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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 179

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“Momma,” Ronan walks over to you with a flower in her hand, and you smile as you take it. “For you.”

“Well, thank you, baby.” you lean over and laugh when she tucks it behind your ear. “Where is your dad?”

Ronan shrugs before she rushes over and plays in the yard with Bleu. You’re supposed to be going on a walk, but John had something he needed to grab quickly, and he’s taking longer than expected.

After the Peter incident, it’s been…different around the house. John is just quiet and a little disengaged with things. It didn’t happen right away, but about a week after everything happened, John got really quiet. He got into his own head, which makes you worry. He’s been shutting himself in the basement more often than not, which means you and Ronan haven’t been spending as much time with him.

You take the flower out of your hair and set it on the table, then you open the patio door and stick your head in, “John, you still coming with us?”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” he calls from the office. “You two go without me.”

You frown a little, but you let him have his space, “Okay, well, we’ll be back in a bit then.”

Just as you go to shut the door, you see John poke his head around the corner, “I love you.”

“I love you too, John.” you smile softly, “We’ll be back in a bit.”

You watch as John goes back to the office and closes the door, and you try to keep yourself composed as you turn around to look down at Ronan.

“Daddy?”

“He’s busy, so it’s just us girls,” you say, praying she’ll be okay with it. “Is that okay?”

Ronan nods her head and holds up Bleu’s leash, so you take it and clip it to his collar. You lift up Ronan and put her into the stroller, then you fix her hat and make sure she’s bundled up. It’s not really that cold, but there’s a little nip in the air.

“Should we maybe go to the park?” you ask, and she nods. You lean down and kiss her cheek, “Alright, let’s go.”

Ronan is playing with some other kids at the park as you watch her, and she waves when she looks at you. You wave back at her and laugh when she giggles loudly. She truly can brighten any gloomy day. Even though it’s not really gloomy today, you feel gloomy. Whenever John isn’t feeling like himself, it hurts you. You just want him to be himself again, but you don’t want to push him. He’s allowed to process his emotions. It just sucks that he’s shutting you out.

“Hello, sister.” Tess says, leaning over the back of the bench you’re sitting on, “Watcha up to?”

You gesture to Ronan, “Just letting her get some energy out. How about you?”

“On a walk. It’s so nice,” Tess says, then she smiles as Jimmy chases Finn to the playground. She sits down next to you and rests her hands on her growing belly, “Where’s Wick?”

“He stayed home,” you say, watching Tess look at you from the corner of her eye.

She shifts a little on the bench to allow Jimmy to sit next to her, “He didn’t want to come with?”

“No, he’s…I don’t know,” you look down at your hands and shrug, “This past week or so, he’s been a little quiet. I know it’s not Helen, like an anniversary or anything, plus we talk about that stuff now. He’s open about it.”

“Think it’s Peter?” Jimmy asks, and you look at him. He inhales deeply and nods, “I worried he’d do this.”

You nod, “Me too.”

“Want me to talk to him?” he asks, and you look at him and shrug.

“It might be good for him to hear from someone else for a change.” you let out a stiff laugh, “I’m sure he’s sick of me.”

Tess shakes her head, “Don’t. This isn’t on you.”

“It’s just when he decides to shut down and shut people out, it’s so fucking lonely for those he shuts out, and I know he’s lonely too. Or maybe he’s not.” you whisper as you tear up, then you look at Jimmy, “Please talk to him.”

“I will,” he nods, reaching over for your hand, “I will.”

Tess smiles as she looks at you, “You up for some ice cream?”

Of course you were up for ice cream. You feel like shit and ice cream is obviously the answer. The idea of letting Ronan get energy out at the park ended up being pointless since she’s going crazy over some sugar now, but it’s fine. She’s playing with Finn in the playroom, so hopefully she’ll get the rest of her energy out.

When you got to Tess’ house, Jimmy went to your house to talk to John. You hope it’s going okay. John loves Jimmy and knows he wants the best for him, so hopefully John will be open with him.

“Have you two talked about the whole Peter thing?”

You nod, “We did. I was the one who told John to kill him, well, actually mom said it first.”

“Excuse me, mom said what?”

“Yeah,” you laugh quietly, “When we were in the hospital, she said she wouldn’t blame John if he killed him. She said she doesn’t understand everything about John’s past but she understands enough. Anyway, I told John at the police station that he should do it. I didn’t say it in those words, but it was implied. So, it’s not like I didn’t know John would do it. Hell, I knew he would before I ever even suggested it. I know John. I know he’ll do whatever he can to protect his family.”

Tess nods as she shifts on the couch, “What do you think is going on with him?”

“He’s getting into his head and overthinking everything, which means he shuts down. Gets emotionless. He said something the other day that concerned me, but I just kind of brushed it aside because I was tired of living life with a cloud over my head.”

“What did he say?”

You look at Tess, “He said he’s let his walls down and now he’s weak.”

“But him letting his walls down is actually the opposite. He’s strong and brave for allowing love back into his life. He understands what loss is. He’s incredibly brave for it.”

“And I told him that. I told him that letting his walls down is why I’m here and why we have a daughter. I just feel like maybe it went in one ear and out the other. Or maybe that’s not what is bothering him, or maybe he just needs to talk about something else. I hate feeling like this,” you frown as you look at her, “I hate not knowing what’s going on with him. He’s my best friend. I know him better than anyone, and I hate feeling like I don't know him right now.”

Tess opens her mouth to say something, but the front door opens as Jimmy walks in. You turn around to look at him, and he quickly leans down to kiss Tess before plopping into the chair and exhaling sharply.

“So, how did it go?”

Jimmy rubs his hands over his face--oh, it was that bad then. He sits up and shakes his head, “He has thick fucking walls, Y/N. I couldn’t crack him. I usually can. I have before in the past, you know, that’s my…that’s my fucking best friend, but I couldn’t. Not this time. I’m sorry.”

You sit back and sigh, “It’s fine. Thanks, Jimmy.”

“I can go over tomorrow and try again, but…”

“It’s okay,” you look at him and smile softly, “Thanks.”

Tess reaches for your hand, “So, what’s the plan?”

“He wants to be alone, so I’ll let him be alone.” you say, shrugging. “I mean, I’m always going to be there for him, but he clearly isn’t ready to talk about it, so I’ll give him space until he’s ready. I can wait. I love him more than anything; I can wait.”

“Wanna sleepover?” Tess asks, and you frown as you tear up and nod your head. She wraps her arm around your shoulder and looks at Jimmy, “Sorry, babe, I can’t snuggle with you tonight.”

Jimmy laughs as he gets up and kisses the top of her head, “That’s okay. I understand.”

You smile when Jimmy ruffles your hair, “Thanks, Jimmy.”

“Anything for family, right?” he says, and you nod your head. “No need to thank me.”

Since you’re just packing a little bag for the night, you left Ronan with Tess but you brought Bleu back home. He immediately goes to the last place John was--the office--but he quickly comes out and looks at you. You furrow your brow and look to your right at the basement door that is slightly open.

“Hey, you down here?”

“Yeah,” he says, and you make your way down to find him working on a book. He doesn’t even look up at you. “How was your walk?”

You let out a small laugh, “Our walk ended about three hours ago, but it was fine. Thanks for asking. Um, Ro and I are going to stay the night at Tess’.”

That gets his attention. He looks up at you, “Why?”

“The kiddos wanted a sleepover, and you know Tess, she loves them too.” you say, and John nods before looking down. “You’ll be okay here?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

You inhale deeply as you shuffle in place a little, “I’ll miss you.”

“Well, I’ll be here,” he says, which completely shatters you.

You blink a few times to rid your eyes of tears, “I’m gonna go pack a bag for us.”

“Did you send Jimmy over to talk to me?” he asks as you step onto the stairs. You look over your shoulder at him and shake your head. He sets his utensils down, “You did.”

“I just wanted, maybe, ugh…” you turn around and gesture to him, “You’re being quiet, so I thought maybe you didn’t want to talk to me, and if you didn’t want to talk to me, maybe you’d want to talk to your best friend. I guess I was wrong.”

John nods, “I appreciate you looking out for me, but I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You have to eventually, John. It’ll eat you alive otherwise. Just talk to me.” you say, walking over to him, “Talk to me.”

John rests his hands on your waist and looks up at you, “I can’t. Not right now.”

“Am I asking too much of you? Am I being too much? How can I fix it?”

“This isn’t you.”

“No, this isn’t you. Being so quiet, shutting me out, it’s not you, John. You’re not that guy anymore.”

John shakes his head, “I’m always going to be that guy.”

“Stop repeating words you’ve heard from enemies.” you say, tilting his chin up, “Listen to me, listen to someone who loves you: you’re not that guy.”

“I appreciate it, I do, but…” he looks down and sighs, “Just not now, okay?”

You frown as you look at him so small and defeated, “Okay. I’ll be at Tess’ if you…need me.”

He won’t call. Maybe he’ll text just to say he loves Ronan or something, but you know you won’t hear from him for the rest of the night.

“I love you,” you whisper to him, and he looks at you as you walk to the stairs. “While you’re busy putting up all those walls again, remember who broke them down last time. I did once, I’ll do it again.”

You can’t avoid the house, nor do you want to. It’s your home, and John isn’t some big, scary creature; he’s just having a hard time. Maybe just your presence will make him feel a little better or something. Probably not, but it’s worth a shot.

When you got home, you saw that the kitchen and living room were a little less than tidy, plus you had a big pile of clothes that needed to be washed. Logan has always washed his own clothes, but since he’s been working a lot more than usual, he hasn’t had the time, so his clothes are in a basket in the laundry room as well. You’ll toss them in and get that taken care of first.

As you sift through his clothes, you peek out to the living room and see Ronan playing by herself with her toys. You smile when she makes a little noise, then you load the washer and turn to grab some soap.

“Daddy!” Ronan calls out, and you peek around the corner again, watching as Ronan hugs John tight.

“Hi, baby girl.” John ruffles her hair a little and smiles when she holds up a toy to show him. He sits down on the floor with her and plays for a few minutes, “Are you being good for momma?”

You watch as Ronan nods her head and points to where you’re standing. You quickly move so John can’t see you, then you put the soap in the washer and start it. Since there’s nothing left for you to do in the laundry room, you head to the kitchen and start cleaning up in there. You gather up some papers that have been sitting on the counter for a few days and bring them to the office, tucking them away in a drawer. You’ll deal with them later.

John is, surprisingly, still playing with Ronan when you walk past, and you smile to yourself when you hear the two of them laughing. Even though he’s shutting you out, it’s nice that he’s spending a little time with her. He adores her, and she adores him.

After spraying and wiping down the counters, you start the dishwasher and put away some small items that are around. You really want to mop the kitchen floor, but Ronan isn’t ready for a nap yet. You want to do it once she’s napping so that she won’t walk on the wet floor, plus you can mop and have a little snack afterward while you wait for it to dry.

John clears his throat, “Hey.”

“Hey,” you glance up at him from where you’re cleaning the windows.

“How was your…sleepover?”

You shrug, “It was okay. We crashed in the basement, and it was really cold.”

“Yeah, their basement is freakishly cold.”

“Probably a ghost,” you joke, and John’s lips tip up a little. “Are you busy?”

John nods, “Yeah, just working on some stuff. I heard noise up here, so I just wanted to see Ronan.”

You look over at him and feel your nose burn as you tear up. He looks at you and widens his eyes before shaking his head.

“No, that…that came out wrong. I wanted to see you too--”

“It’s fine,” you put your hand up and wave it off, “She’s cute and can barely talk. I get why you’d just want to see her.”

John steps closer, “It’s not that I didn’t want to see you.”

“You just didn’t want to talk to me,” you say, holding his gaze, “I get it. We don’t have to talk. I’ll go back to doing what I’m doing.”

God, this is killing you! You just want to fucking talk to him. He obviously doesn’t realize that what he’s saying is hurtful and it sucks. You know John, so you know he’ll apologize for acting this way, but until he’s ready to talk, it will be a lonely time.

You look over your shoulder to see John looking around the kitchen for something, “What are--”

“Where was the paper that was here?” he says, tapping the counter, “I had a paper here that I needed. It was important. I need it.”

“I…” you set the cleaner aside and walk around to search the drawers, “I just was cleaning and I put--”

John sighs, “You misplaced it. Or threw it away.”

“I didn’t throw it--”

“I really needed that, Y/N”

You look at him, “And I’ll find it. Calm down.”

“I just needed--”

“You needed it. Yeah, got it,” you roll your eyes and close the drawer, then you head to the office to find the stack of papers you had earlier. You bring them back to John and throw them a little too hard on the counter, and some slide to the floor. “Is it in this pile?”

John looks through them and takes one, nodding his head, “Yes, it’s here.”

“So, no, I did not misplace it or throw it away. You’re welcome.” you say, and John looks at you and opens his mouth, but you stop him. “Don’t. I really do want an apology, but you’re being a true asshole right now. You can shut me out all you want, but I draw the line at being a dick to me. I’m not cool with that. I’ve always stood up for myself, and that won’t stop today. You’re being mean and incredibly unfair to me when all I’m doing is giving you space or just trying to let you know I’m here for you. If you’re going to continue to be mean to me, then you can go back downstairs and continue ignoring me too.”

“Look…”

You turn to him, “John, no! I said I’m not looking for an apology right now. You’ve made me feel like shit. I want to be left alone. I’m respecting you; do the same for me.”

John stands there for a moment before he lets out a sharp sigh, “Fine.”

Looking ahead, you watch John from the corner of your eye as he waits for a moment. You know this man better than anyone, so you know he’s waiting for a moment longer so he can see if he can apologize yet. Not only is this killing you, but deep down, you know in your heart it’s killing him too.

John taps the paper against the counter, “I’ll be downstairs.”

The moment you hear the basement door shut, you put your head down on the counter and cry.

You’re ready to talk to John. Whether he’s ready to talk to you or not is still the question. He’s been up and down from the basement all day today. You think he’s trying to work up the courage to talk to you, but you feel like he doesn’t know how to go about it.

After stepping out onto the patio with a cup of coffee, you smile when you see Ronan playing with Bleu. She gives her best attempt at throwing the ball for him, and it only goes a few feet, but Bleu is very enthusiastic about it anyway. He gets it and immediately drops it at her feet.

You look over your shoulder when you hear the door open, and you smile softly at John before looking back at Ronan. John chuckles quietly when he sees her throw the ball for Bleu.

“She can’t throw very far, but he doesn’t care,” you say as John stands next to you. You sip your coffee and offer him some. Surprisingly, he takes a drink of it before handing it back. You take a deep breath and look at him, “Can we talk now?”

John looks down at the ground as he shuffles in place, “I don’t know.”

“I don’t want to force you to talk about it if you’re not ready, but I can’t keep doing this.” you say, turning to face him, “I can’t live my life without talking to you. I can’t live my life without you. I can’t live my life with you shutting me out. I want to talk. I want to listen to you. I just want to fix whatever is broken and move past it. Not because I just want to get past it, but I want you to be okay. I want my husband back.”

John blinks as he looks at Ronan, then he furrows his brow, “What is she doing?”

