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creedslove · 1 year

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BETRAYED - PART FIVE

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro invites you to be his plus one for the night but his attention is caught by another woman and leaves you with a broken heart

Warnings: angst, age gap, established friendship, unrequited love/one sided feelings, fluff, glimpse of Pedro being a great (silly) dad, and more angst of course

A/N: I really don't know what you guys will think of this part. It is longer than the others and for those who don't want Pedro to be forgiven, you can consider this the ideal end, though this is NOT the last chapter. I still have some ideas for this story but their development will go according to what you guys want, especially because due to all the feedback I've received over the last week (yes today marks one week I posted the first chapter) things are pretty divided between who wants a happy ending and who wants a sad one, lol!

A/N Part 2: I still can't manually tag people on the works because I use the app and it won't let me do it, that's why I don't have a tag list at all!

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Your heart clenched the moment you heard Kate's words. Pedro was there. After months pretending not to know each other, after not seeing him nor listening to his voice, months after the horrible argument you two had, where you both said horrible things to each other, words that hurt you two deeply, but also needed to be said. So you two could break free from what was holding you back. You and your mindless passion for Pedro, and him and his incapability of letting you go.

You realized you went silent for several seconds and Kate was staring at you with a worried look on her face, so you gave her a nervous smile and nodded "there's no problem, really. We are not making a scene or anything, I mean, we didn't have that much of a fight, it wasn't that serious"

"Yes, it was, Y/N" Kate said in a low voice "you completely fell out with each other, you have never been apart from long and honestly, he seems the saddest I've ever seen, and you don't seem like you're in a picnic either" she placed her hand on your shoulder reassuringly and looked down, excusing herself as she needed to attend the other guests.

You didn't like to be read like that, yes, you missed Pedro, in many ways you were still broken hearted at everything that went on, it's very hard to just let go of a person you were so invested in for years. It leaves an empty spot in your chest, even when you get over whatever happened, your mind always comes back to a bunch of might-have-beens. And though you and Pedro hadn't been away for that long, that's exactly how it felt. You walked out the kitchen and realized you were getting anxious to see him. He was there, it was a stated fact. It wasn't like when you went to the gym and very often looked over your shoulders, in hopes he wouldn't show up at the same time you kind of hoped he would show up. Internally battling with the relief of not running into him and also the disappointment of not seeing him. Once again, you had to remind yourself to act rationally, you didn't want to be shaken to the core when you saw him, and you definitely wouldn't make a scene at a princess' party.

When you reached the living room, he was the first one you spotted and for a few seconds he was the only thing you could see. There he was, Pedro, your dulce Pedrito like you used to call him and make a soft reddish color spread through his cheeks. He looked the same as always, the same as always made your heart race and you hated that. Your heart beat faster, your palms suddenly got a little sweaty and you were sure you'd stutter if someone asked you any question. You cursed yourself under your breath, months of self care and you still acted like a high school girl around him. The sadness Kate had seen your ass, you mentally rolled your eyes as you saw how he was still the life of the party, how he laughed and made everybody laugh. He wasn't sad, and why should he? Maybe you did hurt him in your argument, in fact you did hurt him as he left with tears in his eyes, but he probably got over you, he had done it so many times before, times where you still were friends and you loved and cared for him, so now what was stopping him from just forgetting about you?

Pedro finally eyed you, he knew you were coming and he tried his best to look good for you, he had a nice outfit on, his hair was messy like you always said you loved and God, he felt like time had stopped when he saw you walk into the living room. Hermosa, princesa, linda, mariposa, all of that crossed his mind once he saw you. He hadn't seen you in what it felt like forever, and now you were there, standing a few feet away from him. His desire was to rush to you, ignoring everyone else there, and wrapping his arms around your waist. If he could, he would let out all those Spanish words you loved roll out of his tongue before he could touch your skin and make you his. He chuckled to himself just to picture what you would say if you knew his heart raced when he saw you, how he wanted to take you into his arms like you had dreamed about it for so long. Life sometimes is truly a joke.

He didn't understand how you managed to become more beautiful since the last time you saw each other but you did it, and he couldn't take his eyes off you. He had no idea if you'd even want to talk to him, give him some of your time, but he was going to try.

Before you could greet everyone who was sitting closer than him, Flora and her big brother came running to you. If someone thought Flora was sweet, they hadn't met her brother yet. Wyatt was a five year old who seemed to be obsessed with you. Out of all his mommy's friends you were definitely his favorite. He was sweet to you like he was with no one else, and the fact he still had some trouble pronouncing his 'R' made him even cuter to you.

He immediately jumped onto your lap, snuggling you as tight as he could, he was overly excited at the sweets he'd eaten and the fact some people who brought his little sister presents also brought him presents!

Pedro's heart dropped to his stomach the moment he saw you surrounded by Flora and Wyatt. He wasn't sure he was strong enough to watch that, but he couldn't look away either. It all brought him back to the dreams he constantly had about you, the dreams where he always got to a happy, crowded home, where you were his and only his, in all the ways you dreamed of for long and now he longed for it as well and you two had built a beautiful family. He was always happy in these dreams, only to feel empty when he woke up.

One of the things he always loved about you and that one he made pretty clear throughout your entire friendship, was how good with kids you were. Of course Pedro had earned the cool uncle status, but he just admired how natural you were, how kids simply wanted you to be around them and how happy you got with that. It quickly drove him back to the night of your argument, and how you threw it on his face he was nearly 50 without a family. Yes, he knew you were right, but it still hurt him anyway. When he was younger, he wasn't sure if he was going for the traditional stuff but he assumed good old marriage and kids would happen to him, after all it happened to everyone. But as the years went by, he just focused on his career and he was pretty happy that way, apart from all the loneliness he felt, loneliness that was soothed by your company during the day and some other female company at night, sometimes even more than one at the same time. Until those stupid dreams began, every single night he would have a family with you and love every single part of it just to be taken back to reality where he was alone and all he got was his career.

"Did you really think I'd forget about you?" You whispered to Wyatt as you very discreetly handed him a small basket with his favorite chocolate. You didn't have enough for all the kids, so you hoped he wouldn't make a big fuss about it, but the moment he squealed in happiness and hugged you, you felt so lucky to be there. You quickly helped him open his present and watched as he ate one piece after the other. Kate would probably kill you the next day, but you didn't care at all, seeing his true happiness.

"Pedwo, come play please!!" He asked the man, waving his hand at him and inviting him to the empty seat next to you. You saw when he smiled at Wyatt and moved closer to you. His cologne was intoxicating and for a moment all you wanted to do was to rest your head on his shoulder and have his arm around your body.

"These are my favorite too, you gotta share" he frowned playfully at Wyatt and looked at you

"Hey Y/N" he said shyly and looked down clearing his throat before looking into her eyes again "you look very beautiful, muy hermosa como siempre" he said and saw the familiar blush spreading through your cheeks adding a cute look to your face. You still reacted the same, maybe you were still his muñequita?

"Hi Pedro" you said softly and smiled politely at him.

"Come on Pedwo do the voice!!! Do it again, fow Y/N to see!!" Wyatt begged excitedly and pointed at his brand new Grogu doll. Once again you felt the urge to roll your eyes mentally, of course that was Pedro's doing and it was so predictable. Cute, but predictable. The little boy however, was mesmerized as once more Pedro sat up and made his Mandalorian voice. You didn't know exactly how it was different from his regular voice, but it was and you couldn't explain. He said whatever Wyatt liked to hear and gently tapped the doll's head, making Grogu cooed and blink his eyes, lifting his little arm gently which caused Wyatt to squeal in happiness again.

You both felt pretty good at that, no matter what happened between you two, you were really good at handling kids together and your chest ached to wonder if the same would apply if you ever had children together.

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After singing Happy Birthday and serving the cake, Rob, Kate's husband, asked his kids to go to the backyard. Pedro grinned at the interaction and placed his plate down, taking your hand in his and pulling you "come on Y/N, you'll want to see this" he said happily and you had no other reaction than follow him. The kids were so excited when their daddy asked them to close their little eyes. They peeked all the time, not being able to hold back how eager they wanted to see the surprise. Pedro looked at you and smiled sweetly "I don't mean to brag, but it was my idea, so you're not the only one who is great with kids, you know" he winked at her.

You swallowed and looked down at your hands, fingers entwined and how softly Pedro caressed your hand with his thumb. You immediately let go of his hand and blushed, which wasn't unnoticed by him, who sighed and stared into your eyes "I know you're still hurt about everything that went on and we need to talk, I owe you an apology for what happened and-"

Pedro was cut off by the kids' screams of happiness and pure excitement when their daddy revealed their mysterious present: a bunny. A real life bunny, you stared into Pedro eyes and chuckled "that was your idea, right?" You asked and couldn't help but smile a little "I bet Kate is thrilled" you both burst out laughing and for a moment everything was alright between the two of you again.

He only laughed softly but gently took your hand in his once more, walking towards some trees, away from the fuss the kids were making and once you were both hidden enough from anyone else who might bother you, he finally gathered the courage to speak.

"I screw everything up with you, Y/N. I know I did, in fact I knew it from the moment it happened but I was too proud and stubborn to admit it" he sighed "and then it all got worse and worse until that horrible episode at your place. I deeply regret everything that went on" Pedro looked down, and then back at you again, being puzzled by how indecipherable your expression was. You watched him apologize without really apologizing, you just hated how he asked for your forgiveness without acknowledging anything at all.

"The reason why I didn't want to talk to you anymore was because I'm tired of being your doormat, Pedro. You know how much I love you" you bit your lips "how much I loved you" you corrected yourself and continued "but you only took advantage of it, and you know it. You know how many times you've hurt me, how many times you flirted with me, you kissed me almost on the lips, you sweet talked to me, the times you had your hands on my body not in an erotic way but definitely more intimate than a friend should ever do, you know how confused it left me, and you kept doing it"

Pedro knew it was all true, but he had decided to ask for your forgiveness and to be honest, he looked around embarrassed and nodded

"I-I know that, Y/N. I know I was a real shitty friend, always teasing you, playing with your feelings… I am really ashamed of it and if I could turn back in time, I'd never act that way. I had only one glimpse of what you must've felt all this time… when I saw you with that guy from the gym and it felt like my heart had shattered into a million pieces"

You had to admit you were not expecting that, at first you thought it would be just some more of his usual bullshit, but it seemed Pedro really meant what he was telling you.

"And I know the last straw was that night at the gala. It should've been about us, after all, you were my plus one because I wanted to have you there, and I loved every minute we spent together, you looked gorgeous, muy hermosa mi cariño, but then I was just terrible to you. I don't know why I left with that woman, I mean, I don't know why I just gave in to that impulse and I know I tried brushing off as if you were exaggerating but these past months I was finally able to be true to myself and admit you were right. I was a dick, I not only humiliated you and broke your heart but also put you at risk by letting you go home on your way"

His voice had a sad tone and he didn't look away for a split second, showing he meant all that.

You began tearing up, as those were the words you waited months to hear. You wanted him to apologize, to admit what he'd done and now it had finally happened, you couldn't help but feel sad as it came too late.

"Pedro, I-"

"Please, Y/N, let me finish" he asked and took another breath "that day at your house was completely unacceptable, I know it, and we both hurt each other, I snapped because I saw you with another man and told you to leave me alone, and I didn't understand why I had such a childish and reckless attitude, until I realized I didn't know how to act on my feelings for you, which takes me to the very painful words you told me, which unfortunately, were also true. I left that night hating myself, I didn't know what to do or what to say, so I looked for help, I went back to therapy and I was able to see all the things I was doing wrong"

You saw when he took a step closer and you could smell his cologne, you had no idea what he was going to do, but your heart pounded into your chest as his big hands cupped your cheeks so gently, stroking them and staring into your eyes "and after all that self-analysis I came to the conclusion that I love you" he bit his lips and a light blush spread through your cheeks "I mean, I already did, as a friend, even if I was a dick, I truly loved and cared about you, but it changed, Y/N, it got more intense, you're the only thing that crosses my mind the whole day, the only one I want and crave, all I can think of is your body against mine, your beautiful voice singing while you make breakfast, the way you light up a room when you step inside, how the kids love you because they see how incredible you are" Pedro took another deep breath "I'm in love with you, Y/N" he finally admitted out loud and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He leaned in and touched your lips with his very softly at first, ghosting over them, appreciating how perfect they felt against each other. One of his hands went for your waist, wrapping his arm around it and gripping your body in a desperate need. He was so close you could feel his strong chest against your soft breasts, so pressed up against his body it was really hard to remind yourself that wasn't right. The moment you felt the man deepening the kiss, you couldn't hold back a soft moan. You decided to enjoy that moment, something you'd craved for so long, it almost felt like your heart was bursting out of your chest. Your hands gripped his hair, pulling it softly as you kissed him back as eager as he kissed you. You felt like you could be trapped in that moment forever with him, it felt right, even if it was wrong.

When Pedro broke the kiss looking for some air, you still gave him a last peck on the lips, gently stroking his cheek and taking a step back.

"Wow" you whispered and smiled shyly "I've dreamed about that moment for so long. God knows how much I daydreamed that one day this exact scene would happen, now it did, it feels unreal" you looked at him and took his hand, gently squeezing it "and that's why it breaks my heart to see it happened too late. I'm sorry Pedro, but we can't do this. I'm really sorry that I don't believe you, I don't think you love me, I think you love the fact I was in love with you and that stroke your ego like nothing else, I was young, devoted, I would do anything for you and would take anything you had to offer, but we can't do this anymore. I can't do this to myself, I love myself more than I love you now, and I won't let anyone get in the way of that, not even you" she said and let go of his hand "I'll always love you and cherish you Pedro, but it's time to say goodbye"

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A/N: any feedbacks, let me know! Also, you guys have just met Wyatt! He is pretty much my OC and for the years I wrote for/roleplayed Victor Creed/Liev Schreiber he was always my character's son, and I developed an emotional connection with him even if he is not real, so I thought to myself, why not show the world what a ray of sunshine my fictional son is, right?

And yes, the bunny thing I got from Narcos because I thought Pablo Escobar had no right to be that cute while gifting his daughter a bunny, the way she got happy when he gave her su conejito just made me go all aww 🥰

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kel-lance · 1 month

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Stepdad Nanami

——MDNI——GROOMING, not really incest, Age gap, manipulation, broken home, slut shaming (at ur mom lol), drug mention—————-

You knew your mom’s marriage had about 3 years at most, you had to give it toher that 5 with the same man would have been a new record if she was only with him for that time.

