#if i fucked up spelling pls let me know i’ll fix it when i get on my computer
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uhh if you don't mind, can you do Ashe/Lysithea for the rarepairs if you're still doing it? I just think them bonding over stories would be neat
SO sorry this took literally forever anon! this has been sitting in my notes for i dont know how long and i finally finished it in class this morning. i got VERY into it after a while so there's kind of a lot under the cut.
the thing about lysithea and ashe is you have a person that believes in the good of authority, that people can improve if given time and guidance, and someone who was completely betrayed by the people that were supposed to protect her. honestly i don't think i'd blame lysithea if she hated anyone even remotely like the people who took over house ordelia.
but even though lysithea has experienced horrors unimaginable, she still tries to keep improving herself for the good of others. she and ashe are alike in that way - she improves herself for her parents. he improves himself for his siblings.
but do either of them ever improve for their own sake?
i think that's something they'd bond over, one of their few common points - that they both want to make someone proud, to make them happy and let them live comfortably. they've experienced horrible lows and don't want to return to them.
but they both approach this differently. obviously we as the player know it's because lysithea is running on borrowed time, she doesn't know how long she'll be around and she wants to get as much done as she can. but ashe takes the time to know people, to enjoy smaller things in life, even as much as he works hard to be a knight. he cooks and reads and tries to have a life outside of his studies. lysithea doesn't give herself that luxury.
however, lysithea's love for sweets trumps her need to get things done sometimes. and that's how they end up talking for the first time.
their first interaction is in the dining hall. ashe is the one cooking, and lysithea finds that she absolutely loves what he's made. she ends up complimenting him thoroughly, not even noticing when he starts to blush.
he's a little embarrassed, reasonably, because he doesn't usually get this much attention for his cooking! outside of his siblings, no one pays this much attention to what he's made.
when lysithea realizes she's been rambling, she awkwardly extracts herself from the conversation and disappears for the rest of the evening. she's not around to realize that the smile stays on ashe's face for the rest of the night.
days later, they run into each other in the library, lysithea studying and ashe trying to. it's… not going so great, and usually lysithea would focus on her own work (she's running on borrowed time, after all) but as a thank you for that great meal, she offers ashe a hand.
and she learns that it's not that ashe is unintelligent or doesn't try, it's just that he doesn't quite understand the way the material is being taught. it's that he doesn't enjoy it, and that makes it more difficult to grasp. he's never been taught to study things like these (he's never had that opportunity) so she reteaches some of the material the way she understands it.
and… it helps. things slowly piece together, and it gets easier. not overnight, but for just one afternoon spent studying, it's considerable progress. ashe realizes instantly how much it's helped, and proposes a trade: for every afternoon spent studying, he'll make lysithea some sweets. she accepts instantly, barely considering that she might need that time for herself.
their study sessions eventually shift into meeting in the library to discuss what they've read recently after they realize that their taste in books (when lysithea isn't reading about magic theory) is fairly similar. it's a little two person book club, and it's good! it's fun! it's small and sweet and gets them shushed many times when they get too enthusiastic in their debates.
lysithea hasn't spent this much time on unproductive topics in a long time, but she rationalizes that it's still productive in a way. teaching ashe helps her reinforce her learning. getting sweets in return keeps her from being hungry when she studies on her own. their book clubs keep her thinking critically. logically, it is a good idea to stay around ashe. it makes reasonable sense.
(she does not let herself consider that maybe she is sticking around ashe for more than simply productive reasons.)
this continues up until the timeskip—trading study time for sweets and talking about books in their spare time. and then things go downhill.
regardless of the route, the two are separated for a long time. both of them go home to their families and defend their own territory. there's no time for studying together or book clubs anymore.
the war puts things into perspective: lysithea is still a ticking time bomb. ashe still has siblings to support. and so they grow up really goddamn quickly.
whether they meet on the battlefield or at a class reunion, when they first see each other weapons get dropped for a moment. they don't know if they're still the same people from five years ago, but they're willing to consider that maybe, this person is still someone good. someone familiar and comfortable.
they don't stay on opposite sides for long. regardless of who switches over, they meet up again in the greenhouse. some of ashe's plants are still blooming, and he's tending to them.
(it's then that lysithea realizes, beyond the little they share, she barely knows ashe. she barely gave herself the chance to know people when she was younger and maybe she still doesn't have much time but she's lived longer than she ever though she would and maybe, maybe she can try to know him better.)
(and ashe knows lysithea has always been reserved and private, barely sharing anything about her life outside of the monastery, and they've grown up enough that he can see there's a reason for that. he doesn't want to pry but he wants to let her know that if she wants to try, he can understand. and maybe he wants to try to share more, too. they don't have to move on from everything they had before but maybe they can add on to it.)
and so things get a bit deeper.
in the greenhouse, lysithea starts to talk a little about what life is like at home. carefully skirting around what's happened to her, she touches on how she's trying to make her parents' lives easier, how she's the only one left, how she doesn't have much time.
ashe doesn't know what it's like to live life with a time limit, but he knows what it's like to need to make someone else's life better, to need to make them proud, to be better for them. he understands loss and he's gotten a bit better at coping. lysithea has rarely discussed lonato with him, and maybe it's time to have that conversation.
this becomes their new normal. at least once a week, they sit in the greenhouse together just to deal with everything that's happening together. it gets easier to talk about the past when they talk about it together. it's easier to deal with the war, too, when they're able to talk about it together.
when everything's over, they both have to go home. they have lives outside of garreg mach that they can't just give up on.
…or can they?
half a year or so later, a letter from lysithea finds ashe in faerghus. she explains that she's renounced her nobility, she's made things easier for her parents, and she's finally done. there's nothing left for her but a happy life. and she'd like ashe to be a part of it, too. they've grown so much, from kids who studied and had a mini book club together to adults who fought alongside each other, and she doesn't want to give that up.
she writes that she understands he can't up and leave his siblings, so if he's willing to have her, she'll come to him. she'll make the trip over to the kingdom and stick around. she has money and she has governing intelligence if he'd like to make use of any of it.
he writes back that he'd love to have her, not for her money or her brain but for her, to have someone who's shared so much of his life at his side while he adjusts to a new normal. he'd like a familiar face in this unified fodlan, even if she doesn't think she'll be around for long.
the two never get married because of lysithea's time restraints, but they spend the rest of her life side by side. lysithea finds her place in a bigger family, one closer to what she was supposed to have. ashe finds someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with, someone who sticks around for the good and the bad, someone who is willing to help him and support him and understand him.
it's said that the two spent most of their days in the kitchen, where laughter could always be heard. ashe's siblings will say that they were happy, even though they knew it couldn't last forever.
it's said that even on her last day, lysithea smiled, knowing she had made the most of her short life.
thanks for the suggestion anon, hope this makes up for the wait <3
#not a quote#lysithea x ashe#lysiashe#lysithea von ordelia#ashe ubert#ashe duran#rarepair asks#fe3h#this kinda comes off as more of a qpp than romance but oh well. i am aro and i hc lysithea as arospec that's my excuse.#if i fucked up spelling pls let me know i’ll fix it when i get on my computer
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From Barrooms to Bedrooms
Author’s Note: First off, I just wanna say I’ve never written a fic like this before so pls be nice 💀🤚🏻Second, it hasn’t been edited for spelling, etc, so if you see something I need to fix pls lemme know!
~ this sign indicates (female) reader POV
_____ this indicates Jaskier’s POV
Italics are flashbacks
Contains: maybe OOC Jaskier (but it’s hot okay-), swearing, name calling, implied smut, sexual comments, choking, subby brat/dom vibes
I might not be the most famous bard on the continent, but I was far from the worst. I had a fair bit of a reputation, but it wasn’t until I met that sarcastic bastard Jaskier that I wanted more. By the gods, I had to become more popular than him. I just had to. I wanted to teach that pompous ass a lesson.
The first time I had met him, it was by chance. There had been a mix up at the tavern I was scheduled to play, and the innkeeper had accidentally hired us both.
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I walked into the tavern with a spring in my step, and my violin on my back. This was one of the biggest places I had ever played for, and my nerves reflected that.
Upon opening the door, a few patrons glanced up at me, but for the most part everyone was quiet and minding their own business. Of course, that was when I spotted a large white-haired man sitting in the corner, and in front of him was a smaller man with chestnut brown hair and a lute sitting next to him. Instantly, I recognized them. All the continent knew of Geralt’s tales thanks to the bard Jaskier. Maybe he could give me some pointers, since he had been in the game longer than I had.
Before I became too shy, I made my way over to their table, and the Witcher saw me first. Once he met my gaze, Jaskier turned to look over his shoulder and saw me.
“And who might you be, darling? Come to meet the famous Witcher and his bard? Can’t say I blame you,” he said with a click of his tongue.
“Well, actually, I’m playing this tavern tonight, and I was wondering if you had any advice for me. I’ve heard your songs- you’re the best.”
A darker, more angry look replaced his previously happy one. I had no idea what I had done wrong, so it sent me into a slight panic.
“You’re playing tonight? No, there must be some mistake. I was hired to play tonight.”
Taken aback, I blinked rapidly while processing what he said. Then an idea came to me.
“Well, why don’t we play together? Perhaps it was an honest mistake and the innkeeper hired us both.”
My smile quickly faded when he set his mug down with a thud and stood up to face me.
“Jaskier,” the Witcher grumbled across the table.
If the bard had heard him, he paid Geralt no mind. His gaze was focused directly on me.
“You don’t understand. I don’t play with anyone else. I play by myself. You can go tell the innkeeper that you aren’t performing anymore. I’ll even throw you a few marks for your trouble.”
A sinking feeling overtook me. This was nowhere near how I had imagined meeting him. I hadn’t even done anything wrong and he already seemed to hate me.
“What the fuck is your problem, Jaskier?” Geralt said as he stood, reaching out an arm to shove him.
Jaskier took a few steps to regain his balance, and adjusted his doublet angrily.
“She is.”
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Just thinking about it pissed me off. That was months ago though, so maybe I should let it go. After all, I was now standing in front of another tavern, far away from that one from before. I had a good feeling about this one. It was another day. So I took a deep breath, puffed out my chest to look confident, and entered the tavern.
As luck would have it, I saw the Witcher as soon as I entered, but his personal parasite was nowhere to be seen. That’s fine. I had no issues with Geralt. I decided to pay him a quick visit before I got ready to perform.
“Geralt of Rivia,” I declared, giving a small curtsy, “Where’s your walking infection? Did he get himself killed?”
Part of me felt bad for saying these things. But then I remembered our first meeting again, and suddenly felt much less so.
He was mid swallow of his ale, so it took him a second to respond. I gestured to the seat in front of him, and he nodded in return, signaling it was okay for me to sit down.
“He’s around here somewhere. Probably getting ready to play.”
My mouth fell open and I stiffened as though I had been petrified.
“I’m sorry...he’s getting ready to what?”
It was then that I heard someone behind me. I didn’t even have to look to guess who it was.
“You know, I thought that this tavern might be a bit nicer than some others. But I see they let any riffraff in here.”
I took a deep breath and nodded to no one in particular, trying to calm my nerves. His feelings were about to get hurt. This was not going to happen to me again.
I stood suddenly, whipping around to face the idiot. But my breath hitched in my throat when I saw him, because by the gods was he attractive. I hated to admit it, but there was no denying that fact. In just half a moment, I had lost track of everything I wanted to say to him, and that pissed me off even more.
“Are you going to say anything, darling, or just stand there and stare at me like an imbecile?”
His words snapped me to attention, and my heart pounded against the confines of my chest.
“You know what?”
“What?” he spat back at me.
“You are insufferable, conceited, and nasty. I can’t believe I ever looked up to someone like you. You think you’re famous because of your songs? You would be absolutely nothing without your Witcher. He’s the reason you’re famous. You’re just the sidekick. And a pathetic one at that.”
I shoved past him without giving him a chance to respond, making sure my shoulder made contact with his to knock him off balance.
~
Once I made it into the room I had booked for the night, I set my violin down gently on the bed before I groaned and fell beside it. I don’t care if he is playing tonight. I’m playing first, and everyone is going to remember me. Not him. Not the way his stupid eyes glint in the dim tavern light, or the way he smelled slightly of lavender and something sweet. They wouldn’t remember the way his fingers looked curled around a mug, or better yet his lute. Or the way his signet ring sat against his skin...
I scoffed and stood back up before my thoughts got any weirder. Not long after, I could hear people begin to cheer and make noise. He must be playing. Wonderful.
Absentmindedly, I paced my room while listening to the commotion get louder and louder. It wasn’t doing much to help my mood.
“Well, fuck. If I’m gonna hear it all the way up here, I may as well sit downstairs at the bar and listen.”
I begrudgingly made my way downstairs, but not before I grabbed my instrument. I was going to play one way or another tonight.
The crowd’s volume was reaching an all time high as I finally entered. Jaskier was in the middle of Fishmonger’s Daughter which always got people rowdy.
I sat down at the bar and ordered two mugs of ale for myself. There would almost certainly be more coming my way tonight. As soon as I received my drinks, I took a long swig and finally turned to look at the source of the crowd’s noise. Jaskier. Dandelion. Whatever you wanted to call him.
He was weaving his way through the crowd with a large, open-mouthed smile as he sang. None of the hostility that he expressed towards me was showing on his face. Instead, it was his normal charm and charisma. The things that made people watch him and listen to him intently, myself included. His movements were so delicate, yet so precise. He knew exactly where he was going and when, even though the crowd was moving around him haphazardly. And his hands. His fingers. They were so sure. So mesmerizing in their lithe abilities. Jaskier truly was the best at what he did.
A groan escaped my throat, and I looked away from him as he shed his doublet for the night. The last thing I wanted to look at right now was the way his undershirt clung to his arms, or the way his hair was sticking slightly to his forehead with sweat.
“Fuck,” I sighed. Within seconds I had downed the rest of my first mug, and set my head in my hands in frustration. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.
“Excuse me, miss! Are you (Y/N)?”
Plastering my best fake smile on, I turned to the man who was speaking.
“Yes! Oh- you’re the innkeeper. Thanks for letting me know that I wasn’t the only act tonight,” I grumbled, turning away and letting my smile fade into oblivion.
“Oh, my apologies. I thought perhaps the two of you could play together? You must...not get along.”
My eyes trailed over to where Jaskier stood, with one foot on a chair and fingers strumming rapidly. He turned at the last second and saw me looking, and a flicker of the anger I seemed to bring out of him could be seen for just a moment. But ever the performer, he made it disappear as soon as it came.
“Not in the slightest.”
It pained me to say it, truth be told. I wanted to get along with Jaskier. I wanted to get to know him and to be able to connect with him as a musician. But I guess destiny must have something else in store.
“Well, will you play after him? There are quite a few people here tonight that were looking forward to your performance.”
My hand tightened around the old wooden mug and I stared into the bottom, searching the last drop of ale for an answer. With a sigh, I finally looked at the man.
“Sure. Why not.”
He seemed appeased by my words, and left me with a small smile. I felt bad for snapping at him. He didn’t know. Ugh, I’m an ass I suppose.
I sat in the same spot until a smiling Jaskier finished his performance with a bow and a wave. Could slap that grin clean off his face if I really wanted to. I really, really considered it up until the innkeeper called for me and the crowd began whistling. Then I had a better idea.
A devilish grin spread across my lips as I took the front of the tavern with my violin. This might be fun after all.
“Thank you so much everyone for the warm welcome! But I want to give a very special thank you to a particular someone,” I declared, looking around the room for Jaskier. Finally my gaze settled on him and we made eye contact. Even from the other end of the room, I could see him bristle when I shot him a grin.
“Thank you Jaskier, from the bottom of my heart, for warming the crowd up for me. I really appreciate it!”
The room erupted in cheers and a few laughs, but all I was focused on was the dark expression that now graced Jaskier’s features. He was seething, and I was living for it.
In a swift, showy movement, I shed my cloak and took hold of my violin. My usual nerves that I have before performing were replaced by this sinister desire for revenge. It fired me up to no end. I had a feeling this would be my best performance yet.
“So, I know you all just heard this song not long ago thanks to the opening act...but I don’t think you have heard it on a violin, or sung by the superior sex, hmm?”
The crowd looked around at each other with confused eyes and whispering lips, but Jaskier knew exactly what I was planning as soon as I finished speaking. All the color had drained from his face, and he tightened his hands so fiercely against his mug I thought it might break.
“When a humble bard graced a ride along...” I began with a grin.
As soon as I finished that line, the crowd roared with excitement. I glanced around and saw people start to stand up and cheer, minus two men in the back. Jaskier and Geralt, obviously. But even Geralt had a smile on his face. I couldn’t say the same for Jaskier.
I decided to make my way through the crowd as Jaskier had done, twisting and turning between people, never getting too close, but just close enough so that they might feel like they could touch me. And eventually, I made it back over to where my second mug of ale still sat. I grabbed it, pausing just before the next line.
But before I continued singing, I hurried over to where Jaskier still sat stewing in his hatred for me. The crowd was starting to get confused, but I knew they would love this.
Quickly, I chugged most of the mug and slammed it down onto the table with a stomp of my foot, directly onto Jaskier’s toes. A string of colorful curse words escaped his lips at the same time I sang the next line with force:
“So pour him some ale!”
Thankfully, I don’t think anyone noticed the interaction between me and Jaskier because they were too busy cheering. It was all going according to plan.
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With a shove that seemed almost hard enough to break something, I left through the back door of the tavern. I couldn’t stay in there any longer. Not after she did that. Not while she’s looking like that...
I shook my head to get rid of any residual weird thoughts just as Geralt came through the door behind me. Great. Just what I need right now.
“Jealous she sings your song better than you? Maybe I’ll bring her with me instead.” I could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke.
I leaned against the building with crossed arms, making sure to conspicuously look away from Geralt so he would know that I don’t feel like talking.
“Go ahead then.”
There was a moment of silence between us before he approached me, finally stepping into my view.
“What’s your problem with her anyway? She hasn’t done a thing to you. You don’t even know her name, do you?”
Come to think of it, I don’t know her name. Bollocks.
“Why do you care Geralt?”
“Call it curiosity.”
I sighed and pushed off of the building. Apparently we were going to do this now.
“That day...before, you know, the first time we had been scheduled to play together. And I found out, it just...it angered me. I didn’t want to think that someone might be liked more than me...especially her. She’s breathtaking, so of course people will pay more attention to her rather than me. So, I’m jealous... Go ahead and laugh. I know you want to.”
“I’m not going to laugh. I just think you’re being ridiculous. You should apologize to her. Especially if you want any chance with her. I can hear your heart beat when you look at her. It’s not the beat of a hateful heart. Rather, an aroused one.”
Geralt smirked and I scoffed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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I felt a bit better after leaving Geralt and returning to the inn. Until I saw that she was still performing.
The way she moved around during her performance was like magic. She was so swift. There one second, and gone the next, the only sign of her being there in the first place the smell of her perfume. It was maddening.
I slumped into my seat and chugged the last bit of my ale, trying to ignore the throbbing pain from my foot. Witch.
No. She wasn’t in the wrong. I was. But I would never admit it.
Gods, what is wrong with me?
My hands caught my head as I lowered it in defeat. I really did feel like an ass. I had let my emotions get the better of me. It was very unprofessional. Embarrassing even.
The lack of music drew me out of my thoughts. It had gotten quiet again, with just the low voices of the patrons in the bar to listen to. Was her set over so soon? Where had she gone?
I looked around the room, and I didn’t have to look long. I saw her at the bar. She had been looking my way, but when I made eye contact, she turned away abruptly.
I sighed. It was now or never, I suppose. I’m going to try my best to apologize.
Hesitantly, I stood and made my way over to her. Her back was to me, so I thought she didn’t see me coming. But to my surprise, she was the first one to speak.
“Come to bother me again?”
A hot lick of anger sparked in my stomach, but I pushed it down. I’m trying to do the right thing here. I just had to remember that.
“Can I sit?” I choked out, trying to keep my tone even.
She didn’t say anything, so I went ahead and sat on the stool to her right. Her focus stayed on her mug of ale the whole time.
“Um...your set was over really quickly. Are you done already?”
She glanced at me from the corner of her eye.
“Yeah, I didn’t feel like playing anymore. I used up all my energy. How’s your foot by the way?” she asked me with a smirk.
“Well, it f-” I caught myself before I cursed and took a deep breath. “I’m sure you can imagine what it feels like. You got it pretty good with the heel of your shoe.”
A laugh escaped her. I’m sure it was unintentional, but it was a nice sound nonetheless. Gods. What is wrong with me?
“You deserved it. Anyway, why are you even here talking to me? I’m riffraff, remember?”
Once again, I sighed. I was starting to get angry again.
“I just wanted to come over and...you know...”
“I know what?” she said shortly.
My heart sped up at her heated words. She is making this really hard.
“I just wanted to-”
All of a sudden, she stood and glared at me.
“Are you gonna say anything, darling, or just stand there and stare at me like an imbecile?”
That was it. I felt my already fragile resolve shatter, so I stood to meet her. I had to look down at her because of the height difference and it crossed my mind that it was almost adorable. Ew.
“You know what? I was trying to apologize to you, but I’m glad I couldn’t get the words out. I’m not sorry for being mean to you at all. The only thing I’m sorry for is wasting my time over here. You are...”
She took a step towards me, not letting my height scare her.
“I’m what?” she hissed, face inches away from mine.
“An insufferable bitch. And I hope I never see you again.”
In the silence that followed, I saw tears form in her eyes. That right there was enough to make me regret everything I had done and said to her.
“Well, the feeling is mutual.”
Before I could even think, she pushed past me and was gone.
Shit.
~
Weeks had passed since I last saw Jaskier. His last words to me had truly hurt. Did I really infuriate him so? Or was there something bigger bothering him? Whatever it was, I couldn’t afford to think about it if I valued my mental stability.
I hadn’t realized I had been staring at the mug in my hands for so long. Until the bartender came over to me and asked if I needed a refill. He almost looked like he felt bad for me.
I accepted a refill, but I couldn’t even take a sip. It tasted sour when I tried. I wasn’t in the mood to drink anymore, and neither was my body.
After digging in my pockets for a few seconds, I fished out a few coins to pay the bartender.
“The change is yours. I’m going to my room. On the off chance, that anyone asks for me, I’m not here, alright?”
Before he could respond, I made my way to my room up the stairs. The only thing I removed was my cloak, and that was only because it was soaking wet from the rain and I had no energy to remove anything else before falling into my bed.
I’m not sure how long I laid there. Time was a funny thing, especially when you’re hurting. Tears stung my eyes and it reminded me of the last time I saw Jaskier. I hope he hadn’t noticed my tears then.
Ever since then, I hadn’t played anywhere. I had no motivation, no desire anymore. Was this the end of my career? Would I ever want to play again?
“Ugh,” I groaned loudly before putting a pillow over my face in anger.
Am I really letting him affect me like this?
A quiet knock at the door grabbed my attention and pissed me off all in one go.
“Who is it? I told that bartender I didn’t want any visitors. You best leave off now before I shove my violin where the sun doesn’t shine.”
There was a moment of silence. So silent it was almost loud.
“It’s uhh...it’s Jaskier.”
I let that sink in for a moment, then I shook my head because I must have heard them wrong.
“I’m sorry,” I laughed out angrily, “What?”
“It’s Jaskier. Please let me in.”
His voice sounded different than it did before. He sounded hurt and tired. Nothing at all like his loud and charismatic self.
“Why should I? I told you I never wanted to see you again.”
“(Y/N), please.”
Something shifted inside of me when I heard him say my name. It was the first time I had heard it from his mouth. Truth be told, I didn’t even know he knew my name. It sounded...good. I wanted to hear it again.
Before responding, I stood and shuffled over to the door. I placed my hand on the old wood and scrunched my face in thought. Was he doing the same on the other side?
“How did you find out my name?”
“I’ve been looking for you since we last spoke. I...I have asked around at every inn and tavern this side of the Continent in hopes I could find you.”
Funny. He almost sounded...sincere. But I wouldn’t let my feelings be hurt again by his charming words.
