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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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best bud, you alright bud? (javy “coyote” machado)

a/n: hehe we’re finally addressing The Incident. pry this friendship from my cold dead hands. this later half of this fic plays quite heavily on and that’s when i lost it and the in between, so if you haven’t read those yet, i definitely recommend reading them first but it’s not an absolute necessity (but also there’s some pretty cool references and I like to see how their friendship has grown.) (me saying that like i’m not the one who did all the work). i’m really, really proud of this one. like, when i say this is the best thing i’ve ever written, i mean it with every fiber of my ENTIRE being.

summary: 5 times Coyotes realizes something about his best friend, and the one time he does something about it

part of the same mistakes-verse

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: swearing, same mistakes-verse canon bullying/hazing, near-death experiences, brief implication of suicidal thoughts/suicide, like very brief few sentences at the end, i don’t know how the Navy works, i did research for this, Coyote and Hangman were wingmen in Top Gun and I won’t change my mind about this, i don’t know if i’m gonna come back to the Green Vipers after this but we really flesh them out here, the movie gave us no backstory on Coyote meaning I can write whatever I want, i don’t know how to fly a plane obviously, i plagiarized myself, giving characters callsigns is actually my most favorite thing in the world, the Green Vipers are essentially just the Iron Daggers but worse

word count: 8,096

i. the first time he flies with you

Lt. (Y/N) (L/N).

Callsign: Rebel.

He turns the information over in his head as he walks to the classroom that day, preparing to meet his new wingman. The first thing Coyote notices about his new wingman is that she’s quiet. She’s off to the side, not talking to anyone, very clearly nervous. She’s not gonna last, he thinks. Coyote recognizes that he’s not being exactly fair to his new wingman. He’s still upset about the loss of his last wingman, Venom, who was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and a new squadron after a really successful mission. (And well, quite frankly, he misses flying with Hangman, even if that son-of-a-bitch left him out to dry more often than not.)

Coyote takes a seat a few rows behind you, wanting to observe you before he introduces himself. He watches as Shadow and Raven fall into their routine of antagonizing the new members, seeing if they can hang with the viciousness of the team. Coyote’s got a thick skin, it’s the only way he can stick out the team, but this squadron’s unnecessary bullying never fails to grate on his nerves. Still, Venom could more than handle their taunting and he’s gonna need you to do the same if you’re gonna last in the air together.

“Hey fresh meat.” Shadow says, sauntering over to you, his sister Raven in tow. Raven’s reaching out to touch one your braids, a detail he knows Admiral Thompson’s gonna rip you a new one for. He realizes you’ve already started to live up to your callsign. Coyote waits with bated breath as Raven says something under her breath that he can’t quite hear. Guessing from the way you shrink back from the pair, it couldn’t have been good. She’s really not gonna last, he thinks to himself. The door opens behind them and Shadow and Raven quickly fall into seats just behind her. He watches as your shoulders tense up, clearly aware they could see your every move. Admiral Thompson pauses as he sees your figure, eyes narrowing.

Admiral Thompson’s callsign is “Tyrant”, a name he lives up to each and everyday. He expects perfection from his team, the best of the best. Every rule will be followed and if it’s not, if your flying isn’t perfection, he does not want you there. They’ve lost too many pilots to Shadow and Raven, but they’ve lost a handful who could withstand the bullying but not live up to Admiral Thompson’s expectations of perfection. Coyote’s been with this team just over a year now and they’re by far the worst he’s ever been assigned to. Still, they don’t direct their treatment to him, knowing he can hold his own in the air and on the ground, probably a direct result of being friends with Hangman for this many years, and he’s not about to start something he doesn’t care to finish.

Thompson moves forward, not addressing your presence. It’s usually customary to introduce new pilots when they arrive, so they’re off to a good start. Moonshine leans up from behind him. “Ten bucks she lasts a week.”

Ghost quietly snickers. “You’re on. Twenty she doesn’t last the day.” He refrains from adding to the bet, hearing Arrow and Owl make their guesses. He’ll make his guess once he sees you in the air. Because for him, that’s where it really matters.

They go through their training debrief for the day, and then they’re being dismissed to their respective locker rooms to change into their flight suits. He watches as you follow the girls, clearly hanging back. Whatever Raven said did a good job of making sure you didn’t feel welcome. He starts to think maybe Ghost would walk away with twenty bucks at the end of the day after all.

He’s doing final checks on his plane when he sees your shadow approaching him. He doesn’t turn to acknowledge you, just continues on with his checks. “Hey, you’re Coyote right?” He briefly glances over at you. Your hair’s no longer in braids, and he takes in the way you’re standing there awkwardly with your helmet, the way Rebel is plastered over it.

“Yeah.”

“Um, Owl directed me over here. I just thought I should introduce myself.” A quick glance to Owl’s plane tells him she’s laughing at the very obviously uncomfortable situation unfolding, even if she’s too far away to hear the conversation.

“Cool.” He responds, really not trying to get to know you. He already knows you’re not gonna last, so why bother? You nod, clearly uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m... looking forward to flying with you.” You say and he looks at you again.

“Yeah, don’t fuck up.” He responds, earning a cackle from Raven at the plane next to them, and moving to the other side of his plane. You must’ve taken the hint because when he moves back, you’re gone. Shadow claps him on the shoulder, his sister (and WSO) standing nearby.

“I can’t wait to get rid of her.” He laughs. “Thanks for helping.” Coyote finds himself nodding despite himself. He finishes up, climbing into his plane. The team’s been split into three groups of four for whatever training exercise they’re up to today. It’s standard and he falls into an easy, familiar routine once he’s in the sky. It’s almost easy to forget Venom’s not the one flying with him. Almost.

The second thing he notices about his new wingman is that she will not shut the fuck up. You’re asking him every goddamn question about the maneuvers and exercise. You’re not familiar with this squadron or their exercises, but come on. “Hey Rebel.” He calls as he levels his plane next to you.

“Yeah?” You ask, looking over.

“My last wingman didn’t talk this much.” You nod slowly, shooting him a confused look.

“...Okay?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Ghost’s laughter fills the comms as does Moonshine’s snickering.

“Oh. Sorry.” You say, embarrassment clear and he almost feels bad. Almost.

He doesn’t get time to feel bad though because Ghost is coming out of nowhere, true to his callsign, and he’s having to dodge the pilot, trying to include all the maneuvers they’re supposed to be practicing as he tries to get away from the pilot. He should be calling out for you, asking for your position and if you see Moonshine, but he’ll be damned if he depends on you. A dial tone sounds over the comms as you call out Moonshine, meaning you targeted the pilot and were successful in shooting her down. Huh, he didn’t expect that. Admittedly, Moonshine was one of the teams weaker pilots, so it doesn’t say as much about you as it would if you got, say, Owl or Shadow out. Still, it’s enough proof to him that maybe he should be depending on you, as he’s still struggling to get away from Ghost. He feels badly asking for your help now after just telling you to shut the fuck up, but he’s not sure he’s got another choice.

“Hey Rebel, could really use some help out here.” He calls, pulling into a risky maneuver, one he doesn’t always complete successfully, trying to shake Ghost from his tail. You don’t respond and his heart sinks as he realizes you’re not coming for him. Good job Coyote, he thinks, your wingman isn’t gonna come save your ass and it’s your fault.

And then there’s another dial tone and a “Shit!” from Ghost’s part, meaning he was out. He’s not quite sure how you did it, the way they were flying was risky, which means you must’ve matched their pattern. He had to give it you. That was good.

You don’t say anything to the two of them as you fly past, checking with the call tower that you’re meant to land when the exercise was over and double checking that you were clear to land. Ghost shoots him a look from his window as they fly down together. You’re halfway out of the plane when he touches down and he’s scrambling to get out of his plane before you disappear as Owl and Arrow and Shadow and Raven get ready for their run. “Hey! Rebel!” He calls, trying to not to jog as he watches Ghost and Shadow watching him. You turn and he catches up to you, trying to not make it obvious, that yes he was kind of running. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming for me?”

You shrug. “You told me to shut the fuck up so I did. Didn’t want to bother you.”

He struggled for a moment. “I didn’t-”

“Look, I don’t leave my wingman.” You say and then you’re turning on your heel, headed towards the locker room. He’s stunned for a moment, looking over at Owl, who had been listening in to the conversation. She shrugs and turns back to her plane, climbing in as she’s getting ready for her run.

He realizes you’re a damn good pilot.

ii. the time something happens to your Dad

The classroom door opens. It’s not even really a classroom, he thinks, as someone enters, just that it’s a spare room on base used for debriefings of the squadrons. Admiral Thompson stops, clearly annoyed at being interrupted as he explains the details of the new mission Shadow, Raven, and Ghost will be flying. They all turn to see another Captain from the base walk in. “Captain Hills, how can I help you?” Rear Admiral Richard “Leapfrog” Thomas asks.

“Sorry to interrupt, but may I borrow Lieutenant (L/N) please? There’s a matter that requires her.” Leapfrog glances at Thompson, unsure if they should excuse her. You’re in the seat next to him and seems to be unsure about what you should do, looking to him. You’ve been with the squadron for about a month and a half now and he’s slowly become tolerant of you. Thompson narrows his eyes and then clears his throat.

“Of course. Lieutenant, please go see Captain Hills.” She nods shortly, quickly moving from her seat next to him and out the door. The door shuts with a quiet click and Admiral Thompson is talking again. He wonders what matters require her attention. He wonders if his new wingman put in re-assignment papers already. If she did, this would make her the quickest departure. He's unsettled by the fact that the thought of her leaving makes him feel so weird.

The door to the common area opens. Ghost and Shadow are playing a card game. Moonshine and Arrow are playing a game of foosball, Raven egging them on. Owl is in the corner reading a book. The rest are spread out across the room, discussing plans to go to the bar off-base tonight. He looks up from the letter he’s writing his Mom to see your figure appear in the doorframe. He watches as your eyes scan the room and then land on him. He’s already halfway out of his seat before he realizes what he’s doing but it’s too late because the team has noticed your arrival. He takes quick strides to get to your figure, leaning in close. “How’d the meeting go?” He asks quietly, wondering what the hell he’s doing. You shrug, biting your lip.

“Horrible. My Dad’s in the hospital. I have a week’s leave to go see him. Just thought I should tell you now you’d be wingman-less for a week.” He nods, curiosity raising in him as he wonders what’s happened. They aren’t usually granted leave for things like this, making him realize that whatever has happened has to be serious.

“Your Dad, is he okay?” He asks, because that’s a safe question. Only a shit person wouldn’t ask that when told someone’s family member is in the hospital. You’re not friends, he tell himself, just someone he tolerates because he has to. You shake your head, blinking like you might be ready to cry. He really hopes you don’t.

“Uh, no. He’s, uh- it’s not looking good.” You really look like you’re about to cry and Coyote’s wishing he wasn’t here. He can feel Shadow burning holes into his back. He has a feeling you came looking for comfort but he’s not gonna be the one to give it to you.

“Well, I hope everything works out.” He says, turning his back to you and walking back to his seat. He inwardly cringes at his words. Hope everything works out? What kind of bullshit was that? He knows his Mom would wring his neck if she found he had said that to someone so visibly upset, let alone his wingman. Your figure has disappeared from the doorway by the time he returns to his seat, and he realizes the entire squadron has gone silent, staring at him.

“What’d she say?” Moonshine asks.

“And why does she look like someone killed her dog?” Ghost joked, earning a snicker from Shadow.

He shrugs, deciding the information about your Dad probably shouldn’t be divulged. “She’s getting a week’s leave. Family emergency.” He says, picking his paper back up, trying to be nonchalant in his answer. Owl lets out a low-whistle as she shifts on her seat on the couch, her ponytail following her as she tilts her head, looking up from her book.

“A week’s leave? Can’t be good.” She states and he nods.

“Yeah, it didn’t sound it.”

Redwood, a towering pilot, chuckles from his place next to his WSO, Charm. Charm’s a little thing, stark contrast to her pilot, but she’s got the best eyesight and enough charming chatter to keep them entertained and in good moods on missions. “Maybe if we’re lucky she’ll stay stateside.” Charm outright laughs at that.

“Now we’re talking!” Charms says, eliciting laughter from the rest of the squadron. He shakes his head, trying to not to make his disgust well known. He’s not even sure why he feels so unsettled by that, because you’re not friends. He tolerates you because you’re a good pilot, that’s it.

He’s not sure what’s gone down. You’ve been gone for an extra week and there’s not an answer on your expected return date. He wonders if you’ve now put in for the re-assignment orders or you’ve asked to be stateside permanently. He isn’t sure why he cares so much about what’s happened to someone he doesn’t care about. Owl is talking to him about her time at Top Gun, but he’s not entirely listening and he knows she knows. He wishes Owl had been his new wingman. Behind her hard exterior, she’s a good pilot, but she flies a two-seater. Her WSO, Arrow, has the biggest ego, one unusual for a WSO, but it’s oddly familiar in the way it reminds him of Hangman. He makes a mental note to call Jake soon, see how things are going at his base, when he realizes you’ve appeared in the dining hall.

Coral, one of the younger pilots, is sat next to him and sees you at the same time he does, nudging her WSO, Revenge. Revenge kicks Ghost in the shin, who turns around. Within a matter of seconds, the entire team’s attention is on you. You’re in line for food, pretending like you don’t feel them all watching your every move. Once you’ve gotten your food, you turn and look around. The squadron, all 11 of them, are crammed into one table together and he watches as you pointedly walk away from them, electing to sit with some pilots from another squadron stationed on the base. Celestial, one of the pilots, brightens when she see you and pulls you down to her bench. He pretends he didn’t see the dark circles underneath your eyes and decides he’s not gonna ask. Still, he watches you from his seat, food and conversation with Owl long forgotten. When the team elects to get up, heading for the bar, he shakes them off. He’s not sure why but he feels like he should talk to you, see if you’re alright. You’re his wingman, after all, and maybe he’ll get an answer about if you’re actually planning on getting a re-assignment. Celestial and her teammates are long gone, the dining hall becoming empty as everyone finished dinner and heads out to whatever it is they’re doing with their evening. You’re alone, pushing your food around the plate and he takes the chance to walk over to you.

“Hey wingman.” He calls and you turn, glancing at him. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks, worse than the quick glance he got earlier.

“Hey Coyote.” You say as he approaches the bench opposite you.

“You okay?” He asks. He should sit down but he’s not going to because that would make it seem like he wants a conversation and he’s not really here for that. You shrug.

“Why do you care?” He wants to flinch back at your words but he knows there’s some truth to them. He’s not exactly tried to get to know you on any level.

“I’d like to know if my wingman’s gonna disappear again.” You shake your head.

“No, much to everyone’s disappointment, I’m back for good.”

“Your Dad okay?” He finds himself asking, even though he got the information he had originally told himself he came over here for. You nod.

“Yeah, there was a moment there where... well, he’s gonna be okay and that’s what matters.” He nods.

“That’s good to hear.” He says sincerely. Losing a parent is horrible and he wouldn’t wish the same on anyone, but especially not a wingman. You nod, clearly not planning on continuing the conversation. “Glad to have you back Rebel.” He says and then is walking away from your table before you can say another word.

He realizes he’d miss you if you weren’t his wingman anymore.

iii. the time you almost die together

“Smoke in the air!” She shouts over the comms.

“Rebel, watch out, you got more on your left.”

“Shit, Coyote, I- I can’t shake them.”

“Rebel, just give me a second, I’ll come getcha.” He breathes, but he’s not sure if he believes it. This had been a last minute mission, one they were briefed on this morning, with little prep, and everything had gone wrong. And now he had SAM’s on his tail he couldn’t shake either. There’s yelling and he can’t hear his own thoughts over the sound of explosions and the panic ringing in his ears and then- There’s an explosion, one too big to be a destroyed SAM. “Shit shit shit shit. She’s down, Rebel’s down, I didn’t see a chute.”

“Coyote, you are not to go back for her, do you understand me?” Thompson’s saying over the comms, but he’s still facing multiple SAM’s and he’s not sure he’s walking away from this one either. “Coyote, do you hear me?”

“I hear you, sir. But I got to get clear first and I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” He breaths out, narrowly dodging another one. “There’s too many.” The Admiral is saying something, but he sees a SAM out of the corner of his eye he knows he can’t dodge and he knows it’s over. He yells out that he’s ejecting as he does it, knowing he can’t waste any time. He’s feeling the heat of the explosion as he slowly floats down to the metal-filled ocean below him. As he settles in the water, he sees a figure in the distance and he realizes it’s you. He’s got no idea if you’re alive and he finds himself desperately swimming to your body, praying you’re okay. He calls out as he gets near you and you turn, clearly disoriented. You’re struggling to stay afloat, clutching your shoulder in what seems to be immense pain, thrashing about, and within moments he’s pulled you into his chest, steadying you. “Hey, hey, I gotcha, you’re okay.” Your eyes are wild, still trying to move and he holds on tight, despite the fact that it’s making it difficult for him to swim. He just keeps talking, eyes shut as he tries to not think about how panicked you were to be this far gone, but eventually you come back, breath steadying. He looks down at you, looking for any remnants of the wild panic on your face and in your eyes. He sees none. “You okay?”

“Yeah, you can let me go now.”

“You sure?”

“I do know to swim Machado.” You spit, and he winces, letting you go as you slowly drift a few feet from him. “So what now?”

