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lixzey · 2 months

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sincerely, yours.

luke castellan x fem athena!reader

summary: in which Luke receives love letters from a secret admirer.

1.4k words

warnings, i guess?: pre tlt!!! reader has a huge ass crush on luke, reader is weird around luke (like any normal person around their crush), love letters, secret admirer, reader is kinda stalker-ish (maybe all athena kids are lol), reader is friends with silena and clarisse, camp golden boy luke!!! reader has GRAY EYES like every other child of Athena, as this is a key note in the story but i'll leave the hair color out for you guys 🫶🏻

ONE

“Handsome, you're a mansion with a view.”

“Hey, Luke?” Chris Rodriguez calls out to his older brother, brows knitted in confusion, as he walks towards the head of cabin eleven, who was helping their brothers—Travis and Connor—fix their armor for Capture the Flag in just a few more minutes.

“Yeah?” Luke hums, his eyes not leaving the younger Stoll’s as he finishes the strap of Connor’s armor. “What is it?”

“Someone left this on your bed,” Chris answered, pulling out a tea-colored envelope from his pocket and giving it to the older boy. “It has your name on it.”

Luke pats Connor on the shoulder. “Trav, go and get shields and swords from the armory with Connor.” The eldest Stoll nodded, while the youngest opened his mouth to talk, but Luke got ahead of him. “No, Connor, you can’t have a flaming arrow. Now get over there!” He chuckles, playfully shoving the brothers away with a grin.

As soon as the two leave—Connor huffing about the flaming arrow—Luke turns to face Chris. “Who’s it from?” He asks, eyeing the envelope in Chris’ hand.

Chris shrugged. “I don’t know; it wasn't signed. It just had your name.”

“Huh,” Luke grabs the envelope from Chris’ hold, his eyes searching for any information. Instead, a pink heart wax stamp greeted him.

“You got another admirer?” Chris smirks, playfully nudging Luke. “Oh, to be you, huh? Girls here and there.”

Luke glares at Chris. “Shut up,”

“But that’s a first. A love letter. You think it’s from one of the Aphrodite kids?” Chris grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. “Explains the pink heart.”

“You talk too much, don’t you?” Luke groaned, shaking his head. “Go follow the Stolls; make sure they don’t burn the armory down. I’ll follow.”

Chris rolls his eyes, chuckling slightly. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave you with your love letter.”

“Go,” Luke huffs, shoving his brother out the door.

“Geez, lover boy, stop pushing me!” Chris laughed as Luke pushed him again. “Okay, okay, I’ll go!” He chuckles, raising his hands up in surrender. “See you at the creek!”

Luke rolls his eyes, shaking his head as Chris runs off. He then turns his attention to the envelope in his hand, with his name written in perfect cursive in bright pink. If Luke wasn’t quick to jump to conclusions, he’d assume that an Aphrodite kid probably sent the letter. The pink ink was a dead give-away. But there was a small voice in the back of Luke’s mind saying otherwise.

The Hermes counselor sighs before making his way to his bed. Maybe there he could find anything else related to the mysterious admirer. Luke plopped down onto his bed, torn between ripping the envelope open or gently opening it in fear of tearing anything else that was inside.

With a shake of his head, Luke slowly opened the tea-stain envelope, the smell of old books and jasmine invading his nostrils as he gently pulled the paper out.

Dear Luke,

I love you.

Oh gods, where do I even begin to explain that?

Okay, so I have liked—no, loved—you since I was thirteen and you were fourteen. I know a lot of girls like you, even boys. I’m not even half of those who do. I’m just, well, me. A girl who you’d never give a second glance at.

This is utterly stupid, honestly. Taking the risk to write this letter to you when you and I literally live in camp all year round. But, I guess, who cares? I mean, I’m already here writing this, so why back out now?

I remember the first time I saw you. Handsome, you’re a fucking mansion with a view. You were out in the arena, training with Marco Leon. It was the day after you and Annabeth arrived at camp. You were so good, deserving the title of ‘the best swordsman’ camp has seen in three hundred years. Your dark curls looked like a halo as you sparred with him, a mischievous look in your eyes as they shined like ambers underneath the golden rays of sunlight. From that day on, I knew I was in trouble. Everything about you captivates me—a secret no one knows.

Every time you’re around, my heart beats too fucking fast, like a pegasus galloping in the wind. You make the butterflies in my stomach flutter like crazy, you make my palms get sweaty, and my words fail me, leaving me a stuttering mess when you’re near and you aren’t even talking to me. See what you do to me? I’ve never thought I would fall head over heels for someone so completely and so effortlessly.

You make the angels in heaven dance and sing hymns. Each time I look at you, wedding bells ring inside my head. You make me want more and more of you. I just can't think straight when you're in my head; even writing your name makes my cheeks turn red. You make me smile in so many ways, to the point that it isn’t even funny anymore. You are my favorite everything. I’ve been telling my friends that since I was fifteen.

I get jealous when I see someone who gets close to you and flirts with you. I just can’t explain how annoyed—angry—I get when they try to get your attention when I have no right to be. There’s just something about you. I can’t pinpoint it, but it’s the same damn thing that made my heart surrender.

Do you think if I wished on every dandelion in the world, you’d be mine? It would be a dream come true, of course. But in reality? You would never notice me. Like I said before, I’m just a girl you’d never take a second glance at. I’d forever be in the shadow of everyone else, hidden far away in the darkness.

You take my breath away, Luke Castellan. I don’t know how, but, fuck, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

sincerely,

yours

Luke stared at the letter for a few seconds, still trying to understand the words he had just read. He knew that girls liked him, but he never had someone send him a love letter, let alone a detailed one.

“Who are you?” Luke muttered, his eyes going back and forth through the letter, wondering who the girl was who’d written the letter. Something about her words made him want to find her, but the letter wasn’t signed. No name, no cabin, no anything. How was he going to find out who wrote the letter?

“Luke, capture’s in five minutes!” Annabeth’s voice snapped Luke out of his thoughts. He quickly folded the letter, placing it back in the envelope, before shoving it under his mattress. He isn’t taking any chances, especially with the Stoll brothers, whom reminded Luke of him and Chris just a few years back.

Luke immediately ran out of cabin eleven, meeting Annabeth down at the steps.

“You still aren’t geared up,” Annabeth observed, brow raised. “I can’t afford another loss, Luke,” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Got held up inside, you know, the Stolls.” Luke shrugged, hoping she wouldn't see through his lie. Technically, it wasn’t a lie. He did get held up with his younger brothers, well, except for that tiny exemption under his mattress.

Annabeth sighed. “Just go and get ready. The conch will sound in a few, and I still have to find Y/n and Malcolm.”

“Yes, ma’am!” Luke chuckled, saluting to his not-so-little sister. “We will win; don’t worry.”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “You said that last year.”

“Gotta be positive, Annie Bunny,” Luke grinned, nudging the younger girl slightly.

“Stop calling me that,” Annabeth huffed, turning her heel to walk away.

“What? You loved bunnies!” Luke teased as she walked away.

“I was seven!” Annabeth groaned, walking faster, making Luke laugh.

“See you at the creek in four minutes!” Luke called after the daughter of Athena before turning to walk to the armory when someone collided face first into his chest.

“Woah, careful there,” Luke chuckled, catching that someone in his arms. A girl with the same gray eyes as Annabeth, a little more on the silver side, though still as intense.

“Uh, hi?”

“You okay, pretty girl?” Luke asks, smiling at her, his strong arms still wrapped around her waist for support.

“Uh, think so? Yes? I guess?” she rambled, her eyes not meeting his.

Luke chuckles, helping the girl get back on her feet. “Careful next time, alright?”

“Uh, okay, bye!”

Luke laughed as the girl quickly scrambled away, her long hair bouncing behind her. “See you on the battlefield later, Y/n!”

tags: @lilmaymayy @mischiefmoons

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joelsgreys · 1 year

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what he didn’t do

Preoutbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader

summary: You’re very recently divorced, but that doesn’t stop a certain handsome, brown-eyed neighbor from taking you out on a date.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. divorced reader, no massive age gap (no specific age is mentioned, but reader is in her early 30’s and Joel is 35) slow burn, 10 year crush kind of deal. reader talks about her past relationship. mentions of food and alcohol. soft, caring Joel. first date fluff.

word count: 5.1k

a/n: so um how are we all doing after today, we still alive out there? 👀 no one asked for this, this fic is purely self indulgent, my lonely single ass is convinced that pre out break Joel would be just the most amazing gentleman on a date, he would be so perfect and just take the best care of you and treat a girl right…so here is what i whipped up.

He’ll treat me right, put me first, be a man of his word

stay home ‘cause he wanted to

always fight for my love

hold on tight like it’s something that he can’t stand to lose

Joel wasn’t all too sure how it even happened.

Earlier that afternoon, he’d gone on over to your place to deliver a piece of mail that the postman had accidentally put in his mailbox instead of yours. While Joel was there, you’d kindly asked him if he could recommend a good plumber that you could call because you had a stubborn leak under the kitchen sink that you needed to get looked at sooner rather than later. Wanting to save you both the hassle and the expense of having to hire someone, Joel had told you to hang tight for a minute and rushed back over to his house, only to return with his yellow toolbox in hand so that he could fix it for you, which he’d done in fifteen minutes flat—and now, just a few hours later into the evening, he was getting himself ready to take you out to dinner.

And the real fucking kicker of it all was that he had been the one to ask you out, proposing the offer while his head had been buried in the cabinet underneath your leaking kitchen sink. At least that way, if you had rejected him, you wouldn’t have been able to see the look of complete and utter embarrassment on his face. But much to Joel’s surprise, not to mention, his relief, you’d eagerly accepted the invitation and even suggested tonight would be the perfect night if he didn’t have prior plans or commitments.

Hell, even if Joel did have prior plans or commitments, he would have canceled them for you without a single ounce of hesitation.

He’d discovered he would do just about anything for you.

Joel shrugged into the light tan, button up shirt that Sarah had helped him pick out earlier just before he’d jumped in the shower. At thirteen, she lived with her nose buried in fashion magazines lately and she didn’t trust him to successfully choose a proper outfit for the occasion on his own without guidance. It had been well over a few years since Joel had been on a date, as she had so kindly pointed out to him while she’d rummaged around through his mess of a closet. Although he insisted that it wasn’t a date, his teenager had scoffed and called him out on his bullshit. “Well, what else do you do you call it when two single adults go out to dinner together alone?” Sarah had challenged him as she held up a couple of different shirts up against his chest, searching for the perfect one. “Especially when one of those two adults has had the most obvious crush on the other one for what, like ten freaking years now?”

“It wasn’t that obvious,” he’d muttered to her in response. Peering at her curiously, he couldn’t help himself as he had asked her, “Was it?”

“Dad, your crush on her has been about as subtle as a brick to the face.” Letting out a huge laugh, Sarah had shoved the shirt she’d selected into his hands and tossed the losers right back into his closet. “Here, wear this one with those dark jeans, the bootcut ones. Don’t roll up the sleeves like you always do. And for the love of all that is holy, at least make an attempt to run a comb through that hair of yours,” she’d advised on her way out the door, leaving him to it.

Joel sighed and buttoned up the shirt, then tugged on his dark blue jeans and a pair of black leather boots—the only pair he owned that weren’t totally worn down to the soles. He finished getting dressed and proceeded to roll up the long sleeves of his shirt up to the middle of his forearms, tucking in the cuffs as neatly as he could. He could already hear his daughter scolding him over it, but screw it, Joel wanted to be comfortable, especially now that warmer weather had arrived in Austin.

After rubbing just the slightest hint of his favorite sandalwood cologne on his neck and on the insides of his wrists, Joel finally left his bedroom and made his way downstairs, trying his absolute hardest to pay no mind to the nerves that were threatening to creep up on him. He entered the living room where he found Tommy sitting on the couch with Sarah, a plastic blue bowl of popcorn nestled between the two of them. Sarah, who had been busy shuffling through a stack of movies in her lap, looked up when she heard him walk into the room and narrowed her green eyes at him. “Come on, man! What did I say earlier about the sleeves?”

“You told me not to roll ‘em up. But I chose not to listen to you,” Joel quipped, eliciting an annoyed sigh from her.

Tommy smirked at him. “So motherfucker, you finally did it, huh? You finally asked her out on a date.” His smirk widened. “Only had to wait, what, about ten fuckin’ years?”

Joel glared at his younger brother. “How did you even—?” He stopped abruptly and his dark brown eyes flickered over to Sarah, who shot him a guilty smile from where she sat. “Really? You just had to tell him?”

“Sorry,” she apologized, sheepishly. “It slipped.”

“Damn, big brother. Y’know, word on the street is that she just signed the divorce papers at the courthouse earlier this week,” Tommy remarked, taking a swig from his bottle of Lone Star as he leaned back into the couch. “You’ve got some real big fuckin’ balls to ask a freshly divorced woman out on a date that quick. I’ve gotta admit that I’m actually pretty fuckin’ impressed with you, Joel. Didn’t think you’d have it in you.”

“It ain’t a date,” Joel muttered out the lie, picking up his keys from the coffee table. “We’re just goin’ out to dinner is all.”

“That’s a date,” Tommy and Sarah stated together in unison.

Joel let out a heavy sigh, deciding that it was better for him to ignore their antics rather than to play into them. “You.” He pointed an index finger at Sarah. “Might not be school night, but I don’t want you stayin’ up too late. And you.” He turned his attention to Tommy. “I don’t want you havin’ any of your little female friends over while I’m out tonight, especially not while Sarah is home. That understood?”

“Yes dad,” both their voices chirped together once again.

Rolling his eyes, Joel bid them a quick goodnight and left the house, making his way across the lawn and over to your place. You lived in the smaller, single story yellow house right next door to his.

You’d moved in next to Joel and Tommy several years ago—Sarah had still been a toddler then and he had just started getting used to life as a single father. Joel would never forget the first time that he laid his eyes on you. He had been in his driveway, taking a look under the hood of his old truck, a hunk of garbage Ford Ranger from the nineties that he’d finally gotten rid of a couple years back and replaced with a Chevrolet Silverado instead; it hadn’t been much of an upgrade, but at least it didn’t break down on him as often. Joel had noticed a moving van in the driveway of the house next door, but he hadn’t given it a second thought. He had been so engrossed in what he’d been doing, but at some point, he looked up from the engine and turned his head at the precise moment that you happened to walk by with a cardboard box in your arms. You’d caught his gaze and offered him what had to be the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his entire fucking life. Joel had just set his wrench down and was about to head over to offer you some help when a man emerged from the back of the moving van with another box. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek as he led the way into the house.

Turns out, that man had been your husband.

To say Joel had been sorely disappointed by the fact that you were married had been an understatement to say the least.

It hadn’t taken all too long before Joel met his new neighbors, although he often saw more of you than he ever saw your husband—the man traveled across the country for business and he would be gone for several days, even several weeks at a time. You were a homemaker and to help make life a little less mundane, you’d started something of a daycare in your home, offering to help fellow neighbors who needed someone to watch their younger children during their nine to five work schedules.

When Joel found himself putting in a brutal number of hours in at his construction job, he had struggled to find someone who was willing to look after his then three year old for such extended periods of time. You’d happily volunteered to help him out and you would watch Sarah from sunrise to about sundown for him without a problem. When she started kindergarten two years later, you continued to help Joel out, going as far as taking her to school for him and then picking her up afterwards. You’d never had any children of your own, but you still had maternal instincts, and as Sarah grew up, whenever she would need a woman’s guidance, she would go straight to you without hesitation and you were always there for her no matter what, no questions asked.

Joel couldn’t have been more grateful for you.

He’d seen and spoken to you just about every day for the last decade—he’d even go as far as saying that the two of you were good friends, though since day one, he found himself longing for a hell of a lot more than just your friendship. Joel had thought he would have to shove his true feelings for you down for the rest of his natural born life, that is, until several months ago when he’d noticed the moving truck parked in your driveway one late afternoon as he and Sarah came home from one of her soccer games. Nearly in tears, Sarah had immediately hopped out of the pickup before Joel could even cut the engine and ran over, demanding to know why you hadn’t told her that you were moving—that’s when you fessed up and explained to her that you weren’t going anywhere, but your husband was.

Through whispers in the neighborhood, Joel discovered that you had filed for divorce and although no one knew the exact reason why, many suspected it had been your husband’s constant traveling for work that had done it. Denise, the nosy blonde woman who lived across the street from him swore up and down that he must have had some kind of adulterous affair behind your back—Joel simply told her she needed to lay off her dramatic daytime soap operas.

Regardless of the reason why, you were now officially single.

And Joel was taking you out to dinner.

Whether it was an actual date or not, that hadn’t exactly been established.

He made it up the front porch and inhaled a deep breath, exhaling it slowly through his nose before he knocked on your front door. When you opened it just a few seconds later, all of the wind had been knocked out of his lungs by an invisible force.

You wore a sky blue sundress with a sweet, white floral pattern printed all over it. Thin straps tied together at your shoulders and the hem of the skirt fell right to the middle of your thighs revealing a lot more of your silky smooth legs than he had ever seen before. You’d kept your makeup fairly light, and your hair fell loosely and naturally around your shoulders. Joel noticed you wearing a silver necklace, a butterfly pendant hanging from the chain. He recognized it, because he’d bought it for you, although it was Sarah who had gotten all the credit. She had given it to you as a gift for your birthday that passed by a few months ago.

“Hey!” You beamed at him. “You’re right on time.”

“Hey.” Joel swallowed dryly. “You look really beautiful.”

You smiled shyly. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself,” You returned the compliment, admiring the way the sleeves of his shirt hugged his biceps. “I have to hand it to you, you definitely clean up well, Joel.”

“Next time that you see Sarah, you’d best thank her. She deserves the credit,” he stated, eliciting a small laugh from you. “Are you all ready to go?”

You nodded, grabbing your purse and keys from the small glass table beside the door. You stepped out onto the porch, closing the door behind you; after making sure that you’d locked it properly, you followed Joel across your front lawn and over towards his driveway. He led you to the passenger’s side of his dark blue Silverado and opened the door for you, holding his hand out to help you climb up into the seat. The gesture prompted you to shoot him a strange look.

He frowned a little. “What’s the matter?”

“No, nothing,” You quickly assured him. You placed your hand in his larger one, the contact causing a jolt of electricity to shoot up the length of your spine.

Joel helped you up into the truck and closed the door before making his way around the front of the vehicle and climbing into the driver’s seat. He shoved the key into the ignition and the pickup roared to life. He watched as you put on your seatbelt and then reached out, giving it a tug to make sure you were buckled in well enough. “Just makin’ sure you’re safe is all,” he uttered softly as you tossed him another puzzled glance. He reached over his shoulder for his own seatbelt and buckled it in before finally pulling out of the driveway.

Out of his peripheral vision, Joel could see you wringing your hands together in your lap in something of an anxious manner—were you nervous?

In an effort to comfort you and ease the nerves, Joel reached out and turned up the volume of the radio. He normally kept it on his favorite country station and was just about to ask what station you preferred when you let out a tiny, excited gasp and turned to him, a radiant smile breaking out onto your face.

“Oh, I love this song!” You told him, bringing your hands together in an enthusiastic clap. You then started singing along to the familiar lyrics. “Heads Carolina, tails California, somewhere greener, somewhere warmer, up in the mountains, down by the ocean—”

Joel turned briefly, raising an eyebrow at you. “Nineties country fan, huh?”

“Duh,” You replied playfully. “Nineties were and will probably always be the golden age of country.”

He grinned, turning his attention back onto the road. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

Biting back another smile at his words, you turned to look out of the window, nodding your head and tapping your foot along to the beat of the song as you watched the streets of Austin pass by in a blur of lights and people.

Joel had chosen to take you to Antonio’s, a locally owned Italian place that was somewhere between casual and upscale dining. “Wait,” he told you, noticing you reaching for the door handle as soon as he’d parked in front of the restaurant. He jumped out of the driver’s seat and walked around, opening the door for you. Just like when he’d helped you into the truck back at his house, he offered you a hand to help you out of it. He kept his dark brown eyes on your feet, making sure you that didn’t fall or lose one of the brown sandals you were wearing. “Careful.”

