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hellcat8908 · 3 months

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I Didn't Know Azriel x Female Reader

WARNINGS: ANGST, ILLUSION TO ASSAULT (NOT AZRIEL), ASSHAT AZRIEL, LANGUAGE

You were alone in your apartment crying for the third day. A soft knock sounded on the door before Feyre's voice filtered through, "I was wondering if you'd like to join me at the studio and help with some classes." You ignore her as you had everyone else. She knocks again, "we're really worried about you. You haven't left the house, none of us know when the last time you ate or drank anything. Please, y/n. We just want to help." She says before the sound of glass shattering against the door filled the silent room. "Guess I'll check on you tomorrow." She says before walking away and leaving you to your misery.

They're his family. In the end, they'll always choose him over you. You can't even be mad about it because they were his first, and you'd already caused him enough pain. The sooner you left the night court, the better off everyone would be. You just hated being away from him. You hated keeping your secret but couldn't bear how things would change if he knew the truth. He'd see you as weak and pathetic if he knew the real reason you didn't show up the other night. You'd rather let him think whatever he wanted because no matter, you believed it to be better than the truth.

His words cut deep when you wouldn't explain your absence, and he hadn't tried to reach out since. You didn't want to know how he was doing because you couldn't bear living in two hells at once. You hadn't left the house, and you barely functioned. Cassian had left food for you, which you had taken a few bites of after he left. He was the only other one to know the truth, a secret he's forced to keep thanks to the tattoo hidden within his others. The only reason he knows is because he's the one who found you. He took you home as you begged him not to tell anyone. He told you to worry about it after getting cleaned up.

You refused to let Cassian help you unless the deal was struck that he wouldn't reveal your secret under any conditions or through any loop holes. Once he agreed you let him stitch you up. Shortly after he left Azriel pounding at your door. You glamoured yourself to hide your injuries before opening the door. "Where have you been? We had dinner reservations and you never showed!" He practically growls. "I know, Az. I'm sorry, something came up." You say softly. "That's it? That's all you've got to say?!" He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I waited like a fool and all you give me is something came up?! You know what maybe it's for the best you didn't show up. You may have saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life tonight!" He shouts tossing a black velvet box on the ground at your door. "Goodbye, y/n." He sneers before taking off in a fit of rage and pain, leaving you brokenhearted at the door.

Once he was out of sight you picked up the ring box and set it on the table inside the door. After locking the door you sank to the floor and fell apart. Broken sobs racking your body as you felt truly alone for the first time with nobody to blame but yourself. As the two days passed you barely ate and drank except for small bites from the food Cass delivered. You became numb to everything around you as you checked out, emotionally and mentally. Crying hysterically and forcing yourself to survive the panic attacks. You cried until you had no more tears left to cry.

Another knock at the door brings you back to the present. "Y/n, open up." It was Cassian. "I know you're in there and we need to talk." He says. "Go away." You say, your voice hoarse from screaming and crying. "I'm not going away and I'm not above breaking into your apartment." He says sternly. You walk over and flip the lock before laying back down on the couch. Cassian enters carrying a bag from the café down the street. He puts it on the coffee table in front of you. "Eat." He says. You ignore him. "I did not stitch you up just to watch you kill yourself! Now eat!" He commands. "I'm not one of your soldiers." You say, glaring at him. "Be thankful you're not. You're my friend and I hate seeing you like this." He says gesturing to you.

His words hit a soft spot and you reach into the bag and pull out a container of chicken noodle soup. "Thank you." He says softer after you eat your first spoonful. "You need to tell Azriel what really happened for both your sakes. You need to unburden yourself of this secret and stop letting him think the absolute worst." Cassian says. "Easy for you to say." You retort. "No, it's not easy for me to say, I know you're hurting and your so fucked up mentally and emotionally right now. I know this isn't easy on you because its clear as day how much your hurting. If other's knew, if you had someone to talk to I think it would help." He says. "He hates me. I broke his heart and he hates me." You say as tears fill your eyes.

"He doesn't hate you. He just wants answers, answers only you can give him." Cass says trying to reassure you. "Cass, look on the table, he made it clear how much he hates me that night. He told me I saved him from making the biggest mistake of his life before tossing that on the ground." You say through sobs as you relive the moment. "He isn't coming back and nothing is going to change that. He's better off without me. He's already suffered enough and anything is better than the truth. I release you from the bargain, it was wrong of me to make you agree to it and I've been a shitty enough person already." You say before locking yourself in the bedroom as you fall apart all over again until you cry yourself to sleep.

You awake to the sound of someone pounding on the door. Looking at the clock its 3 in the morning. Half asleep you answer the door, surprised to see Azriel standing there. You swing the door open wider before walking towards the kitchen and putting a kettle on for tea. "It's on the table, grab it and go. I know you hate me so I won't stop you." You say emotionless. "What? You think I'm here for the ring?" He asks. "Yes, figured you'd be back to get it so you can get your money back." "To hell with the ring! Y/n, is it true?" Your shoulders sag and your heart sinks. Of course Cassian told him right away. "Yes." You say as you grab a tea bag from the container. You hear glass shatter knowing if this keeps up you'll need new dishware. You turn and see the shattered cup on the floor and the contents dripping on the wall.

"I'm sorry, shit. I'll replace it." Azriel says quickly realizing what he did. "Don't worry about it." You say turning back to your tea. "Don't do that." Azriel says as you feel him behind you. "Don't pretend with me, please." He says following you into the living room. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asks directly, his tone soft. "I couldn't." You answer. "Why, y/n?" He pushes. Your hands start to shake forcing you to put down your tea. "Because I couldn't bear the thought of you thinking I'm weak and pathetic to allow something like that to happen. I couldn't stand the thought of you looking at me differently. You've been through so much already I didn't want to drag you through this. For me it was easier to let you believe whatever you wanted, whatever you felt like was the reason behind me not showing up."

"So you'd rather let me think the absolute worst of you than tell me the truth?! That some bastard thought he had the right to do what he did to you?!" He grits through his teeth before remembering to take a few deep breaths to calm down. "I understand why you didn't tell me but I wish you would've. If I had known, I never would've said what I did that night. I ended up making the biggest mistake in my life that night by not giving you the benefit of the doubt and seeing how upset and hurt you were. Instead, I only added to your pain with my hateful words and actions. I truly am sorry for the added pain and suffering I caused you. I hope one day you can forgive me and we can rebuild our relationship." He says, his hands craving to reach out and feel you.

#azriel x reader #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #sarah j maas #acotar fic #batboys #azriel #azriel angst

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pathetic-sapphic · 8 months

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First meeting with the Arcane milfs

One night you decided to visit the Last Drop after recently moving to the Undercity, and it didn't take long for SEVIKA to take note of your cute face. You sat at the bar, chatting with Thieram, while she watched you from afar, taking in your adorable gestures and the expressions you made while talking. After losing her card game for the 5th time due to being distracted by you, Sevika decided it's finally time she made a move. She joined you at the bar and started up a conversation. You were taken aback to say the least. You couldn't believe that you were lucky enough to be approached by such an admirable and strong woman who was, safe to say, exactly your type. And once you realized she's flirting with you? Best day of your life, that's for sure. The more you kept talking to her, the sooner you worked out that this was the scary woman of Zaun that almost everyone warned you about. You couldn't believe it at first, sure she seemed tough and rugged but she acted nothing short of protective towards you. Safe to say, you wouldn't mind getting to know the dashing and strapping woman better and it seems like she feels the same about you.

''Hey, uh, so I didn't notice you here before, you new in town? Hm, makes sense, I definitely would have noticed such a beauty if I had seen you around before tonight. Well, I should warn you, this place is full of dangerous creeps so make sure you're careful. If you ever need any help, you can always find me here and I'll make sure no one gives you any trouble, alright? Good, now that that's settled, how about we get out of here? I'll show you some of the best hidden spots in the Undercity and all I ask in return is your company. Now, what do you say? We got a deal, cutie?''

GRAYSON and you lived in the same apartment building and she noticed you as soon as you moved in. It was hard not to, especially when you brought over some baked goods as a gift for your new neighbor. She thought you were very sweet and always looked forward to running into you in the hall whenever she was coming back from work. Eventually, you worked up the courage to invite her for a cup of coffee at your place. This became a weekly thing and you two got close quite quickly. Before she knew it, Grayson had a huge crush on you. You always listened to her rant about annoyances at work (Marcus) and you would greet her with the brightest smile and kindest words. She just couldn't get enough of your company so one day she showed up at your door with a bouquet of flowers and waited for you to let her in. You were touched by her thoughtful gesture and even more when she formally invited you to go on a date with her, which you gladly accepted.

''Hello, darling, it's good to see you today. How have you been? Ah, these? Just a small gift to show my appreciation for the coffees and the lovely company you're always providing me with. I know I didn't have to but I wanted to, it's not often someone is so willing to listen to my endless complaints about boring paperwork. You're far too kind. However I must admit, my motives for giving you this weren't entirely selfless. I wanted to ask you if you'd like to join me for dinner, tomorrow at 7 pm? Great, it's a date then, I'll come and pick you up. I'm really looking forward to it.''

You ran into AMBESSA while she was exploring the sights and wonders that Piltover had to offer. You were hurrying along, not really looking where you were going in order to avoid the evening crowd as soon as possible. This led to you hitting what felt like a wall brick but was actually the Warlord of Noxus herself. Now you're lucky you're cute, otherwise Ambessa wouldn't even spare you a glance, much less help you get back on your feet. She dusted you off and checked you for injuries while admiring your cute apologies and red face. She decided not to tease you too much, seeing as you could already barely form a sentence just because she was looking at you. Deciding that she has found her company for the rest of the day, she went off to explore Piltover with a little wonder she found on her own.

''Careful there, darling, I almost ran you over just now. You need to keep a better view of your surroundings, understood? Good, now, are you hurt anywhere? No? Do you have anywhere to be right now? In that case, I was also looking to get away from these bothersome crowds and I am quite new in town so why don't you show me some hidden spots around town? Surely you know of some, as a local yourself. Wonderful, give me your hand and let's go, wouldn't want to risk you running into someone again. You're mine for tonight, darling.''

CASSANDRA met you whilst trying to get some alone time to rest her nerves during an incredibly taxing and boring gala. She exited to the balcony, trying to get some fresh air and escape the gaggle of people which endlessly needs her attention and, frankly, she was tired of it all. Cassandra was nothing but loyal to both her family and her job but, at the same time, she wished she had some sort of an escape from it all. Her prayers were answered rather quickly, because you soon joined her on the balcony. At first, you tried to leave because you did not wish to bother the Councilor but, surprisingly, she called you out to join her and keep her company. You soon realized just how lonely and exhausted the older woman was, as the two of you made some small talk she inched closer to you, putting her hand over yours and always maintaining eye contact. By the time the night was nearing its end, you were both smitten by one another and Cassandra wasn't going to let you just slip through her fingers.

''Well, hello there. Ah ah, where are you going? Why don't you come here and join me, I promise I don't bite. Good girl, take a seat here. Have you also come here to escape the stuffy atmosphere of the gala? I must admit, I found myself here for exactly the same reason. Don't get me wrong, darling, I do love my job but it gets so terribly lonely and bothersome at times. Lucky for me that I am graced with the company of such a sweet girl. Tell me a bit about yourself? Oh, we don't have time, you say? Well then, how about we continue this conversation tomorrow, at my place? Wonderful, someone will come pick you up later in the evening, you needn't worry about a thing, sweetheart. Have a good night, I'll see you tomorrow.''

#arcane #arcane headcanons #arcane x reader #arcane x female reader #arcane milfs #arcane sevika #sevika x reader #arcane grayson #grayson x reader #arcane ambessa #ambessa x reader #ambessa medarda #arcane cassandra #cassandra kiramman x reader

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howlingday · 5 months

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Can we happen to see more of that SilentKnight bit with them in the Ever After? I'd love to dive down into that rabbit hole and see how the rest of the cast take the new discovery that is Jaune, Neo, and...whatever the deal is with CC.

PS: Hope your day is going well and I continue to look forward to your works.

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I've been better, but I just gotta keep trucking along. Anywho, here's part two.

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"So... You and Neo, huh?" Blake said, ending an especially long silence held between the adults. Meanwhile, the children helped their mother with the chores outside, moving from laundry to preparing dinner. "How exactly did that happen?"

"It's kind of a weird story." Jaune said, scratching the back of his head. "First day I dropped in here, I aged about twenty or so years, and the week after, I'm saving a little girl and helping her get back to Remnant."

"A little girl?" Weiss thought for a moment. "You mean Alyx?"

Jaune gave a nod. The Rusted Knight, a hero of many a fairy tale, sat across from the team, with their former mortal enemy leaning onto him, the two looking like an aged married couple. To his credit, though, it was mostly the magic of this world that had done that to him. He took a drink from his tea, giving a satisfied sigh.

"Yup." He glanced past them to a figure in the doorway. "She almost died to because of a certain someone."

"I said I was sorry." The entity said with a purr. "What more could I say?"

"And you banged the Curious Cat." Yang gave a chuckle. "Guess that's out of the bag now, too, isn't it?"

"Har dee har har, Yang." Jaune said, clearly unamused. "Then I ran into Neo down here, and we just... kept fighting each other, every chance we got until..." Neo rubbed a hand over her swollen belly. "We stopped."

"So, what now?" Ruby asked.

"Well, I'm thinking we'll have dinner and then I'll take you up to the tree tomorrow morning after a good night rest."

"And then what?" Ruby asked. "Are you going to leave for Remnant with us, or are you going to stay here with... her." Neo gave a glare back at Ruby.

"I know there's a lot of tension between you two, but we should work together, don't you think?" Jaune asked, unnerved by the building tension.

"Why?" Ruby nearly barked. "Do you know how much pain she's caused us, or were you too busy thinking with your di-"

"DINNER~!" The girls called with glee.

"Well, I think we should all eat." Jaune stood up, turning to help his wife to her feet. He then looked to his guests with a smile on his face. "We'd be delighted for you to join us." His smile fell a little as he looked at Ruby directly. "And we can talk about this later."

#rwby #rwby au #silent knight #the curious cat #ruby rose #jaune arc #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #neopolitan

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bridgeportbritt · 2 months

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Margaret Royal History Museum | Hallow Slough, SimDonia | 1 Day Until the Wedding

Esther: Donovan?

Olivia frustrated: Dad, what are you doing here? This is my rehearsal dinner.

Donovan: I know...

Olivia: To the man, you forbad me to be with! Right in this very place actually.

Donovan: Olivia, I-

Olivia: You can save it, Dad. I'm getting married tomorrow. I don't want to deal with this.

Esther: Olivia, please hear your father out.

Donovan: Olivia, honey, I'm so sorry. I know now that I was being so unfair to you. The last thing I want is to be cut out of your life and missing all these big moments. You're my daughter... my only child. I'm sorry that it took you kicking me to the curb to realize the error of my ways.

Olivia: ...

Donovan: And... I know you have no reason to forgive me or let me in. But I hope you will find it in your heart to. You've always been so kind and sweet. Traits you clearly got from your mother...

Olivia: Dad, this is great and all. And, of course, I want to forgive you. Of course, I don't want to cut you out. I want you to be apart of every aspect of my life. But, that will always include Grayson. So, I think you know who else deserves an apology...

Donovan sighs

Esther warning: Donovan...

Donovan: Yes, honey... I know. You're right. (hesitates) Grayson does deserve an apology, as well. And I'll be happy to do that...

Olivia: Really? You promise?

Donovan: Yes, of course. Does that mean your old man may join in on your celebration?

Olivia: Yes... just let me lead you over to your new son-in-law first.

Donovan sighs: Yes, absolutely. And thank you, Olivia. Shall we?

Olivia: Thank you, Dad. We shall.

That face you make when you won the girl, defeated her mean ol' dad, and now he has to apologize to you for being a dick lol

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eggtartz · 1 year

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a/n : was watching koi mil gaya when the scene where rohit and nisha danced in the rain so that heavily inspired this hehe

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summary : dancing in the rain, izana in your arms that nothing could go wrong <3 (sweet fluff moments with a bit of suggestive themes 🤭)

"oh i think we might need to cancel our date tonight babe"

"the rain still crazy?"

"yeah the rain came out of nowhere, im sure the traffic's so bad. we should stay yeah?"

"yeah let's do that, i wanna watch this movie too im gonna cook some snacks" your boyfriend hummed and closed the window, muffling the rain sounds strumming against the earth.

izana planned to have a fancy dinner where kakucho recently has opened but seems like the weather has better plans for you two. while heating up the chicken, you plugged in your airpods and bobbed your head to the music.

wanting to take some leftovers in the fridge, you dramatically twirled to grab the handle. your mouth was mumbling the lyrics, although it wasn't clear because you don't remember them.

izana then saw your actions when he got out from the room. he smiled softly while leaning on the kitchen table, your hips swaying the to the music in your airpods. he walked to you, hugging you from the back and swaying his hips in sync with yours. his face was buried in your neck, smiling againts your skin. your hand reached for his face and you kissed him. placing your arms around him, he kissed you back giving smiles in between.

"you know what would be more romantic right now izana?"

"sex on the counter?"

"we could do that but baby, it's raining. how about we dance in the rain?"

"but we'll get fever love"

"then? you have the day off, i have the day off too. c'mon izana let's dance in the rain. c'mon c'mon!" you pulled his arms and went outside where the rain was shkwing no signs stopping. you instantly went under the rain and jumped into a near puddle, giggling.

"c'mon izana! it's so fun!"

"but gosh babe look at me, im already drenched" izana said with a sarcastic tone because he hasn't got wet yet. you grabbed his arm and pulled him under the rain. he groaned but joined nonetheless, his hands on your hips now grabbing you closer.

