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midgarangel · 1 month ago

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Hiii, I didn’t see the one u wrote abt noctis, but I would like to give u a suggestion in case u still planned to do it, maybe something like he gets jealous of u w other guy and the mc finished sucking him off or smthing like that. Btw I love sososo much all ur fics and u have such a good taste !! Tysm for everything ^_^ ♡

ꗃ seven minutes | noctis

summary: partying was never your forte but you find yourself at one with the crown prince, who you happen to have a crush on.

contents: nsfw! noctis x fem reader! p*rn w plot, smut, noct is jealous, secret crush, drinking games (they’re not drunk), seven mins in heaven, oral (both receiving), penetration, semi public sex, alt universe kinda, prompto, luna, and cindy mentioned.

words: 10k…damn i went crazy.

authors note: you’re so sweet, tysm for requesting this!! jealous noct was such a good idea, i hope it’s similar to what you had in mind <3 i couldn’t resist adding some kind of plot lmao.

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It started out as a simple favor for a friend. You were never really the type to spend your weekend partying and drinking in some house on the outskirts of the kingdom, but the crownsguard trials had just ended, and the past week was spent pulling all-nighters. Studying in the library had left you feeling utterly drained. You usually preferred the quiet and peaceful serenity of curling up with a good book in your room, or the occasional coffee and bookstore date with Cindy and Luna. But tonight, you found yourself in the unlikeliest of places, all because you had promised Luna you’d help her ‘unwind’ after a stressful week.

The bass thrummed through the floorboards, rattling the plastic cups strewn across all visible surfaces of what appeared to be an extremely packed house. Everywhere you looked, you could see other people at ease—laughing, dancing or playing drinking games to take their minds off of how badly they’d gotten their asses kicked by the trials.

Luna was in her element. She was always the more social of the two of you, and she already had roped you into drinking with her. She grinned over the rim of her cup, nudging you with her elbow as she shouted above the music.

“Wow, so many people came out tonight!”

You nodded, scanning the crowded space with a contemplative gaze. Some faces were familiar, most were not. Citadel was a huge city but you were among a smaller cohort of future advisors, with whom you shared most of the same interests with. It was unsurprising that you didn’t see many of them here tonight.

Except for one—no, two—standing at the far end of the room leaning against the wall, looking just as out of place as you felt. It wasn’t the fact that you recognized them or that you felt your heart flutter inexplicably in your chest. No, it was the fact that among them stood Noctis—the guy you’d been silently crushing on for a year now. Not to mention he was the crown prince.

For a moment, you considered looking away and pretending you hadn’t seen him at all. It certainly would’ve been easier that way, instead of having to admit that you were staring at him in a very obvious way. But your gaze lingered, unable to take your eyes off of the way his fingers gently grasped the red solo cup in his hand, the way his black hair was slightly tousled, as if he’d either run his hands through it multiple times, or he’d just rolled out of bed and was dragged here, just as you were.

The latter was most likely. In the times you had seen him around the city, whether it was in passing, in the library, or out by the docks fishing, you’d find him either zoning out or completely locked in on what he was doing. You always found the sight endearing and slightly hilarious.

Despite the fact that you’ve spent the better part of a year admiring him from afar, you hadn’t really talked to him much at all. The boy standing to his right, looking much happier to be here than Noctis, was Prompto, who you were much more familiar with.

There had been more than one occasion in which you had to borrow one of his cameras for a project or had been recruited into a study group with him and others in the library. Therefore, your sort-of acquaintanceship, sort-of friendship with Prompto had begun to blossom over time. The fact that he also happened to be Noctis’s best friend was really just a coincidence.

And the fact that Noctis’s blue eyes had now caught your gaze from across the room, and was staring right back at you? That was just poor luck.

You could feel the flush creeping onto your cheeks as you quickly looked away, back to Luna who was now dragging you through the sweaty crowd to refill her cup with the suspiciously strong and not totally horrible tasting jungle juice. You let her refill yours without much protest, though you could still feel eyes burning through your back as you handed her your cup.

“Who’s the guy?” Luna asked, her smile almost teasing as she clinks your plastic cups together before taking a large gulp. She never misses a thing. She knew exactly who he was.

You fake shrugged, forcing yourself to not crane your neck around to stare at the pair again.

“Huh? Oh, just someone from my program. You’ve met Prompto, right?”

He’s definitely come by your apt before to swap cameras, although the interactions were often brief, but polite. Still, you’d be surprised if she didn’t know who he was by now.

“I know Prompto,” She nodded, her eyes crinkling with an almost amused expression, “But I was talking about the hottie standing next to him.” She said, still acting oblivious. She just wanted to hear you finally admit it after all these months.

Your cheeks flushed an ever deeper shade of red. At the sight, she chuckled and exclaimed.

“I knew it! You do have a crush on Noct!”

“Luna!” You hissed at her, but thankfully the sounds of the party drowned out the noise.

It was hardly a secret to Luna that you had a crush. You just never found it pertinent enough to actually warrant a conversation about it. It’s not like you stood a chance with him anyways. He was quieter, yes, but there was no denying that he was popular. He was next in line to become king. Noctis was rarely alone, without Prompto or other members of the official crowns guard following closely behind him. The times you did catch him alone were usually in the library while he was knocked out, and you were trying to find your next read.

Ok, so maybe it was more of an obsession than a crush, but you’d always assumed you did a good job of hiding it. Clearly, you were wrong since it didn’t go unnoticed by Luna. But who could blame you, when Noctis looked like that?

“I can definitely see the appeal,” She smirked. Before you got the chance to reply, she cut you off and asked, “Why don’t we go over there and say hi?”

Your eyes widened, your heart skipping a beat at the idea. Say hi? Now? You’d barely spoken a few full sentences to Noctis in the year you’ve shared trials with him. What the hell would you even talk about here, in a smoke-filled, loud house basement?

“Are you serious?” You almost scoffed at her, shaking your head in vehement objection. “No way! Absolutely not—”

But before you could reject her proposal, she had already started to drag you by the arm, shuffling past scantily clad bodies on the dance floor, to the opposite end of the room. A part of you considered running away right then and there, but the moment Noctis popped back into view, your brain stopped functioning. The sight of him leaning against the wall so nonchalantly in his black tee and dark washed jeans, his head thrown back in a laugh from something funny Prompto must have said, had left your gut stirring and your mouth going dry. You weren’t nearly drunk enough for this.

Prompto spotted you first, his face visibly lighting up as you and Luna slipped past the beer pong players and approached them.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming out tonight.”

You forced yourself to smile, purposely avoiding Noctis’s eyes as Luna’s hand still gripped your arm.

“Oh, hey Prompto. Yeah, I'm here with my friend. You remember Luna, right?”

He nodded in recognition and Luna dropped your hand to wave, her grin infectious, “Nice to see you again.”

Prompto suddenly turned to Noctis, his tone lilted playfully, “Noct, you know her, right? She’s in trials with us.”

Noctis stiffened ever so slightly, his hand tightening around his cup as the attention was brought back to him. The movement was so miniscule, you doubted anyone else had noticed it but you. When his eyes suddenly met yours, you were struck by how breathtaking they were, how they almost seemed to swallow you whole, forcing all semblance of speech or thought out the window along with the rest of your ability to reason. You were left breathless when he spoke, his voice deep and measured.

“Yeah, I know her.”

He knows you. You opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what to say next, but the words died on your tongue. That was it? No elaboration? Even Prompto had expected Noctis to say more, but when he didn’t, Prompto awkwardly cleared his throat and looked back at you and Luna with an almost sheepish expression.

“Right…well, I’m glad you guys could come out tonight. So how do you think you did on that makeshift mission?”

The conversation continued, but Noctis’s attention was already directed elsewhere, as the nearby sound of chanting from other students participating in a drinking game filtered above the blaring music. You watched as he shifted his eyes from yours, almost purposefully not looking in your direction. You weren’t sure why it bothered you as much as it did.

So, as the night progressed, you, Luna, and Prompto continued to converse. You made it a point to not bother attempting to include Noctis in on the conversation. Not that he seemed particularly interested in it anyways. Maybe it was the alcohol starting to infiltrate your system, disinhibiting your usual introverted personality, or maybe it was just the fact that he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but beside you, and your already fragile ego had been wounded. Regardless, your laughs came easier, your smiles wider, your demeanor overall more friendly and familiar with Prompto as you placed a gentle hand on his shoulder when he said something funny, your eyes softening when he said something sweet.

If either Luna or Prompto seemed to notice the difference, neither of them commented on it, though Prompto didn’t seem to mind the subtle flirting. It wasn’t your intention to do so out of pettiness. Prompto was cute, and he did seem to like talking with you. But he wasn’t Noctis, and both you and Luna were well aware of that fact, since your eyes would occasionally and inconspicuously veer towards Noctis, who continued to lean against the wall, looking rigid and impassive.

Eventually, the sound of chanting in the next room grew louder and Luna arched an eyebrow.

“Sounds like they’re having fun over there…you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you play drinking games.” She said, nudging you with her elbow.

Prompto smirked, “Is that so? Maybe we ought to change that.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Noctis’s back straightening at the comment, the liquid in the drink he’s been babysitting sloshing around uneasily. You leaned a little closer to Prompto then, your shoulder grazing against his arm as you roll your eyes.

“I’ve played drinking games before.”

“Yeah? Like what?” Prompto asked, his tone teasing, “Never have I ever? Two truths and a lie?”

Luna giggles at his comment, and you can't help but snicker in response, “No, smartass, this isn’t high school. I mean real drinking games.”

“Well, I’m down if you guys are down,” He offered, to which you can only look nervously at Luna. You knew automatically that her response would be a quick and resounding yes, but you still felt apprehension, especially when Prompto nudged his stoic, stupidly handsome best friend who’d barely spoken a word.

“What do you think, Noct? You wanna join us?”

You held your breath and waited for Noctis’s response as he shrugged nonchalantly, looking almost bored as he answered,

“Sure, I guess.”

Both you and Luna blinked at him, surprised. Neither of you were expecting him to agree. Another round of cheering from the room forced you to look away. You took another long sip of your drink to steady your nerves, though seeing Noctis push himself off the wall so effortlessly, stalking over to where the commotion is coming from, made it just a tad bit more difficult to ignore the thumping of your heart against your ribcage.

The four of you walked up the stairs to enter a crowded living room where everyone sat in a circle, the music blasting through a bluetooth speaker. You shuffled past the people blocking your view in the congested hallway, accidentally brushing your hand against Noctis’s when you stepped into the room—the slight contact sending shockwaves through your body, forcing you to sharply pull away as if he burned you.

It was only then that he finally looked at you, your bodies practically squished together as you tried to adjust your standing position to give him some room. The moment his eyes flickered to yours, you felt your breath hitch in your throat, the sudden close proximity making your pulse quicken. Up close, he looked even more striking. The air was suffocating, and you realized when Luna pressed her body against you from behind, that there was simply no room for you to scurry away, no place to hide in and wait for the partygoers to eventually leave.

This room was even more full than the rest of the house, with people jam-packed together like sardines. When a couple emerged from a nearby closet, their clothes disheveled, lips swollen and breathing heavy, you understood why the sound of cheering was so loud before.

Noctis turned still as a statue, his eyes peering over you with an unreadable expression. For a moment, you were sure he was going to finally say something, but the overhead lights of the living room flickered and your attention was momentarily diverted.

The other students, crouched around the circle with an empty bottle centered between them, notice his presence. Noctis, being the popular guy he is, is immediately called out.

“Look who it is!” A girl you didn’t recognize smiled at him coyly, and you were once again made aware of how out of place you seemed to be. “You’re just in time! We’re starting another round of seven minutes in heaven.”

Your stomach dropped, not just because of the fact that Noctis was immediately dragged into the shenanigans—of course he would be, he’s the prince, he’s good-looking, and people eat up that brooding quiet charm like dessert. You hardly know the man standing beside you at all.

Luna, standing conveniently behind you, had lightly shoved you. The force propelled you forward, causing you to stumble into the circle, making your presence known.

“I-” Noctis started, shaking his head slightly as if to decline.

“Nope, no backing out.” Prompto pushed on his shoulder, almost knocking him into you. Prompto’s smile was mischievous as the girl finally acknowledged that you existed, scanning you up and down as he added, “You too. Time to prove that you can handle a real party game.”

You stammered out a protest, shooting Prompto a look that could set the house on fire, but the girl simply shrugged and said, “Sure, come on over.”

Luna beamed at you as you were forced into the game, watching the bottle spin round and round. The first couple chosen stayed inside the closet for the full seven minutes, and maybe a few seconds longer. The entirety of that time, the group had listened in, cackling as the sound of thumping against the walls of the linen closet and a loud moan were heard. You were utterly mortified having to sit there and watch the scene unfold. At least Noctis, who was sitting criss-crossed on the floor next to you, appeared to be just as uncomfortable as you were.

When the timer went off and someone knocked on the door, the couple tumbled out of it, looking pleased and flushed all at once. You quickly ducked your head when the bottle spun again, exhaling in relief when the next two people were called, and neither of them were you.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you found yourself muttering under your breath bitterly as the minutes dragged on. “What a nightmare.”

Noctis let out a quiet laugh and your eyes widened, your head immediately whipping to the side towards the sound. “Tell me about it.”

Heat crept up your neck at the realization that it’s you he’s talking to. A small, lopsided smile tugged on your lips as you replied, “Well, you look as thrilled to be here as I am.”

A pause ensued, and for a split second you started to feel the fear flooding your nervous system once more. Had you said the wrong thing? Was he just trying to be polite? Does he secretly hate you, and that’s why he’s barely said a word this entire time?

“That obvious, huh?” He voiced after a moment, scratching at his nape. His fingers brushed against his disheveled, dark-colored hair. Your legs felt like gelatin when he smiled at you. It’s a small, almost strained smile, but a smile nonetheless.

Before you could respond, a loud voice cut through the music and chatter, “Alright, seven minutes is up!”

Someone stood to knock on the door and the game continued. You’re not sure how many couples had entered and exited the closet, nor how many minutes you’ve been sitting there, quietly reeling over the fact that Noctis actually spoke to you.

Eventually, when the bottle spins again and lands on Prompto, you're so swept up by that brief interaction with Noctis, that you didn’t even notice the second spin of the bottle, or the fact that it landed on you.

A hand shakes your shoulder, your face crumpling in confusion as Luna chuckles, “Your turn!”

“Wait, what?” You fumble over your words as faces you can barely place names to, hands you don’t recognize tug and pull on your body.

The shock is evident on your face as you’re pushed and shoved into a small, cramped space. Prompto’s body practically collides with yours before you even get the chance to fully register what’s happening. And yet, despite the staunch dismay and bewilderment of the situation, your eyes stay fixed on the only face in the crowd who doesn’t look as exuberant as the rest. As the door slammed in your face, the only sight you see, etched into your mind like a tattoo that will probably never fade, is that of Noctis clenching his fists at his side, his jaw tightened and his eyes displaying an emotion you’ve never seen on him before.

The light in the closet, a single, dimly-lit exposed bulb above your head flickered. Your heart stuttered, your body frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. You didn’t even try to move from that spot until Prompto cleared his throat, his cheeks tinged pink as he says, “Well…this took a turn.”

A deep exhale escaped your body, a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in flowed through you and your back slumped against the wall. A part of you wanted to bury your head in your hands and groan, but you didn’t want to hurt Prompto’s feelings. This was the very last thing you wanted to happen tonight, and had you known while you were getting ready in the mirror earlier that evening that this was how the night would turn out? You would’ve kept your ass inside your room.

Outside, the party carried on, the sound of muffled laughter and drunken chatter seeping through the cracks of the door. Your hand reached for the door handle. Locked. Of fucking course it is.

“Umm…” Prompto spoke hesitantly, his eyes shifting away from yours as he too slumped against the opposite wall, his legs pressing against yours in the confined space, “Are you alright?”

You could’ve lied. Or you could’ve let the alcohol take over and just do what everyone expected you to do. But you didn’t do either of those things.

“Fine,” You croaked out, your mind still racing with thoughts of Noctis watching you being thrust into a linen closet with his best friend.

Why does it matter? Why would he care? He’d barely spoken a word to you all night—if you really wanted to let loose and forget about your stupid, pointless infatuation with him, this would be the perfect opportunity to do so. Yet, the iciness of his gaze, the cold, dead stare as his eyes met yours…something about it had set something off inside of you, flipped a switch you didn’t even know was there. Your body felt hot, too hot, and you couldn’t get the image out of your head.

“We don’t have to do anything,” Prompto offered awkwardly, his voice small as he finally met your eyes again. “We can just sit and talk, if that’s what you would prefer.”

You nodded and swallowed a lump in your throat. You’re unsure how much time had passed before you found your voice again. “I probably shouldn’t have come to this stupid party.”

Prompto didn’t reply right away. When he did, his eyes softened, “You’re not having fun?”

“No, not really.” You admitted, reluctantly. Another sigh escaped you, and although you know Prompto, know that he’s not the type to judge you or do anything untoward, your anxiety remains.

He probably sensed it, since he didn’t make any attempt at moving closer, nor pressing you for further explanation. He eventually let out a quiet chuckle.

“Yeah, I kind of figured that. Noctis isn’t really the partying type either. I’m guessing Luna is the reason you’re here?”

You let out a sound halfway between a scoff and a sigh, “Pretty much, yeah.”

He adjusted in his seat, his knees knocking against yours as he tucked his knees to his chest, allowing you more room so you don’t have to touch him. He really is such a gentleman. You almost felt bad for resenting this as much as you did.

“Can I ask you something?” You blurted out before you could stop yourself.

He nodded, prompting you to continue.

“Is Noctis usually like that?” The question slipped out before you could stop it, your cheeks heating at the mere mention of him.

“Like what?” Prompto arched an eyebrow, “Emotionless, with a stick up his ass?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of you, but his teasing does help relax you a little. “I was going to say quiet. He’s barely spoken a word all night.”

“Sometimes.” He shrugged, “Depends on who he’s with.”

You hummed in response, and when Prompto shifted his eyes back to yours, his smile curved slightly, as if he knew exactly why you’re asking, “He’s weird like that. It’s like he’s a different person around people he likes.”

“People he likes?” You repeated, hating the way your tone almost sounded hopeful.

“Not like that,” Prompto chuckled again, shaking his head, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him interested in anyone like that. Well…maybe one person. But he’s the type that likes to bide his time.”

You’re not quite sure how to respond to that. Your mind goes back to the that girl who seemed to know him but the fact that he responded to her makes you wonder. Is she that one person? Is he just not the type to date, after all?

You’d spent so much time watching him from afar, when you could’ve found out all of this information yourself. What good did it do, wasting your time yearning for him? Where did it land you? Here, inside of a closet with Prompto.

The topic shifted back to something more light-hearted as Prompto attempted to make you feel more at ease. It worked after a while, and the two of you fell into easy banter, joking about pointless topics. That is, until the seven minutes were up and the knock on the door came. Your body physically relaxed at the sound. Those few minutes felt like an eternity, and the last thing you needed was more teasing from the crowd. Thank god it’s over, you thought to yourself as it swung open, revealing the rest of the party leering over the sight of you.

Your eyes immediately fell onto Luna, whose grin stretched from ear to ear. Her smile dimmed, however, when she realized that not a hair had been moved out of place, not a stitch of clothing had come undone. It’s obvious she was hoping for a little bit of excitement to gossip about later tonight, while drunkenly walking home. You might’ve rolled your eyes at the pout on her face had you not noticed Noctis standing a few feet away, watching you. He leaned back against the wall as his arms crossed over his chest, his steely gaze fixed on you.