“Thank you,” You said kindly to him as he closed the door behind you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt him place his hand on the small of your back as he ushered you inside of the restaurant where a hostess led you to a small, round table out in the back patio. You thanked her and reached for your chair, but Joel instantly stopped you.

“Let me,” he insisted, pulling it out for you. He helped you into the chair and noticed you give him another strange look, similar to the ones you’d given him when he’d helped you into the truck and when he’d checked your seatbelt. “Why do you keep lookin’ at me like that? Do I have somethin’ on my face or what?” He asked jokingly as he took his seat across from you.

You hesitated, but then confessed, “I’ve never had someone pull my chair out for me. I’ve never had someone open the car door for me or make sure I’m wearing my seatbelt.” You offered him a small, sheepish smile. “You don’t know how nice that is, Joel.”

Joel stared at you in complete disbelief.

Before he could say anything, a younger waitress appeared at the table to take yours and his orders for beverages. “I’ll just have a cabernet, please,” You ordered, politely. Not wanting to be the asshole who ordered a beer at an Italian place, Joel asked her for a glass of red wine too. She returned moments later with the drinks and then offered to take your orders for food. Both you and Joel decided on a chicken penne pasta dish that looked absolutely delicious. As soon as the waitress took your menus and disappeared back inside, you looked up at Joel and noticed his eyes were fixed intently on you. You felt a slight heat flood your face. “What is it?”

“Nothin’,” he answered, shrugging his shoulders innocently. “You just look really beautiful, that’s all.”

“You said that already,” You reminded him, letting out a breathless little laugh.

“I know.” Joel picked up his glass of wine. He took a quick sip before adding, “But someone as pretty as you deserves to hear it over and over again.”

The night went by fast, much too fast.

One minute, you were both enjoying your dinner and digging into delicious pasta, and the next, the table had been cleared completely, and so had all the other tables surrounding you—you two were the very last patrons in the restaurant. You and Joel had been so lost in conversation that neither of you had realized it was almost eleven and the restaurant was about to close in five minutes.

“We’ve been sitting here talking for three hours,” You gasped lightly.

Joel chuckled. “Time flies when you’re in great company.”

You looked the bill on the table, which the waitress had dropped off over an hour ago, and reached for it, but Joel was quick to snatch it away from you.

You pinned him with a stern look. “Come on, Joel! You fixed my kitchen sink for free, paying for dinner is the least I could do—”

“A lady never pays on a date.”

Your lips parted slightly in pleasant surprise. “Oh. So this is a date?”

Joel laughed as dug his brown leather wallet out from the pocket of his jeans. “I mean, it doesn’t have to be a date if you don’t want it to be. But I still ain’t lettin’ you pay.”

“I do.” You told him softly after a minute. “I do want it to be a date,”

Joel’s eyes met yours across the table and he smiled, looking relieved. “Good. ‘Cause I would’ve been kinda crushed if you’d said otherwise.”

He dropped a couple of twenty dollar bills on the table and stood up. He noticed you about to do the same when he shot you a warning glare.

“Oh. Right.” You giggled and waited until he stood up and held his hand out to you, helping you out of your chair.

As the two made your way out of the restaurant and out to his truck, Joel didn’t let your hand go.

“Thank you again for inviting me out to dinner tonight,” You said sweetly as Joel walked you up the porch steps to your front door. You rummaged through your purse and pulled out your house keys, pausing for a brief moment as you peered shyly up at him through your eyelashes. “Would you like to come in for a drink?”

Joel’s heart skipped an anxious, but eager beat. “I think I’d really like that.”

You turned back to your door and your hand trembled slightly as you jammed the key into the keyhole to unlock it and judging by the way Joel let out a soft chuckle beside you, you were certain that he’d noticed it. You pushed the door open, closing it behind you once the two of you had slipped inside. Setting your purse and keys down, you gestured for him to follow you into your living room where you nodded for him to have a seat on the dark blue velvet couch before you walked towards the kitchen. “What’s your poison?” You called out to him over your shoulder as you began rummaging around in your cabinets for two glasses.

“I’m partial to scotch,” he called back. He then added, “If you’ve got it, of course”

“How do you take it?”

“Neat’s just fine.”

You giggled as you prepared a glass of scotch for him and a glass of red wine for yourself. “Oh you’re just so classy, aren’t you Miller?” Before anything, you did a quick mirror check in the stainless steel toaster on the kitchen counter, making sure that not a single hair was out of place. You then took a deep breath, picked up the glasses, and walked back out into the living room. Handing Joel his glass, you took a seat beside him on the couch; you sat close to him, so close that his arm was pressed against yours. Somehow that wasn’t even remotely close enough. You wanted to be closer and hoped he felt the same.

“By the way, thank you again for fixing the sink for me,” You told him after taking a sip of your wine. “You probably saved me a couple hundred bucks.”

“Oh, it’s nothin’ really,” Joel reassured you. He nudged your arm. “If you ever need me to take a look at anythin’ around the house, please don’t hesitate to call me. I don’t want you reachin’ out to plumblers and electricians, those crooks will see a sweet little lady like yourself and see nothin’ but fuckin’ dollar signs. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of you, so when you’ve got a problem, you call me first alright?”

You gazed down into the burgundy depths of your glass, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “I really appreciate that, Joel.” You brought yourself to look up at him, admitting, “Now that I’m living alone, it worries me. Having to take care of this house all by myself.”

Joel gripped his glass tightly, a hesitant expression on his face. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Of course.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. And if it offends you in any way, you’re more than welcome to just give me a good kick in the—”

“Joel!” You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at him. “Just ask me the damn question already.”

“What happened between you two?”

The smile on your face faded away, but you didn’t seem upset at him. “Well, what all have you heard?”

Taking a sip of his scotch, Joel shrugged. “Couple of rumors here and there, but I ain’t the type to believe in gossip. Would rather hear the truth from the source.”

“What did Mrs. Adler have to say about it?”

He snorted into his glass. “That you two probably could have saved your marriage had you just gone to church.”

You couldn’t help but laugh—Mrs. Adler was nice enough, but that woman could really be something else. She was always telling people they had to get right with Jesus.

“So?” Joel prompted you. “What did he do?”

You sighed and turned your body slightly, angling it towards his. “He did quite a bit. Put me through hell, to be honest with you. But you know, I’m not the type to air someone’s dirty laundry. So, I’m not going to tell you what he did.” You paused, your fingers lightly tapping the sides of your glass. “But I’ll tell you what he didn’t do.”

Joel nodded silently, but in understanding.

“He didn’t treat me right. He didn’t treat me the way I deserved. He never wanted to spend time with me. He never wanted to be home with me, which is all I ever wanted from him. He’d travel so much for work, and when he would finally come back after being away, I would be so excited to just be with him.” You scoffed bitterly at the thought of it. “The minute he landed, he would drop his luggage off and head straight to some bar with his buddies. All I’d want is for him to just stay in with me for a night, watch a movie with me, talk with me because I missed him so much while he was gone. But he never chose me. He would never put me first, no matter how many times I asked.” You shrugged and leaned over, setting your glass of wine down on the wooden coffee table before leaning back into the couch. “It probably sounds really stupid but—”

Joel placed a hand on your bare knee, causing your flesh to erupt in goosebumps. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all.”

Finding a bit of courage, you placed your hand on top of his and continued on, “He never made me feel like I was someone worth fighting for, you know? Like my love was something worth fighting for. He made me feel like nothing, Joel. It got to the point where sometimes I believed it—I felt like I was nothing.”

Joel gave your knee a gentle squeeze. “I sure as hell hope you don’t feel that way now,” he said, his lips tugging down into a frown. “Because you’re fuckin’ everythin’.”

Your eyes flickered up to meet his and you had to silently remind yourself to breathe.

Leaning over, Joel set his glass down on the coffee table right beside yours. He turned to you and lifted his hand, touching the side of your face, his thumb delicately sweeping over the silky skin of your cheek. “A woman like you deserves the world and nothin’ less. You know that, don’t you?”

“Joel?” You whispered out his name, your heart racing in your chest at a rate that you were certain had to be much too fast for the human body to withstand.

“Yeah?”

“Can you please kiss me?”

Joel’s hand cradled your face gingerly as he obliged, leaning in so his lips could meet yours in the kiss that he’s been aching to give you for the last yen years. He was gentle and he was sweet with it, but after a minute, he found himself lightly nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth, silently asking permission for more. He felt your lips part slightly against his and he eagerly deepened the embrace, his hand moving to the back of your head while his other found your bare knee again.

Another wave of courage washed over you and you placed your two hands on his chest, pushing him back against the soft, velvet fabric of your couch. You swung a leg over both of his and straddled his lap, your hands now clutching fistfuls of his shirt.

Joel’s own hands went to your hips and he groaned into your kiss.

You pulled away from him, the tip of your nose lightly touching his as the two of you struggled to catch a breath.

“Let me be the one to treat you the way you deserve,” he murmured after a minute, lifting one of his hands to brush your hair back behind your shoulder; his fingertips lightly brushed against the strap of your dress, and it took every ounce of strength he had in him not to pull it down your arm. “Just give me the chance and I’ll hang the moon for you, darlin’—hell, for you I’ll hang the entire fuckin’ galaxy.”

Your heart swelling at his words, you grinned just before pressing your mouth to his once again.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Joel chuckled with a smile against your lips.

You clung to him with fervor, kissing him with a passion that had the both of you seeing stars. Your hands were everywhere, touching, feeling anything part of him you could, eliciting another groan from him as you started grinding down into his lap. Your fingers went to the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more.

“Whoa, whoa.” Joel caught both your hands in his and let out a breathless laugh. “Hey. Slow down, sweetheart.”

You looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh I’m sorry, I-I thought you wanted—"

“Oh I do want it, trust me. Pretty sure you can feel how much I want it.” Joel chuckled again, knowing damn good and well that you could feel how hard he’d become for you as you sat in his lap. His hands toyed with the hem of your sundress. “Seein’ you in this dress all night, trust me I want nothin’ more than to have you right here, right now. But I like you way too fuckin’ much to risk messin’ this up by movin’ too fast.”

You pouted at him.

“Oh c’mon darlin’ put that lip away.” Joel lifted his hand, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger. “All I’m sayin’ is that we ain’t gotta rush this. Trust me, you’ve got me hooked already and I don’t plan on goin’ anywhere, alright?”

You almost groaned out in frustration.

He just had to be a fucking gentleman when it came to sex, too.

You sighed in defeat, resting your hands lightly on his chest. “Fine,” You relented with a tiny eye roll, causing him to grin in amusement. You playfully poked his sternum. “But if you don’t fuck me senseless by the third date, we’re going have a problem, Miller.”

Joel groaned, feeling himself grow even harder at the way such a filthy statement had come out of a woman with the face of an angel. “Keep talkin’ like that and you’re goin’ to make it impossible for me to wait that long.”

“Maybe that’s the goal,” You winked at him.

“Just stop talkin’ and c’mere.” He pulled you forward, fusing your mouth to his once again.

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MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 1 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which you have a fat crush on your brother’s best friend, without getting much success. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is my first work here but anyways i hope you guys like it ! maybe I'll do a part 2...

You watch proudly in his shirt as you clap in the game's first minutes, chanting while taking pictures of him.

The first half was pretty equal, with some shots from both teams but neither could score. You could see that Mason was getting nervous. He stopped his movements abruptly when the referee called for a corner and looked at the crowd, his eyes sparkling with tenseness.

He gazed down at where his family (and therefore also yours) was and licked his lips. You couldn't help but wonder what would your brother think of your little —huge— crush on his childhood best friend.

In the 34th minute, he passed the defenders and tried to score with a pass from Ben Chilwell, making the goalkeeper lose his balance and thus scoring.

You celebrated the goal screaming it to your brother's face and he couldn’t help but smile at you, happy that you were having a good time. Your cheeks were red after Mason approached the stands and celebrated the goal, dedicating a kiss to where you were.

And that was the effect that Mason Mount had on people, especially you.

Mason was your brother's best friend, you had known him for years. It was a stupid crush that all your friends grew out of but not you. You had to keep drooling every time he was near you, that being almost every day because your brother had him over to dinner nearly every night.

You remember the day the Mount family moved next to your house, a loud and proud British family— Debbie and Tony, Stacey, Lewis and Mason. The day after they had moved in, Debbie and Tony turned up outside your door, asking if your older brother was interested in playing football with Mason.

It didn’t take long for your brother to become close to Mason, both at the cusp of boyhood. Their friendship only bloomed from there.

After spending almost every weekend watching your brother and Mason training, to spending most afternoons around the Mount house playing, you felt like family.

You always found yourself drawn to the boy next door although he was away a lot of the time, playing different matches and training. Mason’s natural affinity and talent for the game, ensured the quality of his skills.

He was slightly older so no doubt he found you childish and would always moan when his parents made him spend time with you.

—Mom, not again! I don't want to play with her, she's boring! —Mason exclaimed with an expression of obvious annoyance on his face.

Mason's mother was the first to figure out your crush on the boy. She first noticed it when you joined the Mounts at a family dinner when you were around thirteen.

Both families were playing football, as usual, while the adults were preparing supper. When you had the ball you felt your body lean way too far back and Mason tried to act on impulse, stretching his body to catch you in time.

—Hold on to me! —Mason exclaimed, extending his arms towards you. However, the weight of the fall was too much, and in an instant, they were both on the grass, in some sort of mess.

—Mase, God, I'm so sorry! I dragged you with me! —you apologized, feeling the blood rise to your cheeks, turning them crimson red.

He brushed the grass off his jacket with an angry expression. —Well done. First minutes into the game and you're already annoying.

—Thanks for trying! —you laughed, shyly. When there was a long silence, you realized that Mason was not joking and was serious. —Sorry, I…

Debbie looked from afar at the little girl carefully while she kept her eyes glued to her son's. She watched her cute little cheeks tinted red as Mason scoffed and begged you to stay away from him.

Debbie would soon get used to it as she watched you fall in love with her son over the next few years.

Until your first boyfriend. An age difference of three years was not a big deal since it was a common factor among your friend's partners. You had recently turned sixteen years old and you thought that you had met the boy who could take you out of the charm that had her wrapped around Mase.

Lyon was older, he was eighteen years old, like Mason. You had met him at school on a spring afternoon. You walked through the school hallways, books clutched to your chest. A gust of wind caused some of the books to fly out of your hands, scattering them across the hallway floor.

Lyon was passing by and noticed the scene. He approached you with a smile and that is how the story started.

Your brother didn't approve of your new boyfriend. He knew that her sister just wanted to show his best friend that the age difference wasn't that important.

Being with Lyon was great at first. You knew that he was not the love of your life, but for the moment he seemed to play the role quite well, so that was fine with you. It was a Friday night and you and your brother were at a party at the house of one of your brother's friends.

You were downstairs in the kitchen while your friends watched you drink alcohol like there was no tomorrow. They realized something was bothering you, but decided not to mention it.

—Where is the lover boy anyway? —Spoke one of your friends.

Your lack of response was when they realized that Lyon was the reason for the sadness that was painted on their best friend's face. He abandoned you, once again. This seems routine, they thought.

You slammed your empty red glass against the kitchen counter, wiping the drip from your chin as you decided that was enough.

—I'll go look for him.

From the corner of the room, your brother wished you good luck and with courage, you stumbled through the party. The house was huge. Enormous windows covered the entire house. From the kitchen window you could see the river of lights going down to the beach.

And there he sat, on the stairs leading to the illuminated outdoor pool, Lyon. A thin blonde girl was sitting on his lap, probably older than you. She took the cigarette from Lyon's lips and placed it on top of her painted red lips.

Tears welled in your eyes as you returned to the house with your heels in hand. With all the bad luck in the world, as you returned, you heard in the background:

—Baby, relax. —You ignored your boyfriend's call as you made your way through the crowd to return to the kitchen, hoping that your brother was still there.

You made it to the kitchen before your boyfriend grabbed you by the back of your arm and pushed you against the kitchen island.

—Come on, I didn't even do anything—

—She was on your lap.

—It's not that serious, okay?—

—It's a big problem! I'm humiliated! —You shouted back, creating a scene you desperately wanted to avoid. Lyon's grip tightened around your arm as he tried to wriggle out of your grasp.

—Let go of me, you're hurting me. —That only made his grip tighten around your arms.

—Let her go, mate. —Your vision was too blurry to focus on what happened next, but you felt Lyon back away.

—Oh yeah?… and what are you going to do about it, Mount? —That's when the punches were thrown and Lyon was left hunched over holding his split lip. Your now ex-boyfriend was grabbed by someone else before he could lunge at who you assumed was your brother, but when you turned your head you saw Mason shaking your hand out of pain.

His knuckles were red and his eyes were darker than what you were used to.

—Let's go to the car. —Said Mason, you nodding your head. —Get in the car. —He said. His tone was strong, not what she was used to.

Still, the ride to your house was silent, you sitting in the front with Mase, while your brother passed out in the back seat. Faint English music played on the radio as Mason's eyes were firmly fixed on the road.

Mason finally spoke. —You really don't know how to choose them, don’t you? — You could only sob again, unable to answer him mainly because he was right and you were ashamed. When the car stopped, he unbuckled his seat belt and murmured that he would walk you to your door.

Mase rocked on his heels as he watched the moonlight highlight the tear-stained cheeks of his best friend's sister. He thought you looked beautiful that night even though you had been crying for the last half hour, your hair hadn't been brushed, and you were digging through your purse like crazy.

Although he would never admit it.

—I got them! —You laughed, waving your keys in the air before bumping your nose with the keychain. You paused as you pushed the key into the door, turning to look Mason in the eye for the first time since the party.

—Thank you. —Mason didn't want to hear it. You were just her best friend’s sister.

—It's no big deal. —

—No… really thank you, Mason. —you smiled and Mason listened too, mainly because it was probably the first time you had called him Mason and not Mase.

After a moment, you dropped your bag to the floor and wrapped your arms around the boy's waist, your head resting on his chest as he quickly moved his hand and rubbed your back.

—Just... make sure the next one isn't a complete idiot, yeah? —he whispered, his chin resting on the top of your head.

That sentence broke your poor little heart.

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belly conklin x fem! reader. where the reader is conrad’s best friend from school, and at first belly finds herself feeling jealous, but then she realizes she has a HUGE crush on her, and then they kiss!!

jealous, belly conklin -synopsis: since the age of twelve, belly had been jealous of your relationship with conrad. turns out, she was jealous of him the whole time. -warnings: underage drinking, kissing, angst with happy ending, very vague mention of a man not taking no for an answer, fem reader -notes: i got way carried away on this one, it's really long, i hope it's what you wanted!

Belly loved the summer house and the people in it. It was an extension of herself, the one constant she always counted down to, looked forward to, hated to leave, and always wanted to go back to. It had always been the Fisher and Conklin families, before Belly was born and long after she realized how joyous the place was. The summer she turned twelve, it became different though. That was the first summer she met you.

Conrad had spent the better half of a year begging his parents to let you go with them, that you were his best friend and he'd hate to leave you behind where all you'd have of this magical place were the stories he'd have when he got back. That's what Susannah had told Laurel when she questioned who you were. Belly just happened to overhear.

Belly hadn't cared much at the time. She'd thought that maybe another girl would mean less teasing, less jokes made at her expense. But as the summer progressed, she also felt jealous that you had just as much if not more attention from the boys as she did. They became your friends as much as they were hers. She decided then that she wished Conrad would've kept his school friends at school.

You had left a couple weeks early that summer, and Belly was glad things had gone back to normal for her last days at the beach house. It was just like it had been last summer, except it wasn't. You still lingered in the air, Conrad still talked about you and even Jeremiah and Steven did too. Belly found herself hoping as she got in the car that you wouldn't be back next year. That next summer would be the Fishers and the Conklins, no one else.

