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i drink your blood and i eat your skin | part one.

pairing: vampire! hwang hyunjin x f!reader

warnings: smoking, assault, little bit gory

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Stood up…again. That sickening and now very known feeling in the chest created another crack in your already shattered heart. You felt like a total fool. Why can’t you just get over the fact that maybe being a lover girl in this century wasn’t the right way to go. Oh, how much you wished to be more like your friend Mia. Just living in the moment, not worrying about the men and women you had in the past and only wondering who will be next.

Truth to the word is that love comes when you are least expecting it but you overthink everything! Every occurrence with someone–hell even a stupid eye contact makes you think about the future you could have with a literal stranger. However you already set the bar low enough, it hit the ground a long time ago. Looks didn’t even matter anymore, if they just showed interest and knew how to act like a normal human being was enough for you. Your overthinking can do the rest but today it surely ‘did a good job’.

You met this guy just yesterday at the grocery shop, so romantic but you weren’t asked on a date like in forever so it was quite exciting. He wasn’t even that bad looking — short dirty blond hair, broad shoulders and fairly tall…The wandering eyes of his on your chubbier figure surely could be overlooked. It wasn’t like you hated your figure but seeing someone openly checking you out like that was a first and it made you feel wanted, so you went for it.

Well…it didn’t go as well as you thought it would as now you were sitting on a small bench in the middle of the night all by yourself. You shouldn’t have talk about him to your friend Mia, seeing that when you would talk about some potential love interest they would right after suddenly change their whole behavior, only leaving you feeling disappointed and embarrassed.

Date was at 6 p.m at this small Italian restaurant and by quarter to seven with no sight of your date and no text saying that he was running late, you learned that maybe your date was cancelled. At least the food and wine was good enough to hide your disappointment for awhile but after the third glass you felt like breaking down.

A 24 year old woman and no experience. Even the kids’ siblings you babysat had more experience with dating. You knew that by having no experience isn’t something to be ashamed of but you felt like you were missing out on life…

You took another drag of your cigarette, ignoring the coldness of the bench beneath you. You could at this point get a cat and become one of those rich cool aunts that traveled all around the world but reality hits you right there. No siblings, no parents and also being a hopeless romantic couldn’t help you become someone you knew you never will be.

You actually rarely felt sad about having no one from your own blood. As long as you could remember Mia was everything you had and needed and Mia’s parents gave you everything and more. You don’t even know how you became friends, all you knew was that you two have an unbreakable bond and couldn’t wish for anyone else.

You smiled at the thought of your friend. Maybe you don’t even need anyone but there was still a feeling like a piece of missing puzzle was somewhere out there to fulfill you. You shook your head and laughed at your own thought. Atleast no one was out at this hour, basking in the silence.

Seeing that you almost finished your cigarette, you stood up and dust of your white chiffon dress. If your friend saw you she would probably shoved that cancer stick right down your throat. You didn’t even smoked that much, a one cigarette after a while (a whole pack) can’t hurt nobody.

The starry night today was awfully pretty and made your attention shift to its dazzling beauty. Walking few steps, you leaned over the brick wall of of the bridge you walked your whole live on. This small stone bridge was built in Middle Ages and from that moment it connected the two sides of the town in one. Wrapping your lips around the cigarette, holding it between your pointer and index finger you watched as the smoke mixed in with the light fog of this cold spring evening.

Thanks to the alcohol, you didn’t even felt the cold seeping under the skirt of your dress that much. Last drag and then finally putting out the cigarette on the cold stone, you watched again how the smoke from your cherry colored lips danced through the night but suddenly your vision caught something way more interesting.

A man dressed in dark clothes was leaning against a stone railing few feet below her. You didn’t even know how you could see him because he was perfectly blending in with the darkness of the night. From where you were standing, you could make out that he had longer black hair, one side tuck behind his ear which was decorated by a small earring that twinkled in the moonlight. In his hands was a notebook, scribbling down something. You quickly learned that he was drawing the waters of the quiet river he softly lift his gaze to every now and then.

You lost yourself in his smooth movements and captivating beauty. Even by being far from this man, you could confidently say that he was one of the most beautiful creatures you have ever seen. His other hand caressed the paper like it was the soft skin of a lover, fingers decorated by multiple rings. You were in a trance, watching him draw, you could even hear the light scratching of his pencil against the page and then…a sudden movement of his makes your breath get stuck in your throat. As his gaze again went to the illuminated river, he suddenly tilted his head in your direction.

You were now met with a pair of blue eyes, so blindingly pale blue that seemed to look right through you. You were right…that man was beautiful. From his piercing eyes to his nose, strong jawline and perfect full red lips. He looked like an angel but by the look in his eyes, you felt like he was something completely different . He was dangerously beautiful.

Your heartbeat quickened as his glowing eyes slightly narrowed and then slowly trace over your features, just like yours did to him. You felt analyzed not only from the outside but also on the inside, almost waiting for his approval as he once again met your eyes in a burning stare that sent shivers down your spine. The look in his eyes changed. To what? You didn’t know but it made you feel uneasy.

His head turned suddenly to look behind him. Confused, you take a look in the same direction and after just a small moment of waiting, loud voices and laughter were heard as five men come up from the corner stumbling, they were certainly drunk. As you turn to glance back at the man, you were just openly gawking at you were only met with no one. It was like he wasn’t even there in the first place and you began thinking if maybe he was just fragment of your imagination after all.

Hearing and seeing the five men going closer, you decided to head back home. Turning on your heels, you began walking across the bridge to the other side. The streets were empty and it didn’t help that you lived quite far from where you were right now. A sudden feeling like you were being watched made you quickly look over your shoulder and learning that your were right about your theory.

Those same men were just few meters behind you and if you didn’t turn around, you wouldn’t know a thing because they suddenly became quiet, whispering to themself, their bickering blending into the light wind.

Your heart immediately sank, quickening your steps. ‘’Hey, you!’’ Echoes a voice from one of the men. You ignored it almost tripping from how fast you were now going. “Come on, pretty lady-‘’

Grabbing your bag in your hands, you fumble through it. “We just want to talk! And a girl shouldn’t be walking all alone in the middle of the night ya know..” Now the voices were too close to your liking. When you felt the pepper spray at the bottom of your bag, you grasped it and decided to do better and immediately take off running.

Your breathing become heavier as you heard sound of heavy footsteps from behind you. “Get back here!~” Today definitely couldn’t got any worse for you. Your ears ranged and legs screamed from your sudden burst of energy. Maybe this is a sign to work out more as you felt the irony taste in your mouth.

A sinister laughter echoed through the night making a small amount of tears well up in your eyes. You were too far from any house. Your feet hurt like hell and exhaustion slowly started to creep up to you, the cold air making you shiver as it kissed your reddened cheeks. Behind your blurry vision, you saw an open gate to a cemetery, quickly thinking of the risks you would have to make. It was dark and there was a chance hiding in the shadows…

Making a sharp turn to the left, you almost slipped through the open gate but a hand suddenly wrapped itself around your forearm tugging you to its owner. “Gotcha~” But before the man could finish, you turn your head away from him, spraying the contents of the pepper spray in to his eyes.

Screaming in pain, he let go of you, making you grasp the open side of the gate and smashing it into him making him tumble to the ground. You didn’t even look if there was a lock somewhere, seeing that the others weren’t that far from you and turning to run through the dark cemetery .

You tripped every step. You felt like one of those stupid girls in horror movies but it was so dark, you couldn’t see much of anything. When your line of vision caught a big gravestone, you cried up, there was no time to look for better hiding spot.

Falling onto your knees and squeezing yourself behind the big stone, you tried to calm down your racing heart and rigid breathing as it got eerily quiet. Pressing your upper back on the back of the gravestone, you pulled your legs up to your chest and prayed for your literal life. Your new dress was probably torn to shreds and dirty but you didn’t seem to care as your fear filled eyes stared into the darkness before you.

“Come out, come out wherever you are!”

“She can’t be far.”

“Look over there and I will~”

A small quiet sob flew past your lips, making you cover your mouth with your hand. This couldn’t be happening right now. They should’ve lost interest by now. ‘God why me?’, you thought, pressing the palm of your hand painfully onto your lips.

You heard snapping of twigs quite far from you but you still didn’t have the courage and strength to take it as a chance to escape and run and there was still chance someone was near you as there were five of them. The moon shined from behind you, making shadows that seemed even more scarier now because of your situation. Maybe a ghost or something would be better than this.

As your gaze burned the ground below you an unexpected shadow appeared on the ground. Your heart immediately sank. “There you are, pretty girl.” Whispered the new comer, making you immediately spring to your feet into the opposite direction but you were only caught by arms of a second man.

“No!~” You screamed into the night accompanied with laughter by the others. Trashing in the arms of the man, you screamed for help more and more as your blurry vision caught the other three men making their way to you.

The grip that man had you in was bruising, making you cry out in pain. You can’t just stop fighting…so the next thing you did was stomping your foot down on to the man’s foot. You couldn’t be more happy of deciding the last minute to wear heels as his grip loosened when your heel pierced his foot. Shoving yourself away from him, you ran, dugging right under pairs of arms that tried to caught you but you still didn’t make it far.

One of them made you trip over your feet. Falling so unexpectedly, you didn’t even have time to register anything in the dark, making you fall head first on a corner of a gravestone. A small cry came from your, gripping your throbbing head in your hands as your ears rang. Feeling yourself being grabbed at made you a little bit wake up from the small unconsciousness, swinging your arms widely and trying to hit anything you could reach but they were only caught in a painful grip.

Crying loudly you tried to wiggle away as you felt yourself being laid back on to the cold ground. Two of them quickly catch your legs mid air as you tried to atleast kick one of them. “No please~” You plead, feeling so stupid for even trying as they only laughed at you.

The one left that wasn’t holding any of your limbs, loomed over you, looking like a predator looming over his helpless pray. It was the one you pepper sprayed. Watching him as he took out a switchblade knife from his pocket made you for a moment stop your loud crying. “Scream and I cut you.” He said while going to his knees right between your legs. This can’t be it…

“Fucking bitch.” He says dragging the knife up your leg lifting your skirt with the sharp point, making you trash around a little in hopes of being spared. Your head fell onto the ground. You didn’t want to look down and have chance of seeing your assaulters or even to the side and seeing his accomplices’ sickening grins. For a moment you could only feel the stars and moon looking down at you. Oh, how much you wished to be as far away as them right now, trying so hard to ignore the sound of belt unbuckling.

“What~” That unexpected question came from your side, making you look in wonder and immediately a scream gets stuck in your throat.

The first thing you saw was red. Blood so bright that even in the pitch darkness you could see it covering your dress and lower body. Your assaulter with the knife was now held by the head as their newcomer had their mouth attached to his neck, watching as warm, crimson blood flowed freely from where they were contacted. The unknown person growled that sound so animalistic that it made goosebumps rise on the back of your neck.

As the body of the man fell limply to the ground you could finally see your so called ‘hero’. Before you stood the same man you saw under the bridge. The one whose beauty struck you as a lightning but right now you felt everything but admiration towards this man. Another–new and now even more strong wave of fear run though you as you look upon him.

His beautiful icy blue eyes were now red, pulsing blue and purple veins underneath his lower eyelashes that went across his cheekbones and his lips painted from the blood of his victim, made him look nightmarish. The crimson liquid dripped from his lips down to his chin and chest, seeping into his expensive looking dress shirt. The moonshine lightened his slim silhouette and his wild look in his eyes made them all see what…who the real danger truly is.

Shaking out of your trance, you felt yourself being grabbed at not so strongly as before. One of those men that kept your legs down, spring at your savior. But as quickly as he stood up the creature of the night grabbed him harshly by his neck, pinning him down and baring his sharp teeth at him. You, seeing a way out, took it and you definitely weren’t alone as the now only three men took of running with you. You choose the left side with one of those men and the other two right and as you turn to look back at them, those same men were stopped as now they were met with someone new.

A shorter man with sandy blonde hair stood before them and you must say, he was equally as beautiful as the other one. You stood frozen in your spot as the stranger with cold, almost bored looking eyes shoved both of his hands into those two grown men’s chests like it was nothing. Loudly gasping, you shrieked as now the man held their hearts in the palms of his hands, their bodies now an empty box, falling by his feet. You didn’t know what to do other than watch, frozen in horror, so you didn’t even see coming the only one man left, pauncing at you and grabbing you swiftly from the back and pressing the cold knife to your throat.

“Don’t come near me you fucking freaks!” Yells the man in your ear, now having both of theirs attention. Even breathing made the knife cut lightly the delicate skin of your neck.

But by a blink of an eye you were free, immediately falling to the ground as your own legs gave up on you in the same moment. You heard a short scream, followed by the loud sound of bones snapping, making your skin crawl. Crawling desperately away, you stopped at a tree that now seemed like the most supporting thing in this situation as you curled yourself up next to it. You couldn’t run, you knew that would be stupid. You got yourself from a dangerous situation and now you were in even bigger one. Bringing your knees to your chest, you sobbed. Never have you felt so afraid and useless. There wasn’t even a chance…so you did the only think you could. Plead.

“Please, I won’t say anything…please~” You say not looking up.

One of them slowly walk up to you, stopping right before you. You held your breath, quieting your sobs for a moment and peeking from behind your fingers to look at the boots of the same man that ripped someone’s heart right from their chest just seconds ago. “What do you want to do with her?” Spoke the man, his voice so calm almost soothing but his question for sure didn’t made you feel more relaxed.

Breathing through your nose heavily, you squeezed your eyes shut trying to imagine yourself anywhere else. Response wasn’t heard as the man whose beauty you so admired walk up to his company.

If you would be watching you could’ve seen looks being exchange between them.

The sandy blonde haired man grabbed the other by his arm stopping him from going any further to you. “If Chan hears about this, I will make sure to throw you into the dungeons myself.” Only a small smirk was send back his way.

You felt your body go stiff as someone crunched down before you, softly bringing their hand to the side of your face. Their touch was cold as ice and if you weren’t already freezing you would surely jump away.

Their fingers softly traced your face, stopping at your chin and slowly lifting your head. The same blue eyes you saw from before were now staring right into yours, noticing the subtle ring of red around the iris. You felt yourself drowning again in his beauty and strangely your breathing calmed down. You and the man look upon each other for a moment. His cold touch felt more like burning but you didn’t have the heart to pull away as this was probably the softest touch you have ever felt. “Please…” You didn’t even know for what you were pleading anymore.

His other hand, the hand decorated with those beautiful rings went to the other side of your face, having no other choice but to look back into his alluring eyes. “You will forget everything that happened tonight.” He whispered, his voice velvety and delicious to your ears. “From the moment you saw me to this very moment and go home.”

Your tear filled eyes look into his, watching his pupils grow in size with his every word. Just as quickly as he said those words, he was gone by a blink of an eye. So was his company, even the bodies of your assaulters were nowhere left to be seen. You swallowed the lump in your throat, not wanting to spend anymore time at this creepy cemetery. You stoop up on your shaking legs, surprised seeing your bag sitting right by your feet. You forgot about even loosing it. Bending over and grabbing it, you walked the way home and recalling his words in your head again.

“Forget…” The only thing was that you didn’t, not knowing the consequences that will come because of it.

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author’s note

So this is actually my first ever fanfic on tumblr as you can see. So I hope you like it and I just wanted to say that even studying English my whole life it’s still not my mother language so I’m sorry for any errors you come across.

I used to write a lot on wattpad but I don’t make anymore stories but still if you want to, you can check them out on: @Audrey_Holland

Thank you for reading, can’t wait for you guys to read the next chapters.

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whateversawesome · 11 months

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Let’s talk about SxF Chapter 82

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; even though Yor is currently not involved in the confrontation between the SSS and WISE, this arc is about Twiyor marriage.

Somehow, it seems like they are in each other’s mind. Just take a look...

To me, this small panel is probably the most important in the chapter: Twilight the master of disguise, best spy ever, WAVERS (!!!)

In addition to quivering, WAVER also means to become unsteady, unreliable, and undecided. A spy should never waver, it could cost him his life. So, why did the best spy of the West hesitate?

The reason is very clear to me. He has something on his mind...someone...😉

Remember what he said when Yor kicked him on the chin?

We saw his dangerous assassin mode. He was ready to defend himself from the SSS agent, but then he saw Yuri instead. It’s funny that he called him by his full name: Yuri Briar, just like he did a couple of chapters before, when he was apologizing to his wife. It was almost as a reminder of certain other Briar (aka Mrs. Forger).

Twilight had the opportunity to shoot and kill Yuri. He’s more experienced than him, he’s been in dangerous situations and killed before. But upon seeing his face, a last minute decision halted his most basic spy instincts:

Yuri is his enemy, but he’s also family. (Btw, Yuri looks like a kid here).

Twilight has surely heard from his wife all the love and effort she put on raising her brother. For a long time Yuri was her only family and she married him to avoid worrying him. He KNOWS how much Yuri means to Yor.

That last minute decision wasn’t that last minute at all. Even though he won’t admit it, he’d rather die before hurting his wife. AND he did promise he would never make her suffer that way again (even though he had no clue what she was talking about 😂)

Now, about Yor. To be honest, I thought that she would probably forget about the gripe, but thinking it through, those infidelity allegations are not so easily brushed off. It’s not like Loid has shown her he loves her explicitly and he is out all the time. (I think she misses him 💕 Look at those sad eyes!!)

In theory, Yor shouldn’t worry about this, since this is a fake marriage, right? The thing is Yor doesn’t see it as a fake marriage anymore. That’s why she wants to have gripes and welcome home kisses. She wants a normal marriage.

It was beautiful and heartbreaking to see her in the last panel. It meant so much, because right at that moment (probably) her husband was getting hurt. In marriage there’s a constant connection, especially when two people are in love (and these two are deeply in love).

I posted this before, but I’ll write it again, in case you didn’t see it:

This is marriage.

When you hurt, I hurt.

When you bleed, I bleed.

That blood wasn’t Yor’s. Since she mentions her husband and she's thinking about him, I think that last panel is Twilight’s blood.

Bonus: Yor doesn’t think about Yuri (who she raised like her kid) or Anya (who is her kid). She thinks about her husband!! I think she's finally stepping out of the role of mom to step into the role of wife/adult woman. In other words, Your honor, she’s in love 💖

Now, questions: Did Twilight get killed? No, I don’t think so. Severely injured? Maybe. But I believe it won’t be too severe, because he still has to confront Wheeler unless...(here comes the crazy theory): Who was Wheeler talking on the phone?

