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lillianawayne99 · 10 months

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Deliver My Soul

The Awakening Chapter Two

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Action-Adventure

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: mate bond, smoking

Synopsis: A battle hardened general sacrificed herself to save her people. Encased in stone for thousands of years, Serephina must come to terms with being mated to not one, but four men in a world she no longer recognizes.

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‘That’s enough. Even if you could fit on the street, what do you think would happen if a dragon showed up in the middle of the city?’ Kenna’s only response was an indignant shake of her wings and to settle back down.

What looked like a rounded, floating carriage missing a horse stopped forcefully before me. The door opened, followed by a man’s hand grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me inside. I landed on someone’s lap with my legs straddling theirs. I reared back and raised my hand to strike him, but stopped a hair’s breadth away from my mate’s face.

The bastard didn’t even blink. He caught my hand and held it to his chest before I could drop it to my lap. I yanked my hand out of his and moved off his lap to sit beside him. My pants had barely touched the seat before his arms were around my waist. Caedan moved me back into the same position while someone climbed into the seat I left vacated.

He grasped my hips and pulled them into his, but he didn’t force me to lean into him. I let my hands rest on his chest, unaware I was rolling the soft fabric of his shirt between my fingers. Caedan held me firmly while I watched the world go by through the window.

I wasn’t prepared for this.

The rhythmic sound of his breathing. The lull of his heartbeat. His hands kneading my hips. The smell of bamban smoke in the air so thick you could taste it. The way he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t watching.

“Why?” Caedan’s growl was nearly inaudible.

My jaw tightened as I considered his question. Why did I run or why did I hit him? Almost every word I’d spoken to him thus far could answer both of those questions. When I didn’t answer, he let go of my hips to grasp my bruised ribs and squeeze. I ground my teeth together and swallowed a groan while my hands involuntarily fisted around his shirt.

I glanced back at Caedan for a moment, and the pit in my stomach deepened. The scowl directed at me should’ve been my priority. Melantha could wait for now. I needed to repair my relationship with my mate, but my mind wouldn’t focus.

I collected more magic than my body could handle using. My parents planned the mission. They never told me I was sure to die under certain conditions. They never told me the contingencies I could have planned for.

I’d always been the first to volunteer for a fight. It was my job as the second child of the royal family. Protector of the kingdom. I’d put my life on the line more times than I could count. More than half my life was spent with boots touching a blood soaked battleground.

Then, I knew I might not see another sunrise. My mentors assured me I would win. They promised me the plan had no faults, my body would be the same on the other side. I wouldn’t have changed my mind if I knew, but at least I would have been fully informed when I chose to die.

Something touched my cheek.

I recoiled away from the sensation and raised my arm. Air caught in my throat as Caedan’s hand slowly dropped back down to my hip. I haltingly swiped the back of my hand across my face and turned my attention back to the window.

“Did I do something?” His lips tightened and brows pulled together as he sank back into the seat.

“Yes, but that’s not why ...” My voice was thick as I gestured towards the tear falling down my cheek.

He tightened his grasp on me and pulled my hips into his. I caught myself on his chest with a soft gasp as his arms wrapped around me. Caedan cradled my head to his chest with his other hand between my shoulders. Muscles stiff, I leaned into him while absentmindedly rubbing the fabric of his shirt between my fingertips.

“Relax.” Caedan said while tightening his embrace.

I hesitantly wrapped my arms around his waist and sank into him so my nose rested against his neck. I could finally smell him. If I didn’t watch him chase me around town, I would think Caedan went hunting earlier. He smelled of sweat, the jungle after it rains, and a hint of something metallic.

The hand on my back traced down my spine as I pulled in a shaky breath. My body decompressed and mind slowed while I breathed in my mate. His hand’s gradual movements followed the rhythm of my lungs. In, down, out, up. As his actions slowed, my breathing calmed. In and down ... out and up. Until my heart stopped pounding against my ribcage. In ... down ... out ... up.

The floating carriage came to a stop. Caedan patted my back with a soft sigh and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. He opened the door, but I clung to him when he tried to move me to the now open seat beside us. I clung to the memory his scent brought me back to.

“Hey.” Caedan’s hands flew to my back as he sat up, his cheek resting against mine. “It’s alright, sweetheart.”

My legs looped around him until my ankles locked together. Until today, wrapped in Caedan’s embrace, I couldn’t remember the last time I truly felt safe. My life had been nothing but one war after another. I finally had a chance to stop fighting, but could I take it? Would I?

“What happened?” The silver hues in my mate’s eyes darkened as his brows pulled together.

Caedan brushed away the tears lingering on my skin and pressed his lips to my forehead. His knees raised, making me slide down into him as his arms enveloped my waist. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, cheek against his as my chin rested on his shoulder.

“I, uh.” I momentarily touched my nose to his shirt and cleared my throat, voice coming out a whisper. “It’s complicated,”

I fell forward as Caedan leaned back into the seat, tightening his hold around me. My arms rested against his chest, fingers running over hair the same color as his eyes.

After a few minutes wrapped in each other’s arms, I cleared my throat and sat up in my mate’s lap. Carefully climbing into the now empty seat beside us, I offered Caedan a weak smile as he pressed his lips to the top of my head.

He clambered out of the horseless carriage then held a hand out towards me. Taking his outstretched hand, I placed my feet on the vibrant green grass. He looked down at me with a taut smile then turned to the mansion before us.

“Come on.” Caedan rolled his shoulders back then tugged on my hand.

I straightened my posture and stuck to his side as he led me to the house. His jaw was tense and gait stiff, but he didn’t squeeze my hand nor pull me along behind him. Two men standing beside the double door nodded respectfully toward Caedan and opened the doors for us. I followed my mate through the house, stumbling behind him while I tried to look at everything and keep up.

I may have lived in a castle until recently, but it was always dark and cold. This house was filled with warmth and light streaming in through the massive windows. There were several people in the house, some appeared to be doing housework while the others talked to each other.

Caedan led me to the second floor and down a hallway, stopping in front of a white door. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze and raised his chin then knocked on the door in three short raps.

“Enter,” A gruff voice called out, sending a chill down my spine.

Caedan opened the door and stepped forward with me on his heels. A man with russet stubble on his jaw was sitting behind a large wooden desk. There was another man with pitch black hair perched on the edge of the desk. The final man in the room was leaning against a bookcase on the wall.

I gawked at the men before me while Caedan shut the door. It couldn’t be. People lost the ability to form multiple mate bonds after The Split.

The man with burgundy horns curling over his raven hair stood from where he was leaning against the desk. He languidly approached me and held my chin in his long fingers. I gazed up into his deep brown pools as he caressed the soft skin under my eye.

He slowly brought his lips to mine, letting our breaths mingle before claiming me in a passionate kiss. I leaned into him and kissed him back, lost in the haze of the bond until I remembered Caedan. Jerking away, I rammed my knee into the brunet’s groin. The second he let go of me, I bolted to Caedan. With my arms tightly wound around his waist, I buried my guilt laden expression in his shirt.

“Hello to you too, love,” My horned mate gasped out.

Caedan tried to hold me, but his arms shook with his chest. I glanced up at him then across the room. Everyone’s eyes were on me. All but one roared with laughter. The man behind the desk was stiffly resting his chin in his hand and glaring at Caedan’s arm on my waist.

I relaxed into Caedan and shifted to face my other mates. The man standing near the wall smoothly raised himself to his full height and walked towards me. He offered his hand with a warm smile.

“I’m King Emhret, the asswipe is Nicolai, and Alpha Dominik is behind the desk,” He explained while I took his hand.

Emhret looked at Caedan then cautiously pulled me closer to him. I stopped halfway between the two men so I could study Emhret’s features without craning my head back. The warmth of his amber toned skin was accentuated by his dark chestnut locks and jade eyes.

“I’m Serephina. It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled up at him once I found my voice.

“What?” Emhret’s brows furrowed as he looked around the room. “Did you understand what she said?”

I glanced back at Caedan. His brows were pulled together though there was a glow in his grey eyes. His head dipped in a nearly unnoticeable nod. I looked over at Nicolai, unable to hide the question in my eyes. He winked at me from where he was now leaning against the wall. His lips were curled upwards in a smirk as he watched Emhret and I.

I turned to face Emhret as his eyes returned to mine then raked across my body. He raised my hand to the center of his chest then pressed his free hand to the small of my back and pulled me forward. I stumbled into him, catching myself on his hard stomach. My eyes shot down to where my hand rested. Admiring the firm planes under my hand, I lightly pressed my fingers into him and ran them down his torso.

Emhret chuckled as my eyes widened when his stomach stiffened further. His gaze followed the tips of my fingers as they traced the indentations between his muscles. He relaxed when my hands stopped their descent above his hips. I raised my head to find Emhret’s eyes trained on me.

He lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine, smirking as I whined and leaned into him. Our bodies pressed together as his lips devoured mine, muffling my moan as his hips ground into me. My hands slid to grasp his waist, his body pressed firmly against mine.

A deep, short cough rang through the room. Emhret smirked against my lips then pulled away. With a hand on the small of my back, he stepped to the side so I could see my fourth mate. Dominik’s tanned, tawny beige skin glowed in the sunlight streaming in through the window behind him. A well groomed beard accentuated his jaw, his brown hair shining with hints of red and gold in the light.

Still seated behind the desk with his chin in his hand, one finger tapped against his lips before he raised his head. The hand previously holding his head up beckoned me forward. Glancing behind me, my gaze met Caedan’s. His lips curled upwards in a faint smile as his head dipped.

“He knows. Come.” The rumbling voice came from behind the desk.

I turned my gaze back to the desk in the room as Dominik tapped his finger against it. Slowly approaching him, I had to look down to meet his blue eyes. Despite the authority my position should have given me, my final mate was commanding the room.

He tapped the desk again, this time twice. I moved closer, only a few inches away from the wood containing faint green hues. His lips pursed as he rose to his full height, towering over me as the top of my head nearly reached his shoulders.

Dominik reached towards me, his fingers cupping my chin as his thumb gently pulled my bottom lip from between my teeth. “Don’t do that,”

Ignoring the command in his voice and meeting the challenge in his gaze, I purposefully rolled my lip between my teeth. His brows pulled together as he bared his teeth, emanating a low growl. Fingers tangled in my hair, jerking my head back.

A grunt escaped my lips as his hold tightened. Cerulean blue eyes darkened to the color of the night sky as his familiar fought to take control. Dominik released a rumbling purr from deep within his chest. The baritone sound simultaneously calmed my racing heart and made my body crumple in submission. I’d never heard of someone producing a sound with such an effect, let alone seen or felt it in action.

My legs knocked into the desk as my hands reached forward, fisting in his shirt. Narrowed, indigo eyes locked onto the plea in my gaze as the scent of my arousal flooded the room. I should have been mortified as Dominik forced me into submission with one sound.

#the awakening #original writing #original story #high fantasy

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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years

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how would you rewrite s2 of reign? if you would change anything

Honestly, the key thing to me would be not having Mary raped. I think that fucked it all up for me. It was unnecessary, and I think the bolder thing would've been to delve more into her infertility plot and Francis's baby with Lola. I would've been fine with Mary and Conde happening on some level, tbh--I've been vocal about thinking that cheating plots can be done well, even if they often aren't. A natural friction point would've been Mary resenting Francis for being a present father to his son (conceived with her friend) while being unable to conceive her own baby. She gets closer to Conde, Conde preys on her loneliness and sorrow, dot dot dot. I mean, I also would've been open to Conde having a thing with Greer. They had a moment and I could sense chemistry potential.

Here's the thing--I didn't like Conde/Mary... at all. I didn't see chemistry between the actors. But the big issue there was that, because Conde was the man "Mary turned to" after being raped, to me it came off as him taking advantage of her vulnerable emotional state, AND her rape being used as an excuse for her to be an asshole to Francis. Which, like... is just a very clumsy, insensitive way to handle something as serious as rape. Like, Mary was insufferable towards the end of the season. But I felt like the writers were wagging their fingers, going "well, she can do what she wants because she was raped". That is NOT why you write a sexual assault plot line, for fuck's sake. And to be frank.... She was, at points, just being an asshole.

And frankly, what exacerbated this was that Francis just dutifully stood by her for most of it, in love and suffering and never seeking his own happiness. Only in the last couple of episodes did he finally snap, after his illness--most of his anger otherwise was directed towards Conde versus Mary. Which, yeah, it had to be, because if Francis did go off on her the reaction would've been "how can he be so insensitive". Idk, to me there was the tiniest potential for a plot wherein you examine that someone can go through incredible trauma... but that doesn't give them a free pass to abuse the people who love them? But Reign was really not the show for that kind of complex plot, I'll be real. Reign was a fun, ridiculous soap opera at its best and it could've stayed there while still having serious plots like Francis's death, Mary's infertility, etc. Sexual assault just... was beyond their line.

Anyway, I would've had Francis respond to Mary's cheating by like... Honestly, I hated Lola, but the DRAMAAAAA if he'd fucked Lola like they hinted he would? It would've been natural, imo. He and Lola shared a child, they'd had enjoyable sex that one time before, she was a shoulder for him to cry on. I would've had them be fuckbuddies again to make Mary realize how badly she was fucking up. And this also would've taken out the insufferably schlocky Lola/Narcisse plot so that Craig and Megan could work together more. Narcisse and Catherine had great chemistry, and he was always at his best when he was off doing kooky, wild shit with her.

I also would've given Francis and Bash more stuff to do together--I enjoyed their fraternal relationship a lot. And speaking of, I would've had someone fix shit with Caitlin so that Kenna could stay on. Kenna/Bash was so good and they had to go and ruin it, lol. I would've probably had Kenna get pregnant by Bash while they were in a rough patch, so that Kenna had to deal with motherhood (something that wouldn't come naturally to her). This could also key more into Mary's infertility plot, and it would further alienate her from her ladies, making it easier for Conde to swoop in. Bash and Kenna would've worked on their shit and gotten back together to raise their baby. LOL BUT IDK THEN MAYBE I'D HAVE IT BE STILLBORN IDK IDK. I don't liked babies on TV, but I do enjoy the general drama you could wring from everything leading up to the baby.

