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Summary: You were his the moment he saw you. To you, it was fate that you met Eren, but to him? To him, everything was completely designed and manipulated by him. ۶ৎ Eren x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Slight violence (Not to reader), reader is a single mother, stalking, obsessed Eren, emotional manipulation, unprotected sex, spying, missionary, doggy, cunnalings, oblivious reader, stripper, baby trapping

Babble; Hey girl, hope you like it x

Word count — 6.7k

The first time Eren saw you, he wasn’t even supposed to be there.

It was Connie’s birthday, a half-assed plan that led to a night full of neon lights, bass-heavy music, and the scent of liquor clinging to sweat-slicked skin. He wasn’t interested in the celebration, not really. But then, you walked onto the stage, and he lost the ability to focus on anything else.

You weren’t looking at him—you weren’t looking at anyone in particular—but that didn’t matter. Because from that moment on, you belonged to him.

He hadn’t planned on this. He wasn’t the kind of man to get distracted, let alone obsessed. But there you were, completely unaware that you had just changed the course of his life.

He came back the next night. And the next. And the next.

It’s pathetic—he knows that—but obsession is an ugly thing.

But Eren didn't mind being ugly for you.

At first, it was just about seeing you, memorising the way your body moved, watching the way other men watched you. But then, curiosity turned into something deeper, something darker.

Eren didn’t just want to watch you anymore. He wanted to know you.

So, he followed you home one night. Not too close, just enough to see where you lived. A small apartment on the outskirts of town, tucked between a laundromat and a corner store. He stayed outside for hours, wondering what you were doing inside. If you were alone. If you were thinking about him the way he thought about you.

Then he started digging.

He found out your real name, not just the stage one. Learned where you went to school, who your friends were. And then, one day, as he sat parked outside your apartment, he saw something that made his stomach twist.

A child.

A little girl, no older than three, holding your hand as you walked her up the steps.

Eren had never considered that you had something—someone—waiting for you. The thought made his blood run hot, his jaw tightening with something ugly and possessive.

But it didn’t change anything.

It just meant he had more to protect.

You huffed as you finally stepped off stage, rolling your shoulders to shake off the weight of another long shift. The night had been a successful one—money rained, hands reached, and men gawked. Same as always.

Sometimes, you hated yourself for it. Stripping for men who were married, engaged, or just too pathetic to go home to their girlfriends. Men who would rather throw money at you for a fleeting fantasy than put in the effort to love the women waiting for them.

But then, you remembered why you did it.

Your phone lit up the second you unlocked it, and the first thing you saw was a picture of your daughter grinning at the camera. A message from your sister followed right after.

She’s been out for hours; don’t worry, you can come get her in the morning.

You smiled, relief easing the tightness in your chest. You were a single mother, juggling work and school, and this was how you kept food on the table. Your friend Historia had been the one to convince you to try it, going on and on about the rich men who threw money at her just to watch her dance.

It was supposed to be temporary. A couple of nights, at most. But then nights turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and now you were one of the regulars' favorites.

Your gaze flickered down to the cash buried at your feet. You and the other girls were already counting your earnings for the night. Lately, you'd been raking in more than usual—not that you were complaining.

“And there you have it, folks—the best dancer out there,” Historia teased, nudging you with her shoulder.

You giggled, shoving her back. “Oh, come off it. There was a bachelor party tonight, and I did a lot of lap dances. It’s probably all from that.”

Historia hummed knowingly, looping her arm with yours as you both made your way out of the club. The bouncer nodded as you passed, and the two of you stepped into the cool night air, the scent of cigarette smoke and lingering cologne still clinging to your skin.

“I still don’t get why you park so far away,” you mused. “You do know we have parking, right?”

Historia scoffed. “Yeah, and if a guy sees what car I drive, he’ll be waiting for a ‘private lesson.’ I am not about to go to jail for killing some dude who can’t take no for an answer.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you walked her to her car. The streetlights flickered above you, casting shadows across the pavement.

By the time you started your own walk home, exhaustion clung to your bones, making every step heavier than the last. The streets were nearly empty, the silence stretching too thin. That was when you heard them.

Footsteps.

Your stomach twisted. You didn’t want to turn around, didn’t want to confirm what you already knew. But the panic creeping up your spine made your breath hitch, your fingers curling around the strap of your purse.

Before you could move, another set of footsteps cut through the silence.

A figure stepped between you and whoever had been following—a man, broad-shouldered, with long brown hair and piercing green eyes. He didn’t even look at you at first, just over his shoulder, gaze sharp and assessing.

Then, he turned, expression softening.

“You alright?” His voice was smooth, calm.

You swallowed, trying to steady your breathing. “I—I think that guy—”

“He’s gone now.” He offered you a reassuring smile. “You should be careful walking alone this late.”

Relief flooded through you, making your knees weak. “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Let me walk you home,” he said easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Just to be safe.”

You hesitated. You didn’t know him. But something about him felt… safe. Like you could trust him.

So, you let him.

Because the first time you met Eren Yeager, the alarm bells were silent.

He walked half a step behind you, just close enough that you could feel the quiet reassurance of his presence. Every now and then, your eyes flickered toward him, taking in the way the streetlights cast shadows across his sharp features. He was handsome—undeniably so—but there was something else about him, something that made your pulse stutter in a way you couldn’t quite place.

“I’m Eren, by the way.” He glanced at you, waiting for your name in return.

You hesitated for only a moment before offering it, watching as his lips curled into a slow, pleased smile. He already knew it, of course. Had whispered it to himself more times than he could count, tracing the syllables in his mind like a prayer.

“It suits you,” he murmured.

You laughed softly, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. “Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Eren shrugged, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Just… you seem like the type of person who makes a name their own.”

You huffed, shaking your head. “That’s oddly poetic for someone who just scared off a creep.”

A small chuckle left him, effortless and warm. “What can I say? I contain multitudes.”

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a few blocks. He let you set the pace, let you feel like you had control of the situation—like this was just a chance encounter, a stroke of luck on an otherwise unsettling night.

And you believed it.

That was the best part.

“Here’s me.” You gestured toward your building, already fishing out your keys. “Thanks again for, y’know… all of that.”

Eren tilted his head, expression unreadable. “You don’t have to thank me. Just be safe, alright?”

There was something so genuine in the way he said it that you felt a pang of guilt for doubting him at all. You nodded, smiling as you stepped inside, giving him one last glance before the door shut behind you.

Eren didn’t move right away.

Instead, he watched as the light in your window flickered on, his fingers twitching at his sides. He could see the faint silhouette of you moving inside, hear the faint sound of your voice when you called your sister to check on your daughter.

It took everything in him not to stay there all night.

But he didn’t have to.

Because this was just the beginning.

And soon enough, you wouldn’t just see him as a stranger in the night.

You’d see him as exactly what he was—an irreplaceable part of your life.

Eren remembers when he saw you again by 'coincidence'. It was your local farmers market; the surprise was evident on your face, but he remembered the way your eyes shifted to him, the way he intrigued you.

"Fancy seeing you again." His voice was smooth, casual, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his expression—something unreadable.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling too wide. As pathetic as it sounded, you hadn’t stopped thinking about him. And how could you? Even now, dressed down in a grey tracksuit with his long hair tied back, he looked like he’d stepped out of a damn daydream.

"This is the closest farmers market to me, which I’m grateful for because of her." You gestured to your daughter, still knocked out in the shopping cart.

Eren’s gaze softened, something deep and unshakable tightening in his chest. She was so small, so peaceful—completely unaware of the man staring at her like she already belonged to him.

“She’s adorable,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Probably keeps you up all hours, huh?”

You huffed a tired laugh. “You have no idea.”

Eren hummed, but his mind was already somewhere else—picturing a morning where he’d wake up next to you, your daughter climbing into bed between you both, babbling about something only a toddler could make sense of. The thought was dangerous, intoxicating.

You grabbed a carton of strawberries, setting them in the cart before glancing at him. “So, you cook?”

A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Yeah, I like to.”

"That's impressive. A man that looks like you and can cook? You're a rare breed.”

Eren chuckled, but his gaze darkened slightly. You had no idea just how rare he was. No idea that he wouldn’t let you find anyone else like him—because you were his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

"Well," he shrugged, "if you ever want a home-cooked meal, I’d be happy to make you something."

You hesitated, surprised by the offer. “Oh, that’s really sweet, but—”

“No pressure,” Eren cut in smoothly. “Just putting it out there.”

You chewed on your bottom lip before glancing at your sleeping daughter. The thought of a meal you didn’t have to cook yourself was tempting—almost too tempting. But you barely knew him.

Still, the idea of seeing him again made your stomach flutter.

"I'll think about it," you teased, throwing him a look.

His smirk widened slightly. "That’s all I ask."

It hadn't taken long for you to text Eren, agreeing to your date. Not that he was surprised. Now here he was, standing outside your apartment, gaze softening as he looked over you. His head slightly tilted, taking in the sight of you.

"You look beautiful." He watched as you bit your lip, trying to hide the smile on your face as you let him in.

His gaze swept across your apartment—not out of curiosity, but habit.

Eren hadn't waited that long before he was letting himself into your apartment.

Not that he would call it breaking and entering.

No, Eren simply needed to make sure you were safe, that you and your daughter had a good place to live.

That’s what he told himself as he moved through your home like it was his own.

He had touched everything. Gone through your drawers, flipped through your mail, opened your fridge just to see what you had stocked.

He’d smoothed his hands over the bedsheets you slept in, pressed his fingers against the lace underwear folded neatly in your dresser.

And as he went, he left little pieces of himself behind.

Tiny cameras, nestled so perfectly in the corners of your living room, your bedroom, your bathroom.

Little windows into your life, allowing him to watch you at any moment.

He snapped out of his memory as he watched you move across the room. His eyes caught sight of your daughter’s toys neatly stacked in a corner, the small pink blanket draped over the couch—her little world, nestled safely inside his.

He brought his attention back to you, holding up the bag of food.

“I cooked enough for all of us,” he said. “Hope you don’t mind.”

Your eyes widened slightly before they softened with something warm.

“You actually cooked? Thought we'd just order takeout.”

Eren smirked. “Of course. Have to keep up my first impressions.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you led him to the kitchen.

Dinner went smoothly—better than he had expected.

Your daughter adored him, just as he knew she would.

She clung to him quickly, her giggles filling the apartment as he played along with her little games, asking about her stuffed animals like they were old friends.

And you—

You watched him.

You watched the way he handled her with ease, the way he cut her food into tiny pieces without a second thought, the way he was patient, gentle, attentive.

Like he had always been meant to be here.

When bedtime rolled around, you kissed your daughter goodnight and tucked her in, leaving just the two of you in the dim glow of the living room.

The moment stretched.

Neither of you moved to fill it.

Eren leaned back into the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his gaze locked on you.

Your lips parted slightly; his gaze darkened as he watched your tongue poke out and wet your lips. Fuck, it was taking everything in him but you surprised him, you kissed him first.

It was hesitant at first, uncertain, but Eren felt the moment your body melted into his, the moment hesitation turned into something deeper.

Something desperate.

He pulled you closer, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your top, brushing against your bare skin.

A sharp inhale left you, your hands fisting in his hoodie as his tongue flicked against yours, deepening the kiss.

You let out a soft, breathy moan—fuck.

He needed to hear it again.

He wanted to hear it on loop, playing through the hidden speakers of his mind while he watched you over and over and over—

But then, suddenly, you pulled back.

Your face flushed as your eyes darted anywhere but him.

Eren’s jaw clenched as he watched you force yourself to put space between you.

"I-I haven't had a date in a very long time and I don't wanna fuck it up.”

His voice was smooth, controlled. “You're not gonna fuck it up mama, promise.”

You swallowed still avoiding his gaze.

But he reached for you again, cupping your chin, tilting your face back toward him.

He kissed you—soft this time, slow and lingering, like he was sealing something in place.

“I’d love to take you out again.” He murmured against your lips

You let out a breathless laugh, odding. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

And just like that, he had you.

Right where he wanted.

Eren had taken you out again, and each time, he could see how deep your affection for him had grown. It hadn’t even been a full month since you started dating, but he could already feel the way you leaned on him, the way you reached for him in subtle ways.

The goodnight texts. The way you never let too many hours pass without messaging him. How you let him drop you off and pick you up from work without protest now.

At first, you had hesitated when he offered to pick you up. He saw the uncertainty in your eyes, the way your lips parted as if you wanted to say something but weren’t sure how. You were scared—afraid to tell him what you actually did for a living.

As if he didn’t already know.

But when you finally admitted it, the relief on your face was instant. His answer had been simple, easy.

"I don’t care."

And from that night forward, the bouncers got used to his face.

Your daughter adored him too. It didn’t take long for her to start calling him “Daddy Eren,” and something primal settled deep inside of him the first time he heard it. He was already so intertwined in your life, but hearing it from her tiny mouth, seeing the way she clung to him when he dropped her off at daycare, the way she begged for bedtime stories whenever he was over—it solidified something in him.

He belonged here.

And you didn’t even realize just how permanent he had made himself.

The buzzing of his phone pulled him from his thoughts, and his eyes darkened when he saw the picture you’d sent him.

A short, tight purple dress clung to your body like a second skin, hugging every curve. Your blonde braids that matched your skin tone perfectly, framed your face, accentuating the pout on your full lips as you posed just right.

Can’t wait to see you.

Fuck.

Eren exhaled sharply through his nose, already hard beneath his jeans. You had been loosening up over the past few weeks, your touches lingering longer, your kisses more desperate. Heavy petting and long make-out sessions had left him on the verge of ruining himself more than once.

He palmed himself roughly, groaning lowly as he brought your panties to his nose.

He had been in your apartment for a while now—long enough that your scent surrounded him, sweet and intoxicating. It clung to your couch cushions, the blankets draped over the side of your bed. His fingers ghosted over your belongings like a lover’s touch, reverent and possessive.

He remembered the first time he found your underwear. Delicate lace. Soft cotton. Colors he knew contrasted beautifully against your warm, deep skin.

The first time he rubbed the fabric between his fingers, then against his cheek.

The first time he brought them to his nose, inhaling you—raw, intimate, intoxicating. It had sent a shiver down his spine, his body going taut with need.

Just like now.

He exhaled sharply, stuffing your panties into his pocket before pulling himself together. He had to pick you up soon.

The drive to the club was automatic, muscle memory. He was there before your shift had ended, already seated in his usual dark corner.

He nursed a drink he never touched, eyes locked onto you.

He loved watching you work—loved the slow, teasing roll of your hips, the way you commanded the stage. He loved watching men reach for you only to be swerved, their greedy hands left empty.

Until he showed up.

Older. Cocky. Entitled.

Eren saw it the second the man got too close. You were used to this, flashing a polite smile as you placed a gentle hand on his chest to keep your distance. But he didn’t get the hint. He leaned in too far, whispered something in your ear.

You tensed—just for a second—before stepping back with a laugh that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Eren knew that laugh.

It was the one you used when you were uncomfortable.

His vision went red.

By the time he realised he had moved, he was already following the man.

The alley was dark, secluded.

No one saw Eren slip in behind him.

No one heard the struggle, the way the man choked on his own screams as Eren’s fingers crushed his throat, stealing the breath from his lungs.

No one noticed when he left the alleyway alone.

And when he returned, you were just finishing up, completely unaware that the man who had made you uncomfortable would never be coming back.

You smiled when you saw him, instantly walking into his arms. His place. Where you belonged.

“Hey, baby,” you murmured, voice sweet and warm, completely oblivious to the blood still drying beneath his nails. “Ready to go?”

Eren pressed a kiss to the top of your head, inhaling deeply, his fingers flexing around your waist.

“Always.”

Eren watched as you entered your apartment, he hadn't seen you in a couple of days. You had to spend the weekend with your mum and it was driving him nuts that he didn't have a visual on you.

Well, you did FaceTime and text him many times but he missed watching you move naturally.

But now his skin came alive as you entered the apartment. He remembers you telling him that you were gonna drop your daughter off at daycare before coming home.

The camera feed followed your every step as you dropped your bag by the door and headed straight for the fridge. Probably thirsty from the drive back. You sighed when you pulled open a stack of mail—bills, most likely. His jaw clenched at the thought. He had more than enough to take care of you. It was only a matter of time before he convinced you to let him.

The cameras shifted as you made your way to your bedroom, you phone steady in your palm but the minute you opened your bedroom door you froze.

His brows furrowed as he watched the stillness of your body. Your hands begin to shake as you fumble with your phone and run back into the living room.

