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holllandtrash · 11 months

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6 to 1 lando and Charles finding each other after Charles took the grid penalty, awkwardly talking with y/n in the middle

bro this ended up being so much longer than i thought but i hope its okay also its not edited i just wrote it at work LOL

"Don't," you told Lando, hand going to his chest the second he stepped out of the car. His attention had already gone towards the entrance of the garage, but you were hoping your touch would remind him there were more important things at stake here.

"He ruined my lap!" Lando exclaimed after he pulled his helmet off."

"And now the FIA is investigating it so whatever you want to say, save it."

Lando didn't know that part. How could he when he had been in the car this whole time? Whereas you saw the incident when it occurred, Charles unintentionally getting in the way of Lando's flying lap. You understood why Lando was pissed, he had a right to be, but you both knew how important Monaco was for Charles.

He clenched his jaw, taking one more look at the pit lane, knowing Charles was somewhere down there. You trailed your hand upwards, pulling his face back to yours.

"Just go do media and if you're still angry after-"

"I'm not angry it's just annoying, is all," Lando scoffed. He pulled his face out of your grasp and you told yourself his actions weren't personal, he was just in a mood.

You could have let it go, had he not muttered one last thing under his breath.

"...thinks he can get away with this shit because he's from here, he's not the prince of motorsport-"

"Hey!" You snapped, your stare narrowing into an icy glare. Even a few McLaren mechanics turned to look at you with curiosity as you were never one to raise your voice at Lando, especially during a race weekend.

Lando's features only tightened more, it was clear he wasn't about to retract his statement, even if it was said in haste.

These types of moments during the races were rare. Usually, Lando and Charles got on pretty well. They respected each other and you split your time evenly between their garages. This weekend was the only time they argued over which garage you'd be in. In the end they agreed that Lando would have you for practices and Qualifying, but it was only right you were supporting Charles in the Ferrari garage at his home race.

Not like either of them asked for your opinion.

But this stupid tunnel incident was not one you had prepared for. In fact, you, along with many other people, were convinced that Lando wasn't going to get a lap in during Q3 after his brush with the barrier last session. His mechanics were magicians, apparently, and he managed to get out for a flying lap.

You texted Carlos' cousin when you heard about what happened in the tunnel, wanting to know if Ferrari was about to go up in flames. All he responses with was Xavi didn't tell Charles to move. The investigation notification came a minute later.

So yes, while Charles fucked up Lando's lap time, it wasn't his fault. And now there was a chance he was going to have to pay the price for it. The last thing you needed was your boyfriend making things worse.

Lando stood there, waiting for you to say something, waiting for you to tell him that you were on Charles' side but you just shook your head, warning him with your stare alone.

"Save. It." You repeated.

And then you left, knowing that Charles would appreciate your support much more than Lando would right now. You hung out in the Ferrari garage with Carlos for a bit when he returned from media before someone told you that Charles was chatting with Fred back in the motorhome, a closed door meeting presumably.

Clips of Lando's post-quali interview was circulating on twitter and you rolled his eyes at his suggestion to disqualify Charles. It was a joke, a painful one with maybe an ounce of truth behind it, but a joke nonetheless.

Which was a good sign. Maybe Lando had cooled off a bit. He must have if he was able to flash a faint smile for the cameras. You had seen the interviews after horrid sessions and this was not that.

An hour went by and still no one had heard anything. The two hour mark came and went and the only text you got was from Lando telling you he swiped some cheesecake from the hospitality lounge for you.

And then at the third hour, Charles stepped out of the office and came walking down the steps of the motorhome. The lines in his forehead and his lips pressed together tightly said it all.

"Three places," Charles sighed, he dropped to the couch across from you. At this point, most of the team had cleared out but you and Carlos had stayed. Charles dropped his elbows to his knees as his face fell to his hands. "Trois putains de lieux," Three fucking places.

"I'm so sorry," you said, because what else could you say? This was his home race and he qualified third. He still had a fighting chance being so close to the front but now it was ripped away.

"I just want to go home," Charles shook his head.

"Do you want me to call maman? I'm sure she's already made dinner-"

"Have you talked to Lando?" Charles cut you off, head snapping up.

Even Carlos looked at you. He too was curious, but didn't think to ask, assuming that it was probably the wrong time.

"Not since he got out of the car."

"He'll probably be celebrating in a minute," he muttered, staring past you and out the window towards the paddock. At the same time, your phone got the notification of F1's statement. Charles Leclerc takes 3-Place Grid Penalty.

"Your penalty doesn't help him at all," this was a thin line you walked on, playing devils advocate. "He's pissed yeah, but he's still stuck starting from tenth. And now you're starting sixth, no one wins."

"Max will," Carlos whispered, and then glanced between you and Charles, snapping his mouth shut. "I mean, he probably will. We all knew this."

Charles chose to ignore that comment, standing up and patting his teammate on the shoulder as he walked past, "Good luck tomorrow Carlos. I'm sure they'll give you the fighting chance strategy."

There was nothing you could do except follow him out in the paddock. He didn't want advice, he didn't want a pep talk, he wanted to go home and be angry about this because this situation had fallen so far out of his control.

The paddock had emptied for the most part at this point, a few stragglers here and there, but most drivers had gone into their debriefs and strategy planning meetings.

Most, not all.

Because just up ahead you spotted Lando walking in the same direction towards the gates. Charles shot you a look, silently telling you not to say anything or get his attention and you nodded, not wanting to stir the pot any more.

Lando probably would have just gone to his car and driven back to his flat.

But you both watched as he raised his phone up to his ear and it was only seconds later when the phone in your hand started ringing. You didn't need to look at the screen to know Lando was trying to get a hold of you.

Hearing your ringtone, Lando stopped walking and turned around. Eyes darting back and forth between you and Charles as you both approached him.

You stood between them, you had to. You didn't know if they were blaming the other or if they were going to fight or if Lando was still angry or what. There were too many variables and for everyones sake, you made sure to stand between them.

Lando shrugged sympathetically, but his words were anything but, "You don't slow down in the tunnel, mate. Everyone knows this."

"I didn't know you were behind me," Charles retorted, keeping the tone respectful.

"There are mirrors on the car."

"But not headlights."

"You don't slow down in the tunnel," Lando repeated with a sigh.

You could hear it in his voice, Lando did feel bad for Charles after seeing the harsh penalty, but he still had a right to hold a bit of a grudge.

Charles nodded, "I am sorry, Lando."

Shocked, you stared up at your brother, wondering if you had in fact heard him correctly. Charles was apologizing? For something he had no control over? Something that screwed him over?

Even Lando was susprised to hear it, taking a second for himself before responding.

"Yeah I'm sorry too," Lando nodded, reaching forward and patting the driver on the arm. "Three places is harsh."

"They should have fined the team," Charles shrugged.

"It's the Monaco curse, I guess."

You slapped the back of your hand against Lando's abdomen and even Charles rolled his eyes, hearing nothing but curse this and curse that, especially from Arthur who was now convinced it was in fact real.

"Curse or not, we both have our work cut out for us tomorrow," Charles said and the three of you started off walking again, still with you in the middle.

You stayed quiet as the drivers talked amongst yourselves but when Lando reached for your hand you looked up at him and smiled. You could breathe a little easier tonight knowing they wouldn't hold this incident against each other.

You approached Charles' Ferrari first and he unlocked the doors, nodding his head at Lando, "Are you coming to dinner?"

Lando looked at you, unsure how to answer because this was the first he had heard about dinner, "I don't-"

"You didn't invite him?" Charles asked you, brows pinched together. Every year, you spent the evening after qualifying at your maman's place for a good luck dinner, even if good luck never followed. Charles was still intent on going tonight, and was surprised to hear you didn't extend the invitation to Lando.

"I didn't know I could," you answered honestly.

"Come for dinner," Charles told Lando, no longer phrasing it as a question. He reached for the handle of the drivers side door and then pointed a finger at the Brit, "But don't even think about mentioning the curse."

You leaned into Lando's side as Charles said he'd see you in a bit and you waited until he drove off before your tilting your face upwards.

"Thank you," you said to him.

Lando kissed the top of your head, "What for?"

For saving whatever bullshit comment he really wanted to make. For not starting a fight in the middle of the paddock. For putting his own annoyances aside and seeing Charles as someone was also struggling.

"Just, thank you," you repeated. Because truthfully, there were a lot of reasons. Too many to list.

But most importantly, you were thankful to not be forced into choosing a side.

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yanxidarlings · 4 months

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"they say the wizarding elite aims to have heirs within a few years of each other, so that when they begin attending hogwarts, they can form a gang, a clique, whatever it is, to represent the prosperity of the pureblood circle, to uphold the values of the sacred twenty eight" "didn't nott's grandfather write that list?" "no- well, yes, his father did. but the idea of the wizarding elite predates it. the slytherins have had their heads stuck up their arses since 990 a.d — salazar slytherin himself is who we have to thank for the glorification of pure blood — and so centuries of inbreeding has led to what we now know as the slytherin elite" "so it's like the wizarding nobility then?" "not.. exactly. it used to be, many family's from the sacred twenty eight used to hold very real titles and power, but when the magical government became centralised in the 1700's, they were given hereditary seats on the wizengamont to keep them happy, but the power they once held slowly faded — that was around the time when the concept of slytherin gangs began" "merlins beard, they've been at this for nearly three hundred years? haven't they run out of purebloods to inbreed with yet" "some have, that's why you don't see any gaunts, beowulf's or volants in the group-" "if i'm being honest, they all look like the same stuck up gits, you absolutely positive some pureblood lady didn't just pop out fifteen of them at once" "there's only nine, malfoy and zabini are pretty distinguishable from the others, but you do have a point, i'd bet my left leg they're all at least fifth cousins" "how do you know so much" "i read you know, and people watch" "a'right then, which one is which" "why do you want to know so much? that's... caster rosier, best avoid him, apparently by the third year he had dated all of slytherin house" "you're kidding, right" "and then he moved on to hufflepuff and ravenclaw, but i suppose that's what happens when rita skeeter raises you" "rita skeeter? poor bloke" "and he does nothing but gossip, we once had to work together for a potions project and i mentioned that i had a cough and he started a rumour that i had mono" "i take that back, stuff him" "and he's supposed to be one of the nice ones. the one sitting next to him, pollux black, is the biggest prick i've ever had the displeasure of meeting, bumped into him once on my way to herbology, the bloody bastard has had it out for me ever since, calls me every foul word you could imagine, told me i was better off dead, i think i'm the reason he's started bullying you as well" "i thought i was getting bullied by one of the riddles" "you probably are — if he hits, it's mattheo riddle, if he snitchs, it's draco malfoy, if he's rude, it's pollux black, if he ignores, it's blaise zabini, and if he smokes, it's theodore nott. berkshire, greengrass and rosier are the 'nice ones', by slytherin standards" "which is the one with the punchable face?" "eulalio greengrass" "i was paired with astoria greengrass in transfiguration the other day, and messed up the spell, which cost us the grade, you know what he did when she went crying to him? broke my fucking wand" "i thought you said you stepped on it-" "he threatened to have me kicked out of hogwarts if i told anybody!" "that's just how those people are, think they're above everyone else because of their blood status and house. i think berkshire is the only one with redeemable qualities" "which one is that" "are you faceblind-"

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vickyyoon · 6 months

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Paring - best friend hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre : smut, fluff

Warnings : heart melting amount of fluff and very very soft sex.

Synopsis : your best friend always had feelings for you but you never came to know that especially when you found yourself so little next to him.

You were slouched on the couch with your best friend hyunjin's head on your shoulder as you watch a movie that was apparently " super popular and amazing".

Soon you guys got bored and decided to catch up on somethings you guys missed out when he was visiting his grandma.

You ranted and ranted on and on to him about how you were just so single and it burned your skin watching couples. Your family always made you feel left out because of that.

" they always go on group dates with my cousins, relatives, siblings and others. I could be there with them right now but Is it because I'm ugly? Am I not good enough? Why do I have to be single! " you were about to explode in anger.

"like this time again? That's so rude honestly. I mean they're your family" he watched you rant on and on smiling and finding it cute.

" they don't even call me! They just leave me all alone! How hurt could I even be? Why is everyone taken!?" you cry.

You looked like you were about to tear up. And he gave you a comforting hug. You had rare friends that comfort you like him. You always wondered how he was so patient listening to you for hours.

" I find your stories interesting and funny. That's why I like you." making you happy and feel a bit better.

You go to the kitchen and bring out a bucket of ice cream you keep for yourself especially on these days. He watched you shove your mouth and rant on and on... again.

It was entertaining until you brought up a boy. " You remember Lee know? Well I always liked him but he's been so distant I swear I can't reach him. I feel like being with him for the rest of my life but he's always so much better than me and it makes me feel so small" you pout.

" at this rate I'll be single forever. I wish I could get close to him. If school ends how will I ever be with him?!" you were tearing up from that thought.

His face changed too he wasn't smiling like before, he looked a bit hurt. He couldn't even hear you when his mind flood with thoughts.

Such a pretty girl, what a pity she isnt taken. And if you would be his he would be the happiest person in the entire world. He remembered when he was in that same loop hole.

Waking up drenched in sweat with the thought of you being with someone else. He worked so hard just to be your friend. He worked even harder just to be your best friend and now his mind only ached with those memories of how hard he tried.

He liked you since first grade. You were the apple of his eye, A sweet melody played on his mind when he thinks about you. In fact whenever he sees you, he only finds good memories. Like the beautiful scenery of a field of colorful flowers or a dawn where the sun's ray of light hit the waves of the sea on a misty blue morning.

You were his only reason to live. You were his only purpose to find life because he was lost before he found a reason to live.

Today his heart ached to hear such a thing from you. Tears threatened to leave his eyes but he knew very well how much it swells in your heart to not have the person you want close to you because he's been though all of that.

You could tell something was wrong. " H-hyunjin? Is there something wrong?" he shook his head smiling at you.

"No it's just that minho is taken, didn't you know that?" he couldnt believe but he's lying now.

" wah-what? But no one told me!" to add feul to the fire he lies even more. "it seems like they're in deep love too. He said he's planning to propose to her after graduation.I'm surprised you didn't know That" hyunjin said.

"wah-what no! Why? Wh-why is this happening to me?" you were breaking down and he came closer to you and gave you a comforting hug that you cried onto his shoulders in seconds.

" If you're really looking for someone..." he pauses. " you have me. I'm ready to be yours. I've always liked you." you froze in your place.

He pulls out from the hug. He stares at you who was speechless. You know you've always liked him but you always knew that he was never going to be yours especially when he's just your best friend who always looks out for you. You could never loose him so you always pushed that tight far far away so much so you found yourself looking for others to keep yourself distracted.

"I-I'm really sorry if you don't think of me like that." he stumbles over his words ready to leave.

"wait." you grab his wrist sitting him down. "what do you mean you've always liked me?" and he stared at you before telling you how he's spent half of his life just chasing you.

It was the first day of 1st grade that his eyes landed on you. From then he liked you. That feeling grew much bigger by each grade.

" if you remember that field trip in 7th grade where we went to a huge mountain. I only stared at you looking at the mist and fog near the railing of the huge mountain. You looked liked my lost happiness." and from then he chased after you even harder,

Shifting his body, mind, behavior and likings just to be perfect for you.

You just stare at him only wondering how this popular hot boy only ran after you when he was surrounded by pretty people.

"it wasn't just your looks, your smile reminded me of my first time star gazing with my mom. I could remember that moment only when I saw you smile." you flushed.

" it started with just you but then I fell harder for your personality, behavior and kindness. How could you exist? How could a person like you even exist? I only knew I needed you."

This was when he became your best friend. "it didn't mean anything if it meant changing myself for you. I would happily do that to be a better person. Maybe I don't know my real self because I changed for you but I'm happy like this."

You were crying again. You only needed to hug him. " if only you be mine, my soul will rest in peace." he said kissing your forehead and you nod your head in his chest.

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Somewhere in between those tears you two were turning hot and burned from the inside, searching for that one feeling of relief.

Before you knew it, you two were making out. You were on top of him while sat still. Eating each other hungrily.

Out of some intense climax you started grinding on his hard bulge hinting him what you were craving.

You took off your hoodie and your little top, then your pants, underwear and bra. You guys stripped every piece of clothing off of each other.

You could only admire his physique just wondering why you didn't ask him out earlier. This all could have been yours.

