#(which is why my brother finally tried talking to her yesterday)
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Needy
Summary: Your mother asks why you haven't given her grandbabies. You tell her you are not ready for that yet but it turns out Yoongi likes the idea very much
Paring: Yoongi/Reader
Word Count: 5K
Rating: M/18+
Tags: Boyfriend Yoongi, Mother daughter relationship that kind of sucks, needy subby Yoongi, soft Dom reader, dirty talk, reader calls him kitten and baby boy, jerking off, sucking off, pregnancy kink, flirting, second hand embarrassment, Yoongi can't get his erection to go down so reader helps, deep throating, face fucking.
Authors Note: The horny demon possessed me again.
Also this picture 🔥🔥🔥
“Yoongi there is a spot right there!” You say
“Can’t park in front of a fire hydrant babe.” He replies, eyes scanning the street
“Okay, what about there!”
“Park next to a Tesla? Absolutely no way.” He says, turning down a side street, eyes still focused trying to find the right parking spot.
“Yoongi please can we just pick a spot?” You ask balancing the meat and cheese tray you brought on your lap and scanning the street.
He smiles at you and turns the car down another street and you see you are getting further away from your parent’s house.
“Or are you being picky because you don’t want to go?” You ask with a teasing tilt to your voice which has Yoongi placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt.
“How dare you Y/N. You know I love going to these extravagant giant parties your mom holds.” He jokes as he turns down another street and begins to search for more parking.
You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that appears on your face.
“Not sure why you are complaining Yoongs my mom looooves you.” You tease as he scowls and finally finds a spot that seems good enough for him to park his sleek black car into
You can’t help but laugh at his reaction.
But what you said was true.
You had been dating Yoongi for a year now and your mom absolutely adored him. She doted on him whenever he came over and always reminded him how he was her favorite son-in-law (he was her only son-in-law as it was just you and your brother as her kids)
Her relationship with you was much more…complex.
She was a perfectionist in everything she did and while it was impressive it could also be annoying when she expected everyone to be just like her.
You, being the only daughter meant she often criticized you, wanting you to be as perfect and ladylike as her.
This perfectionism shone during her parties. Your mom loved to host parties. Every small gathering got blown out of proportion so she could throw a massive get-together. She would go all out with decor and found herself happiest when she was planning something.
Your grade eight graduation was supposed to be a small gathering of family and it turned into a block party.
Your high school grad was worse as she tried to invite your whole class which you shut down real quick.
You took out your phone and frowned to see your brother finally respond to your text about the party.
“Michael is out. Says his wife and kid have food poisoning.” You say to Yoongi as he finally gets the car in the spot and throws it into park.
You grumble and type back a message as Yoongi chuckles beside you.
“Can’t we tell your mom we have it too?” He jokes as you lightly smack his arm and undo your seatbelt to step out of the car.
Yoongi follows suit and comes around to your side of the car, ever the gentleman holding out his hand so he can help you over the grass which is still slightly damp from yesterday’s rain storm.
It didn’t help you were wearing three-inch heels and a flowy pale blue sundress with small flowers embroidered on it.
You struggled to balance the huge tray of food as Yoongi grabbed your elbow to help steady you over the grass.
“So who are we celebrating again? Alessa and Jonathan right?” He asks pushing his soft brown hair away from his face and smiling down at you.
“Yeah it’s their second child so my mom thought to throw a small gathering.” You say snickering as you walk past the parade of cars that have taken over the whole subdivision.
“Ah, so a small gathering with your cousin’s closest friends got it!” Yoongi teases.
You finally make your way to the driveway and look up in time to see the door being thrown open by your mother who is standing there in a soft white sundress, her hair was curled in her signature style and she had her hands on her hips as you approached.
“Hey, mom.” You say leaning in for a sideways hug as you don’t want to knock the tray in your hands.
“Oh honey, what is with the hair up hmm?” She says signaling to your ponytail which was hanging down your back.
“This is a party I thought you’d wear your hair down for once.” She says with a frown as you fight the urge to roll your eyes.
Before you can respond her eyes land on Yoongi.
“Oh let me take a look at my handsome son-in-law!” She squeals as she wraps Yoongi in a hug and you bite back your laugh as she grabs his arm and brings him into the house.
You head to the kitchen and set the tray down amongst all the food as you hear your mom talking Yoongi’s ear off in the dining room.
You pull out your phone to respond to your brother’s text as you let your mom talk to Yoongi.
Once you decide Yoongi has suffered enough you slip your phone back into your purse and walk to the dining room to loop your arm through his.
He shoots you a grateful look as your mom is still chatting, oblivious to the whole thing.
“Mom, where is Alessa? I have a small gift for her.” You ask cutting your mom off her tangent as her eyes finally lock on yours.
“Oh I didn’t even see you come over dear Yoongi and I were just chatting oh… well of course let's get you to the party girl!” Your mom giggles as she leads you out the sliding door and to the expansive backyard.
Yesterday’s rain luckily blew through in time for today to be beautiful. The sky was bright blue with small whispy white clouds scattered throughout. The air was warm with a slight breeze that ruffled your dress as you walked over to the gazebo where the party was being held.
The party girl in question was your cousin Alessa who was lounging on a chair by the pool which your parents opened early for the party.
It was heated anyway so it didn’t matter that it wasn’t blistering hot outside people were enjoying it regardless.
Luckily for you (and Yoongi) someone grabbed your mom’s attention and she was off before you even had a chance to say another word to her.
“We could leave right now and no one would know,” Yoongi mutters in your ear as you shake your head and head over to Alessa.
“Hey!” You greet her as you take in her appearance. She is wearing a flowy red dress and her hands are wrapped around her stomach instinctively, her husband Jonathan waves from the pool where he is teaching their four-year-old daughter how to swim.
“Hi! Oh, I’m so sorry I seriously can’t get up right now your mom had me greeting like fifty different people and I’m exhausted.” She tells you as she swings her legs over the side of the lounge chair to side sideways and you wrap her in a hug.
Your cousin Alessa is three years older than you and absolutely glowing. Her first pregnancy was rough on her so when she announced she was pregnant again the family worried about her. Luckily this time around she seemed to have a much easier time and you were happy about that.
Yoongi shot her a small wave as you dug through your purse to pull out the card you got her. She beamed when you handed it over and patted the seat beside her so you could sit down.
Yoongi took the small folding chair next to her and the three of you chatted.
Party music filled the air and the atmosphere was warm and welcoming. You took your time catching up with your favorite cousin as Yoongi listened on nodding occasionally.
Jonathan got out of the pool with Millie on his shoulders and plopped her down right next to her mom. Alessa laughed when Millie climbed on her lap and got her dress soaked with pool water, you scooted over to give the four-year-old some room
“Yoongi good to see you, man.” Jonathan greeted as he patted Yoongi’s back.
“So your mom said this was going to be a small party?” Jonathan said with a grin as his arm swept the area to show how many people turned up.
“I don’t know if they even know it’s for me!” Alessa said with a laugh.
“I don’t mind though good food and good company. I don’t want to be the center of attention anyway. Remember your high school graduation?” She teases as you cover your face with your hands and groan.
Your mom made you wear a bright pink sash that said High School Grad on it and paraded you around the whole party. You were so embarrassed.
“Don’t remind me!” You groaned as Yoongi laughed.
Her ears must have been ringing because suddenly your mom appeared at Jonathan’s side holding a platter of watermelon. She put it down in front of Alessa and smiled at your small group.
“There’s tons of food inside if anyone wants any. Yoongi made a beautiful meat and cheese tray.” Your mom gushes as you fight the urge to once again roll your eyes.
“Actually Y/N made that. I was working late last night so didn’t have a chance to help.” He corrects as you look up at him with a small smile on your face.
“Yoongi you work too hard! Always these late nights! Make sure you take care of yourself too. Don’t want to overwork.” Your mom comments as you reach for a piece of watermelon ignoring the way she didn’t say anything about you making the tray.
It doesn’t matter anyway, you stopped trying to get recognition from her years ago.
“And how’s the baby?” Your mom asks turning to Alessa who is sipping a drink and jostling Millie in her arms to get her more comfortable.
“Good! Kicking a lot today but I think it’s just because of the food. I ate that spicy nacho dip.” She says patting her swollen belly.
“Ah yes, when I was pregnant the first time I craved all spicy food all the time. Her brother was a menace with the kicks.” Your mom responds with a teasing smile as she shoots you a look you know all too well.
You brace yourself knowing the words that will come out of her mouth next
The question she has been asking ever since you brought Yoongi home for the first time.
“So Y/N when are you giving me grandbabies?” She asks turning to face you and staring between you and Yoongi.
Poor Yoongi had never experienced her questioning firsthand and nearly choked on his drink at her words.
You sighed.
“Mom I told you we aren’t ready yet.” You say as you reach for another piece of watermelon hoping she will drop the subject.
“Yes, but honey your father and I aren’t getting younger you know. We want to be grandparents before we pass away!” She says loudly drawing the attention of the crowds standing close by.
Shit.
“I know Mom just not right now okay? I promise you will have grandkids…someday.” You say keeping your answer vague.
“Come on you would look adorable pregnant and we could go shopping and pick out clothes oh! It would be so fun to be a grandmother!” Your mom continues to gush oblivious to your embarrassment and the way Yoongi’s cheeks are stained bright pink and how he won’t stop staring at the floor as if it is the most interesting thing in the world.
“Mom stop! You’re embarrassing Yoongi and I.” You respond trying to cut off her tangent.
“Think of all the money you will save!” Your mom continued, not bothering to listen to what you were saying.
Embarrassment floods your veins as you are stuck in your spot next to your cousin who looks just as horrified as you feel waiting for your mom to stop talking so loud and attracting so much attention.
“Mom stop! Kids are expensive we won’t be saving money.” You hiss standing up trying to get her to stop talking.
Your eyes flick to Yoongi who looks mortified.
“Well yes, but you will be saving money. Protection is so expensive nowadays not having to buy condoms anymore will save you so much money! Plus it will give me grandbabies.” She coos.
You stare at Yoongi in shock as he closes his eyes and buries his hands over his face. You close your eyes and try to think of a way to tell your mom to shut the hell up without sounding so rude.
Your saving grace comes in the form of your father who enters the scene and whispers something in your mom’s ear shutting her up instantly.
“Oh, my friend Melanie is here! Oh, I must go say hi I haven’t seen her in over two months!” She exclaims as she quickly turns and hurries to the front door to greet her friend.
You are still frozen in shock not daring to look around at the group of people who you feel are staring you down.
“Um wow,” Alessa says breaking the uncomfortable silence as you finally lift your head to see everyone has pretty much moved on and is talking amongst themselves again.
You stare at Yoongi who is a brilliant shade of red and still staring at the floor.
“I have no words. Please tell me that didn’t actually happen. My mom told me not to use protection in front of a crowd.” You whine out as Alessa rubs your back.
“I am so sorry but it did happen. And it was wild.” Jonathan says as you look at Yoongi who is still not saying anything but is squirming in his seat.
“Yoongs you okay?” You ask as he slowly sips his drink and nods at you, still looking super uncomfortable.
Millie decides to wake up at that moment and wants to play so Jonathan takes her out to the grass beyond the patio and pool where lawn games are set up.
Another cousin shows up and the conversation switches to girl talk as you try to push down your embarrassment from earlier.
After five minutes Yoongi stands and squeezes your shoulder telling you he is going to use the washroom and will be right back.
You stand to give him a peck on the cheek as you sit back down to continue your chat, slowly sipping your drink and people-watching.
You get so lost in the conversation you hardly notice Yoongi isn’t back yet but when Jonathan comes back with Millie you look around to realize Yoongi is nowhere to be seen.
“I’m gonna go inside and grab some food.” You tell your cousins as you push yourself up from the chair and walk over to the sliding door cracking it open and entering the quiet house, the noise from the party instantly muted.
You walk to the bathroom on the first floor to see it is free which means Yoongi must be using the upstairs one.
You kick off your heels as you make your way up the hardwood steps, bare feet silent on the floor.
You see the door is closed and you snicker before lightly knocking.
“Occupied!” Yoongi’s voice rings out as you smile.
“Yoongs it’s me.” You reply and you hear him rush to the door and throw it open. He grabs your arm and drags you inside the bathroom shutting the door with his foot and pinning you up against the vanity.
“Yoongi!” You exclaim as his lips find yours and he kisses you with such passion it steals your breath from your lungs.
His hands are holding your hips steady as he ruts into you, his body pushing against yours with such force the countertop bites into your skin.
“Yoongi baby. What’s going on?” You ask breathless as his lips move down to your neck and begin to suck and bite at the skin. His hands frantically rub your sides as he continues to grind his crotch into you.
“Need you. Fuck need you so bad.” He begs as he pulls the straps of your dress down to get more access to your skin and you throw your head back and moan.
His lips are hot against your skin and he is rutting into you in a way where you can feel the full length of his bulge pressing into your core. His hands grip your hips as he fucks into you with force which has your back arching and moans falling from your mouth.
You are in a lust-filled haze as Yoongi’s fingers trail up the slit in your dress, his fingers teasing the inside of your thighs you are about to open your legs and give him what he wants when you hear the sliding door open downstairs and you freeze.
Someone is in the house.
Yoongi doesn’t seem to hear it as he sucks a harsh mark on your neck and you put your hands on his chest to push him back as you hear footsteps downstairs.
“Yoongs we have to stop so-someone is in the house.” You say breathless as he finally looks up at you and you gasp.
His eyes are blown wide and so dark they are almost black. His tongue darts out to wet his swollen lips and his hair is a mess atop his head.
Yoongi lets out a whine and steps forward as you strain to hear if someone is still in the kitchen downstairs. He brings his head to your shoulder and begins to nuzzle your skin, small moans leaving his mouth.
“Yoongs baby what has gotten into you?” You ask softly petting his hair and trying to flatten it as his tongue darts out to lick at your skin.
“I got hard. So fucking hard so I came up here to see if I could make it go away and it won’t fucking go away.” He whines as he rolls his hips into yours giving you delicious friction against your core.
“And you thought furiously making out with me would make it go away?” You tease as he whines loudly against your skin and continues to rut against you desperately. His body still caging you in as he looks up at you through thick lashes and sticks his bottom lip out in a pout.
“I’m so horny and I tried everything to get it to go down but I’m so fucking hard. I didn’t jerk off because…well it’s weird to jerk off in my girlfriend’s parents’ bathroom but baby I’m so fucking horny. It won’t go away.” He whines softly still pouting as his lips come to find your neck once again and he delivers you soft kisses.
You hear the screen door close and you let out a sigh as you push him back from you once more.
“Yoongs baby what got you so horny? You fucked me last night remember?” You say blushing at the memory of you riding him and how good he felt stuffed inside of you.
“Don’t remind me, please. We want this to go away not get harder.” He begs as he buries his head into your chest and lets out a frustrated sigh.
You let out a soft laugh and rub his back affectionately.
You can still feel his cock pressing against your core and you reach a hand down between your bodies to stroke him. He closes his eyes and bites his lip to keep from moaning.
“What got you so horny Yoongs hmmm? My baby boy usually isn’t so desperate.” You say taking on the dominant role as Yoongi’s body seems to soften into yours.
Even though he likes being dominant you find he equally likes being subby and being your baby boy.
“Please don’t freak out.” He says in a small voice as you remove your hand from his cock to stroke at his hair.
The sliding door opens again downstairs and you continue to comfort him.
“Tell me, baby boy. What has my kitten all worked up?” You ask as he flutters his eyes closed and buries his face into your shoulder whining.
“Talking about you being pregnant. At first, I was horrified your mom would bring it up. But then. Thinking of you. Dripping with my seed. Pregnant with my child. All swollen and big… all because we fucked. And fucking you without a condom. God Y/N.” He whispers out as he starts to rut his hips into you again, pushing his cock into your hip and making you bite back a moan.
He ruts against you as you stroke his hair and give him soft kisses to his temple.
“I need to cum so bad, I don’t think my cock is ever going to go down.” He whimpers as he holds you steady and continues to grind against you. His greedy hands rubbing at the bare skin of your arms.
“So you have a pregnancy kink?” You question as he stills his movements to look up at you with lust-blown eyes.
“Yes? No? I don’t know I just know the thought of fucking you, filling you with my cum is making me painfully hard. Help. God, please touch me. Please do something. I can’t go back to the party like this.” He whines desperately as he captures your lips in a heated kiss.
His body is flushed against yours and his hands trail up and down your arms. You feel your core throb at his words as he continues to grind his hips into yours harder, desperate to seek some relief for his aching hard-on that is still trapped in his tight pants.
You part your legs to give him some room and he slots his bulge perfectly against your core. You let out a whine against his lips when he grinds into you frantically, practically humping your leg in the process.
“Want me to jerk you off baby boy? Make you cum around my fist?” You ask as he nods and bites his lip.
You pull away to reach between your bodies to undo the button of his jeans. When you slide the zipper down and open his pants his swollen cock quickly fills up the space and you tease the head of his cock with the tip of your finger.
“Wanna fuck you. God, please let me fuck you.” He begs out as his eyes start to water with desperate tears.
“Do you have a condom? We both aren’t ready for kids yet.” You remind him as you pull his pants down to his ankles and see his cock straining against the dark material of his tight boxers.
You let your fingers dance against his hard shaft and he whines.
“No, I forgot to replace the one in my wallet. I wanna fuck you so bad.” he almost cries.
You’ve seen Yoongi desperate before, usually when you are edging him or having him tied up but you have never seen him desperate like this.
His eyes are wide and tearful and his teeth are biting into his lip. His hands are still grabbing at your arms tightly and he looks on the verge of insanity.
“I know baby boy. I know you want to fuck me but we don’t have a condom so we can’t.”
He lets out a whine as tears slip from his eyes.
“How about I suck you off yeah? Get some of that tension out then when we get home I’ll let you fuck me however you want. With a condom on though. Okay, kitten?” You coo as he nods and you finally pull down his underwear.
What a sight his cock is.
