#and me and my cousin just immediately locked eyes like 'oh my /god/'

[milf-harrington]

tradie steve but only bc i wanna see him in the uniform

#idk if its bc im a small-rural-town australian or if its just a me thing but theres something about the hi-vis shirt/mining pants combo #that gets to me #i saw a couple guys crossing the road the other day and they had their shirts fully untucked and the top buttons were undone a little bit #like they were probably on their way to TAFE so they were dressed lazy #and me and my cousin just immediately locked eyes like 'oh my /god/' #so yeah i wanna see steve in the fading orange and the hi-vis stripes #imagining him picking the kids up from school and hes leaning against his car in the dirty steel caps and hes rolled his sleeves up #dreamy sigh #steve harrington #stranger things #captain speaks

[sokkadora]

reunion in song — modern!mizu x covey!reader

summary: reunion with your best friend (and crush) after coming home from college

a/n: im still new to this show so if this seems ooc for mizu im sorry 😭 reader is supposed to be loosely based off of lucy gray baird from the hunger games because i have been obsessed with her since i saw the ballad of songbirds and snakes

wc: 2k

warning(s): musical whimsy, mizu being smitten with reader, alcohol, bars, reader had a sleazy ex boyfriend, fighting, typical (but toned down) violence, use of y/n

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

It had been a long time since you’d been home, and for your first return to be at the tavern you’d performed at with your family when you were young had only made it better.

Your hands shakily gripped the fretboard of your guitar as the song your covey played was quickly coming to an end, trying to get a grip on the fact you were performing again after being off at school for so long.

You breathed in deeply, the smell of alcohol and a lively sweat filled your sinuses from the rowdy crowd dancing to the music, and breathed out.

Nothing you couldn’t handle before.

At least your friends would be there. Akemi, Taigen, Ringo, it was lovely to see and catch up with them again after coming home. But one person was missing.

God, you missed her the most.

You had frequently talked over the phone while you were gone, but since you had come back, you hadn’t seen her anywhere. But you had sent her an invite to see your covey here tonight. You always did, even when you weren’t performing with them. She always came and watched from the corner, at least when you were there.

She was your closest friend, and you loved her. Even if it was in a way you weren’t supposed to, but you hoped the feeling was mutual.

You heard your cousin, Maude Ivory, shout your name into the mic and it snapped you out of your thoughts.

You quickly hopped on stage with your instrument, the crowd immediately cheering at the sound of your name. You grinned so wide, you thought that you probably looked like a clown, but you didn’t care. It was good to be back in your element.

Maude Ivory stepped back from the mic, cheering for you with everyone else as you did a small twirl, and practically leaped towards the mic.

“Oh, hey there everyone!” You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, glancing around the crowd before you. “Did you miss me?”

“Yeah!”

You chuckled at their single response, “I bet you never expected to lay eyes on me again since I left for school, but I am back.” You grinned, nodding as you noticed your friends near the front, giving them a wave, not noticing the one you most yearned to see in the far back.

You crouched down and quickly took a swig from your water before turning your attention back towards your audience.

“Now, how about a song?” You queried, and the crowd responded by cheering once more. You grinned again and slowly began to strum the notes to a song you used to play often.

“Can’t take my past,

Can’t take my history,

You could take my Pa,

But his names a mystery,”

Mizu watched in awe of your voice in the back, reminded of how much overwhelming joy you filled her with just by laying eyes on you. Let alone hearing your voice; when you sang, she believed it was the most beautiful sound.

“Nothing you can take from me

Was ever worth keeping

No, nothing you can take

Was ever worth keeping,”

The covey soon kicked into gear after you ended the last note, the folky melody flooding the bar and echoing off the walls along with the stomping of boots from the crowd dancing.

Mizu fought back a smile, subtly nodding her head to the song as you performed it. Loving how you easily got back into the groove of performing, her eyes wandering over your form as you bopped along to the song.

“Can’t take my charm,

Can’t take my humor,

Can’t take my wealth,

Cause it’s just a rumor,”

Your eyes fell on your friends, you were happily clapping along to the song — Ringo a bit more than the other two, but it succeeded in drawing a bigger smile out of you before you zoned back in.

“Nothing you can take,

Was ever worth keeping,

No, nothing you can take

Was ever worth keeping,”

Mizu’s eyes followed your gaze to your friends before turning back to you, just when you looked in her directed and spotted her.

“Thinking you’re so fine..—“

Your smile dropped in surprise, eyes widening at the sight of the woman. The corner of Mizu’s lips couldn’t help but tug up, finally being able to meet your eyes for the first time in years that wasn’t through a camera.

You were even more beautiful than she remembered, and she already thought of you being more gorgeous than any flower or girl she’d ever come across.

“Thinking you’re in control,

Thinking you’ll change me,”

Your grin came back quickly, keeping your gaze on Mizu for a moment longer to memorize her rare smile before turning back to your audience.

“Maybe rearrange me,

Think again if that’s your goal,”

You began to hum into the mic before someone started stomping through the crowd, shouting your name. A woman chased after him and called his name as Mizu’s sharp gaze landed on him, narrowing her eyes at him immediately.

Why was he here?

You rolled your eyes, but continued strummming for the sake of your performance. It was your first performance back home, you weren’t about to let your ex boyfriend hinder your happiness.

His current girlfriend fought to get him away from the stage, her hand harshly gripping his arm but he yanked it away. He drunkenly stumbling towards the stage and attempted to hop on right in front of you with his accordion, causing you to cringe away, ceasing the playing of your guitar as the others slowly stopped right after you.

His girlfriend yanked back off stage.

“What are you trying to play with them, Yusei!?” She scolded. He placed his hand on the center of her chest and pushed her back, eliciting a gasp from the crowd that she stumbled into.

Another man pushed him for pushing his girlfriend, since everyone knew who she was.

The mayors daughter.

“Settle down- Settle down!” You announced into the mic, but no one paid you any mind.

A brawl began to break out, and Ringo quickly ushered your friends out while your ex crawled his way back onto the stage and gripped your long skirt tightly.

You attempted to back up and pull away, angling your guitar to your side as you glared down at him harshly.

“I know you miss me, (Y/N)!” He shouted, tugging at your skirt as you attempted to kick him off.

“You get your hands off me right now, I swear to god.”

Mizu began to step forward to yank the man off you, god knows how much she already hated him from past encounters, but a missed punched landed right on her jaw and she stumbled.

“Get your hands off me, Yusei!” You repeated in a shout, starting to panic as your hands gripped your guitar tightly.

The guitar strings began to leave marks on your fingers as Mizu recollected herself and marched over to the man, decking him in the face and effectively knocking him off you. You gasped as she punched him a second and third time before Ringo began dragging him off, and Maude Ivory tugged you off stage and through the back exit of the bar.

After getting outside, Mizu spit the blood out of her mouth after accidentally biting her tongue when getting punched and Ringo laughed.

“I never thought I’d have to save you,”

Mizu huffed a small laugh, before her mind returned to you, “She’s back.” She whispered, and Ringo’s eyes lit up with her.

———

“You think I’m gone cause I left…”

Mizu paused on her search through the woods and meadows surrounding your hometown for you after hearing from Maude Ivory, looking to where the voice was coming from.

“But I’m the trees,

I’m in the breeze,”

Her feet began to move absentmindedly towards the singing, feeling inexplicably drawn to it. There you were. A smile quickly made its way onto her lips as she cleared the clump of trees onto the top of a hill, overlooking a meadow from its edge of flowers and tall grass.

“My footsteps on the ground,

You’ll see my face in every place

but you can’t catch me now,”

Her eyes landed on the back of someone’s head, the beautiful plucking of their guitar strings filling her head with a nostalgic sound she’d only felt when she was with you.

Snap!

Your head whipped around quickly at the sound of a twig snapping, your gaze quickly landing on the blue eyed woman a few feet behind you.

“Maude Ivory said I might find you out here,” Mizu spoke softly as you felt your cheeks heat up, and turned to set your guitar down against the rock you rested on.

“She was right,” You smiled softly, making your way around the rock to stand just a few feet away from Mizu. It was still too far for your liking, your body itched to run to her and feel her arms around you again, but it’d been so long…

“I’m glad you’re back,” Mizu spoke, with a warmth to her tone that was rarely ever there with the average person. But you weren’t a stranger to her. You never would be. She made her way to you, looking down at you as there was finally less than a foot of space between you. “I missed you. More than you’ll ever know.”

You smiled softly up at her, your gaze running over every curve on her face, admiring her. You wished you could’ve been home sooner, maybe if you’d never left…

You teared up, your gaze turning down and staying on her collarbone, you felt ashamed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come home sooner,” You began, and Mizu furrowed her brows in confusion. “I wanted to. I wanted to see you more than anything — I missed you more than anything, but I couldn’t afford the trip and tuition. I’m so sorry.”

Mizu put her hands on either side of your head, her thumbs rubbing the curve of your cheekbones as you looked up at her with so much love.

“It’s alright,” She whispered her reassurance, looking down into your eyes and then your lips before leaning down. She stopped right before kissing you, her forehead gently pressing against yours as she silently asked for permission.

Your stomach flipped as your hands came up to grip her shirt, your eyes fluttering shut before she tilted your head up and pressed her mouth against yours.

It was needy, almost pleading for you to never part and be that far from her again as her chapped lips molded to yours like they were made for resting against your own.

Your hands came up to grip her wrists as you parted, eyes still shut before she pressed her lips against your again, pulling you closer to her desperately. You let out a small whimper before you heard a whistle from behind you, and pulled apart to see one of your cousins waving and bounding towards the two of you.

“Looks like the proper authorities are looking for you,” You said softly, your hand resting on top of the one hand that still rested against your head before walking up towards Maude Ivory. “I’ll handle this; they’ll be here about the fight last night.”

“When will you be free again?” Mizu asks curiously, wanting to be in your presence again as soon as she could.

You smiled, stepping back down to take her hands in your own. “There’s a lake out in the woods if you remember.” You remind her, and her mind wanders to all the trips you’d take there as kids. “If you meet me here tomorrow we can go there. Like old times.”

“Like old times,” Mizu nodded, repeating your words before gently grabbing your face in one hand, planting one more kiss on your lips. “See you then.”

#mizu x reader #mizu x you #blue eye samurai x reader #mizu x oc #you x mizu #reader x mizu #mizu / reader #mizu/reader #you/mizu #reader/mizu #luzura writes #olive writes #zoe's works #my works

[2hightocare]

nipple piercings??? ISEUL GOT NIPPLE PIERCINGS?? WHAT WAS HER PARENTS REACTION CUZ I WOULD HAVE FAINTED IF MY DAUGHTER GOT NIPPLE PIERCINGS

“Oh my god, let me see them! Did it hurt?” Ye Seol giggles as she urges Iseul to raise her crop top, which she shakes her head before lifting it, revealing the pretty heart piercings, and then quickly covering herself again. “Yes, like a motherfucker. Don’t tell my parents though, they’ll literally beat my ass,” Iseul nervously giggles as the girls' eyes widen. “They don’t know?” Hana gasps, making Iseul feel worse for lying to her parents. Iseul had brought it up to her mom since she didn’t really want to talk about getting her nipples pierced with her dad. Her mom obviously said no, and Iseul, being Iseul, did not care and did it anyway—she was eighteen anyway, so why not?

“Y/N is going to kill you, Seul,” Nari shakes her head. “Do we just know, or?” Ye Seol asks Iseul, who’s running a hand through her beautifully done long locks. “Ye Joon, he took me to get them done,” Seul bites her lip nervously as Nari shakes her head disapprovingly. “Why would he let you do that? You’re going to get in so much trouble, Seul. I’m already imagining what your mom and dad would say,” she says, which earns her a pillow thrown at her by her twin.

“Stop making Iseul feel bad. She already got them, she can’t do anything about it anymore, so stop making her feel bad,” Ye Seol tells her sister, who rolls her eyes. “I wouldn’t trust Ye Joon with that information. He literally can’t keep a secret to save his life—he accidentally snitched when Jae and that one girl were fucking in your bathroom,” Hana brings up, making Iseul cringe, remembering the shit show that broke out in her house. “Well, it’s been months. He definitely changed,” Iseul says confidently.

Never. Fucking. Mind.

Ye joons eyes widened the moment the words left his mouth, “did the piercings heal?” He asked before realizing his mistake. Everyone was in the living room talking about random stuff that had happened in the pasts days— but no other than iseuls babbler mouth boyfriend sits down beside her and Jae dropping the question nonchalantly before he could stop it. Iseul’s heart dropped to her ass, as she watches her dad shoot up an eyebrow and her mom sending her a glare, since she hasn’t noticed any new piercing that was noticeable to the eyes.

“What piercing?” Jungkook asks taking a sip of his wine. A small nervous chuckle leaves iseuls mouth shooting a death glare at her cousin who’s silently apologizing. “Um, next topic!” Iseul immediately says which gets everyone’s attention, her cousins mentally face palmed.

“What piercings Jeon iseul.” Y/n says, her voice dropping a bit more making it scary. Before Iseul knew her mom was up from her seat next to her dad and marching to her. Y/n got iseul by her arm and pulled her to one of the guest rooms. Jungkook looked around confused before standing up and making his way where his wife and daughter are in.

“You got a fucking nipple piercing Iseul are you serious?” Y/n gasps as she stares at the piercings anger clear in her voice and face. “Take them out right now iseul.” Y/n points shaking her head, her hands rubs over her face with a loud sigh. “You’re so grounded,” y/n mummers. Iseul had never gotten grounded before and to be getting grounded at the age of eighteen was the stupidest thing— in her mind— but again she did go against her moms approval so maybe she did need to be grounded. Guilt started flowing through Iseul as she nods sadly not wanting to argue with her mom, one: her mom was already angry as fuck, two: she hated arguing with her mom.

“I’m sorry I just really wanted them and I’m legal age mom.” Iseul softly says, before y/n could reply a soft knock is heard from the other side of the door.

“Who?” Iseuls mom says, “me can I come in.” Jungkook says from outside the door. “Come in.” Y/n sighs watching her husband come in, his arm immediately wraps around his wife waist like if it was second nature. “What’s wrong?” Iseuls dad asks, worried clear on his face as he rubbed his hand behind his wife’s back to calm her down— “go ahead tell him.” Y/n nudges her head to the side pointing to her husband as Iseul sighs. “I got nipple piercings.” Iseul cringed.

“Excuse me what?” Jungkooks eyes widened shaking his head in disbelief making sure he heard right. “I got nipple piercings” Iseul repeats as Jungkook stares at her dumbfounded, his jaw on the floor as he hears his only daughter say whatever bullshit he just heard.

“Why oh my god.” Jungkook cringes not even wanting to image, his nose scrunched up. “Cause I wanted them.” Iseul says which got her a glare from her mom. Iseul was grounded, and by grounded they meant not paying for her phone bill and taking away her going out privileges, in her parents defense she was still in highschool and living in their house.

#ask! kuwtb💌 #jungkook fanfic #jungkook #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader

[bellatrixscurls]

boyfriend!billy hargrove; thoughts.

warning : bipolar disorder, crybaby!reader, mean!billy at some point and then just fluff.

he is just so awkward and mean at first and i imagine you being a crybaby, so its very often that he makes you cry or even throw a tantrum while sobbing violently because of him.

“oh, yeah! now go ahead and fucking cry. god you’re such a baby” he spat, rolling his eyes as you sat in your corner, choking on sobs.

you looked up at him with puffy eyes. “hate y-you” your heart broke as you said it, but it was the truth, you hated billy right in that moment.

he turned to you, his jaw clenched and he felt his chest tighten, but he managed to pretend further. “like i give a shit.”

but every single time he makes you cry, he brings you flowers and cuddles you the next day, saying how sorry he is and how much of an idiot he’s been for hurting his baby. and you always fall for it.

“p-promise?” you sniffled, bottom lip wobbling as his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes staring right into your own, arms holding you tightly against him.

“pinky promise, sweetheart” he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering for a bit before he moved in his previous position, “m never doing that again to you, never.”

but lord knows he does it again, and again. and it hurts him everytime too.

“you promised me!” you shouted, hitting him on the chest, your hands much too weak to hurt him, though.

and billy couldn’t say anything, not even protest like he usually did.

and after having calmed down, you only let out quiet sobs, your head heavy and nailprints in your palms, “get out” you muttered calmly, and he gave you a weird look, “get the fuck out!”

and obviously, he keeps ‘making it up to you’. until you do not fall for it anymore.

“you’re gonna have to do more than that this time, billy” you sighed, it hurt you to say that.

and he looked at you, clearly defeated, leaving the flowers on the table. “anything, i’ll do anything, sweetheart. just tell me and i’ll do it.”

so you tell him. you set a couple of rules, mostly trying to let him know that he has to change something this time. he has to let you in, and not push you away.

first, he starts picking out the flowers and not bring you the first one he sees at the shop.

“i brought you lilies!” he exclaimed happily, wide eyes looking up at you for validation. “i just thought you’d like them. they’re pretty. they, uh, r-remind me of you” he smiled to himself, looking down at the pretty flowers.

“they are, indeed, pretty” you leaned down to take a sniff, humming to yourself as you gave him a small smile, “do you think i’m pretty?”

billy blushed for a second, silently cursing himself for saying that out loud, but you found it entirely too cute. “so pretty.”

and then he opens up to you, and actually talks to you instead of yelling everytime he doesn’t like something. still, he keeps whining and acting like a baby the whole time, but you understand him. after all, he is doing his best.

“he was touching you!” he whined, pouting up at you.

“billy, he is my cousin” you tried to reason with him, but it was no use. billy was a jealous one.

“well he obviously likes you anyway, the freak” he muttered grumpily, pulling you into his lap, and holding your waist between his big hands.

you giggled at his furrowed brows, and his annoyed expression, your hands coming up to card through his locks. “but i don’t like him, hm? i don’t. can you trust me?”

and he nodded pathetically, of course he trusted you.

“love you, honey.”

and so of course he still has his moments where he just wants to scream and shout and old billy comes back. but his ego isn’t as big now. he hates seeing you hurt by bad old billy. so he comforts you everytime, apologising profusely and actually making it up to you.

frustrated, with his hands tugging at his locks, billy heard a quiet sniffle and his eyes fell on you; you were curled up in your bed. scared, after billy had yelled at you for something stupid.

billy’s eyes softened and his arms immediately engulfed you into a hug, pulling you flush against his chest. “no no no. no tears, angel” he shushed you, pressing hard kisses on your forehead, his eyes closing as tears start running down his cheeks. “he went away, my love. it’s alright, he’s gone now.”

and you just kept whimpering, “y-yeah?” you asked, eyes hopeful as you moved your neck so you could look into his eyes, billy’s heart breaking at the mess he’d made of you. “don’t like him, like you. love you, billy.”

“i love you, sweetheart. love you til the end of time” he reassured, kissing your head countless times trying to soothe you, “i’ll do better, i swear. will be better for you, my angel.”

and then he spends the rest of the day spoiling you, trying not to push you too much as your mind had turned foggy, and you were even more sensitive than usual.

he watched two movies with you, cuddled and made dinner for the two of you while you were taking a nap.

then, you buy him a little teddy bear, but not a normal one. this one is a teddy bear for people with a bipolar disorder, and it changes moods whenever billy’s does — because, obviously, he still has some moments when he is quiet and not verbal for him to tell you what is wrong.

“so you can let me know how you are even when you don’t feel like speaking about it” you said sweetly, handing him the bear.

billy took it and looked at it, perplexed, for a few seconds. he flipped it over a few times and you saw his eyes light up; he had found the buttons. as a matter of fact, at the bottom of the bear were some buttons, every mood written down next to its own button.

he flicked one of them and the teddy bear’s angry face turned into a smile and happy eyes. you felt like crying in that moment, and so you did.

you sobbed against his chest as billy sobbed into your hair. it was just such an emotional moment, and you were sure that if anyone were to watch you, they would think you were complete freaks. but it all made sense to you, both of you.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove angst

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

In Plain Sight (Part 7)

Summary: It’s Christmas time for the Ackles family and Crew! But the reader and Crew’s sneaking around could only last so long and the truth coming out can be explosive...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader (with lots of daughter!reader x OMC)

Word Count: 6,300ish

Warnings: language, brief mention of drama/child abuse, family angst, implied smut

A/N: Here’s the big one for ya! I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I have! It was so much fun to do something a bit different!

______

One Week Later

“Hey,” you said, slipping into Crew’s room at the cabin your dad had rented. He’d gotten in not long ago and spent the better part of that time being introduced to relatives left and right.

“Hey,” he said, voice laced with tiredness. “Are you sure it’s cool I get my own room? All the kids are sharing and-”

“My cousins and siblings love to bunk together. This house has like ten bedrooms.” You rested your hands on his waist, pulling his body flush with yours. “You okay? I know it’s a lot of new people.”

“I’m good. I didn’t realize you had so many cousins.”

“Yeah. I’m the oldest by a good ten years so I apologize in advance for the constant piggyback rides they’ll request.”

“No it’s fine. I like being in a house full of people again,” he said as the door burst open, your little brother bursting in. 

“Crew! We’re going sledding! Will you go with me?” he asked, hopping up and down on his tip toes. 

“Crew just got here after a long drive. Maybe-”

“Of course, buddy. Why don’t you go get ready and I’ll be there in a minute?” said Crew. Your brother took off, Crew smiling when you cocked your head. “I just need a couple minutes to myself.”

“Okay,” you said, pecking a lightening fast kiss on his lips. You started to leave when he chuckled, tugging on the back of your jeans.

“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere,” he said, pushing the door shut, locking the door quietly. He cupped your cheeks, devouring your mouth with slow, kitten kisses. “I missed you the past few days.”

“You should have come up with us yesterday.”

“I needed to find your present which is awesome if I do say so myself.” 

“Please tell me it’s something small. I’m not a fancy gift kind of girl.”

“You’ll have to wait three days to find out,” he said, booping you on the nose, a devilish smirk on his cheeks. “Want to watch a movie with me tonight?”

“Is that code for sex?” you laughed. He put a hand on his chest, gasping to himself.

“You heathen!” You whacked his chest, Crew giggling, pulling you against his firm body. “I was simply asking if you wanted to watch a feature film with a gentleman such as myself. If your deviant hands wander, well that’s your fault.”

You grinned, earning a wet, teasing kiss, a tiny scratch of stubble on his jaw from where he hadn’t shaved in the past few days. “And if your tongue wanders?”

“Oh well we can’t trust that thing. It has a mind of it’s own when it comes to you.” Large hands slid around to your ass, squeezing each mound of flesh playfully. “Where’s your room?”

“Right across the hall. No one’s down here but us,” you said. “Plenty of privacy.”

“You and that heathen behavior again,” he said with a shake of his head. 

“Heathen behavior would be me telling you I packed my vibe.” His eyes immediately darkened as you trailed a finger across the broad plains of his chest. “Oh how easily you can be corrupted.”

