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Another one?

Hi! The dad Mase fic won (ofc) so here it is! I promised i would post a fic before I left for trip so I doubt I will be able to post another one on the weekend but I will leave you with this one! :) I hope you enjoy it! TW:non, Angst/Fluff, 3.7k words. My last fic is here! and my masterlist here!

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“I feel like Miles has grown so much since I last saw him” you heard Lauren say to you while she had your baby boy on her lap.

“I know, it’s been so long since we’ve seen you guys.” you told her, sad that it had been way too long for liking not seeing Lauren, Declan and their son Jude. “Jude also looks like a big boy now I can’t believe it.” Lauren smiled at you, placing Miles back on your lap. 

It had been a nice evening, you had made the drive down to London for 2 days to pick up some stuff from your old house. You wanted to stay a couple days to catch up with Lauren, Dec and some other friends as well. You felt like you hadn’t socialized with anyone ever since you moved to Manchester 3 months ago. 

You had been busy taking care of Miles, making sure you had everything you would need in the new house, unpacking everything and buying a bunch of stuff. Of course Mason had helped you, but when he was at training it was all you. You didn’t complain though. This was the life you had always wanted. Being a mother and having the love of your life as your husband. 

It wasn’t the best start for Mason and the team but he had you and he had Miles to comfort him. 

Miles was 2 years old and he was the best thing that has ever happened to both of you. In all honesty, he was not planned. You remember vividly how you found out you were pregnant. You were scared about having a child, about the whole pregnancy and especially about what Mason would say. Both of you were not married at the time so having children together was not something you saw in the near future. However, when you finally told him, Mason assured you he fully wanted this with you and no one else. 

He was so excited about being a dad. He would read books about fatherhood, he would talk to your bump every single night, before every game and after every game no matter if it was a bad game or a good game.  

It melted your heart, seeing him put so much effort and taking this very seriously, not just winging it. Besides the excitement and all the research he did, he also took amazing care of you. 

The pregnancy was hell, to put it lightly. The first couple of months felt almost the same as normal. The only thing you felt sometimes was fatigue and you felt like you got tired very easily.

 When your bump started showing more and you were further along, that’s when things started getting rough. Puking every morning, sometimes at the crack of dawn. Mason would have to hop in the shower with you because of the dizzy you got. Your emotions were all over the place. Swollen feet. Backache. You felt like every side effect you had read about, you had it. 

Mason hated seeing you unhappy some days because of your pregnancy. It was supposed to be one of the most beautiful experiences in your life and it was the complete opposite. Every day you could not wait to pop that baby out and he knew that. 

When he had away games, that is when he felt helpless and felt awful for leaving you. You also hated it. You missed him but you also needed him. What if you got so dizzy you fainted in the shower? What if you can’t put your shoes on because the huge belly was on the way? What if you couldn’t roll over the bed to go throw up or pee at night? 

There were a lot of things he helped you with and when he was away it scared you. Luckily his mom would visit him frequently and help a lot. You were lucky your friends also didn’t live far away, you could count on them if you need to. 

“Is this handsome boy getting a sibling any time soon?” Lauren cooed at Miles and smirked at you. 

“Jesus” you laughed at her comment. 

Having another baby was definitely not on your list after your pregnancy. The thought of going through nine months of hell again, scared the shit out of you. Especially now with a 2 year old. 

“Declan and I are already trying for the second one.” Lauren spoke up again, smiling. 

“Trying for what?” you heard your husband say, approaching you, Lauren and the babies in the living room. 

“Another baby of course.” Lauren said, looking at him. 

“Oh wow, you just openly say you and Declan are having sex all the time?” Mason responded, making you roll your eyes and laugh. 

“Oh my god, don’t be rude in front of the kids.” Lauren replied, laughing along with you. 

“Anyways enough about my sexual life with Dec when are you two having another cutie like this?” Lauren said, pinching Miles' cheek. 

“Wow why are we talking about our sex life?” Declan said right after Lauren. 

Lauren’s question made you uncomfortable. You had not talked about this with Mason. You knew he wanted more than one kid, and he knew you wanted more than one kid too. However, after being pregnant with Miles that changed a little, and you never mentioned it to your husband. 

“It’s not about sex, I’m asking when they are planning on giving Miles a little baby sister or brother.” Lauren replied, taking the tea Declan had just made her. 

“We need to start soon, I don’t want them to have a big age gape.” Mason said, as if it was the obvious answer. 

You were still silent, not wanting to say anything yet. This conversation had to be between you and Mason. 

“Yea, that’s why Lauren and I started trying a couple months ago.” Declain told you, laying back on the couch so he could get comfortable with his son. 

Mason placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. “We can start trying tonight…” he whispered in your ear so only you could hear his comment. You smiled a little, but not convincingly, and Mason caught that. 

“Babe, you know what I heard is not good to eat when you're pregnant? Papaya, I read it today.” Lauren said to you. “We don’t have to eat it when we get pregnant again.” You didn’t like how everyone was just assuming you were going to get pregnant again. If someone were to ask you right now, you would immediately reject it. 

“Well that’s if we have another baby…” you said whispering the last part. “You don’t want Miles to have a sibling?” Lauren asked.

“I mean, no…I um-” you got uncomfortable again. You didn't want this to turn into a discussion with Mason right and you could see from the corner of your eye he had a confused look on his face. “I just I’m not thinking about that right now you know?” you finally replied. Lauren noticed you got uncomfortable so she changed the subject. 

Mason removed his arm from your shoulders and headed to the kitchen to grab a drink. He was confused, he thought you always wanted more than one kid. Why would you change your mind now? The thought of you not wanting more kids was eating his mind up for the rest of the night. He was not as talkative and cheerful as he was 30 minutes ago. 

Once it got a bit late and Miles was on the verge of falling asleep, you decided to go back to the hotel you were staying. The drive wasn’t long but the entirety of it was silent. 

It was awkward between you both and there was tension. You didn’t know how to start that conversation but you knew you had to. You were also staying at a hotel, it wasn’t like you could just avoid each other. Miles had his little bed in the suite and then it was your space, that was it. If the conversation ended up being an argument, you could not just leave to the guest room and sleep there or cool off downstairs in the kitchen. 

You got back and noticed Miles was already asleep in his car seat. You carefully grabbed him out of the car and carried him to your room while Mason grabbed your purse and Miles’ bag. 

Once you got to your suite, you carefully placed Miles on his bed, making sure there were enough pillows around him and gave him a little kiss on his forehead. 

Still radio silence between you and your husband. You turned on the lamp beside your baby’s bed and headed towards the bathroom. You started by taking your clothes off, putting your pj’s on and then doing your skincare routine. Once you were applying your last product, you saw from the corner of your eye Mason entering the bathroom. You couldn’t read his face. 

He came up to you, hugging you from behind. You melted at his touch. You both hated being at odds with one another and giving each other the silent treatment. 

“Can we talk?” Mase whispered in your ear. You nodded your head and turned around to face him. 

“I’m sorry it was awkward today, I just didn’t know what to say…” you replied looking at him. 

“It’s not your fault babe…” he told you. “I’m just confused, I mean I thought having another baby was in the cards for us and that we were on the same page.” 

“Mason” you sighed, closing your eyes, dreading to tell him how you really felt about it. 

“Have you changed your mind?” he asked you, again confused. 

“I mean, I don’t know, maybe? Being pregnant was really hard, it wasn’t like what i thought it would be and what people told me it would be like. I don’t know if I want to go through that again.” you said, with a sad expression on your face. 

“Baby, pregnancy was never gonna be easy…and I will be there for you again, like I was with Miles.” 

You understood his point, but it bothered you that he didn't get yours.

“I know Mase but, it’s also just not the right time. We just moved to Manchester and Miles is getting bigger by the second. It was kind of easy to cope the first time because he was our first child. But what about now? I can’t just decide to nap in the middle of the day if I get dizzy, I have Miles.” you explained to him. 

“My mom can drive up for a couple of days each month-” he tried saying before you cut him off. 

“Mason, stop. We can’t have your mom driving every couple of days just to help me.” you said getting irritated he was not getting your point. 

He let go of your waist and stepped back a little, noticing your change in mood. 

“I'm trying to offer solutions Y/n.” he replied more sternly. “We had always said we wanted a big family, we promised each other that-” 

“Yea but people change their minds okay?!” you said, raising your voice a bit more.

Mason walked towards the bathroom door to shut it. He didn’t want your argument to wake up Miles. 

“We both grew up with siblings and we both know how much we needed them and how much fun it was, we really won’t give that life to Miles?” he asked you, with more frustration in his voice. 

He was right. Your siblings meant the world to you. You always dreamed of creating that little family and your kids having the same dynamic you had with your siblings. 

“Do you think I’m so selfish that I don’t want to give that life to him? Of course I want to, but I don’t know if I can go through that again, do you understand? You weren’t passing out in the shower, you weren’t getting crazy mood swings, you weren’t throwing up everyday, you didn’t feel tired all day, you weren’t carrying a 7lbs baby in your tummy.” you replied more annoyed. 

“Yea, but I was there in the shower with you, I was giving you back rubs and belly rubs, I was holding your hair up and getting you all the medicines you needed for your dizziness and nausea, I was making sure you were okay every single second of the day. Don’t you dare make this as if it was only you. I understand my body is not the one that changes, but I was part of it too. I was there helping you through everything and I want to do it again because you are my wife and the mother of my son and I love you more than anything.” he said, almost without taking a break to breathe. 

You never liked when he snapped at you, it was rare. You felt awful for now for making him feel like he wasn’t a part of it. He was the best help you could’ve asked for. The best daddy and partner. He made you feel like the sexiest woman ever when you were pregnant even though you felt like you were a whale. 

“I am trying here okay? We can go to the doctors and ask what to do so you don’t go through the same things next time, we can hire someone to help us around with Miles, Anouska and Luke are our neighbors they can help, there are so many ways we can go about this but you have this tunnel vision in your head that it will be the worst experience of your life. I want to make it easy for you, but you just won’t let me.” 

Mason hated raising his voice at you but he wanted you to understand how he could help this time and other people could too. 

It made you tear up a bit. You didn’t want to upset him. He opened the bathroom door to go back to the suite, leaving you with a lump on your throat and teary eyes. 

You dried the tears on your face and went back to the suite. All the lights were off except Miles' little lamp he had to have beside his bed because he was scared of the dark. 

Mason was already laying down on the bed not facing your side. You hated sleeping like this. Not being cuddled up to him. He was pissed and you respected it by giving him his space. 

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Did you sleep well last night? Absolutely not. Miles woke up twice, and you felt nauseous the whole night. You didn’t know if it was that feeling of guilt or hurt from your argument with Mason or if it was actually nausea. 

When you opened your eyes, you could see the sun peeking through the curtains. Mason was still not facing you. 

You suddenly felt the urge to throw up. You got up from bed quickly and ran to the bathroom. Your footsteps woke up Mason, making him turn around and see you were not by his side anymore. 

He was confused, but then he heard you in the bathrooms and knew you were sick. 

He got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom to help you. He didn’t care about last night, you were his wife and he needed to help you and make sure you were okay. 

“You okay baby?” your husband asked you, kneeling down and holding up your hair.

“I’m fine, I don't know why I got nauseous.” you replied.

You flushed the toilet and stood up to brush your teeth. Mason still had a concerned look on his face and didn't leave the bathroom until he knew you were 100% okay.  

“I’m okay Mase, I promise.” you told him, turning around to look at him. 

Even though you were not on good terms, he leaned in and kissed your cheek. 

“I’ll shower so we can get going.” he said to you.

You opened up the curtains and woke your baby up to get him ready for the road trip ahead. 

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The whole drive back to Manchester was not as awkward as yesterday, but there wasn’t much conversation between you and Mason. 

You used it to think about everything. You felt like you were overthinking but, after connecting the dots, feeling nauseous, throwing up in the morning, your period was supposed to come in today, you started thinking you might be pregnant. 

You and Mason weren’t exactly avoiding pregnancy. You weren’t on birth control and sometimes you didn’t use a condom. Of course there was a possibility of you being pregnant. 

—-

“Can you pull over here please?” you asked your husband.

“You okay? Do you need to throw up?” he was concerned now. 

“No, no I just need to pee and I’ll get something for Miles.” 

Mason pulled over and you got out of the car, making sure you took your purse with you as well. 

You did need to pee but you wanted to also buy a pregnancy test. The thought and curiosity you had was eating you alive you just wanted to know. 

You bought what you needed, bought Miles a little snack and headed back to the car. 

You were already only 20 minutes away from your home so soon enough you would find out. 

—-

You got back to your house safe and sound. Miles was awake by the time you got there so it was perfect timing. 

You got him out the car seat, brought him inside the house and placed him on his play set in the living room to keep him entertained while you and Mason unpacked everything else from his car. 

It was still very weird between you two. It felt weird not talking to him and joking around. 

Once everything was unpacked, he closed the door and followed you to the living room where your son was. 

“Can we stop doing this?” Mason said out loud, making your head turn to him. 

“Stop what…?” you asked back

“Not talking to each other? Ignoring each other?”

You paused for a minute, thinking of what to say to him. You felt his stare. 

“I think I’m pregnant…” you mumbled. 

“What?” Mason asked, he clearly did not hear you since you said it almost just to yourself. 

“I think I’m pregnant.” you replied, this time looking up at him. 

He knelt down to the ground so you were face to face. You were sitting on the couch with your hand on your lap. 

“Are you serious? Or is this just a joke?” he was confused.

“I’m serious, I really think I am” you said with a concerned look on your face. 

He was just looking at you, taking in what you said. What if after last night something changed for him as well? 

You started tearing up a bit. 

“That’s why I asked you to pull over, to buy this,” you told him, pulling out the pregnancy test out of your purse. “I didn’t know what you would think after last night.” tear spilling from your eyes. 

“Come here baby.” he grabbed your hand and placed them over his shoulders so he could hug you. 

You hugged him back tightly, tears still falling and gentle sobs coming out of your mouth. 

“I’m sorry Mase,” you sniffed and pulled back from the hug to look at him and apologize. “I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t a part of it, and I’m sorry for upsetting you.” he was looking at you with a sad face. He didn’t want you to feel like shit because of an argument. 

“I don’t want to disappoint you, I’m scared of having another baby. I promise you having our little family is the most important thing to me, I just felt overwhelmed, I don’t want it to go the way it did before.” 

He grabbed your face with his hands, wiping the tears with his fingers. 

“You will never disappoint me, my love.” he told you looking into your eyes.

“It’s okay to be scared babe, I’m scared too.” he said, chuckling a bit making you smile lightly. 

“If you are pregnant, we go through it together yea? We are a team and I will be here for anything that you need okay?” 

You nodded your head. He leaned in and kissed you. 

“I’m sorry too about yesterday, I don’t like arguing with you.” he told you once he broke the kiss. 

“I know.” you whispered and kissed him again. 

“You should take the test…” Mason suggested. You nodded your head and headed to the powder room near the living room. Mason stayed with Miles, watching over him and waiting anxiously for the result. 

You came out of the bathroom with the test covered. “Okay we have to wait 5 minutes.” you told him, sitting down again on the sofa. 

Mason sat down next to you, pulling towards him so you were cuddled up. 

It was 5 minutes of silence. The only thing you could hear was Mason’s heart beat and Miles playing with his toys. 

Your timer went off and you immediately got off Mason. 

You uncovered the test, “PREGNANT” it read. 

You smiled with tears in your eyes and turned around to look at Mason. By the look on your face he knew it was positive. 

He pulled you back and hugged you tighter than he ever had before.

“We are having another baby” he said to you. 

“Yes we are.” 

You were still hugging, both with tears on your faces. 

Once you pulled apart, you saw miles just staring at you both making you laugh. 

“Look mate,” he told him while holding up the pregnancy test “mommy’s pregnant.” 

“Baby?” Miles mumbled 

“Yes!” you chuckled. “Here in my belly” you told him, touching your belly. Miles wobbled towards you and touched your belly smiling. “Baby” he repeated, making your heart melt. 

You looked over at Mason. He was crying. He had his whole life infront of him. 

He leaned in and kissed you while Miles was hugging your belly. “I love you, more than anything” he said to you in between the kiss.

“I love you more.”

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[sweatervest-obsessed]

Something Old, Something New

Spencer Reid used to know everything about Y/N Y/L/N. But what happens when ten years after they last saw each other, they just so happen to bump into one another.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

TW: Brief mentions of domestic violence, the slightest implications of DV, mentions of guns, Spencer hating JJ, colorful language.

Notes: This is my first ever fan fiction and so I’d absolutely love some feedback! I really want to expand this into either a full sized fic, or a series. Would anyone be interested in that ???? This takes place during S7E1 in which the team is on Trial because of their actions with Ian Doyle, Declan Doyle, and the others. One of my fav Reid episodes, and just a good one overall. Side note, it’s barely edited, apologies in advance. 

GIF not mine.

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“If you want to punish me for taking a risk, then I encourage you to do that, but do not put the rest of my team on trial for something I suggested.” The words flew out of his mouth. Some might think it was because he wasn’t thinking clearly. But he was. Senator Cramer was not amused. “Calm down Agent.”

“This is calm, and it’s doctor.”

“That’s all then, Doctor Reid.”  

“Thank you, Senator.” His chair scraped across the floor as he stood up. Spencer turned around and exited the jury room, door slamming behind him.

The team all stared as he stalked past them, and out towards the bathroom. JJ started to follow him before Derek put his hand up in front of her.

“Derek–”

“Let him go JJ.”

She sighed before turning around and walking the opposite direction. Just then, one of the clerks opened the door to the room and requested that Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia enter next.

As Spencer walked towards the bathroom, his mind was racing a million miles an hour. His anger was surely justified and the Senator was not listening to him, at all. Especially since the only thing the committee really even wants to do is have an excuse to transplant every one of his teammates—

“Shit!”

Spencer had collided with someone. Head on.

“O-oh, I’m..” He quickly bent down to help her pick up the various items now strewn across the floor, due to his negligence to his surroundings.

“I’m so sorry.” He managed to sputter out before actually managing to look up to the person he bumped into, holding out the remaining item on the floor–a small black binder, clearly heavier than it looked.

The woman he had run into smiled quickly, but kindly at him.

“It’s okay—thank you—don’t worry about it. Could’ve had a coffee or something in my hand and then we would have had a serious issue.” She placed the binder back into her bag, somehow already neatly organized despite being completely empty and on the floor a minute before. She laughed a little before smiling at him.

Reid smiled back at her.

“I-I really am sorry about all your….” He tapered off. “Y/N?”

Y/N really looked at him for a moment before her whole face shifted. “Spencer?”

Both stared at one another in the hallway until a voice called over to the two of them “Hey Pretty Boy, we’re getting called in.”

Y/N tilted her head, a small smirk making its way across her lips.

“...Pretty Boy?”

“Yeah—–Well. No. It’s his nickname for me, uh..”

“Reid!”

She smiled at him. “Go Spencer. I’m here all day. Maybe you should look for me downstairs in the library when you’re done testifying in…” she peered around him and looked at where Derek was standing. “Federal Court? Oh Spencer, didn’t know you had become such a rule breaker.”