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The next summer had come, and Belly would be thirteen. It would be like any other birthday, just the parents, the boys, and her. But nearing closer to the beach house from the drive way, she knew by the laughter in the living room that you were back. Steven ran inside with Jeremiah who was previously helping with bags. Laurel gave a gentle squeeze to Belly's shoulder with a reassuring smile before following her son inside.

Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Belly promised herself she wouldn't let you bother her this summer. The beach house was supposed to be for happy memories and a fun summer. She wouldn't ruin that, even if she didn't like the changes it came with.

Inside, Belly was surprised when you stood to greet her with a hug, the smell of your perfume lingering even after you pulled away to help Laurel carry bags. It wasn't so strong it burned Belly's nose, but it was present enough to leave a mark that said 'I was here'.

That summer, she got sick and had to stay inside for a few days until she was better. The boys left every day without her but you stayed back and ate popsicles with her. You watched her favorite films with her and played various games with her. Then when the boys came back at night, you'd leave her with Susannah and Laurel to go hang out with them.

Even when she got better and the boys left to go camp at the beach like they had in a previous summer, there you were, trying to roast marshmallows over the living room fireplace so she could have smores too. When she asked where you'd gotten the supplies, you'd responded that Jeremiah was easy to bribe out of food with the right trade.

Belly had to admit to herself that maybe your presence wasn't so bad, that if you came back next summer, she wouldn't be so upset by it. She finally liked not being left alone or stuck with the moms watching old films, though she did enjoy it.

She was starting to think that maybe you weren't the worst thing to happen, but all those thoughts came crashing down one day at the boardwalk. Conrad asked her to go after they'd both been left alone in the house. He bought her a caramel apple, he walked down the pier with her, and when he asked to go play ring toss, Belly understood why he'd brought her. She remembered a conversation between you and Conrad earlier in the week when you and Steven had gone to the boardwalk by yourselves. You came back talking about a giraffe they had on the prize wall at the ring toss game.

When Belly approached the stand with Conrad, she saw him look right at it. She realized then that there was probably more behind the title 'best friend' when he spoke about you or when you laughed at something he'd whisper in your ear as everyone left dinner. She dragged him over to the ring toss game and said to win a prize. She walked away from him, leaving him to the pretty girl working the game.

Conrad found her later, confused as to why she didn't come back. In his hands were two prizes, which surprised Belly. He held out a polar bear with sunglasses to her. "They said it was the best prize they had." Belly took it, her other hand pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose.

"I like the giraffe better. Thanks though." Belly walked away, leaving Conrad standing in the middle of the food court with the stuffed giraffe he'd won for you.

Belly cried that night. She was jealous, Conrad had dragged her all the way out to the boardwalk to win you the stuffed animal you'd seen with Steven. It wasn't fair, that's what she told Taylor when she got back home before school. Belly hadn't said goodbye back to you that summer, too sick with dislike to say it with any meaning.

Belly hoped more than anything you wouldn't come back next summer, but she knew you would, so she would bring Taylor. She thought maybe with her best friend there, the thought of you and Conrad would be distracted from her mind.

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It was mid-June, and Belly absolutely regretted bringing Taylor. She was only concerned with seeking Jeremiah's attention, leaving barely any of her own for Belly. Meanwhile, Belly had to sit on the sidelines and watch you and Conrad. Racing to the ocean, sharing huge bowls of ice cream, sitting next to each other at dinner, talking in hushed whispers and laughing so loud it rattled her heart.

Belly had brought Taylor hoping it would distract her from you, but she was constantly with Taylor, which meant you had all of your time to spend with Conrad. It shouldn't have mattered to Belly as much as it did, you were here for him anyways. He was the only reason you were there.

Later in the summer, Jeremiah wanted Belly and Taylor to be the judges of a surfing competition. Belly thought it would be just him and Steven, she hadn't seen you or Conrad all day, but then you both showed up, surfboards tucked under your arms as he laughed and you just watched with a smile.

Belly stood up to leave, everyone else was too busy to notice. Taylor was transfixed on Jeremiah who was already running out to the water with Steven, you and Conrad still stood in the sand laughing, hiding in the shade behind your surfboards.

Laurel watched her daughter walk in the back door, shoulders hunched and a frown etched deep into her face. "What's wrong? Are you not having fun out there?"

"I don't want her here." Belly mumbled, sitting on the couch between her mother and Susannah who held a glass of iced tea in her hands. The ice was making the cup sweat, so when Susannah reached out to Belly, her hand was cool and wet. She would've hated anyone else doing that, but it wasn't anyone else, it was comforting because it was Susannah.

"You don't have to bring her next year." Belly's frown deepened. They thought she meant Taylor. And it was true, she didn't want Taylor there anymore, but she meant it about you. She was tired of looking at you having so much fun with Conrad. She was sick of watching you do everything with him. She hated that you were with him all year round and she was only there in the summer.

Usually when summer came to an end, Belly hated having to leave the beach house. All she wanted was to stay there forever. But this year, she was ready to go. She was ready to escape the jealousy she felt every time she looked at you and Conrad. She was upset with Taylor and Steven who she caught kissing at the beach after Taylor promised not to hurt Jeremiah. It felt like that whole summer was just them falling apart. Before Belly got in the car, she tried to avoid the painful goodbyes. Not because she was sad, but because she couldn't stand to leave this place with her last memory being of you. You always said goodbye last and you would hug her and she wouldn't say anything, leaving you standing there in the driveway like she had the last two years. She couldn't handle it, not after this summer's chaos.

She wasn't fast enough though, or maybe you had come outside earlier. Belly watched you walk down the porch steps, Steven's hand wrapped around your elbow as he said something stupid, judging by the way your eyes squinted in confusion before Steven shook his head, signaling to dismiss what he had said. He walked around to the other side of the car, and Belly turned to get in before you said anything. To her misfortune, you were faster, wrapping your arms around her shoulders in the same hug you gave her every time you said goodbye.

"Goodbye, Belly. Have a good year. I'm sorry we didn't see each other much." You spoke in a whisper, just like always. It annoyed her. She didn't hug you back, she didn't say anything. She pulled away, turned towards the car, and got in. Not once did she look back, she never did. Belly had done this every summer since you arrived, she couldn't stand you any longer than she had to.

As Laurel drove away, Steven turned up the music he had on aux. Taylor was staring down at her phone, tapping away furiously. Belly could still feel the cool press of your rings on her sun warmed skin, she could still hear the softness of your voice, she could still smell the faintness of your perfume that was carried in the wind.

Next summer, Belly wouldn't pay you any attention. She wouldn't watch one more summer of you and Conrad when all she could do was sit and watch.

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As soon as the car stopped, Belly swung open the car door and stepped out into the gleaming sunlight. The cool breeze felt good on her skin, it was the feeling she'd been waiting for all year. She was so glad to finally be back in Cousins for the summer, forgetting all about what happened the last time she was here.

The front door to the beach house flew open, and Jeremiah ran outside, followed by Conrad and Susannah who lingered back a bit. They all shared hugs and greetings, until Steven finally asked where you were. It was the question Belly had purposefully tried to ignore.

"She's not gonna be here for a while, her cousin's getting married." Conrad answers, and Steven seems upset with the answer but drops it. Belly wished it would take longer than just a while for you to get to the house. But, it made easing into summer that much better. She hadn't been the only girl in the beach house since she was eleven. It was just like old times, Belly, Steven, Conrad, and Jeremiah. They went swimming in the ocean, had lunch by the pool, Belly watched movies with the moms while they boys went to a party. Belly had gone to sleep every day for a week with a smile.

One morning when she woke up though, that peace was gone. Belly had gone downstairs for breakfast, only to find you standing in the kitchen with Jeremiah, flipping pancakes and dodging the strawberries Steven was throwing at you. Belly frowned, you were there early. It had only been one week. Conrad mentioned exactly that, moving down the stairs around Belly to greet you. Even he hadn't known you'd arrive early.

"My cousin and her partner are going a few hours south of here to meet other family that can't make the wedding. This is just a pit stop so I thought I'd say hi." While you spoke, Steven threw two more strawberries at you, neither of which you were able to dodge. Belly watched from the stairs as Conrad tried to wipe the stains off the white shirt you wore. They were noticeable, right in the center of your torso. "It's not a big deal." You told him, taking the towel from Conrad's hand. Belly's stomach twisted, he smiled at you so easily, and your hand was on top of his before taking the towel. Jeremiah and Steven didn't even notice, taste testing the pancakes. Belly turned around and went back upstairs.

She didn't come back until the afternoon, preparing herself to see you standing with Conrad again. Against everything in her, she'd put on the smallest bit if mascara and lip gloss, hoping she'd be noticed better. Maybe the attention wouldn't be on you then, and she wouldn't have to see Conrad staring at you. You were gone by the time she stepped of the last stair. Jeremiah told her you'd left an hour ago when she asked.

Belly went back upstairs to take off the mascara and lip gloss. She changed into her swimsuit and rushed back down stairs, diving straight into the pool. She hoped Jeremiah hadn't noticed the makeup when she asked where you were, she didn't need it if you weren't there. She wouldn't see you with Conrad, that was all she put it on for to begin with.

On the day of her birthday, Belly still hadn't seen you since the surprise visit. She opened her gifts from everyone, they all had pancakes for breakfast, per her request. Conrad had asked if she wanted to go to the boardwalk, Belly agreed. Steven and Jeremiah ended up going too, but they went straight to the arcade as soon as they arrived. Conrad followed Belly to all the things she wanted to do, until it led them to a picnic table for a snack.

Belly didn't think it was a good idea to ask, but she had to know. She asked Conrad why he was friends with you. Belly wanted to know what was so important about you that he couldn't even leave you back for two months to be at the beach house.

"She's been my best friend for years. I've known her almost as long as I've known you. I just never really talked to her until the year before I first brought her here." Conrad shrugged, he didn't understand the importance of the question. But now that Belly had asked it and received the wrong answer, she didn't understand why it was important for her to know either. But she'd already asked, she wanted a real answer.

"That isn't what I asked you." Conrad sighed at that. He took a long sip of his drink and paused, almost as if he really had to think about the answer. Maybe he was just trying to avoid it.

"She was there for me when I needed someone." He answered shortly.

"And no one else was?"

"That's not what I meant." She knew. But she wanted a real answer, not a vague one, not one that could be misinterpreted. And she'd already asked twice. There clearly wasn't anything special about you, or Conrad wanted to keep something about your relationship secret. Either of those explanations would've confirmed Belly's suspicions.

"She just, she makes people feel safe with her even if they don't know her. She's just got that about her, y'know?" Belly had never heard Conrad say that about anyone. But, it made sense to her now though, why he would drag you miles from your own home and family every summer just to spend that extra time with you. It also made sense to her that you were more than his best friend, and she had a feeling she knew just how much more.

"Hey guys, guess who I just saw outside!" Jeremiah ran up to their table, Steven trailing a safe distance behind. Belly and Conrad stood up, following Jeremiah and Steven to the exit. The sun was setting, Belly hadn't realized how long they'd been there.

Just as Jeremiah said, you stood in the parking lot alone, a jacket draped over your folded arms. Belly guessed you'd come straight from the reception, judging by your slightly smudged makeup and the dress you wore that rippled softly around your legs in the breeze. Once you saw them, you reached into the bag hanging from your shoulder and handed each of them a pressed flower.

"My cousin saved me the leftover ones for my room. I don't need all the ones she gave me." The boys clutched onto them like it was all they'd ever have of you, observing every inch of their flower like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Belly put hers in her pocket. She didn't look back at you after she did, not wanting to know if you'd seen her do it.

Back at the house that night, Belly sat in her room, looking at the clock every so often. It was late for her to still be up, even for it being summer. Everyone was asleep, so she got ready to go for a night swim. This was the latest she had ever gone, so there was no chance Susannah would come down tonight. She'd have the pool all to herself, but she was wrong.

On a chair across the deck from the door, you sat looking out to the stars above the ocean. Hearing the creak of the door, you look back to see Belly standing there, a towel tightly clutched in her hand. Belly was surprised when you didn't smile at her before you looked away. You always did, and it felt odd to Belly that you didn't. She wondered if something happened, if you were upset with her about the flower or if you finally gave up on trying to be nice to her.

Belly considered going to sit next to you, but as she walked farther out from the deck, she saw the look on your face, illuminated by the moonlight. You weren't mad, or sad, or upset. You were just there. There was nothing wrong, so Belly dropped the towel on the closest chair to the pool and dove in. She swam her laps, took short breaks to just float, and every time she looked back at you, you were still there, eyes never once leaving the sky.

Finally feeling tired, Belly got out of the pool and wrapped herself in the towel. She headed towards the door to go back inside, but something made her stop. Something made her want to go sit with you and watch the stars, just for a bit. You still didn't look away from the sky as Belly sat next to you, and she didn't say anything. She tucked her knees up to her chin to fully wrap the towel around herself and she watched the stars with you.

She had no idea what you were thinking, or if you were even thinking about anything at all, so she quietly kept an eye out for any shooting stars until you suddenly moved your hand to your pocket. Belly jumped slightly, not expecting you to move. You pulled out a small box and handed it to Belly.

"Happy birthday, Belly." Then you turned back to the stars. She carefully removed the lid from the box, revealing a small starfish charm glinting delicately in the light from the moon. "For the charm bracelet you've got. It's to remind you of this place even when you aren't here. I know how much you love it here." That was all you said, and Belly assumed it's all you would say.

She stared down at the charm, and thought back to what Conrad had said earlier at the boardwalk. She makes people feel safe with her even if they don't know her. She's just got that about her, y'know? Belly now knew how true that really was. Even back when she first met you, you had been the one to make sure she never felt left out, you'd sit with her when she was sick or when the boys would leave without her. You'd always tell her to have a good year when she left and you meant it every time, even when she left you standing in the driveway without saying anything back. You'd gotten her something to remember this place and all the amazing memories it held.

Belly realized there was nothing about you that she could hate. Not the way your voice lingered in her head all the way home at the end of the summer, not your perfume that she could smell long after you'd vanished from sight, not the cooling metal of your rings that came with every touch or hug you gave her, not the welcoming smile you always wore. Even tonight, when she first walked out the door and saw you. She realized if it had been anyone else besides Susannah, she would have turned around and gone back inside. For some reason, it didn't bother her that you were out there with her. She felt safe.

"Good night, Belly." Belly looked up from the charm to see you already halfway back inside. "Don't stay up too late, you'll hate yourself for it in the morning." You were gone before Belly could say anything back. She wished she would've said something, she didn't even say thank you. It made her think about every summer she never said anything back, never hugged you back, never looked back.

Summer was over fast after you got there. Belly didn't try to avoid your goodbyes this time, but she was confused now. Why was she now realizing that all the things she thought she hated about you, she didn't and never had? She still didn't hug you back. She still didn't say goodbye. But halfway down the street, she looked back. It was the first time she ever did, and she wished she hadn't. Your arms were crossed over yourself, the same way she did when she felt bad. You were frowning, and then Conrad was at your side, wrapping an arm wound your shoulder and leading you back inside, a gentle smile on his face. Had it always been that way?

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It was spring break now, and Belly was still confused about last summer. She tried talking to Taylor about it, but she couldn't form the right words. All those times she saw you with Conrad, was it really you she was jealous of? Or was it just wishing that she was doing those things with you instead. Did she hate your goodbye hugs because if she hugged back she wouldn't let go? She missed the nights the boys left and it was just you and her, making your own jokes to laugh at. She finally recognized that she wanted to be the one you turned to, not Conrad.

Her whole life, she was so sure she wanted Conrad, for him to want her and to be with him. Now she wasn't sure that's what she'd wanted. Maybe deep down, she'd wanted the giraffe at the boardwalk because you wanted it, and it was subconsciously as close to you as she could get at the time.

Belly had stared at her phone for hours over the course of spring break, debating whether or not to call. She had no idea what she would say if she did, but she didn't like being confused over it. Time kept passing and Belly never called. And before she even knew it, school was out, exams were done, and she was packing her bags to go back to Cousins.

The ride there was the same as always, but when the car pulled in to the drive, only Jeremiah was on the porch waiting. He hugged Steven first before Laurel made her way over to ask about Susannah, to which Jeremiah responded that she was inside sleeping. Conrad came around the house a few moments later, pausing at the sight of them like he'd forgotten they were coming. He quickly greeted them before Steven announced it time for a 'Belly flop'. Conrad and Jeremiah were quick to follow. Belly looked around for you, but you weren't there. She guessed you were inside somewhere, waiting for them.

When Belly hit the water, she heard a new tone of voice added over the laughter of the boys. Swimming back to the surface, she saw you over Conrad's shoulder. You were smiling, hitting Steven's shoulder playfully. Belly swam over to the edge of the pool where you met her and kneeled down to help her out of the water. Once you were both sitting on the ground, you pulled Belly in for a hug, getting the front of your shirt wet. You both laughed and for the first time, Belly hugged you back. Things were going to be different that summer, she'd make sure of it.

Something was already different, though. Jeremiah and Conrad had never really paid her much attention before, but their stares had lingered a little longer than they ever had. Even Susannah had said Belly looked prettier, and she wondered if maybe your stare would linger as long as the boys' had. She hoped so.

The bonfire party came later in the week, and to Belly's disappointment, you'd spent most of that time with Conrad more than anyone else. Steven had told her not to go, and that he wouldn't be responsible for her. Belly didn't really want to go, but if was the only time she'd get to see you, she would go.

She called Taylor that night, asking her friend's opinion on what to wear. The call consisted of less help than meaningless bickering about what she should say to you. After the call had ended, Belly stared at her reflection in the mirror. She wondered if the dress she'd put on would even be noticeable to you, or if you would even care.

A thud echoed from across the hall, breaking Belly's thoughts. She went to see where the noise had come from, which led her to your room. Before she could say anything, the door flew open, revealing you in a shorter dress than you'd worn before and your makeup that hadn't been redone since the morning. You were shocked to see Belly standing there, waiting for you to say something.

"I heard something fall." Belly watched the crease between your brows even out, the confusion leaving your face.

"I just knocked my phone over. No big deal." You shrugged, stepping out of your room and closing the door behind you. "Are you going to the party?" You ask, eyes tracing over the dress Belly wore.

"Oh, um, yeah. Don't tell Steven though." Belly looked down, realizing that Steven would see her once she got there, so you telling him wouldn't even matter.

"Don't worry about him, go and have fun. He can be mad later, you look great." You put an arm around Belly's shoulders, leading her to the stairs so you could go.

Steven, Conrad, and Jeremiah had already left, the party was undoubtedly already in full swing. Belly would have questioned why you didn't go with them, but she knew from Conrad and Jeremiah's stories that you were always late to parties anyways.

Belly went around to the passenger side of your car, waiting for you to get your keys. She glanced in the window of the backseat and saw in the small amount of moonlight a stuffed giraffe in the middle seat. The one Conrad won at the boardwalk. A frown pulled at her lips as you walked outside, unlocking the car. Belly immediately got in, looking out the window. Getting in the car yourself, Belly felt your eyes on her, and when she looked at your reflection in the window, she saw the worry in them.

"We don't have to go. We can stay back and watch movies." You say, pausing to put the key in the ignition.

"No. I want to go." Belly still didn't look back, but she truly did want to go now. She couldn't go back inside and go to bed. It felt like every time she thought maybe she had a chance, Conrad came right back. The giraffe in your backseat was proof enough that she was right. She was going to the party, either with you or someone else to distract her from that thought.

"Okay." The car started, and the whole drive, Belly didn't look anywhere but out the window. You'd glance at her once in a while, making sure she was still okay. Belly tried to ignore it, just focusing on the music softly playing from the radio.

Barely waiting for the car to park along the crowded street, Belly tried to open the door. You locked it before she could, causing her to groan in annoyance. "Promise you'll tell me if you want to leave."

"Fine." Belly still didn't look at you, and she tried the door again. "Just unlock the door so we can go."

