#Andrew's hair is a nightmare

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Whatever. Brooks siblings attack. Leaves again goodbye everyone see yall in like fifty-five business days when i draw smth postable again

#scov.art #fnaf: hauntings of the past au #originally gave cassidy the surname andrews as a fun lil reference/easter egg so shes a child of divorce now #andrew’s hair was a fucking nightmare adult mick’s face was a fucking nightmare ty cassidy for giving me 0 issues #also rare happy healthy cassidy look at her #cassidy fnaf #fnaf cassidy #fnaf andrew #andrew fnaf #michael brooks #yay. anyways #look at what you did william you fucked up a perfectly good family

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「 SUMMARY 」 — blowjobs in the backseat of andrew’s car in the church car park

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], mentions of religious procecussion, catholic!reader x catholic!hozier, oral sex [ male recieving ], facials, cumshot male orgasm

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the night had always brought peace in your life. it was the one time where you felt you could be your most authentic self, free from the pressures of the church, fromm the llering eyes of parishioners, of their judgemental stares and gossip. not that you were one to even stir any trouble or anything that would warrant their stares. why you, the church girl, the innocent doe with rosery in one and and veil shielding your eyes from any scrutiny.

yet, they still stare, still shun you for your love. despite your devotion to christ, your devotion to andrew outweighed it in thousands. he was the first to not judge, to not stare with glaring hate in your direction, but affection, the muddy green of his irises bore nothing but adoration. his hands gentle in their caresses of your skin, even in passing in the pews, always respectful, always gentle.

even now, positioned on your knees as you were so commonly used to in the church pews, however your lord was not looking down on you with praise, for in his place was andrew,. mouth agape with shallow breaths, as your lips worked magic around him. he knew the church would shame him, you moreso. for without the sanctity of marriage the two of you were engaging in nothing but common sin, the two of you knew that, however, the feeling would not stop, nor did you want it to.

with your lips wrapped around andrew, taking him inch by inch as he delved deeper into sin, fingers tightening in the soft strands of your hair, entangling him like a wicked serpent.

“oh darlin’” he hummed, head thrown back in a fit of pleasure. he adored it. he adored you. the mossy green irises flickered down at you every so often, watching as you swallowed his length with a soft mumble and a moan, avoiding his gaze with a heated tint rising on your cheeks

his hand would fall from your hair, smoothing down your cheek, trailing down your jawline until gingerly resting under your chin, tilting up your head ever so slightly to meet his eyes. He bore adoration and love for you, for this pleasure he was so happy and grateful to receive from you. in this moment you did not care what the church was to think, in this moment your lord held no power over you. andrew;s completely overshadows any presence your lord ever had.

the moonlight, hidden through cracks in the treeline caressed his skin so wonderfully, a glossy sheen of sweat and rain reflected off his skin and through the windows, he looked ethereal bathed in the moonlight, the harsh shadows of night obscuring his features aside from his lips and the tip of his nose whenever he’d let out a pleasured moan.

how he’d throw his head back, lips parting with a moan as you could see the bob of his adam’s apple ripple with his throat as the euphoric sound pared his lips. you’d sink your lips lower around him, feeling him nestle comfortably in the back of your throat, his cock throbbing against the flat of your tongue on the verge of release

“darlin’ please i…i’m so close”

his teeth gritted, grinding together as pleasure courses through him. as your cheeks hollowed, drawing him in deeper, taking all he had to offer.

“oh fuck-” he pulled out with a soft grunt.

his cum adored your face and neck, pearlescent under the moonlight. the sight only accentuated your beauty even in such a state of undress, you looked like an angel, sent down from heaven just for him. he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty for corrupting such a beautiful, innocent creature such as yourself. he couldn’t bare to think of the scrutiny you’d face if the church were to ever find out. Even if they were, andrew would not allow them to shame you, for he would bare the brunt of it to save you from ridicule, save you from the jeers and jusdgement.

“c’mere, love…” he pulled you from the floor, gingerly placinging you into his lap, his softening cock prodding the back of your thigh with dull pulses. the familiar irish twang of his voice echoed in your ears, accompanied by a subtle, content groan that rumbled in his chest.

his chin resting upon yours, silence befell the both of your as your breathing started to shallow, content in listening to the rhythmic beating of eachothers hearts. his thumb, docile in it’s movements, prodded at your bottom lip, swiping away the pearlescent streak of his cum from your skin, doing so until your flesh was “pure” to the untrained eye.

“what if they find out about us?” your voice barely above a whisper, a mere squeak like that of a field mouse.

“hmm?” andrew hummed. not so much that he wasn’t listening, moreso his voice was hoarse from pleasured moans. his hand wrapped around your thigh with a protective grip, thumb smoothing across the skin in gentle circles.

“the church? what if they find out about us?” you reiterated, repeating you question as if he hadn’t heard you the first time, with more desperation and worry to your voice.

“they won’t” he replied simply. almost nonchallontally

“you don’t know that-”

“and how do you know that they will?” his question rhetorical, cutting your sentence off in the process.

it sounded rude although that was defintely not his intention. andrew’s jaw tightened for a moment, the protective grip on your thigh still evident. he was contemplating his next words, carefully, evidently. you could see the cogs turning in his head as his eyebrows furrowed, chewing the inside of his cheek in though.

“i will not let them shame us for giving in to our basic instincts.” he responded cautiously, mind still in thought.

“i will not let them shame us for being human”

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Fluent Freshman - Part 10

PREVIOUS

He calls his grandma to thank her for everything. She promises him that if anything keeps him from her on Christmas she’ll just make her way over to South Carolina to see him. “Maybe I can give that boy who is bullying you a piece of my mind!” She says and he loves her for it even if the thought of Andrew vs. his 70 year old grandma gives him heart palpitations that have nothing to do with the five hour energy he just slammed when no one was looking.

(He had eaten turkey because Abby had asked if he didn’t like it when he had forgone the white meat being passed around. She looked SAD so he just piled the dark meat onto his plate (at least it has less tryptophan) trip and now he needs to counteract the turkey. He could not afford to be sleepy on the impending car ride.)

He lets her know that everyone likes her pie and Abby had been overjoyed when he informed her that his gran always attaches a recipe card to the bottom for any pie in transit / for public consumption. (This is a woman who has been asked enough that she has the confidence to assume).

He gets off the line and feels the 5 hour energy kick in when Captain Neil appears out of nowhere next to him and he thinks he strains something when he resists the flinch his rapidly beating heart almost forces him into. “What language was that?” He asks.

“Polish.”

“You really do know a lot of languages. Just like your friend said.”

DANGER. DANGER. DANGER.

“Not that many.” DEFLECT DEFLECT DEFLECT “When are we heading out to Columbia?” DAMMIT

Captain Neil blinks but smiles, “We’ll be heading out in a little bit. Abby’s packing us leftovers. Too bad there’s no pie left. Do you think we could make it at the house? Andrew really liked it.” Neil says.

Pie is a safe topic. Pie will not betray him. Also if Andrew wants pie then he can’t kill FF until FF makes it and, perhaps, the pie will buy him a few extra days of mercy from his executioner.

“We can try. The secret ingredient is a grandma’s love though.” He says because it’s on the recipe card. It’s the most important ingredient in the whole pie. It’s what can keep a pie warm across a country. “Gran always says whipped cream can be used as a substitute though.” he says.

Captain Neil blushes.

DAMMIT WHY? WHY BRING UP THE WHIPPED CREAM?

“Well, we’ll have to pick some up from the store.” Captain Neil manages.

FF blanks his face as best he can and nods but gets up his heart beating too fast to remain seated. “I’ll be outside.” He says because he needs to walk around in some circles while he can. The car ride to Columbia is going to be a nightmare in general but especially since he slammed the five hour energy.

Kevin is the reason for the hold-up and the reason that FF gets 80 more laps around the house. He’s reminding them that they can’t stop exercising just because it’s a break gesturing to himself and the 20 minutes of squats that he just did to burn off the pie and then to FF who passes a window for the 10th time since this conversation started “See FF is keeping up with his fitness. Be more like him.”

Wymack eventually drags Kevin out of the house and into his car since they’re spending the break together. He flashes FF a thumbs up as FF passes and FF (unaware as always but great at mimicking social cues) gives him a thumbs up back.

It’s then that they get into the car. FF (as is the way of the world) is sitting bitch with Aaron and Nicky on either side of him.

Captain Neil is up front and starts to play some music. Both Nicky and Aaron are conked out before they even reach the entrance to the interstate. They have also slumped onto FF with Aaron asleep on his shoulder and Nicky drooling into his hair.

“You can just shove them off.” Andrew says.

“It’s fine.” FF says reminiscing about the last time he’d had something like this.

20 minutes later it’s not fine because the five hour energy is definitely kicking in but it would be so rude to move and wake Nicky and Aaron up. Nicky is probably tired because he came to check on FF five different times the night before and kept dragging him away from whatever Saw movie he was taking notes on and Aaron ate a LOT of white meat so he’s filled to the brim with tryptophan.

But he thinks he’s about to vibrate out of his skin.

He closes his eyes to try and breathe through this when.

“Smith said that we can try and recreate his grandma’s pie. We’ll just have to do a grocery run tomorrow.” Captain Neil says in Russian.

“It was good pie.” Andrew returns in the same language.

“He said that the secret ingredient is grandmotherly love.”

“It was on the recipe card. It said for best results be sure to add throughout the baking process.”

“His grandma said whipped cream was a good replacement. That it goes great with the pie.”

Uh-oh

FF knows that tone.

FF has fled across campus, the bus, the dorm room, and (one one notable occasion) the locker room when he has heard that tone coming from Captain Neil.

“Pie isn’t the only thing it will enhance the flavor of.” Andrew says back and FF feels as the car speeds up.

FF wishes that Andrew would just hurry up and crazy murder him already. He’d take the reverse bear trap over this psychological torture. He wants to pull up his phone and read if the Geneva Conventions list this as a war crime.

NEXT

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#Fluent Freshman AU #Even I couldn't bring myself to write the next hour of Andrew and Neil getting one another excited #Just imagine Fluent Freshman in this car #Body full of five hour energy #Trapped between two sleeping cousins #He can't sleep and he can't move #But he knows EXACTLY what Captain Neil and Andrew are planning to do with some poor unknowing can of whipped cream #Does the fact that he knows Andrew will be preoccupied give him any mental relief? #No it does not #because what if they do sexy stuff to get hyped up for murdering him as a couple activity #He's heard weirder from the two of them at this point #AFTG #AFTG OC #AFTG AU #Andreil #FF - Pt. 10

[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets [13] - Sundews

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler​ for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: Meeting the family can be quite challenging.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 4400

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You had to admit, planning a wedding that was caused by a scandal was already quite difficult as you knew it would be, but pretending to be in love and having to convince others around you of your excitement for the said wedding was more difficult than you had assumed it would be.

And the fact that you were having your wedding gown made by your future husband’s former mistress was not even in the top ten reasons why this was so damn stressful. 

The wedding was in a week, and your nightmares had come back with their full force, waking you up gasping every night.

At least everyone else was excited though.

Your uncle was in his study, no doubt going over some papers, and Teddy was in one of the rooms, studying math with his tutor. You had left your aunt in the drawing room going over the list of the last-minute guests to the wedding breakfast an hour ago. To be honest, you weren’t even sure she noticed your absence considering how stressed she was about the wedding.

Well, you were more stressed out about what would happen after the wedding.

You shook your head slightly, forcing yourself to push the thoughts away. Snipping what seemed to be a wilting leaf of the rose in front of you, you huffed out a breath and leaned in to look at the stem closer in case you were missing anything, but then you heard your aunt clear her throat behind you.

“Auntie, I swear I do not care who comes to the wedding breakfast,” you said, your whole attention still on the rose. “You can invite whoever you want. Every guest will attend that thing for you or the Bridgertons anyway, not me.”

“Eh,” a familiar voice said. “Not every guest.”

Your head shot up and you dropped the shears, then jumped on your feet and whirled around, a breath leaving your lips. She looked exactly as you remembered her, as if it had been merely three days instead of over three years.

“Josie?” you whispered and she leaned on her hip.

“I look away for one moment and you fall in love?”

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed, flinging yourself to her and she took a step back as soon as your body collided with hers but she hugged you tight, a small laugh escaping from her lips.

“I missed you too Clover.”

“You’re here?” you asked, still holding her tight and your aunt clapped her hands together.

“Oh this is so wonderful! Josie my dear, why did you not tell us you were coming?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” she said as she pulled back, then cupped your cheek to see you better. “You look amazing.”

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll get Teddy!” your aunt said and rushed back into the house while you clasped Josie’s hand with yours.

“Are you here for the wedding?”

She grinned at you. “And afterwards,” she said. “I suppose you could say that I’m back, permanently.”

You pulled back slightly. “Josie what about—”

“Don’t worry,” she cut you off. “I can handle mother and father if they dare step wherever I am. Let’s not talk about them now.”

You couldn’t help but pull her into another hug, your eyes burning as she placed a kiss into your hair.

“Besides, my little sister is getting married,” she said. “I will kind of have to keep an eye on you.”

You let out a teary chuckle, then pulled back and nodded. “I am.”

“I have millions of questions.”

“All in due time. Where are Bess and Andrew?”

“They’re dealing with the houses.”

You frowned. “Houses?”

“Yes well, Andrew inherited a house down the street where we’ll live, and Bess’ late husband had a house here as well, she owns it now,” she said. “They’ll hire the staff and everything, they will join us later on. They both missed you.”

“I missed them too!” you said. “And is everything alright?”

“More than alright,” she said. “Everything has been amazing lately, aside from you giving me a heart attack. What kind of a letter was that?”

“Well how was I supposed to—” you started but stopped talking when you saw your aunt enter the garden with Teddy and Josie followed your gaze, then turned around.