“Well, my beacon’s gone.” He says, looking down at his flight suit.

“Mine hit the canopy on ejection. It’s crushed. No idea if it still works.” You confirm, looking down at your shoulder.

“So, we’re stranded in the middle of the ocean with no idea if search-and-rescue knows where we are or is coming for us.”

“Great.” The two of you float in silence for a while. You snort, looking over at him. Your dog tags sit floating in the water in front of you, where one hand had been playing with them.

“What?”

“I came to the Green Vipers six months ago to the day.” He almost laughs.

“You wanna know something? You’ve lasted the longest.” You shot him a look.

“You’re lying.” He finds he’s laughing despite himself.

“No, I’m serious. This current cast of characters is mostly all new within the 9 months before you came. We’ve had a serious rotation problem because of Ghost, Shadow, and Raven. They’ve just finally found people to match.”

“Oh, so they do this to everyone?” He’s nodding and you’re laughing. “What the fuck.” Your laughter subsides and he watches you dip your head back into the ocean water, the sun beating down on the two of you. The ocean is actually a nice contrast to the heat of the sun, definitely no risk of hypothermia. Well, maybe if they sit in the water long enough, something will happen, but right now, there’s no immediate concern. The ocean is still, just gently rippling. For being stuck, waiting for rescue that might not come, it could be worse.

“If we get out of this, my Dad’s gonna kill me.” You mutter.

“Oh yeah, how he’s doing?” You look at him confused and then shake your head, remembering.

“Oh, right. Made a full recovery. Man’s immortal.” He snorts. You look back down at your dog tags.

“Even if we starve to death—or die of dehydration, I forget which comes first—I hope they find our bodies.”

“Morbid much?” You shake your head.

“No, I don’t want my Dad to have to bury an empty casket. I want him to have my dog tags. I need him to have something of mine, something for him to remember.” Coyote lets out a deep breath. He thinks about how much his Mom treasured his Dad’s dog tags, knew what that meant to her. He hopes she’ll get the same for him.

“He’ll like that.”

“Sorry, I should probably shut the fuck up.” You say, looking away from him. He winces.

“I should’ve have said that. I’m sorry.” You shake your head, but don’t say anything. Your head is leaned gently back into the water, eyes closed. “If we’re gonna die, then we should know each other before we die.” He announces and you lift your head looking back to him.

“Okay, what do you have in mind?”

“Twenty questions, we’re-gonna-die-in-an-ocean-together style?” You snort but nod. “Okay, I’ll go first. Where you from?”

“That’s your first question in we’re-gonna-die-in-an-ocean-together style? No deep question like, what’s your earliest traumatic experience or do you think you’re worthy of love or anything?” He rolls his eyes.

“Just answer the question.”

“Fine. San Diego.”

“Fightertown, eh?”

“There’s more to the city than Top Gun, but yes. What’s your favorite color?”

“Emerald green. What’s your relationship like with your parents?”

“Upping the ante here, are we? Mom walked out when I was two. Dad’s my best friend. Any siblings?”

“Three younger sisters. Favorite movie?”

“Dude, what kind of question is that? Ask me something good.”

“Why do you hate all my questions? You asked me what my favorite color was!” He defends and you’re laughing, the sound echoing across the empty ocean. He finds he’s laughing with you. The two of you continue back and forth, for what he knows is a long time, when you cock your head.

“Do you hear that?” He shakes his head, gently splashing water on you.

“Dude, don’t tell me you’re going delirious already. C’mon, ask me something else.” You splash water back at him, shaking your head, clearly distracted.

“Dude, no, shut up.”

“Ouch.”

“Coyote, I’m serious, be quiet.” He’s long accepted they’re not gonna get found. He looks at you, seriously concerned for a moment about your mental well-being. You hadn’t shown any beginning signs of already being delirious, any early signs of losing it, so this is worrisome. Still, he’s quiet, straining for whatever sound you think you hear. Just as he’s beginning to think maybe he should leave your delirious ass to rot in the ocean before your crazed state can kill him (is this a bit extreme, maybe, but he hears nothing), there’s whirring. He looks at you as you look over to him.

“Helicopter.” You both whisper. And then you’re both shouting and splashing the water, trying to get the attention of the faraway chopper that has appeared as a black little dot. He realizes that this may actually be an enemy chopper, but he decides the two of you are too far past that now. The chopper comes increasingly closer and Coyote sighs with relief when he realizes it’s a chopper that belongs to them. They lower the rescue swimmer and he sends you first. You went down first and he’s worried about your shoulder. You were clutching it as the two of you floated, very obviously in pain. He watches as you get lifted into the chopper and he feels like he can breath a sigh of relief. The rescue swimmer is soon back for him and Coyote thinks he may cry as he’s helped into the chopper. He looks at you, sitting opposite from him, both of you wrapped in a towel. And then the both of you are laughing, clearly exhausted and relieved to have not died. The other people in the helicopter are giving the two of you weird looks, he can hear one of the pilots radio in that you’ll need immediate medical attention for your shoulder, but he finds he cares about little else then the fact that you’re okay.

He realizes he actually likes you quite a bit.

iiii. the time Admiral Kazansky comes to your rescue

It’s a long time he sits outside Admiral Thompson’s office. He sighs, leaning his back against the chair. He’d been sent to sit out there after a medical exam said he was alright, just minor bruises. You’re taking longer getting your shoulder looked at. He didn’t want to leave you, but you insisted you’d have to come find him anyways, so he hesitantly made his way to Admiral Thompson’s office. Eventually, you appear at the end of the hallway, nothing visible on your shoulder. He looks to you as you sit down next to him. “They wanted to do x-rays, make sure nothing was shattered or fractured, but I’m just banged up. Got a pretty sweet bruise to match and the doctor said I was lucky, because with the force it took to crush my beacon, it should’ve had some sort of break.”

“You’ve got a pretty sweet guardian angel then.” You hum.

“I’d call him a guardian bird but...” You trail off, lost in thought.

“What?”

“What?” You say, looking back at him. He’s not sure if you realized you said that out loud, so he’s choosing to let it go. The two of you sit there a lot longer and he’s starting to get really tired, the events of the day, hitting him full force. The discussion has been going on for a long time, and he wonders what’s being said. Admiral Kazansky, one of his teachers at Top Gun, is here, along with a few other officials. He’s not sure why there’s this much discussion over this, or why Kazansky flew all the way out here, but he figures if the mission failed this horribly, the two of you are probably in a lot of shit. And then there’s the cold, sinking feeling in his stomach. “We weren’t meant to come back from this mission.” He mumbles, not sure why he let the words out of his mouth.

“No, I wasn’t supposed to come back from this mission.” He looks at you, slowly realizing you were right. The little preparation, the logistics of everything, the way the mission was supposed to be flown, the way there was yelling from the Admiral before he went down, the way the two of you weren’t sure if you would ever see search-and-rescue, you’re right. “They only saved us because you went down too.” Your eyes are closed, shoulders slumped. He opens up his mouth to respond, to comfort you, when the door opens and the Admiral storms off. The other officials disappear down the opposite end of the hallway, but Admiral Kazansky is patiently waiting.

“Lieutenant Machado, it’s good to see you again.” He stands, saluting the Admiral. He waves him off, shaking his head. “Could you give us a moment please?” He nods, taking his leave, but finds himself sitting just around the corner, just within earshot. He shouldn’t, especially if you’re about to get fired, but after what the two of you just went through together, he can’t bring himself to go too far from you. You don’t say anything and then he hears the creaking of a chair, assuming the old man had sat down.

“Hey Ice.” You say softly. Ice? He knew the Admiral’s callsign was Iceman, but why- in what world would you get away with calling him that?

“Hey kid. You gave us a real scare today.”

“How’d Dad take it?”

“He only knows that you went down, not the extent to which. He knows you’re safe. He doesn’t need to worry about you more than he already does.”

“Was worried he thought I was floating dead in an ocean somewhere, and I just kept feeling real rotten about all of it, because I couldn’t stop thinking about what went down with Goose.” He hears the old man take a sharp breath. Who the hell was Goose?

“I don’t know if your Dad could’ve handled that.”

“I know.”

“If he loses you or Rooster-” Rooster?

“Ice, please don’t.” Your voice is wavering, on the brink of tears. He hears the Admiral sigh and there’s a few minutes of silence. “Did I get fired?” He hears a chuckle.

“No, your tyrant of an admiral was told no.” You snort and Coyote has to keep himself from laughing. “He’ll blame me, of course, but there was a consensus.”

“Damn, I was almost hoping they’d reassign me.”

“You not liking it here?”

“Hell no. They’re assholes.”

“(Y/N).” Admiral Kazansky says firmly.

“Well, they are.” You whine and he can only imagine the look the Admiral is giving you.

“What about Lieutenant Machado? I think quite highly of him.”

“He’s okay, I guess. I’m just- I’m lonely Ice. I want to see Dad, I want to go home.”

“You’re homesick.”

“Yeah.”

“Well, luckily you and Lieutenant Machado are being granted three days stateside leave.” He has to stop himself from shouting at the news. It won’t be enough time to go home, but he’ll take it.

“We almost die and we only get three days.”

“That’s all I could get out of your Admiral.” You sigh.

“Still wish I could see Dad. I just want a hug. I miss him.” That’s what does it. You’re crying and Coyote thinks his heart breaks at the noise.

“Here, tell you what. Why don’t you come to the house, have dinner with Sarah and I when you get back? Bring Lieutenant Machado with you.”

“He doesn’t know about Dad or any of this though.”

“That’s okay, Sarah and I can keep a secret. I’ve got a feeling you don’t want that information getting back to Thompson anyhow.” What about your Dad shouldn’t get back to his Admiral?

“Ice, I really hope you didn’t take too much shit for doing this for me.”

“No trouble at all.”

“Really Ice, I know my Dad and I have asked a lot from you over the years. I appreciate it.”

“If this was your Dad we’d be having a different conversation. But kid, don’t be so hard on yourself.” There’s silence. “(Y/N), I’m serious.”

“What do you want from me Ice?”

“I would like to give your Dad confirmation you’re gonna be okay.”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Let it go, Ice. You spend enough time saving my Dad’s ass, don’t gotta save mine.” There’s another silence and Coyote’s struggling to figure out what’s happening. There’s clearly a history here he doesn’t know about.

“I like to-”

“Admiral Kazansky.” Comes Ghost’s voice and Coyote’s struggling to not shoot around the corner and drag you away. This is the last thing you need right now.

“Lieutenants.” Lieutenants, plural. There was multiple. Fuck.

“What’re you doing here?” Owl asks.

“Having a discussion with your Admiral about today’s events.”

“And with Rebel?” Shadow asks, in a very hostile tone. Damn, Shadow’s got balls for talking to Kazansky like that.

“I hardly think that’s any of your business.” He hears shuffling.

“Thanks for the update about Coyote and I’s leave, Admiral. I’ll be sure to tell him.” You say, and then he hears the sound of your shoes on the tile floor, moving ever so closer towards him, and he’s trying to plan an exit before you find out he’s been eavesdropping. He eventually just picks the closest door and throws it open. It’s a janitorial closet thankfully, and not an office, or worse, an office with people inside of it, but he’s cringing at the smell of the chemicals as he hears you walk past. He’s straining to hear what’s going on with the rest of his squadron but it’s muffled and then it’s gone. He takes a deep breath, and then leaves the closet, shutting the door quietly behind him. He turns the corner from which he came, startling to see the Admiral still sitting there.

“Admiral.” He starts and he looks up. “Uh, sorry, I’ve been walking around, trying to clear my brain from everything. Didn’t realize you’d still be here.” If Kazansky doesn’t buy the lie, he doesn’t say anything about it.

“Lieutenant Machado, may I ask something of you?”

“Absolutely sir.”

“Look out for your wingman. In the air and on the ground.”

“Of course sir.” He says, nodding.

Admiral Kazansky nods, studying him for a moment before sighing. “Well, I must be going. Enjoy your leave, son.”

“Thank you sir.” Coyote stands there, trying to process everything that just went down in the last 30 minutes.

He realizes you need a friend.

iiiii. the time your Dad calls

A year ago today was the mission that almost killed you, and then him. The two of you are a lot closer now, practically attached at the hip the way Shadow and Raven are. He spent his three days leave at your house in San Diego, getting the “grand tour” of the city as you called it. Despite being there for twelve weeks for Top Gun training, he realized there was so much he hadn’t seen. You both returned to the Green Vipers better than when you left. The two of you made an impeccable team in the sky, flying seamlessly. He knew it annoyed Thompson to no end and it only fueled Shadow’s hate as you showed him up time and time again. He also knew Shadow (and Raven and Ghost and Revenge and Moonshine and Arrow and and and) were slowly breaking you. He waited every day to be told that you’d asked for re-assignment, despite the fact the he also knew you’d tell him if you decided to do that. And it’s not like you ever brought up that being a possibility before.

Still, as he watches the way you sat alone in the corner of the bar, eyes anxiously moving between the exit and your team, waiting for a sudden movement, he thinks that this is no way to live. Your body is on high-alert all the time. You don’t sleep most days, something evident in your body. He’s worried, despite your assurances that they’ll have to get bored or get a new teammate eventually. He’s starting to think Admiral Thompson is playing a waiting game, seeing if you’ll bend first. He’s barred from removing you from the Green Vipers, Coyote knows that much. There’s no rules about isolating someone until they quit. Well, there is, but Tyrant Thompson doesn’t follow or care about them in the slightest.

The two of you should be celebrating, having escaped death a year ago today. Instead, you look downright miserable and he decides to take pity on you. He excuses himself from the group, most too drunk to realizes he’s leaving, and makes his way to your table. You look up at him and he nods his head to the door. As he drives back to base, your phone starts ringing. You look down and a flurry of emotions cross your face. “Hey, can you-” He’s already pulling over to the shoulder before you can finish asking. “Sorry, it’s my Dad.” He’s not sure what your Dad does for a living, you don’t talk about him much. He knows the two of you are close and whenever he calls or sends you a letter, you usually spend the rest of the day crying in your bunk. He’s not totally sure why, but from the way you talked about him that day in the ocean, he’s all you have. He’s pretty sure the separation hits you harder than you’d ever admit to your Dad, so instead you cry to Coyote, who allows you to cry about it any time you need. You’re out of the car before he can say anything. He can’t hear your Dad, but he can hear you, voice traveling back to the car as he tries not to eavesdrop.

“No, I’m good Dad.”

“Yeah, Dad promise.”

“No near death experiences you don’t know about.”

“Same old same old.”

“Dad, I swear I’m fine.”

“Yes Dad, I’m getting enough sleep.”

“How would you know?”

“Did you call to yell at me?”

“Well, it sounds like it.”

“Dad, I would tell you if something was wrong.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“Dad, that’s not fair.”

“What I told Ice a year ago isn’t- Dad.”

“Yeah, I’ve got friends.”

“Well, okay, I’ve got one.”

“Yeah, the one I went down with.”

“Yeah Dad, I know you care.”

“Yeah Dad, I know you worry. I worry about you too.”

“Already?”

“No, it’s okay. Write me soon.”

“Okay, I love you too. Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Okay, bye.”

Coyote watches the exchange go down, taking in your figure, in the words, and adds it to what he already knows and he figures your Dad approached the conversation Coyote’s tried to have with you. Coyote studies you carefully as you move back to the car. You’ll deny it but...

He realizes you’re not happy.

+ the one time he does something about it

Coyote isn’t sure what the hell he’s doing. He isn’t even sure what the hell he’s gonna say. This is his Captain for God’s sake, his best friend’s Dad. The conversation he wants to have is all kinds of inappropriate. Still... he can’t stop thinking about the look of pure fear and terror (and then grief) on your face today. The tired look in your eyes after Admiral Kazansky died. The way you broke down in his arms that night they thought he was being re-assigned. The way you’re laying out on the tarmac of the aircraft carrier, where you’re most definitely not supposed to be, just to hear your own thoughts. He has to say something because he can’t watch his best friend break anymore. He knows your Dad is gonna get a promotion after this and he assumes his re-assignment orders to Iraq still stand, meaning you’re going to go back to Green Vipers alone. You need your Dad to be here for you, need more of him in your life if you’re gonna survive the team. If you’re gonna continue on in the Navy.

He takes a deep breath, playing some game on his phone, passing the time. He knows tonight’s the only time he’ll have this chance to have this conversation and he’s not even certain your Dad will wake up. He’s all too aware of that that the longer he sits in here, the longer he leaves you alone on the tarmac. And then he hears shifting, and he glances up, realizing Maverick is awake and looking at him. He takes a deep breath, putting the phone away and moving closer to Maverick. Payback’s snoring loudly and he’s cringing at the man. What a mood-lifter for the conversation he’s about to have. “Hey Mav.” He finds himself whispering, deciding it’s a good place to start.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He nods to the door.

“Tarmac.”

“It’s late, why is she out there?” He shrugs, struggling to give a proper answer to Maverick. He’s still not entirely sure how close she exactly is with her Dad, how much he knows. She keeps her cards close to her chest when it comes to her family, that much he’s learned.

“Just thinking, I think. I’ll probably go join her later but, uhm...” He’s hesitating now. C’mon, say the things you came in here to say. “No, it’s not my place.”

“Coyote.”

“Well, sir, it’s just that-” Coyote, what the hell happened to don’t think, just do?

