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all this time | joaquín torres x fem!reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Fem!Reader Summary: Despite the fact that you're his older sisters best friend, Joaquín has always had a crush on you. Little does he know, you feel the same way. But how can either of you act on it when you can't hurt his sister? Warnings: Reader wears dresses, has hair long enough to at least reach her shoulders. Mentions of food. Joaquín being completely oblivious... other than that I think it's all fine! Word Count: 7.8k A/N: I think this is the longest fic I've ever posted on this blog (not including my multi-parters)... this was requested by a lovely anon and I started brainstorming the idea when I was at work the other day (plenty of time to think when I'm in the walk-in fridge) and then I got so hooked on the idea and it somehow became this almost 8000 word piece. I loved writing this one so much though. In this, I have named Joaquín's sister Catalina, nicknamed Lina – if this happens to be your name, feel free to just pick another name for her. It's just one I liked! I really hope everyone that reads enjoys this. It was a challenge to write but I loved every second of it! 💗

“It’s like the forbidden fruit, huh?” Marcos turns to Joaquin with a grin. He takes a sip of his beer and then points the bottle across the backyard towards where you’re standing by the back door of his parents house.

Joaquin frowns, his eyebrows knotting together and undoubtedly causing an expression to appear on his face that his mother would berate him about making in public. “What?”

Marcos points the bottle towards you again. “Catalina’s friend. She’s like the forbidden fruit. The most gorgeous girl here but the only girl that none of us can have, unless we want to deal with your sisters wrath. And no one wants Catalina’s wrath.”

For a moment, Joaquin simply stares at his cousin. He can’t say any of the things that are currently swimming through his mind. Though Marcos deserves to hear all of them, none of them are particularly family friendly and there are several people sitting around the two of them that he’d rather not offend.

“Don’t talk about my sisters friend like that,” is all he can manage before he picks up his own beer from the table and walks away, leaving Marcos staring after him, dumbfounded.

He shakes his head as he walks over towards the barbecue where his uncle has just started to grill some meat. How his favourite uncle managed to have a son like Marcos, Joaquin will never be able to comprehend.

“What did he say now?” Uncle Jorge says, glancing over at Joaquin as he turns over a piece of meat. “There’s only one reason you would’ve walked over here and it’s not because you want to talk to your favourite tío.”

Joaquin chuckles. “Believe me, you don’t wanna know.”

He looks around the backyard, taking in the scene. His family, neighbours, friends, everyone he really cares about all in the same place, except for Sam – he’d been summoned away to help his sister and his nephews for the weekend. Despite his absence, this is a rare occasion, and one he’s glad to be experiencing.

He can’t help it when his eyes catch on you. You’re still standing over closer to the back door of the house with his sister, a drink in your hand. The sundress you’re wearing suits you a lot. The colour compliments your skin perfectly. The breeze blows some of your hair back off of your shoulders and his breath catches in his throat. He’s well aware the situation is all very similar to a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles.

Joaquin has barely been able to take his eyes off of you ever since he first saw you arrive, and who can blame him when you look like that? To be fair… you always look gorgeous, but today you look especially gorgeous.

The words Marcos had said trickle into his mind again and he winces a little. He wishes that people like Marcos didn’t get to enjoy looking at you when you looked so beautiful.

“Joaquin, are you listening?”

He blinks, tearing his eyes away from you and back to his uncle. “Sorry, I got distracted. What were you saying?”

His uncle looks over his shoulder, looking exactly where Joaquin had been looking, and chuckles to himself. “Yeah, distracted, sure. Can you pass me the tongs over there?”

Joaquin passes him the tongs, ignoring the comment about him being distracted, and forces himself to look away from you. Even when he hears you laugh and he wants nothing more than to look at you and see the smile on your face. He loves seeing you smile.

Thankfully, his uncle doesn’t say anything more about catching him staring at you. Joaquin helps him with grilling up the rest of the meat, completely unaware that you are now the one staring at him from across the yard.

You can’t help it – Joaquin is and always has been gorgeous.

You watch as a girl around Joaquin’s age, a few years younger than you, walks up to Joaquin where he’s standing near the grill with his uncle and starts making conversation. The feeling that settles in your chest isn’t an unfamiliar one, but it is unwelcome.

“Catalina,” you start, getting the attention of your friend. “Who’s that Joaquin’s with?”

She looks up from her phone at you and then across the backyard to where you’re looking, right at Joaquin. “Oh, I know her but I can’t remember her name,” she says, thinking for a moment to try and remember it but failing. “She’s the daughter of one of the neighbours, I think they live three doors up.”

You make a noise of understanding to let Lina know that you heard her but you can’t manage to tear your eyes away from Joaquin and the young woman. They’re both smiling as they speak. It’s when she reaches out and touches his arm that you force yourself to look away. You take a long sip of your drink to try and push down the feeling in your chest.

Catalina looks at you, amused. “Why are you asking?”

“No reason,” you shake your head, sipping your drink again just for something to do. “I just thought she looked familiar, but obviously not. I wouldn’t have seen her before.”

You can tell that Lina doesn’t believe a single word that you’re saying. She’s been able to read you like a book for over half of your lives at this point. You just hope that she’s not intuitive enough to realise that you have been harbouring a major crush on her little brother for most of that time, despite your exhaustive efforts to stop it.

You’ve known Joaquin for as long as you’ve known Lina. When you’d met her at school, she’d introduced you to her younger brother not long after. He had just been a kid, then – a young boy who wanted to follow his sister around all day. It had been fine as children, Joaquin almost becoming like a little brother to you too, but once you’d become teenagers and you and Lina just wanted to spend girl time together, things had changed.

When you’d sleepover at Lina’s house as children, it was fine. You didn’t care about Joaquin seeing you in your pyjamas or in the morning when you’d just woken up. As a teenager, though, those were things that started to matter to you. For the first time since you’d known Joaquin, you’d started to care about the way he saw you. It had all been downhill from there.

“Yeah, no reason, sure,” Lina huffs from beside you, putting her phone in the pocket of her shorts. She’s heard the exact same question from Joaquin while referring to people who were talking to you more times than she can count. He’d never managed to come up with excuses as to why he’d been asking, though.

She reaches out and takes your now empty glass from you. You hadn’t even realised that you’d drained it completely while trying to distract from the conversation with her.

“I’m going to get us some refills,” she says, starting to walk back towards the house. “Go and talk to my brother, will you? He looks in need of saving, judging by the look on his face.”

You watch her, confused, as she retreats inside the house. It’s only when she’s gone that you look back over at Joaquin. His uncle, who was standing beside him, has now disappeared, and the smiles that Joaquin had been giving the young girl have turned to grimaces, despite his best attempts to keep his facial expression neutral.

You don’t waste time, knowing there’s not long until Catalina returns with your new drinks, and start crossing the yard towards Joaquin. He sees you in his peripheral vision not too long before you reach him. He notices instantly that you look even more stunning in this outfit up close.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” you start, sounding not sorry at all. “But your sister is looking for you, Joaquin. She asked me to come and find you.”

Joaquin looks between you and the girl. He’s so terrible, he can’t even remember the poor girls name. “Ah, duty calls,” he flashes the girl what he hopes is a genuine grin instead of the look that he’s sure was on his face before you arrived. “I’ll see you around.”

Smiling to yourself, you start to walk away, knowing that Joaquin will be following you. He falls into step beside you as you walk away from the grill and back towards the house. You feel his hand brush against your back, hovering behind you as you walk – a feeling you’re used to when you’re around Joaquin.

“Lina isn’t looking for me, is she?”

“No, but she did sense you were in need of rescue.”

Joaquin laughs softly. “Ah, so she sent you. My knight in shining armour.”

You glance over at him as you stop just outside the back door of the house, not far from where you and Lina had been standing before. “I see a damsel in distress, I don’t hesitate.”

Something passes between the two of you as you look at each other, but as quickly as it came, it disappears. You’re both aware of it, of the spark of energy between the two of you.

It’s the kind of feeling that you’d chased in several other men during your adulthood. None of your failed relationships had ever been able to create such a feeling, not even the best of them. Not even the one relationship you’d thought might turn into marriage and a future together. The one that Joaquin had seen you crying on Lina’s shoulder over when you’d had your heart smashed into a million tiny pieces.

Joaquin doesn’t like to think about that, though. Or any of your exes.

“So, are you enjoying the barbecue?” Joaquin asks in an attempt to break the silence.

You smooth your palms out on your dress, feeling them start to become sweaty with your nerves. You’re not sure exactly why you’re nervous – it’s just Joaquin, the same Joaquin you’ve known since you can remember. But there are tiny parts of him that are different. He’s an Avenger now. He’s the Falcon. He’d almost died a few months ago. The fact that you’re even here having this conversation still feels a little surreal to you. You remember sitting in the hospital waiting room holding Lina’s hand and trying to keep it together yourself when you were just as terrified as she was.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” you hum, meeting his eyes briefly. “It’s good to see everyone.”

Joaquin nods. “Yeah, it’s not often everyone gets together like this. I–uh– I’m really glad you could make it,” he stumbles over his words a little. “Lina said you had to move some things around in your schedule to make it work, but I’m glad you did. It’d be weird without you here.”

You raise your eyebrows. “Weird without me?”

He clears his throat. “Yeah, just cause… y’know… you’re practically part of the family.”

“Ah,” you nod, smiling a little. “I guess I am at this point.”

An arm drapes around your shoulder and you’re immediately torn out of the moment with Joaquin by Lina’s return. She hands your drink to you and smiles over at her brother.

“Did she save the day, little brother?” Lina asks, grinning at him.

You’ve always loved the relationship between Lina and Joaquin. They’ve had many an argument in your presence, mostly as teenagers, but as adults it’s fairly civil. Joaquin has always looked up to his older sister and Lina has always wanted to make a good impression on her younger brother. It made for a pretty happy relationship most of the time. It’s part of the reason you’ve never brought up your crush on him to Lina. You never want to come between them.

Joaquin nods. “Yeah, ‘course she did.”

“That’s our girl,” Lina says proudly, removing her arm so she can stand next to you properly. “How was your conversation with our neighbour? She’s cute, no?”

You look between Joaquin and Lina, a little surprised that she’s bringing up the girl when she couldn’t even remember her name and even more surprised because she’d sent you over there to rescue Joaquin from that girl.

He raises his eyebrows at his sister. “If you like that sort of girl, sure. You asking for my opinion, Catalina? I thought you weren’t interested in dating anyone at the moment.”

Lina scoffs and waves her hand dismissively. “Not for me, you fool. I’m talking about you. I thought you told me that you wanted to start dating again now that you’re all healed up from your accident? Sam told me you have women and men lining up for you now that you’re the Falcon. He was worried it would go to your head.”

Joaquin opens his mouth and tries to come up with something to say but eventually settles on a very weak, “I did not say that!” He looks at you and then at his sister, internally cursing her out for saying that in front of you. Not that Catalina knew any better. Joaquin was very careful about keeping his crush on you a secret.

“If you say so, little brother,” Lina shrugs her shoulders and then reaches down to take hold of your wrist. “I just saw Uncle Jorge put the burgers out on the table, let’s go and get some before my cousins raid the table and get them all first.”

Before you can say anything else to Joaquin, Lina starts dragging you away. You turn around and catch his eye as you walk away. Joaquin sends you a small wave, smiling at his sister and her ease to exit a conversation without a single thought. They’re more alike than Joaquin realises.

–––––

Later in the evening, after the barbecue is long over and most of the guests have returned to their homes or retired inside for the rest of the evening, you and Catalina are helping to clean up some of the mess that was left in the backyard. All things considered, it’s pretty clean except for a few pieces of rubbish here and there. Lina and Joaquin’s parents had insisted that everyone clean up after themselves and mostly, people had.

Joaquin had gone home a few hours ago, saying that he still needed plenty of rest after his accident since he was still recovering from it, and none of the family had disagreed with him even though none of them wanted him to leave.

He’d hugged you before he left, like he’d hugged all of the family. You can still feel the small kiss he’d pressed to your cheek out of pure habit after kissing the cheeks of his abuelas and tías. You hadn’t missed the way his cheeks had flushed a little after he realised.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” Catalina says as she puts an empty paper plate in the trash bag that she’s holding. “Penny for your thoughts?”

You look up from where you’ve been cleaning a spilled drink off the top of the table. “You wish I’d give you a penny for my thoughts, Catalina,” you chuckle, using her full name just to irritate her a little.

Lina rolls her eyes at you and then takes a seat at one of the chairs. She motions at you to take the other one and reluctantly, you do. You know that Lina initiating a conversation like this is never going to end well.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush on this,” she begins, making your stomach start to do backflips with nerves. You’re not sure why – Lina has never given you a reason to be nervous around her in the entire time you’ve known her. But for some reason, this time feels a little different. “I know you have a crush on my brother, querida. I know why you’ve been trying to stop me from finding out, but I know you and I know what I see.”

There’s no point trying to deny it. You know that even if you did try and deny it, Lina wouldn’t believe you for a second. That’s just the kind of person she is and always has been.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter sheepishly. “I won’t lie to you, Lina. I’ve liked him for a while now and I’ve been trying to get over him but I’ve failed a million times. And after his accident a few months back, I can’t seem to get him out of my head.”

Lina reaches across the table and places her hand over the top of yours. “You don’t need to be sorry. I kind of understand. I’ve been worried about him even more than usual since the accident. It’s made me want to spend every second with him that I can. It’s also the whole reason why I’m bringing this up with you now. I tried to start a conversation about it when Quin was there earlier, about him wanting to date again, but obviously he’s not ready for that conversation…”

“What conversation?”

“We almost lost Joaquin a few months ago, querida. Why waste more time? You don’t need it, but I’m giving you my blessing to pursue things with him if that’s what you want. You’re my best friend, have been ever since I can remember. If there’s anyone that I trust with my brother, it’s you,” Lina says. You can hear the honesty in her voice.

There’s still doubt in you, though.

“Are you sure?” You question, a little hesitant. “I mean… he’s your baby brother.”

Lina smiles. “Yeah, he is. Which means his happiness is one of the most important things in the world to me. And if he likes you back, like I’m pretty sure he does – call it sisterly instinct – then being with you would make him very happy. He’s obviously not going to do anything about it, judging by the way he deflected me earlier, but you just might.”

You look at her for a few moments before getting up from your chair and walking around to her side of the table, your arms extended. She laughs as she stands up, happily hugging you back. She squeezes you tight.

“Besides, if you and Joaquin work out, it would make you my actual sister… and I secretly always wished that I could have a sister instead of a brother when I was younger…” Lina mutters in your ear.

You laugh at her as you pull away from the hug. “I basically already am your sister, Lina.”

“I know,” she shrugs, picking up the trash bag again and starting to pick up the last few pieces of rubbish. “But this way, it’d be official. And… y’know, if Joaquin starts dating someone then it might make our parents stop asking me when I’m getting married.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” you pick up the cloth you’d been using before. “This is all just a ploy to make it so that Joaquin and I are the ones being pressured to get married so your parents will get off your back… fair play, Torres. Fair play.”

She flashes you a grin. “Come on, let’s finish cleaning all this up so we can go home.”

–––––

There’s an added pressure the next time you see Joaquin. Even though it’s not the two of you alone and there are other people there, the fact that you know Catalina is silently cheering you on and that she thinks Joaquin likes you back makes it a little more real.

It’s not just a little one-sided crush anymore.

Joaquin throws his hands up in the air and cheers as his bowling ball knocks down all ten pins and scores a strike. “Did you see that!?” He exclaims, walking back towards the rest of you.

“Well, yeah,” Lina replies, “We are all watching you.”

He gives her a look as he takes his seat beside you and one of your other friends, Jack, goes up for his turn. Joaquin pulls his phone out and takes a picture of his score on the TV screen above your heads.

“First strike of the night,” Joaquin grins, turning to look at you.

His thigh is pressed against yours, owing to the small benches at the Bowling Alley. You’ve squashed four people onto each bench when they’re really only made to sit three and have split your group into two teams – it’s basically you and Joaquin vs Lina, with your other friends split evenly between the teams.

“Oh, did you get a strike?” You feign surprise. “I must’ve been looking at my phone when you did it and I definitely didn’t hear you yelling about how excited you were afterwards.”

Joaquin laughs and nudges his shoulder against yours. “Shut up,” he says jokingly. “Have you been spending too much time around my sister? I might have to kidnap you and try and get rid of the mind-wipe she’s obviously done on you.”

“Who said spending time with your sister is a bad thing?” You reply, amused. “I never get to see you anymore since you’re always off saving the world so at least I still have one Torres around.”

It’s the truth. Joaquin is barely around anymore and you have to admit that you miss seeing him. You were surprised when he’d replied to the group text and said that he’d be joining you all at Bowling tonight.

Joaquin’s face drops ever so slightly at your words but he tries his best to mask it. He didn’t realise that you had noticed his absence so much. “Well, someone’s gotta do it,” he jokes. “And if Lina is such great company, why aren’t you on her team, huh?”

You look over at Lina, right as she stands up to go and take her turn. You try your best to summon some of her confidence. “Cause I missed you, that’s why,” you say, trying desperately to stop your voice from shaking. Telling Joaquin you miss him should not be this terrifying, yet it somehow is.

He looks at you for a moment, lips barely parted. You watch as his tongue swipes out, running across his lips, before he closes his mouth and nods at your words. “I, uh, I missed you too.”

You glance up at the scoreboard. There are still a few other people who have to bowl before it’s your turn again and if you’re going to flirt with Joaquin tonight, now is your chance. “You did?” You hum, raising your eyebrows at him. “How much did you miss me?”

Joaquin is pretty sure his brain is short-circuiting. Are you trying to flirt with him? Is that what’s happening right now? He’s no stranger to people flirting with him, especially since becoming the Falcon, but you? The last time you flirted with him was when you were teenagers and you both hadn’t quite figured out what your feelings were yet.

You can’t be flirting with him, though. You wouldn’t dare – especially since Catalina is your best friend. Joaquin is sure of that. There’s no way you’d even try something with him on the off chance you’d hurt Lina’s feelings. But there’s a look in your eye that Joaquin hasn’t seen there before and if he wasn’t internally panicking so much, he’s pretty sure he’d flirt right back.

“Uh,” he clears his throat. “Yeah, a bit.”

He stands then, taking you off guard, and excuses himself to the bathroom, leaving you confused and a little hurt at him brushing you off. Were you that bad at flirting or was he just not interested?

Lina finishes her turn and comes to take Joaquin’s empty seat beside you. She leans in close so that none of your other friends can hear what she’s saying. “What was that with Joaquin?”

“I tried flirting and he totally shut down,” you admit.

She rests her hand over yours and gives it a reassuring pat. “Remember what I said after the barbecue? About him not being ready for the conversation I wanted to have with him?”

You nod, the night coming back to you as clear as day even though it was a couple of weeks ago now.

“Give him some time to warm up to the idea,” Lina finishes.

She stands up and heads back over to her own seat just in time for Joaquin to come back and rejoin the group, sitting beside you again.

There is silence for a few moments as the last member in your team has their go. You’re trying to summon Lina’s confidence again when Alex finishes her turn and tells you that it’s your go again.

You stand, brushing your sweaty palms on the fabric of your jeans as you head to grab your bowling ball. You’re pretty sure it comes across as just trying to dry your hands before bowling, but you know that Joaquin has seen through that when you hear him cheer your name to try and hype you up for your go.

Jack and Alex join in with the cheering and you smile at them all over your shoulder as you walk up to take your turn. You don’t end up hitting a strike like Joaquin, but you do manage to take down a few of the pins and help in getting your team a better score.

As you walk back towards the group once your turn is over, Joaquin is walking towards you to take his own turn. He raises his hand for a high-five, which you give him.

“Great score,” he grins, grabbing his ball from the machine. “I mean, it’s no strike but it wasn’t terrible.”

You can’t help but smile at his teasing. Maybe Catalina was right, maybe you did just have to give him time to warm up to it all and you’d just come on too strong earlier. “Are you offering private lessons?” You ask, not intending to flirt but just trying to joke with him. You only realise once the words are out of your mouth that they sound much more like flirting than a joke.

Joaquin looks at you for a moment and then laughs, but you can tell his heart isn’t in it. Your stomach drops. “No,” he shakes his head. “No, I’m not.”

He walks away, heading up to take his turn, and you know that you’ve really put your foot in it this time. He’d basically just rejected you. No, I’m not. His words ring out in your mind. You’ve clearly misread the signals and so has Lina. If Joaquin actually really liked you, he surely wouldn’t have brushed you off so strongly.

Instead of heading back to your own seat, you head over to Lina. She eyes you, a little concerned just based on the look on your face.

“I’m not feeling too good, I think I’m gonna call it a night,” you tell her. “My turns are over anyway, it’s just the rest of the team to go. You can text me and tell me who won.”

Lina stands up immediately, knowing something is wrong. “You sure? What’s going on? Do you want me to come home with you?” She lowers her voice a little. “What did my brother say?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head. “I swear. I just feel sick.”

She looks at you for a moment and you can tell that she doesn’t believe a word but thankfully, she agrees to let you go. She walks you to your car and doesn’t leave until you’re in it and out of the parking lot.

–––––

The second Joaquin sits in the passenger seat of Lina’s car, he regrets not driving himself to Ten Pin Bowling. The game is over and your friends have all gone home. Joaquin’s team won, mostly owing to him throwing two strikes in his last two games, but he never really felt up to celebrating the victory once you went home.

It’s silent until Lina pulls the car out onto the road.

“So, do you think you’re too good for her now that you’re the Falcon or something?” Lina says, completely out of left field. “Cause it’s my job as your sister to humble you and believe me, I will.”

Joaquin’s jaw drops. “What the– Lina, I’m so lost here.”

She glances across at him before looking back at the road. If she looks at him too much, she knows she’ll get distracted arguing, and she is driving a car at the moment. That still has to be her main focus, even if she’s busy yelling at her brother.

