#al: they sleep in the same room and say i love you? did i get this wrong i was playing romance
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Like Right Now? ; Peter Maximoff x Reader
summary: Part 2 of this fic! Peter waited as long as he could - which wasn't very long. He wants round 2 and you do too. Like.... right now.
word count: 3.3K words!
w a r n i n g s: shameless smut, smut with a little plot, unprotected sex, couch sex, sex while parent is in the same vicinity dry humping, kissing, neck kissing.
a/n: not beta-read. by popular request... aaaah I'm still as nervous as I was posting the first part of this! anyway, I hope it's good and satisfies the peter craving! as always, sorry for any clunky weirdo writing!!!
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With a contented sigh, you opened the door to the house you shared with your mother. Even though you were technically an adult now, you had decided to stay with her, helping her around the house. A child of divorce, you’d always been a little overprotective of her, and couldn’t imagine her alone.
“Did you have a good skate, honey?” Your mother asked, watching from the living room as you hung your skates on the hook by the door. With your thumb, you furiously rubbed off a scuff mark off the shiny surface and nodded. Boy, did you. Best skate you’d ever had. Using your heels to slip your sneakers off, and kicking them towards the rest of the shoes, you laughed. “Yeah, I went real fast tonight and–”
The phone interrupted your next words, ringing shrilly. You practically stumbled towards it, reaching out for it like a parched man reaches for water. Your insides wound themselves in knots, just knowing that it was Peter on the other end.
“H-hello?”
“Hey cutie.” He’d waited. As long as he could without losin’ his ever loving mind. Which, he wondered if he already had, considering how bad he was aching to hear your voice again. Maybe he’d already lost it.
“Hi,” you hummed, turning away from your mother. You brought your tone lower, hushed.
“Did you just get home?”
“Yeah, Peter, I did.”
“Dang, slow poke. I’ve been home for a while.”
“Okay, well,” you laughed. “That’s not fair.”
“When do we get to uh… hang out again? Huh? I’m already jonesin’ to see you again. With or without skates.” Peter adjusted the phone against his ear, waiting.
You peeked around the corner. Your mother was busy with her program, no longer paying attention to your conversation, likely assuming that it was just one of your girlfriends. How wrong she was…
“Hang out? Is that what we did?”
“Yea’, er… somethin’ like that.”
“Whenever you want.”
“Aw, man, don’t say that…”
“Why not?” You ducked around the corner and plopped down on the third step of the staircase, winding the cord around your fingers. You knew why. You heard the way that Peter’s breath hitched in his throat, even through the phone.
“Like… now?”
“...Right now?” You asked back, almost in a teasing tone. “Like right now?”
“Yeah!” His tone was bright and excited, and it sounded like he was already out of breath.
“My house?” The suggestion was brave, but you knew your mom would be going to sleep within the half-hour. If you stayed quiet, she wouldn’t hear you over her bedroom TV.
“Yeah! I mean…” He cleared his throat, trying to act casual. Way more casualness was needed - he was acting super lame and way too into you. Maybe you liked that. Maybe you didn’t. He couldn’t risk it. “Sure. If you want.”
You began whispering your address, your eyes flitting to the living room. Your mother rose from the chair and went to the kitchen, none the wiser. You continued, knowing Peter had already committed it to memory. Your mother leaned down to cup your face as she went up the stairs and mouthed goodnight, and you covered the receiver with your hand.
“Night, mom. Love you.”
“Be there in a flash.” You heard him say.
You wanted to tell him to wait, but the line was already dead. As you moved, your hands shook and fumbled the receiver, dropping it once before getting it back on its cradle. Your mother had hardly gotten up the steps, and he’d be there any second, if he wasn’t already. You heard the door click shut and heaved a sigh of relief.
“Mom?” You said, testingly. She didn’t respond, so you launched your body up the carpeted stairs, running up them like a four-legged animal. Her door was shut, nothing but the dull glow of her bedside table seeping through the crack at the bottom of the door. You raced back down the stairs, your socks padding quietly down them, despite the speed.
Your bedroom was down the hall, past the kitchen. You’d never been gladder to be on the bottom floor. You crept into your room, edging the door shut until the latch clicked into place and as it did, paused to laugh at yourself; you were doing everything so sneakily, as though you were a child acting out. You were a grown woman, albeit still in your mom’s house, but the point remained. Pushing aside the curtains, you carefully maneuvered the window up. It was a warm summer evening, there was no reason why you wouldn't open your window - perfectly normal, if your mother heard it. You stuck your head out. No Peter. Surely, he’d have been here by now. You breathed, looking at the base of the tree outside your window. A squirrel skittered up into the branches. Just as you were about to pull your head back inside, Peter’s head comically poked out from the corner of the house. He had clearly been standing by the front door, which horrified you.
“Took so long, I was about to knock – .”
You shushed him, and whispered harshly for him to get inside. He stuck one leg in, climbing in carefully – the last thing he needed was to be a total klutz and eat it on your bedroom floor.
“You’re crazy, you know that? The front door!?”
“Cool your jets, babe. You didn’t tell me which window was yours. Where’s your mom?”
“Upstairs, hopefully sleeping.”
“Good,” he murmured into your lips, suddenly in front of you. He’d caught you off guard with his speed, but like everything he’d done from the moment he’d complimented your skates, he was so frustratingly cute. The kiss was warm and soft, you were in no position to resist it. He kissed you back towards the bed, his hands cupping your breasts, thumb tweaking your nipples over your shirt. Which reminded you… you were still in your skating clothes. There was far too much fabric in between his thumb and your nipple.
“Lemme’,” you murmured sloppily into his lips, before finally pulling back. “Lemme’ change first, okay? It’ll look less suspicious. Who needs to cool their jets, huh?”
“Sorry, sorry.” Hands up, Peter took a step back, watching you as you sauntered off towards your small closet. Your hips swayed back and forth to a song that wasn’t playing. Probably something you’d heard at the skating rink. You could admit it, you were putting on a bit of a show in hopes of arousing him.
Still though, you hurried, sliding the doors open and pulling your shirt over your head. You reached around and undid your bra, glancing back at him cheekily. Woah, jackpot… he thought, hoping, that at that point, he wasn’t drooling like a cartoon dog. He was watching you intently, a crooked grin plastered on his face. Neck turned, you held his gaze, daring him to look as you slid your shorts and panties down over the curve of your ass. He looked, but it was so fast of a peek that it was impossible for you to notice. Now finished with your impromptu strip tease, you pulled a sleeping shirt from the shelf and threw it on, spinning on your heels to face him.
Clad in nothing but the oversized t-shirt, you marched back to Peter, who had taken a seat on the edge of your bed. You climbed behind him, sliding your hands up the round muscle of his shoulders. On your knees, you were just taller than him and decided to take advantage of that by kissing his neck, slowly. You nipped here and there, suckling in other places while your hands explored the front of his shirt, ghosting over the faded print.
Peter started sweating, and the stiffness between his legs got worse. Much worse. There was no hiding it, or ignoring it and he could’ve sworn that he heard you giggle behind him. His expression was a melange of pain and pleasure, and as your hands neared his crotch, he couldn’t really tolerate much more of your tender kissing…
“Babe,” In a blur of motion, your back was pressed against your mattress, and he was back to tweaking your nipples again, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. The action made you squirm. “Your foreplay is bitchin’, but you’re driving me crazy. Loco. I feel like I’m gonna’ bust.”
“Okay, so now what?”
“Now what?” He repeated, almost mockingly. “It’s my turn.”
His hand trailed down from your breasts over the curve of your stomach to the soft mound between your legs. You felt a buzzing directly on the sensitive bundle of nerves and looked down, equal parts confused and aroused. It was his hand, and not a vibrator, but instead of seeing his fingers move back and forth, you saw a flesh-coloured blur. Everything you’d learned about fingering… in the span of a few hours, he’d completely shattered. So, he could finger-fuck you at super-speed, and he could literally vibrate your clit. Of course he could.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, an intoxicating lilt to your words. Peter groaned, and ground his hips against the side of your thigh. His finger dipped down, collecting some of your warm, slithery wetness and pulling it back up, smearing it around your folds.
You clapped your hand over your mouth, legs quivering. The pad of his middle finger continued tapping your clit and you felt the very rapid climb of your orgasm. Without warning from him, Peter’s hand drifted away from your pussy, his slick fingers gripping your thigh. “Babe, I’m thirsty.”
“Wh-what?” Breathless and sweaty, you quirked a brow at him.
“You got a soda or something?”
“Uh, yeah, in the kitchen. Y-you’re really thirsty right now?”
Before you could protest, you stood in the kitchen. He had opened the fridge, popped the tab on a can of Coke, guzzled it, and tossed it into the bin. You blinked. “What… Peter…!” You sniggered, covering your mouth to muffle the sound of your own voice. Your mother’s bedroom was right above the living room, and the last thing you wanted was her to wake.
He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t wait any longer. He’d gotten you downstairs, and now it was time to up the ante. Wrapping his arms around you, Peter zipped to the couch, and could’ve fucked your wet little cunt right there on the sofa. In the span of a few seconds, Peter could’ve drilled his aching cock inside of you, just long enough for you to feel it, just long enough for him to bust inside you and just long enough to make you quiver. Instead, he hovered over you, looking deep into your eyes, chest heaving.
“What’re you so nervous for, babe? You know that the second I hear footsteps, we’d be back in your room.”
“Peter, we can’t… my mom is right above us, dude!”
“You’re no fun, c’mon.” He craned his neck down, pressing a few teasing kisses along your exposed collarbone. “C’mon, babe.”
You whimpered, rolling your lips inward and your eyes upward. For being such a top tier goof ball, he was unnervingly good at making you feel like your entire body was on fire. That electric current that you felt at the roller rink was back, buzzing through you at a high voltage.
“Peter…” you begged, hoping he’d change his mind because the reality was that he’d get his way if he didn’t. You were too turned on and too into him to say no.
“C’moooon.” Another kiss. Internally, he was ripping stuffing. His confidence was outrageous, where did he get the balls? He wished you were holdin’ his – no. Stop right there. You ran your tongue along your teeth, and Peter watched the wet muscle as it swept across the enamel, glistening.
“You promise?” you asked.
He nodded, too eagerly, his silver hair flopping with the motion. “Scout’s honour, or whatever. She won’t know a thing.”
With a little huff, you spread your legs, allowing him in. Peter wasted no time in letting that wet, aching monster free, immediately pulling his gray boxers down over his balls. You pressed your hips into the couch cushions, backing away from the heat that met your groin and Peter followed them, pressing his hips right back into you. He groaned breathily, rutting his hips. You were soft and warm underneath him, and felt so soo good. The shaft of his cock met your wet folds, and he immediately found a rhythm, humping you in long, steady thrusts that had you curling your toes. Every time the velvet plush head of his cock bumped into your swollen clit, you whimpered. Ecstasy deluded your senses, eyes rolling back in your head.
“Peter, oh my god…!” His hand clamped over your mouth, his dark eyes widening in a warning.
“Shhhhhhh –”
You nodded underneath his grip, remembering the threat of the situation. Peter kept his hand on your mouth, pressing tightly against your soft lips. He reached down, taking hold of his cock and pumped it in and out of his own fist a few times before lining up with your entrance.
“Ready?”
With lusty, half-lidded eyes, you nodded.
Peter pushed his leaking tip inside of you, then with a shaky breath, sunk the rest of the way in. The sensation of your walls stretching to accommodate his thick cock was indescribable; hot, tight pleasure coursed through your body in waves as Peter found his rhythm. Fast. Fast rhythm. He fucked like a teenage boy, and you liked that – his bunny humps were deep and intentional, like the crimson head was trying to find the deepest point inside of you. Peter pressed his lightning-bolt patterned socks against the armrest of the couch, using it as leverage to push himself inside of you.
His cock made slick by your arousal, his hips moved against yours rapidly, hammering your cunt in a way that you physically thought impossible. In the darkness, you saw Peter smirk crookedly, pleased with the visual below him. Your tits bouncing underneath the shirt with each thrust, your eyes wide and lust-blown. His gaze dropped to them, watching, entranced. With your free hand, you reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to your collarbone and letting your breasts fall free.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered.
Skates fast. Fucks fast. Cums fast. You thought, watching as his face contorted, his eyebrows knitting together, jaw dropping. His breaths came out in hurried little huffs as he pumped inside of you, filling your cunt with sticky, white heat.
“Honey?”
He froze. You froze. Stiffly, you turned your head towards the staircase, looking up into the darkness, petrified.
“YEAH! YEah, mom, just… getting a drink!” You tried to keep your voice level, but there was something so inherently naughty about having a guy on top of you, his dick inside of you while you spoke to your mother. Your stomach was tight, muscles burning with the contraction.
“Oh, okay! I thought I heard - I don’t know. I love you!”
“I love you too! Goodnight!”
Once the door clicked shut, and your head snapped back in Peter’s direction, who was still panting on top of you. Slapping his pectoral muscle hard, you mouthed go go go go! Naturally, before you’d finished the last ‘go’, Peter had pulled out and you were back in the safety of your bedroom before a drop of cum had time to leak from your swollen cunt. Back on your bed, your hair splayed out on the satin pillowcases. Peter was at your side, drawing circles on the exposed flesh of your stomach.
“Did you uh -”
“No… I didn’t have a chance.”
“Oh, uh… sorry about that. That happens a lot, y’know? Part of the whole speedster thing, I can’t always –”
“Peter… shhh… it’s cute. It means you like me.”
He pointed a finger at you, pushing his bottom lip into his top. “That… that is true. Hey. I have an idea.”
In the darkness, only illuminated by the moonlight that filtered in through the window, you saw Peter sink down to his stomach, resting between your legs. He moved both legs atop his shoulders, pulling you forward.
You felt a hot breath against your thighs, and whimpered. When a warm tongue licked between your wet folds, you moaned out, grinding your head back into the pillow. Peter slipped a single digit into your cunt gently, twirling his tongue around your clit as he did. He pumped it in and out a few times, feeling the way your cunt squeezed around him. Your wetness coated his finger, dripping down the length into his palm.
You felt your cunt clenching, uncontrollably. Peter did too and withdrew his finger. His tongue flicked at your clit rapidly, the wet, slick sounds filling the quietness of the bedroom. His dark eyes flitted up to yours, watching every minute expression that flashed across your face.
“S-slow down…” you whispered, not loud enough for him to hear. It was more of a desperate breath in the shape of the words. He didn’t hear you, and even if he had, he was far too busy burying his nose in your cunt, tasting your sweet fluids. His tongue lapped at your entrance and curled back towards his throat, swallowing. He groaned into her, the sound resonating through your core.
“Peter… Peter!” You whispered harshly, gripping his head on either side. He didn’t budge, and his eyes drifted shut in ecstasy. Moving up to take a fistful of silver hair, you yanked him off your cunt, his reddened lips glistening and open, confused. His inky orbs looked up at you, dazed and desperate.
“Whaaat?” he asked, a hint of annoyance tainting his usually upbeat voice.
“Slow… down….”
“Sorry but that’s not really… my…” He paused, looking at your weeping cunt again. “...thing. She doesn’t really look like she wants me to, either.” He reached forward, sweeping a single digit along the length of your pussy. You jerked, sensitive.
“I can’t stand it, I’m gonna’ cum too quickly.”
“Quick is in the name, babe.” He shrugged his shoulders, as if telling you that you were shit out of luck.
He dove back in, and picked up licking her again, from bottom to top. He was slightly slower than before – maybe he’d decided to have mercy on you. Or maybe he was just savouring the feeling of your cunt as it practically fluttered on his tongue, your clit throbbing with the sensitivity. You rocked your hips against his mouth, humping his pretty face with reckless abandon. It was the only control you had, because as soon as you started that, his tongue had returned to the speedy flipping of your clit.
You were going to cum – so fast that you hardly had time to process it.
“Ffffuck… oh god,” you whimpered. Your cunt pulsed over and over again, and Peter was right there to feel it. He speared two fingers into her. Curled them upwards, feeling the clench of your orgasm as it came. He fucked you with his fingers until the throbbing stopped, and the first hint of overstimulation came – you whined, too loudly.
Peter grinned, his slick fingers slipping from your pussy. With a mischievous little glimmer in his eyes, he observed them, watching as the thick, clear strands strung apart between his digits.
You wanted to ask him on a date. He wanted to ask you on one. But neither of you said a thing. Neither of you said a thing, and just watched each other breathing, chests heaving, heavy with lust. Lookin’ cuter than she ever has… Peter thought, watching you in your post-coital state; sweaty and blushing.
You knew you were going to be obsessed with him – were already obsessed with him. The high that you chased with skating was nothing compared to what you felt being around this silver dork, and all his little quirks.
“So uh… same bat-time, same bat channel?”
You chuckled. “Yeah, Peter. Yeah.”
#Peter Maximoff#Peter Maximoff x reader#Peter Maximoff x you#Quicksilver x you#Quicksilver x reader#myfics#X-Men Movies
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I hope goncharov's success will give scorsese the push he needs to finally let Robert de Niro and Al Pacino kiss
#goncharov#martin scorsese#al pacino#robert de niro#remember in the irishman in conversation when al pacino was like#'they had a weird relationship when you think about it they slept in the same room--'#and scorsese in terror jumped right in like THERES NOTHING GAY ABOUT IT#you dont even know what alfredo was going to say chill man#al pacino was playing romance though i know it in my heart#al: oh so they're gay. martin: w-who said#al: they sleep in the same room and say i love you? did i get this wrong i was playing romance#martin: you were WHAT#de niro: i was also playing romance#martin: Y#martin: WAS ANYBODY ELSE PLAYING ROMANCE#joe pesci and harvey keitel: *raise hands*
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Sleep well, amour Pt. 2
Parings: Alastor x reader
Summary: After falling asleep to his voice, you wake up and get confronted by Alastor. Later, you walk in on him sleeping.
Word count: 1523
Warnings: Mention of Alastor eating and k*lling a deer
part one
A/N: PART TWO IS HERE!!! I had SO many options wracking my brain on where to take this, but I picked this one! I hope you all enjoy it :’) let me know if you have any feedback, I’d love to hear it. Also, I’m currently working on all the requests I got :) as well as part 2 to that-no-good-first-man-on-earth
You wake up, blinking and looking around. Momentarily forgetting where you are.
Shit. You fell asleep in Alastor’s recording room. Thankfully, he isn’t here right now.
Before you could get up, you notice a purple blanket on you. It seems to be the one that was on his coat hanger. Did Alastor put this on you..? The thought has you smiling and your cheeks reddening.
Alastor’s voice sure does have an effect on you. You look outside to see what time it is, but remember that it’s Hell and the sky is always the same shade of red. You’re going to have to get used to that.
Getting up, you put the blanket back on the hanger and look around some more. It feels some-what intimate right now to be in his space when he’s not around. You wonder how long you’ve been asleep for.
You walk over to his table and notice a red “play” button on his radio equipment and are tempted to press it. It surely won’t cause any harm to hear what he was talking about when you were asleep. You press it and listen.
“Haha! For any sinner, I know it’s a tempting question. But I-“ The recording fast forwards. “Nevertheless, I find it quite amusing that this technology box thinks he is on any sort of level to me! Call me crazy but the sinners have been taaallkinggg, and they think he sounds quite obsessed.” He laughs, knowing Vox is probably listening.
You smile at his voice and find it funny how he is a bit of a drama queen when it comes to his radio broadcasts. You know deep down he doesn’t actually care about the whole situation with Vox, but it’s still funny how he entertains it.
Looking to your right, you see a mug that has “Oh Deer” written on it. There seems to be a bit of black coffee still left in the mug. The “deer” reference made you giggle. You’ve always wondered about his past and how exactly he is part deer anyhow. Oh well, It’ll reveal itself with time.
You’re looking at all the other buttons on his equipment, wondering what they do, when all of a sudden you hear light footsteps on the other side of the door. It’s most likely Alastor. Nobody would willingly go to his room without permission.
The door opens slowly and in steps Alastor. You notice how he opened the door quietly, to not make make much noise. As he still assumed you were asleep. You smiled at that.
He looks ahead and sees you, immediately smiling. “Ah! My dear. You’re awake!” He claps his hands together, his cane leaning on his side.
“Hey Al. Um.. about what happened I-“ You start.