“Coyote, forget for a moment that I’m your instructor. You’re my daughter’s best friend, it’s just you and me.” He nodded, trying to figure out what to say. “Sir, you really scared her today.” That’s not where he was going with this. “Um, but-” He pauses, trying to figure out how to say this. “I’m also worried about what your decision to select Rooster as your wingman is gonna do.” That’s not where he was going with this either. Mav’s shaking his head, clearly confused, and honestly Coyote isn’t sure what he’s doing either.

“Coyote, how long have you known my daughter now?”

“Two years, sir.”

“And how close are the two of you actually?” Coyote starts to nod, thinking about when he told you to shut the fuck up, and then when your Dad, the man in front of him, got injured so badly you got called stateside, and he told you he hoped everything worked out.

“We had an, uh, rocky start, but I’d give my life for her. She’s my best friend.” That was a true statement.

“Then you know her well.”

“Yes sir, I’d say so, sir.”

“Then how would my decision to select Rooster as wingman affect her?” He starts to shift, uncomfortable. Now as any would be a good time to discuss the loneliness and unhappiness that you carried these days, feelings that would only intensify after returning the Green Vipers alone. He sighed, second guessing himself and why he came here to have this conversation.

“Sir, I don't really know if it’s my place-”

“Coyote.” He was sighing, again, knowing it’s now or never.

“All I feel I should say is that, well,- you should be prepared for your relationship with you daughter to change.” He pauses, wondering why those were the words that came out instead. “If not end entirely.” He realizes he means them, even if this wasn’t what he intended to say. It’s clear to all of them that Hangman wasn’t wrong in what said all those times he went after her. “Sir, I don’t know what happened between you and Rooster or her and Rooster. But I do know that she carries the weight of everything on her shoulders and I don’t know if she’ll walk away from this one the same.” There we go. Not exactly it, but close enough. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, and decided he’s left her alone long enough. “I- I should probably go check on her.”

“Coyote.” Comes Maverick’s voice and he looks back at the man who’s studying him.

“Sir?”

“Thank you for looking out for my daughter.” He nods, unable to find the words to answer his instructor. He finds himself thinking back to Admiral Kazansky’s request so long ago. He leaves the room, praying to God he doesn’t see anyone on the night shift out and about. He makes it to the tarmac unspotted, and he sees her lone figure out there. He slowly walks over to her, knowing the two of them need to have a discussion. They haven’t had a real one since they got here and so much has changed.

“You’re not supposed to be out here.”

“You gonna stick Cyclone on me?”

“Nah, I couldn’t let you sit out here alone.” He slides down next to you, looking over. “Whatcha thinking about?” You shrug and moved to sit up. He follows you, grateful he’s not having to laying on the hard asphalt of the tarmac for very long.

“When we got called back for this mission, I told myself that I would get things right with Rooster this time. That we wouldn’t make the same mistakes. But now- when we dock, we’ll have a few days off maybe, and then we’re all back to our original posts. And it feels like we’re just always doomed to repeat the past.”

“So talk to him. Don’t let him leave without knowing everything you want to say to him.” You shake your head.

“There’s so many unfinished conversations. So many things left unsaid. Years of hating each other. Maybe it’s just better to accept the past for staying in the past. I mean, he’s alive, after today can I really ask for much more?”

“You learned today that tomorrow is really never promised. Maybe it’s time to finish those conversations and say all those things you’ve left unsaid until now. What would you have done if today and really been the end and you knew that you hadn’t fixed things like you set out to do?”

“I don’t know.” He lets you sit in silence for a while, thinking everything over, but he finally decides it’s time the two of you talk about the big elephant in the room.

“Rebel, I’m gonna ask you something and I need you to answer me honestly.”

“Okay.”

“When you go back to the Green Vipers, are you going to be safe?”

“Safe is different than okay.”

“Are you going to start flying like you don’t want to come home?” He didn’t ask you if you would fly like you didn’t have people to come home for. He knew you did. But flying like you wanted to come home and flying like you didn’t have people to come home for were two very different things, something only pilots of their caliber and experience saw and understood. He knew his Dad flew like he didn’t want to come home and one day, didn’t.

“No.” You state and he looks at you carefully, realizing you’re telling the truth.

“Okay.” That’s all he wanted, all he needed to hear from you.

“Hey.” You say after a few moments and he looks back over to you from where his gaze was settled on the moon. “Thanks for being my best friend.” He lets out a soft laugh, thinking about the first time he met you two years ago, not knowing his new wingman would become his best friend.

“Surprised you let me be actually, considering I told you to shut the fuck up.” You snorted.

“Oh yeah, maybe I should start practicing that.” He kicks your leg up, interlocking your leg with his and grabbing you, pulling you into his side, giving you a hug.

“Absolutely not. Never shut the fuck up.”

#javy coyote machado #javy coyote machado fics #javy coyote machado imagines #javy coyote machado imagine #javy coyote machado fic #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fics #same mistakes

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samijami · 3 months

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Basically how today went

Gave my bf valentines gifts and made him happy

Became obsessed with having earpods in 24/7

Got stressed in painting class cuz I'm behind on projects and have a D, and then the teacher proceeded to say that I needed to use her temperament paint on a project i was missing and about to paint over the outline of and 'you'd know that if you read the assignment'. I had plans on what I was going to do with the colour (I READ THE PROJECT, and it said I could only use 2 colours) but she only had 6 colours of temperament paint and I'm somewhat colourblind and couldn't tell half of the colours apart so I just used basic colours, then proceeded to get more pissed at what was already happening (I had specific plans, and that was interrupted. That really upsets me as it is, maybe cuz I'm autistic, or that's the excuse I use), then the fucking yellow paint squirted me when I was trying to get it in the pallette and I was so done. The outline I'd spent half a week drawing was ruined by me immediately fucking it up with yellow and red shitty temperament painting. It was a portrait project and I drew my friend cuz she sits next to me, so I asked her if she 'wanted this piece of shit' and when she said no, I ripped it up into pieces and threw it away. After that, the teacher asked to hold me after class to talk

Apparently me constantly showing her disrespect when she stresses me out (which is a lot, she fucks with my autism too much when she deals with specifics, and offends me personally when she has the project go specifically against my artstyle capabilities and expects it to not look like shit), and ranting to my friend about everything she says (she can hear it loud and clear and I didn't care), was the reason she talked to me. She said she wasn't going to take the disrespect anymore, and that I was going to have to get ontop of my assignments. She mainly asked what was going on and why I was seemingly always so angry, so I did explain to her a bit of shit and that I was stressed and personal stuff going on at home, and my incapability of working on schoolwork at home most days. I also did tell her that I'm starting to have to financially support myself more cuz my father bitches about my mum buying me stuff when I get some (very little amounts of) money. She said I should've told her what was going on instead of snapping at her, so I just said that anytime i shared my woes, it screwed me over. Yeah but in the end she told me to set reminders on my phone for shit, probably not gonna do that cuz who cares

That whole thing pissed me off, even though there was a resolve. I went into the gym class late, and we're doing jump roping shit, and i grabbed the shortest ass jump rope, tripped on it, tossed it down and hit myself, then went to go over grab another (leaving it on the ground) and gym teacher goes over to me and says 'since you weren't here most of class and this is already started, you seem upset so you can sit out'. So I did so, but I walked past this fucking idiot who's my friend's brother (he's an asshole and has said some shit about me, some spread around school), and I was upset as it is. So when he had a jump rope around his neck and was told to take it off, I walked by and said 'nah, keep it on. Actually, tighten it.' I went to sit down on the bleachers and blast music in my ears, and he started yelling at me from the other side of the bleachers. He was bitching so badly and saying the absolute worst comebacks so I yelled back 'fuck off' and 'shut the fuck up' a couple times and then told his sister to get him to shut up. At this point, I ignored the entire situation. I turned on music and blasted that shit in my ears loud as fuck. Later on, teacher made a hand signal for me to pause my earpods, and she asked 'did you tell him to tighten the rope around his neck?' and my little pissed off tone responded by saying 'yeah well he's an idiot and had it there, so I just told him to tighten it.' She told me that was a threat, I said 'I ain't threatening him, I'm telling him to do it to himself, I'm not gonna. Plus that ain't gonna do shit anyways, just tightening it. I've tried that many times, don't do shit.' She looked at me with mild concernment but nodded and walked away. One of my friends ended up spraying perfume next to me and I'm already sick and having breathing issues because of it, so I grabbed my bag and very aggressively pulled it across the bleachers away from everyone and sat alone. Near the end of class, the teacher, my friend's brother, and some other dude who was with him, came over to me so I paused my earpods. The asshole said a basicality of 'I am very sorry, she or he or whatever you are. I got in trouble last week for migendering you and I just did again. And I am sorry for that and for arguing with you,' or whatever. The teacher nodded, and my friend (his sister) walked up to me and asked if I was ok. I said 'the teacher forced him to apologise, so that means nothing to me. He didn't mean it.' And she agreed the asked if I was ok again and I said 'yeah I'm perfectly fine'.

That's the same guy who's been tormenting me in gym this whole semester, and has been telling people I'm bullying this guy named River because I told his team that he couldn't have two golleys and it was unfair. The entire class basically calls us Rivals, and when I out him in game, 'His rival outed him!' is typically exclaimed. Or when we are both team captains it's 'the rivals against each other'. He calls me 'that girl' and even though his sister continuously corrects him, he continues.

So the damn teacher..the fucking TEACHER has been getting on him for migendering me, and yet the fucking principle is a homophobic asshole??

Wow

This bitch guy is 18 aswell, and is so fucking stupid..his personality and everything. Yall would hate him the moment he spoke if you met him.

Then I was stressed from that in biology, and definitely flunked my chapter 15 test. I started whacking a very badly bruised part of my arm I caused last week again due to stress, and bruised it up again even though it was healing.

Then things were fine, and even when a fucking CPS caseworker came in to watch me in my geometry 8th period, I was still fine-ish. I was just really ill and coughing until my chest hurt.

Now CPS is stalking me in school, fun.

#tw mention of sh #tw sh destructive behaviour #tw self destructive behavior #tw stress #tw bullying #tw harassment #tw transphobes #tw transfobia #tw misgendering #im an asshole #tw rant #tw vent #rant vent #vent rant #tw cussing #tw cursing #fuck everything #tw school mention

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It really annoys me how much RS and the fandom are so blind to Hades' flaws and use him as an example of "guy who hates everyone except his wife" when he's nothing but a jerk who has zero charm. The way the comic calls him out on being an asshole to everyone around him but he was so nice to Persephone since the start, with Thanatos going "where has this Hades been all along" only for RS to never have Hades face any consequences for his actions. I would have honestly love to see Hades deal with people cutting ties with him because they had enough of his attitude. Instead every conflict with him goes "person calls him out - Hades whines about his issues with his dad and his dating life - person admits they are also to blame for the situation and Hades isn't so bad - Hades continues to be a jerk".

The worst is that RS never really gives a really good reason for why Hades acts the way he does. He's a jerk and he abuses his power just because he can. If she had establish that Hades had previous relationships where his ex lovers and friends were only interested in his power and title it would at least make a bit more sense why he acts the way he does, even if it still didn't excuse him mistreating others.

It's hard to feel sympathetic about him feeling lonely and unable to be with someone when it becomes obvious he's to blame for being miserable.

Thank you! I absolutely despise Hades and the way that fandom always puts that son of a bitch on a damn pedestal, it has to be one of the most infuriating and angering things I’ve ever seen in my life.

I agree with you on literally everything and I’ve also thought it was pointless to say that Hades was misunderstood and lonely and was an actual good person when we’ve never actually seen him be a good person at all. I have never seen Hades do anything nice for anyone except Persephone and that’s literally only because he wants to win her over, if you’re an actual good person you should want to do things for people by your own will not some weird ass ulterior motive, that’s not what a nice person does that’s what manipulative people do. Doing something nice or even decent for someone hoping for something in return has never been the definition of a nice person so why are we continuing to characterize Hades like this while he’s literally been doing things for his own gain this whole series.

Also, the whole “i’m misunderstood and actually very lonely” trope is used so incorrectly here. Listen, I enjoy it when creators use tropes and put their own spins to them because if it’s done right it could be very interesting and really make the story flow easier, but this is literally terrible. You can’t just say everyone is wrong about Hades and everything’s taken out of context when we have chapters of him abusing and firing employees for no reason, humiliating and verbally abusing Thanatos also for no reason, cheating with his sister in law on his own brother just because, torturing someone on behalf of a person he’s barely even known whilst he has a girlfriend. There’s plenty of valid reasons that you yourself have shown the readers about why Hades has that disgusting reputation in the first place and you’ve never fleshed him out enough in order to grow the fuck up and actually start treating people decently.

Speaking of Hades ripping someone’s eye out for Persephone, first off it was always a disgusting thing because he literally tortured a guy so much he was hospitalized and traumatized terribly. Honestly I wish Alex was less annoyed and more scared, of course Rachel couldn’t draw him like that because everyone would be uncomfortable with what Hades did, which they should’ve been in the first place honestly. But when you think about it, he probably never did the same for Minthe and she needed it way more than Persephone did. I mean honestly if Persephone just explained that Artemis left Persephone at the party and Eros got her drunk and stuffed her in Hades’ car they probably would’ve understood and took it down immediately which would’ve been better than Hades handling everything. But when we see Minthe being insulted and discriminated against Hades has no reaction or response, Minthe constantly had to take the abuse that his family unnecessarily brought to her and he never did shit about it. He cares less about his girlfriend of probably years than he does about Persephone which he met literally three days ago.

Another thing that upsets me is the way fans justify all of this. I’ve seen many people say things like “Hades must’ve had a reason to be upset!!! He’s never gotten actually angry at people before!!! He likes screwing around with people but he never means it!!”, let me let you in on a secret. Hades is always angry and when he’s angry he always means it otherwise he wouldn’t be angry. What do you mean he likes to fuck with people? This guy never lets the act down if that’s the case, we never hear Hades joking around with employees and taking back/apologizing for being rude mainly because he means it all the time. He abuses people, he is literally an abuser himself and everyone around him enables that abusive behavior. I feel like people let it slide because “at least he doesn’t treat Persephone that way!!” but that’s literally the bare minimum and I genuinely don’t think that’s gonna stand for very long either because like I said before he is an abusive person and he doesn’t care about anything or anyone except for himself and once he gets tired of Persephone he’s going to start seeing her as unworthy or replaceable just like what happened to Minthe. This type of person doesn’t just stop being a disturbing person just because they’ve added one more person to their collection he keeps adding them because it’s a pattern, they never stop until you’re aware that you have them in the first place.

Last thing I wanna say cause this is getting long but I also hate the way that my favorite tropes are being destroyed with this damn webtoon. Do you know how much I love female characters being soft and kind but also not taking shit from anyone??? Do you you know how much I love the whole “opposites attract”, “nice one x mean one”, etc. I love those tropes so much because they hold a very special place in my heart and also because if they’re done right they’re very endearing. But LO takes these tropes and sucks all the soul and joy out of them with the way they write Persephone and Hades, you can’t say that Persephone is the kind one when she’s never did anything nice for anyone and not even for Hades actually. The trope doesn’t even work for her at all, especially the whole badass side of her it also doesn’t work because the comic doesn’t allow her to be an actual badass. Like I’ve said before a lot of Persephone’s “raw” emotions are still supposed to be cutesy and sexy, she could be crying about something serious but she still needs to remain nice to look at which I think is absolutely disgusting. Let the girl cry like a normal person and stop treating her like some doll that’s nothing without their handler. Polar opposites barely count here too because the whole point of polar opposites is to have so many differences yet still share key similarities that bring you together, we can’t have that if Persephone just morphs her personality to fit Hades’ in order to make him happy, there’s no substance there. Also the nice one and mean one… They’re both incredibly evil, there’s nothing inherently good hearted with them ever so that also falls through.

Sorry, last last thing. I wish everyone would stop calling Hades a male wife, the dynamic… No everything about him is not a male wife and he’s not what they stand for at all. Male wives are supposed to be supportive, thoughtful, respectful, and attentive to their partners and partners are supposed to reciprocate that to also show their appreciation. Hades is none of these things, also stop with the Gomez comparisons because I will literally plunge my entire foot in a bucket of lava. Gomez isn’t even on the same level as that guy so there’s not even any room to say any of that. Gomez>>>>>>>>>>>>Hades.

#lo critical #anti lore olympus #anti lo

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felixschokehold · 1 year

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Disclaimer: List is due to change over time as new things are learned about each character.

Bias|Favorites

Ultimate Bias: Felix of the Volturi

He is TALL.

He has very little scenes in the books/movies but the back story I’ve given him and literally just my own story of him has made me very attached to him.

I also love Daniel Cudmore as Felix and I am perpetually Dead^TM.

Cannot help but to love fictional homicidal men.

Edward Cullen

Edward (and Bella) call to my BPD/bipolar so fucking hard. I understand the obsession. The mania. The self hatred. The lack of confidence in someone loving you because you don’t feel “good enough”.

Love the vigilante vampire side story. Homicidal? Check. Justified killings? Double check. Love it. Living for it.

Leah Clearwater

An absolute badass.

She deserved much better.

Demetri of the Volturi

In the books he’s also Tall.

In the movies he’s very charming and funny (i.e. shoving Felix to hoard food).