Your steps faltered, and your breath caught in your throat. Why was he looking at you like that?

Noctis had watched you disappear into that closet with his friend. Not only had you not volunteered to participate in the ridiculous game, but you weren’t even given the choice of entering the closet with someone of your own choosing. What had he been thinking, when he watched that door slam in your face? He couldn’t possibly care that much, not when he could barely stand to look at you, could barely breathe any utterances in your direction.

Prompto, stepping out behind you, let out a low chuckle as he stretched his arms, “I need a drink. You want one?”

You barely heard him, your frown deepening as Noctis walked away, disappearing into the crowd as he exited the room. What the hell was that?

“I’ll take that as a yes,” You heard Prompto say as he quickly shuffled out of sight.

Luna emerged at your side a moment later, looping her arm through yours as she cackled loudly, “Don’t tell me you just sat there and talked for seven minutes.”

Your face burned. “Shut up.”

She just laughed harder in response, shaking her head at you, “When are you going to learn to live a little?”

You rolled your eyes and ignored her comment, but as time passed and you continued to stand there, watching the ridiculous spectacle continue to unfold as more couples entered and exited the closet, you couldn’t stop wracking your brain over the strange encounter.

You tried to shake it off, sipping at your drink that Prompto had returned with, even smiling a little when Luna was eventually selected and winked at you before disappearing into the closet with some dark-haired stranger. Still, Noctis lingered in your mind—the fact that he hadn’t returned had stuck with you, as did the expression on his face when he left. You weren’t sure why you were still standing there. Maybe you were simply waiting for Luna to be finished. Maybe you were trying to convince yourself that you weren’t actually thinking about him.

Regardless, your attention was divided when Luna eventually came out with her lipstick smudged and a giggle at her lips. You smirked at the sight, and at the crowd whooping and cheering.

You didn’t notice the presence lurking behind you at first. It wasn’t until another hand was placed on the bottle, to spin it once again that you felt a shiver go down your spine.

“I’ll play again,” A low voice spoke above the chatter, and your body stilled at the sound.

You turned your head slightly, the air suddenly thick and charged with something you couldn’t name as your eyes met Noctis’s. The air was ripped from your lungs. Your heart stuttered. He didn’t say a word, didn’t acknowledge your presence as he turned to the girl running the game.

“Didn’t get picked the first time?” She teased, stepping back as he leaned down to spin the bottle himself. “Go ahead. Dealer’s choice.”

The entire group reacted instantly. A ripple of interest, some laughing, others watching intently. Even Luna’s eyebrows shot up to her forehead, watching with clear intrigue as the bottle spun round and round. Everything felt in slow motion, as if time itself had stopped the moment the bottle finally came to a stop, and all eyes flickered to you.

No. No, that can’t be right.

Your eyes lifted from the glass bottle, catching the flickering of the overhead lights reflected against its surface. There was no mistaking it. The bottle was pointed to you, and you alone.

For a moment, you wondered if Luna was playing a prank on you. You wondered if Noctis had made a grievous mistake and meant to land it on that other girl, who he clearly knows better than he knows you. But the second you faced him, the moment you saw the way his jaw had set, his blue eyes expressing something you couldn’t name, you were struck by reality like a slap across the face.

And in that moment where everything had paused, the only thing grounding you to the present was him. You couldn’t even imagine what your expression must have looked like as Luna’s hands began to push you forward, back into that small, restricted space. The strange thing about it was that he didn’t even look shocked. He didn’t seem surprised at all, when you went in there with him.

The door slammed shut and the force of it must have caused the single, exposed lightbulb in the closet to blow out, because you were suddenly entrenched in darkness. Your heart was beating so rapidly you were sure he could hear it, could feel the way your body burned beside him.

He shifted on his feet, unintentionally trapping you there in front of him. In the somewhat darkness, you could just barely make out the tips of his hair, or the blue of his eyes as they locked onto you. Your back pressed against the wall, and you could feel how close his body was to yours.

“The…the light went out,” You said foolishly, feeling the need to speak just to fill the silence. At least then, maybe he wouldn’t hear the shaky exhales escaping you.

“Yeah.” He replied, and the softness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You could feel the heat coming off of his body, though he wasn’t quite touching you. Even the noise of the party outside was drowned out by the sound of your shared quiet breaths and you silently prayed to whatever deity that might be watching your pitiful self flush scarlet, that he wouldn’t notice.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, his voice low and even, cut through the silence.

“We don’t have to do anything.”

Your stomach twisted, your nervousness palpable. The words were meant to reassure you, and on some level it did. But this was seven minutes in heaven and you were here with him . When else would you ever get this chance to be close to him again? What opportunities would you be rewarded, going back to admiring him from afar—your latent, hopeless crush?

“I know,” You said in response, your voice barely above a whisper. “Prompto said the same thing.”

Based on his reaction, it was probably the wrong thing to say. The silence thickened and the darkness amplified every sound—the slight rustle of clothing as he shifted again, the barely-there hitch in his throat. He was closer now, close enough that you could feel him towering above you, and if you moved just an inch, your chest would be pressed against his.

“Prompto, huh?” He spoke again, his voice lower than before, a slight rumble in his tone, “Did you want to be in here with him?”

Something in his tone made you falter. You could barely see his eyes in the dark, but you could feel his breath against your face now, could tell by his expression that the question wasn’t joking, nor was it casual.

Your tongue felt swollen in your mouth, your throat dry as you replied, “No, not at all. I didn’t want to be in here with anyone.”

Another pause ensued.

“But you’re here now.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, “I am.”

Seven minutes. You had seven minutes to make the most of this opportunity. You knew logically that after tonight, you might never interact with Noctis again. Outside of this moment, with his breath mingling with yours in this tiny, cramped space—the warm air hitting your cheek as you gazed up at him—you might never have the chance to be courageous like this again.

“Noctis,” You began to say, noticing the way his body visibly stiffened at the sound of his name, “Did…you choose me on purpose?”

His breath hitched in his throat again, and for a split second, you immediately regretted asking the question out loud. It’s a stupid thought—he barely knows you.

But your anxious thoughts were laid to rest when he finally replied.

“What if I did?” He whispered, his hand coming to rest against the wall, effectively caging you in.

Your fingers clenched at your sides. You hesitated to speak, licking your lips before forcing yourself to breathe again, “I—”

The way he asked the question, soft and sure, sent a sharp current through you, curling at the base of your spine, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Heat rushed through you in a way you’ve never experienced before—a desire so formidable it took you by surprise, ripping the words right out of your mouth.

“I meant what I said.” He interrupted, his expression unreadable as his palm against the wall clenched to a fist, “We can just stay like this. No expectations.”

His body, still hovering over you, tensed. He hesitated, and in that brief moment of reluctance, you realized what was so difficult for you to see before. He chose this, chose you, for a reason. It wasn’t because of the alcohol, or the stupid game.

You took a deep, shaky breath, mustering up the confidence to look him in the eye to see a heaviness in his gaze that you’ve never seen before. You didn’t need to use your words to show him what it was that you wanted. You’d wasted enough time, trying to come up with the right thing to say, only to chicken out at the last minute. Slowly and unsure, you lifted your hand in the darkness, grazing against the fabric of his shirt. It was barely a touch, hardly anything. And yet, the moment you made contact, he froze.

For a moment, he was rooted to the spot, as if turned to stone. Then, as if a dam had burst inside of him, he surged forward. Something in him finally snapped and he pushed you back, pinning you with the weight of his body. The motion stole the breath from your lungs and you gasped when you felt the hard, solid heat of him. He used the opening without hesitation, his fingers tangling in your hair, tilting your head back as he leaned in.

“Tell me to stop,” He murmured feverishly, his lips centimeters from yours, “and I will.”

Stopping was the last thing on your mind. All you wanted, all you needed, was for him to keep going. Your lips parted, but no protest came. For once, you let your actions speak for you as you pressed your lips to his, lost in the heat of the moment.

It was a soft, tentative kiss. Your lips barely tasted his before he let out a strangled sound in the back of his throat. Before you got the chance to pull away, his grip on your hair tightened and he hungrily claimed your lips with his own.

It was heated, hungry and messy—and it was everything you had wanted and more. There was no hesitation, no room for second thoughts, only the inevitable. A soft, broken sound escaped you, and it wrecked him. He pulled you closer, his mouth moving against yours with a desperation that left you reeling, as if he were trying to consume every last piece of you. You deepened the kiss with an urgency that surprised you, your fingers gripping onto his shoulders as if to tether you to the present.

He groaned softly against your mouth, his tongue delving past your lips. His other arm circled around your waist, anchoring you to him as you slowly began to lose yourself in the sensation of him—his intoxicating scent, the hint of alcohol on his tongue, making your head spin. Your spine was practically glued to the wall, his body crushing you in a way that should’ve hurt in such a confined space, but the intimacy of it all only strengthened your hunger for him.

You should slow down before it goes too far. You should put an end to it before these seven minutes are up. You should stop before you're forced to face the world outside of this small slice of darkness, of depravity, that you could only ever experience in your innermost hidden fantasies. But the idea of stopping now, especially as Noctis’s knee slid between your thighs, nudging them apart as his hand slowly traveled down your side, was inconceivable to you.

His hips rocked against yours, the thick ridge of his erection grinding against the softness between your legs, forcing a low moan from your lips as your fingernails dug into the muscles of his back. His deathlike grip on your hair tightened as his mouth moved to your jaw, his breath coming in rapid pants as he nipped and sucked at the skin.

“Noctis…” you gasped, his name falling from your lips like a plea.

He shuddered at the sound of your voice, as if trying to reign in his desire. You whimpered, your head falling back against the wall as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. He panted against your skin, speaking rushedly in between kisses.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much you occupy my mind?”

A rush of desire flooded you, centering between your thighs and making you squirm against his knee. You instinctively grinded against him, the damp fabric of your lace panties pressed first against the fabric of his jeans as your skirt lifted.

So much was happening, too much for you to reason or rationalize. You tore at him with an animalistic side of you you’ve never felt before, clawing at his back, rubbing against him, whining and whimpering as he nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, down to your clavicle. You were sure, right then and there, that he was about to hike your skirt up and fuck you senseless against the wall. You couldn’t stand it anymore, and tugged impatiently on his own hair while he continued to fist yours, to bring your lips to his again. You needed to taste him, to savor him on your tongue, knowing you may never get the chance to do so again.

And in that moment your mouths collided once more, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper into a hole you knew you wouldn’t be able to crawl out from. A part of you wondered if this was all a dream, if you’d perhaps drank way too much and passed out somewhere, dazedly fantasizing about this very scene. But reality came crashing down before either of you were ready, and a knock came at the door.

“Fuck…” You murmured when he finally lifted his head, his heavy breath mingling with yours.

When you finally caught his eyes again, the sight of him looking so thoroughly kissed, hair mussed, lips swollen, cheeks flushed with desire, nearly undid you. You could feel a sharp throbbing deep within your core, causing you to squeeze your thighs together. He groaned at the sensation, his knee still pressed tight against your soaked cunt, covered only by a ruined pair of panties.

The visceral unease his blue eyes had cultivated within you, the knot in your stomach, the slight tremble of your hands at the thought of his perfect, pale face contorted into something resembling pleasure because of something you may have done, had you thinking utterly sinful thoughts. But then the knock came again and Noctis let out a low, frustrated growl for an entirely different reason. The spell had finally shattered.

You started to push on his chest.

“Noctis, we…we have to-”

He didn’t budge. You were more drunk off of him than you were the alcohol, and even though the party outside was still ongoing and the seven minutes were over, some primal urge took over as his eyes stayed fixed on you, dark and full of lust. You barely registered what was happening when you saw Noctis lift his hand towards the closet door. For a second, you thought maybe he was going to open it and walk out, but he made no attempts at letting you go.

Instead, he pressed his hand against the door and you could see the lights from the cracks beneath it, filtering from what appeared to be outside.

“CROWN CITY POLICE! COPS ARE HERE! EVERYBODY OUT!”

The shout came from within the house and you could hear the chaos outside of the door. Your eyes widened in panic as you heard the rush of movement, followed by a chorus of shouting. You felt a pit in your stomach as you struggled to break away.

Noctis pulled his hand from the door to cage you against the wall again as doors slammed, and people scrambled out of the house. The party was emptying. You had to get out of there, fast, before the cops came.

You swallowed hard, your breath ragged and your entire body flustered and disoriented as you slowly pried your fingers away from his shirt.

“I…we-”

But before you could fully pull away to reach for the door, before you could put any distance between you, Noctis’s hand shot out again, threading his fingers through your hair and yanking hard, pulling you back to him. You gasped at the sensation, feeling a tinge of pain and desire as he cornered you against the wall again. Your body shivered as he leaned in close to your ear.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Your pulse roared in your ears, your body practically melting against his as he grazed your ear with his teeth.

“Noctis…”

His mouth moved down your neck without any rush or urgency. It was as if he was enjoying it—taking his sweet time in watching you fall apart.

The chaos outside had slowly faded until there was only silence—the two of you forgotten inside of this closet as the party cleared out. He didn’t seem to care at all that there were cops coming, although from the suspicious quiet, you couldn’t help but wonder…

The flashing of the lights from outside, the flickering overhead, and the blown out light of the closet you were trapped in…It all started to piece together.

He paused, letting the silence of the empty house sink in as he pulled away to look at you. No more shouting, no more rushing footsteps. You blinked, dazedly.

“There are no cops outside, are there?”

He softly shook his head, smirking softly as you finally pieced it together. You stuttered,

“Your powers-”

“Elemancy. Just a spell.” He finished for you, flickering the light of the closet back on, emerging you both from darkness. It was more apparent now just how close the two of you were. With his body crushing yours against him, his fingers still threaded through your hair, his mouth hovering above your own. “Magic, I guess.”

He devoured your lips again, tangling his tongue with yours. He wasn’t giving you a chance to breathe, to speak at all. The fact that he’d manipulated the situation to keep you here with him. He didn’t give a fuck about the party, he’d only wanted to prolong this moment of holding you in his arms for as long as possible, damn the consequences.

You let out a shaky sigh, clinging onto him with desperation as you kissed him back. You felt tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. After so long, to know that your feelings weren’t ignored, weren’t being rejected. It seemed too good to be true.

“Stay with me.” He murmured against your lips.

It didn’t sound like much of a request. It sounded more like a command, especially with the way he tugged on your hair, baring your throat to him and moving his lips there once again. His hips jerked forward and you could feel the way the softness of your body pressed against his erection, strained against the fabric of his jeans.

You let out a lewd sound, moaning loudly as he bit at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. His hand slid under the hem of your skirt, fingers skimming along the smooth skin of your thigh, inching higher and higher until he could feel the heat of your pussy through the damp fabric of your panties. Noctis groaned into your neck, his hips jerking forward as he rubbed his fingers along your clothed slit.

“You’re so wet,” He whispered against your skin, his fingers teasing at your entrance as he pushed your panties aside, “Did I do that to you?”

You could only whimper in response as he continued to tease you. His other hand slowly moved from your hair, traveling under your shirt to feel the expanse of skin burning against his hand.

“Seven minutes is not nearly enough time for what I want to do.” He muttered, grazing his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent and reveling in the way you felt—so warm and soft, fully submitting to him.

“I—I didn’t think…” You shivered as his hand traveled up to the lace of your bra, teasing the edges of it, “you noticed me…”

He paused his movements then, his expression suddenly serious as he pulled his face from your neck, “How could I not notice you?”

You’re speechless for a moment, unsure of what to say when he slowly removed his hands from under your skirt, from the underwire of your bra. You almost whined in protest at the loss of contact, but when you saw him slowly sink down to his knees, your eyes widened.

Noctis’s blue eyes flickered up to meet yours as he knelt before you, blazing with an intensity that stole your breath. His cheeks were tinged pink, his mouth slightly parted, his eyes hooded. He looked almost delirious with his desire for you as he slowly trailed his fingers up your thighs, hooking around the waistband of your panties.

His touch lingered on your skin, and you gawked at him.

“I’ve noticed everything about you since the moment I first saw you.”

He slowly began to drag your panties down your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued to speak.

“I’ve noticed the way your cheeks flush when you’re nervous, how your eyes light up when you laugh,” He said in a low voice, tossing your panties aside carelessly, his hands gripping your hips. You could feel the heat of it, the promise of what was to come and you trembled in anticipation.

“I’ve noticed the way you bite your lip when you’re concentrating,” He pressed a soft kiss to your inner thigh, “especially when you’re reading during trials”

Your breath hitched and he looked up at you again, smiling softly, “I’ve noticed you watching me sleep. Why else do you think I go to the library on weekends?”

You thought about stammering out a sheepish reply, a protest maybe. But then his mouth is back on your thighs again, his hands squeezing your hips as you look down at him.

“And I’ve definitely noticed the way you look at me,” His breath hovered over your bared center, so close to where you wanted him to be. “Like you wanna devour me.”

He leaned in closer, running his tongue along your soaked slit in a slow, teasing lick that has you gasping and fisting your hands in his black hair. He hummed in satisfaction at your reaction, his grip tightening on your hips.

“I wanna do the same.”

And with that, he delved in, his mouth latching onto your dripping cunt like a man starved. Your head fell back against the wall as a moan tore from your throat. He groaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine. He ate you out like he couldn’t get enough, like his sole purpose on earth was to be here, between your thighs. He’s determined to make you come as he focused his attention on your clit, sucking on it gently as his eyes flickered up to meet yours and you nearly came undone just like that—just from the sight of him on his knees, spreading you open and feasting on you with wild abandon.

At the same time, he slid two fingers deep inside of you, fucking you with his fingers and his tongue, as you bucked your hips against him, seeking that friction that made you lose control. You couldn’t help it. You felt your thighs start to tremble, your ragged breathing coming out in sharp gasps. You teetered on the edge so quickly and he knew it, doubling his efforts as his tongue moved against you faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you, all in an effort to feel you coming on his face.

You gripped his hair so tightly, you’re sure you’re probably hurting him. If he cared, he didn’t show it. He just moved faster, spreading you open with his long fingers, riding the waves of your pleasure as you shattered against his mouth. You could tell he enjoyed it by the way he was lapping at you like you’re the most decadent of wines, the most delicious nectar he’s ever tasted. He didn’t stop licking you, drinking in your ecstasy like he was addicted to it until your orgasm started to subside. He slowed the soft strokes of his tongue over your sensitive flesh, as he felt the way you clamped down around his fingers, pulsating and squeezing him tight.

“Oh…oh my god…Noctis,” You whispered shakily, your entire body wracked with tremors as he pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them dry as he finally moved away to breathe.

He looks so good like this , you thought to yourself—palming his aching cock in his jeans, face glistening with your release, gasping for air like he’s ran a marathon.

But he’s not done with you yet, and he wasted no time standing from his knees, mouth crashing against yours as his hands slid under your skirt to grip onto your ass, lifting you effortlessly against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he practically manhandled you. You could taste yourself on his lips as he covered your mouth with his, moaning against your lips.

“You taste so good.”

He rocked his hips against yours. The friction of his hard, throbbing cock trapped in his jeans, rubbing against your bare pussy was absolutely maddening.

One hand slid up your side to wrap around your throat, his thumb brushing over your racing pulse point, not hard enough to choke you, but enough to remind you who was in charge here. He pulled you hard against him so you could feel every inch of his desire for you.

