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rayassecretlife · 1 year

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Fic idea!! Lo’ak being your secret boyfriend and always being touchy when no one looks or stealing quick kisses. But this time he goes extra far by secretly fingering you under a table during movie night. Maybe the people at the lab arranged it since (duh) the na’vi people don’t have that? You decide anyways <3

Yes yes yes oh my god this is amazing. Thank you for your request!!! Enjoy 💙

Your my little secret

Pairing: Aged up!19 Year old Lo’ak Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!reader

Warning(s): Mature language, kissing, Semi-public?? Maybe full public, F!ingering,

Not proof read, sorry for mistakes!

Secrecy was always a fun game to you. Who wouldn’t want to have a secret life? Doing things you weren’t supposed to, nobody knowing of anything you did, creating you own reality—it was truly amazing. But for you and Lo’ak, it was so much more than that.

You and Lo’ak met through Neteyam when he had started seeing your older sister, and ever since then have been almost inseparable. Lo’ak asked you out not long after your first Ikran riding together, not once taking his eyes off you since.

Jake wanted to assign Lo’ak a mate. Although he liked you, he hated the fact you and Lo’ak would always go off and do dangerous things. You never led him, but you almost always followed. How could you not? You followed your boyfriend everywhere you could. Your parents also hated how close you were with him, knowing his bad history with getting in trouble. You two tried to accept the decision but you couldn’t, not baring to stay away from each other for more then two days.

So your relationship went secret, and you loved every second of it. When you were in public you two acted normal, but as soon as everyone was looking away, even if they were still next to you, He’d almost always pull you into a quick kiss. Dangerous, but that’s what made it so fun.

His hands would often coast your body as well, tail tickling your skin when you walked side by side. You and Lo’ak had some close calls with getting caught but you always had a good excuse for the reason you were alone. As far as kissing and touching went, you and him never went all the way. You’ve had times where it got close, but Lo’ak was far too nervous he’d end up hurting you or even mating with you.

You admit, it was a terrifying feeling to do that without being public—being as he was Jake’s son and almost always on watch or lockdown for bad behavior. But none of that mattered because one day you were going to run away from the clan, together.

“Lo, we’re gonna get caught!” You couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled you into an empty cave, almost instantly pulling your waist so you’d be closer to him. This cave was particularly close to the main area, and you could still hear other Na’vi’s outside of it. “You can’t wait?” He chuckles, completely discarding your question as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wait until tonight? No way” You waved him off, still leaning down to press a small kiss to his lips. You remembered you had to attend the sky people’s event, in which they laid out a big projector screen to watch a movie? You didn’t know what it was, really. You just wanted to be with Lo’ak.

“Maybe it’ll be fun, Lo” you try to convince him but he just continues to shower you in kisses, hands gripping eagerly at your waist. “Okay, okay. Someone will catch us”

“Your paranoid. Nobody will come-“

“Lo’ak! Where the hell did he go!” You almost immediately jumped from his arms at the voice, eyes widening toward the doorway. It was Neteyam, and he was definitely looking for Lo’ak because the two had to help the sky people set up with their parents.

You felt your boyfriends hands squeeze your own and you looked back, taking in his smile as he laughed. “I guess I’ll see you tonight then?” You push his face before pulling him back into a tight hug, leaning up to kiss his jaw.

“I’ll be waiting for you” He smiles, cupping one side of your face before leaving. You could hear his brother finding him outside and it made you laugh, covering your mouth so you wouldn’t reveal your secret spot.

•·.·''·.·•

“Y/N!” Tuk’s small voice called to you, her little legs carrying her as fast as she could go toward you. “Your here!” You laugh as she clung to your leg, ruffling her freshly braided hair.

“Of course I’m here. Your hair looks so cute, Tuk” You lift her into your arms, walking toward the group of sullys that made their own area around the tables and cushions in front. The projector screen was huge and playing many commercials, waiting for everyone to get seated.

There were sky people and Omatikaya everywhere, many Na’vi asking questions about the screen and where they got it from. You and many others were clueless to their technology, but it intrigued so many.

“I see your finally here” Your sister walks to you, Neteyam not far behind her with his eyes everywhere making sure nothing was wrong. Nobody trusted the sky people, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t try, right?

Once everyone got seated, you sat at one of the only open spots behind everyone. A table that was surprisingly big, and it always almost completely empty. Your sister and Neteyam were far from you, as were the sully family as well but you didn’t want to be a burden and walk over so many people to get to them.

You were starting to worry, trying to find Lo’ak everywhere but he was nowhere to be found. Was he hurt? Is he mad at you? Maybe he’s with spider? You didn’t know, but you were crying for him inside your head, just wanting to be next to him the entire time.

Just then, the chair next to you pulled out and you turned your head quickly, that sweet smile you grew to love making an appearance. “Am i late?” You scoff, pushing his face.

“I couldn’t find you” He dismisses you, hand taking your thigh in his grasp with a smile. He knew what that smile did to you—he could get away with anything.

“I’m here now, My mate” Your eyes widen and you look around, afraid someone might’ve heard him. “No one is looking, I promise” He soothes, thumb rubbing your thigh to calm you down. You sigh and nod your head, leaning your forehead against his. His mate… oh, how much you loved when he called you that. You hoped one day that came true, but for now it was okay to pretend.

As the movie played and everyone settled down, you couldn’t help but notice how touchy your boyfriend had been getting. Sure, he’d do this a lot, but it felt different. No one was next to you, only in front of you on the ground where the cushions had been.

One of his hands rubbed the small of your back gently, while the other moved dangerously close to your heat, head turning to look at him with wide eyes. You knew that look—that look he always made when he was planning something bad.

“Lo’ak-“

“No one’s looking” he shrugged, leaning down to press a small kiss against your jaw. “Just watch the movie, baby” You obeyed, refusing to look at him any longer. Your stomach was twisted and your heart was facing the fastest it ever had, cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation for how close his hand had been.

You were nervous, you never did anything like this together. He saw that and of course, moved up against you so you were laying against him, allowing him access to kiss your neck.

“Do you want me to?” He asks and you have to bite your lip to conceal the moan that would’ve came out, his hot breath against your ear making shivers go down your spine. You nod your head and he wastes no time in attaching his lips to your neck, thanking Eywa it had been dark because otherwise the people would’ve seen everything if they’d looked back.

Of course he teased you, fingers lingering around your center just to piss you off. He continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, fingers gently running over your loincloth. You were about to speak but he shushed you, pointing toward the screen for you to keep focus on that.

This was so risky—so scary you thought you’d faint. His hand traveled up and a shaky breath left your lips as his fingers brushed your clit. You were so clearly begging for him to touch you, trying your hardest to put a normal look on your face so nobody would notice your struggle.

“My little secret, your doing so good for me” His middle finger seeped through your folds, your slick almost instantly covering it. “You’ve been hiding this from me?” You can feel his length gently pressing against your back, still trying your hardest to focus on the movie in front of you. Finally, his fingers found your clit, rubbing gentle circles against it.

At this point you had been biting your lip so hard you were sure it drew blood, breath shaky just trying to hold back your moans. Lo’ak loved watching you like this. Your innocent body in his grasp, letting his fingers use you while you were in front of all these people? It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

“So wet already” His small words made you close your thighs, his voice tsked in your ear. “Keep them open for me, I know your nervous” You wanted it—you really did, but you were terrified the people would see. Your heart damn near jumped out of your chest every time someone spoke around you.

“Lo’ak—“

“Y/N, I have a question” Oh Eywa you were so glad his hand was under the table because when that voice called out to you, your heart fell to the ground. You quickly smile at the girl, trying to sit up from his grip but he only secretly holds you in place, fingers digging into your side signaling you to stay put.

“Kiri! What-“

“Are you okay, Y/N? You look like you’ve just seen a ghost” you nervously laugh, waving a girl off with a nod. Lo’ak’s stomach was in a twist watching you, his fingers still working circles against your clit.

“Yes I’m—“ You hesitate when you feel his finger slowly dip into your entrance for a quick second, pulling back out just to tease you. “I’m fine, just tired” She turns her eyes to her brother.

“Mom was asking where you were-“

“Kiri can we talk about that later? I’m trying to watch the movie” Lo’ak spoke as you bit down on your nails, looking away and squeezing your eyes shut as you felt one of his finger re-enter your tight cunt. She put her hands up in defense before leaving, and finally let a small moan escape your lips barely above a whisper. “They’ll hear you” He breathes against your ear and you sigh, looking at him with soft eyes.

“Let’s go somewhere-“

“Your the one who wanted to watch the movie” Your feet intertwined against each other as he pushed his finger deeper inside you, focusing on the screen that had been in front of you in attempt to drown out the boy behind you. “Just relax, I’ll make it feel good”

Soon it became pleasure over fear, your hips riding against his fingers trying to gain more friction. You couldn’t even focus, only squeezing your eyes shut trying to act like you weren’t there. “Lo… more” He bites his lip, ring finger now brushing over your entrance.

He soothed you as he sinks another finger inside you, your slick covering his hand in only a few seconds. “Shhh, don’t want them to hear, do we?” As much as he loved to hear you, he knew if he didn’t quiet you down, the people would definitely hear you and his parents would catch him in an act he didn’t want them to.

He could feel your walls tightening around him as his fingers curled inside you, your nails digging into his thigh to hold on. You leaned back on him, hoping that being close to him would make you feel better but it didn’t—the tightening knot in your stomach only grew.

“Lo…” He once again shushes you, placing a few kisses against your neck as his movements got faster, holding you close to his body. “I’m… I—“ You didn’t know this feeling. You didn’t know what to do or even what to say.

“Let it go, Pretty girl. I’ve got you” He cooes, free hand caressing your side. At his command, you felt this rope of please relieve from your body, hand covering your mouth as you put your head down to hide the expression on your face. You could barely help it, legs squeezing shut around his hand.

“Shit…” Your voice was soft against the table, pulling your head up with a sigh as he removed his now dripping fingers from inside you. Your eyes followed his fingers that traveled in between you two, your slick covering them like paint.

He smirks, taking his fingers into his mouth making your eyes widen—but you slightly loved it, watching his eyes like his watched yours. “You almost got us caught” you confront as he pulls away, eyes flicking to look over at the people around you to make sure no one was watching.

“Just wait until we’re alone”

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avatar-anna · 6 months

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What is the styles family up to on Halloween night? I have a gut feeling that Julian would be too scared and just cling to Harry the WHOLE TIME. ❤️

Trick-or-treating! The Styles family are all dressed up and hitting the streets to acquire as much candy as possible.

Simone is dressed up as Wednesday Addams, but specifically from that one scene from the school dance with the ruffle dress; Collette chose to be a scarecrow, complete with detailed makeup done by Y/n and assistance from Simone; Julian and Maeve usually go as a duo costume, but Maeve wanted to be a clown and Julian wasn't having it, so he goes as Prince Eric; Geneva is a little bat and little Natalia is dressed as a chick.

Harry and Y/n don't normally go all out for Halloween, mostly because they're hard at work trying to wrangle six different costumes together, some of which change because someone decides they want to be someone/something else. But this year Simone and Collette insist on her parents dressing up. They go as Romeo and Juliet from the '96 version of the film. Julian insists that they don't wear anything too scary, of course.

They stick to their neighborhood, where everyone kind of knows who they are and aren't as inclined to bother them on their night out as a family. That doesn't stop Simone from running ahead when she sees a friend and joining them for a few houses while Harry and Y/n watch from a few paces back, though. Maeve keeps doing little dances as she walks to each house, convinced that's how clowns walk. She's pretty independent for her age and doesn't have a problem skipping up to a house with the rest of her siblings and other kids, but when a particularly scary house freaks JuJu out, she holds his hand the whole time.

Jules isn't as eager to walk up to a stranger for candy, but he warms up more and more as the night goes on. He pretty much has Harry's hand in a death grip the first few houses, overwhelmed by the kids in creepy costumes and the realistic Halloween decorations on people's front lawns. Harry takes it in stride, promising his son that it's all pretend.

The kids are still pretty young, so their trick-or-treating ends pretty early. Maybe Harry stays out a little later with Simone and Collette while Y/n heads home with the rest, an already asleep Natalia cuddled up in her arms.

And once everyone is home and fast asleep due to coming down from sugar highs, it's just Harry and Y/n. Y/n gets ready for bed while Harry watches TV with a pile of candy in front of him. When she sees all the wrappers surrounding him, she's like, "Really? Again?" because he does this every year, and every year one of their kids gets upset because their Halloween haul is lighter than they thought. But Harry's just like, "What? I took a little from everyone this year so no one would get mad."

Y/n is exasperated but not surprised because Halloween is really the only time her husband indulges in eating candy bars. But she can't help but indulge in some fun of her own because tonight is usually a night where the kids stay asleep and don't crawl into their bed.

So she drops the robe she's been in, revealing a little lingerie underneath, and Harry is quick to shove all the little chocolate wrappers away, his eyes taking all of his wife in and is just like, "This all for me, Mama?"

And because she can't help but be a little silly, she adds some ears to the top of her head and when Harry looks at her confused she says, "I'm a mouse, duh." And he just throws his head back and laughs and pulls her over to him.

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durrtydawg · 1 year

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wait hold up headcanon requests??? how do the uncharted guys like/prefer their oral sex (whether that means giving or receiving, your pick 👀)?? (but only if you want to) (also YES you should keep writing the Sadir Inheritance!)

Okay, you little devil. Have the brothers, because they took me long enough & i got a little carried away.

Nate & Sam Drake Giving/ Receiving Oral (f!reader)| headcanons.

CW: nsfw (duh). 18+ pls <3

Sam:

Giving

Yeah, yeah, he can be a selfish asshole, but god, does he love to put his mouth to work on you (even if it is sometimes primarily for his own satisfaction).

Things could go one of two ways when it comes to Sam; a nasty little tease, or a total sweetheart.

He can be a cocky, condescending bastard, and he takes an enormous amount of pleasure from seeing how flustered he can get you. Whilst he rushes most things in life, he has the patience of a saint when it comes to going down on you, and loves to be buried between your thighs until he's pretty much drunk on your taste.

Though, he certainly doesn’t make it a walk in the park.

Big fan of teasing. BIGGER fan of edging. He’s a relentless menace, and will make you beg for everything: for him to touch you where you need him to, to let you cum, you name it…he’ll have you begging the whole time.

Sam loves to both watch and hear you lose composure time and time again, and since he can be big-headed *cue hairline joke*, he 100% gets off on the fact that he has the ability to do so with his mouth alone- he’ll happily have you in any position where he can watch as you do so. Go-to's include:

-Legs over his back whilst he lays on his front, hands gripping your thighs over his shoulders with enough pressure to leave bruises, close enough for you to comb your fingers through his hair…if you’re lucky enough for him to let you keep those hands of yours untied.

-Sitting on his face‼️ Tongue, lips, nose- and even teeth if he’s feeling particularly sadistic- working together perfectly in order to send you making all kinds of sounds that only he could draw from you. Also means he can get that oh-so-important alternate grip on your ass and tits (expect him to smack 'em. He will.). Now, I know this may not be the obvious choice because you’re almost pinning him down, but it gives him a chance to really go to town ’til he's got you dripping all over his face. Plus- he’d never admit this out loud- but he actually loves feeling a little used by you when the time is right, thus what better position could you possibly be in?

Ohhh, and how could I forget the overstimulation? It’s quite a sight seeing the gentle licks and sucks he uses to repeatedly coax you to the edge transform to the unrestrained messiness of a man starved.

He’ll smirk and maybe even laugh at you as you whimper and writhe against his mouth in an attempt to quell the oversensitivity, whining for him to ease off, but he’ll have such a grip on you that you’ve simply got to ‘suffer’- after all “Sorry, I--I thought y'wanted to cum, didn’t you, Princess?”.

