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bluebeary-jay · 1 year

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clouded judgment / clear mind

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: it was a long time since Joel had felt a maddening rage like this, but he weren't about to let anyone who dares to hurt you get away with it (based on this ask)

Tags: Joel goes apeshit, angst, a bit of comfort at the end, established relationship, protective Joel (REALLY protective lmao), basically he goes feral

Warnings: uh. VERY graphic descriptions of violence (I'm not good at writing action sequences but it is graphic), swearing, kinda torturing 😬

Word count: 4.5K

A/N: this one was really challenging, but i hope yall will like what i came up with :) i really didn't expect it to be so difficult to write buuut i tried to focus on the "giving-his-brother-nightmares" side of Joel and i think i succeeded. anyway !!! happy reading ❤️

He should have never left you alone.

Which was a ridiculous thought, of course, because how are you supposed to patrol efficiently if the other person refuses to leave your side even for a moment? Besides, he didn’t want you to think he didn’t trust you – he saw multiple times what you were capable of first-hand and he knew you were able to take care of yourself.

He put it forward once – to not split up and patrol the same area within the eyeshot of each other. You sent him a crooked smile at that, saying something about him being a little too overprotective before you gave him a kiss and went on your merry way, leaving him alone and slightly annoyed (but with a faint, stupid grin on his face).

So he tried to rein in this ‘overprotectiveness’ you mentioned. He never brought it up again, even though a cold shiver ran up his spine every time he lost sight of you beyond the safe walls of Jackson. Each time you two went on a patrol, he had to take a second to calm down and remind himself this is not one of his dreams when he loses you.

That’s why at first, when he heard your voice screaming his name from a distance, he wasn’t sure if it was really happening.

The instinct, however, kicked in the next second and he rushed back to where he saw you last, to the interior of a resort around which he was scouting. This was supposed to be one of the safest options for patrolling – no one ever saw any signs of life here besides occasional infected, and Joel was never that worried when you went inside alone to check the place.

He had a feeling his cautious (he really didn’t want to call it ‘overprotective’) nature was gonna become a nuisance again after this incident.

The goddamn downpour outside made listening for any noises aggravatingly difficult. Joel yelled for you, but he didn’t hear any answer and the driving rain beating against the windows of the resort absorbed all the sounds.

He made his way inside the building and up the stairs when he noticed your hat lying discarded against the wall. A wave of ice-cold dread washed over him. The stairway was dark but even with the little light he had he could see a couple of wet, almost black droplets on the dirty floor.

What he felt next reminded him of falling asleep – his shoulders relaxed and from head to toe a cool, silent equilibrium crept over him. Joel gripped his rifle firmly and pushed on soundlessly. It didn’t seem like you were stabbed or shot – there would be much more blood present – but you were hurt. Someone must’ve laid in wait to ambush you, and now…

It didn’t matter. Whoever it was, they made a grave mistake.

Joel reached the second floor, listening intently for any clues as to where you might be or how many people are in the building with him, but he didn’t even have to check the rooms one by one. A faint light, which couldn't have been left by the previous patrol, was spilling out from underneath the doors at the far end of the corridor . He did consider the possibility that it was a decoy and your attacker was hiding in one of the other rooms, but the closer he got to the sliver of light on the dusty floor, and the more doors he passed, it became clear that whoever got you, they weren’t that cunning.

And then he heard it. A sound of a blow from the other side of the door, and then a strangled cry.

It was you. Your voice.

Joel took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and kicked the door open, bursting into the room with his rifle held high – only to find himself surrounded by six men, five of whom were holding him at gunpoint.

The sixth one, a ragged-looking blond, stood over you and the second he saw Joel, he grabbed you by the hair and pressed a knife against your neck, making both you and Joel freeze.

“You’re from this town nearby, right?” asked the man with a heavy accent Joel couldn’t place. “The one that fucking shoots off any newcomers.”

Joel didn’t answer. Didn’t even look at this man. All he could see was your bruised and battered face and the blood running freely from your – probably broken – nose and down your chin. You had a black eye and a split brow, but your gaze was sharp and alert when you looked back at him.

He felt like his insides were boiling.

“Hey, dickhead!” the leader of the group yelled, gripping your hair tighter and making you hiss in pain. “You deaf or something?”

Joel finally managed to take his eyes off you – your blood and your bruises, and the concealed fear on your face – and glared at the man standing over you. His jaw was clenched and nostrils flaring, but he quickly collected himself. He couldn’t let his emotions get the better of him when you were in danger.

He lifted his hands slowly, showing that he was no threat to them. The thug tilted his head at one of his friends.

“Put down your gun and slide it over.”

Joel watched you following his movements with your eyes as he carefully put his rifle down and kicked it in the direction of one of the men. The blond holding the knife nodded twice.

“Now. You two are from the town, aren’tcha?”

“Let her go,” said Joel, trying to remain calm and not use – quoting Ellie – his ‘asshole voice’. “Then we’ll talk.”

The man shook his head and chuckled.

“Oh, no, no.” He pressed the blade harder against your throat. “We have the upper hand here. You understand?”

The man was looking at him expectantly but Joel’s eyes were nailed on the trickle of blood now running down the column of your neck. He remembered kissing that same neck this morning and tickling it with his nose, and the thought of this fucking bastard cutting your soft skin and leaving such a mark on it made him feel like he was about to burst.

“Fine,” he ground out with his jaw set. He looked over at the leader of the group. “What do you want?”

Had any of them been smarter, they would have picked up a dangerous note in his voice. But just like he suspected, they weren’t that bright.

“You go back to your town and bring five more horses here,” said the blond. “And ammo. My buddy here,” he used his chin to point at another guy, standing behind Joel, “will tell you what kind. You try anything or come back with someone else, and I’ll slit her throat right open.”

“She will go get that shit for you and I will stay,” Joel negotiated strongly, but the leader of the group shook his head again.

“No. No way. You go and bring back everything we ask for, and I’ll let your little friend go.”

Joel’s eyes once again shifted to your form and something inside his chest twitched. You noticed it – of course you did, you were always able to read him like no one else – and tried to offer him a half smile.

“I’ll be fine, Joel,” you reassured him. “Nothing I haven’t–”

“Shut your trap!” The shorter man standing to your right yelled and raised his hand, making you flinch.

Joel could almost feel fire burning in his veins and through his skin, peeling it off his bones.

“Hey! There’s no need for that!” he said louder, taking a step forward, but the gang lifted their guns higher. He stopped and spread his arms wider. “I’ll get you the stuff you want. Just leave her alone.”

“You better hurry, then,” said the blond with a nasty smile, and Joel nodded while trying not to look too desperate. He looked at his friend. “Tell him what we need.”

Joel didn’t give a shit what they were saying – it was him who needed to think of something, and fast. He had a suspicion as to who these men were – he heard from Tommy about a larger group trying to gain entry to Jackson several times. Apparently they threatened the patrol which found them when they were denied permission to join their community. It was before Joel came to the small town for the first time with you and Ellie, but the word around was that any rogue group around this terrains wasn’t to be trusted.

And everything from the description Tommy gave him fit: ragged looks, traveling on foot, low on ammunition.

While one of the men listed what kind of guns they had and how much supplies they wanted, a motion in Joel’s field of vision caught his attention and his eyes darted to you – or more specifically, to your left hand.

You stared right back at him, moving your fingers slightly so the others didn’t notice.

N… O… A… M…

No ammo.

None? That’s probably why the one standing next to you wasn’t holding you at gunpoint but with a knife to the throat. The rest of them must’ve had their pistols drawn just for show. Joel had no idea how you figured it out, but a thought struck him and he surveyed the members of the group. He remembered which one held onto his rifle, but you were armed, too…

As if reading his mind, your fingers started to twitch again the second he looked back at you.

U... Left… B, E, H, I…

Suddenly the man to your right bowed over you again and punched you square in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you.

“Fucking bitch,” he snarled with contempt and glared back at Joel. “No funny games, you hear me? You come back with a gun or anyone else, and I won’t hesitate to fucking kill her, man.”

Joel’s heart was pounding in his chest. All he could see was your face contorted in pain, all he could hear were your coughs and grunts.

Two of the men came forward – the one on his left had a loaded gun from what you managed to convey to him in sign language – and pushed him towards the exit. Joel shifted his icy stare at the man standing next to him, and then at the two situated near you.

They were all going to die.

When he gets back, he’s going to kill every one last of them, and he’s going to enjoy it immensely.

Joel sent you one last look before turning around and slowly walking out of the room with both men close behind, pointing their guns (and only one of them loaded) at him.

It was going to be alright. He had a stirring of a plan and when he comes back, maybe with Tommy or someone else…

You gasped and coughed again behind his back after the sound of another punch.

Joel came to a dead stop, not registering the gun barrel digging into his back, and he felt like his jaw was going to snap if he kept clenching it like that.

You murmured something he didn’t quite catch and Joel turned his head slightly just in time to see the short man kicking you in the ribs and your form lying on the wooden floor, spitting out blood…

“You think you’re so clever, huh? I swear to fucking god, if you pull something like that again…”

Joel didn’t even let the man finish.

In a split second he elbowed the man behind him, grabbing his hand holding the gun – the one they took from you – and shooting the blond standing over you. He fell backwards and the knife fell out of his grip. Taking out the guy Joel grappled with was embarrassingly easy, and once he had a good grip on the pistol belonging to you, he spun around to face the other thug with his gun, standing on the opposite side of the room.

The ragged man fired at him, but Joel didn’t even need to duck, for the bullet missed him by half a meter at least. The man was lying dead soon after, shot twice in the head, and the remaining three took out their weapons, ready for a fight.

None of them reached for Joel’s rifle, lying under their friend’s corpse.

“That’s even better,” he murmured to himself, unloading the gun and throwing it against the far wall.

If looks could kill, they’d already be lying on the ground and writhing in agony. But Joel was more than happy to do it himself. And with his bare hands.

He strode with confidence to the nearest man who swung a machete at him. Joel avoided the attack and pushed him back, quickly darting to the side and decking the other man coming at him.

A sharp pain ripped through his body from the back of his arm when the third thug cut through his clothes. Joel blocked the second strike and twisted the opponent's arm, applying so much pressure that the bone in the forearm snapped and the man’s scream pierced the air.

He lurched back to dodge the machete aimed at his neck and picked up a knife dropped by the previous guy. He surged forward, driving the blade into the thigh of his current attacker, which made the other man lose his balance. Their friend, the last one still unharmed, managed to punch Joel’s jaw, making something crack and reverberate inside his skull, but he only wiped the blood from his face.

When the last thug came closer, Joel used his own momentum and grabbed the back of his skull, bringing the guy's face down onto his own knee. After that his movements were practically automatic when he grabbed the dazed man from behind and broke his neck in a swift motion.

Breathing heavily, he made his way to the first man he knocked out and took your gun from, picking up the machete en route. That son of a bitch wasn’t even conscious, but it didn’t stop Joel from bringing the weapon down and through his head.

The next one was the bastard with the broken arm, but his screams quickly died away when he, too, received a deep and lethal wound from Joel – this time aimed at his chest, almost cutting it open.

Your yelp ripped through the roar of blood in his ears and Joel turned around just in time to see the blond he shot in the shoulder sitting on top of you, trying to stab you with his knife. You managed to dodge it and before that idiot could try again, Joel came up to you both, grabbed the man’s hair and all but threw him off of you and onto the floor.

The blond was still holding the weapon in his hand, but didn’t get another chance to use it – with all his strength Joel brought the heel of his heavy boot down on the injured man's fingers. The man screamed when the satisfying crunch of the bones in his hand breaking echoed throughout the room and Joel couldn't hide a smirk.

He deserved it. All of them deserved it.

He again saw before his eyes the way this motherfucker kicked you and how his friend threatened to cut your throat. Again he saw red.

“You piece of shit,” Joel whispered, still blinded by rage, and gave the man a taste of his own medicine by kicking him in the stomach as hard as he could. The bastard coughed and yelled in pain but it wasn’t enough.

Joel’s focus was sharp and clear when he stood over the battered and bleeding man, staring down at him with hatred. He thought the blond tried to say something – his lips were certainly moving – but he didn’t concern himself with any begging or threats the thug had to offer. Instead he gripped the front of his sweater and punched him in the jaw, letting the limp body fall to the floor and relishing in the sounds of his curses, his grunts of pain, his blood dripping onto the floor…

Not enough.

Joel did that several more times – grabbing the idiot’s clothes, hair, whatever – to pull him up and hit him in the jaw, temple, nose and wherever else his fist landed. The face of the man was bloodied and he was barely conscious at this point and still all Joel could see was the look of sadistic glee on this man's face after finding an excuse to hurt you.

Joel didn’t have much strength anymore, but he ignored the biting pain from the cut on his arm and the raw wounds on his bloody knuckles, and straddled the lying man. The survival instinct must've kicked in and the blond started to tussle, reaching with his not-broken fingers to Joel’s face, scratching his brow and cheek.

And just like the glee he saw in the thug’s eyes earlier, Joel was more than happy that he gave him an excuse – and an idea – how to hurt him more.

“I saw how you looked at her,” he said in a low tone to the unlucky man, holding his left arm in place with his knee and pressing his own thumb to that fucker's swollen eye. “You like hearin’ people screamin’ in pain? Because I just know this is going to bring me great joy.”

Blood was flowing from under Joel’s finger and down his hand when he gouged the blond’s eye out and the man was shrieking. He was writhing and struggling under Joel's weight, and his voice became guttural and hoarse soon after when the dark blood started to flood his mouth. Joel pulled his hand away, panting heavily, and soaked in the suffering of that bastard whose face now resembled a smashed, bloody goo.

Not enough.

It was unfortunate that the blond was the only one left Joel could take it out on, but he couldn’t find any compassion in himself at the moment. So he punched him again, staining the floor with the scumbug's blood.

And again.

“Joel.”

Joel turned around sharply, grasping the thug’s knife. He could still feel rage churning inside of him and he was breathing heavily, trying to contain the fury filling him without screaming out loud. His hands were covered in blood – not his – and he subconsciously knew that the man lying motionlessly under him was long since dead, his face completely destroyed, but he wished that son of a bitch was still alive so that he could feel the suffering Joel longed to inflict upon him.

Everything because he hurt you.

You…

The ringing in his ears stopped suddenly and the knife fell out of his hand when he ran up to where you were still lying on the floor. You were curled up on your side with your arms wrapped protectively around your stomach and your face twisted in pain.

Joel’s breathing got quicker, now for an entirely different reason, when he noticed that the cut on your neck was bigger than he originally thought, and still bleeding. Your face was bruised and he knew your whole torso will probably turn green and purple soon, too.

“Oh, babygirl,” he whispered tenderly, his trembling hands hovering above your body, but not touching it. “It’s…” It’s alright, he wanted to say. Or maybe, where does it hurt the most?

He had trouble finding his voice, though. In his fury he completely forgot that you were still here and in need of his help.

You took a deep breath and turned your head ever so slightly to look at him in the corner of your eye. A sad smile appeared on your face.

“Hi, Joel.”

Joel breathed in. Out. In again.

For fuck’s sake, what was he thinking?

He quickly wiped the blood of the people he killed on his pants and cursed at himself mentally.

“Hi, darlin’,” he murmured in response, focusing back on you. “You’re gonna be alright. How are you feeling?”

“I think I might have a broken rib or two,” you breathed while Joel pulled out a clean piece of cloth he carried in his jacket for cases like this one and pressed it against the cut on the side of your neck. You winced and he felt a pang of pain in his own chest.

“Can I check?”

You let go of your stomach with a strangled gasp. Joel started to gently feel your torso, trying to discern if he could feel any broken bones or signs of internal bleeding. He kept his touch as delicate as he could, not wanting to hurt you even more, or worse – scare you.

He couldn’t stop his hands from shaking, though, no matter how much he tried to calm his breathing. He wished he could hold you as securely as he held his gun, with a quiet heart and sharp focus, but the fear of accidentally hurting you made his fingertips recoil at times.

Although you two knew each other for years now, you were never a witness to this cruel side of him. You knew about it, of course, of horrible things he’s done before he got to Boston and met you. A couple of times you even saw with your own eyes snippets of these primary emotions of fear or anger overtaking Joel’s mind and body.

But never like that. Never with such ferocity, hatred and satisfaction from hurting those who did the same to you.