I swiftly flung the door open and glared at the man in front of me. But when I took in his whole person, I almost lost my drive to be angry. He was dripping wet from the rain. No cloak, no anything to keep him warm or dry. He looked like a puppy left in the streets. But no matter. I couldn’t let myself feel bad for him.
“I don’t care. I told you I never wanted to see you again and I meant it. Get lost.”
His eyes darkened as he looked at me. But he wasn’t really looking at me. It felt more like he was looking through me.
“I’m not doing this again,” he growled, pushing past me into my room.
“Who the fuck do you think you are, barging in here like that? Fuck off before I find a guard.”
Wordlessly, he turned to me and grabbed my shoulders, shoving me hard against the wall behind me.
“You piss me off beyond belief, you know that?”
I grabbed at his hands on me to try and escape, but it was no use. He had me tight in his grip.
“Once again, the feeling is mutual. So why are you here? Just to tell me the same things over and over?”
He hissed as he gripped my shoulders tighter, almost to the point that it hurt.
“I came to be a man and apologize. I’m trying to do the right thing.”
My nostrils flared as I looked at him with rage.
“Get away from me,” I hissed.
“No.”
Even though I no it wouldn’t work, I tried flailing my upper body around so he would lose his grip. If anything, it just made it worse.
“That’s the thing. I can’t seem to stay away from you. Fate really is a rotten bitch sometimes, love.”
His words caught me off guard. But more than anything the look in his eyes did. They were so dark, and his pupils looked like they had been blown wide open. Veins stuck out from his forehead, accentuated by the raindrops that were still falling from his hair to his face. His arms were flexed to the max, causing his shirt to stretch against his muscles. And it was almost animalistic, the way he had his teeth bared at me. I had never seen someone so angry.
But I had never been so aroused.
“Why don’t you say what you’re really thinking, Jaskier? We both know what the problem is here.”
“Oh, yeah?” he growled, inching his face closer to mine. “And what would that be?”
I got even closer to him, almost resting my nose against his.
“You don’t hate me. And I don’t hate you. We’ve never hated the other. You’re just mad because you let your performer’s jealousy get in the way of doing what you really want to me.”
He released his grip on my shoulders and instead wrapped one hand around my throat. Not hard enough to mess up my breathing, but just hard enough to feel good.
“You’re smart, aren’t you? But don’t pretend you’re not into me, too. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”
I smiled devilishly at him and crossed my arms, his hand still firmly around my throat.
“Prove it.”
“Prove what?” he spat at me.
“You said you came here to be a man. Prove it.”
My voice was barely above a whisper, but I knew he heard me when his eyes widened. He wasn’t expecting that.
“And how do you propose I do that?”
Smiling, I sighed and let my eyes flutter shut.
“Fuck me like those whores you sing about in your songs.”
By the end of the night, it was safe to say we weren’t enemies anymore.
#jaskier#jaskier x reader#jaskier smut#jaskier angst#the witcher#witcher#geralt#geralt of rivia#fic#ficlet#fanfic#fanfiction#imagine#smut#angst#blurb#series#prompt#julian#julian alfred pankratz#joey batey#joey#yennefer#ciri#ooc#oc#enemies#lovers#enemies to lovers#trope
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Little streamer AU prompts!
-Thinking they were all humans, either Wil or Phil bought tickets for them all to go to an amusement park....but Tommy’s too short to ride. Where does it go from there? Does Wilbur feel bad and sob out apologies? Does Tommy say it’s fine and that they can go without him, only to get kidnapped/lost? Does Tommy say f*ck it and try to sneak on with Tubbo? Your choice :)
-The bois at the arcade during the meetup. They try to cheat the games by having Tommy roll skeeballs into the best slot, or go inside machines to fix the game in their favor
-While Tubbo has Lani, and Phil has probably had like a borrower coworker or something, this is Wil’s first time heavily interacting with someone so small, and constantly watches the others and stays up at night googling how to best handle a borrower. Some of the suggestions he gets from online are way too formal and Tommy is confused as heck at where he’s getting these ideas. Like Wil you don’t have to wash your hands before picking me up if we’re RUNNING LATE C’MON LETS GO
-(the angst prompt) Tommy was so excited to meet others his size and during the meet up he doesn’t feel included or something, and he ahas a mental breakdown. Maybe he hides in a small space so the others can’t find/reach him
-If you don’t have plans for techno yet, maybe he’s also a tiny and thought he was the only one of any of his online friends, but the group FaceTimes him and he sees Tommy is small too but doesn’t make a big deal out of it, just a mentions it in the conversation at some point. Tommy feels instantly better. “Technoblade’s a bigger bad ass than any of you talk freaks!” “Techno was already the coolest, but none of you have a chance now.”
-Tommy wrestles with everyone’s hands
If you can’t tell I love this idea so much lol
-🦎anon
omg I love your ideas so much thank you and I’m so so sorry this post is so long I was gonna split it up but then I was motivated and got really excited (also pls forgive me for any spelling errors this is long and I didnt want to go back and edit it) :]
Little streamer au drabbles
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When Phil and Kristen had originally been planning out all the things they could do at the meet up they didn’t take into account the possibility that any of their friends might be well...tiny. So when the day came for the group to go to the amusement park and they were stopped by security at the first ride Phil knew the day wasn’t going to end well.
“Sorry sir,” the man said to Wilbur who currently had Tommy in his front pocket, “Tinies can’t go on the rides here, it’s too much liability for the park.”
Wilbur just stared at the man in mild confusion, “What if I hold him though, there’s no way anything could happen.”
The man just shrugged, “I don’t know it’s the park’s rules not mine so you can either stay out here with him or pass on rides for today.”
Wilbur looked down at the small teen in his pocket and could tell he was getting upset by the confrontation. Tommy’s shoulders drooped and he kept his eyes down as if to not show the others his disappointment.
“Its alright big man, go on I can stay down here,” Tommy whispered and patted Wilbur’s chest reassuringly. The attempt at comfort just made Wilbur’s frown grow.
“Hey it’s alright Will I’ll stay down here with Tommy,” Tubbo said, “I’m not the biggest fan of heights anyways.”
Wilbur reluctantly agreed and handed over the tiny to the other teen who walked over to one of the benches to wait for the others.
When Wilbur and Phil got off the roller coaster they panicked when they couldn’t find the two teens until they found Tubbo riding on a carousel horse with Tommy hanging off the pole.
Safe to say Wilbur didn’t let Tubbo take Tommy the rest of the day. (Sorry i didnt do angst for this one)
(More under the cut)
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Tommy was so excited to go to the arcade with his friends. When they got there though and Tommy saw all the prizes he could win he started to form a plan.
Tubbo of course would be the one to help him out though since he was the only one that was willing to let Tommy cause any chaos.
It started with small things like having him help them cheat on skeeball or hit targets with his hands on shooting games until they started to look for more ways to cheat.
For the final plan, Tubbo watched as Tommy climbed through the slot of a crane machine and tried to push a large bear toy into the hole.
When he saw the bear he thought Wilbur would like it and while Tubbo was usually opposed to crane games since it’s just a “waste of fucking money” he wasn’t necessarily opposed to helping Tommy get into the machine.
Everything was going fine until a woman with a child came over to the machine to play for themselves; immediately Tommy ducked down beneath the plushies so they wouldn’t get caught and Tubbo began to panic when he lost sight of the tiny.
It was at that moment that the rest of the group came over to Tubbo and asked where Tommy was.
“Uhhh hes in the bathroom,” Tubbo said nervously.
Phil tilted his head at the boy, “Uhuh...where is he Tubbo?”
“Ummmm so about that big man we uh-“
However, Tubbo was interrupted by his phone dinging and his face went pale as he read the text from Tommy.
-Pls get me out of here big man I can’t get this shit off me anymore-
“Uhhhh...oh fuck,” Tubbo muttered, “Um I have not the best news for you.”
“And what’s that?” Wilbur asked.
“Ummm do you have any coins on you?”
Phil looked at Tubbo with confusion, “Yeah, why do you ask mate?”
Tubbo turned back to the crane where the mother and daughter had left and laughed nervously, “well....ummm so by bathroom I kinda meant uh the crane machine? Yeah, Tommy’s in there.”
The adults immediately freaked out at the situation because what the fuck were the kids thinking. And when Tubbo told Wilbur they were just trying to get the teddybear for him cause Tommy thought he’d like it, he felt even more dread.
After almost an hour of Wilbur and Phil putting in money into the claw machine they finally got enough toys out of the way to see the tiny.
With one more try Tommy was able to grab onto the claw and let himself fall out of the machine. Wilbur immediately scooped him up to scold him for being a dumbass but when he saw that Tommy’s face was red and swollen he decided instead to just slip Tommy into his pocket to rest.
With the extra cheated tickets though they were able to buy Tommy a tiny plastic nerf gun from the arcade before they left.—————————————————————
Wilbur was surprised at how quickly Phil and Tubbo were okay with Tommy’s size. While Tubbo apparently had a tiny sister and Phil had had tiny friends before, Wilbur couldn’t recall ever actually interacting with someone so small expect for in passing.
He really cared about Tommy as both a friend and as a brother and he was so afraid of messing up with the teen. He didn’t want to hurt or offend Tommy in any way so of course he went to the best place to figure out what to do: wikihow.
The articles were strange for sure but anything to make Tommy feel more comfortable with him would be worth it.
So the next day when Tommy was supposed to be eating breakfast at Wilbur’s house and Wilbur wouldn’t pick him up to put him on the table he thought the taller man was just being a dick.
Then when Tommy asked him if he would pick him up Wilbur walked away from him to go to the bathroom instead of helping him.
After a minute the brunette man walked back and reached a hand down to lay besides Tommy. Tommy stepped onto his palm and expected him to pull him up towards him but when he didn’t he started to get really annoyed.
“Hey you can move what the fucks up witb you right now you’re being all weird and shit man,” Tommy grumbled.
“Huh? Oh I just...I was looking up some stuff about uh tinies and I thought maybe it would make you more comfortable?” Wilbur whispered with embarrassment.
“What?” Tommy laughed, “Why the fuck would you do that you were fine before I would tell you if I wasn’t comfortable big man you don’t have to worry about that.”
Wilbur felt his heart swell at the comfort and slowly lifted Tommy up to the table for them to eat together. It was still strange having someone so small around but Wilbur would get used to it for Tommy.—————————————————————
Tommy usually didn’t have any problems with having bigger people around. All his friends at home and his family were all humans so he knew he was overreacting about none of his online friends being tinies. But when they went out to dinner together and Phil, Tubbo, and Wilbur were all talking together while Tommy sat next to Wilbur’s cup something broke inside him.
The reason he loved streaming so much was that he thought he finally had met other people like him, but he guessed it was his own fault for never really checking.
As the three laughed loudly Tommy felt himself becoming more and more overwhelmed by the chaos in the restaurant. He couldn’t cry now though his friends were having fun, it would be a dick move for him to ruin the meet up for them just because he expected them to be tinies.
Throughout the meal and on the way home Tommy was mostly silent, he sat in Wilbur’s pocket as they arrived at the man’s apartment. Wilbur waved goodbye to Phil and Tubbo as he took Tommy inside.
Wilbur sat Tommy down on the counter as he changed and Tommy finally felt a few tears fall from his eyes. He heard the sound of a door opening and quickly hid behind a tea box so Wilbur wouldn’t see him in this state.
He started to shake as the tears kept coming while he heard Wilbur searching around for him.
“Tommy?” Wilbur called out but Tommy couldn’t even get a solid breath much less respond.
After a few moments Tommy felt the tea box he was hiding near shift as a large hand wrapped him up gently.
“Oh jeez Tommy are you okay?” Wilbur asked as he lifted Tommy to his eyes.
Tommy wiped his eyes and slowly nodded to Wilbur who looked heartbroken by the tears.
Wilbur sighed, “Do you want to talk about it?”
Tommy shook his head no and Wilbur gave the boy a sad smile.
“I’m sorry Tommy, we’ll talk about this later okay,” he whispered as he tucked Tommy up against his chest. He held the tiny until he heard soft snores replace the sobs and promised himself that whatever made him this sad would never happen again.—————————————————————
Techno had been tweeting at the rest of the sleepy boys since the start of the meetup. The American wished he had gotten to meet up with his friends but sadly because of covid there was no way to safely visit the UK, so instead they settled for FaceTiming one night so that Techno wouldn’t feel as left out.
Techno grabbed his specially made phone and anxiously waited for the call. When Phil’s contact showed up Techno opened it immediately and was greeted by the familiar blonde human’s face along with Tubbo in the corner.
“Hey Techno!” Phil smiled as Tubbo waved aggressively.
Techno smiled and waved back, “Hullo.”
After a little bit of shuffling Wilbur appeared on the screen with something cupped in his hands.
“What you got there Will?” Techno asked with an amused expression.
“It’s me bitch! Ayyy Techno,” a loud and annoying but familiar voice yelled form the taller man’s hands.
“Oh hey Tommy,” Techno laughed, but besides that there was almost no reaction to Tommy’s height.
“That’s it? No big ‘wow you’re small’ or like ‘poggers’ or anything?” Tommy asked.
Techno hummed in response, “Nah why would I care your nothing special cause you’re small.”
Tommy huffed and crossed his arms at Techno, “I’m not special bitch? I’m the only tiny here I’m amazing!”
A small chuckle left Techno as he realized the situation.
“And why are you so sure you’re the only one huh?”
Tommy blinked wide eyed at Techno before a wide grin spread across his face.
“Wait you’re small too?” Phil asked.
Techno nodded to his friends who all had different ranges of shock on their faces.
“Oh fuck yeah!” Tommy screeched causing everyone to laugh.
“See I knew this is why you were so much cooler than these bitches were alpha men you see,” Tommy laughed.
“Yeah,” Techno smiled, “I’m sure that’s why.”
The rest of the call was calmer however Tommy continued to insist that Techno and him were much cooler than the rest of the them. —————————————————————
The first time Tommy had been grabbed to try to get him to calm down or stay still it had been by Phil when he was trying to cook breakfast and Tommy kept getting too close to the stove top. Phil placed his hand over Tommy to keep him still when he felt the kid latch onto his pointer finger and try to pull it away.
“Ay what are you doing mate?” Phil laughed as the tiny continued to struggle with his finger.
“I’m wrestling you big man can’t you tell, and I’m fucking winning!” Tommy grinned.
Phil chuckled at the kid before flipping him over with his thumb.
“Yup you’re winning sure,” he said slyly.
When Wilbur and Tubbo walked in to Phil trying to pin down Tommy with his fingers while the small boy laughed and pushed them away as much as he could they had no fucking clue what was going on.
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7, 29, 56 tts! couple pls 👉🏼👈🏼
7. “That’s it, that’s a new kink I never knew I had.” + 29. “I’m going to die if you don’t let me cum.” + 56. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because I’m not stopping.”
+ pre-marriage tts. literally. warnings: (an attempt at) orgasm control, squirting
Yoongi blurs the line between cruelty and mercy with every hard drive of his fingers in your pussy. He only uses two because he knows you’ll come too quick with three. You race right into thick heat, feel it spiral to the final surge—
—and then he stops.
“Oh fuck you,” you cry, “Yoongi no—”
He grinds the heel of his palm where you pulse heat to tease that slow build again. “Yoongi yes,” he mocks. He’s not sorry at all.
“I’ll—I’ll be so angry with you and I’ll tell everyone we called the wedding off because you’re being so mean to me.”
“You can do better than that.”
He’s not playing fair. It’s been an hour of one long dizzy spell, fucking you to steep levels of an orgasm but denying you the pleasure eight times already. Begging has never been off the table but it pisses you off knowing he’ll enjoy it even more now that you’re desperate enough to resort to it.
“I’m—I’ll die—I’m going to die if you don’t let me come.”
He curls the tips of his fingers as an evil reminder. “Now you’re being dramatic.”
“You see what it’s like to almost-come eight times!”
“But it’s so hot,” he coos. He’s not wrong. There’s a you-shaped print of sweat on these sheets. “Watching you squirm like that. You think you’ll squirt?”
Your cheeks burn high. “Do you want me to?”
“Only if you’ll scream.”
Oh you’d scream alright. Bark any command till he finally lets up, drills your pussy till you blank into white. You’ve both got a long day ahead. One that starts in approximately seven hours but Yoongi likes to drag things out at the most inopportune times. “Yoongi I’m tired and we’re literally getting married tomorrow so you’re not even supposed to be here much less finger-blasting me to no end!”
“I know you’re tired. Is this getting your mind off things?”
"I wanna come!” You bellow.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he confirms. He bends over to bloom kisses on your pelvis, little apologies. “Just trust me, okay?”
You resign with limp defeat. He’s got you in his hands—literally—and he knows you’re reaching levels of frustration even an orgasm won’t fix. So he starts up again: the gentle pump of his fingers in your slick, molding your walls with all the heat of his loving.
Your eyes roll back. It’s your favourite part. The barely-there sensations, craving the intense satisfaction but he won’t give it to you just yet. Yoongi drags it out, doesn’t go for your clit but for the tiny moans you’ll grant him if he curls inside just right.
“Love feeling you like this.”
“Hm?” Yoongi grazes soft lips along your stomach, kisses your heaving chest. He prods deeper with a stroke when he circles your tit with a slow tongue. Your hand curls an automatic grip on his hair. “Oh god…”
“So… good. Letting me do this to you. Makes me feel important.”
“I-I’m glad,” you laugh. Trust Yoongi to confess that having his hands coated with wet pussy is a good confidence builder. If anything, you’re just happy to provide.
He comes up for a kiss. He’s easy with it because he doesn’t want you getting carried away. You’ve always had a thing for your tongue on his. “You’ll look so beautiful tomorrow,” he whispers.
“Oh don’t get sappy on me now.”
Not when he’s got your legs open to blatant exposure and he’s still got all his sleepwear on. His words don’t work to turn you on but to ease the anxiety you’ve got churning in your stomach. All your exhausted efforts coming to matrimonial fruition tomorrow, and Yoongi was nothing if attentive to your need for recourse after the busy rehearsal dinner today.
Yuri would kill him if she knew he snuck out his room across the hall just to fuck you. Bridal superstitions and all. But you’re too far gone to chide him for breaking rules because you’re the one being taken care of right now.
He picks up to steadier movements, dragging that sticky sound louder till you’re blushing. He still won’t touch your clit. Probably deciding if he wants to give in and finally let you come, so you moan just for the preview. A little incentive to promise him you’ll make it worth the ache of his wrist come morning. “Fuck—please—go faster.”
“You wanna come?”
“Yes!”
“What if I don’t want you to?”
But he doesn’t tease another quick stop. He heeds your earlier request, lets himself indulge in harsher fucking, scissoring those fingers, curving till your nerves are set on fire. You’re tempted to close your thighs from how hard he’s going but Yoongi distracts you with a pink tongue behind your teeth, swallowing your heavy exhales like he wants to consume you whole.
“Oh fuck yes. Just like that, mm—!”
He challenges your desperate stare, watches you dwindle into whines because you’re already so close again. “You gonna come for me?”
“Please,” you mewl. “Don’t stop ple-ease—”
“What if I do? You gonna beg me like a good girl? Gonna kick and scream till I give you what you want?”
“Yoongi—Yoongi!“
Your panting eases into half-sobbing. You’d accuse him of being a sadist but you love the chase just as much, succumbing to the ache of submission. Creaming his knuckles wet, feeling that throb build to an unbearable fever.
Then he stops. Again.
You shiver. “Yoon—!“
“Sh.” You’re positive his fingers have pruned up, coated diligently in your essence. He won’t lick it yet because he knows you like the stringy feeling.
“Yoongi I need—“
“Promise I won’t make you wait now. Just breathe for me.”
“Y-You better,” you sniffle. You don’t want to admit defeat, don’t want to give him the satisfaction of driving you to tears from one more stolen orgasm. When he said he wanted to take your mind off things you didn’t think he’d mean to replace every single thought with mind-numbing desire. It’s bordering on painful at this point—heart, soul, pussy.
He sates your crumbling sanity with a soft kiss. “I love you. Really.”
“Love you too. Even though you’re being horrible.”
Yoongi takes it as a nice compliment. Opposite to the nasty rubbing he starts teasing your hole with, almost like it’s a gift. “Think you’ll squirt for me?”
“Mm… We’ll see.” You grind into his palm.
“I really wanna see you squirt.”
“Then you better make me fucking come or I’m making sure I’m two hours late to the cere—h-ah!”
Yoongi promises no pretence of evil when he dives right for the spot that curls you at the spine. He claims it, claims you—shoves those knuckles deep till the heel of his palm rubs perfectly on your clit. You grab at his hair. Grip tense, body tenser.
He leans down, mouthing love on your neck. “Feel it coming?”
“God yes,” you squeal. “Fuck that’s so good, baby.”
“Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight pussy like this?”
“Mhm—!” You hug Yoongi to your chest as if you were slipping, slipping, slipping—finally coming, head first into rapture, unravelling with a loud shriek. “Oh fuck yeah, yeah, ngh—!”
Yoongi takes all those near-highs and pulls taut at the heat where he thrusts. And he gets what he wants, too: drawing out thick splashes till it wets his wrist, the bed; watching you shake with every intense pulse. You’ll tip double to the housekeepers changing the sheets later.
“Holy fucking shit,” you breathe. You think you’re still coming. Yoongi strokes with lighter touches, gets you twitching into the feeling.
“That’s it,” he whispers, kissing you softly into the comedown. “That’s a new kink I never knew I had.”
“Wha-what? What is?”
“Pre-marital fingerbangs.”
You flick at his forehead, bask in the sight of his dewy face in the dimmed lights. “Now your fingers are all wrinkly. Pussified fingers.”
“Ah.” He brings his hand up to marvel at his handiwork. Flexing at the soaked middle and ring fingers, and suddenly you’re reminded of the fact that you’ll slide a ring on him tomorrow. “I like it. Almost like they’re battle scars.”
“I leave no one unscathed.”
“How dare you wound me,” Yoongi jokes. He doesn’t expect you to grip his wrist next, bringing him closer till your tongue tastes the remnants of his hard work. His gaze zeroes in on your puckered lips stretched along his knuckles. “You...”
“Taste good.” You pop your mouth. “But I bet you taste even better.”
He laughs abashedly. “I think I’m blushing.”
“C’mon big boy, roll on over for me.”
He does. He’s very obvious with the way he stares at your tits when you crawl over him.
“Now I could be mean and do the same thing to you.” You drag his sweats down, stare at the bulge between his thighs. “Or… I could be meaner, and do the opposite.”
Your hands are cold on his skin when you pull at his briefs. “What?”
“I’m gonna make you come. A lot.”
It doesn’t sound like a threat. But you make it dangerous when you keep your eyes on him, bending over to lick at the tip of his dick. Yoongi stutters a gasp.
“Mm. Y-You gonna make me scream for it?”
“Would you do it if I asked?”
You watch him struggle. To submit, to enjoy the way you suck on him. Probably realizing neither of you will get good sleep tonight for the sake of drawn-out highs.
“Maybe,” he decides.
“Good.” You slobber through one mouthful of cock till his hands seek refuge in the sheets. “You better muffle yourself with a pillow then, ‘cause I’m not stopping.”
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IX: aparecium; an incantation to always remember.
— you finally read all the other pages of his diary.
+pairing: miya atsumu x reader.
+genre: crossover(hq x hp); fluff; angst; frenemies to lovers.
+word count: 2.9k.
+warnings: FLUFF!! pls, if i don’t put fluff, some of my moots would cry(*cough* ray).
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+author’s notes: this is the last chapter(im def not sad) BUT i will be writing bonus parts!!
+navigation: previous, masterlist,.
You stand in front of your apartment, sighing as you close your eyes, making your way inside your bedroom and begin to pick up the cardboard boxes with the help of your wand, moving them outside into the living room for someone(who is quite late, yet again) to take to your new home.
You tie your hair up, fixing your overcoat a little as you sigh, making your way to the smallest box, placed in the corner of the room. Just by looking at the stamp on top of it, you smile.