“Why are you fucking things up with my best friend?” Lina is basically shooting daggers out of her eyes at him. “I’ve known that you’ve had the hots for her since you were like fifteen, Quin! So, why, after she shows an interest in you, are you brushing her off?!”

Joaquin is completely lost for words. His sister knows that he likes you? She’s aware that you were flirting with him tonight? He feels like he’s missing out on a lot of crucial information right now.

“Because she’s your best friend!” Joaquin replies, defensive. “Are you telling me that you want me to get together with her? Did you get hit in the head by a bowling ball tonight?”

Lina lets out a groan as she pulls up at a red light. “Ay dios mío, Joaquin.”

He stares at her, confused by how annoyed she is. Does she not care that he likes you? But why wouldn’t she – as a teenager she’d told him on more than one occasion that you were her friend and that he wasn’t allowed to even consider stealing you from her. Why, as an adult, would she allow him to basically do that very thing?

“Lina, would you please tell me what’s going on?”

She turns to look at him and he’s already a little afraid just based off of the look on her face. Catalina never looks at him like that. It’s the exact same look of wrath that Marcos had referenced at the barbecue a few weeks ago, the one he’d said no one wanted to deal with. And here he was, the very subject of it.

“She was flirting with you at the bowling alley tonight, Quin,” Lina sighs, clearly already exhausted from this conversation. “You’re the reason that she left early. You must’ve said or done something that hurt her feelings. She didn’t say anything to me, but she’s my best friend. I can tell when she’s lying to me, and she was.”

Lina looks back at the road as the light goes green and puts her foot down on the accelerator. She doesn’t say anything else after that, deciding to let her words sink into Joaquin’s mind for a bit.

He was the reason you left early? Admittedly, he had been a little confused as to why you were flirting with him tonight. He probably hadn’t dealt with that in the best way. But hearing you say things like ‘How much did you miss me?’ and ‘Are you offering private lessons?’ in the way that you did had left him all hot under the collar. How else was he supposed to deal with that?

You’re his older sisters best friend. You’ve been in his life ever since he can really remember. He’s been basically in love with you since you were teenagers, but he’s never let himself even consider the possibility that you weren’t the forbidden fruit Marcos had called you. That all along, Lina actually never cared if he liked you.

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” He looks over at his sister.

Lina nods. “You did, little brother. You really did.”

–––––

Three days have passed since the failed attempt at flirting at Ten Pin Bowling. You’ve seen Lina, going out for coffee with her twice. But Joaquin hasn’t so much as texted you, so you assume that he’s gone back to work with Captain America and try to get back into your daily routine.

You misread the signs and that was okay. Or so you’re telling yourself anyway. Even though every time you think about the way that Joaquin had shut you down, your stomach ends up in knots.

It’s late at night and you’re just about to get up from the couch and finally go to bed after staring at the crappy TV programmes for way too long when you hear a knock on your door.

Stifling a yawn, you head over to the door. You’re so exhausted enough from your long day at work that you don’t even think to look through the peephole on your door before you open it. If you had, you probably would have pretended not to be home.

Because Joaquin Torres stands on the other side of your door.

He’s dressed in dark jeans and a white shirt, his hands tucked into the pockets of the jeans. He has a sheepish look on his face, like he knows exactly what you’re thinking about him turning up here at this time of night, but all you can think about is the fact that he looks good… too good, really.

“Hi,” Joaquin manages.

He sounds nervous, which is strange. Joaquin Torres doesn’t get nervous, not really. He’s the most overconfident person you’ve ever met and you love that about him. You’ve barely ever heard him stutter or stumble over words.

“Hi,” you mutter. “What are you doing here?”

Joaquin is pretty sure he blacked out on his way to your apartment. He remembers getting out of his car, but the walk into the building and the elevator ride up to your floor is all a blur. He’s not sure what he expected to see when you opened the door, but seeing you standing there in your pyjamas, hair out and face make-up free, is not it. You look even more gorgeous than you did at the barbecue.

“I’m sorry. It’s late,” Joaquin blinks, the fact that you’re in your pyjamas finally hitting him. He’s hit with a memory, then – you’re sixteen years old, staying over at his house for a sleepover. He’s almost fifteen. He walks into the kitchen as you’re getting a glass of water early in the morning and all of sudden you’re whisper-yelling at him to get out, saying something about him not being able to see you when you’re in your pyjamas. He almost laughs at the memory and then composes himself. “Should I go?”

You shake your head. “No, you can come in.” You’re not sure what you’re doing. You’re letting Joaquin into your apartment at 11 o’clock at night? And you’re letting him see you in your pyjamas. Your sixteen year old self would freak.

Joaquin hesitantly steps into your apartment and closes the door behind himself, then kicks off his shoes. He notices that all your curtains are drawn and the main lights are off, the room only lit up by a few lamps. The TV is still on but the volume is so low he can’t make out what’s being said.

“You never answered my question,” you state, walking over and leaning against the arm of your couch. Joaquin tries not to look at the way your pyjama shorts rise a little as you sit.

He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t,” he nods. “I was thinking about that time in my old house where you yelled at me in the kitchen because I wasn’t allowed to see you in pyjamas. And here I am, seeing you in your pyjamas.”

Against your better judgment, a small smile makes its way onto your face. You and him had been thinking about the same thing, then. Funny, how even after all these years, things hadn’t changed in some ways. But in others, everything had.

“That doesn’t explain your presence today, Joaquin,” you hum, though you’re still smiling a little at the memory. “You said it yourself. It’s late. But you wouldn’t be here without a reason.”

He nods, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am here for a reason,” he confirms. “I wanted to say sorry about the way I acted at Ten Pin Bowling the other night. You were flirting with me and I got freaked out. Catalina was there and I was worried about what she’d say.”

“It’s okay, Joaquin. You don’t have to apologise. I should be the one saying sorry for flirting with you in the first place,” you shrug. “I misread the signs and I was wrong.”

Joaquin shakes his head and takes a step towards you. “No, don’t apologise either. I, uh… I got yelled at by Lina after we left the bowling alley. She was driving me home and she said some things that I didn’t realise I really needed to hear.”

Lina had filled you in on the conversation that she’d had with Joaquin on their drive home when you’d had coffee with her two days ago, but she hadn’t told you anything that Joaquin had said. She’d only explained to you that she’d tried to knock some sense into him, but that with Joaquin, it could have all gone in one ear and out the other.

Clearly, some of it hadn’t gone out the other ear.

“I’m listening.”

Joaquin takes another step towards you and then he begins.

“I started crushing on you not long before that morning in the kitchen when we were teenagers. I didn’t really realise what the feelings were at the time. All I knew is that I loved whenever you came over to hang out with Catalina and I loved when you both let me hang out with you, too. Then, when you were seventeen you started dating Bobby Hernandez and I discovered what it felt like to be jealous. I was so mad when I found out that Bobby had cheated on you with another girl in your grade that I would have beat him up if Lina hadn’t beaten me to the punch, quite literally.”

Your heart starts beating a little faster in your chest at his words. He’d had a crush on you as a teenager and you had no idea? Even when the only reason you’d started dating Bobby Hernandez was because you were so desperately trying to pretend you didn’t like Joaquin?

“When you and my sister went off to college, that was the hardest part,” he continues. “It was the first time in my life that I was really alone. I had friends, but learning to live without seeing you and Catalina every day was tough. Then, that first summer you came home and you brought your boyfriend home to visit. I remember his name was Seth and every time I saw you with him, it was like I was being punched in the stomach. As much as I wish I didn’t, I remember the name of every guy you brought home. I was trying so hard to pretend like I didn’t care. Catalina apparently saw through me every time.

I remember when I came home after being deployed and I met Gabriel. The first thing that my mom said when I saw her after you’d introduced her was ‘That’s the man our girl is going to marry’ and all I could think about was the fact that it was so wrong. He wasn’t the man you should be marrying. I remember coming around to my sisters house a few years later and letting myself in only to see you in tears on her shoulder. I left before either of you could see that I was there. It’s a good thing I never knew much more about the man other than his name and his job otherwise I probably would have done to him what I wanted to do to Bobby Hernandez, and that probably wouldn’t have gone down well as an adult.”

You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe as you listen to Joaquin talk, but every word he says seems to knock the breath out of you. Every word is as unbelievable as the last. His crush hadn’t just been when you were a teenager. It had lasted through your other relationships, through Gabriel. The man you thought you would marry. And all along, Joaquin had been there, knowing that you wouldn’t because he’d been hoping it was him.

“Why– why did you never say anything?” You ask, even though you already know why.

Joaquin smiles, slightly sadly. “You know why, angel. The one person that ties us together is the one reason neither of us said anything. Hurting Catalina was the last thing either of us ever wanted to do. But…”

“But she’s known all along,” you breathe.

“She’s known all along,” he agrees.

You look at him for a moment, then, noticing the way his eyebrows are drawn together, at the small, sad smile on his face. The way his arms look as they’re crossed over his chest, the way his white shirt accentuates everything you’re trying not to notice. The man in front of you, the one you’ve been in love with all this time, feels the same way about you.

“I only dated the men that I did because I was trying to avoid my feelings for you,” you admit, your voice soft. It’s something you’ve never said out loud before, not even to yourself. Before now, it’s only been a thought in your head, admitted to yourself only.

“Really?”

“Mmhmm,” you nod. “I really did think I was going to marry Gabriel, though. But I think it’s just because I convinced myself he was what I deserved. In the end, he hurt me just like Bobby Hernandez did. He would’ve deserved what he got if you found him.”

The whole time Joaquin has been talking, he’s slowly been walking closer towards you. Now, he’s so close that you could reach out and touch him. That feeling, the energy that runs between the two of you, you can feel it again now. It usually disappears quickly, but today it lingers as you both look in each others eyes.

“You still have his address?” Joaquin jokes, lips twitching up into a smile.

You huff out a laugh and roll your eyes. “What, now that you’re the Falcon you think you can just swoop in and kick his ass for me? You don’t have vibranium wings yet, honey.”

He shrugs. “I do have wings, though. I’d be gone for a few days at least, though. You’d have to live without me while I was gone. Do you reckon you could manage that?” He teases.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I might miss you when you’re gone.”

Joaquin takes a step towards you. “Oh, yeah?” He raises his eyebrows. “How much?”

“As much as any girl misses the man she loves.”

Upon hearing your words, Joaquin can’t hold himself back any longer. He closes the gap between you and cups your jaw in one of his hands before leaning down to press his lips to yours. Kissing you is instantly as easy as breathing, like he’s done it a million times before when in reality, this is one kiss over a decade in the making. He feels your hand on his waist, feels the warmth of it through his thin t-shirt, and the sensation urges him to kiss you deeper. His other hand rests on your back, holding you upright so you don’t tip backwards onto the couch as he kisses you.

The feeling of your lips on his is unlike any feeling he knows. Your lips are sweet, owing to the lip balm you’re wearing, and your skin is soft under his. He never wants this moment to end. He’d kiss you forever if it were possible.

But, eventually the two of you have to break apart to breathe and the moment comes to an end. You rest your foreheads against each others as you attempt to catch your breath. Your hand is fisted in his t-shirt and his thumb is swiping gently back and forth over your cheek.

“So, do you offer private lessons?” You manage to say.

Joaquin laughs, the sound like music to your ears. “That depends,” he replies. “Am I a better kisser than your exes?”

“I’m not even going to answer that question… just kiss me again.”

“Whatever you want, angel.”

His lips meet yours again and the sound you make as they do sets Joaquin’s heart alight. His hand grips your back tighter as he feels your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in closer. Your legs in those tiny pyjama shorts. The pyjamas he wasn’t allowed to see you wearing as a teenager, the ones he’s kissing you senseless in now.

He’s not sure he’s ever going to be able to leave this apartment.

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“Finally,” Lina exclaims, clapping her hands together as she sees you and Joaquin walking into the diner, your hands entwined.

You and Joaquin share a look, amused, before sliding into the booth opposite Catalina. She looks at you both, eyebrows raised, pressing you both to explain everything to her.

It’s the first time you’ve seen her since you and Joaquin had finally gotten together. That night had ended up being a particularly long one and Joaquin hadn’t left until the following morning. You’d had a lot of catching up to do, among other things, after discovering you’d been pining for each other for so many years without really realising it.

“We talked things out,” you state. “I don’t think you’d wanna hear all the details, Lina.”

Catalina screws her nose up. “Oh, please no. Gross. Don’t even plant images like that in my mind,” she shakes her head.

Joaquin laughs and strokes his thumb over your hand from where he’s still holding it. “You walked right into that one, Lina.”

She makes another look of disgust and takes a sip of her drink. “Anyway, moving swiftly on from that… when’s the wedding?”

It’s your turn to laugh, this time, but Lina stays deadly serious as she looks between you both. It’s only when you stop laughing that you realise that she wasn’t asking it as a joke.

“We’ve been officially dating for like four days.”

“Yeah, and you’ve been in love for what, fifteen years? Let’s go, chop chop,” she claps her hands in time with her words. “I want to officially be able to call you my sister.”

Joaquin chuckles. “You’re part of the reason we’ve wasted those years not being together, Lina. Forgive us if we want to actually date for the first time before the whole marriage thing.”

You squeeze his hand under the table and he turns to look at you, a smile on his face. He leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek, ignoring the sound that Lina makes at the public display of affection.

He’d almost died a few months ago without knowing your true feelings. You’d both wasted so much time trying to get over the other without knowing.

Joaquin is going to make sure he never wastes another second with you.

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baurutruffle · 2 hours ago

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Let's go!

1. I'm a therian.

2. Crocodile, torn between Mugger crocodile and Siamese crocodile.

3. The most common shifts are mental and phantom shifts. My phantom shifts include tail, snout, the "horns" (which basically are ears), hands/feet, belly and the general flat shape when laying down on my belly. My mental shits often mean the urge to bask in the sun with my mouth open, do the death roll or make sounds like hissing or the like. Occasionally, I have the urge to turn around and snap or slide back into water, too. My oddest cameo shift? Wings. They make no sense but they're funny and feel nice.

4. I sometimes imagine my body to be a crocodile on two legs, interacting with other animals rather than humans. Sometimes, I'm just constantly tired and need to recharge by simply laying around or sitting in the sun. Sunlight is extremely important. Despite me being a mammal - a human - in this life, I sometimes feel like I depend on the warmth and the UV light of the sun more than anyone else. When I choose my meal, it gotta include good meat and veggies (yes, crocs eat veggies and fruits). While most women (and many men) see a sharp jawline as crucial for beauty, I like a slight double chin which I think might come from my crocodile self where we all have a kind of a double chin. A good trait of my body is the robust build. I'm not chunky or something but on a healthy side with small stubby hands which resemble my crocodile hands. And this makes me feel very comfy at times. Guess I had some luck there to look a bit crocodilian in my human body. c;

Though, what makes me feel weird at times are my boobies. They're... big. As a reptile, I often look down and think: "Wth, what's this? Oh, yea... right." Reptiles don't have such. The same goes with other things which I won't talk about here for the safety of the minors on this platform.

When someone's annoying the hell outta me, I have the urge to either retreat in a water body or chomp them or hiss at them. Usually, I'm very disciplined and can avoid following my urges in a social setting but sometimes a deep rumble leaves my throat either way.

Those are just a few slight insights. But I'll happily talk about more of my experiences in my everyday life, if you're interested.

5. I've been part of the community for over a decade. It should be 16 years soon. Over the years, I witnessed a lot. I really like the side where we all peacefully talk about our experiences and discuss about terms and the usage of those etc. The downside on the other hand looks way deeper. Gatekeeping, unwanted grilling, excluding young alterhumans, hate and more. After all, I think if we focus on the positive sides of the community, it's a fairly nice one. We should build up some more of the neutral, peaceful side. We're all sitting in the same boat - nonhumans living a human life and trying to make the best of it. Following the construct of self-care to not lose our minds in-between all these humans where a big part still sees us with despise and hatred. The community has its potential for the good and the bad.

6. Inclusion. I'm most euphoric to be able to say that I'm not alone and not mentally ill simply for identifying as something nonhuman. For believing in having been a crocodile in my past life and still carrying this part of me with me. I am a crocodile and that's completely valid. As a rational person (by law) who grew up not showing too many emotions and letting go of feelings and the like, I tried to find a reason for all these experiences and thought I was just mentally ill for seeing myself as a crocodile. I read plenty of books, went to a couple psychologists and tried to "treat" away this side of me. But the community took me back on the ground and helped me understand what was actually happening. Now I'm 29, have two jobs (social worker and firefighter), pay taxes and all these weird human things and I can still say I'm myself. I gained so much self-confidence and became more self-conscious over the years. I did have my downfalls in the community as well but it still caught me and helped me back up on my feet. Now I can say out proudly that I'm a crocodile. Thank you for that, dear alterhumans!

7. I experience species dysphoria a lot after all. While most four-legged mammals can simply walk on all fours and feel at ease doing so, it doesn't feel that right for me. I can't do this slumber walk and have a heavy tail being dragged over the ground. I can't eat like a crocodile with this weak human mouth and this weirdly shaped face. If a tooth is broken, it won't just fall out and grow back but has to be repaired and treated carefully afterwards. My boobies, which I mentioned above. I have no scales and can't swim like a crocodile. I don't have a third eyelid. My claws are weak and soft.

Many many things make me feel species dysphoria. Though, it's fine. I accept those feelings and do my best with that. I got to the nail manufacturer and let them make me grey relatively pointy nails. I have the possibility to get tattoos. I can swim and dive as a human just as fine. You name it.

8. Don't rush it! I made this mistake which left me in an identity crisis for 11 years! Let it go, live your life, embrace your existence. If you're like me, a journal can help as well. Keep track of your experiences. And don't compare yourself to others. You might not know what you are right now and it might take years to find out for sure but this is what you have in advance. You're able to learn so much about yourself and educate yourself more on many levels which those who know what they are since they can think don't most of the time. Take the part where you have to read about so many animals and dive into zoology so hard that you can consider yourself a little nerd (lovingly). Take the patience that you need. Or maybe learning about many facettes and their correlation to your nonhumanity. Of course, those who know their true self since the very beginning can learn about these as well but you still do it on an absolutely different level. Enjoy it! And if you need help, don't hesitate to ask for help.

9. I don't have any gear yet but would love to have some. Though, I wouldn't know what I could get. Maybe you have some ideas.

10. Theoretically, such experiences and self-portraying as animals or other nonhuman creatures takes us back to the first humans with the spiritual and religious side. We have evidence of humans from the Paleolithic time to self-portray as animals, that's been about 40,000 years ago. Zoologic art has been found that may represent the earliest known form of anthropomorphism. I like to see that as the beginning of nonhuman identities. And maybe humans were identifying as nonhuman even before that or at least have very special connections to animals which could be seen as otherhearted or even as an identity already. Several religions, thelogies and spiritual beliefs practice animal related rituals and the like way before civilization. I think we could root alterhumanity there already.

11. I don't tag individuals but let everyone decide for themselves, if they want to partake in such fun things or not. So, go ahead!

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

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vividly-vermillion · 15 hours ago

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✴︎ POPPING YOUR CHERRY

જ⁀➴ Nanami was patient until you were ready, giving you a night full of pleasure and taking your virginity in a gentle way

ﾉ including: Nanami Kento

ﾉ cw: fem!reader, no dynamics, soft sex, oral (reader giving and receiving), fingering, squirting, pussy job, creampie, lots of pet names, consent checks, gentle aftercare, slight body worship

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ﾉ info: I need this man so badly I can not tell you | Requests are open!

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Nanami has been nothing but kind and patient with you ever since you two met, sure he had his moments where he snapped at you due to stress at his work but you never took it to heart, almost feeling bad that you didn't quite know how to help him since he always brushed you off before he would say something he regrets and you gave him the desired space. He would always come back to you after a long and hot shower, muscles relaxed, his mood way better.

It wasn't until you happened to walk past his big bathroom when he took one of these showers when you found out what was really going on. Through the noise of the water hitting the tiled floor you could hear soft groans, followed by a few mumbled words… Was he masturbating?

Your hand gently knocked against the closed door before you could stop it from happening, a few grumbles to be heard from the inside of the room. “It's open!” He called out mere seconds later, his thick shaft still resting heavy in his palm, body hidden away behind the steamed glass of the shower. Swiftly you entered the bathroom and went straight for the shower, your clothes falling in a trail as you approached your lover. “May I join?” You called out slightly hesitant, your cheeks heating up at the thought of seeing him like this for the first time, but silence filled the room until he eventually spoke a small “Yes”, unable to resist you any longer. Nanami wanted to take things slow with you, knowing you're inexperienced so he waited for you to make a move, to give a sign that you want him as much as he wants you - he was craving you, the image of your body clad in the beautiful sundress you wore once stuck in his head and leaving little space for imagination what your body beneath might look like. The thought of you was his sweet salvation and his downfall late at night when he couldn't sleep or during the day when he couldn't focus. Only you.

After taking a deep and shaky breath you opened the milky glass door of the shower, steam clouding your vision for mere seconds before it evaporated enough to see your lover standing in front of you, not daring to look down where you saw his cock standing proudly in the corner of your eyes.

Noticing how you seemed to be frozen to the spot, Nanami tried to cover his manhood with his large hands, his eyes staying respectfully on your face, not once wandering. “Changed your mind?” He asked with a soft voice, not a hint of pressure behind his words, just curiosity, but you quickly shook your head no to let him know that you did not change your mind. With a careful step you joined the blonde man in the shower, hot water cascading down your figure yet his eyes remained trained on your face.

“Warm enough?” He asked caring, his voice soft as silk when he spoke which seemed to calm your breath a little. “It could be a bit warmer… if you don't mind,” you mumble, feeling a little awkward for intruding on him during such a private moment and now you just stand around in front of him, fidgeting nervously with your hands while he reached out to the faucet, brushing past the soft skin of your arm which you had draped over your chest in a rather shy manner. This simple touch alone left your skin to erupt with goosebumps and your eyes wandered over his strong arms, ending at his chest before you looked to the dark tiled wall once more, the rippling muscles beneath his skin embedded in your brain now. “You don't have to be so reserved. I'm your partner after all,” he pointed out lightly, not minding your eyes on him and as much as he wanted to just push you against the wall and take you, he remained patient and caring. He knew this was a rather big step for you to take already and he didn't want to scare you with anything, but you simply nodded, unsure arms wrapping around his torso in a gentle hug.

