#but I’ll redo it before the story comes out

[lemonlover1110]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 14] Long-Awaited

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You become busier and busier as the charity event comes up, and you’re extremely nervous once the day hits. If everything goes to shit, the blame won’t fall on you because this is Satoru’s event– He could berate you for… something, but you aren’t getting fired. You’ve seen him go back to his old shell, whenever you look at him you start to see glimpses of his eighteen-year-old self, and it takes everything in you to put up a cold front.

The night finally arrives, and you’re getting yourself ready for the exciting event. You’re wearing a simple long black dress, and you’re finishing up the effortless makeup that you told yourself you wouldn’t spend too much time on. Yet, you find yourself wiping away the most minor mistake and redoing the step all over again. 

“Ren’s got a tummy ache and doesn’t want you to go.” Your mom leans on the doorframe of the bathroom, and you sigh before you stick out your bottom lip. Your baby boy has been as clingy as ever, and as much as you wish to spend the rest of your evening with him, you have to leave. You still have to work.

“Ren, come here, baby!” You yell, and your mother moves out of the way so the boy can pass to the bathroom. It’s taking longer than usual for him to pop up. You crouch down when he’s in front of you, and you kiss his cheek, leaving a stain of red lipstick on his skin. You would laugh at the sight, but worry consumes you when your lips touch his skin and you feel it warm. The back of your hand touches his forehead, and you look up at your mother, “He does have a slight fever. Nothing worrying though.”

“I’ll keep a close eye on my favorite grandson.” Your mother says, making you chuckle. Ren is her only grandson, of course he’s going to be her favorite. You doubt she’ll be getting more in the future. She grabs your son’s hand to take him out of the bathroom so you can finish getting ready without your clingy baby by your side. “You want some ice cream, honey? We can do whatever you want when your mom leaves.”

You’re almost going to tell your mom to not allow the child to do whatever he wants when you’re gone, but surprisingly enough, you hear him reject the offer. It makes your brows furrow, but you try to put yourself in his shoes. When you have a cold the only thing you want is to lay in bed, snuggled up in a blanket so you understand. You try to focus on doing your makeup since you have to get going soon, after all, you have to show up early to help set up the event. You’re not invited, you’re responsible for helping set up. In other words, this is part of your job.

Ren doesn’t want you to leave when he sees you walk toward the door, but you assure him that you’ll be back soon. Tomorrow you’d do whatever he wants to do but you have to leave for the night. He reluctantly agrees, and you leave him behind to begin your work night.

The moment you get to the hall, you dread all the work you have to do. At first you’re worried, thinking about Ren, but ensuring that everything turns out as desired is what takes over your mind. You’re the one that’s making sure everything turns out as perfect as possible, which should be Satoru’s duty, yet he’s nowhere to be found. But you’re sure he’s worried since it’s his first big event, so you give him the benefit of the doubt.

Ten minutes before guests are expected to arrive, your boss finally appears. Satoru looks as handsome as ever, wearing a black tuxedo, his hair slicked back. You try not to admire how good he looks, but you’re sure he notices. Thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it.

“Sayo took forever to get ready.” He puffs out a breath, and you peek your head to find the woman, but you don’t see her. “She’s in the car… Apparently her makeup still wasn’t ready.”

“Oh…” You respond, and you try to tell him that everything is set. Decorations are set. Drinks are ready, food as well. We’re just waiting on guests.” You inform him, and you can tell by the way that he looks you up and down, he isn’t listening to you. You feel yourself get more and more nervous with every passing second. “Mr. Gojo?”

“You look stunning.” He compliments you, and your face gets warm. You don’t respond though, you change the topic back to the event that’s about to happen, although Satoru doesn’t want to listen to it. The place looks perfect– Plus, he can’t do much now. He grabs two glasses from a tray that sits idle on a table, and he hands one to you. “To a great event.”

“Too early to cheer, is it not? No one has gotten here yet.” You respond. You almost feel bad for responding to him like that, so you assure him, “I think it’ll be fine though.”

He clinks his glass with yours, and you watch him bring the glass up to his lips and take a sip. You follow his lead, and you put it down immediately after. You feel your heart flutter as you look at him, and you force your eyes to avert.

“Will you need me the rest of the night, Mr. Gojo? My cat is sick and I want to leave early to take care of him.” You share, and his brows perk up. He ends up nodding his head, not wanting you to leave early for a stupid cat. “What exactly do you need? I thought you and your wife handled everything else.”

“Just need you around… You represent the company.” He says, and your brows furrow.

“I thought you did since you’re the president.” You tell him.

“And you’re my assistant, therefore, you also represent the company.” He argues. You look at the entrance of the hall, and you watch how Sayo walks in, wearing a stunning red dress. She always manages to make you look inferior, simply by walking inside a room. You understand why Satoru chose her over you, if you were in his shoes, you wouldn’t hesitate.

You look back at him, expecting him to watch her with his mouth agape, but he’s staring at you. You sheepishly smile at him, bowing down your head before walking away. At the very least, you’ll have Shoko and Suguru with you. In the end, you’ll manage to sneak out to go back to being with your son.

Hours go by, and the event progresses smoothly, Satoru makes a beautiful speech that leaves you surprised– Something that reminds you of his old self. It’s refreshing to see that he has the ability to be the man that he once was, even if it’s for a split second. You’re seated with Suguru and Shoko, and you converse to kill time.

“How is Ren, by the way?” Suguru asks, and you smile at the mention of your son. You’ve gotten no calls, so you can assume that he’s doing better.

“Poor baby is sick. I just want to leave to be by his side.” You respond, and it catches Shoko’s attention.

“Sick? What does he have?” She questions.

“A cold, didn’t seem anything bad when I left.” You answer. After you answer, her mind drifts elsewhere, and for the first time in the night, you follow her eyes. Her gaze is set on the woman that’s next to Satoru. She spends around a minute staring at Sayo, before she feels your eyes on her. She rolls her eyes before standing up and walking away from the table. It’s a weird reaction, so your response is to follow after her to ask about it.

You stand up to follow after her, but just as you rise from the chair, Satoru approaches your table. “I hope you’re not thinking of leaving.”

“I have to talk to Shoko.” You say, and you walk away from the table to go after her. Satoru’s brows furrow and he takes a seat beside Suguru, asking,

“What’s up with them?” 

“Wish I knew.” Suguru answers. “Shoko’s been out of it.”

Satoru then mentions your name, “How’s your relationship progressing? Do you see something more in the future with her?”

“Satoru, focus on your event.” Suguru shuts it down immediately. “Everything is going well, don’t ruin your night by finding out about something you don’t want to hear.”

“It’s just a question, geez.” Satoru rolls his eyes before standing up. He’s about to leave the table, approach another one and ask how everything is going so far. He mutters, “I’m allowed to ask, aren’t we friends?”

“That’s the one part of my life that you aren’t allowed to ask. Not after what you did.” Suguru responds, making Satoru scoff before walking away.

While they sort their problems out, you look for Shoko, finding her in the bathroom. She fixes her makeup, and you clear your throat before asking, “Everything okay?”

“Mind your business.” She sounds hostile, and you don’t want to push her boundaries. But she’s your friend, and you’re wildly curious to know why she’s been so focused on Sayo. She stops fixing her makeup and glares at you. “If you aren’t going to fix your makeup or pee, then leave.”

“Do you like her?” You ask, since it’s the only possible explanation. Of course, she could also like Satoru, but you doubt that she does. Shoko has never really been interested in men.

“I told you to mind your business.” She repeats. You decide not to push it further. You decide to take a short break, taking your phone out of your purse to check if you’ve missed anything. It hasn’t ringed once so you’re not too worried. You realize that you accidentally silenced your phone, and when you check, you feel your heart drop.

Shoko looks at you through the mirror, watching as you turn a color that’s not your own, your eyes widening. She forgets that she’s mad at you and worriedly asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Ren’s in the hospital, I have to go.” And she watches as you run out of the bathroom, and she stands dumbfounded.

When you get to the emergency room, Ren has already been moved to a private room. He’s laying in the hospital bed, not in as much pain as before since he got his medicine. You look at your mother, who sits beside her grandson, giving all her attention to him.

“What is it?” You ask, worry translating in your voice.

“An appendicitis. He has surgery very early in the morning.” Your mother answers. She watches the tears that have accumulated in your eyes stream down your face as you look at your son. You should’ve listened to him and stayed when he told you he was sick. “I contacted Mrs. Gojo before coming to the hospital and she arranged for everything to be quick. She’s stopping once the event finishes.”

“Thank the lord for the power of her money.” You answer, going to Ren’s side. He fights back his sleep, his lids heavy and closing on their own. You kiss the top of his head, and grab his little hand. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here earlier, honey.”

“It’s okay.” He says, although he could’ve used you by his side when he was getting injected.

“I promise that after this, we’re going to spend a lot more time together.” You respond, and you’d be worried about making an empty promise, but you’re done. You’re quitting. Your job is consuming you, and you need to pay more attention to the little boy that’s in front of you. He’s your everything, and time goes by fast. You then look at your mother, “You can go, mom. I’ll keep you updated.”

“There’s no way in hell I’m leaving.” She tells you, and a chuckle leaves your lips. Nerves were eating her alive when the doctors took him to run some tests on him, she can’t sleep soundly tonight if she isn’t close to Ren. Her stomach growls and she says, “I might get some food. But I’ll be back.”

“Of course, mom. I’ll be here.” You try to smile at him. You take a seat in her old seat, and you keep your eyes on Ren. His eyes keep closing on their own, and you lay your head on the empty space of the bed, about to fall asleep just like him. 

Ren has been your entire world for the time that he’s been alive, you have no idea what you’d do if something would happen to him. You still can’t wrap your head around the fact that when he took his first breath, he automatically became your first priority. You’d die for him.

You slowly drift off, and you hear Ren mutter ‘daddy’, and you feel your heart swell. He’s probably thinking about his dad again, and you begin to wonder how he imagines his father. Does Ren think they look alike? Because they certainly do, they’re practically twins.

Until you hear it again, and you lift up your head to look at your son. Yet, Ren’s eyes are wide open, and you’re paralyzed. You can’t move your head to look at the direction Ren looks.

Your eyes follow his gaze, and you nearly puke at the sight. Wide blue eyes are staring at the both of you. He takes deep heavy breaths, completely baffled at the sight that’s in front of him.

You murmur, “Satoru…”

So Ren isn’t a cat.

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[buckyalpine]

I’m going to redo this story. Here is a version I wrote that I feel is okay but I have another version in mind so I’ll write that tooo. I didn’t want to throw this away completely so maybe at least 1 person will like this 😭 @paulasocean another version is coming bb ❤️

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"Okay, I can't for the life of me remember what happened during this mission" Nat grumbled while sitting in the conference room, catching up on paper work after Fury had demanded all mission reports be handed in by the end of the week.

"Honestly, neither can I" Steve shook his head, rubbing his temples, the past few months all melting into a blur. Everyone had been running back to back missions, prioritizing actually saving people over filling out reports. "I only filled out half of it and before I could finish, someone put it away"

"Please tell me it's somewhere in this building, I can't spend the rest of the day writing about how many time Steve jumped off a roof with zero protection" Bucky groaned, most of his mission reports consisting of all the recklessness his bestfriend did.

"Go check the records room, someone probably filed it there" Tony suggested while Bucky nodded, heading down to the very bottom of the compound where there were rooms upon rooms filled with documents on every criminal and terrorist organization to exist as well as individual cases. Steve and Nat followed, the both of them wandering through the shelves where the most recent reports were, quickly locating the latest one.

"He's this big billionaire with the most advanced technology in the world and but he's keeping records in the basement like a creepy grandpa" Nat huffed, scanning the shelves.

"You'd think he'd have these all digitized by now, given how much he loves technology" Steve snorted while Bucky remained silent, preoccupied with a different row of shelves that caught his eye. His heart hammered a little harder than usual as he looked at the five full floor to ceiling shelves that were solely for Hydra. He was sure at least two shelves would be for his atrocities alone.

"Buck, c'mon" Steve patted Bucky's shoulder, already seeing where his bestfriends mind spiraled, "Nat found what she needed, let's get out of here punk"

"Just-give me a second" Bucky murmured, opening one of the drawers and flipping through the papers, swallowing thickly at some of the agents he'd recognized, ones that had tortured him to no end.

That's when another face caught his eye.

His blood ran cold, flipping through the pages faster, hoping there was some sort of mistake.

It couldn't be.

It was your face, over and over again but under a different name.

Svetlana Petrovitch

"St-Steve?"

"What is it Buck" Steve frowned, seeing the color drain from Bucky's face, taking the file from his hands, his own eyes growing wide.

"Please tell me that isn't her"

"That's y/n" Steve murmured, not understanding where there was a file on you at all, let alone why it was associated with Hydra. Bucky grabbed the filed back before looking at others, his anxiety only getting worse. "Svetlana?"

"These aren't files on those who were taken or held captive. This whole shelf is just for agents who have worked for Hydra throughout the years. They're all Hydra agents"

Bucky needed it to be a mistake, a misprint, a file placed in the wrong section, you were his whole world, you would've told him if you were associated with hydra. His mouth wen dry, clutching onto the papers as he wordlessly made his way back up to find you.

You had been gone all morning, insisting you were just going to grab coffee but now he had his suspicions. You usually always asked him to tag along everywhere but every so often, about every two weeks, you would disappear on your own for hours on end.

He'd also hear you speaking to someone on the phone in hushed whispers but he'd never once questioned it but based on what he'd just seen, he had no idea what to believe.

Who were you.

He tossed the file onto the table as soon as he saw you in the room, the tick in his jaw worrying you. You got up, making your way over to brush his cheek, freezing when he stepped away from your touch as if it would burn him. Everyone left the room, sensing this was a private moment between you both.

"Bucky, is everything okay-

"Where were you"

"I-

"Tell me where you were this morning"

Your heart sank to your stomach, the guilt plastered on your face causing his emotional turmoil to worsen.

"I-I told you I went for coffee" Your shaky voice lacked truth, only confirming his suspicious further.

"Did you work for Hydra?"

"Bucky-

"Y/n, it's a yes or no question, were you a hydra agent or not"

"I-

The fact that you hadn't said no, the fact that you looked guilty, unable to look at him directly in the face was enough to send Bucky over the edge.

"H-how could you?!”

"James, you don't understand!-

"No. No" Bucky shook his head, tears welling in his eyes, his stomach twisting in knots. "Don't. Just don't"

"Baby, please just listen to me-

"Is y/n your name? Hm?" His eyes were red from unshed tears, a part of him still desperately hoping this was all a bad dream. That his girl, the woman he trusted with his entire life, was really who he thought she was, "Or is it Svetlana. You were part of them. You probably still are, is that why you came here? Did you pretend to love me all this time just to get me back to them? Is this what all of our relationship was to you? Find a way to get the Winter Soldier back?"

"Bucky stop!" You cried out, your voice cracking, wiping away at your wet cheeks. You couldn't get a word in as he backed away from you, shaking his head, feeling disgust and confusion at the same time. His heart yearned for you but he wouldn't be able to over come this. "Please-

"There's nothing to listen to. How-how can I ever trust you again" His throat felt like it was being squeezed shut all over again, just like the days Hydra strapped a collar on him to hold him in place every time he was wiped. "I don't even know who you are anymore. I-I love you but I can't-

"Bucky don't do this, just let me explain-

"YOU CAN'T! THERE'S NOTHING FOR YOU TO EXPLAIN!" He snapped, making you flinch back. "You-you could've told me! How am I supposed to trust you?! I've told you my darkest memories and-and fuck, you would've already known, right? This was all a game to you, you would've already known everything I'd ever done. Were you part of that too? Huh? Did you also have a say in all the shit they did to me when I was under their control?"

"NO!" You shook your head, covering your ears, unable to take the words he was saying to you, never in a million years would you ever have done such a thing to the man you loved with your entire being. "Jamie, I would never, I love you, just sit down with me baby, please-

"I'm sorry. We're done. For good. I can't even look at you. You know I love you, fuck, I-do you have any way how much I love you" Bucky's voice dropped to a whisper, moving to softly cup your face in his hands, brushing away at the tears that continued to spill from your lashes. He traced his thumbs along your soft cheeks on last time, his soul feeling like it was being ripped from his body as he dropped his arms back to his sides. "But I can't do this"

He stormed out of the room without looking back leaving you torn, broken and sobbing. You ran past the others who were still worriedly waiting outside and right to your room, locking it, instructing FRIDAY to forbid anyone else from entering.

It didn't take long for you to pack all your things. You didn't have much.

You never did.

You left behind all of Bucky's Henleys that you'd stolen along with all the sweet gifts he'd bought you on your dresser; you figured he wouldn't want to see you anyway.

You had left the compound by that night.

-

Steve signed at the sight of his best friend spending another night destroying himself at the gym, dark red stains covering the leather of the nearly torn punching bag.

"No one knew?" Bucky's voice was hoarse from nights of crying and getting by on coffee and taking out his frustrations out on the gym. He'd stayed in his room for days on end, not speaking to anyone, his head and heart aching. His knuckles were split from how hard he'd been punching the bag, only to be held back by Steve who couldn't stand to see Bucky like this anymore.

"No. None of us knew anything. I spoke to Tony, those files were sent to us directly through SHIELD. When Tony ran his background checks, everything came up clear. There's gotta be more to this Buck. Why don’t you-"

"I loved her" Bucky shook his head, still feeling betrayed over all the things he didn't know. "But I can't"

Weeks went by and Bucky grew more reckless. Not having the love of his life by his side coupled by the fact that there were so many unanswered questions pushed him further and further to the edge. He hated that he still dreamt about you every night, tossing and turning in his cold bed, without you there to keep him safe and warm. You were on his mind every single day and every single part of him wanted to know where you'd gone, how you were doing, guilt starting to eat a him.

He never gave you a chance to explain yourself, jumping at you the second he thought you had strong ties with Hydra, that you were an agent yourself. He'd never even let you get a word in, breaking things off without a second guess.

To make things worse, he'd gone as far as accusing you of also being part of all the pain he'd been put through.

No one knew where you'd gone.

Except Tony.

-

"Just tell me where she is" Bucky ran his hands through his already messy hair, pacing up and down Tony's office while the billionaire sighed. "Please"

"I can't. She asked me not to and I can't break that Barnes. Plus you broke up with her, it's not like she left cause she wanted to"

The guilt that was already eating at him only worsened as he sat down in defeat, angrily wiping his face.

"Is there anything you can tell me? Something? Anything, I'll take anything at this point, I fucked up so badly"

"The most I can do is let you know if she comes back or if she wants to talk to you"

Bucky didn't press the issue more, taking it upon himself to scour the records room again to see if there was anything else on you but he came up short. There were no other files on a person with the last name Petrovitch. He never actually looked through your file properly, feeling too much anxiety from the first time he'd seen it. When he bothered to read it again, there was hardly any information, only having a few fuzzy pictures of you at the base with some other agents as well as how long you'd been there for.

There was one place he'd get his answers from.

SHIELD.

-

"Who is y/n"

"Sargent"

"TELL ME" Bucky's voice nearly shattered the glass, causing Fury to flinch while the others took a step back. After Tony didn't reveal your location, Bucky went straight to the head office, his brooding glare alone getting him instant access to the top floor. The team accompanied him for moral support but also to keep things under control just in case, everyone standing in the directors office on edge. "You kept this from me, from everyone here, I need to know, what does she have to do with Hydra"

Fury sighed, pulling out a thick file from a second safe, dropping it onto the table, shifting through papers before pulling out one of a picture from when you were young. Bucky recognized the twinkling eyes, his heart breaking all over again for the young little girl in the picture, lost and innocent.

How the hell did he think you'd been an agent.