“She’s playing in a pile of leaves.” you say, deflating and tilting your head back, “John, we need to talk.”

John pushes past you, “No, she’s playing in the flowers. Ronan Charlotte!”

You watch as John walks over to her and grabs the dead flower in her hand, and you immediately follow him.

“Where did you find this?” he asks, and Ronan points at the ground.

Your heart sinks to the ground when you realize she’s been playing on the spot where Daisy is buried. John plants flowers there every spring. They’ve died, but they’re still there and will be until next spring when he plants them again.

“You do not play there, and you do not take these flowers, you understand me?”

Ronan instantly starts crying, because why wouldn’t she when her gentle and sweet dad is scolding her, and you lean down and pick her up, looking at John in horror. He’s never yelled at her. He’s barely even scolded her.

John huffs, “She’s not supposed to play on that spot.”

“She didn’t know.”

John shakes his head, “I’ve told her before. She didn’t listen. You can’t play there!”

“Jonathan!” you turn Ronan away from him, “Stop! She is a toddler. Stop yelling at her!”

“I’ve told her before--”

You put your hand up to stop him, furrowing your brow and looking at him in disgust, “Stop! Who the hell are you right now? Yelling at our daughter for playing in leaves, for picking flowers. I don’t…I don’t know you right now.”

It must be a sobering thing for him to hear because John’s entire demeanor immediately changes. His tense shoulders relax, his cold eyes turn warm but sad.

“I’m…”

You shake your head, holding Ronan tight to your chest as she cries. John steps forward, so you step back and put your hand out.

“Don’t.”

John begins to crumble, “Mouse, I wouldn’t…I wouldn’t hurt you.”

You scoff, “Right now I don’t know who you even are, so I can’t say that I believe you.”

“You think I’d hurt you?”

“Do I think you’d physically hurt me? No, of course not, John. But you have hurt me. You have hurt me all week, Jonathan. You’ve been fucking mean to me and to Ronan. You’ve ignored us.” you say, and he frowns. “Don’t follow me inside. Just…leave us alone for a bit. Now I’m shutting you out.”

John puts his hand over his heart as if it hurts, “Don’t do this. I can’t…I can’t deal with that right now. I need you.”

“You should have thought about that sooner.”

You hoist Ronan up and kiss her cheek as you walk into the house, soothing her along the way. You close the door behind you and look back at John as he watches you, then you head up to Ronan’s room with her in your arms.

Who would have guessed that sleeping on your daughter’s tiny bed would cause your back to hurt? You feel stiff as a board as you get up and stretch. You stretch your arms above your head and yawn before looking down to see Ronan isn’t in bed. You open the door and hear a fork scraping against a plate and Ronan giggling, and you put your hand over your heart where it’s hammering away.

“Want more?” John asks, and Ronan nods her head as she looks up at him. He leans down and kisses the top of her head, “Hungry little bug.”

You smile as you watch John looking down at her adoringly. You clear your throat and give him a small wave when he looks at you.

“Hey, I just got her some breakfast. She…crawled into bed with me this morning.”

You pull the sleeves of your sweater down over your hands, “Yeah, I think she was tired of sharing with me. Sorry about that, bug.”

“I had plenty of room to share with her,” he says, and you look at him, “You could have crawled into bed with me too.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug as you lean against the counter, “Me from last night didn’t want that.”

John chuckles, “But you from this morning with a stiff back…”

“Yeah, she, on the other hand, would have loved it.” you say, letting out a small laugh. You look up at John as he watches you, then you take a deep breath and say something just as John does. He gestures for you to start, but you shake your head and gesture to him.

“I made breakfast.” he says quietly, gesturing to the counter, “I haven’t made pancakes for a while, so I thought I would.”

You lean on your elbows on the counter and grab a pancake. You rip a piece off and eat it, “Peace offering?”

“It’d be a rather poor one,” he says, and you look at him as he grimaces, “I can do better.”

“No need to do anything for me.”

John nods, “I already apologized to her. She…stuck her finger up my nose, so I think she’s forgiven me. I can’t tell though. She’s a hard one to read, kind of like her mom.”

“You understand why I’m upset?”

“Absolutely.” he nods, and you set down your half-eaten pancake. “And I want to talk about everything."

“Let’s sit down and have a real conversation,” you suggest, motioning toward the table. John nods in agreement, his expression serious yet open. “Let’s talk about what’s really going on.”

“I know things have been strained between us,” John begins, his voice tinged with sincerity. “I can’t exactly explain everything I’ve been feeling because it doesn’t make sense. It really doesn’t. But I want to apologize. I want to fix this.”

You listen intently, feeling a glimmer of hope. There is so much vulnerability in his eyes. You’re honestly a little surprised he’s having this conversation in front of Ronan, but this is how you know he’s ready to talk. You could be petty and tell him you’ll talk to him when you’re ready and make him wait, but you’re not that person. You’re his wife who loves him more than anything in this world, and you want this weird tension to end.

John reaches across the table for your hand, “I’ve been an asshole to you. I’ve been mean, I’ve been distant. I made our baby cry. Trust me, nothing in this world could make me feel worse than that.”

“Why? Why have you been acting like this? I thought everything was fine,” you hold John’s hand with both of yours, and he leans over more, placing his hand on top of yours. “After Peter, I thought things had gone back to normal.”

“Remember what you said about me putting my walls back up…” he says, and you nod. “I started to put them back up. I quickly realized putting them back up hurts the people I love the most. I was pushing you away.”

You bite your cheek before you squeeze his hand, “Was it a self-preservation thing? Trying to protect yourself like you did before?”

“I think so,” he admits, and you squeeze his hand again, “There was a moment where I thought that if I put those walls up again, I’d be…safe. It was so second nature to me that I didn’t even realize I was doing it at first. I don’t want to lose you, and putting those walls up caused me to lose you.”

“You didn’t lose me.”

John looks down, “Yet.”

You loosen your grip on his hands and pull away, and John furrows his brow and leans over more for your hand.

“What do you mean ‘yet’?” you stare at him as you tear up, “Are…are you breaking up with me?”

“No! Oh my god, no.” he says, pulling your chair as close as he can to him, “Hell would have to freeze over before I ever did that.”

“Then what do you mean by ‘yet’?”

John sighs, “I can’t stop feeling this way. I don’t want to get hurt. I can’t stop feeling like I have to protect myself.”

“Do you remember when we first started dating?” you ask, and John smiles as he nods. “Remember how I would be so weirded out when you’d do nice things for me? I’d immediately assume you just wanted to get laid, but I quickly learned that you were just really nice. You’re just a really nice guy, I still think that now. Remember how you’d try to do something nice for me and I’d immediately try to shut it down because…no one has ever just done nice things for me before. You taught me to let my guard down and allow someone to just be nice to me, and because of that, well, here we are.”

“This is a little different from that.”

You shrug, “Maybe so, but we’ve gone on to have such a great relationship because, while yes, someone hurt me so deeply in my past, I don’t let it define my life now. If I did, John, we wouldn’t even be together still. I would have completely sabotaged our relationship, and sometimes, if I don’t catch myself right away, I still see myself getting ready to do it because despite everything, sometimes I feel like I still don’t deserve this life.”

“But you do,” he whispers, reaching over to cup your face, “You deserve everything, Y/N. You deserve every good thing life has to offer.”

You cock up your brow and smile at him, “Now say that to yourself.”

“That’s different,” he drops his hand and sighs, “I’ve done…bad things.”

“Who the hell cares? Do I look like I care?” you ask, and he laughs quietly. “Is this…because of Peter?”

John looks at you, “I haven’t had to be that person for a long time, and I guess I’m having some sort of conflict over it. Imposter syndrome or whatever.”

“John, you deserve a good and happy life, and guess what?” you whisper, tilting his chin up, “John Wick deserves one too. I don’t just love Jonathan, I also love John Wick. I love every side and every inch of that man, you know that, right? I love every single part of you.”

“If Helen were here and I had to do this,” he shakes his head, “She’d never forgive me.”

You smile softly when he looks at you, “But I’m not Helen.”

“I know,” he nods, reaching for your hand again, “I know you’re not.”

“And John, she loved you. She’d have forgiven you. Despite you thinking you’re some monster who is cursed, you’re not. You’re just a guy.”

John starts to laugh, “Well, thanks.”

“You know what I mean!” you laugh as you get up and sit in his lap, “You don’t ever need to apologize to me for protecting me. I told you what needed to be done. You needed to kill him. I would have done it myself!”

“You don’t ever have to do that stuff. You have me for that.”

A smile spreads on your face as you look at him, “Don’t shut me out. No matter what you’re feeling. I want to know because I want to help, and even if I can’t help, it’ll help you to just get it off your chest. Doesn’t it feel good to just talk to someone?”

“It does.” he nods, then he puts his hand over his face, “I am so sorry.”

“You’re still learning.” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “We’re still learning. Yeah, we’ve been together for a few years now, but we’re constantly learning more about each other. We’re being put into different situations every day, and it helps us learn more about each other. We’re not automatically going to know how to navigate all of it just because we love each other. But because we love each other, we’re always going to want to help the other. I love you more than anything in this world, and all I’ve wanted these past few days was to make you feel better. I wanted to make all the bad feelings you were having go away.”

John touches your cheek gently, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile at him, “Don’t shut me out.”

“I won’t,” he shakes his head as he leans up to kiss you, “I promise I won’t. God, I completely shut Jimmy out too. He probably…hates me.”

“Stop saying things like that. No one hates you because you’re having an emotion that’s something other than happiness. We get mad, we get sad, we get anxious, we shut down, but no one hates us for it. I do not hate you for it. Jimmy does not hate you for it.”

John’s eyes are so sad as he looks at you, “I shut you out.”

“You did,” you nod. You’re not going to beat around the bush. “You really hurt my feelings. You scared me.”

“I’m sorry, I really am,” he cups your face and rubs his thumb over your cheek, “I’m…so worried that word will get out to people and they’ll think I’m coming back.”

You furrow your brow, “Like last time?”

“I went back in for a reason. Someone wronged me, and I wanted revenge for that. Then suddenly, people were coming out of the woodwork…”

“Santino?” you ask, and John nods, “Yeah, but he’s dead. I think everyone would understand why you did what you did; to protect your family. Peter was…a nobody. He didn’t know you. He didn’t know your past.”

John nods, “I just don’t want anyone to try to pull me back.”

“If they try, they’ll have to deal with me, because if you go, I go. Two minutes in a car with me, and they’d bring you back.” you say as John laughs, “Trust me, if someone were to step foot into this house and try to pull you back in, I would stand in their way and not move. I’m not letting you go back to that life. You deserve to have a good life, John, and I’m going to make sure that you have it.”

“I do have a good life, because of you.” he says, and you wrap your arm around his shoulder and hug him. He holds you close and rests his head on your chest, “I’m truly so sorry.”

You close your eyes and rest your cheek against the top of his head, “Thank you.”

“You should never feel that way, and I always promised that I’d never make you feel that, but I did.”

Sitting back, you look at him, “It would be so unfair to you if I didn’t allow you to have any emotions. How unfair would it be if someone told you that you’re never allowed to get upset or sad or pissed off about something? I would be beyond upset if that happened to me. I’m allowed to feel every emotion under the sun, and you are too. I will never be the person who tells you how to feel. That’s not fair to the person that I love, and it’s not realistic. It is so unrealistic and, again, unfair to hold you to a standard where you’re not allowed to feel certain things.”

“I hate when we fight.”

“I do too! But not to sound like a broken record, it is genuinely so unrealistic to hold you to some standard where you aren’t allowed to be upset or have emotions. I truly hate the saying ‘love means never having to say sorry’, because it basically just means you get to treat someone like shit and never apologize, but you and I, we apologize. Immediately once the dust has settled.”

John chuckles, “Because I don’t like when we’re not getting along.”

“And I don’t either.” you press a kiss to his lips and hold his gaze. “You’re allowed to feel things, John. You’re allowed to not always be happy. Okay? And when you feel like shutting down, just don’t shut me out. I want to help.”

Letting out a big breath, John reaches up and tucks your hair behind your ear, “I won’t. I promise I won’t shut you out.”

“Okay, good. And no one is coming back to drag you into that world, okay? I’m not kidding when I say I will stand in their way. You’re not going anywhere. We need you,” you say, gesturing to yourself and Ronan, who is covered in maple syrup, “We need our guy. Don’t we, Ro?”

Ronan nods her head, “Yuh!”

You laugh when you see Ronan with maple syrup on her face, “See? We need you here, and you’ve already been gone for too long.”

John smiles, “It was a rough few days.”

“I know, but you’re back, right?” you ask, holding his gaze as he nods. “Good. I’ve missed you so much.”

“I missed you too,” he whispers back, pulling you closer so he can kiss you.

You smile softly, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” he nods, sighing a little, “Still worried someone is going to call, but if they do, I have no problem telling them that I’m done. I want to be here.”

“And those walls you were putting up to protect yourself?”

John nods, “They’re gone.”

“Good. I mean…” you get up and flex your arm, “I have no problem busting them down again. I did last time.”

“Effortlessly, to be honest.” John says, and you smile as he stands up in front of you. He pulls you closer and wraps his arms around your waist, “I’m sorry.”

You let out a small laugh, “I appreciate the apology.”

“And you forgive me?”

“Of course I do, babe.” you wrap your arms around his neck and smile at him, “Remember? Love means never having to say you’re sorry.”

John begins to laugh, “Yeah, at face value, that quote is pretty shit.”

“I forgive you, John. I just want you to be able to come to me next time instead of shutting me out.”

“And I will. I didn’t…want to bother you with--”

You gasp, “Bother me? You? Bother me? Do you think you’ve ever bothered me before? I’m your wife! You do not bother me. The only thing that bothers me is that you feel like you bother me.”

John laughs, “Okay. That’s good to know.”

“What didn’t you want to bother me with?”

“I didn’t want to keep talking about him.” he says, and you nod. “I didn’t want to bring it up and upset you. We went through a lot. But I did need someone to talk about it with. I wanted that person to be you.”

You smile softly and whisper, “I am that person. I will always be that person. Do you still want to talk about it?”

John takes a deep breath and nods, “I do.”

“Okay, well--”

Ronan throws a pancake onto the floor and fusses, kicking her legs, “Out!”

“Later?” John says, and you lean up to kiss him.

“I will always make time for you and your emotions, John. I’m always gonna be here.” you cup his face while Ronan continues to cry, and you both start to laugh. “Tonight. You and me. We will talk all night long.”

John nods, “Sounds good.”

“Okay, I’m coming,” you say to Ronan as you get her out of the high chair, “You are filthy! You need a bath.”

“Thank you,” John says as you begin to leave the kitchen, and you turn around to look at him. “For being patient with me.”

You laugh, “I wasn’t exactly patient, and I certainly wasn’t very nice. I am sorry for that.”

“You were better than some people would have been.” he says, and you shrug. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you smile at him, then you lift up Ronan and look at him, “I am all yours tonight, John, and I’m all ears. I’ll be there for you.”

John puts his hand over his heart and smiles, “Thank you.”

