said you’d love it. I hope you do.” She took your finger and slipped it on, watching as you admired the ring.

“I love it, Nat. It’s so beautiful, thank you.” “Good, I was worried you wouldn’t like it. When we win this war, because we will, I’ll propose properly.” You surprised the woman with a large hug, kissing her harshly.

“Well then, fiance, shall we go win a battle?” You laughed at her words and nodded, giving her one last kiss before bringing her out of the room. You felt genuinely happy for once, the woman you learned to love would officially be yours forever. But that nagging want of it being Wanda, filled your mind. But it would never be Wanda, not anymore. Maybe a few years ago it could’ve been, although, she’s not yours anymore. Nat is now, and you loved her. You think.

“On your left” Sam said into his earpiece, Cap turned only to see multiple portals open, all of his teammates were there. They fought, hard. Everyone fought until they won, even if it took their life. They fought until he was dead, until Thanos was finally gone. Nat never felt more relived, the person who caused her friend’s death was finally gone. For good. She didn’t have to worry any longer. Until she saw it, saw her. Wanda was standing there looking around curiously, most likely trying to find you amongst the crowd. When her eyes landed on your own, she ran. You felt arms wrap around you as the woman hugged you tightly.

“W-Wanda?” She leaned back to finally give you a good look, you were different. Your hair was longer, your body was more buff, but you were still her Y/N. Or so she thought. She moved the locks out of your face and was about to kiss you, but you moved away. Her lips collided with your cheek as she opened her eyes, looking at you confusedly. ‘

“Wanda, I’m sorry.” “What do you mean, my love? Why are you sorry?” She saw Nat appear out of the corner of her eye. The slightly older woman put her arm on your backside and looked down at you, you looked away. Nat was sending an apoligetic look to the curious woman, but she realized what was going on, you had moved on. You were no longer her girlfriend, now you were Nat’s.

“Y/N, tell me it isn’t true. Please tell me you’re still mine?” She looked desperate, the thought of losing you because she couldn’t be there was too much for her to handle.

“I’m sorry Wanda. But, Nat is my fiance, we just got engaged.” She looked at Nat with an unreadable expression, your fiance stood her ground. You felt horrible, you knew how it was to lose someone so important to you. But in her case, she had to watch as you loved another that wasn’t her. When she didn’t even do anything wrong. It wasn’t her fault, yet she was suffering for it. She was now, the second choice.

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[alexanderlightweight]

So I know its probably entirely not where you are taking it but my mind can't stop think about Mama-Lilith as matchmaker. Lilith responding to Alec coming out, 'then of course mama will just have to find you the best man'. Eventually deciding on Magnus who will admittedly will bring terrible in-laws, but is powerful, handsome, some experience and is Extremely Committed once in a relationship. So first meeting, Alec thinks blind date, Magnus thinks meet-cute, everyone else... a nightmare! ^-^

you're good! the plan has actually always been that Lilith accidentally gives Alec to Magnus and by the time she realizes it, it's a little too late to do anything and she's stuck with a son-in-law she didn't want. however he's still better than most options so thats okay.

it goes something like this and i hope you enjoy <3

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“Valentine isn’t going to hide away for the rest of his life.” Lilith says with a sigh as she reaches out and presses her fingers to Alec’s jaw. “My sweet son, can I not convince you to come to Edom?” She asks, wishing more than anything that she could simply steal Alec away and bring him back to Edom where he could live with her and Jonathon in safety and comfort.

“Mama,” Alec murmurs and he leans into her touch and his eyes soften from the coldness normally in them. “We can’t be sure I’d survive yet, and it would crush you, if I died.”

Lilith hisses at the reminder and pulls him close, wishing she could just pick him up and hide him away in her power until the danger passed. However, there are prices to pay, and Lilith has not yet found a safe way to bring her sons back and forth from Edom, or Alec would already be with her.

“If things get too dangerous, if Valentine or the clave has even the slightest suspicion of our connection, you must run.” Lilith reminds him and she wishes she’d planned for this better, but mortal years pass so quickly that Lilith didn’t even realize Valentine could still pose a danger to her children.

“Where?” Alec asks her, trusting and so sweet and always willing to listen to her. It breaks her heart that she has to entrust him to another, but protecting him herself will only lead to unwanted eyes and attention on her son.

“Magnus Bane—” Lilith bites out, keeping her voice calm despite her rising anger, “he is son to Asmodeus. The only kin to Edom that still lives, and he and I are on better terms than he and his father. If you go to him and request aid in my name, remind him that I will reward him greatly. That I will ensure he is compensated tenfold for his protection of you.”

Alec nods, because his mother is serious, and he’s never seen her this worried. “Tell Jonathon I’ll be fine.” He reminds her, because while he has yet to actually meet his little brother, he knows the antics the youngest of their family gets up to when bored and worried.

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“Who are you?” Magnus asks, despite the fact that his wards are giving him very mixed signals and the cold facade of a bloodied warrior melts as soft confusion and awed eyes meet his own.

“Alec—” he’s told, almost haltingly as he’s swayed towards and a light dusting of pink shadows the shadowhunter’s cheekbones. “I, are you Magnus Bane?”

The abyss glints Alexander’s blown pupils and Magnus greedily draws near, recognizing the spark of lust hidden deep within. Alexander is a nephilim, there is no doubt of that, but he’s also something more. Something has tainted his soul in such a way that Magnus’ own magic finds delicious and Magnus steps close and reaches out, a large, calloused hand taking his own cautiously.

“Lilith—” Magnus muses as he gets a better taste of the possessive magic surrounding Alexander, “I wasn’t aware she had a son outside of Edom.”

“I was the first.” Alexander tells him with a small shrug, as if he doesn’t care how big a deal it is. “She sent me here. I’m no longer safe in the Institute with Valentine making so many waves and going so far as to harvest mundane blood. There’s too much of a risk of the clave and he is figuring out things I can’t afford to have them know yet.”

“Valentine is alive?”

“Yes?” Alexander asks him, somewhat confused, “didn’t mother explain that’s why she needed you? Valentine sent her his heir, as a second son and didn’t bother trying to send him in one piece.”