"Y/n, y/l/n. Originally named Svetlana Petrovich by Hydra. Her birth mother had been used as an experiment to procreate more super soldiers in case the serum couldn't be replicated. The serum didn't take so she was rendered useless. Her mother was never seen again. Her supposed father was one of the many soldiers who had been given a different version of what Sargent Barnes has"

Bucky was frozen in place as Fury spoke, feeling absolute agony over the words he's said to you. Your broken face and pleading voice played over and over again, making him nauseous.

"Hydra kept the child in hopes of using training her into a weapon. She was cared for by a woman who was appointed to be her handler. She raised the child differently, without anyone else knowing. Don't ask me how she did it, we don't even have a name"

Everyone continued to listen in stunned silence while he spoke.

"Agent y/l/n wanted to escape but remained at the base to ensure no one hurt the woman who had taken care of her. She didn't go on any missions but she was trained to be one of the strongest soldiers they had, hence the images of her at the base with other Hydra operatives. She remained there until the woman's death and escaped the very same night. We recruited her a few years later"

"How do you know all this and why didn't anyone know" Steve stepped in while Bucky remained silent, trying desperately not to break down. Not only had you been born into the worst situation but you only remained there to protect the one person who was like a mother to you after you lost your own.

"I have my ways, Captain. She didn't want anyone to know. She wasn't proud of the fact that she'd been brought up in such a place. She left it all behind but wanted to use her skills for good. There's a reason she one of your top agents. She didn't learn those skills from just anywhere"

Bucky wordlessly walked out of the room, unable to sit and hear another word. His heart broke for the baby who'd been forced into Hydra's hands without a fighting chance. Yes, you had been raised by someone who wanted to love and care for you but you'd been tortured and trained more than anyone else and after you finally escaped with a life for yourself, he'd accused you of betraying him. He hated that he had come to Fury for answers when he could've just let you speak instead, letting his own anger cloud his judgement. He still didn't know where you'd disappeared to or who you'd be on the phone with but Bucky had to speak to you, no matter what it took.

-

"I'm only giving you her location because she sounds miserable and I'm assuming it's because she misses you. If she pulls a gun my head because of this, its on you" Tony mumbled, scribbling something onto a sheet of paper and stuffing it into Bucky's hand. "You better grovel your ass off"

Bucky couldn't care less about traffic laws as he swerved through the streets to get to you, his motorbike revving through the city till he reached a dingy looking apartment building. He frowned, double checking the address before parking his bike and walking to the lobby. Bucky made his way to the concierge, the man seemingly recognizing him immediately.

"Sargent, I'm assuming you're the boy she's been moping over" The man at the front desk gave him a pointed look, giving him a key and directing him to go to the top floor before he could even say anything. Bucky's cheeks reddened with embarrassment, nodding with a thank you before dashing off to get to you.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he was surprised to find the peeling and dusty hall way empty with just one door right in the middle. His heart hammered against his chest as he shakily raised his hand to knock. He could hear shuffling on the other side, wiping his palm against his jeans when he hard the lock click open.

"Baby, I'm so sorry I- oh-mam, I'm sorry, I must have the wrong address-“

An elderly woman opened the door, her eyes twinkling as she looked him up and down, taking his metal hand in hers and pulling him inside. Bucky stood in confused silence as he entered the large apartment, which was a stark contrast to the mess it appeared to be on the outside. The interior was sleek; the apartment large enough to take up the entire floor. It made sense why the whole hall only had one door. A large living area was off to the right, decorated with a mix of abstract and modern art; a lot of the pieces reminding him of things that you would paint yourself-

"You must be James" she hummed, taking him into the living room while Bucky's jaw was still hanging, utterly perplexed over where he was. "Let me get your girl"

"My girl?"

Before he could get another word in, the woman disappeared, coming back moments later, dragging you with her. You stood stiffly, refusing to meet his eyes while she huffed, giving you a gentle push towards him.

"Now you both sit and talk" And with that, she left.

"Y/n" Bucky want to fall to his knees and beg you to forgive him, his heart breaking over the way you looked at him like a stranger. The eyes that used to hold so much love, so much spark were now hollow and empty and full of hurt.

"No. You didn't even give me a chance to explain myself Bucky" You kept your voice as steady as you possibly could, your throat already starting to grow painfully tight. You weren't one to cry easily, especially after years of training to repress your emotions but Bucky was your weakness.

"I know. I was wrong, I should've listened to you, it was so wrong of me, I-It's just-I'm not excusing myself, I promise, it's just-I didn't know what to think and I'd always hear you on the phone, sometimes you'd disappear for hours and you wouldn't tell me where, I-I'm sorry I thought the worst when I saw that file. It doesn't change the fact that I didn't let you get a word in. I'm so sorry angel"

You sighed, letting your heart soften. You knew Bucky came with his own baggage of trust issues and while you'd wanted to tell him about the phone calls and visits, you worried about if any of it would make him uncomfortable.

"It was my mother" You whispered, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers, "That's who I'd call and come to see. Well my adoptive mother. Handler. She was like a mother to me"

"But-I thought-" Bucky blinked in confusion, Fury had made it clear the woman had passed before you escaped, "She's alive?"

"I helped her escape with me. We faked her death so they wouldn't come searching for her. She had been captured there to work as a nurse. We changed our names. I didn’t want her living there anymore after I left. This is her place; Tony was nice enough to renovate a penthouse for me without asking questions. Before I joined the team, we'd lay low in cheap rentals. Now I know she's always safe. The concierge is a trained agent"

Bucky felt an inkling of hope when he stepped towards you and you didn't step back. He nervously brought his hand to hold yours, letting out the breath he was holding when you didn't pull away.

"Please forgive me baby, I-I should've given you a chance to explain, I'm so sorry" Bucky squeezed your hand, his thumb coming to brush away the tear that trailed down your cheek.

"You hurt me" You whispered, sniffling. "I'm not upset that you got mad or felt hurt and confused. But you thought I was an agent Bucky. You-you thought I'd do something to hurt you" The last word barely made it out as the first sob escaped. You were able to take Bucky's hurt and confused but no the fact that he'd doubt your love for him, "Did you think I-I didn't love you?"

"No! I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry baby. For everything. For everything you had to go through, for everything I said. I shouldn't have acted like that. I should have trusted you, I know you love me, no one's ever loved me the way you do doll"

“How could you not trust me. Why didn’t you at least let me explain it to you Bucky”

“I know baby, m'so sorry" Seeing your walls crumble made Bucky's heart ache, his body moving on its own to wrap you in a protective hug. He hated to be the cause of your tears, understanding why you'd been nervous to tell him about your past. Of course you came with your own traumas from Hydra and even though he endured similar things, it still wasn't easy to open up about. "Will you please come back home? You don't have to stay in our room, you don't even have to forgive me, just- please baby"

You melted into his embrace having missed his warmth, his scent, his safe arms.

"I should have told you. I-I was scared-

"Shhh, I understand. You don't have to explain it, m'sorry i didn't know and lashed out. Please come home baby" He whispered against your hair, kissing the top of your head while keeping you pressed to his body. You nodded against his chest, too lost in hugging him back to notice your mother's watery smile or happy sniffles.

"Take me home, Bucky"

-

Of course after you'd come home, Bucky continued to earn your forgiveness, making sure you understood he'd never doubted your feelings for him. He starts to join you as well when you go to visit your mother, blushing when she calls him handsome. Butterflies erupt in his tummy when she give him her blessing while he fidgets with a ring he'd bought, keeping it safely in a velvet box for the right moment.

During vulnerable nights there are times where he needs you to hold him and nights where you need him just as much. He loves that he can comfort and hold you too, letting you pour your heart out when you feel like it or humming soft lullabies till you fall asleep when you don't feel like talking. One thing that is for sure, he'd never push you away from him again. There no one else on this earth that he loves and trusts more than you.

Once again, this version was meant to be trashed so. pls.

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「 CRIMINAL CONSIENCE 」

SYNOPSIS moving rapidly through your career as one of the leading female investigators, you never once encountered a case you couldn't crack. though you never expected for your past mistakes to come back and haunt you in the form of an ex lover, accused of murder.

pairings: criminal!beomgyu x investigator!reader warnings for tape 01: mentions of drugging/drug use. oral (f, rec), marking.

GENERAL WARNINGS ─ this story contains dark themes, portraying unhealthy and toxic relationships as well as substance abuse. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

✎ NOTE, this story is partly told in flashbacks. beware of time stamps as present and past is mixed throughout the story.

tape 01 ─ stay away from Choi Beomgyu

February 19th 2024 ─ present time 

You hated being late. You hated feeling rushed, the way things would always turn out half-assed. Yet you had turned off alarm after alarm, snoozing past at least five of them before finally pulling yourself out of bed with a groan. 

Though one glance at your phone has you rushing to your feet. There was no way you’d make it in time. Pulling on your shirt, looking everywhere for a pair of socks, toothbrush in your mouth. Having to redo your ponytail three times because your stubborn hair refused to lay flat and you’d run out of hair gel. 

One hand on the steering wheel and one applying lipstick messily all over your lips, you sway past the cars on the crowded roads. Parking was easy, you almost made it on the first try this time. 

Stumbling your way through the hallways of your office building, earning rather confused looks from your colleagues. Finally you make it to your office, your own private space. Breathing out a sigh of relief as the door closes behind you, you glance at the clock. Only five minutes late, that was 300 seconds and... 

“That’s not important now”, you sigh as you drag your feet over to your desk. There’s an unfamiliar file on top of your rather large pile. Frowning, you pick it up. Just as you’re about to open it and have a look your phone chimes. 

You bring the device to your ear, “you here yet?” Yeonjun's voice carries over the line. Rolling your eyes, you sit down on your desk, “of course, what do you honestly think of me”,  you snort. 

“Nevermind, don’t”, you then add with a groan. Your colleague chuckles on the other side of the phone. “You seen the file I left for you?”, he asks. You turn said file over in your free hand, “you left it?”. Yeonjun hums, “I need you down in the interrogation rooms in about fifteen, that okay?” 

“Of course, I’ll be there in ten”, you grin and Yeonjun scoffs, “i’ll bet”. You hang up and shove your phone in your back pocket before you make your way toward the interrogation rooms. 

The sound of your heels clacking along the stone floors fill the now empty hallway. Your ponytail swings in tune with your steps and you reapply your favorite red lipstick. Red had never been a color of your choice, but it had been someone else’s.

Another echo of footsteps join yours and soon a voice calls out, “miss y/l/n!”.  Turning around on the spot a smile finds its way to your lips, “Huening!”, you exclaim as the younger man approaches you. 

Huening had this boyish appearance that made him look youthful and innocent. No wonder so many of your female coworkers had a thing for him. Your own history of lovers, on the other hand, were far from anything and everything Hueningkai represented. 

The younger man gives you a shy smile as he hands you a mug of coffee, “you seemed to be in a rush earlier so I…”, he trails off as his gaze falls on the mug in his hand. “Well…”

“That’s very considerate of you, thank you”, you say as you take the cup from him. Bringing it up to your lips you smile, “how did you know I love lattes?”.  The tips of Huening’s ears turn pink, “I er…just y’know, went with my gut feeling…”. 

A small giggle escapes your lips, “never stop trusting it”, you say as you give his shoulder a pat. The younger man’s ears turn from pink to a flaming red as he nods. Clearing his throat he glances at the file in your hand. 

“New case?”, he asks and you nod. “I’m about to meet the suspect just now”, you say as you take a sip of the coffee. On your way you had gone through the pages briefly. To be honest you would need at least thirty minutes to just sit down and read through them. But time was a luxury you couldn’t afford today. 

Huening nods as he fidgets with the hem of his shirt, “perhaps…when you’re done, we could get lunch together?”.  It was impossible for you to decline his sweet request, “I would love to”. Your younger colleague beams as he takes goodbye of you. 

Sipping on your coffee, your red lipstick stains the cup. Eyes scan the papers one last time as you approach the interrogation room. Yeonjun meets you by the door, “you got the files?” he asks and you nod. 

“Yes, though I’ve barely had time to go through them thoroughly”, you admit as you recall your rushed morning. Yeonjun shakes his head, “don’t sweat it”. He brings out a file of his own as he reads a few main points to you. 

“23, male, brought in yesterday night at 1.22am”. Yeonjun flips the paper, “he’s under investigation for murder and attempted arson”. You nod along as you sip on your coffee, arson and murder wasn’t an unusual combination. 

“Any witnesses?” you ask and Yeonjun shakes his head, “none have come forward”. You frown, “how is he linked to the crime?”. Your colleague puts his files down as he turns to look at you, “victim’s DNA on him”. 

Your eyebrows raise in evident surprise, “really?”. Should no other evidence or witnesses surface the man would be as good as guilty already. Yeonjun nods as he unlocks the door for you, “good luck, I’m on the other side of the glass at all times”, he reassures and you give him a thankful smile as you step inside. 

Your heels echo inside the small and dark room as you approach the table in the middle of it. Not looking up from your files you slide down on the chair opposite the man. 

“You are being investigated for the murder of Park Baekhyun as well as the attempted arson against his property. You have the right to remain silent and or request for an attorney, keep in mind that anything you say can be used against you in court”, you say as you place your files down on the table. 

The man in front of you looks up and your eyes widen. His dark eyes pierce yours in such a familiar way that you almost have a hard time controlling your breathing. Lips curling into a smirk as he looks at you.

But that can't be him, it’s impossible, yet he looked exactly like… 

“Beomgyu?” 

Your mouth betrays you before your mind has the chance to stop it. Beomgyu’s smirk only widens as it exposes his shiny teeth, the same teeth that had grazed your skin so many times before. 

He lets out a short laugh, “dollface, it’s been a while hasn’t it?”. 

You want to yell, shout, cry, possibly even throw your coffee in his face. But you do nothing. The smirk on his face doesn’t falter as Beomgyu tilts his head to the side, studying you, as if trying to calculate your next move, you knew he could. 

Though before he has the chance to, the door behind you clicks open. Yeonjun enters with a frown plastered on his normally expressionless and professional face.

“You know this guy?”, he questions and you nod without taking your eyes off Beomgyu who’s smirk only widens. “Know? That’d be an understatement”. Yeonjun gives Beomgyu a short glance before he beckons you to follow him out. 

As the doors to the interrogation room closes behind the two of you, Yeonjun turns to you with a sigh. “What on earth is going on?”. You chew on your bottom lip hesitantly, “well, I sort of…we sort of….” “were something?”. You nod, “yes, something like that”. 

“It was a long time ago though”, you quickly add in a rushed tone and Yeonjun raises an eyebrow. “Exactly how long is long ago?”, he questions. 

You nervously scratch at your forearm as your gaze wanders, anywhere but Yeonjun’s eyes. “I haven’t seen him in ten months..”, your voice is hushed, shameful even. And you were ashamed, ashamed of having any sort of connection to a man like that. 

The look your colleague gave you might as well have had you resigning on the spot. “Jesus christ”, he mumbles as he runs a hand through his hair, “I’ll take you off the case, we’ll find someone and─” 

“No!” 

The words leave your lips before you even have the chance to consider them. Why? You had no clue, but you knew that you wanted─ no, needed this case. Maybe it was only to satisfy your own curiosity or perhaps it was to gain some sort of closure. Either way you knew that this case could not go to someone else. It had to be you.

Straightening your back, you glance up at Yeonjun as your arms fall to your sides. “I’m confident that I can do this”, you state as you hold his gaze. The older man gives you a look of disbelief but your persistence eventually makes him cave as he sighs. 

“Alright, but if I notice that things are getting out of hand, you’re out”. 

You smile, “thank you”. Yeonjun nods, “well then, if you’re ready then go on back inside”. 

The silence as the doors close behind you to the interrogation room is deafening. Glancing down at the table you notice your coffee cup missing. Beomgyu turns said cup around in his hands as he studies it closely. 

“You like your coffee black”, he states as you sit down opposite him. Why would he remember that? Why did your stomach jump at the fact that he did remember such a detail? You push it aside as you look up to meet his gaze, “things change”, you say as reorganize the files in front of you. 

Beomgyu grins, “not you”. He leans forward as his cuffed hands rest on the table in front of him, “you look just the same”, he mumbles as he studies your face closer. You refuse to lean back, that would mean that you were scared, that you would let him win. And you wouldn’t, not this time. 

“Well luckily we’re not here to talk about me”, you give him a small smile and watch as he leans back in his chair with a small grunt. 

“Last night”, you begin as you glance down at the files once more, “you were at present at Park Baekhyun’s property between the hours of 10pm and 1am, what were you doing there?”. 

Beomgyu bites the inside of his cheek as he grins, “cleanin’ up a mess”. You raise an eyebrow as you question him further, “what kind of mess?”. He smirks, “well certainly not the ones we used to make”. You swallow as you try to dismiss anything he says. 

“What kind of mess was my question”, you repeat and Beomgyu rolls his eyes. “One of my employees messed up, he’s new, I don’t blame him”. His eyes flicker toward the glass window on one of the walls, certainly aware of the fact that Yeonjun was on the other side, even though he couldn’t see him. 

“You gotta go easy on the newbies”, he then adds as his eyes shift back toward you with a mischievous glint. “But you would know all about that, wouldn’t you?” he smirks as his tongue prods at the inside of his cheek. 

“I went easy on you the first time”. 

He didn’t. Perhaps that was why you remembered your first encounter with Beomgyu to this day. 

March 28th 2022 

“Oh come on, don’t be like that. Everyone will be there!”, your friend Kayla whines as she tugs at your arm. You shake your head, “no, everyone you know will be there”. Finally pulling yourself from her grasp you flop back down on your bed. “It’ll just be awkward to bring me along”, you mutter. 

Though your friend won’t have it. “Well if you’re not going then I’m not either”. The bed squeaks as she takes place beside you. The two of you stare up at the ceiling of your small apartment in silence for about thirty seconds before Kayla starts once again. 

“Pleaseeeeee”, she whines as she rolls over on her side to look at you. Giving you her best pout and puppy eyes you finally give in. “Fine, but you better not leave my side”. 

The first thing Kayla did was leave your side. Running off to wrap her arms around that no-good boyfriend of hers. You swallowed a gag. The club was hot, smelled like alcohol and sex, and was absolutely crowded. 

You instantly regretted coming here. You knew no one, and without your only friend, your introverted self could count on a lonely night. Quietly making your way over to the bar, you order yourself a drink in an attempt to drown your regret. 

As you sip on your drink, your eyes scan the dance floor after your friend. Though all you could make out were half naked bodies pressed against one another. You found your eyes wandering over to the small booths by the sides of the main floor. They were secluded, but far from private. 

Then your eyes fell on him. He wasn’t your type, at least you thought he wasn’t. Maybe it was the liquor, or the overwhelming sense of loneliness you felt that night. But when your eyes locked with his, you swear the two of you could’ve been the only people in the room. 

Sprawled out on the sofa to one of the booths, two of the prettiest girls draped over him, drink in his hand, mid conversation with one of the guys next to him, yet his eyes remained on yours. 

One of the girls plays with his long dark hair as she whispers into his ear. He smirks as he brings his drink to his lips, over the rim of the glass you catch the subtle wink he gives you. Your heart skipped a beat. 

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to getting hit on. Or even just subtly flirted with, but this, this felt different. This man was far from anything you had ever laid your eyes on, you felt intoxicated but you weren’t so sure that it was because of your drink. No, there was something about him. 

So you did the only reasonable thing, you winked back. 

The man’s smirk only widened as his free hand moved up the inner thigh of the other girl. She squirmed under his touch, emitting small giggles as she leaned in to kiss at his neck. He seemed to pay her little mind, eyes still trained on yours. 

No matter how badly you wanted to, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from him. He was so… “Don’t even think about it”, Kayla mutters as she appears next to you, causing you to jump in your seat. 