You and John spent about an hour just talking about everything. He opened up to you and shared how he had been feeling. He truly just didn’t want to bother anyone with his feelings, which is crazy to you. You’re his wife, and you thought that he would know he could come to you. He just didn’t want to keep bringing up his past and Peter, which you understood in the end.

John pulls the blanket over your bare shoulder and smiles softly, “I missed you.”

“Oh, no, you mean you missed sex.”

“No!” he laughs, and you smile at him. “I mean, yeah, but that wasn’t what I was concerned with. I hate when we’re fighting or not getting along.”

You scoot closer and feel the warmth radiating from his naked body, “Me too. It’s lonely when you shut me out.”

“You’ve shut me out before, so I know what it feels like too,” he whispers, closing his eyes, “It’s not fun.”

“We should probably never do that again, huh?”

John laughs, “Yeah, I will never do that again.”

“Good,” you lean over and kiss him.

“At first I didn’t even realize I was pushing you away. I just got so focused on some work, and next thing I knew, I hadn’t talked to you all day. You were in bed when I finally came upstairs. Ronan was asleep. I didn’t even get to eat dinner with my girls or watch a movie.” he says, and you nod. He exhales as he shakes his head, “I am so sorry. I am more than sorry. I don’t know how long you want me to keep apologizing, but I’ll do it forever. I will beg and plead for your forgiveness, if I’m even worthy of it.”

You let out a small laugh, “Stop it. I love you, Jonathan. I didn’t ask for you to apologize 17 times. Once is enough for me as long as it’s genuine, which I know it is. I forgive you. And of course you’re worthy of my forgiveness.”

“Should I go check on Ro?” he asks quietly, and you smile at him before you nod.

Ronan is only a toddler, but John is desperate to know if she’s forgiven him--she has! She was clinging to him all night after dinner. She doesn’t even know what was happening, but John still feels awful for having yelled at her.

“I’ll be back,” John whispers, and you watch as he gets up and puts on his pajama pants and a t-shirt before disappearing around the corner to Ronan’s room.

You shift under the blankets a little and freeze when you hear the front door open. Logan is home. You can hear John’s voice, but you can’t make out the words, so you grab the blanket and wrap it around yourself to peek around the corner.

“I wanted to apologize,” John says, and you frown as you look down at him and Logan, “I’ve been a little distant lately.”

“I don’t blame you. What happened was nuts,” Logan says, and John nods. “I know it was hard on Y/N, which meant it was hard on you.”

John nods again, “It was, but we’re good now. I’m…sorry if I ignored you. I hope it didn’t remind you of your dad or anything.”

“Nah,” Logan waves it off, “You two couldn’t be any more different. Trust me, I understand. And hopefully this doesn’t sound rude, but I’ve been working so much that I hadn’t been around for a lot of it. Y/N was really alone then, huh?”

“She was,” John glances up at you, and you smile at him. “I think she’s good now. I hope she is.”

You laugh when they both look at you, “Yeah, I’m good.”

“We have plans tomorrow.” John says as he backs away, “You’re invited. Family day.”

Logan laughs, “Yeah, okay. Cool.”

“Goodnight,” Logan waves, then he heads to the kitchen for a late-night snack.

John smiles as he comes back up the stairs, and you back away and laugh when he shuts the door and locks it behind him. You open up the blanket and close your eyes when he wraps his arms around you and kisses you as you walk backwards toward your bed.

“Lay down, beautiful,” John whispers, and you do as you’re told. He fixes the blankets and holds your gaze as he pulls his shirt off and takes off his pajama pants.

You smile when he crawls back into bed with you, “Might want to turn the TV on. A little extra noise.”

John laughs as he reaches for the remote to turn it on. He turns the volume up just two clicks more than usual. It’s not too loud, but at least no one will be able to hear what’s happening in your bedroom.

“Ready?” you ask, and John scoffs before he playfully rolls his eyes and nods. “I’m just asking. The last one was…intense.”

“I’m always ready.” he says, and you shiver a little when he looks into your eyes.

You hum as he kisses you, “Good.”

After he turns off the light on his nightstand, John leans over and kisses you deeply, and you close your eyes and reach up to cup his face. He moves to hover above you, so you take the invitation and scoot over until you’re beneath his body. Using his legs, he spreads your legs open, and you both let out a breath when he slides between your legs with ease. You whimper into his mouth as he pushes himself in deeper, your nails digging into his back.

You bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from moaning too loudly, but when John thrusts his hips, you can’t help but let it out. You put your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment, then you reach up and grab a fistful of John’s hair, gripping it in your hand; he does the same to you.

Your head involuntarily tilts back as you moan, “Oh, fuck, John.”

“I love you,” John whispers against your forehead as he thrusts his hips, “I love you so much.”

You kiss John desperately as he rolls his hips, “Show me how much you love me.”

Those are the last words from your lips before John sits up and flips you over onto your stomach. He pulls you up by your hips and slides back between your legs, and you instantly dissolve into moans.

He trails kisses up your spine, sending shivers down your body. His hands explore every inch of your skin, finding their way up to your breasts. He cups them in his hands and gently helps you sit up so you’re leaning back against his chest. You roll your hips and moan softly, and John sucks on your neck for a moment before he places his hand over your mouth.

“Fuck me harder,” you demand, and John chuckles softly into your ear before laying you back down on the bed.

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

You feel his warm breath against your skin as he trails kisses down your neck, covering your body in goosebumps. His hands explore your body with a gentle and soft touch, igniting a fire within you. All worries and stress melt away as you lose yourself with John, and his whispered words of love.

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banshee's lament - chapter 3.

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a former ward of alicent hightower and aemond's childhood companion, shera stark, returns to king's landing after ten years. ten years after the incident at driftmark that left her and aemond permanently disfigured. after so many years apart, shera and aemond are almost strangers. almost.

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content: smut, angst, fluff, disabled ofc, aemond being delulu & obsessive, major canon divergence, ofc has a service direwolf, i'm taking canon rules and putting them in a blender and taking a shot, arranged marriage, graphic depictions of violence

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Shera didn’t waste much time getting back to her chambers. She was overwhelmed, confused and overall exhausted— and the day wasn’t even over yet. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she padded the stone to her rooms, hoping to the Gods, the old and the new, that someone wouldn’t stop and speak to her.

“A bath, please,” Shera asked the chambermaids hastily once she reached her solar. “Scorching, as hot as possible. And… my oils, from my chest— if you please…”

They brought in the large copper tub and filled it with hot water, all the way near the top until Shera could see the wisps of steam billowing from it. The maids poured in vials of oil that she brought with her from Winterfell— lavender oil, rosemary oil and sweet honeysuckle oil. The concoction swirled into a lovely light purple color.

“Will you need help undressing, miss?” one of the maids asked.

“N-no,” she murmured. “Thank you— you may go. Return just before sunset.”

Then she was alone. She could finally breathe. Wasting no time undressing, she shed her veil and choker and outer layers until she met the hard exterior of her corset. Fuck. Mayhaps she should’ve asked for help. Unwilling to call them back in, she grabbed a cheese knife from the small dining table near the balcony, slitting through the bindings of the corset like a lovely aged bleu.

Moongeist nosed the latch to the balcony, prompting Shera to open it and let in the breeze from the sea. Nude at last, she all but jumped into the bath, which to her delight, was still scorching. She watched as the wolf sat on the terrace, nose poking out through the stone barrier. He took in the scent of the sea, the salty spray and lingering aroma of toiling waves— and of course, barked at a few seagulls.

Her bones relaxed as she unpinned her hair, tossing the pins astray into the room— to either be stepped on later, or never found again. Shera let out an audible sigh, feeling her skin soften from the oils. This was the pinnacle of her days— she was very fond of baths and made her own bath oils. She loved the warmth, the enveloping heat of the water soothing her worry. It was like the most comfortable of blankets and she loved to get clean, to be clean. It was a ritual and a must for her to have a bath at least every other day.

Her love for baths started because of Helaena, she supposed. When Shera arrived in King’s Landing all those years ago for the first time, she was a grimy and dirty child, wild to the bone, and detested baths. The maids didn’t know what to do with her, until they bathed Helaena and Shera together. They weren’t far apart in age at the time, Helaena being the polar opposite of Shera— but somehow she reeled her into normalcy. The princess would bring her wooden toys into the bath, much to the chagrin of her mother, and play with Shera, blow bubbles and tell stories. It was odd to everyone around them, as the two seemingly switched personalities when they bathed together. Helaena, usually a quiet child, would tell grandiose stories, while Shera would sit quietly, giving her complete and rapt attention to the princess.

The girls bathed together until they were both eight and ten years of age respectively, but even then, they would be in the room with one another while they did— reading books out loud, gossiping, or just sitting in silence, enjoying one another’s presence.

Shera’s undoubted companion in the Keep was Aemond, but she had a very close and special friendship with Helaena— a friendship that the both of them very much missed, subconsciously. It wasn’t as huge of a blow to Shera as losing Aemond, as the Lady of Winterfell and the Princess frequently wrote one another throughout the ten years apart. It was one of the only reasons Shera wasn’t completely mad. But, even so, letters can only do so much, can’t they?

As much as she loathed this marriage and the ramifications of it… she would still be closer to her family, her real family, upon Dragonstone than in Winterfell. She laid in the bath until the water went cool, her mind wandering back to the encounter in the Godswood. Why would Daemon speak to her and with such a… driven attitude? What did he want?

Her thoughts continued to flow, a finger tracing patterns in the mingling oils that lived atop the water. Did Helaena still like baths? If she so asked, would they be able to bathe together like old times?

No– that would require… forgoing her veil and choker. Even if it was Helaena– she doesn’t know if she could truly bare herself to her– to anyone.

—

The hours stretched on until dinner, Shera pacing back and forth, working herself up to a point where Moongeist tugged on her sleeve with his teeth as an indication to calm down.

The maids who’d been assigned to her flittered around her like a flock of ptarmigan hens, pleading with her to let them dress her. She shied away from their touch, only allowing them to dress her in a new corset and skirts.

She stayed in her veil, accentuating it with a few strings of pearls so mayhaps she wouldn’t look so haunting– a hope that always went unfounded, people found her so very terrifying either way.

Shera preferred to wear dark, muted colors and always had on some item of fur upon her; tonight’s being a gorgeous black and white mink stole, which Cregan had gifted her for her seventeenth name day four years ago. It was accompanied with one of her newly tailored dresses, one she sewed herself just a few moons ago and making some last minute alterations on the journey to King’s Landing. It was black lace, falling down to her feet and dragging behind her like a ghostly shadow. Coupled with a laced black veil, she looked in the mirror.

The maid behind her glanced at her warily. “Are… are you in mourning, Lady Stark?” she asked timidly.

“... no?” Shera blinked, taking in her appearance from her reflection. Ah. So, this is why people consist with the ‘Banshee’ title. Shrugging her shoulders, she wrapped the stole around her snugly

Letting Moongeist guide her to the dining hall, to which he followed the smell of roasting meats, she mentally prepared herself. Princess Rhaenyra was to attend, and with Rhaenyra was her brood of children and her rogue husband and the extended clutch of hatchlings– Baela and Rhaena amongst them. She felt sickly at the fact that she would be seeing the twins again, the former of whom was who disfigured her.

Walking into the chamber, the music was in full swing and everyone was already seated. Had she really been so late? All eyes turned to her and Shera scanned them with a bowed head, the tips of her fingers shaking as she locked gazes with Baela. A reminder of the pain that she’d caused, how she wielded the knife that cut Shera’s throat and blinded her in one eye.

The wolf to Shera’s side let out the tiniest of whines, pushing Shera towards the table, and her seat between Helaena and Alicent– thank the Gods for small mercies. Although, she was directly across from Aemond, who hadn’t even blinked since she entered the room.

“Oh, it's so good to have you here again, my dear,” Alicent hummed, taking one of Shera’s hands into her own. The queen was so warm, where Shera was cold. “It is just like old times, hm?”

“Beautiful pup, Shera,” Helaena whispered to her, a hand outstretched to Moongeist. “You see so well through him.” she cooed, a smile plastering upon her lips as the wolf licked her open palm.

“Yes… old times,” Shera responded softly, adjusting her veil. She looked to Helaena, who returned with a knowing gaze. “Hel?” she murmured, lower than usual.

“Yes, dovey?”

“… I’ve missed you dearly.” Shera whispered, offering her hand to the princess— to which they interlocked fingers. The two separately were considered touch-averse, with Shera shying away from touch and Helaena cringing at it. But the two had a deeper understanding of one another, it seemed. They always had, their bond only outshined by Shera and Aemond’s.

But now, it’d be different, wouldn’t it? Aemond was a hot and cold mess to Shera— but Helaena welcomed her like no time had passed. It made her chest ache in a nostalgic way, tears threatening to spill. The good thing about her veil is that no one could see her cry. The whole day had been terribly overwhelming, taut with too many people wanting something from her, needing her to be someone she didn’t wish to be— is this how Helaena felt when she was married to Aegon?

Tears did fall and Shera let them drip down her face, sinking and sliding from the mink stole to her legs. Helaena tugged on her hand. “Don’t cry, dragonfly,” she hummed. “Dance with me?”

Shera blinked the tears away, even though they were replaced by new ones right away. “I… would love to. I will not be the most coordinated, though— will you guide me?”

“Always.” the princess replied, pulling Shera from her chair and guiding her with a gentle hand to the space in the hall set aside for dancing. The music was lively and jaunty, with a lovely tune strummed from a fiddle, accompanied with a wooden flute. Helaena placed a hand on Shera’s waist, then kept their other hands interlocked. “Put your hand on my shoulder. I will lead— you can pretend I’m a gallant knight.”

Shera snorted a giggle. “I do not want to dance with a gallant knight,” she mused as they began to sway. Helaena kept her upright and indeed took the lead, allowing Shera to stay close and follow her movements. “I want to dance with the butterfly princess.”

“Ah, the butterfly princess!” Helaena cooed. “I suppose that can be arranged. What will that make you? Oh— my little wolf spider.” she giggled in return.

It was the first time the entire day, mayhaps the entire fortnight, that Shera felt… happy. She felt weightless dancing with Helaena and felt like crying again— damn the emotions. “Please don’t leave me, Hela,” she murmured, almost silently through garbled tears. “I’ve been so alone.”

Helaena led the dance off to the further corner of the room where they would have more privacy to speak, still swaying. “I wouldn’t leave you, Shera. The wolf spider’s been so alone— so alone in the cold,” she hushed. “Now you’ve come back to play with the dragonflies and the butterflies— but we must watch out for the birds, the black tailed magpies, and oh, the hawks and gulls, my sweet.”

“May I steal Lady Stark for a dance, sister?” Aemond suddenly cut in, so silent in his approach that Shera hadn’t even heard him at all.

“I don’t know,” Helaena looked to Shera. “Say the word, and I shall release a clutch of spiders into his bedchamber.” she whispered lowly, as if telling a secret.

Shera cracked a smile. “It’s alright, Hela. If he is untoward, Moongeist shall bite him.”

