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Agape
Agape love is defined as being unconcerned with the self and concerned with the greatest good of another. Agape love isn't born just out of emotions, feelings, familiarity, or attraction but from the will and as a choice. Agape requires faithfulness, commitment, and sacrifice without expecting anything in return.
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CW: MDI 18+, smut, p in v, oral sex (f reciving), not beta read.
Aegon Targeryen x fem!reader
a/n very love sappy, but i love tom glynn-carrie so its only right
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She was a lady from some noble house, sent to kings landing by her father to find some suitable husband, that could only benefit him. But the second she entered kings landing she caught Aegon’s eye, the pair quickly becoming enamoured in each other, and soon any hopes her father had of her making a subtle match was ruined, and she found her match in Aegon instead.
He was the opposite of ideal, he was a first born son and yet was entitled to nothing and already wed. In no Westorsosi world could the two love openly and yet with him she loved him effortlessly. She didn’t love him for the crown he might one day wear, or the riches he adorned, but for him and him alone.
And he, well he never looked for love before her. And yet the second he saw her he knew she was perfect for him, and that love was the only thing he would ever find with her and her alone.
They had planned the a life were they could live, happy in love with no one pulling them apart. And the day came for that dream to become true.
They had been awoken at dawn, a maid entering his chamber with news of his fathers death. And yet no sadness was found. Only hope.
They had exchanged smiles, and quickly packed there things, quickly running through he secret passages of the keep to the dragon pit, where they made their quick escape on the back of sunfyre.
They had nothing too lose and everything to gain from leaving, and that everything was each other.
They had been living in Bravvos for two years in utter bliss.
Aegon having become a moderately successful merchant somehow charming some rich Bravvosi lords into employing him in their trading empire, and she had started to work in a book shop.
They lived comfortably, being given a manor on one of the lord’s estates. They somehow had left with nothing and yet found themselves living in what many may call the laps of luxury.
Though there were some struggles, such as were to hide sunfyre, but the dragon seemed to love the freedom of the continent, disappearing for weeks on end before finally returning.
Another struggle was the fact that they could never seem to get out of bed.
“Gods!” she moaned throwing her head back, she had awoken to Aegon’s head between her thighs, his tongue endlessly teasing her clit, his fingers plunging in and out of her making her peak twice already, and still refused to lift his head.
Gripping the back of his neck, she slowly pulled him away from her heat, him whining at the loss of her sweet taste.
Though she made up for it as she pulled him into a deep heated kiss, before slowly flipping them, so his head was now against the headboard, and her sat in his lap, there lips never breaking apart.
There bedsheets had long since fallen of the bed, leaving them and just their bare bodies to bathe in the sunlight that was leaking though the curtains, they had half hazardly closed the night before.
She began to grind her heat against his cock, covering him in her wetness, and making his already hard cock, impossibly harder, causing moans to fall from his lips.
“I love you” he whispered against her lips, his arms moving to wrap around hers, before finally reaching down, grabbing his cock and finally entered her, they both moaned as he did.
She moved slowly, grinding her body against his, with slow tortuous movements, kissing him slowly and returning his words as her own.
After several minutes, and pleas form Aegon she changed their positions, so that Aegon now lay flat on his back, his arms pinned down by hers as she finally picked up the pace.
She started to ride up and down his length, griding her hips as she went, leaving Aegon a moaning mess and unable to move as she took only her own pleasure and focused on circling her hips to hit that sweet spot only his cock could reach.
“Faster, please!” Aegon begged, though in truth he was at her mercy, happy to take what ever she would give him, even if it denied him his own peak.
She complied, moving her hands to realise his, instead positioning them to hold onto to his legs behind her, allowing Aegon to grab onto her hips, as she focused on riding up and down his dick, set just at the right angle, so that at every move his cock was hitting her sweet spot.
Before they knew it they were both reaching their peaks, and collapsing together on the bed, only to here Aegon say “Again?”
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Genuinely I love Julian's route in The Arcana so much. The potential of it, this inherent pull towards someone and you don't understand why -- he's admitted guilt to murder yet you can't help but feel this strange insistence that he's innocent. You don't know how, but your body, mind, & soul are screaming at you that this man that you have never met before is good, he's not what others say he is, he's not what he himself says he is; and then you learn that he doesn't even remember what happened, he just assumes he's the guilty party because he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he was. Why else would he forget unless it was an unbearable guilt he couldn't bear the weight of?
And, on top of it all, he has this same strange familiarity with you. How does he feel when he sees you in the shop and his heart stutters? When suddenly his aimless searching for something feels resolved, when he looks at you and everything feels right? He doesn't know you and yet his body remembers.
The mutual amnesia of people who used to be extremely close. He sees you for what he thinks is the first time ever, but his body is telling him no, we know them, we miss their touch. And you, the apprentice, slowly realizing you're feeling the same things? You immediately trust him because, before you forgot, he was your partner. Your mentor. Somebody you were so incredibly, incredibly close to, but you died and he blamed himself and everything crumpled and he made himself forget so it could never happen again and then --
There you are. And neither of you remember, but at the same time, some part of you does. The muscle memory never left. He touches you so casually, pats your arms and grabs your hand and leads you around the alleys as if it's second nature because it is. He dreams of your face and his torment and of losing you, and doesn't realize that it was real, and that his body itches to hold you because that part of him can't bear to lose you again.
I am obsessed with it. How many little tells are there, really, that the two of you share and hint at it being an old habit from times forgotten? How many little touches used to be daily routines? How many flutters of visions aren't just passing thoughts and wishes, but memories?
You think of how hard it would be to kiss Julian with a plague mask on, and his response is "Imagine trying with two of them," because he wanted to kiss you when you were his apprentice, when you were both desperate and tired and aching and tortured by the plague with only each other's company as a comfort. Maybe that's why you had the thought of kissing him in the first place, too -- but neither of you know why the subject was brought up, neither remember, yet some parts of you do.
Ugh. I love it. And when Julian finally does regain his memories? And he realizes you're real and you're here and you've been here, and he has been able to touch you and hold you this whole time, but now he can truly appreciate it, but he's also horrified with the weight of losing you all over again. Oh my God. It's so good. The potential underlying thoughts and emotions are so good.
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Waiting
⇴ pairing: kim hongjoong x f!reader
⇴ genre: smut
⇴ words: 1.2k
⇴ warnings: thigh grinding, unprotected, bratty reader
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Hongjoong was so sick of your fooling around. He had to work. He was so busy preparing for the comeback. And you knew that. But honestly? It’s been about a month since you two had sex. You were quite desperate. Too many nights you’d spend with your old, trusty vibrating wand. But it couldn’t satisfy you forever. You had to do something about the constant need to fuck him.
So here you were yet again, sitting on the couch in his studio, watching him play around with the same track he’s been retouching for a week straight. You’ve already pushed once, and he brushed you off before continuing his work. It immediately put a frown on your face, but it made you want him even more. He’s so fucking rough with you when he’s 1. stressed, and 2. irritated. Nothing like a good fuck to lighten the mood.
After a good ten minutes passes, it’s finally time to push forward with your plan. You get off the couch and slowly slink towards him, like a predator with its prey. Honestly, he might as well be your prey. You softly wrap one arm around his neck, the other pulling one of his earbuds out of his ear. Immediately his attention is one you, though you can feel the irritation seeping from his entire being.
“Joongie,” you whine. It always works. Except, this time whining doesn’t get you anywhere. “Baby, please, just give me a few more minutes”, he says for the millionth time today. Which you happen to tell him that, only for him to repeat it, in a much more promising voice. You already know it’s BS. “Joong,” you say, walking to the side of him, “Can I at least just sit on your lap?”
You give your biggest puppy eyes, and you thank the gods it works. After a long sigh, he pushes his chair back and taps his thigh, signaling to sit. A quick giggle escapes you as you practically tackle him. He lets out a quiet “oof”, before making sure you’re situated. Your legs on either side of his thigh, you quickly realize that your core is sitting in the perfect position to get off on him. Looks like your plan would work out just fine.
You let him get back into work for a little while, trying not to make him suspicious of your motives. But after a while, you have to shuffle to get comfortable, and his jeans practically scrape against your clit. Thankfully, you chose a skirt for easy access. But once you’ve got a taste, you became insatiable. After checking to see if he’s paying attention, which of course he’s not, you start moving your hips.
The movement feels so good, especially wrapped up in his arms. It’s light, but good enough for the moment. You sigh, and push your head into his neck, taking the chance to enjoy yourself. But once you start doing it more and more, you look up and realize that he’s watching you. He apparently took his earbuds out already. His attention was solely on you. But you weren’t sure how this would pan out.
“You actually thought I didn’t know what you were doing? Acting like a fucking brat, practically throwing yourself at me just for a good fuck. You’re such a slut.” His words, his tone, his dark eyes, everything makes you want him even more. You’re about to “explain” yourself, but he interrupts you, pushing you off him. For a second you think he’s actually mad, that you took it too far during a time when he was already stressed.
Just for a split second. Because after that second passes, he stands up, and turns you around to his desk. Thankfully there’s a clean spot on the desk, though you know he wouldn’t slam you down on his equipment regardless. For the sake of you, but also his bank account. But he does slam you down on the desk, pulling your hair into his hand before yanking your head back. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him next to your ear.
“You just couldn’t behave yourself, could you? You know what happens to brats, don’t you?” You did. You did know what happens to brats. And you want exactly that. But he already knows it. He lifts up your skirt, before his hand comes down to smack your ass. You jump slightly, surprised at the sensation. But then you wiggle your butt for more. “Of course you want more.” And of course he doesn’t give it to you.
Usually he stretches you out a little, but just by the large wet patch on your panties, he can tell you’re wet enough. The slight stretch always makes it better anyways. You hear the unbuckle of his belt, the clothes hit the floor. His cock lines up with your hole, him not even taking your underwear off. Then he just slams in. Your mouth gapes open at the sudden intrusion. You never get tired of the feeling.
His pace is brutal, hips smacking yours, making yours press into the wooden desk. You don’t mind though, too preoccupied with the fact that he’s touching your g-spot with every thrust. Somehow he just knows your body, like it came natural to him. “You just couldn’t wait, could you? Too much of a cock slut, the only thing on your mind is how much you wanna be fucked. So pathetic,” he chuckled, the same one he does in his songs.
Moans just spilling out of your mouth only spurred him to keep talking. There’s nothing that gets you more turned on that his voice and his dirtiest words. He always knew what to say to get you there. And you were already close. “Look at you, clenching on my dick. Even your cunt can’t get enough of me.” With every word you clench even harder. “Bet you could get off with just my voice.” And he’s correct.
His hand travels from your back, to your hip, down to your stomach, and further to your clit. Goosebumps follow his every movement. And then he does what he always does. He pushes you to the very edge. His middle finger lands on your bud, rubbing side to side, immediately sending you hurtling towards your orgasm. A long string of “Hongjoong” and “fuck” begin, before you finally collapse. Your legs shake and eyes flutter with pleasure.
Within seconds, he releases inside you, flooding your walls, milking every drop out of him. He shortly collapses on top of you, before flopping down in his chair. He drags you back into his lap, letting you curl up onto his chest. This is the best part of having intimacy with Hongjoong. He takes aftercare incredibly seriously. You just lie there for a while, letting the harsh breathing subside.
When everything goes silent, you finally come back to reality. His desk is a little messy, and you’re about to apologize when you spot a red light on his microphone. Then you realize… he was recording your moans. Your eyes move up to his face, to see his joker-like grin.
“Remember when you said it would be funny to include your moans in one of my songs?”
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Lavender No Outbreak AU - Ch. 2
You and Joel have a conversation. A continuation of Lavender No Outbreak AU Ch. 1 found on Tumblr here.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: SMUT! I'm not gonna get into detail, it's smutty guys. Just lean into it. Discussion of pregnancy. Minors DNI, 18+ only.
Length: 6.6k
Joel’s grip was so loose on you that you took your arm back and left him there, staring where you’d been standing. You went to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from a catering tray, and ducked into a bathroom. You rinsed your mouth out before sitting on the toilet lid and chugging the rest of the water, trying to make yourself take full, deep breaths and not dissolve into a state of panic. The band was still playing outside, an occasional loud laugh made its way through the walls to your little panic room. It was strange, that life was just going on for everyone else and everything had ground to a halt for you.
You finished the water and rinsed your mouth out with the Listerine from your purse before you took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.
Joel was standing there, leaning against the wall next to the door, making you jump.
“Sorry,” he said. His eyes kept drifting to your stomach. “Wasn’t trying to scare you…”
“Let me find Cass,” you said, crossing one arm protectively in front of yourself, holding on to your elbow. “Then we can go and… Talk.”
“Yeah.”
Cassie knew what happened the second she saw you, her eyebrows drawing together. She pulled you into a quick hug.
“Text me,” she said, giving you a squeeze. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” you squeezed her back.
Joel opened your door for you but the drive was quiet. You chewed your lower lip and fidgeted with the hem of your sweater.
“We could go to that coffee shop you like,” he said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
“Sure,” you said, glancing at him. His jaw was tight, his hand on the wheel tense. Your stomach twisted.
You were both silent again, your arms crossed over your stomach, covering the gnawing hollowness at the center of you. You could practically see Joel’s wheels turning and it was exactly what you didn’t want. There wasn’t a problem here for him to solve, you didn’t WANT his help, you didn’t WANT him thinking shit through. You bit your lip.
He tried to order for you at the coffee shop but you cut him off when he started to say “iced lavender latte.”
“Just a decaf coffee,” you said quickly. He frowned and you shrugged. “Caffeine.”
“Right…”
You sat down at the same table you’d been at when you’d first met him. You wondered if he remembered that, too. Probably not.
“So you’re…” he began.
“Yeah.”
“And…” he paused, looking at his coffee cup on the table. He turned the paper cup in his big hand, back and forth. “And you’re sure it’s mine? It’s… it’s been a few months…”
That stung. ‘It’s been a few months.’ Did that mean he’d moved on? At least to fucking someone else? As though it was perfectly reasonable to expect that after three years together…
“It’s yours,” you replied.
He took a deep breath.
“OK,” he said, nodding slowly. “OK, we can figure…”
“There doesn’t need to be a we,” you replied, watching him from across the table. “I’m not here because I want or need your help, Joel, I’m here because telling you is the right thing to do. But I don’t need anything from you.”
He frowned.
“You don’t…”
“I don’t want your help,” you replied. “I can leave you off the birth certificate, if you want. Or we can figure something out where they visit you or you visit them when they’re big enough. Whatever you’re comfortable with. But I have a plan and I don’t need your help.”
“What’s your plan?” He asked, still frowning.
“I’m finishing the extra classes I’m taking this semester,” you said. “So that will be off my plate. I’m due in late March or early April - haven’t had the ultrasound yet but that’s the current estimate. I’ve got good health insurance and maternity leave at school. My expenses have been pretty low the last few years because I’ve been living with Nan so I’ve got what I didn’t spend on school in savings. I haven’t… Nan doesn’t know yet, so I might need to work out a new place to live but that’s doable and Louisa said I can stay with her for a bit if there’s a snag…”
“What do you mean if there’s a snag?” He asked.
“Well Nan’s Nan,” you shrugged. “Don’t see her being thrilled about any of this. If she throws me out I wanted to have options…”
“You really think she’d do that?” He looked upset. Mad, almost. “After you moved back there to take care of her…”
“She’s going to say I’m making the same mistakes as my mother,” you said. “And she’s going to be pissed about it, I don’t blame her. Once she figures out she’s not going to be saddled with another kid she didn’t want I think she’ll warm up a bit but I’m not sure how it’s going to go before that. So I have a plan.