"Look at me, Belly." Finally, she turned to look at you, one hand still on the door and frowning. "Promise, or I'll turn around."

"I promise." Her shoulders deflated into a more relaxed posture, and you unlocked the door. Belly split from you as soon as you got to the crowd of people drinking and laughing. She needed a minute alone before she could go back to you or she got caught by Steven.

"Hey, Belly!" Jeremiah was walking over to her, a full solo cup in his hand. He held it out to her, and laughed at the grimace on her face as she looked down at it. "Don't worry, it's just water. I'm driving tonight."

She took the cup, from him and downed about half of the water before handing it back. Her nervousness had dried her throat. Jeremiah just shook his head with a smile. "Wait, how'd you get here? Some creep didn't drag you here, right?" It was Belly's turn to laugh, and she shook her head, explaining she'd come with you.

"Actually, did you see where she went?" Jeremiah squinted, trying to remember if he'd seen you.

"I don't think I've seen her yet, I mean you just got here, right? Maybe Steven knows, he was hanging around by the fire." He responds, turning to go in the direction Steven was.

"No, I don't want him to know I'm here yet." Belly stops him, and Jeremiah frowns but doesn't argue.

"I can ask Conrad." Belly nods, and Jeremiah leaves the cup of water with her as he goes racing off to find his brother.

A few minutes later, Jeremiah comes back, reaching for the water cup back from Belly. He took a long drink before answering Belly's previous question about your whereabouts. "She's actually with him right now. They're over by the water." Jeremiah points towards the ocean in a vague pattern, but Belly thanks him anyway and makes her way down the beach.

However, as Belly got closer, she stopped, trying to register what was happening in front of her. You were kissing Conrad, and clearly so distracted you didn't even notice the tide getting the side of your shoe wet. Your hands were in his hair and his arms were around your waist and Belly felt so upset that she almost didn't notice the man standing a few feet from you drop his cup and walk away.

Steven suddenly appeared with Jeremiah and a girl she hadn't seen before, and she was too frozen to even consider trying to run away before Steven saw her. "Belly, what are you doing here?" Her eyes turned to Steven who was quickly approaching her, she hadn't seen you when you appeared next to her, gently taking her arm and leading her away before Steven got to her.

"Let me go!" Belly tried to pull her arm away from you. You didn't let her go until you were both a safe distance from the crowd on the beach.

"Belly, just breathe." You stood in front of her, and she tried to move around you. "Belly." You blocked her again.

"Just let me go."

"Go where? And who with?" Belly didn't know, she just wanted away from you, and Conrad, and Steven. She didn't know when her tears started falling, or when you hugged her and she fought against your hold until she finally gave up. She let you run your hand up and down her arm to soothe her, you let her cry into your shoulder. "I'm sorry." You whispered.

Belly realized she'd been right, that it had always been you and Conrad. No matter how badly she hoped, it would never be you and her. Maybe she could've changed that if she'd been nicer all those past summers, maybe if she would've matched your efforts to be there, that could've been her you kissed on the beach.

"Let's go home, okay?" Belly nodded, she let you lead her back to your car. Even when you'd gotten home, she let you lead her up to her room, wash the light makeup she had on off her face and laid out a change of clothes. After you'd left her with a 'goodnight', Belly lay awake staring at her ceiling. The summer had just started, she couldn't handle watching you and Conrad all summer. She had barely tolerated it in previous summers. It would hurt worse to see it knowing for certain that you loved him.

She wasn't sure how long she had laid there when she heard stumbling on the stairs followed by a string of quiet curses. She heard you and Jeremiah say goodnight before Jeremiah's door closed and Conrad's swung open, hitting the wall before there was a long pause of silence.

Belly quietly got out of her bed and went to her door, cracking it open just enough to see what was happening. You were backing out of Conrad's room, whispering something she couldn't hear before shutting his door. Belly closed her own door, it wasn't loud, but it was audible. She stood behind her now closed door, listening as you stopped on the other side of it.

"Belly," She didn't respond, she didn't move. She just stood and stared right at the door where your face you be if she opened it. You sighed. "Good night." Belly listened until the sound of your footsteps quieted and your door squeaked shut across the hall.

Belly couldn't fall asleep, even after she had been back in her bed for an hour. She couldn't stop thinking about what she'd seen at the party, what you might've told Conrad before you shut his door, what you probably did the rest of the year when you weren't at the beach house. She wondered if you slept more peacefully than her, not knowing how badly Belly's heart was breaking.

The next morning, Belly didn't want to leave her bed. She didn't want to see you and Conrad, it would just make last night more real. Unfortunately for her, her mother walked in at the exact second she turned away from the door to go back to sleep.

"Belly, you need to get up. It's already late." Laurel sat on the edge of her daughter's bed, pulling the sheets off Belly's head.

"No. Can't I just sleep today?"

"It's summer Belly, go out in the sun, you can sleep tonight." Laurel sighed, standing up and going back to the door. She told Belly that you, Conrad, and Steven had gone to get drinks and muffins. Belly got up then. She thought she could go downstairs, eat something, and escape the house before you got back. Jeremiah was the only one at the time Belly could stand to see without being lectured or heartbroken.

"Finally! I thought I was gonna have to sit out on the surfing competition today." Jeremiah smiled up at Belly as she entered the kitchen, grabbing a box of cereal and a bowl, taking the milk from the counter before Jeremiah could refill his glass.

"I'm not going." Belly said, stuffing a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. Jeremiah rolled his eyes.

"Of course you are, Steven's an unfair judge."

"No I am not!" Steven appeared in the doorway, a box balanced on one arm and a coffee cup in the other. Belly froze, she hadn't made it out in time.

"Yes you are, you give us all twos at best." Conrad followed after Steven with another box.

"That's not true." Steven argues, sliding Jeremiah's cup over to set down the box he carried.

"It so is. Just because we're better than you." Belly didn't look anywhere but her bowl of cereal, your voice was the last one she wanted to hear right now.

"Shut up, just because you went to a fancy camp-"

"No I did not!" You and Steven continued the banter as you set down the drink carriers balanced in your hands. Conrad opened the muffin boxes, mindlessly reaching for one as his eyes full of amusement never once left you and Steven you were now pushing each other.

"Hey! Watch the food, some people are actually hungry." Childishly, Steven stuck his tongue out at Jeremiah, who in turn rolled his eyes.

"Didn't your mom tell you we were bringing muffins?" Belly looked up for the first time since you got back. The boys had left the kitchen with their plates of muffins and drinks.

"Yeah, I didn't want to wait. I thought you'd be longer." Belly lied, putting her bowl in the sink and muttering that she'd come back later to clean it. She quickly left to go back to her room, getting right back into her bed.

A few minutes later, there was a knock at her door before it was gently pushed open. You walked in with a plate of muffins and two drinks balanced in your hands. Walking over to Belly, you held out one of the drinks, sitting next to her. Once Belly had taken the drink, you set the plate down in front of her on the bed.

"I know you're upset with me Belly." She looked at you, pretending not to know what you meant. "I would've talked to you about it last night, but I think it was best we both slept off a bit of emotion before talking." Belly looked away, she wasn't ready to have this conversation yet. Not last night, not now, probably not ever. Her heart couldn't take it. "Talk to me, and if you still hate me after we talk, I'll leave you be."

"Do you love him?" Belly's voice was hardly above a whisper, but you heard, and with a small sigh, you answered, knowing exactly who she was talking about.

"He's my best friend, Belly. He has been for years. There's a thing about a friend like that, that just becomes a part of you and your life. I do love him, very much. But I'm not in love with him and he's not in love with me." You explain gently, eyes never leaving the side of her face.

"So why'd you kiss him?" Belly looked at you, there was a certain sadness in them that broke your heart.

"Because some people don't listen to words like they do actions." That's when Belly remembered the man that had stormed away from you before Steven and Jeremiah showed up. She hadn't thought anything of it when it happened, too focused on her own heart breaking.

"Oh." Belly took a sip of her drink. Maybe she had misread the whole thing.

"You can talk to me Bells." You hadn't called her that before, she wished you would've. She wished you'd keep doing it.

"I like you." Belly blurted before she could talk herself out of it. You smiled at her.

"I know. I like you too." Belly's eyes scrunched in confusion. "I was just waiting for you to figure it out yourself."

"I hate you." Belly smiled then, her face relaxing as you both laughed.

"That's not what you just said."

"No." Belly thought back to all the summers she'd spent with you that led up to now, you laughing in her room. You liked her, not Conrad. "What was that thing you were saying about actions..." She laughed again as you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance.

"What do you want? My muffin? My drink?" This time Belly rolled her eyes and you'd laughed, but she still took the drink, setting both on the night stand beside her.

"I want you to kiss me."

"Okay." You took her face in your hands and kissed her. Belly hadn't realized before, but she lived for this moment. She could've done this all along, had your lips on hers, your hands in her hair, rings pressing lightly against her cheeks, your perfume drowning her in a scent that made everything but you disappear.

When you pulled away, she found herself wishing you hadn't. She didn't want you to stop, and then it hit her that she'd only ever have you in the summer. You lived hours from her, she couldn't go to you whenever she wanted. She had just finally gotten you, and not even three months later, she'd have to let you go.

"I'll come find you." Your voice broke her thoughts.

"What?"

"When summer's over." Belly thought you'd read her mind, you knew the look she had in her eyes. "I'll be there when you need me." She didn't say anything, she didn't want to think about it. Summer had just started anyway, and now she had you. She kissed you again, ignoring your complaint about the muffins that still hadn't been touched. How could she care about those muffins right now when she'd been waiting long enough to finally kiss you?

#belly conklin x you #belly conklin x reader #belly conklin #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #steven conklin #the summer i turned pretty x you #the summer i turned pretty x reader

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crazyforbarbatos · 1 year

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Levi Dating Headcanons

Warning: Slight mention of spicy stuff

Dating Levi would include:

Achievement Unlocked : Player-Two! - Reach Partner level with Leviathan

firstly you don’t understand just how happy he is that you chose him

he never imagined that his crush, you, would like him back

let alone agree to date him

especially since his other brothers were pining for you as well

in this harem anime, he became the happiest leading man

he’d be eager (and nervous) to kiss you when you say yes to him

“Can I, kiss you?”

the tingles both of you would feel when you’d just lean in and kiss him

“You should warn me before you do that.”

“You asked for a kiss and I gave you one.”

Honestly some things you do with Levi wouldn’t change

it just gets an upgrade

like gaming together

sure, you already do this but now you get to sit in his lap while one or both of you play

not to mention you can now kiss him to try and distract him if you want to play dirty

and he can get back at you while doing the same

dating Levi also means you

not to mention that lining up to get games or merch can be more of couple thing

he might be a bit shy to do pda, but he will proudly hold your hand or put his hand around your waist while you’re waiting for your turn

couple cosplay? that’s definately a thing you do together

not to mention, you can accurately be lovey-dovey as those characters with anyone Mammon being a disturbance

Also you’d be getting to love him with every part of your mind, body and soul

and experiencing his passion for you

and that’s huge cause he doesn’t often let anyone in, let alone see him so vulnerable

you’d see him really struggle from envy or jealousy every so often

he really questions himself; His brothers are normal and he feels that he is not because he’s an otaku. So, wouldn’t you want to be with one of them instead?

he trusts you and loves you so much and knows you love him, but his mind gets him sometimes

so you may have to reassure him that you do in fact want to be with him

and if you were going through something, he would be there for you too

he’d hold you and wipe away your tears

I think with all the anime he’s watched and all the games he’s played, he’d be wise with his words

and if it helped you, maybe he would quote an anime/game character that you like to make you smile or soothe you

that being said, you’d get to see Levi’s romantic side

sure he would be a little nervous and embarrassed to do or say anything at first, but it would be something both of you had to get used to

and it would become second nature

his face still gets red when you surprise him with a kiss or you do anything intimate with him, but he enjoys it

and when he catches you by surprise with a kiss, he would tease you

#obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #leviathan x reader

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kimmiessimmies · 3 months

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Looking back on Rachel's Dating Adventure

This was a huge project. I decided all this somewhere at the start of December, and here we are, three months later, and my dear Rachel has finally reached the end. Or, actually, the beginning. Of what will hopefully become a great romance.

How I felt throughout this adventure

🥰Moved. I never expected this to get the response it did.

😬Overwhelmed. Thirteen guys is a lot!

😕Apologetic. I always felt a little pinch thinking of the creator when a date didn't work out. I'm sorry your guy didn't make it or if the date showed him in a bad light.

😒Annoyed. This game still does my head in sometimes, especially during gameplay.

😂Amused. This game still makes me laugh out loud sometimes, especially during gameplay.

😘Grateful. All the comments and additional support were amazing. Thank you all for being here for this.

😍In love. Seeing Rachel develop her crush and maybe even deeper feelings touched my heart.

Comparison Chart

To keep track of how it was going and where each guy ranked, I kept score in a comparison chart. See below. I started a list for the second round, but the second round only became one date.

As you can see, Alfie and Trey were pretty much level-pegging and absolutely very strong contenders if Malte hadn't made such a smashing impression.

A note on "attraction"

I talked about the attraction scores with some people and how surprising some of these were. Also, as it turned out, different people have different experiences with the attraction system generally. In my game, it's always the same both ways. I checked it both from Rachel's perspective and from the guy's and each time, it was the same both ways, which is why only one score is noted. In conversations, I realised some people see different attraction scores depending on which of two sims they select. I think this might be influenced by mods. So it's good to note that at the time of playing these dates, I had no mods installed that affected attraction. This is only the game's attraction system at work.

Thanks to the creators

This whole thing wouldn't have been possible without the brilliant ladies sending me their men. I've loved the attention you put into creating these guys, the background information you gave me and seeing the boys interact with Rachel.

@sircesimblr, the fact that you created a whole mini-story to introduce your guys was so heartwarming and touching. You brought me three very different guys, each with a very strong individual personality. I'm sorry Stam didn't get a real chance, but I had to go with the story. Orbin is such a lovely guy, I'm glad I get to keep him in my game and in the animal rescue centre which Honeycomb gained because of him. Who knows, he may find love another way. Klaus-Ove was very funny and I liked him a lot. I still believe he and Rach can be friends.

@flotheory, I'm sorry, I feel Nathanial might not have had a totally fair chance because his date was crashed by another. It was a funny twist to the story, though, and the way he reacted to it all made it even funnier, and I thank you and him for that.

@echoweaver, Even now, I'm still not sure why Craig and Rachel had all those silences. Or the low attraction score. They seemed a good match on paper. Better than they turned out anyway. I thought he was cute and he had good traits.

@echomoria, Jake is so gorgeous! Can he stay? I loved the backstory you created for him and was looking forward to sharing more of that if he were to get a bigger part in the story. Maybe I can find another purpose for him?

@greenplumbboblover, I don't know if you are aware, but Cedrick was a firm favourite with many of the followers of my story. Several people told me, either in comments or in a personal message, that they thought Cedrick seemed an absolutely perfect match for Rachel. And honestly, I thought he'd do well too. I'm sorry it went completely differently.

@sushiikinsss, Despite Drax being much too cocky for Rachel, Trey fixed everything! He was such a darling! You sort of predicted Trey would do better than Drax, and you were very right, haha. I secretly would have liked to see Rach handle being a stepmum!

@nocturnalazure, Your boys stole my heart very early on. The hidden drama of the geeky, socially awkward younger brother always in the shadow of his irresistible and successful big bro. And now they signed up to date the same girl... Ethan was so endearing (as was Pepper!). He tried really hard, and I had to sit on my hands not to interfere and help them along a little bit. Nathan was all charms, but Rachel didn't bite. Though, as I've shown you, there was a background moment between him and someone else that might make for an interesting storyline after all. Let's discuss! 😉

@batsheba, Brave Alfie, going first. It feels like ages since we've seen him, but he was one of the strongest contenders in this whole thing. Rachel couldn't have hoped for a better start than Alfie gave her. He was absolutely wonderful, and I'm truly a little bit sad we didn't see more of him.

And finally, @nornities, where to begin? The letter, the extensive background story and, of course, wonderful Malte himself. It was clear from the moment he arrived that this wasn't just any random dude, this was someone who was special to his creator. I feel privileged that he gets to continue his path in my story. I've fallen a little bit in love with Malte myself, but I think he's in good hands with Rachel. 💗

The 'Real' Date

Like I said before, I gave Rachel and Malte a gameplay trial date: I had them meet up and spend some time together, just the two of them, outside, no special shenanigans. With the sole purpose of seeing if the chemistry they had on the first date was still there. It was clear pretty much straight away that they were still very much into each other. They picked up where they left off and were flirting and amorously hugging again quite quickly and built their relationship to best friends. This was all the incentive I needed to go with the pre-written romantic success date posted over the last few dates.

And, one last thing; after Rachel and Malte had their scripted and posed kiss, I felt I owed it to them to let them have a 'real' one too. Here it is:

💕

Thank you to everyone who made this adventure a success. For Rachel, for Malte and for me.

#Loved this!#Thank you all #date rachel!#about the process #ts3 #sims 3

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animestsstuff2 · 1 month

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•sickly sweet•

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Content warning: death, bullying, fluff, angst, blood, light smut ( characters are aged up to 16/17)

Part 6

Masterlist

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You stood with the rest of your friends before the bus that would be taking you to your first rescue training experience. All in your costumes.

“Excited Yuri?” Kirishima asked as he peered down at you. You nodded smiling up at him.

“Yeah Kiri! Im a bit nervous too though” he threw his arm round you, squeezing your arm with his hand to reassure you.

“Don’t be! Youll do great we’ve been training for ages now” he told you, removing his arm after noticing the angry glare he was receiving from his blonde friend. He even seen his palms spark. It was obvious to Kirishima Bakugou was crushing on you, he never shut up about you. Always whining about how annoying you are but in reality he just wanted a reason to talk about you.

“All right everyone aboard the bus lets go” Aizawa said lazily as he stepped on, everyone followed and got into their seats. You got near the back with your friends and noticed the only free seat was by Bakugou.

“Can I sit here?..” you asked quietly as the blonde rolled his eyes and nodded curtly. You sat down beside him ignorant to your gossiping friends behind yous.

The bus moved and you reached into your bag for you ‘juice’ only to realise it wasn’t there and you remembered suddenly you left it on the kitchen counter, pulling your phone out you shot a quick text to your dad informing him youd forgot. A single wrap from Aizawas scarf stopped in-front of you which was wrapped around your juice bottle. You grabbed it and smiled taking a large gulp. You were glad your dad had a spare, you became uncontrollable if you didn’t have any.

“Why did Aizawa have your juice?” Bakugou asked and you glanced up at him, quickly glancing back down however away from his piercing gaze.

“O-Oh, i texted my dad this morning that id forgotten it. He must have seen Mr. Aizawa and gave it to him” Bakugou didn’t reply and just turned back to the window.

You yawned, it was really sunny today and you knew that would bother you today in training. The sun doesn’t burn you or anything but it does strain your eyes a lot and make you tired. You’re a complete night owl but thats just due to being weaker in sun from your condition.

You turned, closing your eyes and pulling your knees up as you thought a small nap wouldn’t hurt. You drifted off not realising the seat had now turned into Bakugous warm arm and the blonde turned ready to yell at you but stopped when he seen how peaceful you looked. He shifted ever so carefully and braced his arm, tensing when your not so there mind grabbed his arm with yours and wrapped your arm under and around his. It made his skin tingle where you touched and he looked back into the window, glaring as he felt his cheeks warm. Hes just never been in a position like this with a dumb girl, its got nothing to do with how cute you look- cute? He shook his head grumbling at the thought of his mind calling you cute.

“Get a photo! get a photo!” Mina hissed into Urarakas ear who was grinning as she pulled her phone out and snapped a picture. The two gushing about how cute you were.

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"Hey everyone! Im thirteen and im here today to do rescue training. We have multiple areas set up with different scenarios. As you can see we have multiple areas set up, hillside rescuing, city areas etc" thirteen explained.