He didn’t show up at the appointment with the SSS. We don’t know where he is. So the crazy theory is that he could be involved with the Garden. Honestly, it’s a long shot. Unlikely, but it would also be a huge twist and you know l LOVE twists 😏

It could also fit, because if Twilight is injured and has to be pulled from the mission, WISE doesn’t stand a chance. AND it would leave Wheeler to appear at a later arc, now involved with the Garden and maybe our dear Thorn Princess (maybe, jealous Loid arc?) Unlikely, but fun it’s fun to dream.

My two cents:

Twilight is the one who got shot, but is not deadly injured. He may actually have to go home early!

Probably there will still be an encounter with Wheeler, but let’s hope he doesn’t have to fight him. Things are still very much in the air with Wheeler, so let’s just wait and see.

The arc is still very incomplete and could take a turn in any direction. I know a lot of you want some action/fighting between Twilight and Wheeler, but I would be happy if Mr. Spy just went home early to be with his wife and this turned into a complete Twiyor arc. We’ll see.

One last word about Yuri. Now, I think he’ll be the one who discovers Twilight’s identity. That kid is smart and if he starts putting the pieces together, he may end up discovering everything. This confrontation is one big piece and I’d like to believe that Twilight not killing Yuri will be a deciding factor in the end. I’ve said it before, at some point Yuri is going to have to choose between duty and his family and I believe he will choose his family (at a great personal cost).

But not only that, last time Twilight chose not to kill an enemy, something good has happened: When he spared Franky he began a transformation and stared working for peace. What will happen now that he chose not to kill another enemy? My guess is that he’ll become more human and it’ll have to do with Yor.

Something tells me this is one of those chapters that will be VERY important in the future. So let’s keep an eye on it.

#spy x family #twiyor #spyfamily #loid forger #yor forger #agent twilight #anya forger #loidyor #loid x yor #sxf #spy family

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sixhours · 1 month

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One Day at a Time - Chapter 8 - Beginning

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Rating: Explicit, 18+, here be smut Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, Joel & Ellie, mostly follows canon, SMUT, gratuitous smut, dubious consent (drunk sex), unplanned pregnancy, fluff, references to past miscarriages, angst, hurt/comfort, romance, age gap (~21 years), childbirth, fluffy baby stuff, I've probably forgotten some so please let me know <3

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The midwife is the first to notice that Anna’s startle reflex is inconsistent. When she suggests the baby might be deaf, Joel wants to write it off as the woman’s usual dour attitude, but as the weeks pass, it becomes clear that something is different. It’s impossible to make enough noise to wake her, she doesn’t turn her head toward their voices, and she’s inconsolable when they’re out of her limited line of sight. They spend several sleepless nights worrying, making loud noises and watching Anna intently for responses that usually don’t come.

There’s nothing to do about it, though, except wait and see…like her pregnancy all over again. One day at a time.

Anna is most content when she’s tucked into the soft cloth wrap, held tight against someone’s chest, where she can feel the soothing purr of speech against her tiny body. They get adept at going about their daily routines with the baby strapped to them like a marsupial in a makeshift pouch. She especially seems to like Joel’s soft flannel shirts and his deep, rumbly voice–he’s the best at getting her to nap.

Or, as Ellie puts it, boring her to sleep .

Ellie spends more time with them, enamored with her baby sister in a way Joel couldn’t have predicted. He supposes he shouldn’t be surprised, having watched her with Sam all those months ago, but her fierce devotion to this brand-new person in their lives makes him light-headed with pride.

Baby things showed up at their house out of the blue in the days after Anna was born; an antique cradle, bottles, more diapers, and a breast pump contraption that Charlie says makes her feel like a dairy cow. There are enough clothes to outfit a small army and mystery casseroles lining their freezer for weeks.

Tonight he takes one of the casseroles out and sniffs at it warily.

“Not sure about this one, kid,” he says to Anna, strapped to his chest. “Can’t be worse than that tuna surprise thing, though. House smelled for a week.”

The baby makes a soft cooing noise and sticks out her tongue in response.

“Yeah? Well, you didn’t have to eat it,” he mutters, turning on the oven.

“Talking to yourself again?” Charlie murmurs from the couch, snuggled under a throw.

“I’m havin’ a conversation with my daughter,” he says, stroking the baby’s head. “And you’re s’posed to be napping.”

She sits up, bleary-eyed and wan. “Can’t sleep. I miss her.”

“Hear that?” he murmurs. “Mama misses you. Maybe you should wake her up more often. Five times last night wasn’t enough.”

Joel wanders over to the couch and unearths the baby from her wrap to hand her to Charlie, who takes her with a smile and a soft hi sweet girl . Warmth blooms in his chest, followed by sadness; the two often go hand in hand.

Sarah never had this, he thinks, and he mourns what he couldn’t give her; the love of a mother, the delight of a new sibling.

But Anna has it all, in this family cobbled together from spare parts and broken pieces. Like the beginning of a bad joke— a widow, an orphan, and a childless father walk into a bar –where she is the most beautiful punchline he’s ever heard.

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Joel comes home to find Ellie on the couch with the baby in her lap and a book on the cushion next to her, frowning in concentration as she flips through the pages. Anna is nine weeks old and more alert than ever, bright eyes taking in everything, and at the moment she’s fascinated by her big sister’s hands, moving in slow, measured gestures in front of her face.

“Where’s Charlie?”

“Your girlfriend is taking a nap,” Ellie says without looking up from her book.

“She’s not–”

He catches himself before he can finish his sentence and Ellie smirks.

“Caught ya.”

Joel sighs. “What’re you doin’?”

She flips to the book cover to show him; An Introduction to American Sign Language .

“Sam taught me some, but I found this at the library. I figured it can’t hurt to start early.”

His throat tightens and he blinks back tears. God, his kids have turned him into a walking fucking water fountain.

“That’s…a great idea, kiddo,” he says, squeezing her shoulder.

“I know,” she says. “Besides, you can use it, too, when your hearing eventually goes.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mutters. He bends down to boop Anna’s nose. “Your sister is somethin’ else, kid. I’m gonna check on your mo–I mean my–our–”

He growls as Ellie looks up at him expectantly, a wry little smirk on her face.

“I’m gonna check on Charlie,” he sighs. “Call me if you need me.”

He hears a whisper at his back.

“What’s the sign for ‘They are so fucked’?”

Ellie’s laughter and Anna’s quiet coos follow him upstairs.

They still haven’t talked about them . They share a bed, they care for Anna, and…that’s about it. The midwife mentioned something about “resuming sexual activities” and “birth control” and maybe even a vasectomy at their final appointment, and it had taken all Joel had not to laugh in her face. He hasn’t had so much as a hard-on since the kid was born, and Charlie is permanently attached to her when she’s not sleeping or eating.

It might have bothered him if he weren’t so sleep-deprived.

In the bedroom, Charlie is buried under the blankets. He doesn’t mean to wake her, but she startles when the door creaks open.

“Anna?”

“Ellie’s got her, it’s just me,” Joel whispers. “Sorry.”

Charlie sits up, rubbing at her eyes, holding her breasts as if testing their weight. “S’okay. She needs to eat soon.”

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, smiles at Charlie’s mussed hair. He’s watched her closely over the last few weeks, hyper-alert for signs of depression, for the grief that he knows will never completely subside. A horrible little voice in the back of his mind insists that it’s only a matter of time before she leaves them.

Sarah’s mom made it four months.

But Charlie seems content if exhausted. They’re both exhausted, even with help. With Sarah he’d had the advantage of youth; with Anna, Joel feels every single one of his fifty-eight years…mostly in his back.

“Did you know Ellie’s teachin’ the baby sign language?” he asks.

“Mmm, she mentioned something about that,” Charlie yawns. “She’s smart, your kid. We’re raising geniuses.”

Joel ducks his head to hide a blush of pride. “They’re gonna leave us in their dust someday.”

We. Us.

He reaches out to cup Charlie’s face in one hand, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone. He could say it was all lust until now, but watching her with Anna makes him feel like a lovesick teenager. Charlie leans into his touch, meets his eyes, and his stomach clenches with a kind of pleasant ache he hasn’t felt in weeks.

Maybe he’s going to need to look into that vasectomy after all.

The moment is rudely interrupted by a wail, followed by Ellie’s voice drifting up the stairs.

“Hey, lovebirds! Your spawn needs a diaper change.”

~*~

Joel and Ellie are sprawled on the couch, her tucked into one corner and him on the opposite side, slouched down with Anna on his chest, a movie playing in the background. The baby won’t sleep in the beautiful hand-carved cradle for more than fifteen minutes at a time, preferring instead to slumber on a warm body.

There was a time in Joel’s life when he would have said they were spoiling her, but now, acutely aware of his limited years in a way he’s never been before, he’s decided Anna can fall asleep in his arms until she’s thirty if she wants. There is no such thing as spoiling her as far as he’s concerned.

He’s half asleep, trying to wait out the next hour and a half to let Charlie get some rest, when Ellie’s voice drifts into his consciousness.

“I think I get it now.”

“Get what?” he murmurs, barely able to open his eyes.

“Why you lied to me.”

He’s awake now. His head snaps up to face her. Ellie is curled in a ball with her arms around her knees, watching the baby rise and fall with the rhythm of his breath.

“If it were her…I’d do anything to keep her safe,” she says softly.

Oh.

His first instinct is to lie again, but something about Ellie’s expression and the way she’s watching Anna gives him pause. Between the two of them, they’ve cracked him open. He’s too tired and old to hold secrets.

“I’m sorry I lied to you,” he rasps. “I shouldn’t’ve done that. It was wrong.”

He meets her eyes, waits until he’s sure that she sees him, because she can’t just hear it–she needs to know it with her whole being, to believe it as deeply as he does.

“But I’m not sorry–I’ll never be sorry–for what I did. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat for you…or her.”

Ellie nods, but she frowns, her voice going small and tight.

“What if she was bit?”

The question drops from her lips like a bomb and Joel instinctively tightens his grip around Anna at the thought.

“Wouldn’t you hate me?” she whispers. “For not…for not being able to save her?”

“Never,” he says roughly. “I could never hate you, Ellie.”

“But…what if she could grow up in a better world? A world where you never had to worry about her…or Charlie…or anyone…getting infected,” Ellie asks softly.

He wants to tell her that none of this would have been possible if she weren’t here–their life in Jackson, Charlie, or Anna. He wants to tell her that she is the catalyst for everything he’s done right in his sorry life.

His girl, who wanted to save the world, had saved him instead.

But words are failing so he swallows his tears and puts an arm out. Ellie slides over, curling into his side, and he’s momentarily stunned by her solidity against him. She’s grown in the months since they returned from Salt Lake City. She’s taller, her face thinning out, more like a young woman than a child.

It happens too damn fast, he thinks, looking down at the sleeping infant on his chest.

He whispers the words into Ellie’s hair when his throat finally unlocks, watery and thick.

“She’s growin' up in a better world because you’re in it.”

~*~

“She’s finally out,” Charlie whispers, backing away from the cradle and collapsing onto the bed on her stomach with a groan. “I don’t know how one tiny human can eat so much.”

“I’ll take her tonight,” he says. “She can have a bottle.”

“You have patrol in the morning.”

“Can’t sleep for shit anyway,” he shrugs. “Did you eat? Caf’s still open, I can grab you something.”

“Mmm. Maybe later. I need about ten hours of sleep and a big glass of wine,” she mutters into the pillow.

“I can offer you six hours of sleep and a beer.”

“I’ll take it,” she yawns, then brightens. “Oh! I found something at the post today.”

She rolls over, digs in the nightstand drawer, then unearths a small black box and tosses it into his lap.

He blinks down at it, unsure if it’s the suggestion or the fatigue that slows his tongue. His heart quickens.

“Are these…?”

“Condoms,” she grins. Then she’s crawling toward him and straddling his lap, much the way she did the first time, and she glances over at the silent cradle. “We have a couple hours…should we see if they’re any good?”

“God yes please,” he breathes, all tiredness suddenly forgotten as her mouth finds his, open and wanting.

There’s laundry scattered around the floor, empty bottles and water glasses on the nightstand, used burp cloths draped over the furniture, and the faint smell of sour milk lingers in the air.

And all of it ceases to matter because she’s holding his face in her hands and kissing him, really kissing him for the first time in weeks. Not a peck on the cheek or a nuzzled brush of her lips to his forehead when she thinks he’s still sleeping, but an honest-to-god kiss with tongue and teeth and bite.

Soon she’s rolled underneath him and he’s supping long, languid kisses from her lips, eliciting sweet little moans and breathy gasps that have him thrusting his aching cock into her bare stomach, seeking relief in friction. Even with the condom to dull the sensations, this will be over before it’s begun if he doesn’t get a fucking grip, so he pulls reluctantly away to explore the rest of her body.

Breastmilk gathers in little pearls on the peaks of her nipples, sweet and thick on his tongue as he teases and sucks his way down her chest. He traces the silvery lines on her lower stomach with his nose, the places where she’s been permanently marked because of their daughter, because of him . The sight of her gently swollen belly and the velvety softness of the stretched skin only makes him want her more.

She whimpers when he tastes her, moans when he sucks at her swollen clit and laps at her folds until she’s writhing and coming. Then she’s pulling on his hair with an urgency he understands and he’s rolling one of the condoms on and sinking into her delicious heat. She’s so close like this, pinned by his hips and chest, pressed underneath him like a flower.

He can’t pull himself away from her mouth, can’t stop kissing her and tasting her and swallowing her cries. Her arms enfold him, rubbing languid strokes up and down the slope of his back, pressing into his ass, urging him deeper. He reaches for her hand and rests their entwined fingers above her head.

Mine , he thinks with every thrust, heat coiling in his gut, crawling up his spine. Mine, mine, mine.

“Yours,” she sighs, arching into him, answering the words he didn’t realize he’d spoken out loud. He presses his forehead against hers and stills, breathing hard.

“Yeah?”

His voice is ragged with emotion. Her palms come up to cup his face.

“All yours,” she whispers, then she kisses him and kisses him and he prays the condom does its damn job because he’s falling over the edge.

~*~

He’s still softening inside her, luxuriating in the feel of her mouth against his, when the baby wails from her cradle.

Charlie groans underneath him. “Already?”

“Well…we got fifteen minutes,” he mumbles, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

“Give yourself credit, it was at least twenty.”

“It’s like a sixth sense,” he mutters, pulling out with a groan. “Surprised Ellie’s not at the damn door, too.”

Charlie snorts a laugh, sitting up and pulling the sheet to her chest.

“I’m comin’, baby girl,” he says. “Hold on, I know…m’right here.”

But Anna can’t hear him, of course. He pokes his head over the cradle and she quiets. “I’ll be right back.”

She protests loudly when he leaves her line of sight again, totally abandoned. He disposes of the condom and washes his hands…now where the hell are his boxers? The din of Anna’s crying in the background has him stumbling over his feet.

Finally, he plucks her up out of the cradle and puts her against his chest.

“Hey, kid, you’re fine,” he rumbles against her.

She growls in response, all attitude, one tiny fist stuffed into her mouth.

“Think she’s hungry,” he murmurs, nuzzling the top of her head. “Want me to get her a bottle so you can sleep?”

“No,” Charlie says, two wet spots blooming on the bedsheet. “You primed the pump. I’m leaking all over myself.”

“Lucky kid,” he grins. “You get the real deal.”

“You just ate, sweet girl,” Charlie sighs as the baby latches. “Where does it all go?”

“Based on the laundry I folded today, I have an idea,” Joel mutters, crawling back into bed. He sits up against the headboard and pulls Charlie into his arms so she’s propped against him. She burrows into his shoulder and closes her eyes as the baby makes greedy little suckling noises. His free arm wraps around them, cupping Anna’s head, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat in his palm.

Maybe it’s the sex that loosens his tongue, or maybe he’s just too tired to worry over the fallout. He takes a deep breath.

“So I know we said…you’d stay until the kid is born…and that was, uh, ten weeks ago.”

“You kicking me out?” Charlie murmurs, playing with the baby’s tiny fingers as she nurses.

“No,” he says quickly. “You can stay as long as you want. I just…don’t want you to feel like you have to…or like we’re expected to be, uh…something we’re–”

“Joel,” she says, soft but firm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Heat blooms in his chest.

“Yeah?”

She tilts her head up to look at him, silver eyes shining, and answers him with a long, sweet, lingering kiss that reignites the fire in his lower belly.

He’s definitely gonna need that vasectomy.

#fanfic #fic recs #joel miller #the last of us hbo #the last of us #pregnancy #babyfic

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pennyserenade · 1 year

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IT’S NEVER OVER

pairing: dieter bravo x you, dieter bravo x reader rating: mature (no explicit sex but language and content is 18+ regardless) tags: fluff/comfort, some angst but just a little word count: 2.5k+ summary: dieter asks you to go to the opening night of his play and you do. for this he rewards you handsomely. a/n: this was the most fun i had writing in a very long time and i want to thank all of you who encouraged this in me. i love u & i hope you enjoy ex-husband dieter as much as i do <3

For most, divorce is definitive, final. It’s the last act that two people make as a couple, signing their names on a piece of paper that divides their lives the same way the marriage certificate connected them. If Dieter was any other man, it probably would’ve been that way for you, but Dieter is Dieter; he marches to the sound of his own drum.

You aren’t obligated to him, but sometimes he asks you to do things and you say yes like you are. Your five year marriage bore no children — a willful decision on both your parts — and you never felt it was fair to do something like get a dog, because even on the best days you knew you would’ve only done it to cope with being lonely in a relationship you shouldn’t be lonely in. So there’s no reason at all that you should still keep in touch with Dieter, but you do. Five years of marriage and three years of dating before that bonded you to him. You’re used to him. Comfortable. Maybe even achingly in love—but in a more platonic shade than before.

On Sunday of last week, he had asked you to attend the opening of his play and you had said that you would. He told you he’d set two tickets aside for you, in case you wanted to bring someone, but you didn’t. You can see the relief in his eyes as you make your way to him. The throng of actors that occupy the backstage area make it hard to get to him, as they all seem to want him, but the moment he sees you, he parts the sea of them for you with his own self. He meets you somewhere in the middle.

“You made it,” he says quietly, “I know you said you would but, you know….I don’t know.” He shrugs, smiling.

You kiss his cheek. “You did great tonight, kid.”

“God, I’m glad you came.” Dieter brings your body in for a hug and you let him, taking in his scent and feeling a wave of comfortable nostalgia. His voice betrays his anxiety and you hold onto him a bit longer than you should because you know he gets. Even after his best performances, he was always plagued with self doubt and worry. That’s why you came tonight.

‘We’re all so vain, actors. I can’t get over myself,’ he had told you once, on a night much like this one. And he was right, you came to find: Dieter really could not get over himself. But you don’t hate him for it anymore. He wears it anxiously tonight, that strain of vanity. It’s not like the bad times. You even feel the desire to hold his hand.