“Corruption with you sounds hella fun,” he chuckled, footsteps echoing outside the hall. He forced himself away and unlocked the door, the nerves creeping back into his features. “You’re sure I’m not in the way being here?”

“Crew. If we didn’t want you here we wouldn’t have asked.” 

“But it’s not just your family. It’s your whole family and I don’t want to screw any of that up,” he said as the door opened slowly, your dad poking his head in.

“Hey. Calm down,” he said, Crew breathing deeply. “You’re not screwing anything up, alright? You’re here cause you’re family. End of discussion. When you need a break, because god knows I love these people but five days with all of them is a lot, then take a break. No one will think you’re weird. Y/N normally gets sick of us on day two and runs off with her camera so relax. Join in the stuff you want to, take the space you need. And now’s a good time to tell you both that we got the cabin for an extra week for just us so you are welcome to stay for that too Crew.”

“I think I got to take it one day at a time.” 

“That’s perfectly okay,” said your dad, clasping Crew on the shoulder, smiling softly. “We want this to be fun for you. Now go throw on some snow pants before the twins come dragging you out of here. Between my brother and me you should find a pair that fits.”

“Thanks, Jensen.” He glanced back at you and you nodded.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” He eased some, heading out of the room as your dad stood by you. 

“Try to peel him away when you need a break from us. He’ll probably need one too.”

“Of course. Between you, me and mom we’ll try to make this good for him.” 

“That’s my girl,” he said, kissing the top of your head. “And I will try to convince grandma and grandpa that he’s not your boyfriend. They got it stuck in their heads for some strange reason.”

You laughed nervously, your dad shaking his head. 

“Yeah, I don’t know either. So. Sledding?”

“Sure. I’ll go change,” you said, ducking across the hall, shutting the door behind yourself. You leaned against it, breathing slowly. “This is going to be harder than we thought.”

You knew Crew was enjoying himself when you heard his laugh echoing down the hall the next evening. You turned the corner with your camera out, Crew red in the face from laughter, half his face covered in green frosting. Your uncle’s were sporting red and white frosting in their hair, meanwhile your dad was nowhere in view but you could see his legs from behind the island.

“No, no, stop! I’m gonna tell mom and dad!” you heard him laugh. You jogged over and leaned across the island with arms outstretched, camera aimed downwards, snapping a picture. “Y/N! Don’t you dare!”

“Oh my god,” you laughed, a picture of him half pinned down, half covered in every color frosting in the house popping up on your screen. “Who thinks this should be dad’s new insta profile pic?”

“No!” he shouted as the rest of them shouted a resounding yes. “I’ll disown you!”

“Eh, you’re not that scary,” you said, quickly uploading it to the cloud and finding it on your phone. “Let’s do a poll, see what your fans that follow me think.”

“Mom!” shouted Jensen. “I’m being bullied!”

“I don’t hear any bullying!” she shouted back from the den, your mom and aunts cackling to each other when you dad huffed. 

“Y/N don’t you dare post that!” he said. You leaned over the counter, showing him the picture as your uncle continued to slap more frosting in his hair. 

“But you and Crew look cute!” You hit post, Crew immediately sitting up. 

“Wait. You didn’t say I was in the picture!” Without his help your dad was able to pop up, the pair of them staring you down. “Jensen.”

“I’m thinking the same thing, Crew.” They shared a particularly evil looking smile and you took off running for the front of the house, bypassing where your grandpa was playing a board game with some of your cousins. You ran behind him, Crew and your dad standing at the entrance of the room.

“Y/N, can I see your camera?” asked your grandpa. You assumed he wanted to see the picture, surprised when he snatched it out of your hands along with your phone. “Go on.”

“Grandpa!” Your jaw dropped. “You’re going to let your evil child smother me in frosting just like that?”

“Of course not. He’s going to give you a ten second head start.” You blinked, your little cousins giggling. “Eight. Seven.”

You took off past them, the two of them moving when you hit three seconds to go. “You’re cheating!”

“Who said we were going to follow the rules?” laughed your dad as you sprinted past the den, more than a few heads turned your way, watching you race around the family room. Your dad ducked into the kitchen, speaking for a moment with your uncles and grabbing a can of frosting, suddenly all four of them grinning. 

“Oh fuck.” You decided to take your chances and ran out the back door in your slippers, grateful they were like boots and you were able to spare your feet from the cold snow.

Until you felt a tackle from behind that was, rolling onto your back just in time to see Crew kneeling over you. A glob of pink frosting came out of nowhere, smeared all down your face. There wasn’t much you could do at that point except smush the frosting your attackers already wore, giggling when you opened your eyes and saw Crew with a blue mohawk for hair.

“You look fucking ridiculous,” you laughed.

“Tell that to your face,” chuckled your uncle, some of the snow nearby turning a mixture of colors.

“Hey. Hooligans,” said your grandpa, aiming your camera at you. The five of you managed to brush yourselves off, Crew picking you up in his arms with a laugh. “Bet you’re glad you came to this hot mess of a family gathering, aren’t you Crew?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he chuckled, your grandpa taking a few more pictures before he was laughing to himself.

“We better go clean up,” said your dad, everyone carefully trudging inside and heading off for their bathrooms.

“You can let me down, Crew,” you said when you were alone.

“Oh the others might have given up but I caught you. I get to do as I please,” he whispered. You dared to swipe your thumb over his frosting covered lips and suck on it, Crew groaning. “Well now I need to shower first for that boner you gave me.”

“Kids?” said your mom, Crew quickly spinning with you. She had your camera and snapped a quick picture, looking very smug with herself. “Aw, don’t you two look adorable.”

“We’re always adorable,” said Crew, your mom laughing, opening the door to the bathroom for you. 

“Crew, you can use the bathroom upstairs. It’s going to take Y/N a minute to get that frosting out of her hair.” You froze when you saw yourself in the mirror, immediately starting to laugh. “Oh yeah, you all look like idiots. But we love you anyways. Now go wash up and leave your clothes outside the door. I’ll clean it up.”

“Thank you mom!” you said, Crew pecking a kiss on her cheek, causing her to shriek when it left behind a big glob..

“Thanks Dee!” he said, skipping off as she huffed. 

“You’re just as bad as him!” she shouted. She shook her head, setting your camera down in your room, returning as you kept on staring into the mirror. “Do you need help?” 

“I think I’m just going to get under the water in my clothes and peel them off,” you said, turning the shower on. She shut the door as you climbed under, pulling the curtain closed, watching the frosting fall off to the shower floor. It washed out easier than you thought, your mom collecting the wet items as you handed them around the curtain. “I think I’m good.”

“Shout if you need something,” she said, lightly laughing to herself. “You know you just made that boy feel like part of the family.”

“I know. Why do you think I did it?” you giggled.

“He’s lucky to have you.”

Twenty minutes later you were on the couch in the family room, your aunts and uncles having relocated to watch a movie with you. You did a double take when Crew came downstairs in nothing but a towel, damp hair sticking up at odd angles, quickly scurrying through the room and down the far hall where your rooms were.

“No wonder that show of yours is doing so well,” teased your aunt, your dad whacking the back of her head. “He’s a good looking boy!”

“What? You think I’ve been working out like crazy for fun?” he said, flexing his arms.

“People are not watching the show for your ugly mug,” she laughed, your dad pulling her into a headlock. “Mom!”

“Don’t call your brother ugly, honey and Jensen stop tormenting your sister,” said your grandma as she drank the last of her wine. 

“Oh no, she’s right,” said Crew, returning in a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a long sleeve white henley. “Jensen’s horrendous.”

“Exactly!” she said, holding up her hand for a high five. “Crew gets it!”

“Yeah, yeah, he gets it,” said your dad, pulling Crew down into the spot beside him, giving him a noogie but failing due to his wet, slippy hair. He sighed, slumping down with crossed arms. “Someone put on a movie before this awful family bullies me more.”

“You love it,” said one of your aunts as you got up to refill your glass of wine. Crew followed after, keeping his voice low as you found a glass for him.

“Sit next to me,” he murmured as you handed him the bottle. 

“Probably not wise. My dad is oblivious but the rest of the family is not,” you whispered. “Come to my room tonight?”

“Alright. I’ll be there, kid.” he said. He squeezed your hand behind the safety of the island, offering you a quick smile. 

“Love you,” you said, barely audible but his pinky latching onto yours told you he’d heard it. 

“Back at ya,” he whispered, letting your hand go, returning to the couch beside Jensen, your dad’s arm slinging over his shoulders.

You were warm when you woke up the next morning. Very, very warm. You curled your body and felt something firm yet soft beneath you. Blinking open your eyes, you spotted a sleeping Crew, his hair adorably messy as you used his bare chest as a pillow. Damn, he made a good heater. You were pretty sure the only blanket you had on was barely covering your ass and yet you still felt perfectly cozy.

You traced a line over his chest, Crew smiling as he woke, kissing you lazily, a thought nagging at the back of your mind. 

“Honey bun, time to get-” Your eyes flew open, your dad slack jawed in the doorway, staring at where you and Crew were very much naked in bed together. He slammed the door shut, the two of you quickly scrambling out of bed, Crew throwing his sweatpants back on while you did your best to tug a bra on and Crew’s henley.

You had your underwear pulled up when Crew gave you a quick glance, opening the door, your dad right there. “Jensen we-”

Your dad’s face was furrowed, an eerily quiet rage in his features you’d only seen from him on a TV screen. “Get out of this house. Leave your shit and get the fuck out of this house now.”

“Dad we-” 

“Get your ass out!” shouted your dad, voice booming so loud you were sure everyone heard. Crew flinched and opened his mouth, your dad’s eye twitching. “Now!”

Crew shrank back into himself, lowering his head and quickly going past. 

“Crew!” You tried to follow after but an iron clad grip grabbed your arm, your dad’s fury now aimed at you. “What the fuck was that!”

“He takes advantage of you and you’re pissed at me?” You yanked on your arm, his hand not budging.

“He’s my boyfriend! What is wrong with you!” you said, trying to go after Crew, hearing a car rev in the driveway. “Let go of me.”

“You were engaged less than four months ago and now he’s in your bed? He’s not your boyfriend. He’s taking advantage of you!” he yelled. 

“No he’s not! I don’t give a shit about Anthony! Crew is my boyfriend! He has been for nearly two months! You’re too thick headed to see me as anything but a little girl.”

“He’s using you for sex!” he shouted.

“I took his damn virginity! We love each other!”

“No you do not!” he bellowed, tightening his grip on your arm. “He’s manipulating you!”

“Just because you were by that crazy bitch doesn’t mean he’s doing that to me! You just ruined his fucking Christmas when he was so scared to come here. You’re not just his friend, asshole. You’re like a dad to him and you just destroyed your relationship with him forever all because you can’t get it in your head that I’m not a fucking child!”

He stared at you, his grip easing enough for you to slip out. You grabbed a pair of leggings from the floor and tugged them on, barely grabbing your phone before you were storming down the hall, ignoring the looks of your family. You were semi-grateful it seemed like the little kids were playing outside and hadn’t overheard.

“Y/N-” said your mom as you shoved on your boots and grabbed the keys to the SUV from the front table. “Y/N.”

“If he wants to apologize, he can. Otherwise I’m finding Crew and spending Christmas with him.” You took your coat off the hook and headed outside, in the car and down the road, trying to track down Crew before he got too far ahead of you.

He didn’t get far at all though. His car was parked at the far end of the driveway, hidden from sight, his head slumped over the steering wheel. You parked behind him and got out, Crew jumping when you knocked on his window.

“Honey,” you said, ripping the door open, pulling him out of the car into a hug. 

“He hates me so much. I figured it’d be awkward but I never thought he’d fucking hate me,” he said. You hugged him tight, Crew suddenly pushing you away. “Go back.”

“What?” you asked, Crew shaking in the cold. “Where’s your coat? And your fucking boots? Fuck Crew.” 

You walked him over to his passenger side door, pushing him inside, giving him your coat to at least try to cover himself with. You slid behind his wheel and blasted the heat, Crew sniffling quietly. “Crew. Why didn’t you get your coat or boots?”

“He scared me,” he said, closing his eyes. “He was so angry.”

“Crew, my dad would never hurt you. He isn’t violent.”

“Well some dads hurt their kids!” he shouted. His bottom lip wobbled as you narrowed your eyes.

“Who hurt you.” He shook his head, looking out the window. “Hey, I know people can be pieces of shit. My birth mother slapped me so hard I had a bruise on half my face for two weeks. My dad was so disgusted with himself for not stopping it he could barely look at me. Who fucking hurt you?”

Crew sighed, throwing his head back against the headrest. “I went to a foster home after my family was gone. The father was…” He shivered, letting you tuck the jacket around him. “He’d get loud and then he’d smack us around. Told me if I said a word about it he’d do worse to me. Jensen got so loud it felt like I was back in that house waiting to get hurt again.”

“Crew.” You ran a hand through his hair, wrapping him up in your arms. “Honey, I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

“You should go,” he said quietly, resting his head on your shoulder. “It’s Christmas eve. I don’t want to ruin it even more for you than I have.”

“You ruined nothing. He’s the one that acted like a neanderthal. I am spending Christmas with you and that’s that. Give me one second and then we’ll go get some breakfast.”

You jogged back to the SUV, finding a pair of your dad’s sneakers shoved away in a gym bag, your hoodie and some money in the glovebox before you hopped back into the car. You gave him back his shirt and put on the sweatshirt, Crew a little more at ease. “Where are we going?”

“We are going to go have our own Christmas and nothing’s going to get in our way.”

Four Hours Later

“I used to want to be a basketball player until I realized I wasn’t tall enough,” laughed Crew, munching on his box of chicken nuggets. “I thought I-”

You both turned to the knock at the motel door, three loud thumps drowning out the Christmas movie you had on in the background. “I’ll get it.”

“I’m not letting you get the door at a motel, Y/N,” said Crew, quickly hopping up to his feet. He peered through the eye hole, closing his eyes. “It’s Jensen.”

“He probably put a freaking tracking app on my phone or some shit. I’ll deal with him.” Crew went back to the bed, his back to the door as you opened it quickly, slipping outside.

“Hi,” he said, nose and cheeks pink from the cold. “Can I come inside?”

“How’d you find us?” you asked, crossing your arms. He nodded to Crew’s vehicle. 

“Texas plates on Crew’s kind of car. Figured you didn’t have that much cash on you. Only took a few hours of driving around to find you.” He forced a smile. “If I’m not allowed inside, can we talk in the car at least? It’s freezing out here.”

You sighed, following him to the SUV, climbing into the passenger seat. He was quiet, watching the motel door closely. “I know I probably lost him for good but tell me I didn’t screw up so badly I lost you too.”

“Of course you didn’t.” You rested your head against the cold glass. “I was cruel to you. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you. But it was deserved.”

“Dad,” you scoffed, turning in your seat to face him. “No you didn’t. I’m know better and I knew exactly what to say to make you feel awful and that was wrong of me.”

“I hurt Crew. I backed you into that position.” He paused a beat. “How long have you two been together?”

“Just after Halloween. Almost two months,” you said, crossing your arms. “But the attraction was there from the start.”

“I’ve sort of realized that I should have picked up on the fact that my two introverts were suddenly stuck on each other like glue. I thought you guys were just best friends.”

“He is my best friend. He’s also someone…dad, I love him. I know the difference between what I had with Anthony and what I get with Crew. This isn’t something childish and Crew never pressured me into anything. We flirted but it…I need him to be okay and I’ve never felt the way I do about him about anyone.” 

He closed his eyes, nodding to himself. “There’s so much I want to say to try and explain where my head was at. It doesn’t matter though. All that does is that I apologize to the two of you for being an asshole.”

“I think you owe it to Crew to try and explain. Because honestly, he’s scared of you, and you will not go back to the way it was between you two if you don’t open up too.” 

“I know.” He slowly opened his eyes. “He ran out of the house so fast he didn’t even take his shoes. I saw him flinch too. I didn’t like that.”

“Do you know…” you trailed off, your dad staring blankly. “He’s never told you about his time in foster care, has he.”

“He doesn’t like to talk about it. Why?” You crossed your arms, squeezing your eyes shut. “No. Do not tell me some asshole laid a hand on him and that’s why he took off so fast earlier.”

“You two guys need to talk and as much as I know you hate it, you have to be fucking open with him and I mean you drop down every single wall you have.” You nodded at the door. “And you need to do it without me there. I’ll be here until you’re done, okay?”

He put a hand on the door, a small soft appearing on his face. “I’m sorry I took out my anger at Abigail and that prick Anthony on you two. I just can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt and god, Abigail wanted to hurt you again. That feeling of being in the dark and feeling like a betrayal when I saw Crew with you made me-”

“Overreact. I know. That’s why I forgive you and I forgave you for snapping at me. But Crew doesn’t know you like I do, which is why you need to go fix this.” He opened the door, sliding outside. 

“Y/N.” He gave you a single nod. “Why do you forgive me so easily?”

“Because you’re my dad and you only do the things you do because you love me. It’s hard to stay mad at someone for loving you.” 

“Even when I hurt your boyfriend?”

“That’s between you and him now. Stop stalling and get in there. It won’t make this any easier.”

“Wish me luck,” he said, forcing a smile before he shut the door. You watched him go to the motel room and slowly push the door open, ducking inside.

You slumped down in your seat and sighed. “Please let them figure this out.”

One Hour Later

You blinked open your eyes when your dad knocked on your window. You opened the door, following him into the motel room where Crew stood, arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed.

“Crew and I were unable to-”

“Jensen’s a dick,” snapped Crew, freezing you in place. Your dad glared at him, your heart sinking.

“You slept with my daughter you son of a bitch,” he growled.

“It wasn’t the first time either,” shot back Crew. Your dad got in his face as you flung yourself forward, pushing them apart. 

“Stop! What is wrong with you two!” you said, hands keeping them at bay. “I-” Crew’s lip curled up as he started to snort, your dad shrugging with a grin when you turned to him. “Oh you two fuckers! I hate both of you!”

“It was totally my idea,” said your dad. “We worked through the script for quite a while. Of course the rookie here had to go and break character early.”

“We worked out a whole stunt routine and everything,” said Crew. You flipped them both off, grabbing your coat from the bed and tugging it on. “Uh oh. I think we pissed her off.”

“She forgives easily,” chuckled your dad, throwing his arm over Crew’s shoulders, the pair of them smiling as you felt some of your rage simmer down. “We worked it out, honey bun.”

“How much did you work it out or did you two avoid the conversation by deciding to prank me?” you asked with a scowl. Your dad ruffled Crew’s hair gently. It was only then that you noticed both of their eyes were tinged red. “Were you crying?”

“Pft,” said your dad as Crew nodded. “Okay, yeah. Maybe there was a bit of that. But it’s only because we care about each other and no, not because of you. We had to remind ourselves we have our own relationship that exists outside of you as my kid and Crew as your boyfriend. Once we got past that, I’d say we’re in a different place.”

“A better place than we were even before,” said Crew, your dad rubbing his back. “But I did have to promise to minimize the chances of him walking in on us together.”

“We will be locking the door more diligently,” you said, waving towards the door. “Now can we get out of this reject of a Supernatural episode and go back to our nice Christmas themed cabin? Where I won’t catch a disease?”

“I think we can do that,” said your dad, pulling you into a hug with the two of them. “But going forward, please don’t hide things from me. I won’t press or say a word if Crew stays over or you stay over his place but I just want to know what’s going on in your lives. Both of you. And you don’t get to hog him anymore, Y/N. I still get to do shit with him.”

“We can share,” you said, hugging them both. “Crew. I apologize in advance for sort of letting it slip in a moment of anger to the whole family that you were a virgin before.”

“It’s fine. I’m sure Dee has squashed anything they would say,” he said, your dad humming.

“Oh yeah. That woman and I are going to have another word. I can’t believe she knew the whole time,” he groaned. “We’re supposed to keep secrets from you guys, not the other way around.”

“To be fair, we did sort of beg her not to because we were nervous of a certain stubborn headed man’s reaction,” you said. “And she was nervous too.”

“I know. I need to tone down the overprotectiveness,” he said walking towards the door. “I’ll see you two back at home soon?”

“Yeah, we’ll be right there,” you said. “Give us a second?”

Your dad headed out, Crew and you picking up your trash before heading back to the check in to return the key. “You didn’t just accept his apology to make it all go away, right?”

“No,” said Crew, interlacing your fingers together. “He was…he apologized for hurting me and told me I didn’t get to experience this yet but parents fuck up sometimes. And he told me no matter what happens between you and me, he’ll always be my friend and someone I can confide in. Yeah, it feels different than before but I think it’s stronger, not breakable if that makes sense.”

You squeezed his hand. “Good. You deserve to have those relationships, Crew.”

He kissed your temple, letting his lips linger. “Christmas always this eventful?”

“Uh no. Next year will be way more boring. I promise.”

One Year Later

“Hello, honey bun!” shouted your dad, bursting into your bedroom where you were wrapping up a last minute present for Crew. You jumped up, sighing when he clasped his hands behind his back, a devilish grin on his face.

“Whatever you and Crew are up to, the answer is no.” You cut off another piece of tape, your dad rocking back on his heels, watching you wrap. “You’re being a creeper, dad.”

“I’m just waiting for you to be done. I have strict instructions.” 

“Instructions to do what?” you groaned, fighting with the roll of tape. He came over to help, holding down the wrapping while you tore off a new piece. “Thanks.”

“That’s a pretty picture of you guys at the premiere,” he said, nodding to the frame. “I still can’t believe he convinced you to come.”

“He did sort of throw that whole I made him come to Christmas last year thing in my face. It wasn’t that bad honestly. I got to meet Jack Quaid actually.”

“Oh you met Jack? How was that?” he asked as you grabbed some ribbon, wrapping it around the box.

“He’s super nice. I think him and Crew didn’t work together much on the movie but they hung out at the after party, talked video games for like an hour I swear,” you said, finishing with your wrapping. “Okay. All set.”

“Perfect,” he said, helping you to your feet. He immediately picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, leaving the present behind on the floor. 

“Uh. I have questions,” you said, poking him in the back.

“Oh, you’ve been kidnapped at request of your boyfriend. These things happen,” he said, carrying you downstairs of the house in Colorado.

“Uh,” you said when he came to a stop and set you down. He pulled an eye mask out of his back pocket, thrusting it forward with a grin. “Come on, a blindfold?”

“I’m just the hired henchman in this scenario.” You groaned, pulling it down over your eyes. You grabbed his shoulder when he picked up your foot, the blindfold immediately coming off. “Hey! You’re supposed to keep that on.”

“Let me put on my own boots before you kill us both,” you said. He held up his hands, telling you to put on your coat too before the blindfold went back on. You knew when he pulled you outside, the air crisp and chilly.

“Have fun,” he chuckled before you heard the door shut behind you. 

