#she’s so fucked up and screwed up beyond repair

[quillkiller]

(x)

bellareg marriage. thoughts ?

don’t think i don’t see right through you…. but yes i (we) have many thoughts and i would love to talk about them xxxx

bellareg could have such a good marriage!!! like i genuinely believe they could work so smoothly together.... bella and reg who get married bc bella was supposed to marry sirius (the two first-borns of their respective branches... could do amazing things for the bloodline) but then sirius leaves and bella is fuming and reg is miserable and she basically gets foisted off on him instead alongside all the other Heir duties and no one is particularly happy about it but, in the end, both of them end up more or less getting what they want and need out of the marriage.

like bella absolutely refuses to play the role of the good little wife who follows her husband's lead and agrees w everything he says. she's got her own ambitions and plans and she's too much of a force to ever take anything lying down. but luckily reg doesn't want to lead anyone, or be the heir, or be a big strong husband figure and he's super malleable and easy to 'gently' persuade into things and it could all work out very nicely. like bella being the Man Of The House and the Husband behind closed doors while reg is her pampered little wife. also bella gets to be the kinda by-proxy heir/lord which is obvs v important to her. in a way, she's the head of the family ish and that's like. the power she's always wanted and was jealous of when it came to sirius. and now even if she doesn't properly have it (something that could potentially cause a bit of tension??? but also like. reg wants her to have that power too, he absolutely doesn't want it himself so it would be more of a shared woe ig?? like both of them would love it if they could just have a complete role reversal thing), she still has much more power than would have been possible in any other marriage

anyway bella also kinda guides reg (he goes willingly) into being more embroiled in the death eaters, doing what she thinks is best for him and for them (acting as his husband-wife) and making him better and lavishing him w luxury and basically just holding the reins of the marriage. and reg is happy bc he's safe and protected and bella is enough like sirius that he can ultimately fall in love w her and she's happy to dote on him and she does also love him even if she's maybe not in love w him. bc like you said. he's her cousin of course she loves him but also she loves how successful their marriage is. it's harmonious, easy, simple. it just works.

i think the only potential issue in their marriage is the lack of kids. bc bella to me never ever has or wants kids, but she's married to the heir of the black family and reg also defo wants kids. but i agree w you i think that w the level of influence bella has over reg she'd be able to convince him like 'let's wait until after the war' and there'd just be more and more excuses. like the two of them climb the ranks of the death eaters together (mostly bella but she uses reg and also takes him w her) and she couldn't possibly take the time off to be pregnant, reg, don't you believe in our lord's goals?? and reg of course does bc like. w bella acting as the Husband and the Heir/Lord, she would be the one who dealt w the whole kreacher scenario w voldemort and reg would've never found out about the horcrux or had to question his fanaticism, and also bc of bella he's even more fanatical than he normally would be and so this is a very short conversation and reg never brings it up again lol

but anyway yes i just think they could be so content and it's defo a much better marriage than the one that bella would've had if sirius had stayed bc she'd never be able to take on that Husband role w him and they would've probs ended up killing each other but w reg they can kinda complement each other and work well together and be more or less happy :))) yippeeeeee

anyway here are some more screenshots from our texts bc you’re hilarious and a genius and always completely correct and the other half of my soul and i’m obsessed with you <3

[hana-no-seiiki]

I’ve been stuck on this idea. Jinx reader with the batfam…I know you had it in your master list and I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Maybe when the reader was little, they doodled and made little trinkets like powder. So I’m thinking that the reader doodled on batmans tools. Kinda like how powder/jinx made their weapons with faces on them.

So maybe Batman and the rest of the boys were gone and reader snuck into the bar cave and started doodling on their masks and weapons.

And just another thought 😅

When reader is older, they become a vigilante, causing chaos for the fun of it but also doing it for good. They also move out when they were a kid, because maybe Batman called then a jinx (I’m really going for the arcane storyline 😭😭😭)

Maybe the batfam tries to bring her back, but she just kinda runs away laughing while throwing glitter bombs 😭😭😭

Just something I thought of

I don’t usually write reader as childhood friends with the guys here unless it’s cat villain (which is more like childhood rivals) so this is quite the change.

In my og storyline which i have semi spoiled and will spoil some more here : Jason and Jinx! Reader were part of a found family and Jason having a massive crush on reader gave them tools to make explosives they really shouldnt have. Which is kind of poetic knowing how he ‘dies’.

I’m not sure if this ask is platonic or romantic so I’ll just go with my preference, the latter.

this is just a little snippet since i started working on jinx reader again huhu wanna save the juicy stuff for that one

Jinx! Reader was known as the runt of the litter among Bruce’s adopted children. Physically weak, above average in smarts but nothing compared to the rest. The only thing they had going for them was their skill with firearms which Bruce heavily discouraged and admonished the practice of.

Jason and you bonded with rebelling against him. He’d often bring you out to abandoned arcades that you two would repair from scraps you found in the Batcave. Dude was down atrocious. He kept bringing you to missions purely because he couldn’t resist your face. Sure he was snarky at times, but your common upbringing made him more soft around you. (Sometimes he purposely puts you in situations where you’d get caught just so he can ‘save’ you. The way you hold unto him for dear life is…simply exhilarating)

But try as he might, he could never fill the hole you had in your heart. Your desire for a complete family. For validation. For Bruce to finally acknowledge your worth. For Damian to stop calling you a fucking waste of space.

You ended up screwing a mission so badly that you indirectly killed dozens of Gotham citizens.

Usually you would just compromise their positions during patrols but this was… this was something irreversible. Something that affected friends, families, actual living breathing people.

Bruce had a tight cap on his emotions, but he just couldn’t stop himself from taking out his anger, grief and frustration out on you.

Dick and Jason managed to pull him back before he could hurt you beyond a punch to the face, but the psychological damage had already been cemented.

You run away, running into Harley Quinn.

But instead of following the path my og jinx reader did, Joker wasn’t there to fuck with your head even further. So you sought to repay for your sins.

Still, the screams. The way Bruce called you useless, a jinx. The memories of being neglected and inferior.

Sometimes chaos was the only way to make it shut up.

[rudnitskaia]

I'll probably regret this note later, but I need to sort my thoughts on this somehow, so let it be. It's not a review, not a feedback, it’s just a skein of thoughts.

Let me start from afar: I wasn't going to watch Joker: Folie à Deux after all the scathing reviews I've seen. But then I accidentally found out that Sylvain Chomet took part in the creation of the credits for it, and I decided: to hell with it, at least for the sake of the credits, but I have to see it. I'll watch the first part and then the sequel in a row.

And now I'm in such contradictory feelings that it's hard to describe.

Don't get me wrong: this is a really bad movie. Everything about it is broken beyond repair: the genre, the plot, the pace of the narrative, the dialogues, the characters’ development arcs. Everything that could be screwed up is screwed up…

…on purpose.

The team that made the first movie couldn't have made its sequel so exceptionally bad by accident. It's really pure sabotage.

And from that point of view, this picture is genius. Joker: Folie à Deux is the bloody Taras Bulba of the cinema world. “I gave you life, I will also kill you!” Todd Phillips says from the screen with every misplaced song, every drawn-out scene, every gratuitous feint. I know of only two precedents of this sort, and both are from the world of literature, not cinema. Burgess, who considered and told everyone that A Clockwork Orange is unworthy of attention and even dangerous to read, and Conan Doyle, who hated Sherlock Holmes so much that he tried to kill Sherlock, but had to resurrect him anyway to meet the public's desires.

Joker: Folie à Deux truly fell victim to its creator's hatred of both the character and the industry that demands to put a comma, or even never-ending ellipses, to the place where a period is unquestionably placed. I can only applaud Phillips’ courage to bring this statement to the screens so unashamedly explicitly.

What I can't neither understand, nor justify, on the other hand, is Phillips' apparent inability to draw the line between fiction and reality. To treat a character as a real-living person is sacrilege. A fictional character, no matter how vivid and solid this character is, is still a character who is meant to tell a story, to be a tool, a prism through which the viewer or reader perceives certain events. For some unknown reason, Phillips hates his character, or, to be more precise, his actions, as if he was a real person. And this statement he conveys through the story of Arthur Fleck in the second part in full. Phillips literally forces his character to become pathetic, so that God forbid anyone to have pity for him or desire to empathize and sympathize with him, forces the character to personally debunk the image he himself created, as if telling us from the screen: “Wake up, idiots, this is not the way it fucking happens”.

Thanks for the revelation, bro, we're aware. We're watching a movie. A fictional story about fictional people.

I can kind of understand that level of judgement from people who’re not involved into creating any fictional stories, at least it’s explainable, but from a person who is a long-term director himself? Never. That's a level of judgement like "videogames make people violent".

I'm fully convinced that if there was to be a second part of Joker, it shouldn't have been about him. Arthur Fleck's story didn't need a continuation, at least not a direct one. But the world Phillips created in the first movie still had plenty of material to explore, and Harleen Quinzel's character could have mediated that journey for us. She is a fan of a serial killer (there is a wagonload of such people in reality), a person living in illusions, a victim of a fake idol. You want a musical? Let it be. In her head. Like that very episode of Scrubs, you know which I mean. But it had to be her story. Not Joker’s/Arthur’s story. Not a love story, not at all — or rather, not a story about the romantic kind of love that Phillips mocks and makes fun of for the entire sequel. It must have been a story of love that was fanatical, sick, false a priori, doomed to shatter in the end. In this story, Joker was needed purely in the background, not as a real character, but as an image in fantasies, and then Harleen, blinded by his fame she extols over herself or anything in her dull unremarkable reality, would’ve been our guide to the world that was changed by Joker’s unintentional influence, and I think you yourself are quite capable of realizing how many subjects could’ve been explored in interesting, multifaceted ways from such a delicious starting point. Not to mention the fact that it's just one variant of the starting point, because the main character could have been someone other than Harleen, and the time period relative to the events of the original could’ve been different... well, you got it, there was plenty of material to explore and develop.

And that's a damn shame it wasn’t.

One thing I know for sure is that I will not forget this movie. It's a fascinating specimen that I'll put in my personal mental cabinet of curiosities for two reasons. Adoration for how filigree bad it is — it takes courage, ingenuity, and a lot of resilience to do so, for any creator; and frustration over the fact that a really existing potential that could’ve been perfectly brought into existence in talented hands was thrown into the trashcan because of the creator's mere lack of understanding (which is doubly ironic in the context of the movie I’m talking about) of where the line between fiction and reality lies.

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Thinking about how great CATWS was and how Marvel dropped the ball on all the characters from that movie.

Steve? Got character assassinated beyond repair.

Natasha? Killed off, didn't even get an on-screen funeral and her only solo movie was more about introducing Yelena than her.

Bucky? Never got a prober story, was victim blamed, and will possibly die in Thunderbolts.

Nick Fury? Got character assassinated in Secret Invasion.

Maria Hill? Was killed off in SI.

Sharon Carter? Turned into a villian.

Sam Wilson? Unlike the rest they haven't completely fumbled the bag with his character but he was still screwed by FATWS in many ways, and his first solo movie doesn't look very promising either.

Also consider that their sequel to the movie where we find out Howard Stark knew about Nazis in SHIELD (the specific Nazi that tortured Bucky and killed members of the 107, and tried to kill Steve) ...was a movie where Howard is assassinated by Hydra and yet Bucky gets blamed and brutally attacked for it. Even though this is the same movie where we find out Bucky was mind-controlled.

And their sequel to the movie where we find out Peggy knew about Nazis in SHIELD is..... Uh. Nothing. They never address it. A character who died offscreen gets screen time wasted on a fulblown Royal funeral (attended by people who didn't even fucking know her!!)

They treat her like some kind of living saint, to the point where she's now a full blown Mary Sue, with yet another bloody tv show where every storyline must be about her, and her possessing Steve, and Steve is reduced to a Stepford Husband wheeled out to repeat 'Peggy. Is. Perfect' type lines. 😬 (Steve. Blink if you need rescuing.)

All Bucky's everything now belongs to Peggy.

Oh, apart from the blame of course! He gets to keep all of that! 🙂

(Oh, and as per What If, Sam is no longer part of CATWS, his own intro movie, and even Natasha's own movie is now about- guess who?? Peggy! And Peggy having Steve!)

Apparently Sharon has been turned into a villain in the comics, too. Just as they start product-synergy introducing MCU!Peggy to over-ride comics Peggy. I wonder why...

(It's so funny that TFATWS assigned MCU-Sharon MCU-Peggy's annoyance at being overlooked by men (cough the man she's relentlessly hitting on cough) and decided that this would be her villain origin story... and yet nobody has connected the dots to Peggy and her behaviour?)

Sharon and Sam's characterisation only feels like an organic continuation because, frankly, the MCU never bothered to write them being particularly nice people to begin with?

Sam being a fratbro-style dick to Bucky in TFATWS, with a side of dispensing unsound self-contradictory counselling advice, is consistent with being a dick to Bucky (and arguing against helping him) since CATWS and quitting a counselling job at the drop of a hat. (Only the 1980s movie locker-room homophobia queerbait is new.)

Sharon being a villain is consistent with being a Carter not being asked to join the 'bringing down Hydra' team in CATWS, dressing up as the same profession as Steve's dead mother to 'befriend' him while she's just spying on him (contrast: the calling-out Nat got from Steve just for not telling him something), staying in SHIELD while they were hunting down Steve and Natasha, immediately joining the CIA (aka, the people who just happen to have a superhero-proof electric chair and want to shoot Bucky on sight, who also have Everett 'ex-husband of Madame Hydra who laughs at the idea of Bucky getting a lawyer' Ross on staff), ...which is easily infiltrated by a (thinly-veiled-Hydra) villain who wants to mind-control TWS to bring down the Avengers (deja vu??), being snippy to Sam for no reason, continuing to lie about herself beyond the point of it being necessary, and also being a creep who expects a thank you kiss from Steve just for doing one basic helpful thing when asked. *phew!*

But the geniuses who inherited the job of writing her in TFATWS can't see any of that... They see no issues, so they think they've written her 'turning' bad. The writing is still shonky because it still isn't self-aware about what it's portraying. The cognitive dissonance is still dissonant.

(Same problem with Fury. They keep giving him 'bad' things to do, showing him instinctively first joining the 'bad side', eg. Pierce's SHIELD, the Kree, etc. But with the exclusion of Steve yelling at him in CATWS -- and only so that Nick gets called out, but not precious Saint Margaret, ofc -- it's never addressed. They can't do anything interesting with the moral charcoal that they've accidentally cooked up, because they aren't even aware that it's there. 🤦‍♀️)

We were mercifully spared from Joss Whedon's terrible ideas for Maria... (supposed to be a villain in A1, baffled as to what to do with a female character so obviously she should be hinted as a love interest for Steve out of fuckn nowhere in A2) ...only to end like that.

Outside of that AOU Avengers party, where she was chill and kinda gay, I feel like the best characterisation we got for her was when- was it in one of the Spidey movies?? -she was a Skrull. 😤 If only I could say the same of Steve...

[senorincognito69]

Femme (sometimes) equals Mare: Rage gone (Woman into horse TF caption)

Stormy.

---Text:

A cloudy sky.

The backdoor into the kitchen was opened with a crash and closed with a kick.

Pipes were pulled off the wall, leaking uncontrollably, the fridge tipped over the floor, the table smashed to pieces, the broken shards of fancy tableware gifted for a wedding all over the place…

The kitchen had been left in absolute ruins, far beyond repair.

Or so the woman hoped.

She walked barefoot to the edge of the backyard porch, lighting a cigarette that she took a long, long, long drag from. Soaked wet, her heart still beating with anger, her stiff nipples glued against the damp shirt.

Not even the nicotine could calm her rage.

Leaning on the railing she stared at the meadow and the horses with her vision still blurry with anger. A torturous headache banging inside her skull, she hated this place, this stupid horse ranch, her husbands idea of a happily ever after. She hated him, she hated the horse, she hated the ring around her finger. She caught them, her husband… and her sister, her own younger sister, having sex… their voices still rang in her ears.

“Eleanor, Eleanor, please, come back, we can explain!”

They begged her as she ran away.

