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smusherina · 2 months

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yard work - chapter 1 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

chapter 2

Summers spent cleaning the Georges' pool, mowing their lawn, fixing up their garage door, and giving the odd oil change to one of their cars was the norm for you. Your father had made it big as a self-made entrepreneur, climbing the ladder rung by rung all the way up from rock bottom, but he had ensured your upbringing reflected his humble roots. That meant that while you never had to go hungry like he did, your allowance was minimal. Enough for school lunch and a few dollars to spare.

Doing odd jobs around the neighbourhood had been your primary means of making money for the last couple of years. The block was pretty fancy, so not everybody wanted to hire some twerp with no experience when a professional was easily available. Even so, rich folk were surprisingly stingy. You had your own equipment, didn't ask for much and had a familiar face. The Georges were your longest-standing clients. Mowing their lawn in summer and shovelling their driveway in winter had been your job since you were thirteen.

That was probably the reason why Regina kept her distance instead of ridiculing you like everybody else. You went to the same high school, Northshore, but that was pretty much it. You hung around your own (loser) ilk and she had her (cool) troupe. She had this odd little clique with Gretchen Wieners and Karen Smith. You didn't know much about the two girls and you couldn't really tell if Regina even liked them. They hung out so they had to have something in common, right? You were but an observer at the end of the day, no matter how your neighbourly vantage point gave you a glimpse into Regina's life.

You counted her ignoring you as a blessing. It would've cut deep to fall victim to her new ways. This persona wasn't that new, you had to admit, but when you'd known her since practically diapers, high school was a pretty new development. She'd never been what people would describe as sweet or nice, but this mean girl persona was on a whole other level.

To be fair, you could very well understand why Regina was the way she was. You knew Mr George. You'd sat at the same dinner table as him, had experienced first-hand how his presence weighed on his family. Especially on Regina. Your father was the same way, all sharp edges with no time for tenderness, not even- especially not for his daughter. That'd been the reason you'd gotten so close to Regina in the first place. Most of the time it was just Regina, her mom and you at their house. Mrs George left you two by yourselves a lot 'cause she had to take care of Kylie. You loved being at the Georges' house.

(Expect, of course, those select few times Mr George was also there. But that was rare. Regina didn't invite you over when he was home.)

And now it'd been reduced to this. You, fishing leaves from the pool. Regina, inside with her new friends. Mrs George, lounging on the patio with a virgin margarita, chatting with you when you rounded the pool closer to her. Kylie, probably in the sitting room dancing along to whatever they played on MTV.

You straightened from your slouched position and groaned at the ache in your back. You leaned back with your hands braced at your sides, trying to stretch out the crick.

"Mrs George?" You hollered and waved your arms in her direction.

"Yes, dear?" She brightened up, perching up in her sun bed.

"You mind if I put my headphones on while I mow the lawn?"

"Oh, sure, of course!" She waved a hand dismissively. "Remember the glasses! And once you're done why don't you have dinner with us?"

"I'll think about it, Mrs George." You smiled with thin lips, knowing you'd be turning the offer down. With that, you plugged your headphones into the Walkman at your hip and walked to the shed.

You wore the safety glasses obediently, knowing all it took to blind you was one unlucky pebble to the eye. Your dad had been sure to lecture you about workplace safety over the years, like every time you stepped foot in the shop, so at this point putting on embarrassing safety equipment was second nature.

The Georges had a big lawn. Stingy rich people, couldn't get one of those driveable mowers. You'd be pushing this cart around till nightfall, or something...

Usher's newest album blasting in your ears and the rumbling of the lawn mower muffling all background noise, you didn't notice her at first. By the time you caught sight of Regina standing on the patio stairs, looking your way, hands on her hips and a displeased frown on her lips, you feared you were too late.

You let the engine die and tugged your headphones away from your ears. "What?" You yelled across the pool.

She rolled her eyes before answering. "Mom wants you in for dinner."

"Oh," This had never happened before. Usually, Mrs George would come round to give you your payment, ask you to stay and you'd say no. She'd smile sadly and say "Maybe next time, sweetie".

"She made casserole," Regina said, inspecting her nails. What was for dinner was definitely not the reason for your hesitation.

"Uh, I don't wanna intrude-"

"You wouldn't have been invited if it was an intrusion, idiot." She cut in sharply. "Don't be rude." And so, she swept inside.

"Uh- I- I'll finish up as fast as I can!"

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swanimagines · 2 years

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Part 1 | Part 2 (reader is Alex's cousin who tries to free Dream after Alex ate his words about it)

Fandom: The Sandman

Pairing: Dream of the Endless/Morpheus x gn!reader (can also be read as platonic)

A/N: This is the last part of this little story c:

Word count: 560

Not even an hour from the moment you had left the basement, chaos had ensued. Everyone ran in and out of the basement, no one knowing what really had happened, why the prison was open and where the prisoner had gone, and both guards were just as clueless as the rest of them were about it. Only you had known what had happened.

Alex had went to take a nap after ten minutes of you going to sit in the living room, and you knew his sudden exhaustion was caused by Dream as you watched him walking away. Something inside you wanted to call after him, the part of you that still loved your cousin, but the other part said that he had made his choice when he ate his words about freeing Dream. Even after seeing how much his imprisonment had caused destruction and deaths, he still chose to keep him locked up because of being afraid. You knew he deserved whatever Dream had in store for him.

Fortunately nobody doubted you being the one who had freed Dream. And through the next few days, news about people finally waking up from the Sleepy Sickness just made you more confident that you'd done the right thing.

You believed you would probably never see Dream again, so it was a major surprise when he appeared at your doorstep six months later. He just smirked as you blinked at him in surprise, unable to understand how he managed to find out where you lived - you had moved out from the Burgess manor ages ago.

But then again, he was more than just a human. He probably found you through your dreams or something.

"Hello." he said, snapping you out from your trance.

"Uh... hi," you mumbled. His eyes gleamed with amusement and you stepped aside. "Please come in."

He smiled slightly before stepping into the house, closing the door behind him. Slightly awkward silence descended upon you and you gestured towards the kitchen. "Do you drink coffee? Tea? Juice?"

"I do not need anything," he replied shortly. "I came to thank you properly for what you did."

"Oh, I didn't do all that much really, I just did what I knew was right." you replied. He raised an eyebrow as if impressed by this answer.

"Yes, you did." he agreed slowly. "But I still want to reward you. You cannot even know how much you helped your world by freeing me."

You frowned, you didn't really know what you wanted. You had everything you needed, being part of the Burgess family meant you had enough money to get by without struggling the slightest. You had a good life, you didn't feel like you needed anything more. You didn't even suffer from nightmares.

"Maybe your friendship?" You finally mumbled and looked up at the man. "I don't really need anything grand, I have everything I need. But... trustful friends are a rare thing, and I'd like to stay in touch? I don't know, it sounds stupid—"

"It is nothing to worry about," he cut in. "If my friendship is really the only thing you want, you shall have it. That is the least I can do," he added with a small smile.

And you couldn't help but smile back at him, somehow knowing that this would be the start of something beautiful.

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averysmolbear · 11 months

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Just a Little Spark

CW: Nothing, really. There's so mutual pining vaguely happening. Reader is a witch, if that matters. It's mostly vaguely fluffy. It's also self ship coded as hell. It kind of flows as a part of a series of little one shots that tie together. Reader and Isaac are presumably in their early twenties in this. Oh! And it's a female reader, although I don't think there's much mentioned that would make it blatantly a female reader.

Word count: ~2.1k

Pairing: F!reader x Isaac Lahey

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Just a little note that this would take place (at least in my mind) some time after Isaac obviously left but before the (atrocious) Teen Wolf movie (where they still don't even bother to mention Isaac at all and I'm still salty about it) but since we don't know what ever happened to Isaac, I ran with the idea of him coming back to Beacon Hills for something and him meeting up with the reader who is on the road for her own reasons and there are more little parts to this whole thing that make it a friends to lovers kind of situation.

You rolled your eyes and let out a sigh as you felt Isaac Lahey hovering over your shoulder, your attention being drawn away from the book you were skimming through because of his near constant need for attention. This was becoming a regular occurrence and while you were used to it, it didn’t mean that it made it any less of an annoyance. It was hard to get much done with Isaac hanging around so close that you could almost feel his warm breath on your skin.

You could tell without looking that he was leaning closer and soon he would be close enough to rest his head on your shoulder. You knew how much he hated the research part of things so him getting this close was Isaac’s way of trying to get your attention. As you slowly turned your head to look at him, the young man backed away, a sheepish look on his face when you both locked eyes.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” Isaac raised his hands in apology and flashed a charming smile your way, knowing that it would be a good way to get out of trouble. His smile seemed to always get him out of trouble with you and he wasn’t above using that to his advantage. “Don’t yell. Please?”

You sighed louder this time, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes. You rarely yelled at him and Isaac knew it. You turned back to the book you had been thumbing through, looking for information that would help you both out of the mess you currently found yourselves in. In reality, the two of you had been entangled in mess after mess from the moment you met. Isaac had found his way to Seattle after leaving Paris, not sure he was ready to go back to Beacon Hills. He had pissed off the wrong wolf pack in the area not long after arriving in Seattle. You, a young witch, had taken it upon yourself to take Isaac in to keep him safe.

That hadn’t gone as well as you would have liked but now Isaac had someone watching his back, which was something he had needed. You both made it away from the pack Isaac had upset, although that wasn’t the end of your troubles. He was going to continue to need someone to watch his back because while he said he had a pack, they were in Beacon Hills and he wasn’t. Most packs who saw Isaac would assume he was an omega and they never lasted long on their own. With the two of you traveling together, neither of you had to worry about being on your own.

You needed Isaac as much as he needed you. You wouldn’t tell him, because you knew he would get cocky, but you felt safer with him around. It wasn’t as if you couldn’t protect yourself but there were still parts of your magic that you didn’t have control over, as well as things you weren't aware that you was capable of. There were times when you didn’t mean to expend large amounts of your energy but if you got scared or angry, you did it without thinking. When it was all said and done, you were usually alone and vulnerable. You needed Isaac there to make sure that nothing bad happened to you too.

You had left your coven, the only family you had ever known, when it was clear that some of the members of the group wanted to use you for their own means as you came into your own power. You refused to be someone else’s pawn but the decision to leave hadn’t been an easy one for you. You had to slip out in the wee hours of the morning, taking only as much as you knew she could carry. Luckily for you, you had an RV that you had been living out of since you turned 18 and while a lot of your books and other various tools of your craft were inside of it, there were things you had to leave behind. More than that, there were people that mattered to you that you had been forced to leave behind and that had been the hardest part.

But now you had Isaac and Isaac had you. Neither of you had to be alone anymore. You were a coven of two, a pack of two — as much as either of you could claim that. It wasn’t much but it was better than both of you fumbling about alone in the world.

“Are you going to seriously leave me hanging here?”

You looked over your shoulder at him again, your eyes narrowing and your full lips pursed. You didn’t want to be angry with him but he had a way of pushing your buttons at the worst times. If you hadn’t been trying so hard to concentrate, you wouldn’t have minded but Isaac needed attention at the exact moment that you needed to focus. You weren't sure you could split focus in a way that would satisfy him and allow you to do the research that you needed to work on.

“What do you want me to do, Isaac? Do you need me to entertain you? I’m sorry if this isn’t your idea of a good time,” you angrily said with a shake of your head, raising your voice more than you had intended. “Go for a walk if it bothers you that much.”

Isaac rolled his eyes this time, huffing as he flopped down onto the couch that sat behind the table where you was seated. His forearm was draped across his eyes as he laid there, acting like he was ignoring you. You hesitated but when Isaac remained quiet for longer than a couple of minutes, you let your attention drift back to the book you had been reading. You looked back once to see what he was up to when Isaac hadn’t bothered you again.

