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pigeonp0st · 2 months ago

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Could you do an angst Agatha x reader one shot with happy ending? Maybe reader feels Agatha is losing interested in her (reader) in Westview

pleaseeeeeeee

Agatha Harkness x Reader

Warnings:

Can’t think of any, but if you read this and have a thought to one I could put, let me know and it will be added.

Words from the author;

Hi guys. Went on a long train ride and decided to write this. Agatha’s show inspired me. The joy she gives me is unmatched. I want to ask that we all use are imagination and pretend WestView was a thing longer than the few weeks it was, as to give an explanation and a sense of realism to Readers and Agatha’s whole romance and love story. I also ask that we ignore the additional emotional scarring that would’ve given the town. Thanks a bunch! Now…

Enjoy!

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Agatha had a plan. A plan that hadn’t, and was never supposed to include you. It had everything to do with Wanda, and Wanda, it turns out, had everything to do with you.

That part of it hadn’t mattered. Yeah, Agatha had originally only been prepared to deal with one Avenger, and you coming in would prove to make things more complicated, but she was sure she could handle it.

And she had, of course. Until…until she developed a relationship with you and emotions towards you that went beyond the limits of what she had planned. Not just plannned for this little mission of hers, but planned for her life—after how her last relationship ended.

She loves you. Wanda’s Maximoff’s best friend. The one that’s been keeping Wanda from going even more off into the dark end. The one that’s been interfering with Agatha’s plans by trying to pull Wanda out of the Hex before Agatha has delved deeper into the amount of magic needed to create it.

You. Infuriating— you. Since the moment she met you it was like you had seen through all of Agatha’s facades. Not just the Agnes one.

She made a point—a stupid emotional driven point—to be honest with you, and only you, from the beginning. The thing is… though she had even told you about her interest in Wanda, and the hex, she had left out her plans of draining Wanda of her powers and killing her.

Which is probably an important thing to mention

…Which is definitely an important thing to mention. As much as Agatha hates to admit it— and she absolutely hates to admit it— it’s been eating away at her.

More than she doesn’t want to lose you, she doesn’t want to hurt you. Well, that’s not completely true…she’d rather not lose you…but it’s a close competition.

This relationship with you was supposed to be fake, but her heart doesn’t seem capable of understanding that. She’s been pulling away from you, acting distant, avoidant, and just as it’s been hard on you—it’s been hard on her.

She can’t imagine a world without you in it, but she needs this power…needs to see if it’s capable of—ahem, anyways— she just needs it. She’s sure you need Wanda similarly. That you can’t imagine a world without her. That’s what the gossip magazines, twitter posts, or even tumblr fanfictions want to guilt Agatha into believing at least.

She’s bitter, hates with a burning passion how much the world likes to advertise you and Wanda as this amazing duo pair, hates even more how unknowing fans like to speculate on some sort of secret affair you’re helping Wanda commit, but she’s willing to admit to some truth in it;

Agatha’s supposed to be very fake relationship, used at first to only get close to Wanda—to learn and kill her—has turned into a real one, and the very person she’s in love with is Wanda Maximoff’s platonic soulmate.

The guilt,and thus; avoidance and emotional distance doesn’t take long to be noticed by you. It all comes to a head rather viciously in a way Agatha had expected.

Which is to say; all the avoidance has led to a rather ceremonious break up….she hadn’t had the guts to do it, so she’s sort of forced you into it. That’s what you believe, and it is the truth. Not in the way she guesses you expect though.

Agatha doesn’t want to do this. She really struggles doing things she doesn’t want to do.

She has to do this though. It’s what she’s convinced herself of.

It aches.

“If that’s what you want, okay. Now If that’s really all you had to say…” Agatha hints, turning to make her tea so you can’t see the way her eyes water and betray her, “well have a safe trip home, and don’t forget your things dear.”

“I am not going to beg you to want me.”

Agatha’s jaw tenses. Her heart feeling heavier than anything she’s ever carried. She wants to scream, to break all of the windows in the room. Wants to say, desperately; I have never not wanted you. I have never wanted to be worthy of anything more.

You’re good. Good in way Agatha’s never been capable of. You’re nothing she expected, but everything she’s wanted, and it hurts more, somehow, like this.

Because she can’t give you everything you want, and as that fact kills you, it kills her too.

Agatha glances over her shoulder and looks at you. Your eyes are brimming with tears, you’re shaking with emotion. With the urge to fight. There is a large part of you, Agatha guesses, that knows Agatha doesn’t want this. Conscious or not. She turns away again.

“I know that’s what you want, for me to beg, but I won’t, not anymore. I can’t,” you whisper.

“Then don’t,” she growls, and then winces because even as she’s turned away she can picture the way you wince. The way you hurt.

All Agatha wants to do is protect you, but it’s like no matter what she does you’ll end up hurt. She’s been pulling away slowly so that when she ends up betraying you to kill Wanda, hopefully it’ll hurt less. All it seems to be doing though is prolonging the pain for the both of you. It’s clear to the both of you the war that’s happening in each of you. The want to fight for this. It’s what makes this worse.

“Don’t”, you repeat with a scoff. Agatha hears it right next to her ear and startles, turning around sharply.

You’re standing right behind her, looking down at her with fiery eyes. Agatha moves to use her magic, but you grab her wrist to stop the thought. It makes her heart skip a beat. Makes her smirk.

She loves you. Loves you always, and wants you just as much when you look at her like you are now. You must sense it because you immediately let go of her wrist, with a look of confusion.

“Do you want me or not?” You ask harshly. And despite herself Agatha can’t help the small flicker of annoyance that crosses her face. Annoyance directed at herself.

She masks it a second later with a smirk, gripping your chin. “Of course I do,” Agatha purrs, her voice dripping with seduction. You tense. Eyeing her with complete betrayal.

When Agatha had imagined the moment in which she betrayed you (and she had imagined it a lot), it hadn’t gone like this. It had gone with her standing over the Scarlet Witch, your best friend, and you frozen a couple feet away.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, but it’s better this way. For you to realize who she is now, rather than later. She needs Wanda’s abilities, and she’ll do anything to get it. She thinks it to herself, and it’s almost like a reminder. ‘She’ll do anything to get it.’

You hold her wrist so gently though, even as your eyes blaze with all type of hurt, and Agatha feels deeply who she’s hurting. She’s hurting you. Her love. Her heart. “My heart,” Agatha says gently, and to you she imagines it’s a stab in the heart from the way you wince. Agatha’s face drops further. “I want you,” she admits, despite herself, finding herself not capable of hurting you like this.

“Then why…?”

Agatha kisses you suddenly on the corner of the mouth. Gently. Perhaps she shouldn’t have let her mask drop, because now it seems impossible to put back on. It feels real the moment she stops playing pretend…what a surprise. Still, she herself feels vulnerable. Like a puppy just waiting to get kicked. As she feels both her and your despair she feels a wave of self loathing too.

“Down the road Wanda’s going down now she will hurt you. Down the road I’m doing down, I will too.” Agatha whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. “When I told you I was going to take her power, I meant I was going to kill her, baby.”

Agatha doesn’t expect the laugh you release at that, but more than that she doesn’t expect the simple way you leave. Her hand hands in the air where you once were, as if she had dreamed the memory of you.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

—-

It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Couldn’t have gone any worse. Every expectation Agatha has—every time she thinks she can predict what will happen you manage to change everything.

That blast was for Wanda, but you had jumped in front of it like it was your plan from the start. It stops both her and Wanda instantly. The blast would have sent you flying into the house, but Agatha had reacted quickly enough with her magic to prevent the collision. Still, as soon she drops the magic holding you, and begins running towards you, you fall.

Agatha sees it a slow motion but she knows it happens much faster than that, because she’s running with everything in her and still doesn’t make it before your head hits the ground. “My heart, my heart, my heart,” Agatha begs with a trembling voice. Her hands are shaking but she moves your head onto her lap and presses her hands into your side to try and stop the bleeding.

Why did it have to be this spell that hit you. Why did it have to be any? It’s been hundreds of years since her heart has hurt like this. Her mind whirls for a spell, for an anything. All she can do is slow the bleeding, and she does, but you still look up at her with fading eyes, and it kills Agatha.

“Ag-”

“Shh, lovely. It’s going to be okay,” Agatha whispers to you, kissing your head. She doesn’t even notice Wanda’s hand on her shoulder, or her coming up behind her at all.

“I’m transporting us to a Hospital,” Wanda says, looking uncertain and scared. Agatha pays no mind, just takes Wanda’s hand and guides her through the spell with her magic.

“Agatha,” you force out, Agatha returns your gaze, too distracted by the spell to stop you again. “Was power…was it that much more important?”

Suddenly you’re all in the hospital, your eyes are falling shut, and Wanda is shouting for a doctor. “No,” Agatha answers. brushing your hair back. Her chest aches deeply at the streak of blood her hand leaves. She wants to say more, wants to curse at you a bit, just to let it out, but a bunch of medics push Agatha to the side and start touching you.

It’s been a long time since Agatha felt this helpless. She wants to protect you, wants to insert herself into the commotion as the doctors pull you away and command that she gets to stay with you, but she’s scared to take even a split second away from their saving.

She’s paralyzed, watching as they roll you away out of her sight. Wanda, of all people, rests a hand on her shoulder, snapping her out it. “She’ll be okay,” Wanda assures, even as she sounds uncertain.

Agatha can’t bear it any longer. The uncertainty, and the assurance coming from the person she envies the most. She turns on her suddenly, eyes blazing with magic, and this is no longer about stealing Wanda’s magic. This is about Agatha, wanting to grab Wanda by the neck and shout that this is all her fault.

Except it isn’t. It’s her own fault. It was her magic that hit you. Hers that caused you so much pain. Agatha feels the blame so deeply she almost refuses to hold it. For your sake, for your words; was it that much more important? She decides to.

She sags into herself just as suddenly as she had turned towards Wanda, one hand waves her off, and the other presses against the burning in her eyes. “Leave.” Agatha says, her voice hoarse and emotional. And Wanda doesn’t.

She just tilts her head and looks at Agatha like a sad, lost animal. Wanda has no where to return to, not after the scandal she pulled, and the one person who would have probably accepted her (the one person that accepted Agatha herself) is now in a hospital bed.

Agatha sighs.

——

They’re sitting side by side. Agatha threatens to kill the front desk lady 3 times, but never once does she threaten to kill Wanda. Agatha doesn’t mind her. She understands the feeling inside her more than Wanda will ever know. In another life, she would have been her teacher.

If you survive, perhaps in this life too. If she can’t take Wanda’s power, maybe she’s able to watch and learn from it as much as she can.

Agatha can’t believe she’s giving up…she has planned and studied for this for so long…but she’s always been spontaneous, always been ready to plan and shift, always been good at changing track. She’ll get what she wants. She’ll get it another way.

It’s a promise she makes herself, sitting in the waiting room of the hospital waiting to find out if the person she loves is still breathing. It’s a promise she makes herself sitting by the person she’s planned to kill since she first pieced together her ability. A promise she makes herself because it means she gets to have you.

—-

“Agnes?” A nurse calls.

Wanda looks at her, her face reading seriously?. Agatha pays no mind to it, she just sits up violently, and holds tightly onto Wanda’s arm.

—-

When Agatha walks into the room it’s like her heart starts back up again and she can breathe. You’re hurt, but you’re okay. Agatha is in shambles, and she won’t be able to sleep without reliving you bleeding out on the floor—but you’re okay.

She breathes out. Once, twice, then she’s crying; hit with the force of her emotion.

—-

POV Switch

—-

Everything hurts, but when the doctor lets Agatha in with Wanda following— for a moment it doesn’t. For a moment it’s Agatha, the woman you love, standing next to your best friend and not killing her.

Then Agatha is crying, and all you feel is concern. “Ag, lovely, are you hurt?” You ask, still full of drugs and delirious enough to be confused about it all.

Agatha who gave up on you. Agatha who you weren’t good enough for. Agatha who you love, who you could never meet the needs of. Agatha who put you in a hospital bed. Agatha who you love so fully despite the heartbreak she’s caused you.

It all comes back to you suddenly, but Agatha is crying— and none of any of it seems very significant compared to that. Wanda looks between the two of you, and says to you, softly, in a language only the two of you understand; “self-sabotage seems to be a language both me and this one speaks. You are drawn to damaged people, huh?”

You look down and Wanda laughs, but she looks like she also wants to cry. She opens her mouth to say something else, but you already know what she’s going to say so you cut her off. “It wasn’t your fault, Wanda, I am glad it was me and not you.”

Wanda looks like she wants to protest that, but instead she nods her head with tears in her eyes and whispers, after glancing at Agatha, “I’ll give you two privacy. Good luck.”

Then she leaves.

Agatha seems lost in her thoughts…well lost in something. Her eyes are distant, tears still running down her face. “Agatha.” It’s only a whisper but Agatha’s eyes snap towards you. She looks…terrified? She quickly tries to wipe her tears but more just fall.

“You idiot,” Agatha seethes, looking overwhelmed. She breathes heavily and you just let her, even as you bristle and begin to feel your defenses rise.

It’s probably best not to add wood to her fire, you think to yourself.

Agatha stalks towards you, angry, kisses your forehead and then sags into the chair next to your hospital bed. “You idiot,” she repeats shakily, her voice and face lined with a sort of devastation you don’t know how to comfort in her. “What do you think would’ve became of me if I killed you”Agatha presses. “Huh? Did you think before you—“

“Usually when people accidentally almost kill someone, they apologize instead of blaming the person.” You aren’t mad at Agatha, not for hitting you at least, but hearing her act as if you had been the one to fuck up was aggravating.

She fucked up. Not you. “You really think I was going to let you kill my best friend?” You ask, angry now too. “You really think I would’ve let you let me go for some stupid reason like that? I don’t know why power is so important to you, but I support you. I would’ve supported you on finding another way, because I support you when you aren’t hurting innocent people to achieve your self motivated ends. I have given up a lot for you, Agatha, but I will not give up that.”

You release a coughing fit after that. You have more to say but your body won’t allow you to. You have an endless amount of words for Agatha. Agatha who you love. Agatha who you don’t quite know how to be enough for.

Agatha who grits her teeth and looks down. “I will not give up power for you. It is more than that I want, which is something I’m not able to explain to you right now, but I hope you understand,” Agatha pauses. Her eyes meeting yours. “I’m going to find another way. I won’t hurt Wanda. I won’t hurt anyone that will make you—or most humans flaky moral code— ache. By that, I mean anyone ‘innocent’” she uses hand quotes then, and rolls her eyes.

The mild bitterness is clearly something Agatha can’t help. The way she changes tract though was something you never thought she would do for you, and you’re not quite able to understand it.

“Why?” You ask softly. It’s what you want, of course it is, it’s even what you asked, but Agatha doesn’t do anything for other people, nothing if it doesn’t come with her own sort of personal gain.

As if reading your mind Agatha straightens awkwardly in her chair and says simply; “I love you. I don’t want to hurt or lose you.”

“But…but power is important to you.”

“So are you,” Agatha says, tilting her head.

You don’t know why you’re almost trying to convince her it’s more important, but perhaps it’s because you struggle to accept or fathom your own importance in her life. It feels like a fever dream, one you’re trying to pinch yourself to get out of.

If you believe it and then are disappointed, it hurts more than if you had never believed it at all.

“I’m sorry,” Agatha says, pulling you out of your thoughts. Not by her voice, but by the tears forming in her eyes. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I’m sorry I was so scared of my own affections for you I denied myself them, and in turn made you feel denied. I love you.” She repeats. “I love you, and you’re important to me, and there’s a billion things I’d sacrifice for you, and I never want to lose you, and—“

“I love you too,” you rush out, shocked by Agatha’s desperation and wanting to reassure her. Agatha breathes out heavily, a breath she must’ve been holding, and shakes her head at herself, wiping at her eyes.

