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Talk to Me (Part 2)

Part 1 / Part 3 (in progress)

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: (4 months after the first part) You and Loki have grown incredibly close, to the point where you both have feelings for each other but are afraid to admit it. One night, you have a nightmare while staying in Loki's room and he calms you but accidentally shows you his Jotun form in the process, triggering his own insecurities.

Warnings: fire (a small one), panic attack, fear of running a friendship, Loki being insecure about being a frost giant

A/N: Well... here's the second part I didn't plan on making lol @irishhappiness made a comment wondering how Loki would comfort Y/N if she has a nightmare which triggered her powers and then this just sort of happened... also there will now be a third part that I am working on 💚

FyI - I used some of my own experiences with panic attacks for this part, I know they are all different but this is just what they feel like when I have them

It's almost midnight when you finally see Stark Tower and smile knowing you are home, and going to see Loki again. You had both been away on missions for the last week but he texted you that he arrived back hours ago. You text Loki and let him know you'll be landing in a few minutes and Thor nudges your shoulder.

"Texting my brother again?" he asks with a smile.

"Yes," you dramatically hold your phone away from him. "Do you mind?"

He laughs, "Of course not. I'm glad to see you two have grown so close."

When the jet finally lands, you walk down the ramp and see Loki waiting for you near the entrance to the building. Thor waves and Loki rolls his eyes, keeping his hands in his pockets. He is unable to hide his smile when he sees you step out from behind his brother.

"I had a feeling it wasn't me he was waiting for," Thor jokes, looking down at you.

"I'm sure he missed you too," you laugh. Loki, as if to prove he is only there for you, walks past his brother without a word and wraps you in a tight hug. You hug him back, your body relaxing instantly the moment you're in his arms again. "You give the best hugs," you mumble against his chest.

"Does he?" Thor asks and takes a step towards his brother when he finally releases you.

Loki faces Thor and reminds him, "Y/N is still the only person allowed to hug me."

You giggle and hit Loki's arm gently, causing him to look back at you, "Be nice."

"I am being nice," he smirks. "I didn't threaten to stab him if he tries to hug me like last time."

You roll your eyes at him but Thor laughs and pats his younger brother on the back hard before leaving you both for the night. You pick up your bag and walk together towards the Tower, telling Loki the highlights of your time away. When you finish, you ask Loki how his mission was.

"Successful of course," he says proudly then he adds, "I wish we had been assigned together. You are far better company than the Captain and Stark. Plus, then I would not have had to miss you."

You giggle and try to hide the blush that creeps up your cheeks at his words. You would have preferred Loki was your partner on your last mission as well, or all of your missions for that matter.

"You should probably head to bed," Loki suggests when you reach the elevators even though the last thing he wants to do is say goodnight to you already.

"Or we could watch the last episode of that show you insist you hate," you offer hopefully. You didn't want to admit you were exhausted, you just needed to spend a little time with him.

He chuckles, "We could do that."

You sit next to Loki on the couch and try to focus on the show but you're finding it difficult. Not only are you fighting to stay awake but Loki is also sitting closer to you then he ever has before. When you first started this show a few months ago, he would sit at the other end of the couch, placing a collection of snacks between the two of you. Over the course of the series, he had gradually started sitting closer and closer to you. You weren't sure if he was doing it on purpose or not but it wasn't something you were going to complain about. Tonight, there is no space left between you, your shoulders touch and his leg rests against yours comfortably.

All you want is to lean into him and feel his arm around you but you don't move. He really has gotten good at giving hugs and you've decided that means he is also very good at cuddling. It is a theory you want to test but your friendship is too important for you to risk it. He is still in such need of a friend and you have to put that first.

You almost make it to the end of the hour long show, but not quite. Your head nods and comes to rest lightly on Loki's shoulder as you finally lose the battle to stay awake. He looks over and smiles when he feels you shift. He could tell you were too tired to watch the show but there was no chance he was going to turn down spending even a minute with you.

He runs his fingers slowly through your hair and you smile in your sleep. You nuzzle against him and he wishes he could hold you the whole night. He knows he can't though, you are simply friends. He sighs, wondering if this is as close as he will ever get to falling asleep with you and places a soft kiss on the top of your head. His heart skips a beat when you respond by mumbling his name in your sleep. Carefully he gets up from the couch and helps you lay down on the pillow he conjured. He waves his hand again and covers you with the softest blanket he can create.

He stands over you for a moment, taking in how cute and peaceful you look curled up under the blanket. He whispers, "Sleep well, darling," then goes into his room.

Loki lays in his bed but finds himself unable to get close to sleep. He wishes he could pick you up and bring you into his bed so he could keep you close. He has never missed anyone the way he misses you, he has never had a person in his life like you before.

When he was a child, it seemed as if he had dozens of friends but they weren't really his. They were Thor's friends and he simply inserted himself in their games. As he grew older, he found it harder and harder to relate to his peers and they slowly distanced themselves from him.

You are the only person who has ever chosen him over Thor or anyone else for that matter. He knew he was truly your first choice when he was the one you came to two months ago when you became an aunt in the middle of the night. He could barely believe the fact that he was the person you wanted to share one of your happiest moments with. He sat with you for over an hour, looking at the same ten pictures of the little new born but he would have done it all night if it meant he could see you smile and listen to you laugh.

He groans and puts his hand over his eyes, there is no doubt in his mind that he is your closest friend and you are his. He can talk to you about anything but the one thing he cannot bring himself to tell you is that he wants to be more than your friend.

Loki's eyes finally close but only moments later he sits up, his body rigid with fear as you scream. He throws off his blankets and runs into the living area.

"Y/N," he says your name in a panic, his heart pounding in his chest at the sight in front of him. You are sitting up on his couch, looking at the blanket he placed over you which is fully engulfed in flames. You hold your hand shakily over the fire but you can't pull the flames back, you are still too frantic from your nightmare to control your powers.