“What?” you question as you finally pull your gaze from the man and to your supposed friend. She rolls her eyes as she motions towards the man, “him”. “Don’t even think about starting anything with that man”. 

You frown, “I wasn’t…”─ “oh no but you were”, she cuts you off as she orders a drink of her own. “That man is no good”, she continues as she leans against the bar, “only uses girls for his own pleasure, you’ll get hurt”. 

You scoff, “what if I only seek pleasure”. Kayla frowns as she turns to look at you, “then I suggest you seek it elsewhere, he is no good”. Receiving her drink she takes a large swig and you set your own empty glass down. 

“How do you know about him?” Kayla had never even mentioned the man to you before and you were curious to know her history with him. Your friend shakes her head, “used to be close to this one girl, then one night she’s off with him”. 

Kayla sighs as she takes another sip of her drink, “next time I see her is two weeks later, drugged out of her mind”. Your eyes widened, Kayla had never even mentioned anything like this to you, perhaps you could understand why. 

She points her drink toward the man again. His hands roam the bodies of the girls who cling to his sides as they whisper sweet nothings into his ears. “That, is what that man will do to you”, she states as she downs the last of her drink. “Besides”, she shrugs, “I have never seen him with the same woman twice”. 

Setting her glass down, Kayla pulls herself from the bar, “I gotta get back to Jim”, she gives your cheek a quick peck, “call me when you’re ready to go home, yeah?”. She scurries off onto the dance floor before you have the chance to reply. 

Sighing, you return your attention to the bar as you order yourself another round. Whilst waiting on your drink you feel a hand on your shoulder. Startled, you turn your head to be met by an unfamiliar man. He gives you a polite smile as he introduces himself, “Hwan” .

You can’t help but smile back, “Y/n”, you say and when he asks to join you, you comply. Hwan takes the seat next to yours, “how come I haven’t seen you before, you new in town?”, he asks as he orders himself a drink. 

You shake your head, “no, just not a fan of clubs I suppose..”. The man nods, “I see, then I must’ve been real lucky to catch you here”, he grins and you giggle, “indeed”. 

“You here with a friend or boyfriend?”. “Just a friend, she sort of forced me along”, you say as you sip on your drink. “So no boyfriend then?”, he asks, leaning slightly closer. 

Just as you’re about to tell him no, a tall figure appears behind him. His presence makes the hair on the back of your head stand up. Hwan, inevitably notices the man as he turns around in his seat with a frown. 

“Can I help─”, he begins but is quickly cut short. 

“Scurry off”, the man who you’d locked eyes with previously says. Hwan glances between you and the man in a confused manner. When you don’t say anything he finally gets up as he gives you a small bow. 

The man from earlier clicks his tongue as he takes Hwan’s seat, quickly calling the bartender over, “I’ll have what she’s having”. 

A small silence falls over the two of you and you nervously grip your glass. What was going on? You had certainly seen the same man with two girls all over him not less than ten minutes ago. Why was he here? With you?

Sneaking a glance at him you find him already looking at you. His eyes study your face in an almost calculating way. Though he doesn’t say anything, the smirk that etches its way onto his face gives away that he likes what he sees. 

As he gets his drink, the metal rings on his fingers make a clinking sound against the glass. He takes a sip as he continues to study your face. You shift in your seat, feeling rather uncomfortable under his intense gaze. 

“Choi Beomgyu”, he then says. The name fit him, oddly enough. Perhaps it was a bad idea to give out your own name, a piece of you, to the man your friend had previously warned you about. But this man intrigued you, almost like a forbidden fruit that you know you shouldn’t eat. Yet you can’t help but wonder, could one bite be so bad? 

“Y/l/n, y/n”, you say as you set your glass down. Beomgyu’s smirk widens. “You come here often?”, he asks and you shake your head, “rarely”.  He hums against the rim of the glass, “you didn’t really strike me as the type anyway”. 

You can’t help but frown at his answer, “then what type is that?”. Beomgyu raises an eyebrow as he glances toward the dance floor, you follow his gaze. “Her”, he mutters, “and her, her, her and her”. 

You take in the appearance of the multiple half naked girls, pushing anything and everything they could onto the nearest stranger. Beomgyu’s eyes snap back to yours, under the blues and purple of the club, they glint in an almost starlike way. 

“But not you”, he states. 

“Not me”, you agree as you finish your drink. You look at him as you brush a strand of hair from your face, “then perhaps, you’re striding outside of your usual target group”. 

Beomgyu tilts his head, “I’m not opposed to trying new things”.  

Maybe it was the liquor, or the fact that Kayla had already warned you about him, or maybe it was the way his eyes drugged you stronger than any other substance could. But you found yourself wanting more, if he wasn’t opposed to trying new things, then who says you weren’t either?

And perhaps that was why you had let him lead you upstairs. Let him close the door behind you, sealing you away from the world. Let him push you back against the soft mattress of the foreign bed. 

And maybe, just maybe that was why you had let his hands wander. The same way they did those girls not even an hour earlier. The cold metal of his rings digging into your soft thighs as he pushes them apart. 

When his lips found your neck, they were soft. You had little expectations of the man currently between your legs, however, his lips being soft, had not been one of them. And he’s gentle, a lot more than you had expected. He takes his time exploring you, as if you were an exotic and foreign artifact. Something that he had never before come across. 

His large hand cups your face as he exhales, letting his warm breath fan your face. His thumb pulls your bottom lip down before he pushes it inside. Your tongue immediately wraps around it as your eyes lock with his. 

“You’re so pretty”, he murmurs as his free hand brushes through your hair. “Pretty like a doll”,  his eyes wander down your body. “Made out of porcelain, untainted and perfect”, he whispers as he pulls his thumb from your mouth. 

His now saliva coated thumb presses against your clit in a menacing way as you squirm beneath him. “And such a pretty pussy too”, he groans as he leans down to ghost his lips over where you need him the most. 

His tongue drags between your folds, drawing moans and whines from you as you grip onto the bed sheets. As his tongue dwells deeper, Beomgyu uses his hands to roughly massage and grope your thighs, making sure to leave you blue and purple. 

Occasionally inhaling before diving right back at your cunt, his nose stimulating your clit just enough to have you see stars but never a shooting one. Beomgyu groans between your legs at the sheer taste of you. 

“Need more”, he grunts as he pulls you closer to his face. “You’ll give me more, won’t you dollface?” 

You nod furiously as your thighs close around his head. Finishing all over his face with a small cry as you grip the bed sheets enough to cause ripping. 

As your orgasm fades and all that is left are your trembling legs, Beomgyu finally pulls himself from your cunt. Nose, lips and chin coated in all of you. His dark eyes find yours as he smirks, “I like you dollface”, he states. 

“I’ll keep you”. 

And that was, exactly, how you became infatuated with Choi Beomgyu.

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Dream Warriors Chapter 1

Title: Dream Warriors Chapter 1

Summary: The reader wakes up from a strange dream in bed with her husband. Shaking off the dream, she goes about her day, enjoying lunch with her best friend; however, things may not be as they appear.

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, other original characters

Word Count: 4,124

Warnings: A bit of angst, mentions of infidelity

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published in 2018. Only 7 of the 10 chapters were ever posted. They are all written and will be published.

“Dean,” you mumble, slowly drawing from a dream. You slide your hand across the mattress slowly, eyes still closed, and smile when you reach the body next to you. It shifts, turning towards you, and you open your eyes. The deep brown eyes of your husband’s meet yours and you blink, forcing the remnants of the strange dream away quickly.

“You say something?” He asks, voice still thick with sleep. You force a smile and shake your head.

“Must have been mumbling in my sleep,” you tell him. He nods and rolls onto his back, closing his eyes again. You bite your lip, pushing yourself up to rest on your elbow, and look down at him. “Ya know…we’ve got about half an hour before we have to be up.” He nods, eyes still closed.

“I know. Why do you think I’m trying to go back to sleep?” He asks. You frown, dejected, and throw the covers off of yourself as you roll out of the bed. “Where are you going?” He asks with a sigh.

“I’m taking my shower,” you tell him, making your way across the master bedroom to the bathroom. You close and lock the door behind you before starting to undress.

When you’d married Jackson Rawlings about two years ago, you hadn’t expected the honeymoon phase of your marriage to be over so quickly. But when you’d told him you were pregnant the day after the wedding, it practically ended then and there. However, if little Ella was the only good thing to come from this marriage, it would have been worth it. She’d recently turned one and from the first moment you’d held her in your arms, she’d been then apple of your eye.

A knock on the bathroom door pulls you away from your thoughts as you work the conditioner into your hair.

“Y/N, Ella’s up,” Jackson calls through the door. You frown and slide the shower door open.

“Can you get her?” You call back to your husband.

“Can’t. Gotta go in early,” he says. You sigh and move back under the water, rinsing your hair out quickly. “And I’ll probably be late. Got another staff meeting.”

“Again?” You ask, shutting the water off. “That’s the third one this week.”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N? We’re redoing the curriculum for the entire English department. I have to be there,” he says from the other side of the door. You can hear Ella’s cries coming from the baby monitor near your bed so you wrap a towel around yourself quickly and step into the bedroom.

“I know. It’s just -,” Jackson cuts you off with a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Bye,” he says before rushing from the room. You frown as you stare after him.

“Bye,” you mumble, shaking your head slightly. You make your way across the hall to the nursery and click the light on. “There’s Mommy’s pretty girl,” you coo as you cross the room. She’s standing in the crib, holding on to the railing as she cries. You tuck the edge of your towel in carefully to keep it tightly around you before pulling her from the crib.

“Mama,” she whimpers, laying her head on your damp shoulder. You smile and press a kiss to her thin tuft of hair.

“Can Mama get dressed before breakfast?” You ask. She lets out a whine and you sigh, nodding. “Breakfast it is.” You carry her down the stairs and into the kitchen, depositing the infant into her high chair. You’re just about to start making her infant oatmeal when there’s a knock at the front door. You groan as you look down at yourself, still wrapped in the towel. “Coming,” you call, trying to pull the towel around you a little tighter. Ella starts to cry from her high chair as you rush from the kitchen to the front door. You pull the door open and can’t help the wide smile that spreads across your face.

“Mornin’ Gorgeous,” Dean Winchester, your childhood best friend, greets you. His eyes roam down your towel-clad body then back up to your face slowly. “Ya know, I generally have a rule against married women but…” You roll your eyes, but smile despite yourself, as you turn back into the house. Dean steps inside, closing the door behind himself.

“What are you doing here so early?” You ask as you make your way back into the kitchen. Ella continues to cry until Dean steps into the kitchen.

“You forgot?” He asks, glancing over at you. You stop and look back at him, blankly. “We were gonna do breakfast before I took you down to the shop to pick your car up.”

“Oh my god!” You gasp. He laughs lightly as he walks over to Ella.

“Hey, El,” he says, dropping a kiss on top of her head. She giggles and reaches for him, tears suddenly gone.

“Bean!!” She calls out. He smiles as he pulls her from the high chair carefully.

“Where’s the professor?” Dean asks, looking back at you. You shoot a glare over your shoulder at him as he walks over. His words seemed harmless enough but he never called your husband “the professor” out of respect.

“He had to get to the university early,” you inform him. Dean nods then reaches over, stopping you from mixing the oatmeal.

“How about you go finish getting ready and I’ll take care of my god-daughter?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you. You look up at him and bite your lip.

“Are you sure?” You ask, already knowing the answer. Dean looks you over again and smirks.

“I mean, I’m all for you staying in the towel but she’s going back to bed and you’re telling your dad why I’m late for work,” he says. You roll your eyes and swat at his shoulder.

“What I’m gonna do is call your mother and tell her you won’t stop flirting with a married woman,” you tell him, eyes narrowing. He watches you closely, his smile slipping.

“You okay? You usually dish it right back out,” he says. You let out a laugh and shake your head slightly.

“I’m fine. Just had a weird dream last night,” you confess, a blush creeping into your cheeks. Dean’s eyebrows raise in question.

“Tell me about it over breakfast?” He asks. You hesitate for a moment before nodding. You could at least tell him about most of it. He plants a kiss on your forehead. “Good. Now go get dressed.” You smile then rush up the stairs, leaving your best friend to take care of your daughter.

You and Dean had grown up together, your parents and his were old friends. The flirty banter had been your normal form of communication since you were teens but you’d only ever crossed that line between friends and something more once in your entire relationship. You had both been pretty drunk that night and agreed it was a mistake, not wanting to hurt your friendship.

The two of you had worked together at your father’s auto mechanic shop for a few years after graduating college. Dean eventually worked his way up to become a partial owner with your father. You had worked in the office, keeping all the accounts and money organized for them. Once you’d married Jackson, he’d convinced you to quit. He said that he was making enough money to support you both, which was true. Dean always said it was because he didn’t want the two of you together all the time, which you happened to know was also true.

You dress comfortably for the day, jeans and an old t-shirt you can’t remember buying. Keeping things simple, you fix your hair and brush on some mascara before going back down to the kitchen. Dean’s sitting at the table with Ella in his lap. She’s dressed in a dress you know Dean had bought her not long ago with a matching bow in her thin tuft of hair and her diaper bag is packed up, resting on the table.

“You didn’t have to do all of that,” you tell him, walking over and picking up the bag. He smiles as he stands, resting Ella on his hip.

“But I’m so good at it,” he says, smirking down at you. You roll your eyes at him, trying not to smile.

“God, you’re so full of yourself,” you say. His smirk only manages to grow bigger as you turn for the front hall together.

“Yea, well, seeing a gorgeous women come into the room wearing your clothes will do that to a man,” he says. You stop and look up at him before looking down at the shirt you’d put on. Of course, it was his. It was bigger and comfortable and familiar. You’d stolen it ages ago, back in high school if you remembered correctly, and never given it back.

“To be fair, I’ve had this long enough it shouldn’t even count as yours anymore,” you tell him. He laughs and shakes his head as he pulls the front door open, allowing you to step through first.

The three of you load into Dean’s old Impala, Ella’s car seat from your car expertly strapped into his backseat. He drives down to your favorite breakfast place and you’re seated at the same table in the corner you and Dean always sit at. Dean slips Ella into the high chair they bring over and you hand her a toy to play with as Dean orders your regular meal and drink. You smile as she slaps the plastic toy against the tray of the high chair then look across the table at your best friend.

“You talked to Lisa?” You ask. He frowns and shakes his head.

“No. I – I’m pretty sure it’s really over this time,” he says. The waitress brings over two steaming mugs of coffee and sets them in front of you two. You smile as you pick yours up.

“You said that last time. And the time before that,” you tell him. He rolls his eyes, picking up his own mug.

“Yea, well, last time she didn’t go out with someone else two days after we broke up,” he says. Your eyes widen as you stare at him.

“Are you serious?” You ask. He sighs and nods, looking over at Ella.

“Bean!!” She giggles, showing him her toy. He smiles at her then looks back at you. You reach across the table, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m sorry. I know how much she meant to you,” you tell him. He shrugs, squeezing your hand.

“We tried, ya know? And lately things just haven’t been the same,” he says. You nod, watching him with concern. He smiles. “So, you gonna tell me about this dream?” You make a face, pulling your hand away from his.

“It was just…weird,” you say. He nods slightly. You sigh, knowing he isn’t going to drop the subject any time soon, and look into your coffee cup. “We were these – monster hunters?” You glance up at him and he raises an eyebrow. “Like…ghosts and demons and vampires…monsters.”

“We?” He asks. You nod, running a finger around the rim of your mug.

“Me, you, and Sam. Our parents were all dead, killed by different monsters, so it was just the three of us. We lived in this old bunker or something. And we –,” you stop and bite your lip.

“What?” He asks. You sigh and run a hand across your forehead.

“We were…together,” you tell him. You expect any number of comments but nothing comes. You look up at him and you’re met with the biggest, goofiest grin.

“Did we…you know?” He asks, wigging his eyebrows. You roll your eyes.

“No. We didn’t. Something was – was off,” you tell him, trying to remember. You blink and look back at Dean to find he’s frowning. “What?”

“You’re telling me that we were together in this dream and we didn’t have sex?” He asks. Your eyes widen as you look around quickly.

“Will you shut up??” You ask, dropping your voice low. His smile returns slowly as he watches the blush creep into your cheeks.

“Awww, come on, Y/N. Not like it would be the first time we did,” he says. You’re certain your eyes are about to pop out of your head as Dean begins to laugh, throwing his head back.

“Shut up!!” You say. The two of you were the only people who knew about your little one-night stand in the past and you’d planned on keeping it that way.

“Hey, I’m just kidding, Sweetheart. That what’s got you so shaken? That we were together and something was wrong?” He asks. You shrug, looking over at Ella as she reaches for your mug. You pull her sippy cup from her bag and set it on the tray in front of her. Dean goes to say something but the sound of your phone ringing cuts him off. Jackson’s Office the screen reads as you quickly hit the answer button.

“Hello?” You ask, putting the phone to your ear.

“Hey, Y/N. Pretty sure I left my cell at the house today. If you happen to see it, just leave it. Don’t worry about bringing it or anything. Just leave it alone. Okay?” He says in a rush. You frown and nod slightly.

“Sure,” you tell him. The line clicks dead and you bite your lip, looking at the phone in your hands.

“Everything okay?” Dean asks, watching you closely. You glance at him and smile your best, nodding, as you put your cell away again. The waitress brings over your food and sets a plate in front of both of you. Dean scrapes a small serving of his scrambled eggs onto a smaller plate and sets it on the tray of Ella’s highchair. You shake your head slightly.

“No wonder people think you’re her father when we’re out somewhere,” you say, picking up your fork. Dean shrugs.

“Someone’s gotta act like it,” he says. Your hand freezes midway through cutting into one of the pancakes on your plate. Dean sighs and hangs his head. “I’m sorry. That was out of line.” You bite your lip, fighting back angry tears. You weren’t mad at Dean. You couldn’t be. You were mad at Jackson because you knew Dean was right. He’d always acted more like her father than your husband ever did. “Y/N,” Dean says, reaching across the table for your hand. You look at him and shake your head quickly.

“It’s fine, Dean,” you tell him. He watches you for a moment before looking back at Ella. She grins at him as she sticks a handful of eggs into her mouth.

“I mean, it could just be the fact that she has my eyes,” he teases, smiling over at you again. You let out a laugh and roll your eyes.

“For the last time, she doesn’t have your eyes. She just happens to have green eyes,” you say, sticking a piece of pancake with your fork. Dean laughs before continuing to eat his breakfast as well.

After you’ve finished and had your typical fight with Dean over who was paying for the meal, a fight you always seem to lose, the three of you head across town to the old shop. Your father is just unlocking the door as Dean pulls the Impala into his usual parking spot. Ella lets out a squeal and begins to kick her feet.

“Papa!! Papa!! Papa!!” She jabbers, having caught sight of your father. You laugh as you climb from the car. Dean gets Ella from her seat before handing her over to the waiting arms of her Papa. She lays her head on his shoulder and he kisses her forehead.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter this morning?” He asks, running a hand over her back soothingly. You smile as you walk over to him.

“She’s your only granddaughter, Dad,” you tell him before kissing his cheek. He winks at you.

“And Travis is my favorite grandson,” he says, referring to your older brother’s only child. You roll your eyes then reach to help Dean with the car seat.

“I’ve got it,” he says, pulling it from the back seat. He holds it up and smiles proudly. “See? I told you I’d get the hang of this thing.”

“He practiced putting it in and getting it out for an hour yesterday,” your father informs you, trying to not laugh. Dean glares over at him.

“Thanks, Joe,” he says. You laugh then stand on your toes and kiss Dean’s cheek quickly.

“That’s sweet,” you tell him. Dean smiles proudly and looks at your father, raising his eyebrows mockingly.

“He’s still just trying to win your affection,” your father says. Dean scoffs and closes the door to the Impala.

