#then i turn and see my sister's face and she is

[bigfatbreak]

It's so cool to see a fellow Kanata Kara fan! It's criminal how little attention it has. I think that the Chimos are really neat, and the Gray Bird Tribe sisters have my heart. What are your favorite parts?

Ps, I also really love all of your mlb comics. Every time I read & reread them, I feel like I'm turning over a favorite rock to see a new awesome side of it.

as someone who's really into the Isekai genre, its legitimately the BEST ONE I'VE EVER READ. Noriko, our intrepid protagonist, literally not even speaking the language of the new world she's in is honestly my favorite part! She's so god damn cute!!

babygirl blind seer Geeta and her "all fumbles" dad Agol are ALSO so cute!!

Izark is also regrettably incredibly hot and we LOVE an overpowered but highly empathetic male protag who's got the social prowess of a deer released into an amusement park

the side characters are also SO charming and recognizable, and have their own distinct personalities to the point that later on, you'll see some familiar faces!

I love that the little psychic animals Chimo are introduced by an antagonist and we spend the story initially thinking they're a force of evil, before meeting some being properly cared for and its like oh no they're just gerbils who are psychic type ok

the gray birds fuck severely, all my homies love the gray birds, ESPECIALLY the twin girlies they FUCK SEVERELY AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN

I love that some of the antags turn into protags!! we fucking LOVE Barago. BAR A GOOOO BAR A GOOOO

listen man this is me pitching this series. its so good. i just love it so much. its simple, its clean cut, the characters are all unique, the premise is simple for what it is, and our protagonist doesn't have any superpowers other than wanting to try her very best at all times. its so god damn good

[setmeatopthepyre]

mystery monday (more phosphorescence pothos fic) part 1 | part 2 <- follows directly after this

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“No, come on, listen. You saw him on that call, you-- you must have noticed. He wasn't okay. How was he suddenly just... fine, just a few weeks later? It was like he'd-- he'd forgotten about me, Chim.”

“Look, Buck...” Chimney is looking at him kindly, and Buck hates it. Chim jokes and doesn't take him too seriously, that's what he does, that's what Buck's used to from his brother-in-law. But this isn't joking. This is just the... the not-taking-him-seriously part. “I know this has been a really tough situation for you...”

“It-It's not because he broke my heart, alright?” Buck says, suddenly angry, frustrated, getting to his feet. “It's not. There's something wrong with him. Can't-- Can't you just, talk to him? See for yourself?”

Chimney's gotten to his feet now, too. Maybe in an attempt to even the playing field, keep Buck from towering over him, not that standing up does him much good in that regard. Buck feels a little guilty, but he can't-- he can't sit down, can't sit still right now. He begins to make his way to the kitchen. Turns. “Wait, have you talked to him at all?”

Chim crosses his arms over his chest. “Honestly? Not really. We texted a few times, right after... you know.”

“He dumped me?” Buck says flatly, feet carrying him forward. He helps himself to a glass of water.

“Yeah.” Chim says hesitantly, trails after him into the kitchen. “That. So, not recently.”

Buck can feel the way he's being watched, resolutely doesn't turn to face him yet, takes a second to let this-- this irritation subside. If Chimney would just believe him, if he'd just understand--

“Okay,” Chimney says. “Yes, fine. If you think that will help, I'll... I'll give Tommy a call. Okay?”

“Yeah?” He turns now, takes a few steps closer, trying to gauge if Chimney actually believes him, or...

“Of course,” Chim replies. “That's what brothers are for, right?” He gives Buck a pat on his shoulder, as though trying to really lay the brother thing on thick. as if Buck won't notice he's still looking at him like he's someone to be concerned about as he does it.

..

So it doesn't surprise Buck when Maddie spontaneously drops by the firehouse the next day, because she just so happened to be in the area.

“Don't listen to her, she's here for me,” Buck says with a sigh, earning him a round of raised eyebrows from everyone but Chimney, who has his best (worst) poker face on. He had cornered Chimney earlier that morning to check if he'd talked to Tommy yet, but apparently Tommy hadn't answered because he was on shift, which is fine, though Buck knows Tommy is perfectly capable of picking up the phone when he's on shift as long as he isn't actively on a call. But. Whatever. Chimney will try again later, and until then... Buck is apparently being babysat.

“I'm here for all of you,” Maddie retorts before sing-songing, “I brought fancy coffees!”

“Maddie Han, you are an angel. You should ditch your lousy husband and run away with me,” Chimney croons, accepting the cup she offers him. Buck sticks to where he's leaning against the rig, waiting for his sister to finish her little charade so she can corner him and look at him with those-- those big brown worried eyes, and tell him she knows it's tough but isn't it time he thought about moving on? He'd shot his shot, he'd texted Tommy. If he hadn't responded, then, well...

He should take the hint.

Buck knows that. He just... can't. Not when something so very clearly isn't right.

Even if he's the only one who seems to notice.

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[antinousletmehit]

what if. What. What if like. A daughter of Odysseus reader and Antinous had a kid together? How would everyone around them react?

(THIS IS MY FIRST TIME EVER SENDING YOU AN ASK HELLO HI I LOVE ALL OF YIUR ANTINOUS CONTENT THATMAN IS. SOMETHING. SO SORRY IF MY REQUEST MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE)

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Odysseus’ Reaction:

🐗- Absolute, world ending fury. The second he hears the news, he nearly crushes his goblet in his grip. The same man who insulted his home, harassed his wife, and tried to steal his throne is now the father of his grandchildren?

🐗— He storms through the palace, his voice echoing through the halls as he demands to know how this happened. Why did his daughter—his own flesh and blood—choose that man?

🐗—-If Antinous is anywhere in sight, Odysseus grabs him by the tunic and glares daggers into his soul. He probably threatens to kill him on the spot.

🐗—But when the child is born, something shifts. He stares at the small bundle in his arms, and his rage falters. This child has his blood too. No matter how much he despises Antinous, this baby is innocent.

🐗—- That doesn’t mean he suddenly likes Antinous, though. Every time he sees him, he gives him that silent, deadly glare that says “I haven’t forgiven you.”

Penelope’s Reaction:

🧶— When she first hears the news, she sighs deeply and rubs her temples. She loves her daughter, but this? This is going to be a mess.

🧶—She’s not angry exactly—more exhausted. She already had to deal with one suitor problem. Now there’s another mini one in her family?

🧶—- But she’s wise enough to understand that love doesn’t always make logical sense. If her daughter is happy, she won’t interfere.

🧶—-The moment her grandchild is born, she’s one of the first to hold them. She kisses their forehead and whispers, “Poor thing, you’ll have quite the brute for a father.”

Telemachus’ Reaction:

🐺—He is SEETHING. When his sister tells him she’s having Antinous’ child, he almost chokes.

🐺—-“Are you joking? Out of ALL the men in Greece, you chose HIM?”

🐺— He refuses to be in the same room as Antinous for a long time. Every time they cross paths, he looks one step away from drawing his sword.

🐺— He’s insanely protective over his sister, so the thought of Antinous being her husband boils his blood.

🐺— However, when the baby is born, his rage crumbles just a little. He begrudgingly holds his niece/nephew and mutters, “Fine. But if they turn out like their father, I’m blaming you.”

🐺—- He secretly spoils the kid a lot, teaching them how to fight, sneaking them sweets, and glaring at Antinous whenever he tries to parent.

Antinous as a Father:

🍷—The smuggest father in all of Greece. He walks around with his child in his arms like he’s the proudest man alive.

🍷—- He loves rubbing it in Odysseus’ and Telemachus’ faces. “Guess the royal family just couldn’t resist my charm, huh?”

🍷—-If the baby has any of his features, he won’t shut up about it. “See that? My strong jaw. My sharp nose. Clearly, they’re going to be a heartbreaker like their father.”

🍷—-But despite his arrogance, he’s actually super protective. If anyone so much as looks at his child wrong, he’s throwing hands. He adores his partner and kids, even if his parenting style is a bit weird. He lets them get away with too much and encourages their bratty side just to annoy Odysseus.

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 14

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

Daniel Ricardo x Norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

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yn

liked by carlossainz, landonorris, danielriccardo and 839.547 others

yn an idiot, fav people, and visiting my private chef 🦋

*tagged maxfewtrell, landonorris, carlossainz*

maxfewtrell Can you stop posting these horrible pictures of me?😭

yn why would I do that?

maxfewtrell cause you like me?

yn HAHAHAHA

maxfewtrell 😐

carlossainz private chef, sure hermosa.

yn you love me

carlossainz sure, whatever you say

yn ☹️☹️

lando carlos.

carlossainz yes, yes I love you.

yn 😊😊

user isn’t yn’s boyfriend a bit weirded out that she’s always hanging around Fewtrell?

user why would he? He’s lando’s best friend and has his own gf

user do you know their lore? Everyone thought they were dating when they were younger. HE LITERALLY KISSED HER HEAD ALL THE TIME

user oh. yeah but still, maybe they see each other as siblings. Lando also does that w her

user hm..

alexandrasaintmleux 🤍

user I love the norris duo + carlos dynamic

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“You wanna tell us what happened now, or are we gonna sit in silence?” Kelly said, raising an eyebrow. Alexandra nods “Yeah? Did he say anything? Do we have to ask one of the boys to run him over?” You laugh “No Alex, please don’t run him over”

“Alright, then spill” She claps in her hands. You just blush and look down “Oh my god, you did it” “She did what?” Kelly asked confused “It” Alex says, making a ‘catch up’ face.

“Oh, Oh!” Kelly’s eyes widened “That’s good, right?” You hide your face in your hands “How was it?” Alex teased “Alexxxx” You whine “Just a yes or no, then I’ll leave you alone” She chuckled “Yeah” You say quietly, still hiding your face “Then that’s great”

“Yes, I agree. As long as you’re happy, this is amazing” Kelly smiles and so does Alex. Alex looks behind you and her smile falls “Why is he here again?” You turn around and see Daniel, Lando and Max walking towards you. Max looks like he’d be happier if he was in a pool full of piranhas while Lando talks enthusiastically with Daniel.

Before Max can sit next to you, Daniel pulls out the chair and sits down. You try to scoot away unnoticeable. Lando sits next to Daniel, making Max sit away the farthest from you.

Alex and Kelly give you a look, which you return. Daniel finally turns to the three of you “Hello lady’s” “Daniel” Kelly is the only one who acknowledged him, while you and alex set up fake smiles.

You feel max’s eyes on you and you look at him, feeling yourself relax just a tiny bit. You give him a little smile that he returns.

“So? How’s it going?” Daniel asks in the round “Good.” Alexandra answers with a sharpness that he didn’t miss. Kelly nods along and Daniel’s eyes land on you “Great. Me and my boyfriend have been spending quite some time together, actually” You smile.

Lando shoots you a look that you ignore “How about you Daniel? Anything interesting happened since you’re unemployed?” The sharpness in your voice was obvious too.

“Yn.” Lando hisses “What? It’s just a question?” You shrug “He asked, I answered and asked the same question. It’s fine.” Before you could respond, two shadows appeared next to you “Hey guys.”

Oscar says, lily waving into the round “Could I steal the girls?” Lily asked, making the three of you get up. You wave to Lando and wink at Max, who’s cheeks turn light pink.

After the four of you left, Oscar looks at max “Could I borrow max? I wanted to talk to him about something and Mom wanted to see him” Lando nods unsure. Max gets up and walks away with oscar.

When they’re out of ear reach for Lando and Daniel, Oscar sighs “You okay?” Max nods “Yeah, why?” “Daniel is being a dick and sits next to your girlfriend.” Max head snaps to Oscar “What?”

“I’m not stupid, and neither is lily. We probably figured it out before you two did. Which wasn’t that hard tho.” Oscar shrugs “Come on. Let’s meet the others.”

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As Oscar and Max round the corner to the Ferrari hospitality, Kelly, Alexandra and charles, lily and nicole, max and kelly and you sit there. You sit up once you see Max, but keep it down. Lily had obviously told you three the same thing.

Max sat down next to you “Rescue mission accomplished” Lily laughed and high fives oscar.

“Rescue mission? You two are crazy” You chuckle “You looked absolutely miserable over there, what else were we supposed to do?” Lily shrugged.

“I have no idea, Thank you tho” You smile at her, which she returns. You see max fidget with his fingers. You lean a bit closer, lowering your voice only for him to hear “Everything okay?” He smiles at you “I’m okay.”

You raise an eyebrow, not believing a word he’s saying. But before you can interrogate him any further, someone is calling your name. It’s Lando.

He’s coming towards you and the group, without Daniel. He stops and waves into the group “I need my sister for a moment” “Can’t that wait?” “No” “I’ll tell them either way afterwards, so spill.” “You don’t want me to do that.”

“Lando.” “No, really.” He gives you a look. You sigh and get up “I’ll be right back”

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“So what is it?” You ask him once he pulled you into a quiet corner “What was that earlier? Did you ask them to get you two away?” “No. We talked and then sat down with oscar’s mom and with Max. It had nothing to do with you.” “I’m not talking about me”

“Neither Daniel.” “I don’t believe you. I mean, I talked to him. I don’t think he means any harm anymore” You raise your eyebrows “Lando, he hates max and doesn’t want us together. That was his goal all along.”

“No he didn’t mean it” “Lando, he’s in love with me.” “Yeah but he isn’t gonna harm your and max’s relationship” “You’re so gullible, Lando.” You clench your jaw and walk away from him, tears welling up in your eyes.

You walk with quick steps back to the group. Alex sits up as soon as she sees you “Hey? What’s wrong?” Her face scrunched into concern. Max’s head snaps to you and he also sits up.

You don’t say anything and grab your purse and jacket. Before you can stop it, one tear rolls down your cheek and Max is up in an instant “Hey, hey what’s wrong” One hand comes to rest on your back.

A sob escaped you and Max immediately wraps you into his embrace. His hand cradles your head. Max gets up “Let’s go into my drivers room, nobody needs to meddle” Max walks with you in his arms after max.

He opened the door to his drivers room but steps aside to let you two in. Max nods thankful and max closed the door after you two and leaves back to the group.

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Once you calmed down, Max held you hands in his hands “What happened?” “He’s believing Daniel” You sniff “Oh baby” His thumb gently caressed your cheek “What did Daniel say?” “I’m not sure. But he believes that Daniel means no harm”

Max laughs “Sure, and i’m driving for redbull” He scoffs but his gaze softens once it lands back on you. “If there is one thing I learned in the last few weeks, then that we can’t care what others think. Look what it almost cost us. It’s just us against them.” He says with a warm smile.

You nod “His support is great, but we don’t need his approval or anything else to work. Okay?” “Okay” He wipes away the remaining dampness on your cheeks and presses a kiss to your temple, his arms once again pulling you into his chest.

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yn added to their story

[cap1: 10/10 sleep quality,would recommend arm pillow | cap2: 💐❤️]

alexandrasaintmleux: Did you fall asleep during the race?😂

yn after that cry session, yes 😂

alexandrasaintmleux on a serious note, don’t let it get to you. It’s not worth stressing over 🤍

yn I know, we talked about it 🤍🤍

franciscagomez cutie 😂❤️

yn 😘❤️

user still soft launch 🫠

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f1gossip

f1gossip Yn norris has been spotted around the redbull hospitality yesterday. Fans have spotted her watching the race from there with Max Verstappen’s Girlfriend, Kelly Piquet and Max Fewtrell, who is her brothers best friend. Is once again trouble between the norris duo?

user with Max? First they rip each other’s heads off and now they’re going against Lando? Sounds fake to me.

user she got nothing better to do than break up friendships of her brother??

user maybe she just watched with Kelly and max didn’t wanna be alone?

user oh please, he stayed alone in LN’s garage countless of times

user hear me out, what if they’re actually soft launching each other?

user let’s get you back to bed grandma

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“Be honest, am I being dramatic?” You look at Kelly, who shakes her head “Why would you be dramatic for expressing how you feel. Not to mention that Daniel does not like Max. He stated that multiple times. And you’re brother is someone who easily switches sides.” She sighs.

“Just focus on you and Max, then no one can destroy what you have. Be there for each other. Trust me, once the internet gets wind of this? You’re gonna need each other” Sophie, Max’s mother chimed in as she held her grandchild.

P was laying asleep, sprawled out on your lap. You sigh “I know. It’s probably the most scary thing. But if we don’t tell soon, what If daniel does it ? What if he convinces Lando to do it? At this point, I wouldn’t put anything like that past him”

“If you two are sure about each other, no one else matters” Sophie says softly, giving you a warm smile. You nod “Have you called your mom about this? Or your dad?” Kelly asked “No, why would I?”

“So they’ll talk to him. It’s getting ridiculous” Another voice chimed into the conversation. You all turn your head to look at Max, who just entered the room.

He quickly kissed Kelly, smiled at P’s sleeping form and goes to hug his mom, gently placing a kiss on the small child’s head in her arms.

“I know. But they don’t have to be involved in our drama” “They’ll get wind of it either way. The media is fast.” Kelly shrugs “I know, I know” You sigh. They were right. Daniel was gonna try to ruin everything. He had taken the person who was against him, on his side. That was a disadvantage and a heartbreak.

It was time to really talk things through with Max..

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You open the door to your apartment, hearing max move around in the kitchen.

“Max? I’m home!” You yell as you take off your shoes. Footsteps make your way to you and Max smiles “Hey you, how was it at Kelly’s?” “Eye opening” You sigh and sling your arms around his neck.

“Really? How?” He hums and pecks your lips “I think we should talk” “Sounds serious” “I think it is” He nods in understanding and leads you to the living room.

You both sit down on the couch, his hand resting behind you on the couch.

“What do you want to talk about?” “Us” You say fidgeting. What you didn’t know is, that Daniel may or may not have set a little lie into Max’s head, then even he wasn’t free of insecurities.

His insecurity? Franco colapinto. Something Lando had overshared once when he was drunk to Daniel. Something the Aussie had recently used, making a pit form in Max’s stomach now…

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Like I said, we’re only getting started people.. 👀 I specifically left out some of the scenes you’ll be getting soon, that will paint the whole picture 🤭

The whole franco thing might not make sense now, but trust me its there (I haven’t mentioned it beforehand tho🤭)

[lets-try-some-writing]

I am hungry and I require more oplita. Any oplita. Please, i need to feed my kids we need more oplita!!!!!

Coming right up! Your ship material, lovely asker!

Vaguely affiliated with my fic Action! but not canon to it.

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Golden spools of cloth carefully draped over her form, covering and yet accentuating every aspect Orion adored when it came to his Conjunx. The outfit was loosely hung around his beloved's frame, tight around her chassis to show off her waist, but free flowing around her legs to give her total freedom of movement. It was traditional, but Orion couldn't help but think she looked like the Primes of old. Perhaps it was heretical, but he could only compare her to Solus Prime in grandeur.

"They are going to love you, Ariel. You shine most wonderfully." Orion murmured as he began clasping her audial attachments into place. The little tear drop shaped crystals shone in the light, glittering a brilliant blue like the morning sky when Cybertron came near to it's sister star.

"I know they will. You are making me into quite the sight." A smile settled on his beloved's fair features, her antennae perking up at the praise. For all her outward stoicism, his love still adored compliments when they were given genuinely.