Loki instantly drops his illusion and waves his hands towards you as he comes to your side. The icy air covers the blanket and quickly smothers the fire. You kick off the charred blanket and pull your legs up to your chest, lowering your head on your knees as you breath heavily.

"Are you okay?" he asks, putting his arm around you as he sits on the singed couch. You shake your head no. "What do you need?" he asks but you don't respond.

You squeeze your hands shut tightly to stop them from trembling and look up towards Loki's voice but you are lightheaded and the quick movement makes you dizzy. You know he asked you something but his voice seems far away as does the rest of the room. You can no longer feel the couch you are sitting on or the floor under your feet, you are vaguely aware that you are disassociating but there is nothing you can do to stop it. Your heart pounds faster in your chest and you fear it may never slow down again.

Loki takes your hand and pulls you up from the couch when you don't answer him. He sits on the floor with his back against the couch and guides you down so you are sitting directly in front of him with your back flush to his chest. He takes your hands in his and let's out a quiet gasp of pain when sparks erupt from your fingers.

"Y/N," he whispers in your ear. You mumble his name in return and he asks, "Can you name five things you can see?"

"What?" you ask, confused by the random question. His cool fingers interlace with yours and small clouds of icy air calm the flames that are rise from your hands.

"Tell me five things you can see," he repeats in a low voice.

You try to focus on answering him. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears as you look around the far off living room. Slowly, you list five objects.

"Good, now can you tell me four things you can touch?" he asks quietly.

Your breathing is still ragged as your chest tightens but you push yourself to think about Loki's second question. You take a breath then look around to find the first three objects. "And I can feel your hands," you give Loki your fourth answer, his fingers squeeze your hand gently. As you say each item, you can almost feel the room shrinking to a less distorted size.

"How about three things you can hear?" he asks.

"My breathing," you turn to rest the side of your head on his chest, "Your heart beat and your voice," the answers come quicker now.

"Two things you can smell?" Loki asks, you finally register how worried his voice sounds.

"My shampoo," you answer, suddenly remembering when Loki told you he loved the way your shampoo smelled. You bought four more bottles of the fruit scented soap that weekend. "And your cologne," you tell him, a smile crosses your lips when you inhale deeply and breath in your favorite smell.

"You're doing so well, I just need you to tell me one thing you can taste now," he says.

"Do the apples on your dining table count?" you ask him as your eyes scan his apartment.

"If you think they do, they count," he responds and you nod that they should count. "How do you feel?" he asks after a moment.

"Better," you realize suddenly. Your heart rate feels normal, even your breathing is steady and easy. You are no longer lightheaded and feel as if everything around you is real and not distorted. You ask, "How did you know how to do that?"

"I read that it was a popular grounding technique," he explains. "I looked into ways to help you after you told me your nightmares sometimes triggered panic attacks."

You smile at the effort he had gone through to make sure he could help you, "Thank you Loki." You feel safe and comfortable pressed against Loki and look down, feeling your hands still in his hands. Loki's skin is a deep shade of blue and it takes you a moment to realize why. You shift to face him, his crimson eyes fixed on yours and he smiles. "Is this your Jotun form?" you ask, touching the ridges on his cheek with your fingertips lightly.

His smile vanishes and he immediately shifts back into his Asgardian form, pulling his fingers free from your other hand. "I'm sorry," he says nervously as he gets up and walks away from you.

He sighs, "I did promise that, didn't I?"

"For what?" you ask getting up but he ignores you. "Wait, Loki," you call as he heads towards his bedroom and pauses under the door frame. You walk towards him and say, "Please don't do that. Don't shut me out." You slip your hand into his and he looks at you. "You promised you would talk to me, remember?"

You nod and try to smile, hoping he will open up to you. You are always worried Loki will retreat behind the walls you've worked so hard to break down.

A small smile tugs at his lips and he says, "I don't know what I did to deserve such a fiercely devoted friend."

You shrug and hold your forced smile as you feel a twinge of pain in your chest when he refers to you simply as his friend.

"We will talk in the morning, I promise," he says as he moves to pull you into a hug. "You need to rest."

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Some Things Are Meant to Be - Part 3

She freezes at the sound of the voice she hadn’t heard in years, her shoulders tight as she turns, her jaw clenched as their eyes meet, a face she hadn’t seen in two decades staring right back at her.

A sequel to Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too

Part 3/3

Part 1 -x- Part 2

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Hi friends,

Sorry for the slight wait on the final part of this!

I really hope you like this...there are a LOT of mommy issues because I got carried away as usual.

Please let me know what you think <3

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Words: 3.9k

Warnings: None

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

It feels like she’s stepped back in time.

The house looks the same, as if it hadn’t been 20 years since she’d last been here. She’d never liked being here. It had never felt like home even though it was the closest she’d ever had to one before she lived with Aaron. It was the ‘home base’, the place where she and her parents would come back to after months away, usually only for a month or two at most. It was a house, but it had never been a home.

She hated it. Hated what it represented, what she could have had if her parents were different. What she was giving her girls and what she’d spend her entire life protecting so they knew they were loved.

She blows out a shuddering breath and she jumps a little when she feels Aaron wrap his hand around hers. Her smile falters when she turns to look at him, a shake to it that he wasn’t used to.

“We can just go home,” he offers, lifting their joint hands and pressing a kiss to her knuckles, “We can just turn around and go home, pretend this never happened.”

She loves him for suggesting it, for loving her enough to suggest it. She leans in and stamps a kiss on his lips, lingering for a moment before she rests her forehead against his, “That’s sweet but I have to know what they want.”