"here, this would set up the mood" you said while handing izana your left airpod. love story by indila was played so you extended your hand and he reached for it. slowly you two took steps on the puddles and the muddy water splashed when you two sped up the steps. izana ended the dance with hugging you tightly and swayed your bodies.

your clothes were soaking wet and it was cold but neither of you minded. you two kept hugging under the rain while izana twirled you a few times again. you put your hands on his chest, your head againts his chest could hear the beating of his heart.

"god how i'd love to continue this but our clothes are wet love. and im horny" izana whispered at the shell of your ear, resulting with him receiving a smack from you.

"okay fine we'll go inside"

"so, no sex?"

"izana stop it"

"still a no?"

"only if you give the whole princess treatment tomorrow then i'll think about it"

"deal!"

"catch me if you can if you want me so bad babe" you teased him while running back into the house, both of you wet and not giving a care about it.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #fluff #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev izana #tokyo revengers izana #izana kurokawa #izana fluff #izana smut #tokrev izana #izana x reader #izana x y/n #tr izana #izana scenarios #izana imagines

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allkordelia · 8 months

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Keep Me in Your Thoughts (59)

As dinner was finishing jaenara and alys quickly move from their chairs to follow baelon as he headed to the great chamber with maekar and baela, before they could follow them out the door, they were stop by rhaelle as she called after them. Both girls turn to rhaelle as she walk up to them with daena on her hips, daemon was standing next his wife with his arm around her waist.

"...sweet darlings, I notice you two did a lot of talking during dinner, can I assume you two are friend again." Rhaelle ask causing the girls to node with small smiles, "Brilliant. I'm so happy to hear that, we were just heading to read daena a story, why don't you both join us. Alys. You could do the voices you were always better them than me." The two girls glance at each other before they look back at rhaelle.

"Oh, we're pretty tired, mother." Rhaelle frown since it was still a bit early for bed, "Maybe, we can join you tomorrow, but I get to pick the book." Rhaelle and Daemon smile at her before rhaelle nod.

"Alright, lovelies. You both sleep well." Rhaelle bend to kiss alys's head before smiling at jaenara, as she pass them daemon kiss the side of his daughter's head before following after his wife.

Alys and Jaenara let out a sigh of relief before leaving the dinning hall, and heading to the great chamber to find baelon. As they walk around the corner, alys stop before pulling jaenara back making the young look at her cousin confuse. She turn to were alys was looking to see, baelon talking to rhaena who beam before hugging baelon.

Baelon grins as he hugs rhaena back, before they pull away, they heard baela call rhaena from down the hall making the young girl kiss baelon's cheek before hurrying down the hall. Baelon watch after her making Alys nudge jaenara motioning her to follow her, baelon lokk away from where rhaena left to look at alys and jaenara.

"Baelon, we need a favor." Alys says making Baelon huff with eyeroll.

"I don't do favor, pass it on to maekar." Baelon to leave when his sister move to block his way with jaenara next to her.

"No, he won't do it, nor will anyone else."

"All we need is a look out." Jaenara said making baelon glance at her.

"Look out?" Alys look at jaenara before telling her brother they were going to go to dragonmont to claim one of the wild dragons, baelon look at the two for a second before bursting out laugh.

Alys glare as jaenara frown at baelon's mocking laughter.

"You two think you can claim a dragon, please, no one has ever succeeded into claiming any one of the wild dragons in dragonmont." Alys's jaw square as she lifted her head.

"Well, that's going to change with or without your help." Alys looks to her friend, "Come on, jaenara let's go see what rhaena is doing, maybe she will be our look out." Baelon's smug turn to one of sour.

"Don't drag her into your stupidity, alyaena. I have half a mind to tell mother and father–"

"If you do then I'll tell them about the first time you went to dragonmont with jacerys." She threaten making baelon scowl her, "Or I could help you." Alys smiles slyly, baelon look at her with a look.

"With?" He ask.

"I know you have little time to spare with training and lessons, so I propose, I'll take on some of your tasks for one moon so you can spend the rest with doing...whatever you do." Alys offered making baelon hum thinking about it.

"Make two moons and you have yourself a deal." Baelon grins making alys roll her eyes.

"One moon and my desserts for the rest of the week." Baelon hums again thinking, alys watch her brother in annoyance as jaenara watch anxious.

"Both of your desserts or im not helping." Alys glower at her brother making jaenara chew her lip.

"No, that or–" Alys started.

"Deal." Jaenara said making baelon grin wider.

"Great. I'll give you two...let say until the hour of the ghost and if your not back in bed by that time, I'm going to wake up the whole castle and tell mother that you drag sweet jaenara to dragonmont to claim a dragon." Alys's jaw slanted as jaenara look shock at him before looking at alys.

"You clotpole. If you breathe a word to mother–"

"You do nothing, brat. It's my word over yours." baelon smirk stepping closer to his sister making her glare at him, "I'll wait in the storm drum and if your not back, I'm going to mother." He says smugly before he pump shoulders with his sister as he pass her and jaenara.

"What a prick." Jaenara said when baelon round the corner, alys look at jaenara surprise.

"Jaenara." Alys says amuse, jaenara look at her with a straight face.

"What? You were thinking it, too."

Alys giggle grab looping her arm through jaenara's own arm, before pulling her down the hall going the opposite way baelon went.

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Neither Alys or Jaenara could sleep. They both stayed in their own rooms trying to recruit the words they were taught when claiming a dragon, the nerves that rattle through them as they count the minutes before taking a dragon as they own was disquieting.

Jaenara sat up in bed and move the cover before sliding out of bed and slipping into her clothes she had on her trunk, she wore a skirt that reach above her ankle and a tunic that was stuff in the skirt before putting on her riding boots that her father got her long ago. She poke her head out and look up and down the lit corridor before opening her door wider before stepping out and taking three steps across to alys's door and doing a little knock. She waited two heart beats before the door was open to reveal alys in dragonrider attire, jaenara move as alys step out and close her door behind her.

"Are you ready." Jaenara smile and nod.

"Ready." Alys held the lantern in her other hand as she put out her right hand for jaenara to take, they held hands as they headed down the corridor towards stone drum.

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Maekar was awake and leaving his room when he heard whispers coming down the corridor, he tip toe down the hall and poke his head around the corner to see his sister and cousin walk down the right corridor.

His feet follow after intrigue to know where they were going, he follow behind twenty steps so they wouldn't notice him. He followed them down the gallery and stairs before losing them, as he trys to head towards the middle baily, he had to hide in a dark alcove when a pair of knights stalk by. He waited a moment before he step out and glance around before hurrying down the staircase leading outside, it was raining so he ran carefully not to slip as he ran across the middle baily passing the armory towards the keep.

He quickly open the doors and hurried inside closing the door behind him before sliding the bolt to lock it, maekar cross his arms rubbing his hands on his arms, his soak clothes and the cool air from stone drum made him shudder. He look around the dim room before going over to the tall window and move the curtain further apart to let in more light, he looks around once again trying to figure out where could the girls be.

Maekar knew he couldn't be out this long knowing his mother has taken to having the guards to bed check ever since baelon and jacerys sneak out, maekar wipe the sweat and rain from his forehead with the back of his head before rubbing his fingers through his long white silky hair. He didn't know what his sister and cousin was up to and he had a bad feeling that it wasn't good, so he made a decision to go to the armory knowing their is were the knight stayed on rotation. He move away from the tall window toward the door, when he slide the door unlock and open the door a gust a wind hit him in the face and a soft whistling sound could be heard behind him.

Maekar turn at the sound and look around, their were no other doors and only a window that couldn't be open to make that sound, when maekar close the door the soft whistling stop, he move around the room trying to look for where the sound could have come from. He move his hands along the cold stone wall trying to find a door, he remember aemon telling him tales of secret doors around dragonstone and passages that lead to the village.

A slit in the wall made maekar stop as his finger brush against it, he put his ear to the wall before he knock taking note at the sound from on the other side. He pull before planting his hands on the wall and pushing only for it not to move, he stop as he frown in confusion before looking at wall, he move to the side and use his fingers to the edge of the slit. He pull making the stone wall move a bit, he stop feeling his fingers anchor before doing it again. When the wall was good distance open he move to the other side and start pushing the wall back until he stop, he step inside the dark passage before stepping back out.

He walk over to the lit torch by the door, before heading inside the tunnel. The walls of the tunnel was the same as the walls in the chamber, but the further he walk the walls begin to change from stone to obsidian material.

Maekar stop when he realize where this tunnel leads to he quickly turn run back where he came, as he got back into the room the door open revealing baelon.

"What are you doing here." Baelon ask, maekar look at his brother with a mixture of alarm and dread.

"I was looking for jaenara and alys, and I found that." He pointed to the wall behind him, "We need to wake mother and father, I think they might have went to dragonmont." Maekar said worried as he look at the wall.

"Can we wait. I sort gave them a time limit, and I'm not one to go back on my word." Maekar snap his head to his brother turning to fully look at him.

"You knew about this and you didn't tell anybody." Baelon shrug his shoulders, "Are you mad or just stupid–"

"Hey! No need for name calling. I was just trying to be a good brother and allow our sister a chance to claim a dragon." He said mockingly, "What's the big deal, I went down there before and I'm still alive."

Maekar grab baelon by the collar of his tunic making the young boy glare up at his older brother with a hard look.

"If you had any sense in that small brain of yours you would know that only one dragon lives in the east of the mountain of dragonmont. Where do you think those tunnels lead." Baelon's hard expression melted to one of realizion, maekar let go of his brother making baelon look at him concern as he rub his fingertips together.

"O-okay, what do we do, do we go after them or–"

"I will. I can probably still catch them if I leave now, you will go and alert the guards of the missing princesses." Baelon grab his brother's wrist keeping him from leaving.

"You can't go by yourself, those tunnels are mazes you get lost, maybe he isn't there maybe hes out hunting."

"Maybe, he is, but I'm not willing to take that chance." Maekar pulls his wrist from baelon but the young boy dig his nails into the skin keeping his brother rooted, "Baelon." Maekar said angry.

"Please, don't leave." He beg making maekar look at him in his eyes, "Please, I...I'm scared, I don't want to lose you. Let's get the guards and they can look in tunnels for them," Maekar glance away from his brother in thought, "Maky, please." Maekar look at his young brother, it was evident that the toung boy was close to tears as he probably blame himself for all of this.

Maekar nod his head making baelin loosen his grip on his brother's wrist, "We will get the guards, but we must hurry. Only pray that the cannibal is out hunting." He says as he pulls baelon along.

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The tunnels were dark and damp, it was hard to breathe as the two girls continue to walk through the tunnels for hours. The plan to claim dragons seem like a delusion to Jaenara as she didn't think the tunnels were going to be so confusing, when she read about the tunnels that lead to dragonmont the instructions sounded simple.

"Alys, we should go back, we been out here for hours." Jaenara says falling four steps behind her friend.

"Come on, nara. Don't give up now, I know we are close." Alys says as she carries the lantern up to see where they were going, alys went through the worst ordeal that a targaryen can go through, none of the eggs that her father got her hatch and the one she was given by her aunt was premature and died. She had waited years to have a dragon, she was tired of being made fun of by her brother and nephews for being dragonless.

No more, she thought, she will claim her dragon even if it means she have to be stuck in this tunnels for days to do it. She will get the respect that she deserve and prove to her idiot brother and nephews that she is as much as a dragonraider than any of them.

"Alys! Look." Jaenara gasp making alys look at her seeing her cousin point at the wall with long scratches on the wall, alys comes to stand next to jaenara before looking at her with a smile.

"We are close. Come on." Alys grabs jaenara's hand and they both run following the long fresh scratches.

The further they went the hotter the tunnels got and the air begin to become thick, they slowed down when they heard a beastly snore, alys and jaenara shared a look before venturing closer to the sound.

Alys excited hurried ahead of jaenara causing the young velaryon girl to follow after quickly to catch her with her, they carefully use the light to see the ground so they can move around the dragon so they wouldn't wake it. As they got closer the light of the lantern caught the black coal scales of the dragon making them stop.

"A-Alys." Jaenara whisper scared.

"Yeah." Alys whisper back equally frightened.

"I-Is that...could it be–" Jaenara didn't finish her sentence as the growl from the beast made her shut her mouth and freeze. Alys swallow thickly as she looks at jaenara who looks back at her, the entrance out of the cave was just a few feet away if they were quiet enough they can make it.

Alys put her finger to her lips motioning jaenara to stay quiet before she slowly took a step back, jaenara follow suit keep her eyes on the sleeping beast before them. It took everything in both of them not to weep, both girls blamed themselves for the predicament that they put themselves in. All jaenara wanted was to get back in alys's good graces and she knew claiming a dragon would do that whilst alys let her desire control her, now they might die and the only person who knew where they were was baelon.

Jaenara turn her head over shoulder and sigh to herself as they were close to the entrance, just a fee more steps, jaenara snap her head forward hearing movement and stills with alys. The beast turn his large head to face them, alys held jaenara's hand in fear as jaenara squeeze alys's hand in return as they stare frighten, they waited for a moment before sighing softly as his eyes remain closed.

The two girls look at each sharing a sheepish smile at the close call, jaenara move to take a step back only for a snap to echo through the cave making both girls grimace. They look down to see small bones of a baby dragon underneath jaenara's boot, a deep growl made the girls slowly lift their eyes up to see the black dragon known as "the cannibal" lift his head as he stares at the two girls.

"Run." Alys says pulling jaenara toward as they dash toward the entrance , the roar that came from the beast shook them as well as the ground as the dragon crawl after them.

—

Rhaelle and Daemon stood in the chamber of the painting table in distress, it has been hours since the guards left to find the young girls. She sent Maekar and Baelon back to their chamber, they didn't need to stay and endure wait.

Rhaenyra was also there. She didn't say anything just sat at the table tapping her finger in impatient.

Rhaelle couldn't help but pace the room, daemon couldn't help but watch his wife. He was chewing on his thumb anxious, he didn't know what to think or say to put his wife's nerve at ease.

"Would you stop that." Rhaenyra ask looking over at the woman, rhaelle stop making her and daemon flick their eyes over at her, "If you keep that up you pace a hole in the floor, sit." She motion to the seat next to her.

"I can't." Rhaelle went back to pacing making rhaenyra get up and walk over to her and daemon.

"You working yourself up is not helping anybody." Rhaelle didn't listen, she couldn't stop because she did than she'll just fall apart and she can't not in front of daemon or rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra look at daemon as he stare worriedly at his wife, rhaenyra look back at rhaelle before stepping close and grabbing her hand. Rhaelle stop and look at rhaenyra who surprisingly look apprehensive, rhaenyra may not show any love or kindness to her daughter but she still cared for her, she wasn't completely heartless. Rhaelle swallow hard before nodding making rhaenyra give a small smile as she leads rhaelle to the table with daemon following closely behind, rhaelle didn't let go of rhaenyra's hand and rhaenyra didn't pull her own away.

The silence was deafening. They sat at the table with rhaelle's other hand squeezing daemon's arm while his hand was covering hers, rhaelle look down at the table and notice she was sitting right in front of her birth island, driftmark. She scrunch up her nose at it before looking back up at the empty wall in front of them.

Daemon notice his wife's anguish look and rub her hand that was on his forearm, daemon was never one to pray to the gods for anything, mostly because he didn't need to but right now he close too. He and alys never had a proper relationship, she didn't find the stories he told her very amusing like her brothers and he never fault her for it. She was a mommy's girl and daemon didn't want to push himself between their relationship, but he wish he made an effort to spend time with her. He wish he said he love her, he wonder if she knows he loves her.

Daemon sniff as he blinks his eyes feeling them tear up, he use his other hand to rub a his eye, rhaelle notice and lean her head against daemon's shoulder making him bury his face in her hair.

It felt like they waited years when the doors to the chamber open, rhaelle was the first look over and get up being follow by rhaenyra and daemon.

A sob broke through rhaelle when she saw her daughter and jaenara walk inside, rhaelle ran over to her daughter falling to her knees in front of her before pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Daemon was right beside her wrapping his arm around the both of them, jaenara look at the trio before looking over at her who met her halfway.

It took a moment but rhaenyra put her hand on the back of her daughter's head and pull her to her hugging her, jaenara stood in shock, she doesn't remember the last time her mother hugged her. She slowly wrap her arms around her mother taking in the moment, maybe did down her mother did care for her.

Once the sweet moment was over, both girls were scolded, alys by daemon and jaenara by rhaenyra. Rhaelle was still holding her child as daemon scold his daughter about being reckless and told her how she had to apologize for leaving, alys and jaenara understood the punishment their parents gave them and was soon sent off to bed.

Rhaelle didn't want to leave alys's side, so she decided to stay in her room, just in case she had a bad dream and she needed her. That what she told daemon anyway, the real reason was mostly for her to stay close to her daughter. The girls didn't seem that traumatize by the ordeal, but rather placid which made rhaelle curious to know what really happen in dragonmount.

Once they got to alys's room, the little girl couldn't hold in her excitement and spilled everything that occurred, rhaelle listened dumbfounded at the tale that alys told her, from encountering the cannibal to being saved by Silverwing and Vermithor. The story was hard to believe but she knew it was true, her great-grandfather and great-grandmother saved her baby and jaenara.

It was close to the hour of the wolf when alys finally went to sleep, rhaelle strtch her arms over her head when a she stood outside her daughter's door. When she was about to leave back to her chamber, jaenara's door open making rhaelle furrow her brows at her neice.

"Hi, sweetie. You had a bad dream?" Rhaelle ask walking up to her, the young girl shook her head.

"No, I thought you were alys...I'll go back to bed." As jsenara was about to go close her door, rhaelle stop her putting her hand on the door before jaenara could shut it.

"Wait, um...can I talk to you for a moment." Jaenara chew her lip for a second before nodding, she open the door wide letting her aunt in.