Nanami held back a chuckle upon this sweet and innocent gesture, holding you close to his body underneath the big rainshower, hot water cascading down both your bodies now. He would lie if he said that your soft skin and your perked nipples pressed against him in such an intimate way didn't affect him but his body betrayed him already - his erection twitching against your stomach and letting you feel just how badly he needed you. He cleared his throat and was ready to mumble out an apology for being inappropriate during such a delicate moment, but you looked up at him with a newfound hunger hidden behind your eyes.

Without hesitation the blonde man leaned down to capture your soft lips in a heated kiss, his tongue no stranger to your mouth as the kiss grew heated like oh so many times before. The butterflies were doing cartwheels in your stomach when his large hands reached down to hold your hips, pulling you impossibly close to his body in an effort to get you even closer until you had to break the kiss for air, his kisses traveling to your neck and it was evident that both of you yearned for more than just a makeout session.

By the time your hand stroked over his rock hard abs it was clear to him and he nodded almost breathless, craving the touch of your soft hand wrapped around his shaft for the first time and when you finally did he couldn't hold back a relieved groan. Nanami’s lips returned to yours once again as he guided your much smaller hand up and down the length of his cock, showing you just the way he liked it, but the way your hand barely managed to wrap around his girth left his head spinning, desperate to maintain focus when his hands crept over to your body once more. Calloused hands resting on your hip and just below your chest, your nodding of wordless consent was all he needed to let his hands travel further, one pulling you closer as the other started kneading your chest. “You're so beautiful, doll” he managed to rasp out as his kisses returned to your neck once more, his low moans and pants filling your senses as your hand worked on his length to help him get off.

Your soft whines didn't go unnoticed by him when he gently rolled your pebbled nipple between his thumb and index finger, his lips now trailing down to take care of your neglected breast, the warmth of his mouth engulfing one nipple while his fingers played with the other and you started to rub your thighs together in desperation. “Let me take care of you,” he mouthed against the soft flesh of your boobs and you could only nod, your hand working faster on him as his teeth tugged on your nipple ever so gently. He should have felt ashamed for being selfish, but your hands working on him got him off faster than his own ever could, thick ropes of cum painting your stomach and hands only to be washed away by the water right away, his head resting in the crook of your neck for a short moment, but before you knew it, his fingers were brushing against your thighs, begging for you to open up for him, which you did.

Skilled fingers caressed your inner thighs until he finally reached your core and just as he touched the part where you needed him most his sweet touch disappeared, a small chuckle vibrating through his chest which caught your attention. “We should take this to the bedroom, I want to take my time with you” he mumbled into your ear, his voice hoarse from how aroused he's gotten by the thought of finally claiming you as his entirely. You didn't need to answer him either, the way you turned off the water within a mere second was answer enough and he shook his head at how eager you seemed to be.

Leaving the warmth of the shower first, Nanami went to get a fresh towel for you, the soft fabric smelling like orchids and cotton, something you've started associating with him - with home. Just as he wrapped it around you, one hand stretched out to help you out of the shower and guided you to the bedroom you've been to a hundred times before. You should know the way by now but perhaps the towel that hung dangerously low on his hips, threatening to fall off, was all you could focus on. You were grateful for when he gently scooped you up into his strong arms, the hint of chest hair tickling your skin before you were placed onto the bed with utmost care.

Warm hands untucked the towel from around your body to reveal your beauty to him, your body entirely exposed but you didn't feel the need to cover up, his gaze letting the heat rush to your cheeks. He made you feel wanted, desired like you're the most beautiful woman on earth - and to him you were. You were perfect in every single way, almost feeling bad that he's about to ruin you like this but he craved to hear you whimper and whine for more, pawing at his sculpted body when he takes you past the edge, begging for him, pleading to fill you up - making you his entirely.

Of course he will take his sweet time until he is sure that you can handle him, the thought of hurting you made his heart clench and… he's been staring for too long, your sweet giggle filling his ears. You broke the shell of the stoic man, you could make him crawl to you if you'd only ask. He was fully devoted to you and your love, craving you, his body screaming for you in every way - it was almost scaring him but he was undoubtedly yours.

Kneeling down just in front of the bed he pulled your body closer, your beautiful legs now resting over his shoulders until your glistening folds were right in front of his face, his blonde hair tickling your thighs when he started pressing open mouthed kisses along your supple flesh. Minutes that felt like hours passed and you needed him, going crazy with how badly you yearned for his pleasure until your hands found their way into his silk like hair, pulling him towards your core with pleading eyes. “Patience, doll” he whispered, his warm breath fanning over your folds and eliciting goosebumps over your body. You've never had someone this close to your heat but it was Nanami - you had no reason to grow shy nor embarrassed over your feelings for him, his rock hard cock letting you know that he was equally eager for this.

His amber eyes held nothing but warmth in them when he pressed a kiss to the mound of your core, looking for any sign of discomfort in yours. “Yellow if it's too much, red if you need me to stop” his words cut the silence in the room, accompanied by the thumping of your heart now picking up, almost sounding like a war drum. You nodded, unable to form words in the anticipation laced with nervousness but it was enough for the man between your legs, trusting you to let him know if you weren't ready to go on and you knew he would never pressure you into anything.

Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt his kisses travel over your mound onto your folds until his thumbs ever so gently parted them, exposing your wetness to him. Unsure what to expect you gasped softly when the first kitten lick of his tongue brushed over your exposed clit, fingers digging into his scalp at the sensation. You could feel him smile at your reaction, his tongue traveling through your folds in a zigzag motion only to circle your bundle of nerves, alternating between gently flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it until you were helplessly bucking against his face, the pleasure washing over you which caught you entirely off guard with its intensity that you couldn't even warn your lover - but he knew.

Nanami's tongue kept playing with your clit until he heard the cry of his name leave your throat, begging him, for what you didn't even know yourself but the orgasm that followed was better than any you've given to yourself.

Allowing you to calm down, his tongue slowed down its assault on your sensitive nub only to travel further down, lapping up your arousal like a man starved. The slurping noises were lewd but you didn't want him to stop, neither when he pushed his tongue into your entrance, nor when his thumb came down to rub small circles at your overly sensitive clit. Nanami was entirely lost in your taste, eyes fluttering shut and breaking eye contact for a moment and it made you swoon, seeing how much he enjoyed this - how pleasing you was pleasing him. Your juices kept coating his tongue, followed by soft groans against your heat only for his tongue to leave your entrance and return to your clit once more.

“God. You're so addictive” he mumbled into you, the hand which rested on your thigh now joining his tongue, his index finger gently circling your entrance to gauge a reaction from you, seeing if you show any signs of it being too much, but you were babbling at this moment, cunt clenching around nothing when his tongue started his assault on your bundle of nerves once more. Nanami was certain that you needed this as much as he did, ever so gently pushing his finger into your untouched hole just to feel how tight you clench around him from the intrusion. Nodding you started grinding against his face and finger, needing him deeper, needing more and he heard you, briefly pulling his finger out of you before replacing it with his middle- and ringfinger. Your cunt sucked them in, almost struggling to accommodate his thick digits - the stretch much more than your fingers ever managed and when he curled them into your sweet spot it was over for you once again. A loud whine erupted from your throat as the squelching noises of your pussy grew in volume “Ke-Kento… too much!” You whimpered helplessly to get him to slow down but the second your sweet voice reached his ears a clear stream of liquid splashed out of you and against his tongue. His fingers slowed down the moment you begged for it but your orgasm already washed over you, legs shaking violently on his shoulders when he lapped up the juices that just squirted out of you.

Your ears were ringing as your lungs desperately tried to get air back into them, not even noticing how your lover was raking his hands over your thighs in a caring manner, absolutely mesmerized by you. He knew very well that your body was pushed past its boundaries so he wanted to stop or at least give you a break but you finally came back to your senses, your gaze still hungry despite looking utterly fucked out by just his tongue and fingers. “Don't stop… please,” you whimpered, begging him for more. Oh you little vixen, knowing exactly how to play his heartstrings - how is he supposed to deny you such a request when he could devour you whole?

A single kiss was pressed to your right thigh before he put it down onto the bed, shaking his head with a breathless chuckle when he caught a glimpse of your frown. “You're going to be the death of me, love” he mumbled amused, your left leg now lined up with his chest and shoulder as he stood between your thighs. The feeling of his cock resting just above your heat made you want to scream, the kiss that was placed upon your ankle provoked the smallest whimper to erupt out of you. “Please Kento,” You encouraged him, being entirely certain about going this step with him and he nodded, thumbs spreading your folds once more to get a view on how wet he got you, a small puddle forming underneath your ass on the bed and he deemed it good enough to drag his length through your cunt, slowly.

Nanami wouldn't last long if he made love to you now, far too riled up from all your moans, your taste and the way you squirted just from two of his fingers working their magic on you. “Ken… i need you” you begged, soft voice sounding strained now, almost desperate but he only picked up his pace slightly, his tip now nudging your clit just the right ways to have you mewling for him once again, hands digging into the bedsheets from how sensitive you were by now and it needed everything inside of him to not push his cock inside of you when he felt close.

You could feel the twitching of his shaft against your wet cunt, heavy balls clenching as he spilled his seed over your heat and lower stomach, his head thrown back while a guttural moan left his throat. You really were going to be the death of him - now he was certain. Seeing your little pussy covered in cum did things to him, eyes darkening when he dragged the head of his cock through your folds once again to collect your mixed juices, only stopping when he arrived at your entrance. One last time his eyes wandered up your body to rest on your half closed eyes, looking so tired but so happy at the same time.

Nanami needed to make sure that you still wanted this since you were almost at a point of no return. Sensing his hesitation you reached your palm out towards him, letting the man that stood tall like a tree between your legs lower himself so you may cup his cheek in the most loving way. “I want you, Kento Nanami. I've never been more sure of something in my life before,” you whispered softly, the room around you falling quiet once more, only your heartbeats to be heard, hammering against your chests and begging to be united.

Your gentle giant couldn't ask for more from you, hearing you say it loud and clear - you wanted him, wanted this. His soft lips captured yours in an enchanting kiss and taking your mind entirely off of the way the bulbous head of his dick slowly pushed past your tight entrance and molding you to be his.

A hiccup caused by your pain interrupted the sensual kiss but Nanami was quick to help you, halting his advances when his length was halfway inside of you, taking your virginity with utmost care. “Shh… you're doing so good for me, doll. Do you want me to stop?” His voice sounded strained, yet caring and it was clear that it took everything in him to not thrust the remaining half into you which was greatly appreciated. His forehead connected with yours after he pressed a kiss to yours, waiting for you to say something, anything. “G-green” your voice cut through the silence and allowed him to go on which he did, one of his hands still holding your leg to his chest while the other intertwined with yours, lips returning to yours in a desperate attempt to ground himself so he won't lose control. Hurting you was the last thing Nanami wanted to do after all.

His balls rested heavy against you when he finally bottomed out, his deep groan echoing off the walls when you raked your fingers over his well defined back, feeling every ripple of his muscles beneath his pale skin. “Taking me so- fuck… so well,” he moaned breathless when his hips started to move with small thrusts, his thumb wiping a stray tear from your cheek and you're not sure if it was from the pain or the fact that he made you feel so incredibly good. Weakly you nodded your head, drinking the praise in like it's the essence that's keeping you alive. “My good girl,” he continued, hips meeting yours with every word and he felt like his heart would beat out of his chest at any moment, seeing your jaw slowly going slack and your moans growing in volume to create this lewd image of his usually so sweet love.

Nanami had to halt, his chest rising and sinking rapidly from the way you manage to steal his breath, your wet cunt gripping him like a vice and trying to milk him from all he's worth and he wanted to just fuck you senseless right then and there, hips pistonning into you like his life depended on it… but he didn't - he couldn't. Not this time at least. Instead his hips moved in slow but deep, rhythmic thrusts which let him feel every ridge inside your heat and only adding to his bottomless hunger for you. You were moaning beneath him, angelic sounds to his ears but when he straightened up so he was no longer bending over you on the bed you suddenly cried out his name in pleasure, soft moans turning desperate for more.

The new angle made you feel even fuller than before, his tip angled perfectly to hit your sweet spot with every gentle thrust until your glossy eyes landed on his almost closed ones, nodding over and over “I know you're close, princess. Just let go,” he encouraged you, his thrusts picking up their pace to push against your sweet spot repeatedly until your toes curled and your back arched so perfectly off the mattress. His thumb rubbed tight circles onto your sensitive clit to drag out this earth shattering orgasm as long as possible - you deserved a first time to remember fondly after all but he just doesn't stop. Your breathless whines turned into cries for him, for more, for him to not stop. You were high on this feeling he gave to you, his hips rutting into you aimlessly at this point and his head was thrown back as his moans mixed with yours. “One more, just- fuck! Just one more,” he groaned with a rough voice, needing to feel you clench around him in bliss again before he allowed himself to follow you.

When your pussy clenched around him as another orgasm rippled through your beautiful body, he finally understood why they call it a little death. His hips thrusted into you a final time, burying himself as deep as he physically could while his dick twitched wildly inside of you and you could feel the way his balls contracted, slowly filling you up with his release.

Nanami's vision went white for a moment, pure bliss taking over and his body feeling like he was floating on cloud nine - this is why they call it a little death. You were going to be his own piece of heaven, your core gripping his cock so tightly he felt like it was hard to breathe but at the same time you were the oxygen his lungs needed.

His barely there thrusts finally came to a stop and he lifted your leg off his chest and shoulder before lifting your body against his chest so you could be as close as possible without having to slip out. The way he fell onto the bed with you was almost clumsy but he didn't want to let go of you, not even for a fraction of a second.

His big hand came up to wipe a strand of hair behind your ear, a tired smile on his lips “Are you okay, doll?” he asks with his voice like silk, needing to know if you're fine and you nodded tired, laying on top of him now with your bodies still connected. Even with his own seed running out of you and onto his body and the bed beneath he made no effort to move, the moment too perfect. Your body was draped over his, your limbs ever so tired as his hands ran up and down your back which was sticky from the sweat but he didn't mind it for one second. This moment dragged on for a while, gentle touches and even gentler kisses shared between lovers until your breath started to even out. In your half awake state you barely noticed how he carefully picked up your tired body to carry you into the room where it all began, only registering it when the sound of the water running and the scent of lavender filled your exhausted senses. “You can just rest, I'll clean you up” he whispered and lowered you into the warm water of the bathtub, following you mere seconds after where he let you rest against his chest again. You let your eyes remain closed when he picked up the softest washcloth, slowly dragging it over your arms, your torso, your legs and lastly over your sore pussy, still leaking his cum. There was nothing sexual in his touch, only tender care as he made sure to clean your body from any filth so you may rest and let him take care of you so you could wake in the bed to the smell of breakfast in the morning…

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cinnamanz · 2 days ago

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# MAMMA MIA — chapter twenty-nine!

there’s always been one rule in the group: don’t bring up y/n. no one really knows why, but it’s clear sophia would rather leave her ex-best friend in the past. once inseparable, their friendship dissolved after a summer camp that no one talks about, and y/n vanished, moving god-knows-where without so much as a goodbye. some say it was a fight. others say it was something more. only sophia knows the truth—or maybe not even she does. now, as the third year at dream academy begins, sophia is blindsided by y/n's unexpected return. gone is the familiar, easygoing childhood bestfriend she remembers. in her place is someone sharper, colder, and—unfortunately for sophia—hotter than ever. (who gave her the permission to look so fine?)

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HARDEST BATTLES

PULLING UP INTO THE CAMPUS PARKING LOT, y/n exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel. her hair was a mess, her hoodie was on backward, and she was so close to kicking sophia out without even stopping the car properly.

“we’re here. get out.” sophia had just stepped out, barely getting both feet on the ground, when it happened.

he happened.

alex.

y/n barely had time to process him launching out of his own car like a damn track star before he sprinted across the lot, all but lunging for the passenger door. the second he yanked it open—way too hard, by the way—y/n flinched at the god-awful sound of metal slamming against metal.

oh, hell no.

did this guy just try to break her car?

“good morning, sophia,” alex greeted, sickeningly enthusiastic, flashing his most charming smile as he extended a hand like he was welcoming a princess down from her royal carriage instead of, you know, just greeting someone who had already exited the vehicle.

y/n saw red.

shutting the engine off with an aggressive twist of her keys, she flung her door open, already marching over to give alex a piece of her mind. who did he think he was? if he wanted to open car doors so badly, maybe he should apply to be a valet and leave her car the hell alone—

but then she saw it.

sophia, standing just outside the car, gripping the door frame as she swayed slightly.

y/n’s irritation screeched to a halt, replaced by a sharp furrow of her brows. was she dizzy? nauseous? okay, yeah, y/n had maybe driven a little fast, but—

before alex could even notice, y/n was already at sophia’s side, steadying her with a firm hand on her arm. “hey. you good?”

sophia blinked up at her, slightly unfocused, and instead of answering, she just… latched onto y/n. and then alex.

one hand gripping y/n’s sleeve, the other grasping alex’s arm like they were the only things keeping her upright.

y/n and alex locked eyes over sophia’s head, both glaring, both silently daring the other to let go first.

sophia groaned, voice weak. “if one of you lets me go, i’m gonna throw up on your shoes.”

immediate silence.

then, in perfect synchronization, both y/n and alex tightened their grip on her.

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kiame-sama · 15 hours ago

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Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 41

(Vil- though not fully Overblotted- still has several visual changes to his coloration and appearance due to the intense presence of blot that had been in his system from his potion. He is able to explain most of it away for those who question him, but those who were present in the classroom when it happened know the truth. They are too loyal and earnest to speak that truth for Vil's sake and the Human's sake.)

Warnings; jealous dragon, fluff and theories, Clay is the only truly aware platonic yandere, Dragon, Harpy, Drider, Vampire bat, hellcat, mention of Cervitaur, mention of Raiju,

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"What happened?"

Standing before you- with his eyes wide and his entire body stiff- was a very unhappy and stressed Dragon. Malleus had been trying to keep himself calm with the aid of Lilia, but seeing your exhausted state sent him spiraling. The tell-tale black ink-like coloration at the ends of your fingers, lips, and hair told him you had more than just a brush with blot.

"Blot potion out of control. We're both good now, but we need a snack and some rest. Papa Hades said he would be up with something for us to snack on soon."

"..."

Malleus stood in silence, the tip of his tail flicking angrily and the low roll of thunder sounded in the distance. It often took a moment or two for the Dragon to fully process what was being said to him, and it often took your calmly stated words just a moment longer than most. You had been touched by blot and he was furious to think such a vile liquid could even have a hold on you for seconds, let alone long enough to stain your flesh.

"... Blot potion?"

"Yeah. A bad idea that became a dangerous opponent. It's sealed up now and Papa Hades said he would be dealing with it later. For now, I think Vil and I need a bit of a rest."

The trip back to your dorm had been a long one, or at least it felt so much longer to you and Vil given the prior events. Luckily Rook and Silver- after pulling themselves together- straightened up and carried the both of you. You were put on Silver's back while Vil was on Rook's back. Sebek, professor Clay, and Papa Hades led your group back to Ramshackle, all the while ensuring that any ne'er-do-wells knew to keep their distance.

Now you all were looking for a bit of rest, and Malleus was likely to panic upon fully realizing what took place. You weren't exactly keen to argue with the Dragon and you knew complete fallout would occur if he ever learned you had kissed Vil in order to give the blot potion easy access to your body. Though you could have likely done it a different way, it was the only thing you could think of to encourage the blot potion out of Vil and into you fast enough to save the Harpy.

"Tsuno, I know you aren't happy about it, but it happened and is over now. All that matters is we are back safe and sound. Right?"

"..."

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm not going to classes tomorrow. Well, Vil won't be either after tonight's events, so you can stick around with us tomorrow if you feel like skipping a class or two."

This made the Dragon perk up somewhat, clearly pleased at the idea of spending more time with you than he usually would be able to. Still, he seemed hesitant to believe that all of the present issues were resolved so easily.

"Now, let's talk about who gets to sleep where in the nest."

~•§•~

The ancient Shinigami watched the pan sizzle as he cooked a small meal quickly and fiddled with a device in his hands. If the Harpy was so keen to be a data point in this study, Hades wasn't going to argue. It unsettled him that several of the students were showing signs of desperation and of performing desperate acts to get the soft and coveted Human's attention.

Who knows what the next desperate action will be or how far it will go.

"Lord Hades?"

"Yes, Child?"

The Shinigami turned his head towards the Yeti who had been present for the fallout of the Harpy and had been a rather helpful aide when it came to restraining the other students. Had they all tried to help and not been held back by the Ape-man, they likely would have all Overblotted or worse given the situation at hand. He at least lived up to his reputation of being calm under pressure and having a good grasp on dangerous situations.

"That much blot should have killed her."

"I know, Child. That much blot would have killed all of them had it gotten a hold on them."

"I know that potion. Poachers use it to infest their prey to claim they were 'putting down a Feral' instead of illegally harvesting parts from a non Feral. It never ends well for those who use it. Ever."

"I am familiar with the potion as well."

This only made Clay's frown deepen. He had seen entire poaching encampments turned Feral due to that specific potion and he had seen the way it acted like a blight on any magical being. How it moved from body to body, infesting and possessing anything it touched.

"Why didn't it kill her?"

"I have several theories. Humans are not magical, so they have next to no accumulation of blot as they go through life. Blot is a byproduct of magic, and without magic, Humans don't form blot but are susceptible to those who have turned Feral. My own Humans had very little interaction with Ferals by design. Though I knew they were blot resistant, I did not know the extent of their blot related abilities."