He just really didn’t want you to be afraid of him. You were so precious to him and often he thought those brutal hands of his, which he knew were guilty of inflicting unimaginable pain and suffering, weren't worthy of touching someone who in his eyes was so delicate and pure.

But it never stopped you from seeking his touch, and although Joel could be stubborn and tough at times, he didn’t have it in himself to ever refuse you anything – even when he knew better.

That was always the case. His judgment and mind were clouded when it came to you.

“I don’t think anythin’ is broken,” he finally said in a quiet voice, cupping your cheek gingerly and turning your head to look at it better. “But the nose probably is. How did it happen?”

“They jumped out on me in the hallway,” you answered, not meeting his eyes while he gently touched the base of your nose. Then you looked to the window against which the still pouring rain was beating. “One of them punched me when I shouted for you. I thought you might have not heard me.”

“I heard you,” he murmured and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. You came for me pretty quickly, so–”

“Not that. M’sorry you had to see… this.”

To that, you didn't say anything. Joel felt his heart clenching on itself and almost stopping from the wave of terror that washed over him.

His treacherous mind was rushing him to defend his actions or make excuses – because if he doesn’t, if it turns out you’re scared of him and the things he’s capable of…

You might leave him. And if you leave, Joel won’t survive that.

But he didn’t give in to those cruel thoughts and silenced the voice in his head.

“I’d do it again,” he said quietly, making you lift your head. “In a heartbeat. I’m really sorry you had to see that, darlin’, but I… just know I’d never hurt you. And if I can help it, no one else will either.”

“Hey.” Your knuckles brushed his cheek and you looked at him with sad eyes. “You don’t need to explain yourself. I know you did it to protect me.”

“I wanted them to suffer,” he continued as if you didn’t say anything, but at the same time he soaked in the feeling of your soft touch on his face. “I don’t know how much you saw–”

“Joel.” You sat up with a wince after interrupting him, and your gaze turned sharp. “Why are you telling me this?”

Even though the bloody, battered mess that he made of the blond man seemed to push itself into Joel’s field of vision, he refused to look away from you.

“��Cause you need to know. I feel like I’d be lyin’ to you if I didn’t explain that it wasn’t an accident or a one-time thing,” he answered, his eyes flickering from your neck to your face, and down to his own stained hands. “Couldn’t think of anythin’ else after I saw you like that, on the ground and…”

“Listen to me.” You took his head firmly in your hands and your gaze was unwavering – like you wanted to make sure that your every word will reach the depths of his soul. “I’ll say it again: you don’t need to explain. I get why you did that. And don’t even think you’re gonna drive me away because of that.”

You knew him too well. Sometimes it was slightly annoying, sometimes even scary.

This time, however, it felt reassuring.

You looked to the side where the body of his last victim lay, and Joel grimaced, gently touching the edge of your jaw and tilting it back to him. “Don’t look,” he whispered, realizing with surprise, as well as a horrible lump in his throat, that he felt almost ashamed.

Your bright eyes met his again and he briefly wondered if your gaze always was so scrutinizing.

“I’m not scared of you,” you said sternly, like always knowing what was going on in his head. “I'm not, so stop thinking that.” You shook him by the arm a little and when he didn’t answer, the corner of your lips tugged upwards in a teasing manner. “I’ve seen you multiple times in the morning. I know you’re secretly a big softie.”

Joel really didn’t deserve this kind of kindness and understanding from you. That didn’t stop him from craving it, though.

He didn't say anything – just leaned in and kissed your cheek tenderly, lingering there for a moment but paying attention not to brush your nose. You exhaled and closed your eyes, your eyelashes tickling his skin, and he decided not to drag this conversation on any longer.

“Come ‘ere, sweetheart. I’ll help you up.”

He stood up and held out his hand. It was rough and covered in blood, but even after you saw what he did to those men and heard their screams, you didn’t hesitate to take it.

“Joel,” you said gravely after standing up. There was no trace of your previous smile on your face. “If you were the one in danger, I’d do the same thing.”

You were looking at him expectantly, clearly waiting for an answer, and after a couple of seconds he nodded slightly. Apparently it was good enough for you, because you just squeezed his hand and tugged him after you and out of the room.

Joel didn’t know if he believed you.

But your words made him feel calmer and cleared his clouded mind nonetheless.

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gilmore-angel · 5 months

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everything has changed | aaron hotchner x reader

swiftmas ♱ heyyy.... so this is super late😬. I am now on break so hopefully the future ones will be on time💋

summary ♱ working at a daycare has its perks, a big one being a certain single dad.

warnings ♱ awkward flirting, my lack of understanding how daycares are run, ooc aaron probably cause I haven't watched this show in forever

swiftmas ♱ navigation ♱ follow my library account @baysfics to see when I post!

loud. if you had to use one word to describe your job it would be loud. you of course loved your work, but being completely overwhelmed has become a normal thing.

the end of the day was always the hardest. trying to gather all of the kids items, putting shoes on, getting through checkout, and cleaning up afterwards.

one little boy in particular however made your job a bit easier. Jack Hotchner, an adorable three year old, was polite, well behaved, and sweet. his father, aaron hotchner, was serious but seemed nice.

all you new about him was he worked a lot, and rarely was the one to pick jack up. 90% of the time it was his aunt to come pick him up.

but today was different. when your coworker said jacks parent was here for pickup you help his little winter coat on and backpack and walked with him to the front desk for checkout.

there stood arron, dressed in his usual black suit. his jet black hair was shiny and put together like always. his blank almost cold expression shifted to a much happier one when he saw jack running towards him.

the little boy hugged his father's legs in greeting, receiving a hug in return. you smile as you walk up to aaron and pass him the drawing jack made in class today.

"jack wanted to make sure u gave this to you," aaron smiles softly and takes it, looking over the two little stick figures playing in the snow, representing them.

he glances back up at you, nodding once at you, "thank you. youre jacks main teacher, correct?"

his voice sounding so clear is surprising to you. the most you heard from him was a quiet goodmorning or bye. you would see him mutter words to jack, but they were only for jack to here. the fact he talked to you at all was completely out of the norm.

you feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly realizing now that you have to speak directly to him how handsome he really is.

you smile softly and nod, "yes, I am." you realize too late how awkward you sound.

he nods, reaching out his hand to shake yours, "jack talks about you a lot. you seem to be his favorite here."

your heart swells at that, knowing jack was your favorite too. your heart also skips a beat at the feeling of shaking his hand. his skin is rough, yet his touch is gentle.

"thats so sweet. he brings you up a ton too." your hand drops back to your side and you fiddle with your jeans, suddenly feeling very flustered, a butterfly party happening in your tummy.

he smiles, a bit brighter now. he picks up his son, who is growing more and more tired by the second. he glances away before meeting your eyes again. "I uh, I appreciate all you do for my son. I work a lot out of state so, knowing my son has a good place to go is uh, comforting."

your smile widens, and you chuckle softly, "it my pleasure. he's a great kid."

you both continue to hold eye contact, your breathing calming a bit. he has kind eyes. tired ones, yes, but kind. he finally breaks the little bit of silence by clearing his throat, glancing down.

"well uh, we should be heading out. thank you again." before you can speak again he walks out, son in his arms.

even after he has disappeared from your eye site, you continue to stand and tare at where he was. you almost feel giddy, like a teenager who just met their new crush. you snap out of your daze when you realize you still need to help with checkout. you quickly get back to it, but can't help but thinking that everything has changed.

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blackbat05 · 11 months

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Real or Not Real?

Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Plot: You need a plus one for a wedding. Who better than your boss and perhaps the most hated person on your list.

Genre: PG-13, Enemies to Lovers (I would like to think so😬)

A/N: I’m on a roll. Also, I always wanted to do this trope! This is longer than usual. Reblogs and feedback appreciated!💜

“Shit!” Your phone bounces off the bed, landing inches away from another expensive repair.

“What’s wrong?” Jessica Drew looks up from the self help book that she was currently engaged in.

“An old classmate. I totally forgot about the wedding!” You groan, feet becoming more fidgety by the second.

“Right… and would you care to explain why you look like one of Norman Osborn’s pumpkins?” Your best friend looks at you cautiously, as if like you were a volcano waiting to explode any second.

“Well, she used to be great with everyone in school. Can’t say the same about myself.” You winced internally at the memories about your youth. “You know how it is. Everyone is either rich, successful or in love once they leave school.”

“Or maybe all three.” Jessica adds helpfully much to your chagrin.

“Thanks, Jess.” You refrain from rolling your eyes. “Anyways, the chat group got reignited and some genius started asking about ‘the girl who everyone always see but doesn’t really know’ and before I know it, everyone starts pestering me about how I’m doing!” You throw your hands dramatically in the air and Jessica can’t help but to look amused. “So?”

“So, I kinda told them that I have a reallyhotboyfriend.” The last few words are mashed into one big mess but still clear enough for Jessica to pick up. “You what now?”

Smelling the judgement from a mile away, you hang your head in defeat. “I know! I’m an idiot! I couldn’t help myself okay? This is what happens when you attend a private all girls’ school. You stand out for being weird and suddenly The Plastics start making your entire school life hell.”

“The Plastics?”

“It’s a movie reference.”

“Why am I not surprised.” Jessica chuckles. “So what now girl? How’s damage control going?”

“Terrible.” You splat face first into the pillow. “I was thinking of getting help from the guys but…” You hold up four fingers, ticking them off one by one. “Pavitr can’t pretend, Hobie’ too unpredictable, Miles is too young and Peter’s married with a child - a fact I can’t ignore even if this is fake.”

Jessica looks at your closed fingers, tapping her chin thoughtfully. If being friends with her taught you anything, this wasn’t a good sign.

“There is one more option. I think he would fit your description of a really hot boyfriend.” She deliberately gives you a meaningful look that makes you leap off the bed, throwing her an accusing look.

“Actually, I think I’m going to ask Gwen. Do you know where I can find her?”

“Long gone. She went to visit Captain Stacey.” Jessica quips. “Come on. He’s a good option. Besides, this is a great opportunity to know him better!”

“I rather tangle with the loch-ness monster instead.” You mumble, thinking about your very first encounter with the man of the hour - Miguel O’Hara. The two of you were a good representation of day and night.

While you were bright and upbeat, the leader of the Spider Society probably didn’t have the word ‘joy’ in his dictionary. As you attempted to introduce yourself to him at your first meeting, he had simply brushed you aside.

“Miguel isn’t that bad once you get to know him.”

“Very funny, Jess. You should be comedian of the year. Did you forget how he yelled at me when I pushed him out of the way from Kingpin’s gangbangers?”

Jessica opens her mouth slightly, only to shut it soon after. You frown, turning your back to see whatever she was staring at behind you. How you wished you hadn’t. Oh, if only the ground could swallow you whole as Miguel himself stands at the door, staring at you with an unreadable expression.

“What- how long have you been here for?” You struggle to form that one sentence. “Jess…” You start accusingly.

Jessica shrugs, taking Miguel’s presence as a sign to leave. “I’ll leave you two to it!” She gives you a wink that results in your mouth hanging agape. Miguel closes the door and you quickly attempt to compose yourself.

“I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

Miguel raises a brow. “Be your date.” He says it all too nonchalantly, as if choosing at empanada at the supermarket. You blink, pinching yourself out of his sight. The situation was very real. He stands in front of you, waiting.

“What do you want from me?” You blurt out. “You want something in return.” You clarify once more, trying to make sense of things.

The end of Miguel’s lips turn upwards slightly, and you’re worried that the sudden acceleration of your heart would unable to support your body to stand upright.

“I just want to apologize for my behavior and I happened to overhear your conversation.” He responds and you make a mental note to never trust Jessica again for not warning you about his presence.

“Am I in some kind of alternate dimension?” You laugh, trying to defuse the awkwardness. Miguel remains impassive, eyes staring intently into yours.

“What’s it going to be? You can take me or you can look like a liar to everyone. It’s your choice.”

You hate to say it, but he’s right.

***

“You came!” Your old friend comes barreling into you, giving you a big hug.

“Lils! You look amazing!” You gushed, returning the hug. “Congratulations. What a beautiful place.” You refer to the beachside wedding that she insisted on.

“Thanks! Jeju Island was always on my bucket list. I’m so glad I get to share this memory with all of you!” She gushes, turning to your plus one. “I mean, I finally get to see who has stolen your heart!” She extends a hand. “And who may you be?”

“Miguel O’Hara.” He extends his own hand for a shake. “Congratulations.”

“No need for the formalities!” Lilly smiles brightly. “What I do want to know is how you two got together! You can be away from her for a little can’t you?”

Before the two of you can even say anything, you find yourself being pulled away by Lilly while the groom effortlessly picks up the conversation with Miguel. She brings you aside, within the sight of the two men.

“Tell me everything!” She pounces on you like a tiger, demanding to know your first encounter. You give what you hope was a easy smile. “We’re… colleagues.” You don’t think exposing both your superhero personas would do well, not especially when you got here by inter dimensional traveling.

Your friend seems to be satisfied by this as she squeals. She hits your shoulder a little too aggressively, wanting more. You sigh, hoping that Miguel wasn’t being interrogated this intensively on his end.

“We just had the same interests and kind of clicked.” You prayed that the questioning would stop soon. “Everything was just a blur after.”

Lilly nods, throughly invested in your fake love story. She’s about to ask another question when a sharp voice pierced through the air, causing you to be rooted to the ground. You really wanted to run away at that moment.

“What is this that I’m hearing? You’re actually seeing someone?” The clack of heels come to a stop and you find yourself facing your tormentor.

“It’s nice to see you too, Becca.” You grit through your teeth. The woman remains oblivious to your discomfort as she addresses the two others trailing behind her. “I wonder who’s the lucky man nice enough to pick her up!”

“That’s enough, I invite you to my wedding out of our friendship but this doesn’t give you the right to insult her.” Lilly shoots back, keeping her eyes trained on your curled fists.

“It’s alright, Lils.” You try to remain calm. “Let’s go. I’ll tell you everything later.” You take the lead to escort her back when Becca’s comment brings you to a halt.

“I bet he isn’t even real!”

Although she was right, you couldn’t help but to turn around, wanting to give Becca and her posse a piece of your mind. Something that you should have done a very long time ago.

“Oh, I’m very real alright.”

You see Miguel walking up towards the trio. Was it just you or did Miguel look… angry?

He composes himself, giving a charming grin to the trio who looked like they were going to start falling at his feet any moment.

“Miguel O’Hara. She has told me a lot about you three.”

“Oh, she has?” Becca twirls the edge of her skirt nervously and you don’t know where Miguel is going with this.

“Sure. She’s told me all about how you three dimwits made her entire life hell. Honestly? I don’t even know how that happened when she’s a hundred times classier with more substance than you plastics claim to have.” Miguel catches your eye and gives a quick wink.

“Excuse me?” Becca stutters. “Oh, I get it. She must have paid you to say that!”

Miguel walks over and gently loops an arm over your shoulders. By now, the conversation seemed to have attracted every guest who were lining up at the buffet table.

“Nope. But you know what she is? She is the most courageous and selfless person who wouldn’t hesitate to help others. I don’t think you three would even come close to understanding what that means.”

Miguel has done it. He’s left them speechless and every guest is know giving disapproving looks to the trio who can only storm away in embarrassment.

“I think I’m not that hungry yet. How about we take a walk?”

You realize that Miguel is asking you, so you nod numbly and find yourself being led out of the venue. You see Lilly standing at the entrance greeting guests.

Catching your eyes, she gives you a thumbs up and a mischievous grin, not bothered at all about the verbal altercation that was inadvertently caused by you. Amidst the chaos, one thought was clear in your mind.

Just what is going on?

***

The rainbow colored blocks providing as seats for families, friends and couples to take photos makes the sea look even clearer. Silence overtaking the two of you, you busy yourself with noticing how the jagged edges of the rocks are a wonderful addition to the waves crashing near the shore.

“What’s going on up there?”

Finally. You prepare yourself, stopping beside the statue. “I was just about to ask you the same thing O’Hara.” You take a brave step closer towards the hulking man and he briefly looks away before staring back at you. “Not that I’m ungrateful but that wasn’t like you.”

“Then, what am I supposed to be?”

You paused. “Well… you’re supposed to be grumpy and grouchy and keeping me at arm’s length I guess?” You search for the right words as Miguel contains a chuckle seeing how flustered you were becoming by the second. “And you’re suddenly being nice to me? Hell would have to freeze over.”

Miguel closes the already small gap between the two of you and you suddenly feel hot at his gaze. He examines you for a while and you think he’s about to deliver another sharp retort.