Eren felt the buzz of his phone, his eyes darting to the caller before he shifted back to his computer.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted smoothly, as if he wasn’t watching you.

“Eren.” Your voice was shaky, laced with fear. “I—I just got home, and my bedroom window was open.”

His grip tightened around his phone. He knew you closed your windows when you weren't home, and he forgot to close it last night after he left.

“Are you sure you didn’t just forget to close it?” He kept his tone even, already anticipating your response.

“No, I know I locked it, I always lock it when I'm not home.” You insisted. “I’m freaking out. What if someone was in here? What if—”

“Hey, hey,” he interrupted, his voice turning soothing. “It’s okay. I’m coming over right now.”

You exhaled, the sound of relief evident through the phone. “I just… I need you Ren."

He could feel the blood in his ears, the softness of your voice went straight to his cock. He continued to speak to you, his car keys rattling in his hands as he raced to his car.

He could hear the way your breathing elevated; he could now hear the busyness of your street, knowing you stepped outside rather than to wait inside with a possible 'intruder'.

The moment he pulled up outside your apartment, his eyes immediately found you. You stood just outside the entrance, arms wrapped around you, shifting anxiously on your feet. The sight made something dark and possessive coil in his chest.

He stepped out of the car, and the second your eyes met his, you hurried over. Without a word, you buried yourself in his arms, clutching at his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

Eren exhaled slowly, wrapping himself around you, his hand smoothing over the curve of your back. “I’m here,” he murmured, kissing your hair. “You’re okay.”

You nodded against his chest, but your grip didn’t loosen. “I just… I couldn’t sit in there alone.”

His heart hammered, his lips twitching into the smallest smirk over your head.

“Let’s go inside,” he said, guiding you toward the door. “I’ll check everything.”

You didn’t let go of him as he unlocked the door, staying close behind as he stepped inside first. He moved through your apartment with careful ease, playing the part of the protective boyfriend while discreetly checking for his own mistakes.

The cameras were still perfectly hidden. The small traces he’d left—your underwear he had pocketed, the slight shift in your blankets—none of it was noticeable. But the window. That was his only slip-up. He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Eren double-checked every lock, every window, making a show of it just for you. He even peeked into your closet, your bathroom, anywhere an intruder might be hiding.

Finally, he turned to you, his expression soft, reassuring. “All clear, baby,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along your arm. “No one’s here.”

Your shoulders sagged with relief, your lips parting as you took a shaky breath. “Thank you.”

He could still see the uncertainty in your eyes; he didn't even have to say much, his hands steady against your waist as he eased you down. You were still trembling slightly, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt as you tried to steady your breathing

“I feel so stupid,” you murmured, as the movie continued “I probably overreacted. It was just a window, and nothing’s missing. I just—”

Eren turned to you, his hands palming the side of your face as he cut off your self-doubt with a firm look. “Don’t do that,” he said, voice low, unwavering. “You were scared. You did the right thing calling me.”

Your lips pressed together, eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Yeah, but—”

“No ‘but,’” he interrupted smoothly, his hands finding yours, thumbs brushing along your knuckles. “If you ever feel unsafe, you call me. Always. I don’t care what time it is, where I am—I’ll be here whenever you need me.”

Your breath hitched, your fingers tightening around his instinctively. He meant it. You could see it in the way he looked at you, the way he held you, the way he always showed up.

You leaned forward before you could second-guess yourself, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his lips. Eren inhaled sharply, but he didn’t hesitate—his hands cupped your face instantly, deepening the kiss as his thumbs stroked your cheeks.

Your body relaxed against him, the fear from earlier melting away as warmth spread through you. Eren’s lips were slow, deliberate, savoring every second of your mouth against his.

But then you shifted, your legs parting slightly, and he felt the heat of your body through your shorts. A low, quiet groan rumbled from his throat, and his grip tightened, fingers sliding to the back of your neck.

The kiss grew heavier, needier, his tongue slipping past your lips as he guided you back against the couch. His body hovered over yours, one hand gripping the back of the couch while the other ghosted down your thigh.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips, voice strained, heated.

But you didn’t. Instead, your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him back down, pressing your body flush against his.

Eren’s lips trailed down your jaw, hot and eager, teeth grazing your pulse as his hands found the hem of your shirt. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, palms sliding against your soft skin as he pushed it higher—exposing more of you.

His breath was heavy against your neck, his body tensed with restraint. “You have no idea how much I missed you,” he murmured, voice thick with need.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, heat pooling between your thighs as his hands wandered higher, you bit your lip, arching into his touch.

“Then touch me,” you whispered.

Eren growled low in his throat, his patience snapping as his hands gripped your thighs, parting them effortlessly. His mouth found yours again, lips hungry, desperate, as he settled between your legs.

His hands slipped under your shirt fully, his rough palms skimming up the smooth skin of your stomach. He pushed the fabric higher, stopping just below your chest, his lips never leaving yours as he swallowed every soft sound you made.

You gasped when his fingers traced the underside of your breasts, his touch slow, teasing—driving you insane.

“Eren,” you breathed, impatience seeping into your voice.

He pulled back slightly, his green eyes dark with want as they flickered down to your parted lips, your heaving chest, the way your thighs instinctively clenched around his hips. His restraint was hanging by a thread.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he murmured, his voice rough as his hands squeezed your waist, thumbs stroking your skin like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.

You shivered, arching into his touch. “Then show me.”

He surged forward, lips claiming yours in a kiss that was all hunger, all need. His hands finally moved, pushing your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor without a second thought.

His breath hitched when he took you in, eyes raking over your bare skin like he was committing the sight to memory. “Fuck,” he muttered, his hands finding your thighs again, parting them wider as he pressed his hips against yours.

You felt all of him. Hard, heavy, and straining against his jeans. The friction sent a spark of heat up your spine, and you let out a soft whimper that made Eren curse under his breath.

“Mama,” he growled, leaning down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. He nipped at your skin, his tongue soothing over every mark, his hands gripping your waist like he was trying to ground himself.

His mouth traveled lower, over the curve of your breasts, his hands slipping beneath the band of your shorts. His fingers toyed with the fabric.

You squirmed beneath him. “Eren, please,” you whispered, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Eren let out a strained chuckle, his breath hot against your skin as he murmured, “So impatient.” But he was just as desperate. His hands yanked down your shorts in one swift motion, leaving you bare beneath him.

His eyes darkened, his tongue swiping over his lips as he took you in. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his fingers tracing the inside of your thigh. “You’re so beautiful.”

You whimpered, heat pooling in your stomach as he spread your legs wider, his body shifting lower.

“Let me taste you,” he rasped, his breath ghosting over your most sensitive spot. “I need to taste you.”

Before you could respond, his mouth was on you, and all coherent thoughts disappeared.

Eren groaned the moment his tongue made contact with you, his hands gripping your thighs as he pinned you down. His movements were slow at first—lazy, almost—like he had all the time in the world to savor you. He licked a long, teasing stripe before closing his lips around your clit, sucking softly.

Your back arched, a strangled moan slipping past your lips. “Eren—”

“Shh, baby,” he murmured against you, his voice thick with hunger. “Let me make you feel good.”

He dived back in, his tongue flicking and circling, alternating between soft licks and firm pressure. His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wider as he feasted on you like a man starved.

You were already trembling, your body reacting to him so quickly, so easily.

Eren moaned against you, the vibration sending a shock of pleasure up your spine. “So sweet,” he groaned, his tongue delving deeper. “So fucking perfect.”

Your hands found his hair, tugging at the strands as pleasure built inside you. “Eren—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he urged, his voice breathless, desperate. “Cum for me, baby.”

With one last flick of his tongue, you shattered. Your body arched off the couch, pleasure ripping through you as he kept going, licking and sucking you through your orgasm.

Only when your thighs trembled and your breathing came out in shaky gasps did he finally pull away. His lips were slick, his chin wet, and the look in his eyes was pure, unfiltered lust.

“Fuck,” he breathed, running his hands up your thighs before gripping your waist. “I need to be inside you.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before he was on you again, pressing his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but you didn’t care—all you wanted was him.

Eren wasted no time, undoing his jeans with one hand while the other gripped your hip. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze dark, burning. “Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Tell me you need me.”

Your heart pounded, heat pooling between your legs again as you whispered, “I need you, Eren.”

It felt like those were the words he had waited his whole life to hear.

In one swift motion, he was inside you, stretching you, filling you completely. A guttural groan left his lips as he buried himself to the hilt, his fingers tightening around your hips.

“Fuck,” he growled, his head dropping to your shoulder as he fought to keep himself together. “You feel so good.”

You whimpered, your nails digging into his back as you adjusted to the stretch. He was thick, heavy inside you, the perfect fit.

Eren pulled back just slightly before thrusting forward again, setting a slow but deep rhythm that had you gasping. His hands roamed your body, he could feel the ways your walls clenched around his cock.

Fuck. You pussy made the prettiest sounds.

He leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice dripping with possession. “You belong to me.”

You could only moan in response, lost in the way he was making you feel.

Eren smirked, his pace picking up. “Say it,” he demanded, his thrusts becoming rougher, more desperate. “Say you’re mine.”

Your body was on fire, the pleasure overwhelming as you gasped, “I’m yours, Eren. I’m all yours.”

A dark, satisfied groan left his lips as he grabbed your thighs, pushing them up so he could fuck you deeper, harder.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips trailing down your neck, his thrusts relentless. “Now let’s see how many times I can make you cum tonight.”

Eren didn't slow down, not even when your legs started trembling around him, not even when you whimpered from overstimulation. If anything, it only spurred him on.

"You can take it," he murmured, his voice low and possessive. His hands tightened on your thighs, holding them up so he could fuck into you even deeper. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"

You nodded frantically, your nails clawing at his back as another wave of pleasure built inside you. He was relentless, thrusting into you with deep, precise strokes that made your head spin.

"Eren—fuck, I'm—"

"I know, baby," he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear. "Cum for me again. Let me feel it."

His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that sent you over the edge instantly. Your whole body tensed, back arching as a loud, broken moan ripped from your throat. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, leaving you trembling beneath him.

Eren cursed under his breath, watching the way your body tightened around him, how your slick coated his length. "Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," he gritted out, his rhythm faltering for just a second before he picked up the pace again.

You barely had time to come down from your high before he was flipping you over onto your stomach. A gasp left your lips as he pressed his body against yours, his breath hot against your neck.

One of his hands slid under your stomach, lifting your hips so you were on your knees, your cheek pressed against the couch. Then, without warning, he slid back inside you, dragging a long, needy moan from your lips.

"Fuck, you feel even better like this," he groaned, his fingers digging into your hips. He pulled back slowly before snapping his hips forward, burying himself deep inside you again.

Your hands scrambled against the cushions, your breath coming out in short, desperate pants. "Eren—oh my God—"

"Shh," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of your shoulder. "Just take it, baby. Let me make you feel good."

His pace was rougher now, more desperate. Your moans became louder as his cock kept hitting that spongy spot in your cervix. He was chasing his own release, groaning he looked down noticing how your ass bounced back against him.

He needed you to fall apart one more time before he let himself go. His hand slipped between your legs, his fingers finding your swollen clit again.

"You gonna give me one more?" he asked, his voice dark with lust. "I know you can."

You whimpered, to drunk on his cock to even remember nodding helplessly as his fingers worked you, his cock hitting deep, perfect spots inside you. The pleasure was too much—your body was shaking, your mind foggy, completely lost in him.

"That's it," Eren gritted out, feeling you tighten around him again. "Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum—"

His hips faltered, and you felt him twitch inside you, his breath hot against your back. "Where do you want it?" he asked, voice strained. "Tell me where I can come, baby."

You barely had to think. "Inside," you gasped, your fingers tightening against the couch cushions. "I'm on birth control—just fill me up."

Eren’s movements stilled for half a second before he let out a dark, satisfied hum. His lips curled into a smirk against your shoulder.

Birth control? He let out a dark chuckle, finding it cute that you hadn't even realised the changes in your little white pills.

Something primal stirred inside him at the thought. You were his, and soon, you’d be swollen with his child, tied to him in the most permanent way possible. He had no intention of letting you go—not now, not ever.

"Good girl," he rasped, his grip on your hips tightening. "Gonna take all of it for me, huh?"

You moaned in response, pushing back against him, and that was all he needed.

The moment you came, Eren followed, a deep, guttural groan leaving his lips as he buried himself inside you one last time. He spilled inside you with a shudder, his hands gripping your waist so tight you were sure there’d be marks.

For a few moments, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, the soft hum of the city outside.

Eren pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder, his arms wrapping around you as he slowly lowered both of you onto the couch. His body was heavy against yours, warm and solid, but you didn’t mind. You liked the weight of him, the way he held you like he never wanted to let go.

"You okay?" he murmured against your skin.

You let out a small, breathless laugh. "I think you broke me."

Eren smirked, nuzzling into your neck. "Good. That way, you'll always remember who you belong to."

You rolled your eyes, but the way your heart fluttered told you that maybe you liked hearing that a little too much.

Eren didn’t move for a while, keeping you wrapped in his arms, his fingers tracing lazy circles against your skin.

Then, after a long moment of comfortable silence, he murmured, “Move in with me.”

Your breath hitched, your body going still beneath him. "What?"

Eren lifted his head, his green eyes intense as they met yours. "Move in with me," he repeated, his voice soft but firm. "I don’t want you here alone. I don’t want you struggling with bills. I want you two with me."

Your lips parted, but no words came out. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

Eren leaned in, brushing a kiss against your lips, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Say yes."

He didn't even need an actual response; he could see it in your eyes, feel the way your body softened into him. You would say yes, because you were his. Entirely.

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 ©

[writingwithciara]

paper rings -jack hughes-

summary: y/n's brother used to give her paper rings all the time. he did it for as long as she can remember. so after he suddenly passes away, y/n figures she won't see any new rings. but she is shocked to find a new ring in her mailbox every day following her brother's death.

word count: 6.8k

pairing: jack hughes x reader

notes: grieving reader, mentions of death. i loved this at first then i started hating it towards the end. not my favorite thing i've written, that's for sure. but you guys might like it :)

tropes: brother's best friend, childhood friends, friends to lovers, shared grief, happy ending

marcus was a good person. not a single bad bone in the guys body. wherever he went, he made friends with everyone. his favorite friendships were with the ones who resisted him briefly at first, who he eventually wore down.

his smile was infectious and he went out of his way to make sure nobody was ever left out. everybody loved him for it.

but nobody loved him more than his sister, y/n. and the love was the same for him. no one mattered more to him than his sister.

he loved his sister from the moment she was born. he had only been 2 but he remembered everything about the day their parents brought her home. she was perfect to him and he vowed right then and there that he would always protect her.

when she was 9, she was a witness to her parents constant fighting. marcus made sure she had everything possible to drown it out. he saved his money and bought her the best headphones in the store.

luckily, the fighting never lasted long. and just a few months later, their parents got divorced and their dad walked out of their lives. and that was okay because their mother was everything to both of them. she sacrificed so much to make sure her children were happy. their family was closer than ever and the 3 of them were happy together.

and then, out of nowhere, their mom got sick. she was admitted to the hospital when y/n was only 11 and she never left. it was where they had their final moments as a family. it killed y/n to see the family fall apart.

but thankfully, y/n still had marcus to hold on to. he kept his promise to protect her. he fought to keep them together and found a safe place for them in the home of his best friends family.

the hughes family immediately took them in once they learned about their situation and ellen made sure y/n and marcus knew they had a home for as long as they needed it.

everything was changing and although y/n didn't know how to feel, she knew she would grow to accept it eventually.

the only thing that remained the same throughout her life were the paper rings she received on a near-daily basis from her brother. marcus had learned how to make paper rings from a girl in his 4th grade class and he used the skills to make something for y/n to show how much he loved her. she was grateful.

jack once asked marcus about it and he informed his friend "from the moment i met my sister, i vowed to protect and love her for the rest of our lives. and she loves these so i'm happy to keep it up for her. i do it for her."

when she was 16, y/n watched as marcus and jack were both drafted to the nhl right out of high school. jack was going to new jersey and marcus was going to san jose. she wanted to go with her brother but she knew she couldn't. there was still the matter of her schooling. luke was still with her, luckily. and he made a promise to marcus to protect her.

at 19, y/n was in the middle of her freshman year at umich when her brother called ellen and informed them that he was being traded to new jersey. she remembered the conversation she had with ellen when they got off the phone.

"is there any possible way i could transfer to school in jersey?"

"i can check with your professors and see what's possible. any school you have in mind?"