"So you don't know?"

"I don't know for certain, no. She has shown an incredible ability to neutralize blot and even attract blot towards her, as shown by the potion itself choosing to abandon it's prize of young Vil and anchor itself to her instead where it could have just taken them both."

The Shinigami turned towards Clay, moving the pan off of the heat to let it and the food he was cooking rest. The monitoring collar he was fiddling with coming to life in his hands as he adjusted it.

"I have a theory that Humans are natural blot absorbers and neutralizers. They likely developed this and their addictive nature by evolving hand in hand with magic using species. Humans needed protection from magical species so they developed a way to be needed and helpful to those that protected them. The magical species create blot, and the Humans absorb it, creating a symbiotic relationship. Perhaps it is this blot absorption that led to Humans being so addictive as they relieve the negative impact of blot, which all magical species have."

"It would make sense... To have blot creators and blot neutralizers. But still, this rampant almost infectious attraction and obsession doesn't really fit..."

"That is why it must be studied. There is the potential that Little (Y/n) is a fluke among Humans with an unnatural resistance to blot. The only thing that I know for certain is the data that has been gathered. Humans are addictive, thousands of years worth of research has proven that as fact. This blot absorption is a new development, and with only one Human as the sample size, it can't be asserted that (Y/n) isn't the only blot neutralizer."

The Yeti crossed his arms, deep in thought. It made sense from a scientific view. No science was perfect and with the sample size being a grand total of one, there was always room for misinterpretation. Even still, there was more than just the science to be considered.

"She deserves to know."

"Hm?"

"(Y/n) deserves to be told of her addictive qualities. If not for the sake of others, than for her own sake so she can protect herself. If everyone is going to have some kind of obsession- deadly or not- she deserves to know about it."

"... I know. I have considered broaching the topic many times before, yet have found myself struggling to find the right words to tell her."

"Why?"

"Because," the Shinigami sighed, running his fingers through his flame hair, "Humans are delicate compared to us. Physically they could be a credible threat to other species, especially when their young were put in harm's way, but emotionally they put more value into how others viewed them. It makes sense, they were at the whims of others for an extended period of time and are an incredibly social species as a whole, but that does mean they are more delicate to the emotional impact they have on others. Little (Y/n) in particular seems mostly aware of her impact on the others, but I worry what guilt she will feel when she learns the truth."

Clay nodded at this, having seen his own fair share of just how impactful the affectionate Human was on the wellbeing of those around her. From the guards that flocked to her, to the students that stared whenever she passed by, she impacted everyone she interacted with. He had also noticed his own growing attachment to the kind little Human that so innocently looked to him for instruction.

"Young Vil and Little (Y/n) are likely hungry with the blot still in their systems, they need food before they rest."

Clay dropped the subject as the elder Shinigami split the ample and warm food into two servings, turning to leave. He paused for just a moment at the threshold of the door to speak to the Yeti with an even and measured tone.

"I will broach the subject when I feel it is right, but trust that I will do it. For now, I ask you keep our conversation to yourself. She doesn't need such stress so soon after an event like this one, alright?"

"... I understand."

~•§•~

Rook was almost vibrating with how thrilled he was, settled down in the nest with his boon companion laying against his side. Vil had his long tail tucked and curled under his legs as he himself had taken an almost fetal position up against the side of the Drider. You were sitting close by, petting a sore and less than pleased Grim who demanded cuddles when he realized you were back.

The storm outside had quieted somewhat, as Malleus had managed to calm himself despite not liking the two outsiders laying in your nest. Silver was already back to sleep, Sebek laying against his side but still warily observing the Harpy and Drider duo in the nest. Though the Dragon was displeased with the interlopers, he was more relieved that you were alright. He didn't overlook the staining you had on your skin, seeing the darker tints around your eyes and lips where the blot had forced itself into you.

"Are you certain you are alright, (Y/n)?"

"Yes, Tsuno, I'm okay. I promise. If I wasn't, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I appreciate that you care so deeply about me and want to make sure I'm alright, but I promise you I am okay."

"..."

The Dragon continued to frown as a light knock sounded from the door. It slowly opened to reveal the large Shinigami with two steaming bowls of food and you couldn't help but smile at him. At least Papa Hades was present and could help care for you and Vil after the impact of the disastrous potion the Harpy had created.

"Here you are, Little One. Eat up and get some rest, you and Young Vil are no doubt exhausted by the evenings events."

You happily accepted the bowl of warm food, Grim taking several long sniffs towards your meal as you pet his forehead. His little nose wiggled and you were content to give the sore kit bites from your bowl. Vil seemed much more hesitant to take the food offered, seeming as if he were close to crying despite the kind gesture.

"Vil?"

"... I don't deserve it."

Your smile fell and you sighed, having seen similar remorseful driven behavior from Riddle and Alistair following their Overblots. He was likely going to need an encouraging hand if he was going to accept the meal offered. At least his behavior showed he was regretting his actions that drove him to his current state.

"Yes, you do. Eat, or you will regret it tomorrow."

"... (Y/n), I almost killed you with my actions. I could have killed myself as well. I don't deserve accolades or kindness after my actions."

A beat of silence passed as you handed the bowl off to a confused Lilia, handing Grim to Malleus. Vil seemed confused by your actions as you moved through the nest to his side, grabbing the second bowl from the elder Shinigami. Using the provided spoon, you scooped up some of the food and looked at Vil expectantly, holding the spoon up to him.

"(Y/n), I-"

"If your next actions are not eating and saying 'thank you' to Papa Hades, I'm not going to listen or entertain any further complaints. You will eat. You will be thankful someone took the time to make you food. You will accept that I am not angry with you. And above all else, you will forgive yourself for your own misguided actions. If I have to sit here and feed you myself, I will."

Vil was silent for another long moment, but his stomach spoke for him with an impatient growl as he could smell the warm food you held. With a certain hesitance to his movements and very much like a baby bird, he let you feed him that first spoonful. You didn't have to feed him the rest as that one bite triggered his obvious hunger and he happily took the bowl from you.

Once Vil was eating his fair share you gently pet his head, making the Harpy let out a gentle cooing noise at the affection. Lilia returned your bowl to you and you proceeded to follow the Harpy's example, pausing to give the occasional piece to Grim. Papa Hades seemed pleased with the both of you eating and nodded, resting on the edge of the nest to wait until you both had finished your impromptu meals.

"Young Vil, given the... events... that took place, I would rather you join the current study I am overseeing. It is on blot and how Little (Y/n) affects blot in other species. It will require you wear this monitor on your neck so we can get vitals and a fairly accurate measurement of blot remaining inside of you. Is that amenable to you?"

"Yes. I... am still mortified that I even considered Overblotting in the first place, but I understand now how lucky I truly am (Y/n) intervened when she did. It would be meaningless to deny my own participation in your research given my misguided actions."

Vil moved towards you, Papa Hades taking both bowls away and setting them to the side as he held up what looked like the same collars Riddle and Alistair wore. The Harpy held up his hair to allow the elder Shinigami to place the device around his neck, shivering from the cold touch. It clicked in place and seemed to not bother the Harpy too much despite the way it sat on his neck feathers.

"The both of you, get some rest. You have had an eventful night and tomorrow will be more rest and testing. I wish you all a pleasant evening."

"Goodnight, Papa Hades."

The elder chucked at this, smiling warmly at you.

"Goodnight, Little One."

With that, he left the room and closed the door behind him so you and your company could get some rest. Vil seemed much more at peace as he returned to Rook's side, the Drider placing pillows against his abdomen for the Harpy to rest comfortably on him. You settled down with Grim, noticing the way Malleus kept his back to the outside of the nest before pulling you under his wing so he could keep an eye on you.

As the room settled down, Lilia turned out the lights and a tentative calm washed over your group. Rook, Sebek, and Grim were quick to drift off, comfortable among the others in the nest and trusting their company wholeheartedly. You, Lilia, Malleus and Vil still clung to some awareness instead of succumbing fully to sleep.

Though you fought to cling to consciousness, you were quickly pulled into the embrace of rest. Malleus and Lilia both wanted to stay awake and keep an eye on the nest given their own anxieties with the situation. As they were both nocturnal Fae, they were less affected by the siren song of sleep than the others were.

Vil was just trying to process all that had happened. Though it was all orchestrated by him, he still had to come to terms with the memories that had been dredged up from the darker corners of his mind. Your forgiveness was a soothing balm to his worrying mind as he contemplated the cruelty of his mother juxtaposed with your compassion.

Something odd happened with his hazy memories of his mother that the Harpy couldn't explain. Where he remembered crying and hiding from her under a rather sturdy table, sobbing as his father fought in a flurry of feathers for his safety, another figure had appeared. You were somehow in his childhood memory, holding him and soothing him after his mother had attacked him. Though he knew it wasn't possibly true, he still valued that odd change to his memories and cherished your comfort.

Perhaps something had happened to alter his memories to a more soothing outcome when you took on his blot. Perhaps he rewrote his own memories to include someone soothing his distraught child self. All he knew for certain was that you were a very calming and soothing presence that made his heart ache less when you were around.

Your presence comforted and relaxed him more than anything else could. Given the way he had lived his life up until that point, he considered it a miracle that he could find anyone he is willing to accept affection from. He even struggled to accept the endless praise Rook heaped on his shoulders, believing the Drider only focused on his outward appearance despite being his closest friend.

Maybe, just maybe, Vil could learn to love himself with your help. He still was going to try and win your heart despite everything, but he now had a clear way forward and into a better frame of mind. For now, that was all that truly mattered to him.

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holylulusworld · 3 days ago

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I’m your man (alpha)

Summary: Dean has had enough of watching you search for the perfect man.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, fluff, cocky Dean

A/N: Inspired by Wham’s “I’m your man.”

‘Am I a good man? Maybe I’m bad. I don’t know, to be honest—but I hope that I’m a good one. If so, why doesn’t she choose me?’ Dean thinks to himself.

He is watching some random alpha flirt with you from the other side of the bar. He had to fend off two needy omegas wanting his attention to focus on you tonight.

You fake a giggle, playfully slapping the alpha’s chest. You’re flirting, but it’s nothing serious. Dean knows you won’t go home with the douchebag nor let him claim you.

“I could make you happy, sweetheart,” he mumbles. It’s true. Deep down inside, Dean knows he’s the perfect alpha and mate for you. He just doesn’t want to risk ruining your friendship.

“Dean, you are staring at Y/N again,” Sam teases his brother. He smirks as Dean glares at him but doesn’t talk back. “Go over there and tell her you want her.”

“It’s not that easy,” Dean bites back. “What shall I tell her? Hey baby, why don’t you try with me 'cause I’m your man?”

Sam shrugs. “Why not? Simple and true. If you don’t admit your feelings soon, she’ll find someone.”

Dean’s features darken for a moment. The last thing he wants to happen is for you to find a mate in someone else. “I should talk to her.”

“Yes, you should,” Sam exasperatedly says. “She’s been looking your way all night. I don’t think Y/N is enjoying herself around that guy.”

“You think so?” Dean says, his brows furrowed. “Maybe I should go talk to her right now then. I can’t let her suffer.”

“Suffer. Right,” Sam is just done watching you and his brother pine for each other. He shakes his head before turning his attention toward the pretty bartender. Maybe she’s only a faded memory soon, but he’d be damned if he doesn’t take the chance on her tonight.

While his brother flirts with the bartender from afar, Dean slowly steps toward you and the guy is not leaving your side. He puffs his chest and narrows his eyes before calling your name.

“Y/N,” Dean only says your name and has your full attention. He holds out his hand to guide you away from the guy chatting you up. Dean almost feels sorry for the guy. He tried his best to impress you, but the alpha won’t let anyone get in between you and him.

Dean slings one arm around your shoulders, possessively holding you close to his body. “Uh, thank you for saving me. The guy wasn’t subtle at all,” you say, and lean your head against Dean’s shoulder. “Why does every single alpha I meet try to get me in their bed?”

“I’d only try to get you in my car.” He purrs in your ear. “The backseat is rather spacious.

“Asshole,” you grumble and elbow Dean’s side. “I mean it, Dean. I want a nice guy who’s not too bad to look at and has a good sense of humor. Maybe he’s good in bed too.”

“Check. Check. And check.” Dean pecks your cheek. “Why don’t you take a chance on me, sweetheart? I’m good-looking. Have a damn good sense of humor and…” He whispers the last part in your ear. “I’m good in bed and in my car and on any surface.”

“Dean, that’s not funny,” you grumble.

“Sweetheart, I’m not joking.” Dean sounds serious when he says, “I’m your man. If you’re going to do it, do it right. Do it with me.”

You stop walking and shake his arm off. “Dean, I told you this isn’t funny. That guy wasn’t for me, but this doesn’t mean you can come along and make fun of me.”

“Why do you keep wasting your time on other guys when I’m right here?” He throws his hands up. “I told you, I’m not joking, sweetheart.”

You search his face, trying to find any trace of humor. “You’re not joking…”

“I’m not joking,” he says and cups your face. “I’m your man, your alpha, if you want me to.”

“About damn time, Winchester!” You fist his jacket to bring him closer to your body. “Now, bed or your car?”

“Uh—maybe we should start with courting. I’ve got all the nice gifts to give you…”

#I’m your man (alpha)#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean winchester x female!reader #alpha!dean winchester #a/b/o

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markantonys · 20 hours ago

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3x05 thoughts! (book spoilers)

i loved all the character & relationship moments in this episode! it was nice to take a breather and just spend time with the characters and get to see how much they mean to each other. wotshow continuing its trend of doing a great job balancing character work vs. action across the 8 episodes!

against all odds, randgwene clung on by a thread for yet another week lmao but the breakup is 100% coming next week, and surely it has to be just about the first thing to happen in the episode given the cliffhanger. i'm reaaaaally curious (and anxious) about how they'll frame it, because right from day 1 after the first trailer etc i said "i really hope they make it clear that randgwene's breakup is mutual because they just aren't right for each other, and don't frame it as the only reason they broke up is because rand is ~cheating~ with lanfear and egwene feels betrayed". it was my biggest point of worry with the whole rand-egwene-lanfear situation, and it seems like it might be coming true! but we haven't actually gotten to hear rand talk about the whole lanfear situation and his feelings on it, so hashing it out with egwene might give him a good opportunity to do that and maybe whatever he says will make it clear to the audience and egwene that he's been manipulated and it will help ease things a bit. i just really hope rand and egwene will be able to end everything on decent footing with each other; i know there has to be big tension between them at the end of the series, but imo that would be cheaper and more emotionally shallow if it's leftover tension from a bad breakup rather than the more platonic tension between two conflicting world leaders who used to have a close personal relationship and grew up together but now must both put their greater duties first. not to mention that we HAVE to get egwene's signoff on avirandlayne if we want the audience to accept that relationship, so she has to end the season in a decent place with rand!

as of now, we're obviously on the verge of high drama, but i have faith that maybe rand & egwene's conversation will end up going in a good direction that allows them to go "look, lanfear might be the catalyst for forcing us to talk about it, but we've both known for a long time that we just aren't right for each other and THAT is the real reason we need to end things" (plus, surely egwene will tell rand that lanfear's been behind her dream torture and rand will be horrified and take her side and turn firmly against lanfear, right? right??). it's also interesting to consider how much control rand had over his dream; in the past rand-lanfear dream convos, he's always seemed "conscious" (though asleep of course) and fully in control and aware of what he's doing, but in this sequence, egwene is entering the other friends' dreams and it's clear that it's just their subconscious minds coming up with scenarios and they aren't doing anything on purpose. is rand fully in control of himself in this dream? or is it a somewhat subconscious dream on his part with lanfear consciously influencing the direction? it IS interesting that the new location could, maybe, imply that this is rand's own natural dream, at least to start, vs. past randfear scenes that seemed like lanfear pulling rand somewhere to talk to him. but we really can't judge anything for sure until we've heard what rand has to say about it next week.

sticking to the waste plot, the avirand scene!! 10/10 no notes! rand learns about polyamory, avi tries to feel out whether wetlanders are down for it, and they bicker <3 and rand playing with the little girl, my HEART let him be a stay-at-home dad!!!!

as i suspected, rhuarc-bair-lian is yet another balanced triad where everybody is equally married to each other with no mention of any sibling-spouses. alanna-maksim-ihvon was the same, so it does really feel like they're setting up for the Main Character Polyship to be a balanced triad where everybody is equally romantically involved and there are no metamours, aka avirandlayne only and min not involved at all. further to this point, there was no particular min-elayne interaction in this episode beyond sharing a group conversation and they didn't react in a noteworthy way to each other, but i'll keep an eye on further developments there in the remaining episodes! if no focus is given to the min-elayne individual dynamic in tanchico, i'd say that's the final nail in the coffin for min being involved in the polycule because at that point they would have blown past MULTIPLE opportunities to tie her together with elayne or rand.

continuing on with polycule thoughts, i was glad to see an acknowledgment of avilayne in elayne's dream! one of my problems with the way it was done so far is that it was so extremely casual as to have no impact on either character outside of 3x01 itself, but i'd suspected that might change later in the season with some kind of Reminder That This Happened, and sure enough, we did get that here. this kind of small but notable acknowledgement is striking just the right balance for me: it's making sure to keep avilayne in the audience's thoughts and signaling to them that there's more to come here, but without emphasizing it as a monogamous romance so much that people will be blindsided or upset when rand joins in the future. we can see that elayne is still thinking about avi, but she's not pining and yearning for her every waking moment of the day (if she was doing that and then if avi started falling for rand more clearly before elayne rejoins them, the audience would feel indignant on elayne's behalf, so it's good that they're not going TOO hard on elayne's feelings for avi just yet; especially with avi's line this episode derisively saying "that's too much to ask of one person" implying that she doesn't have monogamous expectations with elayne, it's good that elayne doesn't strongly have those expectations either, so they're both more or less on the same page as of now).

my wishful thinking was that it would've been nice to have rand crop up in elayne's dream too sort of the way faile did in perrin's, nothing overtly romantic but a sign that he's lingering in her thoughts just like aviendha is. but of course, that couldn't happen in this context because egwene might feel weird or betrayed about seeing rand pop up in her BFF's dream because randgwene are still together. man, i don't want to be a hater but the extended randgwene is 100% to blame for the dynamics i DO want to see getting repeatedly punted off and put on the backburner! gawene didn't get to even meet, and the avirand stuff we've gotten has been perfect but it still kinda feels like they're being shafted in THEIR OWN ARC; this is the biggest time they spend alone together in the whole series but we can't even treat it as a notable focus of the season because we have to keep the focus on randgwene (and randfear) and don't want to risk tainting avirand with cheating implications by drawing the audience's attention to them too much before randgwene has broken up. and i don't know how likely it'll be for avirand to get a little moment during the cold rocks hold attack next week as i'd hoped they might, because the breakup has been dragged out yet another week so they'll be too busy giving the emotional focus to the randgwene fallout and it might STILL be too soon to let rand share any kind of little moment with avi (and in that BTS shot of sammael, he was alone with rand and egwene in a potential cold rocks hold-y set, so i wonder if rand will be sticking with egwene during the battle and avi will just have separate fight scenes).

but all i can do is wait and see how it goes down! it's obvious that avirandlayne IS coming, so i have to trust that rafe has a plan even if i can't quite see it yet haha my fear is that randgwene lasting so long in s3 will mean avirand & randlayne couldn't get as strong setup as they might have otherwise will mean them coming together in s4 will end up feeling rushed (and then gawene too which i've been looking forward to almost as much as avirandlayne, god knows what might even happen there since they are now so SO far past the date of their book meeting). why the show is choosing to fastburn the getting-togethers of endgame romances but slowburn the breakups of non-endgame ones is beyond me, but i will trust that rafe has a plan and that it will all make sense once i'm able to see the forest instead of just the trees!

returning to the dreams, i loved this sequence of egwene visiting her friends' dreams SO MUCH probably one of my favorites of the season so far!! she got so much joy out of seeing her friends happy 🥺🥺🥺 and it was such a beautiful way to show us a little bit of each friend's inner life; nynaeve's lost daughter is still weighing on her and she still dreams about a happy life with her, elayne takes such joy and wonder in learning new things and dreams of a carefree life following her heart outside the confines of duty, perrin's happy place is being at home with his forge and hopper (my heart!!) and he's starting to take faile into his heart too, and MAT!!!! mat's dream killed me dead!!! he has often been played for comic relief this season, so i was really thrilled to get this beautiful reminder of his layers and depth and the good, selfless heart he has underneath the bravado, and particularly glad to get this scene for donal!mat who hasn't had much chance to get the family stuff that barney!mat had so much of in s1 - it really helps keep up the consistency between the two versions and connect our present mat back to s1 mat. all he wants is to give his sisters a good life and hear his mom tell him she's proud of him!! which is such a gutpunch after her death in this episode!

can somebody PLEASE tell mat he's a good boy and they're proud of him!!! my Show!Mat Has A Praise Kink agenda grows stronger every day. man, between mat's dream and rand being so happy playing with the child, my s1 show-only observation that rand and mat would be each other's ideal partner in domestic family life remains spot-on. let them be dads!!

anyway, mat's mom! i was SO not expecting her to die, what a shock! and a good decision, it adds some stakes to the two rivers plotline and gives perrin even more of a reason to want to fight back instead of giving himself up and giving into the whitecloaks. and it seems we're getting the book arc of bode being able to channel! since the girls are twins in the show, i wonder if they can both channel or only one. and i also wonder how big or small of a plot point this might end up being; it's pretty small in the books, but the show has placed more emphasis on mat's family, so maybe they might do a little bit more with it? his sisters are still definitely tertiary characters, though, so i don't know. my biggest wish would be for a full wonderboy reunion in s4 so that perrin can tell mat about his mom and we can see mat react to her death (and i can get a cauthor hurt/comfort fic scenario out of it, priorities priorities haha), and ideally bode & eldrin traveled with perrin and mat can reunite with them at least for a moment. because we know that, if the books are followed, perrin and the cauthon girls will cross paths with rand soon after the two rivers arc (so likely s4), so if they can just get mat back in rand's plotline for s4 to do his TFOH dragon's general plotline, then we could get mat coming into contact with perrin and the girls as well. but as i've speculated before, this might depend on how many total seasons they anticipate getting and whether they have time to send mat back across the continent for a season or whether they need to jump into his west coast seanchan plotline immediately in s4.

good stuff in the two rivers plotline this episode! i loved perrin and faile's battle couple moment <3 and the perrin-dain face-to-face reunion was just as messy and delicious as i'd hoped! "i thought you were a good man" "i was, before you" okay okay

my one complaint about this plotline is, i have to embarrassedly put on my bookcloak hat, but i am really feeling the "alanna and her warders are getting too much time" complaints this season haha i didn't mind in the first 2 seasons, but now they're overstaying their welcome for me. it might not actually be true, but it feels like we've spent more time on alanna and maksim's relationship than perrin and faile's this season! however, i am almost certain that maksim will die in the two rivers battle, especially now that he and alanna had a mini arc of working out their problems and realizing that they're stronger when they stick together - surely that's GOT to mean maksim has to die in order for alanna to lose it enough that she does what she does in LOC next season. and if that happens, then i'll be fine with them getting so much time this season to build up to that death and make us understand why alanna loses it so badly. another thing where i'll have to reserve final judgment until i've seen the forest instead of only the trees!

speaking of people who may or may not be on Death Watch, moiraine and siuan! i really loved their scene together and thought it was so beautiful. as for predictions, i'm split 50/50 on whether them getting to mend fences and share a happy moment and a bittersweet goodbye means this is the final curtain call for their relationship and one or both of them will be dead-dead by the end of the season, or whether the "i'll find you in every lifetime" "and i'll wait for you every time" is foreshadowing of siuan going to find moiraine in finnworld at the end of the show. i just don't know!

i loved the lan and moiraine scene of them sharing a drink. perfect!

tower plotline: it was fine, got the job done

tanchico crew: bringing the comedy as always! i loved the opening scene with bickering matlayne and seasick nynaeve, absolutely impeccable vibes, and then min officially joins the gang (i loved the "raise your hand if you've been personally victimized by liandrin" moment between the four of them lmao). as somebody who's been starting to feel oversaturated with the mat-min dynamic, i was disappointed that he left elayne and nynaeve's scene so quickly to wind up hanging out alone with min yet again, but we did get some great stuff between the trio and the quartet nonetheless! still, at this point it's kinda feeling like mat was lifted out of the waste storyline purely to hang out with min for the second season in a row (and arguably to act as a support piece in HER storyline about learning how to find agency in her visions, more so than having his own storyline get focused on), but i'm sure in ep6 that will change and mat will get more time to shine and more chances to interact with non-min characters since tanchico is slated to be the A plot. i'm very excited to see this plotline lead an episode, it's been a long time coming!

we did finally get a reference to the s2 rand viewing and we learn that mat's takeaway is that min's viewings aren't even accurate because she said he would kill rand and he didn't. and then in the ep6 preview it showed mat trying to pump some tanchico citizens for info about the male a'dam collar, so i just might get a little cauthor crumb next week with mat being worried about rand getting collared and wanting to help protect him!

i think that's everything off the top of my head for this episode!