I would've gone in on the Claude/Bash thing too? Because let me fucking tell you!!! One of my most legendary moments on this site was when they released a promotional still before s2 dropped of Bash like, catching Claude's arm before she slapped him or something, and I was like "lmao wouldn't it be funny if Bash fucked his sister". AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW. I am never wrong. So maybe Kenna wouldn't believe him when he said it was all a ~confused mistake~ and that would open up the rift their marriage.

I would've brought in more of the BLOODWOOD shit but I'd get Kenna involved. I always thought Bash was at his funniest when he'd be like "I'm off in the bloodwood" and he'd be just like. Pushing people off cliffs. That Bash is the Bash I know, not the one who was into Mary.

If Greer wasn't gonna do anything with Conde, I'd go in hard on the Peppercorn marriage, and I'd also get more out of her madam plot line. That was fun and they didn't do enough with it.

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xrder-xf-the-bear · 4 years

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😬 - Kenna!

“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII’M totally fine,” Elaine says through gritted teeth. “So was anyone gonna actually tell me about this any sooner than this, or was I supposed to find out after my arrival in casual conversation, Kenna?”

She runs a hand through her hair. “No. Okay. How long has he been here? What precautions have you taken? DOES. HE. KNOW? Does he even know about any of us being here, does he know you and Melinda have magic, does he-- fucking shit, how long has this been a thing?!”

#not very prim and proper: elaine #keep my eyes wide open: convos #why is it when something happens it's always us: kenna #event: mordred

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Okay I’m posting on mobile so bear with me

Was gonna do a thanksgiving feeder fic but I’m tired lol

So instead like imagine Kuroo helping Kenma lose his virginity 😳

(Warnings - NSFW! Rape, obvious denial (by Kenma, he knows it’s bad), Kuroo bein a creep, Kenma being a creep. Just general not good vibes)

Like Kenma isn’t exactly anti-social, it’s just he’s a lil shy and prefers to stay in his comfort zone, which involves gaming and little else.

One day the team will not stop bugging leetle Virgin Kenma about getting a girlfriend (“online girlfriends don’t count!”), and he gets a bit self conscious.

Goes to Kuroo, his best friend, his bro, his homie, asks Kuroo what’s the process - how does he get a girlfriend and lose his virginity?

Kuroo is almost taken aback at first, simply cause he assumed Kenma was either gay or just plain not into dating. But after he gets over his shock, he’s so pumped to show his bro the ropes.

Kenna’s expecting like, a talk, or maybe Kuroo will give him tips about how to pick up cute girls, or something like that.

What he was not expecting, was you.

Sitting on the edge of Kuroo’s bed, sniffling, hands balled into fists on top of your skirt.

And Kuroo’s so excited, quickly ushering Kenma into his room to proudly show off his cute little neighbor. You don’t seem happy, but Kuroo ignores that, so Kenma does too.

There’d be no buildup. Just Kuroo pushing Kenma towards you, before taking a seat in his desk chair.

“Go ahead and touch her.” He prompts.

Kenma hesitates, looking at Kuroo with knitted brows.

“Do you not know how?”

Kenma shrugs. He stands in front of you, raises a hand to your shoulder. You flinch when he touches your shirt, when the weight of his hand rests against you. He plays with a piece of your hair, looking at your face, your body, the cute way you’re trembling and shaking like a scared little kid.

“I’ll talk you through it.” Kuroo offers. He’s clearly impatient, but in an excited way, foot tapping against the ground as he leans forward.

Kenma’s glad Kuroo will be giving instructions. He feels a bit awkward like this, and he doesn’t want you to laugh at him.

“You’re sure she’s fine?” Kenma checks. You look scared and you’re crying a bit, which is kinda hot, but Kenma doesn’t want you telling people he assaulted you or something.

“Yeah, she’ll be alright. We had a little chat before you came over - she’s good with this.”

The way you glare at Kuroo through your tears confirms to Kenma that you probably aren’t as okay with this as Kuroo makes it seem. But Kenma kind of doesn’t care, because he’s chubbing up in his pants as he thinks about what’s about to happen.

“Alright, (Y/N), scoot back on the bed so Kenma can sit.”

You promptly obey, and Kenma slides onto the bed in front of you, following Kuroo’s implied suggestion.

“You should always give ‘em a kiss first. You can use tongue if you want, don’t be afraid to really get into it.” Kuroo continues.

Kenma shuffles closer, gingerly grabs your shoulders. He’s starts out with a peck to your lips, the stereotypical sound of kissing is made as he does so.

Kuroo encourages him to do it again, this time for longer.

Kenma indulges, lets himself linger over your lips. He can taste your chapstick, and it’s not unpleasant. Your lips are soft, and your warm, and Kenma quickly decides he likes kissing.

Then Kuroo tells him to use tongue, which Kenma does, and the younger man cringes at the feeling. He doesn’t like using tongue.

But he enjoys kissing, so he goes back to that, almost sucking at your lips, pressing himself close to you. It’s intimate, and it’s kind of exciting, and Kenma finds himself wanting more.

“You can use your hands y’know. Feel her tits, they look nice.”

Kenma does exactly that, and you squeak into his mouth when his hands grab at your chest. Admittedly, he’s probably a bit too excited, cause the second he feels soft flesh under his hands he’s pinching and groping and pulling, and you’re making pained little noises that Kenma discovers he likes.

Kuroo chuckles. “Damn, you’re going pretty hard there. Didn’t take you for a sadist. You can touch other places too, by the way. Anywhere you want.”

Anywhere?

Kenma pulls back from the kiss, his hands abandoning your breasts to roam over your sides, feel the curve of your waist, circle around to palm at your ass. He’s never touched a girl like this, it’s so different from what he knows of his own body.

That goes on for a little bit longer, but Kuroo’s quickly moving him along.

“Okay, you can lay her onto her back now... or I guess you could go doggystyle.” The older man leans back in his chair. “It’s up to you.”

“Okay.” Kenma breathes. He’s fully hard now, and it’s a bit uncomfortable, his cock tenting his pants like that. But he doesn’t know if now was the right time to undress, so he just does what Kuroo says.

He pushes you to lay down on your back - he wants to see your face. It’s a bit puffy and red from the crying, but it makes you look pretty. Plus, Kenma likes your eyes.

He looks over to Kuroo for what he should do next.

“She’s not wearing anything underneath the skirt.” Kuroo grins, and he looks so utterly pleased with himself, but Kenma doesn’t even register that because he’s flipping up your skirt to see for himself.

And fuck, you really aren’t.

He’s seen porn, he knows what he expected to find. But it’s so different in person. He wants to touch, to feel, so he does. Kenma grabs one of your legs, carefully pulling it to the side so he can see a bit more, and you let him, thigh muscles clenching.

Then he’s running a single finger over your folds and holy shit, you’re so warm and pink and his cock is throbbing and he doesn’t know how much longer he can wait.

“You can take your dick out now. She’s all prepped and stuff, so just go for it.”

Kenma pushes his sweatpants just far down enough that his dick can spring free - Kuroo knows how he is about his body, and Kenma doubts you’ll say anything because you’re staring blankly at the ceiling.

It’s a new experience, so it takes him a second to figure out that he has to part your folds with one hand, guide his dripping cock to your home with the other. You keep... fluttering down there and it’s driving him crazy, he can’t even imagine what that’s going to feel like

The second he pushes inside (you’re all wet and hot and tight and - oh you feel so good) he can’t stop the embarrassing noise the tumbles out of his mouth. His cheeks color red, but Kuroo’s quick to reassure him.

“Don’t worry, keep making noise - girls like hearing that you’re feeling good. And you can talk to her you know.”

“You’re-you’re cute.” Kenma blurts, voice shaky. He’s too overwhelmed to do much, he can hardly breathe right now, he can’t think.

“.... how does it feel?” Kuroo prods.

Kenma has to take a second to calm himself before stuttering out “G-good. Really good.”

He was barely a third of the way in, and the way your walls were pulsing around him, sucking him in, trying to milk him was almost too much. He groaned, hands coming to grip your hips, push your legs up and out of the way.

“Kuroo, it feels so good, she’s so tight. H-holy fuck, oh god, this is-“

Kenma gave a little thrust, and whined, almost crumpling over top of you, panting.

“Take your time, there’s no rush.” Kuroo reminds him, and Kenma huffs.

He’s right next to your face like this, and so he moves just a little bit so he can kiss you again. You don’t do much, but Kenma doesn’t know if you’re supposed to. He just hopes that he’s doing an okay job. Maybe you’re a virgin like him, and don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like? Kuroo would be considerate like that, take into account Kenma’s insecurities.

“Yeah, there you go. Move your hips a little.”

Kenma does, gives a few tiny, explorative thrusts. Then a few more, a bit more confident this time. And then he keeps going, and he finds his cock rutting into you steadily, and he doesn’t know how else to describe it other than it feels fucking divine.

He breaks from the kiss with a low moan, looks at your eyes. You’re crying again, cheeks red, avoiding his gaze. That’s okay. Kenma knows eye contact is hard.

Faintly, he registers the sound of Kuroo’s heavy panting, the low curses coming from where his best friend is sitting. He can’t focus on that though, not when his system is short circuiting.

It’s too much stimulation, and his dick has never been this wet and warm and massages like this before, and then Kuroo’s telling him to pull out and jack off over your face, or your skirt, or wherever, and Kenma doesn’t want to because you keep sucking him in hungrily.

But he knows in the back of his mind that pregnancy is a thing, and he’s not thinking straight, wanting to stay inside you forever. That’s why Kuroo’s here, to tell him what to do.

So Kenma pulls out, whimpering at the temperature difference his cock encounters. He’s so sensitive and keyed up that it barely takes a stroke or two (holy shit, your cream is all over his cock and it’s so wet and he’s going to die of pleasure, fuck) before he’s cumming hard.

He hadn’t moved, so his cum shoots onto your skirt, some of it falling onto your bare skin at your hips.

Kenma finishes, and he doesn’t know what to do. Seconds pass, and his breathing evens out, and he can think again. The younger man pats your cheek softly. “Thank you, you uh, did good. Felt nice.”

Kuroo snorts.

Kenma’s incredibly thirsty, and his dick is still out, and he wants to clean it off.

“You have tissues?”

Kuroo scrambles out of the chair, digs in his bedside drawer before a travel size packet of tissues thumps into Kenma’s lap.

“I’ll go get you some water.” He offers. “You did good sweet cheeks, knew you would.” He tells you, before exiting the room.

Kenma clumsily cleans himself off, then tries to wipe his cum out of your skirt. That’s pretty much hopeless, so he quickly gives up. He notices the slick shining over your folds, so he holds up a tissue.

“Do you uh, want me to-“

“Please stop.”

You’re barely loud enough for Kenma to hear. The man shrugs, before tucking his cock back into his sweatpants, pulling them so they’re snug against his hips again.

He clambers off the bed to throw the tissues away, gets met at the door by Kuroo, who’s holding a cup of water.

“So? You feel like a man now?”

Kenma gives a lopsided grin. He feels proud - the other guys can’t tease him about this anymore, he’s fucked a girl.

Kuroo pats him on the shoulder, before handing over the cup of water. “Hell yeah man! Here, I’ll go finish our girl off.”

Finish her off?

Kuroo catches Kenma’s confused look, and he does his best not to chuckle, but Kenma’s known him long enough that he can’t hide his laughter like that.

“She didn’t cum.” Kuroo offers. “Not your fault, it takes a bit more practice. But hey, you can watch how I do it, yeah? Pick up some technique for next time.”

A quick glance to the bed shows you’ve barely moved, just curled up on your side, arms wrapped around your chest.

“Oh, okay.”

Kenma sits in Kuroo’s desk chair, takes a sip of water while he watches Kuroo unbuckle his belt.

He feels good.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kenma #nasty kenma #nasty kuroo #idk tags lol #yandere thoughts #yandere imagines #tw noncon #dead dove #haikyuu smut #kenma x you #kuroo x y/n #kenma x kuroo #but only kind of #kenma x y/n

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andromedasstarship · 3 years

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i could not choose between 77-80 so i overbearingly ask u to use each of them with spencer reid if u wish 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

80. “Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner.” + 77- “If you want to leave, we can leave.”

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pairing - spencer reid x gn!reader

warnings - stress?? mostly fluff

a/n - tysm kenna for requesting this i love you and i loved writing this. i also went overboard on this one bye! ive also never posted something this long in an ask reply before so if this looks weird BYE!

Your car had long gone cold, but you still couldn’t find the energy to pull yourself out yet. It was futile to try and wrestle your emotions into a tightly sealed box; as soon as you crossed the threshold of the town-home you shared with Spencer, you knew he’d be able to read you like a book. Damn genius profiler skills.

Taking a quick look at the time you knew you had to suck it up and go inside; you were pushing how ‘late’ you could be without him worrying something had happened on your commute home. With a deep sigh, you grabbed your bag from the passenger seat and exited the car; taking your sweet time with locking the car behind you and digging your house keys out of the bottom of your bag.

To put it simply, it had been a difficult year. It was the final year of your Phd. program and while- all things considered- you had had an amazing time, the past few months had been both physically and mentally draining. What was once your lifelong passion had suddenly started to feel like a chore; a chore you felt you weren’t even good at anymore. Almost every day was spent either in your own classes or teaching undergrads. Almost every night was spent on the final edits of your thesis or grading work from your students. The few moments of freedom you found were spent doing the boring parts of adult life: housekeeping, getting your car fixed, calling elderly family members, etc.

Neither of you had formerly addressed it, but you knew it was taking a toll on your relationship. Spencer being busy was a constant, but it was normally balanced out by your typical 9-5 schedule. But recently, even on the nights he was home you’d be too wrapped up in your own work to even sit down and eat dinner with him. By the time you crawled into bed he’d be long asleep and in the mornings you’d been leaving for work earlier and earlier in order to get research time in at the university library. It felt like the two of you hadn’t even been awake in the same room for weeks, let alone do anything relationship-y.

Tonight was supposed to change that. Kind of. His team was having a fancy dinner to celebrate some major milestone that you couldn’t remember. It’d been on the books for months, but kept getting pushed back by surprise cases. It felt like everyone held their breath this week, waiting for a case to pop up, but instead everyone was left pleasantly surprised when no such thing happened. It was going to be a great night: classic Rossi pasta dish, all partners and kids invited. Even though the two of you wouldn’t be alone, it’d still be a perfectly good excuse to get out, put on some nice outfits and have a fun evening with friends.