Hard and leaking precum the head is red from the lack of attention and his shaft is twitching slightly.
He groans when you finally wrap a hand around it and you shush him with a giggle.
“You have to be a good Kitten and not make a sound okay? The whole party doesn’t need to know how desperate my baby boy is and how hard his cock is. God Yoongs your so fucking hard for me.” You whisper as you circle his cock and he buries his face on your shoulder to muffle his noises.
You jerk him slowly focusing on the head of his cock as Yoongi moans and whines into your shoulder. He is steadily leaking pre cum and you can feel how pent up he is by how his cock is throbbing in your hand.
“You have to be good now and don’t make noise. I’m gonna suck you off okay kitten. Be good for me yeah?” You ask as Yoongi nods and you sink to the floor sucking at the tip and making his eyes roll in the back of his head and his hips shoot forward.
You jerk his cock in tandem with your mouth and Yoongi is doing everything in his power to stay quiet. Your mouth feels so good against his aching shaft and he can’t help but curl his toes against the tile floor when you take him deep.
Your nose presses against his pubes and he lets a filthy moan slip from his lips. You pull back immediately and look up at him, stilling your movements and driving him to insanity.
“Please don’t stop, please. Y/N I’m so hard it hurts I need to cum please.” He begs out as tears slip down his cheeks.
You lap at the tip of his cock again making him shove his fist in his mouth to keep from screaming. His hands come to tangle in your hair as he forces himself to breathe through his nose and not wildly fuck your throat.
Your hand leaves his shaft to play with his balls which are swollen and begging to be touched. Your hand comes up to fondle them and Yoongi throws his head back as a stifled moan leaves his mouth.
You can feel your own arousal slick on your thighs as you watch Yoongi inch toward orgasm as you work him harder.
You grin against his cock and wrap your fingers around his shaft again. You deep-throat him down and Yoongi lets out a choked moan as he shoves his fingers in his mouth.
“Tell me Yoongs what do you want baby boy?” You ask pulling off from him and resting your head on his shaky thigh.
“Wanna fuck your throat. Please Y/N, please. I’m so close. It hurts. Please I wanna cum” He begs as you obey and suck him back into your mouth and keep your head steady.
His hands come to brace your head and he begins to fuck into your mouth. Softly at first to get you used to the feeling and then he starts to pick up the pace.
He fucks into your mouth harshly as his hands grasp at your hair making your scalp sting. He is trying his best to stay quiet above you as you open your throat wider and tears cloud your vision as he chokes you with his cock.
“Please Y/N, please. I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum. Ohmygod please.” he cries out as he continues to harshly fuck your mouth and you open it wider.
He wails and cums down your throat as you swallow all he gives you.
You keep your nose pressed against his pubes as you swallow him down and soak in the noises he is making above you, somewhere between a groan and a sob as he slows his thrusts.
You take your time pulling off his softening cock and you lick his cockhead clean before standing up on shaky legs to stare at Yoongi.
His hair is a sweaty mess and his eyes are still blown wide. His lips are bruised from all the biting and he looks blissfully fucked out.
“Thank you thank you thank you.” He praises you as he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks and kisses you softly. You can feel the relief radiating off of him.
“Feel better Kitten?” You mutter against his lips as he pulls back and nods suddenly looking shy.
“You are so good to me. God how did I get so lucky.” He praises you as he strokes your hair and continues to pepper kisses on your lips and cheeks.
“I’m the lucky one Yoongs.” You respond as he pulls away and fixes his wild hair.
Your arousal is leaking down your thighs and you grimace when you feel it.
“What’s wrong baby?” He asks as you reach for some toilet paper to get yourself cleaned up.
“Seeing you like that got me all wet. Just gotta get cleaned up kitten.” You say slowly cleaning between your legs.
“I can take care of that you know.” He reminds you with a smirk as you softly smile at him.
“I know you can Kitten but we have been gone from the party long enough because my baby boy was a needy little thing and needed to fuck my throat to feel better.” You remind him as he buries his face in your neck and whines.
“Don’t. Y/N please dont we just got my cock to soften.” He begs as you let out a small chuckle.
“Sorry, Yoongi. I’ll save it for later. Now come on we gotta go back or people will get suspicious.” You say grabbing his hand and exiting the bathroom.
“We could just leave… you know. Take care of things now?” He teases you with a lift of an eyebrow and wink as you smack his arm softly and lead your boy back out to the sunshine and the party.
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maybe i will finally learn my lesson? - begin again au ☆
wc: 1.2k
tw: sad, angst, rejection, talks about sex. no actual smut tho. borderline alcoholic tbh
ryan leonard x hughes sister au!
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frankie fell back onto her bed with a soft thud as she tried to catch her breath. she looked at the boy beside her with a hopeful look hoping to gosh he would stay the night and cuddle her. she just needed some form of reassurance.
he never ever wanted to stay over though.
“i gotta go, the guys are going out tonight” he says as he gets out the bed acting like he was talking to some stranger. what frankie didn't realize was that they basically were.
“do you have to leave?” she says in a sad voice kneeling on the bed. she hated how he never wanted to stay and talk. was that so much for a girl to ask for these days?
“frankie, im all spent for right now, but i mean if im feeling it later on, i'll stop by”
is he fucking serious.
it had honestly been a while since frankie had felt that much rage. he really did only think of her as a fuck buddy.
she knew what she was getting herself into, when she agreed on their little agreement, but in the movies it always ends with the guys falling in love with you. right?
“oh my gosh. just leave. like actually” she said getting back in bed and turning her back to him. which left him dumbfounded. why would she be mad he had to leave?
“did i do something?” he asked confused as he finished putting his cloths on.
no answer.
that pissed drew off. she had no reason to be all pissy with him.
“are you mad because im going out with the boys? why would that bother you? were not anything, frankie. im allowed to go out” he said. still starring at her back.
“oh don’t worry. you’ve made that very clear to me drew” she says, her voice wavering due to the fact she just felt so foolish.
“whatever, you’re annoying me. talk to me when ur done being crazy” he said walking out and slamming her door in a fit of rage.
to say frankie took it totally fine would be dishonest. she sobbed in a fetal position all night. while blasting foolish one by taylor swift.
that woman really does have a song for every situation.
she had honestly never felt so alone.
of course she’s not actually alone; she just refuses to go to anyone and burden them with her problems. it’s not like she can call her parents and her brothers due to the fact she can’t lie to them. she knew they were going to ask something like 'how'd practice go?' and whatnot so she's been forwarding their calls since Wednesday when she quit the team.
she could also call her friends. or her ex teammates. did she even have friends?
she was alone.
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she sits in her room finishing up and assignment when she felt like doing something. usually she would get drunk and go from there, but no. if the last week has taught her anything; it's that she's becoming a new person. and the new person wouldn't black out after every minor convenience.
so in the spur of the moment, she decided she was going to rearrange her room! which is what lead her to where she was right now; outside the freshman hockey house.
while moving her bed from one side to another, she found drews hoodie. so being the mature, new, amazing person she claimed to be... she decided to give him back his hoodie, as a form of ceasing the deal. this is a supposed to be a step forward is it three steps back?
frankie walked up the front steps and as she lifted her fist to knock she halts, when she hears multiple voices coming from inside. not wanting to end her and drews situationship in front of his teammates; to save them both the embarrassment. she quickly trashes her plan and decided to just head home.
but when she heard her name is when she decided against that.
"frankie?" she hears drew ask.
"yes dude. its actually so obvious she wants you after what your saying she did yesterday"
he told them about the argument?
well she couldn't really get mad, if frankie had best friends she would of probably told them too.
"well i dont want her like that and she knows that"
frankie felt her heart crack.
i mean she told herself he didn't like her back, but hearing him say it, is a whole different level of pain for someone who just oh so hoped to joke about their situationship one day over coffee as he watched the morning news while their kids got ready for school.
foolish one, frankie hughes.
"no way your gonna reject her, she's so hot. what the hell is there not to like" one of his stupid teammates said.
"I mean she's the nicest and one of the hottest girls I've ever got with dont get me wrong, but some of the shit she says makes me question if she's being for real or not" drew said not knowing the match he was lighting.
"I think I know what your talking about, is it when she said she thought denver was in texas?" one of his other teammates chimed in.
"bro yes. that actually left me speechless" he says. frankie felt like burning the house down at this point.
"she's lucky she's got hockey" another voice said.
"had'
the hoodie she had in her hands slipped through her fingers. just like the heart drew held. the heart he never wanted to hold.
she backed away from the door, never wanting to slash anyones tires more. she wanted to commit arson. the way they were talking about her, made her want to throw up.
she can take the fact he didn't like her back. thats okay. if he didn't feel the butterflies she felt it wasn't no one fault. but mine.
but the fact he stood their and called her stupid? who the fuck even knows geography like that? she felt so many emotions run through her veins and the one overcoming the rest was the one that held the power over her tears.
"frankie?" oh my god. no. why the hell did I not run home?
she turned her head to see ryan leonard standing there. one of drews friends. someone she had considered to be her friend. but if the rest talk about her like that, him, will, and gabe probably do too.
"you didn't see me here, ryan" she said as she covered her face trying to push past him.
"wha- hey! what's wrong? who did this?" he said grabbing her wrist and seeing her crying eyes. he knew who did it. he just needed to hear a confirmation before he went inside and beat his ass.
"nothing. let me go" she said wiping her tears.
"im not letting you leave here alone hughes, i know how you get when your this sad. I dont want to wake up tomorrow and hear that you got hit by a damn bus for gosh sake"
one thing ryan hated was when she would drink her feelings away because that meant she was going to be reckless. she honestly is reckless.
"well then do you want to come?"
I got tired so im done writing but I wanted to post this! also ! I have no hate towards drew, its all going to add up in the future when I start the other aus I have planned but for now drew is like anyone else and he's learning and growing. so bear with me!
#nhl imagine#frankie x ryan#ryan leonard#gabe perreault#nhl imagines#bc hockey#will smith hockey#hockey imagine#hockey fic#gabe perreault x reader#ryan leonard x reader#ryan leonard imagine#jack hughes#hughes sister#luke hughes#quinn hughes#drew fortescue
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Forbidden things |Jeremy Swayman|
Summary: it’s all star weekend, and Mitch thinks his sister ,Mackenzie, is there to support him and his teammates, but she has a secret.
Warning: a little spicy but not too much
Note: second post WOOHOO.
Isn’t tsa and plane rides just the best……..said nobody ever. Mackie arrived in Toronto after her two hour flight and wanted nothing more than to relax and eat. But of course her brother had other plans.
“MACKIE!!!!” Mitch pulls his little sister into the biggest bear hug he could muster. “I missed you so much.”
“Mitchy I love you, but you are going to crush me.” Mitch laughs as he lets her go. She can now see that Steph (Mitch’s wife) is standing behind Mitch. When she see Steph, she excitedly hugs her, just not as intensely as Mitch’s hug. “Oh thank goodness you’re here Steph. I couldn’t handle this idiot without you.”
“Boston has made you mean.” Mitch pouts causing both Steph and Mackie to laugh.
After they drop off all of Mackie’s stuff at Mitch’s house, Steph starts making dinner. Mackie tried helping, but her sister in law simply banned her from the kitchen insisting that since Mackie spends all of her time in the kitchen, she will not cook a single thing while she’s in Toronto. Mitch does help cook, Mackie sits at the counter while they cook for her.
The three of them talk and catch up while the food cooks until Mackie gets a text.
From Jer 💕
Just landed sweet girl. It’s only been 3 hours, but I already miss you.
Mackie smiles at her boyfriend’s text and of course that catches Mitch’s attention. Who grabs his sister ‘s phone before she can text back.
“Who’s this Jer guy and why did you put a heart next to his name?” Mackie tries to get her phone back but Mitch just lifts up the phone so she can’t reach it.
“Just some guy I met at the restaurant, come on Mitchy give me my phone back.” Steph sends Mitch a glare causing him to give Mackie her phone. “I didn’t want to tell you anything till things got more serious.”
“You are too young to be dating boys.” He pouts as Steph tells him to hand Mackie her phone back.
“Mitch baby she’s only one year younger than we were when we got engaged.” Steph kisses her pouty husband before turning back to Mackie, “When you are ready to introduce us to this Jer I bet they are a great person.”
Mackie was so grateful that Steph wasn’t a crazy person and supported her when Mitch got overwhelming.
The couple soon finished cooking and they all talked some more while eating before deciding to go to bed early in preparation for the all stars tomorrow.
For the most part, Mackie spent her time with her family, which was her mom, dad, older brother Chris and Steph. It was also really refreshing to see all of Mitch’s teammates. Austin especially was like a third older brother.
“Mini Marner!” Auston pulls Mackie into a similar hug that Mitch gave her yesterday, except Auston knew when to let go. “Have you met Biebs yet?”
Mitch and Chris smirk knowing that Mackie had a huge crush on him as a kid. But they are both surprised when Mackie greeted Justin like normal no fluster or fan girl behavior.
“It was nice seeing all of you but I have to run to the bathroom.” Mackie runs off out of the sight of her family and friends, and starts walking in the direction of the bathroom, until she is pulled into an empty room.
The person who pulled her into the broom closet, wastes no time and start to kiss all Mackie all over her face. She can tell just by his cologne that it was Jeremy.
“Oh I’ve missed you so much.” He finally pulls her into the long awaited kiss, which doesn’t last nearly as long as Jeremy wanted since Mackie pulls away.
“Jer we shouldn’t be doing this where anyone can see us.” She whines as Jeremy rolls his eyes.
“Nobody’s coming over here any time soon baby girl.” Jeremy pulls her back into a kiss which she can’t help but smile into and kiss him back, “That’s my good girl.”
The two continue kissing until Mackie receives a phone call. Of course it was Mitch.
“Just let it ring.” Jeremy says while attaching his lips to her neck.
“He’ll send a search party if I don’t answer Jer.” Jeremy just nods and he continues to kiss Mack’s neck. “Yes Mitch?”
“Did you get lost on the way to the bathroom?” She can hear Mitch’s worry through the phone.
“No Mitch there is a line.” While talking to Mitch, Mackie has to slightly push Jeremy away from her neck to avoid getting any marks on her neck. “I’ll be back soon enough okay.”
“Do you want Steph to come and wait with you so you aren’t alone?”
“I’m fine Mitch I’m 23 I don’t need a baby sitter to use the restroom.” Jeremy ,who wants Mackie’s attention again ,starts to play with her hair, “I’ll be back soon okay, yes I’ll call you if I need you.”
After Mitch hangs up, Mackie gives Jeremy one last kiss before she pulls out her contact mirror to fix her hair. But she does not like what she sees on her neck.
“Jeremy those better not be hickeys.” He looks at her neck and laughs, “Jer it’s not funny. Are you trying to get me killed?”
“They aren’t that noticeable just put your jacket on and you’ll be fine.” He kisses her forehead as she sends him an angry yet playful glare.
Luckily, for both of their sakes, the jacket was enough to cover the hickeys for the time being.
The next day however, the hickeys became an issue. Mitch left earlier than Steph and Mackie to get ready for the skill challenges. So he was not there when Mackie got out of the shower and saw that her hickeys had darkened. And unfortunately her outfit she had planned for today wouldn’t do much to hide them. She had to pull out the big guns, running to her sister.
After getting dressed, she sticks her head into Steph’s room where she is putting her makeup on.
“Steph I need your help.” Steph turns and gives Mackie a welcoming smile, “but you can’t tell anyone, especially not Mitchy.”
“My lips are seals.” Steph does the ‘zipped lips’ motion and waves her in, “If you are asking for my help killing someone it might be hard to hide that from your brother.”
Mackie sighs before entering the room fully. Her neck on display, Steph can’t help but laugh.
“How the hell did you hide those yesterday?” She says while laughing.
“Well I didn’t have them all day yesterday.” Steph gives her a confused look. “Remember when I went to the restroom and said that there was a line.”
Steph nods inviting Mackie to continue.
“Well there wasn’t a line, I never made it to the bathroom.” Mackie avoids eye contact while she plays with the bottom of her shirt. “I was with my boyfriend, Jer, Jeremy Swayman.”
Mackie is ready for Steph to be upset , but she just starts to laugh again.
“I’m sorry, I should be taking this more seriously, but the irony of this all is to die for.” Her laughter finally dies down and she puts her hand on Mackie’s shoulder. “I help you cover them up, but you should really tell Mitch. The longer you wait the worse it will be.”
Steph pulls Mackie into her chair and covers up the marks perfectly.
“You are a life saver again Steph.” Mackie looks into the mirror and her marks aren’t visible at all.
“Next time though make sure Jeremy takes it down a notch.” Steph puts all of her makeup in her bag.
“This is him taking down a notch.”
Once they arrived at the arena, Mackie got a text from Jeremy asking her to meet in the same spot as yesterday. She tells Steph where she is going and Steph warns her not to ruin her hard work. She gets to the closet and when she opens the door Jeremy is already there sitting down on the random chair.
“I got 20 minutes til I need to be in the locker room.” Mackie closes the door behind her and she is pulled into a kiss. She straddles his lap and he wastes no time running his hands under her Maple leafs jersey. “I need you baby.”
The two lose themselves in each other, so they don’t notice the door has been open.
“What the actual fuck?” Mackie tears herself off of Jeremy and quickly fixes her shirt before she looks up and sees Auston and Mitch.
“You are a deadman Swayman.” Mitch starts going towards Jeremy, but Mackie stands in front of him. “Mackie move.”
“Mitch please hear me out.” Mitch finally looks at Mackie and his look of angry shifted to a hurt look.
“You could have dated anyone else, Jesus I would have been fine with one of the damn Hughes brothers, but a bruins player? And on top of that you picked this asshole?” Mackie feels small as her brother yells at her.
“Hey I get that you are upset, but I won’t stand here and let you yell at her.” Jeremy stands next to Mackie slightly moving her out of the way.
“Oh it’s definitely not her I’m mad at.” Mitch pushes Jeremy
“Mitch dude maybe you should hear them out.” Auston pull Mitch away before he could make any bad decisions. Mitch sighs and calms down a bit.