Helaena embraced her once more before giving her brother a mock threatening glance. Aemond swiftly replaced her, putting his hands on Shera’s waist. It felt… different. Different from how Helaena had them, and how Daemon had touched her earlier in the Godswood. It wasn’t friendly, nor slimy— it made her want to turn tail and run away, but it also made her chest warm, heart thumping like a rabbit’s.

“My lady.” he greeted, putting one hand on her lower back to help her posture. “I do hope you won’t sic your dog upon me– yet.”

“My prince,” Shera responded, looking up at him. “Mayhaps I won’t, we shall see.”

“Does it haunt you? That they’re all here in one room?” he leaned down to whisper, swaying back and forth to the music, albeit a bit rigidly. He wasn’t nearly as good of a dancer as Helaena.

“I am always haunted,” she echoed, blinking slowly. She wondered if he could really see her face under her veil. He was looking so intensely at her and she was unsure if he was putting her together or picking her apart in his mind. “Are you?”

“It’s an agitation, like a brood of mosquitoes.” Aemond answered gruffly, looking away from her now. He wasn’t telling the whole truth, she noted. His lone pupil wavered, looking everywhere but at her.

“Do you have nightmares about it?” she asked, fingers prickling under one of the buckles of his doublet absentmindedly. “I haven’t outgrown them. Not even after this long.”

He scoffed. “Nightmares? I’m not a child.”

Liar. Liar. Liar.

The servers interrupted as they began to serve the first course— Aemond helped guide Shera back to her seat.

“Thank you for the dance.” she murmured as he pushed in her seat.

“Hm.”

The dinner continued, Shera staying quiet while she prodded at her food. She preferred to eat alone and only ate enough, slipping it under her veil to not seem rude. Cregan was having a jolly time down the table, talking the ear off of Jacaerys. Baela and Rhaena were whispering to one another, as were Rhaenyra and Daemon. Shera’s skin crawled as she stole looks at the four of them– the twins hadn’t said a word to her, nor did it seem they would, merely whispering like mice. Aegon had excused himself after the first course was served and did not return. Aemond remained staring at Shera the entire time.

Blinking, Shera stared back at him finally, raising her head to lock gazes with him. The subtle shift of her veil indicated she had cocked her brow, as if to say ‘Why are you staring?’

The motion wasn’t lost on Aemond, as they fell back into their own silent communications that they were so well versed in as children. He cracked his knuckles and rolled his shoulders, responding in kind, ‘You know why.’

Alicent stood up, “I would like to propose a toast– to the return of our beloved Shera, as well as the visit of her brother and warden of the North, Cregan Stark. I cannot imagine it was an easy journey, but we are so blessed that you’ve made it, especially to finalize something that has… been in the making for a few years,” she held up her cup of wine, to which everyone else held up theirs, including Aemond. “Princess Rhaenyra, Cregan and I have been in much talk of betrothals and the like. I would like to announce, formally, the betrothal of Shera Stark,” she paused, taking a breath, “And Jacaerys Velaryon.”

Shera’s breath caught in her throat, her nails sinking into the soft of her palm. She focused solely on Alicent, even if she could feel the searing brand of Aemond’s stare on her. She refused to look, she couldn’t—

But her sole eye betrayed her, her head turning ever so slightly to gauge Aemond’s reaction. He looked like a statue, his lone pupil narrowed to a slit, like a dragon’s. His hands were placed together dutifully, but the veins near his knuckles were bulging with strain, the fervor of what could only be described as fury coursed through him. The look in his violet iris scared the hells out of Shera. ‘Twas only a moment they locked gazes, but she felt, she saw the barely contained rage, the burning of the city and beyond from Vhagar’s back—

And then it was gone, as if the candle of ferocity had been snuffed out. He sat up straight, giving Shera one last eyebrow raise before turning his attention solely to his mother. It terrified her how quickly he was able to turn it off, to bury deep as if it never existed at all.

Perhaps she had imagined it. Surely she did– he didn’t have such a volatile temper as a child, if she could remember correctly.

Clearing her throat, she raised her glass higher as Alicent finished the announcement, gesturing in Jacaerys’ direction, who did the same in return to her. She wasn’t thrilled about the prospect of living upon Dragonstone, nor did she feel she was fit to be the wife of Rhaenyra’s heir. But, ‘twas the way of things.

She thought Jace, as he had insisted she call him, was well and fine. He was a bit taller than she with a boyish charm and curled brown locks. Their few meetings as adults, where he had so gallantly rode all the way up to Winterfell upon his dragon, he always kissed her hand and smiled at her. It was easy to forget that he was a part of her and Aemond’s maiming when she turned her mind off and became the little puppet Lady that she was supposed to be— but then she would wake up crying in the middle of the night, begging for them not to kill her—

“I would like to propose a toast,” Aemond’s voice cut through Shera’s thoughts like a sharpened blade, the horrid screeching of his swiftly kicked out chair causing her to cringe. “A toast— to our lovely banshee, and her strong husband-to-be. I do hope that Jacaerys is keen on sleeping on the floor whilst a dog warms his wife’s furs– and let us pray for Shera’s health once they ruminate over Dragonstone. Do you still get sea sick, my lady? I cannot imagine a wolf gaining sea legs any time soon.”

“It’s none of your business, uncle–,” Jace countered, pushing back from his chair to stand.

“Aemond, don’t,” Alicent hissed quietly, gripping her goblet with an iron fist.

“I’m merely expressing my joy for their coming union, mother. Seems the issue is a bit touchy, hm, Jacaerys?” Aemond’s mouth twitched into a toothy smile, but it was nothing of joy. It was like the open maw of a dragon, daring anyone to walk near, lest they be snapped into smithereens.

Jacaerys walked a bit closer to Aemond, his hackles equally raised in a challenge. Shera’s observation of the two was quickly surmised; Jace was soft where Aemond was razor-edged. A fight between them would be of little challenge. The underlying rage in Aemond was apparent once more, simmering and bubbling in the pot, threatening to boil over and scald everyone within his reach. His words didn’t sound like he was about to fly off the handle– he was in complete control of every carefully placed barb, every pause in his speech was intentional for added dramatics, to piss off Jace– and Shera, it seemed.

“Do you really expect your nuptials to be fruitful, nephew? Have you ever seen her without her veil? I must say,” Aemond nodded his head toward Shera’s direction as he got closer to Jace, whispering in his ear as if not to let anyone else in on their conversation– Shera heard, though. “I’m quite curious myself– do you think that our dear cousin’s blade,” his lone eye looked to Baela, who was arm-in-arm with Rhaena, Daemon looming behind them like the Dragonmont itself, “Was sharp enough, for a clean cut? Mayhaps it’s a mangled mess under there. Best to keep the covering on for your wedding night, hm?”

“I dare you to say that again,” Jacaerys growled, his hand itching as he flexed and unflexed his fist. “You can say what you’d like about me, but you shall hold your tongue before my betrothed.”

“Jace,” Shera murmured lowly, feeling for Moongeist as she got up from her own chair, shaking. The wolf pressed to her leg, guiding her to where Jacaerys was at arm's length. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder, whilst trying to quell the quiver of her bones, while keeping her eye upon Aemond. “‘Twas merely a jest– in poor taste… but a jest.” she had her head lowered diminutively, biting the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. Sure, the ‘jest’, as it was, hurt immensely to her already fragile psyche– but she had to keep a level head, especially here.

Still holding his own goblet, Aemond’s nostrils flared as he watched Shera caress Jace, as if they were truly close. The tip of his brow twitched as he hardened his jaw, lowering his cup and proverbial feathers, remembering himself, remembering where he was. “A jest— of course. Though, I never was the jester of our group, was I? Once upon a time, it’d been you, Jacaerys.” the second son exhaled, eye still trained on Shera. But he approached Jace, hand outstretched. “Congratulations.” he said, his voice clipped. Once again, the rage had been shoved deep down and quelled for the time being.

Jace tentatively took his hand, nodding slowly. “Thank you, uncle,” he squeezed Aemond’s hand before pulling back. “You’re better with a blade than a joke, that is for certain.”

“Mayhaps we shall spar sometime, then?” Aemond suggested. Everyone in the room knew it was a chance for him to kick Jace into the dirt like he desperately wished to do presently.

“Yes– on the morrow, uncle,” Jacaerys nodded. “Lord Stark should join us, yes? Let’s make a proper gauntlet out of it, then.”

Shera’s hand, in turn, retreated from Jace’s shoulder as she rested a hand on Moongeist’s head. Turning to Alicent, who looked on the edge of an anxious breakdown. “Thank you for the dinner, your grace. I am… feeling quite faint, so I fear I must retire,” Shera whispered, curtsying as best she could. Turning to Rhaenyra and Daemon, she bowed her head. “Princess, prince.”

Rhaenyra gave a wry smile. “Feel better soon, dear.”

Daemon said nothing, just nodding his head as his finger traced the rim of his cup.

“Allow me to escort you, sister,” Cregan was at her side in an instant.

“It’s not nec—,”

“I insist.”

It wasn’t a lie— Shera did feel quite faint from the events and excitement. Letting Moongeist guide her, she escaped the dining hall mostly unscathed, despite feeling a gnawing pain in the pit of her stomach.

Keep the covering on during your wedding night– mayhaps it's a mangled mess under there.

“O-okay,” she responded monotonously, as if she wasn’t even in control of her own body, her own words.

Cregan held her in his steady grip, guiding her out of the hall. He was quiet until they entered Maegor’s holdfast. “Dragons are quite tempestuous, aren’t they?” he began.

“… yes.”

“Your childhood companion— the prince— he certainly had a lot of great things to say about you, didn’t he?”

“… Cregan.”

“Listen to me, Shera,” he said as they entered her chambers. “They’re not your friends— not anymore. They’re strangers to you.”

“But—,”

“They don’t know you anymore, they only knew who you used to be.”

And you’re a shell of who you used to be. But that was left unsaid.

“You shan’t waste your tears any longer on them, on him,” he continued. “And do not give me that look, don’t think I don’t hear you crying at night.”

“Mayhaps I cry at night because you shoved me into something I am unfit for!” Shera shouted, her voice cracking, followed by a hiss of pain. Something I do not wish for. Jacaerys helped make me this way, Cregan. Don’t you care? Does it matter more than your fucking oath?

Cregan wanted to bite back, but instead furrowed his brow. “Are you alright? Shall I fetch a maester?”

“N-no…” she whimpered, her voice broken and full of gravel. She pressed a hand to her throat, swallowing a cough. “… tea.”

“Of course,” Cregan murmured, guiding his sister to sit on the loveseat near the fire. “I’ll get a maid… and… and the tea.”

Shera nodded, watching him leave. She didn’t care for the pain, even if it felt like someone was dragging a brush of thorns inside of her throat— she felt like she was falling apart at the seams mentally, akin to her old mended dresses, the threads wilting and falling away.

She felt lost. Lost in the fact that… she wasn’t sure she belonged anywhere. They thought her not cut out for Northern life from her delicate sensibilities— and she wasn’t cut out for King’s Landing for the same reason, except it wasn’t the physical environment, but the barbed tongues, the venomed words, the games of the mind.

She didn’t belong.

Would it even matter if she wasn’t part of the equation? Rhaenyra would get her alliance with the North somehow, Cregan would fulfill his oath, Jacaerys would have a number of other betrothal options.

It mattered not that she was here.

Didn’t it?

Keep the covering on during your wedding night– mayhaps it's a mangled mess under there.

Her jaw clenched all night as she nursed her tea to soothe her throat– but every other part of her was purely on fire. The one person in the entirety of this Gods forsaken world who knew what she felt, what she went through– the one other person who was there, who was on her side, who she… she lost everything for– was keen to jest at her disfigurement.

She stood up from her chair, hours after Cregan had left her, throwing the porcelain at the wall. The teacup smashed into bits and pieces and she sunk her teeth into her own lip until she tasted copper. The kettle was next, hocked upon the mantle of the fireplace as it too, split apart.

I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home.

Her damaged vocal cords mustered her wails they best they could, forlorn and haunting and low–

Where was home? She wanted to go home, home– but she didn’t belong anywhere. Where was her home?

The banshee yowled like a creature with a broken leg, echoing against the walls, ever enclosing.

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bleu-seas · 1 year ago

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★ Sypnosis - Y/n S/n, an Architecture student and Bada Lee, a Performing Arts student shares an apartment at their university. They are doing great until Bada started bringing different girls at night forbidding Y/n to focus on her studies. Things went south when Bada stated her adoration towards Y/n. It all went downhill when one night ruined Y/n’s heart.

★ Pairings - Bada Lee x Y/n

★ Character Background -

Bada Lee as herself

— Performing Arts, Dance Major

— 23 years old

— Owns a dance studio

— President of the Dance club

— Well known choreographer

Bada’s friends

— Lusher

— Tatter

— Noze

— Aiki

— Monika

— Leejung

Y/n S/n

— Architecture

— 22 years old

— Consistent Dean's Lister

— President of the Student Council

— A well known artist

Y/n’s friends

— Audrey

— Ling

— Kirsten

— Latrice

— Emma

★ Warnings - Enemies to lovers, mentions of sex, accidents, and more (i will be updating the warnings depending on the chapter). Bada as a mixed signal giver 🥹

★ Bleu’s Note - Posting Ignited Fire here in Tumblr is something that I thought I could never do. It took me 3 whole months contemplating whether I should post this or not but here I am. Please bare with spelling or grammatical mistakes.

IGNITED FIRE MASTERLIST

Chapter 1

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masa-yoshi-dan · 1 month ago

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Ensemble Stars!! x Pokemon || New Dimension

Starmaker Production || Cosmic Production || Rhytm Link || Masterlist || Others

Knights

Tsukasa: Gallade. G.Rapidash. Swirlix. Leo: Gardevoir. Kingambit. Elgyem. Kricketune. Izumi: Kirlia. Clauncher. Bisharp. Roserade. Ritsu: Kirlia. Swoobat. Komala. Musharna. Arashi: Kirlia. Delcatty. Sylveon (shiny).

Ralts line was the easy pick for Knights. They are both always ready to protect their trainer and pokemon around them and based on the whole concept of empathy and chivalry. Gardevoir’s Japanese name is Sirnight. Leo was the Knights' leader so I gave him Gardevoir which was introduced before Gallade.

Tsukasa is good at horseback riding so i gave him Galarian Rapidash. Tsukasa is really into the knights theme so the fairy horse works the best. Also, Galar is bri’ish region so it can work as a reference to Tsukasa’s english. Tsukasa likes sweets and snacks so Swirlix, the cotton candy pokemon, was a choice.

Kingambit is a reference to Chess and other Knights calling him “King”. Leo believes in aliens so I gave THE alien (not Ultra Beast) pokemon. Elgyem’s name is based on LGM (little green men). For Leo’s composer side I went with Kricketune. It’s the only music-based pokemon which fits “composer” rather than “performer”.

There’s no italian based pokemon dammit! Clauncher is a shrimp. Bisharp is a reference to Chess. Izumi is a model so I checked among Beauty and Lasses trainer classes. Budew line is one the common pokemon they use. And Roserade does feel like can be Izumi’s pokemon.

