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cherry-leclerc · 4 months

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all i ever asked ☆ cl16

genre: tiny bit of childhood fluff, angst, childhood bestiesss, yearning

word count: 1.1k

There can only be room for two individuals on Valentine’s Day.

cherry here!... quick req, but my gift to you - HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY :)

inspired by this !

Forever and more, Charles promises as he wraps the flower ring he just made for you around your finger. That’s how long I’ll love for because I’m going to marry you when we grow older. Just you wait and see.

That’s impossible, you retort. We’re only 6. Years from now you’re going to forget all about me. Like that time you forgot my Valentine’s Day card!

He gasps sarcastically, shoulders drooping.

It’ll be different. Pinky swear.

They’ve all told you the exact same thing: You need to learn how to get to places on time. Especially if it’s something important.

Like the time you left buying Lando’s birthday cake for the last minute and showed up two hours late. Or when you promised George you would fix up a romantic setting for him and Carmen for their third year anniversary.

And somehow, Charles was always there with you. He was the one who called the bakery as you pressed on the gas, dirty curses ringing through the air. He was the one who woke up at the rise of dawn to help you buy roses and champagne. It was just always him.

Which is why you could never - ever - make him wait.

“Wine?” the waitress politely offers as you nod. “It might help with the nerves, no?”

You smile sheepishly. “Is it that obvious?”

The girl shrugs with a sweet giggle. “We’re all a bit jittery on Valentine’s Day, but hopefully your significant other shows up soon, if not someone else will slide in and try to impress you.”

“Oh,” you laugh anxiously. “No, I…I don’t think so.” As soon as she leaves, the Monegasque rushes in, panting as if he just ran a 5k. You’re here? You wince. “I was able to get out early. Happy Valentine's Day by the way.”

A lopsided grin stretches across his lips. “Happy Valentine's Day.” A second ticks by before he abruptly hands you a red box. “I hope you like it.”

“Is it a mud cake?”

“First of all, I was 8. Second of all, I have a feeling this might be a whole lot better.”

Giddy with excitement, you rip the wrapping paper as his knee jerks up and down with anticipation. Shining back at you is a stunning gold bracelet, dainty - just the way you like it. He knows that. What’s wrong? Blinking rapidly, you shake your head as you snap the box shut. “Nothing.” Green eyes connect to yours. “I love it.”

With slight hesitance, he takes a sip of the red wine. “I knew you would.”

You don’t really remember when flower rings turned into high end jewelry. You don’t really remember when he stopped showing up, suddenly busy. The blossom rings were never the neatest, but you loved them as if they were. It proved to you that he spent time carving something simply because he wanted to. The gems only told you he walked into a store and picked the first one that caught his eye.

“Since we’re already here…”

Your stomach drops, butterflies exploring your insides. This was it. This was the moment you saw coming from the moment he met her. His lips are moving but you’re not there. You feel pathetic when you feel yourself nodding along like an idiot. Why? Where did all his promises lie now?

She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, he swooned as Pierre chuckled. It just makes sense. She makes me feel things I never knew existed. I’m going to get married to her, you’ll see.

“Charlotte-”

It’s as if someone punched you, leaving you like a wounded deer. His face pales - you’ve never been the kind to be able to hide your disappointment. He just never thought it would ever be aimed towards him.

“You know she loves you, right?” he questions eagerly as tears fill up your round eyes. What’s the purpose of you telling me that? The Monegasque winces. “But things have been getting out of control. You’ve seen the tabloids. They’re calling me a cheater. Fuck. They’re probably going to run with this meet up.”

You flinch. “You called me.”

“I know, I know I did, but I had to see you. This has always been our day.” A wet sob escapes past your puffy lips, hand immediately going in to muffle them. Even after everything, his reputation was always your priority. Red rimmed eyes check to see if anyone’s noticed as you tug your brows with a hurt look.

“Used to be.”

Charles stiffens, but continues nonetheless. “She suggested we stop seeing each other. Only for a while until everything dies down.” He tries to reach across the table towards you but you only scoot back further. You loved him - you always would. Which is what made things worse because you knew what he saw was a temporary thing, you viewed a formal goodbye.

“Is this what you want?” you whisper meekly, shaky hands clutching onto the red box. He exhales.

“Charlotte is who I want.”

It was obvious from the beginning, but you foolishly dreamt about the unobtainable. You would’ve given it all up. You’d be the last one to let go of the rope if that meant he’d stay a part of your daily life. The one that needed him in it.

The brunette looks away. “She’s my wife. I have to do this for her.” A beat. “But you’re my best friend. No one could ever change that.”

Everything felt like a fleeting moment when it came to him. His words held onto their end until he decided it wasn’t convenient enough anymore. It only would have been so much longer until he really hit you with the harsh reality - all good things must come to an end.

But you just couldn’t find the strength to hate him, even after everything. You hated that he was the only man you could ever picture loving because it was just so easy to do.

“I have feelings, too, Charles.” His eyes narrow, staggered breath hitching. “It’s my fault.”

“No.” Large hands press against his lap as he taps anxiously. “Don’t ever think like that.”

With a sad whimper, you finally let yourself reach for his hand as he rapidly does the same. “You were so sweet when we were kids.” A wet laugh makes him lighten up. “But we’re not kids anymore and your sweetness belongs to someone else now.”

He could feel you slipping away and he doesn’t know why he’s surprised. He should’ve persisted with Charlotte to not be so cruel, to understand that you were a large factor of his life. How could you not be? You always traveled with him for karting, even if that just got you in deep trouble with your parents. You were the first to congratulate him when he got his F1 seat, something he had worked so hard for. Rosy lips form a thin line before curling into a forced smile.

“And I’ve accepted it.”

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ahgasegotarmy116 · 7 months

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Do it for Him | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You and your husband can't conceive but you will do everything in your power to make it possible to pacify his father's wishes. Little did you know your father in law is a little too willing to help. Pairing: fem!reader x Father in Law Jungkook Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: Yändere, and manipulation into cheating and explicit language. a/n: This is my first time writing something like this so I'm not really sure how I did. There's gonna be a part two for sure so this is more like the introduction part of the Yandere aspect and setting up the plot. And a special thanks to @coralmusicblaze for the request <3

"Wait please, let's talk about this" I say running down the stairs after my husband. "You heard the doctor yourself, we can't have children" he rushes to say but decides to stop in his tracks, his back to me still. "They didn't say we can't, they just said it would be more difficult. There are still options available to us" I say hoping to reassure him.

"First I'm a shit son for wanting to marry someone I love instead of marrying for money" he says bitterly looking towards me. "A now I'm an even worse son because I can't 'continue the family line' so his corporate empire can continue or whatever the fuck he talks about" he says as he continues to beat himself up about something that isn't even his fault.

"We'll work through this. We can keep trying and we will continue going to the doctor to see if they can help as well okay?" I say rubbing his arm. "It'll all be okay as long as we stick together" I say holding the side of his face softly encouraging him to look at me. "Okay?" I question, waiting for his agreement.

He looks in my eyes, seeing my dedication to him and he nods his head, whispering a quick okay before placing a soft kiss on my lips. "Everything will work out, I promise" I say wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him close to me and he returns it right away, holding me in a firm embrace until the car pulls around, the driver opening the door for us.

"Where are we going?" I ask, seeing that we've missed the turn to go home. "We have to go tell my parents" he says with a clenched jaw. "What? Now? We only just found out, shouldn't we at least take some time to think about this?" I ask concerned with what might happen if we tell them while he's still in a vulnerable state of mind. "I would rather just get it over with so they won't pester us about it anymore. Let's just tell them that we're having trouble conceiving and we're going to go to a doctor to see if they can help. That way the blame can't be put on either of us" he reasons and I nod my head in agreement.

"Hey" he says grabbing my hand making me look up at him. "You know I love you right?" he says and runs his thumb along my knuckles. I nod my head and give him a tight lipped smile, putting up a strong front for him. Truth is, this is just as upsetting for him as it is for me, if not more. No one wants to admit that they need help with something that is supposed to happen naturally, between a man and woman that love each other. A child made with love...

"So basically your dick doesn't work" Mr. Jeon says, not pulling any punches. "Honey please" Mrs. Jeon says, trying to reign him back in which helps a bit. "My dick works just fine" my husband says ultimately taking on a defensive stance against his father. "First you beg me to give you my blessing to marry her, and now after all of that you're not able to do the one thing that I am asking you to do for our family. We need an heir to inherit the company and I want to see that happen now" his father says standing up and walking out of his office that we all had gathered in. "Let me talk to him" my mother in law says with a pained expression, "No, it's fine I'll go" I say standing up and giving her a kiss on the cheek telling her not to worry.

"I'm not interested in a lecture about the children" my father in law says with his back turned to me, clearly thinking it was his wife who has come to reason with him. "I'm not interested in doing that either" I say walking closer to him where he is standing on his balcony, over looking the city. He turns to face me and takes in my form for a little longer than I had hoped he would, his eyes dragging up my figure, lingering on my chest before turning back around. "I'm sorry you had to see that" he says not bothering to spare me a second glance.

I decide to walk up to the railing next to him and take in the view as well, breathing in the fresh air and trying to regain some sense of peace before I try speaking again. "It's his fault isn't it?" he questions, still looking out at the scene in front of him. "It isn't anyone's fault" I say mirroring his posture. "It has to be someone's fault" he says, upset that no one wants to tell him the truth. "It's funny, you both put up such a fight to be together and it turns out you aren't as compatible as you thought you were" he laughs bitterly, pushing himself off the railing and turning to walk back inside.

"That's not fair, it's not our fault" I call after him. "Life's not fair sweetheart. Get used to it" he says and closes the door behind him. I let out a sigh and turn back toward the city and look up at the sky, trying to clear my thoughts and hold back the tears that I can feel are moments away from falling. "Hey" my husband says, placing his hand on the small of my back making me jump not realizing that he had already come to find me.

"How did it go?" he questions softly and when I go to open my mouth in response only a soft whimper comes out, now finally feeling my heart start to crack while tears stream down my face. "Come here" he says wrapping his arms around me, pulling me in as close as he can while I start sobbing into his chest, not being able to hold it in anymore. "It's okay baby, it's okay" he says softly coaxing the tears out of me. "We'll figure it out just like you said" he whispers and I nod showing him that I haven't lost hope. I guess at the end of the day, I'm not as strong as I thought I was.

"How long are you going to be gone?" I question him as he finishes packing up a suitcase for his business trip. "Only a few weeks" he says as if it's nothing. "Weeks? What about the doctor? What about me? What about-" I ramble but am cut off by his lips on mine. "It's already all taken care of" he whispers against my lips and rubs his nose against mine before pulling back to continuing packing.

"You talked to the doctor already?" I question and he nods his head. "Yep he says things are looking good and he's hopeful that we'll be able to conceive soon. We could even conceive now if you want to try" he says turning back around, drinking me in before pulling my body flush against his and giving a few light kisses on my neck already making me breathless from his touch on my sensitive skin. "How much longer until you're done?" I say trying to keep my mind straight. "Give me five minutes" he says and comes back up to give me a urgent kiss before running back and getting a few more things.

"Text me when you land" I say walking up to the car while the driver places his bags in the trunk. "Of course" he says giving me one more kiss full of longing, making me not want to let him go. He pulls back a few moments later and nudges his nose against mine again before pulling away. "I love you" he says softly and rubs his thumb over the dark purple hickey he gave me on my neck, one to 'remember him by' as he had said proudly while I tried to scold him.

"Don't take a test until I come back okay?" he says turning towards me one more time before getting in. "I won't" I laugh and shake my head at him while he gets in the car. "Bye" he says rolling down the window to give me one last goodbye before the driver pulls out of the driveway. I wave and watch as the car goes down the street until it turns the corner. "Be safe" I whisper under my breath and go back inside.

After closing the door I head back into our bedroom and look down at my phone seeing a missed call from my father in law but he didn't bother leaving a message. He never calls me and since our last interaction wasn't the best I have no idea why he would even bother getting in touch with me now.

"Y/n" he says simply when he picks up my call. "Yes?" I say waiting for him to get on with what was so important that it required a personal call from him. "Has my son left for the airport yet?" he questions and I'm curious as to why he would be asking me that instead of him. "Uh yeah he just left a few minutes ago" I say deciding to forward the information anyways. "Great, I need to speak to you about something, in person" he says which confuses me even more. "Why can't you just tell me now?" I question.

"This is a personal matter and I would prefer it if we could just talk about it privately and have a civil conversation" he says and now that I take note of the background noise I can tell that he's probably in the car. "Okay that's fine" I concede without much of a fight and he tells he'll be there soon and hangs up without another word. I would prefer to avoid all conflicts with him since he's already not too fond of me to begin with but I might as well not give him another reason to be upset with me.

"Hello" I say opening the front door for him and he walks in like I am simply 'the help' letting him into his own home and makes his way over to my husband's office. 'Sure make yourself at home' I think to myself and roll my eyes at him while closing the front door. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?" I question walking in with my arms crossed in front of my chest and leaning against the doorframe. "Y/n please sit down. I promise, I mean no harm" he says in the softest tone I've ever heard come out of his mouth which leaves me furrowing my brown and doing as he says, being caught off guard by his demeanor.

"I wanted to discuss something with you" he says sitting on my husbands chair behind his desk. "So you said" I say lifting a brow at him. He's not usually one to mince words or beat around the bush, an example being the last interaction we had in person. "Why is it that you can't conceive?" he ask, coming back to his normal self somewhat but keeping that softer tone still. "I don't think I'm obligated to tell you that" I say simply, keeping my walls up despite his sudden change of character.

"I just wanted to know if this is a situation that I can somehow...remedy" he says putting a strange emphasis on the end. "Meaning?" I question, not fully understanding what he could possibly mean by that. Or more like, I hope his thought process isn't just as twisted as mine is. "Well if the burden is on my family, mainly on my son then wouldn't it make sense that we would be the ones to help solve this problem?" he says standing up and walking around the desk to lean on it in front of me, still at somewhat of an appropriate distance.

"Right" I say waiting for him to get to the point. "And seeing as I'm the one who is desperately awaiting an heir, shouldn't I be the one who is putting in the most effort find a solution?" he says never breaking eye contact. "Mr. Jeon what are you trying to say?" I say sitting upright in the chair, my body language showing clear discomfort. "Don't call me that" he says lowering his voice an octave catching me off guard and almost sending a current running up my spine.

"What should I call you?" I say crossing one leg over the other, shifting around, suddenly feeling warm under his gaze. "By my name, or would you prefer something else?" he says with an eyebrow raised. "I would prefer to call you Mr. Jeon" I say in defiance, continuing to keep my walls up. "I guess that's fine, as long as you remember that it's me you're referring to" he says bending at the waist to meet me at eye level.