Almost crying out at the feeling, the denim of his jeans gree damp with your arousal.

He let out a deep, broken sound from the back of his throat. He reached down with his free hand, fumbling with the button of his jeans before popping it open and shoving them down enough to free his erection.

You watched as his cock sprung out, long and leaking with precum. Your mouth nearly watered at the sight.

He teased your entrance, coating his length with your slickness, and you gasped at the feeling, at the heat of his velvety skin as he slid against you, moving the swollen head against your clit.

“Oh…oh fuck…”

“Tell me you want it,” He demanded, his voice low and guttural as he squeezed your throat again. “Tell me and I’ll give you everything.”

You could barely speak, barely do much of anything but mewl and whimper against him as he claimed your lips again. Even if you could speak, you doubt you’d be able to say anything of substance, but he still wouldn’t fuck you—not until you verbally said yes, not until you made it clear this is what you wanted.

He kissed you sloppily, his fingers pressing against your neck as you mouthed feverishly, “Please…please-”

His hand moved from your throat to rip at your shirt, tugging the fabric up and off in one swift movement. He took a moment to just look at you, the way your chest heaved with each shaky breath, the way your skin reddened and your lips parted as you gasped for air. His mouth moved to the tops of your breasts, his hand caressing and squeezing the soft flesh through your bra, feeling your nipples hardening under his touch.

“I need a yes” He whispered sharply, moving his hand to guide his hard length to your entrance.

“Yes! I want it!” You practically yelled, impatient and needy. “Fuck…yes, please-”

He groaned, tugging your bra down to take your nipple into his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. You’re a shaking, moaning mess when he finally surged forward, slowly sinking your body down onto his cock. He barely gave you any warning as he buried himself inside of you with one smooth motion and you felt so full of him, so blissfully stretched open that you almost screamed out the wrong name again.

“Noctis!” You squealed, trying to control the volume of your voice, knowing there’s no more chattering or music to drown out the sounds of your pleasure.

The discomfort is there for only a second as you adjust to his size. He lets out a guttural groan, his lips releasing your nipple with a pop as he begins to give the other one the same treatment.

“God…you feel so perfect. Even better than I imagined.”

You clawed at his shoulders, burying your face against his neck as he pulled out to the tip before slamming your hips down onto him again. You whimpered as he set a brutal pace; The impact of him fucking up into you was hard enough to cause the hangers in the closet to fall off of the rod.

He growled against your skin, biting down hard enough to leave a mark on your neck.

“I’ve thought about this so many times, lying in bed at night, stroking my cock to the thought of you taking me like this, squeezing tight around me. You like it like this, don’t you?”

His hands gripped onto your ass hard enough to leave bruises as he pounded into you, the obscene sound of it filling the tiny room.

“Y-yes,” You admitted, the sound muffled as you sobbed into his neck.

His body was pressed so tight against yours that every moment he made inside of you, had his pelvis grinding against your clit, sending shockwaves of ecstasy straight into your throbbing cunt. You could hardly stand it, could hardly stand how rough he was being with you. You hadn’t anticipated any of this, but now that you’ve felt every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock sheathed inside of you, you couldn’t imagine ever doing this with anyone else.

“I wanted to be gentle,” He rasped greedily as he yanked at your hair again, tilting your head back to kiss you, swallowing your cries as he fucks you harder, faster. The head of his cock slammed against that perfect spot inside of you with each powerful thrust, making you see stars.

“I wanted to take my time with you and enjoy this, but I can’t wait any longer.”

“I…I can’t-” You tried to speak, but your words came out a garbled mess as he pulled his lips away, pressing his forehead against yours as he huffs into the air.

“Yes, you can,” He groaned, accentuating every word with a deep thrust, “You can take it, baby.”

The look of complete and utter desperation in your eyes must have set something off in him because he continues to feverishly rut into you, moaning your name in the most beautiful tone you’ve ever heard, his eyes pinching shut as his face contorted in pleasure. The sight of him so pussy drunk had you coiled so tightly, you felt ready to burst.

“Please,” You cried, lost in the haze of sensation, your voice echoing off the closet walls as your nails dug into his skin, “please don’t stop. I’m so close…”

He could feel you tightening around him, your legs starting to shake, your walls starting to flutter. His radiant blue eyes flashed with something almost animalistic as he kept his dick deep inside of you, grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clit with every shallow thrust until you felt your nerves set aflame.

“Then come for me,” He demanded, his voice raw and desperate, causing the last remainder of your resolve to snap. “Let me feel you.“

All in an instant, before you could even process it, your body seized and you came with a sharp, piercing cry, sucking him in with your throbbing cunt as wave after wave of the most mind blowing orgasm you’ve ever experienced, flooded your entire nervous system. You clung to him, trembling and mewling as you’re pulled under the waves of rapture, and you knew right then and there that Noctis had absolutely ruined you for anyone else.

He held onto you tight, his hand still fisted in your hair. His other arm wrapped around your waist as he emptied himself inside of you, capturing your mouth in a passionate, almost tender kiss—so unlike the harsh, feral and animalistic lovemaking from before, if you could even call it that. But as you both come down from your high, he doesn’t stop kissing you, doesn’t stop rocking his hips into you to prolong your pleasure as much as possible. He wanted to come inside of you but the pressures of being king one day lingered in his mind.

Noctis kept you there for who knows how long, softening inside of you as he gently lets you down from against the wall. You could barely breathe, could barely stand or move, but he’s so gentle with you as he helped you onto your feet, pulling out of you slowly. You winced from the sensitivity, the slight ache between your thighs, but he continued to kiss you as you felt the stickiness down your thighs.

“You did so good for me,” He murmured against your lips, his voice softer than before, his touch reverent as he caressed your damp hair back, out of your eyes.

“My good girl.”

“Noctis…” You sighed, your voice hoarse from all the moaning.

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to your head.

“Yes?”

You looked up at him, seeing the loving gaze in his eyes, causing your heart to thump in your chest for an entirely different reason. He’s always looked beautiful to you, whether he was smiling at something stupid Promoto said in trials, or dozing off in the library. But here, you thought to yourself—drenched in sweat, eyes glazed over and a goofy smile on his face—he looks more beautiful than you’ve ever seen him.

“Can I taste you too?” You whispered shyly.

He shuddered as he felt you lightly tug on his cock, peppering his face with tiny kisses was enough for him to give in.

“You don’t have to…”

But you were already kneeling.

“Too late.”

With a soft giggle, you trace your tongue along the length of him. He reaches out, his fingers tangling gently in your hair, guiding it away from your face.

His voice is soft but commanding as he whispers, "Come up here for a second." Obediently, you rise to your knees, leaning in as he places two soft kisses on your lips. The gesture is tender, and intimate. It speaks volumes.

You lower yourself again, your lips hovering just above his dick. Starting at the base, you let your tongue glide upward, slow and carefully. The light touch is barely there, more a tease of your breath and warmth than anything else, but it’s enough to make his body jerk in response.

A broken whimper escapes his lips, his voice barely audible as he murmurs, "Fuck..." His restraint is fraying, unraveling with every flick of your tongue and every teasing kiss.

You smile, savoring the way his body reacts to your every move.

As your lips glide over the sensitive head of Noctis’s dick, you gently swirl your tongue in slow, deliberate circles. His sharp intake of breath is a symphony to your ears, and the low, strained sigh that follows makes your pulse quicken.

His grip on your hair tightens, the pressure both commanding and gentle, urging you to keep going. You slide your tongue down savoring the way his body reacts to every touch. Without hesitation, you take him deeper into your mouth, letting his length sink into the wet heat of your tongue and lips.

"Ahh, fuck," Noctis whimpers, his voice shaky and raw.

His hand presses against the back of your head, not forcefully, but with enough insistence to hold you in place. You fall into a rhythm, your mouth working diligently as you hollow your cheeks.

"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." Noctis’s quiet groans and labored breaths spur you on, each sound proof of his unraveling.

As your hands join in, massaging the base of his cock, you glance up to see his expression. His teeth are buried in his bottom lip, and his head is tilted back, eyes locked on the ceiling then instantly back on you. You started to swirl your tongue back and forth along his shaft as you took him a little deeper, letting his tip just kiss the back of your throat.

“Keep going…just like that.” His praise is everything and his voice is so raspy.

You hum in response, the vibrations making his hips buck against your flushed face. Your delicate licks turned into sloppy gags as he thrusted a bit faster to fuck your reddened little face.

He came down your throat with a low whimper as you tried to drink every last drop of him. You could hear a low shudder in his voice as he watched you lap up his cum.

He helped you up, pulling you in for a kiss. He could taste himself on your lips, a hazy smile on both of your faces.

“Let’s get out of here.”

After a few more pecks, and getting dressed, you and Noctis slowly exited the closet hand in hand.

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CINDY LOU WHO. cedric diggory

( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N helps her crush and longtime best friend, Cedric Diggory, get with another girl. Deep down, she knows she’ll never be the bright and bubbly girl Cedric wants. She’ll always be the cunning snake with a knack for starting fights.

“Cindy Lou is bright, bubbly, and extraordinary… she’s everything I’m not.”

A/N: I do take requests so feel free to ask for one :). I mainly write for Maze Runner, Harry Potter, PJO, and Hunger Games

Guess you make him happy like I couldn't do. Cindy Lou Who. With your hair so long, lips so red. Maybe we met once, I forget

Scrolling five years back, I'm obsessed. Breaking my heart, 'tis the season, I guess. The snow's gonna fall and the tree's gonna glisten. And I'm gonna puke at the thought of you kissin'

“The boy who I love who's now in love with you. Cindy Lou Who.”

Y/N sighed as she impatiently checked her watch and tapped her foot against the stone floor. It was almost curfew and Cedric was still a no show. The rules were less strict now that school was done, but Y/N had a reputation to live up to. It was the least she could do with all the trouble she had caused this year.

“Y/N.” Cedric jogged towards her, looking out of breath. She arched an eyebrow and her gaze scanned his untidy uniform.

“… Do I even want to ask?” She questioned.

“Ah.” Cedric sheepishly smiled, “My friends and I were playing hide and seek. It was a pretty intense game.” Even during his senior years, Cedric was still the bright-eyed kid Y/N had grown up with.

“Right. Well, why did you want to see me? You know how I don’t like going out before curfew.” Y/N folded her arms over her chest, “Plus, you’re late.” She quickly added.

“I know. I’m sorry about that. I just had to grab this.” Cedric pulled out a black box, smiling. He carefully opened it, showing the necklace to Y/N. “Do you recognize the crystal?” He questioned, making Y/N scoff.

“Of course I do. It’s my birth month crystal. (Insert crystal).”

Cedric grinned. “You still know so much more about gems than me. You should’ve been put in Ravenclaw.”

“Oh, please. If I was put there, I would be sleeping in the hallways. I can’t figure out riddles.”

Cedric playfully nudged her with his elbow. “Don’t say that. You’re smart.”

The pair walked beside each other as the moonlight shone through the cracks of the castle. Cedric had slipped the necklace box back into his pocket and he gently cleared his throat.

“I’m going to give the necklace to Cho.” He suddenly blurted out, causing Y/N to pause. She looked over her shoulder at Cedric, wondering if he was joking. He wasn’t.

“Why? She’s your ex.” Y/N felt mildly disappointed that the necklace wasn’t for her. For the longest time, she had been holding onto her feelings for Cedric. Everybody could see it; the Golden trio, the teachers, even Draco’s posse. And yet Cedric had never caught on. She was starting to wonder if he was just messing with her.

“She helped me through a lot. I owe it to her.” Cedric smiled. Y/N gazed at him before she nodded.

“Okay… I’m guessing you want my help?”

“Yes. Please.” Cedric was ready to get on his knees and beg. Though, he was sure Y/N would find great amusement in that. She had always been a little sadistic.

Y/N briefly looked away, blinking away small tears and recollecting her composure so her voice wouldn’t crack. “What do you want me to do?”

edric had wanted to meet Cho at the black late, which was where he and Y/N usually hung out. That stung.

Y/N tied the last of the heart-shaped balloons before securing them to a nearby tree. Cedric was pacing around, wildly muttering under his breath.

“Will you relax?” The Slytherin girl piped up, rolling her eyes. “You’re making me feel nervous.”

“I can’t help it.” Cedric replied. Of course, nobody could help but feel anxious around Cho Chang. She was beautiful and smart and kind. Y/N had talked to her a few times, and if she were a guy or lesbian, Cho would be her crush too.

“Well, that’s the last of the balloons. Good luck, Ced. I’ll be nearby if you need help. Just don’t expect me to hug you if she rejects you.” Y/N playfully punched her friend’s shoulder. Cedric boyishly grinned and quickly embraced her.

For a moment, Y/N was speechless. She slowly hugged him back and awkwardly patted him. She could smell his expensive cologne and it almost felt Cedric was confessing to her instead.

Y/N was the first to pull away. She wished Cedric luck once more before hurrying off, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt envious of Cho. Y/N had been by Cedric’s side since day one. She had comforted him and supported him and hid her breaking heart when Cedric admitted to liking Cho the first time.

And now it was all happening again.

Y/N hid behind a tree just in time to see Cho walk out of Hogwarts and make a beeline for Cedric. She watched as they conversed and when Cedric showed Cho the necklace, she jumped with joy.

Y/N let out a small sigh. She pressed her lips into a thin line, accepting that she wasn’t the girl Cedric would ever go for. She wondered that if they weren’t childhood friends, would Cedric still be nice to her?

She was a Slytherin. A somewhat mean one with a soft spot for certain people. She started too many fights to count, and the threat of expulsion was always hanging over her head.

She wasn’t Cho Chang, who was pretty like the starry night shining above the calm ocean. Cho Chang was kind, sweet, and loving.

Cho Chang was Cindy Lou and Y/N was the Grinch with no room in her heart to change.

The next time Y/N saw Cedric, he was by Cho’s side. Y/N usually sat at the Hufflepuff table with Cedric, much to some people’s dismay, but today Cho was with him.

Y/N didn’t feel welcomed at that point so she sat with her friends, completely missing the way Cedric gazed over at her in confusion.

“Ah, Cedric Diggory and Cho Chang. Everybody’s favorite couple has finally reunited.” Ivy, a pale-skinned girl with light freckles lining her cheeks and soft silver hair grimaced as she sarcastically spoke.

“It’s a shame you never dated Diggory, Y/N. You guys were perfect together.” Hime sighed as she poured herself a cup of pumpkin juice. She offered to fill Y/N’s glass as well, but the H/C-haired girl declined.

“Boys are always stupid.” Evan, short for Evangeline, piped up. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing. I agree with Hime. He should’ve gone for Y/N.”

Y/N silently ate as she listened to her friends complain about Cedric, probably in an attempt to make her feel better.

“Has anybody noticed how he keeps looking over here?” Hime questioned, whispering quietly. “Chang never seems to have his attention for long.”

“I’m telling you, Diggory secretly likes Y/N but he’s scared she’ll reject him. So he’s playing it safe and going for an ex who he knows he had chemistry with.” Ivy retorted, sparing another glance at Cedric.

Y/N huffed in amusement. “Where did you come up with that?” She spoke for the first time.

“It’s obvious.” Evan backed up Ivy’s theory. “When he wins a Quidditch game, who does he run to? You. When he needs help with homework, who does he find? You. When he wants to go to Hogsmeade, who does he immediately ask?”

Evan arched an eyebrow while Y/N sighed.

“Me.”

“Exactly!”

“It’s a plausible theory.” Hime uttered. “You two have been friends for ages. He’s close friends with Hermione Granger too, but does he hug her and look at her like he does to you?”

“That’s probably because she’s younger and he doesn’t want to end up with a sentence.”

“Good point. What about Floral over there?” Hime nodded over at the Ravenclaw girl who was always arranging flowers or reading about them. Her name wasn’t Floral but everyone called her that and it stuck. “You three are all friends, right?”

“More like I was forced to befriend her, but sure.”

“Diggory doesn’t look at her the way he looks at you.”

“And how does he look at me?”

Ivy slammed her hands on the table, looking like she had been waiting years for this question. “He looks at you like Jack Dawson looks at Rose. He looks at you like Chuck Bass looks at Blair Waldorf. He looks at you like Luke looks at Lorelei. Like Morticia and Gomez, Bella and Edward, uh.. give me another one!”

“Percy and Annabeth?” Evan suggested.

“Yes! That’s how he looks at you. He’s giving you the I wouldn’t want anybody else by my side look. He’s probably just… confused. You’re like his Cindy Lou Who. You make him happy and you bring out the best in him.”

“Cindy Lou is bright, bubbly, and extraordinary… she’s everything I’m not.” Y/N gestured over to Cho, who was giggling with Cedric. “Cho Chang is more like Cindy Lou.”

“Cindy Lou Who has a nice ring to it.” Evan said, off topic.

Y/N nodded in agreement. “It does. The rhyme is satisfying.”

“Enough about language features! You have to get your man back, Y/N.” Ivy intensely stared at Y/N, determined to get Cedric and her together.

“He was never mine to begin with.”

“Then make him yours! Come on, Y/N, you’re beautiful- no. Gorgeous. And sure, you have a bitter side but guys who can’t deal getting a little burnt aren’t worth it. And I know that you burnt Diggory over and over again, with both your anger and literal fire.”

“Just so we’re clear, the fire thing was an accident. And I don’t want to force anything onto Cedric. I’ll just… go with the flow.” Y/N ate the last of her food and stood up, “I need to wrap presents. Don’t you dare try and sneak in to see your’s.”

Y/N was mainly referring to Ivy, who lifted her hands in surrender.

Again, Y/N failed to notice how Cedric’s eyes trailed to her. But Cho saw it.

“Cedric.” The raven-haired beautify tugged on his sleeve, “Can we talk?” She spared Cedric’s friends a look. “Alone?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

The pair walked off, fully aware of how Y/N’s friends were watching them closely.

“What did you want to talk about?” Cedric questioned, tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t want to assume anything, Cedric. But to me, it seems like you only confessed to me again to play it safe. I can tell that your true feelings don’t lie with me.” Cho glanced at Y/N, who exited a nearby bathroom and was too busy drying her hands to notice the couple. “They lie with her.”

Cedric followed Cho’s gaze, softly staring at Y/N with that damned look of adoration.

“I think someone else deserves this necklace.” Cho gently removed the jewellery, handing it over to Cedric. “Face it, you love her. You always have. You can’t try to love me, Cedric, not when Y/N exists.”

“She doesn’t like me back.” Cedric muttered, grasping the necklace.

“Are you sure?” Cho quirked an eyebrow. “Why do you think she stayed by your side for so long? Even when the other Slytherins teased her, even when you two argued, even when you kissed me in front of her. How could you not notice, Cedric? She brings you drinks after quidditch practice and buys you gifts and even stays at Hogwarts so you aren’t lonely. Why do you think she never dated anybody, Cedric? It’s because you were the one she wanted.”

Cedric shook his head. “No. She doesn’t like me. Y/N is smart and amazing and cunning. I’m not her type. Her type would be someone like…” He paused, thinking, “Matteo Riddle.”

Cho sighed as she shook her head. “You really have no idea, do you? Spend more time with Y/N and hopefully you’ll notice the things the rest of us do.”

She quietly walked off, leaving Cedric standing outside the Great Hall. Cho made an immediate beeline for Ivy, Evan, and Hime and sat in Y/N’s spot.