He was shaking pulling down his boxers. He came towards you with his hard pink red cock leaking pre cum. It was big.

You were resting your head on the armrest of the couch. He lifts your legs to your chest. Staring at your wet cunt.

He picked up your wet slick and stuck a finger inside. Making you whine at the feeling. He admired your sweaty red flushed face.

He licks your wet cunt, the texture of his tongue shivered you.

You didn't know if the feeling was because of the sensitivity of your first time or the feeling of being fucked by hyunjin made you this mess.

You were whining and whining until he started to pump into you. Lewd moans escaped your mouth.

You were grinding on his fingers. " Pl-please. I just fuck me already." just waiting for him to fit inside you.

Without another word he sticks his cock in you giving you a stretch you think youll never find this good. Before you knew it he was slowly thrusting in you.

" that feels good. I always knew your walls you'd feel good but never thought it would feel as this good." he moaned.

Shit...this wasn't him fucking you. It was him making love to you

His wet lips draped over your entire body. Covering you with marks and wet kisses. Touching everything single soft parts discovering you and your favorite parts.

The feeling was tingling. Even though his thrusts were slow and agonizing, the feeling made you blush harder with every thrust. Just the thought of him in you, and how much he wanted you. You finally felt wanted.

" Y/n I've rejected every single girl I my life, hoping I'd have you one day." he claimed. " and you're not ugly, it was me who warned all the boys off."

Though the confession hurt you, you liked how he did so much just to get to you. " only if you asked me out earlier, I wouldnt have to do this." those words spun in your head.

You realize how he's been hinting you all along but you've never thought of it like that.

" oh please! Mmh- just please go faster." a tear slips down your face.

This pace picks up a bit faster. The feeling has your walls wrapped around him.

" baby please loosen up, I might not last any longer if you keep up like this." he moans his face flushing aswell.

His face is buried in the crotch of your neck and you can feel his burning hot cheeks and sweat. His breathe was shaky and warm.

With every thrust you felt bubbling up, so much closer and closer to your first orgasm.

And him kissing and caressing your face did not help. The thrusts got sloppier and sloppier till it only made wet sounds.

" ahh I-Im close." you chocked on a moan, he moved even faster. Til both of you came together.

Both a panting, shaking mess. The feeling was euphoric, you wanted this every single day. Forget about Lee know.

" now are you still single?" he asked laying beside you looking at you stare at the ceiling.

"then will you be my boyfriend and be only mine?" you chuckled but looking back at him the question was his life. His eyes were teary.

" ye-yes! Ofcourse" he said. And you can see the sparks in his eyes. He really wanted you, and he really needed you. He looked like he won in his life.

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therealcocoshady · 2 months

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Recovery - Chapter 23

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em gets a little jealous when Y/N catches the attention of a new beat maker he works with.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff, Smut (P in V, oral)

Y/N’s POV

Telling Talia the truth about your relationship with Marshall definitely made your life easier. As it was to be expected, she told Jamal, but the two of them actually promised to keep it a secret from everyone else. You spent a lot of your time at Marshall’s but, on occasions, he would spend the night at your place too, and the four of you would hang out. You would spend as much time as possible with your boyfriend, even though the two of you were drowning in work, you with uni, him at the studio. However, you made it work. You spent every night together, except for one night a week. He usually had his family over for brunch on Sundays, so he would sleep alone at his place on Saturday night. The rest of the time, though, you had a little routine. Whether it was at his place or yours, both of you left stuff at each other’s house. By usual relationship standards, it was moving pretty fast, but it felt right for the two of you. After all, before even getting together, you were hanging out all the time so it wasn’t like you were just getting to know each other.

At that point, you had been together for about two months and your relationship was still a secret. Everyone at the studio had really enjoyed meeting Josh at Talia’s birthday dinner and they seemed disappointed when you announced that the two had broken up, a couple of weeks afterwards. Obviously, they didn’t know the reason why and you were officially single. One of the drawbacks of no one knowing that you were spoken for is that they tried to get you to date and set you up with some people they knew. You tried to tell them that you weren’t really looking for a relationship, but they didn’t seem to care too much. It had sort of become a running joke in your household.

Come on, Talia said during dinner, Royce’s cousin is pretty hot. If you’d been single, you should totally have gone to dinner with him !

Well I’m not single, you giggled. I feel bad for Royce and Porter though. It’s the third time they are trying to set me up with someone and I end up refusing all the time. I hope they don't take it personally !

Especially when they come up with such fine choices, she replied. The men they want to set you up with are total snacks !!!

Yeah, they’re pretty attractive, you agreed.

I’m right here, Marshall said with a chuckle. Do you remember me ? You know, your boyfriend ???

Feeling threatened, Em ? Jamal asked with a grin.

Not at all, Marshall replied sternly.

Not that we’d blame you, Em, Talia said playfully. I mean, that basketball was like half your age and twice your height ? Not to mention that he was buff…

Remind me why we’re eating with them and not at my place, babe ? He asked you with a faux-exasperated face.

Because we want to spend time with Y/N ! Talia shrieked. You’re basically stealing our bestie, Em.

I’m not stealing her, he said as he rolled his eyes.

After dinner, the two of you were cuddling on your bed, watching a movie and talking about outfits for an appearance Marshall was supposed to make on some documentary.

You can’t have me wear the Saint Laurent jacket all the time, he chuckled. People are going to think I only have one outfit.

But you look so good in it, you said. Plus, it really shows off your muscles. Like, your broad shoulders and everything…

Not enough, apparently, he muttered under his breath.

What ? You asked.

Nothing, he sighed before getting up.

Suddenly, he seemed a little bothered. You paused the movie and looked at him. He was standing in front of your mirror, inspecting himself, looking displeased at what he saw. You got up and hugged him from behind.

You look handsome, you whispered in his back.

I don’t, he groaned. I look like one of the seven dwarves.

You don’t, you giggled. What’s up with you ? Are you stressed out about this documentary ?

Not really, he said. I mean, I couldn’t care less.

What is it then ? You asked as you ran your hands on his stomach.

Don’t do that, he grumbled before removing your hands.

You looked at him, not really understanding. One minute you were cuddling and the next he didn’t seem to want you touching him. Plus, his snapping was sort of unusual. You sat on the bed and patted the mattress so that he would sit next to you.

Want to talk about it ? You asked softly.

Do you agree with Talia ? He asked.

About what ?

About those guys. he said. Do you think they’re better than me ?

You stared at him in disbelief. To you, it seemed like a stupid question. Of course they weren’t better than him.

You know she was just kidding, right ? You asked.

Yeah but… Are they ? He asked.

Of course not, you said. Why would you even worry about that ?

I think it’s pretty obvious why, he sighed. Just… forget it alright ?

He groaned again and got undressed. You thought he’d stay in his boxers, as he usually did when you went to bed, but he put on sweatpants he had left in your room a while ago and a tee-shirt, as well as a hoodie. He got under the covers while you stared at him.

What ? He asked in an annoyed tone. Why are you staring at me like that ?

Nothing, you said timidly. Are you… cold ? I can adjust the room’s temperature if you want.

I’m good, he said. Let’s go to bed, ok ? I have a big day tomorrow.

Sure, you said in a sad voice. Good night.

You quickly got into Marshall’s discarded tee-shirt, using it as a nightgown and got into bed. After turning the lights off, you got into your usual position, expecting him to cuddle with you as he always did, but he didn’t. It made you a little sad, although you knew it probably wasn’t a big deal. You were spending almost every night together and he was entitled to some distance if he wanted. This was your first night without cuddling and, without being overly dramatic, it felt like the end of an era. Even though the temperature of the room was perfectly fine, it felt cold. You grabbed a hoodie of his and put it on. When you got back in bed, he had turned and you could only see his back.

I love you, you whispered shyly.

Love you too, he mumbled.

You didn’t sleep too well that night. You ended up tossing and turning a lot, wondering what was on his mind and what you could do to make it better and if you were the one to blame. You hated that kind of mood. Back when you were with Simon, he would often be grumpy over small stuff and give you the silent treatment. This had led to you second-guessing everything and overthinking every time someone’s mood changed. Your heart sank a little as you fell asleep.

Fortunately, in the morning, Marshall’s mood seemed to have improved. You woke up to him kissing your forehead.

Hey you, you whispered in a sleepy voice.

Hey, you little hoodie thief, he chuckled.

Slept well ? You asked.

Yeah, I needed that, he said with a smile. Mind giving that hoodie back ? I have to get ready for the day.

There’s another of your hoodies in the closet.

I want this one, he chuckled.

It’s going to reek of me, you pointed out.

Maybe that’s what I want, he chuckled. I’m going to miss you today.

I’m going to miss you too, you said with a pout. How about we both blow off work and sleep in ?

I’d love to but I can’t, he chuckled. We’re having a session with a beatmaker I’m really excited to work with. Why don’t you come by after uni ? You’d really like his work.

Sure, you said.

He seemed genuinely excited and it made you happy. He often smiled, but his happiness radiated even more when it came to music, the thing he was born to do. You loved that he shared that with you. Of course, you cherished the moments when it was just the two of you, because it allowed for more intimacy, but you just loved watching him work.

When you were done with your day, you joined everyone at the studio. They had just finished recording a track with Chris, the beatmaker Marshall had told you about. Apparently, he had reached out through Porter and everyone on the team seemed to really like his stuff. You greeted everyone and they played the track for you. You immediately understood what all the fuss was about : Chris was insanely talented. What he did was different, but also in line with the vibe Marshall had chosen for the album. You complimented him and he ended up playing some of his beats for you while the others took a break. You also talked for a bit. The two of you were roughly the same age, making you the youngest in the room, and you had a lot of common cultural references, seeing as his mother was french. You even talked about french rap music and joked around. He seemed to take a liking towards you but you didn’t pay much attention to it. You were spoken for anyway. Plus, he was clearly the type to flirt with anyone and everyone so you knew it was nothing special here. When they got back to work, you watched them and you couldn’t take your eyes off Marshall. However, the session ran long. Not that it bothered you too much. You always enjoyed hanging out at the studio, getting a preview of what they were working on. Plus, Chris kept on joking with you, either in English or French. Whenever they couldn’t understand, the others threw a side-eye at you, so you tried to stick to English. When the session came to an end, Chris came to see you.

So, what did you think ? He asked.

I love your beats, you said earnestly. You’re super talented and I just can’t believe that you started a few months ago.

I have collabs with a bunch of other people, he said. They won’t be released for a few weeks, but maybe I can get your e-mail and send them to you ?

I’d like that, you said with a smile.

And then, maybe you can tell me what you think about them over dinner, a movie, that sort of stuff ? He added with a wink.

You were a bit taken aback. You quickly glanced at the others in the room. Porter and Royce were excited, Jamal was staring sternly and Marshall’s eyed seemed to have turned a shade darker. He was pursing his lips.

I’m sorry, you said, I’m not interested in dating right now.

Can’t blame me for trying, he said with a smile before kissing your hand.

He took a piece of paper and wrote his number on it before giving it to you.

I really enjoyed meeting you, Y/N. Maybe you can give me a call when you change your mind about dating ?

You blushed a little and mumbled before he left. His confidence was a bit unsettling. As soon as he was gone, Royce and Porter started groaning.

What was wrong with this one ? Royce asked as he crossed his arms.

Nothing, you said. I just said I’m not interested in dating.

Will you guys just stop pushing people on her ? Jamal asked with a frown. I don’t need a thousand suitors coming to my house trying to woo her.

Hey we didn’t plan for this one, Porter chuckled. But I think there’s something wrong with you, Y/N. This one was attractive, funny, french and more talented than any of us were at his age.

Told you, I’m not looking for anything right now, you said.

Well when that changes, you might want to give this one a call, though, Royce said. That’s the kind of guy you should be with.

You shook your head and changed the conversation subject, going back to music. After everyone left, you got in Marshall’s car to go to his place. You were happy to finally be alone with him. Plus, it was a Friday night, meaning that the two would be able to spend the next morning lounging in bed. As soon as he got into the car, you grabbed his hand but he pushed it away angrily.

Care to explain why you were flirting with that jackass right in front of me, Y/N ?!

What ?! You asked defensively.

Oh, please. “Oh my God, you’re so talented. I can’t believe you just started a few months ago”, he said, imitating your voice and vocalizing fake french words. You were practically riding his dick !!!

I was complimenting him ! I also complimented you when we first met, if you recall, you pointed out sternly.

He literally asked you out ! Marshall blurted.

And I said no ! Why are you making a big deal out of it ? I like his beats, so what ? I like a lot of stuff.

Yeah, you like him, he scoffed.

I don’t even know him, you said. You like his work as much as I do, so what’s the big deal ?

Yeah well I don’t think I’m going to use these beats anymore, he groaned.

You looked at him and let out an involuntary laugh.

He hit on me so you’re not going to work with him ? You asked in disbelief.

Well I don’t want to work with anyone who wants to fuck my girlfriend, he said. It’s a matter of respect.

Marshall… He doesn’t even know I’m your girlfriend, you said softly. Everyone thinks I’m single.

Well maybe that’s the fucking problem ! He screamed.

You stared at him in confusion. You took a deep breath and tried to keep your composure, even though you were startled by his outburst of anger.

I’m lost here, you said. Walk me through it, because it doesn’t make much sense…

You’re not here all the time. You don’t hear everyone commenting on how cute and sweet you are. On how they love you and anyone would be lucky to date you because you’re a goddamn catch. And how “That’s too bad for that dude Josh, he seemed great”. You don’t see everyone looking at you because you’re the brightest person in every room you enter. I do.

He took a deep breath and avoided your gaze.

And I know it makes sense to keep it on the low, right now, he added. We agreed to it and shit but then, I see you with that dude who is like half my age and talented as fuck and I’m like… It gets to me. That’s it. You heard Royce. That’s the kind of dude you should be with.

You smiled shyly and took his hand that was balled in a fist. You kissed his knuckles and caressed his cheek as he closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

So you’re… insecure ? You asked softly.

If you want to call it that, yeah, he admitted with a groan.

You really shouldn’t be, you said. You are the brightest person in every room, my love. Especially when you’re in the studio. You’re great and everyone reveres you. Same goes for me. I only have eyes for you and every time I hang out here, I am amazed at how great and talented you are. And yes, I complimented that guy, because he is talented. But his talent and his beats, they make you shine even more because you are the one putting them to good use. You’re the one writing incredible lyrics and rapping them. No one does it like you.

You think ? He asked.

Of course, you said with a smile. And as for me practically riding his dick, don’t you dare say that to me again. Because yours is the only one I want to ride and I will prove it to you right now if I have to.

He let out a laugh and kissed you.

I’m sorry for losing my temper, baby, he said gently. And I’d love to take you on that offer but we’re in a public parking lot.

Then let’s drive to your place and I’ll get on my knees to show you how much I appreciate you, you offered with a devilish grin.

He laughed, kissed you again and wasted no time before starting the car. During the short drive to his place, you strategically placed your hand on his thigh, tracing circles on it, gently teasing him. When you got to his house, as soon as the front door was closed, you immediately jumped on him and removed his jacket and tee-shirt. Now that the two of you were alone, there was no reason why you should keep your hands off each other. You shoved him against the wall and immediately dropped to your knees. You undid his pants, letting his cock spring free and began licking the head. He closed his eyes and let you work your magic. You stroked him as you licked, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. His fingers were in your hair, slightly pulling and encouraging you.

I’m not going to last long, he warned.

You shrugged to show it didn’t really matter to you. All you wanted was to pleasure him and for him to enjoy the moment. But he stopped you and made you get up.

What are you… ? You began asking.

I want to be inside of you, baby.

He quickly undressed you and pinned you against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He immediately picked up a fast pace, wasting no time. He was thrusting into you harder than ever, kissing you sloppily.

Say you’re mine, he whispered in your ear.

Of course I am, you chuckled softly.

Say it. I want to hear it.

I’m… Yours, you said as he slammed into you. Yours only, Marshall.

Right when you thought it wasn’t possible, he thrusted into you harder and made you come, taking the both of you to climax. You came at the same time and ended up panting on the floor. You were both sweaty, dripping messes, but as far as you were concerned, you were too stunned and exhausted to move. Your eyes were closed and you felt Marshall’s fingers stroking your cheeks.

You’re a goddess, he said before kissing your forehead.

You simply hummed in response. You were so tired you could fall asleep right then and there.

Up, he said. Let’s shower.