When you saw he was still laying there, you turned your full attention back to the book. If Isaac had fallen asleep, you didn’t want to wake him. More than that you appreciated the moment of silence. You tried to use it to your advantage, reading while you had a moment of stillness and calm.

It wasn’t long before you felt your concentration slip away. Maybe it was because you were worried that Isaac thought you were angry or maybe it was because you weren't learning anything that might help but you started to feel fidgety. It seemed that the book could wait since you were now having difficulty making sense of the words on the pages. The quiet was almost too much for you to bear. However, you didn’t hear Isaac as he rose and resumed hovering around behind you.

“Isaac?”

He had gotten up while you had been focused on your reading, silently pacing behind you as he hoped you wouldn’t notice him. It seemed as though sitting still wasn’t in the cards for him today either. When you called his name, Isaac perked up almost immediately, turning his head toward you. He had almost broken out in a grin but he suppressed the smile as best as he could, not wanting to upset you again. “Yeah?”

“Come here.”

There was something about the tone of your voice that Isaac wasn’t sure he should trust, especially after you had gotten snappy with him earlier. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched you, not sure what you wanted. “Why?”

You closed your eyes for a moment and sighed, hearing the skepticism in his voice. This time you waved him over as you spoke. “Just come here.”

“No, you’re going to hit me.”

You turned around to face Isaac, frowning as you realized that he still thought you were upset. “Look, you’re annoying me but I’m not going to hit you. Okay?”

His shoulders were slumped as he inched closer to you, closing the distance between you. He saw that the book you had been looking through was closed, noting that there was a slip of paper stuck in it to mark the page. His brows furrowed again as he stood over you. He towered over you even when you were standing but right now Isaac was like a giant standing over you and he could feel it. His back hunched as if he were trying to make himself smaller.

“What is it?” he asked, still a bit uncertain.

You reached for Isaac’s hand, your fingers gently stroking the back of his hand before you laced her fingers with his. An electric buzz raced through your body, starting at the point of contact between the two of you. It was an odd phenomenon that had begun happening recently whenever one of you touched the other. You saw that Isaac felt it too, seeing his breath catch, but neither of you mentioned it, as usual. For now it was just a thing that happened that neither of you could or wanted to explain and for now, you were happy to leave it that way.

You used your free hand to push back from the table, still holding his hand. Isaac looked down at your hands with a lopsided smile though. Sometimes you both wondered where this mutually beneficial arrangement was leading but most of the time you both let things happen. It didn’t stop Isaac from grinning like an idiot whenever you showed some semblance of wanting him around for any reason that wasn’t your protection or his safety and this was definitely one of those times. Maybe you both weren’t ready to talk about what was going on but you both certainly felt it.

His smile was infectious and soon you were smiling too, your thumb brushing the back of his hand. You weren't stupid; you knew the two of you were blurring the lines between this being something for your mutual protection and this being something more than a friendship. It was something you were going to have to confront eventually but today didn’t seem like it was the right time. Not when all you wanted was to keep Isaac from getting too fidgety, not when you knew you could use a break.

“How about we go into town and get something to eat? I think it should be safe.”

Isaac leaned forward and tugged on the curtain that covered one of the windows. It wasn’t far past noon and so far nothing had come for you both in the middle of the day. Even he had to admit that it should be safe. He nodded as he let the curtain fall from his fingertips, his eyes settling on you again. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before nearly dragging you toward the seats up in the front of the RV.

You laughed softly as you followed him. You realized in that moment you were both too far past this being a friendship but you didn’t feel brave enough to bring it up. You thought Isaac felt it too but instead of bringing it up, you let him lead you forward, sitting in the passenger’s seat without an argument. Whatever you felt for each other was going to continue to be an unspoken thing for a while longer.

Isaac’s face broke out in a wide grin as he let go of your hand so he could start up the RV. You were renting a space at an RV park outside of a moderately sized town. If you were going to get something to eat, you would have to drive into town and Isaac was always so happy whenever you let him drive. You were so protective of the RV since it was the only home the two of you had at the moment. Giving up control of it to let Isaac drive seemed like you were trusting him with something even more important than your means of travel and the roof over your heads.

He turned on the radio, glancing over when he heard you humming along with the music. He almost reached out to brush some of your hair from your eyes but he stopped himself. Both of you hesitated when it came to gestures of affection, no matter how small they were. Soon Isaac was humming along with the music as it played as well. At least for a little while you both would get to be normal and that was so much more than he thought he could ask for. It was more than he thought he deserved but for the moment he was happy and he was going to live in this moment for as long as he could manage.

#tessie writes #teen wolf x reader #isaac lahey x reader #isaac x reader #teen wolf x y/n #isaac lahey x y/n #isaac x y/n

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yandere-sins · 1 year

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Gift Giving

Summary: You probably thought your Christmas would be normal this year, but before that, you were sent to prison. Navigating your days is hard enough but when your partner in crime brings you a present, your Christmas Day is about to change.

Plus a little bonus with a yet unknown partner beyond the cell door... does he bring presents of joy... or horror?

a/n: I planned to do all 4 of the already existing scenarios, but I struggled too much, so I only did two and the bonus. Hope you guys enjoy it regardless ♥

Fandom: Genshin Impact, Twisted Wonderland Pairings: Prisoner!Childe/Guard!Vil/Prisoner!Dottore x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Implied Non-Con, Collars, Whips, Nicknames, Biting, Licking wounds), Violence (Off-screen dismemberment, Attacking other people, Crazed minds being a little too comfortable with separated body parts and each other, Blood mention)

Childe

The screeching of the cell door opening went through you like claws raking over your skin.

You groaned, knowing that whoever had entered had already seen you, so there was no need to hide. If it was some random prisoner, you were probably fucked. If it was Childe... also. The blanket on top of you slid off as you pushed yourself up on the mattress, revealing the bruises and scratches that itched and pulled your skin taut. The fresh air was but a tease on all the marks bitten into you. You had to squeeze your eyes shut tightly before opening them to see even a little bit, your vision blurry and your mouth dry like the desert. But even though you were rising from your lowest point, you got up all the same, a fighter by nature.

"Here," you heard the exact moment that the mattress next to you dented, and you groaned, realizing it was Childe but unsure if this was better or worse than the alternative. However, the sound was interrupted as he placed a cold glass to your lips, liquid almost immediately flowing into your mouth as he tilted your head back, supporting it with his other hand. The tasteless liquor could have been everything, but with how happy it made your body, it luckily was just water.

The refreshing drink cleared your senses, and though you became overly aware of all the tension and wounds Childe left on you day after day, you actually felt grateful to him for caring enough to look out for your needs. You couldn't even remember the last time you drank or ate anything, not allowed to leave his cell if he could stop you from doing so. And he could, unfortunately.

Taking over the glass from him so you could drink at your own pace, Childe's hand began to wander, down to your collarbones and up to your throat. He settled there, feeling you gulp down the water with a light grip around your throat. Though it wasn't comfortable, you were a little too used to it now, trying to ignore the hand snaking around your neck. "Someone's thirsty, huh? I thought I was giving you enough to drink, but looks like you could need some more."

"Ajax," you called him out sternly after taking the last gulp. "I'd rather you concentrate on getting us out of here than make another dick joke."

Pulling his hands from you and raising them defensively, Childe mumbled, "Okay, okay."

Occasionally, he could be dealt with, and you were glad for every sane moment he displayed. "I've actually made some progress on our plan, but before that..."

"Oh?" you mumbled, perking up at the mention of escaping this hell hole (and then him), watching him with tired eyes as he leaned down, grabbing something from under the bed that you didn't know was there before. How could you? If you weren't asleep or passed out, you still rarely had the time to leave his bed. But before he pulled up whatever it was, his head snapped back to you, a big grin spreading over his features.

With the efficient pounce of a tiger, he pushed you back into the pillow, arms wrapped around your body as he nuzzled his face into your chest. You groaned as he agitated the bite marks and bruises in the forms of his hands he had left all over you. But Childe merely giggled like a little boy, happily burying every inch of his face against your skin.

"It's my first Christmas here with someone," he confessed, sounding equally excited as he did maniacally.

"Great," you croaked, trying to wiggle out of his ribs-crushing hug.

"So I wanted to make it special. Close your eyes, please ~"

Setting his chin on your chest, Childe looked up at you expectantly while you looked down, weighing your options. Closing your eyes around a predator was not the most comforting action. But you also didn't want to risk upsetting him when he was in a good mood and apparently had leads for your escape that would benefit you.

Blinking a few times, you finally complied, closing your eyes for him and listening to his excited chuckle as he got up. "No peeking!" he warned you, his tone changing from happy to serious in seconds, and you shook your head, sighing inwardly.

"Can you at least tell me what you found out?"

"Lift your arms," he instructed, and you raised an eyebrow but did as he told you. Soft fabric wrapped around your wrists, then more of it slid further down your arms. "Someone's trying to hack the security and create chaos. We might be able to sneak out with them if they can pull it off. Bring your head up for me.... just like that. Thank you, Baby."

You would have huffed at his praise if you weren't slowly enveloped by a soft cloud. After not wearing clothes for so long—Childe found it unpractical and unnecessary when he would peel you out of them anyway. Plus, he said sleeping in the nude builds trust (because no one could hide weapons under clothes)—the warmth and softness were heavenly against your abased skin.

"What is that?" you asked, growing suspicious as his hands replaced the gentle fabric when they got to your thighs. His warm but calloused palms squeezed and kneaded your sore thighs until he slid them under and pushed your legs up. That was the moment your eyes snapped wide open, only to stare into Childe's deep blue, shimmering orbs, their darkness dripping with lust as he licked over your bare skin, reveling in your taste.

Childe helping himself to your body was nothing new. What was new, was the pullover he had put on for you, intricate colors forming patterns in ways you had never seen before. "Childe..." you mumbled, allowing him to indulge in your body as you admired the fabric.

"It's from my family," he revealed, unprompted. His lips stopped kissing trails down your legs, and he stared off into the distance with an undefinable gaze. "I haven't received even a letter since being locked up, but it seems my sister made this for me this year. And now I am giving it to you."

His eyes shifted from the wall to you. He looked... sad, but elated at the same time. But mostly, he looked like a puppy waiting to be praised again. If you learned anything about him by now, Childe loved if the praise rained down on him, yearning for the connection it created between you two. Forced dependency. An unlikely love. Disgusting, but real.

"Do you like it?" he asked, and though you hated giving him exactly what he wanted (knowing it would go to his head), you nodded, touching the dreamily soft fabric gently and brushing your fingertips over it in admiration. "I do. It's soft and warm and amazing. Thank you so much, Childe."

Childe visibly perked up at that, and you had to roll your eyes at how eager he always was to get any type of praise from you. "Can I have my gift then?" he asked, and you raised a brow in confusion.

"But I have nothing for you?"

Lips digging into your thigh, the realization set in almost immediately, making you squirm while his grip tightened on your body. "You're more than enough. You coming here was the greatest gift anyone could have made me."

"But--!" you tried to protest as his lips parted, teeth sinking into your flesh, biting so hard, he drew blood. You choked back a scream while Childe hummed against the wound, licking your blood off his lips and ravishing the bite.

"More," he mumbled, dragging the liquid down your thigh, lower and lower.

"I want to enjoy my present now."

Vil Schoenheit

"There you are, pet."

Looking up from the magazine you've been reading—one of Vil's favorite runway fashion and photography ones that he started leaving ever since getting you a private cell—you raised your eyebrows at the elongated present he was holding. Completed with wrapping paper and a big bow, this was not something you saw every day, even though you came to know Vil as a money-splurging, high-paid official who liked decorating your room (and you) to his own standards.

His lips curled into a smile at your interest, and he gracefully sat next to you on the bed before placing the present on your lap. "I've been looking for you, but I suppose you were here all this time."

Giving him an awkward chuckle, you couldn't help but notice the reproach in his purred words. No matter how sweetly he spoke or how elegantly he acted, you knew better by now not to ignore those daggers he shot at you with every one of his words. Every one of his gifts came with strings. You may have been his rat in this prison, dutifully reporting everything your ears overheard, but that meant he was the conductor of all your doings. A fact you didn't always like.