The trio clad in green glanced at her, confused and a little hostile.

“Cedric likes Y/N.” Cho quickly uttered so the group didn’t explode on her. “I got through to him but he thinks Y/N doesn’t like him back.”

“Thats bullshit. It’s so obvious!” Ivy groaned.

“Exactly.” Evan agreed, “But Y/N doesn’t think Cedric likes her either.”

Cho sighed. “It’s obvious they have mutual feelings but neither of them believe it. So, let’s force them to confess.”

Hime raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you like Cedric? Why are you willing to help us?”

“Despite our dating history, Cedric is still my friend. And I want to help him in any way I can.” Cho smiled.

“Oh, I have an idea!” Ivy exclaimed, “What if we get them under the mistletoe? But instead, they have to fight! We can call it mistlefoe!”

Cho, Hime, and Evan exchanged looks.

“I think we should just stick to mistletoe.” Cho uttered. “We could, uh, surprise them by decorating one of their common rooms? The Slytherin room is never decorated, right?”

“I wish it was.” Evan sighed, “It’s a cute idea. We could surprise Y/N by decorating the common room and then led her in and Cedric can be standing in the middle of the room under the mistletoe.”

“But to pull that off, we’ll need more help.” Hime added, “I don’t think four people can do that. And it’s only us in the Slytherin common room. Not even Matteo is here. So he can’t help.”

Cho glanced past Hime and Ivy, staring at the Golden Trio and their extended group of friends. She smiled. “I have an idea. But it’s going to involve working with Gryffindors.”

The group of Slytherins all glanced at each other before they shrugged in unison.

“Anything for Y/N.”

“Whatever.”

“Do I get to kiss Oliver Wood after Diggory and Y/N kiss?”

Cho, Evan, and Hime stared at Ivy, who only cheekily grinned.

“Um… I’m not sure about that last one. Let’s just start off with asking the Gryffindors first.” Cho sheepishly smiled.

“Ivy and I will get the decorations.” Hime offered, “There’s some extra ones in the basement if Hogwarts too. Evan, Chang, you can get those after you ask the Gryffindors.”

“Call me Cho.” The ravenette smiled before she stood up. “We don’t have much time. Let’s hurry.”

“Wait, we forgot something.” Ivy piped up, “Who’s going to distract Y/N?”

“Evan can distract L/N. I’ll ask the Gryffindors myself and if they accept, they can help me get the decorations from the basement.”

“Okay.” Hime looked around, slowly nodding. She smiled. “Let’s go.”

Cho approached the red table while Hime and Ivy hurried towards Hogsmeade and Evan rushed off to find Y/N.

It took a few hours for everything to be set up, but finally the Slytherin room was decorated and ready.

“I need to get something. I’ll be back.” Evan smiled, lying through her teeth. She watched as Y/N entered the Slytherin common room and rushed off to find her friends.

Y/N squinted her eyes as she walked into the dark room. “Huh? Ivy? Hime? You here? What did you do to the lights?” Nobody answered her. She tilted her head to the side, confused.

The lights suddenly turned on, along with multiple Christmas LED lights. She quietly gasped as she stared at the tinsel covered stairs and brightly decorated tree.

In all her years at Hogwarts, the common room had never been decorated. Slytherins weren’t exactly big on Christmas.

Y/N looked around, realizing she wasn’t alone. “Cedric?” She stared at the brunette boy. “What are you doing here? Have you seen Ivy or Hime? I can’t seem to find them anywhere.”

Cedric silently looked up. Y/N, puzzled, followed his gaze. She lifted her head, staring up at the floating mistletoe above her head. “Oh.” She whispered.

She looked at Cedric again, jumping when he was only a foot away.

“I’m sorry if I ever hurt you, Y/N.” He uttered, “I should’ve noticed.”

“Noticed what?”

Cedric didn’t say anything as he leaned forward to softly kiss her. Y/N froze, her heart almost leaping out of her chest.

“Y/N,” Cedric pulled away and brushed a strand of loose hair aside, “You’ll always be my Cindy Lou.”

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dorkszn · 9 months ago

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tommy slater, they could never make me hate you

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angelsluva · 3 months ago

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“i think i like u” - by: 4drianaaaa

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—> y/n, a gal who came from the busy streets of Los Angeles, California and moved to Canada to ease her stress in hopes to start all over and eventually meets Hamzahthefantastic, who will soon win over her love…📝

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drxcorelibre · 10 months ago

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Overcoming Distance in Love P.A.

: ̗̀➛ Freeing oneself from long-held desires x

⚠ Genre/warnings: situationship to lovers idk i just love prom and he deserves this sm, slight nsfw (heated makeout), pinning, atp cindy4life lol, this is so damnn

✎ Reading time: approx. 16min

₊˚ʚ It was as if the months apart had never happened, the chemistry between you still as strong as ever.

₊˚ʚ Prompto pushed himself away from the garage wall and began slowly making his way towards you. Each step he took was measured, his eyes never leaving yours.

₊˚ʚ Suddenly, it was as if a dam burst. All the pent-up emotions, the months of silence, the questions left unasked, came rushing out at once.

The night was quiet, and the stars above were the only witnesses to your departure. The journey to Hammerhead was cold and lonely, the silence only broken by the crunch of gravel under your shoes.

You made your way along the path, the lights of Hammerhead growing closer with each step. The thought of leaving the group behind weighed heavily on your heart, but you had made your decision.

As you finally reached the base of Hammerhead, Cindy, who was working late into the night, noticed your arrival. She looked up from her project, her eyes widening in surprise at the sight of you alone.

"Well, now, ain't that a sight," she remarked in her soft drawl, taking in your state. "What're you doin' here this late and by yourself, darlin'?"

"i left the guys."

Cindy's curious expression quickly turned to surprise. "Left the boys, huh? Ain't that somethin'. What happened there, if you don't mind me askin'?"

"just- realised i never belonged."

Cindy's brow furrowed at your words, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Never belonged? What makes you say that?"

"At the end of the day, we girls can't afford to stay with the boys." you chuckled.

Cindy raised an eyebrow at your chuckle, a puzzled look on her face. "Why's that, darlin'? Nothin' wrong with a girl hangin' with the fellas."

"i caught feelings." you said, gripping onto your belongings.

Understanding dawned in Cindy's eyes as you confessed. She looked at you with empathy, seeing the pain behind your words. She took a seat on a nearby crate and patted the spot next to her, gesturing for you to sit. "Come on, sit down. Let's talk."

You hesitantly joined her, sitting on the crate and placing your belongings beside you. The night air was still and quiet, the only noise coming from the faint sounds of machinery and distant crickets.

Cindy looked at you, her voice soft in the moonlight. "So, you been likin' one of the boys, huh? Can't blame ya, they're handsome fellas. Which one was it, if ya don't mind me askin'?"

"Prompto" The thought of him sent tingles down your spine as you spoke his name out loud.

"Ah, Prompto. He's a good kid. Real peppy, always crackin' jokes. Can't really blame ya for falling for him."

She paused, her eyes studying your face, "But somethin' tells me it ain't as simple as just likin' him, is it?"

You played with your bracelets as you spoke nervously, a bit worried for Cindy's judgement of the situation you put yourself in.

"I felt like my feelings could potentially ruin the group dynamic so i left, realising I don't belong."

Cindy chuckled with empathy, "Sounds like a bit of a mess, darlin'."

"But it ain't your feelings that's ruining things. You have a right to feel the way you feel.

Cindy shifted slightly, turning to face you directly. "You ain't ruined nothin' by likin' Prompto. That's just how the heart works, can't always control who you fall for."

"it's fine! I'll get over it..."

Cindy could sense the resignation in your voice, and it tugged at her heartstrings. "It's not gonna be that easy, darlin'. Feelings like that don't just go away, especially not overnight."

You held your head up, looking at her sheepishly. "That's why I came here to ask you... If i could stay here, work, get my mind off of them?"

Cindy's face brightened at your request. "You wanna work here, huh? Well, we could always use an extra pair of hands. Plus, keepin' busy is a good way to keep your mind occupied."

She patted your back with a warm smile. "Sure, darlin'. You can stay and work. I'll teach you the ropes, and before you know it, you'll be a regular mechanic here at Hammerhead."

"thanks"

Cindy gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "No need to thank me, darlin'. We all need a fresh start sometimes, and that's what Hammerhead's all about. New beginnings."

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. You found solace in the rhythm of the garage, the familiar hum of machines and the hum of the desert night lulling you into a sense of peace. Your days were filled with the scent of oil and the occasional banter with Cindy and Cid, the gruff yet affectionate owner of the garage.

The work was challenging at times, but you found comfort in the routine. The distance from Prompto and the guys allowed you time to process your feelings and come to terms with your new life. Despite the occasional pang of friendsickness, you found a sense of belonging in your new role at Hammerhead.

Over time, you adapted to the garage life, your hands becoming calloused and greasy, your laughter and skills familiar to the regular visitors of Hammerhead, who welcomed you as one of their own.

But every now and then, thoughts of Prompto and the group would creep into your mind, like a faint whisper in the wind. You pushed them aside, reminding yourself of the reasons you had left in the first place. Still, the ache in your chest was undeniable, the memories and what-ifs lingering like a bittersweet perfume. It was a constant struggle, balancing the tranquility of your new life with the lingering pull of the past.

As the familiar sound of the Regalia's engine echoed through the air, you looked up from your work on a nearby car, your heart skipping a beat. It was the chocobros, here for some vehicle upgrades.

Noctis led the charge, followed closely by Ignis, Gladiolus, and... Prompto. Seeing them all again, so casually together, sent a pang of nostalgia and longing through you.

Hiding your feelings behind a neutral expression, you quickly tried to push down the emotions welling up within you. You feigned distraction, continuing to tinker with the car in front of you, hoping they wouldn't notice your internal struggle.

Cindy, however, had a keen eye for reading people. She noticed the flicker of emotion in your eyes as the group approached. She sidled up beside you, a knowing look in her eyes.

"You all right, darlin'?" she whispered, her voice low and understanding. "They can't see it, but I can."

"I'll be alright." You said, wiping oil grease from your cheek, giving her a reassuring smirk.

Cindy gave you a supportive smile, patting your back gently. "You've got guts, holdin' it together like this. 'Course you'll be alright. Just remember, I'm here if you need to vent, scream, or just a shoulder to lean on."

The rest of the group had been engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to your momentary struggle. Prompto's laughter echoed in the background, causing your heart to clench slightly as you tried to focus on your work.

The urge to run towards them and hug them all while spilling so many sorry's went through your mind for a split second, but you knew that won't do.

The guys approached the garage, peeking in at your figure working on some badass vehicles.

Everyone had noticed the transformation. With your new outfit, your voice resembling Cindy's Southern drawl, and your mannerisms changing to match hers, you had become a bit of a chameleon, blending into the environment of the garage.

Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus glanced your way, their eyes widening slightly as they took in your appearance and demeanour. But it was Prompto's reaction that caught your attention.

He stood there, stunned for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at you. The gears in his head were clearly turning as he tried to reconcile the 'new you' with the person he once knew.

He seemed to be at a loss for words, the familiar banter and jokes that usually flowed effortlessly from him were nowhere to be found.

As the group settled in and started discussing the upgrades they wanted for the Regalia, Cindy smoothly took charge. She launched into a friendly negotiation with Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus, while Prompto lingered in the background, his eyes still resting on you occasionally.

You, however, tried to keep your focus on your work, pretending not to notice his glances. The sounds of the garage faded into the background as you tried to keep your hands steady and your mind clear.

Every so often, you'd catch a glimpse of Prompto in your peripheral vision, his eyes meeting yours before quickly averting them, looking a bit flustered. The air between you both was heavy with unspoken emotions, an invisible thread of tension stretching tight.

Cindy, ever observant, noticed the silent communication between you and Prompto. She suppressed a slight grin, her eyes flickering between the two of you as she continued her negotiations with the guys.

As they finalized the details with Cindy, the conversation wrapped up, and they began to prepare to leave. Prompto lingered a moment longer, his eyes still on you, his expression a mix of longing and hesitation.

The group sauntered out of the garage, heading toward the nearby restaurant, their voices carrying on the warm evening air. Cindy watched them go, then turned to you with a knowing smile.

"You sure you don't wanna join them, darlin'?" she asked, her tone gentle but laced with encouragement.

"it's better this way."

Cindy nodded understandingly, her smile turning slightly bittersweet. "I get it, darlin'. Sometimes, what you want and what you need are two different things."

As you continued to work on the car, your thoughts were a tangle of emotions. Seeing Prompto and the guys again had stirred up feelings you had been trying to suppress, and their departure left you with a mix of relief and a strange pang of emptiness.

Your heart ached with an unspoken longing, a silent plea for just one more moment, one more look into his eyes. The familiar banter, the laughter, the bond you used to share - it all seemed like a lifetime ago.

The hum of the car under your hands was a temporary distraction, but it couldn't drown out the persistent pull in your chest, the deep-seated desire to see Prompto again, to hear his voice, to feel his presence.

The hours ticked by, the sun slowly descending towards the horizon. The guys finished their meal and emerged from the restaurant, their voices echoing through the still night air as they discussed their plans for the night.

Your eyes found Prompto amongst the group, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the sunset. His gaze roamed over the garage and, for a moment, seemed to linger on you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Prompto's gaze fall on you for a moment. Reflexively, you ducked your head, using your long bangs and ponytail as a makeshift shield, hoping he hadn't noticed you watching him.

The sound of the guys' footsteps approaching sent a jolt through you, your senses hyper-alert to every sound and movement. You could hear them saying their goodbyes to Cindy.

Noctis sauntered over to you, an intrigued look in his eyes. He leaned against the hood of the car you were working on, observing you quietly for a moment before finally speaking.

"You've changed a lot, haven't you?" he noted, his voice nonchalant but his eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Still sharp, even in a new shell," he commented, his tone holding a hint of pride. "You're good at adapting."

You couldn't really speak up, although you felt like there was so much to say. You nodded in confirmation, getting back to work.

Noctis watched you silently for a moment, his expression a mix of confusion and a hint of frustration. It was clear he had more to say, but you had already shut him down. He gave a slight shrug, realizing that pushing further would be futile.

"Take care."

The guys climbed into the car, the Regalia's engine roaring to life as they pulled away from the garage, disappearing into the night.

The silence that settled over Hammerhead after they left felt deafening. The hum of the garage, the occasional rustle of the desert wind, and the beating of your own heart were the only sounds left in the stillness of the night.

The thought of them driving off into the night, continuing their adventures without you, stung more than you cared to admit. But you shook the thought away quickly, reminding yourself of the reasons you had left in the first place.

You turned your attention back to the car you were working on, determined to bury yourself in the familiar rhythm of the garage work. The sooner you lost yourself in the work, the sooner you could forget about the ache in your chest.

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The days were filled with the hustle and bustle of the garage, and the nights were spent catching up over the dinner table with Cindy and Cid, listening to their stories and sharing a few laughs.

Time had flown by in a blur of car repair and tire changes. The days had been long but filled with the fulfilling sense of accomplishment and routine. 11 months had passed since you had left the group, the pain of separation slowly fading into a dull ache you had learned to live with.

The nights were the hardest, when the silence of the garage seemed deafening, and the memory of Prompto's face would surface in your mind, unbidden.

The sound of the Regalia's engine roaring into the garage was a welcome yet unwelcome intrusion one day. You looked up from the car you were working on to see Noctis, Ignis, Gladiolus, and Prompto stepping out of the car, looking a bit weary but no worse for the wear.

They looked more seasoned, their faces sporting a few more scars, but their eyes were still filled with the familiar determination and bond they had shared since the beginning of their journey.

Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus greeted Cindy and Cid with some casual banter, their voices familiar and almost comforting. Prompto lingered a bit behind the rest, his eyes scanning the garage until they landed on you, as if time was repeating.

Your gazes met, and that familiar rush of emotions washed over you both. The weight of the past six months hung heavy in the air, a silent conversation passing between you both through the brief exchange of looks.

A mix of surprise, relief, and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on flickered in Prompto's eyes, but it was gone in an instant as Gladiolus said something, drawing his attention away from you.

You returned your focus to the car, pretending to be busy with tuning, but your heart was racing in your chest. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Prompto stealing furtive glances in your direction.

Every glance sent a jolt of electricity through you, reminding you of the chemistry you had shared before you left. The silence between you both felt heavy, filled with unspoken words, emotions, and a thousand questions.

You returned to your work, but the ache in your chest grew more insistent.

The evening descended upon Hammerhead, bringing a gentle coolness to the air. The stars above glittered like diamonds against the inky black canvas of the night sky.

The sound of footsteps in the garage startled you, breaking the peaceful silence of the night. You looked up to see the unmistakable silhouette of Prompto, framed by the dim light spilling in from the outside.

Prompto stood at the entrance of the garage, his lean frame casually rested against the door frame. His eyes were fixed on you, studying you intently. He didn't say anything for a moment, just watched you silently.

The air between you was thick with unspoken words, a thousand emotions swirling in the silence. Prompto's eyes were unreadable, his expression a mixture of curiosity.

You couldn't breathe, you couldn't speak.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you met Prompto's gaze, and suddenly, you found yourself at a loss for words. Your mouth felt dry, your thoughts a tangled mess. It was as if his presence had sucked all the oxygen from the air, leaving you in a state of breathlessness.

You tried to say something, anything, but no words came out. You stared back at him, your eyes wide, your heart thudding loudly in your ears. The silence between you was deafening.

Prompto's gaze had changed. His eyes shone with a new, more masculine air, his once boyish features now sharpened and matured, giving him a more rugged and handsome look.

His blue eyes were like twin pools of shimmering water, seemingly drawing you into him. You noticed the freckles that sprinkle his tan skin like stars on a night sky. His hair was messy yet attractive, falling effortlessly in shaggy layers around his face.

You noticed this change as he looked at you. His gaze was no longer the playful and innocent gaze you had grown to know.

His gaze held a confidence that hadn’t been there before, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Prompto seemed to sense your inner turmoil, the way your breath hitched and your eyes widened. His gaze softened slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his face.

Prompto pushed away from the door frame and began slowly making his way towards you. Each step he took was measured, his eyes never leaving yours. With every step, the distance between you seemed to shrink, the tension building silently.

As he closed the gap between you, you could see the myriad of emotions playing out in his eyes. He came to a stop just a few steps away from you, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"h-hello again..."

Prompto's expression softened further, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Hey."

His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was trying to gauge your response to his presence. He looked at you quietly for a moment more, his eyes searching your face.

The air was filled with a mix of uncertainty and anticipation, both of you teetering on the edge of something unspoken.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. You just stood there, watching each other. Prompto's eyes held an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine, and there was a vulnerability in his expression that you had never seen before.

Suddenly, it was as if a dam burst. All the pent-up emotions, the months of silence, the questions left unasked, they all came rushing out at once.

Without a word, Prompto closed the remaining distance between you, his hands reaching out to grasp your arms. He pulled you towards him, his grip firm but gentle, his eyes never leaving yours.

You stumbled slightly as he tugged you closer, your body colliding against his. His breath was warm against your face, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart mirrored in your own chest.

He stood there, holding you tightly, his eyes roaming over your face, tracing the contours, studying your expression. His fingers started to rub small soothing circles on your skin, sending small frissons of electricity down your spine.

The kiss was sudden and intense, his lips claiming yours with a desperate hunger. It was as if months of pent-up frustration, longing, and unspoken words were poured into that single gesture.