“A lot’s happened in the past ten years Y/N.” He smiled at her before turning around and walking towards Derek who pushed his lips together, trying not to make a bigger scene than before.

“Are we going to talk about whoever that is?”

“Nope.” Spencer pushed past Derek and into the courtroom.

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Once the team, except for Prentiss, was released into the hallway, JJ tried to grab Spencer's hand.

“Spence—”

“Not now Jennifer.” Spencer quickly maneuvered himself away from JJ, and headed towards the double doors at the end of the hall.

“Reid…” JJ tried again, but Spencer just pushed past the doors and walked down the stairs. He walked down two flights before exiting the stairwell. He found himself in front of the library, next to a small local cafe that clearly catered to exhausted lawyers and their incessant clients. Reid walked past the little cafe and entered the library. He realized that he didn’t know what type of Law Y/N practiced so he wouldn’t know where in the library she would be, but it wouldn’t matter since she was sitting at one of the tables next to the windows, trying to soak up as much sun while she withered away in the library. She sat with her back to the doors, maybe because the glare was too blinding on the laptop in front of her, or maybe because she couldn’t stop looking up at the entrance hoping a certain Doctor would enter.

Spencer approached her and stood in front of the empty chair.

“This taken?”

Y/N looked up, smiled, and nodded.

“By you Doctor Reid. Please, have a seat.”

Spencer laughed lightly and sat down.

“I feel like I’m in a client meeting.”

Y/N shook her head and closed her laptop.

“Not unless you have something you need a divorce lawyer for Reid.”

Reid looked at the books scattered in front of her, noting what books she had, and what cases she had opened them to.

“Tough case?” He nodded towards the books that she was busy tidying and shoving off to the side. Y/N sighed and stacked the books on the side of the table near the window.

“Not necessarily anything I can’t deal with, it’s just brutal to see someone be repeatedly assaulted by their husband, and–I’m sorry. That’s so…That’s so grim, I didn’t mean to bring the mood, um, down.” She laughed nervously and tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear.

“Believe it or not, that is probably a regular topic on a weekly basis for me.” Spencer gave her a sheepish smile.

“Wh-” She smiled and shook her head. A ray of sun was slowly stretched across her face, illuminating her eyes, and captivating Spencer. “Well, Doctor Reid. Tell me what a man like you is doing with three PhDs and multiple Bachelor's degrees these days in which you deal with such graphic topics and have to be on trial in Federal Court?”

Reid smiled at his folded hands. “I’m a–uh–profiler for the FBI’s BAU—Behavioural Analysis Unit. We, uh, look at the way an unsub–unknown subject–behaves, as well as the victims behavior, and create profiles based off of that information to help law enforcement agencies, at every level, across the country.” Spencer finished his ramble by biting his bottom lip, and smiling at her. “As for the trail…my team led an operation that was…not at all by the book.”

Y/n nodded, choosing, for Spencer’s sake, to not prod further into the reason he was at the courthouse.“So can you analyze people just by…looking at them?”

Spencer nodded at her. “Yeah, I mean that’s not all that we do. We make preliminary personality profiles yes, but I’ve also made linguistic profiles and geographical profiles–But, uh, y-yeah I can do that…”

“So profile me then Doctor Reid.”

Reid’s brain short circuited at that moment. “I-uh, you. Um. You want me to….”

“Profile me. Yes.” Y/N bit her lip. “Unless, you’re lying to me Spencer.”

Spencer took a breath before locking eyes with her.

“You’re wearing a tailor made dress for you, which means you have enough money to be able to buy nice clothes, and buy someone’s labor to make them for you. Since the dress is well made and uses an expensive material, the case today is really important to you–from the books I’m assuming a messy divorce involving domestic abuse since that is what all of your books are about, and it involves weapons of some type, most likely guns, because one of those books is dedicated entirely to United States versus Hayes, which deals with convicted domestic abusers not being allowed to purchase guns or have a gun license. When I sat down you also had one of the books open to District of Columbia versus Heller, which deals with an individual’s right to possess a firearm unless they’re a convicted felon or mentally ill. You’re not wearing any makeup which means you’re confident about this case, and your client, regardless of her current physical state. It also means you’re confident in yourself, and don't feel the need to hide your face in any way. You’re wearing shoes that add about three inches to your height so that you’ll appear taller in court to make yourself seem like a bigger presence, as well as assert your previously mentioned confidence in this case and your stance in it. The binder you carry is smaller in size, but heavier than expected meaning you probably have a tablet, maybe an IPad, in there for any paper you don’t actually need a physical copy of, which tells me you’re environmentally conscious, or you’re trying to be. Because you also had a plastic water bottle in your purse which means that you knew you had a long day today, but probably also had a long day and or night yesterday since your prep towards yourself was minimal—shall I keep going?”

Y/N was looking at him with that look he simply could not figure out. “If you want Spencer. I’m quite enjoying it.”

He licked his lips before nodding at the coffee cup on the table. “You’re exhausted. I can tell since you’re no longer wearing your shoes, and your hair is now up. You probably work better with your hair up, which stems from the fact that you danced as a child. Hair up means getting to work. You’re also exhausted since you needed espresso. That cup says you’re drinking four shots of espresso in your latte. But it’s probably because you’ve put a lot of thought and time into this case. Which is good for your clients since they need someone who is compassionate and empathizes—” Spencer stopped short. His realization did not go unnoticed by her.

“Did you figure something out, Doctor Reid?”

“You…..Was it….?”

“No.” She sighed before reaching across the table and putting her hand on top of Reid’s clasped ones. His entire body was immediately filled with static.

“No Spencer. But maybe that’s enough profiling for the day, yeah?”

Spencer nodded before darting his eyes around the library.

“Would you, uh, maybe want to go get lunch, um, with me?”

Y/N smiled at him and nodded. “I would love nothing more, Doctor. Shall we?”

Spencer nodded and stood up, watching as she quickly, yet efficiently packed away her laptop, the binder and the rest of her things. She stood up, grabbed all three of the books, her bag, and her coffee.

“At least let me carry one of those books y/n–”

“Spencer, thank you, but I got this. Remember? Strong, confident woman here.” She teased him before walking over and dropping them off at the librarians desk. Reid followed behind her, still trying to fully decode the woman he once knew everything about.

“Want to take the stairs? I have this irrational fear that I’ll get stuck or die in an elevator, or both.” she mused looking at Spencer.

“As someone who has gotten stuck in an elevator, I have to agree. Did you know that according to the National Elevator Industry, there are approximately 27 recorded elevator-related deaths a year, with over 10,000 related injuries?”

Y/N paused before she opened the door to the stairwell. Spencer thought she was going to cancel the lunch. He had spewed before they even made it out of the building. But instead, she laughed a little bit.

“There’s a National Elevator Industry Company?” Out of all the things to come out of her mouth, that was not what he had expected.

“Well, yes. They’re technically the National Elevator Industry Incorporated, but yeah.”

She made a sound surprise before nodding and heading into the stairwell. “Well I’m glad we’re not volunteering to be victims 28 and 29 then.”

Spencer smiled again, and let out a laugh of agreement.  

“I did want to ask you about that sweater vest though. It’s quite....something Spencer...”

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By the time the two had reached the main doors to the outside, both were giggling incessantly as Reid recalled the time he got stuck in an elevator with his coworker, Derek. Y/N paused their conversation to say a quick goodbye to the security guards working.

“You know all of their names?” Spencer was slightly astonished, knowing how quick the turnaround was for a job like that, barely even considering the sheer amount of security guards.

“It’s important to thank them since they have to stand there and deal with every single person who comes in or out of the Court. Might as well try to make their day a little better. Besides..” She opened the door for Reid to exit through. “When you’re nice, they’re a little more lenient about…oh I don’t know…plastic water bottles and other things that you’re not technically allowed to bring into a courthouse.”

Spencer smiled at her as they walked down the steps. “And you called me a rule breaker.”

“Well Pretty Boy, I can’t follow all the rules, what fun would that be?” Spencer became flustered as she smiled politely and waved to some of her colleagues as they finished walking down the steps.

“So Mr. Profiler, where are you taking me to lun–”

“Spence!”

Spencer outwardly rolled his eyes, his face steeling up at the sound of the heels coming towards them. Y/n was now profiling him as he excused himself and turned around to face JJ.

“What.”

“Wow–uh—Spence look, I–”

Spencer huffed in annoyance. “Is there something you want Jennifer?”

JJ gave Y/n an apologetic smile before turning towards Spencer. “Hotch and Strauss need us back at the office. We have to, uh, discuss next steps in case of reassignment.”

Y/n watched as Spencer managed to steel himself up tighter than before. “Yeah. Alright. I’ll meet you all there.”

“Well actually we—”

Spencer tried to cut her off again before Derek decided to interrupt, He had been watching the whole interaction. He moved over to the small group. “Reid, we have to leave now.”

Spencer huffed in annoyance and shot him a look but Serek didn’t notice. He had turned towards Y/n at that point, and turned on that classic Derek Morgan Charm. “Didn’t know Pretty Boy could even associate with such a beautiful woman. The name’s Derek.”

He held out his hand for Y/n to take. And she did, shaking it twice before retreating her hand.

Spencer turned to you, with the hint of a devious smile, and nodded in Derek’s direction. “That’s the Derek.”

Y/N’s eyes lit up with amusement, before turning back to Derek. A smile burst across her face. “Oh my god, Spence. This is him?”

Derek looked at Reid, and then back at Y/n, and then back at Reid. “Reid, what is she talking about…”

Spencer just shrugged before turning his back completely to JJ, who seemed more upset by the second at Spencer’s distantness than at Morgan’s blatant attempt to charm his way into Y/n’s heart.

“Yes! Doctor Reid here was just telling me about your adventures on the BAU.”

Derek smiled and nodded at Spencer. “All good things I hope.”

“Oh absolutely. It’s an honor to meet the person who got stuck in an elevator and freaked the fuck out with Spencer all those years ago.”

Derek’s jaw hit the floor, and JJ was pretty speechless herself. Spencer had the smirk of a lifetime written all over his face. Y/n took the opportunity to walk over, and give Spencer a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You still owe me lunch sometime, Doctor Reid.” She winked at him before pulling out her ringing phone, and answering.

Spencer, JJ, and Derek watched her walk away.

“Who the hell was that?” Derek eventually managed out before looking at Reid with a mixture of awe and proudness across his face.

“My former ‘girl next door’.” Spencer smiled, before walking off towards Hotch, Rossi, Garcia, and Emily, ready to head back to the BAU with a newfound determination. The first was to get this god forsaken meeting over with. And the second was to find out everything he could about Y/F/N, Y/L/N.

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[wordstome]

the very first night (ntwdt pt 2)

tell me that you hate it hate that i'm no longer in your reach if i can't hear you say it maybe you can't change it, but if you never if you never put it on the line how am i gonna sign for it?

alpha colonel König x beta ex-lover reader

2nd person, no y/n, she/her pronouns, reader's callsign is Eden, reader speaks French, omegaverse, exes to lovers, fraternization, fantasy version of military protocol, probable incorrect use of "copy"

2.2k words

tw: mentions of dead bodies and vague violence, dirty talk, könig is in rut but no actual sex happens, mention of grinding

Do you guys still even remember this au??? 😅 I'm back to writing this fic with this specific format just like the last time I had bad writer's block. I'm sorry that I basically made you guys take a poll and then immediately disregarded the results :( metalhead König is going to be the next one published, and then kosovo maiden. Anyway, this is less of a foray into the omegaverse as it is into exploring a married couple's dynamic. Forgive me if it's inaccurate, I've never been married. (Several of the people who will probably read this are married so...I might be really embarrassing myself here lol)

“Two on your six, O’Conor.”

König watches as his colleague takes down his pursuants with practiced ease. “Good to have someone watching over me, Eden.” the man roughs into his comms.

“It was my pleasure, Declan.”

“Can you two keep the flirting off the main comms?” Fender huffs. König hears O’Conor snort before the line goes quiet.

“Steady,” Horangi says next to him.

“What?” König says.

“You’re breathing like an angry bull. It’s unnerving.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“It’s obvious you’re mad O’Conor’s flirting with your ex-wife.”

“She’s not—“ König lets out a sigh of defeat and tips his head away from the scope. “She can do whatever she wants. I’m not her keeper.”

“Right, which is why you’re white-knuckling your rifle and giving off the most furious pheromones I've ever felt."

König gives his friend a deadly side eye. “Can I help you?”

“Nah. Just confirming what I already know”, Horangi answers, unbearably smug.

König rolls his eyes and returns to the task at hand.

The two of you avoid each other, mostly.

When you’re forced to interact, it's with stiff professionalism. Cold and distant. The way it was when it was really, really bad.

You spend your time becoming closer to the other operators. O'Conor, for one, is someone you find yourself growing close to. In your line of work, it's usually not a good idea to get too attached to someone who may not see the next day, but it's part of your job to know these people now.

They're so competent that you can ignore the obvious, anyway.

König's always been competent, but watching him work nowadays is strange, like watching a remake of a nostalgic childhood film.

His movements are the same. He flicks his wrist the same way, with a heartbeat's worth of pause before the movement. Him taking cover, leaning with that awful posture you always got on his case about.

But everything about him is more ruthless, more efficient. The unrefined brutality of his youth is replaced with a honed precision that is foreign to you.

It stings, though you know the feeling has no right to exist.

You can't keep yourself from reminiscing about the past, when everything about him was familiar. When you knew him so well, it was enough to save both your lives.

"We've lost comms with König."

Your heart drops into your throat. You've been on several ops with him at this point, but this has never happened before.

"What do you mean you've lost comms?"

"He's not responding."

"What?" Fear grips your heart at everything that implies.

"He's in your building, Eden. Find him and extract. Copy."

You move slowly, like ice is flowing through your veins. "Copy."

You will yourself to calm down. Lost communications doesn't mean anything but lost communications. Panicking that you're going to encounter his body will only ensure you end up as a corpse as well. Besides, who could ever take down a man like that, tall like a giant and quick like a viper as he is?

If you had lost comms, what would you do? Re-establish them, of course. Pick your way out of the building and do everything in your power to reconnect with your team. From where König entered, he'd be exiting the building on the east side. You turn to head that way, then hesitate.

König's not you, though. He's not like any other member of the team. Proud, arrogant, vicious König, far more so than other alphas. You used to be afraid of him while he was at work, but eventually you came to realize that was simply how he was in his element—a different persona he wore to battle. As much as you wished he would be sensible and take the safe route, König would never take the safe route. He'd be carrying on the mission on his own, moving towards the target at the center of the building.

But he's a professional. No matter how good he is at what he does, he's not a one-man army, and he knows the right thing to do would be to extract. It's a gamble. If you head towards the east exit and he's not there, you could be losing precious time to find him. But if you head towards the center, you could be walking right into a fight you can't win and become overwhelmed.

You let out a shaky breath and attempt to calm your mind. What would he do? What is he thinking? If you make the wrong call, if you don't know your lover as well as you think you do, one of you won't be walking out of here. You close your eyes and think.

You open them with newfound determination and turn towards the center of the building.

You'd been right, of course, judging by the fallen enemies you find as you move through the hallways. But you don't allow yourself to feel sure until the moment you lay eyes on him, securing the target—a hard drive containing sensitive information.

"König!" you hiss, just as he whips towards you, gun drawn. He relaxes when he sees it's only you. Despite the fraught situation you're in, you can't help yourself from dashing towards him and burying your face into his chest in a hug.

"Eden," he says, his relief evident.

"You stupid motherfucker," you hiss. "You should have extracted the moment your comms cut out."

His eyes crinkle up behind his mask the way they always do when he smiles. "You knew I wouldn't."

"Yes, because I am burdened with being one of the few people on this earth who knows you like the back of my hand. Atlas holding up the sky," you grumble.

"I know you're relieved to see me," he responds, joy evident in his tone.

You let out a sigh. "Can we just get out of here?"

"Aye-aye, captain."

You could do without those memories, you think whenever the two of you trade clipped exchanges during ops now.

König still has traces of the arrogance of his youth, but it shows through less now. He's wiser, more patient and far less reckless.

You catch yourself admiring how good of a leader he's become. His connection with his teammates is like muscles flexing a hand.

You're no longer a part of that nervous system.

In fact, he's always catching you off guard now.

The energy in the common area is weird today.

You can’t quite put your finger on it. It’s like everyone’s walking on eggshells, but at the same time, nobody’s mood seems to be that affected. It’s like you’re all mice living in someone’s walls: going about business as usual, but with some looming threat casting a pall over everything.

“Is it just me or does the energy on base feel off today?” you ask Calisto.

“Oh. Yeah, that. Don’t worry about it,” she says. She swings open the refrigerator and pulls out coffee creamer. “No need for concern. König’s in rut.”

You do a double take. “He is?”

“Yeah.” She’s casual about it as she dumps cream and sugar into her coffee. “Usually he has a pretty light rut—he just gets testy and irritated. But for some reason this time is bad.” She offers you the cream, but you shake your head. “Don’t know what’s up with him, but he had to barricade himself in his room. His scent is driving people up the wall.”

You stare at the table in front of you. It can’t be a coincidence that König’s rut gets worse as soon as you’re near him again, can it?

When you look up, Horangi is staring at you from across the room. Slowly, he raises his mug to his lips, never once taking his eyes off of you.

You swallow the lump in your throat.

Calisto was right. The scent is overwhelming, but it's also familiar. You can't blame the others for avoiding the area. If you'd never dealt with him in this state before, you'd be hightailing it out of there too. Which is why you're doing this despite...everything.

You hover outside his door, trying to gather yourself, or work up the nerve to knock, or anything. It doesn’t matter in the end, though.

“I can smell you, liebling,” comes his voice, deep and growling and verging on feral. A shiver runs up your spine. You haven’t been called that in a long, long time.

“I only came here to bring you things. Water and…snacks.” you stammer, instantly hating yourself for how weak you sound.

“All these years later…and you still smell the same.” He blows right past your feeble little excuse, not even dignifying it with a response.

“I’m just here to check on you,” you murmur.

“Is that so.” You gasp as you hear a loud thud against the door from the other side. Oh God, it’s him, his body heat almost burning through the wood, pressed so close that you can hear his heaving breaths. “How kind of you.”

“It’s the least I can do, considering…”

“Considering it’s your fault I’m like this in the first place?”

Your legs feel weak. “Yes.”

His voice is silky, dangerous despite the barely restrained lust behind it. “Good girl.”

“That’s not fair,” you whisper.

“That’s a shame. You used to like it when I called you that. Still do, according to my nose.”

You wish he wasn’t right, but he is. You’re so slick that you’re soaking your underwear.

“Do you want the water or not?”

“Are you going to come with it?”

“I—”

“Because I promise you, if you’re still standing there when I open this door, you will get fucked against it.” He sounds like a savage animal snapping his jaws in hunger, and fuck, your body feels hot and weak in response. Every cell in your body is screaming out for you to throw open that door and let him fuck you limp. If you told him to break down the door, you’re sure that he would.

“You can’t say that anymore,” you whisper, hating the words as they leave you.

That seems to bring König back to rationality. You can picture him now on the other side of the door, shoulders slumping as he withdraws back into himself. "I...I'm sorry."