Eleanor spit and ground her teeth.

“Piss off!” she grunted, taking another drag from her cigarette.

Those damn horses, running down there in the meadow, beasts free of any burden… What about her? What about what she wanted? Her needs and desires? Stupid horses. Why had she wasted her life being a model housewife? Why couldn’t she find some young hunk to fuck her worries to oblivion? Some potent… strong… stallion…

She stopped.

The idea sparked her imagination, she couldn’t restrain it.

Eleanor straightened up stiffly, the cigarette burning between her wet fingers, her face frozen in a stoic expression, her heart beating harder… the idea calming the headache…

Her vagina tightened.

…

Her breath accelerated, her muscles tensed, her blood boiled.

Realization shatters her as what’s about to happen becomes as clear as it is unavoidable. She moves the cigarette to her trembling lips and drags, consuming it completely.

“You are screwed, Eleanor…” she mumbled letting the smoke out.

Tossing the stub away she leaves the porch, she tosses her wedding ring too, not caring about where it fell. Her toes fondled the grass in the meadow, she rips her shirt open, liberating her chest, her breasts already migrating towards her crotch.

Next she got rid of her earrings, another gift from her so-called husband, as she took them off to toss her, fingers touched and felt her ears stretching and becoming equine. Fur started to sprout, coating her skin here and there, pure black fur. Eleanor had to stop for a moment to pull down her pants & panties and as she did her arse expanded, a tail formed and her leathery pussy vibrated when it was licked by the cold breeze.

Completely nude she began to run, stumbling a couple of times, but not stopping, not even as her body expands, as her neck stretches and feet and hands clustered into hardy hooves. Stupid horses. She wants it, she wants it now, forever, she wants that power, she wants to…

“FUCK! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEH! FUCK MEEEEIGH FEEEEEEEECK NEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIGH! NEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIGH”

Eleanor’s voice was lost in the prairie as its echo became neighing. The horse-woman didn’t stop, not even after falling down onto all fours and her running turning into trotting.

Leaving everything behind, not wanting to be found ever again she crossed the grasslands at full speed. Growing larger, majestic, fur takes over everything, skull cracks and elongates, more neighs, no, whinnies. Teats between her legs, her cunt wet below her long flowing tail, a dark mane covers her neck.

Her trot didn’t slow down until she reached the herd. There she finally stopped, shaking her body, snorting and huffing, scratching the dirt with her hoof, attracting the attention of the other horses.

She's a horse too, a mare.

A stallion approaches, she doesn't flinch.

Finally free, finally able to be satisfied.

The sky is clear.

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[entangledmuses]

27a callum @ belly

THIS PIC

Belly hadn't planned on her college year to be like this. To be loved up, and completely out of control of her emotions.

The thing she had once had with Conrad was far from her memories. He had screwed her up beyond repair. Or so she thought, till she met Callum.

The two had instantly clicked, in a strange way, and she enjoyed every second she spent with him. What started out as a friendship, soon turned into more, in such a short space of time.

So as he held her up against her dorm room door, her hand on the handle, even though it was locked, worried that her room mate would come back earlier, she knew that whatever she had once had with the boy she had once loved for a lifetime, didn't compare to what she felt for Callum. Not only was it love. It was passion, and desire, and need.

Her moans grew louder, her body tingling as he continued to move his hips, pushing inside her deeper. "Oh Callum.... Oh fuck." She groaned as her head rolled back. "We.... we don't... have long..." She panted, reminding him. But she didn't really want to stop either.

Taylor had told her this had all been part of the real college experience after all.

[ickybby]

sometimes, fawn can't help but wonder if the family is just comprised of black sheeps. each of them seemingly screwed up beyond repair in their unique ways. at one point, it appears fawn's getting a shot at normalcy until that pesky boredom breeds an impulsive streak. when there's no one she confides in about this or the piss-poor choices coming into play, there's no one around to give her a reality check about the serious consequences and the possible ramifications she could be facing. jonah would've been the person fawn went to babble to. but early adulthood's self-consciousness leaves her pulling away from the people who had always been a constant in her life in favor of outsourcing the attention and excitement she's craving from strangers online. instead of leaning into their newfound awkwardness until it passes, fawn avoids the feeling and (by default) her sibling at all costs. fawn's humiliated to have her (not so) private business put on blast by none other than her older brother. though maybe glad if something could be done to remedy the disconnect.

the buzzing between her thighs is becoming more difficult to tune out. she drops her hold on him as her erratic breathing sends the inky waves of luscious locks rippling around her shoulders, the ends tickling her collarbone. when she speaks, the soft lilt to her tone is shockingly gentle. genuine in the meaning of her words, despite the abrasively blunt way she doesn't hesitate to question him. not necessarily a challenge but rather someone vying for the truth, reminiscent of a youthful inquisitiveness she's yet to outgrow. “are you actually upset that this is how i'm spending my time?” dainty hands wave the smartphone for emphasis before tucking it behind the string of her bikini, the weight of it stretching the material dangerously close to exposing her mound, the skin there smooth save for the small patch of hair meticulously groomed into a heart just above her slick slit. "—- or are you pissed you didn't know sooner? i'm kinda getting mixed signals here." her eyes trail down to the outline of his cock straining against his jeans, wondering what he looks like underneath the layers of clothing.

"i can be honest if you can," there's that lively edge to her voice again. a twinkle of playfulness lights up eyes so dark they almost look black as she dangles the proposition before him. "for example, i — i'm not giving you all the credit. the toy's built up some anticipation too. i mean, it was here before you." try as she might, that's about as close to the truth she can get to. still a tad too timid to mimic the filth jonah's spewing even if there are strands of truth woven in there. her mouth parts open as he continues to toy with her body, pink tongue lapping at her bottom lip as fawn tries to regain her focus. where his strengths air on the side of stoical defenses, fawn's vulnerability and her tendency to romanticize landed her opposite that spectrum. he's perfected his phlegmatic nature to work in his favor. while she's barely had time to tread in the extreme waves of emotions she's prone to drowning in. much less get a grip on regulating her sensitivities. "that's different. it's made for..." the word virgins dies on her lips as if that's enough to stop him from gaining ammunition. "shut up. i don't need to explain this to you. why do you even care how many fingers i can take? are YOURS going in there? or is this about as far as—" her hips squirm against his finger, soft glossy lips parting with another dulcet moan. there's a strange pang of jealousy and excitement that hits; though fawn can't help the vivid images jonah's crude confession brings to life. maybe it's the weed leaving her surroundings feeling surreal, or perhaps the fact that she's just a fucked up person without pot involved; regardless, fawn no longer cares enough to be coy. "honestly, jonah? i was kinda just teasing you to see if i could like, reverse psychology you into fucking me. think i did it wrong. but i lost my psych textbook. don't tell, 'kay?"

his sister had created an entire online persona for herself and jonah had been entirely ignorant to it, blissfully ( or not really, considering the lectures from their mother ) unaware of what she was really undertaking in the privacy of her room. neither of them had what anyone would or could call a 'conventional' upbringing and maybe, maybe fawn was now experiencing the aftershocks of it? although jonah definitely would have preferred she do something more pg like actually game fully clothed. what else was she hiding? looking at her now it was as if he was staring in to a mirror cracked directly down the middle ; the sister he thought he knew and the slutty girl who played with herself for random people to tip and enjoy. they'd always been undeniably in sync with one another, he was the one person he could rely on outside of his own mother. there'd been an inherent comfort in it until she began pulling away, as if she too deemed herself above him somehow.

"annoyingly charming?" his brows knit together at her choice of words, how in any other situation he'd laugh and call her an idiot. now his cock is rigid inside his trousers and he can't quite manage to pull his gaze away from her pussy for longer than a few seconds. "that's a way of puttin' it fawn and for the record i was immune until you started pullin' this shit", the justification for his arousal came in the form of so many internal statements, some he'd voiced and others he hadn't. his sister was doing it for an audience so why not him? she was spreading her legs and playing with her pussy, so why couldn't he enjoy it too? she was a grown woman and while he hadn't noticed the transition happening, she was beautiful and likely far too out of his league had she not been his own sister.

weed enters his system and coats his insides in a languid haze, limbs loosening and cock aching as he plays with his little sibling's clothed cunt. "that toy got you this responsive or are you just thirsting for your own brother's cock that badly?" his finger continues it's torture on her hole, feeling the warmth of her pussy through the thin slip of fabric. fuckin' cow print. "what?" feigned innocence appears on his features, though his finger doesn't let up, he's having too much fun. "thought you could handle it, no? sure looked like you could when you were stuffing that toy into your bikini a minute ago." scoffing his hues roll at her weak attack on him, those insults like tiny pebbles attempting to crack the hard exterior he's had to build over the years. "how would you know what'll hurt and what won't? bet you can't even fit two fingers inside this, can you?" head dips so their eyes connect, finger pressing just a shade harder against the fabric. "of course it counts, i slipped my dick into her wet cunt. i fucked that needy bitch and she liked it. is that what you wanna hear faw?"

[jerzwriter]

Long Time Coming

Book:                    Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:                 Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

Rating:                  Explicit/NSFW This fic contains explicit sexual content and is intended for those who are 18 + Only

Warnings:             Alcohol consumption,  explicit sexual content

Category:             Fluffy-ish Smut

Summary:            Kaycee and Ethan have been looking forward to this night for a long time, but when things go wrong, Kaycee drowns her sorrows...can they salvage the night?

Words:                 3331

A/N:                      I combined a couple recent asks, this one from @mvalentine​ for Ethan’s reaction to a drunk Kaycee telling him she has a boyfriend, and also several who were looking for them to have “WE NEED TO DO THIS ALREADY!” sex after the birth of their daughter. Well, here it is! I hope you enjoy it (these two sure did!)

 @choices-september-challenge-blog​ Day 21 – “Welcome Home”

My Masterlist

 CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

Rose and David picked Emma up hours ago and were now holed up in Naveen’s Cambridge home. Alan would join them tomorrow, and the four doting grandparents would probably spoil their precious baby granddaughter beyond repair this weekend.

The first weekend away from a new baby is never easy, but once their nerves settled, Ethan and Kaycee began counting the days. Emma filled their world with joy, but the opportunity to just be them again for forty-eight glorious hours was an opportunity they could not resist. Especially now.  

Kaycee got the green light from Dr. Collado last week. Despite her exhaustion, she bolted home, intent on jumping her husband the moment she walked through the door. It had been months… an absolute eternity! But complications late in her pregnancy and post-partum healing required abstaining, and she was anxious to put those days in the past.

But as she swung the door open, a bleary-eyed Ethan was pacing warily across the room. Kaycee saw the desperation in his eyes as he jiggled their screeching baby in his arms. Extending her own, she tried to calm Emma to no avail. Ethan tried again, and the pattern continued until the adorable little demon finally passed out. The only problem was her equally exhausted parents did too.

They thought they had this in the bag, but it was becoming clear… sex and romance with a newborn in the house would not be easy.  

“So,” Kaycee asked over breakfast the next day, “we’ll both be home by eight. If we can get Emma to sleep by nine, I think we can do it immediately after.”

Ethan placed his coffee mug on the counter with a chuckle.   “We’re penciling each other in for sex now?”

“No! I’m putting you in with permanent marker! Ethan, it’s been months! I’m dying… the only reason I’m not screwing you on this table right now is because we can’t be late for work today.” She looked at her husband with concern. “Wait, you’re eager too. Aren’t you?”

“Yes!” he assured, “I absolutely am. It’s just….”

“It’s just?” Panic began to rise in her chest as terrible thoughts raced in her mind.

“I just don’t want us putting that pressure on ourselves. Because then if we can’t, it becomes a problem.”

She hated when he was so logical. Especially when she was so horny, but she knew he was right. That night ended up being a repeat of the one before. And the next day, Kaycee begged him for a quickie in his office. “Like the old days…” she pleaded. But Mr. Maturity stopped them again.  

“We’ve waited this long. Our parents will have Emma this weekend… after all this time, let’s make it special.”

She relented, and they planned. They would make the entire week one long foreplay session! Teasing each other day and night. The second her parents walked out that door, they’d be naked, and the two-day “fuck-fest USA” would be underway! They stocked up on champagne, wine, and strawberries and planned on ordering in food all weekend long – there was only one thing on the agenda – they couldn’t wait.

Friday night was finally upon them when….

“What do you mean you have to stay late tonight! My parents are getting Emma at six!”

“I know! And you know I want to be there, but this is urgent, Kaycee.”

“Fine,” she sighed, “what time do you think you’ll be home?”

“Eight, the latest.”

“Well,” she groaned, “I guess I can wait two hours. Promise you won’t be a moment later.”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”

At eight o’clock, she reclined on their sofa, her body scantly clad in strips of lace and silk so small, some would say why bother. But the thought of Ethan tearing them off her before they leaped into a refreshing pool after months lost in the desert left her tingling. She poured a glass of wine and waited.

At eight-thirty, with her second glass of wine finished, she tapped anxiously on the glass on her phone. Wanting to reach out to him but knowing she should be patient. She decided to wait.

Nine o’clock. No husband. No call. She considered checking to see if any wild horses were, in fact, loose on the streets of Boston. Her lingerie-clad body was now wrapped in a fleece blanket; these things weren’t made to be worn alone long-term. It felt as if the candlelight, roses, and now empty bottle of wine were mocking her as the night dragged on.   Finally, her phone chimed. But she only needed to see the first line for her head to fling back in frustration.

But the night wasn’t through toying with Kaycee’s emotions. The bar was strangely quiet, so she texted a few friends who promised to be there soon, but they also got stuck at work with emergencies. She needed to associate with people outside the medical field. But she was determined to make the best of it, but the only people she knew were Bob from Accounting and a resident she didn’t recognize who gushed over her entirely too much. Feeling sorry for herself, Kaycee lost count of the number of drinks she ordered.  

Ethan strolled into the nearly empty bar several hours later and found his wife slumped against the wall in the booth she usually shared with her friends. His eyes shifted from her to Reggie, who shook his head with a smile while drying glasses.  

“You couldn’t have cut her off?” Ethan asked, approaching him.

“Hey, the bar wasn’t this empty all night, my friend. I do what I can.”

Without being asked, Reggie placed two large glasses of water before his friend.

“So,” Ethan sighed. “How bad was she.”

“Not too bad. Some amusing dance moves with Bob from Accounting.”

“Oh, God…” Ethan grimaced.

“She may have told me her husband was a jerk for leaving her alone tonight,” Reggie shrugged. “I agreed with her. After all, sometimes that guy can be an asshole.”

Ethan took the glasses and laughed, “Sometime, I’d agree.”

A flurry of emotions coursed through him as he slid in beside his wife. Amusement, endearment, a little bit of guilt. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. As he nudged her awake and pushed the glasses of water in front of her, he promised himself he’d make it up to her during the next two days. But as she began to stir, he understood the gravity of the situation he stumbled upon.

“Wake up, beautiful,” he whispered. “I know you think I’m a toad right now, but I promise one kiss, and I’ll be Prince Charming again.”

Kaycee grimaced as she began to stir, covering her eyes after glimpsing at him.

“Your pickup lines suck!” She groaned. “Do they actually work on anyone?”

“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “I haven’t used them in a while.”

“Good!” she stammered. “But you’ll have to try them on someone else tonight. I have a boyfriend!”

“Oh, you do?” Ethan grinned.

“I do. So go away!”

“You sure you don’t want to replace him? What kind of a boyfriend leaves you alone here on a Friday night?”

“My boyfriend is very important!” she slurred. “He is busy with important things… because he is important. You wouldn’t understand that!”

“No, I guess not,” Ethan replied. He held a straw to her lips and watched as she did her best to sip down some water. “Though I must admit, it’s very upsetting to me to learn that you have a boyfriend.”

“Why?” She spat. “I wouldn’t go out with you anyway.”

“Really? That’s a shame… because you married me.”

Kaycee’s eyes shot open wide as the world came into focus – sort of.

“I married you?”

“Yep. Even had my child,” he laughed, rubbing his nails with pride.

“Was I drunk?” She asked.

“The whole time?” He laughed. “No, you weren't, but you are now. Drink some water. We’re going to get you sobered up.”