The memories of your time at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
You carefully sit on your knees, your plaid skirt riding up just a smidge, as you open the carton in front of you.
To say that it was filled up completely was an understatement because right now, a few books and photographs fell out onto your lap, making you chuckle. You picked up the photographs, settling with your back against the wall and your legs stretching out, as you looked through them one by one.
The first one—one of your graduation ceremony, standing next to Shimizu Kiyoko(the current owner of the most popular Quidditch shop in London) who was beaming vividly at the camera with you, holding up your wands as a gesture that you had finally done it. Something that seemed almost insurmountable when you first started school, and now? You all were content, happy with your lives.
The second photograph was one from the third year, your first time in Hogsmeade. You were in The Three Broomsticks, and a mustache of the froth from the butterbeer had formed atop your lips. Behind you, a certain fox pointed and laughed his guts out.
The next picture was from the Shrieking Shack—where all of your friends had ditched the second last day of school and spent the whole day drinking and reminiscing the past seven years of nostalgic happiness. A boy held your hand with the fondest look in his carob orbs, and you returned it.
You gingerly took the three photos, storing them in the photo album that had also fallen out of the box in the process of you opening it. Smiling, you took out some more mementos.
Your broomstick, the Nimbus 2001, sat at the bottom, but you excitedly removed it and placed it on the ground, saying, "Up!"
It almost made it to your hand but fell down upon grazing your fingertips. You pouted, blaming the number of years it had passed since you had played Quidditch. Peering into the box as you placed the broomstick aside, you found something even funnier.
Cheap, piss colored hair-dye that was almost ten-years-old.
You chuckled, looking at it playfully as you opened the top of the bottle. The disgusting odor that came from it made you grunt as you immediately placed the cap back on top, never desiring to touch that thing ever again. And once more, you placed the item in your hand to the side, looking into the box to find more things that reminded you of your happiest years.
You couldn't believe your eyes at what sat at the bottom of the carton.
An empty notebook with a soft leather cover, with a grey quill by its side, sitting there and ridiculing you.
You blinked twice, making sure what you were seeing was real. Hell, you even rubbed your eyes until you could see mindless patterns in the dark. You opened your eyes, the patterns making themselves sort of visible in plain sight, disappearing after a few milliseconds when you grabbed the brown book in front of you and whispered with your wand in hand, "Aparecium."
September 2, 20**.
I don’t know what I’m doing at this point. It’s been 3 years since I started loving her.
When I saw her walk into the train today, umm, yesterday cause it’s past 2 AM now… I felt so happy?? I mean, I know I tease her and all, she’s quite amazing. She’s got the brains for it all and insults me back even when I say something stupid.
I really dunno. 3 years and I’ve made 0 progress. I seriously need to re-think my decision about my love for this girl 'cause 'Samu says there’s no chance she loves me back. Dunno if I’ll be able to stop my feelings, though. I’ve liked her since my second year. Damn me, for being such a lovesick puppy.
And to think I colored my hair for her too. [Y/N] called it piss-colored. Out of all things, why the fuck would ya compare somebody’s hair to piss? That’s utterly disgusting. I wonder where [L/N] gets these dumb ideas. Damn her, that slug. Anyways, I have class in a couple hours. G'night.
'Tsumu.
You immediately let out a hearty laugh, flipping to the next page when you remembered a certain encounter with the boy who wrote the diary. The day he told you he loved you, by the infamous Black Lake, he spoke of this particular page. He said that he addressed the nightly trips around Hogwarts, about how much he longs to be yours, about his happiness when he sees you, and your snarky comments that are just as, if not more, witty than his.
September 4, 20**
Today was the third day of school. Also my first trip around Hogwarts with [Y/N] under my invisibility cloak. We snuck into the kitchens and got ourselves steak pies and treacle tarts, and then went to the Astronomy Tower where we ate them while laughing about nothing in particular. I love these little trips. They make me all warm and fuzzy inside. Dunno how to put it into words, but I really like spending time with her alone. It makes me really really really happy. I wish that someday, maybe when I'm all grown up and play for a known Quidditch Team and she's a DADA professor, we are still like this. Going around to aimless places, eating food, and laughing about the old times(or anything really, I just want to be with her even when I'm older). And just like always, she doesn't fail to throw dumb comebacks at me. I can't help but chuckle at them, because sometimes they really are offensive. Well, looks like it's time to hit the hay now, so g'night.
'Tsumu.
You gasp as the page comes to an end, a hand on your mouth. He wasn't wrong when he said he wrote about you. You smile as a tear runs down your cheek as you flip to a random page this time, and you realize that it's written in his sixth year of Hogwarts.
December 23, 20**
I stayed back for Christmas break this year and my dorm is all empty. So is hers, because she says she didn't want to go back home at all until the summer. I feel bad for her gran, that woman must feel lonely.
You giggled at the line, grinning because you remember your grandma sending you a Howler, which yelled at you in the empty dorm-room for not coming home for the holidays. She said she missed you, and that your grandfather's health was deteriorating. She had also said that she knew why you didn't come back, and that it was okay, because she understood that you couldn't see another loved one go. The Howler ended on a sorrowful note, but everything eased back into its place because you remember the writer of the diary in your hands being there to comfort you when a dreaded letter came in after the holidays. You continued reading where you left off, wiping away the new wave of tears that had emerged from the memories.
Yesterday, me and [Y/N] went around the castle under the invisibility cloak I gave her. It was fun because I always get to see this little smile on her face that only shows up during these trips. We also went to the forbidden section of the library just because we wanted to look at a few spells that are probably illegal. I did accidentally kill a rat practicing the second unforgivable curse, and [Y/N] helped me hide all the evidence by feeding the dead rat to the Hippogriff she had found in the Forbidden Forest. I swear, if someone saw the way I did the spell and couldn't stop until [Y/N] threw Expelliarmus at me, they would throw me in the deepest pin in Azkaban and I'd probably never be able to see [Y/N] again. Anyway, I have to go back out for dinner now. G'night.
'Tsumu.
You, again, laughed at the man's childishness. You recollect distinctly how scared he was, that he had almost pissed his pants in the Courtyard that night. You had assured him that nothing would go wrong and that your lips were completely sealed, because he was your friend of course, so you had quickly formulated a plan to help him. And yet again, you flip to a new page, one from the fifth year this time.
July 15, 20**
I hate this part every year. Ever since my third year, it sickens me to come back home for summer. I can't see her because she lives in Lambeth while I'm in Westminster with my posh family. It makes me a little angry sometimes that my family is well-known in the wizarding world because this means my summers are filled with whatever my parents want me to do. The train ride back home was definitely not quiet. It was so chaotic(mostly because of the constant bickering between me and [Y/N]) and Kita-san yelled at us at the end. That was the first time I've ever seen him get angry, so he was either really fed up or we were being too dumb. Anyway, I'm gonna miss Hogwarts a lot for the next month or so, because after that I get to see her again. Honestly? Can't wait for the sixth year. I hope she grows taller, because right now, she's quite the midget. I'll write her a letter or two, but I probably won't send all of them. G'night for now.
'Tsumu.
You continue reading it all. Page by page, parchment by parchment, word by word, letter by letter until you finally get to the last page. The one he wrote on the graduation day, where he says that he wants to marry you someday. But you don't get to read it just yet, because he walks into the room with his booming voice and boyish grin.
"[Y/N]! Sorry I'm late, sweetheart! I apparated back home as fast as I could 'cause Coach saw me slack off a lil-"
"So ya actually read it all, huh?" he smirks, walking up to you and crouching down next to you, "Ah, the last page, have ya read it yet?"
"Not the last one," you smile, "—if only I'd read these sooner, we wouldn't have gone through all that mindless drama in seventh year, right?"
"Eh, 'twas kinda worth it in the end," he shrugs, sitting down next to you and placing his thumb on your chin, "Love, you've been crying?"
You shook your head lightly, letting out a small chuckle which to him sounded like the sweetest melody on the face on the planet, "Tears of joy, 'Tsumu. You were a cute teenager in love."
He smiles with his teeth on display, his fading blonde hair falling on his face with perfection as he whispers, "Only for you, darling."
"I'm glad," you mutter, closing in and placing a ghost of a kiss on his lips when you realize, "Wait, shit! We have to take all of this to the House! I'm supposed to leave for Hogwarts tonight!"
"Kiss me first, then we'll talk."
"'Tsumu, you really didn't have to come all the way to Hogwarts to drop me off," you giggle, as the yellow-haired man intertwines his fingers with yours quietly, giggling along with you as he says, "Hey, now yer students get to see yer hot boyfriend that you've been with for the past eight years."
"My stupid boyfriend that did a lot of illegal things in school. You're not exactly a good influence, you know," you mumble, earning a little offended open-mouth Atsumu walking alongside you to your quarters. He continues faking the vexed expression, a hand on his heart as he says, "How could ya wound me like this, baby?"
"I love you though, so it's justified," you say, opening the door and placing your trunk by the bed. He closes the door, leaning on it with his arms crossed over his chest as you set up your things in the room. When you turned around, you saw Atsumu looking at you with the most enamored look in his clove-infused eyes. You sighed, your shoulders immediately relaxing when your orbs land on him by the door. You step towards him, your beige trench coat trailing behind as you wrap your arms around his very muscular figure(now that he's a part of Nottingham Jackals as a Beater).
"You're going to leave, aren't you?" you mumble against his chest softly, as he chuckles out, "Yer lucky ya get to stay in Hogwarts when I'm gone. Everything's gonna remind ya of me."
Before you open your mouth to retort, your boyfriend says, "Don't worry, slug. I'll send ya letters everyday. And I'll come to meet ya twice a month. Maybe you can even let me meet yer students."
"'Tsumu, no-"
"Imagine! Children and teenagers, all of 'em love me to death. They'll love yer class, even more, when you make me meet 'em!" he exclaims, his eyes filled with curiosity, "Also, also! What about the third years? I wanna be there when the boggart lesson goes on-"
"'Tsumu, no. The school won't allow it. Although, my students do come and ask about you a lot because they like your Quidditch playing skills. They're not idiots like me, they won't fall in love with your stupid personality," you chuckle, pulling away from the hug, but still holding his arms with yours. He pouts, pulling you into a soft kiss, but immediately pulling away and winking at you, "I'm gonna see ya in a few weeks. Maybe I'll take ya on a date to Hogsmeade again, we can sneak into the Shrieking Shack again under that invisibility cloak."
"'Tsumu, I'm a teacher, not a student!" you laugh, but he simply says, "If anything, that gives us an excuse!"
Miya Atsumu never expected you to be agitatedly running around in your green-room, trying to find things for your hair and make-up. He chuckles lightly because all the other people in the room can do is shake their heads and sigh at your frantic state. Your maid-of-honor, Kiyoko, tried to calm you down about half an hour ago, but it was to no avail.
Atsumu sent Kiyoko a knowing glance, to which she and all the other bridesmaids stepped outside for just a minute.
"[Y/N]," he says, his voice low but still soothing. You stop in your tracks, turning around and gasping as you looked at him—clad in sweatpants and a white shirt—and widened your eyes.
"Dummy, you aren't supposed to see me just yet! Go away and wait at the altar!" you yell, walking over to him and attempting to shove him outside the room.
Emphasis on the word, 'attempting'.
"You look exactly like what you are right now, a slug. So listen to me, love. I need to give ya something before you start stressin' out all over again," Atsumu murmurs, placing his hands on your shoulders tenderly as he pulls out a book with a leather cover and hands it to you.
You sigh, picking it up as you sit down by the vanity. Atsumu looms behind you, crouching down to whisper next to your ears, "Love, open the last page, will ya?"
You furrow your eyebrows in confusion, turning your head to look at him with exasperation. He places a peck to your cheek, humming indulgently as an indicator for you to continue as he instructed. You sigh again, shoulders drooping low as you turn over the book and open it, and muttering, "Aparecium."
July 2, 20**.
I want to marry [L/N] [Y/N] someday.
Miya Atsumu.
From the last day of the seventh year, and Atsumu continues to explain to you that during the train ride back home when all of you were sleeping, was when he wrote the last entry of his diary, and never opened it again. Because he knew, that he meant every word scribbled on every page.
You sat there, listening to the man with the messy faded blonde hair, losing yourself in his perfect brown eyes all over again. You felt as if you were diving deep into an ocean of pure chocolate, the sweetness and the slight bitterness getting the best of you as you drown—but voluntarily, because drowning was your intention.
"I love you, Atsumu," you say out of nowhere, cutting him off. He stops abruptly, his eyes growing wide and his mouth forming into a pout. His lips form into the brightest smile ever, as if the rays of a thousand suns meeting at one point. His boyish grin melts your heart, as he presses his lips to your forehead and says, "I love you more, darling. Now, take a breather, will ya?"
"Oh, and before I go. Don't disappoint me today, slug. I've been waiting to do this for the past eleven years."
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02 | upside down; steve harrington
Notes:
I suck so bad. I meant to post these before I left to go on my little trip and life got hella busy. But, I didn't get around to it. BUT BUT.. I am now. They're not really that edited, so yeah. I was happy with what came out, despite this turning out to not be a slow burn type thing at all like I originally wanted. So for all those hoping for a slow burn, oopsies?
OH.. And before I forget, chapters one, two, three and potentially four take place BEFORE the actual series starts. ;P
Summary:
She moves back to Hawkins and manages to turn his life completely upside down. In the best of ways.
But how will everything play out between them? Also, can they handle all the weirdness ahead? We shall see.
Warnings:
LOOSE CANON COMPLIANCE AT BEST, TOTAL DEVIATION AT WORST - this is just an up front catch all because sometimes, things happen that I don’t particularly care for (the senseless death of Barb, anybody?) and if you’re one of those canon only people, this is here to warn you that this is not the fic for you. LANGUAGE, OCCASIONAL GORE, MONSTERS / FANTASY ELEMENTS, TEENAGE DRAMA AND SHENANIGANS - Obviously, teenagers are going to do stuff. They’re at that point in their life where not every decision they make is the best one. So if you’d rather skip over this kind of thing (teen drinking, fighting, etc) then yeah.. you’ve been warned. THIS IS NOT A SLOW BURN, I REPEAT NOT SLOW AT ALL / EVENTUAL FILTHY GOOD NESS - because lets be real.. we’re all wondering when we’re gonna drop the plot and get to the good stuff. When this chapter occurs, I will flair it with an M. In the meantime, if you’re not into slow burn or mutual pining, then you’re probably not going to care about this.
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TWO.
Monday came with no sign of Steve. Then Tuesday. By Wednesday, I felt like I was about to lose my mind. Still no sign of him.
It was now Thursday afternoon. And honestly, I’d put the whole thing out of my head. Started to convince myself that I’d been right about Steve Harrington and his intentions after all. Nana Ginger had gotten Jonathan to come and help out by bussing tables in the dining area for an hour or two so I could go over the books for her with no interruptions. When I caught sight of Steve’s silver BMW pulling into the parking lot, I was perched atop the counter in the gas station doing just that.
With Billy Idol blasting quietly from a little boombox nearby.
I raised a brow when instead of coming in like usual, Steve wandered around back. Out to where Nana's boyfriend Hank was working in bay 3 of the garage behind the place.
“Oh. Oh no. Steve, why the hell…” I muttered to myself. Sitting the ledger to the side as I tiptoed carefully to the door that lead out into the garage from the front of the buildings attached. I pressed my ear against it, trying to listen.
All I could really make out was Hank laughing out loud. And Steve asking what was so funny about what he’d apparently asked. Then Hank telling him verbatim, that he didn’t know if he could trust him as far as he could throw him while pointing out that he’d been a teenage boy once too and that he knew exactly where this was all heading.
My breath caught in my throat. I waited on Steve to offer some form of rebuttal. Seconds later, he finally did. “ You’re actually completely wrong about me, sir. With all due respect.”
“If you can get her to say yes to a date in the first place, kid, by all means. But if you hurt her, you’re not gonna have anywhere to hide. We clear, kid?” Hank said this as loud and as plain as day. Clearly enough I could hear it completely through the door separating the two areas.
Steve muttered something else I couldn’t quite hear and in a mad scramble that had Jonathan nearly doubling over in laughter, I was trying to perch myself back on top of the counter at the front of the gas station. Balancing the ledger on my lap. Trying to force myself to concentrate on running numbers.
My reading glasses started to slip down the bridge of my nose and swearing, I pushed them back up. Eventually taking them off to unfocus my eyes and give them a little relief from strain. Jonathan spoke up from nearby.
“Hear anything interesting just now, Jen?” he gave me a teasing smirk and I grumbled, playfully flipping him off as I gave a soft smile. I nodded. “Yeah. I guess I have to at least consider saying yes to Harrington’s constant asking me out. I mean… takes a brave guy to talk to Hank.”
“You’re definitely not wrong there.” Jonathan muttered, chuckling quietly. Digging around in the pocket of his apron and tossing me a cassette tape. Smirking. “I made it during the countdown last night.”
“Oh?” I turned the cassette over in my hands, smiling. “I’ll put it in right now, give it a listen while I’m doing the rest of the books. Hey, do you need somebody to give Will a lift to Mike’s on Saturday?”
“If you don’t mind?” Jonathan asked.
“Not at all.” I grinned, adding quickly, “I’m supposed to drop Dustin Henderson off there too. Figured since they’re going to the same place and I’m gonna hang out with Nancy for a while, why not?”
“Thank you.” Jonathan gave a grateful smile and an idea kind of formed. I smiled and mentioned casually, “Ya know, Jon.. If you really want to thank me.. You could talk to Nancy sometime.”
Jonathan eyed me with a raised brow. I held out his mixtape and added, “She loves The Clash.”
“Really?” his brow raised.
“Just take my word for it, Byers.”
“ You’re sure you don’t mind me giving her this?”
“Why would I? I told you to, silly.” I laughed, shaking my head. Jonathan was being called to the back dining area again by my Nana, so he hurried off and I stood, stretching. Slinking down the aisles of the gas station, over to a cooler.
I grabbed myself a Diet Pepsi and dug around in my pocket for the money to put in the register to cover it. Once I’d popped the top against the counter, I settled back on top of it, getting back to balancing the books.
I heard a throat clearing from the doors about ten minutes later. The smell of cheeseburger and french fries wafted straight to my nose, making me groan quietly as my eyes fixed on Steve and then promptly lowered to the grease stained brown paper bag he held in his hands as he grinned at me, nodding to the glasses perched on my nose.
“Fuck.” I scrambled to take them off. Steve stepped into the gas station completely, walking towards me. A teasing gleam in his eyes as he shook his head. Stopping on the other side of the counter, in front of me. “You don’t have to do that, Jennie. I’ve seen you wearing glasses before, remember? The red framed ones you had in kindergarten.”
I cringed, laughing a little. Leaning in slightly. Gazing at him almost helplessly as the bits of conversation I’d overheard between him and Hank out in the garage earlier replaying in my head.
Remembering that tonight, if he asked me on a date yet again, I was going to say yes. And not just because of some silly dare given to me by Barb and Nancy. Because I couldn’t keep fighting Steve Harrington off the way I had been if I wanted to, to begin with.
I was leaning closer where I sat. It occurred to me when Steve chuckled quietly. Stepping between my legs, the way they dangled over the counter on his side. He sat the grease stained paper bag to the side and he bit his lip, gazing up at me.
“Your grandma told me to come and drag you out of here. She told me to tell you not to worry about waiting the tables, she’s trying to help Jonathan get some extra cash on the side. She also said don’t argue.” Steve flashed me another one of those charmer grins and I swallowed hard. My mouth opened and closed for a second or two because I just couldn’t think of anything clever to say. Weird, because normally, I have plenty to say. Constantly.
Out of habit, my fingers drifted up to the dainty cursive nameplate that hung on the silver chain around my neck. I toyed with the lettering as I pretended to mull it over, just to be slightly difficult.
So I could feel better about giving in when I inevitably did.
“C’mon, Jennie.” Steve pleaded. Eyes locked on mine. Gaze dropping briefly to my lips and lingering there just long enough that I could feel my breath when it caught in my throat.
I finally managed to get my mouth and brain working in tandem and licking my lips as I gazed at him, I muttered quietly, “It’s Jen.”
“Maybe I like Jennie better.” Steve leaned in just a little. A teasing gleam in his eye and a flirty tone to his voice as it dropped lower. Quieter.
And when Hank’s throat cleared from the door between the garage and the front of the building, I wanted to puddle into a pile of goo in the linoleum tile.
“Interruptin somethin, Jaybird?” he asked the question so casually.
Steve looked like a deer in headlights. He pulled away just a little and despite myself, I pouted.
Satisfied that he’d interrupted things between Steve and I, Hank smirked a little, dragging an oil stained hand over shaggy brown and gray hair. Gazing at us both. Giving Steve that universal gesture that clearly spelled out “I’m watching you, kid.” before going to a cooler to grab himself a six pack of beer, counting out the correct change in bills and coins and handing them to me.
I grabbed hold of Hank’s hand. “Nana is gonna have a fit. I know that’s not super glue I see holdin skin together, sir.”
“It is, Jaybird. Because if I don’t get that damned Chrysler off my lift, I’m gonna burn her to the ground.”
“Oh Hank.” I shook my head, clucking my tongue at him. Digging around for antiseptic and a bandage, holding it out to him expectantly as he withdrew his hand. He chuckled and shook his head. “It’ll be fine, kid.” he waved away the antiseptic and the bandage and made his way into the garage area again, making me shake my head.
Taking the time to pull myself together decently enough that I wasn’t a stammering mess when I glanced at Steve again.
“C’mon. Please?” he asked again.
I tapped my chin, pretending to think about it. Slipping off the counter. By this time, he’d stepped in close all over again, so me slipping off the counter had us body to body. His hand settled in the curve of my hip and I barely restrained a gasp.
“Okay. Alright. I’ll leave with you.”
He grinned brightly. Holding the door open for me after I clocked out and placed my timecard in the slot with my name on it. I ducked my head into the dining area and my Nana’s only response was to smirk and wink at me. Shooing me out of the diner.
“Get her outta my hair, kid!” my Nana smiled as she called out to Steve, who was standing right behind me. His hand at my lower back. The second I realized this, I could feel myself burning up all over. Just the simplest touch.. Felt comforting. Intimate. And me, being of dirty mind, well.. Me and my dirty mind, we took that and ran.
Jesus Christ, of all the times for my hormones to manifest, it’s now? When I’m trying to break 2 prior generations of questionable romantic choices? I wanted to shake my head at myself. I reminded myself calmly that just because my Nana and my mom did the things they did, that didn’t mean I had to cave in and repeat. I am my own person, after all. And apparently right now, that person is giddy with… Thoughts.
“Gladly, ma’am!” Steve called back, laughing.
He pushed open the door and we stepped outside. When he opened the passenger door, I sank down into the seat, leaning back against it a little. Steve wandered around to the driver side, getting into the car. Starting it.
“Where are you taking me?”
He chuckled. “ I think you’ll like it.”
“Steve.” I pouted, “A hint?”
“It’s outside.” was literally all he’d tell me.
“Well that really narrows it down.” I teased with a laugh.
He parked at this old park we all used to play at after school. Just as the sun was starting to go down.
We got out, wandering over to an old picnic table. Sitting on top of it, digging around in the bag for our food.
“So.. That dumb carnival is this weekend. Starts tomorrow night, I think.” Steve hinted after a few minutes. I nodded to where carnival workers were already setting up a midway a few feet away from us. Taking a bite of my burger, I mentioned casually, “I thought about going. But Nancy’s grounded again and Barb’s got that date with some guy Logan.”
“You could go with me.” Steve chuckled as he said it.
I smiled, taking another bite. “I could.”
“Would you?” he asked a few seconds later. Adding quickly, “Tonight isn’t a real date. Tomorrow. That would be.” flashing me that charmer smirk.
I nodded. Smiling as I spoke up. “ Yeah. I will. Hey… since I don’t have to go back to the diner…” before trailing off and gazing down at my legs . Reminding myself to have boundaries and restraint. But all the mental reminders in the world just weren’t cutting it. At all.