"You do not need my assistance to light up the room, oh mighty Elita-One." A teasing smirk played on Orion's lips, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Elita as she turned in her chair, an optical ridge raised in silent amusement.

"You say that as if you are not just as note worthy, my Prime." Orion shrugged in response, waving away the statement with a gentle hum as if he hadn't considered the concept before. Then, with his smile maintained, he gathered up the necklace he'd purchased for Elita deca-cycles before. A gift he hoped she'd appreciate.

Long and nimble digits worked quickly to clasp the bejeweled piece in place around his beloved's neck, resting comfortably just above where he knew her spark chamber to be. It gleamed a soft deep aqua, just like her optics. As cliche as it was, when he saw it, all he could think of was her.

Seeing her expression shift from amusement to awe as she touched his gift tenderly was enough to make Orion's every trial over the past few cycles worth it. Anything to see her happy.

''You did not have to." Elita murmured gently as she ran her digits over the center jewel. Orion simply hummed, leaning down to rest his helm against hers. Not a word was exchanged between them for a blessed moment. Instead, everything was conveyed through a bond forged through struggle and adoration shared in equal measure between them. While their union was not as ancient and hardened as Chromia and Ironhide, Orion liked to think it was just as strong.

"I wanted to. You've brought so much joy into my life, I simply could not help but want to return the favor." Pressing a soft chaste kiss to her audial, Orion watched Elita's expression in the mirror in front of her. Truly, she was crafted as if Primus himself had overseen every plate and seam upon her form.

"Jewels and gifts are not the way to my spark, Orion Pax. I think you of all mecha know that better than most." Elita smiled coyly, her servo reaching up to caress his cheek. It was a familiar gesture, one Orion reacted to by pressing a kiss to her palm. He knew this song and dance.

"Then perhaps I ought to show my affections more openly." Orion met her gaze, and in that moment, all was right with the world. There were no trials that could tear them apart, not when their very sparks cried out in perfect symphony.

For all the problems their world faced, when he was with Elita, none of it mattered. So long as they were together, the universe was theirs to mold as needed.

"I think you should." With her quiet confirmation, Orion gently tilted her chin up with a digit. Then, with a quick press of their helm crests, her brought their derma together, soft and unhurried. There was no rush.

The rest of reality could wait. For the moment, all that mattered was the two of them and their quiet connection.

[andy-15-07]

Hii! Could you please write a pedro x reader on their first date? How nervous he is? Maybe the reader is his sister's friend's and she set them up on a blind date because she knew Pedro felt something for the reader, he's scared she wouldn't love him back. Reader thinks she's seeing Pedro's sister for dinner and so does Pedro but once at the restaurant they meet.

Maybe his sister will seat a few tables far from them to keep an eye on them realizing how happy Pedro looks around the reader

Blind Date

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 3568| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

It started as an ordinary evening for Pedro, yet one that felt strangely electric from the very beginning. Standing outside a modest but charming restaurant in the heart of the city, Pedro’s heart was pounding as if it wanted to leap out of his chest. He tugged at the collar of his shirt for what felt like the hundredth time, trying to steady his nerves. Tonight, he was expecting to meet his sister for dinner—a casual get-together arranged by her. But as he fumbled with the door, he couldn’t help but feel that fate had something else in store.

A few minutes later, the restaurant door swung open, and Y/N walked in. Pedro’s breath caught in his throat. She looked radiant, her smile both warm and inviting. For a split second, he forgot all his nervous energy. Y/N, too, scanned the room, expecting to see the familiar face of Pedro’s sister. Instead, her eyes met his. Confusion danced in her gaze.

“Pedro?” she asked softly, a mix of surprise and amusement in her tone. “I thought I was meeting your sister.”

Pedro managed a shaky laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I—I was expecting her, too. Seems we’re both in for a surprise tonight.”

Their laughter mingled in the cozy atmosphere as a waiter led them to a small, intimate table near a window. Little did they know, a few tables away, Pedro’s sister had positioned herself perfectly, a discreet observer with a proud, knowing smile. Her eyes sparkled as she watched the first sparks between them—an outcome she’d orchestrated with gentle meddling over the past few days.

Once seated, the conversation started slowly, each of them testing the waters of this unexpected encounter. Pedro began hesitantly, “So, Y/N, how have you been lately? I never imagined a dinner planned as a casual catch-up would turn into… this.”

Y/N’s eyes glimmered with amusement. “I honestly thought I was just meeting your sister for a friendly dinner. But I have to say, sitting here with you is a pleasant shock.” She leaned in slightly, her tone teasing. “You’ve heard the stories about me, right? The ones that make me sound like some adventure seeker?”

Pedro grinned, his earlier tension easing as he found his voice. “Well, I might have heard a few tall tales. But tonight, I want to learn the real you. And if you’re as captivating in person as you are in those stories… then I’m in trouble.” His hand moved to gesture passionately, and for a moment, his fingers brushed hers. The contact was fleeting but electric, sending a ripple of warmth through both of them.

As the evening progressed, the conversation deepened. They talked about everything from their favorite movies to the little quirks that made them who they were. Every so often, they found themselves laughing so hard that the rest of the room seemed to disappear. Pedro admitted quietly, “I’m not usually this nervous. I’ve always been confident in my work, in front of cameras, but when it comes to matters of the heart… I freeze.”

Y/N smiled, her eyes softening with understanding. “I get that. I’ve been hurt before, and sometimes I build walls. But sometimes, a moment comes along and you realize that you’re willing to take a risk, no matter how scary it might be.”

Their dialogue was filled with both laughter and moments of quiet vulnerability. The soft music in the background and the gentle clink of glasses created a cocoon around them, making every word feel intimate. As they exchanged playful banter, Pedro’s hand slowly inched toward hers again, and this time, she didn’t pull away. Instead, she intertwined her fingers with his, a small but significant act of trust and hope.

“Y/N,” Pedro murmured, his voice low as he leaned in closer, “I have to confess—I’ve been harboring feelings I didn’t even know how to name until tonight. I’m terrified that if you don’t feel the same, I’ll lose a chance at something real. But I can’t ignore this pull I feel when I’m with you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly as she searched his face, as if trying to read the sincerity in his gaze. “Pedro, I—I never expected this. Honestly, I was under the impression I’d be dining with your sister, but sometimes, the most unexpected moments turn out to be the best ones. I feel something too… something I can’t quite put into words.”

A pause fell over them as they both absorbed the weight of his admission. Outside, a light rain began to fall, the soft patter on the window adding a rhythmic cadence to their confessions. The restaurant’s ambiance transformed into a cocoon of gentle intimacy, and it wasn’t long before the conversation shifted from words to actions.

As dessert was served—a rich, decadent chocolate cake—their flirtatious banter grew bolder. Y/N laughed softly when Pedro joked, “I think I need another piece of dessert, not just because the cake is incredible, but because your company is absolutely irresistible.” Her laughter was musical, and Pedro couldn’t help but reach out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

“Do you always charm people this effortlessly, Pedro?” she teased, her tone light yet charged with something more profound.

“Only when I’m with someone who inspires me,” he replied, his eyes locked on hers. Their gazes held a silent promise, and the space between them seemed to shrink until their hands rested side by side on the table, warm and reassuring.

At that moment, Pedro’s sister glanced over from her table, a quiet smile playing on her lips. She knew that every nerve-wracked moment, every hesitant touch, was leading to something beautiful. Even though she was miles away emotionally from their growing intimacy, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride for her brother, who had finally allowed himself to be vulnerable.

“Y/N,” Pedro said, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned closer, “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve spent so long wondering if I’d ever find someone who sees the real me—the person behind the public façade. Tonight, you’ve made me feel… free.”

“Pedro,” Y/N responded, her hand squeezing his gently, “I feel the same way. I’m scared, sure—scared of getting hurt again—but I’m also excited by what this could mean. Tonight feels like the start of something that might just change both our lives.”

Their conversation was punctuated by long pauses filled with shared glances and soft smiles. The tension between them grew palpable, the air thick with the promise of more than just words. Pedro’s gaze dropped to her lips, and without thinking, he leaned forward. Their lips met in a kiss that was both tentative and fierce—a collision of pent-up emotions and the joy of finally being understood.

The kiss deepened as if time had slowed. Y/N’s hands slid up to rest on Pedro’s shoulders while his fingers caressed the side of her face, drawing her closer. The restaurant, the mistaken expectations, the night’s surprises—all faded into the background. All that remained was the fierce, undeniable connection between them. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing heavily, their foreheads resting together in a tender, shared moment.

“I’ve dreamed of this for so long,” Pedro murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “I was so scared you wouldn’t feel the same. But now, I can’t imagine not exploring this with you.”

Y/N’s eyes shimmered with sincerity as she replied, “I never thought a blind date would turn into something so incredible. I’m willing to take this risk, Pedro—if you are.”

With a shy smile and a newfound sense of daring, Pedro suggested they take a walk outside. “There’s a small park nearby—quiet and beautiful. I think it’s the perfect place to talk some more… and maybe steal a few more kisses under the stars.”

Hand in hand, they left the restaurant and stepped out into the cool, refreshing night. The gentle sound of rain had given way to a clear, starry sky, and as they walked along the lamp-lit path toward the park, their conversation turned from lighthearted to deeply personal. They shared stories of past heartaches, childhood dreams, and the little moments that had led them to this very moment. Every word was punctuated with laughter, thoughtful pauses, and touches that sent shivers down their spines.

“Have you ever felt like you’re just waiting for the right moment to come along?” Y/N asked as they strolled past a row of trees draped in the soft glow of street lamps.

Pedro nodded, his expression serious. “I always thought the right moment would never arrive until I stopped trying so hard. Tonight, though, with you by my side, I feel like I finally understand what it means to be truly alive.”

They reached a quiet clearing near a small fountain, the sound of trickling water blending with their soft conversation. Pedro paused and turned to face Y/N fully. “Y/N, I have to be honest—I've always been so afraid of rejection, of not being enough. But when I'm with you, I feel like I can be vulnerable. I can be real.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered as she stepped closer. “Pedro, I understand that fear. I’ve worn my own armor for so long that letting someone in seemed like risking everything. But sometimes, the most beautiful moments come from those very risks.”

Their eyes locked in a silent dialogue, the honesty in Pedro’s admission resonating with Y/N’s own guarded hopes. The air between them seemed charged, and as if on cue, Pedro reached out and brushed his thumb along her cheek. “I need you to know that I’m willing to risk it all—if you are.”

Y/N smiled softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m ready, Pedro. I want to see where this leads us—no matter how scary it might be.”

Their words hung in the air as Pedro slowly leaned in once more. This time, the kiss was slow and deliberate—a reaffirmation of their commitment to explore every moment, every spark of passion that had ignited between them. Y/N’s fingers threaded through his hair, and he, in turn, held her tightly, as if trying to imprint this moment into memory. The intensity of their connection grew as their kisses deepened, each touch speaking of trust, desire, and the promise of something enduring.

After a while, they broke apart to catch their breath, both smiling at the raw honesty of the moment. Pedro’s eyes danced with a mixture of relief and longing. “I can’t believe how natural this feels. I’ve always imagined love as a series of scripted scenes—but this, this is the best kind of unscripted magic.”

Y/N laughed softly, wiping a stray tear of joy from her cheek. “Sometimes the best things in life are the unexpected ones, Pedro. I never expected tonight to turn out like this, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

They resumed their walk, the park enveloping them in a quiet intimacy. With each step, they discovered new facets of each other—stories of past adventures, dreams of future possibilities, and moments of vulnerability that only served to strengthen their bond. As the night deepened and the park grew quieter, they found a secluded bench beneath a canopy of trees. There, beneath the soft light of a flickering lamp, Pedro pulled Y/N into a close embrace, whispering, “I’ve been so scared for so long, but with you, I feel brave enough to face anything.”

Y/N nestled closer, her head resting on his shoulder. “Pedro, I’ve always believed that true connection is worth any risk. Tonight, you’ve shown me that vulnerability can be beautiful—and that love, when it comes unexpectedly, is the best kind of adventure.”

They sat together for what felt like hours, the night holding them in its tender embrace. When it was finally time to part ways, the reluctance in their goodbyes was palpable. At Y/N’s door, standing in the dim light, Pedro’s hand trembled slightly as he reached for hers one last time. “I don’t want this night to end, Y/N. I want every moment with you to be as magical as tonight.”

Y/N’s eyes shone with unsaid promises as she replied, “Neither do I, Pedro. I want to keep exploring this connection, to see where every unexpected twist takes us.”

Their final kiss at her doorstep was slow, lingering, and full of hope—an unspoken vow to return to one another again and again. The night had been a tapestry of surprises and bold actions—a reminder that sometimes, the best love stories begin with a little chaos and a lot of courage.

The next day, the echoes of their magical night lingered in every text message and phone call. Pedro’s sister, always quietly watching from the sidelines, sent a playful note to both of them: “So happy to see that your ‘sister’s dinner’ turned out to be so much more. I knew you two had it in you!” Her message brought a smile to Pedro’s face and a blush to Y/N’s cheeks, sealing the memory as something fated.

Over the following weeks, every encounter was infused with the passion and playfulness of that first night. On a crisp autumn afternoon, Pedro invited Y/N for a walk in the park where golden leaves danced in the wind. Their conversation was a blend of teasing remarks and deep confessions.

“I still can’t get over the fact that we thought we were meeting my sister,” Y/N mused as they walked along a path carpeted with fallen leaves. “I mean, look at us now—laughing like old friends and stealing moments that feel too perfect to be true.”

Pedro squeezed her hand gently. “Life is full of surprises. I once thought I had everything figured out, but tonight taught me that the best plans are the ones you never planned at all. I’m so glad I took that leap.”

They found a quiet spot by a small pond, the water shimmering under the late afternoon sun. Sitting side by side on the grass, Pedro recounted stories from his travels and early days in the spotlight—stories that revealed a man behind the public persona. Y/N listened intently, occasionally interrupting with a laugh or a teasing comment. Each word built a bridge between them, a deeper understanding that went beyond surface charm.

“Do you remember when I told you I was afraid of not being enough?” Pedro asked quietly, gazing at the ripples on the water. “Well, every time I see you, I feel like maybe I don’t have to be perfect. I can just be me.”

Y/N’s eyes softened, and she turned to him with genuine warmth. “Pedro, you don’t need to be anyone but yourself. I love the way you’re passionate, the way you care, and yes—even the little quirks that make you so uniquely you. I’ve been holding onto this feeling ever since that first night, and every day it grows a little more.”

Their conversation was filled with laughter, playful teasing, and moments of profound honesty. With every word and every touch, the distance between them shrank until it was nothing more than a shared heartbeat.

That evening, as the sky turned a deep shade of twilight, Pedro invited Y/N to his apartment for a quiet dinner. The space was cozy, filled with soft music and the aroma of a meal Pedro had prepared with care. They sat on a plush couch, a single candle flickering between them, and continued their conversation as if time had slowed down just for them.

“I’ve never felt so at home with someone,” Pedro said, his voice low and sincere. “With you, everything feels right—like every worry, every fear, just melts away.”

Y/N reached up and caressed his cheek tenderly. “Pedro, you make me feel safe. I’ve always been so guarded, but you’ve shown me that vulnerability isn’t something to fear—it’s something that brings us closer.”

Their dialogue became a mix of laughter, soft confessions, and moments of undeniable passion. Pedro’s hand moved from her cheek to the small of her back as he drew her closer. Their kisses grew bolder, each one more fervent than the last, a celebration of the spark that had been ignited from that first fateful encounter.

In the quiet intimacy of that apartment, they discovered more about each other—more than just dreams and fears, but the physical language of love that needed no words. Y/N’s laughter, the way her eyes lit up when Pedro whispered something tender, and the spark in their every embrace confirmed what they both felt deep down: this was the start of something extraordinary.

Days turned into weeks, and every moment spent together was a new adventure. Pedro’s sister continued to be a cheerful presence in the background—occasionally joining them for dinner or sending cheeky texts that reminded them of the night it all began. And with each passing encounter, the passion between Pedro and Y/N grew, becoming a blend of playful banter and intense physical closeness that neither wanted to hide.

One cool, starry night, the two found themselves on a moonlit balcony. Pedro wrapped a warm blanket around them as they gazed up at the sky, lost in a conversation about their favorite memories and what they hoped the future might bring. “I always thought I’d be alone in all this chaos,” Pedro admitted, his voice husky with emotion. “But now, I know that sometimes, the chaos leads you to something beautiful.”

Y/N’s hand found his, and she smiled softly. “And sometimes, the best love stories are the ones that are messy, unexpected, and real.”

Their dialogue was interwoven with touches, laughter, and the quiet assurance that every moment together was a testament to their growing love. The intensity of their connection was not only in the passionate kisses or the physical closeness—it was in every shared secret, every whispered dream, every promise made in the quiet hours of the night.

In the days that followed, the couple continued to explore the many facets of their relationship. Whether it was dancing in the living room to their favorite songs, taking spontaneous trips to quiet cafes, or simply spending a lazy afternoon lost in conversation on a park bench, every moment was filled with the thrill of discovery. They learned each other’s favorite jokes, the way each smiled when they were lost in thought, and the subtle language of touch that said more than words ever could.

One afternoon, while walking hand in hand down a bustling city street, Y/N teased Pedro, “I never imagined that a case of mistaken dinner plans could lead to something so… kinetic.” Pedro laughed, his eyes alight with mischief. “I could say the same. I’m beginning to think your sister has impeccable taste in setting up opportunities.”

They laughed together, and as the day wore on, they stopped in a quiet alleyway to share a spontaneous kiss that was both playful and filled with longing. “I want every moment like this,” Y/N whispered as they pulled apart, their foreheads touching. “I want to be in every unexpected second of our story.”

Pedro nodded, his voice soft and determined. “I promise, Y/N—no matter what uncertainties lie ahead, I’m going to cherish every heartbeat we share.”

That promise, made amid the vibrant hum of the city, would become the cornerstone of their relationship—a testament to the bravery it took to embrace the unknown and trust that love, in all its messy, beautiful glory, was worth every risk.

And so, as the seasons changed and the chapters of their lives unfolded, Pedro and Y/N found that each day was a new opportunity to write another page of their story. A story that began with mistaken assumptions and a blind dinner setup, but which blossomed into a passionate, dynamic love filled with laughter, intimacy, and a series of bold, unforgettable moments.

Whether sharing a spontaneous kiss in the rain, a heartfelt conversation in the quiet of a late night, or the playful touch that conveyed volumes without a single word, they learned that love wasn’t about grand declarations alone—it was about the everyday acts of courage that transformed ordinary moments into something magical.

In the soft glow of morning light, as they said goodbye for the day and promised to meet again soon, each parting was filled with the anticipation of a reunion. Every message, every call, and every smile reinforced that their unexpected meeting was not an accident but a sign that sometimes, the universe conspires to bring two people together in the most spectacular way.

And as Pedro’s sister would later say with a knowing wink, “Sometimes, all it takes is a little meddling from those who care to see you truly shine.” For Pedro and Y/N, that meddling had led to an adventure of passion, honesty, and the kind of love that fills every moment with the promise of something greater.

So here they were—two souls who had met by chance, who had laughed, kissed, and bared their hearts in the quiet moments of a long, unforgettable night. Together, they faced the uncertainties of tomorrow with a shared determination: to embrace every risk, every unexpected twist, and every burst of passion that made life so incredibly worth living.

