#and judging girls with my second oldest brother
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Love On The Brain
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader
Summary: Dean and Y/N – hunting partners, bunker roommates & idiots in love. Sam is fed up with their constant “will they/won’t they” bullshit and decides to move things along with his own plan until these two fated lovers’ paths finally cross one night – naked.
Warnings: +18, smut (mentions of masturbation f & m, oral f, fingering, p in v), crack of the adorkable kind, nudity, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff
Word Count: 6.1k
A/N: Happy V-Day, babes! 💖 The V stands for... Welp, you know me well enough by now to know where I’m going with this 😝 This is a lot of moronic crack mixed with some sweet smut and fluff. We all know how much I love the “idiots in love” trope, and I fully dove into this one. So, grab your glass of favorite liquor & let’s settle in, shall we? ❤️😘
Written for a request by @imagine-all-the-fandoms after making some adjustments. Found Rihanna’s Love on the Brain fitting for this one, so that’s what we went with as a general mood. Hope you enjoy, m’ladies! 🖤
Feedback is highly appreciated! Get me drunk on it and fill my writer’s juice 🤓🥃
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Freedom! Thank fucking God…
Y/N exhales a blissful sigh as she saunters to the Dean Cave with a bag of still-hot microwave popcorn in her arms. The Winchester brothers have decided on a little overnight road trip to the next, bigger town over to see a movie – and for some brotherly bonding or whatever – which means Y/N can finally enjoy some goddamn alone time in the bunker. Not that she doesn’t love Sam and Dean to bits and pieces, especially the latter one. They are like family to her, the only one she’s ever truly known, but even family can grow exhausting sometimes.
Living with two boys can grow exhausting, honestly, so Y/N has decided to spend her alone time doing a bunch of girly shit she can’t do with Tweedledee and Tweedledum around – at least not without enduring some judgmental looks.
So, first on the agenda? Watching a bunch of chick flicks, aka any movie the oldest Winchester wouldn’t approve of. Mean Girls, Clueless, 10 Things I Hate About You, You’ve Got Mail, and so on – you get the gist.
The second order of business is a long-ass bathroom time for a little much-needed self-care, including a hot and relaxing bath with an abundance of pink bubbles and soap that smells like the goddamn Queen’s flower garden. Then she’s going to shave and wax… everything. Admittedly, things got a little hairy in recent weeks. There wasn’t a lot of time between hunts and sharing close quarters with two men in motel rooms, and every time she did attempt a proper shave, Dean would yell outside the bathroom door, needing to pee or God knows what else, so she dropped the razor again. Honestly, it’s not like she’s being followed around by an array of suitors these days. It’s been months since anyone has seen her private parts or even her bare legs, including her. On the upside, at least her vibrator doesn’t mind the extra locks.
Oh God, she’s fucking sad, isn’t she? Yeah… It’s a sad affair all around, really.
Regardless, the mention of some self-love reminds her of her third to-do item on her list: sex. Well, technically masturbating to Ryan Gosling’s pictures. Maybe even Andrew Garfield, Sebastian Stan, that hot dude Jackson from Grey’s Anatomy… Leo in his prime. Brad Pitt – young and old. Seth Rogen… Whoa! Don’t judge, okay? It’s not all about looks. She loves when a guy can make her laugh, and his laugh is so sweet, deep, and… bear-y, alright?
Yeah, fine, she knows she needs to get fucked properly by a real dick instead of a fictional one – rather sooner than later before she goes for… the dick that’s been living right under the same roof, only three doors down from her own bedroom.
Shit.
Yep, Dean fucking Winchester – God of all Gods, monster hunter extraordinaire, hero of all innocent damsels, and idiotic clown of all clowns, shamelessly stole her heart since… well, pretty much the minute they met and she first laid eyes on him. It felt like being blinded by the sun, the golden freckles on his cheeks and nose resembling the twinkling, starry constellations in the night sky. In an instant, she was an unsuspecting, innocent moth to a blazing flame. How could she possibly resist that irresistible, boyish charm? There’s no vaccine against that green-eyed virus. She swears she’s seen women faint and gasp before him, and she certainly isn’t immune, either. No one truly is, not even other men, for crying out loud.
Unfortunately, Dean will never ever look at her in that way and see more than a friend in her. The thought alone is so ridiculous it makes her snort before she starts to uncontrollably sob and whine. But God, does she wish more than anything he could be hers and she could be his.
Admittedly, she feels a little lonely, especially with the ominous Valentine’s Day looming around the corner, or as Dean likes to call it – unattached drifter Christmas.
Dear fucking God, why did she have to fall in love with that dork? Why can’t it be some nice, normal guy without an abundance of commitment issues?
On the other hand, it’s a good thing the oldest Winchester isn’t here tonight, even though he’d probably love the fourth part of her evening: naturism.
Yup, walking around naked while you’re alone is the best fucking thing in the world and so goddamn freeing. Tits out. Let the ladies breathe a little, you know? Having the girls constantly locked up in bra prison is no way to go through life. And Y/N knows for sure Dean would not only agree with that sentiment but also highly support it. After all, he was the one that suggested Naked Tuesdays when she first moved in. Sam then established a rule that the oldest Winchester wasn’t allowed to “sexually harass” her. It was completely unnecessary but sweet nonetheless. Y/N knows Dean’s just a teasing goofball 99% of the time and would never seriously harm her or make her feel uncomfortable. In fact, she loves that the brothers are always looking out for her and have her best interest in mind.
So, as soon as she hears the big metal door of the bunker slam shut, Y/N excitedly begins her girl’s night alone, trying not to think too much about the green-eyed hunter and focusing on Gosling on the silver screen instead.
“So, this movie… is it like Zombieland?” Dean inquires with a wide grin, wiggling his eyebrows as he grabs a couple of beers and snacks from the fridge for their road trip to Wichita.
Sam’s brow furrows in confusion. “What? Dean, no… It’s not an action movie or a comedy. It’s an environmental documentary about how soil can counteract the climate crisis,” the younger Winchester explains, chuckling in amusement.
Dean’s face drops, his features morphing from excitement to shock as his eyes blink in rapid succession. “What?! But you said Woody Harrelson is in it! You lied to me!”
“Nooo,” Sam laughs, shaking his head, and corrects, “I said Woody Harrelson narrates it. It’s a good documentary. Trust me.”
“Fuck no! I don’t wanna watch a movie about dirt,” the older brother whines, his plump lips shaping into a pout. “Can’t we go see something with action and blood and guns? You know, something fun?”
“Dean, our whole life is action, blood, and guns. Would do you some good to care about the Earth and climate every once in a while,” Sam lectures him.
“Screw that! We’ve already saved the planet multiple times. All that Al Gore shit ain’t my problem,” Dean huffs, pops open a beer and takes a sip. “‘Sides, I don’t trust these environmental clowns. I know the first thing they’d wanna do is get rid of Baby, and then I swear I’m gonna start shootin’. I can’t stand for that insanity.”
“Fine,” Sam frowns and lets out a resigned sigh. “Then I guess you’ll have to stay here because I wanna watch that movie.”
“Fine by me,” Dean agrees with another sip of beer.
“Good. Since you’re not coming, I might even check out the Mid-America Fine Arts Museum,” Sam shares, the excitement gleaming in his hazel orbs.
“Yeah, nerd yourself out, little brother,” Dean snorts. “Did you know Wichita has a Pizza Hut Museum?”
“Uh-huh, yeah, you tell me that every time we go to Wichita, Dean,” Sam reminds him and suppresses the laugh. “Well, uh, have fun alone with Y/N then,” he smirks slyly, and Dean’s short-lived relief disappears as realization dawns, his brow knitting. “Who knows? Might even be a good opportunity for you to tell her you’re madly in love with her.”
“Wha-, uh, pffft, no?” Dean brushes his little brother’s lunatic accusations off the kitchen counter and awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, clearing the fluster in his throat. “Dude, are you drunk? I’m so not in love with her, alright? Don’t be ridiculous, okay? Do I find her incredibly hot, smart, sweet, brave, kind, adorable, and funny? Sure… That’s why she’s our friend, right? But that doesn’t mean I like… love “love” her, okay? At least not like that.” He forms sarcastic air quotes around the cursed word and grimly swallows his uncomfortableness and the lies down with a big gulp of beer. “And for crying out loud, keep your voice down when you say shit like that. I don’t want her to hear us,” he hisses, his green orbs nervously eyeing the kitchen door. “It’s echo-y in here, you know?”
“Sure, whatever you say, Dean,” Sam casually shrugs his shoulders, clearly not buying a single one of the green-eyed hunter’s words, and it only annoys the older Winchester more.
“Don’t-… Nuh-uh, don’t gimme that fake ‘whatever you say’ bullshit shtick. There’s really nothing going on, alright?” Dean assures anew, growing more irritated by the minute.
Sam twitches his shoulders once more and then cockily folds his arms over his chest, a teasing smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “Alright, so you won’t mind if I set her up with Matt, right? It’s just-… She seems a little lonely lately.”
“Lonely?” Dean arches an eyebrow in apprehension and scoffs, “She’s fine, Sam. She’s got us.”
Sam frowns for what feels like the hundredth time during this conversation. “Dean, you honestly don’t think that’s enough for her.”
“Why not?” The older Winchester shrugs, refusing to see clearly. “It’s enough for me. Our life is awesome. You don’t see me complaining.”
“Yes, you’re obviously the golden standard for healthy relationships,” Sam mutters sarcastically and rolls his eyes back.
Dean purses and smacks his plump lips, scratching the bit of scruff on his throat. “Well, uh… shut up, okay? And don’t set her up with Matt. The guy’s a douche.”
“Alright, what about Josh? You like Josh,” Sam suggests next.
“Yeah, as a hunting partner, he’s alright, not as a boy toy for our friend, Sam,” Dean grits bitterly and rolls his eyes, chugging the rest of his beer. “Seriously, what is wrong with you? You’re not her pimp. Just leave her alone, alright?”
“Look, if you don’t wanna date her – fine. That’s on you. Just don’t stand in the way of her happiness because you can’t stop self-sabotaging yourself, man,” Sam argues with a judgmentally raised brow.
“That’s not what I’m doing,” Dean grumbles, the offense clearly written in every deep wrinkle on his face.
“Uh-huh, whatever you say, Dean,” Sam deadpans and grabs his laptop bag, making his way out of the kitchen.
“Stop saying that!”
“Look, I’d love to discuss all your weird issues in detail with you, but I still have to pick up Eileen on my way to Wichita,” Sam notes nonchalantly as Dean trails behind him through the bunker’s corridors. “I’ve watched you two beat around the bush for years. It’s getting annoying. You guys are worse than Ross and Rachel.”
“Wait, Eileen? Did you plan all of this on purpose? Were you trying to trick me?” Dean’s voice rises with his exasperation. He hates when Sam puts his nose where it doesn’t belong, mainly in his business. It’s the typical little brother shit he had to deal with all his life. Siblings, man…
“Me? No, I would never,” his younger brother replies with feigned innocence, marching up the metal stairs to the exit, but Dean can hear the goddamn deceit in his words.
“I don’t believe you,” Dean grits with a sternly creased brow, narrowing his juniper eyes at his younger brother as he halts at the bottom of the steps.
“Okay, whatever you say, Dean,” Sam grins complacently and opens the door. “Just don’t be an idiot. Make the first move, alright? That’s all you need to do. Trust me. It’s gonna be fine. She likes you, too.”
With that, the youngest Winchester closes the door behind him, leaving Dean to ruminate in his convoluted misery.
The hunter then stomps through the hallways of the bunker, furiously mumbling to himself as he passes the Dean Cave on his way to his room. Hearing sounds coming from inside, he stops by the cracked door for a moment and realizes Y/N is watching a movie in there. He considers joining her before recognizing Gosling’s voice, a deep sigh leaving his lips. Of course, she’s watching chick flicks again, so he decides against his plan, knowing some silly rom-com could potentially be a slippery slope and lead to some dangerous innuendos.
He downright refuses to play into his little brother’s evil scheme. Sam’s not goddamn Lindsay Lohan, and this isn’t the fucking Parent Trap. It’s better and safer if Dean stays far away from Y/N for the entirety of Sam’s absence, so the hunter quietly retreats to his room.
Dean decided to watch a bunch of his favorite horror movies until late into the night, ignoring the boiling feelings under the surface. He then closes his laptop with a heavy sigh, ready to call it a night after a nice, warm shower.
With headphones on and some classic rock music drowning out his hammering thoughts, he takes off his clothes and wraps a towel around himself. During an earlier snack run to the kitchen, he noticed the Dean Cave had already been deserted, the room quiet and dark. Y/N luckily has withdrawn to her own room again, so he knows he won’t accidentally run into her. She still hasn’t left his mind, his head in a constant swirl since his stupid conversation with Sam.
So, naturally, Dean comes to the conclusion that only some self-completion down the shower drain might help to clear his thoughts and flush the huntress out of his mind for good. He’s not proud of it, but it’s certainly not the first time since he’s known her that he thinks about her while jerking off. Usually, it only happens when he has to spend too many nights in a row with her in a small motel room without a way to escape, but this time, though, he fully blames Sam and his big mouth for it.
Wandering down the hall to the bathroom, his head bobs to the rhythm of the music flowing through his ears, his green eyes fixed on his phone screen as he scrolls through his playlist. Mindlessly opening the door, he suddenly freezes as another body bumps straight into him.
It all happens pretty fast from there. There’s a loud, high-pitched shriek that filters through the music, his hand drops his phone, and his headphones fall down with it, severing the connection and leaving him in silence as his palms catch a taut-skinned body in his arms while the towel around his waist glides to the tiled floor. And then, he just stares into two big and shocked pupils, which are probably as wide as his own.
Fuck…
For a second, Dean feels incredibly exposed before noticing the warm skin that’s pressed flush against his own body. Yep, he doesn’t dare to check, but he’s certain Y/N’s completely naked, too.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…,” Y/N’s panicked voice chimes in his ears as both of them awkwardly avert their gazes in different directions to the ceiling and avoid eye contact at all costs while still clinging tightly onto each other, aware that if one of them moves, it’s game over and they’d see each other in their full glory. Basically, they’re each other’s damn shields – as uncomfortable as that may be. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”
“I, uh…” That’s when Dean realizes Y/N probably didn’t even know he stayed behind and let Sam go to Wichita alone. “Sam wanted to watch a documentary.”
“I know!” Y/N yells in annoyance and grits, “You were supposed to go with him! Granted, I was surprised you agreed to it in the first place, but still, you’re not supposed to be home!”
“He didn’t tell me it was a documentary about dirt, alright? Otherwise, it would’ve been a straight-up ‘no’ from the start,” Dean explains and tries not to get hard as he feels Y/N’s tits press against his chest. Judging by the precise feeling that’s poking him, she must be somewhat cold.
“Yes, he did! I was right there when you agreed,” Y/N argues. “He talked about it for over an hour.”
“Oh,” Dean stumps and clears his throat rather awkwardly. Who could blame him for not listening, huh?
“You never listen to people! It’s so goddamn annoying!”
“Y/N, you need to stop talking, sweetheart,” Dean begs her, squeezing his eyes shut as he concentrates on anything else for dear life.
Baseball, Sam drinking green smoothies, a scratch on Baby’s new coat of paint… He attempts to distract his mind from the unavoidable, but it’s no use. The skin-on-skin contact is his final nail in the coffin.
“Oh, I’m sure you would love that, wouldn’t you?” Y/N continues in a furious huff, “It’s not always about you–”
“Y/N, please… All that angry shaking isn’t helping, sweetheart.”
The huntress cocks an eyebrow high, almost reaching the messy bun on top of her head. “Helping with what?”
“Uhm…”
And that’s when he can’t control it any longer. There’s a distinctive twitch against her thigh, and he’s sure she’s felt it, too. Shit, shit, shit…
“Oooooh.” Y/N awkwardly presses her lips into a thin line, her fingertips tapping a nervous melody on his skin. Her single utterance makes his heart stop. It’s game over. She’s going to call him a gross perv, move out of the bunker, and then never speak to him again. “It’s-, uhm, it’s okay,” she says surprisingly, her head bobbing with a thick swallow as she reassuringly squeezes his biceps where her palms rest.
“Y/N, I’m-, uh… oh God… I’m so, so sorry,” he stammers, deciding to keep his eyes shut to escape some of the awkwardness.
“I-, no, it’s not-… This is a weird situation we’re in… It’s fine. Completely normal, right? Like, uhm, like a reflex?”
“Uh, yeah, guess so,” Dean gulps, his eyelids slowly fluttering open and gaze drifting back to the ceiling. It’s not a goddamn reflex, though. It’s all her. It’s the effect she has on him.
“We should, uh, probably, uhm, detangle…”
“Uh-huh, yup, nope, agree,” he says and clears his throat once more, hoping the fluster will leave his body soon. “You, uh, wanna bend down, and we both can grab our towels?”