He lets go of you when a woman to the right — the girl who played his girlfriend in the play — taps him on the shoulder. She is a beautiful young woman, about ten years his junior. “Who’s this?” she asks him, smiling.

“My wife.” He responds. As soon as he says it, you get an idea of just what he’s been doing to prepare for this play of his. The woman tries not to let her face fall, but you know from experience that Dieter could make even Meryl Streep break character with his nonsense. You touch her arm and say, “I’m his ex-wife and you did a very good job tonight. I don’t make it to many plays anymore and it was a real pleasure to see this one.”

The woman relaxes visibly. “Thank you. I’m glad you liked the show. I was just coming to tell Dieter how lovely he did.”

Dieter stares at her like he doesn’t know what to do with her. This poor girl, you can sense how much she doesn’t understand him. He can’t get over himself, you want to tell her, just to assuage the fear you know too well. But then he smiles - a genuine smile - and he tells her he couldn’t have done it without her.

And it makes you mad, and then sad, and then unsure if you know him either. You don’t meet with Dieter often because this happens at least once every time; you think you know every bit of him and then some part of him has changed, been made better, and you wonder bitterly “Why couldn’t you have done that for me?”

Tonight it passes quickly. He touches the small of your back and brings you closer to him than to the woman he’s very obviously fucking. She sees this. You see her see it and you watch as he doesn’t get it all over again.

“I’ll see you later, then,” she manages, before disappearing back into the crowd of celebrating actors behind you.

Dieter watches her go, brows creased. He hums. “Hm.”

You click your tongue. “You ought to be ashamed.”

His dark eyes shift towards you. “I’m positively mortified. Trust me.”

“Good. You’ll apologize to her?”

“I’m in the habit of it these days. Better than I used to be.”

“I’m glad. You can be—“

He cuts you off, “A bit of an ass. I know. I get real neurotic on opening nights. I hate them.”

“Are you going to the after party?” You straighten the tie of his costume instinctively. You don’t get embarrassed by the act once you realize what you’re doing. Dieter doesn’t make you feel like you ought to be.

“Thank you,” he says, “But no. I know you don’t like those things and I wanted to see you tonight. Please don’t get mad but—“

“Dieter.” You scold him preemptively.

“—but I bought out the movie theater. That one we used to go to. I know you said doing things like that isn’t fair to you but you said that like, three years ago, and I promise I’m not trying to fuck you or anything. I mean, if you want, I’m not saying I wouldn’t but that’s not the purpose.” He pauses, then says, “Ignore that last part. I didn’t mean it that way. I wouldn’t have sex with you, but I wanted you to know that I still think you’re good looking and would if life had been different.”

He looks at you expectantly and you feel the will in you fall away. “What if I had a date?” you ask, ignoring his ramble for his own sake.

Dieter shrugs. “I guess I would’ve asked him if he—“ He watches your face “—or she? If they liked James Stewart.” Someone bumps into you, pushing closer, into Dieter. He grabs your shoulders to steady you. “Do they like James Stewart?” he asks.

You shrug him off, shaking your head. “I like James Stewart.”

“I know you do. Mr. Smith Goes To Washington.”

“That makes me cry.”

“I know it does. But that one’s your favorite.”

“But you like Rope better.”

“I like you and I wanted to do something for you.” When he says that, he looks ahead of you, at the people crowding around you. He’s avoiding eye contact, knows he shouldn’t have said it but he couldn’t help himself. You’re not angry with him. You pat his hand affectionately so he knows it.

“Thank you. Sometimes it’s nice to know I’m liked and remembered.”

He looks at you incredulously. “You’re kidding me.”

“Absolutely. I know you’re too fond of me and always will be. It gets me by.”

This makes him laugh. The sound of it makes you grin. “Let’s go.” Dieter tugs on your arm, nodding his head to the direction of his dressing room. “I’ll get undressed and we can head to the theater.”

You shake your head. “I’ll meet you by my car when you’re done.”

His eyebrow furrows, then he realizes. His face falls, and you know you’ve hurt him with the implication.

“I have no interest in hurting some girl tonight, Dieter. She’s bound to be watching and I’d rather save her a little bit of heartache than turn my back to the wall while you get undressed.”

He frowns, but nods his head. “You’re too good for me, you know? I wouldn’t make you turn your head, though. You've seen it before and I’d like to think it looks mostly the same.”

“I know I’m too good for you.”

He clicks his tongue this time. “Give her an inch and she takes a mile,” he says as he disappear through the crowd. You hear the joke in voice even if you can’t see his face.

You watch the back of him for a moment.

As you make your way to the car, you smile more genuinely than you have in a few days. Despite yourself, you love him immensely and you know he loves you too. It feels nice, even if you make a joke of it. He’s family to you. Not a husband, but a friend.

He was always such a good friend.

———

“Oh, kid.”

James Stewart’s young face, wasted away with exhaustion, and his voice hoarse from desperation, never fails to make you cry. He stands in front of his piles of fan mail and is so damned earnest in the face of evil, it makes you ache. Dieter used to think that this movie was too sentimental, but you wore him down over the years. He sniffles now too when it gets to this scene, but nothing like the pitiful sobs you let out.

He hands you a napkin and you wipe your eyes. You watch intently as Jimmy collapses onto the floor from pure exhaustion. You let out another sob the same time as Jean Arthur calls out to Jimmy. You hear Dieter’s soft laughter and you know you’re ridiculous, but you can’t help yourself. He knows this is how you get when you watch this.

“God, this movie.” You shake your head and wipe your nose.

You watch the rest of the movie in silence — or at least, without acknowledging your cries. When the movie ends and the soft hue of lights crowns over the empty theater, you turn to Dieter and sigh. He’s a little red in the eyes too, you note, but he looks at you in pure delight. There’s a fondness to it, though, so you let him live.

“I can’t believe you used to think that was too sentimental.” You shake your head, huffing, getting angry at this younger Dieter. “That was so—that was acting!”

He holds his hands up in defense. “I know! I don’t think that now, you know? I think it’s good.”

You scoff, still infuriated with the Dieter that had told you this was the worst of Jimmy’s works. “You said it was American propaganda!”

He laughs. “I was trying to sound clever. I was too serious of an actor at the time. I’m sorry for having committed that crime many, many moons ago.”

You shake your head, letting the last of your tears fall. “I’m heartbroken.”

Dieter laughs. “But it worked out in the end. I can’t understand why this movie breaks your heart.”

“Because he had to fight so hard.”

Dieter softens. “That’s right,” he tells you, handing another napkin over, “I forgot about that—about why it breaks your heart.”

“It’s silly but I can’t help it.”

“It’s not silly. I married you for things like that. I loved those things. I love them now. I couldn’t remember why I liked watching this with you so much until now, but that’s exactly it. Because he fights so hard it makes you cry.” He squeezes your hand and the casualness of those words hit you straight in the gut. You’re glad to already have cried violently because if you haven’t, you’re certain that would’ve made you.

“I’m gonna die, I’m so sad.”

“Do you want to get high? Will that help?”

You shrug, blowing your nose. “I haven’t in a long time.”

“I brought a pen.”

You debate it for a moment. “I shouldn’t.”

“Alright, but we’ve got this theater all night.”

“All night? I thought you just got it for this movie.”

He nods. “I did, but they don’t let you buy the whole movie theater out for just one showing. Not for me anyways, but I don’t care because I used to sneak into movies when I was younger here and this feels like a kind of karma.” That makes you laugh and he claps his hand. “The cloud is lifting. You’ll make it out alive after all.”

You lean back in the chair, wiping away the rest of your tears and most of your makeup. You sigh. “I care just like he does, don’t I?” You look at Dieter.

“It’s so human of you, don’t change it. Please.” He takes your hand in his. “I always wanted to tell you that, that you care just like that, but I knew you’d take it wrong when we were married. We used to fight all the time for really stupid reasons. But it’s different now.”

“We’re friends.” You look down at your linked hands.

“In a fashion, sure, but I like to think we’re more too.” You quirk your eyebrow. “Not like that—like lovers or whatever, but I don’t know. I know you get it too. You can probably explain it better than me.”

“Oh.” You smile and crinkle your nose. “We’re friends,” you repeat. This time he nods his head. “Yeah.”

You both fall into a comfortable silence. You sit with that knowledge.

“Thank you,” he says suddenly.

“For what?”

“For keeping me in your life. That was honorable of you. I don’t deserve it after the way I treated you during our marriage.”

You wave his words away. “Marriage brought out the very worst of us. This is the best of us. What we did to each other then, I don’t think it’s a reflection of who we are.”

“Yeah but I did the most damage. I know that. I left you alone a lot.”

The pad of your thumb rubs the back of his hand and you watch it as it does, as if you’re not in control of it. “Maybe you did. But it’s finished. We stopped that battle a long time ago and we’re in the clear now. You’re nicer, kinder.”

“I should’ve been all that then. I really loved you.”

“You really love me now. That’s enough for me.”

Dieter reflects. Then he says, “In another life, I’ll find you again and I’ll do it right.”

Giving him back his hand, you shake your head. “I think we’re doing just fine in this one. I think this is where we were meant to be. This is the kind of love that we do the best with.”

“You don’t miss it, the way we used to be?”

“God, all the time, but it was never like this.”

“I guess you’re right. We do get along better. I don’t feel like I disappoint you anymore.”

“You don’t. Tonight is the most fun I’ve had in weeks, and I even cried my eyes out.”

He smiles softly.

“You want to know something?” you ask him. He nods his head. “Nothing in the world makes me feel better than knowing you want me when I’ve got nothing to give you but my friendship. Men don’t want women like that.”

“I’ll always want to be your friend.”

“Then you will be,” you respond, “In the next life too. I promise.”

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basicinstnct · 2 years

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arrangement / jacob custos

word count: 2967

tags: size kink, love bites, hurt/comfort, angst, morning wood (more accurately nap wood), referenced masturbation, pining, insecurity, creampies, slight breeding kink, transfer of affection (sorta), savior complex

a/n: personally, i found this guy pretty endearing, especially if you look at his insecurities which are more apparent in some routes than they are in others. i know that isn't exactly a popular opinion (it's certainly a bit frustrating that the writers set him up by making him largely "responsible" for the events to follow), but hopefully there are enough like-minded people to give this some attention.

It’s often said that what you fear, you attract. You’re a little more receptive to that type of loose philosophy than you should be, so you aren’t exactly surprised when one day, the words come true.

Jacob’s voice calls out your name, soft, unlike him. “Are you awake?”

You’re glad you’re facing the wall. It gives you a chance against him, to not let him into your arms again. Other than pretending you’re asleep, there’s really no way out. Now that all the kids are gone, and the counselor you were supposed to share it with never showed up, you have the cabin all to yourself. Thinking about him had already kept you up all night, so you really just want to take a nap before you have to load the van up, not… this.

Seeing his face, those sad eyes, will end your resistance where it stands.

What the two of you have isn’t good. Against your intentions you’ve become at best a therapist, and at worst a replacement. Who you're taking the place of is unclear. At first you thought it was Emma. It wasn’t far-fetched to believe that you were covering for something that clearly wasn’t working. You were so sure, but more time with Jacob has left you doubting that. It has to be something in his past, something that happened a long time ago, inflicted by someone that you remind him of in one way or another. Being a proxy probably hurts him as much as it helps him, and you’re not exactly sure what it does to you.

What have you become? You’re not exactly the other woman. As far as you know, nothing’s really happened between Jacob and Emma in a long time, enough time that there’s a chance those flames have been swept out. You can see how Jacob’s affections burn hard against the cool of Emma’s practically nonexistent feelings.

You’ve let him, at least half a dozen times, come to be consoled by you. It began when he ran into you as you were heading down to the lake, one night when you couldn’t catch a wink of rest. When you later asked why he thought he could trust you, he didn’t have much to say.

You’ve let Jacob speak to you, cry to you. He mostly talks about nothing in particular, but if he nods off against your shoulder, he’ll mumble troubled, troubled words that make your heart pang. Lost thoughts about being alone, unwanted.

He has a lot of problems.

Around everyone else he can pretend he’s fine. You can learn as much from the truth as you can from a lie, but only if you’re looking.

He says your name again, in the midst of you faking a breath. You snuggle deeper into the thin fleece that Mr. Hackett gave you, trying to give the appearance of being slightly disturbed but not awoken. Something about the situation is giving you a feeling. You shouldn’t do this!

You can hardly think of anything at all when you hear his footsteps. He approaches your bunk cautiously, before you hear the creak in the floorboards and the movement of fingers. He tosses his shoes to the corner of the room. Then his sweats and shirt go too. You’re squeezing your eyes shut even though you desperately want to look at him. If not to admire his looks than to read the expression on his face.

When he lifts the blanket from your body. You’re so shocked by the action that you can’t even fight it, the way you shiver all over. Jacob climbs into bed and wraps his arm around you. You can feel the warmth of his body, his furnace-like chest against your back as his head rests against your shoulder.

Without him, you run cold naturally, especially when you sleep. Now that he’s in bed with you, you’re worried the temperature of his body will make you sweat.

“I know you’re awake. You can tell me to go,” he says weakly. “I’ll go.”

“I never want you to go, Jacob, even if I feel like you should.” You can’t hold back the reply. Logic fails you around him, at least when you’re alone.

If your words are vague, he still knows what you mean. He rewards you, you think, by gripping you tighter, murmuring thank you before pressing the lightest of kisses against your neck. You get the sense that he’s used to it, getting affection through transactions. He can’t give you much out here except his body heat, and he has more than enough of that for the both of you.

You’re expecting the regular dialogue when he takes a deep breath, like he usually does, but that’s not what you hear at all.

“I feel totally useless today,” Jacob says, “all I can think about is how nothing ever goes right. I feel like everyone is just tolerating me. I’d just wanted the day to end so I could come here and be with you. Even if you wouldn’t be caught dead speaking to me when the others are around. Then I remembered that we were leaving today…”

Maybe that is how things appear to him. With all the complications between the group, the crushes and the grievances, you’ve always thought you’re better off not adding whatever’s going on between the two of you to the mix. You’ve always acted like nothing had changed around the others, and he’d followed your lead. You didn’t think he had any problem with it.

All at once you realize how deep your concern for him goes. Has he wanted for something he felt you weren’t prepared to offer? You wonder how he’s felt every time you’ve paired up with someone else, if there’s ever been a hurt glance you missed. A jealous glance.

You still can’t look at him, but your hand searches for his, and when you find it you squeeze gently. It’s not natural for you, but it’s worth it to hear the way he gasps, like he really can’t believe it.

“It’s never been like that,” you tell him, “I just don’t want things to be awkward. Even if we aren’t usually… I don’t want things to change. I never knew how you felt either.”

He huffs, long and hard (listening for once) and you shake lightly as you feel it on your skin.

“I hope I haven’t been making you feel bad.” You sigh, “I wasn’t even thinking about it like that. Sometimes,” you were worried this would be a blow to his already lacking confidence, rather than anything constructive, “I don’t like the way you act around everyone. Like you have something to prove.”

“I… I feel like I do.”

“I think you think you do, but I think everyone else just feels like you aren’t being yourself. Some people,” you don’t want to say her name, “they can smell the blood in the water.”

“You haven’t been making me feel bad,” he murmurs, mouth close to your ear, “I love the way I feel. Around you, right now.”

You know there’s a chance he doesn’t mean anything by it, that he’s emotional and vulnerable and confused. Desire and confusion could sometimes be the same thing. But when he says things like this, as he has before, you can’t help but think about what it would be like.

You’ve certainly done more than just think. One hand down your shorts and your face buried in the fleece, the scent of him still on it, the smell of his cologne and his sweat. You’d put your palm to clit as you slid a finger inside, thinking of the outline of his cock the one chance you’d had to see him in it.

Down at the lake, a day of swimming, he’d had a swimsuit you swore hadn’t fit him since middle school. It was the definition of tight in all the right places.

Fat, was really all you were able to process. You’d blushed incredibly hard, swimming in the opposite direction before anyone had a chance to notice. The image filed away for later use.

Him, holding you down, slipping inside. The sting of it, of him making you take him. The sounds he would make when he was all the way in, balls against your clit. Teeth on your skin to muffle his moans.

It’d seemed like a pipe dream. Now you weren’t sure. In any case you hadn’t wanted to be fucked so bad, by anybody, in your life.

You flip over to face Jacob, staring deep into his eyes for the first time today. They’re misty, red, and they seem very sad. The whole thing makes you feel like a bad person, like a pervert. You wonder if he can see how black your eyes are with want for him. Can he feel how wet you are, right here next to him?

“Let’s go to sleep…” You venture, not meaning it at all, still glad that he agrees when he shifts to get comfortable and you feel his breathing even out. It’s far too long before you fall asleep yourself, too lost in visions of everything you want.

You know you’ll regret it later, that you’ll be nodding off when you shouldn’t be, but you can’t stop thinking.

. . .

You wake up thinking something troubling. You wish you could make Jacob understand. You don’t always need to get your happiness from people, but you know you only really mean other people. You’d have no problem being a rock for him. You want to give him a way out of the feelings that drown him every day. It’s what he so desperately seems to need.

But it can’t keep going on this way.

He must wake up moments after you do. Possibly aware of the change in your breathing, or maybe the way your heart rate has increased tenfold. He sighs, before chuckling in your ear, “what’s got you so worked up?”

“I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t overslept,” you look at the clock on your dresser. It’s only been half an hour. “Didn’t want to hold everyone up.”

It’s him, of course, but you can’t exactly say that. At least he seems in higher spirits than before, you consider.

The meaning becomes too literal when you feel his cock against you. Morning wood, probably. As much as it makes you wish the sheets would swallow you, it also sends your mind to other places.

Jacob tries to freeze, but his arm is still over your hips, caging you with his body, so there’s little you can do other than ignore it. But that already seems impossible, you can start to feel desire, burning in your pussy. You want him

It’s easy to feel him moving, attempting to be discreet but failing entirely. Every inch moves you with him because he’s unwilling to let go of you, whether he realizes it or not.

“I don’t mind,” you whisper, “or care. I mean I don’t care.”

“I care,” he bites back, seeming insulted. “I know you see that, so stop pretending like you don’t.”

You try to turn in his arms, but Jacob holds you still with little effort. He’s stronger, you think, obviously. You’re never able to escape him, mentally or physically.

“You think my problem is being insecure, fine. Your problem is that you’re always thinking, you never just feel.”

You know he’s right, but what can you say to that?

What was once a tight grip on your wrist turns into a comforting gesture, his thumb rubbing gently over the skin of your hand.

“L-let me make you feel something,” he sighs, “for once.”

You sigh, defeated in the best way possible.