Swoobat was given as Woobat by Rei. Ritsu loves sleeping and napping so I went over pokemons who can learn Hypnosis, Yawn and Dream Eater. I picked two pokemon: Komala and Musharna. They both are Drowsing pokemon. Komala always sleeps and can cling to its trainer, like Ritsu’s clinginess. Musharna feeds on people’s dreams and constantly sleeps and dreams. Also, Ritsu does not like being disturbed from sleep and Musharna “can become a terrible grump should it be freshly roused from sleep”.

Sylveon became proclaimed THE trans icon as pokemon for both color palette and 1:7 female rate with “girly” appearance. Also, Sylveon evolves through affection which fits Arashi’s “big sister” role.

Delcatty = Nyanko. I was torn between Mewoth, Glameow and Delcatty. Nyanko appears to be a Siamese cat which is Meowth based on, but it feels more like a stray cat. Glameow and Delcatty are more domestic cats. Delcatty looks more similar to Nyanko and more calm, then Glameow is spiteful.

Switch

Natsume: A.Raichu. Espeon. Both Meowstic. Hatenna. Tsumugi: Pikachu. Togekiss. Altaria. Sora: Pikachu. Lucario. Emolga.

First Pikachu appearance! Alolan Raichu is the only electric/psychic type. Switch’s symbol is lighting and the main motif is magic. Hence electric/psychic type. Also Pikachu does fit Sora.

Natsume’s all into magic, spells and fortune-telling, so a full psychic-type team was a pick. Espeon was a first choice. Natsume has associations with cats and is said to have 2 pet cats. Espeon is most likely based on sphynx cats, bakeneko and nekomata and the most cat-like among all of eeveelutions. Similar to this was picked Meowstic. Hatenna is a witch hat.

Togekiss is left from ex-fine where he was a leader (his Togekiss has Super Luck ability instead of Serene Grace). Tsumugi’s main association is “bluebird of happiness” and first solo is named “Hummingbird”. Altaria is most likely based on bluebird of happiness for The Blue Bird (L'Oiseau bleu) with japanese names referencing the character’s name, and Altaria’s category is Humming pokemon.

Sora’s synesthesia is described more like aura so I went for the aura pokemon, Lucario. Sora’s name means “sky” and “midair” and good at acrobatics and parkour. Emolga is a flying type which can learn move as “Acrobatics”. It's a cute creature which can be a troublemaker.

MaM

Madara: Braviary. Bouffalant. Kangaskhan.

MaM's style cowboy and sheriff, so the american pokemon, Braviary, was a choice. He’s aggressively protective of his friends and will protect others even if his life is threatened. And now guess which was I describing, Madara or Braviary (hint: both). Bouffalant = volcano bison. Madara calls himself “Mama” and encourages others to do so, so mother pokemon was a pick. I didn't mean to give him a full normal type team, but it happened and i don’t know what to do with it.

Special for Princess!

Esu: G. Rapidash. Minior (indigo). Kanna: G. Ponyta. F.Meowstic. Yume: G. Ponyta. Gothita. Amaura. Raika: G. Ponyta. Archeops (shiny).

They’re new and we don’t know much about them so it was hard. I was ready to skip them and just say “there’s too little information about them”. But it has been half-year since their introduction and multiple stories (events, scouts, idol stories) so it’s too late to pull out that card. Any of their producers, I will try my best.

All white/pink/violet princess-like have already been taken by other units (Hatterene and Gardevoir). And then i noticed… logo has unicorn on it what looks like Galarian Rapidash! I’m saved!

Esu’s fs costume is themed around stars and blue. I was to give him Starmie but it’s purple. That color of Minior is different from Kanata’s Minior.

Female Meowstic has a similar color palette. Kanna’s image is being stoic, calculated and kinda emotionless. “-stic” in name may be from “stoic” due to their generally emotionless facial expression.

Yume’s fs costume has a lot of ribbons and his original signature had a ribbon on it. Gothta’s line has a lot of ribbons too. Yume means winter so I went with Amaura also for cuteness.

Raika is Sakuma's distant relative and instead of bats he’s harpy. And there’s no harpy pokemons. So just bird. Archeops is the most “weirdest” one and its feather has a similar color and is as wild as Raika’s hair. He can have shiny. As a treat. Also, it’s said Raika is from a facility(..?) and Archeops is a revived fossil.

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Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 2)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: It's always a funny thing to be invited to your ex-boyfriend's engagement party. It's an even funnier thing when it seems all his family members have something to say to you.

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“How about Lace Place?” Lacey asks, flashing her hands in an ark to imitate the arch of the sign she is imagining. Y/N gives her a funny look at the words, “Babe, that sounds like you sell drugs. If you name your restaurant that, you’ll be attracting the wrong type of clientele. Although, if a stoner accidentally walks in, maybe you’ll get some business from the munchies.” Lacey cringes at the realization and nods. “Hey, you think I could sell some cookies at your bookstore? Maybe, it can help drum up some business,” Lacey suggests.

“I don’t see why it would be an issue. Let me just read up on the regulations on it just in case we need a special license or something, but it’s such a cute idea. I can get one of those rollie carts and call it the Cookie Cart. Ooh, maybe I can give a free bookmark with each purchase of a cookie.”

“That’s a great idea. Then I could offer the same thing when someone buys a certain thing at the restaurant. Like, get a ten percent coupon for the bookstore. How do you feel about being a dinner special?”

“Ahh, I love this idea. We are just two business girlies supporting each other. Soon, well, be girl bosses dominating the world.”

“Uhh, excuse me. Last time I checked, you were already a girl boss, who dominates the world. I mean In The Shadows has been in The New York Times Best Sellers for fifty-two weeks, now. You went on an international book tour for your debut book and you are writing the much-anticipated sequel as we speak. You made it, girl.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t discount your achievements though. You literally worked at a Michelin-star restaurant and graduated top of your class at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. Now, you are opening your own restaurant at twenty-three.”

The girls laugh at the little spiel they went on about being proud of their achievement and return to the paperwork they were going through for each of their respective businesses. In the five years since graduating high school, Y/N graduated from Oxford at twenty-one, but not before signing a deal with a major publisher for her book. A year later, her book is on the best sellers list and she is whisked away all over the world to promote it. She does recognize that her success may in part have to do with her mother and considered writing under a pseudonym, but decides against it when she realizes it wouldn’t really do anything. Using a fake name would mean she wouldn’t be able to make an in-person appearance out of concern for being recognized. It’s not exactly like her face has been hidden from her mother’s social media page. She really wants to have those moments to connect physically with her fans.

On the other hand, Lacey had gone to culinary school at Le Cordon Bleu, and then quickly got a job at the Michelin-star restaurant. She decided to quit her job there so that she could open up her own restaurant.

——

Y/N has no clue where she is going. Mason had just told her to get dressed nicely and to get in the car. She couldn’t get a question out, so she followed his instructions and got changed. She put on tan-coloured pants and a light pink balloon-sleeved satin blouse. She wore a black belt with a gold buckle and golden jewellery to pull the outfit together. Y/N sulked as she walked to Mason’s car. Her pestering as to where they were going went unanswered. When she sees where he stops the car, she wants to literally jump out of the car and run home. “Why did you bring me here, Mace?”

“It’s their engagement party today. I wasn’t planning on bringing you, but Blythe called and she literally begged me to bring you today. She knows how much you meant to Rafe and wants to get to know you more. She hopes, maybe even, that you guys can make up.”

Y/N gives Mason a questioning look, “She wants her fiancé to get along again with his ex-girlfriend?” Mason nods and gently moves to bring his sister inside. “Blythe is a sweet girl and she really loves Rafe. She feels secu-.” Realizing that what he was about to say may have made his sister feel bad, he quickly switches to a different path. “Blythe is really friendly. She makes it her mission to help mend broken relationships. Rafe told me that she got two girls who were best friends when they were younger to make up after they got into a two-year fight over a boy. Can you just go in? You don’t have to talk to anyone and I literally brought you a book.” Y/N isn’t too excited about going to her ex-boyfriend’s engagement party, but she does as her brother asks.

The twins enter Tannyhill together and are immediately given each a hug from the excited bride-to-be. “Ahh, and in comes the best man. You are only a tiny bit late, Mace. Y/N, I’m so glad you decided to come. I just know you and Rafe will make up in a jiffy.” Y/N gives an awkward smile, “Yeah, I totally chose to be here voluntarily.” Mason discretely elbows his sister in the stomach with a smile on his face. Play nice, the action signified. Blythe doesn’t seem to sense the sarcasm in Y/N’s words and turns towards Mason. “We are going to take the wedding party pictures now. Come on,” Blythe orders, taking Mason’s hand and dragging him away. “Rafe, say hello to Y/N.”

Y/N hadn’t noticed that Rafe had been standing at the main entrance too. Blythe has a way of holding everyone’s attention in a room. He had been standing there quietly observing the greetings. He quickly murmurs a hello then goes off after Blythe before Y/N can return it. She isn’t sure what to do and seeing as the only people she knows at the party are groomsmen, she goes upstairs to read on the balcony. She knows she probably shouldn’t be up there, but the balcony was guest free and she really didn’t want to explain who she was to anyone else.

The broken silence from the front yard causes her to look up from the book. She silently watches as it appears the party is being moved outside. Rafe’s arm is wrapped around Blythe’s waist as she makes a speech thanking everyone for being there. Once she is done talking, Rafe follows her around whilst she talks from guest to guest. Rafe and the older lady listen to something Blythe says and they both laugh their heads off. This is why Y/N had to break up with Rafe. She could never be the social butterfly that matched his need to be around people. She could never fake pleasant conversations with people she doesn’t know. She would never want any of the traditional things associated with a wedding. And Rafe deserves all of that. Watching Blythe be all of those things for him cements the idea into Y/N’s mind that she did the right thing for him. He was able to move on and thrive with someone much more like him. With someone who didn’t hold him back.

“Why does it not surprise me that you are up here?” A voice breaks the silence. Y/N turns to see a much older Wheezie at the door of the balcony. “OMG, Wheez. Look how big you’ve gotten. You are such a dignified young woman. Are you driving yet?” Wheezie moves herself to go sit beside Y/N, “Thank you, but I only seem to have gotten bigger because you haven’t seen me in five years. And I am driving. Rafe and Sarah are too scared to be in a car with me though. Blythe lets me drive her but I think only because she wants brownie points with me.”

“It’s still nice of her though. Do you like her?”

“Yeah, but you would let me drive you because you believe in my driving. Not because you want me to like you. You bribed me with cookies for that. She does it because she wants me to like her. She’s nice, though. But you know, she doesn’t make Rafe’s eyes twinkle as much as you do.”

“Louisa, you can’t keep comparing me to her. She’s the one marrying your brother.”

“And you are the one who still has a tighter hold on his heart even if he won’t admit it. You know I’m still angry at you for breaking up with him in the first place. But I missed you too much to be mad at you right now.”

“You gotta stop saying that. And I know you are mad. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have iced you guys out like that. I’m back now though and you can tell me all about your high school experience.”

“Yeah, yeah. We can talk about that later. Right now, I want you to sign my book.”

“You read my book?”

“Of course I did. You tell the best stories. You know Damian is an interesting character.”

“He is, isn’t he? Don’t you just love a good demon love interest?”

“Yeah, that’s totally why I find him interesting…”

Y/N doesn’t comment on Wheezie’s crypticness and follows the girl to her bedroom where the book sits. She signs the book and is dragged back downstairs to the party by the younger girl. Wheezie promises to come back and darts off to who knows where. Y/N is left alone in the kitchen she once used to make dessert cookies for her first date with Rafe. She resorts back to reading her book on the kitchen island. The sound of someone entering the kitchen causes her to look up from her book. Rafe is at the entryway staring at her with a scowl. “Where did you run off to, Y/L/N?”

“I was upstairs on the balcony, reading.”

“You know, typically guests aren’t allowed upstairs during a party.”

“Wheezie didn’t seem to have a problem with it.”

“Yeah, well, she worships the ground you walk on so she isn’t exactly a non-biased host.”

They stare each other down for a few seconds in silence before Y/N decides to break it.

“You told me you wanted to get married at twenty-five.”

“And you told me that you wanted to be with me forever. I guess we are both pretty good at changing our life plan without telling the other.”

“Haha, such a good retort. You really thought that would hurt me, Rafe?” Her words are only half true. The reminder of the choice she made stings a lot if she were to be honest, but she wasn’t about to admit that. Rafe just shakes his head and pushes past her to get to the fridge. He gets a drink out of it, “Whatever, I don’t have time to deal with this.” On his way out of the kitchen, he accidentally brushes her arm with his elbow and the scent of sea breeze and pool overwhelms her. The fact that he still smells the same after all these years causes her breath to hitch and tears to start to swell in her eyes. Rafe wants to pretend like he doesn’t see it. He wants to pretend like he doesn’t care, so he does. Now, she is left alone in the kitchen, wondering where the hell Wheezie went.

Y/N goes in search of the younger girl, but it seems to be like playing a game of Where’s Waldo with the amount of other people in the house. Somehow, Y/N always seems to find herself in the same room as Rafe and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her that every time he spots her, he moves to another room. He’s avoiding her and she obviously understands why he would. Eventually, she gives up on finding Wheezie, but she soon regrets staying in the now-empty backyard. Because Ward Cameron is quick to make his presence known to the girl. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you here.” Y/N looks at Ward with critical eyes, it’s not every day she sees the human embodiment of her insecurities in person. Her hands go to hold her locket and plays with it between her fingers.

“I’m not here out of my free will. The bride wanted me here and what the bride wants, she gets.”

“Ahh, yes. Blythe,” Ward begins, they both look at Rafe and Blythe through the window. “Isn’t she a much better fit for him? She went to UNC with him. She moved to the OBX for him. Look at everything she sacrificed for him.” Y/N watches as Blythe and Rafe interact with the guests of the party. She can’t listen to Ward’s insistent belittling of her, so she does what Rafe would argue she does best and runs away from Tannyhill. She runs as fast as she can back home without a care for her tired limbs. Once safely in the sanctuary of her room, she slams her back against her door and starts crying. She doesn’t know why she is; she’s over Rafe. She let him go, but something about Ward poking holes at all of her insecurities brought back some complicated feelings she always seems to want to repress.

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Rafe had seen Ward talking to Y/N through the glass and he watched confused as she ran off after something his father said. He had no idea what Ward said but he was sure as hell going to find out. The engagement party has finally come to an end. Rose and Blythe went out to do some wedding shopping, while Sarah and Wheezie went to go do sister things, leaving Rafe the perfect opportunity to interrogate Ward. “What did you say to my ex-girlfriend?” Ward turns toward his son in his desk chair, “Nothing she hasn’t already heard before. What does it matter? As far as I know, you didn’t want anything to do with her.” Rafe shakes his head at his dad’s callousness. “Really, Dad? Even after we’ve been broken up for five years, you still find a way to torment her,” Rafe argues.