“Crew?” you asked, hearing the crunch of a boot in the snow. It was quiet, everything muffled by the snow on the ground. “Crew?”

“I’m right here, kid,” he murmured from close by. “I’m going to take off the blindfold, alright?”

He turned your body to face the yard, cold fingertips brushing over your cheeks. He pushed the face mask up and off, your eyes adjusting to the lights before you. 

“Did, did you decorate the gazebo with lights?” you asked, turning your head up, Crew shrugging.

“It’s more of a hot chocolate and whiskey hideaway,” he said, holding up a thermos. “Want some?”

“Sure. What’s with the kidnapping plot?” you asked, eyeing him up and down. “You’re up to something.”

“Yup,” he laughed. “I bet you’re dying to know what.” He booped your nose. “Only time will tell.”

You narrowed your eyes, smiling as you headed across the yard to the gazebo. You gratefully took a cap full of hot chocolate, a splash of whiskey thrown in, the heat warming your hands. “Foxe…what are you up to?”

“I’ll give you a hint.” He sipped from his mug, pulling you to lay your legs across his lap. “Look up.”

Your gaze went to the strand of mistletoe strung above. He kissed you the second you glanced back down, his mouth warm and chocolaty. 

“You’re trying to throw me off,” you murmured against his lips.

“Is it working?” he grinned.

“Not a chance,” you said, noticing the house was dark. “Why are all the lights off?”

“Your parents are taking your siblings out to dinner. We have the house to ourselves for the next few hours.”

“Oh I like that surprise,” you giggled. 

“I figured you would,” he said as you heard a car pull away. “Y/N. Look at the house again.”

He turned your chin, gaze finding the one single strand of lights that was now turned on. A single strand written out into a few simple words.

“I love you, kid,” you read, Crew pulling you into a hug. “Why are you so cute?”

“It’s my specialty,” he teased, smushing his cheek against yours. “I needed your parents’s help to get it all readable. Plus I wasn’t quite finished but they had to go to make their reservation and your dad volunteered to keep you busy for a few more minutes.”

“Thank you so much. I love you too,” you said, pecking a kiss on his lips. “For a second I thought you were going to ask me to marry you.”

“No, no,” he chuckled. “I’m not going to ask you to marry me through Christmas lights.”

“I wouldn’t mind-” you said, Crew knocking the thermos over, spilling the hot liquid all across the floor boards. “Well.”

“This is why this shit only happens in movies,” he sighed. “It’s getting cold out anyways. We can warm up with cocoa, enjoy that fireplace in our room…”

“You read my mind,” you said, helping him clean up what you could before heading inside. Five minutes later you were in your bedroom, his present tucked away with the others, Crew laying out a blanket in front of the roaring fireplace. 

“Could you grab me another blanket?” Crew asked, nodding to the one at the end of the bed. You hummed, picking it up, something small falling out of it, bouncing on the floor. You bent down to pick it up, eyes flickering to Crew when you saw him kneel up, smirking up at you. You stared at the box again, his grin growing even wider. “So. I know you’ve answered before but I have to ask one last time and this is a big one. Did I catch you, kid?”

“Yeah. You did, Crew,” you said as he pushed the box open, your eyes going wide. “Uh. Question. This is meant to be an engagement ring, right?”

He immediately hopped up, jaw dropping when he looked inside to find a pair of earrings.

“Oh fuck. Your dad put the wrong box in here earlier,” he said, pausing, staring at you in horror. “He was going to give Dee the earrings at dinner tonight. I fucked it up. How did I fuck this up? I’ve been planning this for months and I fucked it up!”

“Honey, relax,” you said, setting the earrings down and wrapping your arms around him. “You can give me the ring later. My answer is still yes. You’re all that I need.”

He tucked your hair behind your ear, shaking his head with a laugh. “You sure you want to marry this idiot?”

“Oh yeah. He’s been mine for a long, long time. Besides, we can blame this on my dad.”

“Totally his fault,” he chuckled, holding you tight. “I love you so much.”

“You too, Crew. Now let’s get to celebrating. I’m still cold.”

“And I know just how to warm you up.”

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#jensen x daughter!reader #Jensen x daughter!reader series #Jensen Ackles #daughter!reader #dean x reader x sam

[wellthebardsdead]

Clockwork heart pt17

Part 16 here

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Inigo: *riding on Roach, the horse Wyrm bought him with the little gold he had left so he wouldn’t have to walk* You are the dragonborn my friend?

Wyrm: *riding on Naomi, Taliesin hugging his waist with one hand and holding the reigns with the other* apparently…

Kaidan: *up ahead on Wyrms horse* apparently my arse, No normal person can move mountains with their voice like you can.

Taliesin: Or absorb the soul of a dragon like you did.

Inigo: well, I’m extra glad I did not kill you then.

Wyrm: you may as well have, something will eventually… *sighs* it doesn’t matter anyway. Once I’m home I’m never leaving again… making me the dragonborn surely must be one final cruel joke by the gods, I’m no hero or adventurer, I can’t even fight off some dogs or brandish a blade… *sniffles* papa was right about everything…

Taliesin: *strokes his hair* shhh, enough of that. You just need some help and practice is all.

Wyrm: I don’t even have two working arms…

Taliesin: … *looks up ahead at Kaidan* Kai, can I see the map please?…

Kaidan: Why? Think I’m leading us in the wrong direction?

Taliesin: no- *trying to hide the anxiety already building inside* a-are there any marked dwemer ruins nearby?

*several hours later*

Kaidan: *carrying Taliesin out of the ruins of Mzulft* Deep breaths you’re alive you’re not dead.

Taliesin: *coming down from a panic attack* we- are NEVER GOING IN ONE OF THOSE AGAIN!

Inigo: *carrying out a bag of loot* Is it a good book?

Wyrm: *holding the Lunar Lorkhan* I don’t know but… it feels strangely important given everything that’s happened to me recently… hm? *blinks spotting a building theyd missed* …Kai?? That key we couldn’t find a lock for, do you have it?

Kaidan: hm? Oh yeah- *unceremoniously drops Taliesin on his ass and fumbles around his bag for the key before handing it to him* here.

Wyrm: th-thank you. Tali are you okay?

Taliesin: *on the ground hyperventilating* I- I-

Kaidan: don’t worry I’ve got him. *pats Taliesin on the back* keep breathing you’re fine.

Wyrm: I… I’ll be right back. *watches him with growing concern before walking off to the building and opening the doors to find a store room inside* oh?… *looks around at the rows and shelves of spare pottery, parts and more* ohhh! *grabs several gears, metal plates, bolts and ingots placing them in his satchel before passing another door and immediately back pedalling as something blue catches his eye* what?… *places the key in the door and steps in as he unlocks it to see a strange shard of what he can only describe as blue glass* wow… *slowly touches it and feels his whole body seize in shock as another memory clouds his mind*

???: Aetherium? But sir we only have a limited supply left, and with the dwemer gone we don’t know how to harvest anymore, we should not start such a grand project if we are without means to finish I-

Sotha Sil: we do not need the aid of our deep elven cousins. I am aware of their methods and how we can obtain more if needs be. But in order to create my vision for our people’s future, I must first make the gateway to the plain where it shall take shape.

Wyrm: *let’s go of the shard and staggers back as he regains control of his mind* ughh- *rubs his face* Aw- shit. *huffs and rights himself* I wish that’d stop happening… *looks back at the shard before nervously poking it in case another memory sparks before quickly putting it in his satchel too and exiting the building*

Inigo: *leaning against the entrance* Anything interesting?

Wyrm: it was just a storage room but I found some gears to repair my arm!

Inigo: that is great news my frie-

Taliesin: *having a coughing fit after hyperventilating so hard he started crying* I can’t breathe- I can’t breathe-

Kaidan: *at a loss on how to help him* T-Taliesin calm down! You’re outside now you’re safe-

Wyrm: *hurries over and shuffles his way into taliesins lap hugging him and taking his hands* shhh, it’s okay, it’s almost over now… *pulls his handkerchief from his bag and wipes his face* y-your makeup is running, it’s alright Tali I-I’m sorry you went through all that just for me…

Taliesin: *sniffles and rubs his face choking back another sob* I’m- im fine- I’m fi- *coughs* w-wanted to make you happy again- I forgot h-how horrible those dreadful r-ruins are-

Wyrm: *keeps drying his face just letting him ride it out knowing how hard anxiety like this is to stop and how similar they are to his sensory overloads* I-I’m so greatful you went through it for me, y-you didn’t have to. *takes his hand to move it from his face only to feel the larger elf squeeze it a little tighter than he’s comfortable with but not in a cruel way* … *squeezes back* I’m here.

Taliesin: *breath uneven and in short bursts as he begins to steady and ground himself feeling the weight of the small dunmer in his lap, his hand in his, the sweet smell of citrus in his hair mixing with the smell of sandalwood from his robes* I… I’m… I’m okay, I think- *clears his throat and sniffles back tears* I lost myself for a moment there-

Wyrm: it’s okay to lose yourself, so long as you come back to us eventually. *smiles and dries his face cleaning his eyeliner up* I-I don’t blame you for being frightened, that centurion had you cornered, if inigo didn’t jump on it when he did I don’t think Kaidan could have stopped it in time.

Inigo: the hero again~ *snickers walking by*

Taliesin: I… *sighs rubbing his face* I’m just glad to be out of there… I only wanted to help but…

Wyrm: m-maybe next time we avoid going into dwemer ruins.

Taliesin: *nods and laughs softly* y-yes, that. That sounds like a great idea. *smiles warmly at him as he finally calms down, feeling oddly at peace as he stares at Wyrms sweet smile and gentle face* I… *finally realises Wyrm is just sitting in his lap* I- um. *clears his throat and lifts him up as he rises to his feet* d-did you find anything you can use? *sets him down*

Wyrm: yes! I should be able to fix my arm now. Thank you Taliesin. *suddenly gives him a hug before running over to the horses leaving Taliesin standing there stunned*

Kaidan: *pats him on the back* Smooth.

Taliesin: Bugger off.

Kaidan: Hehehe~

*that evening*

Wyrm: *seated at a table in the Braidwood inn as he tinkers with his arm, the group having decided it’d be best for all of them to avoid windhelm and it’s unwelcoming inhabitants* just- go- I- *pauses watching the bolt he was trying to fit into place pop out of its position and fall off the table and onto the floor* Aw biscuits… *shifts and reaches down to get it only for Taliesin to grab it for him*

Taliesin: you should be in bed little moth. *hands him the bolt*

Wyrm: th-thank you. I will be soon I just- wanted to get my arm fixed tonight… it’s just a lot harder without mr wrench to help me…

Taliesin: Mr? Wrench?

Wyrm: oh- *blinks suddenly making his Pearl eye glow and a projection of a tiny dwarven spider suddenly appearing from it* one of my-… well… I guess he’s my only automaton now… I built him from scraps and he helps me build things.

Taliesin: *staring at the projection in amazement* I?! How?! How are you doing that??!

Wyrm: huh? Oh, i-it’s one of its enchantments. I’m very good at enchanting things, I can store memories in it, it’s, like a lexicon but very small. But it mainly just helps me see. *blinks making it disappear* it’s just magicka made visible, like fire or lightning for a destruction spell or an illusion spell. I keep memories that make me happy in case I’m sad… *looks down slightly before shyly blinking again making a projection of taliesins tear stained eyeliner smudged face appear* thank you for making me happy too.

Taliesin: *visibly blushes feeling his heart skip a beat* I- I you’re welcome but did you really have to pick that- I look dreadful!

Wyrm: *giggles*

*a few hours later*

Wyrm: *sharing a bed with Taliesin as Kaidan & inigo bunk together on the other* mnn *shifts uncomfortably as the hay pokes him and the old furs itch his skin*

Taliesin: *blinks open his eyes, too uncomfortable to sleep as well* itchy?

Wyrm: *nods* yeah…

Taliesin: *shifts and gets up pulling his thalmor robe from his bag*

Wyrm: t-Tali put it away you’ll get arrested if someone sees-

Taliesin: *suddenly turns it inside out and lays it over the hay and furs* nobody will be able to tell. *smiles and lays on it, gesturing for the small dunmer to shuffle closer*

Wyrm: *gladly does as he’s asked, wanting more so to cover it with himself in case somebody comes in and sees it* th-this feels much better.

Taliesin: *yawns and nods* I agree. If all else fails we always have our bedrolls.

Wyrm: *nods and shuffles a little closer resting his head against his chest* I-I never thought I’d miss my bed so much when I left home… but anything is better than the sleeping arrangements here…

Taliesin: *visibly blushes feeling the dunmer so close* Then we’d best get you back home as fast as we can so you can rest c-

Wyrm: *blinks wondering why he paused* Tali? *looks up at him to see him frozen in place* …Tali?… *notices he can’t even hear his heartbeat anymore* … *gets up in a panic only to see Kaidan frozen mid snore and inigo mid stretch* Wh-what- what’s happening?… *looks around the room before stepping out to see the inn and it’s patrons frozen in time, the fire unmoving, the bard mid strum of her lute, a cork from a bottle of wine halted in mid air* I- *jumps and spins around feeling something touch his shoulder but unable to see what’s there* h-hello? *reaches out and feels nothing beyond a sudden and painful headache* th-this happened in saarthal too- before- before- before- *grabs the bar as his mind flashes images of the orb and the memories of creation, the throbbing of his head pounding like a drum and beating in tandem with a heart he’d seen shot into the sea* p-papa- I-I’m- dying- it- hurts- it- hurts- it- *falls silent as cool metal touches his face, a hand, elegant in design, and a now familiar, kind face smiling back at him beyond a white void… sotha sil* y-you…

Sotha Sil: *smiles warmly at him, his very presence bringing him a strange comfort* shhh… you’re not dying… You can’t die.

Wyrm: I-it hurts- it hurts my head hurts- my heart it’s so loud- wh-why m-me- why are you killing me?

Sotha Sil: *bearing a look of immense sadness and hurt on his face that his means of protecting him would cause him pain* Kill you?… impossible… *shakes his head* No matter. I won’t allow them to use you for their plans. Please bear it for a moment longer…

Wyrm: u-use me? W-who? Wh-what do you mean impossible?

Sotha Sil: *smiles* You can’t kill a god.

“Sahloknir, ziil gro dovah ulse!”

Wyrm: *gasps as he comes back to reality, only to find himself no longer in the inn, but standing atop the hill near the settlement, his nightshirt and trousers drenched from the rain… and the world eater glaring down at him as he brings forth his ally from the earth* …I’m going to die…

#wyrm dragonborn #alduin #skyrim taliesin #inigo skyrim #Kaidan skyrim #sotha sil #skyrim

[bellyfisher]

strawberries and cigarettes

read on ao3! | 2.2k words

summary: Conrad stops me and tilts my head to look into his eyes, he’s staring at my lips, “So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn’t feel anything?” His voice goes dark.

aka Belly and Conrad do kiss the first night.

It’s the first night in Cousins for the summer. I put on my black one piece, the only swimsuit that still fits me. I grab my purple towel and head out to the pool. Night swims are my favorite, it’s like liminal space. An alternate reality where time isn’t real for awhile. I feel braver in the pool. After doing a few laps, I come up for air and Conrad sits on the edge in his signature pink hoodie and dark blue shorts. His feet submerged, a beer bottle next to him, and a cigarette in his mouth.

“Belly your night swims aren’t exactly a secret.” My mouth opens into an “O” shape. He’s been paying attention to me?

“Since when do you smoke?” I stare up at him. I need to change the subject immediately.

“Why does it matter?” He states back simply.

“You always said smoking was bad for you. Messes with the white matter in your brain.”

“God, do you memorize everything I say?” He tilts his head with a smirk on his face. He knows what he’s doing.

“No. But you need to stop smoking.” I try my best to seem unaffected. He isn’t winning this game.

“What will you give me if I do?” Conrad’s voice gets lower, he’s taunting me. And the game just changed again. Conrad has always kept me on my toes. I can lean into whatever this is or pretend I don’t know what he’s trying to do.

I stare at Conrad for a few moments and decide to cock my head, the bravery of night helping me, “Actually I change my mind, smoking is hot”. I smirk at him, wondering if he’ll call me on my bluff.

“Come light it for me then.” I stare blankly not thinking I would get this far. I start to open my mouth and give in, copping out of this game of chicken. “Do you want to get out of here?” Conrad asks before I can get a word out.

I hold out my arm silently as he helps me out of the pool. I slide on some shorts over my one piece. Is this real? I don’t say a word, scared to break whatever trance Conrad may be in.

We get to his car in the driveway and he checks his pocket for his keys. “Shit.” He mumbles.

I start to laugh and point, “Hey look in your front seat.”

“Oh you’re fucking kidding me!” He bellows. There they are, sitting on the driver’s seat in his locked car.

“Shh you’re gonna wake moms. They would kill me if they knew i was leaving the house this late.”

“But you’re with me.” He winks.

“I don’t think they would approve of this situation though.” He grabs my hand and starts fast walking to the road.

“Where are we going?” I ask him

“I don’t know but I just want to get out of here, you know?”

“Yeah I get it.” And I did. It was probably for very different reasons but on some level Conrad and I always understood each other. “So when did you start smoking Mr. bad boy?”

“When I quit football.” He shrugs like it was just a blip in an otherwise uninteresting life he led.

“Well why did you quit?”

“I dont know.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” It comes out harsher than I mean it to. Conrad can hide from everyone else, but he can’t hide from me.

“Language Belly!”

“Don’t call me Belly. And stop avoiding the question.”

“Okay I quit because of my dad. I just don’t want to be like him.”

Conrad gripped my hand tighter as he said that. I squeezed him back to let him know I was still there. That I wasn’t actually mad.

“Is that the only thing that’s wrong?” After the words leave my mouth, the walk is silent for 5 minutes. I don’t want to push him because I don’t want this to end. If Conrad changes the subject I decide in my mind that I won’t push it more.

Conrad sighs, like he’s trying to give himself confidence, “I just-how could he cheat on my mom you know? Am I hard-wired to be a shitty person? Is it in my genes?”

The idea of Adam cheating on Susannah makes me want to cry, but I’m determined to be strong for Conrad, “Mr. Fisher made his choices and I think you sitting here saying you’re scared you’ll be like him means you aren’t.”

“I just couldn’t live with myself if I became a bad person, you know.” Conrad looks away from me as he says this. He’s still holding my hand though.

“Conrad, you could never be a bad person.” My voice softens as I realize this is one of Conrad’s deepest fears.

“You’re just saying that because you’ve always had a crush on me.” His tone is lighter at a flip of a switch, he’s nudging me while I giggle.

My cheeks turn hot and red as I look down, “Maybe I’m just taking pity on you?”

Conrad stops me and tilts my head to look into his eyes, he’s staring at my lips, “So if I kissed you right now, you wouldn’t feel anything?” His voice goes dark.

Be strong, Belly. “N-nope. I wouldn’t feel anything but pity.”

“Belly I know I’m a good kisser. I’ll have you weak in the knees.” He would, he does already. But I’m not admitting to anything.

I lick my lips. The air is silent. It’s 85 degrees outside but I’m shivering. Conrad pulls off his sweatshirt and gives it to me to wear. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me the whole time.

Is he going to kiss me? Are my dreams really coming true?

He leans down and presses his lips to mine. He starts softly, his mouth still closed. I take my hand out of his and put it around his neck. He takes the opportunity to put his hands on my waist and deepen the kiss. When he opens his mouth to meet with my tongue, he tastes like strawberries and cigarettes. I decide in that moment that strawberries will never taste the same to me again.

I pull away and look up at him, both of us breathing heavily. Before I can get a word out he’s crashing his lips into mine again. He lifts me up like i weigh nothing and I wrap my legs around him. The kiss has gone from soft and thoughtful to passionate and overwhelming. He kisses me like im air he needs to breathe. After a minute or an hour, I can't even begin to tell, he finally puts me down.

“Wow.” Is all I can manage to breathe out.

“Told you I’m a good kisser.” He winks at me again. I shove him playfully. He grabs my hand again as we keep walking.

“Where are we going anyways?”

“There’s a treehouse in a park that has a really good view of the beach. You’ll love it.”

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Conrad holds my hand to help me up the ladder. Once we’re up, I sit next to him. Our legs are straight but touching each other on the side. My whole body is buzzing from the high of this night. Conrad pulls out another cigarette.

“I was serious earlier, you should quit.” Conrad looks at me and lights the cigarette with no shame, “Fine but I’m not coming to visit you when you get lung cancer.”

“Oh Belly ever the optimist. What if I never get lung cancer?”

“Okay either way I don’t want to listen to your smoker’s cough for the rest of our lives. It’s gross.”

Conrad quietly smokes the cigarette, refusing to answer me. So I lay back on my hands and look out over the ocean. Not much to see in the dark, but the stars are out in full force tonight.

“Do you ever get scared that you won’t live up to the potential everyone sees in you?” I startle a little bit, not expecting Conrad to talk.

“Well actually I don’t think people see anything in me besides this annoying little girl, so no. Can’t say I relate.”

Conrad is silent.

“But for what it’s worth, I think the only person worried about that is you. Your mom and Jeremiah would always love you no matter what. I mean Susannah is worried sick about you. I overheard her talking to my mom about it.”

“Yeah but they’re forced to love me no matter what.”

“Well okay then consider me. I don’t have to like you at all, and I practically worship the ground you walk on. I could have easily decided Jeremiah was perfect to me, but I chose you for a reason.” I giggle a little bit. Trying to lighten the mood but it doesn’t seem to help, “If it makes you feel better, I feel like I’m never going to find a place that’s home to me.”

“Ah you’re young though. Maybe you’ll find home wherever you go to college.”

“Yeah but I think home will always be Cousins to me. And I don’t see how I would end up living here full-time.”

“Here I’ll make you a deal: I give you the summer house when it’s inevitably passed to me, and you get off my ass about smoking.” Conrad finally cracks a smile.

“Deal.” I shake his hand, “I’m holding you to that.”

“I expect nothing less from you.”

We talk up in that treehouse until the sun rises. We don’t talk about anything of substance really. Just teachers we had in school, what classes Conrad is taking in the fall, our best summer memories.

“My favorite memory I think is the first belly flop we ever did. The look of pure terror on your face, mom’s laughter, the unadulterated joy of the summer house.” I wince. I remember it differently. It felt like a game everyone else was in on except for me. Although, it does boost my ego that I’m in his favorite summer memory and not some girl he’s made out with. Even if I am one of those girls now.

I don’t tell him this night is my favorite memory, I’ll keep it to myself for now.

“We should probably get back to the house.” I say starting to stand up, “I don’t feel like walking so I’m calling Steven. He owes me a no-questions-asked.”

Conrad follows me down the ladder. We sit on a bench for a few minutes in total silence. Steven pulls up and Jeremiah is in the passenger seat, forcing me and Conrad to sit in the back.

“Why were you guys out so late?” Steven immediately tries to ask.