This time, at the quickness of how she composes herself you don’t think of it as her not really caring, but instead as a defense mechanism she’s mastered. A part of your heart hurts for her.

“Thank you, Agatha. For trusting me with your heart.”

Agatha rolls her eyes at that, but she’s smiling and it’s all apart of her recovery. You let her have it. “My heart,” she sighs, leaning over to give you a lingering kiss. When she pulls away the both of you stare at each other. You, trying to commit this moment to memory. Agatha staring like she’s trying to be sure this is real.

“The witch is still mine,” Agatha whispers, completely breaking the moment. “If she thinks she’s off the hook for the amount of emotional instability she has, she has another thing coming. Unstable emotions and magic are never a good combo.”

You snort. Mumbling under your breath, “funny…just learned that lesson.” Agatha glares at you, just as Wanda walks in.

“If we’re all good now I think we should go,” Wanda rushes.

“What did you do?” Both you and Agatha question.

Wanda smiles nervously, surrounding the room in an aura of red magic.. someone walks over to the barrier of it and begins banging. You’re beginning to wonder if it’s a talent of witches to ruin your peace. Especially when about 4 more armed people start trying to shove themselves into the force field. And oh, there are the guns.

Agatha sighs very deeply, and you release a very dramatic groan. Wanda tilts her head sheepishly. “I should go. I released westview but looks like my consequences are still knocking at the door,” she says quietly.

Agatha agrees. “Yes, you should.” She pauses, most likely waiting and taking pleasure in the pointed look you give her. “I probably should go too though, there’s no telling how people want to paint a witch. Most likely another villain…maybe a hero after the scene we pulled. Still, I shouldn’t be in the public until I find out.”

“We’ll see you soon then, Y/N.”

You give them a look, a look that both Wanda and Agatha know to mean; are you absolutely batshit crazy? You don’t need to say it, but you do; “you two are not going anywhere without me.”

Agatha smirks, and Wanda smiles, then a wave of Wanda’s hand and the three of you are somewhere else much more safe. At least until the media and Avengers manages to get the media to unfairly paint what happened in westview as something much more innocent.

This new journey with the three of you should be…fun until then. At least you have your favorite people, and they have you.

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tealvenetianmask · 6 months ago

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How Blitz and Stolas figure out how they feel: external vs. internal processing

I've been in therapy a ton (feeling like I'm not alone in that in this fandom), and one of the things I've learned from it is that I like to process my thoughts and feelings externally- by talking about them. It turns out not everyone is like that. I'm like Blitz in this way.

I first got on this topic when I was thinking about how Blitz flip flops in Apology Tour. When he goes to see Stolas at the beginning of the episode, he goes in with an idea he's trying out- a narrative he's committed to FOR NOW, insisting that he's there to reinstate the full moon deal with TONS of undue and shaky confidence.

Is this plan something he's actually confident in? Absolutely not. But he's going to commit to it damnit and see how it plays out. Does he believe it? I think he does in the moment. He's convinced himself anyway, and when Stolas wears him down and he understands that he's not doing himself any favors . . .

He starts processing the real shit aloud.

I don't think Blitz has ever admitted this to himself, at least not this articulately and accurately. He needs to say it aloud in order for it to be real. Oops too real.

He's SCARED because he didn't even KNOW he felt this way, but things are becoming very clear and dangerously close to the heart of the matter . . . so he pivots again back into comfortable territory (conflict).

By the end of the conversation, he arrives at a new mission, one that's sort of an equilibrium between his realizations about his honest feelings and his need to have a mission he feels confident in. He's not all confident or all honest- he's still in flux.

There are SO many more examples of Blitz realizing how he feels BY TALKING (later in Apology Tour when he's talking to Stolas, and then when he's talking to Verosika . . . but then also back in Oops, etc.), but I'm going to leave it at one for brevity here. What's important is that we NEVER see Blitz processing alone. Even in his part of the duet (more on songs in a sec), when he's technically singing to himself, he's consoling himself with a narrative rather than really processing the things that need to be processed.

Blitz needs a person to process with.

But Stolas is an internal processor. We know this already because he made the plan to give Blitz the Asmodean crystal and sat on it for literal months, procuring the crystal, ironing out what he would say, trying to initiate conversations with Blitz, but never explaining how he felt to anyone before it was time- and absolutely NEVER in a way that was half baked.

The way Stolas sings his feelings actually gives us a really clear and beautiful picture of how he processes and figures things out. I forget who said it, but someone on the Helluva creative team referenced a broadway truism that in a musical, characters sing what they can't speak. I think for Stolas it's often what he can't YET speak because he's still processing. He has full honest conversations with himself (Stolas Sings, Just Look My Way), and then when he's face to face with Blitz, he knows exactly what he wants to say. His feelings and beliefs actually progress from song to song- he expresses his awareness of a problem in Stolas Sings and gets more precise about how he feels and what he needs to do about it in Just Look My Way.

By The Full Moon, for better or worse (kind of both), Stolas knows exactly what he wants to say to Blitz and how he wants to say it.

Even when he's upset, angry, and then drunk, when Stolas speaks about his feelings, he's consistent. He's decided. He loves Blitz. He wants a real relationship. From his point of view, he doesn't care about social class, so he can't understand why Blitz is so stuck on it.

But he's missing something key (it's the social class thing- it's definitely the social class thing), and internally, he's cooking, and we see that (again) when he sings.

This is the rawest and most in flux stage of his thought process that we've seen. Because this is how he figures out what he thinks and feels- with himself, in song.

Okay- so interesting psychoanalysis- why does this matter to the story?

Well, I think that Stolas doesn't understand that when Blitz speaks in these super emotional, fraught conversations, he doesn't go in knowing what he thinks and feels. He's figuring it out on the fly. He's figuring it out BY talking, and needs to be allowed to do that. Should he do this with a therapist instead of with the person most likely to be hurt by the ideas he flies through on his way to his true feelings? For sure, but this is Blitz.

In turn, Blitz doesn't understand that when Stolas acts absolutely certain and doesn't seem to take in the things Blitz is saying, he's not talking to a brick wall. He's talking to a moveable person who, once he's alone (or singing) is going over and over everything and breaking his thoughts down and reformulating until he arrives at something new.

So . . . it might be a little much to ask these two to understand each other's different processing styles- but they're coming along in their own ways. And I'm looking forward to them understanding each other. Someday. Maybe. Fucking sit down and talk. Slowly. AGH.

#stolitz #my helluva meta #blitz #stolas #blitzo buckzo #stolas goetia #blitzo #Is this the longest piece of meta I've written? Maybe.#Am I missing important details? Absolutely.

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fallenhunnyapple · 8 months ago

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Sketchy doodles for another AU. Details + a bonus in under the cut

An Angel Lucifer appears in Heaven. No one knows why he's there or how he got there, but it doesn't seem as though the Lucifer in Hell has been replaced, this is just a whole second Lucifer. His memories only seem to go so far as the early days of Eden. Days where he was friends with the First Humans but before he had developed any sort of relationship or even real feelings for Lilith.

Adam, sort of shaken but also sort of Eager to reconnect with his first friend and the more pleasant memories of Eden, advocates to let him Stay. This Lucifer hasn't done anything, he doesn't even know about the Tree of Knowledge and it's not like Eden exists anymore for him to try it anyway. Lucifer is granted the ability to live in Heaven, but Adam will have to be responsible for him. Adam agrees and now has to watch over a Naive and Friendly Lucifer.

Lute is Less than Thrilled. She doesn't like that Lucifer is always around and she doesn't Trust him, even if Adam seems to. She does eventually warm up to him, but given her personality it doesn't really seem like she does. But Lucifer notices and he considers her a good friend. He ends up spending time with just her without Adam (she's basically angelsitting because Adam had other things to do) and they bond a bit and she's willing to accept that he's Not the Devil and that he's no more threatening than most non-exorcist Angels.

And once Heaven determines the same, he's tasked with Working with Emily to maintain the Happiness of Heaven's residents. Emily keeps an eye on him, but mostly they are both very positive personalities that play off each other well and they become fast friends. The first time he spent the day with Emily was the day of the first Extermination since Lucifer got there. Someone had to watch him while Lute and Adam were away. He doesn't know about the Exterminations (Most of Heaven doesn't so it's no surprise), and he doesn't even know about Hell. It was deemed... For the Best if he was kept in the dark about that. No one knows how he came to be and they don't want to risk anything happening because he finds out about the other version of him.

Lucifer is Very In Love with Adam. It wasn't immediately or anything. At first he was just really happy to have his best friend back, especially when everything was so different from how he remembered it, it'd been thousands of years after all. But he spent most of his time with Adam and anyone could tell you that Adam was less of a crass asshole with Lucifer around. Not by much, but enough to be noticeable. And over that time, Lucifer still saw a lot of who Adam was in Eden but also came to appreciate who he was (No one understands why)

It took a while before Adam was comfortable enough to take off his helmet around Lucifer. Sure he knew his human face, but he'd definitely changed over the years and his insecurities about his face were made Worse when Lucifer only knew him at his Best. Lucifer finally got to see him maskless one night when Adam let him see him before bed. And Lucifer was super smitten. Yes his face was Different, but not in a way Lucifer thought was bad. Adam definitely looked Older and Tired, but he thought it was Endearing instead of put off. After that he would sometimes watch Adam sleep-

Adam for his part is in emotional turmoil. Yes, he was in Love with Lucifer in the Garden. But completely against his better Judgement, his feelings have evolved and he's in love with the King of Hell. He's reluctant to think about Angel Lucifer that way because he represents a simpler and more innocent time and he doesn't want to corrupt that with new feelings.

Lucifer eventually confides in Lute about his feelings and she tells him that 1) Adam isn't into men and 2) He doesn't do committed relationships. It won't end well for him if he tells Adam. Lucifer is hurt but appreciates her honesty. He decides to tell him anyway because it's getting hard to keep it all to himself when he's around him everyday.

Well, the confession goes about the way Lute said it would. Adam tells him he doesn't like dudes and he doesn't hold it against him because who wouldn't want a piece of him? But they're still friends, that won't change. Lucifer already braced for it and it hurts but he accepts that answer. The only thing is, now that its out in the open, his friendly nature is So Much Easier to read as him pining and him being in love. So Adam has to just deal with Lucifer's love being thrown at him every day. The behavior hasn't changed Too Much, but his understanding of it has. But other people of Heaven definitely Know. Its so obvious to them that Lucifer is in Love with Adam. Some people criticize Adam for leading Lucifer along and bad mouth him. Lucifer doesn't like hearing anyone talk poorly about his best friend and will chastise and scold them.

It's finally when some winner/angel tells Lucifer he should get Adam flowers (as a joke, they think it would be funny because Adam doesn't have an ounce of Romance in his whole body) that things change. Lucifer does get him flowers! And he gives them to him when they're alone and Adam has removed his helmet. This is the first time Lucifer has been Proactive about his feelings and Adam doesn't have the cover of his Mask to hide his true reactions, so he can't deny how the gesture affects him. He was really only ever able to keep himself in check about his feelings for Lucifer because Lucifer wasn't Doing anything different. He wasn't Pursuing him. But now? Now he can't deny it anymore. Lucifer asks for a kiss and he gets it.

Bonus:

As an Angel, Lucifer didn't know or understand much about sex. It was meant for Reproduction and Angels reproduce asexually so he had no interest in it. It was a thing for the creatures of Earth to have, not Angels. So he has No Idea it's a recreational thing and despite the fact that he knows Adam and Lute fuck around regularly, he just Really doesn't understand why and they don't explain it either. So after Lucifer and Adam are together, Lucifer wants to understand Better and discovers the fact that it is, in fact, something that can be done Recreationally and its supposed to Feel Good. So, of course, he wants to experience that with his new Boyfriend. Let him learn what all the fuss is about~

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lila-lou · 5 months ago

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✨His true fate - Part 10/?✨

Summary: Jensen hasn't been happy for years. But it seems almost impossible for him to escape. After another nasty argument between him and his wife, he decides to visit his ´former´ best friend for his birthday. Back in Austin, an encounter awaits him that will turn his life completely upside down.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, Language, age gap

Word Count: 7299

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Lost in your thoughts, you studied his features, memorizing the curve of his lips, the sparkle in his eyes, and the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead.

A question that had been lingering in the back of your mind surfaced. “Do you really have to fly back home tomorrow?”, you asked softly, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness. You knew he had commitments, but the thought of him leaving so soon made your heart ache.

Jensen’s expression softened, and he sighed, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. “I wish I didn’t have to”, he said, his voice filled with regret.

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of his words, and rolled onto your back, withdrawing slightly from his hold. Closing your eyes, you tried to hold back the disappointment and sadness that threatened to overwhelm you. Jensen, sensing the shift in your mood, propped himself up on his elbows, his skin still a bit slick with sweat.

“Hey, c’mon”, he mumbled softly, looking down at you with a mixture of concern and affection. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing against your arm. “Don’t shut me out now”.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I just… I don’t want you to go”.

Jensen’s face softened, and he moved closer, his hand cupping your cheek. “I don’t want to go either”, he admitted, his thumb gently stroking your skin. “But we’ll make this work. I promise you, we’ll find a way”.

You opened your eyes, looking up at him, your thoughts swirling with uncertainty. “We don’t even know what ‘it’ means”, you mumbled, your voice a mix of confusion and worry. The truth hung heavy between you—what exactly was this? Love? It seemed too early to label it as such. Friendship? It was definitely more than that. And what about his life back home—his wife, his kids, his career? Where did you fit in? Did you even fit in? Did he want to chase a serious relationship with all these complications?

Jensen’s face softened further, his eyes filled with understanding. “I know it’s complicated”, he admitted, his voice gentle yet resolute. “And I won’t pretend to have all the answers right now. But what I do know is that what we have is real. It’s important to me. You’re important to me”.

His words were reassuring, but they didn’t erase the concerns that gnawed at you. “What about your wife? Your kids?”, you asked softly, unable to keep the worry out of your voice. “And your career? Where do I fit into all of that?”.

Jensen sighed deeply, the weight of the situation pressing on him. He knew from the start that this wouldn’t be easy, but hearing your concerns voiced out loud made it even more real. He gently cupped your face with both hands, his touch warm and reassuring.

“Don’t worry about that right now”, he said softly, his voice a soothing balm to your anxious thoughts. “We still have a whole night together. Let’s focus on us, on this moment. We’ll figure out the rest in time”.

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and determination there. His words didn’t erase the complications, but they did offer a temporary respite. You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “Okay”, you whispered, your voice steadying.

Jensen smiled softly before he leaned in again, his breath warm against your skin. “Besides that, I’m not even close to being done with you”, he mumbled, his voice filled with playful mischief. With that, he kissed you deeply, the connection between you reigniting with a fervor. He then hovered above you, his lips trailing down to your neck, leaving a path of tingling sensation in their wake.

You felt his body press against yours, his dick already half-hard again. A teasing smile played on your lips as you looked up at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement. “How is that even possible at your age?”, you teased, your voice light and playful.

Jensen growled softly, his eyes narrowing in mock annoyance. “What did I say about the old man jokes?”, he rumbled, his lips curling into a smirk as he continued to kiss down your neck, his hands roaming your body with renewed intent.

You giggled, the sound mingling with the gentle gasps his touch elicited from you. “You’re right”, you murmured, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer. “I shouldn’t underestimate you”.

He chuckled, his breath hot against your skin as he nipped lightly at your collarbone. “Damn right”, he whispered, his voice full of a confident, playful edge. “I’ll show you just how much this ‘old man’ has left in him”.

His hands slid down your sides, causing shivers to dance across your skin as he repositioned himself. You could feel his erection growing harder against your thigh, the heat and anticipation between you building once more. Jensen’s mouth found yours again, capturing your lips in a kiss that was both tender and demanding.

As he moved his hips, pressing himself against you, you moaned softly, the sound mingling with his own low groans. The sensation was electrifying, your bodies responding to each other with an intensity that seemed to grow stronger with each touch, each kiss.