“Ah, ah! No need to explain yourself, sweetheart! Don’t go giving yourself a headache.” He cuts in and laughs.
He looks down at you and says, “you just find comfort in my voice, don’t you?” He asks, with a smug smile.
Your eyes go wide and you stutter. Of course it wasn’t the most secretive thing. Still, you didn’t think he actually knew.
“U-um. Well..” You say.
He tilts his head to side as if saying, “Go on…”
There’s really no getting out of this. Plus, you don’t think Alastor would actually care. He’d probably just find it funny.
“Yeah, I do.” You admit. “I find comfort in your voice, of course I do! I just.. I don’t know.”
You aren’t sure what to say, it’s a tad embarrassing.
Alastor begins to laugh.
“I certainly could tell! I find it quite amusing if I do say so myself.” He says.
He definitely doesn’t mind it, he has a soft spot for you. But he’s also a bit confused on why you even do. He knows his radio voice is unique, but nobody ever commented on it bringing them comfort. They usually scream and run away when they hear him. You’ve been there long enough to see him kill and do so many things that people describe as “horrible, satanic, terrifying” but you still find comfort in him nevertheless? He thinks it’s absolutely adorable!
“Amusing?” You ask.
He nods and says, “Amusing, darling! I mean.. you know who I am, do you not?” He laughs and continues. “Though you still find comfort.. now that’s an interesting fact, don’t you think?”
You shy away, looking anywhere but him. You’re comfortable around him, of course, but you’re a tiny but embarrassed of this whole situation. You know he is definitely loving his though.
He places a finger on your jaw and guides your head back to look at him.
“Uh, uh, dear. There’s no need to feel shy! I never said it was a bad thing. I’m truly honoured!” He says, smiling down at you.
You and him have been getting to know each other for a while now and you’ve just been going deeply and deeply more interested in him. You almost laugh at yourself because you sometimes act as if you did when you alive, how you obsessed over fictional characters and “fan fiction.”
You look at him and say, “Well, that’s good then.” You chuckle.
“Mm, it is isn’t it?” He says.
He thinks you’re absolutely pathetic, but in a good way. He wouldn’t let anything hurt you, this new sensation is something he never wants to get rid of.
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Later that day, Charlie wanted you to pass a message on to Alastor about the hotel reservations. You knew he was in his room because he mentioned that if you needed him, he’d be in there having some dinner (aka, deer). Which he has in his half room half forest. You really wonder how on earth he even did that. The wonders of being a radio demon!
You’re at his door, lightly knocking. You wait a few seconds but you don’t hear anything from the other side.
“Al?” You question while knocking again.
“Hm.” You think.
You aren’t sure if you should go in or not. Sure, the thing Charlie told you about could wait but you also wanted to make sure he was okay. What if he.. choked or something? You’re sure the radio demon could handle that but you just want to make sure.
“Al, I’m coming in.. okay?” You say while knocking once more.
You slowly twist the knob and push the door open. Peaking in, you see him on the other side of the room, in a chair.
“Alastor, are you alr-“ You stop yourself when you notice his eyes are closed.
Closing the door behind you, you walk up to him.
He’s currently sitting in the chair, his arm on the table and his head resting on his hand. He looks so peaceful. His mouth isn’t smiling and his face just looks so.. relaxed. You’ve never saw him like this before. He mumbles occasionally and his ears twitch every so often as he sleeps. You aren’t sure how he finds this position comfortable, but you smile at it nonetheless.
You don’t want to disturb him so you leave, now relaxed that you know he’s okay.
Right before you grab the knob of the door, you hear, “Y/n?”
You whip your head back and you see him standing up, looking at you with his smile.
“Did you need something, dear?” He asks, as if he wasn’t just dead asleep a second ago.
Of course, it makes sense he is a light sleeper.
“O-oh, no. Charlie just wanted me to tell you that the renovations went well and that the guys who inspect the place will be here tomorrow!” You say. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”
“Ahh, alright! And nonsense! You couldn’t disturb me.” He says.
You look at him and smile.
“You know, you could join me if you want! I was just resting and then going to have some dinner.” He offers.
You perk up but then remember that Husk assigned you a task of picking up crates of whiskey for the bar.
“Shit, sorry. I can’t. I have to go get more alcohol for the bar.” You say with a frown.
“More? If I remember correctly, we just got new shipments in.. last week?” He says with a laugh. “Though I’m not surprised we ran out again. Husker is a busy man. Well, my dear. Some other time, then!”
You notice him looking back into the forest, eyeing a deer.
“Yeah, some other time.” You smile. “Have a good dinner, Alastor!”
He smiles back at you says, “Oh I will.” He chuckles, his radio eyes making an appearance as he looks back the deer.
“You have yourself a lovely day, sweetheart!” He says with a wave.
“You too!” Waving back, you then open the door and leave. Once you leave you hear shrieking on the other side of the door, definitely the deer that Al was eyeing.
You’re excited to have more encounters with him, and even take him up on the dinner offer! You remember him mentioning he wanted to introduce you to his friend, Rosie. You’re looking forward to it.
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Spider // Alexia Putellas
a/n: inspired by a tik tok I saw, but sadly can’t find anymore!
Early on in your relationship, you learned that Alexia wasn‘t afraid of anything - the complete opposite of you.
It was you who hid in the crook of her neck when you watched horror movies,
it was you who sent her downstairs when you heard some weird noises,
and it was you who had a night light on when she was away.
Seeing Alexia scared or frightened had never been on your agenda as you had tried to scare her multiple times already, her reaction always the same, "I know you‘re there" or "don‘t even try it, mi amor, I heard you"
But the one time you did see her scared was in a way you never expected it to be.
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You stood in the kitchen as you debated on what to cook tonight.
You weren't the biggest fan of cooking nor the best at it, but since it was an unspoken rule that one night you would cook and the following day Alexia, you naturally stuck to it, especially when you knew that she had training until the evening.
So, as you leaf through the cooking book, you stopped at every recipe you knew Alexia enjoyed, checking if you had the ingredients.
With the music playing softly in the background and your daydreaming, you didn‘t realize that your girlfriend had entered the room. Silently, she walked up behind you, resting her chin on your shoulder while her arms looped around your midsection as she pulled you against her front, "what got you so distracted, mi amor?"
Your body tensed and froze - being frightened before you quickly melted into her embrace.
"I don‘t know what to cook" closing your eyes, you rested your hands over hers.
"What about some simple pasta?" she proposed as she started to press featherlight kisses along your neck, making you melt even further in her touch. In responds you nodded, turning in her grasp, "how was training?" you asked, putting your arms around her neck, the two of you swaying to the music.
Tiredly, she smiled "good but exhausting. I scored some goals"
"Something new" you teased, pinching her cheeks, grinning widely at her expression.
"Stop"
Biting your lip, "Hm? I‘m not doing anything. All I was saying was-"
Leaning in, the Catalonian locked your lips, preventing you from finishing your sentence. Immediately, butterflies erupted in your stomaches while your minds went blank, only focusing on each other.
"If it was always that easy to shut you up, hm?" the girl grumbled jokingly, pulling you back in. Kissing you would always be her favourite activity.
That girl was obsessed with and addicted to you - she could never get enough of you.
She loved kissing you,
she loved hugging and holding you,
she loved talking and listening to you,
she loved protecting and claiming you as hers,
she simply loved you.
After a few kisses, the midfielder excused herself to change into more comfortable clothes when all of sudden a hair-raising, terrifying and horrific scream came from upstairs - Alexia.
"Ale?!" you shouted, grabbing the nearest weapon - a fork.
Running to your bedroom with adrenaline pumping through your body, you prayed that she was alright.
Please let her be okay.
As you threw the door open - ready to fight whatever was behind it - your girlfriend stood on your shared bed, gripping the sleep shirt in her hand and screaming.
"Are you okay?! What‘s wrong?! Are you hurt?! Why are you screaming?!"
Alexia had a look of disgust and fear displayed in her features, "araña!"
At this point, you really should have continued your duolingo strike because you didn‘t understand what she was talking about at all.
"Spider"
She pointed to the wall, her body tense and slightly shaking.
Sighing in relief that it was nothing dramatic, you walked to the wall where she was pointing at, the spider not visible until you were one step in front of it.
"la araña is huge!"
"It‘s tiny" you laughed, shaking your head, putting down your 'weapon' "baby, I thought someone was in here"
"She is!"
"yes but she probably lives here" walking towards the bed, you held out one hand for her to take, leaving your guest alone "she does not pay any bills! She‘s not allowed to live here! Kill it" your girlfriend demanded, crossing her arms yet her eyes not leaving the gigantic monster, "I will not leave this bed until it‘s out of my house"
"Okay" you stated, walking towards the door, intending to get an item that would help you remove the spider.
"Where are you going?!" Alexia‘s voice shrilled, more fear appearing in her eyes.
"Getting a glass" your voice was calm and gentle, not wanting to stress out the footballer even more.
Which didn‘t seem to help.
"Why do you need to drink something now?! Kill the monster!" she panicked, "don‘t leave me alone in here"
"I want to-" you cut yourself off, there was no point in explaining what your plan was as everything seemed to freak out the Barcelona player. So instead of walking out of the bedroom, you walked towards her, offering your hand once again.
She clinged onto you, her legs wrapping tightly around your waist, arms holding you around your neck as she hid in the crook of your neck - something that had never happened before.
Roles were reserved - you were the protector and she was the one to be protected because the 'I’m never scared'- girl was in fact scared and very so.
Gently, you sat her down on the couch, pressing a kiss to her forehead before you got a glass and a piece of paper, heading back to your bedroom. You felt Alexia‘s eyes burning holes into back of your head until you were out of sight.
The tough girl was seriously afraid of a tiny tiny spider, somehow ironic.
When you arrived in the room, you walked towards the spot were the spider was - it wasn‘t there anymore.
Slightly in panic, (not afraid of the missing spider but your girlfriends reaction) you thought about what to do. Telling Alexia was definitely not an option and neither was searching for it. The spider was tiny and compared to your bedroom, it would take hours to find it, so there was only one option left: leaving the spider wherever it was and acting like you removed it.
And even though, you were the worst liar and you hated lying, was this an acceptable lie - after all, it was about her safety and peace of mind.
With a plan in mind, you headed to the bathroom. You knew Alexia would hear the flushing toilet and assume you killed the spider, exactly what you needed - for her to think the spider was gone forever.
All you could do now was to hope and pray that you would eventually find it and not her.
Making your way downstairs, Alexia waited patiently at the edge of the couch, "is it gone?" she asked.
"Yes, baby"
"Gracias amor" she got up, keeping her distance as the items the spider had touched were still in your hands.
She followed you in the kitchen where you threw away the paper, about to put the glass in the dishwasher, "what are you doing?!" the midfielder‘s eyes wide, voice high-pitched, "put the glass in the trash!"
"What? Baby, it’s perfectly fine"
"No no no, this will not stay in my house!"
You admitted defeat as you also threw away the glass. The lady needed her inner peace back.
"Maybe we should get some takeout tonight?" you proposed, taking her hand and walking in the living room.
"Sí, that‘s good"
The midfielder collapsed on top of you, hugging your figure as she pressed soft kisses along your jaw, "my hero" she smiled, finally interlocking your lips, showing her appreciation of protecting her. She purred every inch of love and affection into that kiss, thanking you yet also shutting you up as she knew you had a teasing comment resting on the tip of your tongue.
After puling away to catch some air, it left your mouth anyways, "never scared, hm?" you giggled, her cheeks turning red.
In responds, she just kissed you once again, the spider long forgotten as the touch of your lips made her forget everything in the world.
If the spider had still been there, you would have gotten rid of it to protect your girl and though, the plan had changed, the intention stayed the same, so you happily accepted the thank you and love you were getting at the moment.
next day
"AMOR!"
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your best friend never told you that her older brother was off limits, but she never said he wasn’t, either.
that still didn’t stop you from catching feelings for him, and you’d rather die than go up to her and say, “hey, i’m in love with oscar, is it okay if we date?” mostly because now you know oscar wants you too, and to be honest, it’s kind of fun keeping it a secret.
you saw him about as much as his family did— most of the time he was away for work, but the next race was his home one, and he arrived a week early. you, of course, being his sister’s best friend, practically lived at the piastri house half the time, and ended up being there for his homecoming. the side hug he’d given you was expected, but the wink he sent your way when he started climbing the stairs to his room was not.
you replayed that moment over and over in your head for the rest of the day, until eventually you found yourself struggling to sleep and decided to go down to the kitchen for some water.
silently slipping out of the guest room, you were careful to tread lightly down the stairwell, avoiding all the creaky spots with practiced ease. you didn’t want to wake anyone up, most of all the object of all the thoughts that were keeping you awake.
though, all your effort was for naught when you saw that the overhead sink light was on in the kitchen, and none other than oscar himself was quietly getting ice out of the freezer. his hair looked unbelievably soft and slightly messy, like he was running his hands through it. he was wearing an older looking pair of gray joggers, and worst of all, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. you’ve seen him shirtless plenty of times, but one look was all it took to notice that he had most definitely filled out since you last saw him.
your mind was screaming at you to abort mission, abort mission, because you couldn’t be alone with him when he’s half naked like this, but when you shifted to make your retreat, you stepped on the wrong floorboard. it groaned obnoxiously loudly, and your eyes met oscar’s.
“can’t sleep?”
you shook your head. “uh-uh. figured i’d get a drink and see if that helps.”
“ah, we had the same idea then.” he smiled softly. “sit down, i’ll get it for you.”
“thanks, oz.” the childhood nickname slipped easily from your lips as you crossed the kitchen and lifted yourself up onto the counter nearest to him. “having a good season so far?”
“yeah, pretty good. good progression with the car, almost got a podium last race.”
“i know,” you said, looking down at your lap when he raised his eyebrows at you. “i watched.”
he hummed, handing you a glass and holding his own up. “cheers.”
you clinked your glass against his and took a sip before putting it to the side. “no teasing remarks?”
“nah, i think it’s cute.” he grinned, taking another drink and setting his own glass down. “my number one fangirl.”
“and there it is,” you rolled your eyes, though his quiet laughter was infectious and you couldn’t help joining in. “i’m your sister’s best friend, obviously i’m gonna watch.”
“and it has nothing to do with me?” he asked with a faux pout, flattening a palm right next to you on the counter so he could lean a bit closer.
“do you want it to?” you rested your hand inches away from his and closed the gap between the two of you a little.
“i think it already does.” his other hand slid between your thighs and forced them apart so he could move into the new space and effectively cage you to where you sat on the counter. “y’know, i almost kissed you in front of everyone earlier.”
“why didn’t you?” you whispered, eyes fluttering when his nose brushed yours.
“wanted it to happen when we were alone.” you could practically feel his lips against your own when he spoke, but you also really wanted him to make the first move.
running on the pure adrenaline stemming from your close proximity to the man you want more than anything in the world, you ran your palms over the back of his hands, up his forearms, past his biceps, and settled them on his bare shoulders. “oz…”
“yeah,” he replied, like he knew everything you were trying to say, before he finally closed the distance between you.
immediately, you knew you were addicted to kissing him. the way his mouth moved against yours, the way he wrapped your legs around his hips and held your knees to keep them there, the way he sighed when your fingers slid into his hair. you no longer wanted anything more than you wanted to keep kissing him even after all the breath left your lungs.
he took his time kissing you, keeping everything slow, soft, and gentle. there was no tongue, no teeth, no desperation. if either of you felt anything, it was relief.
finally.
it’s the first thing you said when you broke apart, causing him to smile before pulling you right back in. he kissed you again, and again, until your lips were swollen and you heard someone move around upstairs, breaking you out of your lovestruck trance.
“i’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered as you slid off the counter, reaching down and tangling your fingers with his and giving your hand a squeeze.
a squeeze that promises subtle glances across the table at breakfast, fleeting touches in the stairwell, and many more late night kisses.
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You Are Not My Mom!
Summary:
Lately, you and Joel noticed that Sarah has become withdrawn. You are both at a loss of what to do when an incident at schools reveals how Sarah currently feels towards you and how she feels about her current position in the growing Miller family.
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Bullying
Words:8,539
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Author's Notes:
I really hope that you enjoy this one. This one was hard to write. And thank you to @beardedjoel for all the help with this one. And yes I know Sarah is a sweet baby angel, but it will make sense.
You woke up feeling horrible yet again. You had spent the last hour of the early morning in the fetal position of the bathroom floor. You had tried your best to not wake your sleeping husband in the other room. He had a big day at work later on in the day and you wanted him to get as much rest as he could. He had been working so hard lately to provide for your growing family but promised you that at the end of the day, it would be worth it. However, despite your best attempts to stay quiet, Joel had woken up missing your warmth beside him.
“Jesus doll, why didn’t you wake me?” his sleepy deep voice echoed through the bathroom.
“I…I…shit, you need to rest,” you struggled to say as another bout of nausea hit you.
Joel, the ever-so-loving husband that he was, was by your side in an instant, making sure that he held your hair back for you. “I’m getting real worried about you doll. This is the third time this week that I have found you like this. What time is your appointment on Monday?”
“At nine I think,” you groaned, resting your head back against his chest. “I know work is busy right now, so I understand if you can’t come with me. I can always ask Maria if she can go with me. I promise you that I won’t find out the genders without you.”
Sighing, he pulled you into his arms and placed a gentle kiss on your head, “Like hell I’m going to miss it doll. Tommy can handle things for a while. I need to ask the doctor some questions regarding this whole morning sickness thing anyways. I need to make sure you and the little ones are okay. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you, them, or Sarah. You four are my whole world.”
When it came to the health and safety of his family, Joel didn’t play around. He would drop anything at the drop of a dime if you guys needed something. Looking down at where his hands were rubbing small circles on your belly, you couldn’t help but smile. You couldn’t believe how in just a few short months, your family of three would be a family of five. It came as quite a shock to everyone when the doctor told you that you were expecting twins. Neither side of your family had twins in them so when the doctor announced it, you stared at her like she had two heads and Sarah tried her hardest to keep Joel from passing out. You were all excited though and had plenty of love to go around.
Once you felt well enough to move without feeling sick to your stomach, Joel helped you to your feet and walked you over to the sink to help you clean up. He then guided you back to the bed, making sure that you were sitting up slightly before placing a kiss to your lips. Doing the same thing as he did all the other nights, he went downstairs to grab you some ginger ale and crackers for you. Those always seemed to help settle your stomach.
While downstairs, he tried his best to keep quiet, however the sound of someone entering the kitchen and turning the lights on startled him. “Dammit Sarah! Give your old man a warning will you,” he whispered loudly clutching his chest. “What are you doing up?”
“Sorry, but it's hard to sleep when you keep dropping things and cussing up a storm,” she groaned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What are you doing in here?”
“Your mom isn’t feeling good again, so I’m trying to find her some of those crackers that she likes. Do you know where they are? I know that I saw some here.”
“Oh, those crackers, I umm...I sort of ate them, sorry,” she winced.
“Really Sarah, I thought I told everyone not to touch them. That’s why I tried to hide them,” he growled. “I guess I’ll just have to go after work and pick up a box or two. We are running low on ginger ale. Do you need anything?”
Sarah shook her head, “No I don’t and why can’t she go to the store herself? She is the one that needs them. I only ate them because dinner was disgusting anyways.”
“Okay first off, watch your tone young lady. Your mom worked hard on that dinner. Second, I don’t want her overdoing it this weekend. I want her to take it easy till her appointment. Which brings me to something that I want to talk about. Come here, sit down,” he told her as he pulled out a chair for her. “Listen Sarah, you know how much I love you and you know how much I enjoy the time we spend together. However, considering how you have been acting lately and how I really need to be here in case your mother gets sick again, I think it’s best that we cancel our brunch date tomorrow.”
Ever since you came into her life when she was five years old, you had always made sure that Joel had put his daughter above everything else. You were the one coming into the family, after all. It had always been her and Joel and you didn’t want Sarah to feel like you were taking her dad away from her. So, you encouraged Joel to do something special with her. That’s why on the first Saturday of the month, Joel would take Sarah out for brunch and to do some shopping. Now with the babies coming, you encouraged it even more as she was going to have to get used to sharing both of your attention.
Joel watched as Sarah’s face fell. “What, no!”