Won't stop until you're almost passed out, and will use such an opportunity to come up to the surface and kiss you in your state of lethargy, slick-coated stubble grazing against your face as he gets you to taste yourself, drawling between breaths about how delicious you are.

Maybe he’ll add his fingers to the mix to really get you feeling insane on your own pleasure before he has his turn.

Whilst he loves riling you up (something about the way he has full control over your pleasure sends him a bit feral), he has his moments where he can be almost as tender as his brother. Sam’s a quick-witted son of a bitch, and is all over the idea of sending you into fits of giggles, even whilst he goes down on you.

He's not afraid to whip out the amusing theatrics at the right time, and can become the human embodiment of a comedically-timed 'Careless Whisper' sax break- but you might have to rein it in if you want to actually get anywhere, because there's always a slight risk that he could ruin the moment.

Not feeling attractive? Talking smack about yourself? He won't hesitate to verbally 'shush' you before leaving a trail of bruises all over your upper thighs to shut you up. Compliments? He’ll find time to pepper them in... even while he’s got his tongue buried inside you.

Receiving

Honestly, he's not difficult to impress. Simply drop to your knees in front of him with a sweet little smile, and he's already half-way there.

Mostly wants to finish inside you (idgaf what anyone says, this man has a festering breeding kink), and will primarily enjoy getting head as foreplay, BUT, there have been plenty of times where the idea of finishing on your face, down your throat, or, god help him, all over your tits, gets him so hot that he has to have you that way.

Again, total menace at times, can be tender at others...but most often he's the former. Even if he starts out sweet and slow, the closer he gets to orgasm, the higher his tendency to get a tad carried away.

He's not afraid to take total control, especially on those days where he has a lot on his mind, and needs to let out a bit of pent-up stress. He'll take out said stress on you, but of course you're more than happy to oblige.

Gag reflex not fantastic? On those rougher days, tough luck. Sam doesn't give a shit.

"Aw, strugglin', sweetheart? Good." All deep and gravelly. Heh.

He'll be hitting the back of your throat, snarky rhetorical questions chuckled through a smirk because he knows you can't respond. If anything, he wants to hear you choke on him, and with a fist to your hair, will bury himself as deep as possible, holding your head still for a few seconds just to hear you gag, before sliding out, letting you gasp in air before he goes again. He probably won't even give you time to consider getting his balls involved, though he'd sing your praises if you do.

Completely gets off on watching you drool uncontrollably, eyes watering as he fucks your throat.

Rest assured though, he'll watch you with caution, just in case there's any sign that it's too much, but tbh he probably won't take that long, so you'll be fine.

He doesn't really have a go-to place to actually cum when it comes to oral- it's like playing wheel of fortune every time- but one thing's for certain: he's gonna growl, and it's not going to be neat, so here's hoping it takes place somewhere with nearby shower access.

Deffo fantasises about getting sucked off in a public place...the riskier the location, the more turned on he is by the idea of it. Funnily enough, he's too nervous to ask because he doesn't want to cross a line...but will 'joke' about the idea of it.

Above all, Sam's in awe of you every time you offer to go down on him, and whist he may not openly express it, he cherishes the more intimate moments between you. No matter how rough he is with you, he never fails to keep telling you how pretty you look with him in your mouth, and he's always quick to resort back to a wise-crack or two after he's done, just to bring himself back down to earth;

"Well, looks like I got all...Jackson Pollock over your...*snickering, pointing to come-covered tits* Bot-'Botticellis'." "My...Botte-I- What are you on about?" "The paint-Jackson...Pollock, the painter who did all the--" "Yeah, no, I get it, 'Michaelangelo's 'David''. Just...towel please, wise guy."

Nate:

Giving

Our babygirl Nathan isn’t just a pretty face.

Now, we all know he presents himself as a bit of a know-it-all womanizer, but once he’s alone with a partner, that façade crumbles away like 99% of the bridges he sets foot on.

This sweetheart loves giving- like, loooves it, but it takes him a hot minute to get to it unless you’re the type to instruct him to do so- he can get a little nervous, and is always keen to impress, so reassurance is always helpful.

However, as soon as you make it clear that you want him to go down on you, he’s all “can't wait to taste you” right up to the second his lips are latching onto your clit. From here-on-out, he's enraptured.

He loves the intimacy of it all, and he shows it. Despite the fact that he’s doing all sorts of unholy things to you with his mouth, his hands love to wander; thumbs stroking your hips and the tops of your thighs, fingers sometimes lacing with yours if they meet at the right time. He adores it when you tell him how good he’s doing, and as your mewls and sighs progress into more languid moans, and your nails dig into him a little harder, he swears it makes him feel almost as good as being inside you altogether.

Pull👏🏼Nathan’s👏🏼hair. He loves when you get a little rough with him, and hair pulling is a huuuuge turn on. He definitely didn’t tell you this with words, but one accidental tug that you thought was a little too rough once resulted in a groan that let you know it was imperative you do it again.

Similarly to his brother, Nate enjoys a bit of edging when he’s erring just on the right side of cocky. Eating pussy is a strong contender for his favourite type of foreplay, and if he can get you just that little bit frustrated, he knows he’s in for the ride of his life when you’ve had enough. He only gets hornier the more he riles you up, solely based on his knowledge that you're not afraid to reprimand him.

In terms of position, he loves kneeling while you open up at the edge of the bed (or any surface for that matter), so you’re able to look down at him while you comb your fingers through his hair, muttering about how good he is and how amazing his mouth feels. He wants to see how good of a job he's doing, so will take multiple glances up at you through his lashes to watch how he's making you feel.

Encourage and praise him if you want to be rewarded with some extra stimulation; a simple “doing so good for me, babyboy” will send him humming gratified groans right into you.

If he’s feeling particularly submissive, he’ll beg for you to sit on his face. He’s obsessed with the feeling of you grinding yourself onto him as he laps you up like his life depends on it….just don't be surprised if he cums before you get a chance to return the favour.

Receiving

Nate definitely isn’t opposed to the idea of receiving, but is very intent on assuring you that you really don’t have to if you don’t want to - in saying that, he’s equally as quick to shut his mouth the moment you drop on your knees for him. If it makes you happy, he wants nothing more.

Wake him up with a blowjob, and he'll be putty in your hands for the rest of the day. Though he'll be in full admiration of you regardless of when you go down on him.

Will delicately brace a hand behind your head during, but wouldn't ever think about moving it in any way- he'll play with the hairs on the nape of your neck to give himself something to distract him from finishing too soon, so he's not nervously clutching onto whatever's nearby.

If he's not doing that, he's cupping your jaw, swiping up the stray spit that escapes the corners of your lips- he probably thinks it's helping you out somehow...it's not, but it's cute nonetheless.

Loves watching you- partially because he wants to make sure you're genuinely enjoying yourself, but mostly because he can't deny how good you look with his cock in your mouth, glint in your eye as you look up at him through your lashes.

BIG blusher, and actually pretty noisy. He gets so whiney the closer he gets to finishing, despite his attempts to keep any sounds held at the back of his throat- his hands can often be found searching feverishly for something to grip onto as he twitches on your tongue.

Nate definitely likes it when you deepthroat him, however, he hasn't once tried to force it out of you, and he prefers it if you take your time. If you gag, he's gonna panic and will probably pull away from you to ensure you're okay- He'll probably be too concerned to let you carry on, which can get annoying when all you want to do is go ham on his cock, but you can't deny it's sweet and endearing that he's thoughtful enough to check up on you.

Sometimes, however, you just have to shut him up by sitting on his face whilst you continue, just to keep his mouth occupied. Every cloud, eh?

Tie him tf up if you really want to see a man flustered- he wants it, but just won't ask. If you're not planning on making him finish with oral alone, use this as an opportunity to edge him to oblivion before you fuck him <3.

Will always always warn you when he's about to cum. He doesn't want to catch you by surprise, and wants to make sure you're not about to get caught off guard.

He'll want to jerk himself into your mouth if he's held himself together enough to do so- not only does he love the expectant grin and slight vulnerability on your face as you part your lips and stick out your tongue for him, but he wants to prove to you that he's capable of having a little control over his own pleasure. He's definitely missed before though, because he can't keep his eyes open, and on more than one occasion there's been an emergency dash to pick up some eyedrops from the chemist.

Will be all blushy and giggly and cute as he wipes your face clean, never failing to remind you how much he thinks the world of you, thanking you time and time again til he's ready for round two.

Me:

#nathan drake #samuel drake #uncharted #sam drake x reader #nathan drake x reader #headcannons #hehe asks #yeah yeah i know sam's is longer but we all knew that was going to happen :')#what's the bet this won't show up in the tags 🥰#2 notes for this one folks #sam drake #oh my god should i tag tom holland?#I'm gonna do it #tom holland #haha

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paisholotus · 6 months

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Queen Stella arrived with King T'chaka to see his brother N'Jobu. When they get to the door, Stella and T'chaka wait behind while Dora Milaje knocks on the door. Stella looked at T'chaka as he put his helmet on. "Yuh, seen his son? him so cute." Stella gushed. T'chaka scoffed and ignored her. Stella rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Muss you be a ass about everything? That is your nephew."

A man opens the door, and the Dora Milaje walk in slowly with their spears. They ask N'Jobu who he is, and he tells them he's the prince by showing his tattoo on his bottom lip. The Milaje hit their spears on the ground three times, letting us know it was okay to enter.

They walk into the apartment, and N'Jobu kneels at the sight of us. "My King. Queen Stella, it's a pleasure seeing you again." He says to her: She smiled at him, and T'chaka rolled his eyes and smiled, walking towards his brother.

"Leave us." He tells the boy in the corner. N'Jobu tells them that the boy's name is James, and he is very trustworthy to stay. T'chaka and N'Jobu hug, and they talk about how he's been, saying he looks strong. T'chaka then tells his brother that he ran into a problem when this man named Klaue stole a ton of vibranium and bombed the border.

T'chaka looked hard at his brother and said it was an inside job. He continues to stare at him, like he's giving him a chance to answer. N'Jobu looks at him, confused as to why his brother is looking at him like that. "Why are you here?" He asked T'chaka. The king walks to his brother, and his face turns angry. "I want to know why you betrayed Wakanda!" He yelled at N'Jobu.

N'Jobu got defensive and said he did no such thing. Stella walked forward a little because she could tell this was going to turn messy. T'chaka turned to James and told him to tell N'Jobu who he really was: Zuri, son of Badu.

N'Jobu looked furious, and he grabbed Zuri, starting to yell at him that he had betrayed him and trusted him. Just to find out he was a Wakandan spy this whole time.

T'chaka begins to tell N'Jobu that he has to return to Wakanda to face his crimes, and N'Jobu refuses.

As the two argue, Stella walks towards the window and sees two boys playing basketball, and Stella recognizes one of them to be N'Jadaka. She rushes from the window and tries to get between them. "Wi can't duh dis here. Tink of da boi. Even though N'Jobu did something that was wrong, he did it for his family."

T'chaka pushed Stella back, and she glared at him. "This has nothing to do with you. But with him, he betrayed his home! Therefore, there must be consequences!" Stella got angry and walked closer again. "FI GUD REASON! Yes, it was wrong, but he had no choice."

She yelled at him. They go back and forth, the argument getting more heated by the second. T'chaka has enough and takes his claws and stabs, killing N'Jobu. Stella screeched out, catching N'Jobu's body and cradling his head as tears formed in her eyes. She looks up at T'chaka, mortified, and says, "Yuh, kill your own bredda." She said, tears streaming down her face.

T'chaka bends down and grabs Stella by the throat, and as she grips his hand, he gives her the most menacing look he could muster. "You speak of this to anybody; it shall be you with panther claws in your chest!" She glared at him and grabbed at his suit, causing Dora Milaje to walk closer. "It nuh mi yuh should be worried about, but wah wi happen wen Bast comes fi yuh," she said. He backed away and went to leave.

"What about the boy? My king." Zuri asked T'chaka. He looked at him, then at Stella, and turned back to the door. "Leave him. He's not my concern." Stella stared at the empty space the king stood in, and her heart dropped. Zuri gave her a sympathetic look and walked out with Dora Milaje.

Stella was speechless and swallowed, a sob forming in her throat. She looked down at the now-dead prince in her lap, who had now turned cold. She brings her head down and kisses his forehead. Her heart picked up when she heard little N'Jadaka yell for his daddy, running up the steps. She quickly raises her hand over N'Jobu's body, turning it into air. Her heart aches as he completely disappears.

Little N'Jadaka runs into the apartment with a big smile on his face, but his smile fades as he sees Stella on the floor with tear-stained cheeks. "Who are you? Where's my daddy?" He asked her, frowning. Stella gets up and walks carefully to N'Jadaka; her mind is racing. How do you tell a child that their only parent left was killed and she couldn't do anything about it?

"My name is Stella, and Mi and Yuh Baba are great friends." He smiled at her, but it fell again. "Are you from Wakanda? Where's my dad?" Stella tried to stay strong in front of the young boy, but she's never done anything like this before; this was probably the hardest thing she's ever had to do.

"No mi nuh from Wakanda." She lightly chuckled. "But I've been to Wakanda plenty of times; you, baba, went to Wakanda for an emergency." He looked upset and looked at the ground, then back at Stella with teary eyes. "He left me?" His voice cracked. Stella's heart broke into more pieces when he said that this was going to be harder than she thought. "No, he will be back in a couple days. But till den him tell mi tuh luk afta yuh ave. Yuh, have you been to Jamaica?" She asked, giving him a big smile.

He gave a tiny smile back and shook his head. "Well, guess wah mi Queen of a place inna Jamaica called Sun City, an yuh baba ave been plenty of times. suh yuh can truss mi, mi wud neva hurt yuh. Ok?" She said that, giving him a reassuring smile. Sticking out her hand, gesturing for him to grab her hand. He looked at her, hesitant. "How come he's never mentioned you?" He looked at her quizzically.

"Well, because I am a Queen. And Queens are buzy. But this time I had time to come visit you. But yuh daadie had urgently lef to Wakanda, but like mi seh, he'll be back in a couple days. But yuh baba talk about yuh alla di time; he even showed me pictures." She said this, crouching in front of him. "Ya, believe me now?" He still looked hesitant, but he let her grab his hand. "I promised yuh Baba, I would look after yuh. And I promise nothing will happen to yuh." She gave him a sincere smile. He smiled back at her and nodded.

She stood up and told him to go get his things. He went and packed some clothes and other things he wanted to bring. She took some of his bags and asked if she could pick him up. He slowly nodded, and she picked him up and kissed the side of his head.

It caused him to smile a little; he probably hasn't felt motherly affection since his mother was in jail. On their way outside, a black Cadillac Escalade came into view, with guards standing on the outside. While N'Jadaka was packing, she called her husband and told him to send a car her way. N'Jadaka hid in the crook of her neck and wrapped his arms around her. She whispered to him that it'd be okay and that he was safe. Getting into the car, she told him to lay his head on her lap and go to sleep, saying that she'd wake him up when they got to the airport.

He protested that he wasn't sleepy, but his eyes suddenly got heavy, and he lay on her shoulder. She laid his head on her lap as they rode to the airport. She didn't realize she was crying until she wiped them away. Today had to be the most heartbreaking day she'd ever been through, and she's had plenty. But she's going to make N'Jobu promise to take care of his son and make sure N'Jadaka sees his mother again. But most importantly, she was going to make sure N'Jadaka made it to Wakanda, whether T'chaka liked it or not.

Alfre Woodard as Stella Williams

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sevicia · 2 months

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give me the movie recs instead! scary is ok

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Under a read more cause I looove talking, and the sections are ordered by like, priority of recommendation if that makes sense ... I also tried 2 actually rank them but I am not very good @ that LOL

Personal Enjoyment ONLY!!!:

No theme besides personal enjoyment "just for fun"/not relatable edition:

The Batman - I love it I just love it. I watched it bc my sister put it on and my pen's battery had run out. I was CLUELESS

Spree - That's my attention whore wife that would kill me for views !!!!!!

