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★★★𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 1: 𝙃𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): N/a

Genre: Fluff

A/n: Welcome to the first day of Fluffmas! We're starting off strong with the lovely Melissa Schemmenti and a hockey game prompt!

Word count: 2.4k

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A shot of cold air hit your face, sending your already reddened nose and cheeks into a state of more frigidity. You shivered slightly, your eyes narrowing to avoid the snowflakes falling into them, leaving the snow to cluster up on your soft eyelashes.

"Thanks for coming Hon, I know hockey isn't really your thing," Melissa spoke up, looking over at you and a slight smile pulling at her lips at the sight of you all bundled up in her coat and scarf.

You open your eyes slightly to see your girlfriend more, matching her smile as a slight warmth finally comes to your cheeks in stark contrast to the icy air around the two of you.

"My love, you know I'd always come to support your family. After all, it's not every day that one of your girlfriend's friend plays for the flyers!" You chuckled, pulling up the zipper on your (Melissa's) coat despite it already being zipped up all the way.

"I guess that's true," The woman next to you chuckled, tilting her head to look up at the sky that had been covered in a sea of white. "But he's technically just one of my guys,"

You roll your eyes,

"Are you sure we couldn't have parked any closer?" You groan with a slight smirk, leaning forward in a dramatic manner as you felt your feet beginning to cramp up from how long you had been walking. "You get us free flyers tickets, but can't park closer than 30 yards?"

"Do you not see all these fucking cars?" Melissa asked, pointing over at the hundreds of cars filling the parking spaces up one by one with a raise eyebrow.

"Yes Mel, I see them," You roll your eyes in a joking manner, throwing your head back for the theatrical effect as you stood up straight once again. "But tell me this isn't a long walk,"

The redhead nods with a laugh,

"But look, we're here," She chuckled, gesturing to the building in front of you before opening the door for the two of you.

"Thanks baby," You spoke before placing a kiss on her cold lips, watching them curling up into a big goofy smile before walking into the not much hotter building, looking at the closed off hockey arena.

"Of course sweetheart," Melissa smirked, grabbing you by your waist as she led you to your seats that she had gotten with the rest of her family.

"Hey!! There's our favorite couple!" Leo smiled, kissing you on each cheek before doing the same to your girlfriend.

"Miss Teresa," You nodded at your future mother-in-law with a smile, blushing softly and retreating into your coat a bit as she rolled her eyes with a groan.

"Hon, I told youse to call me Teresa, no need for formalities," She chuckled, gesturing for you and Melissa to sit down next to her.

The older woman wrapped her arm around you, placing a kiss on your cheek as her cold red hair tickled your cheeks.

"You excited to see him play?" Melissa asked, pressing her nose against your temple before backing away to look you in the eyes.

You nod with a bright smile.

"I am, I do wish it was warmer though!" You giggled, pressing your mittens up against your cheeks for a sense of warmth. "But then again the ice would probably melt,"

The green-eyed woman simply chuckled, bringing you closer to her before leaning her head on your shoulder.

"Y'know Schemmenti, you're all sappy with me outside of school, but you haven't even told Barb about us," You teased her,

"You know I'm just waiting for the right time, plus, I don't need Janine fussin' about it. I also don't need Jacob and her knowin' my business," Melissa rolled her eyes in response.

You sighed with a slight giggle, understanding of your redhead's hesitation.

"So when does it start?" You asked, looking down at the ice rink that was currently being polished by the giant Zamboni.

"A couple minutes, Vinny told me they'll be starting in about 10, say...where is he?"

Teresa simply shrugged her shoulders, allowing for you to cock your eyebrow at her sudden lack for tightness when it came to being on time.

Melissa seemed to share your confusion but brushed it off as she continued to wrap her arm around you. You sighed in content, looking at the giant illuminated clock in the arena as you internally counted down the minutes to when the game would begin.

After about 15 minutes had passed, the two teams began to enter the rink, positioning themselves to their starting lineup. You still didn't know where Vinny was, and at this point you kind of didn't care and mainly planned on paying attention to the game.

You covered your ears at the sound of the whistle blowing, looking over at Melissa and smiling at how cute she looked focusing on the game.

Your lovesick thoughts were interrupted by a sudden vibration on your thigh and the now turned-on screen of your phone showing a text message from Janine.

"Janine?" You muttered to yourself, your voice not loud enough to draw Melissa's attention to it.

Janine: Hey Y/N! I'm watching the game with the Abbott crew! Hoping to see you and Melissa on TV!

You chuckled, typing out a funny reply about how you had accidentally gotten a seat next to Melissa before shutting off your phone, watching the screen go black before turning your eyes to the players fighting over the puck with their sticks.

Melissa had announced she was going to the flyers game, not mentioning you also coming with her as her girlfriend, so you also told your work friends that you were going as well just in case any of them spotted you on TV. At this point, the whole string of lies was working.

"Oh come on!" The 2nd grade teacher exclaimed in frustration along with the rest of the people around you as one of the players for the flyers screwed up a very easy shot.

You giggled slightly, noticing how Melissa's anger softened at your endearing nature.

"Think I could play better than some of them?" Melissa asked you, licking her lips to rehydrate them from the cold.

"You could definitely beat one of them, you're good, but not as good as you are at baseball," You replied, bending over the arm rest of the seat to press your lips against her hair.

"That's true," She smirked.

You looked off to your right, still trying to figure out where Vinny was, but not letting it overwhelm your thoughts.

'That idiot is late again, I can't wait to see Melissa bust his ass...hopefully with words...I can't watch him get another bloody nose from her,' You thought, shuffling your body to stand up right, looking at the arena once more.

You looked at the at the giant cube of screens in the middle of the celling, your eyes glossing over each of the screens before turning to look back at the players.

"Oh my god you idiota!" You heard Teresa exclaim, making you chuckle, leaning forward as you heard the woman curse the young men on the ice out in Italian.

"Your mother may be better at insulting hockey players than you however," You giggled, placing your hand on Melissa's thigh as you continued to laugh before regaining your composure.

"Oh now that is definitely true, I've been hearing it since I came out the womb," Melissa replied, looking at her mom. "Right Ma?"

"It wasn't my fault those dumb eagles decided to give up a touchdown!" The older woman retorted.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Ma," Your girlfriend rolled her eyes, resting her head on her hand as she shook it in fake exasperation.

The minutes passed, and you were sure your hearing almost passed as well from the angry yelling from the two women next to you, but you didn't mind. Once the sound around you had gone from yelling to cheering, you glanced up at the collection of screens to see the score, and your eyes could only widen when you saw your face with Melissa's on the kiss cam.

"Um...Mel..." You muttered, tapping her shoulder before pointing at the giant screen, the two of you listening as the cheers of people watching all around the stadium filling your ears whilst you blushed furiously.

"What the hell?!" The redheaded woman exclaimed as she looked at you, confused as there usually weren't kiss cams at the games she went to. "Sorry Hon, I ain't doing this, you know the rest of Abbott is watching," She looked at the camera with an angry glare.

You immediately nodded.

"Yeah, don't worry, I don't wanna tell anyone without you being 100% ready," You said with an understanding nod, your face reddening as you heard the boos of people as the kiss cam returned to the close-up cameras.

"Oh fuck off would youse?!" Melissa exclaimed, making you only more embarrassed.

"Mel, they're just being cupid for a day, let 'em," Teresa chuckled, looking at your girlfriend with a smirk that felt almost mischevious.

"Uh uh- No way, I am not revealin' my relationship to the world on one of these fuckin' things," The green-eyed woman replied with a glare sent towards her mother that made you laugh into your coat. "And besides Ma! You don't like these things either!"

Her mother simply hummed in reply, taking a sip of her hot chocolate (Prosecco).

Melissa nor you were sure exactly what was going on as the kiss cam was on you two for a second time, but you both knew that the redhead was about to take a hockey stick to the person controlling it from how mad (Flustered) she was.

"What the fuck is going on? I- Ma!" Your girlfriend shouted with reddened cheeks at the sight of her mother bending over dying of laughter.

"Teresa!!" You squeaked. "This isn't funny!"

"Just kiss you two! You're dating for ravioli's sake!" She cackled.

"I already told you I'm not letting the people at Abbott see me kiss her till I want them to!"

"And that'll be after Christ's second coming Melissa, just kiss the poor girl! She's blushing like a maniac over there!" Tereasa continued to laugh as she pointed at you.

You simply breathed a sigh of relief as you noticed the screen had changed a couple of seconds ago, ignoring the dying out boos from the crowd.

"Teresa, she'll kiss me in front of people eventually, she loves me," You managed to stutter out,

"Exactly," Melissa mumbled, pressing her lips to your hair as there was no more camera pointed at you two.

As the game got more intense, you on-looked your girlfriend continuing to analyze each of the players movements, occasionally looking up at the screens to get a closer view of each and every shot and pass made. You felt like a magnet drawn to her, but in your head, you wouldn't have it any other way.

"What's that look for Hon?" She asked you, catching on to your lingering stares at her focused eyes and furrowed brows.

"Nothing, I just really, really love you," You smiled, not meaning anything behind it other than pure adoration for her, which she picked up as she always did.

"What do ya want?" Melissa teased, her expression turning more into loving expression as she watched you giggle.

That was her favorite sound after all, your laugh. She'd do anything to hear it.

"Hey lovebirds!" You heard the voice of your mother-in-law exclaim, drawing your vision to the kiss camera once more.

"Oh my god," You chuckled, rolling your eyes once again, looking at Melissa with a smile. "It just won't leave us alone will it?"

The redhead simply remained silent, looking at the camera before looking at you with a soft smile. She leaned forward, caressing you hand as she wrapped her other around your neck. You could feel her the warmth radiating off her cheeks from your bodies inching closer towards each other.

"I think it's telling me to stop being a coward and start loving you out loud like my girl deserves," She whispered before moving the hand that was holding yours to your chin and pulling your lips together.

You felt your eyes flutter shut, your brain going a million miles an hour, to say you were shocked was an understatement. But for a moment, your brain told itself to shut up and just love the woman back.

Pulling your lips away from each other once the crowd had quieted down it's cheering, you looked at Melissa with a loving gaze.

"Melissa," You smiled, your eyes looking at her as if the redhead touching you wasn't real, but just a figment of your imagination too good to be true.

"Y/n, I love you," The older woman pressed her lips against your forehead, leaving a warm feeling in your body before she pulled away slightly. "I'm sorry I never showed it,"

Your smile quickly turned sympathetic the moment you saw an uncharacteristic guilt wash over her facial features.

"You're okay, after all, I wouldn't want to be bothered about my relationship by everyone I knew because of some sudden PDA and all that," You reassured her, tucking a red curl behind her ear.

Melissa simply chuckled, the guilt falling from her face as she laughed.

"But yeah, you do know we're gonna be interrogated by Janine and literally everyone else at Abbott tomorrow, right?" You smirked, pulling up your phone to show all of the messages clouding your lock screen.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," The redhead sighed, pulling you closer to her by wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

You simply leaned into her embrace, looking up at her with eyes of adoration.

"I wonder why it kept picking on us," You pondered, your thoughts returning to the hockey game in front of you.

"Yeah, I wonder," Teresa muttered under her breath with a knowing smirk, looking up at the press box before giving a slight nod.

"Thanks Ted," Vinny smirked back at his aunt as he handed the camera man a stack of cash.

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

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desswright29 · 8 months

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HALF CRAZY PT.1

Contains: Smut(18+), Angst,

Word Count: 2.9k

Taglist: @imjusthere2readbruv,@bubbleblowinggirl, @euph0ricx0,@bellaallebbella1, @minionslikeppl, @melanated-queen, @letitiasnyash, @tishlvr, @writtenbymarie

A/n: I think you’re gonna wanna read this 🤭

Y/N’s ARC

You wish you’d slept. Woken up, stretched, and rolled over to find that Shuri wasn’t in the bed with you. But, that’s not how it went. You’d spent a long agonizing night awake and alone. At first you had hope. Choosing to believe that your wife would be home like she’d said she would. It was about midnight when you started getting angry. Throwing on some of her sweats, a T-shirt, and some tennis shoes, you left your home inside of the palace; en route to Shuri’s lab, hair pulled back and ready to fight. Until, half way there you realized that your heart wasn’t ready for what you might possibly find. The rest of your night was spent in a downward spiral of possibilities. What was going on in that lab? And then tears. An endless flow of tears. Because you knew. Watching the sun rise over the buildings through your open windows from your bed, the delusional thought that she was going to return home left with the nights sky and a numbness took over you. There were no more tears left to cry.

Rolling out of bed you put on your slippers and try standing, only to fall back onto the bed. Your heart was beating fast and your body felt like it was glitching from the lack of sleep. Weak. You were weak. So, weak you found yourself crawling to the bathroom to run yourself a bath. Praying for relief. Determined not to allow her to see you like this upon her return. Somewhere inside you, you would have to find strength. But, as of now it didn’t seem feasible. Sitting on the floor back pressed against the cold tub you place your hand over your chest and let out a few painful deep breaths. Trying to ground yourself, trying to feel anything except for the pain. Telling yourself you didn’t know. You technically had no proof. But, you did know. You’d connected yourself to Shuri mind body and soul for years! You breathed Shuri, knew her through and through. Her pulling away from you felt like a literal tearing of the soul, you felt it in your gut and you could hardly breath. You let out a gut wrenching scream. Bast! You just wanted to breath. With one last gasping inhale, and whimpering shaky exhale you pull yourself to your feet and remove your robe and slippers. Gently stepping into the tub sinking into the water.

It was so peaceful there in the water. So warm. So welcoming. If only you could just stay there forever. You held your breath for as long as you could; until you heard a door close. Quickly popping up out of the water you lean back. Pulling the wet locs from your face. Putting on your proverbial mask you prepared to pretend. The door to the bathroom quietly opened, Shuri’s head peaking through. Closing your eyes you lay your head back against the tub, to her it seemed that you were ignoring her presence, but you were only trying to hide away your bloodshot eyes. “I-I didn’t expect you to be awake so early.” Her face was filled with worry. Your lips turn up into a light smile. “Of course you didn’t dear. No worries. Just a bit of trouble sleeping.” Shuri awkwardly stood by the door shuffling from one foot to the other. “I-I t-thought you had left me. I-I’m sorry. I didn’t come home. We just got caught up in the project and you know how I get. I can fall asleep anywhere.” You finally open your eyes and look at your wife. She had on the clothes she’d left in last night. But there wasn’t a wrinkle in sight. Definitely didn’t sleep in those. She looked refreshed as though she’d gotten a full nights rest. And there wasn’t a curl on her head out of place.

“Well I’m sorry to dissapoint. Unfortunately, I’m still here.” Shuri shot you an incredulous look. “Why would you say something like that?” After rolling your eyes, you allowed them to travel up and down her body. Taking note of every detail. “Hm.” You turn your head away, and Shuri let’s out a sigh. “What’s the matter y/n?” Letting out an unamused chuckle you reply “That’s a silly question to ask when your walking into our house at 7 am when you said you’d be home last night. But, I’m really trying not to argue.”

“There’s nothing to argue about. We were working.”

“Ok Shuri.” Turning to send her the meanest grimace you could muster, your voice filled with pure annoyance. Huffing, she leaned against the door frame. “It’s best if you get whatever is on your mind out now don’t let it build.” A look of realization crossed over your face. “Oh that’s what this is. You hang out all night prepare yourself for an arguement and come straight in here to face the music huh. Am I not angry enough for you?” Shuri smiles shaking her head, looking down at her feet. “That’s ridiculous.” You release a deep exhale. “I would like to just be left alone Shuri.” At first, she stands there staring at you, opening and closing her mouth as though she has something to say before thinking better of it and deciding to exist the bathroom. Leaning back again you try to get yourself back into a relaxed state, but your mind began to take you on a trip once again. With a huff of irritation you get out of the tub and prepare for the day.

The smell of food being cooked wafted through the air as you exited the bathroom in your towel. Sitting on the edge of the bed you began to apply your butter. She used to do this for you. Awhile ago, she would’ve bathed you, dried you off and carried you into the room to moisturize you body, with you continually swatting her hand away from your privates. You and Shuri had never been this distant and awkward with one another. It was begining to feel like you were living with a stranger, and not your bestfriend. Shuri entered the room dressed in a new outfit for the day. Business casual in a white short sleeved button up with tribal print placed strategically over it in various colors. She’d cuffed the sleeves showing off her beautiful biceps. The necklace holding her Panther suit peaked through the buttons left undone. She wore matching form fitting slacks that stopped right above her ankle with sneakers that brought the outfit together. One thing would always be for certain with Shuri, and that was she looked damn good. You could smell her from the door way. “Sthandwa, I know I said I’d make it up to you today. But-“

“You’re going back to the lab.” You interrupt.

“ibaluleke kakhulu (It is very important)” Licking your lips you look her up and down. “kuya kubonakala kunjalo (It would seem so)” Your head cocked to the side and your eyebrows furrowed. Yes, Shuri had a swag like no other. But, this was not her typical lab look. She knew it and so did you. Your heart stuttered as she walked towards you kneeling in front of you. “I know I’ve been making some empty promises. But, I’ll be sure to be home tonight. We can snuggle, watch movies, whatever you want to do my love. I’ve already made breakfast for you. Why don’t you relax and get some rest today, or go shopping with Tolu or something. Hm?” Watching her skin glisten with Cocoa butter and smelling her intoxicating scent, like a vanilla bourbon, had you feeling things. Her lips were as smooth as butter you couldn’t take your eyes off of them. You couldn’t think straight. So nodding you tell her. “Just go.” Quickly she pecked your lips three times and headed for the door.

“I’ll see you later, Ubusi” And with that she was gone again. Sitting there listening to the silence and smelling her lingering scent you removed your robe, and began to finish moisturizing your body. As you rubbed the whipped butter all over your body your mind wandered to your wife’s beautiful hands, and how they would caress your body just like this. Massaging your breast, your waist, your thighs, your ass. How her breath would caress your neck as she’d hold you close. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear in your native language. Your body quivered at the thought. Quickly, your mind shifted, and your wife’s hand were roaming the body of Riri Williams. Realization that you’d just sent your wife into the arms of another woman; looking and smelling irresistible while you sat at home pouting, pissed you off.

Going over to your full body mirror you looked at your naked body. Only slightly taller than Riri, your body was curvaceous, chocolatey, and buttery smooth. Your ass sat perfectly as did your breast, waist sitting perfectly in between almost nonexistent. Your face is striking. Big deep dark almond shaped eyes and beautifully plump lips . Your thick shoulder length loc’s frame your face perfectly. A sight to behold is what you are. That’s not all. You were also the most notable herbalist in Wakanda. Having created healing ointments and medicines for many fatal diseases. A doctor of herbs. A scientist. No longer practicing so that you could be Shuri’s dedicated wife. Only for her to fall for a beautiful little engineer. Why were you sitting and allowing this to happen? When you couldn’t come up with a good answer, you headed to your closet. No more tears. It was time for retribution.

Strutting down the hallway in your strappy stilettos, you were on a mission. Wearing a sexy long olive green silk sundress with reddish orange flowers decorating the bottom. It had a corset back causing your juicy shimmering breast to sit up high, and a slit up to the hip, and your panties were nonexsistent causing your ass to have a mind of its own. Your locs were worn loose and the majority were tossed to the left side of your head. The heads of staff walking by snapped as you made your way to the lab. Two Dora stood in front of the doors shocked at the sight of you. You gave a slight nod signifying that you wanted entry. They saluted you and opened the door. “Good morning your highness”

“Good morning” You reply, returning the salute, continuing your path down the bright hall lined with Dora who saluted as you walked through. “Panther, your wife has entered the lab” Griot announced. Stopping at the entrance, You scanned the room watching all of Shuri’s scientist work diligently, while trying not to gawk at you. That’s when you spot her. Upstairs by her office with Riri. Riri wore dark brown cargos that hugged her hips and ass just right. With a black cropped tank that showed off her toned stomach, and black combat boots. A single gold rope chain was the only jewelry she wore. It appeared they’d been in deep conversation before you arrived. Riri sitting on a lab table with Shuri practically inbetween her legs. Your jaw flexed. Shuri stepped back at the sight of you, Riri stared at you as you strutted over to the stairs your hips moving in a figure eight as you walk up the stairs in their direction. The click of your heels resounding throughout the area. Shuri couldn’t take her eyes off of your body. And Riri looked visibly annoyed by your presence. Lucky for her she wouldn’t have to deal with it for long.