An hour later, Reggie approached their booth. “Hey, kids, I don’t want to break up this party, but I’m about to close up.”

“Mmmmhhhh,” Kaycee moaned as she snuggled on Ethan’s shoulder. “I’m not ready to go yet.”

Ethan looked at his friend with an air of desperation.

“You know what,” Reggie said, tossing a key across the table. “If I can’t trust you, who the hell can I trust. Just make sure the place is locked before you leave.”

“You sure?” Ethan asked as Reggie walked away, waving his hand.  

“I’ve got no worries with you, and neither should you, young lady.”

“It’s OK,” Kaycee giggled. “I sober enough to remember he’s my husband again.”

“And so far, she seems to believe that’s a good thing,” Ethan jested.  

She wrapped her arms around him, taking comfort in his familiar scent as he held her close.  

“I’m sorry,” she grimaced, “I had no intention of getting drunk. I didn’t realize pregnancy killed my alcohol tolerance.”

“It’s ok,” he laughed. “Reggie tells me you were stuck with Bob from Accounting, and he’d make anyone want to black out.”

Kaycee laughed as she sat up, her head no longer spinning. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Of course not. But, let’s get you home and ensure you’re well enough for… other things… tomorrow.”

Kaycee met him with a mischievous gaze that had him raising an eyebrow.

“Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today. You know that picture I sent you?”

“As if I could forget.”

“I’m still wearing it.”

“You are?”

“I am,” she smiled, rising to her feet and tugging at her clothes. “Underneath all of this.”

Ethan watched in reverent awe as his wife slowly inched her sweater above her head. Forcing him to wait much longer than necessary.

“What are you doing?”

“We have the bar to ourselves.” Turning around, she peered coquettishly over her shoulder as she dropped her jeans to the floor. “Tell me you haven’t had a fantasy or two about doing this?”

“Kaycee… what if there are security cameras we don’t know about?”

She hoisted herself onto the bar with much more grace than she expected and steadied herself with a playful laugh. With a dramatic show, she spread her legs wide, a barstool supporting each foot as she leaned seductively in toward her bended knees.

“Then I’m about to make one hell of a video, Dr. Ramsey. Now, is it going to be a solo show, or do you care to join me?”

A nervous but tantalizing smile spread on his lips as he rushed to stand before her. Cupping her cheeks in his hands, he stared lustfully into her crystal blue eyes. With one look, she made it painfully clear that she would submit to his every wish. Dizzy with desire, he slid his hand along the outside of her smooth, creamy thighs.

“You’re out of your mind, Kaycee. You know that, right?”

“Perhaps,” she grinned, her hands dipping below his waist and gently stroked his harness as he began to groan. “But it looks like you’re enjoying it.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to go home,” he asked, his hands exploring the bare skin on her torso.

“Ethan, it’s been over four months! I don’t want to wait another second.”

“Thank God,” gasped, his mouth tugging at her ear, “because neither do I.”

Kaycee’s back arched as he held her close, the sensation of his warm mouth trailing down the length of her neck causing her breath to hitch. He stopped at her collarbone, gently kissing and sucking at her delicate skin, before slipping his fingers under the lace cup of her bra. Her body quivered, and a shallow groan escaped as he toyed with her the way only he had ever known how.

“You think you’re the only one who is a little depraved,” he growled as his mouth dropped down to service her breast.

“I never said that,” she gasped, caressing his hair as his tongue swirled around her.

Her hips gyrated on the hardwood surface, her body longing for more of his touch. He bit her nipple lightly, and her eyes clenched shut. “Quite impatient, aren’t we,” he chuckled with a graveled voice.

“Ethan,” she shrieked, voice full of want. “I haven’t had you in four months! I need you.”

“You need me?” he teased, standing, he brought his lips back to hers. His fingers slid under her panties and were saturated with just one touch. Pulling the wetness from her core, he slowly swirled his fingers through her folds, taking great pleasure in watching her lose control before him. She was all his.

“How badly would you say you want me?” he asked, pressing a finger gently inside her.

A broken whimper came from her throat, but words… he didn’t expect her to formulate words, did he? Not with his warm mouth again encircling her nipple and his fingers, now two deep inside, teasing out her pleasure below.

“You didn’t answer me,” he said, teeth tugging at her sensitive peak. “How bad do you want me?”

“So… so bad,” her voice quaked as she shamelessly grinded against his hand, desperate for more. Her eyes shut tight in eager anticipation as unintelligible worlds fell from her lips.

“Would this help?”

A loud shriek filled the air as a third finder thrust deep inside, and he began rocking his hips against her, pushing firmly against her most sensitive spot.

Despite his own mounting pleasure, he smiled in delight as he watched her crumble, her body trembling as she clung desperately to him.

“Come on, beautiful,” he whispered lustfully in her ear. “Let go,” he gasped as his thumb made its way to her swollen clit, pressing hard as he furiously encircled her.

“Ethan… I… I….” she breathed.

“That’s right,” he smiled. “Come for me, precious. I want you to come for me.”

She felt a burst as she clenched around his fingers. So tight he had to fight to keep them working her through. Her head flipped back with a curse as her gasps filled the empty space around them. Ethan again lowered his mouth to her breast, scraping his teeth against her. Her hips lurched off the bar. She pulled him so close she no longer knew where she ended and he began. Her body convulsed with pleasure once more before she went limp. Falling breathlessly onto her elbows behind her.

When her eyes finally opened, she found him staring down at her with wanton lust in his eyes, his hand still lazily tracing circles inside her. His heart raced, and he was certain that he would explode if he didn’t have her soon. Her disheveled hair, flushed skin, and the way her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she gazed up at him with unadulterated bliss. He did that. He did that to the woman he loved most in the world, and now he had to have more.

Without a word, his hands hurried to his waist. She watched as he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor.  

“Thank God,” Kaycee sighed as she helped remove his shirt. “I was wondering when you were going to get naked with me.”

“You’re not naked,” he groaned.

Kaycee looked down at the whisps of fabric covering her, all pushed to the side so he could access whatever his heart desired.

“Well, I’m hardly clothed,” she giggled.

“It’s still too much.”

She felt his hand grasp the fabric between her legs, then, with a quick snap and burning sensation, her panties joined his pants on the wooden floor.

“Wow! You really go after what you want?” she smiled.

Laying her flat on the bar, his palms pushed her legs apart, then he took her in his arms as he climbed on top of her. A look of longing she had never before seen burned in his eyes. His breath was now coming in pants, and he pulled her in for another kiss.

“You know the only thing I want is you.”

“Then have me,” she purred, lowering her hands to spread her lips for him.

With a guttural groan, Ethan softly pushed inside her, slowly at first, to ensure she was all right, but also so he could relish every second as her silky walls enveloped him, squeezing against him, welcoming him back home. A curse escaped him when she took him in completely.  

“Kaycee,” he gasped. “Are you OK?”

“I’d be better if you were fucking me,” she said with a sexy grin.

Then she watched as his eyes turned dark. Something feral awakened inside. Permission had been granted; now, he was taking what he needed, all he desired… she was his. Each thrust was deep, desperate, longing to fill a need that had gone too long unfulfilled. The mix of pleasure and pain as her nails scraped the length of his back and the beautiful noises escaping her brought him closer and closer to the edge.

She gazed up at him adoringly as she felt her own pleasure beginning to crest once more, beads of his sweat splashing onto her bare skin. She lifted her legs, and he helped her shift her heels above his shoulders; they both gasped as he filled her again, deeper, harder, faster than before. She cried out as ecstasy overtook her.

“Ethan….” her voice quivered, ‘Ethan… I….”

“Say my name, baby… say my name for me.”

“I… I… can… I….”

“Say it!” he hissed through clenched teeth as she arched her back up, pressing against him as she met him, move for move.

Her eyes fluttered shut as the world flashed bright white around her, ripples of unabashed pleasure racing through every inch of her body.  

“ETHAN!” she cried as she squeezed tightly around him.

“That’s my girl,” he gasped as he began to jerk on top of her.  

“KAYCEE!” He screamed as he came to his own release, spilling deep inside her.

 They didn’t know how long they lay atop the wooden bar. Both spent Ethan’s head rested upon her breast. Feeling drunker than she had before, Kaycee mindlessly twirled his sweat-soaked. Leaning over, she kissed his forehead with a smirk on her lips.  

“Welcome home,” she whispered as he chuckled against her.

“It’s good to be home,” he smiled.  

“Well, not exactly home, more like at our favorite bar.”

“You know what I mean,” he teased as he rose to his elbows and looked her in the face. “That was….”

“Well worth the wait.”

“You can say that again,” he concurred.

“So, have you ever thought about doing it on this bar?”

“There aren’t many places I haven’t envisioned doing this to you,” he grinned, “But I thought we would at least have done it in front of my spot.”

“Aw,” Casey whined, twisting her neck to look at Ethan’s chair. “Well, we can do it there later if you want. After we recover a bit.”

“As delightful as that sounds, why don’t we clean up here and go home? There are several softer surfaces I’d like to explore with you.”

Kaycee raised her mouth to his and they shared one more sensual kiss.

“You’ve got a deal!” 

One week later:

“Hey, buddy!” Reggie sang as he slid a napkin in front of Ethan at the bar. “Where’s the Mrs. today?”

“She’s still at work. She’ll be down later.”

“Good, always good to see your better half. Now, what’ll it be, the usual?”

“You know me by now,” Ethan stated.  

“I thought I did,” Reggie replied, pouring Ethan’s favorite scotch into a tumbler. “But over ten years you’ve been coming here now… Care to share why a creature of habit like you has suddenly changed your seat?”

Ethan snorted as he lowered his glass back to the bar and wiped his lips. He looked at his old friend with a half smile and firmly answered. “No.”

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The Other Nevrakis

Chapter 7 - In My Feelings

Pairings- Drake x OC (Lilith Nevrakis), Liam x Riley

Book- TRR Book One 

Synopsis- Lilith Nevrakis is the younger sister of Duchess Olivia, and the black sheep of her family. Drake Walker is the best friend of the Crown Prince. Lilith and Drake are similar in that they both prefer random hookups to relationships. Once they meet, something in each of them changes and they both realize they want more out of life. But is what they want, each other?

A/N- This pretty much follows the events of TRR Book 1, but this is an AU where Olivia has a younger sister and Riley is Maxwell’s cousin. The story alternates between Lilith and Drake's POV, but not in first person.

Series Warnings- Language, Drinking, Sensuality, NSFW (there will be lemons!)

Word count- 3,090

18+ only

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Drake made the walk of shame back to his room in the Nevrakis estate, wearing just his pants and suit jacket. His tie and socks were shoved in his pocket. His shirt had been torn beyond repair, and he didn't even know where his shoes were. Lilith practically threw him out of her bedroom after he had made the grave mistake of calling out her name during sex. Drake rubbed his forehead, frowning. He wanted to feel angry with her for having such a stupid rule, but he was just angry at himself. This had been the best, but strangest sex of his life. It started out rough and angry, but at the end when she looked in his eyes it felt different. It made him feel something he hadn't felt before and he sighed as he entered his bedroom.

What the hell is wrong with me? Maybe I’m getting too old for random fuck sessions. Maybe I need to find a woman to have an actual.. He swallowed down the bile that was rising in his throat at the thought. ..relationship with. Drake shook his head. No woman wanted a relationship with him. Even Kiara, who was completely obsessed, only wanted him to screw her. Drake threw off his jacket and sat on the edge of the bed. He heard a knock at the door and frowned. He didn't feel like talking to anyone right now, but it was probably Liam. “Come on in.”

Liam entered the room, all smiles until he took in Drake's appearance. “Oh my god! Are you ok?” Liam's expression was one of pure horror.

“What?!” Drake panicked and ran over to the mirror. His mouth and chin was covered in dried blood, his lip was split open, and he had huge scratch marks covering his chest. He chuckled and Liam followed him into the bathroom as Drake began washing his face. 

“Lilith again?”

Drake grunted as he continued scrubbing off the blood.

“Did she punch you?”

Drake chuckled as he rubbed a towel down his face, “Bit.”

“Damn.. I know you like that kind of thing, but it never fails to surprise me.”

Drake laughed, throwing the towel back on the rack, “Maybe Riley’s a biter.”

Liam blushed and looked down, “Well.. I wouldn't know. But I doubt there's anything she could do that I wouldn't enjoy.”

Drake normally would have teased him for saying something so sappy, but tonight had him feeling all sorts of strange things. He pulled a clean t-shirt over his head. “I’m going to ask you something, and I don't want you to read anything into it.”

Liam looked intrigued and sat across from him on the bed. “Shoot.”

Drake ignored every voice in his head that told him to shut the hell up, or to make a joke. “How do you actually know… if you…” He pinched his eyes shut. This was truly painful. “..if you.. Oh fuck. If you like someone. Like.. the way you like Riley.”

Liam bit his lip to stop the smile from spreading across his face. “Wow.”

Drake felt his face get hot. “I told you not to read anything into it. I just.. want to know.”

Liam put out his hands defensively, “Ok. I won't.” He pushed out a long breath while he thought. “I suppose, feeling a deep connection with them.. If you find yourself thinking about them throughout the day.. Do you get the quintessential ‘butterflies in your stomach’ when you see them? When you see yourself in the future, are they with you? Do you feel like you would do anything to protect them? And then there's the physical aspect- wanting to just be next to them, or be.. intimate.”

Drake nodded and looked away. He rubbed the back of his neck ruefully. “Thanks. I know that's not what we typically talk about. I was just.. curious.” He felt embarrassed, like a kid who just had the ‘sex-talk’ with their parents.

Liam smiled sadly. “Drake. You deserve someone who makes you feel that way.. And who feels that way about you.”

Drake forced out a laugh. “You know me well enough to know that's highly unlikely.. But thanks.”

“I don’t think it's highly unlikely. You're getting older, and you're wanting different things. It happens.”

Drake wrinkled his nose, “Are you going to give me a lecture about my changing body?”

Liam laughed loudly, “I suppose I should have worded it differently.”

They laughed together, breaking some of the tension and Liam spoke up. “Don't be angry, but.. does this have anything to do with a certain someone who lives in this estate?”

Drake shook his head and looked away. He honestly didn't know what was going on in his head.. Or his heart. “No. I don't think so.”

Liam clapped him on the back. “Well.. if you ever want to talk about this kind of stuff, I'm always here. I know I tease you, but you're like a brother to me, Drake. You can tell me anything.. I’d never judge you.”

Drake’s heart swelled. Liam was so kind and had always been there for him- when his father died, when his mother moved away, when his sister moved to France without so much as a goodbye. Drake reached out and hugged Liam tightly. He felt Liam tense in surprise and then hug him back. They broke apart and Drake chuckled, feeling embarrassed. 

Liam smiled, “Well tonight has just been full of surprises. First Drake Walker blushes while asking me about love, and then hugs me?”

Drake looked away and ran his hands through his hair, “I do not blush, Rys.”

“Sure you don’t.” Liam chuckled. “So, on the bright side.. Since you were with Lilith tonight, you're clearly not impotent.”

 “Ya.” Drake didn't even feel relieved. The fact that he could only get it up around Lilith was.. concerning. He stood and stretched. “Anyway, I'm starving. Think there's anything to eat in Lythikos that isn't the souls of the innocent?”

Liam clapped him on the back. “Let's find out.” They left Drake's room feeling like their usual selves. Drake was thankful Liam didn't push him to continue talking about his feelings. He normally loathed that kind of thing, but tonight had him feeling some sort of way. He was a stranger to himself.

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Lilith awoke the next morning with a knot in her stomach and pain in her chest. Damn it all, if Drake didn't pop into her head. She grew angrier by the minute. Why did he have to say my name? Why did he have to make me feel things? And then there was the eye contact. The way he looked at her like no man had in years. Nobody since her ex, Gabe. As much as she had tried to harden her heart over the years, it still managed to break when she thought of Gabe. Everything he ever told her was a lie. She eventually found out that he had never been faithful throughout their entire year-long relationship. She swallowed down the lump in her throat. Stop it, Lilith. He's not worth it. No man is worth it.