He reached out, curling his fingers beneath my chin. Making me look up at him. “What were you going to say, Jennie? You can tell me.” he coaxed. Biting his lip as he gazed at me intently.
“I was going to ask if you wanted to go swimming with me. There’s this little place out by my Nana’s out in the woods I go to swim…” I gave a soft laugh. I had to laugh at myself, it was pretty much all I could do.
Look at me. Going overboard.
“Yeah.” he nodded, smiling. We finished our food, and after, we wound up driving around a little. And about an hour later found us walking through the woods. Well, he was walking, glancing around warily, swatting at spider webs that he almost walked into a time or two and I had hold of his hand, practically dragging the poor guy.
We stepped out onto the sandy bank and he chuckled. Dragging his hand through his hair as he gazed down at me. “We don’t have suits or towels.” he mused, stepping closer to me. Staring me down all over again. I could feel my breath as it caught in my throat because if you want me to be honest?
I hadn’t thought this through properly. And was now freaking out silently. Just a little bit.
But I did my best to shove that out of my head and play it cool and calm. I went for turning it around on him, hoping to fluster him like his observation had flustered me just now.
“I know Mr. Lady Killer’s not worried about somebody seeing him in his Calvins.” I teased, sticking my tongue out at him. He chuckled. Going for his shirt, tugging it over his head. Letting it settle on a branch nearby without tearing his eyes off me for a single second as he did it.
“Did that look worried to you, Jennie?” he muttered, stepping closer. His hand at my hip as he gazed down at me. Waiting.
I cleared my throat, gesturing for him to turn around. He did, but as he did so, he joked that I was the one who was worried. Which to me, sounded like a challenge. So I tapped his shoulder so he’d turn around after lowering my shirt.
He eyed me, a brow raised.
“Challenging me, Steve?” I questioned, giving him an amused laugh as I reached down, tugging my shirt up and over my head. Letting it settle on the branch next to his polo shirt.
Steve sucked in a sharp breath and muttered something to himself, closing the distance between us. His hand settled on my hip again and he laughed quietly. Leaning down a little bit so that we were face to face, his forehead against mine and one of his hands cradling my face.
My heart was pounding. Hard and fast. So fast that I thought it might break out of my chest. I went to lick my own lips and my tongue brushed against his mouth. His fingers dug into my hip lightly and he muttered huskily, “ I see you still can’t turn down a dare, Jennie.” only half teasing. I shrugged, biting my lip as I gazed up at him. Trailing my fingers over his chest mostly just so I could ignore the way my hands were shaking and I was wet, getting wetter by the second. I glanced over my shoulder and nodded at the water. “If we’re going to swim, we should get in.”
Steve cleared his throat, nodding hastily. Stepping away, bending to tug off his sneakers and nearly tumbling over in the process. Making me giggle softly as I pulled off my boots. When my pocketknife and my mom’s old lighter fell out, he eyed me and then nodded to the items on the ground.
“A knife?”
“A girl’s gotta be prepared.” I shrugged it off. Steve tugged down his jeans and while I told myself I wasn’t going to peek or stare, I wound up failing at this miserably and got so distracted watching him that he was able to turn around my own words on me as soon as he kicked his jeans free at the ankle.
“If we’re going to swim, Jennie… we should get in.” he gave me a playful smirk as he said it, stepping closer all over again.
My hand shook as I lowered it to the button on my cut offs. As soon as I’d shed those, I took off for the water full speed. Nearly tripping on a stump in the hill leading down to the water. Steve’s arms shot out and he caught me, pulling me back upright. Pulling me hard enough that when he did, I found myself pressed against him completely.
He chuckled quietly, raising a hand. Pulling a leaf free from my hair.
“The water’s not going anywhere, Jennie.”
“I know.” I answered, my breath catching in my throat when our mouths brushed against each other’s just a little more with each word spoken. His fingers dug into my hip a little more and he took a shaky breath, asking the question quietly, “If I kissed you right now…”
My heart was hammering away in my chest but I managed to answer, “I dare you, Steve...No… I triple dare you.”. The hand he’d placed on my hip was tangled in the hair at the back of my head, pulling my mouth all the way against his mouth. His tongue swept out, outlining and then parting my lips. Massaging my tongue. Slow. Deep. Savoring the moment, even after we both clearly started to get light-headed from lack of actual oxygen. His hand moved up and down my body, settling on my lower back. Pulling me up to tiptoe slightly. The kiss broke long enough for both of us to properly breathe and then his mouth found mine again.
When it finally broke completely, Steve dragged the back of his hand over his mouth. Taking a few deep breaths. “Yeah.” he chuckled to himself.
I raised a brow. “Hm?”
“That was exactly how I thought it’d feel.” he mused, adding quietly, “Wow.”
My stomach churned and I tensed up a little. He chuckled, shaking his head. Placing his lips against my forehead. “It’s not a bad thing. Not at all. I mean.. It wasn’t for me?” he was the one who looked anxious now.
I muttered quietly, “ I definitely wouldn’t mind a repeat. A few repeats, actually, if I’m being honest.” while still quietly reeling from the intensity of it all. Melting myself against him, my fingers dancing slow over his chest. He sucked in a breath, catching hold of my hand. Tilting my chin so that I had to look up at him.
“You’re blushing.” Steve was teasing gently. Rolling his thumb over my bottom lip, leaving it quivering.
“I’m not!” I pretended to be offended by what he said, pouting a little. But I knew I was, I could feel my cheeks burning hot. I stepped away and turned my back, taking off at a run down the hill. Hitting the cool water with a loud and obnoxious splash. Steve dove in behind me, swimming over. Surfacing behind me and pressing against me from behind. I turned to face him and when he splashed me and dove out of the way, I sent up an obnoxious spray of water in his direction, making him yelp because he hadn’t been expecting it.
After about an hour of swimming around and walking the creek down further, we made our way back up to the bank, flopping onto the sand.
My restraint was well out the window by now. If I even thought for a second I was going to fight off the magnetic pull I felt to Steve, I was mistaken and I knew that now. I settled my head on his shoulder and he looped an arm around me, and we lounged around lazily, watching the sky get darker and darker.
Talking. A lot.
I realized that it had to be getting late and I sprang up, holding out my hand. Steve grabbed hold, pulling himself up. After we’d gotten redressed, we wandered up the hill and out of the woods, over to where he’d parked his car at the end of my nana’s driveway..
When he went to walk me up to my front door, we wound up body to body. My arms raised, settling around his neck. My back met the front door and he pulled me into another long and drawn out deep kiss that had us both breathless when it broke.
“Kind of don’t want tonight to end.” he admitted as he gazed down at me. I nodded, definitely agreeing. “Me either.” I admitted quietly, muttering the words against his lips. The porch light started to flicker like crazy and I smiled into the kiss, wiping my mouth as I finally managed to pull away.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Steve asked, reminding me that I’d agreed to go to the carnival in town with him. I smiled and nodded. Pausing in the doorway of my grandmother’s house to steal another quick kiss before finally making myself go inside.
I leaned against the door, pulling myself together and my Nana called out from the kitchen, “Well? How did it go, Jennie Bird?”
I wandered into the kitchen, sinking down in a chair at her kitchen table. Smirking at her as all I did to answer her endless stream of questions was to shrug.
“You’re no fun, girl. No fun at all. I wanted to hear juicy details.” my nana reached out, pulling a leaf from my wet hair, holding it at me, smirking as she did so. “Any reason you’re all wet and dazed, bringing half the forest up in my house?”
“We went for a swim down at the creek.”
“Mhm.” my nana teased, laughing softly. “I know you’ll use your head. God knows one of us Brown women needs to, neither me or your mama, god rest her, could ever manage it.” she nodded to the phone on the wall by the doorway. “Might wanna call Nan and Barb. They’ve been calling all afternoon, wondering where you were. They both told me tell you they wanted full details.”
“No listening from upstairs, Nana.” I teased as she shrugged. “Makin no promises, Jennie Bird. You know me. I’m a nosy old broad.”
I grabbed the phone and managed to make the cord stretch to the living room, where I sprawled out on the old couch, legs over the back, telling Nancy and then Barb everything that happened that afternoon.
At one point, while I was talking to Nancy, I smiled to myself when she went into a good ten minutes of gushing over Jonathan walking her home from the library earlier. And giving her a mixed tape.
To be fair, it’s about time he finally talked to her. I was beginning to wonder if I’d have to shove them both in a closet and walk away.
“So… how’d it go with you and Steve tonight?”
“So many sparks.” I gave a dreamy sigh as I spoke, making Nancy laugh. Toying with the necklace and smiling softly to myself as I continued, “ Between you and me? I needed the dip in the cold water…”
“You went swimming?”
“Mhm.” I answered, taking a deep breath. “He’s taking me to the carnival downtown tomorrow night.”
“Oh my god. Get out. Really?” Nancy laughed.
I rolled onto my stomach, twisting the phone cord around my fingertip. Laughing softly as I explained exactly what transpired when Steve showed up at the diner earlier. By the end of it, Nancy let out a low whistle. “He really sacrificed himself to Hank.”
“Mhm. Left me with no option but to say yes. We know how my nana’s boyfriend is. It takes… a brave one to even attempt that.”
“Confession… I may or may not be meeting Jonathan at the carnival tomorrow night too. And Barb mentioned earlier that she’s going to come to it after the movie ends over at the theater, with Logan.”
“Group date?” I asked, giving a giggle. Raking my fingers through my hair as I reached for the Diet Tab I’d gotten myself before grabbing the phone, taking a sip of it.
“Yes. Group date indeed.” Nancy answered. I could hear her mother yelling at her to hang up, and I let her go, calling Barb.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, you are not going to believe what happened to me this afternoon, Barb.”
“Your nana told us you left with Steve earlier. How’d that go?” Barb asked in a teasing tone. “I told you he liked you, you realize this, right?” she added.
“All I’m saying is I needed that swim to cool me down. I needed it badly.” I giggled. Agreeing reluctantly when she reminded me that she’d been telling me he liked me all month long. I rolled onto my back, twisting the cord around my fingers again. “Hey, are you and Logan gonna stop by the carnival after your movie?”
“Yeah! Did Nancy tell you? I told her to tell you so we could all meet up or something.”
“I am dying for funnel cake. And maybe getting stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel like some cliche romance novel…” I muttered, giving a soft laugh at the end.
“Aww how cute!” Barb teased.
I took a few more sips of my diet Tab and smiled to myself. Excited about tomorrow night. Barb spoke up again, “Wait… you said you and Steve went swimming…”
“We did.”
“What was that like?”
“Oh, it was interesting. Very,very interesting.”
“You’re no fun girl!” my Nana’s voice cut through the call and I groaned inwardly, lowering the phone to call up the stairs to my Nana in her room, “Seriously?”
Barb was laughing. After my nana hung up, we talked a little more and I told her about Steve going out to the garage. WIth all the tools. And my nana’s boyfriend Hank… to ask him if he could take me on a date.
“He did? And he’s alive? How?”
“I don’t know, actually. Hank’s always giving him shit when he comes into the diner, I did not see it going the way it did. But.. I’m glad it did. Ah, I had such a good time tonight.”
“He’d better be good to you or I’m coming for his knee caps.” Barb teased, going quiet for a few seconds. Her mom must have come to her door to tell her she needed to use the phone, because she had to get off. After I ended the call with her, I wandered up to my room, falling across my bed.
What.A.Night.
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TEXTS | SEBLAINE
Let’s Restart; March 5 - 7, 2021
( Before & after the first time )
( @blaineandersonsub )
March 5, 2021
Blaine Anderson
Um, hi Sir. I made you jambon beurre and coffee this morning, to hopefully help with the hangover. Could we meet before first class? Maybe in the parking lot? Or... we could do somewhere hidden if you'd prefer that.
Sebastian Smythe
I'll be in the gray BMW parked in the back corner of the parking lot. Meet me there before class.
Blaine Anderson
Yeah, okay. Will do, Sir.
Sebastian Smythe
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Blaine Anderson
Sir? Are you still awake?
Sebastian Smythe
Yes. Are you okay?
Blaine Anderson
Yes, Sir. I just can't sleep. Are you okay?
Sebastian Smythe
Why wouldn't I be?
Blaine Anderson
I just wanted to make sure, since we're both up late. Can you call me sweetheart pl Can you sing to me? Even if just a voice clip, Sir?
Sebastian Smythe
I'm as fine as I always am.
[ VOICE MESSAGE ]: ⏯️All I wanna do, is come running home to you... come running home to you...
Blaine Anderson
Told you. Chills. Your voice is beautiful, Sir.
I know what it's like, and I am here for you because of that. For anything you need. Could we make plans? Maybe off campus, to keep people from seeing. Like, lunch or something one day next week? Or, maybe this weekend if you have the time?
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March 6, 2021
Sebastian Smythe
You don't have to do that.
Blaine Anderson
But... maybe I want to, Sir.
I'm sorry for being so impulsive and... returning what happened. It won't happen again. But I do care for you.
Sebastian Smythe
What are you talking about, sweetheart?
Blaine Anderson
I missed you calling me that so bad oh my god I'm not sure which part you mean, so I'll just clarify all of it. I'm sorry for kissing you back, but I like you. A lot. So I don't mind chilling out and just... give you someone safe to talk to when you need it, Sir. I'd still like to scene with you sometimes, and hang out if you want though.
Sebastian Smythe
You don't have to apologize for that.
And if I want more from you? Just tell me when you want to have lunch and I'll make myself available.
Blaine Anderson
I feel like I need to, because... you just stopped talking to me. I missed you, and I don't want it to happen again. Does Monday or Tuesday lunch sound okay?
Sebastian Smythe
None of that was on you. It was all on me.
Let's do Monday.
Blaine Anderson
Would you be upset if it happened again?
Monday, cool. I can do that. Can I hug you when we're not on campus?
Sebastian Smythe
Yes.
Blaine Anderson
Okay. Prepare for a big one. 🙂
Sebastian Smythe
Will do, sweetheart.
Blaine Anderson
I'm gonna go jump back in the ocean, but... thank you. For talking to me again. I hope you have a good day, Sir.
Sebastian Smythe
Have fun.
Blaine Anderson
Is your sweet tooth still in tact, Sir?
Sebastian Smythe
Are you baking again?
Blaine Anderson
Maybe. 😬 I blame Pinterest.
You can't just show a guy oreo brownie pizza at 1am and not expect him to make it.
Sebastian Smythe
What are you doing up so late, sweetheart?
Blaine Anderson
I couldn't sleep Training to beat Gordon Ramsay in a cookoff one day. 😁 What about you, Sir?
Wait, this is baking. Make that Buddy Valastro.
Sebastian Smythe
Is that right? I actually know who Gordon Ramsay is, I have never heard of this Buddy Valastro.
I just couldn't sleep. But I think that's okay, it's the weekend. Plus I'm halfway into this bottle of cognac.
Blaine Anderson
I thought you said you know Gordon Ramsay for a second and... well, that would make your fancy private jet seem boring in comparison. I want to meet him one day and find out what qualifies someone to be a "donut." Have you really never seen Cake Boss before, Sir? We need to fix that. He makes all kinds of crazy cakes. Like dragons, and giant castles. It's actually kind of crazy. He owns a bakery in New Jersey.
Are you okay, Sir? Do you need anything? Or, maybe to let anything out?
Sebastian Smythe
You're rambling, sweetheart. I'm fine.
Blaine Anderson
Oh. Sorry. I got a little too excited, I think. I still like it. When you call me sweetheart. Well, Sir, I guess I'm just worried. That's a lot of alcohol content. I wish you lived on campus so I could hug y
Sebastian Smythe
You don't need to apologize. I already told you how adorable I think it is. I have a high alcohol tolerance, it's really not as much as it sounds.
Though it is horrible for my filter.
Blaine Anderson
Oh. Sure. Right. Adorable. Got it. That's me. Adorable. 😎👉👉 What do you think qualifies someone to be a donut? Horrible for your filter, and for your liver. Can I ask you something?
Sebastian Smythe
I'm sorry, I have no idea what qualifies someone to be a donut.
Blaine Anderson
That's okay. I guess the more important question is... what was it like for you? The kiss. The piano one.
Sebastian Smythe
That's a dangerous topic.
[...]
Why? What was it like for you?
Blaine Anderson
No, I know I just I still think about it, a lot. It didn't feel like just a kiss. To me, at least. But I guess I'm a little biased. I just wanted to see if maybe... you felt it too. It was dumb. Sorry.
Sebastian Smythe
[...]
Why do you think I reacted the way I did? Walking out and ignoring you?
[...]
It was too much.
Blaine Anderson
I just thought it was because we went to the same school, or maybe because of Queen Max. I had no idea you felt it too. Too much by who's standards?
Sebastian Smythe
What does Max have to do with this?
Too much by my standards. I can't afford to feel like this.
[...]
Now I've said to much.
Blaine Anderson
Just that we scene together, and she's a friend of mine. I wouldn't ever say anything just to reiterate, but... I thought that was why you left. I guess I was wrong.
For me?
Like... for guys?
It's okay, Sir. I swore I wouldn't talk to anyone, and I stand by that. But I also don't want to make you uncomfortable.
Sebastian Smythe
No, I left because you made me feel something I never felt before it wasn't that.
I'm not uncomfortable. I'm just not accustomed to sharing these thoughts with anyone but Frannie.
Blaine Anderson
Well, at least we know we were on the same page with how the kiss felt. I won't... ask for exclusivity, but... I'd like to do it again sometime. If you want. I want to. But... you know, if you wanted to.
For steam reasons.
I understand. But... I am here for you, Sir. Both of you, even. If the need ever arose. Closeting is... awful, and I just wish you didn't have to go through it.
Sebastian Smythe
You don't want to know what I want to do to you, sweetheart.
I don't want to talk about that anymore.
Blaine Anderson
Oh Well... what if I do, Sir?
That's okay, we don't have to. Consider it dropped, Sir. 🙂
Sebastian Smythe
Before or after I put you on your knees?
Good boy.
Blaine Anderson
Sir. Both? Please?
Sebastian Smythe
Are you whining already, sweetheart? I haven’t even started yet.
Blaine Anderson
Maybe if you started, I wouldn't have to whine 😇 you try going a month and a half withou
Sebastian Smythe
Well after I kiss you until you’re lips are swollen and tease relentlessly, I would gag that sassy mouth of yours. Make you strip and kneel and just admire you for a little bit.
Should I keep going?
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March 7, 2021
Blaine Anderson
Oh God I... yes, Sir. Please. Please keep going.
Sebastian Smythe
Then I would replace the gag with my cock. Fuck your mouth and choke you with it until you cry.
Blaine Anderson
I'm free tonight? 🙂 please get me off campus Sir I
Sebastian Smythe
Are you sure?
Blaine Anderson
Yeah. I have dinner with my family at 5 but right after that I'm free. I want to see you.
Sebastian Smythe
I can meet you at your dorm at 7pm.
Blaine Anderson
Sounds good, Sir. Thank you.
I don't want to wear these uniforms. I'm not even sure Carter and Princess get the blue ones? I have to see. I don't want any status symbols. And now my friend is getting punished and I just... God.
Sebastian Smythe
I was born in bred in uniforms, so I suppose they don't bother me too much. It's just an outer layer. But why don't you breathe for me sweetheart. Stop whatever you're doing, and take five seconds to just breathe.
Blaine Anderson
Yes, Sir.
[...]
I... okay. Thank you. I forgot, you're super fancy. I guess I just need you here. And I'm happy you're coming later. Looks like we get that hug sooner than tomorrow. Would you be okay to stay and cuddle for a while? I'll give you oreo pizza in exchange?
Sebastian Smythe
You don't have to give me anything in exchange.
Blaine Anderson
If you're sure. I also kind of want to delve into what we talked about earlier, if that's something you'd want, Sir. Kind of wanting you to be the first person to make me cry and choke while I'm here.
Sebastian Smythe
What if I want to be the only person to do that to you? Fuck. I want it, yes.
Blaine Anderson
I can't wait, Sir. You're going to look even more handsome from my place on the floor.
Sebastian Smythe
Do you have any idea how your words are affecting me right now?
Blaine Anderson
Maybe just a little? 😊and I haven't even really tried yet, Sir.
Sebastian Smythe
We're going to chalk it off to weeks of build up.
Blaine Anderson
That's fair. I can't wait to end the dry spell for you, Sir. If you think that's bad, try a little over two months.
Sebastian Smythe
Well I haven't exactly had a dry spell, I meant more in regards to a build up with you.
Blaine Anderson
Oh. Oh. Well... that's awesome. Good. So, other people know about you then? Let's pretend I said "Blaine Dry Spell" then. Either way, I really can't wait for tonight.
Sebastian Smythe
Do other people know that I fuck men? Yes. Do they know that I'm in the closet and in a sham of a claim/engagement? No.
Blaine Anderson
Ahhh got it. So, what I'm hearing is... I'm special? 😊 Also if you hold off on eating dinner tonight, we could eat together? Have you ever had Filipino food?
Sebastian Smythe
It's possible.
Is that like Mexican food?
Blaine Anderson
I dunno, do you like unseasoned food, Sir?
🙂
Sebastian Smythe
Um... no?
Blaine Anderson
There you go. ❤️
They're two completely different places.
Just come try it. You'll like it. ❤️
Sebastian Smythe
Okay. I'll try it. I'm leaving my place now, is your place cleared out?
Blaine Anderson
Yes, Sir! It is. I can't wait to see you. I'll leave the door unlocked.
Sebastian Smythe
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[ Fantasies Come True ]
Blaine Anderson
That was fun, Sir. I wouldn't mind doing it again sometime. 😊
Sebastian Smythe
I'm sorry I couldn't stay the night. I wanted to.
Blaine Anderson
I wanted you to too, Sir. I almost fell asleep on your chest like five times. Just my luck everything gets revealed when I can't even fall asleep with you.
Your chest is comfortable.
Sebastian Smythe
I know. We'll be able to fall asleep together one day soon.
Blaine Anderson
Just a few more weeks. You make it home okay?
Sebastian Smythe
Yeah, and it smells like bleach. I think Frannie stress cleaned.
Blaine Anderson
Is she doing okay, Sir?
Sebastian Smythe
She must be stressed about her father having a hand in this.
Blaine Anderson
I heard about that, actually. Why can't he just leave them alone?
Sebastian Smythe
Because he's an egotistical narcissist? I wish there was something I could do.
Blaine Anderson
You're a really good person, Sir. I hope you know that. The fact that you wish you could says a lot.
But you should also know that... he's unfortunately a miserable, terrible person. Unfortunately. So just... don't be hard on yourself, if you are. Please?
Sebastian Smythe
No one likes Russell, that doesn't make me a good person.
I'm not being hard on myself, I promise.
Blaine Anderson
That's true. But you want to help Miss Frannie. That's what makes you a good person. You're a good person for the people you care about, but still a good person.
Yes, Sir. Good. I don't want you to.
Sebastian Smythe
I suppose I just have to take your word for it, hm?
Are you still wearing my hoodie?
Blaine Anderson
You will. 🙂 because it's true.
I haven't taken it off. I like how big it is.
Sebastian Smythe
It looks good on you, sweetheart. So fucking good.
Blaine Anderson
You think? Good, because it's mine now. 😁
Still smells like your cologne and everything. I love it.
Sebastian Smythe
Is that right? And if I wanted it back? It's a very comfortable sweater.
Blaine Anderson
🥺🥺🥺
Sebastian Smythe
That's not fair for you to use against me, sweetheart.
Blaine Anderson
Well, what if I used them while on my knees for you? Does that sweeten the deal at all? 😁
Sebastian Smythe
That will only make me want to rip it off of you even more.
Blaine Anderson
Holy hell As hot as that sounds, I like it too much to knowingly get it ripped. Is there any way I can keep it, Sir? 🥺 I'll give you one of mine? It might fit, but even if not... you could put it on a pillow?
Sebastian Smythe
I suppose the image of you wearing it is far better than actually having it. Though now that you mentioned it, I would like a shirt of yours. For my pillow.
Blaine Anderson
Does that mean I can keep it, Sir? Perfect. I'll give it to you when we meet for lunch tomorrow. I'll give you one of the ones I wear most often.