Jensen’s hand slid between your thighs, his fingers brushing against your most sensitive areas, eliciting a gasp from you. His lips pressed against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Tell me”, he whispered, his voice thick with need, “how good did this old man make you feel just minutes ago?”.

As he whispered those words, he pushed two fingers deep and rough inside you, the sudden intensity making you cry out in pleasure. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of roughness and tenderness that sent shivers through your entire body.

You arched against him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to find your breath. “So good”, you moaned, your voice trembling with the force of your desire. “You made me feel incredible, Jensen”.

He growled softly, his fingers moving inside you with a deliberate, teasing rhythm. “That’s what I like to hear”, he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down to your neck. His mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear, and he bit down lightly, sending another wave of pleasure through you.

His fingers continued their relentless pace, curling and stroking in just the right way to drive you wild. Your hips moved in time with his hand, your body responding instinctively to the pleasure he was giving you. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, each touch, each whisper, sending you closer to the edge.

“Jensen”, you gasped, your voice barely more than a breathless plea. “Please…”.

He smirked against your neck, clearly reveling in the way you responded to him. “Please what?”, he asked, his voice a low, seductive growl. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart”.

“I want you inside me”, you breathed, your body trembling with need. “I need you, Jensen”.

His eyes darkened with desire at your words, and he growled softly, his fingers withdrawing from you slowly, leaving you feeling empty and desperate for more. He shifted above you, positioning himself between your thighs, his erection pressing insistently against your entrance.

“You’re going to get exactly what you need”, he murmured, his voice husky with anticipation. “But I want to hear you say it again. Tell me how much you want me”.

You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. “I want you, Jensen”. you said, your voice trembling with sincerity. “I want you so much”.

Jensen kneeled between your legs, positioning himself so he had both hands free. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you firmly in place. With a determined, almost primal look in his eyes, he pushed deep and rough inside you in one powerful thrust. The intensity made you cry out, a mixture of pain and pleasure mingling in your voice.

Your body arched against him, your nails digging into the sheets as you tried to adjust to the sensation. “Jensen”, you gasped, your voice trembling with a mix of emotions. The fullness, the pressure, the sheer rawness of his movements sent shivers through your entire body.

“You just… feel so good”, he breathed, his voice thick with desire. He began to move with a deliberate rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful, driving you both toward the edge. His hands roamed your body, caressing and gripping, as if he couldn’t get enough of touching you.

The room was filled with the sounds of your shared passion, the rhythmic creak of the bed, the mingled gasps and moans, the whispered words of desire and affection. Jensen’s eyes never left yours, his gaze intense and focused, as if he was committing every moment to memory.

As the intensity built, your body responded instinctively to his movements, matching his rhythm with a desperate need of your own. The pleasure was overwhelming, each thrust sending waves of sensation coursing through you, building toward an inevitable climax.

“Tell me how much you want this”, Jensen demanded, his voice a low, seductive growl. “Tell me how good I make you feel”.

“I want this so much”, you moaned, your voice filled with raw emotion. “You make me feel so good, Jensen. Please, don’t stop”.

His expression softened for a moment, a flicker of tenderness crossing his features before the intensity returned. “I’m not stopping”, he promised, his movements becoming even more deliberate and powerful. “Not until you’re completely satisfied”.

The pressure inside you built to an almost unbearable peak, your body trembling with the force of your approaching climax. “Jensen, I’m so close”, you gasped, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I can’t… I can’t hold on…”.

“Come for me”, he urged, his voice filled with a mixture of command and affection.

It wasn´t until 3 a.m. as Jensen looked down at your weak, tired body. You were so spent that you fell asleep mid-conversation, your face resting on his naked chest, one hand beside your face, fingers splayed on his skin, while he held you tightly against himself. Even though he knew Jared was probably already asleep, he sent a quick text, letting him know he’d be at his house at 9 a.m. to get his luggage before they headed to the airport. With that, Jensen set his alarm on his phone and looked back at you, peacefully sleeping.

The last hours had been a whirlwind of intense passion and deep connection. You had spent the time fucking, kissing, touching, and talking, with snacking in between your sessions. Jensen had lost count of how many times he had made you come, each orgasm building on the previous one, leaving you both exhausted and utterly satisfied. He had literally fucked you to sleep, and by that, he was surprised by himself. He had never experienced such an intense night before, not even in his twenties.

As he looked down at you, a soft smile spread across his face. The way you clung to him even in your sleep, your breath warm and steady against his chest, filled him with a profound sense of contentment. He gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingers lingering on your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin.

Jensen’s mind wandered back over the night, the way your body had responded to his touch, the way your eyes had lit up with every kiss and caress. He had never felt such a deep connection with anyone before. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure, though that had been incredible—it was the emotional intimacy, the way you had opened up to each other, sharing your thoughts, your fears, your dreams. It was a night he would never forget.

He sighed softly, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he would have to leave in a few hours. But he was determined to make this work, to find a way to keep this connection alive despite the distance and the complications. You meant too much to him to let go.

Jensen leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of you against him. “I’ll be back”, he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I promise”.

With that, he settled back into the pillows, his arms wrapped securely around you. He listened to the steady rhythm of your breathing, letting it lull him into a peaceful state. The future was uncertain, but he felt a renewed sense of hope. Whatever challenges lay ahead, he was ready to face them, as long as you were by his side.

As he drifted off to sleep, the last thing he felt was the warmth of your body against his, the steady beat of your heart echoing his own. It was a feeling of completeness, of rightness, that he had never experienced before. And he knew, without a doubt, that this was just the beginning.

The next day, as Jensen’s alarm went off, it was hard to say which one of you was more annoyed and tired. You groaned against Jensen’s sticky chest, your own body sticking from the sweat of last night. Both of you had definitely not gotten enough sleep.

Jensen fumbled to silence the alarm, and the abrupt noise ceased, leaving you both in a sleepy haze. He let out a low chuckle, his hand gently rubbing your back. “Morning”, he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep.

“Morning”, you replied, your voice muffled against his chest.

The two of you weren’t even half awake when Jensen lifted your chin and looked into your tired eyes. His gaze was soft, filled with a mix of tenderness and fatigue. He leaned down and softly pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was gentle, a tender reminder of the connection you shared.

You melted into the kiss, the warmth of his lips waking you up more effectively than any alarm could. Despite the exhaustion, the moment felt perfect. Jensen’s hand cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin lightly as he deepened the kiss just a fraction, enough to make your heart flutter.

As you slowly came to your senses, the two of you realized that you definitely needed a shower before Jensen would leave. The room smelled intensely of sex, a heady mix of sweat and passion that clung to your bodies and the sheets. You had lost count of how many times Jensen had come inside you, how often you had reached your own peaks, and how, in your exhaustion, you hadn’t cared about showering afterward. But now, in the light of day, it was clear that you needed to clean up.

“Okay, we definitely need a shower”, Jensen said with a soft chuckle, pulling back slightly to look at you. His eyes held a mix of affection and humor as he took in your disheveled state.

“Yeah, we do”, you agreed, a small laugh escaping your lips. The two of you made your way to the bathroom, the awkwardness of the situation melting away in the light of your shared intimacy and affection.

Jensen turned on the shower, adjusting the water temperature before stepping in and pulling you gently with him. The warm water cascaded over your bodies, washing away the remnants of last night’s passion. You both sighed in relief, the heat soothing your tired muscles.

“Come here”, Jensen murmured, his voice soft and tender. He reached for the soap, lathering it in his hands before gently running them over your skin. His touch was both caring and intimate, each stroke of his hands a reminder of the deep connection you shared.

You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch, the warmth of the water and the feel of his hands on your body grounding you in the moment. “This feels nice”, you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.

You both stood under the warm spray, more awake now, the intimacy of the moment grounding you in the reality of your connection.

You leaned your back against his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you. The water cascaded over both of you, creating a comforting cocoon of warmth and safety. Jensen’s chin rested on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear.

“About last night”, Jensen began softly, his voice resonating in the quiet space. “I just want you to know that it wasn’t just a simple hookup for me. It was so much more than that”.

You turned your head slightly, catching his gaze with your own. His eyes were sincere, filled with a mixture of tenderness and vulnerability. “I meant it when I said I want to find a way to make this work”, he continued. “Whatever this is".

As Jensen's hand traced over your stomach, pulling you even closer, he pressed gentle kisses along your shoulder. The warmth of the shower and the intimacy of his touch enveloped you both, creating a bubble of peace amidst the uncertainty.

You turned your head back slightly, your gaze falling on the tiled wall in front of you. Thoughts raced through your mind, emotions swirling in a tumultuous mix. You wanted to respond to Jensen's heartfelt declaration, to reassure him of your own feelings, but the words caught in your throat.

Silence settled between you, filled only by the steady rhythm of the water cascading around you. Jensen seemed to sense your hesitation, his touch becoming even more tender, as if trying to convey his emotions through his fingertips.

Finally, you turned your head to meet his gaze once more, finding comfort in the sincerity reflected in his eyes. "I… I don't know what to say", you admitted softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "But… whatever this is… it means a lot to me".

His lips curved into a gentle smile, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. "That's enough for now", he murmured, his voice filled with understanding. "We'll figure it out together".

You nodded, leaning back into his embrace, letting the warmth of the water and the comfort of his presence wash over you. In that moment, words seemed unnecessary—your connection with Jensen spoke volumes, transcending the need for explanations.

After the shower, the two of you stepped out, drying yourselves off before getting dressed again. You slipped into a simple white summer dress, the fabric light and airy against your skin. Jensen, meanwhile, slipped into his clothes from last night. Just as he was buckling his belt, he caught your gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. “You know, you look way too fresh and innocent in that dress for someone who was so… not innocent last night”.

You chuckled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “Oh, really?”, you teased back, tilting your head slightly. “And you look way too put together for someone who kept me up all night”.

Jensen laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “Fair point”, he said, taking a step closer to you. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. “But I have to admit, I kind of like seeing you like this. It’s like our little secret”.

You felt a warm rush of affection for him, the playful banter easing the tension of the impending separation. “Well, Mr. Put-Together, we’d better get moving if we don’t want to miss your flight”, you said, giving him a playful push.

Jensen caught your hand, pulling you back towards him. His touch warm and reassuring. Leaning in, he laid his lips softly on yours. You moaned quietly into the kiss when his other hand pulled you flush against his body with a rough tug, his grip firm on your hips.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes were filled with a mixture of playfulness and longing. “You know, I could get used to mornings like this”, he murmured, his voice a low, teasing whisper.

You smiled, your hands resting on his chest. “Mornings where you have to rush to catch a flight?”.

“Mornings where I get to kiss you like this”, he corrected, his thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip.

"Is that all you want from our mornings together?”.

Jensen chuckled, his eyes darkening with a hint of desire. “Well, there’s also the matter of reliving some of last night’s activities”, he said, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “You know, the ones where you weren’t so ‘innocent’”.

You raised an eyebrow, your smile widening. “Oh, I see. So, you mean the parts where you couldn’t keep your hands off me?”.

Jensen’s grin broadened, and he pulled you even closer, his hands resting firmly on your hips. “Exactly. And the parts where you were begging for more”, he replied, his voice dripping with playful seduction.

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Hmm, that’s not exactly how I remember it”, you said, your tone teasing even though you knew he was right.

“Really? Because I distinctly recall you being pretty vocal about it”, he replied.

You felt your cheeks heat up, but you weren’t about to back down. “I was just being encouraging”, you said with a smirk. “You seemed to need a lot of motivation”.

Jensen raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. “Motivation, huh? Well, you did a great job. I was very… motivated”, he said, his hands squeezing your hips gently.

You felt the growing hardness pressing against you, a clear indication that Jensen was already getting aroused again. The heat in your cheeks intensified, but you kept your composure. Jensen leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “You know”, he whispered, his voice husky with desire, “the way you moaned last night? It was incredibly motivating”.

You bit your lip, trying to stifle a smile. “I thought I was being quite restrained”.

He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “If that was restrained, I’d love to see what happens when you really let go”, he teased, his hands sliding up your sides and sending shivers through your body.

You could feel the tension building between you, the playful banter giving way to something more intense. “Maybe you’ll get to find out next time”, you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He pulled you even closer. “I can’t wait”, he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizingly light kiss.

You moaned softly into the kiss, the sound only encouraging him further. “See?”, he said, pulling back just enough to speak. “That sound right there. That’s what kept me going”.

As Jensen placed his lips back against yours, pressing his erection firmly against you, another moan escaped your lips. The sound was involuntary, a direct response to the heat and intensity of his touch. Jensen groaned into the kiss, the vibration of it sending shivers down your spine.

“If you keep making those sounds”, he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with desire, “I’m definitely going to miss my flight”.

You smiled against his mouth, feeling a rush of exhilaration at his words. “Maybe that’s the plan”, you teased, your voice breathless.

Jensen chuckled softly, his hands gripping your hips tighter. “You’re making it very hard to leave”, he said, his tone playful yet filled with genuine longing.

You kissed him again, deepening the connection, your fingers tangling in his hair. “Good”, you whispered between kisses. “That’s exactly what I want”.

He groaned again, his body responding eagerly to your touch. “You’re impossible”, he said with a laugh, though his voice held no real frustration. “But I think we both know I need to go”.

You sighed, reluctantly pulling back just enough to look into his eyes. “Yeah, I know”, you said softly, your heart aching at the thought of him leaving.

Jensen cupped your face in his hands. “Hey”, he said softly, his gaze locking onto yours. “This isn’t goodbye. We’ll make this work. I promise”.

You nodded, taking a deep breath to steady yourself. “I know”, you replied, your voice filled with determination. “One step at a time, right?”.

“Exactly”, he said, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “And when I get back, we’ll pick up right where we left off”.

You managed a smile, feeling a surge of hope despite the impending separation. “I’ll be counting the days”, you said, your tone a mix of playfulness and sincerity.

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with affection. “So will I”, he replied, giving you one last lingering kiss.

With a final, reluctant sigh, Jensen stepped back, picking up his bag. “Let’s go before I change my mind”, he mumbled.

The drive to Jared’s house was filled with quiet moments of affection and shared glances, both of you trying to savor the time you had left. When you arrived, Jared greeted you with a warm smile, clearly aware of the bond you two shared. He took one look at your faces and couldn’t resist a teasing comment.

“Well, well”, Jared said with a chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “Looks like someone didn’t get much sleep last night”.

You blushed, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, while Jensen just chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, you could say that”, he replied, his tone light. “But it was worth every minute”.

Jared smirked, giving Jensen a playful nudge. “I’m sure it was”, he said. “Just don’t fall asleep on the plane and miss your connection. I’m not coming to get you”.

Jensen rolled his eyes, grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll manage. But thanks for the concern”.

As Jensen went inside to gather his belongings, Jared turned towards you with a knowing smile. His playful demeanor softened slightly as he regarded you with genuine warmth.

“So”, Jared began, his voice gentle, “should I drive you home after we drop off Mr. Not-So-Sleepy-Now at the airport?”.

You nodded, returning his smile gratefully. “That would be really nice, Jared. Thank you”.

Jared nodded, a kind smile spreading across his face. “No problem at all. It’s the least I can do”. He glanced towards the house, then back at you, his eyes thoughtful. “You two have something special, you know? It’s not every day you see that kind of connection”.

You felt a warmth blossom in your chest at his words, appreciating his support. “It feels special”, you admitted, looking in the direction Jensen had gone. “I just hope we can make it work”.

“He’s pretty determined, and from what I can tell, so are you”, Jared commented, leaning against the car.

Jared paused for a moment, his expression turning serious as he looked directly at you. “Just please, don’t be too hard on him and give him time”, he said gently. “He’s been through a lot and needs to sort things out”.

You nodded solemnly, understanding the weight of his words. “I will”, you assured him. “I know it’s not easy for him”.

“He’s a good guy”, Jared continued, his voice filled with sincerity. “But sometimes, good guys need a little patience and understanding”.