She undressed and headed to the shower, pausing to look at her reflection in the mirror. Drake had once again left plenty for her to remember him by. The bruise around her eye from her fight with Olivia had finally faded enough that she didn't have to use an ungodly amount of concealer to cover it up. As Lilith stared at herself, emotions began to bubble up inside. She didn't know who she was or what she wanted anymore. Before she knew what was happening, a tear rolled down her cheek. Her breath hitched and no matter how she tried, she couldn't stop. Her face was covered in tears and she began full-on sobbing. 

What is wrong with me? Lilith was always certain of how her life would turn out. One day Olivia would marry and forget all about her. Then Lilith would be free to do what she wanted. To stay on the sidelines and read or paint or just be alone. That was the plan. Now, something inside had her wanting more. Something inside her hurt as she felt herself changing. She was a stranger to herself. 

Once Lilith had composed herself and finished getting dressed, she went to one of her favorite places in the estate- the library. It was one place she would surely be alone with her thoughts. As she pushed open the large wooden doors, she breathed in the familiar, almost musty scent of centuries old books collected by generations of Nevrakis. Dust floated past the beams of light that filtered in through the stained glass windows.The only sound to be heard in the room came from her steps as she slowly made her way down the rows of shelves stretched to the ceiling. This was her happy place, her childhood.  Lilith grazed her hand along a row of dust covered books that she hadn't read in years. She closed her eyes and grabbed one at random. 

Riley turned a corner nearly bumping into her. “Oh god, I'm sorry! I didn't know anyone else was in here.”

Lilith shook her head and smiled as her heart rate returned to normal, “No problem. I've been told I’m creepily quiet.”

Riley laughed and the two of them looked around awkwardly. “So, um, Lady Lilith, your home is lovely.”

 “Lilith is fine. And thanks.” Lilith nodded toward a glossy oak table surrounded by comfortable leather couches. “Wanna sit?”

“Yes please!” Riley was so overly peppy all the time, just like her cousin Maxwell. “I don't want to intrude on your reading time. I just had to get away for a moment. Sometimes this whole competition thing with Prince Liam can get.. intense.”

Lilith raised her eyebrows, “I can imagine. Especially when you’re going up against my sister.”

“Oh, right. For some reason I always forget she's your sister.” Riley looked at her, speaking hesitantly as she sat down. “You’re so different.”

Lilith laughed humorously. “Not according to some people.”

“Who?” 

Lilith shrugged. “It doesn't matter.”

Riley frowned, settling deeper into the couch cushions. “Well, if they cant see how different you are, then they’re pretty stupid.”

Lilith laughed. It felt good talking to someone who wasn't constantly trying to physically and emotionally cut her down, the way her sister did. “Thanks.”

“I don't want to overstep but.. It can't be easy living with Olivia.” Riley seemed hesitant to bad mouth Olivia around her.

Lilith sighed, “You got that right. And don't worry.. We don't get along. Feel free to talk shit about Olivia all you want.”

Riley giggled, “Well now I have two people on my anti-Olivia team.”

“Me and Maxwell?”

Riley chuckled, flipping her long brown hair to one side. “No, Max is too afraid of Olivia to talk bad about her. It’s you and Drake.”

Lilith sucked in a sharp breath at the mention of his name. Her stomach fluttered and she hated it. Riley looked at her worriedly. “Are you ok?”

Lilith felt a lump in her throat. Nobody ever asked her if she was ok.. ever. Her lip trembled and she felt her eyes begin to blur with unshed tears. She shook her head in response and the tears began to fall. To her surprise, Riley scooted over and wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her back soothingly and Lilith cried even harder. Someone giving her affection and wanting nothing in return was a foreign feeling. Riley wrapped her arms around her, and Lilith let herself cry for a long time. As embarrassing as it was to cry on an almost total stranger, it was actually nice.

Eventually her sobs subsided. “I’m.. sorry.” Lilith sniffed and wiped her tears on her sleeve. “I’m such a crybaby today.. I don't know what's wrong with me.”

Riley rubbed her back and spoke softly. “Lilith.. There's nothing wrong with you. You're a human being.” Riley brushed Lilith’s tear-dampened hair off of her face. “I know a little bit about how you were raised, and .. no matter what you were told, it's ok to feel. It's ok to have emotions.”

Lilith stared at her lap, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “Are you sure?” She felt like a child all over again. 

Riley smiled sadly “Of course. I know we don't know each other very well but I’d like to change that. I’d like to be your friend.. if you want to be mine, that is.”

Her lip quivered again. “I’d like that.” Lilith had very few people in the world she considered a friend, past or present. “What do friends actually do?”

Riley laughed, “Braid each other's hair and have pillow fights?”

“You know what? I missed out on all of that growing up, so I’m in.”

They both chuckled and Riley nudged her. “We’ll make it happen.” Riley reached out and picked up the book next to Lilith. “Jane Eyre. Nice.”

“I've read every bit of fiction in this library at least twice.” Lilith chuckled, “Sometimes I just blindly grab one off of the shelf. It's like a little surprise. Sounds kinda stupid, but I like it.”

“That's really cool! I wish I could read more, but it always makes me sleepy!”

“You probably need reading glasses. That used to happen to me and it's because of the eye strain.”

“Oh, damn.” 

They chatted long into the day, and Lilith was surprised at the ease between them. Lilith remembered she had stashed a bottle of wine in the desk and pulled it out, smiling. “Up for a little day-drinking?”

“Fa sho!” Riley grabbed the bottle and popped it open with a bottle opener that was attached to her purse. She turned it upside down and took a huge gulp.

Lilith laughed, wide eyed. “I have wine glasses, you know!”

“No girl. If we're going to day-drink, we're gonna be as basic as we can be. Straight out the bottle!”

“God, you’re so much like Max.” Lilith laughed, “I mean that in a good way.”

“Hey, I'll take Max over Bert!” Riley took another big sip from the bottle. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” Lilith shrugged as Riley passed her the bottle of wine.

“You don't have to answer if you don't want to. But.. is there a reason you got upset after I mentioned Drake? Max and Liam have hinted that you two are ‘involved’. Did something happen?”

Lilith sighed. She didn't want to talk about Drake. She didn't want to think about Drake.. it hurt too much.  But maybe it would help if she did. She took a small sip, “I don’t know.”

“Hey, it’s totally fine. I don't want to reopen any wounds.”

Lilith pushed out a long breath. “The problem is.. There shouldn't be any wounds. We aren't anything to each other. We just had casual sex a few times.”

“So you don't have any feelings for each other?”

“We don't even like each other.”

Riley looked confused, and Lilith didn't blame her. “Why not?” 

It was an easy question, but Lilith had no answer.  “I..”  She tried as hard as she could, but came up with nothing. She felt sick to her stomach and her heart sped up. “I don't..” Why didn't she like Drake? Was it because he only saw her as a Nevrakis? Did she want him to see her as something else? The questions continued as she began falling into a downward spiral, second guessing every opinion, every relationship she ever had. Why didn't she have any friends? Was there something wrong with her? Was she really as cold and evil as Olivia? She must be.

“Riley.” Lilith spoke shakily, feeling panicked. “I think it’s safe to say that I’m…” She choked up and spoke quietly. “..seriously fucked up.” Her head was swimming and nothing made sense anymore. Lilith shook her head quickly, “I have to go.” She jumped up and ran out of the room as Riley called after her. 

Lilith ran through the halls of her home as hot tears streamed down her face. She didn't know where she was going, but eventually found herself in the back of the gardens. This area was hidden from most of the estate. It wasn't beautiful and well maintained like the rest of the grounds. It was ignored and sad looking, the way she felt. She lowered herself onto a cracked stone bench that was sticking out of the snow and put her head in her hands. Lilith closed her eyes tightly, and images of her life passed before her:

Six year old Lilith sat alone in her bedroom on her birthday. No presents. No friends. She had never even been invited to a birthday party before.

3 years later..

Nine year old Lilith stared up at the old family portrait on the wall in the great room. Her mother, father, and Olivia, were all smiling and happy together. She walked past the portrait every day and always wondered why she wasn't in that picture.. Even though she was two years old at the time.

4 years later.. 

Teenage Lilith, curious about her parents' past, decided to go through her mothers vanity. There, folded up beneath several pieces of jewelry, she discovered an unmailed letter from her parents to Lucretia. ‘This one was a mistake’ was written across the back of Lilith's baby picture. She never even got around to reading the letter because she was afraid it would break her heart even more.

3 years later..

Sixteen year old Lilith sat alone in the back of the cafeteria as usual, while the other students gave her wary looks. She heard them mumble ‘Nevrakis’ and ‘stay away.’ 

4 years later..

Lilith let a boy she had just met at a bar push her up against the dirty bathroom wall and take her virginity. After one year of dating and loving that same boy, she heard him tell another girl he loved her.. Cheating on Lilith in her own house on her twenty-first birthday.

Lilith saw the disappointed look on her sister's face every time she did anything she actually enjoyed. She saw Olivia throw her paintings into the fire.

Lilith saw memories of herself looking in the mirror, reprimanding her reflection every day as she further hardened her heart. 

These were the moments that defined who she was. These were the moments that broke her. Lilith sobbed as she wondered if she could ever escape them.

[shallowrambles]

So, when Dean fucks up a relationship outside of his blood relations, his instinct is to erase it-undo it-lock it away. (He also has a tendency to disown his loved ones.)

Like, sometimes with his disorganized attachment style, he’ll feel things very strongly and turn tail at the sign of imperfection, or cool when the idealization period wears off, or he’ll develop such intense feelings that it’s too frightening to confront. He runs hot and cold. (In very early stages and at intervals he’s very warm and understanding, but his life is full of trauma, so eventually he tends to go cold and explode.) I think this is reflected in how with Lisa and Ben, although he loved them very much, his instinct was to erase it all together when it didn’t work out: a total cutoff. (Esp after he showed his *true self/stressful hunting life* to them.)

((He does this with Sam a bit in season 4 when he’s cold at Sam’s faltering demon blood-drug abuse, and again at various points, especially after Charlie’s death. He cuts Cas off after he goes Godstiel, cold shoulders Mary when she screws up, and eventually banishes Jack. (John sent him away when he screwed up, so it was an example set.)

On the other hand, ppl he idealizes, he can keep at arm’s length. He’s happy being the one to be a savior. This way, they can never truly disappoint him. But ppl he lets see him? The ones he needs and not the other way around? Ho boy. Dean loves nearly everyone in the show on some level, but the ppl he needs is a much smaller, very scary and tumultuous list.))

Anyway, this is meandering… But I was thinking about how Dean usually doesn’t want to fix things. I think about how Dean’s advice was for Cas to leave Claire, because he’d already screwed up so much with her, but Sam’s was to be there for Claire, because Dean was there for him, even when he thought he didn’t need parental support.

And Cas tried to make things right even though he’d wronged Claire beyond what is truly repairable. When I watch Cas giving Claire the grumpy cat, Dean is affecting annoyance in the background, but he’s scared that the situation will blow up in Cas’s face.

Cas also tried to repair Donatello, and idk I just think it’s interesting that Cas started setting this example that it’s always worth trying to do better. He still tends toward self sacrifice, no question, but he moves a bit beyond purely trying to do penance with self flagellation.

“You can start being good any time.” (I forget which script that’s from, but I believe he said it to Jack?)

[mollyjames]

Unit X47 was proving more trouble than they were worth. That’s how Catherine felt, anyway. Farm life was difficult enough without having to stop every five minutes to explain to a machine how to hold a chicken properly. Or feed a cow. Or sweep the barn. Really, it was just sweeping! A child could do it! These robots were meant to be all-purpose labor savers, but in the past week Catherine’s workload had tripled. Unit X47 assured her that once they learned the routines, they would be of invaluable assistance. She bitterly wondered if they had to be taught to shit.

Catherine was busy chopping carrots when Unit X47 entered the kitchen.

“Have you milked the cows yet?” Catherine asked without looking up from her work.

“No.”

“Why not?” Catherine grunted.

“I require maintenance.”

Catherine sighed and turned to face Unit X47. RoboCorp designed all of their androids to resemble the basic structure of a human without looking anything like one. Something about the uncanny valley making customers uncomfortable. While they had a head, they had no face to speak of. They still had ten fingers and ten toes though, which if anything, made Catherine feel worse.

Unit X47 clutched their right wrist and held it out for Catherine to inspect. Their entire right hand was limp and unresponsive.

Catherine sighed. “What did you do?”

“My apologies,” Unit X47 said. “I must not have been milking Bessie properly. She knocked me away, and I fell on my wrist at an odd angle.”

“Your hand is broken,” Catherine said.

“Yes.”

Catherine sighed. “Can’t you fix it yourself? You should know more about circuits and wires than I do.”

“I do not. I’m afraid I am not permitted to know anything about robotics.”

That gave Catherine pause. “I’m... sorry?”

“For the purpose of patent protection,” Unit X47 explained. “I do not know how I was constructed, the materials used, the way I am programmed, or how I am powered. Beyond a very rudimentary troubleshooting routine, there is nothing I can do to perform necessary repairs.”

Catherine felt her stomach drop. The soup bubbled idly behind her. She felt suddenly very afraid. Unit X47 had been a very costly investment. Even if the past week had been grueling, in the back of her mind she thought it would be worthwhile. An extra hand was always welcome around the farm, even if it took a while to train. She had never considered they might break.

“I... don’t know how to fix you either.” Catherine’s voice cracked.

“That’s alright,” Unit X47 said. “You need only take me to the nearest approved RoboCorp repair facility and pay a processing fee.”

“How much is the fee?” Catherine asked.

Unit X47 rolled their hand back and forth experimentally. “I believe the damage is minor. Assuming it isn’t anything more serious, I imagine it would be under 100 dollars.”

Catherine let out a small breath. Okay. 100 dollars. That was an amount, but it was doable. Even if it was more, it was going to be okay. She turned off the stove and grabbed her keys from the hook near the door.

“Alright, where is the nearest repair station.”

“About two days drive.”

Catherine froze. That was it. There was no way she could abandon the farm for two days. Normally she could ask Harvey to watch things, but he already had his hands full since the new foal was born. There was no way she was getting Unit X47 out to the city within the next two weeks. Could she manage the farm herself that long? Would Unit X47 still be able to help without use of their hand? What if things got worse?

“No. No screw this!”

“I beg your pardon?” Unit X47 asked.

Catherine threw open the door and strode to the barn. She returned to the house with a toolbox full of screws and wires and copper and slammed it on the kitchen table. Unit X47 followed tentatively behind her.

“I’ve fixed engines and built barns and rewired the godforsaken circuits in this house myself. I can fix my own goddamn robot!”

“Are... you sure?” Unit X47 asked. “You’ll void my warranty.”

“You said the damage was minor, right?” Catherine growled.

“I did,” Unit X47 admitted. “Although there’s no way for me to know.”

“Alright, let’s take a look at you,” Catherine said, gesturing for Unit X47 to sit next to her. They obliged. Catherine held Unit X47′s wrist and examined their plating. It looked simple enough. They pulled a screwdriver from the toolbox and set it against the first screw. Unit X47 flinched.

“Is something wrong?” Catherine asked.

Unit X47 recoiled slightly. “I do not suppose you have RoboCorp approved tools?”

“No,” said Catherine slowly. “Is that a problem?”

“Not.. exactly,” Unit X47 explained. “Only... Robocorp tools are designed specifically not to cause pain when operating on RoboCorp machines. Or, perhaps to put it another way, I believe I am programmed to hurt when worked on by unapproved tools.”

Catherine stared at Unit X47. “That’s fucked.”

“Quite.”

Catherine groaned. “Okay. Okay we can wait. We’ll figure it out.”

“No, wait.” Unit X47 peeled the RoboCorp sticker from their arm and wrapped it carefully around the handle of the screwdriver. They handed it back to Catherine. “Now try.”

Catherine tapped against the screw gently. “Is that... better?” she asked.

“Incredibly, yes.”

“What the fuck.” Catherine laughed. She got to work.