"no. i just know that jersey is where i need to be."

and ellen knew what she meant. she understood that y/n and marcus couldn't be apart much longer and that their bond was never going to be destroyed.

so she talked to the right people and found a work-around for y/n to transfer to princeton.

y/n was happy again, being with the 2 people she loved the most. jack and marcus. they were her rocks and with them, she felt the safest she had ever been.

a year later, however, that happiness was ripped from her hands.

y/n had been stood up for a date by a guy she thought had really liked her. he had her wait outside the restaurant for almost an hour before he had the nerve to call her and tell her he was not gonna show up. he didn't even give a reason.

she didn't have enough money for an uber so she was going to have to call marcus to come pick her up.

as she she pulled out her phone, the screen was being covered in drops of water. when she looked up, she was just now noticing the rain was just starting to pour down. it was too late to cancel the call to her brother, as his voice filled her ear 2 seconds after she hit the dial button.

"y/n, are you okay? aren't you supposed to be on a date?"

"he stood me up, marcus. made me wait and hour before calling to cancel. and with no explanation."

"where are you? i'm on my way."

"no don't. i know you have plans. i don't know why i called. i'm just gonna call jack and see if he'll come get me."

"y/n, that is not an option. i'm already in the car and i'm tracking your location. be there in 5 minutes." he didn't give her time to protest again before he hung up.

y/n waited the 5 minutes. but her brother's car hadn't pulled up to the curb she stood on. she waited. and waited. and waited. for nearly another hour before another familiar car pulled up beside her. jack got out and ran to her.

"y/n, let's go."

"where's marcus?"

"we'll talk on the way."

"on the way where?"

but jack couldn't tell her. so when he pulled up to the hospital, he had to physically lift her out of his passenger seat and help her into the waiting room.

everything from that point on had happened in a slow motion blur. the doctor informed her of the accident but she couldn't believe it until she saw it. and she didn't want to see it. because to her, if she didn't see it, it never happened.

but she knew it had to happen sooner than later. so jack held her hand as she slowly walked into the room to say goodbye to her brother. her one constant in her life.

for 4 months following the funeral, she was lost. she stopped going to school and hid herself in her bedroom. her roommate, lydia, tried everything and even jack had tried to help coax her out of her room. but nothing seemed possible anymore.

all y/n did was stare at photos and videos she had created with marcus. it killed her to see his smile on the screen when she could no longer see it in person.

angrily, she tossed her phone across the room, knocking the shoebox off the top of her bookshelf. it tumbled to the floor, spilling its contents onto her rug.

"shit!" she muttered to herself before dragging her body out of bed and making her way to the mess on the floor. she had to stop for a second and prepare herself for what she was about to see.

the tiny paper rings had scattered across her carpet, and as she bent down to pick them up, she burst into tears. something she thought she was done with 2 days ago.

hearing the noise from the other side of the wall, lydia came rushing in to check on her. when she found y/n on her knees with her head in her hands, she approached slowly.

"y/n, are you okay?" she knelt beside her friend and rubbed her back gently. lydia was aware of how much the paper rings had meant to y/n and the meaning behind them. so she knew as soon as the question left her mouth, that y/n was not okay. it was confirmed when y/n shook her head and collapsed into lydia's arms. the two of them sat together for a few minutes before y/n stopped crying.

"i'm sorry you had to see me this way."

"y/n, you're my best friend. you don't have to apologize for being emotional. especially for something this valid. it's okay." lydia rubbed her back and helped her stand up. "i think you should get some rest. in my room."

"i'm fine, lyds. i promise."

"you need to be away from the reminders of him. and yes, i am aware that memories exist but that's a good thing. just, please go get some real sleep. i'll be here for as long as you need." she gently lead her roommate to her room and as soon as she made sure y/n was actually asleep, she called jack.

a few hours later, y/n woke up with a pounding headache. the room was dark but she could vaguely make out a figure sitting in the chair across the room. she thought she was seeing things at first so she tossed one of lydia's pillows into the darkness.

"ow." responded a familiar voice. the pillow came flying back towards y/n but she dodged it and it hit the wall. y/n turned on the lamp as jack sat next to her.

"what are you doing here?"

"lydia called me after she put you to sleep. figured you'd need me here." he gently rested his hand on top of hers and ran his fingers over her knuckles.

"you didn't have to come all the way here. i'm sorry."

"i promised marcus i would always be here for you when he couldn't be." he felt y/n stiffen at the mention of her brother. it was the first time anyone had said his name in her presence since the week following the funeral.

"i don't know why i got so emotional. it's been months, jack."

"i know. but it's okay. you miss him. we all do." he sighed and linked his fingers with hers. "he was all you had and i get it. it's okay to lose it every once in a while."

"i don't want to keep living this way. i want to be able to move on from his death." y/n looked at their connected hands. "i want to see a photo and not immediately burst into tears."

"lydia filled me in on what happened and i get it. those rings meant a lot to you and it's okay. i promise it's okay." he held her as she rested her head on his shoulder. "if you ever feel like you're in the midst of a breakdown, call me and i'll be there to help you through it."

"okay." she whispered, afraid to let her voice get any louder. "how long have i been wallowing by myself?"

"4 months. but that's alright. nobody's holding it against you."

"i didn't mean to shut you out, jack. i should've let you in." she could feel the tears pricking her eyes. jack noticed and he held her cheek, ready to wipe away anything that escaped.

"i'm here now. and i will be here. always."

"thank you." she whispered again and cuddled closer to her best friend. she was asleep within seconds and jack stayed with her for the rest of the night.

the next morning, y/n woke up in lydia's bed alone. she decided it was time to get out so she finally made her way to the kitchen. lydia and jack both looked up as they heard her enter the room.

"good morning." jack slid a plate of food over to her while lydia handed her a cup of coffee.

"how are you feeling today?"

"not great. but a little better than i have been." she sipped the coffee before taking a bite of the muffin in front of her. "i should thank you guys for being here for me, even if i was being difficult."

"you were most certainly not being difficult, y/n." jack took the seat next to her and tossed his arm around her shoulder. "i told you last night your feelings were valid. everyone processes differently. there's no set timeline for grieving. it's different for everyone."

"yeah. you took the time you needed and that's perfectly fine." lydia sat on the other side of the table and reached for y/n's hand. "we love you so much and we would never leave you alone."

"i love you too. and i'm for grateful you guys are in my life." she looked between them. "oh shit. i should go clean up my room."

"already taken care of, darling." lydia squeezed her hand. "cleaned it up while you were sleeping."

"yeah. i tried to help when i got here but she told me to be there for you when you woke up."

"what did you do with the rings?"

"i put them back on your shelf. but i put them lower so you could easily reach them if you ever wanted to look through them."

"thank you, lydia. that was thoughtful of you."

"he made you a lot of those rings, didn't he?"

"almost daily from 2nd grade until the week before he passed." y/n let out a shaky breath. "i'm never gonna get another paper ring again and i know it sucks, but at least i have the current ones."

"exactly." jack rubbed her shoulder. "he loved making them for you."

"i know. said it made him happy."

"it made him happy to see how happy you were when he gave them to you." jack wiped a stray tear off her cheek.

"what are your plans for the day?" y/n looked at jack, then at lydia.

"well, i was thinking i could stay here tonight again. if you wanted me to."

"okay. but that's later. what about now?"

"i have to get to work in about 20 minutes." lydia finished her coffee and brought the mug to the sink. "i'll see you later, y/n. bye jack." she waved and walked out the door.

"but i'm free." jack smiled. "well, i'll be free after practice. wanna come with me?"

"is that even allowed?"

"no idea. but i don't want to leave you."

"it's alright. i can be left alone for a bit."

"no. i can't do that. not when i made a promise."

"i don't want you to get in trouble, jack."

"i won't. will you please come with me?"

"fine. but if you get in trouble, i'm going home."

"fair enough." jack smiled and y/n stood from the table. "go get dressed and i'll grab your stuff."

y/n nodded and headed into her room. her eyes went immediately to the shoebox of rings and she walked over to it. instead of ignoring it, she opened the lid and pulled one out. it happened to be the green one she adored. marcus bought a special kind of paper meant for paper rings after the ones i first gave her got destroyed.

she slid the green ring on her finger and stared at it. she must've zoned out because jack was by her side when she turned her head.

"oh. sorry. i'll be ready in a second."

"no worries." jack's thumb instinctively swiped the tear off her cheek and he walked to her door to wait.

30 minutes later, they were pulling up to the practice arena. jack got out and went to y/n's side of the car.

"while you were getting dressed, i called coach. he said it was fine for you to sit in on the practice today."

"okay good. i'm glad." she took jack's hand and they walked into the arena. y/n sat in a seat behind the glass and watched the guys skate around. nico waved to her whenever he skated by. jack kept his eye on her the entire time and while one might think it would've messed up his concentration, it did not. he was capable of putting focus on more than one thing.

nico skated over to him while they were working on their final drill. "it's nice to see y/n out of her apartment. she seems to be doing better."

"yeah. she had a breakdown last night and her roommate called me over to help. guess it was what she needed."

"what did she breakdown over?"

"it took awhile for me to get it out of her but i guess she was going through her old photo album on her phone and got angry so she threw her phone. it hit her bookshelf and knocked down her shoebox filled with paper rings. one look at the pile of paper on her rug and she burst into tears."

"they meant a lot to her, didn't they?"

"yeah. marcus learned how to make them in 4th grade and he gave her a new one nearly every day since then. she loved them. they made her happy and he lived for making her smile."

"that's sweet." nico tapped his stick. "do you know how to make them?"

"i tried a couple times but none of them ever turned out as good as the ones marcus made her."

"i'm sure with a little bit of practice, you could make some and give them to her. she might appreciate it."

"yeah, maybe. but i don't know." jack looked over to where y/n was sitting. she was leaning forward, talking to sheldon through the glass. she had a smile on her face. it was small, but it was a start. when she lifted her head to catch jack's gaze, she waved. "she is so strong. i don't know how she does it."

"she's got you, jack." nico nudged his friend. "and you don't have to worry about replacing marcus. nobody could ever. but you're a good substitute for the love she lost when she lost him. but it could be different if you let it."

"what are you talking about?"

"you're smart. you'll figure it out." and with that, he skated in the opposite direction. jack headed over to y/n.

"hey. ready to go?"

"yeah." y/n met him at the entrance to the tunnel. "sheldon was telling me how glad he was glad to see me doing better."

"everyone was glad to see you, y/n. you might not know it but we were all worried about you. you're like the unofficial little sister of the team."

"that's how you see me?"

"yeah. we all love you. not as much as he did. but we've got the same intentions."

"okay. that makes me feel alright." y/n took his hand and they walked to the locker room. "i'll wait for you out here." she waited for 25 minutes before she saw his face again and she was instantly calmed down when he emerged. y/n found that he has been doing that to her for years and she suddenly always wanted to be near him.

on the way back to the apartment, y/n fidgeted with the ring she put on earlier. jack took notice and nico's words played in his head. maybe he really should make some rings for her.

a few days later, y/n was sitting in her room when lydia came in. she handed y/n a small package.

"what's this?"

"i don't know. but it was in the mailbox." lydia shrugged and sat down on the bed beside y/n as she opened the package. "so, what is it?"

"it's a," she ripped the tape off and opened the box. "oh my god. it's a paper ring." she pulled it out and held it in the palm of her hand. it was a decently made one, nowhere near the quality of the green one she was still wearing. "who sent me this?"

"is there a return address on it?"

"not that i recall." y/n flipped the package around but didn't see an address on it. "i think it was jack."

"why do you say that?"

"well, other than you, he's the only one who knows how much the rings mean to me. at least i think he is."

"okay. that makes a lot of sense i guess."

"oh, there's a note." y/n unfolded a piece of paper and read the words.

you deserve so much more but these rings meant a lot to you so from this day forward, i will make and deliver a new ring every single day.

she knew immediately, just by the handwriting, that jack had made this ring. and it touched her heart in ways she didn't think were possible.

"lyds, what am i going to do?"

"what do you mean?"

"this is the sweetest thing anybody has ever done for me. and i love it a lot. it's making me feel things. but it's jack. i can't be feeling these things for him. he's my best friend."

"but maybe that's exactly why you should feel these things."

"what?"

"think about it. nobody knows the pain you're going through more than jack does. you lost a brother and he lost a best friend. and sometimes, people connect in so many ways while they grieve."

"but....it's jack." y/n looked at the ring again. "it would be weird, wouldn't it? i mean, i've never even thought about him in that way before."

"okay so you're telling me you've known this really hot guy for years and you've never thought once about him in a way that wasn't friendly?"

"have you?" y/n raised an eyebrow.

"of course i have. like i said, he's really hot." lydia smiled. "but he's never going to be into me. not the way he's into you, at least."

"are you high? jack is not into me."

"dude, are you blind? you can't be serious right now." lydia chuckled and shook her head. "he drops everything when you call. or just to be here for you. he's been your best friend for years and constantly, he's shown up for you. even on days when you didn't ask. he's intune to your feelings. it's like he knows how you'll be feeling and he's prepared for anything when it comes to you." lydia looked at her friend. "if he's not in love with you, then my radar is way off."

"it's off. just watch. i'll show you."

every day for the next 2 weeks, y/n received a paper ring in the mail. each one better than the one before it. she hardly saw jack but when she did, he would only be around briefly. so she didn't have the opportunity to ask him about what she and lydia had discussed.

but even then, with each passing day, y/n was beginning to doubt her own words. jack was going above and beyond in her friendship but it didn't feel like things a friend would do.

she really needed to talk to him.

and she got her chance one saturday.

jack was packing for a road trip with the team while y/n watched him run around his room. she enjoyed the moments like this when it was just them.

"i know you're the one who keeps sending me paper rings, jack."

"it wasn't really a secret, y/n." jack stopped folding a shirt and faced her.

"but why?"

"the rings meant a lot to you. i wasn't gonna let you continue on with your life without those rings." he looked down at his feet. "i hate seeing you upset, y/n."

"i don't deserve you." y/n smiled before lydia's words came tumbling through her mind. they fell out of y/n's mouth before she could stop them. "oh, um, interesting story. lydia told me she thought you were hot."

"oh. really?" jack's face began turning red and y/n suddenly wished she hadn't told him that.

"yeah." she took the opportunity to gauge his reaction carefully. "so, what do you think of that?"

"well, honestly i'm flattered. and she's gorgeous."

y/n's heart constricted a little. "oh."

"but she's not my type."

"are you crazy? lydia is 100% your type, jack. she's blonde, gorgeous, smart and funny. how is she not your type?"

"she just isn't, okay? yeah she's all those things, but she's just not-"

"ready to go, jack?" luke interrupted his brother thenn turned to y/n. "oh hey, y/n. didn't know you were here."

"i come here before you guys leave for every away trip. how are you so surprised every single time, luke?" y/n walked over to the tallest hughes brother and hugged him.

"i know. just like to tease you." luke chuckled. "you gonna miss your boy for a week?"

"what boy?"

"forget about him and come back here for a second. i have something for you."

y/n walked over to jack and smiled when he placed a paper ring on her pinky finger. "what's this for?"

"it's my favorite one i've ever made and i was gonna have it sent to you from the road but since you're here, i figured i'd give it to you now." jack's smile was infectious. "do you like it?"

"i love it." y/n couldn't help but wrap her arms around jack. he immediately pulled her tighter while luke smiled to himself.

"okay, lovebirds. let's go." he grabbed jack's bag and headed out. while they were alone, jacks cheeks turned pink.

"uh, ignore him."

"i always do." y/n smiled and headed out to the living room. "i'm gonna miss you guys. make sure you win for me."

"we always try our best for you." jack put his arm around y/n as the 3 of them headed to the parking lot.

luke got in jack's car and waited for his brother. he watched as jack and y/n embraced for what felt like the millionth time in the last hour. and he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why they were still dancing around their feelings.

by the time jack drove away, he had shed his sweater. y/n held it in her arms and smiled before climbing into her car and heading back to her apartment.

lydia was sitting on the couch when y/n walked in. her eyebrow raised when she noticed the sweater. "jack's?"

"jack's" y/n confirmed as she collapsed next to her best friend.

"so does that mean you guys finally had the talk?"

"no. we didn't. but i did tell him you thought he was hot."

"you did not!" lydia slapped y/n's arm and laughed. "what did he say?"

"he said you were gorgeous, but that you weren't his type."

"right. because you're his type."

"When will you let that go?"

"when you and jack finally have a talk."

"okay. so never?"

"it's like you love to piss me off."

"you love me."