“I’ll remember that”, you replied, grateful for Jared’s insight and concern. “Thank you, Jared. For everything”.

He smiled warmly. “Anytime”, Jared said, his tone reassuring.

Jared was definitely the best wingman ever; he saw the spark between you and Jensen before either of you did. He had been the matchmaker, subtly orchestrating moments for you two to connect. Just as you were reflecting on this, Jensen came back with his stuff, his expression a mix of readiness and reluctance.

“All set?”, Jared asked, breaking into a knowing smile.

“Yeah, all set”, Jensen replied, glancing between you and Jared. “Thanks for waiting”.

Jared shrugged, his smile widening. “No problem, man. Just making sure you don’t miss that flight”.

Jensen turned to you, his eyes softening. “Ready to go?”.

You nodded, feeling the familiar warmth of his gaze. “As ready as I’ll ever be”, you said, trying to keep your tone light despite the heaviness in your chest.

The three of you made your way to the car, and as you settled in, Jensen reached over to hold your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. The drive to the airport was filled with light conversation, Jared expertly keeping the mood upbeat despite the looming goodbye.

When you arrived at the airport, the reality of the situation began to set in again. Jared parked the car and turned to the two of you. “I’ll wait outside the car and give you two a moment”, he said, stepping out and closing the door behind him.

Jensen turned towards you, his expression serious yet tender. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the desire to stay clashing with the need to go. Before he could say anything, you nodded and sighed, your voice soft. “I know, I can’t come inside with you”, you said, understanding the implications. “You can’t be seen with me”.

Jensen cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped. “I hate that it has to be this way”, he murmured, his voice filled with regret. “I wish things were different”.

You leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and comfort it brought. “Me too”, you whispered. “But we’ll figure it out. One step at a time, remember?”.

He nodded, his eyes filled with emotion. “Yeah, one step at a time”. He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, as if trying to imprint the memory of you into his mind.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space of the car. “I’ll call you as soon as I land”, he promised, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I’ll be waiting”, you replied, your heart aching with the impending separation.

He kissed you one last time, a kiss filled with all the unspoken words and promises that couldn’t be uttered in the moment. Then, with a deep breath, he reluctantly pulled away and opened the car door.

As he stepped out, Jared approached, offering Jensen a supportive pat on the back. “Take care, man. Call if you need anything”, Jared said, his tone sincere.

Jensen nodded, glancing back at you one last time before heading in. You watched him go.

Jared got back into the driver’s seat, turning to look at you with a reassuring smile. “You okay?”, he asked gently.

You nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, I’ll be okay. Thanks, Jared”.

He nodded, starting the car and pulling away from the airport. The drive back was filled with Jared’s light-hearted conversation, his effort to keep your spirits up not going unnoticed. By the time you reached home, you felt a bit more at ease, grateful for his support.

As you stepped out of Jared’s car, you turned to him with heartfelt gratitude. “Thanks again, Jared. For everything”, you said, sincerity in your voice.

Jared smiled warmly, nodding in understanding. “Anytime”, he replied softly. “And remember, if you ever need to talk or just want to grab a bite, you can always call me. I’m here for you”.

You nodded appreciatively, feeling reassured by his offer of support. “I will”, you promised, meaning every word.

With a final wave, Jared pulled away, leaving you standing outside your apartment building with a mix of emotions swirling inside you. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the solitude that awaited you inside.

Entering your apartment, you felt the absence of Jensen keenly. The space that had felt so warm and alive with him was now quiet and empty.

Sighing, you settled onto the couch, pulling out your phone to check for any messages. Seeing nothing new, you placed it back down and stared out the window, lost in thoughts of Jensen and the uncertain future ahead.

After a while, you found yourself in the bedroom, staring at the empty side of the bed where Jensen had slept. Memories of last night flooded your mind, the intimacy and passion you had shared. You reached for the pillow he had used, burying your face in it, hoping to catch a lingering scent of him. As you inhaled deeply, you smelled a mix of his natural scent, his cologne, and the faint traces of your shared passion. Your heart skipped a beat, the reality of your feelings hitting you hard.

“Fuck”, you muttered to yourself, the realization settling in even harder. You had fallen for him.

The weight of that truth was both exhilarating and terrifying. You had known Jensen for such a short time, yet the connection you felt was undeniable. It was more than just physical attraction—it was a deep, emotional bond that had taken root quickly and firmly.

You sat down on the bed, holding the pillow close, trying to process everything. The distance, the complications, the uncertainty—all of it seemed daunting. But the thought of not having him in your life was even more unbearable.

Determined to make this work, you reached for your phone and opened your messages. You found the last text from Jensen and typed out a quick message:

“Hey, just wanted to let you know I’m thinking about you. Safe travels, and call me when you land. I miss you already”.

After sending the message to Jensen, you set your phone aside and leaned back against the pillows, holding onto the one that still carried his scent. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, fatigue began to creep in, a combination of physical exertion and emotional turmoil.

You decided that a nap would be the best thing to do right now. Closing your eyes, you let yourself relax into the familiar comfort of your bed, the memories of Jensen and last night's intimacy still lingering vividly in your mind.

As you drifted into sleep, your thoughts continued to circle around him—his touch, his voice, the way he looked at you with such warmth and longing. The realization that you had fallen for him deeply resonated in your heart, both thrilling and daunting at the same time.

Hours passed in a haze of dreams and restless sleep, but when you finally stirred awake, you felt slightly more refreshed. The weight of your feelings for Jensen hadn't diminished, but you had gained a bit more clarity and resolve during your rest.

You glanced at your phone and noticed a message waiting for you. It was from Jensen, a simple yet heartfelt reply:

"Miss you too. Can't wait to see you again. I'll call you tonight. Take care".

His words brought a small smile to your lips.

Later that day, you glanced at the time as you finished making a sandwich, realizing Jensen’s plane should have landed any minute now. Walking over to the couch, you sat down and took a deep breath. The lingering scent of Jensen, a mix of his natural aroma and the cologne he wore last night, enveloped you. It was both comforting and slightly torturous, a constant reminder of his presence and absence.

Just then, your phone rang. You smiled as you saw Jensen’s name on the screen and quickly answered.

“Hey”, you greeted, unable to hide the happiness in your voice.

“Hey yourself”, Jensen replied warmly. His voice was slightly muffled, likely due to the taxi he sat in. “I’m on my way home from the airport”.

“I bet you’re exhausted”, you sympathized, imagining the long journey back. “How was the flight?”.

“Long”, Jensen admitted with a chuckle. “But knowing I’ll get to hear your voice makes it all better”.

You took a deep breath, your voice thick with emotion as you mumbled, “My whole apartment smells like you. It’s comforting but also driving me a little crazy”.

Jensen’s laugh was soft and understanding. “I know the feeling. I’ve got your scent all over my clothes too. It’s like a part of you came with me”.

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. “It’s weirdly nice, isn’t it? Like you’re still here with me, even though you’re not”.

“Yeah”, he agreed, his voice dropping to a tender whisper. “But I wish I was there for real".

You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat as you leaned back into the couch. “What did you do to me, Jensen?”, you mumbled, your voice strained with the weight of your emotions. Closing your glassy eyes, you let out a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself.

Jensen’s voice came through the phone, soft and filled with concern. “Hey, you okay?”.

You nodded instinctively, even though he couldn’t see you. “Yeah”, you replied, your voice trembling slightly. “I’m just… feeling a lot right now”.

“I get it”, Jensen murmured, his tone gentle. “I feel it too”.

Silence settled between you, neither of you quite knowing what to say next. The distance felt painfully real in that moment, the longing palpable across the miles that separated you.

“I wish I could hold you right now”, Jensen confessed quietly, his voice carrying a hint of regret.

“Me too”, you whispered, tears threatening to spill over.

Jensen could hear the emotions in your voice, and it broke his heart. Sensing your distress, he decided to try and lighten the mood. “You know”, he began, his tone shifting to something more playful, “I heard a really bad joke on the plane. Want to hear it?”.

You sniffled, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Sure”, you said, your voice still shaky but curious. “Hit me with it”.

Jensen grinned on the other end of the line, glad to hear a small smile in your voice despite the emotional weight of the moment. Taking a breath to compose himself dramatically, he launched into his joke.

“Okay, here it goes”, Jensen started, his voice filled with mock seriousness. “Why couldn’t the bicycle stand up by itself?”.

You paused, playing along, eager to hear the punchline. “I don’t know, why?”.

“Because it was two-tired!”. Jensen delivered the punchline with exaggerated enthusiasm, his laughter ringing through the phone.

You chuckled softly, the tension in your chest easing just a bit. “That’s just so bad”, you admitted, but the smile in your voice was unmistakable.

“I know, right?”, Jensen laughed, clearly pleased that he managed to lighten your mood, even if only for a moment. “But hey, if I can’t be there to hug you, at least I can make you groan with my terrible jokes”.

“You’re doing a great job”, you teased back, feeling a flicker of warmth despite the distance between you.

“I aim to please”, Jensen replied playfully. “Hey… What do you call fake spaghetti?”.

You laughed, appreciating the distraction. “I don’t know, what?”.

“An impasta!”, Jensen delivered his joke with the same enthusiasm.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his joke. “That’s equally bad, Jensen”.

“Well, at least we’re on the same page”, he chuckled. “But seriously, I’m here for you. Whenever you need to talk, laugh, or just hear a bad joke, I’m just a call away”.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely, touched by his gesture. “I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime”, Jensen replied warmly. “Now, how about we plan our next hangout? I want to see you again soon”.

You listened intently as Jensen continued, his voice turning slightly more serious. "I've got a pretty tight filming schedule for the next two months", he admitted, "but I'll be in Austin for a convention in two months".

Your breath hitched at the mention of two months. Two months seemed like an eternity to wait, and disappointment colored your voice as you responded, "Two months?".

"Yeah", Jensen replied softly, sensing your disappointment. "I wish it was sooner too, believe me. But once this filming schedule eases up, I'll make it up to you. We'll plan something special".

You nodded, trying to hide the disappointment in your voice. "Okay, I understand. It's just… I was hoping to see you sooner".

"I know", Jensen said sympathetically. "I was hoping for that too".

Silence fell between you again, the reality of the situation sinking in. The distance, the schedules—it was a challenge you both knew you had to navigate.

"But hey", Jensen continued, his voice brightening slightly, "we can still stay connected. Texts, calls, video chats—you name it".

You took a deep breath, feeling a wave of vulnerability wash over you. “Jensen, I’m sorry if I seem too clingy”, you began, your voice trembling slightly. “It’s not my intention, it’s just… everything feels a bit too much right now. I’m not used to feeling this way”.

Jensen’s tone softened, filled with understanding and warmth. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re not being clingy at all. It’s completely natural to feel this way, especially when things are so new and intense”.

“I just… I really like you”, you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “It feels like we were just starting to really get to know each other, and now everything’s on pause for two months”.

Jensen’s tone remained soft and reassuring. “I get that. But you know, I feel like I already know you better than most of my friends. We’ve had some of the deepest conversations in just a few days”.

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. “Really?”.

“Really”, he confirmed. “I’ve never had such deep talks with any of my ex-girlfriends, let alone in such a short time”.

You chuckled softly, feeling a bit more at ease. “That’s kind of surprising, considering how charming you are”.

“Flattery will get you everywhere”, Jensen teased, a playful note in his voice. “But seriously, I mean it. And besides, getting to know each other even better over the phone might be less distracting”.

“Less distracting?”, you echoed, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Yeah”, Jensen replied with a laugh. “No physical distractions. We can focus on the important stuff—like my collection of bad jokes”.

You laughed, feeling the tension ease from your shoulders. “Oh, I’m looking forward to that”.

“See? It’s already working”, Jensen said, his tone light and playful. “We’ll be experts in each other’s favorite things, pet peeves, and embarrassing stories by the time we meet again”.

"Thank you, Jensen. For making me feel better”.

“Anytime”, he replied warmly. “We’re in this together, remember?”.

“Yeah, we are”, you agreed, feeling a renewed sense of determination.

“Now, go get some rest”, Jensen urged gently. “We’ve got a lot of phone calls and video chats ahead of us”.

“I will”, you promised. “Goodnight, Jensen”.

“Goodnight”, he said softly. “Talk to you soon”.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 11

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ladykailitha · 3 months ago

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A Love Connection Part 6

Woohoo!! We're really into the thick of it now. Everything is going to heat up from here. Again, heads up for the spicy talk.

In this we have the second half of round one and all of round three getting to the two that earned dates.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Steve had a stack of questions on his lap and was sorting through it to decide which questions to ask each Suitor, once he was ready, he nodded to Bob.

“Welcome to the heart to heart where our Catch gets to delve deep with each Suitor and get to the real meat of each one. Each Suitor will be asked five questions over the course of the round and their answers rated.”

“Billy if music was played every time you walked into a room,” Steve asked, “what would it be and why?”

“‘Bringing Sexy Back’ by Justin Timberlake,” Billy replied. “Because wait until you see me.”

Steve fanned himself with one of the ranking boards. Each little sign was round with a number from one to three on them. A number one got three points and so on. “Three points for sure!”

Bob wagged his eyebrows. “Hell, yeah. I’ve seen him and yeah, definitely not beating the allegations.”

The audience wolf whistled and cheered.

“Tommy, who is the best famous Chris?” Steve asked. He was starting slow, getting a feel for their answers.

“Evans,” Tommy said. “Those blue eyes and chiseled jaw? Smoking hot, man.”

“That is Hemsworth erasure!” Bob protested. “And I won’t stand for it!” He stomped his foot and pouted.

Steve leaned into the microphone. “The correct answer is Pine. Have you seen him lately? He is a complete silver fox these days!”

The audience seemed to agree with Steve as they whistled and cheered for that response.

“Doesn’t hurt he was in both Star Trek and the D&D movie,” Eddie added brightly.

Steve laughed. “That too! I’m going to give Tommy two points for that one because Evans is pretty easy on the eyes.”

“How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie pop?” Steve asked, trying to stifle a giggle. He didn’t quite manage. Most because Eddie started giggling too.

“One,” then a licking sound, “two,” then a another licking sound, “three,” another licking sound, “CRUNCH!” He giggled again. “Three!”

The audience politely clapped and Bob winced. “Well that dates this crowd, ouch! Do yourselves a favor and look up Toostie Pop owl. You’ll thank me later!”

Steve laughed, his nose scrunching in amusement. “Yay! I was really hoping you were going to do it that way. Three points for sure.”

“I aim to please.” It was said in a lower octave that sent a shiver down Steve’s spine as if the that wasn’t the only thing he aimed to do.

“Billy,” Steve said clearing his throat. “What is your favorite thing to watch on a lazy Sunday morning?”

“I usually like to catch whatever game is on,” Billy said, then paused. Steve could imagine him licking his lips. “Or if there is two of us, nothing like a porno to get the engines running if you know what I mean.”

Bob wagged his eyebrows. “Someone likes getting a little action. Very nice.”

Steve on the other hand was bright red. He shuffled through the number signs. “Two points.” Looked down to hide how much the comment embarrassed him.

“Tommy,” he said roughly, “if you were in a relationship right now, who would be your celebrity pass?”

“What’s that?” Tommy asked confused. “I’m not sure what that is.”

Bob smirked at the camera. “Well, Tommy it’s if you were in a committed relationship and there was a famous person who wanted to sleep with your significant other for just one night, who would that be for you? Like between me and my wife, if Winona Ryder wanted to sleep with me, I would get a free pass to sleep with her without my wife saying I cheated on her. Hers is Chris Hemsworth.”

Tommy laughed. “Yeah, all right. I get it now. We all know Stevie’s would be Chris Pine.” Steve blushed again. “Um...Michael Sheen in his Lucian from ‘Underworld’ leathers. Hell yeah.”

“Three points because hell yeah,” Steve agreed.

“Eddie, what is one thing everyone should try once?” Steve asked. This was Mike’s question and the last one from the kids.