“Please. We all know she agreed to marry me first then took it back,” he says, starting towards the building. You roll your eyes as you follow, your father right behind you with Ella.

“You were 9. I was 7. And you proposed with a ring pop. You practically bribed me with candy,” you say. He holds the front door open for you and smirks.

“You still said yes. Then went and married Jackass,” he says. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Jackson,” you correct. He nods slightly.

“That’s what I said.” He winks at you and for a split second you consider slapping him. However, you don’t. You merely roll your eyes again and walk into the old building. Your father takes Ella back to his office, probably to sneak some candy to her, and Dean pulls the door closed. He sets the car seat down in one of the chairs in the corner. As he makes his way towards the counter, he stops and kisses your cheek quickly. “You know you love me.”

“Mmhmmm,” you hum in response, crossing your arms. He laughs and dashes around the counter, turning the computer on. He picks your keys up and tosses them across the room to you. You catch them with one hand, easily. “How much?” Dean rolls his eyes.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just ask me that,” he says, looking through a stack of papers. Your father comes back from the office with Ella, chocolate all over her face now.

“She found it completely on her own,” he says, handing her back to you. You laugh and shake your head.

“Because you’ve shown her exactly where it is so many times now,” you tell him. He smiles innocently and shrugs. “How much do I owe you?” Your father looks up at Dean who merely shrugs his shoulders and gestures towards you in a way that can only mean to say, “She’s your daughter.”

“I’m not making my own daughter pay,” he says. You narrow your eyes at the two of them.

“You’re lucky I love you both. I could have done it myself, I just don’t have time,” you mutter before kissing you father’s cheek. “Tell Papa bye,” you say to Ella. She giggles and waves a hand at him.

“Bye Papa!!” She says. He smiles widely and kisses her hair before planting a kiss on your own head.

“Love you, girls,” he says. You smile at him then turn to pick up the car seat but Dean’s beat you to it. The two of you go out to your waiting car where Dean easily gets the seat strapped into the backseat. He takes Ella from you and kisses her cheek before buckling her in the way you’d shown him. She pouts up at him when he does.

“No, Bean,” she whines, reaching out for him. He groans and shakes his head.

“No. Not the pout. Y/N, she’s pouting,” he says, looking over at you. You laugh and shake your head.

“She’ll get over it,” you tell him. He sighs dramatically and closes the door before turning to you fully. Wrapping you up in a tight hug, he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you, Sweetheart,” he says, his voice soft. You smile and look up at him.

“Love you too, Dean,” you say. He smiles softer and kisses your forehead.

“Call me if you need anything,” he says, letting you go finally. You nod and he reaches over, pulling the front door open for you. You laugh lightly as you get in.

“Such a gentleman. Lisa doesn’t realize what she’s thrown away,” you tell him. He laughs and shakes his head, closing the door.

You glance back in the rear view mirror to find Dean watching you as you drive away from the shop. As you make your way back to the house, your sister-in-law Kristen calls, asking if you and Ella want to have a girls’ day out with herself and your mother. You agree and meet them both at your parents’ house. The four of you spend the day out, shopping and having a good time.

Since Jackson was going to be late getting in, you stay at your parents’ house for the evening and have dinner with them. Your father invites Dean to stay as well. You know deep down that your mother and father both wished you’d ended up with him instead of Jackson. Ella falls asleep midway through dinner, exhausted from the day out. You get her back home and tucked into bed before going into your own room. And there it is, sitting on the bedside table. Jackson’s phone.

You’d honestly forgotten about the odd conversation you’d had with him earlier that morning. He’d practically demanded that you leave it alone and just ignore it. Of course, that only peeked your curiosity. You’d spent the last several weeks convincing yourself that your worst fears weren’t true. He was actually going in early and staying late to work and nothing else. But still…

You pick the phone up quickly and press the home button. The number display comes up and you bite your lip. He’d never shared his pass code with you. You start to put in your anniversary but roll your eyes, quickly deleting the entry. That wasn’t going to be it. You try Ella’s birthday and even her name to no avail. You stare at the numbers before putting in his birth year. The phone unlocks.

You hesitate for a moment, almost feeling a little guilty for not trusting your husband. But then again, if he had nothing to hide, why be so secretive? You take a deep breath and hit the messages icon on the bottom portion of the screen. The top conversation catches your eye instantly.

Chrissy

Can’t wait 😘

Your heart sinks as you sit on the edge of the bed and tap the conversation. A sob erupts from your chest as you begin to scroll through the messages. They were flirty and dirty. There was no way he could deny any of this, no way anything could be misconstrued.

You quickly gathered that Chrissy was one of his students from some messages about her being a “bad girl” in class wearing nothing under her skirt for him. It isn’t long before you scroll past a picture. A gorgeous, busty 20-something blonde in some skimpy red lingerie. You quickly turn the phone off and set it back on the table as your sobs overwhelm you.

Laying on your side, you curl into yourself. The questions begin to plague your mind, one after the other. Why weren’t you enough for him? Had he ever really loved you? Could you win back his love at this point? You could change. You could hit the gym and get in better shape for him. You could get implants and be more appealing.

As you slowly drift into the comfort of sleep, you can just hear someone calling your name in the distance. Jackson, finally home you assume. But as the voice gets nearer and more distinct, you realize it isn’t Jackson at all. It’s Dean.

“Y/N,” he calls. “Y/N, Sweetheart, wake up.” You jolt awake and sit up right in the bed. A different bed. You look around at the room and you know it well. The gun collection on the wall and pictures of you and your boyfriend on the desk are a welcome site. “Y/N?” Dean says, his voice laced with concern. It isn’t until now you realize you’re sobbing. You look at Dean sitting beside you, worry etched across his face. He’s gently rubbing your back, trying to soothe you. “What’s wrong?” You put a hand over your mouth and shake your head slightly.

“I – I had the strangest dream,” you tell him.

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”and she had the nerve to act like i was the one with the problem!” you exclaimed, waving your hand around as you spoke.

you were currently sat criss cross on the couch in you and dominic’s shared apartment. he had his hand spread out atop a pillow you had placed in between you two. on his hand, his nails were all half-dry painted pink with various designs on them.

were you good at the art you were trying to do on his short nails? not necessarily.

did he still love it? no doubt.

he nodded along with the story you were telling, letting out a breath before saying, “yeah baby, she sounds crazy.”

a smile formed on your lips, glad he agreed with you and thought the girl you had been talking about was insane.

“right?!” you added, your eyes conveying your very obvious feelings about her.

“then she got her boyfriend to text me to tell me to back off, when i didn’t even do anything!”

this made his eyebrows furrow, a crease forming between them.

“if a guy’s giving you shit, babe, tell him to talk to me, alright?” he assured, not afraid of throwing some choice words at the guy.

”oh, of course, but it was just one text before they…” you paused for a moment, looking around as if there was someone who could overhear.

you lowered your voice to a whisper, despite the empty apartment.

“broke up because she cheated on him.”

your boyfriends mouth fell open, his jaw going slack.

“no way.”

you just nodded in an i couldn’t believe it either way.

“hey, are your nails dry? i wanna paint the other hand purple!” you grinned, your demeanor quickly changing.

the purple, sparkly nail polish sat on the coffee table with the rest of the bottles you owned. he lifted his hand, inspecting it closer.

“looks it,” dom said, placing his hand on the back of the couch, making sure nothing could hit it just incase it was still a little wet.

“great!”

you quickly got to work on his left hand, wiping off the excess polish that had slipped off of his nail. you finished shortly, after having to tell him to ‘hold still’ a few times.

after you were done, you looked across to him with a sheepish smile on your face. “do you like it?”

he looked down at his spread out fingers, a soft grin flashing over his own lips. “i love ‘em babydoll. you should really do this more often,” he complimented, adoring the look on your face.

you nod in satisfaction. “just tell me when that comes off, and i’ll redo them a different color!” you said excitedly, leaning forward over the pillow separating you two to place a quick kiss to his lips.

the boy instinctively moves his hand to your back to bring you closer, causing you to jolt away and force his hand back on the pillow.

“nope. wet nails,” you said, a teasing smile on your face.

the only response you got was a soft laugh.

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4. April

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“Hey, Jayla has been too nervous to ask you, but do you want to come to her birthday party this weekend?” Jack asked over the phone, his voice raspier than it sounds in person. “We’re just having a few of her friends and family over at the house.”

Ariel smiles softly into her pillow. “I’d love to come to her party!”

“Good. Jayla has been talking about this party nonstop. She would've been upset if you weren’t able to come.”

The late night hour made her feel bold. “And you? Would you be upset?”

She couldn’t help but smile at the soft laughter coming from the other end of the phone. “Fuck yeah, you might the one I’m looking forward to being there the most.”

“Good” Ariel said with a smile and cuddled further into the covers. Ariel loved her nightly chats with Jack, each conversation he would share more about himself.

“Don’t tell me you fell asleep on me? Am I that boring?”

She fights to keep her eyes open not wanting to hang up the phone. “No, I’m just resting my eyes.” Ariel protested fighting back a yawn.

“Go to sleep, I’ll stay on the line.” Jack said fondly, his voice luring her to sleep.

***

The week came and went and it was officially the day of Jayla’s birthday party and Ariel was ringing the doorbell of a beautiful 2 story home.

She could hear the sounds of kids screaming and laughing. Moments later Jack opens the door with a big smile, stepping aside so that she could walk in. Before she could greet him, Jayla was running up to her. “Miss Love!” she said, hugging her jean clad legs. Crouching down in front of her, she wraps her arms around Jayla giving her a hug. “Happy birthday, Jayla!”

She gives her a huge smile that mirrored her father’s before taking her hand and tugs her through the house. Ariel couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder at Jack, and give him a small wave before following her. She was confused at first when Jayla pulled her into the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, Jayla?”

Jayla motions towards her hair. “Can you redo my hair? Daddy only really knows how to do buns and a ponytail, I want something different!” Jayla said with a small pout, and nervously playing with the KY necklace around her neck.

“Of course, we have to make sure the birthday girl looks the best!” Ariel said without a second thought and patted the stool that was in the bathroom and motioned for Jayla to sit.

Smiling at Jayla in the mirror, she says “ok so how does the birthday girl want her hair?”

Tapping her finger to her chin, “I think I want to wear it down!”

Ariel nodded before adding “Easy enough, how about we do half up, half down? That way you don’t have to worry about hair getting in your face.”

Jayla nodded and clapped her hands in excitement. At her approval Ariel got to work.

Taking her hair out of its ponytail, Ariel grabbed the water bottle from the counter to hydrate her curls, making sure to explain each step. Ariel started separating the coils and curls to make sure she didn’t miss any.

She then grabbed the coconut water leave in conditioner to moisturize the hair. While she turned to grab a hair tie she could see Jayla turning her head back and forth bouncing her curls, making her smile. Ten minutes later Jayla's hair was perfectly half up/half down, with the curls falling down her back, a butterfly clip to match the theme of her party.

Jayla softly touched her hair, smiling wide at herself in the mirror. Turning around she gave Ariel a huge hug. “Thank you soooo much, Miss Love! I love it!”

Hugging her back just as tight, “Anything for the birthday girl! Now, come on, let’s get back to the party!”

***

Jack might have gone overboard with the party, but he was finding it hard to care when he saw how happy Jayla was. Usually they would spend birthdays with just the two of them and then the following day they would go to his mothers house to celebrate again, but this year Jayla wanted a party.

Jayla was fascinated with butterflies and wanted that to be a theme. So Jack got to work and searched everywhere he could to find butterfly decorations. He paid way too much money on the butterfly balloon arch that was setup by the dessert table, but the beaming smile on Jayla’s face was worth it.

The party goes well into the afternoon, Jack smiles watching Ariel interact with all his family and friends. With the genuine smiles on everyone's faces he knew they loved her. For some reason, knowing that they loved her took a weight off his shoulders.

While he was more comfortable having the party at his house, there was still a relief when everyone started to leave. After trying to push Urban and his mother out the door, both of which tried to drop hints how much they loved Ariel. He closed the door with a sigh, shoulders finally dropping.

Ariel stayed behind to help clean despite his protest, sweeping and picking up leftover plates and cups. “Hey, you really don’t have to stay behind to help. You’re a guest.”

“I clean up after 15 kids every day of the week. I don’t mind.” Waving away his concerns and throwing more trash in the trash bins.

As Jack helped clean, he couldn’t help but stop and watch how freely she moved around his home. He could see her being a permanent fixture in Jayla and his life. When she arrived and Jayla dragged him away, he managed to find them in the bathroom. The giggles as Ariel did her hair gave them away. Outside of his mother, Ariel was the only woman in Jayla’s life he trusted. He loved that Jayla trusted her enough to ask her to do her hair.

After taking the trash outside he watched as Ariel fussed over Jayla, making sure she put all her gifts away, she did it without a single complaint.

It didn’t take long for them to finish cleaning. Jayla, still in her party dress, was spread out on the couch, nodding off. Jack walks over to lift her up, Jayla’s face pressed into his neck. “I’ll be right back.” He whispers to Ariel who simply nods.

Side stepping all her toys and gifts she received today, he carefully placed Jayla in her bed. She snuggles under the overs as he brushes his fingers across her hair. “Happy Birthday, baby girl.”

Jayla gives him a sleepy smile. “Thank you daddy. I had the best day.”

All he could do was smile at her, before leaning down to press a kiss to her head. Just as he was about to get up to leave the room Jayla spoke again.

“Ariel, read me a story?” She sleepily requested. The use of her first name didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Let me go ask her, ok?”

Jack walked back down the stairs to the living room, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hands. Ariel gave him a bright smile when she saw him.

“Hey, the birthday girl wants you to read her a story” Jack said leaning against the wall of the entranceway. Jack loved the way her eyes lit up at the request, bounce in her step as she followed him back to Jayla’s room.

His heart begins to feel tight in his chest as he watches Ariel sit on the edge of her bed, just like he would, grabbing a book from her bookshelf.

Jack had never thought about anyone joining their little family. In the last four years, the few dates he’s been on. Nothing fazed him. Content with the way things were. Then walked in Ariel Love. Now all he could think about was her joining their family.

Her voice was soft but animated as she read the book to Jayla. He watches them from the doorway, smile on his lips. He could watch this every night. Ariel’s face warms as she looks up and finds Jack looking at them with a fond smile.

Jayla was fighting to keep her eyes open as Ariel closes the book. She pushes her now wild curbs behind her ear before whispering a goodnight and one last happy birthday. Jayla gives her a sleepy smile.

When Ariel goes to stand up, Jack walks back over saying his own goodnight. Pressing a kiss to Jayla’s head. “I love you.”

Ariel waits for him at the door as Jack checks to make sure Jayla’s night light was turned on, before leaving the room.

As they made it back to the living room, he motions her to the couch. Both letting out quiet sighs as they sit down.

Turning his head to look over at Ariel “Thank you.” Thinking he was thanking her for coming to the party and helping with the cleaning she replied “No, thank you for inviting me. I had the most wonderful time. You have the best friends and family!” Ariel told him with a smile.

He smiled hearing that she loved his family but he shook his head, that’s not what he was thanking her for.

“I meant, thank you for everything you do for Jayla. Today for example, you did her hair today with no questions asked.”

Jack stops her as she tries to wave him off like it was no big deal. Reaching over to grab her hand, so she could focus on him. “It’s a big deal, and seeing you in my home and laughing with my family today made me realize how I don’t want you to leave.”

Ariel looked at him in surprise, butterflies in her stomach. “Really?”

He smiled at the shocked expression on her face. “Yeah, I haven’t dated anyone since Alyssa but I really like you. A lot. You’ve become such a fixture in not only mine but Jayla’s life as well.”

Ariel smiled at that. The moments they’ve shared over the last few months made her want more. She wanted to greedily take everything Jack would give her and more. It scared her how much she wanted to be a part of his and Jayla’s life.

“I like you a lot too Jack. I know you haven’t dated since Alyssa but we can take our time. We don’t have to rush into this.”

Jack let out a sigh of relief at hearing her say that, tightening his hold on her hands.

“How are you so…perfect and understanding?”

Her face felt warm again at the statement, “I don’t know about perfect…”

“Well, you’re pretty damn close.”

Ariel just playfully rolls her eyes. “Like I said, let’s take this slow. The school year is over in a couple months, how about we just continue to get to know each other, and go on dates. When the school year is over we can go from there.”

Jack nodded in agreement. The next two months would fly by, as he tugged at her hand lightly, and shifts on the couch to pull her in closer, he knew he wouldn’t need the full two months to decide if this is what he really wanted.

“When’s the last day of school?” He asks her

“June 12th.”

“Going to mark that shit down in my calendar.”

Ariel leans into him with a soft laugh and he smiles. There was no place he’d rather have her be, than in his arms. June 12th can’t come fast enough

***

AN: I know I said the last chapter was my favorite but this one might top it just a little. Thank you everyone for all the love you guys show for this series. We only have two chapters left after this one 🫣 As always tell me your thoughtsssss :)

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[anakinlives]

I love that in TCW (currently watching all of it for the first time) there are people who refer to Anakin as Master. Makes me sad as well because we all knew he was going to get the official rank (& bc it has such a nice ring to it but we don’t get it :( ), he just needed to be a bit more patient and prove the council wrong. Not to say they weren’t partially at fault but Anakin threw it all away. Windu who was probably the biggest opposition to him getting the rank in ROTS said ani would gain his trust if palps was indeed the sith. HE REALLY WAS RIGHT THERE. Earlier obi wan saying he’d become a master soon , he was already the youngest ever to be on the council ( even though that was due to palps plans….). painfully literally THEE last time obi speaks to ani before Vader starts overpowering. Watching the Voyage of Temptation (szn 2 ep 13) rn and hearing obiwan say master skywalker got me..

also adding this Reddit comment I saw a bit ago that I think makes sm sense and I hadn’t really thought about it like that. There was a time where I blamed the council mainly (after palps ofc) but I knew Anakin still struggled massively with emotions. In a way I was angry or upset with the council and that clouded my own logic that he wasn’t emotionally ready. Growing up has put much into perspective and in a way to me makes his fall so much sadder. He was a good person and wasted his potential. he didn’t confine in obiwan due to jealously and even with the fear being kicked out I sincerely doubt obi would have turned Anakin in, he’s literally the chosen one and it would not be beneficial for the Jedi to do that. he wasn’t thinking rationally bc his thoughts were clouded. he thought it was too late when it really wasn’t. He was definitely a victim but he also made his own choices and fell to his darkness.

Regardless Ik this all happened the way it did because the after was already written and we wouldn’t have the starwars we have and love today but part of me also would have liked to see what the story would have been had the prequels existed first ( a what if would still be cool but I’d love to see live action ani & obi save the galaxy maybe redo the order and see what Luke and leia do)

id probably have more to add in regards to this all bc ik the council does some shady things and Anakins character is more in dept but I haven’t finished TCW yet so I’ll come back to this when I’m done :p

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[clumsiestgiantess]

Part — what is this.. four of the ‘tiny in the cold’ story! (wow that’s a lot more than the oneshot I intended it to be; thanks for the support!) @entomolog-t it’s back!

[Alice’s pov]

My alarm clock buzzes obnoxiously to my left, but for once I’m not annoyed by it.  I need to get up; it’s exam day.  The exam starts… NOW!  “What?!  I-  Oh my god, I set the alarm for the time I needed to be there!  I’m going to be so late!”  Dashing through the house, I shove a blueberry muffin into my mouth, throw my coat on, grab my bag, and speed out the door.  Jabbing the elevator button every half a second, I practically pounce into the empty space once the doors open.  Thank goodness there was no one in here.  From the moment I step into the lobby, the rest of the trip is a blur.

My brain only finally starts working about a half-hour into testing.  Miraculously, they made an exception and let me in.  I’d blamed my lateness on the slick ice lining a few of the roads instead of my own confusion, and the proctor believed me.  I mean, technically it is the truth.  I was a bit slower coming here because of the ice, though not by much.