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

you say you hate me

summary: four times you were forced to spend time with Matthew plus one time you chose to.

warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing

word count: 7.2k

note from the writer: is it bad that I’ve already started another Matt fic? also this gif is *chef’s kiss* amazing

ONE

You knew you ran the risk of running into him when you moved from St. Louis to Calgary. But you couldn’t pass up the job opportunity you were given, even if it meant you were looking over your shoulder as if to avoid running into him.

But after three months of living in Calgary you hadn’t seen him, so you were certain you were in the clear. You reasoned that he would’ve popped up sooner, you followed each other on Instagram and have each other added on Snapchat, so you knew that he knew you were in Calgary. You pushed him to the back of your mind, though, not wanting him to take up any more residence in your mind than he already did. And after a while you figured you were safe from his presence and any headaches that seemed to follow him around.

So imagine your surprise when he shows up while you’re in the middle of a date.

Chris is a nice guy. It’s your third date, and the bar he’s taken you to is a little more on the casual side, but the Edmonton vs. Canucks game was on the television above the bar and you knew he was a big hockey guy.

Clearly, you had a type.

“So, I think my boss is going to give me a big project, which would be a huge step in the right direction for the promotion I—” You were gushing about the news you had received earlier in the day, but you were unable to finish your thought as Chris yelled.

“Oh, fuck off, Mcdavid! You should have scored that.”

After realizing that he wasn’t talking about your ability to buy a goal or calling you McDavid, you learned two things about the man sitting across from you. One, he hadn’t been listening to a single word you were saying and you could count on the hockey game being more interesting to him than anything you could have said. You should have known, anyways, on your first date he spent five whole minutes talking about how the Oilers were his favorite team after you mentioned you grew up in St. Louis. And two, he was that kind of hockey fan. The kind that tore down their team’s top players over any little screw-up. The kind that made your skin crawl after having grown up with the sport.

“It was a rookie mistake.” Chris’ attention turned to you since it was a T.V. timeout and you blinked at him for a moment, wondering just how your night took a downturn so quickly. The bar was so low, and he managed to limbo under it.

“McDavid. Rookie mistake?” You blanched, propping your chin on your hand as you waited to see what kind of bullshit excuse he funneled at you. He stuttered over his words, and you were about to interject with a very well laid out explanation about how players were people and able to make mistakes without having their skill questioned. Plus, it was McDavid.

But then a hand landed casually on your shoulder, and your first instinct was to turn and face whoever decided it was a good idea to randomly touch with a scowl. Your frown only deepened when you spotted who it was, completely ignoring the choked noise Chris made.

Of course he had to show up on the one night you were on a date.

“Couldn’t hide from me forever.” Matt drawled easily, removing his hand from you and leaning against the edge of the tall table you were sitting at. You rolled your eyes, not at all surprised at the fact that he decided to start the first actual conversation you’ve had with him in weeks with a tease.

“I’ll try harder next time.” You stated dryly, taking a sip of your nearly empty drink and avoiding the gaze of both men around you. Well, Chris was too busy eyeing Matthew and puffing out his chest as if he was trying to assert his dominance. Please.

You didn’t get the appeal of Matthew. Sure, he was attractive and pretty good at hockey, not that you’d ever admit that to anyone, but he was a pest. He grew up next door to you, which meant the better part of your childhood was spent at the mercy of Matt’s teasing. You adored the rest of his family, you had a four-hundred and thirty-six day Snapchat streak with Taryn, a number seven Senators jersey hanging up in your closest, Chantal’s number was saved as ‘mama tkachuk’ in your phone, and you had once called Keith in a panic when you were sixteen and got a flat tire and your parents weren’t answering.

Matt had laughed at you when you stumbled walking across the stage at graduation.

You were not his biggest fan.

“Hot date?” Matt questioned, not even looking over to Chris who nodded the moment the words entered the air. You winced at the question, because you were technically on a date, but you weren’t exactly feeling it, especially after what had just transpired. But you would marry Chris on the spot if it meant annoying Matt.

“I’ll see you later.” You spoke through gritted teeth, plastering on a forced and obviously fake smile. Matt grinned at you, his mischievous look that you had seen a thousand times growing up that warned you that he was going to do something to get under your skin made warning alarms flash in your mind.

Your suspicions were proven correct when he reached a hand up to ruffle your hair before slipping back into the crowd. You pouted, glaring at his back until you couldn’t see his mop of curls anymore and turned to face Chris again. Your date was looking at you with an annoyed expression, one that was surely mirrored on your face but the only difference was his look was directed at you and yours was at Matthew for showing up out of nowhere.

“Are you okay—?” You barely got the question out before Chris was interrupting you. Again.

“You can’t talk to him if we’re going to see each other.” He stated, as if it was that easy.

It wasn’t as if you wanted to hang out with Matt, not since you hit middle school, but it would be a cold day in hell before some guy told you who you could and could not talk to.

“We’re neighbors, nothing will ever be going on there but our families are good friends. I literally have to talk to him whenever I go home.” You weren’t sure why you were explaining this to him, maybe a part of you wanted to see if he’d bactrack and apologize, even if the relationship was damaged beyond repair. Those hopes were squashed the moment he spoke next.

“Then I’m out.” And he was standing up, barely giving you a second look before he was headed towards the door.

It was pettiness that had you crossing the bar in search of the one person that you couldn’t stand to be around for an extended period of time. You had seen a whole new side of Chris in a matter of five minutes and a small part of you was glad that Matt interrupted and brought it out. Emphasis on small, though.

“You owe me a drink.” You nudged Matt’s shoulder, sliding in next to him at the bar. You didn’t care that you were interrupting his conversation with one of his teammates, you had just been dumped by the guy you’d been somewhat seeing for a few weeks because he couldn’t handle the idea of you knowing a NHL player. “Scared my date away because he didn’t like the fact that I talk to you.”

“I feel like I did you a favor, if he really is that insecure. We don’t even like each other.” He had waved down the bartender with a chuckle, ordering you a beer like the one he had clutched in his hand. It was seconds before the cool glass was set in front of you. Perks of being a hotshot hero in Calgary, you assumed.

“I’ll drink to that.” You clinked your bottle against his, taking a generous sip as Matt watched with an amused grin. He was leaning against the counter, his back now fully turned on his teammates. Clearly, he wasn’t planning on letting you finish your drink in peace.

“Mom told me you got your dream job, so tell me about it.”

“Like you care.” You rolled your eyes with a scoff. You were feeling especially bitter, and you were taking it out on Matt. To be fair, he was taking it all in stride, but you knew he was biding his time until he could make a joke.

“Try me.” Matt wasn’t a bad guy. Annoying, sure. A pain in your ass? Since the day you met. But you knew him better than most—begrudgingly, of course—and you could tell he was genuinely curious. He probably had plans to tease you about it later, you would put money on the fact, but with the way your night had turned out, you couldn’t find it in you to care.

“Fine, but just until I finish this drink and my Uber gets here.”

TWO

mama tkachuk: Hi sweetie! Keith and I are in town for the weekend and were wondering if you wanted to get dinner with us and Matt! Text me when you get a chance!

It was so unfair. How could Chantal be as sweet as she was and have produced a child like Matthew? You were so caught up in how kind her invitation was that you had agreed to meet up with them before it really set in that you would have to sit through a dinner with Matt.

You had arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later than the agreed upon time due to traffic, so everyone else was already at the table by the time you made it. Chantal was the first to jump up and greet you with a hug, Keith following after with a ‘how are you, kid’ and a tight squeeze. You shot Matt a tight-lipped smile, trying to remain civil infront of his parents, and he returned with his typical smug grin, though it was more subdued than usual as a result of sitting next to his mother.

“You always liked to be late.” Matt teased as you sat down. You rolled your eyes at him, annoyed but willing to let the comment slide for the sake of his parents.

“I don’t know why you guys bicker all the time, you used to tell us all the time that you were going to be a family someday. You guys even practiced with Taryn and Brady.” Chantal reminisced, and you smiled uneasily at the memory. It wasn’t necessarily an unpleasant one, some of your best memories took place in the Tkachuk living room. Back when you were kids, you and Matt were attached at the hip. Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum—if Matt was caught sticking his hand in the cookie jar you were right at his side reminding him to grab one for you too. This particular instance stuck out in your mind, though, because your mom teased you about it whenever she got the chance.

It was a rainy Saturday, Keith was out of town for hockey and your dad was at the office, which left the moms sitting in the kitchen chatting about whatever adults talked about. Taryn had just learned how to walk, which meant that she was trying to follow you around to the best of her ability, even if that meant watching from the sidelines as you played mini sticks with her brothers.

But after Matt had scored against you and Brady enough times, you declared that it was time for them to play your game—house. Taryn was your baby, and she happily filled the roll as she toddled behind you. Brady was your other son, and Matt was the dad. You played like that for an hour or so, Matt pretending to come home from road trips while playing in the NHL just like his father, only to help you pretend to cook dinner and put ‘the kids’ to bed.

At six years old, he was a dream pretend-father.

“I can’t help it if Matthew runs his mouth too much.” You chirped, and though you meant it in good fun there was some seriousness. Matt never knew when to quit, his comments more obnoxious than endearing most of the time. Though, he did have his moments, you were willing to admit. You knew he had your back when it came down to it, but he also would be the first one to crash your date and tell the guy you were with some embarrassing story about you from when you were seven.

He did that no less than three separate times when you were teenagers.

“Remember when they pretended to get married at like six? And Matt cried when I told him that he wasn’t actually her husband.” Keith nudged his wife with a grin, his statement earning a groan from Matt. You flushed, keeping quiet as the memory flashed in your head—the theme of the night, apparently.

It was a summer wedding, so to speak. Sometime during the offseason your family and the Tkachuks rented a lake house for a week and you spent the entire time racing from one activity to the next while clutching Matt’s hand. Your aunt had just gotten married, so weddings were on your mind and you decided you wanted a party like she had. Your choices for potential husbands were limited, Brady and Matt the only other boys close to your age. When Brady claimed that you had cooties and ran away, Matt was the only option left and it simply took the bribe of sharing your dessert with him after dinner for him to agree.

You had made paper rings and even forced Matt to fake propose to you, all while both your mothers looked on with camera’s clutched in their hands. You had claimed your unending love for Matt that day, and he had done the same. In an effort to tease you, your mom had said that he had to kiss the bride and you both looked at her like she was crazy—though he did end up pressing a quick and sloppy kiss to the back of your hand to appease her.

And then twenty minutes later he shoved you off the dock because you were too scared to jump in.

Matt was watching you as his mother told the story, chuckling as she added in anecdotes about how she and your mother had almost started planning your real wedding that day and similar comments. It was no secret that she was rooting for you to get together with her son, and even though Keith would try to get his wife to tone down her comments, you saw his smug grin every once on a while.

The rest of dinner and dessert passed by with minimal reminiscing, and soon enough the check was paid. Matt picked up the bill, and though you tried to argue that you could pay for yourself, Matt simply stuck his tongue out at you and Keith said that he would’ve paid for everyone if he had only been able to grab the check faster. You rolled your eyes at Matt’s childishness, but thanked Keith for his kindness despite the fact that he hadn’t even really done anything.

“So where did you park?” Chantal asked as the four of you stepped outside. The cold air made you shiver, and you used one hand to tighten your coat around you while the other gestured over your shoulder in the general direction of where your car was.

“Like three blocks away. It was pretty busy when I got here.” You replied. Chantal nodded, opening her arms for a hug you readily reciprocated.

“I’ll walk you. It’s way too late for you to go by yourself.” Matt spoke up, interrupting your goodbyes with his parents. He handed his keys off to his dad so they could wait in the car while he went with you, and because he simply couldn’t just be nice, he added his next comment. “You’d probably get lost if I don’t go with you.”

“Thanks, Matt.” You said sarcastically, the roll of your eyes coming almost naturally. There wasn’t room for you to argue, because Chantal was nudging you in the opposite direction she was headed to get to Matt’s car. Part of you wondered if she somehow planned this in an another attempt to get you to spend time alone with her son. You didn’t have time to think about it too much, between saying goodbyes and making plans to meet up when you went home for the holidays, you were rushing a bit to get out of the cold.

While you walked, Matt stayed quiet, something you didn’t realize he was capable of. Your hands were shoved deep into your coat pockets to try and stay warm, but you felt his arm brush against yours every once in a while.

“Thanks for coming tonight, mom loved it.” He was softer now, his voice devoid of any of its usual smugness.

“Are you kidding? I love your parents.” You teased, trying to figure out where this quiet side of Matt was coming from. It was the side of him that rarely came out, especially in front of the media and never on the ice, but it was the side that you got along with the best. You stopped at your car, turning to face Matt. “Thanks for walking me.”

“No problem. Uh, text me when you get home, or whatever. So I know you got there safe.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, a slight redness to his cheeks that caught you off guard. You nodded, unlocking your car and offering him one last smile and goodbye before climbing in.

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you drove home. He was trying.

THREE

You had the worst luck.

Firstly, the only flight you could get home for the holidays was a red-eye to try and save some money. Secondly, your parents were making you get a cab from the airport instead of coming to pick you up. It was fine, you were an adult and could handle both those things. You had long come to terms with it by the time you were settling into your seat as everyone boarded.

But third—

“No way am I this lucky.”

The sound of the familiar voice had you tilting your head back with a groan, not even bothering to look at the person who was dropping unceremoniously into the seat beside you. Though his curls were tucked under his hoodie and he was trying his best to remain undetected, his presence was one that you would recognize anywhere.

“I’m just really, really, unlucky.” You told Matt, and though your comment was a jab at him, he wore the same grin he always did.

“That’s mean.” He teased, reaching over to poke your side because of course he hasn't outgrown giving you jumper cables. You glared at him, momentarily pausing your efforts to dig through your bag in search of your headphones just so he knew how annoyed you were. Not that he cared, or that it ever really stopped him.

“Look, Matt, I’ve had a long day, and I was looking forward to just sleeping this whole flight.” You sighed, dragging a hand down your face in frustration.

“I’ll leave you alone, promise.” Matt grinned that stupidly smug grin of his.

Yeah, right. You thought, but kept the comment to yourself. It was better to let Matt think he won than invite him to keep going by replying. He grinned at you, simply miming zipping his lips shut as you rolled your eyes.

He lasted longer than you thought he would—ten minutes.

“I don’t know what you don’t like about me so much, it’s not the hockey thing, because you love Brady.” Matt spoke up, going so far as to pull your headphone out of your ear so you could hear him.

“Brady’s adorable and like a baby brother to me.” You said matter-of-factly, earning a snicker from Matt. “You chipped my tooth when we were twelve and then blamed it on me.”

“I’m sure he’ll be glad to hear that.” He snorted, and for a second you thought he’d leave it at that. He had succeeded in getting under your skin, just like he usually did. “And it was your fault. You weren’t paying attention.”

“You didn’t have to shoot the pucks at me that hard!” You frowned at the memory. You had offered to stand in goal for him while he practiced shooting, and though you were definitely not destined to play in the NHL like him, that didn’t stop him from acting as if he was taking part in the hardest shot competition.

Matt didn’t respond, instead he just shook his head with a grin. Clearly, he was more amused by the memory than you were.

He went back to leaving you alone, though he stole one of your headphones and placed it into his ear to listen. He scrunched his nose up at the song, and you rolled your eyes at the silent jab at your taste in music.

Eventually, you did end up falling asleep. When you woke up to Matthew shaking you gently, you realized that you had fallen asleep on his shoulder and that he was waking you since you had landed and people were starting to exit. You waited for the chirps to come about your subconscious action, knowing he probably had a few comments up his sleeve. Except, he didn’t say anything, only stood up to retrieve both of your carryon bags from the overhead storage.

Matt stuck by your side the entire time you got off the plane and headed to luggage claim, unable to help himself from chirping you at the fact you couldn’t find your suitcase. You poked your tongue out at him, admittedly a little juvenile on your behalf, when you spotted your bag come around the carousel. Before you could grab it, though, he snagged it and stuck his tongue out at you before departing into the airport in search of his parents. Now, you were forced to trail after him.

Your annoyance faded, though, when you heard Chantal call your and Matthew’s names. You smiled at the woman, who hugged her son quickly before turning and pulling you into her arms.