You all gazed in awe at the place before you. You seen a large body of water with a boat. A huge rocky hillside. A city one that was on fire.

You stood gushing about how exciting would be when suddenly. The lights dimmed and the water fountain that was sputtering water began turning purple and soon a large purple circle emerged and grew. Aizawa turned as people emerged from the large portal. They were villains.

"Thirteen! Protect the students!" He ordered and they nodded.

Kirishima looked down and looked at everyone else.

"Has the training started already? I thought we were rescuing" he asked.

Aizawa turned to us. A serious look on his usually bored face. We stepped forward. When aizawa snapped, worry laced his tone rather than his usual dead voice warning us to stay back.

"This is real. Those are villains"

"Thirteen, take the students and leave and alert the school, wait. If they got in undetected they may be blocking our contact. Kaminari use your quirk and try and contact the school" he explained as he pulled his goggles up and stepped forward.

"Wait! Theres too many for you to take on your own! Even if you can cancel their quirks you best work in stealth and one on one fights" Deku stated towards Aizawa who simply looked at us over his shoulder.

"You cant be a pro if you only have one trick" he said "Take care of them thirteen"

You felt your stomach knot as your father charged into the battle with multiple enemies. He was strong but you couldn't help but worry as he fought them.

You all followed thirteen who ran towards the door to escape when a huge purple portal took up all the space in front of the door. He was like a huge purple fire.

"Its finally nice to meet all you. I know the circumstances arent the best but we are the league of villains and we decided to invite ourselves to say hello and besides all that isnt this a nice place for all might the symbol of peace to meet his demise? I dont see him anywhere however" you narrowed your eyes at the man’s question.

You all stood, bracing yourselves for his quirk when suddenly large tendrils shot out and surrounded you all. You were engulfed in the purple smoke, reaching out you grabbed something as you were teleported somewhere else and then suddenly you fell out of the sky. You groaned and sat up looking around. You were in one of the zones. It was a ruined city.

"G-GET OFF ME!" You heard katsuki yell and you looked down, you were ontop of him.

You quickly scrambled off, feeling your cheeks heat as you became slightly flustered. A pair of arms reached under your arms from behind and picked you up. You already knew who it was. You didnt have to look.

"Thanks kiri!" You grinned and katsuki grumbled hearing the nickname.

"He teleported us to separate us" katsuki stated and you all nodded in agreement.

"These kids dont know whats in store for them" you heard a deep voice chuckle and soon you were surrounded by villains.

They all came at you. you pulled the small knife from your black boots and sliced your arm, blood flowing out and forming the a large mallet. The wound sealed over quickly, another perk.

You swung your mallet at the villain and hit his stomach. He fell back and held it as he groaned in pain, another one charged at you and he had chains, he swung one and caught your arm. He pulled you down and you let go of the mallet. You panicked, unable to free yourself from his chain as he held a small dagger raised in the air and your weapon began morphing dramatically, head full of worry at the enclosing dagger you could not focus on a single thought let alone an image of a weapon. His hand came down and you closed your eyes. The blood in your hand disappearing as you readied for the pain that never came.

You opened your eyes and looked seeing Bakugou standing where the man once stood. His palms igniting and sparking softly as the man laid groaning. His stomach burnt and clothes singed.

You turned and seen kirishima knocked his out. You watched as kirishima turned to bakugou and began talking about saving the others.

"We have to help the others. They dont have great offensive quirks like us" Kirishima stated and Bakugou shocked his head.

"Im gonna kill the portal bastard" bakugou growled

"If there low lever crooks like this then theyll be fine!" And you nodded agreeing.

"Hey since when were you so calm qnd rational. Youre always like die this and die that" kirishima chuckled and you giggled with him.

"IM ALWAUS CALM AND RATIONAL YOU REDHEADED LOSER!" He yelled.

Kirishima and you just laughed more and rolled your eyes at his dramatic outburst You got out of the ruin landscape and were in the middle where Aizawa was.

You watched as he charged at the blue haired boy, punching him in the gut. You smiled seeing all the other villains in the ground. This kid couldnt be that bad but you watched as the boy gripped his elbow.

Your dads hair dropped around him, clearly unable to maintain his quirk any longer and suddenly his elbow began to decay. His clothes disappeared and soon his skin. You rang forward but kirishima grabbed you and you struggled in his grip.

Your dad jumped away and took down another two villains, they just kept coming and he was getting tired. The blue haired boy spoke. His voice rather raspy and dry.

"Dont you think youre out of your element here eraserhead" Aizawa turned to the boy and his hair floating as his eyes glowed

"And youre still standing you really are so cool!" He exclaimed. "Oh by the way. I am not the final boss"

Your gaze snapped to the sudden appearance of a beast that stood above your father. He had a beak like a bird. His brain spewing out of his split skull. He was huge and extremely built.

You watched in once swipe the bird clawed Aizawas eyes. His goggles flying off as blood spewed and began to pull more against both kirishima and now katsuki as you felt tears fall from your eyes.

You watched as the bird creature grabbed your dads head and you saw tsu, midoryia and mineta on the opposite side in the water. The blue hair boy ran forward. His hand reached for tsu but nothing happened and you looked at your dad. His hair floating as blood dripped onto the ground.

You watched your fathers face be slammed into the ground and you stopped struggling, freezing. You watched as he pulled your fathers arm behind his back breaking it and that was it.

"DAD!" You screamed, freeing yourself of their hold as you pulled your dagger and sliced your arm. a weapon formed and you ran forward, ignoring everyone else. You wanted that boy dead.

A large dark red scythe hung over your small frame. Your arms holding it up high ready to strike.

You ran at the creature, blood pooling at you dads body as you jumped and sliced down, cutting the arm that held your fathers face in half. You morphed your scythe into a large sqaure hammer and swung it into the creature, sending him skidding across the floor as his arm immediately starting healing.

You huffed as you crouched down and felt your fathers pulse. He was still alive. You stood over him. Your breath laboured from the adrenaline as the blue hair boy was suddenly beside you, trailing a hand up your scythe. You pulled it away from him as he moved out of your attack and was by the bird creature who formed a new arm.

"You two, both very strong. Hey boy. That punch of yours are you like one of All Mights disciples?" Deku didnt answer and the boy turned to you.

"And you, who would have thought eraserhead had a kid. But that quirk, why thats blood. That seems like a villains quirk not a heros quirk." He stated but sighed.

"But it doesnt matter. Im done with the both of you now "

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Anyways be sure to check out my other fic ‘a dragons beauty’

#bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #bakugou x reader #kirishima eijirou #mha #aizawa shouta #all might #mina ashido #bnha deku #ochako uraraka #deku #izuku midoriya #shigaraki tomura #mha dabi

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hybeboyenthusisast · 7 months

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➺ thirteen: the night of the party (18+)

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warnings: smut!! unprotected sex (reccomend you dont do this), oral (m & f receiving), fingering, choking, pet names, alcohol, mentions of weed, dancing, kissing, creampie, aftercare, groping (this list was written in the order i remembered things hehe) let me know if i missed something

wc: 3k

The frat party was in full swing, with plenty of drunk students doing whatever they felt like. Some were making out wherever they could, some were either playing or watching some beer pong, and of course, there was a mass group moving in what was supposed to be dancing. With so many drunk young adults pressed up against each other, movement was limited, so Soobin could not find it himself to dignify this group as "the dancers". They were more like a group of fish swimming about in the sea; moving side to side but definitely not dancing. Except you.

Beomgyu was supposed to be keeping an eye on you this time, yet he was nowhere to be found. Despite promising that he would take care of you, he did what he always did to you at parties; disappear. You never really cared to think about where he went or what he was doing, not after that time you walked in on him having sex. You learned from that experience to never search for your brother and simply hope he doesn't wind up dead in a ditch.

Jungwon, on the other hand, stuck to you like glue at parties. He was so worried about you as you were already a huge troublemaker when you were sober, so you were an even bigger one when you were drunk or high. But, tonight he had been granted his freedom with Beomgyu's false promise to watch you.

There you were, just outside the school of fish, actually dancing. Your movements were fluid but your eyes were sharp, and anyone who dare come near you with the hope of dancing with you was quickly scared off by your glare. Maybe it was the smoke from the weed in the basement wafting up, or maybe it was the two cups of whatever had been handed to him; Whether it was what he drank or what he was breathing, Soobin certainly wasn't thinking clearly as he attempted to do what most were too afraid to at this point.

Bopping his head to the beat of the music he could barely hear because it was just so damn loud, Soobin made his way over to you. With the dim lighting bouncing off your features and your lips, shiny from your lip gloss, you looked divine. Despite your drunken state, you were surprisingly aware of your surroundings, and you turned to face Soobin as he was approaching you.

You raised an eyebrow at him as you kept dancing, and Soobin didn't know if you were questioning him or daring him. He opted to believe the latter. His hands, much larger than your own, gently grasped your waist and spun you around so your back was pressed against his. Your ass grinding into his front.

While you had no idea what had possessed Soobin to dance with you, you were not letting him go so easily.. or at all. His hands snuck their way up your shirt and sat firmly on your waist, the feeling of his heated skin against your own making you shiver. Soobin was pressing himself into you, pressing you into him, and it was starting to feel like a wet dream coming true. Soobin's hard cock was straining against his jeans, begging to be released, to be touched.

It was when he leaned down to nip at your earlobe that you snapped; if you could have this man, you were going to have him. Despite his steady grip that was keeping you how he wanted, you spun in his hold and pressed your lips against his.

Even with your heels, the height difference between the two of you was both obvious, and a turn on. You always loved how small Soobin made you feel (probably not just size wise but emotionally :/ ) when you stood by him, but you had never been this close to him to really see and feel the difference in your heights.

Your lips pressed urgently against Soobin's, desperate to get a taste of the man you had been crushing on forever. He kissed you back with the same urgency, one hand cupping your jaw and tilting your head up to give him better access to your mouth. With a swipe of his tongue at your lower lip, you moved back to break the kiss.

"Take me upstairs," you yelled to Soobin, a flirty smile on your face as you moved his hand on your waist to rest on your ass instead. Soobin grinned at you, squeezing your ass firmly and leaning down to kiss you, before taking your hand in his and leading you through the frat house.

You giggled as the two of you navigated your way through a sea of wasted students, finding the most bizarre breaks in the crowds to get your way to the stairs and then to Soobin's bedroom.

Soobin shut the door behind you as you followed him into his room, backing you up until you were pressed against the door. He really wasn't even thinking anymore; at least nothing more advanced than how pretty you looked and how your kisses made his cock throb. He wanted to kiss you, touch you, please you, and ravish you. With his cock guiding his decisions, he slammed his lips against yours, his tongue very quickly finding yours and beginning a sensual tango. Your hands rested on his shoulders, feeling how broad they were and hoping you'd find your legs thrown over them. His hands were grabbing your ass and pulling you into him, his clothed hard on slowly beginning to rut against you.

You pulled away from his lips for air, small gasps leaving you as he began tracing the skin of your throat with his teeth. His teeth barely grazed you, but with each little nip he gave you, sparks shot out all along your body. You felt electrified, every nerve hyper aware of Soobin's presence.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Soobin leaned back to cup your cheeks, gazing into your eyes and searching for any signs of hesitation. You dove forward and pressed your lips against his in a quick motion.

"Yes," you nodded, placing your hands over his on your face. "I am so sure, Soobin."

If he were less intoxicated on your kisses and the alcohol, he probably would have stopped everything. Sure, he wouldn't sleep with you when he was sober, but he was also much more of a gentleman when it came to sex. Especially for a first time with someone. But he was not enough in his right mind.

Soobin handled your body with such ease, like you were merely a doll, and you were enjoying it probably a bit too much. One moment you had been pressed against the door, and the next, you were on your knees in front of Soobin, who sat at the edge of his bed.

His eyes were dark, almost predatory as they took in the sight of you kneeling before him. Your hands ran up and down his thighs, the rough material of his jeans prompting you to quickly get to work on removing his pants.

Soobin leaned back, resting on his hands as he watched you unbuckle his belt, your hair in disarray and your lipstick smudged. Despite your messy appearance, he thought you had never looked more beautiful. You made quick work of his belt, unbuttoning his jeans and tugging them down. Soobin lifted his hips to help you in your mission, smirking to himself as your jaw dropped.

He wasn't even fully on display, still in his boxers, yet you were shocked at the size of his bulge. You whimpered as you grasped his cock through his boxers, feeling the weight of him in your hand. He was by far the biggest man you had ever been with.

"Take off your shirt, pretty girl," Soobin commanded, moving one of his hands to push your hand off of his clothed package, groaning at the loss of pressure.

You complied easily, ripping your shirt over your head so fast. Soobin groaned at the sight of your pretty tits covered in lacey fabric, looking so inviting. They were a blank canvas for him to paint with his kisses, and he was looking forward to this masterpiece.

"Baby, you're so fucking pretty," Soobin mumbled under his breath. You sent him a wink as you kissed up his thighs, bunching up the fabric of his boxers in your fingers to tug it down.

Honestly, you never once thought a dick had ever looked pretty. But pretty was the best word to describe Soobin's throbbing member, with a pink mushroom tip and veins running along the length. He was much larger than you had ever expected, with a decent girth to him as well. Your core clenched around nothing as you imagined how stretched out you were going to be on his cock.

With a continously growing wetness between your legs, you leant down and wrapped your lips around Soobin's tip, tongue lapping at his precum. His hands moved to make a makeshift ponytail for you, eyes lidded at he watched as you worked your way down his cock. You choked as his tip hit the back of your throat, hands wrapping around the remainder that wouldn't fit in your mouth.

You worked with your hands to set a steady rhythm, twisting and pumping his length while you bobbed up and down, hollowing your cheeks and sucking like a vaccum. Soobin was already so on edge, so turned on by you, that he really wasn't going to last very long if you kept this up. He swore to himself he would cum in your mouth next time.

You whimpered as Soobin held you and halted your movements, gently pushing you off of him. "Why?" You asked, staring up at him with doe eyes. You thought he had been enjoying it, given how his thighs had been tensing up and his breathing became more ragged.

"Wanna cum in you," he whispered against your lips as he pulled you up and kissed you. "Strip and lay on the bed."

Despite how gentle his tone was, you knew he was commanding you; even if he wasn't, you would do whatever he wanted anyway. You made a show of it, throwing off your heels, shimmying out of your skirt, swaying your hips. You unhooked your bra, your eyes trained on Soobin's as he watched you. You caught the silent gulp he did when you threw your bra off into the distance, sending him a teasing smile.

"Like what you see?" You innocently giggled, crawling onto the bed and swaying your ass as you got into position. You spread your legs, a hand running over your clothed core before dipping inside your lacey panties. Soobin growled, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside.

He basically pounced on you, covering your smaller body with his larger one, his arms holding him so he hovered above you. His lips pressed against yours urgently, nipping and tugging and demanding all your attention.

You ran your fingers through his hair, pulling at his scalp to press him further into you. His bulge was pressed into your stomach, and you were so ready to have it splitting you open. Your inner thighs were slick with your wetness, so much so that you probably wouldn't need much preparation for his cock.

He wanted to prepare you, though, two fingers plunging inside your walls rapidly, almost unexpectedly. You moaned loudly, relishing in the feeling of his long fingers reaching places your own fingers never could. Soobin grinned at you as he watched you bit your lip, moving his fingers in a rough, steady rhythm.

You looked so good and Soobin wanted to devour you completely, have you screaming his name. Your walls were clenching around his fingers, getting close to your orgasm with how good he worked his fingers inside you. If you were going to cum anywhere, though, it'd be on his face or his cock.

You moaned as Soobin kneeled on the floor by the edge of the bed, roughly grabbing you by the hips with his free hand to pull you to the edge. You squirmed as his hot breath fanned against your inner thighs. Soobin gently kissed up and down your thighs, enjoying how soft your skin was, and how you eagerly tugged at his hair to try to get him where you wanted him.

Your heavy breathing and beautiful sighs were music to Soobin's ears, and he wanted to hear them over and over again. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was you; but he promised himself in that moment that this would not be the only night that he had you lying beneath him.

"Please, Bin," you sighed in frustration, his lips edging closer and closer to your clit but never reaching. "You're being so mean."

Soobin smirked, gazing up at you from his spot between your legs. He bit the edge of your lacey panties and pulled them down with his teeth. "I'll be even meaner if you don't behave, baby," he nipped at your thigh quickly, before finally giving you what you wanted.

He suckled on your clit and his fingers danced inside your gummy walls, groaning against you as he got a taste of your wetness. You were simply delicious. The combination of his mouth and his fingers had you clenching down even harder, and Soobin sped up his actions to encourage your orgasm.

You moaned, gripping Soobin's blonde locks and pressing him further into you. "I'm gonna c-cum," you panted out.

Soobin released your sensitive clit from his lips, whispering something you couldn't make out. Before you could even whine from the sudden lack of stimulation, his thumb was on your clit and his tongue was between your folds. You screamed as he got you seeing stars, cumming all over his fingers and his face.

He greedily lapped up your juices, groaning at how good you tasted. As your high passed over you, you gently pushed against Soobin, whining at the overstimulation. "But you taste so good," he responded, slurping at your folds with his tongue.

You were so overstimulated but you felt so good, you couldn't push him away. Soobin heard you sniffle, immediately removing himself and sitting next to you on the bed, cradling your face in his heads. His eyes were filled with worry, searching yours as he tried to figure out what made you sniffle.

A single tear trailed down your cheek, and Soobin gently brushed it away. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, placing your hands atop of his. "Just felt good- too good," you assured him, leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. "I'm not hurt. That was amazing."

Soobin kissed your forehead, stroking your hair with one hand while he still held your cheek in the other. "You okay to keep going or do you want to stop?"

"I will start actually crying if you do not fuck me right now," you gave Soobin a teasing smile, grabbing him and pulling him on top of you. The pair of you made your way to the head of the bed, hands touching everywhere and lips never parting.

You wrapped your legs around Soobin's waist, moaning into his mouth as the feeling of his heavy cock against your wet folds. "Baby, you're really sure?" Soobin mumbled against your lips.

With your nod of assurance and a quiet whispered "yes", Soobin pulled from the kiss to align himself with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, letting you adjust. You felt so tight, so small, enveloping him in a vice grip. The room was quiet aside from the heavy breaths and scattered groans and moans, both of you getting used to the feeling of being intertwined.

You had tears in your eyes when Soobin finally bottomed out, feeling like you were being ripped apart by his dick, but it felt so good. "Please, please," you begged, grasping at his broad back for some form of grounding.

"Already dumb on my cock?" Soobin asked, chuckling. You looked beautiful underneath him, face scrunched in pleasure as he began pushing in and out of you at a steady rhythm. As much as he wanted to fuck you until you couldn't walk, you just looked so small and delicate, and he didn't want to hurt you.

"Harder," you mumbled, leaning up to press kisses to his bare chest. "Fuck me hard."

Soobin was wrapped around your finger, even if he wanted to be in control. You asked, you get. Soobin's large hands held a bruising grip on your hips as he began pistoning in and out of you like a beast in heat.

His rough movements had you clenching, had you screaming, even had you scratching at his back. Each thrust of his hips against yours had his pelvis pressing against your clit, rubbing hard for only a moment before it was over, repeating again and again. Soobin wrapped a hand around your throat for more leverage over your body, squeezing gently.

He was very, very close, but he knew you were too. His thrusts were slowing down, but he was still rough with each one. "Cum for me, doll, cream my cock," Soobin demanded through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving your face as you moaned out his name, cumming on him.

Soobin's hips stuttered as your orgasm triggered his own, filling you to the brim with his seed. He continued to fuck into you, pushing his cum deeper and deeper in you. You pulled Soobin down to lay fully on top of you, capturing his lips with your own.

He obliged for a moment, before pulling out and rolling over. The two of you lay in silence, just trying to catch your breath.

"Come here," Soobin said, opening his arms and gesturing for you to snuggle into him. You sighed happily as you wrapped your arms around him, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest. Soobin's strong arms wrapped around your smaller frame, squeezing you lightly in affection.