It wasn’t your business. If you had anything to say the men would blame you and say you were just like her.

You didn’t care about those guys, and they never lasted long with your mother anyway. It was like this for the first 16 years of your life until your mom met a handsome man, who became your stepfather after 2 years of dating your mother

He was always nice to you, he did everything a good dad should. He got you a car, went all out on your birthday, he wasn’t tying to win you over, he was just that great, he made you change your mind about men. (maybe it was just the kind you mother kept running to)

It was heartbreaking the day he say you down, before he could explain his face sank. He covered his eyes and sighed as he explained that he’s serving your mom with divorce papers. he feels bad to bring you into this but he had to ask

You’re an adult now, you can make your own decisions, but I wanted to give you the chance to get away from her. I don’t mean any offense, but I know for a fact she’s going to use you or worse.

he was right on the money, sometimes she used you to lure in those strange men, where she’d threaten to tell their wives or police what they thought they were doing with you. It was just her type, people who could compare her to parts of herself. In this case, she was sick enough to use her daughter as bait.

You were safe though, it never got further than forceful kisses to tape as proof. That hag just had it out for you but would never consider sharing.

You immediately take his hand as you wanted to move out for years. You’re 21 but she’s had control over you. People always say just leave, you’re an adult so she has no power.

Try living your life as a flea in a jar or a frog in a growing boiling pot, there’s a whole world out there and yet you were taught your limits.

Your eyes pleaded for him to take you away. You didn’t care, you felt closer to him than anyone. You knew it could be wrong, but he said it himself, you’re an adult now. And your mother wouldn’t be upset about sharing since he’s leaving her.

You climb onto his lap and lay your head on his neck, his hand now slid down his face, covering his mouth as his other hand patted your head closer to him.

“Don’t worry. You’re safe with me.” He promised.

The next week sure were hectic. You had to plan out what to take, gathering all your important documents and essentials.

Nanami daddy got a studio for you both, in a matter days you had everything moved out of the house while your mom was on her bender. Her lapses of being with one man for months then going to whoever after was just part of her fun. She didn’t need them for anything other than attention.

Sometimes you wonder what your father was like, if he could’ve treated you better than her if she didn’t have u trapped in her body for months. U don’t want to know what she did while pregnant with you either.

You were given this chance. Your stepdad leaving, and he was taking you with him. He saw what kind of life you both had. He found no sympathy for her as she was the adult. He stayed for you.

A child should be cared for, loved. He didn’t get that from you at all when you first met. Just 16 and you avoided him like the plague. it gave him an indication of who was usually around.

He didn’t lure you out with gifts or make the first move. He just entertained your mother, as he did find something amusing with her. She was fun, but at home she’s a terrible mom and that wasn’t anything he found respectable.

It wasn’t until the 4th month that he was still around that you just found it weird. No ones usually around this long. Mom was probably having a lot of fun with this idiot you thought.

The 6th month came and you started to come out when he was around. If he was in the kitchen, you wouldn’t wait for him to leave the space before making it yours. It was your house after all, you were going to remind him.

It was weird, but you were getting jealous of him being around. Your mom couldn’t stick to one thing, much less take responsibility and take care of you. Why was he so special? Why did she /want/ to see him?

You felt hatred grow in you as he noticed the posters on your wall, the music you played, how you dressed. For your 18th, he’d gotten you tickets to one of your favorite band’s shows. How the hell did he- and the small gifts like stickers of said posters, he made it so you weren’t surprised when you received yet another reward after accomplishing something, even the smallest thing. “Because you deserve it.”

You didn’t know if it weirded you out, that he was being so nice to you, or that he was your mom’s fiancé and you had him under you.

That hate boiled over one day and you just had to get it out somehow. He was always patient with you, as you asked to talk to him. It surprised him, but it was definitely a step forward.

He sits on the same side of the table as you, facing each other, your opposite arms touching the table.

“Are you upset about the wedding?”

You don’t say anything, your eyes darting, answering his question.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but it’s for the best. (M/n) said you’ve seemed happier since we got together.” Your stomach sank. “I could keep-“

You grasp out for his dress shirt sleeve, looking up at him, somewhat between crying and pouting, asking him to stop talking.

His eyes widen. “(Y/n)…” You take his hand, bringing it to your body. You place his palm under your shirt, watching his face go from confused to flustered. His stoic personality wavering, you hold onto his arm and jump onto his lap.

You could already feel it, he was so hard under you.

“(Y/n)!” He takes his hand back, putting you back onto your chair. His stern look scared you. He’s never looked like that around you, only because you were always well behaved, or rather just kept to yourself. He never expected this from you. But you were your mother’s daughter.

His hand around the wrist you let him feel you with. You didn’t know if you had just fucked up big time. Was the wedding off? You just wanted him to yourself and had to let him know.

The look you gave him almost made him feel bad for treating you right the past few years.

you werent used to that, you didn’t know any better. the anger you were feeling was from a lot of things. why did someone like your mother get to marry someone like him?

Why weren’t there more people like him? If there were you would have been saved a long time ago, but instead, you’re giving it all to the first person who’s shown you you’re more than an extension of your mother.

Thankfully he was just a man, and that yearnful, pathetic, desperate look a young girl could give to melt a man’s morals, he kissed you.

He keeps kissing you, almost like he was teaching you how he liked it, you didn’t mind, you didn’t care about anything else. Your mom could walk in right now and you’d show off how much better you were for nanami.

That didn’t have to happen though. As his large hands found their way to your hips and he slowly brings you back to his lap. And after that day you were his.

He stopped himself so many times to not take you just yet though. It wasn’t until the weeks leading up tot he wedding that he wanted you more than ever. And you’ve been more than patient. Only getting by with his touch and words of encouragement.

You didn’t get why he still went through with the small wedding, maybe to just show off to everyone else, mislead them that he’s a good man, marrying into a good family, with an honest job and whatever else to solidify the lie.

the next 2 years being the best you’ve ever had, up until your mothers alcoholism started to catch up with her. Her need to find solace in addictions, whether it was the validation of men, gambling, sex, any other drug, she was a mess. Everyone believed Nanami would be able to fix her, but her last blackout caused you to get a sprained wrist and black eye. That was when nanami had enough.

Spoiler for part 2: Nanami's divorce lawyer fucks his step daughter (Hiromi makes an appearance.)

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inamindfarfaraway · 6 months

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The Morality of Mabel and Dipper Pines

Warning: Dipper Levels of Overanalysis Ahead

I’d like to make it clear at the start that I love both of these characters equally and they’re both good people, just in different ways. But I’ve seen a lot of criticism of Mabel’s flaws and less of Dipper’s, so I’d like to contribute to the discussion of their respective characters by exploring a divide between them I haven’t seen talked about much.

Mabel really wants to be a moral person. She places a lot of intrinsic worth in the concepts of ethics, like kindness and fairness and the wellbeing of others. Being a bad person could be considered her worst fear. It’s definitely up there with her other greatest fears of losing her relationship with Dipper and the inevitability of change, and those fears developed later largely in response to Ford and the baggage he brought with him.

Dipper just doesn’t care about that as much. That isn’t to say he’s a bad person! He's compassionate, selfless, brave and unquestionably heroic by the end of the show. They both are. But it sticks out to me how differently they think about ethics. For example, Dipper literally kills Wax Sherlock Holmes, while Mabel is so averse to hurting someone’s feelings that she can’t bear to break out of a false, one-sided relationship with Gideon until Dipper's life is at stake. You see what I’m getting at here? But I have more evidence! Buckle up, this is gonna get long.

Compare how they treat their rivals, Pacifica and Robbie. These are ordinary humans with no real authority over them who, age and class gaps aside, they're basically on even footing with in confrontations, so this is a good metric for how aggressive they are when upset and how much they hold grudges in mundane situations.

In “Irrational Treasure”, Mabel is deeply hurt by Pacifica’s mockery to the point of giving up her silly identity, and sets out to prove her wrong that she can be competent. But at the end, when presented with the opportunity to destroy the Northwest family’s fake prestigious legacy that they use to justify putting others down, she declares, “I’ve got nothing to prove” and lets it go. She’s secure in herself. Her motivation is satisfied. Why bother putting more pain and strife into the world? It’s Dipper, who has been only been hurt by proximity to Mabel, who insists on exposing the truth specifically to spite Pacifica and takes away that “Man, revenge is underrated. That felt awesome!” Revenge is arguably a form of justice, especially in this sense of revealing an unfair lie, but still, he takes great pleasure in bringing an enemy down for the sake of it, not to fix the damage they did.

In “Fight Fighters”, Dipper’s vindictive streak returns. He manipulates the ridiculously powerful Rumble McSkirmish into brutally beating up Robbie on the fraudulent charge of murder, threatening Robbie’s life. He didn’t realize Rumble would try to kill Robbie, but he was fine with him severely injuring him. Rumble is a fighting game character, a superpowered master martial artist. Robbie is a normal fifteen-year-old. This is not a sportsmanlike matchup. By the end Dipper learns his lesson and takes responsibility, but so does Mabel about hurting people to try to have a perfect life and people still complain about that!

In “The Golf War”, Mabel is again the twin with a bone to pick with Pacifica, but Dipper takes her rivalry more seriously than her and is more willing to be mean about it. He encourages her to cheat when she doesn’t want to, justifying it because Pacifica is “cheating at life”. Understandable, but still underhanded. While Mabel bonds and buries the hatchet with her rival by the end, outright declaring their rivalry to be stupid, Dipper holds onto it, refusing to forgive Pacifica at all and disapproving of Mabel's offer to give her a ride home afterward despite the pouring rain and her absent parents. He still wholeheartedly considers her “the worst” (and tells her so to her face) at the beginning of “Northwest Mansion Mystery”, even though he saw her and Mabel help and protect each other in their fight against the Lilliputtians and Pacifica thank Mabel and accept her apology.

In “The Love God”, Mabel’s compassion is on full display. She makes it apparent that she wants everyone she knows to be happy, to the point of making a chart to show her friends’ feelings with stickers, and goes out of her way to help Robbie just because she doesn’t think any human being should be so lonely and sad. Dipper initially has no sympathy for Robbie’s misery and sees the twins and his old friends leaving him to rot as a good thing.

Dipper just invests more emotionally into hating people and is more willing to play dirty. Mabel prefers to see the best in people, forgive, deescalate conflict and turn enemies into friends whenever possible, and has more respect for honour and sportsmanship.

Compare the insecurities they highlight in "Society of the Blind Eye". These could have been their last words spoken with their memories of the summer, so they are fully candid and vulnerable.

Mabel confesses, “I only love some of my stuffed animals and the guilt is killing me!” She reprimands herself for not having sincere affection for all the people in her life… who are inanimate objects, hence this being a joke about how immature and overly sentimental she is. But she’s telling the truth! Not being honest about your feelings toward someone who loves you (as toys are assumed to love their kids) is wrong. It’s something a bad, or at least flawed, person would do. We also know that it’s something Mabel can do with real consequences - she loves Dipper unconditionally, but her frequent teasing of him instead of letting this on damages his self-esteem more than she intends and often realizes - and when she does realize as in “Little Dipper”, she’s ashamed of herself. Her guilt is that she’s failing morally, that she hurts the people around her despite her good intentions.

Dipper admits, “Sometimes I use big words and don’t actually know what they mean. I mean, I’m supposed to be the smart guy! If I’m not the smart guy, then who am I?” He primarily thinks of his worth in terms of competence. Dipper is generally not that confident, at this point in time. He has an intense drive to prove his worth. He is acutely aware of his physical and social shortcomings. But the one thing he knows that he does well is analytical, deductive and strategic thinking, and so to always have value he’s built his entire identity around being particularly intelligent. He’s the planner, the mastermind, the guy with the specialized knowledge and important big words who people have no choice but to respect and listen to, because a lifetime of loneliness besides Mabel has taught him that given a choice, they probably won’t. Except just like Mabel’s all-loving attitude, there’s an element of performance. He doesn’t know everything; he’s inherently irrational to a degree like everyone else. So he tries to seem smarter than he is. His guilt is that he’s failing intellectually and practically, that he isn’t contributing enough to be worth something.

This is where Dipper diverges. He wants to be ethically good less than he wants to be good AT things, and respected for it. But they both beat themselves up when they don’t live up to their self-assigned archetypes of All-Loving Hero and The Smart Guy, when they aren’t good enough by their own unreasonably high standards.

"The Last Mabelcorn" deconstructs Mabel’s fixation on her moral perfection. Celestabellabethabelle, who I will henceforth call C-Beth for short, manipulates it to keep her out of the unicorns’ way. She makes manifest Mabel’s fear that she isn’t good enough no matter what she does. We see Mabel push herself further and further to try to prove herself, much like Dipper in episodes like “Dipper vs Manliness”, and emotionally unravel until she’s miserable, self-loathing and openly listing her vices in a way never seen before. But this isn’t productive! Wallowing in shame doesn’t motivate her to be better! She needs to learn that although she isn’t perfect, the virtues she has are good enough to work with to both get out and kick C-Beth out of her head. She decides to stop worrying about meeting an impossible ideal of goodness and just focus on doing good, by using efficient (if violent, and therefore immoral under certain paradigms) methods to protect her family. Her plot in this episode has its detractors and I understand the criticisms that the message wasn’t handled as well as it could have been. But I think it does okay. Mabel definitely reevaluates her need to feel like a good person here. She switches from prioritizing what’s important to her, the validation of being "pure of heart", to what’s important to others and in the bigger picture, simply getting the unicorn hair to keep Bill out of the Mystery Shack.

Finally, compare the twins’ disastrous errors in judgement in “Scary-Oke” and “Dipper and Mabel vs the Future”, when they both accidentally unleash terrible forces of evil upon the town and set in motion a local apocalypse.

Dipper recites an incantation from Journal 3 that causes the dead to rise as bloodthirsty zombies, desperate to prove to the government agents before they leave that the supernatural is real and warrants their help investigating, driven by both his desire for knowledge (his tool to feel secure in himself) and more immediately his fear of being dismissed as unworthy. He is emotionally vulnerable, but still creates the dangerous situation on his own initiative. Since he doesn’t need a blacklight to read the spell and the beginning of the episode established that he’s already familiar with all Journal 3’s visible entries, he knows what the spell would do. He doesn’t realize how many zombies will appear and how dangerous they’ll be. But he is aware that there are risks. Plus, the Shack is hosting a party full of innocent civilians and Mabel has explicitly asked him not to interfere with weirdness. The one thing she told him not to do that night was raise the dead! And what does he do? Raises the dead.