He knew her well enough to know it would drive her crazy if she never found out, if she simply ignored the email her mother had sent a week ago. It already had been driving her crazy. She hadn’t been herself this week, had been more irritable than usual - short-tempered with anyone other than him and the girls. He knew the girls had noticed it too. Evelyn was on her best behaviour, any usual teenage angst nowhere to be found, concern in her dark eyes whenever she looked at her mother. Hazel and Mae understood less of what was going on, but they were sticking closer to Emily even more than usual, demanding her love and attention at any given moment.

Emily hesitates as she reaches for the doorbell, blowing out a steady breath before she presses it. Aaron watches as her armour goes up. Thick, almost impenetrable walls he hadn’t seen in years as a fake smile spreads across her face when the front door opens. It’s the version of her he met all those years ago.

The version he’d fallen in love with in this very house.

“Miss Emily,” the housekeeper says as she smiles, pulling the door open so they can step into the house, “It’s been a long time.”

“Hi Vanessa,” she says, smiling tightly, “It’s nice to see you,” she adds, looking around the foyer, wondering how nothing had changed, “Are they…”

“The ambassadors are in the formal living room,” Vanessa says, her smile getting slightly brighter when she looks at Aaron, an edge of I knew it curved into its corners, “Nice to see you again Agent Hotchner.”

Aaron clears his throat, hiding a smile he worries isn’t appropriate, and nods, “You too, Vanessa.”

Vanessa waves them through and Emily blows out a slow breath as they walk slowly through the house. She squeezes her husband's hand and lowers her voice, purposely talking quietly so they aren’t overheard.

“Is it just me or does it seem exactly the same?”

“Not just you, sweetheart,” he assures her, “It’s like a time capsule,” he says, winking at her when he turns to look at her, desperate to try to ease some of the tension he can sense in her, “Might even find our old make-out spots.”

She chuckles and smiles gratefully at him but any further conversation is cut off as they walk into the living room. For a moment she doesn’t feel like the confident 43-year-old she is, instead she feels like she’s 23 again and just about to be cut off by the people sitting in front of her.

“Mom,” she says, briefly looking at her mother before she looks at her father. John Prentiss hadn’t aged as well as Elizabeth had, and it made Emily realise just how much of each other's lives they’d missed. “Dad.”

She sits down before either one of them can attempt to hug her, the forced nature of it too much for her to handle. Aaron follows her lead and sits next to her, his thigh pressed against hers as their joint hands fall into her lap.

“I wasn’t expecting you to have company.”

Emily narrows her eyes at her mother and swallows thickly, “Aaron is my husband,” she says, her gaze unrelenting, “He has been for a long time.”

“How long have you been married?” John asks, genuine interest in his voice that Emily doesn’t think he deserves.

“17 years,” Aaron answers when she doesn’t, his grip on her hand firm as she looks at the ground, her stomach bubbling over with anxiety and anger she can’t control.

“That’s a long-”

“Why are we here?” Emily asks, her head snapping up as she looks at them, “You want something. You didn’t ask me to come here just to pass the time of day,” she says, staring them down, “What do you want?”

Elizabeth and John look at each other and Emily watches as they have a silent conversation. She’d sat opposite them countless times before in moments like this when she’d been in trouble as a child or as a teenager. Eventually, they turn to look at her, and Elizabeth folds her hands in her lap.

“It’s about your daughter.”

Emily sighs and closes her eyes, shaking her head as she bites back a knowing laugh. “Which one?” She gets a sense of satisfaction at the shock that crosses over both of her parent’s faces when she asks the question she already knows the answer to, “We have three.”

She watches as her mother controls her reaction, her lips pressed together before she continues, the tension in the room increasing with each passing second.

“Obviously, we mean the one I saw you with since we didn’t know you had more than one,” she says tightly, “I asked around,” Elizabeth says, a smile that had a little too much pride in it for Emily’s liking spreading across her face, “Evelyn apparently shows a real aptitude for politics. Given our connections, we could help her get ahead. She may not have the Prentiss name but she has the talent.”

It’s exactly why Emily thought her mother had reached out to her, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. The confirmation stinging deep in her gut as she realises neither of her parents had even asked about their other granddaughters. They hadn’t sought out any other information beyond the fact they existed. She chokes on a humourless laugh and shakes her head as she stands up, turning her back on her parents for a moment as she takes a breath. Aaron reaches for her hand and she squeezes it before she turns back.

“Hazel and Mae.”

Elizabeth frowns at her, “What-”

“Our other kids,” she says, staring at them, 20 years of pent-up fury coming to a boil in her stomach, “Their names are Hazel and Mae. Not that you asked. But those are their names.”

John sighs, “Emily, wait a second-”

“Hazel is so good at drawing. She has been ever since she could pick up a crayon,” she says, cutting her father off, her hand tight around Aaron’s who is now also standing next to her, “She’s 10. It’s crazy how good she is, and a little scary because I look at the stuff she brings home from school and I can only imagine what she’ll be capable of when she’s older,” she adds, unable to stop now she’d started, wanting them to feel nothing other than shame that they’d missed out on everything because of their own short-sightedness, “And Mae, she’s 5 and she’s so caring. If any of the other kids fall over at recess she’s there with them before the teacher is, trying to cheer them up and make them feel better,” her chest heaves and she shakes her head, “Do they deserve your attention too? Or is your desire to know Evelyn borne out of nothing more than the fact she’s what you wish I’d been.”

“Emily, you’re being sensitive-”

“I’m not…I’m not doing this. You are not doing this. We can all go back to the way things were a week ago,” Emily says, shaking her head, “I am not letting you have anything to do with them.”

Elizabeth sighs and shakes her head, “First you walk away from all the opportunities we could have given you for a man,” she says, her eyes flicking to Aaron, “And now you’re refusing to allow your own daughter to have them because of your own stubbornness.”

Aaron feels a wave of protectiveness wash over him, pushing him forward as he stands in front of his wife, his jaw tight, “You can’t talk to her like that.”