“H-hey sthandwa, what are you-“ Shuri began, but you quickly fist the front of her shirt, pulling her along with you to her office not even acknowledging Riri’s presence. Leaving the door slightly open, you push Shuri up against her desk, and began unbuttoning her shirt. “What the hell is going on.” She whispers. Your hand immediately comes up and grabs her by the throat. “Shut up.” You say directly into her ear, nosing down her neck placing butterfly kisses along the way as you tightened your grip a bit. “Uya kwenza njengoko mna (you’re going to do as I say)”.

“Y/n, what are you doing?”

“Shut. The fuck. Up.” She was taken aback. But she was silent. Intrigued. With her shirt now opened you slide your manicured hand from her neck down along her abs. Feeling them shiver under your touch. “Yes ma’am?” You place your demand in the form of a question. Shuri nodded under your spell. “Yes ma’am” she whispers in a seductive tone.

“Good Panther.” Your lips grazed hers as you spoke. Your finger moving up and down the line in the center of her stomach, her abs contracted from the tickling sensation. With that you threw your heeled foot up onto the desk beside her, sexy leg glistening in the fluorescent lighting. Shuri groaned moving to touch it and you smack her hand. “Uh uh, No touching. Activate the strap.” Reaching down you began to unbuckle her belt and pants, sliding them down as she obeyed your request. The strap appeared overtop of her boxers as you slid them down. Slowly you begin stroking. Shuri’s eyebrows furrowed as she bit her bottom lip, groaning in response to your touch. “Hands on the desk, and don’t move them until I say so.” You rub the tip of the strap through your folds a few times before you slide it inside, with one leg up on the desk one straight on the floor, demonstrating your flexibility. Shuri’s mouth fell open and her eyes rolled back as your pussy gripped the girth of her special strap. Using her waist to balance yourself you began to ride. “O-Oh, Oh Fuck” she stuttered as you moved her body against hers. For a minute both of you just stared into eachothers eyes mouths wide with pleasure, unable to find the words to describe the feeling, the only sound that could be heard was your juicy pussy squelching. Her eyes were wide with shock and excitement as she moved her hips to match your thrust. “Ooo yea.” You breathed. “This feel good to you baby?” You ask.

“Yea. Yes. Bast it feels so good baby.” Shuri had a death grip on the desk. Trying not to grab your ass. “Yea?” Moving faster you bring your arms up around her neck as your ass began to clap on her dick pulling a long growl from Shuri’s chest as you hear the desk start to crack under Shuri’s grip. Your hand finds her throat again. “Who’s making you feel this good? Huh?”

“Uhn. Shit! You are Nkosazana.” You squeeze tighter. “What’s my name?” you say riding harder. “Ah. Y/n.” She whimpered. Squeezeing a little tighter you demand “Louder!”

“Fuck baby! Y/n!”

“Who’d you make this dick for baby.”

“You Y/n” She whined loudly.

“Who else can ride this shit like me!”

“Uhn, NOBODY! Nobody riding this shit like you. Fuck! Please! Please let me touch you!”

“Uh uh, Who’s dick is this?”

“It’s yours baby fuck” Her eyes were watering, practically crying, she wanted to touch you so bad. “What’s my name Shuri?”

“Y/n!” You grabbed her face with both hands, staring into her eyes, legs starting to buckle. “What’s my fucking name Shuri!”

“Y/n Udaku!”

“Who’s dick is this!?”

“Y/n Udaku’s! ” She threw her head back screaming and panting her hips continuously ramming up to meet yours. “Good girl. You can touch me now.” As soon as you said the words there was a crash, as all the items were removed from Shuri’s desk. She had your ankle on her shoulder now and you were now pressed against the desk as she pounded into you mercilessly with her hands full of your ass, her mouth over top of yours as if she wanted to swallow you. You stick your tongue in her mouth in a sloppy kiss. “FUUUCK ME SHURI!” You yell in pure passion, and also so that EVERYONE could hear. “I’m going to cum so hard! So deep inside you, pretty girl! Is that what you want?” She says. “Yes! Shuri give it all to me! Give me all of my cum. I’m cumming with you!” She attaches her lips to yours once more as her hips begin to stutter. As she starts to cum she bites down hard onto your shoulder and you scream out in pain and pleasure, as you scratched at her back through her shirt. The pain and pleasure mixture quickly brings you to your own orgasam. Curses, Ah’s, Oh’s, and Bast’s filled the room.

You both held tightly onto eachother as you caught your breath, recovering from your orgasams. Slowly, Shuri stood and pulled out of you begining to fix her self. Looking down at you looking at your glistening pussy. “Fuck” she said, looking as though she was under a spell. Standing and fixing your dress, you grab Shuri by her opened shirt as she rebuckled her belt, pulling her into a sloppy kiss. “I’ve gotta go. But I’ll see you tonight. No later than 8pm” You turn to leave; leaving no room for discussion. As you walk towards the door you hear a gasp. “Was that open the whole time!” You turn and give her a wink before walking out. To your surprise Riri was still there. Welder in hand and jaw clenched. You smiled. “Welcome back to Wakanda” You say walking away all eyes on you in pure shock as a mixture of you and Shuri’s cum ran down your thigh.

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variousincorrectxreader · 1 year

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quick word vomit.

my favorite genshin characters reacting to your death.

includes: Sucrose, Amber, Zhongli and Lumine.

Warnings: character death (reader), slight spoilers in Sucrose's part, blood in both Amber and Lumines part, reader is sick in Zhongli's part.

Sucrose

She was completely unaware that you had left without taking proper first aid, she was simply too distracted to do her usual check up on you. Oh how she wishes she did so now.

"dont worry! Sweets. I'll be back before you know it. Its just a simple supply run after all."

and you had left, leaving with a peck on the cheek and a murmured I love you that she barely caught, too focussed on her strange experiments to reply. You had run into a horde of monsters blocking the road. A very unlucky random encounter. Only you and two others were fully equipped to fight, and fight you did... you fought well, but you had sustained heavy injuries, and you had no way of healing them. How stupid you felt, how guilty you felt. Because now you were leaving Sucrose behind, just like her so called friends. your vision went dark, dot by dot, the yelling of your comrades fading away into nothing.

Sucrose was just finishing yet another experiment when a knock on the door was heard. 'Strange,' she thought. Normally you would just barge in, recounting your epic tale of the day. Well whatever. She was just happy to see you, excited to show you her findings. So why did her stomach twist uncomfortably as she approached the door?

Instead of your smiling face, smudged with dirt and who knows what, she was met with two grim faces. Both looked as if they had been through hell. Sucrose's heart dropped as she saw what they were holding in their hands. Her world faded away, tuning out the condolences given by your teammates as her focus zoomed onto the familiar weapon and- Your vision. Dull and devoid of color.

in that moment, Sucrose felt her entire world break, her usual anxiety around unknown people crumbling away as she snatched the vision out of their hands, sinking to her knees and sobbing her eyes out, tears fogging up her glasses.

You had left her alone.

———

Amber

The Outrider was there, with you when you died, having been assigned a mission around the edge of Mondstadt, responding to reports of treasure hoarders passing through constantly. Her mind frequently wanders to that fateful day, wishing she was able to protect you better... wishing to have been stronger. You had gotten shot. Twice, an arrow wedged painfully in the side of your ribcage and another buried in your chest. Warm blood was coating your lovers hands, drenching your shirt and sticking to Ambers body. Her brown eyes were staring fearfully into your own

"H-hey, sleepyhead... stay awake, alright! That way w-we can... go eat some sticky honey roast with P-paimon and the t-traveler..."

she knows its useless, you know its useless... you've been bleeding for too long, the wounds too deep to heal properly. But she still tries to cling onto hope. And all you do is smile, your breaths shallow. And in your last moments you comfort her, youre dying and yet... shes the one seeking your comfort instead of her giving it to you. She feels so worthless right now. As she watches your vision and the light in your eyes flicker, she pulls you close. Rocking you as if you were falling asleep. Your last words being a testament of your love for her.

and as your grip on her hand loosens, she knows you have gone somewhere she cant follow, not even if she ran with all her might, or crossed the most dangerous chasms with her wind glider. Youre gone, and she will forever blame herself.

———

Zhongli

The Geo Archon is grateful for the time he has with you, so many good memories of laughing and telling stories while drinking wine.

But he cannot stop himself from despising the fact that you, are a mere mortal. While he, he is a God with much more time on Teyvat that you could ever dream of.

especially when you are brought into the Funeral parlor he is currently employed at. Was this why Hu Tao was acting weird? Zhongli was no fool, he knew you were sick. He knew that your lifespan was short, even more so than the average mortal life. Bu he didnt expect you to just flicker out so fast. Zhongli is used to seeing the people he cares for dying, for he has been around to see the rise and fall of many things, including Liyue itself. But it still hurts just as much as it did a thousand years ago, to lose someone so important to him.

you left him letters, the first one he found in your shared home, on his bedside table. Along with the Vision he himself had given to you, The letter had been an apology, for not telling him that your health had gotten worse. You also said that there were more, more letters hidden in places the two of you shared fond memories. He finds them all quite quickly, his eyes watering as he looks over each one, lovingly written

'I love you,' these three words ended each letter, and in response, after reading each one. He would say "I miss you." Even hundreds of years after you are gone. ———

Lumine (Traveler)

Lumine couldnt feel anything. The only thing she could see is the blood, dripping from your gashes as you tried to stumble into Mondstadt. Presumably to the cathedral. She didnt care about the stains she couldnt care about anything as she ran with all her might, carrying you in her arms. She had sent Paimon go on ahead, to tell Barbara of your condition.

Right now, everything is dangerous. Anything could hurt you. It doesnt help that the blood loss has made you delirious, blurting out a sudden confession.

"shhh, save it for l-later."

its ironic, the words she wants to hear the most during a time she doesnt want to hear them. She tells you to hush, to save your strength for while Barbara heals you, knowing the Deaconess can only do so much. And yet you dont stop. You keep listing reasons why you have fallen for her. her determination, her skill, her voice, and her eyes. Oh how you love her eyes.

suddenly, before she realizes it, she has carried you halfway to the cathedral, and she can see Barbara rushing towards the two of you, fear clouding her ocean eyes. She begins to heal you, but she is being realistic. You have lost a lot of blood, the trail thick throughout the city of freedom. She tells Lumine there is a slim chance of survival, but she takes it. A slim chance is better than no chance at all. and she watches as the medics take you away, unaware that she was fighting them off until Paimon yelled at her to calm down. Before you are out of sight, she screams out. Desperately;

"I love you too! So... p-please survive so we can go on a date!"

your smile has a sense of finality that she despises, oh how she hates how youve accepted your fate. She wouldnt be able to accept your death. So how are you? After she has cleaned herself of the crimson staining her body, she makes her way to the cathedral, Paimon trailing behind, equally as worried. Its strange seeing the pixie so serious about something.

and the waiting game begins. Lumine was never patient, and this moment was no different. She was restless as she waits for an update on your condition.

when Barbara finally comes out, Lumine stands up, rushing over, seeking an answer.

the one she gets shakes her to her core. She has just lost another important person in her life. Barbara speaks up, her voice shaky. "They... they wanted you to have this..." your vision, lacking the beautiful glow that reminded her of your eyes. She didnt take it, despite you wanting her to have it, she couldnt. Seeing it broke her even more.

She's lost her brother, and now she's lost you. You've finally gone somewhere she cant follow And when she reaches for you again, you won't be there.

"w-we were supposed to go on a date..."

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foli-vora · 1 year

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Female reader! With Frankie Morales.

Prompt 25, 34, 49, 55, 60, 70. (Maybe not all just the ones you see fit)

So I was thinking reader is a very smart, resourceful woman who has been through a lot and because of that she’s also very cold and keeps to herself, but Frankie is completely in love with her (some angst maybe because we all love it🤭) and then she decides to just have a night with him (maybe a lil explicit😏) and he confesses but she rejects him because they’re going to get that money and doesn’t want feelings in between (break my heart completely please).

Hope you like it even though it may be too much 😅 congrats on the 3k again!!!

Hello, sweet angel! Thank you so much for sending in your request! I didn't include #34 ("Why are you so cold?") because , try as I might, I just didn't feel like it fit anywhere as I was writing it - I hope that's okay! Thank you again, my sweet, I hope you enjoy!

cold to the touch

frankie morales x f!reader

word count: just over 3.1k warnings: angsty-angst, swearing, mentions of guns, heartbreak, SMUT 18+ ONLY: fingering, unprotected p in v, brief use of saliva as lube

It’s a knock on the door that brings you out of the haze that had filled your mind, eyes lost and almost in a trance as rain hits the window of the shitty motel room. Your gaze darts to your door, the cool steel of your handgun braced between tight fingers as you stand and peer through the peephole.

The familiar form of Francisco is blurred through the small lens, but your heart calms at the sight of him, and you open the door for him to step through without a word before returning to your previous seat on the bed, a small collection of your chosen weapons set out over the bedspread.

He gives a small smile as he enters, hat briefly coming off for his hand to run anxiously through his flattened hair. The door shuts softly behind him, and you watch him shift from your peripheral as you pluck at the guns and go about cleaning them.

He clearly has no interest in speaking first, so you do the honours and fix him with an expectant stare, sighing sharply through your nose.

“Can I help you, Catfish?”

It’s brief, but you catch the twitch of his expression at the name. You’d lost count of the amount of times he would merely murmur Frankie, wishing you would see him as something more than just a member of Santi’s team.

You weren’t as close with the others as he is. Your tie is Pope, after working with him on and off for the last few years and becoming fast friends. You had no bad blood with the other men, seeing them occasionally whenever visiting Santiago and getting along just fine. You’d taken a shine to the younger Miller sibling and his rambunctious ways, but you weren’t family to them.

Not in the way Francisco was.

“Just coming to see how you are,” he finally mutters, tongue running along his lips as he slides his hat back on. “Haven’t gotten the chance to talk a whole lot, what with everything going on and everyone being around.”

You’d seen him the most out of Santi’s group of brothers over time. There’d been an instant connection of sorts the day Pope had introduced you, the sparks that shot up your arm when you shook Francisco’s hand telling you there was definitely a fierce attraction.

He was handsome, smart, kind, fiercely loyal and protective—what wasn’t there to like? You’d kept it close, though, simply not interested in forming any sort of relationship with anyone, especially not Santi’s best friend.

Your private work took you all over the world, and it was often dangerous… it didn’t make sense to make roots anywhere, only to leave and potentially not return.

Picket fences just aren’t your thing.

You shrug, eyes falling back to cleaning cloth in your hand.

“‘m fine,” you reply shortly. “Heard you got a baby now—congrats.”

There’s very little sincerity in your tone, and you think he picks up on it immediately, though he doesn’t make a show of it so you’re not completely sure. You swifty reassemble the rifle with a few loud clicks in the starkly quiet room and stand to return it to its case.

Santi had mentioned the little bundle of joy around eight months ago, when the pregnancy was half way through, throwing in the long expected break up of Francisco and his girlfriend as if it would matter to you. They remained amicable, he had said, for the baby.

What do you care?

He gives a quiet thanks, the noticeable shuffle of his boots along the rough worn carpet catching your attention. You eye him over your shoulder, exhaling quietly and straightening after clipping the heavy duty case shut.

“Why are you here, Catfish?”

“Don’t call me that,” he insists quietly, shoulders bunching almost nervously as he digs his hands into the front pockets of his dark jeans. “I’ve told you—Frankie is fine.”

You turn and lean back on the small tattered table, crossing your arms tightly over your chest and looking blankly at him. What’s his play here? Surely he wasn’t here to just catch up?

You’re not stupid, you’ve known he’s had feelings for you for a while, but you’ve never acted on anything, ignoring Santi’s not so gentle pushing to pursue something with his friend.

It’s not for you.

Haven’t you made it clear enough by declining his drink invitations? Admitting freely you have no interest in relationships whenever the subject is brought up with the guys?

“I just wanted to talk.”

You’re already shaking your head before he finishes, pushing yourself off the table and striding up to him. Your head tilts, gaze darting along his features for a clue as to his agenda. He gives nothing away, the walls of defence clearly high behind his eyes.

“That’s not all you’re here for, Francisco.”

An emotion passes across his face, too quickly for you to catch, but you don’t miss the way his eyes fall almost automatically to your lips before returning to your eyes.

Ah.

He’s here for that.

A rejection is already building on your tongue, intent on turning him right around and seeing him out of your room so you can continue to prepare for tomorrow, but you can’t deny the small flames starting to build in your core at the mere thought of spending a night with him.

You’d always been curious about him. How could you not? He sure looked like someone who knew their way around, and your strong attraction to him didn’t help ease your curiosity at all. One night wouldn’t matter. It would just be sex, a release before the big day.

He takes a step closer, clearly emboldened by the way your own eyes look at his mouth in interest, and you try not to react to the warm, calloused hand that cups your cheek softly.

You wait, hanging for the immediate press of his lips, but nothing comes, and your heart starts to thud heavily in your chest. It feels like he’s looking right through you, eyes searching the depth of yours as he lingers mere inches away. You don’t like it. It feels like he can see all of you, and it’s not a feeling you enjoy.

His thumb brushes over the plush peaks of your lips, and they part automatically under the soft touch.

“Can I kiss you?”

A gentleman.

Your heart drums against your ribs, quickening with every second that passes. You hear your pulse in your ears, feel the way blood wildly rushes through your system.

Swallowing, your eyes harden and flicker up to meet his, your mind almost desperate to hide your unexpectedly strong reaction to his simple touch.

“Make it worth my while, Francisco.”

He consumes you.

His mouth is hot and searching, tongue immediately pushing through your parted lips and sliding along yours, dominating your mouth and leaving little room for you to fight for control. You knock the hat from his head as you curl your fingers in his short waves, tangling in the dark strands and tugging sharply.

It’s something he obviously likes, exhaling sharply into your mouth and grabbing desperately at your waist. His fingers tug at your comfy tee, ripping the soft cotton off your frame and palms sliding roughly up the bare skin of your back. Your chest presses into his rain soaked shirt, nipples hardening from the cold clinging to his clothing and the drag of the fabric.

You barely feel the dismantled guns digging into your back when he pushes you onto the bed, his fingers already working your shorts down your legs and forcing his way between them. His mouth doesn’t part from yours until his fingers search for your core, slipping up the inside of your thighs and running gently over your folds.

It’s hard not to shake at the touch, to break away from his mouth to catch your breath as they focus in on your clit, circling methodically over the swollen nerve and bringing your hips into a steady roll against his hand.

He continues his search of you, index finger probing at your entrance, gathering the building arousal sitting there before pushing in and curling softly within you, another finger quickly following.

“Shit,” you exhale shakily, feeling him push deeply into you and start to thrust them slowly, each time curving to reach your g-spot and quickly building an intense pressure in the pit of your stomach.

Definitely knows what he’s doing.

It’s intense, the stretch of his fingers working you open and leisurely bringing you closer to an unexpected edge with every focused press on the spot behind your clit. It’s never been like this for you, this easy, often saddled with men who either don’t believe in the clit or g-spot's existence or think a couple of rubs over your labia is enough to set you off.

His thumb pressing on your clit has you whining into the cool air of your room, the extra stimulation mixing with the bliss of his patient fingers working away in your cunt and you’re done. He doesn’t let up, intent to work you through your climax as it overcomes you, groaning into the skin of your throat when he feels your hot muscles flutter around him.

He drags his fingers from you and shamelessly slides them into his mouth, something wicked in his gaze as it locks with your own.

You get impatient. You reach for his fly, deftly releasing the button and shoving at the waistband of his jeans down until you can free his stiff cock, wrapping your fingers around the hardened flesh and giving it a teasing stroke. You shuffle back on the bed, desperately pulling at his hips until he falls into you, his cock pressing into the mess he’d previously made of you.

“Hey, what’s the rush?”

“Shut up and give it to me, Catfish—I don’t have all night.” You say it with a flirty curl of the lips and he gives a half grin in return, leaning up to rest on his knees as he tears at the buttons on his shirt.

It’s not long before he cages you against the mattress with his arms beside your head, sinking his hips lower for you to guide him towards your weeping entrance.

“Do you want me to wea—”

“Shh,” you hiss, working the head of his cock along your slit before lining him up and lifting your hips to coax him into your warmth, “I’m clean, I’ve got the rod… just—god, please—”

“Impatient,” he mutters against your mouth, his exhale blowing across your lips as he finishes what you started, sliding forward until he fills you completely with a low groan.