Mabel is actively deceived and manipulated into giving who she believes to be Blendin Blandin, an expert in time-altering technology, what she believes to be an item of such technology, with the intention of warping time to extend the summer for the town. This is a selfish choice. But on top of how emotionally compromised she is, sobbing in despair after “the worst day of [her] life”, consider her internal logic: the end of summer is going to mean the trials and tribulations of growing up for both her and Dipper, and they won’t even have each other if he gets his way; Wendy is already going through that and has told her how awful high school is; she overheard at least some of the Stans’ conversation at the end of “A Tale of Two Stans”, meaning she might know that Stan will have to give up his home and business once the summer is over; and she and Dipper both have true friends here who they will miss and be missed by, as opposed to their memories of Piedmont where we only see them supporting and comforting each other and never hear of any friends. And it isn’t like she’s the only one having fun! Stan is happier than ever, Ford is back home, Dipper’s come into his own more than she could ever have anticipated. He’ll still get to delve into the mysteries of this town that he loves so much. But she’ll be there too. If you want more Gravity Falls, you can see where she’s coming from. She genuinely thinks that “just a little more summer” would be a positive experience for everyone, with plenty of good reason. Yes, she’s recklessly messing with powerful forces that she doesn’t understand. Yes, she isn’t nearly as suspicious of this sudden miracle solution as she should be. But she has no evidence that this would harm anyone.

Their responses after making their mistake are also noteworthy. They’re both horrified and remorseful. But Dipper expresses no concern for the agents for the rest of the episode when it looks like they’ve been killed due to his actions. He even nonchalantly remarks that he thought they were dead when he sees them again. Mabel, however, reaches to stop Bill and begs him to “wait” before he knocks her unconscious. Then she’s imprisoned in Mabelland, which is designed to make her never want to leave and based on how it only occurs to her after she renounces it that the neon colours and repetitive background music are too much even for her, may additionally have a direct, if subtle, influence on her mind. So she’s a little distracted from her guilt. But by risking her life to fix the repercussions of her actions and save the town, she shows much more responsibility for the townspeople’s lives than Dipper showed for the agents he’d tried so hard to impress. He just happily went about his business for weeks believing he had two people’s deaths on his conscience. Never even looked into whether they survived.

These differences in their personal moral philosophies add another layer to the parallels between the two generations of Pines twins. Typically, Dipper parallels Ford and Mabel parallels Stan. But less so here! Like Mabel, Ford very staunchly believes in abstract moral theory, namely that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. He holds a grudge for weeks against Stan saving him from being lost in the dimensions through the portal, because it endangered the rest of the world by creating the Rift. It was a good deed with good intentions… but it didn’t only make life better for everyone. To Ford, that means it isn’t good enough. Hmm, which younger twin has a problem with judging anything short of ‘pure good’ to not be worthwhile? Also like Mabel, Ford’s self-righteousness is often hypocritical, considering his pride, selfishness and willingness to disregard the possible negative consequences of his actions, e.g. trusting Bill and building the portal in the first place.

Like Dipper, Stan is willing and ready to use underhanded methods to win against his enemies, to lie, cheat, steal and leverage assets he doesn’t really have the right to. He’s more inclined to be aggressive, spiteful and smug. As for holding grudges, even to an unreasonable extent, he personally despised a nine-year-old child even before he knew that the child was a bad person. He would absolutely summon Rumble McSkirmish to attack a rival for him. He prides himself on his cunning, another form of intelligence, and prioritises being good at what he does best over holding the moral high ground. He is shown to have lifelong insecurities about Ford being better than him in other fields (and thus explicitly valued more by their father); so his pragmatism is his way of trying to always be useful to the people he loves, and indeed a key way he shows them his love.

#gravity falls #mabel pines #dipper pines #pines twins #gravity falls analysis

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yourhighness6 · 24 days

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I can't remember where I saw this but there was this post I saw a while ago about how if zutarians "really wanted to engage in media analysis they would ship zvkaang" and I just... Ugh.

For one, the age difference is gross to me, especially considering a lot of anti-kat@ang zutara arguments center around the fact that Aang was not mature enough to be in a relationship based on the way he treated Katara, and pointing out that Katara is considerably more emotionally mature than Aang throughout the series. Shipping Aang and Zuko, who remember are canonically twelve and sixteen throughout the series, may be okay for a lot of chronic anime fans (from my understanding anime has huge age gaps like that all the time) but a large age gap is basically the first thing that puts me off of a ship. It's the same thing with ships like tokk@ and zvtoph and sokk@ang. A two year age difference is fine for high schoolers, but four years is really, really pushing it, especially when you consider that Aang would be fourteen when Zuko is eighteen.

And if that weren't disqualifying enough, whereas zutara has a truly incredible amount of romantic coding from the music used in certain scenes to small gestures such as them reaching for each other in the final agni kai and Katara's thumb on Zuko's lips in the crystal caves scene to the "she's not my girlfriend!", a common romantic trope being used several times between them, zvkaang has no romantic coding. They honestly remind me of that "platonic tension" textpost that was making the rounds a while ago. That being said, I do understand that "chemistry" and "romantic coding" are fairly relative concepts, but it definitely isn't heteronormativity that makes people see zutara instead of zvkaang as romantic (and although I also ship zvkka to a lesser extent the same can kind of be said there).

Anyway, with a weird age difference and zero romantic coding, that, in my opinion, kind of derails the ship, but its also worth mentioning that the original post's only argument seemed to be that just because Zuko and Aang are narrative foils, it makes sense that they should be romantically involved, which frankly, isn't a very good argument, especially when you consider that Zuko and Azula are also narrative foils and siblings. Narrative foils come in many forms, and come to think of it, I don't think I ship narrative foils from any show I've ever watched. The parallels between zutara often specifically highlight how they might suit each other romantically, and fit with the show's themes of balance.

This is just my opinion, and certainly not meant as a callout for any zvkaang shippers, especially those who are zutara and zvkaang shippers, I just felt it necessary to debunk the idea that if zutarians actually cared about literary analysis, they would ship zvkaang. It's just another half-assed, poorly thought out way to delegitimize zutara shippers and pretend that the ship has no canon basis, while in reality, anyone with an objective eye for media analysis can see that zutara is by no means a ship to be ignored.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #zutara #fandom salt #anti zukaang #anti zukka #anti kataang #emmie babbles

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delulu-with-wandanat · 8 months

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International Affair (Part 2) Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Last

Reader Description: Masculine style, They/He, AFAB, International Student, 20 Years Old. Sometimes will be describe using masculine terms (man, boy, handsome, etc)

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x InternationalStudent!Reader

Warnings: Specified age gap (Wanda is 34), NSFW content (??)

Summary: Y/n finally got a job as a Barista, however they were only offering part-time. Wanda wants to keep them around as much as she can in the name of "extra work." Who is Y/n to say no?

They had always wanted to work as a Barista, thankfully Harkness Coffee was willing to hire someone without prior experience. Their first day was spent mostly on training with a senior barista, Kate Bishop. He learned that Kate was also studying at NYU. However, Kate was 2 years above him.

Kate was very nice and welcoming, she has a rather bubbly personality to her. Once they finished their training, Y/n headed to Wanda's immediately. Knowing the promise of an extra job in exchange for money, he was taking all the offer he could get. He knows that he should probably take it one at a time, but ay you gotta do what you gotta do to make ends meet.

They rang the bell and waited, feeling slightly nervous. Wanda opened the door and greeted him with a smile. Shit that damn smile. "Y/n, I almost thought you wouldn't come."

They smiled back at her as she opened the door wider to let them in. "Thank you, Mrs. Maximoff." He observed the house, it was lovely. The living room was decorated with many pictures of her family. "You have a lovely home."

"Thank you, dear. Follow me." Wanda then leads them to her backyard and a pool came into view. Man, now would be a really nice time to swim, they thought.

"I merely need someone to clean up the pool, just light maintenance. I have a guy coming in once a week, but he's been sick lately. So I need you to clean up the leaves and debris, also brushing the walls. No need for chemicals." Y/n sighed in relief internally, he didn't know jackshit about pool chemicals.

"Consider it done, Ma'am!" He said while beaming at her, Wanda goes to rest on one of the pool bench to relax and read a book. Y/n got to work immediately.

This was a relatively easy job. Get a net, get those leaves, and then get paid. It was easy money. However, it is summer so the heat of the sun was starting to get to him after a while. They were wearing a jacket as well and felt rather sweaty. They decided to take off their jacket, revealing a white undershirt that was hugging their toned figure just right.

Wanda, who had been secretly observing them, almost choked at the sight. The way his shirt fit him perfectly had her mind going all over the place. She probably shouldn't be thinking about all the dirty things she wanted to do to them, but can you blame her?

20 year old heartthrob, amazing sense of style, respectful, hardworking, lowkey submissive, don't forget the impressive physique. Wanda couldn't help but want to use him for pleasure to get closer to them. Y/n checked all of the boxes of what she looked for in a sexual partner.

Yes, she was married. But in all honesty her husband, Vision, was very neglectful. All he cares about is his job, always on some business trip, and not to mention terrible in bed. He wasn't a bad guy by all means, but Wanda has needs to be met. What's wrong with having a little fun?

Feeling a pair of eyes on them, Y/n glanced at Wanda just in time to see her eyes roaming their figure while subtly biting her lips. Feeling a tinge of nervousness again he gave her a smile and a wave, "I'm almost done, Mrs. Maximoff."

"Take your time, darling. I don't want to rush you." This time they noticed the flirty undertone in her sentence, they decided to just focus on their job.

Once the pool was cleaned, Wanda approached them while carrying an envelope. "Well done, Y/n. Here is your payment."

He smiled sheepishly while rubbing his neck, he took the envelope. "Thank you, Mrs. Maximoff. But it's nothing really."

"I still need a couple of help around the house. Would you mind if I ever give you a call?" She tilted her head slightly with a subtle smirk.

"I-" They cleared their throat. "Yeah sure." He grabbed her phone and put down his number. Wanda was not-so-subtly staring at him up close. Studying their facial features. I bet their very good with their mouth, she thought.

When they look up, Wanda was in their personal space. They were entranced by her captivating green eyes. "Say, Y/n, do you have a girlfriend?"

"N-no I don't."

Wanda gave them her devilish smile once again, "Shame..." She made a move to grab her phone in his hand, brushing their hands slightly. "I wouldn't want this to go to waste."

Damn this woman, she knows what she's doing.

So for the next few days Y/n would go on to do numbers of odd jobs from Wanda. Of course his main work was still as a Barista, but they had to be honest, Wanda's pay was somewhat higher? He didn't understand why she would be so generous with her payments, but he wasn't complaining. He needed this money bad.

And Wanda would also get more and more bold with her flirt each day.

Lightly brushing their hands together when he worked on her garden. Making flirty remarks like; "I wonder what other things those fingers are good at." when she hired them to teach her 7 year old boys guitar. Or guiding his hand while he was chopping vegetables that one time she needed a 'cook assistant'

Unfortunately, Y/n doesn't seem to be responding back. It frustrates her slightly as all she wanted to do was have them absolutely fucking ravish her. Meanwhile, Y/n was just happy that he's making a lot of money. Turns out they were right. A jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.

And Y/n was good at a number of things.

That's how they ended with more and more side jobs from other neighbors. Which caused a slight jealousy on Wanda's end. There's no denying that Y/n is a young hotshot that catches many other women's attention. Which is why the next time Y/n comes over, Wanda would have her ways.

Things are getting spicy-

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x internationalstudent!reader #wanda maximommy #scarlet witch #wanda maximilf #wanda x gn!reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x male reader #mommy wanda #wanda x student!reader #wanda maximoff fanfic #International Affair

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lokisprettygirl · 5 months

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Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

Read Chapter 14 // Series Masterlist

Chapter 15

Summary : Your relationship with Daemon changes.

Warning: 18+ dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her..don't like don't read), feeling of hopelessness, uncle Daemon kink (you don't have to squint), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be more smut later, masturbation, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, miscarriage , divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking, physical violence implied

A burning rage stirred within you as your eyes met hers, the last thing you wanted to do was smile at her. How dare she enter your home after all the pain and hurt she had caused not just to Daemon but your family as well?

“Y/n how are you?” Her screechy voice made you wince so you just crossed your arms and glared at Daemon but he was just staring at her. You couldn't really figure out what he was thinking.

“Get out of my house Stella” you said to her and just walked past her to go upstairs, swear to god if he was planning to get back to her you'd never ever even look at him again.

“Her house? The audacity is strange, her father owns it, does she not remember?” Stella chuckled as she turned to Daemon and she was about to hug him again but he put his hand out in front of her to stop her. He was too stunned with her presence to do anything about it when she hugged him the last time and you saw that and he figured you were going to take it the wrong way.

“Did he call you here?” He asked her with a clenched jaw and scowl evident on his face, your father had been making all the wrong decisions since he was diagnosed so he didn't put this behavior past him.

“No ..I came because I missed you dae” she gave him her typical sweet smile and it only infuriated him further.

“Don't call me that” he grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the door “Get out and don't come back.. I don't want you to come back here ever again”

He said to her with anger in his voice so she pulled her arms out of his grasp and glared at him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Daemon, i know our marriage fell apart but you're acting as if we haven't spent 13 good years together” she told him nonchalantly and he could only let out a chuckle because he was so frustrated.

“Good years? Are you fucking kidding me? Or maybe they were good for you because you got to fuck every other guy out there”

Her eyes teared up as he said that.

“You know that's not true..it happened just a few times and it only happened when there was a trouble in our marriage” he chuckled again as she said that,

“And cheating on our marriage was the sure shot way to fix that right?”

“Daemon–”

“Get the fuck out…you heard her right, this is her home and she doesn't want you here..I don't want you here and now that everyone knows the truth about you and him.. nobody wants to see your face”

“What do you mean they know?’ There was a look of shock on her face as she heard that. Daemon had sworn to never reveal what his best friend and his wife had done to him and your mother but now that the truth was out in the open he had nothing to fear or be afraid of.

“Get the fucking hell out of here before I call the security”

He warned her one more time, she was his ex wife and as much as he despised her she was still his ex wife, someone he considered family once and he didn't want to harm her in any ways.

