Warnings: age difference(nothing underage the reader is 21), language, implied sexy times
Hey it’s ok if you don’t wanna do this but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Dean is his current age and the one reader just turned 20 but like her and Dean have known each other for a long time and have been together for a while and other people always say stuff about their relationship but they’re still just really happy together, maybe w/ a bit of smut?
A/N: I changed a few things like I said I would but overall I think I got what you wanted!! Shout out to @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid for being an awesome beta!! I hope you all like it and feedback is always appreciated!!! :D
I know this is regularly stated by the fannibal fam, but god fucking damn Mads has some sharp cheekbones, like the sharpest I’ve ever seen, as in sharper than the knife he used to gut Will, they are so Fucking sharp he could fillet me with them and turn me into steak and I’d fucking thank him, I’d feel so fucking blessed to be touched by such glory, wow
Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:
#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”
#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”
You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.
See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.
Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.
She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.
“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.
“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.
“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.
“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”
He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”
“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.
“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.
“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”
“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.
“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.
“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.
“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.
After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.
“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.
“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”
He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.
“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.
You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”
You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”
A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X
Author’s Note: I decided to write this to celebrate the trailer of American Assassin coming out and it was a fucking amazing trailer. Dyl looked so good. oml. I want to thank like all my friends for encouraging me that this is good! I wanna thank @dumbass-stilinski for looking it over, helping me with some parts, and just being amazing all around. You da best babe. I hope you guys enjoy!!
RFA Reaction to cuddling at MCs place while Family/Roommates are there
So basically this is my HC for the RFA I need to start doing Minor Trio with Baeran dammit me going to MCs place for the first time and trying to cuddle/other but the catch is MC lives with family/roomies.
Some are just fluffy. Some get smutty. *cough* Zen and Jumin *cough*
Your room?? Alone?? I-Is that okay??
“Yoosung, we’ve hung at before…”
“Yeah at my place where it was just us…Is…Is your family ok with this?”
“Yoosung I’m a legal adult. I have been. We both are.”
You’re sitting in your bed cuddling, playing video games. You get a little handsy. A slight blush rises in his cheeks and he pretends not to notice as he keeps playing his level.
But your hand rests at the hem of his shirt, and sloooowwwlllly lifts it up, letting your fingers softly trace up and down his sides
Blush intensifies “MC..?? You feelin cuddly?”
“Maaaybe” You nuzzle into the crook of his arm as he puts it around you.
You are not satisfied. More snuggles. More.
You throw one leg over him, latching onto him like a Koala.
It was pretty innocent, but Yoosung imagining your parents or sibling walking in and seeing you tangled up just made him so flustered. ‘If I keep playing my game, even if someone sees us they’ll no nothing was happen-’
You crane your neck and plant a soft kiss on his
YOOSUNG NO WORK NOPE NADA IT’S OVER
This boy can’t keep a poker face. You know you’ve got him. You casually take his DS out of his hands, save the progress, and close it.
Yoosung is just wide eyed staring at the ceiling, lips pursed and shaking juuuust a little bit. His hand still in the position as if he was still holding his DS up. He is too shook
So you make the move, throw your arm over his chest and start kissing his neck again.
“MC are you sure?”
“We’re not gonna go crazy…I mean. Probably not.” And you start leaving a couple soon-to-be hickeys on him.
‘Oh what the hell’ Yoosung gives up. He likes you too much.
He takes your hand in his and interlaces your fingers with his
Turns his head to yours
So many kisses. He starts pressing his lips to yours, it’s deep but still soft.
You guys just keep it up for a while. Snuggles, kisses, the occasional grope.
It gets late into the night and Yoosung figures he should get going.
You walk him to the door and he gives you a kiss goodnight.
You promise to hang out at his place next time so he’s not as nervous.
She thinks your roommates are lovely. They like her too, think she’s kind of stoic, but like her none the less.
You two go up to your room. She sits on your bed, no second thoughts about your roommates or anything. Why would they come in? And even then Jaehee’s sure you’re not ballsy enough to try anything crazy with people in the house
You guys arent quiet enough for that
You sit next to her and put on one of Zen’s shows. You start off side by side but soon end up spooning.
You guys have watched these movies so many times you know all the lines, so whenever Zen goes to deliver a really sexy line, you beat him to it and whisper it in Jaehee’s ear.
She giggles and it’s so fkn cute. Ugh.