“Will you hush,” he tried to quiet his daughter. “Look I’m sorry to do it Sarah, but I have no choice. You haven’t been on your best behavior lately and that attitude of yours needs to change. I know you are going through some changes, but you need to let us in and help you though. I know your mom is really worried about you too. I promise you though as soon as I see a change in you and your mom starts feeling better, then maybe we can see about rescheduling. Right now, though, it isn’t a good time to reward you, Sarah. I hope you understand that.”
“But...but...ugh! This is so not fair!” she growled as she ripped herself away from the table and away from him. Then like she used to do when she was little, she stomped her feet all the way to her room before slamming the door behind her.
All Joel could do was shake his head in disappointment. That was the type of behavior that he was talking about. Normally Sarah was a great kid. She never talked back and was always fun to be around. She was always one to put a smile on your face. As of late, however, she had this newly found attitude and walked around like she had a chip on her shoulder. Every time he tried to ask her what was going on Sarah would snap at him and storm off. Like he said, something was going to have to change soon.
Sighing and grabbing the can of ginger ale, Joel ventured back upstairs hoping that you didn’t hear his little spat with Sarah. That was the last thing that he thought would happen at three in the morning. Thankfully when he got back, you were already dozing off. Walking over to your nightstand, he placed the can of ginger ale there just in case you needed it before going over to his side of the bed.
“C’mere,” you called out to him, knowing that you couldn’t fully fall asleep until he was next to you again.
Giving you that dimpled smile that you fell in love with, he got back under the covers and curled himself into you, resting his head on your chest. “Sorry I took so long doll.”
“It’s okay baby. What happened down there? Heard a door slam,” you tiredly whispered, closing your eyes again.
Joel leaned up and placed a kiss underneath your jaw, “Well I was trying to find you your things and I guess I woke Sarah up. We ended up getting into it a little bit when I told her that I’m canceling tomorrow. She didn’t like what I had told her, so she stormed off back to her room. She is not happy with me right now.”
“What, why are you canceling?”
“Because she honestly doesn’t deserve it. Not with the way that she is acting. I told her that until she does, we won’t be doing anything until then. Besides, I want to be here in case your morning sickness starts up again.”
Shaking your head, you sat up a little bit, not wanting to have this conversation laying down. “While I do agree that she needs to change her attitude, I don’t think you should have canceled Joel. That is your special time with her. I’m really worried about her, Joel.”
“I’m really worried about her too Y/N, but I just don’t think we should be rewarding her for her bad attitude and disrespect. All that’s going to do is teach her that she can get away with it. I honestly think that we should have tried to discipline her in some other way already."
I know but we can’t look back, only forward. I really think that you could have used that time with her one on one to find out what is going on with her Joel. And as much as I appreciate it baby, please don’t throw me into the mix. Do not cancel on my behalf. I am fine I swear and besides, Maria and I have plans to start cleaning out the office for the nursery. I don’t need you hovering over me Joel, I got this. What we really need to be focusing on is Sarah.”
Like always, Joel couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Somehow you always were the voice of reason when it came to his bright ideas. You were always the one to set him straight. “What would I do without you doll?” he smiled at you. “You are right, and I messed up. I’ll talk to Sarah again on the way to school. We really do need to figure this out, I agree. But the question is how? We have both tried talking to her and look at what’s happened so far. If we do go out tomorrow, I don’t think we are going to do much talking. Has she said anything to you lately? I talked to her soccer coach, and she said Sarah has been acting fine at practice.”
“I can’t tell if you are being serious or being funny Joel. You know Sarah hasn’t spoken to me much in weeks. I’m lucky if I can get a hi out of her these days. I don’t know what I did to make her hate me. She won’t even look me in the eye anymore. “All you wanted to know was what the issue was, so you could fix it. You missed how close you and Sarah used to be. She was and will always be your number one girl after all.
“I know doll and I’m sorry. I’m getting really tired of the disrespect towards you. You are her mother and from where I’m standing, you have done nothing wrong and don’t deserve to be treated this way. The only thing that I could think of that could work, is maybe having Tommy or Maria talk to her? It seems like that is the only thing that we haven’t tried yet,” he said tiredly running his hand through his hair.
That might actually be a good idea, you thought to yourself. You remembered back to when you were her age and knew how hard it could be to talk to your parents. It sometimes helped to talk to someone on the outside how could give you a new perspective on things. “Yes, I definitely think that we should do that. Just please Joel, do not cancel tomorrow. You go have a fun time with Sarah and don’t worry about me alright,” you smiled at him as you cupped his face. You loved that patchy beard of his.
Joel leaned forward and gently placed a kiss to your lips, “I promise doll and I’ll explain it all to Sarah on the way to school later.”
“Good, now let’s get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you, mister, and I need you well rested. I know how hard you and Tommy have worked hard for this chance.” You and Joel knew that this meeting was going to change everyone’s life if all went according to plan.
Pulling you into him again, Joel cuddled his face into your neck, “I’ll be fine doll. You know that I’m used to having barely any little sleep.” He then gently pushed you back down on the bed and hovered over you, “However if you want me to get some sleep, I think we could work something out.”
“You are insatiable Joel Miller, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
The next time you woke up, Joel was long gone. His side of the bed was already cold and the smell of him on his pillow was beginning to fade. You couldn’t help but smile as you stretched out in the bed with that sweet ache between your thighs still there.
As you sat up and held the sheet to your bare chest, you looked over to check the time and saw a piece of paper waiting for you. Smiling to yourself, you picked it up and you felt your heart skip a beat as you recognized Joel’s sexy handwriting written neatly on the page:
Good morning doll,
You made it hard for me to leave this morning. You looked so beautiful. I still can’t believe you are mine. I feel like the luckiest man in the world. Do me a favor and try to take it easy today please. I’ll call you later as soon as we are done. And as promised, I talked to Sarah this morning as I made coffee. We are planning to have brunch and a movie tomorrow. Hopefully that will open her up. I swear I saw a small smile when I told her. I love you and the kiddos so much. Call me if you need anything please. See you in a bit.
Love your man,
Joel
Happy tears ran down your cheeks as you reread his note again. That husband of yours had such a way with words. With every note that he wrote to you over the years, you fell more and more in love with him.
Even the babies felt their daddy’s love as you could feel their flutters in your belly, “I know little ones, I’m already missing him too. Hopefully he will work this out with your sister, and everything will be alright from here on out. Mommy is really worried about her.” And you still wouldn’t stop worrying about her. She would always be your baby girl.
After deciding on a long shower, you slowly got out of bed and got your day started. You were going to do some light cleaning and spend the rest of the day on the couch per Joel's request. However, as you made your way down the stairs to start vacuuming, a knock on your door stopped you in your tracks. You were expecting anyone so you were curious as to who it could be.
“Morning neighbor!” Your sister-in-law greeted you as you opened the door for her.
“Morning Maria!” Not that I'm not happy to see you, but what are you doing here? I thought I wasn't going to see you until later tonight.” you asked in surprise. “Didn't you have to work today?”
“Oh well I did, but I decided to take the day off. Perks of being your own boss. Figured that if it was alright with you, we could get a start on cleaning out the nursery or just hang out.”
While you were grateful that she thought of you and was willing to make time for you, you couldn't help but feel like there was an ulterior motive. “Or... Joel asked you to come over, didn't he?” You knew that husband of yours so well.
Maria dramatically sighed and threw her hands up, “I knew it, I told him that you would figure it out. I told him that you were smarter than that. I'm sorry Y/N.”
“Don't worry about it. I should have known that he was going to pull a stunt like this. I'm glad that you are here though. I really need your help with something else,” you said nervously as you walked her over to the couch. “I need your help with Sarah.”
“Yeah of course, what's going on? I know that Joel had mentioned to Tommy that you're having a hard time with her lately. I know being a teenager is hard these days and I certainly do not miss being one.”
“Me either, it was exhausting. But I don't remember being so closed off as her. Neither Joel nor I can get more than a sentence or two out of her. All she does is just stare at that damn phone of hers and stays in her room listening to music. We are at a loss here Maria. We talked it over earlier this morning and we would really appreciate it if you or Tommy could talk to her for us. I really think it would be better if it was you specifically, because I think talking to another woman would help rather than just talking to her mom. I love Tommy and all, but...”
“Sometimes he doesn't take things seriously, I know. Lord help us for when we have kids,” Maria rolled her eyes. “But yes, I would be happy to help. I'll let her know that whatever she tells me will be in confidence but if it's something that I'm concerned with, I will have to tell you guys.”
For the first time in weeks, you breathed a fresh breath of air. You really hoped that Maria was going to be the godsend that you were looking for when it came to getting Sarah to open up. “Thank you, Maria, thank you, thank you. We seriously appreciate it and I'm sure Joel will be happy to hear that you're going to help us.”
Maria just smiled and pulled you into a hug, “you're welcome girly and don't mention it. Now about the nursery...”
Unfortunately, Maria was unable to finish her sentence as your phone interrupted her plans. Thinking it was Joel, you quickly answered it hoping it was good news, “hello?”
“Hello, this is Principal Ramona over at the high school. Are you Y/N Miller?” Okay so it wasn't Joel.
“Umm... Yes, it is. How may I help you, Principal Ramona?” Your stomach dropped as it was rare for the school to call.”
“Well, I wish I was calling under better circumstances Mrs. Miller, but we unfortunately had an incident with Sarah, and we need you to come down here to the school.”
You knew you had heard her right, but for some reason, your mind wasn't comprehending it, “I... I'm sorry but can you repeat that?”
“Mrs. Miller, I can explain it all when you get here. Sarah is fine so there's no need to worry. We just need you to come here as soon as you can. “We tried calling her father, but there was no answer,” Principal Ramona replied.
You ran your hand through your hair and shook your head in disbelief, “Yes that is to be expected as he is working right now, but I will make it down there as soon as I can. Can you at least tell me what happened?”
“Mrs. Miller, I'd rather just talk about this face to face. So, we will see you soon. Goodbye.”
As soon as you hung up or rather got hung up on. You couldn't help but let out a frustrated groan. “What, what's wrong?” Maria had overheard bits and pieces and from what she could gather, she knew it wasn't good.
“Well, that was the school that called, sounds like Sarah is currently in the principal's office right now. What has gotten into that girl Maria?”
“All right well first I think it's best that you try to calm down. There is no need to freak out yet without knowing any more details. Let's just get to the school and we'll see what happens okay,” Maria said calmly. “Where are your keys I'm driving?”
“They're in the office, I think. Do you think I should call Joel?” Your mind was running 1,000,000 miles a minute, so it was hard to think straight and think of what to do next.
Maria thought about it for a second and knew that it would probably be for the best. “Yeah, I think you should give him a heads up, but let him know that I'm with you and that we have everything under control. I don't need both of you freaking out on me and Tommy.”
That was definitely an understatement. Poor Tommy and Maria had unofficially become your families emotional support people over the years, “Yeah, you're right and thanks again Maria, you're a lifesaver.”
“Don't mention it. Now let's go!”
The drive to the school was certainly a long one indeed. It was only a 20 minute drive, but the fear of the unknown made it feel like time had slowed. You tried to be calm though as you knew having a level head would only be beneficial to Sarah.
“Did you want me to go with you?” Maria asked as she parked the car.
“No, I think I could handle it. I'll text you though if I need backup. Speaking of which, let me text Joel before I head in.”
‘Hey babe, there's an issue at Sarah school. Sounds like she is fine, but something happened. I have Maria with me. I'll text you when we are done. Love you and good luck!’
As you put your phone away and major way inside the school, the hallways were packed with kids making their way to their next classes. Just the sight and smell alone sent shivers down your spine. You didn’t enjoy high school at all. You remembered all the times you were bullied and sat alone at lunch, and you prayed with all your heart that Sarah was having a better high school experience than you.
Bumping past the sea of students, you finally made it to the office where a young woman was busy typing away at her computer. “Hello, I'm Y/N Miller. I'm here to see Principal Ramona. My daughter Sarah, is in her office I believe,” you said nervously.
“Ahh yes ma’am. She is indeed expecting you. Please have a seat and I will let her know that you are here.”
Nodding your head, you took a seat, nervously tapping your foot. “It’s okay little ones, mommy is going to sort this out with your sister and then we can go home and relax,” you whispered as you felt their flutters start up again.
You then heard a door open up and out walked an older gray-haired woman with too much makeup on her face, “Hello, you must be Mrs. Miller. I’m Principal Ramona. Thank you for coming. Please come in.”
You quickly stood up and shook her hand, “You’re welcome, Principal Ramona, and again, thank you for calling. How is she?”
“Sarah is fine Mrs. Miller. See for yourself,” she opened the door back up and invited you back into her office.
That’s when you finally got to see Sarah sitting there with her arms crossed looking miserable. “Wait, you called her?!” Sarah said angrily when she saw you. You couldn’t lie when her response had taken you back just a little. “I thought you said that you called my dad?!”
“Sarah Miller, sit down right now! You are in enough trouble as it is,” Principal Ramona scolded her. “Your father was unable to attend our little get together, so I had to call your mother instead. Is that going to be an issue?” It looked like Sarah had mumbled something under her breath, but she eventually gave in and sat back down. “That’s better. Please Mrs. Miller, have a seat. We have a lot to discuss.”
Taking a seat next to your daughter, you tried to reach out and take her hand, but Sarah pulled away and moved her chair away from you. “Sarah, what’s going on? Talk to me baby. You used to do it all the time. Your father and I are really worried about you.” As usual though, she said nothing, but this time, you could see tears in her eyes.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Miller, she hasn’t said much since we brought her in here. From what I have been told by some of her fellow teachers, Sarah has taken quite a turn here. They report that she has become withdrawn, has various missing assignments, and today she got into a confrontation with another student during the passing period and physically assaulted another student.”
“Wait, wait, wait, I’m sorry Principal Ramona, but I’m finding it very hard to believe any of that, especially the assault part. Sarah has never been the fighting type. There has to be some other explanation.” There was just no way none of this happened. There was no way that things were actually this bad at school too.
Principal Ramona just sighed and shook her head, “Well I’m afraid that it is true Mrs. Miller. These are just several complaints from her teachers. We were going to set up a meeting with you and your husband to go over everything, but Sarah’s little transgression beat us to it.”
She then handed you the list of complaints. “I...I...I don’t know what to say Principal Ramona. Sarah, do you want to explain these to me?” Once again, silence. “Alright then, what about the fight? Do you want to tell me what started it or why you hit her? Whatever the reason was Sarah, I’m sure we can figure it out.”
Sarah continued to stare straight ahead, but this time as she frustratedly wiped the tear that fell from her face she spoke, “She...she...ugh, what does it even matter anyway? Can we just go home? I don’t want to be in this stupid place anymore. Everyone sucks!” It may not have been what you wanted to hear, but at least she acknowledged you and this situation finally.
“Sarah sweetheart, I know you are upset, but...”
“But I’m afraid Sarah is right Mrs. Miller,” the principal interrupted you rudely. She didn’t even seem to care that Sarah had almost opened up. “No matter what happened, it doesn’t change the fact that Sarah attacked another student. I’m afraid that I have to take some serious action now.”
“How serious are we talking about?”
“Well, since this is Sarah’s first violation, I’m willing to take that into consideration. So, I think a week’s suspension should do. During that time, Sarah will be responsible for completing all her missing assignments that her teachers are willing to let her make up. I also haven’t spoken to her soccer coach yet, but I would assume that a suspension from the team will also be put in place.”
Sarah’s eyes grew wide as she immediately stood up, “What, no please! I’m sorry, okay, I’m really sorry. I’ll take the suspension, but don’t take away soccer!”
“Principal Ramona, look I understand that what Sarah did was wrong, and I promise that she will be punished, but you said that this was her first violation. Surely, we can think of something else. Like maybe detention every day for the next month and she still gets to do soccer. It seems that it’s the only thing that is making her happy at the moment.”
However, it seemed that the principal had already made her mind up, “I’m sorry Mrs. Miller, but that simply will not do. I would expect our parents to understand our rules and regulations. Maybe next time Sarah will think about the consequences of her actions and not act so irrational.”
“I didn’t act irrationally! She got into my face and got what she deserved. She has been....never mind, but this is still not fair! I hate this school!” Sarah said, getting upset once again. She then grabbed her things and stormed out of the office. She didn’t even seem to care that she pushed you out of her way.
Your cheeks grew red with embarrassment at your daughter’s outburst, “ I am so sorry Principal Ramona. Her father and I will work on this behavioral issue. I just wish that you would reconsider. Are we sure we don’t know anything else about the fight?” The more information you had to share with Joel, the better.
“Unfortunately, no one would say what it was about. Both Sarah as well as the girl and group of friends refuse to say anything. I have already sent the other girl home, so I’m afraid that we cannot ask her again.”
“So that’s it then? My daughter gets suspended without any further investigation. What if she was defending herself? What about the other girl, was she punished?” You couldn’t believe this.
Principal Ramona shook her head in disapproval, “Mrs. Miller, I cannot disclose that information. But please, let’s not make this harder than it has to be. My mind has already been made up. Now here is a folder of all her missing assignments. My receptionist will be in touch to schedule a meeting between us as well as your husband to discuss Sarah returning to school.”
“Yes, I’m sure my husband would definitely like to discuss this further. Thank you for being such a caring and understanding educator,” you said sarcastically as you snatched the folder from her hand. You didn’t even tell her goodbye as you left in search of your daughter. Thankfully you found her by the front door waiting for you, “You okay there kiddo? That principal of yours isn’t very friendly. I can see why you don’t like her.”
“Look, can we just go home now,” she pouted as she pushed open the door. “Where are you parked?”
“Well Maria brought me here and it’s parked over there. Look Sarah despite whatever grudge is that you have against me at the moment. You do know that I’m here to help you right. I love you so much and I don’t...”
“Just stop will you. I’m not in the mood. I just want to go home,” she snapped at you, storming off towards Maria’s direction. All you could do was just shake your head as you followed behind her. There had to be a better way to get through to her. Hopefully a little one on one with Maria would still work.
Once you got back to the car, Sarah was already buckled up and didn’t even bother to greet her aunt. “That bad huh?” Maria asked, knowing that she just got the cold shoulder.
“A week's suspension and a possible suspension from the soccer team too,” you sighed as you got in. “The principal was a real bitch. Now Joel and I need to have another meeting with her soon.”
“Well, that sucks. I know Joel isn’t going to be too happy. How about you, are you feeling okay?” She noticed you rubbing your head and taking deep breaths.
“Yes, just have a headache coming on,” you weakly smiled. As Maria started the car, you pulled out your phone to make sure that you updated Joel.
Hey babe, so Sarah is suspended. Got into some sort of a fight and there are some other issues that she has been having as well. I have it covered though. I’ll just have her work on some homework and do some chores till you get home and we can discuss any further punishment. Love you!
Once you sent him the message, you leaned your head back and closed your eyes. Your day of relaxation was not going according to plan at all.
By the time that you got home, you didn’t even realize that you had dozed off. Maria had gently nudged your arm and when you opened your eyes, to your surprise, Joel was standing there by his truck waiting.
Once the car was parked, you were quick to get out and walk over to him in confusion, “Hey, what are you doing here? I thought I said I had it covered. What about the meeting?”
Joel wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. What you didn’t see was him glaring at Sarah as she stayed back hiding behind the car. “Yeah, well none of that matters right now. I told them that Tommy was going to handle things while I attended to a family emergency.”
“Well as upset as I am, I'm glad that you are here. Let's just try to be calm about this okay. This isn’t the ideal situation for anyone right now.” You didn’t want this to become a shouting fest and end up getting nowhere.
“Fine, but I'm not very happy with her right now.” He then motioned for Sarah to come over. Sarah didn't dare look at her father as she got closer. Her eyes remained on the ground the entire time. “Living room NOW, Sarah. We'll be in shortly.” Sarah just nodded and walked inside without saying a word.
“Do you want me to leave? I can come back later when Tommy gets home,” Maria then approached. She didn’t want to overstep her bounds by hanging around.
Joel shook his head and gave her an appreciative smile, “No you can stay and thank you for everything Maria.”
“Don't mention it. That's what family does. I can still talk to her if you guys need me too. I don't mind.”
“That would be great. I think we are going to need all the help that we can get,” you sighed as you all turned to go join Sarah.