He gives an experimental thrust of his hips, the stiff feel of him rubbing against your walls and nudging almost painfully at your cervix.

It feels good, he feels good. So fucking good.

“Come on,” you groan, eyes fluttering and thighs opening impossibly wider in invitation.

He fucking delivers.

You’re sure he’ll feel the marks you scratch into his back for days to come, even weeks, as he starts to move in earnest, pulling away only to slam back into you and steal the breath right from your lungs, You cling to him, rock your hips to meet each and every thrust until your thighs start to shake.

He’s talking against your skin, voice low and hoarse as he rambles about how much he’s wanted this, how long he’s waited, how incredible you feel and how crazy you drive him.

It goes in one ear and out the other, your mind too caught up on the way he takes you apart, hammering so fucking hard into you you’re sure you’ll still feel him tomorrow.

It’s both not enough and too much.

You don’t hear the words that fall from your lips. You’re not aware of the noises he practically tears out of you. You don’t know if you’re pushing him away or pulling him closer, all you know is that the pressure he’s building within you just needs that little bit more, that extra little push to send you completely over.

He must know.

His hands lock around your thighs and hurl you closer, his own thighs coming to sit comfortably under yours as he continues to hammer into you.

You watch through hooded eyes as he swipes his thumb across his lips, gathering saliva on the rough pad of it before rubbing it firmly over your clit, circling, circling, until it’s right there, you’re right there—

“Fuck, Frankie!”

He follows you only a moments later, weak to the way you feel coming undone around his cock and screaming the name he’s been asking you to call him for years.

He falls into you, blessing you with the relief of his thumb coming away from your oversensitive nerve as he braces his hands back on the bed and continues to pump into you, milking his climax for all it’s worth and filling you with his hot cum.

You lay staring at the ceiling, body on a high as your heart threatens to burst through your chest. You tremble from him, thighs aching as they hang loosely beside his hips. He pulls away after taking a moment to catch his breath, carefully pulling himself away and dragging his softening cock from your tender cunt.

It takes a small while for you to roll onto your side and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, but when you do, you take a small steadying breath and will your heart to just calm the fuck down.

There’s a small space between you, his hand running through his hair to brush the stray, sweat soaked strands from where they cling to his forehead.

“I didn’t—” he starts, pausing to heave a deep breath, “I didn’t come here just for that.”

You stay quiet, keeping him in along the edges of your line of sight as you stare blankly at the motel door. You watch him shift, watch how he runs his palms anxiously up and down his thighs, taking comfort in the way the denim rubs along his skin.

He doesn’t seem in a rush to tuck his cock back into their tight confines, the soft skin glistening from the shitty warm lamp lighting the room.

“I’ve been wanting to… to tell you something.”

Swallowing, you run your tongue along your suddenly dry lips and nod slowly, “Okay.”

You know where this is going. You just fucking know. It was a mistake to let it get this far, you should’ve turned his ass around the second he stepped over the threshold.

A part of you still remains curious though, maybe a small, hidden part of you wants to know you’re not the only one stuck with a crush and not knowing what the fuck to do with it.

“I have feelings for you, have done for… fuck, ages,” he sighs, leaning forward to brace his elbows on his knees and running a tired hand over his face. “I should’ve said something earlier. I wanted to, but I just… couldn’t.”

“Oh.”

You can think of nothing else to say.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” he continues, his voice taking on a much quieter, almost nervous tone, “and I’m fucking terrified, to be honest.”

Silence follows his words and, quite frankly, it’s uncomfortable.

Seconds trickle into minutes, the minutes start to drag on, and the longer you stay quiet, the more unpleasant the air between you becomes. You shift, suddenly very aware of how cold the room is and realising that you’re still naked.

You reach for your discarded shirt and slip it on, standing from the bed and ignoring the way his cum feels pooling at your tender entrance and seeping down your thigh. You feel restless, almost tempted to start pacing the length of the room to work out some of the tension growing along your shoulders.

This had been a bad idea. Shit.

“Will you say something, please?” he finally asks, downtrodden eyes looking up at you with a shine of hope. “Do… do you feel the same?”

You stand still, fingers unconsciously plucking and twisting at the low hem of your shirt as you think.

Do you feel the same? You feel… something, but you’ve never bothered to put a label on it. You like the man, have done since the beginning, but it was nothing you wanted to act on. You have a life, a busy job—there was nothing you could give him. There was no room for him in your life.

“Look, I… I don’t have an answer for you,” you finally reply, swallowing the uncomfortable dryness building in the back of your throat as the pain starts to leak into his gaze. “I’m not interested in relationships, Francisco—I never have been. I’m not interested in that at all, not even with you.”

Too harsh? Maybe.

The words hang between you and the discomfort grows. His lips press into a firm line and he gives a slow nod, his eyes finally falling to the floor and tracing the questionable stains worked into the carpet. You feel like you can breathe again.

“You should go,” you mutter firmly after another beat of silence, “I’m sorry you wasted your time here.”

He clears his throat quietly and stands, turning his back towards you as he tucks himself back in his jeans and reaches for his shirt. You see the walls of defence have seemingly been built again, and a pang of guilt pulls at your gut for being the cause of it.

Maybe in another life you would’ve jumped at his words. A life where you had options, had the freedom to. A life where you felt as if something was missing, that it could maybe be filled with picket fences and bottles and someone to sleep next to every night.

But it wasn’t another life. It was this life, and it simply didn’t link up with his.

“It hurts more than I was expecting,” he mutters hoarsely, bending to swipe his hat from the floor before heaving a low sigh.

“What does?”

He looks at you from the side, hat pinched between his fingers, “Loving someone who doesn’t love you back.”

And then he’s gone, and you say nothing to stop him.

You watch the door shut softly, the click of the lock somehow deafening in your ears.

Warmth rests on your cheek, and when you raise your fingers to brush it away, you’re surprised to find tears smeared over your fingertips.

You watch as you rub it further over your skin, studying the way the liquid shines in the light and then you shake your head, wiping the other stray tears away before turning back towards your weapons and continuing on as if nothing had happened.

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lonelym00n · 1 year

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Tara Carpenter x Amber Freeman

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Two oblivious idiots in love finally realize their feelings for one another.

A/N: first fic! hope you like it :)

The group sat huddled in Amber Freeman’s living room, waiting for the girl to finish cleaning up whatever vase the drunken party goers that occupied the girl’s house had broken this time. Tara felt herself sigh as her eyes flit around the room anxiously, silently hoping her taller friend would hurry up and take the empty space next to her on the couch before Wes returned from the bathroom. She took in the room while she impatiently waited for Amber. The girl’s once meticulously clean house was a mess, red solo cups littering nearly every surface. Tara held back a grimace at the sight but didn’t let it bother her too much, as she knew Amber had likely already scheduled for a cleaning service to come by the next day.

“You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here,” slurred Chad, who had been standing by Amber’s front door ushering the last few drunken kids out of the house. Tara watched as he clapped one of his football buddies on the back nearly hard enough to send the sizable kid flying down the front steps. Chad laughed and slammed the door shut, turning back to the group of friends. He wobbled slightly as he approached the couch before throwing his body onto it, quickly tossing an arm around Liv’s shoulder. “After party time!” he smiled.

Tara could hear Amber in the other room muttering to herself and clanking around with the vase. She felt her lip quirk up at the thought of her friend likely sending mental death threats to whoever was responsible for the damaged decoration.

Mindy looked away from Chad and Liv to avoid gagging and turned towards Tara. She noticed the girl's happy expression and felt a devilish smirk appear on her own face. There’s nothing Mindy loved more than teasing the shorter girl. “Hey T,” she called, “Bet I know who you wish was sitting next to you right now.”

Tara felt herself blush as she stuttered out a response, trying her best to sound unbothered. “Oh yeah, and who would that be?”

Mindy’s smirk grew even bigger but her reply quickly got cut off by Wes entering the room. The boy surveyed the room quickly and smiled widely when he noticed the empty seat next to Tara. He all but ran over to the couch and sat himself so close to Tara that their thighs were touching. Tara felt her stomach turn, from the alcohol or the swirling emotions in her gut, she didn’t know. She shot Mindy a pleading look but the girl only cleared her throat awkwardly and called out to the only person not currently in the room with the group of friends. “Freeman, get in here already!”

It had become tradition for the group to convene together after every party Amber threw. Whether it was to watch a movie, play a board game, or simply chat about the chaotic events of the night, the group greatly cherished the extra time they got to spend together. Tonight they would likely just talk amongst themselves, the party having been a particularly rambunctious one. Tara especially enjoyed nights like these, where they could just exist in their own little space together, uninterrupted by shitty parents or uninteresting classmates. She tried not to let Wes gluing himself to her side bring down her mood.

Speaking of the boy, he was currently talking animatedly about some story his mom told him while Tara nodded, pretending to listen. Really she was just waiting for Amber to finally enter the room.

Lately things had sort of shifted between the two friends. Tara thought back to a few nights ago when she had gotten into yet another argument with her mom as the older woman had given her zero notice about her upcoming business trip, which required her to be out of town for a whole month. She had been close to tears when she hastily texted Amber about the situation. Just as Tara was about to tuck herself into her bedroom for the night, a series of knocks sounded at her front door. She opened it to find Amber, who had clearly rushed over due to her pajama-clad appearance. She wrapped Tara into a hug as the smaller girl sobbed into her chest. Amber locked the door, scooped Tara up as if she had weighed nothing, and carried the girl up the stairs to her bedroom. She placed the girl in her bed and climbed in beside her, pulling Tara back into her chest as she softly and delicately stroked her hair. Tara glanced up and felt her heart clench at the gentle way Amber was looking at her. Tara held eye contact with the taller girl as her tears began to slow down. She tried not to move a muscle as Amber’s hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs moving to lightly wipe away the falling tears. Amber leaned forward and Tara felt her eyes flutter shut at the warm feeling of Amber’s lips tenderly meeting her forehead. Tara cuddled further into Amber’s embrace to hide her flustered expression, hoping to be swallowed up into the girl’s arms. As if Amber could hear her unspoken wish, the girl’s arms tightened around Tara and the two quickly fell asleep at the shared comfort and warmth.

Tara snapped back to reality as Wes spoke up, “Tara hey? Are you okay?”

He sounded concerned, she noticed, but she couldn’t be bothered to try to decipher the reason why, still too distracted thinking about that night with Amber. “I’m fine Wes.” she replied. He looked like he didn’t believe her and Tara felt herself inwardly roll her eyes. She wished the boy would give her more space and couldn’t help but feel suffocated by how adamantly he pushed his presence onto her. Tara tried not to feel too guilty at her thoughts, she and Wes were friends and she liked his company, but ever since Mindy had pointed out the boy’s obvious crush on her, she could only fleetingly hope he would somehow get the hint that she didn’t return his feelings. He looked like he wanted to say something more but held back, leaving the two in an uncomfortable silence.

Tara took it as her sign to restart her hopeless glances around the room. She held back a gasp as she met Amber’s eyes, the tall girl standing in the entryway of the living room, her arms firmly crossed and her jaw clamped shut. Tara couldn’t identify what emotion was churning around in Amber’s eyes, but knowing her friend as well as she did, it most certainly wasn’t a pleasant one.

Amber stomped into the room, the sound of her doc martens crushing a cup halting all conversation that had previously occupied the room. She sat next to Mindy, who scooted herself further into the corner of the couch in an attempt to avoid Amber’s wrath. Now the group was finally united, Mindy and Amber’s couch faced Tara and Wes’s while Chad and Liv, placed in the middle of the two, remained blissfully unaware of the impending war that was likely to begin very soon.

Mindy sat up and sighed, knowing it was on her to try to break the silence in the room. “Another successful party Amber.”

Amber, who still looked like she was about to burst into flames, gave Mindy a tight smile, but said nothing. Tara bit her lip nervously as Amber’s bad mood wasn’t seeming to dissipate. She wasn’t sure what had Amber so pissed off and she wanted nothing more than to try to comfort the girl. Wes shifted beside her, moving impossibly closer to her, and Tara felt herself stiffen. He leaned in, as if to whisper something into her ear, but snapped forward at the loud thud of someone hastily standing up.

Startled, Tara’s eyes too flew towards the noise. It was Amber, now standing with her fists clenched and Tara swore the glare she was sending towards Tara and Wes’s direction could kill. Amber glanced around at the group of friends before she spoke, “Well as fun as this has been, I’m going to bed.” Her jaw clenched even tighter and for a second Tara worried she would break it with the force before Amber released it to speak again, “Feel free to take one of the guest rooms or leave, whatever you guys want to do, I really don’t care.” She began to stomp up the stairs before she looked back towards the group once more, “Don’t fuck up my house anymore than it already is.” With one more glare shot in Wes’s direction, she sped to her room and slammed the door.

Chad and Liv, completely unbothered with the tense mood, scrambled down the hall towards one of the mentioned guest bedrooms. Mindy, feeling again as though she wanted to gag at the couple, looked at Wes and Tara. Wes was distracted by his phone while Mindy and Tara struck up a silent conversation, having gotten plenty of practice communicating through reading lips and hand gestures while at school.

Tara furrowed her eyebrows and mouthed ‘Amber?’ trying to understand what had caused the girl’s foul mood. She had been looking forward to spending the rest of the night in the girl’s company (in fact it was the whole reason she had attended the party in the first place) and was upset that it had been cut short.

Mindy fixed Tara with a deadpan look, as if to say ‘really?’ Tara felt herself become even more confused. Mindy sighed at her friend’s obliviousness and gestured wildly between Tara and Wes. Tara still didn’t understand what she was being told.

Before she could continue the conversation, Wes shoved his phone into her face. He smiled at Tara proudly before he spoke up, “Since Amber’s being a bitch and ruined the rest of the night, I asked my mom to come pick us up so we can go hang out at my house. She said yes.”

Tara shot Mindy an alarming look, not knowing what to reply with to reject Wes’s offer. Mindy stifled a laugh and Tara’s eyes widened even more at just how unhelpful Mindy was in situations like these. She flipped her off and turned towards Wes. “Um,” Tara couldn’t stop herself from laughing awkwardly as she rushed to come up with an excuse. “I told my mom I was staying here for the night and she wouldn’t like it if she found out I went somewhere else.” As Wes’s expression fell, she let a quiet apology slip past her lips before rising up from the couch. “I’m gonna go check on Amber.”

It took all of Tara’s willpower not to sprint full speed away from the situation and towards the one person she had been waiting to talk to all night. She knocked softly on Amber’s door and though there wasn’t a reply, she pushed it open slowly before calling out the girl’s name in a soft, questioning voice.

Amber still hadn’t responded and Tara would’ve become even more worried had she not spotted Amber perched at the corner of her bed, arms still firmly crossed and jaw still tightly clenched, glaring holes into the Stab 4 poster positioned perfectly on her wall. Tara slowly approached the girl, coming to a stop right next to her. The room remained silent as Tara couldn’t come up with any words to say.

After a painstaking amount of time had passed, Amber spoke up, though her eyes remained firmly fixed onto her wall. “Do you like him?” she firmly asked.

Tara, once again, found herself completely confused. She had no idea who Amber was talking about. “Wha-”

Amber grit her teeth before quickly interrupting Tara, “God, come on Tar. You know who I’m talking about. Do you like him?”

Tara began frantically racking her brain, trying to remember the earlier events of the party and for the life of her couldn’t remember being around any guy. “Amber I don’t…” Tara trailed off as she finally put the pieces together. Amber had to have been talking about Wes, in fact that’s more than likely why her mood had turned so sour. Though she didn’t understand it fully, Tara knew Amber had a strong dislike for Wes that the boy returned for Amber. Amber must be upset because she disapproved of how close Wes had been to Tara on the couch, and the fact that he had stolen Amber’s unspoken spot for each of these after parties. Tara cleared her throat, “Are you asking me if I like Wes?”

Amber rolled her eyes and Tara tried to ignore the disdain she felt for Amber fixing her with such a negative reaction. She was normally never on the receiving end of Amber’s anger. “Yes Tara. Do you like Wes?” The taller girl spoke curtly, wanting her question to be answered so she could get the pain of what she thought the response would be over with.

“No.” Tara replied so suddenly and surely that Amber felt herself caught off guard, a rarity for her. Tara watched as Amber’s angry expression shifted more towards confusion. Tara spoke slowly this time, to make sure Amber could fully grasp her words, “No, I don’t like Wes.”

Face jumping from emotion to emotion, Amber faced Tara fully. Tara sat down next to Amber now that the girl wasn’t vibrating with annoyance. She waited for a beat until she caught a look of relief in Amber’s eyes. She reached out hesitantly and let her hand cover Amber’s in an attempt to fully calm the girl down. Amber’s eyes became fixated on their joined hands and Tara released the breath she had been holding when Amber didn’t pull her hand away. Tara’s fingers absentmindedly began stroking over the other girl’s hand and she felt the familiar clench of her heart reappear as she took in the softness of Amber’s skin against her own.

When Tara was sure that Amber was fully down from the apparent emotional rollercoaster she had climbed upon, Tara hesitantly broke the comfortable silence they had fallen into to ask a question she always wanted to know the answer to. “Why don’t you like Wes, Amber?”

She heard Amber suck in a sharp breath but upon scanning her face, saw that the girl didn’t wear a furious expression. If anything, Tara would say that Amber looked nervous. At the unfamiliar expression on her friend’s face, Tara didn’t know if she should be more put off by the girl’s nervousness or by her earlier anger. She continued stroking Amber’s hand with her own while she anxiously waited for a response. Finally, Amber spoke, and it was so quiet that if Tara hadn’t been anticipating a response, she wouldn’t have heard her at all. “Because he likes you.”

Tara, again, was left hopelessly confused. Amber didn’t like Wes simply because he liked her? She searched Amber’s eyes for a further explanation and gasped softly when she realized what the shyness in Amber’s expression might’ve been telling her. Tara gulped while Amber looked worriedly into Tara’s eyes. If Tara wasn’t on the cusp of finally figuring out if her buried feelings for Amber were returned, she would’ve gone on a rampage to find out who made the always confident Amber Freeman look so small.

Tara’s head reeled even further (if that was even possible) at her second realization of the night. She was the one who made Amber look so small. She made Amber vulnerable.

Amber seemed to notice that Tara caught on to what the taller girl had kept hidden for so long. She would’ve sworn she was the one with asthma as she found herself unable to breathe while she waited for Tara to respond, to say something. Amber sighed dejectedly, taking Tara’s response to be a negative one. “Look Tara, it’s fine-”

It was Tara’s turn to cut Amber off this time. Sensing that she had been silent too long and sent Amber the wrong message, Tara shook herself out of her daze. “Wait Amber,” she’d never felt so nervous in her life as she went on to ask her next question, Amber’s attention fully on her. “Can I kiss you?”

She waited for a verbal response but what came instead was the feeling of Amber’s lips gingerly meeting her own in a soft, sweet kiss and in that moment, Tara had never felt more complete.

#amber freeman x tara carpenter #scream fanfic #tara carpenter #amber freeman #tamber #scream 5 #lonelym00n fic

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Irish Wish Recap - Part 1

Remember when I did commentary on Midnight Sun? I felt like doing something similar with Irish Wish, in part because I had a great time laughing at that movie when I watched it with Bee, but also because @ali2cann asked me to share my thoughts on it. So I've decided to recap the entire film, but in parts, because that way the fun lasts longer for everyone. Please note that this is all good natured. This movie was ridiculous but I still had a lot of fun watching it.

Anywhere, here's Part 1!

The film opens with a dictionary definition of the word "wish," which is: to want something that cannot or probably will not happen, or alternatively: the website that we ordered this movie from. There is a shot of some Tourism Ireland approved scenery before we cut to stock footage of New York.

A glamorous New York book launch party is in full swing, and has absolutely been filmed at the Clarence Hotel in Dublin. I know this for a fact because Dublin is the place of my birth, the origin of my being, the city that shaped my childhood, and because the filmmakers made absolutely no effort to change the exterior, particularly the massive lintel above the entrance that bears the name "The Clarence Hotel" in great big letters. The only indication that we are actually in New York is the brief flash of a yellow cab and a cunningly placed hotdog vendor, because outside of a swanky New York book launch party is exactly where a hotdog vendor would be.