“Nope.” I pop, “You owe me a no questions asked. And out of the rules of a no-questions-asked I will not elaborate for your sake why you owe me one.” I say sternly. (He owes me one because I caught him writing Drarry fanfiction two months ago).

Steven grumbles, Jeremiah raises an eyebrow at me through the rearview mirror and I give him a small smile. I look out the window, and I feel Conrad grab three of my fingers gently.

So it was real to him too and I can’t help the giddiness I feel. My heart starts racing. I'm sure everyone can hear it.

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I pass out at the summer house. Thankfully, mom and Susannah never found out I left. I slept until about 2 PM that day. When I make my way to the kitchen, Conrad is sitting at the island eating a bowl of cereal.

“Mornin’” I smile at him. I get nothing but a grunt in return. I’m a little bit stunned. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this, “You okay?” I ask as I go in the fridge for a yogurt.

“Yeah, Belly. I’m fine.” His tone feels straightforward. Why is he doing this?

“Why are you being like that?” My voice gets small. Conrad wouldn’t rip last night away from me, I know him.

“I’m not being like anything.”

“You weren’t acting like this last night.” There’s hurt in my voice. I don’t want it to be there.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing happened last night.” He looks up at me. Daring me to start an argument.

“I really can’t believe you, asshole. After all you said to me? It was real and you know it. I don’t know why you’re hiding from me.”

“Belly, you’re acting crazy.” He gets up to wash his dish, “I’ve gotta go. Told Jeremiah I would surf with him.”

Conrad walks out the back door towards the beach without so much as looking back at me. I can still taste him on my lips and I’m still wearing his sweatshirt that lingers of his smell. Instead of making me happy, it makes me sob. It will always be Conrad’s choice if we’re together or not, and I get that now.

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp fic #tsitp #belly x conrad fic #belly x conrad #bonrad #bonrad fic #conrad fisher #belly conklin #this physically hurt me to right bc conrad is my uwu baby :( #anyways enjoy! lemme know what u think!

[wasabis-stuff]

⁠♡ — ; | 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙖𝙨.

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SYPNOSIS:

Xielle, an active and famous girl who self destructed due to the unbearable agony of life of being in the spotlight where every move is being judged and criticized.

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Chapter II

As I make my way to my designated room, I can see a lot of people clicking their cameras to me and asking me for a pose but I can't at the moment because I have to prepare right away for the make ups and the fits that I have to wear to the Runway. The Staffs greeted me and I smiled at them and they started to do what they need to do, As a responsible being (lmao) I helped them out a bit so that the pace will be more faster and to lessen the hassles that they have to face, although, they feel guilty about it but I assured them it's nothing to worry about. The set up in my room's done and I made my way next to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I found Louvié sitting on my chair and as soon as he landed his eyes on me he immediately got up and gave up the seat to me and dried my hair with a blower since my Makeup Artist is not here yet.

Mind you, Louviè is already used to seeing me in a towel and sometimes naked specially whenever he comes with me here in Runway because, to tell you? Its pretty normal for us now.

"Your hair's damn frizzy by the way" He commented.

"Cus you kept on hurrying me earlier dumbass" I said as I roll my eyes and he laughed.

"𝘑𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳è𝘴 𝘥é𝘴𝘰𝘭é 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳, I was just really panicking earlier because I don't want us to be late" he said.

I smiled and leaned my head backwards and he hugged my head and literally did a head lock on me as a joke and we laughed. My hair's dry now and he then started combing it, the silence followed for minutes until he suddenly asked.

"Xielle, it's crazy how we're still surviving in this world, no?"

I chuckled as I get what he's trying to say.

"Well, we don't have a choice Louvière, we were born with the kind of parents we have right now, we need to suck all this pressure out" I sighed and hold his hands that's now resting on my shoulders.

"Yeah you're right, I mean it's not that we're new to this type of living but you know, a part of me wants to run away from all of this and just live normally" I can see him finally showing his real expression (resting face) as he say these words and he looked down on me and gave me a soft hair ruffle and we both just sighed and smile.

We were interrupted by my MUA barging in and greeting us.

"𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘊𝘩𝘭𝘰é!" Louviè greeted Chloé, my MUA ever since me and Louvière are still kids and also mom's cousin.

"𝘉𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴!" Chloé greeted as she gave both of us a cheek kiss and hugged us both.

Chloé asked how are we doing as she pulls out the sweets in her bag and Louviè's eyes are sparkling like a kid and she then started to tie my hair and set up clip pins on it and we eat a little first and brushed our teeth's after. She now started to apply moisturizer on my face and the next of skin care layer follows.

Minutes had passed and now she's going to do my make up. Louviè is taking pictures for us and taking a short video, and a mirror shot that includes all of us. He asked if my phone's low battery and I said yes and immediately handed it to him so he can charge it, he Faced ID his face on it and Airdrop all the pictures and videos he took when I heard a notification ping.

"Oh, it's from your delusional ex" his stern voice is scary like damn but i'm more annoyed that my ex contacted me again.

"what the fuck, I thought I blocked that jackass already? Or did he make a new account again?" I responded.

"block him." I ordered Louvière before he say another word because God knows how much scolding will I get from him again, smh.

My phase with Louvière saving me from that guy is, something I don't want to remember again because, Louviè did a lot for me back then, the efforts and sacrifices he did just to stay with me that time. I got a nonstop scoldings and nag from him tho but I don't blame him, he's literally the only person who could knock out some sense to me because i'm too dumb and numb to realize it on my own when i'm in my in love or blind phase of life.

My makeup's finally done and i'm now wearing the outfit that Chloé have for me for the first round, she did my long hair wavy and attached a bangs so she doesn't have to cut my hair, The theme for tonight is office wears so im basically wearing a unique suit and a tight top inside of it and a shape taker slacks and it's a monochrome tone and the fabric's smooth.

Louvière escorted me to the back stage and he greeted mom and gave her a cheek to cheek and sat beside her, my mom is quite a talkative one so yes, Louviè's in hell right now, my mom talks nonstop about me and he knows that she won't stop giving me comments if I fail tonight's walk to the runway. My dad is running late tonight since he still have a meeting when we messaged him earlier but he said he's on the way 7 minutes ago so I'm expecting him to be here 20 minutes from now since it's not that far from here.

I'm 8th in the line to walk and we also practiced some kind of staged drama earlier like collision while walking with an insulting expression from our faces before walking again.

When the 5th model is almost going back the 6th followed to walk forward and they collided lol, I still can't believe we can make a straight face despite all this but professionalism right? I saw my dad getting assisted by the event organizer towards the seat beside my mom and they greeted each other and shaked hands with Louviè.

The 6th model came back and it's now the 7th who's going to walk, they're all stunning to be honest and also these heels we're all wearing is a leg killer but can't argue with it.

7th's coming back so i'm now next to walk, and as practiced, we collided as well and our expressions are grinning this time and not insulting.

"Goodluck babe, i root for you" She whispers before we parted ways and I said "thanks you look stunning tonight" and faced the crowd. I could hear it roar as soon as the video camera moved its motion to me and I'm all over the screens, I started walking with a resting bitch face expression on my face and then look side by side and give the cameras a grin. I could see and hear clearly the crowd giving me a very big round of applause, I now took a twirl turn and looked at the camera for a pose then made my way back to the starting point to collide with the 9th model and I gave a wink and she smiled.

As I made my way to the back stage, some of the models formed a crowd and congratulated me and some are awed because they're finally seeing me in personal which they say their dream come trues. I felt happy ofcourse, these stunning ladies complimenting me and that. I also complimented them back because they really deserve it and their beauties are so fine like wines. When all of the models came back, I borrowed my phone from Chloé and set it to 0.5x and I asked them to take a picture with me and they giggly posed then I asked one of the staff to take a picture for all of us. I airdrop it first and thanked them for going here and told them I'll see them next time around and they're smiles are genuine I could tell and we bid our goodbyes.

I was only told to walk on the first round so after this I got changed and sat beside Louvière to continue watching the rest.

My mom is giggling like a teen and hugged me while congratulating me, my dad's smiling as well and told me congrats before we all take our seats.

"If only you've seen their eyes while watching you walk 𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘳" Louviè whispered to my ears and I gave him a smile before responding.

"How did I look earlier tho?" I asked.

"Stunning as always, your walk is outstanding and perfect as ever" he complimented me and I thanked him for that as well.

Well at least my parents aren't disappointed is what matters to me right now. I'm so exhausted that I asked my parents if I could go first with Louviè accompanying me and they gave us a go signal for it. We go to my designated room first to take a shower and remove my makeup then get changed to something comfortable, Louvière followed after me and get changed as well and later on gather all our stuffs and greeted Chloé goodbye and made our way towards the parking lot and he pressed my keys and found my car immediately and opened the doors for me, I checked the time and it's almost 11pm in the evening.

When everything's set, he started driving and the traffic's pretty bad. I can feel my eyes being heavy or is it because it's so comfortable because it's cold?

"take a nap first princess, tonight's pretty exhausting for us" he said with a soft voice and reached out to the backseat for my blanket and adjusted my seat.

"What about you tho? I bothered you enough today" I said and he shrugged and said "Nah"

"You should rest tonight in our house, how's that?" I suggested.

"Fine, i'll call Ma" he said and started to dial his mom, he got directed to the voicemail so he just left a message there.

The green light blinked so he started driving again, I closed my eyes because I can't take it anymore.

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I woke up to the voices of people only to find out Louviè carrying me in bridal style with my blanket still on me and asking our Maids to prepare his room and my room then started to make his way upstairs followed by our Maids then he patiently stood there carrying me while he waits for my Maids to come out then he lay me down and removed my shoes for me. I was too tired and hazy to say goodbye but he kissed my forehead goodnight then got out of my room.

I got back to sleep.

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I woke up in the middle of the night and tapped everywhere to find my phone, when I can't touch it anywhere, I took a breath first then slowly opened my eyes then got up, I found it sitting on top of my lamp table and I checked the time.

Holy shit it's 3am? I washed my face and immediately rushed out to my room to find Louviè, he's staying in the guest's room and I knocked to see if he's awake. I received no response so I guess he's sleeping.

I was about to go back to my room when I felt an arm grabbing me.

"What the hell do you know what time is it right now for you to knock?" His bed hair and squinty eyes are looking down on me while he's grabbing the back collar of my sweater. I feel bad for knocking damn, I must've disturbed his sleep big time.

I was ready to get scolded when he asked "Do you want to sleep beside me? I'm still too tired to talk to you right now" I nodded because I literally miss our sleepovers, it's been awhile after all.

He let go of my sweater and I entered his room and lay down beside him while we hug.

"Goodnight" we both said.

I closed my eyes again.

I could hear his heartbeat, time flies so fast he grew up so quick, he outgrown my height, I was taller than him before, unfair. He's now bigger than me like those bulky sexy dudes in the magazine, he's caressing my hair while sleeping, his habits never go huh.

To be honest, we're inseparable ever since we're kids, everyone often mistaken us as a couple although we're not. This kind of bond we have is normal for us, though he stopped being like this when I was still with my ex as a respect and the same goes for me when he was still dating his ex. We've been every ups and downs of our lives, helping each other every struggles. Our families actually wants us to be together, they approve us so much that they're hoping that we should date soon but we actually don't have that in mind because there's still more to explore.

Tho we made a pact that if we're still not married by the age of 30s is we'll marry each other, tho you know it's kind of impossible to happen knowing that we both have suitors, I've seen Louviè getting terrified over a girl who's courting him and I was laughing the entire time.

My thoughts got cut when my brain finally stopped thinking and I fell asleep.

𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆...

— end of chapter 2.

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[twdsunshine]

Lost In The Act: Pt. 4

Summary:  With an upcoming family gathering weighing heavy on her shoulders, Jess turns to Rick Grimes, her friend and colleague, for support.  She knows the long weekend will be filled with pressure and expectations, piled on by her well-meaning parents who cannot understand why their sweet girl is still single.  When Rick offers to accompany her as her date, she eagerly accepts, but, with long-suppressed feelings simmering beneath the surface and her past lurking around every corner, will she be able to keep up the act?

Pairings: Rick Grimes x OFC

Warnings:  Language, mentions of emotional abuse

Word Count:  5,603

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Author’s Note:  Sorry this is posting so late tonight!  I am at my parents’ house and totally lost track of time!  Anyway, this series has basically been a big fluff fest so far, but @greghouse​ knows that, when she commissions a fic from me, there’s gonna be some quality angst coming her way!  And, hurrah!  We’ve finally reached the drama!  Enjoy, my lovelies!

*****

“Oh my God, Jess, look at you!”  It was the third time in an hour that Jess had heard the sentiment, yet she forced another smile, letting her Auntie Sue hold her at arm’s length and cast an appraising eye over her.  The balls of her feet were burning in her heels, and she was pretty sure the humidity had played havoc with her hair, but this was it, what they’d been planning for, and she was determined to get through the next few hours without letting her facade falter for even a second.  “Honey, you’re all grown up!  When did that happen?”

“You should see the boyfriend,” Jayne told her in hushed tones, tipping her head towards the kitchen, where Rick was in the process of fixing drinks for those who had already arrived.  “I’m telling you, Sue, if I was twenty years younger-”

“Mom!”

“What?  It’s a compliment!”

“Well, what are we waiting for?  Introduce me!”

Rick had now been introduced to a steady flow of her father’s side of the family.  Uncle Bill and Aunt Betty had been the first to arrive, followed soon after by Jess’s cousin, Amelia, her husband, Sam, and their two boys.  He’d looked relatively calm at that point, shaking hands and exchanging polite small talk as he handed around beers and poured champagne.  Then Auntie Ree had turned up with her daughter, Steph, and son-in-law, Matt, and he’d quickly learned that Matt was also a cop, giving the two of them some immediate common ground to drive the conversation.  Auntie Sue had pulled up just moments ago with Uncle Steven, their son, Tom, his partner, Katherine, and their little girl in tow, hovering by the car to wait for the rest of their clan to park up behind them: their daughter, Cara, her husband, Josh, and their three kids.  They followed Jayne to the kitchen in an excited gaggle, and Jess took a moment to breathe deeply, steadying herself before making her way through the living room to join the fun.  

In truth, even she found it hard to keep everybody straight in her head when they all got together like this.  She knew her aunts and uncles, of course.  They’d been permanent fixtures at family holidays whilst she was growing up, and she could usually tell her cousins apart, though she saw them so rarely now that they’d nearly always changed beyond recognition between visits.  It was their children that really stumped her, all a similar age and with a family resemblance that made them almost impossible to identify when they were all charging about, hyped up on sugar and screaming at the tops of their lungs.  How Rick was supposed to keep track of who was who she had no idea, but, when she met his eyes through the throng, he only smiled, dipping his chin in an almost imperceptible nod, and she didn’t think she’d ever been so grateful for him.  

For a brief moment, the raucous chatter and clinking glasses faded away, their gazes locking and cocooning them in their own little bubble where it was just the two of them, and Jess almost felt as if she could reach out and cup his cheek even when he was standing on the other side of the room.  Her breath caught in her throat, and she flashed back to her mother’s words as they’d worked side by side at the kitchen counter - I can see it in the way he looks at you.  Was she right?  Had Jess been oblivious all this time?  Because the way Rick was looking at her now was as if she was pure sunshine and he was bathing in her light, relishing in the way it painted his skin golden and finding that he was dangerously drawn to her heat, Icarus with his waxen wings, destined to fly too close and plunge into the turbulent oceans below.  For a fraction of a second, Jess was sure that they were both ablaze.

The moment broke when he found himself tugged into the inescapable cage of Auntie Sue’s embrace, and Jess found she could finally breathe again, snagging a glass of champagne that had been set aside on the table and knocking it back in one gulp before weaving her way through the crowd to join him, remembering her promise not to leave him alone.  She’d already broken it several times, and she resolved that she wouldn’t do it again if she could help it, though he seemed to be handling the attention and parade of new faces surprisingly well.  Perhaps it should have bothered her to some extent that he seemed more at home here than she did, now that the house was crowded and buzzing with conversation, but instead she was just pleased that she still felt able to lean on him, let him carry her through the afternoon without worrying that he might crumble under the pressure.

“Hey,” he greeted her warmly when she finally reached his side, snaking an arm around her waist as had become his habit whenever she was close, and she was sure she could get used to that, given half a chance.  “Sue here was just telling me about your line dancin’ phase.”

“Oh, man.”  Jess turned her head to bury her face in his shoulder, hiding her flushing cheeks from view as her mother and Sue laughed.  “Really, guys?  We’re starting with the embarrassing stories already?”

“Not quite what I imagined when you were talkin’ about teenage angst,” Rick teased.

“That came after.”

“Y’know, I think I like you even more now.”

Jess glared at him, though he knew her well enough to see the humour sparkling in her narrowed eyes.  “Shut up and kiss me, Grimes.”  

It was daring, and it felt like the sweetest revenge when he had to work fast to disguise the look of shock that flashed across his face, but it had the desired effect, the conversation ceasing as he reeled her in, slanting his mouth over hers and swallowing down the contented sigh that fell from her lips before she could stop it.  And he was right, it felt natural, perhaps because they’d practised it, or perhaps because it was the most natural thing in the world for Rick to kiss her and her to kiss him back.  She felt, rather than saw, her mother and Sue move off, leaving them to their quiet affection, and she could have pulled away then, fixed him with a scowl and snarkily told him that none of the tales of her youth that he heard this weekend should ever be shared around the station or else she would make him pay, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it, remembering that look in his eyes and hoping, just hoping, that maybe this meant as much to him as it did to her.  She tried not to acknowledge the possibility that she was setting herself up for a fall.

Gradually, the party had drifted outside, following John when he headed out to fire up the grill.  Jess had gotten caught up in a conversation with her Auntie Ree about her dog’s latest escapades and the resultant vet bill, so Rick found himself once again making himself busy, refreshing people’s drinks and fetching cans of soda for the kids.  His presence seemed to be largely accepted with quiet curiosity, but so far nobody has asked him any questions he hadn’t been equipped to answer.  Once or twice, he’d noticed Jess trying to catch his eye, cocking her head to check in on him, and he’d shoot her a nod or a wink, letting her know he was doing just fine.  In truth, he was happy to see her getting on with her family after her harsh words about them and her obvious insecurities.  He hadn’t quite known what to expect, but so far this was far better than he’d imagined it might be.  

It was as they sat down to eat, squeezing around the picnic tables and handing around platters of succulent meat, vibrant mixed salads and rolls warm from the oven, that he finally found himself back at her side, and he couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and touch her, smoothing his hand over the dip between her shoulder blades where her skin was tinted pink from the sun, humming in contentment when she leaned into him, instinctively seeking out more of the gentle contact.

“You doin’ okay?”

“I’m good,” she told him with a smile, taking a sip of her drink, and it must have been true or else Rick knew she would’ve knocked the contents of the glass back in one.  “Are you okay?  I feel like I keep abandoning you.”

“Nah, you don’t need to worry about me.  I’m fine.  I’m just here if you need me, alright?”

“I know.”  Her hand found his where it rested beside his overflowing plate and gave it a tight squeeze, and he turned his palm up so he could lace their fingers together, unable to tear his gaze away from her as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, peering up at him from beneath her lashes.  She opened her mouth to speak again, and he desperately wanted to know what she was going to say, felt the same sense of anticipation he’d felt when she’d locked eyes with him across the kitchen not that long ago, but their tender exchange had drawn the attention of those sitting around them, and she was cut off before she could find the words.

“So, Rick.”  It was one of her cousin’s that spoke, though he couldn’t for the life of him remember her name - Cara maybe, or it could have been Steph.  “How exactly is it that you managed to tie our Jess down?  We’ve gotta hear that story because, I swear, I never thought I’d see the day.”

Jess’s brow creased in a frown, and her grip on Rick’s hand tightened before she let him go, picking up her knife and fork and spearing a potato, though she made no move to eat it.  “Really, Cara?  We just sat down.”

“What?” Cara’s eyes widened in an expression of innocence, but her smile was more of a smirk, and Rick guessed this was the interrogation that Jess had been expecting.  “C’mon, it’s not like you’ve got the best track record, and this guy looks like a catch!  Usually that’s a good enough reason for you to head for the hills!”

“I think what my daughter’s trying to say,” Auntie Sue interjected, “is that our Jessie has a bit of a problem with commitment.  So, we’re just wondering what it is you had to do to get her to… y’know, settle down.”

Jess visibly flinched at the accusation, but Rick was quick to swoop in and save her from biting out a response, trying to calm the conversation by steering it away from the past and focusing instead on the story they’d concocted.  “Well, I don’t know.  We met at work, but I’m sure you probably already heard that.  I was goin’ through a hard time, and she was the new girl learnin’ the ropes, and I guess we just gravitated towards each other, helped each other out.  I’m honestly not sure how I would’ve gotten through my divorce without her, and I knew as soon as those papers came through I was gonna take her out.  I’m just happy she let me.”

“See now, that makes sense,” one of the other cousins weighed in, and Rick could only assume that this one must be Steph. 

“How do you mean?”

 “I mean, of course Jess would go for a guy going through a divorce.  No offence or anything,” she added as an aside to Rick, who was only too aware of the tension emanating from the woman at his side.  “You’ve just gotten out of a serious relationship, so, there’s no pressure or anything - you’re safe!  It’s not like you’re gonna be in a hurry to put a ring on her finger or expect her to actually act like a grown up.  She probably thought she’d be your rebound girl, isn’t that right, Jessie?”

“Shut up, Steph.”  There was no venom in Jess’s words, despite the fire that flickered behind her eyes when she fixed them on the family that seemed determined to run her down.  She sounded flat, dejected, and Rick thought he almost would have preferred it if she’d come out fighting.

“Now, Jess, no need to be rude,” her mother chided her.  “We all know you’re not good when things get serious.”

“Mom-”

“That’s how my little girl ended up living so far away from me, after all.”  Jayne turned to Rick, and for the first time he found himself struggling to find a reason to like her, her kind-heartedness souring when spurred on by the others, only too eager to point out her daughter’s flaws.  “I’m sure you know all about her ex.  He was a good man, too.  Honestly, we thought they’d end up married one day, and then, out of nowhere, she ends it.  We were heartbroken.”

“Mom, please.”  Jess’s gaze was focused on her plate, as if she couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on her mother’s face.  “I don’t want to talk about this.”

“And I don’t want my only daughter to live three hundred miles away.”

“Well, King County’s lucky to have her.”  Rick’s hand landed on her knee beneath the table, rubbing soothing circles over the joint in a bid to calm her down and reassure her.  “As am I.”

“Oh, it’s nothing personal,” Jayne rushed to assure him, though it sure as hell felt like it was.  “It’s just that… Negan was one of the family.  He still is.  You’ll meet him later on, and you’ll be able to see what I mean.”

“What?”  There was the fight that Jess had been holding back, the question sharp and acidic as it fell from her lips.  “What are you talking about?”