“She conveniently left that part out.” Magnus seethes but he calms himself as he steps closer, because Lilith is flustered enough that she’s given Magnus a very enticing opening. Such as, Lilith’s extremely gorgeous and delightful son who has been sent over like a particularly delectable present. “So, Lilith sent you to me, to take shelter with me, to be under my protection and my authority?” Magnus asks, letting the oath settle between them and he waits as Alexander realizes what he’s said and blushes even deeper.

“I— yes.”

“Then darling, what are you waiting for?” Magnus croons and he lets go of his magic and drapes it across them both with avarice. “I will be your home and your protection, Alexander. For as long as our magic binds us.”

The bond clicks into place greedily, as if it delights in snaring its prize and Magnus feels the difference as Alexander accepts Magnus’ protection and authority.

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[whoreteen]

in her shadow (chapter II)

➸ pairing: jeonghan x reader. ➸ word count: 5,4K. ➸ status: ongoing. (series masterlist!) ➸ genre: angst, slow burn, romance, idol!au, strangers to lovers, fluff, humor, forbidden relationship!au, mutual pining, (+ smut in upcoming chapters!) ➸ summary: you never were the one to fall in love but, just when you think you might’ve found the one, he turns out to be your estranged bitch of a sister’s fiancé. you and jeonghan both know better but, he can’t help but wish he’d met you first, thinking you’re a far better match for him than she’d ever be.

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“You look pretty,” Jay teases as he watched you fix your dress, a scowl etched onto your face. You hate it, the tight fitting monstrosity that Nina had bought for you, but you know you have to wear it. She’d never let you hear the end of it if you didn’t.

“I look like a cheap hooker,” you return.

“I think that’s the idea,” Jay pokes.

You’re headed for a dinner which your sister had set up, something which only meant it would be bad. Her dinners were horrid and, with the new addition of Jeonghan, they were only to get worse. Nina uses her dinners to brag, and being engaged to a handsome and successful idol is something she’ll never tire of bragging about, especially to you. You have never dated a man quite like Jeonghan and, your sister is insistent on reminding you over and over of the fact.

“We should get going,” Jay muses as he checks his watch. “We have to pick Solji up on the way,” he adds.

You nod your head and move to adjust your dress once more, pulling it over your chest at the expense of a little covering on your legs. “Nina hates me,” you cry as your brother offers you another laugh before he guides you out of the house.

“Y/N, oh my god, you look so pretty!” Nina fawns as she greets you. She knows the dress she’d given you is snug; it’s short and skimpy, but it’s the sort of thing she thought you desperately needed, just because you haven't had a boyfriend since you were eighteen and, in her words; ‘needed someone new in your life’, something the dress was sure to aid you in, according to her.

You offer your sister a forced smile before you walk past her, greeting a few of the other people that she’d invited. You honestly don’t want to be here at all, her friends are so insufferable, but you know you have to play the doting sister. Your mother and father would never accept anything less and neither would your sister.

“Y/N,” You lift your head a little, your eyes shining at the sight of Jeonghan. He offers you a soft smile before he moves towards you, pressing a friendly kiss to your cheek. “I didn’t think you would make it,” he says as he allows his eyes to scan your frame. He smiles to himself, it’s so clear to him that Nina had given you the dress you’re wearing.

“If my parents weren’t over there glaring at me, I wouldn’t have done,” you return playfully. He peeks over his shoulder at your parents for a moment before he turns back to you.

“A few of my friends are in the lounge. You and Jay should go and join them,” he smiles softly.

You smile at him gratefully before you grab Jay’s arm, leading him away from Nina who was twittering incessantly into his ear.

“Thank you so much, Y/N,” he says, offering you a smile as he and his girlfriend, Solji, follow you into Jeonghan’s vast living room.

“You don’t have to thank me,” you smile. You’re sure he would have done the same thing for you if you’d been in his place, it’s almost an unwritten pact between you two.

“Y/N, over here,” Joshua beams, beckoning you towards him.

You smile at him softly before stepping towards him and, embracing him in a friendly manner. “Y/N, this is Miyeon, my girlfriend,” he says, offering you a smile as you separate. “Miyeon, this is Y/N. She’s Nina’s little sister,” he explains.

Miyeon offers you a look, her mouth agape. “You’re seriously related to her?”

You nod your head. “Yeah. Sadly,” you return, causing her to laugh.

“I feel bad for you, she’s not pleasant,” she quips lightly, her nose wrinkling a little. You bet she doesn’t even know your sister well, but she knows enough to know that she’s awful. Nina’s stuck up and so obsessed with herself and, appears to have very little time for anything or anyone else.

“I get that a lot,” you muse.

“I can imagine. How’d she end up with a sweetheart like Jeonghan?”

You shrug. “That’s a good question.”

You honestly have no idea what it is that Jeonghan sees in your sister, but you’re not about to question it. He loves her even if no one else can fathom why and, quite frankly, it’s none of your business.

“Come on Y/N, he’s sweet, go and flirt with him,” Nina slurs as she nudges your ribs, egging you on.

“He’s with someone Nina, I don’t intend to make him cheat on her,” you scoff, your eyes staring ahead of you at the man she wants you to approach. He’s a group member of Jeonghan’s, Hoshi, but you know very well he’s taken and you’re not stupid enough to try and convince him to cheat.

“But he’s so cute!” she pouts, nudging you once more.

“If he’s so cute, you go and flirt with him.”

She scoffs instantly. “He’s cute for you Y/N, he’s nowhere near being in my league,” she notes, her hand flicking some of her hair over her shoulder.

You roll your eyes. “I need some air,” you mutter. She watches you for a second before wandering away in search of another drink. Stepping out onto the patio, you sigh to yourself, your hand nestling in the front of your hair. You love your sister, you have to, but sometimes you wish it was simply you and Jay. God, things would’ve been so much easier that way.

“Are you alright?” Jeonghan’s voice quips, his hand moving to close the sliding door behind himself. You watch him carefully before you nod, forcing a smile. “I’m so sorry for her. She gets worse with alcohol,” he says apologetically, his lean figure sitting beside you on the sun lounger you’re perched on.