“You guys have five minutes to convince me not to beat his ass.”
In a panic, Mackie decided to tell Mitch everything.
“I met Jeremy once I got back from your wedding last year. After I saw everyone,it reminded me how lonely I felt back in Boston. I couldn’t just leave, I worked to hard to get where I am. So Maddie recommended I went on a blind date. So she set us up and I didn’t even recognize him at first. Mitch remember how you called me the day you met Steph telling me how you met the one. I called you crazy cause you can’t find the one after meeting someone once, but then I met Jeremy. He’s my one Mitchy.” At this point Mackie was crying and Jeremy held her hand to calm her nerves. “I wanted to tell you I really did, but I couldn’t stand the idea of you not liking Jeremy or worse hating me.”
Mitch pulls Mackie into a hug, not as tight as the one from the airport, but this hug carried more weight.
“I could never hate you Mackie.” Mitch says while he rest his chin on top of her head. The siblings hug for a good minute before pulling away.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” Mitch shakes his head as he wipes her tears.
“I’m not mad, although I do wish I didn’t find you guys nearly fucking to find out.” Jeremy laughs causing Mitch and Auston to give him a warning glare. “You are 23 and I have to trust your instincts. So if you say he’s the one then I support you guys. But if you do anything to hurt her Swayman, you will be a deadman.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Now Jer is softly rubbing Mackie’s back to comfort her. “I love her probably way more than she loves me. I’m crazy for Mackie and you could beat me 100 times over, I’ll still be crazy for her.”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this ,but I would like you to join us for dinner Jeremy.” Mitch sticks his hand out to Jeremy and he accepts and they shake hands. “Be prepared though, my wife is going to be more viscous than I was. Mackie is her baby.”
“Actually Steph already knows. I told her this morning.” Mitch being the drama queen he is, pretends as if he was stabbed.
“The hurt the betrayal. My sister and my wife teaming up without me.” Mackie rolls her eyes and playfully pushes Mitch while she pulls Jeremy out of the closet.
“Since the secret is out, I can kiss you where ever I want.” Jeremy goes in for a kiss, but instead I met with a hand in between him and Mackie’s lips.
“No way hot shot, just cause Mitch says you guys are cool doesn’t mean we want to see you kiss Mackie.” Austin removes his hand and pulls Mack into a protective hold.
Jeremy gives Mackie the puppy dog eyes look ,causing her to laugh. She wiggles out of Auston’s hold and kisses Jeremy’s check.
“You three should go head in the locker room to change.” Mackie hug Auston and Mitch who leaves to the locker room together. When they are out of sight she pulls Jeremy down for a real kiss. “I love you Jer.”
“I love you too Mackie.” He hesitantly lets go. But they keep eye contact.
“Now go be the best damn goalie on that ice.” She points towards the locker room and Jeremy can’t help but smile. He gives her a quick kiss goodbye before leaving to the the locker room.
Part two
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I finally finished my Utena re-watch yesterday, binging the last three episodes and Adolescence in one evening, and I am Having Thoughts. Mostly about the story from Akio's perspective, surprisingly.
I don't know if I've ever read anyone's exploration of the story from his pov, so I'm going to brain-vomit about it.
From his pov, he's the one who's trapped. The Rose Bride sealed Dios away from the world, whether for his own good or to keep her brother to herself, or both. The princely part of him, Dios, is trapped, leaving only the human part of him, Akio, out in the world, trying to regain what he's lost and cope without what he sees as his 'real' power. 'The power to revolutionise the world' is, for him, the regaining of his heroic princely aspect that made him something close to a god among mortals, a natural leader, the greatest warrior.
So what is he left with? What does a regular human man have with which to find his place in the world? What is his role, if not a prince? Is he a ladies' man? An intellectual? A fighter? A logical realist who denies the 'miracles' the prince could perform to keep people safe?
It's clear from the Black Rose arc, and from the final scenes, that Akio has repeated the duels in some form many times, assuming that he needs the right sword to open the Rose Gate and access his old power. He holds this 'might makes right' belief that physical strength or a warrior's weapon is the key to power. When Utena, just a girl, succeeds as the winner of the duels, at first he tries to persuade her to stand down, because how could a girl's sword possibly be strong enough to open the Gate? I wondered, during this watch, if this cycle was the first time that any girls had taken part in the duels, and whether that was by design or accidental. In the Black Rose arc, it's 100 boys who are drawn in to find the power or the eternal something. In this latest cycle, it's the student council, a power structure that represents intellectual masculinity: Juri, as a lesbian in a uniform closer to her male counterparts than to the other female students, might possibly have been the first girl to join the duels, an unintentional outcome perhaps inspired by Mikage, who was more easily tempted by a boy than by that boy's older sister. She still represented an aspect of masculinity in her own way, as the logical realist who denies miracles. Likewise, Nanami joins the duels initially to stand in for her brother, and leaves when she is confronted by how damaging the system is to the very people it's supposed to protect.
I wondered if perhaps Utena was never meant to join the duels. If Dios had meant to find Touga and Saionji on that particular day, and stumbled on Utena because they did. If Utena joining and winning the duels was never part of Akio's plan, and that's why he, and all the others, are so perplexed by her and never figure out how to get the better of her. Akio tries to force her into the role of 'Girl' because all he knows is playing the role of 'Man', and what else is a man supposed to do with a girl besides protect her or seduce her?
Utena succeeds because, for all her talk about wanting to be a prince to rescue girls, she gives up that roleplay and acts of of genuine love and compassion. She succeeds in besting the Rose Bride's curse because she doesn't approach it like a man, trying to seduce, fight, or logic her way through, but by loving Anthy and by having the compassion to want to end her pain.
Utena is still very much about smashing the patriarchy (literally in the case of Adolescence), but in its own way it also artfully deconstructs the ways in which patriarchy hurts men too, by limiting the roles available to them. Utena offers an alternative to the masculine roles of warrior, lover, intellectual and cynic, as well as to the feminine role of princess. The student council recognise it in the end, but Akio never does, because he is so utterly stuck in his role. That's why Anthy gets to leave at the end, telling him he's the one that's trapped, because Utena showed her that she, and we, can choose our own roles.
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Two tries, One success
[Gepard Landau x gn!reader]
Working as the manager of Mechanical Fever's famous bassist isn't as bad of a job as many would think. Serval originally wanted an assistant to sort out her workshop's data, but after seeing how you matched energies with her, she offered the position as Mechanical Fever's assistant not long after being hired.
It's good; your pay doubled and your boss is great as a friend and as an employer. It's been a year since working for Serval and you've never looked back in regret. You even got the chance to befriend her younger brother, Gepard.
Although recently, the two siblings have been acting strange.
At first Serval asked about your type, you answered the question by saying blonde, since at the time you find a blonde hair color attractive.
Then only a day later, Serval had to 'take leave' in the middle of the day; saying that Pela asked to meet her regarding some scheduling with rehearsals. Despite you not remembering Pela mentioning anything of the sort when seeing her yesterday...
Since she is your boss, you brushed it off. The workshop doesn't have days where an influx of clients would come in anyway. Additionally, current clients' orders are all finished and it's just a waiting game for any of them to pick their items up.
No Serval, no work, not even cleaning. The only thing moderately interesting is the plant you brought here as decoration for Serval.
In conclusion; you were bored as hell that day.
Which is why when the door opened, your body straightened up as a reflex; thinking it's one of the clients. Surprisingly, you were met with the sight of Serval's younger brother. A rush of excitement and joy hit you, almost subconsciously.
"Gepard? Serval didn't mention you coming here," you pointed out. As captain of the silvermane guards, he's usually busy with work. "Did you left something last week?"
The blonde didn't answer right away, in fact his eyes are looking at everything but you. "No, uhm, Is my sister not here?" Gepard asked, finally turning towards you.
"Nah, she said Pela wanted to talk to her urgently earlier," you answered. "I can tell her you're here though," you raised your phone as a way to tell Gepard how you could tell Serval about his visit.
"That... isn't necessary," he almost stammered, even to the point where you noticed. "Did my sister bring that in?" Gepard pointed to the plant beside you.
"I did actually. This old fella' looks like it fits in this place," your hand grabbed the small plant's pot, shaking it lightly as if it's talking. Using a voice for the plant, you began to talk for it like a puppet. "That's right, it was so cold out there."
Gepard chuckled at your antics, "you must take good care of it." He heard you hum in response, "if your sister did, she might sing it rock music for bedtime."
After you placed the pot back down, Gepard took a deep breath before spilling his true intention. "Are you perhaps busy this Saturday?" The Landau sibling had a light red dusting on his cheek, something blocked by the darker lighting of Nevermore workshop.
You raised an eyebrow at him in interest. Saturday... Mechanical Fever shouldn't be having any performances that day and the workshop is closed; leaving you with an open spot. "I'm not, why'd you ask?"
"I was wondering if we could..." Gepard's word trailed away, his blue eyes looking at yours with a strange gaze. It's beautiful, his eyes, like the carved geomarrow at the Everwinter Monument, but somehow more beautiful. It's mezmerizing, truly.
"...could teach me about plant management. I've been trying to take care of mine as a hobby, but they don't usually end well," Gepard finishes his sentence.
The room stayed quiet for a moment, though in Gepard's mind it's louder than all the concerts he's seen his sister performs. The silence ended when you chuckled, then laughed.
"Sorry sorry," you managed to muffled out. "It's just, Serval's been mentioning your 'hobby' for awhile and I didn't expect you to come to me for help," you leaned back against the chair with your arms crossed, "How about at noon here? I can ask Serval about opening the workshop for the day, sure she wouldn't mind if it's for you."
Gepard straightened his posture as a reflex, though his face does hold a certain embarassment that you didn't pick up. "Sure, I'll be glad," he smiled. "I think I'll have to go now, my break isn't long."
The blonde leaves the workshop in a hurry, not even hearing your words of parting. You found it strange how he behaved that day, and many days after to be exact.
The second time one of the Landau siblings acted weird was when Mechanical Fever's performance had just ended. Many people were asking for a photo or even signatures of the bandmates, especially Serval.
Since it all had technically wrapped up, you sat by the bench nearby to recharge from watching a fun yet exhausting performance. The air of overworld's Belobog is much colder in the evening, even with geomarrow heaters everywhere.
Your hand rubbed against eachother for heat and friction. It'll only be a short while until the band properly wraps up and have a little celebration in Serval's workshop. Though that short while felt like eternity when all you could feel is the eternal winter's air saying 'fuck you warmth!'
"You okay there?"
You looked up to see the familiar charming captain, his face full of worry. The thought of Gepard worrying made you conflicted to wether feel happy or guilty. "Yeah, just chilly," you responded, bringing your heated hands to your face for more warmth.
"You didn't bring a jacket?" Gepard asked, sitting right beside you. "It's usually not this cold at the evening, but winter has its ways."
"Well fuck whoever made this winter," whilst rubbing your hands again, you slipped out a few words of annoyance at the current state of temperature. Realizing the rudeness, you couldn't help but feel guilty, "sorry."
"It's fine but," Gepard looks at your sorry state and thought about it for a moment, leaving you to wonder what's in his pretty little head. Your thoughts stopped when he took off the white and blue scarf of his uniform and slid it around yours.
"Here."
You wanted asked what was he doing before feeling the heat. It's so... warm. Is this what he feels everytime going in the fragmentums filled with cold air? No wonder he could stand in a fight for so long, this thing is comfortable.
"You are an actual lifesaver, Landou," your almost trembling voice muttered, quickly relishing in the warmth that his scarf had given you. Gepard on the other hand felt his eyes being stuck on your figure; the snow of Belobog definitely made you look more ethereal than usual.
Gepard took a few moments before the spur of the moment outweighs his worries. "A new place opened up near Goethia hotel, I was wondering--"
"(y/n)! Hurry up, we're heading to Serval's," the pianist of Mechanical Fever yelled out, uncaring of the other people surprised at his sudden voice.
As the assistant of the band, you were already used to this by now. The blonde beside you is not used to it; and if that pianist is a fragmentum monster, he would've thrown a punch right then and there.
"Sorry, could you say that again?" you tried to ignore the pianist's wails, focusing on Gepard more considering he's not yelling at you.
"Right," Gepard coughed to ease himself back in the moment, "this wednesday, I was wondering if--"
"(y/n)!"
You winced in annoyance as that pianist's voice filled the streets of the district. Seriously, you hope Serval can knock some sense into the guy about the great knowledge that is patience. Seeing as he would probably keep yelling your name until you yield, your priorities had to change.
"Sorry, Gepard, could you continue that another time? I'm afraid a certain someone wouldn't shut their mouth if I don't come," you scoffed, side-eyeing the person in annoyance. Gepard looks at you with disappointment, a face you've never seen before.
"It's fine," the blonde answered, though when he sees you start taking off his scarf, his gloved hand prevented you from properly taking it off. "Just take it, you'll get cold on the way."
You raised an eyebrow at him unsurely, "... won't you get in trouble for giving this to a civilian?"
Gepard shook his head, instead gently tightening the scarf. "I have another at home," he brushed it off before backing away from you. "I'll... see you on another day."
The next day, you overheard a few guards talking about their Captain Landau; and how he seems to be missing a part of his uniform.
The third time is when Serval asked a specific question when you two were working. A client had given her an antique click to fix earlier on, the device taking over Serval's focus for the past two hours. You on the other hand had to sort out this month's profits and data regarding clients and business related items you two bought for the month.
"Say, what do you think of silvermane guards?" the blonde bassist asked you before extending her hand up to you expecting a tool. You naturally took the screwdriver and gave it to her, eyes still focused on the laptop.
"They're... fine," you answered. "What's with the random question?" Serval shrugged her arm, taking off her glasses as she leaned back and rested her eyes. Another fixing job for a complex antique done, it's amazing how someone could keep an object for a long time without realizing the broken gears it has.
"Everytime we go out to buy parts, you always glanced at the silvermane groups when they passed," the flinch coming from you became an answer to her assumption. Serval leaned on the table in front of her, blue eyes scanning you for any hints, "Interested in one of 'em?"
Seeing as lying would get you nowhere with the engineer, you took shaky breath, "just one."
Serval's eyes lit up like stars, "No way! Care to spill?" you averted your eyes from your boss' enthusiasm, finger tapping on the wood as a way to calm yourself. Even if she is your friend, it doesn't ease the nervousness.
"Well..." your voice trailed out.
"And what was the answer?"
Serval sighed, "said I knew the person." Her younger brother slumped down, tapping his feet for every half a second. "C'mon, we narrowed it down to a blonde and a silvermane guard I know! That's a pretty good chance," Serval tried to cheer him up, which sadly didn't do much.
"That doesn't narrow it down to one person," Gepard pointed out. At first, he noticed you sneaking glances when he was ordering guards near Belobog's alleyways. It gave him a hope that maybe this isn't unrequited; a hope that's lost the longer he thought about it.
"Maybe I should cancel it, I can't ruin our friendship because of this."
Serval smacked her brother's head lightly in a scolding manner. "Hey, I thought us Landau are hardworking and determined. You can't just give up now," she reminded him.
Even if Gepard's hesitance did stop for a moment, it didn't stop him from feeling nervous. Serval waited for her brother to speak up, her arm crossed on her chest. Gepard recalled how long he had been trying a confession, four weeks. Four grueling weeks and three tries of trying to ask you out in any way he could think of only to fail each time.
The first time he got too nervous when looking at your eyes gazing at him. The fear of rejection and making that look turn into something bad made him scared.
The second time one of Mechanical Fever's band members interrupted him. Maybe it's The Aeon of Preservation's way of telling him fate doesn't allow this to happen.
It's complicated; so many variables that caused him to worry over what ifs. For starters, his sister is your boss, then he might not even be your type personality wise. Gepard is usually a confident person, but something about you just makes him nervous all the sudden.
"What am I supposed to do?" Gepard asked, wanting some kind of advice from his carefree older sister. Serval sighed, leaning against her table to wrack an idea from her head.
"Tomorrow morning, I asked (y/n) to take care of the workshop since I have plans with some friends," she told him, "Try shooting your shot then, and don't chicken out this time."
Gepard thought about Serval's idea, ultimately considering it a good enough plan. "Sounds great. Thank you, sister," Gepard stood up properly after giving his appreciation to Serval.
A part of him feels guilty for falling with his sister's assistant. He didn't even realize he's falling for someone until he's already too late.
The blonde sighed, he can only pray to Qlipoth that you won't hate him for this.
After Gepard said his goodbyes to Serval, the cold air of Belobog hits him. Thankfully, his uniform made it so he's not feeling cold, but usually geomarrow heaters around the city would lessen the drop in temperature. He should've told his sister to fix the broken heater outside.
Unbeknownst to him, you were just done buying flowers from the shop near Nevermore workshop. Your hand clenched onto the bouquet of flowers hard as you noticed a familiar blonde in front of Serval's workshop.
The dark lighting that roams Belobog's night made it so he probably didn't realize it's you there. Even so, he did hear footsteps approaching him. "Gepard! Didn't expect to run into you," you greeted him.
"Oh, (y/n), hi. I was just visiting my sister," Gepard answered, your voice instantly making him nervous. He noticed the item you're carrying; a bouquet of sunshine flowers. From his hours of studying how to do gardening as a hobby, he also learned some of the meaning of flowers.
Sunshine is a flower that means "warmth and love of light" for the people of Belobog. He doesn't know if you knew what those flowers mean, but something inside his mind is causing him to feel scared.
Though, remembering you were still here, Gepard quickly swallowed that feeling in favor of being your friend. "Are you heading home?" Gepard asked, receiving a nod from you.
"Yeah, gotta take care of the workshop tomorrow," your hand held the bouquet slightly tighter. "Actually, do you mind walking me to my house?" your voice had a hint of hesitance to it. "I... still have your scarf from last time."
Gepard smiled at your worries. Yes, he did get questioned by his superiors about it before being given another scarf, but honestly, he didn't mind it since it results in your comfort. "You don't have to worry about that, I have another one."