You know what? Forget what I just said. This doesn't seem to be a book launch at all. The signage near the entrance reads "A NIGHT WITH PAUL KENNEDY." So I guess it's some sort of fancy meet and greet? The book itself is already a best seller. What is this meant to be????

Anyway. Paul Kennedy. Get used to that name, because this movie is about to ram it down your fucking throat. Paul Kennedy, ladies and gentlemen. Paul Kennedy.

Maddie Kelly, played by Lindsay Lohan, arrives at the party and exits her cab. She is wearing a dress that says "fancy book party" and a scarf that says "brunch with mom."

At the same time, Paul Kennedy arrives at the event. Paul Kennedy is wearing a plaid patterned suit to subtly indicate that he, Paul Kennedy, is Irish, rather than the O'Neills GAA jersey that actually forms part of the traditional Irishman's uniform. Paul Kennedy, you see, is a stylish Irish man, a stylish Irish man named Paul Kennedy, and he wears stylish Irish clothes. Maddie is so transfixed by Paul Kennedy's rakish good looks and stylish Irish attire that she doesn't notice that her scarf has gotten caught in the cab door and is nearly garrotted when the cab drives away.

You know, I'm really glad that this mishap occurred. I was so worried that Maddie would not be a relatable character, so it came as such a relief to see that she is Clumsy, which is the most relatable trait that you can give to a female character without detracting from her hotness in some way.

Paul Kennedy greets Maddie and we hear his terrible fake Irish accent for the first time. The press goes wild upon seeing Paul Kennedy. Paul Kennedy is, as previously mentioned, a best selling author, and Maddie is his editor. Paul Kennedy pulls Maddie in front of the press and announces that he owes everything to her and her brilliant writing and editing skills, which tbh I wasn't expecting because he's clearly not the endgame love interest in this movie and that would normally qualify him as a dick from minute one. What a nice guy that Paul Kennedy is!

Just then, Maddie gets a call from her mom, who is the principal of a high school in Iowa and is inexplicably being played by Jane Seymour. Maddie asks her how she's doing and her mom launches into a story about toilet paper, so Maddie tells her to shut up because she's attending this event for work purposes and she's only just arrived. Maddie's mom, clearly aware that this event was taking place, scolds her for her bad time management. Why did she fucking call her then??!

Maddie's mom asks her if she's told Paul Kennedy how she feels about him yet, which is an absurd question to call your daughter about when she is attending a work event. Maddie tells her mom that she hasn't even told her closest friends about her romantic feelings for Paul Kennedy, and asks her to keep her secret. Maddie's mom, her accent veering wildly between possibly English and possibly American, is all, "nobody in Des Moines gives a shit about your feelings, bitch," but Maddie doesn't care about the people of Des Moines because Paul Kennedy wants to speak to her later and she's sure that he's about to make a love confession of his own. She ends the call and immediately runs into her friends, Emma Who Works in Fashion and Heather Who Did the Cover Art for Paul Kennedy's Book. Emma Who Works in Fashion gets all hot and bothered at the sight of Paul Kennedy's smouldering Irish face on the back cover of his novel while Heather Who Did the Cover Art for Paul Kennedy's Book reminds everyone that Maddie basically wrote the book for him, which I guess makes Maddie a ghostwriter/editor hybrid. Either way, Paul Kennedy didn't do shit.

Maddie meets Paul Kennedy in the hotel bar and they talk about how they make such a great team, what with her doing all of the work and him wearing the shit out of plaid suits. Paul Kennedy takes her by the hand to ask if she wants to take their relationship to the next level and Maddie practically starts foaming at the mouth in her haste to say yes. But alas! Paul Kennedy wants her to work with him on his next novel, and by "work with him," I mean conceptualise and write the thing for him so that he can devote his time to shopping for even more plaid suits. Paul Kennedy knows that Maddie wants to write her own book, but his book is far more important so he wants her to put her own ambitions to one side for now. What a shitty guy that Paul Kennedy is!

Maddie agrees to Paul Kennedy's insane request because I guess she has no self-respect and he leaves her to drown her sorrows. Meanwhile, Emma Who Works in Fashion is racing to the bathroom because one of her false eyelashes has become displaced and Heather Who Did the Cover Art for Paul Kennedy's Book is unable to help her fix it. They run into Paul Kennedy, who immediately pushes the eyelash back into place with his finger because apparently that didn't occur to either of them to do themselves.

Emma Who Works in Fashion tells Paul Kennedy that she works in fashion and they immediately fall in love at first sight.

Later, Paul Kennedy reads an excerpt from his best selling novel, Two Irish Hearts, while Maddie and Emma Who Works in Fashion watch him from the bar, their bosoms heaving lustily in unison. They all have a drink together afterwards, and the upshot is that Emma Who Works in Fashion leaves the event in raptures over her and Paul Kennedy's instant connection while Maddie gnashes her teeth with barely-concealed jealousy. They barely avoid a fatal traffic collision and suddenly it's three months and one Aer Lingus advertisement later.

Maddie arrives in Ireland, specifically Knock Airport, for the wedding of Paul Kennedy and Emma Who Works in Fashion. Paul Kennedy is dressed in a ridiculous outfit that would absolutely earn him a savage bollocking from the locals were he to wear it anywhere in his purported home country. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. We've all seen that viral Twitter thread.

Maddie is waiting for her luggage to come through baggage claim and her friends, unwilling to wait the extra twenty seconds it would have taken for her to grab her suitcase, immediately leave her to her own devices. She chases her suitcase along the luggage carousel and runs into Ed Speleers, who is also making a play for the suitcase. A tug of war ensues and the suitcase bursts open. Maddie triumphantly waves Ed Speleers' plaid boxers in the air before realising that she's not holding her favourite plaid skirt. There's so much plaid in this fucking movie. Lindsay Lohan is wearing a plaid jacket and I'm pretty sure Ed Speleers is wearing a plaid shirt with a matching colour scheme beneath his jacket and cardigan.

Anyway, Ed Speleers is all "you clumsy oaf" and gets outta there without bothering to close his case properly. I wonder if we'll see him again.

Alas, Maddie's bag has been lost by the airline, which kind of undercuts the earlier Aer Lingus advertisement. She tells Paul Kennedy to take her friends and leave, and that she'll follow them in a taxi. No taxis are available, however, so Maddie is forced to get on a rickety old bus that looks like it was found by a bunch of Irish stereotype-hungry scouts who came upon it and collectively jizzed in their pants.

Maddie hops on without paying and asks the driver to take her to a specific address, which he happily agrees to do because fuck bus routes, and fuck the other passengers who also have places to be. Just as the bus is about to leave, Ed Speleers jumps on, greets the bus driver by his first name and sits down, also without paying. Why is this bus driver so willing to take people wherever they need to go without collecting a fare? How is the bus company running with no profits?! Ed Speleers and Maddie have a brief exchange wherein Ed Speleers cheekily mentions his boxers and Maddie anxiously adjusts her jacket to hide her lustily heaving bosom, and the bus moves off, possibly in search of a passenger who is willing to pay for the privilege of riding it.

It doesn't take long before Maddie and Ed Speleers get to talking. Maddie learns that Ed Speleers is a nature photographer who smiles a lot in a disarmingly handsome way that I am not ashamed to admit I found very stirring. It also helps that he speaks in his native accent, which the majority of the characters in this movie seem completely unable to do. Maddie's copy of Two Irish Hearts falls out of her purse and Ed Speleers sees it and laughs about how shit of an author Paul Kennedy is whilst making it clear that he hasn't read the specific book that Maddie wrote for him. There is a short exchange about the UK that absolutely backs up my theory that the makers of this movie mistakenly believe that Ireland is part of the UK, which I'm disappointed about, but not remotely surprised.

Anyway, the magically altruistic bus drops Maddie directly off at Paul Kennedy's house in County Wicklow. I know it's in Wicklow because Paul Kennedy lives near Lough Tay. Which is in Wicklow. Thus marks the first of many times that a character in this movie travels from one side of the country to the other in roughly fifteen minutes.

Anyway, Maddie enters the grounds of Kennedy House and immediately happens upon a man who is carrying wood and who I could immediately tell was played by an Irish actor because all Irish men have one of roughly ten generic faces. That's a very true observation and not a joke at all. The fact that people think Niall Horan and Paul Mescal are in any way unique looking is hilarious. You'll find at least a dozen of either in Copper Face Jacks on any given night. A dozen at least. Cillian Murphy is the only outlier.

The genuine Irish man introduces himself as Paul's brother, Kory, which is a name that no Irish person would ever give to their child, and thus, Maddie is welcomed into Kennedy House.

Aaaaaaand that's it for Part 1! What on earth will happen next?!

#Sarah recaps Irish Wish

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Superstar | football player!Joel miller x popstar!reader

Chapter six - obsessed

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Summary - when you find out about a certain football player showing up at your tour you decide to reach out just because of all the dating rumors, but what if thoughs rumors turn into reality?

A/N - it’s finally here, sorry for it being so late! But now that I’ve gotten this out of the way I’m aiming for the first chapter of jump then fall to be out sometime next week!

the next day i wake up with an empty imprint of where ollie was sleeping, joels arms wrapped around me in a comforting hold, and about 5 million notifications. mostly notifications from being tagged in posts and storys but theres some from friends in family too. like one from tara with a screen shot of a tmz artical titled 'popstar y/n l/n photographed with new boyfriend dallas cowboys star football player joel miller on a post game drive' paired with a dramatic open mouthed emoji. i roll my eyes and send back a stfu before dropping my phone back onto the mattress.

i turn hearing the bed frame creak quietly as i admired joel sleeping figure. he was laying on his stomach with one arm lazily wrapped around me. his hair was messy but he still somehow looked flawless. joel stirs as his phone which laid on the night stand ontop of his wireless charger began to ring. it flashed a few times showing off a picture of his mother and him paired with the contact name momma. unfortunately the phone stops ringing before joels able to fully wake up letting him fall back into sleep.

"joel" i whisper as i took my hand that wasnt tucked undernieth me to shake him. he groans eyes not even opening as he hummed a quiet "what?" as his arm that was once lazily wrapped around me pulled me closer. "when's your mom 'sposed to drop the girls off?" i whisper as his head ducked into the crook of my neck pressing lazy kisses to the length of it. "dunno, she has a key. she'll let them in when they get here" his voice is muffled by my neck as he takes a small chunk of neck flesh into his mouth and begins to suck at it. "joel" i giggled as i pushed him away "cant leave marks cant have any of that at any of my shows" he roll his eyes as he presses his lips to mine.

were inturupted by the sound of childlike giggles running up the stairs. "speak of the devil" joel chuckles as he sits up preparing to greet his girls. the door is thrown open revealing sarah and ellie. "daddy!" both squeal as they launched themselves into the bed. "we had pancake for dinner last night!" sarah says as she leans her head agaisnt her fathers chest. both girls excitedly tell their father what they had done with their grandparents the following night as he took turns pressing kisses to each ones forehead. i feel like i dont belong during moments like this, family bonding. im not their mother who can sit back fondly watching with a small smile, im just some stranger laying in their fathers bed. they hardly know me, and i hardly know them. thankfully a call from my mother is able to whisk me away.

"hi mom" i say standing in the bathroom, phone pressed to my ear as i stare into the mirror. "how are you doing?" she asks voice low as if shes trying not to wake someone. "fine...im doing fine" i have another 3 shows in houston next weekend so this weekend and this whole week is just about relaxation and mentally preparing for my next 3 shows which her very physically and mentally demanding sometimes. "your dad saw you on tv last night . he got real excited seein' you" i wish ever older man in his 50's felt like that about me right now. almost every man from the age's of 16 to 70 is pissed off at me cause they 'saw me too much' last night.

i wish i didnt let it get to me but it does. i put up this strong front like no ones able to hurt my feelings but everything they're saying about me does because for some odd reason men think not liking me means theyre allowed to call me a slut and threaten to kill me if i showed up the next game. im just glad joel hasnt seen them yet. "yeah?" i let out an awkward cough "yeah...your dad and i are trying to make it up to houston next weekend dad wants to see you preform again" i smile, though my father never understood one thing about my intrest in music and songwriting he was always my biggest supporter. "really?"

"y/n can you hurry up ive really got to pee!" i hear ellie shout from outside the door as my mother asks "where are you?" i sigh unlocking the door and letting ellie rush in as i rushed out. "Um joels house...but ive gotta go alright? love you."

i walk back into joels bedroom. both girls now gone leaving their father alone to scroll twitter and find out for himself what was the trending hashtag of the day. #fucky/n. how original. how old were they really because this was all really immature coming from men mostly over the age of 20. he's looking down at his phone brows furrowed in a scowl, finger still swiping. he hears my footsteps and looks up letting out a quiet "oh." i sigh arms wrapping around my body "who was that?" he asks. "my mom" i replied as i walked over to the bed and took a seat. "you dont have to go to any of my games again...if you dont want to" he whispers. he head cocks to the side as my brows furrowed. he takes my sense of confusion as an answer "y/n youre getting death threats."

i shrug my shoulders "ive been getting them for the last 5 years. i normally just ignore them." he sighs loudly as if he didnt understand my way of thinking, before changing the subject. "you staying for breakfast?" i shake my head "no. gotta studio session this morning..." joel nods. "can you keep ollie for a few hours? the session is early and im not gonna have enough time to drop him off at home."

im in my car driving down the freeway when i get a call from will. one of the first people i met in the music industry and a very acompished song writer himself. for years now will and i have been writing music together for his albums or mine, sometimes even a duet hear and there.

"you're late" he says voice almost drowned out by the sound of a few people in the back ground. "i know sorry. got held up at joels" i can almost hear the eyeroll through the phone. will wasnt the biggest fan of my past boyfriends. it started with will hating andy, he mustve saw the red flags before i did, then he hated harry because of his reputation of being a 'womanizer', then there was tom who he hated simply because he could practically see through him, and now the tradition has gone onto joel. he doesnt have a reason to hate joel yet but he'll find one eventually, he always does. "i know, i know alright. i'll be there in like 5 minutes okay?"

"alright okay see you in 5" he hangs up the phone leaving me to drive the rest of the way to the studio in silence.

when i get there theres a crowd of paps outside the studio, and wills standing by the door holding it open for me. wills got long floppy brown hair that comes into vague curls at the ends, and a pair of glasses that are almost too big for his face, that sometimes makes him look a bit goofy. his voice is deep with a heavy british accent that somehow doesnt pair well with his face. "morning" he says with a nod as i walked into the studio letting the door slam shut behind me. "got anything prepard?" he asks as we walk down to the studio that we had booked for the day. "a little thought you could me finish the rest." i say as will pushed the door open letting me walk in first before he did.

"alright let me hear it" he says as he takes a seat next to a bunch of sound equipment. i unlock my phone and open the 'voice memo's' app before playing the most recent voice memo from a few nights ago titled 'sparks fly?'

the voice memo starts off with me playing guitar before i start the first lyric "the way you move is like a full on rainstorm, and im a house of card. youre the kind of reckless that should send me running but i kinda know that i wont get far" will nods as he pauses the memo before un pausing it and letting it play the rest through "and you stood there in front of me, just close enough to touch. close enough to hope you couldnt see what i was thinking of, drop everything now, meet me in the pouring rain. kiss me on the side walk, take away the pain. 'cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile. get me with those brown eyes, baby, as the lights go down. give me something that'll haunt me when youre not around. cause i see sparks fly whenever you smile" the memo ends and will looks over at me.

"kay i like it. what were the cords you were playing?" shit, i hadnt written them down like i usually did before studio sessions. "um fuck, i dont know...i think it was a,f,c, and g? maybe those." he picks up his guitar that had be discarded beside him and begins to play almost identically to how i was in the memo. "aright was that end the chorus?" i nod a quiet "mhm."

"alright you got anything else?" i nod before saying "yeah keep on playing" i say and he continues to play his guitar trying to fill in the missing pieces to continue on the instrumental part of the song. "my mind forgets to remind me, youre bad idea. you touch me onces and its, really something. you find that im even better than you imagined i would be. im on guard for the rest of world but with you i know its no good."

we finish off the rest of the song, tweaking some lyrics here and there, and even recording the song before our we decided to head out. I'm in my car driving by 11:30 when i get a call. the caller id shows up on the screen on my dashboard. joel <33. i answer the phone call and joel imediatly starts talking. "hey baby, what you doin'?" he asks, i can hear the sound of him inhaling and puffing out air letting me know he's probably out on his back porch smoking a ciggarette. "driving. whatcha need?" he sighs out "nothin' really. just wanted to know if you want to stay for dinner t'night" i laugh as my car comes to a slow stop at a red light. "yeah sure, what you guys havin' tonight?"

"probably pizza dont feel like cooking. the girls will be happy with that." he says punchuating his sentence with an loud inhale before matching exhale a few seconds later. "so how long you think you'll be?" i hum pondering a bit as i hit the gas following after the car infront of me "maybe 7 minutes? im a few lights away" i say. i hear him slide open his sliding glass door and presumebly walking inside. "alright i'll let you go, rangle up these kids before you get here. see ya in a bit" the sound of the almost piercing beeps as he hangs up fills my ears before my phone begins playing the song it had been playing before joels call.

7 minutes later im pulling up infront of joels house to see him sat on the porch ciggarette hanging from his mouth, while the girls sat on the driveway drawing with chalk. i chose to park on the street so i wouldnt desturb sarah, and ellie. i step out the car shoving my phone into one pocket. "y/n!" sarah leaps up from the pavemet dropping the stick of chalk that was in her hand before running towards me. tiny arms wrap around my body as she hugs me. "are you staying for dinner? daddy ordered pizza" she says excitedly as joel walked up behind her. "go on and play with youre sister babygirl let me and y/n talk alright?" sarah pulls away nodding before running back towards her sister.

"hey sweetheart" he says before pressing a short, but sweet kiss to my lips. "pizza'll be here in bout 10 minutes ordered it right after i hung up with you" he says a he places the ciggarette he had pulled from his lips a few seconds ago back slotting it against his upper and low lip. i nod as i lean into his body "how was youre studio thing" he asks arm wrapping around my waist as we both begin to walk back towards his front porch. "good" i reply simply as he unwraps his arm from around my waist and sits down. somehow being in a relationship with joel miller was so easy i forgot how my life used to be. my entire world now revolved around football games, tours, joel, and his girls that i almost forget that 3 months ago i was still rotting my bed sobbing over the ending of a relationship i thought was going to be forever. the moment i took one step into joels life i was sucked in and hoped to god i'd never be pushed out.

"y/n! can you come draw with us?" sarah asks from her spot on the pavement. i look at joel giving him a look that almosts asks 'is that okay?' he nods saying "go, we'll talk later" i walk over and take a seat next to sarah on the somehow still hot texas pavement. ellies sat across from us, so deep into her drawing that she doesnt even look up to greet me. her knees are scratched up, probably from the pavement, and her fourarms, and hands are covered in a mix of different dusty chalk colors.

"look at my drawing" sarah says pointing at a larger drawing to her right. 4 stick figured people 3 female, one male, and one stick figured cat drawn to the left of the smaller stick figured humans. each one is labled 'daddy', 'y/n', 'sarah', 'ellie', 'ollie'. i almost want to cry at how adorable it is. she smiles up at me so proud of her work. i almost want to take a picture of it, but decide to take one later.

i want to stay here forever, or atleast have something similar to this forever. joel sat puffing on his ciggarette a few inches away, admiring from a far as i interacted with his children. interactions that make him wish he could have met me first. before the barbaras, or annas. interactions that make me wish he was the man i met 7 years ago on a red carpet, wishing i hadnt spent 7 years delusionally praying for a ring from a man who fell less and less in love with me every day.

a car with a bright red and white papa johns logo attached to the top of it pulls into the driveway. its almost like the girls have a routine for pizza nights. they both jump up leaving the chalk on the sidewalk and run into the house squealling "pizza!!" as joel snuffed out his ciggarette against the porch before walking up the young brunnette man with a wad of cash in his hand. i similarly to the girls dicard the chalk on the pavement and walk inside. i wash my hands before meeting the two girls at the table. their father already passing out slices.