"Referring to while what?" I ask feeling my heart rate pick up with this new proximity. "While I do what my son should've been able to do in the first place" he says looking down at my lips for a moment before straightening back up, providing me room to breathe again. "Mr. Jeon I think you should leave" I say after clearing my through and getting up to walk out of the room but before I'm able to get far he holds me back by my wrist, pulling me towards him.

"There's no need to run sweetheart, we're just talking" he says and brushes my hair out of my face that had been moved out of place by his sudden movements. "I'm not running" I say through clenched teeth trying to stand firm though I feel my defenses crumble with every honey coated word that drips from his lips, leaving me conflicted. "Good, then why don't you sit back down for me." he says and gently guides me back by my waist to do as he suggested.

"Let's just say this, I have a proposition for you" he says leaning back on the desk again. "There's nothing to propose, your son is my husband" I say trying to show him how crazy this all is. "I am aware" he says plainly waiting for my further reasons to decline his offer. "Shouldn't that be reason enough?" I question, not understanding how he doesn't see how sick and twisted this arrangement is that he is proposing.

"You duty to your husband is to always want the best for him correct? To do anything to make him happy? Don't you think that he would be happy coming home from his long trip away to find you pregnant with his child?" he says circling around the chair I'm in, dragging his finger along the back of it and stopping to rest his hand on my shoulder. "But it wouldn't be his child" I say looking up at him which was a huge mistake as his gaze has got me feeling breathless from the intensity. Pupils dilated and eyes forever trained on my entire existence, tracing every curve with his eyes, desperate to see what is hidden underneath everything I'm wearing.

"He doesn't have to know that. He would share his DNA, and that's good enough for me" he says brushing it off. "Well then why don't you and your wife have another child?" I question, "Then he can take over when my husband retires. They would be the same age anyway if I were to have a child now" I say quickly offering a solution. "Haven't you always wanted to be a mother? Have a child to call your own?" he questions now holding my jaw in place, maintaining eye contact.

"Yes" I say now nervous from the intimate contact. "And my son has always wanted to be a father no? He knows it would take a lot of pressure off everyone once you do have a child right? I would pull back and we would have our heir. Don't you want that?" he questions. "Not like this" I whisper barely holding on, the last of my defenses finally diminished. "Do it for him. No one has to know I promise." he says, rubbing his thumb against my bottom lip.

"But I love him" I say, my eyes welling up with tears, knowing that I don't have the fight in me to stop this anymore. "And you're doing this because you love him" he says closing our proximity and bringing his lips close enough to touch but holds back for a second. "It's your call" he says and waits for me to take the next move 'I'm so sorry' I think to myself, begging for my husband's forgiveness and close my eye while also closing the distance between us.

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kissitbttr · 1 month

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a sweet moment of frat!miguel and muñeca that we rarely get to see

to miguel, relationships are complex.

he’s not built for one and never meant to. the idea of having to commit to one person when he still wants to have fun sounds like a real torture. the constant clinging and demands of going out on dates just enough to make him scowl. like what’s the point of it all? spending money on gifts or valentines dates just seem to be a waste of time.

until she entered the picture. gone were the days where his money were spent on booze and gears.

now, he’s having the ultimate pleasure of spoiling his girlfriend, walking her to classes, stay during cheerleading practice and begging her to stay over at the frat house. all that he did out of consciousness,

even curating the image of what their wedding would look like in the future.

yeah. that much.

the couple decides to have a small picnic at the campus park during their free period. whereas the rest of the students are busy with studying and walking from building to building, these two lovers find the spare time to be with each other.

“i love hibiscus flowers. they’re pretty” muñeca mentions, laying on her side with palm supporting the head. “sunflowers too—much better than a rose”

miguel fixes himself a smile upon his beautiful girlfriend, deciding to mirror her action by laying on his side as well. “how abouut cake flavor, cariño?”

she looks over at him and the sight is making her drool. the shirt that he’s sporting compliments his rippling muscles, not to mention the few unbuttons at the top showcasing a bit of his chest hair and gold chain around the neck.

“are you going somewhere with this?” she questions with a smile, seeing him shrug,

“just asking” he replies, eyes staring intently into hers. “i want to know what my girl likes—because if she mentions vanilla then i’m out”

muñeca giggles, head shaking at the ridiculous assumption. “i would never!” miguel grins even wider hearing the sound of that laugh. “i love red velvet—and anything fruit infused desserts”

he nods, making a mental note on that one. “what if I prefer chocolates?”

“then we can have both” she answers casually, hand sneaking through its way towards the slope of his calloused one. “chocolates and raspberries are good combo, anyway—not white or milk chocolates though. dark is the way”

“that’s my girl” miguel praises, his thumb drawing circles around her skin. “i love this dress on you, by the way—wear it often”

“you say that pretty much about everything i wear miggy!” she smiles, kissing his jaw. “you’re biased”

“is it my fault that my girlfriend looks good in everything?” he asks as if he’s proving his innocence, tightening the hold of his hand around hers, “got the prettiest girl on campus by my side and there’s no way i’m missing the chance to let her know how hot she is”

her cheeks warm at the compliment, looking down momentarily to hide the large grin that’s threatening to break through, “you just want to fuck me” it’s a joke,

“is it working?” he jokes back with a raised eyebrow, earning himself a punch on the shoulder making him grunt and laugh, “caray, ma!—you sure got some strength in you”

“thanks to my handsome linebacker’s workout routine” she winks, curling a loose hair around his forehead,

“put me in a headlock next, i beg of you” he says, and she can’t tell if he’s really joking or serious but she wouldn’t be surprised if it was the latter,

“ugh! you’re so unserious sometimes!”

they both share a laugh after. “okay back to question number—five!” he picks a chocolate covered strawberry with his free hand off the plate and pop it in his mouth. “dream destination?”

her lips curl into a thinking mode and so are her eyebrows, clutching their interlocked hand against her chest. “hmm—bali, malaysia, and rome”

miguel hums, nodding as he looks down. she tilts her head to the side with confusion written all over her face, watching him. “what is this, intervention?”

“what, no. can’t a guy ask his girl a few things to get to know her better?”

“miggy, we fuck at least three times a day, i think we already went past that kind of formalities” she rolls her eyes playfully, seeing how he shrugs innocently and grin. “so? what is this about? first it was about my favorite decorations, second it’s about my favorite dish and drinks of choice and then third, and fourth—“ she trails off, watching the shy smile on his face appears as he avoids her gaze,

“what?” she asks confused, yet his smile is contagious and that makes her smile too,

“just thinking about how everything would look like for our wedding someday”

“a wedding?”

“y-yeah” he scratches the back of his neck nervously, “i’m making notes, you know? i trust them all with you, muñeca—want you to handle everything”

her heart somehow blooms in her chest, gaze softening when he mentions about marriage. tying a knot. living happily ever after. with her.

she feels the little girl inside of her is squealing at the thought of a prince charming asking her for a hand. like ones she read on fairy tales and bedtime stories.

he wants to marry her

upon hearing no response, he feels the embarrassment creeping in as he gulps, his hand trembling slightly at the thought of being rejected. he would probably cry if she told him that she doesn’t see the future together.

“look you don’t—“

“baby” she coos, her hand moving to cup his face. “you want to marry me?”

he feels somehow at ease when he hears the tone of her voice, realizing that he may not look like an eager idiot whom he thought he’d be in front of her, “i do” his response is firm and set. “do you?”

the way he’s looking at her with hopeful eyes makes her wish that they’re both alone right now, just so she could straddle his lap and smother him with kisses. but seeing that they’re not and at a public space, especially on campus, she’s holding herself back.

instead of that, she cups his face before leaning in for a kiss. miguel sighs into her mouth, kissing her back with much more passion as he snakes a hand around her waist. the kiss is somehow becoming more intense and hungry. he then moves himself to move on top of her in swift motion, making her giggle at his enthusiasm.

what’s supposed to be a simple kiss, turns into a heavy makeout session. she squeezes both his shoulders as a gesture to take it easy, not wanting the head of security to catch them in the act. again.

miguel huffs when she pulls away, but the taste of her lips remains to be the reason why a lovesick smile attached on his features.

“of course i do” she replies, “just make sure that the ring is ready after we graduate, o’hara” and miguel will hold onto that. he will buy the most expensive and prettiest ring ever for her.

she swears that the love she has for him is bigger than anything. he had changed a lot for the better and she couldn’t be more proud. miguel had learned so many things during the times he had shared with her, and it would be so crazy to think that she didn’t bring any positive impact in his life.

her existence is the key of him growing. not just love but as a person as well. and he would argue to hell and back with anyone just to prove the point of his gratitude to her will always be bigger than this girl,

none of these two lovers knew what fate had in stored for them. to have a committed relationship with someone wasn’t in either’s bucket list, let alone getting married. but everything seems to have changed.

before this, they didn’t even know each other. there had been a time where miguel didn’t know muñeca exist and vice versa. and there’s some sort of twinge rattle in his chest, knowing that someone else could be loving her instead of him.

he doesn’t like that. at all.

the negative thought that plagued into his mind somehow gets pulled when he feels her soft padded thumb traces his lower lip. his pupils dilating when he looks at her, with the pretty smile that he never gets tired of. seeing that often makes his heart fail to find a steady rhythm.

gaze in her eyes speaks so kindly to him. a look in which helps to remind him that she belongs to him and so does he to her. and miguel finds himself exhale a breath of relief yet once again.

‘she is so unbelievably gorgeous and all mine’

#frat!miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara blurbs

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writting-for-a-chain-of-heros · 3 months

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I have to ask the question of:

Cuddle headcanons you can pick the links.

Cuddling with Time,Hyrule and Legend

Hyrule

He is the worst cuddler you'll ever meet in your life

This man doesn't know how to cuddle

PLZ SEND HELP

He's never had much positive physical interactions and he's socially stunted due to his isolating environment

When the closest thing you've had to cuddling were cult members holding you down trying to sacrifice you for their leader, you tend to not be all that great with touching in general.

This guy is awkward as awkward gets with just hand holding let alone cuddling

He'll be stiff as a board just kinda laying there letting you do your thing when you first try to cuddle him

He doesn't know what to do with his hands so he keeps them at the side but he'll occasionally bring them up to give you a few pats.

.......

It's completely awkward and silent

It feels like your hugging a manikin more than cuddling with a person

He's just looking straight up while you're laying on top of him & he's just trying he's hardest to learn to relax into it but he's just not.

He just isn't, I am sorry

He'll start overthinking the whole time he's trying to figure out how to do it

He might be sweating a bit

Oh hylia, is he sweating?

Is he supposed to sweat?

Is that normal during cuddles?

But it's only been 1 minute 30 seconds in, oh shit does he smell now? I mean he always kinda smells but he doesn't want to be THAT smelly, wait what if you're just putting up with his bad BO this whole time and you're suffocating now

Wait no he took a bath in the creek two hours ago or was it two weeks ago?? Oh hylia suddenly he can't remember??

Wait, is he suffocating you? What if you're already passed out? Why aren't you moving? Why aren't you making any noise?? Hold on, is it supposed to be this awkward? Is it supposed to be this quiet??? Can people die from bad BO?Maybe he should just end thi-

And then he feels you shift in your position and suddenly you're both on your sides as you guide his arms around your shoulders then moved yours to wrap around his abdomen

Oh this is different

And suddenly he relaxes a bit and leans in with his chin resting on the top of your head

This isn't so bad

As he breathes in inhaling your scent he allows his arms to wrap around you gently

“I'm not suffocating you right?” He asks

“no, you're not” you tell him as you lean in closer to him snuggling into his arms

“You smell nice by the way” you whisper to him

His body goes laxed into your embrace as a small smile creeps up on his face

It'll take him a while to get use to this but if you're patient enough he'll get there

…

......

...........

Eventually

Legend

Absolutely not

He doesn't do cuddles

He doesn't do hugs or any touchy feely stuff with anyone really

Don't even think about touching him if he doesn't know you or you aren't close and even then that's still a shot in the dark to even think he'll open up to the idea of cuddles

He used to be a lot more open about physical affection in the past before life beat him into being a prickly jerk, but now? You'll have to catch him dead before he's shown being sugary sweet to anyone in a 100yrd radius

You would have to be someone who's REALLY special to legend or a very young child since he has a soft spot for kids but even then that's still a maybe

It's not that he doesn't want to be affectionate it's just he has his own way of showing he cares without getting mushy & that usually involves sarcastic comments or witty banter

A lot of nudges with his elbow, an arm over your neck & shoulders,some pats on the back or maybe a slight playful punch is what you're really all going to get out of Legend

He's built up a big hardened shell around him & physical intimacy just kinda breaks it all down leaving him exposed

He doesn't like feeling vulnerable and exposed

So he avoids it like the plague

He sees his vulnerability as a weakness and is disgusted by it to the core so he stuffs it away where no one can find it

But he's a complete tsundere & secretly wants it but at the same time doesn't want to get it

So if you want to cuddle with him you'll have to be someone he feels he can trust with everything that he is

You're going to have to slowly build you're way up before you start cuddling with him

You start off with hand brushes, light shoulder pats, a hand on his forearm when your leading him somewhere

Move your hands down to holding his fingers,not exactly holding his hand but the touch is enough get him use to your hold before moving to hold his palms then the next thing you know you're holding hands with legend without much protest

You'll have to keep up that steady rhythm before you get to the cuddling stage

All while this is happening he lets you do it & he doesn't realize just how touch starved he is for more

He's a bit stiff and awkward once you do cuddle for the first time, he's not as bad as Hyrule but it's been a LOOOONG time since he's been this intimate with anyone in years.

He'll be tense at first but after a few minutes he leans into it as you both hold each other close while cuddling

His face might blush a bit at how close you're being but he's absolutely smiling softly like an idiot during the whole ordeal

Don't make fun or tease him about it if this is your first because he WILL get up & leave

Don't test him

I am serious

It feels soft & warm while your holding him

His head is resting on your chest listening to your heartbeat as you play with his hair

His eyes lull a bit and he feels at peace, like he's relaxing a muscle he's been tensing this entire time.

“I'll kill you if you tell anyone about this” he says but his soft tone of speaking betrays his attempt at sounding threatening

All you do is give a slight hum of agreement to him not paying any mind as you continue to stroke his hair by the fire at the cabin inn.