"No!"
The sudden change of tone caught Gepard off guard, as you usually never raised a voice unless it's needed. Looking at your regretful expression and the hand nearing your mouth made Gepard think it wasn't fully intentional on your side either.
"Sorry, it's just," your words came into a stutter. "I want to take a walk with you tonight, is that possible?"
Gepard didn't know what to say in an instant, almost stuttering himself. Though, he does answer fast in fear you might think he feels reluctant to. "Of course," he answered, "Shall we go, then?"
"Yeah," you swallowed a lump in your throat and walked closer to the captain.
The walk is a relaxing one. Due to Jarilo-IV's eternal winter, weather at night have always been colder than at day; even with the heaters. Droplets of snow covered the both of you as the walk continued. Gepard is the first to break the silence, bringing up the flowers he noticed.
"Those are sunshine flowers, right?" he asked. "Yeah, I bought it for a friend," your voice almost seemed to hesitate on the last word. "It means love and warmth from what I remember."
Hearing you say that gives the knowledge to Gepard that you know the meaning of it, and if you're giving it to a friend then it means you feel some sort of love or warmth for the friend. That left a bitter taste in his mouth when he thinks about it.
"Warmth and love of light," Gepard added, when he sees your eyes looking at him in curiosity he felt the need to explain. "I've read some additional details when learning how to do gardening."
If it weren't for the barely lit street lamps, he would've been caught with a red face. "Love, huh..." your muttering were loud enough for Gepard to hear. "Have you ever been confessed to?"
Your question made Gepard wonder what to answer. If he were to say yes, does that lower the chances of you accepting his confession. But if he were to say no, would you really believe him?
"A few times, though I never really accepted them," Gepard side-eyed you, trying to pinpoint any kind of reaction. He could see your hand holding onto the bouquet tight, even so he doesn't know if it's due to nervousness or just from the cold.
"I see," your voice trailed out. The walk continued on quietly, but it's not awkward per se.
For Gepard, his mind is clouded with doubt for tomorrow's plan. If he were to be planning a confession, he would ask for some kind of advice from someone he knows well. For him it was Serval, but maybe for you it's him.
Before either of you could realize it, you two are already in front of your home. "Looks like we're here," Gepard said unsurely. He isn't exactly sure if you would give back his scarf or not, considering he rejected the offer earlier.
"Right," you took a deep breath before turning to face the blonde, your movements as stiff as a robot. Your hand held onto the bouquet with shaking fingers, eyes unsure where to look but eventually locking to Gepard's blue ones.
After a moment of silence and you biting your lips to form words, any words, you finally spoke.
"You are a wonderful person to be around, I always enjoy talking to you even if it's just for a few minutes," your voice is low, scared even. The fear of losing someone causing hesitation between each words spoken.
"And you might feel otherwise, but fuck, I want to be selfish just this once." You took in another breath of air to prepare yourself. Your arms extended towards Gepard, offering him the bouquet of flowers. "I like you, like really like you."
Your voice trembled, but not because of the coldness in the air but the warmth that slowly crept up to your head. Heartbeat going louder than any of Serval's performances.
Gepard's own state isn't far different than yours. His mind slowly processed your words as his cheeks is engulfed in a light pink hue. For almost a month he was worried every time he thought about it; head slamming against the wall thinking on what to say and what to do for a confession.
"It seems you did what I was planning to do."
His hand took the flowers, happiness written all over his face expressed by a soft and endearing smile. "I feel the same way, for awhile now to be exact," Gepard took a deep breath before letting out small chuckles of his own.
"Sorry, its just nice to see that I'm not alone," his admittance made you laugh yourself. It's good that your house doesn't have many street lamps in front of it, or else the two of you might've been exposed for the redness in both of your faces.
It's strange. Just a moment ago the cold air of Belobog had started to settle in, but now all you could feel is the wamrth coming from your own face. Though, after properly processing Gepard's reponse you realized the opportunity laid properly at this moment.
"I have a ticket-- sorry, two tickets, to the Golden Theater next week at 12. If you're free, we could go together," your voice came back happily, glee and excitement coming from the tone.
"Like a date?"
Your eyes lit up as Gepard continued it for you, hearing it as a confirmation that he might be okay with the idea. "Yeah, like a date."
"Of course, I would love to," Gepard answers, his beautiful smile still brightly seen even with the dark lighting. Your face mirrored his, still nervous as hell, but happily nervous.
Realizing the time, you felt bad for making Gepard stand in front of your home for so long. "Great! I'll see you another day then," you argued with yourself for a few moments before going with the nervous adrenaline telling you what impulses to do.
Matching yourself to Gepard's height, you dropped a small kiss on his cheek; causing the blonde to be caught off guard as his face heats up more.
"Can't wait for next week," you muttered loud enough for him to hear before bolting to your door to avoid any chances that he'll see your state; an obvious nervous wreck. As you entered your own home, mumbles of questions leaves your mind, all relating to your actions not even a minute ago.
Meanwhile, Gepard is left still in front of your home dumbfounded and processing what had just happened. His eyes darted to the bouquet again; yellow petals looking back at him, giving him hope for what comes in the future.
#i got gepard for the guaranteed standard roll#kinda disappointed at first bc I wanted Bronya or Welt#BUT HE FUCKING CARRIED ME THROUGH THE WHOLE GAME MAN#seele + landou sibling combo op#warmed up to him after that#gepard x reader#gepard honkai starrail#honkai starrail#gepard x male reader#gepard honkai x reader#honkai starrail x male reader#honkai starrail x gn reader#gepard x gn reader#☆works
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Young love never lasts (Pedri x Reader)
**You know, sometimes I get requests and they sort of write themselves. This is one of those. Written in like two sittings and very cute, I think. A little childhood friends to lovers I was requested yesterday. Enjoy ❤️**
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If there was something you were sure of, it was that you would never have a boyfriend. Or so you thought when you were 8.
Parents, grandparents, friends, …all obsessed over their theories of which kids could get married in the future because they looked so cute together. For you, there was only one option. And it was Pedri. You never liked playing with the boys because they were so mean to you, but Pedri wasn’t. At first, he didn’t want the other kids to see you together because they mocked him but over time, he stopped caring. He liked you, so they could think whatever they wanted about your friendship.
So everyone talked about what great friends you were and how adorable you looked together.
“Look at them holding hands”, giggled your mum one day. “Maybe they’re playing boyfriend and girlfriend”.
You weren’t. You were just walking over a pretty uneven area and held hands so you wouldn’t fall. But from that moment on, you never held Pedri’s hand again whenever someone was around.
Time made things easier. In high school, many of the mean kids were gone and no one cared about you two being friends. But your girlfriends teased you.
“Come on, he’s cute. You have to like him. You’re together all the time”.
“I don’t”, you would always say.
And you meant it. He was your friend. Your best friend. But that was it. Not that you liked any other boys but…you definitely didn’t like him.
For Pedri, it was a whole different story. He had always liked you as a friend and nothing else. But then puberty hit and he started to see you in a different light. His brother told him it was probably just the hormones. He would be attracted to every girl. But he wasn’t. He liked a few girls just because they were pretty but it was different when it came to you. He truly liked you. But he never told you about it for fear of scaring you.
He feared losing you if he told you about his feelings. But despite not telling you, he lost you anyway.
“Hey”, you greeted him one morning when you saw him outside of class.
“Hi. Where were you this morning? I was waiting for you and…”.
“I don’t think we should walk to school together anymore, Pedri”.
“Why?”
“I’ve kept a secret from you. I have a boyfriend. And I just don’t think I should spend as much time with you. Like, you’re just my friend but you’re a boy. What if that makes him uncomfortable?”
Pedri didn’t know what hurt more. It should be that you had a boyfriend. That you had finally shown interest in a boy and it wasn’t him. But that wasn’t the most painful part. It was that you wanted to stop hanging out with him. How could he cope with losing you completely?
It turned out he couldn’t. Everyone could see how sad he was, including you. The difference was that everyone else knew he was sad because you were dating someone who wasn’t Pedri. You just thought he missed you as a friend.
“Why are you so sad, darling?”, asked him his mum when she couldn’t wait any longer. She tried to give him space and allow him to talk to her when he felt ready but he wasn’t going to. And she couldn’t stand seeing her little boy looking so sad.
“Has your heart ever been broken?”
“Yes. When I was around your age. Why do you ask that?”
“Because I think mine is broken too”, he admitted, embarrassed.
“I heard about the boyfriend news…I’m so sorry, honey. But you’ll get over it. That’s teenage love. It feels like nothing you’ll ever feel will be able to match this intensity, but then you realise it was just an overreaction”.
“I don’t think it is…”.
No mother wants to see her children cry, so when Pedri’s tears started to fall, she hugged him tightly. “You say that now because it’s too raw. You’re feeling too much. But you’ll be fine soon. I promise. And I’m here to look after you, ok?”
“Ok”, he nodded. But he didn’t believe what his mum was saying.
Because it wasn’t true. The pain never truly left but it became easier to deal with it. And easier to hide it. Pedri kept waiting for the moment when you came back to him. Even if you still were dating that asshole, who was actually very nice and seemed to be making you very happy. But to Pedri, he was always going to be an asshole.
Still, he waited for you to try and be his friend again. But you never did. Not even when he got his big move to Barcelona. It seemed like the whole island was there to celebrate but you weren’t. You were away on a trip with your boyfriend and couldn’t say goodbye to your old friend before he left to try and make his dream come true.
“Who are you looking for?”, asked him his dad when he saw him looking around all the guests that had gathered there for his farewell party.
“No one. I was just trying to memorize how everything and everyone looks before leaving”.
“Well, you’ll be back. No need to be so dramatic”, laughed his dad before leaving Pedri there alone.
But he felt like being dramatic because you weren’t there. And he was afraid he was never going to see you again.
**
The years passed and so many of the things you thought you’d never do changed. Never having a boyfriend? Right. You definitely changed your opinion about that. After dating the same guy during your high school years, you broke up because uni life showed you maybe you weren’t as perfect for each other as you once thought. And after that, you dated a couple of guys casually. But always felt like that wasn’t you. You wanted what you had during high school. A serious committed relationship. But needed to find the right person for it.
You also said you would never cut your hair short after your mum forced you to do it every summer until you were 11 and refused to get a super short haircut every year. And you were never going to live in mainland Spain. You were an island girl, what were you supposed to do there?
Yet there you were, 20 years old and getting a gorgeous bob haircut, that everyone told you was incredibly flattering on you, right before moving to Barcelona. We all say a lot of things when we are kids and then do otherwise. It wasn’t just you.
"You've got to be kidding me".
Maybe you had a point about not living in mainland Spain. Ever since you landed in Barcelona, it had been disaster after disaster.
One of the wheels of your suitcase broke, so moving it around proved to be a bit tricky. And a lot painful. Your arm was going to be so sore the next day. Finding a taxi wasn't easy either because the drivers were on strike, so only a few of the ones parked at the airport were working.
And when you finally made it to the hotel you had to stay in until you found an apartment, you saw that it had been closed because some pipes broke and the rooms were inhabitable.
"What am I supposed to do?"
You sat down on a bench near the hotel and tried to think of what your next step should be. There was the company you were going to work for. They could maybe help you. They knew Barcelona better than you.
But first, you needed to find another taxi. A man told you where to go and on your way there, another suitcase wheel broke.
"Have I been cursed?"
Fernando, Pedri's brother, was walking near you and he turned to look at you when he heard the familiar accent from Canarias.
"Need any help?", he asked you and when you looked up, your eyes widened. "Hello?"
"Fernando?"
"How do you know my name…right, are you my brother's fan?"
"I wouldn't say I'm a fan", you chuckled. "You don't remember me?"
He stared at you for a couple of seconds. You looked familiar. Very familiar.
"Imagine me being this height", you said, pointing out how short you were when you were 12. "With longer hair and your brother by my side".
"No way…what are you doing here?"
"Living a nightmare, apparently", you sighed and Fer asked you to elaborate.
It felt good to just rant and have someone to talk to after such a horrible day.
"I mean, you could come stay with us".
"By us, you mean…".
"Yeah".
"I don't think he'd want me in his house. I hurt him a lot, Fernando. I just left him for a boy when he was my best friend. I noticed the way he glared at me a few times. I'm not welcome there. I'll just find another hotel but I appreciate the offer".
"Nonsense. We're all adults now. And I can't leave you alone in a city you barely know carrying that suitcase that's about to fall apart. Come with us. Pedri…he doesn't hate you. Believe me".
You nodded and followed him. It wasn't as if you had a lot of options. And a part of you couldn't believe you were going to see Pedri again. Moving to Barcelona, you hoped you could go see him at a match, maybe. But talking to him? No. That was not an option…until it was.
"Pepi!", screamed Fer when he opened the door to their house. "You're not going to believe what I found! Well, who I found".
"What are you talking about …".
Pedri stopped walking down the stairs to stare at you. And you stared back. No matter how many times you had seen him in photos and on the TV, nothing prepared you for how much he had changed. He was the same Pedri you knew but he was also not a 14-year-old boy anymore.
"Hi", you said, shily.
"How are you here?"
"How about we offer our guest a drink and we catch up?"
Both you and Pedri nodded and followed his brother to the kitchen, where they made you a cup of warm coffee you very much needed.
"Isn't Nacho here with you?"
That was the question Pedri had wanted to ask since he saw you.
"No, we broke up a while ago".
"Oh. Sorry", he lied.
"It's ok. Young love never lasts".
He tried to laugh when you did but didn't feel like it. Because his love for you was young love too and it very much lasted.
Pedri never forgot about you but what was the point of dwelling on those feelings when the only thing he achieved was hurting himself even more? So he pretended you didn't exist. But then he would think about anything that reminded him of you and the feelings came back immediately.
That was the case then but he believed it was justified since you were sitting in his kitchen, drinking from his favourite mug and talking to him. When was the last time that happened? Too long ago, that was when.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Well, Barcelona is big so I'll find another hotel and just stay there. I hope I get my money back from the other reservation I had but I'll worry about that tomorrow. I'm too tired".
"Stay here", he said, not allowing himself time to think about the pros or cons.
"You don't have to offer…".
"I know. But I want to. We're childhood friends, right?"
You nodded before looking away. "I'm sorry".
"For what?"
"Leaving you when I got a boyfriend".
Fer noticed what type of conversation was about to happen and so he excused himself and left the kitchen.
"It's ok…".
"No, it isn't. It wasn't. Nacho never asked me to do it, you know? He was never jealous or anything. I think in a way it pissed me off he wasn't? Like, aren't you worried when the whole island is obsessed with saying my best friend and I are secretly in love with each other? I always hated those bullshit rumours".
"Yeah. Same", he said, feeling his heart break again at the confession that you really never saw him as more than a friend.
"It's no excuse but I think that's what made me want to separate myself from you. People trying to push us together. If something had to happen, it should have been natural. Not forced, you know?"
He nodded. That made sense. He actually hated those comments too. They felt too invasive. And he noticed you moving away from him every time someone said something along those lines.
"Well, now I blamed everyone else for my mistakes, I'll say it again. I'm sorry I hurt you".
"Thank you for apologizing. It was actually really hard to go through that. I guess I was just young and overreacting", he tried to joke, remembering his mum's words.
You smiled at him and that was confirmation that his feelings for you were still the same.
"I thought about talking to you again so many times. Nacho even told me to. But I just knew you hated me…".
"I didn't hate you", how could you think that?
"I saw the way you looked at me. There was hatred in your eyes and it hurt because I never thought you capable of such feelings but…I deserved it. It's fine".
"I didn't hate you", he repeated. "I was probably just trying not to look too sad around you and God knows what my face looked like then. Everyone always told me about how sad I looked because you left me and I hated it. I wanted to look tough. I see it worked wonders".
You laughed and also felt relieved. No matter how much you thought you deserved to be hated by Pedri. You didn't want him to hate you.
"Right", he said, clearing his throat and getting up. "Now you know I don't hate you, let me take you to the guest room".
"You sure?"
"You still didn't tell me why you're here so I'll keep you around until we fully catch up at least", he joked.
When you finished your coffee, you followed him to the room.
"This house is bigger than your parents', huh? Well, the one we used to go to. I know they have a bigger one now. It's a bit sad. So many good memories of the old one".
"I know", Pedri was happy to be able to provide his parents with everything they could ask for and then some. But he missed their old house. Partly because of all the memories you two made there.
"But this one is nice too. Different but…I guess you've changed".
"So have you. The hair?"
That made you chuckle. "I wanted a dramatic change and I just did this. I don't know. I didn't think much about it. Hair grows back".
"It looks good on you".
"Thank you. You look great too".
That made Pedri pause. You had never spoken about him in that way. Back when you were still friends, you were still team "boys are disgusting". So he didn't know how to take the compliment.
"Thanks. I…I haven't really done much lately because of the injury. I need to shave and…".
"Don't. I mean, facial hair looks great on you. You should keep it".
He nodded, silently planning on throwing away every shaving product he had in the house.
It was crazy how, even after six years of not speaking to each other, you could go back to feeling so comfortable in each other's presence so quickly.
"I'll find some sheets for the bed. I can help you make it".
"That'd be great".
"So, what kind of job did you get here?", asked Pedri while passing you some of the bed sheets.
"It's a tech company. It's supposed to be one of the best in the country so it's very exciting".
"You work at the best company while I play for the best team".
"Debatable. But we're not going to argue about football now. I'm too tired".
You rolled your shoulders and touched the right one, trying to massage it a bit to get rid of the pain.
"You alright?"
"Yeah. It was just the travelling and then the suitcase", you laughed. "The wheels are supposed to be there to help us carry the weight so when they break…".
"There's a bath in this room. Why don't you take one and then I can find one of the creams I use for muscular pain. They help a lot".
"That sounds amazing. Thank you".
"Actually, go run the bath. I'll finish making the bed".
You both had moved to put the sheet in place and were now standing next to each other. When Pedri moved back to get one of the blankets, you grabbed his arm to stop him.
"You don't have to. It doesn't hurt that much".