Sebastian Smythe
Yes, as far as I'm concerned, it's yours. I would like that very much.
#blaine#texts: blaine#text: let's restart#texts: blaine3#( the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you )
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An Alicorn(get it? get it???) fic because im self indulgent
I just wanted to write about Corren and @jazznet‘s Alistair(GET IT? ALISTAIR AND CORREN- ALI COR-N? pls laugh im beg) bonding and stuff, so like... I did. I lov them a lot so have nearly 4k words of them snarking at each other
Word Count: 3,853
Content warnings: swearing, off-screen character with unnamed severe illness, implied toxic familial situation, mentions of death
“Ah, well, can’t say this is the deadliest situation I’ve been in!”
“Speak for yourself, dipshit!” Corren yelled, tugging Alistair’s wrist harder as they weaved through the trees of the forest, nearly tripping over thick tree roots and dense shrubbery “Is it still tailing us?!”
Alistair glanced behind them for only a moment, and lo and behold, there was a massive dragon flying just above the treetops, eyes fixed on the two F.U.C.K.s “… You got any teleporting spells left?”
“You think I wouldn’t have cast one if I did?!” The Marelienth yelled, panic spiked way too much to bother acting nice. If he had any 4th-level spell slots left, he could easily teleport the both of them a good 800 feet away from the situation, but of course he wasted them all earlier in the fight.
“Well, at least we know everyone else is safe!” Alistair chirped, sarcasm in his tone to combat the adrenaline as they both ran for their lives.
“Yeah, good for them, let’s maybe not get killed ourselves before we celebrate!” He tugged on the human’s wrist to get them going once more. Maybe if he could get under enough tree cover, they could get out of sight and the dragon won’t notice them… Corren cast a brief look over his shoulder-
Oh.
Oh no.
The dragon was still right behind them, only rather than just chasing them down, they began to suck in the energy around them, a bright fireball forming in its mouth as it prepared a breath attack.
Oh, fuck.
His gaze quickly fell to Alistair, sizing up his wounds. Normally their leader had enough health to survive some of the heavier hits, but he was already looking roughed up from before. Oh no… he might not instantly get killed if hit, but he’ll definitely get knocked out, and leaving him half-dead with a dragon probably won’t end well.
Corren, though, knew he himself was going to die instantly if hit. And death doesn’t sound very good right now. He’ll take a hard pass. But without the ability to teleport…
Wait. He didn’t waste all of his lower-level magic yet. Maybe he could…
Oh, fuck it.
With a quick wave of his hand, he summoned a rope that seemed to come down from a blank space in the sky, almost as if leading up into nothing, and ending about 10 feet above them. He gave it a quick test tug before handing it to Alistair. “Climb.”
“What is-”
“NO TIME, JUST CLIMB.” He barked, nearly shoving the human to climb the rope, satisfied once he did so and quickly following suit, the heat of flames brushing by his ankles as they both disappeared from the area.
… Corren allowed himself to breathe as he climbed up and fully into the small wooden structure he made, quickly shutting the small trap door he came in through. “That… was way too close for comfort.”
“Uh.” Alistair still seemed panicked, though Corren took ease knowing he was safe in this space. “What-?!”
“Chillax, it’s a spell I know.” He waved a dismissive hand, taking a seat against the nearest wall to rest. With the adrenaline finally passing, all he felt was exhaustion overtaking. “It’s called ‘rope trick’. We can camp out here for a while, and hopefully when we leave again, the dragon won’t be there anymore.”
“I… oh.” Alistair blinked, his own panic seeming to now die down in their temporary safety. Alistair was a pretty competent spellcaster, so Corren knew he wouldn’t have to explain too much detail for his leader to get the gist of what he was doing.
The human looked around, fully absorbing their surroundings now that he had the time to do so. They were in a small wooden room, the “trap door” being the only exit. Two windows lined the walls, looking out into an expanse of forest. Though, unlike the warm, deciduous forest they were fleeing in moments ago, this forest seemed to be made of pine and mountainous trees, air much cooler and less humid than where they were before. Small bookshelves and chairs made most of the furniture in the room, little drawings and maps tacked to the walls, it was almost like… “Are- Are we in a treehouse?”
“Mhm! … Well, technically no.” Corren pulled a book from one of the shelves, absentmindedly flipping through its pages as he explained “We’re in a demiplane right now. We can’t leave this room, except to exit back to where we came from, so don’t bother trying to climb out a window.” He snorted a bit, remembering the time he attempted to, only to be smacked in the face by the planar equivalent of a brick wall. “I can choose how this looks, though, so I wanted it to look like this.”
Alistair cocked an eyebrow, amusement flashing over his expression beneath the shock “… You do not strike me as the treehouse type.”
“I’m not! Well, not anymore, I guess.” He shrugged, trying to wave off the embarrassed blush he felt creeping on his face at opening up about his… I guess this would be his more vulnerable side. “I uh… I had one just like this when I was a kid. It’s... I don’t know.” He cast a look down to the book in his hands, smiling fondly as he caressed his fingers over the page “It’s kind of comforting, I guess.”
Alistair stood there a minute, seeming to almost study the situation… then walked over, sitting by the Marelienth’s side. “Well, guess we have some time to kill. Got anything good in there?” He grinned, motioning to the bookshelf nearest to them.
Corren laughed a bit- surprised that he caught himself laughing, actually- and set his own book aside “I wouldn’t pick from that shelf, actually. It’s more children’s books than anything than else.”
Alistair smirked “Weren’t you just reading one from that shelf?”
“I was flipping through it for the nostalgia, dipshit.” Corren glared… though they both knew that his annoyance was completely surface level. He quickly rolled his eyes, standing up stepping over to another shelf to browse through the books he stored there. “Hang on, I’ll find something.”
What would Alistair’s tastes be? … He’d probably be more like Julian than Mila, so he’ll browse Julian’s old books. He clicked his tongue, running a finger over each book’s spine, scanning their titles. Would Al be a fiction or a non-fiction type…? … Hm. He paused on one book, hesitant for a moment, but decided it might be an interesting read for the Weathervane.
Alistair blinked in surprise when the book was dropped on his lap, taking it in his hands and reading the title out of curiosity “’History of Spellcasting in Marelienth Society’?”
Corren shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought you might find it interesting, since you’re magical, but it’s also something you probably don’t already know.”
Alistair hummed in response, flipping through a few pages to get a sense of what he was reading. “… Could use more pictures.”
“Oh my gods.” Corren pinched the bridge of his nose “I should have let you pick from the children’s shelf.”
They both laughed as Corren sat by his side once more, unable to help the smug grin as he saw Alistair’s attention quickly shift back to the book, finding a section and quickly latching onto it. He watched the human’s eye scan the page with fervor, absorbing whatever he could in the limited time they had.
Corren couldn’t help the way his smile went from smug to something softer. The way Alistair acted, how he was so passionate about all he did and all he was interested in, the way he loved what he did so effortlessly… Despite any fears and anxieties that weighed him down, he always found a way to trudge forward. It was all-to-familiar to Corren, though it was something he hadn’t witnessed in years. It was… almost uncanny how much Alistair reminded him of…
“Julian!!!” Corren yelled, slamming the door to their treehouse open and giving an angry gasp at the Marelienth inside. “I knew you were in here still!”
The older Marelienth gave a small wave, but didn’t pry his eyes away from his book “Just give me five minutes, I’m almost done this chapter!”
“You said the same thing half an hour ago!!!”
“… I started a new chapter since then.”
Corren groaned loudly, fully climbing into the treehouse and crawling over to his older brother, flopping against his side dramatically “I’m boooooored!!!”
Julian just laughed, finally defeated by the child’s antics, and set his book aside, using just one arm to scoop Corren up as he got to his feet. Julian was still somewhat young, not fully grown into adulthood yet, but still stood a good 6 feet tall. Corren, on the other hand, was still a child, and was very small compared to his brother. “Alright, alright, you drama queen. I need to pick up supplies for tomorrow’s run anyways, so you can come along.”
Corren didn’t seem to mind being carried one-handedly, just swaying his legs happily “Yay~!”
The two brothers left their treehouse, walking past their home and onto the streets of their town of Warrencrest. The forest surrounding their town left a scent of pine in the air, accompanied by a hint of frost to signify the changing of the seasons. Corren was set down at this point, and settled for keeping up a quick pace to match Julian’s longer strides. He held onto his brother’s hand, though, which made sure he didn’t get left behind or lost by chasing some distraction.
With his brother leading them along, Corren let his eyes wander over their town as they walked through it. Warrencrest was a mostly Marelienth-occupied town, and it was pretty rare to see other races around their home. Everyone seemed to keep to themselves, always focused on studying time and magic and all sorts of other things that Corren ‘wasn’t mature enough to understand yet’. He felt like he was living in a bubble sometimes- it was like his siblings were the only ones who wanted to talk to him… about anything other than academics, at least. Though, that really only bothered him so much. I mean, he had 2 best friends, and he just happened to be related to them! It only sucked when they would go on short quests for some extra gold and Corren had to stay home and wait for them to come back.
Speaking of quests… “What’s the job you’re doing this time?”
“Hm? Oh, uh, let me check.” Julian used a free hand to reach into his pocket, pulling a sheet of paper out and unfolding it. It was a help wanted ad, easy to find on job boards outside of stores or taverns. He read over the terms, eyes scanning the details before he sighed and shoved the job offer back in his pockets “Just a delivery run. Apparently the passage to get to this other town is pretty rough on the terrain, and the Client’s getting up there in years, so he figured it’d be a safer bet to pay someone else to do it.”
Corren pouted, disappointed at the terms “Awww, no fighting a big scary monster or anything?”
Julian snorted, caught off-guard by the sheer absurd innocence of such a question “No, no scary monsters. Sorry to be the one to break it to you, little buddy, but questing isn’t always this grand adventure. Sometimes it’s boring, but at least you get paid… like a job!”
“Ew.” The younger Marelienth stuck his tongue out. Adventuring being boring like a job??? Gross. Though that could probably mean… Corren suddenly perked up “Oh! So if it’s not dangerous, can I come with you?”
“Uh, I don’t know…” Julian sighed, scratching his cheek “Like I said: it’s rough terrain. The last thing I’d want is for you to trip and fall down a cliff and become a Corren-Pancake.” Despite the lighthearted joking, he cringed a bit “Uh, yeah, Dad would definitely kill me if I brought you home as a skeleton instead of a Marelienth. Besides, I’ll need you to stay home and take care of our big sis while I’m gone!”
Corren frowned, tilting his head a little “She’s not going with you either?”
“Uh… no.” The lighthearted air he had around him before quickly dissipated, and he squeezed Corren’s hand a little bit “Mila’s still sick, so I don’t think she’ll be able to go questing for a while…”
How sick was she? Usually whenever Corren got sick, he’d be fine after just a couple of days, but Mila’s been stuck at home for nearly 2 weeks now! “… She’s gonna get better, right?”
Julian hesitated, only for a moment, but if Corren were older he would’ve known exactly what that hesitation meant. Instead, he was met with a reassuring smile and a pat to the head “Of course she’s gonna get better. This is our big sis we’re talking about, it takes more than just a little cold to knock a Hartwell down!”
Corren just giggled, content with the answer he got “Yeah, you’re right, but I’m gonna be the best protector until then! I know magics now!”
“That so?” Julian quickly let the lighthearted air roll back in, grateful for his brother’s naivety. “Well, show me something, then!”
Corren just grinned, letting go of his hand to run over to the side of the street, picking up a small rock and trotting back over to him. With a small wave of his hand, the rock suddenly became illuminated, giving off light like a torch.
“That’s ‘Light’, isn’t it?” Julian smiled, impressed by that small spell he was able to cast “Well look at you, learning neat Cantrips! Next thing you know, you’re gonna be the most powerful spellcaster in all of Sekrezia!”
“You know it!” Corren ate up the praise, dropping the rock and putting his hands on his hips in a prideful pose before going back to walking by Julian’s side “You know, I’m gonna be a great adventurer one day.”
“Is that so?” He suddenly grabbed Corren, hoisting him up and over his head in order to perch him on his shoulders and carry the smaller Marelienth that way “You’re going to be a hero and explore the world?”
“Yeah!!!” Corren grinned, not even blinking to the idea of riding on Julian’s shoulders. It made him feel tall! “I’m gonna team up with a bunch of other cool adventurers, and we’re going to save the world from all sorts of eeeevil monsters! And I’ll be super cool and know all sorts of neat spells!” He pushed his glasses back into place after they slipped down his nose a bit “I’ll go down in legends, and everyone’s going to think I’m super cool! ‘Corren Hartwell, the bestest adventurer of all time’!”
“’Bestest’?” Julian parroted, unable to keep in a small fit of laughter at just how pure that was “Alright, well when you’re rich and famous, can I get some of the gold you earn?”
He huffed, bapping his brother on the forehead “No way, stink-face, that’s my hard-earned gold, you can make your own!”
“Alright, alright, can’t blame your poor feeble brother for trying.” He joked, rolling his eyes fondly as they made it to their town’s main market square. “… You’ve got that spark, Corr. I feel like if you really worked at it, you could be a really cool mage. … Almost as cool as me.”
“Almost?!” He squeaked, pouting at the way his brother got such a laugh out of that.
Well, he hasn’t exactly saved the world or gone down in legends, but…
“Corren?” Alistair snapped his fingers in front of the Marelienth to catch his attention, snapping Corren out of his daze “Hey, you still with me?”
“Huh?” He blinked once or twice, pulling himself back to present day to focus his attention on the human “What’s up?”
“It looked like you were spacing out on me, you good?”
“Oh. Yeah, I’m okay.” He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, not realizing just how long he was getting lost in old memories for. “Sorry, just reminiscing.”
Alistair nodded, going back to his book for a few moments… then cast a gaze back at Corren. “Why’d you leave?”
Corren went stiff, not expecting such a personal question out of the blue like that. “… What do you mean?”
He cast a look around the room again, noting all of the makeshift maps of nearby areas and crude drawings that lined the walls “It just… seems like you had a pretty good childhood. And this definitely isn’t anywhere near Lilenthemar. So why’d you leave?”
Ah. Corren knew he’d have this conversation sooner or later, but he still didn’t know how to talk about… everything that happened. How could you put what happened into words? He knows that if he’s to stay with the group, he’ll probably have to come clean about everything sooner or later, but… well, he’ll put off that conversation as long as he can. “… You’re right, I did have a pretty good childhood. Things were never perfect, but… I was happy.”
Corren ran a hand along the wood that made the walls. The actual treehouse he grew up in was long gone; wood rotted and the tree toppled, but in this demiplane, it was like his old hangout was preserved in time. … If anything, that only upset him more, knowing that everything around him was just a projection of what used to be, a childhood and innocence he could never get back. “… I’m sure you’d know this better than I ever would, but good things… have a tendency not to last.” He took a deep breath, swallowing his fears and letting himself open the fuck up for once. “After some things went wrong, I wasn’t happy here anymore… and after some more things went wrong, I didn’t even feel safe here. So, I left. I wasn’t even planning on staying in Lilenthemar, but I just so happened to meet Jethro and… well. You can’t exactly say no to a job offer from a man like him.”
Alistair snorted, fond memories of how they met Corren through their shared connection with Jericho’s father… and how they practically broke the poor Marelienth with their shenanigans. That fondness quickly faded, though, in favor of the sympathetic frown he cast to his teammate “… I’m sorry, about everything that happened. You didn’t deserve to feel unsafe in your own home.”
“Yeah…” Corren sighed, folding his arms and avoiding eye contact like the plague. He still wasn’t used to weird and intimate moments like this. “You’re right, I didn’t deserve that, but… hey, sometimes bad things just… happen. And I mean… I’m not really that sorry about it.”
“You’re not?”
The Marelienth shook his head “I mean, it sucked, don’t get me wrong about that, but. If I never ran away, I never would’ve met Jethro or Raerose. And if I never worked for Jethro, I never would’ve met- or eventually teamed up with- all of you, so…” He shrugged, a small smile tugging at his expression “I’d say it wasn’t all bad.”
Alistair just returned the smile, giving Corren a light punch on the arm “So you do love us and our antics~”
He rolled his eyes, grateful to have the tense and vulnerable moment passing for their usual snark “Oh live it up, weather boy. Just be grateful I keep sending your love messages to your boyfriend free of charge.”
“We love you too, Corren.”
He snorted, punching the human back “That’s it, I’ve had enough of your bullshit feelsy mush. That dragon’s probably gone by now, and we should regroup with the rest of the F.U.C.K.s.”
“Aw, can’t we wait just five more minutes?” Alistair pouted, motioning to the book he was given earlier “I’m almost done this chapter!”
Corren blinked incredulously, not believing his ears for a minute. He really just… “Holy shit. You are the same goddamn person.”
That caught Alistair off guard as he suddenly looked at Corren like he had two heads “… Who’s the same?”
“Uh-” He shook his head, embarrassed that he actually said that out loud “Nothing, don’t worry about it.” … Maybe a quick subject change would help, “Well, we could stay here a while longer… but the group might start thinking we’re dead. I mean, unless you want Lautrek to be appointed the new leader in your absence…”
Alistair quickly shut the book, panic setting on his expression “Uh, you know what? Maybe we should head back now. Don’t want to scare the others, haha!”
Corren just smirked. It was too easy sometimes. He opened the door back to the Material Plane, letting Alistair exit before Corren followed suit.
They landed right where they left, only the forest around them was charred completely, some branches and trunks still in flames from the fiery breath attack they barely avoided. The good news, though, was that the dragon was nowhere in sight, so they were safe for the time being.
“Wow.” Alistair remarked, scuffing his boot along the dead grass beneath them “We totally would’ve died if we got hit by that.”
“Oh yes.” Corren nodded in agreement, stretching his back lazily “I would’ve died in an instant, but you? Probably would’ve been a long, agonizing death. You would’ve wished you had low health like me. Like your blood would start to-”
“Ooookay kid, I know you’re a little bit Necromancer, but I need you to dial it down on going into detail over how I would burn to death.” Alistair patted Corren on the back, putting just enough force behind his hits for the Marelienth to get the not-so-passive aggressive message… But then a swift look of fear fell over his expression “Uh, Corren?”
“Yeah?”
“So that dragon was chasing us, so we knew our teammates would be safe?”
“Uh… yes?” He raised an eyebrow, unsure of where Alistair was going with this.
“And if we chose to hide so the dragon would eventually leave…”
Oh no. Corren was starting to get an idea where he was going with this.
“… What’s to say that Dragon didn’t go back to attacking everyone else after we disappeared?” Alistair slowly turned to share that look of horrified realization with the other.
… Oh, fuck.
“I don’t think we thought this through.” Alistair quickly readied his Halberd, looking back to where they came from.
“Thought this through?! I saved our lives!” Corren huffed, pulling out the sniper that was strapped to his back. “Guess we gotta save a few more, greeaat!”
Alistair smirked a little, pulling a health potion from his pocket and quickly chugging it down. “So, starting to regret crossing paths and joining us yet~?”
He scoffed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face “Aw, cute. Don’t think you’re getting rid of me that easily, Stormcrown.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Hartwell.”
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Unfaithful
Request: can you pls write a dean shot when he thinks reader have cheated on him and lose it and when Sam and reader come back at the bunker find the library the library broken and he go insane with her and even slap her and Sammy have to take her to Jody and dean tell her he hate her and that don’t want to see her again knowing that someone touch her because D was the guy she lost virginity, a heartbroken mess reader, vomiting, angst, fluff, smut Claire and Sammy protects reader when dean go to jody? Sad D
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody Mills, Alex Jordan, Claire Novak
Warnings: language, angst, violence, pregnant reader, heartbreak, break-up, mentions of cheating, protective Sam/Claire, possessive/angry Dean, vomiting, tears, blood (a bit), fluff, smut, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving)
“Do you think he will like the surprise?” You ask Sam when you enter the bunker with your best friend.
“I hope so. Why did you tell me first?”
“I was nervous and a bit scared. I need to …” Stopping in your tracks you look around the library. The chairs and the table are broken the lamps lie shattered on the floor. Your laptop and the books are destroyed too.
Grabbing the gun out of his waistband Sam shoves you behind his back.
“What happened? The bunker should be safe.” You whisper when you hear someone getting closer to Sam and you.
“Dean? Thank god!” You sigh relieved.
Running toward your boyfriend but he pushes you away. What happened here, Dean? We were only two hours away.” You ask softly.
“You happened!” Dean yells and you flinch.
“What do you mean?”
“Do I have to spell it, whore? I know! I know that you are cheating on me! I know everything! I found the underwear you never wore for me. I found your messages!”
“Messages? I don’t understand a single word! I bought the underwear to surprise you for your birthday. I got no clue which messages you mean!”
“The ones you sent to Sam! What did you write? ‘Do you think I should tell him about the secret?’ and ‘I hope he won’t be too disappointed.’ The best one ‘Love you, Sammy.’ With a lot of hearts and xo’s!”
“Dean you got it all wrong! I’m not cheating on you! I would never cheat on you Baby!” You say. When you try to stroke his cheek, Dean slaps your face and Sam steps in.
Shoving you behind his back he towers over his brother. Puffing his chest, he stares down at Dean.
“She’s not cheating on you. Calm down. We can explain the messages. Let us…”
“I read enough! I know she’s cheating on me! That slut will leave the bunker, now! I hate you! I could vomit at the thought someone else touched you. You swore to me that no one else will ever touch you! Whore! Out of the bunker or I’ll kill you.”
“Dean! You don’t mean that! Let us explain!” Sam tries.
“She has to leave. Now!”
“It’s okay, Sam. If he doesn’t give me the chance to explain, to prove to him that I was always faithful I will leave…” Holding back the tears you run into the garage.
“You’re such an idiot! I will bring her somewhere safe and then I’ll get her stuff. You won’t see me for a while too.” Sam grunts following you into the garage.
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“Let me check your lip,” Alex says softly.
“Thanks that you help us out. We got no clue what’s got into Dean. He didn’t give us the chance to explain the misunderstanding.” Sam says running his hands through his hair.
A low sob escapes your lips while Alex cleans the little wound. Wiping the tears away you can’t believe Dean thinks you are cheating on him.
You never were with another man and now he thinks you would do something like that?
“I will get your things and bring them to Jody’s. I will try to talk to him again. Everything will be alright, Y/N.” Sam says softly.
“No, nothing will be alright. Dean said he hates me, Sam. After five years he didn’t give me the chance to explain. I didn’t do anything wrong. He just…” Starting to tremble you hid your face into the palms of your hands.
Gently rubbing your back Sam doesn’t know how to fix this. He can see the heartbreak and disappointment all over your face.
“I…god…I need to…” Running out of the living room you enter the bathroom to empty your stomach into the toilette.
“What’s wrong with her?” Claire asks.
“She’s pregnant. That’s the secret in the messages. She didn’t know how to tell Dean. Y/N was a bit scared yet overwhelmed and asked me for advice.” Sam whispers.
“That asshole knows she’s pregnant and does something like that?” Claire mutters.
“He doesn’t know. She wanted to tell him today. I helped her buying a gift for him, a little romper suit with a Led Zeppelin print.”
“What now?” Alex asks worriedly.
“I got no clue. Dean is stubborn. If he thinks she cheated on him he will believe the baby ain’t his…I don’t know how to fix this,” Sam says defeated.
“Shall I tried to talk to him?” Jody asks.
“No, this won’t change anything. We should give him some days to cool down and then I will try to talk to him again.”
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Cleaning your face, you investigate your appearance in the mirror. Tears are streaming down your face. Your eyes are already red and puffy, and your face is pale.
What shall you do now? Dean hates you…he hates you. The love of your life believes you are a cheater. How can he think so low of you?
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“Rest a bit Y/N, I sleep on Jody’s couch and tomorrow we will see how to fix this,” Sam says softly.
“There’s no way to fix this. He believes I cheated on him. Dean hates me…he hates me. How can he hate me, Sam?”
“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
“This isn’t your fault, Sammy. I will try to sleep a bit. There’s no way to fix this…he hates me.”