Bath ? You tried to negotiate. I don’t feel like standing up.

Bath it is, princess, he said as he picked you up and carried you.

I’m going to be so sore, you complained with a small laugh.

Good, he said with a hint of pride. That’ll remind you of me. Of who you belong to.

Territorial much ? You teased.

He didn’t bother responding. He drew a bath and you settled in his arms and between his legs as he looked at you intensely before starting to wash your back.

You don’t need to worry about anyone else, you said softly. There’s only you. You are the only one I want to be with. The only one I want to sleep with.

I know, he said as he interlocked his fingers with yours. But…

He stopped and sighed.

What’s wrong, my love ?

You don’t have to agree, and I know it’s early but… What if we went public ? Like, not “public” public, obviously, but… People we know ? He asked.

You took a second before responding. You were a little stunned that he even suggested that. Plus, you didn’t feel ready, as you were scared that it might change the group dynamic. You didn’t want to suddenly become “Em’s girl”.

I don’t know, you said. Do you think it would make you feel better ?

I guess, he said. But you know, it’s not just a territorial thing. I mean, I want to claim you as mine so that the guys stop suggesting that you date and that these other dudes know that they should back off, don’t get me wrong but… Being with you feels natural. Pretending I’m not feels like lying.

I’m not ready for people to know about us, you said.

Are you ashamed of me ? He asked bluntly, his behavior suddenly changing.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. The idea that you might be ashamed of him seemed preposterous to you. He was the hottest man you knew, the wet dream of millions of people around the world, insanely smart and talented. If anything, you thought he might be the one ashamed of being with someone as bland as you.

Ashamed of you ? Why would I be ashamed of you, Marsh ?

You tell me, he groaned.

That’s stupid, you said as you shook your head.

Now I’m stupid ? Great, he said before getting up and leaving you alone in the bathtub.

Marshall, don’t…, you began to say, but he left and went to his bedroom.

You groaned as you got up as well, your body still sore from your earlier exertions. You grabbed a robe and joined him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel wrapped around his waist, looking pissed off.

What’s with you, lately ? You asked.

Nothing.

Clearly, there’s something, you said. Yesterday, you got distant out of the blue, then you acted jealous before claiming me as yours and now you think I’m ashamed of you ? Where is all that coming from ? You asked calmly.

I never thought a girl would be reluctant to tell anyone she’s dating me, he said.

So, that’s ego, you pointed out.

No, it’s not fucking ego ! If it was, I could easily get anyone else and it would be a done deal, he said as he rolled his eyes.

Way to make me feel good and convince me to go public with you, you said sarcastically.

He looked at you and sighed before taking your hand.

I didn’t mean it like that, he said apologetically. All I’m saying is… I don’t understand why you want to hide our relationship, he said. I thought it was going great.

It is going great, you said softly.

So what is it ? He asked. Is it because I’m old ? Because of how I look ? What makes you so ashamed of me ?

You looked at him in disbelief. He seemed sad and genuinely thought you were ashamed of him. It broke your heart.

I don’t think fifty qualifies as old, Marshall, you said.

Fifty-one, he bitterly corrected.

You could be ten years younger or older, it wouldn’t matter to me, you know ? You said. And it's not how you look either. You look great. I mean… Have you seen yourself in a mirror ?

I have, that’s the problem, he groaned. I’ve also seen the last two guys you dated and the men Royce and Porter keep on trying to set you up with. I know I’m not your type.

Of course, you’re my type, you said softly.

Come on, have you seen them ? They’re all at least 6”5, most of them are super buff…

Yeah, well, I have dated tall men, you shrugged. But you’re muscular too.

I’m not tall, he sighed. And I haven’t worked out too much lately. I think I’ve put on a few, actually…, he added as he touched his stomach.

Marshall, I’m 4”9, you chuckled. You might not be as tall as other guys I have dated, but you’re still a freaking giant to me ! And I like your body the way it is. It’s freaking perfect. You might not hit the gym as much as you used to, but with all the time you spend fucking me in those weird positions, I think you work out just as much, if not more…

True, he chuckled. But I don’t know, Talia said…

Talia was just teasing you, you said softly. You know how she is. She loves being mean to you.

She’s a fucking bully, he said.

But she’s like that because she likes you, you said.

I know, it’s just… I’m a bit sensitive about that, I guess ? He shrugged. Like, I’m aware that you have a lot of options. And that some of them are literally half my age.

Ok, you said calmly. I think we should address this because it seems like you’re obsessing over it, at this point. What’s up with your age ? You seem to make a big deal out of it. You have always pointed out our age difference, but it seems to bother you more, these days.

Royce made a joke the other day, he admitted. Or a… comment. I don’t know.

What did he say ?

That if I wasn’t too old for you, maybe I would have had a chance to put you in my bed, he said.

Well joke’s on him, you chuckled. Because we’re in bed together almost every night. And I love your age.

You love my age ? He asked in disbelief.

Well, I do love that you are experienced, you said with a wink. You’re the best sex I’ve ever had. Like, no one makes me come like you. And I had never even squirted before you.

Really ?

Yes, you giggled. And, the sex thing aside, I like the fact that you’re more mature than guys my age. So you don’t have to worry : I am not ashamed of you or anything. If we were the same age, we wouldn’t even be together.

What do you mean ?

Well, if I had met you twenty years ago, I would probably have thought you were an asshole, from what I gathered, you explained. And right now, I wouldn’t be as attractive. I’d be… older. You men age like fine wine but what you see of me right now is my prime.

The asshole thing is true, he chuckled. But I’m not fucking DiCaprio, you know ? I’m not only into girls who are in their twenties. And for the record, you’d be beautiful at any age. I’ll still love you when you’re 51. I’ll be an old man by then and you will have put me in a retirement home, but I’ll still be crazy about you.

You swooned at how sweet it was that he thought about loving you almost twenty-five years from now. It implied that things were serious between the two of you and that he thought your relationship might be going somewhere. You sat on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing him softly.

I love you, he said.

I love you too, you whispered. I’m so happy and proud to be your girlfriend.

You are ? He mused.

Of course, you giggled.

So… Can I ask why you don’t want people to know about us ? He asked carefully.

I just don’t want people to get the wrong idea, you admitted.

What idea ?

That I’m dating you because you’re this famous rapper. I like the Eminem, talented dude part for sure. But I’m not dating him. I’m dating Marshall Mathers. I’m with you because you are the most caring, funny, nice and good-looking man I know. I’m more interested in your comic book collection than your career anyway. And I don’t want people to see me as just your girlfriend. I like being their friend too, you know ?

I see, he said. That makes sense, actually.

He kissed your cheek and played with your hair.

Sorry for being a dick, he apologized.

It’s fine, you said. There’s something else, too…

Mmmh ?

People knowing about us would include your family, right ? You asked.

Well… yeah, he said. I guess I hadn’t really thought about that. But yeah, I guess.

Now you might be the one ashamed of me, you giggled.

Not at all, he said reassuringly. You’re right, it might be too early for that. But I am in love with you and I’m serious about us. So, at some point, I’d like to tell them about you.

Aren’t you scared of what they will think ? You asked nervously.

Not really, he said. They will love you. You have no idea how long they have been pestering me about dating, so you’re probably going to come across as some sort of savior.

They won’t think it’s weird ? You asked.

I don’t think so, he said. I haven’t really thought about that, I guess. I never thought I’d want to introduce anyone to my family anyway, you know ? But I know that they’re going to like you. You already get along with Hailie and I know that Lainey and Stevie will love you. But we’ll see how it goes when you meet them as my friend anyway.

You really want us to meet ? You asked in shock, suddenly nervous.

Chill, he chuckled. It’s not going to be any sort of proper introduction or anything like that. But they usually come and watch football games with me, either here or at the stadium. There’s always a bunch of friends too. So I might invite you, Talia and Jamal. What do you think ?

As long as I don’t have to wear stupid Lions apparel, you chuckled.

You don’t get to disrespect my team under my roof, he said with a faux frown.

It’s not the team, it’s the outfit, you corrected with a smile. I don’t even understand the rules anyway.

Now I’m ashamed of you, he joked.

You chuckled and kissed him.

Be ashamed of me all you want, but I’m starting to get cold and I want my bath, you said as you got up. Care to join ?

Sure, he replied with a smile. I’ll explain the rules to you, once again.

No, you begged - fully knowing that he could be unstoppable when it came to talking about football.

Come on, it’s easy, he began.

I didn’t ask for it, you said sheepishly.

But you just said you don’t know the rules of football, he said.

Doesn’t mean I care, you giggled. I swear, if you start talking about football, I will rap some Benzino.

Do that under my roof and you’re dead, woman, he said before tickling you.

You tried to push him away but he was too strong for you. He pushed you onto the bed and buried his face in your neck, gently nipping at the sweet spot he knew you had. You couldn’t control your moans as he started sucking on it and untying your robe, exploring your body with his hands. You were sore but clearly ready for another round. After some sweet love making, you got back to the bathroom to draw another bath - the water being too cold now and saw your reflection in the mirror. You let out a gasp. Your neck was full of hickies. Marshall arrived behind you with a shit-eating grin.

I’m going to kill you, you sighed.

What ? Just because we’re not going public doesn’t mean I’m letting people think you’re single, he chuckled.

They're going to think I’m dating a freak, you commented as you inspected the hickies and figured out they’d be hard to hide.

I should have done that earlier, he said with a smile. Now maybe Royce and Porter will stop.

If I have to walk around like this, I’m going to start leaving hickies too, you threatened.

Don’t you dare, he chuckled. My kids are going to freak out if they see that.

You owe me, then, you said sternly.

Anything you want, princess, he said lovingly.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 4 months

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AITA for continuing to call my boy cousin a nickname that my aunt considers a girls name?

My cousins name is Nicolas. He’s a few months old and because I live in the same neighbourhood I’ve been visiting and helping to take care of him a lot. I’ve started calling him „Nicky“ as a nickname. (Haha „Nick“name)

Recently my aunt heard that and told me not to use that name anymore. She said that I should use a different nickname like Nico or Nick because Nicky apparently is a girls name.

Now she’s usually not really that strict with gender norms and stuff which is why I’m very confused about it. Like the kids middle name is gender neutral and actually more often used for girls here, and my other aunt gave up some old baby clothes of her daughter so he’s often dressed in pink and flowers and stuff like that.

But even if that wasn’t the case, I literally never even heard of a girl called Nicky. It can’t be a very common girls name especially we’re we live so the chance that someone could hear it and then be like shocked that I’m talking about a boy is pretty small I think. Not saying there’s no girls called Nicky or that no Nicole ever called herself that but I really don’t get the concern.

My aunt says she doesn’t want him to be confused with a girl, but in that case I think the pink butterfly T-shirt and pants makes people more prone to assume he’s a girl then me calling him Nicky. Also he’s a baby. I don’t think he cares.

I haven’t stopped calling him Nicky and I don’t think I will unless my aunt comes up with a better reason to stop or my cousin starts talking and says he doesn’t like the name. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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lovelyspring7 · 2 years

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A Piece Of Cake | KTH x Reader

Summary: It’s your little sister’s birthday and you’ve been asked to pick up the cake at the local bakery, not knowing that the little interaction with the cute baker would have such a huge impact on your life forever.

Work count: 2k

Genre: Yandere, angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, jealousy, obsession, poison, mental breakdowns, panic attacks, abusive & neglectful parents, family issues, non consensual touching.

Disclaimer: This type of content is not suitable for all audiences and I do not condone any of the presented behaviours. This is purely for entertainment and fictional purposes and I don’t think any BTS member would act like this.

Authors note: it’s my first fanfic and I literally wrote it while I was sleep deprived. But I’d love some feedback so that I can improve! That being said, enjoy!💕😊

Read part 2 here

I crouched down to pick up one of the many gifts my parents had gotten for my little sister Jia. It was her birthday this weekend and she wanted to celebrate it with all our cousins. Our parents think it’s sweet that she wants to celebrate her 7th birthday with the rest of the family. Truth is, she just wanted more gifts and attention.

“Hey, be careful with those!” My mother yelled as she got out of the car.

“Sorry…” I mumbled, carrying the gifts into the house. That’s where the party will be held, my father and Jia will be here in a few hours. I don’t know how it’ll be a surprise since she’s the one that suggested it. But my parents didn’t ask twice and arranged it the same week.

“Okay so we got all the gifts she wanted, the princess decorations… and everyone will be here by six,” She said, reading the list on her phone. “Oh, and I need you to pick up the cake for Jia.”

“The cake? I told you that I have to finish my essay after helping with the decorations.” I reminded her.

“Sweetheart, are you jealous?”

“What? No, I just really need to-“

“Sweetie, it's your sister's birthday, so can you stop being selfish for once in your life?” She scolded.

“Now now, stop being difficult and be here before six. I need to make sure none of the staff steals anything like last time” she said, harshly whispering in the last part.

“Yes, mother.” I simply said.

“Good, now hurry up and remember- hey! no no no, the flowers are supposed to be all red roses!” She yelled, walking towards the staff, creating once again chaos.

It wasn't a secret my parents favorited Jia more than me. I wasn’t supposed to be born and before they could get an abortion, my grandparents insisted that they got married and started a life together. Things weren’t easy since I’ve always felt like my parents neglected me, they say it’s because they were too busy. Apparently so busy that they forget to even say “Happy birthday” on my birthdays.

With Jia, they got to start all over again. They got a second chance to actually be a parent. And as much as I dislike my parents, I don’t hate Jia. It’s not her fault we got shitty parents, well, I got shitty parents.

I stopped to look at the sign that said “Cakey Bakey”, cringing at the very generic name I walked in, the old bell clock made a tingling sound and the fresh, sweet, warm smell of different varieties of pastries hit my face.

“Hey, how can I help you, pretty?” A guy in his twenties asked with the warmest smile I’ve ever seen. His hands rested at the counter, leaning forward as he wore a blue and white striped apron.

Ignoring the nickname, “Oh um, I’m here to pick up a cake.” I nervously said, staring at his name tag, “Taehyung” I thought to myself, I almost said it out loud.

“Aren’t you a bit too old for princesses?” He smiled, turning to the silver fringe behind him. I'm assuming the cake is in there. “It’s for my sister Jia,” you slowly said, looking down at your shoes.

“I know, I was just trying to make you laugh. I can’t let you go out of this bakery with a frown on your face, what would people think.” He said grinning as he packages the cake in a white box.

“I’m sorry for cringing at the name of this place, but Cakey Bakey?” I said anxiously, “the name is just so-”

“Ridiculous, cheesy, silly?“ he laughed, “I know, I mean I get Cake House or Bake Love. But Cakey Bakey?” He laughed once again loudly.

Not being able to control myself, I burst out laughing. I agree it is a stupid name. I haven’t been able to laugh for a long time now, but soon enough I feel hot tears stream down my face. I quickly squeezed my eyelids shut, hoping that the tears would stop.

“Hey hey, are you okay sweetheart?” He worried, trying to meet your eyes.

“I’m fine, just don’t call me that please.” I sobbed, avoiding his gaze as I rapidly took the cake and ran out humiliated.

Just great, I lost control of my emotions and embarrassed myself. I’ve never been out of control before and almost always kept my emotions in check.

“Here’s the cake mother,” I said placing the cake on the counter, tired and worn out from the incident before.

“What took you so long?! Seriously, do you hate your sister that much and want to ruin her party too?” She said snatching the cake from the counter and placing it on a cake stand.

I couldn’t care anymore, I didn’t care that the staff was near the kitchen, I didn’t care that the guests would be here in a few hours. I tried to bite my tongue but the taste of blood only made me see red.

“No mother, I don't hate Jia.” I started, “I hate you and my father. All you guys ever do is mistreat me, criticize me, and shame me. I don’t ask for much, heck I never do. I know you love Jia more than me but you don’t have to rub it in my face and purposely mistreat me!” I yelled, angry tears forming in my eyes. Wow, I’ve been holding that one for a while.

“Gosh I knew we shouldn’t have adopted you” she blankly said, letting out a sigh.

“What?”

“You heard me. Your so-called father and I couldn’t have children. We suffered multiple miscarriages so we decided to adopt you. Everyone was disgusted that we had adopted an orphan, so really Jia, your father, and I suffered the most.” She stated, believing every word she said.

“I… excuse me” I rushed out dumbfounded. It all made sense now, why she was so determined to make Jias birthday party the best party ever. It was so she could show off their biological daughter and win back the respect of family and friends. Showing off their perfect biological daughter that they were always supposed to have from the start.