“Aaron,” Emily says, placing her hand on his chest, shaking her head ever so slightly so only he can see, “It’s okay,” she waits for him to nod, although he doesn’t step back, and then she turns back to Elizabeth, “I am making the decision I think is right for my daughter. If she wants to do anything different when she turns 18 that’s her call, but for now, I get to decide what I protect her from - and that includes you.”

John scoffs and shakes his head, “20 years and you haven’t changed a bit.”

“I have changed, Dad,” she says, pressing her lips together, “I am an excellent FBI agent. I am a wife and a mother and I like to think I’m pretty good at that too,” she bites the inside of her cheek, unsure whether to say what she wants to next, but deciding that she should, well aware this would likely be the last time she’d speak to them if she had anything to do with it, “And for the record, I didn’t walk away for a man. I did it for me. That would have been true whether Aaron and I worked out or not,” she swallows thickly and turns to look at Aaron, “We should go.”

Elizabeth stands up, “Now, Emily, we just want a moment to discuss this.”

She looks back at her mother and shakes her head, “You’re about 20 years too late to discuss my life with me,” she looks at Aaron again, “Can we go?”

He nods and places his hand on her lower back as he starts to lead her out of the house. He casts a glance back over his shoulder at his in-laws, the people who had deemed him not good enough for the woman he loved, and he throws them a small nod, something he hopes they take as an assurance he’d look after her. Just like he always had.

Emily doesn’t say anything as they get in the car, her jaw clenched and tight as she clips her seatbelt into place. He reaches over the centre console and places his hand on her knee, squeezing tightly.

“Em-”

“They didn’t even really want to see me,” she says, shaking her head as she wipes a tear from her cheek, “If I’d walked into her alone…” she drifts off and clears her throat as she looks out of the window, “Can we just go home, please?”

He stares at her side profile for a moment and he leans in and kisses her temple before he starts the engine, “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

___

December 1999

Emily hums a nursery rhyme as she paces the living room, her lips against her daughter’s forehead as she tries to get her off to sleep. She groans as she tilts her head to look at Evelyn and sees she’s still awake, the four-week-olds dark eyes still wide open as she snuggles against her mother’s chest.

“Come on, sweet girl,” she says, rubbing circles on the baby’s back, “Please go to sleep.”

“She wants to see in the new millennium.”

She smiles as she turns to look at her husband, raising an eyebrow as he walks towards them, placing a bottle of sparkling cider and two champagne flutes on the coffee table as he makes it to their side. The television was on, but the sound was off, the celebrations in Times Square up on the screen for them to barely pay attention to.

“You can drink actual champagne, you know,” she says, stamping her lips against his before she can continue to pace, knowing Evelyn would never fall asleep if she stood still for too long, “Just because I’m Evie’s personal dairy cow doesn’t mean you can’t ring in the new year without real alcohol.”

“It wouldn’t feel right, sweetheart,” he says, leaning back against the couch, his arms crossed as he watches his two favourite people in the world, “Plus, I think I can still feel last year's hangover.”

She laughs, something she has to hold back when she remembers she still has her daughter resisting sleep on her chest. They’d spent last New Year out with their friends, drunk a lot of champagne and then came home and had a lot of sex.

Sex that she is almost positive led to the tiny baby in her arms.

“Same,” she says, resting her cheek on top of Evelyn’s head, “It had the best outcome though.”

He walks over and wraps his arms around them both, “The absolute best,” he says, kissing her forehead, “Want me to take her for a while?”

Emily nods and kisses Evelyn’s head before she lets him take her out of her arms, overcome with the usual mix of joy at seeing them together and the desire to snatch her baby back into her embrace. Moments like this inevitably made her think of her parents. She tried to imagine them in the early stages of parenthood, of the long seemingly endless days of having a newborn. She wished she could picture them like this, trading off holding her as they tried to get her off to sleep late at night, but she couldn’t.

She thought she’d miss them. That the six years she’d gone without having her parents in her life would disappear and she’d suddenly feel like she was right at the start again, that being a new parent would unlock some deep-seated, primal, need in her to have them back.

But it hadn’t. Her family was small, just the three of them for now, but she loved it. She didn’t feel like she was missing anything.

“There we go,” Aaron says, his voice soft as he pulls her out of her train of thought, a smile on his face that edged on smug as he turns to show her that Evelyn is fast asleep.

“Daddy’s girl,” Emily scoffs, although they both know there is no malice behind it, and she walks over stroking her knuckles down her daughter’s soft cheek, her breath catching in her chest as she does so. “She’s so perfect,” she says, her eyes filling with tears she still wasn’t used to as she looks up at him, “How did we make something so perfect?”

Aaron smiles and adjusts his hold on Evelyn and wraps his arm around his wife, pulling her close and kissing her temple, “Because you’re perfect.”

She chuckles and shakes her head, pressing her face into his shoulder as she turns to look at Evelyn, “Daddy is ridiculous, sweet girl,” she says quietly, not wanting to wake her, “But we love him anyway.” She teases, and he shakes his head and looks at the television and sees the ball drop and he encourages Emily to look. They both smile and she leans in to kiss him, “Happy New Year, honey.”

He smiles as he pulls back, “Happy New Year.”

___

The girls are all over her when they get home.

Hazel brings her a drawing she’s done, a proud smile on her face as she climbs in her lap as Emily looks over it. She holds the 10-year-old close as she points out who is who in the family portrait she’d drawn, although it’s clear enough that Emily doesn’t need the direction. She already knows she’s going to take it to work and frame it, place it on her desk to look at it every time she has a hard day and needs reminding of all the good things she had in the world.