You slide down to sit on the ground with your back to the door, gripping a water bottle in a clenched fist. "It's like no time has passed at all, huh?"

You hear him let out a shaky breath, clearly trying to collect himself and bite back words he can't say. "Yeah."

That's the thing, isn't it? Your biology and his got the two of you into this situation in the first place. Very little of that has changed. Even though you've grown distanced in your minds, your bodies haven't forgotten the connection.

You're still struggling with how to feel about that. So much of your life has been dictated by what your body needs and wants. You've spent just as much time bucking against those needs and wants, so much that it feels like second nature.

"All of this...it takes me back. Do you remember the first night I spent with you during a rut?" you say. For a while you don't think he's heard you, but then he responds.

"How could I forget? It's my most embarrassing memory."

"Still?"

"I swore I would never let something like that happen again."

You giggle a little. "It was cute, for what it's worth." That first time, you'd come prepared with water and food, just like you had tonight, prepared for a long night full of...strenuous exercise. Instead, König had gotten so overwhelmed at his first rut with a partner that he came by just grinding on your leg and immediately fell into a 12-hour sleep.

"Yeah, you've said that. Doesn't make me cringe any less."

"And I'll say it again, it wasn't as bad as you think it is." You idly trace the cap of the water bottle with a fingertip. "There's no shame between us."

Another long pause before he responds. "Was."

A dull, throbbing pain nestles itself below your sternum.

"It...doesn't have to be past tense," you put forth tentatively.

"Doesn't it? We've gone right back to being strangers. You're still on the other side of the door."

You bite your lip. You can't deny that, nor the distance that's grown between the two of you.

This is all happening too fast. You don't know if you want to close the gap. You don't know if you're ready to make amends, after what happened.

"You're in no condition to have this conversation," you say, to distract both him and yourself.

"Conversation with you is hard to come by nowadays."

"Well...let's change that. Starting when your rut's over. Let's try talking like normal people again." This time, you don't know if you can blame your stupid biology for the relief you feel saying that. Maybe this time it's nothing but you and your treacherous heart.

You hear a thump against the door, but not an aggressive one. More like he's leaned his head against it. "I guess we have to start somewhere."

More silence. Then he speaks again, his voice tremulous.

"Can you stay? It's easier when you're here."

You swallow, your mouth gone dry like a desert. You can barely manage your next two words. "Of course."

The rest of the night is quiet, but you know he's there. At one point, you can even hear his steady, even breathing. Somewhere along the way, you notice that your breathing has synced with his.

The two of you fall asleep like that, propped up next to each other with a single layer of wood between you.

I miss you like it was the very first night...

I only revised this once while exhausted out of my fucking mind at 3am, so forgive me if anything's awkward or clunky. I'll probably go through it again in the morning (and die of cringe). But there we go! I hope you guys enjoy. As always, I would love to see your thoughts and comments <3

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[nicolesainz]

You belong with me (MM7)

Mason Mount x f!reader

Author’s note: I am in the middle of a Charles Leclerc fic and studying for exams and yet at 11 at night all I am willing to do is write a fic about Mase. So here you go! It’s a very simple plot from Mason’s POV.

Summary: You indeed belong with him, you just haven’t realized it yet. Mason has been trying everything and when the perfect opportunity arises, he is willing to take it up and make you his.

Warnings: angst, jealousy, minor violence, soft in the end!

She is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. There is no one else in this world that I would want to make and call ‘mine’. If I had a lamp with a genie inside, my only wish would be to let me love her unconditionally.

It’s a pity she won’t let me love her. She’s in search for the love of a man that doesn’t even want her. Even worse, can’t provide her the love I can and am willing to give. I feel sick to my stomach knowing her heart has been engraved with his name instead of mine.

Y/N and I have been best friends before we could even talk. As babies our eyes and childish giggles would do the trick. As we were growing up, our relationship became stronger and we were attacked to the hip. She’d beg her mother to stay over at my house and I would beg my mom to stay over at her house.

We would never sleep. We would talk endless hours about what we want to do in life. What we want to succeed in. What our lives would be in 20 years time.

“I will be playing for Chelsea one day and I will win the Champions League. I promise you.” I said as a young boy, hopping on my bed, with a dream and passion to motivate me.

“You will be a superstar one day, Masey. And I will always be by your side to cheer for you.” Y/n replied, looking up to me, with a massive smile plastered on her face and her bubbly eyes admiring me.

Y/n did keep her word. She’s been present to all of my games. Whether those were in London, in Holland or other parts of the world, she has been truly my biggest fan. At winning games and losing games, she’s stood by me like no one else has or will ever do so.

Every goal I scored was dedicated to her. My celebrations would vary but a small heart would always be included. If I ever forgot the heart celebration, I would go up to the camera and mouth an ‘I love you’ to the screen so she would see it.

A lot of people in high school believed that we were dating. I would’ve loved to confirm those rumors, although y/n’a undying love for the nerd, tall boy in our class would ruin everything I wished for. He was expressionless and would simply smile like an idiot to her whenever they had a small conversation.

The moment we stopped sitting next to each other my blood would boil every time I caught him looking at her. I would send her small paper notes to keep her distracted from his presence. At times, I wasn’t able to go to class because of games or practice so for the entirely of the time, she would occupy my thoughts and I would ask her other friends if anything happened.

Till this very day, the only person that truly knows how deeply in love I am with y/n, is Declan. And I think he’s kind of sick hearing me blabber about how I would gift her the world, the planets and the night sky full of stars just to be with her.

“I know you love her mate but you’re clearly not what she wants.” One day Declan hit me with the realization that I may not be the boy she loves. And it was partially true. I wasn’t. Not until the perfect chance popped up.

It was Valentine’s Day and coincidentally Y/n birthday as well. Everyone in our class knew so her nickname in high school was Mrs. Cupid. They said that she could have whoever she desired. And yet this never happened. The idiot she loved was a scared man who couldn’t handle the portions of love she was showering him with.

It was our class reunion after almost 10 years. Me and y/n knew about the whereabouts of some old classmates so seeing them again would be like a casual hang out. Other hand lost touch so we would be seeing them again after years. Y/n would also be faced with the asshole she had been pinning about.

“How do I look Mase?” She appeared in front of me with a golden sparkly top and a black skirt that was perfectly showing off her figure. Her hair was let down in soft summery curls with lips more red than Manchester’s color. My heart started thumping so fast, I could run a marathon and come back without a hint of sweat. She’s so majestic.

“You’re beautiful darling.” Was all I said with a soft smile on my lips, even though I hid all my true thoughts for her appearance.

“Oh why thank you Mr. Mount. You are very handsome yourself.” I blush at her sweet words. She has an effect on me which I do not try to hide. Unfortunately I know that the reason why she is so insanely beautifully dressed is because he will be there. She would love to have another try. Maybe a final one.

"Shall we get going? You will start getting annoyed with your heels very soon so better be sat than sorry." I point out trying to clear my head from all the intrusive thoughts.

"Oh yes, plus you've got a game tomorrow. We have to come back early." She grabs her purse and we make our way out of her house. I drove all the way to London with my clothes for the party and for the game tomorrow after training so I could be with her from the moment we enter the club.

"You can stay in the party if you like, I will come and pick you up whenever you want me to." I suggest her by letting her get closer to what she desires but instead letting my desire fly away.

"No influence in the world has a priority against you. We will come back home when you call so. I won't risk your sleeping schedule for my silliness." Y/n takes my free hand into hers and caresses it softly. She keeps making it very difficult for me not to maneuver back the car, lock her in her room and shower her with kisses and tell her how much I love her.

"For now let's go have some fun. It will be nice seeing all the faces of our old classmates."

Most of them still live in London. It was me and three other people who lives far away in different cities. Once we arrived at the bar that we had booked, y/n held my arm nervously and I kissed her forehead, wanting to calm her down. She had no reason to worry. Everyone who knew her loved her. It was only him who couldn't love her like she wished.

When I opened the door and our old classmates noticed us, they all ran towards y/n, giving her hugs and compliments about how beautiful she looked. Some of the boys came up to me and greeted me with a few shakes and congratulations for the transfer to Manchester.

As we reached the barline, he was there talking to some of his old friends and y/n eyes immediately widened from worrying. He looked the same to me, I hadn't noticed anything different. I decided to go up to him and chat a bit, given that for y/n to ease there must be a familiar face in presence.

"Look at that, Mason Mount. How are you dude?"

He suddenly got all arrogant or what? He was a quiet, forgettable and tall boy in high school, what changed all of a sudden?

"Good, good. Settling the in the new life in Manchester. How about you?" I try not to sound as pissed as I may look. I eye him up and down once more trying to understand what difference there is.

"Travelling the world every other weekend, I am exhausted. You get the feeling? Home and away games?" Oh he gained soo much confidence over the years that he got annoying as well.

"Definitely, I agree. So what do you do that requires so much traveling?" Last time I remember he wanted to become a driver but god knows if that could get him anywhere at the age he was.

"I work for Mercedes, as their development driver for Formula 1." I almost chocked on my drink. So he did make it as a driver, almost.

"That's amazing. Good for you mate." That's what gave him all the confidence he has I suppose.

"So what about you and y/n, finally got together? I saw her holding your arm, I assumed you're dating." A smirk formed above his eyes, which made my eyes twitch a tad.

"She's my best friend. So no, we are not dating." I so would have loved to say otherwise even if that meant I had to lie, but I couldn't. It would be wrong for y/n.

"Damn, still haven't given up Mount? I admire your determination. If she was as hot as she is now back in the day, I would have made my move." If he utters another word he will die on the hill and I will be arrested but for the sake of y/n I wouldn't care.

"She's always been extremely beautiful. You were just trying to figure out whether you have a dick or not so your focus was on something else." I got a lot of pats on the back and a lot of 'fuck dude' echos in the background.

"If you are so desperate to try and get into her pants why haven't you flashed at her the trophies and the money? Easier path than trying to sway her with your undying love confessions." I couldn't control myself when he said those disgusting things so my only response was to punch him in the face and throw my drink on him as well.

"You don't deserve an ounce of the love she has for you. You don't deserve the charming smiles you would have woken up next to. You don't deserve anything good, fucking piece of shit." He got up immediately and punched me in the gut with all his strength. I stopped breathing with how my lungs were pressed and all his friends were trying to block him from punching me again.

"Who told you I wanted her to like me in the first place? There's a reason why I never asked her out. You can have all her pathetic emotions for yourself. She still begs for someone she liked since high school. You're a goddamn footballer, why are you so obsessed with her?"

When I finally got up on my feet again and gained my senses, I grabbed his collar before anyone could hold me back from going up to him and gave him a deadly look, as if this would be the last time he was breathing and not coughing blood.

"I loved and will continue to love her no matter what. I do not want anyone else and I am willing to compromise for the sake of her happiness. I was tired of watching her chase your pathetic ass when I could have given her all the love she desires. You can have anyone you like but your time with her is over." As I realised that I said that out loud in public, I turned around to see a fully crying y/n, trying to control her sobs and clear her vision.

Her lower lip was quivering and her eyes were on my hands as I was still holding his shirt very violently. I looked deep into her eyes, although she refused to give me even a single glimpse. I had fucked it up majorly.

"Let him go Mason." Her voice has no emotion in it. More blunt than ever. There was no 'Masey' or 'Mase'. It was stern cold. I did as I was told and turned back to face her full blown red cheeks and lips with smeared lipstick. What had I done?

"I am so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have had, but I..." I couldn't finish my sentence as she walked away from the scene and I immediately run after her. No way in hell I was going to stay back.

"I didn't mean to hit him. He was literally asking for it. If you could hear what he said about you, it was horrible. I couldn't just stand there and let him talk so disrespectfully about you." I never let anyone talk in a mean manner about my girl. Even Conor who once called her 'hot' I almost kicked his leg on purpose in practice.

"Did you mean what you said at the bar? Or was this just a show?" I couldn't believe my ears when she said that she believed that this was just a show. Was that what she thought of me?

"Ask anyone I know on this planet. Ask them about you. Ask them what I have said about you. Ask them how much I love you. Ask them how I would take a bullet for you, how I would put my career on the line if it meant to prioritise you. You have no idea how much I cried the night before I left for Manchester. I called Lewis at 3 am in the morning crying, asking him to help me cancel my contract so I could stay in London. Even if that meant trying to force my way back into Chelsea or another club. Do you really think I would punch a guy for any other girl besides you? Because yes y/n, I love you. I truly am madly in love with you. I love you so much it started to pain me. It was heartbreaking seeing you try to be loved by someone who wasn't deserving of your love when I was there, waiting to give you all the love of the world. If you still think this is all a show, then I am deeply sorry. I just want the best for you."

There was so much more to confess and to explain, although it would take me an eternity to prove to her how much she meant to me. Since day one I knew that if someone would be my endgame, it had to be her.

"You are my best friend, you will always be. We share everything with each other. Why did you never say anything about this? What stopped you from telling me how you were feeling? " She came closer to me and cupped my cheeks softly, caressing my rough skin.

"If I lost you because of my feelings, I would have never forgiven myself. God knows how many nights we spend sleeping in each other's embrace and I whispered in your ear how much I was in love with you. I just hoped one day you listened and wake up realising we should be together. But forcing you to love me, wouldn't be right. That is why I never told anything." This could either break my heart or bring me back to life, there's no way back now.

"Mason, I was in love with you before I ever was with him. He was just my reason to bury all the love I had for you. I was scared of admitting anything because your career kept growing and growing and the thought of being in love with you whilst you were playing in another country with a girlfriend I probably wouldn't even like, would keep me up late at night crying."

Her words broke my heart into a million pieces. My y/n was in love with me as well? The girl of my dreams could have been mine for so long and we wouldn't have had to go through this mess? Y/n loved me, oh my god.

"If you allow me, I will love you for the rest of our lives. Whoever you want to end up with, just tell me, will you allow me to give you all the unconditional love I have for you? All that matters to me is that you are happy. As long as you smile, I know I can smile as well." I lowered my head and our foreheads touched, feeling her breath hit on my lips, which were about to capture hers but I held back for a moment.

"I don't want to be loved by anyone else but you, Mason Tony Mount. If I want to be with someone, I want that person to be you. I want to share my life and love I have with you. We could have been happy now if we both weren't so scared to admit our feelings." I can feel her tears running down my hands as I was trying to bring her face closer to mine.

"Better late than never, am I right?" I took the chance and captured her lips in a full of years of emotions kiss, softer than the touch of clouds but with more love than cupid's arrows. My heart has finally found the pace it will beat when I am with her. It will beat faster than a thousand hearts combined and will be full of happiness.

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount #mason mount one shot #mason mount fluff #mason mount x reader

[euphoricpixiee]

*+:｡.｡ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐫𝐮𝐡𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

A/N: hi hi! I am finally back with a new fic!!! here is the filthiest thing I've written to date, and I feel pretty good about it! pls leave feedback if you liked it. (it keeps me writing)

WC: 2.7k+

Warning(s): partying, drugs, alcohol, smut, oral (fem receiving), rough sex, breeding kink, swearing, the reader is in fae heat. if there's more pls lmk!

Why did being in heat make everything more sensitive? All Y/N wanted to do was go to her mate’s party and maybe drink, but every dress or outfit she put on rubbed against her sensitive skin in a way that made her mind drift to very filthy thoughts. 

Fuck, she can’t go to the party like that and be panting after Ruhn the whole night. The one time she decides to go to a party, her heat arrives. It came early and now all she wants to do is lay back in her bed and give herself multiple orgasms until she falls asleep. She can’t though, she has to go to this party, she promised. 

Her phone lit up with the prince’s message which made a smile form on her lips. 

Ruhn: Hey princess, we just finished setting up. I’ll be on my way in a few if you still want to come.

Y/N: Yes, I’m still coming, princey. I promised, remember? Lol

Ruhn: Okay, I’ll head over. See you soon, baby. Xx

Y/N: See you soon xx

Her cheeks felt heated and her core throbbed harder. She knew she wouldn’t be able to hide it from him so, why not milk the opportunity? She giggled to herself and walked inside her closet. Her fingers drifted over the lacey fabric of her lingerie (that Ruhn has no idea about) and swiped the lilac set. 

With the set on, she tried to focus her mind on something other than the dirty thoughts running through her head as she pulled on a deep purple cocktail dress. Once she had her heels on and her hair done she gently applied a small amount of mascara and lipstick.

As Y/N was applying her lipstick, her doorbell rang. When she opened the door, her knees almost bucked at the sight of her mate. He had a plain grey t-shirt on with ripped black jeans, and his hair hanging over his shoulder. Ruhn grinned as he brought his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Her cheeks began to heat and a wave of arousal shot through her core, she prayed that he didn’t notice. 

When the prince pulled away, the grin that he wore was now smugger than it was a few seconds ago. His hands rested on her hips as he looked her over and fuck, she wanted to squirm under his gaze. “I’m–” she couldn’t even say the damn word but he understood. His fingers dug into her hips as he left a trail of wet kisses on her neck. A soft moan fell from her lips when his lip ring ran along the sensitive skin just below her ear. 

“We don’t have to go to the party, baby.” he drawled as he slid his hand down to her ass and squeezed. If she didn’t stop him, they would never arrive at the party. Y/N placed her hands on his chest and giggled. There’s nothing she would love more than to be fucked by her mate until she was sated. With her being in heat, that could take days and they don’t have those days to spare. 

“We have to go to the party. We don’t want people to call you a bad host for not showing up to your own party now, do we?” A low chuckle rumbled in the prince’s chest as he held you against it. When her eyes met his violet ones, she saw the desire that swirled through his mind too. Maybe this party wouldn’t be so bad after all. 

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When they finally arrived at his house, people had already started to arrive and when we passed a group of males, his grip on her hand got tighter. Y/N followed her mate toward the kitchen as she looked around the open space for her friends but it looked like they hadn’t shown up just yet. 

Flynn and Declan hollered and whistled when their eyes land on Y/N and her dress. “Dec, I thought you didn’t root for–” with a thwack from Declan, Flynn yowled and grinned at his best friend. Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at the two as they bickered and shoved at each other. They truly were siblings just not bound by blood. She looked over at Ruhn and his demeanor had changed within a few minutes of being in the house. Her shoulder bumped his arm which snapped him out of whatever he was thinking and met her eyes. 

“You look pissed, princey.” 

“Nope, not pissed, baby.” Y/N narrowed her eyes at his tone because it wasn’t his usual one. That’s when it clicked and she looked around the house. Every male that was in the house besides Flynn and Dec had been checking her out. They had to have scented her heat when they walked in. She squeezed his hand and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

Once Ruhn was done preparing their drinks, he tugged her upstairs and away from the crowd growing downstairs. Even though the music was still blaring, it was muffled, which prevented her ears from losing their hearing. The balcony he had taken her to was one that she had never seen before. “What are we doing up here?” 

He grinned, "We're up here because if I see another male looking at you like they want to fuck your brains out, I may kill them. There is no other male allowed in here but me." Heat rose in her cheeks as she looked around. It had a beautiful view of the city and the sounds of cars blaring their horns echoed along with the music that was downstairs. 