I got into my car that I had managed to buy with the money from multiple part-time jobs throughout high school. I wanted to drive somewhere, anywhere, but I didn’t know where. Parking in an abandoned parking lot, all I could do was sit in my car and cry out all the tears that I’d kept for years. I just felt so lonely.

Taehyung’s POV

I couldn’t believe what just had happened, this poor girl that was in front of me a second ago just couldn’t stop crying. I just had to make sure she was okay. I quickly close the bakery, knowing that I wouldn’t be fired because I’m the best baker they could ask for.

I followed her car and parked a few blocks away so that she wouldn’t see me. Standing outside her house I see staff stressing about some decorations. I easily walked into the house without being noticed as someone who doesn’t belong there. As I roam around looking for her, I hear a loud voice.

I walked closer to the sound that was coming from what appeared to be the kitchen.

“I know you love Jia more than me but you don’t have to rub it in my face and purposely mistreat me!” I heard her yell, the built-up pain in her voice. My poor girl. I had this urge to come out of hiding and hold her, making sure that everything was gonna be okay as I comfortly kiss her.

By the end of it, listening to that damn woman made my blood boil, how can she be so self-centered and negligent, disgusting.

My sweet girl must’ve felt so lonely, no one to care for her, no one to love her. My heart began racing as my breathing got deeper, I stood there against the wall, with my fists clenched by my sides. I couldn’t help but to feel sorry for her. I barley knew her, but seeing her like this would be the very last time.

Hours had passed, and I had cried so much that I just felt so numb. I had been staring at the scented car refresher dangling from the front view mirror for half an hour now. I was too tired to notice who was standing behind the car refresher until they knocked on the window, holding groceries. Damnit, if I saw him earlier I would’ve ducked. Saved the embarrassment from earlier you know.

Rolling down the front door glass. “You stalk people now?” I joked trying not to show that I was upset, but my puffy face said otherwise.

“Funny,” he smiled. “I came by to make sure that you’re okay.” He continued.

That being said, I opened the car door for him. He got in, sat down and observed me. Looking at me weirdly. The same way my- Jia's parents look at her.

“I’m fine thanks for asking,” I said looking down at my hands, almost whispering.

“Earlier when you ran out I had followed you- to make sure no harm was done to you!” He quickly corrected himself.

Already feeling uncomfortable, I slowly try to stay calm. Trying to not show him signs of me being unsettled. No one has ever cared enough to check up on me, even friends in high school. The only times they had reached out was when they needed help with assignments, tests or to rant about their lives.

“Yeah no I’m fine” I smiled to reassure him.

“Mhm, listen I heard everything between you and that woman,” what he said caught my breath.

“It’s none of your business,” I said rapidly. There was a long pause before he spoke up, instead, he just took out a piece of cake with a single candle on it. Seeing my confused expression, he lights the candle “I assumed you never celebrated your birthday?“ Feeling embarrassed that he was right, I could only nod.

“There you go, care to blow it out?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and excitedly waiting for me. Getting closer to the cake, I softly blow. Happy birthday to me I think. I watch him take a fork out from the bag, picking cake and bringing the fork closer to my mouth. Not eating for almost a whole day, I gladly ate the slice of cake as he fed me the whole time.

“Thank you, Taehyung. For, for not judging me, and for not making me feel worse than I already feel.” I smiled, genuinely.

“Of course, I will always be there for you. Matter of fact, from now on I’ll be the only one for you.” He assured me, reaching his hand out to caress my face as he stared into my eyes.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” I panicked trying to get away from his touch but feeling too weak to be able to move at all. The look in his eyes made my heart race, my breathing started getting shorter and shorter.

“I baked a cake for them, actually, similar to the one you ate, the only difference was that yours was baked with love and theirs with aconite,” Taehyung explained, smirking at the thought of what that lethal drug could do to your family.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to help them, I needed to do something. Sure they weren’t the best people but they don’t deserve to die.

“What they had done to my pretty girl” he whispered, tucking my hair behind my hair. “No one will ever hurt you again, I’ll make sure of that. I’ll take care of you, love you and I’ll- princess are you crying? Shh, don’t cry over those people. It’s okay baby” He cooed, wiping my tears away with his thumb.

“Now, I need you to be a good girl and take a nap, can you do that for me, mhm?” He said, softly kissing my torn stained cheek.

I didn’t know what he’d do if I didn’t stop crying, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, and my vision was getting blurry. All I could do for now was to close my eyes and let the darkness swallow me.

“Good girl.”

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queenofmistresses · 10 months

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I want you there

a/n requested by anon! so excited to write all of these requests, I think I’ll keep them in the order of the request on the ask just to help me out lol! Hope you like them!!!!!!!!! Unfortunately I can’t write like I’m it’s based in Ireland- i was raised to talk like i’m middle class even tho we’re poor 😂

I was getting so excited for prom. I had picked my dress, decided how I was doing my hair, and makeup, everything. It was all planned out. It was amazing.

Until James told me that the Doctor Who convention is on the same day. Right when I’d finally plucked up the courage to ask him. What am I meant to do now? I was so excited, even if we were going as friends. It was going to be one of the best nights of my life.

Now, I’m stuck with the guys who asked me. A guy who is an absolute arsehole. Apparently I would rather go with him than alone. I don’t want to go alone. Not after I told Michelle how excited I was about who my date was going to be- avoiding the fact that it’s her cousin.

So here I am. Waiting on the steps in my house. In the dress I spent hours choosing and taking in to fit perfectly. My hair perfect, my make up perfect. And my date barely having spoken to me since he asked me out.

Oh. And he’s late.

Maybe it’s better if he’s late. Maybe it’s better if be doesn’t come at all. Maybe I should take everything off and tell my mum to pretend I’m sick if he does come.

I give up pretty quickly, I never wanted to go with him. I sigh and head up to my room. I stand in my room for a bit, just staring at my reflection in the mirror. I had never felt like I looked nice in anything I wore before. But I went all out. I saved every penny I could so I’d be happy with how I look.

But the more I keep staring at myself, the more I hate how I look. The longer I stand there, the more imperfections I see. I don’t know how long I stay there but before I know it I’m crying. All my friends were out having fun, probably not even noticing that I’m not there. And James is probably having fun at his convention.

I want to take everything off, get into my pyjamas, curl into bed and sleep. Then I can forget about this night completely. I start with my hair, slowly taking the pins out and letting my hair fall down.

Before I get very far I hear a knock on my door. Already frustrated I yell out, “Mum I told you I’m fine. I’m just going to bed and I’ll forget about it.”

“Um- y/n? It’s James.” I hear in response. I quickly scram to wipe my face.

“Hold on! I’m um- changing!” I yell out. When I’ve done the best job I can (which isn’t a very good one to be honest), I open the door and am faced with James. In a suit. And a Doctor Who scarf. With his hair done. Looking so, so handsome.

“James? What are you- why are you- huh?” I splutter out, unable to gather my thoughts.

“Wow. You look amazing. I- wow.” That takes me by surprise. After a moment he shakes his head and realises I’m still waiting for an answer. “Oh! Your mum called, she said your date didn’t show up.”

“Oh. It um really doesn’t matter. I didn’t like him anyway.”

“T-then why do you look like you’ve been crying.” I chuckle at that.

“It doesn’t matter. What about your Doctor Who convention? You were so excited for it.” He shrugs.

“I’ll go to the next one. Do you er, wanna go to prom together?” I almost start crying again at that. He looks so goddamn handsome, I want to mess his hair though.

“I look a mess, you’ll have to give me 10 minutes to fix all this.” I indicate towards my face. He walks towards me, just a few steps, looking almost nervous. “But yes, I’d love to.” He breathes out, smiling. “You can just sit on the bed if you like, and I’ll um try to fix this.”

He nods a little and sits on the bed while I get started on pinning my hair back. I think I can feel him staring at me, one quick glance tells me I’m right. “What?” I laugh, seeing him just watching me.

“You’re just- pretty. I mean you always are but you put a lot of effort into it and you just. You look perfect.” I can’t not blush at that, so I look away and finish off the look.

“Ready?” I ask him. He stands up and holds his hand out for me to take. I slide my hand into his and smile, standing up.

“Let’s go then.”

#james maguire x reader #james maguire #derry girls #x reader fluff #x reader oneshot

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 3 months

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Stuck Between a Jock and a Metalhead

Summary: Nancy, on a whim, decides to visit Steve at Scoops Ahoy, which leads to her overhearing confessions from Steve that leads her to think about the decisions she's made. A few days later, she decides to come back. She finds him being hit on by the town freak. What's a girl to do? Oh, get stuck in a freezer with the both of them.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve - Chapter Thirteen - Chapter Fourteen - Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen - Chapter Eighteen - Chapter Nineteen - Chapter Twenty - Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three - Chapter Twenty-Four - Chapter Twenty-Five - Chapter Twenty-Six

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Once again, they were in the hospital. Nancy sat with Eddie and Robin while the doctors took Steve away to be tended to. Nancy had been looked over as well and been given several shots for the scratches she received. She didn't realize that she had gotten so many on her face until she looked in the bathroom mirror. There was even a bite mark on her neck. The story was that they had been exploring an abandoned cabin out in the woods when bats attacked them, and to explain Steve’s road rashes, they told him that a stray dog had dragged him off, trying to get at the bats. It was a ludicrous story, but they seemed to believe it, and completely Robin's idea.

Wayne and Claudia were busy packing their things, getting ready to leave town. They had dropped Dustin off back at the Wheelers and dropped Lily off to bring Steve’s car to him. Meanwhile, they were all sitting in dazed silence. Well, Robin kept pacing back and forth, twisting her hands as she did so. Nancy realized Robin had a few scratches herself. It was fucked up, this situation of theirs.

"Mayhem's out there somewhere," Nancy mumbled.

"The question is. . . Is she still our Mayhem?" Eddie asked.

"I hope so," Nancy sighed.

Eddie laced his fingers through hers and kissed the back of her hand. It was quiet for a moment until Vickie popped into the room.

"Robin? I thought that was you," Vickie said. "What happened to your face?"

Vickie frowned as she moved forward to cup Robin's face. She stroked the scratches on Robin's face softly with her thumb.

"Oh. We were checking this abandoned cabin, looking for clues like we're Scooby-Doo or something, but all we found were bats," Robin said sucking in a breath. "We're fine, though. I'm fine! Very fine!"

Vickie blushed, realizing what she was doing. She pulled her hand back.

"I was just dropping off my dad's lunch. He forgot it at home," Vickie said.

Shit, was it really already lunchtime? Nancy's stomach rumbled.

"Yeah, right, cause your dad's like a doctor here," Robin said and Vickie smiled in amusement.

"I broke up with my boyfriend," Vickie blurted out, and she scowled. "Apparently, losing my cousin got in the way of his spring break. Me moping around wasn't fun for him. On top of all that, he said that Fast Times doesn't have a plot. Can you believe that? It's completely ridiculous! Plus, I think there's someone else - I mean something else that I have to figure out, and I think that I'm almost there, you know, to figuring it out. Um, anyway, I have to get this to my dad. I'll be seeing you, maybe not here because I don't think I want to see you with any more wounds, you know? Bye!"

Vickie scurried out of there pretty quickly, but not before Nancy caught the sight of her face turning bright red like Robin's was doing right now. Nancy shared a knowing look with Eddie.

"What?" Robin asked.

"Oh, nothing! I'm fine!" Eddie grinned.

"Very fine, in fact," Nancy said.

"Fuck off," Robin said as she plopped down beside them.

It wasn't long before Vickie popped back into the room and looked at Eddie frantically.

"Eddie, do you not know yet?" Vickie asked.

"Know what?" He asked.

"Jason and his friends got out of jail," Vickie said. "I heard from a friend that they're gunning for you."

"Shit! Goddamnit!" Eddie screeched.

"I never believed it. Not for a second," Vickie said. "I always believed you."

Eddie wasn't hearing it, though. He jumped up and started pacing the length of the waiting room. Nancy stood up and placed her hands on Eddie's shoulders.

"Baby, just breathe," Nancy said.

"I've got to run, get out of town. No, that's stupid. They'll just go after you guys. Maybe I can draw them away somehow," Eddie started muttering.

"I'm sorry, Vickie, but do you think you could give us a moment?" Nancy asked.

"Sure," Vickie said softly and turned to leave.

"Hey, Vickie?" Robin asked.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"Anything for you," Vickie said, and Robin grinned brightly as Vickie left.

"Eddie, just breathe, relax. We're going to be prepared if they do come for you," Nancy said and cupped his face. "I will tear them apart with my bare hands before I let them hurt you."

"Yeah, I have no doubt about that," Eddie snorted.

He drew her closer and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Nancy smiled against the kiss as he poured every single emotion into it. She stumbled back until she hit the wall. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers.

"I love you," Nancy said sweetly.

"I love you too," Eddie said. "If you were cold, I'd open up my chest cavity and let you sit inside it."

"Aww," Nancy said.

"Aww?! That's disturbing, Nance!" Robin exclaimed.

"It's a Star Wars reference," Nancy said in amusement.

"Yeah, but still," Robin said.

"How the fuck did they get out of jail?" Eddie asked as he was pulled into Nancy's lap, letting her scratch his stomach.

"Yeah, I have no clue," Nancy said. "I didn't think getting out on bail would happen so quickly."

"Maybe someone's daddy has a judge in their pocket," Robin said and paused. "Hey, Nance, quick question. How are you able to be the big spoon while they're both little spoons?"

"Eddie and Steve alternate. I'm still the main big spoon, but sometimes Eddie's in the middle while Steve’s the little spoon. Sometimes, I wind up in the middle when they have a nightmare," Nancy said.

"So, you're their Nancy bear?" Robin asked and Nancy giggled.

"If you want to put it like that," she replied.

"Are your legs getting tired?" Eddie asked.

"No, I'm comfy," Nancy said and pressed a kiss to his shoulder as she squeezed him.

"Stop being cute! Some of us are still single!" Robin yelled.

"Not for long!" Nancy and Eddie exclaimed.

"Gah! Stop!" Robin exclaimed.

"Anything for you, Robin," Nancy said teasingly.

"Shut up!"

They quickly fell into silence as they waited for Steve to come back. Nancy's stomach growled again. Eddie jumped up from Nancy's lap.

"Lunchtime! I'll go get us some lunch," Eddie said and kissed Nancy's forehead.

He moved to do the same thing to Robin's forehead in a platonic manner before he changed his mind at the last minute. He grinned and licked her forehead. He cackled and quickly ran out of the room, dodging the magazine that Robin threw at him. Nancy giggled. She was pretty sure that they had been siblings in another life. Robin and Eddie were exactly like how she was with Mike.

"I hate him, I swear to God, I hate him," Robin said as she rubbed her forehead.

"No, you don't," Nancy said in amusement.

"As per usual, you're right, Nance," Robin said.

Pretty soon, Eddie returned with food from the cafeteria and passed them out.

"Are we allowed to take the food out of the cafeteria?" Robin asked Eddie.

"You know what? I'm not really sure. No one stopped me," Eddie replied with a shrug.

The hospital food wasn't that great but considering it filled their stomachs, it was better than nothing. Once they were done, Eddie pressed kisses to Nancy's scratches before pulling her into his arms and putting up the reclining chair. Nancy had just drifted off to sleep with Eddie's snores filling her ears when Steve came walking in, wearing a scrub shirt and Eddie's vest.

"Steve?" Nancy asked.

"Hey, baby. I went ahead and signed myself out against their wishes. They did have to stitch me up. They gave me some medicine and some ointments to put on my road rashes," Steve said. "I'm good to go."

"Are you sure?" Nancy asked.

"We should get back to the others. Besides, you know how I feel about doctors," Steve said.

"Well, they're not all bad, Vickie's dad is a doctor," Robin said. "And I totally have a thing about doctors too."

"Yeah, he was the one who tended to me. Great guy," Steve said. "He almost convinced me to stay."

Eddie snorted awake and grinned at the sight of Steve.

"You're back! Are you okay?" he asked, his brown eyes widening in concern.

"Just fine. Let's go," Steve said, slapping Eddie's knee.

"Don't we need your car to get out of here?" Eddie asked.

"Honestly, I kind of just want to get out of the building. We can wait outside for Lily," Steve said. "There are benches outside. Sorry."