As you stepped into your room you threw your bag at the bed and your heels flung into the corner of the room, you had never felt so angry the way you did in that moment. She was the reason your family was ruined all those years ago, if it wasn't for Daemon protecting your mother from the truth perhaps your parents would have been divorced by now, sure your father was equally responsible for this but you couldn't even bring yourself to be upset with him.

Everytime you looked at him he just seemed worse and your heart broke for him more and more everyday. You just wanted him to get better even though it didn't seem feasible.

You wanted to go check on Daemon but you felt resentment towards him as well, she hugged him and he didn't pull her away from him and he was staring at her, didn't even look at you when you spoke, what if he'd fall for her again and they would get married again? What if he'd decide to just move on and they give their broken marriage another chance?

You felt your heart shattering in tiny little pieces as you thought of the possibility.

That night as you looked at Daemon you didn't say a word because in anger you'd have only misspoken, your relationship wasn't anything like before, sure he was there for you every time you needed him but you felt that bond breaking slowly everyday.

As the next few days passed there was an itch in you that wanted to find out more about Daemon and Stella because you knew she was still in London and Daemon wasn't at home most of the evenings. Was he seeing her? Perhaps they were going on dates with each other to reconcile?

When you asked Rhaneyra about it she had no clue about their current situation so she asked Daemon about Stella but he refused to talk about her.

Two weeks later as your dad's birthday arrived he threw a party for himself but it wasn't lavish like all those years before, he just invited people he was close with, that included his brother and his family and some of his close friends over the years.

As you saw Daemon in his simple black tee and blue jeans you just wanted to hold him and feel his touch in return, his hair had gotten slightly longer since he had arrived, not that long but long enough to indicate he hadn't cut it in a while.

Sometimes you looked at him and wondered if you gave up on him too easily? Perhaps you could have made your father see why he was so perfect for you and why you'd never ever be able to move on from him but you didn't even try, you just gave up because your father was sick. He had never asked anything from you in all your life so when he asked you for that one thing that would keep him at peace you just wanted to give it to him but that didn't mean that you wanted to give up Daemon, you never wanted to let him go..

“Just kiss and make up already” you heard Rhaenyra's voice and snapped out of your daydreaming, as she hugged you, your eyes welled up, in all of these ordeal you were glad to have a friend like her, you didn't know how you'd have survived this situation without her support.

“You know I can't and now I'm afraid he's seeing her again”

She turned around to look at him suspiciously as you said that, when his eyes met with her he gave her a small smile but he didn't even look at you, he hardly ever looked at you outside of work these days.

As the guests began to leave, and you saw Stella approach with a box of presents, you felt your blood boil immediately. You saw your mother greeting her like an old friend, as if she didn't know that Stella had betrayed her by sleeping with her husband, almost breaking up their marriage. The fact that your mother could still be so friendly with Stella despite knowing the truth hurt you more than words could express.

When your dad opened his mouth and told everyone to bury the hatches and burn the bridge you just wanted to scream at him, sick or not you felt really frustrated and upset by his behavior.

You looked at Daemon to gauge his reactions towards her and you saw that he had turned around to leave for his room and your father gestured to Stella to go talk to him.

Did he think you had moved on from him and it was barely an infatuation on your part? Why was he doing this to you knowing how you felt for him and worst of all how could he invite her here after everything that had transpired amongst all of them?

Or maybe Daemon knew about it and maybe your doubts were right regarding him and Stella wanting to reconcile.

“Are you guys insane?” You asked your parents as it was just you and them now after she had left to go see him upstairs.

“Be mindful of your words sweetheart” your mum glared at you so you glared back at her in response

“She fucked him do you not remember that or you're suffering from amnesia?” You asked her and she just sighed in response and ignored your worries altogether. She was just doing everything your father asked her to do.

“It's time for your meds honey” she told your dad so he nodded and they both made their way to their bedroom. Your eyes welled up at their dismissive behavior towards you, were you overreacting or they were just not reacting as they should. She didn't come here on her own, your father must have invited her right? You understood his need to make everything right but this wasn't the way.

He didn't expect his best friend to get back together with his cheating ex wife right?

As you passed by Daemon’s room you heard their faint voices and you wanted to just ignore the situation and go to your room to sleep the pain away but you couldn't, you won't watch him ruin his life this way, not again, you were just a child the last time he got married but you won't let him make the same mistake twice..

You built up the courage and knocked on his door, it took him a few seconds to open but as he looked at you he was slightly taken aback, he wasn't expecting to see you on his door.

“Can we talk…please” you looked him right in the eye so he nodded and closed the door behind him

“Not here” he grabbed your arm and your breath hitched at the sudden touch, god you really missed him with every fiber of your being.

He took you to the next room and as you both entered he let go of your hand and maintained a distance from you,

“Are you alright?” He asked you and you had no idea what to tell him because you surely weren't alright.

“Yeah I'm just…what's going on..i mean with Stella”

You looked at him once before you couldn't take the heat of his gaze and looked down, he could see your fingers fiddling with each other. He never wanted your relationship with him to change, perhaps if you both had not taken that romantic turn things would have been different between you two but then did he regret taking one step closer to you and crossing that line he never should have crossed? No he didn't really regret that, it didn't last but it was beautiful. He loved his life when you belonged to him, he loved the way you used to love him.

When he didn't say anything you just felt even worse, you couldn't even talk to him in private without it turning weird between you two, silence became uncomfortable between you two and that's when you knew things had changed for the worse and you'd probably not get the old Daemon back..

“I should..go..I'm sorry I wasted your time” your eyes welled with tears as you walked past him but you didn't make it far as he had grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him.

As the tears rolled down you felt him cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with his thumbs..

“You never waste my time, I'm sorry i have been distant but it's necessary”

His voice was soft as a feather as he spoke and it only hurt you further, you felt as if you were losing him more and more everyday, sooner or later he'd move on and find someone else. The thought of finding him again and him being yours and then allowing him to slip so easily from you was something you'd always regret “Stop crying pixie” he mumbled as he pressed his forehead down on yours, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“i miss you…I miss you so much” as your broken words spilled his eyes teared up too, he had been trying to abide by the wishes your father had imposed on you two but watching you like this was heartbreaking, all he wanted to do was scoop you up in his arms and show you how much he had missed you as well.

“I miss you too darling, but I'm right here”

You took a step back as he said that, sure he was right there, he was close, very close but he was unreachable now. You couldn't get back to treating him the way you used to before.

“You're not…I'm losing you everyday and I can feel it” you mumbled with a trembling voice and he quickly wiped his tears before you'd see them. “Please promise me that no matter what happens you won't get back with her, promise me” you pleaded him as you grabbed his hand in yours, even if he wasn't meant to be yours he deserved someone who'd love him the way he deserved to be loved. He didn't deserve a woman like Stella in his life, he never did.

You looked at him with a hopeful eyes so he smiled between his tears

“You are worried about that huh?” He asked you softly as he grabbed onto your little fingers and brushed it with the back of his thumb, the touch ignited a fire within you. The farther you stayed from him the more you feared losing his attraction and affection towards you but moments like this made you believe that he was still into you as much as you were into him

“You didn't promise..i want you to promise”

You looked up at him so he chuckled, it was nice to see him smile even if it was from mere amusement of the situation.

“I wasn't planning to but if it would help make you feel better then i promise that I'd never ever get back to her”

“Really? So there were..no dates or anything?”

“Jesus no..who gave you that load of bollocks”

“Nobody..i was just.. worried” you mumbled meekly and all he wanted to do was to lean in and kiss you but he controlled himself,

“Got nothing to worry of, my heart still belongs to the prettiest girl I know”

His words made your heart flutter but then the fear kicked in. How long would he feel that way? Someday he'd move on in his life and perhaps you would too. The future where he was just your dad's best friend that you also worked with scared you, you feared losing the bond you shared with him.

“And mine belongs to the sweetest man I know and that man deserves the best in the world..so remember that” you hugged him for a moment and then you left before you'd do something stupid and betray the promise you had given to your dad. The last thing you wanted was to hurt him and stress him more in his condition.

The next day you were called into your dad's home office and he told you that you'd have to go to NYC for a presentation, the thing was that you weren't supposed to take Daemon with you and you had to deal with the presentation on your own which you didn't feel equipped for. You felt Daemon's eyes on you as you stepped out of his office to go prepare for this presentation, even Daemon didn't agree with your dad's decision, you were still learning and you already had plenty of responsibilities on your shoulders, he saw firsthand how anxious you got before every board meeting but at least he was there to calm you down,

“Don't you think you're being overly tough on her..she's not ready for this” Daemon told his old friend and only received an exaggerated sigh in response for a while

“I'm only preparing her for the world that is not going to pamper her or be kind to her, she needs a bit of awakening” he said to Daemon calmly,

“And whose fault is that? She has been sheltered all her life and suddenly you want her to do everything at once. Just stop for a second and think about her mental health–” your father stood up in anger and interrupted him mid sentence as he was surely offended by the accusation.

“Do you have a child of your own Daemon?” He asked Daemon a rhetorical question which he knew was asked just to put him down. “Don't teach me how I'm supposed to take care of my daughter. I know what I'm doing, i learned to be who I am when responsibilities weighed on me, she'd learn too, she's not a child”

Daemon's jaw clenched as he said that but he didn't respond because he didn't want to argue with him.

“Perhaps you'd give her the tough loving she requires when you'd stop lusting after my daughter and would start to see her as your own kin”

Her dad walked out after he said that and if it wasn't for you perhaps Daemon wouldn't have tolerated such a behavior. When he came back he was met with his old friend but of course since his disease had progressed and after learning the truth of your relationship with him your father had gotten extremely paranoid and he was always scared of dying any moment which made him snap at every person around him, people who were trying to take care of him were taking the brunt of it.

Next day he received a message from you and his heart rendered for you, he wished he was there to calm your nerves but it wasn't possible.

As promised Daemon was in your ears, not saying anything to distract you but offering words of affirmation every time you lost your confidence in the conference room.

It was indeed daunting being amongst the bunch of middle aged men who looked down upon you because you had suddenly taken over your father merely because he was sick. They came prepared to undermine your authority and your ideas but you did your best.

As soon as the presentation ended you made your way to the bathroom, hurled your guts out and then you cried for what felt like hours. There was this sickly feeling in your chest that made you believe that you had just put the company through a multi million loss because you didn't think your pitch was that strong. When you went home your fear was proven right because your father was really upset and disappointed with you and you felt like an absolute failure.

Especially because he had never treated you this way before, he was always so supportive even when you failed and now when you needed that support the most in your life he had shunned you out.

Not just that but he also wanted you to move back to your own place so you won't be around Daemon anymore.

When Daemon didn't see you step down for dinner he began to worry more and more about you, he was angry, pissed off at the way your father was choosing to do this with you..

He knocked on his office and he found your dad just drinking all alone which he shouldn't have been doing at such hours.

“Don't do this to her, don't be so harsh with her because you're trying to push her away from you”

Your father looked at him but there was a blank look on his face.

“I'm not pushing her away”

“I know what you're doing alright..we have been friends for years. Don't think you'll get away with lying and pretending for long” Daemon told him sternly and earned a sigh in response.

“She needs this, when the world will be cruel to her I want her to stand her ground and not crumble under the pressure” Daemon groaned as your father said that, he was at the end of his wits with him now. It wasn't you that needed toughness, it was your father instead.

“She'll learn that on her own time the way you did. What you're doing with her now is only breaking her confidence. She learned your ugly truth and in the same breath she found out that she was losing one of her parents, you made her break her own heart and then you put her on a pedestal, not to forget the stunt you pulled by inviting Stella knowing too well that it would bother her and now you want her to go live all alone with no one around her to support her?” He raised his voice and he could tell that his words were affecting your father,

“These are the memories you want to leave behind with her? Do you really think your death would hurt her less if you're a jerk to her? No it would only hurt her more because when you're gone she'd spend lifetime thinking about how she wasn't a capable daughter and how she wasn't able to make you proud you fucking arse”

Daemon walked out of his office after that because he didn't even want to look at him at the moment, he knew he'd start to feel pity for him and won't be able to say anything after that. He wished your father didn't have to leave so soon and he was cured miraculously but the treatment he was getting done was only borrowing him more time and after the upbringing your parents had given you he didn't want your father to ruin it all before his death, he didn't want him to take your innocence away from you.

As you heard a knock on your door you wiped your tears and got off the bed to open the door, it was Daemon on the other side and as soon as he saw your swollen red face he immediately stepped closer to you pulled you in his arms to hug you. He closed the door behind him even though deep down he didn't care what your parents would think about this now. He was done with their judgment for now when he knew you needed someone to tell you how proud he was of you.

You sobbed and sobbed until the tears went dry and headache began to set in. You didn't want to hurt your father but he was hurting you and you didn't think you'd be able to take more..

“i knew I'd fuck up…im not made for this” as he heard your broken sobs his eyes welled up as well, he wanted to protect you and he was going to do that whether your parents liked it or not.

“Shhhh puppy you did great, I was there, I heard you, you did nothing wrong, every experience is going to teach you something, it's not all gains in business, you lose at time and that's okay, your father failed plenty of times and he was much older than you when he did”

You looked up at him as he wiped your tears and cooed gently in your ears, as his sweet words infiltrated your ears you were finally able to register the close proximity you were sharing with him at the moment.

“It's okay to fail?”

“It's better to fail than not to try at all. And you tried my sweet girl..I'm so proud of you for that” You cupped his cheeks and leaned up to kiss his cheeks one by one before you kissed his forehead, his words were exactly what you needed at the moment, then you pulled away from him because you knew you'd kiss him if you'd continue to stay close to him and you had promised your dad to not do so.

“Ummmm i haven't showered in two days” he chuckled as you said that.

“Better get to that then and I need you to go downstairs for dinner after that alright?” He told you firmly so you nodded.

“Thank you..i love you” his brows furrowed as you mumbled that as if it was the most natural thing for you to say to him.

“I love you ..don't forget..no matter how distant I seem I'd always love you”

Things changed between you two once again that night, he was distant still but closer to you. He'd hold your hand when he found you shivering due to anxiety, he'd hug you everytime you panicked, he made jokes with you like before and he even flirted with you at times.

Your relationship that had changed for worse was starting to change for better this time, you had lost him as a lover but you didn't want to lose him as your man, as your family, whatever that meant. You needed him close and you needed him as yours, and he was there for you, he was willing to be there for you selflessly even though you barely gave him anything in return.