Jacob's hard against you still, and he starts grinding into your ass gently. A gasp leaves you before your head is turned and you feel him on your cheek, a sweet kiss, before Jacob’s lips are on yours and he gives you a nasty one.

It’s your first kiss with him, but it doesn’t feel that way. You learn that Jacob likes to be close to you. He knows just how to get you to sigh, open your mouth up so he can press his tongue inside. It gets sloppy fast. You both moan, unable to part until you need to breathe. There’s spit connecting the two of you.

He moves your body beneath his, palm on the back of your neck an oddly comforting pressure. “Should’ve been kissing you this whole time,” he sighs.

“Doesn’t matter,” you tell him, putting your own hand to his cheek, “you have me now. Do whatever you want.”

Jacob makes quick work of your clothes, rids you of your bra, then tugs his trunks down to free his dick.

You want to blush at the sound it makes, the weight smacking against your stomach, lined exactly up with where he’ll be inside. Almost to your naval.

There’s a moment of just breathing, and when you look you see that he’s eyeing the same thing you are.

“I’ll fit,” he groans when he sees your expression. “Promise.”

You lick your lips. “Just prove it.”

Your panties are pulled to the side before you can hear him lick his thumb, once, twice. He must think it’s enough spit because he begins to use it to touch your clit, only to groan so loud you want to muffle him.

“Oh, oh. Fuck you’re already wet.”

“Yes,” you hiss, “I want you.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles. The words seem to make him shake. “Tell me again.”

You walk your hands up his back, and he moans when your nails drag lightly over his muscles, “I want you. Give it to me, Jacob, please.”

He kisses you again. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give it to you.” It’s mumbled against your mouth as he preps you. Sliding his cock through the folds of you, gathering enough pre from you and him to just get the head inside.

You shudder, and he moans. It’s loud, scaring you enough to slap your hand over his mouth.

“‘’M sorry,” he grunts, removing your hand. His chest lowers down to touch yours, his face in your neck. “I didn’t mean to. Your pussy’s so good,” he shifts his hips to feel more of you. “I’ll be q-quiet, won’t make a sound. I don’t want to stop.”

You wrap your legs around Jacob, practically humping yourself onto him, “c’mon.”

His cock feels bigger than you should be taking. You want to wheeze when he bottoms out, leaving you stuffed. You can feel his tongue on your neck, hear vague moans as your cunt clenches on him.

Jacob starts to rock his hips, keeping his mouth busy with your skin in an effort to keep the noise down. But none of that matters when he’s fucking you into the mattress. Deep thrusts that make the frame of the bed groan.

You can feel how wet you’ve gotten, how wet he’s made you. You wouldn’t be able to take him otherwise. It’s surely all over your thighs, probably dripping down to his balls. You can feel everything, his skin, his mouth, a hint of teeth, the way his dick is burning you up inside.

You shock yourself when you come, hard. You bite into Jacob’s shoulder to muffle your scream, wrapping every limb you have around him to keep him deep inside.

“Fuuck,” he’s trembling. “Fuck it, I need- I wanna come inside. Tell me you’re on the pill. I want it.” You can feel him throbbing in your pussy. It’s a good thing you are; he probably wouldn’t be able to pull out in time anyway.

You hum out an affirmation, teeth still between his flesh because you can’t stop moaning, and it’s only half a second more before you feel him cum, and if you weren’t wet before you are now. You can feel it, hot, inside, and even leaking out of you.

Jacob’s whole body tenses, before every muscle in his body seems to relax, like he’s been needing this for a long, long time. His arms falter, but he catches himself before he crushes you.

The both of you wince when he pulls out, and you’re thankful that he doesn’t mind the obscene amount of cum that you both will surely have to deal with eventually. The clock tells you It’s still early, there’s still time.

He’s gone to cuddling you again, tucking you into the side of his body. He’s certainly much more open to touching you now that he’s fucked you. His hands explore whatever skin they can reach.

You make an attempt to do the same, but when you touch his shoulder you can feel the slight indent of teeth. Not terribly deep, but there.

“I’m sorry, Jacob. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t say that,” he scoffs, totally nonchalant. “Your neck isn’t looking too hot either.”

“I know,” you sigh, “but some guys are really weird about stuff like that.”

“Ha,” he laughs it off, checking it out before giving you his typical grin. “I don’t mind it. It’s like you claimed me.”

You wonder if that’s something to think about.

Laying there, both of you lightly doused with sweat, the smell of sex absolutely unavoidable, your first thought is that your sheets are ruined. It’s a good thing that you’re leaving today, at least for that reason.

Whatever you’ve just done, you know now that you can’t shut Jacob out. How that will work out isn’t something you need to figure out now, or even today.

Despite Jacob’s epiphany concerning you, you’ve got dibs on a great seat in the van, and that should give you enough time to do all the thinking you need.

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Looking at your bed, you nervously licked your lips, taking in a deep breath.

For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to enter, as if it would burn you if you even touched it. And it may as well have.

For the past few weeks you had had these recurring dreams… similar in nature but always different - dreams you shouldn’t be having.

You were supposed to be a proper lady; the epitome of modesty and grace of your time, just as you were taught. Yet these dreams plagued you, tarnished the image you had of yourself. Hells, you were most likely going to be married off soon! At least, if you went off the way your mother was talking. Yet if things continued as they were…

You should be the image of innocence, yet how could you be when your innocence was taken whenever you closed your eyes.

It didn’t happen every night. Some nights were peaceful, calm. Nights where you would be able to rest, were it not for the constant stress you felt over those vivid dreams.

And vivid they were.

Whenever those dreams did happen, it was always the same. A tall, handsome black-haired man would appear before you, whispering promises and filth as he crawled over you. Possessive words exiting him as he would grab your chin and kiss you, and from there on the dreams always changed.

No matter what though, you would wake up soaked and sweaty; memories of touches and pleasure haunting your mind.

Even now, just looking at your bed, you could recall the feeling of him fucking into you. It scared you. Never had you had dreams you could remember so well. So well, that you could actually feel everything from it.

Maybe it was a curse. Many women your age, hell, many of your friends even, were already married, expecting children, being perfect wives to their husbands. Maybe because you weren’t yet, the gods were punishing you. Taunting you with what you didn’t and probably would never have: a handsome husband who would adore you and your body.

“Y/N!”

The call of your name paired with the door slamming into the wall made you jump in fright as you looked back to see your mother. “O-Oh, hello-“

“What are you doing out of bed? You should’ve been in fifteen minutes ago!” She called out, shooing you forward and driving you into your bed, pulling the covers over you once you were settling in.

“Mom, I’m not a little kid anymore.” You pouted a little, yet it was a deflection of your nervousness. As much as you wanted to know why, you didn’t dare discuss these dreams with your mother. As sweet as she was, she was rather… old fashioned. Almost strict to a fault despite how she truly did show she loved you and all your siblings.

“I know you’re not but if your sisters have a bedtime then so do you. You’re the oldest and need to set a good example.”

“Mom, they’re all already asleep. I have no one to be an example to.”

“Be it to yourself.” Leaving you with nothing but that cryptic answer, your mother got up and walked to the door. “Sleep well, dear.” Letting out a hum in response, the woman smiled at you before leaving the room altogether.

Once her footsteps had faded away completely, you allowed yourself to breathe. Steeling yourself, you looked up at the ceiling before closing your eyes. “Please let me have some good sleep tonight.”

Yet you didn’t know that it wasn’t the universe or the gods who had control over that. And to the one who did, well, your pleas were impossible to hear.

- - - -

You were a moaning mess as you bounced up and down, feeling the thickness of his cock drag through your walls every time you were lifted up and pushed back down, by now just a boneless body at his whims of pleasure.

Drool escaped you as you gasped for breath, finding yourself enough to cling to his shoulders and pull him close.

Chest to chest, you moaned out, wishing you knew his name so that you could call for him, yet for right now, simply begging would have to do.

“Please, please, I’m close, I’m so close.” You gasped and the man chuckled, deep and rich, the sound shooting straight to your pussy.

“And I haven’t even touched your clit, are you truly that cockdrunk?” He lightly mocked and you squeezed your eyes shut, biting your lip in embarrassment as you nodded against his shoulder.

That seemed to delight him however, as he suddenly lifted his hands away from your hips, which he had been using to lift you up and down, to instead wrap his arms around your waist. You felt your body be lifted against his chest as he leaned back into the pillows a little bit, sitting half upright and with his feet firmly planted on the mattress, he started harshly thrusting into you from below.

The instant his dick battered into your g-spot, you came, but he didn’t stop. Fucking you through your orgasm and right into overstimulation, he wouldn’t stop until he had made you cum twice more in your sensitivity and filled you up with his thick seed.

- - - -

“Y/N, are you paying attention?” Your mother questioned as she stood before you and you nodded.

“Yes ma’am.”

“What was I just talking about?”

“The origins for the upcoming autumn festival.” You spoke and your mother hummed a bit.

“You look exhausted dear, how come?”

“Just had a bad dream is all.” You lied, picking at the corner of the book in front of you.

- - - -

Your face pressed into the pillow, you begged him for mercy.

You were in a strange bed you did not know but had been in for so many times now. You assumed it was what your mind made up as ‘his’ room. With a hand on the back of your neck, you were pinned down, three of his fingers abusing your walls from how hard he pushed them in, right before pulling them out and delivering a harsh slap to your ass, making you cry out.

“I can see you gush, don’t pretend you don’t like it.” Would be his harsh but smug words, a scowl set on his face as he would push his fingers back inside you.

“Please-!” You begged in a warbled voice, so close to releasing for the umpteenth time that night, only for him to sense it approaching exactly and pull his fingers out. “No…” Your voice was broken and ragged as you sobbed, brought to the edge over and over, only to be held from tumbling over.

“That’s it, good girl.” His voice suddenly sounded so close, his waist against your ass as he leaned over you. You wanted so bad to grind back into him, hoping for some sort of friction to trigger your release, but the hand previously inside you now firmly pushed on the backside of your thighs, keeping you pinned paired with the hand still on your neck. “No, we’re not doing that.” He hummed and you squeezed your eyes shut, another small sob leaving you.

“I-“ You stopped your words immediately as you felt his tongue trace the curve of your neck.

“Just be quiet and look pretty.” Just to be cruel, he twisted his hand by your thighs and flicked your swollen clit, making you jerk and gasp. “That’s it.” He hummed again, his lips against your ear making the vibrations shake your entire being, your walls fluttering and squeezing around nothing. “Focus on my voice, love. We’re gonna try again, and I want you to cum from just my voice.”

Your eyes widened from your haze, trying to look back only to see his eyes, heavy with lust and staring oh so enticingly at you.

No matter what, you didn’t think you would be able to do as he wanted. Though he clearly didn’t care as he bit your earlobe before introducing his fingers to your overworked walls once again.

He was going to make you cum from his voice no matter what.

- - - -

“Jojo…” You contemplatively muttered the name under your breath as you shyly walked through the streets of the town, a basket in hand as the merchants shouted their wares.

A week ago, he had finally muttered the words in your ear you had been longing to hear. He wanted you to scream his name and scream it you did. You woke up with your bed absolutely soaked that morning.

Why it took your brain so long to give a name to your dream fantasy was a mystery to you, but you were glad you now at least had a way to refer to him.

…Except you also hated it.

Now that he had a name, you felt like you were losing yourself in your own fantasies. The more you dreamed of ‘Jojo’ the more real he felt. To the point it started affecting your daily life.

You, once so compliant and willing to be the perfect wife to anyone so long as they treated you right, now judged men you walked past on the street. Your point of reference to judge them from? Jojo.

He appeared nearly every night now, leaving you with restless sleep and soaked linnen that you secretly washed every morning yourself now.

You had even taken to sleeping naked for that reason, sick and tired of having to wash your panties and nightgown as well.

Whenever you were in thought, daydreaming - it did not matter what topic it was, for inexplicably - your mind would shift to Jojo. Images of him touching you, gliding his hands all over your body, pushing two of his fingers into your mouth and moving them inside against your tongue.

These daydreams were a lot milder, yet they plagued you nonetheless, tormenting your waking mind equally as bad as your slumbering one.

It came to the point where you were seriously thinking about seeing a spiritual guider of some sort. Someone who could tell you why you had these dreams, or maybe help you rid of them.

Though that last one was what was causing a war in your heart.

On one hand you hated the dreams, on the other you lived for them.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the thoughts out of your mind, instead doing what you came here to do and walking over to the market, seeing all the preparations for the festival of tomorrow.

Maybe tonight, you would have a nice dream in honour of the festival.

- - - -

“JOJO!” You screamed out as you were pounded from behind, your front plastered to the side of a house as the two of you stood in a small alley, the festival in full spring just a few meters away, the dark hiding you both from prying eyes.

Grunting out, Jojo pushed his front into your back. “Fuck- noisy today, aren’t we?” He spoke through harsh breaths, skin slapping skin as he furiously pumped his cock into you. “Will you be this noisy in a few hours as well? Do you want to get caught? Or is it that you know this is a dream?”

His deep voice so close to your ear made you tighten around him just like he trained you to, yet his words made your eyes widen. Not ever before had your dream broken through it’s own walls of reality…

“Did that frighten you?” He spoke, still fucking you from behind yet slower, your wrists behind your back in his grip, held by just one hand while his other snaked to the front to play with your clit. “Go on, tell me.”

“I- I- yes.” You panted, your cheek smushed into the wall as you then let out a soft moan at the pressure he put on your clit, your body jolting into the wall with each of his thrusts.

“And if I appear to take you tomorrow, would that frighten you? To do exactly what I’m doing now, only when you’re awake.”

“What? Jojo, I don’t - understand!” You called out, interrupted by your own moan before continuing.

Jojo suddenly harshly pushed down on your clit, burying himself inside you as deep as he could with a hard thrust, pushing you to the wall with his hips, his entire body eclipsing yours.

“My love. My name isn’t Jojo, it’s Jotaro. Kujo Jotaro.”

The whole world seemed to collapse as he growled those words in your ear.

You had heard of him, the sorcerer who murdered the king, everyone in the country was taught about the man behind you, the murderer.

You didn’t know when this dream turned into a nightmare, but fear coursed through you from tip to toe and you were suddenly far too aware of his cock inside you, his large, left hand trapping both of your wrists, his right hand previously abusing your clit now travelling up to wrap around your neck.

Jotaro grunted as you tightened around him. Be it in fear or not, it was enough for him to want to fuck you to completion.

Slowly pulling back, Jotaro held his hand around your throat, squeezing lightly every time he thrusted in, now picking up the pace again he was going at before he started talking.

You were in a terrified haze, the man you had fallen so deeply in love with was the scourge of the land. Did you like the king? No, but what was drilled into you didn’t leave so easily. The man behind you was evil. So why had he been fucking you so sweetly over the past months?

“The tales are - hng - lies, you know.” Jotaro panted from behind you, struggling to fuck into you through the tightness of your walls. Small noises of pleasure left you even if you tried to muffle them, unable to keep yourself from arching your back into him when he stepped closer and hit your sweet spot with the new angle. “That’s it. Give in to me.”

You were unsure whether this was a nightmare or some twisted up form of reality, nothing made sense anymore. It… it had to be a nightmare, right? Yes, it had to be. You had just been so doubtful of your dreams that your brain was now twisting your Jojo into the image of someone evil.

Closing your eyes, you focused on the feeling of his member pushing into your walls, his hand holding your wrists, his grunts of pleasure. That was all Jojo. Your Jojo.

The hand on your neck suddenly shot up to your chin, twisting and tilting it back to allow himself to push his lips into yours, swallowing any moan you now let out as he hungrily kissed you.

The coil in the pit of your belly that had been steadily building got closer and closer every time Jojo hit your sweet spot, his thrusts turning a little sloppy.

Breaking the kiss, Jojo didn’t back away as all of him was touching you, his breath hitting your lips heavily with every pant. “Tomorrow I’m gonna fuck you for real and you finally will truly be mine.”

“Fuck- Jojo!” You moaned out as you came, making him slam his lips to yours again as he gave a few more rough thrusts before burying himself as deep as he could, the familiar rush of hot cum shooting up into the pit of your stomach.

“Tomorrow, sea star.”

Shooting up in bed, you were panting heavily. Rushing a hand down, you felt your own stickiness coating every part of you, your cunt, your ass, your thighs.

Just then, everything from your dream came rushing back. “Jojo…” You whimpered miserably and buried your head in your hand.

- - - -

“Can you believe that some women want to work those jobs?!”

Letting out a loud, attention-grabbing laugh, the man holding your arm seemed lost in his own world while you subtly cringed.

This morning, your mother had introduced you to the young lord, saying he had asked for you to accompany him to the festival, which she accepted.

Turns out he was far from your type.

Sure he was good looking, but everything else about him was less… appealing.

All of that beside the fact that your nightmare from this morning plagued your mind on repeat. You almost wished you could go to sleep simply to jump into Jojo’s arms and stay there.

Realising your own thoughts, you wanted to hit yourself. You were letting a dream dictate your life! Here you finally were with a suitor for your hand, and you were thinking about someone who didn’t exist! Besides, not ever had you had a dream where Jojo simply cuddled with you, so it was unrealistic to boot.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed all those thoughts to the side in favour of paying attention to all the misogynistic things Lawrence was saying - or, Larry, as he told you to call him.

Abruptly turning around, the man nearly dislocated your arm as he spotted a stall selling hunting gear. “Oh, this is a wonderful spot, Y/N! No place for a beautiful woman such as yourself however. Why don’t you go look around while I inspect this here, I’ll meet you by the fountain in twenty minutes!” He grinned before un-looping his arm from yours and pushing you away by your back, his hand nearly on your ass.

Quickly, you walked away from him. Any respite from that man was much appreciated.

Walking through the crowd, you sighed deeply, inhaling the smells of food and candles, burning oil and leathers being sold at stalls.

Looking around, you furrowed your brows a little as you recognised the environment. I mean, of course you did, this was your home town, but no, every festival flag, every stall, every barrel… they were all as in your dream.

“Are you enjoying yourself, sea star?”

The sudden presence at your back and voice by your ear made you freeze where you stood.

“You seem to be perfectly content to hang on that snob’s arm, despite what I told you last night, hm?” His breath hit your ear, his voice so familiar and recognisable, yet it was impossible. “Already going around my back, are you? I’m lucky I was paying attention.”

His voice was so much richer than it was in your dreams, it…

Getting the courage to turn around, you slowly did so, coming to stand face to face with the man you had been dreaming of.

“…Jojo.” You whispered in disbelief.

He was wearing a dark-dark blue cloak with a hood, almost appearing black, yet you could see his frame underneath it, tall, muscular, powerful. His eyes were hidden in the shadows until someone with a lantern came walking past, briefly illuminating his face and allowing you to see the turbulence in his vivid aquamarine eyes.