"It's for you," he confirmed your suspicions, tapping his fingers encouragingly on the box. Glancing up at him, you noticed his eyes drilling into you, your reflection filling every inch of his pupils as he soaked it in with relish. It was hard to get used to the intensity with which he, or even just Rook and Epel, looked at you. There hadn't been any changes in your relationship since he made you beat up your prior cellmate and you kissed in the heat of the moment. But all three of them seemed to know something you didn't, and it was unsettling to be left out of their thinly veiled secrecy.

And yet, you always felt like he was undressing you with his eyes, stripping you of your body hungrily and drooling over your soul, ready to devour all of you at any given time. He treated you fairly enough to make you special but not good enough to not remind you of your position next to him. His watchful eyes were intense, his words throat-cutting, and his touches too gentle to be that of a guard. But still, he always kept you at arm's length, and you assumed he'd leash you if he could.

Letting your fingers slide over the ribbon, you hummed thoughtfully. "You didn't need to get me anything," you mumbled, partly bashful he thought of you this Christmas, partly feeling ashamed seeing how big the present was while you had... nothing for him.

"Don't be silly. I got something for us."

And there goes the good person act, you thought to yourself as you inhaled deeply, pulling the ribbon free. If Vil was nervous in anticipation, he didn't show it, sitting in his perfectly straight and composed way next to you, a small gap between your shoulders, but close enough to feel the heat of his body lick at you, tempted by your own.

Trying your best to keep the paper more or less intact to honor the intricate wrapping, it took you a few extra seconds before you pulled out an elegant violet box with golden letters on top. However, you didn't recognize the shop it was from, giving you no indication of what it could be.

"It's something for you... and something for me," Vil purred, smiling to himself as his eyes went back and forth between you and the box. Reaching over to slide his finger under the lid, he lifted it ever so slightly as he waited for you to open the present. "I hope you'll like it."

By now, you were a bit uneasy, but you complied, not wanting to put this off any longer. No matter what he got you, you'd smile and thank him profusely, be done and over with it. That was the only way to deal with him. You'd make it quick and discard the gift when he wasn't looking. After all, what in the world could he have gotten you--

"A collar?!" you gasped, voice cracking as the surprise hit you like a truck, and you quickly covered your mouth and cleared your throat. "That's... Well..."

Hearing an amused chuckle from your side, Vil reached over to take the finely crafted collar out of the box. It wasn't a thick and leathery one, you had often seen before. It resembled a golden chain and a clasp in the form of a V on the front. The gold hung from his long fingers like pure money, but besides the obvious concerns this raised, your mind was already jumping through hoops to think of ways to explain something like this to the other prisoners.

"Won't everyone get suspicious if I wear something carrying your mark all of a sudden?"

"Just say you got it from your family, besides..." You watched as Vil opened the clasp with skilled precision, telling you he had done this before, and flipped the necklace over once, the sharp point of the V now pointing upwards. "If you wear it like this, it'll be a fashion piece instead of a statement, no? Of course, feel free to turn it around whenever you feel like it, although..."

Nudging his chin at the other side of the bed, you followed his instructions and looked that way. Vil wasted no time, and you felt the heavy gold chain fall around your neck like a brace. Vil fiddled with the clasp at the front, the air getting lighter as he pulled the chain tight until it snapped into place, pressing against your skin. "You should ask me to change it for you. It'll be hard to do it yourself, and I'd hate having you break the clasp while trying."

You believed him. But you also knew he simply wanted to be the one putting this thing on and off you at any given time, preferably with you begging him to do it for you. He liked the idea because it was you he was collaring—his pet.

It was just another reminder of your place next to him.

"You look stunning. And here I thought only your face was pretty. Seems like I was wrong."

"Wow, uh... thank you."

Reaching up, you tried to press a finger between the chain and your throat, pretending to play with the gift as if you were admiring it. However, it was too tight, and you gulped, feeling the pointy end of the V prick you. If he found it pretty, he could wear it. It was already getting too uncomfortable for you after just a few seconds.

Standing up, Vil admired you from above. His fingers slid under your chin, lifting your head side to side so he could look at the gold sparkle in the room's light. Suddenly, his eyes cut to yours, the satisfied smile turning into more of a mischievous one.

"Now it's my turn."

He reached down and between the filling paper without releasing your chin from his gloved fingertips. You hadn't even noticed another present in there, though it was about explaining why the box was long rather than just big enough for the collar.

With two fingers, Vil pulled out a sparkly new riding crop in firetruck red with white stripes. At the sight of it—its golden handle fitting perfectly into the size of his palm—you couldn't help but gulp again, both these items screaming expensive rather than useful for the jobs you two had. Luxury, rather than prison. Fun, rather than duty.

However, his content expression as he used his other hand to test the strength of the crop by smacking his own palm turned very different as his eyes panned over to you, driving down your body with another devouring intensity in them.

"How about..." he spoke up suddenly, gripping the box and taking it out of your hands, throwing it carelessly on the ground behind him. You didn't know his next move or what he was going to ask you, wholly unprepared for Vil as he took another step forward, eyes pinned on you as he towered over you.

"We try these gifts out together?"

Special Bonus:

Dottore

"Little rat."

Taking a deep breath, you turned your head to the small window on your cell door. A voice like honey, running the good kind of shivers down your spine, had called out to you, and though you had decided to settle in for the night, you couldn't help but anticipate what it would whisper this time.

Without the straight jacket, it should have been much easier to get up, but your bruised body didn't move as quickly as you were used to ever since they locked you up in solitary confinement. As upsetting as it was, you were losing your finesse and finely attuned skills the longer you were kept from the outside world—for better or worse.

Additionally, the throbbing in your head only added to the challenge of standing up straight. But perhaps because he heard the rustling of your clothes, the man on the other side of your wall waited patiently for you, you both having more than enough time now that the last guard had left for the night.

"What is it, Doc?" you asked, and he chuckled, the sound coming from your right where his cell was. For solitary, there were a lot of cells right next to each other, even though you hadn't heard from the other inmates inhabiting them aside from their screams.

"Wait, let me just..." With a click, the hatch on your door where food could be passed through fell open, and you leaned down to look through it curiously. A hand suddenly appeared before you, waving, and you smiled, not scared at all.

"Did they forget to lock yours properly again?"

"Indeed, little rat. You know, breaking a finger to undo the work of those guards has never been an issue for me."

You hummed affirmatively, knowing the Doctor well enough by now, before you pushed your hand into his through the opening, fingers snapping around yours greedily, exploring, counting every joint and every scar on your skin to see if you were hurt. You did the same until your hands slowly stilled, fingertips brushing against each other so intimately it made you gasp as he slid his into the gaps between your fingers, closing around yours tightly.

"Do you know what day it is today?"

"Mhm," you hummed thoughtfully, letting his thumb caress the back of your hand lovingly. Even without knowing what he looked like, only ever hearing his voice or feeling his hands, he was the closest to a companion you had. It was more longing than love, at least for you. A way to fill the yearning hole inside you that this prison drilled into you. "Christmas, I suppose," you muttered, this terrible loneliness you felt all your life festering in your stomach, even when the Doctor squeezed your hand so tightly as your grip loosened, you felt your bones crack.

"That's right. Hold out your hand for me, will you?"

Him letting go was almost as painful as it was being in his hold, but you nodded to yourself, following his hand as far as you could before turning your palm upwards for him. Nothing would ever fill this loneliness inside you completely, not even the madman locked up next to you. No matter how much the guards compared you two, even he, someday, would disappoint you and leave. The time you two had was limited to your sentences and the psychological assessments of your therapists. But for now, he was a like-minded individual. A friend.

Soon enough, his hand returned. It was almost as if you could feel his presence through the thick, cushioned walls surrounding you. As if he was right by your side. You waited patiently until you felt one hand feel where yours was, estimating the width and length of your hand and the distance between you two that inevitably existed, so he could put something right in the middle of your hand and pull away. Closing your fingers around the object, you slowly pulled back, sinking down against your cell door and holding your palm into the moonlight coming in from the small slit in the wall to see.

However, you'd have known it without seeing it. You knew the feeling of human skin, and even without the Doctor, you were pretty familiar with body parts. "A pinky!" you gasped, exhilarated. It had been way too long since you had been allowed to touch a carcass, much less put together your beautiful dolls piece by piece, part after part.

"But it's not yours...?"

The Doctor chuckled his signature laugh, husky, and deep, and amused, and so smooth. Creating the image of a man in your head that probably didn't exist but kept you sane while you were locked up and beaten every day. "It is not mine, no. I thought you might enjoy the bastard's finger who touched you yesterday."

The thought of what happened was unpleasant, but having your assailant's finger almost made it better. Your heart was beating out of your chest, both out of excitement about your present and the thought your fellow inmate put into this gift. "Thank you for thinking of me."

"Darling, your screams—as beautiful as they are—haunt my every thought. You're the only thing I think about in this dreadful environment where people like you and me can never thrive."

"I have something for you, too!" you perked up, trying to ignore the heat collecting in your face after hearing his words. Neither he nor you knew what the other did to deserve coming here. Still, if the finger was enough evidence, the Doctor could not have given you a more excellent present than he did.

Clutching the finger to your chest, you went over to the only cushion that was slightly ripped in all of your cell. Weeks of picking and tearing away on the fabric if you weren't in your straight jacket, biting if you were restrained, had opened a small compartment where you kept the special things that were worth keeping in the limited space.

From it, you pulled a dark blue gel pen, the same one all the psychiatrists used when they came for their visits. You had stolen this one after your last session escalated, knowing it would come in handy someday. With a heavy heart, you put the finger next to the door while reaching through. "Hand, please!" you called out, and just like the Doctor had, you searched for his hand first before squeezing your second hand through with the pen. However, he was actively helping you, guiding and taking the pen as you approached with it, his fingertips sliding down your hands, enjoying the warmth until the last second before he pulled back.

"Oh!" he chimed, sounding elated, and you leaned your head against the door to hear him better. "How magnificent, little rat! Thank you kindly!"

Giddy, you grinned, feeling pretty good about giving him something he'd definitely want. The Doctor loved using his walls for his thesis and reports; he told you as much. But no one would give him pens anymore, which had greatly upset him as of late.

"I'm glad you like it," you whispered, sitting down again, reaching for your new finger, and inspecting the cleanliness of the cut, admiring the Doctor's work. You had always been very lonely. Your whole life had been directed by this loneliness and the fear of what it meant to be different and alone. You went to extremes that weren't normal for this society, earning you confinement to the loneliest place in society—solitary confinement.

But strangely enough, on this Christmas at the loneliest time of your life, you weren't quite as alone as you thought you'd be.

"Would my little rat like to hear my thoughts on--"

"Yes," you interrupted him. "Yes, I'd really like to hear your thoughts."

Your lips curled into a smile as he let out a chuckle, perhaps knowing exactly what you were thinking. Because as long as he'd keep the loneliness away, you'd listen to him forever, no matter what he'd tell you. No matter how crazy he was in his stories, theories, and research.

Or you.

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Star-Crossed Myth Fluffbruary Fanfic May Catch-up (18th Feb Prompt): Best Behaviour? (Ichthys/MC)

Title: Best behaviour?

Fandom: Star-Crossed Myth

Genre: Fluff/Humour

Rating: T

Pairing: Ichthys/MC (MC’s name left blank so you can fill it in with whatever you wish in your head)

Characters: MC, Ichthys, Zyglavis, Huedhaut, Leon

Word Count: 1,952

Written for Prompt: February 18 : suave | cologne | gradual for @fluffbruary

A/N: Set after Ichthys' Promise of Infinity story, so spoilers for his path

February 18th: Best Behaviour? (Ichthys/MC)

“I am sure certain people present need reminding that tonight’s event is a very prestigious one in the Heavens, so I do not want anyone showing the department up, do I make myself clear?”