And with every heartbeat that echoed their newfound hope, Pedro and Y/N continued writing their story—a story of laughter, passion, and the kind of bold, fearless love that lights up even the darkest of nights.

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do a really angsty sister fic but with a cute ending but it’s very angsty

yesss! here ya go!

“Unnoticed”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : none rlly.

Y/N had always been the odd one out.

She knew her brothers loved her—of course, they did. But love and attention weren’t the same things, and lately, it felt like she had been completely erased from their world.

Chris, Matt, and Nick had each other. They always had. Three inseparable pieces of the same puzzle. And Y/N? She was just the extra. The fourth wheel in a group that never needed one.

At first, she tried to brush it off. They were busy, that was all. Filming, traveling, editing, working on their brand. She told herself it wasn’t personal.

But then the missed dinners started.

Then the unanswered texts.

Then the times she walked into a room only for them to leave moments later, too wrapped up in their own lives to notice her standing there, screaming on the inside.

She stopped trying.

If she didn’t reach out, would they?

If she didn’t show up, would they even notice?

Days turned into weeks, and it became painfully clear that the answer was no.

The final straw came on a night that should have been normal. She had been in her room for hours, curled up in bed, feeling the weight of her own insignificance pressing down on her chest. She wasn’t crying—she was past that.

Then she heard them downstairs, laughing. Loud, carefree, completely oblivious.

She checked her phone. Not a single message from any of them.

They were all together.

And she wasn’t even a thought in their heads.

Something inside her snapped.

She grabbed her jacket and slipped out the front door without bothering to text them. It wasn’t like they’d care.

It was cold. The wind stung her skin, but she barely felt it. Her legs carried her forward, away from the house, away from the suffocating loneliness that had settled in her bones.

She ended up at an empty park, sitting on the swings, her hands gripping the rusted chains as she stared blankly ahead.

She wanted to disappear.

Not in a dramatic way—she didn’t want to die or anything. She just wanted to stop existing in this way. Half-there. Half-seen. Half-loved.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she ignored it. Probably just some random notification.

But then it buzzed again. And again.

Frowning, she pulled it out.

Chris: Where are you?

Matt: Y/N, answer the phone.

Nick: Are you okay? Where’d you go?

A bitter laugh bubbled up in her throat. Now they noticed? Now they cared?

She stuffed the phone back in her pocket, ignoring the way her hands trembled.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours.

Then—footsteps. Rushed, frantic. And suddenly, all three of them were there, panting, their faces pale with worry.

Chris was the first to speak. “What the hell, Y/N?” His voice was sharp, but his eyes were soft. Scared. “You just left without saying anything!”

Y/N stared at them, expression blank. “You would’ve noticed eventually.”

Matt flinched. “Of course we would have—”

“Would you?” she interrupted, her voice cracking. “Because I don’t think you would’ve. I don’t think you would’ve even realized if I stayed in my room for days, or if I stopped coming home at all.”

Silence.

Nick took a shaky breath. “Y/N… that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” she whispered, feeling the lump in her throat grow. “I’m invisible to you guys. I’m just there—some extra piece that doesn’t fit. And you don’t even see me.”

Chris stepped forward, guilt written all over his face. “Y/N, we—”

She shook her head. “I used to be your sister. Now I’m just a background character in your lives.” Her voice broke on the last word, and she hated herself for it.

Matt looked like he wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. Because she was right.

And they all knew it.

Nick ran a hand over his face, looking like he was about to cry. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “We never meant to make you feel like this. We just—” He exhaled shakily. “We fucked up.”

Chris swallowed hard, his hands balling into fists. “You’re not invisible to us, Y/N.” His voice was thick with emotion. “You’re our sister. Our baby sister. And we love you more than anything. We just… we got so caught up in everything else that we didn’t realize we were pushing you away.”

Y/N wiped at her eyes, shaking her head. “I don’t need some guilt-driven apology.”

Matt stepped closer, his voice gentle. “We’re not just apologizing. We’re fixing this. Because you’re right—we haven’t been there for you. And that’s not okay.”

Nick nodded. “We miss you, Y/N. And we’re not letting this happen again.”

Chris hesitated for only a second before pulling her into a crushing hug, burying his face in her hair.

And for the first time in forever, she felt seen.

Matt and Nick wrapped their arms around them too, holding her tightly, as if afraid she’d slip away if they let go.

She sniffled. “You guys are so annoying.”

Chris chuckled, his voice muffled. “Yeah, but we’re your annoying brothers.”

A small, watery smile tugged at her lips. Maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t so invisible after all.

[ultimate-marysue]

How I feel my Batfam ships may or may not have children (please don't take me seriously I just need wholesomeness):

Dickkory: multiple bio kids, I'm pretty sure this is canon in some future/alternative universes. I think DC should set Kori free on a PTA meeting with no one explain to her the absurd social rules Karens set. The shitty mothers would hate her because she's over here, playing dumb on purpose until they're forced to admit they're just being annoying/egocentric and not actually asking to better their kid's education. Also, career day would be crazy considering Dick changes jobs every few months to get involved into whatever business he's investigating. Like, one year he's a cop, next he's a super model, next he's a college professor somehow. Kori thinks it's really funny so she insists on Dick being the one to go.

Dickbabs: they either don't have kids (just adopt a bunch of rescues) or maybe have one adoptive kid. Other than Cass who is Babs daughter I don't care what anyone thinks. Just Dick, Barbara and Barbara's daughter who is also Dick's sister. Also, Babs got lucky with Cass being homeschooled, the second she has to deal with the school system she's on the phone with the president blackmailing him to fix it. Easy to say, Dick deals with school exclusively from them on.

BabsDinah: they're the lesbian aunts (that end up doing a lot of the parenting because they can't help themselves). Like, neither of them would really want to have kids of their own, but the second a young vigilante with a shit ton of issues gets dropped in their doorstep it's on. Like, officially they'd be mentors, but they all see each other as family.

Stephcass: Cass is a ticking bomb, she's going to find an ex-murderer kid in need of guidance and just bring them home. Steph is not thrilled at first because they're so young still until she realizes "oh wait no, we're like, adult adults now" and then she has a crisis (unrelated to the child). Also Steph would love love to prove she's better than her father (but would be terrified of messing up). At first they're really chill but soon enough they turn it into a competition with the other Bats. Not a competition between their kids, mind you ("no Cass, that's bad parenting") but a competition of who's the best parent. Jason is terrified of them, but the rest are absolutely down.

Jayroy: asides from our beautiful wonderful and just overall fantastic Lian Harper, I think they might end up adopting some kids. What can I say? I think Jason should have Bruce's adoption gene, but specially for kids in dangerous/hard situations. I'm talking the older kids that never get adopted or younger kids with some sort of disability that need extra accomodations. I think Jason would try very hard to avoid them being vigilantes at least until they're 18. Roy is more chill with vigilantism because well, Lian turned out fine, but he respects Jason's opinion. Most important, no child of his is going to be a Robin to Bruce fucking Wayne. Also, everyone in the PTA would love them, they'd be super involved and Jason would make sure to bribe the appropriate people with muffins.

TimKon: test tube baby, not on purpose though. Like, I don't see Tim as someone actively wanting kids (especially not biological ones) and Kon wouldn't want his kid having to face the problems he did. But like, if Cadmus pulls some weird shit and there's a super baby for the taking, they would both want to make sure they give him the most loving upbringing possible. Another option is Tim accidentally creating their baby while trying to clone Kon while he was dead. That one's plausible and has a lot of angst hurt/comfort potential. Also, Teen Dad Tim after being extremely parentified during his early teens taking care of Bruce (while grieving everyone!) is evil , but a compelling kind of evil. Like a trainwreck you can't look away from.

TimBer: dual income no kids kinda queers. They're over here taking their various nephews to Olive Garden and Disneyland only to drop them off and go live their lovely stress free lives. They may adopt a kid, but that would be only when they really settled down. Let Tim enjoy his 20s (if he ever gets there) my boy has been through enough.

Dukeizzy: again, maybe it's because Duke's still pretty young so he hasn't showed much interest or inclination toward parenting, but I don't have a lot of info to go with. Personally either Dual income "take the kids to do airsoft" kinda uncle/aunt, I can see both of them being really good at giving advice to younger vigilantes (the whole situation of We Are Robin gives you a lot of insight in the power of child vigilantes separated from any mentors, so they're in a particular good spot to mediate between the kids and adults). In the case of them having kids, I think they should inherit Dukes autism (I love that headcanon) and both he and Izzy would be those parents making damn sure their kids get the accommodations they need specially at school. If their kids choose to become vigilantes you bet they're gonna be unionized.

Also, I don't have any particular ship for Damian but you bet that if that boy ever becomes a parent they'd be the softest, sweetest father in the world.

[jun-hannie]

18+/mdi

popular friend!Chan x fem!reader

drabble: friends2lovers, teasing, smut, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of seungcheol & mingyu, penetrative sex, fingering(f receiving), dry humping, nipple play(f receiving), fluff

wc: 2k

a/n: happy birthday dino !! a little drabble in honor of the future of kpop mr. lee chan ! i hope you enjoy reading, i plan on writing more in the future !

The smell of the book will always make you swoon; a swoon that is romantic but few could recognize. Chan clears his throat from next to you, breaking your focus. You look up to him, raising your head from the table.

“Can I help you?” You sigh aloud, to which he quirks a brow in return. His facial expression is enough for you to know that he is judging you, but nothing too serious. 

“Please let me enjoy this book for once.” You say, lowering your head back to the book once again.

“Are you reading or are you about to eat it?” Chan laughs. 

“I imagine you probably have a party to get ready to host later, so you should start leaving now.” 

At the moment, you were trying to enjoy your latest read in between your homework. Until your friend from high school, Chan, spotted you and decided to annoy the hell out of you where he finds some kind of childish pleasure from.

You and Chan met in your sophomore year of high school after your teacher placed you next to him for the rest of the year. Chan went from being a nerdy, awkward, and the kid to an obnoxious, rowdy, and popular person in a span of a few months. However, whenever around you, he toned down and wouldn’t tease as much as you have barely changed, maybe aside from your looks. Chan grew into his face which later would come in handy to his college years, specifically the ones where he would spend at the same school as you. 

Everyone around you assumed you were an older sister to Chan due to his obedience and his shift when you were around. As much as you wanted to get away from the limelight that followed Chan, you were unable to lose the reign of the bubbly dinosaur that trailed around you. Chan being in a frat was predicted by you but you still strayed away from the party life that Chan was practicing. Something Chan didn’t mind too much. 

“You’re right, I do actually.” Chan nodded as he stretched his arms, not appearing to get up anytime soon. “But I don’t want to leave you on your own yet. You know since its January, it gets darker way sooner, so I’d rather walk you back to your dorm before I head over to the house.”

“It’s okay, my friend is coming by to walk with me,” You start, seeing Chan’s shoulders sit back at the mention of another person.

“Don’t worry, it’s Ellie.” You laugh.

“I don’t particularly like Elliana, you know.” Chan argues.

The discomfort that is shared between Ellie and Chan is that Ellie is a party girl and always turns up at his parties, where she would later snitch to you about the different array of girls he would kiss and sneak off with. It’s not something that you were a fan of hearing as Chan was an old friend to you, but it gave you something to tease him later about.

“I know, but she just told me about the red head she saw you tangling your hands into.” Chan’s ears turn red at the mention of another girl he messed around with. 

“We didn’t even do anything. I don’t understand why she even tells you. It’s really none of her business in the first place.” He frowns deeply, reminding you of his younger self making you laugh. 

“It’s funny to see how you react, besides I don’t even care so don’t feel embarrassed. You should be more worried about catching something in the long run.” You comment and Chan looks down.

“Well that’s one way to kick a man out of a library.” He says dryly. “I’ll see you, Y/N. Don’t be a party pooper from the comfort of your dorm.” 

Chan’s comment has you thinking of something else to tease him with but Ellie springs up beforehand. 

“Hi Chan, or should I say man-whore?” Ellie says, smiling enough for 10 people. 

“Ugh, please don’t come later on, Elliana.” Chan practically begs to which Ellie laughs.

“Don’t say that Channie, or else I won't bring my hot friends.” Ellie retorts.

Chan looks uncomfortable with Ellie’s comment and instead turns around and leaves without another word. 

“Hm, usually when I say that he basically jumps for joy at the thought of another hot girl entering his premise.” Ellie says, plopping next to you.

“Really? He always acts like girls are not of interest to him. At least to me, I guess.” You say, closing your book, it wasn’t being read anyways. 

Ellie doesn’t respond, simply leaving a satisfied smile.

“Alright, we can go to the dorm.” You say getting up fixing your shirt correctly.

“Woo, let’s go!” Ellie nearly shouts, having you slap your hand over her mouth. 

“Too loud?” Ellie squeaks, and you nod.

— At The Dorm —

“Green or red?” Ellie asks, wearing a fitted red dress and hold a green one next to her. She spins around to show you.

You examine both dresses from your bed. 

“Red, it has a sexiness to it.” You smile at her, dropping your eyes back to your phone. Chan sent a text asking about hanging out with him and his mom when she comes down to visit.

“Perfect!” Ellie smiles, running her hands down her body approvingly. 

You respond to Chan and go back onto Instagram where you see people you go to school with posting pictures and videos from parties, some of which you can see Chan chatting with different girls. You sigh as you feel FOMO from the pictures alone. Although you don’t like parties, there was something about seeing Dino having fun with other girls that made you feel like you were missing out on a part of him that everyone else got to see. Who was this person that Chan was hiding from you? Was he embarrassed of you?

“Can-uh Can I go to the party with you, Ellie?” You ask suddenly.

Even Ellie is caught off guard from your question and responds with a loud “Huh?”

“I just haven’t really gone to any parties as of recent so I felt like I was kind of missing out. I just wanted to go to one.” You ramble and Ellie’s faces lights up.

“Of course! Get ready, and then head to my room when you’re done! A couple of us are going to be pregaming before we go!” 

At that, you start brushing out your hair. You had makeup done already so there was only a little to be touched up, a little darker than usual. Then you shimmy into a black tight dress that you bought for parties, but has been rarely used. It falls barely above your butt.

You wander over to Ellie’s dorm room where there is loud music blaring already. You knock and Ellie rumbles out giggling, “WOO, COME TAKE A SHOT!”

You don’t question anything, and before you know it you’ve had 3 shots and are heading over to Chan’s frat house in the freezing cold without a coat. Not that you needed one, you couldn’t feel the snow.

The frat house is spilling with people already and you follow behind the rest of the girls. Already tipsy, you don’t look too out of place, but you still feel a little awkward. 

The inside is dark, which makes you feel a little more comfortable while your eyes scan to find a specific person. 

Ellie rushes over and suddenly hands you a red solo cup. “Drink this!” She shouts, which is loud even with the deafening music.

“What is it?” You ask, looking up from the cup, only for her to be gone already. 

Normal instincts are not in use as you take a long sip of the disgusting drink. It nearly makes you gag it up and it burns as it runs down your throat, but you feel lighter.

You pass by a few guys and stop when one of them stands in front of you, stopping you from leaving. 

“Hi, I’m Seungcheol.” The guy with the big arms smiles at you. You instinctively smile back. Before you could muster up a response, a large hand snakes around your waist and pulls you in.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N” Chan suddenly says, and you realize that Chan is the one with his arm around you. If you were sober, you probably would’ve pushed him away by now, but now your face just feels hot. 

“I thought she was, like, your sister or something?” One of the guys says, must taller than the others. 

“Gyu, shut up. No, this is my friend.” Chan asserts, but you can tell he is a little tipsy himself based on his awkward demeanor and reaction.

Before any of the guys could respond, Chan whisks you away to the other side of the room, where dozens of people are dancing drunkenly. 

“What are you doing here? I almost didn’t believe it was you until I saw Ellie with you.” Chan says quickly.

The drink must’ve hit faster than you thought because now your thoughts are all jumbled and all you can think about is how hot Lee Chan is. 

“I wanted to see how you act without me.” You pout, something that is completely out of the ordinary for you. Chan, clearly surprised by your response, laughs.

“Oh, did you? Well, you can’t know if you’re already drunk” Chan says, his smile reaching the corners of his eyes. 

“Aw, can you please show me?” You look like you’re about to cry.

“Hey, woah woah. It’s okay, You’re okay, come with me.” Chan says, his hands trying to comfort you, with your sudden explosion of sadness. 

Chan grabs a hold of your hand and you follow him upstairs. A shout from below comes from Ellie, “WOO GO CHAN! GET YOUR DREAM GIRL!”

You swing your head from Ellie back to Chan, “Who is your dream girl?”

Chan shakes his head, but doesn’t respond, so you stare at the back of his head where his ears are a dark red. You feel yourself sober up from a revelation that has your hands sweating.

Chan pulls you into a room that he turns the light on in, you assume it’s his room. You’ve never been to his room, but you feel like you’re spinning so you don’t think too much.

Chan has you sit on the bed with the dark blue sheets. “This is such a boy bed.” You comment.

“Well I am a boy.” Chan says, smiling.

“What are we doing here? Is this what you’re like at all your parties?” You ask, clearly confused. 

“No, I’m not. I don’t want you to see me like that because I’m not fun.” Chan says, handing you a water bottle, a little warm from sitting on his nightstand for however long. “Just stay here for a little bit to sober up, I think you have a really low tolerance.”

“But, I want to see how everyone sees you. I only see you as the cute, sweet, awkward boy who is sometimes annoying.” You explain and he listens thoroughly.

“I don’t want you to think of me like how Ellie does. If you don’t see me like that, then I’ll still be that sweet guy to you. I’d like to keep a good reputation, you know.” Chan says, smiling. 

“So are you really a man-whore?” You ask, slurring your words a little.

Chan just laughs at your bluntness. “Drink up.”

Taking another sip of water you just look at Chan and maybe it was the alcohol, but you couldn’t stop smiling at him. Hoping to not want to creep him out, you suddenly drop the smile.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, and you swoon at how gentle he is. It was like a light you haven’t seen him in and it was so warm. Chan was so warm.

“You smell like a book.” You blurt out.

“What?” Chan asks, about to laugh.

“You smell like a book right now. Don’t worry, I like the way books smell.” You explain, looking straight at his collar bones that were peaking from his black tee shirt.

Before Chan can respond, you lean in and smell his neck. While not something that was intentionally sexual, Chan tenses up at the action.

You sit back and look at him. Chan is no longer smiling, the look on his face is the most serious it’s ever been. 

“I’m sorry, I had a get a better smell.” You explain, looking at your clammy hands. 

Suddenly, Chan lifts your chin and kisses you. It's a soft and gentle kiss, but you melt into it. Before you can properly kiss back, he is already pulling away. Your eyes flutter open and the outer parts of his face are reddening.

“I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I’ve just ruined everything. I know you probably see me as a brother and now I’ve just made this so awkward. Please just forget-” 

You cut him off and instead shut him up with a kiss. It’s a little sloppy, immature, and awkward, but that's how you both were. Chan starts to kiss back after a moment of surprise and starts to lead.

Chan’s hands place their place on your cheek and neck, respectably, before he pushes his body closer to yours.