Rhaelle step in before looking around the room, it was simple and neat not like her children who always had their stuff everywhere, rhaelle finally look at jaenara who sat on her bed waiting for her auntie. Rhaelle lean her back against the wall near the door as she face jaenara fully.

"How are you." She ask.

"I'm fine." Jaenara replied softly.

"You know you both gave us quite a scare." Rhaelle folded her arms over her chest, jaenara look at her with wide eyes and pouty lips.

"I know, we didn't mean too, we just...wanted to claim a dragon." Rhaelle hmmm nodding before peeking over at jaenara.

"Did you?" She ask making jaenara's brow and corner of her mouth twitch, rhaelle hum with a small smile moving to get off the wall and wall up to her neice.

Jaenara look up at her aunt as she kneel in front of her putting her hand on jaenara's knee.

"I'm happy that you both are okay, but do expect a proper punishment tomorrow with baelon. As much as I love my son he could be thoughtless at times, and he needs to know that his actions have consequences as well." Jaenara nod her head, she wasn't really sad about the punishment, it was expected, she just glad that her and alys rekindle and they survive a great deal, "Well, it's getting late and you should sleep, come on." Jaenara look at her aunt before she move to get under the covers, rhaelle tuck her in before brush a curl from jaenara's forehead to behind her ear.

"Goodnight, jaenara." Rhaelle said sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Goodnight, auntie." The young girl says back, rhaelle contemplates for a moment before she leans forward kissing jaenara's head, she stayed there for a second before pulling away.

"We love you, jaenara. I...I just wanted you know that...you are love very much by us." Jaenara swallow and nod slowly making rhaelle give another small smile and get up and goes towards the door, "Sleeptight, little dragon." Rhaelle says looking back at jaenara before blowing out the candle next to the door before opening walking out.

Both jaenara and rhaelle felt a type of relieve, like a rock was lifted off them, rhaelle needed to say that after so many moons if holding it in while jaenara needed to hear it. She was thought her cousins were lucky to have a mother like rhaelle, and after moons of rhaelle and alys keeping their distance for her, it was nice to know that she is loved by someone even if it's not by the person she want.

Maybe she should stop expecting that someone to love her, and allow others to.

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Summary: You get to know Jake's family better, learn few truths about your life, and try to figure out what Jake's brother's deal is.

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Chapter 9

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Chapter 10: Just You

The rest of the afternoon is spent hanging around the kitchen helping Sharon with some of Thanksgiving pre-prep.

Sharon keeps the conversation going, "So, Elsa, any special Thanksgiving traditions at your house?"

"Nothing too different than most people's, we'd usually go to my Grandma's for dinner with my extended family."

"We've got that too, that's Friday night for my side of the family. You'll get to meet all of the Lucarellis."

Jake pipes up,

"That's the Italian side."

"How many people is that?" you ask trying to get an idea of the size of the get-together.

"It's about 40ish people with all the generations. I'm one of five kids so it's our kids and grandkids."

"Wow, that's a lot of people. My extended family is 10 people," you reply with my eyes widening. Jake notices the look on my face.

"Don't worry about remembering everyone's names, I'm pretty sure it took me till I was about 10 to get it all right," he reassures me.

"Oh yeah, they're all dying to meet you. Everybody is curious about the girl that got Jake to settle down," Sharon gushes.

"Mom, you're making it seem like Elsa's going to be the main attraction. Don't scare her," Jake says to his mom in a fake whisper.

You laugh, catching Jake's eye. He winks and gives you that panty dropper smile.

The conversation pivots, and moves to your work,

"So what is it you exactly do, Jake was a bit vague about that," she asks.

"Probably not intentionally so, I work for Lockheed Martin in the research and development division. The specific details are literally top secret," you answer.

"You and Jake and your top secret lives, always thought that was just in the movies."

"Where'd you go to college?"

"Notre Dame for my undergrad and Stanford for my PhD."

"You a big football fan? That's what I think of most when I think of Notre Dame."

Jake snickers behind his mom where he is chopping vegetables for stuffing tomorrow.

"Yes, I'd say Elsa is a big football fan. She sat me down and told me Saturdays in the fall were for Notre Dame football and I was welcome to join her or find something else to do."

"I had to let you know my deal breakers. Not everyone enjoys Lydia and I losing it over every play."

"Lydia is Elsa's best friend from Notre Dame, she lives with Rooster in La Jolla," Jake fills her in.

"Oh yeah, you mentioned that Rooster had found himself a lady friend. Nice young man."

The food prep wraps up and you help Sharon clean up the kitchen.

She goes and sits down on an overstuffed armchair and puts her feet up on an ottoman.

"Well, I'm done cooking for the day, dinner tonight is pizza," she sighs out.

"Well earned, Mom. Do you want a drink? Make yourself comfortable," Jake asks.

"That sounds good, a glass of red, please. There's a few bottles in the rack in there, pick something out."

"Elsa, you?" he asks over his shoulder as he steps into the kitchen.

"Yes, please." you settle on a matching overstuffed sofa.

"Oh, you'll get to meet Mike tonight. He's going to stop by for dinner on his way home from the hospital."

"I was wondering when he'd make an appearance."

"Alicia and the girls will be here tomorrow."

"That was going to be my next question. Jake's mentioned them before, especially when I asked how he was familiar with Frozen. He called me Icy when we first met."

"I'll level with you, I love my granddaughters dearly, but if I have to watch that movie or Moana one more time I'm going to lose it."

"You and I will get along well. I've always liked my name, but it did get annoying after the movie came out."

Jake has reappeared with two glasses of wine and hands one to you and Sharon and disappears back into the kitchen presumably to grab his glass.

"So Jake mentioned you met at a bar, how'd that go? Did Jakey have some suave pick up line?"

You nearly snort on your wine,

"You want to tell her or should I?" you ask Jake as he enters with his glass. He sits down next to you with his arm on the back of the sofa and asks,

“Tell who what?”

You wait till he is taking a sip,

“Your mom wants to know how exactly we met at the Hard Deck and if you had some smooth pick up line.”

Jake nearly chokes on his wine,

“Hardly, I ran into her spilling her drink, which is the only reason I got to buy her a drink that night at all. We talked for a while, I apparently didn’t pick up some obvious clues nor ask her what she does for a living. I was drinking pretty fast because she made me nervous and then I tried to pull my ‘I’m a pilot and this how planes fly routine.’”

Sharon groans,

“You tried to explain how planes fly to an aerospace engineer. I’m sure I raised you better.”

“Hey, the whole pilot thing has worked pretty well in the past. Then she promptly gave me an epic ego check and left me a smoldering wreck on the barroom floor.”

Sharon’s eyebrows furrow, confused how anything could be salvaged that situation.

“I assumed I’d never see him again.” you add.

“Something about you definitely intrigued me and I wanted to see you again or at least say sorry,” Jake continues. “I got your number from a friend and invited you to a Padres game the next day, and for some miraculous reason you said yes.”

“I figured I'd get at least a baseball game out of it,” you add.

“But apparently, I pulled the old Seresin charm out and the baseball game became dinner and the rest is history.” Jake wraps up, kissing you on the side of your head.

“Your charm was not trying to be a flashy pilot, and just being Jake,” you reassure him as you pat his knee.

“You guys are adorable,” Sharon practically coos.

“Where’s Tom? I haven’t seen him around all day?” you ask.

“Oh he’s volunteering at the community health clinic. When he retired from his own practice he decided to volunteer a few days a week here and there to keep busy. He’s usually back by 5,” she answers. you look up at the clock on the mantle and it says 3 pm.

“That’s cool, what a neat way to stay connected and give back.”

Sharon has finished her wine and her busy day and an afternoon glass of wine has mellowed her out. She yawns,

“Well, I’m going to go ‘rest my eyes’ for a bit till Dad gets home.” She gets up and drops her glass in the kitchen and heads off to take a nap.

You stand up and look at the photos on the mantle and the wall. There’s the usual family portraits, some baseball photos of Jake and his brother. A large wedding portrait of Mike and Alicia, (you assume), baby pictures of the grandkids, graduations, and other family moments all line the wall.

Jake has joined you and is standing next to you.

"Your family literally looks like the fake families they put in photo frames," you tease Jake.

"I can't help that we were all gifted with gorgeous genetics."

Continuing to look at the photos each one is filled with that signature Seresin smile. The one that radiates pure joy.

"It's not just the looks, which I agree are top notch. You can feel the love your family has for each other, that comes through even though it's just a moment frozen in time."

"All family photos are like that, you probably have a wall like this at your house."

"No, they're not. A distinct memory I have is my mom smiling brightly for the camera and then her face going back neutral or RBF. She never walked around the world with a smile. My Dad was better about it, but I think that slowly faded over time by being with my Mom."

Jake wraps his arms around you, knowing how hard it is for you to talk about certain things.

"I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by how loving your family is. When I went to meet Liam's family when we got engaged, it felt like my family. Polite and cool, when they weren't sniping each other with passive aggressive remarks."

Jake kisses your forehead, it's always at his mouth level and easy to reach.

"I get that your relationship with your parents is in the 'It's Complicated' category, but understand, and this can't make up for the past, but you're a part of the Seresin family and all that love."

"You're going to make me cry. How are you so good at all this emotional stuff? I feel like I'm just figuring this out on the fly."

"This is only an observation, but I don't think you've ever felt real love before our relationship. Not to say your parents don't love you in some way, but it's based on you being something for them, like you being an Olympian. Real love isn't like that, it's based on you being just you. Just like you fell in love with just Jake, the man, not Jake the hotshot pilot."

The tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes, I take a deep breath.

"You realize you've made a better assessment than my therapists ever did. I really had to be in love to understand what was missing. Have I mentioned how much I love you?" you laugh, wiping at the tears with you hands.

"Yes, but I love hearing it.'

"Okay, I think we've made some good progress here today," you joke.

Jake looks confused.

"It's literally how every therapist, I've had has wrapped up the end of a session," you explain.

"Are we wrapping up this session?"

"I think so, I'm going to have to absorb that truth bomb and just bask in the love your family is lousy with."

He laughs and pulls you back into a deep hug. The tension in you melts away. You and Jake end up back on the couch snuggled together.

"So, here's your chance to preempt any embarrassing stories your brother might drop on dinner," you tease Jake.

He groans,

"Oh Lord, there's a few."

You spend the rest of the afternoon with your head on his lap as tells you stories about growing up.

Around five, as promised, Jake's Dad arrives home. You and Jake greet him and Sharon reappears to give him a kiss on the cheek. They discuss when Mike will be over to time the pizza delivery. Jake's dad calls out to the living room where Jake and you are still on the couch,

"Elsa, Jake tells me you like a good gin and tonic."

You sit up and respond,

"I do in fact like a good gin and tonic, got to prevent malaria."

Jake and you walk into the kitchen.

He responds with a good laugh,

"It'll be nice to have another g&t drinker in the family, these two," he points at Sharon pouring a glass of wine and Jake getting a beer from the fridge, "Are very anti-gin and tonic."

"I know, Jake has made his opinions known about gin, he said it was like kissing a Christmas tree."

"It is, it's so piney," he whines. You lean over and kiss his cheek.

A gin and tonic is slid across the counter to you, which you gladly accept.

"Thanks, Tom."

He holds his glass up in a cheers motion and you mimic him. The first sip is exactly on point, you let Tom know,

"Perfectly done."

"I've had years of practice," he responds drolly.

Sharon cuts in,

"Why don't you folks make yourself comfortable in the living room while we wait for Mike. I'll be there in a second."

You follow Sharon's suggestion and Jake and you take the loveseat opposite the armchair. Jake instinctually puts his arm up on the back around you. You wait for Tom to lob out a question.

Which he does, but not to you,

"How's the teaching gig going, Jake?"

"I really like it, I was a little unsure of how teaching would be versus active duty but it's so rewarding to get these pilots in, devastate them the first day and then have to be flying at my best to win at the end of it."

Jake and Tom keep talking about Jake's work for a while. Sharon comes in and joins the group. There's a knock at the door, Sharon jumps up to answer the door,

"Oh, it's Mike, I was wondering when he'd get here."

She opens the door to a similar looking man a few years older than Jake with a bit thinner build, but the same crazy green eyes and blond hair. Sharon takes the pizza boxes from Mike and Jake jumps up to greet his brother with a big bear hug.

A mix of each other's name, "Good to see you", and "It's been awhile" emanates from their hug. Everyone migrates to the kitchen and soon pizza is served up and everyone is seated.

Again you wait for a question to come your way and this time it does.

"Elsa, I hear you're a PhD aerospace engineer who went to Notre Dame on a gymnastics scholarship and works on top secret aircraft. Knowing Jake, one of those has to be untrue," Mike asks in more of an interrogative way than friendly. Like he's checking out your cover story.

"Nope, those are all true," you answer.

"If you're all those out of the world things, why did you pick my brother of all people to be with?" His tone is so serious that you can't tell if he's joking in a brotherly way or if he's being mean about it.

Your brain wants to go with the snarky response, which is "Because he has a very big cock," but luckily your filter is working and instead you say, l

"Because he is a very good man whom I love very much and who loves me just as much."

Sharon and Tom look at each and lift their eyebrows, communicating in that way old married couples do.

Mike rolls his eyes,

"Yeesh, you really are gone for him."

"Yeah, I think it's past the point of no return," you look over to Jake and he is watching the exchange between you and his brother like a tennis match. His face alternates from an adoring to annoyed look with each volley.

"Yeah, but I still can't believe he landed someone as high caliber as you."

Jake interjects himself to the conversation,

"I think we covered that enough, moving on Mike."

He does with surprising ease and pivots to his next question,

"So, how long have you lived in San Diego?"

"A little over four years and I, we actually live on Coronado Island, if you're familiar with the San Diego area."

The rest of dinner goes relatively normal and the get to know you conversations flow easily and feel less like you're a spy caught in enemy territory being questioned.

Mike excuses himself after dinner to get home before the girls have to go to bed.

That night as Jake and you are settling into bed, you ask Jake about his brother,

"Is your brother usually that aggressive to new people, or was it just me?"

"It was just you, I think it blew his mind that someone like you is actually in love with me."

"That I don't get."

"He's always been the do good of our family, he's a doctor, married, and kids. All things my parents are rightly proud of. I don't know if he feels like I one upped him on a partner or he's actually jealous."

"What about his wife, Alicia?"

"Alicia is lovely, I don't doubt those two are crazy in love, I just think he's put out that he's not the golden boy right now. My mom has been waiting for me to settle down for so long I'm surprised she isn't picking out wedding colors right now, so she understandably is excited and he feels a lack of attention, I guess."

"So the usual siblings vying for their parents' attention, like when you were kids."

"Yup, are you close with your sister? I know you call her fairly regularly."

"We're pretty close, my sister has always gone her own way, she didn't have the need to get approval and validation from our parents. She just did what she liked to do and that was art. So we weren't competing with each other in the same realms and could be friends. I think she liked that my parents were so over involved in my life that she had more freedom. But I think I've thought about family dynamics enough to today."

"Agreed."

Jake rolls over to spoon you and pulls you back into his embrace.

"I love you," you whisper.

"Love you too," he answers.

It doesn't take long to fall asleep.

Chapter 11

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She Thought She was Normal

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine

Word Count: 3902

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Warnings: Mention of Sex, some angst, And the slow burn begins.

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Bobby had packed up quicker than what the original plan was and showed up at the bunker two days later. Maria and Jess helped him bring everything in. God her uncle had a lot of books and none of the boxes were light.

He picked a room not too far down the hall from Maria’s and that was where a third of his boxes were taken. That would at least allow him to go through them and figure out what he wanted to do with them all. The other two-thirds of his boxes were stacked neatly in the library.

“Boys not back yet?” Bobby asked once all his stuff was inside.

“They should be here tomorrow,” Jess told him when Maria joined them in the library.

“Have you heard from John yet?” he asked Maria.

She sighed and shook her head, “No, and neither have the boys, at least not as of their call yesterday.”

He sighed and looked around the library, “I left him a message too. That man is stubborn as hell.”

“Well, no one gave him any real details so he couldn’t just run off on his own,” Maria told him.

“He’ll show up, eventually,” Bobby replied with a chuckle.

“Oh, we’re all getting tattoos and no one is arguing with me on this one,” Maria told the two of them.

“Excuse me?” Bobby retorted, not liking being told he was getting a tattoo, even from his niece.

“I came across it in one of the books on demons,” she began as she moved the books around on the table, looking for one in specific, “It’s an anti-possession sigil, and we all need one.”

It took her a moment to not only find the book but also the page the information was on, then showed it to her uncle as Jess looked over his shoulder, “So yeah, tattoos,” Maria said proudly, not giving them a chance to argue.

Bobby groaned as he read the information. The girl was good at finding things, although he wasn’t keen on the idea of a tattoo. Jess thought that the tattoo idea could be fun, and it was a nice image. It could have looked a lot worse and she knew it, as she’d read a lot in the last couple of days.

“You told the boys yet?” Bobby asked after handing the book back to her.

“Nope,” she replied, popping the ‘p’, “Figured I’d surprise ‘em.” she finished with a smirk.

That had at least made Bobby smile as he imagined their faces, “Have you found a way to deal with Azazel?” he finally asked them.

Maria frowned, as did Jess, “No, not yet, but now that you’re here, another set of eyes to help is always a good thing,” she ended with a small smile, not wanting to sound hopeful.

The three of them read through books and files before Maria got up around four to go make dinner, needing to give her eyes a rest but too ansty to sit down anywhere. Her mind was also too full to focus on anything else. She was still trying to figure out how to approach Dean when he got back, as she never forgot the bet between her and Jess.

She made a simple dinner, burgers, and fries, and even cleaned up afterward. She felt burnt out on research and needed a change of scenery but hadn’t felt the desire to go anywhere either. So, after dinner, she just bid them good night and went to her room. Maria plopped down on her bed and stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t long before a light blue and white glow from her top dresser drawer caught her attention.