Teddy looked a bit shy as he approached you two, still holding your aunt’s hand, his other hand by his mouth so that he could bite at his nail. Josie gasped, her jaw dropping as Teddy and your aunt reached you, and she let go of his hand, gently nudging him forward.

“Go on,” she said in a soft voice and Teddy cleared his throat, then looked up at Josie.

“Hello, I’m Teddy.”

A small sob climbed up Josie’s throat and she sniffled, her eyes fixed on him. She opened her mouth but no voice came out, so she took a deep breath and tried again.

“Hello Teddy,” she said. “Do you remember me?”

Teddy thought for a moment, then shook his head.

“But I know you’re Josie,” he added in a haste. “You sent me letters. Y/N read them to me.”

“Dear God you grew up so much…” Josie whispered as she crouched down to get to his level. “You were a baby when I last saw you.”

Teddy looked at you as if asking for your help with how to answer that, and you motioned at him to come over. He rushed to you, half hiding behind your skirt and you fixed his hair.

“See, I told you she would come back,” you said softly and Teddy tilted his head.

“Will you stay?” he asked her and Josie wiped at her eyes, then smiled.

“I will.”

“Here?”

“Very close to here,” she said. “And you can come and stay with me whenever you want.”

Teddy stole a look at you again, waiting for your permission and you nodded fervently.

“Should be fun, no?” you asked him. “This way you will have three rooms Teddy. Here, my house and Josie’s house.”

Teddy bit inside his cheek. “Can I put my toys there too?”

“Well yes, but if you want we can buy you new toys as well,” Josie said, making him smile wide.

“Really?”

“Oh yes. Different toys for different houses, it only makes sense.”

Your aunt let out a laugh at the sight of pure excitement on Teddy’s face and you ruffled his hair. Teddy paused for a moment, then shifted his weight.

“Is it okay if I don’t really remember you though?”

Josie took a deep breath, then nodded.

“It’s alright,” she said. “It just means we will make new memories, hm?”

Teddy grinned and hugged your legs sideways. “Uh huh. Can Y/N come to your house too?”

“We’ll see,” Josie winked at you, making your jaw drop.

“Oh I see how it is,” you said with a laugh. “I knew you were lying when you said you missed me.”

“I did miss you but Teddy is much cuter than you.”

“She’s cute too!” Teddy protested, still hugging you tight and you leaned down to press a kiss on top of his head.

“She’s joking Teddy,” you said. “Of course I’ll be there.”

Your aunt fanned her face with her hand. “Oh dear God, I feel emotional…” she said, sniffling. “All of you together and happy, just as it was always supposed to be.”  

“Took us long enough,” Josie said, still smiling and you heaved a sigh.

“It really did.”

Your aunt clapped her hands together.

“Josie, come with me,” she said. “Your uncle will lose his mind when he sees you!”

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It felt almost surreal that Josie was here with you after years, and that she would stay. You were so happy that you couldn’t even sit still and by the time she was done talking to your uncle and aunt and sent Teddy to his tutor so that he could continue his lesson, you were almost buzzing with anticipation.

“So,” she said as she came to plop down on the bench next to you. “It is very clear that I have much to hear.”

“So do I,” you said. “How are Bess and Andrew?”

“They’re as you left them but you are not,” she said. “Clover. Come on, tell me.”

You cleared your throat and sat up straighter. “I’m getting married.”

“I know,” she said. “What I’m wondering is how it came to be.”

“Fate.”

“Y/N.”

Heaving a sigh, you leaned back on the bench, resting your elbows on the marble as you looked up at the sky with narrowed eyes, enjoying the warm sunlight on your skin.

“Is he forcing you?”

You turned to her and shook your head. “Of course not.”

In a way it was true. Benedict wasn’t forcing you into anything, he was being forced into this as much as you were.

But you couldn’t tell her that. She had just returned to the country and you didn’t want her to be worried about you or your upcoming marriage. You knew her, she would stop at nothing if she so much as heard an implication that you did not want this wedding.

“Benedict is not like that,” you added in a haste and she tilted her head.

“Is it love then?”

And this right there was where it got tricky.

Josie was the one person who knew you the best, and she would see right through you if you tried to lie to her. It had been that way since you were little, and just a couple years apart didn’t change that, so instead of outright lying to her, you were going to have to bend the truth a little by telling her only a part of it.

“It’s something,” you ended up saying and she scoffed a laugh.

“Come on,” she insisted. “You can tell me whatever it is, you know I would never say anything to anyone. And if you happened to fall in love—”

“I’m too smart to fall in love,” you cut her off and she raised her brows.

“Alright,” she said with an amused smile on her face. “What is it?”

“Not love,” you said, “Out of question.”

“Fine, then what?” she insisted. “Why are you marrying him? Letter after letter you wrote how he annoyed you, how you couldn’t stand him and all of a sudden you woke up a changed woman—”

“It’s not the emotional aspect,” you cut her off. “It’s physical.”

Which wasn’t a lie at all.

You did not believe in love for yourself at least, but you knew very well that desire existed. That fire that burned through you when he had kissed you, the way your fingers almost twitched to at least touch him whenever he was around you, it all signaled the same thing. You weren’t blind, you were aware of just how attractive he was and that he was quite…skilled in matters of intimacy if his kiss was anything to go by.

Josie pulled back slightly to see you better. “Pardon?”

You rolled your eyes at her. “Don’t pretend you do not know what I speak of—”

“I know very well what you speak of,” she tried to suppress a smirk. “What did you two do?”

You shot her a light hearted glare. “Not that.”

“But whatever it was, it was enough for you to accept his proposal?” she asked and took a deep breath. “Clover I’m glad you enjoyed what took place but you cannot build a life on desire alone—”

“It’s not just that,” the words left your mouth before you had a chance to stop them. “Besides, I’ve made my decision. I’m not going to change my mind no matter what you say.”

She held up her hands, gesturing surrender.

“Just answer me this,” she said. “Do you only enjoy his presence when it’s a moment of desire?”

You pulled your brows together.

“I um…” you trailed off. “I like his presence in other times as well, not just then.”

She tilted her head, watching you in silence as you sat up straighter, fixing your hair.

“Benedict is interesting,” you ended up saying. “I do not get bored at all when he is around, and being around him makes me feel—”

Happy.

Being around him made you feel happy. It was almost easy to slip into that warm, fuzzy comfort and finding yourself smiling even if you tried your hardest to focus on what could happen at any moment.

But it just meant that desire you felt for him was clouding your judgement, and you knew you couldn’t let that happen.

“I want him to be around me,” you said and Josie’s lips pulled into a sly smile.

“I see,” she said after a beat. “And when do I get to meet this infamous betrothed of yours?”

“Whenever you want,” you said. “Lottie said they’re all going to have a picnic by the park so we can go as well if you’d like?”

“Lottie?”

“My best friend.”

“You’ve made a friend?” Josie asked and your jaw dropped.

“Why do you sound so shocked?”

“You’re not very friendly.”

“And you are?”

Josie shrugged her shoulders. “No but I can hide it,” she said. “Unlike you.”

“Fair,” you said. “She was Benedict’s friend first by the way. Then she decided we would be friends and I kind of followed her lead.”

She let out a laugh and stood up, then pulled you up by the hand and threw an arm over your shoulder.

“Come on then,” she said. “Let’s go meet Bess and Andrew first, then we can all go by the park.”

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Even though it had been years since you had last talked to Bess and Andrew, it still felt like yesterday. You had always liked them, and Andrew’s marriage to Josie was the perfect arrangement for all parties involved. Bess was Andrew’s cousin and the love of Josie’s life, and Andrew only desired gentlemen and not ladies, so the marriage was a formality that worked out for all of them.

You were sure the ton would be clueless to the reality behind closed doors.

It had taken you almost two hours to catch up with what had happened while they were in Spain, and after that you all had decided to go by the park. As Lottie said, she and her family were there and though there was no sign of Bridgertons yet, Lottie had told you they would be there soon.

It came as a surprise to no one that about five minutes after they had met Lottie, they were all smitten by her. Even Josie who was always politely distant with everyone seemed to love her and had assured her that she wasn’t even interested in being a bridesmaid let alone the maid of honor. Soon enough though, her mother had called her to keep an eye on her siblings so she had to leave you four there, promising she would be back soon.

“You know, I have to admit I did miss here a bit,” Andrew said as he laid on his back, looking up at the sky with his hands neatly folded over his stomach. “Spain is nice and all, but there’s no place like home.”  

Bess tilted her head.

“You hate the ton.”

“Don’t we all?” he asked and you held up your hand.

“I’m right with you on that.”

“Thank you, my dear sister-in-law,” Andrew said with a smile. “You’re getting married at a perfect time by the way. I needed to get away from my former lover.”

“Was it that bad?” you asked and Josie scoffed.

“It was very explosive.”

“No it wasn’t!”

“Yes it was!” Josie and Bess said at the same time and Andrew rolled his eyes.

“You challenge someone to a duel one time during a lovers’ quarrel and all of a sudden your whole liaison is explosive, unbelievable…” he grumbled as he sat up and Bess repressed a laugh.

“How about you Y/N?” she asked. “What of your betrothal? Tell us more about him, we barely know anything!”

“Oh he’s—” you started but as soon as the sight of Benedict caught your eye, you stopped talking. “That’s him.”

Andrew and Bess followed your line of sight while Josie looked over her shoulder and turned around, and Andrew raised his brows as if he was impressed.

“There is the answer to your question Jo,” he told Josie. “You were wondering why Clover changed her mind about marriage right? It’s because he looks like that.”

You gently kicked at his foot. “Shut it.”

“He looks like that and he’s an artist?” Bess asked and you nodded, trying to ignore the warmth of pride in your chest.

“Mm hm.”

“Well done,” Andrew winked at you and Josie clicked her tongue.

“Now our earlier conversation makes sense,” she said. “You really are a cliché.”

“Josie!” Bess scolded her lightheartedly. “Don’t listen to her, please. We’re all very happy for you!”

“I’ll uh—I’ll get him here,” you said as you stood up, then made your way to Benedict who was talking with Colin while Anthony made his way to Charlotte to greet her.

“Y/N,” Benedict said, a smile warming his handsome face and you cleared your throat.

“Hello,” you said. “I need to borrow you for a moment.”

“Sure, why?”

“To meet my family,” you said and motioned between you. “Since, well—since we’re getting married, it’s kind of necessary.”

Benedict tilted his head. “I already met your family?”

“Some of them yes,” you said, snapping your fingers. “But my sister is back.”

Benedict’s eyes widened. “Oh? Of course, I’d love to meet her.”

“She’s over there with her husband and her…best friend,” you pointed back with your thumb and both Benedict and Colin followed your line of sight to see Andrew waving at them while Josie narrowed her eyes into a glare.

“Is she nice or is she more like you?” Colin asked and you gasped in a rather exaggerated manner.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Colin,” Benedict warned through his teeth and he shrugged.

“What?” he asked and motioned at you. “We’re going to be family, should I lie to family?”

You curled your lips. “Now that you mention it, I have always been the nice one between the two of us.”

Benedict gawked at you in silence for a couple of seconds, then took a deep breath.

“Oh this is how I die then,” he said and turned to Colin. “Promise me you will make sure people see my paintings after my death.”

“Sure but I’ll put my name under those paintings.”

“Do you want to join us?” you asked Colin and he shook his head.

“As much as I’d love to watch this, I promised Pen I would find her,” he said and slapped Benedict on the back. “You’ve had a good life brother.”

“And apparently a very short one,” Benedict deadpanned as Colin walked away and you shot him a lighthearted glare, trying to repress your laugh.

“I’ll make sure Colin doesn’t write his name under your works if you do die,” you pointed out and Benedict nodded his head.

“Much obliged—you were jesting, were you not?” he asked. “About you being the nice one?”

“Not at all,” you said. “Josie can seem a bit intimidating sometimes.”

“Does she have a knife as well?”

“Yes, the knife is hereditary.”

He tilted his head to the side. “You realize that in order for you to be a widow we have to be married first?”

You pursed your lips, still trying to control the laughter threatening to climb up your throat.

“I thought artists liked suffering,” you said. “Everyone keeps saying that makes your art better."

“I wouldn’t call myself a fully artist yet.”

“I would,” you said and a small smile warmed his face before he cleared his throat.

“Do you have any tips on how to charm her to get her approval?”

“Her approval barely makes any difference, we’re already engaged,” you said. “Besides you could charm a goddamn rock apparently, you’ll be fine.”

He repressed a proud grin.

“Well it’s still important,” he said, stealing another look at her. “Especially since it looks like she doesn’t like me already.”

“What, a glare? That’s nothing,” you said with a scoff. “Trust me, you’ll know if she doesn’t like you.”

He let out a noise of disagreement. “I won’t if she’s anything like you.”

You pulled your brows together. “I think people can tell whether I like them or not.”

“Not at all,” he said. “Half of the time I can’t tell whether you want to kiss me or kill me.”

Your heart skipped a beat but you forced yourself to roll your eyes, then started walking in Josie’s direction. He caught up with you almost effortlessly and you tried to ignore how your face was burning.

“See?”

“Shut up.”

“This is exactly what I was talking about—”

“She doesn’t know by the way,” you cut him off, desperate to change the subject. “The details of our…engagement.”

He raised his brows. “You didn’t tell her?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because if I did, Josie would certainly find a way to stop that wedding,” you pointed out. “And I’m not going to put my aunt and uncle through that.”

Benedict looked like he wanted to say something but you had already reached the tree under which Josie, Andrew and Bess were sitting under and they all stood up when you got there

“Everyone, this is Benedict Bridgerton; my betrothed,” you told them. “Benedict, this is Josie; my sister. Lord Andrew Walcott, her husband and that’s Bess Hadfield, Andrew’s cousin and Josie’s best friend.”

“I’m honored.”