“Have you been unfaithful to me, Y/N? Has he touched you? Kissed you? Fucked you?”

“What? No! Larry he-“ You immediately went to defend yourself, only to come to your senses and break yourself off mid-sentence. “wait, stop. You were a dream, Jojo!”

“Oh my darling Y/N.” Jojo chuckled darkly as he reached a hand out and cupped your cheek. “I was never a dream. And I told you, my name is Jotaro. Say it right when you’re gonna be screaming it later.”

Pulling back with fear, you only got one step before the hand on your cheek instead snatched your wrist, hard.

“Why are you running?” His expression darkened and you whimpered softly at his harsh grip.

“I’m scared.” Despite your trepidation with this man, you automatically answered his question, so used to it now.

Yet what you didn’t expect, was for him to suddenly tug you forward by your wrist, enveloping you in a warm hug.

His arms around you were so familiar, a warmth radiating from him that chased the chill of the night away, his cloak soft as velvet as it fluttered against your exposed skin.

“Why are you scared?” Your eyes widened at the soft voice he used, your heart that was wildly beating almost immediately calming down some.

“I- how can I not be…” You whispered then but the feeling of his arms around you… you had been longing for so long to be held by him, to melt into his arms and just lay there. And it was everything you hoped of. Lowering your head, you buried it in his chest, tightening your arms around him.

“Good grief, your actions contradict your words, woman.” Though he said that, his tone of voice was light, playful, and you turned your head in slight embarrassment.

“Just- you’ve never held me before… it’s nice.”

Looking down at the crown of your head, Jotaro exhaled softly. For so long, he had chased after you. Watching you when he visited this town, seeing you go about your day, learning, laughing, talking with friends, playing a game of chess, changing into your nightwear - he had seen it all. You had completely enchanted him and he refused to let you go.

Even though you may not have seen him, he was always there as your shadow. And then, that one day he purposefully bumped into you as he walked past, leaving his mark on you and starting the enchantment that would allow him to walk into your dreams whenever he pleased.

He had enough of feeling the muted dreams however. Every touch, every bit of pleasure was hazy due to the dream being the nature of the enchantment, it could never be the real thing.

But now here he stood, with you in his arms, and he was determined to never let you go again. Yes… you would be coming home with him tonight. For your own safety and for his own sanity.

“Jojo…”

“It’s Jotaro.” He interrupted you when you spoke up and this made you lift your head, a sad look in your eyes, your bottom lip quivering a bit.

“I’m scared to say that.”

“In fear that saying my name would summon me? I’m already here.” Gliding his hand over the hair by your ear, Jotaro then moved it to grasp your chin. “Why does a mere name frighten you? You were begging to know my name before and I gave you an alias, but it is no less me.”

His grip on your chin was harsh and suddenly, you blinked and the candlelights of the festival were replaced with darkness. Frantically looking around with your eyes, you recognised the alley from last night’s dream.

“I’m not going to let some wives tales get in between me claiming what’s mine.”

Scared by his words, you frantically looked up at him, feeling his hand slide from your chin to wrap around your neck, only to freeze when you saw he had taken off his hood. The face hidden behind it was exactly your Jojo. His unruly mop of black hair, his nose, his lips… his eyes. Now that he was no longer veiled in the shadows, your fear slowly ebbed away.

“That’s it, just give in to me, love.” Jotaro uttered and your heart fluttered, remembering the same words from last night.

Leaning down, Jotaro tilted his head slightly as he closed his eyes, pushing his lips into yours in a soft kiss.

Unable to do anything but close your own eyes, you let them fall shut as you melted into the oh so familiar lips. They felt so much more real, more plump, more insistent than in the dreams.

Breaking the kiss for a breath, Jotaro wasted no time in pushing his lips back on yours, the hunger and excitement he felt for finally holding you now coming out as he turned around and pushed your back into the wall via the hand still on your throat.

A small muffled squeak left you and the man smirked into the kiss, opening his mouth after to force his tongue past the seam of your lips.

Clinging tightly onto his shoulders, Jotaro lightly squeezed your neck in appreciation as he tasted all of you. There was the slightest hint of the sweet cake you had earlier in the festival and Jotaro just became more and more addicted. Breathing be damned as he pushed his head forward, driving yours into the wall as he stuck his tongue as far down your throat as he could.

Meanwhile, his left hand not currently occupied started sneaking down your body, making sure to trace every spot he knew you liked on his way down.

The dress you were wearing was making things difficult however and, not wanting to break the kiss, Jotaro curled his fingers, casting a wordless spell as he magically lifted the skirt of your dress higher and higher until he grasped it.

Your breathing through your nose had turned a bit erratic, both from needing to break the kiss to properly breathe, but also in slight panic at the display of magic.

Acquiescing your wordless request, Jotaro pulled back, saliva clinging to his tongue as it was the last to pull away and disappear between his lips.

Breathing heavily, you looked up at him while he gave you a curious look, his eyes still hooded in lust, his hand holding your skirt now instead dipping under to trace circles into the skin of your thigh.

“Does such a tiny display of magic truly scare you, sea star?”

Still panting, you looked up at him, trying your best not to squirm at his touch. You were so used to everything about him in your dreams, but now things felt four times amplified. Not able to speak and still acutely aware of the hand on your throat, you gave a tiny nod.

Humming slightly, he then pulled his hand back from your thigh, instead holding his palm open right in front of you. Blue, misty particles jumped up from his palm and your eyes widened.

Leaning forward, Jotaro pushed his lips onto your ear. “Stay still, darling. Don’t move a muscle.” It was clear that this was a command, and by now you knew better than to disobey your Jojo.

Content that you still listened, Jotaro pulled back slightly, his hand still in between you two as he focused on it again. More misty particles appeared, almost the colour of his eyes as he then closed his fist before springing it open, large puffs of it shooting up. You closed your eyes in fear, squeezing them shut, only to feel Jojo’s hand leave your throat, instead sliding onto your cheek as he lifted your head.

“Be a good girl and open your eyes for me.”

Doing as he said, you slowly peeled them open, only to slowly widen your eyes. Fear gently making way for awe.

Dancing in the air around you, swimming up and down, were several ghostly glowing creatures. A whale the size of your palm was bouncing up and down, swimming around Jotaro’s head, a bunny was hopping, chasing after a tiny shark who swam around your head before hiding behind you, making you giggle softly in disbelief as he floated on your shoulder.

Just then, a butterfly came fluttering down and landed on your nose, flapping its misty wings against your cheeks. It felt so soft, the way mist felt as it rolled around, merely without the chill and moisture.

“What is this?”

“This is what I am. A sorcerer. Not whatever you’ve heard in stories.” Rubbing his thumb on your cheek, you focused from the butterfly to… Jotaro Kujo. Your Jojo.

Leaning forward once more, the butterfly flapped away as Jotaro then replaced its space, kissing you once again as his other hand came up to gently rest on the side of your neck, just holding you gently as he softly moved his lips with yours.

The magical animals slowly disappeared, falling into small glowing misty clouds that faded as you put your hands on either side of Jotaro’s face as well.

Breaking the kiss, Jotaro stayed close as he traced your cheekbone with his index finger for a second before looking into your eyes. “Y/N, be mine from now on. Come home with me. I��ll keep you safe for as long as I breathe.”

His quiet profession made your heart thud wildly in your chest and as you looked at his eyes, there was only one answer you could say. For - evil sorcerer or not - you loved this man. “Yes.”

For the first time, he portrayed genuine happiness as he moved both his hands to cup your cheek now.

Right as he went to say something however, someone appeared in the mouth of the alleyway.

“Y/N! There you are! Hey, pal!” Larry shouted loudly and Jotaro quickly yanked the hood of his cape up over his face before turning to you, not too bothered by the new appearance as he leaned into your ear.

“I’m coming to get you tonight. Don’t let him touch you.” With those words he pulled away from you before walking deeper into the alleyway, walking straight into the left corner at the dead end and walking through the wall as if it was water, rippling effects briefly visible before everything stilled, as if he was never there…

“Y/N, are you alright?!” Larry rushed over, clearly under the impression he was some valiant hero, not even thinking about how Jotaro disappeared in a dead end.

“I’m fine.” You spoke curtly, trying your best to will away your blush.

“Who was that? I’m glad I showed up when I did, who knows what could have happened!”

Your dream from last night flashed through your mind. “Yeah. Who knows…”

- - - -

The rest of the festival, you had nothing but your jittery nerves, Jotaro’s words echoing on repeat in your mind.

Larry attempted to brag to anyone who would listen how he saved you from a thug and you could do nothing but just stand silently, nodding along whenever the man looked at you.

At the end of the night, the lord clearly had one too many drinks, becoming way too forward for your likes and you just decided to leave.

As he turned around to look at something you pointed out, you slipped into a crowd of people and walked away, leaving him.

You were tired anyways, the festival not doing too much for you anymore now that you had seen the majority of it. And so, you went home.

Until late, you waited for Jotaro. Waited for him to show up as you sat in bed, ready to go at any time. But he never came.

As the late evening creeped into the middle of the night, you lost hope. You were too tired. You no longer wanted to wait for something you knew was a fantasy from the start.

So, you stripped by force of habit and got into bed, turning onto your side and sadly closing your eyes, just going to sleep.

- - - -

Letting out a soft moan, you sighed blissfully. Calm pleasure coursed through you, gently rolling over you in waves and slowly rousing you from your sleep.

Shifting a little, it was the hand being placed on your thigh that caused your mind to fully wake up from your sleepy haze.

Blinking your eyes open, you jolted upon getting face to face with the man sitting between your legs, instinctively scrambling to get back, only to have the hand on your thigh squeeze and keep you in place.

Rolling the pads of his fingers through your folds, you gasped softly, instinctively closing your thighs and trapping his hand.

“You kept me waiting.” Jotaro’s voice was deep and husky while he continued to move his fingers even while your thighs clenched, his thumb finding your clit and instantly putting pressure on it.

A soft moan left you, just as vocal as he wanted it, and Jotaro felt the corner of his lip twitch.

“Couldn’t fall asleep or is it that you didn’t want to?” At the latter half of that sentence, his words got a little darker, the smallest hint of a warning shining through but you could barely pick up on it.

“I was- I was waiting for you.” You breathed out, clenching the sheets in your hands before you opened your legs for him again as best as you could, on full display.

“I see.” Jotaro hummed, suddenly sliding two fingers into you at the same time, yet you took note of how easily they went in. “I suppose finding you like this made the waiting worth it. I took the liberty of preparing you already, you’re such a steady sleeper, sea star.”

Pushing a third and then a fourth finger in, you gasped and squirmed underneath him, feeling his hand on your thigh move to your clit that he couldn’t rub anymore now that he was fingering you.

“I’m going to take you right here on your bed. I’m going to fuck your innocence away and then I’m taking you home with me, where you belong.” He growled possessive words as he roughly thrusted his fingers into you, his left thumb abusing your clit as you moaned shamelessly and unabashedly.

“That’s it, cum for me.” Jotaro spoke through lightly airy words, enamoured by the sight of his fingers disappearing into you. Actually disappearing into you. No more haze from the dream, no more muted pleasure. This time, all of it was real. And the tightness of his cock straining in his pants proved how long he had looked forward to this.

Letting yourself go, your orgasm burst out of you, making your back arch sharply as your mouth fell open in a moan, the sensations you thought you felt a million times before so much more clear and vibrant now. Jotaro worked you through your orgasm, prolonging it as much as he could before retracting all fingers.

Looking at his glistening hand for a second, he decided against tasting you, just this time, as he instead wiped his hands on the sheets.

“Remember, there is no turning back now.”

At his words, you - who had still been stuck in your post orgasm haze - lifted your head a bit to see Jotaro staring intensely at you, his hands working on his leather pants.

“You’re mine. You were already mine but now I’m going to claim you. You’re going to be my wife, you’re going to stay by my side for the rest of eternity and I’m never letting you go, do you understand?”

Having freed his cock, the rest of his clothes seemed to disappear in a blink and your breath hitched as he grabbed his member to rub it through your folds.

Reaching your hands down, you wanted to try and grab some part of him, but Jotaro shot his free hand forward, pushing it over the space above your hands and a blue mist suddenly appeared, wrapping around your wrists and pulling them along with his hand until they were yanked above your head. Looking up, blue, ghostly shackles bound your wrists and your eyes widened a little before you looked back down, seeing Jotaro still glide his cock up and down while he looked at you.

“You’re not in control nor going to be. I’m going to fuck and breed you right here in your childhood bed. Maybe your family will hear how good I make you feel.” Jotaro growled as he leaned down to hover his face over yours, stilling his member right on your entrance. “Now tell me, would you like me to fuck this cunt, as I have done so many times before?”

Breathing heavily, you could do nothing but stare up into his handsome face, his eyes drilling into yours as you felt his insistent push at your hole. “Y-Yes. Please.”

“Please what.”

“Please make me yours.” You squeezed your eyes shut in both embarrassment as well as anticipation and Jotaro chuckled lowly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Good girl.”

With that, he pushed in and you gasped at the stretch his thick girth brought, even if he did indeed prepare you beforehand. Jotaro took it agonisingly slow, savouring every inch of entering you for the first time and giving you time to adjust to him at the same time.

He knew this was your first time actually being entered, and even though magic could take away the pain, the uncomfortableness of the stretch was something he couldn’t remove. Your hips were slightly jittery, moving ever so little to try to get used to the intrusion as he was now completely inside you, and Jotaro leaned down to fully push his lips into yours, his hands rubbing up and down on your outer thighs.

“You’re doing great.” He murmured before going back to kissing you, earning him just a small noise of acknowledgment from you as you kissed him back to your best ability.

Unable to sit still any longer, Jotaro started slowly pulling out, still kissing you, still rubbing your thighs, yet also slowly starting to fuck you open.

Breathing heavily through his nose, Jotaro held his eyes closed as he focused on the feel of your walls dragging around his cock, clinging so harshly to him as he pulled, right before pushing back into your tight heat.

Stilling his hands, he firmly grabbed the plump flesh of your thighs as he parted his lips and swiped his tongue over the seam of yours. Not giving you much reaction time, the moment you opened your mouth he shoved the lithe muscle inside, forcing you into a harsh kiss as he slowly started to pick up the pace, snapping his hips with a little more force.

Lifting your legs up, you wrapped them around his hips and pulled him closer, earning an appreciative hum from the man while he continued to thrust into you.

Breaking the kiss, the both of you were panting, sweat starting to form on your bodies as Jotaro then ducked his head and instantly started harshly sucking bruises into your neck.

You moaned, his mouth no longer there to stifle it, and you tugged on the misty chains around your wrists, wanting to put a hand in front of your mouth to stay quiet as small noises left you with each thrust.

“Please-“

“Please what?” Jotaro purred as he then harshly bit at your throat, making you tighten around his member. This in turn pulled a groan from the man as he tightly squeezed your thighs, pushing through the grip of your walls.

No longer caring for teasing you for an answer, Jotaro suddenly pulled out completely, making you let out a whimper. Grabbing the bottom of your thighs, the man then pushed them up, burying your knees at your chest as he put you into a mating press.

Pushing his chest into your legs, he pinned you down that way as he harshly thrusted back inside, starting to pound into you rapidly, his cock hitting your g-spot thanks to the new angle, making you moan loudly with each thrust.

You didn’t even spare a single thought for your family in the mansion, merely focusing on the man on top of you, the man pinning you down, the man currently squeezing your breasts, the man making love to you.

“Do you know what you did to me tonight?” Jotaro spoke through his thrusts, starting to pinch and play with your nipples as he felt his orgasm start to build. He could no longer tell via your dream when you were close, but the signs he learned to read from you were obvious as ever, your hands clenching, your hips shifting, rocking with him, your stomach contracting.

Picking up his thrusts even more, Jotaro let go of one of your breasts, in favour of bringing his right hand down to where he knew you craved it most. Yet instead of putting his attention on your clit, Jotaro curiously brought his hand just a little bit further down, right to where he was still thrusting into you. The sight of his dick being buried in your cunt over and over again was something he would never tire of, but currently, Jotaro experimentally glid his thumb over your slickened folds.

A whine underlined your moans and Jotaro felt a bang to the magic he placed on the door to keep it shut, uncaring as he pressed his thumb into the top of your hole, pushing it inside next to his own cock he was still pistoning, groaning a little at the extra stimuli and suddenly wishing it was your own fingers. That he would find you masturbating and refuse to let you pull your fingers out as he just thrust inside beside them.

“F-Fuck.” Jotaro let out the smallest of moans as he continued to move, positioning his fingers so that his middle and ring finger rubbed over your clit, pushing into it in circles and making you call out his name.

“Jotaro-! Please, gods, it’s- too much, I can’t-“

“Take it. Or I’ll push another finger in, and another and you’ll be begging me for relief.” His voice was low and commanding and instantly worked to push you over the edge.

You came with a scream of his name, arching your back into him as your walls squeezed around his cock. Taking his thumb out quickly, Jotaro continued to abuse your clit while his other hand moved to lean on your thigh, the man panting harshly as he felt you trying to milk him before he was even due, pushing him just that little bit closer to the edge.

“Fuck, that’s it-!” He grunted as he continued to thrust, pushing you right into overstimulation as he didn’t stop abusing your clit, chasing his own high now and rapidly fucking into you. “You’re mine, gonna stuff you full, gonna mark you, claim you as mine, take you- sh-shit!” Rambling on, you could do nothing but listen to his words and take his cock, folded in half and completely at his mercy as he drilled into you.

Suddenly, the bindings around your hands fell away and you gasped. Instantly reaching down, you tried to get his hand off your clit but he was immovable, forcing that knot in your belly to tighten again as you felt tears slip from the corners of your eyes.

“Jotaro, please!” You begged and the man growled in response, delivering a harsh slap to your ass that made you squeeze around him, forcing a grunt from Jotaro.

“Shut up. Just let me use this pretty hole until I’m done.”

Jotaro got more and more vocal with each of his thrusts now, his hand gently rubbing the space he just slapped before pulling back and landing another harsh blow to it. You gushed around his dick still pounding into you, moments away from another overstimulated orgasm, breaking when Jotaro slapped you again.

A drawn out moan ripped from your throat as you came again so soon, Jotaro snapping his hips into the back of your thighs as he buried himself balls deep as he came, the tip of his dick poking your cervix as he shot ropes of cum into you.

A moan left his throat as he emptied his balls, his hands rubbing all over your body placatingly, especially the stinging flesh of your ass.

Letting your legs back down, Jotaro kept his softening dick inside you, plugging up his cum as he leaned forward to kiss you.