You get a little restless at one point. You run your hand down her side, admiring her curves.
And sloooowly back up. Your fingers brush exposed skin and her spine straightens a bit.
“MC…” She chuckles
You two start kissing. It’s sweet and slow. You don’t go very far, because you’re both just feeling more cuddly than lusty. Lusty isn’t a word but shut up
Eventually the movie is over. You walk her out to her car. You go to give her a quick peck goodnight, but she cups your face and holds it there for a good minute. You melt a little and put your hands over hers. She’s too cute.
You watch as her car pulls out of the driveway. A small smile on your lips.
Your roomate opens the front door “Hey, you gonna stand here and think about that steamy ass kiss or come inside already?”
He knocks at the door and your roommate opens it.
“Holy shit MC your hot ass celebrity boyfriend is here” They yell up the stairs (it’s me. I’m one of your obnoxious roommates.)
You come down the stairs “Babe! Hey! Sorry I didn’t get the door I-”
“No worries, Angel” And he planted a quick peck on your lips. You heard your roommates snicker as they set the table for food.
After you all ate, you and Zen slipped into your room. You expected immediate cuddles and kisses but
He just sat at your desk and looked around
“Uh, Babe, you can come sit on the bed” You patted the spot next to you
But Mc…… T H E B E A S T
It could appear at any moment.
I’ll take my chances just get over here you egg.
So he joins you on the bed. Slowly he sinks into the spot next to you, as if a quick movement might rattle the cage of THE BEAST
You turn on your music and start chatting. Eventually ending with Zen’s head in your lap as you play with his hair and he stares at your face with endearment cause he’s just so in love with how focused you look as you braid his hair and chat.
So endeared he doesn’t hear you muttering about cutting off the rat tail
Soon the braid is done and there’s nothing to occupy your hands while you guys talk.
They start off at Zen’s face. Tracing his cheekbones and jawline.
“MC…what are you doing?” He chuckles
“Just touching you”
MC Phrasing please
Then your hands trace the tendons in his neck to the well toned muscles on his shoulders. His shirt color tries to get in the way but you just snake your hands underneath.
His eyebrow twitches
MC please he is using all of his self control right now.
You lean over, giving your arms more reach farther into his shirt, your fingertips brush the beginning of your lovers V line. Haha V line. V. Hah you can only think about V whenever you see Zen’s V line now
Your intention was to get your face inches from Zen, not touch his hips. That was just added bonus
His breath gets a little heavy and husky, brushing your lips which are only about an inch away.
You very slowly, and I mean very slowly, lean in to close the gap. Your eyes half lidded while Zen’s are wide af.
The second your lips touch Zen jumps up. Well he tries. WIth your hands in his shirt and face above his you both get a little tangled for a second but his feet find the floor and he turns so he’s facing away from you.
“Hyun? You ok?”
“ I just…. Ugh. If we kiss like that again I don’t think I’ll be able to help myself, Princ-”
He turns his head, a look of shock in his eyes. “What?”
“So. Don’t.” You grin. “Don’t help yourself”
“But your roommates are-”
You turn your radio volume even higher, a smug look on your face.
His voice dropped so low you thought it was a new person. “Are you sure you want to?”
You got up and pulled him close, pressing your bodies together. “Positive”
I WONDER IF THE MUSIC COVERED THE SOUND OF HIM SLAMMING YOU DOWN ON THAT BED
You guys weren’t used to having to be quiet. Zen wasn’t sure how to feel about you not screaming his name. But it was a fun little challenge for the both of you. It made things interesting, added the element of getting caught.
Eventually you guys were left panting and just laying side by side.
He glanced at the clock.
“Oh shit My Love, I’m sorry to eat and run but it’s getting late and I have morning rehearsal.” He hopped out of bed and started pulling his clothes on.
“I understand Babe” You threw a shirt and sweatpants on and walked him downstairs, where your roommates were still awake watching a movie.
Zen cast a nervous glance towards them, but covered it as soon as they looked in your direction.
“It was nice meeting you!” He waved to them.
“You too!” They both chimed and waved back.
Zen turned to you, gave you a kiss goodnight, and walked out to his car.
You shut the front door, and as soon as you did
“Wow. Your bed is really squeaky huh?
“Wha-” A blush spray paints your cheeks bright red
“Celebrity sex scandaaaaaal” The other one sings.