“D&D,” Eddie said. “Pick any edition that makes you feel comfortable but for beginners I would definitely avoid anything pre-2000 as it’s a lot harder, but just let someone you trust run a game for you get you involved in the process and see how you like it.”

Steve and Bob shared a look of amazement at his answer, they were both expecting something a little more deep, but instead it was quirky and fun.

“Three points for sure,” Steve said, more than a little awed. “Some of the kids in my classes play it and they would love to meet someone as passionate about it as they are.”

“Hey,” Eddie said warmly, “even if this gig doesn’t work out, give me a call and I’ll happily come run a game for your kids.”

Steve blushed even harder. How was he supposed to recover from that? “I might just take you up on that.”

“Any time,” Eddie positively purred.

Bob grabbed one Steve’s signs as the audience laughed to Bob fanning himself with the number one.

“Did it just get hot in here?”

“Right!” Steve said with forced cheer, trying to move this along. “Billy if you had the chance to relive one day of your life what would it be and why?” He figured that was a safe enough question. Or at least enough of distraction from how hot this Eddie was sounding.

“Oh that’s easy,” Billy said, low and dark. “My twenty-fifth birthday, I had low, slow, deep sex with twins from Morocco. We fucked all day. Man, those boys could bend.”

“Jeez,” Bob huffed, “how do you sleep if you’re getting so much sex?”

“With my dick in their ass or their mouth on my dick,” Billy said darkly.

As much as Steve would like to say that was unexpected, it was really wasn’t. Not coming from Billy. But he also knew that he was just as much of horn dog. “Two points.” The two sign was getting a lot of use today.

Billy chuckled. “I’ll convert you yet, Steve. Just give me the chance and I’ll blow your world. I would love to fuck you slowly, baby.”

“Wow,” Bob said and then pursed his lips, cocking his head to the side. “That was certainly something.”

Steve’s left hand fisted his slacks as he tried to tramp down on his embarrassment yet again. “Tommy, what would you make for breakfast for a date who spent the night for the first time?”

Tommy let out a low whistle. “That’s a good one. I would make chocolate chip pancakes with real maple syrup from Vermont with scrambled quail eggs, and freshly cut pork shoulder bacon. For the drink you can either freshly squeezed orange juice, without the pulp of course or Colombian coffee home ground with just a hint of vanilla.”

“That’s certainly a fancy spread,” Bob replied, he turned to Steve. “And how would we rank his answer?”

Steve grimaced. He hated all that pretentious stuff. Just give him buttered toast and a cup of hot coffee and he’d love them forever. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “One point. I’m just a middle school teacher from Indiana. I don’t need anything fancy.”

He closed his eyes as the silence stretched a little thin. Then Bob was clearing his throat. His eyes shot open. Right. He had a show to finish.

“Eddie,” Steve said, throwing out the previous question about a road trip, “how do you feel about kids?”

“Can you clarify?” Eddie asked softly. “Like do I want them? Or just kids in general?”

Steve blushed at his warm tone. He had never blushed so much in his life. He cleared his throat. “Well it was kids in general, because you wanted to come DM for a few of them, but you can answer the former, too if you wanted.”

Bob’s eyes went wide as he turned to the camera and the audience oohed.

“That’s fair,” Eddie said with a laugh. “I love kids. I love their devious little minds. DM’ing for kids is more fun because they’ll come up with the weirdest shit imaignable to get out of the most mundane situations. I just love that. Little girls are scary in that regard though. They’ll befriend the local wolf pack and the next thing you know, they’ve taken over the world.”

Steve laughed. Yeah, that tracked from what he saw in his own students. As long little girls didn’t have parents or teachers trying to beat that out of them, they absolutely would take over the world.

“And as for the other question,” Eddie said seriously, “yeah sure. I’d love to adopt specifically. Kids like me, who if I didn’t land in with my uncle at an early age, I would have been that troubled kid.” He cleared his throat. “So yeah. I’d love to have kids.”

Steve wiped away a tear. “Three points.”

“He better have gotten full points for that answer,” Bob huffed. “That was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard on this show.”

Steve could only agree, especially in its sincerity.

“Billy, what is the hottest thing anyone has done for you?”

“Ooh, spicy!” Bob said.

“That’s a tough question, babe,” Billy said, his voice dark and sultry. “I’ve had a lot of hot things that boys have done to me.”

“Most recent then,” Steve said with a huff of laughter. This balls on this guy must be larger than his head. If there was anyone who matched Dustin’s ego it was definitely this dude.

“Now that one was fun,” Billy said. “I had a guy that I sat next to on a long flight from Hawaii to LA. It was a red eye so there was only the two of us in first class. He gave me a blowjob when all the lights went down. Definitely in my top ten blowjobs, too.”

Steve’s nose wrinkled, but he did ask for it. “Two points. Not into semi-public to public sex.”

Billy laughed. “To each their own, doll.”

“Tommy,” Steve said just plowing through to the next question. “If you had a million dollars to give away, where you give it and why?”

“Only a million?” Tommy said with a scoff. “I do that yearly, anyway. Some of my favorite charities are youth after school programs and cancer research.”

Steve sighed. There was that push to show how much money he had. He really wondered if this guy was happy. “Three points.” But only because if he had given any less there would be a riot. But it was obvious he only picked those things because saying what he really would have given the money to probably would have raised some red flags.

“Eddie,” he said, “here’s a fun question for you. Who do you think killed Pres. Kennedy?”

“Ooh, sweetheart,” Eddie cooed. “You certainly know the way to a man’s heart. Conspiracy theories are my jam. Not because I believe in them, but because they are so fascinating. But in this case there is no doubt there was a hell of a cover up. A warehouse worth of evidence and it disappears before it can be declassified? Nah, fam. So, I’m going to say it was CIA. JFK was going to win the next election and they couldn’t have that. So they had him killed.”

Steve laughed. “That tracks. Thanks!”

“You’re welcome,” Eddie said brightly. “That was a fun question.”

“All right,” Bob said, “we are going into the last question for all three of our Suitors. Our current totals are: Eddie with fifty-seven, the clear runaway leader. Billy with thirty-seven, and Tommy with thirty-six. It’s down to this last question who will get the chance to go on the date with Steve, Billy or Tommy. All righty, Steve. Lay those last questions on our Suitors.”

Steve had originally had a different question for Billy, but after all the unhinged sexual answers he decided he had a better question for the man whore. “Billy, how do you feel about male lingerie?”

“Male lingerie?” Billy said in confusion. “I thought lingerie was only for chicks, not dudes.”

“Well, Billy,” Bob said with a smile, “there has been a recent development where men wanted to feel sexy, too. But lingerie is designed for breasts and wider hips, things that would look bad if a man tried wearing them. So designers came up with silky underwear that fit a man’s body.”

“Hmm,” Billy said thoughtfully. “Who would be wearing the male lingerie? Because that would determine how I feel about them.”

Gotcha! Steve thought. “Me.”

“It would be nice for to come home to,” Billy said, “the once. Then I would rip it off you and fuck you into the mattress.”

Steve was a little disappointed in the answer. His lip quivered and he bit it.

“I would buy you as many as you wanted,” Eddie said softly. “I know it’s not my turn, but babe. I’d buy them in different styles and different colors and lovingly remove them each time to keep them safe.”

Steve smiled. “Thanks, Eddie. Two points to Billy. For the great sex afterwards I guess.”

“Get me to the dating round, doll,” Billy huffed, “and I’ll make you a believer.”

“Tommy what was your dream job when you were a kid?” Steve was hoping for something sincere for a change.

“Rich and famous,” Tommy said with a laugh. “Didn’t everyone?”

Bob and Steve shared a concerned glance.

“No,” Steve said slowly. “I always wanted to be a teacher. Or an archaeologist. Until I found out about the math.” He shuddered. “One point.”

“I think that cinches it for Billy to go on to the date round,” Bob said, “we’ll still have our catch ask his last que–”

“Wait!” Tommy said. “I know it won’t change anything, even if I get three points Billy still wins by one. But can I change my answer?”

“It would technically be a tie,” Bob said gently, “so I can’t have Steve change your points, but go ahead.”

Tommy was silent for a moment. “I wanted to be a fireman. I know most boys did at a certain age, but I really wanted to be a fireman. But my dad was a banker, so he wanted me to follow in his footsteps. So instead of training to be a firefighter out of high school I went to college.”

Steve heart broke just a little. “That sounds sweet, Tommy.”

“Thanks,” Tommy said with a sniffle.

“All right, Eddie,” Steve said gently steering the conversation back to the game. “If we were to get matching tattoos, what would it be and why?”

“A tattoo question for little me?” Eddie asked gleefully. “Did you peek? You did, didn’t you? You saucy thing.”

Bob laughed. “Nope, apparently Mr. Middle School Teacher here has a tattoo on his forearm.”

Eddie giggled and stomped his feet excitedly. “I guess it would depend how far we are into dating we were. But definitely not each other’s names. That’s just asking for trouble. I’d say... hmmm... a little half heart on the inside of the wrist, so that when we hold hands they form a complete heart.”

“Dude,” Bob said, “are you for real? This show has never had a score as high as yours in the history of its run. Billy can only hope you spill wine on Steve’s lap on your date in two days otherwise you’re going to be really hard to beat.”

Eddie chuckled. “I’m just me, man. I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Well I know what I want to say,” Steve said a little breathless. “Three points.”

“And there we have it,” Bob said to the camera. “Tomorrow Billy will pick up Steve from his hotel lobby in his fancy Camero to wine and dine Steve. We will fly Eddie out to Hawkins tomorrow so he can pump your best friend Robin for all your favorite things to do and the best place for a picnic. Then miniature golf and dinner at the local diner, Benny’s. Then you’ll both fly back here for the finale where Steve will reveal who his love connection is!”

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ravencincaide · 1 year ago

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When you assume you make an ‘ass’ out of me and you

Summary: Finding out you’re pregnant, you decide to end things over text. Too bad Chuuya and Dazai were NOT buying your poor excuses. Or the time you made them very happy.

Pairing: preg! Reader x Dazai x Chuuya

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 5: Embracing

Warnings: pregnancy, cursing, hint at (kinky) intimacy,

Enjoy ~

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You were feeling like shit. And that was a huge statement considering that you had only ever taken a handful of sick days; turning up to work despite broken bones, staples keeping your skin somewhat together and internal bleeding. Cold was a minor inconvenience and sprained muscles could be forced to function. Ear inflammation was harder but still doable. After all, your job wasn’t all about active field work. A lot of it was information checking online, monitoring people or groups activities through other teams reports or keeping an eye on bank data so your team was within its budget for missions, leisure or other necessities. Damn, it was a miracle how you managed to fix it the last budging year when you had two subordinates who were the definition of shooting maniacs, one chronic alcoholic, and an illiterate clutz who could never find receipts or who somehow switched up numbers in their reports to the point of giving you a heart attack.

Thereby being away even for a day not only risked your office becoming a shooting range, no work being done, missions delayed however, most importantly, your steady tower of paperwork growing into an unmanageable city. You were on your second week away from the office, with no real prognosis for when you’d feel well enough to be back. And you were dreading going back.

Your boss has turned up a few days prior, had taken a thirty second look at you before you ran to the bathroom throwing up and had essentially three things to say to you while you were hugging the porcelain pony:

“ If it’s a stomach bug, get it cured before you even think about entering the office. If you’re pregnant-” the words had made your head snap up in total shock at a possibility you hadn’t even considered. Seeing as your boss brought it up, clearly she thought that you might be. Maybe not that shocking given that you were fucking more than average “ and want an abortion then hurry up and get it done before its too late. And see you in the office at the end of the month.” You could practically feel the warning look from your boss through the heavy wooden door, threatening you not to sweep this issue under the carpet and to keep her updated. “ If you intend to keep it then get your prenatals in order and see you in three years.” With those words she, being the ever caring friend she was, dropped two packets of pregnancy tests on your desk before leaving you alone.

When the results came back positive it was not necessarily a shocker. What surprised you more was that the nauseous feeling came as spontaneously as it did and how tired you felt most days. How exhausted thinking, or in your case overthinking, made you. It felt as if that little test, or five, somehow made you grow up overnight. From a carefree young adult doing whatever you wanted, missions, drinking or wild kinky sex you were suddenly expected within the next nine months to become a mother. A responsible and caring adult that would make yourself, your children and your own parents proud. You didn’t know if you were going to succeed with that but you were damn determined to give your baby the best childhood and care you could. And step one in that equation was to remove people out of your life who did not want a serious relationship with you or were interested in raising a baby together. You did not need forced commitment or alimony; what you needed was a partner and a father to your child. And since you were certain your lovers were not up to the role, you were certain you’d do a much better job alone by yourself- as always!

Still you never expected you would become the kind of trashy person who’d end things over text. You couldn’t understand how people could do it; either talk to the person you want to break up with or do a Dazai and just ghost. This felt too much like attachment issues wrapped in apology for you. Knowing you were already gonna earn a place in hell for it, you typed up a message that you were certain they’d hate you for. Which was perfect in your mind, if you were shooting yourself in the foot by breaking up with two executives who outranked you and your boss by a mile then the least you could do was make sure they wouldn’t unnecessarily seek you out. You’d deal with their revenge on you when you got back from parental leave.

Thus when the sound of pounding on your door came many hours later you were certain it was your boss again. Either to scold you for the extra workload she got from her bosses thanks to yours truly or to kidnap you to the hospital. Dragging yourself out of bed with a groan you quickly ran a brush through your hair for a more presentable appearance. Giving up on changing out of the t-shirt and shorts you headed for the door, opening it absentmindedly. Too late you realized you should have checked who it was.

“ What the hell are you two doing here?” You asked, making your meanest look as you crossed your arms over your chest. You were certain it looked more like a chihuahua barking at a rottweiler than anything threatening.

“ Checking if it’s a hostage situation, Bella” You gaped as Chuuya and Dazai brushed past you. Your dark haired ex-lover making his way to your bedroom, hand on the hilt of his gun. Before you could stop him, Chuuya, who was still lingering in the doorway, forced your attention by sticking his phone into your face with your textmessage pulled up on the screen.

Thank you for this time, I’ve found a better dick. No hard feelings.

“ What is this damned thing?” He asked, his voice far above the usual caring and loving tone he’d use with you.

“ What does it look like?” You raised your hand and studied the chipped manicure on your nails no longer able to stand the angry and hurt expression on his face. “ I’m breaking up with you, duh.”

“ Heeh what the hell do you mean by that Y/N? Better dick?” He took a step closer to you, his expression growing darker by the second “ We all know you’re a slut for us, ready to let us do whatever we want to you so stop lying and spit out what’s really going on.” he was gripping your arms tightly. When you refused to look at him he gave you a rough shake in warning.

“ What the hell-” you caught your exclamation that ‘it hurts’ knowing that it was exactly what he was going for at that moment. “ It’s as I said, I found someone new”

“ How long?!” he didn’t yell but somehow that made it even worse. When you didn’t reply immediately he shook you again “ And what’s so great about this supposed new person.”

You felt your eyes sting and closed them for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady your nerves. Your next sentence was a hit below the belt; “ They’re actually sweet and caring towards me. Not just after sex.”

“ Sweetheart-” the look on Chuuya’s face was as if you had slapped him, the arguments caught in his throat.

You looked away from him, shaking his hands off your shoulders. Your heart was tearing itself in your ribcage, Begging you to stop this nonsense. But you wouldn’t- you couldn’t. You needed to protect the child in your tummy, to shelter them from the constant fighting, every other week visitation, jealousy and screaming. You needed to prevent them from becoming a pawn in a game called ‘hurt the other parent more’.

“ Sweetheart, do you really believe that-?” Chuuya asked carefully.

“ -Or is it just that you are pregnant Y/N?” Dazai’s question made you jump, your head snapping in his direction. You could see him leaning against the doorway, an unreadable expression on his face. Damn you hated it when he did that.