“You don’t have to be jealous, baby. You’ve ruined any other male for me,” she sat down gently on the prince’s lap and wrapped her arms lazily around his neck. Oh, the many thoughts that shoot through her mind as she felt his cock against the backs of her thighs. 

Do tell me what they are, princess.

His voice echoed through her mind, all deep and demanding. That made her core throb harder and wanted so much just to have him in her or at least have him in her mouth. His eyes were locked on her’s and when she licked her bottom lip, a low growl rumbled through him as she ground down on the tent of his jeans. 

A sharp and quick smack on her ass made her moan, “I want to ride your cock until I’m a crying mess.” She wined. Heat rushed to her cheeks, again as she realized what she had just said. A smug smile tugged on Ruhn’s lips with the blunt hanging from them, 

“Get up, baby, and strip for me.” Y/N’s core became a molten mess as the demand fell from his mouth. 

“But what if someone sees me?” she said, looking around for cameras because she was sure as hell that Declan had them installed all throughout the house. 

“I’m the only one in your audience, princess. There are no cameras, and we’re far enough back from the rail that no one else would be able to see you, also, my bedroom door is locked so there’s no way another male is getting to you.” Ruhn said as he took another hit from the blunt and waited. 

With a slight nod and smile, she began to drag the straps of her dress down her shoulders and slowly dragged the bust of her dress down, exposing the soft lace underneath. Ruhn groaned and palmed the erection growing in his jeans. “Come here, now.” 

Another demand that she would happily follow. Once she was in front of him, he wrapped a muscled arm around her waist and had her straddle his lap. Her core, once again, pressed against his throbbing cock. She whimpered because fuck, she just wanted to skip all the foreplay and have him buried deep inside her. She was already wet and dripping for him, but it wasn’t enough for him. 

“I thought you wanted me to strip, princey?” 

“I did until I saw that fucking pastel lace. Lingerie is for me to take off, not you. Like my own personal present. All you need is a little bow,” He grinned. He sat the blunt down in the ashtray beside him and held her hips still as he pulled the fabric of her bra down with his teeth, exposing her breast to him. The cold air was replaced with warm lips against her nipple and lewd noises that made her squirm in his lap. 

As he nipped and kissed at her right nipple, his hand slowly inched its way up and unclasped the lacey garment, her breasts on full display for him. “Ruhn, baby,” Y/N whined as she squirmed even more on his lap, she was certain there had to be a wet spot on his jeans from how much he was making her drip. 

“Yes, love?” he said, his hands sliding up and down her sides. That only encouraged her to grind down on her mate. Ruhn groaned in pleasure as she rocked her hips back and forth against his hard erection. 

Y/N cupped her mate’s face as she continued her pace, “I need you.” she whined. His lips curled into a smug grin. His fingertips played with the waistband of her panties which made her core throb with anticipation. 

“How do you need me?” Ever so slowly, his fingers began to pull the lace down over the swell of her ass. Her chest was hot and heat rushed to her cheeks. “Matter-of-fact, I want you to fully strip for me, and lay on my bed with your pretty thighs spread wide. I want a good view of your beautiful dripping cunt.” With those final words, her body thrummed with excitement but, she too had a demand. 

“I want to ride you while you smoke. That’s the only request I’ll ask for, the rest of the time, you can do whatever you want to me.” Desire flooded her veins and she desperately needed to get those clothes off. The prince grinned even wider and she could see that he was struggling to restrain himself from pouncing on her. 

Once she had rid herself of clothes and settled onto the bed, she watched as he walked up to her and kneeled. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and waited for him to begin teasing her, but instead, she was greeted with a kiss on her clit and a gentle lick. A small whimper slipped from her lips as she pushed herself up onto her elbows to watch him. 

Ruhn’s eyes flicked up to hers and smirked, “I know I usually tease the fuck out of this pussy but tonight is different. Tonight, I want to make sure every godsdamn male in this house knows who gets to fuck you while you’re in heat and even when you’re not.” He gently rubbed his fingers through her dripping folds and rubbed tight circles on her clit. She gasped at the pace of his middle finger furiously circling her bundle of nerves. Moans fell from her left and right, her legs trembled because she was so fucking close to the edge. 

“Baby,” she moaned as she tangled her fingers in his hair and pushed his head toward her aching core. “I need your tongue.” A low chuckle sounded from the back of Ruhn’s throat as he latched his lips on her sensitive bud and sucked. Moan after moan left her lips with each stroke of his tongue on her pussy. He tasted all of her and even teased her entrance with the tip of his tongue. It made her want to scream and moan at the same time. It felt too good and she knew she was right on the edge of her first orgasm of the night.

With one last harsh suck and nip from her prince, her orgasm crashed into her. Again and again, she came. Her legs had clamped themselves around his head as she rode out her orgasms. She mewled and whined when he finally pulled away from her cunt. Slick coated his lips until he licked them clean. It was a heady sight as she watched as he sucked her juices off his fingers. He hummed and stood, his eyes never leaving hers as he unzipped his jeans and pushed them to the side. His shirt was next and fuck, she loved her mate when was only wearing nothing. 

He walked back out onto the balcony and snatched the forgotten blunt out of the ashtray. The blunt hung from his mouth as he climbed into the bed. She almost flung herself at him but with so much willpower, she slowly crawled into his lap and watched as he took a drag. It was the hottest thing she’s ever seen and it made her pussy throb harder than it already was. She whimpered at the sight of him blowing out the smoke. 

“Do you want some, baby?” Ruhn held out the blunt to her but she shook her head. 

“I want you to do it and I watch as I ride you. It’s hot.” He chuckled and leaned back against the headboard. She lined herself up with his thick cock and gently slid down, she mewled as she fully sheathed him inside her. Ruhn moaned as he took another drag, but this time without blowing it out he placed his hand on the back of her head and kissed her, the smoke filling her mouth. She rocked her hips as the smoke lingered in the air above them, not wanting to wait anymore. 

It was like ecstasy as her head became dizzy from how much pleasure and need was coursing through her. She had never felt this feeling before, not when she was with other men. But with Ruhn, it was different. All she wanted was to lie down and let him use her and fill her with his seed, no matter what the consequences were in the end. She takes the pill Hypaxia gives her monthly but fuck, why did her heat have to make her want to have a baby in her.

“I hear you, baby.” He groaned as her pace quickened because she really wanted him. She wanted everything he could give her and more. He sat the blunt down on the ashtray on the nightstand just a few feet away, but once it was put out, he flipped her onto her back as his thrusts became rougher and harder. 

Her screams and squeals of pleasure were music to the prince’s ears. He loved every noise she made while he fucked his cock into her. He felt so good inside her and she loved the feel of him, it was like she couldn’t get enough of him. She knew he was getting close to his high by the way his moans became deeper and how sloppy his thrusts had become. 

“Please come in me, princey. I need it.” She whined and mewled as his pace became even quicker. She could hear the headboard smacking the wall and fuck, it felt like he was going to break the bed.

With a deep growl and moan he leaned his forehead against hers and said, “Fuck, baby, fuck–,” Without warning, orgasms rushed through her. She screamed his name and clawed at his back. They were much more intense and she saw stars as she came. He came just as hard and she knew she wouldn’t be able to walk for the next few days. 

“That was–” Y/N tried to catch her breath but he finished the sentence for her. 

“Amazing. That was fucking amazing, princess. You did so well.” He cooed and pressed a gentle kiss to her head and then to her cheeks, then to her lips. He bumped his nose with him and she gave him a lazy grin. 

“I think you may have to carry me everywhere for a few days.” He laughed and kissed her with so much passion, it made her want to cry with happiness. This was her mate and only her mate. He was hers forever just as she was his forever.

#ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan fics #ruhn danaan smut #ruhn danaan x reader #crescent city smut #smut #crescent city fics #ruhn danaan x fem!reader #crescent city

[theostrophywife]

I love your Ithan fic and I was wondering if you would be willing to write a Ruhn fic where the reader is sister's with Ithan (there's no being engaged to Hypaxia), and the two get together when Ithan and Bryce reconnect and it's fluffy and little smutty? Sorry if this doesn't make sense. Thank you

sweet like candy.

author's note: when i tell y'all that i'm on my knees for ruhn danaan, crown prince of the valbaran fae...whew. 🥵🥵🥵

Do you want to get out of here?

Ruhn’s voice purrs into your thoughts. His suggestive tone pulls your attention away from your conversation with Bryce and Hunt as you stare at your boyfriend from across the room. 

Flanked by Dec and Flynn, Ruhn raises a brow at you from the couch. A cloud of mist swirls around your three favorite males as your boyfriend blows a ring of smoke in the air. The stench of mirthroot clings to every surface in the tiny living room, which was even more crowded than usual since Flynn thought it was a great idea to invite what seemed like the entire population of Crescent City into your home.

You chuckle, shaking your head. Ruhn pouts as you lower your mental shield. Isn’t it rude to leave your own party?

We wouldn’t technically be leaving, your boyfriend says with a sly smile. Just going upstairs and having a party of our own.

A shiver of anticipation skirts up your spine. Well, when you put it like that…

“You two are adorable,” Bryce cuts in. She flips her long red hair behind her shoulder, shooting a knowing look between you and her older brother.

You blink, almost forgetting about everything that wasn’t Ruhn. Right. You were actively having a conversation before your boyfriend distracted you. 

“Try disgusting,” Ithan cuts in. Your older brother states, blanching. “Living with these two is almost as bad as my stay at the Bryce and Hunt sex villa.” 

Bryce snorts as you roll your eyes. “I thought you were the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae’s number one fan.”

“Not when he’s dating my baby sister,” Ithan responds with a grimace. 

“Such an alphahole,” you mutter in annoyance. Despite the comment, you find yourself smiling. You and Ithan were incredibly close, given all that you’ve been through as siblings and he was incredibly protective of you. As wolves, you were both fiercely loyal and stubborn to a fault. 

When Sabine kicked him out of the Den, you were out on a mission away from Lunathion and you thanked Urd that Bryce had taken him in after Perry dropped him off nearly beaten to a pulp. You weren't sure what you would've done if you'd lost another brother. Needless to say, you went into a rage upon your return. None of the other wolves had ever seen you so angry and completely, utterly, out of your mind when you attacked the Prime Apparent in retaliation to what she'd done to your brother. Sabine may have been stronger than you, but you would've torn her apart for nearly taking Ithan away from you too. The grief of losing Conner wasn't something you wanted to live through again.

Luckily, Ithan was there to intervene. Along with his newfound group of friends that took you in just as they had done for him. 

It wasn’t that big of an adjustment to live with four males since you grew up with Ithan and Connor, but Declan and Flynn had a harder time adjusting. The two Fae males weren’t used to adhering to any semblance of order. They would never admit it, but the changes you’d implemented around the house, including coming up with a rotating chore schedule and weekly grocery trips so that you had something other than beer and pizza in the fridge greatly improved their lives. 

Flynn often called you a bossy know-it-all and while Dec complained about the incessant bickering between you and the Fae lord, they both warmed up to you rather quickly. Mostly because they've never seen anyone put Ruhn in his place quite like you did.

The Crown Prince didn't mind that you made him take his boots off before stepping on the brand new pink rug that you insisted added warmth to the living room or that he couldn’t drink milk right out of the carton anymore without receiving a swat on the back of the head. Ruhn didn’t even bat an eyelash when you switched the channel from the sunball game to one of those trashy reality shows that you seemed to love so much, despite his roommate’s protests. 

Most of all, Ruhn loved that you didn’t seem to give a shit that he was the Starborn Prince. You still yelled at him when he ate your leftovers or used up the fancy shampoo that you and Flynn hoarded like gold. And he loved every second of it.

Hunt nudges you with his wing. “I, for one, am glad that you two are dating,” the angel states. “You put Danaan in his place like no one’s business.”

A tattooed arm slinks over your shoulder, pulling you close. “And here I thought we were becoming friends, Athalar.”

The Umbra Mortis chuckles. “Doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy a tiny little thing like her knocking you down a few pegs.”

Bryce grins as she surveys the absolute love struck look on her brother’s face. “Agreed, Athalar. It’s about damn time that my brother got a love life of his own, so he can stay out of mine.”

“Speaking of my love life.” Ruhn starts, nudging your hip with his. “It’s time we bow out of this party.” 

“We have an early start tomorrow and someone turns into a grumpy little wolf when they don’t get enough sleep.” Your boyfriend teases, smoothly providing an alibi for you two to sneak off to his room. 

“Seriously?” Flynn asks with a groan. “Little wolf really sank her claws into you huh, Danaan? You’re so unbelievably whipped.”

Ruhn only chuckles. “You would be too if you were lucky enough to have her as your girlfriend.”

You scrunch your nose. “I think I’d take my chances with the dragon.” 

With a bevy of laughter and a huff of annoyance from the lordling, you wave to your friends as Ruhn ushers you upstairs. 

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Ruhn’s mouth is on yours. You giggle, smiling into the kiss as your boyfriend leads you to the bed. Your knees hit the edge of the mattress as Ruhn carefully sets you down, his raven hair cascading over you like a dark curtain while he deepens the kiss. The guttural sound he releases when your tongue sweeps past his parted lips makes your head spin with desire. 

“You taste like cherries,” you murmur, taking his bottom lip between your teeth. Flicking your tongue through his lip ring was Ruhn’s invitation to unleash himself on you.

“Flynn made me try one of his fancy little cocktails again,” he replies absentmindedly, lifting the hem of your shirt and pressing kisses into your overheated skin. Ruhn pulls it over your head before moving downwards to slide his hands up your skirt. He crumples the fabric up between his fingers before taking the lace of your panties between his teeth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll taste like you soon enough.” 

The predatory smirk he flashes your way sends a shiver down your spine as Ruhn’s head disappears between your thighs. He lets out a pleased hum when he finds you wet and soaking for him, ready for his tongue to be buried between your slick folds. 

Ruhn grips your hips, holding you down as he slowly licks a stripe through your soaking core. “Hang on tight, baby.” 

That’s the only warning you get before his wicked tongue threatens to unravel you. Ruhn grunts as you buck against his mouth, your slender fingers tugging at his hair roughly. He loved making you needy and desperate. The bossy wolf tamed into a mewling pup with just the flick of his tongue. 

Your boyfriend eats you out like it’s his sole mission in life, making you moan and writhe underneath him as he slides a finger inside of you. Judging by the way your thighs clench around him, Ruhn takes it as a signal to slip both his index and middle finger inside you, curving to touch that spongy spot atop your walls. 

“I can tell you’re about to cum, but can you do something for me, little pup?” Ruhn asks from between your legs. 

You nod, barely forming coherent thoughts from the pleasure he was giving you. “Anything, Ruhn.” 

“I want you to ride my face, sweetheart.” 

Your eyes flutter open. “What if I’m too heavy? I—I don’t want to crush you.” 

Ruhn squeezes your hip gently. “You won’t. Trust me baby, I can handle it.” 

You shift, putting your weight on your elbows. This was new territory for you. You weren’t by any means inexperienced, but no male had ever asked you to sit on their face. Then again, no male ever ate your pussy with as much enthusiasm and expertise as Ruhn did. It always surprised you how attentive your boyfriend was. Whether you were in or out of the bedroom, Ruhn always made sure to put you first.

“Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely positive.” Your boyfriend reassures you with a gentle kiss. Ruhn lies on his back, grinning as he pulls you by the wrist. “Don’t be shy, baby. Come get on top of me.” 

Despite your uncertainty, you’re more than happy to oblige him. Ruhn watches as you straddle his stomach, inching higher and higher until both of your thighs are settled on either side of his face. He twines your fingers together, kissing your knuckles before placing your hands on the wooden headboard. 

“Hold on to the headboard, sweetheart.” 

His voice is laced with sensual promise and you can’t help but whimper as his large hands clamp down on the tops of your thighs, firmly positioning you over his face like it was your own personal throne. You slightly hover above him as though you were still scared that he wouldn’t be able to handle all of you. 

“All the way, baby. I want to feel all of you.”

Slowly, but surely, you put all of your weight on Ruhn and he groans in pleasure, continuing his feast like eating your pussy was his favorite thing in the world. The worry of crushing your boyfriend soon dissipates as he works you with his tongue. It feels good, so good that you find yourself gripping the headboard for support while you ride his face. 

Despite having his mouth full, Ruhn finds another way to let you know just how much he enjoys your enthusiasm.

There’s a good girl. Keep riding my face just like that, sweetheart.

“Burning fucking Solas,” you mutter under your breath. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, Ruhn.”

Ruhn moans at the desperation in your voice, circling your clit with his tongue and flicking faster and faster as you buck against his sharp jaw. 

Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Go on, then. I want to taste you on my tongue.

The words send you over the edge and you cum hard, squirting into Ruhn’s mouth while he laps up your juices. Soft moans slip past your lips almost reverently as your boyfriend licks up every last drop. The orgasm racks through your entire body and you crumple into Ruhn’s arms. He strokes your hair before kissing you softly, the taste of you coating his tongue. 

Your eyes flutter open, finding his loving gaze already fixated on you. “Was that your first time squirting?” he asks gently. 

Heat travels up your cheeks. You were so busy chasing after yours that you didn’t even realize what you’d done. “I—I’m so sorry. I’ve never done that before. Everything just happened so fast—”

Ruhn cuts you off with a kiss. When he pulls away, there’s nothing but care and appreciation in his eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it. You taste sweet like candy.” He caresses your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips. “Did you like it?” 

“Are you kidding? It was fucking amazing.” Ruhn chuckles as you wrap your arms around his neck. “You’re fucking amazing, Ruhn.” 

You kiss him, slow and deep, showing him just how much you appreciated every part of him. Ruhn was the best boyfriend any female could ever ask for. He was kind, thoughtful, loyal and a top notch lay. You made sure to convey that last part out loud. 

“You’ve been hanging around Flynn too much,” he says with an amused chuckle. “Now c’mere, sweetheart. I’m trying to add excellent cuddler to the list as well.” 

You sigh happily as Ruhn wraps you into his arms, pulling you close and kissing your temple. “Consider it done.” 

#i am simping for ruhn on this fine tuesday evening #THE CROWN PRINCE OF THE VALBARAN FAE? #ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan smut #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan x you #crescent city #hoeab #hosab

[ignite-stars]

sicarius, azriel

summary, ( HOSAB SPOILERS! ) being best friends with bryce quinlan can be a pain in the ass, but you both truly hit rock bottom when you fell through worlds.

word count, 2.2k

author’s note, reader is fem, and an elemental fae in this fic, fire and ice. also, if az is a little ooc in this, it’s because i’m still learning how to write his character. AGAIN, HOSAB SPOILERS!

The stone clapping beneath your feet was laughing in the wind. One after the next, each step ringing in your ears louder than the last. And the sounds of Hunt’s pained screaming was bone-chilling. Your brother, you hadn’t realized how close the two of you had become until he was wailing in pain, for his life, for his freedom being reclaimed. Everything in you wanted to turn around and help him, to help Ruhn, and Lidia— who you were placing the entirety of your trust in, despite everything in you telling you that you shouldn’t.

Memories of the alphaholes you called your friends played in your head as you continued to bolt through the Asteri’s throne room. Flashing as quick as Athalar’s lightning.

Hunt buying you a sunball hat, matching to his, because he had learned from Bryce that you loved the sport just as much as he did. The three of you making a habit of watching together every weekend.