Fuck, it’ll probably be awkward between them for months now. They’ll avoid each other during breakfast, lunch, dinner… They’ll stop watching movies together, Sam will have to be their buffer and hate it, and they probably won’t look directly into each other’s eyes till Christmas – and it’s only fucking February.
“Oh, uhm… I actually, technically didn’t, uh, come with a towel?”
His eyebrow twitches upward, head slightly tilting to the side as he thinks about her words. “Oh, uh… Wait… Were you, uhm, walking around like… naked through the bunker?”
Well, there’s an image Dean’s never gonna get out of his head. Now, he’ll forever wonder if she takes off her clothes as soon as he walks out the door.
“Look, I thought I was alone, okay?! Again – you’re not actually supposed to be here! Don’t judge me!” Y/N defends, the panic returning to her voice, and then adds something in an almost inaudible mumble, “Just wanted to let the girls breathe a little. Sue me…”
“What?” His head tilts some more, the fine creases on his brow deepening.
“Nothing… never mind,” she quickly splutters, her cheeks flushing bright red as she visibly swallows.
Dean snorts. He’s in love with a dork, isn’t he? God, she’s adorable.
And then, it fucking happens again. Dammit…
“Was that…”
“Again – I’m so, so sorry,” he apologizes once more, although he’s sure he can’t do it often enough. His dick is an escaped zoo animal and clearly on the prowl tonight.
“No, uh… So how do you wanna do this? We could, uhm, maybe turn 180 and then close our eyes and let go… I could, uhm, run really fast down the hall, and you could just quickly back into the bathro–”
Y/N doesn’t get to finish laying out her plan. Dean’s lips on hers stop any further words from spilling out of her mouth. The featherlight kiss doesn’t last longer than a painfully anxious second, his mind racing a mile a minute, his brain positively fried.
What the hell is he fucking doing? There’s only one rule in the bunker: don’t sexually harass Y/N. Dean’s pretty damn sure he’s breaking that rule right now and crossing too many goddamn lines. How’s he supposed to ever recover from this?
“What, uh…” Y/N’s speechless, every muscle frozen stiff in his embrace. Her eyebrows draw up and reach her hairline, eyes blown wide in shock. “Or that… you could do that…”
“Oh God, I’m so sorry,” Dean groans in defeat and shame, hoping the Earth opens up and takes him straight to the burning fires of Hell. See? There aren’t enough apologies in this world to make up for his stupidity. “You know, this is all Sam’s fault… He just got into my head… I mean, this is obviously the wrong first move… I-I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just have a, you know, teeny-tiny crush on you, but still, this is obviously inappropriate.”
“You-, uhm, you have a crush on me?”
Dean swallows the hard lump in his throat. “Uh, yeah… Yeah, I do,” he admits bravely. “But don’t worry about it, okay? It’s just a temporary thing, alright?”
Y/N nods slightly in understanding. “For how long have you felt this way?”
“Well, uhm, like I said – not that long… Just a very short period of time… Like, since November 29th… 2012,” he gulps and shrugs sheepishly, watching her brow furrow in confusion.
“But… that’s the day we met,” Y/N points out.
Dean chuckles uncomfortably and rebuffs her concerns. “Is it? No…,” he rasps. “Well, uhm, anyways, that doesn’t change anything. Don’t worry, alright? No need to make this weird. I’m sure if we give it a couple more years, I’ll be completely over you.”
Y/N’s head bobs again, her lips pursing. “Okay, uhm… But what if you, uh, you know, maybe get over me in the literal sense… and I could get under you?”
The gears in his head start turning as he musingly squints his pine green eyes at her and studies her features. She seems nervous. There’s a bite of her lower lip and a light swallow in her throat, her pupils flickering insecurely. “Uhm, well… is that something you would like? I mean, to get-, uh, would you wanna get under me?”
“Uhm… yes? Yeah?” She looks up at him and meets his gaze, their eyes fully connecting for the first time since they have catapulted themselves into this mortifying situation.
“Is that a question?” Dean checks and chuckles lightly. “Because you kinda need to be sure about this, y’know?”
Another swallow and Y/N nods, determination gleaming in her eyes. He feels her weight shift forward, her feet rising on tip-toes as her palms move from his upper arms to the back of his neck. Her soft, pillowy lips catch his, a tender touch as their mouths carefully mold together. She sucks on his upper lip, nibbles on the bottom one before he feels the tip of her tongue lick between. He opens his mouth wider, lets her slip inside.
Dean’s hands then begin to travel, his confidence growing as Y/N’s fingers tug slightly on the short strands of hair in the nape of his neck, trying to draw him closer. One large hand cups her neck, the other one smoothing down her spine and pressing into the small of her back. He pushes her closer, deepens the kiss, and both of them moan needily while their tongues dance with each other. His grip on her becomes stronger, their bodies melting into one. Y/N gasps into his mouth, her hips pushing against his, skin on skin, as her bare pussy brushes his bulging dick.
“Shit…,” Dean mutters breathlessly against her lips, and Y/N breaks the kiss and meets his eyes with a hint of a smile.
Her lips are red and glistening, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. He cups her blushed cheek, thumb ghosting over the kiss-swollen flesh of her bottom lip as he mirrors her soft smile.
“You okay?” Y/N checks, giggling slightly.
Dean chuckles, palm still caressing her cheek. “Yeah, uh, just realized we’re incredibly naked.”
She snorts and nods, “Yeah, guess that doesn’t leave a lot to the imagination, huh?”
“Definitely not,” Dean agrees and laughs a little, his cheeks blushing with bashfulness. “But, look, we don’t have to do anything tonight, alright? We can take it slow.”
Y/N thoughtfully chews on her lip, her dimples showing a smile before she shakes her head. “No, I think we’ve been taking things slow for long enough.”
Dean’s face breaks into a grin before he pulls her back to his lips for a searing kiss. Y/N’s hands lock around his neck, allowing him to lift her up, and her legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His hand weaves into her hair, still damp in the back of her neck from her bath, as the scent of her delicious body wash and lotion seep into his nostrils with each intake of air.
“You smell nice,” he notes, his mouth trailing along her jawline and down her throat, leaving wet kisses in his wake as he sucks her pulse point black and blue. “Like a flower garden…”
Y/N giggles, the cute sound in his ears causing his heart to flutter. She clasps his jaw and draws his attention back to her face, nuzzling her nose against his, whispering, “Bedroom. Need you inside me…”
“Jesus, Y/N… Going in for the kill, huh? You can’t say stuff like that to a man in a compromising position,” he jokes, making her laugh more. “Okay, hold on, sweetheart. You ready?”
She confirms it with a nod, and Dean adjusts his grip on her body, grabbing her a little tighter before bolting down the bunker hallway like a little kid on Christmas morning. The huntress squeals and giggles in his arms as he kicks the door open to his bedroom, gently laying her down on the mattress. She lets herself fall back and stretches out on the bed, her shoulder blades indenting the memory foam, and he hopes the thing does as advertised and fucking remembers her forever.
“You’re fast,” Y/N teases him as he quickly makes his way on top of her.
Dean chuckles, placing soft kisses on her lips in between his laughs. “Yeah, well, I’d run a mile just to get a taste of you, sweetheart. But don’t worry – not all of it will be this fast, alright?”
“Oh, I didn’t think it would be,” she giggles and licks her lips. “Can you just do me a favor?”
“Anything, sweetheart,” Dean assures her and lovingly brushes her hair behind her ears.
“Just judging by, uhm, size-,” she interrupts her sentence for a giggle, and he joins in. She’s so fucking cute. “Can you go slow?”
“Oh, trust me. I would’ve taken my time either way, but tell you what – I’ll even do you one better,” he says. His fingers then slide up her arm, along her collarbone and down to one breast. She shivers underneath him, her skin breaking into delicate goosebumps, soon soothed by his warm lips. His thumb brushes her bud, plays with it until it hardens and then alleviates the sensation with his hot breath and wet tongue.
“Fuuuuck,” Y/N sighs blissfully, her toes curling as a smile shapes on her lips, fully relaxing under his care. “Feels so good, De.”
His chuckle vibrates against her ribcage, his mouth traveling down her upper body, his kisses not missing an inch of smooth skin. Every rib, every beauty mark, every freckle gets the attention they deserve, even teasingly dipping his tongue into her navel. The last tender kiss is placed on her mound as he moves between her legs and spreads her thighs a little wider.
A smirk forms on his face as he leers at her pussy, bright pink and already glistening with her arousal. He catches her watchful gaze, sees a bit of insecurity shimmering in it as she nibbles her fingernails and bottom lip almost bloody, so he cheekily wiggles his eyebrows and sends her a wink, causing her to giggle and roll her eyes at his antics before she lets herself fall back into the mattress with a calming, deep breath.
Licking his thumb pad, he presses it against her sensitive nub, her thighs jolting for a second at the initial touch as a hiss escapes her throat, followed shortly by a strangled whimper. Y/N’s hands fist the bedsheet a little tighter, her knuckles turning white, every muscle wired to the nth degree. Her chest heaves frantically as her breathing grows more erratic with each little circle of his digit. His index finger then stretches and reaches her dripping entrance, rubbing at the tight ring before he easily pushes inside and curls it, poking the spongey spot.
“Fuck, Dean…,” she manages to croak out, biting down on her tongue.
Dean only chuckles, a giddy feeling spreading in his stomach and loving how responsive she is to his touches. There’s a loud whimper when he kisses her pussy lips, tongue dipping between and giving her clit a kitten lick, distracting her enough to shove his middle finger inside her cunt as well, scissoring them once he’s knuckles-deep.
“Oh God… shit,” she groans and whines above him.
He laughs lightly and curiously observes the torment on her face. “Wanna cum, huh?”
“Dean, I swear… I-… please,” she begs, her initial threat morphing into a soft plea for mercy.
“I got you, sweetheart,” he assures her amusedly and swiftly presses his mouth back on her pussy, sucking her sensitive bundle of nerves between his plump lips and thrusting his digits harder and faster inside her. It only takes three, four pushes and one skilled suck before she convulses, trembles, and soaks his face and fingers in her juices. He groans at the sweet taste of her on his tongue, his cock twitches gleefully between his bow legs, only too eager to slide in next.
“Oh God! Fuck… shit… D-Dean!”
The green-eyed hunter grins broadly up at her, his face almost split in half as he bathes in her blissed-out expression and the rosy cheeks that accompany it.
“Wow,” she breathes and shakily catches his swollen and wet lips as he comes back up to her eye level, propping his arms up on the sides of her head.
“I think you’re ready for the big gun now,” he laughs and places a loving kiss on the tip of her nose and another one on her forehead.
“Uh-huh, I’m not so sure after this,” she giggles, still catching her breath. She cups his jaw, kisses him deeply, and licks her arousal from his pillowy lips. “You’re… amazing.”
“Right back at you, sweetheart,” he winks, the softness of his smile contrasting his cockiness. “Do we, uhm, need–”
Y/N shakes her head, anticipating his question. “No, uh, I’m on the pill. I just need you.”
With a smile, he nods and ducks his head, entangling her in a blazing kiss as he devours her lips. His hand pushes between their heated bodies, fisting his achingly hard cock before he threads his dickhead through her folds, coats it with her slick before it catches at her entrance. His thick and leaking tip pushes inside, slowly entering her drenched cunt inch by inch till he’s buried deep and touches her cervix, stretching her tight walls around his impressive girth and hearing her little gasps of sheer pleasure.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he rasps at the feeling of her pussy enveloping his cock and gently brushes her hair out of her face, kissing her deeply. “Taking me so well… Such a good girl f’me.”
“God, you feel like heaven,” she whimpers and wraps her arms around his neck.
As he languidly pulls out to the tip, he kisses down her neck, sucking a mark into her skin. His hand wraps around one of hers, pinning it above her head to the mattress, fingers tightly interlocking before he thrusts back into her heat. His hips then work up a rhythm, a slow and soft song, as he fucks her deep and slams home harder at just the right spot.
Her second orgasm builds slowly yet deeply, aiming to shatter her from within as she hears the ticking of a bomb in every muscle of her body, counting down the seconds before a massive explosion. She moans loudly as the earth-shattering climax hits her at full force, booming and wild as she curses his name over and over.
His fingers grip hers tighter, his thrusts growing sloppy as he lazily fucks her, her pulsating walls clenching around his firm cock. His hips begin to stutter, broad shoulders quaking as he spills deep inside her and stills. He grunts, her name falling from his lips, loud, strained, and primal when he cums, painting her walls with his milky seed.
“Wow,” Dean repeats her earlier sentiment, her giggle causing his heart to soar higher than the moon in the sky. “You okay?”
A wide smile spreads across her face, a tired nod moving her head. “Yeah, more than okay,” she assures him and seeks out his lips.
Dean places one last kiss on her hairline before removing his limp and drenched dick from her center, rolling to his side and pulling her onto his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around her frame. “Hey, Y/N?”
She wearily lifts her heavy head to meet his green eyes. “Hm?”
“Were you, uhm, lonely?” Dean asks, his fingertips drawing tender patterns on her back.
“I guess… a little, yeah,” she admits. “Why?”
He kisses her forehead and pulls her closer. “Nothing. Just… I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere, okay? You wanna move into my room?”
Y/N’s beam is blinding, her cheeks blushing brightly pink. “Yeah, I’d love that,” she replies and snuggles back into his chest.
Dean then notices her eyes falling shut, losing the battle against sleep as her breathing calms in his embrace, his own mind following her into dreamland soon after.
In the morning, Y/N and Dean are still soundly asleep, entangled in sheets and limbs, when there are a few abrupt knocks on the door before it pops open to its full extent, the youngest Winchester’s voice drowning in from the hall.
“Hey, Dean? I’m back! Look, I figured we could talk. I’m sorry about yesterd–… ay… Whoa!”
“Wha-!” Y/N jolts up from the bed at the unexpected intrusion, her elbow hitting Dean straight in the face as he rises behind her. The force of the blow knocks him out of bed, the hunter tumbling to the cold ground.
Y/N clasps her palm over her mouth, staring at Sam’s shocked expression, their eyes both wide before she glances over her shoulder to her lover on the ground.
“Ow! Jesus…”
“Y/N?”
“Hi, Sam,” the huntress smiles awkwardly at the younger Winchester, sheepishly shrugging her shoulders as she hides her naked body underneath the sheets. “Good morning. How-, uh, how was the documentary?”
“Uhm, good?” Sam doesn’t look any less freaked out by what his hazel eyes are witnessing, though.
Dean groans behind her, rubbing a palm over his aching face before sending his little brother a lazy grin. “Hiya, Sammy.”
Sam then lets out a long sigh through his nose and mutters, “About damn time…”
“Yeah, about that, little brother… Might call Eileen and book yourself a room for at least a week somewhere,” Dean tells him, smirking.
Sam’s brow furrows, “What? Why?”
“Oh, because I’m gonna rail Y/N in every room we have,” Dean explains casually, watching Sam’s eyes widen.
“Oh?” Y/N sends her boyfriend an intrigued look, which he responds to with a sly wiggle of his eyebrows and a wink. “Even the dungeon? Are you, like, gonna tie me up and stuff?”
Dean’s eyes look at her lovingly, causing her cheeks to flush with heat. “Where have you been all my life, sweetheart?”
“Oh God, what have I done…,” Sam groans with a thick swallow.
PHEW! And we’re done with one shot week, babes! 😮💨 I honestly hadn’t planned this but found some inspiration over the weekend and finished some WIPs, and since they were all about different kinds of love, I figured they were perfect for Valentine’s Day 💖
Hope you enjoyed these various journeys, and if you did, please consider telling me here and leaving me with some kind words 🥰 Now excuse me while I go work on a few Soldier Boy one shots. I’ve missed my toxic Ben-Ben. Read you soon, babes! 😝🖤
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Forgotten Demon Twin 3/?
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Danny meets the Batfam. He almost gets what he wants
So, apparently, COVID and lack of sleep really get my creative juices going. Enjoy this next chapter.
Danny followed Damian with a distance between them. He had left the wakizashi behind but had hidden a few non-poisoned needles up his sleeve.
He studied his twin’s body language.
Damian seemed open, if a bit tense. He kept his posture non-threatening, probably to take Danny off-guard. Danny could hear the chatter in Damian’s comm. No doubt his father and other so-called siblings.
(Danny only had one sister, and she was asleep at home.)
They ended up in the park at three in the morning.
Danny wished he could put all this behind him and sleep. As always, though, his needs weren’t considered.
Danny could see the small group of people semi-hiding in the shadows with his enhanced senses. They all looked up when they heard Damian and Danny walk up to them. All of them got defensive when they saw Danny, though they tried to be subtle about it.
“Father, meet Danyal. Danyal, meet father and everyone else.”