Spencer had been particularly excited. The past week, you felt as if it was the only thing he ever talked about. Not that the two of you were having extensive conversations. He kept talking about how great it would be to get out of the house and how much he was looking forward to having a totally work free evening. His excitement warmed your heart.

Which is why you were taking so long to find your keys. Today had been one of the hardest day you’d experienced in a long time. The thesis meeting you had with your advisor- that you’d been staying up late every night editing for- had gone horribly; it was as if everything you prepared was wrong. Almost every student in the class you taught scored poorly on the latest assessment- on a unit you considered yourself an expert on-, something you viewed as a failure of your ability to convey the info. And to top it all off, even though you felt as if you’d spent hours upon hours working yourself to the bone the past week- in order to clear space for tonight-, you still felt as if you had piles of work to catch up on.

You knew the stress and tension of the day would read clear on your body as soon as Spencer got a look at you. And with how excited he’d been, you absolutely didn’t want to ruin the dinner. You’d hate for him to feel as if you were being selfish or that you couldn’t even prioritize him in your schedule.

You took one last deep breath, before going to put the key into the doorknob. Just as you touched the handle, the door swung open from the other side.

“Jesus!” You exclaimed, one hand clutching your chest as you nearly jumped out of your skin. In front of you was Spencer, smiling down at you with that irresistible grin of his.

“Did I scare you? Sorry. I thought I heard you car pull up earlier and when you didn’t come in I thought maybe something was wrong so I wanted to come check-”

You quickly cut him off- even though you did find his worrying a bit endearing- by pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“A good song came on just as I pulled in, couldn’t just get out.” You lied, adding a small laugh for effect. It was an on brand situation for you, something certainly believable. If Spencer had any doubts, he didn’t question you, simply moved out of the doorframe so you could step in.

Inside the house, you set your bag down by the front door like you always did. While kicking your shoes off, you pulled your jacket off, smiling when Spencer had his hands already open to hang it on the rack. You knew he had that ridiculous memory- and you had a pretty set routine-, but it still made your heart swell every time he anticipated your next move and went the extra mile to be helpful.

“So, how was your day?" Spencer asked, as the two of you made your way to the kitchen area. “What’d Professor Addams have to say in your meeting?”

You clenched at the handle of the fridge, grinding your teeth before pulling the door open. When you turned to look at Spencer, you saw he made himself comfortable on one of the countertop stools.

“Went well. They gave me some uh, um, some comprehensive revisions.” You said flatly, turning back to face the fridge; missing the skeptical look Spencer was throwing you.

“That’s good?” He said slowly, before adding, “well how was class? You just wrapped up the last unit didn’t you?” You both knew he knew the answer, but was just attempting to further the conversation. Had it been any other day you would’ve found it endearing, but today just wasn’t that day.

You slammed the fridge door shut, just hard enough to be cause for concern. “I thought tonight was absolutely no shop talk. Huh? Why don’t we just start that rule now.” You said, a slight edge to your voice. It’s not his fault, it’s not his fault.

“Are you okay-”

“Yes! I just don’t-”

“If there’s something wrong, you know you can tell-”

“There’s nothing wrong-”

“Do you need to stay-”

“Stop!” You exclaimed, bringing an end to the constant cutting each other off. “Everything is fine. Okay?” You said, unable to maintain eye contact.

Spencer slowly nodded, though you could tell he didn’t believe an ounce of what you had just said. Luckily for you, he seemed to let it go, falling back in his seat.

“I’m gonna go shower and get ready and then we can leave, alright?” You asked rhetorically. When he just nodded again, you very quickly walked up to him and pressed another quick kiss to his lips. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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The ride to Rossi’s was silent, something that normally wouldn’t have bothered either of you had it not been for the borderline argument you had in the kitchen. As you pulled up a few cars down from the house, you caught Spencer staring at you from the passenger seat, a slightly concerned look on his face.

“Stop doing that.” You huffed out, but there was no real bite in your voice.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked gently, reaching out to push a piece of your hair away from your face. God that was sweet.

You quickly nodded and threw a very forced smile his way, not quite meeting his eyes. “I’m fine. I promise, come on.” You said, killing the engine and pushing open your car door.

Before you could fully open the door, Spencer’s arm shot out across your body and pulled the door back shut with a bang.

“Spencer!” You yelped, startled by his sudden movement. You turned and gave him a bewildered look.

“You always look over my head when you lie.” Spencer stated.

“Oh I do not-” You started, but letting the sentence fall flat as soon as you realized you currently were looking over his head.

“Your favorite song came on the radio, twice, on the drive here and you didn’t react at all either times.” He said. When you still didn’t say anything he continued. “What’s going on? You know you can tell me.”

The look he was giving you was making you feel all sorts of guilty. Of course he cared, that’s why you loved him so much. You just didn’t want to ruin something that’d been in the works for so long, all because you had a bad day.

“Spencer,” you started, giving him a very pointed look and making sure to hold eye contact, “I’m fine. Can we just go in?”

Spencer shook his head, externally searching your face for more clues while also internally thinking back to any clues from your kitchen fight. “We aren’t going anywhere, until you talk to me.” He urged.

It probably wasn’t the best move on his part, seeing as you both were incredibly stubborn. The two of you were unrelenting, both staring blankly at the other; hoping the other one would break first. After nearly 5 minutes of silence, it became very clear that neither of you were standing down anytime soon.

Spencer reached his hand out again, gently cupping your cheek; internally you cursed your body’s natural reaction to lean into his touch. “What’s going on?” He asked, voice much softer than earlier.

You were internally screaming over how caring he was. Damn him! You cursed yourself for not being able to just play the role of perfect partner for one night.

“I’m exhausted.” You said, voice quiet. “My meeting went horrible day. I absolutely failed at teaching my students the last unit. I’ve been bringing so much work back to the house I haven’t even been able to give you a second of attention. And now we have this dinner that you’ve been looking forward to for months and I don’t want to ruin-”

This time, it was Spencer that quickly cut off your rambles with a kiss.

“Do you want to leave?” He asked, as if it were the most simple thing ever

You gave him a shocked look. “Spencer, you’ve been talking about this dinner for weeks. I, I can’t ask you to put this off, you and the team rarely get time to-”

“If you want to leave, we can leave.” He said. His voice was so sincere it made the whole thing that much more difficult. He was too good.

“Spencer, no.” You said, putting special emphasis on the ‘no’. “We haven’t even walked in the door, there’s nothing to leave yet. I’m not going to ruin the dinner we’ve all been planning on for months. I’ll be fine for a couple hours.”

He didn’t answer, instead pulled his phone out and quickly started to type out a text.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting Rossi, I’m gonna tell him you aren’t feeling well and we can’t come anymore.”

“We’re outside his house! It’s not a big deal-!

“Your comfort and happiness is more important to me than some stupid dinner!” Spencer cut you off, giving you a very pointed look. You weren’t sure your heart could take the swelling much longer.

“Spencer, you’ve been planning-”

“I don’t want to hear it-”

“You’ve wanted to get out of the house for so long!” You stressed, giving him a ‘duh’ look.

“We can go do something else!” He replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Just us, no pressure to be ‘on’ in front of anyone else.” That did sound good- No!

“I’m not gonna be the one who keeps their boyfriend away from his friends-”

“I see them every day. Every day. One dinner means nothing.” Spencer said confidently, clasping your hand tightly between his.

You contemplated for what seemed like hours; though it couldn’t have been more than twenty seconds. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of something in my life.” Spencer said, giving you a very mock serious look; you couldn’t help but laugh at that. “There you are.” He said, smiling to match yours.

You turned the car on, clicking your seatbelt back into place. “So, where to pretty boy?” You asked.

“Well, I heard of this new ice cream place that just opened up. Their ‘claim to fame’ is they make over 50 flavors in store every single day. Did you know on average it takes nearly three hours from start to finish to make a single batch of ice cream? Or that when ice cream-”

You shook your head in amusement, chancing a couple glances in his direction as you were driving. You loved his excited ramblings and animated hand motions as he further explained the history of ice cream; as well as all the random facts about the place he was directing you to. As you got closer to your new destination, all you could think about was how lucky you were to, to be loved by someone who always knew just what to say.

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a-wildemusing · 3 years

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The Three of Us: The Fan Event.

word count: 1438

genre: slight angst, fluff, humor?. Kenma x platonic!reader, Kuroo x Platonic!reader. Y/n is the 2nd year with Kenma.

warnings: nothing I can think of. probably any mistakes.

summary: Y/n tries to convinced Kuroo and Kenma to come to a fan event with them. But after being able to convince them to go, all they want to do is leave when they unexpectedly see someone that they did not want to see at the event at all.

a/n: this is part of a series I’m doing, called the Three of Us. It’s made up events and adventures with being best friends with Kuroo and Kenma. Hope you enjoy.

The Three of Us. ✨ Masterlist. ✨

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"Please, Kenma!" You were rolling all over Kenna’s shoulder. As the two of you stood outside the gym. The both of you were waiting for Kuroo to get out of his classroom.

“Y/n. I already said no.” Kenma softly says, while playing with his handheld console.

“But you guys have a free day today and-and.” You sigh knowing Kenma was barely listening at this point.

“Fine,” you murmured as you placed your head on his shoulder and held onto his arm. If you weren’t pouting and looking off into the distance you would have seen how red he was getting from the contact.

You tapped his arm with your finger three times signaling, asking if he was okay. That was a way of checking in with each other. It was a nonverbal way to communicate, especially in crowds. It was something you both did for each other just to make sure things were okay, to reassure each other. You were very outgoing at times, but sometimes you got this overwhelming feeling, and panic would sometimes start. He quickly tapped your hand that was on his arm three times back. Signaling to you that he was okay. Two taps would have been no. This became a habit to do when the both of you were alone and Kuroo wasn’t there. Even Kuroo picked up on it as well. So he knew what meant what. But Kuroo was very observant so he doesn’t need the signals sometimes.

Kenma did not mind the sudden contact, especially if it was from you. He knew when he felt the taps that you were asking if it was okay that you were cuddling up to him. There was no doubt in your mind that he wasn’t okay with it, but you always wanted to make sure.

Kenma was a little flustered, but he wasn't bothered. The thought of you still asking made him smile.

"Oi!" You perked up and saw Kuroo walking up to you and Kenma. You let go of Kenma and start running to Kuroo. Kuroo already knew what you were going to do. He stopped walking, placed his bag on the floor, sighed, and opened his arms. Kuroo caught you. Feeling secure, you clung to Kuroo as if you were a koala.

He walks to Kenma with you.

“Kenma,” Kuroo says. Kenma nods in response, still playing with his handheld.

“Kuroo~,” You say. Patting him, letting him know to let you down. Once down, you fixed your clothes and grabbed Kuroo’s arm.

“Please come with me to this-

“Kenma already told me-and it’s a no for me.”

A pout escaped your lips. You knew it was time to bring out the big guns. It was obvious you could make it to this fan event on your own. However, Kuroo and Kenma don't usually have free days that often, and you want to spend as much time as you can with them. Additionally, you wanted them to come so they could wait in line, while you looked around because the event was also a pop-up shop from your favorite artist. But you weren’t going to tell them that.

“Kuroo...Kenma…” You giggled. The two stopped walking but hadn't completely turned around yet. What was going to happen next was obvious to them. They felt a chill run through them. Slowly, they turn to look at you.

All they see is you with a big smile on your face.

~two hours later~

“You know. I don’t know how they do it.” Kenma sighs while cringing at all the loud people. “But I guess we are here.”

“Yah, let’s not talk about it.” Kuroo is slightly embarrassed by how easily he is swayed by you. He looks around to try to find you in the shop. He sees you bouncing around looking at all the merchandise.

By using your secret weapon, you were able to convince them both. Since you were a kid, it always worked on them. Kuroo and Kenma were left waiting in line for the meet and greet portion of the fan event.

Your attention was drawn to a familiar voice. Turning slowly in the direction where you heard the voice. He was there, your ex-boyfriend. Your hand loosens from the shirt you were holding.

“What?” You whispered.

What was he doing here? You thought. He was never really into these kinds of things. While realizing this, it hurt a little knowing he was here right now. You looked back to the shirt and put it back on the rack.

You turned around, while still lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the person behind you and bumped into them.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention.” You squat down to help them gather the things you knocked out of their hands when bumping them.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it!” They said nicely to you.

“Y/n?” It seems your ex-boyfriend noticed you as you turned to the voice. However, before he could approach you, a girl clung to their arm. You were so lost in your thoughts, you couldn't hear what was being said.

As your body started moving, you silently thanked it for responding. You hurried back to where Kuroo and Kenma were waiting.

“Well, look who it is? Thanks for joining us.” Kuroo teased.

“Can we go home? Or go somewhere else?” You went between Kuroo and Kenma.

“What! No. We are almost at the front of the line. I can almost see the artist you like.”

“Well... there is...always next time,” You put your hand on Kenma’s hand and tapped him twice. Kenma stiffens up and looks over at you, and you try not to have a panicked look on your face. Putting your hand on Kuroo's arm, you were about to inform him.

“Hey Kuroo, I think-

“Y/n?” Kenma was cut off and you flinched. You didn’t want to look at him. Your lip started to quiver, tears were about to fall. But you lifted your head anyway, with a forced smile. You saw your ex with their new partner.

However, before you say anything. Kuroo speaks out.

“Oh hello. It’s been a while (ex’s name). But unfortunately, we were about to leave. Kenma is not feeling well.” You felt Kuroo put his arm around you. “But hey, why don’t you and your friend here take our spot in line.”

Before your ex could say anything to you. “Oh wow! That's so nice of you! Come, babe. They are in a good spot in line. Thank you!” The girl is pulling your ex in the line, while Kuroo and Kenma were walking you the other way.

Before you leave, you hear your ex murmur a thank you. As you turn your head, you see he was staring at you with a sad face. With your two best friends by your side, you shook your head and left the store.

After grabbing a bite to eat, the day picked up again. After dropping you off at home. As you lay in bed, you thought about today. You were hurt when you saw your ex. In his opinion, these fan events that you loved so much were ridiculous and a waste of time. And you found it difficult to watch him do this for someone else. A year has passed since the breakup and seeing him there still really made you sad. However, you were glad Kuroo and Kenma were there.

After all the overthinking, you finally drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, your phone rang. As you rub your eyes, you glance at your phone. Kuroo was calling. Before answering, you noticed the time.