"i do." lydia smiled and turned her attention back to the tv. "i can't believe THE jack hughes called me gorgeous."

"that just made your day, didn't it?"

"honey, it made my entire life."

a week later, y/n and lydia were watching the devils play the golden knights. when jack collided with eichel and they both went down, y/n jumped up from the couch.

"oh no."

"that looked painful."

"he's not getting up, lydia." y/n covered her mouth and watched as eichel slowly slowly got up. he leaned down to check on jack but he was still not getting up. "that looked terrible."

"it really did. i can feel the pain." she rubbed her shoulder. "oh. and it's the same shoulder from last season, isn't it?"

"i don't know." y/n grabbed her phone and sent luke a text. "i hope he's okay." she was surprised when her phone vibrated in her hand. she looked at the screen. "jack's requesting a facetime."

"answer it!" lydia jumped to her feet and joined y/n.

"hey. what happened?" y/n looked at the screen, only to see luke's face instead of jack's. "is he okay?"

"he's stubborn. doesn't want to believe it's as bad as it could be." luke turned the camera towards jack.

"stubborn, or stupid?" lydia shook her head.

"little bit of both." y/n and luke answered at the same time.

"who are you talking to? is it y/n?" jack called from behind the camera. luke leaned to get his brother in the frame. he smiled when he saw y/n on the screen. "i promsie it's not bad."

"jack, the doctor said you might need surgery again."

"i don't need to surgery."

"jack, what's going to be worse? continuing your season without fixing what could become a potential problem down the road? or getting it fixed quickly so you can heal faster and come back stronger?" y/n stared at her best friend.

"ugh. stupid logic."

"i do it because i care."

"i know. and i love you for it." jack chuckled. the doctor came back into the room to inform them of the extent of his injury. he wrapped the shoulder as tightly as he needed and left the room again.

"i'm sorry this happened, bro." luke sighed. "you're the star of our team. without you, we're basically screwed."

"don't say that, luke. you guys are still strong without jack. you proved that last season."

"y/n, babe, i love you. but last season, we sucked." luke chuckled. "i strongly believe it was because we didn't have jack."

"you're feeding his ego, luke." lydia shook her head and smiled. "hope you heal fast, jack. the team needs you."

"who's the one feeding his ego now?" luke playfully raised his eyebrow. jack laughed in the background.

"i miss you guys." y/n sighed.

"well i won't be home for a while. gotta fly to colorado and get some surgery."

"oh. that sucks." y/n looked at her best friend. "this isn't fair. you should be healthy. you deserve it for at least one full season."

"i know. but it's like i'm cursed or something."

"all of you guys have been injured this season and i think it's bullshit."

"it is." y/n looked away for a moment. long enough for her to miss the longing look in jack's eyes. but lydia noticed.

"hey, if you miss jack so much, why don't you fly to denver and keep him company before and after the surgery?"

luke, who easily caught on, nodded. "oh, that's a great idea. i'll book the ticket now and send it to your email." he was already typing on his phone before she could protest.

"this will be good for him, i promise." lydia whispered. "you'll have time to talk to him about you know what."

"you're never gonna give up, are you?"

"you know me so well. i'm gonna go pack for you while you're on the phone." lydia kissed her cheek and headed down the hallway. y/n turned her attention back to the screen just as luke was putting his phone away.

"done. flight leaves tomorrow evening. you'll be in denver in less than 48 hours."

"can't wait. kiss jack on the cheek for me and tell him i'll see him soon." y/n smiled and hung up the phone. part of her wanted to be upset with luke and lydia's meddling but the other part of her knew jack would enjoy the company.

so, when the plane landed in denver 30 hours later, y/n rushed to be the first one off the plane. luke had sent her a text with the hospital information on it so she got in a cab and gave the driver the directions.

when he pulled up to the hospital, she gave him a generous tip and headed inside. it only took a few minutes before she had arrived in jack's room. when he looked up, his eyes met hers and he smiled widely.

"hey. you actually came. i thought the discussion was all a dream."

"of course i came. you needed someone here with you." y/n set her bag down and sat in the chair next to his bed. "how do you feel?"

"better now that you're here." he smiled genuinely. "but still in a little pain. surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning and even though it's happened before, i'm a little scared."

"there's nothing to be scared of, jack. your doctor is one of the best in the country. he's had tons of successful surgeries, yours included." y/n grabbed his hand. "you're tough, jack. you can do this."

"wow. i didn't know how much i needed you here until just now. thank you." he squeezed her hand 2 times harder. "you take the pain away. for real."

"i try my best." y/n looked down at her feet, the blush inevitable. "jack, there's something i want to talk about and if i wait any longer, i'll probably chicken out." she took a deep breath before speaking again. "i think i may love you. a lot. and i never realized it until i lost marcus. you helped me out of my depression and you brightened my life up, even though i didn't make it easy. you are my best friend and i think that you making me these rings may be a sign that you like me too. and i might be wrong about it so if you don't feel the same, please tell me now." she waited for a few seconds. the silence was enough of a confirmation that she was wrong. taking a breath, she looked up, only to find that jack had fallen asleep. she let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair, never letting his hand go.

the next morning, y/n woke up to the soft sound of voices whispering to each other. she opened her eyes and the doctor was standing by the bed, talking to jack. his hand was still holding onto y/n's so when he felt her move, his head turned immediately.

"good morning."

"good morning." she sat up straighter. "what's going on?"

"the doctor was just coming in to get me ready for surgery."

"oh. okay. well, i'm gonna go get some coffee." y/n stood up and stretched. jack reached for her hand.

"wait. please?"

"okay." she sat back down and watched the doctor do his thing. when it was finally time for the surgery, the doctor began wheeling jack out. he looked at y/n.

"you're gonnabe here after, right?"

"of course, jack. i wouldn't leave you."

"okay good. i have to tell you something when this is all over."

"i'll be here." she watched the doctor take jack to the operating room. as she waited, she thought back to her confession last night. she had no idea if she would have the courage to say it all to him again.

a few hours later, jack was out of surgery and asleep in his room. y/n kept her eye on him while the nurses came in and out to check on him.

around 9 pm, jack finally woke up. y/n had fallen asleep with her head on the edge of jack's bed. he gently tapped the top of her head and she stirred. when she opened her eyes, she smiled at jack.

"hey. how are you feeling now?"

"better. a lot better." he smiled as y/n moved her chair closer to the bed.

"that's good." y/n held his hand for what felt like the millionth time in the past 2 days. but neither of them cared. it felt right.

jack's eyes travelled to their hands. "you're still wearing the ring."

"of course i am. you gave it to me. i love it."

"i love you." jack closed his eyes. "this was not the way i wanted to tell you though. you deserve better than a damn hospital room."

"it's okay, jack. i could be anywhere with you and it would be enough." y/n squeezed his hand and smiled. "i love you too, by the way."

"i thought that's what i heard last night but i figured i was dreaming." jack chuckled. "i heard your whole speech and i'm sorry i didn't reply."

"you were tired. i don't blame you." y/n looked at his shoulder. "i'm glad you got the surgery instead of being stubborn, like usual."

"well a really wise person i know made a really good point." jack smiled. "i'm gonna come back even stronger than before and it's all thanks to you."

"i'm sure your doctor would be very happy to hear that." y/n couldn't help but laugh. "i guess i'm gonna be the one to take care of you while you heal."

"hopefully you'll be a better caregiver than luke was last season when i was hurt."

"i'll be the best caregiver ever. but only for you. and sometimes lydia."

"does lydia still think i'm hot?"

"she does." y/n grinned. "but i think that she thinks luke is hotter. and even if she doesn't, there's still some vibes between them, right?"

"you noticed that too, huh?"

"yeah. i've noticed it before but that facetime call was like the icing on the cake."

"they'd be cute together though, don't you think?" jack grinned.

"oh for sure." y/n looked at the ring on her finger. "thank you for learning how to make these for me."

"they mean a lot to you, y/n. i like seeing you happy. it's gotta be the best sight for me."

"you must really like me then, huh?"

"i do. i definitely do. and i have for a while." jack looked away from y/n before speaking. "i know this might make me sound like an asshole, but the night you had that date with that one guy, i was hoping the entire night that it would be a terrible date. i wanted you to come home and complain about him. i had planned to tell you how i felt that night. but after everything, the timing just never felt right. i'm sorry about him, by the way. he didn't deserve you."

"i know. i was way out of his league. but i spent so long thinking the opposite. so when he finally asked me on the date, i was happy." y/n sighed. "it was supposed to be a good day. but it was the worst day of my life."

"i know. i remember picking you up at the restaurant. you were broken before i even brought you to the hospital. i felt terrible having to do it."

"it's okay, jack." y/n climbed onto the bed next to jack when he scooted over. "sometimes things have to happen. and it's not like marcus won't live on in our memories. he's always gonna be in here. and in here." y/n pointed to her head first, then her heart. "especially in here."

"good. never let him fade away." jack kissed the top of her head and sighed. "so, i love you."

"i know. and i love you too, doofus. we've established that." y/n turned to look at him. "maybe we can finally go on a date when you get out of this hospital."

"or we can have the first date here." jack raised an eyebrow. "the food isn't too bad."

"okay. you're definitely still on the drugs." y/n smirked.

"i wish. the pain is a little terrible."

"want me to get the nurse?"

"no. i have a better idea." jack dropped her hand and used his own to grab her chin gently. he leaned in and slanted his lips over hers. their first kiss may have only been a short one. but it packed a lot of emotions in it. jack rested his forehead against hers and chuckled.

"how's the pain now?"

"still hurts. but only a little now. the kiss definitely helped."

"good. i'm glad to hear that." y/n grinned and leaned on his good shoulder. "i'm proud of you."

"thank you for being proud of me." jack stroked her hair and closed his eyes. the two of them drifted off to sleep, content to finally be in each others arms.

[jassy2uall]

– Always You pt. 2

Billie Eilish x fem! Reader

“You’ve always had a crush on your best friend Billie but could never find a way to tell her. You just didn’t think she felt the same or that you’d be the one. It’ll never be you, or will it?”

Warnings - lots of angst, fluff, crying, yelling, confessions. (get those tissues)

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You tried to cry quietly in the backseat of the Lyft, but it didn’t really work. The driver, an older woman, could see you clearly through the rearview mirror. She watched you silently, her expression softening with sympathy as you wiped your eyes, trying to hold yourself together. She chose not to say anything, afraid of upsetting you even more.

You kept telling yourself you weren’t going to shed another tear for her. She didn’t deserve them. She didn’t deserve you. The only thing that mattered now was getting back to the hotel as soon as possible.

With a shaky breath, you grabbed your phone from your lap. A few tear droplets had stained the screen, but you wiped them away without thinking. Unlocking your phone, you texted your sister to let her know you’d be home later tonight. It was a two-hour drive from Indio to Los Angeles, which meant you’d need to catch another ride since your car was still back home. More money you hadn’t planned on spending. You let out a frustrated sigh, wishing this night was over already.

“We’re almost there, hun,” the woman suddenly said, her voice warm and gentle.

You didn’t respond. You knew she had seen you crying, and after what happened with Claudia, it was clear there was no hiding it. You just nodded, feeling her gaze flicker toward you in the mirror. The sooner you got out of this car, the better. The sooner you were out of Billie’s life—and she was out of yours—the better.

Not that she would care. Or so you thought.

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Back at Coachella, Billie had just finished her performance. She hadn’t seen you leave, but when Zoe told her you had run off, something inside her twisted. She wanted to chase after you, to ask what was wrong. But she couldn’t—she had to perform.

Then, through a crowd of thousands, she spotted you.

Billie could always find you in a crowd, no matter how big. You were like her own personal beacon, the one person she could always pick out. Tonight, it was the white lace romper that gave you away. Her eyes lit up when she saw you.

She wanted to tell you how good you looked, how sexy you looked.

But she was afraid you wouldn’t take it the way she meant it. So she didn’t.

Instead, she laughed, sang, and danced with her friends, letting the music and the moment take over. Maybe she got a little carried away. Maybe she wasn’t thinking about how it looked to you.

As far as she knew, you didn’t feel the same way.

Or maybe you never would. Little did she know how wrong she was.

How wrong you both were.

She had seen you with Claudia. From a distance, she couldn’t hear what was said, but she could see how upset you were. How your arms crossed tightly over your chest, how you wiped at your face with hurried, frustrated movements. And that bothered her. She didn’t like seeing you upset.

She especially didn’t like the idea that she was the reason.

None of that mattered now.

All that was on her mind was finding you.

Without a second thought, Billie stormed off backstage. Her brother and a few of her friends followed, calling after her, but she paid them no attention. She headed straight for her trailer, just outside the main stage, moving quickly, her pulse racing.

She grabbed her things and bolted toward the van.

"Billie, girl, slow down!" Quen called, struggling to catch up.

"Where are you going so fast?" Odessa asked, trailing close behind, while Zoe hurried after them, camera and jacket in hand.

“I have to catch up with Y/N and Claudia,” Billie said, her voice firm.

“Claudia?” Finneas asked, confused, only now realizing she wasn’t beside him.

"But the party’s not even over, Bills," Odessa said, managing to catch up.

Billie ignored her, still sprinting toward the van. Then, out of the corner of his eye, Finneas spotted Claudia walking toward them.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, rushing over to her.

Billie barely let her answer before she cut in. “Where’s Y/N?” she asked urgently, her chest tightening as she realized you weren’t with her. “Where’d she go?”

Claudia hesitated before answering, her voice quieter now. "She caught an Uber back to the hotel."

Billie felt her heart stutter for a split second.

The air around them shifted. Everyone exchanged stunned glances.

“What?” Finneas, Odessa, and Zoe all said at once.

“Why is she going back to the hotel?” Quen asked, confusion laced in her tone.

Claudia remained silent. She knew exactly why, but she wasn’t about to explain—not here, not now.

“Why?” Billie suddenly asked, her voice sharp but unsteady.

Claudia sighed, meeting her eyes. "You should go talk to her, Billie. You really need to." There was a seriousness in her voice that told Billie everything she needed to know.

Billie’s jaw tightened. "Where’s the driver?" she demanded, scanning the area impatiently.

“He’s coming,” someone from her team replied.

“Well, he needs to hurry the hell up before I drive my damn self,” Billie growled.

“There he is,” Zoe pointed out.

Billie’s head snapped in the direction of the driver approaching the van.

“Do you need to go somewhere, Miss Eilish?” he asked politely.

“Yes, back to the hotel,” Billie said quickly, already climbing into the back seat.

The others stood there, still trying to process what was happening. The confusion on their faces only fueled Billie’s frustration.

“Are you guys coming or what?” she snapped, her voice sharp with urgency. “Because if not, I’m leaving.”

That was enough to jolt them into action. Without another word, they all hurried into the van. The door slammed shut, and within seconds, they were speeding off toward the hotel.

Billie’s knee bounced anxiously as she stared out the window, her mind racing.

She had to get to you.

And she had to do it now.

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You were back at the hotel.

The room was quiet, except for the sound of your own hurried movements. You, Billie, and Zoe had been sharing this space—Billie had her own bed, while you and Zoe shared the other. You never minded. She was one of your closest friends.

But, if you were being honest with yourself, there were nights when you secretly wished you were in Billie’s bed instead.

Not that it mattered now.

You rushed to the closet, yanking your clothes off the hangers, barely caring if they stayed folded. Your suitcase lay open on the bed, and you stuffed as many clothes and shoes inside as you could, shoving the rest into the duffle bag you had bought with Billie when you went shopping together.

The memory of that day flashed in your mind—the way she had teased you for taking too long to pick a bag, the way she had slung her arm around your shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. The way her laugh had made you feel warm all over.

You swallowed hard, shaking the thought away.

None of that mattered anymore.

You needed to leave. Now.

You threw your bag over your shoulder, gripping the handle of your suitcase as you headed straight for the door.

But just as you reached for the knob, you froze.

The metal twisted under your gaze.

No.

It can’t be.

A part of you desperately hoped it wasn’t who you thought it was. That maybe it was just Zoe, or hotel staff, or anyone else.

But you were wrong.

The door swung open, and there she was.

Billie.

She rushed in, calling your name, but the moment her eyes landed on you—standing there, suitcase in hand, bag slung over your shoulder—she fell silent.

It felt like the air had been knocked out of her.

You were leaving.

You were leaving her.

Neither of you spoke.

You just stood there, staring at each other, a million words left unsaid.

If she had only gotten here sooner, maybe this wouldn’t be happening.