“I don’t want more dreams,” she groaned as she covered her eyes with her arm.

The light from the book pulsed and she groaned again, like a child putting off a chore before she finally got up and opened the drawer, “Fine. I guess I can’t put it off much longer,” she sighed as she pulled the book out of its box.

The glow went away when she touched it. With everything that had been going on, she hadn’t wanted to add more to her plate but apparently, the book had other ideas. So now she was leaning against her headboard, rereading the chapter on Zamariel, for the fourth time. She had read it three times when she’d first discovered the book back at her Uncle’s, fourteen years ago. That thought made her pause and look up. Had it really been that long already, she thought to herself and shook her head a bit.

She still wasn’t aware the book was written in Enochian. It just looked like normal words to her. Maria read long into the night, far more information than she could absorb in one sitting or one read-through. Around midnight she finally put the book down on her night table before rubbing her eyes.

“Damn,” she sighed as she looked at her clock, twelve thirteen, “Guess time flies when you’re into something.”

When she clicked off her lamp and curled up in bed, she prayed that the dreams wouldn’t come, even though she knew they would. She already felt so overwhelmed with everything else that was going on, she thought that perhaps this would push her back toward whiskey if it was too much, feeling as though she was at a breaking point with her waking world. She even fought sleep for almost another hour before it overtook her.

She was at that lakeshore again with the forest around it and the snow-tipped mountains in the distance. There was a slight amount of cloud cover but it only added to the beauty. “Are you ready?” a female voice from behind her asked. Maria turned around, more curious than anything. No one had spoken directly to her in her dreams before, “Ready for what?” she asked, taking in the woman’s appearance. Long, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and an average physique, and she was a few inches shorter than Maria, dressed in similar clothes. “Ready to take the next step in unlocking your potential,” the woman told her, in a fairly level tone. She wasn’t quite sure what to think of this and had more questions now, “What if I said I wasn’t?” Maria asked, carefully. “Then things will continue as they have been and you won’t remember this dream,” the woman explained plainly. Maria turned away from the woman and sat down on one of the large rocks near the lakeshore, thinking, “What if I said I was ready but wanted to go slowly?” she asked. The woman moved over, closer to her, “Then it would go slowly, at your own pace. The learning would take place at night, in your dreams instead of in your waking world. So it really is up to you,” the woman said calmly. “Why do I feel like somehow the weight of the world rests on my shoulders?” Maria practically mumbled. “I’m surprised you don’t have more questions,” the woman said. “I have a ton of questions. I just don’t know if I want the answers,” she replied, sighing. Maria felt like she sat on that rock and thought about everything for hours but the time of day never changed, “Can you give me a week, to really think about this?” she finally asked. “Yes. Just read the book again when you are ready and I’ll be here,” the woman told her.

She woke up sighing, lying on her back, “I’m not sure I’m ready for this,” she whispered into the darkness of her room before she glanced at the clock, “Six thirty,” she chuckled without humor.

Maria climbed out of bed and got dressed. She wasn’t feeling in the mood to deal with anyone but she wanted coffee, so headed out to the war room, glancing in the library before making her way into the kitchen. Bobby and Jess were sitting at the kitchen table.

“Mornin’ kiddo,” Bobby told her, sipping his coffee.

“Morning guys,” she replied, sounding distant.

“You sleep okay?” he asked, a little concerned.

“I guess it could have been worse,” she chuckled without humor.

“Wanna talk about it?” Jess asked her.

“Not really. Not right now at least,” she replied, giving them both a soft smile before she sat down with them, “I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

“Journalling might help,” Jess suggested.

Maria thought about that while she sipped her coffee. When it came to certain cases it did help to sometimes write out the patterns to make it easier to figure out, “Thanks Jess. I might just give that a shot,” she finally told her, smiling a little.

Jess felt good that she was able to suggest something that might be able to help her. The three had idle chit-chat for another hour before Maria headed to her room, wondering if she had anything that might resemble a pad of paper she could use as a journal. She wasn’t ready to talk to her Uncle about it either, even if her father had said he knew. Bobby and Jess had gone back to research, mostly waiting for the boys to show up with Sam and Jess’s stuff.

She found a pad of paper in the desk drawer, thinking she must have put it there the night when she had unpacked her things. Once she grabbed it and a pen, she sat down on her bed, leaning against the headboard. Her knees were up and the pad was leaning against her legs, but every time she went to write something, it was like her mind went completely blank and it was annoying the hell out of her.

Hours passed and she still hadn’t written anything. It was like all her thoughts kept jumbling around in her mind, or at least that was what she was telling herself. She hadn’t even heard the guys come in, nor the sounds of them moving things down the hall to the room Jess and Sam had picked. It wasn’t until Dean opened her door and stuck his head in that she found out.

“You gonna help or just sit in here and let us do all the work,” he asked her, in a teasing way, with that damned smirk again.

“What happened to knocking?” she told him through her annoyance as she glared at him.

“Uh, forgot,” he said quickly, just smiling.

“Sure ya did,” she mumbled before she got up to help, pushing him out of the way.

“Rude,” he told her, rubbing his chest a little where she had pushed against him with her hand, using most of her body weight.

“At least I didn’t hit you,” she told him without looking over her shoulder as she walked toward the garage.

Apparently, they’d gotten a small U-Haul for the things they had wanted to keep since the space in the Impala was limited. Sam and Jess had talked a lot about what they wanted to keep and what wasn’t important to either of them. Now, everything they owned lay inside that U-Haul. Maria hugged Sam when she saw him, which instantly annoyed Dean, as she had shoved him. Then she helped them unload everything, taking most of it to their room. The two of them even had a mostly private bathroom with as far back a room as they had picked. This way Jess would have somewhere to keep her makeup and all that girly stuff Maria wasn’t interested in, nor would she have to even look at it.

They all ate after the U-Haul was unpacked. As they were sitting around the table, Maria spoke up, “So, everyone is getting a tattoo as soon as John gets here,” she said nonchalantly, but seriously.

Dean almost choked on his beer, which made Maria chuckle a little, even if she didn’t look over at him, “Excuse me?” he asked in utter disbelief.

“It’s an anti-possession tattoo, and everyone, including Uncle Bobby and John, are getting one,” she said confidently.

“Don’t try to argue with her boy, she showed me what it does. She knows her shit and this will keep all of us safe,” Bobby pipped in, backing her up.

“I already decided where I’m getting mine,” Jess said, giving Sam a very flirtatious look.

“Oh yeah?” Sam asked her, raising an eyebrow and smirking, “Where’s that?”

Jess leaned over and whispered something in Sam’s ear, which made him blush, deeply. Maria chuckled as she looked back down at her plate and Dean smirked, but he was looking at Maria, again putting on that cool guy front. There was a little more laughter before Bobby headed out and back to the library. They were still trying to figure out how to kill Azazel after all.

“Come on, I’ll show you the sigil,” Jess told Sam as she got up and took his hand, attempting to get him to follow her. She also gave Maria a knowing look, which only made her roll her eyes.

Sam got up, smiling from ear to ear as he let her lead him into the library. Maria sighed and started cleaning up. She still hadn’t figured out how to ask Dean if he was interested in her without being blunt about it. Dean leaned back in his chair and just watched her move around the kitchen for a while.

“So, are you interested in me or something?” she finally just asked him as she washed the dishes.

Dean’s face went from smiling to shock before back to that cool guy facade again, “You’re hot, why wouldn’t I be,” he said cockily, with a smirk.

She wasn’t sure why but his words didn’t make her feel better, and in fact, only saddened her, “Let’s get one thing straight. I’m not interested,” she told him, almost coldly.

He was glad she wasn’t looking at him as his jaw clenched before he left the kitchen, both hurt and feeling rejected. He had been trying to compliment her, not realizing that was probably the worst way to tell her he liked her. Dean didn’t say anything to the three in the library, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and finding a room much further away than hers to go drink alone.

Maria leaned on the counter in the kitchen once he left, feeling hurt that all he seemed to want or be interested in was her looks. She felt a hand on her shoulder and spun around quickly, only to find Jess standing there.

Jess saw the hurt in her eyes, “What happened?” she asked.

“Looks like you’ve got chores for the next week,” Maria said quietly, not even able to manage a smile.

“Wait? What happened?” she asked again, not fully understanding.

“I asked him and he’s interested all right, in my looks, not me. So, guess we were both right. I’ll split the chores with you or we can just call off the bet,” Maria told her, feeling a pull toward drinking again.

Jess felt bad for even having brought it up now. She had been sure she’d caught Dean daydreaming about her, at least that had been the look on his face. It didn’t seem to be that of a guy only interested in sex. She’d been around enough college guys to tell the difference. Jess grabbed a beer for her out of the fridge and popped the top before she handed it to her.

“We can call it off, the bet. I’m really sorry I was wrong,” Jess told her softly before heading back into the library, not giving her a chance to reply.

For a moment Maria just stared at the beer Jess had handed to her before she set it on the counter, knowing there was no real relief at the bottom of that bottle. She sighed before she went back to the dishes, deciding to deal with her emotions later, when she was alone. Maria wasn’t in a hurry as she took care of the dishes and then cleaned up the rest of the kitchen. No one came to bother her though. She even dumped the beer down the drain before she threw away the empty bottle. She headed straight to her room though, not wanting to be around anyone.

Since she’d gone through her detox and her grief at Sam and Jess’s at the beginning of the year, she felt things again. These were things that had started when she was fourteen and Dean had told her that she was acting like Sam, things she’d buried back with her grief. Now though, those emotions were coursing through her again and she wasn’t entirely sure what they were or how to fully deal with them.

“Somebody want to tell me what the hell just happened?” Bobby asked Sam and Jess, keeping his voice quiet, but needing information.

Jess sighed as she looked over at him, “I was so sure that Dean actually liked her that we made a bet. Well, I was wrong. He just likes her for her looks,” she replied, still feeling bad.

“What was said, exactly?” Sam asked, curious more than anything, as he had thought the same thing.

“She said that Dean said he was interested in her looks,” Jess answered, looking up at him.

Sam furrowed his brow, as that hadn’t helped at all, “Maybe I should go talk to him.”

Bobby was wondering what exactly had been said as well. He remembered the looks that not only he saw, but that John and William had seen when Dean was sixteen. He also knew that sometimes those kinds of crushes died over time so decided that he’d keep his eye on Dean, feeling protective of his niece.

Dean had been sitting in that room for at least a half hour at this point, drinking and thinking, two bad combinations for him when he felt the way he did. He still couldn’t figure out what he’d done or said wrong. In the past, he always had lots of luck with the ladies. He was smooth, charming, and could make women melt with that smirk of his. But Maria was a completely different sort of girl. He had known this but all women liked compliments, didn’t they? Something Dean wasn’t so good at was words outside of compliments on physical beauty. He had no idea how to tell Maria that he thought she was funny, confident, an amazing hunter, sweet, could cook like a chef, and had had his heart since he was sixteen when he’d seen her that Thanksgiving morning when she pulled the pies out of the oven.

“Dude, you awake?” he heard from the other side of the door.

How Sam had figured out which room he was in puzzled him, “Yeah, go away,” Dean told him.

“Dean…” Sam said, a concern in his tone.

“I said go away,” Dean repeated, a bit more sternly, not wanting to deal with his brother, again. He’d had enough of it on the drive to Cali and back and didn’t want to hear another word.

Sam stood out there for a moment, debating pushing the topic before he finally opened the door and went inside, “What happened?” he asked, closing the door behind him.

“Well, I was right and you were wrong, let’s leave it at that,” Dean said, not looking up at his brother before he took another drink of the whiskey.

“What’d you say to her?” Sam asked, concerned, but still gentle.

“I told her that I was interested 'cause she was hot,” Dean found himself just blurting out.

Sam closed his eyes and turned his head toward the ceiling, letting out a small breath, it all made sense, “You really are clueless, aren’t you,” he chuckled.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked, almost glaring at his brother.

Sam was doing his best not to laugh at his brother when he looked back over at him, “She’s not some waitress at a bar or some chick you’re picking up for a one-night stand. When was the last time you ever saw her give two shits about her looks? She’s a hunter Dean.”

Dean just rolled his eyes and Sam shook his head before he left his brother to his thoughts and whiskey. When Sam sat down in the chair next to Jess, she and Bobby looked over at him, curious, “What happened?” she asked.

“Let’s just say, Dean’s an idiot.” Sam chuckled.

“Well, I could have told you that,” Bobby almost scoffed.

“He likes her, he just has no clue how to tell her. Those two are gonna have to figure it out on their own,” Sam explained, “They’re both stubborn.”

Bobby knew that firsthand, Maria was his niece after all, and Dean was like a son to him. Jess also understood how that worked. They couldn’t push the two of them toward each other or get either of them to listen to reason.

Maria sat on her bed, leaning against the headboard, her arms resting on her knees as she stared at the ceiling. Jerk, she thought to herself. Being alone in her room wasn’t helping so she got up and headed down to the gym, needing to hit something and get out the anger that had surfaced. She passed Sam in the hallway. He looked as though he was headed to either his room or Dean’s, whichever one that was for the night, but she didn’t ask. Bobby and Jess watched her walk by, through the war room, before she disappeared down the other hallway.

She found the punching bag first, not even taping up her hands, wanting to feel every blow, picturing Dean’s smug, smirking face. At first, there was no pain as she got used to the feel of the bag. Then, she put more force into it, as if she was aiming for the wall on the other side of the room. Before she knew it, she was breathing heavily, her muscles tense and burning, and her knuckles were bruised before she sank to the floor. That was when the tears came. There weren’t many but she let them fall, still refusing to admit that she even liked Dean, or wanted to. When the tears stopped, she stood up and decided she wouldn’t hate him, but she wasn’t about to like him either. She’d go back to him being her rival, like when they were younger.

Her body was sore as she made her way back through the bunker to her room, gathering a change of clothes before heading to the shower. The hot water would feel good on her muscles and help wash away the rest of what she was feeling, relaxing her. She locked the bathroom door and just stood under the hot flow of water for a while, letting it all go. Afterward, she did feel better and was even smiling a bit as she made her way back to the library. She sat down in the seat she’d sat in earlier that day. Bobby raised an eyebrow, watching her.

“You good?” Sam asked her.

“Yup. I’m good,” she replied, lightheartedly as she opened the book she’d been reading.

The three were a little confused but dropped the subject. Dean still hadn’t come out of the room he was in, even after he finished his bottle of whiskey.

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Angel of God -- The St. Agnes Years - Chapter One

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Matt Murdock & F!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Pre-relationship, Slices of Life, Pining (oh, so much pining).

Word Count: ~1450 (for this chapter )

A/N: A look into AoG's Matt & Reader's lives together as children, from their first meeting until their eventual separation.

November 17, 1996

Dear God, please help me to be brave, Matthew Murdock prayed to himself as the taxi he was in pulled to a stop outside of St. Agnes Orphanage.

"Alright," the cab driver said in a thick New York accent. "Here you are."

"Come along, Matthew," the nun who had gone to pick him up from his temporary foster home said as she got out of the cab. "Don't dawdle."

"Sorry, Sister," Matt mumbled, trailing behind her.

He gripped his cane tight and adjusted his sunglasses, taking a deep breath before following her towards the entrance.

He fumbled for the railing as his cane bumped into a set of steps, slowly and carefully making his way upwards towards his home for at least the next nine years.

"Your things will be brought to your room," Sister… (Bernadine? Beatrice? Bonaventure? Matt couldn't remember, but he knew it was something with a B) said as they headed inside and down a winding hallway. "In the meantime you'll join the other children outside for recreation. Dinner is at six, nighttime prayer at six-thirty. Don't be late for either."

She opened another door and led Matt out into what he assumed was a backyard area.

He could hear other children laughing and yelling as they chased each other around.

"Ah, Sister Maggie," Sister B-name said as they walked up to another nun. "This is our new ward, Matthew. I'm entrusting him into your care -- I have urgent business to attend to."

"Of course, Sister Bernadette," Sister Maggie replied.

Sister Bernadette! That was it.

"Matthew." With that, Sister Bernadette turned and walked away.

Matt stood near Sister Maggie, unsure of what to do.

Suddenly a timid voice said, "Hi. I like your glasses."

Matt turned towards the voice. It sounded female, maybe slightly younger than him? Matt wasn't quite sure. "Thanks," he said warily.

"Are you an orphan too?"

The sting of losing his father hit Matt all over again. "Yeah," he said quietly.

A small hand slipped into his. "It's okay, I'll be your friend. I'm Y/N."

"Matt."

"There's some tables over here. Come sit with me."

Matt allowed Y/N to lead him to the tables, somehow already trusting of the young girl.

"So how old are you?" Matt asked as they sat.

"Eight," Y/N replied. "You?"

"I'm nine." Matt paused. "Have you lived here long?"

"Yeah, since I was two. It's not that bad here, you'll get used to it. Just don't make Sister Bernadette mad, 'cause she's really strict. The other nuns are pretty nice though, especially Sister Maggie. She lets me bring books to outdoor recreation, and if we have to stay inside because it's raining, she'll let me spend recreation time in the library."

"Is that what you were doing just now? Reading?"

"Mhmm. I just started ' Where the Red Fern Grows' , have you ever read it?"

Matt shook his head. "Oh, um, no. What's it about?"

"It's about a boy who goes hunting with his two dogs in the mountains. I can read it to you if you want. I'm not too far into it so I don't mind starting over."

Matt nodded, relieved that Y/N hadn't made a big deal about his visual impairment. Most people other than his father had either treated Matt like a pariah or as someone to be pitied, but she didn't seem to mind. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

"Okay. We'll have to start tomorrow though because recreation time is almost over."

Matt nodded again. "Okay."