“Your father’s invited some friends round to join us for drinks this evening, and Negan’s coming.”  Jayne sighed.  “Please don’t make this difficult, Jess.  You know he and your dad always got along.”

“You didn’t think to check with me that I’d be okay with this?”

“It’s your father’s birthday party.  I thought you’d find a way to be okay with it so that he could enjoy his special day!”

“Well, I can’t!”  There were tears shining in Jess’s eyes now, and she excused herself in a hushed snarl, storming across the yard and into the house without a backwards glance, drawing confused stares from those at the other end of the cluster of tables who’d been oblivious to the heated exchange.  To anybody else, he was sure, it would look like a fit of rage driving the pace of her footsteps, but he could see the way her shoulders shook as she wrapped her arms around herself.  He had to bite his tongue before he put the women that had hurt her in their place.

“I’m gonna go check on her,” he said, instead, ignoring the looks of amusement that were exchanged as he stood, turning his back on the gathering and pacing over the grass, trying to keep his fists from clenching at his sides.

Seeing no sign of her on the ground floor, Rick climbed the stairs, noticing that her bedroom door was shut where he’d left it open that morning.  He knocked gently against the varnished wood, his heart aching in his chest when he heard a stifled sob coming from the other side.  

“Jess?”

“Go away.”  Her voice was thick with tears, the words choked out in a ragged wheeze.  

“C’mon, let me in.  I just wanna see that you’re okay.”

“I don’t want to talk, Rick.”

“You don’t have to.  Please, Jess, just let me sit with you awhile.”

“No!”  Something crashed inside the room and he wondered what it was that she’d thrown in anger.  “Just leave me alone, okay?”

“Jess-”

“Go away!  You’re not my boyfriend!  You don’t have to be here, Rick, so just go!”

Her words cut like knives, and Rick swallowed hard, not knowing whether it was best to keep trying or leave her to cry in peace.  In the end, he heard the creak of the bed as she threw herself down on it, her cries muffled by what he could only guess was her pillow, and, with a soft sigh, he retreated.  He couldn’t help her if she wouldn’t let him.

*****

Jess felt defeated.  She wasn’t sure there was any other way to describe the utter hopelessness that seemed to penetrate deep into her chest, until it was all she could do not to shatter with the force of her sobs.  She’d thought this time would be different, that, by turning up with Rick at her side, a mature adult in a serious relationship, perhaps her family would see that she’d done the right thing by moving on, moving away and building a new life for herself.  Her mother had certainly seemed to when they’d spoken alone that morning, but her parents’ fondness for her ex had caused a bitterness that seemed to smoulder beneath the surface, flaring up whenever her aunts and cousins were around to stoke the flames.  In their eyes, letting Negan go had been a mistake, and she’d never been able to bring herself to tell them the truth, that the man they considered a friend, the son they’d never had and one that they were all too eager to welcome in to the family, had almost destroyed her, tearing her down at every opportunity, until she was so weak with anxiety that she’d thought she’d never escape.  It would break their hearts, she knew, to hear it, and so she’d kept it to herself, let them paint her as the villain.  It seemed that they would never let her forget.

Rolling onto her back as her tears finally dried up, leaving her cheeks clammy with moisture, she huffed a frustrated sigh, aimed more at herself than anyone else.  She’d shouted at Rick.  She’d known even as she was snapping out the words that it hadn’t been fair, that he was the one person there who was on her side, but she’d been so angry that she’d been unable to stop herself from lashing out at the nearest target.  At least a small part of it, she knew, was driven by her humiliation that he’d had to hear the things her family said about her, might perhaps start believing them because surely they should know her better than anybody.  And what would she do then?  If he couldn’t even bear to look at her as a friend, let alone as anything more?  She couldn’t help but wonder if he’d already climbed into his truck and driven away once she’d told him to go; she wouldn’t have been able to blame him if he had.  He certainly hadn’t signed on for this, and Jess had essentially thrown everything he’d done for her back in his face.  Fear and rage and mortification made her selfish, it seemed, and now she might have to face Negan alone.  The thought made her sick.

The mounting nausea combined with a frantic panic, knotting in her gut and tightening in her chest as she imagined how it would feel to watch Negan stroll into her family home after all this time, laugh with her parents, perhaps even try to talk to her, steal her away.  The room around her seemed to be getting smaller with every passing second, closing in on her, constricting her airways so that she couldn’t draw enough breath into her body, and her vision blurred at the edges as she climbed shakily to her feet.  It was a feeling that had become foreign to her in the past couple of years, yet was still familiar enough to send her into a tailspin.  She hadn’t had a panic attack since she’d moved away, but she could recognise the signs as easily as if it had been yesterday as her flesh prickled with an uncomfortable heat.  The only thing that had ever seemed to help her back then was escaping the four walls that enclosed her and inhaling greedy lungfuls of fresh air, but she was sure as hell not ready to go back out to the party and face the hyenas, their cruel laughter still ringing in her ears,  So, instead, she tiptoed quietly down the stairs, relieved when it seemed that nobody else had bothered to come after her, and slipped out of the front door.

The swing hung motionless from the sturdy branch of the old beech tree at the front of the house, no breeze to stir it in the stifling summer heat, and Jess settled herself down on the warped wooden seat with a melancholy smile.  How many hours, she wondered, had she spent in that exact position in her teenage years, worrying about exams or arguments with friends or embarrassing herself in front of a boy?  In some ways, her life had changed so much, and yet there she was, back where she’d started, swinging idly back and forth as she tried to work through her turmoil.  The air was sweet with the floral scent of the flowers that bloomed in the beds that lined the lawn, and the street was quiet, the only sound drifting around from the back of the house.  She tried her best to block it out.  Toeing off her sandals, she buried her feet in the grass, letting the warmth spread up through her soles and into her legs, and, gradually, she felt the tightness in her chest ease, allowing her to breathe deeply again, her panic slowly ebbing away like the receding tide.  

The rope was coarse beneath her fingers as she wrapped her hands around it, kicking out so that she’d swing faster and higher, forcing a light rush of air in the muggy afternoon that felt cool and refreshing against her heated skin.  All at once, she was a child again, chasing the thrill of climbing as high as the swing would go, and she tipped her head back, letting the sunlight dapple her face through the leaves as she propelled herself forward again and again.

It wasn’t until she felt eyes on her that she slowed, her movements stilling and letting the swing come to a natural stop as the attention tingled at the top of her spine.  She didn’t need to turn to know it was Rick, could tell by the scuff of his worn cowboy boots when he moved closer, the scent of his cologne tantalising her senses as he stepped up behind her and gave her a gentle push.

“You didn’t have to stop on my account.”

“You’re still here.”

“Course I am.”  He continued to push her, large hands pressing lightly against her waist to keep up the momentum of the swing, though he made no move to send her as high or as fast as she’d been going before.  “Couldn’t leave without knowin’ you were okay.”

“I’m sorry about what happened back there, and for how I spoke to you upstairs.  You didn’t deserve that.”

“Neither did you.”  Jess huffed a sigh, and, when she let her feet trail along the ground, Rick let her come to a halt, his chest solid and safe as she leaned back against him.  “You wanna talk about it?”

“About what?” she bluffed, though she knew exactly what he was asking.

“Your ex.”  Rick’s fingers danced down the length of her arms before trailing back up again and coming to rest on her shoulders, absentmindedly kneading away the tension at the base of her neck.  “I mean, I know you’ve told me about him before but… I get the feelin’ there’s more to the story than it just not workin’ out.”

“That’s the only story they know.”

“So, what really happened?”

His hands continued in their work to rid her of the stress that held her rigid, and she focused on his touch, reminding herself how much she trusted this man, how dependable he’d always proved himself to be.  She had nothing to fear from telling him the truth.  “Negan was…  We were together for a long time, but you already know that.  They all laugh at me like I couldn’t commit, but I was.  I did.  I committed myself to him for years.  But… It wasn’t like they think it was.  We weren’t happy all that time.  If I’m honest with myself, we probably weren’t happy past the first few months.  He had a nasty streak.  He- he could be… cruel.”

“Did he…”  Rick sucked in a deep breath, and he had to let his hands drop away from Jess before he risked bruising her as he felt a wave of anger wash over him.  “Did he hurt you?”

“Not physically.  He never hit me or anything,  He wasn’t violent.  He just… He had this way of making me feel like I was completely worthless, like… like nothing I ever did was right or good enough or…  I don’t know.  I’m probably not describing it very well.  It felt like he played on every insecurity I had until I was so anxious I struggled to even leave the house without him.  He managed to distance me from my friends, made it so that I was convinced my family would choose him over me if I left, although… Well, I guess he might’ve been right about that.”

“Jess-”

“He just… He destroyed me, Rick.  He tore me apart every single day until I was just a shell, and… When I left him, I wasn’t planning on leaving and starting a new life.  I just knew that, if I stayed, I was going to reach a point where I’d rather be dead, and that scared me enough that I finally managed to end it.  Moving to King County, finding… finding myself, finding you...  That was just luck, I guess.”

Jess hadn’t even noticed that she was crying again until Rick rounded the swing and dropped to his knees in front of her, cupping her cheeks and using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away her tears.  And then he gathered her into his chest and held her so tightly that she thought she might just merge right into him, the two of them becoming one.  It didn’t seem like such a bad thing.  

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s fine.  I got through it.”

“You shouldn’t have had to.”  When he met Jess’s eyes, his own were shining with emotion, and she touched her forehead to his, hating that he seemed to have an endless capacity to take on her pain.  She’d never wanted to put that on him too.  “You need to tell them, your folks.  They should know-”

“I can’t.  It would kill them, Rick.”

“And not tellin’ them is killin’ you.”  He was right; of course he was right.  Still, she couldn’t picture how it would play out, her pulling her mother and father to one side and telling them the truth.  In her head, the only possible outcome would be them casting her out, and she knew that would hurt just as bad, if not worse.  “Jess, I can help you if you let me.  Please, let me.”

“I-”  Jess wasn’t really sure what she would have said if she had a chance to finish, was sure that, regardless, she would have given into the temptation to tilt her head so she could kiss Rick, lose herself in him, drink him in while she was still allowed to, because apparently he was still okay with being close to her despite everything that had happened over the past couple of hours.  But she didn’t get the chance, the moment cut short as a sleek black car rolled up to the kerb in front of the house and came to a stop.  She flinched in his grasp.  “Shit.”

*****

Rick could feel the tension emanating from Jess as they watched the lean figure climb from the car, her agitation so thick in the air that he could almost taste it, a bitter tang on the tip of his tongue.  He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting from her ex.  He’d never seen any photos and, up until then, she’d only really spoken about her past relationship in the sparsest detail.  The first thing he took in was the cocky grin painted over the man’s face, pure confidence that just tipped over the line into arrogance, if his time with the sheriff’s department had taught him anything.  The second was that he was older than Rick would’ve imagined, the stubble that coated his cheeks peppered with silver, deep lines crinkling around his eyes, though his slicked back hair was still thick and dark.  And the third was the swagger to his walk, wholly unaffected as he strode across the grass towards them, as if he wasn’t approaching the woman whose life he had made a living hell for years.  

Rick’s hands itched to ball into fists and lay the asshole out, buy himself a moment to explain to him exactly how a woman should be treated, but he knew it would only make everything worse.  Instead, he vowed that he would stick to Jess’s side like glue for the rest of the day, make sure that she wasn’t left alone with this man for a second.  It was the least he could do.

“Well, guns a’blazin’!  Jess!  Gotta say, I didn’t think you’d actually fuckin’ show!  This is one hell of a surprise!”  His voice was deep and gravelly, a honeyed drawl, and Rick was sure that it was just seductive enough to lure unsuspecting women into his clutches, so charming it would make every twisted lie he spoke that little bit more believable.  “I know, I’m a little early, but I figured I’m basically family, right?  Sure John and Jayne won’t mind.”

“Negan.”  Jess’s voice was remarkably even, considering that she’d been in tears not five minutes before, and Rick felt a strong surge of pride for her as he eased himself to his feet.

“You must be the ex.”

“And who the fuck are you?”

“Rick.  Rick Grimes.”  And if Rick used his knowledge of pressure points to make sure that the handshake they exchanged was borderline painful for the other man, he would never admit to it. 

“Well, Rick Rick Grimes, mind if I steal our girl here for a quick talk.  It’s been a long time, and I’m sure-”

“That’s not gonna happen,” Rick told him, his tone brooking no argument, and he watched as Negan’s brows raised in surprise, his smile faltering for a fraction of a second before he recovered himself just as quickly.

“Wow, I see how it is.  Fuck, I only wanted to catch up, but if that’s gonna cause a little trouble in paradise between the two of you, I’ll keep my distance.  I’m not here to get into a dick swingin’ contest.”

“Why are you here?” Jess slid to her feet, sticking so close to Rick that he could feel the weight of her leaning into his side.  “It’s been two years, Negan.  Thought you’d have moved on by now.”

“I was invited, and you know how well I always got along with your family, doll.  Seemed rude not to swing by and wish your old man a happy birthday.”

“Maybe you should go do that then.”  Rick fixed Negan with a steely glare, the one that had proved so effective in making multiple suspects cave during questioning.  “They’re out back.”

“Well, alright then.”  Finally, it seemed, he turned to walk away, his pace unhurried as he strolled into the house, and Rick was free to turn his focus back to Jess.  Her gaze was still fixed, unwavering, on the front door that Negan had just disappeared through, and Rick stepped in front of her, forcing her to look up at his face instead.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Not really,” she admitted.  “I’m glad you were here though.  Thank you for that.”

“I meant what I said.  I’m not gonna leave you alone with him, I promise.”  And she looked so small and afraid, despite his words, that he did the only thing he could think of, ducking his head to kiss her, sweet and soft.  He thought he should probably be worried that it was proving time and again to be the easiest option when it came to calming her busy mind, knowing that there’d come a point when he wasn’t allowed to just capture her mouth and kiss her stresses away anymore, but it felt so natural that he decided not to question it, for now at least.

Jess was smiling when she pulled away.  “You trying to distract me or something?”

“Did it work?”

“Maybe.”  She shrugged, but there was a flush to her cheeks that told Rick it had worked at least a little, and her next words only confirmed it.  “Might need you to do that a few more times if I’m gonna get through the rest of the day.”

“That’s what I’m here for.”  And he silently swore that he would take the chance to kiss her every single time he saw sadness or anger or fear flicker across her face while he still could, for her and for him.

*****

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#the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #rick grimes #rick grimes x ofc #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes x oc #twd #twd fanfiction #lost in the act

[whispersbelongingbird]

Could I request a short angst fic, similar to ‘Falling down’

Pent up emotions

Stress. Frustration. Drained

The only three emotions Yuno had been feeling for the past three weeks.

Everything has been piling up one by one, on top of each other: Stress, anger, questions, work, expectations, the urge to lock yourself in a room and never come out! Yuno has done nothing these past three weeks besides from work, thank god for Leo pulling him out time to time. If it weren’t from him he would have gone crazy!

Yuno leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh. He heard the door behind him open making Yuno turned his head to the person “Yuno.. the captain wanted me to check up on you.. how are you holding up?” Klaus questioned holding the frame of his glasses, a hint of sympathy in his voice.

“Hm.. I’m fine. I’m just going to go take a walk around and get my mind off some things” Yuno responded seeing Klaus smile. “Okay! That’s good, try to not overwork yourself, the papers aren’t going to run away” Klaus laughed along with Yuno as he stood up from his chair

— — —

“Now tell me where he is, please!”

Leo had came to visit the golden dawn for Yuno. His sister was yelling at him so he ran away. Now if he wasn’t her brother Leopold would be dead by now, but she is biased.

back to the story, Leopold had ran away from his sister while she was yelling at him and the last time he did that she didn’t allow him to go see Yuno for a whole month. Whenever Yuno came to visit she blew him away.

So, he assumed Mereoleona would do the same this time and he wanted to see Yuno before she did.

“He should be in his office, but klaus went up to check on him” Mimosa responded hitting Leopold on the head lightly.

“Okay good, how has he been? Still overworking” Leopold said, you could hear the sadness in his voice. He truly was worried for his boyfriend.

“It’s getting bette- oh there he is!” Mimosa smiled turning Leo around for him to see Yuno. His face Immediately lit up as he ran towards him.

Mimosa sighed as she watched her cousin run towards his boyfriend. He really is head over heels for him..

— — —

Leopold walked behind Yuno. He walked into his room and closed the door. Leo stood there infront of the closed door and composed himself.

He didn’t really want to startled Yuno right now so he figured he would knock.

Leo lifted his hand to the door and gently knocked on it.

He waited for a little and then heard the sound of the door being open which revealed Yuno. He stood there in shock for a good two seconds before Leo pulled him in for a hug.

“Hey..” Leo said in a soft voice.

Yuno was about to pull a smile on his face until he saw one of his squad mate walk by whistling and raising his eyebrows up and down at him.

Yuno rolled his eyes and pulled Leo into his room closing the door behind him.

They stood there in silence for sometime until Yuno spoke up.

“Why are you here?”

Leo tilted his head a little at Yuno. Was he not happy to see him..?

“Well.. Mereoleona was yelling at me so I ran away again… and last time I did she didn’t let me see you for a month and I figured she would do it again so I wanted to see you before.. um.. she did” Leo stuttered towards the end.

He watched Yuno sigh and take a seat on his bed, indicating Leo to come a sit next to him. Leo didn’t go. He only stood in front of him .

“Yun.. Are you okay..?” Leo questioned.

Yuno clenched his fist and looked down shutting his eyes. Leo lowered his head prepared for what was about to come.

“God! Leo! What kind of question is that?! Are you asking this to start up some conversation I won’t like or are you really that fucking blind!?”

…

Yuno continued to yell at Leo. He had his head hung low.

He knew Yuno didn’t mean anything he was saying, he just need to let it all out. But it still hurt..

—

Yuno had stopped and sat back down on his bed. It was silent, deadly silent.

Leo kneeled down and cupped Yuno’s face with one hand. “Hey.. it’s okay..” He gave Yuno a hurt smile.

They stayed like that a little more until Yuno’s eyes widened finally realising what he did. He cupped Leo’s face with both his hands.

“Leo! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it! I promise, I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over m-“

Leo cut him off by planting a sweet kiss onto Yuno’s lips. Yuno leaned in a little more until he pulled away.

“Hey it’s fine.. I know you didn’t mean any of it..” Leo smiled again.

Yuno pulled Leo into a tight hug.

“I’ll cuddle you for the rest of the day.. I’m so sorry” Yuno apologised again.

Leo chuckled and pushed Yuno onto his bed and layed his head on his chest. “I love you, and you need to rest”

#Black clover #black clover fic #leopold #leopold vermillion #yuno #yuno grinberryall #yuno black clover #yunoleo #yunleo

[theautisticbarbie]

A Bird of Praise

Act I

Chapter V: Slaying the Troll

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Word Count: 5,353

Here’s the second to last chapter of Act I! I promise this is not even close to the end!

Chapter warnings: infantilisation (a ploy Sam uses to talk his way out of the lab), allusions to Steve being a season 1 douche (but later being redeemed), allusions to medical trauma, men in black

Chapter summary: When her accidental visit to the Hawkins Lab has repercussions, Tara decides that it’s time to take matters into her own hands and bring Will and Barb home no matter what. Eleanor’s connection to Project MK Ultra is brought to light.

“Hands up!” A guard shouted, guns drawn.

Gabby and Daniel quickly complied.

“You, too, buster!” A guard said, clicking his gun at Sam for extra emphasis.

“Well, I would love to do that but you see, my hands are kind of full,” he said, gesturing to the now unconscious Tara.

“Oh thank god! I thought we were gonna be stuck there forever!” Gabby shouted.

Sam looked at Gabby and furrowed his brows in confusion.

“We were out by the quarry when our car battery died. While my husband was changing the battery, my little cousin wandered off! She’s special, so she does that sort of stuff if you don’t keep an eye on her! Next thing we know, we ended up in that awful place and so we just ran and ran and… now here we are.”

“What happened to her?” one of them asked, gesturing to Tara’s bloody nose just as she was starting to wake up again.

“She… fell… and she hit her head!” Sam said.

“Ouch! That’s no fun! You okay, kiddo?”

Tara looked at him, still trying to come to her senses.

“She can’t speak!” Sam interjected. “Like we said, she’s special.”

The guards eventually lowered their guns.

“We’ll escort you out. Follow us.”

As the party followed the guards, Tara’s bearings eventually slowly returned.

She tuned in to a casual conversation between Sam and one of the guards about the Hockey Games.

Once the party got in the elevator in their own dimension, everything started to come together for them.

They also noticed that they had a much easier time breathing now than they did in the Mirror Realm.

While they were being escorted out, Sam noticed the building that he went into in the Mirror Realm. On this side of reality, it was under heavy lock and key and guarded with armed guards, confirming that he saw something that wasn’t meant for his eyes.

Once they were escorted to the front entrance, they thought they were in the clear.

“Hold on!” one guard called as Sam got one foot out the door, making him wince.

The guard presented a Dum Dum pop to Tara. “There you go, sweetie. You were such a big brave girl.”

“What do we say?” Sam asked, rolling with the punches.

Tara took the lollipop and stared at the guard.

“Awww she’s shy,” Sam chuckled off.

Once they got back to the Bronco by the quarry, Tara immediately peeled off the candy wrapper and popped the dum dum into her mouth.

“You’re seriously going to eat that?” Daniel asked in shock.

“Yeah. Why?” Tara asked before he ripped the sucker out of her mouth.

“Tara, did you not see what we saw? That thing can be drugged for all we know!”

“Yeah, well you spent the last 10 minutes completely humiliating me!” Tara retorted, snatching the candy back.

“What?”

“Yeah! So I think I earned this!” she proclaimed, shoving the candy back into her mouth.

Once they got back to the house, they overlooked one tiny little detail. The four were covered in blood, grime and troll slime and Eleanor was absolutely going to have questions about that.

“Where the hell were you?” she asked, waiting for them as they got in the door. “It’s past 1 am!”

The four scrambled to think of a response.

“The car broke down,” Gabby started.

“Yeah,” Sam continued, “we had to wait for a jump start!”

“A-and Tara fell into a sink hole, s-so we had to pull her out!” Daniel added.

“Jesus,” Eleanor remarked. “I’m going to bed. This is too much to unpack.”

After Tara got showered and changed into her nightgown, she went down to the basement and grabbed an old mini-fridge that had been collecting dust for years.

“Tara, what are you doing?” Daniel asked.

“If I’m going to confront the troll, I need to re-energise my powers. Food helps me do that.”

“Tara, are you completely insane? You can’t fight that thing!”

“YOU can’t fight that thing. I have psychic powers. That makes me more basically like superman and ergo, more qualified to fight monsters. Do the math.”