Ichthys frowned and sighed as everyone’s gazes turned to him once Zyglavis had finished speaking. “Why you all looking at me? I might not much want to go but I do know the etiquette for these things.”

“That may be the case, however there is a difference between knowing how you are supposed to act and actually behaving that way.”

“It’ll be fiiine!” Ichthys insisted. “I can put up with a little uptightness as long as ___ is by my side.”

___ looked sharply up at that, having been sitting quietly at Ichthys’ side during this Punishments meeting. She forced an uneasy smile at her husband. “So it is alright that I come to this?”

Ichthys’ eyes widened. “Huh? Of course! It would even have been alright before we were married, right Ziggy?”

Zyglavis sighed heavily and glanced to the side briefly. Instead of answering Ichthys he instead turned his attention to ___. “I am glad that Ichthys has just mentioned that you will be accompanying him. I am relying on you to keep him in line whilst my focus is elsewhere.”

“I… understand,” ___ muttered, her smile faltering a little. As if she could do anything to stop Ichthys if he got an idea into his head.

“Come on! It’ll be fun!” Ichthys reassured, grinning at her. “Though perhaps we could go do something else first?”

“Ichthys,” Zyglavis snapped sternly, “If you are going to head off now I trust all your work for today is completed?”

“... but…”

___ reached over to him and squeezed his hand gently before leaning over to him. “It’s probably best not to anger Zyglavis before we even get to the ceremony tonight,” she whispered.

Ichthys pouted a little, then relaxed into a rather troubling grin. “Oh, yes. I see. He’d be watching me far too closely tonight if he’s already taken issue.”

“That’s not…” ___ started to try and correct, but her husband had already leapt to his feet.

“Well sitting around here isn’t gonna get the work done, later!”

As he snapped his fingers and vanished, ___ looked down at the floor as Zyglavis gave her a questioning look.

She hoped everything would turn out alright.

***

At the ceremony that evening, ___ arrived a little later than the others, being a guest rather than a member of either department. Pausing at the top of the stairs she glanced down into the large hall, relaxing into a smile as she saw the way Ichthys was chatting with other guests who came up to him. This was like how she had seen him at the party when his parents had taken their old positions back up. It was rare that she was reminded how high a class of family Ichthys came from, but when she was it was rather a sight to behold: He conducted himself confidently as always but his charisma when being serious was also just as present. However, the childlike energy and need to keep moving was forced away to be replaced by something more subdued.

“Wondering how long he can keep up this suave act?” A familiar voice asked her.

Turning sharply round, ___ smiled uneasily at Huedhaut. About to answer him, it faded as she saw the look in his eyes. “Don’t trouble yourself about Ichthys. Zyglavis has already warned him.”

Huedhaut smirked at her at that. “Since when has that ever stopped him? Perhaps it is best you go down before he gets bored of waiting for you. I trust everything is alright?”

“Of course! We couldn’t be happier!” ___ responded without hesitation. It was then that she realised for Huedhaut to be behind her he must not have come from the room, which was strange. “I thought the departments were supposed to get here first tonight?”

“Oh, I was one of the first here,” Huedhaut responded, letting out a tired sigh. “Take a closer look.”

___ turned her attention back to the hall: She could see everyone from Punishments milling about as was required, but turning her attention to Wishes her eyes widened with surprise. “When you implied someone was missing I was expecting it to be Aigonorus but… I can see him over there with Lou. So it was Leon you were looking for?”

Huedhaut looked down at the floor, letting out an even heavier sigh. “Precisely. Karno is doing all he can to smooth this over but sooner rather than later someone is going to notice, though if Leon has decided for some reason that he will not put up with this tonight I doubt he would have listened to me had I even found him. Karno does not dare slip away himself right now though, obviously. He’s furious.”

Frowning a little, ___ tried to shake away the uneasy feeling she was getting because of this. Instead she forced a smile at him. “Hopefully he’ll turn up on his own. I should join Ichthys.”

“Yes, of course, my apologies,” Huedhaut muttered, before finally relaxing back into a smirk. “I would hate for Punishments to have an issue as well tonight.”

___ decided not to respond to his obviously sarcastic comment, especially as she was a little concerned about her husband if she was truthful with herself.

Ichthys looked over to her as he heard her approach. “Ah, my wife is finally here. Would you excuse me a moment?” He commented softly to the other Gods he had been talking to. As they nodded, he moved over to ___ with a smile. “Glad you could join me.”

“Sorry, I was… admiring the way you were conducting yourself,” she hesitantly admitted, blushing a little. “These events still seem a little daunting,” she added.

“You’ll be fiiine,” Ichthys reassured, linking their arms together. “Though, did I see you talking to Hue before you came over?”

“Yes, apparently Leon hasn’t turned up,” ___ murmured, her voice barely audible.

Ichthys’ eyes glinted. “Guess Ziggy didn’t have anything to worry about after all.”

“Don’t you think it’s odd though?” ___ asked, a little suspicious that he didn’t seem that surprised.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, I guess. We best make sure no attention is brought to that though!”

___ nodded and tried to relax. Perhaps Ichthys had just managed to hide his surprise so no one else realised they were chatting about something maybe being wrong. About to suggest they start mingling again, her eyes widened a little as she caught a whiff of what her husband smelt of. “Um… Ichthys… why do you smell of Taiyaki? I thought…”

“Don’t worry, I haven’t summoned any food. I promised Zyglavis I wouldn't, didn't I?”

“You did but…” she then stifled a laugh. “Is that Taiyaki scented cologne?!”

Ichthys grinned widely at her. “Yup, c’mon, c’mon we should talk to the guests.”

Sighing softly, ___ followed his lead.

As the evening progressed, ___ noticed Ichthys’ suave demeanour gradually starting to show cracks. She knew he was trying his hardest but she had also noticed him glancing towards the doorway a few times, and she was becoming more and more convinced that he was hiding something.

“I thought something would have happened by now,” Ichthys suddenly muttered under his breath. “It shouldn’t have taken this long…”

“Ichthys? Have you done something?”

“I’ve been by your side ever since you arrived and you can ask the others if you don’t think I’ve been here since the start,” Ichthys respond.

___ pulled him to one side. “That is not what I asked,” she grumbled to her husband.

Before Ichthys could say anything else, the room suddenly became eerily quiet. All focus turned to the hall entrance.

Leon headed down the steps with a scowl. As he reached the bottom of them, his eyes lit up a little and he smirked instead. “First one who brings me that fish’s head on a platter will get an evening they’ll never forget.”

Ichthys’ eyes lit up blue and he grimaced as everyone’s attention turned to him. All his calm demeanour he’d been projecting all evening vanished in an instant and he grabbed hold of his wife’s hand. “Quick! This way!”

Being dragged towards the back door, ___ tried to get him to slow down, then grimaced as she noticed the way Zyglavis was scanning the floor for them, certain if they were caught by him now she’d be in just as much trouble as her husband. “Ichthys! Why is Leon mad at you?”

“I’ll explain later! Man I wish I could have seen the results of a prank actually catching him off-guard for once!”

“ICHTHYS!” ___ snapped. “Didn’t Zyglavis tell you all not to show the departments up tonight?”

Ichthys simply laughed, now smiling brightly. “Nu-uh he told us not to show Punishments up. I think you’ll find it was Wishes who weren’t all here when they should have been.”

“But…” ___ trailed off and sighed. Flawed though his logic was, she couldn’t bring herself to argue with him. Instead she asked, “Why pull something like this?”

Tugging her into the corridors and pushing her up against the wall in a small alcove in case anyone else followed them out of the ceremony, Ichthys put a hand up to her face. “I needed an excuse to slip away. We haven’t had any time to ourselves recently.”

Any anger ___ might have had evaporated in that instant. Smiling in slight exasperation but also love, she put her own hand up to his face. “Zyglavis is going to be furious at us both tomorrow, you know that right?”

“Better tomorrow than right now,” Ichthys waved her worries away. “Besides all I did was make Leon late. I’m sure he’s not gonna be that bothered. Still… I wasn’t expecting it to take him this long to appear…”

“What exactly did you do?” ___ asked.

Ichthys pulled her into a kiss, then hugged her tightly. Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered, “String works on big cats too you know.”

___ burst out laughing. “Ichthys, really, Leon might be the God of Leo but you’re not saying you distracted him by getting him to play with a piece of string?!”

Her husband grinned at her, resetting his forehead against her own. “Of course not,” he laughed. “I covered the floor of his bedroom with a string maze and made it so you couldn’t just teleport out. That would’ve been cheating.”

“...” ___ hugged him again without another word and snapped her fingers.

As they appeared in their bedroom, Ichthys stepped back a little with wide eyes. “Why’d you teleport us?”

“Love, you just told me what you did to Leon. I’d rather still have a husband at the end of tonight thank you!” ___ snapped as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

Joining her, Ichthys wrapped an arm around her and rested his head on her shoulder. He smiled. “If I knew this is what it’d take to get you to forget about the event we were supposed to go back to, I would have done it more often.”

___ shook her head in exasperation. “That’s the lesson you’re deciding to take from all this? I could take you back to the party and hand you over to Leon myself you know.”

Ichthys’ eyes widened and he looked at her with shock. “That’s scary! You wouldn’t dare!”

“... Of course I wouldn’t,” ___ reassured after a moment, laughing lightly. “I love you too much to put you in any kind of danger.”

Ichthys smiled and held her close. “I love you too.”

#scm #star crossed myth #star crossed myth fanfic #scm fanfic #scm ichthys #ichthys x mc #scm huedhaut #scm zyglavis #scm leon

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angelasscribbles · 11 months

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Victim of Love Chapter 10: Looking Backward

Series: Victim of Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Drake x Riley

Word Count: 1,682

Rating: MA

Warnings for this chapter: Language

Song Inspiration for series: Victim of Love by The Eagles

Tell me your secrets I'll tell you mine

This ain't no time to be cool

My other stuff: Master List.

Riley frantically dug through the discarded pile of clothing from the night before, “Shit! I don’t have any clean clothes!”

“Um…down the hall, second door on the right, that’s the room Sav uses when she visits. Go see if you can find something in there.” His sister hadn’t been to the cabin in years as far as he knew, but he also didn’t think she would have bothered retrieving any extra clothes left there when she had moved to France.

Riley sprinted down the hall and into the room, rifling quickly through drawers. In less than three minutes she was back wearing a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt that fit well enough, “Hurry, let’s go!”

Drake had pulled on a clean shirt and was lacing up his shoes, “Yeah, coming!” He nearly tripped as he stood and swiped the keys off the bedside table before stumbling to the door.

They were pulling out of his driveway eight minutes behind Liam. “You sure this is a good idea? I know you want to support Liam but-“

“This isn’t about Liam! It’s about Hana!”

“I thought you two hated each other…”

“We do! I mean we don’t…I mean she’s my best friend! Was my best friend….I just need to know she’s okay, her and the baby, all right?”

“Yeah, of course!” He reached across the console and took her hand, “I get it. I’ll get you to the hospital, don’t worry!”

“Thanks,” she gave him a grateful look, “I know this whole situation is a complete mess. You probably wish you’d never bumped into me in that ballroom.”

“Are you kidding?” He scoffed, “This is the most excitement I’ve had in years. I hang out almost exclusively with cattle and they’re pretty boring.”

That got a smile out of her, “Not very talkative, are they?”

“Oh, they’re very talkative!” He corrected her, “In fact, they rarely shut up! I just don’t speak bovine.”

She snorted, “I don’t believe you. I think you’re probably fluent in it!” She knew he was using humor to distract her, and she was grateful for it.

Her feelings for Hana were complicated. They had become best friends over the course of the social season, culminating in Hana confessing romantic feelings for her.

Desperation laced Hana’s voice as she implored, “The coronation is in two days, Riley, but he can’t pick either of us if we’re not here! Let’s just go, me and you! We can be together!”