#wot #wot show spoilers #wot book spoilers

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alwayzadorbs · 18 hours ago

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Lucifers List

Note: Hello, I apologize for my absence once again. Before I continue to write, I should let you all know that I disappear for days on end and then reappear as if nothing has happened. Pay no mind. I know that I have promised you all a Lucifer Heat Fic, However the inspiration for a Lucifer headcanon list was much more enticing. Don't fret, The Lucifer fic will still be released.

Warnings: early game Luci isnt very nice, NOT-CANON!

Summary: How I like to imagine my gorgeous 2d demon, The things I assume he'd do for MC.

(GIF is by Catsinnamon, go give them some love)

Lucifer would definitely be protective of MC, sure, he's aware MC can function on their own, and they don't need him, but he feels like he always wants to shield mc.

Despite being the Avatar of Pride, and the eldest Demon brother, he's still prone to jealousy. He'll see a student at RAD speaking to you, and he'll butt in the conversation, stealing you away. He'll gently set his hands on your shoulders, guiding you away, glaring at the demon on his way out. It doesn't matter how kind they were to you, or the nature of the conversation, he can't stand it when any lowly demon thinks they deserve your time. It's utterly unacceptable, he'd rather you don't waste your precious time on a nobody. Why would you pay them attention when he's right there?

He will buy you gifts, ranging from beautiful articles of clothing to shining gold jewelry. When you stare a little longer than usual into the window of a shop, he'll purchase the item you'd been looking at.

"You wanted it, No?" He'll smile, presenting the item to you.

Sometimes you felt guilty for taking his endless gifts, but when you'd refuse, saying "I can't take this, How much did this cost?" Lucifer would simply frown,

"Why not? I bought this just for you, Is it not to your liking?"

"No, It's not that, It's the most beautiful jewel I've laid my eyes on, but it must've cost a fortune."

"So that's the issue? The price is none of your concern. Now let me put this on you."

When you first came to the devildom, there were many things you didn't know how to use or were unable to. As mentioned in previous HCs, Devildom furnishing and building are larger than those in the human world. Sometimes, you'd hop on top of the counter, hoisting yourself up on your knee to reach the contents of the cabinets.

"Mc," You jumped, not knowing anybody was in the room with you. "How many times have I told you not to climb on the countertops?" Lucifer sighed

"But...I can't reach," You said, hopping down.

"Whenever you need something, you can just come to me" He reached up towards the item you were searching for. "Agreed?" He said, flashing a smile at you.

You forget that he is a demon. He acts like a human being, but that's not his nature. It doesn't bother you per se, but sometimes, you find his behavior a bit peculiar. You'd feel a shiver down your spine, feeling anxiety creep in, and you'd look over your shoulder to see Lucifer walking behind you. His stare felt like a predator stalking prey. While you were absolutely enthralled by his Demon form, your body also urged you to run, sensing the immense danger of the creature before you. Though, you didn't ever run from him, knowing he was the least likely to tear you apart in the house.

Before you had dared to venture inside the attic, Lucifer had warned you time and time again. He grabbed your arm and dragged you back to your room, not wanting to risk you going inside. You tried to loosen his grip, but it was no use; he was stronger than you by a lot. He let go at the entrance of your room, his brows furrowed, and he began to lecture you.

"Were you listening when I told you not to go up there? Why do you keep lurking around, You're not planning on breaking the rules, are you?" He sounded quite exasperated

"No, thats not why I was there, I was just taking a walk before bed. I promise I wasn't trying to go into the attic." Youd attempt to lie, hoping he bought it.

He glared at you, knowing your true intentions. "What I say still stands. Don't let me catch you there again." He reached for the door handle, opened it, and gestured for you to go inside. "Understand?"

"Yes," you said, "I understand." You stepped into your room, hearing the door shut behind you.

You wondered how you'd get up into the attic, not being able to shake the undying curiosity of whats inside the attic. The arm he gripped was sore; when you changed into your pajamas, you noticed a bruise already forming.

He basically melts at your touch when you're alone, pride doesnt mean much when hes with you.

#obey me #obey me mc #lucifer x reader #obey me luci x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me luficer #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #lucifer headcanons #headcanon #obey me hcs

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fuji-sen · 2 days ago

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too low profile pt.1

prompt : instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced you aren't actually dating!

🐝 Alhaitham x gn! reader. 🐝 Content Warning : Reader is a Scholar of the Akademiya, ⸝⸝⸝ In which Alhaitham is getting increasingly annoyed -> he also begins to evaluate your relationship. ⸝⸝⸝ maybe ooc alhaitham ⸝⸝⸝ not proofread, we die like Teppei :<

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

At moments like these did Alhaitham began to regret his supposedly 'recluse' or his rather lax approach in supposedly almost everything. For it was the main cause in people's doubts. Doubts that normally he would have dismissed, he did not care for others opinions, but the doubts just had to pertain with his relationship with yours, of all things, it just had to be that.

Although the two of you didn't mean to, but the start of your relationship (romantically he wished to be clear) was one of low profile, or rather should be described as 'lowkey.'

Given his nature, and your understanding (and much busier schedule than his. .) the start of your relationship, one would assume you had been intentionally hiding it. Meeting in places where nobody else was present, sharing polite greetings in public places, not being prone to pda or affectionate callings.

Okay, now that Alhaitham thought about it, no wonder people didn't know they were dating- still, why couldn't people fathom he was in a relationship with you? time and time again he, and you, have already stated that the both of you were in a relationship with other.

The whole ordeal had started at the end of a meeting he had been required to attend last week, sitting on opposite sides of the table, sharing short glances with one another. .

As he got up, he waited by the doorway, turquoise eyes watching as you packed up, carefully piling the papers you had. Just as you were about to leave however, a fellow scholar had stopped you, one whose cheeks were noticeably flushed.

"Um.. [Name], can I talk to you about something?" they said, rubbing the back of their neck shyly as they avoided your curious stares. The rest of the members had already filtered out, you, your boyfriend, the scholar and two of his friends were all that remained.

The said friends of the scholar were chuckling, cheering him on.

It didn't take long for you to understand what was about to happen. Still, you didn't want to be rude, but you also didn't want to be welcoming. "Sure, but please tell me right here." you said as you swung your bag over your shoulder.

"b-but. ." they stammered, eyes glancing at the figure by the doorway, Alhaitham raised a brow at him "is Mr. Alhaitham waiting for you?"

You nodded, surprised that the scholar didn't back down as he confessed to you. "It's just. . I really liked you for awhile now [Name], so can I court you?"

Silence, absolute silence filled the room.

Glancing at your boyfriend you found him patiently waiting and watching the scene unfold, mentally complaining you turned back to the scholar and politely began to reject him. "I'm sorry, but. . I'm already dating someone."

"T-that can't be!" the scholar seemed to think you had been lying to not flat out reject him! "I haven't heard about you dating anyone!" "I really am dating someone though. ." you frowned at his response, did he take you for a liar or a pushover?

"Even if I didn't have a boyfriend, I'd still reject you."

Despite the scholar feeling as if his heart had been shot by an arrow, he persisted, now red, not out of fluster but of annoyance "fine then, tell me whose your boyfriend!"

And without any hesitation, you pointed to the scribe that had been watching you for the entire time. Alhaitham.

You had expected the man to backdown now, and salvage what was left of his dignity (after that boorish display of emotions), however both of you did not expect his response to be one of derision.

"I didn't take you for a liar [name], if you wanted to reject me you should have. Why must you go beyond and lie that you are in a relationship with Alhaitham of all people?"

"Excuse me?" Finally Alhaitham spoke, approaching you with a look of annoyance. "Do not call [name] a liar."

The scholar still persisted "then are you telling me they're telling the truth?" he scoffed, walking away before you or Alhaitham had a chance to tell him off.

"Did that just happen?" you turned to your boyfriend who pinched the bridge of his nose "I am afraid so."

"What the actual f-" you stopped yourself as you cross your arms "Whatever, at least he should take the hint now, regardless of whether he believes you and me are dating. Come on."

Alhaitham agreed, at the time at least, but still after that event the two of you decided to at least be forthcoming with your relationship with your acquaintance and friends. The two of you, well it was more to your efforts since you had the bigger network and circle, began to slip into daily talks and conversations about your relationships.

Yet it simply just flew in one ear and out the other.

"Maybe it would be better to just outright say it rather than often implying things?" you suggested one evening.

So one evening, when Alhaitham was placing tcg with the others, he suddenly mentioned "Me and [name] are in a relationship, do what you will with that information."

Cyno placed down a card, totally unbothered by the information, "Come on Alhaitham, joking about a relationship isn't funny." He raised a brow "I was not joking."

"[Name], is she the same name whose closely working under Nahida?" Tighnari questioned curiously. "Yes."

The Forest Ranger hummed "I haven't seen either of you physically close at all. It's a little bit hard to believe." He admitted. "And considering how it is April fools today, it makes it all the more suspicious."

"I didn't know you partake in April fools" Kaveh said with a teasing grin. The young scribe clicked his tongue but said nothing more, it was a mistake on his part to not notice the date. His timing had been off.

So he tried to talk with Nilou and Dehya, perhaps they would be more. . sensible?

"You and [name]?"

"Dating?"

He wondered if it was a lost cause when he saw the skeptic look on the two's faces. Was it so hard to believe that the two of you were involved romantically?

Seeing the look on his face, Nilou added "It's just a surprise really! The two of you are like the opposites!" she said. "How so?"

"How should I put it" Dehya put a hand on her chin, "It isn't just because of how opposites you seem to be, its more like we rarely see the two of you alone together, intimately even." she offered.

The red haired dancer nodded, "yes, and when we do see you together, you two are always so professional." "That is because we don't mix work with pleasure."

"Still, there's a difference between colleagues and colleagues who are also dating right? Maybe that's why we don't easily believe you." Dehya patted his arm in support, "besides, if anything, we'd be more inclined to believe you were fake dating than really dating."

"Why would we even be fake dating?"

The two women looked at each other, "well. ."

"We heard that [name] has been constantly bothered by a fellow scholar. Despite rejecting him a couple of times, he persists, and because you and [name] have suddenly started telling people that you were in a relationship. ." "-people think you are only fake dating to make that creep stop his advances towards them"

Alhaitham decided to think it over in his office, arms resting on the side of his chair, staring into his desk as he tried to evaluate his relationship with you, your routines, your actions towards one another.

Which leads us back to the present.

It wasn't intentional. Considering his unpredictable schedule (one where only you were privy off), it meant that anyone could or have possibly mistake it as two colleagues bumping into each other. And considering his interest in avoiding places people could easily find him, that meant most of the location was outside of the city or at least out of sight from most people.

Both of your professionalism and work ethics has also led the both of you into giving simple and polite greetings when on the job or on the time.

PDA and affectionate petnames on the other hand, both of you didn't seem to care much for either of it, or at least he did. Still, he wondered if perhaps you were holding back for his sake? would you prefer those little things?

He liked you, you liked him, was there anything else the both of you need? Did he need to prove your relationship with other people?

The thought had irked him when people didn't believe it, what about you however?

Were you hurt? embarrassed? ashamed? On the outside it never really seemed to bother you, however knowing you, perhaps you had been hiding how you really felt.

"Still, there's a difference between colleagues and colleagues who are also dating right?"

Perhaps a change in routine was what he needed with you?

Standing up, he grabbed his coat and made his way to where he knew you would be. It had been around noon after all, he knew you would be on your break, taking a leisure walk around the Grand Bazaar with some food and drinks in your hands.

It wasn't hard to find you really, he had already memorized every detail about you. The exact shade of your hair, how you wore the academy's uniform, how you walked, your voice. .

"don't even think about it" you sighed, staring at your companion.

He stood at a distance, watching you leaned towards a particular booth, attention being grabbed by a unique trinket being sold. By your side seemed to be Kaveh who was particularly interested in a keychain being promoted.

"but it's for charity! the sales would go to children in poverty!" The blond argued. You rolled your eyes at him as you pushed him to a different booth, away from the conman's. "First off, do you actually believe that? they didn't even have proper credentials, and second, we are in Sumeru, we have free healthcare, do you think we wouldn't have anything to target poverty?"

Your words shut the architect up, "Also you should be saving!"

"I get it! Stop pushing!"

The bickering between you two slowly stopping as you noticed the scribe's presence. "Alhaitham" you were the first to greet with a well practiced smile and a polite greeting that soon followed.

"[name]. ." he couldn't help but frown, an action that went noticed by the both of them. To his credit, Kaveh decided to not provoke the man as you approached him with worry "is there anything wrong?"

What he did next shocked you and the others, you blinked, once, twice, even thrice as you found yourself enveloped in a pair of arms. Alhaitham was hugging you, he was hugging you!

You blushed, looking up at him as he stared at you in a way he had never done before. Sure he stared at you with affection, with soft eyes and peaceful silence but to find him staring at you full of passion and yearning.

"Apologies."

"For what Alhaitham? you haven't wronged me did you?" you joked, arms slowly enveloping the male. "I haven't treated you the way you deserved at all." he muttered into your head.

You shook your head, you knew his nature, you accepted him for who he was, "I know this is new for you so I didn't want to pressure you." You smiled at him "Take all the time you need to get comfortable okay?"

"Don't worry about them, whether they believe us or not, as long as we know, that's fine with me."

"I disagree, I don't want to hide my relationship without, intentionally or not." He told you, "Are relationship, its not something to hide." You smiled brightly at him, feeling overjoyed.

"Ehem" the both of you turned to Kaveh who smirked, though despite that, it was clear he was genuinely happy for the both of you. "Could you please take your pda somewhere else at least?"

"No." Alhaitham said, practically glued beside you. "I'll make sure to clear up any uncertainty about our relationship." he told him, the blond haired boy nodded approvingly, "good, good, how about you guys parade around holding hands."

"I-isn't that-"

"wonderful." The scribe nodded in agreement, no longer embracing but at least, locking your hands together. "Let us be on our way then?"

"lets!"

You waved goodbye to Kaveh, with Alhaitham giving his housemate a short nod before tossing something at him. Having caught it, Kaveh stared at the item. It was his copy of the house keys,

"Wait hey! Did you hid my keys again?!"

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

#fuji-sen #fuji-sen works #fuji-sen everything #genshin impact #gi #genshin x reader #alhaitham #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact alhaitham #x reader #genshin impact oneshot #kaveh #genshin impact kaveh

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gourmand-cookie · 2 days ago

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Can I get HollyBerry with a mercenary!reader? Maybe reader has a hint of questionable morality? 🙏

You know the way that I feel

Title taken from lyrics in Glass Animals - Cocoa Hooves! i did my best with this 😩

You weren't the kind to rush into danger just because it was right. Why risk your life for a stranger? It was better to keep to yourself, only offer your services if there's a price.

That was your way of life.

So, how in the ovens did you end up following this reckless Huntress into the very thing you swore was not worth your time?!

Tags: Mercenary!Reader, Hollyberry Cookie/Reader, Canon Compliant (During HBC's Unnamed Huntress Days), Morally Grey-ish!Reader, Strangers to Friends to Lovers(?), Fluff & Humor, Bickering, Love at First Fight

You met the Huntress on an unfortunate day for you, a bounty hunt gone wrong, leaving you stuck upside down, caught in a trap that you would've got down from eventually.

It's just that your brooding over falling for such an obvious fake out was interrupted by the sounds of snapping twigs and rustling bush, unable to do anything but prepare as best as you could despite the jam rushing to your head.

You don't remember much of what happened next, you blame the jam rush messing with your head, all you remembered was her swinging and you swung back.

Until it turned into a rather physical game of patty cake complete that left you dizzy and eventually falling to the ground as the Huntress cut the rope as she intended.

"Haha! You've got quite the reflexes, my friend!" She had laughed back then, grin wide and confident and it was only then did your eyecings focus on her arms, not a scratch in sight.

Meanwhile, you feel as if your own dough may just crack with one more hit. Of course, you swing with your legs this time, common sense, really.

The Huntress let it hit, a dull thwack echoing through the shrubbery, you don't even think she stumbled.

Oh, crumbs. She was more than you can handle.

"Who are you?" You had asked, incredulous and wary, scrambling away from the newly deemed threat to your days of solitude.

Somehow, that's what threw her off, a hand fiddling her pink braid as she pondered for a name.

"I'm... Nobody, just a Huntress!"

You can't believe it, bested by a 'Nobody' of all people? Yeah, no, she was suspicious.

"You're really bad at hiding." You ignored her spluttering denials to squint and racked your mind to wonder who this was.

"You've got experience, years of it." The cookie winced and that was all you need to confirm that you were right, "Nobody fights with confidence like that unless they know their limits."

"But you're also lacking in subterfuge, you're the one always in the front lines, aren't you?"

"Ah, well..."

"Is that a disguise? You look like a noble on their first escapade."

"Now, hold on–"

"Oh, you're definitely of high standing–"

(And that was how you had gained compensation from the very founder of the Hollyberry kingdom.

Not that you knew at that point then. No, that moment was best left behind closed doors, realizing you just conned an ancient ruler out of pettiness.)

And somehow, she just never left. Maybe, if you knew from the start, you wouldn't have offered to have your silence bought with just a few mugs and a room in the inn.

Somehow, you found yourself enjoying Definitely Not Hollyberry's loud and close company after years of adventuring alone.

That didn't mean there weren't any mishaps.

("Please, keep the gold." You gawked as the Huntress all but gave back the reward you'd worked hard for, all because a few of the villagers were struggling.

You didn't protest back then, reputation gets you far in the life of a mercenary and an unpleasant worker wasn't one many were keen on hiring.

"That was supposed to pay for our stay in the next town." She doesn't reply at first, continuing her stride along the path, unbothered by the howls of Cake Hounds in the thicket.

"They need it, my friend." You huffed, hackles raised still.

"We needed it too." A heavy hand slaps against your back and you don't trip this time, you're getting used to her strength, bracing for the Huntress to pull you close with a soft grin.

"Oh, cheer up! We can just camp out here! It'll be fun, I've still got some berry juice for us to share."

You swore you only relented at the mention of that sweet juice and nothing more.

Later on, you have to relent and admit that the stars looked better out here, twinkling above the both of you as you shared a cup and shared stories of each other's feats.)

But you settled into an easy routine of camaraderie. Things were good, wanderlust beckoned the two of you everywhere and nowhere.

Until it lead her back home.

You had no stake in this, the contest didn't interest you, the dragon wasn't your usual target.

You weren't the kind to rush into danger just because it was right. Why risk your life for a stranger? It was better to keep to yourself, only offer your services if there's a price.

That was your way of life.

So, how in the ovens did you end up following this reckless Huntress into the very thing you swore was not worth your time?!

"Hollyberry!" The Queen Mother looked shock at your arrival, quickly escalating into a welcoming joy, grin fierce and battle ready.