“Yeah right! That thing probably doesn’t even work anymore!” Daniel said, gesturing to the mini fridge.

Tara plugged it in an outlet in her room and it began humming. “You were saying?”

“I was saying that this is incredibly stupid and dangerous! You saw the lab! Whatever secret experiment or whatever is happening there, they were prepared to kill us to make sure it stays a secret!”

“Shush!”

“What? No, don’t you shush me, Tara!”

“SHUSH!” Tara repeated more aggressively, intently listening in on a conversation.

Sam and Gabby were talking while the TV was running on low volume with Miami Vice on.

“Husband, huh?” Sam finally asked.

“Well, I had to think of something,” Gabby said.

“Hey, babe?” Sam finally asked after a minute. “You’re studying to be a psychiatrist, right?”

“I AM a psychiatrist. I just need to complete my residency.”

“Yes, of course, babe!” Sam immediately corrected, flustered. “But, anyways, uhhhh… you heard of MK Ultra?”

“That bogus joke of an experiment that started in the 50s and somehow went on all the way until 1973 before it was finally shut down?”

“Yeah, that. What was it about, exactly?”

“Well, it was started by this quack named Dr. Martin Brenner who offered a nice pretty penny to anyone who participated. Basically he gave very heavy doses of psychotropic, mind-altering drugs to a group of people who were child-bearing age,” Gabby said, staving off a yawn. “There was a lot of shady stuff involved. Maybe we can continue this conversation tomorrow, though. I’m pooped.”

“Sounds good. Night, babe.”

The next morning, Tara got dressed and headed down to Bradley’s Big Buy for “brain food” as she called it. Daniel, of course, argued with her the entire way to her vehicle.

“Tara, you are messing with forces beyond your comprehension!”

“And you know this how exactly?”

“Did you not see what I saw? Tara, even if the troll doesn’t kill you, those goons at the Electric Department definitely will!”

“I’ll take my chances,” Tara said before getting into her car and speeding off.

Gabby and Sam decided to have breakfast at a hole in the wall diner when Gabby recognised a server there who had just clocked out.

“Josie? Josie Carter?” Gabby asked.

“Holy shit! Gabby? It’s been forever!”

“Josie, this is my boyfriend, Sam! Sam, this is Josie! She and I were classmates during our Ethics course and we actually did our final for that class on the MK Ultra Experiment!”

“Pfft! That thing?” Josie chortled.

“What are you doing here, anyways?” Gabby asked.

“Paying off my student loans,” Josie snarked while tossing away her apron.

“Well, come have breakfast with us!” Gabby offered. “Come on! My treat!”

“Okay, what’s the catch?” Josie asked, half joking.

“Well, Sam asked about the MK Ultra experiment and I figured talking to him about it was a great way to catch up!”

“Pfft! Of course! All right, kiddos! Buckle up! Time for a lesson on how to NOT practise ethical medicine.”

Tara pulled up to Bradley’s Big Buy with two objectives. One, get snacks. Two, avoid being spotted by anyone who looks like they could be a Hawkins Lab Goon.

Inside the store, Tara got a few things that were very heavy on carbs, some highly caffeinated sodas and tonnes of candy. The store was devoid of anyone that looked goonish so things were going according to plan.

At least until she caught sight of a little girl as she was getting ready to check out. She had a dark blue jacket and a pink dress with a white collar. But the thing that stood out the most about her was the fact that her hair was buzzed off and she had a very distinct odour and dirt layer that were indicative of vagrancy.

It was when she walked out of the store with several boxes of Eggo Waffles without paying for them that she really started to pay close attention to the situation. When the automatic doors shattered, she felt a tingle run down her spine.

“Call the police,” Tara overheard one of the workers say.

“Wait!” Tara interjected. “There’s no need to do that! I’ll pay for the waffles and anything else that she took!”

The clerk added the stolen waffles to her total as Tara pulled out her check book. “And I’m gonna get a few more things in a separate order.”

Tara walked out of Bradley’s with her own snacks and a care bag that she compiled for the child. The bag contained some food, toiletries, and feminine hygiene products. “Sweetie? It’s okay! You’re not in trouble!”

She was gone. Tara looked all around the parking lot but she was nowhere to be found.

“Shoot!” Tara remarked, heading towards the closest pay phone.

“Hey Franklin. It’s Tara. I won’t be able to come in today after all. I know this is short notice but—“

“That’s all right, Tara. I’ll see you next weekend.”

Tara slowly drove around the area. Assuming that the little girl is on foot, she couldn’t have gotten far.

Back at the diner, the discussion regarding the MK Ultra experiment got heated.

“Wait!” Sam interjected. “So this wasn’t just in Hawkins? This was all over the country?”

“And parts of Canada and Mexico, allegedly,” Josie confirmed.

“So they experimented on people with mind altering drugs to try to create the perfect mind control serum?”

“That was one of the goals, yeah.”

“So what happened?”

“Well, the project got shut down in 1973 after a few whistleblowers came forward. Once law enforcement got involved, there was a huge frenzy to destroy data and records. Dr. Brenner was only one of the few doctors involved and one of the only ones who got caught. Total quack, by the way.”

“What happened? How’d he end up getting busted?”

“A woman who participated in the study ended up suffering a miscarriage. Terry Ives. I remember her name as clear as day. The thing is, the drugs messed with her brain so badly that she lost track of reality. She developed some fantasy that Dr. Brenner had stolen her baby and that this baby had super powers and was off fighting Commies. She fought to try to get her baby back, but once she came to grips with the truth, she ended up having a massive stroke. She survived, but lost the majority of her motor function, speech, continence. It was a disaster. Now she lives with her sister. She gets a cheque every month from the government so she can stay home, feed her sister and wipe her ass when need be.”

“Jesus,” Sam remarked, taking all of that in. “And Dr. Brenner kept his license behind all of that?”

“Hell no!” Josie laughed. “Terry’s sister sued the shit out of him. And the funniest thing is that when he had to testify in front of the medical board, he didn’t bother lawyering up. Instead he went on some tirade about how he was doing this for the greater good and that the country would come to thank him for it. You should listen to the deposition recording if you have a chance. It’s fucking hilarious.”

“Like, actually,” Gabby confirmed. “I couldn’t believe someone who had been a doctor for multiple decades would genuinely believe that!”

Just then, Tara busted into the diner. “Hey, Sam! Hey, Gabby! Hey, Gabby’s friend!”

“Josie. Hi.”

“Did you guys happen to see a little girl who looked really gross pass through here?”

Sam and Gabby looked at Tara as though there was some punchline awaiting them.

“Buzzed hair? Pink dress? Blue jacket?” Josie asked.

“Yeah that’s her! Did you see which way she went?”

“Nope. I saw her digging through our garbage and by the time I went out there to see what she was up to, she was gone.”

“Got it! Okay, thanks!”

“Wait, Tara—“ Gabby started but she had already bolted out of the diner and into her car.

It wasn’t that long before Tara was able to successfully track down the little girl. She found her in the woods nibbling on the stolen Eggos.

“Hi, there!” She began gently.

The little girl instinctively stood up and looked at Tara like a deer in headlights.

“It’s okay! I won’t hurt you!” Tara gently sat the bag of supplies she got for her down next to her Eggos. “I got you some things. There’s food, toilet paper, soap… and some maxi pads, too, if you need them.”

The little girl said nothing and looked at Tara very intently, as if telling her to back off.

“Is there someone I can call to maybe help—“

“No.”

“Are you sure? I can take you somewhere—“

“No. No helping.”

“Why not?” Tara asked, very confused.

The little girl formed her hand into the shape of a gun, pointed it right between Tara’s eyes and made a firing gesture.

Instantly, a chill ran down Tara’s spine.

“Understand?”

Tara took a breath and reached into her pocket.

“Well, if you change your mind,” Tara handed her a business card from A Literal Haven. “I work here on the weekends. You can find me here from noon to 8 on Saturdays and 10 to 6 on Sundays.”

The little girl made no effort to take the card.

“Right. Um, I’ll just leave it here.” Tara said, setting it beside the bag of things she bought her.

“I hope things get better for you soon,” Tara said before leaving.

On her way back home, Tara had to stop to use the bathroom, so she went to a local coffee shop, ordering a coffee so they would give her a restroom token.

After getting her coffee, she decided to step into the pay phone booth and make a call.

“Hey, Ms. McIntyre. It’s Tara. I was just calling because I heard through the grapevine that you were planning to change the ending for Snow Queen and I was curious to see what the new ending was.”

“Wow. Nothing gets by you, does it? Well, if you must know, I decided that the trolls swarm and attack Gerda when she confronts the Snow Queen. The little robber girl and her steed, Bae, come to the rescue, but they’re too late. Gerda’s injuries are fatal. But all is not lost! Kai is so moved by Gerda’s sacrifice that it thaws his frozen heart, breaking the Snow Queen’s curse and freeing him from the confines of the Mirror Realm! Kai and Gerda reaffirm their friendship as she dies in his arms.”

“Well, Ms. McIntyre I must say, you really have a soft spot for tragedy.”

Tara walked out of the booth with her coffee when she noticed Jonathan and Nancy.

“Tara!” Nancy called. “Holy shit! Are you okay?”

“Never better!” Tara said, speed walking to her car.

“What happened? How did you and Daniel get out?” Nancy said, trying to keep up with her.

“Well, obviously, there was another way out, but thanks for pretending to care!” Tara said, unlocking her car door. “Maybe instead of pretending to be my friend, you can tell me how you REALLY feel!”

Tara sped off without another word.

Once she got back into her neighbourhood and turned the corner, it was clear that last night’s little stunt had repercussions.

There were vans from Hawkins Electric Department all up and down her block. Chills ran down her spine as she saw some people enter her home.

Her sixth sense told her to just keep driving and not set foot in the house. She kept going and decided to park her car by lover’s lake, eat as many snacks as she could to try to maximise her strength, and confront the troll on her own.

Back at the house, shit completely hit the fan.

“Mr. Ortega? We ran your license plates back at the quarry. We have a few questions for you and your family.”

It should come as no surprise that the Hawkins Lab goons found out pretty quickly that Tara was far from non-verbal once they got wind of the incident at Bradley’s.

The questions went on for what seemed like hours.

Eventually, it was Eleanor’s turn to be questioned.

“Mrs. Newman—“

“MISS Newman. Mrs. Newman is my mother.”

“Right. Miss Newman, would you, by any chance, happen to know where Tara is right now?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“And where would that be?”

“Lawyer.”

“Miss Newman, your nephew infiltrated a government facility, lied to government officials and potentially stole classified information. You don’t get a lawyer.”

“Sam is not my nephew and that’s not how this works. Now unless you DON’T want your questions answered, I’ll be on the phone with our attorney. In my room. Where no one will follow me unless they want to be on the receiving end of civil litigation.”

Their attorney pulled up pretty quickly after the phone call. Unsurprisingly, the goons tried to turn him away at first.

“Sir, this is an ongoing investigation. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“Wanna get sued?”

Once he got inside, he immediately made his presence known. “Ladies and gentlemen, anything that was said before this point in time will be considered to have been said under duress. No further questions will be answered without a private conversation with me, first.”

“And who are you to make these demands?” one of the goons asked, arms crossed.

“Matthew Golding Esquire. Attorney at Law.”

The private conversation with Matthew got really awkward really quickly.

“First, why don’t you bring me up to speed and tell me exactly what they want to know?”

“They’re asking a lot of questions about Tara.”

“Okay, well, let’s call her and bring her up to speed. Do you know where she is right now?”

“She’s at work.”

Eleanor called the store, anxiously waiting for the phone to be picked up.

“Thank you for calling ‘A Literal Haven’! This is Franklin speaking! How can I help you?”

“Hi, Franklin! It’s Eleanor! Is Tara able to come to the phone?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Eleanor, Tara called out today.”

Eleanor made a grimace and squeezed the phone. “Okay, thank you. Do you know where she might be?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t.”

Eleanor gave a heavy sigh. “Okay, thank you.”

Click.

“I… uhhhhh… gotta pee!”

“Daniel, do you know about this?”

“What? No, mom! Can I just use the bathroom in peace?”

Daniel bolted out of the room and it wasn’t until everyone heard his motorcycle speeding away that they realised he had snuck out.

Daniel started his search for his sister at Bradley’s. She was obviously long gone but he hoped she had left behind clues regarding where she was headed.

The clerks confirmed that she was there but all they had to go off of was that she purchased a care bag for a little girl who shoplifted from them.

Daniel decided to check all of the local spots where vagrants have been known to commune to see if he might stumble upon his naïve sister. Given her vehicle’s appearance, she’ll stick out like a sore thumb.

Eventually, he drove past the local movie theatre and saw something that absolutely nobody could miss.

“Nancy ‘The Slut’ Wheeler” was spray painted on the marquee. There was no way in hell Tara wasn’t going to find out about this and no way in heaven that she wasn’t going to accost the first person who she believed to be behind it.

As though he manifested it, Tara’s car was parked right across the theatre. Daniel parked his motorcycle and approached the vehicle.

Tara was inside, staring intently at the graffiti with a hostile glare.

“You think if you glare at it long enough, you’ll get x-ray vision and zap it away?” Daniel asked, getting her attention.

“Most criminals return to the scene of the crime. I just have to sit and wait to catch the perp in the act.”

“And do what, dare I even ask?” Daniel asked, rolling his eyes as his gaze wandered back to the vandalised marquee.

“Goddamn it,” he muttered. “Who else but Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington?” he asked as Steve approached the marquee.

That was all Tara needed to jump out of her car.

Determined to make his sister listen for once in her life, Daniel quite literally dragged her into a nearby empty parking lot.

“Tara, for the literal love of God, let it go!”

“No! I’m sick of him being such a jerk to all my friends!”

“Tara, I don’t know if you realise this, but there are literal Men In Black who are looking for you!”

“Actually, I do.”

That genuinely took Daniel by surprise.

“I saw all of the vans outside of our house.”

“So let’s pick a spot, wait them out, and then go home and lay low for a while.”

“Daniel, I don’t think there’s any real way out of this.”

Tara let out a sigh.

“When I saw the vans outside, I was scared and upset but while I was driving around town, I made peace with the fact that I’m probably going to bed in a lab somewhere… if the troll doesn’t get to me first.”

She wrung her hands, looking down at them.

“I… I think I’ll be okay. I just need to make sure that the troll can’t hurt anyone else and get Will and Barb out of the Mirror Realm before I get taken away. I have a feeling that the people at the lab haven’t made either of those a priority.”

“Tara…”

“I’m not going to kill Steve if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m just gonna teach him a hard lesson about being mean to the wrong people.”

“Tara, this is crazy! We can figure a way out of this!”

“If I lay low to avoid the goons, which mind you might not even work, the troll will continue to attack and kill people. And Will and Barb will be stuck in the Mirror Realm.”

“Why is it up to you to take it down, anyway?”

“Do you see anyone else here with psychic powers?”

That stumped Daniel. He hated to admit when Tara was right. Being born 11 minutes earlier made him feel like the boss of her and therefore he had to be the one who was always right.

“I don’t want you to go…” he finally said, in a last ditch effort to convince his sister to stay.

“I don’t wanna go either,” she said, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Is this a bad time to apologise for always being such a dick?” he asked.

“Of course not.”

The two hugged.

“I love you,” Daniel said, squeezing his sister affectionately for the first and last time.

Tara let go and made her way out of the parking lot.

“Tara!” Daniel called.

Tara turned to face her brother.

“Kick his ass!”

Tara smiled, took a breath and went charging forward towards the theatre!

“Hey Steve!” she trailed off when she noticed him on a ladder cleaning the graffiti off of the marquee.

He turned to face her, dreading whatever assault she might have decided to inflict upon him this time.

Daniel, who had elected to enjoy the show discreetly from the vantage point of the parking lot, took in the sight of Steve cleaning off the graffiti.

“Stay away from my friends!” Tara finally settled on once she brung her backpedal to a halt.

Steve shot a quizzical look as she got in her car and drove off.

Daniel had a hard time believing his eyes even as he got on his motorcycle and rode off. Did he REALLY see Steve “The Hair” Harrington, King of Hawkins High, clean of defamatory graffiti?

Once Daniel got back home, he saw his mother on the phone.

“Karen, it’s Eleanor! I was just calling to see if Tara might be with Nancy.”

“She could be, but she snuck out of the house earlier this morning so I wouldn’t know. Eleanor, this is honestly a bad time. There are… people over.”

“Are they also from the Electric Department?”

Pause.

“Yes. Gotta go. Hope you find Tara soon.”

Click.

Eleanor sighed in exasperation.

“As both I and my client have reiterated,” Daniel overheard Matthew tell the agents, “My client WAS a participant in Project MK Ultra, but she ended her involvement long before she was pregnant with the twins.”

“I understand that, Mr. Golding, but there are some discrepancies in that information that fail to corroborate that.”

“We told you what we know and will happily defend that in court.”

This was overwhelming. Daniel NEEDED a smoke break or he was going to lose his mind.

“Where were you?!” Eleanor asked, noticing him head to the backyard.

“I was out, okay??” Daniel asked, slamming the glass door to the backyard behind him.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, holding a cigarette between his teeth.

Tara parked her car by the quarry and decided to energise as much as she could on her snacks and caffeinated soda.

Once the sun set, she decided to trail down the same path that got her and her family taken to the Mirror Realm while in search of La Llorona.

“You can’t hide anymore! I know who you are! And I’m not leaving without Will, so you might as well show yourself!”

Snap.

Tara turned her attention to the noise, reflexively kicking up dirt and leaves with her psychic powers only to see a deer scurry off.

She sniffled as the blood ran down her nose, drawing a breath and reminding herself that she needed to conserve her power and energy as she wiped her upper lip.

Just then, she felt something grab her ankle and drag her. By the time she came to her senses and realised what was happening, she was back in the Mirror Realm, faced with the troll. Tara immediately hoisted it up in the air with her psychic abilities.

“You’re not going to hurt my friends anymore!” she declared as she threw it back to the ground.

For the most part, Tara had the upper hand in the showdown… at least until she began losing control of her powers again.

That might have been the end of her if not for something else apparently grabbing the troll’s attention.

“Oh no, you don’t! You get back here, you stupid jerk!”

Tara chased after it for a bit but unfortunately, her heart betrayed her as her condition left it unable to support her as she tried to pursue the troll.

Once she relaxed and caught her breath, she got up and began looking again.

For some reason, in the Mirror realm, things were easy to find if she knew exactly what she was looking for. That will definitely come in handy. After she deals with the troll, she should have a pretty easy time finding Will and getting them both out of there.

She followed the path out of pure instinct, entirely unsure of what exactly was leading her or what she was following, but whatever it was lead her to… Jonathan‘s house?

Oh great. The troll is after him, too.

Tara cautiously approached, sensing the troll was close and hoping to use the element of surprise to regain the upper hand.

To say that round 2 was brutal was putting it lightly. Tara indeed caught the troll off guard and used that to her best advantage and managed to toss the troll around like a rag doll for a good 5 minutes before losing control of her powers again. This time, though, there was no saving grace.

She, to her credit, fought this thing mercilessly as they were both tossed back and forth between the Mirror Realm and the real world.

It was hard for Tara to keep track of exactly what was happening, as she was running purely on the thought of inflicting as much damage as she possibly could before the troll inevitably overpowered her.

Once the fighting seemed to have stopped, Tara surveyed her surroundings. She was back in the real world. In Jonathan’s house. Inside was Jonathan, Nancy and… was that Steve… with a baseball bat… with nails in it?

Tara was far too injured to try to unpack whatever the hell was happening here. Not that she could start, since the troll came back.

Thankfully, her adrenaline kicked up one last time, allowing her to lift the troll up with her psychic powers and toss it straight back into the Mirror Realm and breaking its legs for good measure. Once she was sure that it wasn’t coming back, her adrenaline crashed and she collapsed.

Nancy, Steve and Jonathan rushed to her side.

“Shit! She’s gonna bleed to death!” Steve panicked, frantically looking for something to bind her wounds.

Jonathan ran to the bathroom, grabbed the first aid kit out of the medicine cabinet and practically threw it at Steve.

“Tara, stay with me!” Jonathan said, grabbing her face.

Nancy grabbed her hand, tears welling up in her face. “It’s gonna be okay, Tara! We promise!”

Tara weakly turned to Nancy.

“Nancy… are we really friends?”

“Of course we are!” Nancy replied.

Tara noticed the gun at her side but also noticed something poking out of her jacket sleeve.

“Our friendship bracelet… you really kept it… since 4th grade?”

“Of course, I did.”

“I… kept… mine… too.”

Tara practically gasped for air as she used what little strength she had left to turn her head to Jonathan.

“I… tried to find Will… but… the troll… it got me… I failed…”

“It’s okay, Tara!”

Tears rolled down Tara’s face as she continued.

“I… I never said anything… because… I… I was just so scared that… you wouldn’t feel the same… but… but… I… I… I… I… I…”

Tara swallowed thickly.

“I love you!” she finally forced out as the tears pooled under her head.

“I know!” Jonathan said, practically sobbing over her. “It’s okay! Just stay with me! Promise you won’t leave us here! So many people love you and want you to stay!”

Tara’s lip weakly quivered. “Do you love me?”

As though he was being saved from a very uncomfortable position, Steve interjected.

“I stopped the bleeding.” he said, breathing a heavy sigh of relief.

Tears poured out of Nancy’s eyes as she breathed out a sigh of relief.

“You’re doing so good!” Jonathan said, equally relieved. “Just hold on!”

Once Nancy caught her breath, she turned her attention back to Tara. “Tara, I know this is VERY scary for you, but you HAVE to go to the hospital.”

“No…” Tara protested, the fear instantly kicking up in her.

“You have to!” Jonathan insisted. “You’ll die if you don’t!”

“No…” Tara shook her head as tears poured out of her eyes. “Please… no… don’t make me…”

Just then, a car pulled into the Byers driveway. Steve opened the door to see Sam’s Ford Bronco and out of it came Eleanor, Sam, Gabby and Daniel.

“Tara! Tara wake up!”

Steve turned around to see that Tara had drifted off and Jonathan and Nancy were desperately trying to shake her awake.

“Tara! Wake up! Please wake up!” Jonathan pleaded.

Both him and Nancy were sobbing, desperately trying to rouse the poor girl.

Eleanor gasped in horror at the sight of her gravely wounded child and rushed toward her, taking her in her arms.

“What did you do to her?” Eleanor demanded. “What did you do? What did you do to my baby?”

Eleanor sobbed hysterically once she realised the gravity of the situation.

Jonathan sunk his face into his knees and sobbed. Nancy cried in Steve’s arms, who tried his best to console her.

Daniel’s whole body went numb. Ironically, even though he was warned about this ahead of time, he’s having the worst reaction to it all actually unfolding. He collapsed to the floor. His vision blurred.

Everything went black.

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[bellesowl]

kiss and make up

- multiple characters 

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip 

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

-

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face. 