" 'M sleepy," you mumbled, nuzzling your face against him. Soobin smiled, though you couldn't see it, and pressed a kiss to your head. He gently adjusted the both of you so you were under the covers, protected from the cold air as the room cooled down.

"Sleep, baby. I'm here."

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rickgrimeswifey · 2 years

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Ok hi! I was thinking of like a carl x reader situation where the reader and carl have had very clear feelings for each other and were together at the prison, but once they got to Alexandria he slowly drifted towards Enid and away from reader (that was so badly explained omg)

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A/n: Ahh oh my god, I really went all in for this one. This one is really sad so just be ready for that.

Category: Angst, angst and angst. Little fluff here and there.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x fem!reader

Season: 3-5

Warnings: Mother passing while giving birth, violence, just a little kiss, cursing, verbal argument

Word count: 3.7k

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She had arrived at the prison with her mother and she was only thirteen. Her mother was pregnant, she guessed that was the reason why the leader here decided to take them in. They were about to send them away when his gaze landed on the quite large baby bump, the guy had a look Y/n had never seen before on his face. It was terrifying but when he saw that her mother was expecting his eyes softened and Y/n could swear she saw him tear up. She later found out it was because Rick's wife had died while giving birth the day before.

The first time she saw him, he was freshly heartbroken. His mind wasn't in the right place. His mother had just died, he needed someone but refused to reach out to anyone. Carl was convinced he could make it out here himself, he was mad at his father for killing Shane, who was like an uncle for Carl. He was a huge part of his life even before the outbreak. Back at the farm Rick had just shot him and now his mother was dead. He was just feeling so many different things at once and didn't know how to cope.

She found him very interesting and wanted to be able to give him comfort that he refused to be given. It was clear that he didn't just let anyone in, or was just some kind of facade he put up? In her eyes he seemed so tough and brave, Carl seemed like he wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. Still he wouldn't have a full conversation with her, he just talked to her when it was necessary or when his father ordered him to. Y/n tried to get him to befriend her and understand him but Carl wouldn’t let her in. She just never found the right time.

She hadn't had the time when they were at war with the governor because Carl was determined to protect and help this place at all cost. She saw when he shot that boy from Woodbury who was surrendering. It would be a lie if she said that it didn't scare her. From that moment on she feared him, not to the point where she couldn't talk to him but enough that she would watch her mouth.

Y/n succeeded with getting on good terms with Carl when the people from Woodbury were getting settled at the prison. The energy around the place changed a lot when they won and offered a place to stay for the remaining people of Woodbury. It wasn't their fault that their leader was sick. Carl also changed, maybe he felt like he could finally relax.

The two of them bonded, exchanging stories about school before the outbreak, telling other stories about trips with their families and secrets. They became close friends who could talk about anything. It was around the time that people started getting sick that Y/n realized she was developing a crush on Carl. Though she didn't have much of a chance to talk with him during this time when people were dying here and there. She was more worried about her mother who was pregnant furthermore was due in three weeks or so.

Everything was going fine until her mother started showing symptoms of the flu, everything in Y/n's mind started spinning. This meant that both her mother and the baby were at high risk of passing away. Hershel was always by her side explaining how this would pass and that her mom would survive this. Y/n had already lost her father a couple months ago, her mom couldn't leave as well. She just couldn't.

He was wrong though, her mom went into early labor while being extremely sick. Almost too tired to push, she gave it all she had. When the newborn human came out of her screaming and crying, the others noticed she wasn't moving anymore. Hershel put his index and middle finger on her wrist where he was supposed to feel her pulse, but nothing from her was heard or felt. Her breathing had stopped and her face was pale. Y/n had been sitting outside all this time listening to her mothers cries of pain as the child was pushed out of her body, how she gathered all the strength she had while being sick and continued on pushing. She had Carl beside her who saw how hard this was for her so he decided to grab her hand hoping to provide some comfort, she looked his way and smiled softly. When Rick came out of there with tears in his eyes she didn't want to believe it.

"I'm sorry..." he said as he tried his best not to cry.

She let go of Carl's hand then slowly stood up and looked into the cell, seeing her mothers dead body on the bed. That image was going to haunt her forever. Y/n didn't even think twice before she turned around and sprinted out of the prison. She got out in a matter of seconds, she ran onto the grass and fell down, too weak to keep going. She screamed out in agony while crying her eyes out, her mother was now gone, forever.

The next week went by slowly, the group wanted her to name the baby. It was a boy, but Y/n didn't want to see him yet. She wasn't ready. That was until Carl came into her cell where she was laying on her bed just like she had been all week. She didn't turn her head to him, she didn't move or do anything. She was just simply too tired.

"I know how you feel," Carl confessed softly. "I promise you it'll get better..."

"No, it won't." She mumbled shortly, before squeezing her eyes shut to avoid the tears starting to flow at the thought of her mother.

"Yes it will, I know it may not feel like it now." Carl said. "You made me feel better, I shut you out when you tried to talk to me because I was feeling just as you are right now. But I promise you it gets easier."

She sat up at his words, so she had succeeded with getting him to let her in early on? Y/n never thought he was listening to her at that time but turns out he was.

"It felt better when I first saw Judith... after I lost my mother." He sighed looking down at his shoes. "Let's go so that you can say hi to your baby brother." Carl reached out his hand for her to grab but she just stared at him. "Please?”.

Y/n took it, she would never make it out of this cell alone anyway. When she walked down the stairs to where the baby was on a table she felt an ache in her heart. It hurt a lot when she saw his face, he looked exactly like their mother. Everyone had always said that Y/n looked more like her father but this little fella was the exact image of their mother.

"He's sweet isn't he?" Beth asked, smiling sweetly at the infant.

"Mhm..." Y/n hummed quietly in agreement, unsure of what to do next.

After a minute of silence from her side she picks him up. Instantly supporting his neck, careful not to hurt his tiny fragile body. Y/n begins bouncing him a little looking into his eyes. She smiles at how he wriggles in her arms and doesn't even notice the tears forming in her eyes.

“Dimitri...” she blurted out.

Beth, Carl, Rick, Hershel and Maggie all looked at her since they were the ones standing around the baby.

“That’s his name?” Rick wondered, with a soft tone careful not to upset Y/n even more.

“Yeah...” she breathed while staring at the tiny man in her arms. “We had this thing about Greek mythology in school, Dimitri means follower of Demeter. And it was believed that Demeter, one of the twelve Olympians, was the goddess of agriculture. Who had the power to control harvest and fertility.” Y/n explained.

The others looked at her in awe and confusion. She had picked it since it was a miracle that the baby had even survived, if he could survive that then maybe he could bring some extra luck to the food growing outside. Considering that they weren’t doing the best at the moment, besides in this world you’d always need extra luck with agriculture and harvest.

“My mom always had many problems with getting pregnant, she always wanted me to have siblings but her and dad had so many problems getting me into this world that they gave up. He’s a miracle, meant to be here. Maybe he’ll bring more luck to the seeds we are planting outside.”

Rick smiled at her, grabbing his belt. “I’m sure he will, Y/n.”

Over the next weeks she bonded with her baby brother, she wore she would protect him forever and never leave his side since she was the only family related by blood he had left. That lasted until the governor came back and the prison fell. Y/n was placed on the bus where Maggie, Sasha and Bob also were, meanwhile Dimitri was with Tyrese, Mika, Judith, Lizzie and Carol. She freaked out when she realized he wasn’t on the bus, thinking she’d never see him again. Carl, Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Beth and all the others were nowhere to be found either. Hershel was dead, the governor had killed him. That fucking bastard always had to ruin everything. He was dead now though, so he couldn’t hurt them again.

Chaos broke out on the bus, people died, dead people rose and the only ones who got out of there were Y/n, Maggie, Sasha and Bob. They were now left to fend for themselves. Finding food, shelter, water and everything else. Maggie was barely hanging on, not knowing if Glenn or Beth were alive. Bob was trying to see the bright side of things meanwhile Y/n and Sasha were worried for their own sibling. A couple days passed and Maggie and Glenn found each other in a long tunnel. Glenn had found some new people and their names were Tara, Rosita, Eugene and Abraham. Now that they were reunited the group was focused on finding the rest.

The group had found a map where something named ‘terminus’ was supposed to be ahead of them. A sanctuary for all, as it said on the sign. Eventually they arrived, at first it seemed fine then out of nowhere everyone was forced into a type of container that you’d have on boats. Not knowing what was going to happen to them, they just waited and tried to come up with a plan to break out. After a while a miracle happened, the door opened and more people stepped in. Glenn went forward to get a good look.

“Rick?” he asked.

“You’re here.” Rick said relieved.

He tensed up when he got a good look at Tara, sending her a look of confusion and a death glare. Maggie noticed and spoke up.

“They’re our friends, and helped us along the way.” She explained, pointing out the four new faces.

Y/n didn’t hear Daryl and Abrahams chat since she was way too focused on something else, it was him. It was Carl, he was back. She grinned at him and he returned a smile back. She quickly took some steps forward and wrapped her arms around him.

“I thought you were dead.” He whispered in her ear, voice full of relief.

She put her head on his shoulder and sighed, now she just needed to find the rest of the people she loves. The group made up a plan to get the hell out of here and it worked. They left terminus a burning mess. While they were at the other side of the fence watching the tank that had just exploded, burn, admiring their win, Carol stepped out from behind some trees. Her face was full of mud and she was carrying Daryl's crossbow, Rick's revolver and MIchonne's sword that she had found inside. Daryl immediately ran and threw himself into her arms.

After that Carol led the group to a small cabin in the middle of the woods, Carl and Y/n walked hand in hand not wanting to risk getting away from each other again. They were reunited, the best person in the world Y/n knew was with her again. Carol and the rest of the group reached the cabin where Tyrese was found with Judith on one arm and Dimitri on the other.

Y/n let go of Carl's hand and ran to her baby brother. She took him ever so gently from Tyrese, immediately kissing his forehead and holding him securely in her arms. Now she could breathe again, having all of her loved ones at the same spot, knowing they were okay, Well, everyone expect Beth.

The group soon found a priest in the middle of the woods, he’d screamed for help and Carl insisted on helping him. His name was Gabriel and it turned out he had a church filled with food and supplies. The group was happy that they had shelter and celebrated this with a large dinner of plenty of different canned goods. The church echoed with happy laughter and smiles beamed on everyone's faces.

Abraham had revealed that he wanted a group to come with him to Washington where Eugene was going to save the world. When they asked him how he’d always say it was classified. But the group was still willing to help and Tara, Glenn and Maggie agreed to come with them. They would together work as a team to escort Eugene safely.

Everything was going great until the terminus people kidnapped Bob and ate a part of his body, Carol and Daryl went missing. Everything was chaotic. After getting Bob back he revealed that he was bit, this broke Sasha. Soon enough though the group managed to make up a plan to trick the people there. Those people were killed by some members of the group, then Daryl and Carol came back. They knew where Beth was and that’s where the group was headed next. A hospital that was still running in the middle of the city, it was quite an impressive achievement. Anyhow, Beth died, when Y/n, Carl, Maggie, Abraham, Glenn and some other people got to the hospital Rick came out and behind came Daryl with Beth laying dead in his arms. Maggie screamed and cried out, losing her last blood related family. Out of the hospital Noah came, he was a young boy who was a friend of Beth. He was a very kind kid.

Noah talked about this little place he had stayed at with his family when this thing started so the group went to check it out. They wanted to see if it was still up and running. It wasn’t. In that little neighborhood, they lost Tyrese. The group was so tired, everyone was passing and they weren’t getting anywhere. Carl and Y/n hadn’t been talking as much, no one was talking a lot. Everyone was feeling hopeless and frustrated.

They were on the road a long time before Aaron welcomed them to Alexandria. That’s where it happened, from the moment Carl saw her, Y/n knew he wasn’t hers anymore. She tried to talk and hang out with him but his eyes were glued to Enid. He’d probably gotten bored of Y/n, found a new more exciting girl. It hurt a lot, the person she loved the most was treating her as if she never existed. If he could just leave her this easy... did he ever even love her? Ron was in a relationship with Enid but Carl didn’t see that, the only thing he saw was right through it. It had been a week and Carl constantly talked about Enid and how he wanted to get to know her more and how amazing she was every time he was around Y/n. One day she was so fed up she snapped at him;

"You do know she has a boyfriend, right?"

"What?" Carl chuckles out of confusion.

"Enid, you do know she's got a boyfriend?" She asks again, rolling her eyes.

"Who?" He scoffs.

"Ron? He is your friend too, right?” She looked at him with wide eyes, he couldn’t possibly be this blind. “My god, you are such an asshole.” Y/n groaned.

“Me?” Carl scoffed again. “I haven’t done anything?”

“Seriously?” Y/n provoked. “You’ve been a giant douchebag ever since we fucking got here!” She raised her voice at him.

He looked at her like he was lost, mouth agape and eyes filled with confusion. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest that was rising up and down rapidly.

“Why do you even care?” he asked sincerely but you could tell he was getting irritated.

“Because you’re being a dick to Ron” Y/n yelled just earning an eye roll. “He’s your friend and you’re just fucking him over!”

“What do you know about mine and Ron’s relationship?” Carl stepped into her face.

“I know well enough to not be completely oblivious to the fact that he won’t like this when he finds out!” She screamed into his face. “You know what? Go fuck yourself Carl...” Y/n mumbled before going towards the door to his bedroom.

She was about to turn the doorknob but turned to look at him. “It’s so fucking tiring to hear you talk about that chick Enid all the fucking time.” She growled at him through gritted teeth. “Enid is so cool! Enid is amazing! Do you know what me and Enid did today? Enid this, Enid that!” Y/n mimicked him angrily.

Carl crossed his arms and looked at her daringly. “So what? Can’t I talk about people with you now?”

Y/n scoffed at his response, she couldn’t emotionally do this right now.

“Don’t you get it?” She yelled and went towards him, throwing her arms out furiously. “You have been a complete ass to me ever since we got here! Goddammit Carl!”

“What do you have to do with any of this?” Carl barked at her.

“You’ve just been complete ignoring me and thinking about Enid since you first saw her!” Y/n barked back. “I’m your girlfriend and I love you, more than she ever will.” She admitted hearing her voice and heartbreak saying it out loud.

His eyes immediately changed, looking at her with regret and pity. Carl wanted to reach his hand out to her as he saw her tear up. Y/n’s heart painfully twisted in her chest.

“You don’t even love me do you...?” She whispered.

Carl reached his hand out to touch her but she backed away immediately. “Of course I do Y/n.” He said softly.

“No, you don’t...” she cried. “Say it out loud then...” Y/n sniffled.

Carl sighed before breaking his gaze off and looking down onto the floor, putting his hands in his front pockets.

“Oh my god...” her hand shook as he brought it up to cover her mouth. “You don’t love me.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at the floor, listening to her short sobs.

“Did you ever love me?” Y/n mumbled.

When Carl didn’t answer and just stared down onto the floor ashamed she felt a pit of anger rising in her stomach.

“Say something asshole!” She yelled before she shoved him backwards by his shoulders.

Y/n felt her heart shatter into a million pieces when Carl looked up at her and saw the look on his face. He didn’t love her, by the looks of it he never did. What the fuck was happening... this couldn’t be happening, this was a nightmare and Y/n needed to wake up. She slowly backed to his door and when she felt the door knob in her hand she ran out of there sobbing violently while she ran down the stairs. Michonne caught her in the door wondering what was wrong but Y/n just pushed past her.

“Carl!” Y/n heard her yell as she ran down the streets of Alexandria, until she entered the house where she lived with Glenn and Maggie.

She ran up to her room and slammed the door. Y/n heard footsteps come up the stairs before a knock on her door was heard.

“Y/n...? Everything okay?” Maggie stood outside the door, wondering softly.

“Go away!” Y/n sobbed.

“Honey...” she said with pity. “Please talk to me-”

“No!” She snapped. “I don’t need your pity or your sympathy!”

The few weeks after that Y/n just stayed in the house, not wanting to go outside and face the world. She hadn’t told anyone what was wrong, just shut everyone out. Carl just told Michonne that they had a fight, not what it was about. Therefore when Maggie came into the kitchen one afternoon and asked if Y/n thought it was a good idea if Enid moved in with them, she just looked at her getting incredibly upset again.

“No.” She answered shortly despite the anger growing furiously fast in her.

“What do you mean, no?” Maggie asked, confused.

“I meant no. I don’t want her here.” Y/n just growled at her.

“You know what?” Maggie snapped. “I’m losing my patience with you, you’re gonna tell me right now what the hell happened!”

“Why don’t you ask Carl?”

“He won’t tell anyone, just said you guys had a fight but it was clearly something more than that.” Maggie explained.

Y/n scoffed. “Yeah well he’s good at not telling one things.” She stormed out of the house, knowing if she went to her room Maggie would just have followed her.

She heard Maggie call angrily after her but didn’t care, she hated this place. At least at the moment, she hated everyone and everything. It felt hopeless, like no one understood what she was going through. Y/n walked to the little sitting area in Alexandria where she saw Carl and Enid giggling, kissing and playing around. She felt sick to her stomach and also like her whole world fell apart right in front of her. He never looked that happy with her. What was it she did wrong? What did Enid have that she didn’t?

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Josh Futturman has always had a crush on his beautiful coworker, the sharp, sexy scientist he thought he could only ever dream of talking to.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: Living The Life

“Babe, can you drive?” Josh chuckled as he stumbled along with Brynne out to the parking lot.

“Yes, sweetheart, of course,” she agreed, taking her car keys from him.

“Thank you!” Josh chuckled, awkwardly running to the car.

“You’re welcome, my love.”

They had just left the bowling alley after meeting Ray and his new girlfriend there. Brynne had offered to drive, considering she knew Ray would probably ask Josh to drink with him, but Josh had insisted on driving there. But naturally, he had asked Brynne if he could drive her car, considering he loved driving her car. He thought it was the coolest car on earth.

The two of them got into the car, as Josh sat in the passenger’s seat, drunk giggling as he put on his seatbelt, or at least tried to. Josh had only had a couple beers, but he was quite the lightweight.

“Your place, yeah?” she asked as she pulled out of the parking lot.

“Can we go to your place?” Josh asked her. “I don’t wanna go to my parents’.”

“My place?” she questioned.

Although Josh had picked her up from her own house on many occasions, they had never actually hung out at her house. Josh thought it was strange that he and Brynn were dating, but he’d never actually been inside her house at all.

“Yeah, your place,” he nodded. “Why? You don’t want me in your house?” he asked sadly, making a pouty face.

“No, no,” she promised him, remembering that she was dealing with tipsy Josh. “It’s not that, it’s just… I like your place.”

“Really?” he scoffed. “But my parents…!” he slurred.

“Yeah, they’re nice,” Brynne laughed. “I don’t live with my parents… I don’t even talk to my parents.”

“Can we go to your place?” Josh pleaded. “I wanna see your place. Please…?”

“Yes, of course we can,” she nodded, driving in that direction. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Yay!”

Brynne just laughed, shaking her head as she drove. Her own place was a bit further of a drive, but they were there before Josh fell asleep. As they got out of the car, Brynne observed that Josh had mostly sobered up.

“Okay, here we are,” she announced, parking her car in the driveway.

“Your place is so nice,” Josh stared as she unlocked the door.

There was a fountain not far from the door, a very modern, minimalistic sort of thing that just looked like water being poured over a dark wall.

“We haven’t even been inside yet,” she scoffed, opening the door for him.

Josh stepped inside as she closed the door behind them, in awe of her home. The ceiling in the foyer was at least ten feet tall, with a crystal chandelier hanging above. And the floors were marble. To Josh, her place looked like a palace. There was a long staircase leading upstairs, and a hallway that led to the rest of the downstairs.

“Hachi machi,” he murmured. “This place is insane!”

Brynne just smiled, still never sure what to do when people complimented her house. Sure, she’d worked for all the money herself, but she still never knew how to respond.

“Come on. Bedroom’s upstairs,” she smiled.