“It’s lovely to meet you,” Bess said and Andrew elbowed Josie so that she could stop glaring at Benedict before offering his hand, and Benedict shook it.

“Call me Andrew,” Andrew told him. “So you’re the man who made the impossible happen and got Y/N to fall in love?”

Benedict smiled softly and nodded. “It was a surprise for me too.”

“Me as well,” you deadpanned and Josie clicked her tongue.

“I’ve heard you’re an artist, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Oh I wouldn’t call myself an actual artist yet—”

“People call you that,” Josie tilted her head. “Are they dishonest or are you just being humble?”

“Josie,” you said warningly and she shrugged her shoulders.

“What? I’m trying to get to know my future brother-in-law.”

“We will have all the time in the world to do it after the wedding,” Bess said in a haste before you could retort. “I can’t wait. So, have you two decided on where you will go on your honeymoon? Josie and Andrew went to France and I—they liked it a lot.”

“France is a great option.”

“We’ll stay here,” you and Benedict said at the same time and Andrew pulled his brows together. Josie crossed her arms, her whole focus on you and you felt your heart dropping to your stomach before you cleared your throat.

“We actually haven’t talked about it because of the excitement of the wedding, excuse us for just one moment,” you said and grabbed Benedict by the arm, then led him away from them even though you could feel their -and other people’s- eyes following your every move so you remembered to smile up at him.

“You want to stay here?” Benedict asked and you nodded.

“Uh huh.”

“You don’t want to go to France? Italy? Anywhere?”

You scoffed and shook your head. “I’d rather if we didn’t leave the country.”

“The countryside then?” Benedict suggested. “And that way you’d see the house as well, I can just write a letter to the staff there—”

“No,” the word left your lips as you felt the fear churning your stomach at the idea of being in a remote place with him alone. You knew he had promised you that nothing you didn’t want would take place in your wedding night or honeymoon but you still—

You still didn’t know whether he would change his mind or not.

“It’s just that I promised Teddy I wouldn’t disappear after the wedding just like Josie did,” you said in a haste. “And the season has just begun and it’s my first one so I’d like to see it through. Besides I’m pretty sure Duke Hastings will propose to Daphne soon so we cannot miss that, she’s your sister so it’s not like you can ride into sunset either. We should stay.”

Benedict’s brows furrowed.

“Oh,” he said. “London then?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I mean it’s not like we will see each other that often in the house either,” you said. “So it’s really not going to make any difference if we’re here or anywhere else.”

A sad light crossed Benedict’s gaze but it was gone as soon as it came.

“…Right,” he said. “I guess not.”

“And then you know, once the dust is settled you can visit France or Italy or wherever it is that you want,” you added quickly. “I’d still convince people that we’re in love, no worries.”

“Or you could come with me?” he offered. “Once the dust is settled?”

The idea felt tempting only for a moment before the fear hit you again, so you shook your head.

“I don’t think so,” you said and snapped your fingers. “But you could take Madame Delacroix with you? Or anyone else who you…have an arrangement with. I wouldn’t mind as long as it’s kept a secret from the ton.”

To be completely honest, even the thought of it was enough to bother you. Though you were quite certain you didn’t want to be alone with him in case he changed his mind about how your marriage would go, that bitter taste at the back of your throat was back upon imagining him with Madame Delacroix or anyone else for that matter.

Him kissing her, or—

No.

You were not going to do that to yourself.

A painful smile curled Benedict’s lips at your suggestion and he took a deep breath, then swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, who knows?” he said. “Let’s just get through this first, right? The wedding is next week and I’m sure your family has a lot of questions.”

Next week.

Right.

You nibbled on your lip, a nervous lump growing bigger and bigger in your throat but you managed to smile.

“Yeah,” you said and clicked your tongue. “Let’s pretend to be lovesick then.”

Chapter 14

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #Bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #regency fic

[lizarb-art]

some Kevaaron headcannons because I can’t work on the high school au fic

Kevin thinks it’s hot when Aaron wears anything with his number on it

Aaron (not so) secretly loves it

When Kevin is bored and has free time he’ll wait outside the hall Aaron has a class in

aaron uses Kevin for anatomy assignments

the first time a fox sees them kissing it’s Nicky

kevin gets so startled by Nicky’s voice that he falls backwards into the side table

aaron patches the scrape up later

They have nightmares

despite being (loving and caring) assholes to each other, nightmare time is when that has to go away and they’ll do whatever the other needs

the first time they fight Kevin goes to his bestie(Neil) and Aaron goes to Andrew

andrew pretends not to care but also periodically hands Aaron tissues when he needs another one

neil awkwardly pats Kevin’s back when he bursts into tears

when they see each other again it’s a ROUGJ apology

because they are both crying their eyes out

firm believer that Kevin cries and tries to stifle it but since joining the foxes he just can’t most of the time (because he’s actually finally allowed to feel)

Kevin enjoys cooking, he wasn’t allowed to do it in the nest (having no reason to because of plenty of chefs and nutritionists so he didn’t leave the court) so it gives him something he can finally do and something in his control

aaron can taste as he gets better

Aaron stops Kevin from pushing himself too hard

Like when he knows Kevin has pushed himself too hard he’ll stop him from getting out of bed for night practice with an arm around his waist and a very sleepy “stay”

that also means he stops Kevin from practicing when he’s sick or injured

Even when he begs so cute with his hair messy and a thermometer in his mouth and 3 fuzzy blankets around him and his Trojan socks on

aaron doesn’t let him

Kevin helps Aaron balance his studies and taking care of himself

When Aaron’s up real late studying to the point his eyes blur and his head hurts

kevin makes him tea

he’ll come up behind him and take his glasses off and shut the computer and pick Aaron up and have him take a nice shower and put on some soft pajamas ((Kevin’s hoodie))

kevin will give him the tea and play with his hair as he drinks

they just take care of each other like that

Kevin can not kill a bug to save his life

#Kevaaron #aftg #all for the game #aaron minyard #kevin day #kevinxaaron #headcanon

[httpsuniverse]

easy on me [ christian pulisic ]

you were young when you and christian broke up. you made a huge decision for the both of you back then and you were confident enough to know that the decision you made would be better for the both of you, but what happens when he learns about the biggest secret you’ve been hiding from him since you separated ways?

[ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 ] — christian pulisic x ex!reader; oc!emily, oc!ezekiel, oc!andrew . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 🫂 °.   *

[ 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 & 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ] — angst, unplanned pregnancy, profanities, inaccurate description of mentioned places (as i’m not american, nor do i live in the states) . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ ℹ️ °.   *

[ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 ] — 6,219 words . ⊹ ✶ ㄔ 📲 °.   *

࣪˖ 💭 .. 𝗘𝗬𝗔’𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 ⌕ the LONGEST scenario i've written, all thanks to disney+ hahahaha i’ve rewatched the parent trap and the game plan the other day, so i thought about this. i also plan on writing a parent trap-like story, but i’m still figuring out how i’d write it lol but anyway, enjoy! ❤️ btw, i haven’t betaread this so if there’s any errors, let me know and i’ll edit it!

this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © httpsuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.

watching this little kid grow up was both scary and amazing. five years have passed since you met him, since you first heard his heartbeat. five years ago, he opened his eyes and welcomed himself in this cruel world one september morning. watching him grow up to the person he was today felt both accomplishing and depressing. ezekiel mate was his name, and yes–you’ve named him after his father. his father who is not aware of his own existence. it wasn’t ezekiel’s fault though, you’ve made this decision by yourself and there was nothing you could do but uphold your decision and do your responsibilities as a mother–a single mother in fact. you thought it would be the best for all sides, for you and ezekiel’s father. 

he has his own career to think about, he was about to make his name known to people. to be known in the sport he loved most and all people would cheer his name, plaster printed copies of his face and name across the whole country. you didn’t want to ruin that opportunity for him, a child would only affect his career. between practices, training, matches, flights–surely, christian wouldn’t have any time to take care of a child. with you in north america and him in europe, it just simply wouldn’t work. you still remember the night you broke up with him, in fact, you can’t forget about it. it haunts you like a stupid nightmare, it keeps you awake most of the time.

you sacrificed a lot for ezekiel. giving up university for a year to navigate things on how to be a mom, and trying to make ends meet by working–sure, your parents were there to help financially and take care of your baby in times you needed them, but you wanted to be able to support ezekiel on your own. balancing work, university and a growing child was hard and there were days that you wanted to just give up. but you didn’t, because you were the only parent that ezekiel has in his life.

“mama?” you heard a tiny voice call you, waking you up from reverie. ezekiel’s tiny footsteps were heard as he ran towards you. “why are you still awake?” you smiled at the little boy, gently picking him up from the ground and sat him on the kitchen counter in front of you. his slightly curly hair, deep dimples and honey brown eyes that look so captivating under the light, reminded you so much of his father. not to mention, they both share the same birthday.

“just… thinking of something, baby.” you answer, “why are you still awake? we have a flight to catch tomorrow, you know?”

“i know! we’re going to florida, to aunt emily and i’m too excited to sleep, mama.”

you giggled, “well, we both need to sleep now. we have an early flight and you need to have a lot of energy when you get to aunt emily’s place.”

you took ezekiel in your arms, making sure that his favourite stuffed toy was secured in his arms as you made your way back to his room. gently, you put him to his bed and tucked him in, sitting on the edge of his bed as you stared at him, waiting for his eyelids to shut as he told you how his day was. ezekiel spent the day with your parents, they lived nearby and offered to babysit him while you went to work.

minutes later, ezekiel’s words were slurring. meaning, he was about to drift off to dreamland. you both have to be awake by 5 am to catch your flight, and it was already almost midnight. you don’t need a fussy, grumpy 4-year-old throughout your 3 hour flight to florida. when you were sure that ezekiel was fast asleep, you planted a kiss on his head, tips of your fingers running through his soft cheeks as you stared at him. 

you left ezekiel’s room, quietly shutting the door closed. instead of going to your room to rest, you opted to stay in the living room. you sat there in silence, letting your own thoughts eat you again. you felt anxious, but you can’t pinpoint the exact reason why. you stare at the wall across from where you were sitting, it was filled with pictures of your family and some pictures of you and ezekiel. the ones from his birth, to his birthdays and his first day of preschool. you remembered that day clearly, when you fetched ezekiel from your parents’ place after his first day of preschool about a few months ago. you two were driving back to your place from your parents, he was quietly playing with his ipad behind you when he asked something you didn’t expect.

“mama, do i have a papa?” he asked, eyes still on his gadget. your heart dropped at the question. “i saw my friends with their papa today. do i have a papa?”

you remember pulling over the side of the road to take a deep breath before answering. he picked it up so early, noticing that it was only the two of you the past four years. 

“of course you have a papa, my love.” you answered, not really sure what to say next.

“why is he not here? does my papa hate us?”

sometimes, four year olds ask the most piercing questions and they don’t even know how it could change one’s whole mood, just like what your son was doing. “he doesn’t hate us, your papa is just… busy.” 

“is it my fault, mama?”

you sighed, removing your seatbelt and faced ezekiel. “no, baby. it’s not your fault, it will never be your fault.” you said, smiling to let him know that he wasn’t in any sort of trouble. “it’s just… mama and papa needed some time away from each other. it doesn’t mean that it’s your fault, baby. it’s never your fault.”

ezekiel smiled at you, mumbling a small okay. you chose to go to the nearest fast food chain drive thru, not in the mood to cook as you were tired the whole day and with ezekiel’s questions to you, sure enough you wouldn’t be able to focus on making dinner. 

“it’s mama’s fault, zeke.” you murmured, holding a picture of your son. “i’m the one to blame.”

—

“if you don’t wait for mama, you might be lost and i will be very sad.” you tell your 4-year-old as you wait for your bags. 

the flight from new york to florida was easy, because your son was asleep throughout the duration of the flight. however, it was during the landing when he woke up and started to be talkative and hyper. you only had at least an hour or two of sleep from last night, waking up at 3 am to catch a 6 am flight. ezekiel was usually listening to you every time you two go out, but since he’s all napped out, you were dealing with a hyper kid (you blame yourself for giving him cookies before you landed). 

ezekiel held your hand as you pushed your luggage towards the arrivals exit. you two were greeted with a big sign that says welcome to florida, y/n and zeke! by your best friend, emily and her husband, andrew. your son ran straight to his godmother, he couldn’t read the sign yet but he knew it was his favourite aunt.

“zeke, you’re a big boy now!” emily exclaimed, hugging him tight and letting go of your son a few seconds later to face you. “and you, a hot mama, you’re looking beautiful as ever!”

you playfully hit her arm and hugged her. the four of you made way for the other people in the airport, heading to the parking lot. emily and andrew had invited you over to celebrate the fourth of july with them, as well as to meet your goddaughter, celeste. they invited the two of you to stay with them for a week as emily said that you two had a lot of catching up to do.

the drive from the airport to the emmons’ residence wasn’t that far, it only took the four of you about forty-five minutes. emily and andrew’s place was beautiful and cosy, perfect for the couple and the family they dreamed of building. your room for the week had a view of the lake, which you liked the most. emily had ezekiel for a few minutes as you unpack your stuff and prepare ezekiel’s swimming trunks.

“we can go boat riding in the next few days!” emily told ezekiel, “but for now, we can swim in the backyard and play with celeste. is that okay with you, zeke?”

ezekiel nodded his head, turning to you. “your swimming trunks are in the room. change first and go back to mama so i can put sunscreen on you, alright?”

“yes mama!”

ezekiel changed his clothes and had his sunscreen applied, excitedly joining andrew in the pool. you and emily were lounging with her 4-month-old daughter, celeste. the day passed by so quickly; it seems like ezekiel enjoyed his first day in florida as after dinner, instead of asking for his ipad to play and watch his favourite kids show, he asked if he could go to sleep. poor kid must’ve been exhausted running around the backyard with andrew. when you were certain that ezekiel was tucked and safe on the bed, you went back to the living room where the couple was waiting for you.