“We didn’t-” You tried.
“MC….your shirts backwards” They winked.
You looked down and sure as shit you were looking at the back of your shirt. Welp. RIP.
You were a little nervous for Jumin to come over and meet your roommates.
More often than not they were those ruthless Jokester friends. They didn’t get when people didn’t get their jokes and Jumin…he’s not the best with jokes in general.
Your friends are also very casual, so when Jumin showed up in his “Formal Dinner Party” attire they were a little confused.
You had given them a fair warning…but they didn’t think you were serious.
You ate dinner, it went surprisingly okay. You swore there might come a time when Jumin and one of the roomies might hit a rough patch but nope. Smooth sailing, especially when he learned one of your roomies is pre vet and they shared a passion for felines.
After dinner you escorted him to your room.
Almost immediately you were wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed.You guys try to keep it professional in public, so once you’re alone you two make up for the lost public snuggle time hardcore.
You lay side by side, your head on his chest, his arm around you and rubbing your back. You just chat about things, you ask Jumin about random things just to hear his voice His voice is my guilty fucking pleasure my god bless that VA. It calms you. But if he says the right things it gets you a little… hot and bothered.
“So dinner was good….when’s dessert?” Yep like that. Hot. And. Bothered.
“Jumin” You gasped a little, surprised he suggested it
“I’m sorry? I assume from the way your hand was inching towards-”
Oh shit? Your hand was heading down there wasn’t it. Haha ohhhhh Hand. *cue audience laugh track* Anyways
“I mean, I would but uh…my roommates are downstairs. It’s not like the penthouse where it’s just us.”
“And?” He is so shameless. Or clueless. Or maybe a little bit of both.
“Wouldn’t you be, uh, embarrassed?”
“Should I? I assumed it was no secret that we had sex. Usually people assume anways…” He trailed off, but then remembered the situation at hand. “But if you’d rather not I understand. “ He sounded a little disappointed, but then he looked at you with a small smirk. “But I guess now it’ll be only sweeter the next time I get to lay you down and” cue intense details of. He didn’t stop, he just kept talking about all the things you two could do, and his voice kept getting lower and huskier and you could tell how excited he was just by the way he was talking
You couldn’t take it
Fuck the roommates
Jumin was right it’s not like they don’t know
You suddenly rolled so you were on top of him, straddling his waist.
“Kitten I thought-”
You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a very sloppy kiss.
When you pulled away for air you just “I don’t care. Let them hear.”
You two got wild
….I’ll stop here. You guys don’t need the details
Once you two were finished you were cuddling again. Just cuddling without clothes but that was A OK.
Jumin was back to rubbing your back again, and you were cuddled up to him again.Your hand was on his chest and his hand on top, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth. But instead of talking you guys kept exchanging gentle kisses, taking turns leaning in and reaching for kisses from each other.
Around midnight he figured he should get going home. You both put your clothes on and walked out to the car. On the way there you saw your roommates. They looked a little shook. Little bit. They waved by to Jumin even though they could barely look at the two of you without blushing.
Jumin planted a firm kiss on you at the car, and when you walked back in you turned to your roommates, ready to apologize for the..uh…noise.
“Hey guys…so uh…hahaha awkward amiright?”
“I don’t know, is it….’Kitten’?”
“Or should we ask….’Daddy’?”
You’re never living this down. Ever.
He came over to meet your family
He already knew almost everything about them so he was well prepared to kiss ass
He didn’t have to though, they liked him off the bat. They were glad they finally got to meet the boy MCs been spending all their time with.
After dinner MC and he decided to go upstairs and hang out a bit.
These two nerds legit sat in MCs bed looking at memes on their phones
At least an hour went by with you two just giggling and showing your phones to each other
Somehow you both found ways to get closer to each other without meaning to.
It started off with you two leaning against the wall, but soon you were basically sitting in Seven’s lap, head leaning against his chest, and the two of staring at one phone screen of memes.
At some point Seven snaked his arms around your waist, and buried his face in between your shoulder blade and your neck.
The giggles continued.
Soon you saw a meme that had you dying laughing. Seven was amused, but he ended up getting more amused when you started snorting from laughing so hard. You clasped a hand over your mouth to try to silence the noise, but it was not happening. He thought it was too cute and couldn’t help but kiss your cheek with an overdramatic “MUAAAH” noise
More memes and time passed
Now you two were laying on your tummies, side by side, memeing away
That’s when you look at Seven. A slight grin on his face, the way his eyes sparkle when he’s having a good time, everything about him really.