Time

It's uncomfortably comfortable when your cuddling with Time with his armor

Despite the cold metallic pokes against your skin as you’re resting against his chest this wasn't all that bad

Time a pretty reserved person when it comes to physical affection which only gets shown to people he sees as family or mange to warm their way into his heart

You’d have to be someone really high on his list of love ones to get accesses to cuddle privileges from

He usually tends to keep his arms to himself with only a small burst of physical affection occasionally when the moment called for it and even then it's limited to a select few

He’s not as rigid or stiff as you’d expect him to be due to his stoic demeanor while cuddling

In fact he's actually surprisingly good at this whole cuddling business then maybe even you

He grew up in a forest full of children and Malon where hugging and cuddling was very the norm

Despite his dark past and somewhat limited experience with affection he’s still always been someone who’s had a knack for being comforting when the moment is needed

When he takes his armor off the cuddling experience gose from a 6/10 to a 100/10

But you only get Time without his armor cuddles at night,early mornings or when your resting in a town

If you want cuddles suddenly throughout the day you’re going to have to deal with cold edgy metal against your face, Hylia forbid the summer sun hits and the metal is burning against your skin

If anyone at all tries to make any snide remarks about your cuddling he’s shutting it down in half a second

It will be a cold day in hell before he allows someone to embarrass you or him out of your special time together

He can be a bit goofy while cuddling,it's the only few times he’s got his guard down and just relaxes

He’ll poke and tickle your sides to make you laugh, this sometimes devolves from cuddling into a semi wrestling tickle fight

If your someone he’s got a bit of a romantic interest in, he’ll sometimes lightly blow a breath behind your ear and tease you a bit to get you flustered but won't go too far if he’s making you uncomfortable

After all he’s a menace not a creep

He’ll rub small circles on your lower and upper back while your resting your head against his chest

You'll feel his strong fingers press into the knots and a few satisfying pops can be heard

He does this throughout your spine & you feel your muscles ease against his touches

It doesn't matter how long the cuddle session is or how in shape you are, as soon as it's over your back always feels 10x better than it did before you came

You swear he’s using magic but it's just a few tricks he’s learned in his travels to help with his own back issues

His favorite positions are any where he has you under him or against his chest

He likes the feeling of being able to survey you as it feeds into his protective habits

If you fall asleep while cuddling that's all the better because it shows you trust him enough to watch over you and you feel comfortable enough to feel at ease in his embrace

Unfortunately cuddling with time is far and few, he’s a busy guy having to take care of a group of rowdy adventurers so any intimate one on one time has to wait in the back burner until the right moment arrives

So any cuddle time you get is spent in 20 minutes to an hour,maybe half a day if a miracle like that somehow happens

Treasure the seconds you have with him because once it's over you're not going to know if you'll get it back again in 40 minutes or 40 days later

#lu hyrule #linked universe x reader #linked universe #lu legend #lu time #fluff #ask #headcanons

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Three Months - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Fem!Reader

Prologue | Chapter 01: Quadriller | Chapter 02: Mince

Notes: Its been one year since The Bear's soft open, and with everything running smoothly, Carmen's lost in his thoughts, until the final table of the night is seated.

Notes: This is my first time really writing so let me know what you think, I'm probably gonna do more just for me. If there's something I should add/remove from the tags please let me know. I hope you enjoy :)

A year after their soft open, The Bear is like a well oiled machine, working perfectly as Richie calls out the orders and their corresponding tables. Carmen’s on auto pilot as he works, doing his best to not think about where he was this time last year: breaking down in the walk-in and subsequently breaking up with Claire. If you can even call it a break up, he still isn't sure if they were actually dating.

He’s pulled from his thoughts as Fak enters again announcing the final table of the night was just seated. Almost from memory Richie calls out your name and party of one, doing more than trowing Carm from his thoughts; practically gut-punching him through the thick metal wall of the walk-in with memories of New York, not the asshole of an executive chef he worked for but of the calm and blissful three months he had from December to February with you.

Before his life got uprooted.

Before The Beef.

Before Mikey…

He’s brought back as Richie yells at him before he looks up at him, looking at his face.

“Cousin, you good?”

“I’m fine.”

“You don't look fine, chef.”

“I’m fine.” Carmen insists again.

Richie rolls his eyes as he returns to calling out orders for a moment.

“You look like your gonna throw up,” Sydney mutters.

“I’m fucking fine, Jesus fuck,” Carmen snaps. Stoping his task as he looks up to Sydney then Richie, whose still scribbling something down.

“Take five chef.” Richie says, still not looking up.

“Richie, I said-”

“It wasn't a request Carm.” Richie finally looks up at him, ever sense that test night a year ago, and when Richie started wearing suits, hes been more final in his input. Telling and suggesting and researching rather than just complaining. Fuck he even learned to do more prep properly to help out on the busier nights. Why Richie even stayed after that night he isn’t sure, the shit he said was fucked. He wouldn't have blamed him, Syd, or anyone else for walking out on him if they did.

“Syd take over for Carm, Tina for Syd, and Alex for Tina; Carm needs a sec.” If the uniformed call of “Yes Chef” from the kitchen doesn't do it, the sudden movement of the kitchen to function without him more than solidifies it. Carmen’s taking five wether he wants to or not.

Not wanting a repeat of a year ago, Carm takes to the office instead, seeing Sugar seated at the desk looking at paperwork, all shes been relegated to now that shes just had little Mikey. A name Carmen was surprisingly happy to approve of when Pete brought it up to the two of them, asking if it was okay. Nat had nearly bawled her eyes out thanks to the combination of pregnancy hormones and the normal grasp she had on her emotions compared to Carmen.

“You look like your gonna throw up,” she says, glancing up from the papers before her. A half hearted fuck off is all she gets in responce as Carmen flops back on the soft leather couch in the office. She tosses him the pepto before she turns to sign something.

“You wanna talk about why Richie kicked you off?” she asks, her back still turned.

“It’s nothing,” he says before taking a swig of the pink liquid as he sits up and faces her.

“It’s not nothing if you look like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” she says turning and gesturing vaguely at him. “Like you just found out Santa isn’t real or some-fucking-thing.” Carmen shakes his head avoiding her gaze and looking out the door with a huff. Crossing his arms trying to end the conversation. It wasn't that he never wanted to talk about it, he did. He just didn't have the time.

The last time he had told any one about you, he had talked to Mikey about how awkwardly ended things with you. Mikey told him not to be a jagoff after hearing his rant. That was almost a week before he died. It became easier to not think about you because it always led to thoughts of Mikey. How Carm should have known or should have talked to him more about how he was, how the beef was doing, how ma and Natilie were, if there was anything Michael wanted to get off his chest or was stressed about or something other than Carmen's girl problems.

Then Carm had to worry about selling his apartment in New York, quitting his job, getting an apartment here and moving, running The Beef, which was its own massive undertaking, turning it into The Bear and worrying about Claire, dishes, codes, tests, money that was likely tied to the mob via Uncle Jimmy, chefs, the building, new hires, the test night and the the dreaded walk-in he had to thank for letting him rant until he talked out of his ass and fucked up his personal life even more.

“Fine whatever avoid it if you want but thats not going to make it any better,” Nat huffed out, rolling her eyes as she turned. Carmen knew she was right, but that didn't make it any easier. But if the Al-Anon meetings had taught him anything it was that talking about it did actually help.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, leg bouncing with the nerves of from trying to find the words he wanted to say.

“When I was in New York,” he started, already feeling a nervous sweat breakout on his face, back, and hands. “There was this girl…”

#carmy berzatto #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #the bear fic #the bear hulu #the bear fx #carmy x you #carmy x fem!reader #jeremy allen white

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Family Sins - Part 2 || Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

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Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: Every Thursday afternoon you and Aemond meet, even if you have to pay for his family's sins.

Tags: Alternate Universe/ Emotional Hurt/Angst/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: As I promised, I turn this into a series. Hope you like it!

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You always took that trip in the back of Gregory's truck. Always there. You liked that road. It was the only one that was paved in the town every summer. It was the entrance to it and it was always driving and fast, ensuring that the truck never slowed down or encountered potholes. That was always a delight on autumn afternoons. With the wind against your face, the vehicle accelerated and you felt alive after having spent the last two weeks stuck at home.

The wind against the face.

The feeling of speed.

You took a deep breath as you walked down that road. That was feeling alive. Feeling alive at last. You leaned your head against the glass of the driver's cabin. Inside you could hear a local station broadcasting the latest news, but outside, on that afternoon of trees with yellow and orange leaves, you only heard the sound of the wind cutting against your ears. Tomorrow will be Thursday. You were thinking about whether you would visit Aemond that Thursday. Bones rested his head on your lap. The old dog always accompanied you on each of the trips you took in the truck. You thought he liked feeling the wind on his face even more than you did.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear and lightly brushed the bump on your cheek. Now it was yellow and it barely hurt, barely. Greg's blows had hurt you, but you had discovered that what really hurt you was something close to the soul, that entity so abstract and impossible to locate within the body. What had hurt you was receiving blows from someone you had trusted until that moment. Anguish had gathered in your chest and anxiety had barely let you breathe in the following hours. That was a different kind of pain that surpassed the physical one, you would never understand why. Greg had watched you silently, his huge eyes caressing your cheekbones or his hands touching your nose. It had been gentle, childlike caresses while in the next room your mother continued to yell at Gregory for what he had done. At least, he hadn't knocked you unconscious. That was all your brother repeated over and over again. He had said you were the dragon whore and your mother had punched him in the face. Her eyes cold against your brother's, but even she knew you were a traitor. She knew that the heart couldn't be controlled, but what was happening to her was thats he couldn't understand how you could give Aemond your love after everything that had happened with your older sister. She didn't understand it, nor did she share it.

Then your father arrived, tired, as he always ended each day at the bar, and he hadn't even asked what was happening. Silent and exhausted, he had gone to his bed and slept until the next day. Roy had already told him who they had seen you with and he would have to get up the next day the same, like every morning, until the rest of his days.

Bones yawned and laid his head back down on your lap. That feeling of the wind against your face was the closest feeling to flying that you were ever going to have, flying was the closest feeling to flying with dragons that you could experience. Aemond always explained that feeling every time he told you about the flights he took in his father's small plane at the old airfield near the town. He had always said he would take you there, but he never had. The opportunity had never arisen for you to see each other beyond those Thursdays that always made your legs tremble. You leaned your head back against the glass and closed your eyes. Should you go see Aemond tomorrow? Could you?

A small plane passed over you, heading towards the old airfield, and you wondered if it was Aemond enjoying what he had told you made him feel free: flying.

Inside the truck, Greg pointed to something in the sky and Gregory looked at the place where his nephew was pointing. “Yes, it's a small plane,” he commented without much encouragement, turning his eyes to the road. The boy continued looking at him in silence with his enormous eyes. The truth was that Greg's huge purple eyes, along with his silver hair, always managed to irritate Gregory, but lately he was calmer. The guilt for hitting you still ran through his mind, but... How could you be as stupid as Bella? How could you be? The Targaryens had never brought anything good to the town, not one of them. They had polluted the river with the factory they had there, they had cut down a large part of the forest... they had destroyed a large part of the lives of the town with the illegal trafficking of weapons and drugs... they were the villains of Gregory's film and, yet, you… You still came every Thursday to spread your legs for one of them. What was going through your mind? You... you had always been the clever one. What was happening to you?

Gregory watched as Greg continued pointing to the sky. Still looking at him with those two huge eyes. “It's just a plane, Greg,” he replied again, almost desperate. He could never understand that child. He didn't know how you could do it. It was something that was beyond his complete knowledge. “What's itching you now, Greg?” he moaned, almost desperate to understand him.

A knock on the driver's cabin glass woke you up from one of the few moments you had to yourself. You looked over your shoulder and saw Gregory pointing at Greg. So both of them almost seemed comical, but Gregory was still the one who had beaten you up barely two weeks ago. "What happens?" You were able to read your older brother's lips and looked at Greg who looked back at you knowingly. You simply formed a kind of dove with your hands and the boy looked at you completely focused while you smiled at him.

Gregory looked forward angrily. Well, it was just some dragon shit you had between you or some similar bullshit. Greg stayed calm after a few moments looking at you and put one of the cereals in his mouth from the bag he was carrying on his lap. Your older brother thought at that moment that neither of you were to blame for what was happening in the town, but you were his pressure valve, Gregory's pressure valve. He turned off the radio and sighed, listening simply as the truck cut through the wind. If Bella were still alive, things would be a lot easier.

“Grab a damn bag and let's go. We're already late” Aemond whispered to Aegon as he continued to laze in front of the bags of chips from the supermarket that was a couple of kilometers from the entrance to the town. Recently, Aegon's license had been revoked and now his older brother had to be his private driver every time they visited their parents in town. That was where Alicent and Viserys had retreated, surrounded by trees and vegetation to help calm their mother's nerves and their father's rampant illness.

"Hurry?" Aegon grabbed a bag and put it back in the same place, getting on his younger brother's nerves. “I thought it was on Thursdays when you ran to get between (Y/N)'s legs,” he laughed sardonically while he didn't even look at him and continued walking through the shelves of that supermarket. Aemond confronted him as he said your name and Aegon laughed in his face again. “You should buy the condoms here. No one would go around town talking about the size or quantity you buy,” he mocked him. That was the only thing Aegon seemed to know how to do. Making fun of his brother.

Aemond pursed his lips tightly and tried unsuccessfully to ignore his brother's comment. He had only stopped there because of Aegon's insistence on buying a damn bag of Snacks. According to him, he was going to die of hunger. Aemond was going to die of nerves because of his older brother. “Which flavor do you think is the best?” Aegon asked him as Aemond followed him.

“I don't know, you're not going to eat it in the car,” he scolded. He didn't eat inside his car. Aemond had no children but he thought he was getting plenty of practice for when the time came with Aegon. “Grab any bag and let's go. Father and mother are waiting for us.”

At that moment, Aemond first caught a glimpse of a boy with silver hair walking through the halls while eating from a bag containing cereal. One after another he put them in his mouth in a timid and childish manner. He knew that Aeron's development was far from adequate for a child his age, but then, Aegon was his father. Aemond didn't know how that could influence that child's genetics. Aemond tortured himself for being so cruel, but he couldn't help it. Why hadn't Aegon been careful with your sister? Behind him you appeared in the distance. You grabbed his hand as you scolded him. Probably because he walked away. Why should Aegon's hunger have been awakened at a time like this? It almost seemed like he did it knowingly. Although it was just a coincidence. In truth, he was glad to see you. He hadn't heard from you for two Thursdays. He had written to you, he had but as always he had received no response. It almost seemed like your meetings were reduced to what you did in that motel room every Thursday.

“Barbecue flavor, I've already chosen,” he told his brother, putting the bag on his chest. Aemond, with his hands behind his back as he looked at you, had no choice but to grab the bag while his brother laughed sarcastically.

“She's as hot as her sister,” he laughed and Aemond wanted to kill him. That boy was his son. That was the family he had torn apart and he almost didn't seem to care. It seemed as if Aegon only knew how to think with part of his body.

“Do you ever think about the things you've done?” his younger brother asked and Aegon just laughed.

“Alcohol, drugs… help you forget,” he said without any responsibility, as if he were still a teenager. “Don't worry, from now on you'll know what it means to truly belong to the family” he patted her shoulder where his tattoo was now. No, Aemond had planned to take his new role within the family with much more responsibility than his brother showed.

Aemond saw you treating Aeron gently and thought that you would be the mother of his children. Such a childish and innocent thought in a man who should have stopped those fantasies, but he really held out that little hope. That hope that he didn't share with absolutely anyone. You were beautiful. Simply beautiful and sweet. Perfect. That's the only word that came to mind every time he saw you. He continued staring at you enthralled when your older brother appeared right behind you, pushing a shopping cart.