Your mind went blank for a moment, surprised by the sudden contact. But then, a wave of desire washed over you, and your body responded on instinct. Your arms reached up to grip his shirt, pulling him closer, as you returned the kiss with equal fervor.

His hands moved from your arms and settled on the sides of your face, holding you as he deepened the kiss. It was as if the months apart had never happened, the chemistry between you still as strong as ever.

The sound of the boys calling out for Prompto shattered the moment, reminding you that the outside world existed.

Reluctantly, you both pulled away from each other, your breaths ragged and your eyes slightly dazed.

You looked into each other's eyes, both of you trying to regain your composure, the passion of the kiss still lingering on your lips. Prompto looked torn, his gaze reluctantly moving towards the sound of the guys' voices.

You could see the struggle on his face, the desire to stay with you and the pressure to return to the group. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before letting go, taking a step back, putting some distance between you again.

Prompto gave you a small, almost rueful smile, his eyes locking with yours. "Yeah, I'll make sure I do more damage to the Regalia during our trips..." He said, indicating they were all here because of his little mischief.

He glanced back over his shoulder at the direction the guys' voices were coming from. "Duty calls," he said reluctantly, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Taken by surprise, Prompto stumbled back towards you, his mouth forming a small 'o' as you pulled him in for another kiss. The unexpected gesture caught him off guard, but after a moment, he melted into the kiss, his arms encircling your waist as he held you tightly.

When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath still a bit ragged. "Wait for me?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper.

"like i always do."

Prompto's breath hitched at your words, and for a moment, he just held you tighter, his eyes searching yours. A mixture of emotions flickered across his face - surprise, hope, and a touch of disbelief.

He closed his eyes and let out a slow exhale. "Damn it," he muttered as if he was both frustrated and relieved. "I can't leave now knowing you need me, can I?"

Prompto pushed you against the garage wall, his body pressing against yours as he captured your lips in another fervent kiss. The cool night air was a contrast against the heat between you. His hands explored the curves of your body, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

The world around you seemed to fall away, the only thing that existed being the two of you, your bodies pressed together, your breaths mingling in the dark. His lips left kisses against your neck, tasting and teasing, igniting a fire that you thought had died months ago.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of footsteps followed by a collective gasp. You looked up to see Noctis, Ignis, and Gladiolus staring at you two, their mouths hanging open.

They stood there, completely taken aback by the sight of you and Prompto locked together against the garage wall. You both froze, your eyes widening in surprise and slight embarrassment at being caught.

Noctis was the first to break the silence, a shocked and almost comical expression on his face as he looked between the two of you. "What the hell?" he blurted out.

Ignis and Gladiolus were both speechless, their eyes wide as they tried to process what they were witnessing. Gladiolus whistled low, breaking the silence with a low, appreciative "damn."

Prompto pulled away from you, his hands still holding onto your waist as he turned to face the others. He looked sheepish and a bit guilty, a flush creeping up his cheeks. "Uh, Hey guys..."

Noctis pinched his nose and you pushed Prompto lightly towards them. "You gotta go."

Prompto gave you an almost pleading look, as if he didn't want to leave, but seeing your insistence, he reluctantly let go of you, a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

Noctis, still looking utterly bewildered, just shook his head slightly, mumbling something along the lines of "I can't believe this." Ignis, chuckled at the prince's comment.

Ignis and Gladiolus had similarly surprised expressions on their faces, though Gladiolus just looked amused and somewhat impressed. He clapped a hand on Prompto's shoulder as they started walking back to the Regalia, Prompto throwing one last glance back at you before disappearing into the night.

The ache in your chest was replaced by a feeling of affection as you anticipated your next encounter with Prompto, envisioning another good memory to cherish.

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inspirationfandream · 5 months ago

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IMAGINE: At the Literary Academy, a captivating female student in the novel attracts the attention of two male students with opposite characters. Their threesome relationship turns into an intense love triangle, mixed with desire, jealousy, and manipulation. Amidst tensions and power games, each of them explores the limits of their emotions and discovers deep truths about themselves, insecurity, and love.

OC characters:

. EMILY RUDD as Leslie O'Sullivan

. DREW STARKEY as James Crawford

. HARRIS DICKINSON as Matthew W. Fairchild

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vikkirosko · 6 months ago

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Headcanons Sensitivity to loud sounds

🌸 teen!Cindy x teen!Reader 🎀

Cindy was loud. She wasn't going to be patiently silent when she didn't like something, and she always spoke loudly when something annoyed or angered her. But there was one problem she couldn't do anything about. Every time she screamed loudly next to you, you cringed as if in fear and hurriedly put your hands over your ears. You and Cindy had been together for a couple of years and she knew that you were sensitive to loud noises. She learned this from her own experience when she first saw your scared face after she screamed loudly at the person who angered her. After that time, she tried not to scare you, even though she didn't always manage to do it

When you were at your house, you could use noise-canceling headphones. Cindy was surprised when she found out that you even slept in those headphones. When the house was quiet and Cindy talked in a calm tone, but if it got too noisy for you, you hurried to put on headphones. If this happened, she hurried to come up to you and press your palms, with which you covered your ears, harder, after which she began to hiss at those who scared you again. She didn't scream so as not to scare you more, but she didn't need it to silence anyone. Cindy could look scary if she really wanted to, and she wasn't going to let anyone bother you

She knew that you could have gone to the mall with her or somewhere else, but too loud noises continued to cause you fear. Because of this, you couldn't go to the cinema or anywhere else where the sounds were too loud. It didn't upset her. Although she might grumble outwardly, she was actually satisfied with your quieter walks together. She liked to walk with you on your arm in the park, you bought ice cream and just rested under the warm sun. She didn't think she would enjoy dating like this before, but now that you were dating, she felt like she could even get used to it. She could get used to such quiet places and your relaxed smile, which she loved so much

Cindy may not always have time to lower the volume of her voice, but she never wanted to scare you on purpose. You were a person dear to her, you were someone she was attached to and protected, at least in those situations in which she could really do it. And for you, she tried to be quieter, even though you told her that nothing terrible would happen if she continued to scream. You liked her voice. But Cindy didn't want you to be scared because of her. The last thing she wanted to associate with you was fear and discomfort

🥇 teen!Felix x teen!Reader 🛡

Felix was always as restrained as he could be. He tried to live up to the status of his family, he tried to meet his father's expectations. However, he couldn't control his own feelings. When he fell in love with you, he decided that he could afford such a weakness, as he mentally said about it. Even though you weren't from the same social circle with him, he still liked spending time with you. It was because you started spending a lot more time together that he found out that there was one problem in your life that you couldn't solve. Your ears were sensitive to loud noises

Every time someone screamed next to you, you put your hands over your ears and cringed as if in fear. Felix took you away from the source of the noise, and stayed with you until you calmed down. He might be outwardly annoyed about it, but he was really worried about you and his brother, being the one who knew him best, understood it well. He smiled gently as he looked at his brother, who took care of you and made sure that you were okay, and was glad that Felix had a person in his life who was dear to him

When Felix came to visit you again, he brought a gift for you. He bought you noise-canceling headphones. A few days ago, you told him that your old noise-canceling headphones broke after you accidentally dropped them. You never considered buying the headphones he bought, because they were expensive, but he bought them anyway, which confused you. But when you just tried to tell him that he shouldn't have spent the money, he stopped you, telling you not to think about it and just accept his gift

Felix didn't always express his concern directly, but he really cared about you. When you were sick, he bought you medicines, when you reacted to a loud sound again, he saw you in a quieter place or covered your ears with his palms. It was difficult for him to say directly that he was worried about you, but despite this, he continued to take care of you so that you would stay safe no matter what

#Cindy #Cindy x Reader #Felix #Felix x Reader #Kindergarten #Kindergarten x Reader #Kindergarten headcanons #Kindergarten game #Kindergarten game x Reader #Kindergarten game headcanons #Kindergarten 2 #Kindergarten 2 x Reader #Kindergarten 2 headcanons

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thanksbutno98 · 2 years ago

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John Price x fem!reader

Authors Note: listened to ‘One Summer’s Day’ by Joe Hisaishi on loop while writing this. This was very heavy to write and had to dive deep. I hope you all enjoy.

Summary: Welcoming your daughter into the world was not the blissful experience you thought it would be. Through it all your husband, John Price, picks up the pieces.

Warning: pregnancy, birth, post partum depression, medical negligence, depression, illusions to suicide, swearing, sexual themes, toxic in laws, loss, mention of death, mentions of loss of a spouse, not edited.

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February was bitterly cold and you hated how your toes became numb. Fuzzy socks and heated blankets couldn’t keep the chill of winter from burning your poor feet. It had been a complaint for weeks now. At this point, how your feet and hands wound up cold while the rest of your body felt like a furnace was beyond you. John was also getting tired of you sticking your ice cube feet against him for warmth or your wandering popsicle hands from slipping under his shirt.

Being pregnant had become harder than you liked. Now at the end you were just happy to get your baby girl out and be apart of the family. It was coming to a point you were googling on your husband, John’s laptop, how to enduce labour. This was because you were so sick of being pregnant and ready to have your body back. It was getting to a point you almost resented having to go through all of this.

You were adding Tabasco sauce to everything you ate and took up pacing as your new hobby. You started watching scary movies and murder documentaries when you went to bed hoping a nightmare may cause your water to break. Anything and everything you could do was being done. It stressed John out beyond belief watching you try and sprint toward the finish line. The amount of hot sauce he confiscated was alarming.

At this point you had begged your doctor for an induced labour because you couldn’t take it anymore. Unfortunately he told you to wait and things should happen naturally. Your womb was apparently beautiful from a doctor’s prospective which had them not too worried about the pregnancy. In fact you complained to John that this new doctor wasn’t taking as much time and care with you as your old doctor had.

John agreed with you and you both thought it was because this new doctor was a man when your last was a woman who had children of her own. When the concerns were brought up he was shocked and offended by your opinion. His doctorate was shoved in your face and when you talked to Sarah, John’s little sister. She told you he was reputable and had a lot of other women requesting him. He even had patience from the hospital he was previously at switching over to the new one.

Sarah was an ER nurse and also mentioned how she didn’t know anything besides hearsay about him and neither did the emergency room staff since he was new to that hospital; but had been practicing longer than her career. It still didn’t feel like a good fit but because Sarah was a nurse at the same hospital you trusted it.

Tonight was an average night in your home, nothing special. Sarah had come over and cooked for you like she had for both of your pregnancies once you were this late into it. She had to leave soon after because she was paged to come in to the hospital.

John had to stay late on base so you and your son Jj had dinner alone. It was hard keeping up with a toddler when you were nine months pregnant but you hoped the activity would induce labour. Jj was also an easy child, he didn’t get into much trouble and enjoyed snuggling with you more than exploring. He was kind hearted at such a young age and you saw so much of your husband in him. You wondered if he’d always be this calm.

Tears came easy now adays for you and the little boy hated when you cried. Jj would bustle over to you and demand a hug if you ever cried in front of him. He once saw you cry while he ate breakfast and kept shoving his strawberries at you to make you eat them, his own little way of cheering you up. He was almost two yet wise beyond his years. John told you he was going to be a charmer when he got older and you loved the idea.

There were so many things about him that brought you joy and made you yearn for your daughter to be apart of the family. The way he would laugh so hard he’d go red in the face when you slurped noodles in front of him. How Jj would blow you kisses from across the room or give your pregnant belly raspberries because that was a sure fire way you and John got him to laugh.

Seeing how big Jj had gotten made you excited to have a new born in the house. You missed the baby phase and the knowledge it was right around the corner was electric. You knew your husband felt the same but watching him goof around with the toddler sized football with Jj was your favorite at the moment.

The little boy would laugh hysterically when John would fake him out and then shoot the small squishy ball into the vacant fireplace. The both of them cheering, John would yell ‘goal’ but Jj couldn’t quite get his tongue around the word and word and yell ‘ole’. Sticking his stubby arms out to the side, then trying to snatch the ball back so his father could do it again. There was something about making either of you happy that enthralled the toddler and you wondered if that was normal.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of how loving of a father your husband was that you didn’t hear his car door slam shut. You were in the kitchen with your back turned to the door as you set a kettle on the stove to make some tea. You knew John would be home soon and would appreciate a nice cup of tea on his arrival. Along with the Italian food Sarah cooked for you that night.

At the moment you loved her garlic bread with a burning passion and she had happily been making it for you for the entirety of your pregnancy. You craved seafood like a madman and had to subside a lot of those craving with Sarah’s garlic bread which was fine by you. Deep down you knew you were going to ask for John’s garlic bread as soon as he sat down.

John noticed you hadn’t quite picked up on his arrival home, lips turning up in a cat like smile. Stopping outside the doorway he admired you as he silently opened the back door. You looked so pretty nine months pregnant and in his t-shirt. Hair braided and a headband pushing back the stray hairs, your skin was glowing. There was a vibrancy to you that was indescribable and had become John’s drug before he even realized he loved you. John felt that same feeling pooling in his stomach as the day he proposed to you, seeing you carrying his baby girl.

Slowly he crept closer and lightly whistled in a way that said you were delicious to look at. Turning only slightly you jumped now realizing your husband was home. You loved seeing how his icy eyes were soft and loving as they scanned your body. John was so different with you than he was to those he worked with. The gentle nature he buried and suffocated at work would come alive and envelope the house in his warmth.

“I assume you have the cake? If not I will kill you.” You whispered as Johns arms enveloped your smaller frame. It didn’t matter you were nine months pregnant you still managed to be smaller than your husbands rugged frame.

“What cake?” John asked playfully, realizing he left it on the passenger seat. Strategically John’s calloused hands came to rest at the underside of your pregnant belly. Without an ask he lifted up ever so gently and took a far greater weight than he understood off of you.

The relief was amazing and you melted into John as he stood behind you. A loud euphoric groan leaving your lips. For this moment your back wasn’t an aching mess. With calloused rough hands an ache was taken away from you. John who had held your belly like this for both pregnancy was deserving of a kiss for doing this without you ever needing to ask.

“Let’s head to bed early? If you’re up for it maybe we can spend some quality time together.“ John purred the words into your ear. Biting you lip you began to nod slowly at your husband’s flirtatious request. John found you irresistible when you were pregnant. The knowledge that your belly was round because of him stirred something in him that made John want to claim you every chance he got.

“Yes, please.” You begged unable to contain your need for him. You read that sex could help induce labour and you thought some toe curling pleasure would be fantastic if it meant you might have this baby sooner.

“John?” You sighed out in content pleasure as his hands held your belly up so tenderly. This had become your favorite thing he could do for you. Taking the weight of your pregnant belly away for a moment. Your back didn’t ache as much and relief flooded you. In fact it flooded so much you both heard a splatter on the floor.

“Did you wet yourself?” John was chuckling deeply in your ear.

This wasn’t the first time your bladder had given out while pregnant and John found it hysterical each time. The best being at the local bakery while you decided on what to get. You were so embarrassed you told him you would never go back. John now joked saying when he stopped in they all asked where his wife who wet herself was. It wasn’t true but it made your cheeks turn pink and John couldn’t resist teasing you.

“No, I didn’t.” You whispered more to yourself than him.

The air stilled around you and a shiver ran up your spine. You knew this feeling. Having had one child already this wasn’t completely new to you.

“Don’t fib, it’s all over the floor.” John laughed, gearing up to tease you.

It was always light hearted and something you two giggled about when pregnancy became a little ‘much.’ John loved to tease but refused to let you be embarrassed by what your body was naturally doing. It was all in good fun and he stoped and apologized if he went too far.

“My water just broke.” Your cold words made John laugh.

“Don’t tease me about that. . . Now I sound like you.” John chuckled into your ear. But then you didn’t respond and John realized a second later that he was the fool. John tensed and his finger flinched against the underside of your belly.

You felt him ready to give out the support of your belly but then he stopped himself. It scared you for a moment but then relief flooded you as he slowly let your belly rest how it would normally. His shallow breath heavy in your ear.

“Are you in pain? I can help you shower if you want to wait.” John’s voice became sweetly serious. He didn’t want you to freak out because he was now internally freaking out.

“A shower would be nice.” You smiled shakily at him.

Your nose scrunched up but everything else about your face was the embodiment of joy. It was happening now, thank god. But then the reality set in. You were about to have a baby. As soon as the thought intruded your mind you snuffed it out. Delusional you shrugged it off and told yourself you had time.

It all hit John like a freight train as soon as you made eye contact. His stoic face cracked and shattered into a huge smile that spread to his eyes and trickled down to his soul.

“You’re going to have our little girl tonight.” John said with shaky breath, a mist coming into his icy eyes.

“I am. . . Holy fuck I’m going to do this tonight. I’m going to have a baby.” You gasped the words out and felt so relieved. You were overjoyed and half laughing and crying all at once.

“Let’s get you washed up. I’ll grab the stop watch.” John was already leading you out of the kitchen. His voice was a high pitch as his nerves kicked in and his joy stayed ever present.

“Call, your sister that we have to bring Jj.” You squealed, so happy to finally be at the point of welcoming your fighter into the world.

“Not my mum?” John asked and as if on cue you had your first contraction.

Stopping on the first step you grabbed the railing, your other hand gripping John’s shoulders tightly and then letting go a few seconds later. The contraction passed quickly unlike your first time and you were thankful it was progressing slower this time.

“No, she’s already too pushy about the delivery room. Don’t tell her until I’m there and admitted.” You huffed out a pained yet light hearted sigh. It was taking every ounce of your self control not to start freaking out because you knew once you gave in to that feeling you would spiral.

“Are you s-“

“John, don’t question me unless it’s about the safety of our daughter.” You stood on the stair now able to be eye level with your husband unlike usual. Grabbing his handsome bearded face you gave him a swift peck to the lips.

“Yes, ma’am.” John didn’t even hear himself; he meant to call you darling. Falling into his military habit and needing that as a comfort during a stressful time. You didn’t correct him. Appreciating more that he would be so obedient as if a superior ordering him around. It gave you a hit of an ego boost and you realized you were the one in charge.

“I love you, I’m sorry if I’m being harsh.” You stopped your husband from leading you upstairs.

The worry of how you screamed and yelled at him when you had Jj weighing heavy on you. John told you he wasn’t hurt and truly didn’t care that you had freaked out on him the first time you went into labour but it always bugged you. Not because you thought you did something wrong but because you thought of yourself as being better than that. Patience was a practiced art not something bestowed on people and you liked to think of yourself as patient even in dier circumstances.

“I love you more than anything.” John cupped your face as he spoke and placed a firm scratchy kiss to your lips.

“Promise?” You asked like you always did.

It had become a call and answer type thing during your pregnancy that you asked John if he promised to love you and he answered the same way every time.

“Promise. Just as I promise the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.” It was such a British way to answer. It negated all his feelings and spelled out his love as fact.

To John there was nothing as certain as where the sun rose and set just as his love for you never faltered. He just had to check the direction it was coming from and course correct in tumultuous times.

John helped you shower and held your hand as the contractions came and went. It was a lot calmer than the first time around. John had you and sleeping Jj in the car less than an hour later and you all headed to the hospital. John was sweet to you and sang embarrassingly loud to your playlist to help put a smile on your face. John was fully himself and in his element. The pressure and his natural sweetness were in full effect and you swore love had never felt this amazing before.