Mae sticks close by too, glued to her mother’s side until Aaron takes her to bed, her small hands on Emily’s cheeks as she pokes at her dimples to make her smile. Emily can hear her giggling upstairs, and she knows there is no doubt that the 5-year-old is conning Aaron into at least one bedtime story.

She sighs to herself and she’s just about to go to the kitchen, a bottle of wine in the fridge with her name on it, but she’s stopped as Evelyn walks into the living room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

“Are you okay Evie?”

The teenager shrugs and then sighs when Emily pats the couch cushion next to her. She walks over and flops down onto the couch, her legs tucked under herself as she faces Emily.

“Did you go and see your mom and dad today?”

Emily’s eyebrow shoot up her face before she can stop them and she chokes on a laugh at the unexpected question. She loved that her daughters were smart, that they’d always been ahead of the curve when it came to their peers, but for once, just once, she wished Evelyn wasn’t as perceptive.

“Why…” she clears her throat, “Why do you think we did that?”

Evelyn rolls her eyes, “Because we walked into your mom a week ago and you’ve been acting all weird ever since,” she says, twisting some of her hair in between her fingers, “And you seem…I don’t know…sad.”

Emily sighs and she reaches out to place her hand on Evelyn’s arm. She never lied to her daughters, not beyond the Santa Claus or Tooth Fairy lies every parent told, and she wasn’t going to start now.

“Yes,” she says, squeezing her daughter’s arm, “We went to see them.”

The corner of Evelyn’s lips twitch, a sarcastic smile Aaron said was all her looking back at her, “I’m guessing because of the pizza we had for dinner and Dad’s over-the-top enthusiasm for helping with Mae’s bedtime it didn’t exactly go well?”

She laughs and nods her head, “Yeah, it didn’t go well.”

“I looked them up,” Evelyn says, taking Emily by surprise again, her lips pressed together as their eyes meet, “A long time ago at school. I knew they were a big deal but…wow.”

Emily’s confidence in her earlier decision wavers, a moment of doubt washing over her like ice water as she blows out a shaky breath, “Would you…” she swallows thickly, “Would you want to get to know them?”

“Oh god no,” she replies, shaking her head fiercely, smiling when Emily looks surprised. She shifts closer and tucks herself under Emily’s arm, resting her head against her chest, “I know you’ve always talked around it, but I know enough to know it has something to do with Dad.”

Emily runs her fingers through Evelyn’s hair, enjoying the closeness from her eldest, “What does honey?”

“Why you don’t speak to them,” she says, tilting her head to look up at her, “And Dad might be embarrassing as hell and the worst school trip chaperone of all time,” they both smile and Emily reaches out to tuck some hair behind Evelyn’s ear, “But he’s Dad. And you two are disgustingly in love after all this time, and I’m half him. What if they don’t like the half of me that's him?”

Emily hums and tugs Evelyn back into her chest, resting her cheek on top of her head, “It’s more likely the part of you that’s me they’d have the biggest problem with.”

Evelyn settles in closer to Emily’s embrace and sighs, “I can stop,” she says, looking up at her again, an earnest look in her eyes, “If it means we’re less likely to bump into them or whatever, I can stop student government.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Emily says, sitting up so she can cup Evelyn’s cheek, tears pressing at the back of her eyes that she refuses to shed, her daughter’s kindness healing any wounds that her parent’s lack of interest in her had created, “I would never ask you to do that.”

Evelyn frowns, “I don’t want to do anything that makes you sad.”

She leans forward and kisses her daughter’s forehead and then tugs her into a hug, smiling into her little girl’s hair as she returns it just as fiercely, “You never could, honey. I am so proud of you,” she says, pulling back to look at her, “And I want you to be whoever you want to be.”

She hears a throat clearing in the doorway and she smiles as she looks over and sees her husband, the adoring look on his face letting her know just how much he’d overheard.

“I was thinking we could watch one of those shows you two like,” he says as he leans against the door frame, “One of those where the women all yell at each other in whatever restaurant they happen to be in.”

Evenlyn beams at him and jumps up off the couch, “There is a new episode of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills,” she says, briefly hugging Aaron before she leaves the room, “I’ll get the snacks.”

“There are peanut butter cups in the back of the pantry,” he calls after her, smiling when she waves her hand at him over her shoulder. He waits until she’s out of view and then walks over to the couch, sitting next to his wife and wrapping his arm around her, “It feels stupid asking, but are you okay?”

She blows out a breath as she sinks into his side, her head on his shoulder as he pulls her impossibly closer. She tilts her head to look at him, and her smile shakes a little. She knew it would take a while before she felt like she was on even footing again, and that she’d hold her breath, anticipating that she was going to walk into one of her parents every time she’d turn a corner.

In some ways, it felt like she was right back at the start but she knew she wasn’t. She wasn’t 23 and unsure of where her relationship could end up, she knew she would have Aaron by her side no matter what. She hadn’t walked away from her family, she had one of her own. A family stitched together with love and joy, not unfulfilled expectations and half-truths.

She nods and leans in to kiss him, making sure it’s quick because she can hear Evelyn walking back towards them, her feet thumping against the hardwood floor.

“I will be.”

-x-

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sukunaswifeeeey · 9 hours

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RACE AGAINST TIME PART 1

AU toxic geto x f!reader

Synopsis: You have been in a relationship with geto for 2 years now. Everything was perfect up untill the last couple months, and you decide you deserve better. But expressing this to geto doesn’t end well…

Warnings: Toxic relationship, controlling relationship, speeding, manipulation, some violence.

Geto was the typical fuckboy, the type of man you usually strayed away from. He was covered in tattoos and you never saw him without a cigarette in his mouth. But the more you talked to him, the more you found out how much alike you to where. And thats where it all started.