“What an asshole,” Aegon whispered under his breath, and Aemond knew he had found the perfect moment to leave. He didn't want to confront Gregory and his brother. It had been enough that they had hit each other two Thursdays ago. If he had been alone, perhaps he would have approached and asked about Aeron, but he was not alone and he knew that Gregory hated him, but the one he couldn't see even in painting was Aegon. However, something caught his attention.

Your cheekbone.

Your cheekbone looked beaten and bruised.

What if you hadn't gone to see him during those two weeks because you had...? His blood boiled in a single moment. He wanted to reach out, grab your face, hold you there until you told him what had happened that Thursday night. He thought that you hadn't come because your parents had forbidden you and you were waiting for tempers to calm down, or that you hadn't done so to avoid being the town gossip for a couple of weeks. But, if someone had hit you... may the gods have mercy on him, because he planned to destroy him.

Aegon lowered his sunglasses, showing the bruise that was firmly imprinted on his eye. Without a doubt, the beating that Gregory had given him just for meeting him in his favorite roadhouse had not been enough to calm Aegon's spirits, after all the Targaryens always got their way in that place. “Looks like I'm not the only one who got hit last Thursday,” he commented with his lower lip still split, and that did make Aemond lose his temper.

Aegon smiled just as he saw him approach with his always slow and sure step towards you. Well, there would be a fight for sure. There was nothing in this world that Aegon liked more than a fight.

You were leaving some vegetables in the cart when you felt someone grab your arm. You just looked up and your eyes filled with shame and regret. Aemond was there, silently inspecting the bruise on your cheekbone. One of his thumbs grazed the wound and you just whimpered in pain. “Aem…” you started whispering. You grabbed his wrist. “Please…” you looked around. Everyone was whispering around you. You would be the talk of the town again that day. Shame was the only thing you could feel, shame and…

“That looks bad,” laughed Aegon right behind him, who still had not put on his sunglasses again. “It had to be a good blow”

“It's all good, okay? “Don't worry,” you whispered again and released your grip when Gregory just appeared there, grabbing Aemond's sweater. You instinctively grabbed Gregory's arm as he raised his fist. Aemond was still expressionless, as if inviting your brother to hit him. They both knew who had the upper hand in that fight.

“Gregory, stop,” you yelled at your brother as you grabbed his raised fist again. Your brother spat in Aemond's face and reluctantly released him. You watched as Aemond cleaned himself, incredulous at what had happened, as if the act of spitting on him had been much worse than hitting him. He wiped your brother's saliva with the back of his hand. The fingers were sticky from that substance and the ego was very wounded. Gregory, who had always been much shorter than the Targaryen brothers but much more muscular, looked at him, breathing heavily, as if he had to control himself for what was just going to happen.

However, Aemond, who had always been the calm brother, stirred under his older brother's watchful approving gaze and grabbed Gregory by the front of his shirt. Now the one with his fist raised was Aemond. “Aem…” he heard you sob and simply let it go, looking at the ground almost embarrassed by his reaction.

“I just want to protect you” was what he responded, passing right by you and leaving your brother lying on the ground. You were surprised how both men wanted to defend you from each other.

Aemond had never had outbursts of anger, or at least none like that. The tattoo had changed him. His new position within the family had done so. You just looked at the ground to quickly go help Gregory up. It would be worse if you didn't. Your older brother stood up with difficulty. Breathing heavily as Aemond walked away. Aegon laughed, but just as he was putting his sunglasses back on, Greg looked at him with his huge purple eyes. He put a cereal in his mouth again and offered it to the one he didn't know was his father. The eldest Targaryen stared at him in silence, as if he saw something in the boy that he had never seen before.

“Greg, come,” you took his hand and the boy accepted your hold without any opposition while Aegon put his glasses back on, hiding what you hoped was a look of guilt. Gregory shoved him with his shoulder as he picked up the cart again, almost trying to provoke Aegon, but he ignored him and just followed his younger brother.

Everyone around you looked at you. You grabbed Greg's hand and almost dragged him as you made the purchase faster than usual.

The sins of the fathers. Simply all of you were going to pay for the sins of the Targaryen family.

That Thursday it was raining heavily again. You heard one drop after another fall in that cheap motel room. The window supported them all. Aemond had sat on the edge of the bed. With his shirt off, the dragon tattoo on his shoulder almost looked more shocking and impressive than last time. He supported all his weight on his arms while still sitting there. The fly was lowered and the glans once again showing through the elastic of that boxer. He looked at you as if you were a work of art. His only eye on you while you simply took off the t-shirt that you were wearing again under that sweatshirt.

Neither of you had exchanged a word that Thursday afternoon, not even about what had happened at the supermarket the day before. Silence always seemed to be a maxim of your relationship. But, just as you took off your shirt, revealing the scrapes and bruises that were on your left rib, you saw how Aemond changed his smile for a grimace of regret. As if he were the ultimate culprit for what had happened to you. He brought you closer to him and inhaled your aroma of that cheap blackberry cologne that always managed to drive him crazy. His hands went to your back as his fingers began to dig into your skin. His right hand traced the line of your back from bottom to top, sending a pleasant shiver that made you smile. You never knew how he did it, but your bra fell to the floor. You had always preferred not to think about the number of girls he had had to be with for that movement to come out so fluidly.

A small moan of pain escaped your lips just as he grabbed your right breast to take it into his mouth. Your nipple had already become aroused from that simple contact, but the skin near your ribs had also been stretched by Aemond's grip. He just looked at you with concern. “Hmm” was all he mulled as he finally took that delicate piece of meat into his mouth and sucked on it as if his life depended on it. His gaze fixed on you. He bit and licked it several times under your watchful gaze while you just laughed and moaned. That was music to his ears. He thought he liked it more than his favorite classical music station.

He sucked hard again to end up biting that nipple that was more than sensitive due to his attention. He smiled when he saw how simply with that he already had you at his mercy. You groaned and closed your eyes. You lifted your face with a smile and scratched Aemond's shoulder. Your black-tipped but destroyed nails, because you bit them too, dug into his tattoo. He simply stopped and smiled at you, still not letting go of the breast he held in his hand.

"Do you like it?" was all he asked you as you snapped back to reality. You knew he wasn't referring to what he had just finished doing, but to the damn tattoo where your hand now rested. You moved your hand away, almost as if it was going to burn you, and pushed him onto the bed with a mischievous smile. Aemond dropped down, while bringing his hands behind his neck. That gesture told Aemond that the last thing you wanted to talk about was that new mark on his skin that made him so proud.

You positioned yourself on top of him and ran the wet fabric from your crotch through the elastic of his boxers. Aemond didn't need more to know that you were ready and he fucked you hard. He turned you on top of him and pinned you to the mattress, grabbing your hair. You pursed your lips in silence. Aemond had never been so rude to you before. He let go of your hair for a moment and you saw him take a condom out of one of his pants pockets. He opened it again with his teeth and pulled just his cock out of his pants to put it in one quick motion.

His strong hand crushed you again against the pillows of that cheap bed and you felt his free hand pull down your panties without any shame. The cold air of that autumn afternoon collided with the warm, soaked wetness of your crotch and you laughed at the pleasurable effect it always seemed to give you. Aemond tightened his grip on your hair again as he heard you laugh. "Mine. You are only mine,” he whispered between his teeth. A quick lunge.

"I'm going to protect you." Another one, fast and fast.

“And you're going to tell me who the fucking bastard was that did that to you” his balls slammed against your pussy again, sending almost pleasurable shivers throughout your body. Another moan of yours escaped your lips. “Fuck,” you heard him moan almost in desperation. That time you weren't making love, he just wanted to teach you a lesson. A lesson about who you belonged to, about who was going to protect you, about what he had become.

“That son of a bitch is going to know what it's like to touch a dragon's girl,” he hissed the last word through his teeth. He moaned. That's what he had become. A Dragon. You knew what it meant and you even feared the consequences of it. He crashed his hips against yours again, he went in and out without any shame on your part... and your body reacted to it as always. With the same intensity and desire. Even if you knew that Aemond was not the one you had met.

“Hmm, I could go to reception and pay for the whole night,” he whispered to you as he stroked the bruise again. You smiled. With Aemond everything seemed simple. Much more than it actually was. You bit your bottom lip and he only knew whether to open his lips to catch you in a slow kiss. He pressed your body to his. "Would you like that?" He whispered to you again as his eye devoured you in silence.

“It’s getting late,” you whispered just as Aemond ran his thumb over your bruised cheekbone again. Lying facing each other, you were still tangled between the sheets of that bed. It was late, but you weren't moving and neither was he. That bed seemed like the only safe place those days. The truth was that you were afraid that your brother would hit you again. You were afraid that your father would find out that you were finally with a Dragon. You feared what Aemond had become.

“I would love to, but I don't want Gregory to go back to…” you realized what you were just going to say. You punished yourself. But, just then you saw Aemond getting out of bed. “Aem, where are you going?” you asked him, scared. You knew where he was going, of course you did, you weren't stupid enough not to understand that Aemond finally knew what you had kept quiet all that time. Your own mind had betrayed you and Aemond was not going to leave that in the air.

“That asshole was the one who touched you and rest assured that I am going to teach him what it means to touch my things” you saw him out of his mind, like you had never seen before. He dressed quickly while you tried to stop him. “Don't try to defend that son of a bitch,” he yelled at you, without looking at you. Just moving away with his arm. He breathed heavily and you didn't dare touch him again.

He left the room, leaving you alone in that roadside motel, in the room that had witnessed most of the encounters he had had... that had witnessed Aemond's transformation... Finally, he was going to make his own sins.

#aemond targaryen x you #aemond x y/n #aemond smut #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen modern au #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond modern au #aemond targaryen x fem!reader #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader

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Lancaster Dream House

Ruby: I never cared about playing with Barbie growing up. They were the perfect sacrificial lambs to my Power Rangers and their awesome powers!

Jaune: I played with Barbie when I played with my sisters. I never knew about the Barbie world, so I was just learning.

Ruby: How to play Barbie? Is it really that different?

Jaune: Well, yeah, because everything is so every-day and situational in the Barbie world. It's totally different from how you'd play with Naruto figures.

Ruby: True.

Jaune: I'm not making them fly up in the air and shouting jutsus at each other and punching each other in the face.

Ruby: "Kage Bunshin!" Heh heh heh...

Jaune: Exactly! I'd do all the voices, too, but... With Barbie, the way girls played, it was all situational and slice of life. They'd be like...

Jaune: "Here, they're having dinner right now."

Ruby: Huh... I never realized.

Jaune: "And now they're going driving in their car."

Ruby: Where would they go?

Jaune: Probably to their other friends' house. And I would do it because I didn't give a fuck! I just wanted to play with toys!

Ruby: What do they do when they get to their friends' house?

Jaune: They'd have dinner again.

Ruby: And after that?

Jaune: Probably go on a tour of the house. Y'know, just showing off their stuff like going on a tour.

Ruby: "I'm probably gonna have to do some landscaping and renovations if I wanna sell."

Jaune: Yeah, 'cause the houses are really nice, y'know, and-

Ruby: "Right now, I'm looking to lease with an option to buy." Like, they get really adult about it.

Jaune: Hahaha! "Yeah, I'm thinking, you know, it'll help build some equity and I think the ROI in ten years... It'll probably be... I wanna say, like..."

Ruby: "Ken is such an idiot! I told him to hire a lawyer before we go through escrow!"

Jaune: "I don't wanna get fucked by fees!"

Ruby: Heeheeheehee!

Jaune: HAHAHAHA!

Ruby: "Honey? It's time to stop playing with your dolls."

Jaune: "Play with the Dragon Ball figures, instead. Like your idiot sister."

Jaune: "And they'd go boom! A kaboosh! Bwaah! Bwerk! Kwah! And they crash into each other and smashes into rocks!"

Ruby: Snrk! Ken's like, "Barbie, I don't have a low sperm count! It's just, they have low motility!"

Jaune: "How is that better?!"

Ruby: "It's- I- I- There are pills I can take!"

Jaune: "Thanks for playing dollhouse with me~!"

Ruby: Yeah, and you're just sitting there in stunned silence.

Jaune: Ha ha ha ha!

Ruby: "With today's IVF advancements-!"

Jaune: "You know that doesn't work! I was just reading in GOOP the other day!"

Ruby: "It's worth a shot, at least!"

Jaune: "Is it two thousand lien worth a shot?! We have bills to pay, Ken!"

Ruby: "Maybe we wouldn't have so many bills to pay if you didn't run this god damned Malibu Dreamhouse 24/7!"

Jaune: "You always want the convertible! You want it custom-painted pink!"

Ruby: "Have you ever considered the climate implications on this dream car?!"

Jaune: "It's not even electric! You can see the gas intake right there!"

Ruby: "THAT'S BULLSHIT, KEN! ELECTRIC CARS STILL WORK OFF THE SAME GRID!"

Ruby: HAHAHA!

Jaune: HAHAHA!

Ruby: "Yeah, but they don't have emissions, Barbie! It's the best we can do, unless this society starts investing in trains and public infrastructure! That's all we can do!"

Jaune: "THEY TRIED, KEN! They tried in Mantle, and you know what? It was a FUCKING RED-TAPE BUREAUCRATIC DISASTER!"

Ruby: And your sisters are, like, "Can I go home?"

Jaune: HAHAHAHA!

Ruby: HAHAHAHA!

Ruby: "Barbie, that's why you need to run for office. You've been saying it your whole life, and you never do it."

Jaune: "...You know what, Ken? You're right."

Ruby: ...I love you.

Jaune: ...I love you.

Ruby: You can do anything.

Jaune: ...

Ruby: ...

Ruby: "Now let's have some tea!"

Jaune: Heh heh heh...

Jaune: MALIBU~! BARBIE DREAMHOUSE~!

Ruby: "Do you wanna be Ken now?"

Jaune: "Agh, well..."

Ruby: "You know, it's getting pretty late...

Jaune: "It's, like, three-thirty."

Ruby: "Can I bring Godzilla into this?"

Jaune: "Sure~! He can be who I'm running against for local office~!"

Ruby: "SKRREEEEEEEE! EEEEK-OOOONK~!"

Jaune: Now that I'd love to see.

Ruby: "Barbie, I want you to meet my new friend, Godzilla!"

Ruby: "Graaaaaagh!"

Ruby: "Oh my god! THE Godzilla?!"

Ruby: "Yeah, have you heard of him?"

Ruby: "HE'S WHO I'M RUNNING AGAINST~!"

Ruby: Boo-wooow-wow-wooow~!

Jaune: MALIBU~! BARBIE DREAMHOUSE~!

Jaune: Godzilla is running on a strong destroy the city platform.

Ruby: "I've gotta stop him~!"