Sarah greeted you in the emergency room and took your baby boy and promised he’d be in good hands. That was until Grayson their older brother was there to pick him up. Then the entirety of John’s family showed up and were able to overwhelm you in seconds

You started feeling strange all of a sudden as you sat in one of those old squishy hospital chairs in he waiting room. John asked Sarah to check on you because he wasn’t sure how to comfort you. John pointed out you were going from feeling fine to not being completely yourself. He couldn’t find the words to say you were confused and out of it but made it out to be you were in pain. It was not his fault he didn’t know the signs.

Your ankles felt swollen and you were randomly getting double vision along with a light headache. After telling the Emergency Room staff and having your sister in law push that you needed to be seen ASAP. You were admitted and for once it felt like life was going smoothly.

Sarah marked on your chart that you were showing signs of distress but once the on call doctor checked on you it was brushed off. Saying this was normal labour pains. The doctor went as far as to tell Sarah that in your notes from your doctor, he wrote you were an ‘over reactor.’ Sarah knew this as untrue and told the Head Nurse in charge to be in your delivery room. That this was a lot more serious than people were handling it.

When Nurse Isabella came in she told you to call her Isa. Her presence was comforting, she looked like your mother which threw you off. You two could be mistaken as relatives and you kept glancing at her until she asked if you knew each other. You bashfully said no and called her pretty to save yourself the embarrassment. John gave you a strange look and started to clock how out if it you were.

That was until John’s mother came barging into the delivery room. At this point you were nearing go time and the sight of Mary set you off. For the first time you let your feelings be on full display in front of this woman you disliked so vehemently.

“NO! Get out!” You screeched as the contraction shook your body to its core.

You gasped and squeezed John’s hand so tightly you felt bad about it. He went to move to usher his mother out but was tethered to you by your vice grip. He walked away confidently but when his hand didn’t slip from your grasp he was jerked back. Going wide eyed John was shocked at your strength in this moment. John only stared at you like a lost puppy waiting for his freedom back.

“Don’t listen to her she’s clearly preoccupied. I was asked to be here as her other support person.” Mary lied to the nurses through her teeth. Her words had you seeing red. Your father, the only family you had was your support person. How dare this vile woman try to take his place.

John was gobsmacked at his mother audacity and too distracted by your distress to think quickly enough. Before John could defuse the situation your contraction had hit its height of pain and you squeezed his hand so hard he thought it might shatter but he kept a straight face.

“GET THIS DELUSIONAL WOMAN OUT OF HERE! I don’t know her, she’s a crazy woman!” You lied feeling no guilt at all with how much pain you were going through and the fact Mary had also just so blatantly lied.

“What is wrong with you! Don’t you have any class!?” Mary screeched just as loud as you.

With no thought behind it, with your free hand you grabbed John by the collar of his shirt and yanked him toward you with a lot more force than he thought you capable of. In a deadly serious tone that had the nurse next to stilling you shot venom into his ear.

“I’ll fuckin’ divorce you if she’s not out of here in ten seconds.” You spat not meaning a word you said.

It was a dirty tactic and you didn’t care at the moment you were not going to let this woman in the delivery room. You’d die before she was one of the first people to hold your baby.

“I know you don’t mean that. I love you.” If looks could kill you would have dropped a bomb in the vicinity and caused countless casualties.

John smiled at you nervously and kissed your sweaty forehead. It took some wiggling but he was able to have his aching hand back and for once you hated his beard for making your skin burn.

John had infiltrated war zones and been in countless life or death situation. Hell, he’d killed people, planted bombs, and landed a helicopter while bleeding out. But that look you gave him. John knew you were going to rip his head off if he didn’t handle this. Or worse, divorce him and he wouldn’t recover from that.

You were about to cuss him out but then stopped yourself. John grabbed his mother by the elbow and dragged her out of the room as she loudly protested against him. You could hear her shrieking and bawling like a child. Words of how cruel you were and that you were going to give your child a disease from your loose life style echoing into the delivery room.

“I don’t know what’s going on there. But are you okay? Do we need security?” Nurse Isa asked you. She very well knew this was Sarah’s mother but ignored the fact.

“No, but yes. I don’t know she’s my crazy mother in law and I don’t want her near my baby until I say it’s time.” You babbled out. Scared and panicking that you accidentally made your husband leave your side by your forceful demand.

You started to breath rapidly, panic setting in. You had no one now. Unfortunately your mind went to your own mother who passed when you were a little girl. All you wanted was her as you felt another contraction pass through your body.

“You’re not the first person to need that, que linda.” With a kind smile nurse Isa patted your hand. She rubbed your back and helped you through the contraction. With sweat beading down your face you let yourself be vulnerable.

“Could I have a hug? I’m sorry I just. . . I’d ask-“ and she hugged you nice and tight.

Holding you like you always wanted your mother to. Taking a deep breath, you were able to let out a sigh that had your emotion fading away. Missing your mother in this moment felt better than what Mary left you with.

So you cried to this nurse who didn’t know you. You cried about how you wanted your mom and needed her. How you hated how she was stolen from you as a little girl and knew she would have been the best grandmother let alone the mom you needed her to be. As you cried for your loss you begged for your father and he heard you.

“Bug, I’m here. Where the fuck is John?” Your dad burst through the doors and was by your side before any one could verify who he was.

“Dad!” You cried and then the worst contraction yet hit out of nowhere. Your eyes went from bright to agonizing in a flash and if your father could feel pain for you he would have.

It sucked the air out of you. Your hands shot to the plastic railings that you knew all too well. The memory of holding those rickety railing as your mother told you she was proud of you and those being some of her last words ringing in your mind. Gritting your teeth you bared down feeling the need to push fast approaching. You white knuckled the railings and let out and pained sob until finally you caught your breath and sank back into the hospital bed.

“Just breathe, there you go.” Your dad was smoothing down your sweaty hair.

Normally he was gruff, rough around the edges, and a jokester. Right now he was calm like how you remembered him when you got stood up at the middle school dance. He was sweet and loving like nothing in this world had ever mattered to him besides you.

“Nothing has ever been more important to me than you.” He spoke softly confirming your suspicion.

“Dad?” You whimpered as the contraction subsided. Sweat beading down your face and breathing heavily. You were holding back tears as you wished you could cry for your mother who had long passed.

“Yes, sweetheart.” Your dad’s voice was soft, the boisterousness he carried long gone.

The memories of how he never questioned you when you felt sick were flooding your brain. How you wore Jean overalls and your pretty dresses were muddling your brain as childhood memories made you delirious. The sound of your mother singing somehow playing behind all the commotion.

“I don’t feel right.” You whispered to him. It felt strange to raise your voice to anyone and tell them. You mentioned to your dad that you didn’t feel like you should. That you felt weaker and swollen in your joints but it was equated to birth.

“Your ankles are double the size.” Your dad joked. Then he motioned for the nurse to look and she glanced up at him and nodded as if to say she already knew.

“They are.” The whisper showed the fear cracking through your bones. You were breathing heavy through your nose and every so often glancing at the door waiting for your husband to return.

“It’s going to be okay. John will be back quick.” Your dad held you hand and you both knew John was having a verbal sparing match with his mother. You didn’t want her in the delivery room for the second time and she couldn’t handle it.

You continued to groan through contractions just waiting for your John to come back. Then once that one contraction ended there was a shift, you felt yourself ready to push before your doctor had even come to check on you.

The next moment happened out of nowhere but you vomited to the side and profusely apologized to everyone. Babbling through the pain that you were so sorry and didn’t know where that came from. The nurses were rushing around and Nurse Isa snapped that your doctor needed to be in there or else she would be sighting malpractice. Not even two minutes later after the threat he was in there.

“Hello, Mrs. Price. Lots of babies tonight! How are y-“ the anger that swelled in your body was volatile. You had no grace or kindness in you for this man who said he’d help you through this. To be honest you’d put off the labour to fist fight this doctor in the parking lot for how ignored you felt in this pregnancy.

“You’re the worst doctor I’ve ever had!” You tried to speak the words evenly but ended up screaming by the end, as you felt that horrible pain light up your whole body and pool in your groin.

“Okay. . . What’s wrong now?” He asked incredulously.

The doctor’s words had your father burning up like fire works. You knew he was a quick tempered man who used humor to cope. These two in a room together was worse than matches and gasoline. John’s even temper was needed immediately.

“Watch the attitude, fuck head. You’re the one who’s kept her waiting.” Your dad snapped at the doctor. No way was your father about to let this ass hat speak to you in that tone in your moment of need. He was far from docile and you could see how he was holding back for your sake.

You could see in the doctor’s eyes he didn’t like you or at least that was how it felt. So you panicked because if your doctor didn’t like you how could you hope to be cared for. John would put him in his place and because John wasn’t here you convinced yourself you were unsafe. You were also terrified your dad would go into papa bear mode and get himself kicked out and then you’d be by yourself.

“I-I. . . I can’t pee, my ankles are swollen, I swear they are. My head has been hurting, I’ve had double vision a while ago. But right now I’m just- AHH- in pain.” You just started to cry more out of stress than anything else. You were overwhelmed by Mary barging in, John leaving, being left with your father, and this doctor’s horrible bed side manner.

“She will have to push soon.” One of the nurses told you and your father happily. The doctor had his head shoved between your legs and checking on what everyone else already knew was happening.

“Look at that! you’re about to be a mum of two.” Your dad looked down at you so giddy, clearly trying to raise your spirits. You could see how excited he was to have another grandchild but the worry was evident in his eyes.

“Da-“ the contraction hit hard and you felt yourself become scared and revert back to a terrified form of yourself. A scared little girl who needed help and you missed her mother who had provided such security no one else was able to give you. Now all you had was your father and you watched as his face dropped as if he wasn’t good enough and he was far greater than most parents ever were.

“Mum! Please, mum!!!” You’d screeched, and then a clanging guilt took over as you called for a parent you hadn’t seen since you were a little girl, when your father was standing right in front of you. You cried and hiccuped out sobs as the pain subsided for a brief moment, only to intensify greatly.

“Ah, so I’m second place?” Your dad joked with tears in his eyes. It hurt deeply for him that you called for your mother and he too wished Mae could be there. You smiled at his joke but it was gone in a flash.

“Yes! You don’t need to see THIS!” You screamed for a moment.

But then he saw the panic in your eyes. He saw his little girl. The girl who scared the life out of him when she climbed the tree in the back yard then the roof. The little girl who loved digging around in dirt and showing off the different kinds of rocks she had found. And as you spoke you would forever be his little girl and he saw the fear plastered across your face.

“Daddy, I’m sacred. It doesn’t feel the same.” You cried and sobbed and begged. Not able to advocate for yourself. You were beginning to panic and breath shallowly which was ignored by the nurses and doctor around.

“You’ll be alright. We’re in the safest place possible.” In his words you felt abandoned. You were telling him in hopes he could be your advocate because your voice had become to small.

“And look at that, daddy’s here in time!” One of the nurses cheered as John bustled into the room. He looked angry but you cried at the sight of him.

“John!” You wailed for him, tears steadily rolling down your cheeks. Panic taking over and your hand practically pushing your father away from you and reaching for your husband.

“Sorry, I won’t be leaving again.” John smiled at you the evident pain from whatever he had to face with his family hanging around him. You just burst at the seams no long able to be polite or pretend.

“I don’t feel good! It feels off and I’m scared. And everyone keeps telling me I’m okay but I don’t feel okay. I remember Jj and this doesn’t feel like that. They keep saying I’m just in labour but but bu-“ you were hyperventilating at this point. Hiccuping out your words and you tried not to cry. John was by your side holding your hand and brushing his hand over your hair to comfort you.

“What’s wrong? Tell me now, I’ll make the doctor listen.” John didn’t hesitate to believe you. He didn’t care what he had to do even if it was you just panicking you would be looked after. Your dad gave you a kiss to the top of the head and excused himself, telling John to take care of you. Neither of you paid him much mind so he knew you were in good hands.

“My ankles are really swollen all of a sudden, and god I hate saying this. But I can’t pee. No matter how hard I try.” You cried having told all these symptoms to your doctor.

“I’ll make them listen.” John kissed you hard and you cried against his lips as his large hand cradled the back of your head. Before John could say a word your doctor spoke.

“You seem in perfect health. You’re young and this isn’t your first so I think we’re alright.” The doctor had been listening and knowing everything you all said. It was as if his decision had the room dismissed of all concerns.

“Doctor, she doesn’t feel alright. She keeps saying it and I’m not sure why you’re not listening.” John practically barked at the man. His face stayed cold but his blue eyes were violent.

“Mr. Price, your wife is having a baby. She’s not suppose to feel alright. Now hold her hand because it’s time to push.” The doctor was far from professional as he snapped back at John.

“You fucking listen to me! SHES NOT OKAY.” This was the loudest John had been all night and his anger freaked you out in your distressed state. You were panicking and John not being calm was causing you to cry harder as you went through one of the most painful moments of your life. You did the first push on your own as both men fought.

“Call security. Have Mr. Price removed for his belligerence.” Your doctors turned to the head nurse who stared back in absolute disbelief by both of these men.

“NO! DONT! Please don’t make him leave!” You sobbed and screamed. Turning and looking for anyone to help.

“No one’s going to make him leave. That would be cruel!” The last sentence was directed at your doctor as Nurse Isa tried to calm you down.

John was about to tackle the doctor for being so callous. The anger bubbling inside John was having thoughts no civilian deserved to have happen to them popping into his mind. John felt a bit deranged as he contemplated if it was worth snapping this man’s neck because John knew just how to do it.

“Behave yourself Mr. Price, or I-“ it was as if you were invisible as these two men verbally battled.

“JOHN!” You screeched to a point that John knew it was far gone to argue anymore. He felt horrible that any attention had been taken from you. All he wanted was for you to be given the help you needed.

“I’m right here.” John held your hand as you squeezed his to a point he swore the bones would crack. He wouldn’t be leaving this without a broken finger and that was okay. John would let you break every bone in his right arm if it meant you got through this okay.

The pushes became more frequent and intense. You cried and gritted your teeth through it all. Gasping for air as John helped hold you up, you closed your eyes remembering this part all too well.

“One last big push and we’re there.” The doctor barely got the words out as you braced yourself forward and John’s strong hand held you up by your back. You screamed in agony and held on to the plastic railing with all your strength as you bared down and tensed your muscles to a point you thought your whole body may give out.

The room became still for a moment, until your daughter’s cry broke the silence.

“John, hold her.” As the final pushed ended the words tumtbled from your mouth. The uncomfortable tug left you vacant and empty as if you meant nothing for a second.

When Jj was born he had been placed on your chest immediately after birth but this time you wanted John to be the one to hold Evelyn in her first moments of life.

You choked out gasps and your knees begged to close together as the uncomfortable raw feeling settled between your legs. You felt sore and horrible inside and out the epidural didn’t matter. The only way to describe it was the feeling like you wanted to evaporate on the spot.

The nurses were rushing around, saying the after birth was coming quicker than normal then realizing it was just blood. It wasn’t happening faster than normal, all you could focus on was the crying baby girl handed to your husband.

“Our baby.” You whispered watching as she was handed to John. You regretted the choice immediately and just wanted your girl now, right now.

John was wide eyed and had an awe struck look on his face. Turning to only glance at you, you fell more in love with him. He looked at you and you saw his world expand beyond himself and your little family. Evelyn was everything to him and you cried as John babbled to your baby girl.

“I will love you forever, your mum will love you forever. Evelyn we love you.” John was holding back tears as he spoke. Eyes watery and silent tears rolling down his bearded face. That’s when John turned to give you your baby girl but it all felt wrong in a split second.

“Give her- t-“ John was bursting with joy as he prepared to pass her off to you.

Then he saw you go limp. Turning to you John watched all the color drain from you and a shallow breath being taken in. You stared right at him as you spoke.

“I don’t feel so g-“ A choked gasp left you and you couldn’t get all the words out. You wanted to tell John that you loved them and you loved him for giving you your children.

John watched as you convulsed in front of him. You weren’t the woman you had been a second ago but now someone who no longer could had control of their body.

“Help her!” John yelled taking a few steps back with your baby in his arms. Panic took over and John felt like he was going through a PTSD flashback but for once he was totally clear minded for it. The scene in front of him was one of the most horrific things he’d seen.

“Let me take her.” A nurse was grabbing Evelyn from John and he didn’t even fight it. Handing off his baby John was by your side and calling your name.

“Wake up! Darling! Wake up!” John screamed at you but you weren’t asleep you had seized and now were coming to and huffing for air. The nurses and doctors doing everything they could to help you.

The cry of your baby girl ripped through the room, louder than ever. John’s hand on your cheek, he held you firmly as you relaxed slightly into his hold. John knew after your birth with Jj and comparing it to now something was horribly wrong.

“I told them I didn’t feel right. Help me.” You whispered weakly to your husband. For the first time John saw those bright eyes he loved so much go dim.

Then in the calm of your words you let out a blood curdling scream that was just as pained as your wails of labour. But your baby had been born. How could you still be in such agonizing pain?

“What’s wrong? She wasn’t like this with our son! Help her!” John was still cupping your cheek and looking around as the staff were flying into action. The doctor was trying to get you to talk to him and tell him what was hurting.

“Is she hemorrhaging? Her blood pressures through the roof.” One of the nurses called only to be silenced be the lead nurse.

“We need to get her to the OR.” The head nurse said evenly. Rushing to get your vitals again and the doctor who had delivered your baby was frantic but then calm in an instant.

“Get the father out. Now.” Your doctor was up and moving, face stone cold as the realization set in.

“She’s seizing.” Another voice called and then it was all hands on deck.

“What’s happening? Why’s, why’s she’s in so much pain!” John yelled over everyone, his voice having so much weight. He was trying to keep your body still as your eyes rolled back you convulsed.

“She might be hemorrhaging but she’s showing all the signs of eclampsia, you need to leave sir.” The doctor was in the zone as he quickly spoke in John’s direction. The nurses commented how eclampsia never happened this fast but you were showing all the signs.

“SO YOU IGNORED HER!” John shouted but before he could strangle the doctor like he had just decided he would, security grabbed him and saved John from a murder charge.

“I TOLD YOU! I gave you all the warning signs and you ignored her! You ignored us!” John was screaming at this point, his voice hoarse and the deepest it had ever gone. You had both documented the symptoms far before now and if you died John would torture this doctors far more than what you went through.

John shook the two security guard off with ease neither of them realizing who they were dealing with. John was trying to look over all the frantic bodies moving around to look at you. Then he was grabbed again with a lot more force and something just came over him.

“I LOVE YOU! Please, darling I love you! I don’t say it enough! I love you, please I love you!” John was begging through the chaos that maybe just maybe the last thing you heard if this was the end was how much he loved you.

John was able to fight of security a second time as he watched you come too after a seizer and struggle for breath. A choked and pained sob leaving you as you held your head in agonizing pain. John feared this would be the last thing he would ever hear from you as security grabbed him.

“MY HEAD!” You screamed at a volume John didn’t think was possible. He was watching you die. Security dragging him out as he fought tooth and nail to be in the room with you. It took four men to remove him from the delivery room.

“Just let me hold her hand, please don’t let her go. Not now! She’s too young! She hasn’t even held our baby! DON’T LET HER GO!” John was yelling and begging as security manhandled him out of the room.

John fought off two of them until he saw you limp and lifeless in the bed you gave birth in. It was as if the he gave up, the only image in his mind was of you motionless.