“Oh, Hana….I love you, but-“

Hana’s face lit up as joy infused her entire being, “I love you too, Riley! So much! I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, I didn’t even know it was possible to-“

“Hana, stop! Listen!”

“What?” Hana’s big doe eyes searched hers, “What is it?”

“I love you but not the way I love him! I love him, Hana, and if he picks me, I’m going to say yes!”

“Oh!” Hana dropped her grip on Riley’s arm and stepped back like she’d been electrocuted.

“Hana, please-“ Riley reached for her, but the other woman sidestepped her.

“You kissed me….” Hana’s voice was barely audible.

“In a truth or dare game!”

“But…” tears pooled in her eyes, “It felt so real!”

“It was real, Hana! It just wasn’t what I have with Liam. I should never have kissed you! I didn’t mean to mislead you, I’m sorry, I-“

“Why would you say that?” Hana looked like she’d been struck, “You regret the kiss?”

“Yes! I mean no! I mean I regret that I hurt you, that you’re confused about-“

“I’m not the one that’s confused, Riley!” An emotion swept across Hana’s face that Riley had seldom seen there: anger.

“Hana-“

“You’re going to regret this someday, Riley, he doesn’t love you like I do! He can’t!”

If Riley had known what was coming down the pike on coronation night, would she have made a different decision? She and Hana could have gone to Shanghai, or New York, or anywhere in the world really, the two of them could be happy with each other right now leaving Liam to Olivia or Madeleine or whoever the royal council deemed suitable.

But instead, when Liam had broken her heart, he hadn’t just taken himself away from her, he had ripped Hana away from her as well.

“I choose….Lady Hana Lee!”

Riley’s heart stopped. NO!

She had known the council was still debating her approval, but she had really believed Liam would be able to sway them. She had also believed that if they didn’t approve her, he was going to refuse to get engaged, to anyone, because he had told her as much.

She found Hana in the crowd. She had been avoiding her, they hadn’t spoken since Riley had rejected her advances. Hana looked as shocked as Riley felt, but as their eyes met, a slow smile crawled across Hana’s face, and she shook her head from side to side.

Riley watched as Hana climbed onto the stage, took Liam’s hand, and found Riley’s gaze again before exclaiming, “I accept!”

Riley turned and ran from the ballroom, but there was nowhere to run to, the one person she would have gone to for comfort, for solace, had just participated in ripping her heart from her chest.

She flung her clothes into a suitcase and sent a text to Max: Bring the car around, I need to get out of here now!

She had left the palace that night planning to return to New York to lick her wounds. At least her student loans were paid off. She could take a few months to heal before starting a job search. Her apartment was gone but her parents would let her stay in her old room.

Her path forward had been clear until Liam had shown up on her doorstep.

“Riley, please! If you’ll just listen!”

“Listen to what, Liam? You promised me a future!”

“We can still have a future!”

“How? You’re engaged! To my best friend!”

“Because the council wouldn’t approve you! I had no choice!”

“You had a choice! You could have refused to get engaged to anyone! That’s what you told me you were going to do if the approval didn’t come through!”

“Yes, but that was before I found out my father is dying, Riley! I couldn’t be crowned king without being engaged and he has weeks left to live!”

“What?” She turned her tear-streaked face up to him, “How long have you known that?”

“I found out moments before the coronation when I told him I was going to wait another season. That’s when he told me that we didn’t have another season!”

“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say to that.

“Please stay, I love you; we can make this work!”

“How? I don’t even know if Bertrand wants me to-“

“You don’t have to depend on the Beaumonts any longer, Riley, I have something for you.” He produced a sheaf of papers and handed them to her.

“What’s this?”

“This is the paperwork transferring the deed to Valtoria to you and conferring the rank and title of duchess!” He smiled at her proudly.

“I…don’t understand. What’s a Valtoria?”

“It’s a duchy, my love,” he chuckled, “You’ll be a member of the Cordonian aristocracy in your own right, with your own lands, titles, and bank accounts. It lets you stay here as it grants automatic citizenship, gives you a governmental position, a means of supporting yourself, and provides a very real reason for us to spend time together, as you’ll need to be brought up to speed on how to run it.”

Her eyes flicked uncertainly back and forth from him to the papers in her hands, “You’ve…. thought of everything…”

Everything except how to have avoided breaking her heart, ripping their planned future right out of her hands, and taking her best friend from her in one fell swoop.

“Please say you’ll stay, Riley. Please!”

He looked so lost and forlorn, so full of longing and sadness that her heart constricted in her chest. She still loved him and the fact that he still loved her eased some of her pain, despite the convoluted situation they found themselves in.

In that moment, she wasn’t thinking logically. All she knew was that saying yes relieved a lot of pain for both of them.

She could stay and give it a try. If it didn’t work out, she could always leave later, right?

“Earth to Riley….” Drake’s voice pulled her out of her reverie.

“Oh, sorry!”

“It’s okay, you have a lot on your mind. Where were you just now?”

“I was thinking about how everything went down between me and Hana.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“I think I’d like that actually, just not right now.”

“Okay, I’m always only ever a phone call away.”

Her head jerked up, “A phone call? Are you leaving already? You just got here!”

“That was my mom on the phone, she needs me back ASAP, there’s something wrong with the herd.”

“Oh, no! I’m so sorry! What is it?”

“I’m not sure, but it’s nothing for you to worry about. Let’s focus on Hana right now.”

“Drake, I want to be here for you too!”

“I appreciate that, and I will take you up on it. Just not right now. Like I said, you’re worried about your friend. We can talk later.”

“Okay, if we find out Hana is okay-“

“When we find out Hana is okay!” He corrected her.

“But what if-“

“Hey, you know Liam is going to get her the best medical care the world has to offer, right?”

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am! Once we know she’s going to be fine, then you and I can tell each other all our secrets, okay?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

He guided the car into the hospital parking lot and into a parking spot, “Here we are.”

She reached for his hand again, “Drake, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he grinned at her, “I still have to get you past security!”

#victim of love #angelasscribbles #trr au #drake walker #drake x mc #drake x riley #the royal romance #trr #the royal romance fanfic #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week #choices #liam rys

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An Outfit For You

AO3 Link - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Ann Wolff (OC), Ramuda Amemura

Pairing: Ramuann (Ramuda/Ann)

Words: 1,265

The rare sight of a ponytail, even though a tiny one. A shirt with the lack of sleeves and a green tie, having a fitting jacket (which however had decided to slide down enough to not cover the shoulders) as well as a pair of jeans. Not to mention two hair clips at the right side of the hair.

It was a start, at least a different sight from the usual. Anything else and Ann would have probably collapsed on the spot so Ramuda had to ease them into a style change. But they looked way cuter than they would in their usual clothes! Maybe it had been their tiny ponytail hanging down and the hair clip. Or perhaps it was both with the mixture of a blush and trying to avert his gaze, an attempt to not come off as too flustered, too embarrassed… Except that was the only thing they were looking like and honestly, it was a little amusing.

Ramuda himself couldn't help but hum at the sight, unable to hide his smile even. He could just barely hold himself from letting out a teasing quip or running over and just hug them right then and there. After all, he had to make sure that everything was fitting, from head to toe – Not being too tight but not too wide either, just fine and comfortable to wear. Work first, fun later!

“So so, how are you feeling Ann–Chan? “ He asked, though he could already think of the answer, judging from their face.

“How am I… Feeling?” They repeated, trying so hard not to stutter and somewhat shiver. And yet… “Uh… Can I just change back?”

“Nuh–uh! Not after I've spent weeks making this!” He protested with a rather playful pout, hands on his hips. “Also that doesn't really answer my question!”

They stayed silent for a few moments, their gaze wandering around. Left, up, right, down – Always going from one direction to the next. They were clearly too flustered to answer, whispering something under their breath. It was too embarrassing apparently. But they will get used to this. They have to get used to this because Ramuda will make sure that they won't escape his grasp now! But one step at a time…

“Uh… I mean it… Fits. “ They then slowly said after seconds had passed, the blush not fading. In fact it only got worse, sort of.

“Really? Nothing is too tight?”

“No, nothing is.”

“Haha, I'm glad that I got that right then! But I might have to check that myself later.”

“Eh!? S… Seriously?”

“Yeah, of course. In case your clothes still need some adjusting.” He responded. “But it's best if you calm down first. You have to stay still for that.”

As if caught red handed Ann turned to him in one swoop, first somewhat shivering in some way before getting themself to force themself to calm down. “I… Uhm… Er… Sorry!” They even apologized.

And yet it only received laughter as a response. “Hey, don't apologize. It's cute actually~”

“C… Cute?” They said, gaze once more turning a little bit to the side at least. “Uh… Ramuda… Can you not say something so embarrassing? Besides, I'm not–”

“No way! I told you before, didn't I?” The fashion designer interrupted them abruptly, not wanting to even hear them finish that. It was going to be the same as usual. He had heard it plenty of times to know where this was going. “Ann–Chan is cute! And anyone saying otherwise is just a blind dummy!”

And he got them to flinch on the spot yet again, their body having visibly gone a little stiff. All from a compli— No! Not a compliment! He was stating the truth here, the absolute truth! And there was nothing they could do about it! And he was not going to give in for even a second!

“I… That…”

“Want me to repeat it over and over?”

“Repea— You wouldn’t dare! Ri—”

Oh he would. Of course he would. So he interrupted them, not even allowing them to finish, saying one sentence over and over. “Ann–Chan is cute!” And he was not stopping for breath either. Though it did get exhausting fast yet he didn’t care. He had to get a point across here and they will have to listen. So he has to literally hammer it into their brain, even if verbally!

One quick glance up right at their face and one could see their expression only becoming more and more shocked, their face redder than any strawberry Ramuda had ever seen on any shortcake. In fact, a strawberry may as well look pale in comparison. They were that flustered from this, weren’t they? That was very adorable. It only made him want to keep pushing their buttons one way or another, not stopping. So he just kept on repeating it. Over and over and—

“Ah yeesh! I get it!” Ann interrupted out of nowhere, steam may as well be rising from their head now. They looked as if they were burning after all. “Please, have mercy!”

It only left him to grin for a moment, feeling rather powerful in this situation. “So you won’t deny it anymore?”

“I… I…”

“If you keep going then—”

“Ok fine! I give, I give! I won’t deny it anymore!” They said though only time will tell if they will keep that promise.

“Alright, I’ll stop then… For now that is~” Ramuda said ever so playfully before stepping closer, finally. “Ok, time to stay still! I have to make adjustments where it’s needed! And then I also need to take some pictures!”

“P… Pictures?”

“Yeah, pictures.”

“Is this a model photoshoot all of a sudden?” They asked, almost deadpan sounding.

“Hmm… I mean if you want to try yourself as one of my models—”

“No no no! I will never! That’s too embarrassing…”

He looked at her, almost like a sad puppy, as if at the brink of tears. “Eh!? But You’d make a great model! Plea—”

“No! That’s one thing you can never make me do! Ever!” They said, awfully defensive. Ah, they fall for the silliest of jokes, don’t they?

“I’m kidding, I know that. You’d probably hate being a model anyway.” Ramuda said, chuckling. “Besides, I want Ann–Chan as my private model if anything.” He added as he finally started to observe the outfit from close up, even tugging onto the clothing sometimes to check if it felt… Well, right. And also if there were any mistakes of any kind. So he couldn’t look at their face for the time being and only heard their voice.

“Private? What… Are you implying?”

“Nothing nothing. Except that this isn’t the last outfit for you.”

“Ah— I have to do this again!?”

“Yeah. This is the first of many.”

“Please tell me you’re joking…”

“No, I’m not. There’ll be plenty more clothes for you to try.” The thought may have gotten him a little excited even. Maybe he was being a little selfish with this but… “So prepare yourself~”

“Sh… Shouldn’t you focus on making outfits for your work instead?”

“Oh, I am. Don’t worry. I like doing it. I can make outfits for you here and there.”