Weeks later Rhaenyra invited you to a family get together she held for her birthday, Daemon was there too of course and he looked sexier than ever, all black attire made him look devastatingly handsome and it was just your bad luck that you weren't able to get a taste of his sweetness.

That didn't last though, as the drinks went around between you two you got bolder and bolder and you didn't know why but he didn't resist your advances either, well not really, perhaps he was starving for your touch as well.

You knew both of you would regret it in the wake of daylight but that night you needed him in every possible way and you were going to get him.

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For those interested, I have made a music video with all the Xmas Special shots!

As (ominously) explained by Grimmy, this was completely non-canon, so not really an update per se. There are too many impossibilities. Sam and Laurie have a 15-year age gap, but they look almost the same age in this shooting. Theo would have been way too old to still be alive (although I did make him look older than he was in the story when he died, thank you @danjaley for the grandfather poses!). Elsie would never have been adopted by Ivy and given to Laurie. Even Sam and Nathaniel's conflict was cleared too easily.

I have already shown two Christmases at the Golzine's, and those were part of the story itself. The first one was in 2014, when Nathaniel and Ivy had just gotten together. The second Christmas was in 2018, and that was when Sam and Nathaniel's relationship had deteriorated. But this time, for once, I wanted to see all the family members together, as they could have been if they had all been alive and closer in age. In this one, Ange is over the moon: she has felt isolated for so long, she would have loved taking care of a big family. Theo is grumpy, first because he's getting old, but also because he still sees Ash as Nathaniel's mistake and therefore doesn't consider him part of the family. He can't help but snap at his son, and Nathaniel can't help but be resentful. Nate pulls a face when he gets out of the car because he dreads spending a whole evening getting criticized by his father. Which starts the moment Nate sets foot in the house: he's not wearing a tie and that is unacceptable! On the other hand, Theo's soft spot for Sam is clearly visible when she gives him a peck on the cheek and he's the one who claps the loudest when Ange presents her cake! :D (the cake itself is the baked angel food cake, because of course that is what Ange would bake)

As for Sam and Laurie, I've always described their relationship as 'healthy competition'', but I have a feeling that Sam would get on Laurie's nerves sometimes: she's quite a handful, let's be honest. :D That, and she is still the favorite child. But they love teasing each other, and when they're not playfully fighting over who the actual heir is, they sure know how to work together. Ivy plays it cool but she is so proud of her kids (I love that pic of her with Laurie and Sam!). And she's generous in accepting Ash unconditionally.

Laurie and Ash would have gotten along like two peas in a pod. That's why I showed the two of them having a walk in the snow, engrossed in their conversation. And I think Nathaniel would have been really happy for an opportunity to get to know Ash.

Erik (who does not wear the ankh necklace, which means that his father is also alive and well :)) would have felt very awkward, being formally introduced as Laurie's boyfriend. He's very much aware that he's lower on the social scale and he would have been dead scared of Theo! xD Laurie would have briefed Erik in detail about what he should do and not do in front of his grandfather, like which fork to use and above all: "wear a tie!" Even so, Erik couldn't resist rolling up his sleeves and loosening his tie before sneaking away for a smoke. xD

Did you notice the little nods to the actual story? Erik lighting Nathaniel's cigarette like Seth has done a thousand times, Nathaniel and Ivy taking a bath together (which is how they got busted by Sen aeons ago xD), Theo kicking Laurie's ass at chess, Ash finding comfort in petting a dog, Sam and Ash platonically sharing a single bed like they did at the dorm, and of course Laurie and Erik being together in this AU, even if nothing dramatic binds them this time.

I also wanted a moment in which Laurie is the center of everyone's attention and his whole family gathers around him. The poor boy needs it so much. The spontaneous expression on his face in that unused screenshot below breaks my heart. It's like he knows this is all a dream. 💔

I had written a long, depressing post about how 2023 was one of my worst years yet on a personal level, but I will keep that one to myself, it’s out of my heart now that it’s written down. Instead of dwelling on the bad stuff, I had a lot of fun shooting this non-canon update. I’m grateful to have my little space on here, and the incredible luck to have you guys to share my story with and inspire me with your talent. I’d rather focus on that for the year to come!

Wishing you a wonderful New Year's Eve! Thank you for your support throughout 2023. ❤️

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moonxmagix · 1 year

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Dad's Best Friend NSFW

Pairing: Frank Iero x Fem Reader

TW: smut 18+, age gap

Summary: You and Frank have a magnetizing pull to each other. Who will crack first under pressure? Like the title says, you're fucking your dad's best friend. Will you get caught?

A/N: part two is posted pls check it out 🥹

My dads friend was special. I’d frequently stand propped up against the door frame exchanging stares between him and I. I’d wear a shorter skirt or dress that day just when he was around. I was a tease, I’ll admit. When I turned 18, now 19, I’d really never had sexual desire for men or boys my age. I had never thought about a man as much as I did Frank. I'd frequently write in my journal about him and write his name over and over again until my wrist would give out.

Luckily Frank was over all of the time which means I got to see him and watch him glare at me and my body. It was like a game to see who would crack first. One day my father, known as Gerard Way, came up to me and told me to get ready for dinner. “Are we going out?” I asked. “Yeah, get dressed please. We’re leaving in 20,” my father said, kissing me on the head.

I stayed calmed on the outside but on the inside I squealed. I ran to my closet and picked out something simple but hot. Usually after we eat we go out to do something like an arcade. I remember one time we went and Frank won me a cute Hello Kitty plush.

I wore a System of a Down t-shirt, black jean skirt, converse, and silver chain necklace. For makeup all I did was tight line my eyes, added blush, highlight, mascara, and a lip gloss. Didn’t wanna go too heavy. I looked at myself one more time before I left my room and felt contempt with how I looked.

I walked out of my room and my dad saw my shirt, “Did you steal that out of my closet?” I frequently took things out of there because he had shirts of bands I really liked. He introduced me to them, “Possibly,” I said with a smile.

We went to the car and headed to the food place to meet everyone there. I got out of the car and fixed up my appearance a bit, I saw that Ray and Mikey brought their kids who I was kinda friends with but they were a lot younger than me. Frank didn’t have kids, which sucked because I could’ve used them to my advantage to get closer to him but I’ll play the hard game.

“What’s up? Good to see you again Y/N,” Frank said to me. I haven’t seen him in a few weeks because he’s been touring a bit doing solo projects. His breath smelled of mint gum.

He hugged me for a little longer and squeezed tightly. Whenever he did those things it never came off strange or weird to the people around us. We were all very affectionate towards each other considering how close everyone was.

We walked into the restaurant and my dad and I sat at complete opposite ends of the table. Frank sat near the edge of the booth and I sat next to him with Ray next to me. Everyone talked amongst themselves and I sat quietly, I wasn’t much of a talker especially around a large group of people. Anxious people problems.

I think Frank noticed and whispered in my ear, “You alright?” He had a look of slight concern on his face. “Yeah,” I whispered back, nodding. "I've got ya," he said reassuringly. We both turned our attention back to the table when I felt something poke my thigh.

It was Frank's pinky finger gently rubbing my thigh and the edge of my skirt. Chills ran down my back and all over my arms. He slowly but surely worked his entire hand on my thigh, I could feel his cold rings rubbing against me which made my legs get chills.

He left his hand there and rubbed his thumb, it was driving me crazy. I was so desperate for him, in need of his touch. Oh how I’ve been waiting for this for so long and it is finally here.

We ate our food and I stole a few bites from both Ray and Frank's plate. After I finished I felt a bit tired and rested my head on Frank’s shoulder. I started to fall asleep and took a good 30 minute nap. God these people talk a lot. I woke up and yawned, “Someone’s tired,” Frank said teasingly. “Nah, just bored and ready to party,” I said jokingly. Which he chuckled at.

After that we drove to the arcade, this is my chance to get him alone. This place is dark and huge so I have plenty of places to hide both of us in.

We all kinda went our own way after getting cards to swipe on the machine. I told my dad I was gonna go to certain machines but I wanted to scope things out, but not too suspiciously. If I can’t find anything then to the bathroom it is!

I see Frank playing a game and I go to the one next to it, skeeball. I started playing and bent down to pick up the ball and made sure he could see under my skirt. I made sure to wear skimpy underwear for him. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist.

I finished playing and before I could leave I felt a body stand behind but next to me. I turn to see Frank and my cheeks turn red, “You think you can tease me like that?” he whispers in my ear. “N-no sir, I’m just playing the game,” I was so flustered. “Game my ass, come with me,” he said, pulling my hand.

He took me to the family bathroom and locked the door immediately. He pushed me against the wall and our lips met, I was hungry. Our tongues fought for dominance and I moaned into the kiss. “I’ve waited for you to make the first move, Y/N,” He said, pulling my skirt down.

He turned me around and pulled my underwear down sliding himself into me. He told me to keep my moans quiet so he covered my mouth. Frank took my virginity. I can't believe it. Something about it was so hot and risky.

“You’re mine, you’re fucking mine Y/N,” he said while pounding me until my legs were shaking profusely. I came all over him and he pulled out. We cleaned ourselves up and went to the pizza bar as a cover.

We got our pizza then went to sit down at a table, a part of me was scared to be alone with him but this is what I’ve wanted for so long. We sat at a table and I was way too nervous to talk, “Don’t be so shy baby,“ he winked. “Sorry, I can’t help it,” I smiled slightly. “I had fun,” I said.

He smiled, “Me too! We’ll do it more,” he said, winking at me. It kinda shocked me, does he want this as much as I do? I could only hope so. After that we went back to the arcade and finished playing games. Thankfully no one suspected us or where we went.

We walked to the car and my dad stopped to ask me something, I felt my stomach drop to my ass and I expected him to ask where we went. But instead he asked me if it was alright if Frank stayed a few nights with us in-between his tour. “Yeah I don’t see why not,” I said shrugging. Fuck yeah. But also huh???

Frank got in the car with us and I had to sit in the back now, mostly on my phone while they both talked. We got home and I went to my room immediately, I was ready to get out of these clothes! I changed into some fluffy skull pajamas pants and a black tank top. I was blessed with a bigger chest and I knew Frank wouldn’t resist me when I looked like this. I washed my makeup off and threw my hair up in low pigtails.

I went down stairs into the kitchen to get a drink and ran into Frank making coffee for him and my dad. “You tease,” he said, pushing me against the counter pressing his lips to mine. He twirled my pigtails in between his hands and fingers, then moved them around my face.

He released and tapped me on the butt before grabbing the coffees and about to leave the room. He stood in the door frame and said, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“See you tonight,” I said smiling.

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It was around 12 am and Frank still hasn't come around. I sat there in bed and sighed heavily, I wasn’t tired any bit so I decided to play a bit of guitar by the window. I decided to play Cherry by Harry Styles. It was such a comforting song to play and listen to, I’d hum along.

It wasn’t until I heard my door crack open and saw a familiar face. I motioned my hand to invite him in and he closed the door behind him quietly. He sat next to me, “What’cha playing?” he asked. “Just Harry Styles, I’ve been waiting for you,” I said, smiling at him, blushing. When he looked at me I felt my entire body glow with red and the warmth of a thousand suns.

“Oh really? I’m sorry it took so long, I’m here now sweetheart,” he said pushing my hair behind my ear. I sat my guitar down and he immediately grabbed my face with his tattooed hands. I grabbed his hand and took him to my bed. We laid next to each other just cuddling for a while until we made out once again.

It got heated pretty fast and next thing you knew all of my clothes were off and he was rubbing his warm, rough hands all over my body. He got down to my pussy, rubbing his fingers all around me, teasing me. “Frank please,” I begged. “Please what?” he smirked, inserting a finger. “Please sir, fuck me,” I said moaning quietly. He inserted another finger moving them quickly until I came everywhere on them.

“Open your mouth,” he said, so I did. He put both fingers in my mouth and told me to suck. I could see how hard he was under his pajama pants, he took them and told me to get on the floor on my knees. I opened my mouth for him, he took my hair in his fist and slowly inserted himself in my mouth. He pulled my face down on his cock, making me gag. I bobbed my head on his cock, making his head lean back in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he said, which made me feel so giddy. I deepthroated his cock making him cum all down my throat. He tasted so sweet. I wish I could have this all of the time.

“Get back in bed,” he said, smacking my ass. As I was about to lay down he pulled my body into a doggy position. I shook my ass inticing him to fuck me, he inserted himself into me once again. Oh how I’ve been missing this feeling, I felt whole with him inside of me. “Fuck Y/N,” he moaned moving faster and faster. He put my arms behind my back pushing my head into the pillows with his other hand.

I was moaning pretty loud, “Shut the fuck up you slut. Shut that pretty mouth,” he growled. I shut my mouth, moaning into the pillows and sheets which muffled them by a lot. I came again, he then flipped us to where I was now riding him. My boobs bounced up and down and he grabbed them gripping hard, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Hearing those words made me go faster and harder on his cock. He was biting his fist, he smacked my boobs and played with my nipples which made me bite my lips.

“I’m about to cum,” he said. I got off and started sucking him off again so he’d cum in my mouth. He came in my mouth and we both collapsed next to each other. He got up and put his clothes back on and so did I. We snuggled up against each other and fell asleep. What a night.

I groaned as the sun flashed in my eyes. I rolled over to see the other side of the bed empty and the sheets pulled back. A small frown appeared on my face knowing I wouldn’t be waking up with him. I reached for my phone on the nightstand but felt a piece of paper on it, it read;

I’m sorry I left you all alone this morning but I had to go. I got a call unexpectedly and I have silly tour stuff to do. I miss you already. Make sure not to tell anyone about our special night and our special relationship. ;) I left you a few cigarettes too, text me when you wake up. Frank xo

I folded the paper up and slid it into my journal.

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idontknowreallywhy · 4 months

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Estera - Ch 26 - Meet

I couldn’t leave them like that over Christmas could I?

Yet again it got too long so I’ve split it into two little ones (meaning I’ve now ended up with 3 chapters from what was meant to be one… this is why planning is futile 😂). Will post one now and one later then take a little break for Christmas fic consumption!

(What went before)

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“It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault.”

He wasn’t sure how long they had stood like that as she wept her heart out into his chest and apologised over and over and over again. Sometimes in English, sometimes in what he guessed must be Polish. A few of his own tears ran into her hair as he kept repeating the same reassurance, hoping at some point she would hear and believe him.

Every time she said it, it was like a punch to his stomach. He struggled not to beg her to stop, not to try to reason her out of it, even knowing that pure logic had never really helped him deal with this either.