“Boo, you suck! Introduce us, brat,” a man with white and black hair (who reeked of death, but who was he to judge) said.
“Seriously, you little demon, that’s your introduction,” a sleep-deprived teenager asked. (Honestly, sleep deprivation was such a mood.)
“Baby bat, how could you,” a blue-eyed young man asked. (Actually, a lot of the boys had blue eyes and black hair.)
The rest of the group started berating Damian for his introduction.
Danny was stunned. If anyone had even thought about doing that to Damian while in the League, they would’ve ended up with a sword through their chest. Here, these people were treating Damian like a snot-nosed younger brother…and he was letting them.
“Children,” the older man yelled out, “Enough!”
(An older man was haunting Bruce Wayne, but Danny ignored the man dressed as a butler. It wasn’t his business.)
Damian’s face got smug as everyone else quieted down. Some of them (the eldest among them) started pouting.
The older man, Bruce Wayne, walked up to Danny and held out his hand. Danny stared at it for a second before shaking it.
“It’s good to meet you, Danyal.”
“Danny, but you already knew that, didn���t you, Mr. Wayne?”
“Please, in that same vein, call me Bruce. And, yes, I have done a little bit of research before coming here.”
“Hn,” Danny hummed out.
“Great, another non-talkative one,” someone murmured.
Danny looked at the group and noticed that the sleep-deprived teenager suddenly seemed very alert with his calculating, narrowed eyes. Hmm, he would have to keep an eye on that one; he seemed like the most dangerous one. Not physically, but intelligent wise…well, Danny has learned to fear smart people.
He let go of Mr. Wayne—Bruce’s hand. (The older man following Bruce smiled gently at Danny.)
“So, to what do I owe this…unexpected pleasure,” Danny asked.
Everyone turned to look at Damian. The Heir seemed to be, was that embarrassment?
“Yeah, Demon Spawn, why don’t you tell Danny why we’re here?”
“Fuck off, Todd,” Damian hissed out.
Todd grinned. (The butler—he had to be a butler—frowned at Todd’s cussing.)
Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Children, please, not before introductions.”
“Yeah, B is right. Anyway, my name is Dick,” the eldest said. He got Danny’s hand and shook it.
“On purpose,” Danny asked.
Dick laughed good naturally.
“My parents weren’t from the US and didn’t know the word's second meaning. By the time I found out, I was attached to my nickname.”
The one who stunk of death spoke next.
“Name’s Jason. I’m the second,” he was interrupted by the petite Asian girl.
“Ahem.”
“I mean, I’m the third oldest.”
“Hello. Cassandra Cain. The second eldest. And you’re my new baby brother!”
Danny blinked, “Cassandra Cain? As in the ‘One Who is All’?”
The girl nodded while giving a thumbs-up. Danny gulped. He was so screwed.
“Tt, she’s not that impressive.”
Danny gave Damian a skeptical look for the first time in his life.
“Hi, I’m Duke Thomas. Why is your aura so weird?”
Danny blinked at the random question.
“Don’t know, dude, radioactive chemicals, maybe?”
Everyone stared at him with a look of horror.
“I’m joking.”
“Oh, hah,” Duke laughed, uncomfortable.
“Tim Drake,” sleep-deprived teenager said without adding anything else—honestly, mood.
“Of course, father already introduced himself, and you know who I am,” Damian said. He always had to have the last word, huh?
The ghost spoke last (not that anyone else would know.), “I’m Alfred Pennyworth. I know you can see me, Master Danny. It is a pleasure to meet you, even if it is after my death.”
Danny ignored the ghost.
“Great. Now, back to my original question: why are you guys here? If the League is gone, why bother with the unneeded spare?”
Everyone, minus the ghost, shifted uncomfortably. Even Damian. Danny narrowed his eyes; something big was going to happen.
“Danny,” Bruce started, “we found out about you recently—”
“Yeah, very recently,” Jason said.
“—and we wanted to meet you. We—I needed to make sure you were fine. I missed so much and could not protect you due to my lack of knowledge of your existence. I want to know if you need any help, and if you don’t, I’ll be here whenever you need it.”
Danny let Bruce’s words sink in. It didn’t take long for him to put the puzzle pieces together.
“Talia never mentioned me, did she?”
He turned to Damian, “Neither did you.”
Damian looked down at his feet, looking ashamed. Danny narrowed his eyes.
Too little, too late, brother.
Danny took a deep breath.
Here I go. It’s time to sell it.
“Look, I appreciate you checking on me, but I’m fine. I have a loving family and an awesome older sister. All of my friends are here. Amity Park is my home. I don’t want to leave. Please, I was never able to ask anything for myself. I'm asking now, begging, let me stay in Amity.”
“I have looked into the Fentons and have read some disturbing things,” Bruce said.
“What, the weapons? They can’t harm humans.”
They didn’t need to know Danny wasn’t fully human anymore.
“Not only that but a portal to the afterlife.”
“So my parents are a bit eccentric. If it makes you feel better, I can give you a full, unabridged copy of their work,” Danny lied. No way in the Infinite Realms Danny would give the freaking Batman more ammunition to take Danny away.
The ghost butler frowned at Danny’s lies and gave him a look of disappointment. Hah! The jokes on him that didn’t work on Danny.
“What about the reports of these so-called ghost attacks?”
Danny waved off the man’s concerns, “They rarely happen, and when they do, we have our own hero who takes care of it.”
Bruce gave him a calculating look. Cassandra was whispering in Tim’s ear. While she spoke, Tim started narrowing his eyes at Danny. Dammit, this was why he hated intelligent people. Danny was a decent liar, but he couldn’t come up with something if there were more than one detective.
Not to mention, he heard rumors about Cassandra’s abilities.
Time to bring out the sob story.
“Please, I don’t want to leave the only family I have ever known.”
Bruce narrowed his gaze. Bruce felt the boy was hiding something. He’d have to ask Cass what she saw.
“Maybe we should let him stay, B. We can always keep in touch, can’t we, little D?”
Danny nodded vigorously. Bruce almost gave in, but he had to ask.
“What about the report of the city being pulled into an alternate dimension? The Justice League hadn’t heard about this, and I know you know that I’m Batman. You could’ve reached out whenever to let us know.”
“I don’t know. It didn’t occur to me. The threat wasn’t that bad. There were just a few more ghosts than usual. Besides, other cities have seen stuff like this. We have two heroes, and the citizens got together to fight the threat.”
“So, there was a threat.”
“Listen, dude, I’m not here to assuage your guilt. I want to stay with my family. I deserve that much, at least, right?”
Danny refused to break eye contact first. He stared down the Batman; he knew the man wouldn’t kill his family, so he felt confident asking for what he wanted. After a few moments, Bruce sighed. Danny knew he had won.
“Young man, you should really tell your father the truth.”
Danny ignored Alfred. He wasn’t the boss of him.
“Okay, I’ll choose to believe you,” Bruce took a card out, “but if anything happens, and I mean anything, don’t hesitate to call me.”
Danny had almost been home free. A few more minutes, hell, seconds, and he would’ve gotten away with his lies and well-crafted half-truths.
Of course, that’s when everything went to shit.
Danny’s ghost sense went off. Bruce’s gaze narrowed, and Tim asked, “What was that?”
Before he could come up with a lie, he heard him. Fucking Skulker.
“I’ll have your skin, whelp,” he shouted and fired.
Danny didn’t think. He transformed and put up a shield around the group.
It didn’t even take Danny 10 seconds. He took out his anger on the so-called hunter and sucked him up in the thermos. He was going to get a month of soup time, at least!
Danny turned toward the stunned group.
“Um, surprise?” He said while giving jazz hands.
Bruce’s eyes narrowed in anger, “Well, Phantom, is there anything you’d like to say?”
“This is why honesty is the best policy, young sir.”
“Um, you’re all dreaming?”
Bruce crossed his arms.
“Really, Danyal? You thought that would work?” Damian asked, angry.
Tim was looking at him with triumph in his gaze. Dick looked disappointed, and Jason looked entrance by Danny’s predicament. Cass was shaking her head, and Duke was, weirdly enough, blocking his eyes.
Fucking Skulker, man.
“I think it’s time you told us the truth.”
Make that two months of soup time.
Danny sighed and hovered in the air, crossing his legs. He might as well get comfortable.
Yay, Alfred has appeared. Danny was a bit rude, but considering what Damian did to him when they first met, I think Danny was being downright pleasant
Danny: Lying through his teeth.
Tim: This little bastard isn't telling us everything.
Danny: Gets caught in the lie.
Tim: Ha! I knew it. Once a demon always a demon
yeah, Tim is a bit prejudiced, not that we should completely blame him after what Damian did to him
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The L word: Jason Todd x fem!reader
Summary: How the hell did these two end up together? They constantly tease and spite each other.... Well, Jason and Y/N had their banter on at all times, but there were something more behind the surface.
A/N: I caught a cold so this might suck. And I am a sucker for WFA Jason so bear with me......
5 years ago.
Y/N Y/L/N was a part of batfamily since she could remember. Never really adopted, just taken in due to her skills and urge to do something good. Unlike many of the kids Bruce decided to put under his wings, she was more of a teenager when he first offered her his protection and care. Which meant that when she first arrived at the Manor there were like 10 people inside, all eyes on her and it made her feel a bit uncomfortable.
“Hey little one. You must be Y/N. I’m Dick. The oldest brother. So nice to meet you.” the black-haired boy almost crushed her in a tight grip.
“I… um.. hi. I’m not really a hugger, but…..”
“You’ll get used to it. Believe me, you will never have a single alone moment here.” The boy just smiled before letting her go. “Let me introduce you to the others.”
“I am fairly sure we can introduce ourselves.”
“Right. Cause you are the first one to do this.” Dick smirked and rolled his eyes “Y/N, meet my little unruly brother Jason. He’s the black sheep in the family.”
“Looks like he’s proud of this title.” Y/N tilted her head slightly “but from what I heard you prefer color red than black, don’t you?”
“You cracked me. Good for you. At least you know who to look out for.”
“Can’t wait for you to show me if you live up to your name, red.” She smirked and Jason’s eyes glistened a bit.
“All right. That is not disturbing at all” Dick rubbed his forehead “Let’s move on. Where is Tim?”
“Batcave. The entire team is there. Something about debriefing, I guess.” Jason muttered
“And why aren’t you there?”
“Hm. I don’t know. Partially because I don’t give a …..”
“JASON!”
“….and partially because I’m busy.”
“With what exactly?”
“Honestly? Everything else.” He shrugged and resumed his reading.
“I’m so sorry about him, Y/N. Jason can be a little …. Intense.” Dick turned towards the girl apologetically with a bit of embarrassment on his face.
“I can tell.” She smirked watching the other boy carefully. There was something about his attitude and sarcasm that captured her attention.
***
The second she came inside she got Jason’s attention. She was different than any other batkid. She wasn’t like Dick and Steph with all their joy and sunshine and rainbows, and yet she had this quiet optimism inside. She wasn’t like Tim with his workaholic tendencies and yet she always did so much, never talking about it. She was not like Cass and Damian with their assassin origins, and yet there was something about her that warned not to cross path with her. It was like Y/N Y/L/N was a perfect mix of every trait he liked (or rather was willing to slip) and hated about people. A walking contradiction. Oh, and her fluent irony and sarcasm….. She was the only one good enough with that to ever come close to him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed their little bantering and spiteful conversations. Which were happening way to often for the comfort of the rest of the family.
“Jason Peter Todd.” She stood in the middle of the room, in front of the couch he was sitting on with her arms crossed over her chest.
“You found out my dirty secret I see.” He smirked, eyes fixed on her face
“Your middle name? Sure, I will never let you live through it.”
“Not sure how I’m gonna survive it.”
“You won’t. Trust me, you won’t. After all, it’s the same name as the one famous boy who never wanted to grow up. Maybe the same happened to you, judging by the way you act sometimes.”
“Really?” he stood up, towering over her, but she did not falter even in the slightest
“Yes.” her face expression was stone cold
“See how much I care. Dick told you at the beginning I’m the black sheep of the family.”
“With that hair you are more like Cruella de Ville of the family.”
“Auch. Y/N. Are you aiming to be Elsa?”
“What? I don’t….”
“ Talking about the Disney villains? You are Elsa from Frozen. So… damn… cold.”
“Elsa was not a villain, you idiot! And besides, since when are you so familiar with Disney movies?”
“Dark times in my life…..”
“Cut the crap. Where the hell is my gear? I know you took it.”
“I did not. I mean, I didn’t literally take it.”
“What did you do, Jason?”
He hung on the rooftop like a flag.
***
2 years ago.
“Are you trying to replace me?” he was leaning on the doorframe watching y/n punch and kick the opponents in a simulation fight.
“I’ve been trying to do that for the last three years. Not much of a success, though.”
“Hm. Maybe it’s time to give up?”
“Nah. Not really my style. I will take you down Todd. Eventually.”
“Sure. You keep telling yourself that.”
“Why are you here, again, Jason? Wanted to have a look at my ass during the training?” she smirked turning around. “Be my guest.”
“Honey. Why do you think we got mirrors in the training room? I got the view onto my ass, that’s all I need.”
“UGH! That is gross!” she flinched
“You asked for it.” He shrugged
“What do you want Todd? I’m busy.”
“No. Angry is what you are. And I don’t like it. I’m the angsty one in this household.”
“You don’t like being dethroned, do you?”
“Y/N.”
“What?!” she turned around so fast that only due to his instincts he avoided being punched right in the face.
“Let’s get some of this energy out.”
“Jason Peter Todd.” She stopped and grabbed her heart “Are you asking me to spar with you?”
“I know, I know. It’s an honor for you. but what can I say, I am feeling generous today.”
“Bring it on, Red.”
***
1 year ago
“How the hell did these two even got together? I mean I get why Jason fell for her, but the other way round?” Tim scratched his head in confusion watching Jason and Y/N tease each other mercilessly on the other side of the table during the family dinner. No one in the universe would guess these two were a couple.
“They are both crazy that is how.” Damian muttered chewing on his veggies.
“I think they are sweet.” Steph grinned and immediately met with two pairs of surprised eyes “what?! They get each other.” She added innocently taking a sip of her drink
“That is ever more concerning….” Tim muttered
On the other side of the table
“You sure you can eat that, Todd? I heard your gear is getting tight in some areas.” Y/N teased him without caring about anyone else being forced to hear it.
“Care to specify what areas you have in mind Y/L/N? Any of them you like more than others?”
“Surely not your head, you pinhead. That helmet will fall off if you don’t adjust it soon.”
“Hm. Speaking about the gear. Some little bird told me you are making changes to yours? Something about the shortage of material?”
“ It’s been a while since I modernized. If Dick could have had his Discowing, maybe I can try something new as well….”
“Care to share any of your ideas?”
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”
“Y/N.”
“Hm, you know, looking at you right now I call back everything I said. You don’t need a helmet at all, your face is already red enough.”
“I hate you.”
“I know. And I don’t care.”
“I’ll take my revenge on you. “
“Is that a promise?”
“COULD YOU TWO JUST STOP IT!?”
“Look what you did, Y/n. You angered the Batman. Now you will have to apologize.”
“How about I kick your ass and humiliate you publicly as a form of compensation?”
***
Now.
“Stop hiding there, you creep. I can see you.”
“ Todd.” The youngest Wayne took a few step forward observing the scene in front of him. Y/N was curled up into Jason’s side, half-asleep, breathing slowly, while one of his arms was wrapped around her, pulling her in softly, the other holding the book he was reading to her out loud.
“What the hell do you want?”
“I…. I wanted to ask you something…..”
“Ask?” he raised an eyebrow and shifted his position slightly not to wake the girl up and still face his brother. “Since when are you asking?”
“Shut up!” he hissed and Y/N squirmed
“No, you shut up, demon. I swear if you wake her, I will make sure you never get any sleep in your life ever again.” Jason growled. Much to his surprise, Damian just looked down a bit saddened “Hey, are you losing your mind more than usual under that dome?”
“I’m thinking. “
“Well that is new.” Jason rolled his eyes.
“I am not good with all this relationship stuff. And I wanted to know….”
“And you came to me to ask?”
“Well in case you did not notice, you are the only one in the family with the girl next to you!” Damian hissed. “Even Grayson failed in that area with his on and off romance.”
“Fair point” Jason smiled and rubbed Y/N’s side affectionately causing her to lean into his touch and humm quietly.
“How?”
“What?”
“How did you do it? You are harsh. You tease her constantly to the point where it becomes mean. You are full of emotions and yet are emotionally unavailable. You tend to be impulsive and act before you think. And you…. you are not really prince charming, Todd.
"Careful with the words there...." Jason warned
"All I'm saying, and we both know that, is that you are not exactly a boyfriend material. So … how?”