Jacob's Ladder - The best fever dream anyone could ever ask for !!! Everything about this movie is perfect. And this doesn't really matter TOO much ....... BUT …….. !!!! Tim Robbins in short shorts towards the end .......... save meeeee .................

Antiviral - I rewatched this one just before writing this LOL. It made me crazy when I first saw it back in 2022 and it makes me crazy now too!! The entire movie feels cold & sterilized but it's still Completely Sexual. Syd March I know what you are. OH also I like to think Mr. Cronenberg Sir is proud of his son bc this ruuuuules

Martyrs - This is like the ultimate "can't rec it as-is" movie bc of the amount of people that are genuinely disturbed by it & don't get me wrong I am one of them!! But there's just something here that has me thinking about it so often. The violence is amazing and the feeling in my stomach is horrible every time !!

No theme besides personal enjoyment mental illness edition:

Pulse (AKA Kairo) - Extremely close to my heart, the way loneliness relates to the internet & technology in general is such an interesting topic it would be enough to make this movie stand out for anyone, but I have such a personal fondness for it because of how much I felt it understood me. In a few ways.

Pearl - IDGAF how many people have gone "just like me fr" cause I am also one of them. I don't get the whole "female rage" thing that gets mentioned a ton (on account of me being some guy), but the theme of never being able to escape a life you hate ??? Absolutely fucking terrifying & hits super hard for me specifically

What Ever Happened to Baby Jane? - The RESENTMENT, the ANGER, the DESPAIR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It resonated w/ me a lot more in the past but not so much anymore, which is good LOL

HORROR!! YAY!!:

Horror SERIOUS edition:

The Thing - certified classic I legit think everyone should watch this one at least once in their lives. The practical effects r amazing, the story is GRIPPING & many of the actors r hot. Literally what else could u ask for…..

Hellraiser - Huge DUH ….. The short story is so good too Mr. Clive Barker I owe you my life !!!!!

The House That Jack Built - Pretentious, yes! But also really fun/satisfying to watch. I've seen some people comment on this kinda movie being typical for the director? But IDK who that man is & I don't care either. Like at all.

Ringu - Just a classic. So creepy I have to hype myself up to watch it LOL

Persona - INSAAAAANE INSANE INSANE. I saw someone say it's toxic yuri which like. Yeah I think. But also it left me confused in a rly good way

Noroi: The Curse - honestly should be self-explanatory @ this point. GENUINELY scared the shit outta me

Repulsion - Also a drama (besides a horror), the way the main character's paranoia escalates is just .... haunting, I think is the word. There's some degree of irony in here, because of who the director is, that I can't really articulate.

Gorefest / not too serious:

Creep - INSANE found footage about a guy making decisions that seem questionable if not stupid to most people, but not to me. I understand him. (disclaimer that this one could also go in the prev. category ..... I don't knowwww)

Intruder - I was on a slasher kick a few years back and this was one of the better ones. The convenience store setting is so much fun & something I'd never seen before! Or since.

Rec - SOOOO anxiety inducing, there's a lot of moments where people r talking/yelling over each other & the part towards the end that explains the whole thing is just. 0_0. to me. Bc it's among the top 3 things I do NOT fuck with !!! (same disclaimer as w/ Creep).

Hostel - I actually really like this one & don't understand most of the criticisms besides the obvious misogyny. It irks me a lot that it gets called "torture porn" so often when it's just … not that bad ? As edgy as that sounds !!

Cube - go there. in the cube? go in the cube.

The Poughkeepsie Tapes - Zero excuses for this one, you just gotta embrace your shit taste sometimes

Terrifier - Separate from the 2nd one cause that one is different in more than a few ways ..... but this one is just like charming to me in a weird way. It 's fucking filthy like, visually tho cause of the abandoned building & other such things ....

Terrifier 2 - This one I also enjoyed a lot though it IS really really long, I found it fun! The whole family aspect of it I liked a lot bc fictional siblings my beloved :3 though Art's backstory is still rly muddy (4 me at least) I do think it's like, a fun silly slasher if you've got 2 hrs and a lot of patience LOL

Just fun overall!!:

YAY!!!!!!!!!:

ROBOTS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - Oh my GOD I love this movie. I love this movie so much it's probably my favorite childhood movie. It's funny as fuck, really pretty AND has a good story. IK it may sound like nostalgia's involved but I just truly believe it's an amazing movie<3

Birds of Prey - This one is just a serotonin machine for me I love Harley so so muchh

Wendell & Wild - Visually insane I looove the look of this movie. It's also just rly enjoyable, I watched it multiple times at one point since it's on Netflix I think ? My mom got sick of it LOL

Bottoms - Absolutely bonkers it's such a fun movie. Gay and untalented and ugly and yet one of the most lovable movies I've ever seen ?? They need to print more of these

A Trip to Infinity - This one's actually a documentary on um. Infinity. Which is lovely because watching scientists be enthusiastic about their work and gush about it is just so good for my brain + it made me cry

The nostalgia I have 4 these ones is craaazy:

The Butterfly Effect - this was on TV SO OFTEN it was insane. I watched it so many times as a kid I always insisted on not changing the channel

The Voices - SO fun & silly I think of it so fondly .....

Paranorman - I love this movie so so much forever it's just so beautiful & funny

Zombieland - It's just fun man IDK what else to tell u

Sucker Punch - Another one that was often on TV, it's just embedded in my memory forever. I learned what a lobotomy was bc of this movie!!

MISC!!!:

These are dramas !!:

Parasite - Just watch it if u haven't. Everyone says you should watch it and they're RIGHT !!!

The Devils - I love horny church stuff so much

Let the Right One In - fucking loved this one. Freezing cold, very pretty AND probably the best vamp movie I've ever seen. Though I haven't seen a lot

Girl, Interrupted - insane behavior from the girls here but they're literally in a psych ward so who cares

These r good but I don't remember them much SOB:

The Eyes Of My Mother - this one gets called slow/boring a lot but I really don't gaf I still liked it

Wolf Creek 1 + 2

The Descent

Phenomena - The 1st game of the Clock Tower series was based on/inspired by this movie! Nothing else 2 say I just think it's cool lol

American Mary

A Clockwork Orange - I watched this nearly an entire decade ago but it goes here because of the fact that sometimes I still hear that dumb cunt Alex DeLarge go "I've suffered, and I've suffered, and I've suffered!" inside my head a lot. Also I have to mention that he did look good beaten up despite everything going on w/ him.

#danties #long post #literally so so fucking long I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyy .................................................. it's my verbose soul ..................#much to think about #<- thoughts were displayed

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mongreldyke · 9 months

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ghost quartet asks because. yea. but not actually asks because im answering them anyway

1. Favorite character

probably soldier or roxie!

2. Favorite timeline

THATS SO HARD. soldier rose or the crossover of usher/subway timeline probably

3. Favorite song

Bad Men!

4. Favorite performer?

between gelsey and rose, gelsey can just do this the slightly offputting thing so well

5. Live album or recordrd album?

live. duh.

6. How much of the plot do you think you understand?

I've got it all at this point with my massive brain and the help of @cometzz, though i was never too interested in poe or arabian nights so i think a lot of the references flew over my head

7. Least favorite song/song u skip most often

i don't really have a least favorite but. Maybe tango dancer? which is the only song that isnt entirely to my musical tastes but i ike it still

8. Favorite non-sung/spoken line?

Will you dance with me? ... Okay :/ Do you remember a time before we were just sisters? Do you remember anything else? No. Not yet. But I'm getting there.

9. Favorite lyric

"I love the way you see the world, I love the way your soul sings, I wish that I could sing like you, I wish that I could feel things"

10. Do you have any ships for the show? If so what are they?

SOLDIERROSE HANDSDOWN. a soldier with a death wish and a rose who is scheming. match made in purgatory

11. What's your favorite non-confirmed theory?

erm... i dont actually know many of those. i think the soldier got the pot of honey from killing the bear but idk if that counts?

12. Have you produced any artwork/content for Ghost Quartet?

working on a soldier and rose fic o7

13. Which role would you most like to play?

Gelsey or Brent!

14. Which Usher song is your favorite?

uhhgh thats so hard. i say usher 3 just because. the end

15. The Starchild, Roxie, Rose, or Rose Red?

fuck! roxie, photgrapher!rose, or soldier!rose

16. Subway or the Photograph?

subway hands down

17. Four Friends or Any Kind of Dead Person?

fuck. uh any kind of dead person, only because brittain going "LIIIIOOONNNN" is so me

18. The Gelsey/Brittain dance in Monk or the Dave/Brittain dance in Midnight?

MONK????

19. The Astronomer or The Telescope

the telescope its so good

20. Fathers & Sons, or Lights Out?

Fathers & Sons music wise but lights out makes me so :(((

21. Tango Dancer or Hero?

Hero :]

22. How did you first get into Ghost Quartet

i got @cometzz into mabel and he was like YOUUUUU would like ghost quartet if you like mabel. and he was right

23. When did you first start listening?

literally like two weeks ago? not very long ago the brainrot just gripped me immediately

24. What's your favorite moment (musical or vocal) in the show?

the shrill scream-thing gelsey does in The Photograph

25. Are you going to/have u seen Ghost Quartet?

no :( one day...

26. What's your favorite bizarre connection in the show? (E.g., edgar telling the story of pearl and the pusher in usher pt 3, Shah Zaman becoming the Man In Iran in the Astronomer, etc)

i love shahzaman becoming the ghost seer a lot!

27. What moment would you love to see live/what moment did you love the most live?

I really wanna see usher 3 honestly

28. If you could ask Dave Malloy one question about the show, what would you ask?

i don't actually have any questions, i'm fine with my interpretation o7

29. Have you read either the fall of the house of usher or arabian nights?

nope. might read them at some point though

30. Have you read the show's Genius annotations? If so, what's your favorite annotation by Dave?

that one annotation in Bad Men about how one of the lines rose red screams at the astronomer is something from a breakup he had. i just think it'd be really funny to be the girl who broke up with dave malloy and then got your breakup argument put into a show about cycles and murdering your cheating boyfriend

31. What part of the show disturbs you the most?

im used to a lot more disturbing stuff i didn't really get offput or anything

32. What part of the show confuses you the most?

not too much a this point! even the esoteric or obscure parts i'm like. okay with? i'm fine with it being vague and weird

#ghost quartet #kace #cause i mentioned him

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maybe 8 or 16 for one of the rosenali aus? perhaps the preachers son au it’s one of my favorites and i miss it 🙂

8. “Put the homework away and go to bed. You look exhausted.”

16. “Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?”

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“Nali? What are you still doing up? Don’t you have class in the morning?” Rosé asked as he walked through the door, half past 1 in the morning. Usually by the time he got in from shows, Denali was fast asleep but tonight Rosé found him awake crouched over an open textbook in the corner of their little studio apartment.

Denali didn’t look up, no inkling that he had noticed Rosé’s presence. Rosé walked up behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. “Babe?”

Startled, Denali jumped, taking his earbuds out and turning around, his expression softening when he realized it was only Rosé. “Hey, how was your show?”

Taking in his appearance, Rosé tutted softly. “It was fine. But honey, let’s put the homework away and go to bed. You look exhausted.”

Denali rubbed at his eyes sleepily, fighting off a yawn. “I’m ok. I’ll use the book light instead of the lamp if you’re ready for bed though. I just want to finish this chapter.”

“Please? You know I can’t sleep without you in bed.”

Sighing, Denali closed his book, exhaustion in his bones as he stretched. “Fine, but only for you.”

“Come on, get your cute butt in bed,” Rosé chuckled, pressing a kiss to Denali’s cheek and leading him to bed with a hand on the small of his back.

“I’ve got a cute butt, hmm?” Denali teased playfully, wiggling against Rosé as they got in bed.

Rosé rolled his eyes affectionately. “Duh, but go to sleep, I’m exhausted and I know you must be.”

They made themselves comfortable, Rosé with an arm wrapped protectively around Denali’s waist, his head tucked underneath his chin. Rosé stayed awake, listening to the sound of Denali’s breathing. He almost never went to sleep right away when getting home from a show, but as soon as he saw Denali and his bloodshot eyes, he knew he needed help getting some sleep. Finals were coming up for him in a couple weeks and stressful situations were never kind to Denali. Everytime stress in his life spiked, old feelings of anxiety came back manifesting in more frequent nightmares.

Rosé waited for Denali’s breath to even out signalling that he was asleep, but it never came. “Penny for your thoughts?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m just, having a hard time sleeping I guess.”

From the sound of his voice and the look on his face, Denali should be moments away from dropping off into sleep but it looked like he was trying to keep himself awake.

“Are you afraid of falling asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?”

Denali flushed with embarrassment, hiding his face away in Rosé’s chest. “No,” he lied.

“I know you’re stressed, baby, but you need to sleep. I’m not gonna let anything bad happen, I promise.”

Tears gathered in Denali’s eyes. “I know but I’m scared. Last night I-I dreamt my dad found us and he made me go back home and I can’t, Rosie, I can’t do that.”

“Baby, you had a nightmare last night? I knew about the one before but two nights in a row? No wonder you don’t want to sleep. How come you didn’t wake me?”

Denali shrugged. “I didn’t want to, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing that upsets you is ever stupid,” Rosé soothed, stroking Denali’s dark hair. “You’re a grown up now, baby, even if your family did find out where we are, there’s nothing that can make you go back to them.”

“It’s just scary, I can’t imagine being back there,” he said softly.

Rosé tightened his grip around Denali’s waist, snuggling close as possible. “Well, anyone who tries to take you from me is gonna have to pry you away from me.”

Denali giggled, fighting back another yawn and groaning.

“Seriously, baby, I’ve got you. You can sleep, I’m not gonna let anything happen.”

“Promise?”

Rosé knew he couldn’t promise much but protecting Denali was a promise he’d never break. “I promise. You’re safe with me.”

Denali sighed, more contently this time. “Okay.”

“Get some sleep, baby, I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you for protecting me.”

“Always,” he promised, kissing Denali’s forehead as he fell asleep.

#I’m sleepy I’m sorry if this is Bad <3 I’m like falling asleep typing on my phone #oh wel #preachers son au #prompt request

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motownfiction · 2 years

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fun time family dinner

When Lucy gets home from her first appointment in Dr. O’Reilly’s office, she doesn’t have a minute to tell Will anything about how it went. She’s immediately swept up in setting the table for family dinner. It’s Wednesday, and every Wednesday, Elenore and her boyfriend, Sean, come over for a few hours. They eat dinner, watch TV, maybe pretend to help Emma with her homework (which usually turns into Emma and Elenore having an intellectual conversation about the subject matter, despite their ever-glaring eleven-year age gap).

Tonight, Will orders in Chinese food. Emma’s going through a phase where she scrapes off as much sauce from her sweet-and-sour chicken as she can manage. When Elenore notices, she points her fork at her sister and says, “You know, Em, back in Michigan, they have something called Almond Boneless Chicken.”

Lucy’s eyes light up over her chicken fried rice.

“Oh, yeah,” she says. “You know, I almost forgot about Almond Boneless Chicken. That was a real lifesaver when we used to take you out.”

“What’s Almond Boneless Chicken?” Emma asks, still scraping the sauce off her tiny sweet-and-sour nugget.

“It’s kinda like what you’re trying to do to that chicken now,” Will says, handing his youngest daughter a paper towel. “It’s the kind of chicken you’re eating now, just without all the sauce and stuff.”

Emma lets her fork clatter down on her plate. She turns to Lucy with urgent eyes.

“Mom, we have to move back to Michigan,” she says, and Lucy laughs.

“What are you talking about, ‘back to Michigan?’” she asks. “You were born in Manhattan. You took your first steps on the F train. Your last school field trip was to the New Amsterdam to see Mary Poppins. If there was ever a New Yorker, it’s you.”