“I did try. I tried to keep you away but you were too bright and cheerful for your own good.” Miguel gruffly tells you. “You were so much like her.”

You knew that he was referring to his past. His wife whom no one really dared to talk about. You finally understood. To him, you were a walking and living painful reminder.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed out. The air suddenly constricts in your lungs and you feel the need to get away. Anywhere but here. You turn around and find yourself being pulled into him. Miguel hugs you, and he hugs you tight.

“No, I’m the idiot. I punished you for seeing you as someone else.” He confesses. “I should have just seen you as… you. You were so bright and so brave, I almost lost it when you took the bullets from Kingpin. That’s when I knew my behavior had to stop. I wanted to tell you and I guess I saw this as the perfect opportunity.”

“Oh.” You don’t know how else to react to this sudden revelation.

“But I meant every word. About me apologizing for my past behavior.” Miguel continues. “And that. Earlier on.” He refers to his relentless counter attack on your tormentors. “I didn’t know that you had to go through all that.”

“Hey, we all go through things right? Kind of a ticket to join the spider society.” You try to lighten things up. “Besides, it’s nothing big.”

Miguel pries you away gently, a slight frown on his face. “Don’t minimize your struggles. You are a hundred times stronger than those three combined. After all, that’s what made you stood out to me in the first place.”

Your heart swells at his statement. As you hear the waves crashing, it felt as if like it gave you a sense of newfound confidence as well. It was all or nothing now. You’re inches away from Miguel, his rosy cheeks prominent from the strong breeze that the coastal city offered. “I just have one more question.”

Miguel cocks his head to the side, curious. He doesn’t interrupt, giving permission for you to go ahead.

“You love me. Real or not real?”

He takes you by the waist, lips on yours. It could be minutes or hours before he lets go, leaving you in a daze. But the movement of his lips are as clear as day. One that would be forever etched in your memory.

“Real.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman: across the spiderverse

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oh-saints · 10 months

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You could write something like friends with benefits with Ruben Dias but he really falls in love w reader 😬 ? you can decide the rest just make it angst

you really can blame back to december (taylor's version) for this. who's ready?

saudade

(portugese) a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent; desiderium.

it was a word rúben only learnt in front of his oldest flame. his favourite flame. however, between the two of them, did time heal everything?

rúben dias x doctor!reader word count: 4.5k prompts: above + summer fling + @julianalvarez9's post here (sorry, girlie, gotta twist your idea a bit) tw: explicit foreplay but suggestive smut 👀 note: y'all can blame ms. swift's newly released album, okay? well, aside from the depressive mood lately and recent work stress, the particular song kickstarted me to write my arse off like i just broke up with my ex (when it's an old news already lol). but as usual, i happen to write this at dawn so not beta-read yet. song: back to december + all too well

“oh, there she is!”

oh for the love of god, you know you were late, okay? when you hadn’t stopped running back and forth for two consecutive days straight to save everyone and their mother’s lives, it was pretty understandable to take the chance of hibernating the first thing you had a day off, right?

“after an eon of disappearing,” the groom—your favourite cousin but god did he love basking attention—raised his glass towards you, and you could only smile his way through the gritted teeth. “I’m glad you decide to grace us with you presence, Your Majesty.”

but of course your family wouldn’t understand that, for they lived a totally different lifestyle to yours, despite begging you to enrol yourself to the most prestigious medical school. ironic now that they were the ones who always begged you to come home when you felt like you’ve moved to your home the moment you got accepted to the most reputable cardiology and cardiothoracic department in the country.

so you smiled wider—for the appearance, of course—but you said nothing back.

you were still regulating your breaths, palpable by your huffs and puffs as you took the empty seat—god if the bridezilla got mad because you took the wrong seat, you’d fight her because it was already a sacrifice on your end to drag your ass to this weekend full of wedding festivities—and before you could do anything else, a glass of water was shoved your way gently.

“you look like you need one.”

you were not surprised by the voice. he sounded like he looked like—rough, buff, strong, bulk. you were rather surprised at the small smile thrown your way when he handed you the crystal, filled with clear liquid.

oh, the choice of drink, too, by the way. in a weekend that would soon be filled with endless flow of champagne and other alcoholic and questionable options, he chose still water.

realising you were still eyeing the glass in his hand, his demeanour changed slightly. “not a fan of water?”

“I thought you’re kind of a beer guy.”

your response sent him into a laughing fit because honestly, rúben was expecting you to throw a flirty banter. with an evening gown that rocked a thigh slit as high as the bride’s ego, you looked more ready to have some fun from the get-go.

but the sound of that deep, masculine laugh did wonders to you. heat immediately run through your entire body, and you immediately knew you liked it more than you thought you should because you kept wanting more. more of his laugh, more of his voice, more of his smiles, more of his scent. more of him.

“it’s too early for that, no?”

with the way he lifted his eyebrows teasingly, you almost questioned your decision to become a doctor. you’d definitely been missing out this special specimen beside you, due to burying yourself in between your patients’ body—literally, in order to save their lives. you really need to go out more often.

or maybe, you need to step up the game while you can before hospital took your fair share of fun as soon as you landed back home. shivers ran down the underside of your arms at the last thought.

fuck it, then. if there was one thing hospital taught you the hard way, it was to might as well enjoy things while it lasted.

you grabbed the glass of water from his hands—his skin felt exactly like it seemed—before signalling for two flutes of champagne. the server went to grab your request as you shoo away your thirst with the water and then proceeded to down the champagne when the server was back in the vicinity, all while never straying your eyes from his. “in Italy, nothing’s too early, no?”

and that was another laugh you’d come to like. god, if coffee did no longer work on your bloodstream, someone should get her that as her daily fix of adrenaline dose before her night shift started.

the man in front of you took his portion of champagne and said his thanks, his eyes held yours like there was no tomorrow. despite the roughness in his facial features, stubbles and all, his smile was warm. and for you, the whole combination was what made your knees weak.

how could someone look so sexy and smug in all his friendliness?

“it’s rúben, by the way.”

with the small smirk slowly tugging the corner of his lips as he sipped the champagne, rúben should really consider himself lucky you didn’t jump on him and replaced the crystal flute under his lips instead.

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despite your initial dislike towards the bride—purely because you thought she had a severe princess disease—you tried so hard not to rain in her parade. no matter what, it was still her special day, probably one she’d been dreaming since she was a toddler.

also, have you mentioned that the groom was one of your favourite person on earth?

so you didn’t even dare to move anywhere outside the safe sanctuary of your table because you knew you’d be bombarded by the elders for how rarely you showed your face again in family functions like these, or for how you could not even show up with a boyfriend in tow. amongst the lineage, you were the only one left without a lover or some sort, but instead of draining your energy to explain how exhausting it was to live so that other people can live too, you stayed put.

that, and the fact that rúben provided 1001 reasons why you should stay behind with him. yes, sexiness aside, you found yourself able to converse so many things outside the medical jargons and it kind of made you miss it—the ordinary life everyone else was leading. you missed talking about the latest blockbuster movie, you even missed wearing something else than the hospital scrub and your favourite crocs for more than 10 hours straight.

you even missed the flirting phase, thanks to rúben’s impeccable ability to chime in some subtle but straightforward seduction. rúben himself already exuded some hotness, his laugh and words managed to shoot some warmth throughout your body, and the champagne tripled the heat all over you.

rúben was only downing another glass of negroni and you were only watching the liquid move from his mouth to his throat, but you needed to excuse yourself. your brain was no longer cooperating with every other organ intact to your body—you couldn’t shouldn’t think all of these forbidden thoughts inside of your mind because rúben had been nothing but a gentleman, yet you were the one who kept wanting to cross the line.

yes, rúben might’ve dropped some not-so discreet touches down your arms, on top of your knees, under your knees. yes, he twirled with your unkempt hair, tucked them behind your ears. but the groom used to do that all the time with you, just to tease you around, so what made this time different?

“I thought you hit the jackpot or something.”

and there was rúben again, his voice matched the concern written all over his face. even in times like this, when her inside was a mess all over, rúben managed to think of her well-being. damn it, he really made it so hard for you to contain the burning desire.

there, she said it. desire—a word so foreign in her dictionary recently, for she’d momentarily lost her want to study the human anatomy since the moment she walked into this party late.

“what, you’d run away or something if I did?”

despite you hyperventilating earlier, as you ran towards a balcony of this huge Italian castle looking for air, you were sure rúben couldn’t see a trace of it anymore. you were already sporting the provocating look you’d come to realise only come into the surface when stirred right—aka only rúben managed to do so by far.

and only rúben could take the outmost pride in enticing such vixen from her hiding place. you wouldn’t have braved the face to sport such dangerous dress if you didn’t have the energy in you, and he was more than glad you ended up taking your seat beside his, despite knowing you were supposed to be seated somewhere else later into the night, for he could satisfy himself with the sly and slightly naughty look you only threw his way whenever he wanted.

he’d be the worst liar on this planet if he said he wasn’t tempted to kill distance between your lips and his, so many times tonight. but his father taught him courtesy, and to do such radical act in a room full of other people’s guests would be an insolence and disrespect to the bride and groom.

but now that the matter of prying eyes was gone…

“I’d brush your teeth, of course,” a small gasp from you didn’t escape his ears. “what do you take me for?”

you smiled but you were shaking your head disapprovingly as you folded your arms in front of you. “when are you going to stop being a gentleman, rúben?”

“why should I?” the man stepped closer to you, and you wished he was still wearing the dark blue vest because you certainly couldn’t handle those specs ghosting behind the white shirt. “do you want me to be a bad guy?”

but you couldn’t also deny you’d want to see those chiselled chest. combined with that smirk and fascinating kind of mirth dancing in his eyes, would you be dead and sent to heaven? “can you?”

you were both now so close, rúben only needed to lift your chin towards his face to claim your lips. “oh, is that a challenge?”

he could easily did, by the way, with the way your lips were gaping as soon as he gripped his chin gently. but he decided to tease you more, as his nose reached down to touch yours while his body pushed you to the railing, giving him the excuse to catch your body in his arms.

your brain was now completely unwired, your limb was moving the way rúben orchestrated yourself like a maestro to his favourite instrument. all you remembered was to hold on to the back of rúben’s neck and the side of his strong arm, as he gathered you in his sturdy embrace, and chanting don’t fall, don’t fall to your now-airhead.

when he finally tipped your chin to his desired angle and your lips caressed one another, your breath turned shaky and it gave him an immense sense of pride. he’d been wanting to have this, dropping hints here and there so you’d let yourself free of expressing your inner self, because he knew you wanted the same thing too.

“what do you want?”

if anyone went wet at his usual voice, wait until you heard this version of rúben.

you could already feel yourself turning into a weak excuse of a puddle. your brain was melting, your inside was evaporating.

“tell me what do you want, baby, and I’ll give ‘em to you.”

it wasn’t that you were shy to voice them, but it was because you couldn’t find the words. funny how you could read endless words and medical jargons and yet, gone was everything inside and outside of yourself, including your so-called dignity you were often praised for when you were doing your rounds, when he dropped the word baby to call you with.

so you raised yourself on your tiptoes and pushed yourself towards him.

“uh, oh,” damn it, you forgot he was a footballer. he was paid to use his reflexes on weekly basis. avoiding your advances were nothing against his job. “words, baby.”

“you,” you managed to breathe out the simplest word you could find in the currently short-circuited brain of yours, but the very word seemed to please the man, whose smirk went wider oh-so sexily. “want you, rúben.”

if it wasn’t for the fireworks going off at the background five minutes later, rúben would’ve succeeded in making you fall apart in record time. but rúben didn’t know the word give up so while he kept to himself for the remaining of the night, he’d come looking after you as soon as the party ended and everyone went back to their respective suites.

you, too, certainly didn’t see this coming. but when rúben immediately kissed you senselessly as soon as you opened the door—well, as soon as he pushed you inside and opened your pathetic excuse of bathrobe, that is—you weren’t complaining. you even helped him shed the rest of your fabrics before unbuttoning all of his, all without separating yourself from him, because the last time you did, you never got the chance to chase your high.

“but, rúben, tomorrow’s the wedding!” you squealed as he lifted your body, your legs immediately locked your position against the large man, as he walked you both to your bed. “we’re so gonna be late, rúben.”

he was peppering your neck with kisses as he placed you down the mattress, rousing giggles from your end. “that will give them a story to tell, no?”

“you’re crazy—oh, oh,” the crispiness of your laughter was interrupted by the sensation of rúben’s tongue devilishly sucking your sensitive spot. “oh, fuck! fuck, rúben, fuck!”

if his tongue wasn’t twirling the bruising skin so well to soothe the pain, you’d smack the smile you felt against your skin. “well, they say that what happens in Italy, stays in Italy.”

“I think you’re mistaken for what happens in las vegas, stays in las vegas—oh, fuck, rúben…! don’t fucking stop.”

“is that so?” oh, how dare he stop?! you sat up when rúben halted the wet ministrations of his tongue against your breasts, about to protest the footballer, when he pinched your budding nipples. your head immediately fell back to the pillow, surrendering yourself instead. “can’t seem to remember. you keep distracting me, meu anjo.”

the sensation of his warm saliva against the coldness of his fingers’ pads were unlike no other that you mewled out the loudest moan you’d ever done. so disgusting you had to bring down his lips towards you to shut yourself up. “should we go to las vegas instead?”

“tonight?” rúben popped a now-hardened nipple of yours, and the sight was definitely something you could not erase from your memory. “I can call my plane.”

“don’t tempt me, rúben, because we know this weekend is going to be boring from the looks of it.”

“let’s bring las vegas to us, then.”

long story short, rúben brought you las vegas and its glory every chance he got during the weekend.

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“must we go back to reality tomorrow?”

the giant central back chuckled at your submission. you were tucked under his arms, your fingers were drawing air on his chest, and somehow he knew you were pouting as you did so. it never ceased his wonder how you could be a temptress for a minute, then turned into a cutie-patootie—your words, not his—the next second.

it never ceased his wonder too as to how you’d always spurt out the same question all over again, every weekend you both got the chance to escape reality, despite knowing the definite answer of yes, we all have a life to lead tomorrow from him.

many of your colleagues had inquired about your relationship with the familiar face they’d seen over the weekend on their TV screens, but you didn’t know what to answer them. you were texting and flirting all the time but you were certainly wasn’t dating. you had sex, and you happened to repeat them whenever things got tough for either of you.

it was starting to become a vicious cycle, you and him. it was an impending doom, escaping the harsh reality only to seek for harsh and explosive sex instead of facing them head first.

he should’ve said no to every of your calls, but you crying over another life you failed to save wasn’t something in his card to ignore.

you should’ve said no to every of his calls, purely because you knew you were another rebound or another anger fuck from the losing game, but you didn’t have the energy in you to think of any reason to say no, not when you’ve racked your brain to save the failing life of your patients.

you both became a constant fixture, the only thing guaranteed good, when all else failed in your respective lives.

including the romantic aspect of your life.

but how could it not fail when rúben always picked up your calls when you had a bad day—that bad that you didn’t have the energy to have sex with him? he’d listened to you crying before stopping yourself, he’d listened to the silent you gave him because you were processing things. he’d listened to them all before offering to pick you up from work, no matter how stupid it looked like for him to slide in his vehicle at 5 in the morning when he had to be back at the training centre at 9 sharp.

when he couldn’t be around when you were having a mental breakdance, rúben would send you and your team a mini buffet for your lunch so you could share happiness the same way you shared him your devastation. so you could be back on your feet in no time because time is of essence for your job, your patients need you to be strong and healthy so they too could do and feel the same.

rúben—bless him—even spared his time to visit your patients when december came around the corner. he’d cheered them up, like the way he always did around you and for you, and even gave the kids and their caretakers gifts so they didn’t feel bored spending the festive holiday at the hospital. the next week, he brought over his entire football team just because one of the elder patients said he was a fan of his team.

he did all that, like a true gentleman you’d met the first time at your cousin’s Italian wedding, only to drop you the biggest nuclear bomb right on top of your head, right on christmas eve.

it was a dinner hosted by one of his teammates. he’d asked you to come because he knew you didn’t prepare for any last minute plan when your surgery schedule fell through—the patient died before you could save her—and thought the merry atmosphere would turn your sour mood to a better one.

you, from the beginning, didn’t want to go because you didn’t feel like intruding. and maybe, you shouldn’t have come.

the host, rúben’s captain, asked what kind of relationship you both were having, just as you were about to call for the men to join the women in the kitchen because the food were all ready to be served by now. but you never joined either side because of rúben’s answer.