“Kuroo, there better be a good reason you are calling me at 4:41 in the morning.”

“There is, kitten. Open your door. I’m here to drop off something.”

“What do you mean-you know what. Okay, give me a second.” You hung up and crawled out of bed.

After opening the door for Kuroo, you didn't expect what would be given to you. You stared at him in awe.

He held up the shirt you were looking at in the pop-up shop and other items. Kenma and Kuroo waited hours in line at the fan event again after dropping you off to get you a signed art print from your favorite artist.

Kuroo was hugged tightly by you as you thanked him. He left a bit later after some small conversation because he needed to get Kenma for morning practice.

When you entered your room, you smiled to yourself. After a long sigh, you decided that you had the best friends in the world. Also, you should bring them to more fan events.

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agentsoftie · 3 years

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marry me? — spencer reid | ch.1

— false engagements

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summary: the one where you propose to your brothers girlfriend for him, and your boyfriend just happens to witness it

spencer r & fem! reader : 1.5k

warnings: pure fluff and confusion

authors note: a series! guys! ahh! omg! i can’t believe it! i’ll try to upload once a week with this series my loves! but ahhhh, i can’t believe it! hope you guys like this first chapter! also, thanks @feverdreamreid for reviewing this. love you kenna <3

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“Y/N, Y/N, could you come here real quick?” Mark nagged.

You and your brother, Mark, were both forced to go to a family reunion. And by forced I mean, they were forced to bring their partners. Mark and Y/N tried to stay away from family reunions, especially when it means coming with their partners. Because every time they came with them, the baby pictures and the awkward stories always came.

“What do you want Mark?” You sneered as you followed him into the empty room.

“Okay, woah, um, I’m gonna propose to Christy tonight ... I think.”

You were amused, “What? Oh my gosh! Do you have a ring? When did you know? Am I gonna have a sister-in-law?”

“Calm down Y/N,” he hushed while looking out the door to make sure no one heard. “To answer your questions, yes, I do have the ring on me, and no you can’t see it. And I just knew one night that I loved her and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.”

“Mark! That’s spectacular! The only thing, can you wait for Spencer to come?”

“Y/N, I’m not gonna wait for your boyfriend to come and just so he can watch me either get a wife or be rejected. Plus who knows if he’s even gonna show?”

“Hey, okay, that’s kinda harsh. You know Spencer with his job! He travels a lot! It’s part of his work! He really does care for me you know. And, if you would bother to talk to him like one-on-one without me being there, you might actually become friends.” You said, defending Spencer. Good thing he wasn’t here yet, or else he would never let go of this.

“Okay well, I haven’t even proposed to her so whatever.”

“Speaking of that, you got something planned?”

“Well um,-” He was cut off by Christy walking in.

“Oh, there you two are! I was looking all around! Now come on,” she chirped while grabbing both of our hands. “Nana Rose found some new pictures!” And you both looked at each other with the same look you do every time they invite you over for a reunion.

Quickly letting go you rushed into the kitchen to pour yourself some wine. And by some, I mean lots. Quickly chugging it down, you noticed that people were gathering around the fireplace and so to find out why you quickly put your glass down and went over there. And to your surprise, there was Mark, in the middle of the living room on one knee.

A couple of people around him murmured some things, but he, on the other hand, couldn’t say anything.

“I- Christy um- I’ve- um-” He stuttered. It was almost as if he couldn’t move.

“Wow okay, I’m doing this.” You muttered under your breath while tapping on his shoulder to signal him to get up.

“Christy,” you said getting down on one knee. “Imagine as if I’m Mark right now, it will make things much easier, trust me. Christy, ever since the first time I met you and your beautiful blue eyes, I could t get you off my mind. Even if it took me 5 months to admit that I liked you, I’m glad I did. Because every day waking up to you, is a day I leave the house with a smile on my face. And frankly Chris, I like that feeling! And I want to feel it every day! So will you ... Christy Brie ... Marry me?”

“Yes ... Yes! Yes! Yes! Of course, I will! Mark, I love you!” She cheered as he quickly ran and hugged Mark. You got up and looked around, and saw him. Your boyfriend, Spencer. Standing in awe and amusement.

“I can explain.” You said as you went up to him.

“Oh I’m sure you can,” he smirked while trying to hide his laughter.

Mark and Christy came over right after and immediately went for a hug. “Oh Y/N I love you so much! I would marry you right on the spot if you didn’t have a boyfriend!” Mark nudged her a little, “oh yes and I wasn’t getting married!”

“Y/N/N how did you know what to say?” He asked.

“Mark, every time we’re together, all you do is talk about her. That’s all you do.” You deadpanned.

At this time, Christy had just hugged Spencer, “Spencer, I can imagine the shock on your face coming in, I’m so sorry if you felt any discomfort. I promise I’m not trying to get with your girlfriend.”

“Christy, It’s fine don’t worry. All that matters is that you, Y/N, and Mark are happy.” He kept his hands in his pockets, slowly jumping up and down, with a very mediocre expression on his face. You could tell he wasn’t uncomfortable, more just tired. Trying not to say that many words. His hair was still a little messy, and his socks were mismatched. It had looked like he just came from work since he was still wearing the suit he had left the house in.

Spencer and you had been dating for 3 years now. You moved in after the second though. He thought that it would make things easier on both of your ends. Not having to drive almost an hour to see each other. So you moved in with him (saying he had to go to work at a moment’s notice). Of course, you both did fight sometimes … It’s completely normal. No couple would never fight. Not even the best of them.

Although, sometimes … Most of the time, it would be about his work. You knew of course that his work was important. But sometimes even that couldn’t cut it. One time, you got vigorously mad at him when he missed a date. Of course, it wouldn’t make sense to get into an argument over something so small, but he had been promising you about this date for over two months. And this time, you weren’t gonna take any of his “oh I got stuck in work” or “I just got too caught up in a lot of paperwork”.

You had both seated for dinner now, all of you had. Your mom and aunt had just brought the warm food in, and you couldn’t wait to dive in.

“So, Mark,” my mother asked, “When are you guys getting married?”

“Mom,” he chuckled, “We just got engaged. We haven’t had enough time to talk about it.”

“Sure, sure.” She said in defeat. “Well, at least now I’ll have another daughter! You know how much your dad and I wanted girls! But, we got stuck with you and your brother Luke instead. Thankfully we had Y/N after. But even she left us. Promise you won’t leave me, Christy. Promise me.”

“Mom!” Mark and you both yelled in unison, causing everyone to laugh a little.

“I promise that I’m never going to leave you, Lucy,” Christy said chuckling.

“And Spencer now that Mark and Christy are off the market, when will you be proposing to my dear- dear Y/N?”

“Mom!” You yelled, jumping up slightly.

“I- um-” he stuttered.

You grabbed his hand from underneath the table. “You, you can’t ask that question to people. Especially my boyfriend!” You yelled in a hushed whisper voice.

“Oh, you can’t ask anything nowadays! Did you know that your father and I got married when we were only 25!”

“Mmm, okay well Mark’s almost 30, so nag him instead of me.”

“Okay, okay, no more fighting, I’m hungry. So can we eat?” Mark asked.

“Let’s eat!” Your mom said.

It was around 10 pm now, and you had just gotten home. Deciding to leave early, and a good thing too, because right after you left you got a text from Mark saying “SOS, Nana’s telling stories! Please save me!!!!”

“Okay,” you said getting into your bed, “I should probably explain what happened back there. If the whole proposal thing.”

“I think I already know what happened, but go ahead.” He spoke as he turned on his alarms for the morning. He didn’t really need it, but you did so he always put them on.

“Okay so, Mark had told me that he wanted to propose and I was like ‘What that’s amazing!’ and he’s like ‘Yeah, I know’ and so he does it but he can’t say anything. So me being the amazing and incredible little sister I am, got down on one knee for his girlfriend and proposed to her for him.”

He simply just laughed.

Laughed.

That’s all he did.

“Hey! You could at least say ‘I’m proud of you, or something! It’s not that difficult you know.”

“Y/N, Y/N calm down. You know I love you. And I’m really happy you did that for your brother … Happy now?”

“Whatever,” you mumbled while snuggling into him. “I’m tired, so goodnight.”

He kissed your forehead before turning off the lamp. Quickly, he made sure that you were asleep. He turned the lights on and then off 4 times to make sure you had no reaction, and then he called his friend.

“Derek, hey,” he whispered, while looking at you for any sign of movement, “think I’m finally ready … I wanna marry her.”

#marry me?#spencer reid fluff #mira writes #please i’m doing this omg #y’all #omg #YALL #OMG #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #reader x spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #y/n x spencer reid

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julia-highstorms · 2 years

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Fic Authors Self Rec!

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Thank you so much @missameliep ✨ it's an honour being tagged by you!

Alright, let's do this (in no particular order):

1. If Jane Was Here (Alternative Ending) - It Lives in the Woods

I finished writing If Jane Was Here (which is ILITW but by Noah's POV) back in 2018, but until this day, I am very proud of it. Naturally, there are some things that I would change (like the writing and add even more angst), but overall I am very proud of it: it's my first and (so far 🙃) only long series that I have ever finished 🙏😭 I consider it a personal victory. Writing is so fucking hard and it took over a year to finish it, but I did it. My favorite chapter of them all is the alternative ending that I wrote, where neither Noah or MC becomes the new Mr. Red. Or they both become it? Kinda? 👀 You'll have to read to understand.

2. Play My Game (Tom Sato x Julia Vance) - It Lives Beneath

This one was a joy to write! I used to love writing these two dorks and their bantering and teasing and I peaked in this fanfic. It's fun and light.

3. Uncool (Bryce Lahela x Rei Sato) - Open Heart

Rei Sato was the first MC that I actually put thought in her personality - not following the always confident, easygoing and extrovert canon personality all MCs have - and background. 99% of my fanfics are focused on her and her crush on a certain scalpel jockey, to the development of her crush into something deeper. But this one is entirely focused on Bryce's POV, when he tells Rei about his family. I love his interaction with Keiki and how - underneath his cocky smirk and confident attitude - he actually is freaking out because his little sister decided to live with him suddenly. And how flustered he is with cooking 😂 Apparently people also love it, because it's my most popular fanfic !

4. Lullaby (Tyril x Luxia) - Blades of Light and Shadow

I remember when I first played Blades and I knew I was going to romance the hell out of that blue elf, but when they make out in chapter 10, I missed a bit of closure happening first. And this is why this fanfic was written. It is sweet, with a bit of slow burn and fluffiness and Mal spoiling a perfect moment 😂

5. Bruises (Eli x Kiera) - Wake the Dead

And last but not least, I simply had to put a WtD fanfic. Eli is my new muse. WtD not only broke my author's block, but also is making me more productive than ever. I've never written so much! Both Eli and Kiera are special to me because they both struggle with opening up and have some communication problems. So, their relationship don't go as smooth as my other couples (well, try to survive the apocalypse first). It also feels special because they bond because of the loss of their families and shared mourning (and because I love angst lol). But, little by little, they're both opening up to each other.

Special mention: Sparring Session (Kenna x Dom) - The Crown & The Flame

I'm going to cheat and put one more. Why? Because this one is very special to me. Until this day, TC&TF is the series that I've replayed the most and I'd been structuring this fanfic for over 3 years before I finally wrote it down. I wanted to cover Kenna's and Dom's relationship throughout their lives, since they were kids, and give a bit of spin-off of what happened to them, but keeping alive their sparring session tradition (the whole series started with them sparring and ended with them doing the same, so I just knew I had to do the same) to the next generation. 🥲

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I'll tag @thequeenofpixels @banirareiko @kelseaaa @melodyofgraves @my-glitter-heart

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfic

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tsukishimaenthusiast · 4 years

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Hi!! Can I get NSFW headcanons with Tsuki, Goshiki, Kenma and Tendou where their s/o comes over to hang out and they show up in unflattering clothes (like some sweats) but they discover that underneath their s/o is wearing lingerie? Please and thank you!

rlly not sure how to title this one but

also!!! implied fem! reader

tsukishima, goshiki, kenma, and tendou when their s/o shows up to their house wearing lingerie under their sweats (nsfw headcanons)

tsukishima:

tsukishima called you earlier this morning and asked if you wanted to hang out at his house later

ofc you said yes

you recently got a new lacy lingerie set and decided to wear it underneath your leggings and hoodie

i mean, you always made sure u were prepared ahah

you arrived at tsukishima’s house and he let you in

you greeted his family and then followed him into his room

you and tsuki were laying on his bed listening to music

he placed his hand on your thigh and started massaging it

he felt you shudder underneath him and he sat up, pulling you onto his lap

tsukishima started kissing your neck

“keiiii, stopp. your family is literally right downstairs.”

“don’t care,” he hummed against you

he slid his hands up your hoodie and brought his hands to ur chest

you knew he felt the lacy material

“what’s this?”, he asked, smirking

you bit your lips and felt your face grow hot

“and here you are telling me to stop cause my parents are home… you wanted this to happen, didn’t you?”

you looked away and he grabbed your face to make u look at him again

“..naughty girl.”

you could feel how hard he was

“i should just fuck you right now… and see how quiet you can be for me. what do you think?”, he asked, chuckling

you moaned at his words

he brought his fingers to rub against your folds

“you’re already so fucking wet, y/n.”

you whimpered against his chest

“kei! y/n! food’s ready!”, you heard akiteru yell

you got off tsuki’s lap and watched him get up and head towards his door

“we’ll finish this later, y/n. i’m not done with you yet.”

goshiki:

goshiki invited you over his house to watch a volleyball game with him

since you guys were staying at his house, you decided to dress comfortable, to a certain extent

underneath your sweats, you had on your favorite lingerie set

who knows, maybe you guys could have some fun when the game was over

you guys sat in his living room and watched the game all the way through

when it finished, you guys were both pretty hungry

“wanna eat? i’ll cook something for us.”

you nodded

while goshiki was in the kitchen, you went up behind him and hugged him

“what’s up, babe?”, he turned around to face you

you gave him puppy dog eyes

“kiss me? i promise it won’t take away from your cooking time..”

he laughed as he placed his hands on your waist

he brought his lips to yours and gently kissed you

he was about to pull away when you held onto him again, not letting him leave

“one more?”, you asked politely

he kissed you again, except this time, you shoved your tongue in his mouth

you felt his grip on your hips tighten and you knew you had him

goshiki slid his hands up your shirt and he moaned at the feeling of the lace against your boobs

you grabbed one of his hands and put it in your pants, making sure he was touching him where u needed him most

“f-fuck y/n.”

you started to rub his hard-on

you guys were moaning each other’s names, both moving your hands faster, just trying to get each other off

soon enough, you felt goshiki’s dick twitch in your hands, and he started rubbing you faster, making you reach your high

you guys were both breathing pretty heavily right about now

“y/n… after we eat, you need to show me what you’re really wearing underneath all of that.”

kenma:

“y/n, want to come over?? i just got a new video game. you should play it with me.”

you got kenna’s call when you were in the middle of trying on the new clothes you bought at the mall

you decided to keep on the new lingerie set bc …. well, why not? it’s not gonna hurt anymore

you put on some joggers and an oversized sweater and headed to kenma

when you went up to kenna’s room, kuroo was there, already laying on his bed

“what’s up, y/n?! kenma really likes his new game. i’ve been playing with him for the past hour.. your turn!”

kuroo handed you the remote and walked out

“see you at practice!”, he shouted before closing the door

you sat on kenma’s bed and played with him for at least two hours.

you asked if you could have a break and he nodded

you laid in his bed and watched him play by himself for what felt like another hour

he must’ve gotten tired because he soon walked over to his bed and laid beside you

“it’s hot, kenma,” you complained

“so take off your sweater.”