“You even ask for a soda instead of a pop,” Elenore says.

“Um, duh,” Emma says. “If I asked for a pop, I’d be asking for someone to hit me in the jaw. I don’t want that.”

“My daughter, the soda-sayer,” Lucy says. “What will they think of next?”

Everybody laughs politely and resumes eating for a minute or two. Then, Will puts down his fork and chimes in.

“Speaking of born-and-bred New Yorkers,” he says, “where’s my Bug?”

Lucy’s heart rate spikes. She knows the answer to that question. Bug is Veronica, Elenore’s one-year-old daughter. More importantly (in Will’s mind, anyway), she is Lucy and Will’s first and only granddaughter. Will calls her Bug because when she was born, she clung to him like a bug. There’s always been a special connection between the two of them, which Elenore half-jokingly attributes to the closeness of their birthdays (Will on March 10; Veronica on March 19). And Veronica does spend most of her time with her mom and her grandparents. Just not all of her time. It’s been a year, and Will’s still not used to it.

“She’s at Charlie’s,” Elenore answers, gripping her fork tightly and bracing for impact.

Will makes a confused face.

“Without you?” he asks.

“Carrie’s there,” Elenore says. “And so is Cordelia.”

“Without you?”

Elenore drops her fork on her plate, too.

“Daddy, we’ve talked about this since before she was born,” she says. “Charlie is Veronica’s dad. Veronica needs time to be with her dad.”

“Yeah, and if anybody else was her dad, I’d agree with you,” Will says. “But her dad’s not anybody else. He’s my son-of-a-bitch used-to-be friend. My daughter spent her whole life with a crush on him as big as this island, and what does he do about it? He takes advantage of her, right in this house, right under my fucking nose.”

“He didn’t ‘take advantage’ of me,” Elenore says. “I said yes.”

“Whether you said yes or not, he took advantage of you. Whether you were over eighteen or not, he took advantage of you. You weren’t just some girl to him. You were my daughter. You’re still my daughter. Lucy, tell our daughter I’m right.”

Now Lucy drops her fork on her plate. She knew they were bound to get into this fight again, but she wasn’t looking forward to it. She sighs and tries to come up with the most diplomatic thing to say. Then she remembers she’s shit at diplomacy. If only Sadie were here. She always has the right thing to say.

But the last time Lucy called Sadie, she was helping Steph put baby Judy to bed.

“Elenore, I feel the same way as Daddy,” she says. “Charlie was in a bad place, and he took advantage of a childhood crush. It doesn’t matter that you were an adult when he did it.”

“Should you be talking about this in front of me?” Emma asks, still messing with her sweet-and-sour chicken.

“Em, I’m not sure they should be talking about it in front of me,” Sean says.

They look at each other, grab their plates, and excuse themselves to the kitchen, where Emma begins to tell Sean all about Breathless, her new favorite old movie. Lucy turns back to Will and Elenore, still in the middle of a standoff.

“Mom, I can’t believe you would take his side,” Elenore says. “You said you were on my side about Veronica spending time with Charlie.”

“I do agree with you about that,” Lucy says.

“As though he even wants to spend time with her!” Will cuts in. “He’s got a one-year-old son to raise! He’s got a marriage to repair! She’s an afterthought to him! I’m the man who looks after that baby. I’m the man who cares about her.”

“Dad, you are being so self-righteous,” Elenore says with an eye roll.

“And I think I’ve earned that right! Lucy, tell our daughter I’ve earned that right.”

They both look at Lucy with pleading eyes. For the first time in a long time, maybe even all her life, Lucy wonders what it would be like to fall through the floor and disappear. Will says he’s felt that way a million times, and now, she thinks she finally understands. She clears her dry and raspy throat and searches for words that make any sense. Her eyes settle on Will first.

“You know it’s important for Veronica to spend time with Cal,” she says. “They’re brother and sister. They were born on the same day! He’s practically her twin. What if Sadie and Sam hadn’t been allowed to be twins?”

“Don’t use Sam as ammo against me,” Will says. “You know what was different about Sadie and Sam? They were twins. They weren’t born at the same hospital on the same day to different mothers because Mike needed a bunch of different women to tell him he was special. They were twins, OK? Right and proper. I guarantee that if Sam were alive today, he’d be on my side about this.”

“No, he wouldn’t,” Elenore spits back. “Charlie was his little brother. He loved him. He would have taken Charlie’s side over anything.”

Will turns stark white and bites down hard on his bottom lip. It almost looks like he’s going to draw blood. It almost looks like he wouldn’t mind. He points at Elenore like he’s trying too hard to be Harrison Ford.

“You named that little girl after me,” he says. “I watched your mom fill out that birth certificate. I saw every letter you told her to say. Veronica Will O’Connor. You didn’t name her Veronica Charles Doyle, did you?”

“Well, no, but …”

“But nothing, Elenore. You named her after me. You knew I was going to be important in her life in a way Charlie never could have been. And now, you let her go to his place without keeping your own eyes on her. What are you thinking?”

“Exactly what I keep saying. Veronica needs a father.”

“Not when her father’s bullshit. That’s when you bring in her grandfather.”

Elenore throws her hands up in frustration and flops down on the couch like a child. It reminds Lucy that just six years ago, Elenore was a child, sitting on this couch and filling out college applications. She wanted to go to Yale then. As a legacy, she knew she had a shot. But when Sean got rejected, she chose NYU. She chose him. She chose home. It feels profound, but Lucy’s careful not to analyze her daughter. Elenore O’Connor is not Elinor Dashwood.

Will walks up to her, red in the face from both anger and embarrassment. Lucy sighs a little and caresses his cheek. She’s in love with him even when she thinks he’s wrong. She’s in love with him when she knows he’s right. She grabs both sides of his face when she remembers that tonight, he’s both.

“I’m right,” Will says, trembling a little, like a boy. “She shouldn’t leave Bug alone with Charlie. He doesn’t … he’s not good for her. He’s not good at all.”

Lucy sighs and quickly kisses Will’s lips, thinking it will calm him down. For a second, maybe it does. He goes right back to shaky and rattled. She kisses him again.

“I love you,” she whispers.

She wants to see if it will distract him.

She also wants to remind herself.

“I love you.”

#drabble #writeblr #ch: lucy callaghan #ch: will o'connor #ch: elenore o'connor #ch: emma o'connor #ch: sean fitzpatrick #year: 2007 #series: ball of confusion #food

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sukirichi · 3 years

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request: SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK CHARACTERS — (yuuji, megumi, and gojo satoru ver!)

notes: i’ve reached a point in hell of no return, help 😩 anon knows exactly what she’s talking about and i’d be more than honoured to add on to this concept

warnings: nsfw content such as public sex, overstimulation, degradation, manhandling, oral sex (f and m receiving), road head, and slight cumplay (nsfw under the cut!) + this is unedited/not proofread,

(all minor characters are aged up)

masterlist ! requests are open

ITADORI YUUJI

he’s a pretty innocent boy

in a way that he’s not always dirty minded instead of him totally being...well, inexperienced

so when you ask him if he can come with you pick a swimsuit, he happily agrees

he loves going shopping with you and is extremely patient even if you take half an hour in just one shop

he’d happily carry your bags for you

seriously, this man is so low maintenance, he’s not going to ask for anything else or whine that you’re taking too long or that he’s hungry

he’s REALLY really patient and supportive of you

and even though he’s not an expert in women’s fashion, he’ll honestly give his opinions if he thinks a dress or shoe looks good on you or no

he might also remind you just how convenient your outfit would be on the event you plan to use it t

but this time, it’s a different case because you’re buying a swimsuit

now, yuuji’s seen you naked before so it’s nothing new to him anymore, but the moment he walks inside the swimsuit shop with all types of frilly bras and colorful pieces, he’ll immediately duck his head down in respect

he’s pretty fidgety the whole time

if you bring up a certain red polka dot bikini in front of your clothed body, tilting your head to the side innocently to ask, “how about this?”

yuuji’s brain will fry right then and there

he can imagine just how great you’d look in it, but he doesn’t want to be rude or too obvious so he’ll just nod and go,

“yeah, babe, that’d look great on you!”

he’s pretty silent the whole time, but really, all the blood’s rushed to his cock already

the whole drive back, yuuji is already so sensitive and clenching his jaw with his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel while you sit next to him, hiding your smirk

you almost want to laugh at how flustered he is, but he’s trying his best not to show it

but you’re not that bad, and so you ask him to pull over because the tent in his pants looks so uncomfortable and you doubt he’ll be patient enough to jack off in the bathroom when you both go back home

he’s confused at first, glancing over you with worry

“why, what’s wrong? did you want to go somewhere else?”

“no,” you laugh, pushing your hair back into a makeshift ponytail

and THAT has yuuji driving recklessly and swerving real fast and furious style because he knows what’s about to happen next

despite his eagerness, he’s still concerned about you, breathing heavily as you lean over your seats and start to unzip his pants

“a-are you sure about this? you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,”

poor baby is already shaking the moment your nails rake over his thigh, your breath just ghosting over his clothed erection which is already damp with pre-cum

this makes you hum in agreement because yes of course you’re sure

you had a feeling yuuji would be turned on with this little escapade anyway, but you didn’t think he’d be this needy already

now it’s time for you to relax your throat and prepare yourself because yuuji is THICK

safe to say, all your arrogance is gone the moment you choke on his length, his big hands helping you keep the hair away from your face

meanwhile, yuuji is messily thrusting his hips up to your mouth, enjoying the way you just feel so warm around him

“f-fuck, baby, feels so good. i can imagine you already in that flimsy material, you’d be so pe-perfect, fuuckk.”

your chest swells with pride, always having been weak when it comes to his praising

once he reaches his high and paints your face white, yuuji lazily pulls you closer to him to kiss you, moaning when he tastes himself on your lips

you only giggle at how romantic he is even when your hands are still stroking his softening cock, and yuuji shudders a bit at the gesture

because he’s been such a great and supportive boyfriend today, you swipe at the cum near your lips, which makes yuuji’s eyes darken when you collect it with the tip of your tongue

then, as innocently as you could bat your eyelashes at him, you grin,

“would you like to see me wear it tonight? just for you?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

PLEASE HELP THIS BOY

“gumi, can you come shopping with me tonight? there’s a pool party this weekend with my friends and i need a new swimsuit.”

he wants to say yes because duh

but he also wants to say no because he’d rather not walk around in public with a raging erection

and we all know megumi is big, like come on, he’s toji’s son

like yuuji, i don’t think megumi is that perverted either, but he’s still a teenage boy with raging hormones

he may have more control over himself than yuuji, but he knows his limits

a swimsuit is honestly so innocent — it’s not even half as tempting as when you surprised him with a white lingerie set (which resulted you two in not getting out of bed the whole weekend lmao) so he wonders why the hell he’s so nervous

eventually he convinces himself that going with your girlfriend while she shops for a swimsuit isn’t anything new and it’s just a “normal couple thing” so bedgrudingly, he sighs and agrees

which he immediately regrets the moment you head straight for the skirtinis

there’s so much to choose from, and his eyes widen at the absurdity of how there’s so many designs and patterns

i feel leki megumi is a cheapskate, so he’ll be more focused first on criticizing the price tags before looking at you

“25 dollars for this...thing?”

he’ll shake his head in disapproval, but then straighten up when he sees you frown

“i think it looks cute. don’t you like it?”

you push up a frilly pink skirtini, the shade a soft pastel one that just looks so innocent and cute on you

it doesn’t help that you’re gazing up at him under your lashes either, a small pout on those kissable lips

he admits it does look cute, even cuter because you’re the one wearing it, but he still doesn’t like the price lmao

or at least...not until he’s seen you wearing it

once you’ve both gotten home, megumi heads straight to the kitchen because he’s been so parched (he won’t tell you that he’s been subconsciously swallowing his saliva the whole time, showing him material by material until it all gets suspiciously thinner and more revealing)

he doesn’t like limiting you or telling you what to wear, either, so he just follows you like a lost puppy, careful to note stare too much at anything to not make anyone uncomfortable

but then he goes back to your shared room, just about ready to call it a day since you sure did take your sweet time, and he sees you strutting in your underwear in front of the mirror

megumi freezes at the door like a lagging npc LMAO

“...y/n?”

you smile, turning to him as if he hadn’t just caught you checking yourself out, which he doesn’t blame you for because you look absolutely stunning in it

the skirt just hides the supple flesh of your thighs, but really, he’s more stunned at how your ass looks so perky in that skintight material

megumi looks away, flushed, running a hand through his hair because he’s too much of a gentleman to outright say he finds you so sexy in fear it would sound weird

but you take his sudden aversion something else, and you wrap your arms around yourself a little consciously, voice turning small

“does it look bad on me?”

he immediately picks up on how small you’ve made yourself, his eyes snapping to yours

“no, you look amazing! why would you think that?”

you pout, “you suddenly looked away. it felt like you don’t really like it.”

at this point, megumi is such a blushing, stuttering mess, approaching you carefully with his words stll stumbling over one another

“that’s not true,” he sighs, rubbing his hands on your bare arms, finally letting himself loose and shamelessly staring at how your breasts are just right under him, waiting to be touched

the tension in the room begins to thicken, and you shiver when his hands trail down your hip before squeezing the flesh almost possessively

“beautiful,” he’d murmur almost absentmindedly, and by the time you’re practically melting in the heat of his gaze, megumi just goes ‘fuck it’ and straight out kisses you

he’s gentle though

he knows you felt insecure and so he wants to take his time with you, touching you in places he knows you liked, curling his fingers in just the right spot that has you seeing stars

he doesn’t do anything that would make your body shake, but it still feels good — a lot more like lovemaking

and it is

he wants you to know he loves you and that you’re the most beautiful being ever in his eyes

megumi will kiss you starting from your calves and up to your belly, where he hovers for a minute before changing his mind and diving back down to where you want him the most

small, kitten licks in your core that has you dripping in his tongue, your hands fisting his hair

megumi doesn’t stop telling you how pretty you look just like that, loosing yourself in the pleasure he’s giving you

he doesn’t neglect your breasts; one of his hands reaching up to softly pinch the beaded nipples which has you riding and humping his face even more

megumi buries his face in your heat in that moment, his nose bumping your clit every now and then, and you feel so beautiful with how he can’t seem to get enough of you

he knows this just by the way you clamp down on his tongue, sweet juices coating his lips and he drinks it all like a starved man

“cum for me, sweet girl,” he coaxes, his thumb pushing your lips open as he watches you come undone for him

“that’s right — fuck — you’re so gorgeous, so perfect, just mine.”

and just when you think he’s had enough, megumi only flips you until your core is right on top of his face, his large hands merciless as he pushes your hips forward and backward on his tongue

similar to before, you and megumi stay in bed all day long with him going round per round, never getting tired of making you feel good until you’re just laying spent on your bed, juices flowing out of your abused core

you push megumi away when his fingers slide in your inner thigh

but no he’s not quite done with you yet

“no,” he growls softly, pushing your hands away and pinning you under his weight. “i’m not stopping until you finally see yourself the way i see you. so divine, so ethereal.”

your body is something he’ll never get tired of worshipping

you’re hella tired

but hey who are you to complain

you only wish megumi hadn’t ruined your swimsuit with your cum, but after a promise that he’ll jsut get you another one, you lose yourself to another mind blowing orgasm

GOJO SATORU

let’s be real here

you know EXACTLY what you’re asking for the moment you dragged him into a swimsuit shop

you don’t even bother asking him if he wants to go anymore because gojo being gojo, he’ll be whiny about it, saying you could just surprise him the moment you get home

to which you roll your eyes and say, “this isn’t for you, gojo.”

hah, but anything that is yours is his, and your body is definitely his

gojo is nothing but bored

he wants to go home already and just fuck you already, and he’s getting on your nerves so you threaten that you’re not letting him touch you for a whole week if he doesn’t shut up and accompany you for once

it’s not that gojo is mean and unsupportive of you, he’s just so horny in that moment he can’t think straight

but he also really, really likes touching you so the big man just pouts and crosses his arms

sighing loudly and rather dramatically

it only takes a few seconds before gojo straightens up, peeking under his blindfold when you pick up a plain black bikini with the top knotted behind your neck

it’s not really your style though, so you’re about to move to another design when gojo whines

“wait, why not that one? it would look great on you.”

ofc you know i’ll look great on you, but it’s not your favorite, and it’s fun to tease gojo so you shrug nonchalantly, picking up a dark blue legsuit instead

gojo absolutely LOSES it

man takes off his blindfold just to glare at the material as if it offended him

“babe, what the fuck is that?”