Nancy smiled and pressed a hand to his cheek. She understood why Steve was so uncomfortable here, knowing what he went through in Starcourt. . .the torture and the doctor who come along with it. She stood on her tiptoes and pulled him into a deep kiss.

"Of course, let's get the hell out of here," Nancy replied.

They walked out of the hospital, and as soon as they did, Steve breathed a sigh of relief. Nancy pulled him into her arms and held him gently.

"I love you," Steve croaked.

"Talk to me," Nancy said softly.

"Trying not to think about Mayhem being out there somewhere," Steve said.

"Me too," Nancy said.

Eddie sniffled and pulled them both against him. Robin sighed before joining the hug, wiping tears away from her eyes.

"I'm glad you're alive, dingus," Robin sniffled. "You scared the hell out of us. . . I also hope that you somehow get Mayhem back, whatever she is now."

"I love you all," Nancy said.

"Nancy!" Robin gasped. "Hitting on me in front of your boyfriends!"

"You're my sister, you idiot," Nancy said.

"Aw, Nance," Robin said, grinning. "You're my sister, too."

The squeal of tires peeling in front of the hospital startled the group into separating. Her heart practically leaped into her throat when she saw Jason's car instead of Steve’s. When Jason got out of the car, he was holding a gun. Nancy cursed. Their weapons were at her parents' house. The other jocks stepped out, looking menacing but nowhere near as crazy looking as Jason. He held out the gun and pointed it at Nancy.

"You took away my girlfriend, now I'll take away yours," Jason said.

Eddie suddenly lunged in front of Nancy, breathing heavily, his face furious.

"It's me you're after, isn't Carver? So go ahead, kill me. I'm not going to stop you. You're the one with the weapon here," Eddie said as he walked up right to the gun. "And when you kill me and the crazy shit in this town still happens, I hope you realize that you killed an innocent man. An asshole for sure, but a killer? No, and neither are you. You're an abusive piece of shit who gives narcissists a bad name, but I don't think you're a killer. All I ever wanted to was play my game and give other kids a place to belong when society kicked them out for being different. . .for not conforming to their ideas of what people should be like: not a hair out of place. We didn't bother you. We just wanted to be left alone and play our fantasy game in peace. You came after us, hunted us, and tried to step on us like we're ants. In the game, we slayed monsters, and sure, there was magic, but we used it to defeat those monsters. . .to solve puzzles. . . To challenge ourselves. We did it as a team, and as much as we hate to admit it, it's much like your basketball game. Imagine if it was the other way around. If we were the ones hunting you down and killing people like you like you are doing now. . . Do you really think that we would kill a fellow nerd like Fred?"

"Maybe he - he tried to stop you. Maybe Chrissy tried," Jason said, wavering.

"I would never in a million years kill Chrissy. She was the first person, beside my uncle, to look at me like I was a person and not my con man asshole of a father. We were kids, and even though my father constantly caused problems, constantly walked out of my life, I still hoped that he would make an appearance at my talent show. I knew he wouldn't, and she knew he wouldn't, so she made a promise before I went on. She promised to cheer for me. . .this raggedy looking kid with holes in his pants, who felt like he didn't deserve to be treated with kindness. She saw me, though. Not Al Munson, just Eddie. So, would I kill her? No, fucking way. So, do it. Wash away my father's curse. Kill me! KILL ME!"

Eddie got down on his knees and pressed his forehead to the barrel, closing his eyes. Nancy was trembling, frozen to the spot in fear, and she reached out for Steve, holding onto him tightly.

"Do it, Jason, kill that freak," Andy snapped.

There was doubt in his eyes, and his hands shook. Nancy hoped that Jason would come to his senses and make the right choice. Looking at him, it almost seemed like he was fighting something or someone in his head. They never got to know what Jason's choice would be because a moment later, another car pulled up, and it still wasn't Steve’s. Tommy Hagan stepped out of the car as he pulled something out of the backseat. It was a baseball bat.

"Is there a problem here?" Tommy asked, twirling it in his hands.

"Alright, Hagan's come to back us up," Andy grinned.

"Oh. I came as back up but not for you assholes," Tommy said, pointing the bat at Andy. "Drop the guns or I break your fucking leg."

"Gun beats bat, dumbass," Andy replied.

"Baby! Why don't you step out of the car and get into the driver's seat?" Tommy asked.

Nancy's eyes widened as Walter stepped out of the car. He must have been sitting down in all of the pictures that Tommy had sent them because Walter was fucking tall. He glared at the jocks as he passed them and slipped into the driver's seat.

"Now, you tell me which is faster? Your pitiful looking gun or my car?" Tommy asked. "The car definitely has a higher chance of hitting you."

Walter revved the engine as he kept his cold stare on Andy. Another car pulled up to the hospital entrance. This time, it was Steve’s. Lily got out and pointed her gun at the jocks.

"FBI, DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" Lily yelled.

Jason glared at her for a moment, looked doubtfully at Eddie before nodding at the others.

"Let's go!" Jason hollered.

They piled into Jason's car and took off. Nancy, pale faced and nauseated, ran towards Eddie. She pulled him up off the ground.

"I'm okay, I'm okay!" Eddie exclaimed.

Nancy reeled her arm back and slapped him in the face, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

"Asshole! How could you do something so reckless? So stupid!" Nancy sobbed before surging forward and kissing him deeply.

Nancy pulled back to let Steve kiss him as well.

"I can't believe you did that. He could have killed you. You could have fucking died!" Steve said gripping his collar.

"I'm getting mixed signals here," Eddie said. "Are you angry or grateful?"

"Both," they said.

Steve and Nancy wrapped their arms around him, hugging him tightly as they cried.

"I'm just tired, so fucking tired," Nancy sobbed. "I'm sorry you felt like you had to do that."

"He was going to kill you," Eddie sniffled. "I couldn't let that happen."

They pulled away from the hug, wiping their eyes. Robin moved past them to get her own hug with Eddie. Tommy approached the group.

"Tommy, what are you doing here?" Steve asked in surprise.

"Saving your boyfriend's ass, apparently. I told you I was coming down for spring break, and we were freaked out when we heard about the murders then when we couldn't get a hold of you. Finally, someone told us that they spotted you in the hospital," Tommy said. "What the hell is going on, man?"

"There's no time for this, let's get back to the house," Lily said. "Do you trust this man?"

"With my life apparently," Steve smirked and pulled him into a hug. "It's good to see you, man."

"You too. You look like shit, by the way," Tommy laughed.

Nancy smiled as she watched them for a moment before piling into Steve’s car. She knew how much it had meant for Steve for Tommy to come back into his life as the boy he had befriended a long time ago. She had to believe that things that were once bad could be good again, and here there was, further proof that second chances could exist. Her relationship with Steve and Eddie was the first proof that things could change for the better. She just had to keep fighting for it.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 6 months

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It was weird seeing Andromeda again. Sirius remembered her as a giggling teenage girl. Bella, Cissy and her used to only care about parties, makeup and boys. Sirius had found them annoying most of the time. It had been fun to prank them with Reggie.

Andromeda was always Bella’s shadow. She was calm, and shy and never said anything important. Sirius was chaotic and a rebel. They didn't have anything in common.

That was until Andromeda ran away three years ago. It was surprising to Sirius that Andromeda would do something like that. He had expected something from Bella who was scary and strong, or even Cissy with her drama and obsession with her stupid boyfriend. But not from Andromeda.

She left Rodolphus Lestrange on the altar and ran away with a random bloke. Sirius had thought at the time that it was cool. He admired anything that opposed The Black Family. But he didn't understand what it had meant for Andromeda. The sacrifice she had made. Everything she went through.

Andromeda was a mature woman now. She seemed more confident and happy. And she gave Sirius the wise aurea that Alphard used to give him. She was quick in making conversation with Reggie and him. And she looked so comfortable with Ted. But there was sadness in her eyes sometimes. Something like longing.

Ted was a cool lad. Musician, a rock fan. He had a childish spirit that reminded Sirius of James and he was so much open than Andy. And it was clear that he loved her.

It was lovely to see how they looked at each other, how they held hands everytime they sat down.

Ted and Andromeda were also expecting a baby. And the news made them practically glow. Andromeda touched her belly every two seconds. And Ted looked at her with adoration.

They were truly in love. And now Sirius was understanding Andy's decision. He might be in love too.

Alphard's death had got him sentimental. The hypocrisy of the people at his funeral made Sirius sick, so he dragged Regulus to see Andromeda. He has been thinking a lot about her lately.

Andromeda cried when she heard the news about Alphard's death. Apparently nobody had told her about it. She wasn't invited to the funeral of course. But she wasn't resentful with her cousins. Her and Ted were being pretty nice.

"Tea, Anyone?" Andromeda asked as Ted finished telling them a funny story "I bet you are cold and hungry"

"Let me take care of it, love" Ted said as soon as Andromeda stood up. She seemed to be struggling with her big belly. She was 7 months pregnant.

"Don't worry, love" Andromeda smiled at him "Sirius can help me" she winked at him "In the meantime, you can show Regulus your toys downstairs... Did I tell you he is a musician as well?"

"Are you, mate?" Ted asked excitedly.

Regulus cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I used to play the piano"

Reggie used to love playing the piano when he was a kid. Sirius had lessons as well. But he got easily bored. While Regulus had daily practices that irritated Sirius. But he was constant. And he quickly became an expert. Regulus didn't play anymore. Sirius hadn't asked him why.

"That's cool" Ted smiled standing up "I have an electric piano downstairs... I know it's not the same, but you can show me how good you are"

"Oh Reggie is really good" Sirius smiled.

"Didn't he used to compose his own tunes?" Andromeda added.

"Yes"

"Wow, did you?"

Regulus blushed. He hated being the center of attention.

"I wrote some of my band's songs" Ted added "Maybe we can compose something together"

"I am a bit rusted..."

But Ted was already dragging him to his feet.

"Let's go, mate"

Regulus didn't have time to protest because Ted was already dragging him. Sirius smiled at his brother's expression.

Andromeda was already at the kitchen's door.

"Come on, Sirius"

"Yes ma'am" Sirius stood up and walked after her.

******

As Andromeda prepared tea, Sirius was assigned the job of putting the biscuits and sandwiches in a large plate. He was even taking his job seriously, making a colorful pattern.

Sirius and Andromeda were mostly silent as they worked. Sirius only answered a few questions about Hogwarts and teachers and how much things had changed. But there was mostly music that the boys were playing downstairs.

Sirius wanted to ask Andy so many things and he didn't know where to start.

Sirius could feel Andromeda's eyes on him.

"I heard you ran away..." she said, which made Sirius freeze "Something happened this summer?"

"Where did you hear that?"

"Uncle Alphard used to write to me..." Andy sighed "Keeping me updated with things about the family..."

Losing Alphard hurt. But Sirius couldn't make himself cry yet.

"He was worried about you but he couldn't come back from Rome to help you..."

"Did you know about him?" Sirius interrupted "About his parties... And his lovers?"

It had been after Alphard's death that people discovered his secret life. He hadn't told anyone. Not even Sirius.

The slurs and insults people at the funeral were whispering about Alphard for having men lovers, was still ringing through Sirius' ears. He didn't want to be called that as well.

"No, Sirius..." Andromeda answered carefully "I think nobody knew"

Sirius didn't answer. He knew people were connecting the dots. For his close relationship with his Uncle. And what had happened that summer. Sirius didn't know how much Andromeda knew. But based on the way she was looking at him, she suspected something.

Sirius felt embarrassed. Everything he had been doing with Remus. What he felt for him. It was all too embarrassing. Even though no one knew about Remus. Only Regulus. Sirius had felt Regulus' eyes on him the whole time. And that suffocated him enough to ran away from the ceremony.

"Sirius... Are you okay?" Andromeda asked "Do you want to talk about what happened this summer?"

"I am not like him!" Sirius yelled hitting the counter and making all the food lose its order.

Andromeda looked at him with concern.

"What do you mean?"

"I am not gay" Sirius spat.

What he felt for Remus didn't have to define his life. It didn't work that way. Sirius wasn't sure of anything.

"I didn't say you were" Andromeda raised an eyebrow. She sighed, placing a hand on Sirius' shoulder "I was just saying that if you feel like you want to live your life apart from The Family, it is fine. I did the same"

Sirius tried to relax. She was trying to be nice.

"I am The Heir" Sirius whispered.

He acted like he was a rebel that wouldn't hesitate on leaving his responsabilty behind and would give up to his inheritance. But Sirius was actually scared. That summer, he had decided that he didn't want to see his family anymore. But now he was back for Alphard's funeral. And everyone still treated him as The Heir. Someone that would grow up from his immature self and would become in what they wanted. Orion had told him he expected great things from him.

"You don't have to be, Sirius" Andromeda said "Are you coming back to Grimmauld Place?"

Sirius looked at her.

"What?"

"Regulus said it was one of your shows to piss everyone off again and that you eventually will come back"

Sirius snorted with disbelief.

"That tosser said that?" he shook his head angryly.

Andromeda smiled sympathetically.

"Of course, it is your choice at the end of the day" the water boiled and Andromeda took care of that but she continued speaking "When I left with Ted, I was terrified... I wasn't a rebel as you... But eventually I figured out it was the best decision...." Andy served the tea "I would've been miserable marrying Rod and having the life they wanted me to have"

"And you were in love with Ted?" Sirius asked.

"So in love" Andromeda smiled "I have to admit that that love made do crazy things I would've never imagined doing... But it was worthy"

"Yeah..."

Sirius thought of Remus. Would he be able to do that for him?

Andromeda giggled, taking Sirius out of his thoughts.

"Who is she?"

"What?"

"The girl that you've fallen for..."

Sirius felt shivers down his spine.

"How did you..." No. He couldn't finish that sentence.

"Wow... Someone finally won Sirius Black's heart" Andromeda laughed "I bet she is not someone The Black Family would approve, right?"

God... Sirius desperately wanted to share this with Andy. Perhaps he would have done that with Alphard if he was still alive. Andromeda could understand....

"He definitely isn't..." Sirius whispered, giving his attention to the biscuits again.

"Oh!" Andromeda exclaimed "I thought you say you weren't gay?"

She didn't sound disgusted. Like the rest of the family.

"I'm not!" Sirius spat. Andy raised an eyebrow "I don't what I am" he sighed.

Andromeda smiled.

"Oh Sirius..." she hugged him. Sirius was surprised "It's okay... Who is he, then?"

Sirius blushed. But he was more relaxed for Andromeda's good reaction.

"Why do you want to know?"

"I'm curious!" Andromeda shrugged as she laughed "At least tell me his name"

Sirius smiled, still with his cheeks on fire.

"Do you remember Rosie?"

"The girl you used to have a crush on when you were a kid?"

Why did everyone keep saying that?

"I didn't..." Sirius sighed "His name is Remus now"

Remus.... His Moony...

"Oh" Andromeda nodded

"It's called transgender..."

"I know..." Andromeda chuckled "My friend Tammy is trans"

"Oh!" Sirius felt like an idiot. Being raised as a Black didn't precisely taught them those things. Perhaps Andromeda had learned lots of things with Ted.

Andromeda was smiling.

"That's lovely, Sirius" she said "You used to adore each other when you were kids"

Sirius found himself smiling at that thought. Remus and him used to be very close. They spent each minute of the day together. And they talked through walkie talkies at night until they fell asleep. Perhaps he had loved Remus since the first day they met. He just didn't know.

"Do you love him?" Andromeda asked with a smile.

"He makes me really happy" Sirius sighed "I feel so comfortable with him. But at the same time my heart is going to jump of my chest everytime he is around.... I like kissing and hugging him and touching his soft hair. I love the way he knows me like anybody else. I like his fierce but also his calmness. I like the way he puts me in my place when he needs to. I like the way he sees me. I love when he stares like I am the most precious thing but also like I am not just a pretty face. I love how good we are together... I don't know, I've never felt this way about anyone"

There were so much more things to say about Remus. But sometimes these feelings were difficult to explain. Sirius felt so many things. Most of them beautiful but many scary. .

"I am kind of terrified really"

And it was the first time, Sirius had said all of this out loud. He had been trying to fight against his feelings, tried to hide them away and act like it wasn't a big deal.

He didn't know why he had confessed all of this to Andromeda. Maybe because she understood, she felt the same for Ted.