The double doors violently swished as John was dragged into the hallway. The fight in him vanished in an instant and John stumbled backward until his back ran into the wall behind him and he sank to the floor. The cool tile bleeding through his jeans as he breathed raggedly, pure panic taking over. His head was feeling a rush as he tried to form a coherent thought. But all that filled his mind was pure panic and then his heart was snatched into a vice grip.

“Mr. Price we need you to calm down. The doctors are doing everything to help your wife.” One of the security guards voice sounded from a distance but John couldn’t pay him any mind.

You were in there and you didn’t have a good chance of making it. John couldn’t help, he couldn’t even stand by your side and hold your hand any longer. He was useless.

This was the most helpless and defeated John Price had ever felt. Sitting on the cool tile of the hospitals maternity ward he wept. He cried like no one was there and he called your name. Begging god, anyone to save you. To not leave him lonely and a single father. Nurses stopped their normal duties to watch the new father of two beg and plead to no one in particular just to hold your hand one more time.

John was a wreck and he remained that way until he was asked to leave the hallway. That someone would be out to get him and he needed to be in the waiting room with the rest of the family. John was such a mess when he walked through those doors. His entire family and your dad waiting to hear how big your baby girl was and the name you decided on.

John couldn’t say a word and the nurse had to explain the situation. John sat in the chair closest the door and told everyone who asked him if he was okay to ‘fuck off.’ He didn’t care that he couldn’t stop crying he just wanted his wife. His darling wife that he loved more than anything in the world to be okay. No one could comfort him, it was impossible. No one but you held the key to do such a thing and John knew he’d lose himself completely without you in his life.

——————

“John.” Your voice was raspy and weak as you watched your husband enter your hospital room.

John looked exhausted. He had dark purple rings under his gorgeous blue eyes. He looked like heaven to you after being drugged out of your mind.

For John you had never looked more beautiful in all your existence. You were alive and John could just burst at the seams seeing you blink tiredly at him. You had lost so much weight in such a short amount of time and were pale almost beyond recognition.

Holding back his emotion John knew he needed to be your rock. What he was experiencing held no weight compared to your pain and suffering. He’d cry later before bed like he had been most nights in the privacy of your shared bedroom that had been vacant of your sweet smell and warm smile.

Tears were rolling down your face as your body found the energy to weep and you saw your husband enter your room with your baby in his arms. Your whole body reacted to seeing Evelyn, having never held her yet.

“Do you want to hold our-“

“You hand her to me right now, Jonathan Price.” You were breathing ragged, overwhelmed by the sight of your little girl.

You were crying weakly and then sobs left you as your husband slid your baby on to your chest. She was more beautiful than you imagined. She was awake with her icy blue eyes matching the shade of her father’s. Evelyn instinctually started mouthing for your breast and you started to cry harder having been told moments before you weren’t producing milk because of how weak your body was at the moment.

“Please tell me it’s only been us who’s held her.” You sobbed hard and John already knew this was a vital part of holding your trust as his wife.

“Your dad’s been helping. No one’s held her besides us.” John was having trouble keeping himself together.

He was beyond exhausted and had been struggling at home without you. He needed help taking turns at night between your new born and Jj who was struggling having less attention but mainly not having his mother.

“Thank you! Thank you. John, thank you!” You cried knowing his mother had most definitely tried to insert herself. The woman you despised hadn’t held your baby before you.

“Doctor said I need to stay for at least a week.” You told him quietly hoping the nurse didn’t hear you. You were trying to calm your breath, now hiccuping back your sobs.

“Most likely two, Mrs Price. You went through something very traumatic.” The nurse corrected hoping to not give your husband false knowledge.

“You’ll be staying as long as needed.” John told you adamantly. He couldn’t stop himself as he placed a kiss to your forehead, and then one to your cheek and finally you looked away from your baby for him to give your chapped lips the final kiss.

“But I need to breast feed. Like I did with Jj. You can’t do it all alone.” You were gritting your teeth doing everything to hold your emotions back in your fatigued state but you couldn’t. It had been impossible from the moment you saw your husband and daughter to keep yourself together.

“My darling, I can do it. I’ve done it for five days now.” John tried to reassure you but watched as absolute panic took over your features.

“It’s been five days!” You cried out. You hadn’t even know you’d been out of it for that long and your husband had been taking care of things.

“Don’t worry about feeding. Formula isn’t bad.” John reassured you. Casting his eyes up he saw the nurse shaking her head in disapproval at how the visit was going.

“But I want to breast feed! I can do it! I swear I can do it. Just let me try. Please. Please let me.” You pleaded as if your life depended on it and to you it felt like it did. Desperation was evident in your voice and there was no shame if you sounded pathetic in front of John. You needed him to understand how much this meant to you.

“Mr. Price I think you should head out. The visits working her up and that’s not good for recovery.” The words were spoken evenly. No empathy was coming your way but little did you know it truly was the clinically appropriate call.

“No! Please, I’ll behave! Just let me hold my baby a little longer. Please. I’ll behave.” You begged and John felt his heart break for you. There was nothing you could do and no amount of you could measure up to the standards you had set for yourself.

“I’ll be back first thing tomorrow, darling.” John deepened his voice to sound reassuring and then quickly wiped away a stray tear that fell from his smiling eyes. Taking Evelyn back was a bit of a challenge as you tried to hold on but were too weak.

“John.” You cried out as he left you with a kiss to the forehead.

John felt like a traitor leaving you there with your baby girl in his arms. He could hear you crying out for him to come back and to hold your baby girl a little bit longer. Little did he know the worst part was only beginning.

——————

Sunday morning had come and it was known as your day to sleep in, only your husband wasn’t allowing that to happen anymore. John walked into your bedroom with tired eyes and an aching back. Somehow through the weight of the world crushing him, he found the strength to smile. No part of him wanted you to know his feelings at this moment as he brought you breakfast in bed.

“Morning, want toast?” John’s gruff voice sounded from your bedroom doorway. He didn’t stop there but walked toward you in that way you loved where his hips swayed confidently. Normally it induced giddy giggle from you or your bright eyes would shoot down to his ass or crotch to get a good look and you waggle your eyebrows at him. He missed that; never before had John realized how much your goofiness brightened up the house until now.

“I’m okay.” You whispered into your pillow. Hating how the sun peaked between your curtains instead of staying far away from you.

“Maybe a walk down to the pond and back?” John asked.

Placing the plate of six pieces of toast and bowl of fruit on your bedside table, John then turned and pulled your curtains open. One of the half cut pieces tumbled from the stack and landed in your hair.

John watched your body stay still under the emerald green covers and he knew the only thing to get you out of bed would be your daughters cry. John came back over to you, only able to see the crown of your head as he placed the stray piece of toast back into the obnoxiously large stack. He hoped it would make you at least dryly chuckle that he’d bring you six pieces of bread. Hell, maybe you’d tell him to stop wasting food but, no. You gave him no reaction. Hair sticking up and knotted and your skin dry and oily at the same time from how little care you had given it, you stayed motionless.

You had become a shell of yourself since Evelyn was born. That woman who cried for her daughter in the hospital had vanished. The strong willed stubborn woman you were was now vacant and hollow. You were a husk laying in bed and withering away. John was lucky to get you to eat a piece of toast. Post partum depression was what the doctor called it but to John it was a sickly sadness that left you incapable of caring for yourself.

It crushed you and your husband to see how little interest you had in your children. You loved them, you truly did but you couldn’t understand why it felt like that love had shriveled up. The shame and guilt ate away at you and then the only thing that made you feel better was to be left alone to wither away in bed.

The thoughts that filled your mind were brutal and extreme. But they felt like your only solution in one of your darkest times of life. Sometimes existing felt like too much and it was easier to pretend you were invisible. The thoughts didn’t stop there. You dove back into all the hurt your life had given you and felt ashamed to be so damaged.

You had gotten a voicemail from John’s mother telling you to stop pittying yourself and be a proper mother. What confused you was the word ‘pity.’ You didn’t pity yourself but the people who were subjected to deal with you. It would be better if you just didn’t exist, right?

John had to help you bathe, persuade you to eat, and practically drag you out of bed only for you to go lay on the couch instead. You couldn’t return any of your dad’s phone calls and when he visited you barely said hello. You were avoiding all physical touch to a point you’d start crying if John tried to cuddle with you or give you a kiss goodnight.

It felt as if your marriage was turning to dust and you couldn’t do anything about it. You knew John had to resent you for how much of a mess you were during one of the most hectic times in your lives. You expected divorce paper to find their way on your bedside table every morning you woke up and you would accept it. In your mind you didn’t deserve love, how could you when you could barely get out of bed let alone care for your children.

The fact was, John held no resent toward you at all. He resented the doctor who said you were fine, his mother for almost spoiling your moment, and most of all himself for not advocating better for you. If anything he came out of this loving you more.

John would be by your side through this and waiting for you on the other side to welcome you home. He saw it the way you did when he was home after a grueling deployment and his mind plagued him. The time he needed to mentally recover never deterred you and this was his moment to repay the love you so freely gave him.

John would run to the ends of the earth just to see a glimmer of the woman he fell in love with. Nothing would keep him away not even when your mind was plaguing you. All that played over and over in his mind was the bright eyed look you gave him as you spoke the words ‘In sickness and in health.’

——————

The birds sounded strange and the air tingled against your skin. It felt like hibernation had thawed from your bones and it was time to wake up. There was no explanation as to why today. The antidepressant didn’t work nor did the effort from you husband and loved ones.

For some reason unknown to anyone including yourself you finally woke up. It was time to leave it all behind and go back to who you were; and that was a loving mother. You had a desperate need all of a sudden to be maternal when that feeling had laid dorment for months long.

Sitting up from bed you saw John laying beside you and snoring loudly like always. He was so fast asleep, he didn’t even hear you sneeze violently.

Even at rest John looked exhausted. It had been a long time since you stopped to admire how truly handsome John was. How his beard was a bit over grown and scruffy but the hairs on his chin were shorter the way you both liked. How he needed a hair cut since the hair on the sides had grown long enough to tickle his ear; and you knew he hated that.

For the first time since Evelyn was born you were able to let your husband sleep in. You got out of bed and changed into fresh clothes after your shower. It was a slow start to the day and by the time you were ready the sun had begun to lighten the sky.

You felt like a stranger in your skin, as if sadness was beckoning you back and it was tempting. So tempting you paused at the nursery door and questioned if your heart could handle it all. Then the sweetest sound echoed in your home.

“Mama?” Jj’s sweet voice called from just down the hall.

His door was open and crib in view as he caught sight of you. He sounded in disbelief that you were the one up and about. It was obvious in the last two months that John had been the provider and you had been a vacant soul only taking up space in your king sized bed.

Turning with a small smile you saw your baby boy smiling so widely at you, you thought his cheeks might burst. Your little boy didn’t hold anything back it was painfully obvious how much he missed you as he jumped in his crib and called for you.

“Mama!! Mama, Ma-ma!” Jj was bouncing and calling for you eventually breaking down into tears. He was crying so hard he plopped back against his mattress and wailed for you like he did when he got a boo-boo.

You weren’t getting to him quick enough but your body took you to him as fast as you could. Scooping your baby boy into your arms you hugged the toddler close to you as he clung to you. One hand pinching the skin on your neck while the other tugged your shirt.

You sighed in such relief feeling your son relax against you. Jj snuggled up to you and was falling back to sleep almost instantly from the comfort you provided.

Love was such an easy word to use with how you felt but not nearly as deep as it actually was. It felt as if a string had been tied to his heart and tightly fashioned itself to yours. It had been that way since the moment you felt him kick in your belly the first time.

Then your baby girl began to fuss but only slightly. It was as if no thought was needed as you fell into what you felt normality should be. What love meant to you out of the suffocating sadness you had been plagued by. This was what normal should be for you today, as your first day alive in months.

Making your way into your bedroom you gently shook your sleeping husband’s shoulder and he snored loudly and opened his eyes for a moment, dazed.

“The bottles too warm.” John mumbled not completely awake. His bare chest rising and falling rhythmically. With a warm smile you placed a sweet kiss to John’s cheek which seemed to wake him.

“Just cuddle him, he’s sleepy.” You handed Jj to an almost asleep John. But he had been functioning off minimal sleep so he woke up far quicker than you hoped he would.

John was dreaming. There was no way you were up and moving. That was the shadow of John’s wife, it couldn’t actually be you. You were suffering from things far beyond your control. There was no way after two months you would wake up and just be- well yourself again.

John took in a weak shaky breath as you entered your bedroom with Evelyn in your arms. You had woken up for both your children for the first time in two months. You had overcome something neither of you thought possible most days.

Seeing you with a pleasant look on your face that only got bigger as you glanced up at him had John crumbling. His normal emotional strength had disappeared because of the exhaustion. Now seeing you like this was so overwhelming John felt suffocated. But then the reality hit. He wasn’t by himself anymore. Were you really home? Was this real?

Then you smiled for the first time since you’d given birth.

John wept. Like a fool he cried as he held his sleeping son against his chest. Watching him hold Jj who was happily curdled up against your husband’s had you sniffling. You felt tears well in your own eyes, but for once they were the happy kind.

“Thought men of the military don’t cry.” You gasped out between tears.

Quickly you wiped them away and sat on the edge of the bed so you and John were face to face. John stared as you and saw how life had invaded your skin again. The hollowness from before was beginning to fill out and his wife was returning to him after all this time.

Holding your daughter felt foreign because although she was hungry she didn’t search for you to breast feed. It was something you’d get her accustom to again, now that you were ready to be consistent instead of just pumping.

“Not cryin’. Just happy to see you up and moving.” John didn’t bother to hide the cough of a sob as he silently celebrated your first triumph. He would be your biggest cheerleader from now on. And as happy as he was he laughed out a few sobs of relief.

“I was kidding, I’ve never seen you cry.” You said as an attempt of being playful and John gasped out a laugh. He hadn’t realized until this exact moment how much he missed your witty remarks and how funny he found you.

You were finally home and ready to help even if it was in the smallest ways. John knew what I felt like to be left all alone when you gave birth to Evelyn. He understood and accepted this was your life every time he left and it would only be more hectic.

The appreciation most husbands lacked was earned by John and you never once doubted him. Forever being greatful that he had stepped up and been the parent you both should have been while you were unable to be. You had been all alone with Jj and now Evelyn when he was deployed and John now understood what that meant. What life would be like for you as a mom with a full time job.

John stepped up in the most important time and proved his ability as a father. Not only did he prove to himself he could do it but found grace in it all and loved you more. John made a promise to himself to say yes more and give in to every request you had for him.

Unlike most, John never once complained or asked for outside help. His job as a father and husband was to support you all no matter what and do it guilt free. John did it himself and took care of you through it. To this day he still never spoke in a negative way of this time and referred to it as the time he learned what the love of a mother meant. He spoke so highly of your sacrifice and commended you as if you were some war hero. He even went as far as to tell you,

“You’re the strongest person to have graced this earth. How? How have I been given such an honor to be your husband?”

And you’d love him forever for that.

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Trèfle à Quatre Feuilles/ Cassandra Cain, Laura Kinney, Cindy Moon x Male Reader

Headcanons about Cassandra, Laura, and Cindy being in a relationship with the unluckiest lucky man in the world.

A/n: This was requested by @earthboundguythatlikesmother1 hope you like this. And sorry for the long wait.

Cassandra Cain

— How did they meet? —

It was one of those brutal Gotham nights where things just spiraled out of control. Cassandra had taken down a gang in a warehouse, but not without sustaining a nasty stab wound to her side. Refusing to involve Bruce or Alfred, she slipped away to avoid being tracked back to the Batcave.

Y/n was finishing up a long shift when he decided to stop by a small diner for some late-night coffee. Cassandra in her batgirl suit stumbled into the alley next to the diner, trying to catch her breath. She hadn’t expected anyone to be there, but Y/n heard the faint sound of her staggered steps and immediately rushed over to check.

Cassandra was defensive at first, wary of the man’s intentions. She didn’t want help—she was trained to take care of herself. But when Y/n introduced himself as a paramedic and calmly explained he was just there to help, she hesitated. There was something about the sincerity in his eyes that made her pause.

Without asking too many questions, Y/n quickly assessed her wound and patched her up with supplies he had on hand. Despite her stoicism, Y/n could tell she was in pain. He cracked a quiet joke about how Gotham’s nightlife wasn’t all it was hyped up to be, and Cassandra gave him the faintest hint of a smile.

Once she was stable, Cassandra thanked him quietly and disappeared before he could ask for her name. Y/n chalked it up to just another strange Gotham encounter.

A week later, Cassandra spotted Y/n again—this time in the middle of chaos. A fight between Batgirl and a villain had spilled into the streets, and Y/n was one of the unlucky bystanders caught in the fray. Except, true to his weird luck, everything that could have hurt him either missed by inches or was deflected by sheer coincidence.

After the fight, she approached the man to make sure he was okay. Y/n recognized her instantly as the woman he’d helped, even in her Batgirl suit. Y/n couldn’t help but tease her a little: “Hey, you’re a lot better at taking punches than you are at avoiding stab wounds.”

Intrigued by the man’s ability to stay alive in Gotham’s chaos and impressed by his calm demeanor, Cassandra began to keep an eye on him. At first, it was to ensure he didn’t get hurt, but over time, she found herself wanting to know more about him.

— How did their relationship develop from strangers to more? —

Whether it’s coincidence or her silently protecting him, Y/n keeps running into Cassandra during her patrols. Each time, he strike up a conversation, trying to get her to talk more. Slowly but surely, Y/n earns her trust.

Cassandra eventually starts visiting him after tough nights. Y/n offered her a place to rest, patched her up when needed, and always treated her with kindness and patience. He doesn’t push her to talk about her past or her work, but he makes it clear she’s always welcome.

It took months, but Cassandra finally felt comfortable enough to meet Y/n outside of her Batgirl persona. She showed up in civilian clothes, nervous but determined. Y/n, of course, greeted her with the same easygoing smile and suggested grabbing coffee.

— How is their dynamic as a couple? —

On paper, Y/n and Cassandra don’t make sense. Y/n’s just a normal guy in a world of capes and criminals, and Cassandra’s one of the most dangerous fighters in Gotham. But in reality? They make each other feel safe in a way that no one else can.

The protective one x The “it’s fine” one trope.

Cassandra is hyper-aware of danger. She sees threats before they happen and constantly watches Y/n’s movements, trying to anticipate where he might need protection.

Y/n, on the other hand, is the human embodiment of “Don’t worry, it’ll work out.” And annoyingly… he’s always right.

Cassandra once tried to train Y/n in basic self-defense, but halfway through, a pigeon randomly flew into the training mat, distracting her long enough for Y/n to dodge one of her attacks. “See? I’m fine,” he grinned. She just stared.

Neither of them is overly wordy when it comes to love. Cassandra struggles with verbal expression and Y/n? He believes actions speak louder than words.

Y/n’s way of saying “I love you” is patching Cassandra up after missions, making sure she eats properly, and leaving little notes in her gear with reminders like “Don’t forget you’re amazing.”

Cassandra’s way of saying “I love you” is leaning against Y/n while they watch TV, bringing him coffee during long shifts, and quietly fixing his collar before he leaves for work.

At first, Cassandra was deeply confused by how Y/n always survive situations that should at least leave him injured. Whether it’s a collapsing building, a stray bullet, or a villainous ambush—somehow, he always come out of it without a scratch.

“You should be dead,” she says blankly after Y/n walks out of a burning building holding someone’s pet cat. Y/n just shrug and say, “I guess it wasn’t my time.”