"Have you ever fought a dragon, my friend?!" You joined her side, giving coverage to the Knight and Princess who readied their own stances.

"Not particularly!"

"Well, we're about to!"

"Wonderful, just great, you owe me so much for this!"

The sound of her laugh is one you've heard perhaps a thousand times and you'd like to hear it a thousand more.

"After this battle, let's have a feast!"

#cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #crk x you #hollyberry cookie #hollyberry cookie x reader #hollyberry x reader #gour writes

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majoryeager104 · 2 days ago

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Hello, are you taking any requests right now?😅 I kinda want to request mha actor! AU where everything is just acting and Touya, Shigaraki, Keigo (or maybe Chisaki too😅) have a wife and kids. But when they were watching an episode their kids suddenly got scared because in that episode their dad was extremely scary that they avoided their dad🥺 and their S/O is trying to convince them that their daddy is really nice🫶 and the dad's are sulking in the corner🤭

Lowkey got this idea after seeing that fan art of Eri being the daughter of Chisaki mha actor! AU

oh my gosh this is amazing I’ve seen those fanarts too I love this idea 😭🙏🫶 also sorry this took me an eternity to get to

Touya

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It wasn’t difficult for Touya to scare others. On and off set, his scars brought nothing but attention and concern. But the last thing he wanted was for his family to be scared of him, his daughter especially. You’d never been scared of him. your dog? Give or take, he was pretty used to seeing Touya around, and he always gave the thing treats anyways. But his daughter? All he knew was that his daughter being scared of him might just kill him

What he didn’t know was that you’d started watching MHA with her. Not until he walked in on the two of you mid-episode of his fight with Shoto in season seven. Most of what happened; his fully burnt flesh, sinews in his face tearing under the heat, it was all effects and makeup on top of scars that were already there.

but his daughter didn’t know that

She hadn’t noticed him walk in, her young eyes transfixed on the screen as she watched his condition worsen. It got to a point where she covered her eyes and hid her face in your lap. You paused looking down and running your fingers through her hair “what’s wrong sweetie?” You asked, and when she looked up, she was crying

“why does dad look like that?” She whimpered, and if Touya wasn’t frozen in place before, he certainly was now. She was terrified of what was on screen, of him.

“oh..” you said softly, pulling her close. Touya stared for a second before turning to leave the room, his boots just loud enough that your daughter took notice. Before he could turn the corner, she’d already scrambled around the couch and was hugging his leg “dad, why did you look like that?” She repeated, and he winced at her fragile voice, looking down. But before he could be eaten alive by the shamed feeling in his chest, she continued “it looked like it hurt. It was scary… you looked like you were gonna die”

oh.

he was still worried, but that feeling in his chest, the shame that he felt, melted away as he knelt down to hug her, hushing her cries and sending you a look that said ‘I got her’

“hey, hey. Look at me” he said quietly, waiting for her teary eyes to meet his. “It ain’t real, sweetheart, see? I’m fine, ‘kay?” He put her hand on his cheek, letting her run her fingers over his scars to make sure that everything was fine. And it worked, she nodded and wiped her eyes, hugging him again. “Hey dad?”

“yeah?”

“no more fighting with uncle Shoto, okay? You two don’t seem to play very nice with eachother”

he chuckled, lifting her up and carrying her back to you “you’re gonna have to talk to him about that. He’s always picking fights with me. He thinks he’s all that, but I always win” he bluffed, sending you a wink as you rolled your eyes at his antics. “Well mama said you lose this fight” she replied, and you snorted. Touya shot you a playful glare as he sat down.

“Well that’s just cause it’s staged, I was supposed to lose” he replied. “suuuure” she replied, leaving you cackling and Touya absolutely dumbfounded. After a moment he could only sigh and roll his eyes, ruffling his daughter’s hair. He was glad she was scared for him rather than scared of him, so he couldn’t really complain.

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Tomura

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Tomura had loved working on My hero academia. If it hadn’t been for his role he may have never met you, or had this family. The two of you had two daughters and a son, who was only a few months old. You were in the other room with the baby, putting him to sleep while Tomura and the girls had their late night binge watch of Mha. To be fair, it wasn’t a routine that Tomura had put into place, at least not intentionally- no, the girls had absolutely begged to watch it, and you of course didn’t say no. It was only natural that their super villain dad should watch it with them, right? So there he sat, his daughters eating all the popcorn next to him.

Grumpy as he watched them scarf down the popcorn without him, he resorted to scrolling on his phone out of boredom. That was, until they both gasped in surprise. He looked up just in time to see what they did; him smiling eerily as he stared at Izuku Midorya over his shoulder. “Dad why do you look like that?” One girl said in an insultingly disgusted tone. “Hey-” “yeah your smile is usually way nicer” “oh-” “Dad why are you stalking a child-”

“okay” he said, flicking both their foreheads. “First off, I look perfectly fine. Second off, if you’d pay attention to the plot it would be obvious why my character is ther-”

“but why do you look so scary?!”

they almost said it in unison, and you were just on time for the show, walking in to see the girls dramatically pointing to the paused screen, his (“PURPOSEFULLY” said Tomura in the background) creepy smile plastered on the screen. Tomura looked to you for help, even though he should’ve known you’d giggle in response. He gave you a deadpanned look as the girls continued their rant. “You know it’s just a show right” “yeah but they made you so creepy” one said “that’s the point! I’m a villain” he replied bluntly “Himiko isn’t creepy! She’s adorable!” One answered “And a much more convincing villain.” Chirped the other “I- HEY!”

the rest of the night was spent with Tomura dragging in a whiteboard and breaking down why he was a much better villain than Himiko

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Keigo

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Another day had gone by, and Keigo, needless to say, was tired. All the interviews, paparazzi, dms, and questions about the next season of MHA that he’d never dare to spoil but was demanded to anyways. Still, he loved the job, the role, and getting to watch the show he worked so hard on with his family in the evening.

Now he was in the kitchen, grabbing snacks mid episode when he heard his daughter yelp in surprise. With a hot pocket sticking out of his mouth, he peeked around the corner in curiosity just as the familiar pitter-patter of her feet hitting the ground approached him.

“DADDY YOU KILLED TWICE!! HOW COULD YOU?!”

She was tiny, adorable, and fuming with rage as she crossed her arms and stomped her foot in front of him. He blinked, glancing between you and the television as his fight with Touya played out. “Come on sweetie, it’s not rea-”

“HE WAS MY FAVORITE” she pouted, glancing back at the tv. Keigo smiled and swept her up in his arms, ignoring her wiggles of protest “he’s my favorite character too you know” he replied, sitting down next to you and kissing his daughter’s forehead. “Then why’d you kill him? And why’d you look so scary doing it?” She said quietly, waving her hand around at his face on the tv, all cold and covered in blood.

“sweetie, I was acting, it’s not real” you reassured quietly, while Keigo tried his best not to giggle. He couldn’t help it- she was so adorable when she pouted, she looked just like you.

“but you killed Mr. Jin.” She looked at Keigo, who only chuckled and shook his head. “Nuh-uh.” “UH-HUH?!?” She replied, pouting when it only made him laugh more as he pulled out his phone

“let’s call him right now then, I’m sure he’d love to hear that Twice is your favorite, you know”

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Sorry I made them all girl dads I just know they’d be girl dads

Also Touya broke me ngl bc I just know he’d despise himself if he ever scared his kids 😭

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vodika-vibes · 23 hours ago

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Summary: You’ve never liked your appearance, specifically the hundreds of thousands of freckles that cover your entire body. You claim they’re ugly and that they make you look ugly, so you hide them under makeup. And you’ve done so since you were a teenager. But now you’re a Doctor attached to the 501st and you don’t always have the time for makeup.

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1806

Warnings: Reader is described as having lots of noticeable freckles, Reader makes several comments about how they hate their appearance, Kix is a Guy about the reader and makes some suggestive comments

A/N: So I had an idea last night, and decided to write it. I hope you all like it.

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There’s something about hyperspace travel that leaves the Resolute cold. No matter how much you layer, or how high you turn the heat in your personal quarters, you can still feel a chill down to your bones.

You hate it.

But you wouldn’t change anything about your life.

The men of the 501st are genial men, and they treat you with the utmost respect. Not to mention, they can be funny and they don’t treat you like an outsider, something your coworker attached to the 104th has had to deal with since day one.

More importantly, you get to work with Kix. The Chief Medical Officer for the 501st, and someone you’d be more than happy to call a friend even outside of work.

Okay, full disclosure, you’ve been nursing a crush on him for the better part of six months, and it’s not getting better. You thought—hoped, really—that spending time with him would kill the crush, it’s happened before after all, but no. The more time you spend with Kix the larger your crush grows.

He complimented your hair the other day, and you, the suave, smooth person you are, blurted, “Thanks, I was born with it.”

Luckily, he thought it was funny rather than just you being an awkward mess of a person. But you can already foresee the future. Kix is going to keep saying nice things to you, and you’re going to keep saying weird awkward things because you’re apparently a failure of a person.

You can already feel your face burning with remembered embarrassment, and you groan as you roll over to bury your face in your pillow. Maybe if you smother yourself, the remembered embarrassment will fade and you’ll be able to do your damn job.

Then your alarm goes off, and you release an ugly oath in three different languages. You lift your head off your pillow and glare at the chrono built into the wall next to your bed.

You’re not ready for another day.

You need another hour, at least, to obsess over how embarrassing your crush on Kix is before you can guilt yourself out of bed and into the sonic.

The chrono doesn’t care, though. It just keeps blaring it’s alarm, until you groan and roll off your bed to smack the button to turn it off.

And, well, now that you’re awake and on your feet, it just makes the most sense to drag yourself to the fresher and start your day.

You hop in the sonic and power it on. Sure, the sonic might be more efficient than a water based shower, but you’d sell your brother’s soul for a proper water based shower. Not yours, obviously. You need yours.

As soon as the sonic times down, you step in front of the mirror and absently grab your headband and pull it on. This, particular, headband was designed to hold your hair out of your face while you wash your face and apply your makeup.

You yawn as you open a drawer and pull a face wipe out of it’s container, and then grab the bottle of foundation from where it’s laying next to it.

At this point in your life, you don’t have to look at yourself in the mirror when you wash and apply your face. You could probably do it with your eyes closed, at this point, but you always watch anyway.

You scrunch up your nose in distaste as you examine your makeup free face. How is it that you have more freckles now than you did a week ago? You prod at your cheek and scowl, maybe you should save up some money to have the freckles removed, like at a clinic or something.

Your comm chimes a warning, and you release another curse. You got distracted, you’re going to be late.

Blindly, you grab the bottle of foundation and flip open the lid so you can pour some of the liquid on a small foam sponge, only for nothing to come out. You stare, bewildered, for a moment. And then you finally register that the bottle it empty.

A quick glance inside the drawer tells you that the bottle was faulty, since makeup now covers the bottom of the drawer.

Tragically, this bottle was supposed to last you the entire deployment. You don’t have another one. Which means, for the first time since you were a teenager, you have to go without makeup.

Maybe, if you just don’t look at anyone, they won’t see the freckles.

A fool’s hope, you know. Your freckles are very noticeable even from across the room.

You rub your hands across your face, and then tug your work clothes on, and turn to head out of your quarters.

You really, and truly, never wanted Kix to see you without makeup.

Vanity? Maybe. But you’ve hated the freckles since you were a small kid, and age has only made you hate them more. Kids can be cruel, after all. And parents can be even more so.

The walk from your quarters to the medbay is quick, as your room is intentionally just down the hall, just in case. The medics, Kix and the others, have their bunk on the other side of the medbay.

It means it is nearly impossible for you to be later, since your work station is only a couple of feet from your room, but it also means that you’re never the first person in.

So as the door slides open, you see the back of Kix’s head as he does his morning inventory. You grab your datapad from next to the door, and power it on, pulling it up to your face so no one can see what you look like, and then you read what’s on the screen.

“Oh, motherfuck. Today’s the day for physicals?”

Kix laughs and glances at you, “Did you forget?”

“I think I blocked it out since the last one was so traumatic.” You grouse as you scroll down the list, “Wait, how come I have both Tano and Skywalker?”

“Commander Tano didn’t feel comfortable receiving a physical from me,” Kix says easily, “And I gave you Skywalker since I’m unfamiliar with Jedi physiology.”

“You fucker.” You say, though there’s no heat in your voice, “Are we doing natborns and clones today?”

“Most of the natborns had their physicals already, it’s just Tano and Skywalker on that side. I am giving you the Shinies though.” Kix replies as he lifts his own datapad to glance at it.

“Just say you hate me, Kix. There’s no need to be passive aggressive.”

“They’re afraid of me, and I need them to come to the physicals, so you’re just going to have to suck it up, buttercup.”

“Yeah, well. If you were nicer—” You trail off as you scroll down the list, “I’m doing you? Uh...I mean,” You feel your face burn, “I’m giving you your physical today?”

You can feel him grinning at you at your slip of the tongue, “Yup. And I’m doing yours.” He replies, sounding delighted.

You finally drop your datapad away from your face, “I don’t need a physical? I already had mine.”

“Well, it wasn’t put in your file, so you’re getting another one.” Kix scans your face, and then he takes a step towards you, “Do you have freckles?”

“Shut up, don’t look at me.” You lift your datapad again, only Kix is faster as he yanks it out of your hand and lightly grips your chin. “Kix?!”

“You do! How have I never seen them?”

He’s standing really close to you. Too close for your sanity.

“I hide them with makeup,” You manage to get out, your voice slightly strangled

His thumb trails against your jaw, “Why would you do that?” There’s something awed in your voice and you start slightly when his other hand comes up to press against your cheek.

“I—well...they’re ugly,” You stammer, his hands are warm against your skin, slightly calloused from years of weapon handling, and dry from overusing hand sanitizer, but you can’t help but think that his hands feel nice against your skin.

“Says who?”

“Uh, lots of people, actually.” You shift, slightly uncomfortable, “And since they’re ugly it means I’m ugly, but I ran out of makeup. So…”

“You’re not ugly, and neither are the freckles.” Kix counters sternly, his fingers still lightly trailing from one freckle to the next, “It’s like—” He trails off, something soft in his gaze.

“Kix?”

“Someone painted the stars on your face,” He murmurs, “How can anyone think you’re ugly when you have entire galaxies written on your body.”

Something about his words, and the way he’s saying them, makes your entire body burn with flustered embarrassment, “Please stop.”

“Why?”

“You’re embarrassing me.” You whine.

He releases a low chuckle, “I know. You’re so cute when you’re flustered and tripping over yourself.”

“You’re doing it on purpose?!”

“Yeah. I like seeing how flustered I make you. Especially since you don’t get flustered near any of my brothers.” Kix grins and shifts a little closer, so you’re able to feel his armor pressed against you, “You have a crush on me.”

You glare at him, or you try to. You’re pretty sure it comes across as a pout based on how he’s grinning.

“That’s alright. I have a crush on you too.”

“...you can’t say that!” You lightly pound your fist against his chest plate.

“Why not?” His grin has grown.

“Because I have to give you a physical later and now that’s all I’ll be thinking about!”

And then Kix leans in so his lips are hovering just over yours, “Good.” He purrs out, and then his lips are against yours in a surprisingly heated kiss.

He’s gone before you can properly respond, and before you can even ask why and how and what, the door opens and Ahsoka pokes her head into the room, “Um...am I early?” She asks, her eyes darting from you to Kix and then back again.

“I...uh...no. No, you’re right on time.” You struggle to shift your brain back into doctor mode, and judging by the grin on his face he can tell, “We’re going behind the blue curtain, alright Ahsoka? I just need a moment to find your file.”

She nods nervously, “Alright. I’ll just so sit…”

The teenager wanders off and you scowl at Kix as soon as she’s behind the curtain, “You’re trouble.”

“I can’t wait to show you just how much.” He counters with a wink. And then you both have to go to work as Rex steps into the room for his physical as well.

But, for the first time in your life, you think that maybe, just maybe, your freckles aren’t something that needs to be hidden away.

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#star wars #tcw #clone medic kix x reader #kix x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #gn!reader fic

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chrystal-ink · 18 hours ago

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Shadow x GN reader

All cramped up

Shadow finds the one thing he can’t fix for you

Warnings: reader is on period, severe menstrual cramps, mentions of nausea, hurt/comfort

Note: so a fun (not really) fact about me is I suffer from debilitating menstrual cramps to the point where I can (very rarely) lose my ability to stand so this is based off of that

“I’m sorry honey I can’t go out tonight I’m not feeling well”

As you sent the text you felt a wave of guilt and frustration wash over you. Once again your body had decided to ruin plans and upend your life and for what?

The scraping in your lower abdomen continued as you waited for the ibuprofen to kick in you waited a half an hour, then an hour still nothing.

You clutched the heating pad close hoping it could soothe the cramp that you so desperately needed relief from. not caring weather or not it was starting to burn, so far it was the only kind of relief you could feel.

Just then you heard a knock at the door. You were too tired to move so you figured you could ignore it. let whoever was on the other side think you weren’t home , but then they knocked again.

Your phone chimed a text from Shadow appearing on the screen.

“Let me in I’m here to take care of you”

You heaved a sigh you should have known that he would be coming, he wasn’t going to let you suffer alone, even if he didn’t quite know that you weren’t suffering from any illness rather a particularly cruel joke from Mother Nature.

steeling yourself you got up from your couch making your way over to the door each step more taxing than the last. eventually you made it to your door.

❤️

Shadow stood patiently at your door anxiety flooding through his system, he hated when you got sick. he always made sure to do everything in his power in order to get you healthy again and today was no different, or so he thought.

You opened the door greeting him with a soft "Hey".

much to his surprise you looked just fine, no apparent signs of any fever, no runny nose or sore throat. aside from looking a bit tired you seemed just fine.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Yah, I just don't feel like I can go out tonight."

"Are you sick? when was the last time you took any medicine?"

"Well I took some ibuprofen about an hour ago, but I'm not exactly sick."

"what do you mean?"

"Well I- it's sorta like." you seemed hesitant to answer like you were embarrassed or ashamed of what the problem was. he waited for you to continue.

but before you could give any proper answer you collapsed to the ground.

❤️

the sharp pain took your breath away like you had just been impaled the pain from your uterus now radiating through your spine forcing you to double over in pain. a bout of nausea twisted your stomach as you began to shake.

Gentle hands caught you as he called out your name panic laced throughout his voice. "Are you alright? what's going on? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, it's alright." you stated trying to clam his nerves. "trust me the hospital won't do anything."

"Why not? You're clearly suffering with something."

"Yes and that thing is having a uterus. I'm on my period." You explained through groans. "and I just so happen to suffer with really bad cramps. the most a doctor will do is send me home with some pain killers, which I already have, and tell me to do the same things I've been doing since this whole stupid thing started."

Shadow stared at you not really sure on how to proceed.

You sighed "Can we please move over to the couch I really don't want to have this conversation on the floor."

"Of course, can you stand?"

you began to rise carefully halfway up you felt a twinge of pain letting out a cry as you retreated to your previous position.

"Here let me help you." He scooped you up in his arms carrying you over to the couch.

as he carried you over you couldn't help but feel guilty. not only did you ruin his night but you caused him serious worry over you and now you were making him take care of you.

as Shadow gingerly placed you on the sofa all the frustration and guilt bubbled to the surface, tears began streaming down your face soft sobs escaping your mouth.

"I hate this" you started. "people have been doing this every day for thousands of years. going to work, living their lives, and I can't even stand up. I’m so sorry I really didn’t want to ruin your night, you already do so much for me and now this. I feel so pathetic.” Another wave of pain shot through you making you wince “I just want tit to stop”

Shadow just stared at you for a moment unsure of what to do. He’s never seen you like this and it scared him. He’s seen you fight off plenty of foes, seen you sustain many injuries that you simply walked off. He never expected to see you brought down, and by your own body nonetheless.

Questions formed in his head unsure of how to ask them. Did this happen every time? How come he hasn’t seen this yet? How could he fix this?

The last question rang in his head the loudest. Memories of his past flashed through his mind, his purpose what he was created for. Was this another failure for him? Was there truly nothing he could do for you? The only thing he could do right now was watch you while you succumbed to your pain.

He had to do something but what?

Taking a breath he helped you lay down on the couch. He rested his hand on your shoulder in a gentle voice he said “it’s alright my love, just give me a minute.” He turned on your favorite show hoping it could distract you in his absence.

Exiting your apartment he called the only person he could think of.

“Hey handsome, what’s going on?”

“Rouge, it’s Y/N. I need your help” Shadow explained the situation he confessed he was in over his head and didn’t know how to proceed.

“Oh, the poor thing” Rouge commented “Alright big guy here’s what you do.”

❤️

Shadow had been gone for thirty minutes now. You felt horrible thinking you must have scared him off.

You should have explained your situation earlier before all of this happened. You thought you were getting better, your past few cycles had been manageable. You should have known better than to think the problem would go away on its own.

The next time you saw Shadow what was that going to be like. Did he think you were weak now? Did he pity you? You couldn’t stand the thought of shadow looking down on you.

Before you could spiral Shadow came through the door shopping bags in one hand and take out in the other.

He unloaded the contents of the bags onto the coffee table. Pulling out your favorite snacks and candies one by one. He brought a tub of ice cream to the freezer presumably for later. Coming back with some silverware he handed you the takeout.

“Here, I don’t know if you’ve eaten today so I got your favorite. If you don’t want it I also got some ingredients to make your favorite comfort food as well.” He pulled out a plushie in your favorite color and placed it in your arms.

“What’s this?” You asked the question being more rhetorical than anything.

“I don’t particularly enjoy them but I know you like your plush toys, you don’t already have that one do you?”

“No” you gave him a weak smile as you hugged your new squishy friend “thank you”

Shadow kissed you on the forehead climbing behind you on the couch wrapping you in his arms and pulling you close to him.

“Where does it hurt?”