Walking toward Jody’s guest room with hanging shoulders you let the tears fall.
Falling onto the bed minutes later you are a sobbing mess. Hours ago, you wanted to plan a family with Dean and now he hates you…
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“I want to talk to her!” Dean yells days later.
“I won’t let you get close to her!” Claire talks back.
“You can’t stop me!”
“Try me!”
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Silently walking out of the kitchen you hear yelling and fighting coming from the living room. When you enter the room, you can see Claire and Sam trying to keep Dean in place.
“You won’t hurt her again, asshole!” Claire grunts.
“She needs a rest. Y/N barely sleeps or eats since you said you hate her!” Sam growls.
“I said I want to talk to her!” Dean yells. Flinching at his harsh tone you let the cup of tea falling to the ground.
Head snapping toward your direction Dean sees your scared and broken form.
Shoving his brother aside he wants to get to you. When you flinch away he stops in his tracks.
You’re scared of him...
Sliding your arms around your waist to protect your baby you slowly walk backward. Fresh tears well up your eyes while Dean just stares at you.
“Y/N? Please. I want to talk to you. Your doctor called…she said the test was positive. She said you shall come around the next days. Please.”
Shaking your head you move farther away from Dean when he makes one step toward you. Your lip isn’t swollen anymore but he can see there’s a little wound.
He hurt you…
“Leave her alone! You hit her! What the fuck! She’s pregnant and you hit her! She never cheated on you!” Claire yells again.
“She’s my girlfriend! I want to talk to her!”
“Dean, you should go now. Y/N needs some time to…she’s not doing well. Please just leave now.” Sam tries.
“I won’t leave. Baby, please. I'm sorry. I know you are faithful, that no one accept me touched you, please.”
“You hate me…” You whisper.
“Please, Baby. I could never hate you. I love you. Please. Let us talk. I’m sorry I hit you. I hate myself for it. Give me the chance to make it up to you, please I need you.”
Unsure what to do you look at Sam. Giving you a nod he assures you he will step in if Dean tries anything.
“Okay.”
“Can we talk alone?” Dean asks softly.
“I don’t think so!” Claire warns.
“I won’t hurt her. Y/N, please.”
“Okay.”
“If you hurt her again, I will give you a second asshole!” Claire mutters.
Chuckling at Claire’s words Sam gives her shoulder a squeeze.
“I mean it! Hurt her again and you won’t survive it, Winchester!”
“We should go to Jody’s guest room.” You say.
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“I’m so sorry. Please. I know you are faithful.”
“No. You said I cheated on you. I never even looked at another man. You thought I cheated on you with Sammy. He’s hurt too.”
“Please.”
Sitting down onto Jody’s bed you don’t look at Dean when he kneels in front of you. Carefully touching your leg he tries to win you over.
“Baby, please. I’m so sorry. When I heard you are pregnant I knew the secret was the baby. I reread the messages and then I found the pregnancy test hidden in your little ‘memories’ box.”
“Why did you look in my box?”
“I wanted to see if you…”
“If I kept something that proves I’m cheating on you?”
“Hmm…but I only found things from our dates….”
“Of course!”
“You even kept the first flower I picked for you…you pressed it.”
“It was the first time you kissed me…”
“You even kept the foliage of the condom we used for our first time.”
“Hmm…is that weird?”
“No, it’s so…you. I’m sorry, please. I never hated you. The thought of someone else touching you made me go insane, I saw red and lost my temper. Please, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Planting a soft kiss to your knee he gently strokes your legs. Sad green eyes look up at you. Seeing your hurt lip he hates himself.
“Can I touch you?” Dean whisper.
“I…don’t know.”
“Please. Let me show you how much I love you.”
“We are at Jody’s house, Dean. We can’t have sex at Jody’s house.” You whisper.
“Sex? I only wanted to touch you, but sex is much better.” Dean says grinning at you.
Slapping his chest playfully you shake your head. The smug grin is back. The real Dean shines through when he moves fast to push you down onto the bed.
Lips attacking your neck he roams your body with rough hands. When he tickles your sides you start giggling.
“Not fair! Stop!” You pout.
“You love it…hmmm…”
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“They are so silent. Maybe we should check on here.” Claire says worriedly.
“He won’t hurt her, Claire.”
“How do you want to know, Sam? He hit her some days ago. She’s pregnant. I should go upstairs and check on her.”
“Calm down Claire. Let Dean and Y/N talk things out. You can still hit him later.” Alex says.
“Fine! I give him half an hour then I’ll check on her!”
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“I liked that sleepshirt!” You scold while Dean tosses the ripped open fabric aside.
“It was ugly. You can have one of mine. Now…where was I…”
Hungrily staring at your naked body Dean licks his lips. Humming he moves his hands over your stomach. Kissing the ‘not there’ baby bump he sighs against your skin.
Hands wandering higher he kneads your breasts. Pinching your nipples with his thumbs he watches your face. He can still see the hurting in your eyes. His words hit you hard.
“Dean. I need more…”
Lips catching yours in a soft kiss Dean gently strokes your cheek. Planting a soft kiss to your little wound at your lip he sighs. He hurt you…
“I’m so sorry I hurt you,” Dean whispers.
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“She still didn’t come back! I will go upstairs now!” Claire tries again.
“No, you won’t let them talk things out!” Jody says a bit louder now.
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Kissing down your body Dean stops at your mound. Sliding your panties down he looks at the pink fabric with little fairies on it.
“It’s one of Claire’s. I didn’t have fresh underwear…she lent me one…” You explain your choice of underwear.
“Uh…”
“What?”
“I prefer your panties…s’all.” He chuckles.
Tossing the fabric aside he spreads your legs open. Hungrily staring at your glistening wet pussy, he dives in. Long tongue sliding through your folds he groans against your cunt.
“Dean…fuck…”
“Hmmm…” Licking and lapping at your pussy Dean eats you out like never before. Lips sucking your clit into his hot mouth he pushes one finger into your slick entrance.
Fingers curling inside of you he rubs your secret spot harshly. You try to muffle the sounds coming out of you, but you can’t. Dean is making it impossible to remain silent. Another harsh suck and you are a goner. Arching your back you scream his name so loud you can be heard downstairs.
“I hope no one hears me,” you whine.
“Don’t care. I love it when you scream my name. The thought of you screaming someone else’s name killed me, Baby.”
“I would never…only you, Dean. I want only you.”
“Can we…uh…do you want me?”
“I always want you, Dean.”
A wide smile crossed Dean face when he jumps off the bed to strip his clothes off. Wiping his face clean he looks at you with darkened eyes.
Crawling between your legs he kisses your lips softly. Tasting yourself on his tongue you moan into his mouth.
When you feel him pressing his hard cock into your tight entrance you close your eyes. Even after all those years, it is indescribable good to feel Dean making you his.
“So tight for me.” He whispers slowly bottoming out.
Fully seated Dean rests his forehead against yours. Legs wrapped around his waist you dig your heels into his lower back.
“I need you to move…please.”
“All you want, Baby.”
Entering you with slow and even strokes of his cock Dean gently caresses your right thigh with his rough hand.
His lips tenderly kiss your neck while he starts pumping harder into you. Rolling his hips against yours he rubs his thick cockhead over your g-spot.
Pawing to his back you feel his dick violently twitch inside of you. Rocking your hips with Dean’s you can feel your toes curl.
“Are you close? Will you come for me, Baby?”
“Yes…please. Harder.”
Knees digging into mattress Dean gives you a few more hard thrusts before you start whimpering. Digging your nails into his back you start pulsing around his thick shaft.
Groaning your name, he fills you with his cum. Just moving his arms around your back he holds you tight.
“I’m sorry…for everything. I love you, Y/N. I’m so happy about your pregnancy.”
“I love you too…uh…I guess we should calm Claire down later.”
“She really threatened me,” Dean chuckles.
“Well, she was mad. I guess she will be pissed for a while.”
“I understand why. I really need to apologize to Sam and you for being such an idiot.”
“Yeah, you are an idiot. But you are my idiot…”
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This is kinda like a drabble ask but ignore if ya want Can we have two little drabbles of Octavio and Elliott (seperately) having nightmares about losing the other? Please and thank
I wouldn’t normally do drabbles on this blog but I don’t really get to write sad stuff for these two so I couldn’t resist. Good request!
Elliott's Dream.
Everything happened so fast. The shooting. The grenades. The smoke. It all swirled around him, in a flurry so fast he could barely breathe. Stray bullets were flew in all directions, some firing from his own weapon, the other’s came from whoever had finished off his teammates, leaving him alone, in the open space between the market and the caves.
None of that mattered now. The shooting had stopped, the remaining squads had disappeared. He didn’t care to wonder where they’d gone. All he could focus on was the crumbled bundle in his arms. He supported his partner’s weight as a shaking hand clamped over the bullet wound in the runner’s chest. He didn’t need to be told. He knew he was the one that shot him.
“T-tav?”, he whispered. “Tav...C-can you hear me?”
He fumbled to remove his lover’s gloves and mask, searching for any sign of a pulse, any indication of life...just...anything. His heart was still beating. It was faint and quickly fading, as his head lolled to the side lifelessly, a single trickle of blood rolling from his lips and onto Elliott’s suit.
“I’m so s-orr-y-y. It...It was an ac-ac-accident. You know th-that, don’t you?”
He clung to his boyfriend tighter.
“P-pl-please don’t le-eave me. I’m sorry.”
His body was shaking all over as he laid his partner out on the ground.
“I can fix this”, he said, tearing his scarf from around his neck to begin dabbing away some of the blood. But it wouldn’t stop coming. His chest started to heave as choked sobs began to escape him.
“N-no. Not...not th-this again.”
He punched the sand underneath him angrily, glaring up at the sky as tears continued to roll down his face, wanting someone to blame for all this.
“Why is it always me?!”, he screamed into the void.
He reached out to take his partner’s hand in his own. It was already cold. He’d lost him.
Elliott startled awake, hands trembling as he fought his way through the sheets, a weary sigh escaping him as they settled on his lover. He was sleeping soundly, with not a care in the world. But he was still here. Still alive. Still warm. Elliott wrapped his arms around him, drawing him close, desperate to absorb as much of that warmth as possible. A couple of stray tears rolled down his cheeks and he had to remind himself that everything was okay. Octavio was still here and that’s all the mattered.
Octavio’s Dream.
“What’s this all about?”, he asked cautiously, as he stepped into the living room. A couple of bags were laid in a neat pile near the door. “Are we going somewhere?”
A horrible tension came over the room, as his partner turned around to face him, not meeting his eyes.
“Not us. Me. I’m leaving.”
Octavio shook his head in confusion, taking a tentative step towards his boyfriend.
“What...Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna stay at a friend’s place for few nights. I...want you to move out.”
His heart skipped a beat at the words, a heavy feeling settling on his shoulders.
“I live here.”
“Not...anymore. This is my apartment”.
Elliott met his gaze for the first time.
“I’m breaking up with you.”
Octavio almost laughed at the statement. He couldn’t be serious. Elliott was trying to pay him back for all the pranks he’d done. That’s what this was. The only problem was...Elliott wasn’t laughing.
“Wait you’re...No. You can’t be serious?!”
“I am serious”, his partner said coldly, reaching down to pick up the bags. “I’ll give you a couple of days but then-”
Octavio reached out for his arm, grabbing it tightly.
“I’m not gonna let you walk out on me!”, he said, voice quivering. “Mira, we can fix this.”
Elliott pulled his arm out of his grasp.
“We can’t. It’s too late for that. I’ve...met someone else. I’m sorry.”
He felt like his whole world was crumbling around him, along with his future. He didn’t even realise he’d begun crying.
“What about us?! What about all the plans we made?! Our future?! What about that?!”
“I just...want a normal life”, his now ex-boyfriend said quietly.
“We are normal!”
Elliott scoffed.
“We are not normal, Octavio. What we do for a living isn’t normal. What you do for fun isn’t normal!”
The runner clenched his fists by his sides, to try to stop the trembling in his fingers.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Do you really need me to spell it out for you?!”, Elliott seethed. “I’ve asked so many times to stop with this stunt shit and you never do! You’re a danger to yourself! You blew off your own legs, for fucks sake! I can’t...even believe I entertained the idea of ever having a family with you. I’m done.”
“You can’t leave! I love you!”
But he did leave.
Octavio’s eyes fluttered open, quickly sitting up in the bed. He turned to look for his partner who was nowhere to be seen. That didn’t really happen. Did it? He briskly got himself together and raced into the kitchen.
And there was Elliott, still in his pajamas, as he worked on something at the stove, humming along to whatever cheesy pop song was on the radio. He beamed at him, when he saw him approach slowly.
“Hey, beautiful. I was kinda hoping I’d be able to bring you breakfast in bed.”
Octavio eyed him hesitantly, until he was pulled into a one armed hug.
“What’s the matter?”
The speedster buried his head into his partner, inhaling his scent.
“Nothing.”
“Aw well, whatever it is, it’s nothing Grandma Witt’s pancake recipe can’t fix. Nothing but the best for the man I love, right?”
Hearing those words allowed Octavio to release a breath he hadn’t even realised he was holding. He wrapped his arms tightly around his lover’s waist as he began dishing out the food, the sweet smell filled his nostrils. It was okay. Elliott still loved him. That was all needed.
Formatting on Tumblr suuuuucks. I kinda interpreted loss a little differently for Octavio. I’d imagine he has a bit of a fear of abandonment coz of how his parents were.
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shit my friends say
So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!
2018
-d a d d y w i s e
-well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon
-GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT
-I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox
-what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now
-I wanna give pot to a bird
-I take pills without water
-daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies
-enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid
-cum glaze
-I hope you choke on MY meat
-who hasn’t been on pornhub
-(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito)
-MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED
-that omelet looks delouse
-is semen a liquid or solid
-iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK
-vaginas are scary
-what is menstruation
-you should change your name to pussy something
-my gay has been activated
-“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one”
-“do you like glazed or cream filled”
-wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe
-he is on too much fertilizer
-sometimes cum is hot I know from experience
-if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire
-I don’t have a sonic fetish
-can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock
-aren’t dicks like cannons
-who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton
-honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room
-does penis smell like garlic
-she don’t swallow in this household
-*downloading garrison nudes*
-don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo
-frickle my nipples
-Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick
-OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! Uwu We make a fucky wucky!! A wittle fucko boingo! The code monkeys at our headquarters are working VEWY HAWD to fix this!
-“I’m big for an asian”
-cockilicous
-“His anal glands need milking”
-fready flipper
-FREADY FAPPER
-daddy better make me choke
-does Freddy freaker have a mutated alien dick
-sonic breaks the sound barrier by beating his meat
-the sun looks like it’s gon vore you
-bootyhole exploration
-is megalovania sex music
-i like to drink cock
-cum is just genital snot
-penis musk
-Shid piz and farbt
-Bull + shit = sis it don’t add up
-Hey don’t tell me at least once in your life you haven’t thought about being gently caressed across the genitalia by the kraken
-I swallow boba like i swallow cum
-I wuv fungus kun, the way he waps a awond my tosie wosies so tight! He’s gibing me a huggie!!!! Fungus kun gibes my tosies a new color too!!!! Wat a good fungus kun make my doki doki go “ UAU” heeheehee
-eating banana with the banana peel
-orang juce
-father I want cheddar
-don’t you just look at someone and think about how long their neck is
-breathing is just boneless vaping
-get outta here juuling criminal
-yall ever succ a dick for juul pods
-unironically drawing miss piggy
-“Jack don’t let go 😱🤭🤭, jack sweetie 😐👀 if you let go 🙊🙈 you’re weave 🙀🙀 gone 😇😘💅”
-I've been watching spooky movies for 5 hour
-omg it’s daddy sans undertaker!!!
-bröther
-I ate my sister
-are you'd's't've kidding me?
-oh youtube please don't show me the shrek movies rn
-My brother is calling me out on the family group chat for eating a bowl of peanut butter
-Hamilton is best girl
-get outta here you fuckin loyalist
-what doesn’t cum have
-drink flex seal and you won’t have to worry about a marriage
-I feel water.
-“Superfood or supergross? Is Sperm good?”
-coochie hands gucci bands
-just imagine trying to cast a spell and then you get disturbed by a banjo
-toto africa is sex music now and everytime they say rain it’s just cum
-y'all ever burp in your mouth and exhale it through your nose like a vaper
-how dare them make my green senpai an honorable member of society
-If you didn’t search big boobs video on google at least once are you really a Gen Z kid?????
-laugh pussies
-i’m watching the history of japan on pornhub
-we have the same name because we are secretly the same person
-what if you eat your phone and it’s all in your tummy
-why would you ever think i’m not serious all the time you silly dragon but we’re both (my name) so we can be the silly dragon together
-why would you wash your face before you go to bed when your tears wash it off for you *wooshing noises*
-I want to drive a bus because I like busses
-my shoe broke
-why does everyone talk about the drugs i’m eating
-i’m going to break her because she’s talking about smoking cocaine and I don’t like drugs
-(stage whisper) metal heads live among us but we don’t know because they look like normal people
-oh bye mr music teacher
-the pussy? designer. cucci, if you will.
-DID I HEAR S A N S P O R N
-"i'm about to nay nay on your dead fucking corpse"
-alert alert the toes are coming
-you got a fucking problem with my 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬?
-imagine using an oven for something designed for a microwave
this post was made by the doesnt have much motivation gang
-Please take my Minnesotan snow Wait that sounds like Minnesotan cocaine
-when you funny scream
-"dating the Bill of Rights for fun" is now exactly how I'm going to describe my hyperfixations
-the penguin from fruit loops is a twink (bitch its a toucan)
-if white cheese exists is there black cheese
-What’s rosum opossum
-whale cum
-dicko mode
-(GETTIN SOME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN THAT PUSS)
-pennies more like penis amirite
-It’s Sunday don’t forget to squeeze cheese on the cat
-the grinch is dr seuss’s fursona
-everyone is gangster until the trees start speaking vietnamese
-big chungus is my dad
-“if the apocalypse happened what would you do” “eat bees”
-I'm tired as fuck but I gotta wait until it's 4:20 to go to bed
-mom: you need to be reasonable and wait two hours before having another brownie
me, stuffing my mouth full of brownie: br o w n y s
-This honey in whole foods is in fucking comic sans
-it's more likely that I'll guess someone is gay before I remember the existence of women
-im gonna say it again for the people in the back:
i eat bees
-Thanos penis, it's actually called a thenis
-yort
-uwu its the mowst thorstiewst time of the yeaw uwu
-It is I
Teh gromc
-The gronk is here to say eat all the dish soap in the house
-the grinch but he's wearing crocs the entire time
-answer my question or else i will establish sans porn
-You make him doki doki uwaaaaa!!!!
-birdbox but all the bird sounds are replaced by cardi b noises
-THE GROMPK IS TOO POWERFUL
-consume ocean sauce
-square up in judge judys court
-half consumes ocean sauce
-ice juce
-frick stick
-you guys wanna read undertale fanfiction
-2019-
-it might be 2019 but thats not gonna stop me from terrorizing my family's groupchat
-(pineapple voice) first date idea: digest eachother
-Wait dennys will arrest you for doing illegal things??
-pls purify me
-my toes are very succulent today
-two succs having flex
two succs having sex
my muscles
my muscles
involuntarily checks
-f u r r y , N a s h .
-Perfect for all occasions! Spill something on your nice shirt, give a messy blowjob, and sphagetti!!!
-Do you want cum on your nice shirt???
-it would be nice if i had cum on my shirt
-cocc succ machine
-I KNOW TONGUE JUTSU
-I feel like i’m in a meat prison
-hi you obese elephant
-plant porn is just flowey porn
-We all love the out of the box 4am messages we get
-YOU LIKE SNAS PEEPEE
#shit my friends say#shitpost#please help me#sans#I guess???#theres a lot of sans sorry#too many about peepee#enjoy#please dont be offended#bees#thanos#so sorry
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in honor of villain releasing and me starting it later today, here is a special insight into my brain in the form of the notes i made on my phone as i was reading monster last year, completely unedited (so with all my spelling mistakes and freakouts)
there are spoilers for monster, obviously
(keep in mind that i was very emotional about being back in the gone-universe, so don’t judge me lmao)
i ship malik and shade already. can’t habdle them they’re too cute
oh my god shade is basically a true crime fan, thanks i hate it
“WHATEVER MALIK DID IT GENERALLT SOMEHOW WORK” MY LOVE
...it will be interesting to see what people have to say about mg writing his first trans character
transphobic violence already, i think someone will have a problem with this chapter being called “the meet cute”
where
is
dekka
WHAT THE FUCK SHADE WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOURE INSANE
I WAS RIGHT BY THE WAY THE MOVIE SUCKED AND WAS A BAD IDEA AND I HOPE ASTRID AND SAM ARE SUFFERING AND HAVE NO FRIENDS
nooo dekka sweetie :(((
oh my god a dekka chapter what if we get updates on everyone i’m not ready
dekka is broke no :(((
but she drives a motorcycle i’m so in love
dekka has a cat. marry me
“Of those three hundred thirty-two kids, fifty-one developed one supernatural power or another. Only nineteen of you developed major powers and survived. And of these nineteen, seven have since developed serious psychological disorders” NO MY KIDS IM CRYING
“Lana Lazar spent time in a mental health facility” eeelp
“I know, she’s a friend of mine. She’s fine now.” THEY ARE FRIEND.jzoddbfb
“Others’ like Sam Temple, the supposed hero of the fayz, have had-”
HAVE HAD WHA TOM??!!!?!
“’Supposed hero?’ Screw you. You don’t disrespect Sam Temple where I can here it.” I’m 😭😭😭😭😭😭
sam was in rehab has an alcoholic kill me
and he’s on the wagon sober for sixteen months ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
DEKKA REMEMBERINH BRIANNA KILL ME
Hey, Sam’s sober and Astird got her head screwed on straight so leave them out of this - dekka out there defending her people
MG in the online: edilio is the true hero of the fayz
MG in the books: sam is the true hero of the fayz
me: so what is the truth?
oh my god that just means edilio is still underappreciated
DEKKA WANTS SAM AND ASTRID TO GO TO COLLEGE WORK AND ONE DAY HAVE A BABY GIRL NAMED DEKKA WHAT THE FUCK SHOOT ME
Me @ me: mg loves edilio. he will be in here. mg loves edilio. he will be in here. mg loves edilio. he will be in here. mg loves edilio. he will be-
Four year old Sean is here to cause trouble
Cruz singing my love ❤️❤️
We’ve literally just met him and Justin DeVeere already sounds like a potential school shooter
also how dare mg give him the same name as justin roger’s little brother
He’s so disgusting yikes
I don’t understand what just happened and what erin and justin are up to but WHY do i feel like they just had sex so they could have a gaia-like baby
is justin turning into the hulk or orc
Justins arm is turning into a sword
Is justin turning into drake...
Or orc/britney? Orc/britney/justin?
If Aristotle Arno Adamo is anything like Ari from Aaddtsotu i already love him
oh he’s not
Armo is the Quinn of Monster pass it on
Will Quinn be mentioned in this book?
“Armo was not part of any clique, because there was one, only one Armo at Malibu High School” oh my god he’s awful i love him
“I want to take Danish. My family is danish” bitch mine too
“You understand that everyone in Denmark speaks english right? Usually better than most Americans?” drag america i love t
god i love him
armo just survived a serious accident and he’s crying because he wreacked his car whaya guy
what are they doing to armo :(((
SHADE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
noo poor cruz
whyy would mg introduce malik tenerife, the biggest sweetheart and shade’s closest friend and make me fall in love with him, and then in the SAME CHAPTER introduce cruz, a new best friend for shade and then just never mention malik again???? i love cruz but i miss malik
where is knightmare
“I REREAD THE ELLISON BOOK” ASTRID WROTE A BOOK
yikes a milady dude and homophobia all in one page!!