"It's fine".
He didn't know how to react to you touching him after all these years. And the thing was, you didn't know how to react either. Why did it feel so different than it had back when you were children? Was it because of how much time had passed? It was probably that.
Not wanting to overthink too much after such a weird day, you went to the bathroom to get everything ready for the bath. The warm water soothed your muscles and relaxed you so much, that it was hard to stay awake. But you also didn't want to stay there for too long since you were just a guest. And not even one that had been properly invited.
Searching your suitcase for something comfy to wear, you found a pair of shorts and a matching top and just put it on before going down the stairs.
"Guys? Where are you?"
"Here!", said Pedri, coming out of the living room so you could see him. "Feeling better?"
"So much better", you smiled.
"I have the cream if you want to put some on now".
You joined Pedri in his living room and took the cream from his hand. It said on the box that you had to apply a small amount and massage it into the skin. So you put some product on the tip of your fingers and started to do that but…it was really uncomfortable.
"Dinner will be ready in 10", said Fer. "Do you need help with that?"
"Maybe", you admitted.
"Fer can do it", said Pedri quickly, “he helps me when I can't reach the injured area".
"My hands are dirty from cooking, sorry. You do it".
Pedri shook his head seeing his brother run away back to the kitchen. He could be so obvious sometimes.
"Can you do it, please?"
He nodded and you turned so your back was to him. There was already cream on your shoulder but he took a bit more and started to apply it. "Where does it hurt the most?"
You took his hand and moved it to the area that needed the massage the most. And Pedri kept massaging your skin, even if it was so hard to be this close to you and a simple shoulder massage felt so intimate somehow. But he just thought about how it meant literally nothing to you and it helped. A bit.
However, he was wrong. Because you were once again overthinking why his touch was affecting you so much. The cream was supposed to numb the area to help with the pain. But you also felt your brain was numb because you couldn't process anything that was going on.
"Thank you", you told him, turning your head to see him but he only looked away.
"No problem. Let's go eat. You must be starving".
Fer was also there during dinner, and Pedri used him as a shield almost. For his feelings. And you…you really understood how much you must have hurt him all those years ago. Because seeing him ignore you at times, it was really painful. Not that you could complain but still.
When you woke up the next morning, you found Fer having breakfast alone.
"Is Pedri still sleeping?"
"No, he had to leave early for training".
"Oh, right. Um…I got a message from my hotel. They're moving us to another one while everything is repaired so I'll go there later. I kind of hoped I could say goodbye to Pedri and thank him for letting me stay here".
"Who says you can't? You'll be living in the same city. You know where he lives…there is time to thank him and to talk. To be friends again, maybe?"
That idea had been in your head all night. You barely slept and just kept overthinking.
"I don't think he wants to be my friend".
"No, he always wanted to be more than your friend. Probably still does".
"What?"
You had heard the comments. Of course, you had. But why pay them any attention? You had your boyfriend and were living your life away from Pedri's. Who cared if it was true he had feelings for you?
Now, however, you did care.
"Do you want me to be honest with you?"
You nodded. "Of course".
"If you're just going to play with his feelings and hurt him again, then leave and don't come back. But I noticed the way you looked at him yesterday. And having you back in his life would mean everything to my brother".
"I never liked him like that…".
"But?"
"But maybe I do now?"
Fer smiled, happy to see he had read the situation well. "Then give it a try. What's the worst that could happen?"
"I hurt him again?"
"That's a risk we take with all relationships. It shouldn't be the reason why you don't do it".
Pedri had also been overthinking your unexpected return to his life. That's why he left earlier than he should in the morning. He couldn't face you even if that made him a coward. He needed time.
His brother texted him saying you had a hotel to go to and that you'd be gone by lunchtime. And that he'd have dinner ready for when Pedri came back from some photoshoots he had to do for sponsors.
"Fer?", he called when he got back home. But got no answer. "Ok".
Pedri walked to the dining room, seeing that the lights were on. But he didn't find his brother there, he found you.
"I thought you had left".
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No".
You finally smiled. This was so nerve-wracking. "Fer made some dinner for us. So we can talk. Sit down, it'll get cold".
Pedri sat down and put some food on his plate, seeing you do the same. "Talk about what?"
"Us".
Such a small word that was. Us. But what did it mean in this context?
"I already, sort of, tried to explain the lame reasons why I pushed you away once. I don't want that to happen again. But would understand if you wanted me gone".
"I don't", he said quickly. "I didn't back then. And I don't now".
"Good", you smiled at him, making him smile too. "Also, our parents, grandparents, neighbours, etc might have been right"
"In which way?"
"Maybe it was just a matter of time before we realised we liked each other".
Pedri was so shocked by your admission, he knocked the glass with his elbow and spilled all the water on the table and the floor.
"Crap! Sorry!"
You bit your lip so you wouldn't laugh at his clumsiness and got up to help him.
"I got it", he said, putting more paper cloth on top of the water to absorb it and making a mess.
"Do it like this", you told him, putting your hand on his and moving it to clean the table properly. "You always needed me to hold your hand. How did you cope these past years?"
"I didn't".
"Well, that's about to change. If you want it to change".
"I do", he said, sealing the promise with the kiss he had dreamed about for a decade.
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Monsters under the Bed
Summary: when John tells you a ghost story at night, you’re to scared to sleep on your own, so you run to your favourite brother
A/N: Once upon a time, I showed my youngest sister this interview with Charles Manson and she refused to sleep alone for a few nights. Subtly, she reminded me of this again yesterday, which gave me the idea for this fluffy little fic ☺️
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You were far too old to be scared of monsters.
John was the craziest out of all the siblings and everyone knew if. He could imitate madness perfectly, maybe even a little too perfectly. So, when he’d suggested you’d exchange ghost stories, you really should’ve known better.
Sitting up on your bed in the smallest bedroom in Watery Lane, you’d told the first story. And then it was John’s turn, and then yours again. And with a rivalry as old as time, you each tried to trump the other. You told him of the old legends of witches and monsters and he, in turn, told you the most gruesome stories he could tell. You’d spend the better part of the evening sitting together, giggling like children, until he’d told his final story.
“Are you scared?” he’d asked with a smug face. But you had quickly shaken your head and had told him to piss off. But John had smirked again, “You look scared.”
When he’d left your room, you’d quickly buried your head beneath the blankets and tried to get the images out of your head. Because as soon as he started telling you about the mass murderer that used to roam Small Heath, who used to cut off people’s noses and ears and skin them alive, your mind had painted a very vivid image of it all. And in the dark, it haunted you.
You shook your head angrily and tried to sleep, but it wouldn’t come. Every time you closed your eyes, you could see the monster from John’s stories approaching you. “I’m thirteen!” you told yourself angrily, “I’m too old to be scared of monsters!”
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The next morning, you slouched down at the table during breakfast for lack of sleep.
“What’s with you?” Ada asked, not quite full of compassion.
“Nothing,” you grumbled in reply.
Your sister raised an eyebrow and continued eating, obviously not believing you.
John walked into the kitchen, cheerful and very well rested. He called out a “Morning!” but you just glared daggers at him.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Ada looked from John to you and explained to him, “Y/N didn’t sleep very well.”
“I’m fine,” you slouched down some more.
But a grin had started to form on John’s face, “Nightmares about scary big men, coming to cut you up in your sleep, was it?”
“John!” Ada called out, reprimanding him.
“What?” he shrugged, “I just told her a bedtime story, about this famous...”
But again, your sister came to your aid and cut him off, “Leave her alone.”
“Not my fault she’s a baby...” John chuckled, as he walked away.
“What’s this?” a low voice demanded from behind you, which made you jump into the air with fright, “John? Did you do this?”
“It’s nothing!” you called out in exasperation. The last thing you wanted was to attract any attention to yourself or talk about the topic some more. “I just didn’t sleep very well, that is all.”
“John’s been telling her bedtime stories again,” Ada told Tommy.
Tommy sighed and shot his brother a warning look. Then he sat down next to you with a worried expression on his face. “Don’t listen to John. It’s probably all lies, eh sweetheart?”
“I’m not a baby.” It came out a lot more pathetic than you had intended.
Ada commented sarcastically, “You are the baby of the family.” And you knew she was right, much to your own annoyance.
“What did John say to you?” Tommy asked, “Go on. Tell your big brother.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you sulked, “It was nothing anyways. I just couldn’t sleep.”
“If it was nothing, why can’t you talk about it?” Once again, Ada was a little too direct for your liking and you rolled your eyes. Tommy glared at her, noticing it too. Soon after Ada left, mumbling, “Fine. Talk to the big brother who does understand.”
So you were left with Tommy in the kitchen, but there was no way you were willing to admit John actually had managed to scare you. Tommy didn’t press the subject, he hardly ever did thank God. And when you told him you had to go to school, he simply said, “You’ll know where to find me when you need me, alright?”
You managed a smile and nodded. Tommy planted a kiss on your forehead and for a moment, you seriously considered telling him everything.
But you didn’t.
*****
That night, you were laying in bed, determined to get yourself over your silly fears. Angrily, you pulled up the blankets and closed your eyes. But the second you did, some unknown man, covered in blood, appeared before your closed lids and your eyes shot open again.
In the dark, you huffed and turned around to face the wall. But then you thought: what if he’s behind me and I can’t see him coming. Suddenly petrified, you were now convinced he was in the room with you. You were practically shaking with fear, but when you did manage to turn around, the room was empty.
“See,” you whispered to yourself, “no one’s here. Get over it!”
But still, you went over to Tommy’s room.
It was the middle of the night, of that much Tommy was certain. He was still half asleep, but could heard the tell-tale signs of someone sneaking into his room, quietly. Carefully, he opened one eye.
Before his eyes could even adjust to the darkness, he knew who it would be. And there it was: the bed dipped slightly and someone nimbly climbed over him. Then he felt gentle tug on his blankets and the warm body of his youngest sibling next to him in the bed.
“Good night,” you whispered, still believing your brother was asleep.
“Good morning,” a startlingly low reply came.
“Tommy!” you spun around and faced him, “I thought I was being quiet!”
Your brother turned around slowly and replied groggily, “About as quiet as the bombs going off at the Somme.”
“Sorry...”
He adjusted himself a little and you waited for the questions to come, but he didn’t say a word. When you were little, you could often be found in one of your brothers’ beds, though it didn’t occur as often anymore. Polly used to say that the Shelby’s weren’t made for sleeping alone, which was true in many ways, but you’d decided a few years back that you were all grown-up now. Your brothers still saw you as a kid, but at thirteen, you no longer felt like a child. Not really.
“Tommy?” you finally asked, “Do you ever have nightmares?”
He cough a short laugh, but didn’t reply. And at once you realised how stupid your question had been, because everyone knew the men never got over the horrors of France. Everyone knew, but no one understood. “I’m sorry,” you apologised quickly.
Tommy looked at you, “You’re having nightmares?”
You thought of John’s story. And you knew it most likely wasn’t true, but you also knew te atrocities men were capable of. That’s what haunted you most of all: the idea that one person could hurt another like that. But instead you just shrugged, “Maybe.”
“Because of what John told you.” It wasn’t a question and there was no need for an answer either, so he continued, “Whatever it was, I’m already awake now, so you might as well tell me, eh?”
“I’m sorry I woke you...” There was no way you were going to burden Tommy with anther blood-covered image.
“You apologise too much,” Tommy locked eyes with you, feigning strictness, “Sorry is now a forbidden word.”
“Sor-... Okay,” you smiled, quickly correcting yourself.
“Good girl,” he smiled back at you. For a gangster, he could be surprisingly soft when it came to his little sister. And when he saw it wasn’t easy for you to talk, he decided to do it for you, “Do you remember when I told you about the witches?”
“The ones that lived in the walls?” you grinned, remembering it well, “Yeah, I do. I used to think I saw them in the mirrors. Scared me to death.”
Tommy nodded for a few seconds, “I really did scare you with those stories.”
You snuggled up a little closer to him. The room was cold, but his bed was warm and familiar. Then you told him, “Yeah, but I was only a baby back then.”
“Is that it, eh?” he asked pointedly, “Being scared makes you a baby?”
“Well, yeah...” you felt yourself getting embarrassed. Tommy was always the easiest to talk to, but at the same time, you wanted to impress him the most as well.
“Well, let me tell you Y/N, those witches or monsters in the walls? I hear them now too. And they give me nightmares every night.”
A few tears started welling up in your eyes. If only you could undo France, that would be your greatest wish. But you couldn’t.
Normally, Tommy took great care not to mention anything about their time in the trenches to you. But right now, it was like his nightmares spilled over into daytime, like an ink stain that seemed to muddy everything. So, he started reminiscing out loud, “In France, I’ve seen grown men cry and call out for their mothers. I’ve seen them go insane with fear and disillusion, all because of those fucking toffs up on top playing toy soldiers with good men. We all cried, Y/N, we cried our fucking eyes out just before going over the top. You’d be an idiot not to be scared.”
You held your breath as he talked and finally said, “Yeah, but that’s different. I never was in any war...”
Tommy wiped away a tear that’d spilled and carefully said, “There’s no shame in being scared, love.”
“Isn’t there?” you sniffled.
“Nope,” Tommy replied decisively, “and I’m right here, eh?”
“But I am too old to be scared of monsters,” you sighed.
A dark expression flitted over Tommy’s face, “Not when they’re real. You do best to remember that: people, real people, are the scariest monsters of them all.”
“You’re not,” you replied at once, sensing what your favourite brother was thinking.
“Some days, I’m not too sure.”
But you emphasised, “But I am. That’s why I came to you. No one comes to see a monster when they’re scared of monsters, right?”
He cleared his throat and nodded slowly. “We don’t deserve you,” he finally said, “and this world we live in, the one we created, is too hard for you.”
“Maybe...” You’d never quite felt at home in Small Heath. In many ways, this world you grew up in was too harsh for you. You were a Shelby and no mistake, but you lacked the cruelty of most people here. But, you weren’t alone: you had your brothers. “I know you’ll protect me.”
“Always,” Tommy confirmed, “Even if it means keeping bloody John away from you.”
You had to laugh at his words, “John’s not so bad.”
“He’s an idiot,” your other brother grumbled, but with some mirth and love in his eyes as well.
Suddenly, you felt tired again, and as you drifted off to sleep, you told Tommy, “I’m glad you’re my brother.”
“So am I, princess,” he confirmed, as he watched over you.
*****
And while you slept, you never noticed John creeping into the room as well. A little anxious, he asked Tommy, “Is she alright?”
“You and your fucking stories. Save them for someone else, eh? Or have you forgotten about France already?”
“I’m sorry, Tom, it was just meant as a joke...”
“Go on,” Tommy urged, remembering when John had been little and scared of monsters as well. Every night, Tommy used to comfort him and they’d developed their own little ritual for it, “Check under the bed.”
John grinned and dipped his head down under the bed. He emerged triumphantly, “All clear, sergeant major.”
“See? Nothing to be scared of.”
John leaned over his brother and looked at you again, “She’s asleep.”
“Let her sleep,” Tommy whispered, “Let her dream of a world without monsters. Without men.”
“But we’ll protect her, right though, Tommy?”
“Yes. We’ll protect each other.”
And for one night only, every Shelby at Watery Lane slept a peaceful and dreamless sleep.
*****
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The gift was overwelming.. it was true your uncle was your first choise... your only one but the animocity between your mothers made it almost imposible for you to talk with your mother in favour of her own brother
You grab the box and walked around the corridora of the home which seen you grow up together and be best friends of a time and then everything was different but her heart never changed
- hi.... - you found him in the library and rise his face from the book looking at you
- hi... y/n...I didnt expected to see you today...
- I come to thank you for your gift...- you put the box beside the book he left on the table...- Although very generous of you uncle I can't accept it
-why not?...- he rise from his chair trying to get closer to you...
- you shouldnt ask that question after your espectacle at dinner yesterday night...- he tried to talk but you raised your hand signaling you havent finished - you called my brothers bastards yesterday and that is something I cant allowed for whoever become my husband, your part of the family is a priority for you Aemond... well mine is for me and I chose Jace and Luke and Joffrey over you or anyone else...
- it wasnt intended that way...I just said they were strong boys what is wrong with that
- everything when your own mother and grandfather has been spreading vile rumors about Ser Harwin Strong and my mother... you even insulted my mother your own sister how can I chose you as my intended when you hold no love for the people I love...
- you think I have no motive to feel nothing but hate for the person responsable for this - he took his eyepatch showing you a beautiful sapphire in place of his left eye...
- I'm so sorry for your eye Aemond I really am... my brother should have been punished that night but he was just a kid
- I was too...
- yes... we all were...- you turn around and left the library leaving an enraged Aemond... he felt rejected again for the last person who expected and that was you
He got out of the library walking in a different direction he saw you turn the corner... his primary goal was to find his mother who was with Rhaenyra, aparently their relationship was mending
- oh Aemond... - Alicent saw her son looking at Rhaenyra...
- I better go to find the children..
- I need to talk with both of you..- he finally said and Rhaenyra looked at her half brother and then to Alicent
You found your brothers who were playing with Helaena's children and you smile sitting beside your aunt - children...- you said refering to Jace and Luke who were playing as kids would do...
- my brother sometimes plays like that with the twins...ans soon he will with your own...- you turn looking at her... your aunt sometime talkes in riddles it was something you never understood but it was somethinf that didnt bother you either
- princess I'm sorry your mother and the queen are requesting your presence in the parlor...
The first one you saw was your mother talking with the queen as you entered the parlor you saw Aemond beside his mother who rised at the look of you
- what is going on?
- y/n darling... come sit down with us... you turn to your mother and sit beside her...
- y/n I learn that Aemond gave you a gift and you refuse it
- you are for real involved the queen and my mother in this...
- y/n!! - Rhaenyra exclaimed
- is true... is because I say no to you favoring my brothers you have to run to your mother ans mine to see if you can win either way
- is not that at all and you know it... you have always been the one I've chosen to be my wife... when your mother anounced you were going to started looking for suitors I wanted to put myself there is not about winning
- then what is it?