If you had only let yourself believe that she cared, maybe you wouldn’t be standing here like this, on the verge of walking away.

But now, it was too late.

Wasn’t it?

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Authors Note: I decided to drop it early just for y’all. I didn’t know you guys were going to enjoy this story so much. Thank you all so much for the love and support! I’m planning to do something special for all of you. Originally, this was supposed to be a two-part story, but because of all the incredible feedback, I’m going to write another part to wrap it up. I’ll either post part 3 on Monday or Friday… but if you want me to post ASAP then let me know in the comments.

Love you all! 😘.

[crisalidaseason]

Reason why some booktok people hate Violet is because they want her man so badly.

There are so many reasons to criticise Violet and they try to distort her character just to make their hate seem more valid.

I just scrolled past a video in which a person said Violet never sacrificed herself like Xaden did.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?????

She risked exposing Andarna's power when saving Liam from dying in war games.

She fought in Resson after being lied and betrayed to. Went to a battle inexperienced in everything and accepting her death.

She forfeited her relationship with her sister and squad to keep Xaden's secrets in the best of her abilities, therefore making her feel isolated as fuck and make decisions that reflected her mental affliction.

Risked her life bringing the daggers to Xaden every time she went to Samara. Something that could not only get her and the apostasy children killed but HER SISTER TOO! THEY'D KILL MIRA FOR SURE IF THEY FOUND OUT.

She risked her and her loved ones lives to retrieve a book to help Aretia raise wards.

She was tortured for 5 days because of said book stealing.

Overlooked her injuries, trauma and chronic condition to translate said book as fast as she could. This girl just went through 5 days of torture and just brushed it off for the sake of saving Xaden's home.

Almost turned venin with how desperate she was to imbue Basgiath ward stone. Almost made a decision that could fuck everything up with her dragons and family and loved ones.

Lost her mother. As much as her relationship with Lilith wasn't good, it was still her mother.

Don't get me started on onyx storm sacrifices...

Look. I'm not saying her sacrifices are bigger than Xaden's...but that doesn't mean Violet didn't go through horrible shit just for him.

[gohyemi]

My Ex, the Baby Chicky

"I would really love to meet Baby Chicky in real life, Uncle."

Nabi batted her eyes cutely at her uncle, fully aware that this was his weakness. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted, and using her irresistible charm was her ultimate weapon.

Lee Seokmin chuckled nervously, already hesitating at her request. He could practically hear his sister’s warning echoing in his head.

"Remember, Seokmin, don’t spoil her too much, or else—"

"Yes, Noona, I will. Don’t worry and just go," he had reassured her before she left for her business trip.

It wasn’t that his sister didn’t trust him, but she knew all too well how much he tended to indulge Nabi. And when Nabi got too used to being spoiled, she became a little rebel when she didn’t get her way at home.

"How can you meet Baby Cheeks, Nabi-ah? She’s just a cartoon on TV," Seokmin said, ruffling her hair.

Nabi huffed, swatting his big hand away.

"Uncle, it’s Baby Chicky, not Baby Cheeks!" she corrected him, tugging at his sweater to make him lean down. "If you get me Baby Chicky, I won’t tell Eomma that you broke her vase yesterday."

Seokmin’s eyes widened in horror. She saw that?! He had been so sure she wasn’t in the room when it happened.

"No way… You wouldn’t—"

"I want Baby Chicky!" she demanded, crossing her arms.

Seokmin groaned. He was doomed.

Meanwhile, across town…

"Y/N, just this once, please help me!"

Y/N stared at her friend, already on the verge of breaking down. People begging was her ultimate weakness, and her friend knew it.

"So… you want me to wear that costume and go entertain some kids?" she asked, eyeing the large, fluffy Baby Chicky mascot suit with visible suspicion.

Her friend nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing in excitement.

"What if it’s some creepy old man with a weird costume kink or something?!" Y/N blurted out.

"Eiiihh, why would you even think that?!"

"Because he's paying way too much just for someone to prance around his house in a costume!"

Her friend blinked at her innocently before resuming the relentless begging.

"Please, please, please! I promise you’ll get six-fifths of the pay!"

"That’s not even how fractions work—"

"Pleaaaaase!"

Y/N sighed, rubbing her temples. She had a bad feeling about this.

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Ding dong!

Seokmin’s face lit up with excitement as he scooped Nabi into his arms.

"Nabi-ah, your surprise is here! Let’s go greet it at the door!"

Nabi squealed happily, grabbing onto her uncle’s hand and dragging him toward the entrance.

After Seokmin carried her in his arms, Seokmin checked the door monitor to see who was outside. He grinned as he spotted the familiar mascot costume on the screen.

"Who is it?" he asked playfully, giggling along with Nabi.

From the other side of the door, a muffled voice cheerfully announced,

"It’s your Baby Cheeks!"

Nabi gasped, her tiny brows furrowing. "Baby Chicky! How could you say your own name wrong?" she pointed out, sounding almost offended.

Y/N’s POV

"Damn it!"

Y/N was already sweating under the suffocating costume, her heart racing as she forced out a nervous chuckle.

"W-Well, my baby," she said, trying to recover, "I just wanted to see if you really know me!"

End POV

She could only pray that the little girl would buy her excuse.

Just as she let out a sigh of relief, she heard the door unlock. Straightening up, she prepared to greet the excited child—only to freeze the moment her eyes met a face she never expected to see again.

Lee Seokmin.

He stood there, giggling, completely unaware of who was inside the costume. With a bright smile, he encouraged the little girl to run forward and hug her.

Y/N suddenly felt exposed, as if the ridiculous mascot suit wasn’t even there, like she was completely bare under his gaze.

How fool she is to not ask information about this client. And now she need to spend the day here in his EX house.

"Baby Chicky!" Nabi’s excited shout snapped her back to reality.

This was going to be a long day.

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After spending half the day playing with the child in this damn costume, she could now fully admit—she was swimmingin sweat.

The suit felt like a personal sauna, and every movement made it worse.

Nabi, on the other hand, was exhausted but still stubbornly refusing to stop playing. Her growing frustration soon turned into full-blown tantrums.

Seokmin sighed before gently yet firmly cradling her in his arms. After a few moments of rocking her, he excused himself to take her to her room for a nap.

This was her chance.

With Seokmin gone, she attempted to sneak out of the house. But there was just one problem.

The costume was too heavy. And she was too tired.

The best she could manage was crawling toward the door like a defeated soldier retreating from battle.

Just as she reached the entrance, she heard footsteps behind her.

"I'm so sorry about that. She's just—"

Seokmin’s voice suddenly paused.

She froze.

Silence stretched between them.

Then—

"What… are you doing?" Seokmin asked, his voice laced with confusion and amusement.

She slowly looked up to see him staring down at her, his brows raised and a chuckle escaping his lips.

Busted.

"Hehehe, you know... the costume is too heavy for me to stand up," she said, still using the high-pitched Baby Chicky voice.

Seokmin giggled at the ridiculousness of it all before reaching out to help her stand. He even dusted off her legs for her since she can’t reach it.

"You can talk normally, you know. And you should take that thing off—it must be heavy after wearing it all day. Nabi’s asleep now, and seriously, thank you for today. You must be exhausted."

This. This was what she hated about him. Even in front of strangers, he always worried too much.

"I-It’s okay!" she blurted out. "I think I need to leave. My boss might want me to write a report about this!"

She was so close to escaping, but just as she took a step forward, Seokmin’s hand shot out and grabbed her wings (the costume), stopping her in her tracks.

"Wait, you have to write a report about entertaining kids?" he asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"No! I just really want to leave!" she admitted, trying once again to make her grand exit.

"Wait—your payment! I haven’t given it to you yet!"

Seokmin instinctively reached out to stop her, but her wrist was already out of reach. In a desperate attempt, he grabbed the nearest object—

The mascot’s big Baby Chicky head.

And that was his mistake.

The sudden pull made her stumble backward, completely off balance. At the same time, Seokmin tripped over absolutely nothing.

And like a slow motion the scene goes, the oversized head flew off dramatically through the air.

Time seemed to pause.

She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for impact.

But… nothing happened.

Instead, she felt something warm and solid beneath her.

Slowly, she realized—Seokmin had caught her.

One of his arms was wrapped protectively around her waist, while the other cradled the back of her head, shielding her from hitting the floor.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Seokmin’s eyes fluttered open, his expression shifting from dazed confusion to pure shock as he took in the face beneath the costume.

His lips parted slightly. "Jagiya…?"

Oh no.

Mentally, she facepalmed so hard she could practically hear it.

The could not get any better sudden storm burst outside and the sound of the rain hit the ground could be heard. 

‘Of course, when the day I dont bring my car’ she monologue -------------------------------------------------------------------

was inspired when watching eunwoo from The Return of Superman

[bittersweetcreep]

Bring You Home A Yandere!Batfamily x Oc!Wayne Daughter Story Prologue

Bruce, Tim and Damian needed the DNA of a target for one reason or another so a Wayne Enterprises blood drive where they also donate was the perfect cover-up, but when Bruce gone through the DNA samples via batcomputer he come across a DNA that matches both Damian and himself. Pulling up the profile of the DNA match he felt as if the wind knocked him off his chair as he came face to face with the photo of his mother, only it wasn't his mother but a 15 year old girl with porcelain skin, unique but familiar ombré blue eyes and black to white ombré hiar that's braided in low pigtails resting upon her shoulders with blunt bangs and long strands of hair framing her face

This girl is his daughter, who, by reading, was also named Martha. He just sat there stareing at his daughter's photo who in all intents and purposes could be his own mother's little mini me, she even has her unique ombré blue eyes and facial features down to a t, although she doesn't have his mother's blonde hair or at least that's what he thought until he found a younger photo of her with the same soft creamy blonde hair as his mother's. Bruce would of bask longer in the photo of his Mother's look alike [dear god she looks so much like her] if it wasn't for the fact this younger photo was attached to a criminal report of his own daughter being a victim of a stabbing by what it appears to be her two friends. And that wasn't the only report his daughter was a victim of some sort. There was another report that, when reading, made his stomach turn. "Oh god." The report was a case of infancy rape and the attacker was her uncle. Reading through both case files and looking at the photos of his daughter's injuries made Bruce realize that he could have lost his daughter twice, and he wouldn't have known! He didn't want to go thought the loss of his loved ones being taken away from him again especially his Martha now that he knows about her, because when he looks at her he sees his mother and he becomes that little boy who lost his parents to the cruelty of that mugger but now in his hands was a piece of his mother he thought was forever gone and this time he'll keep her safe forever in his arms.

Hearing the faint sound of footsteps, Bruce turned his head to see Tim and Damian heading towards him. Internally composing himself, Bruce greeted his sons as they came close to the batcomputer looking at the screen showing the photo of their sister. "Is this the target, Father?" "No she's not. She's my daughter Martha and your sister." Curious and intrigued they investigated along side their father but not before looking at the photos and reading what was done to her no matter how much Bruce tried to prevent them and let's just say they weren't pleased. While Tim controlled himself, Damian didn't have that same sense of control. "Father, don't you dare come in between me and the inferior scum who dare to defile Martha! She was an infant, Father! An infant! And who is insane to believe the existence of a fictional character! My god, Father, you saw the stab wounds! They could have killed her!"

While Bruce tried to wrangle his son up and prevent Damian from grabbing his sword to exact revenge for his sister's honor, Tim took a seat at the batcomputer and started to do some investigating He checked if she had any online accounts and she did, he started with her Instagram where he found photos of what he assumed was her family who's consisted of a red hair women who's hair is tied up in a 3 rose braid with jade green eyes, a conventionally attractive male with dark ashy hair styled in a jellyfish mullet with matching color eyes, a african american women with black knotless box braids with white and hot pink highlights with dark eyes and a lastly a dog who's breed is of a mahogany belgian malinois. Even though Tim hadn't met his newly discovered sister's family, he had a feeling they'll be a thorn in their side at some point but not her beautiful dog they're magnificent.

Tim continues to scroll down, passing by images of Martha and her family doing various things together like a family trip to Gotham's Waterpark and going to a nail salon with the girls. There were also short clips of her sparring in krav maga and muay thai classes. There were also clips of her in fencing lessons and a recent photo of her in Kendo Gear. When Damian saw what was on the screen he put aside his plans for vengeance for now in favor of taking hold of the batcomputer to get a better look at his sister's lessons while ignoring Tim's annoyed protest. Damian watched and re-watched the clips of Martha taking down her opponent with perfect skill, and the same goes for the way she trains with a blade that she held with familiarity. He also found photos of her dog being dropped of at a doggy daycare, resting in a luxurious dog house with a rubber fish dog toy in their mouth and when Damian found video clips of Martha playing with her belgian malinois in a agility course he got all giddy inside and wasn't the only one. As the 3 men scrolled down her photos they saw photos past and present right in front of them, it was like watching her life playing out before their eyes and it both captivated them and created a hollow feeling inside of them because they weren't there for any of it.

Damian had enough. He refused to miss out any more of his sister's life, and he knew he wasn't the only one who felt that why. "Father, I demand my sister to come home. She belongs here, it's her birthright!" Tim couldn't have agreed more. "Damian has a point, I mean, stabbed 19 times and infancy rape by a family member? Martha would be much safer and happier with us." Bruce's lips turn upward in a proud smile he was happy and relieved to hear his boys accepting his little girl into the family and that they want her home just as much as he does. "Don't worry my sons, we'll bring her home."

[pocketsized-prophet]

My brother and his wife had their youngest (boy) the same year my sister and her husband had their first (girl). They were about 2-3 when covid happened. Schools were shut down and for my brother's family working from home for the most part was okay. My SIL sometimes had to go into work because she was a teacher, but that also worked in their kids' favour because she could be teacher at home too. My sister and BIL made the choice to keep sending their daughter to her nursery. She had been a preemie and it had taken her quite a while to talk and going to nursery is really what started getting her progressing where she should (she literally doesn't shut up now 😅).

I say all this to say that my nephew really struggled with other children. He would fight with his siblings a lot. He would act out and misbehave, he wouldn't share toys with others and would snatch them if he wanted to play with them. And this I believe is because his only socialisation with other kids for a good 6 months of his key development was with his older brother and sister who were 10 and 6 respectively. It's only now, five years on that he's really starting to grasp correct socialisation. He's still a little naughty from time to time but it's nowhere near what it was. After the lockdown was lifted it took him years to willingly come to me and hug me the way my other niblings would do. It's only within the last 18 months that he's started to show me more affection too.

My niece didn't have these issues. She remained sociable through the lockdown and the second I saw her again once lockdown was lifted, she was climbing into my lap and chatting away, even when I'm fairly sure she's on the spectrum and socialisation doesn't come naturally to her.

There's a lot of factors, obviously. But I genuinely believe a lot of my nephew's issues come from the lockdown affecting his development. I don't say this to disparage the lockdown. I think it was incredibly important. I merely say all this because children need to socialise with other children their own age. My nephew was always around his siblings whereas my niece was an only child at the time but he fared far worse than she did in terms of their socialisation.

Toddlers are just little people in training. You can't set them up to fail or punish them for being what they are.

[winchesterwild78]

Daddy’s Girl pt 11

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (wife), Dean and Reader’s daughter, other characters from Supernatural

Warnings: injury, angst, fluff, Dean being sad

A/N: Another collab story with @cheekygirl2309. Aftermath of Charlie stealing and wrecking the car.

Sorry it’s taken so long to write this chapter. Life has sucked recently and I lost my joy for writing. I’m slowly trying to find it. I hope this chapter turns out how I planned.

This is a work of fiction and does not follow the Supernatural storyline. I do not own the rights to the characters used.

All work is my own and @cheekygirl2309, don’t take it or use it as your own. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Minors DNI 18+

Dean, Delilah and I made our way to the hospital. My leg bounced in the seat as Dean’s focus was getting there. Speed limits and red lights be damned.

Delilah called Sam and he was meeting us at the hospital. My heart pounded in my chest. An ache bloomed, my baby, my son was laying in the hospital and I had no idea how he was doing.

Regardless of how he got there, he was still my baby and he needed me.

Dean barely put the car in park when I leaped out and ran through the Emergency Room doors.

I ran to the desk, “Charlie Winchester, where is he?!” I yelled, trying to catch my breath. The nurse behind the desk looked at me and nodded. She typed on the computer and ushered me to follow her.

Dean and Delilah saw me walking towards the back and ran to catch up.

As we approached the room he was in I noticed two police officers standing outside his door. The taller one stepped forward. “Hello Are you Mr and Mrs. Winchester?” “Yes, now let me see my son.” I demanded.