Jaune: "And you know what? I say with all these politicians, I'd say they're all trying to destroy the city! AT LEAST HE'S HONEST ABOUT IT!"

Ruby: "He tells it like it is!"

Ruby: RAAAAAAAAAAAGHK!

Ruby: "Y'see?!"

Jaune: MALIBU~! BARBIE DREAMHOUSE~!

Jaune: ...What the fuck were we talking about before this?

Ruby: "Anyways, same time, 4PM?"

Jaune: "Yeah, sure..."

Ruby: "I'll bring Ghidorah..."

Jaune: "Ugh... Can't I just do homework instead?"

Ruby: "Can you bring the Technodrome with all the goop, too? I've got an idea..."

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #game grumps

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A.U.gust 2023 • Day 9 • College

A huge thank you to @gallavichthings for hosting!! 🧡

[This started out as just a graphic of Mickey's door, and then this happened...]

•••

"Excuse me. Could you tell me where to find-"

"Do you know-"

"Would you mind help-"

Ian freezes among the sea of college students that pass by, ignoring him as if he were invisible.

Why didn't he take the advice of his older siblings and gotten here earlier? Now, he could feel anxiety pooling in his chest as fear sped up his heart rate. His first day at college and he's already fucking up. Damn, what if Frank had been right? What if he was just a mistake, a waste of space.

"Hey, you okay?"

Ian focuses on the female voice in front of him. Finally, someone willing to help him.

"I think... I'm fucking lost."

"Here on campus, in life, or both?"

He lets out a relived laugh. "Definitely both."

"Okay." The girl repositions her bookbag on her left shoulder and grins at him. "We'll tackle one thing at a time. Can't find your dorm?"

"Am I that obvious?"

"You look scared to death." She laughs before softly punching him in the shoulder. "Come on, I know someone who can help. I'm Mandy, by the way."

Ian can't help the relieved smile that blooms across his face as he follows his new savior across campus. "Nice to meet you, Mandy. I'm Ian."

<><><>

"So, Ian... you single?"

"Oh, uhm... well, kinda."

"Kinda? What the hell does that mean?"

This was the moment that Ian had obsessed about. To be out and proud on campus or be okay with hushed hookups in some random closet. To gay or not to gay was the question he desperately needed to decide an answer to. So, why not give it a shot with a helpful stranger.

"I'm single. My... my ex... we broke up after graduation. He said he didn't want to be tied down."

Mandy snorts at his answer. "Well, your ex is dumb as shit. You definitely won't be single for long, trust me."

That was it. No judgmental frown, no shocked reaction. Ian just knows, right then and there that Mandy, whatever her last name is, will officially become his favorite person on campus.

At least for now.

As they continue through the halls, Ian starts to notice that the overly cheerful bulletin boards that introduce RAs to the students around them and encourage that friendship is indeed magic, have suddenly gone barren.

No bright colors, no badly drawn, well-known characters from television and movies. Just printed notices that announce floor meetings, things for sell, and other blunt, to the point directions. Ian has to chuckle when such a notice catches his eye. It reads: "GO TO FUCKING CLASS!"

Nudging Mandy in the side, he points at the sign so she too can enjoy the ridiculous words that are trying, and probably failing, to be motivational.

But instead of laughter, all she does is roll her eyes. "I know. He's so fucking stupid. I swear if he gets kicked outta the RA program I'll kill him myself."

And Ian needs to ask the obvious question. Who the hell is 'he'? But before the question can even land on his tongue, Mandy is pounding on a door.

"Open up, dickbreath! Need your help."

She jiggles the doorknob, but it's apparently locked. Dickbreath must not be in, but Ian can see a note taped to the door that has an emergency number written on it.

"Maybe we should call the emergency number?"

Mandy pauses her assault on the door and raises an eyebrow at him. "What emergency number?"

Another glance towards the piece of paper and Ian can see that the number isn't a number at all. It's a word written middle finger to those on their side of the door.

With a shake of her head, Mandy goes right back to pissing the occupant off. She just keeps pounding on the door, making threats to whoever lives inside, while other residents start peeping their heads out into the hall, clearly interested in the disturbance but not enough to take action.

One audience member must know her, though. "Just fucking text him, Mandy, fuck! Some of us are trying to study. I mean-"

And it's during this rant that the door swings open and the hottest, angriest guy that Ian has ever fucking seen steps out into the hallway and instantly yells at the guy.

"Fuck off, James! You're a general education major. The fuck are you studying? Two plus two? Spoiler... it's fucking four."

It shuts the guy up instantly. Well, that and the laughter from his fellow peers.

But dickbreath isn't done with him.

"Why don't you go write a letter home to your mommy? Tell her you're still a virgin. Bet she'd be proud."

Ian can practically feel the anger radiating off of James when he slams the door closed. The rest of the students return to their rooms and Ian hears Mandy's brother clear his throat.

"Who the hell is this?"

"Ian. He's lost."

"No shit. He's with you."

She scoffs, crossing her arms and hitting him with a glare. "He needs help with finding his dorm room."

Dickbreath, or whoever, leans against the doorframe. "And? Take him to student services. S'not my job to play tour guide."

"Actually, it is. You're a resident advisor, Mick, so maybe you should, ya know... 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘦 him where to go."

Ian senses tension. He hates tension. So, he trys to smooth things over. "It's cool. Nick is right. I should have-"

"It's Mick." Dickbreath... uhm, Mick says, sounding out the letter M like he's talking to a toddler. "Like milk, mad, money... and call me Mickey."

Mandy giggles. "Like the m-mm-mouse."

"Shut the fuck up."

Apparently, she's used to this because she just sticks her tongue out at him and pulls her phone out.

"Oh, shit, I gotta go. I'm late for class-"

"The fuck you are."

"-and the professor is a real bitch-"

"You should love her then."

"-so, anyway, yeah. Ian, Mickey. Mickey, Ian. Have fun!"

And just like that, she's gone.

<><><>

Mickey eyes Ian. Jesus, this dude's tall. He should be in a damn centerfold, not here, outside Mickey's room, looking like a fucking wet dream. And goddammit, he's gorgeous. Red hair, green eyes, freckles fucking everywhere. He's always been a sucker for freckles. They just demand attention. Quickly, he imagines them together, talking about absolutely nothing, a storm rolls in while Mickey traces those tiny specks with his fingertips.

Shit. Mickey needs to get laid real fucking soon because, he thinks, he just might need to kick his own ass for that thought.

"What building you in?"

Ian shrugs. "I don't know."

And that's annoying, but, "alright, what's your room number?"

"I don't... I didn't get that information."

Mickey grabs his hoodie off the inside hook beside his door and shrugs it on, closing it behind him. "That's weird. They usually give you that shit in orientation."

Ian doesn't say anything and Mickey takes a minute to assess this situation. New student, lost as fuck, track pants, backwards hat, duffle bag-

"Which you didn't go to because they scheduled your practice at the same time, didn't they?"

Ian's eyes go almost comically wide. "Yes! Why do they do that?"

Mickey shrugs, pushing through the emergency exit open in a way that doesn't trip the alarm, a skill mastered after weeks of running late for class. "Because they own you now. Scholarship?"

"How did you know?"

"Ain't my first year, Red. Plus, I'm supposed to be 'friendly' and 'relatable' as a chosen RA. I know how to spot fresh meat. Plus... you're dressed like a fucking billboard for both Under Armor and this school. No one does that unless they're throwin' money at them."

"Right. Makes sense."

Mickey nods. Of course it does. It's then that he realizes they're walking without a destination, and really, that's unacceptable. "So, do you know anything about where you might be staying?"

Ian stops walking, dropping his duffle bag to the ground before taking a knee and rummaging through it. And Mickey absolutely DOES NOT think of Ian on his knees for any other reason.

"Ah! Here! It says my resident advisor is Paula? Uhm... yeah, Paula Bitterman."

"Fuck off. Paula?"

"You know her?"

Yeah, Mickey fucking knows her alright.

"Listen man, I'm supposed to make you feel comfortable in your 'transition to educational success' but that bitch is fucking nuts. One dude, last year, apparently played his music too loud for her taste and to teach him a lesson she tied him to a chair, smeared raw ground beef on his body, and threatened him with a big ass German Shepard. Guy had nightmares for weeks."

Mickey doesn't need to add that the guy in that story had been him.

Ian groans with this new information. "Great. That's all I need on top of everything else. A psycho RA!"

And he feels bad. Mickey knows how much pressure new students are under, add in being on a scholarship and then top that with Paula Bitterman? Anyone would crumble under that.

Ian shouldn't have to though.

Mickey knew as soon as Mandy showed up at his door with Ian what his matchmaking bitch of a sister was doing. And even though he didn't seem to, he does appreciate her efforts.

But, he wanted to play this slow. That's why his ass is single 𝘯𝘰𝘸. He moved too fast. Got too comfortable and went and caught feelings for someone who did not feel the same.

And ever since then, for the past six months, Mandy has paraded every gay guy she meets across Mickey's path. Yet, none of them have interested him. Just a gray blend of guys who could be mistaken for anyone else.

But there's something different about Ian. From the moment that Mickey saw him in the hallway, he can tell this motherfucker clings to the shit he cares about.

Mickey sorta wants that someday.

So, fuck it. Here goes.

"You could... I don't know... I mean, if you wanted to..."

"If I wanted to what?"

Spit it out, Milkovich!

"You should sleep with me."

That was not what Mickey's brain had wanted to say.

"I mean... not together, obviously..."

Ian scrunches up his face, sarcasm extremely evident. "Obviously? You mean, you don't want to sleep with me?"

Mickey sighs. "What I 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 is that there's an open room on my floor this semester. I could probably pull a few strings. Get you moved."

"Really? You'd do that?"

"Sure, why not? You're a better option than whatever dumbass this place chooses for me."

Mickey knows he needs to try harder.

<><><>

Three weeks into the semester and Ian is obsessed with Mickey.

How could he not be?

Not only did Mickey get Ian moved to his building but he also, somehow, got him a card for the cafeteria to get free food. He had said it was because of Ian's "fucked up schedule" making it nearly impossible to grab a bite on days he has practice.

But, Ian likes to believe it's more than that.

Because Mickey comes to his games, he texts him at night to complain about James and his "bitchy attitude", he sends him funny memes before Ian has to run across campus to the two classes he absolutely dispises, and on the rare days when Ian comes in way too late from practice, muscles aching, exhausted beyond measure, Mickey always has some type of food waiting for him.

Yet, Ian doesn't say anything. He knows Mickey is gay. That's not the problem.

The problem is that Mickey is a RA. And, technically, all these gestures that he makes for Ian fall under the umbrella of a helpful RA. Through his rough, sorry not sorry, attitude, Mickey is a great RA and he actually gives a shit about his residents, even James.

So, yeah, Ian stays quiet about his infatuation for his RA.

Or, at least he does until October, when he's interrupted from his studying by a familiar, obnoxious banging on his door.

He yells out that it's open and just who he expects steps into his room.

"Hey, Mands. What's up?"

She kicks the door shut and glares at him. Ian feels a fear he's never experienced before slide down his back. "What-"

"Are you retarded?"

"Excuse me?"

"Are. You. Retarded?"

Honestly, Ian's a bit offended. "No."

Mandy crosses her arms and nods. "Then are you blind?"

Alright. That's it.

"Okay, Mandy. I don't know what your deal is but-"

"𝘔𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭!?" She practically screeches in his face. "My 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 is 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. My brother likes you. He does all of these things for you to prove it and show he's interested, and yet I find out that you're going on a date with some meat head from my chemistry lab this Halloween? What the hell, Ian?"

"Mickey? Hold on, Mickey likes me?"

"Yes! God, you are 𝘴𝘰 dumb!"

Ian agrees, perhaps he is. "I just thought he was doing all that stuff because he's my RA."

Mandy scoffs, but her posture softens. "My brother half-asses his RA responsibilities just enough so they won't pull it from him." She sits down next to Ian on his bed. "Feelings are hard for him. Whenever he experiences them or voices them, all he gets is disappointment. His ex, his so-called best friend from high school... our father..."

Ian stays quiet. He doesn't know much about Mandy and Mickey's dad but he knows enough to shut his mouth.

It's a solid minute and a half before she continues. "He deserves to have someone be kind to him for once. To love and to be loved in return. Doesn't everyone deserve that? At least once in this shitty life?"

He nods, because, yeah, everyone does deserve that. And Ian knows that let down. He knows how it feels, he knows how it tastes. How it can stew within you and ruin every good thing you come across.

"Yeah, of course."

"You remember back when we first met? When I asked you if you were single? If you had been in a relationship or straight, I would have taken you two floors down, where my boyfriend is a RA. Instead, I took your gay, single, lost puppy looking ass to my brother."

Ian doesn't know what to say to that. Imagine if his fear from that day had won out and he had never met Mickey? That thought alone physically pains him.

His cellphone lands in his lap. "Text him. Now. And cancel your other date. Halloween is Mickey's favorite holiday."

He just grins. "Yeah, I know."

As Mandy lets herself out, mumbling about how clueless men are, Ian opens up his and Mickey's message thread. He takes a deep breath and takes a leap. Hopeful he'll land safely in solid arms attached to tattooed knuckles.

He types:

"Are you free on Halloween?"

#not beta'd we die like Sammi should have #this has no plot #but I wrote it so #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #mandy milkovich #college au #a.u.gust 2023 #auds writes #auds does canva #ficlet #less than 2500 words

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Wolfgang: I’m sorry kid, you want me to what?

High Five: Well, Wolfy- Wait, am I allowed to call you ‘Wolfy’?

Wolfgang: 'Wolfgang' is fine, kid.

High Five: Right, I guess that would be kinda weird what with the whole ‘exile’ thing…

Wolfgang: Look, kid, I’m getting arrested here. You mind getting to the point?

High Five: Oh, right, yes, I guess you would be in kind of a rush considering your circumstances. Uh, look, I just have this music studies 101 paper that’s due like, eugh, tomorrow and, as you can imagine, music’s not really my forte, I’m more into aeronautics and that’s beside the point- Look, your dossier on the cultural impact of rock is revolutionary and, honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re a wanted terrorist, you’d be one of the biggest faces in the field, so I was wondering if I could leverage you for some…. uncredited help?

Wolfgang: ….

High Five: …Please?

Wolfgang: (tearing up) ...You think my work is revolutionary?

High Five: Is that a yes? Cause I can see the Trap Masters coming with the paddy wagon.

Wolfgang: (openly crying) Y-Yeah, sure kid, whatever…

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Blades: (punches Golden Queen in the face)

Golden Queen: Gah!! Damn it!!

Blades: Answer the question, Goldie!

Golden Queen: You little brat, you’ll pay for this!

Blades: (starts choking Golden Queen out) If you know what is good for your health you will not make me ask again, now answer the question!

Golden Queen: Alright, alright!! …The three branches of government are legislative, executive, and judicial.