You gasp when you feel his chest touching yours and he takes the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth. He explores your mouth, moaning to each of your reactions that felt like too much for him. 

You find your hands on his chest, fingers dancing their way down to the hem, then pulling it over his head. When you break the kiss, your eyes scan his face. Cheeks a dark red, eyes heavy lidded, out of breath, and so hot. 

“Oh my god, look at you.” Chan starts, his arms reaching for waist, like his hand were already molded in your hips.”Do you want to continue? We can stop if you want.” Chan says, looking like he never wants to stop.

“No, please.” You respond, pulling him back in.

He helps slide your dress down past your chest, where he pulls away to lock his eyes onto your laced bra.

“Is it okay..” He asks, while you’re already unclasping it for him. 

His hands fly up to your chest and he squishes. He plays with your chest until he replaces his pinching fingers to light biting to your nipples. You become a moaning mess while your hands tug onto his short dark hair. 

“Can you please,” Before you can finish your sentence, Chan pulls his jeans off leaving one piece of fabric tailored on his body left.

You slowly pull off your panties and he gives his full attention. His pupils, blown out as he leans in to kiss you. He kisses you softly, while his fingers rub your clit. He swallows each of your moans and slides a finger in.

“You’re so so tight, is this all for me? Are you making a mess on my bed for me? Are you going to make it up to me?” Chan says as you moan out apologies, none of them meaning much as you’re grinding against his fingers.

“If I give you more, will you take it like a good girl?” Chan asks, using his other hand to squeeze himself to relieve some of the strain from not being able to fuck you quite yet.

“Please, give me more. Please, please” You cry out, which is not enough for Chan. He grinds his hardness against your bare cunt, “Would you be a good girl for me?” He asks again.

“Yes. Please, just for you.” You cry out, and without another word, Chan pulls his member out and pushes into you without warning.

You both groan at the stretch and he doesn’t move, allowing you to adjust to his size. 

After your nod of approval, he starts moving. “God, it feels like you were made just for me. I can’t believe you made me wait since high school. Do you know how bad I’ve wanted you?” Chan rambles as he continues thrusting. You can’t even register his words completely from the pleasure being so overbearing. 

“Chan, I’m so close.” You moan out and he starts moving faster.

You can feel him get close by how fast he is going and you throw your head back while you finish. You shut your eyes so tight and squeeze him in the process.

“Oh, I’m so close.” Chan says, pumping into you. You start getting overstimulated and your body starts shaking as he pulls out and cums onto your stomach. He groans and plops down next to you. 

You both are breathing heavily and stare at the ceiling. You look over at him and start laughing, remembering what he said during sex.

“So you really wanted me for that long?” You chuckled, the cool air from the room finally hitting you.

“Shut up.” Chan mumbles, ears becoming permanently red. “You said I smelt like books.”

“I like the way books smell.” You say, leaning over to kiss him.

[lillaydee]

Naiveté - "911, What's Your Emergency?"

Joel Miller (AU) / F Reader

A frantic call to 911.

Inspired by @jolapeno's epistolary dear-uary challenge.

WARNINGS: Angst, Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel is a Fucking Idiot. Joel is a Clueless Idiot

Divider by the fabulous @saradika

@kirsteng42

WORD COUNT: 3510

MASTER LIST

2. My Pompous Sister-Cousin Ruined My Life

***I am not a doctor or anyone who works in emergency services or healthcare. Also, there might be some exaggeration to Lynn's status as a doctor. Please take any inaccuracies with a ladle of salt***

You sipped the God-knows-how-many-th cup of coffee you’ve had for the day, rubbing your neck while you were at it. The couch in your office, while extremely comfy to sit on, wasn’t exactly comfy for long-term sleeping, but you just couldn’t go home.

Eric told you Nell was still living there. She was still using your food delivery account, buying herself the fanciest meals she could get delivered, if the account history and charges were to be believed. Her car must’ve run out of gas if she hadn’t gone out at all, living the life in your perfectly decorated guest room and it’s 16-inches orthopaedic king sized mattress and 10,000 count sheets. Your bills were on autopay, so you could just see her lounging around your house doing nothing, watching all the shows available that you yourself never had the time to watch and using the wi-fi you paid for.

You, on the other hand, sulked like a spineless child and ate cafeteria food, slept and showered in your office, watching whatever soap of the day the other doctors insisted on watching in the lounge.

It’s your own fault. You shouldn’t have left, it was your house after all. But you knew if you had asked her to leave, drama would follow. And it’s your birthday. And you were supposed to celebrate it with Joel. You were looking forward to this. But of course, the words ‘other people’ did not exist in Nell’s list of vocabulary. She would just turn this whole thing around and play victim. You’ve known her all your life. You knew.

You just couldn’t anymore. Joel begged you to stay, stormed into your house after you decided to just leave. You couldn’t stay. You would kill that bitch and make it look like an accident. The smug look on her face as she turned to see your devastated one was too much. So much that even Joel’s pleas couldn’t soothe you. He was explaining everything even as you were packing, telling you she kissed him, that he didn’t kiss her back, heard the contents of the email you sent in to Aunt Prue, that he’s in love with you, only you, it’d always been you, he’s sorry he didn’t have the balls to tell you, but he had never been interested in Nell, only you. You were the only one in his mind. He was weak, he didn’t know how to say no when Nell asked for his help, when Nell asked for his company. He didn’t think she was going after him, he thought she just needed a shoulder to cry on, what with her divorce and all. “Please, Lynn, forgive me. I’m sorry, please don’t leave like this. Let’s talk, let’s go out to dinner. It’s your birthday, please, I’m begging you, please don’t go.”

You stayed calm, got your suitcase and left. Joel followed you all the way to your car, hung on to your door and kept on pleading. You only managed to shut the door when you finally told him you needed some space. Please give it to you. That’s all you asked for. He released your door then, looking defeated, nodding slowly, asking you if he could text you, just so you know he’ll never stop trying? You don’t have to reply, he said, he just needed you to know how he felt. Please?

You nodded and shut the door. You went to the hospital and hadn’t been home in three weeks.

Joel texted you every day.

Joel: ‘Good morning. Have a great day. Please take good care of yourself today.’

Joel: ‘Had lunch at the place you liked today, thinking of you.’

Joel: ‘Good night. I hope you get some rest.’

Joel: ‘Sarah made the French Toast you taught her. Reminded me of you.’

Mundane, sweet texts. You didn’t reply, but each and every one of his texts made you smile.

Sarah’s texts, on the other hand, left you no doubt that she was Team Lynn. You did reply to her but still refused to tell her where you were staying and went silent when she probed. Other than that, she’s basically Nell Watch, with the occasional Sarah question.  

SareBear: ‘That woman tried to ask me to come over for a movie. I said no. Then she asked Dad if he wants to go for a walk. Dad found his spine and shut the door in her face. So proud of him!’

SareBear: ‘Lynn, what’s an Omphalocele? I googled but they might as well have explained it in Chinese. Help!’

SareBear: ‘I made French Toast today, used your recipe. Dad ate it and cried.’

SareBear: ‘You should change your password to that app – she just ordered steak.’

SareBear: ‘She just sat in front of our house for hours waiting for Dad to come home. Turned on the waterworks when he got here. He came inside and shut the door. She stayed there until midnight. God I hope she didn’t pee herself on our porch. I don’t want to scrub that.’

SareBear: ‘OMG she just posted on that Dot site. She completely changed the story. Imma call her out.’

SareBear: ‘People are bashing her. This is a good day.’

SareBear: ‘Lynn, people I’ve never met are asking for Dad’s phone number. You should come back soon before I cave and give it to them.’

You laughed out loud at that last one.

SareBear: ‘Hey Lynn, will you come to dinner with us tonight? Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria are in town. Dad is taking a long weekend, we’re getting him cake. Aunt Maria and I are going to have a girls day Saturday, will you join us, please?’

You wanted to say yes. You so badly wanted to say yes.

You missed her. You missed him. You missed them together. But there were demons in your head fighting each other. One told you to go home and kick Nell out. The other though… that one, in your opinion the eviller of the two, reminded you of the times she hugged you as you slept when you missed your parents those first few weeks you moved in with her. The time you two made camp under the blanket, telling each other scary stories and snuggled together so the ghosts couldn’t get to you. The time both of you slept under the bed because you were terrified of thunderstorms. The time she pushed your bullies back, defended you from the mean kids at school. Before she started secretly hating you.

And of course, there was the fact that her parents were your parents, for all intents and purposes. They were the ones who raised and supported you, cheered you on. The ones who literally blocked their own daughter for the way she treated you and Eric. Nell didn’t even tell them she filed for divorce. And you, being the usual ‘not wanting her to get in trouble’ type, never told them. Eric did, apparently, and now she’s in the doghouse with almost everyone in her life. She had nothing, and you didn’t have the heart to turn her away. Or maybe, you were just that naïve. Even after all these years.

You wanted to go back to Joel. He told you he was in love with you. What you wouldn’t do to tell him you loved him too, but Nell was still around. You didn’t even want to think of what she was willing to do if you and Joel actually got together now.

So instead of replying to Sarah, you texted Joel.

You: ‘Happy 36th neighbour. Hope you have a great one today.’

Your phone pinged less than a minute later.

Joel: ‘I miss you.’

You stared at those three words, your eyes prickling with tears, as the three dots kept dotting underneath it.

Joel: ‘Sorry, I know I agreed to give you space. But I couldn’t keep it in anymore. I had to tell you. I can’t wait for you to come home. I miss seeing you laugh, hearing your voice, seeing your face, the way you scrunch your face when you ignore the movie to pick the popcorns with the most caramel on it, the way you save the pickles off your burger for last, the way you separate the M&Ms by colour… I miss that, even if it means I have to wait ages to have an M&M, but I miss everything about you. I miss you. Please come back soon.’

You read that message over and over and over. Fuck, you missed him. You wanted to go home. How can you get Nell out? Maybe you can ask Head Nurse Marcy. Her husband was a cop. Maybe you could arrange something? You lost track of how long you sat there, just reading that text over and over, desperately missing him too.

The phone beeped, the pager beep. The one you set for the hospital. You immediately clicked on it.

‘Incoming. ER. 15F. PAT. AmbBay 2’

You got on your feet and ran towards the ER. 15 year old girl. Penetrating abdominal trauma. God, she’s Sarah’s age. No matter how long you’ve been doing this job, children getting injured from such incidents never failed to shock you. Who would stab children?

The nurses gowned and gloved you, and you waited with the trauma team at Ambulance Bay 2, the siren already coming in fast. You were front and centre when the door opened.

And a frantic, teary Joel greeted you, but he didn’t see you. He didn’t see anyone but the patient whose hand he was holding. Your eyes went straight to the gurney and your heart dropped to your feet.

Sarah.

You had never reacted faster in your life. Anything outside of Sarah was a blur to you. You worked with the other doctors and nurses, stabilizing her, only realizing Joel was standing alone outside the trauma room when she was being wheeled out to the OT. He looked like a lost boy, a lone figure in a busy ER, covered in his daughter’s blood, his eyes glassy as if he was in a trance.

This was no time for soft hearts and yearning.

“Joel!” you called him, speaking as loud as you can without screaming. His eyes immediately snapped towards you, looking as if he had just realized you had been there the whole time. You beckoned him with your head, telling the nurses he’s with you. His feet immediately followed, a sliver of hope filling his eyes. You updated him of Sarah’s condition as best as you could, telling him she needed surgery, and that someone will update him every hour. He could only nod, words failed him, only able to tell Sarah he will be right there waiting for her.

“Lynn,” he said, his voice soft, pleading.

You looked at him.

“Take care of my little girl. Bring her back to me. Please,” the last word whispered.

You wanted so much to hug him, give him assurance. But you knew you shouldn’t. So you turned away from him and told your intern to call your assistant to help him get a change of clothes and something to eat before going in to prepare for the surgery.

Joel sat in the waiting room with his head in his hands. The whole evening had been surreal. He had gotten home early, picked up Tommy and Maria from the airport, the couple insisting they fly in for his birthday, they were going to dinner that evening, maybe have a cookout that weekend if the weather was not too cold, Maria and Sarah excited to spend some girlie time together. Sarah had been wondering out loud if you might join them, seeing as it was his birthday, maybe you would come back today? He wanted to kick himself, thinking about how you might have been there to celebrate his birthday with him for the first time as his girlfriend had he not been too stupid to see how manipulative Nell was.

He had screamed at her that evening. He couldn’t believe the gall of that woman. He couldn’t get the smug look she had on her face out of his head – she had literally sneered at you as you backed out of your driveway, sidling up to him as he walked back to his front door, ready to receive an earful from a very shocked Sarah who was standing helplessly in front of it. Nell dared wrap her arm around his, and he lost it on her. His chest hurt from screaming so much, his throat raw, telling Nell there was no way in hell or any such universe he would ever consider being with her. Her face went chalk white, devoid of any blood, before it went beet red just as quickly, asking him why he wanted you so badly? What was it that you had that she didn’t. What was so special about you? You were nowhere near as attractive as she was.

Nell was fuming, thinking about all those men she thought she had won over – none of them wanted to stay with her, losing interest the moment sex was over. That was all she did really, offered them sex. You didn’t, the prude that you were. You believed in that stupid connection thing. As if. Men are not that complicated. Offer them sex and they will cave. There was no way any of them would have really gone for you, right? You didn’t stand a chance. And yet, here Joel stood, red in the face, telling her to stay away from him.

“Because, Nell, on your best day, you are not even a tenth of the woman that she is.”

He went inside and threw himself onto his couch, rubbing his face, his heart beating uncomfortably fast. He opened his eyes when he heard the door click shut. Sarah was standing over him, arms crossed, looking impressed.

“Wow,” she said, “You can stand up for yourself.” She sat down next to him, snuggling him. “You okay, Dad?”

He hugged her with all his might, nodding, feeling as if he had let her down. The teenager took it upon herself to cheer him up, and made him some boxed mac and cheese, chewing with her mouth open to make him laugh. She even watched some kung fu movie he had always wanted to watch, falling asleep somewhere near the 15 minutes mark.

He didn’t know what he had done in his past life to deserve a daughter like her. Somehow, he managed to breeze by these 15 years pretending to be a parent, when really, it was her who had been taking care of him. She told him that Nell posted on some online forum, telling people that she and him were a secret couple, painting you as the baddie who had always taken everything from her. She had been googling silly medical stuff to ask you about, just so you would reply to her, and then reading them to him, just so he could have a piece of something that was from you, just so that he could smile. She read your witty replies, making him laugh, sleeping easier that night simply from the thought that he heard a joke from you that day. She made him that French Toast you taught her to make, going so far as using the spare key to your place to steal some of that good vanilla you used whenever you made them.

He burst into tears upon taking the first bite, missing you so much, regretting his naivety so much he couldn’t breathe. And what did his little girl do? She sat with him and cut the toast into small pieces, feeding them to him, telling him they won’t taste as good when they went cold.

He had just finished a load of laundry when he received the birthday text from you, his heart soaring. He couldn’t help himself. He texted you back, his fingers shockingly efficient, telling you how much he missed you. He had just clicked ‘send’ when he heard raised voices outside.

Sarah had been getting into gardening lately and was trying to do as much of it while the weather was still alright. He peeked through the window to see Nell shouting at her, something about a comment she made on her post, how Sarah had openly humiliated her, blaming her for the fact that she had been cut off from everyone. Sarah wouldn’t back down, and Joel could see Nell was getting more and more agitated. Joel turned to put a shirt on when he heard a scuffle, immediately yelling for Tommy to come downstairs. By the time he got to Sarah, his BabyGirl was already down, blood blooming on her shirt, the three pronged thing next to her, covered in blood. Nell was gunning it down the street, Tommy chasing her, along with some neighbours who saw the whole thing take place. Joel immediately dialled 911, falling down on his knees trying to calm his daughter down, his heart beating in his mouth.

The minutes crawled by. Tommy and Maria arrived not long after she was wheeled into surgery, bringing him his clothes and whatever would help from home. Your assistant, a sweet young man called Tony brought him food, making sure he was alright, even waited for news from you with him, sitting at one corner of the room with his iPad, managing your schedule, not that he could eat right now. His insides were churning, his eyes leaking. Your young intern, the one who brought him to your private office so he could shower and change, had been coming to him every hour with updates, telling him how Sarah was doing, not that it was helping. All he longed for was to see you come out with a smile on your face, telling him that his BabyGirl was going to be alright, that he didn’t have to arrange for a… that Sarah, his BabyGirl, was alive, and would stay alive. Please.

He told the cops what he knew, Tommy filling in every now and again. His head wasn’t working. He couldn’t concentrate. Sarah. She was all he could think about.

About six hours in, Tommy and Maria suddenly stood up, as did Tony, placing his iPad on the coffee table in front of him. Joel found himself frozen as he watched a tired looking you stand just outside of the double glass doors, talking to another doctor, looking at something on the tablet he was holding. He couldn’t stand up. His mind was trying to decipher your expressions, were you sad? Happy? Nonchalant? What?

His heart almost stopped when he saw a frown on your face as you talked to the doctor, looking worried as you explained something to him. It stopped completely when the doctor’s hopeful expression turned dour, slowly nodding, as you patted him on his arm and walked inside, that same sad expression on your face. Your eyes went immediately to Tony’s, who looked rather sad now, too.

Oh God. No. No. No.

You took a deep breath, and turned to him, looking straight into his eyes.

You smiled.

Joel burst into tears, his shoulders heaving from his sobs, relieved to see that smile. You immediately went to him, kneeling in front of him, hugging him so tightly, whispering to him.

“Surgery went well, she’s still in recovery, but she’s responding very well. Tony’s gonna take you to her room, okay? You’ll be more comfortable there. Barring any complications, she’ll be back home and bossing you around in no time at all.”

Joel’s sobs turned into laughter, nodding his head, loosening the hug a bit to thank you before engulfing you in a bigger, tighter one, thank yous falling from his lips over and over. He didn’t let go all the way until his sobs calmed down.

Tony cleared his throat.

“Joel,” you whispered, as you felt his hug relaxed, but showing no signs of release.

“Hmm?” he answered, somehow managing to do so in a whisper too.

“I just spent 6 hours standing, the kneeling is killing my knees and my back. Can I go back to standing now?”

He laughed, letting you go, standing up and helping you stand. You stretched your back and repeated what you told him to a very confused Maria and Tommy, giving them hugs as well.

“Tony’s gonna take you to her room now, they’ll bring her in soon. I have to go see to another patient, but I will come and check on Sarah in a bit okay?”

Joel watched as you walked out. His heart felt 1000 times lighter. His BabyGirl was going to be alright, she made it through surgery. And he just saw you again and hugged you for so long he felt as if all the essence that left his body as he watched you drive away that night, the rest of which got sucked out as he watched his daughter almost bleed to death today, came whooshing back into his body.

He could breathe again.

Joel woke up in the semi darkened room. You were just about to walk away, having placed a blanket over his body. You stopped when you felt his hand around your wrist.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“What time is it?”

“It’s 4 am.”

“Why aren’t you asleep?”

“I’m on call.”

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, looking up at you. He patted the seat next to him, eyes begging you to sit down.

“How is she doing?”

“We’re very optimistic. All the numbers are where it should be. She’s stable. We just need to watch her for a few days.”