“Honestly, I have no idea. Guess I was just myself? Never pretending? Maybe that is why? Because she knew all of me from the beggining? But I don’t know. It's like she sees something more to me” he sighed deeply “there were multiple times when I thought I don’t deserve her, but….”
“What?” Damian was just standing in the room, his face half hidden in the shadows. Even that little menace knew better than to ruin the moment of Jason's honestly and vulnerability.
“I don’t know.” Jason sighed deeply consumed by the thoughts. Just like he said, there have been hundredths and hundredths moments were that little question creeped in his mind. Why? Why did she want him? Of course, he was the best in this family of vigilantes, the most handsome and surely the most skillful, but still… she was just too good for him. And yet, despite his anger, his past, his everything she just accepted him constantly choosing to give him attention (or harassment at times), time and her best (and worse) self. Hell, she adjusted to him, and without even realizing it, he did the same. He adjusted to her. Like two puzzle pieces in a two-piece jigsaw. He felt that every time she was next to him, in his arms and every time he kissed her, but also every time she laughed at him, because he did something stupid and every time she kicked his ass during training and definitely every time she iced him because he went too far in his action, and when he realized how much her presence changed his behavior and how much he wanted and needed her.
“Todd?” Damian almost whispered throwing Jason out of his reverie.
“What?”
“Do you …. love her?”
“Love?” Jason repeated this word, letting it roll of his tongue, his eyes drifting to her beautiful, sleeping face and he smiled like never before, sudden realization dawning on him. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love her.” He closed his eyes enjoying the warmth spreading in his chest going up to his cheeks. He never thought about it before neither did he say it “I love her.” He repeated. It sounded nice and right. “And if you ever tell anyone about what just happened, I will….”
“I won’t Todd. Just this one time I’ll keep your secret of your soft side safe. ”
Two brothers looked at each other in the silent agreement. None of them would ever say that but thanks to this little exchange of words a lot of things made sense for both of them. Damian sighed, Jason nodded and the younger one left without saying anything more.
***
Raindrops on the windowsill woke her up. Jason was already awake, lying on his side of the bed, reading a book from the previous night, now keeping his distance from her.
"You're reading our book without me?" she tilted her head, eyeing him carefully.
"Not my fault you fell asleep in the middle of the chapter. Did you think I'll be able to resist continuing?"
“I guess not....." she muttered, her gaze turning a bit sad and it made his heart skip a bit. Did he hurt her?
"Y/N. I didn't mean to...."
"Of course you did. You always do. And I'm gonna explain it to you why I don;t give a damn about it ......” the girl trailed propping herself on the elbow and he immediately looked at her, only slighly surprised. They have been together for a while, but what if she didn't feel the same why about him? What if she didn't L him?
“Do you have anything smart to say, Y/L/N?” he teased rolling his eyes.
“You love me, Jason Todd?” she raised an eyebrow and he turned slightly red. Oh, shit.
“I guess you really are a light sleeper, huh?” that little embarassed tinge in his voice which he tried to cover desperatly did not pass her.
“Um, hello? Did you forget who raised us? Apparently alerted sleep comes in handy. Sometimes.” she moved a bit closer to him smirking. “Jason.” her voice turned a bit more serious. “I need you to be honest with me. Can you handle it?”
“Not sure. Depends on what are you going to say next.” shit, he was shaking in anticipation for her words to come, becoming so freaking nervous.
“Was what you said true? Do you…. do you….?”
“Yes.” There weren’t any sign of hesitation in his voice. However, the harder part was saying the L word to her. How the fuck was it possible that he used it for the first time while speaking to Damian and not her!?
“Well…. Me too.”
“You too what?” he teased grabbing her chin forcing her to look at him and slowly leaning in.
“I too wanna hit your face.”
“Define “hit.” he leaned even closer. “the meaning of the word can vary under given circumstances. Like what do you wanna hit me with?”
“ I’ll let you figure it out by yourself.”
“I can handle that.” He whispered, brushing his lips over hers, so freaking close her breath hitched involuntarily.
“Come on you two lovebirds! Breakfast is on the table! Get up!” Dick busted through the door, making them jump away from one another at once, grinned playfully and disappeared again.
“I’m gonna kill him.” Jason groaned falling back onto the cushions, facing the ceiling and hiding his flushed face in his hands.
“I call dibs on that!” she laughed, quickly getting out of bed.
“You promise?” he grabbed her hand before she left the room, spinning her around to face him.
“Guess you will have to wait and see. Now come on, Alfred will kill us if we’re late for breakfast.” she raised on her toes, pressed her lips against his briefly and rushed off the room. "Last one at the table's a sucker!!"" she yelled loud enough for everyone to hear, causing all the sibilings to run from their rooms to avoid loosing.
Well, all the siblings, except Jay. Poor (or not) boy, was left alone, unable to move a single muscle, wondering why her kiss tasted differently this time.
Maybe it was because he did love her.
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polaroid love - 10. they're real (written)
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the cold air in the building of hybe entertainment was what first greeted y/n, having to do the face detection multiple times to get inside. luckily, jake was there to pick her up and let her in.
“was it always this cold here?” y/n walked side by side with her brother, hands shivering from the sheer coldness. she understood that it was summer but there was no need for the entire building to be freezing cold, despite it feeling nice after walking under the blazing sun.
“no, they usually leave it on a higher temperature but its been hot outside that they blasted it today.”
“on the day that i plan on visiting you and my unnies… anywho, bring me to enhypen first.”
jake could only judge his little sister as they walked past rows of studios, some of which being filled by trainees, others are empty, and some back up dancers. he knew she was planning something, there was no reason for her to visit enhypen unless it was to set him up with his crush.
“how about no? as much as the boys would want to see you again-”
“i’m not going to set you up. just want to say hi then head towards lesserafim’s.”
jake is easily persuaded as they went to enhypen’s studio, he couldn’t say no to his little sister even if he wanted to. going inside, they were met with the chaos of the boys running around while jungwon was nowhere to be found. y/n knew how chaotic it gets but she didn’t expect it to be like that.
“well, where’s jungwon when you need him.” jake laughed at y/n’s statement, knowing fully well that within the group, jungwon is the closest member to her. the group stopped as they waved at y/n, greeting her and talking about whatever they could, watching closely as jake stood next to sunghoon who nudged his shoulders. and to think he was scared that i’ll set him up… bitch can handle his own.
y/n didn’t stay much longer in enhypen’s studio only to be dragged out of it when eunchae had walked past. shouting a quick apology to the group as they walked together to lesserafim’s studio where chaewon and sakura was. the two oldest of the group could only hug their original youngest who somehow grew significantly taller than they remembered but still, loved wholeheartedly. chaewon couldn’t stop gushing how much she missed y/n despite talking everyday and sometimes hanging out when they’re both free. sakura, on the other hand, was talking about nmixx’s debut and y/n’s solo performance for the qualifying. the three chatted away as eunchae did what she’s known for, chaos.
in the span of ten minutes, there were now 5 more people in lesserafim’s studio. y/n looked concerned for a second, the sudden barging into the room, one of them holding stacks of albums, and two of them holding their phones close, although two of the girls immediately caught y/n’s eyes.
“wow… they’re prettier in person.” sakura and chaewon followed her gaze only to lead onto the two oldest members of the group, minji and hanni.
“SHE’S REAL?!” hyein broke the silence as her thought finally processed that her ult bias was in front of her. y/n was on the same boat as her; they’re real.
synopsis: y/n did not intend to join the kpop industry but after her brother had convinced her, she's taken the industry by storm. what happens when she unintentionally catches the attention and heart for two members of the rookie group that's taking everyone by storm, newjeans?
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# jisoo:
" unnie that's the weirdest thing you've ever done and said congratulation"
Contact name: jisoo unnie 🖖
In the first meeting, jia thought that jisoo was a model or an actress from how pretty she is. But that soon changed to that's the weirdest unnie she knew of. Yet seeing as jia is really outgoing it didn't intimidated her. after all living with two older brothers makes you sometimes question your sanity. But jia matched her energy so well. That now she is the one who can annoy jisoo the most and this is where she try to pull up her I'm the oldest sister card. Key word try because she will end up laughing with her at herself.
# Jennie:
" unnie, what do you mean you don't want to meet me in your next life?, unnie you don't want to be blessed with me?"
Contact name : mandu unnie
Baby blinks thinks that jia and Jennie are sisters. After all you can't blame them, the look similar to each other appearance wise, the same squishy cheeks, the cat eyes and the same sassy attitude on stage . Jia even though she is the youngest she is really protective of Jennie, so no one dares to even say s single bad thing about her. Jennie always said that jia was the missing piece of their group when she came everything felt right and complete.
# Rosé:
" rosé don't go emotional on me now, my little fragile heart can't take it"
Contact name: foodie unnie
If she was honest jia will tell you that she thought that she and rosé wouldn't work out. That's her first mistake, she judged too early because she thought that the older girl was too quiet for her liking and the truth was that rosé was just observing her. When these two shared their hidden stack of snacks when they were hungry one night in the dorm, they became best friends and soon ganged up on Lisa. Those two loves food in new places and gossiping. You get it right these two know the gossip of the whole industry including their own and laugh about hos stupid they are while a movie playing in the background.
# Lisa:
" I swear to God, my brain cells aren't made for this"
Contact name: Dumb
Jia and Lisa are the dumb and stupid duo. You can't figure out who is who. Jia always prided herself of being a smart girl, after all she always was the top in her class, she can speak multiple languages, she is the smartest between her siblings, and yes she says that shamelessly. But something about being with Lisa makes her logical side evaporates into nothing. Actually these two in the beginning were ennemis, their coaches always put them against each other back then but before debut they made up. These two you can't leave them alone for just a second.
# Miwa:
" thank you for being with me, just thank you"
Contact name: mi- chan🩷
Jia and Miwa have established a bound so pure and precious. They are grateful to have met each other. Sisterhood doesn't mean you have to share the same blood and they knew the meaning of that when they met each other. One of the main reasons that jia worked so hard to prove herself in the short training period that she had compared to the other girls was to debut along with Miwa. She was the first to tell her and trust her about her brother identity when they were still trainees and Miwa always stood beside her when some girls wanted to bully her because they were jealous of the girl who just came and all the coaches praised her. blinks loves these two interactions because it doesn't seem to be a boring moment between these two. These duo is the unstoppable duo in K-pop that they begin to call them Lilith and the siren. Lilith being jia and siren being Miwa of how much they know how to utilize their dark femenin energy on stage and off stage and how their energies matches so well with each other. That even experts begin to study their energies and give tips to be like them.
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An arrow for my Bow
For day 2 of @glimbowweek: Meet Cute. This was slightly inspired by the scene where the bunny loses the arrow in the animated Robin Hood and then it diverged.
Bow ignored his two older siblings. They were supposed to be babysitting him, but it was apparent that they didn’t want to be. He’d already gotten what he wanted from the arrangement anyway, so if they wanted to be idiots it was none of his business.
He aimed the toy bow towards a tree and released the arrow. It fell short by a long way. It only took him ten paces to retrieve it, then he turned around and walked straight back to the starting point to go again.
“I touched the fence. That makes me the winner,” his brother was crowing smugly.
“Nu-uh!” His sister refuted, “You didn’t go inside, so it doesn’t count.”
They were the oldest of Bow’s siblings who remained at home, but that didn’t make them immune to their father’s rule of avoiding princesses. They’d dragged Bow to Brightmoon to play “who could get closest to the castle”; but neither of them had dared enter the grounds, even with the incentive that the winner got a favour from the loser.
Bow wasn’t interested, he was more than happy with his bow an arrow: the bribe they’d given him in exchange for his silence on what they were doing. When he got home, he’d have to feign disinterest in the weapon, librarians didn’t need weapons after all, so he was going to make the most of it now.
“You’re shooting way too low,” his sister critiqued, having torn herself away long enough to check on him.
Sure enough, the latest arrow only made it half way.
“Try pointing up a bit,” she advised.
Dutifully, Bow grabbed the arrow and aimed as instructed.
“Not that hi-“ her warning came too late as Bow loosed the arrow, and it went sailing high into the sky.
It went down far beyond the fence.
“It’s not our fault you lost it, so you still better not talk,” she chirped up, instantly on the defensive.
“Aren’t you supposed to be going in there anyway?” Bow asked, hopefully.
“Like Mo is brave enough to do that,” she rolled her eyes, “just find a way to entertain yourself.”
She turned back to Mo and challenged him to get the arrow.
“It’s your turn. I touched the fence,” Mo retorted.
Bow sighed. He really did want that arrow back and it didn’t look like either of his siblings were going to help. What were the chances of running into a princess anyway?
*
Bow had been searching the undergrowth for some time when suddenly something fell from the sky with a loud thump. For a second, he thought it could have been his arrow coming untangled from overhead branches, but it had been too big and loud for that. Also, there were no trees near that spot.
He wandered over to investigate and found a pillow laying there. He started to look up, to see where it had come from, but before he could, there was a poof and a girl appeared. She landed hard on the cushion.
“Ow!” She grumbled and then seemed to spot him, “hey! Stop judging me! I was only a little off. It’s my first time teleporting that far down.”
She scowled up at him and, given how small she looked, it was kind of cute.
She scrambled to her feet and dusted herself off with a sigh.
“I’m usually better at it,” She insisted and then seemed to notice his owlish expression, “who are you supposed to be anyway? I don’t know you.”
“You’re a princess,” Bow acknowledged, gulping.
He was going to be in so much trouble with his dads for this.
“Duh. I asked who you were, not who I am,” the princess pointed out.
“I’m just… My arrow,” He held up the bow in explanation, “it came in here and…”
She waited for him to finish, but he didn’t.
“Do you know where? The grounds are huge, so it’ll be hard to find and I can’t help. It’s not going to be long till mum notices I’m gone.”
He shook his head, “I thought it was here, but I’ve been looking for ages already.”
He’d visibly begun to relax as she talked.
“I can just grab you some from the armoury instead. I’ve already got quite the collection of weapons,” She looked so proud, but it was hard to take her seriously when she was a head shorter than him.
“Oh, you have a toy archery set too? Are you any good?”
“Toy?” she scoffed at the notion, “I can hook you up with a real bow and arrow. Hang on.”
In a blink, she was gone again.
“Glimmah!?” A shrill voice sounded from in the castle, “Did I just hear you teleporting? You’re supposed to be grounded!”
“Mum! I’m trying to go to the toilet!” The girl could be heard yelling back, “I’m still learning to aim my teleports!”
“Then walk, Glimmah.”
A few seconds later Glimmer returned, weapons in arm.
“Here,” She presented them to him, “that was so embarrassing. I ended up in the kitchen instead, which is way too close to mum’s throne room.”
“Thank you, Glimmah.”
She cringed, “actually, it’s Glimmer. My mum is the only one who calls me Glimmah.”
“Oh. I’m Bow,” Bow introduced.
Glimmer laughed.
“You’re kidding right? Like a bow?” She indicated the weapon.
“I guess,” he shrugged, “I don’t have anywhere to keep this.”
“What about at your house?” Glimmer frowned.
He just shrugged.
“Oh! I didn’t realise!” Glimmer looked shocked, though Bow had no idea what she’d just worked out, “you can keep it hear and come over anytime. Mum won’t mind.”
“Glimmah!” The queens voice sounded from directly above, “Why aren’t you in your room?”
“I have to go. Just hide them in the garden when you’re done and come use them whenever. I’m sorry about your home.”
With that she disappeared.
Bow wanted to asked what about his home had her apologising, but it was too late.
He didn’t get a chance to practice as he knew his own family would have noticed his absence, so he hid his arrows against a tree and ran for the entrance.
*
Sure enough, when Bow came out his sister was going frantic.
“Bow! Where have you been? Mo! I found him! He’s here!”
Mo was on the phone and seemed just as agitated, “we found him, officer.”
He hung up quickly and rushed over.
“Are you hurt? What happened?” he questioned.
Bow was surprised by the attention, “I just wanted my arrow…”
He broke off sheepishly.
There was a beat and Mo started laughing too hard, earning worried looks from their sister.
“Great, you broke your brother. I hope you’re happy,” she sighed, “where’s the arrow then?”
Bow shrugged.
“I’ll get you a new one, just don’t tell George or Lance that we lost you,” she bargained.
“It’s fine, but I want to come here next time too.”
“Fine. I guess you do get a favour win the game after all.”
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Hiya! I would like to request a match up with one of the Obey Me brothers? Romantically please!
I am a girl, She/Her. I have mid back strawberry blonde hair, and sea green colored eyes. I am 5'9/175cm.
I am the second oldest out of four kids. I am very kind and try to be as gentle as I can with people. I am very shy when we first meet, but once you get to know me I'm a weirdo and a goofball.
I'm not good at expressing how I feel, it makes me feel weak and most people just judge me for how I feel. I don't like giving people my opinions on things unless they ask for it, I usually try and avoid conflict as best as I can.