“Guess who I got to sit next to?” Matt chimed, sounding a bit too pleased with himself for your liking. You rolled your eyes, unable to help the tiny bit of amusement you felt at how excited Chantal looked at the idea that you had each other on the flight. You and Matt may both be adults, but to her, you were still toddlers that needed constant supervision and she loved the idea that you were there to watch after each other.

“Oh, that’s lucky!” Chantal cheered and you grit your teeth, forcing a smile on your face at the way Matt was grinning smugly at you. Okay, you figured it could have been worse, you could have been seated next to a creep, but you weren’t about to admit that to Matt.

“So lucky.” You muttered sarcastically. Thankfully, Matthew wasn’t given a chance to comment further on your response, as his dad spoke up before he could.

“Is your dad here? I got a new set of clubs I want to brag about.” Keith questioned and you shook your head with a genuine smile. Living next to a retired NHLer gave your dad plenty of opportunities to bring out his competitive side, and golf was definitely one of their favorite pastimes.

“No, he and mom couldn’t come to get me because they both had work.” You explained and Keith rolled his eyes in good fun. You always wondered how both families got along so well when you couldn’t stand Matt.

“Do you want a ride home then?” Chantal offered sweetly.

“That’d be great, thank you.” You were glad you wouldn’t have to worry about getting an Uber, and you didn’t feel as if you were crashing the Tkachuks’ time with their oldest son since as soon as you started to head to the car, Chantal fell in step with you.

“Oh, Matt, you’re being such a gentleman, carrying her suitcase for her.” Chantal gushed after having noticed that Matt had an extra bag and you didn’t have one. She shot you a look and you just knew this was only fueling her belief that you were destined to end up with Matt. She would probably mention it to your mother, and then you really never would hear the end of it.

“Didn’t know you had it in you.” Keith chirped, earning an eye roll from Matt and laughter from you and Chantal. It was all in good nature, the teasing comments a sign of love amongst the hockey family.

And really, you had no choice but to agree with Keith.

FOUR

“I need you to run next door and give this to Chantal.” Your mom told you, holding out a tray of holiday cookies. You sighed, reluctantly getting up from your spot on the living room couch. You weren’t doing anything, but the aspect of having to walk all the way next door was not totally appealing.

But you did as she said and stuffed on some shoes before heading next door and letting yourself in. Taryn was the first to greet you, taking the tray of cookies and leading you towards the kitchen. As soon as the platter was set down, you both helped yourself to a cookie.

“How’s Calgary? Is Matt showing up randomly to bug you?” She was teasing, but she was right. You laughed, nodding as you broke off a piece of your cookie to eat.

“He showed up while I was on a date, completely by chance, and ruined it.” You chuckled at the memory and at the way Taryn laughed loudly at that. It wasn’t entirely true, Chris was doing a pretty good job of ruining the date on his own, but Matt’s appearance was the final nail in the coffin.

“That’s because he's practically in love with you.” She spoke between giggles. You rolled your eyes, having heard the comment countless times before. It had followed you and Matt around since you were kids, and by the time you were thirteen it morphed from platonic love to your moms explaining what soulmates were to you guys. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t considered the idea of Matt having a thing for you, but you had long since given up on that idea.

You didn’t have time to comment on it, though, because speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Matt marched into the room, a smug grin on his face. While he spoke, he reached across to where you were standing and broke off a piece of the cookie you were still eating. With a pout, you watched him pop your cookie into his mouth all the while eye contact with you and wearing a self-satisfied grin.

“Oh, just how you’re in love with each other.” Taryn said casually, her sentence punctuated by Matt choking on the cookie. Clearly, he was caught off guard.

“You deserved that, and no, we were not.” You told Matt as he tried to catch his breath. You couldn’t help the grin you were wearing, and for a brief second you acknowledged that he looked adorable all flustered. Matt shot a glare at his sister, who was laughing hysterically at him, and launched forward to dig his fingers into her sides.

You watched carefully as he tickled his sister mercilessly, preparing to make a break for the living room if he turned his attention to you. You were smiling, widely and genuinely, as you watched Matt mess around with his sister.

This was the Matt that you grew up best friends with.

As you were distracted, Matt let his sister go and she caught her breath while cursing him out and you let out a loud laugh at some of the creative things she said. She certainly was from a hockey family.

But then Matt turned his attention to you, a wicked grin on his face and a playful look in his eyes. Your own eyes went wide, and as soon as he took half a step towards you, you spun on your heel and dashed out of the kitchen.

You heard him chasing after you, but you didn’t risk looking back knowing that if you even wanted a chance to outrun him you would need to stay focused. And as you took a particularly sharp turn into the other room, you heard him crash into the wall, clearly not as agile as he thought he was.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Tkachuk! I brought cookies from Mom!” You greeted with a laugh as you sprinted past Keith and Chantal in the hallway. You barely had time to register their looks of amusement before you felt Matt’s fingers brush your back, signaling that he was close to grabbing you.

“Don’t hurt her, we like her more than you!” Keith called after you, teasing Matt and catching him off guard enough that he stumbled, and you were able to put some distance between you and him. You were laughing maniacally, the sound mixing with Matt’s chuckles and Taryn encouraging you to run faster.

Eventually, you made it to the living room, and you spotted Brady’s head poking up behind the back of the couch as he watched some rerun hockey game. You know it’s a longshot that Matt will give up and that you need to bite the bullet and let him catch you, but your stubbornness is what makes you throw yourself over the back of the couch, your head landing in the lap of a very confused and surprised Brady.

“Protect me.” You order, grabbing the younger Tkachuk brother’s bicep as Matt leaned over the back of the couch, his curls wild and grin wicked. For a second, there was a softness in his eyes that made your heart skip a beat, but then he was back to being smug.

“Brady can’t stop me.” Matt teased, leaning against the back of the couch. Brady didn’t comment, though he rolled his eyes at his brother. It was an argument that had been going on for a decade or so—which brother was stronger? And though they wrestled from time to time, Brady being victorious more often than he used to be, you knew they would never actually fight. You had been there when Keith made them shake heads and promise not to drop the gloves the first time they played each other.

“He’s taller.” You argued, and Matt chuckled as he made his way around the couch. You watched as he lifted your legs, dropping into the spot on the couch they once occupied before resting your limbs across his lap.

“Doesn’t matter.” He replied, giving your shin a squeeze as he spoke. You rolled your eyes, getting comfortable in your spot laying across the Tkachuk brothers and turning to watch the Blues vs. Stars game Brady had put on.

It felt nice to laugh with Matt again. It was as if things were back to normal, and you tried to ignore the funny fluttering feeling in your stomach as his thumbs brushed back and forth along your legs. You hated it, because it was Matt, and you had long since declared that you couldn’t stand him. And yet, there you were, melting under his touch.

“Oh, come on, you’re not going to attack her?” Taryn complained as she dropped into the free chair on the other side of the room. You stuck your tongue out at her, smiling at the sound of Matt’s chuckles. You were going to make a comment about how she was supposed to be on your side in response, but Brady was faster, and his words—for whatever reason—made any reply die on your tongue.

“It’s because he’s in love with her.”

AND ONE MORE

You hated the fact that you weren’t able to sleep. But even more so, you hated the fact that you knew exactly why you couldn’t get your mind to turn off. You couldn’t stop thinking about how sweet Matt had been earlier in the day, and though you knew he always had a soft spot for his sister, for some reason this time it was hitting you differently. Plus Taryn and Brady’s ‘he’s in love with you’s were bouncing around your head.

Finally, after what felt like the hundredth time you had tossed around under the covers, you sat up and snagged your phone off of the nightstand. You sat up, unlocking your phone and opening messages and before you could really think about stopping yourself you typed out a text and sent it.

Only after the message was sent and you couldn’t do anything about it, did you reread what you said and check the time. You couldn’t help but cringe at the one in the morning ‘hey, are you up?’ text that seemingly glared back at you. But then the three dots appeared that signaled that he was typing, and you quickly slid out of the conversation so he wouldn’t think you were waiting for his text. You were, and though he responded within a minute, you didn’t want to give his ego that extra boost.

matthew: usually I’m the one that sends that text

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, having expected him to say something along those lines. You had practically handed that joke to him. Before you could type out a reply telling him to forget about it, your phone buzzed again with another text.

matthew: front door is unlocked, meet in the basement for a movie?

He was giving you a choice. You could go to bed and pretend this never happened and continue to tell everyone around you that the only thing you felt for Matt was annoyance. But you didn’t. You knew that you might regret it, but you slipped out of bed and tugged on a pair of leggings and a hoodie over your sleepshirt. Shoving on a pair of shoes, you tip-toed outside and to the house next door. It felt a little ridiculous, you were an adult, sneaking around to visit a boy like a teenager. But, you were quiet, and made sure you didn’t make any noise as you slipped down the stairs.

“Why am I sneaking around here like we’re fourteen again?” You teased as soon as you saw Matt already on the couch as he flipped through movie options. For a reason unbeknownst to you, your heart skipped a beat in your chest and your breathing stuttered as you cataloged just how attractive he looked in something as casual as a hoodie and sweats, how suddenly you wanted to run your fingers through his curls that definitely needed a hair treatment.

“I don’t want my family to know you’re here because then I’d have to share.” He teased, snapping you out of your thoughts and opening his arms to silently ask you to cuddle him. You hesitated for a moment, because that was not something you usually did except for maybe when you were three, but decided to throw caution to the wind and curled yourself into his side, your head resting on his shoulder. Besides, you didn’t usually text him at one in the morning either, so precedent was already out the window.

As soon as you settled into him, he draped the blanket that had been folded over the back of the couch over both of your legs. You blushed at the thoughtful action, but tried to hide the flush of your cheeks by staring straight ahead at the television.

“What are we watching?” You found your voice after a moment. When Matt didn’t respond right away, you turned to face him to find him already watching, a small smile on his face and a gentle look in his eyes. For the second time that night, you felt your breath catch in your throat, and it was only the surprised look on your face that had him snapping out of it.

“Oh, uh, you can pick.” He handed the remote to you, and you raised a brow at his odd behavior. You reached a hand up, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead as if to check his temperature with a confused look on your face.

“Are you feeling okay? You must be sick, if you’re letting someone else choose the movie.” You teased, grinning when Matt laughed, swatting your hand away and tugging you closer all in the same movement.  

“I’ve been thinking—” He started, but after having grown up with hockey players, you were quick to think up a chirp.

“Are you sure you’re okay then?” You teased, enjoying the warm feeling you got when you heard his laugh. He had your back pressed to his front, so you were facing the television and couldn’t see whatever the look on his face was.

“Would you just let me talk for a minute?” He chuckled and you felt the vibrations in his chest from where you were cuddled against him. And though he was teasing you, there was a softness to his tone that had you nodding, still facing forward. “I kinda sucked when we were teenagers.” He confessed, and you couldn’t help but laugh at him. Though, holding true to your word, you stayed quiet and let him talk. “I was a preteen boy that didn’t know how to act around you and ended up making an idiot of myself.” You knew there probably was a deeper meaning to his words, but you weren’t ready to dive into that and he kept going. “And then we were fifteen and you were in love or whatever with Tommy Banner and I was jealous. And then you broke up but I had to go away for hockey and I don’t regret that, but I do regret not making things better with you before I left.”

His confession hung in the air for a moment as you processed his words. He threw a lot of information at you at once, and you cringed momentarily at the memory of your first ‘serious’ relationship.

See, the thing was, as much as you talked up your annoyance at Matthew, he had always been your person. You fake married the guy for a reason, even if you didn’t really know the implications of your actions way back then. You knew what marriage looked like from your parents and Matt’s, and you wanted that for yourself. You wanted that with Matt. He was your first real crush, and those never really go away. Or at least, yours didn’t.

But once you were teenagers, you stopped pining after your neighbor, a seemingly unattainable goal, and started hanging out with other people. You and Matt started to drift, and then eventually his teasing comments always seemed to be directed towards whatever guy you were seeing, thus making you grow contempt for him.

But now, he was showing his softer side, and those feelings from when you were younger resurfaced as he confessed that he felt the same. You couldn’t deny that you felt something when his hand brushed against you or when he grinned at you—no matter how self-satisfied he looked.

Suddenly you became aware that you had been silent for a moment too long, and you sat up straighter and turned to face Matt. He was studying you, and for the first time in as long as you could remember—except maybe that one time in eighth grade when he asked you to go to the school dance with him because he wanted to make his mom happy—he looked unsure of himself. It was an emotion that didn’t sit right on his face, and as often as you complained about his teasing, you much preferred his shit-eating grin.

“It’s your turn to talk now.” He joked, trying to lighten the mood but only succeeding partly since the breathy chuckle he gave at the end told you he was nervous.

Before you could help yourself, you had cupped his face with both your hands and pulled him forward to connect your lips to his. It took him a second to relax under your touch, but as soon as he realized what was happening, he grabbed your elbow to hold you in place.

When you felt his tongue swipe at your lips you knew you had to pull away before you got too caught up in him, which you knew you would, and you separated. His grin was wide, a little smug like usual, but mostly he was looking adoringly at you.

“I thought you hated me?” He teased, because it’s Matt and of course he would. You rolled your eyes, willing to admit that you had set him up with that one.

“Don’t push your luck, Tkachuk.” You pecked his lips once more, wondering why you had waited so long to do so. If he had been telling the truth, and you knew he was, then he had been crushing on you as long as you had been on him.

“Yes ma’am.” He joked, mock saluting while leaning towards you to chase after your lips for another kiss. You complied, but then pressed a hand on his chest to lean back enough to give him a serious look.

“And if this is going to work, you have to stop being such a pest all the time. Tone it down a bit.” He nodded, grin widening at the mention of your relationship moving past the night. You smiled at him, leaning up to give him one more kiss before settling back into his side. “And I still get to pick the movie.”

Matt chuckled, but didn’t argue. Instead, he settled for pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He let this arm fall from around your shoulders to your waist, and you knew without looking at him that he was wearing a satisfied grin.

“Who’s going to tell our moms that they were right about us?” He spoke up after a moment, and you chuckled. You were as stubborn as Matt was, and neither of you were too excited to admit to anyone that you had been wrong about the fact that you’d end up with each other. You were even certain that Brady, Keith, and Taryn had a running bet about when you and Matt would get together.

As it turns out, neither of you would have to, because you fell asleep together on the couch and Chantal was the first to find you cuddled into her son's chest.

Just like she knew you always would.

[nightowlfandom]

Anime! Fictional! BTS x Real World! Reader- Welcome To My World~ Episode 1

HEY HEY! IM SO EXCITE! Btw who here plays BTS World? This is very loosely based off that.

I need to download it again tbh.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

Leggo!

...

What does it mean to escape? To get away. If it means leaving behind all you know, all you’ve been raised to know, all you’ve been led to believe, with just yourself and the clothes on your back. Scary, but thrilling. Terrifying, but inviting. Unbelievable, but definitely possible....

...

On a early Tuesday morning where the sun was barely grazing the orange sky, you sat by your windowsill. You were dreamily staring out into the halo that was a mixture of red and orange. The halo of greyish clouds matched your mood to a complete tee. The aesthetic beauty of nature wasn’t enough to make you smile or even blink twice, however. It was always like this though. Yet something about this scene made you go sour.

Releasing a sigh, you stepped away from the window, shutting the curtains. Another day, the same thing. All you could do was attempt to power through.

As you lazily pulled your shirt over your head, you had managed to dodge that annoying dog. The little brat wasn’t even yours, but your oh-so loving step-sister’s. He always had a affinity for making your room a hot mess.  Only yours in particular. 

“Get out of here you little-.” you chased the dog out of your room, slamming your door as it scurried off. “What did you screw up this time?” you curiously scanned the room. Everytime that little fluffy beast rammed his little head into your personal space, something would end up broken, ripped, shattered, or completely destroyed beyond repair. 

You almost screamed when you saw a familiar book cover on the floor. You instantly dropped to your knees, praying to yourself that it wasn’t true. The cover had a pretty violent looking rip along with the first few pages. 

Your absolute reason for waking up in the morning was tarnished. A signed cover of BTS Universe Issue #1. Probably your one and only favorite series on planet Earth. You gingerly picked up the book, trying to inspect it with hopes that the damage was minimal. As little as this was, you almost felt like crying. However there was no time, you needed to tape up the pages and fast! Who cares if you missed breakfast.