“it’s a legsuit, perfect for scuba diving. plus, it protects my skin from the sun. i wouldn’t want a sunburn.”

the way gojo laughs is so cocky you consider choking him with the suit

“that’s what you have me for?” he points to himself incredulously, “i’ll put the sunblock all over your body babe, you don’t even have to worry about that.”

“please. i’d already be stripped down to my birthday suit before you even get to open the bottle,” you scoff, muttering under your breath, “damn fucking horny guy can’t keep his thing inside his pants.”

however, this doesn’t faze gojo

“and what’s so wrong with finding my girlfriend so sexy and hot i want to fuck her all the time?”

honestly what the hell were you thinking, assuming that you’d one-up gojo when this man would always be superior when it comes to being dirty LMAO he is just so shameless

but whatever, you ignore him, heading to the checkout with a self-assured smile

gojo trails behind you, his anger radiating off of him so strongly you can feel it

“y/n.”

“y/n, you can’t even swim. don’t fuck with me and say you’re buying that to ‘scuba dive.’”

“what, so i can’t learn now?”

“just buy the black bikini. it looks great on you.”

“i told you already, i’m not buying that and wearing it for you. i only dragged you here because i need someone to carry my bags.”

you know what happens to brats?

they get punished.

and that’s exactly what happens

gojo grabs your wrist rather roughly back to where you’ve left the black bikini, and not only does he shove it to your chest, commanding you to wear it, but he also shoves you in the nearest dressing cubicle

next thing you know, gojo has his palm over your mouth as he pounds into you from behind, absolutely railing you to the point tears are flowing down your cheeks

“look at you — not so bratty now, are we? you’re just a slut for my cock, aren’t you, sweet girl?”

gojo lifts one of your legs up in the crook of his arm, forcing you to look at the way your pussy greedily sucks him in in front of the mirror

you’re so wet that the squelching of your pussy, along with the slapping of skin, resonates in the cramped space

you reach behind gojo and move away from his hand, gasping breathily while your breasts bounce

“gojo, ah, shit — we might get caught.”

“do i look like i give a fuck, baby?”

no, he doesn’t. and he proves this by pushing you down by the back until your cheek is squished against the mirror, your ass pressed against his pubic bone

with the way gojo’s hips are angled and his long cock is hitting places only he can reach, you no longer care about people finding you in this position

your mouth is open, eyes rolling at the back of your head and drool even begins to slide from your lips

this makes gojo laugh, two of his fingers rubbing against where you two are connected to gather your wetness before shoving it into your mouth

“shut the fuck up, you slut.”

gojo’s large hands then comes up to grab and squeeze your hips roughly; you think he’ll leave bruises there or marks in the shape of fingers

he’s basically using you as his fucktoy now, paying no mind to how you’re crying from how he’s hitting in so deep and fast

your body just transcends into a different dimension

you’re fucked out, crying and begging for him to go slower

“gojo — baby — p-please, a little more gentle, ah, fuck.”

“what was that?” he teases, bending forwards to nip at your ear. the sudden shift in angles has the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, and you immediately clench around his cock.

gojo taps your lips when your eyes shut close from the exhaustion, barely able to comprehend anything else other than the familiar coil deep in your belly

“i couldn’t hear you, princess. speak louder.”

“slower, please,” you beg, placing your sweaty palms flat on the mirror in an attempt to hold onto something. “too much, satoru, t’much.”

poor you, his baby looks so tired and fucked out

with a sarcastic sigh, he kisses the pads of your shoulders, then bites the knot of your black bikini until the material falls to the ground

your breasts are now free from its confines, and his rough hands reach to fondle them

you expect him to grip it possessively like how he always does, but instead, he massages them with tender care, whispering sweet nothings in your ear

one of his hands reach over to where your hands are, looping it through your fingers while his thrust slows down

he forms a tantalizing pace of hitting deep before pulling out in a such slow, torturous fashion then slamming back in until he bottoms out in one thrust

it’s dirty, lewd, and still very much wrong — but it feels so right and it’s rare that gojo ever listens to you so you find it romantic

gojo isn’t the least bit apologetic when you’re both kicked out from the shop

because in the end, he won, and he holds your shopping bag with the cum-stained black bikini proudly all the way back to his car

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justice4canyonmoon · 3 years

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Deaf!h and y/n visit his parents and they’re getting it on and he’s being SO loud and she’s like bro stop and he like fuck them so what if they hear me are here your pussy 🤤

hiiiii!! I hope you enjoy this, I hope I was able to write it in a way that is inclusive!!! if it's not, please let me know :) also, it's implied that all dialogue between Harry and Y/n is signed, not spoken.

warnings: smut!! 18+ only!!! sex (duh), Anne hears them but I don't think it counts as exhibitionism?? it might tho idk

wc: 503

Visiting Harry’s family had been going swimmingly so far. You couldn’t believe how easy it was to get along with his family; so many times, you heard awful stories about significant others’ families. But Anne was so kind! She saw how much love you had for her son and adored you right from the start. But you were kind of afraid that was going to end because of how loud he was.

He was deep inside of you, because Harry could barely go a day without jumping your bones. He was obsessed with your pussy, and he made it known to you quite often. You were staying quiet, the moans and whimpers you were letting out were muffled into his shoulder. But Harry was loud. The desperate moans spilling from his lips were sure to wake his sleeping mother. You tightened your legs around him, forcing him to stop his motions. He cocked an eyebrow, confused.

“You’re being too loud, H,” you signed, a slight look of panic on your face, “could wake your mom up!”

“Don’t care,” he replied, “your pussy’s too good to pass up.”

“I don’t want your mom to hate me because we kept her up all night having sex!”

He smirked, “To be honest, I don’t really care if she hears. You feel too good. And if she gives you shit for it, which she probably won’t, I’ll deal with it. Just let me fuck you, babe.”

You relented, loosening your hold on him as he continued fucking into you. He grinned at his victory, gripping your hips tightly as he rocked into you. The wet sounds of your pleasure echoed across the room, but they could barely be heard over the grunts and groans Harry was letting out. Your pussy was sopping wet, Harry knowing exactly how to draw every ounce of pleasure from your body.

“Gonna cum, Harry,” you told him.

His fingers snaked down your body to rub at your clit, and your body tensed around him as your wetness coated his cock and dripped onto the bed. Your body jerked with sensitivity beneath his as he continued fucking you, finding his own release and spilling into the condom. Harry pulled out and gently cleaned both of you off, pecking your lips lightly before cuddling up to you.

“Love you,” he signed.

You smiled and returned the gesture, kissing his cheek lightly. His phone buzzed beside you, and he took a look at it, chuckling slightly before showing the phone to you. Your cheeks grew warm with embarrassment.

Mom: Can you two try to keep it down in there? Some of us are old and need to sleep!

“Told you we’d wake her up.”

He smiled, “It’s alright, love. She won’t be mad. Let’s follow her lead and sleep now, ‘m knackered.”

You nodded and fell asleep on his chest. You felt bad that you woke Anne up, but it technically wasn’t your fault. You’d let Harry do all of the explaining in the morning.

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googoojeu · 3 years

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[ untitled, 3:18 am ]

jungwon thinks he's gonna die from the heat.

he swats at a nearby fly while waiting for ni-ki to emerge from their old but seemingly, still there tree house. on days like this, he doesn't mind the summer heat, but when he sees you making your way down the street to fetch your sister from dance class, he's fully aware of what he looks like at the moment. his shirt is sticking to his skin, his lips are chapped and he has a scrape on his knee from when ni-ki pushed him too hard while bickering about which star trek movie was the best. he looks away for a moment, his heart doing somersaults because you looked gorgeous. was it the sun shining down on you as you looked sideways before crossing the street? or was it the heat getting to him?

scratch that.

he thinks he's gonna die from how fast his heart had been palpitating for the past minute.

"hey jungwon!" and you sound like an angel. jungwon feels like he's gonna faint once he looks at you, but when he does, you were gone. you were already halfway down the block and it looks like you weren't bothered that he didn't greet you back.

"that was a sad sight to see." jungwon yelps at his best friend's statement. ni-ki snickers at him as he jumps off the makeshift ladder. "and i thought you told them that you liked them?" ni-ki questions him as they make their way to the lake. jungwon scratches his head. the countless times jungwon tried to confess to you but there's always an obstacle (read: ni-ki), so he prefers to just keep to himself and not say anything. so, jungwon just shakes his head while ni-ki sighs. "you're gonna lose your chance, i tell you. i heard they're really popular at their sister's dance studio." and for the nth time today, jungwon just thinks he's gonna die from the heat.

later that day, he finds himself at the tree house again. as he sits on the balcony, his feet dangling above the ground and his hands busy reassembling the robot ni-ki decided to buy and then break, because in verbatim, "it's my money punk, so why not?"

he's already halfway done when he spots you in his peripheral vision, holding two milkshakes from the local diner. his throat goes dry as he sees you stop at the house next to the tree house, greeting the lady, mrs. jung (jungwon doesn't know her, but ni-ki says she owns a flower shop and has two sons, which heeseung replies with "she's a teacher, nishimura"). you bid mrs. jung a goodbye before stopping again, but this time, jungwon sees you at the foot of the tree.

"hi jungwon!" you chirp. he gives a half-hearted wave and goes back to fixing the robot. "can i come up?" jungwon's grip on the screwdriver comes loose and it tumbles down next to you. both of you eye it before he speaks up, "can you uh, can you get that before you come up?" you nodded, shifting the other milkshake to your arm and picking up the screwdriver.

once you were settled down next to him, jungwon swears he thinks the heat (read again: you) is gonna kill him. as you handed him the other milkshake, his fingers brushed yours and he thinks they were soft. oh shut up brain, he thinks. he thanks you and proceeds to take a sip. "i heard you like me," and then he chokes. you rub circles on his back as he calms himself. "who told you that?!" he exclaims once he was good. you smiled, "riki, he told me while i bought the milkshakes." screw you nishimura, but thank you, he thinks. "i-i do but do you um, do you like me t-too?" you roll your eyes. "duh, i wouldn't buy you a milkshake with my summer money if i didn't like you."

jungwon's brain short circuits and just like the robot he's fixing, it's wires are now tangled and in dire need of help. "you do?" he's confused. he turns to you and finds you looking at him, the redness on your cheeks are evident, mirroring his. "oh my god, you do." you laughed. "of course i do," you say softly. "well jungwon, it's summer, do you… wanna hang out sometime? i know an extra room in the dance studio, i heard you like to dance." he nods his head, "sure, that sounds nice." you smile at him once again before telling him you had to go, your mom is probably looking for you. you kissed his cheek before going down the ladder, leaving a dazed jungwon sitting there, the milkshake sitting next to him is turning warm. he touches his cheek and giggles.

he shakes his head and grabs the robot to continue fixing it. the same robot that witnessed a blossoming summer romance.

shy!jungwon x equally shy but energetic!gn reader | fluff! | warnings: none | 823 words | not proofread, tho im proud of this one,,, jungwon has been coming for my bias list these days lmao, feedback would be much appreciated! my asks and inbox are always open <333

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helloalycia · 3 years

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girl next door [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: the time has come where you realise your boyfriend just isn’t worth it, and your neighbour may or may not be an Avenger

warning/s: none i don’t think??

author’s note: part 3 is here! I kinda got carried away and wrote two more parts so my bad, but i hope you like it!

I couldn't be bothered with today. I just wasn't in the mood to go to work, so of course, I procrastinated as much as I could in the morning until it was finally time for me to get out of bed without being late.

Teddy had fallen asleep here last night after we watched a film, but he left earlier for work, so it was just me. I knew I had to break it off with him, it was time. But I didn't know how to tell him without hurting him. So, I was cowardly in that sense, which was only worse because I was leading him on. I'll find a way to say something soon, I promised myself as I took my clothes off and wrapped a towel around myself.

When I headed to the bathroom, I immediately slipped on the wet floor that only one person could have left behind. But, unlike the many times I had done so, I wasn't able to catch myself and instead fell on my leg, hearing a deadly crack noise, forcing a scream from my lips.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," I got out through gritted teeth, tears slipping from my eyes. The pain was unbearable and as I looked to my leg, I knew something was wrong because it instantly began to swell up and change colour.

Taking deep breaths to get through the pain, I tried not to imagine the several ways I was going to skin Teddy alive. He was so ignorant! How many times did I have to explain to him how dangerous it was to leave the floor wet?!

"It's okay, Y/N, you're okay," I told myself, before stretching and grabbing my phone from the side.

A striking pain shot up my leg and I suddenly felt nauseous, unable to deal with it. Swallowing hard, I called Teddy to give him a piece of my mind but also ask for his help since I couldn't move. Unfortunately for me, it went to fucking voicemail making me scream with frustration. I clenched my jaw as I tried to stand up myself, but more tears rolled down my cheeks as I accepted I was stuck.

The next person who came to mind was Wanda. If I was lucky and she wasn't at work, she'd be able to help me up and get me to a hospital.

I called her next and thankfully, unlike the arsehole that was my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend, she answered.

"Hey, Y/N!"

I breathed out as calmly as I could. "Hi, Wanda. I, er, I need your help."

"Everything okay?" she asked with concern.

I nodded, though I felt really sick as I tried to avoid looking at my leg. "Yeah, well– no. This is really embarrassing, but I slipped on the bathroom floor and I think my leg is broken. Please can you come 'round and help me up?"

"Shit, Y/N, of course!" she exclaimed.

"Thanks," I got out breathily. "Spare key is taped under the plant pot outside my door."

"Just hold on," she insisted, before hanging up.

I dropped my phone to the side and glanced down at myself, definitely embarrassed that I was sat here in my underwear and bra, but also glad that I wasn't completely naked.

As promised, Wanda came as soon as possible and I heard her approaching the bathroom before she squeaked and covered her eyes.

"S-sorry!" she said, flustered. "I didn't mean to look. I just–"

"Wanda, you need to see if you're to help me up," I said as nicely as I could without snapping from the pent up anger reserved for Teddy.

She removed her hand, though her eyes wouldn't meet mine. "Right, yeah, duh. Okay, er..."

Successfully, she managed to lift me up and let me use her for support as we limped to my bed and I took a seat.

"Can you pass me my–"

"Clothes, right," she caught on, still not meeting my eyes, before moving around the room to grab a shirt and shorts.

I put my shirt on with ease, but she had to help me with my shorts as I tried my very hardest not to cry from the pain. My leg, or rather my knee, was turning a yellow-purple colour pretty quickly, making me flinch.

"How did this happen?" she asked with worry, gaze falling to my leg.

I clenched my jaw. "My stupid fucking boyfriend. I've told him so many fucking times to mop the damn floor! And he always says okay, but he never does! Oh, boy, when I get my hands on him, he's gonna wish he'd never been born!"

"Y/N–"

"And can you believe he has the audacity to have his damn phone switched off?! I could be dying and he wouldn't even know! That selfish, ignorant son of a–"

"Y/N!" she called, snapping me out of my rant. "Hospital."

"Right, hospital," I agreed. "No ambulances because they're way too expensive. Maybe you can get me down to a taxi and I'll take it from there?"