- I love you...- the gasp around the table as Alicent and Rhaenyra were still there listening - I've always loved you... and I dont want you to leave ever again not to Dragonstone or anyother place with anyone else... I want to be your husband and you my wife because I can't bare the thought of you leaving again - your eyes soften conciderably as Alicent hold her breath... Rhaenyra still had her doubts to give her only daughter to the greens but she couldn't deny her brother being sincere woth his feelings... - you don't need to say it back.. just don't leave me again
- Aem....- you couldn't even talk... and he got the gift out of one poket opening it up
- with our mothers as witnesses please accept this gift... - accept me you almost heard he really said
- your marriage signified the union of our family... and I believe is due time for that... I refused that posibility once... now things could be so different..
- is alright... our children can be very happy but is still y/n choise...- you looked at your mother, the queen and then to Aemond and you smile holding your hand to him, Aemond had a playfull smirk in his lips taking the ring and place it in your finger
- congratulations to both of you! - you grab into his hand and Aemond smile the first real one you've seen and you realise there was no other choise for you than him
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Progression, Chapter 24 - Preview
When Chay wakes up, he is still in Kim’s arms. It's the second night in a row, which deviates from what has become their usual positions, but Chay has been sleeping pretty soundly despite that.
Although, Kim letting him have an anxiety pill after Ma just snubbed him and Hia may have played a role in last night’s rest. That is proven when Kim strokes his hair, tells him good morning, then gives him some news.
“Your brother stopped in. He said your ma seems to be doing a lot better, was painting, and said she wanted to make brunch for everyone at 10:30.”
Despite that being great news, he still feels confused, “What do you mean, Hia stopped in?”
“He knocked on the door to see if we were up, then came in when I told him to,” Kim says, “He tried waking you. You were out.”
“Shit, I slept through that?” Chay asks, “How?”
“I told you to just take half a pill. They're strong.”
“They can't be that strong,” Chay counters.
“It was strong enough for you to sleep through your brother cooing over you being cuddled by your boyfriend,” Kim says.
“I'm surprised you didn't stop once he started up with that shit,” Chay snorts, although Hia still finding happiness over him and Kim being together makes him feel slightly smug. As much as he approves of and likes the idea of ArmKhun, KimChay is definitely better. Maybe Hia finally realized that.
“You might have woken up if I stopped,” Kim says, “You stirred in your sleep when I got up to take a shower. When I came back, you told me how mad you were that I left, then asked why I wasn't holding you yet.”
“I really don't remember that,” Chay tells him honestly.
“I figured. When I took one of these pills in the infirmary, I apparently told Khun to not bother waking me up because I am unlovable and mean nothing to anyone. Strange, because the pill did calm me down and help me sleep. So I have no idea why that is something I said.”
Chay stays quiet for a moment, then clears his throat, “Maybe because you were going through a really hard time back then. With the pill in your system, you weren't with it enough to try and keep those thoughts to yourself.”
“...Maybe,” Kim says after a beat, then starts to sit up “I should go check on your Ma-”
“How are you doing?”
Kim pauses, “What do you mean?”
“I mean…” Chay starts, then wonders how he can say this. He should have had this conversation yesterday. He wasn't in a place to have it the night Ma’s attempt happened, but should have been working on how to broach the topic with Kim.
“How are you doing after what happened with Ma?” Chay asks more quietly, “You've healed so much and have worked so hard, but I figure something like that could trigger certain…feelings. You were the one who talked with her and calmed her down right after it happened. I don't know how you did that, but you figured out a way to. I just want to make sure you're feeling okay. You still have nights where you get very quiet and withdrawn. I appreciate your help with Ma. So much. You really know how to get through to her. I asked for your help right after we left the restaurant the other night for a reason. But please let me know if it becomes too overwhelming or triggers you. Don't push it aside for my sake or even Ma’s sake. I'd rather know so I can help you too.”
Kim says nothing at first, but Chay expected that. He has caught onto the fact that Kim needs more time to process more emotionally confrontational conversations. Expecting an answer right then and there isn’t always feasible, and Chay has learned it isn't always fair to Kim to expect an immediate discussion or resolution. He needs time to calm down, then some more time to think before returning to a conversation sometimes. If he returns at all. Sometimes, he doesn't and Chay has to decide whether to broach the topic again or leave it be.
But surprisingly, Kim answers. Not extensively, but he answers.
“I uh…I shared some things I went through,” Kim says stiffly, “Back when I was…not doing well. I told her so she knew that I at least partly understood how she was feeling. That I knew how hard it was, and how desperate you can feel for everything to just…stop.”
Kim goes quiet, and Chay wishes he could get a better look at his face.
“...I'm okay,” Kim says, “It wasn't terrible, telling her those things. I thought it would be worse.”
“So you said things you haven't said to anyone else?” Chay asks carefully, “Not even to me or your brothers?”
Kim breathes in, “...That's harder. But I have told you more than I thought I would.”
“And I am grateful for that,” Chay says, “But you still struggle with telling me about the harder things. You talked to me a little about the eating disorder, and how your self-worth kept you from bringing the cat home. But you never…you never really…”
Chay sighs and realizes he can't say it without revealing he already knows about the pills that were stashed in Kim’s bedside table drawer. It probably wouldn't be an end all, but springing that on Kim might set him up for a bad day - especially if the last two days are affecting his mental health more than he has let on.
“I wish you would have taken Lane up on an earlier appointment since she will be traveling tomorrow through Saturday,” Chay says, “I know missing a week isn't a huge deal in the scheme of things, but-”
“I texted her yesterday morning and asked for one. It's why I got up early to shower. She should be here at 9."
“Oh,” Chay says, then nods, “Okay. I'm surprised you did that, but happy you did too. Do you want to have it over here or over in the spare room in your and Khun’s suite?”
“We usually talk over there.”
“Right, but Khun and Arm tend to be around. Sometimes Pol and the rest of us too,” Chay tells him, “If you need some privacy, I’ll take Ma over to Khun’s. If she’ll even talk to me-”
“Porsche said she talked to him this morning,” Kim reminds him, “And that she wants to make everyone brunch. So maybe she has had time to understand where you were coming from. She's smart. She went through a lot and it made her forget a lot and maybe act a certain way, but she's very smart and catches onto things fast. She probably just needed time.”
“...Maybe,” Chay says, then meets Kim’s eyes, “You’ll talk to Lane? If you aren't ready to talk to anyone else about this, you’ll at least talk to her?”
Kim doesn't seem one hundred percent positive on that, but he eventually nods his head.
“I’ll try my best.”
Chay leans forward, kisses Kim’s shoulder, then presses his forehead against it. He has that urge again, the one that makes him want to say three little words that could either be groundbreaking or self-destructive.
It doesn't feel like the right time though, especially with how bad his timing was last time.
“Okay,” Chay says instead, “I'm going to take a shower and get dressed. You’re okay with checking on Ma?”
“Of course,” Kim says. They meet for a more proper kiss, then both get out of bed to go to their respective destinations. Chay keeps the shower shorter than he would usually like. It also lacks the company he would prefer to have, but it's fine. Kim is checking on Ma, and then he will spend the rest of the day caring for himself. Chay will make sure of it, even after Lane leaves. Maybe they can go out and do something today, just the two of them, as long as Ma is safe and has people supporting her.
So that is what he does while he showers. He thinks of things he and Kim can do so they can both feel a little better. Maybe they can go sit in a coffee shop and write lyrics, or maybe they can take a drive. Since the cousins are finally on good terms, they can maybe check out the restaurant Fern and Vegas opened last year. They could invite Macau and maybe even Nanin to give them an excuse to hang out again sooner rather than later. Although, he hasn't really talked to Macau since the identity of Ma's girlfriend came to light. He didn't even get to talk with him yesterday like he planned to since Ma didn't want anyone in her rescue party around. So maybe he’ll text Macau sometime today and feel things out before initiating a double date.
However, all of the planning and the what ifs come to a halt when he gets out of the shower, wraps a towel around his waist, and checks his phone, only to see an email from the university. They used to send automated newsletters, but he marked that particular address as spam a long time ago. Plus, this particular email is labeled high priority, or he wouldn't have gotten a phone notification to begin with.
So he lets out a breath, then unlocks his phone and reads what they sent him.
From: [email protected]
Subject: We are pleased to inform you…
Dear Prospective Student,
Congratulations! We are reaching out to inform you that your credentials have been accepted by our admissions team and your department of interest on the condition that you pass your practical exam and interview. These may be scheduled by calling or emailing the contact information listed in the directory attached to this correspondence. Please schedule your exam and interview as soon as possible to ensure there are available appointment times.
Good luck! We look forward to you joining the Anantrameka family.
Chay feels like he is in a daze by the time he is dressed and walking into the living room.
He thought he would get rejected due to flaking on them before. He knows Kim talked to them and said it was a serious and lengthy family emergency. Kim even said they remembered his audition during the practical and were excited for him to apply again. Still, he thought they were exaggerating, or that Kim was. They still could be, he supposes. He could get rejected during the exam or interview. He isn't completely in yet and he shouldn't get his hopes up-
“Your ma actually seems okay,” Kim says from the couch, startling Chay from his thoughts. She just wants to get ready, then go over to spend time with Khun so he can help her pick out a recipe. I asked if it was okay if you went over with her, and she said that was fine.”
Chay blinks, then nods his head, “...Oh. Okay.”
Kim meets his eyes and tilts his head, “Are you good?”
Is he?
“Yeah,” Chay says, sitting down, “Lane will be here soon?”
“At 9, like I said before,” Kim says, watching him a little too closely, “What's wrong?”
“Nothing,” Chay says, “I just want you to talk with Lane. You've gotten a lot better about confiding in her, but I want you to tell her what's been going on because it’s very stressful and-”
“I get it, Chay,” Kim says, having the audacity to interrupt him and roll his eyes, “I already told you I will try my best. I asked for the appointment, didn't I?”
“...Yes,” Chay says, “Sorry. I just know you struggle with opening up to people. I want you to be happy and feel safe. You might not be able to do that if you keep things to yourself.”
It's hypocritical, considering Chay is keeping a huge piece of news to himself. But getting good news from what has been his top choice college for years and Kim’s unwillingness to initiate a conversation about his suicidal ideation are two very different things. Plus, Chay needs time to process. If Kim gets that privilege, then Chay should be able to have it too.
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Dangerous Woman
Leon Kennedy , Chris Redfield (Separate)
Were their s/o getting called a Dangerous Woman... They wonder why...
- Really busy rn meaning I can't do Chris for this for a while but I'll try to make it 😭 Wish me luck for my exam 😭
Leon Kennedy
"How lucky are you dating a Dangerous Woman Kennedy?" Leon Halted when he heard that "What? Y/n? A Dangerous Woman? No way" Why would Claire describe you a Dangerous Woman? When you are a loving and caring person in his eyes. "I guess Chris didn't tell you huh?" Leon then got confused "Tell me what?" Leon was waiting for her to explain "She took down 5 zombies without any weapons, AND almost killed one of my brother's crew at training! Even the BSAA operator got scared" Claire laughed at the last part, she still remembered when Chris got impressed by you and Piers slightly flinched when you called his name. "And you think I would believe that?" He crossed his arms to his chest thinking about you being skilled as him makes him go wild...
He would imagine you two sparring, killing zombies together... He does like it if someone talks about how your cool, amazing, hot, and many more. "EARTH TO LEON!" Claire's voice snapped him back to reality "*sigh* If you don't really believe me Chris and Y/n will be on the training area" That made his eyes widen "What? You do know she can be injured!" "Relax Leon, I told Chris to go easy on her" Leon then realized something- this son of a bit- "So you were the one who suggested this!?" Before he can utter another word Claire was already on her way to the training area. 'Women'
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"Just to be safe, I will go easy on you alright?" Chris told you before getting ready, but since confidence is with you right now "You don't need to Chris. I'll be fine" Chris smirked, surely its okay for Leon? "Don't" You both heard Leon's voice with a slightly harsh tone making you gulp. "Hey Leon" you wonder why you're nervous... Leon glared at you signaling saying 'Stop'. "Hey cmon Leon, why don't you let her?" "Because I don't want to" Leon immediately talked "Its my first time seeing you worried about someone" Chris chuckled "Cmon, Leon. Let her show you what's she's capable of" Chris tried to budge Leon and finally he let it "Finally!" You said happily "But if you got hurt, that's not my problem got it?" Leon glaring at you and you nodded. Leon sat down at a bench near the training area observing you carefully.
"What you just did yesterday... I didn't really expected that" Chris rubbed his left shoulder. "Almost all my men suggested you to join on the missions" You giggled "I would love to"
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Chris wasn't doing really well. Leon can't believe that you made Chris in this situation, his lips slightly bloodied, his left eye has a dark purple mark on it, while you have just small bruises on your arms and face.
Chris dodged another hit from you and lunged. Chris got a good hold on you and shoved you against the closest wall which made Leon slightly stand up. He didn't like this... He didn't like how you got pinned in the wall by Chris... "Got you now" Chris growled. You were breathing hard, but goddamn it, you didn't even look like your in pain. Who the seven devils are you? Chris eyes narrowed when he suddenly felt a movement from you "What-" you threw his head back, then slammed your forehead into his nose. His cartilage cracked and blood wet Chris's lips. He backed away from you "Oh, shit- I-im so sorry Chris! I think I may have gone too far!" You apologized over and over again "It's okay Y/n. It's not like im going to die anyway" Chris tried to stop the bleeding but no avail. "I think you should...uhm...go to the clinic..." He nodded and he went to the clinic while holding his nose. You felt bad... "You should've told me you know?" You almost forgot Leon was watching you the whole time. "You impressed me, damn" that made you eyes sparkle, hearing praises from him makes you heart meltt "I was going to, but Claire has other plans" You said, you looked at Leon... His lips slightly trembling "Leon? You alright-" "Wanna go spar with me?" You jumped when he suddenly spoke but agreed to his request "Sure!" You smiled, you were excited to beat his ass >:) "But are you alright? Slamming you forehead to Chris's face can get you some headaches... Well, since Chris is a hard headed" he smirked at the last part of his sentence, he then reached your forehead slightly rubbing it with his thumb "I-it did hurt...you rubbing it makes it quite better but I don't appreciate you being mean to Chris tho" Leon laughed he loves it when your so kind <3 he kissed your forehead making you smile.
"My Dangerous Woman"
This is my first Lsk x reader that took me 3 days to write 😅
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Return of the Floyd Part 4
(part 1 can be read here)
(part 2 can be read here)
(part 3 can be read here)
*KA-CHUNK* The sudden jarring sound of the elevator gears engaging reverberates through the walls, startling all but its seasoned operator. As it descends, Floyd and Poppy’s expressions could not be any more different. Poppy has an air of excitement emanating from her. She was clearly ecstatic about finally entering Branch’s bunker as he’d never let ANYONE in before… what an honour! Still, she tried to seem nonchalant, as not to come across as insensitive. Not that that was working particularly well, judging by the overwhelming grin on her face. In contrast, Floyd’s expression ached with dread. He knew what was coming was going to be difficult to say the least. He’d truly have to confront the reality of Branch’s situation, the mess he inadvertently helped to create. Every second of their descent felt like an entire week to him, until finally, they came to a halt.
“Welp, here we are. Please, do not make yourself at home.” Branch groans as he spins around to look at the pair before his face sharply scrunches in confusion. Why does Poppy look so cheerful? Floyd looks appropriately miserable, but what’s the deal with her?
“You look, err, happy Poppy!” He takes a prolonged, exaggerated breath. “Why.”
His sudden shift in tone breaks her out of her trance.
“What? Huh? Oh! I’m just happy you’ve let Floyd in! Haha!”
“Right… Oh yeah, there’s no seats. Of course. It’s not like I have guests after all. So just sit on the ground I suppose, if that’s not too improper for you, Princess…” the venom on his tongue with that last word was surprising, even for Branch.
“I can sit on the floor quite comfortably, actually. You can’t just make assumptions like that!”
“Yes I can, and I will.” He cocks his head and puts on his brightest faux smile, sarcastically patting the ground beside him. After which they sit down awkwardly on the cold, hard ground of the bunker.
“So, uhm, Branch? I have something I want to say.” Floyd breaks the silence and speaks for the first time since they’d arrived.
“Gee, I wonder what insightful things you have to say to me today. Wanna mention how ‘dull’ I am again?”
“Shhh.” Poppy swiftly raises her finger to her lips. “Let him talk Branch.”
Floyd takes a deep breath. “I’m… sorry. I’m sorry that we argued yesterday. I’m sorry that I didn’t know what to say when I saw you.” His hands ball up. “I’m sorry that I left, that I was stupid enough to think that you’d just *magically* be ok. That nothing bad would ever happen to Grandma. That nothing bad would happen to me. I just want to try and be here for you now, like I always should’ve been.” He tentatively reaches out his hand to Branch, who seems to consider it for a brief second, before hunching his shoulders and turning away.
“J-just because you apologised doesn’t mean I’ll let you stay here.”
“I’m not stupid Branch, I know an apology won’t fix everything… but we’ve got to start somewhere.”
He crosses his arms like a child. “Hmph. Sure. You’re only being nice to me so I’ll help you.”
“No, it’s because you’re my little brother. Why wouldn’t I be nice to you? Don’t you remember how close we were?”
“But when you showed up yesterday… all I did was yell at you. I was so mad I didn’t even notice your hand.”
“Branch it’s ok, we can talk about it.” He reaches his hand to hold Branch’s, but soon after Branch snatches his away.
“NO!” he buries his face deeply into his hands in a desperate attempt to quell his emotions.
“WHY CAN’T YOU TELL I’M A NOTHING BUT A MISERABLE, PATHETIC, WASTE OF TIME!”
“You are NOT a waste of time!” Floyd and Poppy speak out simultaneously. Floyd had almost forgotten she was there. She clearly wasn’t the best at dealing with negative emotions, but Branch’s self hatred must have broken her heart too.