The first year and a half with geto was like heaven.He was always showering you was expensive gifts, paying for your beauty treatments and being your personal uber. driver.But the more the time went on you noticed some strange behaviours, he would never let you leave the house with what he deemed inappropriate for his one and only girlfriend to be wearing. Or when you would tell him you was going out with some of your girl’s friends. His reaction would be throwing things about in your apartment, shouting thousands of insults at you. Then turning the complete opposite, like a light switch had switched off. He would start crying, getting down on his knees, begging you to not go and spend all your time with him.This would make you stuck at home, not being able to meet your friends because you didn’t want to leave your boyfriend in a state of paranoia and stress. And in result of this you lost a handful of friends.

Before you started dating him you never deemed him to be the insecure type, but enough is enough. The bad overweights the good and you have decided to break up with geto.

You still had alot of love for geto, don’t get things twisted. But you knew things weren’t normal, like when you would see some of your remaining friends in healthy relationships, where they could do anything they wanted without a man behind them controlling every move they made.It made you envy them for what they had.

You had been planning to break up with him for quite some time now but you knew it wouldn’t be easy if he would break with little things. You couldn’t put yourself in a dangerous position.

You called geto to pick you up from your hair appointment that you had scheduled a couple weeks ago, even then you had to give him extra reassurance that you wasn’t going out and cheating on him.

When he arrived you hopped in the car and from his facial expression you knew something was wrong with him. You tried to give a kiss on the cheek but he shoved you away “Whats wrong with you today geto?” You rolled your eyes and you shut the car door and put your seatbelt on. He starts the car and starts driving without saying a word to you, it was a normal occurrence that when something was going wrong in getos life he would take it out on you. And today was one of those days. You was so sick and tried of this behaviour and just wanted one day to feel like you wasn’t walking on eggshells.

“Geto thats enough, if your not going to acknowledge me I’m getting out of this car.” That didn’t seem to phrase geto as he started stepping on the gas. “Geto unlock the door, im getting out, id rather take a uber than be in the car with you.” It seemed like the more you spoke to him, the more he starting speeding up the car. You tried opening the car door, but it wouldnt budge and you started getting more worried as the car wouldnt stop slowing down. You was manically tugging on the cars handle, but to no avail it didnt open. “GETO STOP THE CAR!”

By the time he stopped the car, you already arrived at your apartment. He unlocked the car doors and you got out, this was the final straw for you and it was now or never. “I’m breaking up with you”

Geto couldn’t believe what he was hearing, you breaking… he didn’t even want to finish the sentence in his head. That day could never come, and never will. “Now, y/n you know that will never happen right?” You almost felt bad for him, at the level of delusion he was. After the stunt he just pulled when you thought you was going to lose your life in a car crash, for no apparent reason. Yeah he must be very delusional if he thinks that, that day will never come.

“Well it is geto, because im doing it now. Im breaking up with you.” There was no other words that needed to be said, you made your decision and you was going to stick it to.

Until when you started walking away, you felt a pair of large hands rap around your body. His neck bending down, so he could rest his face in the crook of your neck.

“Did you think it would be that easy y/n?”

To be continued…

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neodarkdark · 1 year

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I had been dreading the last 2 weeks for a while, they're over now, so I hope to get back to Feeling Normal again so I can do more stuff

#certain times of the year approach and i think i just enter some kind of a fever dream state. what happened during that time #2 weeks ago feels like 2 months ago already #who opened the box (ooc)

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captainimprobable · 3 months

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Look at my puppy. You have no choice.

#This was a week ago and hes already 6 pounds heavier #anyway his name is razcal and hes a lab/husky mix #im obsessed with him #jaytp #hes almost 3 months old we got him 2 weeks ago and it feels like hes always been here

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lecliss · 2 months

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I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

#once again i jest but now i have to actually talk about it #like. okay we have no proof of any actual timeline for the dirge flashbacks other than. it was at least 30 years ago #so who knows how long they were at the manor. could have been weeks before The Incident. or months. or maybe a full year! who knows #but to me a timeline of like. they fucked and like a week later vincent found The Evidence and lucercia had her little breakdown #AND THEN EXTREMELY QUICKLY SHE AGREED TO THE EXPERIMENT AND IT COULD GO ONE OF TWO WAYS #1. she knew she was pregnant and thats why she agreed to the experiment cuz there was already a usable subject #and therefore she must have fucked hojo like a week after she fucked vincent AND THATS STUPID FAST FOR THESE EVENTS #or 2. she didnt know. agreed to the experiment. fucked hojo. and therefore thought seph was hojo's and NOT vincent's #AND BY THE WAY. i dont even actually believe hojo fucked either!!! cuz theyre both scientists so why wouldnt they think IVF was the best way #okay. well.... hojo is canonically a fucked up little freak. so. he might have taken the opportunity to... get in there.#also when did ivf even start being a thing? cuz that may play a factor into this if nomura even considered that #well either way lets just unfortunately assume hojo got in there #ITS STILL AN ODDLY FAST TIMELINE #also. fuck man doesnt lucrecia have a later line in dirge where she actually says shes in love with hojo? or something along those lines #IMPLYING ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE SHE HAD THE FALLING OUT WITH VINCENT. YOU WOULDNT FUCK THE GUY AFTER ALL THAT SHIT #AND WHILE CLAIMING TO LOVE/CURRENTLY FALLING IN LOVE WITH HOJO!!!! LIKE CMON MAN!!!! SHE SUCKS BUT SHES NOT THAT KIND OF A MESS #i dont think vincent would fuck her until they sorted out their issues anyway and that CLEARLY didnt happen.#its VITAL that that did not happen!!!!#its just. if vincent and lucrecia fucked. everything would have had to happen EXTREMELY fast within like a 2 week timespan #and im just talking about up to when vincent learns shes partaking in the experiment. it was probably another week or two until vincent died #SO. logically it must have been like #fall in love->learn about the gimoire incident->refuse to speak to vincent->get obsessed with hojo->fall in love(?)#and then thats where i think its ambiguous on did the experiment become an idea before or after seph started to exist?#like chicken or the egg ya know. experiment idea or sephiroth zygote?#that feels fucked up to say. im so fucking sorry to seph to talk about this. yeah sorry i have to debate who fucked your mom bro #god imagine telling him that. like not even as a reveal thing cuz he knows who his father is. just like as a sick joke. your mom joke.#NO OH M Y GOD I HAVE A QUESTION NOW #in accordance to him having a photo of lucrecia in ever crisis. after he reads that jenova is an ancient (incorrect btw)#does he think that picture is still her? what about when he takes jenova's body from the lab????#oh my god 30 tag limit. FUCK. i need like a rant blog for all this vincent talk now. my brain is going a mile a minute

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deeisace · 3 months

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Chin hair?! Impossible!