As if on cue, the church bells began to ring.

Y/N stood. "Come on, you can sit next to me at dinner."

Matt smiled, relieved to not have to sit by himself. "Yeah, okay."

Y/N took his hand once again. She led him inside and down a hall, then turned left and opened a door. "Okay, so this is the cafeteria. All you have to do is sit and wait and Sister Gertrude will bring your food, but we can't eat until we say grace."

Matt nodded. "Okay."

A few seconds later a tray was set in front of him.

Matt wrinkled his nose at the overwhelming smell of overcooked meat and dried-out tomato sauce. "What is it?"

"Meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans, a brownie, and milk."

"Alright, children, bow your heads for grace," a different voice interrupted.

Matt bowed his head and waited.

"Bless us, O Lord…" the voice began intoning.

" And these thy gifts," Y/N and the other children joined in. "Which we are about to receive, in thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, amen."

"Amen," Matt echoed. He carefully reached out, feeling his way around the table in order to try to find his utensils without accidentally sticking his hand into his food.

Y/N took Matt's hand and placed it on top of his fork. "Here you go."

Matt smiled over at her as he picked it up. "Thank you."

He began eating in silence. There was something different about Y/N, something Matt couldn't quite put his finger on. He felt comfortable with her in a way he hadn't felt with anyone since his accident.

He wasn't able to think about it for too long, because Y/N began speaking again. "After dinner we all go to the chapel for evening prayer, then it's time to get ready for lights out. I can help you find your room if you want. Everyone's name is on their door."

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that'd be good. Thanks."

"And actually, um, I can come get you for breakfast in the morning too? Just until you learn your way around."

"Okay."

They continued eating their dinner in silence, and as soon as Matt was done Y/N stood. "Come on, we have to get to the chapel. Sister Bernadette doesn't like it if we're late."

She led Matt outside then through a courtyard to the chapel, slipping into a pew right before the church bells signaled 6:30.

A minute later Matt heard footsteps heading to the altar.

Y/N leaned towards Matt. "That's Father Reynolds," she whispered. "He's the priest here."

Matt nodded in acknowledgement.

"Good evening, children," Father Reynolds said in slightly accented English.

"Good evening, Father," Matt replied along with the other kids.

"Let us begin our evening prayer. 'In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit'. "

Matt joined in on the Sign of the Cross. "Amen."

Father Reynolds said an opening prayer, then led them in reciting the Lord's Prayer, the Hail Mary, the Hail Holy Queen, and the Doxology.

"How many more prayers are there?" Matt whispered to Y/N as everyone recited the Apostles' Creed.

"Just one more after this," Y/N whispered back. "Then we do a moment of silent intention, then Father Reynolds will say a blessing."

"Oh, okay." Matt was about to ask which one it was when everyone began reciting the final prayer.

"Angel of God, my guardian dear," they intoned, "to whom God's love commits me here, ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen."

Matt sucked in a breath as a thought struck him. He had asked God to help him be brave, and not even 2 minutes later Y/N had come up to him and immediately made him feel comfortable. And not only that, but she had even offered to be his friend. Maybe He sent me a guardian angel.

He turned his head towards Y/N slightly, resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. He knew she was real, because she had held his hand, but he admittedly wasn't sure what exactly angels were supposed to be like in human form.

He was jarred out of his thoughts as Y/N took his hand again. "Okay, let's go find your room."

She led Matt back out through the courtyard and up the steps of the orphanage. "Girls are on the second floor and boys are on the third."

They went up a couple of flights of stairs and down another hallway, then Y/N stopped in front of a door. "Here's your room. Bathroom is right across the hall."

"Oh. Okay." Matt hesitated. "Um, thanks."

"You're welcome." Y/N paused. "We're not allowed in each other's rooms after lights out, so I'll see you tomorrow morning before breakfast?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, okay."

"It's at 7, so I'll come get you around 6:45 if that's okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

To Matt's surprise, Y/N gave him a hug. "Good night, Matt."

Matt hugged her back, the last of his nerves fading away in her warm embrace. Maybe life as an orphan wasn't going to be so scary, especially with an angel by his side.

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hellcat8908 · 7 days

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Hi there! It's been a while since I requested because I have been busy with exams and i am completely burnt out and emotionally drained. So i was hoping you could write something for me.

This is how my parents met and i was thinking you could write it based on any bat boy or all 3 if u like. So reader walks in with reports or their a party. And someone removes her hair pin and her hair fall and it's all long beautiful and silky. And literally the whole party stops.

Thank you and have an amazing day! ❤

Hopefully now you get a chance to recharge your emotional battery and destress. Thank you for your request, it was fun to write something outside of my recent angsty mood. I hope you enjoy it.

Let Your Hair Down Poly Batboys x Female Reader

You began working for Rhysand as a secretary of sorts. He was always polite but never gave you a second glance, same with Cassian and Azriel when you did work for them. "You're coming to starfall this year, right?" Mor interrupts your thoughts. "You know I don't do crowds and parties." You tell her. "Come on, you can spend the evening with me. I'll save you from socializing." She teases.

"I don't have anything to wear, and it's tomorrow night." You say as a last ditch effort excuse. "I'll take care of that." She states cheerfully. "Alright, just this once." You relent. "If you'll excuse me, Rhys is expecting these." You say, indicating to the files on your desk. "I'll see you tomorrow night. I'll pick you up after work." She says before carrying on her way.

You gather the files on your desk before making your way towards Rhys's office. You knock on his door before he tells you to enter. He's entertaining a gorgeous woman who you've not seen before. "I'll see you tomorrow night." She tells him before taking her leave. "I have the reports you wanted." You tell him as you hand them over. "Thank you." He says without a second thought. "If you don't need anything else, I'll head home." You tell him. "That's fine. I'll see you tomorrow." He says as Azriel and Cassian walk in. "Have a good night." They tell you before turning their attention to Rhys.

On your way home, you deal with the anxiety that tomorrow night is already giving you. You keep trying to think of the positive things about tomorrow night, but you can only focus on the three unattainable Illyrian's you work with. You cook yourself dinner before relaxing with your book for the night.

The next day makes you anxious and on edge as your brain overthinks everything. You manage to retrieve the three suits for the guys and leave them in their offices. "Mor said you were coming tonight." Cassian says as you hang his suit on the back of his door. "Yeah, she talked me into it." You say nervously. "It's a lot of fun. Hopefully I'll see you there." He says, giving you a soft smile. You know he is just being nice, but you can't help the warmth that spreads throughout you.

You make it through the rest of the day, and before you know it, Mor is taking you to the house of wind. "Come on, you can get ready in my room." She says excitedly. "You're going to look so good." She says as she pulls a garmet bag from her closet for you. She unzips the bag and pulls out a stunning silver beaded dress. "Mor! It's gorgeous, but don't you think it's a little overkill for me?" You ask. "You'll be stunning in it. Just try it on." She says encouragingly.

After you change, you admire yourself in the mirror. You always thought yourself kind of plain, but in this, you looked exquisite. "Now for hair and makeup!" Mor says as she pulls you to the vanity. She expertly curls and pins your lush long hair to perfection, like your mother used to when you were little. With one final look in the mirror, she walks with you to join the party. True to her word, she stays with you, saving you from being the awkward girl in the corner.

You scan the crowd and find Rhys with his date talking to Cassian and Azriel. The three of them look amazing in their suits. Your eyes linger longer than they should before Mor pulls you back to reality, "Are you alright?" She asks with a knowing smile. "Yeah, I could just use a drink." You answer. Before making your way towards the bar. You order a drink and drink it quicker than you should. After returning the empty glass, you join Mor again.

"Come on, let's dance." She says as she drags you to the dance floor. Your drink gives you enough courage to go for it. The two of you start dancing and having fun. You can't help but smile as you let loose for once. As you're dancing with Mor, you don't notice the shadow that's found its way to you. It playfully works its way up your body to the pin holding your hair up. Suddenlyba gentle tug jas your curls cascading down. Even curled your hair is longer than most.

Sudden, it seems like all eyes are on you, including the ones you've been wishing, which would notice you. It's all so overwhelming in the moment as they admire your long, lush hair that perfectly frames your beautiful face. "I'll be back, I need the powder room." You tell more as you make your escape. The party seems to resume in your absence as you quickly make your way inside to regain your composure.

Meanwhile, Cassian, Azriel, and Rhys all stand momentarily stunned as a golden cord snaps between them and you. Rhys's date tries to regain his attention, but he dismisses her without hesitation. He tells her it's best if she finds someone else to spend starfall with. Once she is gone, they each blurt out that you're their mate. "What do you mean yours? She's mine." They argue amongst themselves for a few minutes. "Let's let her settle this." Rhys says as he starts towards the house, his brothers following behind.

You finish regaining your composure and sit in one of the chairs in the living room for a few minutes. Soon, the guys are walking in, causing you to stand up quickly, "sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I just needed a moment." You apologize, afraid you overstepped a boundary. "Not at all. Please make yourself comfortable." Rhys says. "I wanted to apologize for my shadows behavior, sometimes they have a mind of their own and forget their manners." Azriel says. "No harm done. I didn't even notice it at first." You respond with a soft smile.

"I'm sorry to have pulled you away from your date." You tell Rhys. "I'm not." He says with a feline grin, catching you off guard a bit. "I think I should rejoin Mor, if you'll excuse me." You say as you start to walk towards the door. "Y/n, wait. Please." Cassian says as he gently grabs your hand to stop you. "There's something we'd like to talk to you about." He continues. You look between them, "ok." You say cautiously before taking a seat. "Don't worry, it's nothing bad, we promise." Azriel says.

"There's no point in trying to toe around it, so I'm just going to say it. Outside something happened that will change everything if you accept it. The mating bond snapped for me." Rhys says, deciding to lay it all out for you. "And me." Azriel says. "And me as well." Cassian adds. "This isn't funny! What kind of a joke are you playing at?!" You say angrily before you feel the pull and snap of the bonds. Each string leading to one of them. Your body stills, and your eyes go wide. "It's no joke, darling." Rhys says knowing what just happened for you.

"All three of you? But how?" You ask, shocked. "Yes, all three of us." Azriel says softly. "I won't choose between you. I won't be the one to ruin your brotherhood." You say adamantly. "We're not asking you to choose. We don't want to deny each other their true mate. We are willing to share." Rhys says. "How would that work?" You ask. "However, we're comfortable. We've shared in the past, and it's been an enjoyable experience." Cassian answers. "There's no right or wrong. We just have to figure out what's best for all of us." Azriel says.

"We barely know each other." You say. "Spend the rest of the evening with us. We can get to know each other." Cassian says. "What about Mor and Rhys's date?" You question. "I already took care of my date situation. As for Mor, you can tell her the truth, or you can feign not feeling well." Rhys answers. "I can't lie to her." You say surprised he would suggest it. "Alright, so we tell her the truth." Azriel says. "Or we just wait for her to come looking for you." Cassian says with a teasing smile.

"I don't want you to miss the party, though." You say, knowing it's their tradition. "You're more beautiful than any starfall." Azriel says as one of his shadows lets down your hair again. "You can't help but laugh at its antics while you feel the warmth from the bond fill you. "You should wear your hair down more." Rhys says as he admires you. "Come on, beautiful." Cassian says as he stands and offers you his hand. "Where are we going?" You ask. "A private balcony where you can still see starfall as we get to know each other." Azriel says as he and Rhys follow you and Cassian out.

Once you're on the balcony, you can't help but admire the view as the sounds of the party are distant. "This view is stunning." You say as you overlook Velaris. "Not as stunning as you." Cassian compliments. Rhys hands you a glass of wine as they join you. "What do you think everyone will say when they find out about us?" You ask. "It doesn't matter as long as we're happy." Azriel says. "I still don't know how this will work." You say. "We'll figure it out along the way. Just do what feels natural." Rhys says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

#acotar #batboys #poly batboys #acotar fic #azriel #cassian #rhysand #cassian acotar #rhys acotar #azriel acotar

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anime-addict-362 · 2 years

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Pathetic Pt. 3

CW: Female Y/N, Switch All Might, self edging, mentions of masturbation, office sex, All Might is desperate, he practically uses Y/N with her permission

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Y/N stared out the office window. She got a few days off of work, both because of her hand and the fact that she could barely walk. Now she sat in All Might's office, waiting for him to come back.

Why? She was bored and everyone else was also busy. So she just stared out the window. Luckily, she knew his hours he was on patrol.

Soon enough, All Might came walking into his office, surprised to see Y/N. "Hello Y/N! What are you doing here, you're supposed to be coming back tomorrow," He smiled, watching her spin in his office chair.

"I had nothing else to do," She shrugged, stopping the spinning chair. "How was patrol?"

"Kinda slow," He stretched, dropping a bag onto the floor. "I was about to go get dinner. I would love for you to join me!"

She hesitated. "Is it anywhere I'll have to wear something nice?"

"Stopped going to those places when people kept interrupting my dinner," He shook his head. "I was just gonna bring takeout back here while I do paperwork."

"Yeah, that sounds good. Thank you," Y/N nodded, bringing her legs to her chest, setting her chin on her knees.

After All Might ordered, he pulled out paperwork. "How long were you here before I got here?"

"Only like 15 minutes," She responded, doing a single spin in his chair. "I got kicked out of my apartment."

All Might stared at her. "How are you just going to slip that in there?"

"Eh, it's not a big deal. I wanted a bigger one soon anyway," She shrugged.

"Well why'd you get kicked out," He questioned, sitting on the decent sized couch he has in his office. Man, it felt good to sit after being on his feet all day.

Y/N spun in the direction he was sitting. "I got like 9 complaints about people hearing us fucking," All Might immediately felt his face start to burn up. "Good news, no one identified your voice as yours. Which shocking, your voice is very distinct."

"What," He deadpanned.

"...well everyone knows your voice, because of your whole I AM HER-"

"No," He chuckled. "People heard us?"

"Oh. Yeah, definitely," She nodded. "But it's whatever. Not like anyone knew who I was. That's what I really care about."

"Sorry," He mumbled, not knowing what else to say.

"It's fine. Again, I was planning on moving out soon anyway," She leaned back in his chair. "You want help with paperwork? I'd be happy to."

"Yeah actually, I would like to get it done quicker," At his statement, Y/N got up and walked over to him, sitting down.

They spent the next 2 hours working in paperwork while sharing dinner. (You choose what you eat, doesn't really matter.) By the time they were done, they were tired and heading down to the lounge of his building.

"I forgot to ask you sooner," He cleared his throat, rubbing his neck. "Would you like to go to a hero ceremony with me? I usually don't bring a plus one but this one requires one. It's nothing special. Just being there for some new top heroes. Witness it and welcome them."

"Yeah sure, that sounds good," Y/N nodded. "When is it and what do I have to wear?"

"Two weeks, and something nice. Doesn't necessarily have to be a really nice dress but not casual either," He calmed himself down. She said yes, why was he still nervous?

"Alright, yeah I'll go," She nodded again, stretching with a yawn as the elevator came to the lounge floor.

The next week went by smoothly. Nothing big happened, everything was chill. The week after that was when All Might started running into some issues.

He was so fucking horny.

He's never been horny like he was at that time. During patrol, watching Y/N fight. Or when they were doing important paperwork. Just when he was home alone, left to his thoughts.

But they were so busy. All Might tried multiple times to ask Y/N for help, but he kept getting interrupted one way or another.

So he tried to get himself off alone. When he finally got home, even though he was tired, he gave it a shot. But absolutely nothing worked, no matter how many times he tried.

He used his hand, which did almost nothing. He did multiple positions while humping a pillow, which worked better but still didn't get him off. He was just constantly edging himself and it got to the point it was painful.

But it was around 3 AM at the point and he didn't want to wake Y/N up for something like that. That just seemed unnecessary and rude. He did want to bother Y/N.

Then came the night of the party. He sat in his office, waiting for Y/N. He didn't wear something all that fancy. Just a basic black suit.

"Sorry I was late," He heard Y/N's voice follow his door opening. He spun around to face Y/N, and his eyes widened.

She listened to him and didn't wear a dress. A suit top and a skirt. A short skirt. Okay, it wasn't THAT short. It was definitely appropriate. But everything was a little foggy with how horny he was.

"My Mom would not stop calling me," She mumbled, adjusting her top. All Might blinked as her boobs jiggled. Again, the top was not that tight. But he was noticing everything. "Something about an attack and how I should be careful-"

"Y/N," All Might interrupted her, making her look up at him.

"What," She blinked, looking back down at her chest since he was staring. "Is there something on me?"

"No."

"...well they aren't THAT big to cause this whole staring thing you have going on right now," She tilted her head. "And my bra is pretty tight so it's like the girls are moving all that much."

"I still want you," Y/N eyed him after he said that.

"What?"

"I need you," He groaned, moving closer and pushing her against his desk. "Can I? Is that okay? We don't have to."

Y/N took a second to process that before shoving him lightly. "I spent too much money on this suit jacket to stain it," She slid it off, tossing it on the couch. "Now we can."

All Might kissed her quickly, picking her up and setting her down on the desk. "I would've replaced it."

"In the next 20 minutes," She questioned, unbuttoning his shirt.

"I could've done it in 10," He shrugged with a smile, kissing down her neck.

She gasped as he bit down on her shoulder. "Hey, I am not going to this damn party with bite marks. Calm down."

"I don't think I can," He huffed. "I've waited so long. Waited all week to have this one moment."

"You did," She asked, just to be kissed into silence, hands moving her skirt up.

"Mhm. Wanted you all week but we were so busy. Whenever I tried, I got interrupted every single time," He slid her underwear off, throwing them aside. "I couldn't even get myself off."

Y/N's hand almost slid off of the desk when All Might started rubbing her clit with quick circles.

"Used my hand, tried humping my pillow but nothing worked. Nothing compared to you. I needed you," He practically whined, starting to finger her slowly. He remembered how to, following her previous instructions.