I love reading, fantasy and murder mysterys are my go to genres of books. I love anything involves writing, but I'm not very good at English, lmao.
I love watching Murder documentaries or Forensic files/Cold case files and Anime. I also love sports, like basketball, track, soccer, volleyball etc. I also loveee winter sports, like skiing and ice-skating. Though I'm not very good at ice skating. I also enjoy hunting and hiking and farm equipment. I adore corgis and German shepherds.
I love my family with all my heart and will do anything for them. I am not a very violent person or one to get angry quickly, I dont enjoy hurting people. But my anger is very bad and I usually walk away from the situation before it gets out of hand.
I am so sorry it's so long, I hope it's not too much! Please take your time! Thank you so much!
Absolutely! Reading through this, I think I would comfortably match you up with our adorable sixth-born and Avatar of Gluttony, Beelzebub.
He's calm, quiet, and kind-hearted. You say you're shy and have trouble opening up to people at first. Well, Beel seems like the sort of person you could sit with and not have to say much of anything, but it wouldn't feel awkward.
As someone who can come across as stoic and intimidating at first glance, Beel isn't likely to be judgmental if you put up a bit of a front. If anything, he might assume you're hungry. That's the sort of face he makes when he's thinking about when his next meal is.
It sounds like talking isn't your favorite way to communicate your feelings, and it isn't Beel's either. Physical affection and acts of service are more in line with how he expresses himself. (He tries to give gifts too, but usually the gift is food, and he tends to eat that before he can give it to anyone.) Beel seems like the sort of person who would be content just to spend time together, regardless of what you're doing.
He's also not someone who is, for lack of a better term, very needy. Asmo and Levi need constant praise and reassurances, respectively, and Mammon and Belphie are jealous and want your attention all the time. The four of them, and to a lesser extent, Satan, all require enormous stores of attention, and they tend to be selfish about it. They want to be taken care of, whether they'd admit it or not. Nothing in your profile makes me think that you'd be thrilled to push aside your own interests, family, or feelings just to accommodate a guy who, let's face it, is unlikely to give you the same level of consideration.
The main reason I don't consider Lucifer a good match is that you seem like someone who is not entirely sure of yourself; maybe dealing with a few insecurities. Lucifer is a painfully honest and sometimes prickly person who will tell you exactly how it is, and that sort of uncensored, straightforward nature would probably intimidate and upset you.
I felt Satan wasn't as good a match as Beel for a few reasons. First, although Beel doesn't always express how he feels in words, he at least tends to understand what he's feeling and why. Satan, on the other hand, overanalyzes what happens inside his head to the extent that he loses track of what his core emotions even are. Second is the temper. Obviously, Satan has one too. He'll become testy and annoyed seemingly at random. But one of the worst things in any relationship is for two people who are extremely angry to try and de-escalate each other. It's a set-up for potentially toxic dynamics. I think you and Satan could be great friends though, especially with your mutual interest in murder mysteries and crime.
When you're angry or upset, Beel is kind of the perfect choice if you want someone who won't take things personally or inadvertently escalate things more by trying to talk you down. He'd probably sit and listen quietly as you expressed yourself, wait for you to calm down, then buy you ice cream.
Oh, and I never even mentioned that, as an athlete, he'd love to spend time playing or enthusing over sports with you. Bonus perk!
So there you have it. I hope this was fun to read!
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A Listening Ear (1.9k)
Written by @tea-withjamandbread ties in with @aesopsharpmybeloved’s series A New Chance At Life
Summary: After Theodore finds himself on the receiving end of a good dressing-down, he needs someone to talk to. Luckliy for him, his oldest brother is always there to lend a listening ear.
TW: Mention of stillbirth, a little sad so maybe grab tissues if you tend to need them…
December 20th, 1916
It was winter break and the Sharp children typically spent this time at home with their parents. This year, though, for the second Christmas in a row, they were one family member short, Magdala having made her way across the Atlantic to pursue her research.
Both parents had hoped that by now that the war raging on the continent would have died down, making international travel easier. Securing Magdala's visa for the United States of America had been quite the task, and while Aesop maintained a good relationship with the British ambassador to MACUSA, her visa only allowed her to enter the country one time. She couldn’t simply come and go as she pleased as she would during peacetime. Magdala wouldn't be joining her family until the war ended, unfortunately.
It seemed though that she was making the best out of the current situation, judging by the letters she sent back home. She had spent the bulk of her time tracking down and studying the Wampus Cat, native to the Appalachian Mountains. She appeared to have a healthy social life as well, having even, much to Aesop's chagrin and her mother's delight, fallen in love. A man from New York had caught her eye. He was currently apprenticing under Shikoba Wolfe, hoping to master the art of wandmaking himself. Their relationship was still in its early stages, but Maggie had mentioned on a few occasions how she was looking forward to introducing him to everyone once travel was possible.
"So much for wanting to wait a little bit before setting down"
"Aesop, relax it's not like she's engaged to the lad"
"She had better not get engaged before I get the chance to-"
"To what, Ace? Poison him?"
"I was going to say interrogate him, but poisoning him is a nice alternative"
"Darling this is Maggie we're talking about. She's got a good head on her shoulders. She wouldn't be talking about introductions if he wasn't the same. He's apprenticing to be a wandmaker. That's impressive! And quite a lucrative business, too once he gets started on his own."
"What are you saying"
"I'm saying we could do worse for a future son-in-law"
"As long as he keeps his 'wand' away from my daught-"
"Oh my aren't you the hypocrite Aesop Sharp!"
Eleazar had reached the home stretch of his studies at Hogwarts. He had taken on a respectable amount of NEWT classes, in addition to serving as Head Boy, and de-facto assistant to Hogwarts' potions master in the (quite limited) amount of free time he had. He himself was a few months into his first relationship, a lovely girl from his own house named Alice. He had developed a crush on her while in his sixth year and had only recently gathered the courage to ask her out after having helped her obtain certain potions ingredients she was missing for class over the fall.
Natalie was far too focused on her studies to even consider engaging in a romantic relationship, and already had such a hard time with letting her guard down that it would likely take quite some time for her to allow herself to trust someone enough before she gave them her heart. She didn't yet know what she wanted to do in life, so she knew she'd have to do well in her OWL's next year in order to keep all doors open for herself. She did have a small group of trusted friends, though, and her parents were quite happy to see her finally break out of her shell.
Then, there was Theodore. He didn't struggle in school per se, his grades were always among the very top of his class, but he had certainly spent a lot of time in detention over the past few months, which had earned him a good dressing down from his father earlier that day. In his parents’ eyes, he really seemed to show complete disregard for the school’s rules, and the boy had just been reminded that there was a reason in which they were in place, that he still needed to respect them even if he didn’t understand or agree with them, and even after he graduated and went out into the world, he couldn’t just recklessly do what he wanted.
Theodore knew his father had spoken to him from a place of deep love. He knew that of his four living children, he was the one that worried him the most, not just because of his preferred career path, but because he saw a lot of himself in his youngest son. He was desperate in wanting to make sure Theodore didn’t end up like he once was, and today his desperation had reached a boiling point.
Knowing where his words came from didn’t make them sting any less, though, and so once he had been dismissed by the former professor, Theodore donned his coat and scarf and ventured outside to the garden. It was a mild winter day and snow fell gently in large flakes, covering the ground in a soft white blanket. Theodore wiped the snow off the stone bench in the garden and took a seat, facing away from the house, the tears that had started to form in his eyes threatening to fall. He spoke to his older brother.
"I bet you heard all of that, didn't you… It's always rough, you know, being on the receiving end..."
Silence. Theodore took a shaky breath.
“I just… I know he’s right. I know I need to do better, to get in trouble less. I know it’s going to catch up with me eventually, like it did him all those years ago. I know he doesn’t want me to make the same mistakes he made… it’s just…” A gentle breeze blew and Theodore sighed
“I’m not… brilliant like Maggs. She just… picks up on everything real quick you know? Hardly makes any mistakes, makes everything look so easy! And she's been halfway around the world for over a year now doing her own thing and on the one hand I'm happy for her but on the other hand...I don't know when we'll get to see her again... And I didn’t inherit the potions gene like Eleazar did. He's pretty much set for life! Graduating from Hogwarts later this year and he's already got his career all sorted out. Heck, he had his apprenticeship all but secured before he even started school, it was always a question of "if he was interested" in joining the family business rather than "if he could earn it". Not that he doesn't deserve to apprentice under Dad, he'll probably end up at his skill level in a couple years at the rate he's going. Don't uhhh… don't tell Dad I said that."
Theodore blinked and looked ahead, continuing to bare his heart.
"And Natty… Did I tell you that she almost decapitated Professor Ronen the first time he had us play Summoner’s court? It was pretty brilliant, actually. She has to work to TONE DOWN her magic! The rest of us are just trying to keep up with her half the time. And she's got friends now, which is awesome but I keep worrying that she won't want to hang out with me anymore. Which is ridiculous really, I mean… I have friends and I still want to hang out with her, she's my twin!"
Snowflakes continued to fall and Theodore could hear faint music coming from the house behind him.
"Meanwhile, everyone tells me I’m so smart and talented and have such a bright future ahead of me but I just feel like… like I have to work twice as hard just to measure up to the rest of them and even then I fall short... So yeah, I sneak out after curfew and see what I can get away with. I see what I can do to help people while I’m at it. And you know what? I sometimes feel like it… like it actually helps me do better in school you know, like I’m finding some actual practical ways to use the stuff that I’m learning. Dad’s right though. It needs to stop. I need to do better from now on. I think… I think I can do it. I think I can keep myself in check, and start staying out of trouble.”
Theodore closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, he could hear the music, still. He could feel the snow landing on his hair and face as well as a single tear making its way out of his eye and onto his cheek. He didn’t hear his father open the door and walk towards him.
“Thanks, Clarence. You’re a really great listener. I know it’s strange to say I miss you, seeing as I never met you, but I… I really wish you were here. Say hi to Granddad for me. Tell him I'll try my best to do good by him. Tell him people are going to be proud of Theodore Sharp from now on, instead of hearing the name and instantly thinking 'what did he do to land himself in detention now?’”
Aesop sat next to his son and placed an arm around him, pulling him close. He looked at the stone in front of him. It didn’t mark the actual resting place of his own father as well as his stillborn son, but it was a place he, and the rest of his family, came to reflect and remember, whenever they needed it.
Theodore Sharp, 1820 - 1854
Clarence Aesop Sharp, March 26th, 1897
“How much did you hear?”
“Just your last sentence.” He kissed his son’s forehead as he felt his shoulder dampen slightly. Aesop glanced at the sky, snow falling in his face “He heard everything, though.”
Both sat in silence for a while, Aesop holding his son close, drawing circles with his thumb on his shoulder and gently humming so as to give Theodore some privacy as he sobbed. To anyone else who might have been looking on at the scene, it simply looked like a father comforting his son. However, everyone who shared their last name knew that there were three Sharps in the garden at that moment.
“Are those gingerbreads I smell?”
“Yes. They’re pretty good, too”
“They always are.”
Theodore stood up but Aesop stayed seated. “I’m already proud of you. I need you to know that.”
“Thanks, Dad. Thanks for always looking out for us”
Theo took a step towards the house but his father remained on the bench. “Aren’t you coming inside, too?”
“I’ll join you all in a couple minutes”
Theodore walked back towards his father and gave him a hug “Granddad would be proud of you, too. Just so you know”
“Thank you, son”
“I promise we won’t eat all the gingerbreads while you’re out”
Aeop chuckled “You better not”
Theodore gave his father one last squeeze before walking back towards the house, feeling lighter than he had when he had walked out. Some of his friends thought it was strange how he made a point to talk to his brother who had never taken his first breath, or remember the man he had never met but with whom he shared a name, but Theodore knew better. He had heard it often, from both his parents. Four words of wisdom that helped him through some of his most tumultuous days.
There is no without.
#hogwarts legacy#fanfiction#hogwarts legacy fanfiction#aesop sharp#Professor Sharp#original characters#magdala sharp#eleazar sharp#natalie sharp#theodore sharp#sharp family#tag: the sharp family#hurt/comfort#grieving#domestic fluff#some fluff#father and son
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Musicals Put On By Night Raven College
Drama Teacher: Ratton (OC based off of Ratigan from the Great Mouse Detective):
SIX:
(The first names are the singers, the second names are their dance partners as creative liberties for this musical playing Henry VIII or just the men mentioned in the songs).
Catherine of Aragon - Vil + Juna (1/8 MCs).
Anne Boelyn - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs) + Silver
Jane Seymour - Lilia + Idia
Anne of Cleeves - Riddle + Floyd
Katherine Howard - Norito (5/8 MCs) + Sebek
Catherine Parr - Rinsay (2/8 MCs) + Rook
Heathers:
Veronica - Rinsay (2/8 MCs)
J. D. - Rook
Heather Chandler - Vil
Heather Duke - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs)
Heather McNamara - Cater
Ram - Ace
Kurt - Deuce
Ram’s Dad - Trey
Kurt’s Dad - Arthur (An oc, big brother of Riddle)
Martha Dunnstock - Kalim
Ms. Fleming - Epel (imagine him saying “And Steve, I’m ending our affair” in his actual voice).
Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street:
Sweeney Todd - Malleus
Mrs. Lovett - Isara (8/8 MCs)
Anthony Hope - Silver
Johanna - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs)
Judge Turpin - Leona
Beadle - Ruggie
Toby - Ortho
Pirelli - Floyd
‘Old Woman’ / Lucy - Vil
Les Misérables:
Valjean - Dante (oc based off of Drizella; Prof. Trien’s oldest child)
Javert - Sebek
Fantine - Vil
Child / Adult Cosette - Epel
Monsieur Thénardier - Floyd
Madame Thénardier - Jinsuke (7/8 MCs)
Éponine - Cater
Gavroche - Ortho
Enjolras - Ace
Grantaire - Deuce
Marius - Hiraku (3/8 MCs)
Courfeyrac - Rook
Combeferre - Trey
Joly - Pippa (strong oc based off of Panic from Hercules)
Bahorel - Jack
Feuilly - Ruggie
Bossuet - Isara (8/8 mcs)
Jehan - Riddle
The Forman - Althea (oc based off of Pain)
The Bishop - Kalim
Hamilton:
Alexander Hamilton - Ace
Aaron Burr - Leona
George Washington - Malleus
Thomas Jefferson - Arthur (oc; Riddle’s older brother)
James Madison - Azul
John Laurens - Deuce
Hercules Mulligan - Dante (OC based off of Drizella)
Marquis de Lafayette - Rook
Angelica Schuyler - Vil
Eliza Schuyler - Anteros (OC based off of Meg from Hercules)
Peggy Schuyler - Polkus (OC based off of Iago from Aladdin)
Philip Hamilton - Ruggie
King George III - Floyd
Samuel Seabury - Pippa (Panic from Hercules)
Charles Lee - Kalim
George 1 Eaker - Jack
Maria Reynolds - Norito (5/8 mcs)
James Reynolds - Jamil
Hadestown:
Orpheus - Hiraku (3/8 mcs)
Eurydice - Epel
Hermes - Ace
Hades - Idia
Persephone - Lilia
Fate 1 - Kiza (6/8 mcs)
Fate 2 - Norito (5/8 mcs)
Fate 3 - Rinsay (2/8 mcs)
Beetlejuice:
Beetlejuice - Floyd
Lydia - Norito (5/8 mcs)
Lydia’s Dad - Juna (1/8 mcs)
Lydia’s Step Mother, Delia - Vil
Barbara - Cater
Barbara’s Husband, Adam - Trey
The Landlord - Azul
The Dead Woman, Ms. Argentina - Jinsuke (7/8 mcs)
Girl Scout, Sky - Ortho
Below is where my fiancé and I don’t have any ideas but if you guys do, they will be appreciated! ☺️🫰
Dear Evan Hansen:
Evan Hansen -
Evan’s Mom -
Connor -
Connor’s Sister -
Connor’s Mother -
Connor’s Father -
Evan’s Friend -
Be More Chill:
Jeremy - Idia
Michael -
Christine -
Rich -
Jake -
Popular Girl 1 -
Popular Girl 2 -
Popular Girl 3 -
The S.q.u.i.b -
The Greatest Showman:
B. T. Barnum -
B. T. Barnum’s Wife -
B. T. Barnum’s Children -
The Right Hand Man -
The Acrobat -
The Bearded Lady -
The Opera Singer -
Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief Part 1:
Percy -
Percy’s Mom -
Grover -
Annabeth -
Luke -
Clarice -
Chiron -
Dionysus -
Ares -
Poseidon -
Hades - Idia
Zeus -
Hermes -
Chronos -
Alecto -
Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog:
Dr. Horrible - Idia
Penny - Lilia
In The Heights:
Usnavy -
Vanessa -
Sonny -
Nina -
Benny -
Nina’s Mom -
Nina’s Dad -
Abuela Claudia -
Hairdresser Woman -
Teenage Girl -
1776:
John Adams -
Benjamin Franklin -
Richard Henry Lee -
John Dickinson -
James Wilson -
Edward Rutledge -
John Hancock -
Charles Thomson -
Robert Livingston -
Roger Sherman -
Dr. Lyman Hall -
Reverend John Witherspoon -
Lewis Morris -
Stephen Hopkins -
Andrew McNair -
Charley McNair -
Billy Hartford -
Abigail Adams -
Martha Jefferson -
The Book of Mormon:
#night raven college presents#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#casting#twst Wonderland casting#night raven college
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Queen and spirit of Halloween's children again I'm using my OC Jacqulyn so don't judge me also this is part 2 also just let you all know that she's also the mother of the crypt TV monsters so I hope you all enjoy
Pennywise
So apparently his mother was expecting a little girl instead of a boy so she came up the name pennywise instead of penny of course his siblings would always make fun of his name because it sounded like a girl's name but their mother would always tell them to not make fun of others or each other because family is forever and friends are temporary in life is precious. Jacqulyn is the only one that pennywise is scared of one would be because she birthed him and two is because he saw what she could do anyways his father is very unknown like babadook's and Sam's and the others but one thing is for sure and I cannot lie that pennywise in his siblings have a mother that will always be there and never die of course when his mom found out what he did to the kids she was unhappy and she was mad she yelled she shout she pulled his ear and gave him a lecture never to eat children or anyone else because she knows his fears she reminds him that all the love and all the kisses he got when he was a little boy all the lipsticks things that she had a wipe off his cheeks when he went to school he was so embarrassed by remembering all that that his face turned red he immediately apologized to the people he tormented and gave his mom a hug instead pennywise loves his mom this is true he doesn't want to know who his father is so he has a mom that'll do.