Doing exactly what she was told, Sarah sat on the couch waiting. It broke your heart to see what was happening. All you wanted to do was take her into your arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay.
Instead you took a seat next to her while Joel sat on the coffee table in front of her. Maria decided to sit at the bar behind in case she needed to step in. “Sarah,” Joel led off. “First off, I don't think I have to tell you how disappointed I am with you right now. We are going to sit here and talk it out. We have played enough games with you.”
“Your father is right Sarah. We have let this go on long enough. If there is something that you need to get off of your chest, go ahead and do it. I'm sure we will understand. Does it have to do with school? You seemed pretty unhappy to be there.”
Joel nodded in agreement and reached out to take her hand, “Please Sarah. I don't like seeing this side of you. The disrespect, the fighting, this isn't my little girl. Where is the happy-go-lucky, always positive daughter that usually gets after me when I’m in a bad mood? We want her back Sarah, and we can't do that unless you tell us what is wrong.”
“You don’t get it do you?” Sarah mumbled quietly and ripped her hand from Joel. “I don't want to talk about it, and I certainly don't want to talk to you about it Y/N!”
“Sarah!” Maria gasped behind you.
“Stop asking me what's wrong. Stop trying to get me to talk to you. I don’t want anything to do with you. You are NOT my mom, so stop trying to act like it!” She then got up and ran to her room, leaving all three of you behind stunned.
Joel immediately turned towards you, “Y/N doll…I…”
“No Joel, just go. You need to go be with her,” you choked out. It felt like someone stabbed you in the heart and ripped it out of you.
“But doll…”
Maria came over around the couch and pulled you up to her, “No Joel, Y/N is right. Go to Sarah. I got this.”
“Please,” you cried into Maria's chest.
With a hurt look on his face, Joel nodded and headed down the hall, leaving you to break down in Maria's arms.
Storming his way down the hallway, Joel ripped the bedroom door open. “You have some nerve, Sarah Miller. What the hell was that?” Sarah just continued to sit on her bed and pulled her squish mellow closer to her. “Never in my life have I heard you say something so disrespectful. I have taught you better than that. Can't you see that she is trying her hardest here? Hell, we all are. We are really worried about you Sarah.” He then went and took a seat on her bed next to her, “I really need you to try and work with me Sarah. I’m not doing this anymore. I’m not going to lose my happiness because you are determined to make our lives miserable. I’m also too drained to yell or scream at you if that is what you are afraid of, so we are just going to sit here and talk.”
“And if I don’t want to talk?”
Joel sighed and ran his hands down his tired face, “Then we will sit here Sarah. I am prepared to do whatever it is to get through to you, even if that means just sitting here waiting. You wanted my undivided attention, while now you have it.”
Sarah finally looked up and made eye contact with her father. A tinge of guilt overcame her as she could see the disapproval on his face. “The…the fight today, it was...it was nothing dad. I just got tired of that girl running her mouth, so I did what I thought was right. I was tired of her and her friends treating me like crap. They are the biggest bullies in the school. I was only defending myself; I swear.”
“Jesus Sarah, then why didn’t you say anything? If you would have told me or Y/N that you were being bullied, we would have put an end to it. We would have gone straight to the school and talked it over with the principal.”
“Because it would have just made things worse dad! They would have called me a snitch and made my life even worse. I’d rather just handle things myself. I don’t need my parents handling things for me. I’m not a little kid,” she huffed.
“But yet here you are acting like one Sarah. Instead of being the bigger person and saying something, you just made things worse for yourself. Now does this bullying situation have to do with how you have been acting around your mother and the whole not my mom thing? Because let’s face it Sarah, no matter what you may think, Y/N is and will always be your mother,” Joel said sternly.
Sarah stayed quiet for a second like she was pondering her answer, but eventually gave him a small nod. “Yeah, I guess.”
How could this be Y/N’s fault? “Then I need you to explain to me how this is your mother’s fault Sarah? What could she have possibly done to get you bullied at school?”
He watched as Sarah got up and walked over to her desk where she picked up a binder that had a whole bunch of family photos on the front cover. “It’s because of this dad,” she said, handing it to him. “I was in English class when that group of girls walked by and saw my binder. They asked me if that was my sister in the picture with me and you. I said no, that was my mom, and they began to make all sorts of comments. They asked if I was adopted, because I didn't look like her and that she was too pretty to be my mom. How mom must have been disappointed to have a daughter like me.” The last part caused Sarah to burst into tears.
Joel quickly took her into his arms, “Come here baby girl, I got you. Just let it out.” Oh, how much he wanted to go to the school right now and give them and those girls a piece of his mind. How dare they choose his daughter of all people to pick on! Someone was going to pay when this was all said and done. Right now, though, he had to focus all his attention on his daughter.
“Sarah baby, I need you to listen to me okay. I know for a fact that nothing that they said is true. You are a beautiful girl, and we are damn lucky to have you in our lives. They are just insecure little girls. That's why they pick on others. Their parents never taught them better.”
“But…but…it's true!” Sarah cried harder. “No matter what we say or do, Y/N will never actually be my real mom. No matter how much we both want it. I’ll always just be her step daughter. When those babies are born, they are going to be a part of you and her. I'll only be just yours, dad. I'm the odd one out.”
Joel’s heart broke as he heard the pain in his daughter's voice, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but be disappointed again with her listening to what her peers thought instead of listening to what she knew was the truth. “Now you listen, and you listen good. Blood does not mean shit. It doesn’t always make you family. So, what if you don’t have Y/N’s blood running in your veins? You know that Y/N doesn't care that biologically you aren't hers. She still loves you just as much as she loves those babies. She would die for you if she had to. If she didn’t care, she wouldn’t have tried to convince me to keep our date for tomorrow, she wouldn’t have gone to the school to fight for you, and she certainly wouldn’t be in the living room with her heart broken right now. You are her little girl, Sarah. Did you know that for your birthday, she was going to give you her great grandmother’s locket? That locket has been passed down to every first born daughter and she was finally ready to give it to you and that when you have a daughter of your own, you could give it to her. I’m sorry Sarah, but I don’t think she would do all of those things if she didn’t believe that she was your mom. To me, you are the luckiest girl in the world to have her in your life Sarah. ”
Sarah listened to every word that her father said and knew that it was true, despite how she made things out to be. She knew that she should have never listened to those girls. They only wanted to cause trouble. “I'm sorry dad, I really am. I didn't mean to be a jerk to you and especially mom. I guess I just let everything get the best of me. I promise that it won't happen again.”
“Good, and if anything like this happens again, I want you to tell us so we can put an end to this. Now your punishment…”
Sarah's head shot up in disbelief, “What, I'm still being punished?”
“Oh yes you are,” Joel smiled. “You got into a fight at school today young lady.”
“Yeah, I guess that's fair. What is it?”
He got up and took her phone off of her desk, “Well you won't be needing this for a while. I'm also going to need you to unplug this computer and put it in the kitchen. If you need a computer, you can use your mom's laptop, only for homework though.”
“Okay I will. Should I apologize to mom now?”
“No, I need to go check on her first. When things calm down a bit more, then you can. I love you Sarah, but please, don't let this happen again.”
“I know dad and I won’t, I promise,” she then gave Joel a big hug before he left to check on you.
When he got back to the living room, you and Maria were nowhere to be found. Thinking that you went upstairs, he ran up only to be greeted by an empty room.
‘What the fuck?’ he thought to himself as he ran back downstairs.
He was confused beyond hell on where you could be. That's when sitting on the kitchen counter, he saw a note waiting for him. It read:
Joel baby,
You know that I love you with all my heart and nothing is going to change that. But I think that it's for the best that I leave for the night. I don't need to be here causing added drama or tension. I never meant to do anything to make Sarah think or feel like she wasn't my daughter Joel. Just let her know that I'm sorry and if she wants to talk, I'll be there for her. I really hope that we can get past this. I love you Joel and I'll see you in the morning.
Love,
Your doll
“Son of a bitch!” Joel shouted as he crumbled up the paper in his hand. There was no way that you just did that.
“Dad, is everything okay?” Sarah asked, peeking out from her room.
“I don't know, just…just stay here. I'll be right back,” then without another word, he ran out of the house leaving a confused Sarah behind.
Like a mad man, he ran next door to his brother's house and began banging on the door, “Y/N! Y/N!” he shouted. “Please let me in. We need to talk!” He then tried to open the door, but it was locked. “Please doll, I know that you are hurting, but it's not what you think. I talked to Sarah, and we sorted this whole thing out!”
He paused for a second when he heard the lock move, however instead of you, it was an angry Maria behind the door, “Jesus Joel, will you calm down! Someone is going to call the police.”
“I'm sorry Maria, but I really need to see Y/N please. I can't believe you let her leave like that!” he snapped at her.
“Look Joel, I didn’t have a choice! After you left to be with Sarah, Y/N just broke down and began having a panic attack. I couldn’t get her to calm down. She said that she couldn't stay there and that she needed to leave. So, I helped pack her an overnight bag and brought her over. This really isn’t healthy for her or the babies Joel.”
“I know Maria and that's why I need to speak with her. I need to let her know that it's okay for her to come home now. I talked to Sarah, and everything is okay. I need her to come home, so Sarah can apologize,” Joel pleaded with her. “If she doesn’t want to come home tonight, then that's fine. I just need to explain things to her.”
Maria just gave him a sympathetic smile and hugged him, “I'm glad that you worked things out Joel, but I'm still not going to let you in. Y/N is asleep right now. She ended up not feeling well again, so I sent her to bed. Maybe when she wakes up, I'll tell her that you came for her okay. Just go home for now.”
Joel tried to reach out and stop the door from closing, but it was too late. Maria had already closed and locked it. He didn't mean to, but his emotions got the best of him, and he punched the door as hard as he could. He didn't even care if his knuckles and hand were throbbing as he walked back to his house. It was better than the ache in his heart that he was having.
When he got back, Joel found Sarah standing there with your note in her hand and tears pouring down her face. “Did she really leave dad?”
“Come here,” he called out to her and held her, “Yes, she did baby girl, but she'll be back later or in the morning. She just wasn't feeling good and went to Maria's to lie down and give us some space. Once she gets back, we can get things between you two all sorted out. I don't want this to worry you, okay. Everything is going to be fine.”
“Okay. I love you dad.”
“I love you two baby girl. Now why don't you go to your room and work on some homework. I'll see about making us some lunch or something in a second.”
Sarah just nodded and walked back to her room feeling more guilty than before. Despite what Joel had said. Grabbing her book bag, she went to go sit at her desk and work, but that's when a turned over picture frame caught her eye. Flipping it over, she saw that it was a picture of you and her that Joel had taken at the courthouse when you officially adopted her when she was seven.
That's when she knew what she had to do. She had to get her mom back and get things back to where they needed to be. So, hoping that Joel wouldn’t be too mad at her, Sarah opened her window and climbed out. She then nervously walked across the lawn to Maria's. However instead of heading to the front door, she tried the guest room window first to see if you were in there.
Thankfully there you were asleep on the bed with a cold compress on your head. Taking a deep breath, Sarah nervously tapped on the window hoping you would stir. It took a couple of attempts, but after the third or fourth try, you finally woke up and pulled the compress off your eyes.
Rolling over, you looked towards the window and Sarah was staring at you. “What the heck?” you said out loud as you got up and went over to the window. “Sarah, wh-what are you doing here?”
“Hey mom, can we talk?”
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Past Love || Prolog
Various! Yandere! Jujutsu kaisen x Sukuna's past wife! Itadori's best friend! F! Reader
A/N : English is not my first language, sorry if there are some wrong words. (btw, here Sukuna is considered as king and you considered as the queen) And there are some OCs that I added to add more drama. Hope you like it!
Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Chapter 1
Series summary : You always get the same nightmare over and over every night. You feel annoyed but can't do anything about it. On the other hand, your best friend who suddenly becomes the vessel of a cursed king brings your nightmares to reality. You don't know what happened but the people around you started acting strangely.
Series warnings : Non-con, dub-con, yandere, stalking, kinks, gaslighting, blackmail, overtism, smut, NSFW, Minors DNI, all character 18+ (but first years still first year, try to make sense), sex, rough sex, oral sex, dom/sub dynamics, blood, manipulation, corruption, mind break, forced relationship, yandere character being their own warning, mind control, possessive, kidnapping. ⚠️Jujutsu kaisen character was not my original, credit to Gege Akutami as original author! There's a few OC as my originally made character. If you don't like/ you hate this kind of story, please go.
(Y/N) (L/N) or now known as Ryomen Sukuna's wife. That night was a wedding between you and Sukuna. Your father, who is the only parent you have now, is the figure behind all of this. It all started with him make you engaged to hundred year old demon when you were 12 years old. And now you are 18 years old, which means it's time to get married.
Many important people come, make you have to smile throughout the event. And when it all ends, that night you ended up at your bedroom alone. You reflect on all the things happened.
They think you're happy, they all think you love him. All this time you have to act like you can't live without Sukuna. You have to act like you love him. No, of course you don't love him. You admit he's quite hot, but he's not your type. You don't like mean, psychopathic men. You like gentle and loving men.
Your father always forced you to be obsessive with Sukuna and act like you love him. So you always hurting women who tease him because your father told you to. But you can't do much if Sukuna wants those women. So you are the antagonist.
You're 100% sure he's with one of his mistresses now. As the first wife of Ryomen Sukuna, everyone is sorry for you because he likes to sleep with other women. But you don't mind it, you don't care. But THEY CARE, those who think you love him.
"What should I say to your majesty?"
You hear the waiters talking behind the wall, you start to focus on listening.
"Did lord Sukuna slept with his lover?" Ask someone you recognize as your personal guard now. "Yes. I have to immediately bring this dinner to queen (Y/N)."
Not long after the conversation ended, your bedroom door was opened. "excuse me queen, this is your dinner." He said while put down the tray of your dinner. "Thank you, did he slept with his mistress?" you ask.
The butler raised his head, looking at you with pitying eyes. "I-That's right, Your Highness." he answered nervously. You sighed and told him to leave. Before leaving the room, he look at you with pity once again.
Several months passed, nothing special. He always looks at you disgusted, because he also thinks you're obsessed with him. When you meet Sukuna, he always with his concubines and those concubines always grin at you.
You have to be patient, this is for your family.
That day, he suddenly call you and everyone to the great hall. He was with a woman as usual, but something was different.
"I want to make this women, as my first wife." He said. Everyone was shocked. Because if he wants to make that woman his first wife, it means that she will replace your position. You saw the woman smiling innocently, but you can see her grin.
Because Sukuna wanted to make that woman his first wife, all support for you disappeared and turned to that woman. After your father investigated the woman named Yurika Sato, a illegitimate daughter of a lowly noble who went bankrupt.
The thing that made he attracted to her was because of her innocence. Sukuna really likes innocent women and really hates rude women like you. And just as you'd think, Sukuna will eventually replace you and take Yurika as his first wife.
But you realize this is your chance to escape. You tell your father that you will run away and he agrees. Just in time for the wedding between Sukuna and Yurika, you packed up your things and leave a farewell note. Finally, after everything Sukuna did to you from betrayal, his harsh words, and other acts of cruelty that you received from him, you are finally free.
You and your father still communicating by letter and he bought you a house that is not big but still very nice. Now you live in a village and sell cakes you make by yourself.
Until one day something special happens in your life. At that time you were walking around in the market suddenly you hit bye someone and fell. When you look at that person it was a tall handsome man.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry." He says. Reaching out his hand to help you up. And that's when you were get to know to him. It was strange that an aristocratic family name was used by a commoner like him. You were suspicious, but you were a person who believed easily when he said that he completely unrelated to nobles, he happened to share the same last name.
He work as a doctor in this village.
Months have passed and now you know him better, you start developed romantic feelings for each other.
One day he proposed to you and you happily accepted. It's been a month since you were married and you read a letter from your father explaining that the capital in chaos. There are so many evil curses attacking everything around.
You want to go there, but hampered by your body feeling unwell. You keep feeling nauseous and vomiting, your menstruation hasn't come since a month ago. You finally checked secretly with other doctors in the village. Unfortunately, it took a few days to find out.
Three days have passed and there is still no news about the results. Due to getting another letter from your father and worrying about him, you finally decide to go to the capital that day without your husband knowing.
But you don't realize that will be where it ends. You didn't find your father at your family's residence, and you immediately went to Sukuna's residence. You find your father fighting a curse and behind him is Sukuna. When your father neglects to help the others, sukuna who somehow looks very weak is attacked by a special grade curse.
Time went fast, you ran trying to protect Sukuna's body and in the end the curse attack hit your stomach. You lay down weakly and heard screams of your father, Sukuna, and your husband who somehow were there. You see them approaching you and screaming for someone to heal you. And what surprised you the most was when your husband shouted, "SHE'S PREGNANT!"
It's too late. You was already unconscious and fell asleep forever.
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"HAH- HAH- HAH."
You wake up from your sleep, the dream is again in your mind. You quickly looked at the time and realized that you would be late for school. You hurry up and get ready for school. Go downstairs and find your father and sibling eating in the dining room.
You grabbed a loaf and rushed out of the house ignoring your father's screams telling you to come back.
And this is your life now, (Y/N) (L/N) the only one daughter of a rich family which has one of the most successful companies in the world.
On the way to school, you keep imagining the dreams you've had every day since you were 12 years old until now. No matter how much you deny it, You know that it's not just a dream but an incident that happened in the past. Maybe it was your past life.
To be continued
A/N : Hello! This is the end of the prologue, once again English is not my first language, btw your family won't be featured much in the next chapters, so it's okay if you don't have any siblings to imagine in the story. Sorry if there are any wrong words. I feel it's too long for prolog, so I'm sorry but hope you like this story and waiting for the first chapter! Banners credit to @cafekitsune !
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silent love song | sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader
Summary: A pretty lady is convinced that Sihtric hates her, a pretty warrior is terrified of confessing his feelings more than fighting the most dangerous enemy, and the pretty boys simply have to spring into action, because you can't be more oblivious than these two.
Disclaimer: English isn’t my first language!
Word count: 2.5k
Hope in her heart extinguished as quickly as it had ignited.
Sihtric Kjartansson ran away from her once again.
The cool air was a welcome change after hours spent in a stuffy and stinky hall, overflowing with joyful men. Though drunken would be a more fitting description. The wind tousled (Y/N)'s hair as she quietly left the room to take a break from the chaos that only a band of celebrating warriors could create. She turned her head at the sound of approaching footsteps. In the dimly lit vestibule, she recognized Sihtric's figure. He stood there for a few seconds. Then, he spun on his heel and returned to his companions.
(Y/N) let out a heavy sigh. Since she had never noticed the boy's flushed cheeks and how nervously he gulped, trying to find the courage to talk to her, she once again came to the following conclusion - Sihtric Kjartansson did not like her. From the very beginning.
Poor girl rested her head against the wooden railing and closed her eyes in frustration. She didn’t even know what his problem was!
“What a cheerful mood,” commented Finan, nudging her with his elbow. “Is the lady planning to stand here in this abyss of despair or will she come back to us?”
“Why don’t you go away and bother someone else?”
“My other friends have ugly faces. It takes away my drinking joy.”
(Y/N) laughed and shook her head.
“Are ya okay? Ale’s too strong?” he asked, then smiled playfully. “Sihtric is worried.”
The girl glanced at him and furrowed her brow in contemplation. She hoped Finan would keep it discreet after she said what she had intended to say.
“I'm asking you, because you're an honest man,” she began, smoothing the material of her skirts just to occupy her hands. She had to know. “Sometimes even recklessly straightforward.”
“Thank ya,” he replied with a proud smile. Then he processed the second part of her statement and grimaced. “I guess.”
“Why does Sihtric hate me?” she asked, her tone almost pleading. “I don't mean that he has to like me, but he doesn't utter a word to me, while he talks to everyone else. He runs away at the sight of me! Even today. Is my company that unbearable, or did I do something to offend him? If it's the latter, I will apologize, for heaven's sake!”
Finan stood there with raised eyebrows for a while. Then he let out a belly laugh. (Y/N) waited with hands placed on her hips until the Irishman stopped wheezing.
“That's what you get when you ask a drunkard anything,” she retorted, about to walk away, but Finan held her arm.