Unbeknownst to you, a magic travelled through your body, shooting from down below, across your skin all the way to the back of where your neck met your shoulder, settling in a shimmery, aquamarine star, permanently etched into your skin.

Kissing him back, you felt as Jotaro gently lay down beside you, turning you with him so he could continue the kiss.

Exhaustion fell over you as you carefully broke away from him, only for Jotaro to bring his hand up to tilt your chin towards him, pushing his lips onto yours again. A small yet tired protesting noise left you, but Jotaro ignored it as he savoured every second, pulling you close into his body and finally giving and getting the aftercare he had been craving throughout all this time.

The spell had never allowed for it before and now the man pulled you into his body, pushing your head to his chest as he revelled in the way you continued to cockwarm him.

Travelling his hand down, he felt the faint outline of himself inside you, even when soft and he held the lightest up-tilt of his lips.

“Jojo…” You sleepily croaked the name, shifting your hips a little, five seconds from falling asleep and Jotaro moved his right hand down to your hip to still it, kneading the flesh there appreciatingly for a second while his left hand petted over the top of your hair as he shushed you.

“Go sleep. I’m not going anywhere.” Though he said that, the man couldn’t resist to bring his hand from your head down to your chin to angle it up as he then once more placed his mouth over yours.

With his cock inside you and your arms around him, the kiss was everything he needed and Jotaro knew then that he made the right choices.

Moving his lips with yours, he suddenly felt himself become sleepy as well, forcing him to break the kiss.

The magic he placed on the door and window lock was starting to siphon him and with much reluctance, Jotaro pulled out of you, pulling away from your embrace. You made just the smallest noise as he did but then sleep fully took you and as Jotaro sat up in the bed, he couldn’t help but admire the form of you he had been visiting for so long without being able to actually see it.

Getting out of the bed, Jotaro walked through the room and grabbed the discarded clothes, pushing his palms together once he did, making them disappear as he sent the items across the land to his home.

Walking back over to the bed on your side, he then turned to face the door, the window to his left in his peripheral.

Muttering a quick incantation, he held up his hands and sent a shockwave out from both the door and the window before quickly dissipating the locking spells, the blue magic that had been visible to your family from the other side fading away after they had been blasted away from the door they had been trying to break open.

Turning to you, Jotaro slid his arms under your body and scooped you up, holding you against his body and taking care to keep you asleep as the teleportation spell took hold, the familiar aquamarine mist enveloping both your forms completely while the door broke down, three people stumbling in only to see a glowing form disappear right where they stood.

Your family was too late.

Being hit with mild vertigo, Jotaro stepped forward, feeling the familiar warm grain of his home floor, making him sigh in slight relief as he looked down at your sleeping form in his arms.

“Welcome home, sea star.”

And as he carried you upstairs to his bedroom and lay you down in a bed you had been in dozens of times before, Jotaro felt peace. Finally he had you with him. For now and always.

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nightgoodomens · 2 months

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A lot of asks under the cut:

I think we figured out that this fandom can’t take criticism of anything, they had a meltdown when people called out a fictional character for being an ass, so I can imagine with them being unable to comprehend that some people do not like their queen.

I don’t understand why the concept of some people not liking other people is so horrifying and impossible to understand.

They’re all public figures, people base their opinions on what they see, some people will be indifferent, some won’t like them, some will like them, some will love them, some will hate them.

Looking for all the excuses right out of the ass why someone would hate them and it’s definitely not the idol’s fault… it is just… it ain’t that deep.

It’s fucking embarrassing honestly.

You will need to be a bit more specific regarding which issues 😅

I don’t know what she was thinking or what MS was thinking and I’m pretty happy that their situation isn’t my problem and I don’t need to go too much into it 😂 What they’re showing the public is painful to watch. We will never know what exactly was going on there but what we see/know isn’t pretty.

She shouldn’t be in the limelight because she hasn’t accomplished anything to deserve it. She isn’t in one anyway, the only people who know about her are people interested in Michael enough to care who he has kids with and find out her name AND then actually care to follow her.

I love that you said “wives” because their fans keep on making AL a wife but MS had her pop two kids out but didn’t pop the question himself.

Throw in a few “ewww” “disgusting” “depraved” “sickos” “sexist” and you’re nearly there 😂

Oh yeah - if this was about a man and a woman and they’d do 5% of what MS/DT do then you’d have articles written about it and everyone talking about it. It’s only automatically a joke because they’re two dudes.

Imagine if a man said “she’s easy to fall in love with” “I love her” “she’s my lover” stared at her lovingly constantly, called her “his partner”, and his other partner would call them “boyfriend/girlfriend”, media would be all over it and nobody would be screaming “disgusting” or a joke.

The biggest irony is that this fandom is supposed to be open minded 😂

She got pregnant at a young age by a stranger and ever since has been living in a bubble where she’s worshipped for existing by her man’s fandom who’s ensuring her she doesn’t need to do anything to be called a queen. The only jobs she scored were sorted out by him. I’m not surprised she’s still a muppet who’s learned nothing and doesn’t want to leave the fantasy bubble tbf.

She’s been obsessively copying GT to the point where I think GT has been smoothly taking the piss out of her partly for it. From “soooo linked” to “throw her a hashtag and see if it sticks” to “oh you have Getty image, here’s a cute selfie my hubby took with your man when he was happy”. Song choices have been funny too.

This fandom went downhill really quick. I scroll my dash maybe once a day and hope to see a few nice arts, scrolling through words. Art gives me the ick sometimes too unfortunately. Every time I read something I don’t even know wtf people are talking about anymore. It has nothing to do with the show.

When S3 comes out I will watch it and never check what anybody else thought about it. People ruined S2 for me and I’m not letting them do the same with S3.

Thank you for still reading this blog :)

Bruh I wish. I fucking wish. But suddenly it won’t apply when he goes all nepo on this show anyway. It’s gonna be spot the relative season.

You’d probably need to ask him this question 😅

They had one night stand, she got knocked up, he sold a lot of what he had and moved to Wales, she wanted to be big shit but the only jobs she scored were sorted out by him, she got pregnant again, she likes to take digs about him and his looks, he started looking miserable as hell with her, he paid her for a photoshoot and had GT do her promo, yet again it flopped, so now she’s suddenly feeding everyone how she totally luvs him (still slips a dig in because she can’t help herself) because heart grows fonder when shit doesn’t work out.

I don’t know why he’s with her. Maybe he’s actually deeply in love with her but decided to show the whole world that he is miserable with her for shits and giggles. Maybe they play up zero chemistry for cameras for some reason. Maybe he loves her so much he never speaks about her but perks up the second “DT” is mentioned and goes off about how much he loves him, how easy he’s to fall in love with, how good he looked in a kilt… Yeah that makes zero fucking sense, doesn’t it 😂

Responsibility I guess.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR #NightGoodOmens talks Michael and David

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kaiser-author-san-iii · 2 years

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In pursuit of happiness | Various Genshin Impact men x Reader

Summary: The task of an aunt was no easy thing, especially towards a rambunctious and curious nephew who can not sit still. After a bad car accident, the two of them awaken in the world of Teyvat where Y/n must do her best to not only keep herself and her nephew alive to find a way back home but to also beat back all kinds of suitors and become the pseudo mother to every child she meets and her nephew befriends.

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"I think one of the best days of my life was when my nephew was born. Since then, we’ve been two peas in a pod. He looks up to me though he probably shouldn’t.”

It seemed like yesterday that her nephew, [Nephew’s name], was born. They weren’t in the delivery room or even in the hospital when it happened because she was too busy dressing to impress. She was always so close to her sister knowing that she practically raised her when their parents were away at work.

He was so small, and she was understandably afraid of holding him. But once she did, she knew immediately that she would do her best to protect him from the world, from anyone that would attempt to hurt him.

She was going to become their cool, rich aunt for him.

And she did.

Seeing him grow up before her very eyes was a blessing as he always followed behind her like a duckling which everyone around them always found funny and cute. He was always seen going to her room to hang out or even ask questions. He would grin and flash his signature smile at everyone whenever they went out. He would ask so many questions about everything he saw the moment he started talking and that was slowly becoming exhausting with how much he had to say.

But Y/n knew kids his age were curious little shits. How dare you attempt to stop his pursuit of knowledge of the world around him.

In his eyes, Y/n was amazing

She was strong and cool – amazed by everything that she could do. He has immense love for her that he once upon a time ago called her mom, which she immediately corrected. He was happy with her as his aunt, especially when she was living with him and he could see her every day and tell her everything about what happened in school, who he befriended and what he ate.

Y/n played along and indulged him at home if he wanted to play any games like Pokemon or watch shows like Dinosaur King.

They even had nicknames for each other.

Though the young woman had various for him, his current favorite was Nugget because not only he liked chicken nuggets, but he loved his pet chickens. Yes, he has pet chickens. He dreams often of owning his own ranch like his grandparents and in secret, Y/n was in the works of getting ducklings.

“Today was fun!” he cried out from the backseat, sipping on the McDonald’s blue raspberry drink. The young [Hair color]-ette chuckled, looking into the rearview mirror briefly before turning her eyes back on the road.

“I’m glad, Nugget. You even made a few new friends.”

“Ehe.”

Ah, why was he so cute?!

And that was exactly why Y/n was adamant and careful whenever they went. Yes, there are some sick bastards out there that would take advantage of him but not on Y/n’s watch.

Meanwhile, [Nephew’s name] was watching. Aunt Y/n is amazing! How come there wasn’t anyone in their life?

Was she… swinging for the other team as she always put it???

It was okay if she did because she was still going to be his aunt – he just didn’t want her to be lonely but he would also be having a hard time letting her go because he was quite possessive of her. They are his favorite aunt after all.

In his heart, he hoped that whoever heard him will grant him his wish for his beloved aunt to find someone she absolutely cares and when she does, they can have kids like his parents and he could then have some cousins to play with and look after since they would be so young.

He was definitely going to be the best cousin!

‘Please… please give my aunt a happy life. She makes me so happy that she deserves to be happy too. The kind of happiness that my mommy and daddy have.’

He poured his little heart into the wish that someone indeed heard his wish.

The unknown being smiled at how selfless the wish was – to wish for the happiness of someone else even if that someone was a family member. But how could they ignore an innocent child’s wish?

Especially since they were of her blood.

However, this wish would come with its consequences.

The woman didn’t have ties to anyone that went beyond familiar love – that would have upset the boy. But the unknown being didn’t stop at this world as their vision took them to another world where there were quite a few potential candidates. They smiled happily at the discovery, but their smile soured at the thought of what was to come next.

For them to go to the other world…

As cliché as it sounded, it was all a blur what happened next as the car suddenly lost control after a car from the other lane t-boned the driver side. Y/n’s first instinct was to quickly look back at her nephew and her heart immediately dropped to her stomach seeing how scared he was as the car rolled over onto the side of the road, the other car skidding to a stop but that wasn’t important to the young woman. Once it stopped, carefully, she made her way back to [Nephew’s Name], cradling him in her arms as he sobbed almost uncontrollably. He was uninjured, which was a huge relief for her, but she didn’t leave unscathed as the glass from the windshield cut her forehead and body. Her arm was actually dislocated but she didn’t notice them as she was more concerned with the boy.

“Hey, nugget. It’s fine… Everything’s going to be okay.” She said with a strained voice as the pain grew, the boy continuing to sob into her chest.

Without even realizing it, she was drifting to sleep as the pain was getting too great.

‘He’s safe… he’s safe… Thank God, he’s safe...’

-x-

To say she was shocked was the understatement of the century as not long ago, her eyes fluttered, blinded by the sun’s light momentarily before adjusting to the wilds around her. Resting against her chest and arms, a coat was wrapped around the boy like a cocoon, [Nephew’s name] soundlessly sleeping even though she had no recollection of him falling asleep either.

Her heart suddenly ached, reminded of the car crash, tears streaming down her cheeks as she was guilt-ridden in giving him such an awful memory, possibly traumatizing him. Holding him close, ignoring the chilling breeze, she continued to give warmth to the one person that mattered to her the most. After he had woken up, he was smiling once again, knowing that his aunt was okay.

“The meaner must be punished!” he exclaimed, pouting angrily at the remembrance of the car that crashed into them earlier. This earned a chuckle before slowly sitting up more and looking around at the surroundings. It looked to be a hut of some kind and only one way to get in and out. It had no door either as that explained the way the chilling breeze was coming in. There were no sounds of firetrucks, or paramedics… heck, not even the lights from the police cars...

“Yeah. I think your mom and dad are going to have a nice chat with them.” She entertained the thought of seeing the boy’s parents suddenly beating the driver of the other car to a pulp. They were quite protective of him, and it would make for an interesting headline.

“Ha! Mommy would beat them to a pulp!”

Yes, he was her nephew alright.

“Well now. We better leave here. Maybe if we walk out close to the road, maybe someone will see us?” She asked to herself mainly as she carried the little one in her arms, marching out of the hut, the light blinding her momentarily as it then cleared up for the two to see unfamiliar woods and cliffs.

There were no cliffs where they were from.

There were plains and forests, but cliffs like the ones in front of them were nonexistent in their hometown.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw masked figures that had fur around their necks and their skin colored dark. They had horns protruding from their head besides their masks that covered their faces. They all noticed the two that were exiting the hut and Y/n quickly hugged her nephew close when they walked closer only to then present fruits and cooked fish for them.

[Nephew’s name] hopped out of his aunt's arms, walked towards the strange creatures, and saw apples in one of the baskets. To the creatures, they felt warmth as they were in their presence, both the young woman and the child as the boy gently took one of the apples and smiled brightly. They all were so blessed to have witnessed the pure happiness of the child as they quickly went to the young woman and pulled her along.

“They’re trying to feed us! And it looks like they healed you too, auntie!” [Nephew’s Name] said as he happily bit into the apple as Y/n looked at her body, now noticing that her arm was back in place and her arms were covered in bandages and some healing ointments.

Looking back at the creatures, she smiled gently.

“Thank you for healing me. And I suppose you helped in sheltering us, did you?” She asked the leader of the group, who nodded their head vigorously and wore what looked like robes and carried around an enormous staff that liked two times bigger than itself and edged the basket of fruit closer to them. She didn’t know how long she was asleep, but it had to be a long time for her stomach to growl at that exact time.

Around the same time, as she walked, the ground beneath her and her nephew cheered, and the winds blowing through the camp hummed in delight like all life around them. The creatures did the same, dancing happily as they had the two walk with them to see even bigger versions of themselves.

‘She’s back!’

‘She has returned!’

‘A child of Teyvat! She brings a child of Teyvat!’

‘She’s returned!’

‘She returns with an heir!’

‘An heir!’

‘Our divine creator and an heir!’

-x-

A year had passed quickly before Y/n and her nephew, grew accustomed to their new lives, with at first mourning the fact that there was still no way home and quite possibly never. Second, they, mainly Y/n, had to quickly find a job or two to be able to support her nephew. Luckily, she was a good writer and painter so when she started to set her painting station out for the public to see and when she finished one, people started to commission her one after the other. Though she now had a permanent job, she did a lot of traveling due to people of other nations discovering her talent but also because her nephew wanted to explore the lands.

In that year, you heard excited whisperings and tales that the people of this world, Teyvat, were in search of their Divine Creator.

Before the existence of the Archons, Teyvat and Celestia were the Divine Creator. The Divine Creator was a being of light and full of love before then creating the gods and Celestia with a song. The gods sang along with the creator as they created the stars, the skies, the seas, and winds, and Teyvat itself. There was peace and harmony as the Divine Creator sang again by itself to create humans and the creatures that will roam Teyvat.

Before the Archon Wars, it was said that the Divine Creator objected to the war, finding it unnecessary for all the gods to fight to the death while also endangering Teyvat and all that lived in it. But just before their decision was accepted, a strange light surrounded them, and where her figure was before, it was empty.

She was gone.

The Gods in Celestia, the creatures of Teyvat, and every other being cried out at the disappearance of their Divine Creator, but none more in anguish than Teyvat themselves. There were shouts louder than the rest as putting their sorrows into the wars that were about to happen. Their pain went into anger as they killed mercilessly and a few devout followers cried at such destruction, a feeling of knowing that this wasn’t what the Divine Creator wanted.

Many centuries passed and with the few surviving gods, becoming the next Archons, Celestia was still unsatisfied as the Divine Creator has yet to be found or have come back yet. Some had proclaimed that the Divine Creator was just a myth, a metaphor of what really happened that triggered the Archon Wars. But that didn’t stop the Archons that ruled the current nations of Teyvat to await their return wherever they may be.

It was a good story as Y/n decided to recount the tale to her nephew, his eyes sparkling at the fantastical theme about it.

But it was all real to the people here as military groups and adventurers alike were on the same zealotic mission of finding this Divine Creator. It got so big that even the Archons and the people in charge of the nations themselves were joining in on the searches.

“Auntie! Let's go to Starfell Valley! Or we can go to Falcon Coast! Maybe Mt. Hulao near the stone forests! You haven’t drawn those places yet!”

This got a chuckle out of the young woman as she held her energetic nephew’s hand, who was savoring a sticky honey roast as they decided to head out into the wilderness back home to the camp of Hilichurls where they stayed as they finished buying supplies. Though as they went back out, Y/n didn’t notice the looks that the men were giving to her though [Nephew’s Name] did as he cautiously tilted his head a bit and there were little pops of explosions that broke their stares and focused more on not burning to death.

Hah, it was going to be a while to find someone worthy of his aunt.

“Perhaps we can go traveling tomorrow. It’s going to be sunny all day after all.”

“Yeah! And the Hilichurls can come with us too!” He wasn’t going to let his aunt know that he had some powers. He was her knight in shining armor for now thanks to the Hilichurls and giving him lessons.

They had endured this long, they can endure a while more as they survive in this world long enough to go back home.

-x-

The representatives of the Seven Nations of Teyvat gathered in the meeting room, their nation's Archons behind them as they stared down at the map. There were red markers, x’s crossed out in places that they have checked and places where they remembered the Creator to frequent when she visited Teyvat in person.

“So far, she is not there. We’ve had many still keep an eye out for her.”

They all remembered how that warm feeling suddenly appeared.

The Archons recognized the warmth as they have been in such presence long ago. But it was much stronger now as they roamed the wilderness of Teyvat, but the closer that they got, the warmth would disappear and reappear somewhere else.

They were adamant and zealous enough to continue to use their resources to comb through Teyvat and find their Divine Creator and worship her, letting her see the fruits of her labor grow to what Teyvat currently is.

As all this was happening, Y/n sneezed, covering her face as she looked around everywhere, her face a bit heated from letting out a sneeze.

“I think someone’s talking about you, Auntie.” Said the young child beside her, his hand in hers as they walked together through Liyue today, her bag of goods and her trusty sketchbook in hand.