I feel very sorry for him since Aro literally kidnapped him from Amun’s coven.

Emmett Cullen

Everyone’s fave himbo.

Felt very protective of Bella as a brother very early on (Midnight Sun describes this during driving away from the baseball scene).

Marcus of the Volturi

His entire life was ruined by Aro and I feel so sorry for him.

He had the greatest love of all time and it was ripped from him.

Is absolutely done with everything and is ready to die at any moment. Mood.

Jane and Alec

Literally just two innocent children.

Aro also basically ruined their life and turned them without their consent (afaik).

Forcefully bound and kept content by Aro.

So much pity for them. My children.

Paul

Anger issues. Same.

Have you seen him?

Indifferent

Alice Cullen

Continuously and borderline obnoxiously tries to force Bella into her own picture of femininity.

Literally is okay with loving a non-repentant Confederate soldier.

She is nice but just kind of rubs me the wrong way ig.

Carlisle Cullen

Created his own “family” without any consent from them as they lay dying.

Sam Uley

Seems like a hardass, but was probs just trying to be a leader and do what was best.

Esme Cullen

She is wholesome but not my cup of tea.

Some motherly figures make me feel weird because mine is dead lmao.

The Pack

Unnamed members above and below go here, just no reason to like or dislike them.

The Denali Coven

I understand where Irina comes from. Kate is pretty cool ig. Tanya is alright. Eleazar and Carmen are hot af. I just don’t feel any certain way for the whole clan.

Anti|Non Favorites

Ultimate Anti: Jacob Black

Imprinting on a child; Smeyers writing imprinting as how wolves “find their mate”, and the “future” Alice saw in the movie of them acting kind of romantic to each other has made me have a very vile taste for Jacob Black. Pre-wolf Jacob? Totally cool. Post-wolf Jacob? Absolute fucking incel.

Aro of the Volturi

Aro doesn’t “recruit”, he straight up kidnaps. He uses Chelsea and Corin’s powers to remove vampires he wants from covens they’re in and ties them to him for ultimate loyalty. He killed his own sister, Didyme, because he didn’t want Marcus to leave as he and Didyme were mated and wanted to dip from the Volturi. Aro is enslaving and kidnapping vampires on the reg.

Caius of the Volturi

He is the only member of the Volturi that Aro has not forced to stay. Caius stays on his own, he only uses Corin’s ability to cure his boredom when he isn’t committing mass murder or punishing lawbreakers.

Rosalie Cullen (Hale)

Supreme Bitch for literally no reason.

Pro-lifer.

Treats Bella like absolute garbage and almost gets her own brother killed because “Bella I eNvY yOu”

Rene

Was never a real mother to Bella, Bella had to mother her.

Selfish.

Just annoying and a terrible person lol.

Charlie Swan

Didn’t do anything in the movie when Jacob kissed Bella without consent. In the book, he praised Jacob for kissing Bella.

ACAB.

Jasper Cullen (Hale)

I only put him here because he’s a Confederate soldier with no remorse.

Probably a racist.

Quil

Also imprinted on a child.

#this is going to be linked to my pin #just my opinion lol #twilight saga #characters #my post #own post #this list will be edited and added to as time goes on

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11queensupreme11 · 2 years

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Hey, it's me again (nots sure if you remember, but if it helps refreshen your memory— I did get some professional help and all that). Still waiting for my exams to finish to publish Alabaster X OC one shot (by the way, thanking for allowing your characters to be written by others.) So, umm, having a writer's block but uhh....a headcanon to how they treat their s/o during HORRIBLE that time of the month 👀?? (Ethan, Étienne, Alabaster, Regulus, Hecate & Lou Ellen edition)? 😂 Thanks again

Writer's block is a BITCH smh 😔

Anyways, this is gonna be short because there's multiple ppl and in the last hc, I had too many words even tho I only wrote about two ppl, ugh I hate word limits.

(Étienne's ended up being longer, I just love writing about his crazy ass)

WARNING: some of these characters are just straight up cold 💀

ETHAN NAKAMURA

He's very practical so don't expect any of that nonsensical panicking and screaming bs

Ngl, he doesn't really know much about periods just that they: hurt, there's blood involved, and pads/tampons are needed

He won't go out of his way to do more research on it either, he'll just listen to his s/o and do whatever they want him to do ❤️

His attitude will be a bit softer though, and maybe a bit awkward, but he won't complain when his s/o asks him to do something. Chocolates, more pads/tampons, heat packs, all are provided by him 🥹

(All stolen tho, lmao, give him a break, he's broke 💔)

He'll definitely get frustrated if they were to give him any attitude, but he'll just grin and bear it (and by grin, I mean grimace)

7/10 caretaker! He'll get his s/o what they need, but don't expect him to completely baby them

REGULUS BLACK

You think he'll care?? HAH! Don't be delusional!

This man's a straight up misogynist, don't talk to him about your feminine woes! He'll give his s/o the dirtiest look if they were to try and tell him about their period

That's not his business to know and as a woman, his s/o should know better than to speak openly about such 'disgusting things'!

She better pray that his daughter's not around to hear her talk about it or else he'll get really pissed that she's trying to be a 'bad influence' to Essie

-10/10 caretaker. He won't care, and he'll punish his s/o for speaking out about it.

HECATE

Periods??? what's that???

Oh that's a mortal thing??? how weird

Goddesses aren't human so their biology will be DRASTICALLY different than mortals'. I headcanon that they don't ever have periods because can you actually imagine a goddess suffering through one??? nah

Sorry, but she's a goddess and she wouldn't give a single shit about her s/o going through their period

To her, it's just a 'weird thing mortals have to go through'

0/10 caretaker. She won't care, and if her s/o dares to try and "boss" her around, she'll most likely curse them

ÉTIENNE ROSIER

Ah, finally. Someone who'll care... except, he cares a little too much...

I highly doubt Beauxbatons (or any wizarding school tbh) covers sexual education or simple biology, so you best believe this boy doesn't know a single thing about periods. Sure he has sisters, but they're all terrified of him so ofc they won't talk to him about periods 💀

WHEN HE FINDS OUT THO... he'll definitely dote on his s/o to the extreme. He'll fret over them, give them everything they want, and smother them with cuddles and kisses. He'll do everything for them, they won't even have to lift a finger! He'll take care of it all, his s/o just needs to stay in bed and behave!

They were already coddled before, but now Étienne treats them like a helpless infant

RIP his s/o. They'll be absolutely suffocated by all his love and affection

BUT... the issue here are the mood swings. Obviously, his s/o's not gonna be happy with his clinginess and the lack of freedom, especially since he was already like that before. They'll snap at him eventually and that's when Étienne's more dangerous side comes out...

1/10 caretaker. He'll be way too doting and sweet, and super restrictive (but I gave him a point if you're into that). Plus, there's a good chance he might end up killing his s/o in another one of his 'WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME' temper tantrums

ALABASTER C. TORRINGTON

THIS MAN KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING 👏 GOD BLESS HIM

No fr, he had tons of little sisters and he had to take care of each and every one of them, so OF COURSE he would be the best caretaker when his s/o's on their period 💖💖💖

Tbh, he probably knows more about it than his own s/o lmao. He has their cycle on the calendar so when that particularly week gets closer, he'll be going up to them like "hey, do you have all the pads/tampons you need?? overnight pads??? heating packs?? pain killers?"

And they'll be like "h u h"

him: "ur periods gonna start in approximately 2 days, 49 minutes, and 10 seconds—"

his s/o: 👁👄👁

He's obsessed your honor, ofc he's gonna remember every single detail about his s/o 🙄

100/10 caretaker! Don't you just love a responsible man who knows more about your own body than you do???

LOU ELLEN BLACKSTONE

Our mentally sane lesbian queen 👑 the healthiest bitch in my book series asjehfasjh

She's a chill, 'if it happens, it happens' kinda girl so I don't see her putting down her own cycle in a calendar tbh, so she won't do the same thing with her girlfriend either (unlike Alabaster's obsessed ass)

When her girlfriend starts her period, she'll be super understanding of any mood swings and mishaps that happen!

Also, the best part is that she knows the spell needed to remove any embarrassing bloodstains! If her s/o ever starts bleeding through her jeans, she can easily use the Mist to make ppl forget they ever saw it and use a cleaning spell to help her! 💖

(We all wish we had a Lou Ellen in our life to be there for all those embarrassing moments 🥲)

Having a magical girlfriend who can alter people's minds is so useful if you're broke because SHE'LL EVEN STEAL PADS FOR YOU 😍

Periods are hurting you so bad that you might need to visit the doctor but can't because you live in America and that shit ain't free?? NO WORRIES! LOU ELLEN CAN JUST MIST THE WHOLE HOSPITAL TO GET YOU ALL THE CARE YOU NEED FOR FREE!!!!!

Capitalism < Lou Ellen

A perfect 10/10! Knows exactly how to take care of her s/o without having to be too overbearing, obsessed, or abusive! We stan a healthy queen 😌💖

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| essie series #i just looked back at this #and realized that lou ellen's hc was longer than étienne's #lol

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So I’m thinking about the lovers through the ages AU as always. And I just saw a pic of Hailee from True Grit on one of my feeds snd it just had me thinking…

KY!Pioneer/Oregon Trail AU

Did you ever see that movie with Vanessa Kirby and Katherine Waterson, The World To Come? I’m seeing those vibes, but like…it could go several ways.

One way it could go is that Kate is traveling with her parents/family while Yelena is traveling with her husband. Of course Kate catches some suss activity between them one night when she wakes to pee and is creeping around the campsite, wherein said husband beats Yelena and she’s stone cold/turns the other cheek defiantly, which you know, shouldn’t Do Things to Kate, but it kind of does because it’s something she’s just not used to seeing…so she sneaks back to her wagon and has to squeeze in between her siblings (one of which will inevitably die on the journey RIP little baby Frederick) and tries to go back to sleep but now she can’t stop thinking about the other woman and also what the actual fuck is happening to her, why is she feeling so hot all of a sudden??? Anyway, as the days carry on, Kate starts to watch them more closely and can’t help but notice they aren’t like the other couples traveling. She starts trying to sort of not-so-subtly step in and Yelena is like, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll back the fuck off bitch, you’re going to get yourself killed. He isn’t somebody to mess around with. If you could see the scars on my body, you would know. So naturally, fighting and flirting and sneaking around shenanigans ensue until Kate accidentally kills Yel’s husband in an effort to try and defend/protect Yelena, and it becomes An Issue because of messy reasons. But this also completely shifts the way Yelena views little miss Katherine Bishop because until now she’d thought little of her except how spoiled and innocent she seemed.

The other route is that Kate is married to a man and Yelena has bought her passage West as a helping hand to the pair…lots of livestock, that kind of thing. Kate is, of course, inexplicably attracted to Yelena as she watches her driving the oxen or making bullets or whatever else they’ve got to take care of because we know that women who were a part of the wagon train often had to step outside the bounds of what was considered “traditional” domestic affairs for the sake of survival AND DAMN IT ALL if this woman can’t give any man a run for his money, which has Kate going absolutely feral. Like one of the oxen breaks a leg while getting the wagon over a rough patch of ground, and not only does she put it out if it’s misery, she steps in and pulls the fucking wagon out from where it’s gotten stuck. Picture Yelena with a human yoke absolutely hauling ass with buckets of water and not a drop is lost because she might be strong like bull but she’s also delicate as fuck when she needs to be. (*cough* Kates about to find out just how delicate she can be…and not be *cough*) Anyway. She absolutely breaks Katherine’s brain. Then one night Yelena saves Kate’s life by shooting a coyote or wolf or something that’s about to attack her, after Yelena has already told Kate like one million times that’s it’s a bad idea to go out walking alone in the dark 🤷‍♀️ and Kate’s just like “oops…think you could reach me how to use that gun??” And Yelena just rolls her eyes and is like you’re going to get killed if I don’t, aren’t you? but BUT halfway through the journey, Kate’s husband dies of dysentery and now they’re traveling alone…except it’s totally within reason that Kate would become the head of house, because Wagon Train Rules…did this just become a domestic partnership? Well, it’s not *not* that.

In either case, Yelena has A History and maybe it involves murder, maybe it doesn’t, but either way, she’s leaving the life she had on the east coast to find her sister, Natasha, whose last known whereabouts was a cathouse called the red room. Katherine Bishop is just along for the ride and didn’t really want to be there at all until she met Yelena. Now she finds herself oddly invested in making it West.

Boom. I don’t care if anyone else is into this, I’m frothing. I’ll be here for the next several days…sorry I went a little overboard there.

YOU KNOW WHAT...........I kinda like it when y'all decide it's "story hour" in my inbox tell ME little gay things. Then I don't have to do the work lol

#I have indeed seen The World To Come #I also don't know enough about the wild west/Oregon trail to be able to do this justice #have I spent hours doing research for all the other period aus? yes. mind your business #kateyelena #hehc #anonymous #answers

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angelamajiki · 3 years

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PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

A BNHarem Server Collab! Check out the other works here.

Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

#yandere dabi x reader #yandere dabi #dabi #dabi x reader #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha #yandere bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #yandere x reader #yandere

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lis-likes-fics · 3 years

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Hey there I was wonder if I could have Carlisle x pregnant reader and he’s really possessive and protective of her and smutty please 😊

Author's Note: First of all, I am so sorry for my tardiness. This was requested like two months ago. Here it is now, again I'm sorry. I started writing it and took the longest time to keep coming to it. Procrastination is a bitch. Thank you so much and now enjoy reading this fluffy smut! ❤️

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Possessive, Protective, and Pregnant

Y/N smiled as she waved to her brother, Sam. She'd stopped by the reservation today to visit her pack before returning back to the Cullens place, a container full of Emily's amazing chocolate muffins in her bag, eager to dive in.

"Don't eat 'em all in one night! You might also wanna talk to Carlisle, don't keep it to yourself too long!" her sister-in-law called.

Y/N nodded as she rolled her eyes a little. "Alright, Emily. See you later. Bye, Sammy!" Her big brother waved at her as she drove away. She didn't really know why she was so eager to have the muffins. She didn't usually like sweets and things all too much, but she couldn't wait to eat one - so much so that she opened the container and grabbed one, eating it in her car on the way back to the house.

Stuffing the container back into her bag, she got out of the car after finishing her muffin and headed inside. She was greeted by Carlisle, who kissed her cheek happily. "How was your day with your brother?"

"It was fun, I enjoyed myself," she smiled sweetly.

"I'm glad." He paused for a moment, taking a couple breaths in before asking, "Is that…chocolate?"

She shrugged, "Uh, yeah. Emily made some." She slowly pulled the box out of her bag to show Carlisle. He eyed her with a confused look, "You hate chocolate."

She shrugged, looking away a little, "I mean, I don't mind chocolate."

"No," Carlisle chuckled, "You told me you absolutely hated chocolate."

"Well, uh, people change?" she offered. He smiled as he shook his head, his hand on her waist. He kissed her gently.

Y/N fidgeted with the top corner of the page in her book, bored to death as she had nothing to do. Carlisle was in his office, doing some late work. He'd thought she had already gone to sleep - she did announce that, after all.

But to be honest, she was too bored and too awake to sleep. She'd thought reading the book would help, but she sighed and gave up on it as she stood from the bed, stretching her limbs.

Maybe cuddling would help. Just as she was going to do just that with Carlisle, she decided against it. He was working, she didn't want to disturb him.

So instead she decided to get a midnight snack - or after midnight snack. It was almost one-thirty.

She stepped lightly as she made her way to the garage, opening and closing the door quietly to not make noise. She didn't want to alert Carlisle. Living with vampires made her excellent at sneaking.

She pulled the box slowly out of the closet, keeping the noise low. She opened the lid to the box and smiled at her secret stash of sweets. She had no idea why she had it, but she wanted sweets.

She pulled out a chocolate bar, breaking off a piece and popping it in her mouth. She smiled as she sat there, savoring the sweet treat.

She was there for a while, divulging herself in her sweets. She didn't overindulge, but she didn't quite enjoy herself.

When Carlisle finished work for tonight in his office, he headed to the bedroom to see Y/N. When she wasn't in the bed, his brows furrowed and he started searching the house for her. She wasn't in the living room, or the kitchen. He checked the bathrooms that were unnecessary before she came but she wasn't in.

When he reached the garage, he opened the door and froze at the door with a confused look. "Y/N?" he asked.

She froze and slowly turned to look up at him, a hand held up to her mouth holding a cookie. She took a bite from the cookie and nervously said, "Hello, Carlisle… What's up?"

He blinked a couple of times, walking over to her, "What on Earth are you doing?"

She shrugged, dusting her hands off, "Uh…midnight snack?"

"You hate sweets," he accused again, "Why do you have a whole box of them?"

She sighed, "I dunno, I just want sweets."

Carlisle looked her over, taking the pack of cookies she began reaching for. She'd already eaten an entire sleeve. He set the box to the side, "Are you alright?"

Y/N chewed her bottom lip, trying to formulate the sentence she'd been so scared to admit. She tried to reach for her cookies, but he held them out of reach. "You'll get sick," he scolded, "Tell me what's wrong."

She sighed heavily before deciding just to blurt it out. Just rip it off like a band-aid.

"I'm pregnant."

Carlisle froze, and Y/N winced. She waited anxiously for him to react, to do something. Carlisle smiled and she calmed. Then he chuckled lightly and shook his head, "No, you're not. It's not possible."