Blades: (letting go) Damn it! I knew I got that question wrong…

Golden Queen: (struggling to breathe) Wait a minute, you already took the test?!

Blades: Man, shut up! The fuck are you still doing conscious?! (punches Golden Queen’s lights out)

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Dr. Krankcase: (mixing an alchemical brew) Hmm, yes, an interesting reaction.

Echo: …Bro, did you just mix oil and water and call it an ‘interesting reaction’?

Dr. Krankcase: You?! How did you get here?! How did you find my lair?!

Echo: I’m smart, and you’re basic.

Dr. Krankcase: I am not bas- What do you want?!

Echo: Well, I got a chemistry paper due tomorrow and Mags told me you’re apparently a great alchemist but, from what I’ve seen, I already know more than you. I’m out of here.

Dr. Krankcase: I’m a great alchemist! I know things! Where are you going?!

Echo: To go talk to- Get off me, man- To go talk to Pop Fizz or Bad Juju or any of the other ten million potion experts in Skylands.

Dr. Krankcase: But I know thi-!! Okay, I guess, just… forget I was here. Don’t tell Eon about us!

#skylanders #incorrect quotes #incorrect skylanders quotes #source: pandaredd #Blades #Dr. Krankcase #Echo #Golden Queen #High Five #Wolfgang #admin post

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Chrysalis: I’m sorry kid, you want me to what?

Silverstream: Well, your highness- Wait, am I allowed to call you ‘your highness’?

Chrysalis: Chrysalis is fine, kid.

Silverstream: Right, I guess that would be kinda weird what with the whole ‘exile’ thing…

Chrysalis: Look, kid, I’m getting arrested here. You mind getting to the point?

Silverstream: Oh, right, yes, I guess you would be in kind of a rush considering your circumstances. Uh, look, I just have this psychology 101 paper that’s due like, eugh, tomorrow and, as you can imagine, psychology’s not really my forte, I’m more into civil engineering and that’s beside the point- Look, you’re manifesto on cross-cultural psychology is revolutionary and, honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re a wanted terrorist, you’d be one of the biggest faces in the field, so I was wondering if I could leverage you for some…. uncredited help?

Chrysalis: …..

Silverstream: … Please?

Chrysalis: ….. (tearing up) You think my work is revolutionary?

Silverstream: Is that a yes? Cause I can see Flash coming with the paddy wagon.

Chrysalis: (openly crying) Y-Yeah, sure kid, whatever…

—-

Gallus: (punches Sombra in the face)

Sombra: Gah!! Damn it!!

Gallus: Answer the question, smokey!

Sombra: You little brat, you’ll pay for this!

Gallus: (starts choking Sombra out) If you know what is good for your health you will not make me ask again, now answer the question!

Sombra: Alright, alright!! … The three branches of government are legislative, executive, and judicial.

Gallus: (letting go) Damn it! I knew I got that question wrong…

Sombra: (struggling to breathe) Wait a minute, you already took the test?!

Gallus: Man, shut up! The fuck are you still doing conscious?! (punches Sombra’s lights out)

—-

Diomedes: (mixing an alchemical brew) Hmm, yes, an interesting reaction.

Ocellus: …. Bro, did you just mix oil and water and call it an ‘interesting reaction’?

Diomedes: You?! How did you get here?! How did you find our island?!

Ocellus: I’m smart, and you’re basic.

Diomedes: I am not bas- What do you want?!

Ocellus: Well, I got a chemistry paper due tomorrow and Swift told me you’re apparently a great alchemist but, from what I’ve seen, I already know more than you. I’m out of here.

Diomedes: I’m a great alchemist! I know things! Where are you going?!

Ocellus: To go talk to- Get off me, man- To go talk to Zecora or Twilight or any of the other ten million potion experts in Equestria.

Diomedes: But I know thi-!! Okay, I guess, just… forget I was here. Don’t tell Celestia about us!

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Short Mary & Matthew ficlet #4

Prompt: Matthew recognises how much Mary supported him during his injury (with a lot some pushing from Isobel)

This one is Long. It took him a while.

Isobel was standing by the window in the library, a cup of tea in her hands, watching Matthew and Lavinia in the gardens below. Lavinia's mouth was forming words, gesturing excitedly, but Matthew was still and silent. He turned his face up towards the sky, and closed his eyes when Lavinia was looking the other way.

It was a sunny day. Maybe the sun would do him good. Shine through the shadows in his mind.

She felt someone stand next to her, and turned to see Mary with her own cup, looking out at the scene below. She found Mary to be a hard person, when she first met her. Now she knew the only thing hard about the young woman was the shell around her heart. It only made her wonder how much she hurt, how many wounds the world had inflicted on her before she shut herself away from it.

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"Why don't I ask Carson to get us some sandwiches? You didn't eat much at lunch, did you not like it?"

"It was perfectly pleasant."

Lavinia frowned, but seemed to come to a quick decision. "Well. I'll ring for the sandwiches all the same."

Matthew didn't reply.

Carson was very prompt.

Cheese crackers with orange mascarpone and cucumber salmon squares. Matthew bit into one impassively. Lavinia looked on encouragingly.

Isobel frowned. He always preferred a sweet scone with afternoon tea. Maybe he preferred something lighter now.

He wasn't going anywhere after all, where would all that sugar go. The bitter thought hit her like a punch in the stomach and she had to ask to be excused.

Matthew didn't return her kiss goodbye.

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"How was he today? I was needed at the hospital, and only got back a few hours ago." Isobel was bone weary and not just from the long day. Watching her child turn into a shadow of himself really took it out of her, it seemed.

"Oh, much the same. We got to take a turn in the gardens but-"

Isobel noticed the girl frown. Oh, maybe, maybe he finally talked to her. "What is it?"

Lavinia shook her head "I think I made Mary rather cross with me."

"Goodness. What happened?"

"I didn't think, I got Matthew a blanket for the cold. But it had snowed and the blanket was long and- he wouldn't know."

Isobel frowned. No. No he wouldn't know if his legs were wet and frozen. Her hands tightened on her cup and she had to leave it back on the tray, her fingers tightening on her lap under the table.

"How was Matthew, was he upset?"

Lavinia smiled then "No! Not at all. He was kind, he didn't say anything, even though it was so stupid of me. I'll know better next time."

Isobel smiled kindly to the girl, even as her heart was breaking for her son. They'd won the war, but he certainly came back from it defeated.

"I'm sure you will, my dear."

Lavinia was still biting her lower lip "I think Mary was really upset."

Isobel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Certainly, Mary Crawley would be upset. Her attentiveness and skill when she'd been taking care of Matthew would have been the envy of an army hospital.

Molesley came in to take the tea trays, and Isobel offered her future daughter-in-law another smile. "I shouldn't worry too much. I'm sure Mary… kept it all under control. And she forgives. She might bite, but she forgives. Too much like her grandmother, that girl."

She got a laugh out of Lavinia with that comment, and the girl seemed to relax.

Isobel didn't want to but the image came to her mind anyway. Mary with that fury of the Crawley line swirling in her eyes in that contained way of hers, as she took in Matthew's shoulders hunched in shame, Lavinia fumbling with the blanket, a stream of apologies as she waited for a footman to come and sort it out.

Isobel was lost in thought and didn't realise Lavinia was speaking again "… she didn't stay. I don't know if it was because I made her angry or… I think seeing Matthew like that might be upsetting for her. She's always so polite, but she never stays long if we're in a room."

Isobel nodded, absentmindedly. No. Mary wouldn't stand by and watch any of that.

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"I was reading that."

"Well, you took too long, now I'm reading it."

"You must be joking?"

"You can't just monopolise the latest Montgomery, Matthew. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other and you seem to need as much to make friends with Anne of Green Gables. It might just be that you don't like each other."

Isobel watched from over her needlework. Matthew seemed put out, but his shoulders were relaxed. His index finger lightly tapping the arm of his chair. Like he was thinking.

"Are you friends with her then? Were seven days sufficient for you two?"

Mary lifted an imperious brow, and pointedly turned the page of the book she was holding. "Of a kind. I was a bit too old for it when the first one came out. But Sybil loved them and made me read the whole book to her."

"And now?"

Mary shrugged "It's rude not to greet an old friend when they visit."

Matthew chuckled and Isobel looked up at the sound, her heart pounding, only to see him turn his face down, and cover his eyes with his hand, rubbing his forehead. Tired. She watched Mary also sneak peaks at him from over her book, her dark eyes reading him more than the words on the page. She hid herself behind the book again, before she spoke:

"I can read it to you, if you'd like."

Matthew looked up, peeved. "I'm not a child."

She turned her eyes back to him, the imperious look back. "Of course not. But we must find some compromise, I'm not just handing this over you know."

"God forbid."

Isobel watched as they stared at each other. Matthew's finger was still tapping the arm of his chair.

"How about… I read it to you?"

Mary smirked, and offered him the book. Matthew smiled as he opened it, and Isobel could cry. He turned to the first page-

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"How nice, that I finally get you to myself. A rare gift these days!"

Matthew offered her a small smile, and Isobel could live with that.

"Where are they all anyway?" she asked him, trying to engage him in some conversation as she took a sip of her tea.

"Robert has a meeting with the tenants. Edith and Sybil are in Ripon. You know of course Lavinia's gone to London to sort out some errands for Reggie."

Isobel nodded. Of course she knew that. The girl stayed with her after all. "And Mary?"

Matthew looked out the window. They had a lot of rain after days of snow, and the mud was making it very hard for him to go anywhere. Not that he seemed to mind, even if he wouldn't look at her now, a frown on his face as he watched the world outside. "She's over at Haxby. Richard came around he probably… added one horrid thing or other to the place that he wanted to share with her."

Isobel tried to move past the tone of bitterness in his voice, as much as it hurt her to do so. God knew which of all the things mentioned would be making him bitter. She placed her cup back on its saucer. She'd have to drag it out of him, whatever it was, because he wasn't willingly sharing the things that hurt him with her. Not anymore. "She must be somewhat excited, to see the place she'll call home come to life." she pushed on.

"Downton will always be Mary's home."

The answer was immediate. And final.

Isobel wished she could give her son a nice shake. "Of course. But she'll live there, what does she say, what's it like?"

"Big."

She waited, expecting some explanation.

Matthew gave a short laugh then, and turned to her, lifting his eyebrow in perfect imitation of Mary "Really. It's just big."

Isobel watched as he chuckled to himself, his eyes lost in memory.

Goodness. It was perhaps, more complicated than she thought.

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Isobel wept the night she saw her son standing on his own two feet again. She got home, and kneeled next to her bed, and thanked God in prayer like she hadn't done since she had been a little girl. Her son. Her boy would get his life back.

It had been a few weeks since then. Matthew hadn't moved back home yet but it was only a matter of time. Isobel visited every day, even though it was a flurry of activity there, and the kind of activity that tended to be tiresome.

Some of it was inescapable, like the wedding preparations, but then a maid was hired, or one of the old footmen wouldn't leave and there was a baby in the dining room but nobody seemed to know how he got there or what to do about it, and Isobel couldn't wait to get back to the village where people had normal problems.

She had thought, now that Matthew's whole life was ahead of him once again, and his brooding moods had returned, so would his assertiveness and confidence.

Instead he was often lost in thought, plastering on a smile when he caught someone watching him. More alarming still, he was quite withdrawn as they sat in the drawing room, to discuss some wedding plans, putting on that same smile whenever Lavinia or anyone else asked a question, but always answering with some variation of "Whatever you think is best, I truly don't mind."

Isobel listened to the girl, and made as many contributions as she could, along with Cora and Edith, who had been taking tea with them and discussing plans, Lavinia's excitement being quite nice to see.

They were talking about flower arrangements when she turned to Cora "Do you think Mary could help me pick the bouquets for the bridesmaids? I'm not sure which flowers to choose from, and she knew quite a lot about them when we walked about the garden a few times."

Cora looked lost for words for a moment "Oh… perhaps, why don't you ask her? I know she's got a lot on now, with Haxby, and her own wedding to plan-"

"Plus Mary won't lift a finger for things that don't involve her - like someone else's wedding" added Edith.

Isobel heard Cora's tut at the comment, but she felt a strong, almost maternal, urge to defend the girl. "Well. I for one am incredibly grateful to her, for how she cared for Matthew when he first came back, and I wasn't here to look after him. Even though it didn't involve her."

She watched Lavinia's puzzled expression, and wanted to tut at her own son who was focusing on staring at the carpet, his face pale.

"Did Mary really look after you, back then?" Lavinia asked, very kindly.

Matthew tightened his hand on his walking stick, and swallowed visibly, all the women staring at him intently. Eventually he shook his head a rough smirk on his face, his eyes troubled "You know Mary. She won't miss a chance to push someone around."

He got a chuckle out of Edith for that comment, and Isobel was about to reprimand him when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, and looked up to see Mary standing at the other end of the room, having walked through the open door, unobserved.

Isobel's hands tightened on her tea cup as Cora greeted her eldest daughter, who was walking towards them, handbag still clutched in her hands in front of her stomach, like a physical shield.

Isobel saw whatever colour was on Matthew's face leave it as he whipped his head around to stare at the object of their conversation.

Mary spoke before anyone could utter another word "Please. Don't let me disturb you I just wanted to say hello. I'm quite dusty from the trip, I think I should like to change."

Cora nodded, eagerly agreeing "Why don't you ask Anna to run you a bath darling? It's been a long day."

"Yes, I think I shall."

Isobel saw her look at Matthew, very fleetingly, before she steeled her spine and turned, walking out of the room through the same door.

Isobel did not need to wonder why Matthew didn't speak another word for the rest of the visit.

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Matthew's foul mood persisted. For days. He'd finally moved back to Crawley House, but it didn't make any difference.

Isobel watched him stew in his misery and for once, she let him stew. He deserved it. Mary was being perfectly polite at dinners and visits. But Isobel doubted he managed to have even a moment alone with her. Maybe he finally realised that Mary Crawley did not just spend hours on end keeping a man company to lift his spirits because she had nothing better to do.

Lavinia had gone up to London for some wedding shopping, and Isobel was having breakfast with her son, as normal, for the first time in almost a year. It would have been perfect if he hadn't spent most of his time huffing behind his newspaper.

"You could just apologise, you know."

"Mother…"

"Don't "mother" me. I'm tired of your moping. Surely you can give the woman an apology, it can't be that hard. She's your friend-"

This time, a pained laughter came from behind the newspaper, and Isobel looked up. Matthew dropped the newspaper and got up, grabbing his walking stick and pacing to the window.

"If I start apologising to Mary I shall be at it for days."

"Why is that?"

"Please, mother, stop pushing. You wouldn't understand."

"Won't I? Might it have anything to do with your distinct lack of enthusiasm for your own wedding?"

Matthew turned to her, a frightened expression on his face.