“Sounds like a waste…”

“Too bad, I’m doing it anyway! And you can’t escape!”

“I… Guess I can’t… Hah… You’re impossible sometimes.”

“Thanks. I’ll take it as a compliment~”

And besides, he wants to see them in the outfits he makes more often as well… Yeah, he was going to enjoy this a lot.

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pa-stella · 1 year

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hi hi hi its me again requesting kuujyu + 33 ilove your writing btw <3

Sorry, sorry, sorry for finishing this so late T-T You probably don't even remember requesting this but... here it is. This is not very romantic and Kuko is a little more serious than usual, but I tried my best.

Title: A new approach Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Kuko/Jyushi Prompt: “Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”

The sound of heavy and fast footsteps on the wooden floor broke the peaceful morning at the temple, making Kuko sigh. A sliding door was opened and a tired voice echoed in the main hall.

“Kuko-san, I…”

“You’re late.”

The short statement was enough to make a whine escape Jyushi’s mouth. He bowed, ready to apologize.

Kuko sighed again, shaking his head this time. “I don’t really care about these things, but you should take your training a little more seriously.”

Jyushi looked at him with a shocked face. “It’s… it’s not that! My training is important!”

“Then why are you late?” The monk crossed his arms as he waited for an explanation. While it was true that he didn’t care about people being late… Jyushi wasn’t a random person. He was set on a journey and even a small harmless misstep like that could make things harder.

“Practice with the band ended quite late yesterday and… I was struck by inspiration when I got home.” The vocalist turned his head away, trying to hide his face. “So I spent some time writing a new song…”

As he was talking, Kuko noticed something was off. Even if Jyushi was doing his best to avoid the monk’s gaze, Kuko clearly saw his skin wasn’t covered by makeup. That wasn’t rare… Jyushi felt comfortable enough not to be all dolled up during their training sessions. What was out of the ordinary were the dark circles under his blue eyes.

Jyushi was still talking when Kuko grabbed his face by squishing his cheeks, forcing him to lower his head at the monk’s height.

“Ow!”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”

Another whine. “When… when I was done with the song, it was already morning.” Jyushi admitted.

“How do you think your body and mind will improve if you don’t let them rest properly?” Kuko groaned, letting go. “How many times do I have to repeat this…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Being sorry is not enough, Jyushi.” The monk shook his head once more. “Not only were you late, but you also didn’t sleep at all. A punishment is needed.”

He expected Jyushi to cry or complain, but the young man just nodded. “Y-You’re right, Kuko-san.”

“Mh, first of all… change into your training clothes.” Kuko stated. “When you’re done, come back here.”

Once Jyushi had left the room, Kuko sighed. If he had to follow Shakku’s example, a punishment would be the only way to teach a lesson (not that this approach had ever worked on Kuko himself), but…

Jyushi was not an average person. Jyushi was an artist, a musician. He had made a mistake, yes, but he wasn’t wasting time when that happened. He was creating. He was following his nature.

Maybe, only this time…

“Kuko-san, I’m here.” Jyushi’s voice distracted him from his own thoughts.

“Okay, let’s go!”

As the two started to walk inside the temple, Kuko could hear Jyushi yawning behind him. He was probably too tired to worry about the punishment.

The monk opened a door leading to a room in the inner part of the temple.

“Oh, Kuko-san, isn’t this your bedroom?” Jyushi asked and eyed the undone futon still on the floor, surrounded by several mangas.

“Yeah.” He pointed to the wardrobe doors. “Take another futon out… a pillow and a blanket too.”

“Uh?” The vocalist tilted his head. “A futon?”

“C’mon, we don’t have the entire day!”

Jyushi did as instructed and placed the second bed next to Kuko’s one. He placed the pillow and the blanket carefully and, once satisfied with the result, he sat down on his knees on the tatami floor.

“What now, Kuko-san?”

Kuko slumped down his own bed and grabbed one of the abandoned comics. “Now… I want you to lie down and sleep until I decide you have had enough.”

Stupefied, Jyushi stared at him for a few seconds in silence.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, frowning.

“This… this is not a punishment, Kuko-san…”

“Oi! Are you criticizing my methods?!”

“N-No, but…”

“Just go to sleep, Jyushi.”

In the end, after a moment of hesitation, Jyushi slipped into the futon and moved so he could face Kuko. “Kuko-san.”

“Mh?” He closed the manga to look at his teammate.

“Thank you.” A shy smile appeared on Jyushi’s face before he closed his eyes.

“You won’t thank me tomorrow when the training will be harder than usual.” Kuko muttered, but he smiled fondly as well. He observed the other’s relaxed face a bit longer. His dark lashes almost hid the puffiness of his eyes, making him appear already more rested.

Kuko didn’t know for how long he had stared, but finally he teared his eyes away from the other and focused his attention back on the manga in his hands.

#kuujyu #writing? in this economy?#hypnosis mic #kuko harai #jyushi aimono

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ezrisdax-archive · 2 years

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whisper to me your star trek rare pairs o fair shipper

send me a fandom and I'll tell you my rare pairs and tell you why you should ship them

TOS

Uhura/T'Pring - okay not as much as a rare pair as before but def still not as common as Uhura/Chapel (which I also love and is also kinda technically a rare pair...) but! they only have one single interaction and I do not care. that interaction is Uhura looking at T'Pring and going 'oh no she's hot' pretty much and how can I not ship it from there?? plus I like the idea of Uhura practicing her Vulcan with T'Pring and T'Pring getting other choices that aren't just Vulcan guys. aaaand the Captain Uhura first Officer T'Pring au is my absolute fave one, I mean it's TOS, gotta have a Vulcan first officer right?

TNG

Tasha/Troi - I love Troi/Bev but a few years back when I did a rewatch my heart just fell for Tasha/Deanna. I mean that scene where Tasha is all messed up by alien stuff and goes to Deanna's room and is like 'you always look so pretty' is extremely gay and then you've got Deanna who's saying 'Tasha's very good looking' to Picard at one point. also!! Tasha reaching out to Deanna when she's in pain always gets me, I like the relationship that was built up with these two and I think it just has a strong foundation for shipping in general.

Ro/Tasha - LITERALLY DATED IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE. god I'm never over it. but also the two of them grew up in war torn worlds where they had to fight for themselves and Tasha grew to be more idealistic sure but there's the base understanding between them. I don't think they'd get along in the regular TNG world right away because Tasha believes so strongly in Starfleet which is why I think having episodes where they grow to respect each other would be key here. kinda like B'Elanna/Seven but less antagonistic to each other.

Ro/Troi - okay fine I had to complete the trifecta but I love the Disasters episode where Deanna is in charge and Ro doesn't respect her at first but comes to see how competent Deanna is. Ro has a competency kink, don't @ me about this okay. And then later they share drinks and joke about Riker and I just think it's cute they grew to have this friendship and it could also be romantic where Deanna convinces Ro to relax more and Ro later helps Deanna when she's trying out for Command track. I wish it'd been Deanna who Ro had said good bye the episode she left instead of Riker cause given how they started it would have made it more interesting to me.

DS9

Ezri/Leeta - once again, married in another universe...but I think they're cute in the main universe too, like Leeta helping Ezri figure out what food/drink she could eat whenever she comes to the promenade and Ezri interested in joining Leeta for Bajoran festivals and the like. It's a shame they never interacted much in season 7 but again, they're gay and married in another universe so I'll take the win where I can

Ezri/Kira - it's about the potential for angst. it's the stupid "Jadzia had feelings for you" arc done with Julian but better because Kira hadn't admitted yet that she had feelings for Jadzia and then Jadzia died and Ezri is here, a different person but still Dax. and Kira grows to enjoy that version of Dax in the show! I think there could be something romantic there as well and it's a pity the show never went for it.

Ezri/Lenara - same as Ezri/Kira with angst but somehow x100 because Lenara and Ezri already have that past with their hosts. They've been married, they reconnected and parted again, and now they're here where Leanara remembers Jadzia and Torias but Ezri is a whole new host and she almost threw the whole Trill society away for a chance with Jadzia and is there a chance she could do it again with Ezri?

VOY

B'Elanna/Seven - I keep forgetting this actually is a rare pair the amount of work I've put in for stuff for it honestly. I've said it before but they make me feral. They're such mirrors of each other and in the series their relationship is so interesting in that it's antagonistic and gets a grudging respect later on. They both had such messed up childhoods and see themselves as outsiders and B'Elanna literally jokes "us outsiders need to stick together" when they get back and earth and god I wish Picard had done something with that throwaway line still. I think the relationship would be a lot of work and full of miscommunication but there's something about seeing the flaws in someone else that you see in yourself and forgiving them anyway even while you can't forgive your own that just appeals to me.

B'Elanna/Stadi - okay listen, I know Stadi appears for all of ten minutes and gets killed and never met B'Elanna BUT consider the au where she stays on as the pilot. B'Elanna would /hate/ having a Betazoid around to potentially read her thoughts and Stadi wouldn't do it but boy would she have fun riling up B'Elanna that way I feel given how she jokes with Tom a little. Like it's the pilot/engineer ship I fucking deserved to have!!

ENT

Hoshi/T'Pol - it is the main femslash ship but also such a rare one but what I watched of Ent I enjoyed with them because of how T'Pol reached out in understanding and Hoshi likes to make jokes around Vulcans and they clearly respected each other and look sometimes it doesn't take much for me to ship something but that.

DSC

Joann/Keyla - if these two aren't fucking canon by the end I will storm the filming location in Toronto and hunt the writers down. they keep staring at each other across the ship consoles, they keep hugging each other, they keep joking with each other, and Joann's looks always linger. She invites herself into Keyla's vacation as a joke. They're always filmed together in scenes and Joann is the one who helps her gain some confidence back in season three and I'm going insaaaaaane. they're so gay!!!!!!

Mirror!Philippa/Reno - I just think the snarky older women should banter and have sex. it's already established they both like women. what more do you want from me.

SNW

Uhura/Ortegas - okay listen. Ortegas is always teasing Uhura and I just think it's cute and at this point Uhura need a confidence boost and Ortegas has confidence to share. somehow that works out in my head enough that I wrote a fic for them.

Mixed trek ships

Ro/B'Elanna - look they were both in Maquis, they could have met at some point. both hate Cardassians and have strong morals and tried Starfleet and didn't fully work in their rules and regulations because of their temper and I think they should kiss. but also I think they'd understand each other quite a lot honestly.

Jadzia/Guinan - look me in the eye and tell me it's not possible that Guinan and Jadzia have a) met in Jadzia's past life times and b) wouldn't try to out flirt each other the whole time

Jadzia/Uhura - Why was Jadzia wearing a red dress when they went to the past when she was sciences? Answer: to sleep with Uhura and in case they got their uniforms mixed up there'd be no problems. It's litreally the only reason I thought of this ship and I'm sticking with it.

I know I have more but I feel I may have done enough tangents now...

#beej talks star trek

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pookiecowpoke · 1 year

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Hi!

I don’t usually request anything, but I’m super curious! Could you write something for Bonnie Macfarlane and Arthur Morgan? They are one of my favorite pairings from Red Dead. I also have a couple of others that are pretty rare; Bonnie/Algernon Wasp and Micah/Mary-Beth.

I’d be excited to see any of those :)

Flowers by the Shoreline

Pairing: Micah Bell/Mary-Beth Gaskill

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption II

Rating: Mature

Word count: Just over 2000

Tags: Warnings: Sexism, racism, animal abuse (this is micah we are talking about, but that doesn’t make it okay), gift-giving, acts of affection, insecurities

Comments: After a very long break I’m back to writing requests! All other peeps are on the way I promise!