She raised her eyebrows with disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

I mirrored her expression. "Er, no? Ambulances are like $700, and even with my insurance that's like $400. Taxis are, what, twenty bucks?"

She wasn't convinced as she crossed her arms and stared at me with uncertainty. I sighed and tried to stand up, but I pulled a face at the pain. She was quick to help me stand, giving me support on my right side.

"This is gonna take a while," I mumbled, biting back annoyance.

"Don't hate me," she said suddenly.

I looked to her, furrowing my brows. "What are you talking about?"

She avoided my gaze and instead swept me off my feet quite literally, taking me by surprise. I wrapped my arms around her neck on instinct, eyes widening as she held me close, bridal-style.

"Wanda, you can't just carry me like this," I said, though I was surprised at how strong she was.

She ignored me and walked out the bedroom before stopping at the fire escape. I gripped her tightly, wondering what the heck was going on. There was a hint of red in her eyes, startling me, before I noticed the two of us rising into the air. Levitation, to be exact.

"Woah!" I shouted, holding her as tightly as I could. "What the hell?! How–?! What–?!"

As she flew us away from our building, there was a red hue floating all around us, like an energy I'd never seen before. Except it seemed familiar... and that's when I put it together.

"You're that Avenger!" I blurted out. "The witch, the one with all the magical powers! You're– you're– Oh my God."

She frowned, eyes darting to mine apologetically. "I know. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

I swallowed hard, fearfully glancing over her shoulder at the clouds interwoven with the tall buildings of New York. Never in a million years did I think I'd be flying amongst them, with an Avenger nonetheless. She'd fought at the battle of New York, I remembered seeing her on the TV. She was dubbed an official Avenger not long after, but then coverage of her went quiet... because she'd moved away. It made so much sense now!

"I knew I recognised you," I said with disbelief, studying her face closely as I now knew who she was.

Her eyes still had a red hue surrounding her irises, matching the energy surrounding us as she flew us to, presumably, the hospital.

"I didn't intend to hide it," she explained guiltily. "I thought you'd figure it out. But then you didn't and it... it just never felt right to bring it up."

I thought back to the random hours she worked, the spontaneity of being called in for her shifts, her whole backstory for crying out loud... how stupid could I be?

"This... this is a conversation we should have," I said, nodding slowly, "but maybe not right now."

"Right, yeah." She nodded in agreement, jaw tensed as she stared ahead. "Just hang on."

–

After getting an x-ray at the hospital, the doctor told me I'd need to go into surgery so they could realign my knee – it wasn't anything concerning, but I wasn't exactly over the moon about it.

I returned to the hospital room to find Wanda had been waiting for me. I'd say I was surprised, but I was more grateful that she stayed. We hadn't had a moment to speak about her whole Avenger situation, and she was oddly quiet about the whole thing, so I decided to ease it into conversation whilst waiting for the doctors to return to prep me for surgery.

"You know, you didn't have to stay," I said to her, watching as she distracted herself with the stuff on the bedside table. "It's only a broken leg."

She stopped whatever she was doing and gave me a knowing look. "It's not only a broken leg. And I just thought you might like the company. Who else is going to make sure you're okay?"

I offered her a small smile. "Thank you. But the surgery is gonna take a while. I'll head home after and catch up with you then."

She seemed against the idea, but said nothing, before resuming whatever she was messing around with. The tissue box, I think.

"So... magic, huh?"

She swallowed visibly. "It's, er, not magic... at least, not exactly."

I hummed in acknowledgement, still adjusting to the fact that she had actual powers. It was amazing and unusual all at once.

"It's okay that you didn't tell me you know," I said gently, making her glance at me. "You apologised earlier. Back when we were–" I breathed out, still in mild disbelief, "–well, flying. You didn't need to. You don't have to be sorry about anything, Wanda."

She frowned. "But I lied to you."

Her Sokovian accent was more noticeable when she was upset, I noted. I wondered if she realised.

"You didn't lie, per say... more like bent the truth," I tried to make her feel better, stifling a laugh. "Either way, it's alright. Well, for me anyway. I don't know if you wanted to tell me or–"

"I did," she cut in with nod, eyes focused on me. "I wanted to."

I hoped she couldn't hear the way my heart rate picked up a little. "Okay, then I don't see a problem. You're still the same Wanda, just with a little something extra, right?"

Her shoulders relaxed and a small smile tugged at her lips. "Right."

I mirrored her expression, holding her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, before tearing away when I heard the doctor enter the room. After prepping me for surgery, I headed off into the operating room and made sure Wanda knew she didn't have to be there when I came back.

They put me under, so I wasn't awake until several hours later when I woke up to horribly bright, fluorescent hospital lighting and the accompanying nasty disinfectant smell filling the room. The first thing I noticed was the giant cast on my leg, followed by the sleeping brunette in the corner of the room that was Wanda. I would have questioned why she was there as my first thought, but I couldn't help but take notice of the lovely room I was in – for starters, it wasn't shared with other patients like I expected.

"Wanda," I called, my voice rough-sounding, but she didn't stir in the slightest.

I chewed on my lip as I found the remote that controlled my bed, using it so I could sit up. I was able to grab the water on my bedside table and take a few sips before calling for her again, sounding a lot better. To my relief, she began to wake up, eyes blinking open and looking around with confusion before realisation crossed her face and she settled on me.

"You're up!" she exclaimed, before a yawn escaped her lips.

"And you're here," I returned, hinting my confusion.

"I told you I was staying," she reminded me, before standing up and approaching my bedside. "Had to make sure you were okay. And obviously to help you home. By taxi, not flying, don't worry."

I smiled at her caring nature, expression softening at how cute she was.

"Also, before you ask," she added, "your hospital bills are taken care of. Hence the room."

I lost my smile, eyebrows raising. "Come again?"

She sat at the edge of my bed, getting comfortable as she looked out the window opposite us. "I didn't want you worrying about it, especially when none of this was your fault, so I called in a favour at the Avenger's compound. Tony owed me."

I almost forgot how to breathe as my eyes widened. "Tony Stark? The Tony Stark? He's paying for my hospital bills?"

She looked to me, a hint of panic in her eyes. "I hope that's okay. I mean, I knew you would say no, but I feel like I should've done something. You've done so much for me and it was only fair."

"I can't believe..." I trailed off, losing track of what I was going to say, still shocked. It made sense with her being an Avenger, but it was still hard to believe.

"You still with me?" she joked, her hand resting on mine.

I cleared my throat, ignoring the warmth from her skin touching mine. "Yeah, sorry. I just– wow. Still digesting is all."

"Don't worry too much about it," she said gently.

I nodded weakly, swallowing hard and avoiding her gaze.

"I should go get the doctor and let her know you're awake," she said, letting go of my hand. "You okay on your own for a minute?"

"Yeah, of course. Thanks."

After a chat with the doctor and an explanation of how everything would play out from here, I was getting ready to leave for home. I got changed out of the annoying hospital gown in the bathroom attached to my hospital room (another perk of Tony Stark paying for my bills – no shared toilet) and was in the middle of adjusting to my crutches in my room when there was a knock on the door.

Wanda and I paused as we looked up, and I was about to say for whoever it was to come in, but the person came in quickly and without waiting. To my bitterness, it was Teddy of all people.

"Oh my god, Y/N, there you are!" he exclaimed upon seeing me. "I got your message, both of them. I was so worried!"

In addition to the message I'd left him when breaking my leg, I also left him another before the surgery to see if he actually cared enough to check in. Clearly not.

I gripped my crutches to get out my frustration. "It took you long enough. I went into surgery five hours ago."

He scratched his head awkwardly. "I was at work."

I rolled my eyes, promising myself I wouldn't snap, but the annoyance of everything happening was building up and I couldn't help but blurt out, "I told you to mop up when you freakin' showered, Teddy!"

"I did!"

"No, you didn't!" I shouted, raising my voice. "If you did, I wouldn't be in this fucking cast!"'

He winced. "Are you, er, sure that it was the water that you slipped on?"

I clenched my jaw, knuckles turning white from how hard I was gripping my crutches. I didn't care that I was temporarily crippled, all I could see was red.

"Am I sure?" I repeated his question, tone laced with anger. "Am I sure?!"

I attempted to lunge forward, but Wanda seemed to know what I was thinking before I did it, holding me back suddenly.

"Y/N, just leave it," she mumbled, eyes meeting mine.

Something about the way she looked at me made my anger temporarily melt away, and I almost forgot why I was mad, until...

"Who are you?" Teddy asked with confusion.

Wanda and I looked to him, figuring he was just being his usual rude self, but he genuinely had no idea who she was as he studied her curiously.

She blinked with disbelief. "Wanda....?"

He waved his hand, motioning for her to say more.

Wanda raised a brow with offence. "Y/N's neighbour...?"

He pursed his lips, eyes squinted with thought.

Wanda almost scoffed. "Really? You got nothing?"

He chewed on his lip, genuinely stumped, and I couldn't help but groan with frustration, earning his attention.

"Of course you don't know who she is!" I glared at him. "You don't listen to a word I say! Not about this, not about mopping the floor–!"

"Y/N, just calm down!" he cut me off, only adding fuel to the fire.

"No," I said sternly, before nodding to the door behind him. "You can leave. You have no need to be here since we're not together anymore."

He raised his eyebrows with shock. "Seriously? You're breaking up with me? For what?"

I breathed out through my nose, genuinely stunned at how I managed to stay with him this long without either losing my mind or killing him. I could swear he wasn't this stupid when I met him.

His eyes fell to Wanda with distaste. "Is it because of her?"

"Did you actually manage to get stupider since this morning?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"Because I totally accepted when you said you were bisexual," he continued, "but I didn't think you'd actually leave me for a woman."

I pressed my lips together, looking to my shoes as I tried to talk myself out of not killing him there and then. The fact that he was blaming the breakup on anyone but himself was disappointing but not surprising.

"Can you leave now?" I finally spoke, looking up to him with expressionless eyes.

His smile of disbelief turned into a scoff as he headed for the door. "Whatever. Your roast lamb is shit anyway."

I scrunched my face together with annoyance, unable to stop myself from yelling, "No it isn't!" as he walked out the door.

Unexpectedly, I saw the familiar red wisps of energy by the door before it suddenly slammed shut, smacking Teddy in the butt and propelling him forward with a start. He turned around to look through the glass, expecting to blame someone, but Wanda and I were nowhere near the door, so he glared our way before storming off.

"Sorry," Wanda said, referring to the door, lowering her hand and red eyes returning to normal. "He's just a real dickhead."

I tried not to laugh as I nodded in agreement, already feeling better. "You're not wrong there..." I sighed, losing my smile as I gave her an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry for everything he said. Again."

Wanda rolled her eyes dismissively, shrugging her shoulders. "You should really stop apologising on his behalf. Especially since he's not your boyfriend anymore."

I relaxed my shoulders, leaning against the bed and looking to the floor. "Yeah, you're right... I just can't believe I put up with him this long."

Wanda didn't respond, but I heard her make a weird noise before she fake-coughed terribly, making me look up. Trying ever-so-hard to suppress a smile, she shook her head apologetically when she realised I noticed.

"Sorry, I– it's not funny," she attempted.

I smiled with amusement. "What?"

She licked her lips, before giving into her smile. "I just– I can't believe it either sometimes."

I breathed out with defeat, my smile turning into laughter alongside her. Eventually, she continued to help me with my crutches before I got the hang of it and the two of us began to leave the hospital. On the way out though, a random thought dawned on me and I stopped walking suddenly.

"What is it?" she asked worriedly.

I looked to her with curiosity. "That guy who stopped by your place a while ago. Your friend. Are you telling me that was–"

"Captain America?" she filled in with an amused smile. "Yeah."

"Woah." I was amazed, eyebrows raised as I let that sink in. I spoke to the Captain America and even implied he was a stalker. Woah.

"Come on, idiot," she laughed before leading me out the hospital, finally.

–

Breaking up with Teddy was long overdue, and whereas I thought I would feel bad for doing so, it was quite the opposite. I felt better, freer, unrestrained by the stupidity that was my ex. It was a few days after leaving the hospital when I found myself sitting on the couch with Wanda. She'd been helping me during my recovery, even though I insisted I was fine alone. She, of course, didn't listen though, and I was secretly glad because it meant I could spend more time with her.

"What about that fork? Can you move that?"

Wanda gave me a knowing look from the other end of the couch, amusement knitted in her smile. "Yes, Y/N."

To prove her point, her eyes glowed red and she flicked her hand, raising the fork on the dining table up in the air before setting it down.

I was amazed. "What about that cushion?"

She stifled a laugh before levitating the cushion between us and setting it down.

"And that book?"

"I have other powers, too, y'know," she pointed out, but levitated the book nonetheless.

I grinned. "Yeah, like flying."

She nodded in agreement. "Yeah, like that..."

And this.

"Woah!" I said with a start, eyebrows raised with surprise. "Did you just– what?!"

She laughed, the sound sending a swirl of butterflies in my stomach. Her eyes sparkled as she met my gaze, amused by my amazement.

"You can speak in my mind?" I asked in bewilderment.

"I can read minds, too," she continued.

"Wow." I breathed out, still not used to her having powers. Suddenly a thought came to mind and I glanced at her. "Have you, er, read my mind?"

"Never," she assured me, before adding with a head tilt, "at least not on purpose. Sometimes, if somebody's thoughts are too loud, I can't help but hear it."

I felt my face heating up as I avoided her eyes. "But my thoughts are quiet... right?"

Every potentially-embarrassing thought I'd ever had, including those I'd had of Wanda, came to mind and I suddenly grew nervous to her answer.

"Er, well, I mean..."

I looked to her when I heard her forming an answer, but the look on her face told me she had heard my thoughts at times and I ran a hand down my face with embarrassment.

"I promise it's never anything embarrassing or anything," she tried to make me feel better.

I groaned quietly, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Hey, I promise," she said with reassurance, before I felt her rest a hand on mine and squeeze it gently.

"What was the last thing you heard?" I asked, trying to veil my curiosity with a shrug.

I felt her gaze on me and looked her way to see green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Mostly you cursing at your ex."

Cracking a smile, I nodded. "Okay, maybe that's fine then..."

Her laughter surrounded us again and she let go of my hand before pulling her legs up on the couch to get comfortable and face me. She watched me with an endearing smile, making me unusually nervous.

"So, what other things can you do with your powers?" I asked, partially curious and partially trying to distract from my nerves.

She studied her right hand, red energy wisps at the tip of her fingers. "I can... I can throw energy balls," she remembered, looking to me before smiling, "but I won't demonstrate that since I'm sure you love your curtains."

"That I do," I said in agreement, leaning on the back cushion with my elbow as I faced her better.

"I can also manipulate thoughts, but once again, I'm sure you won't want a demonstration." She chuckled as she saw my change of expression.

"Yeah, no thank you," I said jokingly.

She pressed her lips together, thinking of what else she could do, but her smile faded into a thin line as a dark thought seemed to cross her mind.

"My brother had powers, too," she said quietly. "Super speed."

Since finding out who she was, I tried to piece together Wanda's background without bringing it up to her for fear it would upset her. It made a lot more sense why she'd moved next door now that I knew who she was, but she hadn't once brought up her family again until, well, until now.

"Pietro," I said, hoping I'd got his name correct. "Right?"

She nodded, lowering her hand and looking to me. "Yeah, that's him... he also had powers. It was actually what got him killed." She barely flinched as she spoke. "He saved someone's life in the battle against Ultron."

I sensed her sadness when her gaze softened as she finished speaking, and my heart ached now that I knew the truth.

"You don't have to tell me, Wanda," I said gently, hoping she didn't feel obligated to.

"No, no...," she shook her head, "it's nice to finally be able to tell you the truth. The whole truth. Not some rendition of it."