“You think so?”

“I know so! Though I hope it's none of those Knights of Favonius in Mondstadt… or the Commission… the guards here too because you’re so pretty.”

“You say that because you’re my nephew, Nugget.” Y/n pinched his cheeks lightly, earning a giggle out of him which made the winds and the plants flutter to life, blessed to hear their heir’s laughter.

Amused as well as they were blissfully unaware of the chaos that was happening around them.

Well I initially posted this first on Ao3 and it seemed a lot of people liked it and I was initially reluctant I posting it here. But thanks to a friend who introduced me the game, I couldn't put it down. And to be honest, this story started off as an Isekai not a SAGAU. But Tumblr is full of this so i had an idea inspired by some adventures I have with my own nephew. I hope you like it.

#self aware genshin au #genshin impact cult au #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin sagau #female reader

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Caroline Graham Hansen | The ring

A/N: I’m gonna cry, I love need to find myself someone like her 🥹

T/W: You might fall in love with my wife

I looked at Caroline with tears in my eyes as i nodded. The tall Norwegian woman was standing in front of me on one knee with probably the most flashy and expensive looking ring I had ever seen. “Ja, Caroline!” I said as I was jumping up and down in excitement. Caroline stood up and picked the ring up from the box as she placed it on my finger. “Fits like a glove, Kjære» She said as she kissed my hand. I suddenly recognised the ring as I gasped ruining the bliss of the moment. “This is a Cartier ring?” I said as I looked closely at the ring. “Yes, we can always get it back exchanged if you don’t like it, I can even get you another one. Just tell me and I’ll tak-“ she begun rambling not being the one to fuss about prices or money. I had grown up poor, and I was right now wearing a ring that costed more than my grandparents house. “This was expensive Caroline! You shouldn’t be spending so much of your hard earned money on me!” I stated as a gasped. Caroline hugged her body into mine and embraced me while she kissed my head. “When it comes to you, I don’t look at prizetags, Skatt”

The next morning we got up to work as usual. We had been together for only a year leading up to this engagement, but Caroline had suddenly figured out that she wanted to get married and she wanted kids. If that were to happen while she was still young, then she had to act quick. Caroline wasn’t really keen on marriage when I had met her which was seemingly obvious as she was 30 years old and has yet to have a girlfriend. We still hadn’t told anyone about our relationship at all. She had made a somewhat anonymous post on her instagram earlier, but nobody picked up that it was me on the picture.

The girls were chattering away as I entered the warderobe, silently going to my cubby while putting my cleats on. Caroline slipped in a few minutes later just like we always did. Ingrid and Mapi was chattering about if they were to get a dog or a cat next while Alexia was in one of her moods. I was tying my hair up when I heared someone vocal a shock as everyone turned silent. I turned around to see Alexia pointing to my hand. “Aios mio! That’s a ROCK!!” She screamed while holding up my hand. “Look at the size of this rock!! Where did you get it??” she screamed as she adored it. Caroline was looking somewhat proud in her corner but she didn’t speak. Ingrid then put two pieces together and came to the realisation that it was in fact an engagement ring. “It’s- Are you engaged?” The Norwegian screamed overly excited while jumping up and down. The intensity of the room increased as everyone was waiting for an answer. I nodded and the girls broke out in cheers and applause. “Who is the lucky one?” Ingrid asked as she looked closely at the ring. I hesitated for a second, “alexia” I said jokingly. Alexia turned around and laughed as she was in on it “si, jealous Ingrid?” Alexia spat out. “That makes sense, it looks like something none of us could afford!” Ingrid states. “I didn’t even knew you had a boyfriend! Congratulations doll!” Ona said as she inspected the ring closely. Alexia laughed “well, If we need someone to help us win, we will just let Benedicte tackle them. That monstrosity of a rock can take an eye out!” The girls all laughed as I laughed with them and shook my head. I taped up my ring and then we ran out for practice.

The practice was rough, and I had to skip to the warderobe as I forgot my waterbottle. When I entered, I saw Caroline getting ready for her physio appointment. “Well look at that pretty girl with that pretty ring” she said as she smiled and reached for my hand. She kissed it and I giggled. “What would your boyfriend say about this huh?” She said as she kissed me quickly as I smiled into the kiss. I loved her silly side, but she rarely showed it to anyone but me. “MAMMA, MAM-“ I turned around and there she was in all her glory. The daughter of Mapi and Ingrid. She definitely was Mapi’s daughter as she was way too curious for her own good. Me and Ingrid grew up together, so I knew the toddler well. “MAMMA, TANTE BENEDICTE KISSED CARO” the toddler screamed as I chased her down the field to her parents. “SHHH” Ingrid said as she tried to shut the toddler down. Mapi was standing next to her shocked. “No, no Caroline, that’s not cool! She got engaged dude, that’s disgusting!” Mapi said as she spat out her words. Ingrid smacked her in the back of her head. “Are you dumb or did someone drop you on your head as a child?” She hissed as the situation now had caused the girls to stand around us. Caroline was behind me laughing hysterically and i was red as a tomato.

“Caroline, you should be laughin-“ Mapi started again but got cut off by Ingrid. “Use your braincells please” she said as she shook her head. “What? Oh-“ Mapi trailed of as she realised it. “Benedicte is engaged to Caroline you absolute baboon” Ingrid said as she shook her head not believing that her partner could be this amount of oblivious. Everyone started cheering, congratulating and we all celebrated on the field together.

Graham95 One of us is gonna have to get a new jersey.

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Ingrid_Engen: The cat is finally out of the bag! Congrats 🫶🏼🫶🏼

GuroP: The newest Norwegian powerhouse.

Marialeonn16: I’m oblivious but obsessed

BenedicteGraham: That will be you xx

Graham95: We’ll see about that.

BenedicteGraham imagine moving across the world only to find forever in another Norwegian.

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#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen imagine

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dreamersbcll · 10 months

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“I came back” - inspired by the talented @samcscreams

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Sam wasn’t supposed to come back. She had promised herself to stay away.

But she was twenty-one now. She was clean and hadn’t touched a drink or narcotic in a year. And it was Tara’s birthday.

Her baby girl was turning sixteen. And Sam was determined to see her.

But like most things in Sam’s life, it went sideways.

Sam had just pulled into her old home, staring up at the bedrooms that she once lived in. She knew her mother wasn’t around, as it was two o’clock on a Saturday, happy hour at the bars. She also knew that Tara wasn’t home, due to the curtains being drawn. Her baby sister only opened the curtains if she was home.

As she exited her car, she took a deep breath. She was clean. She was sober. She had clean clothes on and her hair was brushed. Sam was a put-together woman who would be worthy of her sister’s time.

She made her way to the front door, preparing to enter. As she put her hand on the doorknob, the door whipped open, and Sam was face to face with the last person she wanted to see in this godforsaken town.

Amber Freeman.

Granted the girl was older now. Her black hair was longer, and she wore a modest amount of makeup. She had on a winter coat, and car keys in hand. Shit. Sam should’ve known that the red Corvette parked on the street was somebody’s car. Amber’s eyes were wide in shock, and if Sam could see herself, she probably looked the same.

Sam licked her lips, her mouth dry. She racked her brain for something to say. Anything to say. Luckily Amber beat her to the punch.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You shouldn’t be here. You left for a reason,” hissed the girl, her eyes darkening in rage. Amber closed the door behind her, forcing Sam to step off the doorstep.

Sam swallowed hard, holding her hands up in surrender. “I know, I know. But I’m here now. And it’s her birthday, Amber. I want to see her turn sixteen. Please, let me see her. Please,” she whispered.

She wasn’t above begging anymore. She didn’t have the high ground, and she knew that. But she was hoping Amber would remember how kind and sweet Sam was to her. Maybe that would spur the girl to let her see Tara.

But she was very wrong.

Amber threw her head back laughing and clapping a bit. ”Oh good. The wonder child has returned to make amends. And on Tara’s birthday at that!”.

The girl cleared her throat, taking a step forward. Sam stepped back, letting the girl force her back into her car. Sam felt her back hit her passenger door, and she tried to stand tall, despite the teenage girl with a murderous look on her face.

Amber’s knuckles turned white as she balled up her fists at her side. “But you left. You broke her, Sam. Do you know how long it took to put her back together? How she didn’t leave her bed for days? Do you understand what you did to her?”

Sam’s breath caught in her throat, a strangled noise escaping her mouth. “I didn’t mean to. Please, give me a chance, I love-”.

“No. You don’t get to sit there and tell me you love her. If you loved her, why did you leave her? Why did you ignore her for five years and then physically leave her for three more? You’re such a fucking hypocrite, Sam,” the girl hissed, cutting her off.

Sam felt the words die on her tongue, her eyes welling up with tears. She knew that coming back was going to be the hardest thing she had ever done. But she wasn't anticipating going up against the girl who had such a grip on Tara.

Truthfully Sam never liked Amber. She never liked the possessive grip she had on Tara, and how she could make Tara do anything she wanted. Amber Freeman was an oppressive force on her baby sister, but Sam had checked out years ago. She had let this girl infest her sister’s life. Who was she to try and take Tara back?

“Please, Amber. Just two minutes. I bought her a gift, see?” she softly said, showing Amber a wrapped-up gift box that sat in her passenger seat.

The girl scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh wow. You bought her a gift. Congrats. What about the years of neglect and estrangement you gave her? Wasn’t that a gift enough?”

Sam bit her tongue, trying to be peaceful. “You don’t understand anything, Amber. I’m sorry that I left here but you don’t understand why I did. You’re too young to get it.”

There Sam saw it. The switch in personalities. The instant darkness swept over the teenage girl. It was as if a switch had been flipped, a violent one at that.

And then Amber spoke the words that Sam tried so hard to bury. The same words that forced her hand into escaping.

“You mean that Billy Loomis is your father?”

Sam felt her world flip before her. How did she know? Why did she know?

She clapped a hand over her mouth, shame burning in her gut.

Did Tara know?

Amber laughed at Sam’s expression, pure glee in her eyes. “Yeah, Sam. We know. Was Tara supposed to just be okay with finding out that your father is a murderer? Get fucking real.”

Sam stuttered, her words stumbling out of her mouth. “I didn’t know, I mean, this isn’t me. I’m not like him. I’m not- I don’t kill! I’m sorry!”.

The girl reached over and tapped Sam’s car. “Save it, Sam. Now what you’re going to do is get in your car, drive back to whatever hell hole you crawled out of, and never come back. Got it?” she hissed.

With her hands shaking and tears blurring her vision, Sam nodded. She did as Amber said, and drove out of Woodsboro.

She ended up throwing out the gift she bought, into a trash can outside of the first bar she drove to.

With her sobriety broken and her truth out, she never planned to return again.

#scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #amber freeman #sam returns and it doesn’t go well #amber finds her first #i love this prompt i’m sorry #carpenter sisters #ao3 author #my writing tag #AU: i’ve got blood on my hands

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samgirl98 · 4 months

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Mending a Family 34/?

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It’s for the kids. It’s for the kids.

Jason shoveled the pile of pony crap to the side while fuming.

It was cold, he was far away from the warmth of a bonfire, and he was hungry. Having a fire core didn’t mix well with the cold.

The school had decided to do a small winter festival the day before winter vacation had started. Some local vendors had been invited, and a few people from the village had decided to visit the little festival.

Jason had been stuck with shit work because of his tardiness to the PTA meeting. That’s what he got for being a good Samaritan and stopping to help an old couple with a flat tire. By the time he had made it to the meeting, all the other jobs had been taken, and he had mysteriously been elected as the designated pooper scooper.

That was one point to Avril fucking Dubois.

Jason gritted his teeth as another pony crapped on the snow. He never knew ‘steaming pile’ was a literal thing.

It didn’t help that the cold made him cranky, and he hadn’t seen his family in a while.

Jason had given Jazz and Danny money so they could play the games and go to the booths to buy things.

Thankfully, the pony rides would close in an hour, giving Jason another two hours to walk around and have hot chocolate with his family. Jason was imagining the warmth of hot chocolate when he heard a snobby voice.

“You missed a spot, Jay. We wouldn’t want the children to step on something unpleasant, would we?”

Jason could feel his blood pressure rising as Avril and her snotty henchwomen laughed.

Avril was wearing a coat that Jason recognized as being from an expensive brand. She wore heels and her ever-present pearls. Who wore heels when they were going to be walking for long periods in the snow?

“Avril. How you’ve been? How’s your daughter? Do you even know where she is?”

Jason knew for a fact Sarah had been with Danny and Jazz last. The poor little girl was often neglected by her mother unless she wanted to show Sarah off. Poor Sarah always looked miserable when her mother would parade her around.

“How dare you? I know where my daughter is and actually take care of her. She has her mother, unlike your poor little boy.”

Jason rolled his eyes and ignored the woman. Eventually, she and her clique left. Jason finished his hour and happily left the area when the ponies’ handlers took them away. Jason was glad he decided to bring a change of clothes. He changed and went to look for his family.

He found his little family by the Christmas tree. Little Sarah was nowhere to be seen.

“Daddy,” Danny ran up to him and hugged him.

“Hey, chum, you having fun?”

“Yeah! I bought a few things and ate a lot of yummy food.”

“Where’s Sarah?” Jason knew the little girl had wanted to hang around Danny the whole time and even rode a pony alongside Danny. She was nowhere around now.

Jazz came up and handed him a hot cup of chocolate and something called a butter tart. Bless her heart. Jason felt the warmth go down and settle in his stomach. The heat helped a little with his bad mood.

“Her lovely mother showed up about an hour ago to drag her away.”

Jason winced. It was his fault Sarah had been taken away. He hoped the little girl wasn’t in trouble with her mother. He shouldn’t have brought her up and let Avril keep needling him instead. He made a mental note never to do that again. No matter his problem with Avril, he shouldn’t stoop to Avril’s level and bring the children in.

Danny took Jason’s free hand and looked at his father.

“It’s not your fault, daddy. Besides, Sarah and I had fun playing games the whole day.”

Jason sighed. He let go of the guilt for the moment.

“C’mon,” Jazz said, “you’re probably cold, and there’s a nice bonfire over there. We can buy marshmallows to roast.”

“Yeah, but first, I want another hot chocolate.”

Jazz smiled at him.

“Don’t worry, big brother, I’ll get you one. Here, take Ellie’s stroller. You’ve been busy all day and deserve some rest.”

“You sure? I can get it.”

Jazz stretched his cheeks.

“You’re freezing, have a fire core, and have been shoveling poo all day. Go have fun with your son and niece while I get more chocolate. You want some Danny?”

“Yes, please.”

Jason, Danny, and Ellie sat on the bench nearest to the bonfire. The licking fire felt nice. Danny scrunched his nose at the fire and sat on the ground, playing with bits of unmelted snow. Ellie was starting to nod off in her stroller.

Jason called the guy selling marshmallows and bought two sticks. He gave on to Danny and took one for himself. Jason felt content watching the marshmallow start to brown when he heard Avril’s voice.

“And she also has a kid but with no father! Can you believe it? The brother has a son with no mother, and his sister is a hussy who doesn’t have a father for her daughter. She probably doesn’t even know who the baby’s father is.”

It didn’t take a genius to know who the bitch was gossiping about.

An older lady was tsking and gasping as Avril talked. He didn’t know who the older lady was. They were both roasting marshmallows, too. Jason was surprised Avril would even touch a marshmallow, let alone roast one.

“Those poor kids are going to grow up damaged,” the older lady said.

Jason gritted his teeth and glared at the fire.

He didn’t care if Avril talked bad about him, but she was going too far with talking shit about his family.

Thankfully, Danny seemed too preoccupied to pay attention to what Avril had said.

From his peripheral, Jason saw Avril take out the marshmallow and start to blow on it. Jason’s glare intensified. The marshmallow didn’t go out.

“What the…,” Avril kept blowing on the thing, but no matter how much she did, the fire didn’t go out. Suddenly, the fire intensified.

“Aww!”

Avril let go of the flaming marshmallow, which fell on her expensive coat.

“Aww! Put it out! Put it out!”

It took Jason a moment to realize that he was the reason the fire wouldn’t go out. Oh, fuck. Jason took a deep breath and tried to get his emotions under control.

“No, not with that!”

Jason opened his eyes in time to see a man pouring hot chocolate on Avril.

“You idiot, that’s going to stain!”

“Mommy, daddy, what’s wrong,” Sarah and a boy who looked like a male version of Avril came running.

“Your father decided to ruin my coat! Come on. We’re leaving.”

“But mom,” the little boy started whining.

“Now!”

Avril had taken a few steps when she slipped on a patch of ice that had appeared suddenly. Jason flinched when she hit the ground hard.

He turned to look at Danny, but he was roasting his marshmallow, pointedly not looking at the drama that had unfolded.

“Honey, I told you not to wear heels.”

“Shut up, Harold, and help me up.”

As soon as she got up, she marched toward the parking lot.

“What happened there,” Jazz asked as she sat down and handed Jason the hot chocolate.

“Karma,” he answered. Jazz looked at him suspiciously before shrugging. Danny grinned at him and ate his marshmallow.

Jazz didn’t need to know what happened.

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sukunasbabygirl · 1 year

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thoughts on anakin x padme?

I’ve given a few of my thoughts in my Padme post but Anidala is probably one of my favourite Star Wars relationships simply for the way they’re written.

It’s made very clear in the movies and TCW that they love each other - a lot. Their relationship is hard to keep a secret because of that fact. They’re so in love that they just can’t stop themselves from stealing little glances and making subtle flirty remarks.

But what Anidala also shows is while love is the foundation for a relationship, it also has to be built on trust, something they lack. They live a secret life with a marriage that is built on lying to people, and often times they don’t trust each other, especially Anakin, but Padme has her moments as well.

They respect each other absolutely. Part of that respect is probably why Padme fell for Anakin in the first place, because considering Clovis is her ex, Anakin simply respecting her boundaries and when she says ‘no’ is more meaningful to her than she lets on. And he’s usually okay with her going on missions, hell he he’s fought alongside her multiple times. It’s only when someone like Clovis is involved that he snaps. Again, he respects her, but he doesn’t always trust her like he should.

Anakin latched onto Padme a lot as a kid being as she was one of the few positive experiences he had, and the fact he didn’t let go of his crush on her for ten years is a subtle nod to the fact Anakin struggles to do so. He cant let go. He puts Padme on a pedestal constantly and at times she is the most perfect woman in the world, but that can shift so suddenly the minute Anakin starts to overthink and becomes even the littlest bit paranoid. Sometimes, yes, he is that stupid, kind, passionate desert boy, the one who comforts Padme when she’s low, who holds her gently, who teases her and tells her constantly that she’s the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. Sometimes, however, he’s not that, and he’s someone else entirely: dangerous, easily angered, bitter, possessive and jealous. I think Padme separates these two sides of Anakin like most people separate Anakin and Vader - it’s just easier for her that way.