Thankfully, this is one of my easier exams.  Even with my grogginess, I have extra time to look through — and redo — the parts I’d done in my half-asleep mind.  I finish the edits with a mere minute to spare.  There are a few quick celebrations between me and a few of my friends who were also taking it, then I head back home.  One final down, four more to go.

My schedule from then on would be to rinse and repeat over the next few days — eat a meal, study, eat another meal, study, maybe sleep, then go back for another test.  When I go to bed that night, I double check that I changed the alarm to give me some time to actually get up.  

That next morning, I have enough time to eat breakfast and glance over my notes before heading back out to yet another exam.  It had snowed overnight, and I hurriedly brushed it off the windshield before heading out.  I actually made it here a bit early!  Maybe I can go see if Terri-  

“Wait!”  I flinch.  Who’s voice is that?  “Please!  I-”  The strange voice stops as abruptly as it started speaking.  Immediately, I turn in my seat, scanning the back for any sign of another person in here with me.  A tiny-sounding whine directs me to the floor.  “What the hell?”  There’s.. a small.. thing moving around down there, halfway tucked inside a beanie that I’d lost a while back.  “Am.. Am I hallucinating?  I can’t!” I yelp suddenly, remembering where I am, “I have exams; I can’t be hallucinating during exams!”  The little — very humanlike — thing collapses to the floor.  I knew I should’ve gone to bed earlier.  This isn’t real, right?  That’s a palm-sized person on the floor.  I rub a hand tiredly over my face and look again.  They’re still there.  “Holy shit.  You’re.. real.”

Leaning down over the console of the car, I twist myself around so I can see them better.  They’re shaking so badly.  “Are you alright?” I ask, worry beginning to gnaw at my stomach.  “How long have you been in my car?  You must be freezing!”  Their little head nods very slightly.  “Are you another person?”  They flinch, and I regret my last question.  Of course they’re a person.  They just spoke to me.  Quietly, their voice rasps out, barely audible.  “I’m a person.  Please don’t leave me out here again.  I- I don’t know if I’ll be able to survive this time.”

My stomach sinks horribly in my chest.  How long has he been stuck out here in the cold?  He’s so small; he’ll freeze so easily.  “O- Of course, yes; I won’t leave you in here to freeze!” I gasp.  “Do you mind if I.. umm.. pick you up?”  I don’t have time to try to warm him where he is on the floor.  I doubt he really needs the extra fright of me trying to handle him, especially because he already seems so desperate, but if I don’t leave soon, I’m going to be late twice in a row.  One time I can get away with, but twice and I’ll probably get in trouble, or worse, kicked out.

A tiny head shake — no, he wouldn’t mind it.  I let out a relieved breath.  I honestly have no idea what I would’ve done if he’d refused.  Leave him here?  Out of the question.  Pick him up anyway?  That would be horrible of me.  Give him the choice to either come with me or be left here?  That just sounds like a threat.  Thankfully he’s either willing enough — or desperate enough — to trust me.

Carefully, I reach down for him, sliding my fingers gently beneath him and guiding his tiny body into my hand.  He squirms against me as I tighten my grip slightly in order to lift him.  My heart skips a beat; his hands grip my finger tightly — shaking and icy cold.  Poor thing.  I wish I had more time to help you.  I lift him upright and slide back into my seat slowly so I don’t jostle him.  Hesitantly, he chances a glance up at me.  “I’m gonna keep you in my pocket, ok?” I ask, though I know it’s more like telling him what I’ll do with him than actually asking.  It hurts my heart in a strange way, recognizing that.  “I.. really don’t have time to deal with this right now, but you’ll be plenty warm there.  I’m so sorry, but I have to go.”  A quick apology will have to suffice until later.

Lowering him into my pocket and dropping him carefully onto the bottom, I reach for the door handle.  However, I flinch away from it as a cry tears through the car.  “It’s ok; you’re alright!  I’m not gonna-”  “It’s too hot!  I need something colder!  Please!  It burns!”  His cries get louder and more pained.  In an instant, I reach in to pull him out and he rushes for my fingers, clinging tightly to them.  I freeze, unsure if I should move with him so close.  “Th- Thank you,” I hear him gasp.  Still, I’m frozen.  What do I do if I can’t leave him in there?  He’s shaking so awfully against me.  His little body is almost drenched in sweat from struggling with the pain for so long.  Will he be alright?

“You’re.. you’re ok now?  Like that?” I ask worriedly.  He nods, face nearly pressed against my palm.  “Ok.  Try not to yell like that anymore unless it’s an emergency.  I don’t need to be kicked out of the testing room and searched.  Who knows what the punishment is for sneaking a tiny guy into the room, or what they’ll do with you for that matter.”  Now is really not the time to find a tiny person struggling for life, but I’ll do my best to help him.  If that means leaving the testing room on account of some fake ‘emergency’ to help him, then so be it.  I’d rather keep him alive over anything else.

Once I’m sure he’s comfortable, I step outside.  Every single movement I make becomes calculated with him in my pocket.  What if I walk too fast and hit him accidentally?  What if I sit down and crush him?  Did I put lotion on my hands this morning?  He’s sitting tucked right against my palm.  It would feel so cute if it wasn’t a literal tiny human sitting there.  My hands are peeling from the cold; is that the one with the torn skin or is that-  No, it’s this one.  My worries just start to fade as testing time officially starts and I focus on the questions in front of me instead of the ones in my head.

However, about an hour later, I feel light pressing against my fingers.  The tiny person’s hands shove at me until I move away.  Confused and worried, I take my hand out of my pocket and inconspicuously glance down.  His little face peers up at me and nods slightly, assuring me I’d done nothing wrong.  Oh, he’s probably warmed all the way up by now!  Returning to my work, I try not to dwell on anything.  Still, relief floods my system knowing that I’d saved him from what might’ve been the end of him.  He’ll be alright now.

Finishing the exam, I’m one of the first people out the door.  Finally, I can talk to my tiny stowaway.  Once I’m in the car again, I gently pull him out of my pocket and hold him out in the palm of my hand to get a good look at him.  As soon as I unfurl my fingers, he tucks himself into a tight ball — his heavy frightened breaths press against my palm.  “Hey, little guy?  I’m sorry about basically ignoring you earlier.  Finals are this week and I really need them to go well,” I try to explain.  “Are you alright?  You’re warmer than before; that’s good!  I hope my pocket wasn’t too claustrophobic for you.”

In small hesitant movements he gets up from his fetal position and sits on his knees on my palm, staring up at me with wide eyes.  It’s strange — his clothes seem to be hand-stitched — his hair mussed and tangled.  Bringing him just a little closer, I can count at least two different scars by just glancing over him.  How long has he been small for?  Did he shrink, or is he just.. something else entirely?

My thoughts are interrupted by his voice.  It’s much stronger now, and a lot clearer with him held up closer to my head.  There’s still a strange smallness about it that makes goosebumps dash along my arms.  “I- I’m ok,” he answers me.  I exhale in relief, and become entirely conscious of how the single breath ruffles his hair like a slight breeze.  “Thank goodness; I really hoped you weren’t beyond saving.  You were super cold when I found you, barely moving.  Speaking of which, why were you in my car to begin with?  And how in the world did you manage to shrink?”  Compared with his few words and tiny voice, I feel almost like I’m speaking over him talking so much, though it doesn’t seem like he has much to say.  The guy’s probably stunned enough by the scale of everything.

I watch his brows furrow in deep thought, and for a moment I believe he’ll tell me he didn’t even shrink.  Perhaps he was magic.  But if he is, wouldn’t he have been able to save himself?  “I.. don’t remember.  I can’t remember what happened before I shrank, but I’m definitely a human.  Just smaller.”  Oh.  Oh!  Oh no, poor thing.  He’s probably been stuck so small for so long because he doesn’t even know where he is!  No memories, stuck small, freezing weather — no wonder he was desperate for help.  And now he’s begging me just to see him as a fellow human.

“Of course you’re still human!  Being smaller won’t change that!” I assure him, inadvertently cupping my hand a bit closer around him.  “I promise I don’t mean you any harm; I just want to make sure you’re ok.  Come on, I’ll take you back to my place — get you something to eat.”  I reach to put him away, but pause.  “Oh, I’m Alice, by the way.  Do you.. remember your name?”  He looks frightened for a moment.  “I don’t really remember much.”  That’s horrifying!  Not even your own name?  I don’t say that, though.  He probably already knows.  “I can try to help you remember it, but if you can’t, I guess you can try out a new one for the time being.”  He nods, relief settling some of his features.  Placing him down in the cupholder beside me, I head for home.

The drive is horribly silent — which I can’t stand.  I know my little companion probably needs time to think through some things now that I’ve finally noticed him.  Why haven’t I noticed him before?  Has he been in my car for a while?  Realization dawned on me that he’d really have to be an excellent climber to be able to get in.  He’s so small that the space between the edge of the car door and the ground must be over twice his height.

“Soo..” I begin awkwardly, “I do have a question you might know the answer to.”  The little guy looks up at me, seemingly startled out of thought.  “How did you get in my car?”  His face pales, and he looks.. frightened?  “I.. I snuck in yesterday morning.”  “You climbed up all the way into my car?  Why?”  He turns guilty away from me, like I caught him in a lie.  But why would he lie about how he got in here?  “Uhh.. it was cold outside.  Your car was warmer.. at the time.”  Is he just embarrassed that he got stuck in here?  It must’ve been rather freezing when it snowed yesterday.  He.. could’ve died in here — alone!  I’d have found his body whenever I next went to clean out my car.

“Oh!  I locked you in here and then everything froze last night!  Poor thing!  I’m so sorry!  I wouldn’t have left you here like that if I’d known you were in the car!”  I feel so awful for believing he was trying to lie.  Poor little guy was probably just having a hard time talking about it.  The thought of his near-death while I wasn’t even there just occurred to me now, but he’d actually experienced the bitter cold that had likely come close to killing him.  Of course he’d be nervous thinking about it.

Trying to change the subject, I begin ranting about finals.  It’s the next thing on my mind I can think to talk about.  I make it all the way back to my apartment, then turn to my tiny passenger.  Flattening out my hand, I leave it gently on the center console right beside the cupholder he’s sitting in.  “Here, hop on and I’ll bring you inside,” I tell him, “Would you like something to eat?”  He nods, climbing up and sliding slowly and hesitantly into my palm.  Even if he’s been tiny for quite a while, getting picked up by someone so much bigger than you must be a crazy terrifying experience.  I slip him in my pocket as I step outside.  I can’t risk someone seeing him, it just.. feels wrong to flaunt him around in the open for people to ogle at.  He probably doesn’t want the attention drawn to himself anyway.

I let him out again when we’re safely behind the closed door of my apartment.  Gently, I set him on the counter by taking off my whole jacket and putting it down.  He’d been so frightened when I’d plucked him out of my pocket earlier, and I didn’t want to frighten him again.  Patiently, I wait for him to come out to the countertop.  “What would you like?” I ask kindly.  He glances around the room, then points to the pantry.  “What do you have in there?”  Shrugging, I wander over and peer in.  “Well, let’s see.. we have soup crackers, some cheese puffs, popcorn, mac and cheese — but I’d have to cook it first, obviously.  “Oh!  But I think you’ll like- ” Glancing back at the counter to see if he was interested in any of it, I find that he’s disappeared from view.  

“Hey, umm.. little guy?  Where’d you go?” I ask, stepping around the counter to the other side.  He’s not there, either.  I lift up my coat, but he’s still not there.  “Where- Where’d you go?!  This isn’t funny!  You can’t just disappear!”  Unless…  I gasp and quickly scan the floor.  Please don’t tell me he fell off.  I- If he fell…  “Hey!  Please come back!  I- I’m not that scary, am I?  Why’d you leave?  I don’t-”  I don’t understand; there’s not a trace of him on the floor or the counter.  “Come back!  Whatever it is you’re frightened of, I’ll change it!  Please don’t run off and get hurt somewhere!  If you want to take care of yourself, that’s fine!  Just.. please let me know so I don’t think something happened to you!”

Hours tick by as I scour the floor and countertops, searching for my little missing guest.  All the while I call out various comforting things, trying to convince him to at the very least let me know that he’s alive.  Still nothing.  I can’t find him, and something tells me he doesn’t want to be found.  By 4:00 in the morning, there’s still no answer, and I go to bed without one.  I try to go to sleep, but all I can do is lay down and stare at the ceiling trying to listen for the sounds of something small moving around.  Only at about 6:00 in the morning do I finally fall asleep for a good two hours before my alarm startles me awake.  At least I don’t have an exam today.  I just have to study.

I trudge down the hall to the kitchen and freeze.  He could still be on the floor somewhere.  Continuing my trek with much more caution than before, I make a bowl of cereal and sit down numbly.  I stare out at nothing in particular; thoughts jumble in my head.  My lack of sleep and my severe rise in anxiety combined to cause an awful feeling in my head.  My stomach also started to feel the effects, and I left the kitchen only a few spoonfuls of food fuller than I had when I walked in.

Studying didn’t help my mood much, but every time I took a break from it, my mind would wander back to the tiny person potentially wandering around my home, too scared to ask for help when he likely needed it.  Lunchtime came and went — I wasn’t hungry.  I tried studying again by watching a few videos my professor posted.  Those didn’t seem to make sense to me, and my anxiousness morphed into an ugly frustrated anger.  “No!  What?  How?!  I used the same formula and everything!  What the heck?!”  Crumpling my paper in a messy ball, I can already feel an angry scream building in my throat.

As quickly as my anger emerges, however; it fizzes out.  My scream comes out as a sob and I fall against my desk.  Nothing had gone right for me.  Finals week is the absolute worst week for my luck to run out.  “I’m gonna fail,” I whisper, “I can’t do this.  Why is everything going so wrong?  I just wanted to help him; why’d he run away?  I feel sick.  What if he’s hurt somewhere and can’t call for help?  What if he’s too scared to call for help?”  Tears fall down my face and sobs wrench out of my throat in gasps.  My empty stomach roils painfully as I cry.

“Alice!  It’s ok, I-”  At the sound of a voice too small to have come from any normal person, I whirl around in my seat, furiously rubbing my eyes so I could see through my tears.  I can’t find him on the floor, just like the night before, but I know I heard the tiny person I’d rescued.  “Hello?” I call into the seemingly empty room.  A voice responds.  “It’s.. It’s ok.  It’s me, the ‘little guy’.”  I gasp a relieved breath, then stand, peering around the room for where he might be.  His voice is so small I can’t tell where it’s coming from.  “You’re… alright?” There’s a long silence, then: “Yeah.”

“Oh thank god!”  I breathe fully for what feels like the first time in days.  “You made me so worried for you!  Are you hungry still?  I- I know you haven’t eaten in a while since you.. ran off when I tried to get something for you.”  I myself felt like I was starving.  I could only imagine what he might be feeling.  I’m kept waiting for a long time — so long that I’m afraid he’ll leave if I don’t say something.  Steadying my voice with another deep breath, I offer an apology.  “Look, I’m sorry I scared you off…  I don’t know what happened, but I’m willing to work with you to try and get your memories and your old life back.  I can’t imagine how terrifying it is to suddenly be so small, not even knowing how you got that way-”  “Stop.”

I do, though I’m scared of how hollow his voice sounds.  “That’s.. a lie.  I remember everything just fine.”  Has he given up on finding a way back to normal?  Does he remember something awful that he hasn’t told me?  No wonder it felt like he was lying to me.  “So.. you just didn’t want to tell me how you shrank?” I ask, a bit confused.  “No.. Alice, I- I never shrank.  I’ve always been this way.”  My mind goes blank for a moment.  “Y- Wh-  H-” I stutter, only half-words forming on my tongue.  “I’m not human, Alice.”

He’s…  He’s what?  Slowly, I approach the bookshelf in front of me — where I can hear his voice now that he’s spoken enough for me to locate it.  Kneeling on the floor, I gently bend down to peer beneath it.  I’d already checked all the shelves to no avail.  There’s a small crack in the baseboard of the wall behind the shelf.  “Is that why you left?” I ask softly, “I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.”  His voice becomes a bit harsher.  “You promised the tiny human me that you wouldn’t hurt me,” he corrects.  I blink confusedly, slowly connecting the dots.  “You thought I would go back on my word if I knew you were lying to me?  Or you just.. thought that I wouldn’t care because you’re not human?” 

But that’s awful!  Does he really think I would do that?  My distracted gaze flits back to the crack in the wall.  He’s there — standing in a position like he’s ready to flee at any sign of aggression, but he’s there.  “I promised you that I wouldn’t hurt you.  You.  No matter who or what you were.”  His expression shifts guiltily, and he glances away from me.  “I’m a bit upset you wanted to lie to me about… everything.  But I can’t be mad at you for being scared of me.  I won’t ask you to talk to me anymore if you don’t want to, but just know, I’m glad you’re alright.”

A small smile edges along his face as he turns back to me.  Carefully, the little.. person steps out of his hiding place.  “You- You really mean that?” He asks, “You don’t care that I’m not one of you?”  I exhale a tiny laugh and shake my head.  “Of course not, don’t be silly!  You’re safe here, I promise.  I understand if you want to go home, though.  You probably have others of your kind to get back to, and I’ve accidentally trapped you in my house.”  His steps falter and guilt briefly dashes across his face again.   “Well, about that…  I kind of.. live here.”  

Do I know anything about you?  As he relayed what really happened, it turns out I really don’t.  The only thing I do know about him that’s correct is the fact that he can fit in the palm of my hand, and of course the fact that he’d been freezing to death when I found him.  Beyond that, it’s like a whole new world just opened up to me.  I guess that makes sense, though.  He is an entirely different species, which is insane to think about.  I always thought we’d find human-intelligent beings on another planet before we ever found it here again.

“I actually did remember my name,” the little being — he told me he’s a borrower — confesses after talking to me about his life beneath my floors.  “It’s just.. not really a human-sounding one, so I couldn’t exactly give you it.  My name’s Fennel, but I mostly just go by Fen.”  “Fen?” I ask.  Well, it certainly isn’t a human-sounding name.  I offer Fen a bright smile.  “Nice to finally really meet you!  How long have you been living here.. with me?”  His eyes trail off in thought, “I moved in after you were already here, but you were still unpacking things, so I don’t think it was very far off from when you moved in, too.”  So we’ve been living here together the whole time?!

“Where were you living before?”  Fen shrugs, “Eh, another apartment in this building.  The new people were too loud, so I moved out.”  Wow, I wish I could’ve done that in my last apartment.  I had to wait for the lease to expire.  “I wish I could just pack up and slip into a new home whenever I have problems with the neighbors,” I tell him, mind already wandering to what I would do at his size, with his freedom.  

“It’s harder than it seems,” Fen sighs, “I have to rebuild a livable space for myself every time.”  Oh, right.  Maybe I wouldn’t want to be a borrower after all.  I sit back upright and my back cracks loudly as I do.  “Hey, if you don’t mind, can you maybe come out from beneath there?” I ask, “It hurts my back to try to bend all the way to the floor to look at you.”  

He’s hesitant, but Fen slowly makes his way over to the edge of the bookshelf.  When he finally steps out from beneath it, I gently lay my hand in front of him palm-up, like I had in the car when I took him inside.  “Can I hold you?  Please?”  This feels like a dream.  Did I even find you, or did I fall asleep trying to study?  To my relief, he gives me a slight nod.  I watch in awe as he climbs up onto my palm — hands and feet no bigger than a fingernail.  With Fen safely in my palm, I slowly and carefully lift him up to my face to ensure I’m really awake.  