“Ha, try telling that to any troll in the village… you know how they talk about me. Don’t you Poppy.”
“Branch… you’re none of those things. If we didn’t want to help you, we wouldn’t be here! I know the other trolls don’t always understand you, but that doesn’t mean they hate you! And… if it’s about your brothers I’m sure them leaving you must of been hard, but it’s not your fault.”
“YOU WEREN’T THERE! How the hell would YOU know…”
“I was there Branch” Floyd interjects. “And I know it wasn’t your fault. It was John’s obsession with perfection that caused the rift within the group. The concert was simply the last straw, you likely weren’t old enough to remember most of what happened.”
“I KNOW what I remember. I couldn’t hit the family harmony and everything fell apart. Now just… let me look at your hand.”
Floyd sighs and places his wrist on the ground for Branch to inspect.
“Hmm. It seems like it’s only made it up to your wrist so far. I have no idea if it’s reversible though.”
“So far? Is this how it happened to you?”
He shakes his head. “No. It came all at once.”
“Oh… Do you know if there’s anything we can do?”
“I’m not really sure, but since colour is likely related to mood, attempting to improve that could reverse it. Or at least prevent it spreading. The more it spreads the harder it’ll be to feel happy at all.”
After a brief silence, Poppy scoots closer to Branch.
“Well, I think I know something that might make Floyd feel a lil better…”
“I had a feeling you were going to say that.”
She scoots even closer, looking up at him with the most adorable expression she can summon.
“Well??? PLEAAASEEE???”
“Ugh fine. He can stay. BUT only until he feels better.”
“YAY!!” Poppy rushes over and squeezes Branch as tight as she can, much to his chagrin of course.
“HEY HEY! No hugging ok? My bunker, my rules.”
“Oh, sure. Guess I got a little excited.” She releases him and backs off towards the exit.
“Alright, I’ll head out for now, I hope you two can get along tonight!”
Branch does a double take as she prepares to leave.
“Wait a second, do you even know how to operate the elevator?”
“I think I know how to push a lever Branch.”
“Yeah yeah, just don’t break anything or I’ll never speak to you again.”
“It’s not like you speak to me that much anyway.” She sasses as she struts over to the lift and puts great emphasis on her ability to use a lever, pulling it down with great force. “Bye Bye!! See you later!” She calls out as she ascends, contorting herself to view them for as long as she possibly can until the platform raises above her eye level.
Branch lets out a sigh of relief.
“Phew. Well, at least she’s gone.”
“Oh, you don’t like Poppy then? I think she’s quite nice.”
“Ugh god no! She NEVER leaves me alone.”
Floyd raises and eyebrow and points past his brother. “If you hate her so much, what’s with all those invitations you’ve kept over there?”
Branch’s face drops as he realises he didn’t have time to hide them before they arrived.
“Uh, uhmm… That’s… my recycling pile! Yeah! She gives me soooo many that they build up. Oh, and by the way, I’m fairly sure I said you could stay here, not snoop around.”
“Ok sure. Tooootally.”
“Whatever! Just don’t go nosying through my bunker. Now follow me and I’ll show you your room.”
“But Branch… I remember the art you made. We shared a room, didn’t we?”
“Huh.” He turns his head over his shoulder to glance straight at his brother. “I guess I changed my mind.”
Floyd stops in his tracks.
“You really know how to make my heart hurt Branch.”
“Good. Think of it as an exercise in empathy… now you know a teeny, tiny little fraction of how you and your deadbeat brothers made ME feel.”
“We’re your brothers too. And how is that supposed to help me feel better.”
“It won’t. That’s what sleeping’s for. It’s the only time I get to be happy.”
They continue their walk through the tunnels in a painful silence, giving some Floyd time to observe his new home. He couldn’t help but be impressed by the sheer scale of the bunker, with its seemingly endless hallways and rooms full of supplies. He notices a few areas are still under construction. How long had he been building this? How long had Grandma been…
“We’re here. I’ll wake you at six, ok.” He holds open the door and nods his head in the direction of the entrance.
“Oh, ok then… Goodnight Branch.”
“Right, yeah… Uh, seeya.” He quickly shuts the door before scurrying back to his room and hurling himself into his bed.
“WHY did I have to let them in…” He mutters to himself. But deep down he knows that Floyd wasn’t just going to go away. The sooner he deals with it, the sooner he leaves. And then things can go back to normal!
“Yeah.” He yawns. “Normal…”
#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#trolls floyd#trolls branch#trolls au#fanfic#return of the floyd au#trolls fandom
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if you don’t mind i want a fluffy moon knight reverse comfort. like what if marc steven and jake all had a bad day and we just like comfort them idk.
also what if we got them all very specific gifts for them and they cry. happy tears tho bc i love them so much
Oh my GOD YES
Cw: memories of bad mother, crying, thoughts of dead brother, reader is gn!!, slight suggestive ending but no smut
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Steven: bad day at work.
You were sitting in bed doing nothing, well if you count waiting for your boyfriends like a sad little puppy nothing..then yeah nothing
Until the door creaks open, you let out a quiet gasp, and tip-toe over to the living room seeing Steven slouching, head in hands, on the couch, "Steven baby?, you okay ?" You ask quietly, not aware if he knew you were next to him, and not to startle him.
"I'm alright love..just uh..bad day..work..that's the way the cookie crumbles innit?" He said sheepishly, not wanting to show any submission and to refrain from collapsing into your chest and rant about work.
"You sure baby? You can tell me you know? It's okay if you don't want too..just when you feel like it, I'm here to help you feel better sweetheart " and that was it, that put the final nail in the coffin.
He hugs you and pulls you down onto the couch "hey! Steve-.."..crying..he's crying, he's always hid this side of himself to you, since he's always been seen as the weaker alter, he didn't want you to think of him that way.
"I-..I'm s-sor-ry love..I just can-can't take it today.." "oh baby.." you start to rub his head, in a calming smooth way, to help ease him if he really wants to talk about it, and he did, and talked your ear off for hours, you didn't mind though.
The next day you told Steven you were going out for a few hours, when you came back, you had a little box, you gave it to Steven.
"Love? What's this?" "A little gift for you, because yesterday was a disaster.." "..yeah.." he slowly opens the box..
To see two little koi fish pins, looking as though they were in a yin-yang form swimming around eachother
"I..love.." "I saw them today, and thought of you... which one do you wa-" he hugs you for a solid minute, whispering little thank yous, and i love yous mixed in.
You truly were inlove.
Marc: thinking about his mom.
You've just came home from work to find Marc huddled by the bed, knees to his chin
"Marc?..." you ask being cautious of his flight or fight in this position..
His head shoots up and you back away slightly, not scared, not frightened in the slightest, just to give him space, and let him catch his bearings.
His eyes were red and every time he breathed his noes sounded a little stuffed, he's been at it for a while.
"Oh baby..are you okay?, did something happen?"He doesn't respond, you ask to sit next to him and he allows you to.
"..why did she think it was...MY fault?... I tried to save him..I really did, y/n you gotta believe me-" "shush!! Sh sh sh..baby I do believe you, really..", his mother..the same woman who accused him of leaving his brother to drown,...
"She..she..I don't even remember the..last time she said she loved- me.." god..what kind of sick twisted mother doesn't even TELL her child she loved them before they pass..
"...she didn't deserve your love baby, after everything she's done to you." You let him crying into the nape of your neck that night, once he tuckered himself out you told him you loved him until the sun dies out.
The next morning when Marc was still asleep, you quietly snuck out..not without leaving a not first
Heading out for a bit! Love you baby!
-Y/n
When you came back you had a big box with you.
"Oo big box" Marc said walking over to you
"Yep, want it now or later?" "Now"
He tore open the box to see...a build a bear? He had a moonknight costume on...you were so cheesy
"Go on..squeeze him" and he did
"love you til the sun goes out babe."...
"Do you like it?"..no answer
"Babe?, I can take it ba-" "no!" He was crying..happy tears
You guys cuddled for the rest of the night, he would stop playing the damn thing.
"I'm getting a headache from my own voice" "I could never get a headache from your voice.."
Then you fell asleep.
Jake: bad mission
Sitting at home was boring, but when Jake stepped in it got SO much better
"Hey bab-" he just stood there..he was zoned out, you knew better than to bother him when hes..in the zone
So you put some tea on, and hoped he'd snap out of it
He did, and he was as tired as ever, the bastard got away, and Jake didn't know where cause khonshu was so disappointed that he let him go...this was his fault.
You walk over to him "..heeeyyy honey, you okay?" You ask knowing he's tired.
"Yes..just tired is all"..and..that was it..he went to bed and fell asleep..okay den.
You were gone the next day, leaving Jake to worry more, what if you left because he didn't talk to you last night?, what if you were hurt, or mad at him? Oh my go-
"Jake!!" He heard the smile in your voice and rushed out of bed, just to fall face flat because of Steven's habit.., he nearly ripped it off just to get to you.
"I was gonna walk over to you." "Lo siento.." "no no I got you something!" You grab the little baggy from your purse
You handed it to him, and he gave you a look
"...is this a joke?" "...if you don't want it give it back." "NO back off." You then shared a laugh
When he opened the baggy he looked..astonished
A little bracelet with a Cresent moon charm.
"Y'know..moonknight?I think it's funny, but also cute and HEY!" He picks you up and carries you over to the bed, he then lays you down gently
"You're too kind to us, we never got to thank you properly. "
You know how that ended.
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First REQUEST OMG HI ANON THANK YOU also Jake didn't cry sorry, until next time friends!!!
#moon knight fluff#moonknight x reader#steven grant x reader#jake lockely x reader#marc spector x reader#moonknight smut
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For Twilight Prompts, maybe #5, 27 for Paul?
Bruises on my heart - Paul Lahote x GN!Reader
Request from anonymous
TW: Implications of cheating ,, curse words ,,
Summary: Reader starts doubting their relationship with Paul, in which he tries his best to show them they are all he wants and needs in life.
#5 "Why am I always the second best?"
#27 "All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her"
MASTERLIST ULEY PACK
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Saturday night. Only Paul and y/n knew what that night meant, their 3rd year anniversary. Yet where was he? Y/n had been sat at the dining table for the past 3 hours waiting for him to come home and spend time with them, but now it was 9pm and the dinner was cold, the night was ruined. A quiet sob left their lips as tears escaped the corners of their eyes, they didn't want to cry over something so little but it hurt, it hurt that he didn't care to even call to say he wouldn't be coming home, it hurt that he probably forgot about their anniversary, it hurt they had to go to bed alone that night. Y/n put Paul's dinner in the microwave for him for when he gets home, a post-it note stuck to the glass window so he knows his dinner was inside the small, electronic contraption. They walked upstairs and changed into their pyjamas, taking off their jewellery and any makeup what was still left on their face.
The bed felt bigger than usual, like they had shrunk until they were as small as a baby. The comforter swallowed them into the deep pits of darkness, tiredness soon washing over them. Y/n kept having dreams about Paul cheating on them, their heart yearning for him to come back to them. Morning soon came, the bright sun slipping through the curtains caused y/n to wake up. A yawn escaped their throat, they got up out of bed stretching their body, cringing at the cracks and pops of their joints. Turning around to look at the bed, y/n noticed Paul's side was left untouched. They finally had enough, sick of Paul blowing them off for god know what. Y/n just hoped it wasn't that girl he used to date, she was pretty and funny but she wasn't y/n, she wasn't his imprint. They just hoped the reason he bailed out on them wasn't for her.
Y/n finally made it to the reservation, it wasn't too far from their home roughly 10 minutes away. As soon as they got there, everyone was outside messing around together; some of them in their wolf forms while others were still in their human forms. The first person to notice y/n was Jared Cameron, Sam Uley's beta. He ran over to them and gave them a hug "Hey, where have you been? Everyone has missed you." Jared was like a brother to y/n, a very annoying younger brother. "I've just been busy, J. Have you seen Paul? I need to speak to him." The young wolf pointed towards the garage, where Jacob usually fixes the cars and bikes. Y/n thanked Jared and then they were off to the garage, before they were about to enter, they heard hushed voices talking; the voices belonged to their boyfriend Paul and (his ex and JACOBS SISTER!) Rachel Black. "Baby, hey. Just please give me another chance, we can make this work I promise." Those words broke y/n's heart. Was Paul really about to cheat on them? Without a second thought, y/n ran as far as they could away from the reservation.
Hours had passed since the conversation y/n had eavesdropped on, they didn't know how to react about what they heard. Y/n was sat in the bedroom when they heard the front door open and close, usually the noise would make their heart flutter and make them feel all giddy, but now they didn't care; all they wanted was to cry and scream. The bedroom door opened, the sight of Paul made their heart flip, he was so handsome. This stupid imprint shit always got in the way. "Hey, doll. I'm sorry I missed our anniversary dinner yesterday, something came up at the reservation." He went in for a kiss but y/n moved away from him, he looked hurt but they didn't need that right now, he hurt them. "What's wrong, doll?" Paul was now sitting down at the end of the bed, he kept fidgeting with his hands; something he's always done whenever he's nervous or anxious.
"Why am I always second best? Why am I always the last choice, Paul? Do you not love me anymore?" Y/n voice cracks at the last word, Paul stares at them guilt washing over him, what has he done to hurt the love of his life this much? "What do you mean, baby? You're not second best, you never have been and never will be. I love you with every inch of my soul." He was cradling their face at this point, trying to feel their skin against his own, he needed them to know they were the only one for him. "Then why her, Paul? Why were you with Rachel in the garage yesterday? Why is she always your first choice? All I'm asking is you choose me for once, not her." And that was his breaking point. He pulled y/n into an embrace, keeping them as close to him as possible. Tears streamed down both of their faces, sobs filled the room as they both clung to each other.
"I love you, okay? You are my imprint, you're the only person I need in my life. If you asked me to leave the pack, I would. If you asked me to up and leave with you to some random place, I would. I will scream to the world how much I adore you in every way possible, if that would make you believe me. I need you, darling, no one else. I want to have a family with you, I want to get married and grow old together. There is no one else in this world for me, you are my forever and always, you are my endgame." Y/n sniffled, never did they think Paul would ever say anything like that, he was always known as the scariest and worst tempered member of the pack but he was so soft and loving when he was with them. They were meant for one another.
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Thank you so much for requesting !!! I had so much for writing this, Paul is honestly one of my favourite characters. I hope you enjoyed reading this, please let me know if this isn't what you wanted, I don't mind rewriting it. Have a lovely day/night !!!
#paul lahote x y/n#paul lahote x reader#twilight#twilight saga#twilight x reader#twilight fanfiction#bella cullen#edward cullen#alice cullen#jasper hale#rosalie hale#emmett cullen#carlisle cullen#esme cullen#cullen coven#vampire#volterra#the volturi#vampires#shapeshifter#shapeshifters#quileute#quileute tribe#uley pack#sam uley#jacob black#jared cameron#paul lahote#quil ateara#seth clearwater
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Ask and you shall receive (with no pressure obviously)! I can't not send 44. "Say that again to my face and see if I like it." for Elucien
I tried so hard to make this smutty and it was always too stilted. I'm going to blame my lingering cold for that.
44- Say that again to my face and see if I like it
[please send no more prompts, i have so many]
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Lucien was at his wits end. Three years of tense, awkward silence had convinced him he didn’t want to visit his mate anymore. Elain sat rigid, eyes picking a place on the wall behind him. He’d give it to her–she was incredibly good at keeping her focus. Lucien had been sitting in that chair across the room for the full hour just to annoy her. He could see the color rising on her cheeks with each tick of the clock. She was used to wasting ten minutes tops before he made some excuse to slip away.
Feyre had brought him specifically to talk with Elain, which meant leaving was, technically, disobeying the court he’d sworn fealty to. And, if Lucien was perfectly honest, he liked pissing her off, if only a little. The youngest of seven, he understood the best way to provoke a reaction was to be a little annoying. To crawl under someone's skin until they said everything they were thinking.
He’d spend so long pushing Eris’s buttons that his brother often refused to let Lucien speak at all, lest an argument become a full on brawl. He doubted Elain intended to fight him, though he would have welcomed a little fire in the form of a slap if she so chose.
Better than her statuesque detachment. Lucien wracked his brain for something to say to her that wasn’t about her garden. He could see a light dusting of flour over the green of her dress and didn’t think he wanted to hear about another bread recipe.
The last time they’d spoken—four months prior—she’d gone into such detail about raisin bread that Lucien had been inching towards the door before she ever finished.
The clock ticked again. Elain, without blinking, tilted her head. “Lord, shall I tell you about the most divine pasta noodle I created yesterday.”
Lucien was in hell. “Nothing would delight me more, my lady,” he replied. She gritted her teeth, though she kept her face perfectly pleasant.
“Well, first I went to the market for eggs. I have been having such a time finding the right sort of yolk. I need a particular chicken or everything comes out poorly.”
Was this truly how she wanted to spend immorality? “What sort of chicken?”
“One owned by a little family. They have three little brown hens and all three have had a cold. Did you know chickens could catch cold, Lucien?”
He almost rose to his feet and left her there. Curling his fingers to fists, he forced himself to remain as equally pleasant. “Why no, sweetheart, I did not.”
They were trying to outdo each other. He hadn’t realized, in all the years he’d been coming around, Elain had been pressing his buttons without him ever realizing it. Manipulating him right out to the door with her dull baking stories so she wasn’t forced to have a conversation with him. Lucien, who considered himself the master, admired her ability even in his irritation.
Her eyes slid from the spot on the wall, brow furrowed. He could see her mind working behind her pretty face, wondering if he’d finally caught on. Lucien crossed his ankle over his knee.
“I made them little hats,” she said, pressing her pink lips into an annoyed line.
Lucien offered her a lazy smirk, reclining in his chair. “Oh? I would love to hear more of how clever you are with your hands.”
She didn’t react. “Well, of course I had to find the perfect yarn. Something hardy and warm, but not so rough it would hurt their feathers.”
“How very motherly of you,” Lucien commended, listening to her heart race with each new statement laced with innuendo. Color rose up her neck, delighting him further. Maybe she would slap him and he’d have something to think about when he was alone in his room again.