WHY IS EVERYONE IN THIS BOOK JUST TRANSFORMING INTO BOOKS
oh shit i just understood why mg says this is part animorphs
Malik’s back my boy
DEKKAS CAT IS NAMED EDITH WINDSOR I JUST----
DEKKA TOOK THE FRAMED PICTURE OF BRIANNA WITH HER OH MY GODDD
“Only now did Dekka see that those last four years had been a dream, unreal, somehow. The FAYZ was real.” dekka bby no :(((
oh my goooood taylor is back bitches i just got chills
SHE GRABBED THE CELEBRITY GOSSIP MAGAZINES OF COURSE SHE DID I LOVE HER
dekka be nice to taylor she’s had a hard life she deserves to know the goss :))
when they’re only talking baout the kids with power... when will edilio come in
aaaand there is drake ugh. “a violent, sadistic psychopath. A rapist. A torturer. A murderer”
EDILIO WAS THERE TOO THERE TOO THE FUCK
DID MG FORGET EDILIO ECISTS
BRIANNA DEKKA SAM ASTRID TAYLOR DRAKE LANA HUNTER ORC HAVE ALL BEN MENTIONED
WHERE IS EDILIO AND LANA
Drake responsible for 18 instances of rape mutilation and murder in the last year y i k e s
Justin has a lobster claw for one hand and a sword for the other o k a y
oh my god shade could kill tr*mp
“There are three types of superheroes, Shade: Hero, Villain and Monster” *looks into the camera like i’m on the office*
CAINE AND PENNY GOT THEIR MENTIONS
NOW GIVE ME EDILIO
Malik is still in love with shade rip me
oh no cruz bby you’re invisible :((
i feel like this series will be more hard sci-fi with aliens and government and powers than gone was, gone was more of a sci-fi/dystopian/lord of the flies/survival-mix
i’m worried about armo :((
me: had never read an animorphs book in my life
also me: wow this reminds me so much of animorphs!
HES A POLAR BEAR NOW
THEY’RE LITERALLY SAYING THE WORD MORPHING
should be interesting to see what kind of shit mg will get for this y i k e s
WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK IS HAPØENING THE SEAN WAS HE TURNING INTO A CATERPILLAR WITH NO MOUTH WHAT THE FUCK HE IS FOUR YEARS OLD
OH THERES HIS MOUTH WHAT THE FUCK
fuuuuck i knew he would be knightmare
at least knightmare really is the name of a shitty pretentious art student dude
a group of girl scouts just fell to their deaths off the golden gate bridge
WHO ARE THE DARK WATCHERS
i actually think they’re aliens
pls get over brianna dekka
at least mg is realizing that brekka was kind of weird
why is dekka watching danish sex. what does that even mean.
this book is unrealistic bc it’s page number 208 and dekka still hasn’t thought about edilio. who goes that long without thinking about edilio.
oh no dekka is morphing with some animal too
DEKKA HAS MEDUSA HAIR WHAT THE FUCK
the cat died WHAT THE FUCK
“Motorcycle gangs and white supremacists and registered sex offenders, that’s who dominated Perdido Beach today” yikes
Dekka mentioned the word gaiaphage and i had a physical disgusted reaction, but not because of the actual gaiaphage, but bc of that fucking website. god i lvoe that gaiaphage.com is dead.
why has mg created a worldwide perdido beach situation but just given is three books to fix it
“I was Sam’s soldier” NO??? You wrre edilio’s soldier the fuck
EVERY TIME I SEE EDITH MY HEART SKIPS BECAUSE IT STARTS WITH EDI AND I THINK ITS FINALLY GOING TO BE EDILIO
Armo and Dekka is my new brotp
WHO THE FUCK IS JEHOVA
LESS VILLAIN POVS MICHAEL PLEASE
“Hey. You. Should. Um.... Stop. Being. An. Asshole.” SHADE
Combining the villains into one villain. Very schmart michael 👌🏻
PAGE 308 EDILIO MENTION OH MY GOD
Edilio on page 309 kill me cant even quote it
GRAVES STILL THERE
IN RESPECTFUL MEMORY TO BOTH THE WISE AND THE FOOLISH WHO STRUGGLED TO SURVIVE UNSPEAKABLE HORRORS IN THIS PLACE im 😭😭
ALBERT GOT HIS DUES YEAH
BUT HOW IS EDILIO TODAY
WHERE IS DINAA LOSER
GRAVE FOR MARY 😭
GRAVE FOR DUCK 😭
GRAVE FOR HUNTER 😭
GRAVE FOR ORC 😭
Grave for Caine 😐 “Caine Soren. “King of the FAYZ. Blaze of Glory”
FIRST DIANA MENTION AND ITS HOW MUU CAINE LOVED HER IM
BRIANNA HAS A LAST NAME SOS. “Brianna Berenson. “The Breeze”. None More Bold.”
DIANA IS HERE I REPEAT DIANA IS HERE IN THE FLESH AND STILL BEAUTIFUL
DIANA PUTS FLOWERS ON THE GRAVES ONCE A WEEK OH MY HOD YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE SORRY ABOUT I MEAN YOU DID GIVE BIRTH TO GAIA AND EAT PANDA BUT STILL
DIANA HAS A JOB AS A BARISTA HER OWN PLACE IS SEVEN MONTHS SOBER AND HAVENT TRIED TO KILL HERSELF LATELY
WAS HER AND SAM DRINKING BUDDIES
THEY SERVE A SAM TEMPLE CUCKTAIL AND A LANA VODKA
“I GUESS THEIRONY THAT FAYZERS HAVE A TENDENCY TO DRINK TOO MUCH IS LOST ON THEM” TELL THEM DEKKA
“YOU WERE GOOD TO KEEP SAM AND STRID OUT OF IT” NO TELL THEM LOSERS
DOES DIANA LIVE IN PERDIDO BEACH :((((
“THIS IS THE MOST INTIMATE IVE EVER BEEN WITH A DUDE” SAME
When Roger still hasn’t been mentioned and you know he wasn’t really that important so you can’t really complained but you miss him
and how is edilio really dekka hmmm???
Eww this Drake Brittany thing is worse if possible
wait wait wait what hoe did they get there what
if i finish monster and still don’t know how edilio is doing i’ll sue
the villain...breathes fire. he’s a dragon
Shade looks like a the bizzare cross between a flea, a Power Ranger and a teenaged girl w h a t
Vincent Vu: part fish!
noooo not malik :(((
one half of me: where the fck is edilio go talk to him dekka
other half of me: edilio deserves a peaceful life thank i for keeping him away from it all
OKAY BUT WOULD EDILIO AND SAM AND EVERYONE SEE DEKKA ON THE FBI MOST WANTED LIST AND HEAR ABOUT EVERYTHING GOING ON AND SAY YIKES NOT OUR PROBLEM??? No tf they would help her!!!!
DEKKA IS WITH SAM DEKKA IS WITH SAM I REPEAT DEKKA IS WITH SAM AND HE IS HER STRONG RIGHT ARM SHOOT ME LET ME DIE
im emo
the end
missing: quinn and roger
#gone series#just a warning this is a really long list of notes siukfdsasdkf#hightlighst include: this book is unrealistic nobody goes this long without thinking about edilio#Shade looks like a bizzare cross between a flea a power ranger and a teenaged girl#and ''why is dekka watching danish sex. what does that even mean''#i recommend this for gone-fans who doesn't want to read monster but wants to know what it's all about#and for people who have read monster and need a dumb refreshed before villain
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"What the actual fuck, Black?" (Wolfstar). The Yule Ball is approaching. James Potter still taking the courage to invite Lily Evans, Remus Lupin prefer to stay in the Common Room, studying for the exams... But it seems like Sirius Black have a very elaborate plan in mind for the occasion.
“What the actual fuck, Black?”
James Potter angrily whispered to his friend, as he just blew up his plan to invite Lily Evans to the Yule Ball.
“I thought you had already invited her!” Sirius frowned, raising his hands, palms facing the other boy.
“I was getting there… sorta…” he started, but then Lily interrupted.
“We were talking about quidditch just before you came in.” The red haired girl smirked. “And yes. I’ll go with you, Potter.”
“I couldn’t simply drop in and ask you if– wait what? Did you just say yes?” The irritation seemed to vanish from James’ tone as he realized he finally managed to invite Lily to the ball. Or kind of. The girl took a deep breathe and couldn’t help but laugh at the situation, making from that, her cue to leave.
“See you soon, boys. I need to study a little for tomorrow’s test. And good luck with whatever you need, Sirius.” She waved a hand on her way into the school, leaving the boys alone.
“You’re welcome.” Sirius started, a grin showing up on his lips.
“You’re lucky she said yes.” the other boy replied and adjusted his glasses. “But I was really getting there.”
“I definitely believe in that.” he laughed, and after being poked on the ribs by his friend, that at the same time muttered ‘shut up’ multiple times until he stopped, he finally was able to continue. “I really need your help, though.”
“The thing is…” The black haired boy looked like he was searching for words so he could explain the situation. “Y’know, the thing is that, the Yule Ball is approaching and stuff, and I wanna… y’know? Like…” he was gesturing so much James was almost unable to focus on what he was saying, but that was taking too long, and they certainly did not have all that time.
“You need my help to invite someone, is that it?” James raised a brow, skeptical. “I can’t believe my eyes, Sirius Black needs my help to invite someone, just after he invited my date for me, just to be clear.
“First of all, you’re a jerk. And second, yeah, basically, I need some ideas.” he buried his hands in his pockets.
“Well, fine, can you tell me who is it that you’re so afraid of inviting?” now the boys were making their way to the potions class, almost whispering so people wouldn’t overhear.
“Moons.” he muttered.
“Where?” James started looking for the other friend as Sirius said his name, but the other was quick to drag back his attention.
“No, you arse. I’m inviting him. I’m inviting Remus.” the boy sharply whispered just before sitting down on his chair, trying his best to ignore an awestruck James sitting by his side.
Later that day.
“Okay, so I’ve been thinking about things you can do, since we already know he will be on the common room preparing himself for the tests.” James showed up behind Sirius, dropping his backpack on the table and pushing the other a little bit so he could sit and explain better the things. “The only issue is, that nerd doesn’t like big things and scandal and stuff, and you’re all about that, so we need to find a midterm.” While talking, James started to unfold a big scroll with lots of scribbles and sketches, and so many crossed things he had discarded before even talking to Sirius.
Sirius seemed truly amazed by the effort James was putting on that mission, and heard everything paying double the attention he used to pay on some classes. The teens spent the whole lunch hour discussing which was the best way to do that and almost lost a double defense against the dark arts class. Fortunately, they had a few days to sort things out before the Yule Ball.
A few days later.
The Yule Ball was going to happen on the following night. Sirius was sitting on his table, holding his face with both hands, eyes fixed on his desk and despair growing significantly as he tried to understand why it was so hard to invite his friend to go to the Ball with him. It was a simple task, right? He could go to him and ask Remus to make him company on the ball so he wouldn’t be alone. They could go as friends, there was no problem, no hard time. Except that there was a problem. He didn’t want to go with him only as friends and simply find themselves some girls to dance with on the Ball. He wanted to invite Remus to be his pair, and he was afraid to be turned down.
Sirius thought about giving up on the whole idea, but James lured him back on it, encouraging his friend to do it, because he knew he would regret if he gave in to his insecurities. Also, Remus had been studying with Lily on the common room all those nights, giving Sirius and James time to think about some new plans. After the classes, the plans they had thought of weren’t as good as they seemed to be, and now both boys were frustrated while eating their dinner.
On certain moment, James overheard the conversation between Lily and Remus.
“I think Dorcas will ask you to go with her to the Yule Ball.” Lily smiled, poking him on the arm with her elbow.
“What? Why do you say that? I have to study for the tests, I can’t afford such a thing as spend the night dancing, and eating, and having fun…” Remus replied, biting the rest of the chicken leg he was holding before placing the bone on his plate.
The conversation continued, but now James leaned in to mutter to Sirius as he finished eating as well.
“Dude, you need to ask him tonight.”
Sirius almost choked on his pumpkin juice.
“Why this? Why tonight?” He whispered back, and the other boy told him about what he just heard.
“I’ll talk to Lily about this situation to see if she can talk Dorcas out of this. Be cool, I trust her, she’s nice. And you need to make your move.” said that, James stood up and made a subtle gesture to call Lily so she could go have a private conversation with him on their way to Gryffindor’s common room.
Not James, Lily nor Remus could hear from Sirius the rest of the night. He was nowhere to be found. Lily and James started debating if it wasn’t a good idea for them to ask Remus to be Sirius partner on the Ball, but both decided it wouldn’t be effective. They were worried Sirius just bailed off and really had given up on the thing, but James told Lily to leave it be until they could find the missing friend and ask about the whole vanishing thing.
Almost midnight.
The monitors allowed Remus to remain on the common room studying, as they always did, since everyone knew that he would be actually doing that until he had the urge to sleep: studying.
Someone else also knew he had been awake studying on the common room until late night.
Remus almost let out a scream when someone leaned in from behind, pretending to be interested on what the boy was studying, and wasn’t for that black curly hair, he would probably had punched the person right in the nose. Although it didn’t seem a very bad idea at the moment, too.
“Wh-” he got himself together before retaking the speech. “For Merlin’s sake, what are you doing?” he frowned to the sight of Sirius standing up right next to him, it was late, he was supposed to be in bed. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping? Did they let you stay up late to study, too?” Remus asked with a bit of sarcasm in his tone, knowing no one sane enough would believe that excuse coming from Sirius’ mouth.
“Shut up and come with me.” it was the only thing Sirius said, but knowing Remus wouldn’t follow him, he grabbed the other by the wrist and started walking. Just before leaving the common room, he threw the invisibility cloak over their heads. “Don’t make any noise or we’ll be in big trouble.”
Probably being in trouble was the thing keeping Remus from punching him, or complaining, or cursing him to death, but at least it worked, once the boy’s courage was still there.
Both teens made their way to the secret passage that leaded them to the Shrieking Shack, with a lumus spell on Sirius wand they continued the path. Sirius convinced the other boy to be quiet by telling him someone could hear the conversation if they had found a way to that place, which was almost impossible, but Remus decided not to risk.
Once they arrived at the Shrieking Shack, Sirius pulled off the cloak and closed the door behind them. The place now looked like the interior of a tree house where teenagers enjoyed spending time. There were lots of blankets over the floor, tons of maps, plans and prank ideas, among other things they used to distract Remus before the complete full moon and his transformation. That place that was a synonym of sadness was now a place they liked to go to.
“Will you tell me now what we are doing here at this time?” asked Remus, looking kind of anxious for the way he rubbed his hands together shyly just before crossing his arms. Sirius, otherwise, just had bent down to catch some of what looked like tennis balls from the floor with one hand, letting one or another fall during the process, but managing to group them all against his chest. “Sirius, what the hell are you doing?”
“It’s just I finally got the balls.” he answered as if that would explain everything.
Remus looked so confused and at the same time somehow angry, that the other boy didn’t wait for him to ask once more what he was talking about.
“I got the balls to ask you.” said that, he whispered “Nox.” and the light vanished from his wand, but the room was not completely dark, as it was supposed to be due the lack of windows and doors preventing the moonlight to enter.
Instead of complete darkness, there were words floating on the middle of the place, near the back wall, spelling ‘Will you go to the Yule Ball with me?’
Sirius could tell Remus was stunned by his facial expression, but he didn’t say anything for long seconds, so Sirius just broke the silence by nervous talking about the spell and how he learned that from a guy when he was planning some stuff and researching what he could use that glowed in the dark.
“Yes.” Remus finally mumbled, then Sirius interrupted his chatting immediately.
“Did you just accept?” Sirius asked and Remus agreed with a head nod. He couldn’t believe that it worked out.
The boy whispered ‘lumus’ so the place was less dark once again, and the next thing he knew was he had Remus hugging him.
“Can’t believe you asked me to the Yule Ball with a bad pun.” Remus muttered, his words sounded muffled due to his face pressed against the other’s shoulder.
“I would have taken Peter’s idea, but y’know… it was too cheesy.” and he laughed at his own joke, but he didn’t let Remus turn around to leave as he was hugging him as strongly as he could. He was too damn happy not to enjoy the situation. “James would be proud of me, okay?”
“Did he know?”
“And Lily too.”
“And those darned creatures didn’t tell me a thing when I asked about you. I thought you were avoiding me all these days.” they finally broke apart from the hug.
“I’d never avoid you, moons, I was just too damn focused on planning something nice to ask you out that I probably didn’t realize I was being a lil’ distant.” he explained as he walked towards the corner of the shack, where all the blankets and pillows and cushions were, sitting on top of them. “And they didn’t know about this, or about the cloak I borrowed earlier this night. Actually, let’s leave them wondering about me inviting you or not, I wanna see what will happen until tomorrow night.”
“You’re being cruel.” Remus replied, but couldn’t stop a small laugh.
For the first time, Sirius was going to the Yule Ball with someone he really liked.
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'Happily Ever After' Doesn't Happen Til The Last Page
Summary:
“Ok so it’s the classic story of a young maiden wants a thing and a witch is like “promise me your first born child” and the maidens like “k” and that should be enough but no the witch keeps coming around like “yo where’s my firstborn child pls” and the maiden is like “bitch I don’t even have a boyfriend” and the witch keeps coming back and being like “how’s the bf search?” And just being generally annoying. then she just keeps coming round and hanging out and they fall in love and the first born child is already the witches and everyone lives happily ever after” Bellarke
AOE
Clarke was making soup.
It wasn’t normal soup and it wasn’t really for eating or drinking or anything you’d normally do with soup. It was a potion she was curating for a client who’d asked for something to help their plants grow, all they had to do was pour it over the soil and their plants ‘should’ start growing.
The soup was water. The magical fucking soup was just flavored and scented and colored fucking water that she’d gotten from the stream.
She was taking the water/soup off of the fire when there were three (very loud) knocks on the door of her cottage.
She rolled her eyes and set the pot on the counter, wiping her hands on her apron before going to the door, where three more knocks had just sounded accompanied by a “Please! I know you’re in there!”
She opened the door to find a very attractive man, hand poised to knock again, eyes wild and half-crazed. He took a half-step back and put his hand down by his side.
She couldn’t help herself, she raked her eyes up him until she met his eyes, which had previously been wide with worry, were now impossibly wider with an affronted look in them.
She shook her head slightly, “Yes?”
He seemed to remember why he was here, “Please, it’s my sister, she’s on her deathbed. She’s come down with the plague, there’s nothing else I can do for her, please. Help us.”
He was wringing his hands together, “What’s in it for me?” she asked. She would’ve helped either way, but she didn’t want her reputation to go to waste, what was it for if she wasn’t going to use it.
“Anything.” Oh, how she loved it when they said that.
“Your firstborn child.” She said offhandedly.
He hesitated, but shook his head, “Anything, just help her.”
-/-
They had to walk out of town, into the woods to get to his house. It was a rundown cottage in the middle of bum-fuck-nowhere in the middle of the forgotten wood.
Clarke looked around at all of the trees surrounding the clearing, shuddering as she walked inside.
It wasn’t much better on the inside, everything was run down and needed to be replaced.
But she did her job.
two months later
She wasn’t exactly one-hundred percent sure as to why she was standing in his front yard.
She already knew that his sister had been healed (he had been by earlier in the month to thank her,) so that couldn’t be used as an excuse.
She kept raising her hand to knock anyway, but would quickly put it back down, then raise it again, then put it back down, she’d already been out here for what felt like a hour (but what was actually only about ten minutes.)
She raised her hand to knock once again and was about to put it back down whenever she heard a knock, she looked at her hand to see that she had actually knocked on the damn door without having an actual excuse to be here.
But before she had the sense to run away, the door was opened and she stood staring face to face with the same beautiful man that had been knocking at her door two months prior (Bellamy, she had learned).
“I’d like you to know you just cost me five shillings.”
She shook her head, she wasn’t exactly sure she’d heard him right, “What?”
He smiled and tilted his hand to the side, “My sister and I had a bet going about how long you were going to stand out here, I said you weren’t ever going to knock, she said that you were going to stand there for twenty minutes before you knocked, since she was closer, I now have to give her five shillings.”
Clarke shook her head and rolled her eyes, gaining a new sense of confidence of being there, she said “I’m here to see how my payment is coming along.”
He was quiet “Your payment?”
“Yeees? You know, your first born child?” She inquired.
He didn’t move. “Well, it’s probably going to be a while before you get your ‘payment’ as I don’t even have a girlfriend as of now.”
She rolled her eyes again, “Well, expect frequent visits from me until you pay me.”
He smiled shyly, “I’m okay with that.”
She smiled back at him, even as she could feel the blush rising up her neck, “Well, I’m sorry to interrupt your day, I’m sure you're very busy, and I should probably head back as well.” She started to move away.
“Okay, see you around Clarke.”
“Yeah, see you.” The door closed and she turned to leave. As she was walking down the path, she realised, she had never told him her name before.
-/-
A few months later, Clarke was at the Blakes almost daily. She hadn’t at first, it had started off as a weekly thing, but then it turned into them inviting her for dinner every night, then it morphed into her meeting Octavia at school and walking her home and hanging out with them until after she had gone to bed.
Somewhere along the road, things had changed. She had always found him attractive, but now it was different. It was fuller, deeper, more serious. She had actual, real feelings for him now. Which made things so much more complicated.
She would go over there and they would make dinner together, and would sit together on the couch, her working on spells and potions, him cooking and cleaning and building, while Octavia went on adventures in the woods. Clarkes favorite was whenever her and Bellamy joined Octavia on her excursions in the woods when Clarke needed ingredients for a potion, or Bellamy needed wood for a reparation on the house.
Speaking of the house, Clarke did not understand why they still lived here, in this shit-hole of a house, when they could live somewhere closer to the village, where at least they didn’t have to make an entire day trip to go get supplies or see people.
They were walking back from one of their trips with Octavia when Clarke brought it up. Octavia was far enough ahead of them so that she wouldn’t hear them, so she asked “Why do you guys still live in that house? You’ve put more money into it doing reparations than it’s worth.”
His expression hardened, he stared straight ahead as he answered, “Leave it, Clarke.”
That puzzled her, she walked in front of him to make him stop walking, “No, answer me. Why do you still live here?”
He stopped walking and raked his hand over his face, “Dammit, Princess. We can’t afford anything better. And yes, I have invested more money into that shit hole than it’s worth, but everything I’ve done for that house has been done out of necessity. If I stopped fixing and started saving, we’d be homeless within a fortnight.
She was silent, “Okay, why don’t you let me build you one? With a flick of my wrist, I could build you the house of your dreams.” Which was true, but she decided to leave out the part that she would probably pass out immediately after doing so.
He shook his head and continued walking, “We don’t want or need your handouts, Princess.”
She didn’t believe him, but followed silently anyway.
-/-
Several moons later, Clarke and Bellamy were sitting on the porch, long after Octavia had gone to bed, drinking some wine Clarke had bought from a neighboring village as she passed through the week prior.
Bellamy had been acting weirdly all day, he had been quiet and not smiled like he normally did when she greeted him with their usual hug. He hadn’t let her help with dinner, and didn’t speak without being spoken to all throughout dinner.
They had been sitting there for a while in silence when she had finally had enough, she set her mug down on the ground at her feet, and turned to face him on the porch swing Bellamy had made, “What’s wrong?” She asked.
He sniffed and took another sip of his wine before answering, “Nothing’s wrong, Clarke. Just leave it” He only ever called her Clarke when he was really pissed about something.
“No, Bellamy, you’re not going to shut me out like this. We’re friends, and friends talk about things.”
“Are we friends?”
“What are you talking about? Of course we’re friends, Bell. Have I done something that would have made you think otherwise?”
He shook his head, she could see his walls come back down before he answered, “No, it’s just…”
“It’s just what, Bell?”
He sighed, “It’s just that at first, you were only hanging around because you were trying to get my firstborn. Your ‘payment,’ remember? Anyway, I just sort of forgot that that was the reason you were around, and just kind of assumed that you saw O and I as friends, or something like that.” His face got red, “I just remembered after you left yesterday that that might not be the case. ‘Cause O wouldn’t shut up about you after you left” he chuckled, “It just clicked that you may not see us like that.”