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time. 

-

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?” 

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you. 

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish. 

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-” 

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

-

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hqradiostation #atsumu headcanons #atsumu drabble #miya atsumu #atsumu scenarios #atsumu angst #atsumu x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #sakusa hcs #sakusa x reader #hq sakusa #sakusa imagines #sakusa angst #all my love - signed; isa

[chuuyrr]

hello!! i saw ur requests is open and i was excited i wanted to ask u this when i saw ur blog(btw ur blog is so amazing it became one of my fav<3) can i ask bby scarlet witch fushiguro just waking up at 3am and waking up gojo just to say they threw up. if yk the meme😭😭 and actually this happened to me last week when baby sitting my cousin lmao thanks!!

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader wakes gojo up at 3am

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, mentions of throwing up, dad! gojo panicking and getting scared comically but caring for baby! reader

oh my god, i'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this! ngl this is one of my favorite requests, i've mentioned this before, but the way i experienced and did this last year to my mom except i didn't get coddled.. i got scolded at 😭thank you so much requesting, enjoy anon <3

it was three in the morning, gojo satoru snored peacefully in his slumber with his sleeping eyemask until he was woken up by the sound of your voice calling out to him repeatedly in the dark.

"daddy? daddy, wake up."

the limitless sorcerer sat upright, letting out a small yawn as he yanked the sleeping eyemask that was covering his crystalline blue eyes. rubbing his eyes, his gaze adjusted at the darkness of the room.

"kikufuku? what is it, baby? did you get a nigh—OH MY GOD."

the strongest jujutsu sorcerer felt his heart drop when he saw your shadowy figure standing by the doorframe. the way you stood scared the living hell out of him. you looked just like a sleep paralysis demon with your eyes glowing red in the darkness (you teleported inside his bedroom). before you could even tell him what happened, gojo let out a scream. yes, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer screamed, and it almost came out as a shriek too.

"[NAME]?!" gojo squinted his eyes and instantly clutched his chest, painfully gasping at the sight of you. "IS THAT YOU?"

"yeah, it's me.." you answered rather quietly in response as you watched gojo got up from bed to switch the light on and get a better look at you.

gojo let out a relieved sigh once he confirmed it was really you. the ghost you've been telling him made him jumpy and low-key scared at the thought of a sleep paralysis demon actually existing inside your home, but really it was just geto.

"oh, thank god. you scared me, kikufuku! what's the matter? it's three in the morning." gojo ran his fingers through his disheveled white locks of hair. "did you have a nightmare?"

"dad, i threw up." you admitted, almost shamefully and shyly as you clasped your hands together behind your back.

"YOU WHAT?"

gojo is scared even more now. more than he was afraid of a sleep paralysis demon.

you were instantly picked up and brought to the bathroom. gojo flickered the lights on and immediately got you cleaned up. as he washed you up and helped you get dressed in new pajamas, he couldn't help but frantically bombard you with questions.

"are you okay? does your stomach hurt? do you feel dizzy? do you have a fever?" gojo asked, patting your forehead and neck before carrying you back to his bedroom. "oh my god, this has never happened before. no, megumi never threw up. that's it, i'm calling shoko."

gojo proceeded to call his friend after setting you down on his bed and entering your bedroom to clean up your vomit and put the sheets and carpet in the laundry with a phone in between his shoulder blade and ear.

"come on, shoko. pick up, pick up." gojo mumbled repeatedly as he returned to his bedroom, where you made grabby hands towards him, wanting to be carried.

"satoru?" a tired yawn elicited from shoko who was on the other side of the line. "what is it this time? please don't tell me [name] has a fever."

"SHOKO, [NAME] JUST THREW UP! WHAT DO I DO?"

"SATORU, WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

as you leaned against a frantic gojo who was now carrying you with one arm, it turns out, the reason why you threw up is that you ate too many sweets before you and gojo went to bed. discipline was something gojo lacked, especially when he was down to earth in spoiling you with the things you wanted. after getting yelled at by shoko, gojo got some advice on what to do, which was to not feed you any food or water for thirty minutes, but feed you non-greasy foods afterward, so your stomach won't be empty, and was strictly told to bring you to her for a check-up tomorrow. 

gojo cradled you in his arms, putting away his phone and coddling you. "oh, my poor kikufuku. i'm so sorry. it was daddy's fault. are you okay? you're practically clinging to me."

"i'm sorry i scared you." your muffled voice reached his ears. you had your face buried against his neck with your tiny arms grasping the fabric of his pajama shirt.

"what? no, kikufuku. it's okay." gojo comforted you, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. "we'll wait for thirty minutes, and then we'll eat some crackers and get you some water, okay?"

"m'kay." you nodded at gojo.

"does your stomach hurt?" gojo still felt guilty and ashamed.

"not anymore, but it did when i threw up." you explained to him.

"i should have been there to hold your hair up and rub your back. god, i'm so sorry. i'm such a bad dad. it must have hurt, yeah?" gojo emotionally muffled his face in your hair, as he carried you in his arms.

once thirty minutes had passed, gojo got you to eat some crackers and gave you some water. after you brushed your teeth, you made grabby hands towards your dad, wanting to be picked up again.

"can i sleep with you?" you asked, looking up to his crystalline blue eyes.

"of course, kikufuku." gojo smiled at you sweetly, picking you up once again.

gojo flicked the lights off and tucked the two of you under the covers. you immediately cuddled up to his chest, muffling your face onto his neck as you held onto him, which your dad couldn't help but coo and smile at.

"are you sure your stomach doesn't hurt or anything?" gojo asked once more, running his fingers through your hair.

you hummed in agreement. "mhm!"

"that's good, but we will still need to go to auntie ieiri for a check-up. okay?" gojo informed you, which you responded with a small "okay" this time.

"goodnight, daddy." you said in a soft spoken yet audible, muffled voice.

gojo gently pulled you away to brush the hair away from your forehead and gave it a kiss.

"goodnight, kikufuku. sweet dreams."

bonus scene:

you were woken up by gojo shifting in his sleep. opening your eyes, half-lidded, you let out a yawn and turned to your father only to see a tall and unfamiliar ghost looming over him. he looked just like megumi, but bigger and buffer. his ghostly hands were holding gojo by the neck angrily with the intent to strangle him.

"you irresponsible dumbass! how could you overfeed my kid sweets, hmm?!"

gojo awoke and immediately sat upright, clutching his neck, before you could process the ghost's words. soon as he did, the ghost disappeared from your sight in a split second as your eyes fully opened. 

"daddy! are you okay?" you sat upright after gojo had and clung onto him in concern.

"i think i was having a nightmare. i just saw toji." gojo took deep breaths before giving you a pat on the head. "don't worry, daddy's okay."

"who's toji?" you tilted your head at the side. completely oblivious at the fact that gojo had just mentioned your real daddy.

gojo interjected, smiling as he sweatdropped. "nothing! nevermind!"

little did gojo know that another ghost had a bone to pick with him too, and this time it was the ghost that watched over you and him, the same ghost with a man-bun. he stood behind gojo with arms folded, fox-like eyes narrowed and burned holes in the back of gojo's head. 

your dead biological father and uncle were and are still watching over you.

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[ira-hydrangea]

The Meeting

Part 1 (Malleus, Leona and Kalim)

Just a little chat between them with Imperial Heir at the Celebration day 😌 or your 17th birthday banquet. Oh, I also add an OC. The Imperial Heir Cousin, Li Wei (he is an OC from @fr0st-km check out their blog). I try to put the Imperial Heir as gender-neutral. If they're a slip, I apologize.

I put the writing in YOUR POV instead of third person. Now enjoy this~

Warning: None (I think)

Malleus Draconia

YOUR POV

“Did I disturb you, child of man?” The soft voice of my childhood friends immediately rings through my ears.

“Tsunotaro! You arrived earlier than I expected.” I immediately greet my childhood friends from the dressing room. I can see his silhouette behind the curtain.

“Nonsense. I have just finished changing my clothes for today's celebration. Did you want to see it?” I giggle seeing his silhouette nod with enthusiasm. I signaled the servant to open the door and let him in. When he stepped inside the room, he froze looking at me. I look at him teasingly.

“What? Am I that beautiful?” I tease him. He only let a chuckle and answer with a soft smile.

“Very beautiful.” That action makes my face blush. I’m sure now my face is as red as my robe.

“It’s not fair! How could someone be this charming!” I pout looking at him from my mirror. Malleus let himself walk behind me and play with my long hair.

“I have a gift for you, my child of man,” Malleus said sincerely before putting out a box. I look at it curiously and open it.

“Tsunotaro! This piece of earing is really beautiful!” I told him and casually take out the earrings and examine them.

“I’m glad you like it. I even make sure it matches with your attire.” I hum at Malleus's answer and start to put on the earrings. Surprisingly, it really fit with my attire today. I look at him with a big smile.

“So… Should I consider this a wedding gift?” I ask him teasingly. This question makes him froze and slowly he look bewildered.

“What with that look? Do you think I forget about our promise when we are little? How rude, Tsunotaro!” I look at him with an offended look. Malleus simply chuckles at this.

“Haha… You tend to forget things easily so I thought I need to remind you later at the celebration.” Malleus answer simply. I glare at him before pulling his robe so his face is closed with mine. I can even swear feal our lips lightly brush against each other.

“Stop teasing me too much. Or shall I punish you later at our wedding night?” I whisper at him slowly before lightly pushing him back to his feet.

“Just Kidding~. I think you should go now, Malleus. I need to style my hair. See you at the Celebration!” I wink at him and let my personal servant take him out.

“Your highness, I think you broke him~” The teasing voice of my personal butler come from behind me. I look at him from the mirror reflection.

“Hm~ Really? Do you think I should call for a doctor, Che'nya?” I ask him.

“I think even a doctor can’t help him.” I laugh at his answer.

MALLEUS POV

“Oh, thank god. I thought you two will skip the celebration to spend a night together before a wedding.” Lilia said to appear in front of Malleus's dazed eyes.

“Malleus?” Lilia try to snap Malleus back to reality.

“Lilia. I’m afraid I almost lose control there.”

“Oh, dear… That sounds serious."

Leona Kingscholar

YOUR POV

After getting ready with all my clothes, I tell Grim that I would go outside the balconies and take some fresh air. The moon is especially bright today. I look fondly towards the sky and the light that come from the building below us. Until a rustling sound can be heard from the tree near the balconies. Thinking it was an assassin I throw my hidden knife as a warning and push the assassins out. But the one that pops out is not like a normal assassin.

“Oi! Herbivore, you try to kill me in my sleep or what?” He grumpily said to me before our eyes lock together. I notice that ruffle hair and sharp green eyes. I lean my body towards the railing trying to find the lion's ears. When I spot them, I smirk.

“And what the second prince of Afterglow Savannah doing sleeping in the tree? Or are perhaps stuck in there?” I tease him.

“...Tch. Apologies your highness. I hope I didn’t disturb you and I can get down from here myself.” He said before jumping down the tree branch and land in front of me.

“My prince. If someone sees you in the balconies of my private room. I afraid they will get the wrong idea.” I told him. He smirked at that statement before leaning his face near me.

“What the wrong idea? Would you explain it to me, your highness?” He asks while keeps coming closer to me but his face stops in front of me. I can see his clear green eyes that look like a jade stone. His eyes look hypnotizing to me. Until something is been put in my hand.

“Heh... I just want to return this knife you throw at me earlier. Now excuse me. I believe your celebration will start soon.” He said that with a smirk before jumping down from my balconies and disappearing among the trees.

“Did you have fun, your highness?” Chenya voice can be heard from behind me.

“Very.” I look at the knife in my hands with interesting eyes and turn my eyes to look at Chenya.

“Find everything you can about him. Especially if he engaged or not. A man like that is something I can’t miss.” I order Chenya before stepping into my room. Only after I get inside my room, I let myself blush like crazy.

‘He.Is.So.Handsome!’ I internally squel.

LEONA POV

“Shishishi! Did you plan work, Leona-san?” Ruggie asks after I return.

“Who do you think I am? Of course, it works. Great Job on finding that opportunity, Ruggie.”

“I’m happy to help.”

Kalim Al-Asim.

YOUR POV

I keep looking at myself in the mirror. Grim is behind me, trying to make the accessories better. Chenya soon comes in and whisper to me.

"Your Highness, there someone waiting for you outside."

"Who?"

"My heart hurt, dear little cousin~. Did you forget the voice of your older brother?" I look outside excitingly and open the door to hug the person behind it.

"Cousin Wei! You come!" I said still hugging the said person. The male is my older cousin from my mother's side. He just laughs heartily at my reaction and hugs me very tight.

"My baby cousin is now an adult. This brother is so proud!"

"Cousin Wei! To tight!"

"Hehe sorry..." He let go of the hug and give me this charming smile. Until a cough can be heard from behind him.

"*cough* Sorry, Did I interrupt you?" I turn to look at the white-haired boy and wearing these unique clothes from the land of sands. I look at him curiously.

"Kalim! I told you to wait at the banquet hall! How did you even get past the guard?" Wei said a little loud making the said male laugh awkwardly.

"I'm sorry! I thought you want to pick a fight again so I come and make sure you didn't do that. And the guard just let me come when I told them, I go with you." The boy named Kalim answered Wei. I look at the interaction interestingly.

"Tch. That useless guards. I will beat them later."

"And who is this, Cousin Wei? You're betrothed?" I ask Wei teasingly. His cheek turn a little bit pink but he shakes his head.

"No, he is not. This is my childhood friend, Kalim Al-asim. Kalim, this is my little cousin, Y/n. You maybe know them already since they are pretty big figures." Kalim eyes went wide hearing that and immediately bow.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness the Imperial Heir. I give my greetings to you."

"Likewise, the oldest son of the Asim Family," I reply. Before we can talk more, Grim appear and said that the father Emperor asked for my presence in the hallways before the banquet.

"Just go, sis. I see you at the banquet." Wei gives me one hug before letting me go. I waves at him a little and go to the direction that Grim lead.

KALIM POV

"You almost give me a heart attack there! When I told you to stay put just stay at one place and-"

"Li Wei, you never told me you and the Imperial Heir are cousins!" He looks nervous at this.

"Yes, we are. My father and their mother are siblings. Something wrong?" He ask me and I said excitingly.

"Can you make me keep in touch with them?"

"What?"

"I-I would love to get closer to them." Wei look at me with this serious face.

"Did you want them to choose you to become one of their partners?" Wei ask bluntly making me blush.

"W-well. It would be great if they did choose me."

"... I didn't promise that. I still didn't like the tradition that they need to choose partners at the age of 17. They are still a child just let them be. I see what I can do to convince them. If it's you Kalim, I'm sure you would be a great consort." He said that and I hug him immediately. I didn't even notice his sad expression that replace that serious face.

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Dive Into You: Part 4.(M)

Preview: “What brings you into confession today?”

Pastor Lee’s voice sounds through the small wooden booth around you. Uncomfortably shifting in your seat when the reality of confessing your sins to the one who brought them into this world settles.

“Pastor… what does the bible say about pre-marital sex with two brothers?”

“At the same time?!” Pastor Lee spits out abruptly, gagging on his words.

“Separately Pastor!”

Pairing: brothers Jeno/Haechan x female reader

Word Count: 4k

Genre: pwp, church boys AU, smut, love triangle, brothers nohyuck, a little angsty

Warning: sacrilegious themes, explicit language, master manipulator Haechan, innocent Jeno, corruption, cheating, religious innuendos

Smut Warning: dry humping, fingering, in public setting

Intro—>

Part 1–>

Part 2–>

Part 3–>

“Oh my gosh goodness, that woman is old enough to be his mother!” Your mother gasps, hand over her chest. Haechan strutting into mass with, quite frankly a woman old enough to be his mother. Scantily clad in a tight skimpy hardly there dress. Arm securely draped around her waist. Your jaw falls open following where he leads her into a pew. Both Mark and Jeno sharing looks, back and forth between you and Haechan. Mumbling whispers erupting throughout the crowd of church-goer’s gathered.

“Isn’t that woman just a bit too mature for Pastor Lee’s son?” A voice behind you whispers. Conversations sparking around faster. Pastor Lee awestruck at the podium, slack jawed similar to you and others questioning what Haechan is doing. Your mother scoffing eavesdropping in on everyone muffling their words.

“That is just disappointing. Such a promising young man, wasting his time with an old whore like that.” She lets out a sound in dismay. Never noticing how you hide your face behind the scripture for today's mass. If you muted everyone's speaking enough, sure enough, you’d be able to hear your heartbreaking this very moment. Blinking away hot tears threatening to pass over the rims of your eyes.

Your mother may have not noticed, but that didn’t mean the altar boys missed the way you sunk into your seat. Sadness taking over your features as Haechan relaxed in the pew across from you. Arm around this woman’s shoulders, large smirk displayed. Jeno and Mark gave you many warnings, too many. Your stubborn fault for not listening…always insisting to do things your way. Maybe this was how life worked? How could you have expected a guy like Haechan to want you for more than sex?

Your eyes lift to the ominous cross hung above the altar where you let Haechan commit sin with your body. This church becoming more like a place to drag your mind through hell than anything. Ah, but what was really the point in letting yourself get upset over this? He used you, like some brainless naive idiot you danced along to the pied pipers fiddle.

With a few rapid blinks you return to stare at the floor until this dragging mass ends. Catching Jeno’s gaze before you land on the dirty brown itchy carpet. His lips part open, surprised when your eyes lock on each other. The question passing through his mind all too obvious in his stare. A silent ‘are you ok?’ that you didn’t even deserve from him.. Forcing a smile, your eyes end on the floor, defeated. What if Jeno was the angel on your shoulder that you turned a muted ear to? Turning the volume up for the devil on your other side. Consequences, that’s what the bible was all about wasn’t it? Learning your lesson and living with the aftermath.

Eve bit into the apple of temptation, you were no different.

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“Father Lee insisted we provide fruit along with baked goods. Health is wealth!” Your mother slaps an apple in your palm. Turning to greet approaching bodies with a shining bright small. Like a wire hanger was propped in her mouth.

“Watermelon! My favorite!” Mark’s brows wiggle, picking up a plate of vibrant fruit. “The fruit of salvation. You know fruit represents, pleasures.. overindulgence, temptation.”

Mark holds up a slice of bright red watermelon. Pale light in the bible room dimming it’s flavorful beauty. Admiring it as if it’s the best thing in the world. He takes a large bite, avoiding seeds. Juice spilling down his chin, speaking between chews- “Can’t always agree with the bible I guess.”

“That’s shocking coming from you..” you look at the apple in hand. Thumb rubbing over a bruise developed on the red yellow coating.

“Nothings perfect right? Only God is perfect. Look at that apple, bruised but still serves a purpose. Sort of like us, we have our flaws but we’re doing our best.” Mark shrugs, devouring the rest of his watermelon.

“You’re pretty logical when you’re not quoting Samael 6:66 all the time.” You smile, earning the jaw drop from Mark as expected.

“Now that is just blasphemous, you little harlot!” Mark scoffs. Damn finger waving about in front of your nose. “Jesus said..”

“Save the quote, I’m not seeing the gates of heaven anytime soon.” You quietly interrupt Mark. Setting down the apple with the other fruits. Some more pristine then others, none perfect. How could perfection be defined anyway..

“I’m pretty sure my invitation to the sky above got revoked years ago.” Perfection spoke up. Jeno standing by, catching the tail end of your conversation. Hands shoved into the pockets of his tight black jeans. Form hugging black t-shirt tucked in. Defined trimmed waist leading down to sculpted long legs. Physique of a God if you’d ever seen one.

“Gods for sure not the only perfect being..” you mumble under your breath. Mark and Jeno’s eyes both lifting to you curiously. Smiling, shrugging off a response. “Well I’m sure you redeemed yourself with all that bible camp stuff. God loves shit like that.”

“Does he now?” Jeno’s arms cross over his chest. Forehead wrinkling in surprise. Mark muttering into another bite of fruit how you needed to stop cursing all the time.

“He doesn’t communicate with me, but I’d imagi-…” Haechan’s loud laughter cuts your speech off. Entering the room with that woman old enough to be his mother. Pulling them closer to the table filled with coffee, pastries, fruits. Shifting side to side anxiously as they near, stomach bubbling in.. embarrassment? Was it because Mark and Jeno knew?..or could at least assume very well.

“Aw nono, you already changed out of your cute little altar boy get up? Wanted to introduce my girl to my cute innocent little brother. Now you just look like hot topic threw up on you or something.” Haechan pokes at Jeno. Smirk plastered across his face. Jeno’s ‘fuck off’ reply coming in like garbled words.

My girl?! My girl? All of a fucking sudden? Hag. Haechan wasn’t even sparing you a glance. If he was trying to make it clear there was nothing between the two of you- he didn’t need to try much harder. Accepting the situation the best to your abilities or not wasn’t going to stop the rush of tears attempting to streak down your face. A quick spin had you racing out of the church, Jeno’s neck snapping catching sight of your back exiting.

“You’re such a dick Haechan.” Shoving past his older brother, Jeno pushes past a few bodies. Running out of church behind you.

“I didn’t watch the porn because there was a watermelon in it…BUT there was a watermelon in it…” Mark’s eyes lift expecting to see you and Jeno. Too engrossed in his favorite snack. Haechan staring at him dumb founded.

“This is exactly why I don’t believe in God.” Haechan’s head shakes, teeth clicking. Nudging the woman at his side to agree with him. “He’s my distant cousin. Emphasis on distant.”

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“Hey! Wait up!” Jeno catches up to you easily. Long legs sprinting out faster than you were moving. Hand wrapping around your arm, revealing your wet tear stained face with a turn. His face instantly falling, chest moving up and down returning to a regular breathing pace.

“It’s ok..” hands lift covering your face. You should be accustomed to this sensation of embarrassment by now. Hunching in, sobbing harder the more it settles in. Humiliating deeper because it wasn’t some secret you could live with. Jeno knew exactly how easily you walked into his brothers trap.

His hands shook, staying still in the air near your head. Internally resisting the immediate urge to comfort you. Arms dropping, hands flopping down by his sides. Lips pursing annoyed he couldn’t bring himself to even touch you. The fact was- you weren’t interested in him. You were another broken girl, crying at his feet over Haechan. Ignoring the stinging pain in his chest, from watching you break down. From knowing why you were in such pain. Who knew either way, Jeno wasn’t going to admit it.

“I can.. take you home..”

His delicate rasp reaches your ears past muffled cries. Pouting, rubbing your palms across wet heated cheeks. Reminding yourself in the back of your mind how you probably looked like shit. The last way you’d prefer for Jeno to see you, not that it mattered.

“Don’t wanna go home..” you sigh into your hands, shoulders shaking trying to control yourself. “Dad’s home..”

Jeno looks around, eyes falling on his bike under a large tree. Shaded from the bright daytime sun. Mouth lifting to one side, he could take you to the diner? The book shop was closed on Sundays to prioritize mass.. or maybe..