#t4tea #is going to be my testosterone tag. if i remember it #other suggestions welcome #ill go back and find prev posts in a bit #anyway like #still not visible on camera obvs #but i can see them in the mirror and feel the difference between now and 2 month ago #i already had darker hair anyway but like idk idk #wtf like.#isnt it way too early??? it's not even full dose #it's not like. you can't see anything it's only that i can feel it and im squinting in the mirror every week

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incorrectquotesideas-deactivated · 3 days

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Person A: Do you want a beer? I’m paying.

Person B, going through the restaurant’s menu: No. Ugh, where’s the good stuff?

Person A, half jokingly: I thought you were an alcoholic.

Person B: Exactly. I’d need at least, like, four beers — without food — to get slightly buzzed, and my stomach can’t fit over 2 beers in it. I’m small. I’ll have a rum, neat.

#source: me #incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes ideas #incorrect quotes prompts #tw: drug mention #tw: drugs #i used to be so small when all i did was heroin and ketamine. since i started drinking (i only started drinking every night because the-#-opiate withdrawal was so fucking bad alcohol was the only thing that kept my legs from kicking all night long and my skin from feeling-#-like it was on cold wet fire somehow)#anyway. when all i did was opiates ™ i was like 45 kg and i’m 165 aka 5’5 like i looked like a sickly model #now it’s only been a month drinking and not doing morphine or some shit and i already gained 12 kg it’s insane i’m like almost 60 kg now #i’m queueing this for a month from now so hopefully it’ll have been 2 months when this gets posted #and like i say i’m an alcoholic cause i don’t think it’s normal to drink like 5 nights a week but i’m not chemically dependent on it like i-#-was with opiates like i’m sober half the time. ive never done surgery while drunk for instance. there was this one time i had just had 4-#-shots in the bathroom in secret cause i was having a panic attack and didn’t know what else to do but anyway.#and they asked me if i wanted to close up on a tubal ligation and i passed on the opportunity even though i was Fine bc idk i just didn’t-#-feel good ab it. which is more than i can say for my professor tbh #like some other medical intern said ‘wow it must be so hard having to be On Call 24/7. like i bet u can’t even drink’#and he said ‘oh come on surgeons have lives too. in fact i drank more than a few beers just a few hours ago lol’ and proceeded to cut-#-someone open #anyway. yeah. i don’t get drunk at work yk #felt like i had to make that clear

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appreciatingtokrev · 7 months

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the thing abt the pain my scoliosis/kyphosis causes me (mostly left side of my ribcage, then left side of my back, then left shoulder, then it slowly starts spreading to the right side + my hip, the more physical anything apart from lying i do the worse it gets) is that it started and worsened so slowly that i just. didn’t realise it. now it’s been a normal part of my life for a few years and. i hardly notice it. i hardly notice that half of my body aches. it’s normal. now that my knees hurt i’m truly aware of it for the first time in months, and— that’s not normal. it shouldn’t be normal that my ribcage & back hurt every day just because i go to school. what the hell. what the fucking hell.

#sorry for the chronic pain posting i am going through a realisation #i had zero motivation for physio plus it didn’t do shit so i quit after 2 years n told everyone it doesn’t hurt anyway #which was already a lie back then but it’s been getting worse.#fuuuuckk #this is Not Normal #why didn’t i realise that’s so stupid #i’m walking around hiding my foot pain bc ingrown toenail okay makes sense. i’ve got a doctor’s appointment. i can deal with it until then #THAT is normal. it is however NOT normal that my ribcage and my back hurt every day and have been hurting every day for like. 5 years #and i have not done anything ???#but like what am i supposed to do #i only stopped physio 2 years ago and it never did shit. doctors say it’s not bad enough for a corset or surgery. imo it’s not bad enough+#for pain meds. so what the fuck do i even do #especially bc ik physio is useless #also funny thing sometimes the pain in my ribcage gets so bad that breathing literally feels like getting stabbed for like a minute #then everything’s fine again. no clue why that happens but yeah it. does like once every few weeks to months idk #.....that is so not normal WHAT why is this normal to me ?????#scoliosis #kyphosis #chronic pain #☆—`elys rambles

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cynical-cemeteries · 6 months

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so are l. astrid & e. icateztol BOTH coming this month??

astrid was on the cover for avillon times, but icateztol was briefly teased later in the notice

are we getting two banners this month?? or just like. Astrid

#lord of heroes #loh #they need to slow down on banner releases #we just got d. johan like a few weeks ago didnt we. why are there already MORE #and the linkstone amounts aren’t getting any nicer either #ALSO i feel like the banner durations have drastically decreased or is that just me #like i could’ve sworn banner runtimes were like 2 MONTHS. why is now like half that #maybe i’m wrong but i can’t help but feel like they’re a lot shorter and come a lot faster now #i’m assuming astrid will be summons same with icateztol…#i have no interest in another astrid but i gotta get icateztol…i didn’t even get arkanath 😭😭#oooo CG im about to send y’all another email #(me acting like this will work)