“No, wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” he exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes. “You've amused me so. Wait! Wait, woman.”
“You're making fun of my problems. If you told me that girls run away at the sight of you, I would at least explain why. Sometimes you're a real piece of shit.”
“Girls go crazy when they see me,” he protested, to which (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “But ya make Danish warriors weak in the knees, so you have nothing to complain about! Sihtric worships the ground ya walk on, I'm serious now.” Finan straightened up and smiled, but this time more gently. “He's cute, but he's already wearing us all out with his tales about your beauty, so if you could just help us out…”
“You're making fun of me,” (Y/N) replied uncertainly, searching his face for signs of deception.
“For someone so wise, you're more blind than my grandmother in her final days,” Finan muttered, crossing his arms. “Think for a moment. He doesn't have to say anything. It's just that ya seem to have your eyes up your arse.”
“I should drown you in that barrel of ale. I'm going to sleep, and I suggest you do the same.” The girl jumped off the steps without looking back.
“He bows when he sees ya approaching, even if miles separate ya,” the Irishman continued. (Y/N) reluctantly stopped, though her stubbornness still prevented her from turning around. “He stands near your tent at night, and believe me, no one dares to enter. Who do ya think takes care of your horse? The servants, to put it mildly, have been dismissed.” (Y/N) slowly faced Finan. “When trouble or danger arises, who magically appears in front of ya? Coincidence, right? And when we set up camp a week ago, I hope ya know that no one conjured those extra furs; they were from him.”
The girl looked down and sighed softly.
“And the flowers by the entrance of my tent, I presume?”
“Aye, ya should see how enthusiastically he picks them! That beast has gone a bit mad for ya. Anything else, my lady?”
“When I said I have no means to defend myself…”
“A sudden surge of wisdom!”
“Be quiet,” she murmured with a smile, waving him goodbye.
“That's a nice dagger ya have!”
Because it’s Sihtric's.
A complete, humiliating, crippling defeat.
“Did you shit your breeches?” Uhtred yelled loud and clear, even before Sihtric could return defeated to their table.
“Come on, give him a break, lord.” Osferth threw Sihtric a comforting look and a tight-lipped smile. Sihtric messed up his hair and slumped heavily on the bench.
“I can't handle it, I just can't,” he admitted with considerable embarrassment. “If only she were a little less beautiful, everything would look different.”
“Close your eyes then,” Beocca advised from above his bowl of stew.
“God's wisdom knows no bounds,” Osferth commented in a voice devoid of emotion and glanced at Sihtric, who, in his misery, decided to down his ale in one go.
“I don't understand you, I simply don't understand you,” Uhtred sighed. “A brave warrior, slaying enemies with a sword, an axe, even with bare hands. And he's afraid to simply talk to a lady.”
“Uhtred, feelings have overwhelmed people more than once. The heart is not inclined to listen to rational explanations. It follows its own rules,” Beocca spoke up, folding his hands on the table. “Don't lose faith, Sihtric. Everything will work out.”
“He doesn't need faith, just some balls,” Uhtred protested, to which the priest and the baby monk gave him disapproving looks.
“What? Nothing but the truth.”
“She wouldn't want me anyway,” the young warrior spoke, staring into the bottom of his mug. “She is a lady, and what am I? What can I offer her? What can I give her? It's pathetic. It's enough for me to admire her from a distance and know that she's safe; the rest is just a stupid dream.”
“He's entered the wailing phase,” Uhtred groaned. Leaning back, he looked towards the entrance. “Finan went to her. He probably annoyed her. Oh, he definitely annoyed her. Maybe she was already irritated that you messed up once again and exploded.”
“Whatever do you mean?”
“Gods, Sihtric, she was looking at you all evening. She went outside alone, so you had a perfect excuse to approach her, you fool.”
“It's not that simple-”
“My lady, what a beautiful evening it is today. You suddenly disappeared, and I wanted to make sure everything is okay. It is? Great. I wanted to be certain. And ask if you would like to sleep in my tent tonight.”
“Uhtred!”
“What now?”
“The savage speaks through you,” Beocca scolded him. Meanwhile, Finan returned and leaned conspiratorially over his dark-haired friend.
“(Y/N) asked about ya, little runt.”
“About me?” Sihtric raised his head so quickly that he almost broke his friend's nose. “What exactly did she say?”
“Ya would know if ya had gone there and asked her yourself,” Finan replied with a wicked smile and darted back towards the exit.
“Finan!” Sihtric shouted after him, immediately getting up from his seat. “What did she say? Finan!”
“If things continue to look like this, the opportunity will slip right past him,” Uhtred concluded, watching with amusement as Sihtric chased after the Irishman. “We need to corner him.”
“But how, my lord?” Osferth asked uncertainly. “He gets very nervous in her presence. I doubt we can…”
“Anger is a bit stronger than fear. And I have an idea.”
“Oh God, watch over us.”
Something was off. Aethelwold had never sat so close. And Sihtric's eyes had never gleamed with such fury.
“That's exactly how it happened, my lady. I'm not telling this story to boast, oh no,” the royal nephew spoke, gesturing animatedly.
(Y/N) had hoped for a peaceful afternoon and a bit of quiet in the shade of the sprawling oak tree. She had some things to think about. She had to think about Sihtric. About Finan's words. And about things she hadn't noticed before. Perhaps she had indeed surpassed the Irishman's grandmother in her blindness.
Barely had she settled under the tree with an apple in her hand and a tangle of thoughts in her head when Sihtric appeared nearby. He must have had a lot to do in that area.
She lifted her gaze when she felt him looking at her. He blushed to the tips of his ears and bowed deeply. She smiled and was about to get up and approach him. (Y/N) had prepared a perfect excuse. The dagger desperately needed sharpening. Maybe Sihtric would confess that he had given it to her. But all dreams and plans were ruined by Aethelwold, emerging out of nowhere with an innocent smile.
“My lady,” he began and sat down next to her without waiting for an invitation. “If it's not a bother, I'll keep you company for a while. I see it's not. We haven't had a chance to get to know each other better, don't you think?”
(Y/N) wasn't quite sure what this arrogant man was getting at, but she decided to listen to his utterly fascinating stories for a while so as not to appear rude.
Sihtric was seething. He thought Osferth was lying because Uhtred ordered him to. The young monk had told him in great secrecy that he overheard a conversation between Aethelwold and (Y/N)'s brother. The topic of discussion was an initial marriage agreement. Of course, Sihtric didn’t believe him.
But now, before Sihtric's eyes, that pile of dung was cozying up to his lady. He was probably telling outrageous things just to brag.
Sihtric Kjartansson sharpened his sword, carefully observing every move of Aethelwold. That poor fool felt beads of sweat on his forehead when their eyes met.
“Lord, if you'll allow me, I'm very tired,” (Y/N) gently interrupted his never-ending story and got up, dusting off her dress. Aethelwold stood up with her and grabbed her wrist firmly, holding her in place.
Big mistake.
One pleading look from (Y/N) later, the man, royal or not, landed on his backside with a loud thud, forcefully pushed away.
“The lady leaves when she wishes to leave, and you keep your hands to yourself,” the young Dane growled, to which Aethelwold raised his hands in a defensive gesture.
“Yes, I apologize,” he quickly stammered, gathering himself from the ground and rushing off to an appointed place.
“Never again, he looked at me like he were the devil himself,” Aethelwold said in a high-pitched voice. He extended his hand, on which Uhtred sprinkled a few silver coins. “I demand a barrel of ale added to my payment. He was sharpening his sword!”
“We saw. Someone got maaad,” chuckled Finan, trying to get a better look from behind the twigs.
“Important thing is, it worked. That justifies my lie, doesn't it, lord?” Osferth asked for a confirmation, pushing past Finan.
“God will forgive you,” Uhtred promised. “But you won't get the ale, Aethelwold. There was supposed to be a kiss too.”
“Of course! So he could kill me!”
Unaware of the trap set for him, Sihtric was seething with jealousy and a sense of injustice. She couldn't marry that scoundrel.
“Thank you, I thought I'd never get rid of him,” (Y/N) smiled and bowed her head slightly.
“Can I say something?” Sihtric asked with desperate fervor.
“You certainly should, it's rare,” the girl laughed, but her expression grew serious at the sight of his face.
“Don't marry him. Don't do this to me and to yourself.”
“Sihtric? I'm not…”
“Aethelwold doesn't deserve you. Honestly, I doubt anyone ever will. He's a coward and you, (Y/N), need something more. Someone who will pledge you a sword along with their heart. And give you that whole heart until it becomes one with yours. Make you a part of their world in its very core. They'll dream of you because you're someone worth dreaming of. Worth of devotion and tenderness. They'll see in you not only the beauty that weakens me, but also the strength and courage that are evident in every move you make-”
(Y/N) looked at him for a while, her gaze wandering over his face.
“Weaken you?”
“What?” Sihtric stumbled, suddenly realizing the weight of his slip of the tongue.
“Why were you silent for so long if you speak like this?” (Y/N) sighed before rising on her tiptoes and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. Sihtric didn't open his eyes, afraid it was all a dream.
“My lady? I... I apologize if it's too much at once…”
“Someone recently talked some sense into me, so now I know you've been telling me this all along, little by little,” (Y/N) confessed, cupping his face in her hands. “You spoke through your actions, Sihtric. I'm sorry for averting my gaze.”
The mighty warrior fixed his gaze on the tree, embarrassed to meet the girl's eyes.
“Did you at least like the flowers?”
“Very much. Where do you pick them?”
“It's a secret.”
“We can go pick them together sometime. And roll in the grass.”
Sihtric burst into laughter and kissed her more passionately. The realization hit him that now he could.
“Wait,” (Y/N) suddenly said, holding him back by the arm. “Where did the idea that I'm getting married come from?”
“Osferth told me,” he said, furrowing his brow. “And the person that told you-”
“Finan,” (Y/N) quickly interrupted.
“One could have guessed.”
“No. Well, yes. But now I mean that Finan is standing over there and waving at us.”
Sihtric turned around abruptly. Now not only Finan, but also the rest of the party left their hiding spot. The boys looked very pleased with themselves.
“Right, Uhtred all along,” (Y/N) looked at Sihtric. “You frightened the poor man and he was just doing your lord's bidding.”
“He deserved it,” he whispered in her ear. They heard a cough behind them. Father Beocca also decided to grace them with his presence.
“Is anyone else hiding in the bushes?” Sihtric muttered, rolling his eyes.
“I only came to inquire about when we're setting the date for the wedding.”
“Whose wedding? It's easy to get confused,” (Y/N) chuckled.
“Yours, lady. With Sihtric, of course,” Beocca replied nonchalantly, pointing with his finger at the Dane still embracing her tightly. “Uhtred told me.”
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06: Joke's On You
Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)
same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle
Words: 3.2k
Warnings: DRAMA. Harry (he does need a warning)
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The smell of his perfume was the first thing I noticed the next morning. Then his arm wrapped around me, making sure I was close to him. His chest moving with every breathing, his quiet snores, his messy curls.
Lando stayed with me all night, hugging me and making sure I wasn't cold anymore, making sure I was covered with the blanket and close to his body.
I moved closer to him, tangling my leg between his, trying to find more warmth in him. But that movement woke him up, groaning softly and moving to let me get close.
“Morning” he whispered, with a deep voice.
“Morning” I said, trying to not move and stay still.
“How did you sleep?”
How did I sleep? Amazing. When they say that sleeping while being held is good, they weren't joking. Feeling his arms and breathing next to me made me sleep better.
“Nice” I nodded, yawning softly.
“I don't want to go back to the house” he sighed. “I want to stay here in this bed”
But then I realized it. Our friends are in that house. Harry is in that house. He knows Lando is with me. He knows�� He will be mad
“I don't want to go back neither” I mumbled. “Just thinking about it makes me… anxious”
“Then we can stay here” he chuckled. “In bed. How does it sound?”
“Lando…”
“I know, I know. I was joking” he laughed softly.
But I know he wasn't. After all, he confessed his feelings for me last night. I know he wants to be here with me, to have me for himself if it's only for a day. I know he wants to keep Harry as far away as possible.
“Why did you invite Harry?” I whisper looking up at him. “If things are tense with him…”
“I actually didn't want to invite him” he sighed. “But… I wanted to invite you. And I knew that if I did that, he would do his games again. So I invited him and then Eloise invited you”
“Why are you still friends with him, Lando?” I asked. “With everything he did to you”
“Call me stupid, but I just can't do that thing of unfriend him. I have known him since we were little” he smiled weakly. “And I know that lately his jealousy gave me reasons to do it, that his behavior is toxic. But… I guess I'm not strong enough to do that”
“Then let's do that together” I whisper. “I just… I had enough toxic people in my teenage days. And everything I thought about Harry was an illusion, it was fake.”
“Violet…”
“No, Lando” I frowned. “I just… I want to be happy, okay?”
“Okay” he sighed, pressing his lips on my forehead, making me close my eyes and lean on his touch.
I always saw him being close to people, hugging someone and letting go slowly, leaning on the touch of his parents and cuddling them. I always thought he hated me, that he didn't want me near him. But the truth was that he wanted to do that with me, and Harry did everything he could to avoid it, to make sure that I thought he hated me.
“I'm nervous” I whisper. “About going there…”
“I won't let him touch you” he said. “Now you know how he is, I won't let him be near you”
I smile weakly and nod, hiding my face on the crook of his neck, feeling how his body relaxed. His hand moved to my head, burying his fingers on my hair and playing with it, making me smile and sigh.
“We should get up…” I whisper.
“I don't want to”
“Lando…”
“Fine” he sighed, pressing one last kiss on my forehead before untangling our bodies. “I'll call Max, so he can come”
“Okay” I nodded, sitting on the bed and wrapping my arms around myself to keep me warm.
I followed him with my eyes, watching how he walked around the room to grab his clothes. Then he went to the bathroom to get dressed, leaving me here alone. I grabbed my phone and sighed when I saw it was dead, somehow feeling relieved because in that way I couldn't see the messages or calls I might have.
“Lando, do you have a charger?” I said loud, making sure he heard me.
“It's in my backpack!”
I sighed, getting up and grabbing his backpack, searching the charger and then plugging my phone on it. When it turned on, I started to regret asking him to give me his charger. Tons of messages and calls from Harry, saying threats to me, to Lando.
“Lando?”
I swallowed thickly, opening the chat and reading everything and feeling how my breathing got heavy.
You will regret being with him
He will use you for his own pleasure
I'm sure he will cheat with some model he finds on Instagram
You are not enough for him
Don't listen to a word he says, he's a liar
Come back to me, I know you want it
I'm sorry, I won't scream to you ever again
Please come back, I need you here
I was shaking, panicking. What type of man is he? What kind of man I befriended.
“Violet? Hey, what's wrong?”
I swallowed thickly, looking at my phone and reading through the chat, all those messages. I didn't even notice when Lando sat next to me and grabbed my phone, taking it away from me.
“That asshole…” he groaned, locking the phone and leaving it on the bed. “Ignore him. Don't listen to him, okay? He's just mad”
“If he's mad and writing those texts, how will it be talking face to face?” I mumbled, looking at my hand.
“I won't let him put a finger on you, you hear me?” he said, grabbing my cheeks and making me look at him. “If that idiot dares to breathe on the same direction as you, I will definitely punch his face”
I took a deep breath and looked at him, leaning on his touch, on his hands. His hands are big, they cover half of my face. His skin is softer than I thought, making me sigh the moment his thumbs rubbed my cheekbones.
“Come on, get changed” he said. “I texted Max, he's coming in half an hour”
“Okay” I sighed.
Sleeping next to her was something I never knew I needed. Feeling how she moved closer to me while shivering, how she held my hand between our bodies, in front of our chests.
Maybe she was giving me high hopes. I shouldn't start making plans for us. But God… the way she held me and I held her last night, it was something meant for lovers, not for friends.
I buried my feelings for her in the deepest part of my soul, cheering them and not being able to show them to her. All those years, four years since I knew her, and I finally had the chance to confess. But still, this doesn't feel real, I feel like I'm in a dream.
And now, watching her walk out of the bathroom after getting changed and with the clothes I bought her back in a bag, I knew I had to face reality.
“Ready?” I asked, putting things back on my backpack.
“Yeah” she nodded and sighed, looking at her phone.
Yesterday, when Max and Pietra arrived at the house without me and Violet, Harry started calling and texting me. The messages he sent her were nothing compared to what he sent to me.
“Violet… before we left I want to tell you something” I sighed, looking at my watch. There's still time until Max arrives.
“What is it?” she smiled weakly.
I took a deep breath and sighed, sitting on the bed and leaving the backpack on it. How am I supposed to tell her? If I don't do it now, maybe Harry will take a chance.
“Harry wanted to blackmail me” I said. “He was threatening me last night. He told me that if I don't leave you he was going to send to every tabloid and tell you bad things about me”
“You are scaring me” I heard her sigh, standing in front of me.
“I know he has pictures of me during parties” I said. “Pictures of me drunk, kissing random girls, taking them to the bathroom… He has them on his phone, and he only needs to press the send button and make sure my life is hell”
“It's only that?” she said softly. “I thought it was something worse, like you being a criminal or something of the style”
“I know, but it's still bad” I sighed. “I just… I think it's better if you know it by me and not by him”
“Thank you for telling me” she smiled, cupping my cheeks with her hands and making me look at her.
The moment I saw her leaning in and later feeling her lips pressed in my forehead, I knew I was screwed. I knew that the tiny bit of strength I had to not fall completely and deeply for her already gave up the moment she pressed those beautiful cherry lips against my skin.
I held her wrist, closing my eyes and rubbing her hand with my thumb, kissing softly her palm.
“Let’s go” I said, standing up and holding her hand.
The hold of her hand was tight, intertwining our fingers and holding the bag with her other hand while we walked out of the room.
I left the keycard on the reception table and we waited for the car to park at the front door. I felt her stand next to me, close to me, which made me smile wider.
When the car stopped right in front of us I sighed relieved watching Max driving, no one else in there. And I saw Violet sigh in relief too.
“I don't think it's a good idea for you two to go back to the house, actually” Max sighed, getting out of the car. “Harry is fuming, it's a miracle he didn't come with me”
“Yeah, I can imagine” I sighed, squeezing Violet's hand before letting it go. “But that bastard and I have things to talk about, and I think that this place is not right for doing that”
“He's out of control, mate…” Max sighed looking at us. “Eloise really had to force him to stay there. I don't even know what is going on”
“He won't hurt her” I heard Violet say. “He's too possessive and loves to show everyone what is his. I'm sure they are fucking, just to keep his mind busy with his dick buried in her”
I could feel the pain in her voice, how she clenched her jaw. This time, I let my body do whatever it wanted and my hand went to her cheek, caressing it softly with my knuckles.
“Anyway, did you two have breakfast?” Max asked.
“We can go grab something and take it to the house” Violet said, leaning on my touch. “Yesterday I saw a store that sells pastries and hot chocolate”
Max nodded and looked at us, at my hand on her cheek, at how I smiled when she accepted my touch.
We went to the store Violet told us, buying whatever we saw, walking back to the car as slow as possible.
“Remind me to hug Pietra when we are back” Violet said.
“What, why?” Max frowned.
“I mean… she's alone in that house with them fucking like rabbits” she smiled weakly.
We arrived at the car and got inside of it in silence, me sitting in the front with Max while Violet sat on the backseats. I saw her sigh, looking out of the window.
I know what I have to do. For her and for me. I know that if I want her with me I have to make sure that Harry is out of our lives, for good. But I don't know what Violet wants. Deep inside I wish she cuts every attachment she has with him, that she forgets the friendship she had, the crush she had on him. I just wish she would give me a chance, I wish she would let me show her how much I love her, how much I admire her, how much I want to hear her talk about everything she loves.
The drive back to the house was faster than I thought, and right in front of me that house came to my view.
God, give me strength to not kill someone today.
“Here goes nothing” Max sighed, parking the car and getting out of it.
Violet got out after me, following me close, looking down at her feet. And the moment Max opened the door, I wanted to be mad. I wanted my anger to dominate me, all that anger I had for the last four years, feeling how a man took away the woman I love.
I left the bags with our breakfast on the table and soon Pietra joined us, quiet.
“I'll ask him to leave” I said. “And Eloise too”
“But…” I heard Violet sigh.