“I know…” you mutter, “I just wish it wasn’t me she got worse with. She’s rude at the best of times.”

He nods his head softly. “Why does she think you need to be set up?“

You offer him a shrug before you run a hand through your hair. “For some reason, she seems to think the only way to be happy is to have some pretty boy on your arm. No offence,” you say lightly. He lifts his hand, signalling that he isn’t offended. “She wants me to be like her.”

“You’re perfect the way you are,” he says earnestly.

“Sure I am,” you scoff sarcastically, “That’s why you’re with her, because I am so perfect, right?” You’re a little drunk, but not drunk enough to not know what you’re saying. You know exactly what you’re saying, and you also know damn well it’s wrong but the words escaped your lips before you even had the time to stop them.

“Wait, what? Do you like me that way?” he asks, his brown eyes boring holes into your soul.

You sigh a little before pushing yourself up, your eyes staring at anything but him. “It’s hard not to,” you reply after a moment of thought.

He pushes himself up tentatively and places a hand against your hip, turning your body to face him. Allowing your eyes to study his handsome face, you take in each and every gorgeous aspect of it.

“Why did I meet her first?” he whispers to himself, his other hand brushing the hair away from your eyes.

You spare a little ironic laugh. It’s such a cliché and you can’t help but laugh. “You should get back inside. Nina is probably looking for you,” you say, your stare drifting from his eyes across his tempting lips.

Jeonghan shifts the hand in your hair a little more before he ducks his head, his breath brushing against your lips. He smells like vanilla and strawberries, thanks to the sickly dessert that your sister had served, but it only makes him more tempting to you. Vanilla and strawberries are your favorite things.

Leaning up a little, you feel the skin of his lips brush past yours, making you close your eyes in anticipation and Jeonghan’s eyes are quick to follow. I’m going to kiss him. That’s the only thought that runs through your head. At least it was, until you hear the screeching of the sliding door echoing, causing you to jerk away from each other, your eyes fixed on the figure that stands in the doorway.

“Jeonghan, Nina’s looking for you,” Jay says with his eyebrows furrowed. Jeonghan nods and moves away, leaving Jay alone with you.

“What the fuck was that?” your brother says angrily, pulling the door closed. You’re blushing like crazy at this point and, all you can do is shake your head slowly, not quite sure what to say. You don’t know what it was, whether it was intentional or a mistake, but it’s sure to only make things worse. You’re already struggling with your crush as it is.

“You need to get your head straight. That’s Nina’s fiancé, are you crazy?” he hisses. “Imagine what would have happened if it was her instead of me.”

You sigh a little and nod, knowing that he’s right. You absolutely do need to get your head straight, but after the almost moment you’d shared, you’re sure it was only going to get harder.

“Hey, Where’s Y/N?” Chan asks as Jeonghan steps into the dressing room. It’s already become normal for you to attend all their dance practices and, to see that you weren’t there was a little bit of a surprise, Chan had rather been looking forwards to going over his solo dance performance with you.

Truthfully, Jeonghan isn’t surprised, you’ve been keeping your distance since you’d almost kissed and, he’s actually grateful. He has no idea how he’d react to you now that you’ve shared that moment.

“She’s out on a date,” Nina says as she steps towards Jeonghan, a smile etched onto her face.

“A date?” he says as he raises an eyebrow, trying his absolute hardest to keep the bitterness out of his voice. He has no right to be upset, you’re a single girl who’s more than entitled to go out, and meet men, but still the idea hurt him. He really thought that you liked him.

“Yes, a writer from the magazine she works for asked her out. He’s SO adorable!” Nina fawns before her phone buzzes, causing Jeonghan to roll his eyes.

“Let me guess…” he mutters, his brown eyes watching as the apologetic expression spills across her face. “You have to go?”

She nods her head shyly before she pressed a kiss to his lips, mumbling about making it up to him. He shakes his head, watching her leave before he lets out a little groan.

“Are you alright there, hyung?” Chan asks.

He flicks his stare towards him and sighs, shaking his head a little. He’s growing tired of it, Nina’s behavior, your presence, it’s all starting to become a little irksome, but he knows there’s nothing he can do. Nina is hardly going to let him go without a fight and, she sure as hell isn’t going to give him up for you.

“Is it about Y/N?” Chan asks, his brown eyes surveying the room around them. “I’m not an idiot, I’ve seen the way that you behave around her and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that something happened. Plus, her disappearance coincides with the emergence of your shitty moods.”

Jeonghan arches an eyebrow. “Did you honestly think no one noticed?” Chan says chuckling and Jeonghan merely glares at him in response. “If you’re so messed up over her, how come you’re still engaged to her sister?”

At this point, it’s clear to everyone around him that he feels something for you; his face lights up when you walk into a room and, he knows why it makes his members curious. He clearly doesn’t love Mina, not anymore; at least, not enough to keep him from falling for her sister.

“Because I love her okay?” he snaps all of a sudden, causing Chan to jump a little as he holds his hands up in surrender. “Why can no one get it into their heads that I want to be with Y/N? She might not fit your standards but she’s perfect to me and I want her,” he grumbles before stepping out of the room.

“I’m so glad we decided to do this,” you smile as you and your date wander back towards your home. You know for a fact it’s wrong, to accept the other boy’s invitation when you’re still crushing on Jeonghan, but you’d been left with no choice. You needed something, anything to distract you from him and Taehyung, a boy you work with, seemed as good as anything.

You have a lot in common, and he’s funny and cute, and you really do like him as he’s a welcome change from the airhead celebrities that your sister keeps setting you up with.

“Me too, I never thought you’d say yes,” he smiles as he squeezes your hand a little. He has liked you for a while, but he’s always been worried that you’d turn him down.

You offer him a little smile before you stop at the top of the path which leads back to your apartment complex.

“I guess this is goodnight,” he says, dropping your hand.

“Indeed it is. I had a lovely time Tae, we should do it again,” you smile earnestly. He nods eagerly before he leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You smile a little at the contact and, turn your head a little, pressing a soft kiss against his lips.

He smiles into it for a second before he draws back and speaks, “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”

You offer him another smile before you turn to your apartment building, making your way inside.