Practically freezing Ruhn’s balls for calling you icyhot after you had warned him not to. Declan and Tristian laughing their asses off afterwards.

And you couldn’t help but think of Danika.

In the moment, you missed her so much. You missed her stupid chipped nail polish and faded pink and blue highlights in her light blonde hair, that you had dyed for her one late night in yours, hers, and Bryce’s, shitty apartment. You missed the way she always knew what to do, how she always was the mediator to the absolute wreck you and the redhead— whose hand you were currently gripping tightly in escape— were.

Bryce whimpered, slightly fumbling in her running as Hunt’s bellows of agony got progressively louder. You tugged on your connected hands. “I know,” you croaked, not daring a glance back at Rigelus, who was hot on your trail. “I know, B.” You gave a squeeze to her hand to signal that she wasn’t alone in any of this, and she never would be, not as long as you were still breathing. Though that may not be much longer, if the circumstances took a turn for the worst.

But because the two of you had discovered the secrets of the Asteri, together, just like you always had, both of you were totally fucked if you didn’t go through with Lidia’s silent instruction. The Asteri survived off of the first light of the citizens, the slaves, of this world. And there were other realms, some like Lunathion, and others the opposite. You needed to find Aidas, and the other princes of Hel, as quickly as possible if you wanted to save Hunt and Ruhn. And in order to do that, you had to keep moving.

The distance between you and gates was closing rapidly. So close that Rigelus began roaring in anger. With a deep, shaky exhale, you prepared yourself for the churning of your stomach that came with teleporting. Bryce was already tired, so the chances that everything would go smoothly was slim to none.

But you didn’t give yourself a chance to think about it and you hurried her in front of you. The livid Asteri was too close for comfort— you could feel his hot breath curling down the back of your neck and shooting down your spine. His hand reached out and attempted to snag the back of your scaled fighting armor, similar to that of a warrior on a battlefield. Lightweight, and easy to move in. You had worked, and were known for, as the Sicarius of Lunathion since you were barely a teenager, physically owned by Micah Domitus.

It was ironic, really, that you had waited years to finally be rid of that horrid man, and now, you were possibly about to meet him once more in the afterlife. If there was one. There wouldn’t be one waiting for you in the Bone Quarter, you knew that much.

When Bryce’s fingers finally connected with the gate, and her golden eyes scrunched shut in a frantic attempt to gather the remnants of her Starborn gifts, Rigelus had realized his failure. He tipped his head back and cursed loudly at you and Bryce as you vanished from his view.

You were free-falling through the air.

The wind was long since stolen from your lungs, dancing with the space and matter around you. The silence was so thick that it was almost peaceful. A different kind of peaceful. It was as if your soul was pleased. Your entire being was alight in darkness and starlight. You thought Hel was supposed to shred you apart from the inside out, but apparently your scarred heart was finding solace within the flames. Like you had taken some sort of diversion from the path of your life that would lead you to greater things. A place where you were meant to be all this time.

Like a missing piece of a puzzle. Or a glass slipper that slid perfectly onto your foot. Whatever the feeling was, it felt right.

Maybe this was it. A reaper had collected your soul and dragged you to the Underworld, where you rightfully belonged. All the blood on your hands had finally come back to bite you in the ass. Maybe all the souls you had stolen were damning yours to a much darker fate.

Guilt flooded through you. In death, you were betraying Bryce, breaking the promise you made to her when you were both fifteen years-old. To Hel and back, I’ll be with you, Quinlan. You were leaving her now. To go on alone. You were giving up on the only person who you vowed to never abandon.

When you hit the ground, you hadn’t expected such a place to have, grass? Or the loud chatter of crickets. What the fuck? Was the wading of a river a figment of your imagination? You sat up with a startle, your hand immediately retracted to your bloodstone blade in your thigh holster, unsheathing it without hesitation.

The guilt you were feeling ebbed away and traded out with confusion. When you scanned your surroundings, you indeed spotted a river beneath a group of stunning mountains. But the biggest surprise was the snow-covered town not too far from where you collided with the ground.

“Bryce,” you breathed, whipping your head around in an instant. Through the fog of the night-chilled air, you could spot her form kneeling not too far from yours. A growl ripped through your throat as you also caught sight of a shadowed figure behind her, holding a blade to the skin of her trachea.

The redhead was utterly frozen in compliance. You could hear her crying as you creeped closer. She was begging with the winged— demon? He had the leathery wings of a demon. She was pleading for Aidas, fear bleeding through her wobbly tone.

You monitored your every step while also never removing your eyes from the demon. You studied his body language just as you’d been taught. His tense shoulders and heavy breathing told you that he was nervous, underneath his facade of rage. But his quivering hands and confident movements told you that he wouldn’t hesitate to slit Bryce’s throat had she made one wrong move. By the stance he took, the deep scars littering his hands, and down to the control he had over his weighted wings, you knew he was well trained, perhaps just as skilled as you in the art of killing.

You summoned heat to the palm of your hands, imbuing the steel of your knife into a bright silver. You didn’t know how sharp the demon’s instincts were, but you were bound to inflict some sort of stun with the burning blade.

Like a predator toying with it’s prey, you lunged for him in a swift movement. The front of your torso meeting the back of his body as you tangled your arms around his neck. The attack threw him off balance, causing him to stumble back a step, giving Bryce a chance to clamber up to her feet, albeit blindfolded.

The demon grunted in shock at the heat waving off of the weapon millimeters away from the column of his throat. You shushed him, purring into his ear as he struggled, “quiet.” His eyes widened when the shadows curling around him loitered, some even curling up your calves in admiration. The demon snarled at the darkness adorning your skin. You had caught on pretty quickly that those shadows currently wrapped around you were his source of information. He hadn’t been as on guard as he should’ve been because he was expecting the darkness to warn him of anyone lurking behind him.

“Take me to Prince Aidas,” you whispered, much calmer now that his knife was nowhere near Bryce. “Or I swear to Luna I’ll slit your fucking throat.” The demon panted, still relentless in his thrashing. He was strong, so strong that even with the Fae abilities pulsing through your veins, you struggled to keep ahold of him.

You grew suspicious when he stilled in his movements. You pressed your molten blade closer to his throat, close enough to ensure the heat could nip at his jugular. His throaty voice surprised you, not because he spoke scarily low, but because the language he used was nothing you’ve heard before.

Suddenly, his warm hands slipped through your death grip, and grabbed at the backs of your thighs. Bryce called for you in a panic, sensing something was deeply wrong by the tension in the air. He leaned forward to shift his weight before he withdrew and slammed the back of his head into the bridge of your nose.

You hadn’t let out any noises of pain, not even as the scarlet color of your blood started to gush from your delicately-flaring nostrils. There was only a hitch in the rhythm of your breathing that you couldn’t control. But you knew he picked up on it, nonetheless. It infuriated you, that he was now one step ahead. Your first instinct was to tighten your hold on his neck, and send him falling into the ground with you. And you did exactly that. You let go of his neck, but wrapped your thighs around his waist, pulling him down to render him.

He grunted in annoyance in this game of fire on fire. He spat out what you assumed was a silver-tongued threat. You had taken the brunt end of his weight, giving him the advantage. He took the chance to quickly flip over and grapple each of his knees on both sides of you. Once more, you couldn’t understand what he was gritting through his teeth, but even as you threw your head back in pain, you understood that he was telling you to quit fucking moving.

You gasped when one of his shadows slithered down the side of your face, urging you to open your eyes. At his foreign command, laced with warning, the darkness scattered behind him. You heaved wrathfully, forcing short breaths through your nose in order to clear your head. You needed to think. Calm down and think.

You needed to get to Aidas. Hunt, Ruhn, and Lidia’s lives were dependent on that. The longer you fought tooth and nail with this winged bastard sitting smugly on top of you, their fatality rates heightened. You knew Bryce was thinking the same thing by the racing thump of her heart.

When you convinced yourself your temper was under control, you allowed your eyes to flutter open to finally get a glimpse at the demon before you.

Holy fucking Urd.

His hazel eyes bored into yours, pupils pinging from the intensity of the combat he was up against. You hadn’t been able to get a good look at him prior to this moment, so caught up in getting to Bryce. But he was gorgeous, deeply-tanned skin freckled with beauty marks, and an occasional, faint scar. His features were sharp— nearly wolfish— nose and cheekbones that could cut.

And when you peered down at his chapped lips, something inside you reached out to him. You couldn’t stop it, an emotional tether searching for it’s other half. A piece of yourself was intertwining with his in a way that was so beautiful that it was horribly tragic.

The falter in his hands holding yours to the ground was an indication that he felt the same piece of him singing out to you. He couldn’t stop it, no matter how much he tugged and hauled back on that endless bond. He could’ve dug his damn feet into the dirt beneath him, but nothing could’ve halted that piece of him that tangled with you.

He gathered both of your hands into one of his one, the other swept up his glowing blade from where it laid beside you. If he had any doubts to what he did next, he showed no signs of it. He set the blade against your windpipe, and applied the slightest bit of pressure. Warm blood swarmed around the sharp tip, not a lot, simply enough to warn you with words he could not speak.

Your mate, your opponent was your mate.

#azriel x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #acotar #cc hoeab #crescent city #cc hosab #bryce quinlan #hunt athalar #ruhn danaan #cassian acotar #feyre archeron #rhysand acotar #sjmaas #sjm

[hendolish]

Hiii babes, if you still take fic requests could you please write a part 2 to that Mason X Declan story? Now that the names for the September camp squad are out and both Mase and Dec are there could you write something about them meeting again and Mase so badly regrets ending things with Declan now that he sees how Declan seems to be getting on well with Saka so much. And he starts thinking a bit delulu thinking that there's something between Saka and Dec when Saka has a gf and isn't even into Dec like that. Anyway he regrets it and goes back to Dec. At first Declan doesn't want to talk to Mase but in the end he does talk to him and they get together officially. Thanksss💗💗

[note- anon did correct themselves about mason not being at camp but i stuck with it to make it easier <3]

mason mount/declan rice | a sequel to on hold ♡

Mason’s an idiot.

He’s known this himself for a long time, of course, but he’s really a spectacular idiot in this case for pushing Dec away.

It hadn’t made things easier or lessened the pain of miles between them. Everything would make Mason think of him, of moments they’ve shared together or silly little inside jokes, his fingers itching to pick up his phone and call.

But then he’d remember what he did to Dec. What he’d said. And the crushing sensation would close in on him all over again.

Anyway.

That’s how he finds himself stuck at SGP, grasping brief glances of Dec whenever he can, darting his eyes away before the other can turn and catch him, feeling like he can never find the right words to say.

It doesn’t help that Dec seems to be getting along just fine with all the Arsenal lot now.

Mason watches them together as they wander onto the pitch, some of the last to leave the changing room, Dec whispering something in Bukayo’s ear that causes the both of them to burst into raucous laughter.

He stares down at his boots instead, digging the studs into the grass to make patterns before Steve’s calling them all over to start the drill. Luke had been talking to him but Mason couldn’t find the attention to listen, so he just laughs and agrees when the other looks over to him expectantly.

It probably wasn’t the right thing to do because it causes Luke to frown before asking, “You okay?”

But Mason can’t do anything but wave him off once Steve starts talking, pointing at cones and waving a set of bibs in the air.

Dec doesn’t look at him as Steve hands them out and Mason tries to tell his heart it’s not allowed to sink. Not when he’s the reason Dec is being off with him.

He chose this, now he has to live with the consequences.

They have to partner up for the drill and Mason allows himself to hope far too much by sneaking Dec another glance, but he’s already walking away with Bukayo, snickering at whatever the younger is telling him with that megawatt grin on his face that Mason loves.

Well. He loves it when Dec is directing it at him.

“C’mon.”

Luke says after a moment, tugging on his arm towards a free space, and Mason forces everything to the back of his mind and gets his head down because he has to.

Because this is England and it’s always meant so much to him and Dec. This is their time together, and Mason’ll be damned if he’s about to lose that too.

—

He can’t help glaring at breakfast.

Dec and Bukayo are stuck together like glue again, stealing food off of each other’s plates and laughing about it. Mason suddenly feels sick.

“You’ve got to let it go mate.”

Luke tells him once he follows his gaze. Mason had told him everything last night when bearing the weight on his own had become too much.

“Or you’ve got to actually talk to him,” Luke then supplements, shaking his head to himself as he tucks back into his beans, “Getting nowhere just starin’. You trying to read his mind or something?”

Mason wishes he could. Instead he’s busy racking his brain over whether he’s heard Bukayo talk about his girlfriend in the past couple of months. Did they break up?

“Hmm? Yeah. I mean— I know,” When Luke gives him a doubtful look Mason’s voice jumps an octave higher as he protests, “I know okay! I’m working on it. I just don’t think he wants to speak to me.”

Luke’s eyes shift sympathetically for a second as he tells him that of course he does. Mason stays quietly unsure of that.

He gets his chance later in the day.

Their rooms at SGP are practically next door to each other because they’ve always requested for them to be close and, as always, the England staff had listened and remembered.

It would be sweet of them in any other circumstance, but when he and Dec exit their rooms at almost the exact same time, locking eyes as their doors click shut behind them, Mason can’t help but curse them a little.

“Hey.”

He says, hating how awkward it sounds because things have never been, and should never be, awkward between them.

“Hey.”

Dec replies, but it lacks his usual gusto and Mason can already see his eyes flickering back towards his room.

“Do you—“

Mason tries to start, not even really knowing what he wants to say, but Dec cuts him off.

“Can we—,” He runs a hand through his hair then, a habit Mason knows all too well, before taking a steadying breath, “Can we not do this today?”

Mason nods because there’s nothing else for him to do, despite him being unsure as to what this is.

“Okay,” Dec says, although it sounds more like he’s talking to himself, “Good. Well… I forgot my, uh, yeah. So I’ll just…”

And with that the other quickly disappears back into his room, leaving Mason in hallway, unsure of how to feel.

—

Mason stays true to his word and doesn’t bother him the rest of the day. He knows he has no right to after everything he’s put the other man through.

But finds he simply can’t wait any longer when he wakes the next morning, too early to go downstairs but late enough not to bother going back to sleep, and soon finds himself stood in front of Dec’s door, hand poised to knock.

A million thoughts race through his brain in the seconds it takes Dec to answer, but they soon all slip away when he sees Dec standing there, in the t-shirt he’s seen him sleep in a million times. The t-shirt he’s tugged off him and helped him re-dress with in haste.

It’s soft to touch, Mason knows, and warm when pressed against Dec’s skin. Finally, he opens his mouth to speak.

“I’m so sorry,” He starts, and there’s really not a better opening to cover it all, “Dec, I’m— I can’t believe that I thought I could just—“

He cuts himself off there because he promised himself he wouldn’t cry. Not even if Dec had turned him away. He would’ve had every right to.

“Fuck,” He’s looking anywhere but at the other now, blinking rapidly, “I was such an idiot, I know that now. But I just… I couldn’t lose you, you know? I didn’t want to go through that, so I thought that maybe it would be better if I just— mmph.”

Dec stops him from going on with a bruising kiss.

Mason had known that he might ramble. That his explanation might not make any sense and he’d have to try a couple of times. But never did he think that Dec would get him to shut up by kissing him.

“You are a massive idiot,” Dec tells him after he pulls away, one hand still touching Mason’s cheek, “And it’s going to take a lot for you to make it up to me.“

“Whatever you want.”

He promises immediately, which launches a brightly amused grin onto Dec’s cheeks that Mason decides he never wants to see leave again.

“And can we stop being weird around each other now? I hate it.”

Dec adds, to which Mason easily agrees, and soon they’re lying on Dec’s bed together, side by side, and Mason’s reminding himself of the softness of Dec’s shirt again with a cautious hand.

“You’re still being weird.”

Dec declares then before taking Mason’s hand for him and placing it directly over his heart, feeling the steady thump of the rhythm there. When he glances back upwards, Dec’s watching him carefully.

“Yeah?” He asks, and all of a sudden Mason understands.

This thing between them is so much more than he could ever ask for and Dec… he wants it too and maybe always has. Mason feels like colourful fireworks are exploding in his chest, seeping into every crevice the past month has left behind.

“Yeah.”

He agrees breathily, as if speaking too loud may puncture the moment. Dec smiles across the bed at him before he’s pulling Mason back into his arms and slotting him against his chest like a puzzle piece.

Dec emits a loud, but content-sounding, sigh before he admits, “I bought you flowers and everything, you know. Was gonna be proper romantic.”

That makes Mason feels ten times worse, like a heavy weight has settled in his stomach, but Dec notices quickly and is soon peppering his face with kisses.

“Hey, it’s alright yeah? It worked out in the end. Everything always does with us.”

Mason can’t help but still feel bad.

“I ruined it though,” He says, taking Dec’s hand to squeeze and hold to his chest, “You were trying to be lovely and I just—“

Dec shushes him then, placing a kiss to his lips instead. It’s all in the past.

“I’ll buy you flowers again, yeah? And you can kiss me or hug me or do whatever you would’ve wanted to do back then.”

Mason looks over at him silently for a moment, taking in Dec’s soft gaze and the grounding reassurance in his words, wondering how on earth he’d gotten so lucky.

He closes the gap between them again then because he feels a sudden urge to make up for any time together they may’ve lost whilst he was busy being an idiot.

“Okay.”

Mason tells Dec through a giddy smile, heart soaring amongst the clouds.

I love you.

He thinks then, storing it away for another day.

♡

#a much needed sequel to the angst prompt i wrote for these two a while back!! <3 #they got their happy ending :’) #thank you anon!! 💗 #england #england national team #england nt #england football #football #football rpf #mason mount #mount #declan rice #rice #mason x declan #mason/declan #mase x dec #chelsea #chelsea fc #man utd #manchester united #man u #west ham #arsenal #international break #declan/mason #declan x mason #dec x mase #decson

[ozzyfromthecafeteria]

for parkee macmeemee

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

if you have any ships or anything (note: ik the original question is asking about romantic ships but i'd love to know about other types of relationships as well):

15. What's your favorite ship for this character? (Doesn't matter if it's canon or not.)

16. What's your least favorite ship for this character?

and if you read/write fanfiction:

21. If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to ths character? Something you don't like?

HI YAY ^_^ okay

1. I like him! His hexed twice and overall bad situations has allured me. He is like a tired sopping wet cat to me. Also I kinda just like his story and past ? Doomed to leave others unstable cursed to roam around everywhere…. that one image. i just think he’s neat :D i don’t fully have a clue on why my brain latched onto him so much but he is Surely A Guy.