“Thank you for saving her.”

“I’m just one person. A whole team of us was in there.”

“Still, thank you.”

You smiled.

“I miss seeing you smile.”

You took his hand in yours, intending to soothe him. He let you, lacing his fingers with yours.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so dumb. I just didn’t see what she was doing.”

You huffed a small laugh, “No man has.”

He didn’t say anything, regret clear on his features. “She’s still out there.”

“They’ll get her. She’s never been street savvy. She might surrender just because she’s hungry.”

He let out a laugh, forgetting to whisper, before shushing himself. He caressed your hand with his thumb.

“Did you mean what you said?” you warily asked.

“Which of my grovelling these past three weeks are you referring to?”

You giggled, which caused him to giggle, the two of you giddy like high school girls for quite a while before you finally managed to say something.

“That thing you said that night, when I was packing.” You didn’t want to say it. You didn’t want to hope. What if it was just something he said out of desperation? Out of panic?

“That I’m in love with you?”

You nodded, not looking him in the eyes. He lifted your face with his fingers, gentle, subtle. “Look at me, Lynn,” he whispered. He waited until your eyes met his before speaking.

“Yes. I meant every word. I’m in love with you, Dr Ava Lynn Williams, I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you.”

You scrunched your face in disgust. “That day you moved in? I hadn’t showered or slept in 36 hours, I must’ve looked like a zombie. Smelled like one too.”

He smiled, “The sexiest, most beautiful zombie in the world. I almost dropped Sarah’s fish. I would’ve been in a lot of trouble had that happened.”

You raised your eyebrows in agreement. He smiled, nodding with you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

He shrugged, “Look at you. Your office is bigger than my first house. You have little doctors running around doing your bidding, you have a personal assistant, who, by the way, treated my so well today I might as well be the CEO or something. I offhandedly mentioned coffee to Tommy and it was hand delivered to me within minutes.”

You laughed, “I’ll make sure he gets a raise then.”

He smiled, “You’re a kick-ass surgeon. I’m a contractor. Sarah’s Mom left us because I couldn’t give her the fancy life she wanted. I didn’t know if you would even look twice at someone like me.”

He hung his head, playing with your hand.

“Someone like you? Someone kind? Funny? Reliable? A great father? A good friend? A great listener? Which of these great qualities are you referring too? And why would someone like you want someone like me? I’m always working. I’m never home. Although, to be honest, I’m working so much more than I need to be because I don’t like coming home to an empty house.”

It’s your turn to hang your head, playing with his hand.

“They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. This past year, I’ve missed you every time you were not home. I’m in love with you. I’ll wait for you at home every day for the rest of my life, if you give me a chance.”

You were quiet for a beat, the longest beat in the world for him, his ears filled with the beating of his own heart.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

His heart soared. His smiled so widely his ears hurt. He leaned in, taking your chin between his fingers, his eyes closing.

You beeper went off.

‘Code Blue. 1403.’

“I have to go,” you said, jumping up, giving him a quick peck on the cheek before running out, joining the line of running nurses outside Sarah’s room.

“You’re gonna have to get used to that now that you guys are dating,” Sarah’s voice interrupted his high from your acceptance of his love. He jumped up, eager to give his daughter a careful hug.

His world felt complete.

Nell was arrested early the next day. She never left the neighbourhood, apparently, coming back home after spending the night in someone’s garage. She put up quite a fight, causing a racket, screaming that her heart surgeon doctor husband was going to sue the police department and everyone who commented on the post she made. Word was, there were footage of that going around the internet.

She was denied bail and was expected to spend a considerable amount of her life behind bars. As far as you knew, no one went to visit her, save for her parents, who came out disappointed. She spent the entire time they were there blaming them for everything that went wrong in her life.

Sarah went home seven days later, the whole neighbourhood there to welcome her home. You spent the entirety of her hospital stay at the hospital, sending in a cleaning crew to your house after seeing the state Nell left it in after living there without your presence for three weeks. After Sarah was settled in for the night, you helped them clean up and took your leave. Joel walked you home, hands in his pocket as you unlocked your front door with your new set of keys. He leaned in and kissed you on the cheek, the standard practice thus far, seeing as you were literally at work since accepting his proposal at being a couple.

Except this time you were no longer at work.

So you turned your head and captured his lips, earning you a desperate whimper from him, his hands quickly coming up to cup your face. Your lips parted in pleasant surprise, and he took advantage of that, slipping his tongue against yours. Your head was buzzing, your body alight, a helpless moan escaping you as he gently pushed you against your front door, the kiss turning heated in no time.

“It’s okay guys, Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria’s got me,” Sarah’s voice cheekily broke the silence of the night from her bedroom window.

“Yep, don’t worry brother, I’m going to lock up now,” Tommy answered.

And with that, your hand grabbed blindly behind you, desperately finding the door knob as his kisses travelled from your lips to your jaw, sucking your earlobe, his hands slipping under your shirt to grab your waist, lifting you into his arms as the door opened, carrying you inside, kicking the door closed behind him.

FIN.

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How sbsf!chris and bsf!LS met blurb! (?)

Warning! Mentions of underage drinking (dont do this!), cursing, sharing a bed for the first time. Lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: i made up a fake school name bc im to lazy to look one up.

November 23rd, 2020 (we are just gonna pretend covid wasn’t a thing)

“Aren’t you supposed to be the older mature one?” You say as you half ass carry your sister out of the long awaited over hyped party thrown by one of the lacrosse boys. “God you fucking reek of cheap vodka” you add letting out a sigh.

“Y/n…. Did… did i ever tell you how much i looooove you!” She exclaims throwing her arms around your shoulders. “Yes many times but your drunk and I need to sneak you in before mom and dad realize im gone too and we both end up grounded.” Turning your sister to her side as you drape one of her arms over your shoulders and wrap ur arm around her waist.

Your struggling to even walk with how drunk she is. She finally takes you both down. “Goddamn lys, your too fucking drunk. You cant even walk straight. You cant go home like this.” You let out a huff brushing your hair out your face. Sitting in the ground contemplating life at this point. Your stuck you dont know what to do.

“Yo lys?! You good?” You hear a guy call out. Looking up you see him. Christopher Sturniolo. Sure you know of him. You know he’s friends with your sister, and some of the girls in your school have hooked up with him, you’ve just never met him in person or spoke to him. That also maybe because you don’t even go to the same school as your sister. You wanted a better education and talked your parents into letting you go to a private school.

Chris leans down and helps her up. It takes your sister a minute but once she realizes its him she lets out an excited squeal wrapping her arms around his neck “CHRIS! Where have you been?! Ive been looking for you all night… oh my god were you with one of your slu- okay kid your talking to much” he cuts her off. He looks over at you raising an eyebrow.

“And who are you?” He asks looking you up and down. “Y/n… Lys’ sister.” You answer bluntly. He looks at you like you have 3 heads. “OH YEA! Chris i forgot to mention it. Like ever but this is my sister y/n! Shes in a private school so shes like never home but shes home for thanksgiving break! And i missed her so much. You little shit why did you leave me here?!” She reaches out to you now crying stumbling causing you both to fall again.

“Fuck!” You yell out as she lands on top of you heads clashing together. “Lys get off of me dude. Cmon get up. You cant go home like this. Fuck am I gonna have to sneak you into grans?” You push her off of you standing up again. This time Chris helping you stand her up straight. “She can stay at my place. She usually does when shes like this. My parents dont mind. They always help make up an excuse when it comes to your mom and dad. You can stay too if you’d like.” He says draping lys’ arm over his shoulder looking at you.

“I dont know… shes like messy drunk… i wouldnt want anything to happen.” You say looking up at him. “Hey shes been to my house worse. She broke my moms favorite vase once. Its okay. You guys can sleep in my bed ill crash with one of my brothers.” He says as he looks around finally he spots a boy that looks just like him? Twin maybe?

“Yo Matt we gotta go. Project get Lys inside before she runs off is a go. I’ll start the car get Nick.” Matt sighs walking over looking at Lys “you really need to lighten up on the alcohol kid.” He says brushing her hair out of her face. “Nick went home already. Something about having to finish his project for the yearbook.” Matt finally looks your way “who’s this? Chris your not bringing a random girl back to- Nah bro its Lys little sister apparently” Chris cuts Matt off.

“Maaaatttttt I missed youuuuuu” Lys says giving the boy a peck on the lips your eyes widen Lys looks at you “y/n… remember the guy that i told you about that ive known for a very long time and thought he was cute and sexy and hot and i wanted to date him. Its Matt. Hes my boyfriend now. Been for like a year now!” She beams over at you grinning ear to ear.

“Ohhhh so your Matt, she talks about you A LOT. Didnt know you were brothers with him.” You say pointing at Chris “let alone twins” you add. They both snicker “Twins? Nah were triplets kid. The other one just went home early.” Chris laughs. Triplets?! “Hate to burst yalls convo but i reallllyyy have to pee and i wanna sleep in matts bed y/n can sleep with Chris!”Lys exclaims.

“Uhm no its okay. Ill just sleep on the couch. Im gonna follow behind you guys in my car.” You say pointing back at your 2018 Chevy Malibu. “No our mom would light us on fire if we let you sleep on the couch. Did you drink? How much? Chris can drive you.” Matt speaks up. “Ive had like 3 seltzers. I should be fine.” You say pulling your keys out of your bag. Chris snatching them out of your hand. “Yea im not letting my best friends little sister drink and drive. C’mon plus its better than driving alone” he shoots you a small grin.

The car ride was silent. The faint sound of pyramids by Frank Ocean playing in the background. “So what private school do you go too?” Chris speaks up breaking the silence. “Oh uhm i go to St. Marias all girls school.” You say as you dig in your bag looking for your phone. “Ahhh thats pretty far. Like a 2 maybe 3 hour drive from here?” He says “wouldn’t you know” you mumble back.

“What did you say?” He says looking over at you “I mean for it to be as far as it is from Somerville you sure do got a rep there.” You say. This time taking your seatbelt off and turning the light on in the car searching for your phone. “So youve heard about me?” He asks. Still looking for your phone you lean into the back over the middle console not really paying attention on how chris gots a full view of your ass.

He takes in a sharp breath looking back towards the road. “I mean its really not that hard to hear about you when all the girls on campus FOUND IT!” You cut yourself off in excitement turning back around and putting your seatbelt back on. “But yea all the girls in campus talk about you.” He lets a little hum. “What do they say?” He asks.

“I mean im sure you know, that your you know good at stuff.” You say scrolling through your phone. “What kinda stuff.” Hes nudging the answer out of you. You know he is. Your not dumb. “Im not answering that. Im sure you have context clues. Unless you’re some brainless jock of a senior.” You say shaking your head looking towards him. He lets out a little laugh.

You guys finally make it home and see that Matt and Lys have already beat you guys there. Heading inside tiptoeing up the stairs you walk into Chris’ room. He grabs a pair of plaid pants and a white tee and hands them to you. “You can change in here ill step out.” He says. “Thanks” you mumble back. After getting dressed you tell him he can come back in.

He grabs a pillow and a blanket off the back of his gaming chair throwing them on the floor. You assumed its for you so you kneel down. “What are you doing?” He says “going to sleep?” You question. “Nah you can sleep on the bed. Ill sleep on the floor.” He says “oh okay” you say getting up and climbing into the bed.

After about 30 mins of hearing Chris huff and puff and stir around on the ground you finally sit up. “Chris. Just sleep in the bed. I dont mind. Its yours anyways” you say. “Are you sure. I dont wanna make you uncomfortable” he says. “Yea just stay on one side ill stay on the other.” You say as you lay back down and turn facing the wall. He crawls in behind you. “Goodnight y/n” he says. “Yea goodnight Chris” you say closing your eyes. Drifting to sleep.

BOW!

I feel like this was very long idk. But update wooooooo.

🏷️: @grace-sturnz , @matts-girlfriend , @courta13 , @r0set0y , @chriss-slutt

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request: omg, so i requested the recent vamp story where the sister is taken and what you made was beyond what i was expecting :O it was so good and that you for taking my request!! i have another and was wondering if you’d be open to a part two of some sort? i was thinking maybe one where sister is back hunting again after taking enough time to heal and has a run-in with some vamps on a hunt with sam and dean and they’re just really protective and careful regarding her trauma of the incident. thank you as always, love reading your stuff!! xx

A/N: I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!! That makes me so happy omg. So I added a different story in first and then finished with the story you requested! I thought it would be interesting to see the trauma immediately after and then see how she would react once she got back into hunting and realized it was a vampire just like you said! Hope you love this one too!! Requests are always open please feel free to request anything and everything :))

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/winchestersisterimaginessss/773244669590110208/request-hiii-i-was-wondering-if-youd-do-a-fic

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

The past few days had felt like a blur—moments of calm, but mostly filled with the quiet, relentless hum of recovery. You were still healing physically, though the scars from your vampire attack had left deeper marks than you cared to admit. The wounds on your body weren’t as fresh anymore, but the memories, the trauma, clung to you like a second skin.

Right now, you sat on the couch, tucked under a blanket, with a bowl of popcorn resting on your lap. Dean was sprawled out next to you, his fingers casually flicking through channels on the TV. He hadn’t said much about the attack, but you could tell he was furious about what had happened to you. Still, he knew what you needed tonight—distraction.

Dean, being Dean, was doing his best to keep your mind off the bandages Sam had to change again. Sam had done this for the past few days—cleaning the bites on your neck, chest, and thighs. The sting of antiseptic, the way it burned and tugged at your skin, had started to feel like a trigger every time, sending you spiraling into panic.

So, Dean had put on some ridiculous rom-com. He knew how much you hated them, but that was the point. He was making you focus on something else, something harmless. He made sure the movie had all the clichéd plotlines that he knew would make you roll your eyes and distract you long enough for Sam to get everything ready.

"How is this even a thing?" you muttered, picking at the popcorn, trying to ignore the way your stomach churned at the thought of the next round of bandages. "I mean, seriously. Who falls in love because of a wedding dress? It's just… ridiculous."

Dean chuckled, glancing over at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That’s the magic of these movies, kiddo. You don’t have to make sense of them."

You snorted, shaking your head as you tried to focus on the screen, but the images of Sam’s hands on your skin, cleaning your wounds, kept sneaking their way into your thoughts. Every time Sam touched the bandages, it felt like the past was clawing its way back, and the panic that followed was almost worse than the physical pain.

Dean must have noticed the change in your expression, because he immediately turned down the volume, his face softening as he looked at you. “You okay?” he asked quietly, his voice low but filled with concern. You didn't even need to see the worry in his eyes to know he was paying attention.

You swallowed hard, forcing a half-smile. “Yeah, just… thinking. I don’t know if I’m ready for Sam to change them again.”

Dean’s lips twitched into a sympathetic frown. He had been through this before with you. He knew what it was like, not just the physical pain of the bites, but the aftermath, the mental toll it took on you. “He’ll go easy on you, I promise. We have to make sure they’re healing properly.”

You didn’t answer, instead shifting awkwardly on the couch, avoiding his gaze. You wanted to believe him, but there was this knot in your stomach that wouldn’t let go. The thought of Sam getting close to those marks again—touching your skin where they’d been—just felt like too much.

Before you could say anything more, the door to the hallway creaked open, and Sam appeared in the doorway, medical kit in hand. He was dressed in a plain gray hoodie and sweats, looking every bit the calm, collected Winchester he always was, but you could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the worry there that made your chest tighten.

“How you feeling?” Sam asked, his voice as gentle as always. He knew the routine by now—he wasn’t going to rush, wasn’t going to force you to do anything, but the time had come. He couldn’t let you keep avoiding it, either. “We should take a look at those wounds again. They need fresh bandages.”

Your stomach dropped at the sight of the kit. You were already shaking slightly, your hands clenching into fists around the blanket. You felt yourself pulling inward, as though shrinking away from the inevitable. Sam’s presence wasn’t a problem—it was the association with the pain and vulnerability you’d been feeling that made everything worse.

Dean must have seen your discomfort because he was quick to push the popcorn aside and scoot closer, pulling you into his side. “Hey, look, Sam’s not gonna do anything you’re not ready for. But we can’t keep putting this off,” he said, his tone firm but warm. “We’ll get through this together, alright?”

You nodded, but the lump in your throat made it hard to breathe. Sam, still standing in the doorway with the medical kit, took a few slow steps toward you, but he didn’t move too fast. He didn’t want to startle you.

“I’ll go slow,” Sam promised, holding up the kit in a gesture that, while well-meaning, only made the anxiety in your chest rise. “I’ll talk you through everything and only do what you’re comfortable with. We can take breaks if you need them.”

Dean, sensing your discomfort, nudged you lightly with his elbow. “Look, I know this is a pain in the ass, kid, but we’re gonna get you through it. Sam’s gonna take care of you, alright?”

Your eyes flicked between Sam and Dean. Sam was trying so hard to be gentle, his face full of quiet understanding.

“Okay,” you whispered, a soft sigh escaping your lips. You didn’t want to say it aloud, but the truth was, you couldn’t avoid this forever. You had to face the pain. You had to face it head-on if you were going to heal.

Sam moved in, sitting across from you with the kit on the table in front of him. He gave you that comforting smile of his, the one that always made you feel a little bit safer, even when your world felt out of control.

He opened the kit, and you immediately tensed, feeling the weight of the moment settle on you. Sam glanced up at you, his eyes softening with empathy. “I’m right here. It’s just a bandage change. We’ll be done before you know it.”

You nodded, trying to ignore the rush of dread coursing through your veins. You could feel your heart beginning to race again as Sam prepared the antiseptic. The smell of it hit you first—sharp, sterile, and clinical. It made your stomach twist.

Dean’s hand settled on your shoulder, grounding you. “Just look at me,” he said, his voice steady but light, as if he was trying to keep everything casual. “We’re watching this terrible chick flick together. You’re gonna survive this, trust me.”

You didn’t know if it worked, but you found your eyes trained on the TV, watching the movie unfold in front of you even though you couldn’t focus on a single word. The only thing that mattered was Dean’s hand on your shoulder, and the fact that Sam was there, working slowly, carefully.

Sam moved with deliberate precision, peeling away the old bandages with practiced hands, and you could feel the sting of the antiseptic as it touched your raw skin. It burned like fire, and you bit back a gasp, your nails digging into the blanket in your lap.

Dean, noticing the shift in your expression, leaned down to whisper in your ear. “You’re doing great, kiddo. Just a little more.”

It was the constant pressure of his presence, the steadiness of Sam’s touch, that kept you from completely losing it. Sam cleaned the wounds on your thighs, your neck, and your chest with gentle care, his fingers brushing over the sensitive skin. It was a slow, deliberate process, each movement purposeful, but every moment sent a jolt of panic through you. The pain, the stinging, the vulnerability—it all felt like a flood you couldn’t control. Your breath caught as Sam’s fingers brushed against the tender skin near your collarbone. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block it out, trying to push it all away, but you couldn’t. It felt like you were back there again—tied down, helpless, vulnerable. The memories wrapped themselves around you, tight and suffocating, like those vampires’ hands had once been.

You gasped, the sudden panic gripping your chest. "I’m… I’m scared," you whispered, barely able to say the words. You hadn’t meant to speak aloud. You hadn’t meant to break down in front of them, but it all spilled out before you could stop it.