“ I don’t know what you’re talking about '' you lied, back to crossing your arms over your chest. “ I’m done with this conversation so please get out.”

“ Come on Y/N the cats out of the bag now” Dazai looked almost too pleased with himself as he held up the pregnancy test he had fished out of the trashcan.

You felt the colour drain from your face. Your mouth opening and closing as your mind raced between forcing them out of your apartment and lying about it, again.

“ Is it a false positive?” Chuuya asked cautiously, eyeing the brunette.

“ There are five more in there,” Dazai shrugged, silently telling him to draw his own conclusions, as he took a step towards you. You cursed yourself for not taking the trash out sooner.

“ Is it ours?” The question made you hang your head in defeat. “ Belladonna is it-” Dazai growled in warning.

“ Yes” you breathed. You could feel them sharing a look of utter confusion between each other over your head.

“ Darlin, then why the charades?”

“ Because you wouldn’t want it!” you screamed at the top of your lungs “ and I- we don’t need a partner out of obligation.”

Silence lingered in your apartment for a few long moments. You wrapped your arms around yourself. You just wanted them to stop making this harder on you than it already was. Now that they knew the reason for all this, you prayed they wouldn’t cause any more hassle and just silently walk out of the apartment. That they’d walk out of your life and leave you alone. Without any fighting, pity or compromises. Just go, you pleaded silently, before you’d find yourself regretting your decision.

“ You assumed we wouldn’t want it,” Chuuya corrected you. You raised your head finally facing your lover, ready to scream at him- them to get out. The scream never made it past your lips, his expressing killing any arguments you had left; you had expected distress or anger on his face, maybe sadness or guilt but all you could see was a bright happy smile. “ And when you assume something you make an ‘ass’ out of me and you. Now come here my sweetheart” he spread his arms out beckoning you for a hug.

You had never seen that expression on Chuuya’s face. It was as if you had gifted him the sun and moon on a silver platter. You felt all fight fading out of your body, leaving behind just tiredness and longing for his warm embrace.Cautiously you came up to him, breathing a sigh of relief as he hugged you close yet gently to his body, burying his face in your shoulder. “ Oh sweets you’re gonna be a mother- I’m gonna be a father!”

“ Or uncle” Dazai added unable to stop himself from pushing Chuuya’s buttons“ You’re so cute Chuuya ready to be a dad to my kids”

“ Shut it mackerel” Chuuya muttered “ You’re just jealous she’s hugging me.”

“ And you’re just denying the undeniable”

Chuuya growled in reply before biting back the anger, turning his attention towards you instead. The smile never once leaving his face “ So don’t you dare try and break up with us over this again, ‘kay?” Chuuya moved back and pressed a kiss to your forehead before brushing your hair out of your eyes “- or you’re welcome to break up with bandages over there” he teased, making you smile slightly as Dazai let out an annoyed ‘ you dog’.

Surprisingly the argument didn’t go any further than that. Instead Dazai’s attention was shifting between you in Chuuya’s arms and the little white test still clutched between his fingers before he finally broke the silence:“ By the way Belladonna have you had your doctors visit yet? To ensure the little one is fine.”

You sighed, shaking your head a no. “ I haven’t really got around to it yet”

“ That won’t do!” Chuuya cried pulling back from you instantly, his hand already dialing his subordinates, while he was walking towards the door then turning around and pacing back into your room“ Yes I need you to find the best prenatal care doctor in Yokohoma- yes directly I don’t care how much they charge- Sweetheart where is your insurance and identification card?”

You blinked as he stopped in front of you, blue eyes staring at you intensely “ umm In the kitchen, furthest cupboard to the right- top draw. Should be under the travel pamphlet.” Before you could finish your sentence he was already out of the room going to hunt for your documents.

Still you could hear him talking on the phone, beginning to list a bunch of things he wanted delivered to your place within the next fifteen minutes; childcare books, research on food that was safe to eat during pregnancy, alcohol- he was clear to specify it was for himself- and some safe alcohol free options.

“ - and prepare statistics on best child care facilities in Yokohama, and broker offers for all the housing around those areas -and–”

“ Chuuya don't just start randomly buying things” you yelled, staring to follow behind him pausing only when a very gentle hand wrapped itself around your wrist. In fact you were half way pulling out of the touch before your mind registered it. The unusual softness surprised you. Usually Dazai was unapologetically rough during sex; unafraid to slap, hit or even whip you and it was Chuuya who showed you in butterfly touches, kisses over bruised skin and soft embraces.

“ Let him be Y/N” Dazai stated, his voice sounding strange in your ears. His hand falling away from your wrist the instant you turned to face him. You could see that his head was bowed, his hair covering his eyes from you. Sometime during your and Chuuya’s embrace he had moved to sit down on a nearby chair. Wordlessly he patted his lap, silently asking you to sit down instead of the usual act of just pulling you into it. You looked at him skeptically as you took your place on his lap. The moment you did he buried his face in your shoulder, his arms pausing inches above your skin as if you’d shatter in his arms if he touched you..

“ Are you okay?” You asked as you urged him closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Taking it as permission he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you carefully to his chest, burying his face in your hair. He held you like that for a few moments, totally silent but for an almost unnoticeable shake of his shoulders “ Dazai, are you crying?”

His response was to bring you even closer

“ Dazai, are you okay?” You asked again with more worry in your voice. He hushed you, stroking your hair. You were starting to panic at his reaction, your mind racing so much that you almost missed his answer to your previous question;

“ I’m more ‘okay’ than ever, Y/N”

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Little Break

Our Story Masterlist Summary: People find out that Harry and YN have broken up.

Celebrity Gossip Article

Harry Styles and YN Tomlinson have split after nearly seven years together

Harry, 24, began dating his bandmates sister YN, 24, in 2011 after the couple were pictured kissing at a party.

Fans were quick to speculate that Harry Styles has split from his influencer girlfriend, YN Tomlinson, when they noticed YN didn't attend the singers Live On Tour shows in Manchester or London.

The former One Direction member and YN report they are "taking a little break".

Harry, 24, began dating his bandmates sister YN, 24, in 2011 after the couple was pictured kissing at a party.

A source close to the pair said they split after almost seven years together is down to them having “different priorities and commitments that are keeping them apart”.

The source told Celebrity Gossip: "He’s still touring and is now going abroad. She is focusing on her family, work projects and her work in London".

"They’re still very close friends and will continue to support each other".

"They’re on a break. It’s impossible to have a relationship when he’s touring and YN has her work commitments in London and along with her brother and grandparents, care for her younger siblings".

Harry is currently preparing for the Australian leg of his tour while YN is planning to release her own company and clothing line at the end of the year.

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ynfan He looks just as sad as YN 😥

1Dfan Anne is with him❤️ ⌞harryfan3 I bet she's just as sad x

1Dfan9 I want them back together!!!!! PLEASE!!

ynfan4 I can't take this anymore, I'm just devastated ⌞hater Grow up!! People break up all the time, they're no different!

louisfan Do you think Harry and Louis have spoken??

harryynupdate he's definitely been crying 😥😥😥

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ynfan She looks so sad 😥

1Dfan Why can't they just leave her alone, it's clear to see she's uncomfortable!!!! ⌞harryfan3 I feel so bad for her

1Dfan5 I'm gonna miss her and Harry together 😥😥😥

ynfan4 I haven't stopped crying since reading the article! ⌞harryfan8 Same!!!! I loved them together❤️❤️

1Dfan I don't believe in love anymore

larryfan It was never real anyway!

harryynupdate I wish this was all a joke😭

harryfan Looking for attention again! ⌞louisfan3 You're so unkind, she's literally walking through London

louisfan I want to give her a cuddle❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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YN read the article and now it felt real for her. She looked around their London home, photos of them together, with their families, all the furniture they had chosen together teased her.

She sat all morning on sofa, the tv playing in front of her, tears streaming down her face. For the first time ever, she felt alone. Sure, her family and friends, and even Harry's family and friends had checked in on her, but she felt lonely.

After mopping around and scrolling through her endless amount of photos of the her and Harry over the years, she decided she needed to be close to her Mum right now. So she packed up some of her things and headed back home.

YN's Instagram Story:

YN"s DMs:

I hope you're okay YN 💗

Are you and Harry getting back together?????

Are you going to share Teddy? 💙

Can't believe you broke up with Harry, you broke his heart 😠😠😠

You're ugly anyway! Harry did the best thing and dump your ass!!

lottietomlinson Hurry up sis! We're all waiting with your fav drinks and snacks! Love youuuuu💗💗💗💗💗

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After driving home to Doncaster to her grandparents house, YN walked through the door with Teddy in her arms. She was surprised how quiet the house was considering all her sisters were here. She had found her Nan in the kitchen, waiting for her.

"Come here my love". Jen pulled her eldest granddaughter into her arms and the tears began to roll down YN's cheeks once more that day. "Shh..it's okay my darling".

"I just miss him Nan...and I miss Mum".

"I know darling...it's not going to be easy but you'll be okay". Jen tried to reassure her as she wiped the tears from her cheek with a tissue.

Trying to distract herself, she placed Teddy down onto the floor and watched him scuttle off into the other room. "Where's Grandad and the girls?".

"They've just gone for a walk..the girls got a little restless waiting for you".

Once the girls come back and smothered their oldest sister with cuddles and filled her in on all the drama of being young teenagers, they all cuddled up in the living room with pillows and blankets and watched all their favourite films. It was during this time that YN felt just at home, almost like she was a child again and hanging out with her siblings.

But it was later on that night when she was lying alone in bed, an empty space next to her, that the pain hit her again. Despite the distance that separated them the last few months and the disagreements they were having, YN still loved him.

She held her phone in her hand, hovering over his name. She wanted to hear his voice, even if it was just to say goodnight. She debated sending him a text. Just as she was about to change her mind and lock her phone, it pinged.

Harry It didn't feel right not saying goodnight to you. Goodnight, sweet dreams x

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herejusttosufferalong · 5 months ago

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I can't stop thinking about this interview, particularly this part. It's so interesting because they all seem to be hiding something lol.

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS21qvoqG/

Anyway, here is my analysis so I can get on with my life.

Firstly, N and HD are very quick to put up the "I have" signs, even before clarifying if the crush is on Bridgerton or across their career. They're both a bit bashful as well. I STRONGLY believe they have crushes on a Bridgerton cast member. Now, CJ's response is more interesting to me. She is flat out denying it before it's even been clarified, and is quite defensive about it, probably because she is the only one (publicly) who is in a committed, long-term relationship. She has a lot more at stake in her response so decides to go to the level of extreme denial. She may also feel that it may force N and HD to respond in the negative, so there aren't any whispers about pairings on Bridgerton (particularly evident at the end when she looks at their "I have never" responses re. Bridgerton and says "yeah look at us, we're good, aren't we good"). However, she probably doesn't realise that by doing this, she puts N and HD in a prickly position. They may feel the need to be disingenuous and lie so that they don't 'rock the boat'. You can see N and HD kind of flipping their answers and HD says something like "it happens way too often... oh, not on this job", which seems really forced lol.

N does something that is really funny to me. She challenges CJ's response and says something like, "yeah you do. You get kind eyes!" I think N says this without thinking too. I believe she does this because she wants to be as genuine as possible. She is trying to make it an even playing field in the process so that her response isn't viewed as the 'different one'. Now, by N saying this she confirms that 1) CJ's crush is definitely on Bridgerton (ofc they would only be having convos about 'kind eyes' on set re. cast members), and 2) They definitely talk about their crushes. Then things get all confused and N goes on to say the infamous "well it's a very attractive cast, let's be real... oh no, in general", which obviously makes no sense.

So in conclusion, imo based on the video evidence (lol), they've all crushed on Bridgerton cast. If I had to guess, I reckon CJ crushed on Theo/Calam (or LT, but maybe that's a bit too obvious), HD crushed on Victor (or maybe LT too lol), and we can all guess who N crushed/IS CRUSHING on.

What is everyone’s thoughts on HD/LN

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theweirwoodfiles · 7 months ago

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The Weirwood Files: Rhaewin (Rhaenyra x Harwin)

Subject: A defense of Harwin Strong and an analysis of his relationship with Rhaenyra.

I want my first real post to be a deep dive into the beautiful relationship that is Rhaenyra x Harwin, a relationship that team green considers shameful, while team black (mostly staunch daemyras), finds it shallow and boring. I believe both interpretations are incorrect, as even with their limited screen time together, Emma and Ryan managed to tell a beautiful love story, even in just the way they looked at one another. With a single look, so much was said without a word being spoken.

One thing that Rhaewin has begun to get criticism for lately, is the idea that Harwin is no better than any other man in Rhaenyra’s life, that he too has groomed and taken advantage of her, that perhaps he is no “saint” as he seems to be treated by the fandom.

The truth is, there is nothing within the canon to suggest this. The first moment we get between them is when we see Harwin giving Rhaenyra an encouraging look after she returns from killing the boar. Nothing here implies he is lusting after her. Instead, Harwin merely just stands out as being the only one at the hunt to look at her with admiration while everyone stares in confusion or judgment.

The next two scenes we are given of them also definitely don’t have any hint of predatory behavior from Harwin. He runs into her after she snuck out with Daemon and presumably decides to keep her secret, and the one after that he carries her away out of the chaos during her wedding after being given permission by his father, the hand.

There is no canon evidence to support Harwin groomed her. Grooming implies a pattern of behavior over time that we do not see from Harwin. He and Rhaenyra have no pre existing relationship before they conceive Jace, Harwin does not even put himself forward for her hand during her marriage tour. Harwin does not commit any predatory actions towards Rhaenyra.

This quote by Sara Hess is the closest we have to an official canonical description of Harwin, and while granted, Hess has said her fair share of questionable things in the past, there is nothing in the canon that disputes what she said.

“He’s one of the more unambiguous characters, he’s just a good dude. You don’t see him off doing morally questionable things, which almost everybody else is doing. They’re so flawed and human and messy. He was able to be a paragon of decency and generosity and handsome strength. He’s one of the guys you could just love and feel great about loving and then he’s ripped from you too soon, before he does anything that could fuck that up for you. He’s our perfect angel.”

With this settled, I want to move on to their actual love story. We know they did not have much time together before they conceived Jace, considering the timeline of events. What we can put together at least, is that Rhaenyra was in a vulnerable position with Laenor. After they tried several times to conceive and failed, she needed to secure her position quickly and found solace in Harwin, who proved himself to be one of the only trusted figures she had in court.

The next time we see Rhaewin is after the time jump. They have already had two beautiful sons together and another has just been born. Despite this implied intimacy, they have to hide their affections, only able to give each other coy smiles and a playful line here and there. Harwin holds their newborn son and Rhaenyra looks at the sight with adoration, yet also a hint of sadness, as if she is thinking of a world where they could be open about their love. In the night, they are in each other’s arms and make sons, princes of the realm. Yet in the day, these stolen moments are all they can afford.

The next time we see Harwin, he points out Criston Cole’s lack of care in his son’s training. He attempts to teach Jace as distantly as he can, and it is very clear he is increasingly frustrated with only being able to go so far in his son’s teachings. In the end, Cole still provokes him, and Harwin unleashes his anger on him. All the pain and frustration of only being able to love Rhaenyra and their children from afar is let out in the form of this beatdown on Cole.

It would not follow without consequence however. Harwin is ordered to leave his position as Commander of the City Watch and go back to Harrenhal, away from Rhaenyra, away from their sons. Ryan Corr does an amazing job in this scene and you can just feel his utter devotion when he says one of my favorite lines from the show “you have your honor, and I have mine”.

In a world where conceiving bastards is considered sinful and shameful, Harwin sees their union as one of love and honor. His sons are not treacherous reminders of sin and lust, but worthy princes born of love.

Rhaenyra and Harwin’s final scene together is one of the most heartbreaking scenes in the show. Rhaenyra is losing one of the only trusted figures she has in court, the man she sought comfort in and who fathered her three sons, and Harwin is losing everything that means the most to him. And once again, despite the privacy, despite the fact that this is their last moment together, they still cannot be open about their love. There is no final kiss goodbye, not even a hug. There is only a single look between them that says all we need to know, and a hopeful promise that Harwin will return.