7. Ouh… I think it’s funny when he’s portrayed as So Damn Eternally Exhausted [he absolutely would be i do not blame him] also hm what else i Swear there’s more. hmm more tiny details but i do like it when he’s shown [in either drawn or written form] using a cane ^_^ also i do like the stitches under the eyes… neat design methinks

8. Ahh… hm. I don’t really Despise it besides just a mild dislike but I don’t think he’s mean ? Or a heel is a better wording perhaps. i don’t think he Wanted to hurt people [though let’s be honest he might’ve been glad the fireballs got incinerated i mean c’mon] or Enjoyed doing it. it is a super interesting perspective though so i’m not fully dissing on it i just personally think he’s too soft-hearted

RELATIONSHIPS. OH BABY i have A Ton of ideas now hm. i like to imagine that he’s Very Awkward and Cannot establish friendships easily [also the firewalker thing. why make friends when you’ll be launching them into the toaster anyways] so his. social pool life is rather limited.

i like to think that he Used to be friends with agan espinoza at some point? though they’ve been avoiding each other over the mutual misconception that the other hates them now. now they’re just. awkward strangers that try to stay away from each other unless it’s Necessary or an Emergency.

i think he’s friends with durham spaceman! they don’t contact each other often but they’re still buddies regardless. especially since i like to think durham showed him how to play his instrument in the first place

ALSO ALSO. coronation crabs. i think he’s friends with declan, yusef and ramirez ^_^ i imagine they get along well and frequently do tasks like laundry together to keep from getting bored. also card games

now. for the ones i’m real excited to talk about

wyatt mason x aka the max. they are so friends [and maybe more? i haven’t settled on if i think they’re platonic or romantic yet] i like to think that parker Tries to stay away from people he’s on the same team with but max. max is very insistent and stubborn on Not Letting Him Sulk Around Sadly. xe invites him to a lot of places to hangout and stuff and i like to think xe stands near him during band practice. i also like to think max bugged parker about getting another means of contact that wasn’t like. email. and they chat about almost everything but mostly music i think ^_^

tiera wigdoubt. ohh im so. tiera falls to the team and has No Idea what is going on since so much has changed since they were alive and they Immediately linger around parker because hey at least it’s someone they recognize yaknow. they bond fairly quickly [mostly from tiera trying to figure out how to Do Life again and asking parker about everything that’s changed since then] i think tiera drags parker out on the weirdest adventures ever. like exploring abandoned buildings and seeing how fast they can get kicked out of a store kinda activities. gestures around. i think they’re friends or possibly more. you get the deal

THE ALASKAN IMMORTALS!! i am so so normal. unfortunately there are So many immortals it’d take me hours to write all of what i imagine. i think he still has a good bond with the immortals [especially after clearing up the misunderstanding that they hated him] though in particular… i think parker might’ve had romantic interest in owen suzuki and crits manhattan in the past

hm. for everyone else i think he’s either acquaintances with, hasn’t met yet, used to be friends but The Reasons, or dislikes/is enemies with.

15. as for favorite ship ehh? hard to say. tied between parker/tiera and parker/max

16. well. i think this ship is interesting and so so baffling [what is Wrong with them, truly] but megan ito/parker. it doesn’t occupy as much space in my brain as the others do so unfortunately it is cast aside

21. I KNOW I’VE SAID IT PREVIOUSLY BUT CANE!!!!! PARKER USING A CANE!!!!! i love parker with cane. love it so dearly i try to incorporate as much of it as i can in fics. can’t say there’s anything i don’t like? i do get in rough spots where i can’t figure out what he’d Say or Do in dialogue and actions but the blame goes to my mind for stalling in those sentences. lately been difficult to write outside of The Life Stuff and that is my brain being melted into soup which sucks

22. it makes me overjoyed to see him be displayed as a nervous dog it’s a bit comical to me [just like me…] though i adore fics where parker befriends the teams he’s been on it’s really nice and interesting. as for something i don’t like uhh? oh yeah i know i said it before but i don’t think he’s rude. just a personal interpretation difference

#parker macmillan #blaseball #THIS TOOK ME SO LONG I HAD SO MUCH THOUGHTS #i may add on to this or expand it more in the future… but this is kinda what i think and interpret currently! #thank you so so much for the ask it was fun answering it #hmm i should have an asks tag. i think #asks #hey its simple but it gets the job done

[veluvloqy]

between us — mason mount

SUMMARY. mason never thought that he'd lose the love of his life so quickly. in a desperate attempt to feel close to you one last time, he contacts the only person he thinks will be able to help him. at the end of the day, he knows that he'll keep you alive if he keeps in his heart everything you lived together. “i love you forever.”

PAIRING. mason mount x female!oc.

GENRE. angst.

WARNINGS. the whole fic it's a warning itself. death is the main plot, read at your own risk. loosely inspired by 'hollywood medium'.

WORD COUNT. 2k+

AUTHOR'S NOTE. first one and there we go. wrote this a couple of weeks ago but never had the confidence enough to post it. feedback is always welcome! enjoy it. wish you a happy reading <3

mason still remembers the last kiss he gave you. it was a few minutes before you left on your way to work. for some reason, that day he didn't want to let you go. but he had to. he wrapped his arms around your waist, murmuring a soft 'i love you' and letting you go. he also remembers the last hug in which he felt you. it was the same morning but a while before finally getting out of be. he clung to your naked body, wanting to live there forever, and he felt like the luckiest guy on planet earth. mason remembers a lot of things, but he remembers you especially.

there are days when he just gets carried aways, days when he sits on the couch by himself, staring at a fixed point. he doesn't feel, he doesn't move, he just breathes and thinks. his mind inevitably takes him to the first day he met you under the cold london night, you were wearing a black dress and a thin jacket that didn't help prevent the wind from hammering your bones, your makeup was smudged and he could tell you were crying, and he felt the piercing need to protect you until the end of the time. he also often remembers the first date he took you on, the first kiss he gave you, the first time he made love to you, the first vacation you shared together. looking at rocky, the dog he gave you for one of your anniversaries, he perfectly recalls your dazzling smile and your genuine happiness when holding him in your arms for the first time. he remembers the good times, but also the bad. like that time you confessed to him all the suffering you went through as a child, or that day he found your curled up in bed and crying because of the hate amount and death threats you received for being his girlfriend. he remembers everything, and it torments him.

sometimes, when his phone rings, he's afraid it'll be that call again. he's afraid to answer and be told that you were involved in a car accident, and unfortunately you didn't make it. he's afraid to feel again that pain that he felt when a ringing filled his ears and he dropped to his knees on the cold ground, screaming and crying for you. other times, he hopes to answer and that your sweet voice will be heard on the other end of the line, wishing him luck before one of his games, telling him how much you miss him, confessing your love. but your calls no longer come, and your voice is no longer heard.

and although you don't call, his mates do. he receives daily messages from phil, from jack. ben makes sure he stays healthy and declan visits him every day to take care of him. even though he's hurt by the death of his best friend, he knows that there's still something to fight for on this side. he doesn't do much, he just stays by mason's side because he knows that's what he needs. he knows how much you meant to him, and he also knows that no care compares, but he stands strong and encourages him to keep going.

if he could switch bodies with you, he would. he'd give his life for you.

the day of your wake was the most tedious and heartbreaking he lived. you were there, inert, empty, lifeless. your hands were the same ones that ran over his face and body every day, only now they were a little colder. you eyes were closed and you were submerged in eternal sleep, your face was carefree. the arms of his siblings were around him and his parents stayed by his side the entire time. every condolence he received shattered his heart. and he stopped recognizing where he was when your body was buried.

“dec,” mason calls from the living room. declan had arrived about an hour ago and, seeing that his friend hadn't had lunch yet, he decided to fix him something quick. mason didn't get better, he believes he never will, but he slowly began to reconnect with the people closest to him, especially declan, the person who has been there though the ups and downs. you loved him, he was like a brother to you. and for mason, having him was having you. “come.”

“uhm, i'm having a couple problems here, mase.”

“okay, it doesn't matter,” he insists. “just came.”

declan turns off the burners and quickly wipes his hands with a damp cloth before walking over to his best friend. “well, what is it?”

“i- uhm, i-” mason stumbles over his words. he doesn't know how to express himself properly, you were always there to read him. but he knows he should tell this to his best friend. he knows that he must do this. “i-i contacted a m-medium.”

declan's speechless. he knows that he shouldn't criticize his friend or question his choices, he knows how desperate he is to be with you one last time, but he never thought that he'd come to this point. “a what?”

“a med-”

“yeah, i heard you the first time. mase, are you sure?”

“dec,” mason whispers. “i need it.”

“and i understand, bro. but what if they play with your feelings? what if they take advantage of your situation to get money from you?”

“no one can take more from me than what i've lost.”

declan sighs. this is not the time to make his friend feel bad. “are you sure?”

“totally.”

“fine. when will they come?”

“friday.”

waiting until friday was no easy task for mason. he felt anxious, nervous, tense, scared. he knew he was crazy to do what he did, what he was going to do, but he also knew that it was his last chance to communicate with you in any way. he needed to tell you many things, too many. from his return to training to how empty the house feels without your presence. he wanted to hug you like it was the first time, touch your face and feel your perfume again. he was desperate and, certainly, he doesn't act logically under pressure. he knew that he couldn't bring you back to life, but he can try to tell you that he loves you one last time. that's why, when the day comes, he almost feels faint.

mason is sitting across from tyler, the lovable blonde-haired young man who could easily be his age. his hands are sweaty and his throat is dry, but the comforting aura tyler exudes helps him a bit.

“mason,” the boy in front of him speaks, ”have you ever been read before?”

“uhm, no,” he replies nervously.

“why have you decided to do this, mason? if i may know.”

“yeah, uhm, i-i just wanted to t-try to connect with my g-girlfriend one last time.”

tyler looks at the small coffee table that separates him from mason and jots a photo on it. “she was your girlfriend?”

“y-yes,” he says, blinking repeatedly to keep the tears that formed in his eyes from falling.

“she was adorable, right?” seeing mason nod, tyler continues. “did you love her?”

“she was the light of my life.”

tyler doesn't respond and begins to doodle on his notebook. mason watches him, nestled in his world and breathing quietly. his pen goes back and forth, tracing deep, abstract lines.

“i feel this calm energy that's a-able to calm the most turbulent waters, she lived calmly,” tyler begins before moving his pen again. “she-she's very calm, mason, but she also has this feeling that something's preventing her from going totally calm. you.”

“i-i'm not ready to let her go.”

“and that's totally understandable. she also wants to tell you a lot of things.”

“as which?”

tyler moves his pen again, each line he draws making a particular sound and mason follows his movements with his eyes. “she... she wants you to always remember what happened between you.”

“between us?”

“you guys had a lot of history together,” mason nods. “i see this symbol. with wings. a comforting color, a calm color.”

“a butterfly,” mason says, no longer trying to hide his pain. “it's a butterfly. she loved butterflies.”

“she knows. she knows you're hurt. but she wants you to heal.”

once the session is over, after mason thanks tyler for his services and politely escorts him to the door, he flops down on the couch. thousands of thoughts run through his mind and he feels emotionally drained. tyler was right, on everything. it was as if he knew you, as if he knew who you were and what you were. he wants to cry, scream, curse, bring you back. but he can't. there are so many things he wants to do and he can't. but he can do one thing: forget. not forever, just for a minute. he decides to sleep. and, in the process of trying to forget, he remembers you.

“mason!” you yell, running through the green park with roky following in your footsteps. “catch me!”

“be careful, honey,” he laughs as he starts running after you all over the place.

it doesn't take him long to catch you, he's faster than you. you both fall into the cool grass with laughter with roky barking. mason looks at you, you're perfect. he can't believe that someone like you is with someone like him. he has spent many nights looking at your sleepy figure wondering how he did it, how he got so lucky. but he doesn't like to tempt fate and concludes that he deserves it, that he deserves you. he loves you, and he'll always protect you.

“mason?”

“tell me, love,” he murmurs. he has you in his arms, face to face, with your forehead on his chest and roky at your feet.

“never forget this.”

“what thing, precious?”

“this. us. everything that happens and will happen between us.”

mason wakes up with a start. he's no longer on his couch, nor in his house. he's in the park, alone. the hammocks sway back and forth and the grass in freshly cut. the sun's rays hit his face and he has to put a hand on his forehead to try to focus his sight. and there, in the distance, he sees you. with a loose cream dress and your bare feet, hair in the wind as if you were pocahontas, approaching him.

“mase.”

“my love,” he says with tears in his eyes. he hugs you tightly, knowing it'll be the last time.

“mase,” you repeat softly, almost in a whisper, as he hides his face in your neck. “mason, you must move on.”

“i can't. i don't want to.”

“but you must,” you break away from the hug and cup his face in you hands. “you must do it. you must fulfill everything we dream of. you must meet someone, get married, have a family. you must win more trophies, score more goals. you have to do it, mason. for me.”

“i don't want to forget you,” his voice breaks and his eyes are full of tears that this time he does let fall, the image of him at his most vulnerable will always belong to you.

“oh, mason, baby,” you cry. “you won't forget me. i'll be in each of your thoughts, in each of your moments. when you wake up, i'll be there. when you go to sleep, i'll be there. i'll live in you forever, mason. you have me here,” you finish pointing at his heart.

“it's a hell.”

“it is. but it's life. remember me in every butterfly, love, and take care of roky for me,” you hug him one last time, knowing that this was necessary to live peacefully in eternity. and you walk away from him slowly. he must do it. he has to.

“(y/n)!” he yells loudly. his silky hair is now shorter but just as beautiful, the brown in his eyes looks a little off be he picks up a bit of his characteristic glow as he says his next words. “i love you! forever!”

you smile. you'll take a good care of him from above. “i love you, mason.”

and just like that, you turn to dust, a stagnant imagine in memory. and just like that, mason wakes up.

“forever,” he murmurs to himself. “i love you forever.”

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[trentskiiii]

enough for you - mason mount ft. dec

: this was inspired by enough for you by olivia rodrigo (angst- NOT HAPPY ENDING (unless i do a part 2) , only read if u wanna be heartbroken) this is my first fic :((( you wld think my first wld be about trent but ive been thinking about this idea for forever and thought mason would be a better fit :) i didnt do a proofread bcs this took me so long😭

desc: you and mason mount have been in a relationship for around 2 years. you realised that the way he treats u n how u feel everyday in the relationship quickly changes. what will happen when u talk to him about it? WARNINGS: some curse words and then just PAIN PAIN AND PAIN AGAIN.

SHOULD I DO A PART 2 WITH DECLAN RICE?!?!?!?!

you woke up of your sleep. light peeping through the blinds of yours and masons bedroom. you’d move into his house after a month into the relationship. the relationship that you noticed was beginning to deplete, but you never knew why. and you were sure he didnt too. everything changed after the prior 3 years of friendship, when you two met at a coffee shop. cliché right? you two always joked about it, saying it was meant to be. or at least used to. for the past 2 months, he was getting distant. after his away game against real madrid. you turned to his side of the bed, as usual, he was not there. in fact you barely saw him nowadays. only an hour or two before he left the house in the morning, and another few hours when he came home to sleep. you couldn’t help it as a tear streamed down your cheek as you thought about the state of your rs. you took a long, deep breath before wiping the tear and getting up. you made the bed and headed downstairs.

“Morning, babe!” you exclaimed. A bright smile plastered onto your face, as if you hadnt been crying a second ago. You were greeted with barely a smile as he nodded, looking down at his phone. “So whats the agenda for today? Date night’s tonight right? Make sure youre back by 10!” you reminded, praying he hadn’t forgotten about it. You saw his brows furrow as he looked up at you slowly. You knew you weren’t going to like his response. “Shoot, i’m so sorry babe. I made plans with the boys and i dont think theyd like it if i cancelled.” he said blankly. Not a single hint of sorry for you. even though he said it, you knew he didnt mean it. You could feel your heart crack. A straight line down the middle. This was the 5th time he’d cancel consecutively. It’s like you didnt matter to him anymore. You had to say something.

“Cant cancel on the boys. But of course you can cancel on me. Do i even matter to you, Mase?” you asked, genuinely but with a laugh. You didnt want to show how much it hurt you. “Dont start y/n-“ you quickly interrupted him, “Dont, start what Mason? Now i cant even talk to you without it turning into an argument? Answer me, Mase? Do i matter to you?”

“What dumb question is that, y/n/n? You’re my girlfriend, of course you matter? And you’re the one screaming! All i wanted to say was that i’d rather be with the boys-“ Silence. Both of you now staring into each other’s eyes. He knew he fucked up. “Y/n. I didnt mean it that way. Im sorry okay?” he quickly broke the silence as he saw you try to hold back your tears. But failed and it felt as if the whole ocean was pouring out of your eyes as you wiped them away. “You walked up the stairs quickly, hoping he’d follow you, but he didnt. instead, he just picked up his phone and acted as if nothing had happened.

As you sat on the edge of the bed in your shared bedroom, his words kept replaying in your mind. What changed? He was head over heels for you in the beginning of the relationship. Treating you like a princess. Never hurting you and always making sure you were happy. Was he cheating on you? You hated yourself for thinking that of him but what else could you do? You took the hint that he didn’t want to be with you at that moment and quickly packed your essentials into your handbag and grabbed your keys. There was only one person that could help you. Declan. He was both yours and masons bestfriend. But, you knew for a fact that he wouldn’t be with Mason that night because Mason was supposedly hanging out with his other gang. Outside football. You’ve never even met them. For all you knew, “the boys” could have been code for some chick he was shagging behind your back.

You finished packing, sneaking in one of Masons tshirts, not knowing how long youd be away from him. Obviously you would miss him. You pace down the stairs and head towards the front door. “Where you headed, Pie?” he asked innocently. You cringed at his use of your nickname- Pie. He called you that because on your first date, you shared a slice of pumpkin pie at the cafe you two met. “Out.” you replied bluntly, grabbing your car keys. The door slammed behind you as you got into your car, and drived quickly towards dec’s.

“Y/n! I missed you!” you were greeted by a certain someone, with a pair of green eyes and a smile as bright as the sun. You two began catching up with each other on his living room couch.

“How’s Mason? Havent seen him in ages!” suddenly your smile disappeared. Every week without fail, mason claimed to be meeting up with declan. So who was he meeting instead? Why did he lie? Your train of thought was quickly stopped when dec tapped your shoulder lightly. You asked him about it. Confused.

“You sure he said he was meeting me? Havent spoke to him around 2 months? Yeah i think so” you began putting the pieces together. tears started dripping down your beautiful y/e/c eyes. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, y/n/n?” declan asked as his thumb swiped your falling tear. “i-i-is he cheating on me, Dec? Am i not enough?” you asked, your voice trembling. “What? Of course you’re enough, y/n. You’re more than enough. Don’t ever doubt that.” he pulled you closer as you rest your head on his chest. One of his hands across you chest and another supporting your neck. He chose not to say anything involving Mason because he himself didnt know anything about his situation.

The two of you eventually fell asleep on the couch. You were the first to go after crying everything out. And declan, afraid to move, he also dozed off. you reach for your phone and opened it. Hundreds of messages and notifications. From your friends, instagram, twitter and what interested you most, from mason. One voicemail and 5 missed calls. You clicked open the voicemail and listened.

“Look y/n. Im sure you’ve seen the articles. Where are you? I’ll meet you there and we can talk about it.” you furrowed your brows, confused. So you clicked on y/bsf/n’s message, with a link attached to it. The text below it read, “Im so sorry babe. Call me soon. Im here for you.” Your heart beat growing faster and faster and eventually felt like it was beating at a pace of 1000miles an hour.