Dean froze, his head snapping toward you, his face twisting in concern. He hated seeing you like this. Hated it. His hand tightened on your shoulder as he leaned in closer, his voice low and steady. “Hey, hey, you’re okay.”

Sam, too, softened, his movements slowing as he looked up from the antiseptic bottle. His eyes were filled with understanding and concern. “I know it’s hard, bug. It’s okay to be scared. Let me know when you feel comfortable enough for me to continue.” Sam said quietly, setting the antiseptic aside for a moment as he gave you space to breathe.

The room felt heavy. The faint hum of the movie was the only thing that seemed to fill the silence, but it wasn’t enough to push away the tightness in your chest. It felt like the walls were closing in, and the sting of the antiseptic that had once been a minor irritation now felt like a brand on your skin.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to force the anxiety back down, but it was impossible. The images, the sounds, the feeling of those vampire hands—the terror—it all crashed over you in waves. The feeling of being completely powerless, unable to stop what was happening to you. Your breath hitched, quick and shallow, as you tried to calm yourself, but it wasn’t working.

“Look at me, please,” Dean’s voice was soft, urging but not pushing. “I need you to focus, just on me, alright?”

You opened your eyes slowly, finding Dean’s face inches from yours, his eyes steady, intense, and full of reassurance. His thumb brushed over your shoulder in slow, comforting strokes. “We’re here. You’re safe.”

You nodded, tears welling up but not falling, a mixture of relief and terror making it hard to breathe. The vulnerability you felt from the scars—inside and out—was overwhelming, but there was something about Dean’s presence, his protective nature, that made you feel like you could breathe again.

Sam, who had been waiting patiently for you to regain some composure, leaned forward, his hands gentle as he began to work again, but this time, slower. His movements were deliberate, taking care to ease the tension you were still holding in your body. He was so quiet, so careful, and it made the process bearable. The burn of the antiseptic was still there, but Sam’s steady presence was grounding.

“I’m here. You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little more,” Sam said, his voice calm and soothing.

Your breath steadied as you focused on Dean, still holding your gaze, his thumb now rubbing circles against your skin. The movie was long forgotten, the characters and their ridiculous romantic gestures a distant hum in the background. It was just you, Sam, and Dean. And in that moment, the pressure in your chest eased, just a little.

But then, as Sam’s fingers brushed the edge of the bandage near your collarbone, your body stiffened again, your breath catching in your throat. The pressure of being touched in the same spot—it felt too familiar, too wrong. And before you could stop it, the images flashed back—the vampire’s cold hands, their grip on you, their teeth sinking into your skin. You were back there, trapped, unable to escape.

You gasped again, your eyes flying open wide, and you shot up from the couch, pulling away from Sam’s hands as panic overwhelmed you. Your chest was tight, the air suddenly thick and impossible to breathe.

“No, no, no,” you gasped, backing away quickly, hands trembling. “I can’t… I can’t do this. Not again.”

Dean was immediately on his feet, his arms outstretched toward you, his voice frantic with concern. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. You’re safe. We’re right here, kid.”

But you couldn’t stop the flood of panic that was choking you, the memories threatening to swallow you whole. You shook your head, backing further into the corner, trying to create space between yourself and everything that was happening.

Sam, too, stood up slowly, watching you carefully, his hands held up in front of him, not wanting to force anything. “It’s okay, bug. You’re okay. We’re not gonna make you do anything you’re not ready for. Just breathe, alright?”

But your breath was ragged, too shallow to fill your lungs, and you couldn’t shake the image of yourself tied down, vulnerable. The fear of it was so raw, so fresh, that it felt like you were living it all over again.

Dean quickly moved to you, his hands gripping your shoulders, his voice low but insistent. “Look at me. You’re okay, kiddo. You’re not back there. You’re right here, with me and Sam. You’re safe.”

You felt him there, his warmth seeping through you, grounding you in a way that only Dean could. His hands were gentle on your arms, but firm enough to remind you that you were real, that this moment was real.

“I’m right here,” he repeated, his voice unwavering. “You’re not going anywhere, and neither are we.”

You nodded, but the tension still hadn’t fully left your body. The tears were right there, but you fought them back, swallowing down the sobs that tried to claw their way out. You wanted to be strong. You didn’t want to break down in front of them, but you couldn’t stop the flood of emotions that kept rising.

Sam took a small step forward, speaking softly. “You know you can trust me, sweetheart. We’ll work through this and take our time, no pressure, no rush.”

You swallowed hard, and as you turned your gaze back to Sam, you saw the unwavering kindness in his eyes, the patience that had always been there for you. And you knew, deep down, that with them, you could find your way back.

Slowly, you took a deep breath. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face it, but you couldn’t hide forever.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I’m ready… but only if we go slow.”

Dean’s grip tightened slightly, offering you that final reassurance before letting go. “Take all the time you need, kid. We’re with you.” Sam gently started working on you again, his eyes trained on you, seeing if there was a shift in your expression so he could keep you comfortable.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice strained.

Sam didn’t stop. He kept working, cleaning the wounds, bandaging you up, never once pushing you faster than you could handle. "No need to apologize," he said softly. "You're safe, and you're doing fine."

You wanted to believe him. You really did. But it was hard to reconcile what you felt inside—how each new bandage felt like a painful reminder—against the gentle, quiet assurances Sam and Dean kept offering. They couldn’t erase the past, but maybe, just maybe, they could help you move forward. One small step at a time.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Sam finished. The antiseptic had burned, but now the bandages were clean, fresh, and the tension in the room slowly ebbed away. You exhaled slowly, your chest still tight, but relieved it was over.

“See?” Dean said with a soft chuckle, pulling you closer. “You did it.”

You leaned into him, the warmth of his presence a balm to the rawness of your nerves. Maybe it wasn’t perfect. Maybe the past would always be there, lurking in the shadows. But with Dean and Sam by your side, you had a fighting chance. One step at a time.

And maybe, just maybe, you could heal.

——————

The weeks that had passed since the vampire attack felt like a disorienting blur. Every day, you were confronted with reminders—physical scars that Sam still gently helped dress every few days, the tender bruises where the vampire had sunk its teeth, and the nightmares that would drag you awake in a cold sweat. Sometimes, you couldn’t remember where the nightmare ended and the real world began. But you fought to push through it. You had to. And yet, the deeper parts of you—those hidden wounds—remained raw and unhealed.

But each time you pushed through. You started getting back into hunting and started to get back to the normal you once knew. That night, you tried to focus. You sat in the diner booth with your brothers, surrounded by the smell of stale coffee and the hum of fluorescent lights. You tried to concentrate on the case files spread in front of you, but it was hard. The tension in the air made everything feel ten times heavier, like you were carrying a weight that no one else could see. Sam and Dean, on the other hand, were in their element, discussing the details of the case in front of them.

At first, it seemed like any other missing persons case. Disappearances that could have been caused by anything—wild animals, maybe. But then you noticed the detail that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up: the bodies had been found drained of blood. No signs of struggle, no other injuries. Just lifeless, empty, drained.

And that’s when you saw the look exchanged between Sam and Dean—a quiet, knowing glance that spoke volumes without a single word. Sam’s jaw tightened, and Dean’s face darkened. Their eyes met again, this time just for a brief second, but it was enough for you to know.

Without a word, Sam spoke, his voice steady but laced with the knowledge of what this could mean. “I think we’re dealing with a vampire.”

The word hit you like a physical blow. Your stomach churned, and the room around you felt suddenly far too small, far too tight. You could feel the blood draining from your face, your heart hammering in your chest. You felt the world go quiet, the pounding in your ears drowning out everything else. The word “vampire�� clung to the air like smoke, heavy and suffocating.

You had to swallow. You had to breathe.

“Wait,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hand, shaking, gripped the edge of the table as you scrambled to keep your composure. “No… no, it can’t be… I mean, it could be something else, right? Something we’re missing, maybe? It’s not a… it’s not one of those, right?”

The panic was already clawing at your throat. You could feel it. The fear was rising faster than you could keep up with. Your chest felt tight, and every breath came with a sharp, painful gasp. You tried to force the words out of your mouth, tried to convince yourself that there had to be another explanation, that it wasn’t what you feared, that it couldn’t be.

Dean and Sam exchanged another glance, their eyes locking again, this time softer, full of concern. They were already moving into protective mode, but they were careful. Too careful, and it sent a surge of dread straight to your chest. Dean’s brows furrowed as he leaned forward, his tone softer now but no less firm.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” His voice was calm, but you could hear the weight of worry in it. “It’s gonna be okay. We’re here. We’ve got you, alright?”

But the words weren’t enough. You could feel your hands trembling as they gripped the table harder. The world around you felt like it was closing in. The dim lighting of the diner seemed to flicker in and out, and every sound felt distant. All you could hear was the rushing of blood in your ears, and that word. Vampire. Vampire.

“No, no, no…,” you gasped, your voice breaking as you tried to force the panic back down. “It can’t be! We… we must be missing something. It can’t be one of them—not again.”

You were panicking now. There was no stopping it. It was like a wave crashing over you, and you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything except feel the terror. The memories were flooding back, crashing into your thoughts like jagged glass. The bite. The cold hands. The fangs. The helplessness. The terror.

Dean saw it. He saw the fear in your eyes, the way you were trembling violently now, the way your breath came in shallow, frantic gasps. His face softened with concern, and his hand was immediately on your shoulder, his touch firm but gentle.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He was right there in front of you, his voice low and soothing. “Breathe. You’re safe, okay? You’re with us. You’re not alone in this.”

Sam was by your side now, his tall frame leaning in close, his hand resting gently on your arm, trying to steady you. “It’s alright,” he said softly, his voice steady. “We’ll take it slow, alright? We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

But the words, as comforting as they were, didn’t reach you. The panic was too much. You couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop the fear from clawing up your throat. The memories were too fresh, too close. You could still feel the bite on your neck, the feeling of the vampire’s cold hands digging into your skin, the way you’d almost died that night. It was all too much.

Dean’s grip tightened on your shoulder, his eyes locking with yours. His voice dropped to a softer, more reassuring tone. “Listen to me. We’re not asking you to be brave, not right now. We’re not throwing you into anything you can’t handle. You’re not going through this alone, alright? We’ll be with you every step of the way. Every step.”

You nodded, your breath coming in ragged sobs as you tried to force the panic back down. But it was hard. It felt impossible.

Sam squeezed your hand gently, his voice filled with understanding. “We’ll take it slow. If you don’t want to go out there, that’s okay. We’ll make the call. We’ll figure out a different approach.”

Your eyes flickered between them, the fear still holding you hostage. They weren’t pushing. They weren’t rushing you. They weren’t going to leave you to face this alone, no matter what. It was in the way they looked at you, the way they spoke, the way they moved closer. They were careful, so careful with you, and it made you realize something deep in your chest.

You weren’t alone. And maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to face the terror.

The next few hours felt like an eternity. The night air was heavy, thick with the scent of decay and the sound of your own heartbeat thumping against your ribs. Each step you took toward the dilapidated house felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, the fear coiling tighter in your chest with every breath. You had been through this before—hunted vampires, faced down demons, survived things you never thought possible. But tonight was different. Tonight, you felt like you were walking toward something that might break you, something you couldn’t control.

Dean was in front, steady and sure, his movements swift and fluid, his eyes sharp with focus. Sam was right behind him, tall and calm as always, his brow furrowed with quiet concern. And you? You were somewhere in between—pushing forward but struggling to suppress the deep anxiety gnawing at your insides.

You could see it in their eyes, the way they both kept glancing over their shoulders at you, making sure you were right there. They’d never let you go into this alone, not after everything. They knew you better than anyone. They knew the scars, the fears, and the pieces of you that still hadn’t fully healed from the last encounter with vampires—the one that had nearly broken you.

"Stay close," Dean’s voice was sharp, but it held an underlying tenderness, one that made your chest tighten. He was looking at you now, his eyes softer than they had been when the hunt first began. He could tell you were already on edge, could see the way your hands were shaking slightly as you gripped your weapon.

You nodded, not trusting your voice. You didn’t want to be weak. You didn’t want them to see how scared you were. But no matter how hard you tried, the fear lingered, like a shadow that wouldn’t leave.

The house loomed ahead, dark and menacing. Broken windows, a door hanging off its hinges, the faintest flicker of movement within. A vampire was in there, preying on the town’s innocent. But tonight, the vampire felt different. This one was going to test you, push you past your limits in ways you weren’t sure you were ready for.

The moment Dean pushed the door open, it creaked eerily, sending a jolt of fear through you. You couldn’t help but flinch.

"You good?" Sam’s voice came from behind you, softer than Dean’s, but no less filled with concern. You tried to force a smile, but it came out more like a grimace.

"Yeah," you said, but even to your own ears, it didn’t sound convincing.

"You sure?" Sam pressed. His hand brushed against your shoulder, a quiet gesture of support.

You swallowed hard. You weren’t ready. But you had to be. You couldn’t let them down. You couldn’t let yourself down.

"I'm sure," you lied, the words shaky. But Sam’s eyes didn’t lie either. He wasn’t buying it. He didn’t have to. He knew you well enough to see the cracks in the facade you were desperately trying to hold together.

Dean was already moving ahead, his footsteps confident, his gun drawn. Sam followed close behind, keeping a wary eye on you as he took up the rear. You kept pace with them, the weight of your fear trying to pull you back, but you pushed it down, reminding yourself that you couldn’t break now. Not here. Not with them.

But then you heard it—the unmistakable sound of footsteps in the dark, a low hiss. The vampire. It was here.

Your heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, everything felt too fast. Too real. Your breath came in shallow gasps, and you found yourself freezing, unable to move, unable to speak.

Dean was ahead, focused on the approaching figure, his hand steady with his knife. Sam was behind him, ready, but you were still stuck, frozen in place. You could feel the panic clawing up your throat, choking you. No, not again. Don’t freeze. Don’t freeze.

But it was too late.

The vampire shot forward in a blur of motion, and before you could even think, it was on you. Cold, clammy hands wrapped around your throat, lifting you off your feet, slamming you back into the wall with enough force to rattle your bones. You gasped for air, but its grip tightened, cutting off your breath.

Everything around you went hazy—the world narrowing to the choking pressure at your neck. Your head spun, and all you could think was No. Not again.

Dean and Sam were shouting, but their voices were distant. Your vision blurred, the edges growing dark, your mind starting to slip into panic.

Not again. Not like this. I can’t die like this.

But then something inside you snapped. A fierce, desperate instinct you didn’t know you still had. You shoved against the vampire’s chest with all the force you could muster, your body shaking with effort. For a moment, it stumbled, loosening its grip.

This is your chance.

With trembling hands, you reached for the knife, and in a blur of motion, you cute off its head.

You stood there, panting, staring at the empty space where the vampire had been just moments before. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, the adrenaline surging through you, but the shaking had intensified. You couldn’t stop it. Your legs felt weak, your hands trembling as they gripped the knife, your body fighting to stay upright.

And then, through the haze, you heard them—Sam and Dean. Their voices, louder now, breaking through the storm in your mind.

"Are you okay?" Dean’s voice was low but filled with concern, as he rushed to your side. His hand was on your shoulder, steadying you, but it didn’t erase the worry in his eyes. He was trying to keep it together, but you could see how proud he was. Proud, and afraid.

"Yeah," you whispered, but it didn’t feel like you were answering him. Your voice was weak, the words a mere echo of what you wanted to say.

Sam was right behind him, his face full of soft relief. “You did it,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You saved us. You saved yourself.”

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, but you fought them back, not wanting to show the vulnerability that was already spilling out. You had done it. You had killed the vampire.

But you were shaking uncontrollably now, your body betraying you as the reality of it all hit. The fear was still there, gnawing at your gut, but beneath it all was something else—something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Pride.

Dean’s hand gripped your arm more firmly now, but it was gentle—like he was scared you might fall apart. "Hey, you okay?" he asked again, his voice softer, laced with tenderness. He was watching you closely, searching for any sign that you might break.

You nodded, the motion small, but firm. "I’m okay," you said, your voice a little steadier. But you weren’t okay—not yet. Not mentally. You needed time.

But Dean knew that and didn’t push you. Instead he just pulled you into his chest, his touch gentle with understanding. "You did good. Really good."

Sam stepped in, his hand resting on your back, his expression full of pride. "That was great. You fought back. That’s something."

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath. "I was scared," you admitted, the words coming out in a whisper. "I didn’t know if I could…"

Dean stepped pulled you in tighter, his eyes softening. "We knew you could. You’ve always been stronger than you think."

They were proud of you. And maybe, just maybe, for the first time in a long while, you were starting to believe it too.

[aspenmissing]

Hello my dear! I need to get another idea out of my head. And I know, that it'll be here in good hands ^-^

Wdisappearance (and also Mylo's and Claggor's) death and Vi's disappearance, Powder was her last everything.

So, even though Silco was one of the main reasons all of this happened, she decided to work for him, to be as close to Powder as possible. Even though she knew, that working for him would change her (negatively) as a person.

Years passed and all of the sudden Vi stood in front of Reader, asking for her sister. Both of them started a big, emotional argument. Trying to understand each others side. What happened, what changed - How they changed as a person.

So it's like Sister Reader x Jinx but also kinda Vi x Sister Reader?

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ

ᴊɪɴx x ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠɪ (ꜰᴇᴀᴛ. ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ) || ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ || 4193 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴᴍᴇɴᴛ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ᴏʜ ʜᴇʟʟᴏᴏᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʙᴀᴋᴀɪ!! ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ! ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ, ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!! < 3 <3

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊɪɴx/ᴘᴏᴡᴅᴇʀ | ꜱɪʟᴄᴏ | ᴠɪ

Y/N stood in the shadows of the undercity, the faint glow of neon lights from the depths of Zaun painting the air around her in harsh hues of blue and red. She had been here for weeks now, lost in the haze of her own grief and guilt. The streets of Zaun had changed since the explosion at the factory, since that fateful night when Powder, the girl she had once shared a bond with, became something else. A bomb, a betrayal, and a fire that consumed everything—Vi, Mylo, Vander, and Claggor were gone, leaving only ashes and broken pieces of what used to be.

Powder was the last thing Y/N had left. Her name was etched into her heart like a scar, a reminder of the innocent girl she had tried to protect, the girl she had failed. But now, Powder was no longer the same. The girl who had once looked at Y/N with wide, hopeful eyes had turned into something dangerous, someone willing to destroy anything in her path for the sake of vengeance.

And Silco… Silco had been the one to take advantage of that. The undercity was his to control, and he knew exactly how to manipulate Powder’s anger and grief. He was the one who kept her close, fed her rage, and used her as a weapon. Y/N knew Silco was one of the architects of their destruction, but there was no going back now. In a way, she had chosen this path. She had chosen to be here, in the heart of the chaos, where the promise of reconnecting with Powder lingered like a fragile thread.

"You're late," a cold voice broke her reverie.

Y/N turned to face him. Silco, sitting in his high-backed chair, eyes glinting with calculated malice, didn’t seem surprised. He never did. He watched her, his posture relaxed but the air around him charged with an authority that commanded respect. He had been patient with her, understanding of her pain, and she hated herself for the way she responded to that understanding.

"I’m not here to talk," Y/N replied, her voice steady but hollow. She had long since stopped fighting the darkness that Silco offered. "I’m here because I need to see her."

His lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "You’ll see her when I allow it. You know how this works, little one. Loyalty has a price."

Y/N didn’t flinch. "I know."

But it was a lie. She didn’t know what she was getting into. She was too lost in her need to find Powder, to make things right, even if it meant becoming something she never wanted to be. Silco knew it, too. He had seen the cracks in her, the way the girl who had once been full of hope and ideals now teetered on the edge of despair.

"I want to help you, Y/N," Silco continued, leaning forward. "But you need to understand that to be close to her, you have to do more than just exist in the shadows. You need to prove your loyalty."

"How?" Y/N asked, her voice barely a whisper, as if she had already made the decision, even before hearing the answer.

Silco’s eyes gleamed as he leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping on the armrest. "There’s someone in Piltover who’s been a thorn in my side. A scientist. You’ll take care of them."

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t the first time Silco had made such a request. She had already done his bidding—small things, easy things, things that didn’t matter much. But now, it was different. Piltover wasn’t just some distant city. It was a place she had once dreamed of. The city where everything had seemed so full of promise before everything fell apart. Before Powder’s descent into chaos, before the factory explosion that took everything from her—her family, her sense of self, her place in the world.

But all of that was gone. She couldn’t afford to think about the past now, about the people she used to care about. She needed to focus on finding Powder. She needed to prove to herself, to Silco, that she was worthy of being in the same room as her again.

"Consider it done," Y/N said, her voice hollow, void of any real emotion. She had made her choice. She would do whatever it took.

Silco smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile. "Good. You’ll find your way back to her, Y/N. But remember, nothing comes without a cost."

The mission was simple, but the weight of it crushed her. As she made her way into Piltover, Y/N couldn't help but remember the dreams she once had of the city—the idealistic visions of what it could be, what it should have been. The buildings, so grand and beautiful, now seemed like a mocking reminder of everything she had lost. The city had always been a distant world to her, a place that existed beyond her reach, beyond the walls of Zaun.

Now, it was a battleground. Her battleground. The faces of Piltover’s elite—people she had once admired, people she had once believed were different from the corruption she had seen in Zaun—walked the halls without a clue of what she had become. No one knew the things she had done to survive, to stay close to Powder. No one knew what she had sacrificed, the person she had become.

Y/N found her target, but when she saw the figure before her, something stirred inside her. She hesitated, feeling the weight of the weapon in her hand. The mission was so clear, so simple—one more kill, one more task for Silco. But in that moment, her grip faltered. She remembered who she had been, long ago, before everything had gone wrong. She remembered a time when she hadn’t been consumed by darkness, when she had hoped to change things, to find a balance between Piltover and Zaun.

That person was gone. She had died the moment Powder’s bomb had detonated, when everything had shattered into pieces.

With a swift motion, she silenced her conscience and completed the mission. Her hands were stained with blood, but it didn't matter. The weight of her actions no longer weighed on her. She had buried those feelings long ago.

As she stepped back into the shadows of Zaun, the finality of her choice settled in. She wasn’t Y/N anymore. She was something else. She was a shadow, a weapon, a tool. And in that darkness, she would remain until she found her way back to Powder.

Because Powder—her last hope—was waiting for her.

Y/N’s steps were heavy as she walked through the labyrinth of alleys and shadows, the weight of her mission pressing down on her. The blood on her hands felt as if it had seeped into her very soul, leaving an indelible mark that she could never scrub away. The streets of Zaun passed by in a blur, the neon lights flickering like distant stars in a dying sky, the air thick with the smell of oil, sweat, and decay.

By the time she reached Silco’s office, her hands were still trembling, but her mind was set. The moment she stepped through the door of The Last Drop, the world outside fell away. Everything was muted, dim, as if the bar itself was a place of refuge for the broken, the lost, and the damned.

Silco was sitting at his desk, the same cold, calculating figure she had come to know. His expression flickered with mild amusement when he saw the blood on her clothes, but his eyes gleamed with approval.

“You’re back,” he said, his voice smooth and controlled. He didn’t need to ask about the mission. He knew.

Y/N didn’t speak. Her eyes were fixed on him for a long moment before she turned, as if the weight of his gaze was too much. Silco gestured to a door behind him, his posture relaxed but commanding.

“Go ahead,” he said, his tone almost mocking in its calmness. “She’s waiting for you.”

=

Her heart hammered in her chest as she crossed the threshold. The door creaked as it swung open, and there, in the middle of a dimly lit room, stood her.

Powder—or rather, Jinx—the girl she had once known. The girl who had been full of hope, and now, seemed so far removed from the innocence she had once clung to. Her hair was wild and streaked with colors, her eyes a burning mix of madness and grief, the spark of chaos that now defined her.

Jinx’s gaze locked onto Y/N’s, and for a heartbeat, the world outside disappeared. She stared at Y/N as if trying to place her, as if the face in front of her felt like a memory she couldn’t quite grasp.

Then, in an instant, Jinx cried out, her voice wild and broken. Before Y/N could even react, she was pulled into a tight embrace, the younger girl’s arms wrapping around her like a lifeline. The force of it nearly knocked the breath from Y/N’s lungs, but she instinctively wrapped her arms around Jinx, holding her just as tightly.

Everything else fell away. The blood, the guilt, the distance between them—none of it mattered anymore. In this moment, the world was just the two of them, two broken souls that had lost everything, but somehow still had each other.

Jinx’s sobs were muffled against Y/N’s chest, her small body trembling violently, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Y/N could feel the tremors coursing through her, the weight of the chaos Jinx had carried alone. The explosion, the betrayal, the destruction—it was all still fresh in her mind.

"I thought I lost you," Jinx whispered, her voice a desperate mix of relief and confusion, her hands clutching Y/N’s shirt like she was afraid to let go.

Y/N’s throat tightened as she held her tighter. She didn’t know what to say. There were no words that could make this better. But she didn’t need to say anything.

“I’m here,” Y/N finally whispered, her voice hoarse. “I’ll always be here, Powder. I’m not leaving you.”

Jinx pulled back just enough to look into Y/N’s eyes, searching for something, some sign that this wasn’t just another cruel trick of fate. She found it—found the truth in Y/N’s gaze. Slowly, her lips curled into a small, shaky smile.

"Together?" Jinx asked, her voice almost playful, as if testing the weight of the word.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She smiled back, her heart aching but full in the same breath.

"Together," she whispered.

And in that moment, time seemed to stop. The blood on her hands, the terrible price she had paid, the path that led them here—it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Because they were together again. The last two pieces of a broken family.

Years passed, each one blurring into the next, as the weight of Silco’s demands continued to shape and redefine Y/N. The girl who had once dreamed of balance and hope, the girl who had once fought for a better future, was no more. In her place stood a shadow, a weapon forged from the fires of betrayal and chaos, with every mission, every task, stripping away the remnants of her humanity.

Under Silco’s watchful eye, Y/N became an extension of his will—a blade sharpened to cut through anyone who stood in his way. She no longer hesitated when the order was given. The blood on her hands had long since dried, and the voices of the past—Vander, Mylo, Claggor, Vi —faded into distant memories, replaced by the cold, ever-present weight of the choices she had made. Every night, she drifted into a restless sleep, her thoughts haunted by the ghosts of those she had loved and lost, yet the nightmares no longer carried the same weight. She had become numb to it all.

She was good at what she did. Silco had made sure of it.

Her name, once a source of meaning, was little more than a faint echo now. She had become a tool, a force of nature working in silence, her hands doing his bidding without question. Whether it was eliminating rivals, infiltrating Piltover’s defences, or securing the loyalty of Zaun’s most dangerous criminals, Y/N was always there, always moving in the shadows, her presence felt but rarely seen. She was a ghost in Silco’s world, and that was exactly how he wanted her.

=

It had been three years since that fateful day when she had reunited with Jinx, and in all that time, Y/N had watched the girl she had once known slowly slip further away from the person she had been. Jinx had changed, and Y/N knew it was because of Silco. He had moulded her into something new, something untouchable, just as he had done with Y/N.

Powder was still there—still the spark of chaos, still the wild and unpredictable force of nature—but now, there was something else in her eyes. A coldness, a hardness, as if she too had lost everything in the pursuit of a dream that could never be realized. Y/N had come to accept that the girl she had once fought to protect no longer needed protection. Jinx was her own force now, carving her path with reckless abandon, and while that terrified Y/N in some quiet corner of her mind, she didn’t have the energy to fight against it anymore.

Tonight was no different. Silco’s voice echoed in her mind as she stood outside a run-down warehouse, the chill of Zaun’s night air cutting through her like a blade. She was to make an example of someone—someone who had dared to cross him. Y/N hadn’t asked for the details. She didn’t need to anymore. She was simply the weapon, not the strategist.

The door creaked open, the faint sound swallowed by the hum of Zaun’s industrial heartbeat. Inside, the dim glow of fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting shadows across the floor. Y/N moved silently, her boots barely making a sound as she approached the target—a man whose life was now worth less than the contract Silco had signed for him. He was cowering in the corner, a pitiful mess of desperation. His fear was palpable, but to Y/N, it was just another job.

She didn’t hesitate.

The man was silent before she moved, his terror evident as she closed the distance between them. The faint tremor in his breath was the only sound she heard as she pulled the weapon from her belt. It was quick, and it was clean. No emotion, no thought. Just action. Just Silco’s will made flesh.

As she stepped away, the blood splattered across the floor, a dull reminder of what she had become. Another body. Another life taken for Silco’s empire.

=

Y/N returned to the Last Drop in silence, her hands still slick with blood, her heart still cold. She entered Silco’s office without a word, her face an unreadable mask, her eyes distant and void of any emotion. Silco didn’t look up from his desk, but he knew she had completed her task.

“Good,” he said, the word almost dismissive. “You’re becoming more efficient. I’m pleased.”

Y/N nodded but said nothing. She had long stopped feeling anything about Silco’s praise or scorn. It was all the same to her now. A small part of her—the part that still remembered who she used to be—hoped that one day it would be different. But that part was a whisper now, drowned out by the ever-present noise of her duty.

A sound at the door caught her attention. Jinx stepped into the room, her eyes wild and alive, her smile erratic but real. She was a storm contained in a fragile vessel, and Y/N couldn’t help but feel the familiar pang of longing for the girl she had once known.

“Y/N!” Jinx shouted, her voice high and full of excitement. “Guess what I did! Guess! I blew up a whole damn warehouse, just for fun!” She laughed manically, the sound unsettling in the silence of the room.

Y/N’s gaze softened for a moment, just for a moment. “I’m glad you had fun,” she said quietly, but the words were hollow. She wasn’t sure if she was lying to Jinx or to herself.

Jinx, oblivious to the distance that had grown between them, rushed over to Y/N, her arms flailing as she tried to grab her attention. “You should’ve seen it! The look on their faces, the way everything just went boom!”

Y/N nodded, her eyes distant as she watched Jinx in her wild, uncontained joy. She had always been the unpredictable one, the one who thrived on chaos. But for a brief, fleeting moment, Y/N could almost see the younger girl she had once tried to protect, the girl who had held her so tightly and whispered promises of a future together.

But that was before the blood, before Silco had fully taken hold of them both.

Now, they were just two sides of the same coin—both molded by the same hands, both irrevocably lost in the world Silco had crafted for them.

Y/N looked at Jinx, her heart aching, but she said nothing. The weight of the years, of the choices she had made, crushed the words in her chest.

She was his weapon. She would always be his weapon.

And she would never leave Jinx. But they were both beyond saving now.

The air on the rooftop was thick with tension, charged with the anger and pain that had been simmering for years. The sounds of the city below seemed to fade into the background as Y/N and Vi stood across from each other, fists clenched, breaths heavy.

Vi moved first, lunging toward Y/N with a fierce cry, her fist aimed directly at her face. Y/N barely dodged it, but the force of the punch made her stumble back. She retaliated quickly, throwing a punch of her own, her knuckles connecting with Vi’s jaw with a satisfying thud. The impact sent Vi staggering but she quickly regained her footing.

“You think you can just show up and everything will be fine?” Y/N spat, eyes blazing with emotion. “Where the hell were you, Vi? Where were you when she needed you?” She threw another punch, her anger only intensifying as Vi blocked it and retaliated.

“I was trying to save you both!” Vi shouted back, her voice breaking as she swung her fist at Y/N. “I never wanted to leave you! But after the explosion, I was thrown in prison! Do you think I wanted that? Do you think I wanted to be stuck in there while you—while you stayed with Silco?” She punched Y/N hard in the stomach, making her double over, gasping for air.

Y/N straightened herself, barely fazed, though her heart was pounding in her chest. “I didn’t have a choice, Vi! I stayed because I had to stay close to her,” she snarled, gritting her teeth. “I had to stay with Powder to keep her safe! I stayed for her, and look at what she’s become now. Do you think I wanted to become this? A tool for Silco?”

Vi hesitated for a moment, her face contorting with a mixture of confusion and anger. “You think I don’t know how hard it was?” she retorted, her voice shaking. “I was stuck in that godforsaken prison, trying to figure out how to get back to you. And when I finally got out, all I found was the wreckage. All I found was you—changed. And I couldn’t find Powder. I couldn’t fix it. I couldn’t fix any of it.”

Y/N stepped back, her chest heaving as she processed Vi’s words. “You left us, Vi,” she said, her voice quieter now, but still laced with bitterness. “You were supposed to protect her, too. You were supposed to help us when everything fell apart. And you weren’t there. You were gone, and I was the one left to pick up the pieces.” Her hands balled into fists again, her emotions rising once more. “Do you know what I had to do to stay close to her? Do you know what it cost me?”

Vi’s eyes widened, and for the first time, she seemed to falter. “What do you mean? What did you have to do, Y/N?” Her voice was low, almost desperate, as she stepped closer, her breath catching in her throat.

Y/N’s gaze dropped to the ground for a moment, the memories rushing back. “I had to bury everything I was. I had to do things I never thought I would be capable of. I did it because I needed to stay with Powder. I stayed with Silco, took on his orders—became part of his world—because it was the only way I could be close to her. To keep her from falling deeper into whatever nightmare she was becoming. I had to.”

The words came out in a rush, like a dam finally breaking, and Y/N’s fists trembled at her sides. “I had to make a choice, Vi. And I chose her. I chose to stay with the monster in order to keep her safe. And all this time, I kept pretending I wasn’t losing myself in the process. But I didn’t have a choice.”

Vi stood still, her breath coming in shallow gasps, her mind racing to process what Y/N had just revealed. She didn’t know how to respond. She had spent years imagining what had happened to Y/N, but nothing could have prepared her for this.

“You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to lose myself, too?” Y/N said bitterly, her eyes locked onto Vi’s, her chest rising and falling with the weight of everything they had never said. “I became a weapon, a tool for Silco’s empire, because that was the only way I could stay in the same damn city as Powder. And I stayed for her. But look at me now. Look at what I’ve become.”

Vi shook her head, tears pooling in her eyes. “I don’t know what happened to us, Y/N,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “But I’m not going to let you keep falling. I’m not going to leave you again. You are still my sister.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at the words, but she shook her head, a pained laugh escaping her lips. “You think you can save me now, Vi?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of despair and anger. “It’s too late for me. I’m already too far gone.”

But Vi didn’t give up. She stepped forward again, this time slower, more cautiously, her fists lowering at her sides. “Then we’ll fix this together,” she said softly, her eyes searching Y/N’s for something—anything—that could prove her wrong.

Y/N stood frozen for a moment, her eyes locked on Vi’s, but her thoughts racing a mile a minute. The fire in Vi’s eyes was strong, but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to believe it—not fully. The girl she once was, the one who fought for a better world, was long gone. The person standing before Vi now was a stranger, shaped by the darkness of Silco’s empire, molded by years of violence and manipulation.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Vi,” Y/N said finally, her voice almost inaudible. She shook her head, her expression softening for the first time in what felt like forever. “I’ve already lost myself. Who I was—she’s gone. I don’t even know how to be that person anymore. What Silco made me... that's all I know now.” Her words were barely a whisper, but they felt like a weight on her chest.

Vi’s face dropped, her hope beginning to flicker as she saw the depth of Y/N’s pain. She took a step closer, but Y/N took a step back, her resolve hardening again, a wall going up between them.

“I’m sorry, Vi,” Y/N whispered, her voice rough with the bitter truth. “But I’m not that person anymore. And I never will be.”

Before Vi could say anything, Y/N’s hand moved instinctively to her belt. She pulled out one of Jinx’s smoke bombs, her fingers trembling slightly as she held it up, feeling the weight of it in her palm. It felt familiar—too familiar. It was the only thing that had kept her alive through the chaos, the one thing she could still rely on.

With a swift motion, she tossed the smoke bomb to the ground, and in an instant, a thick cloud of purple smoke enveloped them both, clouding their vision and choking the air. Coughing, Vi tried to push through the smoke, but by the time she cleared her lungs and eyes, Y/N was already gone.

The rooftop was silent once more, the echoes of their battle still lingering in the thick fog. And Vi stood there, alone, the weight of everything they had said, and everything they hadn’t, hanging heavily in the air.

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BuckTommy Fluffebruary: Day 12

~A day at the beach~

Buck had thoroughly prepared to spend the entire day at the beach with Maddie and little Jee. What he hadn’t prepared for was the volleyball net set up not far from where they were relaxing, occupied by a group of guys playing an intense game. 

So, Buck wasn’t expecting that while holding Jee on his lap, he would turn around to glance at his surroundings and end up spotting the most breathtakingly handsome guy he had ever seen in his life.

The guy was built like a Greek god, his muscles perfectly defined. He moved swiftly and jumped effortlessly as if he weighed nothing at all. His mesmerizing profile, slightly wavy hair, and sun-kissed skin glowing under the sun only added to his allure. His beach shorts were loose and long, but during certain jumps, the fabric tightened in all the right places, revealing his firm, round…

Buck quickly turned away, swallowing hard. He hoped no one had noticed him staring, but as soon as he met his sister’s gaze, he saw a knowing smile that did not bode well for him.

Jee suddenly spotted a familiar little girl on the beach and asked for permission to go say hi. She ran off to play, giving Maddie the perfect opportunity to slide closer to Buck and glance toward the volleyball court.

- Where were you looking? - Maddie asked in a silky voice. After a brief pause, she added, - At that guy in the palm-print shorts?

- What? No!! - Buck instantly exploded. - Of course not! What makes you think that? I wasn’t even looking there! And besides, a guy?! I don’t date guys, so - 

- So, you were looking at the guy in the palm-print shorts, - Maddie cut off his frantic rant.

Buck wanted to argue with her, but Jee suddenly returned, reaching out to her mother.

- Mommy, I’m thirsty!

"Alright, sweetheart, - Maddie cooed, then turned to Buck. - Uncle Buck will go get us something to drink. What would you like, dear?

- Yes, of course, I-…- Buck had already started getting up but froze mid-movement. The beach bar was directly in front of them, and there was no way he could get there without passing the volleyball court.

He shot Maddie a pleading look.

- An orange juice for Jee and a Coke for me, please, Uncle Buck, - Maddie said in a tone that left no room for objections. Then she winked.

With a deep sigh, Buck headed toward the bar. The entire way, he stole glances at the guy who had caught his attention, grateful that he remained facing away. But just as Buck reached the bar, the player turned around - and Buck immediately averted his gaze.