Concern crunches my eyebrows together.  He has an empty fearful look, staring blankly through me with tensed muscles.  “Fen?”  His hands dart to his head, ducking beneath them for a tiny bit of safety.  “Are you ok?” I ask softly, “You look sick.  If this makes you uncomfortable, I can put you back down.  You didn’t have to get on.”  I can hear him breathing hard, but he stammers: “I- I’m alright.”  Shaking my head, I cup my other hand around him gently.  “You aren’t, though.  You’re shaking.”  With all the caution l can muster, I lower the pad of my finger against his chest.  Just as I thought, his breaths rise and fall heavily against my finger — even his heartbeat thunders rapidly against it.  He’s so.. delicate.  Sitting in my hand like that, I just can’t describe the feeling in any way besides tiny and fragile and alive.  

My eyes water in a sudden rush of relief, and I gently bring him to my chest, hugging his tiny form the best I can without crushing him.  I finally feel relieved for the first time that week.  “It’s alright now,” I exhale.  Holding him there, I can feel his breathing slow and he relaxes in my light grip.  Guiding him out in front of me again, I watch him curl up sleepily in my palm.  His back presses softly into my cupped fingers as he blearily looks up at me.  Awww, why does he have to look so cute like that?  I’m sure he’s exhausted.

Glancing around the room, I notice that one of the smaller blankets on my bed had fallen to the floor.  I scoop it up and place Fen down on my desk.  He stumbles off, and I have to quickly grab him and lower him down before he falls face-first on the wooden surface.  I bundle up the blanket so it’s reminiscent of a little mattress and pillow, then place it in the corner of my desk.  Fen sleepily trudges over and slides into it.  Checking to make sure he wouldn’t fall over the edge of my desk by blocking off the side with a book, I settle down and begin re-working the math problem that had gotten me so worked up earlier.   Just as I finish it, Fen rolls over in his makeshift bed and mumbles something quietly.  Get some sleep little guy; goodness knows you need it.  I need it too, but more than that, I need to eat.  After checking the problem against the key — I’d solved it correctly that time — I snuck off to the kitchen to make myself a quick meal before returning to my work.  With Fen sleeping on my desk, I had to plug in my headphones to listen to the videos, but that didn’t bother me much.  I had to stop yelling so much to avoid waking him, but I needed to calm myself down anyway.  It wasn’t long after finishing the worksheet that I fell asleep right there against my desk, with my tiny roommate sleeping soundly beside me.

#originally planned to post this for the size-swap prompt for GtWAC #unfortunately it was definitely not going to be ready by then #But here it is now! #g/t #giant/tiny

[anaslair]

I’m a straight Bengali girl (daughter of Aphrodite), who’s a little chubby and has a lot of acne scars (both of which I’m insecure about, though, I’ve been staring to like my acne scars lately). I wear glasses and without them, the world around me is very blurry. I’m pretty shy and nervous, so I sort of have trouble speaking to strangers or people I don’t know well. But once I’m comfortable around you and we mutually see each other as friends, I’m able to show you my chaotic side and feel comfortable saying some pretty wild things. I also make quite a few sexual jokes. Though I am more comfortable to speak freely with my friends, if I’m in a relatively big group that consists of my friends, I get really nervous speaking in front of all of them, so I opt to talk to individuals rather than the collective. I crave for physical affection but I never ask for it because I’ll feel bad if I get rejected of such, so I’ll wait til someone decide to give me affection. I’m a huge romantic fan and love reading romance stories or fanfic, and I love men who are completely obsessed with you. If I’m going to be honest, I feel more attracted to depressed or sad men rather than happy or cheerful men. I love eating food, but don’t really like eating in front of people much cause I always feel like I’m being judge for the way I eat even if that’s not actually the case. I can’t help it, so I prefer to eat alone. My favourite food is chicken curry and rice! I have trouble keeping eye contact so I usually look somewhere else while talking to people, but I do occasionally (while in the conversation) do make eye contact. There are times where it takes time for my brain to process some situations or dialogue, and I have an awfully memory. I also hate reading out load cause my brain takes time to process the words on the paper for me to read out load, so it makes me say the words out load slowly and almost choppy, you know? I love my friends very much and always love to hang out with them, even if we are simply in a room together only doing our own thing. I just like being in their presence. Though, once my social battery runs out, I’d like to be alone in my room (though, I I have a romantic partner, I wouldn’t mind them being with me). I’m always open to be their for my friends if they are down and listen to their problems, but not good at verbally comforting them, so I’m open for providing them physical comfort such as a hug or rubbing their back if that’s what they want. If I don’t anything embarrassing, I will constantly think about the moment for years and best myself over it and mentally redo that whole conversation or action in a way better way that I should have done to have not embarrassed myself earlier, you know? I very kind and often give people the benefit of the doubt, and I’m sort of a pushover, but I’m still able to say no to situations that make me uncomfortable.

I love reading, drawing, and creating ocs and world building. I’m such a mythology nerd, especially when it comes to Greek mythology (I have many books about these myths). I absolutely hate bugs and because of them, I hate being in forests and such cause I always get swarmed by them. I’m also afraid of the dark, so when I sleep, I leave my door open and the hallway light on.

My matchups are usually long like this so that’s why they may take a little while to come out 🥸 pls bear with me guys 🫶

Hope you like it anon!! Have a great day and tysm for requesting!!! <3

I match you with…

Luke Castellan!!

(Let’s all collectively join hands and pretend he didn’t die 🫰)

After the second titan war was officially over, Luke went through a lot before finally being able to return to camp

He did literally stab himself to end Kronos’s reign of terror, so after a long fight discussion amongst the gods, it was decided he should be given a second chance at life. A brand new start

Not without cleaning his mess first though. He was assigned by the gods to send a load of monsters he recruited for Kronos back to Tartarus, while simultaneously healing from his fatal wound

Even under Apollo’s direct care, the injury left a huge, nasty scar on his body

Honestly, he preferred facing whatever punishment Hades had for him in the Underworld than helping any god. But he owed everyone (specially Annabeth and Thalia, his real family) an apology and to make things right

So he killed a shitload of monsters, (complained the whole time)

When he finally got back to camp, he almost couldn’t believe how much it had changed. The place was PACKED with new campers (and they were not all cramped in his cabin like usual 😱)

And there were twice as many cabins too??? for the smaller gods???

Was he at the right place?😀 Was he actually dead?🧍‍♂️

Took a lot of explaining for him to believe he wasn’t

The thought of demigods not having to go through what he went through was incredible, but hard to believe

A bit bittersweet for him too

On top of that, it took a lot of time and effort to regain everyone’s trust on him

Even with all the new space available in the Hermes cabin, he had to sleep on the ground for a long time before his siblings let him have a bed 💀

He had to prove himself for a long time before everyone started opening up to him again

Slowly but surely, it started to happen!! Annabeth and most of the campers got back to speaking terms with him, Thalia visited sometimes and Percy was still a little sus every time they interacted (specially when Annabeth was in the room🤷‍♀️) but it eventually got better

It wasn’t the same as before of course, which made him feel…lonely most of the time. It wasn’t perfect, but he was grateful for at least not being completely ignored

Travis and Connor even stole a new pillow for him after a while of him sleeping without any 👏

Soon enough, life was almost normal again (as normal as a demigod’s life could get)

He did live with an imense sense of guilt and had recurring nightmares about what happened, accompanied with sharp pains on his chest, right where he stabbed himself

But it was a small price to pay for all the pain he caused, he thought

Eventually, he became head counselor of the Herme’s cabin again and Chiron gave him permission to teach sword lessons to the newest campers.

Life was as good as it could get for him, for sure

Though it definitely got a million times better with you in it

You were one of the new campers, practically Luke’s age when you arrived, which got yourself urgent self defense lessons with Mr. Castellan himself

He was the ideal person for the job, being the best swordsman on camp and all

Chiron also knew Luke had a way of making newcomers feel welcomed, being used to do it with practically every new kid in camp before the war

So, as Luke made his way to your first lesson, he tried to come up with a way to politely ask you how you survived all this time without proper training-

Only to give it up as soon as he laid his eyes on you

Of course you were a daughter of Aphrodite, you were drop dead gorgeous. Probably survived all this time outside camp by using the power her kids inherited, charmspeak

All of that was going through his head while he intensely stared at you without saying a word 🗿

Making you nervously eye him back 👁️👁️

Noticing you were getting anxious, he snapped out of it, the very tip of his ears getting slightly red

Quickly introducing himself as your new self defense teacher, he offered a hand for you to shake

To which you did after a bit of an awkward pause, nodding at his words. He seemed like a confident, nice guy

He took it you were a bit shy so he made sure to try and not to make you uncomfortable while teaching you some basic sword moves and techniques

You were doing your best to keep up but honestly felt like straight up dying everytime Luke asked you to repeat a move

The sword was heavy and the afternoon was hot, making you sweat profusely

That’s when everything went downhill :)

Your glasses just wouldn’t stay still in your face, the sweat making them slip down your nose every time you tried a new move

Right as you were about to swing your sword for the millionth time, your glasses fully fell off your face, making you flail the big weapon around uncontrollably

Coincidentally chopping a good amount of Chiron’s tail off, who was just passing by to check on your progress

Chiron promised he needed a new trim anyway, but that didn’t stop you from apologizing almost a thousand times and sitting down with your face buried in your hands

The situation amused Luke profusely, but he could also tell you were seriously beating yourself up about it

So after thinking for a while, he gently tapped you on the arm, showing you small scar he had on his forearm

He told you it was from his first ever sword lesson, but it wasn’t caused by a sword

When you gave him a confused look, he told you it was a consequence of accidentally poking a Pegasus’s bottom with a sharp weapon

You tried not to, but you laughed right at his face

Which made Luke smile as well, you had a cute laugh

After that, you slowly started opening up to your sword teacher, who actually got attached to you pretty quickly

Y’alls friendship was honestly precious oml, he absolutely LIVED for the fact that you were completely unhinged when y’all were alone, which got both of you a lot of inside jokes

When you first made a sexual joke in front of him he was completely shook

You were in the middle of training, making him accidentally cut a whole training doll in half after you said it

Who knew that something like that could come out of a shy person like yourself

He laughed and threw a dirty joke right back at you, but his ears were completely red in the process

The first time he had one of his pain streaks next to you he got really stressed out, not really wanting to talk about the origin of his injury

Partially because it was tremendously hard for him to talk about his past, but also because he was afraid you’d hate him for it

But you never pressured him to say anything, just sat beside him with a hand on his back for support, furrowed brows in concern as you waited for his pain to pass

He absolutely adored you for that

He didn’t feel alone anymore

He’s a naturally attentive person so he can always tell when you’re uncomfortable in social situations, always making sure that everything you’re saying is getting the correct amount of attention, even if he was the only one listening to it

Everyone knew he kind of had a soft spot for you (totally unrelated to the crush he was developing on you)

He always went easy on you at sparring lessons, just to absolutely humiliate whoever was next against him by winning in seconds

He sneaked food into your cabin when you absolutely could not stand eating with everyone else at the dining pavilion

(anyone else would probably get caught in the act and get absolutely wrecked by the harpies, but he was a son of the god of thieves so 😋)

Kept you close during capture the flag, not only to keep an eye on you but also because he absolutely LIVED for the fact that you were more scared of the bugs than the monsters who lived inside the woods

You dealt with the monsters and he jabbed all the bugs on the way, you made a pretty good team

It was pretty obvious he had a thing for you, everyone knew about it but you apparently

I mean, he stole got you a whole deck of mythomagic cards because he knew you were totally obsessed with mythology, the guy was pretty much down bad for you pls 😩

And honestly, you felt the exact same way

It was pretty clear in the way your face got full on red every time he had any type of physical contact with you

He adored it and absolutely did it on purpose just to get a reaction out of you

He wanted to let you know how he felt, he really did

But on top of not wanting to risk your friendship, he was deathly afraid you’d absolutely despise him after you found out about his past

It was only a matter of time anyway, but he was going to avoid it as much as he could

Although you found out way sooner and it went WAY better than he expected

It was a warm night and you were awfully quiet, more than usual

It wasn’t because your social battery went out. No… he knew something was up by the way you hugged yourself tightly, touching your face from time to time

He asked if you wanted to hang out by the beach for a bit, to which you silently agreed

Y’all sat in silence for a while, Luke giving you concerned side eyes from time to time

He eventually spoke up, saying you could talk to him about anything you wanted to, he’d listen

Your eyes watered a bit. You breathed out and eventually told him that some days, you had a bit of trouble accepting your current weight and your acne scars

You told him you were working on it but some days were harder than others

Honestly, he was bamboozled lol

He could never imagine someone as beautiful as you had those kind of insecurities

Before even thinking about it, he said you were absolutely perfect in his eyes

It was the first thing he thought when he met you actually

You almost choked on air bro WHAT

Your face was COMPLETELY red, about to explode🚨

Ears fully red after realizing how he slipped, he quickly continued, telling you that he also understood how you felt

He touched the scar he had on his face, lowering his hand to touch the one on his chest right after

You knew something bad had happened to him. But you also knew he had to tell you on his own terms

You just softly repeated what he told you

“You can talk to me about anything you want to, I’ll listen”

His eyes met yours and you were surprised by how much sadness they held in that moment

He shifted his gaze from you to the sand, taking handfulls of it just to let it fall from his fingers as he told you about his past

He told you everything

“You can… cut contact with me if you want to, I’ll understand-“

He was suddenly interrupted by you hugging him

He was surprised to say the least, arms slowly closing around you after some time as he let out a shaky breath

You both sat like that for a while before you told him that none of what he said changed the way you felt about him, everyone deserved a second chance

Wait

The way… you felt about him?

Oop

He pulled apart from you gently, still holding you close in front of him

“Exactly how do you feel about me?”

You had no choice but to confess, face fully red and straight up stuttering the whole time

He smile was HUGE oh my gods that little shit was enjoying every second of it

When you finished, you were trembling a bit, afraid you just ruined the best friendship you ever had

Imagine your surprise when he slowly leaned in, kissing you

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson books #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson imagine #the heroes of olympus #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #chalice of the gods #percy series #matchups #fanfic #fanfiction

[meowthefluffy]

An update on my unfinished au’s!

I have over the last few months fallen deeply out of love with the Sanders Sides series and as a result I have not updated any of my projects in some time. At the current point I am at I am only planning to do the final two installments in the cupid au (because I pretty much lost my affection for the ts series right before the big finale of the project!!) and the lust Roman au (as it is my longest running work to date and I want to comple the project as a show of dedication to my younger self) although it will most likely be on a much quicker time scale than I was intending originally! (Instead of the 11 more parts I was hoping to produce it will probably be closer to 5 and I will most likely skip a few parts of the story that weren’t as important)

I feel a lot of affection for the work I have created but not a lot for the actual series so I’m trying to find a way to rework the stories I’ve created for the au’s to become independent creations that I will enjoy continuing to make! (Aside from the Lust au which I feel is mostly a story I don’t feel the need to come back to/rework since it relies so heavily on the source material) Most of my au’s function as stories mostly separate from canon material except for the characters archetypes present in each, so I’ll be working on retooling/reskinning said work to be more original and workable as long term projects! (Since u guys were really invest in my plots which had almost nothing to do with the canon characterization)

I’m currently working on retooling the Zombie au (Which I used as heavy inspiration for my oc Sophia I sometimes post about and her girlfriend) the Cupid au (I’m putting together more creative designs for the characters so that I can hopefully redo the comic- since I’m super in love with the concept) The sleeping beauty au (since it functions entirely the same as a stand alone story- and I could use the designs of my princess characters from that comic I made a long time ago for Valentine’s Day ) and the Super hero au! (Which I never properly defined and thus have a lot of incomplete ideas for, and my only struggle is coming up with better super hero names for them)

The only one of my main au’s I probably won’t rework is the Evil king au- just because I’m not sure how I could retool it to not just be a story about abuse(I feel more comfortable creating a story where everything is horrible and bad and the people involved are just bad for eachother when it’s an au- because there is other work of those characters where they aren’t that way to balance it out- but if it were my own new characters I feel as though it wouldn’t be nearly as fun to read or write)

This is a series of decisions I’ve been trying to wait on for a long time because I have been hoping something sanders Sides related would come out soon that would re spark my interest but nothing so far has happened- and with the way the story is going I don’t think it’s something that is going to happen. I still love all the work I have created for this fandom and I am so proud of all the collaborative projects I have been able to create with you all! I will happily re-read your asks and comments on my comics and I am still really proud of the community I’ve been able to create!

I’m sad to let this part of my life go (it’s taken up a solid 4th of my lifetime) and I understand that a lot of you all won’t follow me to my new projects- because I understand you guys didn’t come here for random oc projects- or original comics. And Altho it breaks my heart to see some of you move on and leave my notifications I am happy I the time with you all that I did!

Thank you all for everything- and I’ll see you soon 💖

#Im going to use the Prinxiety tags so that more people will see this post- since I am one of the bigger Prinxiety centric creators) #prinxiety #ts roman #tsvirgil #virgil sanders #cupid! au #sanders sides #roman sanders

[spicy-picklez]

hey just wondering for a future ✨smut✨ chapter if could do where

reader going through lessons and stuff

and someone or something piss her off so she decides to skip last lesson and Larissa get email that she not in the class so Larissa messages her as her where she is but we open the message and leave her on open because to annoyed to answer and Larrisa sees the we left her on open and decides to get open with her  binoculars and see if she can spot us and she does so texts again somthing like “i see you cometo my office love”

so we do and as walk in she ask whats wrong because she visibly so we’re pissed off

and we start explaining but get more and more angry while explaining so start shouting whats wrong and Larissa get up and like comes of to us and asks us to calm down but instead calming down we get more angry and step forward being on inchs away from each other face and say something like “NO” and started shouting at her now

so Larissa decided to remind us whos in charge of us in the only was she knows to get it across us

so Larissa grabs up by throat with slight pressure telling us to “drop are attitude “ or “watch are tone with me” which makes us gulp and go silent for few seconds but then we decide to test our luck and say “make me”

which then leads Larissa to show us whos boss and well you know f^ck it out of us

like with all the degradation kink and praise kink and any other kinks 😳😅

Bro I can’t even tell you how much I loved writing this. I did change up a couple of details but I hope you like it :)

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Rainbow after a Storm P13

Includes:

Rough sex, fingering, thigh riding, edging, teasing, degradation, domination kink, ownership kink, praise kink, cunnilingus, light restraints, marking kink, soft Larissa moments at the end bc I can’t live without them.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x 18yo female student

Summary:

Larissa finds out you’re not in class and reminds you who you belong to when your mouth starts running itself into punishment.

Word Count:

2.2k

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A/N: I’m sorry for such a short chapter compared to my usual ones but I have a few things to do tonight. I might have to put this series on a short pause until next week as I’m moving houses on Saturday. I’m also trying to apply classes at my polytech as younger me fucked up by dropping outta school before getting my level 2s.

I’ll definitely still be writing, so please send in oneshot requests for me to do. I’ve got some for Miranda Hilmarsson which I’m excited to start working on and I’ll have to redo my Masterlist to accommodate for stories including other Gwen characters so any requests you have, please send them in. :)

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Larissa’s eyes widen as she reads the subject line of Marilyn’s latest email. Hurriedly opening the message, worry surges through her veins as her eyes skim over the words.

From: Marilyn Thornhill

To: Larissa Weems

Hi Larissa,

I’m just emailing to inform you that Y/N hasn’t shown up for Botanical Science. Xavier and Wednesday are claiming innocence as to her whereabouts.

Best wishes,

Marilyn Thornhill.

“Fuck.” The singular word is sharp under Larissa’s breath as she pulls out her phone.

L♥️: Hun, are you ok? Where are you? I’m worried about you.

Feeling your phone vibrate from inside your blazer pocket, you already know it's her texting. You have no idea how you’re supposed to reply to that. You can’t exactly say you’re fine, she’ll never believe you. After many failed attempts at replying, you end up deleting your half-typed message, turning off your phone.