“I know she's your friend, Violet” I sighed, placing my hand on top of hers. “But… she didn't act like one the last few days, she barely talked with you or spent time with you. And I want you to be happy. I'm sorry for being this rude, but right now the last thing I want is having them here ruining the mood of this trip”
She sighed and nodded, looking down at our hands.
“Cuties” I heard Pietra chuckle. “You finally confessed, huh? About damn time”
“Wait, you knew?” Max and I frowned.
“It was kinda obvious”
“Well… not for me” Violet sighed, blushing.
We had breakfast in silence, putting on music to ignore the noise upstairs. But when it faded away, I felt the four of us getting tense when the door of their room opened.
“Well, well… look who finally came”
I felt Violet flinch. Her back was facing him, and she stopped chewing when she heard his voice.
“How was the night, hm? Funny? Steamy?” he laughed. “Did you two at least use a condom? I don't think the world would be happy with a mini Lando around. Oh, and let's not talk that maybe he even has some STD”
“Harry…” I heard Max groan, trying to stop him.
“Shut up” he frowned, pointing at him. “You know, Violet? That man loves to fuck around. He needs to have his dick buried on a random girl every time he goes to a race. It's like he's doing a collection of pussies around the world”
I clenched my jaw hearing him talk like that. I never imagined that he would talk about me this way, that the kid that sat next to me at school would betray me this way.
“Come on, Violet. He will use you just to add your pussy to his collection” he laughed. “Don't be stupid, you are being so naive and he's manipulating you”
I saw Violet take a deep breath, how her throat moved, swallowing thickly. Is she believing him?
“I have proof of that” he smirked, grabbing his phone and unlocking it, showing us the screen. “All the girls he took to his room, to a bathroom. Oh, and let's not forget about the times he consumed drugs. How did that feel, Lando? Was it funny?”
“What is your point with all this shit, Harry?” I asked, mad.
“My point? My point is that no one touches her” he said, smirking, watching how Violet got up from the chair and walked towards him.
I tried to stop her, holding her hand, but she walked towards him. I could feel my heart breaking, watching how she stood in front of her and him wrapping an arm around her waist. The silence fell on the room, no one dares to say a word.
“Look, look what he does in his free time” he said, showing her his phone.
But what she did next was something none of us expected, neither Harry.
She grabbed his phone, looking at the screen. I saw her touch it, and then Harry frowned, trying to get it back.
“You think I'm stupid?” she said. “I may have let you manipulate me however you wanted for the last few years. But I definitely have eyes, and I can finally see the type of person you are”
“Ah, Violet, come on” he laughed, trying to reach for his phone, but she placed a hand on his chest to get him away. “Give me my phone”
“You want your phone?” she said, and I swear I could see a smirk on her lips. “Or you want those pictures, to send them to all the tabloids and gossip pages you know? Too sad I deleted them. And too sad that I know you like the palm of my hand to know that you didn't even saved them somewhere else”
Max and Pietra laughed looking at them, and I smiled. Finally, this is the Violet I knew she could be. Someone free.
“Stop doing this shit” Harry groaned.
“Shit? Shit is everything you did to me” she frowned. “Manipulating me and using me. Well, no more”
And then she threw the phone to the wall next to her, breaking it.
Max and Pietra looked at the scene like what we had in front of us was a movie, shocked by what Violet did.
“You little piece of shit-” Harry groaned, but Violet's hand slapped his cheek, making his head turn to his side.
“Don't you dare to talk to me like that ever again” she said. “No, better. Don't you dare to talk to me ever again. I want you out of here”
I saw his hand raise and I acted fast, taking fast steps towards him and punching his cheek, making him fall to the floor, hissing and feeling how my knuckles hurt only for punching him.
“Go upstairs and pack your fucking things. Now” I said. “And Eloise's. Go fuck your girlfriend somewhere else, you are not welcomed here”
“You will regret this, Lando” he said, looking at us.
“No, mate” I sighed. “You will regret everything. And if you are smart enough, you will stay away from me and Violet”
I held Violet's hand, keeping her behind me when Harry stood up, looking at us with anger while he walked upstairs. I heard Pietra calling for a taxi to come to the house, none of us bothered to take them to the airport. I felt Violet wrapping her other hand around my arm slowly, standing close to me and kissing my cheek.
“Thank you” I whispered, letting go of the breath I didn't know I was holding. “For deleting the pictures”
“He actually didn't have pictures” she whispered, chuckling softly. “It was a lie. Sure, he had a file, but it was empty. He did that to have something to manipulate you with”
I sighed and nodded, pressing my lips on a thin line when I saw Harry followed by Eloise walking downstairs.
“Violet…” Eloise mumbled, confused. “What…?”
She ignored her, looking away from her. I just squeezed her hand softly, Max and Pietra standing next to us. Now Violet is on our side.
“Everything will be okay” I whisper, pressing my lips on her temple when I felt her letting go a trembling breath.
“Yeah” she whispered, leaning on me, resting her chin on my shoulder. “I know”
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“You dragged us out of bed at eight thirty in the goddamn morning for what?”
“You remember how you got married on a random Thursday without telling anyone?” Hunk says, instead of answering the goddamn question. Keith and Lance both groan as loudly and obnoxiously as they can. Lance makes a point to yank their blankets over his head as he falls back onto the pillows.
“Just ignore them,” Keith whines, slinging an arm around Lance’s waist and pulling him back in. Lance goes willingly, inclined to follow those instructions.
“Nope. Nuh-uh.” Something soft and round pelts Lance on the shoulder, then the hip, then lands square on his head. “Up you get.”
“Fuck off,” Lance gripes again, peering over the covers to glare at Pidge, who is gleefully digging through their sock drawer to hand Hunk more ammo.
“Nope. Get up, losers.” Hunk huffs. “God, I don’t even understand why this is taking you so long. You went to bed at eight-thirty. That was twelve hours ago. There’s no possible way you’re still sleepy.”
Lance pauses. He glances over at his husband, who’s grinning just as wolfishly as he is.
God, Lance loves him so much. Verbal communication is for dweebs. They’ve got this shit in the bag.
“We went to bed at eight thirty,” Lance agrees, pretending to be nonchalant.
Keith hums, following along, leaning back with his arms folded behind his head like he’s the most unbothered bitch on the planet. “Right, right, we did.” He pauses for dramatic effect. (It will never cease to amaze Lance that people think the Black Paladin is some sort of stoic, serious asshole. How even he used to think that. Keith grew up with Shiro, for fuck’s sake. There’s not a bone in his body that isn’t at least a little melodramatic.) He glances over at Lance, finally giving the game away with a wide grin. “But I don’t remember us doing any sleeping.”
“Funnily enough, me either!”
It takes Pidge and Hunk a moment for the implication to sink in, and their identically disgusted faces when it does immediately make Keith and Lance burst out laughing.
“You two are nasty,” Pidge protests, throwing eight more sock pairs with increasing violence. Keith and Lance are too weak with laughter to stop her, barely holding their hands in front of them to stop the onslaught. “I hate you. Hunk, suffocate them.”
“I’m considering it,” Hunk mutters darkly. He shakes his head rapidly. “God, the imagery.”
The best part is that it isn’t even true. They walked up to their room at eight-thirty, got ready for bed, talked for maybe three minutes, and then fell asleep immediately like old people. It was excellent.
But fucking with his friends is always fun.
“Just be downstairs in twenty minutes,” Pidge says, aiming another ball of socks at Keith’s head. Keith manages to catch it, and Pidge scurries to hide behind Hunk before Keith can whip it back. “We’re going out.”
The two disappear before they can ask anymore questions, making a point of loudly stomping down the stairs and ignoring their questioning.
“We could just ignore them,” Keith suggests.
“That’s true,” Lance agrees. “We could even have sex for real? That would piss them off.”
For a second Keith looks like he’s really considering it. He gets that cute little furrow in his brow that he gets when he’s concentrating. It does wonderful things to Lance’s ego, that the thought of sleeping with him gets the same furrow of concentration that fighting a war does.
But eventually, as Lance knew he would, Keith sighs. “We should probably see what they have planned.”
Lance smiles. “Maybe.” He heaves himself up, offering a hand to Keith to pull him out of bed, too, then drags him to the bathroom. “Let’s get dressed.”
———
They make it downstairs twenty minutes later, dressed and ready to go. The kitchen is overcrowded, as it usually is, with Hunk and Adam cooking something delicious at the stove, Pidge standing guard over Shiro so he doesn’t curse the kitchen with his presence, and Veronica trying and failing to look cool for an earnestly oblivious Allura. The real grownups — Coran, Krolia, Miguel, Marcela, and Lisa — are chatting over some fresh fruit at the table, Luis trying and failing to convince the twins to eat their food instead of throwing it at each other. Marco is nowhere to be found, likely having escaped to the garage when the kitchen got too loud.
They’ve been home and settled for quite some time, now. But all his family safe and in one place still makes something fragile clink around in Lance’s chest.
“Well good afternoon, mijos,” Marcela teases.
“It’s barely nine, Mamá,” Lance says, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek before taking a seat. Keith hesitates a second, then Marcela taps her other cheek, so Keith follows Lance’s example and then kissing his own mother hello before sitting down next to Lance. His face is a little red by the end of it, still unused to the casual affection, but his smile is small, pleased.
“I never get any kisses hello,” Shiro grumbles into his coffee mug.
Keith doesn’t miss a beat. “That is because you are irritating.”
“Can it, boogerbrain.”
Adam slides a plate piled high with pancakes between them.
“Before you two kill each other,” he says drily. The fondness drips off of him, made even more evident by the way he pinches Keith’s cheek as he walks past, slides his hand down Shiro’s shoulder as he sits next to him. His diversion is successful, however, and both brothers call an unspoken truce in favour of stuffing their faces.
“So,” Pidge says, mouth full, several minutes later. “You guys got married on a whim.”
Keith glances at Marcela. “That is an exaggeration,” he says loudly, as if Lance’s mother isn’t well aware that her son is the type of dumbass to say yes to an impulsive wedding proposal.
“It’s really not,” Allura, Hunk, Shiro and Pidge say at the same time.
Keith scowls.
“Anyways,” Hunk continues, “since y’all didn’t actually let anyone know you were getting hitched, we never got to do fun wedding things. Like a bachelor party.”
“Or an actual wedding,” Allura points out, which is met with various snickers.
Lance leans back to exchange a contemplative glance with Keith. While he doesn’t and never will regret the way they got hitched, he supposes there are some things they missed. Having a dumb drunk party with their friends doesn’t sound bad at all, actually.
“Alright,” Lance says, nodding. “We’re down for that. What are we doing? Heading to the beach?”
“Oh, no,” Veronica says, grinning wildly. She pushes up her glasses as if she’s a dorky anime character. “Get ready for something way better.”
———
An arcade.
Their friends have dragged them to an arcade.
“I haven’t been to one of these in years,” Keith comments, taking in the bright lights, strange and minorly unpleasant smells, and sounds of screaming children.
Lance squeezes his hand. “Me either, but don’t worry. We’re going to crush it.”
“Hey, whoa, hold on,” Veronica says, making a T sign with her hands. “It’s a bachelor party.”
Keith and Lance blink at her.
“Yes,” Lance says, extra slow so she can understand. “For us. We got that.”
Veronica continues to look at them like they have a couple screws loose — which would normally be fine, because that’s a particularly favourite expression of hers to wear around Lance, only the rest of the team is looking at them funny, too.
“Since when do bachelor parties involve both parties?” Hunk clarifies. “Split up!”
“What? No way!” Keith protests. He pulls Lance closer to him. “I married him, so I get dibs!”
“Nope, no way,” Allura says. “I already called dibs on Lance. You get your own team to lose on. Good luck.”
Look.
Lance is loyal, okay? He made a vow. Keith is his number one. His ride or die. Blah blah blah.
However.
Before he fell in love, before Keith was the person he turned to, before Keith was his friend, even, Keith was his rival.
And rivalries don’t just die. They just get pushed aside, really. He lets go of Keith’s hand and sidesteps towards the Blue Paladin. Keith’s face of betrayal makes him smirk.
“What,” he taunts, leaning back all casual-like. “Afraid to lose, Kogane?”
Like clockwork, Keith’s face smooths into something cocky and testy and really, really hot.
“Like hell, Kogane,” he scoffs. “I’m going to grind you to dust.”
Hunk claps his hands. “Excellent. Keith, you stand by that plant, Lance stand across from him. It’s team picking time. Keith gets to pick first because Allura already threatened violence if she doesn’t get Lance’s team.”
Allura smiles primly, skipping over to stand with Lance. Her braids — courtesy of Lisa and Sylvio — swish cheerfully behind her, pink beads clinking. Lance high-fives her when she gets close.
“Ready to annihilate them?” Lance asks.
Allura grins. “We won’t even need anyone else.”
Blue’s presence roars in both of their head at the same time, proud and smug.
“Dibs on Hunk!” Keith shouts.
Lance gasps in betrayal. “What? No!” Keith only sticks his tongue out at him, and to Lance’s horror, even Hunk is grinning!
“Sorry, man,” he says, not sounding very sorry at all. He accepts Keith’s fist bump. “Keith is just the obvious winner, here. You know I pick the non-losing side.”
“I’m cutting you out of my will,” Lance informs him. He is, too. Hunk can have squat, since he’s a quisling.
“Just choose your next teammate, goober,” Hunk says.
Lance turns back to the pool of options, gaze critical. His initial strategy had been to choose people with opposite strengths to him — those better with luck games, or trivia. But if Keith’s strategy is to choose people that will cripple Lance, then he needs to adjust accordingly. If he loses this he’ll never forgive himself.
“Shiro,” he says definitively. Having Keith’s brother in his team will make Keith sloppier, because Keith physically cannot handle being on an opposite team of Shiro without the absolutely blinding urge to beat him. He’ll be so focused on one-upping Shiro that he’ll be less focused on doing games properly.
They spend the next ten minutes carefully choosing their teams and making faces at each other. In the end, Keith’s team is made up of Hunk, Adam, and Veronica. Lance’s team has Allura, Shiro, and Pidge (everyone else decided to step away from what they knew was a competition that was bound to get out of hand and stay home — which, fair). The second the teams are finalized, Lance pulls everyone away, guiding them to a little corner of the arcade so they can Strategise.
“Okay,” Lance starts, mentally planning a map of the arcade and its games. “We need to out-ticket them, so prioritize high-payout games first, skilled games second. Anything that’s a guaranteed thirty tickets is a game worth playing a few times. Anything you know you can demolish, hit hard.”
“Are we cheating?” Shiro asks.
“Foul play at least,” Lance confirms. “Pidge, feel free to accidentally make machines work better for you. Allura and Shiro, feel free to bat your eyelashes and weaken Veronica and Adam with your wiles.”
All three teammates nod seriously.
“Will do. And you, Lance?”
Lance grins, unbuttoning his blouse and stuffing it in his bag, leaving only his cropped red t-shirt that makes the brown of his eyes look darker. He clips on some sparkly earrings, then slathers on some lip gloss.
“I am going to make it impossible for Keith to focus. Let’s go!”
———
(Keith watches as his husband hunches know a huddle with his team, face drawn and serious as he explains his plans and ideas. Shiro, Pidge and Allura watch him with similar intent, splitting off after a couple minutes of discussion with the seriousness they once employed marching into battle.
“We’re going to lose, aren’t we,” he asks the group at large.
Hunk pats him heartily on the back. “Most definitely. Let’s go, team!”)
———
There is a lot of chaos, as one might expect.
The arcade is certainly not empty. Parents chase after unruly children, unruly children chase each other. Many young teens hog games in an attempt to turn a profit on their token investment. Hobbyists are worse. Regardless, competition sings in Lance’s veins. He spends inordinate amounts of time at the shooting games, knocking out shot after shot — in one game lasting so long that he amasses a crowd of awed spectators.
“Holy smokes!” one child yells. “He’s been here forever! He can’t lose!”
“You think he’s a super spy, or somethin’?” their friend whispers.
Lance smirks. Or something.
As the point counter in the top left corner of the game ticks higher and higher with every zombie he slays, he starts to imagine how he might gloat with his upcoming hoard of tickets. Drape them like a scarf, perhaps, and sashay past Veronica? Count them very slowly by Adam? Get Shiro’s help in forming them in an L shape and point them in Keith’s direction?
Before he can decide, there are several annoyed shouts in the small crowd behind him, and seconds later someone pops up next to him, filling his nose with the scent of pine and sandalwood. Keith plants himself behind where Lance is seated, arms on either side of him, and leans over so his head hangs upside down in front of Lance’s, blocking his vision.
“Hey,” he says, grinning.
Lance shoves his face away. “Buzz off! I’m trying to beat you!”
“You’re hogging the zombie game, is what you’re doing.”
“Duh!”
Lance shoves his face away again and this time he goes, which should make Lance suspicious, but his guard is down and his focus is elsewhere. After a moment, he hears his husband clear his throat three times, just like he does before he addresses a crowd of people as the Fearless Black Paladin.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“People of the arcade!” he shouts, and lord above Lance married a drama queen no matter what anybody says about it. “Are we going to let him hog the zombie game?”
A voice that is most definitely Lance’s irritating sister calls out: “No way!”
Another voice, Lance’s traitor best friend, calls out: “He’s had it for twenty minutes! I demand justice!”
The crowd, either bolstered to air their grievances due to other aforementioned complaints or just happy to be part of a mob, take up the chant: “Off the game! Off the game!”
“The people have spoken, sweetheart,” Keith says, smirking so wide his eyes scrunch up.
Lance rolls his eyes, but he’s annoyed to find that he can’t quite suppress his smile. “You’re a dick for brains.” He purposely misses his next shot, ending the game, and the crowd cheers. The screen flashes once, then a red number pops up in the middle: 456. Tickets begin to shoot out of the slot.
Lance turns towards his husband and chuckles evilly, taking great joy in his newfound scowl. “Try to keep up, baby.” He tears his last ticket from the slot, gathering them up and patting Keith on the chest as he walks by. Allura, Pidge and Shiro whoop and cheer for him, high fives and fist bumps all around as they all show each other how many tickets they’ve garnered so far — well over a thousand. They’re killing it.
They spend the next forty minutes flitting from game to game, winning forty tickets here and ninety there, even losing a game or two. They spend half their time actually playing and half their time messing with the rest of their friends, calling out confusing answers for trivia games or straight up poking and prodding at them to mess up any games of focus. It’s a miracle that any of them manage to win at all, really.
After a couple hours of play, the two teams have mostly evened out — Lance hasn’t been keeping exact count of his tickets, or anything, but his pile and Keith’s pile look about the same.
“I have an idea,” Allura shouts over the noise of the arcade. “A final win!” She tilts her head towards one of the larger games in the arcade, blasting pop music through the area and flashing bright lights.
DDR.
Lance grins at her. “‘Llura, you are a genius.”
She preens. “I know.”
“Shiro! Pidge! Cover for us!”
They nod, and Allura and Lance rush to the Dance Dance Revolution machine, quickly flipping through the options as they see Keith and Veronica booking it through the crowd through the corners of their eyes. Finally they land on the best option for them, and Lance slams the start button just as Shiro tackles his brother to the ground. Synth beats blast through the speakers, and Aqua’s Barbie Girl starts to play — game on.
“Fuck!” Adam shouts, knowing they’re about to lose.
Lance cackles. If there’s one thing he and Allura can do, it’s absolutely crush this game.
And they do — the hit every beat, perfectly, not even one misstep. Every stomp is in unison, every pop of their hips coordinated. (They had weeks and weeks on the space road trip. They know what to do.)
By the time the song ends and Allura and Lance step off the machine, tickets flying through the slot, Keith’s team has accepted their defeat with hanged heads.
“Hand over half your tickets as a losing tax and bow before your queens,” Lance says smugly, as he and his teams twist their tickets into ugly crowns, wearing identical smirks.
“All hail the winners of pressing little buttons on dinky arcade games,” Veronica drawls because she is a sore loser.
Allura winks at her. “Thank you for your concession, insect,” she teases.
Veronica goes bright red. Lance snickers.