“i..i can’t. i’m not wearing anything underneath.”

he raised his eyebrows at you. “huh?”

“well i mean, technically i am wearing something.. but..”

“what’re you wearing?” his asked curiously

you pulled off your sweater and revealed your new bra

he gulped at the view

“you like it? it’s new,” you said with a smile

he nodded with flushed face

“it’s actually a matching set..”

“really?”

“yea..” you said quietly as you pulled your pants down, revealing the matching panties

kenma couldn't help but stare at your exposed body in front of him, it was kind of turning you on

he leaned down to kiss you on the lips

“you look really good, y/n.”

you put your hand on his bulge, a breathy moan leaving his lips from the sudden contact

“let me help you with that,” you said while staring into his eyes

tendou:

you actually went over tendou’s house tn in hopes of gettin some

you wore his favorite red lingerie set under your sweatpants and quickly headed over to his place

you guys were cuddling in his bed, watching a movie

coincidentally, a sex scene came on lmao

tendou’s hand was already on your thigh, but when he felt you fidgeting from the scene, he looked over at you with a smirk on his lips

he quickly hovered over you and started attacking your neck with kisses

you moaned and tugged at his hair, encouraging him to do more

he pulled off your t-shirt and you swear you saw his eyes light up when he saw what you were wearing

he then moved to your sweatpants and tugged at the waistband

he pulled down your pants all the way and his excited eyes soon grew to those of lust

“really? all this for me? what did i ever do to deserve you?”

he kissed you harshly on the lips

tendou admires your body for a bit before bringing his mouth his mouth to your tits

he definitely made sure to leave hickies behind

he started kissing down your torso and stomach until he reached your waist

he rubbed your clit over your panties, making you grind your hips against his fingers

“please satori.. do more… please,” you begged

“your wish is my command.”

he pushed your panties aside and shoved two fingers into you

“shit y/n, you’re so fucking wet.

hearing his voice alone made you clench around his fingers

he started pumping his fingers in and out of you

you bit your lip

“fuck, go faster. please. i need more,” you whimpered

tendou brought another finger to your clit and started rubbing it

the added pleasure made you squirm underneath him

he quickly pumped his fingers inside of you at a fast speed

“g-gonna come,” you shouted

he started grunting and looking into your eyes

“do it, baby. come for me,” he demanded

you squeezed your eyes shut and moaned his name, releasing on his fingers

he brought his fingers to his mouth, tasting you

he kissed you on the lips soon afterwards

“i hope you’re ready to come again. cause i’m gonna fuck your pretty little cunt.”

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miyaniacs · 3 years

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Exchange - Miya Atsumu & Osamu SMAU

ROUTE: OSAMU

not a random girl

smau masterlist / masterlist / previous

a/n: welcome to the emotional rollercoaster and the pep talk I always give myself ✌🏼

Starring at your messages you reread your last conversation with him, tears streaming down your face.

How could you be so blind? So stupid? How could you actually believe he’d choose you over her?

The whole week there was neither a call or message from him. He wasn’t at one of his classes too.

Your friends asked if you knew where he was, but as petty as you are - you just shrugged. You didn’t dare to tell them what you saw, you didn’t want it to be true. Because... there is no way he‘d switch you for some random girl. Osamu isn’t that type of man, he wasn’t a player.

So you kept up a smile on your face - it’s Osamu, you kept on reminding yourself, he would never just forget you.

The smile was up for about three days, until Atsumu grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the campus after your classes.

“Atsumu? - What are you doing?” You ask him confused. The two of you haven’t talked that much the past days, it still hurt him, knowing that you’ll never be his. But now? After he saw her again - he knew the tables have turned and now he has to put his emotions aside and focus on being your friend.

Atsumu didn’t answer you, instead he kept on dragging you away, away from other people until he stopped at a bench, away from all the others.

He sits down and pats the spot next to him, signaling you to sit down.

He stayed silent. Was he really going to be the one again to break your heart?

“So... you see... uhm-“ he stutters. How should he tell you?

“Yes?” You ask him, actually confused of what is up with him.

“There’s this girl..”

Oh.

“I saw them.” You tell him, the memories from that day coming back all at once.

“Oh. Uhm... “ he again, doesn’t know what to say.

“Who is she? Please Atsumu be honest now.” You say and look directly at him.

“Her name is Emma. We know her since we’ve been children. The three of us have been inseparable. We did everything together, shared all of our secrets, had sleepovers almost every day you name it. But her and Osamu... they always had a special connection. So at some point - they realized that it was love and they got into a relationship with their ... what did she call him ... oh - their other half. For real we all thought they’d marry right after Highschool...” he mumbles the last part and stares at the ground. You don’t say anything, your throat being so tight it already hurts to breath.

“But then... out of nowhere she and her family moved away. Osamu was heartbroken - I’ve never seen him that sad before. Even though they tried to make it work... but eventually they realized there was no way they can still be in that relationship and be happy. They needed each other yes. But they really needed each other ... like ... in a physical way, I swear there was no second they haven’t had their hands on each other. It was disgusting honestly. And I was so jealous, jealous of him finding the one.”, he sighs, “ They we’re sure it was meant to be. To be honest we all knew it was. So they made a promise. And that promise helped Osamu through that time. They promised to wait until they meet again.“

“And what happens then?” You choke out.

Atsumu looks at you, hesitating to answer you.

“Atsumu. Please.” You whisper.

“Originally they planned to get back together and continue what they had...” he mumbles.

The hope you had, is now completely gone.

You saw the way he looked at her.

Non of his feelings flew away over time.

Not in the slightest.

Getting up you started walking, Atsumu hurried behind you, trying to catch up. “No.” You whisper as he catches up with you.

“But Y/n.” He begs, yet you shake your head. You just wanted to be alone now.

That night you cried yourself to sleep again, ignoring all the knocks on your door and calls and messages from your favorite chaotic trio you, also known as your roommates.

Then after two weeks of having no contact to Osamu, he messaged you.

Only nine words.

Nine words were needed to fully destroy your heart.

She wasn't a random girl and you’re now fully aware of it.

“I am so sorry, but I still love her.”

So why are so stupid? You could have imagine something like that happening. It was only a matter of time until he realized just how fucked up you really been and how much better he can do. You really hoped that with his help, you can get over everything that happened and to be able to trust again. yet you’ve made the same mistake as always. You linked your own happiness and well-being to a guy.

Leaving your phone in your room, you walk downstairs, your blanket. Still wrapped around you. Your vision is blurry - it’s a wonder how you’ve managed to walk down the stairs without slipping.

The second Bokuto hears you walking down the stairs he jumps up and hurries over to you. Kuroo is already in the kitchen preparing a tea and Kenma is lining up all the snacks they’ve brought just for this moment.

As soon as you reach the end of the stairs, two strong arms pick you up bridal style and carry you over to the sofa. With you still in his arms, Bokuto sits down and nuzzles his face in you hair. Kenma sits down and places his hand on your knee: “Y/N... you’re ready now?” He asks softly and looks at you with his big eyes.

“The tea IS ready” Kuroo says and holds a big cup in front of your face.

“I don’t want any...” you mumble.

“Yes you do! This is a special tea I remember my mum making me whenever I felt sad.” He huffs and with a sigh, you take the cup out of his hands. Carefully you take a small sip of the still hot tea. You can’t make out the ingredients, yet you’re immediately filled with a warm feeling that feel like home.

“Thank you Kuroo...” you mumble and a small smile form on your lips. Kuroo simply pats your head and sits down on a cushion in front of the three of you.

They all look at you with expecting eyes.

You open your mouth and close it again. Taking a sip of the tea you try to speak up again, but you just can’t find the right words. Everything you think of feels wrong. It feels so wrong to sit here again and cry over the almost same guy again.

It was stupid of you to assume that after you’ve chosen him, he’d also choose you. And now you’re crying again? Because in your head it was save to say that he’d only choose you too. So you’re really sitting here crying over something you kind of just made up in your mind? No. Your friends always give you support and you keep on coming back crying over a man. Hell when have you become that kind of girl? The twins really fucked you up. You were independent. You haven’t linked your happiness to having a boyfriend. Open your eyes Y/n. You’re surrounded by three amazing friends, who immediately drop everything they’re doing when you need them. Who are down to fight their own friends, just because they made you cry. You managed to go to this college and full fill your dream.

Isn’t this enough?

Isn’t this enough to be happy?

You open your arms and pull Kenna and Bokuto in a hug, while Kuroo smiles and gets up, wrapping his arms around you three.

“I love you all so soo much. I’m sorry for not really being a good friend, while you been the best friends someone could wish for.” Small tears roll down your cheeks and you feel Kuroo’s soft lips kissing your forehead.

“That’s what friends are for.” Bokuto says.

“I promise you’ll be the only guys I focus on from now on.” You laugh.

“ I’m glade Y/n... but can you all let go of me now?” Kenna asks and desperately tries to wiggle out of yours and Kuroo’s grip.

“Kenna! Stop ruining the moment!!!” Kuroo exclaims and only tightens his grip.

You laugh happily and feel your heart lightening.

Yes. This is enough to be happy.

-Meanwhile at Osamu’s shop-

“Emma?” Osamu asks annoyed.

“Yes Osaaa~” Emma looks at him innocently.

“Why do you have my phone?”

“Oh sorry, my internet wasn’t working working and I needed to look something up.” She says and quickly deletes the last messaged sent to Y/n.

“Ahh... you know I have WiFi here?” He says and rolls his eyes.

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#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hc #osamu x reader #osamu imagine #osamu headcanons #osamu x y/n #haiykuu x reader #osamu smau #haikyuu smau

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13-reasons-ideas · 3 years

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Once a Serpent? Part 1

A/N: This is a Riverdale X 13 Reasons Why crossover. I stopped watching Riverdale when season 2 got weird. I haven't really kept up with the show since outside of promos. As a result, this won't really line up with much of anything in seasons 3-current. I know I usually have Monty be this great guy who changes for the girl but I decided to try something different this time. This story has gone in a direction I wasn't expecting. It won't be super different than normal for a while, but I will give content warnings where needed. Let me know what you guys think and if you want me to continue! As always, feel free to send feedback or Q&A type questions. And much love! - Em

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental.

I found Nathan over by the river. He was staring out over the cliff. My black leather jacket was pulled around me tightly. It was a cold August. “Hey.” I called out to him, softly.

“Hey.” He didn’t turn around.

“Can we talk?”

“About?”

“What happened?”

“Not much to talk about, is there Kennedy?”

“Nate…” I started. “Please?”

“Fine.” He sighed, walked back closer to the trail, and sat on a rock. I watched him run a hand through his shaggy hair.

“I just found out last night. I was going to tell you today. I didn’t think it was something you should tell someone on the phone.”

“I just don’t get why you have to go. You’re an adult.”

“Because. I haven’t graduated and I have nowhere to stay here.” He opened his mouth to speak. “My boyfriend’s trailer doesn’t count.”

“Okay. When do you leave?”

“Three days. My mom needs time to finish her week. Dad leaves tonight.”

“You can keep the jacket until then.”

“Thanks.”

“Not doing it to be nice. You know that.”

“I know. But still. Thank you.” He merely hummed in response. “For everything.” I felt tears welling in my eyes. He knew me too well and, even if he didn’t want to, he opened his arms for a hug. I took a few steps forward into his grasp. He wrapped his arms tightly around me as I sobbed. I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave you. He shushed me and petted my hair. “I love you Nate.”

“I love you too Kenna.” His voice sounded small. I stepped away from him hhen I calmed down enough to breathe properly again. I couldn’t look at him again as I walked away.

Three days passed by in the blink of an eye. One minute I was starting to fold clothes, the next, I was staring at the jacket on my empty mattress. My room was full of boxes for the movers to take. The Serpent jacket stared back at me. It was almost mocking me. You knew this was a possibility when you got involved. “Shut up.” I muttered.

It was time for me to give the jacket back. Giving it up was almost harder than the breakup. It had become a part of me in the last two years. The thought of being without it made me feel cold. As hard as it was, I knew it didn’t belong to me anymore. So, I took a deep breath and picked it up. I didn’t put it on. There was no reason to make this even harder than it already was.

I pulled to the side of the road when I got to Sunnyside. I knew my car was safe on the side of the road because I was in Serpent territory. Walking along the gravel to his trailer, I felt a pit growing in my stomach. I could have given the jacket to Jughead, or Toni, or Fangs to give to him. No, you couldn’t. I had to see him one last time. The last time couldn’t have really been the last time.

“No, man. I’m all good.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. It’s not like we were going to work anyway.” Is that? Are they… are they talking about me?

“What do you mean?” Fangs asked. I stopped dead in my tracks behind a random trailer. I was far enough away that neither of them could see me.

“Kennedy is,” Sweetpea paused, “she’s the experiment. You know, try the pretty little rich girl from the North side. See how that goes. See what it’s like.”

“I wouldn’t say that. Look at Betty and Jug.”

“Kennedy is not Betty.”