“Do I take off my shoes?” Josh asked in bewilderment.

“Baby, I don’t care, the floors are hardwood.”

Josh followed Brynne upstairs, to the biggest bedroom in the house. She had a huge amount of space, a beautiful dark wood bedroom set, and a set of silk sheets. He was in awe of the walk-in closet, which looked like its own tiny bedroom.

He wandered into her bathroom like a lost child, discovering a beautiful, high-tech sort of shower, along with a luxurious jacuzzi tub.

“Whoa…!” he gasped.

“You want me to run us a bath?” Brynne asked him, reading his mind.

“Please,” he nodded, taking his time to look around.

He returned to the bedroom, sitting down on her California king-sized bed as she took off her jacket, stripping down to her underwear. As always, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Your place is… amazing,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she smiled softly.

“They really do pay you well,” Josh remarked.

“Yeah. Kronish is great,” she agreed, heading into the bathroom to get a bath running.

Josh watched as she turned the water on, waiting for the jacuzzi tub to fill.

“Bowling was so fun,” he laughed. “Man. Ray’s girlfriend is really nice.”

“Yeah, she is,” Brynne smiled. “It was really sweet when she told me how pretty I am… I had to make sure she knew I thought the same of her.”

Josh began taking his clothes off, nervous about where to put them as he stood in his underwear in the bathroom.

“You can just set them on the counter,” Brynne told him, as she walked in, long strawberry blonde hair pinned up in a clip.

He set the clothes on the white marble counter, gulping when he saw who he’d just recently realized was his girlfriend. He knew he’d never quite get over how she looked naked, not even in a sexual manner, but just out of sheer awe. She slowly stepped into the bathtub, sighing as she threw her head back. Josh slid his underwear down before climbing in and joining her, sitting across from her in the warm water.

“Why don’t we do stuff at your place?” he wondered.

Brynne felt guilty as she tried to explain, watching as he tried to come up with his own rationalization.

“Do you not want me here?” he wondered. “Cuz, I could understand that, I mean… I’d probably make a mess of this place.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” she sighed, trying to explain.

“I mean, your place is awesome,” he scoffed.

“I know,” she sighed, “That’s the problem. My place has the jacuzzi tub, and the art I paid someone to buy for me, and the silk sheets. It’s a total bachelor pad.”

“What’s wrong with that?” Josh wondered, rubbing at his beard.

“It’s… It’s a good place to bring a date. It’s a good place to hook up,” she thought.

“What’s so bad about that?” Josh asked with a smile.

“I like your place better,” she said exhaustedly.

“What’s so cool about my place?” he wondered.

“It’s nice! And your parents are nice! Your place has more personality. My place is just meant to look good,” Brynne expressed.

“I think your place has personality,” Josh said softly. “I think it looks like you because it looks good.”

She smiled, appreciating the sentiment as she tried to rephrase her thoughts.

“Yeah, but… My place is for dating. Your place is for marriage,” she pointed out.

Josh looked at her curiously, a surprised smile on his face as he processed what she’d just said.

“You… You’d marry me?” he asked her.

“Yeah, I think so!” she nodded. “Some day.”

He smiled with immense emotion in his eyes, understanding what she meant now.

“I’m… I’m glad we both feel the same way,” he murmured, watching her as she moved so that she was next to him.

“I love you, Josh,” she said as he wrapped his arm around her.

“I love you, Brynne,” he said for the second time, grinning as she leaned in to kiss him.

He thought life couldn’t get any better than this. He moved his hand so that it was on her cheek, slightly reaching up into her hair as his lips mingled with hers for a moment.

“God, you’re just… You’re just so beautiful,” he whined affectionately as he pulled away.

He stopped to look at her, to admire her, taking in her perfect physique beneath the bubbles, and her beautiful face. Brynne sighed, cupping his face in her hands as he smiled up at her with the widest eyes she’d ever seen. He genuinely couldn’t stop smiling; he looked giddy just to be looking at her.

“You really are the sweetest, most handsome boy in the world,” she whispered.

“I love you so much,” he sighed.

“I promise I love you more, Josh Futturman,” she said with satisfaction.

“Brynne?” he piped up, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I want my mommy,” he mumbled, nuzzling his head into her body.

“Oh, come here, baby,” she said, turning her body so that he could lay his head on her bare chest.

Josh excitedly rested his head chest as she held him, neatly stroking his hair as he let out a happy whine, never wanting to leave that position for the rest of his life.

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Brynne tried to tip-toe and move around her bedroom quietly as she woke up for work. But as soon as she had gotten out of bed and carefully replaced her warm body with a pillow for Josh to lay on, he had woken up.

“Baby?” he sat up sleepily. “Where you going?”

She could tell he was only half awake.

“Go back to bed, baby, it’s your day off,” she whispered.

“No… I wanna say ‘bye’ to you,” he protested through a yawn.

She just sighed in amusement, making the most of the situation. Fully aware that he was watching, she turned on the bathroom light so he could just barely see her, playfully stripping down to nothing in front of him before shutting the bathroom door. Josh sighed dreamily as he fell back onto the bed, smiling up at the ceiling.

“I have the best life ever.”

Chapter Fifteen

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artzzyb00-27 · 7 months

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{🧡Opposite Ends🧡}

Wassup fuckers, back again with a Mikey oneshots. I'm working on a Haikyuu story that is becoming a huge project of mine so I would appreciate if when it comes out y'all could go give it support.(these are copy pasted from Wattpad cause it's easier. Would yall want the Haikyuu story too? Can't promise quick updates, I'm still in highschool level of education)

Reader and the turtles have been best friends since they were little. When they were thirteen Splinter took reader in after her building burned down. She was mute so when she was confronted with teenage mutant turtles sneaking out of their home to get snacks, there wasn't much of a reaction.

After moving in they became close. The physical differences weren't a problem, and neither was the language barrier. They made it work, because that's what family does. They adjust to ones needs, mentally or emotionally. Even physically. Becoming the sister of Leo, Donnie, Raph, and Mikey had definitely been an adventure. A way of describing it was that every day was a party.

Every night was a rollercoaster. Ups and downs, twists and unpredictable moments where everything flipped upside down and it seemed like it wouldn't go back right up. These moments were when Leo and Raph argued about literally anything. Or whenever one of the brothers poked fun at reader and Leo intervened like the big brother he was to her.

Sometimes it was overwhelming, and she would get mad at him. While it was nice for him to come to her defense so quickly, it wasn't needed all the time. Like whenever Mikey flirted with her. It wasn't like he actually meant it. And Leo would always say that it wasn't appropriate, or that he shouldn't be joking around like that.

A part of her agreed with Leo, Mikey shouldn't be joking. Because otherwise it was definitely sending mixed to reader about how he really felt. She gained a small crush on the orange turtle about a year after moving into the lair. Then after the incident with Shredder and the Kraang, she began to accept the fact that though she had feelings for him, they would most likely never happen. For multiple reasons, the main one being she wasn't as pretty as the other girls he would fawn over. The other was she couldn't talk, she was worried that if anything did happen between them, he grow bored of her being quiet and break things off.

She didn't want that. For herself and everyone else around her. So when Casey and April came over and Mikey had begun his flirting spree with her, she simply smiled and walked away to her room. Headphones on and blasting music so she could calm down.

Leo glared at the little brother and just walked into the dojo to meditate about whatever he need to think about. Raph rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his little brothers shoulder.

"Ignore Leo, you've got a strong chance." Mikey smiled at his brother, appreciating the support from at least one sibling. Donnie had always just kept his distance in these situations and ignored everything. But it was obvious he didn't agree with Leo's stand on the topic either.

"What was that? Does Leo have a crush on reader too or something?" Casey asked making Mikey overthink some very traumatizing scenarios. Raph threw a look at the older man who regretted opening his mouth.

"Nice going Case'" The red turtle mumbled audible enough for everyone in the living room to hear.

"I'm just saying, jeez. Besides, real talk, don't worry 'bout it Mike. I'm sure she likes you too. Should've seen her worried after you guys went to Brazil and we were stuck in holding." That made the young turtle optimistic, but it was shut down by his brain saying that she was probably just worried about them as a whole. He wouldn't blame her, they had been exposed to the police at the time.

"I don't know. Sometimes,.. I think I take it too far. Like Leo's right, I don't know boundaries like he does."

"Did he say that to ya'?" Raph asked shocked that golden boy would be mean to the youngest of the ninja. Thankfully Mikey shook his head but it still left the question. "So why do you think that?"

The orange clad mutant just shrugged and walked into his room and started drawing in the giant sketchbook Splinter had snagged for him during Christmas a couple years ago. After ten minutes of sketching, a knock on his door was heard.

"Come in!" The door opened to reveal Casey. He walked in while closing the door and sat down next to Mikey.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, totally! Why'd ya ask?" Casey gave a look. Not a normal one. Not one that showed simple emotion. One that showed a sign of knowing. Or that let Mikey know, 'Don't lie to me.'

"Real smooth earlier Romeo." Mikey sighed while closing his sketchbook while looking away embarrassed. Of all people to razz on him on wooing someone. Casey was definitely the one he'd least expect.

"Do you think Leo's right?" Mikey turned his head to look at Casey again. A raised eyebrow was what he got. "About,... you know,... accepting," he gestured to his body. "All this?" Casey shrugged and looked down.

"I wouldn't know. At least not like that." This time it was Mikey's turn to look confused. The older male sighed and continued, "When I was in school, someone used to make fun of me because of my accent. My family is Mexican. So my English used to come out really iffy."

"Does April know?" The turtle asked. He knew stuff like this happened. One of the things about topside he didn't like. Casey shook his head.

"She only knows that I faced backlash due to my situation. I told her when I asked her to be my girlfriend. Felt like she needed to know. Or maybe I needed her to know. About both things." There was a pause to see if Mikey understood what he was saying. It looked like he did, because the orange-clad turtle smiled mildly but he continued to cement the idea. "Want my advice? I say do what makes you happy. Not Leo. Not some dumb unwritten rule about relationships. It's your life. Something I'll talk yo Leo for ya'."

Mikey smiled and swooped Casey up into a hug. Now standing up, Casey realized how big the youngest mutant was. He smiled and hugged back patting his shell. Something his dad used to do before.

He watched Mikey walk out of his room and head to where reader was. He saw from the open door, Mikey talking to reader. With what seemed like a nervous smile. Then it turned solemn. Then reader jumped onto Mikey and kissed his cheek. Mikey then hugged back and lightly spun them around.

Casey caught sight of Leo walking out of the dojo and basically ran over to him. Raph, who was chatting with Donnie on the couches, watched the small man run to the eldest brother and practically tug him to Splinter's meditation room.

Whatever was discussed in that room, made Leo not say anything about reader or Mikey's relationship. After a while, he even became more and more happy for them. Reader specifically, guess that older brother energy never truly does go away.

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melancholypancakes · 3 months

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(disclaimer: this is all fanart and fanmade and my OCs aren’t canon to TMNT or rottmnt)

Emily Mochizuki (エミリー望月) is a teenage girl with short blonde hair, best friends with April and a dark secret past.

Emily grew up in Japan, Kyoto with no father, she was raised by her mother Kayda leader of the Dragon clan.

Emily wasn't fond of her classmates due to being Hāfu (half Japanese-half American in her situation)

Being raised in the dragon clan, she was homeschooled and taught Kuji Kuri, Taijutsu, Shurikenjutsu, Kenjutsu, Sōjutsu, Bōjutsu, and Ninjutsu.

The teachings were brutal and Fierce, almost to the point of abuse.

Emily was one of the few Kunoichi including her mother.

All Emily's life she was taught discipline, concentration, caring for others was a sign of weakness, and yōkai (mutants) were enemies.

Emily couldn't see that, however, they weren't hurting anyone and the yōkai had normal lives just like humans...so how could they be our enemies?

Emily had thought they were doing good for humanity, she thought her mother held justice and morals but it was all a façade...

Her life was a lie, her mother, her goals, they weren't doing good with humanity.

They were killing innocent people yōkai or not, her mother was evil, selfish and only cared for herself.

Emily couldn't kill anyone, nonetheless a helpless yōkai child.

At the age of thirteen, Emily abandoned her clan and fled her homeland.

With a few deals, she managed to get to New York City where her estranged aunt and uncle lived.

Her arrival was not expected, as Katsuki and Haru did not know having a niece.

Katsuki, her aunt was an identical twin to Kayda.

Her aunt was the exact opposite of her mother, she was a chubby woman who owned a tea shop, sweet, kind, and caring towards others and her children.

When Emily introduced herself and told her situation, Katsuki wasn't surprised at her sister's manipulation tactics but shocked at how Emily was treated.

Katsuki left that life behind much like Emily, she was willing to have Emily live in her household and knew she loved America and her cousins.

Who knows maybe she'll make some friends...

At the start of freshman year, Emily was really nervous about meeting people nonetheless talking to other kids she didn't know.

Her cousins often teased her but mainly her eldest cousin, Asuka.

"weird", "loser", and "noob" were little words for fun to tease her even though Emily had no idea what half of that meant.

Since Emily only knew Japanese she was taking English in school.

She ended up befriending April O'Neil when they bumped into each other on the first day of school.

Emily was really shy but managed to talk to April and asked if she could help her around the school building for directions.

Emily is a love interest and best friend to Leonardo, Emily has a HUGE crush on Leo, they don’t act on their feelings til late season 2 & movie.

{…}

However, as for Gwen Aguirre she is a Hispanic teenage girl and a online friend of Donnie and only appears in late season 1 & season 2

She lives in New York with her parents brothers and sister, not much is known about her.

Gwen is a hipster, gamer girl, comic book geek and has a long history of toxic ex boyfriends and girlfriend.

Gwen is a love interest for Donnie but doesn’t get with him at least til mid season 2

Facts: originally Emily was going to Hispanic, an alternative version of Irma, April’s friend from (1987) version and she was going to be a damsel in distress instead of a female ninja with a dark past.

I did the opposite of turtles having a crush on a human girl like April, on other media plat forms of TMNT. Instead it’s Emily who has a crush on her mutant turtle friend Leo and honestly it’s cute 🥰

Gwen is basically Ramona flowers from Scott pilgrim vs the world ;) dyes her hair every other day

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mrstrafalgardshanks · 1 year

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Now I can't sleep, i cannot stop thinking about Dorian and the Thirteen.

What are your headcannons about Dorian and the Thirteen interacting? How do you think he won them over?

For me, some people are more solidified but others are in limbo:

1. MANON. She LOOOOOVES him (even though she doesn't know it), and I'm pretty sure they both got teasing looks from the others (that Manon quickly got grumpy over/Dorian grinning back). They are forever mates and will get married and make beautiful babies and IDGAF what anyone says❤.

2. Asterin likes Dorian. HUGELY overprotective of Manon (duh! Like the rest of them). But she grew to like him (shown by her growling at Bronwyn when she grossly suggested that the thirteen were sharing Dorian sexually, and her trusting Dorian with Nyrene when he went to the Ferian Gap). His interactions with Manon probably reminded Asterin of her and her hunter 🥲.

3. Sorrel definitely grew to respect him (and maybe even like him) because after Dorian bested her at fighting ( which I am still convinced that she let him win/went easy on him), Sorrel gifted him with a knife 🥺

4. Vesta shamelessly flirted with him, so she had a crush on him (as we all do 😉). Manon was giving Vesta a stank face when she did flirt even though Manon said "she didn't know what the King of Adarlan was to her". I'm pretty sure she did that to get Manon to admit her feelings as part of a plot by the rest of the Thirteen😏.

5. Faline. I'm not sure....her and Fallon were massive pranksters so I'm pretty sure she pranked Dorian as an initiation. But this is speculative. 👀

6. Fallon (See Faline)👀

7. Edda. She and Briar kept to themselves, so I'm not sure...🤔

8. Briar (See Edda) 🤔

9. Thea. Her and Kaya were in LOOOVE therefore, they (and Asterin and maybe someone else (you'd never know who else was keeping secrets from Manon)) could appreciate that Dorian loved Manon. So they didn't hate him, obvi. 😌

10. Kaya (See Thea)😌

11. Lin. She barely tolerated Dorian. She was looking like she wanted to examine his insides.....😨

12. Ghislaine. She and Dorian probably bonded over BOOKS. They probably talked the most (excluding Manon). Dorian was vastly magically talented, and Ghislaine studied University in Terassen for 12 years with a specialisation in magic, so Dorian satisfied Ghislaine's curiosity and Ghislaine educated and gave guidance to Dorian in his training. Again, this is speculative 📚

13. Imogen. She kept to herself. She's probably really protective over the entire group (manon especially) but I don't think her and Dorian really interacted....😶

What do you guys think? Please share! I don't want to feel alone in my thinking, since there is no Manorian book anytime soon 😭

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genezpen · 2 years

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『 cruel 』

pairings: seungkwan × gn!reader

genre: ANGST‼️i feel the need to hurt everyone right now 😈

summary: seungkwan told you that he used you to win a bet.

warnings: drama w/o plot, this a bit slightly quite painful and has a huge impact on me :'), crying, harsh!seungkwan, mention of parents neglecting the reader, reader speaking from trauma, mention of vernon, someone using the reader for a bet, rejection (?) (lmk if i missed something or if i made a mistake!)

word counts: 597

notes: this is a very short drabble to let y'all know that a short fic of han, and hoshi is coming. i've never had a free time since my last uploaded fic so i would like to apologize to the sitting requests on my ask! i promise im working on them! also, pls don't hate verkwan! love lots ^^ (our exam week is next week, wish me a luck!)

“i never loved you.”

those exact words are enough to crush your wholeness. you almost hear your heart shattering on the pit of your stomach.

you felt bad. you are upset. you are disappointed.

the person you trusted the most just confessed that he fooled you. and for what?

“you're nothing but a bet. vernon lose, i won. now, it’s over.”

a bet. he won a bet. you are the bet.

and vernon? your bestfriend?

“what? aren't you mad at me? come on, y/n, hit me! i know you want to hurt me, too! i used you.” seungkwan grabbed your hand, forcing you to hit his hard chest.

but you're to numb to do so. as much as you want to show him how much it hurts you can die right now, you know physical pain wouldn't be enough.

he hit himself, he slap his cheek using your hand but you pulled it away. your eyes fixated on the ground while breathing fast, trying to stop your tears.

seungkwan then tried to find your line of vision but you keep avoiding it. not now. not when you're too fragile, too weak, too scared.

“come on, say something. lash out on me! i know you're upset—”

“i knew it...” your whispers made him shut up. something bitter spilled inside you. “i knew something was up the day you asked me out.” with shaking voice, you let it out.

even with a blurry eyes, you force yourself to meet his gaze only to see how shocked he was. seungkwan looked pale and his pupils were going back and forth on your eyes trying to find something you don't know of.

“don’t worry. i-i figured it out r-right away– you– i... knew this day would come.” you manage to utter those despite you choking on your own saliva and the nonstop tears.

you covered your face as you breakdown infront of seungkwan, shaking your head. so what if you look hopeless and pathetic right now? so what if he use this against you someday? so what if he makes fun of your misery right now. you don't want to think of the future at the moment. it hurts, it's killing you inside-out.

“you never actually like the cupcake i baked you, right? you never once liked my outfit every time we go out. you did not really want to say my 'i love yous' back, you just don't have a choice!”

fuck. this is a different kind of pain when your pet died in an accident. this is not the same pain you felt when your parents failed to recognize your academic success back in highschool. this pain is on another level. the one that could hold you back for years, again. the pain that brought you back to your thirteen year old self.

seungkwan did not say anything. he stood there frozen. you bet on your life, tomorrow everyone will turn their back on you. your colleagues will laugh at your situation. this has happened before, none of them was your friend, they were seungkwan’s.

no matter how hard it is to swallow, your only best friend, vernon, used you too.

you hate the universe for why must it be hard to live on earth. if you aren't allowed to feel loved then why must people hurt you? they could've just push you away, not stay for a short period of time just to leave you again. not pretend they accept you when in reality they are disgusted by you. why must everyone have to be so cruel?