Look see
Look see is the second oldest of his brothers and somebody oldest of his sisters it's not easy being the second child or the second son but sometimes it's okay because it could be fun look see loves his mom very much even though it may seem that he doesn't have eyes he knows what she looks like through touch when he touches her face he could tell that she is beautiful he loves his mom no matter what he gives her her favorite flowers on mother's Day brunch he's scared of her because he knows what she can do but he isn't scared of her that much because she loves all her children too she's protective she's kind she'll remind you of Marge Simpson in a South Mama way. He gets teased almost every day by his brothers and his sisters mostly by his oldest brother babadook because his brother tells him he has bad fashion taste of course they will both fight and argue but their mother knows what to do she puts them in time out in separate rooms tell them both to calm down and when they're calmed down they come out and apologize to each other and join the others in either cleaning or cooking or eating dinner with each other of course they all have jobs to do they are grown ups that is true but some of their siblings are too young to understand what is false and what is true look see is very different from his siblings he works with most of his sisters and brothers trying to make sure the world is balanced like his sister Tara for example she is the environment of mother nature but she loves her mother no matter what but we'll talk about her in another post so I hope that you all enjoyed this and this is to be continued
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you don't have to read all this really just a rant tbh
I lived in a 5 bedroom house with a large family, lots of siblings. My father got a divorce from his first wife when I was very young and married his second wife when I was about 5. My father had 3 girls and my step mom had a girl and a boy, together they had a girl and a boy. My two younger siblings were born when I was about 7 and 8. My younger brother and I did not get along and I would get into trouble a lot for hurting him even though he would antagonize me until I hit him and then he would tell on me. I did a lot of things just to get my parents’ attention because I felt like they did not care about me and I just wanted them to love me. I struggled a lot with depression because I did not have a lot of friends at school and was not allowed to go out anywhere except if my parents were with me. My step sister was not very nice to me as a child and that didn’t help with my depression because whenever my parents were away she was in charge and she usually made me and my older sister stand in a corner while her and my oldest sister had fun together. But now we have a good relationship so that’s good at least! At school I was an outcast no one really liked me except for a few people so I grew to be mean to everyone who tried to get close to me therefore only making my classmates hate me more. I created this sort of force field around myself that no one could penetrate so by the time I met the man I intended to marry I was already so damaged. He didn’t see it and I liked that he didn’t know anything about who I was and so I became very attached to him and did not want to let him go. Which led to us getting married the summer after I graduated high school. We got an apartment together, we worked our jobs and we hung out, getting to know each other. After about a year of marriage we had a beautiful baby boy and that is when my depression, anxiety, and panic disorder got worse. My insomnia came back and not because the baby kept me up at night, because he slept really well. I am not really certain why I had insomnia but some days I would stay awake until 8am unable to sleep and I would just lie there. I would try several things to help me sleep with nothing helping me. Soon I fell into a deep depression again and my husband had no sympathy towards me in fact I felt like he was making it worse because he would just tell me to stop acting like such a bitch and other things. After having our second child my husband started to be a little nicer to me and he would actually help with the kids sometimes so I thought it was going to get better but then he just went back to his old ways of verbally and even sometimes physically abusing me. I mostly stay with him because I don’t want to lose custody of my kids…well that’s what I tell myself anyway. I know that no judge in their right mind would side with him since I have physical evidence of his abuse towards me. I guess the real reason I stay is because I feel like I will never be able to find someone who truly loves me and will treat me and my kids the way that we should be treated. Honestly though maybe I deserve this because of how horrible I have been to everyone. My kids on the other hand deserve better since they never asked for any of this. I wish I could be strong enough to leave for them. I fear that I won’t even be able to leave until they are older and by that time they’ll probably be so damaged that it won’t even be worth leaving because it won’t make any difference. I know that makes me a really bad mom I wish that I could have seen the future and just not had any kids it was honestly such a selfish thing for me to do I just wanted someone to love me and instead of leaving my current partner and searching for a new partner I decided to just make some kids and have them as my companions. I wish that God had never given me any kids because I really don’t deserve to have them. I cry every night thinking about how they will have to grow up in this house and how I grew up and that I am doing the exact same thing to my kids by not leaving my husband.
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Bleh
Anyways I still do think the craving for affection is healing. Sadly my cat doesn't cuddle like most cats do, she'll just lay beside me and not on me. But also it's not the same as cuddling a human being.
When I was little momster was affectionate and grandmonster would give hugs into my adolescents. But grandmonsters affection wasn't genuine anyways. Momster stopped hugging us as we got older because she felt it was incestuous.
I never understood that. Hugging and giving your own kids kisses is incest? Wtaf? So for awhile like once I started getting hugs. I use to cringe everytime but ofcourse I'd take them. I've never been one to turn them down. I mean like when I started my first job and made friends. They were the ones doling out the hugs. Not my blood relatives.
Like my friend in Seattle or I should say sister. Would rest her head on my shoulder and I'd stiffen up. It felt weird. But I felt so safe being with her. I had no anxiety and I just felt like I didn't have to worry about a thing. She really took care of me and I appreciate it. Like I felt like I could say whatever and she wouldn't judge me. It was the best.
Honestly love was conditional for me growing up. It was never let me do these things for you because your my kid and I love you. Oh and those times I'd get hit with the belt or a hand. I'd be crying and told to shutup and threatened with being hit some more if I didn't stop crying. Fun times. Fun times.
Grandmonster was evil with a capital E. That bitch still is. Everytime I'd laugh at something, she'd tell me to stop all that stupid laughing. Yet she was aloud to laugh that ugly ass obnoxious laugh anytime she was on the phone with someone.
Then I had braids and I wanted to give myself bangs. So I took one braid from each side and had it in a pony tail but left those out for bangs. She told me I looked stupid and to put them back in the pony tail. I put my hair the way I wanted once I got to school. Fuck her.
Then one night she had guests over and I had the braids down. She kept making me put it back into a ponytail. Then that one time when bitchster had just been born. We were taking a pic at the mall that said to granny with love. She kept complaining about me smiling and said she didn't want the picture because I was smiling in it. She was always telling me how ugly my smile was. I do feel like I internalized it a little.
Then for awhile I was the only girl between 2 boys. I'm the second oldest. I ofcourse wanted to do the things they were doing. She basically yelled at me for it and said I couldn't do those things because I'm a girl.
Then momster would get into arguments with her about how she was treating me. Like I said momster was a good mother when we were little. She actually did put in effort. Then again bringing men around and partying. So okay I'm 50/50 on it. But she did defend me when her mother was being a bitch to me.
Always telling me I couldn't watch cartoon network but my brothers could watch whatever they wanted. Oh and I basically almost got hit just for saying Yup to her. She also kept making me say yes mam', but not my brothers. I hated that shit. Why do I have to say it and they don't? My gender does not mean I need to be treated like shit.
Manipulating everyone and turning them against me. Getting mad at me because someone dared to help and so in her eyes I was acting helpless. Which wasn't the case at all.
I'd go ask her for stuff and she'd snap at me just for asking. It's the reason why if I ask someone for help and if they yell at me. I'll never ask them again.
Oh that one time I was complaining about being bored and she said there's dishes to do. My brothers didn't have to do them so I didn't want to. Well she comes charging at me about to beat my ass and I run. Somehow I managed to rip my nail off. I didn't notice until I saw blood. It did hurt once I noticed.
She would let my brothers sit on the computer all day and not me. I had to do the dishes if I wanted to get on and even then it would only be for an hour. Ugh. Bull. Fucking. Shit.
Long story short I was punished all the time for dumb things. I could add more, but I can't think of any at the moment. My friend suggested shitting in a bag and just putting it on her grave. You know what? I just might do that.
I hope her death is the most painful ever. She can suffer the all the pain she caused me. All the rejection and feeling like I ain't shit. Fuck her.
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i think being the mean bisexual leftist disappointment in my family is actually very sexci of me
#tj talks#literally cant open my mouth without my mom being like UM YOURE BEING JUDGEMENTAL#meanhiwle she calls my generation a bunch of snowlfakes and spends every sunday scrolling through tinder#and judging girls with my second oldest brother#also my oldest brother is dope as hell#also leftist#and he also bought gamestop stocks when this happened ansksksk#he also said he find the situaiton very funny but NOOOO he didn't get lectured ONLY ME#this shit RIGGED
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My impression/expectations of the Madrigals based on the first trailer vs what I think of them now
Mirabel
Then
- didn't really pay attention to her tbh
-seemed a little dull compared to the others
-viewed her as a narrative device than an actual character
Now
-Anna and Hiccup fused into Mirabel
-her sarcasm is immaculate
-most relatable character out of everyone
-fantastic dancer
-prolly very into arts and crafts
-very cute face
Isabela
Then
-hnngh pretty flower lady
-disney princess vibes
-probably gonna be my fav
-I feel like she sings to birds in the morning
-prolly gives food to the homeless or smth
Now
-went for Cady Heron got Regina George
-I judged this book by its cover so hard
-she's?? so?? hot? help???
-serving femme domme realness
-golden child syndrome sucks
-wouldn't be opposed to her taking over the world actually
-supervillain au when?
-thinks she deserves everything and she's absolutely right
Luisa
Then
-hnngh big hot lady
-seems like a no-nonsense type character
-another candidate for favorite
-man crusher
-notice me senpai
Now
-a lot sillier than I imagined and I love it
-Scorpia kinnie
-emotional baby
-daddy's girl
-I could strangle disney for not giving her a colorful dress like the others
-#LetLuisaHaveFrills2k22
-gives the best hugs
Dolores
Then
-didn't appear much in the trailer so
-didn't really have an opinion
Now
-she's!! so!! cute!!!
-town's biggest gossip
-her squeaks give me life
-better rapper than Eminem
-can't keep a secret
-very unflappable like nothing surprises her
-tells her mother everything
-can destroy you in five words or less
-I feel like she likes fluffy things
-won't start a fight but will finish one
-10/10 quality girl I want to kiss her nose
Camilo
Then
-thought his shapeshifting power was pretty cool
-immediately pegged him as the comic relief
Now
-very pretty boy
-everyone's favorite cousin
-mama's boy
-doesn't care what anyone thinks
-his smirk sustains me
-also tells his mother everything
-master prankster
Antonio
Then
-adorable baby boy
-want to give lots of snacks and snuggles
-deserves love
Now
-and pretty much yeah
Bruno
Then
-I had no idea this man existed lmao
-didn't see him in the trailer
Now
-someone get this man some depression meds
-really needs a hug
-probably listens to Simple Plan
-terrible decision-making skills
-mans really decided to hide in the walls for a decade rather than talk to his mom
-i mean same tbh
-could y’all stop infantilizing this 50 year old neurodivergent man thanks
-is LOVED by his family and anyone that says otherwise is wrong
Pepa
Then
-I liked her hair
-also didn't appear much in the trailer so no opinion
-didn't watch We don't talk about Bruno before seeing the movie so I didn't have the same stigma against her that most do
Now
-introducing the actual fav character
-I LOVE HER SO MUCH
-someone get this woman some anxiety meds
-second biggest gossip in town
-another fantastic dancer
-probably enjoys peppermint tea
-needs to stay away from coffee
-is a loving mother and wife
-couple goals
-literally just see the way she looks at her husband and kids
-very dramatic
-would def be a broadway star
-definitely either the youngest or the oldest
-LOVES her brother
-stop saying she hates Bruno
Julieta
Then
-seemed like a very good mother
-very sweet
-I like her eyes idk why
-she has the most mom power ever lmao
Now
-an EXCELLENT mother
-stop saying Bruno should adopt Mirabel when she has Julieta
-so kind so caring I need her in my life
-should have gotten more singing lines
-prolly very sassy when she wants to be
-mom friend
-doesn't get mad easily but fear her when she does
-probably the oldest
Felix + Agustin
Then
-ALSO didn't appear much in the trailer
-thought Felix was a side character tbh
Now
-disney is ill for setting the bar this high
-how do the Madrigals keep picking up quality men
-what is the secret
-Felix has Gomez vibes
-probably bond over how much they love their wives
-fantastic fathers
-"I was protecting my daughter"
-Julieta and Pepa are winning
Alma
Then
-seemed like a sweet old lady
-kind of reminded me of my grandmother
Now
-needs a therapist asap
-if ya'll don't leave this poor ptsd ridden old lady alone
-did what she thought was best for her family
-STOP SAYING SHE HATES BRUNO
-LOVES all of her kids and grandkids but has a hard time expressing it
-was a single mother to three and the impromptu leader of an entire town of people in her twenties
-she handled what needed to be handled
-probably sings the best lullabies
-acknowledged that she was wrong and went to fix it
-all that being said I did very nearly throw hands with her for a second
#I avoided trailers like the plague bc I didn't want any spoilers so#I only watched the first one#and nothing else#that's why most of the befores are so brief#i love all of them#disney encanto#madrigal family#mirabel madrigal#mirabel encanto#luisa madrigal#isabela madrigal#dolores madrigal#camilo madrigal#antonio madrigal#julieta madrigal#bruno madrigal#pepa madrigal#alma madrigal
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Young Survivors — Maribat
It’s almost four am here, I just finished writing this and am just tired enough to actually go through and post it. And this title is the only thing my tired brain could come up with. Anyway. I haven't posted something I wrote in years, but all the Maribat I’ve read recently made me want to write something for it.
I don’t know if I’m ever going to write a 2 part, but if I do it’s definitely going to be Timari and contain a couple of typical Maribat tropes. And a pinch of salt.
Also, disclaimer: I haven't watched Miraculous in years and most of my DC knowlege come from fanfic or tumblr so... sorry not sorry.
Now with a part 2!
Next >
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Mei Leyton’s oldest memories were of her mother, dolled up in pretty dresses and elegant makeup. In her daughter‘s eyes, Margaret Leyton was the most beautiful woman on earth.
For as long as she could remember, Mei would sit on the bed and watch as her mom would get ready to head to work. She had always loved those moments with her mom.
(How do I look, my little flower,” she said, twirling around Mei with a grin, making her laugh. It was Margaret’s favorite dress, a vintage halter blue dress with white accents and a white bow around the waist.
“Like a princess, mommy! The prettiest princess ever!”
“Oh no, no no no. You are the prettiest princess ever, my little flower.”)
She was four when her mother let her help for the first time, letting her pass along brushes and products. It’s then that she understood what were the purple marks on her mother that she covered with her makeup.
(“Life is not fair to us, my little flower,” she had said when Mei asked about it for the first time. “Being an orphan and pretty little girl in Gotham isn’t safe, and it doesn’t give much choice when it comes to survival.”
Mei didn’t understand then, but it didn’t matter anyway, life would make her understand soon enough.)
When Mei was seven, the GCPD found her mother’s body.
When she didn’t see her that morning, Mei hadn’t been worried; it wasn’t the first time. Mom would be home by noon, she always was. Until that day.
(The investigation wouldn’t get very far, it was just another prostitute of Camellia street, nobody cared about them. They were just there until they weren’t anymore.