One of the most tragic things about this scene is that Jacaerys picks up on everything between them. He sees the looks shared between them, the desire for a hug or a kiss, he sees it all and he knows what it means. His mother and father have a love story that they can never tell anyone about, not even their own son.

TL;DR: Rhaewin is a beautiful yet tragic twist on the knight and princess love story trope. Those that see this relationship as shameful have had their brains rotted by team discourse who buy into the “bastardphobia” present in universe (despite the fact that that is constantly criticized by the narrative itself), and wave it away as a “mistake”. There is nothing at all shameful about their relationship, and their sons were not made of sin, but of love. Rhaewin is also far from boring or shallow, to say this is to insult the work done by Emma and Ryan. There is a very beautiful, and rich love story between these two characters for those that have eyes to see it.

#hotd #house of the dragon #fire and blood #rhaenyra targaryen #harwin strong #rhaenyra x harwin #rhaenyra targaryen x harwin strong #rhaewin #theweirwoodfiles

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sealofarchives · 7 months ago

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Could you create a headcanon for ‘Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles’ about what kind of fathers Leo, Raph, Donnie, and Mikey would be? I find this idea fun. :3

Headcanon: Rise!Turtles being dads and sweetest husband to the reader (Separate) (Requested prompt)

A/N: I'm still uncomfortable with the idea of aging up the guys towards "mature content."

However, this idea was really cute. It only made sense for this prompt where the guys are aged up with some reference to their bad end!future selves. I went with around early 30's when the turtle of your choice and the reader are in a committed relationship and currently raising a kid at the moment.

So please have common sense and think before typing some snarky response with 'oh aged up content is bad lol' (Because I will put those ideas on the 'do not write list' if people get too weird about it...)

Raph

You know how he has the habit of that one baby voice with Mayhem. (and a bit of the hey buddy tone towards Mikey or Donnie)

- His kid is never gonna escape from it. (even by the time the kid is a grown up)

He definitely panicked for a bit when his kid (during the energetic toddler phase) enjoyed climbing over a big guy like him.

- So he had to ask Donnie to make a battle shell specifically as a soft cushion. So the spiky shell doesn't accidentally scratch the kid.

Part of him is worried anytime he has to scold his kid. And only when you're around is when he feels okay to do so.

- He definitely does the "Did you ask (Y/N) if you could have another cookie?" sort of question. (Sometimes willing to go along with what his kid wants or following (Y/N) if he got caught spoiling the kid)

You're getting at least one peck on the cheek by the end of the day.

- Or earlier in the day if he accidentally woke you up.

Compared to his younger self who slightly whined about chores, he grew to enjoy it when both of you worked on it together.

- Laundry being one example where you're usually folding clothing fresh from the dryer. And he stacks a pile back into the clean basket/hamper.

His eyesight in the right eye has gotten a bit worse. (not as bad as his bad end counterpart where he needs an eyepatch) But, you often act as his extra set of eyes and call out to any surprise attacks.

- Which earned the title of you two with a tag team couple and he still blushes thinking about it.

Leo

Every few hours before a night patrol, he always checks in to see what his kid is up to and often gives a hug before leaving.

Often gives bedtime stories through retellings of Lou Jitsu's movies or Jupiter Jim's comics.

- Even acting out of some of the scenes before a yawn decides its time to sleep.

Gave one of his spare bandana scarves to his kid.

- Had the biggest grin on his face when the kid realized "Oh hey! We're matching!!!"

Almost similar to the night patrol part, but if you can't make it because of work or some other boring life detour.

- Its a portal away for a light hang out sesh. For both of you to take a breather away from the grown up life.

Late night conversations are just a regular thing between the two of you.

- Especially when he couldn't sleep. By the time he almost dozes off to sleep in your arms, he still playfully teases you that your voice is soothing to him.

When light conversations about the bad end future was brought up during a casual match of video games, he was never used to the idea that he had a prosthetic arm.

- You instantly hugged his right arm, jokingly reassuring him.

"As long as you can crack a joke in the most serious moment. I'll still know that its you Leo."

"Even in a timeline where, me and the guys were raised by Draxum?"

You gave the red slider turtle a 'really?' pout before he hugged you into his lap.

"Nah I'm just kidding, but for real though. Draxum's former henchmen are still goofballs that know their way around the city. I'm pretty sure that Leo could get a couple of one liners and maybe from you as well."

Donnie

Almost went into a frenzy trying to child-proof the lair. (Especially the month before the kid's arrival changed the atmosphere) But eventually settled down.

- Realizing it would have stressed his kid out by any sudden new changes (and a bit of his family and your help explaining the reasoning as well)

Leo's showboating energy transferred to him but, in a way that, the softshell turtle is very grateful. That he has you as a spouse and both of you raising a kid along side his sentient inventions. And will try to bring it up in any conversation.

- The whole wallet photo gag of him showing family pictures. You love this silly turtle but, usually lightly pinch his face if its the wrong time for that.

He lights up whenever his kid goes to him for any sort of question.

- He slightly restrains himself to avoid going overboard with the answer. But, his kid is smart enough to know that and sometimes tells you that he's not being himself again.

Cannot force himself to sleep unless you're beside him. (or if you have to drag him to bed yourself)

- The few times where he woke up while you were still sleeping. He always gives you a light hug and a kiss on the forehead before getting out of bed.

He subtly took interest in one of your hobbies. (Either an ongoing or a new one) Just so he can step away from a tedious project that was going nowhere and not bother you with the boring details about it.

- Sometimes mentioning a fun fact to impress you.

You gave into his idea of letting your kid have a similar weapon like Casey Jr's.

- Only when they reached their 13th birthday and learning the basics of: constructing it and fixing parts along side their dad. How to use it defensively, offensively, and etc.

Mikey

Considering how his future self had some hair on his head, he kept it long so he can do a few matching embarrassing baby photos to his kid.

- Like giving the kid a tiny ponytail and etc. He definitely cried a bit while having his signature grin when the kid pulled too hard on his hair, laughing at one of his jokes. And you had to step in to help him.

He knows how to work around some of his kid's picky eating habits. Usually making sure his kid is having fun or decorating the plate in an artistic manner.

- However, there are times when the kid can hide the veggie or fruit out of plain sight. Or his kid asks his uncles for help when Mikey's focused on some other thing.

Absolutely does that peek-a-boo trick with hiding his face or whole body into his shell.

- He was nervous at first, if the trick might have scared his kid but, no the kid was giggling. Curiously crawling towards him in awe of it.

Will sometimes make meals ahead of time. (often being, if you returned from work, too exhausted to greet him)

- Either leaving a note on a plastic container in the fridge of: [(Y/N)'s breakfast: DO NOT EAT unless you want an surprise session with Dr Delicate Touch </3] (this also applies to lunch as well)

On very rare occasions, he will temporary wear a cloaking brooch. If you're at an area isn't very friendly towards mutants and/or yokai.

- The one time that happened, is when you forgot to bring your lunch at a job that barely lasted a week. (Stuff that was out of your control but, he was relieved that you got out of that place before your coworkers decided to physically fight back at the manager)

Spends at least one day in the week with you to do some light meditative exercises.

- On the really bad days, he doesn't mind letting you hold his hand as a stress ball or just have a quiet moment to relax while his brothers babysit your kid.

#rottmnt x reader #raph x reader #rise raph x reader #leo x reader #rise leo x reader #donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #mikey x reader #rise mikey x reader #I added the husband part because I couldn't think of anything else #like without making the dad portion too similar to each other #despite some of splinter's questionable parenting habits he really raised good turtles #so I went towards more lighthearted goofy stuff because my heart cannot take angst (bad end future was already enough for me lol TT w TT)#I already have a biased who's my favorite but this is the first time I'm struggling to write about f!leo #I need help lol

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toxycodone · 6 months ago

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genital headcannons for :

Falin

Laios

Chilchuck

Toshiro

Namari

Venery

Thistle

Falin definitely has a penis, I think hers is probably the biggest out of Laios' party? Namari definitely packs, I would let her peg me for hours omg..... she could ruin me. Ermmm.. Chilchuck probably has a big cock for a halfling, he's fucking TALL !!!! bro has to be packing something. Also shaved or not shaved... Namari body hair everywhere OMG I need her to shove my face into her bush I need to smell her. Sorry I'm being a little too straight (? I am a man but this feels gay idk) ... anyway chil, Namari, and Falin are unshaved, full bush down there. I feel like Toshiro at his best keeps everything trimmed !! but when he can't even shave his face when he's at his lowest... bro wouldn't have the energy to take care of it. Hmm and then Laios could be either way..?? We know he shaves his face and keeps his hair short bc he doesn't wanna look like his dad, but would he even think of shaving his pubes????? Idk. Wait is this a weird thing to think about? Oh wait do elves grow body hair??? I feel like thistle would have some body hair if it's possible, I feel like they can't... unless my DND 5e knowledge is getting mixed with uhmmm. What is it called... DUNGEON MESHI I think I'm starting to dissociate I'm going to stop typing lmfao

FALIN - GIRLCOCK. Whether you are a trans!Falin fan or what, in my eyes after the red dragon thing. She gets girl cock. I can see this as either like, a penis or like T-dick. Whatever you decide. But whatever it is her situation is definitely unique. Also she got a bush frfr

Laios - COCK. (I am also a trans!Laios fan so like. He can have anything in his pants it don’t matter imma eat it but usually when I write him it’s cock). His dick is as painfully average as he is. Not crazy length wise but he got some girth to it. I’m thinking like. 5 inches frfr. Maybe 6 but that’s generous imo. No manscaping just vibes he’s full bush down there. And body hair on his chest/legs/arms and around his groin

Chilchuck - OKAY. His dick is probably like more similar to an average tallman penis. Which is remarkable considering he’s like half their size. I’m gonna give him four inches and he’s breaking other halflings in half with it but with other races. He’s learned how to use it. Chilchuck is a real one. Light on body hair, but would keep it tidy when he’s not in the dungeon (I think he likes to manscape and like. Appreciate himself in the mirror lol)

Toshiro - He is ALL length and so embarrassed about it. (Def afraid he’s gonna hurt you.) He could learn to love it with a supportive partner though. I think for a while he’s rocking bush because like, yknow. That stuff isn’t really talked about…but he figured it out for himself that when he takes his time and shaves and stuff after a anything or whatever he’ll do some trimming down there because he likes the neatness. I like to think he grows body hair but it’s not super dark for some reason (besides on his face people get jealous at the beard he can grow)

Namari - SHE IS JUST LIKE ME I GET HER VIBE SO WHAT IM SAYING HERE IS CANON: SHE HAS CRAZY PUSS BUT IS ALWAYS ROCKING THE STRAP. Namari doesn’t let anyone fuck her hole unless they’re in a committed relationship (she does not play about that either if you insert anything in her sex is over). Insane with the strap too. She’s someone I can genuinely see breaking the bed with her strokes. Also she’s got body hair for days. Like other Dwarf women she can grow a beard too but she usually shaves. (Namari with stubble…I’m bout to go feral.)

Venery - Started off with a human vagina. Now it’s some weird mix between that + hyena + dragon cock. I think he’s canonically intersex due to the ancient magic. But he’s happy about it. Also UHHHHHH…..HE LAYS EGGS. JS.

Thistle - Okay Thistle is so trans to me I think he gives himself top surgery when he’s getting older with ancient magic. He leaves the downstairs area alone because he’s fine with just presenting masc that’s good enough for him. Very low body hair he just sits in the middle of gender ambiguous for REAL.

#dungeon meshi #laios touden #namari #toshiro nakamoto #falin touden #chilchuck tims #x reader #delicious in dungeon #suck my ask

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minecraftdog · 3 months ago

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dnf | t | claiming, mentions of gituation

I want to learn how to write, I guess, so I'm trying to write at least a little thing everyday for dteam omegaverse week and post it on tumblr. This is my first try for the first day. If anyone has any advice, especially with commas and punctuation, please give.

Dream didn't think it through. They both didn't think it through but Dream only blames himself because he is the alpha. Okay, maybe it is not right to think of George through the lens of traditional alpha/omega dynamic, and he would definitely be offended if he knew that Dream only blames himself, but Dream can't help it. Not in a way that takes any agency from George, but in a way that puts pressure on himself to think about things earlier and protect him from any trouble. And in trouble they are right now, complicated sorta pickle.

The claiming mark is huge.

Calming marks, as they are, vary from person to person, from omega to omega, and the size of the jaw and passion of their alphas. And passionate Dream definitely was, he remembers, feeling prickles of embarrassment on the bridge of his nose and the tips of his ears.

The most recent of George's heats was magical. Okay, maybe that's not the right word, because it was wet, potent, slippery, loud, and kinda gross, thinking about it outside of it. But that one was special, it was the one they both decided to take their relationship further. To stake their claim and tie the metaphorical knot. Though the very much real knot during the process was also involved.

Dream is so giddy thinking about George finally agreeing to entrust everything in him. He embarrassedly admitted that he was willing to do it much much earlier, he came along with Dream to this content creation journey after all. But Dream still couldn't wrap his mind around it. It didn't really matter because this was the moment when Dream finally felt ready. After everything ruined on top of George's head, and the whole internet decided to turn their backs on him, Dream needed to hold him close, promising that he, at least, will try to protect him from everything. George choosing not to run away and leave everything behind, go back to England, or some other dreaded thing, shook Dream to his core. It struck him, finally, that Gorge was actually serious. About this. About them.

Even though it was a dark time, George's heat was due, and they talked. They talked about deep topics so much at that time, that it sorta came naturally. George seemed broken open, so exhausted from everything taking its toll on him, that he no longer cared about pretending to put up any walls. And Dream felt like he finally listened to him, and saw, and actually got him, even though he knew him best out of everyone. Trauma really bonded people. So thus they decided they were ready, committed to each other for forever. This was meant to be their bonding heat.

How this skipped his (theirs) mind, he doesn't know.

The claiming mark is huge.

Reaching from the soft place under George's ear almost to his collarbone. Reddish indents of Dream's teeth forever imprinted around George's scent gland, inflamed little bud in the middle. Dream tries really hard to put off his alpha preening at the job well done. It is not good. It is very much not good because there is no way he would ever be able to hide it even under turtle necks or using the strongest of foundations.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do Dream?”, George grumbles making eye contact with him through the mirror they are in front of.

“Your stupid dumb alpha fucked up. I should have known that you wouldn't be able to be normal about it”, he rolls his eyes exaggeratedly.

Dream traces his finger around the healing wound. At least George's omega also seems giddy underneath his mock annoyance, while he shudders underneath the touch of his finger.

“George. I can't be sorry about it. I'll figure something out but now we should wait. You were still planning on taking a break, right? Maybe it will also get a bit smaller when it heals, a bit less noticeable? I guess we will find something that works for you. Now, we should try not to worry about this, right? I couldn't help myself, George. I love you so fucking much. I can't help myself with you, you are right. It's just. I'm just–...”

“Dream.” There are hands scratching in his hair on both sides of his head. George turned to face him during his rumble and his comforting scent hits Dream’s nose. He takes a calming breath mimicking George's and feels his body relaxing. At last, his eyes find George’s already looking at him. “Yes, I want to wait. But maybe after it, it won't matter as much anymore, you know? Maybe there won't be a need to hide it?”

“George… what?”, he can't. He doesn't mean what Dream thinks he means, right? It can't be-

“We are basically married, Dream. Maybe it will be time for everyone to know, you know? We have some time to figure it out, how we want to do this, and what we are comfortable with, but I'm just saying.”

Dream is dumbfounded. Completely starstruck. He understands the words but he can't make sense out of them. That's everything he wants every day. Especially now, after his hormones are going crazy so recently after the bonding. He wants to climb the rooftops and scream his love for George. He feels the need for everyone to know. His alpha so pleased after staking claim over the smartest, kindest, funniest, hottest omega ever. Overwhelmed with the rush of emotions he surges down and kisses George hard. “Yeah… please...”