“I’m getting married,” you remembered vividly. “she was nothing but a good fuck.”

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but that was—what, five years ago?

you’d moved on with life, and that included moving far away from home to london. you obtained your specialist degree and was now under the tutelage of the best cardiovascular professor in town. you were often credited as prof. nagelsmann’s golden child because of how much the professor adored you, for your vast knowledge and eagerness to learn, as well as your hardworking attitude.

if people knew that you were studying till you broke your neck and had constant nosebleed till exhaustion took over your body at first only to put your mind somewhere else…

well, they didn’t need to know that. people only needed to know that you lived and breathed for the hospital now, because you’d now come to terms that life and death was two of the things that you were sure of to happen. nothing else were as definite as those two.

well, maybe also the jinx when you stashed away your hospital scrub for ordinary clothing as you clocked out of your shift.

as soon as your junior called your name, just five steps beyond the hospital territory, not even your car in sight yet, you knew you had to go back inside and save your kdrama marathon for another time. “code blue?”

your junior nodded and immediately jumped to describe the dire emergency. you were also handed the patient’s medical record. “male, 35 years old with CoA[1]. his stent’s infected so we have to do replacement but his CT scan shows hemothorax[2] and raptured aorta as well.”

your legs wanted to give away when your eyes spotted the name.

it’s ivan dias.

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rúben couldn’t believe his eyes.

there you were, explaining the whole procedure his brother would be going through. clad in your hospital scrub with no make-up, you were still as beautiful as he’d remembered. not even signs of time grazing your skin, as if the cold temperature of the operating theatre froze away the concept of time from your face.

your natural look was what initially drew him into you. in a room full of people caking their faces in the latest make-up trend, you definitely stood out in his eyes. you even outshone everyone else, including the bride, if he was being honest. and when he found out you were more than a pretty face, it didn’t take him another minute to settle his decision to make you stay behind in the table with him, so no one else could take you far away from him.

possessive, people would say to him. a trait he thought he’d hated in everyone else, but a trait that turned out to be something that showed up only whenever you were concerned.

but god, did rúben want you. so bad he felt like he could kill anyone else who casted you a seductive glance, despite you not acknowledging them.

and it made him hate himself because he was turning to be everyone else he’d come to hate. he didn’t want to be selfish, he didn’t want to push everyone else for what he solely wanted. he didn’t want you all for himself—he shouldn’t want you all for himself.

you both were only friends after all.

at least, that was rúben used to think of. because who the hell listened to another person crying for hours, if not for friends? who the hell picked up another person at 5 in the morning, if not for friends? who the hell reminded another person to eat so they could take care of their patients, if not for friends?

so he did everything he could, including dating around till he painted the town as red as the possessiveness he wished to hide, in hope he could diminish this niggling feeling that was bothering him day and night. he sought help and read endless books, just so he could validate the peculiar emotions he was feeling, that only vanished when you were around.

but nothing satisfied him. nothing was the answer to his long-standing question. even when he decided to jump the big gun and got married with someone else that didn’t even understand a simple arithmetic question, rúben still felt the gnawing hole inside of him, that was still thirsty of something he didn’t know of.

the hole grew into a big, black, gaping hole as his marriage went on. the hole even swallowed the existence and the idea of the two of them, the couple that could perfectly plaster the covers of bridal vogue, into a mere memory, burned to ashes and blown to the sky.

even then, too, rúben only wanted to see you. because being around you always brought strange waves of calmness to him.

so he did, only to find you go off the grid for good. he’d asked for you to everyone he knew and everyone he thought could possibly knew of your existence, to no avail. he’d thought of going to your home and asked to your parents but he decided to go against it because he respected you and your decision—he always does from the first moment he met you.

he remembered he didn’t even want to touch you until you succumbed yourself entirely to his palm, and he promised you he’d do that and he intended to keep his end of words, be it when you were around or not. he could only pray to God to meet you again in due time and course, when you were ready to see him again.

but now… god, did he want to scream out loud in happiness. you were still as gentle as ever, having handled fragile lives in your hands of both the parents and the guardians. your voice still reminded him of an umbrella under a blazing hot day, as you elaborated ivan’s condition to his parents. your hands still reminded him of a silk handkerchief tucked properly under one’s suit, as you touched his parents in reassurance.

only then did he realise that this sharp feeling inside of him, only you could provoke such intense emotions like a dagger stab to his heart, was longing.

he’d longed to have you in his arms again, despite having you there all his previous times with you. he’d longed to have you around him again, despite being around you. no distance was still a distance per his standard. and he realised he’d made the biggest mistake by not proclaiming you when he had the chance.

fuck possessiveness, he wanted you back.

after all these years, he still wanted you so bad.

“I knew you’d succeed,” rúben sat down with two cans of your choice of beer. “I haven’t had the chance to congratulate you. congratulations, by the way.”

“thank you,” while you flashed him a smile, you smiled rather awkwardly and scooted further away from him. like you were scared of him. like a child was scared of what a stranger had in their hands. “i—”

he didn’t like that you were getting further away from his reach. he couldn’t launch his old moves on you again if you did. “I hope you still like Budweiser.”

“I do, but I’m sorry, do I know you?”

but it seemed like he’d lost you now, the way he’d lost you years ago.

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[2] hemothorax; a presence of blood is detected between the chest wall and the lungs. commonly, may be caused by blunt trauma or by complication of a disease.

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genericpuff · 6 months

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So, uh… I think if you flip that last panel you were talking about over in part two of your premiere discussion, it becomes more clear that it's probably intended to be Demeter leaving Hades and Persephone behind on the snow-laden ground while she takes to the air, mountains and withering branches framing it all, but boy they went heavy on the "fog" around the couple to seemingly cover up dat panel/asset re-use. 😬 Also, I have zero clue why they felt the need to have it like that in the first place if they were going to make it that muddled—I guess it tapers to a "satisfying" point? It trails off? Kind of?

YESS THIS LITERALLY GOT POINTED OUT TO ME IN THE DISCORD SHORTLY AFTER I MADE THE POST

BUT LIKE

THAT WAS THE ORIGINAL ORIENTATION

SO WHY IS IT FUCKING UPSIDE DOWN LMAOOOO

It makes SO MUCH MORE SENSE NOW that that's supposed to be Demeter, but you LITERALLY CAN'T TELL AT FIRST GLANCE in that original panel! And you can't even frigging see Hades and Persephone, IT'S TOO MUCH FOG RACHEL LMAOO How are we supposed to be able to see that shit on a PHONE SCREEN-

I have no idea if she was trying to be "artsy" by showing it upside down or if she legit just accidentally made it upside down. It's hilarious and baffling either way.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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onetimetwotimesthreetimess · 2 months

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prompt request: older malec 😬 (second chance romance veryyy much accepted )

I know you’re fishing for that BTLIO happy ending that you’re never getting from me nsnsbsmsksskjs

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High school reunions are kind of overhyped, in his opinion.

It’s a frivolous attempt by one at pretending that their teenage years were not as miserable as they remember it to be.

Magnus’s quite over it, if he’s being honest.

He never wants to meet most of the people from his high school ever again.

But he’s back in his town after 10 years and Catarina forces him to attend the event.

“Magnus, this is a great way to show up all those assholes that made you miserable.”

“Show up how?” He asks.

Catarina raises an eyebrow at him and he relents.

“Fine. I guess my million dollar worth could be a way.”

“You think?”

He sighs. “But is that it? Financial success? Is that all that matters in this world?”

Catarina side eyes him, “Wow, this town really brings out the angsty teenager in you.”

Magnus rolls his eyes at her. “I just don’t like these people. And I don’t think showing my wealth is a way to prove that I’m better than them.”

“But you are better than them.”

His face breaks into a smile. “And that’s why I love you, my dear.”

His teenage years in this town were to quite simply put it—a nightmare.

They were filled with homophobia, racism and everything in between.

Magnus remembers nothing but being sad in most of them.

Most of them. Not all of them.

Some of them were good memories. The best ones of his life.

He knows those memories had nothing to do with this school or the town but something else.

Something angelic.

Someone angelic.

He puts on his most flamboyant and dramatic outfit, now that no one can hurt him with words about how he chooses to dress up like.

Magnus puts on a purple sheer shirt, with a deep, very deep v neck cut. Half of his chest was visible, with seven necklaces laded on it.

There’s one small necklace still on his neck, it doesn’t match his outfit but it was given by his mom , fixed by his Rafael, he doesn’t know how and he kind of misses them both terribly today.

It’s something about this town.

At least one of them, he’ll get to see again after two days. Rafael wanted to come with him but too but Magnus didn’t want to bring him here. There’s too much sadness here. And he always wants to keep his baby away from all that sadness.

Two hours later, they reach their high school. The event is happening in the gymnasium, even ten years later.

With huge letters, the banner reads- “Class of 2012”.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

Magnus goes around the room, meeting people he’s forgotten by now. Some he remembers like yesterday.

“Magnus,” A beautiful woman with curly hair approaches him. “Magnus Bane?”

Magnus thinks for a second before his eyes widen in surprise—good surprise. “Maia?”

“It’s been so long,” she smiles and pulls him in a hug.

“Too long.”

“You disappeared from here.”

“I didn’t disappear,” he says, not without a flair. “I just made a grand exit.”

They both know he’s kind of lying. Magnus had disappeared. More accurately, he’d run away.

It had been too hard. Breathing had become too hard.

If he’d stayed here a minute longer with all the painful memories, Magnus would have died.

Leaving this town had saved him.

He meets a few other people after that. It’s not half as horrible as he’d expected.

“Magnus?”

He recalls that voice as clear as a day. He turns to find the most beautiful woman in front of him.

She was always beautiful but right now, she looks a hundred times prettier. He also knows that it’s nothing to do with her physical appearance but everything to do with the huge smile on her face.

The visible happiness.

She’s never looked freer.

None of the Lightwood siblings ever did.

“Isabelle?”

She jumps in her arms, still with all the love and joy like they’re sixteen again.

Like the little girl who used to help him climb up her house so that they could play housie at night.

Or after a particularly horrible night when they needed some cheering up—thanks to the Lightwood parents.

If it wasn’t for the warm hug, he would have been scared to hug her back. But there’s no such feeling anymore as he wraps his arms around her tightly.

“Oh, darling,” he breathes. “It’s so nice to see you.”

“You too,” Isabelle says happily and he knows she means it.

Isabelle was a two years younger than them so technically she shouldn’t be here. There’s only one reason for her to be here and considering that Simon is lurking not five steps away, with a giddy smile on his face, he has to be right.

“You being here, I can only assume you are still with Sherman,” he grins, the old joke falling easily from his lips.

“I do.”

“Hello, Magnus,” Simon waves excitedly.

They talk for a while but Magnus is a bit distracted throughout.

“He’s here, you know,” Isabelle says.

His brows furrows, “Who?”

Isabelle rolls his eyes. “You know who.”

He does.

Magnus didn’t want to come to the reunion for the following reasons:

1. He dislikes most of these people.

2. He ran away ten years ago and it’s weird to explain to everyone why that happened.

3. Alexander Gideon Lightwood.

The first two reasons ignite a strange anxiety in him. But the last one, it stirs up feelings and emotions he’s tried to kept hidden for years.

If Magnus tries to open the Pandora’s box, he might never be able to shut it down.

“I—I don’t know if—” he stutters, slightly annoyed but not surprised that Alec lightwood can still bring out the teenager in him, “I don’t know if he’d want to see me.”

Isabelle gives him a small smile. “It’s been ten years, Magnus. I think it would be okay.”

He wonders if she knows. If she knows why he did what he did.

Out of all his friends, he had only ever confided in Catarina and Clary at the time.

“Okay.”

He roams around the room, trying to find the man. Then he spots him. It’s not difficult. Even though the last time Magnus saw him was a decade ago, when they were teenagers, still not fully grown into their bodies, still with a bit of acne and awkward smiles on their faces.

But Magnus knows. He knows the man standing in front of him, with his back to Magnus’s face, in a navy blue sweatshirt, amidst a crowd of people fully dressed up in tuxedos and dresses has to be none other than Alec Lightwood.

He musters up all the strength he can, but the air closes up around him, his feet freeze on spot and he finds himself unable to move or speak.

All he can recall is the last time he was infront of Alec.

The last, horrible, horrible words he had hurled at the man who was his entire world.

But it’s been ten years and if anyone deserves an apology or hundred from Magnus, it’s him.

So, he shoves inside his pain, the guilt and everything he’s feeling right now and has been for the past two decades and opens his mouth.

“Alexander?”

It’s the easiest thing in the world to notice the man’s body tense up at the name. There’s a full few seconds of absolutely no movement before Alec moves—oh, so slowly.

His heart stutters inside his chest, rapidly beating inside.

From the ages of twelve to seventeen, Magnus had only felt two emotions in the world. Pain, at everything happening inside his house and love—for Alec.

His life had space for nothing else at the time.

Then slowly, and then very instantly, only pain had remained as he had pushed all the love away.

“Magnus?”

He’s still as beautiful as ever; Magnus thinks. But somehow more so. There’s that teenage shyness missing from his face, replaced with the handsomeness of a grown man.

Alec looks breathtaking, with his wild hair, dark and gorgeous. His eyes, as blue and shiny as ever.

A hundred emotions flicks over his face and it breaks his heart to realise that he understands none of them, having lost the privilege to read Alec years ago.

Then, his face settles on a small smile. A tight lipped one. Not Alec’s real one.

Alec’s real smile, that’s something one can never forget.

It’s a special privilege, to be able to see Alec Lightwood smile.

“Hi,” he says, carefully, not knowing the kind of reaction he will get.

If Alec tells him to fuck off and never show his face again, he would understand.

He would deserve it.

He had broken Alec’s heart in the worst of ways.

But Alec doesn’t yell, doesn’t tell him to fuck off. He smiles. Only if a bit careful.

“It’s been a minute since I have seen you.”

He chuckles, “Yeah. Been a minute.”

There’s a few minutes of silence afterwards. He doesn’t want what he’s supposed to say. What either of them could say after the shitshow everything was the last time they saw each other.

They stand awkwardly before it gets too difficult for Alec and he excuses himself. “I think someone is calling me.”

Magnus sighs dejectedly as Alec leaves, his heart breaking inside his chest.

This is why Magnus didn’t want to come back to this stupid, fucking town ever again. It brings nothing but pain and disappointment.

Catarina has asked him through the years if he regrets his decision. And the answer is always a resounding no.

He needed to choose someone at the time, and he chose Alec.

No one will ever know though and he’s quite okay with that choice.

Alec and he cross paths a couple of times in the next two hours but they don’t talk, Alec still avoids him like the plague. Or just because there’s nothing to talk.

He’s a little angry at Alec; if he’s being honest.

It’s not right, he knows. But he wants Alec to be angry at him right now, yell or shout about why he did what he did. But Alec does none of those things and it hurts more than he would like to accept.

Maybe, for Alec, it wasn’t that big of a deal.

It was just a break up after all.

People break up all the time.

They weren’t special.

Even the thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth because he knows with everything inside of him tjay to him, it meant everything.

Alec Lightwood was everything.

“So, guess what we’re about to do now?” One of the organisers, Michelle announces.

“Leave?” He mutters, only loud enough for Catarina to hear; who chuckles in response.

“Shut up. You love a party.”

“Not this one.”

“Remember when we all put a time capsule under that big tree in the campus?” Michelle screams. “We’re about to open them.”

Oh.

The time capsule.

He recalls early senior year, everyone giggling and laughing, putting their hopes, future plans into the time capsule.

He remembers his ambitions. Plans. He had a lot at the beginning of senior year.

By the end of senior year, he had none left. Not a whole lot of hope either.

“What did you put in your time capsule?” Catarina asks.

He frowns, trying to recall. “I don’t really remember. You?”

Catarina thinks for a moment before her eyes widen in embarrassment, “Oh god. I put something very embarrassing.”

Magnus chuckles, “What?”

“You’re never finding out, Bane.”

There’s too much chatter then, everyone discussing their capsules, asking about others. For a second, it feels like he’s back to being seventeen again.

“Come on, let’s find out.”

“I don’t wanna,” he whines but then he sees Isabelle, Jace, Simon and Clary all run in the direction, dragging a grumpy Alec and he follows.

“Fine. Let’s go.”

“Ask Clary out. Go Pro,” Jace’s time capsule notes and he hurrayed, kissing Clary on the mouth.

Clary finds a photo of all six of them, huddling on top of each other and they all warm up inside at the memory.

They had all been at Magnus’s house that day, the one in the photo.

They all tear up a little.

Isabelle finds a small bottle of alcohol that she had stolen from her dad, pulling a chuckle out of everyone as she chugs it in one go. “No regrets,” she screams.

“Simon?”

Simon finds a small picture of him and his dad. “I lose things all the time. I didn’t want to lose this picture.”

Isabelle pulls him in for a hug and kisses his temple.

A little excitement simmering up, Magnus opens his box. There’s a single note inside, and when he reads it, his heart breaks for the thousandth time.

“What do you have Magnus?”

His voice breaks, “Excuse me,” and runs away from there.

Tears stream down his face as he runs towards the terrace. It’s an isolated spot, entry restricted to students but long back, Magnus and his friends have found out a way to break that lock. Almost a decade, and the lock is still not fixed.

He sits on the ledge and cries his heart out.

It angers him so much, being here. It’s like suddenly he’s transported back to ten years ago, with his fragile teenage heart.

After a while, he doesn’t know how long, there’s footsteps on the terrace.

“Hi.”

He chuckles dryly. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Do what?”

“Comfort me. I’m just having a moment.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

They stay silent but Magnus has been never been a fan of silence so he asks, “How did you know I was here?”

It’s a stupid question, really. But atleast it’s a question. Atleast they’ll talk.

Because Magnus doesn’t know how long he can go on without Alec talking to him.

Ten years was too long.

“So,” he drags his words, “What was in your time capsule?”

“A list,” Alec chuckles, but it’s weak.

He knows that as well. They had written put their time capsules together. Right next to each other. But they hadn’t shown each other what they had written.

“Stop peaking,” Magnus recalls Alec squealing as he tried to peek into Alec’s list.

“Come on, show me.”

“No.”

Magnus had dragged his finger along Alec’s neck then, as he got closer and purred against his ear, “Please darling. It’s me.”

Alec’s body had shivered under his touch. “Stop. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“And what would that be?” He grinned.

He had tried some more but Alec had not shown him.

That day, it had felt impossible that there would come a day when they would actually get to open that. Ten years had felt too long at the time.

Right now, he can’t even recall where the past ten years went.

“You want to see it?” Alec suggests.

Magnus’s eyes widen. “You will show me?”

“Why not?” Alec shrugs. “We’ve got nothing to lose.”

The words sting, burning a red and angry feeling inside of him but he tries not to show it at the surface. “Okay.”

Alec passes a piece of paper to him.

Magnus takes a deep breath and turns it.

Alec’s scrawny handwriting brings out a smile out of him.

1. Leave Idris.

2. Come out to everyone.

3. Become an archery player.

4. Get Max and Izzy and Jace out of his parents control.

5. Marry Magnus.

A choked sob leaves Magnus’s mouth. And still, he can find in himself to be incredibly proud that Alec was able to fulfil four out of the five things.

“Four out of five isn’t bad,” he tries to keep lightness in his voice but fails miserably.

“I guess,” Alec says, his voice tight.

Before anyone says another word, Magnus takes out the piece of paper from his pocket and passes it to Alec.

He avoids his gaze as Alec reads the words.

Magnus’s list wasn’t really a list. It contains of only one thing and Magnus couldn’t even fulfil that.

There’s just words that he knows will mock him for an eternity.

Mama is sick. But don’t worry, stay with Alec. He will make everything okay. He will make you okay.

A hurt noise leaves Alec’s mouth this time and he feels his own heart splintering. He wants to hug the man and tell him that he’s sorry. That it wasn’t his fault. That he’s good. But he does none of that.

“Magnus—“ Alec says brokenly.

He knows what Alec is asking. Magnus didn’t plan to ever tell anyone—especially Alec about this but he is tired—so tired of the pain, of the weight of the secret paining him for a decade.

For all the love he doesn’t know what to do with.

For their hopeful teenaged selves that believed nothing could come between them but something—Magnus, did.

“You needed to leave.”

“What?”

“If you had stayed in Idris, you would have died. You were dying here under the weight of your parents expectations and you needed to leave this town. I could not be another thing between you and your freedom,” he says hurriedly, the air around him closing.

“Magnus, what are you talking—?”

“You had that scholarship in your hand, Alexander,” Magnus breathes harshly, almost gasping. “I couldn’t let you stay for me.”

“Your mom was dying, Magnus,” Alec says harshly, and the words hurt but they’re true. “Of course I wanted to stay. I wanted to stay for you.”

“I couldn’t let that happen,” he admits. “You had a whole life, a whole career ahead of you. I couldn’t stop you.”

“You didn’t have to ask. I would have done anyways,” Alec all but screams and it feels almost cathartic, that the other man is finally screaming.

He’s positive Alec hasn’t screamed in a decade.

“You think I don’t know that?” Magnus exhales. “That’s why I had to do what I did.”

There’s silence then. Just their loud breathing audible.

Before Alec speaks, as tired and pained as he feels, “You broke my heart, Magnus.”

Tears stream down his face and he wipes them off harshly. “I’m sorry.”

“All I did was love you,” Alec whispers. “And then I didn’t understand.”

“I did not want you to understand, Alexander. For that, I am incredibly sorry.”

They stay silent then. Not knowing what to do with all of this.

At least now, Alec has all the answers.

He thinks it’s time for him to leave. He told Alec everything there was to know. Now he needs to leave this town and these people again.

It’s the most unexpected and magical thing in the world when Alec speaks after a few minutes, “You want to go for a walk?”

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As they talk; Magnus will find out about Max, Alec’s three year old son. Alec will show him a picture and it would be the cutest kid in the world.

Five years later, Magnus will make sure that Alec crosses off the fifth thing off his list too.

And in his vows, he thanks Alec for making him okay.

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#aahh I love me a good second chance #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood

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anxresi · 1 year

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…Isn’t it a bit late for April Fools Day?! 🤡🤣

I was going to just write a few snarky remarks in the tags, but fuck it… I have a bit of time on my hands right now, so let’s tackle these somewhat disingenuous statements one at a time shall we? Starting from the one in the top left hand corner, and working our way anti-clockwise around… *Cracks knuckles*

1. Yep. SO nice in fact, she doesn’t have any other noticeable character trait. ‘Niceness’ by itself doesn’t make you an interesting, intriguing or compelling character… it just makes you boring. In fact, I’m gonna have to work pretty damn hard to finish this off before I nod off just thinking about her… 🥱

2. …And this is a GOOD thing? It just proves how much the writers were DESPERATE to make her Chloe’s replacement they rushed virtually everything to do with her, including her rapid induction to ‘Hero’. Most of the other Miraculous users had to wait AGES to get their chance, and Lil Miss Perfect just turns up in Paris and gets her chance virtually the first day. It wasn’t earned, it wasn’t believable… it was just handed to her on a silver platter because… reasons. 😩

3. So what? This is just yet more evidence that this girl, a TOTAL STRANGER up to S4 is all of a sudden being treated like the queen of all Mary Sues. Just listen to all the endless shilling about her from the rest of the cast (especially Marinette and, more depressingly Plagg) Now imagine them said in Thomas Astruc’s voice as he lays his case against Chloe… and everything should become clear.

4. This means virtually nothing. Everyone gets their Miraculous permanently at the end of S5, so the fact she gets her’s 5th is just down to a quirk in sequence. If anything, I’m surprised she didn’t get it sooner… in another gratuitous ‘Take That’ to diehard Chloe fans… 😬

5. I don’t even have anything to say about this.. it calculates the precise sum of 0.00% in terms of her worth of a character. You got anything better?

6. Oh, you mean the same acting ‘skills’ that she used to manipulate her sister into pretending she ‘loved’ her and to carry that useless charm about?The thing is, everyone might’ve SAID her talent was great in that AWFUL Queen Banana episode… but it actually wasn’t. Just because the other characters say she’s the next Sophia Loren, doesn’t mean the viewers don’t have eyes and ears. But I guess if they’re stupid enough to fall for Lila’s incredibly obvious lies when the plot demands it, anything’s possible…

7. What, you like her colorful shoes? This is possible the only one I’ll grant you (they ARE pretty snazzy) but at the end of the day, they’re just pointless aesthetics. Anyone else could be wearing them, and the garish colors can’t blind us to her all-conquering mediocrity. Moving on…

8. Here’s a hint: NEVER use the word ‘objectively’ when the opposite is clearly true. She’s not just ‘sweet’, spending time with her is akin to being pinned down in Wonka’s chocolate factory being force-fed candy by all the Oompa-Lumpas until you literally explode. Not a pleasant experience in other words, thanks to the writers laying this sole facet on with a literal trowel and shovel.

As for the ‘sass’ part… nope, not seeing it. Unless you mean the occasional scene when she ‘deals’ with her sister… these parts were obviously only put in to throw red meat for the Chloe-hating sheep out there could hoot and holler at the screen (probably waking their parents up in the process) whilst screaming “SEE? THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!!” Well, I hope you’re happy now. You hapless lame-o’s.

9. Mary Sues don’t get ‘character assassinated’. They get bigged-up, cheered, given every resource in the show to be Da Best… but NEVER wrecked in that manner. Her sister, on the other hand… 😢

I would argue though, that what she is, is WORSE than character assassination… she’s an individual that never should’ve existed in the first place. In fact, I’d barely even describe her as a character. A plot device, a waste of space, a product of Thomas Astruc’s inexplicable raging hatred against Chloe maybe, but not a serious character. As the popular meme goes, Change My Mind (you won’t).

10. …You’re REALLY scraping the bottom of the barrel now, aren’t you?

Besides, this hasn't even been confirmed yet. We don't even know anything about the elusive Mr Lee, or even what he might think about his daughter being forcibly adopted by the Mayor. Something which I'm sure a show of such grandiosity and ambition will go into at great length.. Nah, just kidding!

Next, you’ll be telling me that somehow her sexuality is another reason to think she’s the best thing since sliced bread…

11. And there we have it (sigh). How terribly predictable. 🙄

I’ve already done a whole post thingie about how her being a lesbian and having a short-lived crush on Marinette was just imposed to get unearned brownie points from underrepresented communities when they won’t actually do anything with said revelation, so I’ll keep this short. Sufficed to say though, I feel like starting a hashtag… #TheGaysDeserveBetterThanZoe. Get it trending, peeps! 😎

12. Whatever you’re smoking, can I have some of it? This is crossing the line from ‘delusional’ to ‘crazy’ now. She’s remained as static as a statue since her opening episode, has NO room for change and growth due to the fact she was only brought in to replace Chloe and in that uncomfortably dull niche she’ll stay. Sorry, but just because you wish that she’d had any kind of interesting development doesn’t mean she has. Facts have a funny habit of getting in the way of the truth.

13. In turns of ticking boxes for diversity, French-Americans aren’t exactly a high priority IMHO. But sure if you think that makes her the bees knees (pun intended), you go ahead and celebrate it. 👍

14. So in conclusion, I do agree that Zoe Lee is indeed ‘Best’ character… (hears sharp intake of breathes all round) oops, I’m sorry. What I meant was ‘Pest’ character… in that just having her buzzing about in all her flawless Mary-Sue glory makes you just wanna reach for the bug spray.

You know, like you would for a pesky wasp during a delicious picnic. Because she’s Vesperia, get it? 🤪

The only upside to this sad situation is, from what I can tell (being strictly a non-watcher these days, you figure out why) the writers half-agree with me.

After all for such an 'amazing' character who's apparently achieved so much in her short time in the show... why is she barely featured? They must know, somewhere down deep in their artistic brains, she's a narrative dead zone.

A collection of tiresome off-the-shelf quirks, traits and spare parts (someone here said she was like a bad fanfiction self-insert... ABSOLUTELY RIGHT), loosely held together with visible stitching and hastily assembled together like Frankenstein's Monster for the most cynical of reasons.

She has no arguable reason to be in the show, apart from being a far inferior replacement to the potential mine of character development that someone like Chloe could've represented.

I guess Thomas really does hate complex characters who may overshadow his precious Marinette... or school bullies who traumatized him so much as a lil kid he specifically wrote someone into his show he could subsequently and systematically destroy (as the rumors go... but it wouldn't surprise me with THAT guy).

Now I’m off to bed, but let me end on at least ONE positive note for this much-maligned individual: She’s EXACTLY the kind of character a show like Miraculous Ladybug deserves… and if you like her, you deserve her too.

Now, good night. 🌝 🛌

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ladybug #chloe bourgeois #ml salt #ml #marinette dupain-cheng #disney #Zoe #zoe lee

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Refresh/Remind me with fanon & canon as I reread please and have so many questions after finishing all of ACOTAR (onto TOG & CC next)

~ ACOTAR WORLD ~

— Were all the high lords except for Tamlin previously captured & trapped for all 50 years?

— What was the Night Court doing while Rhys was UTM?

— Is Mor’s power truth (if so, how does that work)?

— Did Rhys know Clare Beddor was a real person or did he think it was a fake name? (Couldn’t he read Feyre’s mind the whole time)?

— Were Rhys first words post UTM to Mor “she’s my mate”?

— Whatever happened to the child of the blessed Briar girl that Feyre saved?👀

— Is there any more canon than the single “she’s beautiful”🥹 Mor x Emerie scenes? Are they mates?

— Does Cassian ever ACTUALLY say “I love you” to Nesta?😭

— Was Nesta “technically” a witch when she had stolen Cauldron powers?

— Is Gwyn Azriel’s mate (Canon or Fanon)?

— Is Gwyn’s full name Gwyneth Berdera?

— Is their currently a High Priestess (or did they start a new rule post Ianthe)?

— Does Rhys, Cassian, or Azriel have a last name?

— Does Tamlin have a mate?

— Is Bryce from Crescent City (or is she a fan-made character)? / Is Bryce the same as Bryaxis? *If this is a major spoiler please don’t answer as I’m reading Crescent City and Throne of Glass next. 😅🤣 lol*

— What decides what the Bone Carver appears to you as?

… Thing to save you, Worst fear, Thing that will destroy you? Etc.

And what does it appear to each character as (Cassian especially)? — Along with what does Cassian see Bryaxis as?

— Speaking of… WHERE THE HECK IS BRYAXIS? How will Feyre get her😅 … Is that bargain technically broken (can bargains even be broken) if so, could she (and therefore Rhys) die from it??

— What/Who gave Cassian the chest, heart, and throat scar?😬

— Can mates be unrequited, ignored, once in a lifetime, multiple, platonic, etc.

Could for instance: Elain be Lucien’s mate, but Elain’s mate be Azriel, and Azriel’s mate be Gwyn? *or Lucien having a second mate in Elain after his tragic first love (can’t remember if his autumn court lover was his “mate” or not).

— Who holds the title “Queen of Queens” (is this fan given?) I’ve seen it both with Nesta & Mor and I’m quite curious in each characters “Court” story/placement.

— Can you rule a Court without being an Heir/Spouse? (though Feyre totally earned it, honestly it was more like an overdo promotion, so NOT saying she “JUST MARRIED HER WAY IN IN” to be clear)… More like: Could Lucien (being a double sided illegitimate son) be given the reigns to Spring Court (if Tamlin died, retired, was exiled, or goes into the intensive therapy that he so desperately needs)… In that could Elain then become High Lady of Spring Court (or just be given it or “Mother” chosen for her own character (mate aside)); cause she has the vibe (plus it would be cool triad yin-yang with a sister of night, another of death (and now mother given power… so life? … Is Nesta now life & death?) and the last being her (Elain) & of spring (it would have real Mother Nature / Persephone vibes).

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“Don’t. Talk. To. Her.”

Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Reader

Countdown to Cobra Kai Season 5 - 6 Days Left!!!

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Requested? No

Summary: Hawk wasn’t exactly the “Knight in Shining Armor” type. That is, until he met (Y/n)…

Warnings: starred out swear words, assault, teenage party

Pairing: Eli “Hawk” Moskowitz x Fem!Reader

(We’re so off on this but it’s fine… 😬😂)

(Y/n) didn’t even know why she was here. She was not a party person. Never had been, never would be. But, when Moon invited her to her annual Back-to-School Bash, that wide smile and those doe eyes staring her down, awaiting an answer… Well, you try saying no to that face.

At any rate, she was here, all dolled up in her “House Party” best, and already searching for excuses to leave, though knowing that wasn’t an option, as Moon was her friend, and she certainly couldn’t do that to her friend.

“(Y/n) right?” She’d been hiding in the kitchen, staring off into space and daydreaming about the comforts of her care bear pajamas and big screen tv, when the guy approached her. She vaguely recognized him, probably from some random class or something like that, but she couldn’t for the life of her come up with a name. She opted to simply offer him an awkward smile.

“Yeah.” (Y/n) took a sip from her cup, Diet Pepsi, as she would be driving herself home that night, before the guy opened his mouth to speak again, having to lean in to be heard over the music booming from the other room.

“(Y/n/n)- Can I call you (Y/n/n)?” He started, not really waiting for an answer, before continuing. “So, (Y/n/n), I don’t think I’ve seen you around one of these before.” He gestured towards the colorful flashing lights and drunk teens filling the house.

“Not really my scene.” She mumbled, looking around a little, while still trying to be discreet about her intentions. She hoped to god she’d find an excuse to leave this conversation, which was becoming more and more uncomfortable by the second.

“You’d have fooled me in that dress.” He smirked, looking (Y/n) up and down hungrily, and leaning in closer, a little too close. (Y/n) took an obvious step back, her eyes wide as the reality of her situation settled in. He followed her movement, a sarcastic pout decorating his face.

“Hey where you going? A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be all alone at such a big party.” His face switched back to a grin, as he towered over her, (Y/n)’s own having the exact opposite effect at their position. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He teased, making a show of looking around the room, empty except for the two of them. “Couldn’t make it?”

(Y/n) didn’t have a boyfriend. She didn’t even have a date to bring her to this party. She’d come on her own. (Y/n) knew that, and she figured by the look on the guy’s face that he knew it too. She took another backwards step, trying to put some distance between herself and him, deciding that, her only option, at this point, was to hope for a distraction, then make a break for it. Suddenly, however, her escape plan, it seemed, would no longer be necessarily.

“Nah, he made it. Just had to take a leak.”

+ + +

Hawk wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. He’d never even met this girl before, the only indication she’d even gone to their school was Chris’s vague recollection of them being lab partners a few years prior.

Now, Hawk wouldn’t say she was unnoticeable. He*l, she was very pretty in her knee-length party dress. If he had stumbled upon her in any other way that night, he might have even ventured some flirting of his own. But she did have a certain look about her, as if she felt off in her environment. It was clear she did not want to be there. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t recognize her; she didn’t run with their crowd?

But, Hawk didn’t care whether he knew the girl or not. He knew the look on her face. He’d been around guys like that long enough to know what his intentions were. And, by that look, he knew she knew too.

Now, Hawk definitely wouldn’t call himself a saint. He*l, he was honestly probably a lot closer to the devil. The boy was infamous for starting fights, for beating people til they were black and blue just for the he*l of it. But, there were some lines not even the King of Cobra Kai would cross.

“Sh*t, Hawk… I didn’t know she was-“ Hawk glared down at the guy, the pretty girl, (Y/n), standing awkwardly between them, a confused look painfully evident on her face. Hawk inwardly groaned at the realization that she either: had no idea what he was trying to do, or was the worst actress in the history of the world. Either way, he needed to up his game if he wanted this douche to believe the ruse.

“Yeah well, now you do.” Hawk said, through gritted teeth, his arm winding around (Y/n)’s shoulder, the girl seeming to finally catch on, and falling into his side. She smelled good… and she was a really good height for him- Focus, Hawk.

“Sorry, (Y/n)… I’ll see you Monday?” The guy asked, making Hawks grip unintentionally tighten around the girl. Was this dude for real?

“Oh-um…” (Y/n) stuttered out, clearly not knowing what to say, and looking to Hawk for some help. And help he did.

“Seriously?” He shoved the guys shoulder harshly, causing him to stumble back a few steps with wide eyes. Hawk almost smirked, but kept up his frightening facade, as he continued. “Don’t. Talk. To. Her.” The guy nodded his head with fervor, (Y/n) moving her body further behind her fake boyfriend’s.

“Right. Yeah, totally. Sorry…” Hawk kept the murderous glare on his face until the guy was long gone, wanting to make sure he’d definitively gotten his point across, before he felt (Y/n) pull away, and turned to look at her.

“You okay?” He asked, his eyes scanning her form for a reason to go after that guy and knock one of his teeth out. He did have a reputation to uphold, after all. (Y/n) nodded her head slowly.

“Yeah… thanks, by the way.” And though Hawk didn’t believe her for a second, he was inclined to remain where he stood anyways, with a single nod of his own the only indication that he’d even heard her.

“So…”

“So?”

“Come here often?” Hawk couldn’t contain his chuckle, though his bad boy persona fought heavily against it, as he took in her words, a smile creeping on his face as he looked down at her.

No, Hawk didn’t know what he was doing. He’d never in his life been so willing to start a fight over anything other than his own selfish reasons. But, there was just something about this girl. He didn’t think he could stand to see her get hurt. And goodness knows he had the ability to protect her. So why shouldn’t he?

And so, Hawk remained, vigil at her side for the rest of the night, the small smirk growing gradually into a wide grin the more time they spent together. Neither had been friends hours prior, but perhaps they’d be something a little more before the party was over...

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So... I was reading an online discussion on a different platform about why Zack is so powerful and... basically everything they said was wrong 😬

Since I don't want to ruin anyone's fun or make anyone feel bad I decided to set the record straight here where the chances of them seeing it are nonexistent. So,

misconceptions about Zack Fair,

here we go:

He was (almost) able to stand up to Shinra army because he got more powerful from Hojo's experiments under Shinra manor after he snd Cloud were captured

Hojo's reunion experiment had absolutely no effect on Zack. This is revealed in one of the research documents which Zack can find lying around after breaking out of the mako tank.

Failed Case #1: SOLDIER 1st Class Summary: Desired effect did not occur. Strong tolerance to Jenova cells due to SOLDIER conditioning assessed as cause.

It is also confirmed by Hollander in Gongaga

Hollander: His cells are completely useless!

(To Zack)

Hollander: You are a former member of SOLDIER. Your cellular structure has already mutated.

It makes no sense Zack is strong enough to become a SOLDIER 1st Class when he's not one of the three to receive Jenova's cells as a fetus

It is true not many people are physically and mentally strong enough to go through the procedure to become SOLDIER and come out alive and undamaged. Even fewer make it from 3rd to 2nd Class, and most never make it to 1st Class. However, Angeal, Sephiroth, and Gensis were not the only 1st Class SOLDIERs before Zack become one. They were just the only ones important for his story. So other people like Zack became 1st too.

Zack is not particularly strong, he was only able to fight Sephiroth because, while Sephiroth was certainly strong while Zack was alive, it wasn't until after Sephiroth died that he started taking over the Jenova cells and he became the ridiculous monster we all know and love

Sephiroth was already the strongest being on the whole planet before the beginning of Crisis Core. It was just play-fighting, but he easily fended off both Angeal and Genesis with one hand in the Virtual Reality room scene, both of whom were 1st Class and especially strong due to getting Jenova cells as fetuses as opposet to as teenagers like other SOLDIER.

Also, in an interview, now archived, Nomura said:

Tetsuya Nomura (Sept, 2007): Zack was chosen as the main character as a representative of a "Before Crisis" era SOLDIER. Sephiroth is already the strongest in the world so there's no room for growth, and we couldn't possibly see ourselves making a "game over" type situation where Sephiroth loses

One of the first parts in Crisis Core was Zack saying “you’re not the only hero”. Sephiroth didn’t single handedly win the Wutai war, he just all the credit for it.

This is mostly correct, but as we saw from Nomura's interview this isn’t just Shinra's fake Wutai propaganda Sephiroth was the most powerful SOLDIER, and actually (as far as I could tell without knowing Japanese), in Japanese version Zack says: "I want to be a hero, too," not "You're not the only hero," so it probably had nothing to do with Zack saying Sephiroth is equal in power to others.

Angeal literally sees that Zack is hitting a slump and having issue growing in strength and puts him to train under Sephiroth to get past that for a while.

I have no idea where this came from. Zack never hit a slump, never had issues growing in strength, and Angeal never put him to train under Sephiroth. From the moment Zack ran away from his hometown at 13 to when he became 1st Class, something most never achieve, less than 4 years had passed. What slump?

Zack met Sephiroth after Angeal disappeared, and we only know about the training from two short D.M.W. scenes. It is not even clear of those were true training sessions, just Sephiroth's guidance during missions, or some third option.

Zack is incredibly talented, which is why Angeal trains him personally, he saw the promise in him, it is not normal for SOLDIER members to receive such a huge deal of attention from 1sts.

From other 1sts? No. From Angeal? Yes.

Angeal mentored other 2nd Class SOLDIERs before Zack. That's just Angeal's personality. You can find this out by talking to SOLDIER 2nd Class at the beginning of Chapter 4 in Crisis Core.

(However, it does seem Zack is the only one Angeal recommended for the 1st, since this guy is still 2nd Class)

SOLDIER 2nd Class: Hm... There was something my mentor used to tell me when I was a rookie. He used to say, "Embrace your dreams."

SOLDIER 3rd Class Lv. 7: "Embrace your dreams"?

SOLDIER 2nd Class: My mentor used to help me with my missions just like Zack helped you with yours.

I feel Zack was promoted to 1st class because of lack of 1st class solders. Kind of like to boost the morale

He’s actually not as powerful as any of the other 1st class and is only promoted to that level in their absence.

These two came from two different people, but say basically the same thing so I'll address them together.

Even if Shinra or Lazard wanted a new 1st to boost the morale, they could have chosen any other 2nd Class SOLDIER, yet they only chose Zack, for a reason.

And choosing Zack was tricky due to his relationship to Angeal. Soon after they put him out of commission for a while and assigned Turks to guard him. If they needed a random 2nd to promote, Zack was the worst choice for the company unless he was promoted purely for his skills and power.

Sephiroth doesn’t care about killing Zach and mainly wants him out of the way while the other two are well into degradation when Zach faced them in combat.

Sephiroth seemed to very much care about killing the villagers and wants to kill all humans for destroying Cetra, who he thinks Jenova is.

There is no evidence Sephiroth went easy on Zack, but there is no evidence he didn't, either. Regardless, Sephiroth is canonically the most powerful so it's not a very important question anyway. He would have defeated Zack, and everyone else in a 1-on-1 battle, either way. Still, Zack held up against Sephiroth for quite a while and Sephiroth certainly wanted to get back to mommy as soon as possible.

But the most incorrect statement here is that Angeal and Genesis were weakened by degradation when Zack fought them. According to the Crisis Core Complete Guide, degrading increases sufferer's combat potential.

Zack likely is an average first class (not counting the trio) and shows it in his skill and strength. No implication from anyone (Turks or SOLDIER) that he is anything exceptional.

Chapter 4, Hojo's combat tests:

Hojo: Hm, impressive... I think you have what it takes to be a study sample.

Zack: Whatever that is, I don't think I want it.

Hojo: You should be proud of yourself. It's only once every couple of years that we get someone like you.

Then Hojo gives him an even more advanced combat test

Hojo: Hehehehe. Hahahahaaaaa! You are a worthy study sample, indeed! You need not worry. Your remains shall become a valuable contribution to science. Now, my precious program, show him why I am great! All shall bow down powerless in your presence...

(Zack defeats the test)

Hojo: This... This is impossible... Wait... I have a new hypothesis... ...Yes. I am a genius, after all.

Zack: Ahem... I believe you were saying something about my remains?

...

Researcher 1: I didn't think anyone could beat that program... Are you really human? Aren't you actually a monster?

Researcher 2: I don't believe this... How could a human being beat THAT thing? Not even a SOLDIER operative should be able to-- Could it be a bug in the emulator!?

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Ok, there's actually more inaccuracies, but I think I got the main ones and I'm really tired from typing. In short,

Zack's abilities don't come from any special procedures later in the game

We don't know how Zack compares to other 1st Class SOLDIER operatives since we never saw him compared with any other than the special trio

Zack was special. It was most likely a combination of natural capabilities (to withstand the procedure, to have strong willpower, to be hyperactive...), his great drive to become a hero (he worked out very hard, and was obsessed with becoming a hero), and Angeal's guidance. I mean, someone among the regular SOLDIER 1st Class members is always going to be the best, why not Zack?

But while I understand looking for consistency in the story, I think this misses the most important thing: Zack was extremely special not because of his combat capabilities but because of his kindness, his empathy, his drive to do good, his ability to make friends and dissuade enemies, his willingness to sacrifice his own life.

#Crisis Core #Crisis Core Reunion #Zack Fair #Cloud Strife #Sephiroth #SOLDIER 1st Class #Jenova #Final Fantasy VII #Final Fantasy 7 #FF7 #FFVII #Genesis Rhapsodos #Angeal Hewley #FFVIICC #FFVIICCR #FF7CC #FF7CCR #FF7 Crisis Core #FFVII Crisis Core

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do you (personally) think show baela&rhaena even like daemon?

It’s clear that baela still feels a sense of loyalty to him given by the letter she wrote to him in ep8, but I personally think that loyalty is just bc he’s her ‘father.’ what do you think? 🤔

😬For all his faults(I know a deadbeat when I see one. Daemon is a deadbeat. No ifs ands or buts about it. Anyone who doesn’t think he’s a deadbeat probably feels that the dad has to be completely MIA to be considered one when that isn’t always the case) Baela seems to admire her dad a great deal. It’s not just that she is in constant, but you also have that deleted scene where she tells Rhaenys she wants to fight and be like her, her mother, and her father.

The fact that she’s ranking Daemon up there with her mother and her grandmother(the true father who stepped up) says a lot. I’m sure she feels some level of resentment for how he treated her mother, but With her, it definitely goes beyond plain loyalty.

Rhaena is a bit trickier because she has had all of two lines as a teenager, but it’s obvious that when she was a child she felt severely neglected by him and wished to do whatever she could to make him notice her. I doubt that anything has changed in the past six years to rectify the situation. Scratch that, nothing has changed in the past six years because of anything had Daemon would call out Rhaenyra for treating his daughter like Cinderella.

If that’s not enough for some people, I’ll let y’all in. Do you see Rhaena’s hair? Do you see how it’s been the same for years on end? Black girls do not wear our hair in the same style for years on end let alone a couple of months. You know what causes that? Depression and neglect.

You saw how she perked up when those wild dragons were mentioned. The poor girl is in desperate need of attention, love, and affection. She still wants to be noticed by him. she’ll grow out of it(when she becomes a lady of house Hightower 😏), but for now she just wants him to be her dad.

Now, to be honest, the show is probably never going to address these issues. At most we might get Daemon saying goodbye to Baela, but Daemon apologizing to Rhaena? Nope. Rhaena expressing to Daemon that she wants to be seen by him? I doubt it.

All we’ll get is what we got last season because this show would rather pretend like Daemon didn’t have any children with Laena(and I’m not getting into that, but the showrunners clearly have a bias towards certain people). I’ll eat crow if I��m wrong, but I doubt I will be.

How I don’t hate Daemon is a freaking miracle cause this man is just 🙃 He literally does not pay attention to his children. Well the girls at least, but that’s okay. According to the dummies, Daemon only loves his children by the love of his life(who he choked out) Valyrian Karen. The girls aren’t Missy Anne’s so why should he pay any attention to them 👍🏽

Which brings me to how on God’s green earth anyone can say or think that Nettles will be Daemmon’s child. Dameon doesn’t pay attention to his legitimate fully Valyrian daughters why the hell would he pay attention to Nettles? She’s definitely not Rhaenyra’s child. She’s not even fully Valyrian. Why would he be rolling out the red carpet for her🙃 Make it make sense.

#bnasks #bnask #baela targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhaena targaryen

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xximpressions · 2 years

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Raging Fire (8)

Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon!reader

Series Summary: Your Uncle has betrothed you to the King's brother, and when you meet, you are not at all what he expects.

Chapter Summary: The journey of being with child

Word Count: 1,261

A/N: Hey everyone! Here's the next chapter! I had to delete the original post and reupload it, so sorry if you're being notified twice 😬I hope you enjoy and get a chance to leave a comment below!

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Though everyone you encountered had been complimentary, it was your husband who had been the most vocal about your soon-to-be growing belly.

Starting at a royal banquet that was being hosted soon after you told him, Daemon stood with his glass raised and gave a special toast in your honor.

“Here is to my fierce wife!” He had declared to everyone present. “For bestowing upon me the gift of impending fatherhood.”

Those gathered for the feast erupted into cheerful applause at such news as Viserys rose to give his brother a congratulatory embrace.

The Prince spoke to the King with a happy look of pride on his face while Rhaenyra came over to place a kind hand over yours.

“You shall make an excellent mother.”

The way she said her statement with such confidence made you reply with equal assurance,

“And you shall make an excellent Queen.”

The warm look you both shared only solidified your words.

You were told often of how being with child suited you.

When your body went through changes and your pregnancy became noticeable, Daemon spent a considerable amount of time whispering sweet nothings to you in High Valyrian as he caressed your growing bump.

Becoming a common occurrence as the days passed, you did not mind since you melted at your husband’s touch every time.

It was like you could not stop yourself from falling in love with him over and over again.

The Prince must have been of a similar mind given his actions of late.

While he had never been afraid to show his affection for you, the desire to do so had ramped up in the time you had told him you were pregnant.

Going as far as openly kissing you in the public eye, it became clear that no one could doubt the feelings he obviously had for you and you for him.

It only continued as weeks turned into months, and soon, the little one growing inside you made their introduction by way of a kick.

So thrilled at such a simple action, you rushed through the halls in order to locate your husband.

Finding him sitting in on a council meeting, you immediately gave your apologies for the interruption to King Viserys before moving as swiftly as you could to where Daemon was now standing from his seated position.

“My Love, what is wrong—?”

“Give me your hand!”

When he let out a confused, “What?”

Instead of complying, you became impatient and took his hand in order to place it against your rounded stomach yourself.

When you felt that flutter inside you again, you looked up to see his face and watched it morph into an expression of amazement.

“Did she just…?”

Your husband grinned brightly at your enthusiastic nod.

That was when Viserys humoredly repeated Daemon’s words in order to gain some insight for him and the others present.

“‘She’, Brother?”

Clarifying himself, your husband was proud when he said,

“I believe my daughter is simply making her presence known for the first time.”

Giving an amused smile, the King was gracious as he responded,

“Well, I would not want to keep you from such important matters.”

After looking around at the rest of the council, he announced, “This meeting is adjourned.”

You thanked him as you both left in a state of barely contained excitement.

And it did not escape your notice that Daemon’s hand seemingly did not leave your stomach for the rest of the day.

In fact, it did not escape anyone’s notice how much of a dotting husband he had become.

The women of court jealously whispered amongst themselves about the amount of care someone known as the Rogue Prince was giving you.

It should be unlikely.

It was seemingly unfathomable.

It had been, to say the least, unexpected.

But you were unconcerned with the opinions of babbling sheep as you basked in the love of the one who held your heart.

Because you had to give it to him, his ability to tame the dragon within you was impressive.

It was also a necessary skill you had come to realize.

Since becoming pregnant, your temperament had been all over the place.

You sometimes flew through emotions at such speeds, it was staggering.

You could recall one instance where you were in your shared chambers feeling nothing but red-hot anger for reasons you could not remember.

As you paced and contemplated the best way to unleash your fury, Daemon entered the room with his hands clasped behind his back.

“The maids tell me you are upset.”

“The maids can mind their own business,” You immediately snapped back.

Having gotten used to your mood swings by now, your husband simply hid his amusement at how adorable you looked waddling back and forth before trying again.

“Might I inquire as to why you are upset?”

But your answer was one of frustration as you suddenly replied,

“I do not know!”

That was when the Prince found he could no longer hide the small grin threatening to break out on his face and made his way over to you.

As if extending a peace offering, Daemon held his hand out to you and waited for you to take it.

You begrudgingly did so, but only with a pout on your face.

Turning your hand over in his so that your palm faced upwards, you watched as he pulled his other hand from behind his back in order to place the small basket he was holding into your grasp.

Looking down with your brows furrowed, your anger immediately turned into delight as you saw the basket’s contents.

The Prince was pleased as he took note of your instant change in demeanor and said,

“I was hoping some of your favorite pastries might help with whatever was upsetting you.”

And just like that, your previous rage became a distant memory.

You wound up giving your husband a grateful kiss that he easily returned before you sat in a nearby chair and began to happily munch on your newly acquired treats.

Daemon swore that his love for you increased tenfold in that moment.

As you neared the end of your pregnancy, it became rare for him to leave you by yourself for too long. So it should have come as no surprise when he declared that he would remain by your side after your waters broke.

You gave no protest as you leaned back against him for strength.

While he sat behind you whispering strong encouragements in your ear, you delivered a healthy child into the world.

You could not stop yourself from collapsing into your husband’s chest after the final push, nor could you stop the tears that welled in your eyes as your baby’s wails filled the room.

The cries had died down by the time the little one had been cleaned and placed in your arms. That was when the midwife said,

“It is a girl, Princess.”

Huffing a tired laugh of joy as you peered down at your daughter’s face for the first time, you felt Daemon press a kiss to your sweaty temple as you both took her in.

“She has your eyes,” You murmured in your mother tongue.

“She has your spirit,” He quietly responded with contentedness in the same language.

Pecking another kiss of thanks to your forehead, the Prince was sincere as he said,

“That means she could not be anymore perfect.”

And as you cradled such a gift in your arms, you decided that your husband had never been more right.

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200 Followers Celebratory CC Free Sim Dump!!

It's honestly so amazing to me that somehow I made it to 200 followers! You're all so sweet and I appreciate everyone that's taken the time to interact with my posts and I promise I have new stuff in the works that'll be released soon 😉

So, I did this poll to see what everyone would want and it was so fun to hear from so many people thank you everyone who voted! Sim dump was the clear winner!!

Anyway, included are eight cc free young adult sims! They all have set skills and careers because I think it's fun but you can do whatever you want with them as long as you don't change skintones (bonus information about each below the cut as a "guide" because I like coming up with their characters)! I also had too much fun picking out likes and dislikes so... There are a lot 😬

P.S. If in the library it shows up as having cc I swear there isn't any I don't know why my game likes to mark it as having cc even when there isn't I'm sorry for any confusion.

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Parker Daley - Friend of the World, Erratic, Creative, Vegetarian - Bubbly and eccentric Parker is the life of any party! A fashion designer who loves anything "stylish" (which is just anything she likes, pretty much). Parker is completely unpredictable which makes her an interesting companion. A city girl all the way.

Lilah Dumas - Computer Whiz, Cheerful, Geek, Lazy Lilah is a very "you only live once" kind of person. She doesn't spend too much time dwelling on just about anything, and will drop whatever doesn't bring her joy in a heartbeat. As such she was determined to make one of her hobbies into a career, and amassed a decent following for herself as a streamer.

Raj Pandey - Fabulously Wealthy, Perfectionist, Mean, Self-Assured Raj grew up always knowing he'd join the family business, and the atmosphere of wealth and status, as well as the most expensive education obtainable, has turned him into a stuck up character. He appreciates a well crafted insult. In fact, he's not averse to the occasional argument debate (as long as he wins). Despite these traits he's managed to get himself adopted into a group of friends who, though often annoy him, have become an important part of his life.

Sonny Oswald - Friend of the Animals, Socially Awkward, Animal Enthusiast, Neat Sonny is a sweetheart and I love him. Awkward and shy, he's more comfortable around farm animals and plants than he is around people. Only is closest friends get to see how kind and fun he can be. One day he'll move out to the countryside and start is own farm, but for now he's working his way through the gardening career (baby steps, right?).

Lucas Esparza - Nerd Brain, Noncommittal, Bookworm, Adventurous Lucas's two goals in life are to gain infinite amounts of knowledge for himself and leave a trail of broken hearts as he travels the world to get said knowledge. That makes it sound like he's a horrible person which is because... Well he is, but who doesn't need a villain in their game? I'm sure he has his good qualities, however, I honestly love him for being the absolute handful he is.

Keira McDaniel - Painter Extraordinaire, Gloomy, Maker, Music Lover A bit of a "tortured artist" character who enjoys spending hours painting/crafting in her studio with music playing constantly, blocking out the rest of the world. Keira is very sensitive, and feels the emotional weight of everything around her very intensely, channeling it into her art.

Joslyn Lancaster - Country Caretaker, Loves the Outdoors, Athletic, Glutton Joslyn is a very meat and potatoes kind of gal. She lives for the simple things in life, working the ranch, riding horses, and a good meal. It's never occurred to her that there might be more to life, and the world, outside of the ranch, because what more could she need?

Gabrielle "Gabby" Moran - Leader of the Pack, Insider, Snob, Cat Lover Gabby is a fine and polished young woman, growing up in a life of luxury, and the champion English rider in town. She's very aware that she is the best at something, and it's boosted her confidence (*cough* ego) to astronomic levels. Quite the gossip, she loves to be out with friends, gossiping about the latest scandal, but when not there she's tending to her horse and preparing for her next competition. Despite the facade of the popular mean girl she puts up, Gabby cares very deeply about horses and her career, and takes it very seriously. She also loves spending time with the barn cats when they're around.

#sorry this took so long it feels like forever!!#I worked on these sims for so long #that now I'm attached to them!!#okay rambling incoming #the first four I imagine as being a group of friends #because I made them first I don't know #your mind wanders in CAS it can't be helped!#anyway they all had way better compatibility then I expected I definitely didn't think they'd get along with Raj so I was so glad #that they did!#Lucas and Keira I think are just off on their own #and if you saw my post on Joslyn and Gabby you know the concept for them already 😆#I didn't know what to do for my last two sims #but then the trailer for the new ep dropped and I was like #“Ah yes... That's what I'll do”#so they're based off of the English and Western riding styles #and give the vibes of a hallmark movie love that for them #wow that was really long i'm so sorry #thanks so much for reading and hope you enjoy the sims!!#😁😁#sims #sims 4 #sims 4 screenshots #sim dump #sim download #sims 4 download #sims 4 dump #ts4 #ts4 download #ts4 screenshots #follower gift

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Collision - Chapter 11

Word Count: 4.7K

Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

Chapter: 11/?

Warnings: 18+ parts (minors DNI), SMUT

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Chapter 11

“Where are you going so dressed up?” Allison mused as her daughter descended from the stairs.

“It’s for Bella Swan’s birthday,” (Y/N) laughed. “It’s at the Cullen residence. Alice, one of the Cullen kids, arranged a surprise party for her 18th birthday. Do I look good?”

“You look stunning, honey,” her mother smiled. The Uley matriarch couldn’t believe how grown up her daughter looked. Just yesterday she had been a little girl playing with a doctor kit, and now she was on her way to possibly become a real doctor. It also pained her that she was not as close to her as she wanted to be. She knew close to nothing about her oldest son, and her daughter was falling on the same track. “You’ve been getting awfully close to those Cullens, haven’t you?”

“Well, I did spend a whole week with them.”

“Oh, I know,” Allison grinned. “It’s just these days you seem to spend more time with Dr. Cullen than here.”

“Mom, what does Dr. Cullen have to do with this?”

“Just an observation, sweetheart,” the woman dismissed jokingly. “Be careful, alright? And have fun.”

“Thanks, mom,” (Y/N) smiled. “I’m probably gonna be late, so don’t wait up. Love you!”

“I love you too, honey!” she called out.

(Y/N) didn’t know she had been holding her breath until she reached her car. Her mother questioning her relationship with the Cullen family, most importantly Carlisle, had her nerves on edge. She was unsure why she was still keeping her relationship with Carlisle a secret, especially from her own mother. Maybe it was the fact that people believed he was now a 33-year-old doctor that was married to Esme instead of a centuries-old vampire forever aged twenty-three years.

“So, you’re still with that blood-sucker doctor?” Paul’s voice startled her as she got into her truck.

This type of interference had become quite common between the pair of friends. It was clear to (Y/N) that Paul would never accept her relationship. Given the rift between the species, there was nothing in the near future that could bring peace to them both.

“Can we not do this, Paul?” (Y/N) sighed defeatedly. “I understand you don’t like him, and I’m not asking you to be his friend. All I’m asking you is to respect him as my partner. That’s all. As my friend, I would hope you could extend me at least that courtesy.”

“Look, (Y/N). All I can promise you is that I’ll be here when he inevitably breaks your heart.”

She could not stand the smug smirk that was on his face like he knew a secret she didn’t. “And what makes you think he will?”

“Because he’s a vampire,” he chuckled. “He has maybe two or three more years before people start noticing that he’s not aging. And not even that, what would people say about the perfect thrity-three-year-old doctor dating an eighteen-year-old? What would people say?”

“Paul, get away from my car.” Her voice was stern. Her hands gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles went white. “Whatever I do not share with you about my personal life is of no concern to you. And whatever people think about me or Carlisle, does not concern me. I am sure in our relationship, and I don’t need anyone’s validation of it.”

“That’s why you keep it a secret from everyone, then? Because you don’t care what people say,” he pushed. “Let me know how that plays out. Have fun tonight, (Y/N).”

“Goodbye, Paul.”

“See you around, (Y/N).”

Through her rearview mirror see his form shrinking, the same smirk permanent on his face. She could not admit that he was right. In a matter of years, the Cullens would need to move from Forks before the townspeople started to look into their suspicions.

(Y/N) put those thoughts at the back of her head. She wouldn’t have to worry about that for a long time, she thought. There was no need to stress herself over it now.

As she arrived at the Cullen residence, Carlisle was waiting for her outside. He was dressed in a black suit, a blue scarf loosely wrapped around his neck. His radiant smile served as an accessory to his perfect face.

“You look ravishing, my love.” Carlisle opened her car door, extending a hand to help her out. He twirled her slowly, taking in the sight of her before dipping her as he kissed her gingerly. “I’m glad you could join us tonight.”

“Thank you, darling,” (Y/N) beamed. “You look very handsome yourself.”

He led her into the home and an involuntary gasp left (Y/N)’s mouth. Alice had gone overboard as usual, but it was an astonishing view. The room was lit by pink candles, paired with a plethora of crystal bowls filled with roses. The table that homed the intricate pink birthday cake was dressed in white, holding plates and silverware, as well as silver-wrapped presents. It made (Y/N)’s small gift bag look cheap.

“I thought Bella didn’t want a big thing,” she whispered to Carlisle. She was sure the Swan girl would hate the attention she would get during her birthday.

“This isn’t big,” he chuckled. “This is just how much Edward was able to rein Alice in. Once she gets an idea in her head, there’s no one that can make her desist of it.”

“Regardless, it’s beautiful.”

(Y/N) left her gift on the table, hiding it behind the professionally wrapped gifts before following Carlisle to the kitchen. There Esme was cooking a small meal since the only two people that could consume human food were Bella and her. Regardless, she was sure Esme had already set aside some food for her to take home as she had done a week ago after she had recovered.

Esme was accompanied by a rowdy Emmett and a scowling Rosalie. (Y/N) knew Rosalie wanted to be anywhere but there. Many would take her disdain for Bella unwarranted and far too extreme, but the Uley girl knew better. Rosalie could not stand a person wanting to renounce her humanity so willingly. She was angry that the one thing she wanted more than anything, Bella was so quick to want to get rid of. Thankfully, she held no qualms toward (Y/N), since she was considering all of her options instead of diving headfirst into immortality. If it weren’t for Edward, Bella would have joined them as a vampire the second she knew what they were.

On the other hand, Emmett was very excited. He went on and on about the surprise they had in store for Bella – a new stereo for her old and beat-up truck. Knowing the Cullens, she knew they would much rather have gotten Bella a new car. The stereo was just a compromise. He also rambled about all the things Rosalie and he did whilst on their trip to Africa – everyone in town believing they were in Dartmouth continuing their collegiate studies. The juxtaposition between Rosalie and Emmett was astronomical, but they simply worked.

“I’m glad you’re here, Rose.” (Y/N) sat next to the blonde, her gaze softening as she acknowledged Uley’s presence. “Was the trip back comfortable?”

“Comfortable enough,” she smiled softly. “Though I wish I was still over there. It’s dumb to celebrate the birthday of someone that doesn’t value her human life. I mean, she said she wanted no gifts, but I’m sure if Edward offered it, she’d jump at the chance to become a vampire.”

“Rose, why are you so harsh on her?” (Y/N) questioned. “I’m human as well and I will be facing the same question one day, but you don’t hold resentment toward me.”

“Because you actually value your human life. We all know every time you’re with Carlisle you’re debating whether immortality is something you can do. You appreciate the gift you have of running blood and a beating heart. She doesn’t.”