"Or might it have to do with the amount of care Mary showed you, above and beyond that of even a dedicated nurse? Washing you, with Sybil. Sitting by your bedside throughout your stay at the hospital. Being there through your examinations. Being the one to break the news of you injury, of William's death. You think Dr Clarkson wouldn't give me all the details of your stay? That I wouldn't ask?"

She watched him pace in misery, and she let him wallow as she continued "… Or do you think I'd forget finding her cleaning your vomit and telling you everything would be alright? Perhaps you thought that was normal behaviour for a distant relation, I'm surprised you didn't expect Edith or Cora to do the same."

"Stop. Enough. I know this, of course I know."

"Good. Then maybe go and tell her why you told none of this to Lavinia. Or why you told Lavinia nothing of your retracted proposal to Mary, all those years ago, something that should be old history by now, shouldn't it? Instead letting Lavinia expect the poor woman to help plan your wedding."

Matthew shook his head "I wouldn't- I didn't expect-"

Isobel didn't let him misdirect her "… Or perhaps you'd like to not talk about Mary, and focus on you a little more."

Matthew covered his face with one hand, but Isobel had had enough. "Lets talk about why you only felt safe to take out your anger on Mary, and be so beastly to her, because Mary will forgive you anything, won't she? And she will put up with the moods you won't share with Lavinia. Lavinia who you will let mother you more than you've ever allowed anyone, even me, since you left the nursery. And I don't know if that should make me worry, or make me happy- that you'd allow that kind of care."

Her son's face was stricken. Isobel persisted. "But I do worry. Because it's not Lavinia that you can laugh with. Or laugh for. Even in your darkest moments. Is it? And I know you normally like an argument, my boy. So tell me. What are you doing?"

She could see his eyes flood with tears, and it broke her heart all over again. "I'm just trying to do the right thing, mother. That's all I ever wanted to do."

Isobel nodded. She knew this already. "But what is the right thing to do in this situation, Matthew?"

He shook his head, and dropped back on the chair heavily. "I'll go to the Abbey after breakfast. I'll apologise."

Isobel let out a breath. It was a start.

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He did go to the Abbey after breakfast. But he didn't apologise.

Isobel watched him find the courage to talk every morning, and then come back empty handed. Either saying that Mary was out, or nothing at all, just shutting himself in the library and not coming out until dinner.

She had to go to the Abbey herself a few days later, hoping to discuss some hospital matters with Cora. Carson informed her that lady Grantham was visiting the dowager countess, but she'd be back soon, so Isobel found herself sat in the library, with a cup of tea, when she heard footsteps behind her.

"… time to stop harassing Carson, I doubt there's anything that significant you wish to speak to me about."

"Stop punishing me Mary, you know there is."

Isobel found herself frozen still. They hadn't seen her, the back of the armchair covering her perfectly. If she made herself known it was possible that they would postpone the conversation to the next century. But if they saw her later… Isobel decided it was a risk she was willing to take.

"Fine. Tell me now, what is it."

Isobel heard her son huff, and could practically picture the annoyance mixing with guilt in his expression "I want to apologise. For what you overheard. It wasn't true."

"I know. It's fine. There's no need for you to apologise."

"It's not fine! Mary-"

"I didn't do anything expecting thanks, Matthew. I don't care what anyone thinks about it. Including you. All I wanted was for you to get better, and you did, so stop with your moping."

Mary sounded tired. Incredibly so. Isobel frowned, and wondered for a moment if she had anyone in her corner. Isobel had finally managed to get through to Matthew, to try and help him untangle his life. She thought of Mary and Sir Richard, and wondered.

Matthew might have seen the same weariness, because he spoke more calmly "I'm still sorry for what I said. You didn't deserve it."

"Fine. Apology accepted. Happy now?"

"…happi-er. Does that count?"

Isobel heard Mary chuckle "I'm the wrong person to ask."

Cora's voice came in through the hall then, and they seemed to find themselves out of time, walking out to greet her.

Isobel quickly picked up her cup and moved across the room, going through the door to the small library. If Carson found her transfer strange as he led Cora to her a moment later, he didn't mention anything about it.

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"So. Did you make things right?"

Matthew looked up from his book as she walked into the drawing room at Crawley House that evening. Her talk with Cora took longer than expected.

"It's not like you to gossip this much mother."

"I don't think of my care for your wellbeing as gossip."

Matthew looked at her, shaking his head and rolling his eyes before he turned back to his book without another word.

Well. That was an improvement. "Any words of wisdom from your readings?" She said, dropping the topic for now as she took a seat across from him. He was healthy, and he was here. Everything else would sort itself out.

Matthew didn't miss a beat, turning a page and offering a quote "My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes."

Oh dear. There was so much more work to be done.

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 19

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It wasn't the right time and place to cry, but I could no longer hold back my tears.

Kate: … Liam…

Roger: Young lady! Liam…!

Right when my hand was about to let go of Liam’s, a much stronger arm grabbed him.

Kate: … Roger.

Roger: … Guh.

Roger: Pull him up…! One, two, go!

Roger forcefully pulled Liam towards him.

We laid down onto the floor with a thud.

Kate: … *pant*... *pant*

Liam: I…

My heart was pounding loudly in my chest like a jackhammer.

Roger: Liam, you…!

Roger grabbed Liam by his shirt and raised his fist.

— But the punch was never thrown.

Roger: …

Roger: Whether you live or die doesn't matter to me.

Roger: How you want to treat your life is completely up to you. It’s just that…

Roger: I will never tolerate someone who hesitates while dying.

Liam: …!

Roger moved his arm away from Liam.

Liam: Roger, I…

Roger: I’m going to catch up with Al and Harry. … They went after your dad who shot up the place and fled.

When Roger’s footsteps faded away, a frightening silence fell upon us.

My eyes met Liam’s, and I was finally able to move again.

(... Liam.)

I pulled Liam into a hug as he sat on the floor.

Liam: …

(... He’s warm.)

(... Yeah, he’s really… alive.)

Kate: … Thank goodness…

My tears fell onto Liam’s shirt, wetting it.

Liam: … Kate.

Liam: … Please… please don't cry because of me…

…

Alfons and Harrison gave chase to Max who ran away after the gunfight.

They caught and cornered him.

Alfons: Goodness. There's no way you can outrun us with your crippled leg.

Max: … Guh.

Alfons: — So, what do you intend to do with this man?

Harrison: …

Harrison pulled out his gun and held it to Max’s forehead.

— However, he didn't pull the trigger.

Alfons: … Harry?

Harrison: It’s easy for me to kill you right here and now.

Harrison: But that won’t help him (Liam) one bit.

Max: Hah. I have no idea how you guys are related to that boy.

Max: But you must be a very unusual bunch to hang around that jinx.

Harrison: … A jinx?

Max: Yes. Everything has been messed up ever since that boy was born. I… I lost everything thanks to him.

Max: Love, wealth… and even a body free from scars!

Max: If you protect him, misfortune will surely befall upon you!

Harrison: … Misfortune, huh.

Harrison: Unfortunately, we’ve already grown accustomed to misfortune. Besides—

Harrison: I’ll decide my own misfortune. I don't remember you having the right to tell me what to do.

Harrison fired a shot at Max, deliberately missing the side of his face by an inch.

Max: … Ggh.

Following the reverberation of the gunshot, Max vanished with a limp.

Harrison: … Let’s head back to them.

Alfons: Right.

Alfons smiled and watched Harrison’s back as he walked back to Liam.

Alfons: He’ll never be saved unless he faces it head on… hm?

Alfons: The more you try to face reality, the more you’ll get hurt. They sure are fond of getting hurt, these people are hopeless.

…

We brought Liam back to Crown’s castle from the bell tower.

Victor urged us to get some rest for the night, saying “we’ll talk about the details tomorrow”.

I made some hot milk and brought it to Liam’s room where he was resting.

(I think something warm can help ease his mind a little, even if he can’t taste it.)

Contrary to the warmth in my hands, there was still some lingering tension in my fingers.

(I stopped Liam from losing his life.)

(But…)

(At that moment, no matter how many times I yelled for him to… Liam wouldn't grab my hand.)

My heart ached when I remembered the way he didn't grab my hand.

Liam may still be standing alone at the grip of death.

(... What can I do for him?)

I knocked on the door, and Liam delightfully welcomed me into his room before happily accepting the hot milk.

(The last time I stepped into this room, I didn't have the time to think this much about it.)

Boxes of presents from theatre guests were all over his room, and every one of them was left unopened.

I had a feeling that… it was because he didn't think he deserved them.

Liam: … Kate, you came because you wanted to talk to me, right?

The old me would've been too afraid of getting hurt to go any further.

(But I know that I’ll never reach Liam’s heart if I continue being afraid.)

Accepting the reality that stepping any further might hurt, I spoke up.

Kate: Yes. … I have something to tell you.

Sitting on his bed, Liam urged me to go sit next to him.

Kate: I know that you wanted to erase yourself from the world.

Kate: But I never could find out what was the reason for that.

(... I know for sure that Liam’s father held an important position in Liam’s heart.)

– Flashback Start –

William: I found that Liam’s father had dismissed many of the family's butlers in the past without any good reasons.

William: That proves that there was a secret he didn't want any of them to know, right?

– Flashback End –

Kate: You once talked to me about your past while we were reading Jacob’s letters, right?

Kate: I believe that everything you told back then were true. But…

Kate: I have a feeling you left out a “very important” part of the story.

Liam: …

Kate: And I’m sure it was because you didn't want me to worry unnecessarily. … Am I right to say that?

Liam: I knew it… I’m not good at hiding and telling lies.

Liam: Yeah, you're right. You’re right about all of that.

Liam: … Hey, Kate. I’m about to show you something disturbing…

Liam: It’s not a big deal, so there’s no need to be too shocked.

(Huh…?)

Liam faced his back towards me and removed his jacket.

He then unbuttoned his shirt and lifted it up, showing me his bare back.

(T-Those are…)

Liam’s back was covered in scars, like it had a burning fire poker forced onto it multiple times.

It was obvious that they were old wounds, inflicted by someone a long time ago.

I gently stroked the wounds with my fingers.

Liam: … They don’t hurt anymore, so it’s okay if you touch them.

Kate: Were those wounds…

Liam: Yes, they were caused by my father.

Rather than surprise, I got more of a “ah, I knew it” feeling.

Liam put his shirt back on and sat back down onto the bed, facing me.

Liam: In this world, there is always a right way to do something. For example, a response that would please someone, a smile that puts someone in a good mood, and so on.

Liam: Ever since I was a little boy, I’ve been pathetically bad at picking the correct answer that people want me to…

Liam: Therefore, that man would train me—

– Flashback Start –

Max: London bridge is broken down, broken down, broken down… ♪

A burning fire poker was pressed against Liam’s back.

Liam: … Ah! Ahh…!

Max: I love you, that's why I’m training you for your own good, do you understand?

Liam: Yes… I’ll do my best to be a better son. So please… please don't hate me.

– Flashback End –

There might have been something only the two of them understood.

(Regardless of the reason… hurting a child is absolutely unforgivable.)

Kate: … What about your mother?

Liam: She didn't care. She even hated the sight of me.

Liam: But I thought it was inevitable because it was my fault for not being good enough…

Liam: Things continued that way until my curse first appeared when I was five years old.

The first appearance of his curse was when he accidentally stepped onto the railway tracks and was nearly run over by an incoming train.

Liam mentioned this before. I’m sure there’s still important information that he’s hiding.

Liam: That day, I had been receiving strict training since morning. I was walking alone next to the railway tracks with my back covered in wounds.

The sky was so clear that day that it was scary, but it had been raining in my heart for a long time.

I was walking around while in a daze, and that was when I heard a voice that sounded exactly like mine—

Say, Liam. Why don’t you jump onto the tracks? It must be the most thrilling thing you’ll ever experience.

Liam: In my head… I knew that it was a dangerous thing to do, and I would die doing that.

Liam: I felt myself get increasingly excited as I listened to that voice. And so… I jumped onto the tracks.

Liam said that it was a close call.

Liam: As I listened to the sound of the train passing by, I realised that I was laughing… because that was the most thrill I had ever felt in my life.

Liam: For the first time in a long while… I felt alive.

Liam: That was my curse — and then came my episodes.

(He let himself be led on by a voice that sounds exactly like his…?)

(Could it be…)

Kate: Was it your own voice you’re hearing, Liam…?

Liam: … Yes, that’s right.

Curses were inborn, and a trigger causes them to appear — that was an established fact.

Liam was no exception.

(However, is it true that Liam’s episodes aren't caused by his curse… and instead they’re psychological?)

(In that case… everything that has been caused by his episodes would be Liam’s fault.)

Liam smiled, as if he knew what conclusion I had arrived at.

Liam: Ever since, driven by my curse and episodes, I committed multiple wrongdoings.

Liam: My entire family died in my hands. Afterwards, I was placed under some relatives’ care… and I killed them too.

It was a shocking confession, but I knew that Liam wouldn't do that without a reason.

Kate: Did those relatives treat you badly too…?

Liam’s smile confirmed it.

(Liam’s heart was broken and hurt over and over again… did that cause him to have his episodes?)

But if that’s true, then — whose fault is it?

Everyone who hurt Liam likely pointed their fingers at him saying “You’re inferior, you’re wicked”.

Above all else, Liam constantly blamed himself more than anyone else, telling himself “it’s my fault”.

Liam: And after that, my relatives put me into a psychiatric hospital…

Liam: After spending some time there, Victor found me and brought me with him to Crown from the hospital.

Kate: And for a long time, you’ve been looking for a reason to die?

Kate: A reason that the late Jacob would accept.

He nodded his head once.

That small gesture made my heart creak again.

Liam: I would always volunteer for dangerous missions. I did many dangerous things with Al too.

Liam: And yet, death never came for me. I don't know why.

Liam: I wonder if it's because even God doesn't want to accept someone who wants to die like this…?

I felt that if I relaxed even just a little bit, my tears would start flowing uncontrollably. So I grit my teeth and held them back.

I didn't want my tears to make it seem like I could understand the pain Liam had been suffering from for a long time.

Liam: … Hey, Kate. The things we have in this world are very beautiful, don't you think?

Kate: Huh?

Liam: The flowers blooming by the sidewalks, the stars I saw with you… oh, and you. They’re all so beautiful.

His rose coloured eyes sparkled like he was looking at a precious treasure.

Liam: Everything is beautiful in my eyes. They all have a reason for existing…

Liam: They look like their birth was a blessing.

Liam: However, it's not the case for me.

Kate: … It’s not?

Liam: I’m the only one who’s a flaw in this world.

Liam: But even then, I can’t give up because I’m afraid of being hated by others. So I’m always trying to get on everyone’s good side.

There was a day when I thought it was frightening how Liam was able to completely erase his own desires and put others before himself.

(But it’s because… they’ve been continuously trampled on and crushed into pieces until he ended up in this state, isn't it?)

Liam: Aha, it's so shameful and pathetic, right?

Liam’s fingers were trembling slightly, and yet he was still smiling like it was nothing.