"cheese or peperoni ellie?" joel asks, ellie who sat up on her knees in the chair says "both!" he shakes his head "nope you wont eat it all one or none el's pick one" she pouts as her arms cross over her chest "peperoni" she mumbles under her breath as she sit back down on her butt. joel nods before placing a slice of peperoni pizza onto a red plastic plate and sliding it over to her. "cheese" sarah says before her father can even ask her.

my elbows are sat on the table, a piece of cheese pizza half eaten sit infront of me. this all seems like something taken straight out of a movie, family sitting at the table casually talking about each others days. sarah telling her dad about the funny joke her grandfather had told her last night, joel chuckling recalling the same joke being told to him more than 20 years ago when he was her age.

it all felt so sureal, like how could i be apart of this? i met these people less than 3 months ago and im somehow already at family dinners. sometimes it makes me feel insecure, at moments the thought of feeling so left out because this is not my family even though im sat at their family dinner. he's my boyfriend but these are his children not mine, ive known these people for less than 3 months and only been actually dating joel for one of those months.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

three loud sharp knocks that the front door pull me from my thoughts. joel sighs dropping his slice of pizza before getting up mumbling about how he'd 'be right back'. the dining room is silent as we listen to joels hushed voice whispering to whoever is on the other side of the door. sarah stands up slowly walking over to the doorway so she could get a look at whoever was at the door. ellie follows as usual. monkey see monkey do. a loud squel like shout makes me get up just in time to see sarah running to the woman stood at the door. "mommy!"

she looks like sarah, with the similar but tighter dark curls, and similar dark complection. she beautiful. her hair is pulled up in a ponytail, and though shes only wearing a tee-shirt and jeans she pulls it off fabulously. though there seems to be not even one wrinkle on her face i can tell she's closer in age to joel than i'll ever be. joels stood at the door uncomfortably as sarah hugs her mother. she's tall and thin, thinner than id ever thought about being, i could tell she was a model not only from her statcure but because i'd seen her only. probably an instagram account though i cant recall what platform i saw her on. "how've you been sarbear?" she asks as she hugs her daughter tightly. "good" sarah giggles as she steps away from her mother. the womans eyes now fall to ellie whos somehow now pushed herself behind me. "hey ellie how have you been" ellie shrugs from behind me.

joel tilts his head almost as if he's saying 'come here' i comply walking over to him with ellie trailing close behind. joel wraps his arm around my waist as the womans eyes fall to me. she looks me up and down about 2 times before smiling "and you must be..." she drags out the 'e' sound of be until i answer back meekly "y/n..im y/n" she nods a genuine smile on her face. "nice to meet you y/n. im barbara but you can just call be barb" i nod smiling. "how long have you two been together?" she asks eyes flicking up to joels "um bout 3 months right honey?" he says fake smile gracing his lips as he leans his head down a bit to press a kiss to my temple. "yeah about that" i say with a forced giggle as i lean into joel a little more. right in this moment my insecurities flood back in realizing i look nothing like her. she's thin, her body is fills out right where it needs to, she has no hip dips, no scars, no stretchmarks. she was perfect. if this was his ex was i not his type or was she not? i feel like i already know the answer to that question.

"barb why are you here?" joel asks, she looks at him and just laughs his words off. "im here to see my daughter" she says with a scoff as both her hands place on her hips. joel rolls his eyes "its not like you wanted to for the last 2 years" i know this is my cue to take the girls and let them have their 'adult conversation' so i pull away from joel and say "common girls lets go play with ollie?" both girl excitedly race up stairs towards joels room, where we had put ollie while we ate.

i sit on the bed with the girls my anxiety, and insecurities festering inside of me as the girls swooned over my cat. would barbara reappearing randomly rekindle their relationship? would i just be left in the dust? i know he was acting like he was annoyed with her downstairs but i bet if she tried he'd get back with her right? he'd probably rather be with the mother of one of his children than me. sarah deserved a perfect family, a mom, a dad, a little sister. she didnt deserve whatever she had right now, and i know joel knew that. and i know he didnt want it to be this way. from what i heard it seemed like she's not around alot and that why he's so uncomfortable with her being here, but if she preposed to start their relationship again i'd bet he'd agree.

her having him would mean she'd stay. even if it wasnt for sarah she'd stay, and sarah would have her mom back for good. there would be no need for some 'pretend mom' anymore. no more revolving door of girlfriends, though i despretly didnt want to be apart of that revolving door.

joel barges into the room, instructing both his daughter to get ready for bed before slamming the door shut behind him. leaving just him and i in the bedroom, alone. "she's staying the night." he grumbles arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me close. i dont ask why feeling as though it none of my buisness. i hum with a small nod. "i was just bout to head out then" i say pressing my head into his shoulder.

our 'sleepovers' if you even can call them that normally only lasted one night maybe till dinner the next night but definetely not a second night. "you're leaving?" i can almost hear the frown on his lips. my brow furrow in confusion, normally he wouldnt budge when i said i was leaving. a few kisses and im normally off but not tonight. his arms instictivly wrap tighter around my waist as if to say 'dont go'. but his ex is here, sarahs mother, wouldnt that be a little awkward?

"thought i'd just go...cause she-she's here. but if you dont want me to leave i can stay" i whisper pressing a few soft kisses to joels exposed neck. "yeah" he mutters with a nod.

barbara is on the couch downstairs, both girls are fast asleep in their beds, and im still awake scrolling mindlessly though barbaras instagram. she's got millions of pictures posted dating all the way back to 2014. she's nice, and i really like her i do but i cant help but feel jealous of her when i get posts from 2015. most with joel who looks so much younger, i can tell she's pregnant in most of them. i cant help but obbsess over every part of her body that doesnt look like mine, wonder if he prefers her body over mine.

i wonder how she was during their relationship. was she good in bed? better than me? did he prefer sleeping with her? did he ever think about her? was she still friends with his friends? did his mom like her better than me? and it doesnt make this any easier on me knowing he's got a kid with her and not with me. she's forever attached to him because of sarah but me im disposable. his children arent my blood, they arent from my womb he can forget me easily if he really wanted too. he cant forget her because he see's her every time he looks at his daughter.

im trying to pick out something for me to hate her, and the only reason ive come up with is cause she's basically abandoned sarah. the only photos posted of sarah was 8 years ago on her birthday july 20th 2015 baby sarah all swadled up being held by barbara who laid in a hospital bed, joel stood next to her admiration and joy gleeming in his eyes. then 2 months later sarah being help by joel with the caption 'favorite people'. then after than nothing radio silent its like the baby disappears. people in the comments mustve thought that too because every comment for the next few months of posts are along the lines of 'wheres the baby?'. im guessing thats when she left.

i know joel loves me, and that im probably going crazy but i cant help but obbsess over her. "you're still awake?" joel slurs, voice deep from sleep. i turn off my phone immediately and turn so im facing him. one of his arms wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him. "cant sleep" i mutter as he pressees open mouthed kisses to my neck and jawline. even as he's practically sucking hickeys into my neck all i can think about is that he's probably done this to her, while she was laying on the same side i was as he whispered quiet 'i love you's into her neck. i cant help it as tears form in my eyes that are quickly blinked back. i cant let him know how insecure i actually am. i dont want him to know how isecure ive gotten in the last few hours because i know theres a chance i could get hurt.

"wha's wrong? youre tense" he says pulling away from me. i freeze staring him in the eyes as his brows curl into a furrow. "whats wrong?" his left hand reaches from my cheek caressing it softly. "nothing" i mutter leaning into his soft touch. he hums questionably like he doesnt believe me but goes onto press his lips against my none the less.

im so obssessed that once joel goes back to sleep i cant help but scroll her page. i dont even know why im so obsessed, its not like im ugly im just not anything like her.

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topsytervy · 1 year

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Graduation Present ~ Quinn Hughes

synopsis: Quinn flies from Vancouver to Michigan to watch you walk across the stage and he gets you the best graduation gift you could have asked for (besides a puppy)

word count: 2,574?

warnings: swearing, spelling/ grammar mistakes, small mentions of drinking, i think thats it.

Note: this may contain more mistakes than usual solely because my computer decided that while I was editing this it was going to make me miserable in every way possible. Acting slow, whenever I would correct my spelling and grammar with the suggestions it would duplicate the word or smush it together with the next one and listen, I was over it after the first five minutes of it pulling that shit so I pushed through it the best I could and fixed what I caught that it messed up. So yeah. Enjoy :)

"Quinn!" You shouted, running down the steps of your parent's front porch as you watched your boyfriend unload his bags out of the car in the evening light.

A small smile made its way on Quinn's lips as he turned around and saw you running towards him, holding his arms open slightly for you and when he felt your arms wrap around his waist, his wrapped around your neck, arms resting around your shoulders.

He was absolutely exhausted from his long day of travel but seeing you lifted his spirits.

"Hey, gorgeous. Missed you." He mumbled into your hair, kissing your temple and letting himself relax slightly.

You and Quinn had been dating for a while, having known each other longer thanks to Luke being friends with your younger sister. Back in high school when you and Quinn got your license, it wasn't uncommon for you and Quinn to run into each other when one of you were picking up or dropping off your siblings. Sometimes you even took Luke home if Quinn wanted to hang out with friends. And then both of you ended up attending University of Michigan so you two stuck together as much as you could since you two were familiar with each other.

Summer going into sophomore year of college was when Quinn had asked you out and when sophomore year came to a close and Quinn was getting ready to go to Vancouver, you two decided to give long distance a shot. Both of you were pleasantly surprised at how well it was working out for the two of you.

Of course there were times when Quinn or you would wish you two weren't so far from each other, however you both knew you had a couple of times throughout the year that you two could spend time with each other.

Like now. The offseason had officially started and Quinn couldn't have been more grateful of the timing so he could watch you walk across the stage and get your diploma. He only wished he could've gotten a slightly earlier flight.

"Missed you too," you replied, kissing his cheek before burying your head back into his neck.

"Alright, lovebirds. Pack it up before I vomit all over the grass." Jack hollered, not entirely thrilled that he had to be the one to pick up Quinn at 7 o'clock at night.

"Why don't you go inside and stop watching us then?" Quinn shot back, narrowing his eyes at the boy.

He hadn't held you since you visited him during spring break so he’d be damned if he was going to let his younger brother tell him when to let you go.

You heard Jack groan as you pulled back a little and kissed Quinn on the lips, followed by a 'get a room' before hearing the front door open.

"Quinn!" You heard Ellen say and you pulled away from Quinn so she could hug her oldest son.

"Hi, mom," he greeted her as he wrapped his arms around her.

"So glad you were able to get a flight out. Are you hungry? We saved some dinner for you." She pulled away and looked at him, waiting for his answer.

"I could eat."

Ellen smiled before turning back to the house. "I'll fix your plate while you get settled in." And then she was gone.

"Feels good to be back?" You asked, reaching into the trunk and grabbing Quinn's backpack to carry inside.

Quinn made a noise of disapproval at you grabbing his things before he took his bag from you and picked up his duffle. "Of course it does, my love." He told you, kissing your lips one last time before slinging his backpack onto his shoulder. "Am I rooming with my girlfriend or am I forced into a room with my brothers?"

You grinned, grabbing his hand as you closed the trunk for him. "I'm going to be your roomie if that's okay."

"Sounds better than okay." He answered, following you towards the house.

Once inside, you grabbed Quinn's bags from him and before he could protest, you told him to sit down and eat.

He reluctantly sat down and you disappeared down the hall to set his bags in your room.

"Quinn! It's good to see you," your mom beamed as he sat down with the plate his mom handed him.

"Good to see you too, y/m/n. How have you been?" He asked.

"I've been good. How about you?"

"Doing alright."

"Sorry about the season, Quinn" your dad chimed in.

"It's alright. There's always next season." He scooped some mashed potatoes onto his fork and took a bite, glancing down the hall when he heard your footsteps coming back into the living room, giving you a smile as you sat down next to him.

The next hour consisted of Quinn catching up with his family and yours, his plate empty next to him.

You glanced over at the clock on the wall and stood up, stretching. "I better get to bed. Early day tomorrow." You sighed, grabbing Quinn's plate to wash before heading to bed but he grabbed it back from you.

"I'll wash this really quick and then I'll join you. I'm beat."

You smiled at your boyfriend before bidding good night to everyone, heading towards the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. As you looked in the mirror while you brushed your teeth, you watched Quinn sneak in next to you with his own toothbrush, grabbing your toothpaste as he wets the toothbrush.

You basked in the domestic feeling of it all as Quinn asked you about a quick rundown of tomorrow as he brushed his teeth.

"Wake up, get ready, go to graduation, take some pictures, come home, eat, relax." You told him, Quinn's hand coming up to your hair to hold it back as you spit into the sink, rinsing it down the drain as you rinsed off your toothbrush.

Quinn nods, following suit before turning to you. "You're amazing, you know that?"

You smiled. "I've been told once or twice by a certain someone."

Quinn wrapped his arms around your waist, "only once or twice? Then I'm failing as a boyfriend." He joked, kissing your nose.

"Sure you are. You only get me flowers and chocolate every Valentines Day, birthday and anniversary. Always making time for me, even if it's just a five-minute phone call, no matter how busy you are. Oh, and let's not forget the care package you have Luke drop off every month when I'm on my period, which by the way, he’s tired of being your errand boy and told me to tell you to just send it through the mail. You’re totally failing as a boyfriend."

"You deserve it all." He placed a kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of you y/n and you deserve nothing but the best. Especially now."

You brought your hands up to cup his face. "And you deserve the world because you're the best, Quinn." You told him.

"Oh my god. Seriously. You two are taking over the bathroom now?" Jack’s voice cut through the air and Quinn groaned as you let out a giggle.

"Come on, Quinny. Let's go to bed before we make Jack sick." You grabbed Quinn's hand and pushed past Jack.

"You two better not do anything," Jack called after you two but you two pay him no mind, disappearing into your bedroom and closing the door most of the way, leaving it open enough for when your cat inevitably decides to join you.

Quinn knew you wouldn’t though, at least not for another hour. You're excited that he’s here with you and that tomorrow you will walk across the stage, all the hard work you put into school finally paying off.

You and Quinn climbed into bed, facing each other as you moved closer to him so you could snuggle into his chest and he draped his arm around you, letting his hand softly rub your back as he attempted to lull you to sleep.

And as tired as he was, he listened as you quietly rambled about whatever came to your mind, humming every once in a while, so you knew he was still awake and listening. Eventually though, you trailed off, letting yourself shut down for the night as Quinn continued to rub your back, watching as your eyes fluttered close before he closed his own.

"Night baby. Love you." He whispered as he pulled you closer.

"Love you too, Quinny. Sweet dreams." You managed to get out before letting yourself finally fall asleep.

You sat down next to Quinn, slumping against him as his arm went around your shoulders as friends and family gathered around the bonfire your cousins had started, a beer in Quinn's hand as he chatted with everyone. You were in a hoodie that belonged to Quinn at some point and a random pair of pajama pants, your third, and final, outfit change of the night after changing from your graduation dress into something you wouldn’t mind getting something spilled in after you got home that afternoon.

Quinn glanced over at you when your aunt walked away for another glass of wine, letting his mouth drop next to your ear.

"You okay?"

You nodded. "Just worn out."

Quinn smiled as he kissed the top of your head. "Long day for you. I’d be surprised if you weren't."

"I'm surprised your voice isn't hoarse considering how loud you were cheering. The world won't believe me when I tell them Quinn Hughes was actually loud and excited for once," you teased as you looked up at him, "it was like you and Jack switched personalities for the ceremony. Your reaction to me graduating was almost the same reaction that Jack had when Luke got drafted to the devils." you finished, referencing how loud Quinn cheered from his seat when you walked across the stage, matching the volume with half of your family as you stared straight ahead, your face starting to heat up.

You caught a glimpse of all of them though when you walked off the stage. Your immediate family along with 4/5 of the Hughes family all stood up and cheered as Jack and your extended family remained seated, clapping before Jack caught your eye and shot you a thumbs up.

"Baby, you are one of the few people I will stand up and cheer for like that. You know this." Quinn’s smile grew as he brought his beer up to his lips and took a drink, swallowing before speaking again. "I think that you should go upstairs and take a power nap."

"If I take a power nap, I might not go back to bed when I get up and I can't risk messing up my sleep schedule." You tried but Quinn shot you a look.

"You won't mess it up. It's seven pm. You'll be up no later than 9 and you'll go back to bed at midnight." He said, nodding towards the screen door. "Go take a nap."

You sighed, leaning more into Quinn. "Fine, I'll take a nap but I'm taking one right here." You told him firmly, closing your eyes.

You felt Quinn move slightly, pulling the hood of your sweatshirt over your head before resting his arm back around you and starting a conversation with your sister, the sound of their voices putting you to sleep.

You stirred awake a couple of hours later, blinking as you gathered where you were.

The chatter between friends and family had died down quite significantly, along with the bonfire, just a baby if a flame dancing along the wood.

You heard your dad and mom bid Quinn a quiet good night before you heard footsteps and then the screen door opening and closing behind them.

You let out a small yawn and Quinn looked down at you, brushing the hair that had fallen into your face away.

"Don’t you feel better after that nap?" He cooed and you shrugged, sitting up straight and stretching.

"I still feel tired if I'm honest." You responded, looking around to see everyone gone.

"Well then let's go to bed, yeah?" Quinn said, going to stand but you grabbed his bicep to stop him.

"No. Let's just stay out here for a bit longer. Have some us time." You said, sticking out your bottom lip for good measure.

Quinn smiled at you, pulling you back into his arms as he leaned back on the bench, and you felt your own smile grow.

You sighed as you closed your eyes again, basking in his warmth. "Thank you for being there for all the late-night breakdowns and making sure I took care of myself."

Quinn pressed his lips against your temple. "Anytime, baby." He paused for a second before continuing. "What are you going to do with your free time?"

You laughed. "Free time? Right. Well, going to start applying for jobs, that internship I had this year should help land one fairly quick, and while I'm doing that, I'll pick up some more hours at the job I have." You shrugged. "I'm just gonna go with it, I guess. Wherever the wind takes me."

You felt Quinn start moving so you sat up, allowing him to do the same. "I have a graduation gift for you." He told you as his hand went to the pocket of his sweatpants.

You watched him pull out something slim before he handed it to you, your eyes skimming over the words that were on it.

"It's a ticket to Vancouver. It's your ticket to Vancouver." He whispered.

You looked up at him, "what?"

"I want you to move in with me." He started, "we've been together two and a half years and I wasn't going to ask you to move to Vancouver when you were still finishing your degree, so I figured I'd wait until you graduated. You can apply for jobs there and we won't have to go months before we can see each other in person again. It's okay if you don-"

You cut Quinn off by pressing your lips to his, your hands cupping his cheek, the ticket still in your hand and Quinn kissed back, his hands going to your waist.

When you finally pulled away, Quinn spoke. "I'll take that as you're coming back to Vancouver with me towards the end of the offseason."

You nodded. “Absolutely. I'll start looking for jobs and I'll put in my notice at my work in the next couple of months."

"Or," Quinn started, "you could put in your two weeks tomorrow and you can spend the entire summer with me at the lake house."

You bit your lip as your hands dropped from his face to your lap, ticket still in your hand as you stared at it.

You felt Quinn take your hands in his. "Let yourself have one last summer vacation like when we were kids. No responsibilities. Just fun."

You smiled before nodding. "Okay. I'll put in my two weeks tomorrow and then once I'm done, I'm all yours for the summer."

Quinn pulled you into his chest as he leaned back once more, kissing you yet again. "And all mine after summer." He mumbled against your lips.

You chuckled before pecking his lips one last time and let yourself rest against him. "Yes. And after summer too."

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jpitha · 1 year

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Just a Little Further 12

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Singing. Of course.

I sigh. I'm annoyed at all the attention, but really, I have only myself to blame. I'm the one that just had to touch the directory stone. I couldn't just like, not touch it, oh no.

I stand. "I'll go out and see them. Maybe I can get them to disperse or something before security comes. I have a feeling that the people in charge here aren't going to like this, and I'd rather not have people get beat up in front of us who are trying to worship me, and yes, it sounds odd to me when I say it out loud too." Smiles at that.

Selem stares at the screen, not even turning to face me. "Yes, thank you Melody, that's... probably a good idea"

Something seems off with her. It's like she's having a real hard time with the things going on. More so than the usual stress. Maybe I'll ask her about it later.

"Melody, are you going to don your pressure suit?" FarReach asks.

Ugh, it's still scratched! I haven't even gotten time to play with the "translator" let alone fix my suit. Nobody will give me a couple hours to myself to putter. If this is what being a Living God is, I don't want it.

Too late now though.

I make a snap decision. "No, I won't wear it this time. It's still scratched and we can breathe the air fine. Plus, I'll look less intimidating in my uniform" I gesture down. I'm in my regular ships uniform. Blue shirt, grey pants with sensible shoes. Only decoration is my rank on my shoulder, and my name tag in brass on my breast pocket.