Another girl would take her place in a couple of days. It was how those kinds of things worked in Gotham.)
That day was kind of blurry in her memory. She remembers being pulled out of class in the morning, and that the cop that told her about her mother’s death was very rude.
(“Your mom is dead, kid. A lad found her body in a dumpster this morning,” the guy had said as soon as she had sat down in the headmistress’ office. “Do you know who she worked for? Or on what side of the Camellia she stayed?” He had asked, halfheartedly.
Mei had shaken her head, even though she did; you don’t talk to cops in Gotham, mom always says said that it was the easiest way to get yourself killed, for people like them.
“Alright,” he had said, not surprised. “A social worker is going to pick you up in a bit to take you to your new home, kid.”
With that he had walked out of the office, not looking back. As if where she would end up was going to be home.)
She remembers that the social worker from CPS was a brunette with tan skin, and looked really overworked, but had a kind smile.
By the end of the day, she was taken to Elliot's Hall for Children, an overcrowded, understaffed orphanage with more kids than they could realistically care for.
(They don’t care for the children, they just put them there for a while and act as they do. Most children leave after a couple of days, and if they don’t, they get taken anyway.
Some come back with a police escort, some manage to survive in the streets, and nobody talks about the ones that are never seen again.
You don’t work there because you love children, and if you do, you don’t last for very long.)
Mei wasn’t stupid, her mother told her stories about those kinds of places. She came from those kinds of places, and Mei saw how the man in charge here had looked at her when the social worker dropped her off.
She wasn’t going to just stand here and wait for him to sell her back in Camellia street. Or worse, to the Candy Dealers.
Taking with her what she absolutely couldn’t leave behind, Mei made a choice her mother hadn’t been able to and took her chance with the streets.
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Mei was a Camellia kid and, as such, took to the streets easier than most newcomers. She had picked up a few tricks from her aunties and her mom, and it helped her to survive out here.
The only (glaring) differences were the absence of her mother, the lack of a permanent roof above her head, and the fact that she had to provide food and money herself now.
(One of her favorite places to pick up wallets was Gotham Academy, where Gotham’s rich send their children. The kids always had money on them, and it’s not like they would miss it.
Though she couldn’t go too many times in a row, not without risking being spotted and remembered.)
She had been on the streets for two months when she met Jason Todd; the boy who would become her family.
She heard him before she saw him, to be honest. It was an awful crashing noise coming from around the corner, and it made her look.
He was running like the devil was after him, and judging by how the cops running behind him were clutching their batons, she wasn’t that far from the truth.
The noises were because of a couple of trash cans the boy had spilled in their way to slow them down.
And he was coming her way.
Against her better judgment, she grabbed his arm when he passed in front of her, and pulled him behind her into her hideout. Quickly getting the plank of wood back in place, she put her hand on his mouth before he could say anything. With the dumpster in the alley, the entry was almost invisible from outside.
They stayed there as they heard the men pass in front of their hiding place, listening as they argued about where the boy could have disappeared before their voices faded completely.
They waited another couple of minutes before he removed the hand she still had on his mouth and crawled out of there.
“Thanks,” he muttered with a scowl. “I woulda’ve been just fine without help but… yeah, anyway.” Then he had started to walk in the direction he came from.
“Hey! Wait!” She said before she could think about it. “Are ya just gonna, like, go? Just like that?”
“Huh, yeah? What do ya want me to do?” He asked, looking back at her from above his shoulder without stopping his walk. “Stay to drink a cup of tea and talk about the weather?”
“Well.. no. But I just… I just wanna talk a bit, ya know?” She couldn’t really explain why she didn’t want him to leave yet, it’s not like he was the first street kid she had helped out. He just felt different, and somehow she knew he could become important to her.
“Yeah, right,” he scoffed before turning his head back to look forward. “The streets are not some daycare for princesses who want to make friends, kid.”
“Kid— hey, dumbass, you’re, like, ten years old! You’re a kid too! And I’m not a princess, I can survive alone just fine!” Before she knew it, she was walking behind him, the weird feeling forgotten for the offence his comment created. He looked back at her with a frown, before choosing to ignore her. Not letting that deter her, she rambled at him about all the ways why she wasn’t a kid any more than him.
“I thought you could survive alone?” He said, talking over her, when he realized that she wasn’t going to let him be.
“I can.”
“So why are ya following me? Tryin’ to drive me crazy?”
“Well, no. It’s just... that I can do it doesn't mean I want to.”
“Look, kid,” he said, ignoring her protest and talking over her, again. “You should just go back to whatever orphanage you came from, there is probably some nice little family who's gonna pick you up. Then you could make all the friends you want.”
“Like people actually adopt kids in this city. This is Gotham, you dummy, not ‘Annie’. Some rich white guy isn’t going to come and pick up children from the streets to make them live the Grand life.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he growled out without pausing in his steps. “Still, you’re pretty enough, I’m sure some nice people would adopt you in a second if you let them.”
“Yeah, sure. Mom thought the same when she was a kid, and guess what? She started working on Camellia street when she was fourteen, but nobody asked her if she wanted to. Because she was pretty enough,” the little seven years old spat with venom, her eyes narrowed. The boy stopped walking, turning toward her with eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. “Her best friend wasn’t, but mom said that she had the prettiest green eyes ever. When they found her body, she didn’t have eyes anymore, because some rich person paid to have pretty green eyes.”
“I— I didn’t—” he stuttered, eyes wide. With his scowl gone he looked so much younger, and Mei’s anger subdued. He wasn’t that much older than her, just a couple of years, maybe three or four, after all.
“It’s… okay, I guess. It’s Gotham. I just thought we both would have more chances to survive if we helped each other out. And, ya know, the company wouldn’t be so bad.”
“Whatever,” he mumbled, but when they resumed walking he slowed down enough to let her walk beside him without almost-running.
“Great! So, Annie, where are we going now?” She said with a beaming smile, bursting into laughter at his indignation and protest against the nickname.
(“Can’t you stop calling me Annie already?! I told you my name’s Jason!”
“Nope, Annie.”
“Well, then, that makes you Sandy, doesn't it? Ya do follow me around like a stray puppy.”
“I’m not a dog— wait, hold on a minute! I knew you saw the movie! You liar!”)
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She was ten when her life was put upside down once again, in the worst of ways.
It took practically no time before Jason “Annie” Todd became her brother in all but blood, it took longer for Jason to admit it, and they spend almost three years surviving together, barring the occasional trip back to the Children's Houses.
Though, they always found each other a couple of days after they escaped from those places.
Sometimes, Jason would plan something that he needed to do alone. Because of course, he did.
(“It’s the best job, my plan is perfect. Don’t worry, it’s gonna be great Sandy!”
“Yeah, and why can’t I come?”
“It’s too dangerous! Plus, you need to stay here and keep our things safe!”
“Yeah, if you say so, Annie.”)
That day was one of those days.
He was gone for less than an hour when they found her.
The Candy Dealers.
Mei paled when she saw them, wearing their nice suits and overly sweet smile. They told her they were social workers, specializing in homeless children, and offered her a lollipop. Social workers in Gotham don’t give candy to the kids, even the nice ones, and she knew from her time in Camellia street that the lollipop was drugged.
(“Never, ever, take candy from a Candy Dealer, Mei. Do you understand me? Never,” her mother told her gravely. “They put bad stuff in them, and if you put it in your mouth, they will take you away from me. I couldn’t live without you in my life, my little flower.”)
She tried to run, even before the first one got his hand totally outstretched toward her. But her panic made her stumble, and she was no match for them.
She tried to kick, and scream, and bite, but soon she felt a pinch in her neck, and everything was black.
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The next period of her life was one she tried very hard to forget. For months she was moved, her and dozens of other people, from containers to containers, warehouse to warehouse. Twice they were put in a boat, the containers staying closed for so long, the next time she saw the moonlight, it burned her eyes.
She quickly learned that it was pointless to try to escape (and that Jason wouldn’t come and save her).
Then, one night, the place they were at was illuminated with blue and red lights and the police sirens were so loud, they drowned everything else.
She didn’t let herself hope, though. (She did, she hoped so hard her chest hurt.)
They (probably) weren’t in Gotham anymore, but her childhood didn’t instill her much trust in the police.
They did get them out. And she learned that they were in Paris now. In France. (That was a long way from Gotham.)
There were twenty-seven other people with her in the container. Four of which were kids, and only one other was also an orphan. They weren’t placed together, though. Because the kid had family back where he came from. Unlike her. (She had Jason. He was her family, but they didn’t listen.)
The French social workers took a while to know what to do with her exactly, but they didn’t want to send her back to Gotham (why not? She wanted to go back and find Jason!). So, in the meantime, they placed her in a foster family—one without any other kid, as per her therapist's advice. (The therapist didn’t know anything. She said Gotham wasn’t good for her, but Jason was in Gotham.)
Funnily enough, it ended up being a more permanent solution than previously considered, because the foster parents, Tom and Sabine, quickly fell in love with the little girl.
Not before long, Mei Leyton became Marinette Dupain-Cheng. (They changed her name to give her a ‘new beginning’ because her therapist thought it would be good for her. She didn’t want to have a ‘new beginning', she wanted to go back, to find Jason, to be the Sandy to his Annie. She was Mei, the Camellia’s kid, Sandy, the street’s kid and it was enough for her. She didn’t want to be Marinette, the bakers’ kid.)
So, when Mei was first put into the care of the Dupain-Cheng household, she regularly tried to run away. It was unsurprisingly harder than in Gotham, though. Tom and Sabine were way more attentive than Elliot Hall’s staff ever was, and more than a third of her tentatives were folded even before she was past the front door.
It took her three months (and forty-three unsuccessful tentatives) before she finally accepted that there would be no way for her to go back to Gotham. (Not that she had known how she would manage to do that before, her plan never got that far.) It took another six months before Tom and Sabine trusted her enough to let her wander the neighborhood alone.
The first thing she did the day her ‘new parents’ let her go to the library alone was to get to a public computer, and look Jason up. She didn’t really think she would find anything when she typed Jason Todd and Gotham in Google that day (maybe an obituary). She definitely didn't think she would find her best friend (brother) on the covers of so many tabloids declaring that he was Bruce Wayne’s ward.
She didn’t know how she should feel about the fact that he proved her wrong and became some real-life Annie. She wanted to feel angry, or hurt. Even more so when she realised that Wayne adopted him not even a full week after her (kidnapping) departure from Gotham, but…
But seeing Jason in the pictures… He looked so angry. Angrier than she ever saw him. And hurt. There was hurt hidden in his expression. It was well hidden but she could see it. (She did that, she was the one that hurted him. He probably thought she left him. That she wasn’t any better than his deadbeat of a father and abandoned him. What if he hates her now, because she was gone for so long?)
She needed to go back to Gotham, find him, and explain everything. She needed to tell him she didn’t want to leave him behind, that he was her family, and that it would never change. But Tom and Sabine didn’t want to take her back there, not before she was older, because she wasn’t ready yet, they said.
She didn’t care, though. No matter how long it would take her, she was going to go back. So, she slowly started to act like the perfect little girl. She didn’t really change, she just stopped bringing up Gotham so much, started to help more often in the house and at the bakery, and started to call Tom and Sabine Papa and Maman. (It wasn’t real, at first. But then, they just crawled into her heart against her will and became family. They didn’t replace her Mom or Jason, though. Nobody ever will.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~
She started to heal. Slowly, without even realising. She opened up to a couple of children at her school, made friends with Nino, and sort of Frenemies (more enemy than friend, though) with Chloé Bourgeois. She picked up hobbies like sewing and designing, baking with Tom, or learning various martial arts with Sabine.
But she didn’t forget, going back to Gotham was still her ultimate goal. Until the news reached her, when she was twelve.
Jason Todd was dead.
Her best friend, her brother in everything but blood, her Annie. Dead. Jason was dead.
She felt like a part of her died with him, reading the words but not really processing. She let herself drown in her grief, closing up to everyone around her. Surprisingly, Chloé was the one that made her react. Literally slapping her to make her come back from the dead. (Not entirely, though. Mei, the Gothamite part of her, stayed dead with Jason. Only Marinette, the nice little parisian, came back.)
“I don’t really know what’s up with you, Dupain-Cheng,” she had said while Marinette cradled her sore cheek, her faux-contempt badly hiding her worry. “But you need to put yourself together. Tormenting you is no fun if you don’t react to it, and people are too worried for you to be afraid of me. Don’t make me call daddy on you.”
“I…” She had started, only to stop herself. She had looked back at Nino and Kim, both of whom were looking at her with poorly concealed worry. “Yeah, sorry Chloé.”
She pulled herself out of the worst of it after that, at the obvious relief of the people around her. None of which even knew why she was in this state. She still cried herself to sleep most nights, and sometimes felt like someone gouged out her heart with their bare hands, but she also started to let herself think of the good times. Started to let herself feel the good things happening around her, in the present.
Then, she saved the life of an old man, found magic earrings and a bug-mouse-kwami in her room that told her that she needed to become a hero and save Paris.
She thought of her big brother, of how he would always protect her when someone tried to rob them. Hide her, before even thinking of himself, when the cops would chase them down, trying to bring them back to Elliot's Hall. Give her all the food when they couldn’t get enough for the both of them. How he was a hero. Her Hero. And, really, there was only one thing she could say to that.
“Tikki, spots on!”
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So. That's it. That was fun. I'm going to sleep now, goodnight.
Btw, Jason's super plan that day was totaly to steal the Batmobile's tires.
#maribat#mlb x dc#gothamite marinette#street kid marinette#platonic jasonette#probably a timari btw#timinette if that's how you call it#4am me decided to post it#2pm me could decide to delete it tho
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Deception [Benedict Bridgerton x Reader]
Title: Deception
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Female!Reader
Word count: 4.5k
Published: 21 March 2021
Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore
Summary: Violet's constant search for a wife for her second eldest son has become too much for Benedict. The only escape he sees is to ask you to pretend to be courting each other. But how long will it work for with your feelings eating you up from the inside.
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Benedict Bridgerton was a very capable man. He had a tremendous amount of talent in capturing the real beauty of the world in his drawings. He was confident, but still genuinely kind and caring for his loved ones. He also had a rather playful side to him, a somewhat child-like behaviour, one that the ton would not have appreciated in their society, but Benedict had the privilege to show his real personality to those who loved him, ones that never judged him for who he was.
However, there was one person he felt utterly useless around. When it came to you, he turned into an adorable mess, a clumsy one at that, even stuttering on occasions. Should you have known the reason for his unusual behaviour, it would have brought a rather large smile to your face, but Benedict dared not to reveal his feelings for you.
For someone who has been friends for so long, you both seemed to have found it hard to show your true feelings for one another, as though both of you were clueless. For Benedict it seemed you only spared as much attention to him as a friend would, whilst you thought he was merely looking out for you as a brother figure.
You sat in the ballroom, watching as he grimaced at his mother, who might have slightly forced her second oldest child to dance with one of the many stunning unwed ladies. The one he was forced to dance with however seemed to enjoy Benedict's company. He didn't talk, nor did he look at the woman, still she shined brighter than a diamond in his arms, proud to be so close to such a fine man.
Heaving a heavy sigh, you watched as he held his hand firmly on her back, leading her around the dance floor, making her giggle by just being close to her. Your heart ached at the thought of ever having to give up on him, at the thought of seeing him with another, someone he would choose to love, ignoring to see your longing gazes forgotten on him. How could he have seen, he never dared to look when he felt your eyes on him, nor did you dared to look when he forgot his on you.
Standing up from your chair, you walked towards the terrace, needing fresh air, trying to clear your thoughts as the slightly cool, windy weather stroked your cheeks. You knew you shouldn't have thought of him romantically, but you would have been a fool not to notice the handsome and caring man he has grown into. Watching Lady Bridgerton trying to find a wife to her son hurt both emotionally and physically and you couldn't wait for the season to end, to leave the balls and play-pretend behind you, running away from the inevitable.
"Help me!" you heard his desperate voice, but before you could have turned around, you felt his hand lock around your wrist, gently, but in a haste, dragging you after himself.
"Benedict, what are you doing?" you asked in confusion, trying to understand his chaotic behaviour as he pulled you along, passing corridors by corridors in the gigantic mansion.
"My mother," he sighed as he stopped his steps, breathing heavily. "My mother is becoming—" you waited for him to continue, but he seemed to have been stuck in his thoughts.
"Are you alright?" you asked, frowning at his frozen state, as though he couldn't find the words and his thoughts overruled his actions. You watched his hunched back as he fought to get enough air in his lungs, his eyes focused on a certain point on the marble flooring, completely out of the present. "Benedict!" you called him again, this time firmly, attempting to catch his attention.
"I know it!" he exclaimed, making you jump slightly at his unexpected enthusiasm as a rather wide smile spread across his face.