After tossing beneath the covers for a while, Jeonghan turns to glare at the space beside him, one that still remains empty despite the late hour. It isn’t uncommon, Nina often stays with her boss over night so she can get an early start, but he’s slowly coming to resent it. She’s his fiancée for gods sake, she should be at his side every night, not when it suits her. It doesn’t make sense to him, nothing does.

Tossing once more, he allows his brown eyes to stare at the ceiling, his stomach aching at the thought of you. It has been nearly a month since your almost moment and, he hasn’t seen you since, something which makes his heart ache a little. You were fun to be around and, you made his days so much better and, now you were gone.

He missed you.

You weren’t like Nina, you weren’t as fake as your sister and, he misses your honesty, he misses your smile, your laugh. He misses you. God, he misses you so much.

Shaking his head, he squeezes his eyes shut, trying with all his might to swallow the lump that has grown in his throat at the mere thought of you. It’s ridiculous, that he’d care for you so much already, but he does, even despite his better judgement, he cares about you.

Jeonghan shakes his head again, tossing the comforter away from his frame before moving to get himself dressed. He knows it’s stupid, going to see you is a fucking stupid idea, but with a serge of confidence pushing through him, he has no choice.

He needs to look at you once more.

Pulling his shirt over his head, he moves to leave the room, only to pause as Nina strolls towards him, a flirtatious look perched on her features.

“You’re home,” he splutters out.

She nods, smiling. “Of course I am baby.”

Jeonghan can smell the alcohol on her, the unfamiliar aftershave and the sweat, but as she presses her lips to his, he forgets all about it.

Nina smiles into the kiss and lowers her hands, tugging at the shirt he’s wearing. He backs away from her a little and allows her to pull it over his head, tossing it to the floor without a care. “Were you going somewhere, Hannie?” she pants between kisses.

He looks at her before shaking his head. “Nowhere important,” he mumbles before lifting her up, carrying her back towards their room.

“Why do I have to go with you?” you complain as you sit on Nina’s couch, your arms crossed over your chest.

“Because my friends are busy,” your sister replies, “And besides, you could really use a shopping trip, you’re hardly going to impress your new boyfriend dressed like this,” she adds, her nose wrinkling a little.

You want to roll your eyes, to fire back some sarcastic comment, but you know better. She’ll only serve to make your life worse if you offend her.

“Where’s Jeonghan?” you ask. You don’t want to see him, things were still far too awkward between you two, but you’re still curious as to why he can’t take your sister out. You’re certain he’d be better company than you.

“He’s out with Seungcheol and Jisoo,” she says dismissively, rolling her eyes.

You cock an eyebrow, but nod. “Okay cool, we’ll go, but I’m picking my own stuff.”

Nina instantly squeals and claps her hands together, grateful that you’d agreed to accompany her. She had always hated being on her own and you can see that she’s grateful for the company.

“What exactly is it you need to buy anyway?” you ask as you tie the laces on your shoes. Your sister has literally everything, designer clothes, bags, accessories, you honestly don’t see what else she could need.

She offers a little smirk before she shoulders her bag. “I need lingerie,” she replies with a little nonchalant shrug and winks at you. “It’s Hannie and I’s anniversary.”

You shudder at the thought.

“Please, Nina, can we get out here?” you whine after a while as you stand outside of the changing room, your arms crossed awkwardly across your chest. You hate it, the stuffy little shop and, you want to leave as soon as you can. Watching her try on lingerie for thirty minutes straight or in general was not in your job description as her little sister.

“We will, when I find the right one for tonight.”

You roll your eyes a little and move to sit down, your hands propping up your face as your elbows rest on your knees.

“Instead of looking so miserable, you could look for something for yourself,” she says as she steps out of the changing room.

You instantly shake your head. Lingerie has never really been your thing, you’re a little awkward when it comes to sex and it’s always apparent. You blush at the mere mention of the topic, causing Mina to roll her eyes a little. “Weirdo,” she mutters under her breath. “You’re so fucking strange,” she comments as she rifles through yet another rack of expensive bras.

“I’m just a little awkward. Sorry for not being blessed with the famed Y/L/N confidence,” you scoff, rolling your eyes at her.

She draws her eyes away and offers you a look, raising one of her eyebrows. “Have you always resented me so much?”

You want to nod so bad, to explain all the grievances you had with your older sister, but you merely refrain, offering nothing more than an obedient shake of your head. “I don’t resent you Nini, I’m just not like you. You’re the famous actress slash model with the successful celebrity boyfriend. I’m nothing more than your Plain Jane little sister,” you explain.

You’ve always been in your sister’s shadow, it isn’t anything new.

She offers you a smile before she grabs another bra from the rack, making her way back into the changing room.

You glare after her. In her mind, there’s nothing for you to complain about. She’ll never comprehend that there’s a problem, as far as she’s concerned, being Nina Y/L/N’s little sister is a great thing. Amazing in fact.

“Babe, is that you?” Jeonghan calls curiously, his eyes turning to the doorway. He thought Nina was spending the day at home, but when he’d returned from hanging out with the boys to find her absent, he hasn’t been overly surprised. He has learnt that his fiancée very rarely kept to her word.

“Not Nina,” you mutter as you step into the living room, your arms weighting down with your sister’s shopping bags.

“Y/N,” he whispers, his voice a little breathless in surprise. You can tell he hasn’t been expecting you, you were still keeping your distance from him, but you can also tell he’s glad to see you. Jeonghan smiles, thinking you looked even more beautiful than the last time he’d seen you. “What are you doing here? Where’s Nina?” he asks.

“Teddy called her while we were out, she had to go into work and insisted that I drop these here,” you say, setting the bags down beside the doorway.

“Did she spend much?” he asks, knowing that it’s his credit card that would’ve funded his fiancé’s purchases.

“For her?” you tease awkwardly. Jeonghan notes the tone of your voice and sighs a little, his hand pushing back into his hair.

“We need to talk…”

“What is there to say, Jeonghan?” you sigh, your eyes fixed on your feet. “You had a moment of weakness, I was just the one who was there.”

“It wasn’t like that,” he softly returns. “You know it’s not like that.”