"Are you sure Melody? Last time out they shot at you." FarReach sounds unsure. Hah, I wish FarReach had an avatar, maybe I could read her body language better too!

"I'll be fine Far, it's not like they'll try and kill their own god."

Omar chuckled darkly at that, and Kieran gave me a look. I wonder why.

I headed up to the airlock. It was a long walk from the Command Deck; the Command Deck was in the front of FarReach and the airlock more towards the middle, but now that I know this ship was built during a war, I wonder if it's so far away to help repel boarders.

When I get there, Gene is there already. He has popped open a weapons locker and is taking out a long range rifle. Not one of mine, but I know the model, it's decent.

"And just what do you plan on doing with that?" I ask.

"Captain said I should cover you." He replied without looking up. He was checking the rifle and examining the magazine. It's impeccable though, I was the one who cleaned and inspected it last.

"Cover me?" I said incredulously. "From what?"

This time he stopped and looked up at me. "Melody, have you noticed how Captain Q'ari has been acting lately? She's completely out of sorts and is having trouble making decisions. She wants to leave. Her sense of duty and not wanting to have blood on her hands is the only thing keeping her from ordering FarReach to blow the umbilical and attempt a link home."

I nodded. "I did notice that, yes. I think it's something else though. She started to... act differently when she learned that the people here think we're Gods."

Gene stopped and looked at me. "I didn't notice that." Hah! It's like I have a superpower. I can read people's body language so easily now. It's always been hard for me before and now I just... know. Gene went back to the rifle. "Well, we're not Gods. Just look at our history. I'd be more inclined to agree if they thought we were demons or something. That I can see. Anyway-" Check complete, Gene slots the magazine and racks the bolt." I'm going to stay on FarReach and watch you. I think you'll be fine, but it's foolish to go out there unarmed and with no backup when they've already shown us they're willing to shoot.

I wasn't going to win this one. "Fine." I said. "But stay out of sight, and keep that targeting reticle off my back."

"I'd never aim at you Melody, you know that."

Without answering, I turned and cycled the airlock. I stepped into the inner door with Gene and we waited for it to finish. The outer door opened and Gene got down on one knee and hunched in a corner, just out of sight while I walked down the short umbilical. I was feeling that giddy nervous feeling again. I hated all this attention, but I also loved it. Have you ever felt that? Ugh. I need a coffee.

I pressed the open button on the iris and the sound.

It was breathtaking.

There were way more people here than FarReach let on, and the mics by the airlock didn't pick up the richness of the sound. It must have been three hundred people standing there, all singing and swaying in time. Even with my nanotech, I didn't understand the words, it must just be sound.

I stepped out and stood there, taking in the wall of sound. It was very impressive to be the one hundreds of people were singing about. All at once, they noticed me and stopped. One of them, an Aviens wearing a... robe of pure white approached me.

I struggled at the description because yes, it's a robe but the cut is...

like a space suit.

With a beatific smile the Aviens said "Holy One! You heard our cries! You have come to us in this, our darkest hour! We are at your command!"

With that, he dropped to the floor, on his knees, his head scraping the floor. Everyone - and I mean everyone - followed him.

Oh no.

There they stayed, nearly shaking with joy. I mean, I guess if you were religious and God showed up, you'd be happy too? Ugh. I hate it.

"Rise please." I said "There is uh, no need to supplicate yourselves before me."

The Aviens stood up quickly and with a rustle of clothes and a clank of pressure suits everyone followed. "Oh, but Holy One, you are too kind. We know The Way. We know how you are to be treated." They said, nodding with each thing they said."

"Oookay" I said. "Why are you here then? What do you need? Oh, what's your name too?"

His feathers puffed out immediately when I asked his name. He was very proud. "I am known as The Smell of Soil after Rain and this-" he gestured behind him "-is my flock. We are more than three hundred strong here on this part of Reach of the Might of Vzzx and there are at least twenty more congregations across the the Might."

There are how many?

Oh no.

"That's... impressive to hear" I say worriedly. "The Smell of Soil after Rain, why is it you are here?"

He nods again "We're here to welcome you, of course! It's not every day a Holy One comes back to the World they have wrought to Right the Wrongs that have been put upon Us."

I hear a lot of proper nouns in his speech. This is going to be more trouble.

Just when I'm about to ask for clarification on which specific wrongs I'm supposed to Right, there's a commotion from the rear of the congregation. Turning, Rain and I look. There is a group of Mariens who are wearing a dark unifo- no, I look closer. Their skin has been colored to look like a dark uniform. That's a neat trick. More worryingly they are carrying batons and there looks to be another one of those pistol like weapons the Aviens shot me with earlier on a belt around their middle.

"Disperse! Disperse!" They shout. "This is an illegal gathering! All religious gatherings must be approved by the council of regents, this is known!"

Rain turns back to the security officers and shouts "Your tyranny will be tolerated no longer! The Holy One is here and stands before us! She hears our pleas! She and the other Builders have returned to liberate us. You will be as dust to them and they will take back their rightful place as ruler of the Known, the Unknown and the Unknowable!"

Wide eyed, I turn and stare at Rain. Then, I turn back and stare at the security guards. They actually are faltering. They believe it too! What is going on here?

From behind them, another Mariens, this time flanked with two of the insect people - I haven't leaned their name yet - approach. This Mariens's coloration is more complicated than the security guards. They are probably the supervisor. I do see that the insect people are carrying much larger weapons too. They're like a rifle, but the barrel on the end has no hole. I wonder if it's some kind of energy weapon.

"Enough!" They shout. "You will all disperse or you will be made to disperse. This-" they point at me "-person is no God. They are Not Holy."

Finally, someone speaking sense.

Rain's feathers fluff up and down, they're upset at that. "You blaspheme! She speaks the Tongue as if it were her own, She is a Builder! They comes in a mighty ship through the disabled Gates as if they made it themselves. She is Holy."

The boss, wavers, but only for a split second. I think I only noticed it because of my newfound ability to read everyone's body language. They have someone they fear more than me. "You must disperse!" He makes a clicking noise and the security guards take out their batons.

Rain crosses his arms and glares at the supervisor. "Make. Us."

Oh no. No no no no.

As I realize what's about to happen, I feel something. I get this overwhelming feeling that I need to not only stop them from fighting, but to demonstrate that Rain is right and the supervisor is wrong. I barely have any time to question the feeling when almost automatically I step between them.

"S̵̳̦͑́͋t̶̨͚̑o̸͎̎̂ṕ̴̹̦̚ ̵͍̜̳̔T̷̛͇̓̆ḩ̸̼̜̀̌͝ȋ̸͕̹̺s̷͚̻̬͋̿͆ ̸͓͊a̶̖̗̞̓͊͐t̶̨̜̒ ̷̝̝͎̄̒Ó̷̳͖N̶̢̬̜̕Ċ̸̱É̸͔̫̹͋̋"

My voice has an odd timbre. Everyone - and I mean ev-ery-one - stops and pivots to face me as if they are compelled to obey.

What's going on?

But, only a small part of my mind can wonder at what I'm doing. I'm on automatic now. With a righteous finger, I point at the supervisor. "Who are you that thinks they have the authority over me here. Who are YOU to threaten these sapients with harm over coming to sing and welcome a Builder. WHO ARE YOU to deny them their right to worship me."

As I yell, the supervisor shrinks down, and eventually is kneeling down head scraping the floor just like the congregation did when they arrived. "I-I-I am known as Gemeli H-H-Holy One" The answer is muffled by the ground.

What am I doing?

"Gemeli, you are out of your depth." I snarl.

Why am I taking like this?

My head snaps up and I look at the crowd. As I glare at them, they all shrink from my gaze.

The congregation looks like they just won the lottery though. They all are smiling and nodding.

I want to stop doing this, please.

I feel a breeze around me but I'm too wrapped up in what I'm doing to stop. It's probably just the wind or something.

I turn to face Gemeli but I'm speaking to the crowd again. "All who come before me have the right to worship. All who live here live at the pleasure of the Builders. All who work to usurp that right are known to Us as enemies. Who are you Gemeli?"

More shaking. "I-I-I-I do not usurp your right, Holy One. I am not an enemy."

"Then rise Gemeli, and take your place in the congregation."

Why can't I stop?

"Holy One, my congregation is in the northwestern lobe near my home."

I say nothing and just look at him. He squeaks and lines up next to Rain's people.

I hear a noise. I don't know what it is. Probably nothing. I turn back to the crowd. "Now then, where is-"

A shot rings out from the rear of the crowd. In my fury, I can immediately pinpoint who it is. It's the Aviens from before. The one who shot at me earlier. They're far in the rear of the crowd. This time they're carrying a heavy rifle. Not an energy weapon by the looks of things, a slug thrower.

Huh.

I can see them slowly sliding the bolt to load a new shell.

I can see one of the insect people - one of Gemili's assistants - start to fall. They were shot by the Aviens.

A shot that was meant for me.

This will not do at all.

Without having any ability to stop what I'm doing, without any desire to stop what I am doing, I reach my hands out together and separate them firmly.

The crowd parts, their feet sliding on the panels that make up the floor. It half looks like they moved, and half looks like I moved them. I have a clear line of sight between myself and the shooter.

With a fire in my eyes, I point at them and say:

S̸̢̯͎͍̮̣͈̤̩̼͎͊͒Ţ̵̢̛͉̮̮̩̹̭̭̬̺̠͇̟͓́̂͒̈́̋͂̑͌̏̓͠͝ͅƠ̸̩̦̞͐̋̏̏̂̈́͊̕P̴̙͙̭̪̞̹̙̮͍̐ ̵̢̨̠͙̜̠̰͖̩̝͈͕̭̟̾̉̎͋T̵̡̥̤̤̲͝H̵͍͎̘̥͚̫͔̹̠̤̻̖̼̪͉̑̓̚͜Ȉ̴̛͙͓͈̪̗̩̤̉̌̈́̈́͒́S̷̡̮̺̟͚̟̼̞̪̻̮̰̹͉͊.

Uh oh.

They drop the rifle, and their knees buckle. Bright blue blood trickles from their mouth. They're on the floor.

No.

I look to the crowd and say "What are those who usurp my rights called?"

"Enemies!" The crowd shouts. Even Gemeli and the insect people guards with him join in.

I want to stop.

"What happens to enemies?" I call out.

"THEY ARE NO MORE!" And the crowd descends upon the Aviens.

Please stop.

In no time at all, the Aviens is... gone. Only a violent blue stain remains.

What am I doing?

"MELODY!" It's my radio. "MELODY! What is happening to you?"

The spell broken, I'm myself again. "What do you mean?" I say confused.

It's Captain Q'ari. "Look at yourself Melody! LOOK DOWN"

I look down at myself.

I'm...glowing? My uniform has been replaced with...

Oh shit.

I'm wearing a gown, like the gown Rain had on, but made up of the material of my uniform. It's a deep royal blue. The nanobots are doing something. Not just my brain, I have enough now that they can effect matter around me.

I look behind me worried. Made out of dust and light and... matter from all around me are,

Wings.

On my head is a,

Crown.

The nanobots can do this?

Of course they can, you're a Builder. Builders build. a Voice tells me. It's the voice of who was shouting at the crowd.

Oh no, now I'm hearing voices. Did the Nanobots imprint a personality on me?

Funny. Calling a part of yourself "A Voice" won't negate the fact that you were the one who controlled the crowd. Won't negate the fact that you told them to obliterate the shooter. Nicely done by the way. No half measures here. Everyone here today and everyone who will see the video feed will be one thousand percent sure you are a Builder.

Stumbling and feeling faint, I turn and run back into the airlock. Before I step back in, I turn to The Smell of Soil after Rain and say "Take your congregation and go. Enough blood has been spiled today. I will come and visit you later." with that kind of promise, he practically floats off the ground he's so proud. He turns and starts directing the group to leave.

I enter the airlock and lean against a wall. I feel sick.

Gene sees me, his eyes wide.

"Why didn't you shoot?" I yell.

"You did your... thing with your voice and the crowd descended on them before I could do anything!" He cried.

I drop to my knees panting. Good, good. The voice - part of me? says. Never let them see you weak.

"FarReach, we have a problem." I say, gasping.

"Gee Melody, do you THINK?" She replies, almost shouting.

"I'm a Builder now, and FarReach?"

"I think the Builders were the bad guys."

Part 13

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans go on adventure #humans are space oddities #sci fi writing #writing #humans and ai #humans and aliens #the k'laxiverse #jpitha #just a little further

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throughtrialbyfire · 6 months

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𝑾𝑰𝑷 𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 ♥

i'm a day late yet again, but its that time of the week!!

firstly, thank you to the phenomenal @umbracirrus @skyrim-forever @thequeenofthewinter @mareenavee @dirty-bosmer for tagging me this week!! <33

secondly, i'm tagging the lovely @orfeoarte @aphocryphas @v1ctory-or-sovngarde @thana-topsy @boethiahspillowbook @polypolymorph @viss-and-pinegar @totally-not-deacon @gilgamish @wildhexe and you!! cant wait to see what you've all been up to this week!!

i'm working on "Cycle of the Serpent", chapters 27 and 28 right now! i'm going to share a tiny snippet from both. they're in extremely rough draft form at the moment, but i'm happy with the direction i'm taking them as i send athenath into meridia's temple >:3c

i'm also going to share a snippet from my Dragonborn Frothar fic, "Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood"! i've not gotten much deeper into it, i'm afraid, but i am enjoying working with this character a lot <3

chapter 27

"Listen," Emeros began in a steady voice, "there's certainly been a mistake. We're not Daedra worshippers, nor do we want anything to do with them. We're simply returning an object to it's rightful place, which would certainly prevent any other Daedra worshippers from finding it and enacting the will of…" "Meridia," the shorter Vigilant manage out. "This is the temple to Daedric Prince Meridia." "Right," Emeros nodded, "then if we return this and leave, that should be satisfactory. We've no intent to continue with the will of Meridia, we're simply putting things back where they belong. That's certainly something understandable, is it not?" "No," the taller Vigilant scoffed, "you've been carrying a Daedric artifact with intent to fulfill the wish of a Daedric Prince. In our eyes, that makes you on the same level of their worshippers." Emeros gave an agitated look to Wyndrelis, as if to ask if the Dunmer was hearing the same things he had just heard. "We've no intent to worship her, I can assure you. In fact, our friend-" he moved his hand in the direction of Athenath, "is a devotee to Mara! You've got the sense, I'm certain, to see how that makes him the opposite of a Daedra worshipper." "Anyone who does the will of-" Before the Dunmer Vigilant could finish her sentence, Athenath set the beacon in place, all five figures watching as a beam of light shot from the stone ground. Stumbling back, the Vigilants cursed and sputtered as Athenath stepped away from the statue, the pillar of light lifting the beacon into the hands of the statue.

Athenath stumbled. The world fell away and reformed under them, a new world, the same one, what did it matter? It swayed under his feet, the skies turned to melting gelatin, the clouds brandished heavy lights into their weary eyes. ------- As the world came back to him one piece at a time, he took in the sight before them. Emeros and Wyndrelis, poised in a standoff with the Vigilants. A faint, high humming thrilled the air, nerves spiking the hair on the back of their necks like an electric current run through the five at the statue's foot. Emeros gave one glance back at Athenath, Wyndrelis thickening a spark of magicka into his palm, blue against his fingertips. The Dunmer, too, turned his white irises back to the shorter of the trio, pupils landing dark, scrutinizing pinpricks against the Altmer's apprehension. Wordlessly, they understood. Athenath sprinted down from the statue's footing as lightning sprouted from Wyndrelis' hand, the sounds of battle raging above as they hopped from the stone down to another, until they landed squarely on the ground with a thud, the light of Meridia and the high-pitched whine it radiated calling to him. Pushing open the doors to the temple, they silently prayed to Mara, a plea of understanding. That she would show her compassion, and look down upon her devotee not with revulsion at the Daedric tampering in his fate, but with warmth, with love, with knowing how it was to be backed into a corner. The light of Meridia burned, the shadows split aside, and Athenath pushed forward into the ruined depths.

chapter 28

A foul air hung low around Athenath, thick in the darkness of the temple. Moss overpowered the stones, darkness shrouded in its blinding power, and the stench of decay wafted into the Altmer's senses. Athenath pressed their sleeve to his nose, forcing himself not to gag at the odor. He stepped forward, flinching as the noises of battle shredded the once-quiet air above them, using their sword to break apart spiderwebs that threaded through the temple's corners and crevices. The hair on the back of their neck prickled, skin bumping, spine aching with the all-too-familiar dread that sent a shiver down the column. The lit braziers up ahead offered both peace and terror. A presence had been here. The dark, then, seemed safer than the figure they knew lurked deeper in the temple. Still, he pushed one foot ahead of the other, against stone steps worn and slicked by the ages, into the depths of Meridia's temple, despite the chill radiating around them.

"Kill the Creature, Shed the Blood"

Frothar slashed away at the straw dummy before him, an intensity flaring in his eyes brighter than before, Nelkir's words ringing in his head. The promise of someone who could cover for him. It was almost too good to be true. The rumors perfumed the castle thickly of a dragon, nesting somewhere inside Whiterun Hold. Irileth had been debating the chance to dispatch a unit of guards to check it out, but Proventus and his father advised against it. His father. Frothar tore his helmet off and placed it aside. His father, who feared to lose him, an understandable fear. His father, who forbade him from getting involved in anything too dangerous, afraid to let Frothar out into the world, to watch his son get hurt, to watch his son burn up in the suns of the mountainous province. The Jarl, decorated war veteran, afraid to let Frothar so much as pick up a sword in the name of defending their Hold. He winced at the thought. Did Balgruuf not believe in him? Did the Jarl think he wasn't capable? Frothar had been trained by only the finest soldiers in Whiterun, from Great War veterans to young and talented people whose leadership was prized within the ranks of their guards. Irileth herself had tutored him in the art of wielding a blade, of stalking quietly, of keeping his head level, knowing when to stand down and when to fight. Yet even she denied him this chance to prove himself.

Slowly, he pulled his helmet back up from the table. He examined his armor. He wasn't too tired, no, he'd not let himself wear out on sparring. And if he packed quickly enough, he might even escape with the changing of the guard at the front doors of Dragonsreach. Of course, there was always the barracks, but sneaking through there in full armor sounded like the worst idea he'd had since he voiced his longing to hunt the dragon terrorizing the countryside. He would not tell anyone. Slowly, Frothar marched to his room, slipping between the corridors and snaking his way out of the sights of any and all who might still be awake at this hour. He pulled open the creaking wooden door to his room, hissing quietly when it echoed out into the night, and shut it quickly behind himself. He snagged a pack from beside his bed and tugged a small purse from his bedside drawer, filling it with a handful of septims. He had plenty of healing potions, he tended to stock up for when sparring with guards or Irileth or his brother got too rough, and he ensured they were packed so tight they could not rattle. He could hunt for his food. He would be fine. As he slung the pack over his shoulder and began the slow march to his window, he gazed down at the craggy plateau Dragonsreach rested upon. He knew this would not be an ideal route. He'd need to find some other way down, some pathway out.

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aprilclementine · 1 year

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just some thoughts that came to me at work :)

Steve and Robin had just been let go from Family Video, for apparently "spending more time watching movies, than doing their job". If they didn't want them watching movies, they shouldn't have put a display TV in the store. Now, the two were driving around downtown looking for any help wanted signs. "I don't get it, Robbie! I laid down all that Harrington charm, you'd think she would have hired us right on the spot!."

"Steve, if that was what you called 'charm', I'm starting to really understand why you can never land a second date." Robin snorted from the passenger seat. "That poor barista, probably threw out both of our applications, after that pick up line you used."

"It was a classic! You just don't-" "STOP!" Steve slammed on his breaks, causing the car behind them to speed around, flipping them both off. "Robin, you can't do-"

"I seen the big ol' help wanted sign, and didn't want us to miss out on this momentous opportunity." Robin shrugged, as Steve parked along the sidewalk.

Steve grumbled back a response under his breath, as they both exited the car, making their way towards the Record Shop. "Hey, lighten up! This job might be 'life changing'! What if we find the love of your life here!" Robin joked, as she jabbed at Steve's side.

"Robin, if we get hired here, and it leads to me finding the 'love of my life', I will give you my car." Steve added sarcastically, as he opened the door for Robin.