“little too early for wine, isn’t it?” you smiled, taking a seat across the couple. 

“it’s never too early for wine.” said emily, “plus, celeste is already asleep and hopefully, won’t wake up for the next three hours.”

the three of you were talking about life now that you were all parents now. unlike you, emily was fairly new to parenthood and she has someone by her side throughout the journey. were you jealous? maybe you were, a little. but you had a choice and your choice was to go through this alone anyway, so you immediately shut those thoughts off. 

unlike you, your best friend did everything by the book. she and andrew got married over a year ago, gave birth to their first child, and not long ago, they recently bought a home in a gated community which is why they moved from new york to florida. nevertheless, you were happy for emily. she deserved it after all.

as the three of you continued to converse, andrew had asked a question you weren’t expecting: “are you on good terms with ezekiel’s dad?” you understood why he had asked you that, he had no idea about your relationship with christian because the two of you met when he and emily started dating during their years in university, unlike emily who knew you since you were still in diapers. 

“babe, that’s not—”

“it’s okay, emily.” you said, “he and i have not spoken since i was pregnant with ezekiel. i have no idea what’s going on with his life now, but wherever he is, i just hope he’s doing well in his career.”

since you and christian broke up, you made sure not to see his name or hear anything about him at all. blocked him and muted his name and any word tied to his name including football and soccer. it wasn’t easy at first but you got used to it as the years passed by. you wonder what happened in his career now, was he still in dortmund? which part of europe was he living now? how was his career in the national team? 

the past five years, you’ve been avoiding christian and everything related to him, yet you go back to square one whenever someone asks you about him. you and christian only dated for a year, and your relationship was really private back then. only a handful of people knew about it. nobody knows outside of your family and emily that ezekiel’s father was christian. the people around you and your family thought that you were knocked up by some random guy you met in university. did it hurt? of course it did. having people see you as a careless young adult, have them judge you for being a parent at such a young age but that didn’t stop you from trying your best to be a good parent to ezekiel.

however, sooner or later, ezekiel would ask you about his father—it already happened one time, and you know it’s bound to happen again in the future. was it selfish to hide your child from his own father? yes, it was, but you couldn’t blame yourself for wanting to protect him. you were aware how cruel people could be, especially people who idolise christian. you could take the hate from them but the thought of your only child getting unnecessary hate from the people who don’t know the whole story simply breaks your heart and makes you anxious.

but, who knows what the future holds?

—

“andrew, y/n and i will go for a quick run!” emily announced to her husband. 

andrew appears in the kitchen, celeste was in his arms and trying to make the baby burp. “is it okay to leave ezekiel here? i mean, andrew’s already taking care of celeste.” you said, a bit worried that andrew couldn’t handle two kids. 

andrew chuckles, “i’ll be fine as soon as celeste falls asleep. me and mr. big boy here can play video games while she naps.” he answered, “now, you ladies go. we’ll be fine here.”

“are you sure, andrew?”

“y/n, andrew has babysat most of his nephews and nieces all at once, and he has 6 of them. i think he can handle an infant and a child.” emily laughs, “now, let’s go!”

“alright, alright!” you gave in, levelling with ezekiel’s eyes. “promise mama that you’ll be a good boy for uncle andrew?”

you extend out your pinky, and ezekiel wrapped his around yours, putting a smile on everyone’s faces. seconds after that, you and emily were out of the door and started running laps around the whole neighbourhood. it took you two an hour before you stopped by a local park, finding a shade to relax for a bit. the both of you were quiet, enjoying the sound of the trees as you relaxed. 

“i’m sorry about andrew’s question last night.” emily suddenly said, “you know, the one about he-who-must-not-be-named.”

you let out a chuckle and shook your head. “it’s okay, ems. it was just an innocent question.” you said, playing with the hem of your shirt. “it’s really not the first time someone asked about him anyway.”

“what do you mean?”

“zeke. he asked about his dad during his first day of school, a few months back.” you answer, “he asked if he had a dad, if his dad hates us because he wasn’t present and… was it his fault why his dad’s not around.”

“oh my… y/n, i’m sorry.”

emily hugs you tightly, feeling a bit sad as zeke was too young to think about such things. you never told anyone about your conversation with your son that day until today, and it felt so good to finally get it out of your chest. 

“i feel so selfish to keep him away from christian, you know?” you open up, “but it was the only thing i could think of. ems, you know how well his career was going back then. i didn’t want him to sacrifice such a huge opportunity for me and ezekiel back then.”

at this point, you were tearing up. you couldn’t help it. you were always vulnerable when you talked about ezekiel and christian. back when you found out that you were pregnant, you made this decision to break up with christian and have the baby alone. back then it felt like you shot two birds with one stone, christian’s career being the one bird and the other is protecting your child from the public eye. 

you and emily stayed at the park for a few more minutes, just until you cried out and walked back home. maybe it was time, it’s been years after all and christian deserve to know the truth. the whole day passed, ezekiel enjoyed spending it with you and the emmons, taking you both on a boat ride which ezekiel loved the most. seeing your child’s smile from ear to ear warmed your heart, yet you felt guilty. since ezekiel was born, there was this guilt that was running through your heart; that nagging guilt saying that you were depriving both of them by taking away the chance to be in each other’s life. 

fuck it, i’m gonna do it. you thought to yourself in the middle of the night while staring at the ceiling.

christian thought his eyes were deceiving him the moment he saw the notification, his fingers immediately pressing on the message. usually, he would ignore message requests, but as he saw your name, he had flashbacks all of a sudden. it’s been five years, yet your name was still imprinted in his mind. five years of thinking where did he go wrong in your relationship, if there was something he did that made you end your relationship, and if it had something to do with his career. five years ago, his career was thriving and his love life came crashing. 

he remembered the night you broke up with him, it was when you flew to visit him during your winter break and it happened on a typical day. the two of you did the usual routine since you arrived, wake up together, eat together and after that, he went to training while you stayed at his place. by the time he arrived, you ate dinner together. he even offered to wash the dishes as you already cooked. life was perfect, or so he thought. 

“is there something bothering you?” he asked when he noticed the change of mood while you two lied in bed. “talk to me.”

“it’s just nothing.” 

normally, christian would ask you again–if you were okay, what was bothering you and all. but this time, he heard your tone that signified you weren’t really in the mood, so he let it go. the two of you cuddled up in bed, with you as the little spoon and listening to each other breathing. until you asked him a question.

“what do you think of kids, chris?”

“what do you mean what do i think of kids?”

“you know, what is your opinion about kids? about having and raising your own?”

christian chuckles, letting you turn around to face him. “well, i would like to have one, maybe two or three.” he answered, “but definitely not now. we’re still young, we have dreams to achieve. big dreams in our careers. what about you?”

there was a brief moment of silence before you spoke up, “yeah, same answer as you, i guess.”

he remembers changing the topic that night, he didn’t notice your lack of energy speaking to him–thinking that maybe you were just tired and weren’t in the mood to speak. the following day, same routine. only then, when he arrived home, you two got into an argument that eventually led to the end of your relationship.

hey, i can make time. we can meet tomorrow. after agreeing where you’ll meet, christian couldn’t help but wonder what was the reason behind it. will it be the closure he’s been longing for the past five years?

morning came and only a few hours left until you meet christian. you let emily know about your plan, agreeing to watch ezekiel and let you borrow her car to drive to the park where you and christian agreed to meet. to say that you were nervous was an understatement of what you’re feeling. you still wonder what his reaction would be and how he would take such a huge news you were about to drop. 

the time left passed by so quickly. you kissed your son goodbye and drove to carlin park. when you arrived, you were stunned by the number of people. surely, you didn’t want to tell your baby daddy that you were pregnant with his child in front of hundreds of people, especially since he was a known athlete. anxiety pools all over you again, taking deep breaths before getting out of the car and head to the agreed place. 

“christian?” you called, walking towards him. he turned around and smiled at you. you haven’t seen this man in years. he has changed so much, he looked like a stranger you know too well. his beard was fully grown, it looked good on him. his left arm was filled with tattoos. looking at christian now, you could see what ezekiel would look like in the future; after all, he was the spitting image of his father.

“it’s nice to see you again, y/n.” he said, “shall we go for a walk at the beach or do you want to sit down?”

“we could go for a walk.”

you could hear your heart thumping at this point as you walked alongside christian. 

“it's been five years, y/n. how have you been?” he asked.

you took a deep breath, “well, i graduated. i also work now, so i guess i’m fine.” you answer, not sure if it was the answer he wanted to hear. “and i apologise for asking to meet up last minute. if i ever clashed with a schedule of yours.”

“it’s okay, i still have a few days before i leave for milan anyway.” he answered, “why did you want to meet all of a sudden? and i’m a bit shocked that you know where i stay now.”

this is it, y/n. you cannot fuck this up. “actually, i didn’t know that you lived around the area. i blocked you in every social media i have, muted your name and tried my best to avoid seeing your name. just last night, i found out that you live here now. the internet’s a scary place, you know?” you said, “but, aside from that, i do have something to tell you. something big and important.”

christian chuckles awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “uh, okay. what is it?”

“do you remember the night we broke up?”

“can’t really forget about it.” he replied, “why?”

“the night before i asked you what you think about having kids, and you said you’d like to have one but you said we still had dreams to achieve, right?” he nodded, “well, that day i actually found out that i…i was pregnant. 5 weeks back then.”

christian stopped his tracks and when you looked back at him, his face dropped and his eyebrows were furrowed. confusion was spread all over his face.

“i–i didn’t ask to meet you because i need some sort of financial support for the kid or whatever, i just wanted to let you know.” you said, biting your lip as he stayed silent. “if you want to do some paternity tests, i would gladly let you.”

“no, no. i uh, believe you.” he replied, “is the baby…?”

“he’s four and has the same birthday as you, chris. he’s doing well in preschool, and uh…” you paused, pulling out your phone from your pocket and opened a picture of ezekiel to show him. “this is him. his name’s ezekiel mate. he’s your mini me.”

“mate?”

“yeah, well… at first i wanted to give him your last name but i thought it’ll stir controversy so i opted to give him your middle name.” you confessed, passing him your phone. “i hope that doesn’t bother you, christian but i understand if it does. and really, i apologise for telling you this so late.”

christian looked at ezekiel’s picture, examining his facial features that reminded you of him. ezekiel looked like him when he was still a kid, he could see some of your features there as well and there is no doubt that this wasn’t his kid. the pulisic genes were strong and evident. 

the two of you continued to walk along the beach, christian was asking you questions about ezekiel until you two stopped in the part of the beach where there were less people. you were both staring at the horizon, it was then when christian asks you the question you’ve been avoiding. 

“did you… did you plan on telling me about him even before today?” 

“...yes” you breathed, “i–i was supposed to tell you, christian. i really wanted to, but you were just… you had a huge opportunity to showcase yourself in europe. i didn’t want to take that away from you.”

“why?”

“because i know how demanding your job could be. it was already demanding when we were together, it ate a lot of our time together. a part of me thought that maybe a child would be a huge inconvenience to your career.”

all the small milestones that ezekiel achieved, christian had missed out and you wouldn’t blame christian if he chooses to be mad or hate you for hiding his child from him. he had every right to do so after missing five years of his son’s life.

“why didn’t you reach out to me, to my family at least?”

“i was afraid, okay? i was young, we were young. i was figuring out who i wanted to be and obviously, being a young mother was something i did not expect that i’ll be.” you said, on the verge of tears.

“and so, was it okay for you? to be a young, single mom?” he fought back, “y/n, if you had told me before, you know i would do everything. i would’ve quit—”

“and that’s exactly why i didn’t tell you. i changed who i was to put you both first, christian. i wanted you to succeed, you had dreams. at the same time, i wanted a normal life for ezekiel.” you said, tears cascading out of your eyes. “you were achieving your lifelong dreams, christian. i didn’t want to interfere with that. i didn’t want you and your parents’ hard work to be cut short because of me, because of ezekiel.”

christian then realised the things you had gone through raising ezekiel alone. his heart broke when he heard the things people around you told you when your bump started showing. it hurts him to think that you’ve gone through it all alone–all the heartbreaking things people around you told you. even before, when you were still together, it was one of the things that he admired about you. you were a strong and resilient woman.

“can i… can i meet him?” 

that caught you off guard, “sure, i guess. when do you want to meet him?”

“tonight, if it’s okay with you?”

you nodded your head, a bit unsure how ezekiel would react. normally, he is shy when meeting new people. but this wasn’t any other person, this was his father. so when christian walked you back to the car and made sure you were inside, you dialled emily’s number.

“how’d it go?” was the first thing she said upon answering the call while you started the engine of the car.

“it went well, surprisingly.” you answered, “one little problem though.”

“what?”

“he uh, he wants to meet him. tonight.” you said, biting your lip. “would it be okay if christian came over at your place?”

“are you crazy? it’s more than okay! plus, it’s much safer and private here instead of going out. lots of people know him, you know?” 

you sighed, “i’m nervous, ems. i don’t know how zeke will react, i don’t even know what i’ll say to him.”

“zeke is a wonderful kid, i’m sure he will be okay when you tell him the truth.” emily reassures, “look, me and andrew will just be here to support you. no matter how it goes, alright?”

“thank you, ems. literally for everything.”

emily giggles on the other end, “hey, that’s what friends are for, silly!” she joked, “okay, now i’m gonna end this call to go get dinner ready. you get home safely!”

“dinner?”

“duh, christian pulisic is coming to my place and i’m not gonna serve him anything? i’m a very hospitable person, of course, i’ll make him something good.”

—

two hours of prepping dinner with the couple, christian rings the doorbell. emily whispered to you good luck as she and andrew stayed in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the food you all made while you head to the front door. you took a few breaths before opening the door for him. dressed in a simple button down with a shirt inside and a pair of shorts, holding a bouquet of flowers.

your heart skipped a beat. 