A weight fell over her before she sighed, "I am. I'm a werewolf, so I can have kids, and well… maybe that's enough. Plus, I took a test three times. I didn't know how to tell you, I didn't want…"

Carlisle's smile had fallen. When she trailed off, he laid a hand on her cheek, "You didn't want what?"

"I didn't want you to leave me," she muttered, looking away.

He frowned deeply, cupping her face with both her hands now so she would look at him. She searched his eyes as he gazed into hers. "Y/N," he spoke softly, "I could never leave you. And you can tell me anything. You shouldn't have to be afraid. I love you, and I want the best for you. I'll never leave you."

She smiled and asked, "And…what about the baby?"

His smile grew again and her heart felt light. He told her, "Well, I've got to start thinking about names."

She chuckled as she hugged him tightly. She was elated by the fact that he was accepting her.

The next couple of weeks was spent with heavy preparation for the child. At first, everyone was concerned because the baby would be half vampire. Surely that had to be dangerous for Y/N, right?

But the child was also part werewolf and Y/N wasn't human. She was stronger than a human, she could handle a vampire baby.

The news was quick - too quick even - to spread across the town. The Cullens were having a baby.

They got lucky too - the baby grew close to the same pace as a normal one would. No one would be concerned about how quickly Y/N's belly would grow, Carlisle predicted six months. It was early, yes, but it was long enough that no one would question it.

Only two months in and Y/N realize just exactly what it meant to be Carlisle's mate. She knew he was protective, yes, but it truly surprised her just how protective he could get over her.

Especially when it was just some kid.

They were out getting groceries for the house when some punk kid walked past them. He saw her belly through her shirt and chuckled slightly, "Heh, that's a big one."

He was given no escape as Carlisle grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him over without hurting him. He let go of him and the kid looked between the two of them.

"Was that appropriate?" Carlisle asked as he looked down at the kid, the disappointed dad look written all over his face.

Y/N tried not to laugh.

"She's pregnant, not 'big'. Even if she was, that isn't something you need to be saying about anyone, regardless of the circumstance. I want you to apologize."

The look Carlisle gave intensified and she could have sworn the kid shuddered. He turned his gaze to her and spoke, occasionally glancing back at Carlisle, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I won't do it again, I swear."

She nodded, "Thank you. Go on before he continues his lecture."

The kid swiftly thanked her and left. She smiled up at Carlisle, shaking her head, "You know I'm a werewolf right?"

"Of course, dear."

"And that I know how to take insults and remarks?"

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you should have to," he kissed her forehead and they continued walking.

She laughed lightly as she kept walking with him. He told her gently, "I'll always protect you. Even if it is from punk kids calling you 'big'."

Y/N shook her head as she laughed, hand tight in his hold as she walked with him. He looked down at her, a smile on his face as he watched her. She looked up at him, "What?"

He shrugged, "You're glowing." She chuckled again.

Continue reading here...

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peachbear88 · 3 years

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The Greatest Love Story

A/N: Inspired by this lovely image I saw. I'm making this into a high school angst AU that takes place in like the 1900's. For the record, I know Steve isn't a bad person but this is an AU and I need one of those... You know, guys for this story so.... Yeah! Sorry! BTW, the second poem is not written by me, it's written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning and I stole some quotes from Shakespeare.

Warnings: Angst, homophobia, swearing, character death.

Word Count: 3.2k

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

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You scale the ancient wooden stairs of your small school. avoiding eye contact with anyone. The stares you receive from others are painfully obvious as you speed walk towards the library, seeking shelter from the judgmental glances from your peers.

"Hello dear," the kind librarian greets you as you walk past her towards your corner of the library.

You don't respond, quickly ducking behind the massive shelves, hoping to spend as much time as possible in your safe space before the classes start. Placing back your old books, you scan the shelves, until a particular title catches your eye.

"Love Poems by Women?" You murmur, flipping through the worn pages.

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A giant dusty book lands on the librarian's desk, making her look up.

"May I take this out?" You ask, your tone emotionless, cold yet tentative. The librarian smiles gently at you handing you back the book.

"Of course dear. Happy reading." You give her a small, thankful smile before dashing out of the library door. The halls are partially empty, save for the kids that skip class, hanging around in the hallways and dark alleys after school.

You duck your head, avoiding eye contact as you pass the group leaning against the lockers, most importantly, the hazel eyed beauty that could snap your neck in half, Yelena Belova.

"Hey!" Your head snaps up. Big mistake. You lock eyes with the famed blonde and you drop your head immediately, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Y-Yes?"

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." She snaps. You peek at her from the corner of your eye, her sleek dress pants catching your eye.

"Interesting outfit choice," you note before you can stop yourself.

"What did you say?" She demands and you gulp, backing away.

"N-nothing." She slowly steps towards you, backing you into the lockers.

"Get to class. And don't ever let me see you again идиот (idiot)." You hurry down the hall towards your classroom, tripping in the process as you repeatedly look over your shoulder, watching as Yelena turns back to her friend group.

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"She was cute," Natasha points out as Yelena reclaims her spot leaning against the lockers. "Why do you feel the need to tease her so relentlessly?" Yelena rolls her eyes, grabbing the flask of vodka back from her sister.

"She's annoying. I don't like her." Natasha smirks.

"Sure. Whatever you say."

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You let out a sigh of relief when the bell rings.

Your classmates flood out of the classroom, jostling each other aside in their rush to get home. You quickly sprint out the door, eager to get home, safe and sound when a hand grabs you by the arm and pulls you into a dark alley behind the school.

"Hello there girly..." A deep voice says. You gulp. The boy steps into the light to reveal Steve Rogers. One of those people that take pride in hurting others, a bully, your tormenter.

"W-what do you want?" He smirks, stepping closer to you.

"Well, a little birdie told me that someone had an encounter with a specific blonde this morning." You flinch when he grabs you by the throat, pinning you to the wall. "You wouldn't happen to be... I don't know, one of those dykes would you?" Your eyes widen and you shake your head vigorously as he laughs. "Oh man," he sputters, choking through his laughter. "Wait till the school gets ahold of this-"

He doesn't get to finish his sentence because a fist connects with his face, sending him reeling backwards.

"What the-" A strong hand wraps around his throat, pushing him backwards till his back connects with the wall.

"Listen to me you маленькое дерьмо (little shit), if you ever even think about coming near her again, I will sneak into your house at night, gut you like the fish you are and paint the school with them." Yelena warns in a surprisingly calm voice. Steve's eyes widen and he nods his head frantically until she lets go.

"Crazy bitch!" He spits, backing away quickly. You shuffle your feet, looking down at the ground as she watches him run.

"T-thank you." You mutter, not daring to look her in the eye. She sighs.

"This better not become a daily thing Y/L/N." You nod feebly. "Get out of here." You quickly pick your bag back up and sprint out of the alley, leaving Yelena by herself,

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"I'm home mom!"

"Welcome home sweetie!" Your mom pokes her head out of the living room.

"How's your book going?"

"As great as a woman writing a book can be." She chuckles forcibly. There's an awkward silence before she continues. "Your father came by today." She pauses as you swallow, feeling like something lodged itself in your throat.

"And what did he want?" She frowns at your tone.

"Sweetie, I know you don't like him but he's still your fa-"

"I don't have a dad," you growl, picking up your bag. "My dad died when he chose to abandon us." She watches as you climb up the stairs, sighing and rubbing her temple.

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You flop onto your bed, dropping the thick dusty buck onto the bed. You spend the rest of the afternoon reading through the poems until your mom calls you down for dinner.

It's an awkward dinner, quiet, only the sounds of dishes, chewing and utensils filling the room.

"I'm going to bed." You say after washing the dishes, not bothering to wait for a response.

That night, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of your room.

"Love poems by women." You mutter, an idea popping into your head. You quickly sit up, flicking on your lamp and pulling out the book and a pen.

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"Good morning dear," the librarian greets you like she does every morning.

"I'd like to return this book." You reply coldly, passing her the book once again. She smiles gently at you.

"I hope you enjoyed your reading." She says while passing you, returning the book to its original shelf.

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"Hello hon, can I help you with anything?" The librarian asks the dirty-blonde haired girl.

"No, thank you." The girl sends the librarian a tight lipped smile before returning her attention to the shelves. A ripped leather cover catches her attention. Love Poems by Women. She smiles, pulling the book from the shelf. Flipping open to the title page, a neat cursive catches her eyes.

Love flows between beings Gift from the gods Curse from the demons The missing part of every person Destined to be opposites Love is flexible Yet some seek to objectify love Love is not for the weak willed. - Aristophanes

The blonde haired girl hums, pulling a pen from her jacket's pocket and discreetly writing in the book, right next to the poem.

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Terrible.

That's the only way to describe your day. You received your essay back, ecstatic to see that you had received an A. Steve on the other hand had absolutely flunked. Instead of dedicating his time to studying, he decided to beat you up as a way of taking out his frustration.

You ended up limping out of the women's toilet, your leg flaring up whenever you moved, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

"Hi sweetcheeks," the librarian murmurs, her eyes trailing down your injured leg.

"'Ello." You quickly duck behind the shelves, pulling out the book you were looking for. Your brows scrunch together in confusion as you see a messier scrawl next to your handwriting.

Reality hits hard

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

- Orpheus

You smile letting a light laugh slip from your lips. A sweet titter revealing the little girl underneath your cold, traumatized exterior.

Quickly, you grab your pen from your pocket and begin scribbling.

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The air is knocked from your body as your back makes contact with the floor.

"Listen here dyke. I don't like you alright," Steve growls into your ear as Tony cracks his knuckles. "So here's what's going to happen: Everyday you're going to meet us here and," he pauses, cracking his neck. "Help us relive some stress." He smiles wickedly before punching you in the stomach, making you double over in pain.

Your eyes flutter shut as they deliver blow after blow 'till they finally stop. You tentatively open your eyes to see Yelena tackling Steve to the ground as Tony stares at them, eyes wide.

"I. Told. You. To. Leave. Her. Alone!" She screams, pummeling Steve with her fists. He groans, unmoving. You watch in terror as Tony picks up a trash can lid, sneaking up behind her as she punches Steve in the face.

"Watch out!" You scream, taking Tony as well yourself by surprise. She looks up to see you slamming into Tony sending him flying into the nearby wall of the alley.

He crumples, unconscious.

"Are you okay?" You mumble, limping towards Yelena, who's clutching a blood gash on her arm.

"'M fine,' she grits out. You shake your head, grabbing her wrist. She flinches but doesn't push you away.

"You're not okay. Let me help you." You plead. She stays silent and you quickly take her silence as a yes, leading her to the front steps of your home. You rummage through your back pack, finding a large wrap of bandages that you kept after your daily beating from Rogers and his friends.

She winces as you wrap her wound swiftly.

"Gentle!" She growls and you stare back at her defiantly.

"Well maybe if you would stop moving, it'd hurt less!" You retort and she shuts up, staring off into the distance. You dab the cut with a small bit of alcohol before wrapping the bandage all around her arm.

"Thank you." She whispers, giving you a small smile. Reaching out, she gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you flinch back. You quickly, shovel the bandages and medicinal alcohol back into your pack, not noticing the hurt look on her face.

"No problem. The least I could do since you saved me." You reply bluntly, swinging the bag over your shoulder and slipping through the door.

"Wait-" She sighs as the door slams shut in front of her.

You exhale, leaning against the door as you try to catch your breath.

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Yelena sighs exasperatedly, tugging at the collar of her dress shirt.

"What's wrong little sis?" Natasha smirks, plopping down next to her.

"I got hurt and Y/N patched me up." Natasha jumps up, eyes wide.

"You stained your new shirt?" She groans shaking Yelena violently. "God I'm going to kill you!" Yelena grabs her sister, stopping her.

"You're missing the point!"

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Nat challenges, flopping back down on to the couch.

"She patched me up!" Nat's eyes widen.

"Oh. Oh." She inches closer to her sister, nudging her playfully, much to Yelena's dislike. "So are y'all like," she winks at her sister insinuatingly. "A thing?" Yelena scrunches her brows in confusion.

"A thing?" Nat rolls her eyes, sidling closer to her.

"Yes. A thing. An item? Lovers?" She shrugs, missing the way Yelena blushes.

"In her dreams," Yelena snorts, leaning back into the couch.

"If you say so..."

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"Morning pumpkin!" The librarian chirps.

The blonde girl ignores her, breezing past her towards the the shelves at the very back, peeking over her shoulder quickly before pulling an old, leather bound book from the shelf.

She flips the leather cover aside to reveal the title page. Next to her messy, distorted scrawl was a neat, distinctive cursive once again.

Speak low if you speak love

- Aristophanes

She smiles gently, chuckling as she shakes her head.

"Shakespeare of all people," she whispers, her accent thickening. Pulling a forgotten pen from the shelves, she begins writing,

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The highlight of your day became going to the library and reading the little messages scrawled in between the margins of the book by Orpheus. Like:

If music be the food of love, play on

Her passions are made of nothing but the finest part of pure love.

They made you smile on a daily basis, sometimes even eliciting a rare light laugh.

"Good morning sweetpea." The librarian greets you, not expecting a response. To her surprise and yours, you muster a small smile and a wave.

"Hello." You can feel the librarians shocked eyes following you as you round the bookshelf corner to find Steve, eyes wide, mouth open in shock as he stares down at something in his hands.

Your heart plummets. A book with a soft leather cover, yellowed pages. The book of poems.

You lunge for it but he step sides you swiftly, raising the book above his head.

"Speak low if you speak of love huh? I'm not surprised you know Shakespeare, you're such a nerd." He sneers, waving the book above his head.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." You stutter, backing up. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, lifting you into the air.

"Don't fuck with me!" He growls, dropping the book and kicking it to the side. "Who's Orpheus?"

"G-Greek hero. Musician." You stutter and he slaps you, hard. You can feel your cheek swelling under his fiery gaze.

"Don't even try me. Who. Is. Orpheus?"

"I don't know, I swear!" You mutter, wincing when you accidentally bite your cheek.

He drops you, watching as you scramble to your feet, backing away.

"This isn't over you little shit. I'll be back for you," he warns, giving your book one last kick for good measure before storming out of the library with Tony and Bucky on his heels.

You fall to your knees, silently sobbing as you crawl over too the book, dusting it off and hugging it to your chest.

Yelena sighs, her heart breaking as she watches you curl around the book protectively, lying on the floor.

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"Where are you going?"

Yelena turns to find Nat, leaning against the school stairwell doorway, watching her.

"Just up to the roof. Need some fresh air," she lies, avoiding Nat's gaze. Nat lifts Yelena's chin up, staring into her eyes, boring into her very soul. Yelena squirms under her gaze until she finally lets go.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay." She smiles sadly at her little sister. "Just-" Her voice cracks as she pats her sister's shoulder. "Don't do anything stupid."

"Don't worry. I won't." She gives Nat a brief hug before hiking her pants up and starting up the stairs.

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"Ah, well look who decided to join the party!" You look up from the ground to see Yelena, your eyes clouded with pain.

"No..." You croak but Steve pays no attention to you.

"Come to save your love Yelena?" He sneers, dropping you to the ground. "Or should I say... Orpheus?" Your eyes widen as you watch him advance towards her, pushing her closer to the edge of the roof.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She deadpans and Steve chuckles.

"Sure. If you won't admit, I'll just have to settle for destroying you from the inside out instead." He grabs her by the arm. "I haven't forgotten what you did to me." He points at a long thin scar along his jawline.

You watch as Tony sneaks up from behind Yelena, striking her with a metal bar. She crumples, falling to her knees.

"Hold her." Steve directs and Bucky dutifully grabs you by the arms. He holds Yelena's chin in between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. "Now you watch as I destroy the one thing you love the most." Tony tosses his the metal bar and Steve prepares himself before swinging it like a baseball bat.

There's a sickening crunch followed by your scream as the bar makes contact with your ribs.

"Stop!" She struggles, her eyes never leaving your broken body as he hits you over and over again. "Please! Leave her alone!"

Steve smiles evilly, locking eyes with her before swinging the bat again. Another scream. Blood trickles down your face from your nose.

"Is that right? Did the famous Yelena Belova just beg me?" He smiles cruelly before pushing you down on your back, his foot on your chest. You scream as he increases the pressure, your broken ribs digging into your lungs.

Yelena screams, kicking Tony's legs out from under him before punching Steve in the jaw. She grabs the iron bar before it hits the ground, clobbering Bucky in the stomach before kicking Steve in the stomach.

"ты сука (you bitch)!" She steps on his face swiftly, taking satisfaction in the groan of pain he emits before turning to you, gently cradling your face.

"Wow... That was pretty badass," you mumble and she laughs, tearing up. You reach out, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Don't cry." She frowns.

"I'm not crying."

"You are too." You smile, wincing in pain. "I didn't know you knew Shakespeare."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let this happen." You frown, caressing her face, forcing her to look at you.

"Hey, hey. It's fine. Don't worry. I'll be fine." You attempt to smile reassuringly but it comes out as more of a grimace. "Listen, if I don't make it-"

"Don't say that! You can't leave me!"

"Shush, listen you thickheaded poet. If I don't make it, go back to the book." You instruct her. She frowns but you can her off. "Promise me."

"But-"

"Promise me."

"I promise..."

"Good." You smile at her, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, your eyesight blurring. "Wait for me okay?" Your eyes flutter shut.