You guided his hand to your lower abdomen resting on the source “Right there”

Shadow delicately worked his hands on the area giving it a gentle massage, untying some of the knots left behind by your uncaring reproductive system.

“Does this help at all?”

“Actually yes, it does, a little”

“Good” he continued his gentle movements. “ I want you to know that I take care of you because I want to, you’re not a burden to me and I never want you to feel like you are. If you’re in pain let me know I won’t think any less of you for it. You are such a strong and amazing person you don’t have to hide your struggles from me.”

“Okay, I promise I’ll tell you next time”

You felt some of the tension in his body melt as you snuggled further into his arms.

“I heard that new movie you wanted to see is streaming now do you want to watch it?”

You nodded

As the movie began to play you began to feel more at ease some of the pain finally slipping away disappearing into nothingness.

“Shadow”

“Yes?”

“Thank you”

“Of course my love, anytime.”

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ranni-moon · 2 days ago

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a compilation video of heran and jungwon moments from en oclock ???

🩰 now playing : en-o'clock being the ultimate hewon instigator!

synopsis : a 13 minute compilation of some of heran and jungwon's most questionable en-o'clock moments. a push and pull fueled by heran's competitive nature, and jungwon's inability to stand on business when it comes to her.

masterlist | wattpad

[ added captions are in brackets ]

indented italics are additional voice overs

hey, everyone! welcome back to my channel—aka—the hub for hewon enthusiasts! if you're here, you already know what you're in for... but for the uninitiated, strap in because once you go down this rabbit hole... there's no escape—

totally kidding, of course! ha ha ha... a quick debrief for the newcomers—heran and jungwon are a walking disaster (but in a cute way). and if there's one thing that fuels their chaos, then it's en-o'clock. every single nerve in heran's body is powered by one thing: the burning, uncontrollable desire to win. she's fucking insane super competitive! and won? the exact opposite. he fully believes in just having a good time and trying your best. and because of this clash, it causes some hilarious tension. she throws a few more snarky comments his way, gets a little hot headed, and screams more than usual. but he loves it... WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE YANG JUNGWON!!

[ quick cut to heran playfully scolding jungwon, while he just smiles and rolls his eyes ]

so buckle up, kiddos-grab your snacks, take a deep breath, and prepare for some of my favourite moments of them together. the good, the bad, the yelling... you know the drill. PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THEY ARE NOT DATING!! (or that's what they say..... hmmmmmm)

[ yang "heran can say whatever she wants to me" jungwon pt 3243242 ]

the cameras were dually focused on the eight members neatly sat at their own desk on the classroom set. dressed in school uniform and carrying the same weight of dread and tension as if they were in an actual classroom—the only difference being that they found this more entertaining.

and by "this"—they meant listening to heran ramble on about a topic she was overally passionate about.

it started off the same as it usually did—with someone disagreeing with her to an unhealthy extent. and unfortunately, that day, jungwon was the victim.

heran was leaning back in her chair, then pen in her hand spinning through her fingers with a practiced ease that suggested that her guard was down. she was only half-listening, relaxed, not particularly concerned about the debate that was happening around her.

[ she is toooo foineeee ugh ]

that was until she heard him speak. the words fell from jungwon's tongue, casual, careless. "fate has nothing to do with coincidences though—it's purely spiritual. meaning that most relationships are driven by coincidences."

for the first time the entire segment, she actually sat up, shifting in her seat, the slight confusion in her eyes morphing into something closer to disbelief. she ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back from her face as the cogs in her mind turned to formulate her own opinion.

heeseung was arguing his opinion, most members agreed with jungwon which wasn't a surprise. "jungwon's right. I don't think there's ever someone truly meant for you—it's what you make of it," heeseung said and a few more chimes tuned in.

heran's brow furrowed. "wait, wait," she waved her hand in the air, finally drawing the attention of her members. "do you guys know what fate entails?"

the question earned a few responded nods. "It's when the universe has something planned out for you, which logically doesn't make any sense," jake retorted, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose.

heran's mouth fell agape. "so you'd rather believe in coincidences?"

jungwon eased into his seat, his lips slightly pursed. "I'd rather believe in coincidences than the assumption that the universe had a plan set out for me before I was even born."

"so you think that we're all here because of a few perfectly alighted coincidences?" she asked again. "that despite us having met each other in one way or another before i-land, are here just because?"

jungwon shrugged, completely unfazed. “I mean… yeah.”

heran sat back in her chair, blinking at him as if he had just spoken an entirely different language.

[ why is she staring at him like that?? I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE ]

the other members watched the exchange with mild amusement, some of them nodding along to jungwon’s words, while others—like ni-ki and sunoo—were too entertained by her reaction to pick a side.

[ sunki knew that this mf was about to get COOKED ]

[ it's always them smh ]

“I don’t get why you’re so shocked,” sunghoon added, resting his chin on his hand. “It’s not that deep.”

heran let out an exasperated laugh, running a hand through her hair again as she tried to make sense of it all. “not that deep?” she repeated. “so none of you think that maybe—just maybe—some things are meant to happen?”

“things happen because of choices, not because the universe willed it,” jungwon argued, his voice calm as ever. “If fate existed, wouldn’t that mean everything in our lives is predetermined? that we don’t actually have control?”

heran frowned, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before sitting up properly, her expression serious now.

“that’s not what fate means,” she countered. “fate isn’t some rigid plan—it’s a force. It’s what brings people together, what nudges you toward things you didn’t even know you needed. It’s not about control, it’s about connection.”

jungwon tilted his head slightly, watching her intently.

she was fully engaged now, her usual playfulness momentarily replaced by something deeper—something convicted. her fingers tapped lightly against the desk as she spoke, her eyes flickering with thought.

“I just think… there are too many things in life that feel too perfect to just be coincidences,” she continued. “like—okay, take us, for example. we all auditioned at different times, from different places, and somehow we've all had interactions before properly meeting, we all ended up in i-land. and then, against all odds, we all debuted together?”

“that’s just luck,” heeseung cut in, ever the realist.

heran shook her head. “It could be luck. or it could be fate. maybe we were all meant to be here, to meet, to be in each other’s lives.”

[ fate did me bad by not letting me be her girlfriend... ]

It was a proper 1 v 7—and she wasn't anywhere near to throwing in her towel.

"you're really passionate about this," jay hummed, the smile on his lips not faltering.

heran scoffed. "because I'm right."

[ yes ma'am 🙇🏼‍♀️]

[ let's keep in mind that these idiots are trying to argue with a girl who has lawyers for parents AND was the debate club president throughout high school ]

[ It's like they want to die smh ]

it was then that she noticed the way jungwon had been staring at her—not in the way he usually did when they were teasing each other, but softer, almost fond. like he wasn’t really paying attention to the debate anymore, just her.

a warmth crept up her neck, but she used it to her advantage.

she turned to face him properly, tilting he head to the side. "so what about us?"

[ US??? TF YOU MEAN US?? ]

[ BRO'S TALKING ABOUT THEM!! MY SOULMATES UGHHHHH ]

the reaction was immediate.

jungwon blinked, caught completely off guard. “that’s not fair—wait."

the atmosphere in the room shifted as jungwon pushed his chair back, the scraping sound of the legs against the floor startling everyone. the members laughed, waiting for his next move, and jungwon himself seemed to be weighing his options, clearly thinking that standing might give him a better shot at making his case.

“look, we're different though,” he said with a smile, his voice steady but filled with a strange certainty, as if this one statement would somehow put an end to their debate.

the silence in the room lasted all of two seconds before the reactions came pouring in, like a dam had burst. jay raised an eyebrow, sunghoon’s mouth dropped open in mock disbelief, and jake looked personally offended as if jungwon had just insulted their entire existence.

heran, however, was still leaning back in her chair, arms crossed, eyes fixed on him. she watched him as if trying to figure out where he was going with this. there was a slight shift in her expression—an amused smirk forming on her lips, but she didn’t speak right away.

[ she knew exactly what she was doing here don't even play rn RAHHHHHHH ]

the others were quick to call him out.

“what do you mean different?!” jake practically exploded, his voice half-laughing, half-serious.

sunoo was already shaking his head, grinning ear-to-ear. “oh, I'm starting to love this more than I thought I would."

but heran? she just sat there, watching him with an amused glint in her eye, before shaking her head. "so you’re saying we’re the universe’s exception?"

[ let's do a tally on the amount of "coincidences" these two have been in, according to the boys' logic ]

[ won and heran met when they were 14 for the first time at a taekwondo tournament ]

[ they ended up tying. which was heran's first time since the age of 5 that she hasn't outright won a match ]

[ I just know she was crashing out so bad on the way home ]

[ for an entire year and a half they had their trophy's, both their names engraved on each ]

[ THEY WERE WALKING PAST THAT TROPHY EVERYDAY FOR A YEAR NOT KNOWING HOW DEEP IT WAS ]

[ they were both bighit trainees before jungwon moved to belift ]

[ then they met at i-land, and ended up in the same group for every unit performance ]

[ THEN THEY JUST HAPPENED TO TIE IN VOTES AT THE END OF THE SHOW?!?! ]

[ yeah, they are more than an exception ]

jungwon hesitated.

that was not what he was trying to say, but the way she phrased it made it sound ridiculous. he ran a hand through his hair, a flustered laugh slipping past his lips. "no, that’s not—okay, wait."

before anyone could say anything else, he moved.

straight toward her.

[ SIR, WHERE ARE YOU GOING???? ]

heran raised an eyebrow as he crossed the room, coming to a stop right in front of her desk. the others went feral.

"NO WAY, IS HE TRYING TO RECOVER?"

"JUNGWON, TURN BACK, YOU ALREADY LOST."

but he ignored them, placing both hands on the edge of her desk and leaning down slightly so they were eye-level. “just hear me out for a second.”

[ I'm sat 🪑]

but then there was the other part of him—the one that had just spent the last few minutes on a losing streak against her—telling him he was in too deep. he had already lost this round, and there was no way he was going to win. Not with that look she was giving him.

so, he tried to speak, but his words faltered. his throat seemed dry. he paused mid-sentence, unsure whether to continue or just let this moment go.

she was waiting for him to speak, to defend his point, but the way she was looking at him made it impossible to concentrate. his breath caught in his throat, and he felt a strange warmth rise up his neck.

this wasn’t how it usually went. mormally, when they bickered, he’d shoot back with a quick retort, but now? now, he could barely remember what they were debating about in the first place.

she tilted her head slightly, as if inviting him to continue. “okay, I’m listening,” she said, her voice soft, almost coaxing.

It was like a switch had flipped in his head. his mind raced, but all his thoughts were tangled in one thing—her. the way she was sitting there, calm and collected, waiting for him to figure it out, was… unsettling. he felt his pulse quicken, his stomach flipping as he watched her, his thoughts scattered in all the wrong ways.

[ can we please get these two a room...? ]

jungwon, unable to hold it together, stared at her for a beat longer before his mouth opened, and his next words were a breathless surrender.

“I’m sorry.” he deadpanned, the embarrassment hitting him immediately. “you were right, I was wrong.”

the words came out almost too easily, but as soon as he said them, the weight in his chest lifted just a little. heran looked up at him, surprised by his sudden admission. the room was still—no one had expected this.

for a split second, it felt like everyone was holding their breath, but then—

“OH MY GOD!” sunghoon exploded from his seat, hands on his cheeks. “did you just—"

heeseung had his hands in his hair, utter shock on his face. "YOU IDIOT!"

"well," jay sighed, throwing his head back in defeat. "that's one way to lose a debate."

[ when a man knows when to stfu>>> ]

“YOU’RE A GONER,” jake declared, pointing at jungwon with the intensity of a courtroom prosecutor.

jungwon barely had time to process his loss before sunoo dramatically flopped onto his desk, clutching his chest like he had just witnessed a tragic love story unfold in real time. “I can’t believe it. we lost because of this idiot.”

meanwhile, ni-ki was cackling, absolutely losing it. “hyung, you folded faster than my laundry—AND I DON’T EVEN DO MY LAUNDRY.”

heran, still seated, finally let out a laugh, shaking her head. “I was just messing with you, won.”

jungwon inhaled sharply—he knew that. he should’ve known that. But the way she was looking at him, the way she had maneuvered this entire debate like she was playing chess while he was stuck in a game of tic-tac-toe—it had felt real.

so, with a dramatic sigh, he lowered himself in front of her desk, bending his knees and resting his head on the surface in total defeat. “I knew that,” he muttered into the wood, but the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him.

heran grinned, amused, before lifting a hand and gently patting his head. “sure you did.”

the moment was short-lived because—

“GET UP, YOU COWARD,” heeseung shouted, throwing a crumpled paper ball at him. “HAVE SOME DIGNITY.”

jungwon didn’t move.

“leave him,” jay said, shaking his head solemnly. “this is his life now.”

[ bro turned into a housecat for her I'M SICK ]

[ heran's inevitable crashout ]

In this en-o'clock episode, the members were handed a silly yet surprisingly difficult challenge: they had to thread a needle while their hands were handcuffed together. the task was as ridiculous as it was frustrating, but the real entertainment came from watching the chaos unfold as each pair struggled to get the needle through the thread.

heran and jungwon were once again paired up, and the moment the handcuffs clicked around their wrists, the other members immediately started to snicker.

[ the en-o'clock directors know what we want for realllll 😩😩😩 ]

[ every day I thank them for the heran and jungwon content that they feed us ]

“are you kidding me? this is how we’re spending our time today?”

jungwon, always calm, gave a small smile, trying to hide his amusement. “It’s not that hard.”

heran shot him a look, already feeling the impending chaos. “yeah? watch me as I try to not stab you with this needle,” she said, waving it around dramatically.

she immediately started fidgeting with the needle, her hand shaking as she tried to get it through the tiny hole. but every time she tried, her movements were limited by their handcuffs, pulling jungwon into an awkward dance.

“hold still, please,” she grumbled, her frustration growing.

“I’m trying,” he replied, his voice a mix of amusement and patience. he kept his movements slow and gentle, trying to avoid bumping into her too much.

[ y’all, I’m dying ]

[ he’s so calm while she’s freaking out ]

her eyes were locked on the needle as she tried again and again to get the thread through the eye. “this is so stupid! we're gonna be here all day!” she exclaimed, exasperated.

jungwon couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips, though he quickly tried to calm her down. “It’s okay, rannie. just focus. you're getting too excited."

“FOCUS? I can’t even move properly with these handcuffs!” she threw her hands up, nearly hitting jungwon in the face in the process.

[ the way he dodged her hand I'm screamingggg ]

[ this girl is a safety hazard bro ]

“okay, okay,” he said, trying to make sense of their position. “let’s take a breath. we need to breathe before you stab us both.” he carefully moved her hand back, avoiding the sharp edge of the needle.

heran exhaled loudly, her dramatic energy mixing with his calm demeanour. “okay, but this is a nightmare,” she whined, but she tried to calm herself.

jungwon gently took her hand and guided her fingers back to the needle, moving them both carefully. his calm voice was steady. “don't rush it. we still have a minute left.”

despite her obvious frustration, heran felt the weight of his words. she took a breath, refocusing, and with hisgentle guidance, the needle finally slid through the thread.

the room fell silent for a second as the task was completed, and then—

“there you go,” jungwon said softly, smiling warmly. “good job.”

[ me next! me next! ]

[ her reaction 😏 ]

heran blinked at him, almost in disbelief, as the tension finally released. her face lit up with a smile, pride swelling within her despite the chaotic journey to get there. “oh my god, we actually did it. finally!”

[ look at how gentle he is with her 😩😭 ]

[ our first proper hewon moment since i-land ]

[ may i present to you, the en-o'clock episode that stared it all ]

[ we have jealous jungwon, heran being hot as fAWk, and them being all cutesie ]

the weather was slightly overcast that early afternoon, that had already been filled with laughter and momentary betrayal. the members had just finished setting up their tent on set, and were playing around with some of the games.

heran was particuarly engrossed in the football at her feet, tapping it in the air as she explained the gist of her position to the camera.

[ OH SHE IS TOO HOT WTF THIS IS UNREAL ]

[ WHY IS SHE KICKING THE BALL WITH SO MUCH EASE I'M GONNA FAINT ]

after that bit, one of the staff members announced that as a reward they got a watermelon which they had to fetch themselves down the stream. naturally, they rushed over only to be met with the difficult task of getting it out of the water while staying dry.

heran was minding her own business, standing a little too close to the edge for comfort—and there he was—park sunghoon—getting ready to commit murder on camera for whatever reason.

[ when I tell you that he had it out for her the entire episode ]

[ look at him smirking... psychopath! ]

"what if someone just—"

that was the last thing heran heard before she felt his hands on her back, applying a little more pressure than needed before her ear-piercing scream rung through the air.

[ the editors did her so dirty with this part bruh ]

[ the slowmotion fall has me WHEEZING ]

heran's first instinct was to grab onto the thing closest to her or stability, and that just to happened to be jay. she yelped, jumping onto him with an urgency of someone trying to run away from a tsunami. her arms flung around his neck in panic, her legs around his waist in the most koala-looking way imaginable.

[ HAND PLACEMENT! HAND PLACEMENT! ]

[ I need jay to hold me like that yesterday actually ]

the members were in tears, clutching their stomachs at he reaction—except for jungwon.

[ yeah... uhm... I'm scared ]

his gaze was hard, confused even as he watched the scene unfold. heran in jay's arms. that sure didn't seem right.

[ jungwon rn : that should be me, holding your hand! that should be me, making you laugh! ]

[ F in the chat for leader yang guys ]

the episode continued to unfold with similar moments, a little more tension than usual but of course it melted away as quickly as it happened. they got their watermelon and were lounging around on the grass—but something caught heran's eye.

jungwon was sitting on the grass, staring at his watermelon slice as it if had a personal vendetta against him. he was battling with the seeds, already not in a good mood.

[ aw wonie looks so sadddd ]

[ my SHAYLAAAA ]

then from the other end of the camera's view heran caught a glimpse of the issue and immediately got up. "you look like you're dissecting that thing," she said, her tone light a she crouched down beside him.

he glanced up, surprised by the sudden proximity. "It's got way too many seeds," he mumbled, holding it up as evidence.

heran didn't even hesitate and held out he own slice for him to take. "here, take mine. there's barely any seeds in it."

[ SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ]

jungwon blinked, startled by the gesture. "what about you?"

she shrugged, plopping down beside him on the blanket. "I'll just steal another one when jay isn't looking."

[ absolute menace ]

"thanks," he said quietly, the corner of his lips tugging into a smile.

"no problem, won."

[ the moment that started it all ]

[ it was the end of border : carnival promotions ]

[ the fandom was tweaking ]

[ heran was being dragged into bullying rumours ]

[ and this moment single handedly saved us all from depression ]

[ who's the prettier princess? ]

"hyung, why does it suit you so well?" ni-ki asked in between his laughter, the other members soon joining in as jungwon placed the tiara on his head.

[ HE IS SO CUTE GUYS I'M GONNA SCREAM ]

[ AWW LOOK AT THE BABYYYY ]

his cheeks were momentarily flushed in embarrassment as he turned to the camera. this wasn't the worst punishment that he could have gotten—but it wasn't the best either. the only thing holding him together was heran's reaction.

she covered her face with her hands, fighting back the urge to squeal from beside him. "why do you look so cute?" she asked sweetly. "this is so unfair."

[ says the most gorgeous person ever??? ]

[ she's so self-unaware sometimes istg ]

sunoo clapped his hands together, loving every bit of this punishment. "you're supposed to be posing for the camera."

the other members chimed in agreement, egging him on and making sweet comments about how he was definitely a fairy in his past life. he couldn't bare the attention, dropping his head into his hands with a groan.

"how much longer do I have to do this for?" he asked, only to be met with more requests to pose for the camera properly, but for the life of him he couldn't.

but then heran happened.

she calmed herself down and grabbed his attention, nearly losing he composure when he turned to look at her. "won, you need to smile at the camera or else they're going to keep this on you," she said in between a fit of giggles, straightening the tiara on his head.

jungwon threw his head back with a groan. "It's too much, I can't take myself seriously."

ni-ki snorted from a few tables down, crossing his arms but his smile still there. "If it helps, we never take you seriously."

[ this absolute CLOWN ]

the room was filled with hushed snickers that only made jungwon even more reluctant. but heran was going to make sure that he looked at the camera, this was the perfect opportunity for a new lock screen background.

she nudged him with her foot. "come on, just a small smile for the camera, wonie," she encouraged, flashing him the same sweet smile that he could never say no to.

[ I love it when she calls him that ]

two seconds later he was facing the main camera, putting on his best act while his members cooed over the sight—especially heran, who was on the verge of having heart palpitations.

she tilted her head to get a better look at him, his flustered smile making her pout. "we need to see your dimples, baby, stop being shy."

[ WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I THREW MY PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM WHEN I HEARD HER SAY THIS ]

[ never in my LIFE have I heard best friends call each other baby ]

[ she slipped up here and didn't even careeee ]

[ the scream I SCRUMPT!!!! ]

[ THE ABSOLUTE MESS THIS THIS MOMENT CAUSED ON STAN TWITTER WAS BEAUTIFUL ]

that was jungwon's breaking point—the smile was involuntary—a natural reaction to anything that heran did, and there it was, his dimples etched so beautifully into his cheeks that she reacted to heavily to the point where she knocked her knee on the table.

[ an employed crashout indeed ]

the members were having a field day, losing their composure after something so small yet so entertaining. when it was finally over and jungwon was hit with another wave of embarrassment that had him sinking even further into his seat.

the excitement died down for a bit, the camera now focused on heran trying to calm him down. she rubbed his back soothingly, something that she wasn't aware was making him even more flustered. "you'd make such a pretty princess to be honest," she teased with a warm smile.

[ yes he would. speak your truth queen ]

he sat up straight at her proclamation, fully turning to face her as he took the tiara off his head and gently placed it on hers, brushing a few stray strands of hair out the way. "too bad, because you're my pretty princess."