“I got a place..” Jeno pulls your wrist. Sad face reveal causing another type of tight clench in his chest. “Come with me.”

Gently leading you toward his bike, unclasping the helmets attached along the back. The memory of riding attached to his back still drawing impure thoughts to your mind. No idea who you even were anymore. Riding around on the back of an attractive boys motorcycle. Losing your virginity in church of all places.

Arms circling around his flat stomach. Jeno smelled nice, clean and fresh. Nothing too strong, your nose tempted to dive in with a deep inhale. Opting to rest your chin on his broad upper back where it dipped down the middle. Not bothering to question where he was going to take you, grateful he even cared.

He cared.

“What is this place?” You cautiously stepped forward. Looking down the ledge of the cliff Jeno had brought you to. Setting the helmets back on the bar attached at the end of his bike.

“I guess I come here to get away.” He shrugs, moving to stand by your side. “Small town, not many places to go. It’s hard when you’ve lived here all your life, everyone thinks they know you..”

“Yea..” guilt gnaws away at your gut. You were no different from everyone else. Like your mother looking at Jeno with preconceived notions, judgement. “It’s hard when you’re the town pastor’s son, I can only imagine..”

“Pft.. cause he’s so innocent. Somehow brain washed everyone into forgetting he cheated, knocked up my mom while still married to Haechan’s..”

“Oh…” scuffing your boots nervously against dirt. Sparing glances Jeno’s way. Chiseled jaw having you ready to swoon like some sad teenager passing her crush in the hallway. Mind so far away distracted, screaming at yourself that Jeno’s trying to have a deep conversation with you. “I didn’t uh…know that about your dad.”

“He just lucked out my mom didn’t tell anyone about the church intern fresh out of high school that she filed divorce papers over..” Jeno says, removing his jacket. Holding it open for you with a questioning look. Your eyes widen, immediately caving in a moment of weakness. Allowing him to drape the material around your shoulders. Fresh scent engulfing your sense of smell.

“You’re really.. nice Jeno. Considering everything, I have to admit I expected you to be more like Haechan..” you express, pulling the jacket around yourself tighter.

“We aren’t that different, growing up together will do that. Someone has to be the scapegoat, unfortunately it’s always me. Typical younger sibling syndrome right?” Jeno rubs his exposed arm, muscle tank revealing bits of tattoo. You nod to his words, unable to picture Jeno and Haechan getting along like two loving brothers.

“Your tattoo… your dad doesn’t know about it right?” You inquire, returning to topic back to Jeno. Ready to forget his brothers existence, at least for the time being.

“Oh yea..he’d probably ship me off to Jerusalem, peace core or some shit.” Jeno laughs, pushing the loose cut off sleeve up. Further exposing the evil creature blaring into your vision.

“Why a demon?”

“Why not right? I lost my faith in religion when my dad kept coming up with new excuses for why his sins were forgiven. God isn’t real anyway.” Jeno finishes. Eyes narrowing, expecting a reaction from you.

“I think you’re right actually..” you nod, softly smiling. Awestruck eyes staring into yours, satisfied. “..I should probably get home. Didn’t even tell my mom I was leaving. She’s gonna be so pissed..”

“Ah yea..can’t have that. She’s pretty intense huh?” Jeno scratches his throat anxiously. The voice in the back of his mind yelling at him to do something now. “..I’ll take you home.”

You take languid drawn out steps together. Tension surging between your bodies like electric shocks. Jeno reaching for his helmet. Fingers hesitating to open the clasp.

“Can I ask you something?” he looks away, teeth digging at his bottom lip. Was that nerves?

“Of course” you promptly respond, bouncing on your toes.

“If Haechan..hadn’t.. I don’t know, gotten to you first..” Jeno cringes. Focusing his eyes on the ground. Ending his curiosity there, struggling with his hope that you’d ever like him.

“What do you mean?” Your brows furrow, moving in, closing the space between your bodies. Jeno’s eyes meet yours, giving away the intent behind his question. “..you..why are you asking? You don’t..”

“It’s nothing, forget it.” Jeno’s head shakes, realization hitting you. Guys like Jeno never gave you the time of day..

“Would you have?” Boldly your hand lands on his, pulling fingers away from the helmet. Still wearing his jacket, could you be more oblivious?

“I wanted to..” those words are all it takes. Pushing up on your toes, lips smashing on his. Fever like heat raising your confidence to go for it. Jeno’s been good to you- the cold demeanor a cover up for how painfully shy you make him.

Hands find your hips, pressing you against the seat of his bike. Ass digging into the warm leather, jacket falling from your shoulders. Jeno kissing you back needy, full of desperation, loud breaths passing through his nose. Finger nails scraping the material of your dress, gathering the fabric up. Skin rubbing on the sun kissed bike under you. He presses in, tongue flicking out, asking for permission to enter. Fisting the cotton shirt on his chest in a wrinkled mess. Mouth parting so fast, too fast. Wet tongues eagerly meeting, rolling against the roof of your mouth.

Jeno’s groans are hot, raspy and deep. Affecting you quickly, sinking back on the bike when his hips roll between your thighs. Hard on tenting angrily in tight jeans. Grinding against your soaking core.

“God I..” Jeno mumbles on your lips, lapping spit across your mouth. His own pouting out cutely, blood tinted lips shining in outdoor light. “I really…whoa..fuck..”

“Jeno..” your arms lift, wrapping around his neck. Bringing your bodies together impossibly close. Pained moan trapped in his throat, thrusting in anguish. Craving to bend you over on his bike, slap your ass and fuck you until you can’t even remember his brothers name.

Jeno’s thumb shoves between your wet mouth, tongue swirling around. Groaning louder with another crushing thrust. Cock screaming for release, working up a faster speed. Demanding movements bouncing you on the bike. Eyes falling shut sucking at his thumb, picturing the length prodding at your walls sitting heavy in your mouth instead. Both of you growing needier with each dry hump against each other. Calves finding Jeno’s hips, lifting yourself up writhing against the hard fabric of his worn jeans.

“You feel so good..fuck..” Jeno captures your upper lip, sucking harshly. Hips growing furious, thigh muscles flexing tightly. Dragging sweet panted moans out of you, thumb opening your mouth. Saliva drooling past both of your lips messily, chins coated in each other.

“Please..” you whimper, pleading. Unsure what you could be begging for. Jeno nods reassuringly, gripping the back of your neck. Hand falling from your mouth, finding space between your legs. Drenched underwear shoved aside, sliding long fingers up and down. Catching your wetness, palm covered, landing loudly on your mound. Jeno finding your clit, pressing down hard. Surprised scream releasing from your chest. Tongue covering your exposed neck, nipping at dips.

“Can I?” Jeno’s fingers prod your opening up entrance. Head nodding rapidly, eyes wide. Gliding past your convulsing walls. Groaned curses repeating from his lips, finding way deep inside of you. Slender pretty hands working you to a heightened pleasure. Jeno continuously licking around your jaw, catching parted lips in bites. Hard enough to leave you a swelling pained mess, lips pursing out asking for more.

He lets your neck go, face dropping, forehead hitting his shoulder. Tattoo coming to life so close up, licking the expanse inked skin. Jeno grits his teeth, whimpering with squeezed eyes. Hand squeezing your hip, fingers jabbing in and out. Thumb circling your clit with expertise, nothing innocent in his touches.

He squirms on your thigh, member begging to fuck you open. Resisting to need for himself, fully focused on getting you off. Enjoying the way your eyes roll, tongue hung out letting your mind succumb to his touches.

Your hips jump up, wriggling into the thrusts of his fingers. Reaching far deep within, hitting every delicious spot. Lips landing together in a bruising sloppy kiss, muffling strained moans. Jeno’s thumb pressing down just right on your clit, precise fingers hitting where you need him in repeated motions. Trembling around him, walls gripping tightly. Jeno’s motions slowing down, letting the climax high wash over you. Softly tracing kisses atop your burning cheeks, staggering down to your neck. Soft nips turning into hard bites, leaving marks of himself behind.

“I..” Jeno’s forehead rolls over yours, skin dragging against his. Nose nudging gently at you, nerves still clouding his sense. Hard breaths landing on your face, eyes finding yours, mind returning back to you. “I want.. I like you.. I need…..I want..to take you out, like…date out...”

You nod a bit too excited, nose hitting his. Jeno’s stressed words making you clench up around his fingers yet again. Another pained groan blended into a sigh sounding around you. “I want that so bad Jeno.. I really want you.”

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“What brings you in to confession today?”

Pastor Lee’s voice sounds through the small wooden booth around you. Uncomfortably shifting in your seat when the reality of confessing your sins to the one who brought them into this world settles.

“Pastor… what does the bible say about pre-marital sex with two brothers?”

“At the same time?!” Pastor Lee spits out abruptly, gagging on his spit.

“Separately Pastor!” You shriek out. Fingers stopping your lips, wondering if Pastor would recognize your voice. It’s not as if you spent time speaking to each other much..

“Well..” Pastor Lee’s throat clears, adjusting the collar tightening around his neck. “That’s..good to hear. Are you planning to wed one of these men?”

“Wed?! Like marry?” Your forehead creases, thinking it over. It was way too early to even consider such a thing. “I’m not pregnant pastor!”

“That’s…that’s good news my child.” Pastor audibly swallows. Sweat gathering at his hairline. “You..wish to know what the bible has to say about this?

“Am I going to hell if I choose to…have intercourse with both of them? I’ve only slept with one..”

“Only?” The pastor sounds flabbergasted. Gulping down another loud breath of air. “You won’t go to..hell over this. You need to repent for your mistakes none the less. God is good, and forgiving.”

“So, I’m not going to hell right?” Your frazzled tone sounds around the booth. Growing frustrated the longer he skirts around your questions.

“Yes my child, of course God does, but!-…”

“….God forgives all right? Like…God will love and forgive me even if I do happen to…somehow…you know..fornicate with uhm..” you chew on your thumb nail, catching yourself ready to say- ‘your sons’. “..siblings?”

Pastor Lee becomes frantic on the other side of the confessional booth. Fingers quickly turning through thin pages of his bible. Murmuring sounds of ‘uhm’ between, buying extra time to find an explainable excuse for why you absolutely should not do such a thing.

“Now my child.. yes God loves you, of course. I cannot say he would approve of you doing this! What about the brothers bond you could end up destroying?? That would be greed and lust! Those are sins child, sins!” Pastor Lee exasperates. Patting a handkerchief along his sweating forehead. Small towns hardly ever brought him confessions this extreme.

“Pastor, did you not have sex out of wedlock once too?.. more than once! With two different women! Does God approve of that?” You sit up straight. Hand slapping over your mouth after speedily replying. Shit, God probably didn’t care much for this conversation, that’s for damn sure..

“Child of God! now..” the pastor continues, avoiding your accusations. “Are you going to go through with this regardless of what excerpt from the bible I give you?”

“Yes father…I believe so..I really like this guy..” you timidly say. The thought that the pastor could have you in mind making your stomach turn.

“Well then..” with a heavy dissatisfied sigh, Pastor Lee continues. “Twenty hail Marys and Fifty our fathers should do it.”

“Fifty?!” your mouth falls open, disbelief stricken by the idea of sitting here for the next three hours repeating prayers.

“Make that seventy child. Ten for each seven deadly sin.”

You pause for a moment, hand on the door knob ready to exit. Mouth gaped considering asking what the bible says about losing your virginity in church. A minute of contemplation later, you decide it’s best to add another fifty hail Mary’s.

“Thank you so much Pastor Lee!”

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It felt a little scary, but fun, getting ready for your date with Jeno. Of course you still wanted to leave an impression, even with his confession.

Repeating it in your mind over and over again: A. Date. With. Jeno.

Holy fucking shit. What alternative universe had you stumbled into moving to live here. Maybe the best way to get over someone really was by getting under someone else…younger brother and all. God had to be real if this was how your love life was playing out.

Walking up to Jeno, he was a complete vision. Black messy hair pointing different directions, as if he just ruffled it and said ‘good enough’. Leather jacket all too tight over his defined rippling biceps, like a second skin. Silver chain necklaces shining under the sunset across the orange red sky behind him. Hoops adorning his ears making the sparkle in his eyes come to life. The large steel ball chain necklace catching your eye against his pale thick neck. Imagining him on top of you coated in a sheen of sweat. Cold chains dangling down on your skin..

“Isn’t this… your brothers car?!?” Your eyes nearly bulge out of sockets asking the question. Drawn out of the quick fantasy you’d almost drifted into. The cherry black trans am practically glowing behind Jeno.

“It is, isn’t it..” Jeno’s smile lifts into his eyes. Fingers waving around a set of keys mid-air. “Who do you think Haechan learned how to pick pocket from? Still no match to the king.”

Jeno unlocks the car, opening up the passenger door for you. Surprising you first with his tattoos.. now this. Maybe he wasn’t the innocent cute younger brother you’d perceived him as all this time.

The engine sounded alive, Jeno pulling out of your driveway. Better looking than any heart throb you’d see on some terrible basic cable teen drama. Arm reaching around the space between your bodies. Other stretched in front of him. Long fingers attached to pretty veins flexing around the spinning steering wheel. All he had to do was grab your thigh to set you bursting up in flames. Stealing subtle looks at him picturing the tattoo adorning his perfectly sculpted shoulder.

“Haechan doesn’t know you borrowed his car I’m guessing? Won’t he be mad?” You wonder out loud. Jeno’s smile spreading into his cheeks. Eyes squinting under the low sun coming through the windshield. Relaxed in the drivers seat making way down the empty road. Arm closest to you splaying out, fingers wrapping around your exposed leg. Shivers shooting up your heat from where his large palm covers the majority of your visible mid-thigh.

“That’s the plan.”

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Jolly Rancher - JJ Maybank

Request: Hey! Do you think you could do an imagine where the reader is Sarah’s twin and all the pogues are at a party or on the boat and her blood sugar drops really low (she has type one diabetes) and her pump keeps beeping. She is mid passing out, not feeling good and rafe has her Insulin so little bit of big brother rafe worried about his little sister and JJ and her not being together yet but he was super worried about her (like all of the pogues tbh). Thanks xxxx I really love your writing 🥺 every time you post something it makes my day

A/N: I did moderate research for this because the only person I actually know with diabetes is a cousin I don’t speak to. 

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In hindsight, taking the Druthers out in the bay for a party after sunset wasn’t exactly the best idea you and Sarah had ever come up with. And yeah, technically, taking the boat out would have been totally fine and acceptable but none of you had considered bringing anything but alcohol with you. Six pogues (two honorary) on a yacht in the middle of the bay with just alcohol and weed. It was a bad combination in any version of the world but especially in this one, where you’d been pregaming white claw because you were finally, finally, gonna tell JJ how you felt about him.

The crush had been a saga ongoing since you had first discovered JJ Maybank, which coincided with discovering that boys, while terrible, were incredibly attractive. And sometimes...not too terrible. John B had started working for your family the summer before highschool and at the same time JJ started to pop up. Around the Druthers when John B was cleaning the boat, in a neighbor’s yard mowing the grass or cleaning the pool. And then at the Island Club. By then you’d started hanging out with Kiara and her friends and JJ wasn’t just some cute guy who was friends with John B.  

“Honey,” Kiara laughed, reaching for the can of Naturdays in your hand, “I think you need to slow down.”  

“I’m fine.” You promised, knee jerking rapidly as you gulped the rest of the drink down before Kiara could take it from you.  

You weren’t a heavy drinker. The last time you’d gotten drunk was in ninth grade, at a house party on the cut with Kiara. You’d guzzled down one too many Pabst trying to act cool in front of JJ and had ended up in the hospital in diabetic shock. Once everyone was sure you weren’t going to die, your father had laid into you about how irresponsible you were and how you had acted like a child. It was embarrassing, mostly because you were still saddled to a hospital bed and your friends were standing in the hallway, well within ear shot of Ward.  

After that, you stayed away from anything more than two drinks at a party and you always kept your insulin with you. Except, apparently, for tonight. You’d gotten yourself worked up over confessing your feelings to JJ and the possibility of rejection that you were well on the way to drunk. And your insulin was in your backpack, in Rafe’s truck.  

“You’re not fine.” Kiara laughed, “you’re like, buzzing.”

“Buzzing,” you offered her a dopey smile as you leaned forward, whirling your pointer finger around as you made buzzing noises and tried to poke her.  

“What the hell?” She swatted your hand away, “are you sure you’re okay?”

The commotion was enough to get Sarah’s attention and she turned away from John B to look over at the two of you. “You’re like vibrating babe,” Sarah said, “you’re really jittery.”

“Fine, I’m fine...I’m all good.” You promised, bracing your hand on Sarah’s shoulder as you went to stand up. You missed your footing, tripping over the air and hitting the deck before either Kiara or Sarah could catch you.  

“Oh my god!” Kiara got down on her knees next to you and helped you sit up, leaning partially against her. She pushed your shirt up so that she could check your pump and noticed realized it had been going off. “Hey, do you have like...something to boost her blood sugar? I think it’s dropping really low, I can’t really read this?”

“It’s definitely low.” You replied, hands shaking as you checked your pump, “yeah...too much...too much alcohol.”

“Where’s your insulin?” Sarah asked, crouching down so she could try to meet your eyes, “hey, look at me, where’s your insulin?”  

You hummed, a little too long before finally looking at Sarah, “uh, Rafe’s...shit, Rafe’s truck.”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck!” Sarah cursed, getting up to grab her phone so she could call him, “John B, can you take us back?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he nodded, heading for the ladder.  

“Here!” JJ pushed through Pope and Kiara, spilling the contents of his backpack onto the deck beside you. Amongst a change of clothes, some pilfered pens, his wallet, house keys, weed, a stick of deodorant, and a travel toothbrush, was a bag of jolly ranchers. He grabbed a green one out and unwrapped it, holding it out to you, “here, it’ll make you feel better.”

“You have a bag of jolly ranchers in your backpack?” Kiara asked incredulously.

“Of course,” JJ replied, “if her sugar drops she said one jolly rancher usually does the trick.”  

It was a stupid thing to smile about, especially since you were currently using Kiara to hold yourself up and sucking on green apple jolly rancher, but you couldn’t help it. You had mentioned that ages ago, the first time you went out with the pogues after your drunken night turned ER visit, as you sat on the dock next to JJ. You had doubted he’d even cared and been embarrassed afterward for just rambling on about yourself but he remembered.

“You remembered,” you said as JJ sat beside you, letting you lean on his shoulder as the yacht headed back to the dock.  

Sarah had gotten a hold of Rafe quicker than she expected. He was already talking when he answered the phone, telling her that he was on the way back from Topper’s. According to Rafe he turned his truck immediately, that was what he told you later, when you were feeling more like yourself again. That he’d realized your backpack was still sitting on the passenger seat and he did a u-turn right there in the middle of the street. You weren’t sure that was totally true, your older brother’s pension for dramatics and your family’s obsession with treating you like a baby.  

Usually, it felt stifling but right now you were feeling pretty shitty about yourself. The jolly rancher did exactly what it was supposed to, boosting your blood sugar enough that you were beginning to feel better.  

“What were thinking?” Rafe called the minute he boarded the Druthers, “you know alcohol makes your blood sugar drop!”

“I know, I know!” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. You’d moved from the floor to the couch, JJ leaving your side the minute your brother ran up the jetty. “I’m not a kid Rafe,” you muttered, grabbing your backpack from him.

“Really? Cause you left your bag in my truck and you’re out here drinking your ass off.” He snapped.  

“She’s okay,” Sarah urged.

“What if she wasn’t?”

“I am! And I’m right here!” You huffed, “Rafe, thank you and I know you were worried but I’m okay.”  

Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I’m not trying to be dad here...but you can’t take risks like that, you know better.”  

“I’m fine!” You slung your backpack over your shoulder and pushed passed Rafe, climbing down the ladder to the jetty. You’d apologize later, for now you were irritable and embarrassed and you just wanted to be back in your room, locked in where no one could see you and remind you how horrible this entire night was. The only decent thing that had happened was JJ but the more you let yourself psychoanalyze everything that happened the more you were positive that the pogues just saw you as a kid too. Like you couldn’t take care of yourself. Like you hadn’t been for the last ten years, since you were diagnosed.  

The Druthers said docked but you couldn’t tell from your bedroom window if everyone had gone home or if they were still hanging out and partying. You thought about texting Sarah but she would just tell you to come back down to the dock and stop pouting in your bedroom. You did your usual checks, to make sure your blood sugar had gone back up, and changed into comfier clothes. Even scrubbing off your makeup...you’d let this shitty feeling die before you saw anyone again.  

Or at least, that was the plan. As you were sitting in bed though, a knock at your window startled you. Not just a tap but a full-on knock. You climbed out of bed and went to the window, laughing when you saw JJ standing on the small balcony off your room.  

“What are you doing here?” You mouthed, reaching for the lock so you could open the window.

He pointed to his ear and then shrugged his shoulders, “I can’t hear you.”

You rolled your eyes as you pushed the window open and sat on the sill, “What are you doing here JJ?” You were trying your best to calm your racing heart, the last thing you needed was to go into cardiac arrest in front of him too.

“You left the party.”

“Not exactly in a partying mood...I was being stupid tonight.”

He sat down on the windowsill beside you, facing out toward the backyard but turning to look at you, “hey, I’m stupid every night.”

“You know what I mean,” you laughed, “I’m so careful...I haven’t had a night that bad in a long time.”

“Why weren’t you? Careful, tonight, I mean.” He asked.  

“It’s stupid.” You put your hands on your knees and looked away from him. You’d hyped yourself up to crashing lows and now he wanted you to tell him why? “You should go back to the party.”

“Not really in the mood...can you believe it?” He laughed like it was nothing but you could hear the heaviness in his voice.

“Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault...I just meant. If you’re up here, I don’t really feel like hanging out down there.”

You bit down on your bottom lip and looked over at him, feeling just the slightest catch in your throat. For a second you thought this night was going to get even worse and you’d throw up...but instead you just started talking, words falling out with no control, “I pregamed with Sarah before we even got on the Druthers cause I told her I was gonna tell you tonight that I liked you but I was so nervous that you would tell me you didn’t wanna date me so I just kept drinking...” you said. You realized a moment later what the implication was, “not that its on you that my sugars dropped...or like, not that you have to say you like me just cause I almost passed out.”

“What if I do like you though?”  

“You do?” You asked, shifting more toward him, “seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously...why do you think I came all the way up here? Or carry around jolly ranchers? I like you...I’d do anything for you.” He replied.  

You couldn’t stop the smile on your face as you leaned closer to him, “oh well, now it’s definitely your fault.”  

He laughed, “let me make it up to you.”  

You nodded, standing up and climbing back through the window before holding your hand out for him. JJ was quick to his feet, taking your hand and pushing the window closed as he followed you further into your room.  

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