“hi,” he smiled, “these are for you.”

you make way for christian to enter the foyer, taking the flowers from his hands. “thank you, they’re pretty.” you compliment, “this is uh… emily and her husband’s place, by the way. we’re just visiting.”

just in time, emily and andrew entered the scene. “you remember emily, right?” you asked and he nodded.

“it’s been a while, christian.” emily smiled and introduced andrew to him. “dinner will be ready in a few. me and andrew are just in the kitchen if you need us.”

you led christian to the den, leaving him there as you went to get ezekiel. christian was nervous, just like you. he doesn’t know anything about parenting, or how to be a dad in general. he depended on such little information you told him about your son. everything was happening too fast, all he knows is that today was such a crazy day. one minute he finds out he has a son, the other he’s meeting him. he hasn’t even told his family about this information!

“zekey, could you promise to be good for mama?” you asked your son which christian heard, “remember when you asked mama if you had a papa?”

“yes, mama. you told me i had one but papa is just busy that’s why we haven’t seen him.” that broke christian’s heart.

“well, papa is here now.”

seeing ezekiel mate in person was a different feeling than seeing him on your phone earlier today. usually, when meeting new people, ezekiel would hide behind you and stay there until he feels comfortable. but this time, he didn’t. instead, he ran towards christian and gave him a hug.

“hello, papa.”

you bit your lower lip, trying to stop yourself from being emotional as you watch christian and ezekiel meet for the first time. 

“hello, ezekiel.” christian smiled, “i’m sorry, papa is so busy. but i’m here now.”

you’ve never seen ezekiel conversate with everybody else this way. he was engaging with every single question that christian asks him, telling him the little details about his life. god, why did you wait so long for these two to meet?

as the father and son get to know each other, you head to the kitchen to continue helping emily and andrew. emily was smiling at you when she saw you enter.

“i told you it’s gonna go well.” she said, “now that zekey and christian have met, what’s up with you and him?”

“what do you mean?”

“the flowers. maybe the two of you could reignite the spark you once had?”

you shook your head, continuing to mash the potatoes to serve later. “it’s not… it’s nothing like that. i doubt anything would happen between us, i mean, he’s probably dating someone.”

“really? you don’t see the two of you dating again?” andrew asked, and you shook your head again. “aww, i was almost excited to be friends with a star player. like, imagine the two of us barbecuing in the backyard?”

“babe, i think you’re man-crushing christian.” emily laughed. “but in all seriousness, y/n. no?”

“nope.” you replied, “like i said, he’s probably dating someone. plus it seems like we both moved on, we put the “us” in the past and i think it’ll stay that way.”

“what about zeke?”

you sighed, “we can co-parent, i guess. if he wants to, of course. i’m not going to force him into something he doesn’t want, at the end of the day, i still want what’s best for zeke and him.” you explained, “if he doesn’t want to co-parent, then that’s totally fine. i’ve raised zeke, i’m sure i can handle it.”

“really?”

“look,” you snapped, “i’m sorry guys, i love you both but… i just have a lot of things in my mind right now. it’s been a long day, can’t we just put the questions aside and just get through dinner?”

the couple nodded their heads. they understood where you were coming from, it wasn’t an easy decision for you to let ezekiel and his father meet, plus it all happened so fast and they were blabbing about the possibilities that could happen in the future. you left the two shortly after you helped them prepare the dining table, heading straight to where you left ezekiel and christian. 

ezekiel was in between christian’s legs, focused on his father’s phone as he showed him a compilation of his goals uploaded on youtube. when your son acknowledges your presence, he has the biggest smile on his face.

“mama, i want to play football like papa!”

you chuckle, taking a seat next to them. “well, i guess we could give it a try. but for now, let’s go eat dinner.” you tell your son, and he nodded his head, removing himself from christian’s grasp and ran out of the room, leaving you and his father alone. “so uh, just let me know if you’re uncomfortable during dinner. i can—”

“no, no, no. it’s okay.” christian said, “i, uh… about ezekiel—”

“we can talk about it after dinner.” you said, giving him a small smile as you walked to the dining. 

ezekiel was sandwiched between you and christian. the four adults exchanged stories, andrew expressing his shock upon finding out that the father of ezekiel is a star player for the national team. ezekiel adjusted with christian faster than you expected, knowing your son, it would usually take him a few more interactions before he started to talk to them completely but he was really comfortable with him. christian was his father after all.

after dinner, christian thanked the hosts of the house. he even offered to put ezekiel to bed, but the kid had too much energy left in his body and couldn’t sleep yet. he bid his goodbye to ezekiel, promising that they’ll meet and bond again soon which made ezekiel a bit sad, yet happy. when everything was already sorted out, you walked christian back to his car.

“today was… i don’t know, crazy and fun.” he admits, stopping next to his car. “it was a lot to process but i think i’m okay. more than okay with ezekiel, he’s… he’s a good kid and you’ve done so much for him. i’ve never met a kid so clever like him at a young age.”

you smile, you didn’t really expect his compliment and it made you shy. “thank you. i have to say, the people around him influenced him a lot.” you replied.

silence once again surrounded the two of you, you were both waiting for someone to speak–bring up the topic of co-parenting. you didn’t want to be the first one to ask him because it would feel like you were pressuring christian, and christian didn’t want to be the first one to ask you because he knew it would be such a huge adjustment for you and ezekiel.

“y/n” christian called.

you look up to him, staring directly into his honey brown eyes. again, no one was talking. just the sound of the wind and a broken street light not far from where you were standing. the space between you and christian was getting smaller and smaller, his hands gently making their way to your jaw. and the next thing you know, your lips were connected. feeling his lips on yours made your heart beat faster, butterflies in your stomach were getting crazier. 

you pulled away, holding his wrist. his forehead and nose on yours as you both catched your breath and closed your eyes. christian felt tears on his cheeks, causing him to open his eyes. 

“i can’t… we can’t–” you said, pulling away from him.

“y/n–”

“i’m sorry, chris.” 

you ran back inside the house, leaving christian alone in the driveway and he stood there frozen as he tried to process what had happened. did he move too fast? were you overwhelmed by his actions? questions ran through the player’s mind. maybe he did move too fast, and maybe you were scared that history may repeat itself. but this time, christian wanted to let you know that it wouldn’t, that he would do his best to conquer everything. christian was determined to have you again, because this time it isn’t only you he’s fighting for. 

he was fighting for you and ezekiel.

#christian pulisic angst #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic #christian pulisic fluff #christian pulisic scenario #christian pulisic x you #football imagine #football x y/n #football x reader #football angst

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I wish I could write well because I would write it for you in a heartbeat (it’s such a cool fucking AU you created, truly you’re incredible I love your designs for them, can’t stop thinking about them)

Alas, writing has never really been a strong ability of mine either 😔

I can't stop with the design notes on shit so here's more:

Nicky and Aaron are the only people on cooking duty because Kevin and Andrew only make stuff they like/approve of and Neil thinks mold is fine (he also will not prepare any veggies).

Aaron and Andrew man spread so far they basically do the splits. Aaron's hair is wavier but Andrew's is just as thick

Neil carved his and Andrew's pipes

Andrew always keeps his swords within grabbing distance and takes the first night shift every night

Kevin still sets up camp like he's part of the Ravens subconsciously

Nicky will play his lute and/or sing sometimes when he thinks anyone is having a nightmare (nobody tells him it helps but they thank him in their own subtle ways)

#all for the game #nicky hemmick #kevin day #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #ask response

[so-ithinkicandance]

Andrew!Peter Parker x GN Reader General Dating Headcanons

Andrew!Spidey is quite possibly the kindest, goofiest, and most in love man there is, and he isn't afraid to show it. He actually gives you all of his heart and soul till he understands why he loves you so much more than anything this pitiful world could ever attempt to convince him.

He hasn't always had a very positive view of himself or of who he is, but there you are. And you simply make him want to cry because you are basically the embodiment of everything the goodness, kindness, and hope he has ever attempted to discover in himself.

It comes as a shock when he reveals that he is Spider-Man, but you didn’t run or hide. He's glad he told you since he always disliked lying to you and keeping it a secret. He made a commitment to never withhold anything else from you after telling and telling you everything.

Sure, he's guarding you, but he's also afraid you might suffer harm as a result of him. In fact, it almost caused the two of you to split up earlier in the relationship since he took the blame for jeopardising your safety. You never once placed the blame on him and you were quick to forgive him, but you had to help him learn how to forgive himself. You have to tell him that you're a team and that it's alright to move on and forgive himself because he carries the weight of the world on his wide shoulders.

You are frightened the first time he carries you across New York because, in addition to thinking you will be too heavy for him to carry, you are also terrified of the idea. He reassures you, reminding you of his strength, that he can carry you and that he won't let go. You hardly open your eyes to look the entire time, clinging to him, but you make it! The entire time, he gives you comfort by assuring you that he has you and will keep you safe—and he does.

Aunt May adores you very much. She notices your kindness and can tell Peter loves you just by looking at him. You are always invited whenever she extends an invitation to Peter to visit. Peter makes fun of the fact that Aunt May prefers you to him.

Aunt May likes to share all the embarrassing tales with you and gossip with you about how Peter was as a young lad.

He is impulsive and will take you on a picnic on top of a building in the centre of the city while taking you on a swing through New York. He will visit you at work during your lunch break and drive you to a location with a nicer view than the staff area where you can eat your meal.

The two of you have so much fun together. He’s your best friend and that means that you can authentically be your silliest selves around the other without a care or without judgement. You dance around the kitchen singing your Elvis impressions full pelt, you play hide and seek in pretty much every large department store you visit because why not? There’s just so much laughter in your relationship with Peter and you adore it.

Peter isn't embarrassed to display his sensitive or helpless side to you. He's had nightmares about his parents, Uncle Ben, or the horrors of villains he's battled many times, and you're the one who comforts him by enveloping him in blankets, bringing him tea, and giving him temple kisses. You assist him in processing all of the trauma that he puts himself through.

Sometimes, particularly when he’s having those nightmares or going through a rough patch, you need to remind him to take care of himself. You’re the one who makes the meals and almost forces the plate into his hand to eat it instead of eating processed junk. You’re the one who gets in the shower with him, scrubbing the grime, dirt and blood of him, washing his hair and leaving little kisses on his collarbone. You’re the one who always packs a water bottle and snacks in his backpack for when he’s going out on patrol just so you know that he’s got something to eat and drink.

His computer background and phone background are photos of you. The one on his phone is a candid photo of you laughing that you hate but he loves because he loves that smile of yours. His computer background is a photo of the two of you at one of your family members weddings.

Peter always kind of knew that he wanted to marry you. After one and a half years of dating, Aunt May gives Peter his mother’s old engagement ring. It’s simple but beautiful and it holds a lot of meaning. Peter carries it with him, he’s not sure when he’ll ask you but he carries it with him every single day just waiting for the right moment.

Peter always know what to say to make you weak at the knees. It’s like he has a bank of the most beautiful things to say to make you giggle and blush like a teenager.

He enjoys kissing you. He kisses you on your lips, tummy, shoulder, neck, wrists, and knuckles in addition to your forehead, temple, and nose. If he had the slightest chance, he would kiss you nonstop. He simply enjoys kissing you.

He has a cocoa, coffee, and earthy scent. The chocolate is normally a snack from his backpack that you've packed, and the woodsy aroma comes from how much he enjoys being outside and learning about nature. He typically consumes coffee continuously to stay awake throughout the long evenings.

He is not reluctant to publicly declare his love for you. He never fails to hold your hand, give you a hug, or declare his love for you in the middle of the street. He would practically serenade you until you asked him to stop if it bothered you.

He’s very chill, he’s very low pressure so if you’re not feeling up to doing something, he doesn’t mind. He wants you to be comfortable so however he can help and whatever he can do to make you comfortable, he’ll do it. He doesn’t make you feel bad for it either.

Peter celebrates every single win with you no matter how big or small. He’s so proud of you and just wants you to know that so even if it’s something simple like you managed to figure out something in work or you managed to nail the recipe for those cookies that you’d been trying to perfect all week, he’ll celebrate and be so proud of you.

You are the one who gives him a massage and helps him shower after a difficult argument. You'll take care of him, tend to his injuries, and make sure he's both psychologically and physically healthy.

He makes you feel like the sexiest and most beautiful person alive. He could compliment you for hours as he looks into your eyes. He kisses you with so much passion that it makes you forget about everything. He worships you and your body, kissing you everywhere. He would spend hours making you feel good, making you orgasm over and over before he even thought about pleasuring himself. Sometimes, maybe after a hard fight, he’s rougher and more desperate, skipping the foreplay and just desperate to feel you. Most often though, he takes his time, teasing you and praising you. He makes you feel so unbelievably good, better than you ever thought you could feel.

He’s taller than you so the height difference when hugging him standing up is just *chefs kiss*. It also means that he can reach for the stuff you can’t get because you’re too short.

He has so many nicknames for you. He makes a new nickname or pet name up every day pretty much. Some are funny, some are cute and some can never hear the light of day again.

You sleep wrapped around each other, cuddled right into each other’s skin. He loves sleeping with your head on his chest, it makes him feel like he’s protecting you and keeping you safe. He also enjoys being the little spoon. He’s versatile.

You want to take his clothes, but since he's a really lean guy, he buys sweatshirts in a larger size and wears them before giving them to you. This way, the sweatshirts are not just the right size for you but also smell exactly like him. He never once criticizes you for your weight, shape, or size; in fact, he gives you compliments.