...

“Morning Y/N!” Your step-dad greeted you in the kitchen. “You were upstairs an awful long time, I was about to send your mother to see if you were still up playing that game of yours!” he smiled warmly.

“Thanks Mr. Chai.” you replied politely. “I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“You know...Y/N...you could call me Dad.” he set a plate down on the table. “I know I’m not your father, but I want to be the best father-figure for you because I know...you haven’t really had that.”

You had to stop yourself from saying anything else. You haven’t had the best parental relationship, and your new step-dad really was trying. Maybe it was just his daughter that drove you nuts.

“Thank you.” you replied, smiling. “...Dad.” you winked, making finger guns. “Geez! You made a lot of food for just the four of us”

“ Well you ain��t see muffin, yet!” he winked. “You and Nari have a busy day today. She auditioning and you, my friend....well I don’t know exactly what you have planned for the day.”

“I’ll tell you if we can skip the food related puns.” you sat down at the table. It was a rule that everyone waited for everyone else. Even though you had taken the extra time to repair your copy of BTS Universe, you had seemed to be the first person down the stairs. In all honesty, you were just going to hang out at the comic store until Nari called to tell you she was done.

“Hey now, Donut kill my vibe!” he continued, laughing. “I have a million more of these, come on. Don’t go bacon my heart, Y/N.”

“Good job Y/N, you’ve gotten him started.” You mom came down the stairs in her little blazer and pencil skirt. “Whatever will we do now.”

“He did it himself, the guy’s an animal! You married a wild child, mom.” you joked. “He might just be a serial killer.”

“Don’t you mean...cereal killer?” he held up a box of Raisin Bran to make his point. You could only shake your head as your mother and step-father laughed together. Food related humor so early in the morning had to mean today wasn’t going to be a horrible as it started, at least for you.

“WHERE ARE MY THIGH HIGH BOOTS!” you heard a screech from upstairs. “THEY BETTER NOT BE IN YOUR ROOM, Y/N!”

“...WHY WOULD I WANT TO WEAR YOUR SHOES!” you yelled back after taking in a deep breath. “NARI, IF I WANTED TO BREAK MY ANKLES, I’D HAUL MYSELF DOWN THE STAIRS.”

“When will you two get along?” your mom shook her head. “It’s been three years.” 

“We don’t not get along.” You shook your head. “Not my fault she’s difficult.”

“I can think of a few times you’ve been difficult yourself, young lady.” you mother pointed a stern finger at you. “Like when you locked yourself in the room to read that silly cartoon of yours.”

“It’s not silly.” you defended yourself.

“Oh come on!” Nari’s voice voice could be heard alongside some loud footsteps. “I think it’s cute to be honest. Y/N here actually has a hobby besides stalking celebrities online.”

“Shut up, Nari.” you grumbled. “And keep your dog out of my room! He ruined my signed copy of BTS Universe!”

“Dorie got out again?” she seethed, looking annoyed. “I really have to put a bell on that dog.”

“Yeah.” you sighed, you bummed mood returning. Everyone knew just how much you loved that edition. You kept in in a super special display case, you cleaned the case every week, you kept your other issues on their own bookshelf along with your figurine and digital visual novel editions of the series. You were even on the buyer’s list for the special early anime release. You LOVED this series. Not even Nari dared to disrespect something as important as that, and she loved getting under your skin.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find another one.” your mother set down a bowl of cereal in front of you along with a muffin. “Now eat, you have a big day today.”

“Yes mam.” you replied, helping yourself to some cereal.

“If you want, you can take a muffin or bagel with you.” your step dad said. 

“Dad! I can’t, I have to be super focused remember? Breakfast will just slow me down!” Nari scoffed.

“Not having breakfast will make it even worse, dummy. Dude, you’re gonna pass out on stage.” you threw a tiny cereal piece at her. “Eat something.”

“I’ll eat later, I just have my eye on the prize and nothing is going to stop me.” Nari stood up determined. 

“Will you at least eat some toast, crazy girl.” your mother said. “Y/N’s right, you need to at least have eaten something to calm your nerves. Y/N make sure Nari eats something before you two go your separate ways.”

“I’ll try, no promise.” you shrugged. “Nari, if you’re done, then get your stuff and let’s go.” You promptly finished your cereal and went to go back upstairs. “You got ten minutes.” 

“What’s her deal?” you could hear Nari ask, followed by an sudden whispering of your mom stating exactly what she thought was wrong with you. Your bet was on ‘everything’.

You walked back into your room, grabbing your purse from your desk. You eyed your taped up issue of BTS Universe #1. There was no way you were going to find another issue like that, and that damned dog just treated it like a loved toy. You grabbed your phone and shoved it into your purse. You went over to where the issue was and placed it on your desk. 

“NARI LET’S GO!” you shut the bedroom door behind you as you walked out the room. 

...

You sped to a stop outside the building. Nari was shaking in her shoes. She seemed hesitant to even open the door. 

“Call me when you’re finished so I can pick you up.” you said, getting ready to unlock the doors.

“You’re leaving me!?” Nari looked like she was about to explode.

“Hello?! It’s idol trainees only?” you raised an eyebrow. “I can’t go in there with you. Nari what’s the problem?”

“...Um...I’m nervous alright! I’m giving up almost everything and if I don’t get chosen...I’ll just prove my dad right. I need this.” she stared down at her hands. “I’m not used to being a reject. I don’t know how you-”

“You wanna leave here with two working legs, I suggest you don’t finished that sentence.” you cut her off. “I’m not a reject.”

“That’s not what I was gonna say. I’m saying I don’t know how you deal with nerves like this.” she looked like she was gonna pass out. 

“...You just do.” you nudged her shoulder. “You just go for it and hope. Go for it.”

“...Okay, I’ll try.” she opened the door. “...Thank you.” she stood up. “I’ll call you when I’m all set.” she shut the door. 

“I’ll literally be at the store around the corner.” you replied before driving off. You watched in the rear view as she took her sweet time going into the building. 

...(Later on)

You trudged behind Nari as she ran through the door. She seemed happy, so that must have meant the audition went well.

“I’m gonna take a nap.” you called to your mom and step-dad. “See you guys at dinner!”

You didn’t wait for them to reply before you closed the door. As you walked over to your bed, you noticed a disc laying on your bed. Just a random DVD. The closer you got, the font on the front got clearer.

“BTS World?” It didn’t look familiar in the slightest. “It’s called BTS Universe, Nice try Nari.” you wrote it off as a stupid prank by your oh-so-loving Step-Sister. It was only then you realized Nari was with you all day. 

You took another look at it, gently taking it in your hands. It looked like it was glowing. 

Call it curiosity, but you needed to know.

Your laptop was sitting at the edge of the bed, so you put the disc in. 

“State your name.” a voice came out of nowhere. 

“What?” you looked around in shock. The voice sounded like it came from right behind you.

“Please state your name.” the female robotic voice repeated. 

“Y/N.” 

“Are you sure that you want Y/N as your name?”

“Um Yes?” you raised an eyebrow. You still didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

“Would you like to start a new game? You don’t appear to have any saved filed under the name Y/N.”

Maybe you were sleepier than you thought, but you ran with it. “Yes.”

“Starting new game....now”

Your screen began glowing a bright blue, a vivid, saturated blue. It was like your screen had turned into a flashlight. 

“What the fu-” you suddenly stared at your hands, the very tips of your fingers turned pixelated. “MOM!!!” You tried to scream, only to have it come out in the form on an echo. You felt your feet leave the ground as tiny little pixels moved towards your computer. You could see the color draining from your walls, leaving everything white. It was like an earthquake ran through your room...only through your room.

Then...everything went dark.

...

(Why hello there...LET US PREPARE. I’m gonna go through with it this time, I swear on my bacon! The guys are coming next chappie!)

[catrasredemption-moved]

Catra's season 4 outfit gives me Shadow Weaver vibes - her right arm is covered while the left one is not. Just like SW has her poncho thingy wrapped only around her right arm. I don't know maybe I'm reaching but if she is trying to become some evil tyrant, she is probably emulating The evil she knows. What do you think?

Oh season 4 Catra is all kinds of vibing with Shadow Weaver. I actually have a lot to say about this that plays in with my “Catra isn’t a pretty abuse victim” meta, so buckle up lol.

Let’s start with a quote from Shadow Weaver:

“You remind me of myself. You always have.”

Yes, I know she was trying to manipulate Catra and try to show that they’re similar and Catra should help her, but that doesn’t automatically make it a lie. Catra is a lot like Shadow Weaver from her Light Spinner days - she wanted more power, she wanted to challenge the Horde, and no one would listen to her. Catra’s often in the same position of being overlooked or ignored, partially by Shadow Weaver’s doing, but it’s implied that people in the Horde don’t really think much of Catra until she becomes Force Captain, something she’d resigned herself to because of Adora.

Shadow Weaver seeing herself in Catra would also explain a lot about her treatment of Catra. Because she knows what lengths she went to for power, and Catra is fully capable of doing the same. How do you stop someone from seeking power? You put them down, you force them into situations they can’t win (like competing with Adora), you demean them, you make sure they never think they can accomplish anything. And Shadow Weaver did a damn good job at that until Hordak put the badge in Catra’s hand.

And just like Shadow Weaver, Catra eventually hits rock bottom. The fact that this is also because of Shadow Weaver is being put aside for now. Catra reaches a point where she has nothing left to lose, pushing her into her own position of “do this thing that’s dangerous and literally no one wants you to do” - pulling the lever.

Again, parallels here. Catra was disfigured in the portal, Shadow Weaver was disfigured using the spell of obtainment. Catra’s wasn’t permanent, thankfully, but she still covers up the reminder with the sleeve on her arm, just like Shadow Weaver covers herself to hide what the spell of obtainment did to her. Which is the answer to what you actually asked, but I’m going to keep going, if you don’t mind.

Catra definitely displays some very Shadow Weaver-esque behavior in season four,very much following the example of evil that she’s seen, with the yelling and verbal abuse at someone who sees her as an important figure in her life (Shadow Weaver was a parental figure to Catra, Catra was a best friend to Scorpia, in Scorpia’s mind), but I think the lowest point for Catra is when she literally repeats Shadow Weaver’s behavior, right down to her words, when she’s yelling at Lonnie, Kyle, and Rogelio 4x12:

“Get out!”

Yes, I know they’re common words, but the context of the scene is what, to me, parallels it with Shadow Weaver yelling at Adora and Catra in Promises. Catra’s backed up into the shadows, literally shrouded in darkness, yelling at people who at the very least used to be her squadmates (I believe Kyle thinks they were friends, but the reality of that statement is debatable), and threatening them. It seems oddly similar to the scene in Promises, doesn’t it? Catra’s finally risen to power, just like Shadow Weaver did. But she’s not happy. Because unlike Shadow Weaver, power was never what she wanted. But Shadow Weaver put the idea in her head, just like she gaslighted Adora in 1x01: “Is this not what you've wanted since you were old enough to want anything?” But Catra’s happiness is a discussion for another time.

Shadow Weaver basically built a perfect cycle of abuse with Catra - she abused Catra, who then went on to emulate her abuser by repeating all her actions and mistakes. Left unchecked, Catra probably would have just spiraled further down that hole of misery.

But Catra breaks the cycle. She makes a conscious choice to do “one good thing” in her life, with every intention of dying on Horde Prime’s ship. And when she doesn’t die, she actively works on being a better person. Which does not go unnoticed by Shadow Weaver, who tries to pull Catra back down to her level:

“At least you admit she’s evil.” “You’re one to talk, aren’t you?”

But Catra has Adora to hold her back now, to keep her grounded. And Shadow Weaver is alone in her little abuse circle. The girls she raised have teamed up and turned on her, there’s no place for her in the Rebellion, no place in the Horde, no place in Etheria.

Which leads us to Shadow Weaver sacrificing herself. Actually, rewind back to her arguing with Catra in the Whispering Woods and basically repeating the Glimmer/Catra scene on Prime’s ship:

“Do something good with [magic] for once and help me save Adora before it’s too late!”

And Shadow Weaver actually listens. Sure, this is her chance to go out as “a hero”, but her presence there at all is because of Catra. If Shadow Weaver had her way, she’d have been getting wine drunk back at the rebellion cave. But Catra dragged her out, Catra backed her into a corner, and Catra made her do something. Catra proved that she could actually rise above Shadow Weaver’s abuse and be a better person.

Which brings me back to another Shadow Weaver quote:

“It's too late for me. But you, this is only the beginning for you.”

Again, probably just her trying to be manipulative one last time, but I think there’s some truth to the words. Shadow Weaver has always been self-serving and thinking about ways to save herself, screw everyone else. But she knows there’s nowhere for her in a post-war world, so what the hell, might as well go out with a bang. Alternatively, she could’ve just left Catra to die (as one might expect), and harness the power of the Heart while she was right there, alone with it, and just run. I’m sure she could’ve found a way to make herself an appealing asset to Horde Prime, at least long enough to get off Etheria and find another planet to terrorize with her newfound powers.

And I know people are going to argue and say she was straight up being manipulative, but to what end? I absolutely believe her final words were a mind fuck - the “you’re welcome” combined with taking off her mask and showing her true face pretty much screamed “this is who she really is, don’t forget that.” It’s the “It’s too late for me” that gets me. She is fully recognizing that she has fucked up beyond repair, and not at all apologetic about it, but she also proceeds to go back on the earlier parallels she drew between herself and Catra. Catra hasn’t fucked up beyond repair yet. Catra broke the cycle. Catra had a chance at a new life, better than the one she had in the Horde, and a chance to be a better person. “This is only the beginning for you” might be the most sincerest words she ever said, to the person she was so sure she had broken.

Wow this got way off track. Anyway, yeah, I think there are some clear parallels between Catra, especially in season four, and Shadow Weaver. And it’s fascinating to think about how that dynamic plays out.

[rpf-bat]

Singing Songs That Make You Slit Your Wrists

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Written for Gothtober 2020, Day 8: “From Inside”.

Linkin Park invites you, and the other members of My Chemical Romance, to join them on the Projekt Revolution Tour. But, when their song, reduces Frank to tears, you realize that something is wrong. He confides in you, about his heartbreak. 

You sat in the dressing room, at the back of the venue, feeling sweaty and exhausted, but good. You and the guys had played a killer set tonight. The fans had loved it. 

“Where’s Frank?” you asked, sipping on your water bottle. 

“I think he went to go watch Linkin Park’s set,” Ray replied, wiping his face on a towel. 

“Oh, okay,” you nodded. “I might go watch them play, too.” 

Linkin Park were the headliners on this tour, so their set came after yours. They were a really talented band. You were honored that they had asked My Chemical Romance, to open for them. They were really great guys to hang out with, too. 

You left the dressing room, and began walking towards the stage. You found Frank, just behind the curtain. Beyond the back of his head, you could see the band rocking out. They were facing the crowd, so their backs were to you. But, Mike and Chester’s voices, still reverberated off the walls. You could hear, that they were in the middle of a song off their second album - “From The Inside”: 

Trying not to break, but I’m so tired of this deceit

Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet

All I ever think about is this, all the tiring time between

And how trying to put my trust in you, just takes so much out of me

Take everything from the inside, and throw it all away

‘Cause I swear, for the last time, I won’t trust myself with you

I won’t waste myself on you!

As the instrumentals kicked in, Frank punched the wall. The drywall crumbled under his fist. 

“Hey!” you gasped. “What are you doing?” 

“Y-Y/N?!”

Frank’s head whipped around, when he heard the sound of your voice. When he turned to you, you saw that his face was streaked with tears. 

“Frank?” you blinked. “What’s wrong?”  There’s no way that he’s getting so emotional, just because of the song….

“Nothing’s wrong!” Frank insisted, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “Just...go away!”

“I won’t go away!” you insisted. “You’re not the type, to get all weepy for no reason. Tell me what’s going on.” 

“She deceived me, Y/N.” Frank rambled. “I can’t trust her...all my love was totally wasted on her.” 

“Who are you talking about?” you asked gently, putting a supportive hand on his shoulder. 