Andromeda smiled "I get it" she said "I used to fight a lot with what I felt for Ted. I knew I wasn't supposed to fancy someone like him. But he made me really happy as well... As time passed, those feelings were so strong I just couldn't hide them.... Honestly, I didn't do a bad thing, I just fell in love" she sighed with tears in her eyes.

"I am sorry The Family was shitty to you" Sirius admitted "I am sorry I didn't do more... I should've written to you, taken your side..." he shook his head "They didn't let me... But I had to try..."

Andromeda squeezed his hand.

"It's okay, Sirius" she smiled "You are here now, aren't you? And I see you are no longer a boy... But a man"

Sirius tried to blink the tears away.

"Don't fight over your feelings for Remus" she added "Just let yourself feel"

Sirius shook his head "I am a mess... I am only going to fuck it up"

"I made Ted go through so much because of my family..." Andromeda said with a sad expression "It wasn't fair to him. But at least it was worthy. And he loved me so much to go through that. And accept every bit of me, even my wicked family..."

Sirius nodded. But it wasn't only his family. Sirius just didn't like himself so much. Sometimes his recklessness and temper scared him. He had made Remus go through so much already...

But he had to admit, it felt nice to find someone with just a similar experience. And to have Andromeda back in his life.

"I tell you, mate" Ted was saying as he and Regulus appeared at the door "You have a natural talent... You are so good... I would love you to be in my band"

"Reggie, a Rockstar?" Sirius asked, adopting his goofy self again "I don't see it"

That made Ted and Andromeda laugh. Regulus rolled his eyes.

"Not my type of vibe" he said "But thanks"

"Okay" Ted shrugged "But you shouldn't waist your talent. You should play again"

"I'll think about it"

Sirius saw Regulus considering it. That made him happy.

"Tea is ready..." Andromeda announced "Help me get all of this to the table" she said as he gave Ted a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah sure"

As Ted and Reggie helped, Andromeda gave Sirius a smile and a wink. He smiled back.

It had felt nice to talk to his cousin again. They hadn't been particularly close before. But now they could be closer than ever. Alphard might have been gone, but between Regulus and Andromeda, Sirius still felt like he had a family.

#marauders #maraudersera #muggleau #sirius black #andromeda black #andromeda tonks #remus lupin #trans remus lupin #wolfstar #ted tonks #tedromeda #alphard black #regulus black

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Ch.2

Nalae's pov

My birthday is today. I am finally 17 years old. We are planning on throwing a party. My parents aren't going to stay because they have to work. I'm not upset because I understand how difficult their jobs are. My mom is a lawyer, and my dad is a doctor. They can't be home all the time, but they try to make time to spend with us.

I wasn't planning on throwing a big party, but a lot of my school friends were coming. And my cousins were coming to visit, all the way from Brooklyn. School was about to be out for the summer, so they were going to be staying with us.

I was getting ready in my room. I had just finished my hair and was checking myself; I thought I looked pretty damn good. This boy named Michael that goes to my school asked me on a date, and I said yes. He was also going to be at my party tonight.

Nalae's outfit

I left my room and went downstairs. I went into the living room and double-checked everything. There's going to be food, drinks, and music for everyone. Tisha also brought some alcohol; she sometimes lets me turn up and gives me alcohol as long as I drink responsibly.

I get up, hearing a knock on the door. I squealed as I opened the door to see my cousins April and Aaliya. I hugged them both tightly and told them how much I missed them.

April's & Aaliya's outfits

"How y'all been?" I asked them. I let them in and took their gifts, which I placed on the kitchen counter. "We've been good. Happy school, finna be out! My classes be kicking my ass." Aaliya said.

"Same, where your bags?" I asked them. Aaliya walked back to the door. I shook my head. "Nah, Ant can get them for y'all." I said. I walked towards the steps to yell for him. "ANT! COME GET THEIR BAGS." I returned to the kitchen and poured them a drink. Our options were Henny, Tequila, Ciroq, and Blue MD, because apparently my sister and brother don't like the other ones. And we also had a whole bunch of hounds.

"Damn, you getting fucked up, ain't you?" April said, laughing. I chuckled, dapping them up and nodding. Tisha walked into the kitchen along with Ant, who had just come back from upstairs. They hugged April and Aaliya and asked them how they were.

I scrunched up my face, confused as to where Mar was. "Where's Mar?" Ant rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw. "Where do you think his ass at?" Tisha grumbled at me. She was walking around the counter, fixing herself a drink. I rolled my eyes and huffed.

He was hanging with them, niggas, again. We don't know how he met them, but he needs to leave them alone. Me and Mar are going to have to talk, hanging around a bunch of disrespectful little boys; they ain't nothing but trouble. Tisha side-eyed me, still looking pissed. And I looked away, feeling guilty.

Tisha and Ant were angry when I told them I went to get Mar at the party. They mostly yelled at Mar, but they were disappointed in me because I could have put myself in 'harms way'. But I know how to take care of myself, but saying that would probably have made the argument worse.

April and Aaliya must have noticed the tension because they looked for someone to say something. "Uh, oh, what's going on with him?" April asked.

Ant told her about how Mar had been hanging around boys who were selling drugs and other things. I kind of tuned him out.

I'm not sure what's going on with Mar, but he's been missing classes, and his grades are dropping. This isn't like him, who is literally the smartest kid I know; he makes straight A's in all his classes. We are both the youngest, so we tell each other everything—at least we used to. But lately, he's been avoiding me, and it's making me feel like I've done something. It's my birthday, and he's not even here.

I lowered my gaze to the counter, swirling the ice in my drink. "You can't be sad! It's your birthday, boo. Let's turn the fuck up and get drunk!" Aaliya said, raising her cup, and I smiled, raising mine. "YES, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, BITCHES."

-Time Skip-

Going in two hours, and this party was FAT! People were planning party games, smoking, drinking, and having a good time. It was nothing wild, just people chilling.

I bobbed my head while sitting next to Aaliya and my friend Miranda.

"Because I will be a freak until the day

Until the dawn

And we can (pump, pump).

All through the night 'til the early morning'

Come on, and I will take you around the 'hood.

On a gangsta lean

'Cause we can (pump, pump).

Any time of day, it's all good for me."

The song blasted through the speakers. This was my favorite song. Ain't nothing like the 90s, man. I stubbed out the remaining blunt and picked up my cup, motioning for my cousin to follow me to my room so I could get some more green. Don't anybody know I have it except for Mar? I can't believe he hasn't even shown up, which hurts my feelings because it's honestly starting to feel personal. But I ain't letting it stress me; we'll talk later.

I walked past Tisha; she looked good. Tisha and Ant are tall. Leaving me and Mar the shorties of the group. Tisha was 5'9, pretty much a stallion, and I was 5'4, pretty much a midget. But I ain't worried about it because I'm a pretty bitch with a fat ass. And this personality is one of a kind.

Tisha's outfit

Tisha grabbed my arm, asking me where we were going. "Imma go grab something from upstairs real quick." She nodded, talking to this tall, dark-skinned boy. 'Ok, Tisha, get yo mack on girl.'

Me and Aaliya walked into my room; she was sitting at my desk, checking herself out. I rapped to Eve. Can't anybody say I don't have good taste in music because I always play bangers.

"If I had to give you more, it's only been a year.

Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere.

It took a while to get me here, and I'm going to take my time.

Don't fight that good shit in your ear; now let me blow your mind."

I was rolling up the blunts and putting them into the bag when I heard a knock on the door. I thought it was just April or Tisha, so I said, Come in.

And it just happens to be light skin. He slowly walks into my room, looking at Aaliya and me but mainly staring at me. I squinted my eyes at him, crossing my arms. "What the fuck are you doing here? And how do you know where I live?" I said, looking him up and down.

Aaliya passes the lit blunt to me, and I take a big puff out of it. I glared at the light-skinned boy smirking at me. Who told his ass he could come up the steps? As if he lived here—disrespectful! He takes some steps forward, giving a boyish grin. "Can I sit down?" He asked.

I continued to glare at him. I looked at Aaliya to see if she felt comfortable with him staying. She shrugged, taking the blunt from me again. I slowly nodded, sitting at my desk beside Aaliya. He sat down on my bed, continuing to stare at me with that same dopey smile on his face. "How long have you been up here?" He asked.

I scrunched up my brow, looking at him questionably. Why did he need to know? He doesn't live here; he's a little too nosey for my liking. "I don't think that's your business." I remarked back. He chuckled, going back to smirking at me. His eyes were raking up and down my body.

"What's your name, baby?" He asked. Leaning back on his elbows, he took a squig out of his cup. His eyes hovered over the rim, staring back at mine.

"Nalae. Why you want to know?" I asked, inhaling the smoke and blowing it out of my nose. My eyes started to feel heavy. I was feeling really good at the moment.

I finally got a good look at him. He was muscularly built, but not over the top. His skin was a very light caramel color. The definition of a high-yella nigga He had a little stubble, but not too much; he still had a baby face. To say he was fine was an understatement. I usually don't try to find light-skinned niggas attractive because the ones I've had a crush on made it very clear they don't like dark-skinned girls. So I became only interested in brown and dark-skinned boys.

"Your brother wouldn't tell me your name for sh*t. I'm Marcus, but you can call me Lucious." He said that, giving me a big smile. He motioned for me to sit down beside him, and I lifted my brow at him. Looking at him like hell, Naw Then suddenly Aaliya got up and smirked at me, grabbing her drink and one of the blunts. "Ight, imma go downstairs. See you later, boo." She said, walking towards the door. I glared at her, watching her slowly close the door before she stuck her tongue out at me.

He patted the bed, motioning for me to sit beside him again. I bit the side of my cheek, slowly standing up and moving towards him. I sat down beside him, blowing out rings of smoke. I turned to see him staring dead into my eyes. It's like I couldn't look away. This nigga had the prettiest eyes I've ever seen. He was truly sex on legs.

I put the blunt in my mouth, going to take another puff, when he reached over, taking the blunt from my hand and taking a puff from it. "How old are you?" I asked him. He laid on his back, looking at the ceiling, blowing out the smoke. "19. How about you?" I smiled, getting up from the bed and walking towards the desk, grabbing the blunts. I sat back down and laid down, looking at him. "17. But I'm pretty sure you knew that already, considering today is my birthday." I said it smartly.

45 minutes later...

"So rich girl, how you liking Philly?" He asked, playing with my hand. I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "I'm not rich. Just middle class." I said, staring at him blankly. He sucked his teeth, sitting up, leaning on his side, looking down on me.

"You live in this fancy ass house. In this nice ass neighborhood, filled with white folk." He said, smirking down at me. I smiled at him and sat up, copying his position. "I recognize I have it better than anyone else who's less fortunate. But just because I live comfortably doesn't mean I haven't struggled. Everybody has a story. And just because I have nice things don't mean I treat people like they are below me." I said, softly. Leaning over, my nose touching his, I grabbed the blunt from out of his hand, sitting straight up.

He chuckled, sitting up and looking at me, licking his lips and looking at mine. "I like you. You hold your own. I also like how you came down to my crib a couple days ago. You slapped the fuck outta my boy." He said, laughing, at the glare I was giving him.

"Well, your boy ought to watch his mouth." I said, with a playful attitude. He slid closer to me, pulling my hair behind my ear. "Let me take you out on a date. You know, show you around a little bit." He said, pulling my face closer to his. I grabbed his wrist, pulling it away from my face. "Ion know. You seem like a fuck nigga." He looked back, pressing his hand against his chest. "Damn mama. That shit hurt my feelings." I cackled. Getting up, I walked towards the door with him close behind me.

I was about to answer again when the door swung open, hitting the wall. "LUCIOUS! FUCK YOU DOING IN HERE?" My brother, Mar, asked him. I crossed my arms, glaring at him. Oh, so now all of a sudden he cares who's in my room? Mf couldn't even stay home for my birthday. Gon show up hours late, fuck he get off at?

"Nothing, little nigga. Just talking to you, sis." He said, not taking his eyes off me. Mar walked closer to Lucious, grabbing his shirt. "Didn't I tell you to leave her alone? Come on, we have to go." And after he said "go", my heart dropped, and it made me more irritated.

"I'll see you later." He said. Kissing my cheek. "COME TF ON, MAN!" Mar yelled at him. Lucious glared at Mar before smiling at me one last time and walking out. I went and grabbed Mar's arm, and his eyes softened when he saw the tears in my eyes. I might have been acting dramatic, but I need to know if he was mad at me.

"What's wrong, NaNa?" He asked me softly. "What's going on with you, Mar? You've been ignoring me, missing school, and hanging around people I've never seen you hang around. You don't even talk to us anymore, and I understand that you are upset with Tish and Ant, but never with me. Our relationship has always been tight, and it's making me feel like I've done something to make you hate me. You weren't even here when my party started, so it made me feel like you wouldn't come. I just don't know. I feel like we are drifting apart." I said, with tears rolling down my face. I'm pretty sure my makeup is ruined.

Mar lifted his hands up to my face, wiping my tears. I hugged him tightly, crying into his shoulder. "I don't mean to hurt you, Nae. I'm just going through something. But I promise I'll talk to all of you, okay? And I wasn't here earlier because I was out buying you a gift. I've been missing school because I've been working." I pulled away from him, looking at him shocked. He chuckled, "Nothing illegal. I got a real job. So I can be more responsible. But I promise Imma to bring my grades back up so we can be the smartest out of Ant and Tisha again." I giggled and was awed at the gift he pulled out of his coat. I opened the long velvet box, and it was a name plate with engraving that said,"my twin forever" on it. I smiled, giving him another hug and kissing his cheek.

"Come on, we still have some time before Ma and Dad get here." He grabbed my hand, leading me out of my room and walking towards the step. "Oh, and Lucious ain't bad people. He is a good person; I just don't want you dating his ass. He a fuck nigga." I laughed as we walked through the crowd, looking for my people. "HERE'S TO 17 BITCHES." I yelled, raising my cup in the air. Having the people cheer with me

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Before the Twins, that first year, Bess more or less being pressured into accepting a date with one of her coworker's cousins because, apparently, he's "super into her" and thinks she's "totally fit", and Bess is just sick of this girl pestering her with it.

The guy is admittedly cute and seems... nice enough. But he's got the energy of a middle school class clown that never grew up and his jokes only hit about 25% of the time. And he seems to talk just to hear himself talk; he doesn't care much at all about what Bess has to say. Needless to say, the conversation is very one-sided.

The guy disgusts and embarrasses Bess at dinner with his toilet humor and how he plays with his food (he and a group of teenage boys start a contest to see who can successfully through their food across the dining room to reach the other's table, several diners get caught in the crossfire). He makes her pay more than her share of the bill because he turns up "short". Then he takes her to--get this--a strip club. ("I thought you were taking me to a club." "This is a club, Yank." "No, that's not what-never mind.") He meets up with his buddies at this club, and all of them leer at Bess and make comments, both complimenting her and degrading her and also comparing her to the strippers. Bess' fingernails start digging into her palms, she has her fists clenched so tight at the ready.

Eventually her date leaves her trapped in the booth with his buddies as he goes to piss. He's gone an awful long time and Bess is starting to wonder if maybe somebody needs to go check on him, because he was pretty stumble-bum when he left, but then he comes back, hanging around the shoulders of two strippers. "Well, I'm headed out. Or should I say, we're headed out."

The strippers giggle. His friends whoop. Bess his mortified.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I just thought I'd let you know. Wouldn't want to walk out on you in the middle of our date without telling you."

"You're leaving me here by myself?! I don't know this place! It's dark out! How do I get back home?!"

He digs into his wallet and gives her an... Uber gift certificate? "Don't say I never did nothin' for ya, Yank. And don't take this personal, okay? It's just--I like my girls a certain way, right? They gotta be top of everything--I want the best right? And you're just... kinda average. Boring."

Bess doesn't even like this guy; she didn't even want to really go out with him in the first place. So why does that sting so much? Maybe because it sounds exactly like what Oliver used to say all the time?

She manages to get home, falls through the door to see her girls waiting up for her and she just breaks into sobs. She feels stupid but can't help it. "He ditched me in a strip club with a bunch of his guys! I went out with him on a date his cousin spent weeks trying to set up with me because he "was desperate to take me out", and this douche decided to ditch me and leave with hot strippers! He said I'm average and boring and told me not to take it personal. How am I not supposed to take that personal?!"

BESS ANGEL.

First of all, is this guy related to Jason? The assholery is top-tier. What a god awful sack of shit.