“Of course it wasn’t,” you scoff. “You really wanted to kiss me,” you add sarcastically.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes and steps towards you, his hand moving beneath your chin, causing you to swallow a little at the contact, but you still don’t move away from it.

“I really did want to kiss you Y/N,” he admits softly, his skin warmed by the familiar feel of your skin against his.

You shake your head. “No, you didn’t, Jeonghan. You had a lot to drink, I did too. Let’s not make more of this than necessary,” you explain before moving to collect your own bag.

He watches you, smirking a little at the logo that’s marked on the bag. “Victoria’s Secret,” he whispers, his voice evoking a shiver from your body. Jeonghan smiles a little at the shiver and moves to take the bag from your hand, his own taking out the lace underwear set you’d bought. “Damn, I didn’t have you down for bustier,” he chuckles.

Your cheeks flush before you move to snatch the clothes back from him, tossing them back into the bag.

Jeonghan offers you another smirk as he ducks his head down, his lips skimming over yours. “I really do like you, Y/N,” he whispers, his lips kissing the side of yours, teasing you. You hum a little at the contact, not quite sure what to do.

He smirks at your reaction and presses a real kiss to your lips, causing you to gasp a little in surprise. The kiss is slow, steady, but it’s exactly how he’d imagined it. How you both imagined it.

Humming a little, you move your hands, steadily nestling them in his long hair, tugging on it a little as you kiss him back just as passionately. Jeonghan lowers his hands to your hips and, holds you close, savouring the feel of your breath on his skin. Tugging your bottom lip with the two of his, he lets out a little sigh as his heart pounds in his chest. His heart can’t go much faster, there’s a breaking point somewhere, but he just doesn’t want to find it.

The kiss could’ve lasted forever, it could’ve led anywhere, but as the sound of a key in a lock echoes, he’s quick to end it, his head jerking away from you.

“Y-you should go,” he splutters, averting his gaze from you.

You glare at him for a moment before you take your bag up from the floor, storming out of the room as your sister moves into it, a smirk fixed on her face. “Well she seemed to be in a rush,” she laughs, watching after you.

Jeonghan scratches his head awkwardly and nods, still trying to soothe his talking heart.

“I’m an awful person,” you complain as you flop onto Yeejin’s couch, your hand wrapped around a pot of cookie dough ice cream. It hasn’t been long since you and Jeonghan had kissed, but instead of heading home you’d opted to visit Yeejin and Minhyuk, desperate for someone to confide in.

“We know that,” Minhyuk chuckles, his hand stealing the tub of ice cream. “But what makes you say it out loud?” he adds, sticking a spoonful into his mouth.

You steal the pot back and sigh before muttering, “I kissed Jeonghan.”

Yeejin, who’s been pouring wine into three glasses, looks up, her eyes wide both in surprise and excitement. “Jeonghan? As in Nina’s Jeonghan?”

You spare an anxious look before nodding. You know that it’s wrong, kissing him is perhaps the worst thing you’d ever done, but at the same time, it’s… the best thing. You’d never felt something quite like it and you don’t know how to describe it.

“I told you it would happen!” Minhyuk yells, being extra as always.

You jump a little and spare your friends a look, noting the smug smile that he wore. “Told her what would happen?” you enquire meekly.

He offers you a wide smile, his body practically shaking in excitement. “I had a conversation with Jeonghan when he had lunch with us that time and he told me that he liked you,” he squeaks, his actions mimicking a teenage girl.

You roll your eyes a little but fail to keep the blush from your cheeks, something which makes Yeejin giggle. “Wait a minute… you like him too?!” she exclaims, taking a sip of her wine.

You want to deny it, to say that the mere idea is idiotic, but you can’t lie to them, they had been your friends since your childhood and were sure to see right through you.

“I might do,” you murmur as you blush a little.

Minhyuk lets out another squeak. “You guys would be so cute together!”

You shake your head before grumbling, “It doesn’t matter how cute we would be. He’s my sister’s fiancé, I couldn’t do anything even if I wanted to.”

“What makes you think Nina would actually marry this one? She didn’t marry Hyunsuk or Minho or Jinyoung, he might just be another fling,” he explains, trying to buoy your spirits, but you merely shake your head in response, knowing this time is different. Nina has finally landed a man who matches her fame and, now that she has her claws into Jeonghan, she isn’t going to let him go, especially not for you. She’s selfish like that - you can’t blame her though. He’s her man and you know, unless something awful happened, she wasn’t going to let him go.

“Because he’s what she always wanted,” you finally say as they both share a look. “Nina was the type of little girl who dreamed of being an it girl and having a celebrity boyfriend. She knew a successful idol could bank roll her life and now she has Jeonghan, she definitely isn’t going to let him go.”

“What about him? Does he love her that much?” Yeejin asks softly.

You shrug. You honestly don’t know if he’s in love with your sister, but you guess he must be. Only a man in love would put up with all of her bullshit.

“Why did I have to pick the one man I can’t have?” you groan, sticking another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“We don’t choose who we fall for, Y/N, it just sort of happens,” Yeejin says, trying to make you feel better about your predicament. You close your eyes a little and sigh to yourself, wishing that you had fallen for anyone but Jeonghan. Like, why the fuck couldn’t you just fall for Mark? What the hell is wrong with me?, you think to yourself. There’s only one outcome to your story and, it’s definitely not one that favors you, because honestly, what sane man would chose you over your perfect sister?

You run a hair through your head before deciding to head home. A few minutes later, you’re pulling your jacket closer to your body as you step into the lobby of your apartment building, your little frame trembling a little with the chill from the rain outside. It’s unseasonable, it rarely rains in the Seoul summer, but the weather seems fitting to you. The grey clouds seems to be the perfect metaphor for the state of your head.

“You should have worn a warmer coat,” Jeonghan comments, his lean frame perched against the series of mailboxes that stands against the far wall.

“And you should be miles away from here,” you reply sharply.

He lets a melodic laugh escape his lips before taking a pace towards you, his 5'10 frame looming over you. “We had a moment earlier, I thought you’d want to talk about it,” he says, his face held in a half smirk and half earnest smile.