#andrew garfield #peter parker #Spider-Man #headcanons #marvel #peter parker x gn!reader #spider man x reader #peter parker x reader #andrew!peter x reader #andrew!spiderman #andrew!peter parker #the amazing spider man #tasm spiderman #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter headcanons

[cuffmeinblack]

Garreth Weasley masterlist

Ao3: cuffmeinblack

Buy me a cuppa 🖤

Full masterlist for all characters is here

Reader inserts female unless specified otherwise.

NSFW alphabet (headcanons) 🔞

Garreth Weasley x f!OC

Salvation - angst, friends to lovers (WIP) 🔞

Garreth Weasley is the first prisoner to walk free from Azkaban in centuries. As he tries to pick up his life from where he left off, he soon realises that his imprisonment has reshaped the man he once was. Battered and broken, he draws on the strength of a friend to right the wrongs he's suffered. In matters of justice and those of the heart, will truth finally out?

Garreth Weasley x reader

A Library Defiled - smut, 1.7k words 🔞

An tense encounter in the library shatters the barrier between friends and lovers.

Out of bounds - fluff, smut (WIP, hiatus) 🔞

You agree to help Garreth sneak into his aunt's chambers to retrieve some confiscated notes. First part reads as gn!reader.

Dreamful Sleep - fluff, smut, 3.5k words 🔞

Garreth's habit of sleepwalking is driving his friends and roommates insane, until you start to find him in the midst of his dreaming.

Needless apologies - light angst, hurt/comfort, gn!reader, 1.2k words

Garreth comforts you after a run-in with goblins.

Seek me - fluff, gn!reader, 2.4k words

Garreth comforts you after you have nightmares

Just a little tingle - smut, explicit, 1.4k wordsn🔞

Garreth has you try an experimental potion.

Love-drunk - fluff, gn!reader, 2.1k words

You have a crush on Garreth, but your pursuit is complicated by Sebastian-fucking-Sallow.

Tamed - smut, 1.4k words 🔞

Garreth is your little Gryffindor bitch boy.

Spills and thrills - smut, 1.6k words 🔞

Detention smut.

Strands of copper - fluff, gn!reader, 1.3k words

You end up idly playing with Garreth's hair.

Guilty pleasure - smut, pegging, 3k words 🔞

Behind closed doors, Garreth has no qualms about indulging in his guilty pleasure.

Encore - smut, 2.2k words 🔞

Garreth always gets worked up after a gig, and tonight is no exception.

Painted Canvas - fluffy drabble

Sharing - fluffy drabble

Unexpected - mildly spicy poem

Garreth Weasley x Ominis Gaunt

You need only ask - fluff, smut, 36.1k words 🔞

Garreth Weasley has admired Ominis Gaunt from afar, offering his secret assistance in their shared potions classes. Ominis finds out and wants to know why.

Audio excerpts: chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3

Lost and Found (ao3 link) - fluff, angst, 5.4k words 🔞

A love story told in five scenes.

Repercussions (ao3 link) - smut, 2.4k words 🔞

Ominis is driven to distraction by Garreth's voice.

My own

'Ominis and Garreth adopt a baby' drabble. Audio.

Garreth Weasley x reader x Ominis Gaunt

Proposition (v1) (ao3 link) - f!reader, smut, 4.3k words (audio excerpt) 🔞

Proposition (v2) (ao3 link) - m!reader, smut, 4k words 🔞

You've always held an affection for your best friend, Garreth Weasley, but he is very much taken by Ominis Gaunt. You weren't expecting Ominis to come to you with an intriguing proposition.

Garreth Weasley x Sebastian Sallow

A dress to remember (ao3 link) - smut, 2.5k words 🔞

Sebastian surprises Garreth with an outfit he knows will get the Gryffindor's attention.

Garreth Weasley x reader x Sebastian Sallow

Uneasy arrangement (ao3 link) - smut, 2.5k words 🔞

Sebastian allows you to indulge your fantasy of sleeping with Garreth, as long as he's there.

Garreth Weasley x Sebastian Sallow x Leander Prewett

Friendly competition (ao3 link) - smut, 5k words 🔞

Garreth and Leander find out that Sebastian has been fooling around with both of them; he thinks he can have his cake and eat it, but perhaps the two Gryffindors are eager to show him the perils of overindulging.

Garreth Weasley x Andrew Larson

Helping hand - smut, 3.7k words 🔞

When Andrew finds Garreth sneaking ingredients from the potions stores, he lets him go instead of throwing the Gryffindor in detention. That second's hesitation will be his undoing, to his great delight.

No pairing

These Days Worth Living - fluff, 1.6k words

Part of the Weasley Wednesday Christmas collaboration

As the first wizarding war draws to a close, Garreth spends time with his extended family and reflects upon his long and fulfilling life.

Audio

Garreth x f!MC x Ominis 🔞

Garreth x f!MC 🔞

Garreth x f!MC 🔞

Professor!Garreth x f!MC 🔞

Making you breakfast

Receiving a blowjob (f!listener) 🔞

Garreth x Sebastian x Leander 🔞

Garreth and Ominis adopt a baby

Getting pegged (f!listener) 🔞

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley fanfiction #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x ominis gaunt #garrinis #garreth weasley masterlist #hogwarts legacy masterlist #cuff writes

[wheels-of-despair]

Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: Your mother forces you to go to a Valentine's Day dance with a dull date, but Ralph manages to make your night worthwhile. Words: 2k

Note: This is a new and improved version of a Valentine's Day story that was originally a one-shot, but somehow it grew into a 40k word series containing 20 chapters. This story will not contain smut, but Ralph and I would still prefer it if anyone interacting was a confirmed adult. Please note that Worth It lives on a blog that blocks blank and ageless accounts, so if you are interacting with it, your age needs to be in your bio.

"Hello! You look simply radiant this morning. I hate to bother you, but I wondered, would you care to attend the Valentine's Day Dance with me?" He spoke so quickly, it took you a moment to process it all.

You'd just stepped outside your front gate, on your way to mail a letter to your aunt, and Ralph Penbury was suddenly right there in front of you, as if he'd been waiting behind a shrub for you to appear.

"Oh, I'm… I'm sorry, Ralph. I wish I could, but someone else is taking me." His face fell and turned red.

"I'm so sorry for bothering you, I hope you have a fabulous time," he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, which wasn't much, and then turned on his heel and scurried away.

"Ralph…" you called at his retreating back, wanting to explain. "Ralph!" He pretended not to hear, darting to the other side of the street so fast that you had no hopes of catching him.

You wish he'd asked you three days earlier.

You'd met the Penburys a few years ago. You were slightly older than the twins, but your mothers were part of the same social club, so you often ended up mingling at the events they dragged you to.

Victoria was loud, brash, and unbearable. The most self-centered person you'd ever met. Victoria dominated every conversation, and had no qualms about using her shrill voice to interrupt, should the subject not please her. You'd spent many an event thinking about bludgeoning her to death with various objects in your vicinity. Candlesticks. The base of a festive floral centerpiece. The chair she was sitting in. Her own shoe.

Her brother Ralph, however, fascinated you. Mostly because he hadn't smothered her in her sleep yet. The willpower that must've taken! Ralph was a true gentleman. And he was pretty funny too, on the rare occasion he was able to get a word in. He smiled often, and his eyes would shine with excitement when the conversation turned to something that interested him. (Not that he was ever allowed to chime in.) Sometimes he tried so hard to keep in an outburst, he would literally shake. He reminded you of an excited puppy; sweet, innocent, and in desperate need of someone to play with. If only you could get him away from his sister long enough to get to know him.

On the night of the Valentine's Day dance, your mother flitted and fussed about you more than usual, making sure every last detail of the silky pink dress that she'd commissioned especially for you was absolutely perfect.

You hated it.

The doorbell rang, and your mother clasped her hands and nearly fainted with excitement. You tried very hard not to roll your eyes. Checking that every hair on your head was still perfectly in place, your mother finally gave you a nod of approval, and led the way downstairs to meet Donald Andrews in the entrance hall.

You hated him.

This nightmare was entirely your meddling mother's doing. She'd had a hand in every detail of this night, from the venue her club had booked for the dance, to the boring boy escorting you there, to the shop he'd purchased your flowers from.

You hated her.

He stood there smiling stupidly in his freshly pressed suit, back straight, blonde hair plastered down, holding two matching bouquets: one for you, and one for your mother. He greeted her first, handing her a tacky bouquet with a flourish. She giggled like a schoolgirl.

You hated them both.

You'd suffered through exactly one dance with the most boring boy you'd ever met before retreating to a table and drowning your sorrows in whatever kind of non-alcoholic punch the responsible adults chaperoning this event had provided.

Donald's friends and their dates came to rest at your table between dances. Every single girl asked why you weren't dancing with your dreamy date. You told them you'd twisted your ankle during the first dance. An outright lie, but Donald, ever the boring gentleman, wouldn't dispute it. You glanced at the clock and heaved a sigh.

You passed the evening by discovering creative ways to fold your napkin, ignoring the crowd of Donald's gossiping friends around you until they suddenly fell silent.

You looked up to see what had caught their attention.

Ralph Penbury, dressed in a fancy new suit, was asking a pretty redhead to dance on the other side of the room. He was so excited, or perhaps so nervous, he was shaking. You thought it was adorable. They'd make a cute couple.

The girl threw her head back and laughed, then turned back to her friends. Ralph stood there, looking crushed. You felt your own heart drop, as if you'd been the one on the receiving end of this rejection. What was wrong with her? Could she not see how precious this sweet boy was? Then Donald Andrews and all his idiotic friends roared with laughter, and your sadness turned to rage.

Ralph looked up and saw the table guffawing in his direction, and he froze. You stood up suddenly, knocking your chair over, and started weaving your way through the buffoons. Your elbow caught the back of several heads in your haste to get away from them. You hoped it hurt. Ralph had turned to leave by the time you escaped the tangle of limbs surrounding your table. Dodging dancing couples in the center of the room, you didn't take your eyes off of him.

He was nearly at the exit by the time you caught up with him, still walking slowly with his head down.

"Ralph?" you asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He turned to face you, eyes brimming with tears. Your heart felt like it could burst.

"Don't pay those idiots any mind," you said gently. "They all share a single brain, and whoever was supposed to have custody of it tonight must've left it at home." He giggles, causing a single tear to spill over. He wipes it away quickly.

"Are you leaving? I was hoping I could ask you for a dance before you go. Or maybe we could go sit outside for a while and cool off?" You may hate these events, but you know he loves them. You wouldn't let those blockheads ruin his Valentine's Day.

"Really?" He sounds hopeful. You smile and nod, waiting for him to make the next move.

He returns your smile and extends his hand. You place your palm in his and give it a squeeze, letting him lead you back onto the dance floor. The song is a slow one, which is nice, because this is the longest you've ever managed to get him alone. You'd never realized how eager you were to talk to him.

A moment of silence passes as you get situated and begin to dance, but it's not an uncomfortable one; just two casual acquaintances getting used to being so close to each other.

"Your date looks angry. Should I have asked his permission?" He asks with a worried glance to his left.

You let out a laugh, a genuine laugh, the first of its kind all day.

"That boy is the dullest creature I have ever encountered." Ralph looks confused, so you continue. "My mother set all this up. That's what I was trying to tell you the day you asked me to come with you. She accepted his invitation on my behalf. Picked out this hideous dress and the torturous shoes that go with it. This is all her doing. If I had my way, I'd be at home, reading in my pajamas."

"Why?"

"Why would I rather be at home reading in my pajamas?"

"Why did she make you come with someone you don't like?"

"I think he's her last hope." You sigh. "You see, Ralph, my mother's greatest fear is not war or famine or even snakes. Her greatest fear is that I wind up a spinster like my Aunt Molly. Who is doing quite well for herself, by the way! Large house all to herself… an impressive library… several cats to choose from when she needs a cuddle…" You trail off and sigh dramatically in the direction of the chandelier, with a dreamy look on your face, hoping you've amused him.

He laughs, the trauma of a few minutes ago already forgotten. He launches into a passionate speech about cats, then dogs, and you wonder if this is the longest he's ever been allowed to speak at once.

You hate dancing almost as much as you hate being dragged to these stupid events. You really do. But here, dancing with Ralph as he chatters away excitedly, it suddenly dawns on you that you're actually enjoying yourself. You're only on your second dance, but somehow, all the pain and suffering and boring gossip about who's wearing what and who'd gained weight that you'd had to endure tonight seemed like a distant memory. This? This made it all worthwhile.

When Ralph finally pauses to take a breath, you seize the opportunity to make a confession.

"I didn't want to come to this… but now, I'm glad I did."

"Why?" he asks, oblivious at the hint you're trying to drop.

"Because I got to dance with you."

Ralph's face turns a deep shade of crimson, and he's unable to control the giggle that bubbles from his throat. You laugh with him, because it's so cute, you can hardly stand it. This is the best dance you've ever been forced to attend. You're so enamored by him, you don't even notice Victoria's shrill laugh cutting through the air, or the blisters forming on your feet from the shoes that were manufactured in Hell.

You suddenly feel a chill run up your spine, and as Ralph turns you on the dance floor, you catch a glimpse of a very red face glowering at you from behind the giant crystal punch bowl.

"Oh, no," you groan. The moment is ruined, the spell is broken.

"What is it?" Ralph asks, on the brink of panic already.

"My mother's spotted us. If she gets any redder, I think her head will explode." Ralph looks worried, like he's going to be in trouble, but it gives you a delightfully devious idea. "I bet if she saw us kiss, it would tip her over the edge. Shall we try?"

Ralph's eyes widen, and he nods feverishly. Smiling, you stand on your tiptoes in your dreadful shoes and capture his lips in a kiss. He doesn't move. You pull back and look up at him, standing completely still with his eyes blank. Is he still breathing? Have you broken him? You'd better check just to be sure. You come back in for one, two, three more short and soft kisses that he happily returns, now that the shock has worn off. Yes, coming out tonight was definitely worth it.

You see your mother advancing out of the corner of your eye.