So, I’ve been playing Red Dead Redemption lately and I have to say I can’t stand Bonnie. I’m sorry, I know she’s supposed to be this head strong independent woman, and I support that but I can’t stand her voice anytime I’m doing a mission for her. Why is she screaming at me, why is she insulting John so much, please Bonnie calm down QAQ. And I like the idea of Micah and Mary-Beth ever since watching Micah get rejected by Mary-Beth in Chapter 3 (was it chapter 3? idek it was so long ago). I may have went a little overboard focusing on Micah’s insecurities and emotions, and may have turned it into a character study, but it’s okay XD. I hope you enjoy this!

Micah Bell the third only ever had 2 things on his mind: money and women. Money was easy. He had always had a knack for landing a score, whether that was through violence or his cunning mind. Money turned him on almost as much as women did, but women were a much more difficult thing for Micah to conquer.

They were a mystery that usually just frustrated him more than it was worth to touch their soft flesh and feel their warm bodies. Even whores stayed clear of him. It was humiliating. The women at camp only glared and gave fake smiles at best when he was around.

But oh, when Arthur fuckin’ Morgan was around all the women flocked to him. What did Arthur have that he didn’t? He drank just as much booze as he did, sure Morgan was maybe a better shot then Micah, but they still did about the same amount of chores at the camp. Well… when Charles or that O’Driscoll cunt didn’t already have them done…

Yet, all the women, even Abigail who was techincally John’s, would go to him for every one of their needs or wants. Morgan was gone most days and they still gathered around him when he returned and asked after him every waking second of the day. It disgusted Micah that they blantantly held favortism.

He would never approach Tilly, even if she had the most beautiful dark skin and wore that yellow dress that made her look like a little sunflower. He wouldn’t stoop that low.

Karen had nice tits and wasn’t afraid to drink, but she was loud. God awful loud, like a bird choking on a fish. Plus, Micah was sure Sean would throw a fit if he ever tried to make a move on Karen. Sean’s annoying Irish whine was almost worse than Karen’s drunken squawking.

Abigail, oh she was pretty. He cursed the day John went and got her pregnant, officially ending her whoring days five years ago. She even had a cute snorting laugh, but only Morgan and Hosea seemed to get her to let it out. Her kid, whatever his name was, was a pest that would run around without a care in the world. Not to mention if Micah was messing around with her, he’d have Marston, Morgan and the Old man gunning for him. Blegh, no thank you.

Miss Grimshaw was too old for Micah’s standards. She acted like there was a stick up her ass, and maybe there was. She used to be Dutch’s bitch all those years ago, making it a bit of a taboo to even attempt to approach her. Same went for Molly, as pretty as she was. Those two were off limits, as far as Micah could tell.

Mrs. Adler was just about as wild as she was attractive, and she would probably cut his pecker off if he approached her. She was sobbing most the time anyway.

That just left Mary-Beth, the hopeless romantic. Micah genuinely liked Mary-Beth and her low cut dress. Sure, he didn’t really understand some of her rambling wants about some fantasy guy who oftentimes sounded a lot like Morgan, but her freckles and the way she smiled when talking about her book always made his heart thump a little faster.

He had tried being nice to her before Blackwater. Greetings here and there, tips of his hat, that sort of bullshit. The damn freeze of Colter happened and everyone was in a piss-poor mood before they traveled down to New Hanover. Then he got imprisoned in Strawberry and was away from camp for nie on two weeks.

But now that they were at Clemens point and things were quiet, Micah planned to make his move. He had been in the Rhodes General store buying cigarettes when he saw a leather bound jounral on the shelf. He wasn’t one for journaling, it was a waste of time to write down his own thoughts, but Mary-Beth liked writing those silly little romances.

He approached the counter with the pack of cigarettes and the journal, laying them down in a huff. His heart was jerking uncomfortably in his chest, and his back was sweating through his shirt. The clerk tried to make small talk with him, but he just shot him a glare from under the brim of hat and went on his way.

Baylock greeted him with a snort and a stomp of his hoof. The tempermental nag even had the balls to sidestep when Micah went to mount him after putting the journal safely in his saddle bags.

“I will cut those damn balls off, boy, test me again.” Micah hissed through his bristly moustache.

The cobalt steed calmed and allowed Micah to swing himself into his saddle. On the way back to Clemens Point, Micah made it a point to stab his spurs into Baylock’s flanks as punishment for his transgressions. Baylock pinned his ears and wheezed as they galloped through the thick woodland that kept Clemens Point hidden from prying eyes.

Williamson on guard duty could hardly ask who was there before Micah flew by and cantered to the designated horse area. The O’Driscoll looked up from the detailing of a saddle when Baylock nickered and came to a sliding halt.

“Hey, O’Driscoll, unsaddle my horse.” Micah shouted while sliding off Baylock and searching through his saddle bag for the newly bought journal.

“M-mister I ain-”

“I don’t think I asked, O’Driscoll. Are we gonna have a problem?” The O’Driscoll shook his head, bowing to hide under his ridiculous straw hat. “Good, now be a good boy and do what I asked.”

Micah didn’t turn around to see if he followed through with his orders, his mind more set on the beautiful Gaskill sitting at the center table. Her hair was done up with half of it up and the other cascading in curled locks down her back. Clad in a maroon skirt, white low cut shirt and dark pink waistcoat, she looked radiant with the way the bright sun caught on her necklace made her breasts pop.

The only problem was that damn Morgan was talking to her at the table. He couldn’t just go up and give her the journal without an explanation, especially with Morgan right there. He’d be made a laughing stock. With a growl, Micah made a beeline for his tent. He would wait until that night, corner Mary-Beth to give her the journal and express himself to her. Yes, that was a good plan.

Micah sighed softly as he sat on his bedroll and looked down at the leather, flipping through the pages. They were good quality, or he thought they were. Surely, Mary-Beth would appreciate the gift. An uneasy feeling settled in his gut, something he only felt when something went wrong. He wasn’t a nervous human, but the thought of courting Mary-Beth made his stomach twist up and heart skip a beat. Maybe this was a bad idea? No, any idea he came up with was never a bad one, just needed some improvising if it went wrong.

In the heat of the Lemoyne sun, Micah laid out on his bed roll and tipped his hat down to hide his face, hands cupped under his head. His hair felt greasy and tangled, maybe he should go to the Flat Iron and wash up a bit before approaching Mary-Beth? His shirt also felt damp and rough against his skin.

With a snarl of frustration, Micah sat up and trampled around his tent to grab a sliver of soap and a ragged wash cloth. A clean dark grey button up lay at the bottom of his chest, he hadn’t worn it since… he didn’t know when. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the shirt and left his tent with a flourish. The things he did for women.

No one spared him a glance as he walked to the lakeshore, following it until he found a partly hidden cove. He stripped down and waded into the water, scrubbing at his skin with the soap wrapped in the cloth until the blonde hairs on his chest were suddy and the faint smell of cedar filled his nostrals. He spent more time on washing his hair, dunking his head under the water and latehring it with soap.

Scratching at his moustache made him think maybe he should shave too, but the stubborn part of his mind told him he was already doing too much to impress Mary-Beth. He shook his head like a dog and wrung out the long strands before exiting the cove and using his old shirt to pat himself dry. Before leaving the cove he saw a flower nestled in a patch of bulrush. Its petals were white that bled to a dark pink. It reminded Micah of that marooon getup Mary-Beth was wearing at the domino table earlier.

He picked the flower without a second thought and hid it in the folds of his red shirt.

He returned to camp dressed in the grey shirt and his dusty white pants, hat low on his head. He knew people were looking at him now, freshly bathed and in a new shirt. It made his skin prickle unpleasantly, but snapping at that scrawny mutt that wandered into camp made him gain some control back of the situation.

After storing the soap and his dirty shirt back in his chest, Micah flopped on his bedroll, the flower stem pinched between his fingers. He wondered briefly what kind of flower it was, but he was sure Mary-Beth wouldn’t care. His mouth felt dry and his heart did that stupid pitter patter in his ribcage. A sip or two of whiskey calmed his nerves before he gathered the journal and flower in his hands.

The sun was just starting to bathe the sky in a mellow orange color, and most people were off doing whatever after dinner. Marston, Uncle, and Javier were sitting around the main fire, and Morgan’s horse was gone.

Slicking back his still damp hair, Micah slinked around the tents toward the girls’ tent. He got lucky enough that Karen and Tilly weren’t anywhere nearby, but Mary-Beth was curled up on the ground scribbling away in a journal.

Micah stopped a few feet off to the side of her tent, working his jaw and trying to figure out the right words to say. Morgan would know what to say without a problem, prolly something flirty or a greeting-

“Uhm… good evening, Mr. Bell…?” Mary-Beth’s quiet voice broke him from his thoughts and pushed him to action.

“Good evenin’, Ms. Gaskill-” Micah awkwardly shuffled closer to the bedrolls before playing with the leather of the journal in his hands, “I uh, I came to- Shit. Here.” With a severe lack of flattery, Micah held the book out to Mary-Beth.

Mary-Beth tilted her head and confusion flashed on her face as she slowly set down her pencil and journal. “What’s this for?”

“I uh- saw ya like to write, and I saw this at the general store.” Micah said dumbly before remembering the flower he was worrying in his calloused hands. “And uh saw this at the shore line, thought ya might like it.”

Micah could have imagined the light blush that colored Mary-Beth’s cheeks in the evening lighting, but she took the flower, their fingers brushing. “Oh, why… I’m sorry, Mr. Bell this is all very… odd.” She twisted the flower stem in her grasp, not meeting his eyes as she chewed on her lip.

Micah turned away, teeth gritting together as anger surged up through his body. Of course she would reject him just like every other whore-

“Thank you, though. It’s a very lovely gift, and the journal too. Mine is on it’s last few pages…” Mary-Beth took one of the curled locks of her hair and tugged on it bashfully.

Micah blinked, the anger draining from his body like a long needed piss. “Oh, uh, you’re welcome, Ms. Gaskill. I-I’ll leave ya to your writin’ now.” As Micah swiftly walked away he heard Mary-Beth’s muffled giggle. It wasn’t born of ill-humor, but it sounded like it was a flustered one.

He could get used to hearing that more often.

#my writing #rarepair asks #rarepair #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #micah bell #mary beth gaskill #tw: sexism #tw: racism #tw: animal harm #asks

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pearlsephoni · 2 years

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TsukkiYama Week, Day 6: Pining | Yearning | Longing

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: T

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Tsukkiyama (Tsukishima/Yamaguchi)

Characters: Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Hitoka Yachi

Word Count: 2,804

Summary: The start of his final year of high school pushes Kei into finally being honest about what, or who, he wants.

A/N: Author’s notes can be read on AO3.

The words escaped him during a meet-up between himself, Yamaguchi, and Yachi. Yamaguchi was meeting with Takeda while Kei and Yachi waited in an empty classroom, the new captain apparently picking up some paperwork from their coach.

It was strange. Something about starting their third year, their final year of high school, filled Kei with a weird, panicky urgency. Not about his classes, or his college options, or the volleyball club, but about his feelings for Yamaguchi. The feelings that had been growing and changing for the worse part of five years, ever since they became best friends in middle school.

And now they were at the beginning of the end of high school, and the sight of Hinata and Kageyama sharing secret smiles and hooking pinkies before games filled Kei with wistfulness instead of exasperation or disgust. Which was…a little horrifying. He did not want to envy anything about those two, thank you very much.

But he did. He did envy them. He also would rather die than admit that to either of them, much less ask them for advice. Which left him with nowhere to turn to, except…

“Yachi-san.”

“Hm?” Yachi’s head jerked up to stare at him, all wide eyes and questioning brows. There was no judgment to be seen on her face — there never was — but Kei still felt like her gaze was a microscope he was trapped under for her perusal. She had become much less nervous since their first year, her anxiety still lingering but now joined by a quiet sense of observation and discernment that even Kei wasn’t sure he could match. “Is something wrong, Tsukishima?”

“Nothing’s wrong, just…I had a question.”

“Oh!” She straightened at that, setting her pencil down in favor of focusing completely on him. “What’s up?”