Y/n’s just a guy who loves Cassandra.

Despite the insanity of Gotham, all Y/n really wants to do is be a good paramedic and support Cassandra. Y/n knows she struggles with emotions and words sometimes, so he makes sure to show her love through actions—bringing her food, patching her up, and just sitting in comfortable silence when she needs it.

— How does everyone react to Y/n's “luck”?—

Y/n’s luck baffles the entire Bat-Family.

Bruce runs tests. Tim investigates. Barbara tries to analyze his movements. Damian assumes he’s some ancient being with hidden abilities.

But no. Y/n was just lucky.

Cassandra still instinctively tries to protect Y/n—standing between him and danger, keeping him out of crime scenes—but somehow, Y/n always end up saving someone while dodging death himself.

One time, she tries to push him out of the way of a falling streetlight, only for Y/n to trip, dodge it, and land perfectly on a mattress someone dumped on the sidewalk.

“…Did you plan that?” she asked. “Nope. But that was convenient,” Y/n replied.

Gotham’s villains thinks he’s cursed.

The Rogues Gallery is deeply unsettled by Y/n. Joker tries to throw him into a death trap? The mechanism jams. Scarecrow douses him in fear toxin? Y/n sneezes at the exact right moment and miss the full dose.

Even Ra’s al Ghul is unnerved. “This man… he cannot be just a man,” he mutters.

One time, Y/n gets knocked out during a hostage situation. Cassandra panics, thinking this is it—only for the ceiling to collapse exactly on the bad guys while leaving him completely fine.

In the end Y/n wake up dazed, looking at Cass’s worried face. “Did we win?”

“…Yes.”

Y/n had accepted that things just… work out for him. But Cassandra? She doesn’t trust luck. She trusts skill, and she worries that one day, Y/n’s luck might run out.

“You’re not invincible,” she reminds him.

“I know,” Y/n say, wrapping an arm around her.

Y/n’s luck rubs off on others (sometimes).

It’s weird. When people stick around Y/n, they also seem to avoid disaster. Cassandra finds herself dodging things she didn’t see coming, and even Jason once grumbled about how Y/n saved him from getting shot—purely because he tripped and accidentally knocked him out of the way.

“I don’t like this,” Jason mutters. “It’s unnatural.”

“Hey, I work in emergency response. I’m basically a professional at avoiding death,” Y/n jokes.

Bonus Headcanons:

Dick: “Okay, but what do you do when something bad happens?”

Y/n: “I just… move?”

Dick: *Squints*

Barbara: Low-key worried Cassandra is dating some kind of cosmic glitch but sees how happy Y/n makes her and approves.

Damian: Highly suspicious. He’s tried to throw things at Y/n to “test” his reflexes, only for a strong breeze to blow them off course.

Bruce: Ran so many background checks on Y/n. Eventually, he just had to accept he was just a normal dude with abnormal luck.

When Y/n cooks, he always guess the perfect amount of seasoning—even without measuring.

That on-time Cassandra and Y/n ran into Bruce Wayne at a restaurant? Y/n just happened to have saved the life of one of his board members earlier that day, so their meal was covered.

When Cassandra forgets to grab an umbrella? Surprise, Y/n randomly found one on the street right before it rained.

There was one time when Y/n’s luck nearly gave Cassandra a heart attack. Y/n fell off a rooftop (long story, blame Gotham), and she thought for sure this was the end—only for him to land in a pile of mattresses that had been thrown out earlier that day.

Cassandra was not amused. She didn’t let go of Y/n for a solid five minutes.

After that, she started keeping an arm around Y/n whenever they walked near ledges.

Laura Kinney

— How did they meet? —

It all started with a dog fight.

Laura had been tracking down a group running illegal underground animal fights. When she finally found their hideout, she did not hold back. By the time she was done, the whole operation was shut down, and every animal was freed.

But one dog—a battered, half-starved pit bull—refused to leave her side.

Laura didn’t know what to do with the dog. She wasn’t exactly an animal person, but something about this one made her hesitate.

She had no idea where to take it, so she just walked into the nearest veterinary clinic—which happened to be the clinic owned by Y/n.

Y/n took one look at the beaten-up dog, then at the bloodstained (but completely uninjured) woman holding it, and sighed.

“Rough night?” The man asked, already grabbing medical supplies.

“Not for me,” Laura replied, setting the dog down carefully.

Laura was fully expecting the man to be scared or suspicious. After all, most people took one look at her and knew she wasn’t normal.

But that man? He didn’t ask how the dog got hurt. He didn’t even flinch at the blood on her clothes. He just focused on helping.

When Y/n finished patching up the dog, he handed Laura a water bottle. “You okay?”

The mutant blinked, caught off guard. “I wasn’t in the fight.”

“Didn’t ask if you were,” Y/n said simply.

The dog became the first excuse Laura used to see Y/n again.

Laura didn’t plan on coming back, but the dog needed check-ups… and she didn’t trust just anyone with it.

Y/n, meanwhile, had started mentally labeling her as a mysterious badass with a soft spot for animals.

Over time, Laura started lingering a little longer after appointments. Watching Y/n work. Listening to how he talked to animals like they were people.

Y/n noticed, of course. “You’re welcome to stick around,” he told her once. “Though I’d appreciate a name to go with the brooding presence.”

“Laura.”

“Cool. I’m Y/n.” Y/n extended his hand, but Laura just stared at it. The man shrugged and went back to work.

— When did their relationship develop from strangers to more?—

One night, Laura was walking past Y/n’s clinic when she saw a robbery in progress. A guy had a gun on Y/n, demanding money.

Before Laura could even react, the guy tripped over absolutely nothing and knocked himself out on the counter.

Y/n blinked, looking down at him. “Huh.”

Laura, still hidden in the shadows, just stared.

When Y/n noticed her watching, he waved. “Hey, Laura. You’re here for a late-night check-up?”

She stepped into the light, eyes narrowing. “How did you—?”

“Oh, the robber? Bad luck, I guess.” Y/n grinned. “Or really, really good luck on my part.”

After that night, Laura started dropping by more often. Not just for the dog, but to observe Y/n.

Y/n was just… so normal. But at the same time, completely unaffected by the craziness around him.

“You live in a world of mutants, monsters, and super-soldiers,” she said one day, watching Y/n bandage a cat’s paw. “How are you still alive?”

The man shrugged. “Maybe I’m just lucky.”

“That’s not a real thing.”

“Tell that to the guy who tripped and knocked himself out.”

One night, Y/n found Laura waiting outside the clinic after his shift.

“You okay?” he asked.

“You should lock your doors,” the mutant said instead of answering.

“I do.”

“Not well enough.” She handed Y/n a brand-new, heavy-duty lock and security system.

The man raised an eyebrow. “Laura, are you… protecting me?”

She crossed her arms. “You’re bad at it.”

Y/n smiled. “That’s sweet.”

“It’s not.”

“It definitely is.”

(She didn’t argue, but her ears were a little red.)

— How did they start dating? —

They started going on “not-dates” (Laura’s words). Coffee after work. Walks with the dog. Laura stopped by just to “check on things.”

One day, Y/n was treating a bird with a broken wing when he muttered, “Man, I wish I had your healing factor.”

Laura, watching the man from the corner, casually said, “I’d give it to you if I could.”

Y/n paused. “That might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

The mutant went silent for a long moment before quietly saying, “That wasn’t… a joke.”

That’s when it hit Y/n—Laura Kinney, the unstoppable X-23, actually cared about him.

Y/n just smiled. “Well, I don’t need a healing factor. I’ve got my luck.”

The mutant rolled her eyes. But she also didn’t correct him.

The X-Men didn’t get it. Logan pretended he hated it (but secretly approved). Deadpool was obsessed with Y/n’s luck.

But to Y/n? Dating Laura felt natural. Like the universe had somehow balanced things out.

Y/n wasn’t strong like her. He wasn’t a fighter. But he was steady, reliable, and unfazed by the chaos around him.

And Laura, for the first time in her life, found someone who made her feel safe. Even if she still refused to believe in luck.

— How is their dynamic as a couple? —

The protective one x The “I’ll be fine” one trope (once again).

Laura is hyper-vigilant. If someone so much as looks at Y/n wrong, she’s already sizing them up. Laura is always ready to fight for Y/n. Someone looks at him wrong? She’s already sizing them up. A villain attacks? She’s got her claws out before Y/n can blink.

The problem? Y/n literally never gets hurt. He once walked straight through a fight between two mutant mercenaries, completely unharmed.

“You can’t just walk through danger like that,” Laura grumbled afterward.

“Why not? It worked,” he said, completely serious.

Laura just stared at Y/n like he was an unsolvable puzzle.

Laura doesn't know how to handle Y/n’s luck.

She doesn’t trust luck. At all. Life has never been kind to her, so she relies on skill, instincts, and planning.

Y/n? Y/n just roll with whatever happens.

One time, a car nearly hit him, but then the tire randomly blew out at the last second.

“How,” Laura muttered under her breath.

“No idea,” the man grinned. “Kinda fun, right?” the woman just squinted at him.

Laura isn’t big on words, and Y/n’s not a dramatic romantic.

Their love is shown in small, everyday gestures.

Y/n makes sure Laura eats properly. Laura fixes Y/n’s collar before he leaves for work. Y/n patches her up after missions, even though she heals in seconds. And Laura checks his clinic’s security every single night without telling him.

Laura is used to taking lives. Y/n, on the other hand, spends every day saving them. That contrast calms her. She likes watching Y/n work and seeing his gentle approach to life.

“You could’ve been a doctor,” she comments one night.

The man shrugs. “Animals are nicer.”

Laura considers that for a second. “Yeah. They are.”

— How does everyone react to Y/n's “luck”? —

Villains have given up on using Y/n as a hostage.

Someone tried once. Big mistake.

Before Laura could even rescue Y/n, the villain slipped on a spilled drink, fell into some exposed wiring, and electrocuted themselves unconscious.

“…You did that on purpose.” “I swear, I didn’t.”

Now, criminals actively avoid kidnapping Y/n. He now has a reputation.

Logan doesn’t trust Y/n at first. “A normal guy? No powers? Dating Laura? In this world?” But when he sees how Y/n keeps dodging death like a cartoon character, he just gives up trying to understand it.

Beast has run every test possible on Y/n. “There must be some scientific explanation.” Nope. Y/n was just that lucky.

Deadpool thinks Y/n’s some kind of “cosmic joke” and fully supports it. He once followed Y/n around for a day just to watch his luck in action. “This is better than TV,” he muttered as Y/n dodged another explosion without even noticing.

Laura does not trust luck. She trusts skill, instincts, and brute force. The fact that Y/n doesn’t have any of those and still survives stresses her out.

“Luck isn’t real,” she grumbles after Y/n casually avoids a Sentinel attack because he stopped to pet a stray dog.

“Maybe not,” Y/n reply, scratching the dog’s ears. “But if it is, I think it likes me.”

Gambit is a gambler. The moment he realizes Y/n’s luck is real, he starts taking Y/n to poker games.

“Mon ami, just sit next to me. I don't even need ya to play.”

Y/n doesn’t even gamble, but somehow everyone else at the table starts losing except Gambit. (He splits the winnings with Y/n, of course.)

Bonus Headcanons:

Logan does not like most people around Laura. But Y/n? He’s not a threat, and he makes her happy.

He’ll still act gruff. “If you hurt her, bub, I’ll gut ya.”

“Fair enough,” Y/n replies cheerfully.

He once saw Y/n walk through an explosion without a scratch and just muttered, “This guy ain’t normal.”

But he’ll never admit that he likes Y/n. He just tolerates the guy very enthusiastically.

Laura doesn’t do traditional romance, but she’ll casually lean against Y/n while he works. That’s her version of cuddling.

Y/n’s fridge is always stocked with protein bars because she eats like a wild animal.

Y/n has so many animals around him, and at first, Laura acted like she didn’t care… but then Y/n caught her secretly naming the clinic’s strays.

“Laura… did you name this stray cat ‘Murderclaws’?”

Silence. Then: “…It fits.”

Y/n got caught in a building collapse once. Laura saw him go under.

For a solid minute, she thought he was actually gone. Then, Y/n casually climbed out of the rubble, completely fine.

She didn’t say a word—just walked up and hugged him tight.

“Okay,” Y/n said after a moment. “I take it that was a close one?”

“I hate you,” she muttered. But she didn’t let go.

Y/n’s luck even works on animals.

Vicious dog? Loves him.

Angry stray cat? Purring in his lap.

A literal rampaging mutant bear? Somehow, it calms down when Y/n talks to it.

Laura, covered in blood and scratches from trying to take the bear down: “What the—how did you—”

Y/n, petting the bear: “I dunno. I just have a calming presence?”

Cindy Moon

— How did they meet? —

It all started with one lucky shot.

The Daily Mail wanted exclusive photos of Silk, the new web-slinging hero in town.

Y/n’s boss— J. Jonah Jameson— sent him out to get ANY shot of her in action.

“She’s fast, hard to track, and doesn’t stick around. Just get something we can use.”

Y/n figured, why not?

Cindy was mid-fight with some low-level criminals when Y/n randomly snapped a photo.

The shot? Flawless. Perfect lighting. Dramatic action pose. Background blur just right.

Y/n wasn’t even trying that hard. He just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

J. Jonah Jameson went nuts over it.

“HOW DID YOU GET THIS?!”

“Uhh… just lucky, I guess?”

Cindy noticed him. And when she saw the front page article with her as Silk, she thought: “How the hell did someone get that shot??”

She started keeping an eye on Y/n, convinced he was either: A secret agent. A private investigator or some kind of meta-human.

Cindy then decided to test him.

Cindy (as Silk) set up a fake crime scene—just some staged webbing on a rooftop to see if Y/n “just happen” to be there.

Y/n was walking home from work… and somehow stumbled onto the exact rooftop she was watching.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Cindy muttered under her breath.

Meanwhile, Y/n just looked around like, “Huh, a weird place for a crime scene.”

Cindy finally dropped down in front of the man and asked straight up: “Who do you work for?”

Y/n just blinked. “Uh… the Daily Mail?”

Y/n explained that he was just a photographer, trying to get good shots.

Cindy stared at him, processing.

“So… you’re not a spy?”

“No?”

“Not secretly a mutant?”

“Nope.”

“Not working for some shady organization?”

“I mean, the Daily Mail is kinda shady sometimes, but nah.”

Cindy kept running into Y/n (completely by accident).

No matter where she was—swinging through the city, fighting crime, grabbing coffee—Y/n was always there.

Not stalking. Not searching. Just existing in the exact right place, every time.

One day, Y/n was at a coffee shop, reading his new camera manual. Cindy (out of costume) sat next to him without realizing it.

When they both noticed each other, she blurted out: “Are you a glitch in the Matrix??”

Y/n laughed and said, “I think I’m just really, really lucky.”

That was the moment Cindy realized: Oh crap. I like this guy.

— How did their relationship develop from strangers to more? —

Cindy asking Y/n out in the most awkward way possible.

She tried to be casual. She failed.

“Hey, so, like, you’re funny and stuff. And not a spy. And, um… do you like food?”

Y/n blinked. “Yeah?”

“Cool. You should eat food. With me. Sometime. Or now.”

Y/n grinned. “Are you asking me out?”

Cindy froze. Then blurted: “MAYBE.”

Y/n just chuckled. “Alright. Let’s go get some food.”

They started dating. Cindy pretended not to be into Y/n at first, but everyone could tell she was.

“I mean, he’s just some guy.”

“Cindy, you literally watch him like a hawk.”

The fact that Y/n kept surviving ridiculous situations only made her fall for him harder.

— How is their dynamic as a couple? —

Cindy acts first, thinks later.

Y/n goes with the flow but somehow always ends up in the right place at the right time.

If a fight breaks out? Cindy is already swinging into action, while Y/n just steps to the side and avoids an explosion without noticing.

Cindy: “You should be panicking right now!”

You: “Eh, I had a feeling I’d be fine.”

She’s so stressed, but she loves that Y/n is the calm to her storm.

Cindy worries about Y/n constantly.

But no matter what happens, Y/n always survive unscathed.

“Babe, stay behind me!”

“I think I’ll be fine.”

Five seconds later, a random lamppost falls and blocks an attack heading for Y/n.

Cindy: ”…I hate you.”

Y/n: “Nah, you love me.”

She has danger-sense, super agility, and reflexes—and she still takes hits sometimes.

Meanwhile, Y/n walked through crossfire, explosions, and falling debris without a scratch.

“I train every day to survive fights. What is your excuse?”

“Just vibes.”

Cindy once made Y/n wear protective gear on a date. It somehow got damaged, but he was completely fine.

“I give up,” she mutters as Y/n sips his coffee.

Cindy has major anxiety and trust issues from being locked in a bunker for years.

Y/n reminds her to breathe, take breaks, and enjoy life.

Cindy pretends she’s the cool one in the relationship.

But the moment Y/n’s not around, she’s like: “Has anyone seen my boyfriend?”

“Cindy, it’s been five minutes.”

She loves how easygoing and funny Y/n is, but she will never say it to his face. (Until she’s half-asleep and mumbles, “You’re my favorite person.”).

— How does everyone react to Y/n's “luck”? —

Cindy is incredibly protective of the people she cares about.

Y/n? He just keeps walking through life unscathed, and it drives her nuts.

“I swear if you get crushed by a collapsing building—”

“Babe, I won’t.”

The building collapses. Y/n stepped to the side at the exact right moment.

Cindy just squints at Y/n. “This is NOT NORMAL.”

“Neither is web-slinging, but here we are.”

Spider-Man thinks it’s hilarious.

“Bro, I have Spidey-Sense and I still get hit. How do you do it?”

“No clue, man. Just vibes.”

Black Cat desperately wants to steal Y/n’s luck.

“Are you sure you don’t have powers? No magical artifact? No deals with demons?”

“Nope. Just a guy with a camera and a dream.”

Someone tried taking Y/n into hostage once.

Before Cindy could even come to the rescue, the villain accidentally knocked himself out trying to tie him up.

Another time, Y/n was trapped in a burning building… but then a freak rainstorm put the fire out.

At this point, villains actively avoid Y/n because something always goes wrong for them.

J. Jonah Jameson doesn’t know how Y/n does it.

“How do you ALWAYS get the perfect shot? Do you have a sixth sense?”

“Nope. Just good timing.”

Bonus Headcanons:

Cindy forgets to eat a lot, so Y/n always make sure she has food.

“Babe, have you eaten today?”

“Uhhh—”

“That’s a no.” Y/n hands her a sandwich.

Y/n has so many photos of Cindy (both as Silk and just as herself).

She acts embarrassed but secretly loves them.

“You make me look cool.”

“You are cool.”

Cindy keeps trying to test Y/n’s luck.

She throws things at Y/n just to see if he’ll avoid them.

Y/n always accidentally dodges at the last second.

One time, she tried to catch him off guard by webbing his foot mid-walk.

Y/n tripped—but landed on a discarded mattress on the street.

Cindy just stared at him. “That. Should. Not. Have. Happened.”

Y/n shrugged. “Maybe the universe just really likes me.”

Cindy has been through so much trauma. She’s used to losing people.

But Y/n? He always comes back, no matter what happens.

And even though she teases Y/n about his luck, she’s grateful for it.

Because, for once, she doesn’t have to be afraid of losing someone she loves.

“Hey, Cindy?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I might actually be the luckiest guy in the world.”

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Shut up and kiss me, Lucky Boy.”

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