You merely glare at him. “You said that earlier. We ended up kissing. I hardly think it’s a good idea for you to come inside my apartment,” you say before you move to step past him.

“Are you scared, Y/N?” he teases, his brown eyes following the movement of your hips.

“Scared?” you return as you arch an eyebrow.

“Can you not control yourself around me?” he nods, his eyelids battering innocently.

You roll your eyes before saying, “You’re the one intent on making their move.”

He laughs a little. “I swear, no funny business, I just want to talk about what happened earlier,” he muses, smiling earnestly, his hands held up in surrender.

You offer him a little look before you nod, allowing him to follow you towards the elevator.

“You have a nice place, Y/N,” he comments politely as he steps into your apartment. It’s smaller than he expected, a little cramped for him, but he liked it. It seemed very you.

You ignore his compliment, tossing your coat and keys onto the table and turning to face him, your arms folded across you chest. “Speak,” you command.

Jeonghan pushes his hand back through his hair a little, not quite sure what to say.

“You keep trying to kiss me, Jeonghan, there must be a reason for that,” you prompt.

He nods his head. “There’s a reason, but it’s not one you’re going to like.”

“Whatever it is, we need to get it out in the open. We need to decide what we’re going to do,” you say, running a hand through your hair.

He nods softly before taking a few paces towards you, his brown eyes guiding shyly towards yours. “I like you, Y/N,” he mutters, “I mean really, really like you.“

You shake your head a little. “You can’t be serious.”

He eyes you once more before he nods his head. He wished that it wasn’t true, that he hadn’t come to like the sister of his fiancée, but he had. You were everything your sister wasn’t and, he couldn’t help but like you. To fall in love with you. You’re a far better match for him than Nina would ever be.

“Jeonghan, I’m not going to take you from my sister,” you mutter after a moment of thought. It’s tempting, you know you like him back and that you want to be with him, but you also know it’ll ruin your relationship with your already estranged sister. There’s just no way you’d do that to her, it’s not your character.

“Why?” he quips curiously, licking his bottom lip as his forehead crinkles a little.

“Because she’s still my sister and I really think that she may love you. I don’t want to be the reason she gets hurt.”

“But I thought you hated her?”

You shake your head. “It just isn’t going to happen, Jeonghan. You’re her fiancée and that’s all that needs to be said,” you mutter before you move towards him, your lips pressing to his cheek softly.

“You should go home, Hannie, my sister will start wondering where you are,” you say before leaving the room. He watches after you, his cheek tingling from the soft touch of his lips, his heart slowly breaking into tiny pieces.

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[ae-neon]

So, to counteract the brain rot I'm experiencing from cc1, I picked a book off my shelf I haven't read

The Wall by William Sutcliffe is a story set in the fictional town of Amarias, Occupied Palestine about a settler boy who crosses the Wall that separates his town from the forbidden territory of the enemy

From what I can tell William Sutcliffe is a British YA author so by no means am I suggesting The Wall as primary or secondary reading for learning about Palestine or supporting Palestinian artists. I have this book because I bought it years ago (it was published in 2013)

My thoughts so far on Part One (pg 1 - 62)

For Context Joshua sneaks into a "disputed" area to retrieve his football and finds the entrance to a tunnel that goes under the high wall that separates his brand new town from "the enemy"

(to clarify Joshua is an Israeli boy who lives in a settlement in the West Bank, not technically "Israel" but rather Occupied Palestine - the whole thing is but I hope you get what I mean)

The narration style took a little for me to get into since I think it does a good job of feeling like Joshua's 13 year old POV at times then slips into being clearly the adult voice of the author at others

I like that Sutcliffe doesn't pretend at Joshua's total ignorance to paint him as innocent, Joshua because of the nature of settler life is aware of some things but can't quite understand the full scope

[When describing the "disputed" area and the demolished house he finds there]

It's a feeling I can't quite understand, something to do with the obvious suddenness with which this place was transformed from a home into a heap of junk. An eerie chill seems to be rising up from the rubble. It's as if an aftertaste of violence is hanging in the air, like a bad smell.

...

Even from up here, I can see that the possessions spilling out of the house never belonged to people like us. This was the home of people from the other side. The mystery isn't what happened to them, it's how they found themselves on the wrong side of The Wall in the first place, and why the site hasn't been cleared and built on.

The contradictions don't jump out at him but he is subconsciously aware of them

The Wall was put up to stop the people who live on the other side setting off bombs, and everyone says it has done an excellent job.

Most people who work on the building sites in Amarias are from the other side, and if you drive to the city you see lots of people who look like they come from those towns, but other than that, even though they're living next door, it feels like they aren't really there.

Actually, that's not right. You know they're there because The Wall and the checkpoints and the soldiers who are all over the place are a constant reminder, but it's as if they're almost invisible.

After crossing and being chased by a group of older boys then saved by a girl who can speak Hebrew

I'm not, in truth, very far away at all. Probably only a few hundred metres. But I'm in another world.

...

It all feels strangely normal yet exotic, and odd to think this place has always been here, so busy and so alive; so close but invisible.

The girl borrows him her father's keffiyeh and her brother's flip-flops so he can walk back to the tunnel without being spotted as a settler

The scarf lent by the girl who saved me, and even though she asked for the simplest thing in return, I gave her nothing. Worse than that, I now see that I have stolen from her[...]

Joshua manages to get home to the house he shares with his mother and religious fundamentalist stepfather. (many settler groups are often part of stricter religious sects and a clear distinction is made by Joshua between his Dad who was a mostly secular reservist killed in action and his step-father who is a staunch settler and much more religious)

When Joshua asks Liev, his step father, about the forbidden territory, Liev tells him it is disputed but when Joshua asks by who Liev says 'No one.'

Then the same night he returns from the other side Joshua takes out a miniature town he built. His actions mirroring the actions of colonial settlers, he subconsciously understands there's no real fear or righteousness - the 'war' and it's propaganda are manufactured - the truth is much more methodical

I stand over the fantasy town, gazing down at it. Along one edge is a wall, the same height as the tallest house. [...] I remember the afternoon I added in the wall, years ago, taking up hours getting it to the right height and making it solid. There's even a watchtower in one corner, made from the inner tube of a toilet roll topped with a yoghurt pot which is usually filled with soldiers. Now for the first time it strikes me as strange that I put this wall at the edge, with nothing on the other side of it.