She had tears swimming in her eyes, “Bell…” she whispered. “I… I can’t believe you’d think that. Bellamy, I love you guys. In all honesty, I forgot about the whole ‘payment, first child’ thing, I’m just here because I want to be, and I thought you guys wanted me here too.”
He cuts her off, “Of course we want you here, Clarke. It’s like I said, O wouldn’t shut up about how much she likes you after coming back from the lake yesterday. She went on and on about how much she wanted you around forever, and how you were the ‘coolest’, which is bull, because you’re such a dork. But no, don’t ever think you’re not welcome here Clarke.”
She was still frowning, “Bellamy, don’t take this the wrong way, but you’ve only talked about how much Octavia wants me here. If you don’t, I’d prefer to know, and I can just pick her up from school sometimes and she can come to my house and I’ll think of something to do with her. I really don’t want to inconvenience you by-”
She was cut off by a pair of warm lips pressing against hers. He was warm and soft and is hand cupped her jaw as he kissed her. He tasted like those sprigs of thyme he was always chewing on. He pulled away almost before she had time to react enough to kiss him back.
His hand was still cupping her jaw when he whispered, “You could never inconvenience me, Princess.”
She opened her eyes to see that his were already open and staring at her. She nodded a little and he pulled away, running the hand that had been on her jaw through his hair as he stood. “I’m gonna go check on…. Yeah” Then he disappeared through the front door.
She brought a had to her lips in shock, she could still feel his lips on her own. She already knew of her feelings for him, but the fact that they were reciprocated, and that she now knew just how good of a kisser he was, made her want another and another and another.
He came back out a few minutes later and sat back down beside her, “So… that happened.”
“Yep.”
He turned to look at her, “Are you pissed at me?”
She scoffed, “No, Bellamy, I’m anything but pissed. I’ve liked you for a while.”
He smiled a little bit and looked down at his feet, “Oh. Well uh, I’ve liked you too. For a while.”
She smiled a small smile too, “Really?” He nodded, then she nodded.
They were silent for a few moments before he finally sighed before saying, “I do like you, Clarke. A lot. I just don’t think that anything can happen just yet. I have Octavia and you’re about to leave for two moons, I just don’t think now is the time.”
She nodded. She couldn’t have denied that the rejection didn’t sting, but he was right. She was about to leave, but she wasn’t just going to be gone for two moons, she was going to be gone for five moons, she just hadn’t had the heart to tell him yet, he always got so sad when she had to go on a trip somewhere (she really should have seen his feelings for her, they were so obvious)
She was about to open her mouth to tell him the truth when he stood abruptly, “So yeah, that’s that. I’m going to bed, you can crash on the couch or, whatever. Yeah…” He scratched the back of his neck, and his eyes wouldn’t quite meet her own, both nervous ticks of his, “Goodnight, Clarke.” He practically ran inside.
She couldn’t stand the thought of waking up there in the morning, and she was also afraid to face him, so she did what she did best, and she ran home.
She should have left a letter, explaining that she was actually going to be gone for five moons, not two. And that this expedition was to find some diamond on some island, and that it could potentially get her killed, but she didn’t.
-/-
It had been six moons since she’d last seen Bellamy Blake. The boat that they had been on had been making remarkable time, to the point where they could have maybe have gotten back in three and a half moons, as opposed to the five they had originally thought, but there had been a storm.
There had been a storm that had totally annihilated their boat, on some uncharted island somewhere, so they had to wait until a boat had come along, and had to flag it down, and it brought them back to the coast they had departed from, which was a day’s ride from Clarke and Bellamy’s village.
Remarkably, Clarke was past all of that, in fact, she was walking up the path to her cottage, when she noticed something peculiar. Her cottage was absolutely spotless. There were no spiderwebs, the garden was kept, everything was shining and clean.
It didn’t surprise her to find a stack of letters on her dining room table when she entered. Upon reading them, she found that he had been coming to her house weekly since she left, just to clean for her.
She read how worried he was when she didn’t come back after two moons, then three, then four. What broke her heart the most, though, was the most recent letter, which was dated two and a half moons ago. In it, he says that he has given up hope of ever seeing her again, that he heard that they had found the wreckage of the boat she had been on, and how he believed her to be dead.
He wrote about how he loved her, and how he had realized that he loved her about two weeks after she left, but that he missed her, and how he knew that she wouldn’t want him to waste his life mourning her, so he had a date for the following friday, even though he was pretty sure he was going to back out. He wrote about how he didn’t want any other girl than his Clarke, than his Princess.
She was full on sobbing by the end. She loved him too. Of course she did. She had figured it out as she walked away that night, it wasn’t that hidden from the surface. She had gotten back quite late, it was nearing high moon, so she had originally planned on waiting until the next morning before going over, but she was out of the door before the paper had touched the floor.
She sprinted over as fast as she could, her heart beating wildly. When she finally arrived, she knew that they would probably both be asleep, so she unlocked the door via her magic, and tip toed through the house, to Bellamy's room.
She opened the door slowly, and her eyes registered before her ears did.
Bellamy was lying on his back, and some girl was moaning on top of him, as she bounced on his dick. He had one hand on the girls waist, the other presumably between her legs.
It took three seconds for Clarkes legs to finally catch up to the signals that her brain was sending, but in those three seconds, she saw Bellamy look over at the door, and his eyes caught hers, and the got almost comically wide, but she turned around and left.
She ran until she reached her house, she slammed the door shut behind her and immediately crumbled against it, slouching down until she was curled up on the ground with her back to the door.
It wasn’t a full minute later before she heard him run up to the door and start banging his fist against it, “Clarke! Clarke, please! Please tell me you’re in there! Please tell me that it wasn’t just something my mind made up because of guilt. Please, Clarke, please!”
She silently stood and wiped her face, leaning her forehead against the door as he was knocking.
He started to run out of steam a while later, and right before she thought he was about to leave, she opened the door.
He had been crying. That was the first thing she noticed. He had tear tracks running all down his face. It was the first time she’d ever seen him cry.
He looked up as the door opened and his face lit up like a fucking christmas tree, “Clarke, thank god.” He moved to hug her.
She took a half-step back, “Listen Bellamy, I just need some time. I read the letters you left, and-” She sighed “and I love you too. But I just need some time. I know that you thought that I was dead, and I know that you were trying to do what I thought was best, but… I just came back from an expedition gone wrong, and the first thing I wanted to do was to run into your arms and tell you that I loved you too, but you were fucking some other girl and dammit Bell, that hurt. Just give me a few days, please.”
He nodded once and started to turn, apparently thinking better of it because he turned around and quickly kissed her cheek, “I have all the time in the world.” he whispered.
Then he pulled away and, without a second glance, started the walk back to his cottage.
-/-
It had been four days since that night. Four days since she’d seen him. She’d seen Octavia, but that was only because she had come racing over the next morning, screaming about how happy she was to see her, and ‘please forgive Bell, that was the first time he’d actually followed through with plans with a girl, and it just so happened that that was the time that she came home’ and ‘can we have a sleepover right away?’
But Clarke had decided that four days was enough. She missed him. She missed him like you didn’t know you could miss someone. Yes, she had missed him on her journey, but now, he was just minutes away, and the only thing keeping them from each other was herself. It was like missing a limb.
She made the journey over to their cottage, and they were both in the front yard, him working on one of the columns holding up the roof, her gardening. Octavia saw her first, and immediately made up some excuse about needing to go to town right now, and quickly hugged her brother before getting on their horse and leaving in the direction of the village.
He looked up with a quizzical expression before his eyes landed on Clarke. They were still until any sounds of Octavia were long gone, until Clarke finally continued walking up the path and went straight to sit on the porch swing, the same place as before.
He sat down next to her and they were quiet for a while. She was the one to break the silence, “So, hey. I know that this situation is really sucky, but I say we just forget what happened four days ago, and just start again, as if I just came back today. What do you think?”
He nodded once, twice. Then got up and went inside, shutting the door behind him.
She sat there in shock, not quite understanding what just happened, when he came back outside, and said “Clarke! You’re back! I’ve missed you so much!”
She was about to make fun of him for his horrifying acting skills, when he crossed the porch and cradled her face in both of his hands, leaning over to kiss her where she sat on the swing.
She brought a hand up to the back of his neck and pulled him closer, moaning a little bit into the kiss. He nipped her lip once before breaking away and resting his forehead against hers. “I love you, Clarke Griffin.
She pulled away and looked him in the eyes, “And I love you, Bellamy Blake.”
He smiled as though Christmas had come early and leaned down and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her, despite her protests, all the way to his bedroom, where he unceremoniously dropped her on the bed.
He put his knees on either side of hers and she leaned up to meet him halfway as he leaned down to kiss her. He had an arm bracing himself, and the other on her waist, before he pulled away, abruptly breaking their kiss, “Is this too fast? Do you want to wait?” he whispered.
She smiled and caressed the side of his face, “I think we’ve waited long enough, I’m done waiting.”
He smiled and kissed her again.
-/-
“Come on, Princess. Come on. You’ve got this. You’re so strong, I love you so much babe, just a little longer. Now push.”
She wanted to rip his face off. After all, it was his fault she was in this much pain. It had been six years since they had met, five since they got together, and two since they had gotten married. She even had the ring on her finger to prove it, but right now, the only thing that ring was doing was digging into her other fingers as she squeezed her husband's hand.
But with one final push, all of the pain was over. She was exhausted, all she wanted to do was sleep, but first she had to meet her daughter.
The healer cleaned and wrapped the girl, before handing her to Bellamy. Bellamy looked down at the small bundle in his arms with more care and love and awe than she had seen him look at anything with. He finally brought their daughter over to meet her and carefully transferred her to Clarke’s arms.
Neither of them said a word as they both sat in silent awe of their daughter.
“Hey Clarke?”
“Hmm?”
He bumped her shoulder with his own, “Here’s your payment in full.”
It took her a moment to understand what he meant, but when she finally did, she looked up at him to see him smirking down at her. She laughed gently and whispered, “It was a pleasure doing business with you.”
“I look forward to many future correspondences.” He responded.
She rolled her eyes, but deep down, she knew that more would come, probably sooner rather than later.
And that they did.
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Is Love Enough (part 6- angst finale)
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Summary: You try to adjust to life in captivity and make some difficult decisions.
A/N: This is the angsty finale. There is an alternative fluffy finale as well because I couldn’t decide which way to go; so I wrote both. Sue me. (Pls don’t, I have no money) Master tag list is at the end; let me know if you’d like to be added.
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“Dean. Sam.” Crowley spoke through you. “Thank you for meeting me. I’m sorry it took so long for me to contact you.”
“Sorry?!” Dean spat. “You hear that Sam? She’s sorry! Sorry for what, Y/N? For disappearing? Letting us, letting Cas, worry that you were dead? Then you just call one day, ready to reconcile? What the hell so going on?! You know that wasn’t Cas on the roof, right? It was a spell.”
“Dean. I didn’t come here to explain my absence. I’ve moved on. I’m happy now.” You internally cringed at the words Crowley was making you say. “I’ve found someone that can actually protect me from that psychopath.”
“Y/N, you don’t mean that.” Sam spoke softly. “You’ve got to believe us. Cas would never hurt you, ever. He loves you.” He held out his arms, beckoning you to come closer to hug him. “We love you, we miss you.”
Crowley knew it would be too suspicious if you didn’t hug him, so he had you start to close the gap. He stopped abruptly when he saw their faces harden and heard a familiar voice echo behind him. “Crowley!” Castiel bellowed. “I warned you.”
Crowley had you spin around to face Castiel. “She’s chosen me, Cas. Just cut your losses and move on.”
“She would never choose you!” Castiel yelled as he began to advance toward you.
“I’d be careful there,” Crowley spoke, holding up your finger, causing Castiel to stop moving. “You hurt me? You hurt her. Look, I know it’s hard for you to understand. But she’s agreed to be my queen and we will raise our daughter together. And, well, being an only child is so lonely. So, she will bear at a sibling. Half demon this time, of course.”
He twisted your face into a wicked smile as your screamed inside your own head. “That wasn’t the deal Crowley!”
“Well, this has been fun.” Crowley mused. “Ta-Ta.”
Suddenly you were back in your room/ jail cell and had regained control of your body. You slumped on the floor and sobbed at being back in captivity.
Crowley stooped down next to you. “Well, that was unpleasant. Don’t waste your tears, Love. I will make you happy here. You’ll forget all about them.” He placed a kiss on the top of your head to soothe you, but it only made you sob harder.
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Living as Queen of Hell eventually got easier, to a degree. You gave birth to your perfect daughter, Lydia, and loved nothing more than to stare into her familiarly blue eyes. She became your entire world and keeping her safe was your only concern.
Crowley was surprisingly gentle with Lily. You hadn’t expected that. As much as he seemed to feel love for her, he still mainly talked about her potential power as she few older.
You knew you could never trust Crowley, but you needed him to think you did. You hated yourself for it, but you finally relented and invited him to your bed. After the first time, he seemed to trust your loyalty more and more everyday.
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Sam and Dean never fully gave up looking for you, but without any reliable leads there wasn’t much they could do. They took on small hunts and then larger hunts until they were back into their normal routine.
Castiel never gave up, it wasn’t in his nature to do so. He interrogated and smited thousands of demons to try to find where Crowley was keeping you and his daughter. He moved on to humans that made deals and even angels that had worked with Crowley. No one seemed to know anything or died to keep the information safe.
He’d speak to Sam and Dean on ocassion, but he spent most of his days alone chastising himself for not keeping you safe. His mind would wander to thoughts of his daughter. He never met her, but he could feel her. It was the only thing that kept him sane. As long as he could feel her power grow, he knew she was ok.
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It was on Lydia’s 3rd birthday that you finally got the break you were waiting for. Crowley was going to let you take your daughter to a park; a real park. Of course, you’d have a demon escort you. But getting the angel blade from them and killing them wasn’t a hard feat to accomplish.
You knew you would have a lot of time, so you immediately stole a car and drove as fast as you could to the bunker.
You were amazed you made it without Crowley finding you. For the first time in over 3 years, you thought you might be safe.
You were disappointed to find the bunker empty. The boys must have been on a hunt. Your room was just as you had left it. You smiled, noticing it wasn’t even dusty. It was as though the boys wanted it kept nice for your return.
Laying Lydia down on your bed, she started to wake up slightly. “Mama, where Papa?” Pain always shot through your heart when she asked for Crowley. He wasn’t her father, but she didn’t know any better.
“He’s working sweetheart, go back to sleep.” You ran your fingers through he hair as she fell back asleep on your old bed.
As soon as she was out, you found a spare cell phone and hoped Castiels contact info was up to date in it.
You almost sobbed when you heard a familiar, gravely voice pick up. “Dean, I’m busy. What do you need?” You heard what sounded like muffled screaming in the background.
“…Cas?” your voice was barely above a whisper. And there was a long pause on the line. “Cas, Baby, it’s me, Y/N.”
His voice was shaky. “Y/N… are you hurt? Where are you?”
“I’m safe. We’re safe. We’re at the bunker.” You tried to speak as level as possible, but it was proving to be difficult. “Baby, please hurry. I… God… I love you so much. I’ve missed you.”
“I’m already in my way. I… I missed you too. I love you. I’ll be there in 2 hours.” He wanted so much for this to be real, but worried it was Crowley trying to trick him.
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You fell asleep next to your daughter when you heard Castiel calling your name. You ran out to greet him. Seeing him felt so surreal after all these years apart. You almost had to pinch yourself.
You slowed when you saw that he had stopped moving and his face was covered in shock. “It’s really me, Cas. I promise.”
You had never seen him or any other angel cry before, but you saw tears fill his eyes. “I know. I… I’m so sorry.”
You ran the rest of the way and caressed his cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen. “It’s not your fault….”
He pulled you in tightly and buried his face in your hair. “I should have protected you. I should have been able to find you. And now…? You’re here, you’re safe. But, the things you had to endure…” He pulled back to look you in the eyes with a pained expression as he moved his hand to your stomach. “The things you’ll still have to endure? You don’t deserve it.”
You continued to cry and were confused by his words. “I’m home. I’m safe, Cas, there’s nothing else I have to endure.”
He let out a shaky breath. “Yes, my love, you do. I should have found you sooner. Before he could lay his hands on you.”
You felt a rush of guilt come over you for doing what you needed to gain Crowleys trust. “I’m sorry, Cas. I… I didn’t have a choice. Please… fuck, please don’t hate me for that.”
He cupped your face and stared at you again. “You misunderstand. I know you did what you needed to in order to survive and protect our daughter. I’d never hate you. I love you.” He kissed you briefly and it was the most beautiful feeling you felt in years.
When he pulled away, his painful expression retuned. “You don’t know yet, do you?”
You looked at him with your face covered in concern. “Know what, Cas? You’re starting to scare me.”
Another tear slipped down his cheek. “You're… pregnant again. I’d say, about 10 weeks.”
You felt your stomach drop and you thought you were going to be sick. You only regained your composure when you heard a small voice. “Mama?”
You spun around and smiled at her. “Hey sweetheart. Come here, I want you to meet someone.”
She approached hesitantly and stared at Castiel. He stooped down to her level and smiled, trying his hardest to keep himself composed. He had been waiting for this day for 3 long years and he couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
You pulled Lydia into a hug, the turned her towards Castiel. “Honey, this is a very good friend of mine and he’s been waiting your whole life to meet you. This is Castiel.”
As soon as you said his name, the weary smile on her face dropped. She screamed and buried her face into your chest. “Noo!! Mama, he bad!! Papa said he bad!!”
You saw the pain flash across Castiels face, but he knew it was best to let Lydia calm down. So he moved away and let you bring her back to your room.
You sat in your bed with Lydia and thoroughly explained that Castiel was not a bad man, that he was a good man and you loved him. You knew it was too early to tell her the truth about Crowley, it would crush her little heart. But she needed to understand that Castiel loved her, even more than Crowley ever could. You told her how much you loved her and held her tight as she fell asleep. Before leaving the room, you whispered “I love you so much, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”
You found Castiel sitting in the library with his head in his hands. “She thinks I’m a monster. My own daughter; she thinks Crowley is her father and that I’m going to hurt her.”
“Cas… I…” you stumbled over your words. You had no idea how to fix this. “She’s young, Cas. She won’t even remember him. She’ll know you’re her real father and that you love her.”
You wrapped your arms around him as he sat there and laid your head on the back of his shoulder. “I know things aren’t perfect, but it will work out. I know you’ll protect her.”
You bottom lip trembled when you realized you needed to tell him your plan. He wouldn’t like it, but it was the only way to keep Lydia safe. “Cas… I don’t have a lot of time. Only a few hours. Just promise me, you’ll keep her safe.”
He turned to face you. “Of course, I’ll keep you both safe. I promise.”
You let your tears fall down your cheeks. “No, Cas. You don’t get it. I.. If I stay, he will come looking. He won’t stop. He has an army of demons and more resources that you could ever have. He needs to think something happened to her. He’ll only believe it if I go back without her.” You put your head down and sighed deeply. “With implanted memories that we were attacked by angels and she… didn’t make it.”
He stared at you, horrified by your words. “You can’t do that! I lost you for 3 years, you can’t make me lose you again!” He pulled you tightly against him, like you’d float away if he let go. “Your daughter, our daughter needs you. I need you.”
You tried to console him, even though you knew it wouldn’t really work. “Cas. I know you believe that. She will have you and you will have her. She will never be safe if Crowley knows she’s alive. And now… we’ll, if you knew I was pregnant, so does he. I have no choice, he’d never believe she was dead unless I went back to him without her.”
He buried his face in your hair again and choked back tears. “Please don’t make me do this. I can’t let you go back there. Please.”
“You know this is what needs to be done, Cas. She’s more important than us. I know it’s not fair, but life isn’t fair.” You ran your fingers through his hair, surprised at how calm you were feeling. “Sometimes we have to make shitty decision and sacrifices for the ones we love. And sometimes… sometimes love itself just isn’t enough.”
He pulled back and kissed you again, this time much more desperately. You wrapped your arms around him tightly and relished in this brief moment where you could pretend everything would be ok.
You pulled back from him. “It’s time, Cas. I’m sure he’s already got half of hell out looking for us.”
He pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re stronger than anyone I know. I will get you back, I don’t care how long it takes. I love you.”
You smiled, “I love you too Cas. Tell Lydia… that’s her name, Lydia. Tell her everyday how much I love her.”
“Lydia. I like that. I’ll tell her.” He pressed his lips to your forehead and filled your mind with the awful sight of being attacked by an angel and losing Lydia. Tears streamed down both your faces and he sent you to a gas station to call Crowley, with no recollection of going to the bunker.
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The first few months with Lydia were hard. She constantly cried for you and Crowley. Castiel remained patient with her and let her learn on her own that he loved her and would never hurt her.
As she grew older, she started calling him Daddy and asked for Crowley and you less and less. He kept his promise and reminded her every morning when she woke up and every night before she went to bed, that you loved her more than anything. That you would be there with her in a heartbeat if you could, and one day you’d come home to her.
It wasn’t the life he was supposed to have; it wasn’t perfect by any means, but he had his little girl to care for. He missed you every day, but Lydia helped keep the pain to a dull ache. She loved him, he loved her, and she was safe; in the ends that’s all that mattered at the moment.
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ignore me pls
Just an emotional rambling I needed to get out. pls ignore, I’ll probably hate having written this in a few hours anyway
I’m just so so so so so fucking sick of my feelings tbh. I’m sick of having spent my teenage years just trying to get by and not living because I hated my body, didn’t know my romantic/sexual orientation which inevitably led to (very few but) unfulfilling relationships that always made me question why I couldn’t just develop feelings for boys like my peers could (but at the same time not having or better realizing my female crushes and always writing them off as jealousy etc.) I remember crying because I just wanted to experience what it’s like to truly care about someone but never being able to. I always ended up hurting them because I started feeling caged by lying about my feelings, because when it was the boy who ended up getting hurt I felt safe because I wasn’t the one risking anything (a fucked up concept I got into my head when my dad cheated on my mom when I was 11 and I swore and I’d never let anyone get close enough to hhurt me). But then I got older and realized that my lonelyness was a weird mixture of very different reasons.
When highschool got hard and I struggled both academically and mentally I was mostly isolated from anyone who weren’t my close friends or classmates (whom I wasn’t close to and would’ve never hung out with, they just weren’t my crowd) and even then our contact was pretty much restricted to school. I knew I liked girls but I think the concept of acting and thinking about that outside of drunkenly kissing my bff at parties was way to consuming at that time. I don’t even know if I was scared. I don’t know why I never looked up lgbt content until I was 19/20. the only explaination I have to this day is that it just didn’t occure to me that my unhappiness could be fixed by figuring this part of myself out. It felt way too huge to even consider. I mean there has to be a reason why I only started to think about it when I was close to graduating and the summer after.
Anyways, I feel like I spent my teenage years working through all this emotional bullshit and now that I feel ready and I know what I want and need it seems impossibly far to get.
And that’s really fucking depressing me right now. In the two years that I’ve been out I got more crushes then I ever had in my entire life. But with that also more disappointments and thinking “Do I really have a crush or am I just lonely?” I honestly don’t know.
I hate the fact that I care so much about finding someone to be romantically involved in, hate that I feel like a freak when I spent time with my family (aka my mom/dad and brother/his gf who’ve been dating for years), I hate the fact that my mom always gets her hopes up when I tell her about a queer girl I met, hate the fact that she normalized the emotional detachment to your boyfriend to the point where I didn’t know mine was for a completely different reason,
Mostly, I just really fucking hate being gay sometimes
I’m sick of watching my friends built lives with their signifcant others while I’ve never had a single meaningful relationship.
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So it’s been a few minutes since I wrote this and I already feel better. These feelings have just built up inside me in the last few days and it really gnawed at me. It just needed to get out so I can go on without the baggage now (at least for a while)
Ignore the spelling and grammar, this is an emotional rant and I don’t care if there are mistakes rn.
#my feelings being dumb#pls don't reblog this#if my feelings were a person I'd punch them in the face
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