“Okay?”

“Look. Fangs. Kennedy is the girl who marries the CPA. She buys a house with him in the suburbs with a picket fence. They have a couple or three kids and buy a golden retriever who loves everyone. She doesn’t marry the guy who’s in a gang. We are both better off for this.”

I was stunned. I didn’t know what to do. I knew I couldn’t go out there and make my presence known. But I had his stupid jacket. Jones. I ran back to the entrance of the trailer park and went around the other way to get to the Jones’ trailer. I still had a key that I was going to give back after I gave Nathan, Sweetpea, back his jacket. Leaving the jacket on the kitchen table, I grabbed an old envelope and a pen. This doesn’t belong to me. I wrote quickly. It was messy but I knew he would know who it was from and who it was for. I left the note and the key beside the jacket. Again, I couldn’t look back as I walked away.

My mom and I arrived in Evergreen County just in time for me to be enrolled in school before the first day of classes. I would be attending Liberty High School. From the second I walked in the door with my parents to sign my paperwork, I knew this school would be just like the rest. The walls were lined with permanent “do your best” posters and trophy cases at any given turn. The smell that could only be described as eau de jock permeated the halls.

The principal’s office was down the hall. I tried to hang back from my parents. “Ah, you must be the Campbells. Major Campbell. Mrs. Campbell. And Kennedy.” The man I could only assume was the principal, judging by his obviously fake charm and smile, greeted us. “Gary Bolan.” My dad shook his hand firmly.

“Matthew Campbell.”

“You can call me Heather.”

“Of course.”

“Kennedy, come here darling.” My mom called for me. I walked over to her wordlessly.

“Hi.” I nodded. I had done this plenty of times before.

I decided to take advantage of my few more moments of freedom and explore the school. They didn’t need me to fill out medical forms and make sure my transcripts transferred properly. The school was big. Much bigger than Riverdale High. Didn’t seem too hard to navigate though. The sound of weights clashing together caught my attention. I followed the sound and found myself standing at the open door of the fitness centre.

There was a boy working out. He seemed hyper focused on his actions. It was mesmerizing in a way. The boy was tall. Not as tall as Nate. Most people weren’t. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say maybe between six feet and six foot two. It was hard to tell since he was sitting down. His brown hair was damp with sweat. I watched him. Not in a creepy way. Just… observed. I could tell by his form and muscles that he was probably an athlete. Judging by his size, maybe football? Small beads of sweat trailed down his tan neck. I coughed suddenly and caught this mystery boy off guard. He set the weights down and turned to face me. His face was…. And the cheekbones. Kennedy. What? He’s pretty.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“No worries.” He stood up and used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face. Those abs. Good Lord. I blinked quickly to keep myself from staring. “I didn’t realize anyone was still here.”

“Oh. My parents are just enrolling me now. We moved here a few days ago from New York.”

“Cool. And you are?”

“Oh. Uh. I’m Kennedy.”

“Montgomery.” He nodded.

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renaxwrites · 4 years

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Hello! I'm anon, who always ask you about Nekoma manager! I have birthday on 20th of July. So can I ask you for scenario about Nekoma manager birthday? Something like: Nekoma team make surprise birthday party? And Miya, Oikawa, Kageyama and others manager fans and friends congratulate her? And if it's possible, can you send it 20th of July?

Manager’s Birthday

(Nekoma’s Manager Pt. 4)

a/n: omg happy birthday!! I don’t know who you are but ily and I hope you have a very great day this year!! Imagine sharing a birthday w Oikawa 👀 the power 😩 hope you enjoy lovebug <3 pt. 1 pt. 2 pt. 3 pt. 5

“Rrrr, it’s not that freaking HARD!! Just swing, snap, GROCK!!” Yaku was on his last nerve as he tried to, once again, have Lev and Yamamoto through their mini tiktok choreo they planned for you.

Your birthday was coming up, and the team wanted to throw you a surprise party! They began planning after making sure you were gone from the gym. The problem was, your special day was already next week, and the stress of party planning was starting to show.

So a plan was set up. Operation: “get-as-much-info-from-y/n-as-possible-to-plan-the-party” was in commence.

You had had a girls’ night with some of the managers from another schools, and it was made their secret mission to extract as much info out of you for this party. But all they got was:

A humble, “Honestly, I would just want to hang out with my friends. It doesn’t even matter where. What matters to me most is my team, you girls, and those who helped me get to this point. I probably wouldn’t even be sitting here if it wasn’t for all these people...”

But after much pleading from the others, you also express “I do miss some that I haven’t seen in a while, though. Like the guys from the training camp! It’d be nice to see them again if I could.”

While you were busy being lost in thought, the girls around the table began relaying your wishes to their respected team. The surprise party was then set in motion.

The night before your birthday, they had practice, but “convinced” you to come the next day:

You: Practice in the afternoon? Why not in the morning? And...why do you want me to wear something “extra pretty?”

Kuroo: So we can greet our manager goddess when the sun is high, and kiss the ground you walk on in appreciation of you being alive another year. Why else?

You: Kuroo, you could have you simply said “just cuz”. Bye.

Once it was confirmed that you left campus, the team began a rundown of the preparations for your party.

“Alright, are all the guests confirmed for tomorrow?” Kuroo pulls out a list, ready to check off tasks.

“Yup! I wrote down the names so we know how many things we need based off of that,” Kai relays.

“Perfect. Yamamoto, how’s the catering?”

“All ready to go, captain,” Yamamoto reports.

“Alright, so Shibayama and Fukunaga, you two can help him with that. That just leaves the music and decor. Yaku and Lev, you two can go with Coach to go pick them up and hang them tomorrow in the morning. Got it?”

“Got it,” Yaku said as he hovered over Lev, who had just been kicked in the rear for almost spoiling the surprise to you.

“Kenma, how’s that playlist coming?”

“It’s done already.”

Kuroo puts the list down in disbelief. “How’d you get her music taste that fast? It takes me weeks just to make a playlist for myself.”

“You’d be amazed as to how many hours of music she sent me after I sent ONE text of ‘can you send some music recommendations?’” Kenma simply states.

“Sounds fair. Alrighty boys, rest up! We have a precious manager to surprise and pamper tomorrow!”

“So you mean to tell me...these boys really went the extra mile to trick me today?! There’s no one here!” you cry out as you walk into the dark and empty gym. “Might as well just turn the lights on...”

You saunter over to the light switch and flick the power on. You almost pass out at the ginormous volume of the “SURPRISE!” that came right after.

“What the heck? You guysssss” you’re on the verge of tears as you take in the image before you. Everyone was here: your team, your friends, the players from the training camp...practically everyone you’ve ever had a conversation with.

Their were endless amounts of “happy birthdays” wished to you. A while later, the festivities were in full swing. Everyone began to mingle, giving you time to converse with everyone there.

“Hoshiumi! Sakusa!” You run up to the players who once stood up for you. “I haven’t seen you in so long! I missed y’all.” You give Hoshiumi a big hug. And knowing Sakusa’s boundaries, he gives you a light pat on the head, which you’ve grown to recognize as his way of a loving gesture.

“Nice to see you too. By the way, go collect your mans, looks like he’s already starting beef with the other setters,” Hoshiumi pointed out.

“‘My mans’? Starting beef? Who the heck-”

You turn to see three pretty setters being separated by Kuroo and Yaku. Way to start it off.

“By the rate you guys are going, I’m baffled you haven’t killed each other yet,” you laugh. Atsumu, Kageyama, and Oikawa all jump a bit in surprise.

One second of silence passes.

Immediately after, the three of them begin talking over each other, trying to get a word in on what their side of the story was.

You hold up a hand.

“I know it’s been a few months, but obviously this issue of ‘wanting to take me on a date’ isn’t going to be solved between you three, is it?”

They stared back at you. So was everyone else.

“Why don’t we take this to the court? What do you think, y/n?” You give Kuroo a look, and you instantly know what he’s brewing.

“I would be surprised if there wasn’t some type of match happening today. Everyone to the sidelines!”

“Alright, so it’s a mini tourney between the setters! The rules are simple. Teams of three, one setter each team. To make it even, Kenma will have his own team too.”

“Why?”

“Shush, Kenma, we’re making it even. It’s going to be a basic bracket. One set. Two teams play, then the other two. The winners play each other, leaving one team standing. Prize? A date with y/n!”

“You’re really selling me off, aren’t you Kuroo?” you point out.

“Not if Kenna’s team wins, kitten. Yaku and I will be on his team, so don’t worry your pretty little head.”

A coin was flipped, deciding that the would face off first. Oikawa with Iwa and Matsukawa on one side. Kenma, Kuroo, and Yaku on the other.

Ultimately, the Nekoma side gave their all, and so did the Seijoh side. However, Nekoma has pulled the win. Oikawa sink to his knees in loss, while Iwaizumi apologized to you profusely for “that embarrassing piece of trash”.

The same situation happened with Karasuno and Atsumu. Kageyama chose Hinata and Tanaka to fight with him. Atsumu had brought his brother along, but also borrowed Sakusa for a third member. (“Atsumu you owe me a month’s worth of hand sanitizer.”)

The tension between the two setters was strong. But having more experience in tournaments allowed Atsumu to pull the win.

As Kageyama walked off the court, you decided to shoot him a text from the other side. He looks down at his phone, then at you, quickly replying.

You did great, Tobio-kun!

Thanks y/n. I’d still like to spend time with you, even if it’s not a date.

Of course! This match didn’t change anything :)

As Kenma and Atsumu’s team were getting ready to face off, a certain owl-head brought you a snack. “They had some popcorn over there, figured it was perfect for this show. Hey AKAASHI! Come over, Y/N and I have front row!!”

“Thanks Bokuto,” you munch on the treat nervously. You’d be lying if you were curious to see how this would turn out.

The match was long. No one minded, as everyone was invested in the ups and downs of each team. But in a shocking play, Atsumu was too quick for Kenma’s calculations. That point lead to their victory.

“Guess you’re on your own, y/n. I’d protect you further but my hunger overrules,” Kuroo shrugs and walks off to get one food.

“So, how’d I look?” Atsumu came over to you, smirking.

“Well, you beat Nekoma. I like to keep my promises, so plan us a date and I’ll go with you.”

“Sure thing, babes.”

“Isn’t it a bit early for nicknames?” you banter with the blonde twin.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it by the end of today. Happy birthday, angelface.”

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twinkleallnight · 3 years

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A Twisted Tale

Chapter 4

Book: The Royal Romance AU

Word count: 2422

Characters: Liam, Drake, Riley, Olivia.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: None

A/N: We are participating in @wackydrabbles prompt 86: “Have you lost your mind” that appears in bold.

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An AU of The Royal Romance paving it's way through mixed emotions of wants, needs and desires, of revenge and regrets, of trust, faith and hope.

A joint venture brought to you with love by @twinkleallnight and @annekebbphotography

Olivia's PoV

Aunt Lucretia stands beside me, looking up at me proudly. She has helped me in preparing for my dinner date with Liam.

"You sure don't want to stay back until I return? You may be interested in all the things that happened around?"

She gives me a loving smile, "You have a nice time, my dear. I somehow can't tolerate the Rhys blood in my vicinity."

"Now you are overreacting aunty."

"I am not." She snarled. "The Rhys dynasty has always been unfair to the Nevrakis clan. From times unknown, they have exploited the strength and valour of our people to rule their land."

"Do you think Liam is any different? They say he is compassionate to his people unlike his father."

"Have you lost your mind? They are all the same. Try taking away the throne from him and he will show his true colours." She fumes in anger but the next moment she speaks to me in a composed tone. "Remember Olivia, what they did to my sister and your mother. They reduced our family line to the extent that we are the only two left to bear the name. Don't let your aim be deterred by this boy's few sugar coated words."

"I will not forget what you have taught me aunt." I reassure her.

"Now I need to leave before your party comes."

It is late in the evening as I stand on the terrace of my Chateau looking at the golden Sun hanging on the horizons. The sequins on my dress shimmer delicately in its fading light. I am ready, waiting for Liam when unknowingly, I leave a cold sigh. The loneliness creeps over at such times and nibbles over my train of thoughts. It brings back the painful memories of the time when I was left alone after my parents assassination.

Aunt Lucretia has already left. I ponder the way she behaved today. It's difficult to understand her sometimes. She visits me often, she is there for me, she tells me stories about my parents. But she never stays around.

The sound of footsteps behind me bring me back to the present. Fiona, my chambermaid comes to inform me of the arrival of the king. I pat my hand on the parapet, as if telling the bricked wall to keep my secrets safe until I return. A quick check in the mirror and then I sway down to the great hall to meet Liam.

I see him staring at the portrait of my forefather, Diavolos Nevrakis in the hall.

"Are you asking some dating tips from Diavolos?"

He turns and smirks at me. "Nope... I don't need it. I have Leo remember."

"They are poles apart. Just to brush up your memory, Diavolos' extraordinary courage swept away your great grandma Kenna's heart. He was loyal, Leo cannot stay with one woman for more than a week. I really doubt what you are going to be if you consider Leo as your teacher.

He chuckles as he turns to look at me completely. "If I remember correctly, Kenna ended up with my great grandpa Dom. But anyway, Leo is not that bad. He has a way with ladies. He might surprise you."

"That's the point. Nevrakis never got a chance to be with Rhys even after all the love, care and loyalty they showed."

I waddle my finger between both of us. "What chances do we have Liam?"

He walks closer to me. "Right now? None!" He looks at me with a stern look on his face. Was he hurt or angry? I have never seen Liam like this. "You have to let me in... Stop pushing me away and I will give you all of me. Only then do we have a chance."

"And it starts with dinner today?"

"Olivia, this is your only chance. I am serious. I care about you, but I need to move on if this isn't what you want." His voice is laced with hurt. "And don't lie to me....." He pauses as if he is trying to find a way to say 'I will always find out the truth.'

I smile and advance to him, holding his arm into my hands. " What has gotten into you Liam. You never were so harsh."

I need to keep this under control. I cannot let him go astray with the new blue eyed beauty he has found.

Liam pours out his feelings. "I just feel like my heart is out there and you don't feel the same. I have to protect myself."

"From me? I say wide eyed.

"From heartbreak. I will be honest. I feel attracted to Riley. I want to see where things can go. I will not lead either of you on, but you need to know that I won't take your hot and cold anymore."