Ward gives a questioning tilt of his head towards his father, “She broke up with you. How could you still care for you?” “She may have made the decision to break up with me and I will always be angry at her for that. But I’m not oblivious enough to think you were a harmless observer in Y/N and mine’s relationship,” Rafe begins. “I know you probably said some things to her that set our break up into motion. I want to make something clear, Dad. Even if we are broken up, I don’t want you to get your claws into Y/N’s head ever again. She doesn’t deserve it no matter how much she hurt me.” Rafe finishes his threat and gets up from the chair he sits upon. He storms out of Ward’s office without another word.

Taglist: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog @gillybear17 @f4ll-for-you @winterrrnight @maggiecc

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bobardo · 2 months ago

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navigation

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about

EVELYN, EV, LYN, BO. black. legally an adult, mentally a child. not living but surviving, exsiting. basking in a bottemless bardo. (shitty) writer & poet. multifandom. alliteration enthusiast (overuser). le bleu dans ton coeur.

masterlists

main. could you live with just a taste.

recent works

dark!clark kent.

milestones

bang! bang! slumber party.

wips

la vie en rose. little freak.

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nekoannie-chan · 1 year ago

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Masterlist of reblogged authors during 2023 B-E

This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2023 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.

@buckymorelikefuckme

@buckyownsmylife

@buckyseternal

@buckysouvenir

@cactiem

@caplanbuckybarnes

@captainamericasmotercycle

@captain-writing-marvel

@catch22inareddress

@certifiedskywalker

@cevansbaby-dove

@chaoticcollectivenightmare

@chase-your-dreams-away

@chasingmarvel

@chasingmidnights

@chennqingg

@cherienymphe

@chiefdirector

@chocolateeclairsmoralbackbone

@chrisevansredbelt

@clintbartonswife

@cloakanddaggerfanfic

@cockslutpadalecki

@coltrainbat

@copiumm

@crazytxgradstudent

@crazyunsexycool

@cricket-reader

@cruxcantare

@daddysfangirls-marvel

@daisy4chain

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor

@darsynia

@dbnightingale24

@deceitfuldevout

@defectivevillain

@deliciousangelfestival

@disasterofastory

@d-l-dare

@donutloverxo

@drabblewithfrannybarnes

@drmaddict

@dungeonpuppykai

@earth616variant

@echo-bleu

@eddysocs

@e-dubbc11

@elixirfromthestars

#Annie recommends

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nicknickknacks · 6 months ago

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Path to Nowhere x WWE Roster Masterlist

If you are looking for posts featuring a specific character, click on the "Keep reading" part to see the full list!

For those with no links, it means they have not yet been featured here (they may have been featured in the full matches).

MBCC Personnel

MBCC Chief (spoiler tag here)

Nightingale

Faye

Wynn

Unknown Rank

Suspect R

S-Rank Sinners

Zoya

Langley

Bai Yi

NOX

Eirene

Hamel

Summer

Stargazer

Enfer

Oak Casket

OwO

Deren

Etti

Raven

Dreya

Adela

Cabernet

Rahu

Shalom

Coquelic

Mantis

Eleven

Eve

Donald

Lady Pearl

Vanilla

Du Ruo

Yao/Xu

Angell

Bianca

Hestia

+\L.L./+

Moore (spoiler tag here)

000

Korryn

Vautour Bleu

A-Rank Sinners

Chelsea

Hecate

Wendy

Chameleon

Dudu

Anne

Cinnabar

Uni

Sumire

Ninety-Nine

Luvia Ray

Garofano

Matilda

Christina

Thistle

Letta

Dr. Iron

McQueen

Shawn

Rise

Mira

B-Rank Sinners

Lisa

Gekkabijin

Che

K.K.

Kelvin

Hella

#path to nowhere #ptn #ptnxwwe

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johnsbleu · 3 months ago

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Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader Chapter 177

warnings: nsfw moment, stalking, mentions of blood hmh masterlist

Since John has some things to get done today, you and Ronan are having a girls' day. He kissed you both goodbye after breakfast, then he left for the day. You took Ronan to the toy store so she could pick something out before you took her with you to the store to pick up some stuff for dinner. She played with her new toy the entire time and said hi and waved at every person who walked past. It’s her thing right now, and it’s probably the cutest thing ever.

After a trip to the grocery store, you ran a few more errands as quickly as possible since you didn’t want her to grow fussy, then you headed back home. It is a pretty warm day, so you definitely want to spend it outside. Ronan has some toys to play with and you have a book you’ve been dying to read since you brought it home from the shop a week ago.

When you pull into the driveway, a smile immediately spreads on your face. John is back and he’s standing by his car talking with Jimmy. You’re sure he just forgot something, so you pull around his car so you don’t block him in the driveway, and when Ronan sees her favorite guy, she screams with excitement. She’ll never tire of seeing him, and that’s also pretty fucking cute.

“Daddy!” she yells from the backseat, and you roll down her window and laugh when John rushes over.

“Hi, bug.” he leans in and kisses her cheek, “Did you get a new toy?”

From the rearview mirror, you see Ronan hold it up to show her daddy, and she smiles when John gasps and asks her questions about it. Jimmy even comes over to check it out too. John moves aside so Jimmy can talk to Ronan, and he opens your door and smiles at you.

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi,” you give him a small bashful wave that makes him laugh, and he reaches out to help you from the car so he can hug you. “What are you doing home?”

John gives you a quick kiss before gesturing to the house, “Forgot something I needed, then I stopped to talk to Jimmy.”

“Oh, so you still have things to do?” you ask, and he nods his head and smiles when you frown. “Okay. Well, I already did all my errands for the day, so hurry up.”

“I’m letting you two have a girls' day.”

You nod, “We’re having one! I bought some nail polish for her. I found this kind that is strictly made for children, so it’s non-toxic, vegan, cruelty-free, and all kinds of other stuff, and I’m totally losing you because your eyes have glazed over and you’re just nodding your head.”

John starts to smile, “I was listening.”

“Then what did I say?” you put your hands on your hips as he stares at you with a stupid grin on his face. “Exactly.”

“You said it was safe for Ronan to use.” he takes your hands off your hips and wraps them around his waist, pulling you close, “I just have a few more things to do, then I’ll be home.”

You look down when you feel Ronan tugging on your shorts, “Okay, well, we’re having a girls' day and we’re going to paint our nails with non-toxic, vegan, and cruelty-free nail polish.”

“Yeah, I was listening,” he teases, and you roll your eyes before leaning up to kiss him. “Say goodbye to daddy, Ro.”

Ronan hugs tight to John’s leg, then reaches up for a hug. He lifts her into his arms and hugs her, then he kisses her plump cheek before putting her down and kissing you again. You wave bye to Jimmy as he heads down the driveway after saying his goodbyes, then you hold Ronan and wave as John backs out.

“Bye, daddy!” Ronan yells, and you laugh as you look over at her. John taps the horn a few times, and she giggles loudly.

You blow a kiss to John and wave at him, then you take Ronan into the house to paint your nails.

It’s super warm this afternoon, so you and Ronan got settled on a blanket under the tree in the yard. She’s running around with Bleu and Sadie while you watch her, and you laugh when she trips and tumbles to the ground. You’re only laughing because she immediately gets up and keeps running around as the dogs chase her, giggling non-stop.

One day, she fell, and John immediately made a huge deal about it, which, yeah, is completely understandable, but because his reaction was so intense, so was hers. She sobbed. She didn’t even hurt herself. She just tripped over her feet. John took her into his arms and cuddled her until she felt better, then later she did it again (She’s a toddler, what do you expect?), and you playfully gasped and said "Uh oh!” and had a much more laidback reaction. She didn’t cry. She just got up and said “I okay,” before running off to play. You told John that if his reaction is intense, she’s going to feed off that.

It’s like those videos where the parents use their hand to hit the door, then they say “Oh no, are you okay?” to the baby, who then starts crying. They didn’t even get hurt. They’re just basing their reaction on yours.

Ronan is a Wick through and through, though. That girl will fall seven times and get back up eight. She is so John’s daughter.

You tilt your head back and close your eyes when a light breeze blows past, but you look down when you feel something hit your arm. You furrow your brow and pick up the candy wrapper, then you look around the yard.

Usually, you don’t get much litter in the yard. Mill Neck is very adamant about picking up any and all trash left around. You’ve never even seen a cigarette butt on the sidewalk before. They constantly patrol the neighborhood and the lake behind your house and are always picking up trash.

When another wrapper blows past, you quickly sit up and grab it before standing up and scanning the yard. Maybe a raccoon got into the garbage last night. You walk over to the garbage can to investigate with Ronan and the dogs right on your heels. She’s found a stick that she’s now waving around, so both dogs run off and finally plop down in the yard for some rest. You sure wouldn’t want to be in the way of her and that giant stick.

“Careful, Ro.” you say as you walk around the side of the house, “Uh oh, not near the windows.”

Ronan looks up at you with her big brown eyes--she is so John’s twin--then she nods her head and takes a few steps away before waving it around some more, knocking it against a flower pot and a patio chair. You make your way to the back of the house and keep looking around for any wrappers while Ronan gasps and finds more sticks to play with, you assume.

“What the hell?” you whisper to yourself when you find another wrapper for an energy bar.

“Momma!” Ronan calls out, and you turn around to see her walking over with a plastic bag in one hand and a clear water bottle that is definitely holding something that is not water.

“Put that down! Now!” you yell loudly and completely on impulse, and Ronan drops it and immediately starts to cry. You didn’t think about how your tone would absolutely scare her. You quickly rush over and grab her hands since she always sucks her thumb when she’s tired or sad, and you rush her into the house while she cries. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

You take her into the bathroom and immediately put some soap on her hands, scrubbing them vigorously and lathering the soap up nicely before rinsing it away. She’s still crying, but you’ll console her in a minute.

After drying her hands, you walk out to the living room and set her in your lap as you sit on the couch. You move her wispy brown hair from her eyes and press a kiss to her forehead. Her thumb immediately goes into her mouth. Thank god you washed her hands.

“I am so sorry that I yelled, baby.” you whisper against her warm forehead, “What you were holding was icky, and I didn’t want you to get dirty. I’m sorry. I love you.”

Ronan nuzzles into the crook of your neck and tries to say she loves you back. You give her a big kiss, then you hold her tight in your arms, rocking her gently. It’s almost nap time for her anyway. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep, so you carry her up to her room and let her rest for a bit before wandering back outside to check everything out--this time with gloves and a pair of tongs.

You pick up the bottle Ronan had and inspect it. Definitely pee. You search the bag and find more energy bars, protein bars, and an energy drink. There’s a receipt too, and it’s dated for just a few days ago. You try to recall if any work was done on the house around that time, but no one has been here.

From the corner of your eye, you spot a wrapper catching the sunlight, so you walk over and find a few more behind a bush, along with a matted-up blanket. It’s definitely time to call John.

You peel off the gloves and toss them on the ground next to the other wrappers, then you grab your phone, cradling it between your ear and shoulder as you walk back into the house for another pair of gloves and a garbage bag.

“Hey,” John answers after the third ring, “Can I call you right back?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s fine. No biggie. Just call me back when you can.” you say, then you hang up with John. You bring the garbage bag outside and snap a quick picture of what you’ve found, then you send it to John with no context. He’ll want to see a picture of it anyway when you talk to him.

After gathering everything in the garbage bag, you sit down on the side patio and wait for John to call you back. He does after about 5 minutes.

“What the hell was that picture you just sent me?”

“Have we had anyone over in the past week working on the house?”

John is quiet while he thinks, “No. Last time someone came out was for the pool. Why?”

“Well, I just…found that stuff in the bush behind the house.”

“What?”

You shrug, “Yeah, I found some empty wrappers blowing through the yard, so I went to look around, thinking it was a raccoon or something. Ronan found a bottle of something that is definitely not water.”

“Peach, when I asked if I could call you back, you should have said no because it was important. I would have dropped what I was doing.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to drop everything for me.”

John scoffs, “It’s not okay, and yes, I do. I’m down the street right now.”

You smile as you get up and walk over to the driveway just as John pulls in. You hang up the phone and stuff it into your pocket, then you shrug when John looks at you.

John immediately gets out and rushes to you, “Are you okay?”

You nod as he looks you over, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Where is everything?” he asks, and you point over your shoulder. He takes your hand and drags you with him, “Don’t ever say this is nothing, mouse. This is important.”

“I felt like maybe it was nothing. Maybe it is nothing.” You hope anyway. “Maybe it’s Logan’s stuff from when he stayed out here once before he moved in.”

That doesn’t make sense though. The receipt was from a few days ago, and Logan has been staying at the house for a while now.

“Logan has been here for months. It can’t be from him.” John takes a deep breath and kneels down to look at everything, “You have gloves or something?”

You hand John the tongs. He looks up at you and laughs before taking them.

“We’ll need a new pair,” John says, shaking his head, “Definitely not flipping burgers with this anytime soon.”

Taking a deep breath, you kneel down next to him, “What do you think?”

“I think…” he takes a moment and looks at everything before looking at you, “I think someone has been staying in our backyard.”

“Staying?”

John clenches his jaw, “Or worse.”

You swallow hard and nod your head, nervousness and uncertainty settling into your gut, “Like…watching us?”

The thought makes you absolutely sick. Not only could someone be watching you, they could be watching Ronan. It’s a huge violation of privacy. And creepy. So fucking creepy.

“I gotta call Jimmy,” John says as he stands up. He reaches for your hand and helps you up, “Make sure every window and door is locked.”

“I will,” you look up at him and nod, and he quickly leans down to kiss you. “I love you.”

John is sensing that you’re scared, so he smiles softly as he cups your face, “I love you too. Now go inside.”

You hold his gaze as you tear up and watch his demeanor change from the soft, caring man you married to the cold, ruthless Baba Yaga. He immediately cracks when he sees a tear slide down your cheek.

“I’m going to protect you,” he whispers against your temple as you cry, “I’m going to protect you and Ronan both. Please go inside. I need to know you’re locked inside and that you’re safe.”

“What about you?”

John lets out a small laugh, “I’ll be fine. I’ll keep my phone and my keys on me at all times. Set the security system too.”

“Okay,” your chin wobbles as you look down and close your eyes, then you look up at him, “Find whoever this is.”

“Trust me,” John looks into your eyes intensely, “I plan on it.”

You watch John as he walks away, but he abruptly turns around and rushes back to you, reaching for you. He takes your face in his hands and presses a deep and desperate kiss to your lips, then several soft ones, before resting his forehead against yours for a moment.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N.” he whispers, tears rolling down your cheeks when you look at him. Using his thumb, he wipes them away and kisses your forehead. “Get inside and lock that door.”

Unfortunately there’s been no news the past two days. That’s a good thing and a bad thing. There’s been no signs of anyone coming into the backyard since John put up some security cameras. When you went to bed last night, he was looking at the security cameras, and he was still looking at them when you woke up this morning.

As soon as you realized that someone was staying in the backyard, you packed a big bag for Ronan and took her to your parents' house. They understood and even offered their guest bedroom to you and John. He jumped on the opportunity, but only if it was for you to stay there, not him. You’re not going anywhere if he isn’t with. Ronan is safe with your parents, but you’re not leaving John’s side.