All red flag jokes aside with Padme, she really is aware of how dangerous her husband can be, and she knows how far he can go. She knows that she should tell someone. She knows this lifestyle isn’t good for her. And yet, she loves him. After years of her needs outside of politics being ignored, Padme is desperate for a connection with someone who loves and respects for who she is. From Anakin, she has that, and he’s sweet to her in a way no one really ever has been before. She isn’t willing to let that go. When she does set a major boundary, when she suggests they shouldn’t see each other anymore, she ends up falling back on it very quickly. She knows it’s an unhealthy relationship, but it’s also a relationship she feels loved in by a man she loves equally as much, and this man is the only person she feels like she can truly be herself around.

I always say this about Anidala but it is absolutely a co-dependant relationship. Not to mention their relationship constantly switches between being like the honeymoon phase, to them arguing over something, and then immediately going back into the honeymoon phase like nothing ever happened.

They love each other, but they aren’t good for each other. They are the definition of two characters making each other worse. They are THE idiots in love. They are lovers to enemies. They are not fixing each other anytime soon. Everything is wrong with them and they could probably benefit from couple’s counselling.

That being said, I genuinely believe had Anakin not turned and had Luke and Leia been raised by them… it may have been enough to kick Anidala into a healthier direction because, despite the fact these two are far from mentally vibing, I think even Anakin would be able to recognise that he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt his kids in any way and he wants to be better for both them and Padme. Parenthood would change both of them for the better and in this essay- (I will not be writing another essay sadly)

This is all verily messily structured but uh, smth smth live laugh love. Will probably draw them at some point once I get my art motivation back. I hold them dearly but I also send them to therapy. Anyone who tells you Padme is the braincell is lying I say LYING. My girl dropped it the minute she looked at Anakin and thought ‘hey he’s kind of cute.’ She’s still looking for it to this day.

#asks #star wars #star wars analysis #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #anidala #padme x anakin

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Going Under Ch. 23

summary: another night at the compound. Wanda has a bad dream. Gianna asks Bucky to stay.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: you're the one - greta van fleet

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: some hints as to where the plot is going...some angst, but TRUST ME. I plan to have plenty of fluff too. thanks for reading, xo!

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Gianna’s voice rang out across the stage, cutting through the air with the kind of intensity that only came from a woman scorned.

Her presence was different than before. Her eyes didn’t twinkle, her smile wasn’t audible in the way she sang, she didn’t dance around the stage. There was no glitter, no pastels, no mistaking her for some kind of character from a fairytale.

This time, she was cold. Closed off. Her eyes were hardened, darker. There was no sign of a smile on her face, her pretty features icy even under the heat of the spotlights. She clutched the microphone with both hands, never removing it from the stand. Her eyes remained locked on the camera, gliding down the wire as it filmed her.

She knew, somewhere, he was watching.

“Wanda! WANDA!”

She jolted awake with a start, assessing her surroundings immediately. Steve and Natasha’s worried faces hovered over her, with Peter’s not far behind them. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she looked around the common room.

“What happened?”

Nat sat down on the couch next to her. “I think you were having a nightmare.”

“You looked…upset.” Steve frowned.

“That, and the lamp was floating,” Peter added sheepishly, gesturing to the piece of decor in his hands. Thank God for spidey senses, or it would probably be shattered all over the floor.

Wanda rubbed her eyes with her hands. “Sorry guys, I haven’t had one in forever.” Feeling their worried gazes still on her, she forced a smile. “I’m good, promise. I just shouldn’t nap after eating so much candy.” Peter ducked as she threw an empty skittles bag at him.

Steve glanced at Natasha briefly before nodding, turning to Peter. “Alright, kid, let’s get back to it. Someone’s gotta show these recruits how to take a punch.”

Groaning, Peter traipsed out the door after him. “Something tells me it’s not gonna be you.”

When the elevator doors had closed behind them, Natasha turned back to Wanda, the room silent. “Was this one like before?”

Wanda hung her head, replaying the scene in her head. “It felt…similar. It felt so real. But I don’t understand, it doesn’t make sense.”

Nat put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. “What happened? Who…who was the dream about?”

“It was Gianna.” Wanda squeezed her eyes closed. “She was performing again. She looked…broken. Angry. I could feel her pain, it was overwhelming. She felt…alone.” She looked directly at Natasha. “She felt abandoned.”

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“Care for some company?”

Gianna looked up from where she sat out on the balcony, watching the sunset across the lake. Her hair was damp from showering, staining the shoulders of her sweatshirt. She tucked her notebook behind her knees, hiding it from the subject of her writing.

“It depends, is the company as handsome as you are?”

Bucky grinned, looking down. It was almost painful how adorable she found his humility. Even after all this time, he still struggled to take a compliment, especially from her.

“Guilty.” He sat down in the overstuffed patio chair next to her. “Didn’t feel like going all the way down tonight?”

“I ate way too much lasagna for that kind of a trek,” Gianna put a hand over her stomach, groaning. “Plus, I’ve gotta save something for the morning. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my daily schedule isn’t exactly overflowing.”

“If you want, I can sign you up for a shift helping Sam train air agility.” Bucky shrugged. “It’s the most fun job in the whole place.”

She raised an eyebrow, already seeing where this was going. “How exactly do you help him train air mobility?”

“Mainly by throwing things at him while he flies. Rocks, benches, tires, Peter…” He trailed off, chuckling as Gianna shoved him, giggling despite herself.

“Be nice!”

“Okay, okay, no training for you.” He gestured to her notebook. “New song?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She winked, holding it to her chest.

“Alright.” He looked at her for a second before standing up and silently walking towards the doors.

“Wait, hey!” Gianna called after him. “Where are you going?”

He smirked over his shoulder as he pulled open the door. “Two can play at that game.”

Moments later, he reappeared through the door holding a small black leather notebook and pen. She eyed him as he returned to his seat next to her, opening it without a single look at her. Clicking his pen, he began to scrawl onto the page.

“Are you making fun of me?” Gianna cocked her head to the side.

“Ah, I wouldn't dream of it.”

She watched him write, a suppressed smile set on his stubbled jawline. After a moment, she clicked her own pen. “Fine.”

They sat quietly for close to ten minutes, the scratch of pen on paper and rustle of wind in the trees filling the air. Unable to focus on her lyrics any longer, Gianna gave in. “Alright, I cave. I’m tapping out.”

Bucky looked up at her innocently, pen still hovering above the page. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, you’re clearly baiting me with something.” She rolled her eyes. “Where did you even find that? Is it Peter’s? If it’s for one of his classes, he’s gonna freak out when he sees it’s gone.”

“It’s mine.” He blinked.

She narrowed her eyes. Over the past few months, she’d gotten exceptionally good at reading his poker face. Either he’d leveled up recently, or…he wasn’t kidding.

“If it’s yours, then how have I never seen it?”

“I really only write in it at night.” He shrugged. “You were either asleep on the bus or in your own room.”

Her posture changed as the tone shifted from teasing to vulnerable. “What do you write about?”

“Oh you know,” His smirk returned. “A list of everyone who’s ever wronged me, the names of all the women I’m juggling, new things to throw at Sam…”

Gianna scoffed, smacking him with her own book. “I knew it, you’re messing with me!” Bucky laughed, covering his head from her blows. She saw an opportunity and lunged, snagging the book out of his hand and jumping out of her chair.

“Wait - Gianna,” He leapt after her, one step behind as she scurried to the corner of the balcony, the pages already open. Bucky breathed out, watching as her eyes began to process the words. Her smile sank, eyes flicking across the words.

Week two of tour. Tried fancy coffee, turns out it isn’t bad. Hazelnut latte (if they ask what milk, say regular)

Gianna is different than I thought. Soft, kind. Funny. She made me play carnival games I haven’t played since Steve and I were kids. I don’t think she knew how much I enjoyed it. I need to be nicer to her. She tries so hard to make me feel welcome.

I think she’s glad I’m here. I’m glad too.

She flicked a few pages ahead, heart pounding in her chest.

Remember - Gianna doesn’t like rushed mornings. She said it makes her feel like she’s on a hamster wheel. Can try waking her up earlier than scheduled so she can get coffee? Or I could bring it. I’ll try tomorrow.

Also, Steve finally starting to admit he has feelings for Nat. Maybe they’ll have it figured out by the time I get back.

She flipped ahead.

She asked me to stay with her. I know it’s just because she’s scared. I wish it wasn’t.

I wish I could take away everything scary in her world. I don’t want to see her cry ever again. I want to wipe her tears and keep away anything that threatens to bring them back.

And then I hope she still wants me to stay with her.

Gianna looked up, eyes brimming. She slowly lowered the book down and stepped to Bucky. He stood, tense, waiting for her reaction. Gently setting the book down on a chair, she stepped into his arms, wrapping him into a hug. He relaxed in her embrace, breathing out and resting his chin on her head. Her fists held bunches of his shirt as she clung to him, the last bits of evening sun warm on their skin.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled her head back and looked up at him. Her eyes were watery but crinkled at the corners, the way they always were when her smile spread across her face.

“I want you to stay.”

He nodded, playing it cool as he looked over her head and soaked in the sunset. His lips were curled in the slightest smile as he panned the horizon, holding her. Finally looking down, his blue eyes settled on hers. “You can’t take that back.”

“Why would I ever want to?”

Finally, Bucky’s grin broke through. He knelt down and picked Gianna up, hands grabbing the back of her legs and pulling them around his waist. She squealed in surprise as he spun her around, throwing her arms around his neck for stability. When he stopped turning, she put her hands on his cheeks, relishing in the feeling of his smile lines beneath her hands.

Gianna turned her head and ever-so-sweetly pressed her lips to his. The grin was still spread across his face, making her giggle into the kiss. After pressing several rapid-fire pecks on his lips, she pulled back and looked at him.

“I mean it,” She tucked a strand of dark hair behind his ear. “Stay with me. Tonight.”

His eyes flicked to hers, looking for confirmation. Gianna simply nodded, biting her lower lip.

That evening seemed to play out in slow motion. They’d rejoined the others inside, catching the tail end of whatever movie was playing. Neither Bucky nor Gianna could focus on anything besides each other. Sitting in the corner of the sectional, she leaned back into him, relaxing under the weight of his right arm draped across her. Nat leaned back into Gianna’s knees, once again putting her feet into Steve’s lap. For a brief moment during the movie, Steve turned to steal a glance at his best friend. Their eyes met over the heads’ of the two women between them and Bucky grinned.

It had been so long, decades since they’d both been happy like this. Bucky wasn’t even sure they’d ever both been in a relationship at the same time. Although he and Natasha liked to toggle between denying their relationship and choosing to accept their feelings, it was real to Steve and that made it real to Bucky. They were together, they both found someone to love them, they were safe.

It couldn’t get any better.

When the movie had ended and the team split off to their own separate rooms, Gianna poked around the common space, making up reasons to be the last person still out. Bucky sat at the kitchen island, watching her straighten the pillows on the couch for the fourth time.

“You callin’ it a night?” Steve put a hand on his back as he passed.

“Here in a few.”

Looking from Gianna back to Bucky, Steve raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Ah. Sweet dreams.” With that, he sidled into his room and shut the door behind him, leaving only two.

He could feel Gianna’s gaze on him from across the room. Bucky stood from the barstool and crossed over to her, draping an arm over her shoulders. “What’d you think of the movie?”

“Shut up.” She nudged his side. “Like you paid any attention either.”

They spoke softly until they got to her door. Gianna’s room was still pretty bare, the only decor she’d added being the vase of flowers he’d given her. It made him equal parts happy and sad, he made a mental note to get her something for the space. At least something for the bare walls.

“Just like old times.” Gianna grinned as she crawled on the bed, perching on her knees.

“Feels like it was just yesterday.” He sat on the edge, legs dangling off the side.

“Really?” She tugged on his sleeve, pulling him gently down to his back. “Because I feel like it’s been a really, really long time.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, watching her lay down across his chest. She propped her head up with her hand and traced the letters on his t-shirt. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it without saying anything.

“Hmm?” She purred as she continued sliding her fingers across his chest.

“What?” Their voices were both soft in the quiet room.

“You were going to say something.”

He closed his eyes and sighed, dropping his head back on the bed. “It was dumb.”

“Well, now you really have to tell me.”

Metal fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he smiled sheepishly. “I was going to say it probably feels like just yesterday because I dream about this almost every night.” He paused, eyes still closed. “But that would be a dumb thing to say, so I didn’t.”

“I don’t think it’s dumb,” Gianna tugged his hand away from his eyes and planted a kiss on his fingers. “I think it’s sweet.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Very. In fact, I’d love to hear what else you dream about?” Her voice was teasing.

“Mmm, I don’t know if I’m ready to divulge that just yet.” He pulled himself up to a sitting position, leaning back against the bed. Gianna looked up at him, head resting on his lap.

“I’m giving you kind of a green light to make a move here, Buck.” She bit her lip.

“I know,” He stroked her hair out of her face. “I keep telling you, I want to do this right, all of this. Believe me, I’d love t- there’s a lot I’d love to do. A lot that I’ve dreamt about for a long time. But…you deserve the best. You deserve to know how special you are.” Bucky reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, punctuating each word with a kiss. “And that…is very…very…special.”

Gianna blushed, feeling his stubble scratch her hand as he kissed it. “If you insist on being perfect…” She rolled onto her elbows, looking up at him. “But if we’re not going to spend our night that way, I have another request.”

“Shoot.”

“Can I read more?”

He paused, wanting to protest but being immediately disarmed by her wide eyes. “Sure.”

For the rest of the evening, they sat in a comfortable silence. Gianna resumed her position on the bed, laying on her back with her head in Bucky’s lap. He stroked her hair absently, watching her eyes flick across the pages full of his notes.

“Why do you write these?” She asked, turning the page. “I love that you do, but I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type to keep a journal.”

“It helps me remember.” He cleared his throat. “Or, I hope it would. If I ever…if I ever need help again. I started it when I first got free, trying to piece it all together. It was such a hard thing, being a grown man and only having a few weeks’ worth of memories. I didn’t even know who I was.” His eyes glazed over as he spoke. “I started to get bits and pieces of memories back, little by little. It wasn’t always a full memory, just fragments. I’d write it down as it came back to me and then put it together. Even though I was free, I didn’t know if I’d lose it all again. So I wrote it down.”

Gianna reached up and cupped his jaw, rubbing her thumb over his cheek. “I’m so sorry for all you’ve had to overcome…but I’m so thankful you chose to do this to help yourself. Getting this glimpse into your mind is such a gift.”

He laid his hand over hers, still cupping his cheek, and kissed her palm. “First and only person to ever get that glimpse.”

She smiled, stroking his cheek one more time before returning her grip to the notebook. The entries were mainly from this summer and beyond, she assumed he had the other notebooks somewhere else. The earliest date was shortly before he got his assignment to work with her.

Wherever he found the trust to let her see this oh-so-vulnerable side of him, she wasn’t going to take that lightly. Turning the page, she found reason after reason why she adored him so much.

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Stan = when you support the relationship between two people. Ex: today, someone wrote that they “stan” Gianna and I. She said that means they think we’re cute together.

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I didn’t think I would like being on tour. It’s not so different from being at the compound. Besides the fact that we’re in a different city every night, surrounded by press, and exposed to the world. The routines, the familiarity, the handful of people you actually know each day…I don’t mind it. I miss the team. Most of them. Actually - all of them.

I’m glad Gianna and I get on so well. If she was anyone besides herself, I’d be counting down the days until it was over instead of counting the days I still have with her.

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We go back to New York soon. I miss the city. Sometimes I think I’d like to live there again, but I remind myself it won’t be like my childhood. That was - quite literally - decades ago. Brooklyn isn’t my Brooklyn anymore. Hell, I wouldn’t know if it was. I barely remember those days.

I like staying at the Tower. It feels safe, but still close to the city. I wish more of the team liked to stay there. I’d choose the company of the Compound over the Tower by myself any day. Something I never thought I’d say. It’s nice to help train, too. I feel like I’m contributing something when I help with the agents. Putting something good back in the world.

I hope I’m doing that here. At least putting good in one person’s world.

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Something almost happened last night. Someone rushed the stage, I handled it. I think I scared Gianna. I was afraid to look at her face after I hit him. I don’t want her to see me differently. But the truth is, I would let her watch me do much worse if it meant keeping her safe. Even if she was terrified of me.

She tried to be strong, but it scared her. It would scare anyone.

She asked me to stay with her. I know it’s just because she’s scared. I wish it wasn’t.

I wish I could take away everything scary in her world. I don’t want to see her cry ever again. I want to wipe her tears and keep away anything that threatens to bring them back.

And then I hope she still wants me to stay with her.

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I saw Steve today. We got to run through the city. It almost felt like old times. I think it was better. He seems happy. I didn’t get to ask about Natasha, I should have. I know there’s something going on. Mark my words. I’ll show them this page at their wedding.

He insisted I’m smitten with Gianna. I told him he’s wrong. I enjoy being around her. She’s great. That’s all that there is.

I wonder if this page will come back to bite me too. I sincerely hope so.

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She kissed me.

Tonight. At the Tower. In front of everyone.

In all the times I’ve been hit, nothing ever rocked me quite like that.

If this is all we ever get of each other…that’s enough for me. If all I ever got from her was the look she gave me before she kissed me…that would be enough.

But, she was drunk. It might all end tomorrow. I should put it in a box and turn all of this off before it gets out of control. I know I should. Tonight, I’m choosing to remember the way she looked at me.

I wish I could write down every detail so I never forget it. Something tells me I won’t either way.

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Note - Gianna is from Charleston. I’ve never been. Maybe we can go back together.

I wish she didn’t know how true loneliness felt. I wish we didn’t relate on so much.

I wish we both had gotten to live more of our lives before they were taken from us.

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Bucky felt Gianna’s arm slip down onto her chest, the notebook still fanned out in her limp hand. She’d been fighting sleep for the past twenty minutes, continuing to read through heavy lids. Finally, she succumbed to her exhaustion, head still resting on his lap. He tugged the book out from her grip and set it on the nightstand beside him before turning off the lamp.

Slowly, gently, he tucked her under the comforter beside him. She barely stirred as he slid his right arm under her pillow and curled his body behind hers. As he laid his arm across her waist, he was careful to keep the full weight of the metal from resting on her.

Taking a deep breath, he let himself breath her in. She was right here, in his arms. She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t drunk. She knew exactly where he stood.

She still asked him to stay.

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