"Oh fuck," She moaned, pulling her skirt up more. "Should- Should of called me. I would've help you, darling."

All Might shivered, clenching his teeth. He wanted to fuck her so bad. "I didn't want to bother you."

"You wouldn't have," Her hips started to move with him. "Could never bother me. 'Specially if it was that bad."

"It hurt," He whined again, leaning forward and laying her back all the way. "God, it hurt to not have you around my cock," His voice dropped a few octaves, forcing Y/N to eye him.

He looked like a huge mess already. Kinda sweaty, eyes lidded, trained on her. She could feel that his hand was shaky and his pants seemed way too tight for how hard he was. She pitied him, honestly.

"Fuck me," She rushed out, leaning up and unbuttoning his pants.

"But- But it'll hurt," He stuttered, trying to protest. He wanted them both to feel good.

"If I can get stabbed, I can take a dick," She shrugged.

"...You've been stabbed-"

"Yes, irrelevant, fuck me," She sang out, leaning back once his pants were mid thigh, and spread her legs. "Now. Just... Go slowly, and I'll be fine."

"Alright," He sighed, planting his hands by her hips and lining up. "Ready?"

"Mhm," She hummed, nodding and moving her hair from under her head.

All Might moved slowly, careful not to hurt her more than it probably did. But she seemed okay. Some hisses here and there, but he always stopped and just grinded a little, waiting for the go.

He was just thankful to be there.

When Y/N finally gave him the go, he thought back to the few weeks ago and noted to still start off slowly. He was glad he did because it pulled the sweetest moans from Y/N.

He couldn't help but fully lean down and drape himself over Y/N. Y/N's arms warpped around him, sliding under his shirt.

"God, you're so good at this," She moaned out.

He started to move quicker, trying to keep his groans quiet so he could hear Y/N. So he could soak in every praise and moan and whine that fell out of her mouth. Each amd every noise she made was so pretty. It fogged his mind.

He didn't go that hard over that time, more focused on drawing it out after looking forward to this so much. He wanted it to last, then being pressed together and grinding against each other.

They both moaned when they came. But All Might was more needy than that. He wanted more.

So once Y/N confirmed she was good, he had her bent over the desk and fucked her again. He was more rough this time, Y/N's previous orgasm leaving her wet enough to be rough.

Y/N knew she could just tell him to stop if it got to be too much, but it felt too good. His hands gripping her hips, his deep groans or high pitched whines, his cock slamming in and out of her. It left her speechless, just moaning.

All Might definitely noticed the lack of talking. "You're usually so talkative during sex Y/N," He laughed breathlessly, grabbing her chin and pulling her her head up. She faced the mirror across the room. "What's wrong?"

"Leave a mark on my face, I am stabbing you," Was all she groaned out, feeling his grip loosen a bit.

"That's it? You're always so nice," He teased, hips moving faster. "Not even a smile?"

Suddenly, Y/N was being completely sprawled out on the big desk, knees digging into the edge as he manhandled her.

He lifted her head as it fell again, putting his hands into her mouth and pulling her cheeks apart. "Now that's a smile," He laughed, shaking her head. Before she could make a noise or do anything, he started railing her again.

Her moans were loud, with her mouth forced wide open. Her eyes rolled back, her spit dripping down his hands. He looked more than pleased.

"Calling me pathetic for getting off to you beating a girl up for me," He chuckled. "But look at you. Eyes rolling back, openly drooling all over my hands, and soaking wet. You sure you're a dom?"

Y/N just whined, tightening around him and gripping the desk. "Hm? Gonna come," She nodded, one hand coming up to grip his, which was drenched in her spit.

"C'mon, come around my cock. Gonna come with you," He groaned, drilling his hips into her faster.

They came together, and Y/N was shaking. All Might finally released her mouth and she whined, falling foward and forcing him to pull out.

All Might came down to Earth quickly, making sure she was okay. She confirmed she was, but glared at him through the mirror.

"I'm not going anymore," She muttered, looking tired.

"That's fair," He chuckled, picking her up and moving her to the couch.

He cleaned them both up, finding a spare shirt for her to wear. The rest of her clothes, minus the jacket, her covered in come stains.

It was big enough to cover down to her knees, and she laid on the couch. "Go to the party. I'm napping here."

"I can take you to your new apartment," He offered with a chuckle.

"I don't even have my bed set up yet," She shook her head. "Dumbass not furnished apartments. What was I thinking," She mumbled, moving to get comfortable. "This couch is more comfortable than the blankets I have on the floor in my apartment."

"Alright," He sighed. "I'll be back to take you to tour apartment after your nap."

"Okay," She nodded. "Byeee."

"Bye," He laughed, grabbing his suit jacket and leaving his office.

#mha fanfiction #mha smut #x reader #all might mha #all might smut #y/n x all might #yagi toshinori #toshinori mha #toshinori yagi

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lydias--stiles · 1 year

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#23 gives off such strong juke wedding cake ceremony vibes i want to CRY

23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating

(brother's best friend au)

Julie's eyes scrolled over the peanut butter chocolate chip cookie recipe: all-purpose flour, baking soda, baking powder, sea salt, unsalted butter, peanut butter, sugar, eggs, vanilla, chocolate chips.

LF Performing Arts High School had a bake sale tomorrow, and Julie had uncharacteristically forgotten about it until Kayla sent her a reminder. She was just so busy with assignments and piano lessons, that cookies were the last thing on her mind.

Julie was stubborn, however, and refused to relent and buy a box of cookies from the grocery store. She was better than that. Dumping the dry ingredients into a large bowl, she started folding them together.

Upstairs, a bark of laughter erupted from Reggie's bedroom. As always, her brother had invited Luke over. He basically lived here at this point. Reggie became friends with Luke in their Freshman Year, when Julie was in Eighth Grade, and hadn't left each other's side since. They were seventeen now. Alex Mercer often joined them, but it was always Reggie and Luke.

Blocks of softened butter and eggs fell into the flowery mess. Grabbing the mixer, Julie blended it into a smooth dough, adding the rest of the ingredients in the end. Few curls had fallen out of her bun. Aggravated, her lips pressed together as she puffed and kept them away from the mixture.

By the time her fingers clung with cookie dough, molding it into discs, the boys ran downstairs.

"Julie," Reggie called, gliding into the kitchen, "Dad's asked me to pick up Carlos from baseball. Can you do it?"

Her brows raised and held up her hands. "What do you think?"

Her brother groaned. Behind him, Luke appeared and hoisted himself up on the free space of the kitchen island. He eyed the sheet of cookies curiously, though didn't say anything. Julie's gaze lingered on him for a prolonged beat before she forced herself to address Reggie.

"It's literally not that big of a deal," she argued. "You know I have the sale tomorrow. And I picked up Carlos last week."

"I have Luke over."

"Luke's always over."

"That's true." Luke chimed in, much to Reggie's dismay. The boy looked at his friend as though he'd committed treason. Julie hid her smile behind a loose curl, amused. "C'mon, man, I'll be okay here. I'll do homework, or something."

Reggie snorted. "Sure." It seemed resolved, though, and he grabbed the car keys from the counter. They jingled around his finger. "I'll be back in a snap!"

Luke and Julie waved goodbye at her brother. The moment the front door closed and silence encased the house, did her heart rate tick up. Peeking at Luke, she already found him staring at her.

The effect of having Luke over all the time, of having him be Reggie's closest friend, was that he also got to know Julie. Breakfasts, dinners, school hallways, car rides, trips to the movies, concerts. They became close as well. Only... Reggie didn't know that.

So close, in fact, that they kissed a couple months ago at a Carrie Wilson house party. In a dark hallway. For, like, thirty minutes straight. And then they continued doing that several times afterwards.

Julie knew it was typical of her: of course she had a thing for her brother's best friend.

(How could she not? He had dreamy green eyes and fluffy brown hair and a perfect smile and he wore sleeveless shirts and played the guitar the same way he spoke to her: impassioned and electric.)

Luke hopped off the island and slid beside her, tucking a curl behind her ear. "It smells good."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"Have you tasted it yet?"

She shot him a strange look. "Of course you're the type of person to eat raw dough."

"C'mon," he drawled, looming over her with an infuriating grin. Anticipation swarmed in her stomach, her hands at her sides to refrain from touching him. "You're not even curious?"

"I know it's good. I've made the recipe before."

Sticking out his index finger, he went for the bowl. She slapped it away.

"Jules!" he exclaimed, scandalised.

"This is for the bake sale!" she chastised, but her voice was light and teasing. Jules, she loved that nickname. "If you want to taste, use a spoon."

With a roll of the eye, he moved around her and opened the cutlery drawer, grabbing a spoon and finally dipping it into the dough. Julie continued pressing the remainders into the baking sheet, perfect circles lining each other like soldiers. From the corner of her eye, she watched Luke taste it.

He hummed, pleased, and directed the spoon to her. It still had a dollop of dough on it. "You try."

It honestly sucked keeping their attraction a secret. They weren't in a relationship, but acted like a real couple when they were alone. They texted until she fell asleep, he snuck excerpts of unfinished songs in her locker to know out what she thought of it, she conveniently did her homework at the diner he worked at. It was almost perfect it hurt. Julie didn't want to upset Reggie and Luke didn't want to lose his best friend.

So, she took the chances as they popped up. Like now.

Pushing his hand aside, she stretched on her tiptoes and kissed him. The spoon clattered on the island, his arms instantly curling around her to keep her pressed against him. Her mouth puckered into a smile at the taste of cookie dough on his tongue. Giggling, she tilted her head back and felt him chase her, nose bumping against her chin.

"You taste like peanut butter," she laughed.

Luke smiled, "You always eat PB&J sandwiches, so that's a win to me."

There was something tender in his gaze as he said it. The words were casual, but his intent gaze and soft tone made her feel weak in the knees. God, she liked him. She really really liked him and his stupid comments.

He kissed her again and again, until she reminded him in a haze that she had to finish her cookies. Luke didn't take that as a hint to give her space. Instead, he hugged her from behind and watched from over her shoulder as she prepared the last of the dough into discs. It felt like a move plucked straight from the 90s rom-coms she and Flynn liked to watch.

Finally, Julie placed the tray into the oven. Had they been aware of the time, they would know that out of rush hour, it wouldn't take Reggie that long to pick up Carlos from practice. But kissing Luke — being with Luke — made her mind deliciously empty.

The front door swung open.

"Whoa."

The couple jumped apart in fright and whipped their heads to the sound. It was Carlos. The boy stared at them with his eyes wide like saucers, equal amounts aghast and disgusted. "What the heck."

Julie shot towards him with her hands clasped together. "Carlos, I'm begging you, do not tell Reggie. You didn't see anything."

Her tween brother was a menace, though, and raised a cocky brow. "Lemme think... no."

Julie groaned, considered the idea of murdering her little brother, and almost acted on it, when Luke jumped in to help. With a dazzling smile, he said: "Carlos, I'll play League Of Legends with you if you don't say something."

"Say what?" Reggie walked through the door, oblivious to what had just transpired.

Carlos' mischievous expression turned innocent and toothy. "Luke's gonna play League Of Legends with me!"

Julie's eyes closed in relief. Thank God her brother couldn't resist bargaining. Luke's hand, that had found its way on the small of Julie's back, fell to his side. She already missed it.

"Oh!" Reggie appeared surprised. "That's cool of you, buddy."

Luke shrugged. His cheeks were red. "No big deal."

"I'm, um." Her voice sounded strained, not her own, rather one of a girl that has lied to her brother for months about the boy she was kissing just moments ago. "I'm gonna— go. To the studio."

Reg eyed her strangely. "You okay?"

"Yep." Julie put her thumbs up. "I ate some of the batter and I'm feeling a little woozy, so, um—" Gaze flitting from a guilty Luke to a confused Reggie and smug Carlos, she left her sentence open-ended and beelined to the studio.

God, liking her brother's best friend might be the best and worst decision of her life.

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send me kiss prompts for juke!

#i am absolutely feral for the brother's best friend trope #sorry i didn't do your wedding idea!#kiss prompts #juke #jatp fics #julie and the phantoms

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Sunset Died - Bachelor/Clavell/Wan (?)

One day, early in the evening. We're with the Bachelors, well, what's left of the family. To everyone's regret, the family is no longer complete. The parents of the two children died in the disaster. Now Xander is looking after them. He has also lost his parents and so they have joined forces in order to survive.

"uh, oh man, I'm so hungry"/ "Uncle Xander will hopefully be back soon"/ "yes, hopefully ".

While waiting for dinner at home, Michael and Xander are on the lookout for all kinds of edible things to bring home. "Man, sometimes I get the feeling that the others have already snapped up all the stuff"/ "by no means everything, check the garbage can to see if you can find anything useful there"…. Of course it's an unpleasant thing to rummage around in a garbage can for useful things, but what don't you do to improve your standard of living a bit?

A few minutes later. "Why didn't you tell me straight away that something edible was growing behind the house?"/ "I'm sorry. Look, The lettuce has grown so beautifully. I believe that the spirit of Mama lives in every single plant. She gives us food and looks after us"/ "Yes, that's how it will be… And again, it's just a salad today… Oh, what I would give for a delicious sausage"

A little later. "Did you get anything?"/ "Heads of lettuce, lots of them". Pauline wrinkled her nose and threw her head back in annoyance. "oh man, I'm getting sick of all this green stuff"/ "well, maybe something can be done, I saw the boss bringing a few boxes to the back of the warehouse today, it looked like canned food"/ "W-what?". Her eyes widened.

"Yeah, I don't know where he got the stuff, but I'll find out"/ "yes, please, if they withhold anything from us, I'll get really angry. I'll make us something to eat now… Wow, salad… at least there are still a few onions and tomatoes growing in the garden". Pauline stood annoyed at the kitchen counter and prepared the food.

"Are you otherwise well?"/ "Sure, since i'm with you, hn". Pauline is leading a double life at the moment. And that's why she's not always honest. She not only shares a bed with Xander, but also with Hank, with whom the relationship is nevertheless difficult. The official story is that they have broken up. But Pauline has a mind of her own. "Hank and I … That probably wouldn't have worked out in the long run and besides, I really wanted to know who the guy was that he was always talking about when he came home from work …"/ "You've got a thing for bad boys?"/ "hnhn, not really, but you're … Just different, and I like that.".

Bella comes back into the house. "Where have you been?"/ "I just had to pee"/ "Let me know next time, okay? I don't want you to be out alone in the dark"/ "but I don't want anyone watching"/ "nobody's done that before, we've always stood in front of the fence"/ "but you can hear the peeing noise"/ "Oh nonsense, come on, Pauline's made salad"

"Salad… Always just salad. Can't we bake a cake again?"/ "We need eggs for that, and they're a bit scarce at the moment because we don't have enough chickens"/ "Then you'll have to get a rooster to make the chicks"/ "Oh, you know that?"/ "Of course, that's what… Mom told me".

Michael had to smile a little. "Yes, Mom knew a lot…". It's often a difficult situation for Xander when the children talk about their parents. Because it's not just them who have lost their parents, he has too. Until now, there has never been a proper funeral or memorial service for the deceased. Everyone had to deal with the new situation from one day to the next. But some of the residents want to take care of the cemetery soon.

"And please take care of this 'matter' tomorrow, okay? I really want to know what's going on…"/ "Don't worry, I'll find out what the Altos are up to. "/ "They lead a much better life than some of the others here. They have running water, electricity. They should finally support us. I bet they have some kind of contact with the outside world"/ "mhm, for sure".

Since Pauline has been living in the house, the atmosphere here has changed. So far, they've managed quite well without another roommate. And of course Michael also understands that you need someone to talk to… But at the moment it's probably just about exchanging bodily fluids. No one will ever be able to properly replace the parents of the two children. But they are being looked after.

The kids go to bed. "hey, this is actually my bed"/ "but it's much cooler than mine, you built it all by yourself, mine is old"/ "but it's still in good shape…fine, then I'll be the princess tonight"/ "thihi… Which book did you get from the shelf?"/ "You'll notice in a minute".

While Michael reads his sister a bedtime story, the adults next door are busy with other things. "Have you taken the pill?"/ "That's the last pack I could get, after that we should be really careful"/ "Why, don't you want children?"/ "Under the current circumstances? No…".

"well, if need be, I can pull 'him' out early"/ "chuckle, but that doesn't always help"/ "I'd say we just take our chances… I'll take care of it, bunny".

Less than 20 minutes later. "Sleep well, sis… At some point… Hopefully everything will be a bit more normal again. My friends are all madly in love… great, and I'll probably stay a virgin until I'm 30…". It's not easy for Michael to put up with the other couples' affections. Everyone here has their own individual needs.

End of this part

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@greenplumbboblover 😊 , Thanks for tagging me, by the way. Unfortunately, I find it infinitely difficult to pick out a sim and write facts about it. I like them all very much.^^ But if I do come up with something about someone at some point, I'll let you and others know😊

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Emerald (ErenxReader) ~Chapter 6 -Tantrum~

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Author's note: 31.000+ characters. It's a long ass chapter.

It contains drinking alcohol, blood, some lemon and an accident during sex.

Enjoy the chaos~

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The weekdays flew away in a blink, you were doing plus hours every single day, but there was one thing, which saved you from going insane. It was a short week, because of the upcoming holiday you had a long weekend, from Friday till Sunday.

On Thursday you were already daydreaming of a calm and mostly problem free weekend. You had your moments with Eren during the days, but it seemed he finally understood you and since you opened up to him, he kept his distance you asked before. It didn't bother you at all, you felt relieved, focusing on your job.

You just got back from the kitchen with a cup of hot coffee, when you noticed the message on your laptop.

Jean:

-So, did you think about Friday?

-Not really, to be honest. This was a hell of a week with these plus hours. I don't want to be an ass, but I want to relax on these free days.