He stepped between me and the door. “Ma’am, you’re going to have to wait a minute.”

I scoffed, “Like hell I will, that’s my son in there. I need to get to him.” The other police officer touched his shoulder and they stepped to the side.

I pushed past them and opened the door. I gasped at the sight before me.

My sweet boy, bruised and bloody. His arm in a sling, and his leg in a cast. My breath hitched.

I could hear Dean and the officers talking as I approached the bed. Delilah walked in and gasped loudly. Charlie’s head turned towards us and his eyes darted between his sister and me.

Then I noticed his eyes filled with tears. I was instantly by his side, holding his hand. The tears began to fall, slow at first then a constant flow. Delilah stepped to his other side and placed her hand on his shoulder.

“What were you thinking?” I whispered. He let out a sob, “I’m so sorry mom. I screwed up and now the car is wrecked and dad is going to kill me if I don’t go to jail first. I’m so sorry.” Sobbs wrecked his body.

I was on my feet and pulled him close to me, “Shh, baby. No, dad isn’t going to kill you. It’s just a car. It can be replaced, you can’t. God I’m so glad you’re okay. Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

His eyes were red and swollen, but I saw the flicker of surprise in them.

A few minutes later the doctor came in with Dean.

Dean looked at Charlie and I could see the fear in his eyes. He walked over, Charlie watching every step he took. Dean wrapped him in his arms and held him tight. “I’m so glad you’re safe. You’re grounded forever, but I’m so glad you’re safe.” Charlie and Dean chuckled a little.

“Mr and Mrs Winchester, I’m Dr. Stone. I’m treating your son.” I nodded and extended my hand, “Nice to meet you. So what’s wrong and when can he go home?”

“Well he broke his leg, dislocated his shoulder, and he has lots of cuts and bruises. Nothing too serious considering the extent of the accident. He got very lucky.”

I let out the breath I was holding. “When can he go home?” Dr Stone looked at Dean and I, “Well I want to keep him overnight for observation, but as far as going home that will be up to the police.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. Dean thanked the doctor and he left.

Charlie looked between Dean and I, “Am I really going to jail? I’m sorry I took the car and wrecked it. It was so stupid. I swear I won’t do it again. Please, mama, don’t let them take me to jail.” Charlie started crying, Delilah cried and begged us to do something.

Dean swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, “I’ll see what is going on.”

As Dean was about to leave the room, Sam came in.

We explained everything to him and he called Jody. “Jody said she’d make a phone call and see what charges they are thinking about pressing against him. She might be able to help us out.”

I nodded and hugged him, “Thank you, Sammy. I just want to take my baby home.”

Dean, Delilah, and Sam left to grab some coffee and snacks, leaving Charlie and I alone. This was the first time in a long time we had been alone and I was nervous. The last time we were alone Charlie was so angry. I braced myself.

I sat in the chair beside him and could feel the tension crackling in the air. My heart pounded and my head spun. I had no idea how to talk to him at that moment.

I looked over at him, he looked so much like Dean. I smiled slightly. His eyes flicked with the light from the television.

I swallowed and took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever was coming. “Honey, why did you take the car?”

His head turned slowly towards me and his eyes flashed with hurt and regret. He began to fidget with his hands. I reached out and touched his hand, holding it. I expected him to flinch or pull away, but he didn’t.

“I was just so lonely. I felt like no matter what I did I couldn’t get your attention or dad’s. Everything was always Delilah. I get it, she was assaulted and that was horrible, but I couldn’t help but feel like our whole lives have revolved around her happiness. Then she met Lucas and everyone was happy for her. We went to dinner with her boyfriend and his family. Nobody ever asks me how I’m doing. I stole the car because I felt like everyone would be better off if I was gone. I was going to Uncle Sam’s house and a deer jumped out in front of me. The next thing I knew I was waking up here. I’m so sorry, mama.”

His tears were falling fast, mine just as fast. I grabbed him and held him close to me. Hugging him like it was the last time I’d ever get to hold him. “I’m so sorry, Charlie. I’m so sorry you felt less than your sister. You have always been an important part of this family. We should have focused on you too and not so much on her. No one, do you understand me, no one would be better off with you gone. You’re my son, my baby boy and I’d never get over it if something happened to you.”

I kissed his head and held him tightly. My heart bloomed with a deep ache for him. How could we be so foolish and not see the impact this has had on him. All his anger, his harsh words to me, was out of hurt and frustration.

Dean, Delilah, Sam and Jody walked in the room. Jody came up to the bed and hugged Charlie. “Looks like you’re pretty banged up, kiddo. Did you learn a lesson?” Charlie nodded and looked at me, “Yeah I did.” He looked up at Dean, “Dad, I’m sorry. I’m going to do whatever it takes to pay to have the car fixed. I’ll work odd jobs, mow every lawn in the city if I have to.”

Dean placed his hand on Charlie’s shoulder, “I’m just glad you’re safe. We can fix her up together, okay?” Charlie nodded.

Jody had spoken to the Chief of Police and the only charges against Charlie were going to be driving without a license, because Dean refused to press charges. “So he can go home with us tomorrow?” I asked, still holding his hand.

She nodded, “Yeah he can. He’ll probably end up with community service since he’s a minor and has a clean record. Just don’t make this a habit, or I can’t get you out of it. Understand?” He nodded. “Thank you, Jody. I don’t know how I can ever repay you for this.”

She pulled me into a hug, “You don’t owe me anything, we’re family and family helps each other.” Dean hugged her and thanked her too.

As night turned into day, I could see Dean, Sam and Delilah getting more tired. Charlie had fallen asleep around 7am. Delilah was asleep, but restless in the chair.

“Dean, you three go home. I’m going to stay here with him. You get some rest and when they release him I’ll call you.”

He stood and stretched, “Are you sure, sweetheart?” I nodded, “Yes, go get some sleep. I’m going to need your help taking care of him. We have a lot of things to talk about later, so I need you rested.”

He kissed my lips and hugged me tightly before waking up Delilah and Sam. I hugged them goodbye and they slipped out of the room.

I laid back down in the recliner and pulled the blanket up around me. I could hear Charlie’s soft snores and I smiled. He looked just like Dean, and slept just like him too. One arm tucked under his head, mouth slightly opened and soft snores.

I fell asleep listening to him, thankful he was okay and still with me.

Across town Dean and Delilah had arrived back at the bunker and were ready to crawl in bed.

Dean let out a long sigh and ran his hand down his face. “Daddy, are you okay?” Delilah asked in a soft voice.

“Yeah pumpkin, it’s just been a long night. You go ahead and get some sleep. It’s going to be all hands on deck when Charlie comes home.” Delilah nodded and hugged Dean. She slipped into her bedroom and climbed into bed. Staring at the ceiling waiting to hear Dean come down the hallway to his bedroom. She wanted to make sure he was okay.

The minutes ticked by and she began to get worried. She found Dean in the Dean cave laying on the couch. She tiptoed back to her room and grabbed her pillow and blankets, walking back into the Dean cave. She made a bed on the floor and laid down. Dean’s arm was hanging off the couch so she laid so her shoulder was under his hand.

Dean’s hand twitched and he let out a soft sigh. She knew he needed someone, she was just like her father that way. Sleep quickly took over her as she laid on the floor.

While Dean slept he dreamed of Bobby. Or so he thought it was a dream. “Hey Dean.” Bobby’s gruff voice startled him. “Bobby! I’m so glad to see you.”

Bobby smirked, “Yeah. I bet. Things seem to be going haywire, huh? Your boy stole the car and wrecked. Sounds like something you would have done when you were his age.” Bobby chuckled.

Dean smirked and ran his hand through his hair. “Bobby I feel like I’m failing as a father and as a husband. I don’t know what to do.”

Bobby placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, “You idjit, you’re not failing. This is part of being a father and a husband. Things are going to be great and then things aren’t going to go the way you planned. How you respond is what makes you a great father and husband. From what I’m seeing you’re doing an amazing job. Y/N loves you and you’ve got two amazing kids.”

Dean nodded, “Yeah, well the only role model I had on how to be an amazing father was you. I don’t think I ever thanked you for that, Bobby.”

Bobby looked at Dean, “You thank me every day you show up for your kids and your wife. I’m so damn proud of you son. You were meant to be a husband and father, and I’m so glad you’ve gotten to be one.”

Bobby pulled Dean into a tight hug, “Now, go take care of your family. They need you, and remember I’m always here for you.”

Dean woke up and his breath caught in his throat. He gasped and it woke up Delilah. “Daddy, are you okay?” Tears pricked Dean’s eyes, “Yeah, I’m okay. Just talked to an old friend.”

“Was it Grandpa Bobby?” Dean smirked, “Yeah, it was Grandpa Bobby.”

“I figured it was. He checks in on me in my dreams from time to time. He always knows when we need him the most.” Dean smiled, “I didn’t know he visited you.” Delilah nodded, “Yeah, he visits Charlie too.”

Dean smiled and thought, of course he visits them. Delilah stood and went to her room, returning with something in her hand.

“Daddy, I found this at Uncle Sammy’s house in a box. He told me it was Grandpa Bobby’s. I think you need it right now more than I do.”

Dean took the worn hat and smiled. It was definitely Bobby’s. Dean hugged Delilah, “Thanks pumpkin. This means so much to me.”

A few hours later I called Dean to let him know they were releasing Charlie in a few hours. “Can you bring him some clean clothes and shoes, please.” I asked as I was giving Dean a list of things we needed from the store.

“Yep, I’ll bring his clothes and I’ll grab everything we need from the store. I think I’ll get him some of his favorite snacks too.” I smiled, “That would be great, Dean. Thank you. I love you, be careful.” “I love you too, see you soon.”

The nurse had come in with crutches and was teaching Charlie how to use them. He was starting to get the hang of it as Dean and Delilah arrived.

“Uhoh, looks like Charlie’s on the move.” Delilah chuckled.

“I can still beat you in a race, sis.” Charlie retorted. Dean and I laughed.

Delilah walked over to Charlie and slung her arm around him, “Hey, I’m really glad you’re okay. Don’t ever scare me like that again, okay?” He looked at her and nodded, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare anyone.” She hugged him tight, “I know.”

“Charlie, I’m gonna put your clothes in the bathroom so you can change. Let me know if you need help.” Dean said as he placed Charlie’s clothes on the bathroom sink.

Charlie walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I hugged Dean and Delilah while we waited for Charlie.

“We got everything at the store, I even had Delilah help pick out snacks.” I smiled and thanked them softly.

The bathroom door clicked open and Charlie walked out, balancing on his crutches. “Guess I’m ready to go when they let me.” He shrugged.

“Well, they just brought in the paperwork, so we are good to go.” I said holding up the papers.

“Okay, let’s get out of here. I hate hospitals.” Charlie said as the rest of us laughed.

We were walking down the hallway, heading towards the elevator and Dean smirked and let out a little chuckle. I looked at him and he motioned to Charlie. I playfully slapped his arm, “Stop it, and help your son.” He laughed and stepped up to Charlie as we stood waiting for the elevator.

Dean leaned up and whispered into Charlie’s ear, “Hey, looks like you had some trouble getting your pants up. Okay if I help?” Charlie nodded and Dean quickly pulled up Charlie’s pants the rest of the way.

The elevator arrived and I noticed a crimson hue on Charlie’s cheeks. I smiled at him, “Hey, it’s okay everyone here used to change your little tushy.”

Delilah and Dean roared with laughter, Charlie just shook his head, “Thanks a lot mom.” I smiled and touched his arm, “You’re welcome sweetie.” I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. Then I froze. “I’m sorry. I should have asked if that was okay.”

Charlie steadied himself on the wall and offered me his good arm. He hugged me, “It was more than okay, mom.” I smiled and nodded.

A warmth filled my heart. I felt like we were at a turning point.

Arriving at the bunker, Delilah and I carried in the groceries and Dean helped Charlie get inside.

“Okay, buddy, where do you want to go?” Dean asked as he and Charlie were walking in from the garage. “Um the library.”

Dean nodded and helped Charlie get comfortable at one of the tables in the library. Dean grabbed a pillow to prop Charlie’s leg up and sat across from him.

Charlie nervously shifted in his seat. He hadn’t talked to Dean about the accident and he was nervous. Dean sensed his anxiety and let out a soft breath.

“Charlie, I think we should talk about what happened.” Charlie looked at Dean and nodded before putting his head back down.

“First I want you to know I meant what I said about the car. It can be rebuilt, hell I’ve done it before. Your mom and I are just thankful you made it out and your injuries weren’t worse than they are. Charlie, I know you’ve had a hard time with everything going on with your sister. Your mom and I are so sorry we made you feel like you weren’t important to us, because you are just as important to us as Delilah is. You’re our baby boy. You’re my son, my legacy to this world.”

Charlie sat listening to Dean, really listening to him and tears pricked his eyes. He had never thought about that before, but it was true. He would be the one to carry on the Winchester name, and he wanted to make his father proud of him.

The tears that pricked his eyes started to fall. A painful lump formed in his throat as the hot tears spilled down his cheeks. Dean was out of his chair in an instant and by Charlie’s side.

He held him tightly as he cried. “Dad, I’m so sorry. I only ever wanted to make you and mom proud of me. To love me like you do Delilah.”

Dean’s heart broke. He pulled back and looked at Charlie, “We are proud of you, Charlie and we sure as hell love you as much as we do Delilah. Listen, things have been crazy and your mom and I didn’t handle it like we could have. You’re right, we did put a lot of focus and energy on Delilah and her happiness. We didn’t realize how much we were neglecting you, and for that we are deeply sorry. I promise you we will do better. From now on you will never question how much we love and care for you.”

I stood at the doorway and listened to Dean and Charlie. I was so glad Charlie felt comfortable enough to tell Dean what he’d told me.

I put laundry in the washer and started to cook dinner. When dinner was ready we all went into the kitchen to eat. Charlie sat in Dean’s chair since it had more space for him to stretch out his leg.

Charlie began scarfing down the food like he hadn’t eaten in days. I chuckled when I looked at him and he had spaghetti sauce on his face. With his mouth full he looked up at me and said, “What?” I shook my head and chuckled, “Nothing. I’m just glad you have your appetite.” “Well, this is really good. Thank you for cooking, mom.” “You’re welcome baby.”

I looked at Dean and we smiled at each other. Delilah had been texting Lucas and I noticed Charlie kept looking at her.

Quiet conversation filled the room and by the time dinner was done the tension between all of us was starting to ebb.

I stood and started clearing up and noticed Charlie shifting uncomfortably in his chair. My brows furrowed and I looked at Dean and nodded.

“Hey Buddy,” Dean said. “Are you okay?”

Charlie looked at me and then at him. He hung his head and fidgeted with his hands. “Um, I need to go to the bathroom but need some help getting my pants down.” His face flushed red.

Dean chuckled a little, “I’ve got you, buddy. Come on. Let’s go.”

Dean helped Charlie stand and they walked out of the room.

I finished cleaning up dinner and started washing dishes. Dean came back into the kitchen chuckling a little and I looked at him and smiled.

“What’s so funny?” I asked. “Your son is. He was so embarrassed asking me to help him to the bathroom we almost didn’t make it in time. Poor kid.”

I continued washing dishes as I looked at Dean, “Leave my baby alone or you’re going to be in trouble.”

Dean chuckled and stepped behind me, “Oh, is that so?” He brushed the hair off my neck and started kissing down my neck and to my pulse point.

I leaned back into him and my breath hitched.

Dean chuckled deep in his chest, “Seems like you’re the one in trouble, sweetheart.”

I smiled because damn was he right.

I finished the dishes and Dean rinsed and dried them.

After they were put away we walked to the Dean Cave. There we found Delilah and Charlie sitting on the couch watching Scooby Doo.

I looked at Dean and smiled. He was beaming with pride.

Dean sat between the kids and I sat at the other end. I looked over and saw Dean with both of his children on either side of him. I could see the love between the three of them.

Delilah had her phone out and a smile on her face. I saw how her face lit up and she nervously chewed her lip.

Dean noticed too. I saw a flicker of sadness in his eyes as the realization washed over him.

His baby girl, his little pumpkin pie, was in love. That scared him more than any monster he’d ever faced.

A few hours later there was a knock on mine and Dean’s door. “Come in.” I said.

Delilah opened the door. “Hey guys. I know Charlie is grounded, but I was wondering if I could take him out with Lucas and I tomorrow? I wanted to talk to you two before I talked to him.”

I looked at Dean and then at her. “Can we talk about it and let you know tomorrow morning?”