[ ME WHEN?? ME FUCKING WHEN?? ]

[ I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I'M GONNA THROW UP ]

[ seperation anxiety but make it hewon ]

they didn't know who decided that it was a great idea to lock each of the members in a room for a few hours, but none of them were complaining—except for jungwon.

the other seven were more than content with their own company, a few snacks and something to keep them entertained. In heran's case it was her nintendo switch—which the fandom believed was more important to her than most things in her life.

she was sprawled out on the floor, the sun's rays seeping through the open window and onto her face with a familiar warmth. everything was going well, but she could have sworn that she heard a scream from time-to-time.

"ah! I drove into a turtle shell!" she exclaimed, her eyes trained onto the game of mario kart that she was immersed in.

[ my girlfriend is a gamer don't even ]

It was peaceful, rewarding, but strangely empty. It took her nearly 30 minutes before she cracked. "I wonder how the other members are doing?" she turned to look at one of the cameras in the corner of the room.

[ well wouldn't you like to know... ]

then the clip switched over to jungwon who was undoubtably relapsing. like heran, he was sprawled on the floor, only he had a lot more whining, kicking, and rolling on the floor. yang jungwon was losing his mind.

"how long has it been? two hours?" he asked, a slight pout on his lips.

[ 30 minutes. It has been 30 minutes ]

after a few more moments of throwing a very controlled tantrum, he sat up straight, and stared directly at the camera. "I feel so alone."

[ me too, buddy. me too ]

his attention flickered from the door that was locked, to the window until the cogs in his brain started working. and as if on cue a knock came from the other side of the door, and it was gently pushed open.

a staff member popped their head in to check up on him, just as he did with the other members. "are you okay in here?" he asked and jungwon sighed.

[ comical to say the least ]

"I'm going insane. Is heran okay?" he couldn't help himself.

[ heehheheheheeehhe ]

the staff member chuckled and gave him a reassuring nod. "she said that she's having the time of her life."

jungwon's heart dropped to his stomach, his brows furrowing in genuine shock. "why?" the question slipped. "doesn't she miss me?"

[ oh lawddddd ]

[ get ready guys ]

"I'm sure she does," the staff member answered and then took a step out of the room, ready to lock it for the next hour, but jungwon was quick.

his excuse was that one of the cameras in the room made a funny sound, and that it should definitely be checked out now instead of later. "It could be a serious issue, I'm not sure."

[ a mastermind at work ]

[ he invented prison break, I don't make the rules ]

then, just as the staff member took his first few steps into the corner of the room jungwon made his grand escape out the door. in his defence, it was a foolish mistake to leave it open with him in the room of all people.

his adrenaline filled screams echoed through the house, his figure running past a few very confused staff members until they caught on and eventually started chasing him. it was a sight to behold, and the members locked up all shared the same thought.

[ the staff members really said "..... OH SHIT!" ]

"that's definitely jungwon."—heeseung

"wow, he lasted longer than I expected, props to him."— sunghoon

"this is why I stay away from him."—sunoo

"I wonder how long the staff members are going to chase him for?"— ni-ki

"Is that jungwon screaming? how did he get out?"—jake

"I'm surprised he didn't jump out the window."—jay

the only person who didn't hear him was heran, because she was too distracted by her own screaming to notice his. that was until, she heard a bang on the window behind her, followed by a pair of hands gripping onto the window sill.

"what the hell?" she asked and walked over, peering our to see jungwon standing on the lawn about 3 meters down, clearly out of breath.

"open the window more!" he screamed. "hurry, they're chasing me!"

[ you cannot make this shit up ]

heran didn't have a clue as to what was going on but obliged, muttering something under her breath as she took a step back, watching as he took one big leap and successfully pulled himself up.

less than a minute later he was rolling through the open window, a few staff members gathering outside and ultimately giving up with a few chuckles and tired pants. "that's definetaly gonna make for good content time. we should thank him."

[ get that bag I guess ]

she was dumbfounded to say the least—her lips parted as she stared at the boy laying on the floor, attempting to catch his breath. "can I get an explanation, please?"

after a few more deep breaths, he sat up straight and stared at her with narrowed eyes. "why didn't you miss me?"

[ DEAD!! ]

[ get yourself a man who YEARNSSSS ]

heran stared at him a moment longer. "huh?" she ran her fingers through he hair, trying to make sense of the situation. "you jumped through my window to ask me that?"

he let out a dramatic sigh, sitting up. “yeah, because you had mario kart and zero loyalty.”

“excuse me?”

“I suffered in that room,” jungwon continued, clutching his chest like he had survived a life-or-death situation. “and meanwhile, you were just chilling, living your best life, not even thinking about me.”

she scoffed. “for the record, I did think about you.”

jungwon narrowed his eyes. “when?”

she paused. “...like, at some point.”

he let out an exaggerated tch before sprawling out dramatically on the floor again. “wow. betrayed. I can’t believe this.”

heran sighed before dropping back onto the floor, settling into her previous spot. jungwon watched her expectantly, waiting—waiting—for some kind of grand gesture, some token of appreciation for his bravery. but when she simply picked up her switch again and continued her game like nothing had happened, he was scandalised.

"that's it?"

[ bro expected her to propose or something ]

heran didn’t even glance up from her screen. "jungwon, I'm locked in the room too. I have nothing to give you right now."

he groaned, letting himself fall back onto the floor with a dramatic thud. "I'm too tired to even argue right now. I've never run that fast in my life."

"yeah, I could tell. I thought you were about to pass out at my window."

jungwon waved her off weakly, too exhausted to keep up his usual antics. she sighed, setting her switch aside for a moment. she looked down at him, then at the clock ticking away on the wall. another hour of being stuck in here. she might as well make things a little easier for the poor guy.

without saying a word, she patted her lap. “we’re here for another hour, come on.”

[ WOOF WOOF BARK BARK ]

[ WHY'D SHE PAT HER LAP LIKE THAT?!? ]

It took less than a second for jungwon to shift, rolling over until his head was resting on her lap. he let out a deep, satisfied sigh as he closed his eyes. "this is so much better. I should've come here way earlier."

[ bro is never beating those cat allegations ]

heran let out a soft laugh, about to reach for her switch again when suddenly—

her hand was stolen.

she blinked, looking down to see him guiding her fingers onto his head.

"how am I supposed to play mario kart with one hand?"

jungwon cracked one eye open, giving her the most shamelessly innocent look imaginable. "skill issue."

[ SIR SHE WILL KICK YOU OUT STFU ]

she gawked at him. "excuse me?"

he closed his eyes again, letting out an overly dramatic sigh. "I risked my life to be here with you. the least you can do is comfort me in my time of need."

[ dramatic ahh ]

heran rolled her eyes but ultimately relented, fingers slipping into his soft strands as she lazily combed through them. "you're an idiot, you know that?"

jungwon only hummed, already halfway to falling asleep.

do you feel unlovable yet? because I know I do! hahahaha. I'm tweaking. please leave me alone while I wallow in my sorrows, because lee heran will NEVER run her fingers through my hair or say, "we need to see your dimples, baby" TO ME!!

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Step Out Of Line (Bill Skarsgard! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Alternate Universe) (18+)

Read chapter 2 here

Chapter 3

Summary : You learn how badly your mother treats Eric behind the walls of her bedroom and how he has accustomed himself to her true nature.

Warning: 18+, smut, mention of drug addiction, grooming, mommy kink, age gap relationship, emotional cheating, marital abuse, sexual abuse

You groaned as you sat down on the kitchen table. It seemed fun to drink so much last night but now you were regretting it. Your head was pounding and you felt nauseous.

Eric looked at you so you gave him a small smile. You remembered everything that had happened, the way you had been so inappropriate with him at the club, the hug on your bed, how he seemed so sad when he told you that you had left him for years.

Everything.

“Good morning baby” your mother wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she leaned down to kiss his neck. Disgusting.

He looked down as he felt flushed by the pda, she usually wasn't this chirpy in the mornings and she hardly ever made breakfast so he was surprised too.

“Good morning” he said to her as he turned his head so she kissed him passionately, tongue and all.

As if you already didn't feel pukish. As she went into the kitchen you crossed your arms and stared at him..

“Had sex last night?” You asked him, he instantly turned red at the blatancy.

“What?”

“She's like that when she's dicked down properly” you answered him.

“Y/n that's your mother for lord's sake” you rolled your eyes as he said that. You didn't even feel like eating anymore so you got up and went back to your room, your head was still spinning from the alcohol.

Half an hour later Eric entered your bedroom with the pancakes your mom had made and placed it down on the nightstand, you were laying on your front so you turned on your back as you felt his presence.

“Eat something..you'll feel better” he said before he turned to leave.

“Eric?” You called out to him so he looked at you. How did he look so good first thing in the morning? Maybe it was his freshly showered hair, or maybe it was his pretty face or that lean muscular body or those lips that just begged to be kissed all the time, no wonder she was all over him. God your mom was a lucky bitch.

“I'm seeing my lawyer today for my dad's will. Would you accompany me?” He scratched the back of his neck as you asked him.

“Are you positive you don't want to take your mother? It seems important” You chuckled condescendingly as he asked that.

“You should know my mother ..it's been five years. She'd rather spend her day lunching with her friends than spend 5 minutes at the lawyer's office” He nodded as you said that, you weren't wrong about that.

“Maybe if you ask her just once she'll go with you?”

You sighed as he said that. After breakfast you got ready and knocked on your mother's bedroom.

“Come in” you heard her voice so you entered, only to find her kissing Eric with all her might.

“I'm going to see Mr. Johnson..do you want to come?” You asked her so she finally focused her attention on you “Oh i wish i could..i made plans with Bethany, you should have told me sooner sweetie”

You smiled as you looked at Eric with I told you so written on your face.

“Okay I'm taking Eric then..he can drop me off, his office is miles away”

“Ahh well he's coming with me, aren't you honey pie?” she said as she turned to him so you crossed your arms and waited for him to say something, anything but he stood there like a mannequin and just nodded.

“Sorry honey just call a cab, I'll pay if you don't have money” you rolled your eyes as she said that.

“No thanks I'll manage” you turned around to walk out of their bedroom, eyes tearing up as you stepped out of the house, he could have just told her that he wanted to go with you but he didn't. Was he scared of her? You remembered the noise you had heard last night, she hit him right? It wasn't just limited to their bedroom shenanigans, she was hurting him whenever he didn't do things she wanted him to do.

*********

Eric wanted to go with you, he really did, he wanted to be there with you because this was important to you but he failed, as a friend he failed because he didn't want to upset your mother and go against her wishes. He fidgeted with his fingers as he watched Dolly get ready for the lunch, feeling guilty.

“Baby?” He spoke softly so she hummed in response.

“I uhh you know you two should spend more time together..she just lost her father and -” he stopped talking as she turned around immediately to glare at him.

“She's living here ..how much more time does she need with me? I have a life too” she scoffed.

“Of Course it's just-”

“Besides she's a 23 year old woman..she needs to get out of our house and build her own life, how long is she planning to stay here?” she asked him.

“It's her home too” he answered even though her question was rhetorical.

“No it's not..she needs to make one for herself, she's a grown woman, she lived in NYC on her own right? But here she is free loading again..i already did my part..i can't do more” She dismissed that conversation quickly after that.

“What should I wear?” He asked as she finished getting ready so she chuckled.

“Why would you get ready?”

“For lunch?”

“Oh I can't take you, it's going to be just us girls..” she laughed as she walked towards him and eyed him from head to toe “Besides i don't like it how my friends stare at you..you stay at home babyboy and wait for me alright? And you better be here when I'm back” She tapped on his cheek like a pet before she left. Why didn't she let him go with you then?

In evening when you returned your mother wasn't at home, Eric opened the door and you walked past him without saying anything so he called out out for you.

“How was it?” You heard his soft voice so you sighed and turned to look at him.

“Great. Fantastic, my father's will being read to me was fantastic, the last thing I'd ever hear from him, such a pleasing experience” you said to him, your voice cracking with how overwhelmed you felt.

“I'm sorry i didn't come”

“Yeah.. whatever” you turned around to go up the stairs but he caught up to you and grabbed your arm to turn you towards him before he wrapped you in his arms. How could you stay mad at him when he was so warm with you,so comforting? As you broke down in tears his hold on you only tightened, he didn't say a word because he knew that's not what you needed at the moment.

As you finally pulled away you looked up at him.

“I guess you didn't go to lunch then huh?” he nodded as you questioned him but before he could say anything else the doorbell rang again.

You quickly ran upstairs, you had a feeling she'd get upset with him if she saw you like this.

About an hour later you came back downstairs to watch a movie but as soon as you sat down on the couch your mom approached you.

“So honey, I was thinking, are you looking for a place of your own, a young girl like you must feel so awkward living with her parents again?” She said in that sweet fake voice that always made your ears bleed.

Parent. You had one parent now.

“Ummm no ..I Just wanted to find a job first”

“Yeah well you see..don't get me wrong baby..we love you being here with us but you should move out, you won't focus on your life if you are living here carelessly not worrying about rent and bills because we do it all for you”

Your eyes teared up in anger as she said that, your father has been gone for one week. You had been here barely for a week and she was already planning to throw you out as if you were just some relative and not her own daughter.

“You're so right” you smiled as you stood up from the couch. Eric gave you a look that was a cross between Pity and perhaps fear? He didn't want you to leave again, he had made it clear last night.

“Absolutely right. I should move out, find my own place, my own house– ” you placed your fingers on your forehead in a dramatic gesture “Ohhh but wait a second I just remembered something.. I think i found one already” you chuckled as you turned to face her.

“You did?” Her eyes twinkled as she questioned you, she just wanted you to leave as soon as possible.

“Yeah this afternoon, at Mr Johnson's office..he read daddy's will to me and turns out ..this house is mine now..all mine”

The exaggerated smile on your face wiped out the smirk from her face, suddenly she looked like a washed up carcass.

“It's all yours?” she gulped, ground beneath her feet shifting in a second.

“Every inch of it” you said to her as you crossed your arms.

“Well..I guess..uhh”

“Awn don't worry mommy you know we are family..all of us, me, you, Eric” you turned to look at him, he suddenly seemed so proud of you “We can live together.. although like you said we should find our own place, have responsibilities blah blah but it's such a big house you know.. i wouldn't want to live alone here so you can stay?”

You said to her so she glared at you before she got up from the couch and walked past you to head towards her bedroom, Eric then walked towards you.

“That's not the way to talk to your mother y/n” he said to you, his voice sharp but there was a smile on his face which luckily your mother couldn't see because he had his back facing her.

She came back and grabbed his arm before she took him to her bedroom, that's when you went upstairs, feeling a little smug about the whole situation.

*********

“Can you believe this, for decades it was me who had taken care of this house, it was me and he left it to some child?” Dolly yelled as she paced back and forth, Eric watched her fuming and bubbling with anger, just this afternoon she was calling you a grown up woman.

He didn't care though, he was happy you won't leave him again.

“God I would kill him again if he was alive” She gritted her teeth. Eric was taken aback by her attitude, it's not as if the house went to some stranger, it was her only daughter.

He snapped out of his thoughts as she grabbed his hair suddenly and made him look up at him.

“I'm so angry baby, so angry right now, what are you going to do for me huh? What will you do for mommy to make her calm down?” She asked him as she slapped his cheek, he winced as his eyes teared up.

“Anything..I'll do anything for you, whatever you want..I'll be a good boy”

*******

Later that night you went downstairs to make something as you felt hungry and you saw Eric in the kitchen, he didn't have a shirt on, his back seemed riddled with scratch marks and fresh bruises, when he turned around you almost gasped. His face was bruised too, there was a cut on his right cheekbone, lips bleeding as he held the ice pack over it.

“Eric?” You mumbled his name so he looked at you. His eyes were moist.

“What happened?” You asked him as you grabbed the ice pack from him, dragging him out of the kitchen you made him sit down on the chair before you pressed the cold compress over the bruise on his cheekbone.

“You won't believe me” he chuckled a little, trying to hide his pain.

“Why not?”

“It's a funny story, I was going to make ramen and wanted to ask if you'd want some but as I went upstairs I realised it's so late and you must be asleep. And then I tripped and fell all the way down” he laughed as he finished, doing the oscar winning acting of his lifetime..

“You're right, I don't believe you” his smile faded as you said that “Did she do it?” You asked him so he snatched the ice pack from you.

“Of Course not..y/n..why do you think the worst of her?” he said to you as he stood up, towering over you now.

“She's my mother. I have known her longer than you do..I was ten but I was old enough to realise how physical my parents got with each other whenever they fought. And it wasn't just him, in fact I'm sure it was never him that started it, he was the most patient and gentle man I knew and she destroyed him. I know what she's capable of Eric”

Your eyes welled up as you spoke so he sighed before he leaned against the kitchen table, finally accepting a semblance of defeat. You were not seventeen anymore and he couldn't keep lying to you.

“It's not like that, we didn't fight..it's just she gets a bit intense in bed” you looked away as he said that as you couldn't bear to look at his hurt, beaten up face anymore.

He confused her anger, her abuse with love and care. How badly he must have been treated as a child to believe that this was her care, and this is how she showed him love, how starved he must have been to believe that your mother was even capable of feeling something as pure as love.

“And you like this? You like being hurt this way?” You asked him so he looked down, his silence said it all.

“Come with me” you grabbed his arm as you led him to your room and made him sit down on the bed, you then cleaned the blood from the corner of his mouth and bandaged his cut.

He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you nursed him like that, so tender, so soft, he had never felt this before, Dolly did take care of him whenever he got hurt at the rehab but she didn't look at him like that, she didn't make him feel as if he was someone worthy of being taken care of like this.

“Consent is important in bed” you mumbled out of nowhere so he smiled.

“I know that, I'm older than you”

“Barely”

At your words he let out the kind of smile that you could hear with your eyes closed. That sweet smile made you all warm and gooey. Good lord if this precious boy was yours you'd never hurt him like this, you'd treat him so delicately, you'd never let anyone hurt him. What kind of monster does that to a sweet soul like him? He never hurt anyone or even thought of it.

“All these years you lied to me” you said to him, remembering how he used to make excuses for the abuse.

“It's not…lie..i just.. didn't want this to change how you see your mother y/n”

“You can't change my views of her Eric..it's too late”

“Don't hate her, she's lonely too, she needs me”

Your eyes welled up as he said that so sincerely, he truly believed your mother loved him in her sick twisted way.

“None of you work ..where's the money coming from?” you asked him the important question that has been bothering you and you wanted to change the subject. The extravagant trips and lunches at fancy five star restaurants made you worry, even if he had money now because of his father it would run out sooner or later the way she was spending it.

“Trust fund”

Okay maybe he had plenty of it.

“And you don't get bored all day?”

“I do..but i didn't finish high school or went to a business school like you. Who'll hire me without a degree?”

“Then use your trust fund to get one..there must be something you're passionate about” he shook his head as you said that. There must be something he wanted to do or something he was good at, you were going to help him find it if you had to, you just refused to watch this beautiful boy waste away his youth like this.

“I ..a year ago I was at the mall.. with Dolly, a woman approached us, she was from an agency or something, she asked me to send my portfolio to her as she wanted to make an offer” he said to you nervously, piquing your curiosity.

“Like a modelling agency?” You asked him so he nodded. Oh you could totally see him doing that and being good at it. Girls in your college, every time they saw a picture of him on your phone they just gushed about him, he was so pretty, so photogenic, not to forget how tall he was.

“Why didn't you do it?”

“I didn't need it” he looked down as he said that which meant that Dolly didn't allow him to do it.

“You didn't..or she didn't?” You asked him so he got up, he was frustrated you could tell.

“Enough y/n” he walked past you to go back to the bedroom before she'd get up and get on his case for it. He was conflicted, a part of him wanted to share everything with you but he was afraid, he felt guilty.

Next morning your mother avoided you, she was still pissed about the attitude you had given her about your father's will.

“Why is your husband looking like that?” You asked her as you passed her a cup of coffee before sitting next to her, Eric was gardening outside so it was just you two.

“Like what? Like handsome? Like the prettiest boy ever? Have you ever had a guy that looks like him?” She answered you in that infuriating smug manner that made you want to punch her face.

“No like..he fell down the stairs or got beaten up last night” you answered nonchalantly, she hurt him because she was pissed at you, you didn't want to piss her off further because you knew she'd take it out on him again and like always he won't stick up for himself.

“He slipped and hurt himself, clumsy little shit he is at times” she scoffed “What else did he leave for you?” She asked before you both sipped on your coffee at the same time.

“Daddy? Well this house, his car, some investments he had made, his money, his other house and umm a letter, and uhh yeah more money” you answered her, you could see her jaw clenching as she heard that. He left her nothing, absolutely nothing, not a single penny, their divorce was nasty, he had caught her with someone else in bed and lost himself for a while, he knew he wouldn't be able to take care of you like a mother could so she got your custody. But how wrong was he?

You didn't grow up in a rich house but he always put the food on the table. Surprisingly as soon as he got over your mother he only succeeded in life while your mother went back to being a nurse and seducing vulnerable eighteen year old boys.

She didn't love Eric, she wasn't capable of it, she just wanted his money and his body, she just wanted a punching bag she could exploit and abuse. You didn't need more evidence to say that with absolute certainty.

She had a salon appointment so she left in the afternoon, leaving you alone with Eric so you knocked on his door. He had just showered after mowing the lawn, his pale skin was slightly tanned from the sun, he shined like a beautiful diamond and you wanted to wear him on you.

God you really wanted to have him all over you.

Give him all the tender love he never had.

“Ramen?” You asked him so he gave you the sweetest smile.

You were enjoying the time with him, really enjoying being alone with him, listening to him talk, laughing at his jokes, but then you got a phone call from an unknown number so you picked it up. You wished the call could have come a little later because the news did dampen the fun you were having with him. Especially because he freaked out and cried all the way.

You however? You couldn't shed a tear. Not one single drop and that made you feel like a monster. She was your mother and always will be at the end of it all.

The call had came from the hospital, informing you of Dolly's sudden heart attack.

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