Even so, he couldn’t bear to be the reason for her being in pain. He was a fool, he should have seen it. He’d been so distracted by dealing with his own misplaced guilt and confusion after their meeting that he hadn’t considered that she could be too…

Sure, he’d been worried for her, concerned that the occasions they had met again could had triggered bad memories, nightmares, flashbacks even. A resurgence of those four consonants that trip off the tongue and disguise a world of agony. She’d acknowledged as much in the middle of a sleepless UK night while he sent messages by glorious daylight from his favourite viewpoint up on the volcano.

But this? He hadn’t realised guilt had been ripping her soul apart too.

He screwed up his face in frustration - it was so unnecessary. The signs were there. If he’d realised, he could have fixed it sooner. Maybe said something to reassure her…

After a while the irony that he was feeling guilty for her feeling guilty did begin to nudge at him and he rolled his eyes at himself. Perhaps they were as bad as each other.

Time passed and the heavy shuddering sobs phased into sniffles with the occasional hiccup. He kept his hold light, resisting the urge to bear hug her like he would a brother. She cleared her throat uncomfortably and mumbled another apology, but different this time. He let go and cast about for something to break the awkwardness of the moment, picked up the abandoned bag of coffee beans and did his best Parker impression:

“Perhaps a nice cup of ill-advisedly strong caffeine, m’lady?”

She snorted a little, rolling her eyes at the dodgy British accent then gave him a watery smile before nodding her head towards the grinder on the bench behind him.

“I’ll just go and fetch the… thing. I might need a second to… um, finish wrapping it.”

She had disappeared through a door before he could reply and he let out a long breath, wiping his eyes with the heel of his hand. That had been… unexpected. But hopefully positive. He hoped he’d helped. He dreaded to think how long she’d been holding all that back. Again, he worried for how alone she was and felt that increasingly familiar rush of gratitude for the closeness of his own family.

He poured beans into the grinder and set the coffee machine going before looking around. Although compact, her space was warm and cheerful. No particular decorative theme but for a handful of random objects in the same shade of blue as the streak in her hair - his mind made a list without any particular input from him - the tablecloth, a cushion, an abstract painting, a carved figure of a bird. Even the doorframes. Did that count as one or four things? Oh and a picture frame over there.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he walked over to examine a wall full of photos and identified what must be her sister and grown up nieces. The resemblance to her sister was uncanny, although the age gap looked to be similar to his and Alan’s, the nieces almost closer in age to their aunt than their mother was.

The one in the blue frame was of Estera herself with an… impressively large dog, and another showed her looking delighted at the finish line of the London marathon. There was a school staff photo from which she smiled proudly and he spotted her in the back row of a gi-wearing group with very serious expressions.

He was drawn to a slightly crumpled and stained photograph in a plain silver frame which showed, he realised with a jolt, her at about the age she’d been when they’d first met, grinning broadly with her arms over the shoulders of two smiling people he guessed were her parents. She was somehow the perfect blend of the two faces.

She must have been carrying it as she escaped her homeland. Unthinkingly, he reached out a hand and rested the tip of his finger on the top of her tiny photographic head. Then jumped and retracted his arm as she re-entered the room hugging something silvery to her chest.

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She’d actually wrapped the present a week ago, but needed a moment to compose herself. She went to the little sink in the corner and splashed water on her face before burying it in a towel and trying to will away the residual hiccuppy spasms.

She supposed she should be embarrassed… at some point she probably would be. At the moment she had no idea what she felt apart from shaky and exhausted. With a shiver she realised the last person to have held her like that would have been her father… as she stood in the hallway of their family home and he’d promised they’d see her soon. Her sister had never really been a huggy one, that had always been Estera until… well, until she wasn’t. She’d had difficulty with that kind of proximity to other people for a long time.

She heard the sound of the coffee grinder from the kitchen - he hadn’t taken the opportunity to run away yet then. Not that she thought he would. He might wish he could, but he was too decent, too caring to do that. At least she could give him the gift now and then if she had made it too weird he could just not come back. Although again, somehow, she knew he would. She suddenly realised she had no idea how long she’d been and hurriedly fetched the parcel from the cupboard and headed back into the living room.

He leapt back from her parents’ picture looking guilty.

“Ah! Sorry, I didn’t mean to… err I was just… there are some great photos here and I…”

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His excuses petered out and there was a moment where both of them froze, Estera looking at him appraisingly. She appeared to come to some kind of decision and walked towards him. Taking hold of his hand, which was still hovering awkwardly in the air, she placed it back against the photograph.

“Scott, meet Andrzej and Ewa. Mama, Tata, this is my friend Scott.” She tilted her head and added quietly “Mówiłem ci o nim”.

“It’s an honour to meet you both.” Scott did his best to keep his voice steady.

She released his hand and blushed as he looked over at her.

“I’m sorry, that was probably… odd. I still talk to them sometimes. A lot of the time? Um. So…”

“Not odd at all. Here…” Scott swiped through his comm to the image he had bookmarked and projected it as a hologram. It showed the last full family photo they’d taken from which his mom and dad laughed, so full of life, surrounded by their five boys.

“Meet Lucy and Jeff. I… talk to them every day too.” He swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “It’s not enough, though, is it?”

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His hand shook a little as he held it up and the hologram flickered. She placed her hand underneath his and took a little of the weight of his arm as she studied the photograph. The most striking thing at first glance was how very much the father in the photo resembled the man standing next to her. She didn’t mention it. She doubted she would be the first, or that he’d really want to hear it again. She looked instead at his mother, Lucy, the warmth and kindness in her expression almost radiating from the picture. That was familiar too.

“I’m pleased to meet you.” she whispered.

“She’d have liked you.”

He said it so quietly, Estera wasn’t quite sure she’d heard correctly, or what he meant by it so she remained quiet for a moment before her thoughts accidentally spilled out of her mouth again:

“Wherever they are they must be so very proud of you.”

His breath hitched and his shoulders tensed. Ok, there was something going on there.

“Maybe. I hope so.” He sounded so unsure, it made her heart hurt.

“Well I would be. You’re a good man, kind, friendly, fun and an excellent listener.” She paused and he looked at her in overt surprise.

“And I guess even the dad jokes are pretty good, you know, once you get over the shock of them being so bad.”

That made him smile. Actually it was more of a smirk:

“I knew it.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #idontknowreallywhy fanfic #estera #tb estera #Scott Tracy

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woman-of-balnain · 1 year

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Undone in Sorrow Part 1/10 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: Finally coming face to face with Negan threatens the ties that bind your relationship with Rick together. After that first meeting, the two of you try to pick up the broken pieces of one another and become whole again.

Please note that while this story is completed, I’m really unhappy with how the last half of it turned out. I’m planning to completely rewrite it, so if you do decide to read this, just know that it’s not my best work (by a long shot) 🫣

A/N: This is a sequel to my other story ‘the Claim’ and probably won’t make much sense if you haven’t read that.

This chapter is mainly just setting up the story and involves events from 6x15 and most of 6x16. I’m not interested in just writing out the show though, so it jumps around a fair bit through the events of those episodes, focusing on the Reader’s role during those events.

The a/b/o dynamics are a little more in the background in this chapter but they will come into play more in the next chapters.

The Reader is Hershel's eldest daughter, but you can also read it as you being his daughter through adoption or having a different mother to both Maggie and Beth. Basically meaning that you can read this with any physical description in mind. But the Reader is considered as 100% his daughter and the sister of Maggie and Beth in all the ways that matter.

Reader is also more of a typical omega, especially since she isn’t on any suppressants. When comparing her with both of her sisters, I see her more like Beth than Maggie. Someone who has learned to fight to protect themselves but isn’t a hardened fighter like some of the other characters around her.

Lastly, I’m going to see how well this is received. I have it plotted out and everything but I’m so used to writing more smutty stuff while this story is more angst + hurt/comfort. So any feedback would be really helpful to let me know if I’m doing okay with this and if I should continue.

Warnings: Protective Rick, angst, a little bit of arguing between Rick/Reader, age gap (Rick is 13 years older than you), you are 26 and Rick is 39, A/B/O dynamics, you have suspicions that you are pregnant, mentions of past miscarriage/stillbirth

Word Count: 4,666

Dividers by: @newlips + @cafekitsune

Turn if you may, from battles never done, I call, as they go by me one by one, Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace, For him who hears love sing and never cease

The sun was filtering through the window of your bedroom, bathing you in warm light when you stirred awake. The reality of Alexandria was still surreal to you, even though it had been around two months since you all arrived and were finally able to settle into somewhere that could truly be a home again.

Slowly, you had all gotten used to it and let your guards down, but part of it still felt too good to be true. At least to you.

Turning in the soft sheets of your bed, you came face to face with Rick, who had been pressed up against you in his sleep. His features were relaxed, no sign of tension or the burdens that were often placed upon him. You couldn’t help but reach out and let your fingertips run across his short beard, taking in the light grey that was spread throughout and which moved up to the hair around his temples.

You loved every single thing about him, but his coarse facial hair always reminded you of the intimate moments you shared. It always tickled against your skin, leaving echoes of his affection long after his touch was gone.

Your ministrations caused his eyes to flutter open and then his lips curved up into a smile when the fog of sleep left him and he took in the sight of you. Returning his smile with a sweet one of your own, you leaned forward to give him a quick kiss and savored the way his arms seemed to automatically wrap around you.

“Morning, handsome,” you said, bringing your fingers up to move through his hair.

“Mmm,” he stifled a yawn before affectionately brushing his nose against yours. “Morning, sweetheart.”

Days like these were ones that you cherished. When neither of you were in a hurry to be anywhere and you could wake up slowly, enjoying each other’s company before you got up and faced reality. Peering over Rick’s shoulder, you saw through the baby monitor that Judith was still sound asleep.

Your movement allowed him to bury his face in your neck, his lips automatically finding the mating bite he’d given you and pressing soft kisses to it. You sighed happily, laying back down onto the bed and Rick followed your movements, bringing his mouth back to yours.

His lips moved languidly against your own, soft and sensual as his hands explored along your lower stomach, fingertips teasing your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and just enjoying the fact that you were together. That you were both safe – that your family was safe.

“I love you,” was whispered from your lips as they only just left his own.

“I love you too,” he responded immediately, pulling back to look into your eyes.

His touch left your stomach, and he cupped your face in his hands, his brow furrowing as he saw some uneasiness in your gaze.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just Maggie,” you admitted.

“You’re thinking about your sister right now?” He quipped, raising an eyebrow.

“Come on,” you laughed softly at his teasing before you turned serious again. “After what those Saviors did that to her and Carol… I’m just worried, that’s all.”

“Baby, it’s over,” his gaze softened, and his fingers began to stroke your cheeks. “You don’t have to worry about it anymore. They’re all gone, we took care of it. Hilltop came through and things are gonna get better.”

“Yeah, it’s just… there’s always something that comes after, you know?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he insisted, his tone confident and steadfast. “This is our home now and we’re always gonna fight for it. It doesn’t matter what comes next because this is all ours. No one’s gonna take it from us. I promise.”

You nodded, knowing that Rick had always come through. No matter what had been thrown your way, even with losing people, he always won the fight in the end.

“I know. I believe in you, Rick, I know that you’ll do everything you can to protect this place. I’m just… still getting used to the fact that Alexandria is real. It still feels too good to be true.”

“Hey, it’s okay to just enjoy it, you know? After everything we’ve been through, we deserve this. It’s not going anywhere, and neither are we.”

You looked up at him with admiration, knowing that he was right and that he would never stop fighting for a chance, no matter how dark and messed up the world had gotten and could still become.

“Thank you, Rick,” you said softly, before noting the slight confusion that crossed his features. “For always fighting to keep us all safe.”

“You don’t ever have to thank me for that, sweetheart,” he smiled down at you affectionately. “It’s my job.”

You grinned back at him, feeling a little more at ease. And then Rick bent his head down, bringing your lips into another kiss and you let the rest of your trepidation fade away.

You found Maggie sitting at the kitchen table when you stopped by her house later that day. After Enid explained that she’d taken over your younger sister’s shift, you had wanted to check up on her. After her encounter with that group of Saviors and especially now with Carol gone, you were still worried about how she was doing.

You gave a couple of light knocks to the door before letting yourself inside, eyeing her with concern.

“Hey,” she greeted you, looking up with a small smile.

“How’re you doing?” You asked, moving over to the table.

“I’m fine,” she brushed away your concern, looking back down at the book she’d been reading.

“Carol’s gone,” you told her, causing Maggie to look back at you with surprise. “Left in the middle of the night. So, you can’t blame me for being worried.”

“Did anyone go after her?”

“Yeah. Rick left a little while ago. But Maggie… look, you don’t have to talk about it, but I’m still gonna worry. You’re pregnant and I don’t want anything to happen to you. I can’t… we’ve lost too many people already.”

Maggie regarded you softly, understanding the meaning behind your words all too well. Of all the people in your lives before the fall, now it was only the two of you left. And the pain of losing your father and then your baby sister… that was all still raw and fresh for both of you.

But then she frowned, a slight look of judgement crossing her features and you looked away. You knew what had likely entered her mind, but hoped you were wrong. You didn’t want to discuss it right now. You just wanted to focus on Maggie and if she was okay.

“And what about you?” She asked, confirming your fears that she was going to make you talk about it. “Have you told Rick yet?”

“No…” You admitted.

“Y/N,” she sighed. “He deserves to know.”

She was right, you knew that. But that didn’t stop the trepidation you felt about having that particular conversation with your alpha. Things that had happened in the past left you doubting how he might handle the news that you suspected you were also pregnant.

If you were, then you were likely only about as far along as your sister. It wasn’t obvious, and you weren’t showing, so Rick had no idea about your suspicions.

“I know that Maggie,” you answered her. “I just… I don’t want to get his hopes up again. Not after last time. Not until I know for sure.”

She gave you a sympathetic look, knowing what you were referring to. Back in the prison, you’d been pregnant before. But once the flu went around, you’d gotten extremely sick and gone into premature labor at only 6 months along. Despite your father, Hershel, doing everything he could to help, the baby had come out stillborn.

Rick had been out, dealing with Carol and when he got back it was already over. It had left both of you distraught, but you knew Rick also felt guilt over not being there. So, you didn’t want to tell him yet, not until you knew for sure.

“Y/N,” Maggie leaned over the table, taking your hands in hers. “I understand, but with everything that’s been going on... we don’t have the luxury of guarantees anymore. We don’t know what’ll happen today, or tomorrow. You should just tell him, because if something happens, you don’t want to be left with that kind of regret.”