Elain ran her tongue over her teeth before she turned her attention back to him. “Would you like me to show you, my lord?”
Lucien’s foot slipped off his knee, crashing roughly to the wood beneath them. It was one thing for him to refer to her as his lady, but to hear her call him hers had nearly pulled him out of his chair.
Goosebumps erupted over his arms as he rose to his feet. Some terrified part of him meant to run for the door, to make his excuses with only twenty minutes left of the hour, and let her remain the undisputed champion in their silent cold war.
“I would love you to demonstrate your skills for me, Elain,” he murmured, coming closer. She jumped upwards, unable to contain her anger for a moment longer. Lucien relished her temper, cheeks bright pink from suffering the indignity of his words and the fact that this time she was not so easily rid of him.
“You are insufferable,” she accused, keeping her distance. It was Lucien who drifted closer, pulled by the rising sweetness of what he swore was arousal. She was going to be the death of him without ever touching.
“And handsome?” he pressed.
Her hand shot out, colliding with his cheek hard enough to give him a semi-erection. He let her see his own arousal all while studying her dilating eyes. “Go fuck yourself, Lucien.”
He laughed, her words ridiculous coming from her prim, pretty lips.
“Say that to my face and see if I like it.”
She came closer, until her breasts were practically brushing his chest. Lucien half hoped she hit him again, forcing himself not to move as he waited to see what she’d do. The scent of her want was enough to sustain him another year of chickens in hats and whatever shape her pasta noodle was.
“Go fuck yourself, Lucien,” she whispered. She’d tilted her chin, eyes flashing a dare. How anyone could walk away from those petal pink lips was beyond him. Lucien chuckled.
“Why don’t you go fuck me, Elain? I can smell you from across the room. Talking about chickens and bread and whatever other bullshit you think will annoy me…but you reek of arousal.”
That was an egregious lie, and yet what did Lucien have to lose? She was still standing there, wasn’t she? Still looking up at him with liquid eyes while he invaded her space.
“You liked it when I hit you.” Not a question. More an accusation than anything.
“I like everything you do,” he said, another lie. He didn’t like the silence, her distance.
“And if I did it again?” she asked, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Lucien’s whole body went tight with anticipation.
“If you hit me again, I’m going to flip up your skirts like I should have
done the day we met.”
Elain inched forward, upper lip curling while her eyes blazed with defiance. Too far, he’d taken things too far.
“Say that to my face and see if I like it,” she whispered.
He opened his mouth, only to be slapped in his opposite cheek. So carefully executed, this little manipulation of hers. Lucien’s eyes went wide while Elain threw her head back and laughed, her whole face bright like a midday sun. Lucien couldn’t breathe at the sight, was rendered mute for the first time in his entire life. Her joy was like music, a song. Lucien forgot all about his promise when she wiped at her eyes and took a step away from him.
Whatever he might have done—whatever she might have allowed—would be ruined in the aftermath by her regret. He knew his mate.
She wanted to be courted. And as she looked back up at him, waiting to see how he might retaliate, Lucien merely brushed his knuckles over her cheek, smoothing a fussy curl away from her pretty eyes.
And then turned back for his chair and sat. Elain raised her eyebrows, watching as he recrossed his ankle over his knee and gestured for her to do the same.
“You were telling me about the hats you knitted for some chickens?” he prompted.
Elain’s cheeks flushed. “Oh. You don’t want to hear….about that…”
“I do,” he replied.
And for the first time since they’d begun this song and dance, Lucien did want to hear about her yarn, the knitting needles, and how the hats came together in the end. Elain sat back down, hands twisting in her lap.
“And then…you could tell me what you’ve been doing?”
Lucien glanced at the clock. She was only required to spend ten more minutes with him. “It’ll put us over time.”
Elain bit her lip again. “That’s okay…if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” Lucien had never minded anything more.
Elain smiled.
And so did Lucien.
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"Hello there. You seem a bit... lost?" - Nathaniel to Achilles who just stepped foot into the gardens
Achilles turned around as soon as he heard the voice, jumping a little, for he didn't expect to be approached so quickly as soon as he stepped foot outside the castle. Looking at the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but smile, thinking of what happened last night. Never he thought he'd be in the middle of two Princes fighting for some obscure reason, –little did he know it was because of him, and not completely for the honour of one's sister– and witness one of them pushing the other into a gigantic cake, and yet, that's exactly what happened. The scene was funny, especially after that Nathaniel, the Prince in front of him right now, swore he wasn't crazy and asked him to stay longer. Achilles did not know why it matters to him, but he was intrigued by the Prince of the seas.
Shaking his head to come back to earth, the young bard seemed to remember only now that he was in front of royalty, for he took off his hat and bow in front of him, at least he tried.
❛Greetings, your Highness.❜
❛What are you doing?❜ Nathaniel asked with amusement, which puzzled Achilles.
❛I... Well, you're a Prince, and I was told to always greet royalty that way.❜
❛You're adorable. But please, stop.❜
Achilles couldn't hide the fact that he was blushing now. He thought he offended the prince, but a quick look at Nathaniel show him that he was more amused than hurt, which help him relax. Putting his hat on, the demigod stayed where he was, his eyes locked on the Blackwater. It was strange, he felt as if he already knew him. As if he already met him before, but no matter how hard Achilles tried to remember, he couldn't. But he also couldn't get rid of this feeling of familiarity. He felt it last night, the moment Nathaniel came to him, he felt as if it wasn't the first time they saw each other, but once again his memory was lacking.
He noticed the smile on Nathaniel's face, a sweet one, and that smile was enough to make him blush again, and looked around, a bit puzzled by what was happening right now. No words were exchanged for a while, but it was as if they didn't need any to communicate. Finally, Nathaniel seemed to realize that, once again, he might look like a crazy person, which is why he clear his throat and started walking, signing to Achilles to follow him, which he did.
❛So... Are you lost?❜ He repeated, and Achilles nodded.
❛This place is a bloody maze.❜
❛They did it on purpose. So human cannot leave so easily.❜
❛Hm, I see.❜ Achilles only reply, and he felt quite sad at this idea. Looking around at the servant, he couldn't help but ask himself if they were all humans or not.
❛Was it fun with Prince Aeron, yesterday?...❜ Nathaniel finally asked, a bit nervous, bringing Achilles' attention to him. ❛I would have loved to be there, but my brother needed me...❜
❛Oh, I don't know. I spent the evening with the little Princess. Lyra, I think? I'm sorry if I mistake, there are a lot of princes and princesses here.❜
❛With Lyra? That's... surprising to hear.❜
❛Why so? The Princess was amazed by my tricks, see, I am also an illusionist, and seeing a rabbit out of my hat was enough for her to ask me to stay with her until she fell asleep. Didn't take long.❜
❛Oh, yes, I forget about magic.❜ Nathaniel whispered to himself, but Achilles heard it, which made him frowned. ❛Sorry, I was talking to myself.❜
❛You know, your Highness, you're not really helping your case.❜
❛What do you mean?❜
❛First, you push Prince Aeron into a cake, second you ambushed me as soon as I arrived in the garden, and now, you're talking to yourself. And yet, you swore you aren't crazy.❜
Nathaniel stopped walking, and Achilles did the same. He was amused by the prince's expression, the latter was blushing hard, eyes wild opened, and he was trying to talk, but nothing went out. The magician laughed to that reaction, and he soon was followed but a little laugh by the Blackwater, who scratched his neck out of embarrassment.
❛You're right, I'm not helping my case... I'm just... nervous.❜
❛Why?❜
❛Because of you.❜ He said, and once again, Achilles blushed. He was taken aback by such honesty, which made him looked down, because he couldn't dare looking at Nathaniel's hypnotic blue eyes. The Blackwater, as for him, seemed quite proud of his comeback and smile wildly. He felt bolder now.
❛I like y-❜
❛My eyes? Thank you.❜ Achilles cut short, and that startled Nathaniel. For some reason, the young man was sure they already had this conversation, this feeling of familiarity didn't want to leave him, but once again, he couldn't recall.
❛How do you know?❜
❛I heard that a lot. It's quite rare. It's call s-❜
❛Sectoral heterochromia.❜ Nathaniel recalled from a previous conversation he had with Achilles, in his past life, and he was once again proud of him for he impressed the young man.
❛You have pretty eyes too, your Highness.❜
❛Please call me just Nathaniel. Or Nate.❜
❛I'll try my best to respect that wish.❜ Achilles said, bowing one more time, and this time he felt quite stupid doing so. He shook his head, which amused Nathaniel.
❛Are you staying in the castle?❜
❛In fact, yes, I am. Princess Lyra ordered me to stay, Princess Calypso asked me to teach her some of my songs, and you asked me to stay yesterday. I cannot go against three royalties, I'm scared to be hanged.❜ He laughed, but that did not make Nathaniel laugh in return, quite the opposite, he now seemed gloomy. Achilles noticed it easily, and was ready to ask if he offended him with a high-pitched voice called him:
❛Achilles! Achilles!❜ Princess Lyra called while running his way.
❛I'm sorry, but duty calls me.❜ He said, looking at Nathaniel who now seemed sad. ❛I hope to see you soon. You... Intrigued me, Prince Nathaniel. Maybe you'll be able to help me with a trick I might do tonight before dinner?❜
❛I'd like too.❜ Nathaniel said, trying to smile, which he failed for the thought of Achilles dying was painful, but also inevitable.
#achilles petrova#achilles x nate#writing prompt#achilles writing prompt#i don't like it completely#but it resume their second meeting#which is quite funny to me#nate is a stalker lmao#but we love it about him#i like playing characters who don't remember#but know this person is important#and will do everything to stay around#that's real love#i love achilles sm already#and i love them both a lot#icanbeyourgenie
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19th century Wolfstar AU:
Just a little inspiration I had late at night when I couldn't sleep. I am not good at writing in classic literature vocabulary. English is not my first language. But I tried.
TW: Mentions if suicide attempts and Homophobia from that time.
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"Wanted a word, Mr. Black?"
Remus felt small in that parlor. He was ashamed of the sinful things he had done with the Duke's Heir in that very room. But there was something about Sirius Black that made him not behave like a gentleman. And Mr. Black for some celestial or rather infernal reason, had accepted Remus' closeness and Remus' touch. Even if Black was the most gorgeous creature alive, the lord of this family, a fine gentleman, and Remus was nothing but his brother's humble tutor. Not even graced with beauty.
He wasn't proud of what he had done. But he made himself enjoy it while it lasted. Even if he had to pay for his sins in hell, he could have his little piece of heaven right here on Earth.
Mr. Black was not facing him. Remus waited until he served himself a drink. He waited patiently until Sirius would show him his beautiful face again. And his body craved venerably and patiently for a single smile, for a single touch, for even a kiss. And Remus hated himself for that.
Sirius finally turned. He didn't give Remus a smile but rather an expression of sorrow. Remus noticed how his eyes searched for something on the floor and his gorgeous lips pressed in a fine line, so white cold and vulnerable.
"I wanted to thank you, Mr. Lupin" he said as he emptied his glass.
"Sir?"
Remus pressed him because it was absurdly painful to watch Sirius' sad expression.
Finally, Sirius' eyes met his when Remus' heart started reacting, reminding him he was still alive.
"You saved my life, Mr. Lupin. Nor less. As simple as that. You gave my life a reason"
That's how their story began. With Remus' nosesiness and hero complex.
'Why?' he had thought when he found Mr. Black about to jump off the bridge into the lake 'Why would the Duke's son, with so much richness and comforties, someone so beautiful, would try to take his life'?
Then Remus understood that Mr. Black's parents gave him lectures before words of kindness. Violence before affection. And indifference before love. Remus had learned Mr. Black had been expelled from school because of a shameful incident. None of The Blacks spoke about it. But Remus knew it involved a boy. Now Sirius was committing the same mistake. But with Remus.
Remus didn't respond to Mr. Black's words because they sounded like a beginning of something Remus had been trying to avoid. The obnoxious ending.
"I ought to marry a lady. Miss Emmeline Vance. I met her yesterday"
Remus knew this was supposed to end one day. That Mr. Black would rightfully find a women to betrothe. But still his heart ached, his body shivered. Still no words came out of his mouth.
"She is truly an angel, you see" Sirius continued with a laugh "A very fine lady. Easy to talk to, eloquent and funny. Very well educated... Beautiful as a summer breeze. The perfect companion for any man alive"
Sirius' eyes were searching for Remus' But those kept on the floor, afraid of moving or revealing how much these news were hurting Remus' soul.
"Miss Vance sounds lovely" he dared himself to speak.
"Yeah she is... The problem is that she is not you"
When Remus found Sirius' gaze he realized those gray eyes had glistened. And consequently, as a noble act, so did his.
Mr. Black came closer making Remus freeze in the spot. His body shivered in anticipation. As it always did. He would breathe the delicious smell of Sirius' body and then he would close his eyes. Sirius would make the first move, touching his features. Remus would feel his breath. A sign that would give Remus permission to come close and kiss him. Then everything would come naturally. The animalistic insitincs would guide him to make Sirius and him feel pleasure. Until Sirius sighed and even scream. Which would give Remus the most precious satisfaction.
But not this time. Remus spoke before anything happened.
"Marriage is a blessing, sir"
Sirius stopped on his tracks.
"I am pleased for you. Such lovely news"
Sirius looked at him like a difficult puzzle to solve.
"I am in agony" he breathed, playing with his gorgeous hair. "You see, Mr. Lupin. We have quite a problem. Her lips won't be yours. Her body won't be yours. She won't be you"
Sirius stopped taking a deep breath.
"Even the most gorgeous and perfect creature wouldn't be compared to you and what you make me feel. How should I get you out of my head, Mr. Lupin?"
Remus wondered the same thing. How to get this beautiful creature out of his head. Dusk, noon and dawn Remus thought about how graced this world was with the near presence of such fine soul. Sirius Black was not only pretty. But he was a reckon force. He was sunlight in this house of dispair. He was recklessness and thrill. An adventurous child lived within. Remus had the bless to get to know him more deeply. To learn many secrets and shy confessions. Now Remus wondered how he would escape. But he had to.
"This is wrong, Mr. Black. What we are doing..."
"You agreed to call me Sirius. That's my name after all"
Remus sighed "What we do is considered illegal, a real sin. We could be punished for it"
Sirius closed his eyes.
"Marrying this woman would be the right thing. It is what is 'natural'..."
"You are my daily light, Remus!"
Sirius had raised his voice, and for a second he sounded as impotent as his father. Remus was taken aback by the first name. Only used in those moments of solitude when they forgot who they were.
"I wake up everyday to a miserable life I don't want. They dragged me out of school. Kept me away from my friends. From James. Only to fulfill a life I don't truly want. I don't want to be like my father. I don't want to be as hollow and cruel as he is. My heart aches thinking about the life I was meant to live"
Sirius was crying now. How unwelcome were those tears and how much Remus wanted to clean them away.
"Sometimes, I don't even want to get out of bed. But then I remember I am going to see you. And my heart glows with joy"
Luckily the tears came with a beautiful smile. Remus' heart responded accurately.
"You have become my everything. My days, my nights, my entire being"
"What we ought to do, Sirius?" Remus asked, trying to swallow his surrow "There's no importance if I feel exactly the same about you. If I also can't get you out of my thoughts. If I've never felt this way about someone..."
Remus wiped the current tears from his face. Whatever happened, Remus needed to be strong. Stop this was the right thing to do. There was no place for their sinful love.
Even if Sirius' eyes were doing exactly what Remus' were avoiding to do.
"But you know deep in your soul this cannot continue" Remus continued "Not only because my surroundings are far less and humble than yours. But also because we are both men and..."
"What shall I do if no woman fill my heart the way you do?"
"The sin is addictive, I get it, Mr. Black" Remus answered "But not confuse it with any other powerful feeling. You would see nothing compares with the nurtured care of your wife..."
Sirius was shaking his head unwilling to hear any longer.
"Her love, her kisses, her touch..."
"I want you! I want you and only you" Sirius cried. He sounded like a child in search for something sweet late at night.
Remus felt his eyes fill up, like a clowd before a storm.
Sirius approached willing to erase all the space between them. He was a bright star. Beautiful from afar but surely dangerous up close. Remus was momentarily out of breath.
"I love you"
It was only a whisper but it had such power to wonder through Remus' mind like an echo. It made Remus' body shake. And his heart transform into a drum.
"Do you love me?"
His face was too close. The star so bright that Remus had to close his eyes and focus on his breathing. He had his own star a few centimeters away. But actually touching it would be dangerous.
"Tell me the truth. I only require what is the truth"
Remus was panting. Or else he would cry.
"Remus, please"
That pleading was the key to open Remus' heart.
"Of course I love you!"
It was one of the most certain truths in his life. Everyone was surprised that Remus John Lupin hadn't found a wife yet, perhaps a lover, or a related friend to accompany his lonely nights. But here was the answer. Remus was born to love Sirius Black. Even if it was wrong, or a sin, or the gate to hell itself. Remus couldn't stop. No matter what happened. Who he and Sirius would end up betrothing. They would always love each other.
Sirius was laughing. It sounded magestic in Remus' mind. Perhaps a chorus of a beautiful fallen angel. His perfection ended to live a life full of encarnated forbidden love. Away from everything pure and right.
"Then love me, you coward!" Sirius demanded with a potent voice "Love me and never stop"
Remus obeyed compelled by the strong power of this love. He sealed the pact with a passionate kiss that was responded eagerly by the angel between his arms.
"I love you, Sirius" Remus confessed between kisses of damnation "Of course I love you"
"My eternal love, my life, I am yours and only yours" Sirius answered with the same eager.
Both would fall to hell. Both would suffer the consequences. But together. They were glued like magnets. Their bodies fitted together like pieces of a beautiful sculpture. It was a precious love to fight for. Even if they had to go to the end of the world for it. Remus would accept anything. He was doomed. He was doomed for good.
#marauders#maraudersera#muggleau#19th century au#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#19th century#gay love
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