"No! No Y/N! Come back!" She shakes you roughly, sobbing when you don't respond.

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Yelena watches as your body is carted off under a white sheet. Nat stands to the side, watching as her sister stares off into the distance, all life drained from her body.

Go back to the book.

She stands, slowly trailing towards the library, her eyes bloodshot, cheeks caked with dry tears.

"Hi dear," the librarian greets her, discreetly wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. "What a shame. She was a lovely girl."

"She really was the best." Yelena agrees quietly, giving the librarian a small, comforting pat on the back before moving to the back of the library where she finds the book, lying on the floor.

Yelena,

I believe that we are the greatest love poem ever written. I love you always,

Y/N

A choked sob escapes her lips as she stares at the page. You knew. You knew the whole time and you didn't even say anything. A pair of soft arms wrap around Yelena's stomach as she lets go of the dam, her cries echoing throughout the library.

"I'm sorry..."

I'm sorry...

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bugsy-maria · 3 years

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Winchester's x Demon Sister! Reader

Warnings: Mention of burning alive, mention of torture and abusive past

"You know I find it hard to believe that you don't recognize your own Daughter," I played with the blade of John's hunting knife, "Were you that much of an absent father?" I looked up at the three hunters I hold hostage. my black eyes staring at them, a deadpanned look across my may face.

"I don't have a daughter!" he lost his cool fast. he yelled at me and I barely said anything.

"Of course you do," I bent down to his eye level, "You just forgot about her in the fire."

~~~~~22 years before~~~~~

3rd POV

Marry had just tucked in her two latest pride and joys. today was their six-month birthdays and something about that felt familiar to Marry as she forgot about it. as she walked out of the room after kissing the twins goodnight, she dismissed the feeling.

Mary passes John as she leaves the nursery, he's on his way to put Dean to bed. Once all children were put to bed, the adults of the house decided that it was their turn to turn in fr the night.

About an hour or two later, Mary stirs in her sleep. the noise from the baby monitor keeping her from sleeping. he sat up ready to make her way to the nursery to see little Sammy and precious (Y/N). she walked through the hall and sees a dim light coming from the TV downstairs.

Mary looks into the room in which the baby duo occupied, just to see the silhouette of her husband standing over the crib both babies slept in. they hadn't expected twins so they had only used the one that Dean used.

"John?" Mary spoke up, "Are they hungry?" she queried.

"Shh." her Husband shushed, she took it as a sign that he had just managed to put the two tots to bed. Mary made her way downstairs to turn off the TV, once she made her way to the bottom of the wooded steps she saw the last thing she expected to see.

On the couch was her husband sleeping, but in the room was John putting the babies to sleep. Marry quickly darted up the stairs turning on the lights to her own death. John awoke to the sounds of his wife screaming.

John saw the sight of the fire in the nursery, he also saw Dean standing in the hall scared.

"Get your siblings!" he shouted at the poor child. as he ran down the stairs to call for help.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

(Y/N)'s POV

"(Y/N)?" his voice shook.

"Ding! Ding! ding!" I stood straight, "We have a winner!" I pointed at him.

"Get out of her, you black-eyed bitch!" I heard Dean speak up from the end of the line.

"Oh Dee," I chuckled, "I am your sister, I'm just upgraded." I smiled, looking back down at the knife I'm now twisting in my palm.

"You're not my sister, you're just a girl I met at school." his voice turned down yet sterned.

~~~~~9 years before~~~~~

Another day, another motel, another school. I never knew why we moved around a lot. all I knew was that it was for dad's work. I woke up to a single-bed hotel room once again. why only one bed you may ask? well, my dad is a crossroads demon for Hell so he's never around, but when he is I get new marks on my skin.

I got ready for school, I put on a black sweater with a white-collar shirt underneath. I slid my legs into a pair of ripped black jeans and tied my dirt-stained white converse. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked to the school.

the day went by miserably slow. I was walking to the lunchroom, books safely tucked into my locker. I wasn't going to eat anything, I just had to be there. I felt someone's shoulder knock into mine.

"Sorry." I squeaked out, my frame folding into itself. I looked at the person I ran into. he looked to be a senior, 6' 7" and built like a chad.

"You think you can just push me around?" his voice boomed throughout the hall, making everyone stop.

"n-no," I stuttered. I felt my shoulder get grabbed and my back gets pushed up against the locker.

"I'm gonna make you pay for even laying eyes on me short stack!" he reeled his fist back, I closed my eyes waiting for the impact.

"You wanna think about that again?" a stern voice spoke up. I opened my eyes to see a familiar face, he had light freckles on his skin, dark brown hair, and an old leather jacket. he was always at every school I went to, and always managed to get the reputation of the bad boy everyone was scared of.

the giant quickly scurried off, leaving Dean and me in the same spot.

"You okay?" he looked at me.

"mm." I hummed, "Thanks, Dean." I quietly thanked about to make my way to the lunchroom.

"You know me?" he stopped me.

"Of course, you're always at every school I go to." I looked back at him, "Almost like you follow me." I smiled. most are scared of him, but when you see him almost every day for 13 years you tend to not be as scared.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

Ever since that day he protected me from bullies and on occasion tended to my wounds caused by my father.

"That happens to also be your sister." I smiled at him. "I swear we crossed paths so many times. I was left to burn in a fire, saved by a demon instead of my own father, always in the same motel just one room over, in the same class as Sam, always saved by Dean, always kicked out by John, and always left behind for the wolves." I walked around them.

"The demon did this to you," Sam concluded.