My blood boils at the name of the American brunette but I keep my emotions under control.

Instead I show him that I am hurt, I know the way to soften his heart. I look at him with sad, glossy eyes. "Liam, so much for our years of bonding? You know her since what? Five days? And we have known each other since I was five years old."

I know he will take a U- turn with this

He cannot see me hurt like that.

He reaches out and strokes my cheek with his thumb. "Liv, we have been friends for years and never did you show me any sign that you wanted more than friends. Not until I showed up with Riley....." He moves his hand away and I somehow already miss his touch. "There is something about her that has me captivated and I want to get to know her. Maybe just as friends."

"I understand Li." I use his short name for the first time in years. Now I need to have some excuse. My mind is running out of ideas fast. I just blurt out. "I had my reasons to keep you away Li." I try to develop some intimacy by placing my palm softly over his broad chest. "Let's give this a chance. Seriously this time."

"We can see how it goes." Something in his eyes tells me he is hesitant. What has happened since we got here? I keep my fears aside and curl my hand around his elbow and bean at him. "Take me for our date."

"It would be my pleasure." He gives a meek smile and I feel my heart sinking. Have I already lost this battle? I respond with a brighter smile and we walk out into the cold evening.

He helps me into one of the SUVs, and then instructs the driver. "Let's go have dinner." He is not the same Liam as he always is. I feel like he is distant. I have to fix this or my plan won't work.

At the restaurant, getting out, he walks over to help me out of the car.

I look at the signboard of the restaurant and then I smile at him. "You remembered?"

I feel a knot inside. He remembers my favourite eating place.

"I did." He shrugs. "I remember everything about you." He takes my hand and leads me into the restaurant.

I feel the knot tighten with those words. 'Focus Olivia. Don't fall for the sugar coated words' aunt Lucretia's warning resonates in my mind.

We sit at the table and Liam gives me a sweet smile, but there is something on his mind.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Just admiring the beautiful view."

I turn around to check the view behind me. There is just a wall.. I look back at him puzzled.

He chuckles and raises his brow at me. "What are you looking at? You are my beautiful view..."

I feel the heat rising up my cheeks.

'This is not how it was supposed to be'. "How many times have you used those lines?"

"Wouldn't you like to know. Just take the compliment."

"I am not used to such compliments Liam. Unlike you I have not had a chance to date. My life is like an open book in front of you." I laugh inside at the contrast in the last comment I made. Still to keep up the game I nod politely. "Thank you anyways."

He stares at me silently and I have no idea what to think. It's as if he is looking right through me. "Liv, you need to accept and love yourself then you will see that other people care and love you." He reaches his hand out and cups my cheek. "You don't even realize how beautiful you are." He runs his thumb along my cheek.

I shiver at his touch. I curl my fingers around his hand and gently pull it away from my cheek. I need to breathe. I need to remember why I am here. I cover his hand with both my hands, I cannot let him go. The way he is treating me is cluttering my mind with so many questions. Oh Lord! Help me! I clear my throat and try to stay in the moment. " I will try. From now. " I barely complete a sentence.

This is not going to be easy I realise. I need to speak to keep up the conversation.

"Why me?" I blurt out.

"Why not...." He pulls his hand back and takes a sip of his drink. "I.... I Can't....." the waiter shows up and Liam stops talking giving him his order.

I keep staring at him. Is he really the son of Constantine? How can he be so loving when his father was so cruel? It's like a tug of war playing between my heart and my mind.

'The Rhys blood is all the same' aunt Lucretia's voice echoes again in my mind. I straighten up to be in my character.

He says something and I realise I have been staring at him all this time and missed out on his talk.

"Huh?"

"What would you like to eat." He raises his brow.

"Why? You don't remember what I like to eat?" I tease him and that brings in a sense of satisfaction.

'Okay Olivia try to keep it platonic and you may be able to sail through this successfully.' I make a fresh resolution.

"I was just checking. You seem too far away for a moment." He gives my order to the waiter.

We keep having small casual talk as the food is served. I keep picking myself from falling for his charm all the time.

As we finish our desserts I try to continue normal chit chat. "How are things at work? Now that you have a new…'assistant'." I air quote.

"We haven't started yet. She will only start on Monday. But from what I have heard and seen, she will make my life a lot easier." He smiles as he looks out the window.

I feel a sting of jealousy even if I brought her up in our talks. "Easier? You mean we will be able to spend more time together?"

"I will have a lot of free time on my hand." He doesn't give me a direct answer.

"Hmm. I would like to see what you plan to do with that time."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "You will see soon enough."

"Liam, you do understand that if we are trying to be together, there should not be any hidden plans in between."

I am hiding my true motives and asking him to have a transparent relation. How ironic!

"I am not hiding anything. You will see what I spend my time on. That is me being honest."

"I like where this is going." I give him a sly smile and he grins back at me.

"I knew you would." He gets up holding his hand out to me.

I slip my hand into his as he clasps his other hand over it and pulls me into him. "Care to go on a long drive?"

His calm ocean blue eyes boring into me, I manage to give a slight nod.

He tucks my hand into the crook of his elbow and we walk out to his SUV.

The driver stands there but Liam signals him aside and himself opens the door for me. He then instructs the driver and rounds up to settle down beside me. The SUV wheels through the dark roads of Lythikos.

I feel the touch of Liam's fingers on my hand. I look down at my hand that is now covered with his and then I look up at him. He smiles at me and I reciprocate. As he feels encouraged with my welcoming smile, he entwined his fingers in mine. He makes small circles moving up my arm, causing the tingling on my skin.

"Where are we headed to?" I ask to distract him.

"The palace? I thought we could spend some more time together." I know he is still not convinced and I have to make him believe.

"Sure, why not."

We spend the next hour in each other's company, Liam murmuring sweet nothings and I, accepting his advances.

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Liam's POV

We are finally back at the palace. The time I spent with Olivia was very eye opening, she’s still guarded, but for right now I need to figure out what it is I am actually feeling. It has always just been Olivia and then this blue eyed brunette came crashing into my life and now my feelings are all over the place.

I left Olivia at her room even though she wanted me to stay. I just couldn’t. What the hell is wrong with me? I have always wanted Olivia and now I have my chance, but something is just telling me that why did it take me to bring another girl around for Olivia to finally open up to me. Why didn’t she open up to me all those times that I have made my intentions pretty clear.

I fall down on my bed as I stare at the ceiling, every time I close my eyes I see Olivia’s green eyes staring back at me and as I move closer the most dazzling blue eyes replace Olivia's and I can’t help being pulled into her even more.

I shoot up from the bed grabbing a shirt. “I need to talk to Riley. I need to know if it’s just me feeling this way.”

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fandom-imagines-stories · 3 years

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Lesson Number 173: Grief can change with age, but it doesn’t get any easier

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If he had known what was in the letter, he wouldn’t have been in such a hurry. He wouldn’t have tossed it on the bed and continued about his business without a second thought. It wasn’t until Maxon heard his wife’s wailing cry that he halted his work immediately and sprinted back into her room.

America was leaned over like she’d been hit, the letter clutched in her right hand as she used her left to hold onto the bed. Maxon was barely able to get to her before she fully collapsed.

“My dear, what is it? What’s happened?” He held her tightly as she put the letter into his hand, shielding her face from it.

“I-it’s from James. It’s Kenna. S-she’s dead.”

“What?” Maxon’s eyes scanned the letter. A few of the words had smudged from what appeared to be tears falling onto the page. Cardio problems. Just like her father.

“J-just like Dad. It’s just like Dad.” She sobbed. “Oh god and it’s almost Christmas. She was so young. Why now? H-how can this happen? How can this…” Her cries became hysterical again, making it impossible to speak.

“I don’t know, darling.” He whispered, gently rubbing soothing circles up and down her back. “I’m so sorry.” Those words couldn’t even begin to convey what he meant. How he wished he could take this grief from her, or at least shoulder some of it. While he was fond of Kenna and was saddened at the thought of James and her two children, he knew that his grief was nothing compared to the hole that would be left in America’s heart.

Once she had calmed herself down, the two were informed that her mother was already at the palace, having received the letter just prior to her. America rushed to her without a moment’s hesitation. Magda was practically inconsolable, burying herself in her daughter’s embrace the moment they collided. Maxon watched on as a quiet bystander, unsure whether or not to approach. Of course, Magda had always treated him well, but he felt his presence would not aid in her comfort.

However, the second she saw him, she pulled her into a tight hug. He had no words he could say to her, but she seemed to understand his sympathies. Pulling away, she laid a hand on his cheek, examining his face for a moment before once again bursting into sobs. He couldn’t imagine the poor woman’s pain. To lose her husband and her child in such similar ways, at the same time of year- it was enough to break any woman. But he knew Magda was strong and she would find a way to face this with the help of her remaining daughters.

America quickly led her up to her room and Maxon saw to it that all of the servants were informed of the situation and were not to disturb Her Majesty or his mother-in-law until May arrived.

“Do you want us to tell the princes and princess?” One maid asked.

“Oh god, the children.” Maxon sighed, running a hand down his face. “No, no, I’ll tell them. Just inform me as soon as the queen’s sister arrives.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.” She curtseyed and hurried off to relay the message to the others. He just hoped none of his children overheard before he could get to them.

It was a small mercy that May was not on one of her travels. She was close to Angeles when she was told the news, so it did not take long after Magda arrived for her to walk through the palace doors. Maxon was not first to greet her. Instead, it was a bubbly Eadlyn- overjoyed to see one aunt, having no idea that she had lost the other. May took her excitement with grace, keeping her chin up and a small smile on as long as she could.

“May?” Maxon started down the entryway and she ran to meet him, falling into a hug. “I’m so so sorry.”

“I just can’t believe it.” She cried, trying to keep a brave face in front of Eadlyn. “I keep waiting for her to walk in and pull me into one of her hugs.” She brushed away falling tears. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“Come, they’re waiting for you.” He started to usher her to the stairs when he heard a quiet, confused voice.

“Dad?” Eadlyn watched him with wide, confused eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Eady, could you find your siblings please?” He gave her a reassuring smile, though even he wasn’t sure how convincing it was. “I need to talk to all of you.”

He proceeded with May up to the queen’s suite and gently knocked on the door. With a quiet ‘Come in,’ he opened the door and May’s brave face fell apart.

“May,” America cried, holding out her arm to her youngest sister. With Magda on one side and May crawling to her other, Maxon gave his wife a simple supportive nod before closing the door.

“Where’s mommy?” Osten tugged on the sleeve of Maxon’s suit, his bright eyes staring up at him. “I want to tell her something.”

“Mommy’s busy now.”

“Dad.” Ahren started with concern. He and Eadlyn were watching him carefully as if they were trying to read his thoughts. He motioned to his room.

“Come with me.” Gathering the four children at the edge of his bed, Osten and Kaden sat on the floor while the twins stood, their curious and worried eyes burning into him.

“Okay, dad, you’re scaring me.” Eadlyn said, crossing her arms. “What’s wrong with mom? Why was Aunt May so upset?”

“Is Mommy sad?”

“Yes, Osten, Mommy is very sad.” Maxon kept himself as composed as possible, but with four pairs of eyes watching his every move and ears hold onto his every word, it was difficult to find exactly what to say. He looked at each of them before taking a deep breath. “Your mother received a letter this morning. Your Aunt Kenna died last night.”

Eadlyn immediately stiffened, as if bracing herself for anything emotion that was to come. Always the tough one. Sometimes Maxon worried that he’d made her too tough. Ahren ran a hand down his face and blew out a long breath.

“What about Astra and Leo?” He asked.

“Your mother and I will see to it that your Uncle James and your cousins have everything they need.” Maxon answered very steadily, though his children could see that he felt this loss more than he was showing them. Kaden blinked away tears and Ahren put his hands on his shoulders. It was Osten that surprised Maxon the most.

His youngest was only seven. He only had a vague idea of what death really meant. He couldn’t understand that he would never see Aunt Kenna again or understand why his mother was so sad. But he must have understood enough. The young prince slowly got to his feet and walked up to his father, looked into his tearful eyes, and pulled him into a hug.

The other children soon joined, crawling onto the bed with him and wrapping their father in a comforting embrace. When the servants came to ask him about funeral preparations, they found him asleep, his four loving children curled up on either side.

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dokoni-mo · 4 years

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Far Away, Together || Darth Vader x Reader

(A/N: Hello all! This is my first post on tumblr and I am so excited to share my fic with all you lovely people!!! I used to write alot, but haven’t in some time. Since I am renewing my love for star wars, I thought that I would do a little something for my favorite man of all time: Vader!!! A big thanks to Kenna for helping to inspire me to write again (you know who you are :))) ). This is chapter one of a series of about 10 chapters I plan to write. Please enjoy and feel free to ask to be added to the tag list!! also, not my gif)

WARNINGS: mentions of a TIE crash, some cursing

Key: (F/N) = first name (L/N) = last name

Word Count: ~3600

Edit: Link to Chapter Two: [x]

Life on the Super Star Destroyer was exactly the same as the ship looked on the outside: cold, dull, and gray. Color? What’s that? Life? Never heard of it.

No one ever really stopped to mingle with one another, even for a brief, courteous “hello!” or “hey, how’s it going?”. These types of action were seen as unnecessary and not impactful to squashing out the rebellion, as well as to eliminating any sign of hope that one day the Empire will just cease to exist, leaving everyone alone. Everything and everyone had a purpose within the Empire. Everyone had their own job, and heaven forbid that you are somehow unable to do that job. Any failure was seen as weakness, and the Empire had no use for weakness amongst its ranks. These were the fundamental truths of working under the Empire.

Being a mechanic wasn’t so bad. You got to do what you loved to do, so what’s so bad about that? Sure, you had very little contact with the outside world (aside from the occasional news briefing or smuggled-in holovid), you had very few acquaintances, and you were always just referred to as last name only, but all of these could be overlooked. You wake up, put on your drab, gray-green uniform, go to work, then go back to your quarters, rinse and repeat every day of every week. A nice little routine for your nice little job on the nice little imperial vessel.

To say you blended in with the crowd was wrong. Everyone blended in with the crowd, so to say you blended in with the crowd was diagnosing yourself with special-snowflake syndrome. There was no individuality within the Empire. There was only the Empire, the usage of names only a formality or a way to get one’s attention. Despite this, due to human nature, those serving would often try to attempt some sort of individuality. Female officers would have a signature way of pulling back their hair, troopers would talk in different made-up accents, and some even gave themselves tattoos. You, however, found your individuality within your work.