George kisses him back through his own smile. They will figure it out. They can do it. They can do anything, together.

#dteamomegaverse24 #dreamnotfound #dnf fic #doggie writes

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m1ssunderstanding · 10 months ago

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Understanding Lennon McCartney Rewatch Part 2.4

It's in the paper that Allen Klein was involved in 40+ lawsuits and John doesn't question it? At this point, I feel like he just didn't want to let Paul be right about anything.

My question is who did that work on before? I mean who fucking does business like that? Let alone business with the most successful man in the world.

John's complaining about Paul being too good at his job is both hilarious (what the hell is Paul supposed to do with that) and sad (it shows just how far their musical relationship has degraded from partners to rivals)

How did they lose Northern Songs? Genuinely, if anyone can break it down for me I'd be so grateful. Anyway I'm sure it was devastating for both of them. “Who'd have the children?” “Dick James”.

I know I'm insane, but can I be allowed to see a glimmer of goodness here? I really do think it's John's kinder side winning out when he decides not to lie. Like, yes, he gets a buzz off of watching Paul go white at his words, but I think he also just – in that moment – didn't have the heart to trick Paul into staying.

But also. Why are we trying to maneuver Paul at all if the end game is for John to leave? It just doesn't make sense to try to trick Paul into signing the contract unless John's divorce threat is at the very least not meant to be final.

I will never understand this picture. Even in the emotional state he's in, he's still hamming it up? There is something seriously wrong with this man.

I do find it interesting that the fact that Paul cried his eyes out after that meeting isn't even mentioned in the doc. I wonder why.

Let's put the bizarre, super-warped timeline in this quote aside for a minute. Apparently the depression started after Brian died and it lasted for about two years and John was still in it during Pepper. Okay. That aside . . .

I have to assume this negative lense on what I can only assume means the period between 66 and 68 is highly influenced by hindsight bias. I agree that John was depressed at the time, in an unhappy marriage, doing too much LSD, etc and that looking at Paul's prolific talent and expansive , fast-paced life would have been maddening. But everyone go back to the end of part one really quick. He looks extremely happy. He sounds extremely happy. Everyone who knows him says he's never been happier. I think he just can't accept right now that there was so much good and he's lost it.

“I look from the wings at the play you are staging . . . I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love.”

Insanity quote Hall of Fame. Paul explaining why the Beatles just had to break up, obviously, because he and John "didn't marry the same girl." Someone write the fic where John and Paul both marry the same girl. Could be Yoko or Linda. Sister trad wives au.

Okay, cool, so this means I have full permission to interpret and tin hat about any lyrics I want then, right?

But also. Are we just not going to talk about the fact that Paul dumped a bucket of garbage water and punched this person? And are we not mentioning the depression and alcoholism and heroin abuse during this time?

It's so embarrassing how he looks to her for confirmation here. John, they asked you what you think. Just you. Not some complicated definition. Not Yoko's definition. Just your own thoughts.

“I couldn't wait for them to make up their mind about peace or whatever. About committing themselves.” Yeah, John. You sound real committed to peace. Or whatever. Here's a theory that anyone can shoot down if they want: John asked Paul for some kind of commitment (a friendship wedding, a partnership contract, a mutual wanking pledge) in India and Paul was a chicken about it.

What was that day like, I wonder? I imagine extremely stiff and professional and horrid. But who knows. Maybe it was nice, and maybe that made everything worse.

I will go to my death believing that instant karma was for Paul.

Do we think John actually did send Paul “about twenty postcards from Denmark” all covered in hearts none of which Paul responded to? Paul could be just as cruel in his lack of reaction as John was in his over reaction.

I'm sorry but that is not what a man says when he's just lying to the press to buy time for business. That's what a man says to the press when he's trying desperately to communicate with someone who he can't get through to any other way.

But really, I just don't understand why the creator chose to minimize Paul's emotional response to John's divorce statement. If we don't see him bawling his eyes out and losing the will to live, he comes off like a self-assured, uncaring, jerk. Which. To be fair. John didn't see those things, and that is exactly what John thought of Paul during this time. But still. The audience now comes away from this doc with a skewed view.

All we get is Paul being pissed off about Phil Spector butchering Let it Be without his consent and John and George trying to change McCartney's release date without his consent. Which are both a) understandable and b) strong, male, angry reactions. Making this section portray Paul in the same one-dimensional hyper-masculine way that John so often is. Which isn't my favorite. But hey, it's my only complaint about this doc so far.

Anyway, update: I won't be able to do part three until it gets reuploaded, so we're on hiatus for this project for the time being.

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #understanding lennon mccartney #ulm

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collapsedglasshouses · 1 year ago

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Hi! You're so cute 😍 I'd like to request a noah x pregnant reader! I'll leave all the details to you!

A/N: AAAAAAH! Sooo first of all... Thank you for calling me cute! I blushed a little ngl... But thank you even more for requesting! (you are my first request ever lmao) Please keep in mind, I am a childless woman and I would like to keep it that way, so I'm not that into pregnancy and baby stuff, BUT I wanna try different things! I did my best and I hope you like it!

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x pregnant!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, angst, fwb, mentions of sexual intercourse, let me know if i missed something

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You first met Noah about four years ago. You were at a bar with your friends in Los Angeles and the guys just happen to stop there after a show they played.

You had no idea who they were but Noah caught your attention since you definitely had a type for tall guys with tattoos and long hair.

To your surprise, he was pretty shy at first, but it didn't take long (about one and a half beers and a lot of small talk) for you two to seemingly ripping of each others clothes, just with your eyes.

Let's just say the night was pretty eventful.

That night, when you reached your apartment together, not giving each other a second without touching each other, you were sure, when you woke up the next day, he would be gone for good and you would never see him again, but you couldn't have been more wrong. When you opened your eyes, his arm was wrapped around your waist tightly and you felt his breath on your neck.

You found yourself smiling at it a little. Honestly, you were kind of glad he hadn't left. You had had a good time at the bar and to top it off, the sex was also incredibly good.

When he woke up, you two were a bit awkward at first, both not being used to one night stands still being there when waking up, but quickly adjusted to each other's presence. The morning was filled with a lot of laughter and stolen kisses or touches but soon, he needed to go.

You had decided to exchange contacts and he said goodbye by giving you one last kiss, before leaving you absolutely shook about your experience.

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You stayed in touch. You two quickly agreed that you weren’t really ready for a committed relationship, so you decided to just be friends.

As it always is with people who feel extreme tension to each other, this wasn’t the case for long…

Before Covid even really hit, you two were over each other every second possible.

Random hook up, when you came over? Yes.

Make out session in the kitchen? Why not.

Horny shower sex? Definitely.

Quickly you two found yourselves at a point again, where you needed to talk about where this was going.

You still agreed you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship and officially became friends with benefits.

This was going fine for years. It was going so well in fact that it even seemed scary for the two of you. You talked honestly with each other when you needed to and even more important, first and foremost you became the bestest of friends other the years.

But everything changed one eventful afternoon when you realised your period was late…

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Your hands were sweaty when you walked down this specific isle at your local grocery store.

You only needed that one thing but you were so nervous, you also grabbed your favourite candy and randomly some frozen broccoli to 'hide' your next item.

Your fingers shook as they grabbed the box off the shelf and dropped it in your cart. The fact that you even needed to buy a pregnancy test made you feel dizzy.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You didn’t even know what to do, if this would come out positive. How the fuck should you tell Noah, he is going to be a dad, when the next tour would start in less than a week?

It would affect both of your careers. You weren’t ready for children at the moment. Hell, you weren’t even ready for a real relationship or else you wouldn’t have been fucking around with your best friend for years at this point.

You took a deep breath before you started walking again. You were only a few days late. Maybe five or so. There was no total guarantee, you were pregnant. The test was just a precaution. You needed to know.

When you came home you were relieved to see that Noah wouldn’t arrive at your place for at least another hour, as you planned over text.

You made your way to your bathroom, getting even more nervous than you already were. You followed the instructions on the package and than…

… You nearly lost your mind. You didn't even need to set the fucking timer. By the time you finished washing your hands, that undeniable pink line had formed in the little result window.

"Fuck no…", you muttered under your breath and supported yourself on the bathroom counter, while tears started to form in your eyes. "There is no way…"

There literally shouldn’t have been such a high chance you were pregnant. The two of you never slept with each other without a condom and you didn’t realise any accidents.

You tried to contain yourself while staring at the second line for several minutes. Every ones in a while you closed your eyes, in the hopes when you open them again, the line disappeared again. But you weren’t lucky.

So you tried your utter best to stop crying before you put the test back into the package and stored it in your bathroom drawer.

You stepped into your kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, just to drink in all at once.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know what to do. Noah was going to arrive any moment and you were a total wrack, always on the verge of tears and very much pregnant with his child.

When you heard your bell ring, you thought like you were going to throw up. On your way to the door you dared a look in the mirror and almost cried again. You looked awful. Your eyes were puffy. Your cheeks were a deep shade of pink. Your nose was runny and you definitely couldn’t just ignore Noah.

So you crept to the door and opened it to reveal Noah’s smiling face. When he saw you standing there like you would almost collapse, his face dropped and he quickly closed the door and took your face into his hands.

"What’s going on? Are you okay? What happened?" He instantly wanted to know, checking you out for any physical evidence of your state.

Your heart raced and you started to panic, so you quickly said: "I don’t know… I think I'm getting sick."

Noah stopped in his tracks and looked at your face again, dropping his hands and raising an eyebrow. You instantly knew he didn’t believe you.

He eyed you closely, before you felt the tears stream down your face again.

Quickly he lead you to your couch and sat next to you. He immediately put his arms around you, what made you cry even more. You wrapped your arms around his neck and slid even closer to him, in fear it would be the last time you had him this near to you.

"Y/N, tell me what’s going on." He softly spoke when you calmed down a bit again.

You looked into his dark eyes and almost immediately the tears rolled down your face again.

"I can’t tell you, Noah." You cried out with a raspy voice and you felt like you were loosing your mind.

"Why can’t you tell me?" Noah wanted to know, wiping away your tears with this fingers.

"It'll change anything. You will hate me." You answered and tried to calm yourself down, only resulting in becoming more frantic.

"Are you seeing someone?" Noah than asked and took you by surprise.

"What?" - "You're seeing someone, right? And you want to end this." You immediately realised, he became much colder, even though he tried not to.

"I'm not." You answered him surprised. "If haven’t been sleeping with anyone else but you for at least a year."

You didn't even have to justify yourself, you two had discussed that you would only have to tell the other about other partners if you hadn't used protection.

Noah went quiet like he's been caught in something.

"Are you… seeing someone?" You wanted to know and Noah immediately shook his head. "I'm more than satisfied with you. I don’t need anyone else."

With that you felt your cheeks warm. It wasn’t the first time he had said something like that. You had a feeling your relationship had changed over the past few months. You became even closer.

With closer you meant, him hugging you longer when you greeted each other, him touching your hand more frequently, him touching your face when he sees you're deep in your thoughts and last but not least, he started to kiss you during sex.

That had been an unspoken rule between you after your first one night stand. No kisses. But somehow you both seemed to break the rule over and over.

You felt like you calmed down enough to finally speak up. You needed to tell him. You couldn’t just pretend like you weren’t pregnant and than disappear as soon as it showed (not to say you hadn’t thought about it, in your panic moments).

"We are there for each other, right?" You wanted to make sure and grabbed his hand. Confused he lifted his eyebrows for a short second before nodding.

"Promise me, you won’t leave me." You than said and looked him deep in the eyes. You ignored the warmth that formed in you stomach, when you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a brief second.

He swallowed hard before he answered: "Jesus, did you kill someone?" - "PROMISE ME." - "YEAH YEAH, I PROMISE… Hell, Y/N, your making me nervous."

With that you took a deep breath and got up, not letting go of his hand and leading him into your bathroom. When you came to stand before your bathroom drawer, you let go of his hand and stared at it.

"Is the murder weapon in there?" Noah joked but ended up with your elbow in his stomach. "This is serious, Noah."

In defence he lifted his arms and looked at you uplifting. You took another deep breath before you opened the drawer and pulled out the package. When you opened it, you felt how shaky your hands were.

You couldn’t even look at Noah, when you pulled out the positive test and handed it to him.

Than there was silence. Cruel and long silence. In fact it was quiet for so long that you thought he had just died on the spot while staring at the two lines.

"What is this?" He asked. "What's what?"

He lifted the test and you could see, he was also close to tears.

"That is a pregnancy test." - "Is it yours?"

You slightly nodded and your vision started to blur again. You did your utter best to keep yourself from crying but seeing Noah like that made you feel dizzy again. He would leave.

"How accurate are these things?" He than wanted to know.

"The second line immediately showed up. I wasn’t even done washing my hands and it already showed." - "Maybe it’s broken." - "I'm late, Noah. Should have gotten my period half a week ago."

Noah looked at the test again, before taking a breath and running his hand over his face in shook.

"Maybe we should take another one before jumping onto conclusions." He suggested. You blinked at him a couple of times before asking: "You're not mad?"

"Why should I? It takes two people to get someone pregnant and since you told me I am the only option, it’s my responsibility to be there for you. No matter how you'll proceed." He answered you honestly.

"Is it over?" You than wanted to know. "What?" - "This." You pointed your hands back and forth between the two of you.

Noah took a deep breath. "No. I won’t leave you."

You couldn’t hold yourself anymore. You knew you had a rule but you were so overwhelmed with the things that happened in the last couple of hours that you couldn’t resist but wrap your arms around him and kiss him.

Surprised he quickly lay down the test and grabbed the bathroom counter for support. At first you thought he would back away but than his hands landed on your hips and before you knew, he had pressed you against the counter and was literally devouring you.

It felt like this was the first real kiss between you two. It felt like you were starting to levitate while your tongues thought for dominance even though you definitely knew this was a lost game for you.

Soon the kiss slowed down and he wrapped his arms around you, while you pulled yourself even closer to him.

When you broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours while you to tried to regain your breaths.

Neither of you dared to open their eyes. Neither of you wanted to let this moment go. A moment of unspoken feelings, where it was more than clear what you felt for each other.

"We'll go through this together."

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Not even three days later, you found yourselves at your doctor's appointment. Even though the next tour would start soon, Noah had tried to not leave you alone for as long as he could.

So when you set there and the doctor came in with a smile on his face, you nearly crushed Noah's hand.

"Congratulations, you are pregnant." So know there was no doubt anymore. "Do we want to discuss options?"

The doctor and Noah looked at you expectantly. You closed your eyes for a second and thought to yourself. Were you ready for it? You had a stable job and income, friends who would support you and your baby daddy already said he wouldn’t leave. When you deeply thought to yourself you could definitely imagine a family with Noah. You wanted one with him.

When you opened your eyes again, you looked at Noah. He squeezed your hand in support.

"No." You answered the doctor and smile lightly. "We know what we want."

"Okay, I'll give you both a moment," the doctor said than said and left the room, while Noah squeezed your hand tightly.

"So we're gonna be parents?" He asked and smiled at you lightly. You nodded.

"I wouldn’t be mad, if you said you weren’t ready, Noah. You’re doing so well with the band and I don’t want to hold you back." You than explained to him but he shook his head.

"You definitely aren’t holding me back. I can manage it. I will do it for you. For us." He exclaimed and than placed a hand on your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel the warmth form in you again and quickly wrapped your arms around him.

"Thank you so much." - "No need to thank me. But we should definitely talk about us when we get home."

You backed away from him and looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"I don’t wanna talk about my feelings at a doctors office." He gave you the hint and with that you quickly nodded and stood up.

"Than let’s go." With that Noah also stood to his feet, grabbed your hand and you left the doctors office together, knowing you would manage this together. As a family.

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #bad omens rpf

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