Barely managing to recall Maddie’s order, Buck clutched the two cups in his hands and started walking back. He planned to resist looking at the players, but a commotion on the court caught his attention, and he glanced up - just in time to see the guy in palm-print shorts backing up to reach for the ball, completely unaware of Buck’s presence.

Buck had no time to dodge.

The collision was inevitable. The drinks fell to the sand, and Buck would have followed if the guy hadn’t reacted swiftly, spinning around and catching him mid-fall.

- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to, - the guy said as he helped Buck regain his footing. - I’ll buy you new drinks. This was my fault.

- You don’t have to… - Buck started to protest, but his throat went dry. Up close, the guy was even more stunning - sharp features, striking blue eyes that seemed to see right through him.

- It’s fine, I caused the accident, and I want to make it up to you, - the blue-eyed stranger said with a playful wink, leaving Buck utterly speechless. - What do I need to get?

- Uh… It’s… An orange juice for my niece and a Coke for my sister, - Buck finally managed to say.

- And for you?

- For me… What? - Buck couldn’t believe the guy was asking him.

- I knocked into you, so let me make up for it. What can I get you?

Buck still couldn’t tear his gaze away from him, and after a short pause, he answered.

- I’d prefer a beer, but since I’m with my family, I’ll take a non-alco one.

The guy chuckled, nodding in understanding.

- Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back, - he said, turning to leave before pausing and glancing back. - I’m Tommy, by the way.

As the evening rolled in, Maddie and Jee left for home, but Buck stayed - invited by Tommy. He cheered for Tommy’s team in volleyball and later sat by the ocean with him, drinking finally good beer and watching the small waves roll in.

That night, when Buck returned home and found Jee already fast asleep, he told Maddie that Tommy had kissed him at sunset, that he now had the guy’s number, and that he had been invited to a movie date that weekend. @bucktommyfluffebruary 💕

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Gimme Gimme Gimme (God!Sukuna X Reader) Pt.10

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The sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, and a wave of tension immediately swept through you. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready to face them again—the family that had turned their back on you so long ago. But as the door swung open, you saw them standing there. Your mother, father, and two younger sisters, Yui and Yelena, all looking as pristine as ever. Their cold smiles felt like daggers in your chest.

You didn’t say anything. What was there to say? The weight of their judgment pressed against you, suffocating you, but you forced yourself to smile, to be the dutiful daughter they demanded you be.

Your father gave a small nod, his eyes scanning the room with disapproval. “You’ve done well, I suppose, for someone who couldn’t live up to expectations.”

His words stung, though they weren’t spoken with anger, just a matter-of-fact tone, like this was a fact of life. A truth they had all accepted long ago.

Yui and Yelena stood in the background, each silently assessing you. Yui, with her carefully curated smile, leaned over to whisper something to Yelena, and you couldn’t help but catch the word “disappointment.” Your heart clenched, but you swallowed it down. You weren’t going to let them see how much it hurt you.

Dinner was set, and they all took their seats, with your mother at the head of the table, as always. You sat across from her, keeping your posture perfect, trying to maintain composure. The clinking of silverware against plates and the quiet murmurs of conversation filled the air, but there was an unspoken tension between the family and you, as though you were still the outsider.

“So,” your father said after a while, his voice casual but loaded with undertones, “I suppose you’ve managed to care for the shrine as expected?".

You set your fork down, the words threatening to spill out, but you bit your tongue. “It’s going well,” you replied, your voice a little tighter than you intended.

Yui snorted softly, just enough for you to hear. “I thought you’d be doing something important by now.” She looked you up and down, her gaze a mixture of disdain and curiosity. “But I guess we all have different ideas of what success looks like, don’t we?”

Yelena, never one to be left out, piped up with her usual snide remarks. “She’s just lucky she even has a place to stay. Away from people. Most people wouldn’t put up with her..” She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “I guess it's easier to live like this, without any real expectations. Less pressure.”

Your mother gave a tight-lipped smile, clearly enjoying the subtle jabs, as though it was all just a joke. But you could see the disappointment in her eyes, the unspoken criticism that hovered over you like a cloud.

You pressed your lips together, forcing yourself to keep calm. You wouldn’t let them get under your skin. Not tonight.

The words cut deeper than you expected. You could feel the familiar sting in your chest, the same feeling you had all those years ago when they tried to force you into a mold that never fit. But you weren’t that person anymore. Not the one who lived to please them.

“I’m happy with where I am,” you said, the words coming out steady, though your heart raced in your chest. “I’ve made my own choices. My own life.”

Your father gave you a long, hard look, as though trying to pierce through your resolve. “We were hoping you’d make better choices,” he muttered, pushing his plate aside. “But then again, you never were the one to do what was expected.”

The conversation drifted, but the air was thick with unspoken judgments. They never truly saw you. Not as you were. Only as a failed version of who they had wanted you to be.

Your sisters didn’t say much after that, instead focusing on their phones, only chiming in with sarcastic remarks or empty laughter when it suited them. They had always been the favorites, the ones who could do no wrong. And you… you had always been the one who didn’t live up to their perfect image of what you should be.

Eventually, dinner came to an end, and your family made their way out of the house without so much as a goodbye. They left, the subtle criticisms and their coldness lingering in the room long after they were gone. The door shut behind them with a finality that made your chest ache.

You stood there in the silence of your home, the weight of their visit settling over you like a dark cloud. The sting of their words, their presence, still hung in the air.

You hadn't expected things to be different, but it hurt nonetheless. It always did.

The feeling of disappointment—their disappointment—was something you had never been able to shake, no matter how far you ran or how much you tried to build a life of your own.

As you cleared the table, the remnants of their visit still clung to the space, their absence louder than any words they had spoken.

It wasn’t just the words they’d said, but the ones they hadn’t. The long looks, the quiet disapproval, the unspoken message that you would never be enough.

And yet, you had to admit, you had no intention of going back to them. You were done living in their shadow. You would find your own way. As you stood there, lost in your thoughts a pair of strong arms wrapped around you from behind. Sukuna was here for you. ~~~

Then, it happened.

A low, menacing chuckle filled the room, one you knew all too well.

“Tch…”

His eyes, normally filled with wicked amusement, were now clouded with fury. His presence was like a storm gathering in the distance, a quiet threat before the full force of his anger would come crashing down.

You froze, instinctively stepping away.

Sukuna’s gaze burned through you, sharp and accusing. “I saw it all. Every damn second of it.”

His voice, normally so smooth and mocking, was now laced with an edge that sent a shiver through you. His fingers twitched, as though he could barely keep his rage in check.

“You let them walk all over you,” he snarled, his tone biting. “Your family treats you like shit, and you just stand there, letting them spew their poison without even a single word in defense?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but he cut you off with a harsh laugh.

“You’ve got the guts to snap back at me, but when it comes to them… what? You just take it? Let them tear you down like you’re some fucking pushover?”

You flinched, the words hitting you harder than anything your family had said. You had known Sukuna would be angry. He always was, but this—this felt different.

“I…” you started, but the words faltered in your throat. You didn’t know how to explain it. You didn’t know how to explain that, no matter how much you hated it, their words still affected you. That after all these years, you still craved their approval, even when you told yourself you didn’t.

Sukuna took a step closer, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed you. “You think they’re better than me? You think they deserve your respect? They’re nothing but leeches, feeding off the scraps of your self-worth while they pick you apart. And you just let them.”

You gritted your teeth, anger stirring inside you. “You don’t know what it’s like…”

“No,” he interrupted, his voice low and venomous. “I don’t. But what I do know is this: when people treat you like shit, you don’t just stand there and take it. You make them regret even thinking about disrespecting you.”

His eyes flashed dangerously, a hint of something darker in his gaze. “You’ve got the fire in you. I’ve seen it. But instead of using it on them, you just… swallow their insults. It’s pathetic.”

You felt your heart race, the words digging deep, stoking the anger that had been simmering inside you for so long. You did let them walk all over you. You had always let them.

“I didn’t want to cause a scene,” you said quietly, trying to explain. “They’re family, Sukuna.”

“Family?” He sneered, his eyes flashing. “Is that what you call them? They’re nothing more than people who’ve decided they’re entitled to tear you down. Just because they share the same blood doesn’t mean they deserve your loyalty.”

The words hit you like a slap to the face. He was right. You had always held onto the idea that family meant something—meant everything—but they had never treated you like you mattered. Not in the way you deserved.

Sukuna’s gaze softened just a fraction, his voice dropping to something almost… gentle, though still laced with a dangerous edge. “You’ve got to stop letting people walk all over you. You’ve got more strength than that. I see it.”

He stepped forward, his presence overwhelming. He wasn’t asking for your attention; he was demanding it. “I see you for what you are, even if no one else does. And I don’t care how ‘respectable’ they are, or how much they’ve supposedly done for you. If you let them treat you like that, you’re just giving them power over you.”

You swallowed, the weight of his words sinking in. You had spent so much time seeking their approval, so much time trying to be what they wanted you to be. But in the process, you’d forgotten who you truly were.

And now, standing in front of Sukuna, who never hesitated to tell you exactly what he thought, it was starting to click. You didn’t need their approval. You didn’t need their validation.

You needed to be stronger than this. Stronger than the person who let others define her worth.

Sukuna raised a brow, as if reading your mind. “Good. Glad you’re finally catching on.”

You took a deep breath, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. The anger inside you began to rise, bubbling up like a storm ready to break free.

“They’ve had enough of me. I’ve had enough of them,” you muttered, more to yourself than to Sukuna.

A wicked grin spread across his face as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Now you’re speaking my language.”

He took a step closer, his eyes glinting with something dangerous and triumphant. “Let me tell you this: If you want to make them regret ever walking out that door, you’re going to need to start standing up for yourself. And trust me, I’m the perfect teacher for the job.”

Your lips curled into a faint smile, but there was something darker behind it now. Something stronger.

You were done being the person who let others define her. It was time to take back control.

And with Sukuna by your side, maybe—just maybe—you would finally learn how to fight back. ~~~ The doorbell rang again the next day, and you knew exactly who it was before you even got to the door. The same feeling of dread rose in your chest as you opened it, revealing your family standing on the other side. They didn’t even try to mask the judgment in their eyes; it was like they couldn’t help themselves.

“There she is,” your mother said, her voice dripping with condescension. “Looking just as lovely as always.”

You forced a smile, stepping aside to let them in, though the weight of their gaze felt suffocating.

“Nice to see you, too,” you muttered under your breath, but they didn’t seem to catch it, or perhaps they simply didn’t care.

“Dinner’s ready,” you said, trying to keep the conversation as civil as possible. You didn’t have the energy to argue today—not yet, anyway.

The meal passed in a strange, strained silence, interrupted only by the occasional remark from your father or sisters, each one aimed at chipping away at your sense of self.

“Still no boyfriend, huh?” Yui said, her voice laced with mock concern. “You’re getting to be quite the old maid, sis. What’s the matter? Too picky?”

Your mother nodded along, her face serious. “You need to find someone soon. You’re not getting any younger. A woman your age should be—well, should be a mother by now. A real one, of course. But I'm sure you haven't even looked at anyone in the village. So selfish and all.”

A slight tremor ran through you, but you swallowed it down. You could feel your blood boiling with the familiar sting of their words, the familiar ache of their disappointment hanging in the air.

And then, your father spoke, the one who always cut to the heart of things with no hesitation.

“You know,” he began, his voice heavy with accusation, “I still can’t believe we ended up with you. You should’ve been a son, not—this.”

You blinked, your mind racing to process what he’d just said. This again? You could feel the old wound open, the one that had never fully healed. The disappointment, the resentment, all wrapped up in their constant reminder that you hadn’t been born the way they wanted.

“A real man would’ve been able to take care of things by now,” your father continued, oblivious to how his words were tearing you down. “Instead, we get stuck with you—always trying to make everyone happy but never managing to make anything worthwhile happen.”

You fought to keep your composure. This was nothing new. They’d said it all before—so many times that it almost felt like second nature. But today… today, something was different.

Your hands tightened into fists beneath the table. They could say whatever they wanted. They could call you all the names they wanted, try to break you down as much as they wanted. But you weren’t going to let them anymore. Not today.

You set your fork down with a soft clink, and for the first time in a long while, you looked them in the eyes.

“You’re right about one thing,” you said, your voice steady but cutting. “I wasn’t born the way you wanted me to be. But guess what?” You leaned forward slightly, your gaze never wavering from theirs. “I’m not a fucking project for you to fix.”

Your mother’s face flushed with surprise, and your father raised an eyebrow, clearly unaccustomed to this level of resistance. But you weren’t finished.

“I’m not here to live up to your idea of a perfect child,” you continued, the anger rising inside you like fire. “I’m not here to be your son or anyone’s version of what I should be. I’m just… me. And that’s all I’m going to be.”

You let the silence hang in the air for a moment, feeling the weight of your words sink in. Your father looked like he was about to say something, but you weren’t done yet.

“I’ve spent my whole life trying to meet your expectations—doing everything I could to be what you wanted. But every time, it was never enough. Nothing was ever enough.” You glanced at each of them, the anger no longer hidden, but blazing. “I’ve put up with your disappointment, your judgment, your constant reminders that I’m not what you wanted. And I’m done. I’m done trying to earn your approval. I’m done apologizing for being who I am.”

The room was silent now, and for the first time, it felt like the air wasn’t thick with criticism and expectations. You stood up from the table, pushing your chair back with more force than necessary, but it felt good. Liberating.

“You may not like it,” you said, your voice a little quieter but no less fierce, “but I’m not your perfect little soldier. I’m not your ‘real son.’ And I never will be. So if you can’t accept that… then maybe it’s time you stop pretending to be part of my life.”

Your father opened his mouth, but the words faltered on his lips. Your mother, too, sat there, stunned into silence.

For a long moment, no one moved or spoke. The room felt heavier now, but the kind of weight that wasn’t crushing—it was just… truth. Raw and undeniable.

You crossed your arms over your chest, waiting for their response. For the first time, it wasn’t you who felt small. It wasn’t you who was under the microscope.

It was them.

“Fine,” your father finally muttered, his voice laced with bitterness. “If that’s how you want it.”

Without another word, they all stood up. You didn’t move to stop them. They didn’t deserve your attention any longer. They filed out of the door, each one leaving without looking back, and you felt a strange sense of relief wash over you.

It was over. At least for now. You had stood up for yourself. You had told them the truth, even if they weren’t ready to hear it.

And for the first time, you felt something you hadn’t in years: free.

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cold steel

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Joe and Jack attend a McLaren tour, only to find themselves unexpectedly sitting with Lando Norris. The interaction quickly turns awkward as Lando, assuming Joe is Amelie’s boyfriend, becomes distant and cold.

Wordcount: 1.0 k

Warnings: none

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March 26th, 2022 - London, United Kingdom

Joe Burrow had received the invitation from McLaren about a week ago. An exclusive tour of the MTC, a behind-the-scenes look at the world of F1, a chance to see the ins and outs of one of the top teams on the grid. He could even bring a plus one. His first thought had been Elysia, but the second the words left his mouth, she shut it down immediately.

—There is no fucking way I’m going to a place where I might run into Lando— she had said, giving him a pointed look.

Joe had known better than to argue. Instead, he turned to the next best option: Jack.

Jack was the only one in Amelie’s family who still spoke to Lando. He wasn’t particularly close to him, but he never let their messy history affect his own friendship with the McLaren driver. So when Joe invited him, Jack had agreed immediately, excited to see the MTC up close.

The tour had been impressive so far. The MTC was nothing like Joe had imagined—far more futuristic and sleek than the team facilities he was used to in the NFL. They had seen everything from the simulator rooms to the wind tunnel, and now, they were being sent to the cafeteria to have lunch before continuing.

Joe and Jack grabbed their trays, scanning the area for a place to sit, when Jack suddenly grinned and walked toward a table near the windows. Joe followed, only to realize they were heading straight for Lando Norris.

Lando, who had been eating alone, glanced up as they approached. His expression shifted immediately when he saw Jack.

—Oi, mate, what are you doing here?— Lando asked, standing up briefly to give Jack a handshake and a quick pat on the back.

—McLaren invited Joe for a tour, and he brought me along— Jack said, motioning toward Joe. —Lando, this is my sister’s boyfriend, Joe. Joe, this is Lando.—

Joe held out his hand, which Lando shook, but there was a noticeable shift in his demeanor. The warmth from a moment ago was gone. His handshake was firm but brief, his expression unreadable.

—Nice to meet you— Joe said politely.

—Yeah— Lando replied, voice clipped.

Jack blinked at the sudden tension but brushed it off as they all sat down. The conversation was stilted, Lando giving one-word answers and barely making eye contact with Joe. At first, Joe thought maybe Lando just wasn’t a fan of American football, but then Jack noticed the way Lando’s jaw tightened every time Joe spoke.

As they continued their lunch, the air felt heavier, and Jack couldn’t ignore the weird vibe that had suddenly crept in between Lando and Joe. He glanced at Lando, trying to read his face, but the driver was doing a great job of keeping his emotions in check.

—So, uh, what have you been up to?— Jack asked, trying to break the tension.

Lando shrugged, his gaze flickering toward Joe but never quite meeting his eyes.

—Same old stuff. You know, training, testing, trying to get better. Just the usual— he said, his voice flat.

Jack shifted uncomfortably, the awkward silence settling in. It was obvious something was off. Lando’s usually relaxed and friendly demeanor had vanished, replaced with a cold politeness that didn’t feel genuine at all. Joe was doing his best to keep the conversation going, but it was clear he wasn’t getting through to Lando.

Joe looked over at Jack, eyebrows raised in confusion, as if to ask What’s going on? Jack just gave him a small shrug, not understanding either. He had known Lando for years, but he’d never seen him act like this before. Sure, the two had their differences back in the day, but this was something else.

—You’re not a fan of football, are you?— Joe finally asked, trying to bring up something neutral to bridge the gap.

—Not really— Lando answered with a tight-lipped smile, his tone lacking the usual enthusiasm Jack had grown accustomed to when Lando was talking about something he liked. —I don’t follow much sports outside of F1, to be honest.—

—Fair enough— Joe replied, but the conversation quickly faltered again.

And that's when it clicked.

Jack barely held in a laugh as realization hit him like a freight train.

Lando thought Joe was Amelie’s boyfriend.

No wonder he had gone cold. Jack could practically see the wheels turning in Lando’s head, his mind probably racing with all kinds of thoughts.

Jack decided to let it play out a little longer, watching in amusement as Lando subtly glared at Joe, who remained oblivious. But when their tour guide returned and told them it was time to continue, Joe stood up first, and Jack couldn’t hold it in any longer.

He let out a laugh, shaking his head as he turned to Lando.

—Mate, you idiot. Joe’s not Amelie’s boyfriend— Jack said, grinning.

Lando’s expression didn’t change immediately, his confusion evident.

—What?—

—He’s with Elysia— Jack clarified, and he swore he saw Lando physically relax.

—Oh— Lando said, blinking. Then, after a beat, —Oh.—

Jack laughed again.

—Did you seriously think Amelie was dating an NFL quarterback?—

Lando groaned, running a hand down his face.

—Shut up.—

Jack grinned. This had just made the entire trip ten times more entertaining.