You could see the logic in her words, but your conversation with Rick earlier than morning was still fresh in your mind.

“I see what you’re saying, but this is Rick we’re talking about. Everything we’ve been through, it’s him that got us out of it. Nothing’s going to happen, Maggie. I’ll tell him when I’m ready. Now that the Saviors are gone, I’ll organize to go see Dr. Carson. If he confirms it, then I’ll tell Rick.”

“Okay,” she relented, pulling back with another sigh. “Just don’t wait too long. You know better than anyone that he would want to know.”

Your only answer was to give a short nod, knowing that she was right. But ultimately, it was between you and Rick, so you quickly changed the topic, asking where Glenn was.

It wasn’t long before you regretted your words to Maggie, how you had been so certain that nothing was going to happen. She was right – she usually was. In this new world there were no guarantees, and something was always going on. Usually something bad rather than good.

You had panicked when she fell to the floor in severe pain, right after Enid had stopped by and cut her hair. After a moment though, you had sprung into action and told Enid to get help. She had returned with Rick who had apparently only just arrived back in Alexandria a little while ago. He had quickly taken control of the situation.

Now, you were in the RV, right by Maggie’s side and trying to comfort her, even as anxiety pulsed through you from the way she looked. Your little sister was feverish and groaning from the pain in her abdomen.

The worst part was how none of you knew what exactly was wrong. You only knew that it was something to do with the baby and that you’d never seen your sister looking so ill.

“Y/N.”

You turned, seeing Rick in the doorway. You caught the tell-tale signs that betrayed his worry, but they were subtle, and to most he would have seemed like his calm and confident self. He gestured with his head that he wanted to talk to you, so you got up and followed him outside of the RV.

“We’re heading out now,” he said lowly, his head dipping a little so that he was looking you right in the eye. “She’ll be okay, I’ll make sure she is.”

“I know that…” you replied, a little confused.

When you didn’t make any move to leave or say goodbye, Rick frowned.

“You’re not coming,” he said sternly, attempting to leave no room for argument.

“Yes, I am,” you retorted, getting frustrated. “I’m not leaving Maggie on her own.”

“She won’t be alone, she has all of us. Y/N, you need to stay here.”

“Rick, I know you’re going to do everything you can to get her to Hilltop safely, but she’s my sister. Glenn isn’t here, I need to be with her.”

“And I need you safe,” he countered, moving to take your hands in his. “I… need you to stay and take care of Judith.”

You knew that despite the love you both held for your adopted daughter, he was just using that as an excuse.

“There’s other people to look after Judith. She’ll be fine here because here is safe. Besides, you already took care of the Saviors. I know you don’t like it, and that you’re just worried, but I can’t stay here and wonder if Maggie’s okay. I need to be there for her. After dad, after Beth… I can’t just sit around waiting and wondering. Please, Rick.”

He sighed, letting go of you and running a hand through his hair.

“Fine,” he gave in. “But you stay with Maggie. If we run into trouble, you say out of sight. And you do everything that I tell you to. Everything, Y/N.”

“I will,” you agreed.

“Okay,” he nodded, his features softening a little. “Sorry, I just… never mind.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll tell you later. We need to get moving.”

You could tell that there was something weighing on him. Something new, that hadn’t been there in the morning before he left to look for Carol. But Rick was right, you needed to get Maggie to Dr. Carson and if he said it could wait, then you trusted that it wasn’t anything too important.

You quickly worked out why Rick was so reluctant to let you come, as the RV was blocked at every turn. The confidence he held when you all set out began to slip away, replaced with anxiety. But there was no time in the chaos of it all to confront him about the fact that the Saviors had actually not been taken care of and that there were still plenty more out there.

The attack on the satellite outpost hadn’t finished anything at all. Instead, it had started something and all of the signs pointing to the Saviors having a lot of people and a lot resources set you on edge.

“She’ll be okay,” Carl said from behind you.

You turned around, seeing the boy who had grown exponentially since the first time you met him. Back then, when he was brought to the farm, shot and bleeding out, you hadn’t known if he’d make it. Now there was hardly any trace of that boy left, with Carl becoming hardened from the world around him and all of the things he’d experienced.

You looked back to Maggie, taking in the way she was burning up and how Rick tried to soothe and reassure her.

“We don’t know that,” you replied to Carl, worried by the way her condition had worsened.

“My dad will get us there,” Carl insisted. “You know that. Once she’s at Hilltop and sees the doctor, she’ll be fine.”

“Carl…”

You turned back to face him, unsure if you should say what was on your mind. Carl usually had a steadfast faith in Rick, and you didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize that, but you could clearly see and sense the panic building up in your alpha.

“What is it?” The boy who was practically your son asked. “What’s wrong?”

He knew you well enough by now to pick up on when you were worried over something.

“Just… look at him. He’s getting anxious and so am I. If we don’t get there soon, what will happen to Maggie? It doesn’t seem to matter what route we take, it’s like they’re always five steps ahead of us.”

“Y/N,” Carl said, his tone serious and his resolve unwavering. “We’ve been through hell before and every time, we’ve gotten out of it. Stop worrying, it’ll be fine.”

You just nodded, not missing the way his confidence showed how much he’d matured over the years. But you also wondered how he wasn’t picking up on Rick’s scent, which betrayed his inner turmoil to you. Maybe it wasn’t as strong to the others. Or maybe it had something to do with the mating bond you shared.

There were other signs though; the sweat covering his skin and how it made some of his curls stick to his forehead, the frantic look in his eyes, the way he’d started breathing a little heavier… He was starting to feel trapped in a corner and if it weren’t for Maggie, you knew he would’ve been fighting back by now. But they’d caught him in a weak moment, when he had to control his emotions in order to keep other people safe. And you knew that it was starting to get at him and leave him feeling helpless.

It felt like days had passed, rather than just hours. The entire group that was in the RV was on edge – except maybe Carl, who had a strange, stoic calmness throughout the whole thing. But now, night had fallen and after Eugene’s suggestion, the group had decided to split up.

You stood outside the RV, silently watching as the others prepared to leave. After Rick spoke with Eugene, he caught your eye and made his way over to you. Your stomach churned with apprehension, picking up on how high strung he was.

It was strange because you’d never really experienced anything like it. Even before you’d claimed one another, there had been that undeniable pull and connection between the two of you. But you’d never been so attuned to his emotions before, and it was almost like his were mixing and intertwining with your own, confusing you about what it was you were feeling and what was coming from him.

But you had made a decision and despite how uneasy he was, you were resolved to go through with it.

“I’m going with Eugene,” you told him gently, not wanting to argue about it.

Rick’s features twisted, his expression becoming even more desperate. He shook his head and looked at you with wide, pleading eyes.

“Baby, please,” he implored you, speaking softly in order to try and keep your conversation private. “It’s bad enough that you’re out here and not at home. We’re not splitting up.”

He wasn’t angry or frustrated or trying to assert his authority over you. Instead, he just looked desperate, and it broke your heart. You often saw a different side of him in private, compared to the others, but that didn’t make his obvious distress over the situation any easier to absorb. But you knew that you would be more useful with Eugene than on foot with the others.

“I’m not a fighter… you know that Rick,” you tried to reason with him. “If this is how I can help Maggie, then that’s what I’m going to do. We’ll be okay, they’re just trying to stop us from getting to Hilltop. I know you’ll get her there safely. I trust you to do that, so trust me to do this.”

“We don’t know what they’re trying to do,” he argued. “You going with Eugene could be just as dangerous!”

“Rick, we don’t have time to fight about this. Please, just get my sister to the doctor and let me do my part to help. Something I know I can do to help her.”

“You said you’d do what I told you to,” he pointed out. “When I let you come with us. So why are you fighting me on this?”

“Because I’ll just be in the way if I come with you.”

He sighed, before moving towards you. Then he was resting his forehead against your own as his hands came to hold your hips. You felt the way his resolve washed away and knew that he was done fighting you on the matter.

“Baby, just promise me you’ll be safe,” he relented, knowing they had to leave quickly.

“I’ll do everything I can to try,” was the best answer you could give him.

He nodded before titling his head to kiss you. It was brief, but it still conveyed so many emotions. He was desperate and panicked, unsure of what might happen in the near future. But you were all determined to try, knowing that Maggie was in danger and needed medical attention as soon as possible.

Rick’s scent wrapped around you, seeping through until you felt his trepidation, his fear and his doubts like they were your own feelings. But when he pulled his lips away from yours, he put his walls back up and headed over to the others, preparing to carry Maggie through the woods to safety.

Abraham and Eugene exchanged a nod while Rick gave you one last lingering look. You smiled back at him, hoping it would give him reassurance, but deep down you knew that it likely wouldn’t. If the way his own inner emotions had been so obvious to you were any indication, then your own were probably just as clear to him.

“Come on,” you said to Eugene, turning away from the man you loved. “We should get going too.”

He just nodded, following you back into the RV.

Rick’s heart was pounding like a drum in his chest as the floodlights suddenly turned on, temporarily blinding him and the others. The trademark whistling of the Saviors resounded around them, too loud and too high-pitched, ringing through his ears. Time seemed to move slowly around him, as his mind struggled to catch up and comprehend what was happening.

His small group turned and looked through the clearing, taking in the sight of countless Saviors, who were completely trapping them in the area. Very briefly, he was glad that you’d convinced him to let you stay with Eugene. Because it was bad enough that Carl was with him in that moment. If you were there, the very final threads of his sanity would have likely snapped.

Carl could take care of himself. But you? You were an omega, the very definition of someone who needs to be protected and as your alpha, that was his job. He knew that he should have tried harder to talk you out of coming on the trip, back in Alexandria. After realizing that there were more Saviors out there when he was with Morgan, looking for Carol. He’d almost told you, but the urgency of the situation had prevented him from doing so.

And now, they were surrounded with no way out. The sense of hopelessness that had gradually been building up inside of him as the RV was blocked at every turn now boiled over. He was failing Maggie, his own sister-in-law, during the time she when needed him and his leadership the most. She had said she trusted him, believed in him and he’d let her down. He’d let them all down.

The future had never been so uncertain, but if he knew one thing, it was that it sure as hell didn’t look good. Rick realized that he was shaking, as the shock set in. His wide and frantic eyes swept over the area and then he froze.

“No…” he breathed out so quietly it was barely audible.

There was Eugene, kneeling down with the RV parked neatly in the background. The knowledge that their plan had failed, that Eugene had been captured with his face bloody and beaten… that was already enough to break Rick down even further.

But you weren’t there. You were nowhere to be found and he had never felt so scared and helpless.

“Good, you made it. Welcome to where you’re goin’.”

And suddenly, time seemed to move back at its normal pace as that asshole from earlier, the first one they’d encountered, was talking to him again. Rick’s body seemed like it was broken in half, where he took in what was happening around him, but he was also distracted as his mind screamed out one persistent thought over and over again.

Where the hell were you?

He let himself hope that you’d gotten away somehow. That you were safe, and the lack of your presence didn’t suggest something ominous.

Before he knew it, their guns had been taken and they’d been forced to set the stretcher down. Maggie hadn’t been given any special treatment, forced to kneel just like the rest of them had been ordered to. Then he was looking at Eugene again, who had been dragged over to join the rest of the group.

“Y/N?” He croaked out, just hoping for some kind of answer.

But Eugene never got the chance before the asshole who seemed to be in charge was in his face again, insisting that he get down on his knees. Every part of Rick was telling him to fight back, and he looked around again briefly before he begrudgingly complied. He knew that he had to stay calm in order to keep the others safe. In that moment, he knew that they were powerless. There was nothing he could do.

So, he slowly got down on his knees, trying to ignore the look Maggie gave him. He wasn’t sure if it was just from the pain she was experiencing or if it was because she couldn’t believe he wasn’t doing more to resist.

He couldn’t do anything but watch as Michonne, Glenn, Daryl and Rosita were pulled out from the back of a van and forced to join them. He could only sit there, drenched in sweat and apprehension, his breath coming out in heavy pants as his body continued to shake against his will. He looked around him with wild eyes, still unable to fully comprehend that it all was really, truly happening.

And then the mustached asshole was talking to them again as he made his way over to the RV, which now sat in front of them.

“All right, we got a full boat. Let’s meet the man.”

Negan.

Rick realized that all of this, every single thing that had transpired that day had led to this moment. This had all been Negan – the real Negan – introducing himself to them.

The asshole knocked against the RV and there was a brief pause where silence fell around them. But then the door swung open and a tall man in a leather jacket came into view, grinning smugly at them as he rested a baseball bat with barbed wire around it against his shoulder. Rick instantly recognized that he was an alpha, the other man’s strong and stifling scent reaching him even with the distance between them.

“Pissin’ our pants yet?” He asked, remaining in the doorway. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re gettin’ close.”

He watched them all for a moment, taking it all in with a sick sense of satisfaction. Then, the man, the one who was clearly Negan, turned to look back into the RV.

“Come on out darlin’,” he said, with his lips in a permanent smirk. “Let’s get you all reunited.”

Rick barely had time to register his relief at seeing you alive, as Negan dragged you out of the RV, holding on tightly to your hair. Because even though you were alive, he wanted you to be anywhere but there, while he was helpless to do anything to protect you.

As Negan forced your head up so that you were looking at the others, Rick’s inner alpha reared its ugly head, causing Rick to become both furious and distressed. Your face was bleeding and bruised; you looked like you’d been crying and your features were scrunched up in pain at the vice like grip Negan had on your head.

Rick’s fists clenched and the way his body was shaking became even worse. Every instinct within him was saying that he needed to ensure your safety and kill anyone standing in his way, but he had to keep himself in check. It was a torturous struggle raging inside of him, battling between the urge to protect and the need to survive – for all of you to survive.

“No,” he found his voice cracking, the word escaping his lips before he knew it. “No, no, no…”

He looked at you with despair over the situation you’d all found yourselves in. Tears welled in his eyes as he realized there was nothing he could do. He had found himself helpless at the hands of Negan, which was exactly how the other alpha wanted him.

“Oh…” Negan let out a sadistic chuckle, his gaze falling right on Rick. “Yes, yes, yes.”

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slut4joel · 1 year

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Vegas.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (m!receiving), Age gap!!, daddy kink,, jealous reader, Dom!Elvis, Sub!reader.

Y/n doesn’t think she’s the only woman in his life, but little does she know she’s the only one for him. The only one who can satisfy the needs of Elvis. He loves her with everything he has, and I mean EVERYTHING.