It's not Bess' fault for giving him a chance. The girl talked him up. He SEEMED cute and innocent enough. Bess is nice and wants to give him a chance. Why not?

Once her foot is in the door, he just switches it off and turns absolutely deplorable. (Throwing food, leaving with strippers??? SIR. You're a RAT.)

Poor girl. i imagine the girls are waiting for her, because of course. She's out with a strange guy - and they know how guys are. They've got their phones and are sitting up. Once she comes in, relief turns to immediate concerns She starts crying, and they are on her to help her out.

I imagine Gal taking her phone to get the guy's number. As for what she plans to do, well, this guy is about to become INFAMOUS among London's restaurant crowd. Good luck with him ever getting into a bar/restaurant again.

Addie helps Bess to the couch and Connie brings her tissues, water, and big blanket.

Addie: I can't believe he'd do that to you. To you!

Connie: His type comes into the bar all the time. He realizes a woman is too good for him and not isn't going to bend to his pathetic flirting attempts, and he defaults to BUYING the attention he wants.

Addie: That's pathetic! Ugh.

Connie: those ladies are going to be gargling mouthwash for ions.

Bess, you are a KNOCKOUT. If you were actually 'boring' or 'unattractive', he wouldn't have tried to take you to dinner first before dragging his loser ass to a strip club.

In the meantime, they all stay by her. They let her cry, hold her, reassure her. When she's ready, they even draw her a nice bath with her favorite rose bath salts. They treat her how she deserves to be treated.

#scroogeverse #try hurting Bess #see what its like to have hellhounds after you

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starfall-spirit · 1 year

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Renaissance Masterlist

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Summary: A marriage façade leads to a destination honeymoon in Florence, Italy. Vacationing in the Tuscan hills shows Feyre there's more to Rhys than meets the eye—maybe even a man she could come to love.

Chapter I: Forming a Façade

“You are so screwed.”

“He wouldn’t shut up about it, Mor!” Rhys moaned.

“You couldn’t have said you had a long-distance girlfriend or something? You told your father you eloped?”

Feyre stifled her snicker as his head thumped against the wood. As annoying as Rhys was, she felt bad for him. Cool, composed, Rhysand Stern was so sick of his father trying to match him with some socialite, he blurted the first lie he could think of to escape the conversation. Apparently it was better to be grilled about eloping than let his ass of a father pair him off.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Feyre. I was half-tempted to give him your name.”

She scowled, but wisely kept quiet. Before she was fully brought into the fold she had been Mor’s college friend, later the recipient of a glowing endorsement from a wealthy benefactor her best friend happened to be loosely related to. He then put his money where his mouth was. Honestly, one internet search and his mother would likely believe her son fell for the young upstart he only meant to help along from a business standpoint.

“Now there’s an idea.”

She snapped her eyes to Mor’s. “No.”

“So what if you two go buy a pretty ring, play the happy couple, and then get “divorced” in a few months.”

“I don’t give a shit about my father, but I won’t lie to my mother again. I’m going to call her and explain—” His phone pinged. After taking a few seconds to read the message, he let out a heavy sigh, running a hand over his face. “Speak of the devil. My wife and I are to meet her for lunch on Saturday before promptly leaving for a surprise honeymoon destination. Back just in time for the charity event.”

Mor wiggled her brows. “You are not roping me into this, Morrigan. You or your fool of a cousin.”

“Uh oh,” she heard as the front door slammed shut. “What did Rhysie do this time to get you wound up, Feyre darling?”

She and Rhys both shot a glare at Cassian, leaving Az to put away the evening’s groceries as the former brought Feyre into a bear hug. “He was going on and on,” Rhys groaned.

“He told his father he had eloped last week when he tried to play matchmaker on their call,” she clarified. “Now Mor is proposing to me for him. The answer is N-O, my friend.”

“Even if I told you that destination honeymoon is likely the Stern family villa in Florence, Italy?”

Any artist’s dream destination, of course. Where the fine arts, education, philosophy, and many other elements of the world were reborn.

“Are you trying to bribe me with the birthplace of the Italian Renaissance?”

“Shamelessly,” Rhys said, shaking his head at the fiendish blonde seated across from him.

Feyre glared at her old friend. “I hope you realize I know there was more to how we met than your maneuverings of your cousin’s interest in art. Is this your second shot at shameless matchmaking, Mor?”

“Yes.” Mor was brutally honest, if nothing else. “Come on, Feyre. Let Rhysie try to woo you under the Tuscan sun.”

She scoffed. “Unbelievable. He has no interest in wooing me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

Startled, Feyre looked back to the dark-haired subject. He held her gaze, absently swirling his half glass of wine—one of the few cheap red blends the three of them could agree on. You could have heard a pin drop. “Pardon?”

She expected that little half-smirk and some witty comment to follow. Instead, “Am I supposed to deny I’m attracted to you? I thought the flirting these months would have made that clear enough.”

“Flirting and wooing are very different things.”

He smirked and she turned around to help Az cook dinner for the group. Mercifully, there was no further mention of Rhys’ family or flirting that night, though the light in Mor’s eyes told her it was far from forgotten. As soon as the two of them left the apartment she was going to push this.

Feyre felt her pocket buzz with a text notification just as she stepped out of the living room and into the privacy of the kitchen. She reached to check the message. Her eyes scanned the message once. Then again, her chest tightening with every word.

It’s me, Tamlin.

No more running, Feyre. Let’s talk about this.

Graduating with her art degree had also meant leaving her controlling boyfriend behind, changing her phone number as quick as she left the city. Apparently he wasn’t fond of being ghosted. Feyre had graduated nearly two years ago. She thought she was in the clear. Either her number had been hard to find, or he had been biding his time.

“Feyre.” She hadn’t even noticed Rhys approach as the panic began setting in. “What’s wrong? Who texted you?” Wordlessly, she passed him her phone and he skimmed the messages himself, jaw clenching. Feyre knew Mor had mentioned her history in passing, especially since she was trying to get them to hook up at the gallery event. Still, seeing impulsive, genuine concern for her well-being from him was odd. It left a strangely warm feeling inside of her, despite not having any bond beyond his casual flirting. “We’ll get eyes on your apartment. You can have the guest room tonight.”

She took a sip of her water, trying to settle her nerves. “Feyre, I know things were difficult with him. History won’t repeat itself, I swear.”

“I moved to another city to get away from him. I really hope this is just a matter of a new number.”