They make their way to the prize booth, handing over their absurd number of tickets. Pidge uses hers to buy a ridiculous amount of candy. Allura goes ham buying a bunch of Earth trinkets to bring back to Coran. Shiro sees a dookie little toaster from the seventies that is devoted entirely to cooking hot dog buns, laughs himself to tears, and buys it immediately. Lance buys himself a giant stuffed lion that happens to be blue, because once he sees it it’s impossible not to. The four of them goad their gifts to the losing team as they trade for their own shit, much to the annoyance of the grouchy employee.
It’s stupid. It’s juvenile. Every single one of the prizes is cheap.
It’s so, so much fun.
On the walk back to the house, Keith falls into step with Lance, pulling him back slightly from the rest of the group. They all shoot knowing smiles in their direction, for once not feeling teasing, and jog ahead to give them space.
“Got something for you,” Keith says casually, looking straight ahead.
“A consolation prize?” Lance jokes.
Keith grins. “Something like that.” He digs around in his pocket, closing something in his fist and holding it out in front of him. He makes no move to open his hand or offer the thing to Lance, walking on casually. Lance is burning with curiosity.
“You remember when I first asked you to marry me?”
Lance snorts. “Out of the blue, on a random Monday, in the common room? Yes, I remember the day my life changed forever.”
Keith’s smile gets softer. He reaches over with his free hand and links it with Lance’s.
“You told me I needed a ring to ask you.”
“Mhm. And we got one later.”
“That’s the thing.” He stops them, turning to face Lance head on, indigo eyes bright and sparkling. “I got us wedding rings. But never used one to pop the question.”
He takes a tiny step back, and then sinks to one knee, holding up a cheap diamond ring from the prize booth. Lance laughs out loud, and then gets choked up by the emotions that flare up at the sight of his husband on one knee, and tears build in his eyes.
“Lance Kogane,” Keith says dramatically, but there’s a look of real seriousness in his eyes, a stubborn streak of love. “I kind of botched the asking, my first time, so I’m going it again: will you marry me?”
“Yes, dorkbrain,” Lance chokes out. “Of course.” He holds out his left hand, and Keith slides the dinky little ring onto his forth finger, resting it above his real wedding ring. He stands up and wraps his hands around Lance’s face, leaning in and kissing him softly.
“Just checking,” he whispers.
Lance smiles, leaning their foreheads together.
Fitting, he thinks, deciding to stay right where he is for a while, that they’d do everything backwards.
How lucky he is.
———
parts 1-5
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NOVEMBER 8TH 2020
“So you took her out on a date?” Josh groaned at Trinity’s question. He knew there had to be a reason she had called him on facetime at 8 am. “That's so cute.”
“It wasn’t a date - wait she said it was a date?”
“No.”
“Good,” he said, slightly disappointed. “Because it wasn’t” Trinity rolled her eyes with a scoff.
“So what do you call it?” Josh bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged.
“I mean, you the one who said she didn’t think I liked her, so I took her out to get to know her.”
“But you do like her, right?” Josh rolled his eyes.
“It’s eight a.m. Trin, I’m going back to sleep.”
“Wait Josh-” He hung up the phone before she could say anything else. Before he went back to sleep he texted his brother telling him to get his nosey ass wife.
“So he took you on a date?” Airielle groaned and threw a pillow at her cousin’s head.
“It wasn’t a date. He wants to be friends so we went out and got to know each other.” She paused. “As friends.” Yasmine rolled her eyes.
“As friends?” Airielle nodded. “Bitch please. I saw the way he was looking at you when we were at Trinity’s house.”
“And what about the way Joe was looking at you?” Airielle said, trying to get herself out of the hot seat.
“Mmmhmm” Yasmine hummed with a smirk. “And unlike you. Imma act on my desires. Gave him my number, just waiting for him to text me first.” Yasmine said winking at Airielle. “Back to you though,” Airielle groaned and threw herself back on her bed and pulled the covers over her.
“There is no back to me.” She said her voice muffled from her blanket.
“That friends thing is bullshit and you know it.” Was the only think Yasmine said before getting up off her bed and walking out the room.
Airielle paused her movie when her phone vibrated with an incoming message.
Incoming text from Josh Fatu: sup, you up?
Airielle stared at the text message. Sup? Was he serious?
To Josh Fatu: Yeah. Good morning to you too.
Incoming text from Josh Fatu: lol my bad airielle noelle , good morning ❤️
To Josh Fatu: i knew i should've never told u my middle name.
“Friends my ass.” Yasmine said as she read the messages over Airielle’s shoulder. Airielle rolled her eyes and locked her phone. “He sent a heart emoji Airi.”
Airielle threw her arms up. “We send each other heart emojis all the time.”
“Because we love each other, duh.” Yasmine smirked and looked down at Airielle’s phone when it vibrated. “You gon get that?” They made eye contact and lunged for the phone at the same time with Yasmine grabbing it a second before Airielle did.
Incoming text from Josh Fatu: u wanna go to breakfast?
“Girl go get dressed, he’s coming to get you.” Yasmine said as she sent Josh the address to their place. “Dinner and a breakfast date. Friends my ass.” Airielle rolled her eyes and snatched her phone from Yasmin's hand and walked in her room to try to find something to wear.
When she came out of her room fully dressed Yasmine immediately shook her and pushed Airielle back towards her room. “Hell no. That is not sexy.” Airielle threw her arms up and scoffed.
“It's breakfast, Yas. It’s not a date.” She said as there was a knock at their front door. She frowned and turned towards Yasmine who shrugged with a smirk.
“I gave him the code to the front door.” She narrowed her eyes at Yasmine before opening the door. She let out a chuckle when she noticed they were almost wearing the same thing. He had on a black Nike shirt that he had cut the sleeves off of and a part of black Nike sweatpants with white Air Forces. And a gold chain around his neck. He looked good as fuck.
“Hey.” Josh said with a wide smile. “You ready?” She nodded and closed the door. They were silent on the ride down the elevator. She could tell Josh was nervous because he kept fidgeting which confused her because why would he be nervous hanging out with a friend?
She groaned inwardly as she thought about Yasmine’s words from earlier. She and Josh were just friends and nothing more.
“Oh I got these for you.” He said as he stopped at a red light and reached in the backseat. Her eyebrows raised in surprise as he handed her a small bouquet of roses.
“You got me flowers?” She said grinning as she closed her eyes and smelled them. “Thank you.” She smiled over at him.
“You welcome.” He said licking his lips as the butterflies in his stomach intensified. “I uh, Some guy was selling them on the side of the road. So I got them for you.” He lied, He actually went to a flower shop and spent way too much time trying to find the right bouquet for her.
“Josh, your family is like wrestling royalty. That’s gotta be so intimidating.” Airielle said, staring wide eyed at him after he just finished going over his family tree with her. Breakfast was going great. He had taken her to one of his favorite diners that his mom used to take him and his brothers to growing up.
She had told him about her family and how it was growing up with two protective older brothers and a younger brother who acted like he was in charge all the time. They were legit having a good time.
Josh shrugged with a smile on his face. “I mean it is intimidating but I think me and Jon are doing the family justice.”
“I mean duh,” She said, making eye contact with him. “Y'all six time tag team champs, that’s impressive as fuck.” Josh had to look down at the table to hide his kool-aid grin.
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It’s been two weeks since Josh took Airielle out to breakfast and since then they’ve talked everyday. It started with just good morning text everyday then went to him Facetiming her after his morning workouts to talking on the phone until one of them fell asleep at night.
Somewhere in the past two weeks Airielle had started to realize that she actually liked Josh. Not just as a friend. So when he tried to Facetime her that morning, she ignored it and all of the text messages he sent her that day.
She was freaking out. She was scared to tell Yasmine about her feelings for Josh cause she knew her cousin would just gloat and Airielle did not want to hear that.
“Damn, I did something to you?” Airielle looked up from the table into Josh’s eyes and bit her lip at the sad look in his eyes. “Why you ignoring me Airielle?”
She sighed and leaned back into her chair. “I’m not ignoring you Josh.”
“Yeah? So why you ain’t call me back?” She shrugged and looked back down at her plate, pushing the food around with her fork.
“ I was busy.” She mumbled and he scoffed.
“For two days? I thought-” He stopped himself and shook his head. “You know what, nevermind.” He was about to get up from the table when his dad walked over to them.
“Joshua! And Joshua’s friend.” Airielle forced a smile on her face as she stood up to greet the Hall of Famer.
“Hi, Airielle Jones. Nice to meet you.” She said, holding out her hand. Rikishi pushed her hand away and pulled her into a hug.
"I know who you are." Rikishi said, surprising Airielle.
Josh rolled his eyes when he dad gave him a thumbs up behind her back.
“Aight, come dad. We gotta go.” Josh said, not giving Airielle a second glance before he started to walk away. Rikishi tried to apologize for his son but Airielle waved him off.
“It’s fine. It was nice to meet you though.” She said giving him one last hug before throwing away her trash and walking out of catering, in the opposite direction Josh had gone.
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If I Should Stay
Things I never thought I’d google: ‘most popular kitchen countertops in the 1980s’ 😂 for those of you who don’t know, Corian isn’t a type, it’s a brand; kinda like Tupperware or Kleenex are the common names for items because they’re the most popular brand.
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Eddie spins a tale of princesses and knights and a dragon who really wasn’t all that bad, just lonely, and El giggles and pokes at Eddie’s shoulder whenever he says something funny until her eyes start to droop and her movements get sluggish.
Eddie’s voice turns even more soothing, then, low and soft and gentle, as he says, “The princess and the knight discuss what to do with the dragon before finally coming up with a solution. The princess bravely walks up to the dragon, strokes its snout, and asks, ‘Would you like to stay with us?’ The dragon snorts steam out of its nose and nods, and together the three of them make a family. An odd family, don’t let them fool you, but a family nonetheless, full of laughter, happiness, and above all, love.”
Eddie meets Steve’s eyes during that final line, and Steve’s breath catches in his throat at how open his expression is, how similar his resolve is to Steve’s own.
El’s been asleep for a few minutes when Steve whispers, “I’m sure this isn’t the last night you were expecting.”
Eddie shrugs a shoulder, careful not to dislodge El. “We might not always get what we want. I’d like to think we get what’s best for us, though.”
Steve thinks about it, then, and realizes he thinks the same. Without the Upside Down, he never would’ve met the kids, Robin, or Eddie. He and Nancy might not have broken up, and he might still be living to make his father proud.
“I think you’re right,” he finally whispers, smiling at Eddie.
Eddie just smiles back, carefully reaches over El, and gently squeezes Steve’s hand.
Steve squeezes back, sets their hands together on El’s sleeping form, and closes his eyes.
The next time he opens them, it’s to El’s knee pressed into his bladder and Eddie’s ankle crossed over his own.
He sighs as he crawls out of bed, doing his best to not jostle it too much, but Eddie peeks his eye open anyways. “‘S wrong?”
“Nothing,” Steve whispers. “Go back to sleep.”
Eddie narrows his eye, then lets it fall shut again. Steve shakes his head fondly and makes his way to the bathroom.
When he finishes, he checks the time and realizes it’s a decent time to start breakfast.
When he makes his way downstairs, he finds Robin and Alli chatting over coffee. He narrows his eyes at Robin. “You went home last night.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “Good morning to you, too, dingus, there’s enough coffee for you and the boyfriend.”
He ruffles her hair as he passes, grinning at her squawk. “Thanks.”
“Menace,” she hisses, trying in vain to fix her hair. He pours a cup, walks over, bats her hands away, and fixes it for her.
She steals his coffee in retaliation, then screws her face up. “Ugh. Black.”
He chuckles. “You do this every time, Robs, you’d think you’d learn by now.”
She rolls her eyes and flips him off.
Alli has been watching them, amused, the entire time. “Morning, Bubba.”
“Morning, Al.”
“How’d you sleep?”
Steve hums over the rim of his mug. “Y’hear El last night?”
Alli and Robin both furrow their brows. “No,” Alli says, instantly concerned. “What happened?”
He sighs. “Just a nightmare, thankfully. Still not much fun, though.”
Allison tuts. “Poor thing.” She glances furtively at Robin. “Did you take my advice?”
Steve knows he’s scarlet. Knows Robin knows what they’re talking about because of his blush. “I, uh. Kinda didn’t have to?”
Robin narrows her eyes and leans in. “Explain.”
Steve sighs as he thinks, sticks two pieces of bread in the toaster. “Well, El was in my room, and then we waited for you to get back after dropping you off,” he starts, nodding first to his sister, then Robin. “I fell asleep leaning against him.”
“It was cute,” Allison grins, nudging Robin. “He was fully out, didn’t move at all when I shut the door or kicked my shoes off, just when I sat on the couch. And I wasn’t even trying to be quiet, coming in, because I didn’t know he was asleep.”
Robin raises her brows at Steve. “You’re never that heavy a sleeper.” Steve blushes, shrugs, won’t meet their eyes. “No, hey.” Robin leans into his space, contorting to lock gazes. “It’s good, okay? It’s good.”
Steve looks at her for a second before looking away again. “Anyways. We went upstairs and I made sure he knew he didn’t have to stay, and he told me not to try to let him out of it now that he knows what he wants.”
The girls sport twin Cheshire grins. “And what does Eddie want?” Alli asks.
“That’s what I asked,” Steve admits, leaning over the counter with a groan until his forehead touches cool Corian. “He kissed me.”
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❝ And I'll be right here when
wake up, Right by your side❞
Body half hurt from laying on your left side for too long. Track of time forgotten. 1:31 am. Have to wake up at 7:30 am. Sit at the same boring study table, zoning out and getting up after 2 hours of just staring at the books, not memorizing a single word.
All day spent inside these four walls. Only time you leave is when you have practice exams at your tuition classes. As soon as you step foot inside the class, you wanna go home. Sitting for the exam, you start missing your boring study desk.
Drops of tears on the dry and empty exam papers. Pulling out your mask and putting it on so no one sees you crying.
I wanna go home.
2:15 am.
Still no sign of sleep. Just blurry vision as tears after tears swell up and fall down on either side as you lay flat on your back on your empty bed.
When did it get this lonely?
Mindlessly scrolling through pictures on the internet. Viewing people's story. 10+ unanswered dms. That one friend telling you all about the exciting things happening to her.
“I'm getting a haircut today. Ooh! And also a new haircut. *inserts picture* It's going to be like this. I'm so excited!”
“Going to have picnic with co-workers! My job is the best.”
"DID I TELL YOU I'M GOING TO BE WORKING AS AN ASSISTANT FOR A CELEBRITY MODEL?”
“I'm SO excited! I'm going to see the movie today!!”
Ah yes, the new movie. You were excited too. So happy that you were looking forward to see it forgetting all about the upcoming long exams.
- That's great
[Sent]
Replying to texts when you don't even want to open them. Just so you don't seem rude a few extra words and some emojies.
The door to the room creaks open. He slowly walks in. Careful not to wake you up.
Wake who up? You weren't even asleep.
He slowly got in bed beside you. Hugging your waist and pulling you closer. You try your best not to make a sound and cry silently.
But the heavy rise and fall of your chest and he knew you weren't as peacefully asleep as he hoped you would be.
“Why are you still awake?”
No response.
“It's almost 3 am. I know you're awake. Why aren't you-
You sit up on the bed.
“I don't want to sleep.”
Wet cheeks getting more wet from the new flowing tears. All everyone ever tells you these days is to eat, sleep, take breaks and study. You're tired of it. You're tired of everyone and everything. Exams aren't helping, no one is helping. Loss of confidence, feelings of loneliness. Seeing others your age going out and having fun. Doing the latest trends. Earning money. Even one of your classmates went to see the new movie despite the upcoming exams. She went with her sister. Your sister lives miles away from you. You didn't tell Nanami because he's an actual busy man unlike you, who sits on the same dull spot everyday and just zones out.
I can't do this anymore.
“Love, are you al-”
“I don't wanna talk about this.”
Voice broken from crying. You try your best to talk and suppress the ache in your throat.
“Let's just go to bed”
He grabs your hand and turns your face towards him. Puffy red eyes and disheveled hair. You looked more tired than him.
“Did you take a nap after eating?”
You cry out more shaking your head.
“You woke up so early and then gave a 2 hour exam. You didn't rest after coming home?”
You didn't look at him. Just soft sniffles and tears.
He pushes your head gently towards his chest and holds you. Your soft cries was the only thing he heard in the dimly lit room. Rubbing your back with one hand and running his other one through your hair.
“Tell me.”
You cry harder burying your head in his chest.
“I'm here to listen.”
Your cries slowly soothe down.
“I'm sorry,” he says. “You've been feeling lonely haven't you?” You don't reply. Just your head on his chest, hugging him tightly. “I've been so busy, I didn't realize I was neglecting you. I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you-”
“It's not you!”
You finally meet his eyes with your red ones. Of course it's not him. It never was him. In fact, he's the only one helping you go through all this despite being stressed himself. You sometimes felt guilty for always being this needy for him. For always wanting him by your side. For always just... wanting him.
“It's everything and everyone around me. I just can't do this anymore. People my age are out there having fun and actually doing things, while I'm here all day everyday sitting in the same spot studying for meaningless exams which are draining me mentally and physically.”
Nanami listens to you intently as he always does. Gentle rubs on your back.
“I'm happy for my friends. I really am. It's just... I'm not feeling very happy at the moment so..”
You felt terrible for feeling that way. Feeling jealous of your friends who were having fun and doing things you looked forward to doing. You know it's not their fault but you can't control your feelings either.
“I feel like a cold hearted person."
More tears.
You said nothing and just laid down curling up, facing the other way. Wishing the tears would just stop.
A strong hand curling up around your waist pulls you closer to him. Gently caressing your hair and hugging you tightly.
Nanami knows your 'leave me alones' mean 'don't leave, stay.' He knows when you push him away, you want him to pull you closer. He knows when you don't 'want to talk about it' you actually want to say a lot about it.
“Sometimes.” his deep soothing voice which you find so comforting, so close against your ears . Hands still caressing through your hair. “Not feeling happy is okay.”
-
“Being envious of others doesn't make you a bad person. Everyone is always envious of someone. The people you see on the internet having a good time, they're also envious of someone or something. Doesn't mean they're a bad person. It's just.. natural feelings.”
“You're having a stressful time, and I understand. I understand your feelings. You don't have to push yourself and you are not a bad friend. Sometimes,” his rough big hands feel so soft when he's caressing your hair like this, while you hide away your face in the pillow.
“We just don't want to hear about other people's life, and it's totally okay. Does not mean you wish bad upon them or anything. It just means, you're not in a good mental state at the moment.”
“It does not make you a cold hearted person.”
“It makes you someone who's trying her best to do things right."
You turn around and burry your face in his neck while he holds you tightly.
“I'm just so tired Kento,” you cry into his chest. “I feel like I'm missing out on so much. People promise to make plans with me and then cancel last minute and make it with someone else.”
“You can make plans with me you know. How about we take a break tomorrow and go see that movie-” “I don't want to.”
You break away from his embrace and lay on your side, facing him. Your face. It looked so worn out. Nanami wiped the tears away and caressed your cheek.
“I won't be able to enjoy it plus it's not about just the movie.” “I know.”
He really does know.
Your phone beeped. A new notification.
But before you can reach for the phone, Nanami was quick to get it himself.
[Just finished watching the movie! OH AND I ALSO GOT MY HAIR CUT!! 🤭✨
*photo*
What do you think?]
He sighs.
"Who is it?"
Nanami simply switches off the phone and puts it on the bedside table.
"No one."
Deep down he knew you didn't want to reply to the message either. You thanked him in the back of your mind for not giving you the phone.
"Thank you."
3:45 am
His arms hold you tightly, face buried in your hair while you face the other way. Peacefully asleep in his embrace.
“I love you.”
He kisses your head.
“And I'm proud of you.”
His eyes closing slowly, taking in your scent.
I love you too
“Kento.”
“Hm?”
“Will you be gone when I wake up?”
“No.”
“I'll be right here when you wake up.
Right by your side.”
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Elbert/Kate/Alfons
tags: nsfw; threesomes; double penetration word count: 2.8k
“Ahh, nghh…” Kate buried her face in Elbert’s neck, muffling her moans against his fair skin. It was well past dawn, the sun casting light through the blue curtains of his room. Normally, they would’ve already left the castle, but how was she meant to do anything else when she awoke next to him? That fine blond hair that never looked out of place now messed with sleep, his long lashes blinking slowly over well-rested eyes, and the sweet, minimalistic smile that graced his lips as he greeted her.