Opened. Larissa’s fears increase as she watches the three dots of you typing disappear. Where are you? Opening the top drawer in her desk, she pulls out her binoculars. Glancing out the window, she lets out the breath she didn’t know she was holding when she sees you.

L♥️: Please come back darling. I can see you, you look freezing.

Reading her text, you have to admit, the wind was getting to you. Sighing, you wrap your blazer around you as you turn back to the school grounds. Gusts of wind attack your face, no doubt leaving pink marks all over your cheeks. It’s a sweet relief the moment you enter the building, warmth returning to your body.

Opening up the door to Larissa’s office, she turns around from her spot at the window. “Come on love, talk to me, what’s going on?” Worry is evident on her face as she looks at you. Nervously swallowing, your hands cross over your chest as you walk up to her. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” A soft smile grows on her lips as she comes over to you. “Love, it's obvious, at least to me, that you are anything but fine. I also don’t have the ability to stop worrying about you. So come on, spill.”

Taking a deep breath, you exhale sharply. “Alright, fine. I’m fucking sick of going to botanical science every goddamn day. I have no interest in it but yet I’m always the one picked on by Ms Thornhill to answer every fucking question there is. Bianca, Yoko and Divina always make the entire class a full hour of torture. Yet I’m always the one getting in trouble.” Larissa’s eyes dart down to your hands, watching them as they clenched into fists, your emotions overtaking your body. “I’m fucking sick of that fact that everytime I stand up for myself, Ms Thornhill always fucking sends me away. I’m sick of the feeling that I’m falling behind in class. I’m fucking sick of that incompetent fucking narcissitic prick of a teacher-.”

“Love, calm down..” She steps closer to you, trying to lower your increasing volume.

“No I’m not going to fucking calm down Riss! This is my fucking everyday life. Every day I go to class, every day I get fucking picked on, and every goddamn fucking day, its always me getting in trouble for it. I’m fucking-.” Your sentence is cut short as her hand roughly grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at her. Her eyes are filled with lust as she stares down at you, making your core heat underneath her gaze. “Are you sure you want to finish that sentence? I said, ‘calm down’, love.” Her voice is thick with desire, your heart rate increasing. Your eyes sparkle with a cheeky glint, a smirk growing on your face. “Fucking make me Riss.” Quiet but certain, your voice leaks with pure desire as you say this, knowing exactly what she’ll do to you.

Her lips crash onto yours, dominant and firm. Her hand still on your jaw, the other one shuts her laptop, putting it into a drawer. Guiding you backwards, she lifts you up onto the desk, her free hand roughly grabbing your hip. Her fingers grasp the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. Pulling you to the edge of her desk, she takes a seat in her chair, lowering her mouth to your clit. Your head flies back as she flicks her tongue over your sensitive mound, a low growl emitting from her throat as she tastes you. “I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to, I think it’s high-time I remind you.” Her long fingers slowly slide through your entrance, immediately finding your sensitive spot. Your hips buck against her tongue as she flattens it against your clit. Her arms curl under your thigh, bringing your legs up to rest over her shoulders as she increases the pace of her fingers.

Her name falls off your tongue in a breathy moan as she pulls your clit between her lips, sucking it into her mouth. “That’s it, keep moaning my name like the gorgeous slut you are.” She murmurs, her voice vibrating over your sensitive mound, eliciting a string of moans from you. Your hands find their way to her hair, pulling her head closer to your heat as she slides a third finger into you, your cunt stretching around her. Your hips start involuntarily grinding against her as she continues to thrust her fingers inside you, hitting your sensitive spot with perfect precision. She can tell you're close by the way your legs start twitching on her shoulders and the heavenly moans sounding from your mouth. Just as you’re about to topple over the edge, she withdraws her fingers from you, a desperate whine escaping you.

A smirk pulling at her lips, she looks up at you, her mouth mere centimetres away from where you need her most. “Beg.” Heat rises over your cheeks as you look down at her. A gasp escapes you as she runs her tongue from your entrance, stopping just short of your clit. “Please, Riss. I need you-.” That’s all she needs to hear, her fingers thrusting deep inside you as she sucks your clit into her mouth, her tongue flicking over your sensitive mound. “Who do you belong to?” She growls, her fingers bringing you to orgasm. “You, Riss, I belong to you.” A string of moans are elicited from your mouth as your legs shake on her shoulders, clamping tight against her head, releasing over her tongue. She doesn’t slow down however, her fingers continuing to curl against your g-spot. She gently nips at your inner thigh, drawing the sensitive skin into her mouth as her tongue grazes over the bite wound.

Her mouth returned to where you needed it most, her tongue flicking up and down over your clit. Her name falls off your lips like a broken record as moans escape you. It isn’t long before you begin to reach another orgasm, your legs trembling uncontrollably on her shoulders, her grin growing wider as she devours you with an undying hunger. “Larissa, please…” The desperate whine leaves your lips as she pulls away before you can reach your tipping point. Bringing her lips to yours, you can taste yourself on her tongue. Lifting you off the desk, you wrap your legs around her waist. Your arms are over her shoulders, one hand at the back of her head, deepening the kiss as she walks through to the next room. Your tongues intertwine, working together to elicit moans from the both of you. Slamming the door shut, she throws you onto the bed, quickly undoing her light green button up shirt. Her hands are desperately reaching for the hem of your school jersey, lifting it over your head.

Grabbing your tie, she lifts your head to hers, pressing your lips firmly together as your hands pull down her skirt. Now in just her lingerie, you take a moment to admire her. The same shade as her lipstick, the red lace highlights her body perfectly, hugging every gorgeous curve on her body. Her hands expertly unburden you from the rest of your clothes, everything landing in a pile on the floor as she pushes you back onto the bed. Breathing heavily, neither of you have any intention of stopping. Her hands trail everywhere over your body except where you crave her the most. You can feel yourself pulsing from over-stimulation and desire. Flipping her over, you grab her arms, pinning them above her head as your hips start grinding over her bare thigh.

She can feel your liquids on her thigh, her eyes narrowing as you flip her over. “What are you doing?” She knows exactly what you’re doing and absolutely loves it, not that she’d ever admit it to you. “Using you.” You say, burying your lips in the crook of her neck, still stimulating your clit on her thigh. Sucking at the sensitive skin on her neck, she gasps, a string of moans escaping her. With a desperate gasp for air, your legs begin to shake uncontrollably as you reach a sweet release, your juices dripping down onto her leg. Your free hand trails down the edge of her jaw, down her neck and along her collarbone before making its way to her breasts. Bringing her nipple in between your thumb and forefinger, you gently twist it, her back arching as a moan escaped her lips. Doing the same for her other nipple, your hand lightly grazes down her stomach and over her hip bone. Gently running a single finger down over her entrance, you shudder hearing how wet she is for you.

Bringing your finger to your mouth, you suck off her coating as she watches you, her body squirming with desire underneath you. “You taste divine, my love.” You say before letting go of her hands, positioning yourself in between her legs. Reaching your tongue out, you lick from her clit down to her entrance, letting the tip of your tongue slip inside her. Her hands desperately grab for your hair, pushing you further into her dripping core. “Patience darling.” You murmur, a smile pulling at your lips as you run your tongue back up to her clit. “Don’t test me Y/N.” Her voice is low, full of desire as she says this.

Wrapping your arms around her thighs, you grin, blowing a soft breath of air over her sensitive mound. “Y/N..” Both a warning and a moan, her grip tightens in your hair as she says this. Pressing your tongue over her clit, you begin to slowly trail around it in circles. “Y/N, I swear to fuck-.” Her threat is trailed into a moan as you push two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit her sweet spot. “Hm? What were you going to say darling?” A grin pulls at your lips as you begin to focus your attention on her clit, her free hand grasping at the blankets on the bed. “Fuck you.” She breathes, her head flying back onto the pillows as a loud moan escapes her. Your fingers still curling in and out of her dripping core, your tongue flicks over her clit, switching between sucking and licking. Your free hand gently presses down on her lower abdomen, feeling your fingers through her skin. Your name sounds like heaven as it falls off her lips in a breathy moan. Flicking your tongue over her clit, you begin writing out your name.

Her hips buck against your fingers as her legs start trembling. “Don’t stop.” She gasps, her hand in your hair pushes you further into her core. You grin as you continue to curl your fingers inside her, your tongue stimulating her sensitive mound. A loud gasp escapes her before a string of moans falls off her lips. Pleasure ripples through her body as she screams your name, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes fling shut as her thighs wrap around your head. Both of your chests heavily rise and fall which each breath as you give the inside of her thigh a gentle kiss. Bringing your fingers into your mouth, you lick up every last inch of her delicious secretion, moaning at the taste. Your lips trail up her body before gently placing themselves on her own swollen lips. Her arms wrap around you, pulling your bare skin closer against hers.

Unlike the dominating, rough kisses you’d earlier exchanged, this one was soft, sweet, loving. Your legs tangle with each other as your lips tenderly brush over hers. Breaking away, you marvel in her beauty. Her gorgeous blue eyes stare into yours, her once neat hair is now messy and falling out of her usual updo, her soft pale skin marked with your love. She looks more beautiful than ever. “You look absolutely stunning, my love.” She whispers, her eyes full of adoration for you. Tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ears, you place a tender kiss to her lips. “You, mi corazon, always do.” Letting yourself roll off her, you wrap your arms around her exposed figure.

You love being in her arms, it always makes you feel so safe and loved. The warmth of her soft skin, the tender kisses placed on each other's foreheads, the silence saying a thousand words. You would gladly spend the rest of your life like this, wrapped up in a blanket of her.

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#larissa weems #larissa x reader #principal weems #nevermore #forbidden love #forbidden romance #woman x woman #gwendoline christie

[brother-emperors]

Very strange and random question, but would you mind directing me to your character design of Hermes? I'd also love to know if you have any tips on creating good character designs. If not, no worries!

Thank you for sharing your amazing art! The style is so good, and I always enjoy reading your comic strips. ❤️

I’ve drawn Hermes properly like, once before I think? in this comic! there’s another illustration of the same kind of scene with him, but I’m not a big fan of it and I’m thinking of redoing it sometime this year

ANYWAY character design advice! the Team Fortress 2 school of design will never steer you wrong (recognizable silhouettes), and one teacher I had personally liked the ‘opposites’ rule of character design, where you want some kind of noticeable ‘opposite’ of a character if you’re mostly doing pairs in a scene (so tall > short, that kind of thing). I personally adhere to whatever I think suits the narrative best/in a fun way. like, Crassus and Pompey are set up specifically for the story I have in mind

Pomepy is supposed to (eventually, it takes him a minute) be bulky enough that he could fold Crassus in half like laundry if he felt like it, and Crassus is supposed to look tall and thin, but he’s more lean muscle and could probably break your jaw if he hit you, and the subtextual narrative is about exploring all the ways they DON’T touch each other in the acts of violence that their bodies would be suited for, which is in total defiance of what comes before them, and also after (Antony and Octavian have a similar visual pairing, and it’s all physical violence there, baby)

in other news, I have a hard time figuring out a consistent character design until I figure out the story I want to tell lmao

there’s more about figuring out repeat draw ability vs complexity, balancing out overall design shape with accessories, clothes conveying personality and intent (character design work is a whole specialty tbh), but I tend to be a little more laid back about it because I’m more interested in prying open the story and then designing characters as the story comes together. like, sometimes I’ll shove a century of art history discourse into something, other times it’s Actor Hot, Show Rearranged The Circuits In My Brain, etc. but at the end of the day, I want it to work with the story, so I do these things side by side.

if you want more solid advice than this nebulous mess of thoughts, interviews with costume designers for movies or shows you enjoy is always always always a fantastic place to go to if you really want to understand how clothing and form convey intent and narrative to an audience: I keep a lot of that kind of theory in the back of my mind when I start seriously figuring out what I want a character to do, and by extension, how to look. interviews with animators and comic artists are good places to learn abt character design too!

#true detective s1 with the leather jacket scene was honestly life changing like oh this is how you tell a visual story with PUNCH #finger those holes Marty #ask tag #my big ‘look out’ advice is the tendency people have to over accessorize everything like if EVERYONE has ten million #cool things they are wearing then you have created visual sludge. nothing stands out. you’ve made a gacha game character #I say this with affection and disdain as a honkai star rail player #many of them look the same bc it’s the same level of over accessorizing. blah.

[fanfictionalraven]

Coming Soon...

Below you will find a teaser for the first chapter of my upcoming story, Dream Warriors. It was a story that I started back in 2018 on my old account but never finished. The masterlist will go live Saturday, March 30. The first chapter will go up the following Saturday, April 6th. Every chapter will be posted on Saturdays. I will start a taglist for the story if anyone would like to get updates. Thank you for all your support so far!! Enjoy.

“Dean,” you mumble, slowly drawing from a dream. You slide your hand across the mattress slowly, eyes still closed, and smile when you reach the body next to you. It shifts, turning towards you, and you open your eyes. The deep brown eyes of your husband’s meet yours and you blink, forcing the remnants of the strange dream away quickly.

“You say something?” He asks, voice still thick with sleep. You force a smile and shake your head.

“Must have been mumbling in my sleep,” you tell him. He nods and rolls onto his back, closing his eyes again. You bite your lip, pushing yourself up to rest on your elbow, and look down at him. “Ya know…we’ve got about half an hour before we have to be up.” He nods, eyes still closed.

“I know. Why do you think I’m trying to go back to sleep?” He asks. You frown, dejected, and throw the covers off of yourself as you roll out of the bed. “Where are you going?” He asks with a sigh.

“I’m taking my shower,” you tell him, making your way across the master bedroom to the bathroom. You close and lock the door behind you before starting to undress.

When you’d married Jackson Rawlings about two years ago, you hadn’t expected the honeymoon phase of your marriage to be over so quickly. But when you’d told him you were pregnant the day after the wedding, it practically ended then and there. However, if little Ella was the only good thing to come from this marriage, it would have been worth it. She’d recently turned one and from the first moment you’d held her in your arms, she’d been then apple of your eye.

A knock on the bathroom door pulls you away from your thoughts as you work the conditioner into your hair.

“Y/N, Ella’s up,” Jackson calls through the door. You frown and slide the shower door open.

“Can you get her?” You call back to your husband.

“Can’t. Gotta go in early,” he says. You sigh and move back under the water, rinsing your hair out quickly. “And I’ll probably be late. Got another staff meeting.”

“Again?” You ask, shutting the water off. “That’s the third one this week.”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N? We’re redoing the curriculum for the entire English department. I have to be there,” he says from the other side of the door. You can hear Ella’s cries coming from the baby monitor near your bed so you wrap a towel around yourself quickly and step into the bedroom.

“I know. It’s just -,” Jackson cuts you off with a quick kiss on your cheek.

“Bye,” he says before rushing from the room. You frown as you stare after him.

“Bye,” you mumble, shaking your head slightly. You make your way across the hall to the nursery and click the light on. “There’s Mommy’s pretty girl,” you coo as you cross the room. She’s standing in the crib, holding on to the railing as she cries. You tuck the edge of your towel in carefully to keep it tightly around you before pulling her from the crib.

“Mama,” she whimpers, laying her head on your damp shoulder. You smile and press a kiss to her thin tuft of hair.

“Can Mama get dressed before breakfast?” You ask. She lets out a whine and you sigh, nodding. “Breakfast it is.” You carry her down the stairs and into the kitchen, depositing the infant into her high chair. You’re just about to start making her infant oatmeal when there’s a knock at the front door. You groan as you look down at yourself, still wrapped in the towel. “Coming,” you call, trying to pull the towel around you a little tighter. Ella starts to cry from her high chair as you rush from the kitchen to the front door. You pull the door open and can’t help the wide smile that spreads across your face.

“Mornin’ Gorgeous,” Dean Winchester, your childhood best friend, greets you. His eyes roam down your towel-clad body then back up to your face slowly. “Ya know, I generally have a rule against married women but…”

#fanfic #fanfiction #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #reader insert #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean x reader #dream warriors #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #coming soon #teaser

[jean-vi]

Lie To Me Pt. 2 | Levi x Reader

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Inspiration:  “Chizu ni nai basho e yume wo hasete / Shiharau no wa Risiko der Freiheit” - Jiyuu No Daishou by Linked Horizon Summary: The unknown label on your relationship causes tension. Genre: Angst, Fluff  Warnings: semi-graphic depiction of injury, spoilers for season 2 WC: 2.6K A/N: thank you so much for all the love :) I wanted to continue this story and I’d already planned out more of it when I published the first part, which is why this one is so soon after.  Other: Masterlist

Part 1

    “Needle and thread” 

    “Here.” 

    “Scissors.” 

    “Got it.” 

    Your eyebrows furrowed as you worked. 

    “Antiseptic.” 

    A scream of pain, a body writhing in agony. 

    “Bandages.” 

    You wrapped carefully before halting. Something wasn’t right. You pressed your finger to the patient’s neck. You took a sharp breath in. There was no time to waste. 

    “Administering CPR.” You announced and began the chest compressions. 

    “I’ll take over when you’re tired.” Levi said as he stared at the man’s fading spirit. 

    “Come on, come on.” You hissed. “Check his pulse.” You barked. 

    Levi checked the pulse. “No pulse.” He reported grimly. 

    You blew a strand of hair out of your face and continued chest compressions. There was little hope to bring him back now. The wounds were deep. You didn’t even know his name. You could see Levi watching you carefully out of the corner of your eye. He was probably wondering when he should step in to stop you. You never gave up on patients and as much as he tried to ignore it, he did worry about the fatigue. You were starting to sweat and the other medical staff were beginning to get overwhelmed by new patients. 

    The latest mission hadn’t gone well. The Scouts needed to regroup and there weren’t enough beds. You’d been instructed to leave those on the brink of death alone. They would take up more resources, time, and energy with little chance of return. You understood this logic, but your conscience refused to acknowledge it. Levi was told to stop you, should you get into another frenzy like what you were doing right now. You felt his hand on your shoulder. 

    “He’s gone, Y/N.” Levi began in his matter-of-fact tone. 

    “Check his pulse.” You demanded and then, like a miracle, the man took a slow breath in. Even Levi’s eyes widened in surprise. He believed in your abilities to care for the wounded, but you were an optimist. He hurriedly searched for the pulse. 

    “Pulse. I have a pulse.” He announced and began redoing the bandages. 

    “Yes!” You celebrated breathlessly as you stopped chest compressions and sat on the ground. Levi finished the job and you both waited for the next one. He leaned against the wall and ran a hand through his hair. 

    “It’s a miracle. I guess I never expected to see that.” The Captain said. He winced as he stretched his legs. His leg was broken, definitely, but he still managed to help you with your work, despite all attempts to stop him. The injury was still healing from the mission, which you expected, considering the extent of ligament damage.

    “You don’t think I forgot, right?” You suddenly said, looking at the rough bandage job on his leg. “A broken leg is no little thing.” You then pushed onto your knees and reached for the bandages. He grasped your wrist quickly. 

    “It’s okay. I’m fine.” He said. 

    “You did a terrible job.” You pointed out. “You should have just asked me to do it.” 

    “You were tired and needed your sleep. I wouldn’t have even thought of disturbing you.” Levi murmured. You raised your eyebrows and then stood up. You walked over to the bandage rack and grabbed a fresh roll. You then knelt next to him and began to wordlessly re-wrap the injury. 

    “I said you don’t have to.” Levi repeated. 

    “Is it pride?” You questioned lightly. “Because I’m wide awake now. You have no excuse not to let me help you.” 

    He fell silent for a moment and watched you work. You were focused, your brows furrowed and your lips pressed together. All the people he’d trusted and cared about were now gone. The Captain couldn’t escape death. Yet, here you were. He wasn’t lying when he thought you were going to die earlier. He’d grown apathetic, filled with sorrow and numb to the possibility that any one could survive if they were around him. 