-What about Saturday? 🙂 And don't say you don't know...

-Will you be angry if I refuse Saturday, too?

-Yeah...I'll be hurt to the bones😭 It's just a dinner...I would like to get to know you better 🙂

-Fine...just a quick dinner. No drinking, no parties!

-Deal!

-Y/N! -you heard Sasha's voice from her desk.

-Yeah?

-Come here, if you have a second.

You walked up to her, seeing a huge smile on her face, offering you a free chair next to hers.

-What's up, Sash?

-I've been wondering with the girls, if you would like to join us tomorrow for a girlish day?

-Uhm...What do you have in mind?

-Shopping, eating, watching the newest action film in the movies. C'mon it's gonna be super fun! You look so burnt out nowadays, I'm sure you need to relax -she winked at you- Annie and Historia would love to get to know you better too.

-Well, yeah. You must be right. I need to relax a bit.

-Awesome! -she laughed with sparkling eyes- I'm gonna text you later with the details.

It surprised you as well that you were looking forward to hang out with them. It's been so long, when you spent time with girls. Even if you had some friends, they all lived in the city you moved out of, not to mention they had a family, husband and children. So yeah, it wasn't the same anymore. You were the only single in your group.

You decided to wear something comfy since you were about to just chill. A simple light blue jeans, with a black tank top, which had the symbol of your fav anime on it. The patch of the Wings of Freedom placed right above your heart with the motto "Shinzou wo Sasageyo" under it. Yeah, you were an adult, but it didn't mean you couldn't dress the way you felt like. You were a nerd, so what? You slipped into a black Converse and grabbed your jacket. You agreed to meet them around 1pm before the biggest mall in the city.

It was past 1 and you were swearing like a lady, because you couldn't find a free parking spot. You heard your phone ringing and it made you even angrier.

-Hey, Sash -you picked up the call, putting it on speaker.

-Where are you?

-I'm here, just trying to find a fucking parking spot...oh wait I see one. I'll be there in a few mins -you hung up.

Historia and even Annie looked nice, they smiled and greeted you with a big hug. As you were wandering in the mall, looking for a shop to go to, Historia walked next to you, hooked her hands on your elbow.

-So, Y/N -she chirped- How do you like our office?

-It seems fun so far -you smiled- I'm sorry I didn't have time for you guys this week. It was such a rush.

-Nah, don't worry -Annie said from behind you- We know how it is.

-Sasha talked about you 24/7, so we really wanted to hang out with you.

-All of you are way too sweet -you laughed. It really felt good. Having these strangers around you, who were claiming for your friendship. You felt somehow special...maybe important. It was a strange, but exciting feeling at the same time.

-I told you at the dining hall, girl -Sasha chimed in- You are cool, so we like you!

-Thanks, really -you blushed- You are cool, too. For real.

-Guys! -Annie gasped- I need to go in there -she pointed at a lingerie shop- I need to get something special for Armin, it's gonna be our anniversary soon.

You all followed her immediately, starting to check the supply. You found some really naughty pieces as well and even if you had no one, you felt the urge to get them. A blood red lace bra with matching french penties and a black-turquoise push up bra with a matching tanga were the ones you immediately fall in love with.

-What did you get? -Historia asked curiously after you left the shop -Wow, hot -she winked at you, peeking into your bag.

-I know right -you laughed out loud.

Annie got a super sexy, seethrough babydoll with lace penties. The smirk on her face told all of you that she was confident that her man was going to love it.

-You and Armin are such a cute pair -you admitted- I saw you guys at work and I have to tell you, you are so cool together.

-Hah, thanks, Y/N -she laughed- He didn't give up and finally I gave in.

She saw the confused look on your face, so she continued as you were walking to the next shop.

-Armin is Jaeger's best friend. I knew Eren before and he was the one who introduced me to Armin. I found him cute, but that's all. Armin kept hitting on me, but I rejected him every single time. Then Eren told me to go on a double date with him and Mikasa and of course Armin.

The name of his wife made you shiver, but you tried to act cool. You couldn't let anyone notice that Mikasa's name made you feel nauseous.

-So, I accepted the offer and yeah the rest is history -she blushed from head to toe. It was clearer than the sun that she was head over heels. So madly in love with her man, it almost made you jealous.

-Yeah -Sasha chuckled- Back then Jaeger was fun to be around. Not like nowadays. Sometimes I hate, when I see him in the office with that annoyed, depressed look on his face all the time.

-He's cool to be around. He can be really cute and fun - you said, slamming your hand against your mouth after you realized you said it out loud.

-Oh, I'm sure -Historia smirked- We all see how he acts around you, but with us he's a total dick -she laughed.

-Are you and him a thing? -Annie asked, raising one of her eyebrows.

-No! -you said strictly- Of course not. We are just friends, that's all.

Sasha looked at you from the corner of her eyes, but kept silent and you loved her for that more than anything. You knew she wasn't stupid since she saw and heard things she shouldn't have had to.

-Who's hungry? -you asked, trying to change the subject. Sasha screamed out loud and headed to her favorite fast food restaurant in a blink of an eye.

-I'm so full -Sasha cried, tapping her tummy with her tiny hand.

-You ate the whole fucking menu, Sash -Historia laughed- Of course you are full.

-I was hungry -she shrugged.

-So Y/N -Annie turned to you- What's up with Jean?

-With Jean? -your eyes widened- Why?

-He was so full of himself that you agreed to date him -she smirked- Telling everyone proudly that you didn't reject him.

-Date? There's gonna be any kind of date -you pulled an annoyed face. -He asked me to have dinner with him tomorrow, but that's all.

-So it's a date -Historia giggled.

-Nope -you shook your head- Plus I heard he's a womanizer anyway.

-What? -Sasha looked surprised-Who said that?

-Does it matter? -you raised one of your eyebrows.

-Well since it's not true... -Annie shrugged.

-So who said that? -Sasha asked again.

-Eren.

-That son of a... -Historia laughed out loud- Well, Y/N. I have to tell you something. Jean is the most faithful and adorable guy I know. He's not a player, nothing close to it...

Her words felt like blades into your heart, because it meant Eren lied to you and you felt angry and offended at the same time. Why did he lie to you? Why did he want you to believe that Jean was an asshole?

-Oh...-that was all you could press out from yourself.

-It seems Jaeger wants you for himself -Annie clicked her tongue.

-Girls, please... -you rolled your eyes- I don't date my coworkers anyway.

-Well, you definitely should give Jean a chance. Believe me, he's an angel -Sasha smiled softly -What about buying you a hot ass dress for tomorrow? -she raised her brows up and down.

-Well - you hummed- yeah, why not?

-That's the spirit! -Annie winked at you.

Historia claimed she knew a shop you would love and was sure that you would find something special for the occasion. Well she was right. You picked a snow white, tight dress, which ended just around the mid thigh and had a decent cleavage. Plus you found a black leather jacket with some silver zippers.

~Your outfit~

-He's going to drool like a dog -Annie laughed, seeing the stuff you bought.

-Good -you smirked. Even if you didn't plan to do anything with him, you felt mad at Eren and somehow it felt like you wanted to punish him by going out with another man.

Speaking of the devil, your phone started to ring.

-Who's that? -Sasha asked.

-Nobody -you smiled, rejecting the call from Eren. But he didn't give up and called you again in an instant -Oh for fuck's sake -you rolled eyes. Sasha picked the phone out of your hand.

-Who's dickhead? -she asked, raising one her eyebrows- Oh wait -she started to laugh, while answering the phone -Jaeger, is it you?

-Sasha, give back my fucking phone -you sighed angrily, but she refused to do so. You felt like in high school again and it honestly wasn't a pleasant feeling.

-Sasha, why do you have Y/N's phone? -he asked confused.

-Why are you calling her anyway?

-Sasha...phone...now -you said strictly with a dangerous look on your face. Sasha gulped big, but screaming in the phone before handing it back to you -I love your contact name...Dickhead!

All the girls bursted out in a loud laughter. You facepalmed yourself, before holding the phone to your ear.

-What do you want? -you asked annoyed.

-Dickhead?

-Yep, that's how I saved your number -you said with a cold tone.

-Fucking hell -he laughed. You thought he might get offended, but he found it actually funny- I should change your name, too...what about Cold ass bitch?

-Sounds perfect -you cracked a half smile- Sorry, but I need to go. I'm busy.

-Yeah -Sasha yelled into the phone- She's busy with buying naughty clothes for her date with Jean!

-Sasha! Shut up! -you shook your head.

-Are you going out with Jean? -he hissed.

-As I know it's none of your business. Not to mention the fact you lied to me about him -you started to lose your cool. You felt your blood slowly boiling. He stayed silent, which proved the fact he really did lie to you.

-Y/N, I can explain...

-Bye, Jaeger! -you hung up the phone.

You tried to collect yourself and faked a huge smile like nothing happened.

-Soooo...which movie? -you kept smiling.

As you were sitting in the movie, watching a pretty cool film you felt your phone kept buzzing. You thanked God for putting it into a silent mood before the movie started. You took a quick peek, seeing Eren kept messaging you without a break. You ignored it anyway.

After the movie ended you hugged goodbye to the girls and headed home. You really did have fun with them and you were grateful for it. Historia made you promise you were going to hang out with them more from now on.

When you stepped in the house your phone started to buzz again.

-God damn it, Jaeger! -you cursed, checking your mobile. But it wasn't him, but Jean.

Jeanboy:

-Hey, beautiful. Tomorrow 7pm would be okay to meet?

-Hey, handsome. Sure, perfect.

-I'll pick you up😘

After you gave him your address, you checked your texts from Eren.

Dickhead:

-Y/N, I'm sorry about lying.

-Please let's talk about it, okay?

-Y/N stop ignoring me...damn it!

You rolled your eyes and ignored him anyway.

***

The next day was about you being extra lazy, laying in bed, watching TV, reading and sleeping a lot. Eren hasn't texted you since yesterday, but you didn't mind it. Around 4pm you started to get ready for the diner. Taking a hot, relaxing shower, putting on some makeup. As it wasn't about a party you chose some natural eyeshadow colors, with black eyeliner and fake eyelashes, making the look perfect with a matte, chocolate brown lipstick. You curled your hair, letting it down. You got ready just in time, slipping into your black heels, when you heard a light knock on your door.

-Good evening, beautiful -Jean greeted you with a wonderful bouquet in his hand.

-Hey -you smiled right away.

-I brought this for you -he handed you the flowers.

-Thanks -you nodded, still smiling -Just a sec, I put them in water -you rushed back, looking for a vase.

Jean opened the car door for you, acting as a real gentleman.

~Jean's car~

-You look beautiful -he added as he got in the car as well.

-You look pretty good, too -you smirked.

He was wearing dark blue jeans with a navy blue buttoned shirt, the last three unbuttoned with a casual suit jacket. His semi long, brown hair and his mesmerizing light-brown eyes made him look super handsome.

Jean took you to a fancy restaurant in the city. It made you surprised and felt a little underdressed.

-You should have told me that you wanted to take me to a place like that. I would have picked another dress then.

-You look perfect, don't worry -he chuckled.

-Good evening, sir -the girl at the counter greeted him.

-Evening, I have a reservation for 2. Name is Kirstein, Jean Kirstein.

The way he talked made your body shiver, you had no idea why, but he looked way too charming.

A waiter walked you to your table, making sure one of his coworkers was on his way to take your orders.

-What would you like to drink? -Jean smiled at you.

-Maybe some wine? -you furrowed your brows, checking the drink list.

-Please bring one of your best wines...with a whole bottle -he smiled softly.

-Yes, sir -the waiter nodded, walking away in an instant.

-I have no idea what to eat -you giggled, slightly shaking your head in embarrassment.

-Me neither -he laughed out loud.

You've been browsing the menu for long minutes before finally choosing a meal randomly.

-I was afraid you would cancel my invitation -Jean looked you in the eye.

-Why?

-I don't know. I was almost sure you and Jaeger are a thing or something -he shrugged.

-I told you we weren't anything -you sighed annoyed.

-So it means I have a chance? -he smirked.

-I didn't say that either -you laughed out loud.

-I like that you seem unreachable, you know -he admitted.

-I don't just seem like that, Jean -you leaned closer, lowering your voice with a naughty smile on your face.

-We will see -he poked his inner cheek with his tongue.

The night went smoothly, you laughed and talked a lot. He was talking about the way he got into the company. The difficulties he had to face every single time someone found out he was the son of the CEO. That he had to work twice as hard as anybody there, because he just had to prove his rightful place. You found him truly honest and at some point you really felt sympathy for him. Like Sasha's words rang in your ears as she was talking about Jean being an amazing human in general.

The food was really delicious, not to mention the wine. You were aware not to drink too much, though you felt you were getting a tiny bit tipsy.

-Thank you for this amazing night, Y/N -Jean said as he opened the car door in front of your house.

-I can say the same, I really did have fun with you -you smiled slightly.

Jean walked you to your door, standing in front of you, while you were facing him with your back to the door. You knew what he was waiting for, or at least you thought you did. But you weren't stupid, sleeping with two of your cowerks within only a few weeks. Nah, please.

-See you on Monday? -you pulled an awkward smile.

-I would really love to get to know you better, Y/N -he grabbed your wrist softly- I want to date you and make you mine.

-Jean, please...-you sighed.

-I can be a perfect boyfriend and I'll prove that -he smirked- Just let me do it...- slightly leaning in for a kiss.

You hesitated, kissing him would have been a huge mistake, right? Yeah...it was. As his soft lips touched yours with so much tenderness, it sent shivers down your spine.

-Good night, beautiful -he broke the kiss, leaving you speechless on the porch.

***

On Monday morning Jean was all smiles, feeling above the clouds. He really liked you and the kiss you shared made him feel special.

-What's up Kirstein? -Connie greeted his friend in the kitchen.

Almost all the boys were waiting in the kitchen to prepare a coffee to start the day with.

-Not much -he shrugged- I had an amazing weekend -he kept smiling.

-Who is she? -Reiner asked with a smirk.

-Wait -Connie raised one of his eyebrows- Y/N accepted your offer, didn't she?

-Shut up! -Jean blushed.

Eren was standing behind them with his mug in his hand, listening carefully to the conversation. Rage builded up in him second by second.

-Oh, she definitely did -Bertholdt laughed out loud.

-Did you kiss her? -Reiner smirked.

-Well...-Jean clicked his tongue proudly- Her lips are as soft as they look -he admitted.

-Bro! -Connie punched him in the shoulder, being proud of his friend.

Eren clenched his jaw, not noticing he tightened his grip on his mug until he accidentally crunched it into pieces.

-Fuck -he hissed as he felt a sharp pain in his palm, seeing blood spreading everywhere.

-What the fuck, Jaeger? -Reiner looked at him in shock.

You stepped into the kitchen just to witness Eren's bleeding hand.

-Oh my God -you rushed to him- Are you okay?

-Fuck off! -he hissed at you, leaving the kitchen immediately.

Eren avoided you all day long and you truly didn't understand what was going on. Jean stepped by your desk from time to time. Inviting you for smoke or coffee breaks and you happily accepted it. As you were standing outside, smoking you turned to him.

-Do you know what's up with Eren?

-Not really -he shrugged- Okay, he might have heard me talking about our date -he blushed.

-Our what? -your eyes widened.

-About Saturday night and about our kiss.

-For fuck's sake Jean -you raised your voice- Why did you have to talk about it anyway?

-Why? Is it a secret? -he pulled a face- I thought you didn't care about him.

-It's not like that...it's just... -you tried to defend your actions.

To be honest you didn't understand either why you reacted so offended, but you felt guilty.

-It wasn't a date -you said with a strict tone, spun on your heels, heading back to the office.

You saw Eren at his desk with a sad and pissed off look on his face. You would have loved to walk up to him, talk to him, but you knew it was the best just to leave it. Thoughts were rushing through your mind and you made a decision. You already dragged yourself into a fucked up situation and talking with him in front of everyone would have made it messier anyway.

At the end of the day you all were about to leave for the beer session. Except Eren, who refused and rushed out of the office without even looking at you. Yep, he was totally mad at you. Everyone noticed that something was off, but they thought Eren had just one of those days. Days, when he was a total asshole. But you knew that you were the reason behind his act.

This time Connie was the loser and the driver, he cursed under his nose, because he really wanted to drink some booze. Well maybe next time. The evening was fun, though. You laughed a lot, drank four or five bottles of beer, and chatted with the girls. Jean kept his eyes on you, but didn't know how to act before the rest of you, since you left him really confused during the day.

-How was the date? -Sasha asked you, while dropping herself down next to you lazily. You were the only one at the table, since everyone else was busy playing pool.

-It wasn't a date, Sash -you pinched the bridge of your nose.

-Yeah, sure. Then how was the night, which was not a date? -she moved her brows up and down.

-It was okay -you shrugged.

-Okay? That's it?

-Yep, that's it.

-Did he kiss you? -she smirked.

You didn't answer, but the slight blush on your cheek gave you out in an instant.

-Oh, he definitely did -she laughed out loud.

-Shut up -you laughed now as well.

-Look, everyone knows he's a softy. He would treat you like a princess, if you'd let him -she put her hand on your shoulder. -But please don't play with him, okay? He's a good man and doesn't deserve his heart to be broken.

-I'm not playing, I'm just...I don't even know what I want -you admitted.

Because that was the truth. You were afraid and confused, all the rules you stuck to and all the things, which worked so great so far, seemed to fall into pieces.

-We all have our stories, Y/N. But you need to decide what you really want. Jaeger is a broken man, he's miserable and mostly a freaking asshole. But Jean is different, he would bring down the stars for you if you'd tell him so -she smiled softly.

She knew...was it so obvious to everyone else too? Maybe this conversation, maybe the alcohol in your system, maybe everything at the same time, but you felt the knot in your chest. Tears building up in your eyes.