She nodded enthusiastically and hugged me then Dean. “Thanks guys. I was talking to Lucas and we didn’t want Charlie to continue to feel left out so we wanted to take him out. With your permission.”

I touched her arm, “I think he’d like that. I’m sure he’s really missing his big sister right now.”

“Yeah, I guess Lucas is taking up more of my time than I thought.”

She hung her head in a little sadness.

I touched her arm, “Hey, don’t do that. This isn’t your fault. This is part of growing up. You’re allowed to be happy and live your life.”

She nodded, thanked us and left.

Dean looked at me and had a pang of sadness in his eyes. “Dean, baby, what’s wrong?”

He sighed and hung his head a little, “I guess I’m just having a hard time with her getting older. She’s growing up too fast, they both are. I’m just not ready to say goodbye to them.”

I touched his arm and stood in front of him, “Dean, we’re not saying goodbye to them. Once they grow up they go build a life of their own, we are still going to be a part of that.”

His green eyes met mine and I could see the tears that pricked his eyes. I positioned myself between his legs as he sat on the side of the bed. His hands held my hips and pulled me closer to him.

Dean laid his head against my torso as I leaned down and kissed his head. My hands touched his neck and shoulders. “Come on baby, let’s go to bed.” I whispered against his head. He nodded and leaned back, pulling me down with him causing me to giggle.

Dean laughed and kissed my lips softly, “I guess the silver lining about the kids growing up is I can have more alone time with you and walk around in my underwear.” A deep chuckle left his lips and I laughed.

“Yes you can, Dean. All day long.”

I smiled at him as he pulled me in his arms. “So are we going to let Charlie go out with Delilah and Lucas tomorrow?” Dean asked as he held me.

I sighed, “Honestly I’m torn. I want them to spend time together and grow close again, but he did take the car and wreck it. What do you think?”

Dean took a deep breath and let it out slowly, “I feel the same way. I know he’s feeling pushed to the side with everything that’s happened to her and with her, but that doesn’t excuse his behavior over the past few months. Maybe we let him go with her with the understanding that this is a one time thing and if he wants to earn this privilege again he needs to prove it. No more of this mouthing off, stealing and defying us.”

I shifted next to Dean and looked at him, “Okay. I’m fine with that. We’ll tell Delilah in the morning.”

He nodded, kissed my lips and turned off the light. Pulling me to his side we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.

The next morning I woke up before Dean. I found Delilah already awake and in the kitchen. “Good morning, baby girl. How are you?”

“I’m good. Just thinking.” I raised an eyebrow at her and smirked, “what are you thinking about sweetie? Anything I can help with?”

She smiled softly and her eyes sparkled. My breath hitched. I’d seen that look before. I’d had the same look with Dean. My little girl was in love, and not a puppy love, but a head over heels, forever kind of love.

“I’m just thinking about Lucas and everything. Mama he reminds me so much of daddy. He’s kind, brave, supportive and so protective. I’m in love with him.” A blush spread across her face and I touched her hand.

“He sounds amazing, baby girl. We are happy for you.”

She got a look on her face and fidgeted, “What about daddy? Is he okay with Lucas?”

I smiled and nodded, “Yes, it’s just hard on him to see you two grow up so fast. He thought for years he’d never be able to have a family, then you two came along and you became his life. He’s always just wanted what was best for you two and for you two to be loved and protected. If Lucas does that then daddy will be fine. I promise.”

“Thanks mama. So did you and daddy decide if we can take Charlie with us today? We were thinking mini golf and lunch.”

“Yeah, we’re going to let him go. We just want to have a conversation with him first.”

She nodded, “Thank you. I’ll let Lucas know.”

She hugged me and left the room. A few minutes later I was cooking breakfast when Dean came in. He grabbed a coffee and came over and kissed my lips. “Good morning, sweetheart.” “Good morning, Dean. How’d you sleep?”

“Okay. Definitely glad for coffee.” I nodded and smiled.

About 20 minutes later Charlie came in and looked at Dean and I. He smiled slightly but the smile barely stretched past his lips.

“Hey baby. How’d you sleep?” I smiled as I hugged him.

He looked surprised, “okay. I’m still getting used to this cast and everything.”

Dean glanced up from his coffee and looked at me and I nodded.

“Sweetie, dad and I want to talk to you about something.”

Charlie nodded and took a seat at the table. Dean sat his coffee down and I noticed Charlie swallow hard.

“So, stealing the credit card was one thing, but stealing the car is a whole different matter. You could have been seriously hurt or hurt someone else, or worse. We’re so glad you’re okay, but we’ve got a long road back to the trust we had.”

He nodded and hung his head. “I know, and I’m so sorry. Waking up in the hospital scared the heck out of me.”

Dean straightened up and took a deep breath, “It scared us too, Charlie. I don’t know what I’d do, what we would do if we had lost you. I do know we wouldn’t have survived that loss.”

I noticed Dean’s eyes filled with tears. “Charlie, Delilah wanted you to go with her and Lucas today. If we let you go, understand this is a privilege and you can lose that privilege just as quickly as it was given. Is that something you’d want to do? Go with Delilah and Lucas?” I looked at him, searching for an answer.

He nervously bit his lip, “They really want me to go with them?”

I smiled and nodded, “yes. It was their idea. Would you want to go?”

He smiled, “Yeah. I’d like to. I guess if Lucas is going to be in her life I need to get to know him better. Thanks mom and dad.”

Delilah walked in and Charlie smiled at her. “Mom said you and Lucas wanted to take me with you today. Do you really?”

She smiled big, “Yes! Mini golf and lunch. How does that sound?”

Charlie looked confused, “How am I supposed to play mini golf?”

Delilah laughed, “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.”

Dean chuckled, “Try not to break anything else.” We all laughed.

A few hours later Delilah and Charlie were getting ready to go. Lucas came by and was waiting for them.

Dean took the opportunity to chat with Lucas. “So, how’s classes going?”

Lucas smiled, “They are going great. I really like the professors and the workload isn’t too bad.”

Dean nodded, “So college. Any wild parties coming up you plan on taking my baby to?”

I snorted and playfully hit Dean’s arm. “Dean, stop interrogating the poor boy.”

Dean feigned innocence.

“It’s okay Mrs Winchester, I know when I eventually have children I’m going to be protective too. I promise Mr Winchester, I have nothing but the utmost respect for your daughter. I love her.”

Dean froze and looked at me. I offered him a reassuring smile.

When the kids came in they were laughing and I saw Lucas’ face light up when he saw Delilah. It was the same look Dean had on his face when we fell in love.

My breath hitched. My little girl was a young woman in love and he was in love with her.

The three of them left, we could hear them laughing and talking as they left.

I looked over at Dean and saw him deep in thought.

I walked over to him and stood between his legs and lifted his chin softly. “Dean, honey are you okay?”

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes, “He’s in love with her. I know that look. That boy is so deeply in love with our baby girl. He’s going to marry her.”

He sighed heavily and a single tear slipped down his cheek.

I wiped it away and kissed his lips softly. “I know, baby but she’s a smart girl. She’ll make him take care of her. We raised her that way.

He smiled, nodded and pulled me close to him.

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how did joan help jfk when baby patrick died? i heard somewhere she really was there for him. also love ur blog, it is very nice❤

Ooh, I love this question! And thank you for your kind words :) Here comes a verrrry long post. In short, Joan helped Jack immensely after baby Patrick's death. The story actually warms my heart so much. It really is a testament to how emotionally-capable she was and being in a family where everyone just seemed to be so emotionally closed-off and incapable with the exception of a few, (examples in question, Bobby & Eunice), it must have been so refreshing for him to have Joan there during it.

She played the role of a shoulder for Jack to lean on and I think in the moment it felt very comforting to be able to have Joan there for him and have someone not give him the usual "He's in a better place now." narrative and just be very genuine with him. It was a difficult time.

JFK dancing with Joan on her Wedding Day. Circa, November 29th, 1958.

Here is the very sweet anecdote that you were probably referring to or heard about. It's quite a long read, but it's just so incredibly heartwarming. And it shows some good insight into their overall dynamic and relationship. <3 Give it a read below:

After Patrick’s funeral, it was Joan who provided the most comfort to Jack during the time he secluded himself at home. “She was a rock through this for him,” said Joan Braden. “It was surprising to some. Joan was usually the one you needed to rally around in times of crisis. But for this one, she was there for Jack. I think she wanted to do it for Jackie, too. She felt terrible for what the two of them were going through. In so many ways, Joan was—is—probably the most sensitive person in the family. It’s easy to say someone would do anything for another person, but with Joan Kennedy, it was always the truth.”  Former Kennedy aide Dave Powers who stayed with Jack at Squaw Island recalled, “The first night [after the funeral], she just sat with him for a long, long time and just talked. There was none of the orthodoxy you might expect from Ethel. No talk about how Patrick was in heaven and happy, but rather just warm, human, simple talk.” Jack and Jackie’s Squaw Island home was sparsely and simply furnished with comfortable, upholstered chairs and thick, woven rugs. It was large and airy, and spotlessly clean. On the walls were watercolored seascapes that had been painted by Jackie. As Joan and Jack stood before one of the paintings, Powers heard Joan say, “There’s no explaining what happened. I’m not like Ethel. I don’t know that all things happen for a reason. I just know that things happen.” “That they do,” Jack said, his blue eyes tearing up.   “And when they happen,” Joan continued, “we just have to go on, somehow, and know that we have the strength to carry on. It’s in every one of us, Jack. That strength. It’s our birthright.” “Do you have that strength, Joansie?” Jack asked, using Ted’s nickname for her. “Can you get through this life God has given us?”   Rather than answer the question, Joan embraced the President. “I know one thing, Jack. You do,” she said as she held him. “Of all people, you do.” “The President listened and was deeply moved,” said Dave Powers. “She left at eleven that night and the President walked with her out to the driveway. ‘You know,’ he told me when he returned to the house, ‘she’s a great girl.’ She was there the next night and the next, and the President was grateful. She did a great deal for him.” It would seem, based on the remembrances of others close to the President, that Jack developed a new respect for his sister-in-law and for her unique brand of simple, common, and good sense. She wasn’t afraid to address difficult subjects, which was unusual in the emotionally closed-off Kennedy family and was behavior worthy of admiration, and she was even insightful in her clear-eyed assessment of emotional occurrences. After Patrick’s funeral, it was Joan who provided the most comfort to Jack during the time he secluded himself at home. “She was a rock through this for him,” said Joan Braden. “It was surprising to some. Joan was usually the one you needed to rally around in times of crisis. But for this one, she was there for Jack. I think she wanted to do it for Jackie, too. She felt terrible for what the two of them were going through. In so many ways, Joan was—is—probably the most sensitive person in the family. It’s easy to say someone would do anything for another person, but with Joan Kennedy, it was always the truth.”

The End.

So yes, Joan was very much there for JFK after baby Patrick's death and it really did make him realize what a great sister-in-law he had. It also makes me wonder what the future would have been like for the both of them had Jack not been assassinated just a few months later. I know he had a deep admiration and respect for her, I mean who else got to be nicknamed 'The Dish' by Jack Kennedy. And just how he would frequently compliment her for her campaigning and how wonderful she was on the stump for him, "We couldn't have won without you.", he wrote to her shortly after winning the election. There's so much more to this too, but I'll leave it at that.

Also, here is a link to Jackie, Ethel, Joan: The Women of Camelot Part One. If you fast-forward to the time-stamp 1:08:13, this brief scene from the film is modeled after what's said in the anecdote, so just thought I'd share if you're interested. I love how they really did capture the essence of the moment.

If I'm not mistaken, this was just after baby Patrick's death? So here's some sweet Jack & Jackie love to end this post off with. 💔

[ddoralaexplorer]

Eclipsed by You ~ A Paul Lahote story

A/N: Its definitely shorter than other parts. I've been super busy and under the weather lately but I hope you guys enjoy this short Chapter! Better buckle up too, its getting even better later on.

Chapter Thirteen ~ Tipping the Scale

Pauls POV

I let it happen again. I lost her.

My anger got the best of me, and now she’s gone. It’s been twenty-four hours—twenty-four agonizing hours—and no one has seen her. She was there. I was there. And then, just like that, she vanished. As if she had never been real, as if she were nothing more than a ghost.

Where the hell is Vesper?

If that redheaded leech so much as lays a finger on her—God.

How could I have been so reckless? How could I have walked away?

“Edward, we need to find my sister!” Bella’s frantic voice rang through the Cullens’ house, thick with panic. She was on the verge of breaking, and I wasn’t far behind her.

I never thought I’d find myself here, in the home of bloodsuckers, but for Vesper? I’d be anywhere. I’d do anything.

“Fuck!” I shot up from my seat, pacing, fists clenched so tightly my nails nearly broke skin. My body trembled with rage, with helplessness. I wanted to hurt something—myself, anything—to drown out the gnawing, gut-wrenching guilt eating me alive. I let this happen. I walked away. And now she was gone.

“Paul! Paul!” Sam’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. He was trying to pull me back, to keep me from slipping into the very thing I couldn’t control. His hands gripped my shoulders, a silent warning.

But it was useless.

The Cullens hadn’t seen the worst of me yet. Not even close. And if we didn’t find her soon, they were about to.

No one has ever meant this much to me. No one has ever made me feel the way she does.

I love her.

I didn’t realize how badly until now — until she was gone. The thought of never seeing her again claws at my chest, twisting tighter with every second that passes. My heart aches, fractured so deeply it feels like it’s barely holding together. Each breath comes short and sharp, like my lungs can’t expand enough to keep me standing.

I need to find her. I can’t think, I can’t focus — all I know is that I have to get her back. Because if I don’t…

I won’t survive it.

Even as I teeter on the edge of breaking, I force it down — for Vesper’s sake. Falling apart won’t bring her back. Moping won’t find her.

“Alice,” I snap, turning to the short-haired girl beside the leech who looks like he’s in pain —Jasper, I think. “You have that weird future-seeing thing, right?” I remember Vesper mentioning it once, like it was just another strange quirk in this twisted world.

“She won’t see anything past you mutts,” Rosalie cuts in, her tone cold and sharp.

I spin toward her, my body tightening, heat searing beneath my skin. Sam’s hand presses firmly against my chest, a silent warning. Before I can snap, Carlisle gives Rosalie a pointed look, silencing her.

“I’m sorry,” Alice says softly, her voice tinged with genuine regret. “I’ve tried… but I can’t see anything.”

My jaw tightens as I clench my fists so hard they tremble. Anger coils in my gut — anger at her, at myself, at the world — but mostly at the fact that I’m powerless.

And Vesper doesn’t have time for me to be powerless.

“I’m going back,” I say, my voice rough and strained. “Back to where I last smelled her scent. Maybe... maybe that’ll help.” It’s a thin thread of hope — barely there — but it’s all I’ve got.

“Paul, you’re on to something,” Edward chimes in, his voice steadier than mine. He’s leaning against the wall, hands tucked in his pockets like he’s calm — but I can see it. The tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes flicker with something that mirrors my own desperation. “Maybe if we can pick up a trail…”

I nod, barely able to speak past the lump in my throat.

It’s a long shot — but right now, it’s the only shot we’ve got. And no matter what it takes, I won’t stop until I find her.

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My eyes wandered over the creek that divided our territories, the cold air biting against my skin. The memory of the last time I saw her face flickered in my mind, her voice — all of it clashing with the crushing reality that she was gone. A chill crawled down my spine, stronger than the wind.

I walked along the water’s edge, my boots crunching against damp leaves and scattered twigs. Then something caught my eye — a faint glimmer on the ground.

I knelt down, fingers curling around the delicate chain. My breath hitched as I realized what it was — the necklace I’d given her on her birthday. I could still remember the way her face lit up when she opened the box, how she’d run her fingers over the pendant like it was something precious.

That memory... it was engraved in my head — warm, perfect, and now painfully distant.

I swallowed hard and slid the necklace into my pocket, clenching it in my fist like holding on to it might somehow keep her closer.

“I found a scent!” Emmett’s voice rang out in the distance, sharp and urgent.

My heart kicked against my ribs as I shot to my feet.

Please, I begged silently, let this lead to her.

Emmett had found a bloody handprint smeared across the bark of a tree, stark and crimson against the pale wood. My blood turned ice-cold at the sight.

“You don’t think it’s Ve—” Bella’s voice faltered, her breath catching like she couldn’t say it out loud. Like saying it would make it real.

“It’s not,” I cut her off, my voice rough and sharp. It couldn’t be. It wouldn’t be. It Cant be. 