When fixing something, you would often put your own spin on how you bring said thing back to its former glory. Fixing a speederbike? Lets rewire the wires so that they make a nice, pretty zig-zag pattern. This will help it steer a bit better, anyway. Fixing a blaster with a faulty trigger? Why not add a new cooling system just to be nice. Fixing a TIE? Oh boy, the possibilities are endless.

This may be what has allowed you to rise through the ranks so quickly as a mechanic. There was seemingly nothing that you couldn’t inflict your midas touch upon. Plop anything down on your workbench and it's a guarantee that it will be fixed.

On the other hand, it may just be dumb luck. This is ultimately what you thought. You were just merely doing your job, trying to not cause any trouble for yourself, just like everyone else you worked with. It just so happened to be you that the Empire had noticed.

It was this attention that landed you this new assignment.The news had come suddenly and almost unexpectedly. Pack your bags, (F/N), you're out of the Endor research station and now on a one-way ticket to the Super Star Destroyer. Of course, there was no one around to pat you on the back when you got the news, and certainly no one to say congratulations. You did that yourself that night by treating yourself to an extra ration.

If you were anyone else within the Empirical army, you would be over the moon about working on this ship. But, you felt no emotion towards the subject. It was just another job, what’s so special about it?

You quickly learned the answer to that.

Him.

He made the entire aura of the ship much tenser than any other research station or star destroyer that you had ever been on. People were not kidding when they said that his entire presence dripped with authority and power. To defy him, was to defy the Empire. To fail him, was to fail the Empire. It also always meant a loss of your life by the point of his saber.

You remember the first time that you saw him with your own eyes, not just an image from a news briefing or the picture you formed in your head when you heard the stories. You were lined up along with all of your new fellow troopers, officers, and mechanics, your hands firmly by your sides and your chin held up high, your eyes the only part allowed to move. He had been returning from some sort of escapade, and it was time for another customary formal greeting for him.

He was hard to miss when the door to the shuttle had touched the cold, hard ground. Everything about him was massive, intimidating. Dressed head to toe in black, his frame resembling a man but his features that of a droid. Despite the layers upon layers of armor and clothing, you could tell his muscles were nothing to bat an eye at. His shoulderspan looked like it could be twice your own, and his hands look like they could wrap around your waist and crush you in to a million tiny pieces at any second. Hot.

As he walked past you, you could feel the floor vibrate with menacing trembles as he took each step. His breathing was enrapturing, filling up your ears like it was there to live rent-free. When he finally spoke (a simple “Good, admiral”), you could feel the bass right in the middle of your chest. His voice was encapsulating, surrounding you with it's deep, authoritative, encompassing demeanor. Even hotter.

Yes, Darth Vader was quite the interesting character. But, he was not the one, you had decided, to try and become buddy-buddy with. Far too risky. Instead, you would carry on as normal: do your job, and don’t get in anyone’s way. You have done this for years, and a change of scenery with a far more intimidating boss wouldn't change that.

Except when it did.

The day (you believed that it was day, at least. It was hard to keep track of time in the middle of space on a giant floating mouse cursor) was as simple as ever. You woke up, ate your breakfast rations, then went straight to work. They had you fixing a few blasters and comms that day. How exciting.

You almost didn't hear the sound of the sirens when they went off, nor how the room suddenly was flashing red. When you had finally came-to, the sound of a highly distressed officer was over the hangar’s comm system.

“Everyone clear the bridge now! Lord Vader is coming in hot!”

Coming in hot? You wondered what that had meant. Of course, you knew what that meant, but this was Lord Vader we were talking about. He was the best pilot in the whole Empirical fleet. He never crashed, you had thought.

Despite your judgement, you put down your tools and started to run along with the other mechanics. They seemed just as confused as you were, awkwardly trying to shuffle out of their stations into somewhere safe. Quietly slipping past the small crowd, you found refuge on the other side of the doorway you were in, finding a place to watch within one of the windows.

Looking up to the stars that made up the tail-end wall of your workplace, you were almost shocked to see that the officer over the comm wasn’t hallucinating. Lord Vader’s TIE was, indeed, coming in hot. A noticeable plumage of smoke followed in his wake, as well as the occasional burst of sparks and the odd chunk of metal falling off. The noise that TIE made when it passed through the barrier was unholy, making you wince right before you had jumped in your polished boots. Lord Vader’s TIE crashed right on the floor of your workspace, skidding along and spinning not before crashing into several unfinished projects and stopping just before the doorway you had been standing in.

Oh, maker. He’s dead.

That was your only thought as the smoke and dust around the TIE settled in the air. The smoke was occasionally illuminated by the sparks coming out of the ship. This was definitely not a pretty scene. That TIE was busted.

A twinge of some sort of odd emotion rippled through you as you saw the tip of a red stream of light pierced through the metal of the broken TIE. It made a large circle motion before shrinking back inside. Moments later, the circle had been thrown off, flying past the group of mechanics that had begun to shuffle awkwardly back into the hangar to inspect the scene for themselves. You had joined them as the circle was discarded off of the TIE, the wind making a strand of your hair raise.

He stepped out of the burning pile of metal mess moments later. A small amount of smoke radiated off of his body as his boots collided with the ground. His shoulders were raised, his left fist in a ball as his right held on firmly to his weapon. He offered no one any explanation as he marched his way to the medical bay, an air of contempt and loathing following him.

They had let you off to lunch early that day. The smoke from the TIE could be toxic, and they needed some time to clear out the hangar before everyone could get back to work.

You ate your ration in silence as everyone around you murmured their theories and rumors about the incident that had occurred about an hour earlier. There was no need to speculate, in your eyes, and the only people you talked with were out on some other assignment. Silence kept you company, anyhow.

Your peaceful lunch, however, was eventually rudely interrupted by some rude, old geezer. His uniform adorned many different patches and pins, so you figured he had to be some sort of presiding, know-it-all, experienced officer. The lines in his face only made him look more stern and stuck up than he sounded, his lips pursed as he eyed the datapad he held whilst he stood in front of your lunch table.

“(L/N), I presume, yes? Our newest mechanic from Endor?” the old man questioned, his dark eyes flicking back and forth between you and your glowing blue picture.

“Yes, sir. That’s me.” you responded, sitting up to offer some sort of respect to the officer.

The old man turned off his datapad with that, folding his arms behind his back as he addressed you fully. “Well, Miss (L/N), I do hope that your current assignment holds no sentimental value to you. You are being reassigned with a very important alternative, effective immediately.”

“Immediately?” you questioned, “I apologize sir, I don’t quite-”

“Your new assignment, Miss (L/N), is to repair Lord Vader’s TIE. I assume you bore witness to his entrance earlier today.” said the old officer, cutting you off. “Lord Vader’s ship is of utmost importance to the Empire, and we only assign our best to repair it when needed. We have already removed your previous assignment from your station and place Lord Vader’s TIE in its place.”

Before you could get another word out, the officer turned on his heel to leave, only giving you a side glance over his shoulder as he continued, “You should be pleased, Miss (L/N). You just became one of our finest mechanics.”

~~~

You only saw a heaping pile of garbage that was vaguely shaped like a TIE Advanced x1 at your station when you returned. The ship was mangled beyond repair. Aside from the gaping hole in the center of the fighter, the wings were gnashed beyond recognition, many of the metal plates lining the surface either gone or melted, the wires that snaked along the inside of the craft were now on the outside, and it still hadn’t stopped smoking completely.

You couldn't hide your expression as you walked around the TIE. Why the hell would you even try and repair this hunk of shit? you thought to yourself, Just get a new TIE, I’m sure the Empire can afford it.

You contemplated on going back and finding that old man that gave you the assignment and asking him to repeat it back to you. Whoever wanted this thing repaired was a madman at best. Sighing, you reminded yourself of your virtues. Do your job, don’t get in the way. And, this was your new job.

You had no idea on where to start.

~~~

It was long past quitting hours when you heard the doors to the hangar open.

You were perched on top of the broken down TIE, your jacket long since discarded. You were left only in your boots, pants, tanktop, and goggles as you heard heavy footsteps draw closer to your station.

You paused briefly from your welding to listen to the footsteps for a brief moment. You pondered for a short time on whether or not to address the person walking towards you, but decided against it. You figured that they were just some trooper or other mechanic sneaking out for a midnight walk or snack. Although you were loyal to the Empire, you were no snitch to your fellow troop. You resumed your welding after your judgement had ended.

You continued to listen, however, and noticed how the footsteps had ended very close to your station. Listening past the sound of your welding, your heart almost jumped out your throat and hitched a ride to the outer-rim when you noticed an all-too-familiar sound.

That breathing.

To make sure that your ears were not playing tricks on you, you stopped your welding and peeked over the top of the TIE. Sure enough, there he was, staring up at you without a word, without even moving one muscle. Your blood ran cold.

“L-Lord Vader!” You called down as you scurried to put down your tools, pushing your goggles up to rest on your sweat-gleamed forehead. You landed on the ground with a thunk as you slid down the TIE, hurriedly walking over to address the Dark Lord properly.

Standing so close to him forced you to notice the height and size difference between the two of you. He was tall, so tall that you had to almost crane your neck to look him in the eyes of his mask. His frame dwarfed yours in every way, making you feel so, so small and weak compared to him. As the sith looked down at you, you couldn't help but feel his real eyes behind the mask bare into you, almost as if he were looking right into the fiber of your being. You swallowed thickly but silently, forgetting that you were out of uniform in front of the Emperor's right hand.

“I-I apologize, my Lord, I did not hear you come in over the sound-”

“Is it not past active hours for your department, mechanic?” He interjected, interrogating you. You felt your cheeks gain a touch of rouge out of embarrassment. You had barely even noticed that it was so late, that almost all of the lights in the hangar had gone dim.

“Yes, my Lord, it is. But, I had-”

“You need not explain yourself to me, mechanic. I have come here for a report on the damage to my ship. If you will so generously supply me with that, perhaps I will overlook your discrepancies tonight.” He said to you, his head tilting to the side. The eyes of his helmet never left your frame as he spoke to you. His authority made a shiver run down your spine, your breath hitch. He could kill you at any moment's notice, and you both knew that.

“Yes. Yes, of course, my Lord.” You responded quietly. It was then you finally dared to let your gaze fall off of the menacing, tall figure before you. Turning on your heel, you looked up at the broken down craft before you, pressing a hand against the cool metal. “Well, my Lord, I will not dare lie to you. This fighter is in real bad shape. Her left wing is almost completely non-existent, her guns are unrecognizable, and her central computer has been totally fried. Her engine received a great amount of damage as well, and it looks like all of her spark igniters and thrusters will need to be replaced. This is all, of course, not to mention the damage to her framework.”

You had circled around the TIE absentmindedly as you spoke, your hand gliding over the jagged surface of the craft. Vader’s gaze followed your diminutive frame as you paced about. You could feel the eyes of his mask follow you with every footstep. Were it not for the continuous babbling on about damages, you would be shitting a brick right about now.

“And how do you plan to proceed with these repairs, mechanic?” He asked you, a hint of his temper and curiosity poking through.

“Well,” you retorted, looking at him once more, right in the face, “In order to proceed with anything, I have to get the central computer back online and running. That way, I will be able to talk to her better, and maybe even run a diagnostic for any damages that I haven’t caught yet. After that will be the repairs to the wing, which I will likely have to build from scratch from other scrapped TIEs. Once that is complete, repairs to the frame will begin, then onto the guns and engine. This may change, however, if I am able to run that diagnostic, my lord.”

The way you held yourself in front of the sith lord was certainly a pleasant surprise. Lord Vader was used to his subordinates making a vain attempt to make the situation sound better to him so that he would be pleased. You, however, did not shy away from cutting to the chase and telling Vader how it was. He felt a twinge of appreciation bubble deep, deep down inside him. He always did value someone who truly knew their way around a ship or two.

Vader took a glance at the mess of his TIE Advanced then back to you before he spoke again. You had refused to take your eyes off him again.

“I understand,” he rumbled out, placing his large hands on their respective sides of his belt, “I presume that these repairs will take a small while.”

His words were spoken as a statement, but you knew he was asking.

“Yes, Lord Vader,” you said, nodding in affirmation, “They indeed will, but I will do all in my power to have her running again just like new.” You couldn't help but flash a small, quick smile at the end of your positivity.

Vader stared down at you for a brief moment before speaking again, the sound of his steady breath winding around you once again.

“Good,” he finally said, “I expect no less from you, mechanic. I will come here again periodically, and I expect a full report of progress for each of my visitations. Do I make myself clear? Do not fail me.”

“Of course, my Lord. I will do exactly as you wish” you replied, giving him a firm nod as you stood at attention. Quickly, you relaxed your pose, letting your gaze fall once more and your body to turn to resume your work.

Vader, however, stood completely still. He was not done with you quite yet.

“Your name.” Vader said flatly, with a hint of demand.

This sent a jolt through you. You shot your gaze back to the sith, your hand gently clutching one of your tools, applying just enough strength to keep it from falling.

“P-pardon, my Lord?”

“Your name, mechanic. I wish to know your name.”

You licked your bottom lip hurriedly. You prayed that he couldn't notice your cheeks tint pink.

“It's (L/N), my Lord-”

“I know that, Miss (L/N). I wish to know your full name. Do not make me ask again.”

You almost burst out laughing. He had to be joking. This was the first time in years that someone had asked you for your first name. You were surprised that you even still remembered it.

“It’s… It’s (F/N), my Lord. (F/N) (L/N).”

Another pause from him, along with another long staring contest between the two of you. Was his breathing always this loud?

After an eternity, he spoke once more, “I have full faith in you, Miss (F/N) (L/N). It is not everyday I have the privilege to converse with one of your skill level and courage.”

With that, he was done. He stepped to the right, turned, and walked to the door, leaving without another look or word. You stared at the door for a long moment before looking at the floor, replaying the past events in your head, letting his words plague your mind over and over like a broken record.

Was that a compliment?

No, of course not, you had convinced a majority of yourself.

With a sigh, you climbed back up to the top of the broken TIE, seated on your perch again. You adorned your goggles once more, telling yourself just a little more before you retired for the night.

Little did you know, this was only the first interesting night of many to come.

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