“Anyway, when school starts up again in the fall, Louisa’s got an in at a day care close to campus,” you said. “I’ll be able to go by on lunch…”
“How are you going to handle medical school with a baby?” He asked. “Especially on your own?”
“I’m not,” you laughed, looking at him like he was crazy. “Joel, medical school is off the table for now. I’m finishing the premed degree because I’m almost done with it and this semester is already paid for but medical school isn’t going to happen for years, if it happens at all.”
“No,” he shook his head. “No, the whole… You can’t just not go…”
“Yes I can,” you shrugged. His jaw was clenched. “Look, it’s not like it’s some big tragedy. So I don’t go to medical school, there’s one fewer doctor in the world, so what? I like teaching, I think I’m good at it. It’s fine if I’m a teacher for the rest of my life…”
“But it’s not what you want,” he was watching you.
You shrugged.
“Not about me anymore,” you said. “I’m not going to do what my parents did. This is my child, I love them. I’m going to put them first.”
He ran his hands through his hair and looked up at the ceiling for a moment.
“How did this happen?” He asked, looking back at you, sounding mad again.
“I mean, you were there for the important part of that,” you laughed a little. “Think you’d know…”
“No,” he shook his head. “No, you were on the pill…”
“Yeah,” you shrugged. “But it’s not 100% effective, especially when you don’t always use it right and I’ll be the first to admit I’m not as responsible as I should be when I’m away from home. I took it late a few days, missed it twice…”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he was staring at the coffee cup in his hand on the table. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this…”
He sounded so full of regret it made your chest hurt. You knew full well that you weren’t together anymore, that he’d never intended to have a family with you but he’d loved you once. Was having a child with you really that abhorrent of an idea?
You closed your eyes for a second and took a deep breath to keep from crying.
“I know that,” you said, voice thick. “But this is happening. It’s not going to be like it was with Sarah’s mom. You don’t need to change anything about your life. You can never see me again if you don’t want…”
“I’m supposed to just pretend like my kid isn’t across the country?” He asked.
“If you want to,” you replied. “Or you can visit, like I said. I can send them to you, I wouldn’t keep them from you if you wanted to be involved. I’m just… I don’t want your money, I don’t want your time. You have no obligation to me. I made this call without you so I’m going to handle it without you…”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said again. “It wasn’t supposed to work like this…”
“Yeah,” you said, inches away from crying. “So you’ve said. Figure out what it is you want to do and just… I don’t know, call if you want to meet them.”
You got up from the table before you lost control and left the coffee shop, walking back to your hotel alone.
Monday, October 20, 2003
“So when are you telling your grandmother?” Louisa was sitting on a lab table in your classroom as you packed up the last of your things for the day.
“Maybe next week?” You shrugged. “I think I’ve had enough heartbreak for a few days…”
“You really think it’s going to go that badly?” She asked.
“Well,” you put your bag on your shoulder and took one last look around your classroom to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything. “I didn’t think telling Joel would be that bad and we both know how that one went…”
Louisa had picked you up from the airport Sunday afternoon. The second you were in her car, you started crying, sobbing into her shoulder about everything that happened with Joel.
“Oh Sweetie,” she put her arms around you in the airport loading zone. “It’ll be OK. I promise, it’ll be OK.”
“And you really think your grandmother is going to go worse than that?” Louisa asked. “Because I’ll be honest, that sounded brutal.”
“I was a dumbass,” you sighed as you went to the hall and closed your classroom behind you. “I should have known better. I went in expecting to talk to Joel, my boyfriend for some stupid reason, not my ex who had a perfectly reasonable reaction to finding out he was going to be tied to me in some way for the rest of his life.”
“He should be so lucky,” Louisa muttered. You glared at her. “What? You’re a catch.”
“I’m basically a step above a teen mom at this point,” you rolled your eyes. “Think we need to downgrade my stock a bit.”
You heard a student call your name on the way out of the building.
“Can I please do extra credit?” A junior, Amanda, ran up to you, her lab paper in her hands. “I know it’s just a B but it’s still a B and my mom is going to freak out if I don’t bring home at least an A minus…”
“She’s going to get mad over a B?” You raised your eyebrows. She scrunched her nose and nodded. You sighed. “Well we don’t want that, do we?” You thought for a second. “Alright, here’s the deal. There are notes on that paper, fix the things that need improvement and resubmit it by the end of the week AND hang back after school on Wednesday to help me clean the lab equipment. The freshmen are doing frog dissection that day. Do both well and we’ll see how close that gets you to an A. Sound good?”
“You’re a lifesaver,” she hugged you and you laughed for a second before patting her back a few times. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
She broke away from you and took off toward the student parking lot. You watched her go for a moment, waiting until she was out of earshot before turning to Louisa.
“And that is the kind of mom I will not be,” you said. Louisa snorted.
“It’s a low bar but I think you can clear that,” she clapped you on the shoulder and you laughed as you walked to the employee parking lot, opening the door with your hip.
“I will take that…” your voice died in your throat as you froze, barely through the doors.
“Oh shit,” Louisa said, stopping beside you. “Is that…”
“Yeah,” you breathed.
Joel was standing there, leaning against his truck, hands in his pockets.
“Hey, Baby.”
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Driving across the country alone was fucking exhausting. He felt like he could fall asleep standing up. Seeing you made it worth it, though.
He’d stayed at the coffee shop staring at where you’d been sitting for longer than he cared to admit. He hadn’t realized you’d left at first. Thought maybe you’d gone to the bathroom or stepped outside for air or… fucking something besides just leaving. He’d have stopped you if he knew you were leaving.
By the time he realized you were gone it felt far too late to follow you.
You clearly wanted space. Fuck, it seemed like you wanted nothing to do with him at all. Everything you talked about, everything you laid out was just a way to make sure he wasn’t anywhere near you. Almost like you were desperate to never see him again.
He thought about going by your hotel room - he was pretty sure he could remember which one you’d come out of when he’d picked you up - or just calling you. Repeatedly. But if you really wanted nothing to do with him, he should just leave you the fuck alone.
So, he went home. And drank. More than he was proud of.
How could he have done this again, to you of all people? Not that he was fucking anybody else - not that he even had the drive to fuck anybody else - but fuck, how had he not learned his goddamn lesson after Sarah’s mom?
He and Lauren had just been having fun but the condom broke and she decided against an abortion. But she seemed to resent Joel for every second of motherhood she endured before she left. She snapped one afternoon. Sarah was five months old and had just started teething. She was crying constantly, clearly miserable and in pain, and Lauren was miserable too.
“It’s going to be alright,” Joel tried to tell her as he held their screaming daughter. She rounded on him.
“No, it’s not!” She snapped. “It’s not going to be OK! This is my fucking life now! Diapers and spit-up and fucking Sesame Street! There was shit I wanted to DO and it wasn’t this.”
She was gone a week later.
Joel didn’t want that for you. He’d refused to be the thing that ruined your life, refused to be the thing you resented.
And yet, there he was. Drinking on his couch because he’d fucked your life up.
He was still on the couch when Sarah came home the next morning.
“Hey there sleepy,” she shook him awake, her head cocked to the side. “Looks like you had a fun night.”
“Sure,” he sat up, blinking the sleep and the burgeoning hangover out of his eyes. “How was the tournament, Baby Girl?”
“Eh, kinda crappy,” she shrugged, dropping her duffel bag on the coffee table. “We took fifth.”
“That’s not bad,” Joel said.
“Of ten.”
“Well, did you have fun?” He asked. “That’s the important part.”
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Lizzie’s mom let us rent a movie on the hotel room TV last night so I got to see the new Charlie’s Angels finally!”
“That’s good,” he nodded. At least he had Sarah. He’d always have Sarah.
“So,” she drew the word out and flopped down next to him on the couch. “Is she here?”
“No, Baby Girl,” he put his face in his hands for a second, trying to wipe away the sleep. The frustration at himself. “She’s flying home today. She really wanted to see you, though.”
She sighed.
“What?” He asked, looking at her.
“Nothing,” she picked at the couch cushion.
“Sarah.”
“I just…” She sighed again, looking at him. “I kinda hoped you guys would have figured stuff out this time.”
He sighed.
“We’ve been over this, Baby Girl…”
“I know,” she cut him off. “But you’ve been pretty miserable the past few months…”
“You could tell?” He frowned. She just looked at him, her brows raised.
“And I bet she was, too,” she said. “I kind of thought…” She shrugged. “That if you both saw it you’d figure it out.”
“You miss her,” Joel said. She nodded. “Yeah, me too. Think I might have screwed up a little too bad this time though, kiddo.”
“Did you ask her?” She frowned. “If you screwed up too bad, I mean.”
“Don’t think I can really just…”
“Dad!” She groaned. “Come on. I’m getting kind of tired of you moping around here all the time and you’re not going to get anywhere if you don’t actually talk to her.”
He sighed.
“It’s a bit more complicated…” he paused. Sarah’s cell phone was pressed to her ear. “What are you doing?”
“Calling her since you’re a chicken.”
“Sarah!” He moved to snatch the phone from her but she leaned out of his reach. He glowered at her. She hung up the phone.
“You lucked out,” she said smugly. “It went straight to voicemail.”
“Probably on the plane,” he sighed. “Besides, not a phone conversation, anyway.”
“OK,” she shrugged. “So go talk to her then.”
“Go talk to her.”
“Yup.”
“Just go show up and talk to her.”
“That’s what I said,” she replied. “Dad, you’re an idiot if you think you’re just going to magically get over her and everything is going to be OK. If you need to go talk to her then go talk to her! Maybe her plane hasn’t left yet…”
Joel thought for a second. Sarah might just be right. He needed to talk to you - actually talk to you, where he could see you and have a serious conversation. You’d waited to talk to him in person and he’d fucking blown it. He could at least come to you.
“She might still be at the airport,” he said, reaching in his pocket for his phone. He called Tommy.
“Hey man,” he said quickly. “Need a favor…”
Less than an hour later, Joel, Tommy and Sarah were hurtling into a short term parking spot at the airport, Joel barely waiting for the car to come to a stop when he jumped out. He ran to the check in counter that he’d always walked you to before and looked at the departures board. He didn’t see Syracuse. He ran up to a counter.
“Hey!” A man protested.
“Sorry, emergency,” Tommy waved the man off, catching up with Joel and clapping him on the shoulder.
“Checking in?” The man behind the counter asked.
“No,” Joel said quickly. “Flight to Syracuse, has that left yet?”
“About an hour ago,” the man replied.
“Shit,” Tommy swore.
“When’s the next one?” Sarah asked. Joel looked at her. “What? It can’t hurt to ask…”
“Tuesday morning,” the man replied.
“Shit,” Joel swore. “How about… Buffalo?”
“That’s in three hours,” the man said. “Only three seats left… cheapest one is $2176.”
“Holy shit,” Tommy’s eyes went wide. “People really pay that to go to fuckin’ Buffalo?”
“New York City?” Joel asked. “Or Boston?”
“Look,” the man said. “At this point? You’re looking at two grand a ticket or waiting a few days to leave. Maybe both.”
“I could drive there faster than waiting until Tuesday morning,” Joel sighed.
“So drive it,” Tommy shrugged. Joel just looked at him. “Can’t be more than, what, 20 or 30 hours? You can drive that.”
“I can’t…” he began but Sarah cut him off.
“It’s not like she’s across the planet, Dad,” she shrugged. “Just across the country. C’mon. Are you going to try to be happy or not?”
He looked to his brother.
“You OK to watch Sarah for… fuck, like a week?” He asked.
“Some of us are actually flying and need to check in!” The man Joel cut in line snapped.
He ignored him.
“Sarah can move in if she wants,” Tommy smirked. “Go grovel and admit you fucked up. And see if she’ll record it, I want proof…”
Joel barely stopped back at his house, grabbing a change of clothes and his phone charger before jumping in his truck as Sarah was still packing his bag.
“Not going to fuck it up this time, right?” Tommy asked as he walked out the door.
“Sure fucking hope not,” he muttered.
He drove almost straight through, stopping just for gas and to use the bathroom. When he hit the rumble strips twice in five minutes just outside Cleveland, he pulled off at a rest stop and slept for three hours before getting back on the road again. He made it to your school an hour before students were released.
“Joel?” You gaped at him, looking around like you were waiting on someone to let you in on the joke. You lowered your voice. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“You left before we could finish talking,” he shrugged. “Figured I’d come to you this time.”
The woman you were with came up along side you. She looked vaguely familiar, like you’d shown him her picture once or twice.
“Louisa I’m guessing?” He asked, extending his hand. “I’m Joel…”
“Put that one together,” she didn’t take his hand. “You know, you wrecked my friend…”
“Thank you for that, Louisa,” you cut her off. She fell silent. “I’ve got this.”
She gave Joel a look before she went off to her own car. You looked back to him.
“I don’t know that we have much more to discuss,” you said. “You didn’t need to come all this way, you can just text or call or email to let me know what you want to do….”
“Need to talk about more than that,” he cut you off. “Let’s go somewhere.”
“Right now?” You raised your eyebrows.
“Didn’t drive clear across the country to wait around,” he shrugged.
“Fair enough,” you said, looking him over. “There’s a diner not far from here, pretty quiet this time of day. Follow me there?”
He’d follow you anywhere.
“Sure,” he said.
Louisa was still standing outside her car when you passed her to go to your own and she stopped you, looking back at Joel with her eyes narrowed. You just shrugged at her and went to your car. Fuck, he’d really fucked up.
He followed behind you a few miles down the road to a 50s style diner, one he’d passed when visiting you before but had never been inside. It was seat yourself and you led him to a table in a corner and he sat down but you just draped your jacket over the booth.
“Just… two minutes,” you went to the bathroom and he watched you go.
He felt like he should be thankful for a minute to get his shit together again before this conversation started but he wasn’t. He was just anxious to be close to you again. Fuck, how had it only been two days since he was dancing with you at Cass’ party? Hoping to figure something out that wouldn’t fuck your life up but would get you back?
You came back to the table wiping your mouth and Joel took a second to just look at you. Fuck you were pretty. So goddamn pretty. It hit him harder every now and then, kind of out of the blue. He’d just be looking at you, enjoying you, and be reminded that - for some fucking reason - someone like you wanted him. Someone that fucking pretty, that fucking smart, that fucking kind wanted him. Didn’t make a damn bit of sense.
It hit him like that now, your skirt gauzy and floating to your knees, the gentle curve of your throat, your lips tugging into a small smile when a little kid went running past you on their way to the bathroom, their mom in tow.
Fuck, how had he managed to wreck shit with you?
“Sorry,” you smiled apologetically as you took your seat across from him. You looked at him for a moment, frowning a little. “Did you drive straight through? You look… well, you look like shit.”
“Just about,” he laughed a little. “Stopped for a bit outside Cleveland when I was pushin’ it too hard. Think I’m still hung over from when I woke up yesterday, actually…”
“You really shouldn’t have done that,” your frown deepened, eyebrows drawing together. “Look…”
“What can I get you?” The waitress looked like she was 19 and Joel had never been more annoyed by a teenager.
“Decaf coffee please,” you handed her the menu. “And a water?”
“Just coffee,” Joel said, watching you. The girl left. “Not eating?”
“Oh,” you laughed once. “Right… No, not here. Or anywhere, really, can’t hold down much of anything right now. Only thing I don’t immediately vomit back up are Clif bars. I think the guy at the camping store in town thinks I’m insane, I buy them by the dozen…”
“Are you OK?” He frowned. He’d thought you’d looked a bit thinner and now he was sure of it, the hollow of your throat more prominent than he was used to seeing.
“Fine,” you shrugged. “It sucks but it is what it is. Now that I’m getting into the second trimester it should get easier. If it doesn’t my doctor wants to talk about other things but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
Joel’s stomach twisted. He should have fucking been here, taking care of you.
The waitress brought the coffees and the water.
“Anything else?” She asked.
Joel had been starving a few minutes ago but not so much anymore. He handed her the menu.
“Just this,” he said. “Thanks.”
She rolled her eyes a bit but left.
“So,” you put your arms on the table and cocked your head at him. “What did you drive almost 2,000 miles to talk about?”
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “For all of it.”
“For all of what?” You frowned. “For knocking me up? Because I was a pretty active participant in that…”
“Sorry for just lettin’ you go on Saturday for starters,” he said. “Didn’t realize you’d gone for a bit and by then…”
“It’s fine,” you leaned back in the booth, pulling your arms in close to yourself protectively. “I didn’t exactly expect you to come chase me down, I left for a reason.”
“Why did you leave?” He asked. You raised your eyebrows. “It didn’t feel like we were done talkin’ and you just left…”
“I just…” you closed your eyes for a moment. “Look, part of it is the hormones I think but I really just didn’t have it in me to sit there and listen to how much you regret this. I know it’s not ideal and that having a kid with me wasn’t what you wanted or planned but I tried to make it as easy as I can for you so you’re not stuck with me forever…”
“That’s what you think my problem is?” He shook his head.
“Joel, you left,” you laughed darkly. “That’s OK, I don’t hold it against you. We’re adults, most relationships don’t work out and I understand that…”
“No, my problem is that I left so I didn’t keep fuckin’ your life up and before I did I managed to fuck it up more,” he said.
You frowned, confused.
“What do you mean you left so you wouldn’t fuck my life up?” You asked. “What are you talking about?”
He took a deep, shaky breath. This was on the list of shit he’d never thought he’d tell you but circumstances had changed.
“I couldn’t just sit there and watch you give shit up for me anymore,” he shook his head. “You were talkin’ about moving back to Austin because of me and…”
“Because I wanted to be with you!” You gaped at him.
“And I’m not worth you givin’ up the chance at doin’ something extraordinary!” He was all but begging you to understand. “Baby, you are so goddamn smart and so goddamn dedicated, you shouldn’t live your life around where I am! I was doing nothin’ but holdin’ you back and I couldn’t let you settle…”
“Settle?” You cut him off. “Why is doing what I want settling?”
“Because I am not good enough for you,” he was getting more worked up than he should, he wasn’t mad at you and it was hard to remember that. “I’m not, I never went to fuckin’ college, I got stuck in the first job I could do, I am goin’ nowhere fast and that’s fine for me, alright? I got Sarah and she’s going to do something great, I can feel it, and that’s enough for me. But it’s not for you.”
“So, what, I just don’t get a say in this?” You shook your head. “Joel, I don’t give a shit that you didn’t go to college or what you do for a living as long as you like doing it! You made me happy, I don’t care about the rest of it. You’re kind and you’re smart and you’re funny and you’re so selfless it’s almost stupid and I fucking love you! You think that’s not worth moving some shit around for? Jesus, Joel…”
“You can’t just give up on what you want to do,” he shook his head. “You can’t…”
“Well that’s just how it’s worked out,” you shrugged and then sighed. “Look, maybe… Maybe I’ll get there eventually. Once they’re in school full time, maybe…”
“Move in with me,” he said quickly.
“Joel,” you laughed and shook your head.
“I’m serious,” he said. “Look, it’ll… it’ll do exactly what I didn’t want it to do, it’ll limit where you can go to school but you’ll still go to school…”
“I’m not going to move in with you, Joel,” you leaned into the table again. “Be serious.”
“I am being serious,” he replied. “Move in with me. Go to school in Texas. Do what you want to do.”
“I am not going to saddle you with me and a kid you don’t want…”
“Why do you think I don’t want you?” He asked. “Wouldn’t want our kid?”
“Because you left!” You looked at him like he was insane.
“That had nothing to do with not wantin’ you, Baby,” he said. “Nothing. I told you that. If I could have moved my life to wherever you were going to school then I never would have left, I just can’t do that. Not with work, not with Sarah…”
“What would I do there?” You asked. “Do you think any district is going to hire me part way through the school year once it’s obvious I’m pregnant? I won’t have a job, I won’t have insurance…”
“Be a substitute teacher until you need to stay home,” he said. “I’ll take care of you, we can get married, you can be on my insurance…”
“I’m not marrying you for the insurance, Joel,” you shook your head. “Do you even hear yourself?”
“Yes.”
You sighed.
“I can’t…” you closed your eyes for a moment. “I can’t… I can’t think straight right now. You’re not thinking straight right now, you haven’t slept in, what, two days?”
“Something like that,” he said. “But my thinkin’ is fine.”
“I need to think,” you shook your head. “I just… I need some space, OK? I have to figure this out.”
He nodded slowly. That made sense. He didn’t want you to need space, he wanted to figure this out right that second, wanted to hold you and touch you and have you know that it was going to be OK because he was going to make it OK. But he was asking a lot of you. Space made sense.
“I’ll try and get a room at the usual place,” he said, remembering the hotel he usually stayed at when he came to visit. Your grandmother disliked him enough, he didn’t really like trying to fuck you under her roof. Jesus, she was really going to hate him now. “But I’m not leavin’ until we get something figured out. Not goin’ anywhere.”
He got a room and immediately passed out, making sure his phone would ring if you called before going face down into the pillows, not even bothering to get under the covers or take off his shoes.
“Joel!”
The sound of your voice jerked him out of the near coma he’d fallen into. He had no idea what time it was or where your voice was coming from.
“Joel!” You called again. “Which room is yours?”
He blinked the sleep from his eyes and scrambled for the door, yanking it open and jumping into the walkway outside. Hours must have passed, it was dark outside. You were standing in the parking lot below. It had started raining and you looked soaked.
“Up here!” He called, going to meet you.
“No, stay put,” you called, going for the stairs. He met you there, anyway. You were breathless, hair and sweatshirt - the one he’d bought you when you’d graduated college - dripping wet. “Sorry, I probably should have called…”
“Don’t need to call,” he put his arm around you and led you to his room. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to get you to sit beside him but you ignored him, pacing instead. “What’s going on?”
“Do you still have feelings for me?” You asked, fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweatshirt.
“Thought that’d be pretty obvious given the cross country road trip,” he laughed once. “But yeah, Baby. I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anything else aside from Sarah. And that’s close.”
You nodded, still pacing.
“And you wouldn’t…” You looked up at the ceiling, like you were searching for the words. “I don’t know, resent me? If I lived with you? If you ended up with a kid you don’t want?”
“Oh, Baby,” he said softly. You were so uncertain it made his heart ache. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever met that I want to have kids with.”
You stopped pacing and crossed your arms over your stomach.
“Really?” You asked quietly.
He got up and stood in front of you, your eyes glassy as you looked up at him.
“Really,” he nodded. “The fact that you’re having my baby… that’s the opposite of a problem for me. I just can’t be the thing that fucked your life up, I love you too much for that…”
You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him then, pressing your lips against him with a ferocity he wasn’t expecting. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tightly against him, the cold rain dripping from your sweatshirt soaking into his skin. He didn’t care. He wanted you closer, needed to be as close to you as he could get.
He pulled you back toward the bed and tugged your leg up on his hip as he sat down. You sank onto his lap, arms draped over his shoulders as his tongue pressed into your mouth, feeling you, tasting you.
Joel tugged at your sweatshirt and you leaned back enough to pull it up and over your head and you did the same with his t-shirt. He looked down at you as he unclasped your bra. Your jeans were held closed with a hair tie. He frowned.
“Oh,” you laughed a little. “Yeah, I… I kind of forgot about that. Like none of my pants fit as of a few days ago…”
He slipped your bra from you, your flesh pebbled from the cold, and ran his hand down your body, his palm flat against you, until he reached the swell between your hips. He carefully opened your pants, casting the hair tie aside, and cupped the small bump at the base of your stomach.
“So that’s our baby, huh?” He said softly, reverently. You pressed a kiss into the top of his head.
“Yeah,” your voice was a little thick. “We made that.”
He looked at you there for another moment, trying to wrap his mind around it. His baby, inside you. Something the two of you did together, even if you hadn’t meant to.
He kissed you again, holding you close to him, your skin on his own. He wrapped his arms around you so he could pick you up and he lay you on the bed, pulling your wet jeans and underwear down your body, casting them aside on the floor, before pulling his own off, too.
Joel opened your thighs, looking down at your slick sex, running a thumb over you, making you shudder. He lay between your legs, kissing down from your belly button, pressing his lips against the place where his child was inside you, continuing down until his mouth was on your clit, making you gasp.
He gently sucked the swollen nub, teasing it lightly with his tongue. You moaned, your fingers twisting in the sheets. He looked up your body, your head thrown back in pleasure, and smiled against you before moving lower, slipping his tongue inside your entrance. You ground your hips against him then, his nose working against your clit.
“Sorry,” you stilled, your hips tensing. “I just…”
“Don’t you dare apologize for taking what you want,” he said, pulled back just far enough from you that he could talk. “Want you to cum for me, want to give you whatever you need to cum for me.”
He pressed his tongue into you again, his nose working your clit as he opened you. He added a finger below his tongue, spreading you open as your body got tighter and tighter around him, You started rocking your hips against his face again and he moaned at it, at how needy he made you. He slipped his free hand below you to tug you tighter to his mouth, thrusting his tongue deeper and you gasped as you came around him. He worked you through your orgasm before he slipped his finger from you and kissed back up your slit, settling between your thighs. He took the hand that had been inside you and stroked himself with it, spreading the precum over his tip, mixing with your wetness, making him slick. He notched the head of himself against you and trailed his fingers gently through your hair as he looked down at you as you panted for breath. Your eyes were wide, pupils blown.
“Marry me,” he said, his voice needy.
“Joel,” you whimpered.
He kissed you and started sinking into your wet heat, so tight and velvety soft. You rocked your hips against him, pulling him deeper until he was fully within you. He pulled his lips far enough back from you that he could speak, his nose trailing over your cheek.
“Marry me,” he said again.
“You don’t mean that,” you were panting below him. “You’re… you’re just…”
“Should’ve asked you years ago,” he pressed his forehead to yours, his cock buried deep inside you. “Marry me. I love you, want to spend my life with you, want you to be my wife. Marry me, Baby…”
“OK,” you looked in his eyes. “I’ll marry you.”
He kissed you again, starting to move inside you, your walls tight around him, like you were trying to hold him as close to you as you could. You wrapped yourself around him and clung to him, his arms sliding beneath you to cradle you tightly against him, the whole of you against and around him as you came, your pussy throbbing around his cock until he fell apart, too.
He collapsed and rolled onto his side, still holding you close, still deep inside you.
“We’ll figure it out, Baby,” he said softly. “We’re doing this together.”
“You’re sure?” You asked, eyes searching his own.
“I’m sure, Mrs. Miller,” he smiled a little. “I’m damn sure.”
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YQ's Mother Requestor Anon here! I see the calling of angst so I am here to give! Can I request Mother!Reader and Baby Lai getting attacked with Reader almost dying bc they tried to protect our beloved baby but somehow survived, just in a coma? Yanqing managed to save them by unaliving the attackers like a madman [then Jing Yuan gets flashbacks about Jingliu's rampage on him] and only regains his humanity bc of his sister, then they run to a hospital!
Reader still lives (bc its fun to watch them slowly be traumatized) and heals, both physically and somewhat mentally!
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A/N: Hey there! Thank you for this great idea and sorry it took 50000 years for me to get to it. Life genuinely hates me lately and I've been extremely busy even on the weekends rn, so yeah... forgive me.
Content: Angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, murder, mentions of murder, injuries, child endangerment, violence, near death, good ending
Reader has no set pronouns!
((Not fully proofread))
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You just wanted to take a quick walk around the Luofu with your baby, as you haven't been able to move around much after her birth. You smiled gently down at her, your hands keeping her close under your cloak, a soft hum of a tune leaving your lips, when you looked out into the distance. The sun was starting to set, bathing the world in a warm, orange hue. It was peaceful... until it wasn't.
In an instant, you were suddenly attacked by some Mara-struck soldiers, your body scrambling backwards, as you tightly clutched onto your baby. You had accidentally wandered out of the safe zones, completely distracted by the beauty of the area to really notice where you were going. You should've been more careful and yet, it was too late to regret everything now, when a next attack came swinging at the direction of your child.
You quickly turned away, taking the hit fully, your body skidding across the floor violently. But you still made sure that your child wasn't injured, even when she began to cry. Your head hit the ground, disorienting you, as the injury began to bleed. And whilst you were struggling to lift your head, your hands still so desperately holding your baby close to you, familiar swords suddenly appeared in your blurry vision. You could barely hear anything anymore, but when you saw the rough outline of your son, you let out a relieved sigh and just finally passed out, knowing that you and your baby were saved.
The enemies however stood no chance against Yanqing's wrath, as he practically ripped them all apart, even ditching his swords at one point. He was angry, beyond enraged. The thought of someone hurting his mother and little sibling was making him delirious and it took 5 cloud knights and eventually Jing Yuan to drag him off of whatever was left of the attackers. Jing Yuan was irked by how familiar the sight was, a memory of a distant, dark past flashing through his mind, before he quickly forgot it at the soft cries of his infant child.
It also calmed down Yanqing, who slumped in the cloud knights hold and finally just concluded that he had gotten his revenge, before he allowed himself to be taken away. You were brought to a hospital quickly after as well, having taken the brunt of all attacks, which left you quite injured. But the mental scars were arguably worse. It took you a while to be able to go outside again, the paranoia over something like that happening once more being always on the forefront of your mind. Your child also never left your eye sight, as you kept her in arms reach at all times.
Jing Yuan and Yanqing supported you greatly through your recovery journey, making you heal in no time again, for the most part. The scars and fears would always stay... even if they just lingered now in the back of your mind.
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A/N: God... I'm so sorry again for how long this took. I hope it's somewhat okay and that you can forgive me lmao-
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail fanfic#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail x you#hsr x reader#hsr jing yuan#hsr jing yuan x reader#hsr yanqing#hsr yanqing x reader#hsr
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hi. uh. i wrote unhinged fanfic for @whumpsday's story, exploring the idea of... what if kane got captured by the hunters but then immediately broke out and killed everyone. which is my comfort thought
tw vampire whumper, murder (a lot of it), gore, kidnapping, it/its used to dehumanise (the whumper)
This was not how it was supposed to go. Zina was barely a hunter yet, it was their second day, and yet the guild's newly acquired dirty little secret was already making a mess of their entire life.
They had arrived that night to receive additional training on some of the weapons, only to discover that all the hunters were running around like poisoned rats. Screams were coming from the basement, the basement that was supposed to be empty and mostly used for storage. Someone snapped at them to get out of the way, someone else told them to go home, and a third hunter filled them in vaguely on the persuasionless vampire that was now out of its cell and slaughtering everyone in its way.
Zina was absolutely sure they didn't have enough training to deal with this. The hunter was right, they should've turned around and run; but before they could've taken a single step, the vampire was already at the top of the stairs, grabbing yet another one of their colleagues and tearing a bloody hole in his trachea. Blood started gushing out of the wound like a messed up fountain, landing on the vampire's face and torn clothes, soaking them further.
They blinked and the vampire was gone, leaving the fatally injured human to crumple to the floor and bleed out. It was way too fast to follow, especially for the untrained eye of an untrained vampire hunter. Zina's hand hovered above their stake, muscles frozen in terror at the sight of the massacre unfolding in front of them. Everything was covered in blood. There was so much blood. Hunters were falling like flies, and they were next.
They had to move.
They had to run.
They couldn't move.
They were going to die.
They didn't want to die.
"Drop it."
Zina could barely hear the command over the sound of their own frantic heartbeat. They realised they were staring up at the vampire itself, and their hand was now resting on top of their wooden weapon. They stood no fucking chance. If this was a 'persuasionless' vampire, what would a normal one have done? And most of them were normal. They should've stayed with stocking shelves in the grocery store.
What did it say again?
Right. The stake. They didn't want to look away from the vampire, but they had to glance down to be able to slide it out of its holder and drop it. They didn't carry many other weapons, certainly not ones that would've been able to kill a vampire, and yet they just… dropped it.
A split second later, in a blur of motion, the vampire kicked the stake as far as it would go, and Zina hastily tried to back up to get out of its way. Except they seemed to be the very destination, and soon they were trapped between the wall and the monster who had single-handedly made the compound into a mass grave.
"All of it," it hissed. Zina had never been more acutely aware of their own mortality.
They swallowed and quickly felt around their waistband, this time without looking, taking out and throwing every last silver knife onto the ground. They didn't have knives anywhere else, in any of the common places to hide weapons. They didn't need that many. They couldn't even use the few they had.
"That's all," they whimpered, surprised that they were able to talk at all. With how close the vampire was standing, a few droplets of blood landed on their own clothes, making them nauseous. At any moment now, their blood could follow suit, painting the halls red and splattering on their murderer's shirt.
However, the vampire didn't go for the kill. It seemed to be considering its options for a moment, giving Zina a quick once-over. They wondered how they must've looked from a vampire standpoint. They were a hunter, which must not have been the greatest, but they were clearly a newbie as well. They were small, non-threatening, obviously compliant. Scared absolutely shitless.
Were they supposed to fight and get themself killed? They knew most of their colleagues would've done that, but they just couldn't find the courage.
The vampire suddenly grabbed a hold of their wrist, dragging them towards the front door at a pace much quicker than they could've kept up with. They didn't dare complain. "If you make me regret this," it began as it tore the doors open, "I'll finish the fucking job."
Zina stopped breathing for a second when the vampire turned to look at them, unnaturally coloured eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. They didn't realise it was waiting for confirmation, which made its hold on their arm tighten.
"Do you understand me?"
"Yes!" they blurted out immediately. "Y-yes, I'm sorry, please– I, I don't want to die–" Its grasp loosened again as the delayed emotions caught up with them, finally making them dissolve into a puddle of tears and misery. The vampire merely rolled its eyes at the display.
"Right. We'll see about that."
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Fateful Symmetry - chapter 1
Word Count: 1,386
Characters: Olivia (Arisen), Emrys (Pawn)
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Hoo boy, I'm bad at summaries for Long Things, and this is probably going to be A Long Thing. Yanno, following Olivia and Emrys's journey from start to finish more or less. Starting here, in that abysmal excavation site...
CHAPTER 1: awakening
In dreams she saw the dragon circling wide overhead. A smoldering, ruined landscape she could make no sense of surrounded her, but all was cast in silence. It seemed the dragons shadow passed over her time and time again, like a living thing all its own, and as cold as the flames were hot.
Pain washed over her like a tidal wave, dragging her hopelessly to the surface of consciousness where she could do nothing but flounder - blinded to all else by the immensity of it. Then it subsided, and it was all she could do to fade into those dreams yet again.
Two golden-red embers pierced through the veil of darkness, watching her. Something cold and soothing passed over her forehead, and she was acutely aware of a trickle of water trailing down her temple.
Brow furrowing, she blinked back the shadows of a long sleep, the world coming into focus around her - or what little she could make sense of. Not that there was much to make sense of in the first place. They looked to be in some sort of cave, dark and dismally dry, and fashioned into a cell.
“Finally coming around, are you?” The figure that sat over her tilted his head, his own brow creasing.
Yes; she didn’t know much else, but she had to get away from those long, dark dreams. Her body ached, but it was nothing she couldn’t shoulder through, and she did just that as she pushed herself to sit upright. Kindly, the man helped with a hand against her back.
“Where…?” Her voice resisted against her dry throat, cracking against the dusty air. At once she started coughing, and the man was quick to hand her a water skin. It was mostly empty and warm, but still a relief.
“Take it slow,” the man said. Then he glanced behind him towards the bars of their gaol - beyond which she could make no sense of the many bodies moving about. She heard him murmur: “Though… It ought to be about time for the overseer to come around.”
Too many words swam through her mind, and she could fathom almost none of them. Instead they sparked the familiar heat of frustration.
“I’m sorry…” She swallowed and wet her lips, careful not to speak too quickly. “I am… very confused. Where are we?”
“I’d be more surprised if you weren’t.” There was a jovial ring to his voice, like he was on the cusp of laughter - which was only all the more confusing to her. “When they dragged you in here you were a few ticks left overdone in the oven, by the looks of you. Not near so bad as how they said you’d been found, though. ‘Little more than coal’, they said.”
Her face scrunched up, a hollow discomfort echoing through her at his words. Yet when she lifted her arms to look herself over, there was no proof of what he claimed.
These were her hands, a strange yet nonetheless comforting realization. One small sliver of recognition and familiarity. They were slightly calloused from years of training with the sword… She knew that, and yet she did not know how she knew. Everything beyond that was a smoky fog.
“That’s right, you’re right as rain now. Healed up good and fast you did, real miracle work if you ask me.” He laughed, watching her expectantly. “Think you’ve got another miracle in ya? One that might get us out of this sorry spot?”
Another wrinkle creased her forehead as she looked at him. ‘Ruggedly handsome’ by all accounts, albeit smeared in dirt and sweat. There was a strangeness to his eyes she couldn’t hope to comprehend, but the smile on his face was friendly and charming, and so far as she could tell he meant no harm in what he said, even if everything he said had a pointed lack of gravitas to it. Perhaps that was exactly what made him so… So?
Having gone quiet she was squinting at him now, trying to decipher him. He waved a hand in front of her face.
“You uh, still with me?”
Blinking, she gave herself a shake. “Who… are you?”
“Bah, where are my manners? Emrys Venor, humbly at your service, my lady.” He placed his hand over his chest and dipped his head with a playful lack of reverence.
Ah, she had it now. Despite all of her confusion and their dark and -frankly- frightening surroundings, his flippancy dismissed the gloom like a lantern in the night. His friendliness was a comfort, and she smiled now to realize it.
“Olivia.” She answered in kind, and then felt herself thrust once more into that dark fog of unknowing. This time searing needles accompanied it, prickling at the backs of her eyes and somewhere deeper in her mind. Gritting her teeth she groaned, grasping at her head with both hands. Flames and fog scorched the backs of her eyelids, her ears rang, and her stomach knotted itself.
“Whoa, easy there… Don’t push yourself…” Emrys’s voice soothed its way through the ringing, something softer to focus on.
Something was terribly wrong. Who was she? A name told her little, the callouses on her hands perhaps a little more, but she didn’t even know what questions to ask herself. A cold fear began to spread through her - and then she quickly shunted it aside. No, no. Fear and worrying would get her nowhere.
Start with the basics: Where was she from? Nothing. Did she have a home, family? Nothing. She was sure that she came from somewhere, that she must have had some point of origin, but all of it was veiled behind that wretched fog.
Mouth hanging open she looked once more to Emrys, whose expression she couldn’t hope to read. Confusion and concern, perhaps?
For a split second she hesitated: Could she truly trust him? She had no idea what had happened to her or how she ended up in this place, but she had the distinct impression this was not where she ought to be. But he’d asked her about a miracle, hadn’t he? About getting them out of ‘this sorry spot’?
She hoped that counted for something, and gambled on trust.
“I… don’t remember almost anything.” She shook her head. “My name, and… a dragon?”
“Shh.” The sound he made was sharp and quiet, like an assassin's blade. She blinked up at him and he was casting his eyes around them, leaning in close to her. “Pray, do not speak of any dragons here, miss, for all our sakes.”
She didn’t understand, but she nodded slowly under the weight of his molten gaze.
“Good. Is that… all, you can recall?”
Tightening her lips she tried again to think of anything. She knew what an apple was. A book. A bird. She obviously had her command over language, had some concept of social niceties, but where any of it came from, nothing. Surface level stuff.
“About myself, yes, I believe so.”
“Isn’t that something…?” He lifted a hand to stroke his chin, and she noted that his moment of seriousness was quickly dissipating. “Well, with any luck it’ll come back as you move around. You were out of it for quite a while, even before they brought you here.”
“Who-” she cut in, as it seemed like he was going to continue, and she was already barely keeping up. “Who are ‘they’?”
His brows rose briefly, but shadows passed over them at that moment, and his eyes again flicked back towards the bars where figures approached. There were sounds of shouting, and more people being shuffled out of other cells further down the passage.
“Ah, you know what they say- or, do you? Either way. ‘Speak of devils and they shall appear’. You’ll see soon enough.” He kept his voice low as he sat himself up into a crouch, offering a hand to her. “Think you can stand?”
She took a moment to assess herself with a bit more clarity. Her body ached and felt a little fatigued, but more than anything she felt… impatient. The pains that hummed low in her muscles compared little to her ache to move, to do something.
She knew not what just yet, but to start with, she took his hand.
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{A Small Army}
Program: With requests and paperwork assignments falling from two generals, you feel overwhelmed by the lack of support to help finish the additional work. Too afraid to make another mistake, you throw yourself into your tasks unaware of the watchful eyes of those around you. If you won't ask for help yourself, then Wolffe will remind you of the people around who care and want to help. And he'll take the time to explain just how much you mean to him and how much he's willing to do for you, if you let him.
Pairing: Commander Wolffe x GN! Reader
Side Pairing Ref: Fives x OC! Kiva
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Length: 4110w
Warnings: Some swears, Overwhelming/Anxious emotions (no outright panic attack, but reader does show beginning symptoms), Petnames (Riduur, Cya'rika, Partner, Love), Reader gets pick up and carried for a little bit before being placed back on their feet
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“I expected more from you,” General Plo Koon sighs as you shrink before him.
The command center hums in silence as everyone tries not to look at the two of you. Their quick glances burn into your skin as you stand before the Triumphant’s general. The thick atmosphere suffocates you.
“I- I’m, sorry, general,” you begin in a hurry. “I can make up that surveillance report in just a few moments. I can get started,” you fumble with your words as General Koon raises his hand to stop you.
“That’s quite alright,” he says. “I’m sure you have more work to keep up with, so just head back to your console. I can prepare one before the meeting quickly”. General Koon pats your shoulder with a nod as he walks past you to leave for the council meeting.
Forcing a deep breath through into your lungs, you move to your systems console. Chatter slowly grows as your fellow officers try to return the command center to its usual flow. However, the pained smiles and sympathetic looks sit heavy with you. As you sink into your seat and slowly wish it could eject you into space, a light hearted chuckle comes from just behind your shoulder.
“I know I don’t need to tell you this, but I wouldn’t take it personally,” Kiva reminds you. He rests his hip against your console desk, and he looks at you with a genuine smile.
“Glad to ever be your source of amusement, Kiva,” you huff. His teasing helps relieve some of the aching tension that rooted in your shoulders. You tear your gaze away from his, and your small smile melts as you boot up the computer systems. “Real talk?”
Kiva’s posture straightens as he looks at you in all seriousness. In a low voice he responds, “Real talk”.
“I keep mixing up the generals’ requests, and I feel like I’m losing my mind with everything stacking on top of each other,” you admit. Your fingertips dance across the keypad as your eyes flicker between Kiva and the holoscreen. “I was up all night working on the survivor assessment for General Kenobi, and I guess-,” your voice trails off as a corporal walks past you to the command console.
“You got lost with the pile of work handed off to you, and the surveillance report slipped from your mind,” Kiva concludes.
Those words hold nothing but the truth, yet they punch you in the chest. Only able to nod your head, you pull up your schedule and task list to cross reference the day’s priorities.
“I just don’t understand why General Kenobi hasn’t been assigned a new civilian officer yet,” Kiva ponders. He grabs the empty chair from the next console over to join you at your station. “Have you mentioned this to Wolffe at all,” he gently asks as he leans on the chair arm. His words become even quieter as he refers to the Commander.
You shoot him an annoyed look before continuing on with the report on Felucia’s ecosystem. “Why would I need to share this with the commander,” your cool voice rings clear with your opinion on the matter. “I’m more than capable of handling some paperwork”.
“Clearly,” Kiva laughs, “Since you keep getting piled up with shitloads everyday, because you’re still worried about proving your keep. Just give me some. I don’t have much going on today, and I know you’re overwhelmed with all of this”.
Before you can open your mouth to protest, Kiva rolls his chair to bump you out of his way. His hands fly across the keypad, and what seems like only a few parsecs laters, the comm signal beeps from his console.
Putting his elbow on your console, he rests his head against his palm as he turns to face you with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Now, we can talk about why you don’t want to tell Wolffe what’s going on,” he pushes.
A sting of guilt prickles in your chest. “It’s not that I don’t want to tell him,” you softly admit. “I just don’t want to add to his worries. Felucia is not looking like an easy operation, and he’s been pulled into almost every mission even if it’s under the 212th or 501st’s lead. He has so much more pressing concerns going on, and I don’t want to add to it when we manage a moment alone”. You pull yourself back to your console system and bump Kiva out of the way as you pull up the task list once more. “What did you send over to yourself?”
Kiva sighs beside you, “Community rehabilitation. Just promise you won’t hide this from Wolffe?”
You hum, not giving a definitive answer. The holoscreen has your complete attention as your work on analyzing the ecosystem’s terrain. Determined to make up for your mistakes, you press on throughout the day. When your commanding officers ask for a check, you provide one with minimal delay. Once the council meeting has ended, you immediately put together a tentative schematic based on their decision, and you have it pulled up on the main holopad by the time the generals and commanders return to the deck. Throwing yourself into your work, you hardly notice the late hour from your chronometer or how most of the other officers have gone off to the mess hall for dinner.
“Hey, you coming?,” the corporal of the 104th calls over to you. Comet sends you an inviting smile, and you can only return a tired smile when you shake your head. “Come on,” he beckons you with a wave of his arm, “I don’t think I’ve seen you leave the deck all day. You need to take care of yourself, you know”.
“I’ll be there in a bit, corporal,” you compromise. Your words start to slur together, and you have to blink away the dryness across your eyes.
“How many times do I have to tell you, call me Comet,” he shoots a teasing smile that doesn’t last long. Comet’s concerned eyes take you in. Your body leans the console for support. Watery eyes cause you to flinch when you blink. Multiple water bottles and snack kits on the ground beside your station. “Just,” he hesitates, “don’t wait too long, alright? The food may be shitty, but it’s something. Join us when you finish up”.
Comet waits for your hum of acknowledgement, and only leaves after he watches you fall back into your databases.
“Come on, Comet,” Sinker says under his breath. He pulls Comet away from your hunched figure. “At this rate, the candle is burning at both ends. We’ll give Wolffe a heads up, but there’s not much more that we can do”.
“I’m this close,” Boost hisses and holds up his thumb and pointer finger barely touching each other between the three of them. The bay doors slide behind them, and their footsteps echo against the corridor. “This close from having Fives tell Kiva to intercept and send half that extra work to me. Just because the 212th is short handed with civilian relief doesn't mean they can dump it all on our civvie”.
It doesn’t take very long for the troopers to reach the mess hall as the corridors lack their usual traffic. Second shift has already begun to take over their posts, and most of the first shift have found their spot in the mess hall. An unspoken understanding drives the three men to search for their leader before finding a place in line for the evening’s dinner options.
There sitting cross-armed at the unofficial CO table, Wolffe watches in disinterest as Commander Cody and Captain Rex argue over which of their men would reach Arc Trooper rank next. This conversation would be somewhat bearable if his riduur was nearby. Usually chatting away with the 501st’s civilian relief officer, he finds a sense of comfort when you’re nearby. His eyes scan the mess hall as a few more groups trickle in, but disappointment only greets him at the door each time. However, the sight of three of his men walking straight to his table makes him straighten up. If it’s about the shiny who keeps starting fights with the 212th’s batch, he wants nothing to do with it.
“Commanders, Captain,” Sinker greets the officers as the three of them approach the table.
Each of the commanding officers take them in with wary eyes. Used to the trouble that their men tend to find themselves in, each dreads what the sergeant’s report will reveal.
“Sinker, Boost, Comet,” Wolffe acknowledges his men, “what is it this time? Colt starting shit he can follow through with?” With a sigh Wolffe begins to stand from his untouched meal.
“Surprisingly not,” Boost stops Wolffe before he can grab his helmet.
Wolffe looks at his men with a cautious gaze. If it wasn’t the shinies acting up, then it’s something far more serious. He slowly sits back down and looks between each trooper. All of whom shift as his eyes move from one trooper to the next. “Who’s in trouble then?” Wolffe asks.
“It would actually be our civilian officer, it seems,” Comet steps forward and meets Wolffe's cold expression. “As the 212th has recently lost their civilian relief officer, General Kenobi has handed off their previous assignments to our’s. From what I’ve been able to observe today and what I’ve overheard from Kiva and other deck officers, our civvie is overwhelmed with the sudden increase of two battalion’s worth of work”.
When you became the topic of discussion, Wolffe’s body froze as worry seeped through his plastoid armor through his skin and into his bones. Everything seemed okay from when the two of you caught up the other night. He tilts his head as he processes the corporal’s words. What is he missing?
“He shouldn’t be doing that though. Regardless of the deployment timeline, we still have enough of a grace period to wait for our new civvie officer,” Cody fills in for Wolffe. Turning to face his brother, Cody sees Wolffe fall further into himself. “Wolffe, why don’t you go check on your officer? I’ll speak with General Kenobi and remind him to split the work between the two relief officers or wait for our new civvie to arrive,” Cody calls out.
Without delay, Wolffe stands up and grabs his helmet. His body moves without thought, and Wolffe’s mind focuses on getting to you. “Thank you for letting us know of the situation,” Wolffe stiffly nods at his squad mates.
All five men watch him quickly walk through the throngs of people and exit the mess hall. They exchange glances before chuckling lightly. This relationship had to be the worst open secret of the GAR.
If anyone thought it odd to see Wolffe so uncollected, no one said a word when he marched past them. His heart races as his boots pound against the metal tiling. Why didn’t he notice you were overwhelmed? A pang falters his heartbeat, and Wolffe sucks in a quick breath. How did he fail you so badly? Practically slamming the holopad, Wolffe hurries through the deck doors just as they open.
“Cya’rika,” Wolffe pants. Desperation crawls up his throat and clings onto his words as he searches the deck. The hairs on the back of his neck stand up as silence blankets over the deck once more.
“Wolffe?” a tired mumble calls from the officers’ consoles.
Wolffe practically throws himself down the stairs and through the scattered chairs in his path. His footsteps fall short when he reaches you. “Love,” Wolffe trails off.
Barely able to keep your eyes open, you peer up at your riduur. You don’t know how long after Comet left that you drifted off to sleep. More report requests filled your inbox and a sudden desire to just stop overcame you. Your body gradually sank onto your console, and the thought of doing anything caused your chest to seize.
“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at dinner?” you mumble and rub your eyes. When you open your eyes again, Wolffe’s placing his helmet on the console near him as he moves closer to you. His warm eyes take you in with a concerned expression.
“I was, but a few pups told me that my cya’rika feels overwhelmed,” he slowly explains. Wolffe kneels by your side and rests his hands on the tops of your thighs.
Embarrassment burns your cheeks, and you can’t help but try to hide in your arms to avoid his gaze. Comet.
“Hey, hey,” Wolffe gently pulls your arms away and holds your face in his hands. The pads of his gloves softly graze your cheeks as he stares up with complete adoration. “What’s wrong, hm? Talk to me,” he quietly pleads.
The deck hums in anticipation as you try to form your explanation, but no words come to you. Your sight becomes blurry as tears burn your lash line. Opening your mouth, a lump forms in your throat and it constricts your airway. “I’m sorry,” you wheeze.
“None of that now. Let’s get you to bed,” Wolffe’s voice soothes your brewing anxiety.
“I still have-,” you quickly try to push on with your work. A wave of nerves rushes through you.
“Cya’rika, please,” Wolffe firmly stops you. He pulls your face to his, and he rests his forehead against yours. “We can figure this out together. I am here for you, and I want to support you. But I can only do that if you allow me,” he deep rumbles. Those words fill with tenderness as his lips invite you to fall into his hold.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” you choke on a sob.
“You are never a bother,” he states. Wolffe’s hold on your face tightens only slightly. “You hear me? Never a bother. I love you, and I adore everything about being with you. That means the celebrations and strife of life”.
“I know, but-,” you pause. Biting on your lower lip, you focus your gaze down to your lap.
Wolffe waits patiently. The familiar feeling of dread and anxiety from war often nips at the back of his mind. He rubs small circles across your cheeks as he keeps an eye on you. “I’m here,” Wolffe whispers, “I’m here for you”.
“I didn’t want to add to your stress,” you admit. “I know that you’ve had to work with more battalions and join them for additional missions. Each time your ship requests permission to dock, I run down to the hanger just to make sure you’ve come back. Each time you step off that ship looking more worn down than the last time. So for the few moments we can spend together, I just want to enjoy our time and make sure you have a moment of peace”.
When you pull your eyes to meet Wolffe’s gaze, he greets you with the softest smile that causes a flurry of butterflies to tickle your stomach. Your chest rises and falls heavy as you wait for his response. The faint signals and hissing from the deck fill the silence, but the air feels less thick between the two of you.
“Mesh’la,” Wolffe sighs and pulls you into a tight embrace to rest his head against your midsection. His breath fans across your stomach as he peers up at you. Small wrinkles crease at the corner of his eyes as they look at you in warm regard. He takes ahold of your wringing hands in one of his own, and he unlocks them to weave his fingers with yours. “I suppose we need to work on communicating our needs to each other, hm,” Wolffe hums and trails his other hand up your side. Ripples of soothing tingles spread where his fingers drag across your uniform.
“You’d think with such close quarters, we’d be in sync at this point,” you let out a relieved chuckle.
“May I share my perspective, or would you prefer we wait until you’ve gotten some rest?” Wolffe asks. Without breaking eye contact with you, he moves your hand to press a flurry of small kisses.
His lips pause at each of your knuckles, and he carefully rubs your overworked fingers. The tender care causes a sigh to slip from your lips. Your shoulders relax as you watch your riduur with an adoring expression. Wolffe holds your hand up to leave featherlight kisses on the tips of your fingers.
Neither of you rush to carry on your conversation as Wolffe presses one more kiss to the palm of your hand. Then his lips trail to your wrist with a wicked glint in his eye. He nips at the soft skin quickly and beams from your laughter. His deep rumble joins you, and your carefree expressions only calm down when you hold his cheek in your hand.
“Do you have time now?” you ask. A spark of hope soothes the jittering residual nerves from the day.
“For you? I will always make time,” Wolffe squeezes your hand that cradles his face and rubs small circles on your thigh with his other.
Your smile falters, “That’s what I’m worried about”.
“I,” Wolffe pauses. His eyes flicker across your face as he thinks about the best way to properly convey his emotions. Never having the freedom to share his feelings with another in fear of heartbreak, Wolffe wants to prove his trust in you and foster your trust in him. “I have alway wanted to experience a love where I know my partner, my hopeful riduur, becomes my safe haven. A person who I can trust with my mind, body, and soul,” Wolffe slowly explains. Tearing away his gaze, Wolffe pulls your hands together and rubs his thumbs across your knuckles.
“That’s all I ever want to be for you,” you nod your head for him to continue. Eyebrows creased as you take in his sudden change in demeanor.
“And you are,” Wolffe says and squeezes your hands, “You are my everything. The only person I want to see after a long day, because I know my concerns will be heard. My partner who stays up in the late hours of the night just to spend time with me, because my shifts end later than yours. The love of my life who makes my heart swell when I see you hiding at the hanger doors when I come back from a mission,” he shares and shoots you a knowing smile.
“I thought you didn’t notice,” you bashfully confide.
“I will always notice you,” Wolffe holds your gaze, “I search for you in every room I enter, and I only rest easy when I see you close by. I imagine you when we’re away, because picturing you smiling, safe and sound, keeps me going as blasters echo around me. Remembering how stunning you looked on our first date to the observatory, I know I have a person worth fighting for to come home when I constantly question my worth and dispensability. I have a person who sees me as who I am and loves me for the man I am as well as the man I wish to be. When I picture my riduur, I am greeted by visions of you”.
Neither of you know who shed the first tear, but you are the first to pull your hand away from his to gently wipe his tearstained face.
“You mean everything to me, cya’rika. I want to cherish and devote myself to you as you deserve in your partner,” Wolffe’s voice thick with need. A need for you to understand just how much he is willing to do for you if you allow him. He awaits for your word, your permission, to love you so deeply and care for you how he so desperately wants to. “I will only ever do my best to love you wholeheartedly and take care of you. Mind, body, and soul. But I can only do that if you allow me. Please, I want to be with you if you will have me by your side”.
You open your mouth to respond, but Wolffe beats you with a knowing look, “And don’t apologize”.
The two of you erupt into laughter mixed with sniffles and sobs. Steady hands pull you off your station chair, and you find yourself pressing your face into the crook of Wolffe’s neck while settling on his thighs.
“How are you doing?” Wolffe hums. His arms hold you tight to his chest, and he tucks your head underneath his chin.
“I’m exhausted,” you exhale. The weight of the day and emotional whirlwind brewing inside you suddenly dissipates. Fatigue settles in your bones as you pull yourself closer to your riduur.
“Then I think it’s time for some rest,” Wolffe grunts and lifts both of you up from where he kneels. His arms cradle you to him as he moves the two of you away from your console system.
Tucking your legs around his waist, Wolffe nudges your head with his chin before asking, “Grab that for me?”
Leaning away from him, you quickly grasp his helmet in one hand and pull yourself back into his embrace. Your arms drape around his neck as your cheeks warm. “You don’t have to carry me the whole way,” you point out. The idea of the entire GAR seeing the two of you like this makes you feel dizzy.
“Would you like me to put you down?” Wolffe sincerely asks.
“Please,” you nod.
With one word, Wolffe pauses just before the deck entrance to help you unwrap yourself from his hold. His hand steadies you at the waist when your footing wobbles. Looking at Wolffe, your smile blooms into a beaming expression of appreciation.
“Thank you,” you say and press a chaste kiss to his jaw.
“Anything for you,” Wolffe returns. He takes his hand from your waist and offers it to you. When you take his hand, Wolffe walks with you through the entrance and into the corridor. He leads you past the civilian wing, and your heart flutters knowing you get to spend the night in the arms of your lover. “Cody’s going to speak with General Kenobi, but in the meantime, cya’rika, please send some of the additional work to Kiva. We were all worried today after we had realized the load of osik you were dealing with. You have a small army in your corner who has your back. Remember that, alright?” Wolffe squeezes your hand.
“I won’t forget it,” you squeeze his hand in return with a chuckle, “Especially now that I know I have your pups, the 501st troublemakers, and the 212th jokers keeping an eye out for me”.
Wolffe barks a laugh as he uses his free hand to punch in his room’s passcode, and when the door hisses open, he waves his arm in front to invite you in.
The moment you step foot into his room for the first time in what feels like eternity, you take in the space. Hardly anything has changed as your eyes flitter from his bed to his lock box, but what you see on his desk makes you pause. Sitting beside a pile of schematics and datapads dangling off balance from the other objects that take up space, you find a hologram display set neatly into the corner away from the chaos. Every few seconds, a new image of you or the two of you shuffles onto display and ignites more sparks within your heart.
After you place his helmet on top of his chair, you tear your eyes away from the display and find Wolffe taking off his armor beside his bed. No matter where either of you are in the galaxy or how overwhelming life may be in a moment, you have each other to rely on.
Wolffe straightens up to face you, but his head tilts to the side at the sight of your watery smile. “What’re you thinking,” he asks as he takes slow steps towards you.
“I’m just happy to be home,” you say and take him into your arms. One of his hands rests on the back of your head while the other wraps around you.
Wolffe’s chuckle vibrates against your chest when he says, “It’s not what I have imagined for our home in the future, but for now I am more than glad to share it with you. What’s mine is yours”.
“I’m home when I’m with you,” you mumble against his chest.
Wolfee presses a kiss to the crown of your head, “Welcome home, riduur”.
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🔔 Ruby on Neo
Ruby flicked the small, golden bell attached to the pink collar she held, almost entranced by the sound it made. She still wasnt sure where it came from or why the box seemed neatly placed in front of her doorstep, or who wrote the note in the envelope that was neatly tucked into the string that kept the box shut. But listening to the soft ring that came from it seemed to keep her mind calm, clearing out any of the thoughts and worries that she had as she rang it again.
“What is the collar for?” Neo signed out.
“I-I… I dont know.” Ruby sat the collar down back into its box as the ringing stopped. “I found it on our doorstep this morning. It wasnt addressed to anyone, and it came with a small note, but I havent read it yet. I think whoever left it here gave it to us by accident.”
“You should read it. It might tell us who its supposed to go to.”
Ruby looked at the message on the scroll that Neo had typed out just before she had taken the collar out of the box and started looking over it. Everything about this felt off, but she knew she couldnt argue with Neo and that she had a point. It was left at their doorstep, which meant that if it was meant for someone else, she’d have to read the note that came with it to figure that one out. So, she did exactly that, picking up the envelope and carefully opening it to read the note inside. The paper seemed warm to the touch, almost as if it had been freshly printed even though it had been sitting in her kitchen for a few hours. She read over the note, a small blush crossing her cheeks.
For an unforgettable night and a change of pace in the bedroom. Place around your lover’s neck, ring the bell, and enjoy a night the two of you will never forget.*
Ruby sat the note down and watched Neo as she looked over the bell and felt the silk band of the collar. On closer look, it almost looked more like a choker than a collar, one that she wouldnt be opposed to wearing if she could get the bell off. But the longer she looked at the bell and listened to the small rings as it moved, she couldnt help but think about what the note had told her. “Slip it onto my lover, huh?” she asked quickly to herself.
Neo finally looked up at Ruby and cocked her head to the side as she slowly signed to make sure Ruby could understand what she was asking. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but may I see that really quick?” Ruby asked.
Neo nodded and handed over the collar. “Did the note tell you who it belonged to?”
Ruby shook her head and walked behind Neo. “No, but I’d like to see how it looks on you.” Her hands shook as she moved the collar around Neo’s neck and locked the clasp in place, making sure it was tight enough to not move but still loose enough that it sat on her comfortably without giving problems to eat or breathe. Her fingers hesitated for a moment as she moved them closer to the bell, almost feeling a warmth come from it. Then, the bell finally rang as she flicked her finger against it.
Ruby and Neo stayed still as the bell rang, listening to the soft chime until it stopped and listening to the silence around them for a few more seconds, waiting for something… anything to change. Ruby let out the breath she held, smiling softly with a sigh as she tried to undo the clasp of the collar. “Of course nothing would happen. Must be a prank that someone left for us, trying to see if we’d believe them.”
Neo sighed and picked her scroll back up. “What were you hoping for?”
“I dont know, the note said to put it onto someone and flick the bell for an unforgettable night, but I’m sure someone just had a bit too much time on their hands.” Ruby frowned a bit as she tried to undo the clasp for the collar, unable to get it to open. “Just a harmless prank.”
“Everything okay?” Neo signed with a wince as she felt Ruby tug the collar.
“I think the clasp is stuck. I cant seem to get it to unlatch.”
“We could cut it off.”
Ruby shook her head and pulled her fingers away from the collar. “We could, but I’d rather not ruin this. It does look a bit cute, even if its not the right shade of pink for you.” She ran her fingers across the fabric of the collar and flicked the bell again. “And we could still use it tonight.”
Neo blushed a bit and tugged at the collar a bit to adjust it. “I-I could keep it on,”
Ruby kissed Neo’s cheek and playfully tugged at the collar to pull Neo close. “And if you’re a good kitten, I’ll make sure you get rewarded.”
“For you, mistress.”
“Good girl.” Ruby flicked the bell one more time and felt a chill run down her spine. Her cheeks felt like they heated up for a moment as she blushed. With a deep breath, she turned to look at Neo once more, swearing she saw a tail swishing behind her before going back into the kitchen. “But that’ll have to wait until after my meeting with Ozpin. You’ll be fine until I get back, right?”
“Yes,” Neo signed, pocketing her scroll and grabbing Hush. “I’m meeting up with Roman today for lunch.”
“Please promise you wont steal anything.”
Neo pouted. “Fine.”
Ruby smiled and kissed her as she made her way to the door. “Good.”
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Total bastard |Percy Hynes White|
Pairings: Percy Hynes White x Polish!F!Reader
Warnings: bit of cursing, stereotypes about cars, mentions of Harry Potter, let me know if I missed something. It’s shitty by the way.
Additionally: Y/N - Your name, Y/L/N - your last name, Y/F/N - your friend’s name, Y/C/B - Your car brand/car of your choosing
A/N: Hello! That’s my third writing here on Tumblr and I must apologise for the grammar! I’m Polish so English is not my first language and don’t feel too comfortable using it. I’d be very grateful for any feedback about it because I truly don’t know if it’s even comfortable for you to read 😩
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You may be wondering how does working on Wednesday set look like and the only word that comes to my mind and describes it perfectly is MAGICAL.
That was my first - let me call it - serious job. I took part in few other productions as an intern mostly and I played a background character only once before getting the role of Wednesday’s cousin. Coming back to the topic - even though I have some experience in films and I know exactly how everything looks behind the scenes, the set of Wednesday was something totally different and new.
Maybe it’s because most of the cast was young and not too popular (not counting Jenna and some other actors of course). That was the first place where I felt like I belong there.
But I also met somebody who desperately tried to break my heart or so I understood it.
Let’s start with a quick introduction. My name is Y/N, I was born in 2000, in Poland which makes me different from my movie character all the way. I was kind of stressed about joining the cast mostly fearing that I won’t be accepted. I mean, they all have became really good friends and what if I they treat me as an intruder ?
The trip to Romania was excellent even though some turbulences happened during my flight. Firstly I was wondering about driving a car (which would take about 12 hours but I thought of taking some stops in Slovakia and Hungary). I love travelling to new places but I decided that buying flight tickets and rent a car while in Romania definitely will be a better option. I needed some way of transport and I truly hated the public communication.
I did as I said, I rented a car and was heading straight to the hotel. The atmosphere of Romanian forests was just wonderful. So mysterious yet so beautiful. I couldn’t get enough of looking at the surroundings and I took few stops on the way to take pictures of as many views as I could.
After an hour or maybe a little bit longer I finally arrived at the hotel. It was just a simple building, not too pretty nor ugly. Cozy actually. It’s totally fine though. I don’t feel too comfortable in luxury places.
“Shitty drivers.” I muttered while trying to park my car on a parking lot. I have to mention that I’m a pain in the arse if it comes to driving. I always stick to the rules and rarely try to break any which often makes other people go insane. I remember my very first time in the US. I rented a car with my friend and she was laughing her arse off almost every time I drove. The only text a remembered after coming back home was “we’re driving with a very sick Jaguar. Almost dead”. And to make it even funnier, I have been overtaken by a bicycle.
Minute of silence, please.
But coming back to my thoughts.
After seeing this one black BMW parked totally wrong, I got a clever idea. What to do to piss off its driver? I parked my car correctly so there was no option for whoever owned that black car, to get inside. Sorry not sorry. I left the car and took my luggage and just when I was heading to the building, someone called after me.
“What do you think you doing? I can’t get into my car, you daughter of the devil!”
I quickly turned around to see a young man opening the black vehicle with his automatic pilot.
“Fly then.” I said with a grin.
“May you move your shitty Y/C/B so I can leave the parking lot?” He added visibility furious.
“Shitty Y/C/B you say. Well, does your BMW have working indicators or they are to cause a huge explosion if you use them?” I asked and raised my brows at him.
Before you’ll start hating me for this I must explain something. Polish people truly hate BMW drivers. It’s not like we don’t buy those cars - we actually do and they are very popular. However seeing a BMW using indicators is something worth celebrating. Does not happen too often, tho. If you happen to see a BMW with working blinkers, you can be sure it’s police driving it.
I didn’t even wait for his response, expecting it to be rude, and just turned around again and that’s when I noticed a certain boy that was portraying Ajax in the show. He was laughing his arse off while leaning against the hotel entrance.
“Well done, whoever you are. Jake is a total shit and makes everyone go crazy with his behaviour.” He said while extending his hand to me which I gladly accepted. “Georgie Farmer, Ajax Petropolus, call me whatever you want.”
“Nice to meet you, Georgie. I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I’m going to portray Wednesday’s cousin, Verity.” I replied with a smile.
“You have a funny accent. You’re not American for sure, aren’t you? I didn’t mean to offend you, of course.” He added.
“Don’t worry about that. English is not my first language so I’m not a mistress of speaking it. The truth is I usually fail doing so.“
„Stop saying so. You speak very well. I like the Brit or Australian sounding. But what’s your nationality then?”
“I come from Poland. Not too far away from here actually which I’m pretty glad about. At least my flight wasn’t tiring.”
“Woah, is that the country which is famous from pierogis?” He gasped visibly amazed and just when I nodded, he grabbed my hand and pulled me after him inside the hotel. I started giggling like crazy. I was totally over the moon because someone seemed to like me and that felt incredible.
“So I suppose you’re pretty stressed now before meeting the rest of the cast but there’s no need to worry. We are all very friendly and really excited to meet new cast members. Some of us are also pretty insane like Percy for example or Oliver but I’m sure that you’re gonna feel comfortable around them.” He said with a pure excitement, opening one of the doors for me. ”I believe that Emma dreams about giving newbies a hotel tour just like Enid would but what about me being your guide today? She’s rambling too much while showing people around.” He said. Well, isn’t it like he was rambling too?
“As long as you keep smiling and being all excited.” I replied winking at him.
And honestly that was the best beginning of a new friendship in my whole life. We spent around an hour running around the building while he was trying to show me everything. And I mean totally EVERYTHING. He even showed me a secret underground room where he, Percy and Oliver meet from time to time to gossip about what had happened during their day. Boys.
“And so this is the last room of ours. We call it a freak day room because we spend most of our free period here. A lot is happening here everyday so don’t be scared seeing whatever is going on there right now.” He said less enthusiastically.
“I’m prepared to see the worst.” I replied giving him a reassuring nod. I could already hear laughter coming from there and I felt sick from fear. I’ve never used to be too confident, not even mentioning popular. I was just a plain, grey, unknown and the least liked person in my school years. I’ve never had real friends. All of my “friendships” usually come to an end after few months.
“Guys, guys, guys, attention please.” Georgie spoke while entering the room. All the laughter stoped and everyone looked at him at once. “Percy, may you please stop this ungodly singing?” He added. “So I want to introduce a new person to all of you and-“
“You met someone new and didn’t tell us sooner?”
“I’m sorry, Emma but I needed to give her a quick tour and talk a little bit. Whatever. Ladies and gentlemen, this is Y/N, Polish miracle with a funny accent.” Georgie chuckled pulling me into the room. I almost fell noticing all those glances.
“Hiya, nice to meet you!”
Let’s say that the very first day with the whole cast was just amazing. Everyone had a lot of questions, some simple, some weirder. We had a lot to discuss and considering the fact that the boys opened a champagne and then another and another, it resulted in a killer headache on the next day.
But it doesn’t matter.
Percy does.
Since the very first time we laid our eyes on each other, there was a sort of a weird tension between us. I felt pretty shy for no reason and he seemed to judge me. Or so I understood because I usually think that people are gossiping about me which never happens actually.
The thing is that he was acting different in my presence. For example this one time when he was listening to music and singing in a tent, he stopped immediately after I joined him and few other cast members. His face expression made me feel sorry for interrupting their fun time however was it my fault that I was just being curious about what was going on in there? Oh, ok. I’m a bit nosy but IT WAS OUR TENT and I had a full right to go in there.
The second time I felt bad was the Halloween day. Emma and I were simply preparing our costumes in our “freak day room” when Percy came. He just leaned on the doorframe with his arms crossed on his chest and was looking at what the both of us were doing. Then, he chuckled and raised his eyebrows.
“What?” I asked confused.
“Well, don’t get me wrong but wouldn’t it be just enough if you would have gone to the festival right after waking up? You know, all sleepy and messy.” He said with his characteristic grin. What was that supposed to mean?
“I was thinking about that actually.” I replied a bit upset forcing a small smile. Yeah.. He basically thought I was ugly. I can’t say I wasn’t though. At the age of 23 I had a lot of insecurities which may seem to be odd for many people.
“What are you planning to wear, Percy?” Emma asked.
“A beautiful smile and my fave hat. Enough to make all ladies gasp.” He chuckled and then left.
“He’s unbearable.”
That definitely was true. The way he laughed at me made me go insane every time. When I couldn’t hold the arrow properly, there he was, laughing his arse off. Same after all my bloopers. We also had a pretty heated argument scene one day and he couldn’t hold his laughter. I didn’t know what was going on. Was I truly this bad at acting? Not even mentioning the way he used to mock my accent and made me feel sorry that it was more British than American. Well, it’s not my fault! Polish schools ONLY teach British vocabulary and accent. It’s more familiar to all of us and additionally I used to grow up only having British or Irish idols. Who doesn’t remember One Direction for example? I was a number one fan and honestly I wouldn’t make it with my English without them. Before I met Percy I thought that the way I spoke didn’t matter but it clearly did. I truly started to have enough.
I can’t not mention the fact of being a Potterhead which was for some reason too funny for him. He used to walk around pointing at me with his fingers and go with “expelliarmus” or “abra cadabra” which wasn’t even a Harry Potter spell (and he knew that but wanted to see me explaining it to him and getting embarrassed). At this point I was truly frustrated.
“I’m so glad I have a bit more free time today. I was thinking about visiting the nearby shopping centre. What about you, Joy?” I said while eating lunch. That was the first day after a month of shooting when I was needless on the set. The most of my scenes have been recorded already and now it was only Jenna and her serie family time.
“I was there loads of times and I never get bored of going there. I will for sure keep you a company. I need to buy some stuff especially after Georgie ate almost all of my candy!” She laughed with pure happiness on her beautiful face.
“What are we doing today ladies?” Percy asked, putting his hands on Joy’s shoulders.
“We plan on escaping and doing some illegal stuff. Wanna join?” She replied with a smirk knowing just well that he definitely would accompany us if it really meant something illegal. He was overly confident and usually into rebelling.
“Does it mean few hours of shopping in cosmetic stuff which I ain’t understand? Then thanks.”
“We’re definitely planning on robbing a jewellery shop.” I said winking at him.
“Would be such a reward to have some new shiny necklaces, wouldn’t it? I bet it could ease your embarrassment after yesterdays fails on set. I really think you’re shitty sometimes.” He chuckled and made my heart shatter.
“Yeah. You’re right. So what about leaving soon, Joy? I think I’ll go to take my phone and car keys now.” I added not looking at him.
“I need to take a shower before we leave. Give me at least an hour, is that fine?” She asked smiling friendly.
“Sure. Take your time.”
As I said I went to my room and just sat there, looking at the wall. I’m shitty. That’s what he thought. How cool is that?
But no. It wasn’t what made me sob. Just not yet. The real reason of my future tears was much worse.
About a week later, just few days before Christmas, we all decided to have a lovely, friendly free period after work without caring about the job, without rehearsing, basically it was supposed to be just a chill out. Eating, doing nothing, maybe dancing a little, you know just a normal evening with friends. I was heading straight to our day room when I heard something what broke my heart into millions of pieces.
“What about you and your screen lover, artist?” Georgie laughed. Gossiping about me then. Fine. I just stood there behind the door to hear more and that was a mistake I wouldn’t make twice if I could turn back time.
“Y/N is… well, let’s say that I really couldn’t get more fantastic partner.” Percy scoffed, purest sarcasm in his voice. “I thought they’re going to hire a hot Latino chick for this role but then she came and I’m… huh. Can’t get over this. It’s a simple misunderstanding. You see, someone like her and someone like me. Not to mention that she’s one or two years above, isn’t she? Like a mama.”
“Oh yeah, I can totally agree, mate.” Olivier replied chuckling.
With that I didn’t even bother to listen to them anymore. I headed back to my room where I decided to call my bestie via FaceTime to let all of my negative emotions out. I sobbed hard for another half an hour and she was just there, looking at me and simply not talking. She was wonderful. She had no idea what happened but was waiting until my cries died, giving me some time before finally listening to the story and starting comforting me.
„Naprawdę nie wiem, co takiego mu zrobiłam.” („I literally have no clue what I’ve done to him to deserve it.”) I said, wiping the tears out of my face.
„Moje biedactwo. A przedstawiają go jako aniołka. Posłuchaj, siostra. Może i traktuje cię w taki a nie inny sposób, ale czemu to ma dla ciebie takie znaczenie?”
(„Poor little thing. Can’t believe he’s portrayed as such an angelic person. Listen to me, sis. He may be treating you like this but why does it actually matter to you?”) Y/F/N replied but just after that we heard my door being opened. I didn’t turn myself in the sound’s direction because I could clearly see in my phone screen who entered my room.
Percy himself.
But what the fuck did he want? I decided to stay unbothered and show no emotions at all. At last I didn’t want him to know that I was eavesdropping. Happily he does not know my mother language so it wasn’t too difficult to continue my conversation without his suspiciousness.
“Wiesz… Podłapałam małego crusha na tym dzieciaku. Nie wiem czemu. Zazwyczaj zachowuje się jakby się naćpał, ale jest dość uroczy i…”
(„You know… I might have fallen for him a bit. I know it’s ridiculous but he’s usually acting high like shit but he’s cute at the same time…”) I replied and saw a clear disbelief in my bestie’s face expression.
“On ci rujnuje samopoczucie z dnia na dzień coraz mocniej, a ty się w nim zakochujesz. Powinnaś się przebadać.”
(„Can’t believe it. He’s making your self confidence fall more and more everyday and you’re just casually falling in love. You should go and see the doctor real quick.”) She added visibly angry.
As we continued discussing this and that, I felt a movement on my bed. Percy sat cross legged behind me with a faint smile on his face which made me truly uncomfortable.
“Jak on w ogóle może tak o, wparować do twojego pokoju i gościć się w nim jak u siebie? Zwłaszcza po tym co powiedział.”
(„It’s so bold that he’s able just come to your room like nothing happened and simply feel like he’s being at his own place. Especially after what he said.”) Y/F/N said looking him straight in the eye. “Wydaje mi się, czy zaraz rzuci na mnie klątwę? Może Avada Kedavra?” (“Is he trying to hex me right now? Or maybe he’s planning on using Avada Kedavra?”)
„Możemy zmienić temat?”
(“May we stop talking about him?”) I asked with a forced smile.
But then I felt a very delicate tapping on my shoulder so I finally turned around to face Percy.
“You didn’t join us. Something’s wrong?
Yes, Percy. Yes. You happened.
“Powiedz mu co o nim myślisz i daj znać jak poszło.”
(“Tell him what you think about him and let me know how it went.”) My bestie added before ending the call.
“I don’t feel too well today so I just decided to stay here and spend some time alone.”
“Come on, sweet things, I know you’re lying.”
What did you call me?
“No idea what you’re talking about. I have a right to feel bad”.
“Something is clearly bothering you”.
How come that he was able to read my mind?
“Well maybe you wouldn’t need to worry about such a shitty thing if I was a hot Latino chick.” I retorted not daring to look him in the eyes. It took him off guard immediately.
“Wait, what?” He asked confused and then his face dropped. “Y/N, have you heard what I said down there in our day room?”
“Obviously. Look, I’m sorry that I got the role and you have to look at my Polish shitty face. I wish I looked different but I can’t. Also sorry for being shitty on set. And additionally I’m sorry for talking the way I do and I’m extremely sorry for liking what I like. I-“ I was cut.
“It’s a misunderstanding, sweet things. Let me explain, please.” He pleaded taking my hand into his and I just nodded. “I didn’t mean anything bad by saying all that stuff earlier. It might have sounded bad or so but I am very happy to have an honour of working with you. What I said about your acting was just a way to tease you. I like when you get flustered. I’m not laughing at the way you sound. I find it extremely attractive. I have a weakness for girls speaking languages and changing accents. Harry Potter is absolutely fine and I like it too. I mean, I like it a lot and even have a Dark Wand somewhere at my house. And what I said today… Sweet things, it was all positive. You see, I truly couldn’t get any better person to portray my lover. You’re just perfect doing your job. I also didn’t mean anything - I swear - anything bad talking about you and I feel like I wouldn’t be enough for you. So that’s why I told that someone like me couldn’t be with someone like you. You’re just much more mesmerising and too good to ever be mine. I’m so sorry about making you feel bad all this time.” He added with a pure sadness in his eyes.
This time I was taken aback.
“Wait, does it mean that-“
“I like you and truly wish we could start all over again. If you want of course. I get it if you don’t feel like being with someone younger.”
“You know that the age doesn’t really matter?”
“So is that a yes?”
“It doesn’t hurt to try though. But don’t you dare calling me “mama”. Like ever again.”
“Of course not. Never.”
Yeah, he was absolutely going to call me that. Seeing his little grin made me realise he’s not the one to trust at all.
To: Bestie 😈
Percy and I got together.
That might piss her off.
From: Bestie 😈
HAVE YOU GONE NUTS!
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A/N: I really am going to shit myself not knowing your opinion 🥲.
#percyhyneswhite x reader#percy hynes white x reader#percy hynes white imagine#percyhyneswhite#percy imagine#wednesday#xavier thrope imagine#xavier x reader#xavier x you#xavier thorpe#xavier thrope fanfic
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How would the hydra husbands react to figuring out they love/are attracted to each other?<3
Idk what kind of relationship you see them having 😭
(Warning, a bit lengthy)
I can see Brock being instantly attracted to Jack bc as much as he tries to cram down his same sex attraction it rears its head constantly. Of course he denies this to himself, saying he just appreciates a healthy, fit body. (But, oh, his eyes are pretty…) He keep it to himself, forcefully tells himself “he’s just on the boys”. Brock tries to keep a distance but Jack is everything that Brock could ever want as a partner. He’s confident, works in the same field with an unpredictable schedule that would leave others feeling neglected but Jack actually gets and respects it, he always has Brock’s back in and out of the field, shows Brock respect but is also not afraid of contradiction when he feels like Brock is making a bad decision. So they start to hang out more, and Brock finds himself falling in love which is as exciting as it is distressing.
And Jack has finally met someone who can handle himself in high stress positions, has similar stances on life, and is highly competent. Of course he also notices that Brock is attractive. He’s content to let things remain as Brock wants them to be because he enjoys spending time with him (and he loves his job and doesn’t want to risk demotions; and, of course, he enjoys spending time with Brock even if it is only platonic).
But, after Jack saves Brock’s life, Brock feels indebted and decides to push the boundary of comradely relationships and asks if Jack wants to get drinks together after an op. And Jack is startled but quick to agree. They both go home, get cleaned up, and meet up. And it’s during that night that they both realize they each have a magnetic force pulling them together. Jack realizes that not only does he find Brock attractive but that he wants to know him more personally; to see what the man is like behind the scenes.
So they end up making plans to meet up together at the end, something that becomes a trend. They move from team mates to friends. And, the more time they spend together, more. Brock decides to playfully flirt in a pointedly “no homo” way but it quickly proves to be a poor mask to his actual feelings. And Jack quickly picks up on this but goes with it, unwilling to push Brock beyond what he’s comfortable with.
Eventually Brock confesses his feelings, probs after having way too much to drink, and Jack calmly says he feels the same way which stuns Brock. Jack takes him home and they don’t talk for a few days, Brock having a mini meltdown of disbelief because he knows it’s dangerous for job not to mention he’s being more open that he ever has been.
But on like the third day of Brock hiding in his apartment Jack shows up a the door with takeout from their favorite Chinese place and Brock just silently lets him in, waiting for Jack to tell him that what they’re doing is dangerous but Jack firmly tells him he doesn’t care. And by the time Brock is packing the leftovers into his fridge they’ve agreed to try the whole “relationship” thing, with the understanding that it’s very lowkey because neither wants to risk higher ups finding out.
And, as for their relationship Jack becomes Brock’s conscience and ultimate force when it comes to personal conflicts. And Jack loves to take care of Brock, happy to come over and help him clean because he’s chronically messy and yet gets overwhelmed by it. They grocery shop together and Jack helps Brock comes to terms with his food issues (personal hc, sorry lol) and Brock embraces this new way of life with Jack. He soon can’t imagine life without him.
Who else will tuck him into bed after drinking too much? Who else would he call after a nightmare about the horrors he’s seen in the field or trauma of his chaotic childhood? How can anyone else make him feel as important and loved as Jack does?
Brock absolutely becomes co-dependent but Jack embraces that responsibility, focused solely on ensuring that Brock is well cared for and always feels loved and supported regardless of what he’s going through and what mood funks he finds himself in. Even when Brock gets in his head about their relationship, feeling like he’s taking more than he’s giving, Jack is quick kiss him on the forehead and tell him just how much he loves and cares about him and how he doesn’t want to be anyone else ❤️
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at the listening party [dad!h]
a/n: hello back with another blurb from the darcy and dylan universe. i know this is a little late considering the release happened months ago but i think its a fun blurb nonetheless so i hope you guys like it :D ALSO my posts havent been showing up under some tags which is quite annoying so reblogs would be very helpful!!!
summary: the missus helps organise a harry's house event and harry loves being with his family
wc: 1.6k+
cw: just fluff
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Life has been moving fast. Since promo for Harry's House begun, Harry has been flying around America, doing interview after interview, and rehearsing a new setlist on top of that. Coachella was the first big event of this work cycle with Harry leaving London for the first time since finishing filming. Even though his team was prepared to make special accommodations for y/n and the twins to accompany him to the dessert, she didn't feel comfortable bringing their barely one year old babies to a music festival, so she elected to stay home. She was glad she did because as Harry's unofficial representative, she volunteered to plan the Harry's House fan events, which meant that she was in meetings and liaising with vendors and organisers daily.
The Styles family only reunited about a month after at the listening party in New York. When she arrives at the party venue, she situates her nanny and kids in a room at the back of the venue before going around to check that everything is in place. And that's how Harry finds her, signing for the food by the back door.
Before she can start pushing the trolley of food to the tables, a strong pair of arms wrap around her body, tugging her back into something sturdy. She knows its her husband without even looking, of course; his scent and body is too familiar.
He kisses her once on her temple and once on her neck. "I missed you lovie. I hate leaving you at home so much," he whispers into the crook of her neck, burying his face as deep as he can.
That is his favourite place to be, tucked into his wife and breathing her in.
"I missed you too, H. I'm so proud of you. And the babies miss you so much."
"Are they here yet, I wanna see them."
After delegating the task of setting up the food to a member of staff, y/n leads her eager husband, who is swinging their connected arms excitedly, to the baby room. The moment Harry sees the twins crawling on the carpet in matching duck onesies, his face lights up and starts making grabby hands at them.
"Hi my loves," he coos, "daddy missed you." Joining them on the carpet, he seats the twins on his lap, one on each thigh. "Oh, I missed these cuddles so much. Both of you look smashing. Matching with daddy, very good choice."
Maybe it's the narcissist in him but he loves commissioning baby replicas of his outfits. He loves when his mini-mes look like mini-hims. And he has no shame letting people know too, didn't even stutter when asking Gucci to make identical feather coats for his one-year olds.
"Do you want to bring them around? I was thinking of letting them explore the couches and the pop-up house before everyone arrives. They also have a change of clothes so they could try painting the mural."
Harry looks up at his wife and smiles. "You think of everything don't you? Thank you for organising the event, you did such a good job."
They share a quick kiss as she blushes, feeling shy from his praise.
"I didn't do much and it was fun. You know I love doing stuff like this."
He rolls his eyes at her modesty and passes Dylan to her before asking a photographer to take a family photo. One of them smiling and one with him quickly kissing her cheek.
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They let the twins waddle around the pop-up house as they watch with love and adoration in their eyes. Seeing how steady the twins have become on their feet makes Harry a little emotional, feeling proud yet sad that they are slowly becoming their own individuals.
When Darcy makes her way towards the shallow steps, his arms shoot out on instinct, ready to catch her if she falls. But she is completely unphased. She does take pauses between each step, waiting for both feet to meet on each step before making it up the next, but she manages by herself no problem.
"Since when can they walk up stairs? They're babies.” y/n doesn’t need to look at him to know that he’s pouting.
"H, those are barely stairs. And once you see what a mess they make with the paint you'll remember that they're still very much babies."
Sure enough, their tiny baby hands don't even try to grip onto the paint brushes. They toss them onto the ground then attack the plates of paint with their bare hands, shouting in excitement when their hands emerge pink and yellow.
Harry recognises the mischievous look in Darcy's eye and quickly picks her up when she starts inching towards her brother with her hands outstretched.
"Uh, uh, uh. We are not having a paint fight with our brother today. Mummy got special matching duck outfits for us so, let's try not to ruin them, okay."
He places her in front of the mural instead, encouraging her to smear her hands on the wall.
"Is that fun?" he asks in a baby voice, face matching Darcy's look of delight and amazement. "That's a very good job honey. Let's see how your brother's doing. Oh, he's an artist just like you."
Waddling back to squat beside y/n, he bumps his shoulder against hers and they both lean in until their heads rest on each other. There's no need for words. They wear matching smiles, eyes following Darcy and Dylan's every move, only breaking away when the twins start smearing paint on their faces and manically giggling.
"Okay, messy babies, we're done with the paint for today. I was wondering how long we could keep the paint off ourselves."
"I want a photo with them like this," Harry says, turning to call the photographer over.
The Styles family smile for another photo, or the parents smile while the kids continue to rub paint all over them, then they are popping into the back room to change into clean clothes.
A knock on the door interrupts them. Someone from the team pops their head around the door to inform them that doors are opening in 10 minutes and asks y/n if she wants to perform one last check. So, their family time is cut short, but they let their nanny take over while they prepare for the day ahead.
While y/n has a checklist of items to oversee, Harry doesn't actually have anything important to do before the event starts. He's more than happy to accompany her. Like an eager puppy, he is just a couple steps behind her, following her from one area to another, trying to peak over her shoulder to see what she sees. When he gets bored of all the counting and ticking things off lists, he slips his phone out and tries to take sneaky candid shots of her working. Of course, his movements hardly go undetected.
"H," she scolds, covering her profile with her hand, "stop."
"But you look so pretty, especially when you're in work mode."
She blushes. "You're embarrassing me."
"Oh yeah," he challenges, "how 'bout now."
Harry basically tackles his wife, wrapping his arms tightly around her, the momentum causing both of them to stumble to the side and reach out to the table for stability. Completely unbothered by the commotion or attention, he loudly plants kisses all over her face, causing her to giggle girlishly from the affection.
"H, we are at work." She tries to push him away.
"Yeah, and we're the bosses. So, I'll smother my wife in kisses if I want to."
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It took a lot of convincing to persuade y/n to participate in the listening party with everyone. She never liked to be too visible at any of his shows or events because she never wanted to take any attention off of Harry. Harry, however, likes when he gets to share the spotlight with her, because none of it would happen without her. That's why she gets writing credits on songs that she gives input on, even if all she did was tell him which version she likes best. Tonight, is the perfect opportunity to appreciate her, so he laid it on thick with the whining and the pleading, wearing her down by reminding her that they only have a short time in the city together and he wants to spend every minute with her. It worked, as if she could say no to him, so she is stood at the back of the room instead of hidden away with the babies.
"Before we begin, there's one more person I need to thank." He extends his arm towards his wife. "None of this would have been possible without my wife. I'm not even talking about being my muse and inspiration for so much of my music. Everything you see here today, the mural wall, the food, the colour scheme – literally everything – was all planned and organised by my wife. She did all this and kept the house together while I was away pissing about in the dessert in feather coats. So, if you get the chance to speak to her today, please tell her what a good job she did and remind her that I love her."
Trying to prevent herself from crying, y/n rolls her eyes half-heartedly and flips him off, earning her a wink.
To his credit, Harry manages to last more than halfway through the album before he makes his way over to y/n to tuck her into his side. When the opening notes of 'Keep Driving' start to play, he cups her face that is resting on his chest and strokes her cheek tenderly.
"I love you," he mouths when she looks up at him with watery eyes.
"I love you, too."
#harry styles fanfic#harry styles blurbs#harry styles imagines#harry styles#harry styles writing#harry styles blurb#harry styles imagine#finerllines
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Repostober: Day 29
Hiyori has a wish and puts her 5 yen on Yato's shrine, but she doesn't know quite how to say it out loud when he asks about it.
Cutting Ties
She understood why Yato’s talent for cutting ties was necessary. She had seen the healing it had brought to the people that he had used it on. And yet every time he had to use it, she felt her throat close up and her hands start to shake.
It was all too easy to picture sekki pointed at her and those same words falling from his lips.
“You feeling alright? You kinda look like you’re going to be sick.”
Yato was bent over to lean in front of her face and she noticed a worried Yukine peeking out from behind him as well.
She shook her head and brushed a hand through her hair nervously, “I’m fine. Maybe just a bit tired.”
“Then don’t worry about our tutoring session today! Go home and get some rest.” Yukine stepped forward, surprising both her and Yato.
“I’m okay, really.” She raised her hand to wave him off and gave a small laugh but he only gave her a stern look in response.
“No, seriously. Go home, Hiyori. What if you are getting sick like Yato said? I don’t want you to push yourself and get worse.”
She parted her lips before giving a sigh of defeat and nodding, “Okay.”
Happy with her response, Yukine started walking forward while Yato stayed back. “He’s gotten super protective over everyone since—ya know. Anyway, I’ll check in on you later.” He gave a quick wave before running after Yukine.
The smile lingered on her face as she reflected on Yukine’s actions, but faded quickly as she kept walking and her fears sunk back in. Once she was home, she was pulled into a few chores by her parents and thankfully distracted for a small amount of time.
Alone in her bedroom, everything crashed down on her again as her eyes immediately moved towards the shrine that sat on her bedside table. Out of frustration, she dug for a five yen coin and deposited it on the shrine, ‘If it’s up to me, I won’t ever forget you. So please don’t ever consider cutting our ties. No matter what other people—other gods say. I want to be with you longer.’
She held a few fingers over the coin until she believed her willpower had truly been put into its essence before she let go to finish the prayer, clapping her hands together.
Not long after, she sat down on her bed and her phone made a loud ding to let her know that she had received a text message.
Can I come check on you?
She let out a sigh. Of course he would want to come over right now.
I guess so.
Practically as soon as she had sent the reply, he appeared in her room in a bright burst of light. “Hiya.” He greeted with a small smile before sitting next to her on the bed, concern taking over his expression, “How you feeling?”
She shrugged, not knowing how to answer, “Alright. I still don’t think I’m getting sick.”
He hummed in acknowledgement, not knowing how to answer either. Eventually his eyes slid over towards the shrine and he noticed the shine of the new coin. He reached over her to grab it, “You’ve got a new wish though, it seems.”
Her mouth flew open as a bright red blush took over her face, “No!”
“No?” He raised an eyebrow, “You’re just randomly donating five yen to me now?”
“No! I just… I didn’t… want you to see that.” She hid her face as she took a breath.
“…But you put it on my shrine.”
“I know what I did.” She hissed back before letting out a loud groan.
“So you have a wish for me…” He tried to figure out the situation out loud, a puzzled expression, “But you don’t want me to know what it is?”
“Yes!” She answered, exasperated.
He blinked back at her, his expression unchanging.
“I know it’s stupid, okay.” She jumped up from the bed and crossed the room, unable to look at him.
She didn’t hear him get up but she felt the gentle touch of his hand at her wrist, “Any wish of yours is never stupid.”
Hiyori turned around and met his gaze, though she didn’t answer.
“My question is just, what aren’t you comfortable telling me?” He took his hand back to his side and placed it at his hip, “Knowing you, it’s probably something to help someone else.”
“No, it’s selfish.” She mumbled, looking down at her feet.
Yato scoffed, “I doubt it.”
“It is!” She raised her voice and looked up at him fiercely, “It’s something that would ask you to put my wants above many others.”
Donning a more serious expression, he took both of her hands in his and asked, “What is your wish, Hiyori?”
The tears immediately started streaming down her face and she swallowed a sob as she let out, “Don’t ever cut ties with me. No matter what Tenjin-sama says. Or Kazuma-san. Or Bishamon-san or Ebisu-san or… or anybody else.”
His eyes darkened, “Have they said anything to you?”
She shook her head, “No! No, not recently… I just, I just… I don’t want to lose you.” She grasped at his wrists as her knees started to buckle, “I… can’t stop thinking about it. When you have to do it… for other people. And I don’t—I don’t want someone else to decide what’s best for me.”
He let her fall into him and guided her down onto the floor, mostly into his lap. “We’ve been down that road before, Hiyori. And you told me that you didn’t want that. Until the day that you tell me you’ve changed your mind, I will always respect that.” He ran a hand through her hair soothingly.
She looked up at him, correcting, “I won’t ever change my mind.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.” He dug in his jacket pocket and held out the five yen coin, “And technically I don’t need this.”
Hiyori shoved it back towards him, closing his fist, “Consider it insurance for you to keep your word.”
“I’m a little hurt that you don’t trust me, but fine.” He pocketed it again but gave a pout.
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[.......It's been several minutes now. Standing. Staring. Only a couple of steps away from the doorway to the fourth and final floor, and yet..
Y o u r f e e t w o n ' t m o v e . . .
You're shivering. Violently. You're honestly surprised no one in the party has commented yet, there's no way they haven't noticed but..
Ah. Right.
It's still the first time for them, isn't it? They may not know.. May not remember? What it feels like to be crushed under those massive iron fists but they can likely take a few guesses. It's a grim prospect by any measure, really.
But! But you've made it this far. Again. This time you have to... You have to gather everything inside you and take that step forward, you can't keep putting this off
...oh but you can you can you can you can
..You shouldn't keep putting this off.
All it's doing is prolonging the utterly inevitable.
....On far too many levels.
Digging down deep, you finally manage, almost shocked to feel your own legs shudder into motion finally, hearing Isa The Fighter ask if you're ready and your own voice softly replying, as if from a million miles away.
Nothing is real right now. Everything is prickles and fog and a turning in your stomach you almost wish was that familiar tug. Anything.. Anything to get out of facing this again, even knowing there's no way it would be that easy.
Nothing is going to save you.
At least it's quick from here, one foot in front of the other and you're already face to giant face with Him. Trying to ignore the strands of hair that drape all around you, trying desperately not to think about spiders and webs and being trapped trapped trapped-
He's saying something. The party are replying. The words wash over you, once you would have skipped this but it's almost comforting to hide behind this one last moment of respite, grasping at these final moments like one condemned to execution might.
All too soon it starts, you find your dagger in your hand, no memory of drawing it, some kind of gut instinct cutting through even your deep rooted terror and dissociated state to make sure you at least have this, frankly fairly useless, line of protection. You watch, calling out tactics and directions,
its not so bad. At first.
Right up until you feel his eyes lock onto you, blood freezing at that very, very familiar expression. Somewhere between pity, regret and absolute resolve.
It's coming - This next move never misses!
You hear a voice cutting through the fog, yelling at Mira The Housemaiden to prepare her shield, everything is slow motion as she prepares her craft, it's taking too long too long too.. Ah! You feel something envelop you, like a bubble of warmth, just in time as the King bears down with his own finalized attack.
....Nothing.
You don't feel anything. In place of that horrific vision of the future is nothing more than a harmless flash of light, bouncing off the invisible force that now surrounds you.
IT WORKED?!!!
...It worked......
Time to push the advantage! The second time comes quickly, but you all understand now, you barely have to shoot her a nod before that feeling surrounds you again, laughing in a manner that comes dangerously close to unhinged as it bounces off you again.
How many times? How many blinding times did he kill you with that exact move?! And just like that, it's rendered entirely inert. The power is intoxicating.
And then it's over.
Once again you pause. It's over now... But you still have to finish things. Still need to make that long walk to the High Housemaiden.
There's something almost hilariously cruel about this whole situation, not that you hadn't noticed long before this point.
Giving you back what you lost, giving you the chance to finally do what you never could. Giving you one last shot at redeeming your failures.
Yet the only reward is losing it all again. No.. Not just that - it's being forced to willingly give it away by your own void blasted hands!
The Universe must be laughing itself sick in this moment. If it's watching at all....
But the show must go on.
With a drop of your shoulders you can only hope no one else notices you make the long trudge, reality fading away once more as you force yourself to approach. To speak.
...She forces you to talk to the others first. Because of course she does. Because of course there can be no needle not shoved as deep as possible into your proverbial eye, can there?!
Eventually though, she relents. You hear the words you have only heard from so far away before now. Staring at her blankly as you wait.
You don't wait long.
You feel. A tug. On your stomach.
....
You awaken under the same old favor tree. Sitting on the same root you always have. Staring down at your own star filled hands as you feel the tears start to fall. You're back... Back to this... And this is what you deserve you know that! You gave up, you failed, you can never make it right and you can never escape what you now are but.. but...
You drag one hand over your eyes to push away the tears, the other resting on the star at the center of your chest as you breath in... And out.......
You can't let him see you like this.
.....There. You're calm again. It's fine.
........
Back to the stage.]
#loop.txt#[drabble]#[action post]#[m!a: bodyswapped]#[m!a over]#((#spoilers#act 6 spoilers#act 2 spoilers#))
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The Watcher (mono x reader)
Chapter 7
Y/N Pov
We all jumped over to the other plank and ran through an open plank that was leading to yet another room 'I can't stop thinking about that hug-'
Shrugging away my thoughts I looked at the new room, more hanging clothes and another broken door nice, everything seems so similar
Slowly a strange noise entered my ears 'what is that? Wait no.. the signal- where is mono?!' I frantically looked away from the strange hanging clothes, I noticed six looking too "how could he have slipped past us!" I shrugged
I quickly squinted at the broken door 'could he really fit through that..' I ran towards it and slipped inside, instantly getting a headache has the loud blare of the signal pounded into my ears, my head was ringing and pulsing in pain
I held onto my head with my hands and noticed mono I started to head in his direction the fastest I could, when I finally reached him I yanked him out of the TV my breathing was gradually getting faster in panic
We both fell onto the floor making a loud sound, he was on top of me 'again oh-' I moved away from him slightly nervous at what I had just witnessed him doing 'how was he inside the TV?' He looked at me for a second and reached out a hand to say something when six finally arrived
"What happened everything was so loud!" She said in slight panic yet she gave mono a look like she already knew what happened "...lets just keep going" he said in a serious tone not facing either of us I stared at his back for a few seconds then looked away
I just trailed behind him and six, pulling myself up the ledge of the window with a sigh 'at least all this moving is making me stronger' dropping down I landed on a trash bin that smelled foul and horrid
Quickly jumping out of it I hummed and rubbed my clothes off in discomfort at how unsanitary everything was, looking up I spotted mono waiting for me, I moved to his side and fell into a walk besides him
Up ahead I spotted another trash bin "oh are you kidding me?" I cursed under my breath not realizing I had spoke out loud until I heard a soft chuckle come from mono, I blushed in embarrassment rubbing behind my neck I looked away from him
We all gripped onto the trash bin and pulled it away to reveal a metal fence with a cut away hole that we could squeeze through, slipping in after mono I looked up and noticed a huge school 'oh hell no'
There was a giant clock that seemed to be shaped like an eyeball, I looked away and noticed a seesaw along with two soccer nets one of them missing there netting
Feeling a hand grip onto me I already could tell it was mono by the warmth I felt deep in my chest, six motioned us over and we saw a long line of cloth handing out of a window
I slowly let go of his hand and let him start to climb up, I follower after him sighing in annoyance 'man why are we going inside.. we should just go around or something'
Plopping inside the building I watched as they both looked forwards, I glanced to the left and saw a creepy ass painting of a women "um guys.. you might wanna see this" I spoke slowly pointing up at it
They both stepped over to me and looked to where I was pointing "we isn't that comforting" spoke mono has six gave a laugh I just shivered and looked away from her creepy face
We continued down the hallway coming to halt when we spotted another painting, everyone just stared in silence creeped out by her haunting face except this time she was missing her eyes..
"Mono pull down that switch.. quick shes freaking me out" I spoke quietly looking towards him, he nodded and did as told I smirked to myself a bit, I felt six nudge me she wiggled her eyebrows at me
Everything went dark and we looked back to the painting seeing a light shine through her.. well eyeholes, I grabbed onto a block and threw it at the painting with force, smiling when it fell over
In its place was a hole through the thick wall, we all shared a look and then pulled ourselves through the opening, inside I saw a tiny chair and lots of writing in chalk
We spent a couple of minutes trying to think of what we were suppose to do next, I rubbed my head in thought and walked forward stumbling over the uneven floor "wait a minute-" I practically facepalmed myself
Mono walked over to me and brushed against my side causing me to blush in surprise jumping up and he the same and the floor felt out from beneath us, I landed right on him again "why am I always falling on you!" He peered up at me "because you're falling for me" he said in amusement
Six snickered from behind us I quickly slid off of him hearing him groan in annoyance quietly, strange noises were all around us has we crouched down and journeyed on
After a bit of going forward we had to do some slight jumping which wasn't too complicating, I made a noise and pulled on the vent, mono came over and helped me tug it away
We all went through the vent and fell about a medium distance down "ow-" I spoke under my breath when I landed wrong hurting my foot just a bit, mono patted my back and looked ahead at a knocked over locker
Six arrived at my other side she looked kinda annoyed I felt the same. School was literally just a horrible place where nobody could have freedom or fun
'Here goes nothing."
#little nightmares x reader#little nightmares six#little nightmares mono#little nightmares#mono x reader#x reader
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Introducing ✿ * · juliette ryan || twenty four || florist
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hi all! im allie! i go by she/her pronouns and i’m from the cst timezone. i’m super excited to be here and write with everyone! feel free to like this and i can come to you about plots!
a little birdy told me JULIETTE RYAN just moved to sunset hills. have you met them yet ? they look somewhere around TWENTY - FOUR, if i had to guess ! pretty sure i heard them driving down the street playing RECKLESS DRIVING by LIZZY MCALPINE , they sounded a little pitchy but they had the spirit ! must be their favorite or something. hey … it looks like they just moved into DUSK DRIVE . have you heard about what they do for a living ? someone told me they’re a FLORIST , but who knows if that’s even true. guess we’re just gonna have to wait and see. nervous ? maybe you should be. sunset speaks just posted about them … apparently they're RESIDENT ID #013 ? between you and me , i think that might spark some things in the community … but what do i know ! you guys might get along just fine !
quick facts:
full name: juliette elizabeth ryan
nickname: jules, julie
birth date: march 15
age: 24
hobbies: reading, writing, music
how she would spend a rainy day: curled up in bed with soft music playing in the background as she reads or curled up on the couch with the fireplace going and binge-watching a good show or guilty pleasure show/movie.
spending habits: juliette is a strong believer in the ‘treat yourself’ philosophy so she’s not great with saving.
Smokes: too much. tried to quit, but quickly started back
drinks: she’s a social drinker, but loves a good cider at home. an absolute whore for a good margarita.
other drugs: occasional weed.
juliette has always been quite well off. she was an only child in a well off family in manhattan. her mother and father both loved each other and had a decently happy marriage.
her parents challenged jules to work hard for what she wanted. they always pushed her to be a better version of herself and to always at least try for what seemed like unattainable.
around the age of nineteen, juliette moved to Cali with her cousin. They split the cost of an apartment and started school together. jules wanted to be a writer. it was something unattainable, but it was the strongest desire she had ever had. she worked her ass off in her classes, always looking for ways to improve her skill.
apartments cost money and jules was running low. she never was able to save very well. she found a help wanted sign in a small florist shop and even though she had no experience, she applied. she has been working at ‘petal and bloom’ ever since.
juliette has been writing under a pen name. something one of her professors challenged her to do to gain more confidence in her writing. Well, he didn’t exactly say to write under a pen name. he just told her she needs to get her writing out there... the pen name was more her idea.
she has her own instagram where she reviews books and somehow gained enough of a following to have a few fans on an email list. on this email list, she gives them exclusive previews of the novel she’s currently writing.
headcanons:
jules is a big softy. she embodies kindness and compassion and brings comfort to every room she enters. pretty much a friend to all.
she’s a bit of a people pleaser.. therefore its pretty easy for her to fall into peer pressure.
her music taste is impeccable and she knows it. everything from the 60s to now. her playlist is all over the place, but it’s got something for everyone on it.
she smokes.. more than she should. she tries to hide it. she knows its an awful habit, but she started when she was seventeen and its been more of a stress relief than anything. she also will occasionally smoke weed, but typically only in the company of good friends or at a party.
the THINGS she would do for a good ass margarita.. i mean who wouldn’t but omg
been in maybe 3 serious relationships?? the first being in high school, the second being at around 20, and the third being around 22. its not that she isn’t good with relationships, but she hasn’t found one that stuck. been in TONS of situationships bless her heart.
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