You just feel so much…love for him.
So you put your phone down and start peppering him with light quick kisses all over the side of his face.
He laughs “MC what are you doing?”
“I just…I love you so much” You can’t hold back the smile on your face. Just staring at him makes you happy. “Saeyoung, sometimes…Sometimes I can’t even believe you’re real” and you lightly touch his face, taking in the feel of his skin and the look in his eyes.
He seems overcome with emotion too. Some mix of happiness and sadness, but then more happiness.
He shifts so he’s facing you more and plants a long kiss on your lips. Eventually you both sit up and just start kissing. It’s not the sloppy make out of when you guys are getting ready to do the do, it’s a long line of passionate kisses filled with innocent love and need for one another.
You end up wrapped in one another’s arms staring into each other’s eyes until both of you doze off.
It’s about 2 am when you wake up. You two are still wrapped up, and Saeyoung is snoozing peacefully inches from your face. You wish you could just stare at him all night, the moonlight bouncing off his face made him look like he really wasn’t real, like he’d turn into mist at any second and slip away Wow I’m getting really poetic. Probably cause it’s 5 am idk sorry
But you know theres work he has to get done and normally he’s not even sleeping at this time so he’s probably already behind schedule.
You start off as a soft whisper, scared your voice could break the magic of the moment “Saeyoung”
He stirrs a bit but doesn’t open his eyes.
A little louder, but still whispering “Saeyoung” HIs eyelids lift slowly, and when he sees your face, a sleepy smile spreads across his own.
This alone makes you feel giddy and in love and your own mouth cracks a giant smile. Then you start peppering his face with gentle kisses.
“Come on” kisskisskiss “Wake up silly” kisskisskiss “I kept you long enough”
In his tired lawd kill me if I heard sleepy Seven’s voice I’d probably die voice he muttered “Keep me forever, MC”
requested by @suuny96 - (thanks for requesting babe! im really sorry that it took so long to post!1! i’ve been backed up by hw :/)
To many, Dallas Winston seemed like an icy glare and a leather jacket - the guy that everyone knew to be outwardly hard, cold and mean. But Dally was yours; you knew that Dal wasn’t as cold as many thought he was. Sure, he had a pretty tough outer shell, but something told you that for as long as you two had been together, Dal had thawed out a little just for you.
He never really liked taking you out, always wanting to stay at his, yours, or very occasionally the Curtises’. Whenever he did take you out, it would usually be because you’d been bringing it up to him. So even though Dal didn’t really like watching movies and would normally fall asleep during the showing, he reluctantly promised to take you out to the moviehouse this time. Having time to kill before the movie had shown, you two stopped by at the DX to bother Steve and Soda.
“Well, Soda! Look who decided to show their faces,”Steve called over at you two, giggling with car grease on his cheek. His voice had made Soda look up from around a car hood.
“Dal, Y/N! What are you two up to over here?” Soda beamed, eyes gleaming as usual.
“We came to see Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee. Why else?” Dal answered, referring to Steve and Soda.
"Well, It’s good to see ya, but Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee are real busy today, Dal,” Soda said, eyeing the cars beginning to make a line down the driveway. Somehow, even before it got busy, Steve had been trying to work on two cars at once while Soda stood pumping gas. But out of the line of cars that waited for gas, a single car seemed familiar to you. And then it hit you.
You knew exactly whose car that belonged to. You could even make out the despised facial features of the guy in the driver’s seat. It was your ex-boyfriend - the boy who you used to be deathly afraid of, who cheated on you like it was nothing. The boy who Dallas Winston knew absolutely nothing about.
He’d been drumming his fingers on the outside of the car, arm haning out of his rolled-down window. And then the dreaded moment came. He spotted you.
"Y/N, baby? Is that who I’m lookin’ at?” he asked, sarcastically smirking before getting out the car to walk over.
”Baby?” Dally turned around to the guy that had been calling you, his eyebrows furrowed and sat heavily upon his eyes - he was automatically bothered by the guy calling you ‘baby’.
“It is, isn’t it? Well, how’ve you been? Don’t tell me you’re Winston’s girl now,” he laughed, attempting to get under your skin. “C’mon baby, you know you belong to me! You don’t wanna be hangin’ ‘round a hood like him. I still care about you doll. I know you still love me.”