“Well, I understand that. But at least it will be her choice,” she countered. “It might not be the choice you would have made – at the end of the day, the only one that can decide what her future will be like is Bella. Maybe you can ease up a little bit on her?”

“I mean, I won’t say anything, but I can’t help what my face will look like,” she grinned.

“Okay,” (Y/N) chuckled. “If you feel too annoyed at any point, you can pull me aside at any time.”

“Make it look like a Mean Girls scene?” Rosalie laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Carlisle joined them, placing a kiss on (Y/N)’s cheek and wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Just checking on Rose here,” she smiled, leaning into his touch. “Make sure everyone enjoys tonight.”

“Isn’t that nice of you, love?” He gifted his girlfriend a gleaming smile. “Now, can I steal her away for just a second?”

“Be my guest.”

Carlisle led her to the back porch and memories of the night he confessed to being a vampire came flooding back. She remembered the tears, the hurt, the disappointment. However, she didn’t feel that anymore. Now, she was happy, in love, and excited about the future.

Soft music trickled out onto the porch, the patio lights glimmering above them. Carlisle twirled (Y/N) and placed one hand on the small of her back and the other held hers. They danced softly under the moonlight, enjoying each other’s presence. Moments like these were what made eternity such a gratifying temptation.

“Have I ever told you that I love you, Carlisle Cullen?” (Y/N) looked up into his golden eyes, their height difference very apparent the closer they were.

“I believe you have mentioned it once or twice,” he smiled. His head dipped down and his ice-cold lips touched to hers. “If I’ve ever known love it is because I met you. I am completely and utterly consumed by the desire of being with you.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind forever if it always felt like this,” she whispered. It had been the first time she had admitted her contemplation of eternity by his side.

“Are you sure you’re not just intoxicated by the moonlight?” He didn’t want to let on how excited he was. As much as he questioned if her becoming a vampire was the right thing, unlike Edward, he dreamed of eternal life alongside her and being the one to give it to her. Maybe it was for selfish reasons, but he couldn’t see himself continuing forever by himself. “But, are you serious? You would consider the change?”

“It’s not something I take lightly,” she smiled looking down. “Leaving my mom, becoming my brother’s enemy, abandoning my friends again – it is the hardest decision that I would ever have to make. But you, Carlisle Cullen, are worth it.”

She placed a warm hand on his stone-hard cheek, making his eyes flutter closed and a smile to creep onto his face. (Y/N) pulled Carlisle’s face down softly, connecting their lips in a soft and passionate kiss. One Carlisle deepened by placing his hands on her face and pulling her in.

“Nevertheless,” she chuckled slightly. “I would like a few years still of being human; a couple of birthdays. I could not be forever eighteen with a twenty-three-year-old partner.”

“Anything you want, my love,” he smiled. Happiness was the only thing that surged inside the vampire’s body. Knowing that the possibility of spending the rest of their lives intertwined grew larger every day had him excited for the future – for the first time in hundreds upon hundreds of years he was excited about the future. “I can understand not wanting to spend the rest of your life the same age as my children – going to high school and college every few years.”

“Yeah, and have people still believing you and Esme are together?” (Y/N) teasingly laughed. “I’ll take the few human years over that. Maybe even enroll in medical school in the next town we go to. A fresh start?”

“Fresh start.” He gave her another kiss, hugging her body to his. “Now, we should be heading inside. Bella’s here.”

The couple headed inside, walking hand-in-hand, bright and unwavering smiles on their faces. Nothing could have prepared them for the rapid decline of the night. Bella’s papercut detonated a series of events that left everyone on edge. The droplet of blood activated Jasper’s never-ending hunger for human blood, prompting Edward to push Bella back in an effort to keep her protected from his brother’s fangs. A move that backfired as she collided with a glass table that shattered on impact, embedding small shards of glass in the girl’s arm.

(Y/N) wanted to spring to action, but Carlisle held her back. As much as he knew she wanted to help, he would not allow her to be in the line of fire. They were being faced head-on with the consequences of having humans inside a vampire circle.

Emmett wrapped his giant arms around the blonde boy and did his best to pull him out of the house. The rest of the family followed behind, all hands on deck to make sure Jasper was as far from the house as possible.

Edward and Alice had been the only two to stay back, working their hardest to not breathe in the scent of blood. Still, it was easy to see that they were struggling. Even if they had been around the liquid for a long time, no one had as strong a resistance as Carlisle. Once the imminent danger was far from reach, the older Cullen took care of Bella.

“Edward, they’re right,” (Y/N) intercepted as Carlisle and Bella tried to convince the lovesick boy to leave the room filled with the metallic smell. “It’ll be better if you go check on Jasper. You too, Alice. We’ve got things handled here, guys.”

The vampiric siblings left the room with apologetic stares toward the injured girl. (Y/N) was sure they wanted to stay as moral support, but the longer they did, the worse their hunger would get. And Carlisle would not be able to protect either human girl from two feral vampires on his own.

“I’ll start clearing out the mess outside,” (Y/N) announced. “Unless you need any more help here?”

“I’ve got it covered, dear,” he smiled. “Thank you.”

(Y/N) left the kitchen with a trash can and cleaning supplies. Once back at the living room, she saw Esme already getting started. She could see that the woman was holding her breath, even the sight of the blood had her woozy.

“Esme, let me,” she offered. “Be with your family.”

“It’s okay,” Esme slurred slightly. “I’m okay.”

“You don’t have to be. Seriously, I’ve got this,” (Y/N) smiled. “Get some air.”

It did not take long for (Y/N) to clear out all the glass and the trampled roses, careful of the shards and avoiding another disaster. After all the shrapnel was cleared, she got to mopping the floor. Almost instantly, the white mop turned a deep hue of pink, sopping up all the crimson liquid that had dripped onto the white floor. The smell of bleach burned her nostrils, quickly starting a headache.

Satisfied with her work, (Y/N) threw away the bags with the tainted glass and the used mop, making sure to pour bleach into the trash can to mask the smell. Then she headed back to the kitchen to check up on Bella and Carlisle.

“What about you and (Y/N)?” Bella inquired. “How are you getting over this whole human-vampire thing? It’s not that different from Edward and me. Yet, you guys make it look so easy.”

“It hasn’t been,” Carlisle sighed. “Unlike… my son, I do not see this as a damnation on one’s soul. (Y/N) can and will make the decision for herself. Who am I to tell her what her life should be?”

“Does she want to be a vampire?” Bella continued. “And would you regret turning her into one?”

“It seems she’s leaning toward that decision,” he smiled. “Regardless of what she decides, I’m just happy that I was able to meet her. Having her in my life has been the greatest gift immortality has given me. I don’t see how it can be so bad when it led me to her.”

(Y/N) could not help the smile that crept onto her face along with a red color on her cheeks. “How’re we doing here?” she interrupted. “Anything I can help with?”

“We’re just about done,” Carlisle announced. “I suppose I should take you home now.”

“I’ll do that,” Edward said, coming into the room silently.

Carlisle motioned at (Y/N) to leave the couple by themselves, disappearing into his bedroom after giving a quiet goodnight.

The bed was perfectly made, unchanged since (Y/N)’s week-long stay at the residence. She smiled at the nights she spent there. Though sick and weakened, it had been the longest time she had spent with Carlisle uninterrupted.

“Penny for your thoughts, darling?” Carlisle broke her out of her contemplation. “You seem a little out of it.”

“I’m just thinking back to a couple of weeks ago,” she smiled. “It was intimate – the baths, the cuddles, the closeness. It makes me think…”

“Of what goes beyond that?” He grinned as she sheepishly nodded. “I can’t lie and say I haven’t thought of it before.”

“Well, what are we going to do about it? I am sure there is an obvious solution to this,” she teased. She slowly started losing the distance between them, rounding the bed. “But we’d have to start by removing this shirt.”

Her fingers danced over the buttons of the blood-speckled blue shirt. They had already witnessed what was under their clothes, but this night felt different – this night was different.

“Don’t start something we can’t finish, love,” Carlisle grumbled. His eyes had gone dark as he followed her slim fingers button by button. As she worked her way down, more of his marble white skin was exposed. “We shouldn’t, dear.”

“Why not?” Now she was wearing a devilish grin. “I know we both want it. We should allow ourselves to have the things we want.”

“I could hurt you.” He took a sharp breath as her hands went up his chest, traveling to his shoulder and ridding them of the stained shirt. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You have the best self-control of all the vampires I know – though I don’t know many,” she chuckled. “I know you would never hurt me, not intentionally. And I am stronger than I look; I can take it, darling.”

“I just don’t think…”

“Stop thinking, Carlisle,” she incited. “Let go. For once, let go.”

And he did.

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Carlisle crashed his lips onto hers, hungry. It had been years since he had indulged in matters of the flesh, always finding it an unsatisfying activity with the partners he had been with. This was different. This time he was in love, he was pent-up, he was touch deprived. His bare chest collided with hers, eliminating whatever space was left between them.

“I want to make sure this is something you actually want,” Carlisle interrupted. “We can stop at any point, alright?"

"I want this, Carlisle,” she panted. “I want everything with you.”

(Y/N) pulled him down by his neck, connecting them once more. She was nervous, of course. It was her first time, but she felt ready. Though she lacked in experience, she knew what to do. Years and years of reading had taught her what she needed to know.

Carlisle turned her, his lips on her neck and his hands on the back of her dress. She brushed her hair forward, providing him with more access to her skin. As he slid her zipper down, chills ran through her body. The man could see how her skin prickled at his touch, which worked to turn him on even more. Being able to hear and see how her body reacted to him made the arousal in his own body grow to exponentially new heights.

Once the dress had been zipped completely down, Carlisle slid the sleeves off her shoulders, letting the piece of fabric to fall and pool at her feet. His fingers gingerly traced her body, leaving a kiss on every spot he passed – her neck, kiss; her shoulder, kiss; the curve of her waist; her hips, her thighs. Down there he grabbed the dress and helped her step out of her clothes.

“You look ravishing, my love.” He joined her once more face-to-face, kissing her hungrily. “Perfectly exquisite.”

“Wait, wait, Carlisle,” she breathed out. Carlisle was perplexed by a spot on her neck that drew out soft moans and pants from her mouth. “Your family. They will hear.”

“Edward took Bella home.” Back to her neck. “The rest are still out with Jasper. We are all alone.”

With a wicked grin, he bounced her up, prompting her to wrap her legs around his waist as he moved them to the bed. Without breaking the kiss, he laid her gently on the bed. His lips traveled her body, stopping at the mounds of her chest. With his mouth, he lapped at one and his hands gave attention to the other. Carlisle coaxed the most guttural moans from her, using so little stimulus he was able to elicit such deep reactions.

Every part of him was cold, ice-cold. It contrasted against her now over-heated body and helped keep her at a comfortable temperature. He was comfortable, he felt natural.

After he felt satisfied he’d taken care of her stiff peaks, Carlisle’s mouth traveled down once more. He left kisses on her stomach, her waist, her hips, hovering over the waistband of her underwear. She had not planned for this night to go this way, but she was glad she had at least worn an attractive pair.

(Y/N) prompted herself on her elbows, watching as Carlisle used his teeth to pull the black lacy undergarments off her body. This was a new look on the man. Long gone were the golden eyes that stared at her, instead they were replaced with an unparalleled hunger – lust. And she could not decide which gaze she liked more.

As he came back up, he kissed up her legs, his lips tickling her legs. Carlisle wanted to stretch out the moment, make sure he savored every bit of the woman in his arms. Unlike his other “conquests,” she was special, and he wanted to make sure she felt that way.

“Carlisle,” she giggled breathlessly. “Stop teasing me. I need you.”

“Anything you want, dear,” he grinned.

That’s when he started his feasting. Carlisle licked a stripe up (Y/N)’s fold, fishing out a stammered gasp from the girl. She was sensitive and completely drenched. The man started working overtime when he circled his mound over the tender mound that lived at the top of her cunt. He flicked his tongue, sucked, and circled. Her screams of pleasure only worked to light a fire in him. (Y/N)’s sweet nectar was his source of food, and he was ravenously hungry.

Soon his mouth was aided by a cold hard digit, sliding expertly into her drenched entrance. He made (Y/N) explode in a pattern of screams and mewls, her hands diving into the golden strands of his hair, pulling and grabbing.

“Fu~uck,” she mumbled out as Carlisle squeezed in another finger. “Baby, I’m close.”

“Cum, darling,” he muttered against her. “I wanna feel you on my fingers.”

He pumped faster, making sure to curve the tip of his fingers to reach the spongy spot that would yield faster results. With each movement her insides got wetter and wetter, making it easier to slide one more digit into her. He knew it was her first time — though not able romantic as he would have wanted to give her — and wanted to make sure she was prepped and stretched enough for her enjoyment.

This was more than the utmost carnal act; it was a demonstration of the love and trust they held for each other. Not only was (Y/N) trusting Carlisle with the experience and her body, but she was also trusting him with her life.

With a few more strokes, (Y/N) let herself come undone. Her legs clamped around the man’s head, her hands gripping his hair for stability. For the longest time, she had theorized how her first orgasm would happen. She had read about it, of course, and she had partaken in certain solo ministrations. But nothing had felt like this. This was an out-of-body experience — a spiritual one even.

“Carlisle, baby,” she whispered. “I need you. I-I need to feel you inside me.”

The man wore a toothy grin, the devil flashing in his eyes. His hand reached for the bedside table, pulling out a silver wrapper from it. (Y/N) followed his movement, laughter slowly building up in her throat.

“Why would we need that?” (Y/N) chuckled as she propped herself up by her elbows. “It’s not like you could get me pregnant.”

“I am a doctor, darling,” he smirked. “I’ve got to lead by example.”

Without another question, Carlisle slipped the sleeve on. Not that a vampire like him would need it. Nevertheless, he felt it was his medical moral duty to wear one. Carlisle aligned himself with her entrance with one hand, placing the other gingerly on her cheek. His eyes glazed over with love and adoration, and his lips whispered a kiss onto hers.

“Are you ready?” He asked tenderly. Carlisle knew her body was prepared, but he wanted to make sure her mind was. He waited until (Y/N) shyly nodded, responding with a sweet smile. “Alright, my love.”

In one move his cock glided into her, fitting inside to the hilt on the first try. (Y/N) let out a strangled cry, feeling completely full. Her wetness swallowed him perfectly, aiding his member as he slid in and out. It did not take long for Carlisle to find the right rhythm, pumping in and out of the moaning woman, his experience clearly showing.

(Y/N) startled the man when, in one fell swoop, she flipped him onto the bed and placed herself on top. Carlisle was surprised at the strength she had shown by changing their positions. She was reaching areas she did not know were there.

Carlisle placed his ice-cold hands on her hips, stabilizing her body as she rode him to their climaxes. He was enthralled by the view – how her breasts jumped, how her nails tried to dig into his chest, how her head fell back in pleasure, how her mouth let out the most enchanting sounds. She was the perfect view, the only one he ever wanted to look upon.

“Fuck, baby,” she moaned. “I’m close.”

“Just hold on for a little more,” Carlisle whispered. “I’m almost there.”

He started meeting her jumps by pushing his hips upward, hitting her up to the hilt. (Y/N) could not help the sounds spilling out of her throat now, every movement was sending electric spurts through her body, not being able to feel Carlisle’s cold anymore.

(Y/N) had dreamt of this moment. She was completely connected to the man she loved, giving herself, body and soul, to him. It felt like the answer to a prayer she had no idea she had made. Carlisle was the answer to all of her most inner desires.

Picking up the pace, and an agonizing hold on her hips that would definitely bruise, (Y/N) guided them to the peak of ecstasy. Each of them screamed out the other’s name like it was the most beautiful song they had ever heard.

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She collapsed onto him, using his body to bring her temperature down. Carlisle wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close as humanly possible. He breathed in her scent; it was different after the momentous occasion they had just shared.

They basked in the silence of the house, the silence of the moment. Until Carlisle broke the auditory void. He asked, “How do you feel?”

“Like never before,” (Y/N) smiled. Her breathing was still staggered, working hard to stabilize itself after that cardio workout. “Can’t believe we waited this long to do that.”

“It happened when it needed to,” he chuckled. “Now, you should probably rest.”

“O~or,” she grinned. “I could go for a round two if you can.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

As they kissed again, (Y/N) could not help but commit the moment to her memory. She was in love, she was happy, and there was nothing in the world that could take that away.

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