It was sad, tragic, and helplessly pitiable.

I reached my hand out and gently touched Liam’s smiling face.

Liam: … Kate?

Kate: … Liam, please don't smile.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil main story #liam main story #niki translates

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ᴴⁱᵍʰ ᴼⁿ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ᴬⁿᵈ ᶜʰʳⁱˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ᶜʰᵉᵉʳ

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Synopsis: bestfriend!bucky x female!oc, At a Christmas party, you and bucky get high, and happen to share some feelings.

hey....been a MINUTE (or a month, *cough*) i hate work. life is annoying, writing is the only thing that brings me joy and i have time to do it like, fucking never? seb masterlist

“Damn, this shit is good.” Maddie inhales, filling her lungs with the delicious feeling of warmth and marijuana.

“Should be, paid too much for it.” Sam, who she’s never even seen smoke has eyes that are almost somewhere else, like he’s just had a huge revelation and it’s made him so happy.

“Pass it.” Bucky sticks out a metal palm in front of Maddie, who gives him the blunt almost reluctantly. He eyes the long roll of weed before bringing it to his lips. Maddie smiles, she can see it almost instantly.

The way the soldier's broad shoulders relax, and his brooding stare becomes one of content. “You weren't kidding, pal.”

Sam and Maddie both laugh as they continue to puff and pass, the party roaring on in just the other room. The three are all huddled in Maddie’s room, Sam sitting on the floor, and she and Bucky propped up against the headboard.

Sam takes another hit, smiling. “I’m going to grab some drinks, want anything, Buck? Mad?”

“Fruit punch.” She answers quickly eyeing Bucky who just shakes his head. Maddie calls after Sam who’s halfway out the door. “Can you lock the door, I don’t want anyone in here. Knock when you come back, I’ll open it.”

Sam just nods and locks it, twisting the doorknob and heading downstairs. The thrum and almost silent beat of music shakes the whole house. Maddie smiles, wrapping her lips around the wrapper of the blunt and inhaling. Her entire room smells of it, and she can’t seem to get enough.

“What’s wrong, Buck?” She nudges his shoulder, grabbing one of her Christmas-themed blankets and throwing it into her lap. They both look ridiculous with the Santa hats she bought specifically for her Christmas Eve party. His eyes widen as he just stares at her, running over her features, watching her as she runs her tongue over her bottom lip.

Maddie laughs nervously, tensing in the silence. “Buck?”

“Maddie.” Bucky finally answers, looking down to her lap which is lazily covered by the Rudolph blanket. He hates that blanket, he thinks it’s ugly. But when she has it covering her, it's the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“You okay? look’s like you just had a mid-life crisis in front of me.” She jokes, tilting her head back to rest on her headboard, looking up at the ceiling as the blunt rests on the ashtray beside her bed.

Bucky’s voice is hoarse, nearly silent as he whispers. “Can I kiss you?” Maddie’s heart instantly starts to pick up speed, her eyes wandering over his face, searching for something she can’t seem to find.

Bucky just sits there, seemingly content with waiting however long he needs for her answer. Maddie’s so flustered she doesn't know what to say. Bucky shifts in her bed, turning so his back is facing the opposite wall.

“I- Just- You look so hot right now and- Fuck. Please just let me kiss you.” Bucky tumbles over his words, almost running circles around himself. Maddie, almost on instinct leans in and it takes Bucky all but two seconds to capture her cheek and bring her lips to his.

The kiss is mouthwatering, it’s hot and needy. Bucky’s hand grabs the side of her hip, not pulling just resting there. He groans into her mouth, lips grabbing and sucking at hers.

She knows he needs more and Bucky showcases it well. “Your lips are so soft- Fuck.”

Maddie pulls away, placing a hand against his hard chest, almost as if shoving him back. Bucky’s eyes soar. “It’s the weed, Bucky.”

“No, it’s not. It just gives me the courage to act on what I want.”

Want. He says it so thoroughly and meaningfully that she almost believes him. She’s torn, she doesn't know what to do. Maddie has noticed though, a deep need settling in her gut. It’s whispering to her, saying things that are irrational and stupid and-

“There’s no going back from this, you know that?” She looks at her best friend, eyes sliding over to his lips, hearing his breathing. No, panting.

“Do you know how fucking long I’ve waited to do that? I don’t want to go back, I want to go forward.”

Damn it all. This is her best friend, the boy she’s known since fucking forever. The same boy that manages to make a Christmas hat look so damn attractive. “We don’t have to have sex, just please let me taste you again.” Bucky’s hair is tussled, and marijuana filters heavily through her room. Everything in front of her screams regrets and bad decisions.

“When you say things like that-”

His metal hand grasps the back of her head and slams her lips to his again, this time the kiss is fiery. Hot as hell. Maddie can taste him, the faint aroma of mint and Bucky. Her gut clenches and relaxes, the need turning into passion.

“Oh god.” Bucky groans, words muffled as his fingers find their way through her black strands, tugging ever so slightly. Maddie’s stomach fills with butterflies, and her heart aches.

Maddie has to force herself to pull away, their lips still connected with a string of saliva. “Bucky?”

“Hmm?” He answers hands still at his hip, heat transferring between the two.

“I think I may be falling in love with you.”

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120 Prompts (sorted)

40 prompts for each (fluff ; Angst & Funny)

All my prompt lists in one place: 🪽🪽

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Fluff:

#01 - “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.” ; “You are the WORST at this comfort thing.” #02 - “This? These tears? They are not a weakness. They show how strong you are and how strong you’ve been. And when you’re done, look back and know that you were strong enough to overcome what you once thought to be impossible.” #03 - “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.” #04 - “Why are you still here?” ; “Because I care about you, you asshole.” #05 - “On a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it would be if we got married?” ; “Off the charts. Let’s do it.” #06 - “Take my Hand.” ; “Why?” ; “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!” #07 - “What we have, it’s not love. Not romantic love anyways. It’s comfort.” #08 - “What can I do to make you feel as beautiful as you look to me?” #09 - “Good. Judge me. Take apart every word I’ve ever said, strip me of every action I’ve ever taken. Then know, for certain, that means it when I tell you that I love you.” #10 - “Unless I screw this up again, I’m going to marry you.” ; “Well you better not mess this up.” #11 - “Keep your sorry’s for when you need them and never apologize for doing the right thing, no matter who tells you otherwise. Even me.” #12 - “I never said ‘Thank you’, did I?” ; “For What?” ; “For… Well… Everything.” #13 - “I’ve discovered I love you.” ; “When did you discover this?” ; “Since all my decisions started to revolve around you.” #14 - “They look good together. Odd, but good.” #15 - “I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you.” #16 - “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” ; “Yes.” ; “What if I just break his nose a little?” #17 - “If you fall in love with two people, go with the second. Because if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.” #18 - “You’re not that easy to find, you know that?” #19 -”You know you’re my favorite, right?” ; “I better be.” #20 - “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way they watch you, how they whisper when you appear. They think you’re going to save them.” #21 - “Isn’t he cute?” ; “Who?” ; “____” ; “I’m worried about you.” #22 - “Those things you said yesterday… did you mean them?” #23 - “Why are you doing that?” ; “Doing what?” ; “Treating me like a person.” #24 - “Why are you staring at me like that?” ; “I think I just… finally understood you.” #25 - “Bring home all of them.” ; “But-” ; “All. Of. Them.” #26 - “I didn’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl.” ; “I didn’t either.” #27 - “Hey! Those are mine!” ; “Not anymore!” #28 - “I’m really nervous.” ; “Why’s that?” ; “...I’ve never danced before.” #29 - “You love her don’t you?” ; “Was it that obvious?” #30 - “Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.” #31 - “Here, lay down in my lap.” #32 - “I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?” #33 - “I’m not going anywhere.” #34 - “You make me feel save.” #35 - “You’re my family.” #36 - “I love you, every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.” #37 - “You don’t ever have to petrend. Not with me. Not ever.” #38 - “I trust you. More than anyone else.” #39 - “You don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here.” #40 - “I don’t like ____. I like you.”

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Angst:

#01 - “What can I do to make you feel as beautiful as you look to me?” #02 - “You're changing.” ; “So is the rest of the world.” #03 - “You have to die in order to live, and I had to live in order to die.” #04 - “I met Evil when I was only a child.” #05 - “You are about to die! Aren’t you scared!” ; “I’m used to it by now.” #06 - “You only did what’s best for you.” #07 - “Keep your sorry’s for when you need them and never apologize for doing the right thing, no matter who tells you otherwise. Even me.” #08 - “Good. Judge me. Take apart every word I’ve ever said, strip me of every action I’ve ever taken. Then know, for certain, that means it when I tell you that I love you.” #09 - “You made your choice and I made mine. Just because you can’t live with yours doesn’t mean you should shame me for living with mine.” #10 - “I’m not your little girl anymore.” #11 - “We’re going home,” she finally whispered “we’re finally going home.” #12 - “I can’t exactly help you if you won’t let me.” #13 - “It’s time for you to pick a side, either your with us, or against us.” #14 - “People make their own decisions. And sometimes, they decide to go for a while. And sometimes, it takes time to understand why.” #15 - “There’s nothing to lose, when you’re lonely and friendless.” #16 - “What’s going to happen to them?” ; “Nothing you can change.” #17 - “If you fall in love with two people, go with the second. Because if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.” #18 - “Those things you said yesterday…did you mean them?” #19 - “The saddest thing about betrayal isn’t how you got betrayed, but by who.” #20 - “Of course I still love you. But trusting you is a different question.! #21 - “I won’t let you die.” ; “I don’t think that’s how it works.” ; “I am Death, honey. I decide how it works.” #22 - “Stop telling me you’re okay.” #23 - “You’re doing the right thing.” ; “Then why does it feel so wrong to me?” #24 - “You give out pieces of yourself to people but never let them see the whole picture. I’ve seen it. I know who you are.” #25 - “I- I can’t stop it, I’m sorry…” ; “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe. You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I’ve got you.” #26 - “How dare you! I.. I Trusted you!” ; “Sweet, naive little girl/Boy/child. Trust is for children. You, my dear, are a soldier.” #27 - “You know I’ll win.” ; “And you know I’ll fight.” #28 - “Why are you staring at me like that?” ; “I think I just… finally understood you.” #29 - “DId you really not see it? Or were you too afraid to look?” #30 - “It’s okay to cry.” You held his/her face in your hands. “It’s okay.” #31 - “There’s no Happy ending to this, right?” ; “Not likely, no.” #32 - “You say you’re my family. But where were you when I was hurt, when I needed someone, when I needed you? You weren’t here, but they were. Always.” #33 - “Why are you doing that?” ; “Doing what?” ; “Treating me like a person.” #34 - “Who are we to each other?” ; “You tell me.” #35 - “Let this be a dream, I can’t take it if it’s reality.” #36 - “I mean yeah, I didn’t need my heart anyway. Who cares it it breaks?” #37 - “You don’t scare me. Your anger scares me.” #38 - “If you’re going to break my heart, can we do it outside?” ; “But it’s raining.” ; “That way I can go all-in on my melodramatic movie moment.” #39 - “I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know… fall in love with me.” #40 - “You love her don’t you?” ; “Was it that obvious?”

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Funny:

#01 - “Allow me to introduce myself.” ; “Umm, isn’t it a bit late for that?” #02 - “That’s definitely not true.” ; “Of course it is. I read it on WIKIpedia.” #03 - “YES COOKIE-” ; “-s that are for your sister/brother/sibling , hands off.” ; “You made her/him/them cookies and not me?!” #04 - “Are you Insane?” ; “Do you really want me to answer that?” #05 - “You really think this is a smart Idea?” ; “Nope.” ; “Good. I’d be concerned if you did.” #06 - “How do we keep getting into these situations?” ; “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.” #07 - “Where is the Idiot, anyway?” ; “I’m right here.” ; “Surprisingly enough, I’m not talking about you this time.” #08 - “Do you trust her?” ; “No… but I trust her anger.” #09 - “We’re lost.” ; “No we aren’t!” ; “Yes we are!” ; “No we aren’t!” ; “Fine then - Mr./Mrs. Navigator, where are we?” ; “Err… uh, we are… right here.” #10 - “Your arm is bleeding.” ; “Oh really? I hadn’t noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my arm, but thanks for letting me know.” #11 - “Are you sober?” ; “I’m moderately functional.” ; “I’ll take that as a no.” #12 - “What’s our exit strategy?” ; “Our what?” ; “Oh my god, we’re all going to die.” #13 - “Watch your mouth kid. You are one sentence away from starting a war.” #14 - “If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?” ; “Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.” #15 - “Hey! Watch it! You’re scaring her!” ; “ME scaring HER!?” #16 - “I Don’t like saying, ‘I told you so’, but-” ; “The hell you don’t, it’s your favorite phrase.” #17 - “Just because you are speaking in a different language, doesn’t mean that I don’t know when you are cursing me out.” #18 - “Did you get my note?” ; “Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.” #19 - “I think I actually hate you.” ; “yeah I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” #20 - “You look very nice tonight, I love your-” ; “What do you want?” #21 - “It’s a long story.” ; “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.” #22 - “I feel like I’m being stabbed.” ; “How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?” #23 - “How on earth do you open a girl’s diary lock?” ; “Trust me, I got this. I had sisters growing up.” #24 - “You are the worst human being on the face of the planet” ; “Aw, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” #25 - “You are all remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” #26 - “You’re not my favorite Person today.” ; “I’m not your favorite person on any day.” #27 - “Just take a deep breath or something!” ; “TAKE A DEEP BREATH!? it feels like my insides are being RIPPED OUT!” #28 - “I hate you” ; “Why? I’m lovely.” #29 - “What the hell kind of noise was that?” ; “I sneezed.” ; “That was NOT a sneeze.” #30 - “I don’t want to look like a princess, I want to look like a formerly evil queen who reluctantly redeemed herself for the side of good.” ; “You read too much.” ; “Damn right I do.” #31 - “I thought you said you knew how to get inside!?” ; “Yeah, well, that was a lie.” #32 - “Hold on; you died.” ; “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.” #33 - “Are you there?” ; “Physically, yes. Mentally is debatable.” #34 - “We can’t just steal it!” ; “Of course not! We’ll just borrow it for a little while…while they aren’t looking.” #35 - “Ten years of friendship and this is the treatment I get.” ; “I met you yesterday!” #36 - “Can I keep it?” ; “No.” ; “Pleeease!” ; “...fine.” #37 - “So what’s your plan?” ; “My plan was to follow your plan!” #38 - “Why are your hands purple?” ; “That’s a very good question.” #39 - “What are you doing up at four in the morning?” ; “I might ask you the same thing.” #40 - “This is the worst plan ever.” ; “Why? Because I made it?” ; “Yes.”

#my prompts #fanfiction prompts #oneshot prompts #dialouge prompts #fic prompts #euphoria imagines #stranger things imagine #outer banks imagine

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