©genezpen

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kahlanmars · 7 months

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PAPER RINGS part. 5

Ehi, I felt like I needed to know a bit of Marjorie's pov so... enjoy!

MASTERLIST

5. Marjorie

MARJORIE’S POINT OF VIEW

Marjorie. Marjorie. My name is Marjorie, not Inez.

Marjorie Tyrell, the daughter of the baker.

Now, the name of the baker is not Caiys Tyrell, it's Mellark. Matthias Mellark, I used to know him, he was my father's apprentice. A young boy, a little younger than me, with golden hair and blue eyes. My father wanted us married, but my eyes weren't for him and he had a huge crush on another blonde girl.

Peeta Mellark, I don't know him. His son. Not with the blonde girl. He looks a little like his father, but less melancholic, Matthias always had a look that screamed “I don’t want to be here”.

Matthias is dead, with his wife and his other sons. Also Atilius Everdeen, and most of the friends I had when I was in Twelve.

I still can’t believe I’m in Twelve again. The day I left I was sixteen, frightened and crushed by the death of my parents.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I went to sleep exhausted from the work in the bakery, but happy because Haymitch was alive, he won the Hunger Games and he was going home in a few days. The plan was always the same for every couple in the district: a wedding, a long marriage and maybe a kid, even if the thought of having a kid with a victor was dangerous.

Haymitch. I loved him so much, and I was a little girl who dreamed about simple dreams. I made him beg for months before giving him a kiss. I regret it now, but it was a good costume for a good girl, and he was quite a looker, there were stories about him and girls in the meadow, more than one. I was coming from a wealthy family for the district’s standard and he was from the seam, my father was not pleased, I was the only daughter, I was supposed to marry well. But my father loved me and after a moment of uncertainty he gave up, as long as I was happy. That night, I was happy.

That night everything fell.

I woke up screaming, fire all around me and the smoke was so heavy I couldn’t see anything. I screamed for my mom, my papa, but nobody answered until I fainted, sure I was going to die.

I died, in a way. Part of me is still sixteen, trapped in that small bed on fire.

Thirteen saved me instead. They were planning to use me as a leverage for Haymitch, to force his hand to join the cause. I don’t know why the plan didn’t proceed, maybe he was too young or… I don’t know. I didn’t know at the time, I was in the hospital, severely traumatized. A nurse, a lovely woman named Carol, suggested that I abandon my name for another one. I refused for months, too proud, because Marjorie was a family name, my grandmother’s name. But when I finally understood I was never going to return to Twelve, I asked for advice on the new name.

She didn’t answer, but her son did. “I like Inez”, he simply said, “It comes from a ballad, she is not the nicest but she has character”. He was visiting his mother at work, I was only in the hospital and I didn’t see him before. And with that, Antonius was in my life.

It was a year after my death. The more he came to visit me, the more I felt guilty about Haymitch. I watched him on television on a regular basis, and the feelings that were growing for Antonius were cheating.

Antonius was the opposite of him. His hair was dark and his eyes hazel, he wasn’t tall and he was very, very thin, but his smile was contagious and he was always in a happy mood. He asked me out for a long time, but I always explained I wasn’t free, I had a fiancé and I was loyal to him. He was patient, but he looked at me like he was pitying me. Then, one day, he dared.

“But… Marjorie was promised. Inez is not.”

I don’t know if I loved him like I loved Haymitch. At sixteen I was a little girl who dreamed about a wedding and I was content to have what my mother had, and I cared for him like a sixteen year old could do. I was jealous of the other girls at school, and I cherished the ribbons I gave him like a wedding ring.

I’m trying not to say I was stupid, but I was at least naivé.

At eighteen, despite being still young, I was a woman with a conscience and I was carrying baggage that wasn’t light, and Antonius was my rock. We got married in October, a year later, I had a beautiful white dress and a pearl necklace. I followed Carol’s path and became her apprentice first, and then a nurse like her. Everything went fine for a bit.

Then the plague crushed us.

It was a pox outbreak. Carol died first, and I was so sad because she became like a second mother to me, and we were so worried that I might catched it since I worked in a hospital, but then Antonius started coughing.

I remember the sensation. Like everything was falling again. I remember the sadness, the darkest moment of my life, I remember the anger, don’t you dare dying on me, my love, don’t you dare lose me. I remember discovering the hard truth that I was alone again.

I remember his eyes becoming vitreous, his face paler.

I screamed for hours, I refused to let go of his body. I tried to scratch the guards, to hurt them like I was hurt. I wanted to die with him.

Maybe it would’ve been better.

The following years have been a struggle both to live and to tell. It was hard to go out of the bed, hard to eat, hell, even hard to breathe, but the district had their rules and I was a nobody.

Then rumors about the revolution spreaded again. I watched Haymitch on television every year, and I noticed the change in his appearance. I knew him as a handsome boy with a smug expression on his face, and now he was a broken man.

I thought Katniss and Peeta’s year would have been the hardest to watch, because for the first time in twenty years Twelve had a chance of winning, but then Daisy Pinecone came the year after.

I liked her at first, she seemed like a sweet girl, and she was Holly’s daughter so I wanted her alive, but she looked like she had a few chances. Too kind, with her princess dresses and flowers in her hair, waving and smiling like she was a movie star rather than a tribute to the Hunger Games.

The interview has been one of the most humiliating experiences of my life. Daisy giggling and telling Caesar and the cameras that she was in love with a man from her district, Clark’s revelation, all was followed by Thirteen citizens staring at me like I was a poor sad old woman. Pitying me.

It wasn’t right to hold it against him. I had Antonius, I loved him, I was a widow and not his widow. Still, I couldn’t help trying to find out as much as I could. The magazines Thirteen used to steal for information helped me a lot. Apparently, Daisy was his housekeeper. Daisy was twenty four years old and he was forty one. Daisy was head over heels for him, and Daisy was beautiful.

When I saw him again I thought I was hallucinating. He thought the same thing, and for a while I let him believe that. I couldn’t think now I’d have my chance, and at the same time I was feeling guilty about Antonius.

I knew from the start Haymitch wasn’t going to replace him. Inez was married to him, I built a life with him, we were planning on having children together, we dreamed about a girl, he would have loved the name “Ivy”. I liked the name because ivy is a plant, and in district Twelve it is common to use the plant's names. It reminded me of home. At night we used to describe her, to describe our family, how everything was going to change because Thirteen would have been free soon and our daughter could have run in the grass, carefree like only a child could be.

Nothing happened, and every time I looked at Haymitch I felt the sting of the guilt hitting me.

Haymitch was changed. He wasn’t the young man I fell in love with, he was a broken man just like I was a broken woman. He was yellow from the drunk addiction, he shaked badly and his moods were swinging like a chandelier. He wasn’t an easy man.

I could see he tried, he really tried. He tried not to be angry with me because I left him, he thought I was dead and for years he didn’t dare to be with another woman because he thought everyone he touched was going to be hurt.

He tried to be in love with me, and not to the memories he had of me. And he tried to reprime the feelings he had for Daisy.

He failed.

The only good thing that came out of the revolution is Holly Pinecone. The fifteen year old girl who used to babysit you, the nineteen year old friend who lost you, found you again. Holly was still resolute, strong and determined, she was a rock.

Daisy, on the other hand, was insufferable. I believe some of this sentiment is due to jealousy, but I still don’t like her from the bottom of my heart. She is entitled, spoiled, she believes everyone should love her just because her face is pretty and she has doe eyes, she is incapable of taking the blame even once and she is so shallow and superficial you would believe she is from Capitol City.

Haymitch says “Yes” to everything she proposes, he follows her around like a lovesick puppy. Chaff mocks him with a motto, “What Daisy wants Daisy has” and he is completely right. You don’t get it, you don’t get how a person like this could be loved by Haymitch. But she saved my life and I owed her that, she could have left me to die in that room and then create a story about it. And she gave me a new purpose, she gave me Ivy.

Ivy is the light of my life. That blonde girl is perfect and every bone in my body wants to protect her. Sometimes I forget she is not mine by blood, now she begins to have mine gestures, and she calls me mom.

After the revolution I thought everything was going to be okay. It’s not.

I can’t be a nurse in Twelve without the folders from Thirteen, and Thirteen now has bigger problems than me (not to mention Thirteen is not fond of Twelve right now). I don’t have much money, because in Thirteen you don’t need them, the food is free and you have to work for the district, not for you. I have two pieces of clothes because for years I just had a uniform, so Holly had to help me. And as much as I love the place where I was born, I’m not used to it anymore. The sun hurts me after half an hour, there are too many people, it’s unbearable most of the time.

Haymitch quickly becomes the only friend I have except for Holly. He is quiet, silent and he is not coping well with her absence, but he is also caring and he is doing everything in his power to help me.

I don’t know why I did what I did. Maybe because I saw them at the hob yesterday. Stealing kisses like teenagers, giggling for everything and nothing, and she was on him, sitting on his lap and eating from his plate, feeding him in a restaurant. Undignified. Embarrassing. I don’t have that anymore, I don’t have Antonius and it’s not right. It may not be the kindest thought, and I may not be the kindest person but I lost everything and it hurts.

I don’t know why I kissed him. I’m not even sure I love him anymore. I love sixteen year old Haymitch. But seeing him with another person, with her of all people…

I didn’t plan it. I’m not an evil mastermind, I just forgot Ivy’s teddy bear picking her up earlier and she was crying her heart out and I needed to sleep so bad. But when I knocked at the door his blue eyes were sparkling and I instantly knew something was wrong, because it’s Haymitch and he rarely cries, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him cry. When he told me he got into a fight with Daisy I, I stopped thinking. Everything I wanted was there, a stitch to fix everything that went wrong in my life. He could have fixed everything. He could have become a great father for Ivy, a good husband for me.

But of course Daisy had to be back in that exact moment. Of course she had to see it and be hurt and it doesn't matter if she did the same thing to me months ago, because she is in the right and I’m in the wrong.

And now, I’m the bitch. The slut. The woman who didn’t understand the situation, and Haymitch even talk to me anymore.

DAISY’S POINT OF VIEW

You don’t want to get up. You don’t want to show up and smile and nod, you just want to stay under the cover to think about your memories.

Yesterday morning, all you have to do is go back to yesterday morning. Just a little step. You remember going into the house with Haymitch, so happy you were back for a whole week instead of two days. You remember his callous big hands stripping you from your clothes and your jeans and top on the floor, his shirt on a chair, his trousers soon following, your giggles and his moans.

Cuddling after sex was something he never did before you, he confessed one day, and you are very proud of it. You are a cuddler, this is extremely important for you but you suspect he is fond of it too now. When you tried to get out of the bed he quickly tightened the grip.

«My love…» He whispers in your ear, knowing too well how it affects you. He doesn’t say these words often, he calls you Sweetheart or Gorgeous, but not “Love”. “Love” is for the important things. Like when he really, really missed you.

«We have to get ready! For the restaurant!» You remind him, but he dismisses it. His nose is in your hair and you can feel his consent sigh. You want to see his blue eyes that become mysteriously gray when they are full of emotions, but you are cozy like this. The little spoon. Always the little spoon.

«The sheets are more comfortable. You are more comfortable.» He murmurs, physically shielding you from everything. This is the Haymitch you prefer: protective, loving and naked in your bed. His arms are around you and his kisses are soft against your raven hair. A week, a whole week without him.

«The food will be tasty. Think about it, delicious meals and an exquisite dessert… don’t you want to devour it?» You don’t miss the bite he playfully gives you or the bulge in his boxers growing against your core. «Am I turning you on talking about food, Mr. Abernathy?»

This is not really his fault, when you talk to him your voice usually becomes a seductive purr. You wonder if there will be a time when you’ll speak like a normal person to him, even annoyed sometimes. There will come a time when you’ll stop preparing for hours before meeting him? When you’ll stop searching his gaze to see if he is watching you, or you won’t need him close during a party? You don’t know. Definitely not now.

«You always turn me on, Mrs. Abernathy.» He answers you, his hands going south and if you weren’t still recovering from a shattering orgasm you would be attacking him much worse right now.

«That’s flattering and I will gladly take care of it later, right now I’m hungry.» You remind him. The weekends and your week in Twelve is the only time you can eat properly, and you don’t miss the irony in this. You can eat in Twelve and you starve in the Capitol.

«Let me kiss this pout first…» The giggles that follow are so undignified and goofy it would be embarrassing if someone sees the scene. But you feel really, really happy and when you are happy you like to joke.

«Would you love me if I was a worm?» You ask him, sure he will call you crazy. This is a routine question, and you don’t really need to know it, you just want to annoy him a little. He is hot when he glares at you.

«Born a worm or transformed?» He wants to know instead. He is patting your hair and you lift your head to see him better. To be fair he is glaring at you, but with a look that mixes mockery and fondness. As he is thinking “She is crazy but she is my girlfriend and I love her”.

«Transformed. By a wicked witch.» You invent.

«Then yes. Well, no. I mean, I would protect the worm but it wouldn’t be you anymore.» That makes sense, but it’s not the answer you want from him. Still, he is not the romantic type so you can settle for it. Honestly you’d never thought he could have been such a great boyfriend.

«What if I’m screaming inside the worm’s mind?»

«Then you would be the cutest worm and I will buy you an apple.» He concludes with a kiss on your lips. «You are insane, that’s what you are.»

«You really love me.» You state, with something quite like surprise. He must really love you to put up with this. Not only the conversation, but the cleaning too, the cooking, and the efforts to stay calm in every discussion.

«Yeah, Sweetheart, usually when you marry someone you love them. It would be annoying otherwise.» His tone is mocking, but his eyes are telling the truth. His eyes are sparkling and in this moment you really believe he will love you for worse or for better.

«No, I mean I know but sometimes, like now… I feel it.»

Was it real? He didn’t show up. You almost hoped he would show up in Four, maybe Finnick asked him to, maybe not. You know he called Effie, but not him. Well, if Effie knows it it means he can know where you are.

But you slapped him, a voice remembers you. You feel so guilty about the slap, you feel like you are a bad person.

But he kissed Marjorie.

You always joke about how pretty a girl or a boy is, mostly with him, because you like to see him jealous. You would never act on it, though. He is the love of your life and no one can compare, for you it’s pretty simple. Everyone else is too boring, too… not enough, maybe. Not enough blond, not enough tall, not enough Haymitch.

For him it’s not the same, apparently. And yet you are sure he loved you, so what changed? Is your relationship just about sex now? Is it all over? You want someone who gives you the answers, but you won’t find anybody because only you and him know it. Or maybe just him, because you don’t feel like you know much right now.

Marjorie is fitter for him. She is his age, and this is honestly too much of a fairy tale. They were separated, they reunited, happy ending, the end. Like in one of the movies you like so much. And who are you in this narration? The step along the line, just before the destination? Or are you the wicked witch in the story, and she is the worm?

She is not the bad guy, you have to remember that. Well now you hate her, but if Haymitch really kissed her too, he is the one to blame.

You miss him. You miss being in his arms, telling him about stupid things during the day, you miss his humming when he cooks and you even miss the stupid geese. And you want to know better the cat, who is already so attached to Haymitch you don’t think you will ever compare.

You get it, you grow attached quickly too.

«Come on Daisy, wake up.»

Finnick’s voice actually wakes you up a little, just because you feel guilty. You see him and Annie in the kitchen, his blue luggage against the door, but they are hugging. Finn is sleeping, you’ve never seen such a calm baby before.

All the Victor’s houses are pretty much the same, but theirs is near the ocean, so it’s windy and chilly in the morning. You hug your cardigan close to your chest, but you feel the cold in your bones.

«Are you sure you don’t want to come, my love?» He asks Annie, who shakes her head. She is always so grateful, and especially today in her cobalt blue dress. She looks like a fairy.

«Mags will help me here, and she says she is hosting Tigris, so she will be here too.» Oh, Tigris. You wish you could say hello to her. Tigris was a stylist too before President Snow got rid of her, she trained Cinna and Portia, you bet she could teach you something too. «I hate Capitol City.»

«You don’t have to accompany me.» You remind Finnick. You don’t like that he comes with you and without Annie. You admit you rushed into his arms because he is your friend and you do have the tendency of saving each other, but you thought he and Annie would have given you a cup of tea and some cookies. Finnick decided he had to come with you to the city instead, to help you settle your life there.

«I need to do some stuff in the city anyway, I’ll do it now.»

«Don’t worry Daisy, I can handle it.» Annie adds. You know Annie is strong, but she is also fragile, severely traumatized and Finnick is a great help. You suppose Mags will enjoy her time with her grandson, anyway. And Tigris will help too. You can’t give an age to Tigris, but if she knew Snow from her childhood she must be eighty-something.

Finnick wants to “rescue you”, he wants you to have fun so you won’t think about him. It doesn’t work that way, but it can’t be this wrong to try it.

On the train you want to sleep a little more, to dream a little more, but he doesn’t concede it to you.

«Effie will host me.» He informs you, and he hands you a bag of chips. You didn’t eat a bag of chips in months, if Capitol City is the only place where you can find them - surely not in Twelve - in the fashion environment this food is considered a sin.

«Poor Effie. Maybe I can pay you a room in a hotel, I have money now.» Well not much. You spent a lot on the wedding, to help Holly and on Effie’s meals, and life in the Capitol is so expensive you didn’t save much. But it’s not right that she hosts him because of you, she is so kind but she’s not working right now.

Well, maybe this is the thing you can focus on. You can help your friends. This way you won’t think about Haymitch and you will do good. You have read a book about this one time and you are sure it ended well. Perla is okay right now, with a new job and a new relationship, but Lora and Effie are the priority.

«Effie adores me.» He counters, and you know what he is doing. He is trying to distract you, and it’s not exactly working but his eyes are so pleading you decide to humor him. He doesn’t need to do all this, the fact that he tries only proves he is a great friend.

«Effie adores me more.» You still deadpan, because Effie is yours.

«I don’t think so, you are just the youngest child.»

«You are so jealous!» And you are jealous too, like you can be jealous of a big sister during a birthday party.

«I’m simply stating facts.» He is not, you are definitely the favorite. «To be serious, though… I always liked her. She was an escort and let me tell you, escorts were not that good. She has always been kind. Capitol, yes, so she was brainwashed and sometimes she showed it, but she was never mean. Not intentionally at least.»

«She sounds like Effie.» You smile. Effie Trinket will always be a mystery for you. How can a person so shallow and superficial can also be selfless and generous? She grew up rich in a lavish environment, and yet she can be compassionate and she empathizes, she is kind, but she is self-absorbed. You have her flaws too, not really sure about her qualities.

«It is rare that someone from Capitol City is so nice. When I was fourteen and I won, most of them watched me like I was a price, not a person. She always saw me as a kid.» You remember his speech in Thirteen and you suppress the urge to hug him, because he would see it as pity and hate it.

«Can’t you do something for her? I mean me and Haymitch, the government hates us now, but you are still just a hero. She is not in a good place right now. She needs a job! She has always had a job, when she was a teenager she started modeling and then she became an escort. She doesn’t cope well with the fact that she can’t work now. And nobody is going to employ her, because she is the last escort alive and blah blah blah.»

You are really worked up in your speech and when you see him he is watching you like you have two heads. But he doesn’t understand, you just need a program and then you will fix everything.

«And you want me to…?»

«Bribe someone.» You answer bluntly. «Of course you can’t tell her, she needs to think she did it on her own. And in a fair world she would do it so it’s okay, it’s not lying it’s… manipulating fate a little. But for a good cause.»

He rolls his eyes. You can understand his doubts, you two grew up in a world where those who broke the law got their tongue cut. «That’s against the law.»

«I know but she is Effie. Our Effie! She would do it for you.»

«I’ll try, okay? I’ll try. But I don’t promise you anything, Daisy, I have no guarantee. I’m still from the districts.»

Try is okay. You can make it happen. Everybody will be happy and you won’t think about your… is he your ex? About Haymitch.

Part one of the mission is on.

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