“Alright jackass, back off before I give you a fat lip,” Dally said, almost instinctively stepping in front of you. "Y/N, d'you know who this asshole is?”
“Oh, Y/N never said a thing about me? Funny. It seemed like yesterday that she wanted to go on screamin’ my name.”
“Dal, he’s… this is my ex-boyfriend.” You gently spoke out from behind Dally, grabbing onto his arm for a quick second, your voice real low. “Dal, he was real terrible. I-I mean he used to beat on me and yell… I jus- we should just leave, alright?”
“He what?” Dal turned all the way back towards you.
“C’mon Dal, don’t make a scene.”
“I ain’t makin’ no scene. This jackoff deserves a fuckin’ broken nose,” Dally told you, pointing at your ex. You knew he was annoyed; he didn’t like the way you brushed off something like that. He shifted his gaze back at your ex, a stare long and hard. Dal got close to him, nudging your ex backward with a heavy palm to his shoulder. “And if you know what’s good for you, you oughta shut your mouth and get lost, man.”
Your ex didn’t take this all too well. You knew he didn’t like being shown up - he had some ego on him. “Received loud and clear,” he started, sardonically smiling. “But if you know what’s good for you - boy, you’d do exactly the same, my friend.”
The two glared at each other for quite a bit and your heart hammered in your chest. You did admire that Dal stood up for you, but you just didn’t want fists to fly. It had always irritated you, the way Dally would come home battered and bruised. So, thank god, before anything escalated any further, Soda stepped in, clearly bothered by the commotion while on the job.
“Alright fellas, that’s enough. Lovebirds, you oughta get to the moviehouse before you miss the showing,” Soda said, looking at you and Dal. Then, he looked at your ex. “And you - get gas or get lost, pal.”
At this, Steve sucked his teeth. “Naw, c’mon Soda! I wanted to see a fight. Ain’t seen nothing good all day! How ‘bout you swing by when Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee have break next time?”
“Whatever, man,” Dally brushed it all off and shrugged his shoulders. “C’mon, Y/N.” Dal protectively slung his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him as you both made your way toward the movie house. Something about his face seemed heavy. More grave than the mug he gives to most people. There was something about him… he seemed contemplative, antsy or something - like something was eating at him. You couldn’t put your finger on it. To be fair though, he had never been the easiest person to read.
When you and Dal got there and went to find seats - which happened to always be in the back because of Dally, of course - he never sat down.
“I’ll be right back, alright?” he said. Except he didn’t wait for a response - he just up and left. The bathroom maybe? An uneasy feeling settled in your gut. What was Dallas up to?
In what seemed like a decade, though only actually about 15 minutes, Dal was back in the seat next to you, a big black-and-blue sitting right at his cheekbone.
“God, what happened? Where did you go?”
“Nowhere important, Y/N.”
“Dal, please don’t go on telling me that you went after him.”
“I think it’s a little late for that.”
“Winston, what did you do?”
“Don’t fuckin’ worry ‘bout it. He got that broken nose we were talkin’ ‘bout earlier.”
“You did what?”
Hearing the question, Dally leaned up against you, as if he was getting ready to fall asleep on you. He rested his head on your shoulder.
“Well, he was askin’ for it, wasn’t he?”
a/n: i hope u liked it! it’s kinda hard to write for dally so im sorry if it sucked a lil <3
They were far out from shore now—it was a shining line in the distance, the highway a ribbon of moving lights, the houses and restaurants along the coastline glimmering. “Well, as it turns out, my parents didn’t die in the ocean.” Emma took a shuddering breath. “They didn’t drown.”
“Knowing that doesn’t wipe out years of bad dreams.” Julian glanced toward her. The wind blew soft tendrils of his hair against his cheekbones. She remembered what it felt like to have her hands in that hair, how holding him had anchored her not just to the world, but to herself.
“I hate feeling like this,” she said, and for a moment even she wasn’t sure what she was talking about. “I hate being afraid. It makes me feel weak.”
“Emma, everyone’s afraid of something.” Julian moved slightly closer. “We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don’t wish you didn’t fear anything. All that would mean is that you don’t feel anything.”
“Jules—” She started to turn toward him in surprise at the intensity in his voice, but paused when she heard Cristina’s footsteps quicken, and then her voice, raised in recognition, calling: