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magics-neptunes-things · 3 months

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One Love (2)

Hello everyone!

After several requests for Luna, here again. The requests can be found here, here and here. I know I haven’t answered all the suggestions you’ve made, but it gives me more ideas for other stories/chapters so it’s pretty cool right?

Also, I have absolutely not reread what I wrote, apologies if there are mistakes.

Enjoy!

TW : Jealousy, suggestive

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5

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Lucy was looking at her girlfriend with pride. She was gutted when she learned that her team wasn’t qualified to play the Olympics Games, which was quite understandable. But now in her WAG era, she can’t be anything except proud of her girlfriend. She just has to shoot a glance at Lia to know that she’s proud of her own girlfriend too. Her friendship with her was unexpected to be honest. But when Ona mentioned that she could assist the final of the UEFA National League with the Swiss Woman, Lucy didn’t refuse. She didn’t know personally Lia, but some of her friends did and she always heard good things about her.

And since they had a great time together at Sevilla, Lucy proposed at Lia to watch the game together. They weren’t in the family section, but Lucy is wearing a Spanish jersey with the number 2 and O. Batlle written on the back. She couldn’t be more obvious than that. Lia chooses to be more subtle and was wearing a bracelet with Spanish color and Mariona’s number writing in white.

“She’s looking for you” Lia says to Lucy.

Ona was actually in the pitch, her eyes scanning the crowd. Lucy told her where she will be sat, but it’s difficult to see when the stadium is full like today. Laia Aleixandri came to hug Ona and exchange a few words with her, before starting to look at the crowd too.

“They are so bad at this” Lucy laughs.

“Mario didn’t find me either” Lia smiles.

But it doesn’t really matter, both know that they will find their girlfriends later for the celebration. Ona is disturbed in her research by Aitana, coming to jump on her back and taking her to go to the ceremony and be cover with her gold medals. Another one to add to the Spanish collection.

With a pout on her face, Ona let Aitana take her by the arm, leading her where they’re supposed to be. But Ona turns her head one last time and that’s when she saw her. Her face light up in an almost funny way and Lucy just wave at her. Ona wave back, making a heart with her hands before following Aitana, her heart lighter now.

***

Almost two hours later, Ona can finally go to the room where their family and friends are. She just out of the shower and her hair are still wet from it, but she just wants to see her girlfriend. She thought that now that they both live in Barcelona being away from her will be less difficult. How was she wrong. Being apart from Lucy is harder everyday and she can’t remember how she survived the long-distance relationship at first. Her being in Manchester and Lucy in Barcelona, they were way more apart than together. Even if they managed to have quality time, like the day when Lucy went to see her play, it was hard. And she was missing Lucy a lot.

Lucy’s smiling when she saw Ona and the younger one can’t resist and almost jump in her arms. She saw an edit of her almost crashing in Lucy’s arms at each beginning of games and Lucy teased her a lot about it.

This time, the English woman pick her and squeeze her hard in her arms, lifting her feet off the ground a few centimeters. Ona laughs and put a kiss in her neck, before being putting on the ground again.

“You were amazing. Like always. I’m so proud of you Ona, I swear” mumbles Lucy, stroking Ona’s cheek.

The brunette blushes, unable to keep looking at her girlfriend. Her smile is wide anyway and Lucy has to work on herself not to kiss her like crazy right now. She knows those kinds of kisses will come later, in their hotel room. Or Ona’s hotel room, in which Lucy intends to impose herself tonight.

“I love you” whispers Lucy in Ona’s hear after taking her against her one more time.

Ona looks at her this time, still with her big smile on her face.

“I love you too, Luce. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for one million. Plus, I have my new bestie now.”

Ona follows Lucy gaze on Lia and Mariona, standing a few meters from them, and chuckle lightly. And, because she’s still in her girlfriend’s arms, she lets herself go a little more against Lucy. The dark hair woman kiss her hair softly before releasing her.

“Go say hi to your family, your brother is here and I think he misses you. I’ll try those margaritas. I see you later superstar.”

Ona pouts but let Lucy push her in the right direction. To be honest, she missed her brother, her sister-in-law and her parents too. She went for them under Lucy’s gaze, before the English woman went to the bar.

Lucy let Ona enjoy her night with her teammates and family, even if she knows a lot of them. She’s happy for the Spanish team, a lot of them are her friends too after all. She talks with Jenni with whom she hasn’t had much exchange since her departure for Mexico, but which she is happy to meet again.

She talked with Mariona too, Cata and Aitana. It’s only when she’s talking to Alexia about the new restaurant in their neighborhood that she feels a twist in her stomach.

“You’re not watching your girl, Bronzey?” asks Jenni with a smirk, cutting their conversation.

Frowning, Lucy immediately looks for Ona’s figure in the crowd. She spots her quickly in a corner of the room, talking with someone. Well Lucy wouldn’t have a problem with Ona talking to someone, but this someone having their hand on her girlfriend, it’s something else.

“Who’s this?” she asks Alexia.

The blonde looks in the same direction before answering. She frowns too and it piques Lucy’s curiosity. Usually, Alexia knows everyone, even from afar. No matter who this girl is, she still has a hand on Ona’s shoulder and holds her hand with the second.

The English girl feels her blood bubbling in her veins. She was never jealous before Ona, she was more the kind of girl who can let her girlfriend for a two weeks journey without her. She can’t even imagine this kind of things with Ona. It’s not that she didn’t trust her girlfriend, she knows Ona would never do anything like that. But she didn’t trust the world, who doesn’t seem to be able to resist Ona’s charm.

Lucy’s jaw is tightened when Ona looks up in her direction. But Lucy realizes immediately the look of distress from Ona. She didn’t need more, putting her glass in Jenni’s hands before crossing the room to take her girlfriend back.

“Hola” Lucy says when she’s next to Ona.

She heard them talking in Catalan and thanks to Ona, her Catalan is way better than it was before. Next to her, Ona seems to be relaxing and it’s only now that she’s by her side that Lucy realizes how uncomfortable her girlfriend was.

“Hola mi Vida” Ona smiles, before turning at Lucy’s opponent “Lucy, this is Maria. Maria, you know Lucy?”

Lucy can’t say if it’s because of her burning look, but the named Maria release Ona almost immediately, to their relief. Still keeping her eyes on Maria, Lucy takes Ona by her waist, dragging her against her body. But Ona let her do it, knowing how much Lucy can struggle with her jealousy sometimes.

Lucy learns that this Maria is here because she’s a great friend from Atheana and as Ona and Maria talked, she didn’t let Ona go. Ona’s hand finds their way to Lucy’s back pocket, the English woman smirking at the movement.

Atheana finally comes to take her friend back and If Ona says goodbye, Lucy only responds with a vague gesture of the head. Ona let a sigh of relief go, sticking against Lucy.

“Thanks for coming for me” Ona whispers.

But Lucy only grumbles, still looking at Maria who is now talking to Teresa. She only takes her eyes away from her when Ona kisses her jaw.

“Who was this bitch touching you?”

Ona flinches a little at the question, dragging Lucy’s attention once again. She doesn’t want to hide anything to her though, so she answers with all her sincerity.

“Maria. We… Well, we had a thing, some years ago” Ona confesses, looking carefully at Lucy’s face.

Lucy knows she doesn’t have the right to be jealous, Ona had a life before her, and she knows it. But still. Having her brain picturing her girlfriend with someone else is always something very disturbing for her.

“And why your ex thinks it’s ok to touch you the way she did?” Lucy groans

“I don’t know. I try to escape her grip but when I took a step back, she moved forward by two.” Ona answers, still looking deeply at Lucy, before asking. “Do you maybe want some fresh air?”

“Yes please”

Without waiting a little more, Ona takes Lucy’s hand to drag her outside. It was cold now that the night is well advanced and Ona shivers almost immediately. Lucy sees it, of course, and opens her arms in invitation for her girlfriend. The younger one doesn’t hesitate to stick to Lucy, who then tightens her arms around her, locking her with her in her jacket.

Rocking themselves lightly, Lucy let her lips slide along Ona’s temple. The Spaniard has her face against Lucy neck and really thinks she can fall asleep just like that. She can smell and feel Lucy everywhere and it’s her favorite place to be.

“When was it?” Lucy asks suddenly.

“What?” Ona mumbles almost sleepily, pulling her face out of Lucy’s neck.

“You and this… Maria”

“Oh. It was way before you.”

“Well, I hope so. I’d have to kill her otherwise.”

Ona giggles lightly, kissing her girlfriend softly on her lips. She missed this feeling too, Lucy’s lips are way softer than she expects at first. And she loves it.

“It was before Feli. In like 2018, 2019 I think” answers Ona after the kiss, playing with Lucy’s baby hair on her neck.

“And why didn’t it work with her?”

Her tone was less aggressive now, Lucy being genuinely intrigued by the answer. Ona almost never talks about her past relationships; Lucy isn’t even sure that she can name all of Ona’s exes.

“I don’t really know” Ona answers “We were young and the long-distance relationship wasn’t really for us. At the end we were just fighting for everything, anytime. It was really tiring honestly. She was the one who broke up, but it was definitely better this way.”

Lucy hums, looking at her girlfriend with a thoughtful gaze. Ona didn’t take hers away, her arms still around her neck. But then Lucy seems to come back to herself and tighten her arms around Ona’s waist.

“Well, she had her chance. Now you’re mine.”

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Hours later, Lucy’s watching Ona came back to reality under her, a smirk on her face. They had their personal celebration after the official, Lucy following Ona in her hotel room. They didn’t really ask the permission to be honest, but as soon as the door was close behind them, nothing mattered.

Letting Ona catch her breath again, Lucy kisses slowly her cheeks, her nose, her neck and every part of her face. Soon after she can feel Ona smiling under her lips and that’s the moment when she kisses her lips.

“You okay Princesa?” she whispers against her lips.

“Couldn’t be better” Ona mumbles. “You?”

“More than that” Lucy assures her.

Ona smiles but doesn’t let Lucy gets up from the bed when the English woman try to, wrapping her hands around Lucy’s body. Even under the explanation that she was just going to get them a bottle of water, Ona doesn’t release her.

“I had to live almost a month without you. Don’t hope to take a step without me being less than fifty centimeters from you.”

Lucy laughs, lying again with the Spaniard in her bed. She lets Ona’s hand stroke her body, with much more tenderness and much less eagerness and almost despair than some minutes ago.

They look at each other, each of them in her own head. Ona is thinking about their time together from the beginning, the first time they really talked at Lucy Stanisford’s wedding. How she blushed when she cross Lucy’s eyes an awful number of times during the night, before Lucy came to talk to her. They immediately click together, like to part of the same orange. Lucy was everything she always wished for and she never has been so happy in her life before her.

In Lucy’s head, however…

“I’m going to marry you, one day.”

“What?”

In fact, Ona perfectly understood the words that have just passed Lucy’s lips.

“I’m going to marry you, one day.”

Lucy does not hesitate to repeat herself, without leaving Ona’s face. It’s not a question, rather an information she gives to Ona. The brunette didn’t answer at first, before biting her lips.

“Don’t say that” she whispers.

“Why?” Lucy says, a little louder than Ona “I thought you wanted to get married?”

They had this conversation some weeks ago and Ona confessed her desire to get married with Lucy and having a family with her too. It was something Lucy wanted to too, so Ona’s reaction is a little hard to understand for her at this moment.

“I do” the Spaniard answers, taking one of Lucy’s hands in hers to play with her fingers. “But my abuela always said not to talk about the things we want too often because it attracts the evil eye or bad luck. And what you just said... there’s nothing I want more than that."

Lucy holds back from rolling eyes in front of so much superstition, content to deposit a delicate kiss on the lips of her girlfriend.

"There is no evil eye, no bad luck, no one who will stop us. Don’t worry about that."

It’s hard for Ona not to believe what Lucy just said. Although the words were whispered, there is such a strength of conviction in each of them that Ona cannot doubt it.

"I love you, Ona. I love you so much and I swear I will fight for us every day of my life if I have to. You are my everything, no one will ever take that away from you."

Ona’s crying now, overwhelmed by so much love. She takes Lucy’s face between her hands and kiss her with all the love, the affection and the passion she has for her. She’s not sure that it proves almost the half of all her feelings, but she try.

And she will try maybe a lot of time more this same night.

#woso imagine #ona batlle #woso fanfics #ona batlle imagine #ona batlle x lucy bronze #lucy bronze x ona batlle #lucy bronze #lucy bronze imagine

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miloformula123fan · 1 day

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300 followers celebration

okay wtf guys im actually gonna cry :). thank y'all so much for all the love you have given me.

im gonna start by apologising because I have not been that active. i went and saw challengers, started watching ted lasso and got into professional cycling, and my exams are just about to finish and im gonna be honest i have been just reading fanfiction based on those. (because my ADHD hyperfixation has hit this point)

also small apology to the people waiting on the bachelor fic, i've rewritten the first chapter twice, but rest assured once i get the first chapter out of the way, the next few will come in quicker

But I am getting back into the hot men of f1, thank god, and initially this celebration was going to be closer to july, but here we are, and so this event will run a while.

Basically to explain it's an f1 x olympics!reader :) because i have a hyperfixation on the olympics

Rules:

Pick 1 letters, one for the person and one number for the reader's sport - i will then make a moodboard AND A small blurb :) (cause i need to get out of the writing slump)

my guidelines are here

i am only writing for the drivers and related people listed (but if you really want another driver, chuck it in my inbox and ill probably make it anyway)

this is only for moodboards and short blurbs, however my requests will remain open through the celebration so if you're inspired by this but want something else instead feel free to head to my inbox :)

please be patient - it may take me a few hours to do yours, but depending on how many requests I get, it could take a few days

please specify gender, else i'll probably make it gender neutral

for now no limit on how many requests 1 person can submit, but if i get overwhelmed I will

i will take description requests, face claim requests, blurb requests, country requests, whatever you want to specify BUT all I need is 1 letter, 1 number and a gender for reader :)

the event will close on the 11th of august (when the olympics end) (and also so i have a little bit of a time before a birthday celebration!)

NOW TO THE CELEBRATION:

PICK 1 LETTER - ONE FOR DRIVER

AND PICK 1 NUMBER - ONE FOR READER

drivers!

A - Alex Albon

B - Ollie Bearman

C - Charles Leclerc

D - Mick Schumacher

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F - Fernando Alonso

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H - Liam Lawson

I - Peter Bonnington

J - Jack Doohan

K - Kimi Raikkonen

L - Lewis Hamilton

M - Max Verstappen

N - Lando Norris

O - Oscar piastri

P - Pierre Gasly

Q - Logan Sargeant

R - Daniel Ricciardo

S - Carlos Sainz

T - Yuki Tsunoda

U - Lance Stroll

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X - Paul Aron

Y - Toto Wolff

Z - Jenson Button

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taglist of people who i hope are interested (if not just ignore :) ):

@barcelonaloverf1life, @leosxrealm, @tallrock35, @wolf-knights, @janeholt3, @badblondebisexualboy, @ghostking4m, @fate-posts, @evelyn-4034, @jupiter-je-taime, @redcrescentmoons, @youraveragebritishamerican, @v3lnys, @thatonesblog, @seventeendevotee, @annegrey, @pear-1206, @alchemxx

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joanofexys · 2 months

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Can you talk more about Florian and Mara airing out the Ravens dirty laundry? You mentioned it on my RIP Riko meme post and I’ve been curious about it. (Also just talk more about those OCs too if you wanted. Who are they n what’s their deal?)

with TSC now out I've been able to refine them and some of their facts and also more of what they'd spill about the Ravens and their experiences

putting this under the cut for TSC spoilers and also cause it'll probably be a long post

quick rundown of Mara and Florian's characters ig

Florian Laska (he/they):

19 years old

extremely bisexual

an early recruit to the Ravens who graduated high school early with the intent of running away from his mother as soon as possible

started playing for the Ravens at age 16

started as dealer but now plays as a striker

got a severe injury "in a scrimmage" with the Ravens that resulted in the loss of his leg, he continues playing with a prosthetic

fingers are heavily mishapen from being broken so many times and never set

dropped out Edgar Allan University for reasons still unknown (refusal to explain to the press)

wanted to be a nursing student

at the time of TSC is the youngest recruit for the olympic court and plays with fellow former raven Mara Fasil

commitment issues

covered in scars the most noticable being around his wrists, self harm scars, and a bite mark on his neck

learned french from Jean and Mara and bits and pieces of arabic and berber from Mara

told Kevin if his hand didn't get better they could just chop it off and give him a new one like they did with Florian's leg

Mara Fasil (she/her):

23 years old

if I did my math right she would've been a junior at the time Florian started with the Ravens

i don't actually remember if the Ravens have rules against partners being different genders but um if they do then fuck that because Mara was Florian's partner and they're still unhealthily codependent

wanted to major in architecture

she's lost track of how many times her nose has been broken but she's pretty sure it's in the double digits. has been pressured to get surgery to straighten it and refuses to

a raging lesbian who's also a raging asexual

personally i think she should date thea but idk ig i can't have everything

a dealer

still has not adjusted to 24 hour days

graduated in 4 years instead of the expected 5 which was partially motivated by Florian dropping out

ANYWAY these two are major troublemakers especially for their Olympic teammates. Florian is typically much more subdued and grounded than Mara who is more hot tempered and has trouble watching her mouth except for that time that Florian yelled at Tetsuji in front of a bunch of players from a variety of teams (and immediately threw up) (this was post leaving the Ravens)

Mara has a bad habit of just not shutting her mouth around the press now that she's allowed to be in front of them. she will not so subtly imply that most of her injuries are not from innocent practices and games. Has engaged in twitter discourse by dropping memes (specifically dropped one of that grant gustin peace sign meme with riko's name on the grave and "me" written over grant gustin shortly after riko's death)

Florian's exposure of the Ravens is largely from slip ups in front of the press. Pulled a Kevin Day "did you never know I've never been skiing" implying him losing his leg wasn't caused by a really bad scrimmage injury and was a lot more purposeful than that. Refused to meet with the press for 3 months following the incident.

it's almost impossible to catch the two separately. and if they aren't seen together they're always with someone else (usually Emiko or another member of the Olympic team, who did not sign up for this shit rip). Florian specifically has a godawful time not being with someone 24/7 (if he's at an Exy event and can't find any of his team he will purposefully seek out other Ravens, usually Kevin or Jean if he can find them, or Thea if she's there)

It's by the time TSC rolls around/the end of TKM that Florian starts getting pissed off enough to start purposefully dropping hints to the press about the Ravens. When the investigation starts and Tetsuji resigns a lot of his comments become a lot more targeted and it eventually results in Jeremy seeing enough that he contacts Kevin to get Florian's contact info so he can hopefully get some answers (he is only somewhat successful and Florian tells him it's only cause he has such a pretty face)

I don't know how yet but one of them, Florian I think, has some ties to the Moriyama's albeit distant that manage to snag them some level of protection from Ichirou so they don't yk get killed

Florian has visible scarring he does often hint at coming from other Ravens and it being purposeful. Mara has outright stated she was a target of many of her teammates. Mara has also called the Ravens a shit team which Florian then tried to smooth over and failed to do so (couldn't call them a good team without implying they're only that successful cause they play dirty)

Florian's a lot more snarky (and really just an outright cunt) in private and without cameras in his face but if he's being hounded enough it'll come out and he has flipped off more reporters than he'd like to admit

basically they're stupid and stumbling their way through dealing with the press for the first time in their lives and it just happens to coincide with the Ravens having the WORST time

that's where i'm leaving it cause this shit has gotten too long omg though i'd love to talk about Em and Ilya at some point I cannot keep writing an essay on these guys lmao

#ty for asking about them!#asks #aftg #aftg ocs #my ocs #all for the game #tsc #just in case

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 2 years

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Doubt: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

Your entire team heads back to the police station to try and convince the lawyer if it's possible to hold Nathan any longer than seventy-two hours, but you know that won't go over well. The local police stay at the crime scene to clean it up, so you're not worried about that right now.

"Tubbs' lawyer has been here for the last hour demanding we release him. What's happened out there?" Hotch asks when your team gets back to the station.

"We have a copycat."

"Do you want to tell me why the hell my client hasn't been released?" Paul asks angrily from across the room.

"Cut me some slack here, Paul," Jim sighs.

"You've got another murder and a note from the real killer."

"We're discussing that."

"I'm not saying he's not a creep. I'm just saying he didn't do this."

"Just take a seat, please. Okay? Come on. Give us a second."

"Is everybody still in the conference room?" Gideon wonders.

"Yeah."

"How long can you hold that lawyer off?"

"Are you kidding? I was a prosecutor. I can hold him off for days," Hotch smirks, leaving your side to talk to Paul.

You head to the conference room where everyone else is. This whole case got everyone arguing because half of the team thinks Nathan is the killer and you've got a copycat, but the other half thinks Nathan is innocent since there is nothing to tie him to the crimes.

"So you think we're making a mistake, huh?" Gideon asks Derek.

"I know we're tired. There's a lot of pressure. We all want to believe that profile is right."

"It is right, Derek," you argue.

"What if we're wrong? Tubbs enticed that girl to get in his car. There's nothing to suggest that the unsub has ever done that before."

"There's also nothing to suggest he hasn't."

"I know how bad cops want to believe they got the right guy. I've been on both sides of that."

"Derek, how can you not see what's going on here? This last kill had a completely different signature and you know it."

"I know I also know that Richard Jewell fit the profile of the Olympic Bomber to a 'T' and he was innocent, but the accusations tore apart his life."

"Yeah? Well, how about the fact that I have been able to see nothing but red energy until this last crime scene, huh? This one was blue! A woman killed this last one."

"Even if you're right, Y/N, a jury isn't going to put him away because you see the world through energies and auras."

You thought Derek believed in what you can do, but it looks like he's only supported you because you've proven to be right in the past. He doesn't believe in what you can do, and it makes you wonder how many others feel that way about you. Do they really believe, or are they just pretending around you?

"I can't believe we're actually thinking about letting Tubbs go," JJ scoffs, trying to move the conversation away from this fight.

"JJ, we got no evidence. Tubbs' lawyer is not gonna let him talk, so we're not about to get a confession out of him."

"Yeah, but we can still hold him for another forty-eight more hours."

"You can't hold a suspect indefinitely with no evidence."

"Not indefinitely, forty-eight hours. It's enough time to clear the campus."

"If you let Nathan go, he will kill again! He's a liar and a killer. I can't believe after all this time, you don't trust me to make the right decision!" you argue.

"We have no evidence! Last time I checked, it's what we need to charge someone, and Tubbs doesn't have that!"

"Can we please forget about Tubbs for a minute?" Gideon breaks this fight up. "Let's just say we have a copycat. What are we talking about?"

"The most common examples are ones that people don't always think of of being copycats--kids who commit school shootings, and also teen suicides. They tend to come in clusters," Spencer answers.

"With both models, we're talking about an age range that's consistent with the campus," Emily agrees.

"School shootings fit the classic copycat model. They want their own piece of glory."

"Okay, but that doesn't fit with whoever wrote this note," Derek says, taking the note in his hands. "'He's innocent.' It's about freeing Tubbs, not trying to steal any credit."

"So, there might be a partner?"

"Yeah, sure. That's possible, but I think it's highly unlikely. I mean, come on, look at Tubbs. He's a loner. He's antisocial. He's not the partner type."

"Could be more like a groupie," Spencer says. "After Kenneth Bianchi was arrested, he actually convinced a woman he hardly knew to attempt a murder so the police would think the Hillside Strangler was still at large."

"But Nathan subdues his victims first. He's not powerful. Not to mention the stabbing most likely means he's impotent."

"A groupie doesn't have to know that. All they have to believe is that Tubbs answers some need inside them. Whoever wrote this definitely needs something from Nathan."

With nothing against Nathan, Paul has no choice but to let him go. He's not going to let his client sit in agony for another forty-eight hours, so he is released. He is being smart and keeping his head down without a word, but that doesn't stop others from talking.

"I can't believe he is walking out of here. He is going to kill again," you say to Derek.

"It's the right thing to do."

"You and I both know it's not. You're only lying to yourself if you think it is. The next time JJ has to tell someone their friend or daughter's been murdered, well, I'll remember that you thought it was the right thing to do by letting him go."

What you said might have been harsh and mean, but you're too caught up in everyone's emotions to see it. Derek looks offended that you would say that to him, but you walk away from him before he could say something back.

"That was mean," Spencer whispers to you.

"He needed to hear it."

"You still think he's guilty, don't you?" Jim asks.

"Are your security cameras up and running?"

"Yeah."

"Good, we're going to need them," Gideon says instead of answering his question.

If Nathan is truly the killer, then having those security cameras is enough to make sure eyes are on him the whole time. He might not make a move from almost being caught, but he may do it since he doesn't know about the cameras. In the meantime, you're in the girl's dorm since Katie called you to talk to you about something. Spencer is with you to make sure she doesn't spit on you, but you know she only did that because she is angry that her friend died.

"I didn't know who else to call," Katie sighs.

"What is it?"

"Every girl I know is either bleaching her hair or buying a wig, and she goes and dyes her hair dark?"

"Who is?"

"Anna. Everyone is freaked out by all this, but she makes sure that she dresses for the part, or whatever. I didn't know who else to tell this to."

"I agree that it is weird, but it shouldn't be too alarming." Katie bites her lower lip in thought, and you know there is something else. "Is there anything else?"

"I think I saw stories about the murders taped to her wall, and there was, like, blood or something all over them."

"What?"

"What can you tell us about Anna's usual mental state?" Spencer asks.

"I don't know. No one really knows her very well. She doesn't play well with others. I know she cuts herself. She covers it up, but people know."

"Has she ever been violent towards others?"

"I don't think so."

"Does she ever talk about suicide?" Katie looks unsure, but you need her to tell you this if you want to help Anna. "We want to help Anna and the other girls, but we can't if you won't talk to us."

"She talks about it all the time. Everyone makes fun of her, like she thinks she's some goth chick Sylvia Plath."

Spencer steps off to the side and dials Gideon so he can let him know that you have a potential suspect in the latest murder. If you can at least see her room, you'll be able to tell if she was the one who committed Alisha's murder.

"Hey, Gideon, it's Reid. Are Morgan and Prentiss still following Tubbs? ... I think I know who we're looking for."

"It's good that you called us about this."

"It's not just the others who make fun of her. It's me, too," she sighs.

"You can't blame yourself for this. If Anna was planning this for a long time, then there was nothing stopping her from doing so."

"I'm sorry for spitting in your face earlier."

"I forgive you," you smile gently.

Emily and Derek were given orders to follow Anna instead of Nathan because you have a feeling that Anna is going to run into Nathan if she did kill for him. Gideon and Hotch are at the police station watching the monitors to keep an eye on them while it's Derek and Emily's job to keep their ears on them.

Nathan had packed up his things because it seems like he is either fired or he quit due to the whole campus talking about him. If he wanted to kill again, then he couldn't do it here since no one trusts him anymore. He is keeping his head down when Anna cornered him into a tough spot in the courtyard where there are no other people.

Derek and Emily can't move in without either one of them seeing them, so it's up to Gideon and Hotch to keep their eyes on them. The both of them need to get as close as they can until he makes am move on her or either of them admits to murder.

Anna presents a knife to Nathan, but because Hotch and Gideon can't get good audio, they don't know what she is saying. That is, until she offers the knife to him. She wants to be a victim because she can't seem to kill herself. Before Emily and Derek could move in, she stabs him and stabs herself, killing them both.

It's a tragic story that ends with a victim you didn't expect, but Anna was far too gone for you to help her. She was planning this for quite some time now, and only now did she have the courage to actually make the move. It's sad, but you can't focus on that right now.

All you can focus on is what you can control: yours and Spencer's relationship. You finally feel at a place where you're happy being yourself without the burden of your past weighing on your shoulders.

If you're so content, then why do you feel like something bad is coming for you?

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Masterlist: Modern AU (G-K)

updated 2/6/24

Game, Set, Match by xtenn Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony make a friendly bet on the outcome of their tennis game: If he wins, she’ll be his date to an annual dinner. If she wins, he’ll get her off. Later that night, he keeps his word.

get out your map, pick somewhere and just run by pinkmallet Rating: T Status: WIP Summary: Kate and Anthony meet while they are both interrailing in Europe

Ghosts by penny_loaf Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Thomas Dorset-Fife, former professional chef and current co-owner of a struggling bed and breakfast, wakes up from a coma only to discover that his brush with death has left him with the ability to see ghosts. Although the manor his husband Charles inherited is unbelievably filled with fascinating ghosts, each with wild stories about their lives and deaths and afterlives, Tom is particularly intrigued by the story of Kate and Anthony.

give me a photograph (to hang on my wall) by inlovewithimpossibility Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: when colin leaves for a world tour with his girlfriend, benedict fills his spare room with the new girl at his work. anthony is less than impressed.

Glass Houses by kateandanthonyaremyparents Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Anthony was a full-time (surrogate) dad. After the tragic death of his mother, he didn't have a choice. So when he was reunited with his childhood rival, he didn't expect her to be the light that he needed.

Gloria et Regnum by oonbeaat Rating: E Status: WIP Summary: "Gloria": from latin, "glory". "Regnum": from latin, "royalty". Long may Queen Katharine reign.

Gold Rush by Moomin_94 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate Sharma is definitely not going to let anyone distract her from what she came to the olympics to do: win a gold medal

Good Day UK! by anidlequeen Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Kate and Anthony are morning show co-hosts, married to other people. Until, of course, it blows up in their faces.

Good Girls by Moomin_94 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate Sharma is the Head Girl and Anthony Bridgerton lives to annoy her

Good Morning Starshine by Stars_of_Kyber Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Anthony and Kate cannot figure out who's playing I'm Still Standing at their Alexa and waking up their children at an ungodly hour in the morning.

H-O-R-S-E by somethingclearandtrue Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Hyacinth Bridgerton is set to be the star of the freshman basketball team—if a wobbly English grade and an overbearing older brother don't get in her way. Luckily, she has someone in her corner: the new basketball coach, one Kate Sharma. One problem leads to another, and it seems that Kate and Hyacinth's brother can't keep their hands off each other.

Heirlooms by WaterlilyRose Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate gets the Bridgerton family ring stuck on her finger.

Hello! I love you! Call me! by LoveIsStrong Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Kanthony University AU

Here I Go With Nothing by juniper5x5 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: It catches them both off guard, the way he throws his head back with glee, and soon enough Kate is giggling too. It’s terrifying, the way her smile lodges itself into his heart. (Kate and Anthony navigate distance, both geographical and emotional)

Home For Christmas by Mx Kate B Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and Anthony is stuck in an airport, afraid he won’t make it home on time. When he runs into Kate there, he’s content to stay as long as it’s with her.

(his majesty's) pleasure by euphoriapotion Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony help Daphne and Simon move in together.

how it glistened as it fell by Moomin_94 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Forced to see one another at Christmas and yet he still thought of her every week in between. And despite that, the very last person he wanted to see as his flight disappeared from the flight board was Kate Sharma. And even less did he want to see her leaving the car rental line with the very last set of keys in her hand

how shall I correct it? by royalwisteria Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: It begins with a simple deal: Kate gets her Community Center, and Anthony gets a Chief Counsel he won't sleep with. It doesn't remain simple for long.

How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) by moresassythanclassy Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony are desperate for some alone time, but having three kids and a million responsibilities makes it tough. One interruption after the next leads to one very awkward situation, an impromptu discussion about the birds and the bees, and a happy little accident somewhere down the line.

Hush by lookingforthestars Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kathani sleeps with her stepbrother before uni, but it's a one-time thing. Except for the other times.

i can't find the words, so i guess it's time by pentaghastly Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: They make it to the wine cellar. It’s a long, long while before they make it out.

I Didn’t Know I Needed You (Like I Didn’t Know I Needed This Hat) by Searching4paradiso Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Kate Sharma shares sunrises with the guy next door.

I didn’t know that loving you was the happiest I’ve ever been by lookingforthestars Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Anthony is a public trainwreck on the verge of being pushed out of his father’s company. Kate is a tutor struggling to make ends meet. Enter an arrangement that solves both their problems…and creates a lot of new ones.

i don't like a gold rush by alljustrunaways Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate Sharma expected certain challenges when she accepted her offer at Oxford University with a tennis scholarship. She expected the difficulty of balancing her classes with a rigorous training schedule. She expected the sexism, racism, and elitism she would face as a woman of colour on a scholarship at a school teeming with entitled rich kids. She expected the stress of playing at a university level for the first time, going up against some of the best players in the country. She did not expect Anthony Bridgerton.

I don't want to be just a memory, baby by Allatonceyouaretheone Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Anthony Bridgerton is a secretly lonely wreck, wearing the mask of a wealthy fuckboy. He meets a woman who turns his world on its head.

I Dream of You by Mx Kate B (katelai) Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: A modern AU about Kate, currently working her way up the corporate ladder, and her solo nighttime activity to an eerily familiar, yet anonymous, amateur pornographer whose enjoys a good wank on camera.

(I feel) the lavender haze creeping up on me by Moomin_94 Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Anthony had no idea when he walked into his sister's absolutely awful idea to get a tattoo for her eighteenth birthday, that he'd fall in love with the woman about to scar her forever

I Just Called to Say I Love You by moresassythanclassy Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: “What would you want us to do?” she asked the woman quizzically. The woman’s smile suddenly turned sly, and Anthony knew, right then, that he wasn’t going to like what she was about to say. “Well… it might be a little silly, but people have seemed to enjoy it so far. Basically, I’m filming people calling their crush and asking them on a date to see how the other person responds” she finished with a wink. The group stared at her before she cleared her throat and continued. “No silly games, no runarounds, just complete honesty.”

I Think I Know You by utterlycliche Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: They meet. They fight. They get it together by the end.

I Wouldn't Know What to Do by trash4ficsaboutlurv Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony have known each other for more than a decade. Anthony dated Kate's best friend Siena in college and even though that relationship ended a long time ago, it means he's 100% off-limits. Kate has a code. Anthony just thinks she's the most confusing person he's ever met. And also, though he shouldn't say, the prettiest.

I’ll care you even when you tire by girlinaregencynovel Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: Anthony works really late and is a tired baby but Kate takes care of him and puts him to bed

I'll Never Get Over You Getting Over Me by Searching4paradiso Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate Sharma and Anthony Bridgerton were a couple always in sync. Career driven and duty bound to their families. Amongst it all they found time for each other. Life was in sync. Until one day it wasn’t. Except it didn’t happen in one day. It was a slow motion derailment that neither noticed until one day it was staring Kate in the face.

i'm lost, exposed by juniper5x5 Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate is a PI, Anthony is a vampire

I'm on Fire by folklauerate Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: The new addition to the Sharma house is taking forever. It might be because Kate's sleeping with the head of the building company.

I'm so excited about your match by MGMango Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: What he definitely hadn’t expected was to be matched with someone as infuriating as Kate.

If I lose myself tonight by lookingforthestars Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: When Kate finds herself in dire straits, Anthony offers to solve her financial problems in exchange for spending one night with him. One night to do everything he asks of her.

if the shoe fits, walk in it (til your high heels break) by Moomin_94 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Anthony Bridgerton is everything Kate Sharma hates about being at Oxford. Rich and entitled and cocky, so why does she keep ending up with her skirt rucked up around her waist with her fingernails digging into his back

In Bloom by Moomin_94 Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Anthony Bridgerton, Florist Extraordinaire, has been hiding in his shop for a decade, until Lady Kate Sharma walks through the door

In love and death, we don’t decide by lookingforthestars Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Edmund goes for a run and never comes back. In the blink of an eye, Anthony's life changes. Drowning in his responsibilities and burying his grief, he finds himself drawn to Kate, a bright spot in the darkness. What happens when you meet the right person at the wrong time?

In my defense, I have none by kateandanthonyaremyparents Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate goes to Florence to support her bestie Michael at the opening of his exhibit. Little did she expect to meet the poshest and arrogant guy ever.

In Or Out by kateandanthonyaremyparents Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate is on a race against time to be at grand central station at midnight. Anthony asked her to meet him there. For what she didn't know. All she knows is that his lack of true commitment is making her wonder how *real* their three year long relationship truly is..

In The Name of Science by cassianendor Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: After the fifth incident of indecent eating – in which Anthony might as well have performed fellatio on a raspberry ice lolly at the annual employee potluck, and during which Kate may have suffered from a mild cardiac arrhythmia (yet to be determined) – she regrettably admits to herself that Penelope may have been right all along: Anthony is a terribly messy, sloppy eater, and Kate has unquestionably noticed.

Indelible Sins by Mx Kate B Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Anthony Bridgerton is a playboy. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Then one day he meets Kate who constantly challenges him, reminding him how sweet life can be. However, the sins of Anthony’s past are not so easily forgotten.

Is This What Happiness Is? by LilyGoop Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Kate had spent way too many years believing there was no space for love in her life. She was too busy, there was too much to be done. It was not worth it. And then Anthony Bridgerton had walked into her life and proven just how utterly wrong she was. And there they were, on their six-month anniversary. She wanted to show him just how much he meant to her. But what to give a man who already had everything?

it had to be you by ZeGabz Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Tell me if you've heard this story before: the first time they met, they hated each other. The second time they met, they thought they had found the right people. The third time they met, they became friends. They were friends for a long time. And then they weren't. And then they fell in love.

It Is Not Far Enough by lookingforthestars Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Anthony finds out that Kate plans to return to India after they graduate. He does not react well.

it only takes a taste by starkswinterfelling Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: A sequel of sorts to operation: barista (snitches get stitches): as Anthony and Kate begin to grow closer, we can put to bed once and for all who won the bet.

june, after dark by stutteringpeach Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Edwina drags Kate along to her idea of hell—a week in the country to celebrate Daphne Bridgerton's wedding.

just give these loving arms a try, baby by collectionoftulips Rating: E Status: WIP Summary: Anthony Bridgerton is an actor who, after a minor public scandal, decides to go on Strictly Come Dancing to save his reputation. He gets assigned to work with one of the show's new professionals, Kate Sharma.

just go with it by suitsusboth Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Kate mistakenly selects the title of 'viscountess' when she books her flight and the airline think they're doing her a favour by changing her seat to with her (not) husband, the viscount.

Just My Best Friend’s Brother And My Secret Lover by in4yu Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: They had rationalized it as lust and categorized it as an agreement.

Just This Once by BurnerrAccount Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: After losing a bet, Anthony Bridgerton goes on a blind date. He knows nothing will come of it.

Know Your Worth by WaterlilyRose Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate decides she needs to forget about Anthony Bridgerton. It hasn't happened. It will never happen. And Kate needs to stop dreaming it will happen because she can never let it happen anyway. Pity that Anthony is not good at taking hints...

#masterlist #modern au #modern au g-k

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equestrianempire · 3 months

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Willem Greve wins the Rolex Grand Prix inside The Flemish Masters.

The Rolex Grand Prix, the show’s height group, was the culmination of the Dutch Masters, the second Rolex Grand Slam of the calendar month. The Major, the last of the four shows in the Rolex Grand Slam of Show Jumping to honor the initiative’s ten-year anniversary, did so with a flattering festival on Saturday night looking back over the shows from the previous decade.

Fans were eager to see if Richard Vogel, the latest Rolex Grand Slam of Show Jumping life competitor, could win back-to-back Majors in his quest for the sport’s best prize, a task that would require a dramatic field of riders, including the latest European, World, and Olympic champions, who were all hoping to win this prestigious Rolex Grand Prix.

Martin Fuchs, the following to go, was the first to learn Louis Konickx’s extremely built program, and he was the winner of the CPKC ‘ International’ Grand Prix, presented by Rolex at the CSIO Spruce Meadows’ Masters ‘ Tournament. The most of any animal in the group, Leone Jei, is his support, who has jumped eight clears in the Rolex Grand Slam of Show Jumping Majors.

World No. 2 is the next addition to the main area. The flying Frenchman Julien Epaillard was another to pass the 14 mix program, keeping his hopes of becoming the first European horse to win a Major dead. 1 Henrik von Eckermann and King Edward ensured there would be a jump-off with a perfectly judged distinct round. Seven riders from seven different countries were in contention for the jump-off, including German rider Marcus Ehning and the” Dutch Horse of the Year” Harrie Smolders, who lit the residence crowd on fire. Only two more combinations of the remaining riders made it to the second circular, with some of the competition’s favorites like Steve Guerdat and Richard Vogel unwilling to join the special list of riders.

Fuchs set the pace with a distinct in 35.11 hours, but von Eckermann and King Edward immediately took the lead when they crossed the line in 33.74 seconds, making it clear that they were the leading pair in the world. Glows produced a very soft round, but the grief came when he was 0.92 seconds slower. The crowd roared back. Sweden’s victory appeared to be on the line, but French rider Willem Greve and his sea stallion, Highway TN N. O. P., with their perfectly vetted round, won in the final round. only 0.04 hours ahead of the other. Greve thus won his second Rolex Grand Slam of Show Jumping Major as well as a first for the Netherlands, making him the life candidate ahead of the CHIO Aachen in July.

The French horse stated:” I have to squeeze myself – it is amazing. Thoughts may adequately express how I feel. For his bravery and culture, I am so appreciative of my horse. The background here is amazing, and it honors me to be included in the list of winners. It means a lot to me to get in front of my home crowd. To win at The French Masters is a dream come true because I’ve been a part of it since I was a young child.

Major ten Rolex Grand Prix’s in Hertogenbosch- CSI5*, Piece of Table A’s Rolex Grand Slam of Show Jumping- Board A with Jump- Off 1m60

Rank Nr. Owner/breeder of the ride Horse – Breed Breed Color Born Sire Siredam Dam Siredam EUR RoundA Jump-Off Time 1 64 Willem Greve NED Team Nijhof vof / P. Verdellen paarden fok & opfok Bridge TN N. O. P. – KWPN Stallion Bay 2012 Eldorado v. Zeshoek Chellano Zelana V 330000 0 0 33.70 2 92 Henrik von Eckermann SWE Dufour Stables Ag, Henrik von Eckermann/ Wim Impens, King Edward – BWP Gelding Chestnut from 2010- Edward 28- Feo Koningin de Lauzelle 200000 0 0 33.74 3 87 Otto Boje Schoof, Harrie Smolders, and Harrie Smolders NED Spronken Leon Uricas van de Kattevenenen – HOLST Stallion Bay 2012 Uriko San Patrignano Cassini T- Cassina 150000 0 0 34.66 4 32 Martin Fuchs SUI Adolfo JURI / G. M. Van Mersbergen Leone Jei – KWPN Gelding– Grey 2012 Baltic VDL Corland Dara 100000 0 0 35.11 5 118 Molly Ohrstrom, Denis Lynch/Polfliet Eric, Sint Kruis Winkel, and Denis Lynch IRL Brooklyn Heights – BWP Gelding Chestnut 2009 Nabab de Reve For Pleasure Cordula de Laubry 60000 0 0 37.89 6 6 La Roque Baignard, Pieter Devos, BEL Devos Stables, and Top Stallions Corporation Toupie de la Roque – SF Mare Chestnut 2007 Kannan Nabab de Reve Walloon de Muze 45000 0 0 38.51 7 108 Marcus Ehning GER Nybor Pferde GmbH & Co. KG, Sportpferde Ehning GbR/ Claire &amp, Philippe Rizzoli Priam du Roset – CH Gelding Bay 2011 Plot Blue Tanael du Serein Ganaelle du Roset CH 30000 0 0 42.87 8 22 Gregory Wathelet BEL Perek Barake/Grey Wathelet ESH Gelding, Aliandro B. Ra, Rachel, Ace of Hearts, 2010 25000 0 8 36.30 9 14 Julien Epaillard FRA Sarl Exceptional Horses S. L., Perrine Cateline, Sylvain Pito/Sylvain Pitois, Perrine Cateline, Chestnut from 2013 Baloubet du Rouet, Diamant de Semilly, and Urgada de Kreisker are from Dubai du Cedre and SF Mare. 20000 0 8 36.60 10 121 Loewie Joppen NED Loewie Joppen, G Vanderhoijdonck / van der Kloet Havel van de Wolfsakker Z – ZANG Gelding Bay 2011 Hos d’O Bollvorm’S Libero H Nisinia van de Wolfsakker 20000 3 75.20

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ellcrys · 3 years

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spent most of my day outside today which was a++++ aaahhhhh (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿)

first got breakfast at a new cafe that I will definitely be returning to bc the breakfast bagel i got from them was excellent, and they have a great outdoor seating area, too. lovely vibes, super nice staff. spent an hour getting some work done there today.

then went to porter and spent some time browsing the bookstore and although ‘all we can save’ caught my eye, I resisted and walked away without making a book purchase (mostly bc my destination was harvard and I already had two books and my laptop with me so I didn’t want to carry a third book lol).

made a pitstop at the plaza between harvard yard and the harvard science center and snagged a chair under the shade where I did work for another hour or so. the leaves above me just blocked the sun but there was still enough light to dapple through and honestly probs my fav part of the day.

finally made it to the cambridge public library which was my main destination at around 4 pm lol. went to renew my library bc I lost it. was told that my account had been terminated bc it’d been so long since I last used it which was LOL bc yeah I really did stop going to the library for like 3-4 years and only bought my books or borrowed them from friends... anyways, made a new account, so that was successful.

then wanted amorino ice-cream so i indulged myself, but not before also stopping at the harvard bookstore and harvard coop lmao. anyways. sat outside and ate my ice cream while listening to a podcast. then finally walked home where i picked up a rice bowl from another new restaurant that I’d been meaning to try out.

ate dinner at home on the back balcony soaking up the last rays of sunlight. sun has basically set now but it’s still lovely outside so i’ll probs hang out here for a bit longer. anyways. excellent day.

very me-focused which was great bc I definitely didn’t have the energy to engage with people today lol. my roommates walked to a park and invited me along but I was like next time I need to recharge today :P

#good days are good #another hour and then it's olympics time o/

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kenzumekodma · 3 years

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18+, minors & ageless blogs dni

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader

wc: 2207

warnings: a/b/o dynamics, predator/prey kink, knotting, idiots to lovers, author has no idea what she’s doing but had fun doing it

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Watching your friends play fight, you think you have everything under control. You must have, after all, if you’d made it through three years of high school and then some with these four goofballs. Oikawa only has a week before he has to go back to Argentina, and at his insistence, you’ve all gathered for a camping trip like you’d always talked about having in school.

As Makki and Iwaizumi gang up on their former captain, Matsukawa helps you set up the tent, driving stakes into the earth. A shrill breeze sends a shiver down your spine. Almost instantly, the scent of the three men invades your senses, and you gulp, reality setting in that you’re alone in the forest with four alphas, and…

“You know the full moon’s tonight, right?” Mattsun murmurs to you. He must have picked up their heavy scent as well. “You brought them, right?” he checks with you. You nod, but grab your backpack and rifle through it, just to be sure. Shuffling your clothes and toiletries around, you search and search but come up empty handed. Not a single heat suppressant pill to be found. Mattsun raises an eyebrow. Noticing his concern, you rummage for a moment before forcing a look of relief across your features.

“Yup, got them!” you say brightly. Internally, however, the only thing on your mind is fuck fuck fuck what the fuck am I going to do I’m so fucking fucked. Mattsun shakes his head. You can’t quite tell if he doesn’t believe you, or doesn’t believe you didn’t triple check before leaving. Honestly, you can’t believe you didn’t check the calendar, the forecast, anything. You’ve got a few hours until sundown, though, and that’s more than enough time to formulate a plan, right? Right?

The sinking sun shines golden behind the trees, and the rising moon begins to cast silver down from above. Warmth flees with the sun and you find yourself getting chills. From his spot next to you, Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek. When he opens his mouth to speak, he tastes the metallic droplets dissipate along his tongue.

“Cold?” he asks.

“Yeah, yeah, a little. I should grab my jacket,” you say.

“Don’t bother. Here,” he lifts his sweater off with an easy movement and tosses it into your lap. Gratefulness and burning want cut into you in equal measures. It was your own secret that you’d been hopelessly pining after Hajime Iwaizumi since you were both 15 years old. You’d planned on confessing right after graduation, until he broke the news that he’d be moving halfway across the globe for university right before you could will the words to come out of your mouth.

“Thanks,” you mumble. Maybe it’s a good thing? At least if I’m covered in his scent, it’ll cover up my own a bit, right? Iwaizumi watches the gears turn in your head from the corner of his eye, and for a short moment, he’s not an alpha and you’re not an omega. He’s not a trainer for Olympic athletes and you’re not the independent woman doing your best and struggling your way through life one day at a time. He’s just Hajime, and you’re just you. Oikawa nudges Makki, discreetly pointing at Iwaizumi. Of fucking course those idiots had figured it out years ago. It’s been over a decade and they’re still acting like teenagers, smirking and waggling their eyebrows at him whenever he gets close to you.

After a while, though, things fade back to normal. The four men trading spooky stories at Mattsun’s insistence, roasting marshmallows, and… arguing? You missed the comment that started it, but the smell of their testosterone rising is unmistakable.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna go and get another bag of marshmallows,” you say hurriedly and stalk off towards the tent. You look behind you, making sure they’re still all occupied, and take a couple of snacks with you to get through the night before making off for a safe distance away in the woods.

Half an hour of following what you could’ve sworn was the north star and you’re sure of it, you’re definitely lost. But you consider the bright side. You’re far enough away that the only thing you can smell around you is fresh air, the falling leaves -- really, Tooru, who plans a camping trip in October of all months? -- and Iwaizumi’s sweater. Allowing yourself one indulgence, you take a deep breath of the fabric, your scent and his entwining in your nostrils and addling your brain.

“--Hey, hey, stop! That’s the last fucking marshmallow, Makki! You’re wasting it!” Oikawa pouts, back at the campsite.

“‘S not a big deal, y/n said she was going to get another bag. Right, y/n?” Makki counters. “Y/n?”

“That was half an hour ago, dumbass,” Iwaizumi says.

“Well? Should we look for her?” Makki asks.

“Of course we should,” Iwaizumi answers.

“I’ll go!” Oikawa pipes up.

“Like hell. You can’t control yourself around an omega well enough in the daytime. I’m not letting you go on a full fuckin’ moon, Shittykawa. You’re not any better, Makki. She’s got those suppressants, right? I can get her back no problem.”

“What about me?” Mattsun interjects, borderline offended at not even being considered.

“What way is north, Issei?” Iwaizumi deadpans.

“Shut the fuck up, why don’t you, Hajime,” he snarks.

“If I’m not back with her in an hour, start looking for us,” Iwaizumi says with finality, and he’s off.

It’s not long before he catches his own scent creating a path, meandering between trees. He breaks into a jog, his heart sprinting as his scent fades into yours. It’s stronger than usual, heady and intoxicating, and he lets out a growl as he realizes what’s happening.

“Fuckin’ really? Heat? You’re in heat? You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” he groans. “So much for the damned suppressants.” He picks up a surge of your scent and he realizes you must be near enough to hear him, to sense him, to smell him. He raises a hand to his neck, thumb grazing over his scent glands, going into overdrive as he feels the rush of adrenaline course through his body.

“Not far away, are ya? C’mon, don’t be shy. I don’t bite… hard,” he takes a shaky breath in, becoming still and calm in his concentration. This, this hunt, this is what he was born for, what he’s been longing for with you since the day you cheered for him louder than anyone else in the stands at the first volleyball game he invited you to more than a decade ago. Leaves rustle about thirty feet away from Iwaizumi and he picks up the surge again. He moves quickly and quietly towards where he’s sure you are.

“You’re getting off on this, huh? Don’t deny it, I can smell it on you from here, y/n. You wanna be my prey, huh? Want me to hunt you down and make you mine?” His lips curl, twisting into smirk and baring his teeth. He knows this isn’t the way he should be confessing to you, not when the only indication of your attraction is the fact you’re in heat. Would you react like this to Mattsun? Oikawa? Makki? Does it even matter, since he’s the only one here? His head whips around as a hitched breath comes from behind a tree another twenty feet away.

“You can run and you can hide, little girl. But the big, bad wolf is coming to get you,” he growls.

Taking his sweet time, he walks over to where he’s confident now that you haven’t moved from, if the little whimpers and moans are anything to go on. The sight that greets him sends a wave of warmth through his body. You’re flushed, whether from the chase, your heat, or some combination thereof, he doesn’t know. But you’re curled up in his sweater, and that stirs something in him deep in his core. The way you’re helplessly rubbing your thighs together, trying to keep from touching yourself because he knows you know that if you try to relieve the white hot need you’ll only make it worse.

“I-Iwa, go…” you mumble against your own will, but he only shakes his head. You sigh, conceding to him. “H-Haji, please, h-hurts, n-need it. Haji, please,” you whimper. “Help me.” Iwaizumi is on you in seconds, hands flying to your chest and your waist, lips a sloppy flurry against your own. He kisses down your neck and you keen, pushing your flesh against his bared teeth insistently.

“You know if I do that right now, you’re mine. You understand that, right? I don’t have to if you don’t want it. I can pull out, too…” The insecurity tugging at him is quickly quelled at your protests.

“No, no, do it, please,” you whine. “Wanted you for so long. P-please, wanna be yours, lemme be yours.”

Iwaizumi groans, feeling his hardening cock strain against his pants, and bite, marking you as his own, his mate. There’s no going back now.

You scramble to remove your jeans, but Hajime’s hands come down over yours, easing them off of you himself. You paw at the buckle of his belt and he chuckles at your eagerness. His heavy cock springs free a short moment later and you feel the warmth rise a degree in your body. He peels your panties off, sticky and wet with your slick, and takes a deep breath, moaning out loud at the thought that this beautiful mess is all for him, you’re all for him.

“Fuck me, Hajime,” you breathe.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, easing into you with as much restraint as he can muster. You suck him in so greedily, he swears he never wants to leave the warm home of your walls. Your whimpers and cries of desperation quickly melt into soft curses, begs for more, choked moans when he hits that spot just right inside you. You push your hips up to meet his, burying him to the hilt yourself.

“You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he mumbles against your lips.

He rolls his hips, angling them up to catch you where you need it most. Reaching your hand between your bodies, you roll your puffy, needy bud between your fingers. A growl catches in Hajime’s throat and he bites down, sinking his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder. He makes sure he leaves his mark on you. It’s not enough for you to clench and milk him for all he’s worth, it’s not enough for you to be swathed in his scent, he needs every alpha within a mile to know you belong to him.

“H-Haji-” you moan, kneading your own chest through the fabric of his sweater. He drags the cotton up your body, hungrily latching his lips onto one of your nipples. Your breath hitches, mewling out his name as if it’s the sweetest candy money can buy. You feel the base of his cock swelling and nudging against your folds as you draw closer and closer to your climax.

“P-please, w-want it, want your knot. Haji please,” you wail. He’s never been able to deny you anything and he’s not about to start now, not when he has you right where he’s always wanted you. He pushes his swollen knot past your tight entrance. The absolute blissful feeling of being so full, like you never knew you were incomplete until now, drives you hurtling head first into your orgasm. You moan and cry and cling to Hajime like he’s the only solid thing in this world. Quickly following you into your haze, he spills his seed inside you, locking your bodies together whether he means to or not.

“I, uh, suppose I should tell you,” you start, looking away from him as you come down from your high, waiting for his swelling to subside. “I’ve, I’ve kind of been in love with you since we were kids,” you mumble out quickly. He catches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey. I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were fifteen. You’ve been the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing I think of at night for nearly half my life. I’m not apologizing for this if you’re not,” he says. You shake your head.

“‘M not apologizing, not at all.”

“Good,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. He eases himself out of you and helps you dress yourself quietly. “Legs are sore, huh?” he chuckles as you try to stand up. You swat at him lightly, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Shut up and carry me, will you?”

And he does just that. He can when he walks back into the perimeter of your campsite he’s just barely made it within his hour time frame. The worried expressions on your friends’ faces quickly turn to teasing, waggling their eyebrows at the two of you, when they catch sight of the bites littered over your scent glands. With a smirk, Mattsun speaks.

“Took you fuckin’ long enough.”

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If I Were A Blackbird, part 6 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]

She did end up texting him–she texted him a lot.

His phone buzzed against his thigh. Given that he shouldn’t have had it with him at all while he was practicing, waterproof case or not, he didn’t answer. Even though he was dying to.

Annabeth texted him at all hours of the day and night; random questions, silly memes, even the occasional bored selfie. Or flirty selfie.

He was maybe only a little ashamed of the couple of thirst traps he had sent her a few days ago, under the guise of having her pick them out for his Instagram. Then again, she was the one who had asked him for more. I need more options before I can pick the best one, she had said, and who was he to deny her? Really, though, he was only actually embarrassed because Jason had walked in on him during his mid-bathroom photoshoot. But, then Jason, like the true bro he was, had helped him with his setup, clearing his shit off the bathroom counter and crouching down behind him so he could pinch Percy’s thin shirt at the small of his back, tightening the fabric around his torso.

Annabeth had really liked that one. Percy had promised Jason that their next round was on him.

She had kept him up late last night, too, drawing him into a fascinating conversation about the history of Spartan black broth and viking blood bread, before hitting him with a surprise question about dogs. What about them? He had texted back.

How do you feel about them?

love a good dog! I had a sorta stray when i was growing up, this huge monster named mrs. o leary

That’s so cute! What kind of dog was she?

Honestly? no ideaprobably some kind of cross between a bear and a werewolfwe just called her the hellhound lol

We had a great dane when I was little

After the conversational whiplash had dissipated, he realized distantly that that was a distinctly date-y question, mixed in with all the flirting. And he found he did not have a problem with it.

“Jackson!” his coach shouted at him through the megaphone, yanking him back to reality–a hot, wet, Annabeth-less reality. “Keep it up!”

Shaking his head, he ducked under the jibe, readjusting to tack into the wind.

Afterwards, pulling into the docks, his coach waved at him from his little speedboat. “Nice work out there on the turns,” he said. “That was far and above your best time yet! Your head must have really been in the game.”

Percy chuckled, embarrassed. His head had most certainly not been in the game. “I guess it’s true what they say about most of the Olympics being mental.”

His coach laughed. “Well, if you race like that next week, that gold is as good as yours.”

He should have been pleased, but his mind was already elsewhere. With his coach’s back turned, he slipped out his phone, his heart picking up as he saw the little flashing light which indicated a new text.

There was indeed a new cluster of texts from Annabeth, shot off rapidfire.

So hypotheticallyIf you had a day off soonWould you be interested in going to a movieWith meKing of Sparta 3 is coming out, I thought it might be funUnless you think those movies are lameWe totally don’t have to lolIdk lolWhatever you wantWhat do you think?

Grinning broadly, he didn’t even check his schedule before texting back.

What’s your tolerance for pointing out historical inaccuracies?

Mere seconds passed before her reply.

My dad is a WW2 historianIt’s very high

A historian? He had thought her dad was some kind of politician.

In any case, Percy found himself waiting in front of a Cinepolis theater two days later, on another scorchingly hot day, about to willingly subject himself to the latest and greatest of Hollywood’s awful attempts at reinterpreting Greek mythology. It was kind of unnerving, what he was willing to do for this girl.

The girl in question appeared in the corner of his eye like some ethereal goddess, strolling down the street in a little black dress and sandals, her gorgeous hair pulled back into a bun, with little escaped curls wound tightly due to the humidity. Percy, who had decided to go out in a Yale shirt and shorts, cringed internally. Hopefully he wasn’t too underdressed.

Annabeth wrinkled her nose at his shirt, but gave him a kiss all the same when she reached him. Percy was just proud that he had managed to keep his blush under control. “What’s with the outfit?” she said, running her finger over his shoulder.

Percy, unrepentant, dragged his eyes up and down her dress, and was rewarded with that beautiful smirk of hers he was starting to become dangerously attached to. “I was told we were going to a movie, not a cocktail hour.”

“It’s not the level of dress, it’s the shirt. You couldn’t have picked anything else?”

“Well, excuse me, princess,” he quipped. “I would have gone with Team USA, but I thought that might be too obviously American for you.”

She blinked, face frozen in what Percy could only describe as blind panic, before her features smoothed out into a polite stare.

“Not a Zelda person, I take it?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Never mind.” Brazen, and with a mental reminder to show her the stupid Zelda cartoon later, Percy took her hand, leading her inside the blessedly air-conditioned theater.

He had offered to pay for VIP seats, where they could be served full meals and alcohol in a semi-private balcony for some privacy, but she declined. Not that it ended up mattering: the theater was already fairly empty, given that it was 1 PM on a Tuesday, and everyone else was probably watching the track and field events. Luckily for Percy, today was a shotput and javelin kind of day, not a sprinting kind of day, so he didn’t accidentally schedule their date during sprinting. It would be bad bro form to miss Jason’s race.

Percy and Annabeth were able to settle themselves in the very back row of the theater, sharing a couple of cokes and a jumbo bag of Cheetos popcorn. “You know,” he said, speaking over the preview for some dumb superhero flick, “the first time I ever got drunk was watching the original King of Sparta.”

Annabeth made an inquisitive noise, sipping on her coke.

“It was Luke’s idea,” he went on. “I went to visit him at Yale, and he thought it would be funny to play a drinking game. We would drink for inaccuracies, well-oiled chests, gratuitous Islamophobia–that kind of stuff. By the end of it, I was a complete goner.”

“That movie came out when I was fifteen,” she said. “How old were you?”

He smiled, sheepishly. “Fifteen?”

Annabeth gasped, playfully kicking his ankle. “Percy Jackson!”

“Careful,” he warned, “you’re sounding dangerously close to my mother.”

“So irresponsible,” she tsked. “What kind of Olympic role model are you, promoting underage drinking with your… cousin?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “And what about you?” he went on, rolling over what would certainly be her next question. Luke was a can of worms for a different day. “When was the first time you got drunk?”

She hummed, chewing a piece of popcorn. “Probably when I was twelve,” she said. “With my cousin, Magnus.”

Percy snorted.

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault my aunt Natalie decided to ply us with mead. Besides, it was Yule!”

“Yule?”

“Kind of like Swedish Christmas,” she said. “We were celebrating!”

Percy was an ancient historian by training. He knew what Yule was, how it was decidedly not like Swedish Christmas, and how it was not exactly a common celebration in the modern period. But he decided not to go digging into why her family was celebrating it.

He never got the chance, anyway–the final preview finished, the lights dimmed, and the movie rolled.

Not two minutes in, they were treated to the sight of Tristan McClean’s glorious, well-oiled chest. Percy nudged her shoulder, waggling his eyebrows, and took a sip of his coke. She followed suit, nudging him right back.

Distantly, Percy wondered if they should have gotten the VIP tickets, even if just for the alcohol. But there was something really nice about the two of them knocking elbows and drinking their cokes, like two teenagers skipping class to go check out a movie. About twenty minutes in, Annabeth entwined her hand with his, squeezing his fingers and rubbing her thumb against his palm. She leaned her head against his shoulder, her hair soft against his neck and chin–and nearly jumped out of his skin at the feel of her lips at the collar of his shirt.

Well, it wasn’t like the movie was very interesting anyway.

Percy couldn’t tell you how much time had passed. King of Sparta: Blood of Mars dragged on, interminable, and Percy was happy to direct his engagement elsewhere, otherwise he would have had to be seriously offended on behalf of himself, his dad, and the entirety of the Greek pantheon. Instead, he got to focus on the way that Annabeth had her fingers twisted in his shirt, her thumbs at the base of his neck, like she was one heavy moment away from wrapping herself around him completely. Her mouth tasted like coke and movie theater popcorn, and while it was hot, there also wasn’t the need for it to get hotter. Percy could have stayed here, watching some shitty Hollywood movie for hours, as long as he got to do it while making out with Annabeth Chase, her fingers in his shirt and her ankle hooked around his.

At some point, she pulled away. In the blue light of the moonlit scene, her gray eyes sparkled. “Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey, yourself.”

“This is nice.”

“Yeah,” he murmured. “It is.” And it was. “I’ve… really enjoyed spending time with you.”

She scrunched her nose. “Don’t talk like our time’s up,” she said. “We still have a few weeks of Olympics left to go.” His heart fluttered, both at her protest, and at the looming end of the timeline that she was implying.

Percy drew in a deep breath, the request bubbling out of him. It wasn’t actually a big ask, yet he found himself on pins and needles, almost scared of her response. “Would you… come to my event next week?”

She paused. She unhooked her ankle from his. “You want me to come cheer you on?”

“Yeah.” It was probably a bad idea to have her there. She could potentially throw off his focus, and sailing was almost too much when he wasn’t focused. But he wanted her there. He wanted her with his family, screaming his name, and he wanted to see her when he won gold.

“Oh.” Her fingers relaxed in his shirt. “Um… no.”

Percy… didn’t do much of anything in response. “Oh.”

“Yeah…” She trailed off, looking away. “Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” he said. “So, um… you’re going to be at table tennis, I take it?” Table tennis could be cool. It was scheduled at the same time as sailing, but he figured that the two groups of fans didn’t necessarily overlap. But if she liked table tennis, he could think it was cool.

“No, I’ll be at the race anyway,” she said.

Oh. “So… who are you cheering for?”

She still avoided his gaze, suddenly very intently paying attention to Tristan McLean making out with Scarlet Johanssen’s Cleopatra. “Ohlsson. Or Holmgren.”

He blinked. “Robert Ohlsson and Loke Holmgren?”

Annabeth tensed up again, almost imperceptible. Percy wouldn’t have felt it if he didn’t still have his hand on her arm. “Yep.”

Sailing at his level was a smallish community. He knew almost every sailor here to some extent. Ohlsson and Holmgren were both great guys, and good sailors. Easy in the water. Easy on the eyes. He didn’t know them super well, as they were on the Swedish team, but he knew them enough–they had been doing the circuit around the world together for years. There were another couple of Swedish sailors who hadn’t made the Olympics he knew better. But he texted with his friend Krister Drakenberg a little, and he had vouched for Loke especially. And he would actually call Adele Cederström and Marie-Sofie Söderlund, who competed in team events, his friends, and they’d talked about Robert when he’d had lunch with them the other day.

So, it made sense that they had fans. Maybe it even made sense that they had this fan. “But I thought you were American?” he said, going for a joke and maybe landing a little flat.

She shrugged. “I said I was from Boston. But it's… it’s more complicated than that.”

“You live in New York.”

“And sometimes I live in Stockholm.”

“Sometimes?”

Her jaw rounded out. “It’s very important to–to them, that I support Sweden.”

“Okay…” Them? He didn’t realize she and the sailors were so close. That was fine, of course. Like he said, Robert and Loke were good guys. “But you can still root for all three of us. You don’t have to support Team USA if you don’t want to. There’s more than two teams competing, anyway.”

Shoulders up to her ears, she flushed. “No, I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because–because it’d be weird!”

“Would it?” They didn’t really have much of a rivalry, not like the USA did with Great Britain or something like that.

She crossed her arms, staring at the screen.

Percy pulled his hands away. “I didn’t realize you were so into Swedish sports.”

“I’m not,” she said.

“Oh.” Then what was the issue? “So why is it so important for you to support Sweden if you’re not really into the teams?”

“Because I have to.”

“It's a race. Literally a single race for a sport most of the world doesn’t give a shit about. Including, apparently, you. Why can’t you cheer me on along with your friends?”

Annabeth glowered. “They aren’t my friends.”

Feeling like he had missed a couple of steps on the ladder, Percy gaped, flabbergasted. “Then why are you making such a big deal out of something so unimportant?”

“If it's so unimportant, why can’t you just let this go?” she almost snapped.

“Because you aren’t making any sense!”

She ground her teeth. “You–I–ugh!” Then she stood up, and stormed out, her hands clenched tightly around her coke.

Percy, left in the wake of a hurricane, could only blink, completely blindsided, until his common sense got the better of him, and he ran out to the lobby, hoping to catch up to her, to apologize. It didn’t matter which team she supported. It didn’t even matter if she showed up or not. Really, it didn’t.

But she was gone by the time he got outside.

***

“I watched your dad’s stupid movie,” was the first thing she said to Piper when her friend finally picked up the phone later that night.

She snorted over the speakerphone. “Why would you ever do that to yourself?”

Red-faced, lying on her hotel bed, she buried her head in her arms. “Because I took a guy on a date there.”

“...I don’t know if I should be offended that you used my father’s oiled and waxed chest to get in the mood,” Annabeth winced at the words because, ew. “Or if I should freak out that you went on a date?”

“Don’t read into it too much,” Annabeth said. “It was the latest showing, and I wanted to beat the crowds, for obvious reasons.” She rolled over, pressing her face into the pillow. “And a date isn’t that big a deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Piper shrieked. “Of course it's a big deal! You haven’t been on a date since Maxwell in college.”

“Well, you might remember how badly that one turned out.”

Piper hummed. “You know, I never got why. So he was an anti-monarchist–so am I, and we’re still friends.”

“You aren’t using me for points on weird political forums.”

“That you know of.” Piper said. “But really, it's been like five years. Normally you just hit it and quit it. Tell me tell me tell me!”

She sighed internally. “Don’t get too excited,” She advised. “Looks like it's going to be quit after all.”

She launched into the story, starting with the club in New York and the fortuitous meeting at the Olympics, glossing over his soft, dark hair and his rough-but-gentle hands and the way his sea-green eyes glittered when they were out on the water, and ending with her entirely unbecoming escape from the movie theater. Hans had said nothing as he pulled up alongside her, taking off before she had even fully closed the door, ignoring the frustrated tears which had already begun leaving tracks on her face.

“...Girl.”

“I know!” She groaned. “I just–when he said he knew Ohlsson I freaked out! Like, what if they’re gossiping in the locker rooms or whatever they have and Percy is talking about this total loser girl he went on two dates with, and Ohlsson will be like, ‘What was her name?’ and Percy will be like, ‘Anna something,’ and then Ohlsson will be like, ‘You mean the princess? The fucking princess?’”

As the resident royal representative, she had had dinner with the entire Swedish athletic delegation just last week. She didn’t remember Holmgren, but she and Ohlsson had had a long conversation about a mutual favorite art gallery. Luckily for Annabeth, it was one of the few she had actually been to. Unluckily for Annabeth, she had spent a good forty percent of it subtly checking her phone for new texts from Percy, and she was pretty damn sure she hadn’t gotten away with it.

“Why would he ask for your name?” Piper mused.

“That’s what you’re focusing on?”

“It just seems kind of like a weird assumption.”

“Piper, please. I need your help with this.”

“I don’t know why you think I can fix your relationship issues, just because my mom is–”

“It’s not a relationship!” She blurted out.

She could almost feel Piper’s skepticism oozing through her speaker. “Well, did you want it to be?”

Dragging herself upright, Annabeth leaned against her headboard, wrapping her arms around her knees. “I don’t know,” she mumbled. “Maybe?” She had been tossing the idea around. Maybe she had even found herself occasionally daydreaming about what Percy Jackson might look like in royal finery (and boy, did he look good, even in her imagination). But the truth was, she hadn’t even been thinking about that with him. With Percy, she could tease, banter, laugh–forget. Was she selfish enough to drag him kicking and screaming into her world of nightmares?

“I mean you’ve only been on two dates with the guy.”

She sighed. “I know, I know, I just… there’s just something about him.” Because Piper was right–she had only been on two dates with him. She hadn’t spent much time with him at all, certainly not long enough for her to be considering him for something so serious. And yet, there was something about him, about his sharp, noble features, his effortless confidence, his soft, quiet smile which was very, very appealing to her. “I feel–I feel drawn to him, somehow. Like he gets it. Like he understands me.”

“Maybe he’s a secret prince,” Piper suggested, only half-jokingly.

Annabeth fucking hoped not. “I don’t really know how to explain it,” she mumbled, playing with the hem of her shirt. “I just wanted to spend some time with him.”

“Spend time with him, as in a fling? Or a potential husband?”

She couldn’t answer that right now. She didn’t think she could answer that ever. “I should text him and apologize, right?”

“It’d be a good start,” Piper said, “particularly if you are considering him for a potential husband. And if you are, you should probably tell him that.”

Annabeth groaned.

“In lieu of an animal sacrifice, I will accept an offering of Tom Ford nail polish,” she chirped. “Now go forth and text your man.”

“He’s not–” Annabeth protested, but Piper had already hung up. And Annabeth couldn’t deny the flutter in her stomach at the idea. Percy Jackson. Her man.

It was an intoxicating idea.

Flipping her phone around in her hand, she began composing her text. “I’m sorry” seemed like a poor introduction, but “hey” was even worse. And “How was the rest of the movie” might have been her dumbest idea yet.

So she went with something simple, straightforward. Percy, she sent him, I’m sorry I walked out on you

A minute or so passed. His read receipt came up. There was no reply. I’d like to see you again, if that’s okay, she sent. To explain myself

That would be nice, came the reply. What would be nice, she wondered: to see her again, or whatever half-assed explanation she could come up with? When/where?

You pick, she said. Any time

You free tomorrow night?

Yes, she said without checking. Where?

He didn’t respond after that. Maybe he had done the responsible thing, and gone to sleep.

Annabeth had to turn off her phone, pulling her covers over her head, and tried to think about nothing.

In the morning, she turned on her phone to see a final message from Percy, from just after she had fallen asleep.

Hans didn’t question her when she asked to be taken to the Parque de Santa Ana later that night. He didn’t even try to give her his normal safety talk when he deposited her on the side of a busy street in the hot, sticky, Mérida evening.

Percy had beaten her there. She saw him leaning back against a metal park bench, his gaze focused on the fountain in the center of the park, watching the water shoot up in little spurts. Annabeth stood there for longer than she meant to, trying to figure out the pattern, but there was no pattern, it seemed. Every time she thought she could predict which water jet would go next, another one popped out from nowhere.

Metaphor for her life, she supposed.

“Percy,” she said, finally stepping up to him.

He turned his head, his back straightening. There was movement on his face which suggested that a smile had been quickly smothered into something more serious. “Hey,” he said, softly.

“Hey.”

Entirely too respectfully, he looked her up and down. “Nice dress.”

Glancing down, she flushed. She had totally not meant to wear a blue dress tonight. That was… concerning.

“Um,” she began, intelligently, her hand tightening around the strap of her purse. “I think I owe you an explanation.”

But he shook his head. “I totally overreacted,” he said, hands out in a placating gesture. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. And you definitely don’t need my permission to support whatever team you want.” He paused. “Even the Red Sox.”

“How magnanimous of you,” she quipped. And then she wanted to hit herself. Because they weren’t supposed to be flirting. This was supposed to be her big, off-her-chest moment. “I prefer hockey anyway.”

“I can do hockey,” he said.

“No, I mean–” She sighed. “Percy, I want to talk about this with you. If you’ll let me.”

“Only if you’re comfortable,” he insisted, without missing a beat. “I never want you to feel like you’re backed into a corner with me.”

“I don’t,” she said.

His whole being seemed to soften, a little smile poking out from the serious exterior. She hadn’t even meant to say something so embarrassing, if true, out loud, but to be rewarded with this? It was a perfectly acceptable trade-off. “Let’s go for a walk,” Percy said, standing up. “And maybe a cold drink?”

They ended up grabbing a couple of horchatas at a shop along the road. Annabeth paid for both, and Percy didn’t protest. Nor did he start the conversation, merely sipping at his drink, patiently waiting for her to speak her piece.

“I have a weird relationship with my family,” she said eventually, as they wandered down the main drag. It was a gorgeous street, with wonderfully intricate colonial architecture, their white and beige columns even brighter against the dark sky. The street was thronged with people weaving in and out of the green space which ringed it, chatter and laughter and drunken cheers mixed in with the occasional roar of a car or motorcycle. Even with their company, she couldn’t help but feel safely alone with Percy.

“I thought things with your dad were okay?” Percy asked.

Annabeth laughed, softly. She couldn’t believe he even remembered that. “They are,” she admitted. “But my weird relationship is so much more than just him. My mom… died.” She nearly choked on the strangeness of the word. “And my dad never really got over her. My uncle lost his wife and kids a few years before I was born, and it kind of destroyed him emotionally. So, my dad felt a lot of pressure to carry on the family line. And my stepmother was very eager to step into that place. And pretty upset that her eagerness didn’t really allow my dad to get over my mom. And my uncle… he doesn’t mean to be an asshole, but, you know. The whole emotionally destroyed thing.”

Percy nodded, listening to her with the same focus and intent he had shown her out on the water.

“And that’s to say nothing of the fact that he was kind of wary about my mom,” she went on. “And probably jealous that my dad was able to move on.” For a given value of moving on, anyway. She thought of his quiet tears when they watched Roman Holiday a couple of weeks ago, and sighed. “I do actually try not to rock the boat, so to speak. I don’t want to give them more reasons to be wary. To add my fuel to my stepmother’s resentment fire. Or to make my dad decide he likes my half siblings better than me. They’re very big on home team pride.”

“So you feel like you have to support Sweden?”

“Yes,” she said, because she did feel like she had to. But it wasn’t like the concept was abhorrent to her. “Have you ever been to Sweden?” she asked. It was so hot here. Sticky and humid and scorching. Not at all like the summers she had spent in the fjords.

He shook his head.

She tried to think about how to describe it. “I was born in Boston. And I’ve lived in upstate New York, Virginia, California. All over. But Sweden…” Annabeth turned her gaze upwards, watching the dark tree branches as they wove in and out of the inky black sky. Right now, in Stockholm, it was early morning, but the sun would have already been up for hours. She could see it clearly, in her mind’s eye, the golden light as it gently flowed over the water at Rosersberg Palace, rolling over the lush gardens, picture perfect, like something out of a fairy tale, or one of the sagas. “Like I said, my family dynamic was weird. And where my dad lived was always up in the air. But Sweden is home. Even if I was living in West Point and stuff was weird at home and at school.” Nothing like being the smartest kid in the room, and having it constantly questioned because you couldn’t sit still, or could barely read English. “I always knew I would be able to go back over the summer. My uncle had horses and boats, and sometimes one of his staff would take me out on the ocean, and tell me stories about viking warriors. My cousin Magnus was there. And my Aunt Natalie, and she had just… figured out life. Done things her own way. And gotten away with it.”

He smiled, his face softening. “That sounds nice.”

“It was everything.” She said, because it had been. The royalty thing had been a semi-secret her whole childhood, when they were in the states. In Sweden, there was no pretense. “I love it. I live in New York because I need the space sometime. But it isn’t a permanent solution. I don’t want it to be.” If she had to, she could live without a Dunkin Donut ever again, hard as it would be. But the idea of never again getting to eat one of Lisette’s semla from the palace kitchen was so unbelievably sad. “So, I want to cheer on Sweden. I want them to win.” She looked at him, his eyes were trained on her, his smile soft, understanding. And so she offered a joke. “There are only two Swedish sailors in your race, though. You can have the bronze.”

He cracked a grin. “Well, I thank you for your consideration.”

She grinned in response, sort of slumping against his side, feeling like she just completed a marathon.

“I do get it,” he said. “Family is weird, and home is special.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Percy nodded, and she could feel it at her side more than see it. “I’m a New Yorker.”

“For real?”

“Ha ha.” He swatted at her. “But, for me, home is always going to be this house in Connecticut, where we moved in with Luke and his mom.”

“He’s your cousin, right?”

Percy nodded, and then shook his head. “Yeah, but that’s on our dad’s side. His mom’s sick, and his dad hired my mom to take care of her.”

“Are you close to your dad?”

She could see it in his eyes, that sudden moment of frozen hesitation. The look of a nerve that had been hit. A secret on the cusp of being uncovered. Piper’s words suddenly came back to her: Maybe he’s a secret prince. But she shook them away. It was a silly fantasy.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” she said. He had given her grace; it was only fair she gave it to him in return.

He shrugged, swallowing. “I… don’t really know my dad,” Percy admitted. By now, they had reached the Monumento a la Patria, a semi-circular art structure decorated with Mayan-inspired reliefs. Tonight, it was all lit up in bright colors, a rainbow neon pinks and greens and blues and yellows, forming the shape of the Olympic rings. Percy took a seat on the steps, away from the couple taking a selfie in front of the central statue, and Annabeth sat down next to him. “I’ve met him a few times over the years.” He played with the straw of his drink, squeezing it between his fingers. “But he’s never really been there, and he didn’t give my mom shit. You know, other than a baby she couldn’t afford when she was eighteen.”

He looked up at the sky, like he was asking the gods why his father was such a deadbeat.

“But I don’t care,” he said. His voice had a touch of darkness she had never heard from him before. “I don’t need him. I never did. I had my mom and Luke and May growing up, and that was more than enough.”

Seized with a spirit of boldness she didn’t know she had, she took his hand. It was warm, even in the hot, sticky night, but she found she didn’t mind one bit. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “That’s terrible, what he did to her.”

He looked at her, then huffed a laugh. “Yeah, well. It all worked out in the end. I’m glad I exist. Even if he isn’t.”

“I’m glad, too.” Somehow, without her noticing, they had been moving closer together. His face was now inches from hers, his high cheekbones thrown into sharp relief by the dark night and the glow of the streetlights. In the darkness, his eyes were almost glowing. “I’m so glad you’re here.” For so, so many reasons.

His lips turned up, like he knew that there was more than one. “Annabeth,” he breathed, reverent. And then he kissed her, his free hand resting against her neck.

His lips were soft, his mouth tasted of vanilla and sea salt, and for maybe twenty seconds, all was right with the world.

Which was, of course, when it all went to shit.

Not that she didn’t believe Percy’s kisses could cause her to see stars, but the flashes of light in her face were something else entirely. As were the deafening shouts and questions of the photographers. “Princess!” Someone yelled at her. “Your highness, over here!”

She pulled away, opening her eyes to the blinding flash of photography. Out of the sea of cold lights, Hans appeared in his black suit, already hauling Annabeth up and shielding her from view as he led her to the car, parked just a little ways away. It took her a moment to realize she still had a death-grip on Percy’s hand, dragging him with them.

“Annabeth,” he said, bewildered, “what–”

“Keep your head down,” she said, not knowing if she could be heard over the aggressive roar of a hungry mob. “Don’t look at them.”

Hans didn’t question Percy’s presence, giving him equal cover as Annabeth pulled him into the car, and shutting the door behind them both. In a flash, they were off, speeding out of the square.

Percy pulled his hand away. Annabeth buried her head in hers.

Oh gods above she was screwed.

Hans, bless him, knew to drop Percy off first at the Olympic Village without even being asked. When Annabeth risked a glance, Percy was staring into his hands, his brow furrowed. He looked at her as the car slowed to a stop, confusion written clearly across his face, an unspoken question hanging in the air between them. A question she just couldn’t bring herself to answer.

Without a word, he opened the door and slid out, lightly jogging up the stairs to the Village. Annabeth watched him as he ducked inside, disappearing without so much as a backwards glance.

#my fic #percabeth #pjo fic #darkmagyk #perseannabeth #patatayo #princess sailor au #the rivalry ends here #:*

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thithesandofferings · 2 years

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Hi!!! Can I request a headcanon for Zack with an s/o who's an athlete and currently participating the Olympics? All are SFW and fluffy. Thanks!

Sorry for literally the latest reply- you probably forgot- but i did not

SFW- GN! Reader. Zack being your biggest fan.

LITERALLY YOUR BIGGEST FAN.

No one knows your stats better than he does.

Has all your merch. Even the special edition

Brags to everyone. Doesnt care if they walk away. Will follow.

Will always catch him screaming your name the loudest

Has been banned a few times because he's so loud- like sir you're supposed to wait until they score.

Zack, the sign is too big, put it away- howd you get that in?

Pumps you up every time before the match.

Moral support is his middle name!

Literally sulks if he cant make it to one of your games. Rain cloud and all.

Thinks you deserve pasta and dessert after match - no it doesnt matter if you have another match in the next 3 hours- eat this cake.

Wants you to kiss him for good luck. Every time.

And will pout if you say no!! You cant deny him.

No its not the massage therapist job to touch you, its his.

Is throwing you the biggest party regardless if you win or lose, the fact that you were in the OLYMPICS- he's never going to stop talking about it.

#ff7 zack #ff7 #final fantasy headcanon #thithesandofferings #zack fair x reader #Request to Who

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seungminnie-minho · 2 years

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At My Worst [ Seo Changbin ]

pair - Changbin x gn!Y/n

genre - fluff, a lil angst if you squint, figure skater Y/n

A/N - this is part of my AU of skz S/O and how their lives are with them, so if you don’t like em just move on, oh and these are all obviously fictional

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“ Moon Y/n one of South Korea’s top figure skaters, has been accused of bribing and consumption of illegal substances and has been temporarily banned from competing until further investigation. “

You’ve just finished competing in the Winter Olympics and wanted nothing else but to drown in your bed. When your coach suddenly barged in and insisted you to follow them, you grabbed your bag and followed them confused. You saw the mob of people outside shouting angrily in another language, your coach guided you to the van. They said they’ll explain everything once you get back to Korea, you nodded still confused at the situation until you saw the news on your phone.

You wanted to cry but nothing came out, you felt blank. That’s how you’ve always been, blank, you never knew how to properly socialize with other people and when you tried to talk with others, you always came off as cold and blunt. The whole situation frustrated you since the Ice was all you knew, your father was the one who taught you how to skate.

He was a renowned figure skater in his time, he loved the sport but he loved you more. He retired to take care of you, and when you were four he started teaching you how to skate and encouraged you to join tournaments. You smiled at your fond memories of him, they always comforted you.

[ you arrived at the airport ]

You just got off the plane and was waiting by the luggage carousel, you waited and waited. You sighed and made your way to the information desk, you asked if you’re bag has arrive. They shook their heads and told you it’s still in Beijing and that they’ll have it delivered by next week.

A week pasts by and you’re lounging in your apartment, bonding with your bunnies, Heini your white male bunny, and Haji a female black bunny. You hear your doorbell ring so you got up from the couch and opened it, you looked down and saw a suitcase that definitely wasn’t yours.

You looked at the hallway but the mailman is already gone, you sighed and dragged the suitcase in. “ it’s pure black, oh and the lock is pink how cute “ you sat down and inspected the bag for information, all you got was a name ‘ Seo Changbin ‘

“ How on earth am I going to return this without interacting with anyone..." you got up and left the bag alone " I’ll worry about this later when I find their number” you procrastinated finding your lost luggage, instead you cuddled your bunnies and fell asleep.

Hours passed by and you hear your phone ringing, you groaned and reached for it. You lost your balance and fell off the couch, you didn’t bother getting up and just answered your phone “ Hello? “ ‘ is this Moon Y/n? this is Seo Changbin ‘ you don’t know anyone by that name and why are they calling you at 2 in the morning.

Then it hit you, that’s the name from the luggage “ oh the luggage with the pink lock, I’m not judging it’s cute actually “ you could hear a chuckle from your phone, well at least he isn’t mad you thought to yourself “ so how do I get these back to you ? “ ‘ I can’t share my address so how about meeting up? ‘ “ sure “ you arranged a time and place and went back to your precious bed.

[ when you first meet ]

You’ve had this odd feeling since you got up, but you pushed that feeling aside and got ready to go out. “ should I even go out?“ “ I can get through one social interaction, I’ll be fine “ you convinced yourself that it’ll be fine. You dragged the luggage behind you and made your way to the private café.

You sat down and ordered a drink, minutes went by and you heard the cafe’s door open. A man dressed in a skin tight black shirt and skinny jeans walked in, oh you definitely found him hot. You stood up to greet him “ Moon Y/n, it’s nice to meet you “ he smiled and stretched out his hand ‘ Seo Changbin, but you can call me Changbin ‘ you planned to leave after you got your bag but something told you it wouldn’t hurt to stay a bit especially with someone you found attractive.

You guys talked for awhile, you found out he was an Idol from a group called Straykids, so you told him that you were an Olympic figure skater. This was the longest you’ve talked with someone, it was getting late so you bid farewell and went on your way. You kind of hoped you’d see him again, you got home and fed your bunnies and went straight to bed, you decided to look up who Straykids was and you ended up listening to their music all night till you fell asleep.

[ Meeting again ]

You guys met again at the gym, you were at the Lat pulldown machine, when you noticed a guy on the cable row seemed familiar, you didn’t approach him cause it’d be awkward and weird since it’s been a week. He noticed you though and made his way to you, smiling he waved his hands ‘ Y/N right? we meet again ‘ “ yeah “ you nodded with a smile.

You guys got to know each other more at the gym and you hung out afterwards, you took turns buying drinks and you guys listened to each others worries. You knew your feelings for him were more than friends, but you didn’t want to ruin the first friendship you finally had. He brought out the you that you’ve hidden away due to fear, and you let him lean on you when he needed it and he loved that.

Four months passed by and your scandal was cleared, your ex trainer was held responsible for the false rumors and has been sentenced to 2 years and a fine. You were happy to be back on the ice again, you called bin wanting to tell him about the good news. He smiled through the phone hearing how happy you were ' Then how about we celebrate? it’ll be my treat and I need to tell you something ‘ “ alright, I’ll be ready by 8 “ you were nervous, what could he possibly want to say to you? you ended the call and got ready.

He’s been wanting to confess for awhile now so he came up with the perfect idea, he rented a private ice rink, decorated it with Hyunlix’s help. He came to pick you up trying to hold back his smile, he drove to the rink “ yah what do I need a blindfold for? “ ‘ because that’s how surprises work Y/n ‘ you put the pieces together and was hoping he was trying to confess, am I hoping too much? you thought.

You finally got to the rink, he removed the blindfold ‘ I know you’re going to spend a lot of time on the ice but maybe you’d like to practice with me? ‘ “ are you sure? because I won’t go easy on you just cause you’re my friend “ you chuckled when you saw the pout on his face, you both walked in and put the skates on. You were confused when you saw the ice rink was decorated in blue ribbons and a huge blue heart balloon that says “ will you be my lover? “

You turned around to bin and saw him holding a box “ you prepared so much just for me? “ you couldn’t help but smile ‘ well of course I did, I love you and I want to show you that, so what do you say? ‘ “ of course it’s a yes “ you couldn’t hold back the happy tears “ thank you for loving me binnie “ ‘ you don’t need to thank someone for loving you, now give me your wrist, it’s my gift before your comeback on the ice ' he opened the box revealing a silver bracelet with a swan “ Hyunjin told me you could add charms on it so I chose a swan, and we can get more as we get to know each other “ yep you scored a good man

“ Then you have to come to my performance, and I won’t start if I don’t see you there “ he nodded ‘ I’ll be there don’t worry, I’ll always be by your side ‘ you taught him a few skating moves and he fell a lot of times. This will always be a night you’ll remember “ I love you binnie “ you told him who was laying on the ice beside you ‘ I love you more, but do we really have to lay on the ice? my back is freezing ‘ you laughed “ then get up dummy “

The day of your Performance he was running late, you were feeling nervous, and your coach insisted not to wait for him “ No I’m not starting, he’ll be here “ you heard your phone ding, you opened it and saw a text reading ‘ you look really nice in black little swan ‘ you looked around and felt relieved when you spotted him and 7 other figures. You took a deep breathe and skated to the center holding a mic “ Hello I am Moon Y/N, thank you for attending this small event I’ve prepared “ you bowed as the crowd cheered “ I want to dedicate this performance to someone who was by my side and showed me that I don’t have to live in fear of life “ you smiled and looked to where Changbin was and mouthed an I love you.

You gave the mic back to your trainer and started skating to Pink Sweat$ “ At my worst “ and Changbin had the whole thing on cam. You finished and he met you at a private restaurant nearby “ How was it? “ you asked placing your bag on the chair ‘ you did great little swan ‘ “ when are you going to stop with that, I don’t understand how I’m a swan bin “ he smiled ‘it’s because of how you skate, graceful and confident, I’m proud of you Y/n ‘ you lightly smacked his arm “ you’re so cheesy “ he chuckled ‘ the guys are choosing what to eat wanna go there? ‘ “ oh about that, did you really have to bring the whole band? “ ‘ they insisted on coming, and it was Felix idea ‘ you nodded, you were nervous but the rest made sure to include you in their conversations and soon enough you got close to them too.

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(HAH AM I ACTUALLY DONE?HOLYFUCK-) I ended up gaining bin as a bias wrecker after writing this, I’m proud to finish a fic this long T-T feedback is seriously appreciated and now I must eat- byeee and thanks for reading ♡ luv ya ♡

#Changbin #Seo Changbin #skz x y/n #skz x reader #skz #straykids fluff #ice skater au!#straykids #skz au #nyangnyang fics #I'msoproud-#skz fluff #skz angst

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years

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GF - Mabel’s Worry

Collab with @clownwry! They’ve been super sweet and very nice, and after getting inspired by this post, I decided to write a full on-fic about it... but then it spiraled out of control, so enjoy an angsty story featuring the sweater twins!

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Mabel sat up quickly, breathing just as heavy as an Olympic runner. She shook her head to clear it and she hugged her knees in self-embarrassment. It was just a stupid nightmare. Vague, no real plot, but still carried the overall message, the fear, anxiety, and still made Mabel’s blood run cold and sweat sparkle on her forehead. She needed to calm down, get herself together. Milk. Warm milk.

And so she quietly got out of bed and left her shared attic bedroom for downstairs. Despite being gone for nine months, she still knew this dark home by heart. She could walk it blindfolded if needed, but the moonlight leaking in through the triangular windows helped her in her journey. That and a small light coming from the living room. Like a moth to a flame, Mabel sleepily dragged her socked feet to the room and peaked through the doorway, half of her face hidden by wood and shadow.

Grunkle Ford was sitting in the armchair, reading a book in the light of a lamp. Mabel’s spirit was lifted, relieved and happy to see him, but she was hesitant to bother him. He was happy with his book, she really shouldn’t bother him with her own stupid problems. She should probably just go get her drink and go to bed and leave him alone. But then Grunkle Ford’s instincts alerted him of a spy and he looked up and instantly smiled.

“Mabel,” His blissful facial expression dropped suddenly remembering that she went to bed a few hours ago and it wasn’t quite daylight yet. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

This really wasn’t like her, for words to fail leaving her mouth, for her to be silent or non-vocal. But all Mabel could do was barely step into the light, hands behind her back, and shrug with her eyes to the floor. She was silent because she was afraid of what she would say if she dared to give herself the opportunity to talk. Ford grew more concerned, but he knew what to do; he had more practice under his belt now than he did months ago. He smiled softly at his niece, closed his book and sat it on the dino skull, and patted his thigh. “Come here.”

Mabel looked up and bit her lip. The dame broke over her uncle’s kindness. With watering eyes she ran into his lap and clung onto him tightly, burying her face in his chest and whimpering as tears left her eyes. Ford hugged her back tightly and petted her soft long brown hair. The girl might be thirteen, but that doesn’t mean she would stop having nightmares or no longer need comfort. Moses knows, as much as he would deny it, Ford still had nightmares and still needed reassurance. Not to mention it was well-earned after everything he and his family had been through… everything he put his family through…

Mabel was mumbling something into his maroon sweater. Ford thought it was moans, sobs, but as he listened he could actually make out words. “M’sorry… m’sorry…”

“Hey, hey.” Ford said softly. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, my dear.”

“... didn’t mean t’bother you…”

“Oh,” Ford cooed as gentle as a lamb. “Oh, sweetheart, you could never bother me. Never.”

Mabel sniffed. “M’sorry.” Whether she was still sorry for bothering him or sorry for being sorry was a bit unclear, but Ford decided it didn’t matter.

“It’s alright.” Ford eased. “It’s alright, my dear.”

After a few minutes of letting Mabel cry into his chest, Ford could feel Mabel make a sharp shiver in his hold. He got a pretty good idea, and so he gently had Mabel let him go. She whimpered like a puppy denied a treat, but she watched with sparkling eyes as Ford slipped off his maroon sweater, revealing a thin long-sleeved white undershirt, and he sweetly pulled it over Mabel’s head and smiled at her. She helped him by slipping her arms into the correct holes and she grinned as she now wore Ford’s old red sweater. Nearly every day he wore a Mabel Sweater she had made for her, whether she mailed it to the Stan O’ War while they were apart, or she gave it to him in person. Only every so often did he wear his old sweater, but they were both glad he did.

Mabel allowed her head to sink deeper into the worn yarn. Her senses and lungs were drowned in Ford’s scent, which brought along happy memories and good emotions. She hugged Ford again and he happily held her, petting her hair and just being there.

A few minutes of silence passed, and Ford made a prediction that it was a good time to check on her verbally. “Feeling better? Mabel?” He looked down and Mabel was asleep, one arm still around him, one hand holding onto his undershirt. Ford chuckled warmly in his chest, slowly stood, and carried Mabel to the attic to tuck her in.

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“Dipper, they’re ready!” Mabel called.

Dipper hurried up the stairs and ran into his shared bedroom, plopped on the beanbag, and Mabel started the call on the laptop they had on the floor between the two beds. The grunkles answered at once, sitting at the table and grinning.

“Well hey there, gremlins! How was your week?” Stan greeted.

“Pretty good, just the usual school stuff.” Dipper answered.

“Did you get the package?” Mabel asked.

Ford grinned and picked up the large sealed box and placed it on the table. “Yes, perfectly intact! We picked it up in Pevek two days ago.”

“What?! And you haven’t opened it?!”

“Oh, well we thought we should wait until…”

“You two will freeze!” Mabel shook her head and smiled. “Open it and get warm!”

Stan rolled his eyes as he pulled out his pocketknife and cut the tape. “Sweetie, in the last two years we’ve been sailing you’ve sent us three trunks full of blankets, eight pairs of gloves, at least a dozen sweaters for each of us, six scarves…”

“Not that we don’t appreciate it, we always love your packages, my dear.” Ford interrupted. “But you work too hard. We’re never cold thanks to you.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Mabel said firmly.

“Oh wow! Mabel!” Ford gasped happily as he pulled out a new green sweater-vest with golden diamonds and a long-sleeved salmon button up. “This is beautiful!” Ford also pulled out a regular dark-orange turtleneck.

Stan noticed there had been two stacks of things. Ford had already taken out his stack, so the old conman grinned as he plunged his hand into the box and grabbed his new baby-blue sweater with a sailboat on it. “Sweet! And look here!” Stan pulled out another sweater, this one being a warm cream color with tiny pinetrees on the neck and wrists and waist of the sweater. “Wow, Mabel! Just when I thought your sweaters couldn’t get more impressive… this is so cool!”

Mabel blushed over the compliments. “I’m glad you like them. There’s still…”

“Oh, my dear, this must have taken you ages!” Ford pulled out one last item: a large knitted blanket to go with the others, this one made with very thick yarn that was as soft as the melody of youthful days. It was very large and could easily cover both men, and it resembled the sky perfectly, being dark blue with white specks.

“Thank you, pumpkin, this is amazing!”

Mabel grinned and said, “Just please stay warm.”

Ford smiled and nodded. “Of course we will. We’re always careful, my dear. And thanks to you I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be cold.”

Mabel wasn’t sure if she bought it, the number of times she saw their chattering teeth, tight jaws, and rosy cheeks and noses in pictures, but she decided not to fight it and she just smiled.

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There are some benefits to living in the glorious year of 2014. Many different forms of communication allow people to keep in contact, no matter how far apart they are. So not only did Ford, Stan, Dipper, and Mabel, text every day and send pictures and emails, they always had their Saturday night/Sunday morning video call. Always. So, of course, Mabel and Dipper were a little concerned when no one responded to their text messages to ask if they were ready for the call.

“Hey guys! Ready?”

“Rise and shine, sleepy heads! Can’t wait to see you guys!”

“Are you guys okay? We understand if you can’t make it this week.”

“Is something wrong? We’re not mad, but could you please text us.”

“Guys, seriously, this isn’t funny…”

“If we don’t hear back from you guys I will call the FBI! The CIA!”

“You guys do know how to use your phones, right?”

“Are you guys hurt?! ARE YOU DEAD?!”

Dipper looked up from his phone and across his bedroom. Mabel was in Sweatertown on her bed, buried in her favorite nightgown. Dipper sighed and moved to sit next to her. “Mabel, it’ll be okay.”

“They’re jerks.” Mabel mumbled from within the maroon yarn.

Dipper smiled and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’ll get payback when they finally answer.”

Mabel lifted her head just enough to peek at his twin. “But what if they never do…” And tears formed.

Dipper rubbed her back and said, “They will. I swear.”

But they didn’t. As time ticked from ten o’clock at night to midnight to even three o’clock in the morning, Dipper and Mabel stayed awake, waiting for a response, both of them knowing any attempt to sleep was futile. And when Mabel’s phone buzzed and rang for a video-call, they both dove and Mabel clicked the green button with a shaking hand.

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Stan gave his brother the mug of warm water. “You’re an idiot.”

Ford snorted and sipped the warm drink. “This isn’t coffee.”

“You don’t need coffee, you need to get hydrated.” Stan collapsed into the couch next to his brother. His eyes landed on the wall-clock, and he shot up quickly and ran for the bedroom. “DAMN IT!”

“What? What is it?!” Ford gasped.

“It’s Sunday!”

Ford groaned and slapped his forehead.

Stan grabbed his phone and found a dozen text messages from each kid and some missed phone calls. “Ah jeez, I know you’re wiped out, Sixer, but we gotta talk to these kids.”

“I don’t care if I’m on my deathbed, we’re calling them.” Ford hollered back as he loosened the grip of his blanket and Stan entered the room. His brother sat next to him and called Mabel’s phone.

At once Stan’s phone lit up with two distressed looking kids, both with wide eyes but missing their bedheads. “YOU’RE OKAY!” The two teenagers cried out.

Stan winced. “Kids, we’re really really sorry…”

“What happened?!” Mabel gasped. “Grunkle Ford, are you okay?! You don’t look very good, are you sick?!”

“Mabel, sweetie, I’m okay.” Ford eased. “I… erm, I fell overb-...”

“YOU FELL IN THE OCEAN?!” Mabel yelled in horror.

“Ssh, Mabel!” Dipper hissed, eyeing the door.

“Are you okay?! Are you on your way to a hospital?! Do you need anything? We can hitchhike…”

“Mabel, Mabel, please, I’m alright, Stanley’s been taking excellent care of me.” Ford said firmly. “I’m sorry we scared you, sweetie, but…”

“Well, good!” Mabel snapped, visibly angry and now full-on scolding. Stan and Ford glanced at each other nervously, getting flashbacks of scoldings from their mother. “You should be, knuckleheads! We can’t tell if you’re even still alive unless you tell us! Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you hear?! If something happened to you… I’m glad you’re happy and doing what you love, but PLEASE don’t kill yourselves doing it!” Mabel bit her lip as she realized she was yelling, and she used the long sweater sleeve to wipe at her damp eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Aw, pumpkin, it’s okay.” Stan replied calmly. “You’ve got every right to be mad at us. I’m sorry, I should have at least texted you. But I honestly didn’t cuz I was busy keeping this dork alive.” Stan teased, elbowing Ford and making him smile. “So, yeah, that was really scary and that wasn’t fair, but he’s gonna be just fine and we’re both okay and you know that now. Right?”

Mabel held her knees and sunk her face into Ford’s old sweater, only her eyes and the top half of her face visible now, but she wasn’t looking at them. “Yeah… Yeah, okay…”

“Mabel,” Ford said firmly. “Mabel, look at me.” He waited until her eyes were on him, and he smiled softly and said, “We’re okay. I promise, we’re both okay.”

Mabel couldn’t help but return the smile. “Okay… okay…” She sniffed and lifted her head a little, but her chin was still happily buried in red yarn. “So, tell us what happened? Was it the Kraken again?”

Stan grinned at the opportunity for a story, and the kids happily sat and listened.

~~~~~~~~~~

Almost fifteen-years-old. Dipper should know better than to run off into the woods after a dangerous anomaly, but he did it anyway. Mabel stayed home to make sure the monster didn’t come back, and was soon reunited with her boys as they arrived, breathing heavily. Dipper was okay for the most part. His arm was hurt and he had a black eye, but he was okay, and their grunkles were only a little scuffed and there was a leaf or two in Ford’s fluffy hair.

Mabel hurried to Dipper, but instead of hugging him like the three guessed she would, she smacked her brother over the head.

“Hey!”

“Mabel!”

“You KNUCKLEHEAD!” Mabel screamed. “Don’t you EVER do that again, you hear?! Don’t you dare! What were you thinking?! You just HAD to go after it! Couldn’t go inside like a normal person!”

“Good to see you too, sis.” Dipper muttered. “I had it under control.”

“I don’t care! What if you never came back…”

Dipper blinked and interrupted her. “Aw, Mabel, that was never gonna happen.”

Mabel bit her lip, held herself, and looked away.

“M-Mabel, I’m really sorry…”

“Here, let’s get you cleaned up first, and then we’ll talk about this, okay?” Stan eased, sensing that they needed a time-out. “C’mon, kid.”

Dipper sighed and followed Stan to the bathroom where they kept the first aid kit, leaving Ford alone with Mabel, who was well prepared to talk to her.

“Mabel, my dear, you have every right to be upset with him…”

“How could he do that?!” Mabel looked up at her uncle. “How could he think for a second it’s okay to just run off like that?!”

Ford chuckled a little to try to lighten the situation. “You know your brother. He has high ambitions and is extremely curious.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Mabel snapped. “It’s still stupid and selfish! I know he needs to do what he loves, but doesn’t he know how much I need him?! How can he just leave me behind?!”

Ford stared at Mabel. Her voice was cracking, her lip was trembling, and something in her eyes was screaming to be heard. Ford thought for a second, then dared to ask, “A-Are you talking about Stanley and I as well?”

Mabel sobbed. She yelled out in pain and collapsed on the bottom step, burning her face in her hands, and sobbed her heart out. Ford was stunned to hear her cry so hard, in so much emotional pain. She didn’t even cry this hard over any nightmares, and he had dealt with a handful of them. Poor Mabel was crying so hard and violently she gagged and retched occasionally, her body torn if she could cry or not but it was out of her control.

Ford got on his knees before her, but did not touch her. It broke his heart to see her so upset. And he and Stan had done this? Whatever it would take to fix it, he would do it. He was reluctant, but if sailing around the world with his brother was causing this much pain for their girl, then they would both agree to dock for good. “M-Mabel…”

“I understand…” Mabel mumbled through her tears and into her palms. “I understand why you had to go… why you both wanna go… b-b-but what if something happens to you?! How many times have you both gotten sick or hurt or nearly killed?! I miss you all the time and I’m always worried I’ll never see or hear from you again!”

“Oh, Mabel, sweetie…” Ford reached out a hand to put on her shoulder, but Mabel threw herself into Ford’s hold and he hugged her back tightly.

“I get it… I understand why you have to go… so WHY do I still feel this way?!” Mabel sobbed, clinging onto his uncle for dear life. “I’m so angry and scared and hurt! But I don’t want you to stop, I want you to sail cuz I know it makes you happy, but I need you to be okay!”

A lot of things clicked in Ford’s brain. Why Mabel always sent packages full of warm clothes. Why she always asked what they ate. Why she always checked on them. Why she was very observant and asked if they were okay if something was slightly off. Why she easily got worried if she didn’t hear from them. And why she always hugged them like she never wanted to let them go.

Ford blinked his stiff eyes a few times and forced himself to keep it together. “I’m so sorry, Mabel. You and your brother are everything to us. I love you two more than anything. If… If sailing causes you this much distress we can…”

“NO! No no no!” Mabel screamed in horror, holding on tighter. “No, please don’t stop cuz of me! I don’t- That doesn’t matter!”

“Mabel Pines,” Ford said firmly and readjusted his hold on her so he could look her straight in the eye. “You matter.”

“I-I know. I know.” Mabel breathed. “But… please don’t stop sailing cuz of me. Please. I don’t want you to stop. But… I want you and Grunkle Stan to be okay. I… I can’t lose you…”

A large lump was in Ford’s throat. He tried to swallow it away, but it didn’t work. He compromised and took advantage of the silence. He cupped Mabel’s right cheek with his left hand and wiped some tears away with his thumb. Mabel covered his hand with hers and turned her face into his palm.

“I understand, my dear. I do. And I’m so sorry. I swear, we won’t stop sailing unless we want to. You have my word. But I also swear to you that Stanley and I won’t let anything happen. We;re too scared of losing each other to let anything happen, believe me.” Mabel moved her eyes to his. “We will always come home. I promise.”

Mabel hugged her uncle again and cried into his shoulder, leaving him to rub her back and pray she would be okay. Ford opened his eyes and caught the sight of his twin at the top of the stairs. He must have heard Mabel’s screams and come to investigate, but decided to stay out of it. But a look from Ford told Stan that Mabel needed him too, so Stan climbed down the stairs, sat behind her, and hugged them both.

#GF #gravity falls #gift #collab #ford and mabel bonding #fanfiction #clownwry #sea grunks #angst #ANGST AND FLUFF

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bakugohoex · 4 years

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Can I request kenma showin off his s/o at some big business party since timeskip kenma is a CEO and streamer

“fuck, so she’s real then”

pairing: kenma kozume x female reader

cw: implied nsfw, swearing, kissing

word count: 2100+

a/n: baby kenma deserves the world, my posts really be getting no likes ooff, but as they say i like writing so hopefully more people can see my account and follow also love this request i like writing kenma because he’s such an interesting character who I feel would have be introverted but when needed dominant in the relationship

summary: in which kenma takes you to his company's event where his employees can’t keep their eyes off you so kenma shows them who you really belong to

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“You want me to come with you?” You question walking into your shared house, Kenma had handed you an invitation as his eyes went to the game he was trying to finish.

He doesn’t look up just sits on the stairs, “yeah it’s my company and I want to bring my girlfriend.”

You smile at the boy quickly agreeing as you put your hand out, he takes it walking up the stairs, your hand bringing warmth as his other tried to beat the enemy. Stepping into your shared room, he showed you what he was wearing a suit that Kuroo had helped pick out. It was gorgeous the way the jacket and bow tie would rest on him made your heart flutter.

His hair was up, you always loved this look, it was such a pretty sight but mainly you could easily pull at it when you had him deep inside of you, the front parts remained to keep his view limited, you smirked as you knew you’d have to wear something that fit with Kenma’s look. You saw a dress that hung on the side of the room, you raised your eyes as Kenma smiled throwing the console on the bed as he lied on his stomach.

“I got Kuroo to get it for you, I saw it last week.” He smiled as he watched you touch the black fabric, it went to the ground and had a slit up to your thigh, the thin straps would encase your neck as the low cut allowed for your cleavage to be visible. It was beautiful, you almost cried at the taste of your boyfriend but also how he knew it was something you would like. “Try it on then, we have to leave soon.”

You nod quickly as his eyes went to his game, his back to your changing figure, even after the many countless night in each other’s arms with his cock deep inside of you he still would never watch you change unless you explicitly told him too. You called his name softly, he turned around as your back faced him, the low cut unzipped as he knew you wanted him to zip you up.

He stood up his fingers grazing your collar leaving a small kiss on it he looked in the mirror in front of you the way you looked gorgeous in the dress, his kisses continued to the back of your neck, his cold fingers grazed over your exposed back as he zipped you up, the way the dress fitted your perfectly made his cheeks go rosy.

You turned around to face him, he was only a couple inches taller than you, but the way he made you feel as lust and love filled his eyes made you feel ever so small. He eyed you up and down, your exposed leg through the slit, his hand moving to your thigh, the cold fingers moving back and forth, his mouth turning upward at your heavy breath. The way your arms fell limply on his arms, your breathing quicker as his finger moved closer to your exposed underwear.

The way he pulled at it and snapped it back onto your hips made you arch for more, he refused, the sight of you under his control in this dress already making him weaker. This dress he chose for you was enough for him to fuck you senseless. He knew you would want to have a long night of sex after the event so would make you wait.

You pouted as he kisses you softly a haste wait slipping out of his lips as he licked at your lip, retracting with saliva coming from both your mouths. He admired as you did your makeup, deciding to leave your hair down, he watched you wear the necklace with the K on it he had gotten for you, the ring with the date you met adorned your finger with other bracelets and rings you had gotten previously, you put your hair to one side to show the long dangly earing that adorned your right ear, the tattoo of the cursive K behind your ear.

Kenma loved kissing there, he knew you were his and to have his initial on your body forever turned him on every time he saw it. Kenma saw you put the lipstick on as he did the cuffs to his shirt, the bowtie loosely around his neck as he wanted you to do it. The way his eyes grazed your legs as you bent down trying to find some small heels to still remain shorter than Kenma but more to be comfortable.

His eyes glanced the way your smooth legs were bent over, he thought of how they had been wrapped around his neck a mere hours ago, the way your fingers ran through your hair pulling at it to try and think of where you put the shoes. He wore the black suit jacket as it adorned him perfectly. He was picture perfect and it made you amazed when you turned around.

The rings he wore encasing his soft fingers, the small earing on the ear you had gone with him to pierce when one of his viewers on his stream sent money to get it done, he made a YouTube video of it which was uncommon on his YouTube library which mainly had I BEAT A …. and then there was the one thumbnail with you in it smiling in it. His fans loved seeing when you’d appear on his twitch streams or his YouTube videos it gave a more humanistic vibe to the boy.

You walked towards him doing the bowtie as he smiled at you, the way your fingers touched his neck and when you were done you brushed your thumb against his lip, he grabbed your hand kissing the top as you both left for the venue. It was a large venue with cars coming back and forth, even paparazzi to see famous streamers and youtubers who were attending Kenma’s companies big event of the year.

Even some of his team were coming some who you hadn’t seen since his your Nekoma days, you missed them and the last time you saw most of then was when you watched Argentina vs Japan at the Olympics. Kenma held your hand helping you out of the car, he let your arm wrap around his own, as he smiled moving towards the entrance, he didn’t want to be asked for pictures and stuff like that. The way your eyes brightened at the cameras flashing at you both, you smiled before Kenma almost dragged you along.

He walked inside, the warmer air hitting your exposed arms and neck, Kenma’s body still remaining close to you as he didn’t want you to be left alone at all. You spot Kuroo standing at the bar, as you gesture to Kenma to follow you.

He obliges as he lets you lead, the way you made everybody gawk at the sight of how beautiful you were, but your eyes were fixated on the boy at the bar. “Kuroo isn’t it too early to drink?” You laugh as he turns around smirking.

“Always the pussy Y/n, have a drink.” Kenma watches as he smiles at his best friend and girlfriend talking to one another.

“Baby.” You say to Kenma as Kuroo raises an eyebrow.

“How is this Kenma’s event and he looks like he doesn’t want to be here.” You giggled taking the drink as Kenma took his, his hand still around yours as Kuroo laughed at how Kenma was quiet.

“I had to make sure he didn’t bring a game.” You laughed as Kuroo acknowledged of the many times Kenma had a game in his hands before a volleyball match.

“Have you seen anybody else?” Kenma asks as you played with the fingers on his hands almost soothing him in an away.

“I saw Yaku and Yamamoto somewhere and Lev and Alisa arrived before I did, they’re already sitting down.” You nod as Kenma says a goodbye taking you to meet some more people.

The night continued as you talked to the team members, still shocked by how Lev somehow got taller, he reminisced with Kenma even though he was just boasting about all the spikes he used to do. Yaku and Yamamoto had been talking about their respective volleyball teams, you were glad they all did well for themselves and were doing things they were amazing at.

You were dragged along as Kenma made you talk to some of the people in his company, he spoke as you smiled occasionally adding your point of view which Kenma took on as his own. Before the conversation turned more casual and it was more onto your relationship.

“We always thought Kenma was lying about you existing, we hadn’t done much research on our boss but still you are fucking gorgeous.” One of the guys says, he was intimidating but you kept a smile as Kenma looked uncomfortable.

“Well I’m real.” You smile out as you didn’t really have anything to say.

A drunk guy had wrapped around the previous guys shoulder as he eyed you up and down like a piece of meat, he saw your hands wrapped in Kenma’s, the way Kenma stood in front to protect you from any of their gazes.

“Fuck, so she’s real then.” He hiccupped out as you gave a confused face at the thought that these people had thought Kenma was out of your league when you were definitely out of his league.

You didn’t answer as Kenma’s grip tightened. “I think Kuroo’s calling us.” You lied to remove yourself from their eyes, you turned around as you can still feel their gaze on you going out of the main hall, the area was empty and enclosed away from the event.

“They stared at what’s mine.” Is all Kenma whispered.

You hadn’t heard but the way his grip tightened made him push you against a wall. “I should’ve fucked you back home, then they’d know that you’re mine.”

You breath hitched as you felt his warm breath against your neck, he kissed the collar before sucking his way up to your throat, the biting of your neck made you moan his name as his hands wrapped around you waist, one even going inside of the slit to feel your exposed skin. He sucked as purple and pink bruises were left on your pretty neck.

“You know marking you turns me on, I should take you right here.” Kenma was never a dominant type letting you take control when he was tired or streaming but when he was pissed he would go all out for everybody to know that you would be begging for him.

“Ken..Kenma.” His name being a moan as he continued to leave marks around your neck, your head against the wall. He examined his fine work; you knew it was going to be embarrassing to go back in covered but at the time you didn’t care.

“Kitten.” His breath was heavy as licked his lips, he went to your neck before licking the back of your ear right where the K tattoo was, the way your breath stopped at the sensation, made you want him even more.

His hand wrapped around your neck as he went to kiss you, you kissed back as you were hungry for the taste of him, the way he dominated the kiss, the way he squeezed your neck for you to open your mouth, giving access for his tongue. The way he watched as you withered under his lips. He let go as his teeth bit into your bottom lip, tugging and bruising it to make you know it was his. The way saliva and spit were around your lips, he wiped it as he let go of your throat.

He watched as you craved his touch, your eyes pleading for more, as he smirked at the feeling of making everybody know you were his, the way you would walk back in with your bruised lips and dishevelled hair, the way your dress would show more leg than it had before, and what brought his most satisfaction was your neck littered in marks that would show to every employee who had been ogling at you that you were his.

You tried to re-adjust your dress but Kenma dragged you back in, the lights had been off only small spotlights, but you knew people could see, the way you whimpered under Kenma’s touch. You were putty in his hands, he took you to the dance floor, a slow song occurring as he grabbed your waist, the men who had eyed you previously staring as Kenma grabbed you closer to his body. They saw the marks, the visible darkened areas around your neck, they saw the way you looked at Kenma, the way you would let him take you in front of everybody right now. Kenma saw it as well and the satisfied grinned that encased his lips proved to everybody that you would always be his.

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hualianff · 3 years

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Ice Skating AU

The road to the Olympics was quite lonely for figure skater XL. XL’s parents supported his dreams at the expense of his health and mental wellbeing. XL’s coach, JW, purposefully isolated XL from other competitors, which further distanced XL from the peers who were envious of his talent and achievements.

After the Olympics–XL winning silver, much to the public’s pride–he suffered from detrimental injuries as a result of being overworked and malnourished; JW had put him on a strict diet and training schedule that was ultimately unsustainable. It took over a year for XL to successfully settle a lawsuit with minimal media coverage and monetary consequences.

Three years have passed since he retired. XL currently owns his own rink, teaching kids and adult skating classes on the side.

When XL competed, everything was so stiff and uptight. It got to the point where he wasn’t enjoying it and came to resent the sport in the end. When XL teaches, however, he gets to laugh with his students. He happily lends them a hand when they need it (unlike JW, who was harsh and trained him as if he were a machine). He celebrates with a student every time they land an improving pirouette, relishes in the pure joy in their eyes.

That’s how ice skating should be. Challenging but always fun.

Now, XL truly loves the managing and teaching aspect of the new role ice skating plays in his life. Owning a rink also allows XL to occasionally indulge in his old skills and routines. With no pressure to perform for anybody but himself, XL is free.

HC, a film grad school student, is forced to take a skating class after losing a bet with HX. HX’s partner, who had come up with the consequence on HX’s behalf, suggested a place called Wings, claiming they are “just trying to promote a fellow friend’s business.”

HC almost didn’t follow through with the penalty. He already knew how to skate. (His natural ability to quickly pick up any athletic activity is envied by all his friends.) Upon seeing just who the teacher was, however, HC reconsidered.

After all, losing a bet is no joke.

HC attends the evening class. He wears tight-fitting jeans and a maroon, long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms. The film student asks for extra help on his form despite knowing there’s not much to fix.

Understandably, XL is a bit baffled how this one tall, handsome stranger keeps asking to be guided into the correct position and spotted while skating across the rink when it seems he’s capable of balancing on his own. But XL is in no way complaining! And if XL happens to stare directly at HC’s small yet perky ass as he skates behind the taller man in case HC crashes, no one has to know.

One week passes. Then another. And another.

One month later, HC keeps coming back for classes.

“San Lang, you don’t have to pay for any more classes. You already skate well enough on your own!” XL informed his newest regular with a knowing smile.

“But then I won’t get to see Gege as often,” HC insisted with that charismatic smirk of his. XL hoped his face didn’t give away how flustered he was on the inside.

“W-well, the rink is not very busy one hour till closing time. You could always come in to practice. And I can watch you from the side!” XL said, looking off to the side. “Free of charge,” he added.

HC tilted his head, pondering. “Hmm, that sounds lovely. You’ll skate with me too?”

“Haha, sure! If there’s no one else on the rink,” XL laughs.

HC nodded. “Fair enough. However, I will be paying the amount I owe Gege. You cannot convince me otherwise.”

“San Lang-“

“No exceptions, Gege!”

They’re so close, XL realized. HC leaned forward on the counter which is the only barrier separating them from touching chests. XL allowed himself a couple glances at the muscled pec straining against the fabric of HC’s shirt.

“Well, San Lang can pay me back in a different way, m-maybe?” the former Olympian suggested. HC quirked an elegant eyebrow. He really was too pretty for XL’s poor heart to handle.

“Oh? What does Gege have in mind?”

Ignoring how suggestive HC sounded just then, XL built up the courage to utter one word: “Dinner?”

Much to XL’s surprise, HC visibly malfunctions by choking on his own spit, as if he hadn’t expected XL to be so forward. HC clears his throat right after, sputtering a measly, “O-oh?” 😳

XL doesn’t say anything else. He stands motionless while waiting for the younger man’s answer. 🥺

Luckily, XL doesn’t have to wait more than ten seconds before HC composes himself, standing back and placing his palms on the counter, satisfied.

“Dinner is perfect.”

XL: 🥰

HC: 😇

Things only got better when HC came around. Suddenly, XL wasn’t alone every night he closed. HC diligently visited every night he could when school and work permitted. They skate together as promised, HC commenting how generous XL is for offering special “private lessons.” XL is positive HC makes these innuendos on purpose and selfishly hopes HC doesn’t say them to anyone else but XL.

Funnily enough, XL has made his own fair share of innuendos–though completely unintentional.

(XL while skating with HC: “You’re doing so well, San Lang. Go faster!”

HC, raising an eyebrow: “Gege likes things faster?”

XL: 😳😳 “EEEK, I mean the speed you’re going at. I-it’s too slow-“

HC: *nods* “Whatever Gege wishes.” *winks at XL before zooming away*

XL, chasing HC: “Wait, how are you moving so quickly!?”)

(HC falls ill on a Friday when he would normally visit the rink. With no meds and a killer headache, HC texts XL to cancel their lesson.

XL: “San Lang, do you need medicine? I’ll come for you”

HC: “Gege 😳😳😳”

XL: “TO***** My finger slipped 😅”

HC: “Gege is getting quite bold now, isn’t he?”

XL: “San Lang!”)

***

It all boils down to a game of tag that got a little too competitive. It’s HC’s turn to tag XL. They’re zipping around the rink like flashes of light, the sound of their laughter echoing throughout the open space. Where XL is elegant yet sharp as he evades his pursuer, HC is aggressive and heavy as his skates dig into the ice in his haste catch XL.

“Gege is too fast for this poor San Lang. It’s too unfair,” HC complains, though he has no reason to as he gains up on XL for the third time.

“Ahhh, no no noooo!” XL shrieks as he’s chased into a corner by a sneaky HC. In his attempt to turn around to escape, XL is crowded against the clear divider between the rink and the lounge space by a smirking HC. One last duck is countered by HC rushing forward to lightly secure his hands around XL’s waist.

XL’s breath quickens as HC slowly leans down, a certain tenderness behind his eye that makes XL positively melt inside.

“Caught you,” HC mutters, his long braid falling haphazardly down his right shoulder. XL shyly looks down, pinned by HC’s inquisitive stare. A large hand comes to gently grip his chin, lifting his head to meet HC’s face. “Do I get a reward?”

“What does San Lang desire?”

HC’s eye flickers down to XL’s lips. XL’s eyelids lower in understanding. And relief. Then, under some unknown source of confidence, XL lifts his chin invitingly.

“It's your reward to claim,” he whispers. HC’s face splits in shock before morphing into an awed expression. He cautiously nudges XL’s nose with his own, making XL instinctually smile.

“Gege has indeed become bolder,” HC utters.

He promptly seals their lips, which curiously meld together before separating. A tentative peck. XL is the one to slant their mouths together again, pulling HC down by the lapels of his jacket. They experiment as they press together, pull apart, then meet once more in delicious bliss.

XL hums as HC takes control of the pace. The taller man holds XL close, caressing his waist as they languidly make out against the divider. XL whimpers as HC cups his cheek lovingly. There’s a warm brush against the seam of XL’s mouth. He gladly parts his lips, welcoming the sensual slide of HC’s tongue inside. HC doesn’t let up, eagerly licking along every hollow and crevice of XL’s mouth.

When XL playfully nips at HC’s upper lip, HC firmly presses XL against the divide, grunting as he’s provoked. Another cheeky nibble has HC pulling away, raising a challenging eyebrow at XL. Using the diversion to his advantage, XL surges up to wrap his arms around HC’s shoulder, running the flat of his tongue over HC’s lower lip before coaxing him into another sweet kiss. HC smiles approvingly, allowing XL to lead.

HC gradually shifts their weight so he skates backward, guiding them around the rink as they unhurriedly explore each other’s mouths. The scuffling of their skates paired with the slick sounds of their kissing serves as their own music and rhythm. XL surrenders to HC’s movements by resting most of his weight against the taller man.

“I knew you knew how to skate this whole time,” XL murmurs against HC’s lips. HC chuckles as he traces XL’s cupid’s bow, then places a chaste kiss to XL’s cheek.

“Always so perceptive, gege.”

“Hmm, it’s hot,” XL says without thinking. HC smiles in amusement as he switches to skating in circles, gaze never leaving XL.

“What is?”

“You skate with the confidence of a pro,” XL answers. He steals another kiss to HC’s lips, eyes crinkling as he smiles happily.

“Good thing I had the best teacher.”

“Oh, stop it, San Lang-“

“Make me.”

XL puffs his cheeks out in faux annoyance. But he can’t hold back a beaming grin as HC mimics his expression, over-exaggerating the pout that makes him look like a child whose candy was snatched out of his hands.

“If you insist,” XL sighs. He gives no other warning as he pounces, winding his legs around HC’s waist. HC effortlessly catches XL by underneath his thighs, pliant as XL crashes their lips together, hungry for much more.

(Brainchild with @no-one-says-hi)

#tgcf #heaven official's blessing #tian guan ci fu #hualian #hualian au #cerdrabbles #modernau #fluff #figure skater xl #film student hc #first kiss

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years

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REDACTED verse - The aloof Bombay & wounded Border Collie

Summary: They say you are what you are in the dark. So you prove just who you are when there's only you and Frederick in a dark house, with no one else around.

TW: [Swearing], [Profanity], [Angst with a happy ending] & [Mild panic attack]

So, first thing first, a little backstory about this oneshot. I had already written out the first scene a week before Redacted announced the discontinuation of Frederick & Bright Eyes series. Although he mentioned that it’s fine to continue on writing headcanons about the two, I was hesitant to continue writing this fic.

But I’ve been missing them terribly so I sat my ass down and finally completed it! Yay! Fred & Bright Eyes had one of the most interesting dynamics in this fandom so I wanted to give it a go based on my headcanons of them.

There's a strange sort of energy hovering around Vincent and Sam lately.

It's not subtle either. Its anxiety, stress and uncertainty all roll together into a heavily dense fog that makes you itches under the skin.

This has been going on for days now.

Vincent constantly has thick textbooks with him whenever he comes over to Sam's place. They would exchange short pleasantries before Sam hurried off to his Werewolf beau (it's sort of funny the first time Sam returns home, and you spotted courses of wolf's hair stuck onto the hem of his clothes and jeans. You figured that this man's main hobby was tussling with Wolves, but when Sam would sneak back into his own fucking house like a teenager, it wasn't hard to put two-and-two together). Vincent would then make sure that you and Frederick are fed, settled in for the night before he completely ignores the two of you in favour of his school work.

As if the two of you are a pair to toddlers. You'd laugh if it didn't annoy you.

Fred, ever the gentle sweetheart, attempted to make small talks at first. Tentatively asking if he's stressed out over exams and if there's anything he could do to help - the result was expected. With pen in hand, notebooks and the two hundred and one pages depicting the foundations of magical healing, Vincent rather absentmindedly shooed him away.

Sam is arguably the worst. Ever since he stepped outside of the house during their crash course of the Empowered creatures in Dahlia to answer a phone call, he returns with lines on his forehead and shoulders tensed as hell.

Their impromptu lesson ended just like that when another Clan member had to babysit the two of you after Sam stormed out of the house.

You don't know whether they realise how taunt their strings have been, and you don't really care, honestly. Just curious; you're pretty confident that something big will happen soon.

At least there's something exciting to look forward to other than Sam's disapproving frowns and Fred's frustrated attempts at making you bear your heart and guts out.

And something big will happen soon. Apparently, there's something equivalent to a magical Olympics that occurs every year called the Elemental & Energetic Games, and this year, the local supernatural academy would be the one hosting it in Dahlia. Interesting.

Speaking of which, you could hear Vincent talking to his lover outside your bedroom through his phone. "Sam's on the way... yeah, he just texted me." A short pause. "Yeah, I can do that. Hey, hey, Lovely - listen to me. Everything's going to be alright. You've been practising non-stop for the Games. You deserve a special night for a change. So here's what we're going to do: I'll pick up some of that blueberry pie you love so much on the way back, we'll watch some movies after dinner and then have an early night so you'll feel better tomorrow. Sounds good? Nice. Oh wait - I think I can hear Sam outside. See you in a little bit. Love you too, Lovely."

You tune the outside world after that. It makes sense now why Vincent was stressed out; he's busy playing the good boyfriend.

With a tired sigh, you try your best to occupy your mind. It's three hours to midnight, but to Vampires, that's practically early morning, and you're already so bored. You don't want to step out of your little sanctuary if it means having to deal with Sam, Vincent and Fred tonight.

Or ever. Forever sounds good.

Not knowing what else to do, you pushed yourself out of bed and padded towards the window sill. The cool night air greets you as well as the trees and shadows that stretch on for miles. Once you and Fred were officially brought under Sam's care as his Progenies, you quickly realise that his house is located on the outskirts of Dahlia. Where the forests sprawl behind the abode and the city lights are just far enough not to pollute the night sky.

A perfect place to raise a pair of unplanned Newborn Vampires. You conclude that either Sam enjoys living by himself in a secluded property or that this house was given to him by Mr. Solaire.

Either way, you would've love to sneak out and explore the forest if it weren't for the magical wards that Sam had warned the two of you. The moment you or Fred steps out of the immediate area, Sam would know right away that one of them disobeyed his rules.

So despite the pleasant night air, there's a strum of anxiety and restlessness stirring within you. Is it because of Sam's recent behaviours or the upcoming Games? You can't tell, not when no one is bothered enough to tell you what's going on.

You take a deep breath and take your sweet time to exhale the air out. There's no use in working yourself up; not when you just need to get through this Newborn phase. It's better to think of the future.

And that bastard's mangled corpse at your feet.

"You should've listened to your friend, little mouse."

Ironically, the monster's voice is the only thing keeping you sane during this whole happy house facade that Sam and Frederick insist on playing. Late-night fantasies of ripping that smug's asshole to pieces are the only thing that keeps you going, sad as it is.

It's not revenge; it's justice. It's your atonement for hurting Frederick. What good would apologies serve when you can present that monster's head to him? You're not deluded enough to play the victim; you're the reason why the two of you are the way you are now, but you'll be damn if you admit that to Sam.

Sam's already blamed you for what happened to Fred. Even if he never says it. His lingering glances and furrowed brows are telling enough. There's no need to give him more ammunition against you.

You breathe in and out again; willing yourself to calm down. So you start to distract yourself by planning to gather enough money and resources to leave the Clan once Mr. Solaire deems that you're safe to be on your own and to others. His kind smile and knowing eyes should've made you uncomfortable, but all you can feel is genuine compassion and understanding coming from that ancient Vampire King.

So. Priorities: Passing the Newborn period, gather enough money, clothes and anything else that's important, thank Mr. Solaire for taking you into his Clan, and if it's not too presumptuous, ask him to continue to care for Fred.

A knock on the door startles you from your train of thoughts, but you keep your gaze on the dark forest laid before you.

You heard the door creak as it slowly swings open and then, "Bright Eyes? Is... Is everything ok?"

It's Fred. Of course, it would be Fred.

"Mm-hmm." You reply absentmindedly. You didn't even have to look at him to know that he doesn't believe your bullshit. And him being your Sire makes it impossible to lie to him, so you often gives out vague responses.

Most of these days, your interactions with him are curt, with doubt thrown into the mix. Fred is hesitant to press you when you brush away his questions, and in return, you hide as often as possible so you wouldn't step on any emotional landmines in this house.

"Are you sure? Because I can kind of sense that you're upset..." Fred said after a brief moment of hesitation. Ah, it's going to be one of those nights.

The bond between a Sire and his Progeny once again proves to be a fucking nuisance. Not only could you not lie to Fred, but he could also sense phantom emotions coming from you. So much for privacy.

"It's fine, Fred. I was just thinking." There. Not a lie but not the total truth either.

"O-Oh." From the doorway, Fred bit his lower lip. Why is it getting harder and harder to approach Bright Eyes nowadays? He hates this distance between them. He hates how they rarely left their room.

He hates how it feels like he's losing his friend as the days go by.

"Do you, uh, maybe want to play a game or something? Vincent hooked up a Playstation 5 before he left. I think he also left some video games - "

"I'm not in the mood to play tonight, Fred. Maybe tomorrow."

Fred sighs at the clear dismissal. It honestly hurt; Bright Eyes constant rebuff is getting sharper and sharper. Without another word, Fred left Bright Eyes to their thoughts.

As usual, nothing is absolved tonight.

It's a boring rainy Wednesday night. The gentle pitter-patter of raindrops against the shutters promises an incoming storm when you hear the sound of rumbling thunders approaching the city from a distance.

Tonight, Vincent is too busy at D.A.M.N to babysit you and Fred. Sam already left the house an hour after the sun had set with his usual instructions not to go beyond the wards and that a Clan member would be coming over to supervise them.

Why does this feel like you and Fred are the unwanted children from a divorced couple? Oh well, all the more reason to leave the clan ASAP.

You plan to brood in your room as usual after draining your share of the blood bags in the fridge. However, the moment you take three steps out of the kitchen, lightning flashes across the sky.

The power trip, hurtling the entire house into total darkness.

"The circuit breaker," You murmur, inhumane eyes quickly adjusting to the darkness as you look around the area in 4K HD. "Did Sam ever mentioned where it was?" You tried to recall the house's layout from Sam's words alone, but you tend to tune out his voice whenever he speaks more than twenty minutes. So it looks like you better start from the basement.

Just when you're about to head downstairs, a whimper froze you. You tilt your head towards one of the bedrooms.

The sound is coming from Fred's.

You stood your ground for only a few seconds of hesitation before you quietly approached his bedroom and slowly opened the door as to not startle him — concern creeping into your heart.

Just like the rest of the house, Fred's bedroom is completely dark. Lightning flashed once more to illuminate Fred's huddled figure on the floor near the window. He's breathing very hard and rapidly with his head in between his knees.

Your heart twisted into a knot at the sight of a frightened Fred, and you couldn't help but wonder if this is how he looked like when that monster hurt him.

You forcefully put that thought away. You're horrible with words, but there's one way you can still comfort him.

Fred's breath hitches when your back lean against his. "B-Bright Eyes?" He calls out with a choked sob, head slightly raised in surprise.

When you said nothing, Fred let out a ragged sigh. "What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't stand the sight of me."

You blink and turn your head to give him a side-eye. Say what?

"Don't give me that l-look." Fred snaps after a sniffle. "You could hardly look at my face lately, and you only leave your bedroom whenever you have to eat. If it weren't for that, you'd happily pretend that Sam and I don't even exist."

"That's because whenever I'm around, you keep wanting to talk about Wonderworld, and Sam keeps shooting me looks as if I'm a shitstain underneath his fucking boots." You shoot back reflexively.

Much to the surprise of absolutely no one, your words upset Fred even further. "You can't talk about Sam like that! He's been nothing but kind to us. To you and you just - "

"He blames me for what happened to you!" Fred can't be this oblivious, can he?

Behind you, Fred went stiff.

"You're his Progeny, and I'm the deadweight that he's stuck with because you Turned me. He knows it, Vincent knows it. Fuck it, everyone in the Clan knows it! So why should I give a damn when I'm unwanted? And that's alright! That's totally alright! You want to know why that's alright, Freddy?" Lightning split the night sky. A rather powerful thunder shakes the house, but at this moment, nothing exists except for you, Fred and the tension that has been brewing between the two of you the moment your humanities were forfeit.

"I'm not planning to stay here any longer than I have to! The moment Mr. Solaire give us the green light, I'm out of Dahlia! Buh-bye! You and Sam can do whatever the fuck you want, but I don't want to stay in this city any longer! I don't have anything left here!"

Silence enveloped the bedroom. What are you even doing here? Why did you even think you could comfort Fred when all you've been doing is hurting him. Even now! This was a mistake. You should've -

"I was right. I'm losing you too..."

"Uh, what?"

Fred tucks his head in between legs tighter as if he's trying to hide from the world. "I think I always knew that you were going to leave me when you started to pull away from everyone. That's why I wanted us to talk about that Halloween night so badly." His voice is ragged, tears stream down his face. "Y-You said that you don't have anything left in Dahlia, but... you're all that I have left and if you leave... I..." Fred sighed and quietly continued, "I thought I was your friend. I thought I meant something to you."

"I've hurt you." You reply, just as quietly. "I've been hurting you since Wonderworld, and even tonight, I'm hurting you. I didn't listen to you that night, and because of it, we're here. You lost your family, friends and future and for that I'm... I'm so sorry, Fred. You didn't deserve anything that happened to you."

"Thank you, Bright Eyes. I-I needed to hear that." Fred reply. When he reaches for your hand, you squeeze it back. "What happened was... fucked up, but none of us knew about that Vampire. Or that Vampires actually exist. So it's stupid of me to blame you for our d-deaths."

"But I didn't listen - "

"Yes, you didn't listen but will you listen to what I have to say now, Bright Eyes? Please? I want us to move on from this together. I want us to be better."

Perhaps it's how raw and near begging Fred sounds that both of your walls are down tonight. Perhaps, tonight, you finally realise that it's you that doesn't like confrontations and that despite Fred's gentle and reserved nature, he has no problem mending the wounds between the two of you with force if he has to. Huh, who could've thought?

The two of you talk for hours in the darkness. It feels so awkward to bear your heart to Fred after everything, but to your immense surprise and relief, he listens to you patiently, and once you're done, he let you into his heart. All the fears, insecurities, regrets, shame and horror are laid between you and together, you address them one by one until the storm lets up.

And when the silver light of the moon peeking through heavy clouds, you found yourself snuggling with Fred on his bed. Your head tucks into the crook of his neck while Fred's arm is around you. It's strange how lighter your heart is now.

"Have you stop crying already?" You ask, wondering if you'd need to run to the kitchen to make a simple bag of ice for Fred's red, puffy eyes before they swelled.

Fred snort. He sniffles and squeezes your body in assurance. Being slightly taller than you, it feels sort of nice to be held like this. Despite their heartfelt conversation and confessions, the trauma they both carry is still fresh, but now, it doesn't feel like an overwhelming miasma threatening to drown you in guilt and sorrow. "Yeah, yeah. I'm alright now. It feels good to finally cry after... after everything."

"Can't relate." You bluntly interject. "I usually get pissed off after a crying session."

"I can actually believe that." Fred giggles. "I'm beginning to understand you a lot better, Bright Eyes. Thank you for listening; I know that words are hard for you, so I'm very grateful that you want to work things out as much as I do."

"Mn."

Outside, the rain has become a gentle drizzle, and the stars ushered a bright full moon. It's too lovely of a night to brood; you might as well take a nap with Fred.

"Bright Eyes?" Fred suddenly speaks up, bringing you out of your sleepy haze.

"Mn?"

"Do you... I mean... are you still planning to leave Dahlia?" His voice returns to its timid and hesitant state.

"Well... yeah. After our - urgh - mushy talk, I realise it's all the more reason I need to do it. You're the only thing I have left in this city after all."

"You want to leave me despite just saying that all you have is me? Uh, I don't... don't get it. Can you please explain it to me, Bright Eyes?"

You hold back a groan. It looks like Fred has discovered the magic of 'please' and your weakness to it. "I'm planning to kill the Vampire who killed us and use his skull as my apology gift to you."

Unlike you, Fred groans in disbelieve. You yelp when he manoeuvres you so your body can lie on top of his and trap you in his arms. "No... Bright Eyes, no... no hunting that asshole, OK? You don't need to give me a skull; just stay here with me. Skulls are gross anyway." He whines like a needy toddler, which, surprisingly, makes you feel fond instead of irritated.

So you roll your eyes and press your face into Fred's chest. Perhaps you can try to convince Fred to leave with you in the future, but for now, nothing matters but the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and the faint scent of wet grass outside.

They're going to be alright.

#redacted asmr #fanfic #second pov #they/them pronouns #bright eyes (listener)#frederick #vincent solaire #sam collins #will is mentioned

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Be My Last - Iwaizumi x Reader (Pt. 2)

Summary: You have trouble getting over a past relationship and it’s preventing you from moving forward. (~2.3k words)

Warnings: nsfw, poor communication tbh, angst?

A/N: There’s always trouble in paradise....

So I haven’t written a plot-heavy fic in a while. Anyway, I hope this is as dramatic as I intended it to be but not excessive.

Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

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Your phone vibrated loudly, nearly falling off the edge of your office desk but before checking the text, you were already scooping your personal items into your messenger bag and rising to leave the office.

Iwa had intended to meet you after work to grab dinner together before going home, and you quickly glanced at your phone to confirm his arrival while you made your way down multiple flights of stairs (turns out having an athletic trainer as a boyfriend made you a lot more fitness-conscious) to meet him in front of the large skyscraper.

You met him only slightly out of breath, hoping he hadn’t waited long, and he grinned as he saw you, arms uncrossing to take your bag from you and greet you with a kiss on the forehead.

“How was today? More good news?” You inquired cheerfully, linking your arm around his tightly as you started walking. He hummed, his pace still leisurely and his other hand casually resting in his pocket in mock humility.

“What, I haven’t impressed you enough?” He teased with a laugh, earning him a playful slap on the shoulder. Learning that he was going to be head athletic trainer for the Japan National Volleyball Team just last week was still fresh, and while you were excited for him, you were a tiny bit apprehensive about how much it would change his schedule. Even though he was already quite busy, you’d gotten used to Iwa’s schedule being predictable and being home every night, especially once he’d moved in with you about a year into your relationship.

While this new position was the biggest event on the horizon, quite a lot had changed since you’d met Hajime and lowered your emotional defenses to let him in, and that simple fact was evident by the way your hand unconsciously snaked down the length of his arm to interlace your fingers with him, as you continued to tell each other about your days.

He’d always impressed you from the very moment you met him. His confidence, his pure kindness and his genuine love for you were only a few of the things that made you love him wholeheartedly. The only regret that you had these days was that you hadn’t met him sooner, or rather, first.

Now, back in the quiet of the apartment you’d lived in for almost four years now, you and Iwa were locked in an embrace shrouded by the steam of an excessively warm shower. Despite the fact that you felt heavy with a generous dinner, the current somewhat pleasant turning of your stomach had more to do with the expert way Iwa’s fingers worked your center without compromising attention to your lips and tongue.

Soft moans of his name earned you the privilege of being gently lifted and pressed back against the shower tile, to leverage you steadily against the pressure of his heavy cock pushing past your walls into you as many times before.

He always knew where to touch and what to fill.

It occurred to you again as he coaxed one orgasm then another out of you with firmly delivered strokes, aided by the slick coming from your legs and the water that ran over the two of you, that you loved him. Fully and without reservation.

Especially when he pulled back to look at your flustered, wanting face, slightly tilted upwards to look at him with eyes enamored, your body fitting him like a glove, and you could practically see his heart swell.

A reckless, all-encompassing sort of love.

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“This is… a lot of food,” your friend pointed out with raised eyebrows as she watched you toss possibly a 15th packet of thinly sliced marbled beef for shabu shabu in your cart before moving along to the condiment section. You were grateful that she was accompanying you on this errand because even though you enjoyed grocery shopping, it seemed like you’d been here for a lot longer than you expected and you weren’t too familiar with most of the ingredients on the long grocery list you’d brought with you.

Besides, the cart was overfilled and you felt that eventually you’d need two hands to push it.

“Iwa wants to invite I don’t know even know how many hungry athletes into our tiny apartment, so I’m just trying to be prepared,” you shrugged.

“By buying the entire butcher shop?”

“Yes.”

“He better be paying at least, this looks expensive,” she murmured, only to open her mouth in a teasing ‘O’ once you flashed Iwa’s credit card in her face with a grin.

Amused, she tossed a pack of vermicelli noodles in the cart then let out a loud, wistful sigh before leaning on the shopping cart handle. You frowned in response, knowing exactly what that sound entailed.

“So when did Oikawa say he’d be back?”

She let out an aggravated groan. “Not for months and then by the time the Olympics start, he’ll be even more busy… This shit is so annoying, to be honest. It’s like he’s never off season!”

You tiptoed to reach a highly placed bottle of shoyu and another of rice vinegar and drop it in your cart. You sympathized with her frustration, you had known intimately once what it was like to be made second priority, even if that wasn’t your life now.

“At least you know he would still choose you over volleyball, no matter how much he loves it,” you reassured her.

You had said the statement without any deeper intended meaning, but when you turned your friend was still eyeing you carefully, concern written in her knit eyebrows.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she replied, deciding to drop it. But two paces later, she paused to a standstill, and asked, “Do you know exactly who Iwa is inviting over?”

You shrugged your shoulders again. “Honestly, I don’t care, it’s not like I follow sports anymore.”

To that, she replied with a soft hum of assent before choosing to talk about dessert instead.

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Seated at a corner table at the small coffee shop at the base of his hotel, Ushijima Wakatoshi looked carefully at the email invitation, noting the address more carefully this time, a wash of unsettling nostalgia rushing over him.

You wouldn’t notice it from the neutral expression on his face, but ever since he had made it back to this side of Tokyo, the concern of going back in time and revisiting old mistakes weighed heavy on his mind. Of course, he was excited about his new accolades and the opportunity to represent his country nationally, but with few people to share that news with, the reminder of what he had sacrificed to get here seemed less like a badge of honor and more like a condemnation.

For someone who insisted on moving forward, no matter what the pace or price, this was a particularly unwelcome feeling.

And of course, this sentiment was made way worse when it occurred to him that he was being invited to his old home as a guest. Well, he wasn’t exactly sure - while the apartment building itself was definitely the same one where he had lived so many years ago, he wasn’t completely sure whether or not the floor and suite number were the same. It would be an odd coincidence that Iwa lived there too now, but it was a nice apartment building after all, so he assumed it must be a popular place to live.

Still, he couldn’t help the mild uneasiness he felt at the prospect of turning up on that street.

What if by some unfortunate twist of fate, he ran into you? Whether in the lobby, sharing the elevator, maybe even in passing at the konbini where previously he’d surprise you with a custard taiyaki or melon bread to eat in the dead of night... What would he say? What could he say?

He had once practiced some silly assortments of words, many times ages ago when the ache in his heart for you became too much to bear and he thought maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too selfish to ask to come back into your life. He would come up with ways to explain why he’d decided it was better to remove himself from your life altogether over putting aside more time for you, or to explain that he’d made the decision for both of you in order to free you to be loved properly by someone else.

But the more time passed, the more ridiculous it seemed for him to try to ask you to forgive him for breaking your heart, and now three years had gone by.

Was three years enough time for you to forgive him for ending things without explanation? Or for moving out of your apartment while you stayed over your best friend’s house for an entire weekend so that he wouldn’t see you cry?

Ushijima took another sip of his coffee. He was overthinking it; the similar address was just a happenstance. You had probably long since moved on from that apartment just like you’d moved on from him.

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Paper plates, forks, knives and napkins were set aside on your living room table, and you’d cleaned out the patio to allow for more space on the thankfully warm spring evening. Iwa had rushed out with a kiss on the cheek to go get some ice after helping you set up everything, and now you were waiting, hotpot soup base boiling on the stove.

You’d finished just a half an hour before six, and you leaned over the kitchen counter to browse through your text messages. One had just popped up from your friend before you heard an early knock on the front door.

Surprised at the prospect of someone showing up early, you put down your phone and sauntered over, and without even checking the keyhole to see who was standing there, you swung open the door wide, cheerfully giving a warm “Welcome!”, only to find yourself staring your ex-boyfriend in the face.

There was a pause where it seemed like everything that kept your heart beating and your neurons firing had turned off for the split second it took you to recognize him. This was disregarding the fact that he too looked like all the blood had drained from his face when he also realized you were standing right before him.

“___…,” he pronounced in shock.

The sound of his voice calling your name made your heart pound and your head pound and quickly, impulsively, you moved to slam the door.

Reflexively, he blocked it with his palm, not meaning it as aggression, but spurred by the fear of immediately being locked right back out of your life, where he belonged.

“Wait, can we please talk?”

The desperate tinge to his voice was too much to bear.

It had been three fucking years! Why now?

But instead of forcing the door closed against him again, you found yourself running into your bedroom and locking the door behind you, heart pounding in your ribcage in a frenzy. It was hard to think, maybe you were being a little bit too dramatic, but you couldn’t help the panic pumping through your veins.

Relax, relax, relax.

Ushijima, too, immediately forgot that this was no longer his home.

Even if he knew this place like the back of his hand, he recognized the same sofa in the center of the living room, where he’d held you and had you just like every other place in this wretched space, it was no longer his.

It didn’t stop him from breaching the entrance without your invitation, boldly following after you just to knock on the bedroom door that kept you safe and secure, begging for your attention.

“Please, ___. Please, can we talk?”

It didn’t take a genius to realize that he was in fact in the right place, this was his - no, your shared apartment - and traces of another man, Iwaizumi, were all over it.

Your voice was choked up in your throat but you weren’t yet crying, however you were terribly frustrated. Frustrated that three years after a breakup you were taking shelter in your own bedroom all because your ex showed up at your door. Frustrated that he wasn’t being mean, but instead he was being kind; in fact, you were worried there was a wisp of something more you could see in the pained look he had on first regard.

Too much.

Ushijima knocked again.

“Please.”

The correct thing to do would be to face him properly and ask him to take a seat and maybe if you were feeling extra generous, ask him how he was doing politely, limiting yourself to polite conversation, but instead you didn’t say a single word, biting your lip to hold back anger and hurt.

Three years and you were still like this.

“___!”

His voice raised this time, and again the desperation was clear and tugging at your heartstrings, but you would be damned if you were going to move from this spot. He didn’t bang on the door though - Ushijima always had too much self control to do anything fear-provoking out of anger, but he let out a heavy sigh you could hear directly from the other side of the door.

“I’m sorry-”

Whatever he planned to say was cut short by the slam of the front door and Iwa’s harsh voice yelling, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Your eyes grew wide as you heard the shuffle of quick moving feet and the thud of bodies hitting the wall, and then you realized that what this looked like was way worse than it actually was.

You fumbled to unlock the door only to see Ushijima pressed against the wall, hands to his side but fists clenched as though he were deciding whether to fight back; you could tell Iwa had already landed a heavy blow from the red spot blooming on his face, and the fact that Iwa still had a solid grip on the collar of Ushijima’s shirt, his fist still dangerously close to his face.

“Hajime!” You yelled, pulling at his arm. “Stop!”

He resisted your plea for him to stop initially, and you could tell he was seething even if he was still. Who wouldn’t be, if they thought their girlfriend was being accosted in their own space?

“T-toshi wasn’t going to do anything… we’re exes.”

Exes?

Iwa gave you a blank look, taking in the info all at once, but what stunned him the most at this very instant was the painfully familiar way you’d said Ushijima’s name.

#iwaizumi x reader #iwa x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi #mae.writing #haikyuu smut #not sfw #haikyuu x reader #series: be my last

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