It was only meant to be a good morning kiss, light and sweet, and yet… Her nightgown was gone, discarded somewhere on the floor, perhaps alongside the shirt she’d nearly torn off him in her haste.
She straddled his lap, knees flush against his hips as she rode his cock, her fingers tangled in his hair as she took pleasure in messing it up further.
“Kate… look at me.”
As if she could ever say no. She tipped her face up, and then her heart was in her throat, her whole body shivering with the vision before her. A flush painted his face, from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears, pink and delicate. His lips were kiss-swollen and parted, his breathing heavy as he groaned her name like he owned it. “You’re so beautiful…”
That compliment could still make her laugh. He always said it so sincerely, as if offering a prayer, even though he was the one who caused crowds to gather with his mere presence. How many men and women literally tripped over their own feet for just a glimpse of him, and yet somehow she was the one lucky enough to drown under the weight of his obsessive love?
She crashed her lips against his, drinking in the heat of his tongue and moaning again when his fingers curled over her thighs. He pulled her down onto him as he thrust up, pushing himself further inside, trying to get himself deeper, always deeper, like it was never enough.
She was so close, thighs quivering as she ground against him, muttering soft pleas against his lips to fill her up and make her his, please, just a little more until—
The latch on the door clicked.
Kate snapped her head around to look. Elbert’s dark blue gaze cast in the same direction, both staring at the figure that’d just invited himself inside.
"My, my, you both are so very good at staying quiet, I had no idea I’d be interrupting. But I suppose I'd have to ask Roger to verify for me, if I were so inclined.”
The heat coursing through her body flared. She snatched up the bedsheet, bunching it against her bare chest because there was nothing in reach she could chuck at him. "You could've knocked!"
"I did, I assure you.” Alfons smirked, leaning back against the door after shutting it behind him. “Or so I seem to recall. You’ll have to forgive me if I’m mistaken. You two were very late for breakfast and I just wanted to make sure Elbie wasn't forgetting to feed himself yet again. But it seems that he's making more than a meal out of you, my dear."
"...Al." Elbert’s tone was a strained one. Not of malice or anger, but more of conflict. He shifted beneath her and Kate had to bite back a whimper, clenching her walls around his twitching cock.
“Yes, may I be of some assistance?” Alfons’s voice carried all of his usual amusement—with a touch of something more. “You know that I’m always happy to offer a hand, or anything else for that matter, should either of you need.”
No doubt if it were anyone else, Elbert would've covered her up already. And then gently laid her down while he went to gouge their eyes out. But even as Alfons stared at both of them, Elbert only tightened his grip on her thighs, his neatly trimmed nails digging in to leave marks on her skin. His oceanic eyes were dark, the depth in them unwavering.
She knew that look. That was the look he got when he wanted something.
From the day she'd met them, it was clear their relationship wasn't normal. And then came every interaction between them, every word exchanged, every gaze, every dangerous game and lingering touch… It wasn’t the relationship of a master and servant, nor one of close friends who’d known each other for years. She’d even wondered if, perhaps years ago, Alfons had insisted to Elbert that he wasn’t beautiful, simply to maintain their balance. Because without Alfons by his side, Elbert would have surely already met his ruin.
For a while, she'd thought the emotion it stirred inside her was jealousy. But that wasn't quite right. It wasn't a worry of being replaced, of being betrayed, of being cheated. It was a desire for something she didn’t have, for everything that existed between the two of them that she could never replace and would never want to.
It wasn’t jealousy; it was envy.
But envy was an emotion more easily alleviated.
She released the bedsheet and slid her hands up, cradling Elbert’s face to draw his attention back to her. She understood him better now, his wants, his needs, his curse and the darkness that came with it. Not perfectly, and certainly not as well as Alfons, but she was learning… through them both. "Can you be honest with me?"
"Always."
That response, a far cry from her first few weeks at the castle, made her heart flip.
Alfons was a walking temptation, a dangerous idea wrapped in an illusion. There was almost no doubt in her mind that he’d tempted Elbert before, even if she’d yet to gather the courage to ask exactly how far or how often. And then when it came to her, every time Alfons whispered in her ear or swept his fingertips across the nape of her neck, the heat that burned in her belly screamed to be sated. If it weren’t for Elbert, she would’ve already given in. But given that Alfons’s love of Elbert rivaled her own, he would never actually try to steal her away…
Which made for a simple solution.
"You don't want Al to leave, do you?"
“No…” Elbert spoke softly, as if admitting something he felt he shouldn’t. "...I'm greedy."
"I know."
"You're beautiful, Kate. The most beautiful thing in the world. But..."
She smiled, nodding. "So is he."
"Yes. And sometimes I think, if I had you both… maybe I could finally be satisfied."
That wasn’t true. He would never be satisfied, never fulfill the gaping wound left by his curse. But Alfons had never stopped him from trying and, if she wanted him to be happy, neither would she. “I don’t mind.”
From across the room, Alfons cleared his throat. “Excuse me, but am I not invited to this round of negotiations? Is anyone planning to ask me how I feel?”
Elbert frowned, his brows furrowing cutely, but Kate cast Alfons a smile over her shoulder, as sweet as she could manage. “You can always leave.”
“And what fun would that be?”
Alfons crossed the room with the practiced stride of a man who’d done so countless times, and yet when he reached the edge of the bed, he hesitated.
There was a line there, invisible yet blaring, that would shatter once crossed. Just like dropping a mirror.
But Elbert was never good at waiting for something he wanted. His fingers hooked into the hem of Alfons’s jacket sleeve, the pad of his thumb brushing against a polished cufflink. “Al…”
“Now, Elbie, we both know you’re not very good at sharing. So what on earth makes you think you can share between two?”
“Because I… I don’t mind sharing with you.”
The triumphant smirk painting Alfons’s handsome face faded for a brief moment, transforming into a soft fondness like that of a slow-blinking kitten, and then he joined them on the bed—a gloved hand taking hold of Kate’s chin and turning her face toward his.
She’d kissed him before, but not like this, not like—god. His mouth was different from Elbert’s, lips thinner and firmer, but then he sucked on her tongue as his fingers rolled over her breast and she melted all the same.
Between the three of them, they managed to strip Alfons off his jacket and shirt, his belt buckle clinking against the side of the bed as it fell. Kate hesitated only on his gloves, but then he pressed his mouth to her ear to purr, “Don’t worry, this is already all the fun we can handle,” and stripped those off too.
Elbert’s hands returned to her thighs, spreading her legs wider as he rocked up, sending spasms through her. A moment later and Alfons’s chest pressed against her back, one of his arms snaking around her waist while his other hand slipped down to find the wetness between her legs, fingertips circling her clit.
Kate quieted a whimper, throwing her head back against his shoulder. A memory flashed through her mind, of a room and a bed back at the palace, where Alfons had first teased this ill-advised proposal only for her to hastily dismiss it in a fluster. Saying no then had been the right thing to do, mid-mission with her still wearing the queen’s borrowed clothing, but now…?
His fingers slipped lower, reaching where Elbert’s cock sheathed inside her and stroking against them both. Elbert shuddered under her, his long lashes fluttering as the pretty pink blush coloring his fair skin turned a shade darker. “Kate, I want… kiss me.”
Her eyes flickered momentarily back to Alfons before she leaned her body forward, her chest flush with Elbert’s as she settled her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. It was sweet and unrushed, a maddening contrast to the way he then snapped his hips to plunge deep inside her. She moaned on his tongue and rocked back, startling slightly when she felt a sensation like hard velvet brushing against her lower back.
Elbert’s hands slid from her thighs to her rear, squeezing her buttocks before spreading them. “Al, come. Join me… Please, she’s greedy here too…” She gasped when he slipped two fingers inside alongside himself, stretching her further.
“Can the dear little robin handle that much? Normally, you treat her like she’s so fragile.”
The half-sweet, half-mocking of Alfons’s unfairly low voice had her wanting to beg him and slap him at the same time. But then that wicked mouth touched the center of her spine, raining kisses up each vertebrae until he bit a mark into the nape of her neck and pushed the head of his cock inside her while having the gall to mutter, “Pardon my intrusion.”
It was slow, thankfully, or else she might just break between them. Elbert’s nails dug crescents into her skin, keeping her grounded as Alfons sank himself deeper, bit by bit. She moaned, trembling, her eyes shut as ripples of pleasure raced through her. So full, so much fuller than when Elbert fucked her roughly and pushed his fingers inside her alongside his cock, as if he could satisfy his own ravenous desire through her.
Then, Alfons wrapped his arms around her waist, touching a kiss to the curve of her neck as a soft groan escaped him. “No wonder he’s absolutely obsessed with you.”
She wasn’t any better. If she were, maybe she would’ve had enough sense to object to this, but instead she was dripping wet and unable to stop the moans from spilling out when they both moved inside her. Alfons set the pace for them all and she could feel him smiling each time he kissed her neck and the backs of her shoulders, his slick-soaked fingers rubbing at her clit as if everything else wasn’t already more than enough.
She clung to Elbert, her breaths heavy against his skin, all of her words senseless but pleading. And Elbert, her darling, her beloved—normally so quiet—was panting and groaning along with her. Each push of Alfons’s cock sent her alight and clearly did the same for Elbert, with the way that he arched and tried to seek out more of them both. Greed had never looked more beautiful.
“Al…”
Elbert reached a hand out for Alfons and Kate saw him take it, pressing his lips to Elbert’s fingertips and then his palm, like a proper servant in reverence of his master. It was so foreign, so out-of-place, and yet so fitting. Like Alfons had finally found something he’d wanted. Kate bit the insides of her cheeks, forcing herself to hold back a laugh. That was certainly something she’d never be able to forget, but she could humor him with that assertion later.
Instead, she pressed her lips first to Elbert’s, then twisted to kiss Alfons. And when she pulled back, barely breathing, she saw a deep heat swimming in Elbert’s gaze.
Oh…
Sometimes, the ferocity with which he wanted things was frightening. Like the first time she’d seen him stride across a room, not caring for the agony his footsteps left in his determined wake, simply to acquire something he’d later carelessly discard. This was… different. This was more. This was how he’d looked at her when he’d gripped her hands and asked how it was he could make her his.
But this time, his gaze wasn’t trained on her.
“Al, I want…” He didn’t need to say anymore than that.
Kate shifted as Alfons leaned in over her shoulder, his lips quirked at the corners.
“Oh? Then show me.”
Alfons drew nearer to his charge, hovering but a breath away. And Elbert, as he always did, claimed what he wanted. He caught Alfons’s mouth with his own, the kiss demanding, hungry—and gorgeous. She saw the slip of pink tongues and the pull of teeth, and shuddered, biting down onto her lower lip as she came, clenching around both their cocks.
“My, my, is that what you’re into?”
“Don’t,” she gasped, the warning in her tone less effective as her entire body trembled with the pleasure ripping through her, her skin burning red.
“Why not, if we all enjoy it?” Alfons’s teeth scraped against her ear, his exhales hot and not nearly as even as he likely wanted them to seem. “Will you kiss our dear Elbie for me? Please?”
She did, crying out against his mouth when Alfons thrust with purpose into her over-stimulated body. Elbert took hold of her waist, guiding her movements back on them both, and her moans built, needy and unrestrained, no longer trying nor caring to keep them quiet. The second wave washed over her in minutes and she slumped, no longer sure which name to call out. She heard Alfons swear, pulling out to paint her back while Elbert came in thick spurts across her stomach.
What a blissful mess…
Her nerves buzzed as she sought a kiss from Elbert’s lips, bubbling when he smiled into it and pulled her closer, wrapping her in his embrace.
Alfons, however, slipped off the bed away from them. They both watched him vanish into the adjoining bathroom, returning only moments later with a soft, damp, warm cloth to clean their skin of the mess left behind. Then, barely a minute later, he was redressed and presenting the form of a proper attendant, with not a raven-colored lock out of place.
Kate blinked at him, not out of surprise, but curiosity. “I don’t think either of us would mind if you stayed.” It would take some time and some struggle figuring out, surely, but everything about life in the castle came with complications. And they hadn’t given up yet.
“Surely, Earl Greetia and his dear robin will be famished. And the food prepared earlier will be cold. I trust the two of you can put yourselves together without getting too off track? Or should I send up one of the maids to ensure no further shenanigans?”
Elbert said nothing, his arms winding tighter around Kate’s waist, like he was making up for the loss of one companion by clinging to the other. He and Alfons were day and night, light and dark, but somehow she could figure out how to be the horizon to bridge them together.
She laced the fingers of her hands through Elbert’s and offered a smile to the man standing over them both. “Breakfast sounds wonderful. And you’ll join us?”
“Of course. For as long as you’d have me, my dears.”
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sappy melancholic nanami fighting his raging crush on you as he maintains a painful distance between you two as he quits jujutsu sorcery only to eventually be reunited with you when he decides to go back.
and when he goes back, the first time you see each other after so long, he genuinely struggles to breathe for solid 5 seconds. you’ve always been so pretty, but age and experience seem to make you prosper in a way he’s never seen on you before.
going back makes him feel like all his efforts to move on were in vain. all the distance, all the times hes spent fighting the urge to just grab his phone and text you, theyve all gone to waste.
he thought you were just a high school crush. that mustve been it, since you two were in the same class, and you were so kind. you’d handle his grumpiness with ease he’s never seen, you’d nag him to take care of his health when he neglects it, and now that he thinks about it, there was no fucking way he wouldn’t have fallen in love with you.
“nanami?” he hears your voice before he sees you. “oh my god, is that you?”
nanami can only deadpan at gojo, who stands in front of him with the most punchable shit-eating grin nanami’s ever seen.
“grow some balls, kento.”
gojo raises his blindfold enough to wink at nanami as he simultaneously raises a goofy thumbs-up before the tall albino turns away and struts away from the room. nanami all but turns around, staying stuck in place, only listening to your approaching steps.
he turns around, slowly so, just in time for you to launch yourself at him in an embrace where he has to immediately wrap his arms around you to keep you wrapped around him like a koala, feet off the floor and al, given the height difference.
“oh my god!” nanami realizes just how strong you must’ve gotten when he struggles to breathe due to your lung-crushing embrace. “it’s been so long!!”
he struggles to react at first, ever so awkward and stoic in the face of your overflowing emotions, but you feel him relax under your touch soon enough. his grip on you turns from alarmed to gentle as he lets himself bury his face in the crook of your neck.
just those few seconds. he tells himself. i’ve earned them.
“how have you been?” your finger tips graze the hairs at his nape as he lowers you to the ground again, and the big strong nanami kento feels himself shiver at the touch. your eyes are starry as you stare up at him with way too much adoration than he can handle. “are you coming back to jujutsu high?”
“i’ve been good,” he says, and he soon realizes that the stars are a couple of tears that you’re trying to hold back, despite the bright grin you have plastered on your face. “you’re looking… well.”
“i am, aren’t i?” you giggle, posing a little in your fancy little uniform dress. it’s split all the way to your waist to show the matching shorts you have underneath, showcasing your legs just fine. “you’re looking good yourself too!!” you jump closer, and the big man freezes at the sudden proximity when you stare up at his face. “even though i’d like to say a thing or two about those eye-bags, but it’s nothing we can’t get rid of with some good night sleep and some products!”
we. did you say we?
“come on,” you grab his hand and pull him to walk with you, chuckling lightly at the reactions you’re getting out of the grumpy man. “i have a lot to show you.”
little did nanami know that his raging crush on you will only grow the more he stays around you like this, unbeknownst to the blush you try to hide every time your hands touch.
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should i write a part 2?
more?
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When Grim interrupts your date.
Kalim Al-Asim x Reader, Leona Kingscholar x Reader, Jade Leech x Reader, Idia Shroud x Reader.
Kalim Al-Asim
You both set up a nice little picnic, the food you both brought was almost taking the entire space of the carpet.
Of course the food Kalim brought was cooked by Jamil. And the food you brought was cooked by you but Trey helped you with some of the pastries you brought.
You both were laughing, talking and were about to hug until..
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY HUMAN?!--" (HE SOUNDS LIKE SEBEK LMFAOO) he says coming out of the bushes behind you both. And he goes in between you both right before your cute little hug was about to happen.
You wished you noticed the bushes behind you both were moving, I mean they were moving alot and you can see his ears not fully hidden by the bush. Yet you chose to ignore it you idio-- (STOP BASHING THE READER AHEM.. PROCEED--)
"Grim!--"
Grim laid down on the carpet not answering you, and just glared at you both. And you just rolled your eyes.
"Are you just going to watch us?--"
"Yes-- and I'm also going to take some of that delicious food you hav--" you swatted his hand away. "You should have brought your own food if you were going to spy on us!--"
Well, good luck..?
Also Kalim gave him some of y'alls food. Despite your protests of revenge. (Don't worry you will get your revenge. I thin--)
Leona Kingscholar
I can't really call him just cuddling you in your room a date, but it's the sleep that counts?? (HAH GET IT CAUSE.. imma just go--)
Anyways, you both were tangled into each under the blankets, the warmth enveloping within you.
This may not have dinner with candles, or a movie, or something cliché,
But this was your date, and you will still love it as it is.
Until, Something pushes the already open door against the wall with full force.
"Why.. ahem. WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING ON MY BED?''
I mean he isn't wrong, you both do share the bed but still--
"Grim, you don't even sleep in this bed all the time, can't you just let Leona and I use i--"
You were going to ask him to sleep somewhere else, but he interrupted you by jumping on to you and leona, the force of the jump causing Leona to groan and finally wake up. (How did he not wake up when Grim yelled i--)
Leona glares and Grim and Grim does aswell, vice versa.
You have two little shits doing a glaring competition.
So now Grim is now joining your cuddle session whether you like it or not. (Leona is the only one who dislikes it probably lol)
But atleast you can cuddle your racoo-- i mean Grim and Leona, at the same time. Also Grim's smacking Leonas head because Leona is calling him a clingy shi--
Jade Leech
You both went up on the mountains gathering some mushrooms. Some people might not think that's a date, but you wanted to do what Jade wanted this time for your date. You both had a date last time at the mostro lounge. And he is the one who set it up and paid for it. So you wanted to let him do what he wants to do this time.
Thing is you can't really do something expensive like what Jade did, so you knew Jade liked collecting mushrooms so why not make it into a date between you? (Plus you don't have to pay HAHA-)
"Ah, I found some over here Jade!" You happily said and picked some of them.
"That's lovely dea--" Jade stopped talking when he heard something move.
When you heard him stop talking you looked at him confused but when you saw him, he was looking at the tree. And the tree was moving..?
Something falls down from the tree branch, and Grim groans at the impact from falling into the ground. Then he realizes his plan failed when he sees a pair of eyes surpised looking at him. (It was only you who was surpised but oh well--)
"Grim!?--" You yelled out in shock, and how did he get up there?
Jade was smiling at Grim but there was a intense aura around him. And you can tell he wasn't happy about your date being interrupted. Grim was nervous from this, but he won't back down now! Well until Jade says something that scares him deeply.
"How about I let you taste some of the mushrooms we got Grim?" Jade was holding a strange mushroom, grinning with his teeth widely.
Grim runs away before he dies from Jade. (Where's that enthusiasm now Grim?)
Well, atleast you didn't have to deal with him completely ruining your date. But you will have to deal with a grumpy and pouty Grim once you get home from your date with Jade.
Idia Shroud
You both were gaming for your date, since Idia isn't comfortable going out to crowded places you wanted for your date to be at the comfort in his room.
You didn't want him to feel bad for your date being crowded and make him uncomfortable, so you both were enjoying your little outfits you made together in your game.
You both were matching, and you thought it was really cute, while Idia was flustered but smiling. His hair covering it. You looked over at him and decided you both should take a break and eat some snacks that you brought with you.
But before you could get the snacks that were beside you. You heard some rustling outside and some loud nosies and some yelling.
"Grim! Don't do that! Big brother is--"
Grim opens the door annoyed while Ortho is following him. Idia made a yelp while you were wide eyed staring at Ortho finally catching Grim holding onto him tightly.
"Let me go! I demand you let me at him!--"
"No! You can't try to hurt my big brother!"
You were going to have to deal with this. Because otherwise Idia will hide under his bed. And cry himself to sleep under there--
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