“FOOTBALL STAR, MASON MOUNT SEEN WITH ANOTHER GIRL AFTER BREAKUP WITH FORMER LOVER, Y/N” the headline read. what. the. actual. fuck. You sobbed silently for the 4th time that day. and the day was not even half over. But declan quickly woke up to the feeling of tears wetting his tight fit grey t shirt. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Im sure he’s not cheating. We dont even know the fully stor-“ he stopped as he saw the article through your phone screen. “Oh, y/n. Im sorry.” he could only say so much. he knew you were feeling completely shit. If only he could, he wouldve punched the shit out off mason. but he knew it would only make things worse.

———————

A few days passed since then. You were still staying at declans. Every few hours, he would knock on the door offering a glass of water, food or a talk. To which you would decline until he had enough of your stubbornness. “y/n, youre drinking this, then eating this. and im not taking no for an answer.” he said putting a glass of warm water and a bowl of takeout from when he went out earlier on the bedside table. You wiped your remainder tears off your pale cheeks with your hoodie sleeve. and taking a sip of the water before putting it down. “He was my everything, Dec. Why wasn’t i, his? w-wh-what was lacking? am i not pretty enough o-o-or was i not sexy enough? was i not good enough?” you stuttered. you were genuinely confused. all those things he said about you. were they lies? did he mean it? “i wore my makeup the way he liked it. i did everything to make him love me. ever since the day we met, i remember the exact way he liked his coffee. but it wasn’t good enough. the second he found someone more interesting, he left me. did he even love me, dec?” “y/n, of course he did. i still remember the day he met you, he was telling me about your gorgeous eyes, perfect smile, soft hair and the way you laughed. he was in love with you. im sure he still is. Get some rest, y/n. I dont like seeing you like this. and eat up.” he pecked a kiss on ur forehead before leaving the room. declan always understood you. but no matter how much comforting anyone was able to give, you were still hurt. you still cried every minute of the day. only pretending to stop whenever declan checked in on you. the cycle continued. —————-

you heard a knock on the bedroom door.

“im alright declan, it’s okay.” you said, sniffling. it was obvious by the strain of your voice that you weren’t in fact alright. suddenly the door opened. “y/n.” you heard a familiar voice. it wasn’t dec’s.

“what are you doing here? get the fuck out mason. i dont need your explanation. i don’t wanna see you.” you mustered up whatever energy you had in you to say that as you used your hoodie sleeves to wipe your tears again. “my t shirt in your hands says otherwise.” fuck. you were clutching onto the t shirt u snuck into your bag. not anymore as you threw it towards him and it landed on the floor in front of him. “now get out” you ordered again. “i just wanna talk y/n-“ “about what exactly mason? about how you’ve been shagging some blonde chick behind my back. 5 years of my loyalty, my love, ME and so much more wasnt enough for you to stay? you just meet some random slut and leave?” “dont call her a slut y/n. she has a name.” he said sternly. you rolled your eyes and let out a laugh. you were hurt. deeply. “get out mase. i cant be assed talking to you” listen y/n. can we just talk it out like mature adults.” he negotiated. you hated how he was playing the good guy at that moment. and your heart hurt more and more at each of his words. you realised he wasnt there to fix your relationship. he wanted to clear his name. “yeah. because mature adults cheat on the people whos madly in love with them. mature adults lie. i assume you’re only here so you’d stop getting backlash right? because people are hating on you for being a cheater?” you asked rhetorically. you didnt want him to see the other side of you. the one declan had to live with for the week. “you’re one to talk, y/n” mason spoke again. “what are you doing in declans bedroom anyway? seems like you’re comfortable. it’s obviously not your first time here” how dare he. how dare he assume that of you. “what the fuck is wrong with you mason. just fuck off. declans my friend and he was there all the times you weren’t. all the times you were busy in some hotel fucking how many other girls. what exactly do you want from me. i meant nothing to you. everything you said were just lies.” you couldn’t help your tears now. you were basically sobbing. mason just stood there. watching. “Pie, dont cry love. Please dont.” he started walking towards you. “dont call me that mason. you dont mean it. im not your love and neither do i go by pie. please mason.” your tone was lower now. you were basically whispering, your voice breaking. he swiped your tears. “im sorry y/n. you don’t deserve this.”

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[elmatadorisgay]

My ship in 5 minutes; Bravertz

I didn't get an ask but I wanted to do the questions for Bravertz in hope it will help my struggle to write the fic for them.

If anyone wants to hear my answers regarding what I wrote in fics and hcs for players/a ship for these questions about another ship I have the original post linked at the bottom

Who takes care of the house more?

If they lived together it would probably be pretty equal but more leaning towards Kai just because he stays home more often than Julian but only slightly.

2. If they could would they want kids?

Julian in my hcs isn't very enthused by kids, he's pretty content just being an uncle and letting his brothers raise kids. If anything maybe just one to appease Kai. Other than that both are fine having just the dogs.

3. What are some hobbies they do together?

For one video games 100%, they have literally streamed playing games together so its definitely something they share. Walking the dogs as well. Julian definitely drags Kai to watch one piece with him but Kai doesn't mind that much.

4. Their main love language?

Definitely touch by the amount of gifs and videos I've seen where they interact. The body language between them is INSANE. It feels like they can't keep their hands off each other, but also spending time and words of affection.

5. How did they become a couple?

It happened in a pretty natural friends to lovers sort of way. I feel like before they got together they were only getting closer and closer when they were at Leverkusen together until one night when they hung out Julian just went for it and confessed his love for Kai. I'd like to write the fic explaining it fully some day but idk if I'd be able to execute it properly :(

6. Who confessed to the other? Julian. Kai at the time of the confessing was far too shy and nervous to even consider confessing his feelings for Julian. He would've taken it to the grave if Julian hadn't confessed LMAO

7. What are both of their sexualities?

Julian is bisexual, Kai is gay.

8. Specific things they do for each other? When they are together in the National Team they save seats for each other so they're always sat next to each other. Along with that they always consider each other when they're together before going to hang out with their friends/family. Every time they can see each other during the club season for a game they try to arrange a date or just some time to hang out to make up for all the time they're apart.

9. Who in their circle knows about the relationship?

their football dads Marco and Mario, basically their entire close friend group, for Kai that would be Mason, Christian, Ben, Declan etc. and for Julian that would be Nico, Marco, his brother Jannis, basically everyone at BVB

10. Any past relationships either of them had?

Julian is definitely Kai's first everything. For Julian Im not sure tbh, maybe he's had some crushes and like one fling with someone else before he and Kai became friends.

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[clotpolesonly]

if you'd want to share your expansion of the declinsky fic idea I'd eat it up!!!

OKAY IF YOU INSIST

continuation of this idea which was already quite long on its own lmao (tw again for abuse aldfkjg)

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so we left off with Ronan having stormed the underground boxing ring to find out what the fuck is going on with his brother and Kavinsky, Declan having a whole-ass meltdown, and Ronan coming to the conclusion that his brother is being victimized and needs help.

which would be all well and good, if Declan had actually come to that conclusion and wanted help. alas, this is Declan Lynch we're talking about. he's still clinging to the idea that he has some amount of power in this situation. and he is not big on that whole "admitting weakness or showing vulnerability where other people can see it" thing. nothing more humiliating. he needs to regain some of his fucking dignity.

thusly, in the morning, Ronan finds that Declan's changed his tune. he downplays it all. he had a bad night. but, obviously, he's fine. it's not that bad.

convincing someone to leave an abusive relationship isn't always a linear process, and it's certainly not an easy one. he's acknowledged that it's toxic as fuck, and he's not walking that back, but it's certainly not anything he needs his little brother to rescue him from. he can handle his own relationship.

Ronan gets whiplash 😂 feels like he's going crazy. after all that shit last night? the crying and panicking?? everything he said???

"oh, now you take my word as gospel? what happened to Declan Is A Liar"?

"what, you're saying you lied about Kavinsky abusing you?"

"i never said he was"

Declan has gone way past his quota for sharing his emotions in the last 12 hours, he is DONE with letting people in or being honest with them (or himself). walls have gone up. and he's real good at being a condescending shitbag when he wants to be. he laughs at the idea of Ronan being qualified to give him relationship advice, as if Ronan's ever gotten anyone to like him enough to get any experience in that area.

and on some level, Ronan knows what he's doing and that he's doing it on purpose. lord knows he does the same thing when he's feeling defensive. but that doesn't make him any less reactive to the button-pushing.

he yells back that if Declan really wants to let K slap him around, then fine, don't come crying to him about it again.

Declan does go back to Kavinsky. he's got a match. and when he does, K is.....not nice. he could never pull off nice, and Declan would never expect it of him. but he's better. he lets Declan snap at him and doesn't snap back. he kisses Declan more gently than he usually does. he even talks bad about Ronan for once. (last he saw, Ronan was attacking and blaming Declan, which is exactly what he was hoping for. to sow chaos, drive a wedge between them, make things fun and interesting.)

his version of lovebombing is basically just not being a shithead, and it works because the bar is set so so low 🙃 it's not like Declan thinks they're in love or anything. he knows that's not what this is or will ever be. he knows he should be walking away, mutual toxicity or abuse, but it's easy to let himself be talked into forgetting that when Kavinsky says and does all the right things to make him feel like what he'd said to Ronan was true:

it's really not that bad. he doesn't know what he was freaking out over.

Ronan, for his part, is fucking pissed at Declan. but he also can't forget everything. no matter what Declan claims, he was fucking scared last night. Ronan can't forget what he said about being lonely and desperate and putting up with shit treatment because he didn't have anyone else. even if Declan is an asshole, that shit's fucked up and not okay.

the only reason Ronan wasn't going straight out to beat Kavinsky's ass into the ground was because Declan asked him not to, but now he's mad at Declan, so fuck it!!!

he's all riled up and pissed off and needs to do something, and kicking the shit out of Kavinsky is a pretty appealing option. problem is, K runs with a crew and is rarely alone. so Ronan alone doesn't pose all that much of a threat, no matter how good a fighter he is, and all Kavinsky does is laugh through a mouthful of blood and taunt him about how much Declan is gagging for his dick.

"you wanna hear about how he begs for me to fuck him? he's real fucking pretty when he begs. i bet i can get him to call me daddy soon."

so that confrontation goes. badly.

Ronan has to cut his losses when Kavinsky's buddies jump in to fight too, and it didn't actually accomplish anything besides giving Ronan some very distressing mental images. he falls back to lick his wounds, but not before declaring that he's not gonna race with Kavinsky anymore. with what K is doing to his brother, he's fucking done.

he's made that claim before and it's never come to anything, but this is different. this time he means it. he doesn't fuck around when it comes to family. he's not coming back.

Kavinsky is not happy about that. and who is he gonna take his frustrations out on? Declan just haaaad to go run his fucking mouth, didn't he.

it's one of those encounters that makes it reeeaaally hard for Declan to rationalize how this is not outright abuse. like most unpleasant escalations in their relationship, it's probably at least sex-adjacent. Declan's a trained and experienced fighter, he really could kick Kavinsky's ass in an outright fight, but dub-con edging into non-con is a very different thing to handle. Kavinsky putting his mouth to better use, one might say 🙃 not that much rougher, necessarily, than what they usually do, but with far more anger behind it. it feels very, very different.

but it's not abuse. and, therefore, if Kavinsky is not abusing him, then he must have done something to earn this. only he didn't do it this time.

Declan told him not to step up to K. Ronan did it anyway, and look what happens.

when Ronan comes around to his place because he won't answer his fucking phone, Declan's got fingerprint bruises on his neck and a spectacular black eye and he tells Ronan in no uncertain terms that this is his fault. that if he had just left well enough alone, like Declan fucking told him to, everything would've been FINE.

slams the door in his face.

locks it.

doesn't show up to mass that week.

Ronan's at a complete loss. how are you supposed to help someone who doesn't want to be helped? and how, when going after the person hurting him only makes things worse? what is he supposed to do??

Matthew is getting worried by now too. Declan's bruises aren't the kind that can be hidden or explained anyway by walking into door jambs anymore, and he's been acting weird enough for even Matthew to pick up on the fact that he's being lied to. Matthew calls Ronan, like "is Declan......okay? 😥"

which, obviously, he is not. but Ronan isn't sure he wants to tell Matthew that. doesn't wanna lie to him, doesn't wanna burden him. but in the end, they're all brothers, and Matthew has as much right to know that Declan isn't okay as he does.

and, he thinks, maybe Matthew can get through to Declan where he's failed to! weaponize those big sad concerned puppy dog eyes! problem is, Declan knows immediately that Ronan put him up to it, and now he's lashing out at Matthew too, which he's never done before.

Kavinsky's operation is getting more attention. that means more and better competitors. higher odds, higher profits.

Declan has never lost a match.

but he's been fighting so much for so long, he's exhausted and he never has a chance to recover from any of his injuries. not to mention, ya know, Kavinsky, who never feels the need to retreat once he's pushed (or crossed) a boundary. plus the general emotional strain of trying to convince himself that he's okay and handling this.

exhausted, always in pain, pissed at Ronan, guilty for having yelled at Matthew, teachers getting concerned because his grades are slipping.

Declan doesn't lose a match.

but he gets close.

Kavinsky is.............displeased. and suddenly Declan's position as his favorite prize fighter is in jeopardy, and Kavinsky makes it very clear that he will drop Declan the second he disappoints him.

this is, unfortunately, when Ronan shows up at the ring again.

every other attempt to contact Declan has failed. he won't answer his fucking phone, he's stopped coming to mass, he's evaded all of Ronan's attempts to find him at school, he'll barely even talk to Matthew, and he hasn't been home when Ronan's gone looking there, so this is the only thing he's got left to try.

at this point, he just wants to see Declan. is it too much to ask to fucking see him and make sure he's fucking ALIVE and in one piece?? he can't get the image of Declan with fingerprint bruises on his throat out of his mind. he knows better than anyone how fucking volatile Kavinsky can be. if the only way to check on Declan is to go back into the metaphorical belly of the beast, then so be it.

only Declan won't look at him, and K won't let him get close to try and talk. "big brother's got his game face on, can't have any distractions." clearly relishing Ronan's concern and frustration. that he's got something to hold over Ronan's head. "all that power," he croons, "and i get to take him. all because you didn't wanna play."

it's impulsive, Ronan saying that maybe he wants to play now. but it catches Kavinsky off guard which is not easy to do.

"you've been trying to get me to fight for you for ages. what, you don't want me anymore?"

"oh, i want you. baby, i always want you."

leering in a way that would've squicked Ronan out even before, now that Ronan knows what Kavinsky has done to his brother?? makes his fucking skin crawl. but needs must.

Declan, on the other hand, is furious. everything else aside, this, the fights, the ring -- it's his. this is where he has value, where he's the best. he's carved out a place for himself where it feels like he matters for once. he is not ABOUT to let Ronan show him up, here of all places, absolutely the fuck not. especially not with the warning from Kavinsky so fresh.

how much of his life has he spent playing second fiddle to Ronan? how quickly will Kavinsky drop him if he stops being the best? (what will happen to him when Kavinsky gets tired of him?)

if Ronan wants to fight, and Kavinsky wants to let him, then fuck it. Declan's gonna win this fight if it kills him.

by the time they get in the ring, Ronan is very much doubting his life choices here, but he's in too deep to back out and maybe he can get some words in edgewise during the match. it's not like he's never boxed with Declan before. they grew up doing this! this should be old hat.

but it's not like any of those matches. this is Declan pacing like a caged tiger, covered in a patchwork of fresh and half-healed bruises, looking like he's ready to rip Ronan's throat out. he doesn't fucking hesitate when the bell sounds. he definitely doesn't like Ronan get a word in. his technique is sloppy (the exhaustion is really catching up to him, and he's letting his anger drive him more than is wise), but he's out for blood. and there's a reason that Declan is undefeated.

Ronan, fresh and uninjured, is pretty sure he could win this match if he really wanted to.........but that's not the point. he didn't come here to win, he came for his brother's sake, and with the way Kavinsky is watching them, the way Declan is fighting like his life depends on it, the way he looks for Kavinsky's approval in every break......

Ronan throws the fight.

it doesn't take much, they're pretty evenly matched on a good day, all he has to do is pull back a tiny bit and Declan lays him out flat.

undefeated.

the crowd goes wild, everyone is cheering, Declan's got a gloved hand raised in triumph. K goes to him, like he always does at the end of a match, taking him by the shoulders, crowing.

usually, that's it. Kavinsky isn't much about propriety, tbh, but he's been pretty okay with keeping their fooling around to themselves, as is certainly Declan's preference. there are other algionby students in the crowd. there are potential future business associates. people Declan doesn't necessarily want to come out to and definitely doesn't want to wave his dirty laundry under the nose of.

but Ronan is watching.

so Kavinsky kisses Declan, right there in the ring, in front of the roaring crowd. because what Declan wants doesn't really matter when stacked up against the opportunity to stake his claim with Ronan there to witness it.

Ronan finds Declan in the warehouse's makeshift locker room after and tries talking to him again. tries to explain that he didn't actually come here to fight. he still wants to help him get out of this.

"don't come crying to me" definitely gets brought up, but Declan is also still insistent (maybe even more so now, sunk cost fallacy and whatnot) that he doesn't need help anyway, and where does Ronan get off pulling a stunt like this anyway?? fuck him.

"that kiss, then, in front of everyone. you're saying you wanted that? that wasn't a problem?"

"i'm saying it's none of your fucking business who i kiss, when, or where."

Kavinsky finds them. riled up from the fight, the victory, the successful shit-stirring and the goddamn DRAMA of it all. his hands on Declan's hips, kissing his neck. making eye contact with Ronan over his shoulder the whole time. "you staying for the rest of the show?"

Declan tries to push him off, to get him to stop, but resisting never does him much good when K's in this mood anyway, and he's not gonna make a fucking scene about it in front of Ronan. he's not gonna risk pissing K off and making it worse.

every instinct Ronan has is screaming at him to attack, but he remembers the bruises on Declan's throat, the door closing in his face, "this is your fault".

he looks away and keeps his mouth shut.

Kavinsky doesn't push it too far, just far enough to make his point, to feel like he's got both Lynches under his control. he leaves them alone again, promises Declan he'll be back in a few minutes so leave the motor running.

all Ronan says is "you deserve better than this."

Declan feels like punching him again. the night has been one humiliation after another. winning felt good, for a minute, like it always does, but it's ever-diminishing returns. Ronan's concern, his pity, reminds Declan of just how much it's not enough. he's tired, and angry, and ashamed. Kavinsky just pushed another one of his boundaries (a big one), and he's gonna come back wanting sex, which Declan is not in the mood for, and basically everything is fucking terrible.

he tells Kavinsky no.

he lets Ronan leave without comment, and he tries to make himself give Kavinsky what he wants, but he's so worked up and angry that all of it comes out in K's direction. all his suppressed anxiety and the conflicted feelings Ronan brought up in him vented into an argument about that public kiss.

Kavinsky was in such a good mood, but not anymore. he's really real tired of Declan's fucking attitude, thinking he can run his mouth off like this when K has been gracious enough to provide him with all this money and acclaim. where's his goddamn gratitude?

clearly, he needs to be reminded of his place. Kavinsky is not gentle about making his point, even if it'll knock Declan out of the ring for a while. and when he's finished, Declan, for the first time in a long time, calls Ronan.

he says the magic words.