"You'd think that wouldn't you?" I kneeled in front of him, my knife gliding across his jaw. "Sam it always was you, you were the one to push me over the edge."

~~~~~5 Years Before~~~~~

"You might have had Dean fooled but I'm not!" sam yelled at me. I was hoping Dee would be at their room so he could help me sew up a deep gash I got on my arm. a wound that was being held closed by an old tee-shirt. "I know you are one of those things that killed our mother!"

"Sammy what are you talking about?" tears of pain dried upon my face, but new tears forming on my face. how could Same think I'm a monster?

"Don't call me that!" he pushed me back a little from my shoulders. the harsh movement caused a sting in my wound, but I won't let any pain show now. "I hate you I always have! You're nothing but a monster!" he grabbed my uninjured arm and shoved me out of the room. I stood outside as he slammed the door in my face.

something changed in me that day. something big broke. I hated what I was, so I changed in that split second. my eyes turned black that night.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

"You know you don't have to watch me." I stood up and looked in the direction of Crowley, the demon who found me burning. "I've been planing this since I was 17." I smiled, watching him disappear. I looked around the room, making sure that he was absolutely gone.

"Thank Lucifer he's gone!" I smiled, I quickly walked over to Dean undoing his restraints.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I may be a demon now, but I still care about you Dee," I said standing up hugging him after dropping the knife.

"I know." he hugged back.

"Dean are you crazy? She's a demon?!" I heard John yell.

"And you left your child to burn alive so it's not like you're all that good either." I went over to sam to undo his restraints too.

"How do we know we can trust you?"

"Well you never did before, so don't know." I smiled, crawling over to John's chair.

"Sam, get the Colt." I heard Sam listen to John.

"Wrong direction Sammy boy." I pulled the gun out of my pants while I stood up.

"So you planned to get the gun from us?" john stood up, facing me.

"no, I'll give it back once you guys are out of here." I looked him in the eyes.

"She wouldn't hurt us, dad." I heard Dean speak from his spot near Sam.

"And how can we trust her?" venom leaked from the old man's words.

"Fine." I sighed, "Let's make a deal." I smiled at them.

"For what our souls, you might as well kill us now then." sam sounded angry

"No of course not. I'm a demon there for I have to keep the deals I make, I let you escape if you shoot me, not dead but in the shoulder."

"Why?"

"I don't want to hurt you guys, so I need to make it seem like you escaped on your own without my help."

"And you thought I wouldn't notice?" I heard crowly say from behind me.

"I'm not going to hurt them." I looked at him.

"No you were always too sensitive, it's the human in you." I threw the colt at Dee.

"And it what has kept me alive." I smile at him.

"It's what's going to kill you,"

"But you haven't killed me, I think that's your human side." he stepped in front of me.

"You better choose your next words very wisely," he advised

"If you wanted to kill you would have by know, face it. you care for me a little bit." he snapped his fingers and I was back in hell. in my room, well more like a holding cell.

"Argue with Crowley again?" a demon asked me from outside from my cell.

"Mmhmm." I slumped on the floor in the corner of the small cement room. just hoping that my brothers would come and save me this time.

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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I would for sure read a continuation of the birth photographer fic if you feel comfortable writing it/have time! Xx

a/n sorry I kinda combined these two together, I hope this is okay!! sorry ive taken so long too!! my requests are still open, just going a bit slowly :)

summary: literally just birth + harry

dad!tom x reader

warnings: childbirth, mentions of fainting, squint for suggestiveness too

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“Your doing so good darling, just keep breathin’ like that for me, in-out-in-out”

That had pretty much been the soundtrack to your last 3 hours. And yes it was MORE annoying than it sounds. Of course, that’s also ignoring the insane amount of pain your uterus was putting you through - as it spasmed while the little bug in there was wriggling away. Giving birth was not easy but giving birth with a husband-turned-midwife wittering away in your ear? Un-fucking-bearable.

“Tom…. I love you but..” Everything had really been starting to ramp up in the last half an hour, you were a panting sweaty mess now. “Please… SHUT THE FUCK UP” Tom would’ve recoiled completely away from the bed because of your tone, if it wasn’t for the absolute death grip you had his right hand in. Instead, Tom settled for straightening straight up and staring helplessly and dejectedly across the room at his brother - who of course was trying to hold back laughter, knowing it would be very easy for you to switch your target to him.

Clearly it wasn’t a social call to the hospital, Harry was here under the premise of taking photos when the baby arrives for Tom; but really to stop his brother from having his own breakdown - as commissioned by you. Lets just say, however scared and mortified Harry was of this ‘event’ he was taking a lot of enjoyment from how his brother was acting currently.

“It’s okay sir, if you were pushing a watermelon out of hole that normally was the size of a whiteboard marker, I’m sure you’d be a bit tetchy too.” That lady was your favourite midwife and in a lull between the sets of contractions, you actually managed a laugh. Wide-eyed, Tom just nodded jerkily, murmuring some sort of agreement. It was at this point a flash of light reverberated around the whole room, causing you to breathlessly laugh, Harry’s face informing you the picture he just got of Tom was priceless.

The laughter didn’t last long though, the next contraction had you bearing down on the bed, face contorted in pain as you sucked desperately on the gas and air tube.

“Okay Y/n I think we might be getting there, let me call the senior midwifes in okay?” The midwife had your legs hiked apart, a blanket attempting to cover your modesty - but at this point she was basically sticking her face in your noon. Modesty was out the window.

“Already?” Tom was shocked to say the least, from all his reading and research he’d learnt that the average labour time was more like 5 hours. Lets just say, Tom never exceled in school, never much enjoyed reading - which made the hours of highlighting baby books and pregnancy leaflets all the more extraordinary.

“Babies don’t stick to the script sir.” You could tell she was proud of the pun there, because you know, Tom’s a moviestar. “Professional improvisers, the lot of them.”

The cream walls of the hospital room very quickly filled with more and more people - Harry staying like a fly on the wall, now nervously biting his nails as he watched an obscene amount of medical people all take their turn oggling his sister-in-law’s bits. This was a weird ass situation.

Almost immediately it was at the point the midwifes were telling you to push, which after 9 months of holding a baby in (as well as your ill functioning bladder) sounded like an absolute dream. But it was also absolutely terrifying and exciting and horrifying all wrapped in one. Naturally then, after nodding hesitantly at the midwife between your legs, you’d craned your neck across to tom .You might’ve just told him off, for trying to encourage you, but now? You needed his encouragement.

What met you though, was his face completely drained of colour, mouth hanging slightly open as he hadn’t moved - still staring intently at the midwife. She followed your gaze, only taking half a second to survey the situation before knowingly smiling.

“Can we get a bit of help for dad please?” Immediately one of the more junior looking midwives was directing (pushing) Tom into the chair next to the floor. Suddenly actually concerned, you looked with wide eyes to the lady between your legs, who you felt bad for not remembering her name. With a comforting squeeze of your ankle she reassured you he’d be right as rain after a few moments of having his head between his knees. Also sensing you needed your support, she arched up, beckoning over to Harry who had an equally bemused look on his face.

“No - I-um I’m not.” His squeaking protests were interrupted by a large scream on your part, as another contraction tore through your body. Helplessly Harry glanced between Tom, who was still hunched over on a chair with a nurse squatted infront of him; and you, writhing around on the mechanical bed. He didn’t hesitate then, in jumping right to your side, allowing you to start crushing all the bones in his hand too.

And then it was all happening, a blur of activity and screams. It didnt take long for Tom to pull himself together and then you were flanked on both sides by Holland boys - both giving cheesy encouraging words (which you would’ve again told them to shut the fuck up for, if you’d been able to), Tom also stroking the top of your head. He found it pretty impossible, watching the woman that he loved go through such immense pain - especially when he was technically half the cause. Well… actually more that that, it had been him who had been… well shall we say *needy* those nine months ago.

“Okay Y/n the heads crowning, I know you’re tired but we need a few more big pushes, can you do that for me?”

Merely 5 minutes later and the most beautiful sound in the world echoed through the 4 creams walls. You were absolutely spent, eyes closed as you panted, knowing tears were flooding down your face too. Immediately though, familiar hands cupped both sides of your face, a forehead resting on yours.

“You did it Y/n/n.” His eyes were glassy, watering and red and the way he scoffed a smile in disbelief had you mirroring him exactly.

“We did it.” Your voice was hoarse and scratchy from all the yells of pain but it didnt matter. The midwife calling you by the name ‘mum and dad’ got both of your attention, a title you’d no doubt start getting used to.

“Meet your beautiful baby girl.” Another choked sob escaped your throat, as this little roughly wrapped up pink alien looking thing was placed onto your chest. Both you and Tom just gazed at her, completely transfixed at the way she wriggled her head slightly, nuzzling into your chest. Tom gently hovered his palm against her little head, while you pressed down the blanket gently, just so you could see all her features.

Then a flash echoed around the otherwise silent room, making you all look up to Harry who was gritting his teeth in apology. “Do mum and dad want to smile for the camera?” The question was posed so hesitantly and quietly, really it wasn’t funny either. That didn’t stop you and Tom both pulling out the biggest grins and chuckling away, allowing Harry to capture the perfect moment. Being referred to as mum and dad - it was bloody comical.

“You gonna tell me her name now?” You looked from Harry to Tom, nodding in approval for him to spill the beans.

“Amber. She’s Amber.”

You’d squabbled for months before ending on Amber. It had been a long relentless process, Tom claiming that your baby might just have ended up as ‘as yet untitled’ which you and your hormonal state had stormed out at. It hadn’t taken much to forgive it though, Tom had long since worked out that Ben and Jerrys was the way to your heart.

The nurses took Amber back to do some tests, properly cleaning both you and her up and after that everything was weirdly calm. Harry had left to give the twothree of you a moment alone and Tom was about to do his turn of skin to skin.

“This really is it isn’t it?” He murmured, whilst carefully scooping Amber from your arms.

“Mhmmm… your stuck with two girls who’ll go psycho on you without a moments notice.” He seemed to accept it though, just nodding in response.

“And I still can’t bloody wait.” His eyes penetrating deep into you, had you blushing like a nervous teenage girl. “ ‘m still so proud of you, you grew this little human.”

“Your not allowed to call her little because you didnt have the ‘little’ thing rip your insides apart.”

“Hey! I’m upset about it too! Was like I had to watch my favourite pub being burnt down.” Of course, trust Tom to make a dirty joke at a time like this.

“Don’t kid yourself, you weren’t watching, too busy fainting.”

“I didn’t actually faint!” This time he protested a bit too loudly, causing Amber to mewl a little and bury her head into the crook of her Dads arm. “I think Ambers just told you to shut it too.”

“You annoy the hell out of…” Your grumbling was interrupted by an impressive, ear-splitting yawn. “ You annoy the hell out of me.”

“But you love me?” He sing-songed, now back to a hushed tone.

“I hope so, otherwise we’re in a bit of trouble.” He scoffed, but nodded his head, taking the hand that wasn’t cradling Amber to tuck some sweaty, knotted strands of hair behind your ear.

“I do owe Harry though, he was at least able to stay on his feet.”

“He was a better birthing partner than you too, much much less condescending and annoying.” You sniggered, making Tom pout once again, only wiping the look off his face when you yawned again, rubbing an your eye like a toddler would.

“If your done insulting me… get some rest love, I got you.” All you did was nod, with a small groan (because below your waist still hurt like a bitch) rolled over so you could fall asleep to sight of the two of them.

“Got you both, my two beautiful girls.”

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man up. [m] | pt. 1

h. jisung x reader | netflix teen rom-com au

— ❝Even with classes, annoying brothers, and an unrequited crush, you still figured your first year of college was going pretty well. Until you managed to get your first boyfriend, and suddenly your brother and his stupidly attractive best friend were attached to your hip for the whole damn ride.

or alternatively;

Why did Jisung care about you so much, and had his eyes always been that pretty?❞

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

CONTAINS: brothers best friend au, teen rom-com au, sorta crack fic, love triangle au, college au

WARNING: language, eventual smut, minho is a little bitch

A/N: I pulled little tropes from pretty much every Netflix teen rom-com so if you see those little allusions then that’s why,, also I hope you all don’t mind that I made this into a series!

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CHAPTERS: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 +

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Your eyes blurred over the words that were held out in front of you, every page harder to remember than the last.

It was your fault you were in the library studying during lunch period. You were the one that decided to procrastinate after all. But you also had no idea what was going to be on the exam in your statistics class. How could you start studying when you had no idea what you were meant to be studying? At least, that was your genius excuse for not touching your statistics book all week.

Resting your head on your hand, your eyes briefly wandered off of your book and directly up into a pair of pretty brown ones. They were already looking at you; gaze intense and flirty. It had you quickly looking back down at your book on instinct, this time without the intention of actually reading anything.

No way.

The boy sitting directly across from you was cute—no doubt about that. It was hard to disregard just how pretty he was with his classic big brown eyes and flat brown hair. At least, you couldn’t ignore him when he was clearly looking at you. Peeking up to make sure you weren’t seeing things, you caught his gaze again. And as his lip quirked up, you knew it wasn’t just a coincidence—he was deliberately looking at you. A childish giddiness flooded your stomach at the realization.

He smiled at you; charming and sweet.

“Do you know anything about political science?”

It took you a second to process what he asked, but you eventually shook your head with a smile. “D’you know anything about the statistics exam next Wednesday?”

He shrugged playfully. “Not a clue.”

“Well, it looks like we’re in the same boat then.”

“Utterly screwed by the school system?”

Snorting loudly, you instantly received an unhappy glare from the librarian and a followed up hush. An apology was on the tip of your tongue, but with the newfound fear of making another noise, you opted to send her a timid wave. Neither you nor the cute stranger moved until she returned to her book. But then he was slinking over and taking the seat beside you.

You could’ve squealed—imagine being such a teenage girl that you were so ecstatic to sit next to a cute guy. You were practically bouncing in your seat.

“At least I know that there’s someone else who can understand my worries,” he whispered, turning in his chair to face you completely.

You scoffed, eyeing the librarian for a moment before blinking back at the boy in front of you.

“Yeah right. You could ask the entire student body and they would all reply in one collective groan.”

“You’re not wrong there.” He hummed. “Thanks for not making me feel like a complete loser for procrastinating.”

“Oh, you’re still a loser for procrastinating,” you said, attempting to hold back your smile as he looked at you with a raised brow. “You’re just not the only one now.”

He made a playful noise of anguish, nodding his head with a silent laugh. “Ouch. That hurts coming from a mystery girl.”

You shrugged coyly, letting him take that as your answer before you leaned back against your palm.

“Maybe,” he paused for a moment, glancing around to the occupied librarian and continuing, “After classes, we could go out for coffee. Y’know—to get better acquainted. Unless you wanted me to keep calling you ‘mystery girl’.”

You pretended to weigh your options in your head, eyes flicking up towards the ceiling and an uncontrollable smile slipping onto your lips.

You were getting asked out. And every possible thing was going right; he was cute, he was witty, there was a connection, there were no interruptions—

“Are you free at six?”

Your mouth opened to reply a quick “yes”, but suddenly there were a set of hands landing firmly on your shoulders and you could feel the familiar brush of soft hair against your cheek.

“No sir, she is not free.”

The subtly stern voice of your brother replied, and the color of the stranger's face in front of you went pale as his eyes darted between you and the intruder beside you. “But thanks for asking.”

“Sorry, Minho—man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. I swear.” Came the panicked reply.

You winced, expression going sour as the apologies flew out of the boy’s mouth at a rapid pace.

“Sister.” Minho corrected, a sickeningly sweet smile plastered on his face that read disaster.

And then after a few more unsettling glares and passive-aggressive comments from your older brother, the guy was gone, his head lowered to his chest. You had seen worse. There had been many more that happened to end in bruises and a visit from campus security, so a little humiliation wasn’t so terrible.

But fucking hell—there goes another one.

“You need to stop doing that,” you said, swiping all your books into your bag as your brother watched the poor soul leave the library with satisfaction.

Minho scoffed. “What? Weeding out the losers that run at a little sign of conflict?” He tisked patronizingly. “Do you really want to be in a relationship with someone who pisses themselves because your brother was being a little protective? I’m not going to be here forever, and who will be the one to watch out for you then? Certainly not Mr. Are-You-Free-At-Six.”

A heavy sigh left your lips. You had heard his speech before and you had been infuriated. But after years of the same response and lecture, you grew numb to the feeling of anger towards your brother.

“Who said I even needed protecting?”

“Me. I’m your big brother, I know what’s best for you.” He replied curtly, grabbing your bag from your shoulder and slinging it over his own.

You scowled, following him as he charmingly waved at the librarian on your way out. She chuckled under her breath and fluttered her fingers towards Minho, absolutely no intention of even glancing at you. Minho was a very likable person. He had always been able to use his endless pool of charisma to get on anyone’s good side, and that had opened up many opportunities for him.

Unfortunately, your brother had many sides to him, and one of them had manifested from his obsessive need to keep you away from any and all possible danger in life. That part of him was what had every guy running for the hills.

You were a freshman in college, and every relationship you had was ruined, courtesy of your older brother.

The two of you merged into the crowded halls filled with unrushed university students, several people greeting Minho with friendly gestures that you couldn’t keep up with. It was as if no one even saw you—you supposed that was also Minho’s fault.

“I have class now,” you huffed, tugging your bag from his shoulder and nearly making him stumble into a wall. “Okay? Am I allowed to continue my education, oh great brother of mine?”

Minho made a mocking face in your direction. “Haha. Very funny, young lady. Now don’t go seducing any more good-for-nothing’s while I’m gone. Got it?”

“I’m going to kill you one of these days.”

Minho snorted, spinning on his heel towards the direction of his own class.

“And I’ll be waiting with open arms, little sister!”

“Eat shit, Minho!”

With a visible bounce in his step he disappeared behind the corner, supposedly heading to his next class, but you knew it was just a matter of time before he would get sidetracked and distracted along the way. He was always excited to see you around campus, seeing you—his baby sister—just made his day better.

Generally, you found yourself smiling after a good interaction with your brother, but then he would go and pull the ‘protective brother’ card and suddenly you had the urge to rip his throat out. Minho knew you were growing up and pretty soon his intrusions wouldn’t be seen as just a nuisance, and they would turn into more of an invasion of your personal life. But you could see how much that realization hurt him, so you held back.

You settled into your seat as one of the first people in the lecture hall, watching as your professor rubbed his eyes and set up the slides for the class.

On your second day of class, your professor had snapped at one of the students for being late for his lecture, and it scared the shit out of you. The next day he apologized and used the excuse of being hungover and hungry, and it opened your eyes to the fact that you weren’t in high school anymore. You were surrounded by adults—careless and irresponsible adults, granted, but they were old enough to understand your professor’s woes.

Still, you would never find yourself arriving late, just in case you caught him on one of his bad days.

“Y/n,”

The cheery voice startled you out of your stupor.

“Good morning, my darling.”

Your eyes rolled back, though a smile still grew on your face. A fleeting thought ran through your head, you shouldn’t have been surprised, he did it every morning. You offered him a sparing glance as he stepped up to your seat, falling back into the uncomfortable chair beside you.

“Hi, Jisung,” you chuckled as his arm swung around your shoulders.

You decided to ignore the way the cut of his sleeves allowed you to get a glimpse of the muscle that was starting to form.

Han Jisung was your brother’s best friend, an annoying loud-mouth who was in too many of your classes for it to be a coincidence. He had been by Minho’s side for most of his life, and therefore, most of yours. And he flirted with you for as long as you could remember.

Just as the majority of the students started to flood the hall, Jisung pulled an apple out of his bag, holding it out for you to take.

“I noticed that you hadn’t gone to lunch with Felix today, and I figured since you’re looking berry cute today—” He grabbed your hand, placing the fruit into your palm. “Sorry. I didn't have any lines for apples.”

And the pickup lines—the many, many pickup lines.

“Really? Nothing?” You asked.

His head shook, eyes coy.

You aided him, shaking the apple in front of his face, “You’re the apple of my eye?”

“Ah…” He nodded in realization, seemingly bummed for not thinking of that one before. But then suddenly a smirk flickered over his features and he was pinching your cheek, “I knew you were in love with me.”

You turned away from his grabbing hand, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes. His talent was finding a way to flirt with you, and at times you had wondered how he was so good at it.

Practice made perfect, you guessed.

You smiled. “Uh-huh.”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he was in love with you—

“Hyunae told me to start eating more fruit, so she threw the apple into my bag when I wasn’t looking.”

—but Han Jisung had a girlfriend, and she was so much more than you could ever be.

Not that you cared at all.

“So you two are doing well?” You asked, feigning interest as you reached into your bag and pulled out your laptop. Maybe if you were stealthy enough you would be able to sneak in some studying while your professor went on about how traffic signs affected climate change—or whatever it was that he was talking about that week.

No wonder why you had no idea what you were doing.

Jisung hummed, leaning back in his seat. “Yeah. She’s still bossy, but that’s just Hyunae.”

“I heard she got into quite the discussion with Hyunjin this morning.”

You were swinging pretty low, but you weren’t the biggest fan of Hyunae to begin with, so there was a small part of you that enjoyed picking at the scabs she left behind.

Okay, there was a pretty big part of you.

“Don’t remind me,” he grunted. “One day their fights will end with murder. And it’ll be me who is found dead.”

“Next time they get into an argument just slip away and let campus security deal with the mess. Let the bitches be bitches.”

Your suggestion was in the form of a joke, but really, you meant every word.

Hyunae easily rivaled Hyunjin’s bitchiness, and in your group of friends, that statement had weight to it. Not just anyone could argue with Hyunjin and step away unscathed, but she managed to do so just about every day. You would’ve been impressed had she ever shown you any kindness, but she hated you from day one. You were only returning the favor by rooting for Hyunjin until he somehow figured out how to kill someone with his words.

He had come close before, so you kept your fingers crossed.

“Well that bitch is a goddess in bed,” Jisung snickered, his voice just loud enough for you to hear. “And frankly it’s hot when someone’s bossy during sex—”

“Are we talking about Hyunae or Hyunjin now?”

Jisung laughed sarcastically, throwing a sneer your way. “Bravo. You want a medal for the joke of the year?”

“Nah, I have plenty of better jokes that imply that you like boys.” You absentmindedly glanced back towards your professor as he began the lecture, his voice as uninterested as your gaze. “Though I have yet to make one about your secret relationship with my brother.”

Jisung nodded with fake enthusiasm and said, “That’s nice but I’m not listening to you anymore.”

“The girls on campus would pay big bucks for that sex tape.”

“Shut up before I throw up on you.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you didn’t like me.” You pouted half-assed, typing notes that you would never use solely because their only purpose was to make it seem like you cared. Though by the look of it, the professor probably gave less of a shit than you anyway.

Jisung’s teasing and inappropriate comments hardly bothered you anymore, especially since you knew how to counter them with your own.