Logan was made aware of what was going on too, and you and John felt it would be best if he wasn’t at the house either, so he’s staying with Jimmy and Tess. He wanted to be a little closer so he could get his things for work, plus he gets along really well with Jimmy.

The living room is too open for John’s comfort, so he’s been making you stay in your bedroom. At night, you can close the curtains and lock the door to the balcony and know that no one can see in, but you can’t do the same in the living room.

“I can’t do this.” you say as you turn around to look at John, “I can’t just…live my life in our bedroom. I miss our daughter. I miss our living room. I miss going outside.”

John sits up straight and nods, “I know. It’s not forever.”

“Well, I’m about to rage.” you say, and John smiles a little. “I’m not kidding. I’m about to go in the yard and scream at the top of my lungs. Why does this person get to have this control over us?”

“Because we don’t know why they’re out there watching.”

You pout with your whole body and flop face down onto the bed. John lightly scratches your back and smiles when you look at him, and he sets aside the laptop and opens his arms to hold you. After you get into his arms, he reaches for it again and sets it in his lap.

“This is all you’ve been doing for 24 hours,” you whisper, looking at the different views around your yard, “Aren’t you bored?”

“Yes and no.” he says, and you look up at him, “Yes, because not much is happening, but also no, because Jimmy was taking Sadie for a walk and got tangled in her leash and tripped.”

You start to laugh as you look back at the laptop, but the laughter quickly fades, “I just want to know who this person is.”

“Me too.”

Closing your eyes, you nuzzle closer to him, “Do you think they’ll show up again?”

“I hope so,” he whispers, rubbing your side, “I’ll be waiting for him when he does.”

Shooting up in bed, you look over at John as he quickly rushes out of the bedroom. You get up and follow behind him, calling out, but he’s not waiting for you. He flings the door open and runs into the yard, and you stay in the house for a moment. It’s pitch black outside; you can’t see anything. You rush into the kitchen and get a flashlight, then you step outside and shine it around the yard.

“John?” you call out, not stepping foot off the patio, “John?”

After waiting for a few minutes, you go back inside and lock the door, still searching in the darkness for him. You hear footsteps coming up to the house, so you wait a moment before you see John. You quickly unlock the door to let him in, then you lock it behind him as he pants.

“Did you see him?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“He…” he exhales loudly and stands up, taking the flashlight from you and covering the living room in darkness so no one can see the two of you, “He was in the backyard. I was falling asleep, and the motion sensor woke me up. He was back.”

“What do we do?”

John grabs his phone and calls Jimmy. Despite it being almost two in the morning, Jimmy answers on the third ring.

“He was back,” John says, reaching for your hand and leading you upstairs. “Yeah, I just chased him around the yard. He’s fast. No, no, she’s okay. She’s right here with me. She didn’t stay inside like I told her to, but she’s okay.”

You shrug bashfully when he looks at you. He made you promise that you wouldn’t leave the house when he went outside after dark, but it was on impulse. You couldn’t just let him run out there in the dark.

John shuts and locks the bedroom door, “Yeah. I’m gonna keep looking. Hopefully one of the cameras got a good view of him. Yeah, I’ll send it right over if I find something. Sorry for waking you up.”

Since you’re sitting next to John in a silent room, you can hear Jimmy telling John not to apologize and to call if he finds anything else. You smile to yourself. Jimmy really is the best.

John hangs up with Jimmy and looks at you, “I told you to stay in the house.”

“I know you did, but--”

“No!” he says sternly as he looks at you, “I told you to stay in the house. I don’t care what your excuse is.”

You furrow your brow in anger, “You can’t tell me what to do!”

“I don’t tell you what to do, Y/N, you know that. I’m telling you to stay in the house when there’s a fucking stalker on the loose. I’m telling you to stay inside so you don’t get hurt. I don’t know if he’s carrying a gun or a knife with him, and I don’t know what his intentions are. You stay in the damn house next time.” he says, and you both stare each other down. He raises his brows, “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” you scoff, and he chuckles as he reaches for your hand. You sigh loudly, “Sorry.”

John tugs your arm to get you to move closer, “I can’t lose you, and you know I’m not telling you what to do; I never have told you what to do and I never will.”

“I know,” you frown as you look up at him, “I was just scared when you ran outside. I was only out there for a few minutes.”

“Next time it’s zero minutes, okay?” he presses a kiss to your forehead and helps you lie down. “Are you tired?”

You nod as you look up at him, “Yeah, but I can’t sleep.”

John rests his hand on your hip, “Well, can I distract you?”

“Well, shouldn’t you be watching the cameras?”

He takes a deep breath, “I chased him down. He won’t come back tonight, I promise. He knows we’re watching.”

“Then yes, please distract me,” you reach up to cup his face, then you pull him down to your lips as he slips his hand into your underwear and rubs your clit. He slowly slides his middle finger deep inside of you and lets out a small laugh when he feels how wet you are. You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah, so I think you’re hot when you’re assertive. What about it?”

John smiles softly as he looks down at you, then he pulls the blanket over you both as he moves down between your legs.

Tess and Jimmy came over first thing this morning, and the guys went outside to scope everything out while you made breakfast. They came back in and ate, still talking about what they should do next. You finished eating and went to the living room with everyone, and now you’re just sitting around trying to wrap your head around everything.

“So, we have a stalker.”

Jimmy nods, “Sounds like it.”

“Why would someone want to stalk us?” you ask, and Jimmy shrugs.

Tess shrugs, “People stalk for all kinds of reasons. Who knows. It could be something like they like your house or…someone is stalking John because they saw him at the mall and thought he was hot. People are fucking weird.”

“Could it be Matt?” you ask, and John shakes his head. “Are you sure?”

“It’s not him,” Jimmy chimes in, glancing at John. “I immediately checked with a buddy at the station. He’s not even in New York anymore. Lives somewhere in southern New Jersey now. We matched the dates from the receipt and he wasn’t in New York. As far as I know, he moved shortly after you got married.”

Tess chuckles, “After John beat his ass.”

“Maybe it’s your ex.” John says, and you look at him, “What was his name? Drake?”

You jerk your head back, “Derek? What? No! And why does it have to be my ex? We ran into him months ago. I haven’t even talked to him in forever, not since I ran into him, and he was cool about everything. You even met him! Why would it be him?”

“I don’t have anyone who would want to watch me.”

“You’re John Wick, of course you do!” you say loudly, then you shake your head, “What about your crazy ex, Rachel? She applied for a job at our shop and wanted to fuck you! She practically admitted it!”

John shakes his head, “It’s not her, but I don’t know about your ex.”

“Oh, so you’re blaming me for this?”

John furrows his brow in anger, “I’m not blaming you. I’m thinking about potential people.”

“Well, you’re really shit at it.” you say as you cross your arms, “Why does it have to be about me? Why is it my fault that this is happening?”

“Hey!” Tess stands between the two of you and puts her hands out, “Stop. Why are you two fighting when you should be leaning on each other for support?”

John closes his eyes for a moment before looking over at you, “I’m sorry. I just…I’m just trying to think of people.”

“Well, it’s not him.” you say, and John nods. “I can call him to prove it. Though…now that I think about it, I don’t have his number--because I don’t talk to him.”

“I believe you,” John says, and you nod your head. “I believe you, peach.”

Tess grimaces when you look at her, “But how do you know?”

“I don’t.” you admit as you shrug, “I don’t know for sure, but I don’t think it’s him.”

Why would it even be Derek? You ran into him a while ago at a restaurant and even introduced him to John and Ronan. It’s not him. He’s moved on and the break-up was completely amicable, and quite literally years ago. It’s not him.

You grab your phone from the coffee table and pull up Instagram. You get to his profile and see he’s just recently added to his stories, so you open it. Relief washes over you when you see that he’s not even in the state. He’s not even in the country.

“He’s in Costa Rica.” you say, turning your phone to show everyone, “From the looks of it, he’s been there for a while. Something for work. He’s been there nearly two months.”

“The receipt was from a few days ago,” John says, holding your gaze, “It’s not him.”

You let out a big breath and shake your head slightly, “I’ll be right back.”

You just need a moment to yourself, so you head up to your room. You sit down on the bed and put your head in your hands, then you rub your tired eyes. You’ve barely gotten any sleep.

“I’m not blaming you, peach,” John says from behind you, and you look over your shoulder as he walks over in the dark room. The curtains have been completely shut all day. He sits down next to you and wraps his arm around your waist, “I’m sorry that it came across like I was accusing you. This isn’t your fault. I don’t want you to think that at all.”

“It wouldn’t be him. He wouldn’t do that.”

John nods, “Maybe I just accused him for personal reasons.”

You furrow your brow when you look at him, but you nod when you see the guilty look on his face and his big puppy-dog eyes.

“I don’t want to be with him, John.” you say as you turn to face him, “I haven’t for years. I just want to be with you.”

“I know,” he nods, sighing loudly, “I know that. I just remember how he looked at you that night that you ran into him, and…I’m just being jealous.”

You smile as you reach over to cup his face, “You don’t have to be jealous of anyone ever. You know how much I want you. You know how much I love you, so please don’t be jealous of someone from my past.”

John looks at you and starts to smile since every now and then you get a little jealous about his relationship with Helen. Hey, you’re human, okay?

“I’ll do the same,” you say as he leans over to kiss your cheek. You smile softly at him before it fades and you begin to worry again, “Are we sure it’s not Matt?”

“It’s not,” John shakes his head. “As soon as we found the stuff in the yard, I asked Jimmy to look into it. It’s not him. Selfishly hoped it was, so I could beat the shit out of him again, but it’s not him. I don’t know who it could be, but if I’m honest, it’s…it’s probably someone from my past, not yours.”

You shake your head, “We don’t know that, John. We can’t jump to conclusions here. All we know is that someone has been staying in the backyard. We don’t know anything else.”

“Whether it’s someone watching us or staying in the backyard, we keep these curtains closed at all times. No more sitting in the living room either.”

“So,” you pause for dramatic effect, “We just…don’t live a life then?”

John sighs, “For now.”

You get up from the bed and exhale loudly, “Okay.”

John stands up and reaches for your hand when you walk past, and he pulls you into his arms and holds you, resting his forehead against yours. He tips your chin up and kisses you softly, leaving his lips there for a few moments before kissing you deeper. He slips his tongue into your mouth as he slides his hand down to your ass, then he grips it and cups your face in his other hand.

You get a little worked up from kissing him, so you pant as you lean back to look into his eyes, “Don’t leave me. I don’t want to be alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” he whispers, and you close your eyes, “Ronan is safe with your parents--Dan assured me of that. But I don’t want you leaving my side.”

Closing your eyes, you lean against his chest for a few moments, listening to his heart pounding. He wraps his arms around you tightly and holds you, then he rubs your back and nods his head toward the doorway, so you head back downstairs.

“You know, I was thinking…” Tess turns around and gestures to the floor to ceiling glass walls, “You might wanna get rid of this.”

“We are,” John says, and you scoff and look back at him.

You roll your eyes, “We’re not. I’m not changing my house because someone is being a freak and spying on us. We’re not getting rid of it. Sure, we’ll get some curtains, but the glass walls stay. We’re not ruining the aesthetic of this house.”

“Fuck the aesthetic,” Tess says, and you look at her.

“No. I’m not changing my house because of some person. You can’t even see our living room unless you’re standing in our driveway. The walls stay.” you say firmly as you look at them all, “I’m not changing my life for someone who is violating my privacy. End of discussion.”

Tess puffs out her cheeks and lets out air as she looks at John, “A spitfire, that one.”

“I know,” John smiles as he looks at you, “I love it.”

John has been patrolling the yard for the past two nights before bed. He goes out there and stays out until he’s searched every inch of the lawn. He checks the bushes, behind the garbage cans, and the dock on the lake. He checks the backyard nearly five times before you finally call him inside. He comes inside very reluctantly. You both make sure the house is completely locked up, the security system is set, and there are no lights left on inside before you head up to your room for the night and lock yourselves in.

“Should we get a gate at the end of the driveway?”

You look over at him as you both brush your teeth. You quickly spit out the toothpaste and put your toothbrush away before turning to him while he finishes up.

“No,” you shake your head when he looks at you, “I don’t want us to cut ourselves off from people here. Tess comes over too, so what am I supposed to do every time she wants to come over? Tell her that she needs to wait for me to open a fucking gate for her? Or tell her that I’ll meet her down there? I’m not locking us away. Plus Bleu and Sadie run from Tess’ house to ours.”

“I know, but--”

You take a deep breath, “I get it. You’re trying to protect us and I love that, but I don’t want to lock myself away because someone is watching us. I want to know who it is so we can lock them away.”

“And I’m going to find them,” he says, and you nod your head, “They have violated our privacy. They’ve made you feel unsafe in our home. I will find them.”

“I know you will.” you place your hand on his chest as you look up at him, “I believe you.”

John sighs as he looks at you. He’s been beating himself up over this. He can’t catch this person who is making you feel unsafe, and he feels like he’s failing.

“Do you still feel safe with me?”

“Of course I do,” you wrap your arms around his neck, “Why do you think I’ve been stuck to your side?”

John closes his eyes, “I can’t catch him though.”

“But you will.” you reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, “I know you will, John. We’ll catch him.”

Holding tight to one another, you stand on your tiptoes and bury your face in the crook of his neck, finding safety and comfort in his arms. You try to keep yourself from yawning, but you can’t, so you lean back and yawn as John laughs.

“Let’s go to bed.” he whispers, and you smile softly.

He won’t sleep a wink tonight, knowing that there’s someone out there, but at least he’ll be by your side.

Since Ronan has been with your parents at night, you and John have been spending the day with her. You’ve taken her to the museum and, of course, the aquarium--you put that season pass to good use, and thankfully she never tires of the place. You’ve been spending all day with her and John, but his mind is still back at the house. H’es laughing and enjoying the time that you’re all spending together, but his smile will slowly fade as the worries creeps back in. He knows that he can’t just sit there all day since whoever is stalking will show up once you aren’t there.

Ronan clearly misses you and John since she’s clinging to your hands as you walk through the aquarium together. Once she gets to her favorite part--the rainforest area--she lets go and runs over to crawl through the tunnel. Her giggle echoes through the tunnel, and you snap a few pictures of her inside as she points at the snake wrapped around the branch.

“I swear if she could get in there and cuddle with it, she would,” John says, and you look up at him, “She is too sweet.”

You look back at Ronan as she waves at the snake and talks to it, “I want this to be over.”

“What?”

“This…stalker shit. I want to be able to bring our daughter home.” you look at her and smile, “She deserves to be able to come home. She deserves to be able to play in the yard with Bleu and with us.”

John wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, “And you deserve to feel safe.”

“I don’t care about me.”

“But I do,” he says, hugging you close to his side, “And I’ll make sure that you both are safe.”

Ronan comes running back over to you, pointing at a colorful bird flying overhead, then she squeals with excitement and takes off running up to the next exhibit that is housing a huge lizard or something. Of course, she crawls into that tunnel as well and smiles when the creature crawls past her. John nudges you and points to the tunnel. You break out in a grin when you look at him, then you quickly crawl inside to join Ronan.