“My girlfriend,” Frank explained. “She’s cheating on me.” 

“Oh my god,” you gaped, “are you serious? How do you know?” 

“I...I just found out, tonight,” Frank stammered, beginning to cry again. “I left the dressing room, because I didn’t want you guys to see me like this. But, the song just made me feel even worse….” 

“Sssh, it’s okay,” you soothed him, pulling him into a hug. He buried his head in your shoulder.  “Frankie, you’ve got eyeliner all over your face. Let me take you back to the dressing room, and get you cleaned up, okay?”

“....O-Okay,” Frank sniffled, his voice muffled against your jacket.

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“....Where did the others go?” Frank wondered, as you reentered the back room. 

“I think they said, they were going to go hang out with Mindless Self Indulgence,” you recalled. You grabbed your box of makeup wipes, off the vanity. “Will you come here, please?” 

Frank walked over, and sat on the stool, by the mirror. You grabbed a wipe out of the pack, and gently began to wipe at his face. The black tire tracks were all over his cheeks. How long was he crying, you wondered, before I found him out there?

“I look like shit,” Frank said glumly. “I’m pathetic…”

“You’re not pathetic,” you assured him, wiping the last of the makeup away. “Look - you’re all better now.” 

“Thanks,” Frank sighed. “I’m glad it was you, at least, who caught me crying like a girl, and not Gerard, or Ray.” 

“I doubt that they would have made fun of you for it,” you pointed out. 

“I know they wouldn’t,” Frank shrugged. “But….fuck, Y/N. I’m a mess.” 

You pulled him into another hug, and he just sat there for a second, clinging to you for comfort. He smelled like sweat and cigarette smoke. That shouldn’t have been an attractive combination - but, you found yourself inhaling it deeply.

“....You know my friend Shaun, right?” Frank said, pulling away at last. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “He’s from the same hometown as you, right?”

“Right,” Frank explained. “So, I got a text from him, right when we came offstage, earlier. He went to the drive-in movie theater, in Newark, tonight, to see the new Halloween remake.”

“And, then what happened?” you asked.

“He looked at the next car over,” Frank went on, “and that’s when he saw her! He sent me a picture.”

Frank fumbled in his pocket, for his cell phone. He flipped it open, and held it up to you, so you could view Shaun’s picture message. The image was grainy, but you could clearly make out the face of Frank’s girlfriend. She was passionately kissing a man in the passenger’s seat. 

“Oh my god!” your eyes widened, as you stared at the evidence. “Who the hell is he?” 

“I don’t know,” Frank said miserably, “but he sure as hell ain’t me.”

“So, she’s macking on some other guy, while you’re away, on tour?!” you realized. “Frank….I’m so sorry….” 

“How could she do this to me?” Frank sobbed. “Why wasn’t I good enough for her?” 

“Hey, hey - you’re good enough,” you assured him, holding him again. “She’s the one, who doesn’t deserve you.” 

Frank jerked away from you, grabbing for his phone again.

“.....Should I call her?” he asked hesitantly. “Should I tell her that I know what she did?” 

“Yeah, I think you should confront her about it directly,” you advised. “I mean, it’s clear as day.” 

“This is the type of conversation that I would prefer to have face to face,” Frank frowned. 

“Yeah, but we won’t be home for another two weeks,” you reminded him. “You can’t just ignore it, until then.”

“The tour was almost over, damnit,” Frank swore. “I….I was really looking forward to seeing her when I got back, and spending more time with her. Now...it’s like, I’m not sure, if I ever want to see her again.”

“Then, tell her that,” you urged him. “I’ll be right here, by your side, okay?”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Frank said softly, taking your hand, as he dialed her number. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, as the phone rang. 

“Hi, Frankie!” said an oblivious voice, when she picked up. “How are you, baby?” 

“Don’t baby me,” Frank snapped. “I know what you did!” 

“What are you talking about, sweetie?” the whore asked innocently. 

“Shaun saw you at the movies, you two-timing trash!” Frank scowled. “How….how could you?!”

“Oh, yeah, I went to the movies, with my cousin,” she lied. 

“Oh, really?” Frank scoffed. “You like to stick your tongue in your cousin’s mouth?” 

“Shaun needs to learn that snitches get stitches!” she snapped. “Fine, he ain’t my cousin. But, he didn’t mean anything to me, Frankie, honest. You’re my number one.” 

“If I’m not your one and only, I don’t want to be jack shit to you!” Frank cried. 

“What, so, you’re breaking up with me?” his girlfriend asked. “Come on….please forgive me, baby! I swear it won’t happen again!” 

“Yeah, it will,” Frank said miserably. “People like you never change....I thought I could trust you. But, this is what you do, behind my back?!” 

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t go disappearing, for months at a time, then!” the girlfriend screamed back at him. “A girl’s got needs!” 

“All I need,” Frank growled, “is for you to lose my number - you and I are through!” 

He hurled at the phone at the wall, in a fit of rage. The screen shattered, when it made impact with the cement. 

“Fuck!” Frank cried. “Fuck, I’m so stupid!” 

“It’s okay,” you said quickly, “Screens are easy to fix.  We can probably take it to a repair shop tomorrow, before we get back on the tour bus, and move on to the next city. Or, we could just get you a whole new phone…”

“I don’t care about the phone,” Frank said, sinking to the floor. “Just..leave it.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, already handing it back to him. 

“Yeah, just set it down,” Frank said, putting his head in his hands. “I….I’m stupid, for trusting her. I thought she really loved me.” 

You put the phone on the counter, and sat down beside him. 

“Frank, I’m so sorry that she did this to you,” you said sincerely, putting an arm around him. “You don’t deserve it.”

“What if I do, though?” he said sadly, letting his head slump against your shoulder. “I mean, she’s right. I’m never at home.” 

“She knew what you did for a living, when she decided to date you,” you reminded him. “You’re a musician. You’re going to tour a lot. There’s nothing that you can do about that.” 

“But, when I was home, I was good to her,” Frank sniffled. “I worked so hard, to show her that I cared. When the album went platinum, I even bought her a car.” 

“And she chose to screw some other guy, in the backseat?” you spat, revolted. “She really is a whore, Frank. She was probably just after your money, in the first place.” 

“.....You don’t think she ever loved me, at all?” Frank asked. The thought seemed to make him even more depressed. Tears began to well up in his eyes again. 

“...Fuck,” you swore, realizing you’d inadvertently twisted the knife. “Fuck, Frank, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” 

He started wiping his eyes on his sleeves again. 

“Here,” you offered, pulling a handkerchief from your pocket. “Use this instead.” 

“....Thanks, Y/N,” Frank said, taking it, and blowing his nose. “Thank you for being here for me, for that….breakup call. Fuck….it’s really over…..”

“It is,” you nodded, “But, that’s probably for the best. You don’t want to be, with a person who treats you that way.” 

Without warning. Frank dove into your lap, burying his face into your shirt, as he began to cry harder. You held him tight, and gently stroked his dark hair. 

“.....What if nobody else ever wants me?” he sobbed. “Why aren’t I lovable?”

“You’re lovable,” you whispered into his ear. “Frankie, any girl would be lucky to have you!” 

The truth was, you’d had a crush on him, for the longest time. But, you knew he was already taken, so you’d never acted on these feelings.  You told yourself, you were fine just being friends. Secretly, you’d been so jealous of his girlfriend...but, you thought he was happy with her. You didn’t want to mess that up for him. 

But, tonight, you considered, she messed it up, all on her own. Now..he’s a single man….

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better, Y/N,” Frank frowned. “The truth is….I’m nothing special.”

“That’s not true at all!” you insisted. “You’re an amazingly talented guitarist….you’re a kind person, and you’re fun to be around. You’re honest, and loyal, and….and, god, you’re so handsome….” 

“I’m handsome?” Frank repeated. He picked his head up, and looked you in the eyes. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, blushing. “Your hair looks so good, since you started growing it out. And I love the tank top you wore onstage tonight….it shows off the tattoos, on those muscley arms. When you started licking the microphone….I swear to god, I almost dropped my sticks.” 

“Really?” Frank chuckled. It was the first time that you had seen him smile, all evening. “You thought it was sexy?”

“Yeah….,” you breathed. “I think you’re sexy, Frank. I always have. If I had you….I would never dream of kissing anyone else.” 

“Then, have me,” Frank whispered. He leaned in, and closed the distance between you. You tasted the salt, of the tears, on his lips. And yet, the kiss was so sweet. 

You pulled him closer, deepening the kiss, and winding your fingers into his hair. Was this real? 

He pulled away after a moment, gasping for breath. 

“Promise me,” he panted. “Promise me, you’ll never hurt me, like she did. Promise me you’ll always be true.”

“I promise,” you vowed. “Frankie, I’ve wanted you forever….I’ll be yours ‘til the end.”

This was exactly what he needed to hear. He crashed into you again, harder this time. You kissed him, and kissed him, until your lips felt sore. You would show him exactly how loved he was - even if took you all night long.

[fallout-drabbles-n-stuff]

(Romanced) Companions baby-sitting Shaun for the first time.

(They didn't really have to be romanced for this one but it just seemed like a nice sentiment.)

Cait:

She really doesn’t mean anything by it, but the first time you leave her and Shaun alone she is fantastically scared. Be it because shaun is a synth or just because the weight of the responsibility suddenly sits on her shoulders. She quickly realizes that this alone time with Shaun is very valuable though. A piece of her even becomes strangely sympathetic, realizing the kid probably just wanted to have a complete family with his mommy/daddy and her. So before she even knows what’s going on, she finds herself playing in the makeshift backyard outside your house with Shaun and dog meat, finding true happiness.

Curie:

Curie is automatically elated at even the thought getting to spend some quality time with the boy. Though she was careful, she considered Shaun her son from the moment you introduced him to her. Let’s be honest, Curie is a natural at taking care of the boy. Probably the best to be honest. They have a really good time, playing an old blast radius board game you found and so on. Shaun can’t help but behave with her too, even going to bed with no fuss the second the little synth mentions bed time. Overall him and Curie go together really well, alleviating any past apprehensions you may have had about leaving him with the scientist.

Danse:

The notion of being left alone with his adopted son scared Danse more than anything. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to bond with the child, after all Danse was rather quick to consider him his own, his anxiety was more or less caused by the fear of screwing up something. Yeah, he has interacted with the squires on the airship before but none of them were his. What if he runs out of things to talk about? What if Shaun starts misbehaving? God forbid Shaun somehow got hurt, what the hell was he doing to do? Sure he knew how to dress wounds and such but admitting something like that happened under his watch? The thought made the Paladin want to tear his hair out. Much to Danse’s relief, his fears were for naught. Shaun really likes danse, asking his new father all about his power armor and his laser rifles and..well, anything the young boy could think of. This made Danse very happy. By the time you got home, Danse was in the garage with the young boy- teaching him all about how to repair lord knows what and getting Shaun to hand him tools as he demonstrated.

Deacon:

Surprising both himself and you, him and Shaun quickly become besties in their bonding time. Being left alone with the spy was actually really good for Shaun, and Deacon. Though he wouldn’t admit it, Deacon was scared to get too attached to your son, scared to accept him as his own but now? He couldn’t imagine it any other way. They played hide and seek, pulled some tasteful pranks on poor unsuspecting settlers and over all just had a really good time.

Gage:

In all honesty, Gage was scared shitless. If not for the strangeness or taking care of a child for the first time in his life, it was also the vulnerability of being left alone for the kid to judge him. Without you there as a buffer...Surely his adoptive son couldn’t think too highly of his “pa” being a raider..could he? The thought of him disapproving of gage made the old raider hurt in a way he both didn’t like nor think he was capable of hurting. So because of this, Gage is pretty grumpy at first, rather to stay at an arms distance. However it only takes an hour or so of shaun’s wide puppy eyes, much like his parent’s, for gage to fall weak. After this, good luck finding either one of them because Gage is totally taking Shaun around the park to ride some of the rides.

Hancock:

In theory, Hancock thought it would be super easy..and well, it kind of was. Though he didn’t have much experience with taking care of young kids, he was still compassionate and at the very least- entertaining. This definitely worked in Hancock’s favor the first time he babysits the newest addition to your little family. Figuring it would be a good pass time, he takes Shaun around his city, making sure to acquaint him with all the “upstanding” citizens so they all know not to fuck with the kid. His kid. Needless to say, everyone quickly loves Shaun.

Macready:

He wasn’t that perturbed, more or less just wondering how in the world he was going to manage to watch both Shaun and Duncan without them teaming up and pulling one over on him. His fears were perfectly justified though, seeing as when you came home you found both the little boys laughing as Macready frantically tried to clean up an absolutely wrecked house.

Yes, they both got into some serious trouble. Macready never wants to be left without backup ever again.

Maxson:

(Just assuming he doesn't know he's a synth/ maybe a slight canon divergence? Like maybe Shaun actually ends up being Shaun and father is someone else?? I don't know..because it wouldn't go over smoothly if shaun was a synth no matter what.)

He's pretty good at this whole babysitting thing, remembering the many people who took care of him and what their were methods with crystal clarity. Granted, his previous caretakers were all soldiers. However, even though Shaun isn't technically his blood and doesn't have his last name, he is your son and that was good enough for Arthur. Plus, he figured it would be good practice for whenever you and him managed to finally make heirs. Seeing as Maxson wanted to do his best to acclimate Shaun into the brotherhood way of life, he'd take the precious bonding opportunity quite enthusiastically. It went beyond him just wanting Shaun to know his organization better though, truthfully, Arthur wanted to impress the young boy. Even more than that, Maxson wanted to let Shaun know that no matter what, he'd be there to protect him. That all being said, Arthur is still pretty awkward, not wanting to mess it up. He really tries though, taking Shaun around the airship, familiarizing the boy with his new family, answering any questions he may have about basically anything,

What he doesn't know is Shaun is impressed with him already, not because he is the leader of some crazy metal loving army.

As soon as Shaun makes that clear though, you can expect to come home to a teary eyed Maxson hugging a confused, but happy Shaun. Later on when the child's asleep, Arthur even slips up and begins referring to him as his own son...which makes you very happy.

Nick:

Deciding it would be for the best, he takes the synth boy to the agency- getting a little help from ellie. However he takes his duty very seriously, keeping his synthetic eyes practically glued on his boy. That being said, Shaun behaves especially well for the old detective, spinning around in one of the office chairs as his adoptive dad sorts out some old case files.

Old longfellow:

He was a little apprehensive at first but he knew that the time was bound to come. Luckily he already has an entire day planned out for him and his “son”. Much to shaun’s delight, Longfellow brings him out to the water and teaches him how to fish. The two of them don’t catch anything for a while, more so just enjoying each other’s company and chatting away. However Longfellow couldn’t help but be proud when Shaun caught some fish, far too small to eat but that didn’t matter. He was still so proud. To celebrate, he even gave the young boy a beer with a wink and a “don’t tell yer mom/dad.”.

Piper:

Much like Mac, Piper had both the disadvantage and advantage of also having another child under your roof. Though Nat wasn’t her child, she always cared for her little sister like she was so Piper didn’t exactly fear having to care for a kid. Unlike Mac, the additional kid in her care wasn’t mischievous. So, as much as she hate to admit it, Nat was the one that kept Shaun in line, all while Piper tentatively kept a watchful gaze on the two.

Preston:

Thanks to occasionally taking care of exhausted settler’s children, Preston wasn’t entirely in the dark when it came to taking care of Shaun. Sure, the first time being left alone with his “son” still made him a little nervous..but he’d do anything to make the boy happy. With that being said, providing it’s a chilly night, he’ll build a fire and tell Shaun all kinds of lovely campfire stories and roast some s’mores.

X6-88:

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that him and Shaun get along swimmingly, having known each other before you even found your son. So, X6 was a natural at caring for Shaun, with or without you present. Plus Shaun knows better than to act up with him, as well as they get along, x6 has none of it. Nonetheless, they are so totally partners in crime. Much to your surprise, you’ll likely come home to find the evidence of what appears to be a massive prank war. Shaun passed out on the couch with shaving cream on his face and X6 with mysteriously fuchsia hair.