He cocked his head. “And what if it’s a matter of a vacation?”

~~~~~

AN: So, I'm make the shift of writing in first person to writing in third. Pardon any awkwardness until I find my rhythm.

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bubblebuckys · 4 months

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my recent sierra six kick, a fever, and watching barbie before taking a nap, made for a hell of a dream lmao

im putting this here so i can go back and remember this dream but also if anyone is interested in taking a look and maybe having a little giggle

i was a new barbie in barbieland, specifically the ordinary barbie gloria pitches toward the end of the movie and so i wasn’t always as bubbly as the other barbies and had ordinary hobbies and an ordinary home and job. so i felt like i couldn’t relate to the other barbie and kens even though they tried befriending me.

so they still invited me to all the parties that i never went to, except for the latest one because i was trying to fit in more. but apparently i wasn’t the only party irregular. enter: trained agent ken, who received a depression-barbie-slash-lucas-lee-style introduction, zoom-ins and explosions and all. he’s quiet, he’s mysterious, guarded, and, yes, very much just court gentry renamed as ken. apparently he and ryan gosling!ken were distant cousins.

i was at the sidelines of the party avoiding the choreographed dance—and my feelings about not knowing the steps as the others did. everyone else not part of the dance (but definitely aware of it’s steps) was excitedly greeting six/ken, so glad he made it back safe from his last mission. they asked him how it was, if he ever got injured during, if he had a gun, if his enemies had guns. has he ever gotten shot? how does that even feel? he understood their fascination because there aren’t weapons in babieland and it was just child-like interest, but it was overwhelming for him nonetheless. because, reminder, this ken is quiet and mysterious.

and so he managed to escape the ones asking questions and now, he, too, was avoiding the dance. turning away whenever any of the other barbies and kens got close enough they would have recognized him if he hadn’t. at one turn mermaid!barbie had been behind him, just about to make eye contact so he jumped behind the tree that i had been leaning against on the other side of and so he hadn’t seen me. i jumped and spilled whatever drink i had onto the floor and turned just to see who had bumped into me.

six!ken felt bad when he heard my drink fall because he knew how extravagant the clothes were and so he stayed so he could apologize instead of running before i noticed who he was. none of the drink actually fell on my clothes though, so he saw that while my outfit was pretty it was not as outrageous (i wouldn’t use that word but i cant think of a better one) as the others. he also realized he had never met me.

i forget what i said but I was a little rude, which kind of impressed six!ken, im guessing because everyone is so nice in babrieland that he hadn’t been expecting that?, but other than that he disregarded it. he bluntly stated that i was new, and after some attitude on both ends we introduced ourselves. ken decided to stay talking to me because after i learned about his job i only made a comment about it sounding dangerous before i moved on.

we spent the rest of the night talking casually, nothing too deep, and by the end of it i was invited to stay for girls night. i promised i would stay next time because it was way past the time i usually went to sleep, and then six!ken offered to walk me home even though i just lived down the street (his spidey-senses were tingling)

BUT! in the middle of the night someone broke into my house and they were trying to kidnap me. i was fighting but obviously i was not a fighter. which is when six!ken showed up and fought off the four strange men, where he came from we dont know, and he told me we had go to the real world to hide and get answers.

and unfortunately that’s when i woke up :((

(also this is never explicitly mentioned but six!ken is regularly going to and leaving the real world and somehow its not messing up reality ? but wtv. and this is basically where the sierra program came into play in this universe lol. since we have that part in barbie where the cia/fbi calls mattel to let them know a barbie is on the loose we know they are aware of the possibility of these dolls coming to life. and because the sierra program is just the cia using people who have no record of existence to complete missions off the books, who’s a better candidate for that than a fucking ken doll, right?)

#WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN!!!! i need to know it was just about to get good #the greatest crossover ever #barbie #the gray man #ken #sierra six #court gentry #also I’m very disappointed my subconscious didn’t find a way to fit in ‘extra 10 mil to the guy to put a bullet in this ken doll’s brain’#personal

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allmoshnobrain · 10 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

part 07 of ? | masterpost

word count: 2285 | ao3 link

I wondered if he knew he was the first one to touch me like this. I couldn't resist him. Apparently, he could tell — and he enjoyed it, the power he held over me.

✦ summary: As Cliff's birthday party approaches, Dave and Nore deepen their relationship and feel the sexual tension between them growing stronger and stronger.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female oc, oc is cliff's cousin, nsfw, +18, language, slice of life, mentions of sex, no smut but almost, drinking, smoking, fluff, cliff being cliff (overprotective older cousin), lars being lars (a little shit but in an endearing way), james being a good friend, dave and oc completely in love with each other

✦ a/n: hello! so today i will finish posting the parts that are already on ao3 (parts 7 and 8). later tonight i will release part 9 (which hasn't been posted anywhere yet). after that, i will resume the posting schedule, with new chapters coming every wednesday and sunday. hope you like it, feedback is welcome! ❤

✧ if you love me, be my angel ✧

"Hey, Nore, how about a beach party?"

Cliff's question caught me off guard. I was chilling on the couch, reading a book he had loaned me. It had been a few weeks after I moved in, and after the usual moving tensions, I was starting to feel like I fit in like I’d never felt at home.

"When?"

"For my birthday, this weekend. Joe's folks have a sick beach house, and he's down to let us have the bash there. You coming?"

I grinned.

"Hell yeah, count me in. Wouldn't miss your birthday."

"Awesome. I'll give Lars the heads up and hit up Leanne," he flashed a smile.

"Have you told James and Dave?" I asked, and he shook his head. "I'll give 'em a heads up then."

"Sounds good. But grab me a beer on your way back."

I jumped up, leaving the book on the couch as I headed to the hallway. I breezed through the kitchen and snagged a beer can from the fridge before heading upstairs to Dave's room. I stopped at the door, catching sight of Dave chilling on the bed without a shirt, strumming his guitar, while James kicked back in a chair with a beer in hand. I admired the scene for a moment; when they weren't at each other's throats, those two actually got along pretty well.

"You should, man," James was saying when I arrived. "For real."

"Hey," I said, and they looked at me. Dave flashed a smile and got up.

“Hey, Nore," he said. "Wanna come in?"

"Oh, I didn't want to barge in. I just came to tell you that Cliff said he's having his birthday party at Joe’s this weekend."

"Damn, party at Joe’s! I'm in," James grinned. Dave glanced at him, and they seemed to reach a silent agreement. I watched, curious, as James quickly got up to leave. "I'll give Lars the heads up. Catch ya later, Nore."

"Uh, bye," I said, confused.

He checked out the clothes by the foot of the bed, grabbed a Sex Pistols t-shirt and quickly put it on, running a hand through his hair to fix it. He smiled. "Is that beer for me?"

"Well, it was Cliff's actually, but I'll get him another when I'm back. You can have it," I handed him the beer. He held my wrist, pulling me onto his lap, making me blush.

"So, you going?" he asked.

"Where?"

"Cliff's party."

"Oh, yeah. Are you?"

"Like I'd miss the chance to see my girlfriend rockin' a bikini," he said, flashing a smile and gently brushing my lower lip with his thumb. I blinked, confused, feeling my heart skip a beat.

"Your... girlfriend?" I whispered, puzzled. He let out a soft laugh, and I realized he was a bit flustered. That was definitely new, I thought. He was always so confident, even bordering on cocky. I hadn't seen this side of him before.

"You know, I was just talking to James. I know we said we'd take it slow... with all this stuff happening between us. But he thought it was a good idea, so..." He held my chin in his hand, making me look into his eyes. "I really like you. I think we should be together for real."

I blinked, my heart racing and a sense of happiness welling up in the pit of my stomach.

"You mean..."

"I want you to be my girlfriend, Nore," he said, then glanced away with a sheepish smile. "Of course, if you don’t want to..."

"Dave," I cut him off, placing my hand on his cheek. He always seemed to think that I wouldn't want to be with him, but how could I not? He made me feel accepted. He made me feel safe. He made me feel loved in a way I had rarely felt before. I felt my heart flutter as I answered him, "Of course, I want to."

He didn't say a word, just pulled me close into his lap, his lips meeting mine as he held me tightly in his arms. All I wanted was for him to devour every inch of me. Even in that moment, I could feel the electricity in the air that sparked when we touched, as if we couldn't bear to be apart for too long.

If that was love, then we were way past the point of no return.

There was no turning back.

And I didn't want there to be.

I wasn't sure whether we should tell Cliff and the others about our relationship. I was certain that Cliff would give me a hard time about it one way or another, but Dave convinced me:

"Hey, I'm not going to hide that you're my girlfriend. If we're going to be together for real, I want everyone to know."

Of course, after hearing that, I couldn't deny him anything.

"Come on," he said, taking my hand in his. I smiled as our fingers intertwined. "Let's find Cliff."

We didn't even have to go far. I jumped back in surprise when I opened the door and came face to face with a grinning Lars.

"Lars, what the hell is this?" I yelled. Taking a closer look, I saw Cliff and James leaning against the hallway wall, Cliff looking bored and James barely holding back his laughter.

"So, are you two a thing or what?" Lars asked.

"We're what?"

"Dating! Are you his girlfriend now or not?"

"Oh," I felt my face heat up. "We... Yeah. I am."

"Ha! I knew it!" Lars celebrated. James chuckled, and Cliff rolled his eyes.

"Wait. How did you know? And what are you three doing here?" Dave asked, furrowing his brow. "Were you spying on us or something?"

"I just told them you wanted some alone time with Nore," James explained himself. "The rest Lars figured out on his own, and he dragged us here to confirm."

"You sneaky bastard, Lars," I said, smiling in disbelief. "Unbelievable."

"Hey, I ain't to blame if you two are the most obvious couple in California," he answered, making everyone laugh. Dave wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close and planting a gentle kiss on my forehead, and I smiled as his embrace surrounded me.

A month ago, I could hardly imagine feeling so alive like this. Yet, here I was, living with my cousin, dating the guy I liked, and having new friends who truly cared about me.

I couldn't be happier.

The weekend of Cliff's party started off sunny, although a bit chilly, which got me excited. I woke up early and packed my swimsuit and everything I needed in a bag, then loaded it all into the borrowed van. James was loading the van with crates of beer when I arrived.

"Hey, are we good to go?" he asked.

"Not yet," I answered. "Lars and Dave are still asleep. Cliff left. I think he went to pick up Leanne."

"Yeah, he did. Just talked to me a sec ago before he split. But you know those two, they'll be running late 'cause they're busy fucking again," he chuckled. I laughed, feeling a bit awkward. "Hey, mind lending' a hand with this stuff?" he asked. I nodded and started helping him load up the van.

We were quietly working for a bit until he asked, "So, how's it going with, uh, you and him?"

"Him?" I questioned.

"Yeah, Dave," he clarified.

"Oh," I blushed, "It's going well."

He chuckled. I gave him a curious look.

"You blush so easily," he shrugged.

"It's not on purpose, I swear."

"Nah, but it's cute," he smiled, "Just don't tell Dave I said that. He might throw a punch at me... again. Looks like you're surrounded by some jealous dudes, huh?"

"That's not on purpose either," I chuckled, awkwardly.

I handed him the last crate of beers, and he placed it in the back of the van.

"I'll go fetch Lars. You should wake up Dave… Before Cliff shows up," he said, grinning.

I headed inside the house, quickly climbed the stairs, and hesitated at the door of Dave's room. I turned the knob and let out a soft giggle at how he was sprawled out asleep on the bed. I shut the door before stepping in and perched on the edge of the bed, giving his arm a gentle shake.

“Dave...?” I whispered. He turned in bed, opening his eyes amidst a mess of ginger hair, and smiled when he saw me.

"Hey," he said, taking my hand and kissing it, making me smile.

"Good morning."

"Come here," he said, shifting in bed, making room for me. I lay down beside him, and he pulled me into his arms. I nuzzled his chest, feeling comfortable in the warmth of the bed and his body. He kissed my forehead and breathed, "You're adorable, you know that?"

I blushed, wondering why he was being so affectionate. Maybe he was just sleepy, but it didn't matter — I loved it when he praised me.

He held me with one hand on my waist, pulling me close effortlessly as he buried his face in my neck, using his other hand to lift my leg and place it around his hip. I shivered as he kissed the base of my neck and then my collarbone.

"Cliff left, didn't he?" he whispered, his lips against my skin.

"Yes," I whispered back, my heart racing.

"So no one's going to bother us now?" I could feel his smile against my neck.

"I hope not," I said, softly.

He held me firmly, turning me in bed as if I weighed nothing, and rose, kneeling with his legs around my hips as he took off his shirt. I stared at him, his dark eyes in the dimness of the room, his hair a mess of curls; I could see in his gaze that he wanted to devour me right there.

I was completely surrendered to him.

He held my brown hair firmly in one hand, his lips meeting mine in a kiss as his tongue eagerly invaded my mouth, his other hand holding my hip vigorously as he pressed his hips against mine. I moaned in his kiss when I felt his erection against me, my heart racing as my whole body shivered. I wondered if he knew he was the first one to touch me like this. I couldn't resist him. Apparently, he could tell — and he enjoyed it, the power he held over me.

Dave moves his hips slowly against mine while his kisses trailed off to my neck again. I raised my legs, placing them around his waist and bringing him closer to me while his hand cupped my face softly. He lightly bit my neck as I held onto his arms, my nails digging into his skin as my breath quickened.

"Dave..." I whispered. He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes and smiling sweetly. I felt my face flush as he caressed my lower lip with his thumb, his brown eyes getting lost in my blue ones. In that moment, all I wanted was to stay in his arms forever.

Of course, that's when we heard someone knocking on the door.

We froze, waiting. After a few seconds, the knocking repeated, followed by Cliff's voice.

"Hey, you guys ready? We're already heading out."

"Fuck," Dave growled, getting up and forcefully swinging open the door, revealing Cliff leaning against the frame in a relaxed position, holding a lit joint in his hand. "Damn it, Cliff! Why did you have to butt in now?"

"Oh, did I disturb something?" he asked, smirking with irony.

"Yeah, you did. Everyone has to wait when you go to Leanne's place, but now you're busting in on us? Come on, man!"

"Well, at least I don't make everyone late," Cliff answered, coldly. "Get dressed or I'll leave you behind. Hurry up, Nore."

I quickly got up and left the room, blushing as my eyes met Cliff's. He seemed to be enjoying my embarrassment, but I didn't say a word to him. I walked outside and got into the van, sitting next to Leanne with an annoyed sigh.

“Rough morning?” she asked with a smile.

"Thanks to Cliff, that moron," I grumbled. She let out a little chuckle.

"He cares about you, you know?"

"A bit too much."

"Well, it's nice to have someone who looks out for you like that, isn't it?" she smiled. "So, what did he do this time, anyway?"

“Ruined the moment, like always.” I grumbled, feeling my face heat up. She laughed.

"You and Dave were...?"

"No!" I blurted out, then buried my face in my hands, embarrassed.

"Okay, maybe... almost," I confessed.

"Hey, think about it this way. At least you dodged the whole pregnancy scare thing, right?"

I arched an eyebrow. Honestly, that hadn't even crossed my mind.

"Guess I should be thankful then," I mumbled, and she let out a soft chuckle.

James and Lars popped out of the house and hopped into the van. James took the driver's seat while Lars settled in the one right in front of us.

"Morning, ladies," Lars greeted with a smirk. He glanced at me and snickered. "You know you've got a hickey on your neck, right?"

I blushed, instinctively covering my neck with my hand but stayed silent.

Soon, Dave and Cliff showed up. Dave plopped down next to me, while Cliff squeezed in beside Lars, arms crossed. The atmosphere became slightly tense. Dave wrapped his arms around my shoulders as the two of them locked eyes in a tense stare-down.

I sighed. This trip was gonna be one hell of a ride.

#ada writes fanfiction #heartbreaker fanfic #metallica #megadeth #james hetfield #dave mustaine #cliff burton #lars ulrich #metallica fanfiction #dave mustaine x oc #dave mustaine fanfiction #nore burton (oc)#hello hello hello it's heartbreaker day!!

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mycelium-menace · 4 months

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Happy holidays @yoshiintheweb !!! This is my gift to you for the @mcytblrholidayexchange. I hope you enjoy!

I saw Vampire Fwhip in your requests and got very excited, because I have been obsessed with Dracula this year. I hope you enjoy this Roseblings/Wither Rose Alliance vampire au! The playlist has songs that are vampire-coded (to me), as well as songs that just fit the vibe. The fic is epistolary like the original Dracula novel. It's sometimes serious, sometimes silly, and hopefully a lot of fun to read. Fic under the cut :)

Fwhip’s Diary, Sept. 17

So, my teeth are definitely getting sharper.

That shouldn’t be a surprise, but it’s definitely going to take some getting used to. You don’t just wake up to your teeth being different and say “Oh yeah, that’s not weird at all. Totally fine. Already adjusted to it.” Like, you don’t realize how well you know your teeth until they’re wrong. Ugh.

It is fine though… I think. We still have time before the transformation is irreversible. Between Gem and I, we’ll figure it out soon. That’s what we’ve always done.

It’ll be fine.

Right?

Gem’s Diary, Sept. 22

I finally got my hands on that book on vampire lore! Who knew the occult section of our local library would be so popular? (And to that, who even knew our local library even had an occult section??)

It has the best recipe I’ve found for a blood replacement meal for Fwhip, and this one doesn’t even need any sheep’s blood or expensive coconut water! Fwhip seems to like it pretty well too, which is an added bonus.

The rest of the book was pretty useful, beyond the basics (avoid sunlight, garlic, wolfsbane, silver, giant stakes in the heart, you name it.) It had some pretty good tips on how to slow the transformation, and of course what to do when we find the vampire who started all this.

We still don’t have any leads on said vampire, but I’m optimistic. It’s most likely they’re in this town or the next town over since they usually have to rest in their original grave during the day. Honestly it’s not surprising, all things about our local history considered...

Fwhip’s Diary, Sept. 30

We finally told Sausage. He wasn’t really buying my “sudden garlic allergy” story to begin with, and he was asking a lot of questions, so we figured we might as well let him on it instead of keeping secrets from him. And he’s taking the news pretty well actually! It turns out one of his cousins is a werewolf, which is… not quite the same thing? But his heart is in the right place.

He’s really enthusiastic about helping us with all this, which is helpful because he’s the only friend we know with a car. We want to drive to Dogwood Grove to investigate one of their graveyards. It’s the oldest one in the county, with a proper mausoleum and everything. Maybe we’ll find that vampire’s hideout and get him to turn me back. Maybe we won’t even have to use the crossbow I’m building.

Gem’s Diary, Oct. 2

This isn’t strictly related to our research, but I thought it was interesting. The author of that vampire lore compendium, X. Thorn, also wrote a book on demonology, and I was curious enough to check it out too.

Apparently Thorn was an expert on all things occult, but also just a little… weird. I suppose that comes with the territory. He wanted to summon a demon army and conquer the world. Or maybe become a demon? It wasn’t super clear by the end of the book to be perfectly honest. He was kind of obsessed with some demon called Xornoth that he wanted to summon (or maybe it was his demon-sona? it’s not really clear which of those it was, and he published these books like a hundred years ago so we can’t exactly ask him.) Incidentally, Thorn was from right here in Rivendell. I wonder if we’ll come across his name any more during our search.

Fwhip’s Diary, Oct. 3

Well, Sausage was the only friend we knew with a car. Now we’re all out of luck.

Last night we were coming back from a research trip to Dogwood Grove when a white fox ran out onto the road in front of us. Sausage swerved and luckily missed it, and his car wound up in the ditch. We’re all safe, if a bit shaken, but his car is totaled.

It’s weird… I didn’t know we had many foxes in these parts, much less arctic-looking foxes? I mean, I guess that’s not the absolute weirdest thing about this town (I’m literally turning into a vampire right now), but it’s still unusual.

In any case, we need to figure out a new ride soon. The recipe Gem found for substitute blood is fine, but I’m starting to get thirstier. A lot thirstier...

Gem’s Diary, Oct. 5

I’ve noticed Fwhip isn’t sleeping much anymore.

He stays up most of the day when we’re doing our research, although he can’t go outside without SPF 1000 and my old floppy beach hat. At night I usually find him in the garage working on his inventions. He’s always been a gearhead, but he only ever throws himself into his work to this extent when something is seriously bothering him. When I ask him how he’s taking all this he insists he’s fine, but… well, I’ve known him my whole life. I know when he’s lying.

There have been a couple recent incidents at night when I wake up in the small hours to find him standing at the bedroom window just staring. I call out to him, but he doesn’t hear me. It seems like he’s sleepwalking, which is something he’s never done our whole lives. After a few minutes he turns, looks at me with eyes that look right through me, and silently goes back downstairs. I ask him about it in the morning but he doesn’t remember any of it.

Fwhip’s Diary, Oct. 9

Good news, we found someone with a car who’s willing to help us get around! Bad news, it’s Sausage’s cousin… the werewolf.

Gem’s Diary, Oct. 9

Don’t get me wrong, Pearl seems really nice, and I’d probably get along with her great in any other circumstance. The problem is, well, the circumstance. I guess vampires and werewolves don’t exactly get along? It’s hard to describe the feeling I get around her, but I’m just so uneasy. I mean, for her part she’s polite to me, even if she might feel the same as I do.

I guess it’s good to have her on the team, and anyone to help us fight the vampire who turned me is good to have along. I just don’t want to have her around any more than we need to for right now. I’ll talk to Gem about that in the morning when she wakes up, hopefully she’s on the same page as me.

Pearl is the coolest person I think I’ve ever met. She has a van called Gilda that’s covered in sunflowers, she lives on a farm, she’s a classically-trained fencer, and she’s a werewolf?! I love her. I want her to join our group and also stay forever.

Fwhip’s Diary, Oct. 13

Gem found something in one of the books about hypnotism, and we decided to give it a try. It’s supposed to help slow the transformation process, which would be good because I feel less and less like myself every day.

The thing is, when I was in the trance I kept getting these visions. There were shapes I couldn’t make out at first, and a smell of somewhere damp and musty, and the sound of stone on stone. But then I saw myself standing in a cemetery, right in front of an old mausoleum. There was an angel statue next to it which was pointing at the doorway, and a great big oak tree behind it. I really get the feeling that I’ve seen this before. I just can’t remember where.

I’m not really sure if the hypnotism is working to hold off the transformation. My teeth – fangs, really – are sharper than ever before. And last night I dreamed I was flying through the night sky on dark wings. At least, I hope it was a dream.

Gem’s Diary, Oct. 18

We found the mausoleum from Fwhip’s vision! And get this, the family it belongs to? The Thorn family. That’s right, the same X. Thorn who wrote all those occult books. Somehow I knew he would come back up.

I did some more reading, and it looks like Thorn had a half-brother named Scott. Scott was actually one of Rivendell’s mayors, and he and his brother had a couple of public clashes that led to him stepping down from his mayoral seat. Then a few years later, he just apparently disappeared without a trace. In one of his last journal entries before his disappearance, he lists a bunch of symptoms eerily similar to vampirism: aversion to sunlight, sudden allergies to nightshade-family plants, and he couldn’t bring himself to enter the cathedral he had once attended regularly. If I’m right that Thorn was behind those incidents, we may have a solid lead. I’m going to see if I can find a picture of him to show Fwhip. That may help to confirm it.

I think we’re getting very close. I just hope we’re quick enough.

Fwhip’s Diary, Oct. 18

As soon as Gem showed me a portrait of X. Thorn, I knew that was who we’re after. It was just an old painting, but it sent a chill down my entire body. I would know that face anywhere. That’s the face that keeps me up at night. Those were the eyes I saw that night. The eyes of Xornoth, Dark Lord of the Night.

I know what we have to do now. Even if it destroys me, which the books say is about a 50/50 chance, we have to stop Xornoth for good.

I won’t let this happen to anyone else.

Gem’s Diary, Oct. 27

I’m starting to agree with Fwhip about garlic to be honest. We just had to buy, like so much. Garlic cloves, garlic flowers, garlic salt, garlic powder. It’s all for the binding ritual, which will hopefully go off without a hitch and get Fwhip back to normal without complications.

With the garlic, we have everything we should need now. Fwhip has his contraptions, I have the charged crystals, and Sausage got us some holy water. The only thing now is to wait for the next full moon.

Fwhip’s Diary, Nov. 6

Tonight was the night. It took a while for us to prepare everything, but we finished right before dusk. We all waited just outside the mausoleum door until we heard the scraping of stone against stone. Not long after, we heard an unearthly growl. That was our cue.

We found him trapped in the binding circle, spitting and hissing. When he saw us there, he got quiet for a second, and then started to laugh. This is the part I’d like to say that we were super cool and didn’t cower at all… and you know what? This is MY diary, and I want to keep my cool image. So yeah, we were like, “Hey Xornoth, turn me back into a human NOW or else we’ll send you back to your grave.” And he was like, “Oh no, please spare me! You’re too cool and that crossbow is super sick and-”

Gem’s Diary, Nov. 6

That’s not what happened.

Fwhip’s Diary

Yes, it totally is!

Gem’s Diary

Oh my god.

Fwhip’s Diary

Alright then, how would you tell it?

Gem’s Diary

Sausage screamed and your voice cracked when you were trying to confront Xornoth. And then he laughed at you. Pearl had to be the one to force him into starting the ritual to turn you back.

Fwhip’s Diary

Well, you also screamed.

Gem’s Diary

I’m not denying that! I’m just trying to keep you to the facts. Geez.

Fwhip’s Diary

In any case, the process worked! I have a reflection in the mirror again, and my teeth are slowly going back to normal. And we managed to banish Xornoth, or Thorn, or whatever you want to call him, back to his grave for good. A win all around, I’d say!

The one thing left that’s bothering me is, I think we’re missing one of the vials of blood replacement from the fridge. Gem was meticulous when she made those, with a date labeled on each vial so we could track my intake. The only other people who knew about those are Sausage and Pearl, and both of them swore they didn’t touch it. I just hope no one drank it. It has nasty consequences if you’re not already a vampire.

Well, that’s a problem for another day. At least we know none of our friends were dumb enough to drink it, right?

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Sausage’s Diary, Nov. 7

I’M A VAMPIRE NOW??? THIS IS SO AWESOME!!!!1!! I CAN’T WAIT TO SHOW PEARL!!! :D

#dawn writes

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