I nodded, relaxing under her stare. I was glad, too, to know she trusted me with such sensitive information about her life. It made me feel important, kind of like confirmation that I meant as much to her as she did to me.

"Do you think you're gonna go back to the Avengers tower anytime soon?" I asked. "I know you mentioned living here was temporary, so..."

It was selfish of me to think, but I hoped the answer was no. She hadn't said, but I gathered she hadn't been fulfilling her role as an Avenger as much as she should have been, as she was still on a break from there since grieving for her brother. But she seemed better than she did when she first got here, and if that meant she was going to go back there... I hoped it didn't, selfishly enough. I know the world needed another hero, but, I mean, did they?

"Trying to get rid of me already?" she teased, quirking a brow, making me smile with embarrassment. She noticed and added, "I'm kidding, Y/N. But to answer your question, no, not yet. Maybe not ever. I thought I would be here to get away from them whilst I grieved, but I've come to like it here. It's become my new home. I can still help them and not stay there."

I tried to resist the urge to smile like a weirdo. "Oh, cool. Yeah, I get you."

Calm on the outside, but over the moon on the inside.

"Though I may have to reconsider if my neighbour keeps using me like a carnival attraction," she added playfully.

I laughed, putting my hair behind my ear as I shrugged. "I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's just so cool that you have powers!" She laughed quietly, making my smile widen. I continued without thinking, "Plus, your eyes go this pretty red colour whenever you use them and I just think that's pretty neat."

She rolled her eyes playfully, but I was surprised to see her cheeks turn the colour of said powers. God, she was stunning. I was sure I'd always known that, but maybe I'd never acknowledged the thought. Now though... she was adorable when she bit back a smile and her hazel eyes sparkled with distraction.

Suddenly remembering the beautiful girl before me had the ability to read minds, I cleared my throat and tried to debate whether or not that would be classed as a 'loud' thought. I'd liked to think it wasn't, but now I wasn't so sure... what if this was a loud thought? And she could actually hear everything I was saying about her in my head? Oh, no... I was definitely overthinking this. It was nothing to worry about.

"You okay over there? I can practically read your mind."

I looked up and saw she was teasing again, though now that I knew she had powers, those words carried a double meaning.

"Yeah, yeah, sure you can," I played along dismissively. "Nice try, Wanda."

She shrugged, laughter slipping from her lips. "Okay, whatever you say."

Nah, she was definitely playing me... right?

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

🔪: <3 thanks for all the support so far

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

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Chapter Thirteen

“Kuroo-San I’m very flattered but in reality I’m seeing someone.” You chuckled awkwardly as you both walked to the lounge after today’s game. “Really?! Since when! About a month ago during the black Jackals game you just said you were a single mom!” He exclaimed. “Well..in reality..I’m trying to make amends with the father of my children. We were both dumb and immature but now since we’re older, we can have a decent conversation. And I still have feelings for him in a way and he’s already confessed..so...” you scratched the back on your head. “Have you accepted his confession..?” He asked. “Well..I mean I kind of changed the subject..” you replied awkwardly. “Poor guy..” he put his hand on his chest as if he felt the pain. “Well it’s not right to pressure someone into going on a date with them so I’m sorry. I was out of line. And I hope everything goes well between you and Rintarou.” He said with a soft smile. He patted your head and walked away down the other hall, you just stood there dumbfounded. How does he know Rin is the dad..?

You haven’t checked social media or sports news so you’re not sure if people already know. You made you way into the lounge and opened your small locker. You took out your purse and walked to your car, you tried walking as fast as possible to avoid talking to people and when you were in the comfort of your car you took out your phone.

Your eyes widened at the amount of phone calls and messages Rin sent. You didn’t even have a chance to read the messages since you decided to call back Rin and wonder what is going on. “It’s about time you answer.” He immediately gritted, he obviously sounded pissed. “Excuse me?” You immediately said with such confusion.

Does he seriously think he can get away with talking to you like that?

“I said it’s about time you fucking answered. Why weren’t you answering my calls or messages?” He asked. “I was obviously working.” You said in a duh tone. “Is something wrong?” You asked. “YES something is wrong! My son almost died and I didn’t know what to do!”

Your heart dropped. He almost...died..? “W-wait—“ you shook your head. “What do you mean he almost died?” You asked. “He had an allergy attack and I had to use an epipen. I didn’t know what to do at the hospital. I rarely had any information. You never told me if the kids had insurance or anything.” “Is Rini okay?” You immediately asked. “Yes he’s fine. But you didn—“

“I’m on my way. For the next eight hours, think before you speak, okay? Don’t say anything you’ll regret.” You warned. “Whatever.” He muttered and hung up. Immediately your heart clenched and you threw your phone at the passenger seat. You rubbed your face and leaned forward and gripped the steering wheel.

“What the fuck.” You sighed. Throughout the drive back to Hyogo your hands began shaking thinking about your kids and Rin. The kids went through something traumatic, and you weren’t there to help them or to protect them. What kind of mother are you? You wanted to slap yourself so hard, jump off a cliff. Receive some sort of punishment for being such a stupid mother and trusting Rin with your children.

After a few hours, your makeup needed a touch up, your hair was a mess for running your hands through your hair hoping your son is okay. Your eyes felt droopy. You’ve only slept a good six hours between drives and it’s way past midnight. The sun began to rise and you finally passed the billboard welcoming you to the hyogo prefecture. You went to the hospital Rin said they were at and you quickly parked and made your way inside.

The poor lady in the office seemed startled at your appearance, your clothes were wrinkled, and your shirt was untucked and unbuttoned from the top, you had bags under your eyes, you were a whole mess. When she gave the room number you slipped off your heels and began jogging to your location. The door was opened so you peeked in and saw your daughter playing with her fox plush on the uncomfortable couch chair.

It was like she sensed you so she looked up and you made eye contact with your little girl. Her eyes immediately watered and she hopped off the chair crying. “Mommy!” She sobbed and you immediately bent down to pick her up. You held her close and her grip tightened around your shoulders. “Rini doesn’t feel good..” she mumbled in your ear. “I know baby, I know.” You answered and dropped your heels by the entrance.

You made you way inside and saw Rin hunched over on the bed sleeping. He was holding Rini’s hand who was also asleep. He looked alright and you sighed in relief. “Have you slept, Akira?” You asked and she nodded. “I slept with Rini, but grandma wanted me to go back home with her. But Rini needed me. He’s my twin.” She wiped her eyes and slightly pulled away. You neared the other side of the bed and pulled the lounge chair closer so you can sit. Akira was on your left thigh with her head still on your shoulder. You looked at Rini sleeping and you brushed some hair out of his face. He slowly opened his eyes and he smiled lazily, “I missed you momma..” he mumbled. “I missed you too. I came as fast as I could.” You assured. “I was so scared.” He admitted. “I know..and I’m sorry I wasn’t there to help you.” Your eyes began to water. “Don’t cry mommy.... then I’ll cry..” Rini held your hand with his free hand.

Your wiped under your eyes with the sleeve of your blazer to stop the tears from falling and you smiled again. “Okay I won’t cry.” You said and released a breath. “Can you sing me a song?” Akira asked in your neck, “Yeah I want a song too, please.” Rini pouted and you nodded. They had a favorite song from a certain show that they enjoyed the most. You began to sing softly and Rini squeezed your hand and Akira began to fall asleep again.

I always thought I might be bad

Now I'm sure that it's true

'Cause I think you're so good

And I'm nothing like you

Look at you go

I just adore you

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I'm so special

You saw as Rini’s eyes began to close so he could fall back to sleep, you heard snoring right in your ear and realized Akira knocked out as well. “You have a beautiful voice.” Rin said softly as he rested his head on the side of his arm. “Sorry that I woke you up.” You quickly apologized. “No it’s fine..” he yawned and slowly sat up. He winced slightly, “Damn I need to see a chiropractor.” He muttered and you released a small chuckle. “Me too.” You said.

“So is Rini okay? What happened?” You asked and he sighed and looked into your eyes. “My mom got some burgers from a restaurant where peanut oil is used. She didn’t know Rini was allergic and I didn’t check the bag.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You raised your voice and his eyes widened. “Your mom almost killed our son and you blame me for leaving you without any information?” You asked and he looked down guilty. “She didn’t kn—“

“Of course she doesn’t know because all day she was acting like a conceited bitch instead of being a grandmother to her grandkids. She even called me a whore—“

“No she didn’t.” He immediately interrupted. “She didn’t because you stopped her. But that’s what she thinks right? I model for Hana’s company to support her and to build up my self esteem and now I’m a whore? And you had the audacity to talk to me so rudely when I didn’t do anything. If you’re going to be treating me like that then there’s the fucking door. You understand? Never again will I be disrespected by a man.” You said and he had no words.

“You make it seem like I did it on purpose. I was sleep deprived and scared. I felt like I was going to throw up.” Rin squinted his narrow eyes.

“Do you have any idea what I felt when I got a call eight hours away that my son almost died? Imagine how I feel when he calls out to me and I’m not there. I feel like I failed them as a mom, my chest hurts and I’ve always been there. Always. And now I leave them in your hands and something happens and I can’t get there soon? I almost had a panic attack on the drive!” You exclaimed and he stayed silent. He didn’t want to continue fighting. He’s sure the kids are awake and listening to everything.

“I’m sorry.” He said and looked at his hands. He felt defeated and disappointed. You shouldn’t be so hard on him, it’s been less than a month since he took on this role. “Hey look at me.” You called softly, he looked up and you made eye contact once more. “I’m sorry for going off on you like this, I’m just as upset and afraid as you are and I’m sure you haven’t slept much.”

“I could say the same for you, you look like shit.” He cracked a tiny smile and you rolled your eyes with a giggle. “So did your mom eventually decide to be a grandma or she still hates me so she’s not getting close?” You asked. “She went back home to bring some clothes and then to get us some breakfast. I sent her a screenshot of my notes.” He said and you nodded. You obviously still felt uneasy with her, but they deserve a grandma and if she’s being civil you have no reason to take them away from her.

There was a knock at the door and you and Rin immediately turned your heads. “Oh you must be mom..” the doctor said. “Yeah I’m mom.” You said. She explained that Rini stayed longer than usual because he is a child. After a severe allergic reaction there can be aftershocks hours after the person receives treatment and that can lead to a seizure. She praised Rin for quick thinking and following proper steps to insure his child’s safety.

When the doctor left, Rin’s mom waltzes in and she freezes when she sees you. You take a deep breath and release and decide that it’s best to keep quiet. You wouldn’t want a clique animosity between you and your maybe future mother in law.

“I brought Rini some spare clothes.” She said as she opened Rin’s old gym bag. “He doesn’t own that jacket.” You pointed out. Her face flushed slightly, “I know..but this was Rintarou’s favorite jacket when he was his age..I thought it would be nice to wear. I have a lot of Rin’s old baby and child clothes.” She admitted softly, almost scared that you would snap any minute. And you would, so she was wise to walk on eggshells.

“Okay that’s fine.” You gave in. You helped Rini get dressed while Rin was talking to the doctor and getting ready to check out. You walked barefoot down the hall with your pink heels in your right hand, while Akira held your left hand. Rini was holding hands with Suna and Rin’s mom was holding their stuffed animals. She trailed behind you four and saw how you and Rin swung akira with you arms, her little giggles filled the hall releasing serotonin to the patients and nurses nearby.

“Momma aren’t you gonna put your shoes on?” Rini asked, “My feet hurt and I don’t feel like falling.” “But it’s hot outside, you can burn your feet.” Rin spoke up, “I think I’ll be fine.” You assured. He rolled his eyes and let go of the kids. You were about to step on the asphalt of the parking lot after checking both sides and all of a sudden you’re being knocked back from your legs and carried bridal style. “RINTAROU PUT ME DOWN THIS INSTANT.”

“Nah.”

The kids giggled at their parents funny behavior, you kicked the air and squirmed but his grip tightened. “Do you really wanna get down?” He asked and you said yes. He pretended to drop you and you gripped onto his shirt for dear life and he started laughing. “I swear to God I am going to kick you where the sun doesn’t shine.” You muttered. He finally put you down but you were so distracted you were already at your car.

Karin took the kids to her car since the car seats are in there, so now it’s just you and Rin. “You give me a headache.” You told him. “But you love this headache—“ both your eyes widened and he stopped, “—sorry.” He immediately apologized.

You turned away to yawn and you muttered an it’s okay. He opened the car door for you just like old times, much to your dismay and he closed it when you entered. You put on your seatbelt and he fixed the seat and complained at how tiny you were. He was expecting you to fight back and bicker but you were already asleep.

He leaned forward and fixed your head so you wouldn’t hurt your neck. He started the car and began driving back home. He saw the two empty cups of coffee and some energy bar wrappers on the floor. The phone wasn’t playing any music but the volume was up to 20. You must have been so tired driving all last night and the night before for nine straight hours. No wonder you blasted music to keep you up and drank coffee.

He soon made it home and tried waking you up, but you didn’t budge. Not even shaking you work. You were a muttering unconscious mess when he helped you out and carried you bridal style once again. His mom let him in and he told Akira to unroll the futon in the living room since he couldn’t take you upstairs. He successfully placed you down and helped take of your blazer, he thanked god you were wearing an undershirt thanks to akira checking (no somnophilia shit here atm) and he helped unbutton your dress shirt so you wouldn’t feel hot. He put a light blanket over you. “Can’t believe I have to get you ready for bed like a child.” He muttered with a shake of his head. “Silence bottom, it’s mimi’s time.” You said in your sleep.

The kids ate their breakfast in the car as well as Karin. They were already awake and playing with Chewy outside again. “Mom.” He called, “Yes?” She asked from the kitchen. “Can I borrow your makeup wipes?” He asked. She smiled softly, looking out the window to check on the kids. “Yeah go ahead, they’re in the bathroom.”

Rin came back with the wipes and began wiping the makeup off your face. He didn’t want to press too hard to hurt you. But damn, this makeup was hard to take off. Finally you slept comfortably without makeup, without any interruptions. “Sweet dreams, love.” He smiled and moved the hair away from your face.

He stood up and grabbed the bag with all the kids school stuff and sat in the picnic table outside. “Alright you rascals time for school!” He yelled and the kids yelled an okay and went to join their dad.

“Hey dad..” Rini said. “What’s up?” Rin looked at his son, “I love you a lot. To infinity and beyond. Mama says that’s called unconditional love.” He said and Rin smiled with a nod. “Exactly, and I love you two unconditionally as well.” He said and Akira peered up from her work sheet. “Do you love mom unconditionally?” She asked Rintarou.

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

Fun facts:

Someone asked me to do fun facts and if I had any for future chapters so here I go

The song YN sang is love like you from Steven universe but this is my fav version.

‘Mimi’s�� means sleeping time, Akira didn’t know how to say sleeping when she was a toddler so she would say Mimi’s cuz uncle Oikawa would say “es tiempo de dormir.” Which means ‘it’s time to sleep’. So MIMIS is taken for the ‘mir’ in dormir. (Sorry that was a long explanation) (if you live in a Mexican household then u might usually hear this)

YN drives a Black Honda CR-V (nice mom van) ☺️ while Rin has a White Nissan GT-R but he’s thinking of trading it in for a four door sports car to take the kids and yn along

Rin still has his old black mustang in a garage rental back in Tokyo where he would drive with YN everywhere. He wants to fix it up and gift it to one of his kids when they’re older 🥺

Idk why I’m talking about cars

Rin was a blushing mess when he was getting yn ready for bed and his heart stopped when she snuggled into him

After he admitted he loved YN unconditionally, Akira called him a simp

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where Stiles and Lydia actually get alone time after he and the pack save her from Eichen House.

“Stiles found his eyes drifting closed, unable to resist the pull of sleep any longer. His last thoughts were of the blissful reminder that Lydia Martin was in his arms, alive, and he was never going to let anything else ever hurt her again.”