Men are screaming loudly in the yard as you shake on the couch, clinging to a pillow. There are cops everywhere, and their blue and red lights are flashing brightly through the window. There’s even one parked in the middle of your yard.

Ten minutes ago, you and John were just sitting on the couch watching a movie when you both saw something from the corner of your eye. It was the stalker. He was just standing there, watching you through the window. You saw him but didn’t react. You just quietly whispered to John, but he already knew. He had spotted him a few minutes before you mentioned it. He said he wanted to play it cool and see if he could sneak away. Before John could even do that, the stalker banged on the window, and John immediately jumped up to chase after him while you called the cops.

The door opens, and you instantly tense up until you see that it’s Jimmy.

“Where’s John?”

“I don’t know!” you get up and walk to him, “He ran out.”

Jimmy rubs his hand over his face and looks outside, “We can’t find him or the guy.”

“There!” someone yells, and you see the stalker running across the lawn with John hot on his trail.

Jimmy puts his arm out to protect you and keep you inside, but you push past him and run onto the patio. You hear the splashing of water as if someone is running along the shore, then a gunshot rings out and causes you to freeze for a moment. Your blood runs cold, and everything is silent for a minute, like the entire world went on mute. But another shot rings out, and you immediately take off running. You hear several more gunshots and duck down when one hits a tree next to you, then you keep running to John.

“Wait! No!” Jimmy yells as he chases after you. “Don’t look!”

You have to. You have to look. Because you know who was shot. You know it deep down. John didn’t have a gun when he ran outside.

As soon as you get closer, you see John. He’s holding his side. You run up to him and immediately press your hand over his, searching his eyes.

“I’m okay.” he says, nodding his head as he pants, “I’m okay.”

“No, no, no!” you cry as you help him sit down. You move his hair from his face before looking up, “Help!”

John coughs a little and reaches up to touch your face, “Peach, I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” you cry as you lift his shirt to look at his side covered in blood, “Oh, my god! Help!”

Jimmy slides up next to you and immediately applies pressure to John’s side. He yells out something to another cop, but you can’t hear what it was over your cries.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whisper to John as you lean closer, “John…”

John opens his eyes, “I’m okay. Just a graze. Did they catch him?”

You look over your shoulder to see two cops wrestling someone down onto the ground, and you catch a glimpse of the stalker before you look back at John, who is trying to keep his eyes open.

“Mrs. Wick,” an EMT kneels down next to you and looks at your hands that are covered in John’s blood. She smiles softly at you, “Let’s get up so we can get him into an ambulance, okay?”

“I don’t--” you reach for his arm and cling to it, “I don’t want to leave him!”

She smiles sincerely, “You can stay by his side the entire time, I swear.”

“I’m fine!” John says as he tries to get up, but Jimmy pushes him back down. “Get off! I need to find him!”

“They got him, man. He’s in custody.” Jimmy says, and you lightly rub John’s arm to get him to look at you.

You lean down and kiss him, “We have to get you to the hospital.”

“I don’t want to go.” he whispers softly, and you lean closer, “I need to find him.”

“He’s in custody. He’s not going anywhere.” you say, rubbing his cheek softly, “But we need to get you to a hospital.”

John closes his eyes in defeat and nods his head, “Fine. I can walk though.”

The EMT smiles when you look at her, “Nice try, Mr. Wick. You’re going on a stretcher.”

He’ll run otherwise. He’ll chase the car down to get to that guy, you know it. It was personal before, but now with the gunshot wound in his side, it really is.

You stand up while they get John onto the stretcher, and you smile when he reaches for your hand. You walk alongside him as they push the stretcher through the yard to the ambulance, then you get in after they put him inside.

“Mrs. Wick,” an officer says, and you look over at him. “We’ll need you to come to the station to identify the suspect.”

You shake your head, “I’m not leaving John’s side. You hold him there until then.”

“Yes, ma’am.” he nods before walking off.

To be honest, it felt kind of nice to have all that power just then.

You look back at John and smile softly when you see him looking at you, “We’re gonna get this all fixed.”

“Don’t cry,” he whispers as he reaches up to cup your face, “I’m okay.”

Immediately, you start crying harder as you lean down and rest your forehead against his. He wraps his hand around your arm and squeezes lightly as the ambulance pulls onto the street and turns on the lights and sirens. The EMTs in the back are getting something set up for John while you sit back and hold tight to his hand. He’s still trying so hard to keep his eyes open.

“Peach,” he says with his eyes shut, and you lean forward until you’re closer to him, “I love you.”

You smile and let out a small laugh, “I love you too, but you’re scaring me. Don’t start saying goodbye.”

“I’m fine. I’ve been through worse,” he laughs with his eyes closed. He hums when you rub your thumb over his cheek, “Stay with me though, okay? I’ll protect you.”

“I know,” you smile, resting your head on his chest, “I’m staying right here.”

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pompadourpink · 2 years ago

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Les temps du futur

Le futur proche

The near future is the tense one uses to talk about an action that is about to happen, like the name suggests, in a short period of time. It is built by adding the verb aller (to go) conjugate in the indicative present tense and the infinitive form of the second verb that expresses the action.

je vais, tu vas, il va, nous allons, vous allez, ils vont

It is used specifically when this action is not only close but also linked to the moment the sentence is pronounced and expresses a high level of confidence that the action will in fact be done.

Tu vas monter dans ta chambre - you are going to go up to your room

Ils vont arriver d'ici une heure - they are going to be here in an hour

Le futur simple

The simple future refers to an action that will happen at some point in the future and still has the possibility to be cancelled or forgotten about. Be warned: the conjugation looks quite similar to the present conditional but it's rather simple: for regular verbs, all you have to do is keep the infinitive and add imperfect endings.

The irregular verbs are the auxiliaries, aller, -ir verbs accueillir, acquérir, conquérir, cueillir, recueillir, tenir, venir (+ derivatives: contenir, retenir, advenir, devenir...) and -oir verbs mouvoir, prévoir, pouvoir, pourvoir, s'asseoir, savoir, valoir, voir.

La conjugaison

-rai, -ras, -ra, -rons, -rez, -ont

je marcherai, tu marcheras, il marchera, nous marcherons, vous marcherez, ils marcheront

je finirai, tu finiras, il finira, nous finirons, vous finirez, ils finiront

je courrai, tu courras, il courra, nous courrons, vous courrez, ils courront

je ferai, tu feras, il fera, nous ferons, vous ferez, ils feront

Auxiliaries: je serai, tu seras, il sera, nous serons, vous serez, ils seront + j'aurai, tu auras, il aura, nous aurons, vous aurez, ils auront

N.B. -eler and -eter verbs get an accent and consonant ajustements: appeler > j'appellerai, acheter > j'achèterai; in -yer verbs the y turns into i: essuyer > j'essuyerai

Le futur antérieur

The perfect future is a compound tense made of an auxiliary conjugated in the simple future and a past participle.

je serai, tu seras, il sera, nous serons, vous serez, ils seront

j'aurai, tu auras, il aura, nous aurons, vous aurez, ils auront

It can either be used alone or followed by another clause conjugated in the simple future that refers to what will happen depending on the first action.

Vous aurez fini de manger dans dix minutes - you'll be done eating in ten minutes

Je serai arrivée quand tu te réveilleras - I will have arrived when you'll wake up

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magicxc · 1 year ago

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Hills and Valleys

Synopsis: Legend has it that Halloween is strictly for the scares. With ghouls and goblins, vampires and werewolves, witches and broomsticks, who could disagree?

However, all this friend group wanted was a little trick or treat. Sprinkle in a few party favors, loud music, and a cabin in the woods, the myth was bound to come true.

Lurking around the corner is danger like never before, eager to bring this night to a bloody finish.

So join these friends as they fight to make it through a Halloween they’ll never forget, proving that "the scare" is more than just a fantasy.

Word Count: 1573

Warnings: drowning

Chapter 2 - Julianna’s POV

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“Let’s fucking gooooooo,” I yell into the crowd.

I don’t know what it is about LMFAO that gets me pumped, but they’re definitely a vibe. That group was inescapable in 2012 and then they just fell off the face of the earth, damn.

But before I can contemplate it any further, a drink is being pushed into my hands by none other than the fender bender himself. Man, I haven’t seen that asshole on tv since adult swim was poppin.

“Is this that Jekyll and Gin?” I shout over the music.

“Nah, this that beetlejuice,” they answered.

Eyeing the cup for potential bugs, I shrug my shoulders and take it to the head cause lets be real, the craziest names yield the best taste.

Next thing I know is that I’m ass up face down in the middle of the dancefloor bussing the meanest of whines for Freddy Kruger. And if I hear another Megan Thee Stallion song, Imma show him why she really calls us hotties.

But unfortunately for him, inebriated me has the tendency to fake an accent or two, though I usually don’t know which one will get the chance to shine until the drunk meter hits full.

“Sacre bleu nigga, Im tryna throw this ass back on youuu. So open your arms wide, bend those knees, and catch it ohh ouiiii.”

“Girl you play too fucking much,” he retorted.

So apparently the accent of the day is French.

We dance on each other for a few more songs, my ass firmly placed in his hands while his pelvis roughly grinds into me; our bodies cradled together as we move to the rhythm of the beat. Slick comments like “get a room” or “use a condom” get thrown at us and it’s then that I leave for a breather before I fuck him there and then.

Unwrapping myself from his arms, I get ready to go, promising that I’ll be back while he smacks my ass in return. Deciding on a cup of water before I step outside for some fresh air, I make a beeline for the kitchen damn near knocking over Lynn in the process.

“Woahhh where’s the fire,” she jokes.

“In my vagina,” I yell. “Freddy Krugers big dick gave my ass two muthafucking heartbeats bitch.”

“You whore, you smashed on the first night?”

“No, but I’m about to,” I smirked.

“Shittt join the team, I smashed the first night and became a girlfriend.”

“Girl when haven't you?”

Shrugging her shoulders, she downs the last of her drink as her beefy military guy comes up and snakes his arms around her waist; an acknowledging nod thrown my way.

“Jason, right?”

“All day.”

“I’d love to stay and talk, but I’m legit burning from the inside out,” I said, fanning myself.

“I think Lorenzo left the backdoor open,” Jason pointed out. “I’ve seen people in and out that thing all night.”

“Mhmm, yeah take a breather and air that cat out before you buss it wide open.”

“Fuck you!” I laughed, middle finger high in the air. “Honestly I’m surprised I’ve made it this long at his party as is.”

“At the rate you’re going, we’ll probably have to haul you out of here,” Jason chirped.

“Y’all aren't still ‘beefing’ are you?”

“You know how he goes Lynn, if Lenny does nothing else he’ll hold a grudge.”

“Just give it some time.”

About two months ago Lenny threw a surprise party for himself, however the fuck that works, and invited the usual crew and then some. He rented out a party hall because quite frankly we were tired of helping him clean up after his usual weekend shenanigans; and it was his birthday so ideally he wanted to get fucked up without being responsible for any mess he made.

As the night goes on we’re all chopping it up and getting lit and I spy this gorgeous girl, I’m talking ten out of ten baddie. Now I’m far from shy, especially when it comes to something that I want, so I slid over to her, hit her with some of my best lines and made that shit official like a referee with a whistle. We end up clicking instantly. She’s downing drinks back to back with me, fucking up the dance floor with me, and even tried her hands at skiing the slopes for the first time.

All in all things are going better than expected, hell I'm starting to think it's my birthday. At some point, we start taking body shots and somehow her trying to wedge the lime from my teeth ends with us liplocking, that slice of citrus long forgotten as it hits the floor. Our makeout session ends abruptly, both of us yanked apart with a fuming Lenny in front of us.

Apparently she was a coworker of his who he’d been eyeing for a minute and I swooped in and ruined the possibility of something more. But the thing is, he had no chances with this woman in the first place and had he paid close enough attention through those bullshit conversations that he forced on her in the break room, he would’ve realised that sis was gay.

Truth be told, I bruised his ego more than anything. And the fact that he pulled such a stunt like that, in his drunken state, in front of friends, family and coworkers has him a little more embarrassed than he lets on.

I think Lenny is the bees knees and I would’ve never approached his crush had I known, but it still stings that he’s essentially beating a dead horse. I feel like he tolerates me these days because of the crew and quite frankly I’m over the silly nonsense. He’s my absolute fave of the bunch, our personalities being so similar and all. But after tonight he’ll hear everything I have to say whether he likes it or not.

“Anyway I’m off to, as you so eloquently put it, air this cat out,” I joke. “Later sugar.”

“Dammit, is nothing sacred?” She screams.

Chuckling, I make it to the back door, walking over to one of the nearby trees to light a joint. Bringing it to my lips, I inhale the smoky goodness, eyelids heavy from fun. Swallowing it down, I rest my head against the branch as the crunching of leaves takes me out of my daze.

Spinning around, a small smile dangles at the corner of my lips as I eye the familiar face. Exhaling, I hand over the joint, a question that doesn’t need to be asked. Hands swiping over mine, the blunt slides from my fingers and between their lips in response; a newfound sense of serenity as we enjoy the low thumping of the music.

Halloween aside, autumn is my absolute favorite season for the beautiful, warm colors that it produces - from the red tinted leaves, to the orange pumpkins, and the golden sunsets. The air is crispier and the breeze blows a little cooler and the wind tastes a little fresher. I don’t know but it’s something about the way the earth turns on its axis around this time of year that brings a newfound joy to me.

Eyes closed in blissful solace, I listen in as another crunching of the leaves ensues, only this time I’m the reason for the noise. A fist to my jaw has my face slamming against the tree trunk, body tumbling to the ground as I try my best to recover from the force of it all.

Hands desperately grabbing at the earth, dirt and debris get painfully wedged underneath my fingernails, watching the droplets of blood seep into the soil.

Trying my best to scramble up off the ground in my drunken state, a kick to my temple makes all my efforts futile, vision blurring as I lose my fight with consciousness.

|~~

My body feels cold and heavy, lungs intensely burning while my head feels an insane amount of pressure. Eyes shooting open, I see what looks to be the moon, a full one at that. Can you imagine, a full moon on Halloween? I see the universe has a sense of humor.

I feel my body sink further into the cold, wet depths, limbs thrashing against whatever has me restrained and it occurs to me that I may not be able to talk my way out of this one. The more I struggle, the more water pours into my lungs, filling my chest with a fiery ache; salty tears submerged as my nose splatters furious bubbles at my body's pitiful attempt to cough up the water and relieve my chest.

They say it takes about 40 seconds to drown and though I’ve only been down here for about half that, it feels like twice that time. I’ve always wanted to go in my sleep, peacefully and without a clue. But as I stare up at the hazy moon, surrounded by a deep blue sky, stars sprinkled in between, I figure this isn’t the worst thing to see last. Relaxing into the water, I give up my struggle and take a big gulp, ready to accept my fate. Vision darkening, I look up for a final peek at the starry night in all its blurred glory, or as I’d like to call this one “the party night” and take comfort in the fact that I got to live it up one last time.

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