    “You really did pull off a miracle.” He finally said. 

    “Gotta pay back my miracle somehow” You smiled. 

    “What’s going on here?” He asked as you reached the last few wrappings. 

    “What do you mean?” You answered quietly. 

    “You know what I mean.” He sighed and you finished the roll. Then you sat back on your knees and shifted your head to the sighed, humming to yourself. 

    “Hmm, I’m changing your bandages.” 

    “Don’t play dumb, please.” His eyes were soft and his mouth was a firm line.  

    “Okay, fine.” You crossed your arms and your tone made him raise his eyebrows. “We’re a confusing mess, you’re a confusing mess–” 

    “Do you understand what kind of place this is? Take your papercut elsewhere.” An attendant barked and interrupted your conversation. 

    “It’s not a simple papercut!” The man argued and your eyes followed the two arguing back and forth. 

    “I think I should go handle this. We’ll talk later.” You muttered. You missed his sad expression and his thoughtful gaze as you stood. 

      You hadn’t seen him as more than a comrade, a special coworker, until recently. You supposed your gaze had always lingered on him longer or that your heart would beat a little quicker when he was around. Still, he was merely your Captain and someone you wholeheartedly trusted, not in a romantic sense. There were boundaries, but sitting in rooms, operating on people, living in spaces where death occurs every day, made you realize just how little anything mattered. In both a good and bad way, you were beginning to think that nothing really mattered anymore. Status, power, money. None of that mattered on the brink of death. 

    “The rich man continues to beg me to save his life when there is no life to save. He says he’ll pay me money, but he needs to offer that deal to the gods, not me.” You said and Jean nodded thoughtfully. 

    “I don’t know how you do it.” 

    “I don’t either.” You frowned. 

    The dining room was a ghost town. Taking long shifts in the medical ward gave you little time to actually sit and eat, especially when it was rush hour at the dining hall. You were lucky that Jean just happened to not have eaten yet either, despite the hour. You knew that Levi was probably nursing a cup of tea in his office and it bothered you that you couldn’t help wondering about him. How was his leg? Was he in pain? Would he be able to sleep tonight? 

    Jean was a part of the new squad now. It was weird, seeing them laugh and joke with each other. You used to have that. 

    “Are you okay? You look troubled.” Jean said. 

    “I envy you. Which is funny—to envy a recruit.” You laughed. “It’s supposed to be the other way around, but that’s just not how this regiment works, does it?” 

    The man looked caught off guard. Here in front of him was a person who had seen immense loss with her own eyes. 

    “You’re a part of our group now.” He offered hopefully, but your face turned bitter. You could feel yourself closing off, just like Levi. There was too much loss in caring for other people. 

    “I can’t risk that.” You murmured and stood up slowly from the table. Did you really want to be like Levi? He was so closed off, so dull-eyed. You didn’t, you wanted to let people in, but Levi made it look so easy, so peaceful, to just be alone. “I’m sorry, Jean.” You finally admitted. “I’m just tired, don’t be concerned.” You smiled brightly to try and dissuade his concerns. You were reaching the exit when he called out to you. 

    “You and the Captain seem close.” He shouted. You paused for a moment, stuttering in the doorway. Your teeth grinded together. “I’m just saying that I don’t think he’d spend all that time with you, alone, if he didn’t enjoy your company.” 

    You smiled to yourself, a soft and small one, before heading for your room. 

      The door burst open with a bang. You jumped, the hairs on your neck standing up, as you pulled away from the patient you were tending to. 

    “It’s Nifa.” Levi barked and you rushed to help pull her body onto the closest table. 

    “Get me bandages, antiseptic, and a needle and thread.” You commanded and the nearest nurses gave a firm nod. You turned to your patient, your friend. Well, Nifa wasn’t really a close friend, more of an acquaintance, but someone you knew nonetheless. “Where is the wound and what was it caused by?” You began to open her shirt so you could look for the injury. The blood was everywhere. You turned to look at Levi. He had blood running down his face as well and your eyes were impossibly wide. 

    “And you!” You started angrily. “What happened to you?” You demanded, but he shrugged it off. 

    “Don’t worry about me. It was a gun, she’s injured somewhere in the abdomen.” He said lowly and you pursed your lips before turning back to Nifa. You held her hand for a moment. The nurses came running in with the requested materials.

    “We’ll fix you up, okay, Nifa?” You said soothingly. You took the newly arrived tools and got to work. “‘Somewhere in the abdomen’ is not very specific, Levi.” You muttered and began searching for the hole. Ah, there it is. When you touched the wound, there was a low groan. 

    “Here.” He handed you the bandages and you cleaned the wound. There was still so much blood. 

    “I’m not a surgeon.” You suddenly announced. You knew she was bleeding internally. The bullet probably punctured her liver or other vital organ. She was going to die, but you refused to believe it. The blood kept oozing and pulsing out of her wound as she squirmed for any sign of relief. 

    “You’ve pulled off one miracle this week, can you not pull off another?” Levi said as he watched you work with a hooded gaze. 

    You shook your head, “I’ll try.” Then, the girl went still. You realized at that moment that you weren’t ready for her to die. She was so young and she had a long life ahead of her. You looked to Levi. 

    “Check her pulse.” You said quickly and you both rushed to check both her wrist and neck. “No pulse.” You reported.

    “No pulse.” Levi agreed. 

    “Starting chest compressions.” You said, trying to restart her heart. 

    The minutes ticked by. It was driving you crazy. Why couldn’t you get her back? 

    “Why” You huffed as you continued to press on her chest. “Why isn’t she coming back?” You let out a frustrated breath and went to try and resuscitate her mouth to mouth. Nothing was working. 

    “She’s losing too much blood.” A nurse piped up. 

    “I think she’s gone.” You finally said and Levi placed a hand on your shoulder. To your surprise, he gave you a gentle push and began compressions himself. 

    “Stop.” you tugged on his shoulder. “Let her rest.” Your throat was closing, tears were already forming. He didn’t answer, he only kept trying, as if in a frenzy. It resembled yourself. You finally saw yourself in him. “Levi!” You shouted. “Stop!” 

    Only then did he freeze. His chest heaved up and down. The bandages were rolling on the floor, the needle and thread forgotten. He slowly turned to look at the girl. Her eyes were glassy, her mouth agape. 

    “She’s dead.” He said apathetically. With that, the Captain straightened his back and took long strides for the table. He began to clean, picking up the fallen tools and placing them in their bins. 

    “Wait, Captain.” You hesitated. The man had seen enough death,. He wasn’t like your assistants who you had to coach through deaths. He just went about his business like nothing happened. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

    The body was being wheeled away. She wouldn’t even get a proper burial. There were too many bodies and not enough graveyards. She would be burned and her bones would be indistinguishable from the others. That’s all humans were; bones. You had learned this through your years in the medical ward. 

    “Nothing needs to be said.” He breathed as he began wiping and disinfecting the table where she had laid. 

    You were quiet and you began to help him pick up the objects that had been misplaced. 

    He began organizing the scalpels, “We are just two people. We may care a lot for each other, but nothing could ever become of us.” 

    You froze. Then you walked towards him, hesitation in every step. “You don’t mean that, do you?” 

    He didn’t respond, simply continuing his work. He was always working. 

    “I know you’ve lost people. We have both lost people who meant a lot to us.” You whispered. “Petra, she was like a big sister to me.” 

    The man stopped as you mentioned your fallen comrade. He took a deep breath in and then moved to the bins where he began organizing the various ointments. 

    “Please, Captain.” You placed your hands on the table. “Levi. Tell me, let me in. I work with you every day and you barely say a word about yourself. I tell you everything and you’re like a complete unknown still. You’re the only thing I have left of our friends.” 

    He slammed a bottle down on the table and turned around to face you. His eyes were wide in disbelief or perhaps anger. 

    “I can’t get into anything with you.” The man said calmly. “It’s too risky for both of us.” 

    You had your answer. It was definitive and commanding. You didn’t usually cry, but for some reason a tear just dropped down your face. You hadn’t even registered that you’d been tearing up. 

    “I’m sorry. I won’t push it any farther.” You whispered. You turned to leave, the mood having gone sour, even more so than before, if that was possible. 

    “Wait.” 

    And you did. 

    “I want to, I do. I want to let you in, I want to be with you.” 

    You looked back to face him slowly. You held your breath. Was this a dream? You never imagined it playing out this way. 

    “But I won’t be good to you. I’m not soft and cuddly. I don’t think I’m a good person after all I’ve witnessed, all I’ve done.” He said softly. You took a few steps toward him and he followed suit. 

    “Levi.” You reached out and grasped his arm. “All I’ve ever seen in you….is good.” 

    And the Captain smiled. He really did. It was small and it was weak, but it was there. A faint line, a single twitch that made your heart soar. 

    “I don’t want to lose you and bare seeing your ghost.” 

    “I’m not a ghost. I won’t be as long as you’re alive.” You promised. “You don’t have to protect me.” 

    “What if I want to?” He hummed and then, just like that, he was pressing his lips to yours. You returned the favor easily, wrapping a hand around his head. When the innocent kiss ended, he still had that faint smile. 

    “You should smile more often.” You chuckled. 

    “Sorry, this is all you’re getting.” Levi said and turned to the last bin. 

    “I’ll get you to laugh someday.” You said cheekily and you hugged his back, wrapping your arms around his middle. “Let me bandage your head, though.” 

    He simply placed a hand over yours and silently went to work. He knew he was putting his heart on the line again, but maybe, just maybe, this gamble would work out. 

Fin.

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot x reader #snk x reader #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #fluff #angst #spoilers: season 2

[atxxzist]

broken | c.s (final) preview

series m.list

pairing: choi san x reader

word count: 1.4k

dear y/n,

i am finally writing this letter. i’ve sat down many times attempting to do so, sometimes barely able to get through the first line and sometimes i’ll read the first paragraph i wrote only to throw it away, completely unsatisfied. but it’s been four years–at least at the time that i’m writing this–that i’ve last seen you. four years since we saw each other and we probably won’t for a very long time, if ever.

it would be a miracle for me if i was to ever cross paths with you even just one more time, but it would be a tragedy for you because i’d like to think fate wouldn’t be so cruel to put you through that. so i write this letter with the thought that you would most likely never see it, but i did promise myself that if fate really is that cruel and we were to cross paths again, i would give it to you. it’s a bit selfish of me, but it’s because i know the chance of ever seeing you again is close to none. but it’s also everything i’ve ever wanted to tell you; say to you. i want to apologize sincerely, even though it’s a little too late. in a way, this letter is also an outlet for me and my thoughts.

it’s been about a year since i’ve graduated and around this time of the year, i always get a little sentimental. could be because i’m so far away from home so it’s only natural, but i know it’s because it’s summer and i tend to associate the season with you. we did a lot together and you opened some parts of me i couldn’t say or admit at the time.

you would always used to tell me to just try whenever i didn’t see the worth in doing something and i honestly just dismissed it because it sounded silly and quite cliche. i thought it was ironic coming from someone so shy and timid who always looked at the world with so much fear in her eyes. now, i’m starting to understand the amount of courage it must've taken you to even go out of your comfort zone. i realized, i was so much of a coward in comparison despite thinking i was the hottest shit at the time.

i always ran, but you never did. i was so scared of anything new and unfamiliar but you always faced them even when there's a likely chance of failure. i treated you like shit and you still wanted to love me. i think about it often... why are you this way? but i won't ever know because i never put in the efforts to get to know you beyond what you could offer me. you always asked about me but i never did the same in return.

if i could redo everything, i would want to hear your story. i would love to read anything you write. i said i would, but i never did.

i'm in the states, i'm sure somewhat and somehow you probably already know that (or you probably don't because you don't care anymore, which is fair). i left right before the start of the second semester during sophomore year. it was a big decision for sure, but i needed the change. things were already getting stale and repetitive, and you know me... i am not one to stick in one place for too long. i will always run, and so i ran to the states to live with my sister.

other than the fact i was born there and half of my family resides there, at that point, there was nothing left for me in korea. i didn't have much to lose if i were to fly across an ocean and start anew.

wooyoung had already cut contact with me by then and any friends close to genuine i've ever had were all from associations with him. soon after, i realized anyone i still talked to were all phonies who i only hung around during parties and stupid rendezvous, with the exception of jongho. he got into yonsei, by the way. if you didn't see him pestering you on campus, you probably already picked that up. he sent me a message a few months ago to come back and attend his graduation but i told him to fuck off because he didn't attend mine either. good for him, though. he's a smart kid.

but yeah. wooyoung's a good person even if he grew up privileged. it's what makes him such a people magnet. he was the most genuine friend i've ever had and the one who stuck by me for the longest. i really took him for granted and it only hit me when i lost him.

you are fortunate to have someone like mingi and yunho who seems very protective. i was a little scared when wooyoung warned me about mingi because he threatened to knock me out if he ever sees me. he's much taller than me, so i don't doubt it.

i know i sound miserable so far, but i am actually doing pretty okay... unfortunately. you probably don't want to hear that and wish i was suffering, but i've suffered for maybe two and a half years before i finally felt somewhat content and okay, if that will make you feel any better.

the states is different and the people are as well. i've got to experience a lot of new things for a change.

when i transferred, i still didn't know what to do. the clock was ticking and there was only so little time before i had to pick a field. i ended up going into dance performance, and of course i thought of you. when i found a passion for it again, i thought of you. and when i graduated last year with a fine arts degree, i thought of you... all because i knew you would be the happiest to hear about it.

whenever anyone asked me why i don't want to come back home, i would always tell them what i told you: because there's nothing left there for me. but one of the biggest reasons why i didn't want to come back was because it reminded me of you too much. that, coupled with other factors, just makes it so much harder for me to want to return. it feels like reopening old emotional wounds that i have no one else to blame for but myself.

but my junior year, i met someone named yeonjun because we shared the same major. i get nostalgic sometimes because he often reminded me of wooyoung. speaking of wooyoung again, i sent him a similar letter but in email form a while ago, though not as long, and he said he was happy to hear from me again. i wasn't sure if he was going to reply at all because it was an old email and i assumed he probably wanted nothing to do with me and that was official. but he replied pretty fast and said if i ever returned to korea, he doesn't mind catching up. he went into business and said it's something he actually really enjoys.

yeonjun is cool though, and like a less annoying version of wooyoung. he was also a transfer but had been here longer than i have. he met his girlfriend online who's living in south korea and so after he graduated, he went back right away and said he was going to attempt to open his own studio. just about a month ago, he called me and said it's almost done and he would be recruiting. he wants me to come back and help him and i've been giving it some consideration because i'm not doing much here back at the states either.

i was hesitant at first, of course. all for the reasons i've already stated, but all i ever do i run and even i'm growing tired of it. no matter how many bad memories the place holds, it is still home and my motherland after all.

anyways, i apologize for rambling. the letter is getting way too long, but my point is, i might've started liking you at one point. not in the casual way that our relationship was, but actually really like you. i don't know. now that i'm older, it's true that the love you've given me was something i was not ready for at that time and age. and now, it's everything i wish i have. funny how time really does change a person.

i hope you are doing good for yourself, and i'm so sorry if you ever get the chance to read this letter.

-- choi san

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'Wicked Love Blooming In The Dark Night' Story Event: Epilogue

Liam's Route

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The Liam in front of me was a version of himself I didn't know of.

Liam: … What did I do wrong… let me think. Let me think…

Liam: …

Liam: Ahh, did I do a bad job at being your boyfriend?

(... What?)

Liam: If that's the case—

Liam grabbed me by my wrist and pinned me down onto the bed.

(!?)

Looking down at me, Liam flashed me an almost dangerous smile.

Liam: Let’s redo this “lovers” thing.

Kate: … Liam?

Liam: Lovers… ah, that’s right. I heard somewhere that “lovers are supposed to make love to each other”...

Liam: Making love… that’s pretty serious to me, but…

Liam: I’m good at making people feel good.

(What the…)

Liam kissed my cheek while restraining my arms with one hand.

(... Why?)

His lips moved from my cheek to my neck, before trailing down to my collarbones.

Kate: … Liam. Please stop.

Liam: Is this… not enough? It’s okay, I won’t make another mistake this time.

Liam’s hand undid the strings at the back of my blouse and pulled it down to my abdomen.

My undergarment was pulled down as well and my breasts spilled out.

Kate: … Liam. What’s gotten into you, Liam?

No matter how many times I called out to him, he kept going as if he couldn't hear me.

We’re so close, but it's like he can’t see me.

Paying no mind to my bewilderment, his lips moved to my chest and sucked on my nipple.

Kate: Aah…

Liam: Oh—... it became more pointed, does it feel good? That’s good… so this is the right way to do it?

Liam: I’ll lick this one too…

He kept on licking my breasts. Even though I didn't want it, my body grew hotter and I couldn't control the noises I was making.

Liam: … Hey, let’s keep doing things that feel good.

Liam: I can definitely make you feel much more pleasure if we go all the way.

My breathing was ragged, I desperately looked into Liam’s eyes.

His eyes looked so sad that even I felt sad looking at them.

(... It’s like he’s desperately trying to run away from something scary.)

– Flashback Start –

Liam: I understand. Sometimes, sleeping can get… scary.

Liam: … It feels like you’re being chased by a shadow that won't go away. And being forced to face something you don't want to.

– Flashback End –

(I don’t know what Liam is afraid of, or what he’s trying to run from.)

But there was one thing clear to me.

Liam was a kind person, and if he ever got handsy with me in that way, he would definitely feel hurt when he comes back to his senses.

(Please. Pull yourself together.)

Kate: Liam…!

I lightly clapped his cheeks between my hands—

Liam: !

A reflection of myself was seen in those empty eyes.

Liam: Uh… uhm…

Liam: I…

Liam: I’m sorry, Kate. … I’m so, so, so sorry.

Liam: I… I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to make things right…

Liam covered my body with his jacket and bit his lips.

Liam: … I should stay away from you for now. I’m going to disappear.

Liam: I’ll offer you my most sincere apology again another time. … I’m sorry.

Kate: Liam…!

Liam’s body vanished in the blink of an eye and I eventually couldn't sense his presence anywhere.

I unconsciously cast my eyes downwards as I layed alone on the messy sheets.

(Liam. … Just what kind of darkness is haunting your heart?)

…

The next day, while I was doing my work as a fairytale writer, I found myself often having Liam on my mind.

(I want to speak to Liam.)

(But I still don’t know what to say to him.)

As I was walking down the stairs on my way to the royal court where Victor was—

Liam: Kate!

Kate: … Liam.

Liam dashed up the stairs, looked at me, and smiled.

Liam: Oh thank goodness, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.

Liam: Kate, look.

Liam: I got it back.

— In Liam’s hand was the hair accessory I gave him.

Kate: Wasn’t this with the police?

Kate: How on earth did you…

Liam: I sneaked into the police station. That was nerve wracking.

(... He snuck in.)

That was no different from jumping into the enemy’s stronghold unarmed.

Kate: One wrong move and you could've been arrested…!

Kate: Being arrested is one thing, but it's worse if you—

Liam: But I can't apologise to you without this.

Kate: … What?

Liam: I’ll never lose it again. I’ll listen to you and make sure I don't make any more mistakes.

Liam: … I don't want to hurt you. That’s all I want you to know.

It was so pure, like a child trying to make friends for the first time.

A very twisted wish.

He shined brightly like a star, but had a huge darkness lurking in his heart.

I had a feeling that one day, his heart would be swallowed whole by that darkness.

(But for some reason… I can’t bear to leave him alone.)

(What is this feeling?)

Kate: … Liam.

I tightly grasped the hair accessory.

Kate: Let’s call it even, okay?

Liam: … Mm-hmm.

Liam flashed me a cheerful smile.

That smile kind of… made me want to tear up.

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