“Stiles, I’m fine,” Lydia insisted, pushing his hand back only slightly. She held onto it, tight, but she pushed it away from her just enough to show that she could stand on her own. She gave him a smile that actually reached her eyes, the tears in them causing her hazel irises to sparkle. She had been through so much, but she still managed to stand up from the table on her own. “See?”

Stiles wasn’t letting go of her hand, “You don’t need to prove anything, Lyds, someone literally just performed trepanation to your skull,” he breathed out from his mouth, like if he didn’t he might pass out, “it’s okay to need help.”

“Stiles,” she placed a hand on his cheek, rubbing away tears stains with her thumb, “I’m okay, I promise.”

The sheriff had arrived, now talking to Lydia’s mom in the lobby of the clinic. Dr. Deaton and Scott were out there with them, all discussing the events of the night. Stiles was still in shock, he still felt like if he let go of Lydia’s hand it all would have been some big hallucination. It wouldn’t be the first time for him. Lydia could tell how concerned he still was so she nodded and said, “Okay, maybe I’m not a hundred percent.” She leaned on his arm, because in all honesty she really needed the support - she was just stubborn. “But I’m going to be fine, thanks to you.”

He scoffed a little, scratching the back of his neck as he raised his eyebrows in objection, “Lydia, trust me, I participated a pretty small part. Helping you limp out of a few hallways should hardly be categorized under ‘rescuing’.”

“Small?” She tweaked up her left brow, her right staying put. She pursed her lips and asked, “Did you make the plan?”

“Well, yeah,” he said like it was a ‘no duh’ question. He wasn’t wrong. “And it failed, miserably.”

She looked at her hand, as if it wasn’t real, then poked his chest. “Hm,”

He knew what she was doing. He sighed and said, “What?”

“Well, it sure feels like we’re alive,” she poked his cheek, “but if your plan failed, then I guess we must be dead.” She poked his cheek again. He gently grabbed her free hand (the poking one) and cracked a smile, which was her goal all along. He didn’t let go of either hand now, and she didn’t pull them away. She didn’t want to.

“Ha, ha,” he faked a laugh, but he was still smiling down at her, “okay, so maybe like ten percent of the plan worked. The rest was purely winging it, lots of unadulterated luck.” She was still looking at him with pursed lips, which unconsciously made his gaze fall to them. “Lots.”

It got still between them, Lydia realizing what he was staring at, Stiles having trouble looking away. Ever since he found her in Eichen House all he’s wanted to do was kiss her - he knew it was just old feelings being stirred up from the detrimental, gnawing reality of possible death, but he still couldn’t help but just want nothing more than to kiss her. That feeling should have faded - but it was more strong than ever before now. It didn’t help that he was pretty sure Lydia was thinking the exact same thing - she couldn’t be, could she? She was staring at his lips too, wasn’t she? Their eyes met then, and the electricity between them was hard for even a plain old human like him to deny. This was insane, he had to snap out of it. This was purely because life and death put them into survival mode. He tore his eyes from her own - a hand running through his mess of hair.

“Do you uh,” he cleared his throat, his mouth much drier than he expected, “do you need a ride home?”

“Stiles,” she smirked, looking behind her towards the lobby, then back at him, “I think my mom can drive me home.”

“Right! Right, yeah, right, right,” he was chewing on his bottom lip, his eyes staring down at the ground (too afraid to meet her gaze again). However, he still didn’t let go of her hands. He couldn’t. He wouldn't. He finally looked up, “Are you sure?”

“I mean,” she was looking tired again, really really tired. She leaned back into the table and yawned, “I’m highly sure my mom is here, and I’m pretty sure she’ll want to bring me home.”

He let loose one of her hands to help support her from her elbow. “Lyds, I think maybe you should sit back down,”

She nodded, surprisingly not arguing. He led her to a chair this time, rather than struggling to get her up on that table again. She sat down on the cold, black seat and let out a huff. “Who knew screaming could wear out a banshee.” She rested her hand on her fist, eyes closing.

Stiles pushed the hair from her eyes with his thumb, now standing on his knees in front of her. “Lydia?” he shook her knee just a little, “Lyds, remember what Deaton said,” this time he tucked the hair behind her ear since it kept persistently falling back in her eyes. “Can you tell me what he said?”

She smacked her mouth like she was in need of water and she nudged her head a little, an attempt of a nod. With eyes still closed she said, “I should try to stay awake for at least eight hours.”

“Yeah, exactly,” he puffed a soft laugh from his nose, “this doesn’t look a lot like trying to stay awake.”

“What does it look like then?” Her head went from staying up on her fist to finding Stiles’ arm that was lying across the side of the chair and laying her head on it like he was her pillow.

“Well, I’m not an expert, but it looks a lot like sleeping to me.”

“Shhh,” her pale lips pursed again, just to make the noise. God he wanted to kiss her. No, Stiles, snap out of it! You cannot and should not kiss Lydia Martin. “Stiles, I’m trying to sleep, don’t be so loud.”

He knew he needed to keep her awake, but he felt so guilty waking her. She looked so peaceful, and how could he find it in him to ask her (after everything she’d been through) to stay awake?

However, his dad did it for him. He waltzed in the room with his booming voice, announcing both their names as if they wouldn’t respond to just a quiet tap on the shoulder. The sound made Lydia jump up immediately. She grabbed both of his arms with a death grip, nails digging into his forearms with rattled breaths.

“Lyds, it’s okay, it's okay,” Stiles said soothingly, his hands turning up to grab her arms back in any way he could. She looked at the sheriff with wide eyes, then met Stiles' gaze. The fear in her expression melted, and her forehead fell into his. “It’s okay,” he said again, watching as she closed her eyes and slowed her breathing. “I’m right here. I’m not gonna let anything else happen to you, okay?”

She nodded against his head. Stiles reluctantly pulled his head from hers, pried a hand from her tight grasp, and looked at his dad with sigh. “Yeah?”

“Well uh,” he looked a little uncomfortable, his eyes scanning the two of them as if he was trying to put the last pieces of the puzzle together, but they just didn’t fit. He knew they weren’t together, yet he couldn’t help but feel like at this moment, they were. “Well, Lydia’s mother, she’s uh, she’s gonna need to come down to the station. She wants to make a report on Eichen House and she doesn’t seem to want to wait - can’t really say I blame her. She was wondering if you one of us could -”

“I’ll bring her home,” he was holding her hand again now, Lydia squeezing back (tight), “No problem.”

“Alright, sounds good,” he cleared his throat again, his eyes flicking to their joined hands, then back to his son. “Scott ran off somewhere, god knows where, he mumbled something about Liam needin’ him or somethin’ like that. You sure you guys will be okay? I’m sure I can call a deputy down to help -”

“We’re fine, dad,” Stiles cut off his dad’s spiel with a half smile. “We’ll be fine. Lydia’s house is only like 10 minutes down the road.”

“Okay,” he nodded, still looking weary, “well, if you need me son, if you need anything,-”

“You’ll be the first one we call,” he stood up then, helping Lydia to her feet beside him. He wrapped an arm around her waist as she walked, much more steady than before but still weak. They stopped in front of his dad and he softly smiled as he said, “I promise, okay?”

The sheriff nodded, his forehead still frowning, but honestly that was his normal expression now-in-days. He patted his son on the shoulder and said, Alright, well, be safe.”

Stiles gave him a wink and, “Always,” before they made their way out of the clinic and to his jeep. He helped Lydia in the passenger seat first, then he made his way around the car, quickly to his seat before resting his hands on the steering wheel and letting out a long exhale.

“You okay?” Lydia asked him, the tone of concern in her voice. Stiles laughed, looking at her like she just made the funniest joke he’d heard all night (not that he’d heard very many jokes at all all night). She pouted at him, her head pressed against the headrest as she glared, “Why are you laughing?”

“Lydia, you literally almost died today, and you’re asking me if I’m okay.” He shook his head, his eyes on the steering wheel as if the car is supposed to drive itself. “You’re unbelievable.” He meant that in the highest of regards. She thinks.

“Hate to break it to you Stilinski,” she raised her head, trying to reach his eyes, “but you almost died today, too.”

He turned then, locking eyes with her, and his breath hitched in his chest. Her hazel hues glowing in the moonlight, the soft smile on her lips. She looked like death, not that he would ever tell her that, and she still was the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen walk his earth. A sudden flood of love overcame him, which then quickly was partnered with worry. “Are we sure it’s okay to bring you home? Shouldn’t - shouldn’t Deaton want to keep you overnight for observation? Shouldn’t we make sure you’re going to be alright-”

“Stiles,” she grabbed his knee and squeezed. It stilled his bouncing leg, and stilled his racing thoughts. “Take me home,” her mouth curved up just slightly, “please. I just want to go home.”

“Okay,” He nodded and he felt tears pricking his eyes again. Why? Now was not an appropriate time to cry, dear god Stiles - just drive. “Okay.” He shook his head and let out an uneasy breath as he started the ignition, the jeep purring awake. “Let’s get you home.”

He helped Lydia in her room, waited for her as she showered, and now he was wrapping covers around her legs, propping pillows behind her back, and fidgeting around like the world was going to end if he stopped moving for two seconds. He was rambling now, going on about all the things she needed and looking around the room for something to help ease her discomfort. “Stiles,” she said, hoping he’d stop moving like a fly trapped in a jar.

He didn’t hear her. “Do you need anything to eat? No? Drink, maybe? Water? God, I bet you’re freakin’ thirsty -” he looked at her dry lips and ran a hand through his once spiky hair. All the gel had been combed out by his own nervous hands. “When was the last time you had anything to drink? - ya know what, I’m just - I’m just gonna go get you some water.”

Before Lydia could protest, he was gone. She sighed, leaning her head back on the pillows and watching the ceiling. The mistletoe and everything else Deaton did helped, but she could still hear the voices, when there was nothing else to listen to, nothing else to keep her mind off the pain. She closed her eyes, sucked in a breath, then released it only to suddenly hate the idea of sleeping.

“Stiles,” she shouted, the voices slowly getting louder the longer he was gone. What was taking him so long? “Stiles!” She was getting frantic. She started ripping the blankets from her legs, her feet ready to go searching for him, when he came practically falling in the room with a glass of water in his hand.

“What? Are you okay? What happened?” he stumbled at the side of the bed, falling to his knees in an instant. He sat the glass down instinctively and immediately checked her like something was physically wrong - cupping her face with his hand and searching her eyes.

Lydia shook her head, feeling a little guilty, “I’m fine, sorry, I just…” there was no reason to lie, this was Stiles. He’d seen her at her worst and told her she was beautiful for it. “The voices, they just get really loud when it’s quiet.”

“Right, okay,” he licked his lip top lip, then bit down, looking around her room like he would find answers. “Quiet equal bad, we can work with that.”

“Just don’t…” she held onto him tight, like he was her anchor, “don’t leave me again.”

Stiles was giving her that mouth gaped open, nodding like a speechless idiot face. “Uh, yeah, yeah you go it - no more leaving.” Then his eyes caught sight of her nightstand, three DVD’s stacked beside her lamp. “What about a movie then? Yeah? Doctor’s orders?”

Lydia wanted nothing more than to sleep, but she knew sleeping sounded like the scariest thing she would do today. She nodded, realizing then that she was crying - she wasn’t even sure what that started happening. No wonder Stiles acted like her very life was in his hands, she probably looked like a ticking time bomb. She also realized she was holding Stiles’ hand, which she needed to let go of for him to put a movie on.

Stiles put on the movie, one of Lydia’s favorites - he didn’t even have to ask, he just knew the perfect movie she would love. It was her comfort movie, and he knew it. Then he crawled back beside her bed and leaned his body against the side. His face was on the corner of her mattress, watching the previews like he’d never seen the trailer for a chick flick before. He was so exhausted, she could tell he was doing everything in his power to stay awake. She was lying down, curling up as close to him as possible, but she felt cold and alone. Every time she closed her eyes she could see Eichen House, the doctors, the patients, the victims. She could hear the voices seeping into her mind. The only time she remembered being at peace was when she was holding Stiles’ hand. She couldn’t do that very well right now, and if she was honest she didn’t want to just hold his hand.

“Stiles,”

“Hm?” he said sleepily. He nudged his head back, looking at her with all the love he could muster (which was a lot). “Something wrong?”

“No, it’s just… you don’t have to sit on the floor you know.”

He looked so confused, his brows knitting together as he looked at her bed, then back to her eyes. “I don’t?”

“I have a king size bed, Stiles. There’s plenty of room up here for the two of us.”

“Yeah?” she didn’t waver, so he then said, “Yeah, okay, yeah,” he stood up, crawling on the bed from the end, “plenty of room, right? Not like we have to cuddle or something-”

Once he got to the top she pulled on his arm, wrapping it around her waist and snuggling into his embrace as he settled into the bed beside her. Stiles was in shock. He knew this was purely platonic need for physical touch in he midst of a mental and emotional crisis… but he was spooning Lydia Martin, and it was her choice. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

He didn’t know how to answer. He just stammered out, “Sur-sure, yeah,”

“Stiles,” she intertwined her fingers with his and looked back at him with a frown, “Promise me you won’t go anywhere?”

His face relaxed, meeting her eyes like she was the only thing that brought his mind to peace. He could have a thousand thoughts racing at once, but when she looked at him, everything was still. “I’m not going anywhere,” he tightened his arm around her, “I promise.” She smiled at him and kissed his cheek. His eyes fluttered, “What was that for?”

“A thank you,” she turned back towards the movie, snuggling further into his embrace. “For saving me.”

He whispered back, “What else was I gonna do? I couldn’t let you die. I’d lose my freakin’ mind.”

She didn’t answer, she just closed her eyes with a smile on her face. Within minutes she was sound asleep in his arms. He just watched her, terrified about what would happen if he fell asleep too. Someone drilled a hole in her beautiful freakin’ head - that had to be bad for the brain, right? He watched the movie some, but when she’d flinch or squirm his attention immediately went back to her - holding his breath every time until she showed signs of being alright.

It had been so long since he allowed himself to think like this - so long since he’d allowed himself to even consider Lydia as anything but a friend. The thing was, he knew he still was just that for her - just a friend. Stiles was always who she went to when she was hurting, but never who she went to when she was in the mood for a good cuddle or a make-out session. That wasn’t them - he had been friend-zoned far too long now for that.

That didn’t change the fact that he now was realizing something he didn’t want to realize. Through all the years of knowing Lydia, his feelings for her were once shallow, fragile, inexperienced - but now, her laying in his arms after almost dying, he knew what she really meant to her. It killed him that he was allowing himself to think this way, but the thing was he always knew, he just wouldn’t let himself get so far as to put words to it. It hurt too much.

Lydia flinched, Stiles holding just a little tighter, and she relaxed back in his arms. He whispered so quietly, he could hardly hear himself even say it: “I love you, Lydia Martin.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, eyes closed, “I love you, too.” Stiles popped up, his ears having to have played a trick on him. Then in her sleep she mumbled, “No mom, I don’t need another prada bag.”

Stiles laughed to himself and fell into the bed again. The hardest part was knowing tomorrow he’d wake up with Lydia Martin in his arms, and then having to go through the rest of his day acting like it meant nothing to either of them. Like it was nothing to him but pure platonic cuddling, for emotional support only, of course.

Stiles found his eyes drifting closed, unable to resist the pull of sleep any longer. His last thoughts were of the blissful reminder that Lydia Martin was in his arms, alive, and he was never going to let anything else ever hurt her again.

#stydia #stiles x lydia #teen wolf #stydia fanfic #my fic #my stories #just stiles finally getting to breathe #and lydia needing him #it killed me how the next episode after eichen house they act like NOTHING HAPPENED #like what #stiles about lost his shit because lydia almost died and no ones gonna talk about it?#not even scott?#okay fine #so I wrote a fic #and it may not be canon but its canonically still with the story #so i like to think it happened #teen wolf fanfic #my stydia fics

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