"Meet me on the bridge in the park tomorrow at noon," you whisper. Ralph gives you a puzzled look. "If you don't see me again, she's killed me, but know that my last night on this earth was worth it." Her claw circles your wrist and tugs you away, steam billowing out of her ears. "It was worth it!" you yell back over your shoulder with a grin.

Ralph stands there, in the middle of the dance floor, watching your mother escort you from the building. He reaches up and touches the lips that had just touched yours. You were right. It was worth it.

Thank You To: @heyndrix, for being my #1 cheerleader, keeping me on track, and not blocking me for the constant teasing. @pollenallergie, for her unwavering enthusiasm. @eddiemunsonsmum for letting me rant and ramble in her general direction. @spookyscarydemonbabe for writing the cutest freakin' Ralph stories that definitely kept my Ralph Juices flowing on lazy writing days.

#writings of despair #ralph is worth it #ralph penbury #ralph penbury x you #ralph penbury x reader #ralph timewasters

[emry-stars-art]

I just read through all of the mer au and royal au master posts and I just have to say that they're so creative and I love the way you write and draw them. They're both such good aus.

Do you have any more with Andrew and Kevin taking care of Neil when he's just barely back from evermore? I don't care that it's not realistic that he's temporarily blind, I think it's such an interesting way to explore Kevin and Andrew taking care of Neil

(First of all thank you SO much you’re so kind, I also love exploring the dynamic of these three - if you couldn’t tell by the sheer volume of writing here - because ahhhh)

So I held onto this specifically for now; we are halfway through whumptober yayyyyyy 🥲

I bring you a small barrage of help and comfort for the boy!!

Abram’s immediate return to Palmetto

Responsibility II - Abram’s hair

Andrew catching Abram after a nightmare

Abram beginning his recovery in Day’s care

Andrew beginning to help with Abram’s physical therapy

Find more royal au scenes here 💕

#and yes! it is very incorrect for him to be still blind/blurry eyed in palmetto! #temporary blindness from head trauma only lasts like #half an hour at most #but yes I WILL be continuing to pretend otherwise thank you for your support #maybe Abigail has some alchemist trick #that can exist here let’s do that #but hey #two days until I pick up my moving vannnnn #so from here on out I’m running on my queue #I will still be here to chat and read asks and messages #I’m almost thereeeeee I’m so happy #anyway #my writing #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #kevin day #asks #royal au

[foxo-lotl]

from twitter

blame the otdiaftg account for this

TW/THANKSGIVING MENTIONED/LOTS OF PAIN, ANGST, SELF BLAME.

Neil blaming himself for Thanksgiving.

He knows he shouldn't, it wasn't his fault and he'd do anything to take it back, but Andrew's words come back to him the November's following it in the years to come.

"You misunderstand. I wasn't asking, Neil. You helped create this mess. The least you could do is help clean it up. Where's your sense of responsibility?"

the words plague him, threatening to choke him all throughout the weeks.

He knows logically it wasn't his fault, he would never choose such a thing, but Andrew's words were like a knife, buried deep and leaving a bleed too hard to stop.

When Neil wakes up from a new nightmare full of blood and sirens, following it is always the belief that it was his fault.

and while he knows, logically, he couldn't have predicted it, it kinda was his fault, right? his fault for pushing, his fault for insisting, his fault for asking.

Neil doesn't sleep.

His eyebags match Andrew's now, match the dark skin like a sick irony, it makes sense that they'd match, right? Neil tells himself it's the least he can do, after all, he caused it, right?

Aaron starts being more volatile, screaming at the top of his lungs insults during games and practice, cornering Neil after class, demanding things like Neil to just leave, that's all he's good for right? so just go. Andrew won't miss him. He hates himself more at that, and even more when he dies grab his duffle and shoes, slowly slinking to the door in hopes nobody wakes up. all he has to do is get out and leave, and then he's gone, gone, gone, was never there in the first place.

He has the door creaked almost enough for him to slip out, when he hears feet rushing to the door.

He turns around and is met with Andrew's disappointed, almost panicked face. Neil thinks he can even see a little sadness.

Words are hard for Andrew right now, so Neil is surprised when he hears a strangled, choked out 'rabbit?'

he's a mess, hair messy, eyes squinting in the light, body tense, still wrapped in his blanket he's hardly left for the past few days.

he looks so much smaller, he's small already, but he does everything to make his presence larger, but now, in the morning sunlight, he looks tiny.

Neil waits for him to say anything else, but it's clear he can't get any words out.

Andrew reaches a hand between them, small specks of blood still under the fingernails from when Neil found him scratching at himself in sleep.

Neil's unsure what to do, surely Andrew doesn't want to touch him, right? he's the reason Andrew can't sleep, the reason every breath feels like knives in his throat, the reason for his near constant migraines, Neil causes nothing but pain.

Neil stares at his hand like it's an alien.

Andrew keeps his hand raised, looking to the door, the duffle, his shoes. He hadn't realised before, too tired and fuzzy from the for once peaceful sleep he was having. Great, Neil ruined that for him too, of course, he can bring nothing but destruction. Andrew's eyes return to the door, before meeting Neils. He looks so vulnerable, Neil can see the panic in his eyes, in the shaking in his jaw and hand he's still holding up. What hurts the most though, is the pained 'Neil' stabbing it's way out of his throat. It's gravely, panicked, forced and painful, voice sore, Andrew's not talked for days leading up to this.

Andrew stares at the door like it betrayed him, when really, he should be looking at Neil like that, right? I mean, Neil really did. He hurt him so bad, and then he let it happen again!

Neil doesn't realise he's crying until he hears it hit the wooden floorboard, and then he feels the tears rushing down his cheeks, warm and fast.

Andrew stares at Neil's face with shock, as Neil begins shaking.

Neil let's go of the door and drops his duffle, and Andrew uses his chance to push the door closed.

Neil finds himself sliding down the door to the floor, head in his hands, muffling his sobs.

Andrew slowly lowers himself to the floor, every movement taxing on his body, using every bit of energy he has left.

That's Neil's fault too.

He cries harder.

Soon, Neil's sobs are accompanied by words, apologies spilling from his mouth, how he's so so so sorry, how he wishes it was him, how he would go back and do it all over again, his he would take Andrew's place a million times before ever letting him step into that room, how Andrew was right, he caused it, and he understands that he's nothing, worth nothing and doesn't deserve to stay, he should just go, before he hurts Andrew again. all he can bring is destruction and pain. It's like a dam on his emotions burst and now he can do nothing to keep them at bay. Towards the end of all his admissions, he can only manage to choke out 'i should just die' before going silent and hyperventilating. Andrew just sits there, shocked.

Neil doesn't even realise the silent tears streaking his face until he's finished, and feels even worse for making Andrew cry.

He can't breathe, can only feel pain and pain and pain and it's worse than any stab he's ever felt.

He feels Andrew's hand rest on the back of his neck, and counts as high as he can in all the languages he knows.

He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, Andrew's face is in front of his, cheeks red and eyes puffy

To his surprise, Andrew doesn't let go, hold tight onto his neck, slowly moving closer, resting their foreheads together, he croaks out a 'no'. Neil nearly reels back, thinking the no was for the touching Andrew initiated, but he meets Andrew's eyes and realises he means no, to everything Neil was saying, no to all of it.

Neil nods slowly, and watches as Andrew joins their hands, and starts to rise.

Neil rises faster, and pulls Andrew up too. Neil grabs his duffle, and for a second Neil sees the panic in his eyes, before Neil starts to walk to the bedroom.

Neil drops his duffle at the end of their bunk, before trying to release his hand from and Andrew's to climb the ladder to his bed. But Andrew doesn't let go, instead gently pulling to his bed.

Neil is surprised, Andrew can hardly stand touch right now, let alone sleep in a bed with someone else in it.

Still, Andrew leads him to the bed, only waiting until he needs to get in before letting go of Neil's hand.

He situates himself with his back against the wall, snuggled up in the blankets, before reaching a hand out to Neil.

Neil wants to climb in immediately, missing Andrew's presence and touch in the past few weeks, but he needs to be sure.

He asks 'yes or no?', meeting Andrew's eyes.

It's clear he's out of words, but still, he manages to whisper a yes whilst nodding.

Neil slowly lifts the covers, getting in, leaving a comfortable distance between them.

Andrew slowly reaches his hand out to Neil again, and Neil slowly twines their fingers.

Andrew pulls at his hand to encourage him to move closer, watching as Neil slowly shifts closer, breaths ghosting Andrew's face, meeting his eyes.

Neil sees the relief in them, contrasting his earlier panic, before he feels him slowly relax on the mattress beside him, watching as his eyes close and he settles into what is hopefully a peaceful sleep.

#all for the game #aftg andreil #aftg #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #palmetto state foxes #the foxhole court #aftg textpost #aftg series

[hopemariposa]

My Random Ducktales Headcanons!!!

this is another post where… no one asked for this. but my past Ducktales post did good so I give the people what they want

(I crave the validation of others)

I also sprinkled in goofy screenshots for a little bit of extra seasoning

Dewey like… ate rocks as a kid. just for fun

Huey told Dewey that Dodos ate rocks and Dewey internalized this, thus, Huey is responsible for Dewey eating rocks

Donald had a panic attack when he saw his nephew (that he is a legal guardian for) wolf down like… three rocks at one time for the plot

Louie had a collection of various historical coins (they’re his special interest)

Donald regularly has nightmares about being attacked and killed by a bear (same bro)

Dewey taught Webby the words “rizz” “gyat” and “skibidi toilet” and it became everyone’s problem

this lead to Scrooge exclaiming that “he does not have any rizz” (this is a lie, he is rizz lord incarnate)

Mrs. Beakley is a Pintrest Board Mom™️

she also can’t cook. she just has an assortment of Pinterest recipes that everyone despises but eats so she doesn’t feel bad

Storkules has beaten up Andrew Tate. Mixed martial arts? more like mixed Greek salad served by a hunky demigod.

Storkules is also a feminist. that’s not a headcanon, tho, that’s a fact.

so is Launchpad. fight me on this.

Launchpad and Storkules are also besties. they’re both himbos with too much game.

Launchpad has illegally smuggled contraband into the country before. whether it was sniffle snacks or an exotic animal we’ll never know, but smuggling is on his transcript.

LP unironically uses the pet name “pookie”. he don’t know what it means but he heard Dewey said and Dewey’s his best friend so that makes it cool

he also has a five step hair care routine

Scrooge regularly pays off several press stations to write wack stories about him because they make him chortle.

Scrooge also uses the term “square”… in daily conversation

one time he called Mágica a “square” and it personally offended her for life, ripped open several wounds, and destroyed her emotional well-being for the rest of her days

Mrs. Beakley’s guilty pleasure is watching trash tv. Real Houseives? yes. Dance Moms? she quotes verbatim. The Bachelor? it’s her personality.

Mrs. Beakley watching these tv shows also got Della invested. now they throw a hissy fit if the other watches ahead of them

Webby cries over Bluey episodes on the daily.

Webby also related immensely to Bingo Heeler— it has awoken feelings in her she preferred to keep hidden

this is less of a headcanon, more of a fact, but Huey, Dewey and Webby (and more Im not thinking about) are so Neurodivergent it’s not even debatable

Della is a gym rat. she just is.

thats all thanks

#duck tales #ducktales #donald duck #duckverse #disney ducks #della duck #dewey duck #huey dewey and louie #dt17 #huey duck #louie duck #scrooge mcduck #uncle scrooge #launchpad mcquack #ducktales headcanons

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

weirdass lesbian polycule b/w julia, reader, and ashley because as alfred pennyworth said: "some men just want to watcu the world burn"

if you can't do it then tis fine ^^

The forbidden prequel to the Yuri Square, the Lesbian Triangle of Doom

Julia x Ashley x Fem!Reader

Truly, your taste in women is enough to give someone whiplash

Looking at one of your girlfriends, it’s crystal clear why you love her to passersby

She’s soft spoken, polite, positively adorable- no doubt about it. Overall a wonderful woman

Meanwhile- your other girlfriend is a BPD nightmare

Ashley is loud, brash, acts first and doesn’t really dwell on the potential consequences- not to mention her….”insightful” personality

Though she doesn’t take kindly to the questions people have about your relationship

The comments can make her a bit insecure though- worried that you like Julia, or prefer her cause she’s “low-maintenance”

It couldn’t be further from the truth however

You love both your girlfriends

No matter how drastic their personalities are

Ashley clung to your arm, glaring daggers at the man Julia was profusely apologizing to for her outburst. A small altercation- mishearing a conversation you were having with him, believing he was speaking ill of her. So naturally she chewed him out….very publically you may add.

The three of you had decided on a nice walk, enjoy the scenery the best your miserable world would allow, but faith had other plans. And those plans involved calling a man more swears than you realized there were in the English dictionary.

Ashley grumbled, tightening her grip on your arm. You should be mad, should be reprimanding her for such an act but…

Goddammit she was cute.

Her cheek was pressed against your arm, squishing against it a little as she gave a disgruntled look towards the man- almost trying to intimidate him from where the two of you were standing. It was so cute, like an angry cat.

You couldn’t help but smile, running your hand through her hair to try and help soothe her. She initially flinched under your touch before accepting the affection. The scowl never completely left her face…but it definitely improved a little.

Julia rushed back over to the two of you, looking slightly less worried than she did earlier, “Okay! Good news!” She beamed, “The guy agreed not to sue us for Ashley calling his dead wife a maggot-infested, dead pig!”

“Hurray!” You raised the arm not occupied by your girlfriend in victory.

Ashley grimaced, but truth be told, she was a bit relieved to avoid trouble once again, “…wooooooo.”

Julia joined your other side, and you lowered your hand for her to take. Her approach was a lot gentler than Ashley’s, instead opting to gently take your hand into hers. She gave your hand a small squeeze before the three of you continued on your walk, chatting aimlessly with Julia while Ashley quietly listened- the scowl gradually disappearing in place of a small smile.