[...]

...I don't feel angry or destructive as I'm doing it, but slowly and deliberately, I lift a leg and step onto a cardboard house at the heart of the town. One by one, I calmly crush all the others that are made of cardboard. Two are made of balsa wood. Those I pluck from where they are glued into place, and squeeze in my hands until they shatter. [...] Then dismantle the Lego houses, brick by brick. There's also a police station.[...]Then there's the school and the park and the shops...

Interesting so far.

*

On a less humorous not than how I started, I have seen sjm out and about being celebrated by crowds of dozens of people for the launch of cc3 and beyond my own disappointment at fairly predictable spoilers I've seen, it bothers me that at a time like this when so many are aware of the Occupation and SJM's own Zionist leanings, she can still be celebrated by so many people (many of them being poc)

Idk, it just bothered me so I picked The Wall off my shelf to especially counteract the underlying pro-Zio vibes in cc

#The Wall by William Sutcliffe #interesting so far #eon reads #I'm so bad at tagging

[multifandomfanfiction]

I'm Gonna Show You Crazy Part 2

TITLE: I’m Gonna Show You Crazy Part 2 PAIRING: [Malcom/Cassie Lector (OC)] RATING: T CHAPTER: 2/? SUMMARY: Malcom and Cassie have their date and it doesn't go that well.

[A/N - So this a sort-of sequel/continuation of "I'm Gonna Show You Crazy" that I wrote back in 2019. I had a whole series of fics I was gonna write, but of course I never wrote them down so I have no idea where I was going with it. So now we're gonna do something different with the same ending I was planning.]

For their date, Malcom came down to Baltimore. That had at least earned him some brownie points from Hannibal since he was apprehensive of letting Cassie travel all the way to New York City without him or Will.

Sometimes Hannibal’s over-protectiveness bothered Cassie, but she understood. She knew that she reminded him of his little sister Mischa, so naturally he worried about her.

Well that and he was a serial killer, so he knew what kind of things could happen to her. Even though he knew Cassie could fend for herself if needed.

Like she told Dr. Whitly, there had been some…unfortunately accidents. Accidents that Hannibal helped her cover up of course.

It wasn’t like she’d meant to murder people. She blacked out and it had just…happened. Even though she had taken people’s lives, she didn’t crave the blood and violence like she knew Hannibal did.

But every time she did, Hannibal would look at her with such pride. As if she was following in the family footsteps.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Malcom and Cassie met at a coffee shop (of Hannibal’s choosing) not far from the house.

She knew Hannibal would be watching, so she made sure to pick a seat where Malcom couldn’t possibly spot him.

Malcom came in wearing a denim button-up shirt, scarf, peacoat, and dark wash jeans. Cassie couldn’t deny that he was attractive.

She met him at the counter.

“Cassie, good to see you again.”

Cassie laughed. “There’s no need to be so formal, Malcom.”

Malcom smiled and looked down bashfully. “I’m sorry. Growing up…well you’ve met my father.”

 “Yeah. Seems a little OCD and wanting things to be just so. Hannibal is like that about some things.” His murders.

They stepped up to the counter and ordered their drinks.

“Do you have any other siblings?” Malcom asked.

Cassie shook her head. “It’s always just been Hannibal and I. What about you?”

“I have a sister, Ainsley. She’s a journalist.”

“Ah.”

They picked up their drinks sat down in some chairs by the window.

“So I did some research into your cousin,” Malcom said.

That statement made Cassie stop drinking her coffee. She should have felt offended by him snooping, but she had done the same thing. She knew what Dr. Whitly was accused of doing.

“He’s my brother. Not my cousin. We may be cousins by blood, but he is first and foremost my brother. I know my brother’s past and it was unfortunate what happened to him and his family. I don’t ask him about what happened and we don’t discuss it. It was a deeply traumatic experience, but he’s grown and moved past it. I’d appreciate if you didn’t bring it up again.”

“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”

“Just…please don’t talk about it around Hannibal.”

That was a sure-fire way to get himself killed, which would in turn motivate Martin to retaliate and Cassie wasn’t interested in getting in the middle of two psychopaths.

“Why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”

Cassie smiled and told Malcom of how she had been accepted into art school right out of high school.

“Your brother must be very attached to you to follow you across the country.”

Cassie narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m not sure what you’re implying Mr. Bright.”

“He clearly needs you close to him which implies that there’s a level of unhealthy obsession.”

Cassie wanted to snap at Malcom, but she knew why Hannibal wanted her close to him. She was reminded of her first meeting with Will.

There have been many famous Cassandra’s in history, but none as famous as the daughter of Troy,” Hannibal said.

“Of Greek mythology?” Will asked.

“ She was admired by the God Apollo, however she refused his advances so he cursed her. Her prophecies would no longer be believed. She was written off as insane and a liar.”

“I think this meeting is over,” Cassie said. She stood up and stormed out of the coffee shop.

“Cassie! Wait!” Malcom called after her.

Cassie was heading for the alleyway where she knew Hannibal’s car was parked.

Malcom grabbed her arm as she stepped into the crosswalk.

“Let go of me! I’m not going to just sit and listen to you insult the only person who’s ever truly loved me!” Cassie yelled.

“Please. Just come back inside,” Malcom begged her.

“No!”

It happened so fast.

One moment they were arguing in the street, the next she was on her back with Malcom on top of her.

There was the loud honking of a car and the screeching of tires.

Malcom’s bright blue eyes stared into her dark ones. The adrenaline rushing through her body gave Cassie the bravery to do something.

She grabbed the back of Malcom’s neck and kissed him.