"What do you know exactly?" you inquired.
"It might sound foolish at first and I do not blame you if you think I have lost my mind, but I need your help," he explained, leaving you even more curious.
"What would I need to help you with?" you asked furrowing at the man as if he has forgotten to include you in his grand idea.
"My mother has been adamant in finding me a wife and there is only so much I can do to prevent her from continuing her crusade. I know I shouldn't ask you such a thing, but I can't possibly think of anyone else who I trust enough," he continued in a secretive manner.
"Benedict, you must be clearer. I don't understand what you wish for me to do," you attempted to push him to finally reveal his idea.
"I need my mother to stop searching for a wife and the only way I can do that is if I already found someone I am interested in," he started. "That is where I would need your help, if you agreed. Should you agree to pretend I am courting you, my mother would surely stop this nonsense and leave me alone," for a mere second you felt overwhelmed by the hope of his interest in you, but that was only until your brain processed his words. "Pretend" being the main focus of your attention, shattering the small shimmering light of hope within you.
You took a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself, attempting to hide your disappointment. "Surely you didn't think this through. Your mother isn't a fool, she would see through us immediately. You can't possibly think it's a good idea," you tried to reason with him, but instead of thinking it through again, he quickly shook his head.
"But it is. Think about it. You have said so yourself, you don't want to marry just yet and nor do I. It would be the perfect option for both of us, solving our issues," he added enthusiastically as if his idea was anything, but brilliant. He could clearly see the weary expression across your face as he stepped closer and reached for your hands, engulfing them in his large and warm palms. "We would only have to pretend for a short while, I promise," he tried to reassure you. Whilst you knew it was a foolish idea, the thought of being able to stay close to him even if for a short period of time, seemed to cloud your better judgement.
"For how long?" you asked looking up at him as a mischievous grin spread across his dashingly handsome face. One that you adored so much. "I wouldn't want to be a spinster, Benedict," you sighed heavily.
"I would never let that happen," he shook his head quickly, his previously playful smile long gone from his face. "Let us do it for a few weeks and we will see how my mother reacts. I'm sure if we work well together, you might even catch the attention of some very noble men too," he winked jokingly, trying to lift your dull mood.
You haven't had much time to contemplate, maybe a few seconds until you ran through all the options you have been provided with, which was basically none. You heaved a heavy sigh and shook your head, offering a sceptical look to Benedict. "Fine," you said, earning a surprised expression from him, your answer shocking him for a second, before he wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, twirling you around happily.
"You are my saviour," he chuckled as he hinted a small kiss on your forehead, stopping himself as he realised what he had done. "I apologise, I didn't mean to—"
"I understand. You are simply happy I have agreed to such a scandalous idea," you rolled your eyes, but you couldn't hide the happiness you felt. Even if for a short while, Benedict was to belong to you, and it meant more than you could have possibly expressed. You knew you couldn't have him forever but having him for a couple of weeks made you feel like the happiest person alive.
"I owe you! I didn't think you would agree," he grinned happily, a childish warmness radiating from his stance as though he had won a grand prize.
"I still don't understand why I did. Surely, I'm a fool," you added quickly with a silent chuckle.
"We both are," he replied as he started leading you back to the ballroom with your arm linked around his. His gaze focused on the way ahead, but your eyes were rather resting on his attractive features. He was a stunning man, and you were sure if he had turned to look at you, he would have seen the amount of love you were harbouring for him. But as many times before, no one of you has ever turned.
Weeks passed by and if anyone, Violet Bridgerton was the happiest person to see Benedict growing closer to the woman, you, she had envisioned beside her second eldest son. She has made it very clear that a wedding should soon be happening, wanting nothing but a little baby in her arms. You never wanted to crash her dreams but hearing her talking about a future between you and Benedict was beyond painful. The thought of you waking up beside Benedict, his arm resting across your waist, his neck hidden in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin made your heart ache, knowing it was impossible.
You stood in Somerset House, one arm hooked around Benedict's as he watched the paintings, his face focused on one particular art with dark colours and shadings, slightly depressing as if the artist tried to capture a horrible emotion. Art was always something that you found beautiful, but never really understood. When Benedict talked about the meaning behind each piece with a childish happiness across his face, it made you feel content. Although you didn't understand much of what he was saying, the adorable expression he wore was worth each and every moment you spent listening to him.
Looking at his handsome features as they relaxed into a content smile, made you mirror his expression. You couldn't look at him and not smile. As though his mere presence made you feel at ease.
"I feel your eyes on me," he chuckled with a mischievous smile, knowing that you have indeed been staring at him for the longest time.
"I'm sorry," you quickly turned away, feeling your cheeks and ears heat up in embarrassment. "I couldn't stop watching you. You were really focused on that painting and it seemed as though you were here physically, but not mentally. You unintentionally make this face when you enjoy a painting," you smiled shyly.
"A face?" he furrowed, not knowing of his own reaction.
"Yes, as if you were completely captured by the painting. You have a certain content smile across your face and even forget to blink at times," you giggled, placing your hand in front of your mouth, remembering his facial expression.
"Don't hide your smile," he said as he reached for your wrist and gently wrapped his fingers around your arm, pulling your hand away from your lips. "You are even more beautiful when you smile," for a second his words made you hope, as though he meant more than he let on. His eyes seemed as if they could see through you, reading each and every single thought that crossed your mind. For the shortest of time, it felt your feelings weren't as unrequited as you thought. However, you quickly had to remind yourself that your imagination was playing a painful game with you, one that would surely end in a heartbreak.
You quickly turned away, trying to shake those foolish thoughts away, before you decided to dwell on them any longer. Clearing your thoughts, you turned back to him with a phony smile across your face, biting your bottom lip to calm yourself. But his deep frown left you confused. "Are you okay?" you questioned as he tilted his head as if he was studying your face.
"You were biting your lips again," he replied. "You do that when you are nervous or feeling uncomfortable," he added, stunning you. Biting your lips was indeed a nervous habit of yours, one that you couldn't stop as it made you feel slightly at ease when you felt as if even your own thoughts betrayed you. You never thought Benedict even realised those irrelevant, minor details.
"I'm fine, Benedict," you tried to reassure him with a smile that you wore confidently but could not fool Benedict.
"Should you feel the need to talk, I'm here," he said, drawing tiny circles on the back of your arm that he was still securely holding onto, reassuring you that he was by your side whenever you were in need of him.
As happy as it made you, you couldn't shake the feeling of disappointment as you thought about the heartbreak when he would finally want to end your foolish little game and find himself a wife that he could cherish forever, leaving you with the most horrible heartache one could cause.
You knew it was inevitable, you knew it would kill you, but you loved Benedict and you would have never forced him to stay beside you for any longer than he wanted to. You were ready to give him up, to be happy even if with someone else. The thought of letting him go hurt, but you weren't sure of your own strength either. Thinking about how long you could stay beside him pretending to be a mere friend left you with just as much pain, if not more. But you were ready to sacrifice your own happiness even if to be able to spend one more second with him.
Days passed by since your slightly awkward encounter in Somerset House. You have pretended to be a couple so in love that you couldn't possibly stay away from each other. Lady Whistledown didn't miss to write a paragraph or two about the two of you, already planning your wedding, one that you found slightly excessive, but dared not to mention to keep your act believable.
As much as you enjoyed the first few weeks of your play-pretend, it was hard to keep it up for long. You loved every minute you spent with Benedict, but the longer you were beside him, the more pain you felt. You wished to make him happy, to continue your act, but you also knew that it wasn't forever, and that tiny little thought suffocated you.
You sat on a bench in the park, right after promenading with Benedict. He joined his brothers whilst your maid brought you a glass of water to refresh yourself. You watched as Benedict laughed with his brothers, a wide, adorable and carefree smile sat across his face. Weeks ago, you would have smiled at his happiness, but then and there, sitting on the bench, watching his happy form, you felt miserable. Each time you looked at him, your stomach jumped nervously, your breath caught in your lungs as he touched your arm. These tiny little details meant nothing to him, but for you they meant the world. He couldn't have known the effects his advances left on you, he couldn't have predicted to hurt you unintentionally, but in the end, he unknowingly caused you pain.
Standing up from the bench, you started walking towards the Bridgerton brothers. Heaving a heavy sight, you lifted your arm and tapped Benedict's shoulder lightly, trying to catch his attention. He turned around with a wide smile, looking at you curiously. However, your face must have forgotten to oblige as his smile quickly disappeared and concern took over him.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he nodded to his brothers and reached for your hand, placing it on his arm, leading you away from his family.
"I must talk to you," you started, your voice unusually grim.
"Go ahead. You are worrying me," he added impatiently. Trying to collect your thoughts, you stopped, halting the man beside you whose worried eyes didn't seem to want to leave you for a mere second. "Talk to me," he attempted to reassure you.
"I am really sorry, but I can't possibly do this anymore," your words earned a confused frown from Benedict, before he finally understood what you meant. "I know I promised to help you and I wish I could have done it longer, but I honestly can't do this anymore," you added as you fought against your tears, trying to keep them in place for as long as you could. You couldn't let yourself cry in front of so many people, you couldn't let that happen. Benedict straightened himself in front of you, trying to hide your face from the curious eyes.
"I understand. I am sorry for forcing you to do this. I never thought it could be this hard on you. I would never hurt you, you know that, right?" he asked, trying to contain himself from wrapping his arms around you, fidgeting with his hands beside his thighs.
"I know and you didn't hurt me, it's not your fault. It has just become rather difficult recently and I don't think I'm capable of pretending anymore," you tried to reassure him, making him feel less guilty. "I'm still your friend and I will always be your friend," you added with a phoney smile. Your own words were a lie. You didn't know how long you could pretend to be his friend, but you knew he needed to hear that, he needed not to blame himself. "I will be going home now, but surely I will see you later," you smiled up at him as you curtsied and nodded towards your maid, ready to head home, completely oblivious to the pained gaze he was watching your slowly disappearing form with.
Whilst you sat in your carriage, letting your tears finally run down your cheeks, leaning on your maid's shoulder, Benedict stood confused between Colin and Anthony, his eyes fixed on the ground, his thoughts filled with you only.
"Brother?" Colin called for him with concern in his eyes. It was unusual to see his brother unresponsive, without a playful smile. "Are you alright?" he asked, earning a frown from Benedict.
"I shouldn't have dragged her into this," he replied, but his words were directed more to himself than his brothers.
"What do you mean?" Anthony asked, seemingly more interested in their conversation.
"It was all a lie," Benedict replied, his gaze still fixed on the carefully cut grass.
"What was a lie?" the eldest Bridgerton brother asked again.
"All along we were pretending to be courting, so mother would stop trying to force me to marry," he scoffed, finally understanding the weight of his idea. "She said she can't do this anymore. That it was too painful to bear," he shook his head, guilt overcoming him.
"You really are a fool," Anthony replied with a sceptical look across his face, earning a confused look from both Colin and Benedict.
"How do you mean? Is it because we have been pretending?" Benedict questioned his brother. "I know it was foolish, but she agreed, I didn't know it would be particularly hard on her," he added with a deep frown.
"Brother, can you not see the way she looks at you? Always trying to make you feel happy, bringing a smile to your face even when she, herself is struggling to do so? Are you really that blind?" Anthony raised a questioning brow, as though he couldn't believe how oblivious his brother was towards your feelings.
"Should I understand?" he asked tilting his head innocently, searching for the right explanation. "We have been friends from a very young age, I am certain we have always tried to make each other smile in a difficult situation," he added, earning an eye roll from the eldest Bridgerton brother, ignoring his manners.
"When you said you were courting her, I thought you finally realised that you weren't the only one with feelings beyond friendship. However, after hearing about this foolish idea of yours, forcing a lady to pretend to love you, when in fact she has feelings for you is beyond stupid, brother, and I'm quite disappointed in you for not realising it yourself," he shook his head disapprovingly.
"Are you telling me she has feelings for me?" Benedict asked in disbelief, his brother's words lighting a weak hope within him.
"Indeed, took you long enough to understand," he scoffed.
"I have to talk to her," Benedict added quickly, heading towards the carriages in haste, carefully planning all he needed to tell you.
The ride didn't take long, 20 minutes at most, before he stood in front of your house, his hands shaking slightly, nervousness running through his whole being. Knocking on the door, a maid opened it for him, asking him to wait to announce his arrival to you.
You laid on your bed, cheeks swollen from crying, bottom lip red as a result of the constant biting of your nervous state. A knock on your door brought you out of your misery as your maid walked into the room.
"Mr. Bridgerton is here to see you," she said with a saddened tone, knowing of the arrangement between the two of you. Your eyes widened in surprise, you weren't ready to see him, especially not in your current, heartbroken state. "Would you like me to ask him to leave?" she questioned, looking at the panicked expression across your face.
"No, it's fine. Please take him to the drawing room," you instructed her and headed to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. Your eyes were bloodshot, your face was slightly swollen, and your clothes were beyond wrinkled. Attempting to straighten your dress, you stroked the material over and over again, but it didn't seem to work, nor did the cold water you washed your face with to remove the evidence of your miserable state. At last, you gave up and walked to the drawing room, knowing you wouldn't be able to do anything else with your appearance.
"We have just parted, Benedict," you said to the man as you stepped inside the room and took a seat across the sofa he occupied.
"I needed to see you," he replied, standing up from his place and taking a seat beside you. "I—, I talked to my brothers after you left," he started, stammering over his words, something he only did in his nervous state. "I am a fool and there is no excuse for that. I can't possibly imagine how hard it must have been for you to pretend—"
"I have told you already, I am completely fine," you tried to reassure him with a faux smile, one that this time Benedict didn't believe to be genuine.
"But are you?" he asked, earning a confused frown from you. "Do you know why I thought this foolish idea to be brilliant in the first place?" he raised a questioning brow, but instead of replying you shook your head. "I wanted to be closer to you. I merely thought it would be my chance to spend more time with you. Surely, I had no intention to marry anyone, and I wished my mother to stop, but my primary concern was you. I wanted to be near you at all times, but I couldn't possibly tell you how I felt, knowing you would only reject me," you couldn't control the surprise sitting across your face, your lips parted in shock, his words seemingly part of your most precious dreams. It seemed surreal.
"You are confusing me, Benedict," you spoke up, trying not to hope once again to then fall painfully.
"I'm saying I love you. I have loved you for so long, I can't remember when it started. I never imagined my feelings could be returned and I turned to foolish ideas to be beside you. I needed my brothers to open my eyes and scold me for being childish, for making me hope that I might have your heart even if only half as much as you have mine," he reached for you hand, gently squeezing it in his hold, reassuring you that he meant every single word of his.
"I love you," you blurted out, astonished by his speech, your own words surprising you.
"You do?" he asked, afraid to believe the words he has longed to hear from you.
"I do," you nodded, this time with more confidence, earning a wholehearted smile from Benedict as he leaned closer and wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in his arms.
"I made you cry, didn't I?" he asked as he pulled away slightly, enough for him to be able to look in your eyes as he placed his hands on your cheeks.
"It wasn't you. I was emotional, because I wasn't sure how long I would be able to stay beside you as a friend before it became too much to handle," you giggled awkwardly, feeling as if you have said too much.
"It was still my fault. I didn't consider your feelings," he shook his head, disapproving of his own actions. The tip of his thumb gently brushed across your bottom lip, leaving you with a ticklish feeling. "Have you been biting your lips again?" he asked as his eyes focused on your mouth. His attentiveness, his attention to detail and his closeness made you swallow nervously.
"I might have," you whispered, not daring to raise your voice any louder. Feeling his breath on your lips, the proximity between your faces, his warm palms on your cheeks made you feel intoxicated.
"You shouldn't do that. From now on talk to me when something bothers you," he spoke in a low tone, his voice soothing, making you feel safe. "You are doing it again," he chuckled, his eyes completely captured by the way your teeth bit on your lip, but this time it wasn't nervousness, but excitement. His closeness affected every tiny part of your body. "It really makes me want to kiss you," he breathed, completely mesmerised by your lips, as if an invisible force was pulling him towards you. You felt your heart beating at a dangerous pace, almost as if threatening to escape your chest and you could swear Benedict heard it just as well.
"Hmm," you hummed in a reply, incapable of creating a coherent sentence, before closing the gap between the two of you, a certain confidence rush taking over your actions. Instead of the surprised reaction you expected from Benedict, a playful chuckle left his lungs.
"Impatient, it seems," he added, before he returned your kiss, pulling you closer to himself, enjoying the feeling of your body in his embrace. He has imagined over and over again how it could feel to kiss you, to hold you, but none of those made-up scenarios could ever compete against the reality and the content it filled him with. "I wish to genuinely court you this time," he added as he pulled away from you.
"I very much hope so," you giggled happily, earning a playful eye roll from Benedict, before he captured your lips once again, wrapping his arms around you securely.
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