How the three of you ended up in this relationship is- beyond your understanding

Originally it was just you and Julia, having gotten together with a good while after her break up with Andrew

Though you’d been acquainted with her before then

You’d been aware of the dumpster fire that was her previous relationship, how she was harassed by Andrew’s sister into calling things off with him

And even then he was a flake with strange priorities

She only ever gave Andrew’s name, never once mentioning his sister’s

So it was a surprise to everyone when you learned that Ashley was the same one who previously harassed your girlfriend

You’d run into Ashley once while buying groceries, and you just kept bumping into it- strangely enough

Though she was fun to talk to, so you didn’t question how this woman just kept showing up wherever you went

Seems she found you to be fun as well

She made her advances pretty clear, even after you told her you had a girlfriend

You’ve had to reprimand her on personal space a lot during that initial friendship period

To make things worse for your conscious, you slowly caught feelings to

You talked with Julia about it, you’d told her about a new friend you made prior to this

It was a long talk, trying to figure out how to move forward and- explain your feelings

You still loved Julia- by gods you loved Julia. How could you not? She was just so sweet and beautiful and understanding and way too good for this shitty world

But what you chalked up to just- initial physical attraction to Ashley blossomed into something more complex

By the end of the talk, Julia wanted to meet Ashley. Get to know her before moving forward with any type of polygamous relationship

You’d all have dinner! Meeting up at your apartment and chatting on the way

….things couldn’t have gone more south.

You stood awkwardly between the two women, fidgeting with your hands nervously. Julia was partly hidden behind you while Ashley was standing in the doorway, scowling.

When she had arrived, both had very different reactions to the others; neither good. Julia went pale, looking like she saw a ghost, while Ashley had a scowl that was ice cold. No one had said anything, but just from the context clues…things didn’t look well.

Julia peered at Ashley from around your body, trembling. It was subtle, but given how close she was you could tell.

Ashley’s expression changed on a millisecond, sickeningly sweet as she grinned, “Well! Isn’t this such a small world..” you could feel the malice behind her voice.

“I…take it you two have already met?” You didn’t really know what to say in this moment.

Julia nodded, Ashley stepped closer.

“Awwww, what’s wrong Julia? I don’t bite~” She cocked her head to the side, trying to peer at Julia from her hiding spot, “Don’t you know it’s rude to ignore your guests?”

You turned to look back at Julia, she glanced back at you and then at the ground.

“Ashley is…Andrew’s sister…” she mumbled. It was the smallest bit of information, but it was enough for you to connect the dots.

Andrew’s sister harassed Julia. And unless he has another sister, then that means Ashley…

“Tattletale.” Ashley grumbled, crossing her arms, “Come onnn, I wasn’t being serious.”

“You told me to slit my wrists proper.”

Ashley made a few motions on her wrist with her finger, “Across the street for attention, down the street for results.”

Julia pulled up her sleeves instinctively. And well- you just about had enough.

“Okay, yeah- that’s it.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “You’re gone.”

“What?”

“What?!”

Ashley looked shocked to say the least, eyes wide. She then narrowed her eyes, looking very angry.

“What do you mean ‘I’m gone’?!”

“I mean you’re gone,” you stood your ground, “You harassed and threatened my girlfriend.”

“I didn’t even threaten her!” Ashley claimed, balling her fists up in frustration. Her nails dug into her palms a little.

“You kinda did…” Julia pointed out, quietly…but she pointed it out.

“Bullshit!” Ashley’s voice caused Julia to flinch back in response, “And you’re not even dating Andrew anymore, so obviously I won’t do it again.”

“How do I know you won’t try to get me to break up with Y/N?…” your girlfriend pointed out again, holding on to your arm for moral support as she stood up for herself, “She told me you like her…”

“Tattletale for Tattletale I guess..” Ashley muttered.

“You didn’t answer the question.” Your voice was firm, leaving no one to question if you meant what you said or not, “I don’t want to be friends with you if you’re going to talk like that to Julia.”

Your statement seemed to have actually gotten a response out of Ashley. Wide eyes at the fear of losing you. She furrowed her brow and directed her pink gaze to the floor, thoughts swirling behind her eyes as she thought about this. You used this moment to silently console Julia, taking her hand into yours and kissing her forehead.

“Alright.” Ashley’s voice caused both of you to jump. Not cause it was angry, just cause she hadn’t spoken for a while.”

You tilted your head, “Alright?”

“Alright,” She crossed her arms once again, looking away, “I’ll behave. I won’t mess with Julia again.”

That was….surprisingly easy. Almost made you question the validity of her words. But further observation told your differently. Ashley was hard to read, yes- but she gave no indication that she was lying. She was looking directly at you, her expression not nervous or anything. In fact it didn’t look much of anything. You didn’t know what to make of it, so you turned to Julia.

Julia had also been studying Ashley. She let go of your arm, feeling a bit more confident in her words, “Why’d you change your mind all of a sudden? I thought you hated me?”

“I never hated you…” Ashley mumbled, “I just- didn’t want you dating my brother.” It felt like she had more to say on that, but she moved on, “And I don’t want to lose Y/N so…” she shrugged, “I won’t ‘threaten’ you.”

“The air quotes don’t make me very confident…”

You rescheduled lunch. You wanted to see if Ashley would make good on her promise to not harass Julia

And surprising both of you, she did.

It was like she was….actually making an effort to be nice to Julia when you all hung out

The two even talked on their own merit, sometimes!

After learning what Ashley had done, it took you a while to reconsider your feelings.

Even if they were still there, which they were, did you even want to date the woman who hurt your girlfriend

Julia had to give you the okay, when she was ready of course. She took longer to come to terms with Ashley than you did

You all had that lunch, and had the conversation you wanted to have originally

Is this the healthiest relationship? No

Ashley still has her moments, and has to be reminded a lot of what she promised

But, you’re willing to brave those storms

Because the outcome is….peaceful. Surprisingly.

Maybe you can convince both of your girlfriends to get therapy so things can be peaceful more often…

#the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #tcoaal julia #ashley graves x reader #tcoaal julia x reader #x reader #so sorry this took a while #I got swamped with school shit

[kevindavidday]

THANK YOU for your “andreil doesn’t actually need to say I love you bc their actions speak louder than words” tag bc I’m right there with you. They don’t *say* I love you, bc it has no meaning to either of them. They didn’t hear it growing up. But actions? Those have meaning to them both. And so it says I love you deeper than words ever could.

you're welcome alsjalkdkss i was so scared to type that cuz ik most of the fandom thinks otherwise which makes sense i mean its their perception but as someone who didn't grow up with a lot of 'i love you's' and the ones that i did hear were tinged with excuses for abuse i kinda understand why they wouldn't say it???

there's so many other ways to express love to say 'i care about you' or ' i DO care' or stepping up when times are rough, sacrificing sleep for someone just to stroke their hair after a nightmare, holding their hand, knowing also how alien the words would be to the other person in the first place

i always thought that actually knowing and accepting someone loves you deeply changes you more than just hearing the words would

i see their i love you as more of a reverse game? the way they confessed in the first place with neil's 'you like me' and andrew's 'i hate you' response it would be so much more meaningful to me if it's a situation where neil says "you love me" and andrew just stays quiet one day yk he doesn't deny it sure but he doesn't need to say it and that's alright!!!

#idk if this makes sense at all but honestly they're too far gone to care about i love yous #it would be so much funnier for Andrew to do anythinf neil asks ever and neil to just one day go 'hehe u love me' and andrew's like 'kys??' #its like 5 am rn and i know i understand why people would want them to and if u think that way then stand by it yk! #but #i persoanally don't care much for it #so i can see them not caring too #aftg #tfc #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten

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Now they have something more.

Andrew takes in more air into his lungs, while everything inside was shrinking anyway. "It's nothing," he reminded himself, but for some reason it didn't get any easier. He looks into such familiar eyes that are darting from side to side. He wants to escape. Andrew pushes through the thoughts that he is the cause of the redhead's anxiety and tries to control the impassive expression on his face.

- There is no "us". - everything inside was burning, shrinking, and the skin felt sharply cold. "and 'this' is nothing, remember?" Neil nodded, and everything inside Minyard began to break off. Damn. He made this rule himself. And that's the same thing.. It really is, isn't it? There are none. It's nothing. It should be nothing. But then why does he want Neil to object so much? To stop him. To say that "it" is, because otherwise there would be no joint breakfasts. Nights when they helped each other fight off nightmares. There would be no such trust, which only grew every day. Rage boiled up inside. On the Nile. Why doesn't he understand? Why doesn't he understand Minyard? He always understands. And now?... Or does he want it to be "nothing"? ... Andrew hates him. He hates his smile. He hates disheveled hair and a reddened face after jogging. He hates that he always knows what he wants and when. She hates his eyes. He hates everything about Neil Josten, along with his sarcastic language. Shit.

How did it start? ... oh, Andrew's just an idiot. Not that it's Neil's fault. So why is he mad at him now? Why does he remind him that "this" is nothing, and not himself?.. He was the one who invited him for a walk every evening. On the roof. He gave him cigarettes. He asked his to stay with him. He allowed to bury myself in his hair in the morning and hug him by the shoulders. "But it should be nothing!!!" His mind screamed this morning when he woke up and watched Neil sleep. This rarely happened. The guy usually went for a run early... And now they're here. Roof. Cold. The starry sky. Angry Andrew and worried Neil. Why is he silent? "SAY SOMETHING," Andrew asks silently, hoping that he will understand him without words and hates himself for asking. Again. Andrew Minyard definitely definitely hates this guy. Or maybe this is another lie?...Andrew takes a deep breath, and looks at Neil. "Nothing!" A thought flashes through his mind, and only now does Minyard realize its absurdity. Her feigned confidence and truthfulness. He's angry. And he needs time to think about it. What if he realized too late that it was more than that? Something that Andrew can't afford to lose so stupidly.

"But it could have been more if you'd let it," Neil's whisper brought Andrew out of his racing thoughts and inner struggle with himself. He looks into the eyes opposite and does not find anything to say. Is he angry? Definitely. At myself. On the Nile. He hates Josten for being able to make him not hate himself. And... now they have it. Night. Stars. Uncertain words and movements. Slow touches of lips and one breath for two.

Now they have something more.

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Эндрю набирает побольше воздуха в лёгкие, в то время как всё внутри всё равно сжималось. "Это ничто" - напомнил он себе, но почему то легче не стало. Он смотрит в такие знакомые глаза, которые мечутся из стороны в сторону. Хочет сбежать. Эндрю продавляет мысли о том, что это он причина беспокойства рыжего и старается контролировать бесстрастное выражение лица.

- "Нас" - нет. - внутри всё горело, сжималось, а кожу обадавало резким холодом. - и "это" - ничто, помнишь? - Нил кивнул, и внутри Миньярда всё начинало обрываться. Чёрт. Он сам поставил это правило. И это же.. действительно так, правда ? Их нет. Это ничто. Это должно быть ничем. Но почему он тогда так хочет, чтобы Нил возразил? Что бы остановил его. Чтобы сказал, что "это" есть, ведь иначе бы не было совместных завтраков. Ночей, когда они помогали друг другу бороться с кошмарами. Не было бы этого доверия, которое только возрастало с каждым днём. Внутри закипала ярость. На Нила. Почему он не понимает? Почему не понимает Миньярда ? Всегда понимает. А сейчас?... Или он хочет чтобы это было "ничем"? ... Эндрю ненавидит его. Он ненавидит его улыбку. Ненавидит растрепанные волосы и покрасневшее лицо после пробежки. Ненавидит, что тот всегда знает, чего и когда он хочет. Ненавидит его глаза. Он ненавидит всего Нила Джостена, вместе с его саркастичный языком. Дерьмо.

С чего это началось ?... О, просто Эндрю идиот. Не то чтобы Нил виноват. Так почему он злится сейчас на него? Почему напоминает ему, что "это" - ничто, а не себе?.. Это он приглашал его каждый вечер на прогулку. На крышу. Делил сигареты. Просил остаться с ним. Разрешал зарываться в его волосы по утрам и обнимать за плечи. "Но это должно быть ничем!!!" - кричалл сознание сегодня утром, когда он проснулся и наблюдал за тем, как Нил спал. Такое бывало редко. Парень обычно рано уходил на пробежку... И теперь они здесь. Крыша. Холод. Звёздное небо. Злой Эндрю и волнующийся Нил. Почему он молчит? "СКАЖИ ХОТЬ ЧТО-ТО" - просит молчаливо Эндрю, надеясь, что тот поймёт его без слов и ненавидит себя за то, что просит. Снова. Эндрю Миньярд определённо точно ненавидит этого парня. Или, возможно, это очередная ложь ?... Эндрю глубоко вздыхает, и смотрит на Нила. "Ничто!" - проносится мысль в голове и только теперь Миньярд осознаёт её абсурдность. Её напускную уверенность и правдивость. Он злится. И ему нужно время, чтобы всё обдумать. Что, если он поздно осознал, что это нечто большее? Нечто, что Эндрю не может позволить себе потерять так глупо.

- Но это могло бы быть чем-то большим, если бы ты позволил, - шёпот Нила вывел Эндрю из мечущихся мыслей и внутренней борьбы с самим собой. Он смотрит в глаза напротив и не находит что сказать. Злиться ли он ? Определённо. На себя. На Нила. Он ненавидит Джостена, что тот смог заставить его не ненавидеть себя. И... Теперь у них есть это. Ночь. Звёзды. Неуверенные слова и движения. Медленные касания губ и одно дыхание на двоих.

Теперь у них есть нечто большее.

#aftg trilogy #aftg neil #aftg andrew #aftg #neil josten #the foxes #andrew minyard #all for the game #andreil