-I'm so fucked up, Sasha -you snobbed, laying your head into her neck. She hugged you tight, caressing your back up and down.

-It's okay. I'm here, if you want to talk okay? -pushed you back straight, looking into your eyes- You are not alone. We all are here for you -she hugged you one more time.

-Thanks, Sash...really -you tried to pull a smile.

-What's up, girls? -Jean walked up to you two and looked worried the second he noticed you were crying -What's wrong, honey? -he sat on his heels next to you.

-Nothing -you faked a smile- really. Just Sasha's words made me soft for a second -you laughed out loud, wiping your tears quickly away.

-Are you sure? -he furrowed his eyebrows, not really buying your response.

-Yep!

The night was about to end and you craved nothing else, but your bed. You felt exhausted and mostly confused. You put on your 'I'm fine' mask, so everyone believed that you were truly okay. You faked it so many times during the years that it wasn't even a hard thing to do anytime anyway.

After you walked out of your bathroom you checked your phone, didn't really know what you expected. Maybe a text from Eren, maybe from Jean. You shook your head and placed the phone on your nightstand. As you laid under your blanket the feeling of Eren laying next to you rushed through your body and made you shiver.

-Fuck, I really need to stop this madness -you hissed, being mad at yourself.

During the night you woke up for a loud knock on your front door. You slowly opened your eyes, listening carefully, not being sure you heard it right. The next knock was even louder and harder. Yep, you definitely heard it well. As you crawled out of your bed, you couldn't stop yawning.

-What time is it? -you rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, reaching for your phone -2 in the fucking morning? -you hissed in anger- Who the fuck is it at 2am? -you walked up to your door, hearing the third, aggressive knock.

-I'm coming -you raised your voice- There's no need to break my fucking door -you cursed under your nose.

The second you opened it, your eyes widened, witnessing a super wasted Eren in front of you.

-What are you doing here? -you raised your eyebrows. You were truly surprised.

-Why did you kiss him? -he clenched his jaw- WHY? -he yelled, trying to stand straight.

-Are you drunk? -you asked the obvious.

-Answer me, Y/N! -he took a deep, annoyed breath- Tell me!

-Go home, Eren -you shook your head, trying to close your door, but he blocked it with his foot.

-I thought you liked me -tears started to build up in his eyes. It made you surprised, confused, terrified.

-Come in -you sighed- And please stop yelling on the street. It's fucking 2 in the morning.

The pain in his eyes was real and it made you feel guilty right away.

-So? -he clenched his jaw.

-Eren, I thought I made it clear for you... -you took a deep breath.

-Oh, drop this shit act, Y/N. I do know you like me! -he walked towards you until your back was leaning against the front door.

-Stop it -you hissed.

-Tell me then...look me in the eyes and tell it to my face that you don't feel anything, that I was just a one night stand and I'm going to leave right now and never come back.

But you kept silent, because it wasn't true. You did feel something, but you couldn't form it into words. He cracked a painful smile and kissed you. Kissed you with so much softness that your knees started to shake.

-You shouldn't...we shouldn't -you mumbled.

-Shut up, Y/N -he smiled into the kiss.

His lips, his tongue tasted like alcohol and smoke, but you didn't mind it. You threw your hands around his neck, deepening the kiss second by second. When Eren started to slowly guide you to your bedroom you hesitated to stop him. For a blink maybe, then let him do it anyway.

Eager hands were caressing your body up and down, he was hungry for your touch, for your body and so were you. You wanted him right there, right now. As you started to undress him, and was about to pull his shirt above his head, he looked you in the eyes and stopped you.

-I'm going to make things clear, first -he said with a serious tone.

-Huh?

-If we do it, it's not gonna be just sex anymore...got it? You will be mine, only mine -he growled with dominance in his voice.

-Eren -you sighed.

-Tell me to stop then -he smirked, guiding you to your bed, pushing you softly down. When you stood up you saw the fear in his eyes.

-Let's take a shower first, you stink from alcohol -you laughed finally.

-Fuck... -he let out a desperate chuckle.

Eren dressed himself down quickly, standing in front of you naked. The sight of his perfect body made you dizzy. His eyes followed your every move as you got rid of your clothes as well. You held out your hand for him, while stepping into the shower. The hot water hit your body and made you shiver, you enjoyed the way as it ran down on your exhausted muscles. His eyes were blinded by lust as you rubbed his chest with the shower gel you just poured into your palm, reaching lower and lower, when finally grabbing his semi hard dick.

-Damn... -he let out a low moan, shaking under your touch. As you kept washing him his breathing got heavier second by second. He pushed you against the tiled wall, caressing your body with passion. Planting tiny kisses into your neck, he smirked when you tilted your head slightly, trying to give him more space. He kissed your shoulder, your collarbone, making his way lower and lower on your body and you let him. You felt the tension between your legs, feeling way too desperate and vulnerable at the same time. When he reached the bottom of your stomach he looked up into your eyes. You bit your lower lip, when you felt his big hand slowly picking up one of your legs and placing it on his shoulder.

-Eren -you moaned his name the second his tongue entered your pussy. He smiled, because he knew...he knew you gave in. The way he was eating you sent you into another world. His tongue danced on your clit, gently tapping and sucking on it. You rushed your fingers through his wet hair, grabbing it harder, when he added one of his fingers to make the tension deeper. You became a moaning mess as he kept pleasuring you in a way you didn't even think he was capable of. Heavy breaths, louder moans rushed through the room as you felt your climax was about to burst out.

-I'm so close -you tried to push him away, but he grabbed you tighter.

-Come for me, darling -he murmured, keeping you standing still.

His husky voice sent shivers down your spine and you couldn't hold it back anymore, riding your orgasm out on his face. When you finished, he straightened himself up with a proud smirk on his face. And you loved it, you loved that look, because it meant you could be weak this time. For the first time after so long. You grabbed his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.

-Let me take you, please -he broke the kiss with a shaking voice.

-Come -you stepped out of the shower and he followed right away. But he was way too eager, grabbing you in front of the sink. You knew he couldn't wait anymore, so you put your hands on the sides of the marble sink and pushed your ass up a bit for him to be able to take you there and then.

-Damn -you moaned, when you felt his huge cock entering you.

-You take me so well, baby -he mumbled in delusion- I love feeling your tight pussy around my cock- he kept bubbling, thrusting you harder and harder from behind. You tried your best to hold yourself still, but with your wet palms it was way too difficult. As he fastened his movement, you felt your hands slipping out under you, then a sharp pain woke you up from the tension he was giving you.

Blood started to spread everywhere and you slammed your palm against your chin, kneeling on the ground.

-Oh my God, Y/N -he yelled, when he realized what just happened.

-Give me a towel -you hissed as you felt the blood running through your palm, down your neck, reaching your chest.

-Fuck...fuck -he paniced, handing you the cloth.

He helped you up, looking terrified.

-I'm so sorry, I didn't want to -he tried to check your chin. The look on his face revealed you the truth -Fuck, it's ugly. I need to take you to the hospital right now -he breathed heavily.

-I can't believe this shit -you hissed, the pain was unbearable.

Eren dressed up rapidly, helping you to put on some clothes as well.

-I'm gonna drive -you took a deep breath, still holding the towel on your chin.

-What? No! -he argued.

-You are drunk for God's sake. I don't want to die, just help me... -you rolled your eyes. He kept silent, because he knew you were right.

As you entered the hospital he ran to the reception, yelling and arguing without a break. You would have loved to facepalm yourself, but you felt weaker and weaker second by second. You lost a lot of blood after all.

A kind nurse guided you to a room, where a tired looking doctor stitched your chin, putting a huge bandage on it, when he finished.

-Thank you -you smiled with pain in your eyes.

-Next time try to be more careful, when you are having fun with your boyfriend -he cracked a half smile. You didn't even realize so far that it was obvious what happened. He chuckled as your face grew super red in an instant.

-Y/N -Eren ran to you, when you walked out of the room- Is everything okay? -he looked at you worried. Gently touching the bandage.

-She will be fine -the doctor said with a calm tone, leaving you both there.

-Just let's go home -you rolled your eyes.

You kept silent in the car, when you noticed it was already 6 in the morning and you had to get ready for work even though you felt way too tired.

-Do you have clean clothes? -you finally broke the silence, looking at Eren- Or the more important thing -you stopped for a second- Are you still drunk?

-I'm fine, I swear -he felt ashamed- I have some clothes in my car in front of your house.

-Wait! -you snapped at him- Don't tell me that you were stupid enough to drive, while you were wasted.

-Uhm... -he smiled embarrassed.

-Fucking hell Eren, you could have died! -you yelled.

-I'm sorry.

-Promise me, you won't do that again! -you clenched your jaw.

-Nothing happened -he shrugged.

-Promise me! -you screamed- I cannot lose you, you fucking moron -it slid out of your mouth.

-I promise -he cleared his throat, slightly smiling under his nose.

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 15

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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MASTERLIST

I would lie if I said I didn't spend all evening trying to get ready for tonight, making my biggest effort to leave my anxiety aside and adopt that new personality I've already seen on so many women that have come to the bar these weeks. But the pressure I'm putting on my own shoulders, before I even get to the pub where we were supposed to be meeting, is only causing my level of stress to rise.

I should also avoid drinking, or at least not drink too much. I've never gotten drunk, not even when my bosses decided to treat us to a good dinner once a year, so it's not the best idea to get drunk for the first time, messing it up big time, with people I'm trying to be friends with. Or at least grow closer to.

But all those concerns vanish away the second I see a twisted smile on Tammy's face. And the little I've gotten to know her, I know it means nothing good. So my worries change, to focus solely on her and what she could come up with.

Five minutes later, she shows up with a stray full of little glasses. I start counting those the second she leaves the metallic plate on the small rounded table. Eight shots. Eight shots and it's only four of us.

—Two each —she mentions, as if it were obvious—. There's nothing better to start the night than vodka shots.

—Yeah, that's why you always end up spending more time on the floor than standing up —Melanie jokes.

—That only happened once —Tammy rolls her eyes, bending over to take one of the shots—. C'mon. Cheers, bitches! For a good night ahead.

After we all make our tiny glasses tingle after we toast, Soo makes sure to remind us all she can't drink a lot nor will stay until the end of the night because she has to meet up with a client tomorrow morning. I'm almost going to say we could've left it for a different day, but I hold it in. Instead of trying to comfort her, I'll probably sound annoyed or rude, which isn't the case at all.

Sometimes there are some things to be left unsaid.

—My wrist is driving me crazy —Melanie complains, trying to move her hand in circles.

—Did you make a bad move during training? —I ask, trying to hide as much as possible how the liquid is burning my throat.

—Probably —she pouts—. It's been bothering me since I left the kickboxing session.

—That's why you barely moved your hand when you were driving me back home? —Tammy asks, both eyes wide open—. I have a good ointment for things like that. I'll give it to you next time you come home.

She doesn't miss the chance, and while her hand is still rising because of her gesture, she picks another shot and drinks it all at once. An exaggerated gasp leaves her mouth, and her green eyes look around, like encouraging the rest of us to do the same with the rest.

—Y/n, you should come and join us one day —Soo says out of nowhere—. I kinda think you'd like it.

—Kickboxing? —Soo nods— I'm not sure. Never been good at sports —I laugh—. But I could give it a try one day, why not?

—Yeah. That's my girl —Tammy points at me with a pleased smile.

The night goes on just like that. They talk between them, mostly, although they try to make me join the conversations, I rush to shift back to my little side -and for the most part I look like one of those npc's. It's not like I have much to share or to talk about. I don't add anything to the conversation. They're talking about crushes and past experiences anyway, so yeah... I can't add anything to the conversation.

I could say how I settled a strange deal with Soo's brother, because I'm unable to go further than three words with the opposite sex. But I'm sure no one at this table would like to know about that.

So while I'm sipping on my third Mojito, Tammy gets my attention and almost makes me choke on my drink when she asks:

—You're too quiet —she starts—. And we all know what they say about the quiet ones.

—I don't really have much to share —I shrug.

—Did something happen between you and Seokwoo? You didn't keep me updated on anything —Tammy accuses.

If she only knew...

—No —I shake my head, just daring to look at them for one quick second—. We only saw each other at Mel's party, so.

I didn't even hear of him after the birthday party, and it's not like I've thought about him a lot either. But now that she brings him up... I wish I could've had his number at least. Not like it would've changed a thing, but it would've been nice.

—Hopefully he comes to New York again —Tammy winks at me.

At first I cringe a little by her answer and the tone she uses, but I just giggle and take a big sip from my drink. If she only knew Seokwoo and what I did have been the least of my problems lately. And it's not like I'd be able to do anything either.

✸ ✸ ✸

Some dances and several drinks after, Soo heads out. But she makes sure all of us agree on meeting up soon again, when we all are free and neither of us have to leave earlier because of work. Soon she vanishes and Tammy takes the lead of the night.

Oh no. What a bad idea...

She also disappears in the crowd of people, collapsing against one another on the dance floor. And instead of worrying for her, Melanie and I just vibe to the music, dancing some verses, moving our arms in small waves trying to keep the rhythm of the song. She also keeps mentioning how glad she is Soo reserved this small place for us, instead of having to fight for a stool or a high table near the dance floor. And I agree on that. I haven't really frequented nightclubs -for obvious reasons-, but being pushed to the corner of the counter while I'm trying to get a drink, crashing into sweated bodies every single time I have to go to the bathroom because the dance floor is right in between... For those of us who are sober, being in a club is the most similar thing to a decathlon.

When I'm about to ask about that case she mentioned when we were on that trip, Tammy shows up out of nowhere with three guys. And by the way she's holding the arm of one of them, I know which one will be her night stand tonight. That, and the fact that she totally disappears with that same guy shortly after making sure we're trying to bond with his other two friends. "Trying to bond" as in Melanie and the boy with the nose pierced, if I'm not wrong his name is Evan, are almost canoodling while Drake looks at his drink uncomfortably.

He tries to start a conversation a few times, but I fuck it up every single time by replying with a short answer. So I try to switch it up, and be the one asking the questions. But I think that's even worse.

—Do you come here often?

—No —he simply answers—. What about you?

—No.

And a big gulp follows right after. The rum burns my throat while the bubbles of the coke tickle on it, and the taste of that mix in my mouth makes me unable to hide the disgusted face, for a quick second.

Melanie and Evan are long gone from having just a conversation, and she rushes to ask me if it's okay for her to leave. Considering she told me just half an hour ago how bad she wanted to have some fun, I'm in no place to chain her next to me. And it's obvious she's pleased by my answer when a huge bright smile forms on her face. Similar to the one Drake has right now, only that his lips are more curved on a smirk.

And another big gulp follows as soon as we're both alone. And it isn't the last one I have. The conversation turns into a monologue, as soon as he starts rambling about how he only came here for his friends and they ended up leaving him all by himself. He cries about how they could do this to him, and how it's always the same. Or, at least, that's what I guess while I'm focused on finishing my drink.

I could leave right now, run away like I always do, but for some reason I feel bad leaving him here by himself after his friends left with mine.

His rambling must've changed topic at some point, because while I try to reach Melanie's almost full glass, I hear him saying how he isn't the typical dude to find hook ups in clubs.

—Girls like your friends are never into boys like me.

He drops that "pick me boy" line that makes me instantly cringe. And trying to avoid rolling my eyes in front of him, I end up drinking the full drink in one take. Not only does he uses such a weird technique to get my attention, but also dismisses the fact that I'm the one who's here right now.

Isn't it amazing what alcohol does to the human body though? And I don't mean how relaxed and out of touch I suddenly feel, or how dizzy, but how it starts doing a reaction with the three Mojitos I drank before Tammy came with these three guys, and the pizza I had for dinner.

Just keep it in for a few more minutes.

But I know that will be impossible when I feel my stomach twist, and the liquid, that not long ago rolled down my throat, is going up again. It's not until he gets up totally disgusted that I'm aware of what's just happened.

I swipe the long sleeve of my dress over my mouth, cleaning it up before I try to stand up myself when I realize this is the best time to leave. I'm careless about it right now, it's as if I had just slipped my drink over someone's shoes. But I know I'll be regretting every single second of it as soon as I wake up tomorrow.

As soon as I head outside, and feel relieved from the cold hitting my skin, I grab my phone to call a cab. If I thought night would be so simple after what's just happened, I was totally wrong. Shortly after I say where I am, a voice interrupts me.

—Are you drunk?

—I don't know —I frown—. Am I?

—Fuck, y/n. Where are you?

—I've just told you —I drag my words more than I'd want to—. You... —I stop and try again— you... —I go quiet when I'm unable to think about the right word— Just hurry up.

—I'll pick you up, don't move from there.

And I hear nothing else from the other line, except a continuous ring that warns me the phone call has ended.

I lose every sense of timing, and how long I've been waiting next to the door. I was too distracted vibing with the loud sound coming from it, and dissecting the people that keep coming out or coming in. Too busy checking out how good a pink coloured hairstyle looked on one of the girls leaving to realize there was someone walking next to me.

—Let's go —he moves his head.

—What are you doing here? —I question, squinting my eyes at him.

—You called me.

—You work in the cab station now?

He just rolls his eyes and puts his arm around my waist to guide my steps, towards that familiar truck, while I'm trying my best to walk straight with my ankles feeling like jelly. Jungkook tries to be as careful and delicate with me as I allow him to, moving his arms and hands on me while placing me inside the car.

—Did they all leave? —he asks while he buckles up my seatbelt— How the fuck did they even think of leaving you all by yourself? —he asks annoyed after I just nodded.

—I told them.... —I lift my hand to speak— I told them it was okay... —I squint my eyes again— I'm not five. I'm fine.

—Yet you can't form a sentence.

Touché.

I rest my head against the car window, and it all goes black after that.

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