“I don’t even know why I’m here,” he mused, though you both knew the reason why he was taking the class was because he needed the credits and the teacher didn’t care if you botched all of your tests as long as the final was double-spaced and had your name at the top.

“Because I’m your favorite.” You whispered, lifting your pointer finger to your lips. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell Minho.”

“As if. Get your head out of your ass.”

“Duly noted.”

You loved Jisung.

You loved him in the same way you loved your brother; you didn’t want to love him, but for whatever twisted reason, the universe made it so. Too bad you didn’t think of Jisung as a brother—the game of life was cruel that way. It sucked that he was such a good… everything. Han Jisung was a good friend, a good boyfriend, and annoyingly one of the best people you had ever met.

Not that you would ever admit that to him and risk his head inflating to the size of Felix’s stuffed animal collection.

Dammit, you really didn’t want to love that moron.

Maybe you could get away with being in like with him instead.

“Y/n!”

Your head swiveled, just barely catching a flash of ridiculous purple hair before a hold on your wrist was stopping you mid-stride.

“Owie,” was what came out of your mouth, your gaze set into a glare at your aggressor.

Though, Felix wasn’t fazed by your scowl. He was too excited—or pissed, it was hard to tell—about whatever he wanted to tell you. But knowing him, his news probably had something to do with the meme he posted on Twitter that morning—you did see it, and no, you weren’t very impressed. You expected better than the overused picture of the woman yelling at that cat at the dinner table. Caption be damned, that meme wasn’t even good anymore.

Felix was followed by his shorter but considerably stronger lackey. Without even looking at him you already knew Changbin’s biceps were popping under the black shirt he wore, the whole aesthetic making him look way more intimidating than he was.

“Where were you?” Felix asked, smacking your arm hard enough to gain your attention. “You didn’t meet us for lunch.”

“Maybe because I don’t appreciate your abuse.”

“Haha. Seriously,” he griped, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why’d you ditch me?”

You had been friends with Felix for who knows how long, but you would never get used to how needy the boy was. You and your brother sure grabbed a couple of good ones.

“I had to study.” You admitted with a huff, though you already knew your excuse wouldn’t be enough for Felix.

“Okay, one—you never do that.” He countered before flashing you a look. “And two—liar.”

You set your gaze on Changbin for some support, but the boy simply avoided your eyes as his way of saying “you’re on your own here”.

You turned back to Felix with a groan. Changbin never helped you ever, the bastard.

“Lix I have a dumb test in statistics next week and for whatever reason, all I can remember right now is that the SREB3 gene in zebrafish can cure cancer or something.”

“That has nothing to do with statistics—”

“And is also very wrong. Are you even paying attention in biology?” Changbin asked, his face scrunched up in a mix of confusion and disgust.

You motioned to Changbin to prove your point. “Hence the reason why I was in the library.”

Felix suddenly tilted his head back and did that thing where he looked like he was trying to convince himself that living was worth it.

He sighed. “Okay, I’m calling Seungmin—”

At his words, you all but shrieked, a hand swatting Felix’s shoulder instinctively.

Seungmin was a friend of Hyunjin’s, which indirectly made him a friend of yours. But the relationship between the two of you could only be classified as rocky considering he felt the need to tell you just how much he wanted to, and you quote, “throw a rock at your head”. Ironically enough, the feeling was mutual.

But you would never say that to his face because that would most likely lead him to complete the task.

“You promised to never do that to me again!” You cried, throwing yourself against Felix’s boney shoulder.

This time was Felix’s turn to look at Changbin and search for help, but he was met with the same passive reaction as you had received. Honestly, you didn’t know why anyone tried anymore.

“He’s not that bad, Y/n.”

You gaped, disbelieving of your friend’s words. “You can’t be serious. He’s the devil! He preys on the weak, and then spits out their bones, Felix.”

“He tutored you once and you got a ninety-eight on your exam.”

“After hours of torture and anguish.”

Felix gave you an unsympathetic look before plucking his phone from Changbin’s back pocket, “I’m calling him.”

With a glare, you folded your arms over your chest. “Remember this moment the next time you ask me to revise your Tinder bio.”

“Joke’s on you. Changbin gives better advice and he doesn’t laugh at me.”

You snorted despite yourself.

But before Felix could lift the phone to his ear, Changbin’s began to ring obnoxiously in his pocket, and you were ready to bow and praise whichever deity in the sky that decided to bless you with such luck.

And like a child, you stuck out your tongue.

“What’s up?” Changbin hummed, turning away from the two of you. “Did you get all of your stuff in the apartment yet…?”

Changbin and Minho were roommates and had been since Changbin was a freshman. The two worked well together in the sense that they were both loud as hell and could (and hopefully never will) sleep through a stampede of elephants in their living room.

Felix slipped his phone into his pocket, unabashedly listening to the conversation just as you were.

“They must’ve finally found someone interested in moving in.”

They had always talked about renting with someone else, but along with being the worst people to live with, the duo was picky as hell. Pigs would fly and snowballs would be living in hell the moment they let someone else move in with them.

“Okay, but is Minho going to let you turn the office into a recording room?”

You froze, a remark on the tip of your tongue.

Changbin was talking on the phone about recording—an activity that you knew for a fact that only two people in your life had ever taken part in—and moving into Minho and Changbin’s shared apartment.

Now, you weren’t the brightest crayon in the box but connecting all the dots wasn’t too difficult.

“Are you crazy?”

Not only was the idea of Jisung moving into Minho’s apartment a terrible one, but it would also compromise the only place you could relax in peace. Your dorm was hell (for reasons you didn’t want to relive) and you weren’t allowed anywhere near the boys' dorm. You were currently on the RA’s shit-list ever since the misunderstanding that went down last semester—

Bad timing for a room check one night when you, Felix, and Hyunjin were in a compromising position.

If Jisung moved in with Minho, you would then be spending more time with him, and all the hard work you spent on keeping your distance would’ve been for nothing. You’d probably see his monster of a girlfriend around regularly as well, and you didn’t want to witness any of that in your lifetime.

Time to welcome the snowballs to hell, because that was where you were headed.

Hoisting your bag over your shoulder, you positioned yourself to run.

“Lix, I’m sorry but I have to go beat some sense into my brother! Maybe we can talk to Seungmin on a day when I feel like dying from blunt force trauma.”

You didn’t bother to wait for the yelling as you took off through the quad.

The wind slapped you in the face the moment you were away from the cover of the university buildings, and you were suddenly second-guessing the escapade. Though, you simply chalked your reluctance up to laziness and continued forward. Minho’s apartment wasn’t far from the university, and after his little stunt in the library, you were looking forward to kicking his ass in the privacy of his home.

You pulled your spare key from your bag as you finally approached the complex, eager to get away from the nipping wind. Because fuck you for wearing a t-shirt in forty-degree weather.

Pushing the door open, you threw your bag inside recklessly, “Minho, you flat-faced asshole. You tell me right now that Jisung isn’t your new—”

But you screeched to a stop as your eyes locked onto someone who definitely wasn’t Minho.

“Roommate.”

You swallowed.

A man with perfectly styled black hair and no sleeves on his shirt sat on your brother's couch, a pair of thick headphones covering his ears and a laptop resting on his thick thighs. His eyes darted up to meet your gaze as the door closed behind you, and a single brow raised as you stood in front him in a stupor.

“Hello,” he pulled his headphones down to hang around his neck, cocking his head in amusement. “I am neither Minho nor Jisung, and I really hope I’m not a flat-faced asshole. Can I help you?”

You floundered for a second, mouth open. “I mean—I was looking for my brother. Changbin was on the phone with their new roommate, and I just assumed…”

“You thought that Jisung was his new roommate?” He snickered, carefully placing his labeled laptop onto the couch and lifting to his feet.

You were tempted to hang your head in shame and leave with your confidence shattered. But his attractive gaze was enough to convince you to stay put.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Well,” the stranger’s expression softened, his hand reaching forward. “I’m Chan. Your brother’s new roommate.”

You gave his hand a quick glance before taking it.

“I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you.”

New roommate: not as terrible as you expected it to be.

The more you looked at him, the more you wanted to tell him how beautiful he was. Though you would have to be delusional to actually admit that out loud to a complete stranger, it was surprisingly tempting.

And… you were still holding his hand.

“Oh, uh—sorry.”

Releasing his grip, you laughed awkwardly, feeling the heat rise up your face and engulf your ears.

Damn your brother and his affinity for making friends with every gorgeous person that crossed his path. He was going to kill you eventually, between his protectiveness that shattered your social life and all his model-like friends that continued to claw their way into your heart.

A pleasant beat of silence passed between the two of you while you both took a second to consider each other. Chan wasn’t your conventionally beautiful person like Hyunjin, nor was he completely rough around the edges like Changbin. His hair was a bit wild, possibly due to the lack of product, but it was combed through and hung around his eyes nicely. A stark contrast from the gelled and styled boy you had been infatuated with.

Your eyes fell onto the coffee table between you, neck growing warm as you realized your thoughts had drifted back to Jisung, even with such an attractive stranger standing right in front of you.

You shut your eyes, stilling yourself as you took in a deep breath.

“So…” you drawled, avoiding his amused gaze. “Recording, huh?”

That settled it, you were an idiot.

Chan snorted out loud, finding your innocent question cute.

“I’m a producer.” Chan supplied, shifting closer to you in order to lean against the couch. “I haven’t been able to record my own songs for a while though. That’s why I’ve been trying to convince Minho to let me turn his office into a recording room. I have all the soundproof padding and everything, all I need is to guilt-trip him into letting me put it up.”

You nodded in understanding, glancing over towards the not so office that Minho was currently using as a storage room.

If anyone was ever surprised by the number of bundles he had in his room, they would drop dead at the sight of what was behind that door.

It was bundle hell.

Your voice rang out, “That would probably take you all day on your own. It’s pretty disastrous in there.”

“Is there an implication there?” He snarked, mock question in his voice.

“I help you clean, and you show me what you have on that little laptop of yours.”

Chan hummed, his eyes tracing over you and then over to his precious laptop resting off to the side. He had always been cautious about showing people his music, there were too many outcomes that he didn’t like thinking about. But you were looking at him with this excited little grin and he was finding it hard to say no.

You were dangerous.

“I can get behind that deal,” Chan concluded.

“Great,” you chirped without a second of hesitation. “Let’s go.”

But Chan’s strong grip stopped you as you attempted to pass and you couldn’t help but focus your eyes on the veins that ran up his bare arms.

His eyebrow raised, amused. “We’re just going to barge in there and start cleaning?”

“Would you rather wait for the bundles to gain consciousness and invite us in?”

Chan couldn’t help but bark a laugh at your sarcasm. “Of course not. I just wanted to ask for Minho’s permission first—”

You paused him with the raise of your hand, “There’s one thing you will learn about my brother; he never says yes.”

Sensing a seriousness behind your tone, Chan nodded, suddenly open to all of your suggestions.

“Lead the way then.” Chan encouraged, gesturing forward and releasing your arm.

“My pleasure.”

But just as you were about to reach for the handle of the spare room, you remembered something—

The fact that you were a (stupid and unemployed) college student currently paying for a failing test grade in her statistics class.

You cursed under your breath, pausing in your stride long enough to prompt Chan’s questioning gaze, and damn it, it was adorable the way he cocked his head to the side.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

Your face twisted in thought, “Probably…”

“And…?”

You cleared your throat, finally pulling your eyes away from the chipping white paint of the door.

“Do you perhaps know anything about statistics?”

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She burns like rum on a fire

Why did I do this to myself ughhhhh?

So @adoravel-fenomeno and I were talking about Kit potentially getting into an abusive relationship given that he's statistically likely too given his roots. So now I give you this fic! Sorry. Kit is using he/him in this fic because he hasn't really gone on his gender quest yet.

The title is from Cherry Wine by Hozier. I reccomend you listen to Cherry Wine and Trauma by NF while reading this.

Cw: Mentions of physical and verbal abuse, abusive, controlling behavior, negative self talk and extreme denial. Also brief mention of blood.

2013

Don't cry.

Don't cry Kit told himself over and over inside his head as he tried to get a hold of his breathing. As he lay on his bed at 2 in the morning, desperately refreshing his conversation with Autumn.

Autumn or as his best friend Janessa liked to call her "the virus" was Kit's girlfriend. His very first. A mundane with the sight. They had been dating for a few months now. When they had first gotten together everything was amazing, it so it seemed.

They had some much in common and they had fun together. Autumn was hot, funny and charasmatic. She had this way of making him feel like the only person in the room. She showered him with gifts and complements that made Kit finally feel worthy for the first time in his life.

But as time went on things shifted. Autumn insisted on spending almost ever waking second with him. Kit didn't mind at first, he loved hanging out with her. But he missed his parents and his sister, and he knew they missed him too. Whenever they had family movie night, or they wanted Kit to watch Mina, Autumn threw a fit. She insisted that he was ignoring her.

She didn't want him seeing Janessa either, or Nessie as Kit called her for short. Autumn always insisted that she was plotting to steal Kit away from her, which was ridiculous but nothing could change Autumn's mind when she was in a mood. So Kit had found himself blowing Nessie off to hang out with Autumn and making excuses for it.

Kit always felt super guilty for making Autumn so upset. He tried to get out of his agreements if it to stop her from crying but sometimes Tessa and Jem wouldn't let him. It was frustrating when they didn't understand. She would rage for awhile, calling Kit stupid and worthless. Sometimes she would make comments about him being adopted, telling him that Tessa and Jem didn't really love him and they only saw him as a free babysitter for their real child.

She would make jokes about all kinds of things. How Kit wasn't a real shadowhunter, his weight, his past, his bisexuality, his ADHD. Kit knew that Autimn didn't really mean anything by it. It was nothing personal and she didn't really mean it. She loved him. And he loved her.

Tonight had been different though. His grades had taken a turn for the worst because he had been blowing of the tutoring sessions the school had payed for as a part of his accommodations. Because he had been spending that time with Autumn. Kit knew it was a bad idea to miss those, but his girlfriend needed him. She didn't have anybody else. She couldn't count on her parents like he could, and she didn't really have any friends.

But Kit was in big trouble. Tessa and Jem were mad. The school was mad. People were saying that Kit was ungrateful.

Ah yes because every disabled person should just bend down and kiss the feet of every person that deigns to give them what they're legally entitled to.

But Kit knew that he had really screwed up this time. He tried to explain to Autumn that he couldn't see her as often as he used to anymore because he needed to fix his grades. And she absolutely lost it. Which he had been expecting.

However what Kit hadn't been expecting this time was for her to hit him.

And she hit him hard. Punched him straight in the nose. And sure it wasn't that big of a deal. Kit was a shadowhunter and he was pretty much used to being hit. But he hadn't been expecting it.

And there was just so much blood.

Autumn of course instantly apologized profusely. She kissed him over and over and told him that she loved him and she didn't mean to. And Kit knew she was telling the truth but-

But he still felt a sinking feeling in his chest that he couldn't explain.

But Kit had applied an iratze, wiped off the blood, and now everything was as good as new. When he had arrived back home, his parents had noticed anything or asked him any questions.

Now he was lying awake at 2 in the morning, filled with guilt and worry as he waited for Autumn to text him back. He gnawed on his bottom lip anxiously as he tried not to over think things.

Maybe she was still mad at him? Was there something else Kit was supposed to say or do? Or maybe he should just leave her alone for awhile?

It was maddening.

Kit turned off his phone and threw it down in frustration, pulling his giant red and black flannel over his shoulders and curling in on himself. He felt strangely exhausted, but unable to sleep. His nose and left eye socket still throbbed a little despite the fact that they should be healed.

Kit thought about using another iratze but his steele was across the room and he couldn't bring himself to stand up to go get it.

God he really was pathetic. Maybe he deserved this. Tears welled up in Kit's eyes.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

This time Kit couldn't hold it back. So he let himself cry. Tears came streaming down his cheeks as he tried to muffle his sobs with his hand. Deep down he knew it was his fault. It was always his fault.

But with Autumn he had really tried. Sure he wasn't perfect but Kit really cared about her. And it wasn't good enough. He wasn't good enough.

Kit couldn't help but think of the last time he felt like this. The last time he was rejected. He had been careful about trying to keep all thoughts of Ty Blackthorn out of his head for awhile. Autumn was a good distraction, even when she was screaming obscenities at him. It was still a distraction.

Kit closed his eyes and conjured the memory of holding Ty up on the roof. If he squeezed his eyes tightly enough, Kit could still feel the softness of his hoodie and the slight tickle of Ty's dark hair against his skin. He could conjure the smell of Ty's skin and the way he had trembled slightly against Kit's body.

I should have kissed him. Kit mused, hugging himself tightly. Just once. Even if Ty had pushed him away in disgust, it would have been worth it. Just to know what it felt like.

Suddenly from the bottom of the bed, Kit's phone lit up with a call. He scrambled to grab it, thinking it was Autumn, but it was actually Janessa. Kit cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound normal as he answered the phone.

"Why are you calling me at 2 am Nessie?"

"The better question is why are you still awake at 2 am," she pointed out, sounding smug. "I'm a vampire. Creature of the night remember? It's kinda prime time for me Kit Kat."

Kit smiled as he felt the previous angst wash away. "Yeah fair enough. But still, why are you calling me?"

Kit heard her sigh into the phone. "Well honestly because this is probably the only time you're free now a days," she said spitefully. "You know thanks to she-who-must-not-be-named." Kit rolled his eyes.

"That's my girlfriend you're talking about, Janessa!" He snapped.

"Well your girlfriend's a total bitch!"

Normally Kit would argue with her and tell her that she was way off base. That Autumn wasn't so bad and that she was trying. That she loved him. But today he just couldn't.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "We got into another fight tonight," he admitted. "Just a few hours ago actually."

"I'm sorry love," Janessa murmed. Nessie wasn't British. She was actually Canadian. But she had moved around the world with her previous band before settling in Devon and leaving them to go solo. She had picked up on some British expressions though.

"I wish you weren't going through this. But Kit, you gotta break up with her! She's bad news!"

Kit rested his face against the palm of his left hand. "I can't," he groaned.

Janessa let out a frustrated yell on the other end of the phone. "What the hell are you planning on doing Kit!? I mean are you just gonna wait into she hits you or what?" She spat.

"She already did," Kit responded instantly without missing a beat.

He gasped and slapped a hand to cover his mouth. Kit had no idea why he actually told her. Impulsivity maybe? Or maybe he just needed to get it out. But he instantly regretted it.

There was a long uncomfortable silence on the other end of the phone. Kit was just about to ask Janessa where she went when suddenly she spoke.

"I'm coming over."

Kit tried to protest but she hung up on him.

Before he had time to panic or scream or throw something, there was an aggressive tapping on his window. Of course. Janessa had vampire speed. He looked up to see Nessie perched on his windowsill looking solem.

Her long black curly hair was pulled into a high ponytail and she wore what by her standards was probably a casual outfit. A black long sleeved low cut crop top and white ripped skinny jeans tucked into thigh high heeled leather boots. And of course, she wore a full face of makeup. Even after the facial feminization surgery she was still a little insecure about going out without makeup on.

Nessie banged on his window again, more impatiently and Kit jumped up to let her in. She landed on his bedroom floor with the grace of a cat, making no sound. She stared at him silently with an expression that Kit found hard to decipher.

"Show me where," she whispered in that deep raspy voice of hers. She reached for his face and Kit let Janessa cradle his face with her hands and tried not to wince as her cold skin came into contact with his.

He shook his head. "No you won't see it, I put an iratze on it already. It's done." Janessa scoffed and stepped back.

"You know the damage isn't just skin deep Kit," she said pointedly. "No matter how much you want to pretend it is."

He glared at her. "Wow that's so insightful Nessie!," he said sarcastically. "What else you got?"

"Oh come on Kit you know I'm right," She hissed. "You have to end it!"

Kit shook his head. Why does she keep saying that?

"No. Why should I?" Kit retorted. "She loves me." He tried to sound as confident as he could, but truthfully he wasn't so sure anymore.

Autumn had gone above and beyond to make Kit feel loved and appreciated yo the point where she was almost obsessive. But she could also be cruel and spiteful. Kit had convinced himself that he should be happy with what he had because it was as good as he was gonna get.

And the sad part was that was still true.

"No she doesn't," Janessa breathed desperately. To Kit's horror, it looked like she was about to cry. Kit couldn't remember if he had ever seen her cry. Not once.

"Somebody who really loved you could never hurt you like that!" She protested shakily, her voice warbled as tears spilled down her face.

Kit could feel his tears returning at the sight of Nessie crying. He rushed towards her and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck. In the comfort of his best friend's embeace he allowed himself to finally sob. He cried for that broken niave part of himself that kept getting hurt.

She rested her chin on the top of his head, (she was taller then him,) and held him close. "Please promise me you will break up with her," Janessa begged.

"I just don't get it," Kit whispered against her skin. "I did everything right. I did everything I could." He blinked back tears. "Why doesn't she love me Nessie?"

He felt her shake against him. "I don't know Kit," she sobbed. "But I love you ok? I love you and your parents love you, and Mina loves you so much!"

Kit sighed, pulling back to wipe his tears. "I know, but what if I, you know-. What if I never find someone? Like romantically?"

Janessa studied him, raising her eyebrow. "Well do you need to find someone? Who is this arbitrary someone who can give you something a friendship can't?"

That's actually a good point.

"I mean," Nessie continued, crossing her arms and shifting her weight. "If you do end up in a relationship then cool, it's whatever. But the way I see it is you shouldn't focus all of your energy on looking because you're gonna end up missing out on some pretty cool stuff in the mean time." She smiled.

Kit thought about it. He knew logically Janessa had a point. But he just couldn't feel it. He was too depressed and defeated. And as ashamed as it made him, Kit still missed Autumn. He tried to smile along with Nessie but it must have looked weak because she looked concerned.

"Hey," she cooed, reaching for him.

"Can you sing to me Nessie?" He asked. Kit felt a little pathetic but hopefully she wouldn't judge him.

She smiled lovingly at him. "Sure." Janessa took his hand and led him to his bed.

"Any requests?" She asked as she pulled off her boots and lay down on Kit's bed. He followed her, snuggling up against Nessie with his back to her.

"No not really," he murmered, closing his eyes. Kit was finally starting to feel how exhausted he really was.

Janessa wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, resting her head slightly against his shoulder. "Ok," she whispered very softly.

Kit heard her clear her throat softly before the sound of her breathy angelic alto filled his ears.

"I'm turning out the lights, to remember how to see. Till the renaissance takes place, Until a renaissance takes place, and resuscitates the color of paint and divinity."

Kit smiled sleepily at the sound of his enneagram song, something Janessa had introduced him to.

He yawned and let the sound of Nessie's voice lull him to sleep, putting all thoughts of Autumn behind him.

In my head Kit is like 5'4 and Janessa is 5'9. Originally I had her at 5'11 but I wanted her to be closer in height to Kit. Also did I name Kit's abusive girlfriend Autumn after my toxic controlling ex best friend? You bet I did!

Tag list: (you know the deal) @playwithravenclaw @lavender-scented-rat @jazzkaurtheglorious @waterlillies @nott-the-best @stxr-thxif @magnus-the-fabulous-entp-bane @foxglove-airmid @littlx-songbxrd @clarys-heosphoros @queenlilith43 @arangiajoan @hardlymatters @the-wckd-powers @thomas-gaypanic-lightwood @adoravel-fenomeno

#tsc #tda #twp #the dark artifices #kit herondale #fae's oc #the wicked powers #janessa williams #platonic soulmates for the win

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