It has been two weeks, since they both got hired at the Record Shop. Max, Lucas, and Dustin have visited a couple times. Max was excited, because she presumed she would be able to use Steve's discount to get all the tapes she could imagine for her Walkman. Steve, and Robin both loved the place, the owners were a really cute old couple, Roy and Tammy, they got to play whatever they wanted over the store speakers while they worked, see all the new releases, wear their own clothes as a uniform. Steve and Robin had even come up with their own game behind the counter, where they would try and guess what a customer was going to buy, based on what they were wearing. They even had a little tally going on in the backroom. Robin was much better at Steve than this guessing game, leading by seven points.

Today, Robin asked Steve if he was fine running the shop on his own, she had plans to get coffee with this girl from the Bookstore across the street from the Record store. Her name was Nancy, and she had been in quite a few times since the two have gotten hired, constantly asking Robin her thoughts and opinions on certain tracks. Robin's been smitten ever since. Steve had agreed, wishing her luck, as he hung up the phone.

Steve got to work today, wearing his favorite yellow sweater, some light wash jeans, and his white chucks. It was a Thursday, inventory day, Steve had forgotten that was today, when he had so easily agreed to let Robin take the day off. Steve huffed, and cursed Robin in his head, as he brought yet another box up to the front counter. He sighed when he took a seat at the counter, as he laid his head down on the cool counter, enjoying a split second of bliss, before the door was practically kicked open, letting the bell that hung over the door ring louder than normal. Steve shot his head up, sitting up straighter, as the person walked in.

"Ohhhh Roooyyy, you know what today is! Metallica just dropped a new album, man!" The stranger called out as he walked directly towards the labeled section, not even glancing at the counter. "Also, whats with this pop garbage over the speakers, man!" Steve took this time to watch him, as he sifted through the various album covers, as his ring clad fingers pulled out an album to marvel at, before placing it back. He watched as the man, stuck his tongue out as he moved to the next row, and how he shook his long hair out of his face, and continued to search. Steve stared at the vest that covered his back, and the way his jeans clung to his legs, chain looped across the first two loops of his jeans, and the neatly folded black hankerchif sticking out of his back pocket.

Steve stood from the counter, running a hand through his hair, as he went to approach the stranger. The man hummed a tune softly under his breath, that Steve was unfamiliar with. Just as Steve was going to clear his throat to get his attention, the man let out an exasperated sigh, before yelling, "Roy! Did you fall in the back again?" The man quickly turned around, running right into Steve's chest.

They both let out gasps, the stranger from shock, and Steve from the blow. As the two regained balance, the man laughed. "Holy shit, man, say something next time!"

Steve, now even closer to the stranger, could not find any words. Too busy, scanning his features up close, getting lost in his pretty brown eyes. Steve shook himself out of his thoughts, before clearing his throat. "M'sorry, was trying to catch my breath again over at the counter when you walked in."

"Wow, didn't realize I had that kind of effect on strangers, let alone hot strangers. What's your name?" The man smiled slyly, as he looked up at Steve.

Steve felt the heat rush to his cheeks, trying to hide his reaction, as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Uh, Steve. Roy isn't in today, but it is inventory day, so any new releases, I'm in the middle of putting out right now." Steve turned away from the man's intense gaze, clearing his throat as he turned away, walking towards the counter again. "I'm sorry, normally they're out by now, 'cause I have my coworker to help, but they're gone today." Steve continued to explain, as the man followed him to the counter where the boxes were stacked.

"S'Fine. Need a hand?" The man asked, as Steve opened up one of the boxes.

"No, I couldn't ask you to do that, I'll just hurry up, try and get you your album sooner." Steve said quickly, as he went to lift another box onto the counter. The man reached out, and put his hand on Steve's shoulder, stopping his frantic movements. Steve felt his whole body heat up from the touch alone.

"As much as I'd love to see you all sweaty, theres no need to do all that. I seriously don't mind, I've helped Roy and Tams a couple times anyways." He explained, as he took the box from Steves hands. "The names Eddie, by the way."

"Eddie." Steve quietly repeated to himself, as he opend the other box that Eddie had moved on to the counter. "Sooo, do you come around here often?"

"Are you flirting with me, Stevie?" Eddie looked up from the box in front of him, giving Steve that same smile from before.

"No- I just- Well-" Steve tried to quickly get out, as Eddie let out a melodic laugh.

"I'm joking, you walked right into that one." Eddie shook his head, as he turned away from the counter with a stack of new albums ready to put them in their respective section. Steve was still a blushing mess, wondering how any person could have this effect on him.

He was taken out of his trance by Eddie calling for him from across the store. "Steve, is this fucking ABBA playing?" He questioned, as the opening note to "Dancing Queen" played through the store.

Steve nodded, as he moved closer to where Eddie stood, with another stack of albums in his hand. "Yeah, why?"

"S'Nothing, I just thought Roy let you guys play your own music, while you worked." Eddie continued, as he moved past Steve to grab some another stack.

Steve stood their confused, watching Eddies back as he walked to the counter. "He does?" Steve replied, confused as to what Eddie was getting at.

Eddie let out another laugh, as he walked back over to Steve. "You're funny, dude. Seriously, that's hilarious." Steve looked towards Eddie again, giving him a quizzical look.

"What did I say?" Steve asked.

Eddie stopped in his tracks, and looked up at Steve. "Wait, wait, wait. You're not kidding? You seriously play ABBA while you work? Holy shit, I think I need a minute." He placed down the stack of albums, on a nearby counter, before he literally doubled over in laughter. Steve huffed as he set down his albums as well, walking close to Eddie, with both hands on his hips.

"What's so funny about it?" Steve questioned as Eddie continued to laugh. Steve tried very hard to keep the bit going, as he listened to Eddie's infectious laugh.

Eddied sounded out of breath as he replied. "You just don't look the type, maybe some Bee Gees, Journey, I don't know, even Tears for Fears."

"Huh? What's so shocking about it? What's not to like?" Steve continued to question, as Eddie started laughing again. "Youuu can dance, youuu can jiiive." Steve began to sing along, making Eddie laugh even harder, swatting his hand at nothing in an attempt to get Steve to stop.

The two let out a long sigh as the song conlcuded, Eddie shaking his head as he looked over at Steve, who whistled along to the final notes. "I'm going to make it my personal mission to show you some real music, Steve."

Steve rolled his eyes at the remarks, as he walked back over to continue putting away his stack.

The two finished fairly quick, throwing playful banter at each other the whole time, and Eddie continued to judge every single choice Steve made for music. By the time they finished, it was just in time for Steve to close up shop. He sighed, as he moved from the back room to lock up the front door, and flip the sign from "Open" to "Closed". He turned back to face Eddie who had made himself comfortable, sitting at the stool behind the counter, examnining the wall of posters that Roy had Steve and Robin put up.

"Lemme pick the music now." Eddied requested, as he hopped off the stool, walking over to Steve. Steve smiled, shaking his head. "Sorry, store’s closed, sir. You'll have to get going."

Eddie groaned, throwing his head back. "Stevie! Please! I will fall over and d*e right on this store floor, if you don't let me choose one song to play for you." Steve tried to stifle his laugh, with the back of his sleeve, shaking his head. Eddie rolled his eyes, letting out a big sigh before throwing himself on the floor. Steve let out a gasp, crouching over Eddie

"Dude! I was joking!" Steve exclaimed, as his eyes scanned over Eddies face. Eddies face broke out in a wide grin, as he opened his eyes, bringing his hand up to pat Steves cheeks.

"I knew you'd come aorund, Big Boy." Eddie pushed himself back up, quickly moving over to the section labeled "Rock". Steve still recovering from the nickname, watched as Eddie picked up an album, from the "D" section. Eddie turned on his heel, running over to the stores record player, carefully placing the pin, over his desired area.

Steve listened as the opening notes played through the store. He watched as Eddies smile grew, as he began nodding along to the beat. He finally turned to help Steve up from the floor. "I Speed at Night by Dio." Eddie announced, as Steve listened carefully. "I figured I'd ease you into my kind of music, I think this one is pretty mellow, mainstream for this genre." Eddie continued.

Steve shoved Eddie playfully. "I don't listen to mainstream music." At this, Eddie laughed again. “Also, I would not consider this ‘mellow’.” As the song continued.

"Steve, every song you played made me think we were just listening to the Top 50 Hits radio station." Eddie replied.

"You suck." Steve sighed, as they let the song play out.

Two hours later, Steve and Eddie were sat across from each other at the counter, a box of take out placed between them, that Eddie had ran down the road to get, insisting he buy Steve dinner. The only light left on in the store, being the single lamp, that hung over the counter, illuminating the two boys' animated conversation.

The new Metallica album, Master of Puppets, played lowly in the background, as Eddie stood up and reenacted a portion of his story, Steve watching closely, as if Eddie held the Sun in his hands, while he continued to eat from their shared box.

The boys were interrupted as they heard the door rattle, and quiet voices, as the bell above the door rang out. Steve stood quickly, Eddie close by his side, Steve held his breath, anticipating the worst, until he heard it.

“Steve? Robin?” Steve recognized the voice that called out, as the shop owner, Roy. Steve finally let out the breath he was holding as Roy approached the counter. “Didn’t expect you to still be here.” Roy said softly, before looking up to see the two boys standing closely together. “Oh! I see you’ve met, Eddie.”

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"Black Wedding" Story Event: Bitter END

Liam's Route

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As I walked through the open doors, a group of cultists dressed in white came into view.

Standing at the altar was the Founder, assuming the role of the priest.

And—.

Liam: … Kate.

Liam gently wrapped his hand around mine that were cold due to my nervousness.

Amidst the air of tension and exaltation, the Founder’s voice echoed through the church.

Founder: It is time to recite your vows of love.

Liam: Kate.

Kate: Yes…

Liam: I promise to love you in sickness and in health.

Kate: Me too. I promise to love you in sickness and in health.

Founder: I hereby pronounce you as a pair who will love each other for eternity. — And now, a kiss to seal your vows.

Liam lifted my black veil and touched my cheek.

He muttered right before our lips touched.

Liam: … We’ll have to put this kiss on hold.

(Huh…?)

Immediately after, Liam protectively hid me behind his back.

Kate: …!

I gasped when I saw from behind Liam’s back that the cultists were all holding guns and knives.

However, Liam had sensed it and was the first to fire his gun.

Black Haired Cultist: … Guwahh!

Well-Built Cultist: Damn it, why does he have a weapon! Kill both the bride and groom…!

Liam: Looks like it was a good idea to bring a gun just in case…

Liam unhesitatingly shot down and killed the cultists one after another.

(There’s a gunman up there too!)

A cultist on the second floor pointed his gun at Liam—.

Kate: Liam! Watch out!

Liam: !

I hugged Liam and crouched down, a hole appeared at the exact spot we were standing on just a second ago.

(... Thank goodness. I was able to protect Liam in time.)

Liam: Thanks for protecting me, Kate. You’re the best bride ever.

Liam: … I’ll do even better. Just hang in there for a little while more, I’ll have all of them gotten rid of in no time.

30 seconds after Liam smiled charmingly at me…

Every last one of the cultists were lying on the floor, patches of red blooming around them.

(... The Founder is the only one alive.)

Liam: This is how those couples who vowed eternal love to each other were killed.

Liam: Their love won’t break or fade away if they’re dead, that’s why it’s called “eternal love”.

Founder: … That’s right.

Kate: … Why did you do that?

Founder: Because there’s no such thing as a love that lasts forever in this world.

Kate: Huh…?

I was baffled to hear the person who claimed to be able to grant us eternal love, say that eternal love didn't exist.

Founder: No matter how much a pair of lovers love each other, that love will break eventually as time goes by.

Founder: The once beautiful love turns ugly and starts to rot away, they might even start detesting each other…

Founder: That’s why I want to save something so beautiful and make it last forever.

Founder: … What is so wrong about that?

(... Those eyes are so dark and corrupted.)

There must've been something that led him to harbour such selfish and twisted ideals.

(However, that can’t justify the act of killing people who didn’t want to die.)

Liam: I get what you’re thinking. Because I, too, don’t believe in the existence of eternal love.

Liam: But my reason is a little different from yours.

Kate: …

Liam: Before I met her, I spent my life wishing for my own end. It was the only thing giving me hope.

Liam: … To me, “eternity” was too outrageous for me to ask for.

Liam: That’s why I think that I still can’t say with confidence that I can make such a miracle happen.

Liam: But… while desiring eternity, I can spend my days with the one I love.

(Spending your days with the one you love, while desiring eternity…)

Liam looked at me and smiled lovingly.

Liam: Kate. I’ll love you with all my heart until the day I die.

Liam: While staying by your side, I’ll wish for an eternity that I’ve never seen before. Because I love you.

Kate: … Liam.

I felt uneasy hearing Liam say that eternal love didn't exist.

And yet, Liam was trying his best for our love to last forever.

That kind of love was deeper and more sincere than anyone else's.

(I would much rather have a love that’s sincere, than be told that there was such a thing as eternity…)

Founder: … Shut up.

Founder: Shut up, shut up, shut up! You will regret this! And before that, I will create that eternity!

Faster than the Founder could pull out his gun and pull the trigger, Liam shot a bullet that pierced through his heart.

Liam: Good night. … You can continue your search for eternal love in hell.

Afterwards, Crown arrived to clean up the bloody bodies lying around, as well as the corpses that were stored underground.

— Innocent lovers would never shed blood again.

…

Liam: I never thought our first wedding would end up like this.

Kate: Fufu, same here. But I’m so glad that you’re safe and sound…

Liam: It’s because you protected me. Thank you, my lovely bride.

Kate: Thank you for protecting me too, my handsome husband.

Still smelling like blood, we smiled at each other while in the church’s garden.

Looking up at the starless sky, Liam’s lips lifted into a smile.

Liam: … I hope that when we have our real wedding someday, it will have nothing to do with missions.

Liam: I’ll give you a bouquet of modern roses so big that you can’t hold them.

Liam: … And I’ll seal our vows with a kiss. Ah, but I don’t want anyone witnessing that.

Liam: After the wedding ceremony, we’ll go on a honeymoon as newlyweds. What do you think about going to a place where we can see the sea?

Kate: Fufu, that would be wonderful. Let’s lie down on the beach.

Liam: Ahaha, that’s the best!

Liam: …

Liam: I hope to finally reach eternity with you someday. … I look forward to tomorrow whenever I’m with you.

I could tell from his slightly hoarse voice that those words were sincere from the bottom of his heart.

(... Oh dear, I think I might tear up.)

Kate: … Me too.

(Both of us had neither the strength nor innocence to say for sure that our love would last for eternity.)

(... But I can confidently say that we will love each other today, tomorrow, and always.)

We were still together, holding hands that have been separated on too many occasions.

Kate: Hey, Liam. What you said at the church earlier on made me very happy to hear. Therefore, let me promise you that as well.

I took his beautiful hand and placed a kiss on the back of his fingers.

Kate: I promise to love you with all my heart until the day death pulls us apart.

Kate: While staying by your side, I’ll wish for an eternity that I’ve never seen before. … Will you live tomorrow with me too?

Liam: …

Liam: … There’s only… one answer… to that…

He pulled me into a hug so tight that I almost couldn't breathe.

I knew from those trembling fingers touching my back that he loved me from the bottom of his heart.

Liam: … Yes. Please stay like this with me forever.

I kissed him instead of verbally telling him “I’d love to”.

I hoped that one day, that kiss would be a real kiss to seal our vows.

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that swop gifset got me thinking....ted punching someone to defend his love??? we need your take on that pretty please??? and they being the only one that gets him to take a step back??? so beard is like....wait...you're down bad, my friend.

AN: An excuse to watch clips of SWOP again? An excuse to dream of Jason Sudeikis saying “that’s for my girl!”? An excuse to pine over the perfect man that is fictional Ted Lasso? Done, done, and done-er.

Rating: Teen

Tags: Roy Kent/Keeley Jones (background), Coach Beard/Ms. Bowen (background), One Shot, Sleeping with Other People themed, light Violence but with Romantic Intention, Referenced Emotional Abuse, Getting Together

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No one was more surprised than you at how quickly you’d opened up to Ted Lasso. When you took a job at AFC Richmond you certainly thought it would be a job like any other. Nice people and a cool venue, maybe, but a job nonetheless. You did what was needed and you went home and hung out with your real friends, not your work friends.

But Ted didn’t seem to distinguish between work friend and real friend, and he convinced you time and time again to join him and the coaching staff for a drink or dinner or karaoke, and you started to return the favor inviting him out to your own favorite haunts for coffee or lunch or window shopping. It only took a few weeks of Roy and Beard saying, “maybe next time,” until the default was just you and Ted. You and Ted going to the movies, you and Ted eating ice cream and talking about your families, you and Ted going for a walk on the green and discussing past relationships. You and Ted on his couch making your way through a Rom Com Competition Bracket.

But they weren’t dates. At least, neither of you had ever said they were dates.

One Saturday in particular, Ted invited you out to a new bookstore/wine bar that had opened across town, and the two of you ran into Keeley. She was scoping out the venue for an event for a client and practically flung herself into Ted's arms. Ted saw it coming and stood up from where he sat in order to brace himself before returning to his seat with a grin.

“Babe,” she squealed when she saw you, “I can’t believe I’ve been THIS out of the loop, exactly how long have you two been shagging?!”

Your cheeks warmed immediately and you wished she was using her inside voice but you weren’t sure she had one. You looked over at Ted and tried to see what Keeley was seeing:

tiny table (there were bigger options but Ted picked this one because it was near a window)

both of you on one side so you could read the same book (Ted holding it open while you turned the pages)

two glasses of wine (you had gotten a sangria and he had gotten a white wine, but you didn’t like yours and he happily traded)

a shared stack of books in between you (the two of you picked out books that you both wanted to read so you could pass them back and forth)

So, yeah, it certainly looked like something was going on. You had paused so long Ted thought you were floundering and he responded for you. “Oh, Y/N and I, we’re not—”

“I’m meeting Roy for dinner at the Crown & Anchor in a couple hours, you two should come! Double-date!!” Keeley hadn’t heard a word and was looking down at her phone so she also wasn’t picking up on the visual cues that something was amiss. You and Ted looked at each other and you shrugged with a small smile, “yeah, sure. We’ll come to dinner.”

Keeley was out the door with a squeal and cheek kisses for you both and you laughed at the whole situation.

“Sorry, Ted, I probably should have done more to correct that.”

“No, no,” Ted waved a hand and smiled, “I’m certainly not upset bein’ mistaken for someone that could be datin’ you.”

Your jaw dropped slightly at Ted’s sentiment. The two of you were flirty sure, but that was as direct as he’d ever been that he might be interested in something more than friendship.

“Should we chug this chapter and read these drinks and head that way,” Ted joked, either oblivious to your emotional turmoil or changing the subject for his own benefit. You laughed and nodded, picking up your glass and turning the page.

Roy and Keeley were already at the Crown & Anchor when you and Ted arrived, chatting with Beard who you didn’t expect but you were happy to see all the same.

“Five of us then,” you asked as you walked over to the group, Ted just behind you, a polite hand on your lower back.

“Ah, six actually,” Beard said with a sheepish look that was unlike him.

You looked at him quizzically but it was Roy who explained, “Seems like everyone’s in a surprising fuckin’ secret relationship. Beard and Phoebe’s fuckin’ teacher, you and Ted...”

Beard quirked his eyebrow at ‘you and Ted’, but you shook your head, “Misunderstanding, we’re just friends.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Keeley and Roy responded in unison, and then gave each other a cheeky smile. Ted said nothing, just lead the group over to a six-top as Ms. Bowen joined from the bathroom, a pint already in hand.

“I was just at the bar, and that bloke over there is a right arse,” Ms. Bowen clucked her tongue, teacherly even on her night off. “He’s already sloshed and it’s barely 6:30.”

“Did he say something to you?” Beard immediately made like he was going to stand up, but Ms. Bowen stopped him with a hand to the arm and a kiss to the cheek.

“S’fine darling, just annoying,” she replied and Ted craned his neck.

“He looks annoying,” Ted responded, and you looked too and gasped.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered and Ted looked at you immediately. The rest of the group got on with their conversation, so you felt comfortable leaning into him and to privately say, “that’s Ben.”

“Ben…,” Ted looked at you confused, and then his eyes widened, “BEN, Ben?”