(Sigh…i got logged out of my old account, hopefully this does well so i can feel a little better LMAO, if you’re not into smut or anything in the warning, please click off now lol, but for those of you who do, enjoy!)

Las Vegas.

A place you knew all to well, the International hotel was a place you spent the majority of your time at. That was one of the big things that came along with dating Elvis Presley. Amongst other things.

Elvis had been…off recently, as in being more distant, at first it wasn’t really a concern considering he was rehearsing so much these past few weeks. It only began to worry you when he started coming up to your room later and later each night.

Tonight Elvis would take the stage and perform for many of his fans, the majority being girls who drooled over him. Although you knew he had warned you about the kissing, it still bothered you. “Honey, you know they don’t mean anything to me” he would tell you.

As much as you dreaded going and watching him prance around and kiss multiple different women who overstepped boundaries many times, you knew being there to support him was important to him, at least that’s what he told you.

The curtains began to raise and the whole room clapped and yelled as Elvis made his way on to the stage. Catching your eyes and holding eye contact with you for a split second before getting lost in whatever song he was singing. It was nearing the end of the show, which meant he had 2 songs left. The intro to love me tender began playing and you automatically had an awful feeling in your stomach.

Elvis walked around the front of the stage, many young lucky ladies earning a kiss from him. You were used to this, what you weren't used to was him getting off stage. After watching so much, you couldn’t take it anymore. Tears began welling in your eyes and your face heated up in anger. Standing up, you grabbed your purse and stormed upstairs.

Once you were in you and Elvis’s room, everything you had bottled up throughout the night came rushing out. Tears were streaming down your face uncontrollably. You felt embarrassed and used, even though this happened many times before, this time actually hurt. You stepped in the shower before Elvis arrived, preparing yourself to confront him. You grabbed one of his shirts and threw it on over a pair of red lace panties.

After what had seemed like forever you heard the door open, Elvis stood there in the dim lighting, a sympathetic look gracing his features. “Y/n…I-“ Before he could finish you interrupted “No Elvis. That hurt. How could you just walk passed me and do what you did!?” You were infuriated and he knew this. “I love you. So damn much E, but that’s unfair to me. I’m okay with the girls by the stage, but looking at me dead in the eye before kissing another woman is where i draw the line.” Tears were once again flowing. “You listen to me.” His voice was deep and raspy “You are the only one I need in my life.”

His long legs strutted across the room, his hands roughly grabbed your face and pulled your lips towards his. The kiss was hot and sloppy, not of your tongues grazing against each other. His hands reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head. “You really believe I would give a damn about any other woman in that crowd except you?” he asked pulling away from you. You looked away from him, embarrassed. He grabbed your face again, this time much softer, “Baby,” he whisperers “You are the love of my life, and you know this. I wouldnt trade you for the world. My heartbeats for you sweetheart. And i’m gonna show you just how much I love you, lay back” He said, pushing you back onto the silky sheets.

His big hands roaming up and down your body before finally pulling down your panties. Running a finger through your folds “God damn baby, this all for me?” he questioned, his voice laced with curiosity. “yes” you breathed out “yes what?” “yes daddy”. There it was, his favorite thing to be called. He reached for your hand, placing it on his dick. “You feel what you do to me mama?” he asked, heat shot between your legs making you wetter than before.

He backed away pulling off the jumpsuit he had worn during his performance, pulling down his boxes with it. His dick springing up and hitting his stomach, he stroked himself a few times before pulling you up from the bed and putting you on your knees in front of him. You knew exactly what to do, you had done this so many time with him before. You took him in your mouth, you swirled your tongue around the tip making him groan. His hand found your hair and began pushing your head down, It didn’t take him long to reach the back of your throat causing you to gag slightly.

“Oh fuck, just like that” he moaned out as you began to bob your head up and down, running your tongue over the vein along the bottom of his cock. His moaned grew louder and louder as he got closer to his climax. Suddenly pulling you off of him and running his thumb along your bottom lip, “Such a pretty face, climb on the bed for me doll” he said, helping you stand up.

Once you were on the bed, he told you to lay back. He grabbed both of your legs and spread them, giving him a better view of just how wet you were. “Fuck y/n” he groaned as he lined himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushed himself in, both of you moaning at the same time. He leaned down to kiss you as he bottomed out in you. “E-elvis, please move” you moaned, he began thrusting in and out of you, building up his speed. His head was in the crook of your neck, you moaned loudly into his ear.

“Oh god y/n, you’re perfect, fuck this pussy was made for me. mine, you understand me?” he groaned out looking in your eyes “y-yours daddy” you moaned, “i’m so c-close” “ Me too doll, hold it for just a few more seconds” trying you very hardest not to cum at his words you held it until you couldn’t stand it anymore “Daddy please, i cant” you begged “Go ahead mama, cum all over my cock” he moaned into your ear reaching his climax at the same time “

your legs shook and he pulled out of you, rolling onto his back beside you. “I love you, only you” he whispered turning towards you. “I love you too E, more than anything” you said in the same tone. “You know I would never be able to love someone the way I love you right? you saved my life y/n, don’t ever think for one second I don’t love you. You mean everything to me.” He said, his voice slightly trembling. Even in the dimly lit room you could tell his eyes were watering, just as yours were. “Elvis please don’t cry, cause then i’ll cry” you slightly giggled. His hand slid around your waist pulling you towards him. “That’s another thing, you know I don’t cry often hun, I have that soft stop for you” you smiled, nuzzling into his side. “Goodnight E.” “goodnight sweet girl.”

UGH HEY GUYS. This is my first time writing about Elvis so please, i know it’s not that greatest, but I hope you like it😓

#elvis fans #70s elvis #elvis the king #elvis smut #daddy issues #Spotify #elvis x reader

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haeminlgc · 3 months

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character update 004

how do you choose who you spend your time with?

"Honestly, I'm one of those strange people who values alone time, but I suppose that makes the time I choose to spend with others even more special. Of course I spend time with people at the company since we all work together and they can offer advice and insight to any problems I might be having in my career. But my personal time... I choose who to hang out with on how well we mesh together. Basic, I know, but if I can't sit in silence comfortably with them then it's not meant to be. Or if they expect me to be just as lively and talkative as they are then that's also a no. The people I choose to hang out with on a personal level understand me and have often known me for a while to know that I am quiet but that doesn't mean I'm bored or inattentive."

have you ever felt truly loved by someone else?

"My first thought is of my parents and then by extension my siblings. Even though the age gap is rather large between me and my oldest sibling they always looked out for me when I was growing up and had my back when people were picking on me at school. Mom and Dad have never been anything short of supportive on my acting journey, I mean they let me move to Seoul by myself so that I would have a greater chance to be able to audition for different companies. They want to me to live well and without regrets even if it means getting knocked down from time to time. If that's not unconditional love then I don't know what is. They will always have my back even if I don't see them as often as I used to."

who is the most important person in your life?

"I don't have just one important person. Of course both my parents are quite dear to me even though they're all the way down in Busan. The people I consider friends here are also incredibly important and I know for a fact that I wouldn't be nearly as well adjusted without their help. They have become my Seoul family that keeps the loneliness at bay and push me to keep on going when things get hard, so I can't really say that someone means more to me than someone else."

what's your idea of romance?

"Oh, my friends would call me a hopeless romantic and blame it all on the films and dramas I've watched over the years! I think I'm just a natural romantic and love the idea of love. Often times people want a whirlwind romance with lots of passion and fire but to me romance is something more akin to an ever present warm glow that keeps you safe. It's strong and steady but can just as easily be heart fluttering when the time is right. I want to have what the grandmas and grandpas have who have been married for over fifty years but still smile like young people in love when together."

how do you show someone you care about them?

"I like giving gifts but not always like... item gifts. It could be the gift of spending time together, or the gift of a home cooked meal to show my appreciation for them. Since I'm naturally quiet I tend to listen quite a lot and when people say they like or want something I tend to mentally file that away for future reference. It's really gratifying to see their face when I bring something up or give them a present that they'd only briefly mentioned several months ago. This works in both platonic and romantic relationships in my opinion. If I were in a romantic relationship I would also initiate a lot of skinship like holding hands and hugs... little kisses as well, I guess. You know, like in the movies when they pepper it all over their partner's face and they both end up giggling."

#&&; ( solo )#lgc:cupdate004 #&&; ( wc: 681 )#&&; ( ooc: he made write so MUCH fOR THIS )

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babstheyaga · 9 months

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TW: bullying, manipulation, a little bit of slut shaming ig??, power play, power imbalance, age gap (with Optimus, but of course everyone in this story is over 18)

OKOK SO . Picture this . Bee is the jock right? While the reader is, of course, timid and sweet, a little bit of antisocial... Doesn't help the fact that she recently changed school, so she doesn't know anyone, poor soul :((

That's what made her become an easy target for Bee... He found her cute, don't get me wrong, but he doesn't know how to express his feelings in a healthy way, so of course he had to start tormenting her!! And him, being as popular as he is for being an athlete, caused other students to pick on her too from time to time.

Poor girl was desperate because no one was helping her, and everyday became a nightmare for her...

That was until Mirage (the goth everyone fears) took pity in her (and maybe he also felt something for her??) So he started acting like her knight in a shiny armour, defending her from the bullies and Bee <3

Reader found comfort in Mirage. Yes, at times, he was a bit scary, but he looked after her and protected her!! So he was a good person after all, right? (He wasn't...)

This caused the two men to become enemies... Bee knew how fucked up Mirage actually was, so he tried to warn the reader about him in *his own typical ways*...

Mirage discovered this, and he started a physical fight with Bee. So certainly, the principal (Optimus) had to intervene and called the two men and the reader in his office... Why also the reader? Of course, because they were fighting for her!! So that definitely meant that the reader had some... promiscuous... attitudes. And not definitely, because also the principal set his eyes on that poor, sweet girl. Maybe if he played his cards right, he could get her...

Now, the poor reader found herself in a compromised position... Who could she thrust?

(For extra spice, the reader can be really dense and doesn't understand that those 3 men are making advances on her <3)

(Sorry if it's too long but I got carried away by my thoughts OWBOAB)

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THIS.

THIS

THIS!!!

Ohhhh my god... I'm like- Omgosh I'm totally obsessed with this oh my god... Holy shit I can't even express how much I absolutely ADORE this to the moon and back holy fucking shit.

Holy shit and like, what if Optimus sees any form of bullying whatsoever revolving reader, so he calls her to his office to just- CONTINUE the bullying basically, and like- Holy shit but like- Wait wait wait hear me out I'm gonna break down wait hold on-

What if Optimus ends up altering her grades somehow, and he calls her in for that to tell her that she use to be, "Such a good student. Is the bullying getting to your head, little lady? Perhaps I should arrange for you to switch schools again." And reader TOTALLY freaks out, her parents would kill her if they found out she was getting harassed at school again. It's bad enough she was already considered the class dipshit in two other schools, but now in this supposed private, high-class, expensive school? They're gonna fucking beat her ass!

No no no, this can't possibly happen. Not now. Not ever! She has to make it right somehow.

She tells Optimus, "I'm doing everything I possibly can! No, sir, the bullying isn't getting to me, I-I mean it is! But- not that much! I can fix this, right? I'll do better, I promise! I-I can't switch schools, not again. My parents would kill me. Whatever it is I have to do, I'll do it! I-I just can't go through that-"

He puts up a hand to stop her from going on one of her many, many, pointless, absolutely useless rants to save her ass again. "If you are that desperate to keep your presence in this school, then you need to do better. From now on, you will see me after class to discuss and go over your work." This wasn't a request, this was a commandment from him. He wasn't asking at this point. Jesus, how far did she really dig her hole this time?

So she starts seeing him after class. The usual, the normal everyday tutor at first. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just how you would expect an average teacher to act. But... Things are getting weirder... He starts telling her to sit closer to him each day, he starts leaning over to her side more, the occasional hand on the knee goes up more and more by the day... This all has to be normal, right? She's as virgin as they get, she doesn't know any better. Oh, that poor, poor innocent girl. She just doesn't know what's bad and good for her, now does she?

Maybe if she allows him to get closer, allows him to touch her in such a way, her grade will surely go up and the bullying will stop from him, right? Oh, how wrong she could be didn't seem to phase her...

She knows now that even with the all-seeing eye that is Optimus, the principal of all people, has the power to over take her grades, she feels helpless. Perhaps talking to Mirage again wouldn't hurt, right? She feels comfortable with him. He makes her happy.

Mirage would notice she's struggling to focus after class. Maybe they're hanging out at a gas station in his Porche, something that totally baffles her as to how he managed to get at the ripe age of only just being able to smoke. He would inquire her about Optimus, and why she's been seeing him so often.

She would go on a nervous, shy rant about how his hands on her, how it makes her uncomfortable...

"He touches you... Like this?" He would ask, his hand getting creepily close to her upper inner thigh. She would stare down at it like her life depended on it, confused why this was now happening with her one and only friend.

Okay... If Optimus and Mirage are a no-go for safety... Jesus, does she have to result to BumbleBee now?!

She doesn't know if it's right to flat-out tell BumbleBee about these things, it happened with Mirage, what would make him different? Especially because he's such a dick to her.

She remembers BumbleBee getting physical with Mirage over her, she didn't know how to feel about it. Maybe he's not as bad of a guy as she thinks he is?

How many times can a woman be wrong in only two months?

When she first confesses to BumbleBee why she finally came to him after so long of avoiding him, he is enraged. He doesn't know what to do with his anger. It's not like he can beat the shit out of the principal, let alone get a good enough lawyer to pumble Mirage.

His first response is anger, of course, but what if it's not totally directed at the males? What if he feels she is somewhat responsible for it as well?

Just stick up for yourself i-d-i-o-t! He would say. She would be panicked, he was pacing back and force in the men's empty locker room that he invited her into. Come on, he's the prized jock of the school, getting in trouble for bringing a girl somewhere private is the least of his worries.

He doesn't understand why she doesn't just tell them no. He's always so good at fighting back to anything and everything... So... Why doesn't he teach her how to fight back?

This is the best idea ever! He could just come onto her and she would learn through that!

Oh but... What if it goes too far? His precious little, idiot, stupid, dumbass virgin girl he's infatuated with can't possibly fight him back. He's simply too strong! But that's what she needs, isn't it? That's how she needs to learn her way to be strong like him... Right?

Oh God, time to add another tally to the list of things she can be wrong about.

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