"i need help."

Ronan may be pissed, but he picks up, and he turns the car around. Declan's right where he left him, only significantly bloodier.

Declan bitter and ashamed, letting Ronan half-carry him to the car: "finally got what you wanted, huh?"

Ronan, really wishing they were not back in this position, right where they were weeks ago, only worse: "Deklo, this is not what i wanted."

but it may be the breaking point that's needed for Declan to really and truly accept the position he's in. denial can hold up to a lot, especially for someone as proud and stubborn as a Lynch, but everyone has a limit. Ronan, at least, sure fucking hopes this is that limit.

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.......aaaand that's installment 2 😂😂😂 i continue to muse on it and let it play out in my brain like a very self-indulgent movie. how to get Declan out from under Kavinsky's thumb when Kavinsky has no real conscience and is a dreamer to whom the law is really more of a gentle suggestion than a real threat?? idk, i'll figure it out sometime lmao, i'm just here for the hurt/comfort

hope you enjoy it lmao

#and the answer is #Anonymous #Declinsky #Declan Lynch #Ronan Lynch #Kavinsky #TRC #fics by me #abuse tw

[dollopheadsandclotpoles]

tell me about Declan Dinner 👀

Ok sooo I wrote a TRC fic a few years ago called 'I Don't Wanna Know About Your New Man' which was a pynch AU where Ronan asks Blue to fake date him because he wants to hide his sexuality from Declan. Meanwhile, Adam has a crush on Blue and so decides to befriend Ronan to try to get him and Blue to "break up."

So one of the things I added in that fic was that Declan had a rule that whenever one of the brothers is dating someone, they have to bring that someone over for dinner so Declan can meet them.

The very last scene of the fic was Adam and Ronan going to meet Declan for dinner, but I ended it by sort of just implying they go for the dinner without actually writing out the dinner scene because I didn't think it was needed. But a lot of people commented saying they wished they could see how that dinner went, so I thought I'd write it out and publish it as like... a short companion piece to the fic.

I did actually write the whole thing out, but the thing is, I don't really think it stands that well on its own? Or at least... I keep feeling like something is missing from it. So I have kept it in my WIPs folder for when inspiration strikes and I can figure out what's not working with it/why I'm not totally happy with it just yet.

But here's an excerpt!

“Hi,” he said. He stretched out a hand. “It’s nice to meet you… finally. Again. Sort of.” 

Declan could hear an accent on his words that he’d never heard when he’d talked to the boy on the phone. He shook his hand, and then turned to Ronan. Ronan gave him a gruff grunt, but when Adam and Matthew turned to walk towards the restaurant, he bumped his shoulder into Declan’s. It was a gentle, familiar gesture and Declan recognised it for the affectionate greeting that it was. He smiled at Ronan. 

“I hope he’s not one of those people that orders everything off the menu just because someone else is paying for it,” Declan said, lightly. 

“He’s the complete opposite of that,” Ronan said. “He probably won’t even let you pay for him. Buying him a cup of coffee is like starting World War Three.” 

There was affection in Ronan’s voice when he said this. Declan wondered if he was aware it was there, or whether it was leaking out into the words without Ronan realising it. 

“He’s cute,” Declan observed. 

“Gross,” Ronan said, but he ducked his head and didn’t look at Declan until they were seated at the table Declan had reserved. 

He was cute - all large blue eyes and small elegant nose sprinkled with freckles. He wasn’t blatantly attractive like Gansey was, but there was something singularly interesting about his amalgamation of features - the sandy brown hair, the high cheekbones, the boyish frown he wore. He wore it now, as he looked down at the menu, jaw stiffened in concentration, and Declan told him not to worry about the price. This might not have been the right thing to say, because he received a narrow eyed look from Adam and a shove under the table from Ronan. 

“The spaghetti bolognese is really good here, Adam,” Matthew told him, and the tension in the curve of Adam’s lips immediately relaxed into a smile. It was a small smile, gentle and warm and it immediately settled something in Declan’s chest. 

It wasn’t hard to like Matthew - in their childhood, Declan had tried to hate him and failed miserably - but some people treated him with pity and some with condescension. Adam didn’t look at Matthew like he was stupid or something in need of protection, and Declan liked that. He liked it a lot. 

“Adam,” Declan said, and he tried to hide his smirk when Ronan shot him a threatening glare. The interrogation was all for Ronan’s benefit, really. Declan himself was quite good at getting people to reveal information about themselves without them knowing he was doing it, but truth be told, he quite enjoyed watching Ronan squirm with embarrassment. “Tell me about yourself.” 

#clotpolesonly #sorry for the saga hahaha this one comes with a backstory XD #my writing #new man #The Raven Cycle #Pynch #trc

[kelliealtogether]

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Thanks, friend! 🥰

I'm really into time travel stuff, so naturally, I have daydreamed many, many times about writing a time travel fic that essentially steals the plot of Yesterday Is History by Kosoko Jackson. It's got a little bit of Adansey, but (as always) the end game is Pynch. This is long, so I'll throw it behind the cut:

Adam is grad student at Georgetown, living with Blue in an unreasonably and suspiciously cheap basement apartment in Georgetown. Everything is going swell, then he starts getting stomach pains. In typical Adam Parrish fashion, he just deals with it and doesn't get it checked out until, one day, he collapses on campus. Turns out the stomach pain was a sign of something bad (in the book, it's cancer, but daydream fic is unclear), and he needs a liver transplant. Miraculously, he gets one. Like crazy stupid fast, faster than anyone has ever gotten a transplant before kinda fast.

He's recovering well, then one day, he's hanging out on his and Blue’s patio and starts nodding off, only to be woken up by a thunderstorm. Except it was a bright sunny day without a cloud in the sky. So Adam is all, "DC weather 🙄" and starts heading inside, but the door into their apartment is locked, and Adam hadn't locked it. He knocks on the door, thinking Blue accidentally locked it, but it's not Blue who comes to the door. It's Gansey. And it's not 2023 or whenever the present day would be. It's 1962.

Adam had somehow unknowingly traveled back in time.

So Gansey lets Adam in out of the rain because the apartment he and Blue share is in what used to be the Gansey family mansion and, in typical Gansey fashion, is incredibly curious about Adam, and Adam is curious about Gansey. They talk for a while, hit it off a bit, then Adam starts stressing out about how he's going to get back to his time, and that's what triggers him going back.

So Adam starts popping back to Gansey in 1962 whenever he gets a little stressed out, they become friends, yadda yadda. Then one day there's a knock on the door of the unreasonably and suspiciously cheap Georgetown apartment, and it's Declan Lynch.

Turns out...

The Lynches have a genetic disposition toward time travel (that Declan of course doesn't himself have 🥺), and that liver Adam got? It was Matthew's (sorry 😭😭). Adam obviously has evidence this time travel thing is real, but he's like, "No, sorry. Don't want anything to do with you. Bye." Until Declan says his other younger brother can teach Adam how to manage it.

Enter Ronan.

They h. a. t. e. each other at first. Ronan's a shitty teacher and Adam is stubborn as hell and they butt heads. So Adam starts escaping to Gansey more, but then he starts getting pain in his stomach again. Turns out, he can't keep popping back and forth in time, because it's only one part of his body that let's him do it, not his whole body (which can spread out the shock of time travel more or something? Don't ask.)

But as much as they initially dislike one another, eventually Adam and Ronan kind of get into a groove with the whole time travel teaching thing, and they start liking each other a little. Then a little more. Then a little more. But Adam is still going back to Gansey, because he likes Gansey, too.

Ultimately, the whole time travel thing begins really wrecking his body, so Adam has to stop traveling. He has an ultimatum: go back to Gansey and never see Ronan again, or continue in his present with Ronan and never see Gansey again.

Adam chooses Ronan. He's really beat up about leaving Gansey back in the 60s because Gansey made him happy and he made Gansey happy, but Adam gets over it.

TURNS OUT...

The reason why the Georgetown basement apartment is so unreasonably and suspiciously cheap?

Adam and Blue’s landlord is one Mr. Henry Cheng. Gansey found him in his time, they fell in love, Gansey told Henry all about Adam, and when Gansey passed (sorry again 😭😭), he made Henry promise to turn the Gansey family mansion into apartments and put the listing for the basement apartment up when Adam would be looking for a place to live. (Gansey writes this really sappy letter to Adam that Henry gives to him and its all a big fluffy mess about how much Gansey appreciated his time with Adam, and that Adam shouldn't worry about him because he found Henry and they were very happy blah blah blah.)

And, in the present time, Adam and Ronan live happily ever after. The end.

That was so long, sorry! But yeah, this is one I daydream about a lot and will probably never write. 😌

[myloveforhergoeson]

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

roxy's music tastes i feel is p clearly defined throughout the fic. i dont remember if you talked about her dad's and if maybe that influenced it? would also love to know ur thoughts on the rest of the cast's music tastes pre-btr

imo i feel like even tho the series is based on a musical group, theres not much music based storylines? so its rly fun to read more of the music side of things with roxy <3

RAHHHHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING... i spend a lot of time thinking about roxy's musical interest but i don't spend much about the rest of the cast aside from a few offhanded mentions here and there. this was a challenge to put together but it was so fun! <3

the main thing i want to mention before i dive into oc music taste is the presence of music surrounding my story! every chapter title, song mentioned, musical influence etc i'm trying to keep within the timeframe + past in which the story takes place. as someone who was not really aware of popular radio in 2009, this is a very fun challenge for me.

Here is the fic playlist if anyone is interested!

It features the song where I got the title of the fic first, then the chapter titles! (and a sneak peak of the next few titles of unreleased chapters <3) These songs aren't meant to reflect anything onto the characters, it's basically just my own music taste fitting the chapters.

Now into the real question... Musical notes! Please find everything under the cut for Rox, her dad, the boys, Jo, and Camille :)

Roxy

what type of music does your oc like? Like you said, her music taste is pretty clearly defined! She's into just a bit of everything, though prefers pop and rock music above all else. Since she worked at a radio station, she was lucky enough to have access to all sorts of music, and when the station went digital, the owner let her keep all of the ancient cassette tapes they used to store everything on! Through combing through these albums from across many generations, she's been able to cultivate what she's into on her own, though her biggest musical influence is definitely her dad! If he wasn't into punk/rock she wouldn't be either. do they listen to music very often? Yes! I don't show this too often in my fic, but I think she listens to music a lot because she prefers it to silence - especially when she's alone in her apartment. What she listens to depends on her mood, and she has a bunch of different mix tapes she's made/she's found to match. So one of those could be on, one of her favorite albums could be on, or she could just pull her iPod out and put that little thing on shuffle to let the machine decide... Endless possibility! musical things this character has mentioned/is observed liking: - James - The Fray - The Pussycat Dolls - Boyquake (in universe boy band) - Taylor Swift - Green Day - Jonas Brothers - Jordin Sparks - Dak Zevon (look out girl!) - Oasis - NSYNC - Kelly Clarkson - Lady Gaga - Nirvana - Big Time Rush :) Special side note: No bearing on anything above here, but if 5 Seconds of Summer were around during the timeframe of this story they would 100000% be her favorite band. They're the perfect blend of everything she loves music-wise, wrapped up in a four hot boy package. I'm incapable of listening to their music without going 'omg this is so her'

2. Declan Somerset

what type of music does your oc like? Declan is a rock/punk/metal kinda guy but specifically the sub-genre of these types of music that culminate into local gigs at shit dive bars and basement shows. As a youngin he stumbled into a basement show with some of his friends (soon to be bandmates) and just loved the atmosphere so much he roped his friends into making their own band so they could be active participants in their community. He's the kinda guy to be like "oh, yeah, i like this band, they're super underground idk if you know them" but like... he's right. No one else in Minnesota is listening to Rainbow Sludge Baby Guts Explosion or Sexy Fishing Rod Brigade or whatever that band he saw last night was called. For him, it's not so much about the actual music, but the community surrounding it, but he would love to hit the stage and shred again if someone let him! do they listen to music very often? When Roxy was home, he would listen to whatever she had on! Her music listening habits didn't change from Minnesota to California, so whatever she put on was just background to him. Now that she's gone, he finds the house is a lot more quiet than it used to be. The only time he really finds himself listening to music is if he's at a show or if he's playing it himself. musical things this character has mentioned/is observed liking: - Nothing concrete yet! Perhaps will be expanded on in future chapters <3

3. Carlos

what type of music does your oc like? Very briefly mentioned in chapter 18 but Carlos is a big fan of Latin music, show tunes, and hip hop! I imagine growing up in a household with three generations of Hispanic individuals really helped cultivate his taste in this way. I personally do not know much about Latin music, show tunes, or hip hop music, but I imagined while they were on the plane he had Roxy listen to a lot of Selena because he though she specifically would like her music a lot. Homie was bumping El Chico Del Apartemento 512 so hard trying to get her to vibe with it while she was like half conscious and trying to not get sick lmaoo. As for hip hop, I think that was something he discovered for himself once he entered high school. Artists like Jay-Z, Eminem, 50 Cent amaze him with how they're able to get their point across and he likes to try and learn the words as a challenge (though he is not very good at it) and he also likes to make up his own dances. It's also good hockey hype music, he likes to listen to it before games. And show tunes... I truly know nothing about musicals so I cannot speak to specifics but he likes them because (in my unposted james POV chapter which will come out eventually) he used to try out for school musicals a lot. He likes the flare and the dramatics! do they listen to music very often? Back home, yes, before hockey games, before auditions, around his house, but now that music is literally his entire life he finds he's getting that fix at work and doesn't really need to listen to it on his own anymore. musical things this character has mentioned/is observed liking: - Green Day - Taylor Swift (because i said so!!!) - The Pussycat Dolls - Big Time Rush - Jordin Sparks (Honorarily bc they were mentioned in this post) - Selena - Jay-Z - Eminem - 50 Cent

4. Kendall

what type of music does your oc like? </3 His ass is so boring his only taste in music is what's on the radio. Though... his performance of Girl 2 My Heart in the first ep of the show makes me believe he actually liked some of the 90s boy band stuff! There is hope yet. Also, not in the story, but I think after his and Roxy's little scene in the fourth chapter he listened to some Oasis and was like "what the fuck. no." Too jock to rock... Tragic... But his issue before BTR was that he liked music but never found anything he liked enough. do they listen to music very often? Only at work, only when he's learning a song, only when he's trying to snoop on whatever Roxy's writing. BORING! musical things this character has mentioned/is observed liking: - Big Time Rush - Boyquake (i'm calling it ok) - The Pussycat Dolls - Jordin Sparks

5. Logan

what type of music does your oc like? Oh my GOD Logan is so into rap music it isn't even funny. Everything about it is just so exciting to him! The technical composition of the beat, the eloquence of the lyrics and how they're strung perfectly together, the performance of it all, the messages... It's like a big equation to him, and he loves it! He and Carlos often bond over this, because rap is a sub-genre of hip hop if I'm not mistaken. Artists like 2Pac, Snoop Dogg, DMX... We see the vision hopefully and I apologize for not being more knowledgeable in the rap/hip hop genre to provide more than common generalizations. He also really likes instrumental music! As we saw in chapter 16, he also enjoys being in a room in which Roxy is playing either the guitar or the piano! do they listen to music very often? Yes... This man is somehow able to study and listen to music at the same time, so he'll hit his playlist and hit the books. AKA he's listening to it a lot when he's alone. And as previously mentioned, he'll also seek out Roxy to play him some instrumental tracks too. It's good for him, no silence when he studies, and good for her, she gets to practice. How considerate of him! musical things this character has mentioned/is observed liking: - Big Time Rush - The Pussycat Dolls - Jordin Sparks (Honorarily bc they were mentioned in this post) - 2Pac - Snoop Dogg - DMX

6. James

what type of music does your oc like? Oh, James... In the same vein as Kendall, he likes whatever's on the radio, but simply because that is what's popular and he himself is popular. So pop music, for sure, is his favorite genre and it's easily accessible through the radio or his phone or whatever so he's always keeping up with the latest! In addition, however, I think he really likes R&B and soul-type music as well as a by-product of living with his mother. There's a reason he chose a Smokey Robinson song to sing at his audition and not something on popular radio, right? Part of it is because he has a really smooth voice that flows right along into the R&B/Soul type genre, but also I'd say it's mostly his mom's influence. Her son should know the "classics!" Also like previously mentioned, he's big into show tunes! It's mentioned a bit in chapter 19 hehe. He's very good at convincing Carlos to try out for school musicals with him, so they practiced a bunch together after school hockey practice <3 And of course... He likes whatever Roxy plays... And wishes she'd play for him the same way she does for Logan... do they listen to music very often? I'd say his music listening is moderate... Not as much as Roxy and Logan but far more than Kendall! In Minnesota, his mom would play her music bc she's so controlling lol... So whenever he was on the way to school/friends' houses/dates/whatever he'd pop on the radio to catch up with the latest and the greatest. His show tune listening aligned with whenever musical try outs were coming up :) musical things this character has mentioned/is observed liking: - Roxy - Smokey Robinson and the Miracles - The Pussycat Dolls - Jordin Sparks - Dak Zevon (get out of there king!) - Big Time Rush

7. Jo

what type of music does your oc like? Two words: Boy bands. It's as simple as that! I'd also say this blends into mentions of popular music, but if she has a choice she's putting Backstreet on no QUESTION. That and movie soundtracks, I'd say, but only for the cheesy supernatural romances she likes. I know she's bumping the Twilight soundtrack near daily (as she damn well should be). Also, I know she's from North Carolina but she doesn't really feel like a country girl to me... idk Being friends with Roxy and dating Kendall is like her perfect musical dream. do they listen to music very often? Yes! Like Roxy, Jo doesn't really like silence. I imagine she listens to music most when she's running lines and trying to flesh out the characters she's trying out for. Once again: listening to the Twilight soundtrack while running lines for New Town High... God I love her. Beyond that, I think she's too busy being with her friends to care particularly about what's on, so she's happy to listen to the radio or pop one of her favorite CD's in! musical things this character has mentioned/is observed liking: - Big Time Rush!!! - The Beach Boys - Jonas Brothers - Dak Zevon (before chapter 1.11.5 lol) - Kelly Clarkson

8. Camille

what type of music does your oc like? I'm not going to lie to yall i've literally thought about this for hours and I just have no idea. in the show i know she was in their camp rock spoof, so maybe show tunes? but thinking about her sitting down and listening to like... Hello, Dolly! just doesn't feel like her. my best response is that she absorbs her music taste through her friends like osmosis. Jo and Roxy like boy bands? Great, now Camille does too! Logan is rocking out to Beastie Boys? Camille is excited to be a part of it. I also know that very briefly she mentions knowing how to figure skate, so maybe even like classical music? but that feels far too mellow for her... She likes Big Time Rush and that's enough for me to say she at the least enjoys pop music. What do we think gang?? do they listen to music very often? Right now I'm going to say only when she's rehearsing for a musical part! musical things this character has mentioned/is observed liking: - Big Time Rush - ???

Thanks for reading :) These are so enjoyable for me to write and I'll do my best to add these elements into my story!! <333

#thats all she wrote fic #ash talks tasw #another mountain of words i really mean it when i say thank you for reading #<333