You nodded emphatically. Ben was your ex-boyfriend and your last relationship. You and Ted had spoken about him extensively. The ways he had manipulated you, the reasons you stayed with him for so long and how much you regretted it now. Ted, more than anyone else knew the emotional toll the man at the bar had taken on you.

“Do you.. Do you want me to go talk to him,” Ted whispered and you could see a vein in his forehead flexing.

“No, no, I would much rather have a good time,” you patted Ted’s hand in a way you meant to be reassuring, but you realized your own hand was shaking. You weren’t scared of Ben, he’d never harmed you, but you were embarrassed and anxious that you’d have to deal with him in front of your friends.

You managed to ignore Ben’s presence even as he antagonized people at the bar and made a ruckus by the dart board. Keeley and Roy begged off first after dinner, having to go pick up Phoebe from Roy’s sister’s. You, Ted, Beard and Ms. Bowen could have moved around now that there were fewer people at the table, but you chose to stay tucked into Ted’s side and he didn’t seem to mind.

“One last pint,” you asked Ted and he agreed, so you stood and he made to follow you. “No, it's okay, I’ll grab them on my way back from the bathroom.”

It had quieted at the bar, so you had truly forgotten that Ben was even there, but as you stopped and asked Mae for two more pints you knew it was him who had sidled up behind you. Sure, you and Ted flirted, but he would never grab you by the hip like that, quick and aggressive.

“Loveyyy,” Ben droned low in your ear, “One of those for me, yeah?”

“Fuck off, Ben,” you responded quietly, accepting the pints from Mae and making to return to the table.

“Ben, you know you’re cut off and if you keep acting an arse in my bar, I’ll have to ask you to leave," Mae said sternly. Ben held up his hands in a gesture of innocence but as soon as you took a step he blocked your path.

You sighed, “Ben, seriously? I don’t want to nor do I have to play your silly games. Pardon me.” You stepped to the side and so did Ben. He loomed over you and was just drunk enough that although he’d never hurt you before, you couldn’t quite trust his intentions.

Ted appeared at your elbow, his hands in the pockets of his khakis. You knew because you always checked his hands first when things were tense. He was looking only at you, not Ben.

“Need a hand, I can grab one of those,” Ted offered and you handed him one of the pints with a smile. He stepped back so you could walk in front of him and he could keep Ben away from you, but Ben wouldn’t be put off so easily.

“Oh, what not even going to ask after me mate,” Ben asked aggressively, shoulder checking Ted so his beer sloshed to the already sticky floor.

Ted chuckled but it was a humorless sound. You quickly sat your beer on the table with Beard and Ms. Bowen who were so lost in each other they hadn’t noticed anything going on. You hurried back to Ben and Ted to try to keep the peace.

“Ah, no need to ask after you,” Ted responded, “I know who ya are. And we ain’t mates.”

“You’re shaggin’ this old man now, Y/N? Best you could do after me?”

You rolled your eyes, expecting Ted to shake his head and walk away but you were surprised when he sat his beer down and shook his hands out before putting them back in his pockets, the vein in his forehead flexing again. You’d never seen him so agitated. You picked up Ted’s beer, and pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and into your own, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. It seemed you were getting through to him because he looked at you and this time his small smile seemed genuine.

He turned to follow you, his hand firmly in yours but then Ben pressed a rough hand into his shoulder. “I bet she’s blowing your fuckin’ mind, isn’t she mate? Does she do that thing with her tongue? She’s always been such a little sl—”

Ben was cut off by Ted’s fist hitting the side of his chin, and he went down, hard. Ted had pulled himself from your grasp in order to hit him and now he stood over him, chest heaving with rage, the bar silent around you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped and Beard was near you in an instant, pulling you away in case things escalated, but Ben just sat up and didn’t move to continue the fight. Ted grabbed him by the collar of his shirt anyway. “You didn’t deserve her, ya hear me,” Ted said quietly.

“It’s okay Ted, s’alright,” you called to him, and Beard tugged him away, giving Mae an apologetic wave and hustling all of you outside. As soon as the cold air hit, Ted turned remorseful.

“Ah jeez, I’m sorry,” Ted said looking down at his feet as he walked next to Beard, you and Ms. Bowen behind.

“Don’t need to apologize to me,” Beard grunted. “But I also don’t think you and Y/N are much of a 'misunderstanding'. We’ve been friends for many years and I’ve made many enemies, and I’ve never seen ya like that.”

“Well, Beardo, you can defend yourself…”

“Sure. Rupert’s still unpunched though. He just got a game of darts.”

Ted chuckled and Beard patted him on the back reaching for Ms. Bowen’s hand to lead her away from the pub. “Just talk to her.”

You walked up behind Ted, looping your arm through his as Beard and Ms. Bowen disappeared into the night, having heard none of their quiet conversation. The two of you started walking towards Ted’s in silent agreement and quiet contemplation.

Ted stopped outside of his apartment, “You’re welcome to come up, but I understand if you, ah, need some space. I’m so sorry, Y/N, that was… I should have controlled myself better.”

“That was probably the best thing anyone has ever done for me. And incredibly hot,” you slipped in the last part quickly and Ted smiled as he turned to meet your eye.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” you responded. “Makes me wonder how else you might…lose control.” You trailed a bold finger down the buttons of Ted’s shirt and watched as he blushed.

“Well in that case,” Ted inclined his head up towards his apartment and you nodded. “I’ll do anything for my girl.”

You grinned at that, and hooked a finger in between the buttons of Ted’s shirt, stopping him before he could walk up the stairs and pressing your lips to his, trying to impart everything you felt for him. He met you eagerly, a gentle hand to your jaw to tilt your face and properly slot your lips together. You pulled away just enough to make your way safely up the stairs and not embarrass yourselves in front of Ms. Shipley.

The heat cooled a little when the two of you made it in the apartment, the gravity of the shift in your relationship really settling over you. But you smiled and so did he as the two of you sat on the couch, barely a breath of space between you.

“I know this is going to sound crazy because Ben and I broke up a year ago, but god, that felt like closure. I feel like I owe you, Ted.”

Ted took your hand in his and you met his gaze, surprised at the amount of emotion you saw there, “I love you for free, Y/N.”

“I love you for free. Ted.”

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bumblesimagines · 5 months

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do you want to hear what really happened?

you already missed your chance.

i've loved you since the day we met.

Mencia Blanco

do you want to hear what really happened?

you already missed your chance.

i've loved you since the day we met.

pronouns: they/them, gender neutral

You had hoped that after a couple minutes of being ignored, whoever had continuously rang your doorbell would've gotten the hint. You kept your face buried into the silky pillow, praying and hoping whichever asshole standing at your door left soon. But when another three minutes passed and the doorbell continued ringing throughout the house, you groaned and rolled out of bed, taking a glance at the clock on your nightstand that read 3:00 AM in bright neon green.

"Are you serious?" You hissed quietly into the dark room, snatching your phone off the nightstand and turning it on. No new messages from any of your friends bold enough to try awakening you at such an ungodly hour. Unless one of their phones had died, you couldn't fathom who else would show up at your door with a persistent attitude.

On second thought, you knew exactly who. And it just so happened her number had been blocked for nearly two months. You automatically took in a deep breath at just the mere thought of your trainwreck of an ex. Pretty little Mencia Blanco, daughter of the insufferable principal and sister to the equally insufferable twins. The start of a headache began licking at your temple and you groaned, pushing yourself forward and flickering the light on.

Making your way through the hall and down the stairs, you found yourself relieved your parents had gone away on a trip. Otherwise, it'd be hell to explain why a strange girl they barely knew was at their doorstep like a stray begging to be let in. You could only imagine what your mother would say as you neared the front door and unlocked it, tossing it open and confirming your assumptions.

Mencia stood before you with a duffle bag secured in her hand. Her dark makeup smudged around her eyes and her lips had been twisted into an exhausted pout. Tear streaks stained her cheeks and you could already hear the explanation she'd give you. Another fight with Benjamin or another spat with her siblings, likely both. Always the same repetitive tale that she never seemed to escape despite her numerous attempts. She stared at you, big brown eyes filled with longing and sadness, and took a small step forward.

"Can we talk?"

"About?" It was too damn early for this.

"Us." She answered simply and softly, her brows lowering and light red-tinted lips rubbing together. You stared at her and debated turning her away or calling one of her siblings. But Mencia would only resume her assault on the doorbell and you doubted either one of the twins would even pick up your call. You exhaled through your nose and tilted your body to allow her inside. She smiled and headed in, resting her duffle bag beside the couch and taking a peek at the living room she'd only briefly seen once.

"You couldn't have chosen a better time to run away?" You asked, closing the door and turning the clock. Mencia laughed lightly and rubbed at her cheek, trying to clean away the subtle black lines from the wet mascara. She hadn't changed in the slightest since the breakup. She still remained the chaotic hot mess who silently wished to be taken seriously. Then again, none of the Blanco family were put together. Benjamin appeared more like a boss than a father, even when he put on his best fatherly act. The poised Ari seemed one shot away from a mental breakdown and often acted like a mother rather than a sister. And the attention-seeking Patrick only knew how to self-destruct and bring everyone down with him. They'd been entertaining to watch from a distance until you got sucked into their drama.

"I would've gone to a hotel but..." She trailed off and toyed with one of her rings, strands of chestnut brown hair sweeping over her face as she peered down at her boots. "Benjamin locked me out of my cards."

"Rebeka lives up the street. Go stay with her, or did you fuck that up too?" The bitter words slipped out faster than you could process them. Mencia winced and sighed, her arms and shoulders slumping. She made no move to deny it and you took in another deep breath, trying to keep the tired annoyance from slipping out again.

"I do want to talk about us... about what happened. I... I hurt you, I know that. But, I've loved you since the day we met. I fell in love when you stood up to Benjamin, I fell for you more when I saw how you treated your friends like they were family. I loved you when you agreed to a date and I still love you. I fucked up. I... I let what Patrick said about me that night get to me and- and I believed him when he said you'd leave me-"

"I doubt Patrick told you to cheat on me with Rebeka." You sighed. "You already missed your chance, Mencia. You had two months to grow some balls and talk to me at school but you chose to act as if I didn't exist. Rebeka herself apologized for what happened and yet, the actual chick that fucked up couldn't."

"I was planning on it at the drive-in last week but you disappeared! I went to your car but you weren't there and Cayetana had no idea where you'd gone." Mencia's voice grew louder and she grunted softly, lifting her hands to her face and massaging her temples. You stared at her, unable to shove away the memory of what had occurred at the drive-in. It almost amused you, in fact.

"Do you want to hear what really happened at the drive-in?" You couldn't help but ask, and she dropped her arms to her sides. She nodded limply, completely and uttering unaware of the words about to tumble right out of your mouth. "I got into an argument with Samuel and Isadora made an offer 'cause she was pissed at Phillipe. We hooked up in her limo and then again at her place. That's why you couldn't find me and that's why I'm not giving you a second chance, Mencia. Even if she's a bitch and believes Phillipe's innocent... I think I'm starting to like her."

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melt.

pairing: mission impossible x child!reader angst 2 fluff summary: two bad men kill your parents, so you’ve been stalking them ever since. one day, a team of people kill the bad men and take you to their base. that’s basically it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the rubble of an abandoned and run down building, two men with guns have a hostage in the seat between them. It squirms around like a worm. I can see it, I can watch it all unfold and do nothing, or I can intervene. I’m a wuss, so obviously I sit still and quiet like a statue. My breaths are balancing carefully.

The men don’t see me. The men are bad. I remember watching them before, killing my parents and leaving me to rot and die slowly and hungrily. That is why I watch, to study their patterns and then get the sweetest revenge. I know I said I was a wuss, but I’m working on it, okay?

Concrete surrounds me like a cage, but I cannot move or else I will be noticed and shot down immediately. One man begins to shout. “Where are they? I thought they would be here with the money by now!” The other man listens, processes, and squabbles back, “Alright, who do you think I am, Sherlock Holmes? How should I know where these dudes are? I’m just as upset as you are!”

They continue on about this for a long time. A long, long time. Every word that slips out of their mouths is laced with anger, frustration, and maybe even a bit of rage too. These dudes are ugly, though. Unshaven beards, messy hair, and they smell like sweat. Apparently, they’re holding this dude named Micheal hostage, and they’ve called the FBI or something to come and collect him for money. Like, a lot of money. Like, a billion dollars, a lot of money.

Honestly, I dunno who this Micheal guy is, and no offense to him, but he’s probably not worth a billion dollars.

As they squabble, the door opens slowly, softly, quietly, and three (I think) people step into the room. One of the bad men takes notice, cocks his gun and points. “Take another step and you get turned into a cherry slush.” In an instant, the room is silent and unmoving as if it had frozen solid.

Poor Micheal has suffered through so much. I see his fingers are skinless and raw, stripped down to muscle almost, due to his attempts at escape. Not to mention his breaths are uneven, a telltale sign of indescribable fear. His head bobbles slowly through the stillness.

Probably, he is shaking and scared. I’ve been shaky and scared many times. I’ve been like him before. I wish I could say I haven’t.

These men, these terrible men, took away everything from me. Everything, from my food to my family to the bed I slept on, taken away just like that. Like wind had blown below me and carried everything that was mine far, far away. Smells, tastes, experiences come rushing back to me like a waterfall, and it’s almost sickening. My mind is overflowing and I think I’m starting to cry. But I can’t, because that is wuss behavior, and I am not a wuss anymore. At least, I’ll try not to be. While I think, I remember to watch. And now, I can see the fight. Apparently, I’d gotten so caught up on thinking I’d missed the entire fact that there was a WHOLE DAMN FIGHT going on right in front of me. A man in all black beats up bad man number one, throwing him to the floor and causing him to spit up violet red blood. Another dude in just a suit just stepped on bad man number two’s frickin face and CRUNCHED IT? Dear lord. Ew. There’s blood every where, and even more is splurting out because mystery dude in all black keeps beating the crap out of bad man number one, no breaks and no breaths taken. Eventually, bad man number one’s ribs break and he dies or whatever, leaving a girl to take the shroud off Micheal’s head and lead him out of the room after cautiously inspecting him for any serious injuries. Black-wearing mystery dude tells other mystery dude “D’you think we should check to see if there are any more hostages here? These sssickos could be keeping millions in here for all we know.” He slurred his words lazily, exhausted from the amount of hard work he had gone through just then. “Sickos?” The other mystery dude replied. “Is that what you call kidnappers and mass-murderers? Jesus, Ethan, call them what they are for once.” As the two search behind boxes and rubble, I realize my head has been throbbing the entire time. My vision begins to blur and my eyes start closing. This can't be happening. Although I try to fight it, the drowsiness begins to wash over me like the waves at the beach wash over sand. Before I completely pass out, I see blurry figures move rubble out of the way to discover my limp, curled up body sprawled on the hard floor in absolute agony.

Waking up, I feel the floor shift and rumble below me. As I turn my head to look down, my forehead begins to sting so badly I want to cry. “Hey, no, no, don’t move your head a lot. It’s a bit messed up right now,” I hear a familiar voice speak softly to me. Just then, a warm, gloved hand slides under my chin and pulls my face up. Upon feeling the warmth and seeing the man’s face, I melt. It’s the same man in all black who’d crunched bad man number one’s ribs. Oddly enough, I get some strange sense of comfort that sizzled as if it were bacon on a frying pan. It runs throughout my veins and creates a system my life almost relies on. It feels like a warm hug, nice soup, a fluffy blanket, all those things oozing into each crevice of my mind. I try not to look at people in the eyes, though, because it makes me uncomfortable. “My name is Ethan Hunt, but you can just call me Ethan. I promise you’ll be alright, because you’re under the care of the best.” He winks at me, attempting to lighten the mood. “Is everything alright back there?” A deep voice called from the front of the car. “We’re good, Luther. They just woke up.” Again, Ethan turns to me with the softest expression ever, and yet again I melt.

So apparently, there’s this whole government agency or whatever going on called IMF, or Impossible Mission Force. These dudes who rescued me, Ethan, Benji, Ilsa, and Luther, are all apart of this agency and had been sent on a mission to take down the bad dudes and save the hostage. So, on the way to their safe-house or whatever, I had to tell them my tragic anime backstory. Unfortunately, they are concerned about my mental health. I hate it when that happens. Sure my parents were brutally mauled right in front of my poor, young eyes and I was left to die in an empty, cold house, but that isn’t necessarily bad, right? I’ll get over it. On the bumpy ride, I figured out I only melted when I looked at Ethan, which was weird and yet understandable. He gives me a very protective dad kind of vibe. Everyone else I’m not so sure about. All of the rest, I believe, have hints of poison covered by the masks of their smiles. It’s not that they are rude or evil, I’m just not sure about them.

Now that we’re in the base, Ethan holds his hand out to me. Slowly, my fingers wrap around his and I sigh, knowing I shouldn’t trust a stranger like this. But he’s the only thing I have. I miss being held in caring arms, tucked in a warm embrace. Instead, all thats left for me is the feeling of hunger. Hunger for the love of another person. As he leads down a hallway, Ethan reminds me to keep my head straight. My shoes pad softly against the floor below, not making a sound. I guess that’s why the team nicknamed me “Ghost,” because I’m usually so quiet nobody hears me at all. That’s what a year of spying on evil men who’d shoot you at once if they heard you speak, breathe, or make any noise in the slightest does to you.

We make a turn to the left, stepping into a room neatly decorated in mostly white. The bed, which has light grey covers, is carefully made. A nightstand sits right next to it with a Himalayan salt lamp placed on top. The walls are decorated in plain ivory tapestry and wooden shelves with knickknacks lining them. A bean bag chair, the color of a perfect night sky, laid idly in a corner of the room next to a bookshelf filled with lengthy and sophisticated-looking books. At least, lengthier than what I usually read anyways. The decor was immaculate, and I slowly began to realize this room was for me. “Okay, this is our guest room. You can stay here, make yourself at home. Take off your backpack and put it down somewhere. I’ll be out here, looking up your records and telling my agency about your arrival.“

When he closes the door, leaving me inside the room, I remember my backpack. I always keep a backpack with me, containing medical supplies, art supplies, and small rations of food and water. That’s just how it is when you’re traveling everywhere alongside two dudes who don’t know you still exist. My hands reach to my shoulders, pulling off the sleeves of my backpack from my back. Placing it down on the floor next to the nightstand, I remember how little sleep I’d gotten in the past week. Deciding to go to sleep, I crawl weakly into the bed and immediately drift into the sweetness of near unconciousness.

Cold hands wrap around my sides. I feel it and yelp out. My eyes shoot open as small beads of sweat begin to form on my temples. In front of me, I see Benji, holding his hands out in confusion. “Sorry, Ghost! I- uhm- we were starting to watch a movie and then- uhm- Ethan told me to come get you and take you to the living room where we were so that he could make sure you were okay. I didn’t mean to disturb you!” He apologizes profusely and I just stare at him with a nervous expression. “Well, maybe, you’d like to join us for the movie…?” I weigh the options in my mind. I could get some more sleep in this comfy bed, which would be pretty nice honestly, or I could watch a movie with a man who I think might be a new dad to me, which was also nice. Maybe I should spend time with Ethan and the team, I might be here for a while. Plus, it might get that weird feeling of mine out of the way. The one that makes me feel like Ilsa, Benji, and Luther are all untrustworthy liars. So, I nod my approval and begin to get up. “No! Ethan said that he didn’t want you messing up your head walking there, but since it doesn’t seem like I’ll be close to picking you up any time soon, I’m just gonna go get Ethan.” Benji began trotting out of the room, again leaving me alone in an awkward, impatient silence. Ethan is the only touch I feel comfortable with currently, since I am beginning to know it so well. My brain starts drifting off into sleep mode when suddenly Ethan walks into my room. “C‘mon sleepyhead, up you get!” He whispers softly. I felt my body being lifted into the air and then a sudden warmth being pressed against my side. The entire world started to shift as everything blows past me. Before I knew it, (probably because I started to doze off) I was on the couch facing a wide TV. Ethan was sat down next to me, patting my head and smiling. He turns to the movie, which movie I do not know, partly due to the fact I am so, so tired. Slowly, slowly, I realize I kind of just want to sleep. Against most of my better judgement, I curl up against Ethan, my head beginning to nestle into his stomach. The amount of joy I feel rivals all of my survival instincts, but then everything was starting to sluggishly melt away like pouring honey. “Goodnight, guys,” I thought to myself as the world around me faded into black.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ haha this took me so long??? anyways tysm anon for requesting this it was super fun to write! hope u like it!

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