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cannot-copia · 1 year

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this year so far

#tw death #once again saying things into the void on here bc i dont know where else to say it #went on a trip for a couple days for my moms birthday a couple weeks ago now #they called to tell us my dads dialysis had pretty much stopped working shortly after we were got there #insurance gave us 4 days notice to find somewhere for him to go (2 of which we were 1200 miles from home)#also was told by the place I work at i am not needed until further notice the same day #so I have no source of income until they get the necessary machine fixed and even then I am skeptical they will say to come back #since dialysis stopped working he had to be moved to hospice #which was a week ago now #so he has very little time left #my half brother and his wife came to visit him a couple days ago #now his brother is here from another state #and we took them to eat at the place they’ve always gone when they are here for as long as I can remember #on the way there we were told my grandmother was taken to the hospital in an ambulance #they don’t know what is wrong with her yet but she is 94 so her being not ok either is very plausible #we are only like 3 weeks into the year and I’ve already been soft laid off my grandmother could be dying and my dad is dying #I feel like I have been seconds away from having a complete panic attack for a week #packing up and cleaning out the assisted living (he only ended up being at 3 months) felt so wrong #it was his coffee mug and green cup of all things that got to me most #he always had them #and knowing he would never use them again #I bought his dog a new name tag today #so it has a tag when we give it to them to put in the casket with him #and i almost cried in a fucking petsmart #and now I’m here over sharing on the internet about it bc if I do not keep myself distracted I will just get more nauseous and cry more #delete later

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sukunaswifeeeey · 1 day

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AU sorcerer gojo x vampire f!reader

Synopsis: You started college 2 years ago,during your first year at college a unfortunate event happened. You had to try and adapt to this new life and keep it top secret, but that doesn’t last long when a certain white haired man finds out your little secret.

PART 1 PART 2

NEXT MONDAY

The sound of your alarm abruptly woke you from your sleep, it made your ears feel like they was bleeding. If you was being honest you haven’t slept that well since that terrible day, you always felt like you had to be on the look out 24/7, paranoid something was going to happen. And it was nearing the end of the month and you was more exhausted than usually, with the lack of blood you have been getting. Sometimes it sounded nice to just kill and eat when you wanted but you knew that it would cause more harm than good. So you always decided to just try get through the last couple days and find a victim.

You got up from your bed and got ready for day, putting on more makeup than usual to hide the dark and sunken bags under your eyes. Feeling shitty wasn’t even close to how you was feeling. You grabbed your bag and left your dorm to your first lecture.

GOJOS POV

Gojo arrived at the college, he was on the phone to the higher ups “Gojo you have been assigned to all y/ns classes and before you take any action you need to analyse her behaviour, we dont know how dangerous she is yet.” “Ill be fine, im entering the college now.” He hanged up the phone and walked in.

He approached the door to the lecture and walked in. Everyone looked up in surprise, even you.

Y/NS POV

You looked up. This wasn’t what you was expecting, but he left your mind quickly and the lecture continued like normal. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of that someones eyes was on you for the whole lecture.

Even though you was starving for blood, you knew you could wait it out. There was a party at the end of this week, it will be swarming with a bunch of drunk, stupid people that will be easy to lure into your trap. You felt excited knowing you will get a good deserved meal, maybe even two people with how hungry you are.

FOLLOWING FRIDAY

Your lectures ended for the day, and adrenaline is already running through your veins. You couldn’t wait to sink your fangs into someone.

You started getting ready, having a shower and putting your best dress on in your closet. If you wanted to catch your perfect victim you had to look good. You put some makeup on and quickly sprayed some perfume before you left your dorm.You meet some friends on the way and they dropped you to the house, before you even stepped out the car you could smell the stench of weed and the mountains of people drinking outside on the front lawn of the house. You made your way inside the house and the flashing lights of the house reflected on your eyes. You was quite sad you couldn’t enjoy the moment as you had to put yourself first and find a victim.

You went into the kitchen of the house and made yourself a drink, you poured some vodka and sprite into a plastic cub and started sipping. You wanted to loosen up and then find your victim, you leant on the counter of the kitchen and scanned your surroundings. Bingo, you thought to yourself as you seen the infamous gojo satoru making eye contact with you. You smirked at him and he did to, he started making his way to you.

“Are you satoru gojo?Ive heard at a-lot about you.”He smirks and raps his arms around your waist “In the flesh.” This was the perfect moment and you had to take, a horny college boy who’s begging for your attention and obviously…sex.You sipped on your drink before you continued the conversation. “So what you trying to do then?” You looked up at him, grabbing his collar, if you was being honest he was a attractive man. You couldn’t lie, its a shame that he has to be your victim but you saw the opportunity and took it. “Hm i dont know, should we go upstairs?” You didn’t even need to respond, you just grabbed his arm and lead him up the stairs. Finally, you thought to yourself. A whole month without blood does do its damage and you are not wasting anytime.

You lead him in and quickly lock the door, you hastily pushed him on the bed and started kissing him. His tongue slips in your month, taking control and flipping you around. You internally roll your eyes, he really thinks he’s getting some. You take a breathe and now is the perfect time, you sink your fangs into his pale skin and keep sucking. You lose all control of your body and cant stop, the hunger getting the best of you.A couple minutes later you wipe the blood of your mouth and push him of you…

Until you hear him laugh, you think your hearing things. You look back and he is still In perfect condition, like you didn’t even sink your fangs into him in the first place. Dread flows through your whole body, who is he? What have you gotten yourself into…

Okay so the middle bit of the story is kind of awkward. I just kind of rushed that bit as it was kind of boring and i had to give her character lore in part 1. But i promise it will get more interesting in the other parts. Thanks for reading🥰!

#jujutsu gojo #gojo saturo #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jujutsu au #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #vampire

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