#hannibal imagines #hannibal nbc #hannibal #hannibal x prodigal son #prodigal son imagines #prodigal son #malcom/oc #malcom bright imagines #malcom bright #malcom/cassie

[noxexistant]

I hope I’m not bothering you but omggg the Delancey’s smoking, like when I read the Alex Snyder smoked my head just immediately jumped to the Delancey’s chain smoking,

I’m not sure why but I have this image of Snyder almost trying to like, bond? with Oscar in a very fucked up manipulative way as he’s one of the oldest there, one of the most brutal too, and Snyder likes having that power and that brutality under his thumb and it’s easy when he pretends he respects Oscar in a way that oscar’s father cleary never did which means Oscar’s more likely to listen to him, and even easier to rip that out from under him if he steps out of line, easy to remind him of his actual place - and when it comes to cigarettes it’s something so addictive but so easy to take away if they don’t ‘behave’

I’m so sorry if none of that made sense lmao

you’re not bothering me at all!! thank u so much for coming to me with more alex snyder and delanceys, always, because i am Eating them

i absolutely adore the image of snyder building this deeply carefully crafted bond with oscar, particularly because the age gap between them is small enough that they could be brothers - it’s so easy for snyder to dip into, to act like they’re anywhere close to on the same level. he knows how to talk to coax oscar to let his guard down, to make it seem like they’re peers in some way, to make it seem like they’re almost friends as they smoke together in snyder’s office. as if it isn’t snyder’s office in the building where oscar is a prisoner.

snyder does not respect oscar in any way beyond his strength. oscar is a gutter rat, all manic violence and chips on his shoulders and something to prove, but he has potential - potential that snyder intends to coax out of him with his teaching. and he doesn’t say exactly that, at least not in so many words, but he tells oscar about his potential, at least. says it’s only snyder who could bring it out of him, teaching him how to direct his anger and violence at the right people for the right gains.

“you keep working with me,” snyder says, and it’s a careful construction too to say with and not for, “perhaps we could truly be working together someday. don’t you think clothes like mine would suit you?”

snyder offers him a private little smile. oscar picks at the ratty undershirt he’s been wearing for weeks. he can’t imagine himself in a suit like snyder’s, but he wants to. it looks like it fits just right. tailored, comfortable. warm. he smiles back, tentatively, and speaks quietly.

“yeah.”

he and snyder are both total opposites at other times, when oscar is screaming like a feral dog and snyder is scowling down at him like he’s dirt. when oscar is being thrown in solitary, or held still and forced to watch as morris is lashed or beaten, or watching his portion of food be given away to another child.

but snyder is calm again, the next time after that that oscar is brought to his office. the only difference is that he slowly, carefully, gets out a cigarette for himself - and does not offer oscar one, just enjoys the way the boy stares. it’s such an easy bargaining chip, resting atop morris’ safety like icing on a bun.

oscar agrees to whatever snyder’s latest instructions or terms are. and snyder smiles again. he reaches for his shining, golden cigarette tin and opens it, holds it out. smiles wider when oscar reaches out and takes one, and has to lean forwards for snyder to light it off his own.

“i’m proud of you,” snyder tells him. “you always do the right thing. raised yourself into a fine young man, didn’t you?”

oscar glows.

#answered #i didnt do 1t #oscar delancey #snyder

[crystaltrinket]

how i love to see you smile - Naruto - Uchiha Sasuke/Hyuuga Hinata - drabble series for SasuHina Month 2022

[Rating: G | Prompt: Mono no aware - the pathos of things; the gentle wistfulness at the transience of things, and the awareness of the sadness of existence | Word Count: 500 | Warnings: None] @sasuhinamonth

Author's Note: Wow! Not me updating more than 1 year later... in any case, this has been sitting in my drafts for while. I intend to finish this even though 2022 is long over. I hope you don't mind.

[Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7]

[Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14]

[Part 15 |

Sasuke thought it was weird when he saw the usual hawk eyes on him with less killing intent behind him. 

‘What was his name again?’ he thought as his family passed the stoic man and entered the onsen-ji. 

His mother oohed and ahhed as they stepped into the foyer. His father looked around the entrance hall with a meticulous eye. The Hyuuga kept the onsen-ji traditional in a sense that one would think they never advanced past the Meiji era. Sasuke watched him warily, almost ready to jump to defend Hinata if unfavorable judgment passed his lips.

“It is quite beautiful inside,” he father remarked. 

"Isn't it? Oh, I'm so glad I picked it. We'll have a wonderful time!" his mother gushed. 

“Uchiha-san, welcome,” the stoic man they passed earlier greeted them. “I am Ko, at your service.” 

‘Ah, that’s it. Ko. The other bodyguard.’ Sasuke stared at him while Ko regarded him with a small nod. 

“Hinata-sama sends her well-wishes. She is acting in her father’s stead at a conference and won’t be able to see you during your stay, Mikoto-san.” 

A small pout formed on his mother’s face. “It is quite alright, Ko-san. Please send Hinata my regards.” 

Sasuke studied the expression on his mother’s face as she spoke amicably with Hinata’s bodyguard about the onsen-ji’s interior and architecture. His father hummed every so often as they carried their conversation away from the foyer. She was upset, understandably. She saw Hinata as a daughter-figure and had hoped to see her during their visit. 

He knew Hinata wouldn’t be at the onsen-ji during his family’s vacation. She apologized profusely the day she found out she had to attend the conference. 

‘Father wants me to go. He thinks it’ll help me have a better understanding of marketing and management for the future of the onsen-ji.’ 

The corners of his lips slightly dipped at the thought of the Hyuuga clan head. Sasuke inwardly scoffed. ‘Of course, he would.’ The shift in Sasuke’s demeanor was minute but it was enough for his brother to nudge him as Ko led his family to their suite. 

“Chin up, little brother,” Itachi smirked. “The conference will be over before you know it.” 

Sasuke swiftly turned his head, refusing to let his brother see the growing blush on his face. “Tch. I know.” 

—

The weekend spent at the onsen-ji seemed to pass by slowly. From the moment he opened his eyes in the morning til the moment they closed at night, everything reminded him of the lack of Hinata's presence. And try as Ko and the older aunts might, they couldn't replace her. 

Without fail, the older aunts of the onsen-ji offered him onigiri whenever he passed by and even Ko brought out a few tomatoes from Hinata's personal garden. He was touched that Hinata thought of him, even when she was busy herself. 

Sasuke fell back on his bed. His mind raced back to their families' impromptu meeting.

'How can I initiate a merger?'

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