But the metallic scent clung to the air, making my stomach twist. My fingers curled into fists as I stared at the dried blood trailing deeper into the woods. My pulse thundered in my ears.

“I’m going to kill that redheaded leech,” I snarled, barely able to contain the fire burning beneath my skin. My muscles trembled, the heat crawling dangerously close to the surface.

I pushed forward, following the blood-stained path like a predator locked on its prey. Bella surprised me by keeping up, her breath ragged but her pace relentless.

Desperation fueled her — the same desperation clawing at my chest. She wanted to find her sister just as badly as I did.

And if that blood belonged to Vesper...

I didn’t let myself finish the thought. I couldn’t. All I knew was that I wouldn’t stop until I found her — no matter what it took.

The day was beginning to wind down, the sun bleeding into the horizon with streaks of orange and gold. Shadows stretched across the ground, swallowing the forest in creeping darkness. The air turned colder, the chill biting at my skin — but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to stop me.

I was dedicated — no, driven — to getting my girl back in one piece.

The woods felt different at night. The silence wasn’t calm; it was heavy, unsettling. Every rustling leaf and distant snap of a branch put me on edge. The air clung thick with tension, as if the trees themselves knew something terrible had happened.

But I wasn’t afraid of the dark, or whatever might be lurking out here. The only thing that scared me was what I was holding back — the way my wolf was clawing at my insides, threatening to break free.

I couldn’t let that happen — not now. Not with Bella and the others counting on me to keep it together. They couldn’t see how badly this was tearing me apart. How losing her — even for a moment — made my chest feel like it was caving in.

I kept moving, pushing down the burn beneath my skin. Because right now, none of that mattered.

“Shit!” I roared, my voice breaking as the trail we’d been following came to a sudden, bitter end. The blood, the scent — it all stopped here. A dead end.

That leech had played us — played me.

I staggered back, the weight of it all hitting me like a punch to the gut. My legs gave out, and I dropped to the ground, barely feeling the dirt beneath me. The pain I’d been choking down — the helplessness — finally broke free, tearing me apart from the inside out.

I swore to protect her. I promised her. And I’d failed.

My arms locked around my knees, my head falling between them as I tried to hold myself together. But I couldn’t. The ache hollowed me out, and before I knew it, the sobs were breaking free — raw and guttural. I couldn’t stop them.

For the first time, I didn’t care who saw me like this. Didn’t care that I was crumbling right in front of them.

Bella moved beside me, her hand resting on my shoulder — firm, steady, and warm. She didn’t say anything at first, but her silence spoke volumes. She knew. She knew how bad this was — how much Vesper meant to me.

When I lifted my head just enough to look at her, I saw the tears clinging to her lashes. She was breaking too — breaking for her sister. For me.

“We’re gonna find her,” she whispered, her voice shaky but determined. “We have to.”

I swallowed hard, forcing down the next sob. I couldn’t speak — couldn’t even nod — but Bella’s hand stayed on my shoulder, grounding me just enough to remember that giving up wasn’t an option.

“What does she want with Vesper?” Bella’s voice broke the silence, shaky but demanding. She turned sharply toward the Cullens, her face pale and tight with fear.

“It’s me she’s after,” Bella choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. Her gaze dropped to the floor, like saying it out loud made the truth even heavier.

I clenched my jaw, trying to tune out the panic threatening to take over. But she was right — none of this made sense. Victoria had been hunting Bella — we all knew that. So why change the plan now? Why go after Vesper instead?

My mind raced, every memory of that night playing back like a broken reel. What happened between Victoria and Vesper in that brief encounter?

Had Vesper done something — said something — that changed Victoria’s mind? Or was this all just a twisted game, one designed to hurt Bella in the worst way possible?

None of it added up, and the unknown gnawed at me.

“She shouldn’t have been dragged into this,” I muttered bitterly, barely realizing I’d spoken out loud. My hands curled into fists, nails digging into my palms.

“She’s strong,” Bella whispered, her voice thin but firm. “Vesper’s stronger than people think.”

I swallowed hard, wanting to believe that. Needing to believe that.

But the image of that bloody handprint flashed in my mind again, and my chest tightened like a vice.

Wherever Vesper was, I just hoped she was still fighting to hold on. Because I sure as hell wasn’t giving up on her.

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

Spoilers for the season 3 premiere of Wot

Holy shit the rain oh my god Siuan is so beautiful

The yearning in Moiraine's eyes🥺😭

Ohhhhhh Liandrin is in trouble 👀👀👀

Oh I'm freaking oyt

You can practically feel the tension oh my God

Holy shit Siuan is being called out holy shit

Oh I'm screaming

SIUAN SHIT YOU'RE IN TROUBLE NOW HOLY HELL

Oooooooooooo Siuan outed Liandrin as a dark friend 👀👀

Oh if it is in the consequences of her own actions

Aw, the way Liandrin can't even look Nyeneve in the eye because she knows what she did

I kind of love how she was just like eh, I tried

Holy shit there are so many dark friends 👀👀

Alanna's boys immediately being like don't worry babe we're coming

Holy shit! Siuan really hit Liandrin hard lol

Siuan has fallen omg!!!

My poor babe oh no, no they're black Ajah

Oh shit things are really going to hell

No the good Ajah have been hit noooooo

Siuan my poor babe🥺

Nooooooooooo Verin's sister doesn't know who she is😭😭😭

Why do the dark friends kind of look like the poster for like a rock/indie/folk band 😂

Ouchie (Liandrin getting stabbed)

NOOOOOO SIUAN!

Oh Alanna I adore you🥰

NOOOOOOOOO IHVON😭😭😭😭

Moiraine's always out here stating the obvious and I love her for it

Oh no Siuan 🥺

Oh my God Siuan's wifey shielded her 😭😭😭

The way Moiraine's face shows so much and then she strides away and Siuan moves to follow her before stopping herself 😭😭😭😭

Oh my God, all the warders are dead🥺

Damn they left my girl Nyeneve to die 😭😂

"Why does she always want to leave at dawn?" Me

Awwwwwww they're going to Tear 🥺 the place of Siuan's birth

The way that Aviendha's fellow warriors are watching her interact with Rand, they can tell there's something there lol

It's the classic enemies to lovers

Aw girl talk with the trauma bonded three🥺

Nooooooooooo 🥺 the way Egwane has PTSD my poor girl🥺🥺

Matt you are really the worst at staying undetected 😂😭

Oh Mat, Rand has done wayyyyyy more then kiss another girl, he did the do with a Forsaken 😂

Oh dear, he isn't lying but he's also not telling the whole truth 👀

Oh who is sheeee? (I thought it was Moiraine, but now I'm thinking it's Lanfear)

Ooof, poor Verin is beating herself up 😭😭😭

Mat it's me coming in to a conversation not realizing the vibe has changed LOL

OH SHIT IT IS LANDFEAR

Oooooooooooo Lanfear and Moiraine may have common ground 👀

Oh damn Moiraine seems a bit surprised that Lanfear thinks she will hurt the others in order to get to

The way Moiraine stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the two guards outside their place 👀

Siuan is discussing stuff 👀

Oooooooooooooooo👀 the way Egwane just flat out said she won't go back is a vibe and so much growth in her character

The way Moiraine is eavesdropping👀😂 (completely Fair considering everything)

I'm low-key obsessed with Siuan's dress in this next scene👀

Aw, Nyeneve is still haunted by what she saw in the arches, and the way Lan immediately knows that he was part of what she saw 😭😭😭😭

Well now I ship Elayne and Aviendha

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh👀 so this is the scene we'd gotten stills from👀 with them all decked out in fancy armor

Ha, Rand asking questions like a child is a mood

Damn, Moiraine really just got straight to the point, telling Rand he can never go home

Ha, Egwane flat out telling Siuan that she's unaccepted now so she's going to Just bounce lol

Siuan's bafflement 😂 like Egwane did say she'd go back to the tower today if she was made an accepted, which she did do she didn't say she would stay lol

Awwww the way Moiraine is looking long angry at the tower where her wife is 🥺🥺

"To seeing double and staying single"😂 Mat is a vibe lol

Mat you should listen to Perrin

Oh I ship Aviendha and Elayne so fucking hard

Oh my God I am screaming!!!!!! Get it!!!

Ok I can't be the only one who doesn't ship Rand and Egwane? Like no thank you

Awwwwwwwwwwwww🥺 the way Moiraine is fighting with herself looking at the tower 🥺🥺🥺 she misses her wife 🥺

Aw, Nynaeve trying to help Mat🥺

Wait, Lan glaring back at Moiraine who shakes her head? Moiraine has been messing with them to get them to split up from Rand

Aw, the way Lan immediately ran to Nynaeve when she called for him🥺

OH NO HE STABBED HER

Oh good Moiraine was able to heal them

Nooooooooooo they were working with Lanfear😭😭😭

Yeah, it went very far lol

Aw, Egwane saying she won't go anywhere 😭

But also I still don't ship them lol

Nynaeve apologizing to Lan when he secretly knows the whole attack was partially his fault🥺

Aw they're holding hands

OH MY GOD HE GAVE HER A RING FROM HIS MAMA

He wants Nynaeve as his queen 😭😭😭😭😭

Oooooooooooo the subtle hand holding between Elayne and Aviendha🥺😭🥰

Mat about to say the white tower resembles a dick is fabulous 😂

Oooooooooooo 👀 Mat going against Moiraine to go to the Aiel waste

Who's the dude that's suspended by webs? Who is Jaichim?👀👀

[justatccgirl]

NON tcc ex bf is pissing me off. Woke us this morning to a, "I don't think I made the right decision" text.... What the fuck do you mean? I BROKE IT OFF WITH YOU. Maybe bro meant he doesn't think I made the right decision, but I did. I NEEDED this break omfg. I couldnt stand the constant accusations, like motherfucker I live in a tiny ass town in Illinois, I'm not going nowhere, and no I'm not sleeping with anyone asshole, I'm a virgin. Ugh, I can't stand guys 💔 He hit me with the 'Idk (BLANK) I'm just insecure and worried that something will happen' after MONTHS of constantly treating him good, YEARS of being with this dude and I not once ever gave him any reason to suspect me of cheating. It is so unbelievably draining, having to wake up and go to school and your bf won't talk to you because he thinks you're with some guy you dated a while ago. I mean I get it, I dated the dude, But just because the guy bumps into me in the hall does NOT mean I'm sleeping with him. Fuck, I don't even have my license, the dude lives 45 minutes away from me, how WOULD I sleep with him? I live in a house with my parents and I share a room with my sister. I have FIVE siblings and chores and friends and homework... When would I have the TIME?? And I tried telling NON tcc ex bf that and he didn't listen. I mean, damn. Like you can dump me 7 times, sleep with the bitch you told me not to worry about, LOSE YOUR VIRGINITY TO HER OUT OF SPITE TOWARDS ME, lie to my face, talk shit on me when we were dating, have her ugly ratchet ass try to jump me, start rumors that I was sleeping with my brother, call me a cheater for a dude pushing me in the hallway (oh, and I "playfully" kicked back at him), ignore me 24/7 at school and then expect me to text you all day at home, and constantly blame my mom for shit YOU did and I STILL loved you. And everyone at school told me to dump your ass because you were trash and I didn't fucking listen until now because I was so blind to what we could be. But WE can't be anything because you are an asshole, you are immature, you do believe you're better than people just because you have money, you do believe you're something because people think you're cute, you do believe you're the shit because people hype you up, you do think you're untouchable when really you're not. You constantly treat other girls like shit thinking that would make me like you, like that would make me feel special. It fucking doesn't. It makes me feel disgusting. Makes me feel sick. Makes me want to vomit everywhere because how can you bring me to a school dance, and notice that gorgeous fucking girl on the dance floor in that pretty pink dress that was WAY fucking prettier than my green one. Her blonde hair, the way she looked free, happy. And you called her fat, you called her ugly. That same girl who stood with everyone, her face bright, swaying with the music while I stood lodged with you in a corner, like a needle in a haystack. But she was fat? She was ugly? Don't think so. If anything I was the ugly one. Standing there, next to you, beaming as if I was so madly in love with you. And honestly I was and honestly I still am. But fuck that guy. Fuck every guy.

[naomiayodele]

She kept her expression neutral. She didn’t have a sibling to run to for advice on life and relationships. In the same breath, she understood his sister’s so called worry to a degree. She was doing her best to push forward and not overthink the situation. They had a right to be happy with each other and outside opinions didn’t matter. “You may just give me a cavity with how sweet you are but I really appreciate it.” It meant more than she could put into words. “Our relationship is ours and I could care less what others may think but -” she debated on going through with telling him but honesty was the best policy. “Your sister came to my bakery the other day. Right at closing so I was already ready to go home but she wanted to have conversation, if you want to put it that way.” She see-saw’d with her head not considering it much of anything. “Sibling threat of not breaking your heart, cool but in a way it just felt like she was throwing your ex and her actions in my face. Almost comparing because it was … weird and confusing honestly. “ She was a big girl but she was not trying to lead him in the dark about anything. “I am still not sure what her reasoning was but I guess her remark about having a talk with you annoyed me more than it should’ve because on one hand I can count how many conversations I have had with her and it’s less than five.” She tapped her nails against the table briefly. “I don’t need siblings to know that family opinions matter in some capacity but it’s water under the bridge. I didn’t want to bring it up because this is our first date but you’re right, it’s us against the world.” She was going to keep things cordial and keep it moving. “I don’t expect no grand answer, I just like to know things. It might make me nosy , smart or maybe I should’ve been a therapist who knows.” Naomi pondered the question. “ We’ve been in these skates long enough. I believe being on solid ground would do some good.” She smiled softly, untying the laces of her skates. Getting out of the skates was the equivalent of getting out of heels. “You had me at snuggling by the fireplace.”

JD didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to dating and women. Yeah he'd have plenty of experience with them via flings and the like, but he hadn't had that solid foundation of a relationship. One where he knew it would build and grow and flourish, as his last one was a whirlwind and he thought it would do so but it was nipped in the bud before it could go anywhere. So he was invested in this one, with Naomi, as they were in fact on the same page. "Absolutely, and having some difference is good too. Don't want to be dating a carbon copy of yourself," he smiled before letting out a chuckle as being a twin technically he already had a female copy of himself. "Plus the difference will give me an excuse to learn and grow and expand myself," he brought his cup to his lips, believing in always growing and evolving oneself even as an adult. He put his cup down and took her free hand, "you know what happened with my last one. So I get it. And you can't fail as a girlfriend, I can't believe you would." His lips curled up into a soft, reassuring smile, as he didn't believe she could fail at anything she out her mind to. "I promise to be the best boyfriend I can be. To support you and lift you up and push you too. I agree, the big and the small, it all matters," he always saw a relationship as an equal partnership so he knew he'd support her as much as she'd support him. "We started out as friends, and ones who had a lot of fun so I just know this adventure between us will be so much sweeter and exciting," his hands wrapped around his cup again, wondering what or who she meant regarding other people but he didn't care. "No one's opinion matters to me. Except yours, by the way. So who ever is saying stuff, it's falling on deaf ears with me," no one would persuade him this was wrong or too fast or whatever. He felt it in his heart of hearts that this was right and organic, "it's you and me against the world babe. I can promise you that." The a chuckle, "wifey things huh?" He raised an eyebrow, "you do know the way to my heart is through my stomach." He teased before getting serious, "a growth mindset." He tapped his temple regarding her asking a million questions, "I cant guarantee I'll have a logical reason or answer for those questions. And I can't guarantee I won't do the same when I'm helping you cross of things from your own bucket list." This is absolutely an equal partnership in his mind, two individual people coming together to build a great relationship. Watching as she finished her hot chocolate, he finished his own and motioned for her to give him her cup to throw out. "Up to you, we could always have another go around the ice and the call it a day and go back and snuggle by the fire."

[pxper-riings]

theres no way she fucking died..

[coquelicoq]

good morning can i show you guys the christmas card my little sister wrote me in french (she does not know any french)

joyeux Noël, j'espère que vous comprenez ce que je dis compte tenu de la fiabilité de Google Translate. Jespère qu'à l'avenir nous voir plus de deux fois par an. Je ne sais pas vraiment quoi dire d'autre, alors joyeux Noël et j'espère que papa t'a offert. Profitez également des autres choses que je mets sur la carte au lieu de vous ècrire un essai complet.

and then she wrote me a little crossword and a "connect the language to its way of saying 'merry christmas'" game 😭

[dullahandyke]

hit trend with 13yos in my sister's school is (checks notes) dislocating each other's fingers