Kei didn’t set his pencil down. He just let it twirl between his fingers in what he hoped was the only sign of his nerves. “You…you were one of the first people who knew about Hinata and Kageyama, right?”

Yachi’s brows furrowed just a bit, no doubt surprised by his use of their real names and not just “those idiots.” “Yeah! I, um…I actually helped Hinata realize his feelings for Kageyama.”

Kei’s lips twisted, and he blurted, “Why’d you go and do that?”

A small laugh escaped Yachi, letting some of the confused concern on her face melt away, much to Kei’s quiet relief. “I didn’t mean to! It honestly was an accident, but I don’t regret it at all.”

Kei let out a soft huff of a laugh. “I’ll regret it for you. But that wasn’t my question.” He could feel heat crawling up his neck as his gaze dodged Yachi’s, fixing instead on the pencil that was picking up speed between his fingers. “How…how did those two start dating?”

Aaaaand the confusion was back on Yachi’s face. Shit. “What do you mean?”

“Just…somehow they liked each other, and somehow they figured that out, but how did they…I dunno, move forward from that?” His ears were feeling warm now, no thanks to the understanding that was slowly creeping over those kind features. Double shit. “It’s…forget it, it’s a stupid question.”

“It’s not stupid! I think it’s sweet that you’re curious!” Kei wasn’t sure that was any better, but he so rarely got to see her look so indignant that it felt worth it anyway. “But…the answer is honestly simple. Hinata just…confessed to Kageyama. I think it was after you all qualified for Nationals our first year? I wasn’t there for that conversation, of course, but when Hinata told me how it went, he said that he just…said how he felt, and Kageyama kissed him after he got over his surprise.” Yachi shrugged, a fond smile pulling at her lips. “The rest is history.”

Of course. Of course it was that simple. He shouldn’t have expected anything less from those idiots. Hinata couldn’t have overthought all the ways confessing could go wrong, because that would require him to have more than one volleyball-shaped brain cell rattling around in his head. And Kageyama was so socially stunted that of course his next course of action after finding out Hinata liked him was to kiss him.

His exasperation must’ve shown on his face, because Yachi’s fond smile became amused, though the knowing glint in her eye still lingered. “Why do you ask?”

“What?”

“Why are you asking about them? They’ve been dating for almost two years, but this is the first time you’ve acted curious about them.”

Usually Kei found Yachi’s intelligence, both academic and otherwise, to be a refreshing break from the simplemindedness of Hinata and Kageyama. But now it made his shoulders stiffen and his fingers itch to tug his headphones back over his ear. “I…I just can’t believe they figured their shit out so fast. And that they’re still together. It almost makes me think they have working brain cells for something besides volleyball.”

Yachi hummed in agreement. “They’re just honest with themselves, and with each other. I think…I think when you’re honest about your feelings, no one can really hold them against you. Maybe they won’t agree, but at least then you can start to work past that, instead of letting those feelings sort of…fester.” Kei’s eyes flickered from his spinning pencil to Yachi’s face, and he felt his heart sink at the open understanding lining her kind features. “And if they do agree, then you can start to build something wonderful out of it…right?”

This couldn’t be happening. Kei couldn’t be getting subtextual romantic advice from Yachi. It was too close to how Hinata had figured his shit out, and Kei would rather die than have their crushes be similar in any way, shape, or form.

And yet…Yachi was right. Of course she was. Kei couldn’t even think of anything to say that could deflect away from his feelings, because it was obvious that she’d already figured him out. And that was mortifying.

He didn’t end up needing to say anything. Just as the silence threatened to stretch a little too long, Yamaguchi — sweet, kind, awkward, hardworking, anxious Yamaguchi — came stumbling into the club room with two boxes stacked precariously in his arms. One was significantly smaller than the other, and it didn’t look like Yamaguchi really needed help with them, but Kei still jumped at the chance to leave the suddenly-vulnerable conversation. “Are you trying to kill yourself?” he scoffed as he took the smaller box, allowing Yamaguchi to better adjust the heavier box in his arms.

“Sorry, Tsukki,” he laughed a little breathlessly. “Takeda-sensei told me the new jackets just came in, and it looks like we’ll have enough for the new members!”

Kei finally thought to look down at the box he was holding. It was open, revealing a small stack of messily-filled in applications for the team. “These…these are all for…?”

“Yeah!” Yamaguchi looked both thrilled and a little terrified. “Yachi-san, there’s even an application from someone who wants to become the next manager!”

“Really?!” Yachi shot to her feet and peered into the box Kei held, their conversation seemingly forgotten. “Oh, that’s wonderful! I wasn’t sure how to go about finding a new manager.”

Kei was more than happy to let them chatter on about the applications and the logistics of having so many first years on the team. He had enough occupying his mind already.

He tried to quiet his racing thoughts for the rest of the day, tried to focus on going through the motions of wrapping up the meeting, packing up his things, and making his way home with Yamaguchi to get some studying done. He even managed to get some assignments done, though it was only because Yamaguchi had sprawled across the floor while Kei was perched on his bed. Their positions allowed him to not face him directly and be constantly distracted by the uncharacteristic seriousness that fell over Yamaguchi’s face whenever he was especially focused.

Not that he wasn’t still distracted by the sound of Yamaguchi’s laughter whenever he made a dry joke, or him humming along to the soft music they were playing, or the sight of his smile. But, well. At least it wasn’t constant. And yes, he felt wretched with his feelings for his best friend, but he also felt safe, and comfortable, and familiar. It was like a bubble of comfort that he only ever got to be in with Yamaguchi.

That bubble popped when Yamaguchi glanced at his phone and gasped. “Woah, it’s later than I thought. I gotta go, Tsukki!”

“Wha— oh, right. Do you want to stay for dinner?”

Yamaguchi shocked his head with a small, excited smile. “My mom’s coming home for dinner tonight, so I’m gonna eat with her. Thanks, though!”

“Yeah, of course.”

He watched as Yamaguchi packed up his things, which were strewn around the room as though he were in his own house: his jacket was tossed on top of Kei’s over the back of his desk chair, his pencils and pens were mingled with Kei’s on the floor, and he had to toss a pillow he’d stolen back onto Kei’s bed.

And it was as he moved around Kei’s room with a comfort and ease that could only come from years of friendship, and as Kei watched how easily and naturally their lives were intertwined, and how unrecognizable his life would be without Yamaguchi, that Kei realized with a jolt to his heart that…this was it. He had to tell him now. Because if he did it now, in this small, quiet, intimate space that held years of memories…then maybe Yamaguchi wouldn’t push him away. Maybe he would be reminded of their time together, and that would be enough to make him still want Kei in his life, even after he ruined it all with his stupid feelings and his stupid crush and the stupid way his heart felt too big for his chest.

“Yamaguchi.” His friend looked up from his backpack, eyebrows raised over sweet eyes in a silent question. For some reason, that expression nearly made Kei want to give up — it was so full of innocent trust and curiosity, like Yamaguchi would give him anything he asked, no questions asked. Except for this.

Kei swallowed harshly around the cotton in his throat, but his voice was still a little hoarse as he forced out, “I…have something to tell you. Before you go.”

Yamaguchi watched him for a moment. Kei didn’t know what expression was on his face, but whatever it was made Yamaguchi leave his backpack on the floor to sit next to him on the bed. “You okay? You…look like you’re constipated.”

The blunt words were so unexpected that Kei couldn’t help coughing out a laugh, and the smile that Yamaguchi couldn’t quite bite back betrayed that that was exactly what he’d wanted. “Shut up, Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki!”

God, it was all so…familiar, and comfortable, and right, and this was so stupid, he was so stupid for wanting to change this, but he couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to kiss Yamaguchi quiet instead of grumbling at him, what it would be like to hold his hand and brush his shaggy hair from his face and— “I like you.”

His mind didn’t catch up with his words until he watched Yamaguchi’s eyes widen and his smile slide off his face. “…What?”

Shit, fuck, dammit, this was all wrong, he had so much he wanted to say, so much he’d wanted to tell Yamaguchi as a disclaimer before he dropped the bomb: that he didn’t need to return his feelings out of some sense of misplaced guilt, that he didn’t want this to ruin their friendship, that this didn’t have to mean anything if Yamaguchi didn’t want it to.

But he didn’t do that. No, he just blurted out his feelings like…like he was goddamn Hinata, and he had no one to be mad at but himself for that comparison.

Well. He’d just have to be reparative instead of preventative, fix the problem he’d created instead of trying to keep it from happening in the first place. “I…I like you, as more than a friend. It doesn’t have to change anything, I just wanted to let you know because it felt unfair for you to not know that my feelings for you were changing while you thought our friendship was staying the same. But I’d rather nothing change than…than it all to end. I know you don’t know feel the same, just—”

“Says who?”

Kei blinked, his eyes jumping from the blanket thread he was picking at to look at Yamaguchi. His heart jolted at the fierce look in his eyes — it was the same look he had right before a serve, the same look he had in their first year, when he’d grabbed him by the shirt and screamed at him for the first time in their entire friendship. The sight made Kei forget his words, until all he could muster was a dumb, “What?”

“Who says I don’t feel the same?”

“…Common sense?” Embarrassment and confusion mingled within him, threatening to mix into anger. “Why…why would you feel the same?”

“Why?” Yamaguchi shifted until he was fully facing Kei, one leg bent onto his bed as he leaned in. “Why? Because you’re my best friend and one of my favorite people in the world and you make me a better person and—”

“Hold on, you’re all that for me—”

“We’re that for each other because that’s what best friends are, Tsukki!!”

Kei should’ve hated the incredulous look on Yamaguchi’s face, as though he were staring at the dumbest being alive, but his mind was too focused on the fact that he hadn’t been rejected yet. “What…what are you saying?”

“I’m saying—” Yamaguchi’s voice cracked, forcing him to stop and take a deep breath before he could continue in a calmer voice. “I’m saying that I like you, and I can’t believe you like me back, but I also hate that you can’t believe I like you, and I hate that we’re arguing when we could be kissing already—”

Kei was not Hinata. He did not act without thinking, did not speak first and ask questions later. He liked to think that he had a pretty decent head on his shoulders.

But there was an exception to every rule, and his, it turned out, was hearing Yamaguchi say he wanted to kiss him. Before he could listen to any more of Yamaguchi’s ranting, Kei was taking those freckled cheeks in his hands and pressing their lips together.

A soft, surprised sound escaped Yamaguchi at the press of their lips, but before Kei could pull away and check that he was okay, there were gentle fingers sinking into his hair and holding him close. Those soft lips parted under his, making way for a tentative tongue to lick into his mouth, and Kei couldn’t stop a quiet moan from bubbling up his throat.

He didn’t know how long they kissed each other on his bed, but it felt both too long and too short. When they eventually parted, his cheeks felt on-fire and his eyes were heavy, and his heart squeezed when he saw the same dazed expression on Yamaguchi’s face. “Wow, Tsukki,” the other boy murmured. “Where’d you learn to kiss like that?”

“You really think I had anyone to practice on? Me?”

“All the chocolates you get on Valentine’s Day would say ‘yes.’” Yamaguchi’s smile was teasing, but it couldn’t hide the glint of insecurity in those dark eyes.

“Don’t be stupid,” Kei sighed, his voice gentle to soften his words. “You know I never cared about those. This whole time, I was just…just…”

Yamaguchi’s features softened into a fond smile of disbelief. “You really liked me? All this time?”

“...Yeah. What about you?”

“Me, too, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi laughed, leaning forward to rest his forehead on Kei’s shoulder. “Man…we could’ve been doing this the whole time. Why didn’t either of us say anything?”

Kei’s hand automatically rose to start stroking through Yamaguchi’s dark, green-ish hair. “Because our friendship was worth more than the risk of ruining it?”

“Mm…yeah,” he sighed, lifting his head just enough to look into Kei’s eyes with a small smile. “At least now we can make up for some lost time, right?”

Kei couldn’t believe this was real, couldn’t believe his crush and best friend really liked him back, couldn’t believe he could kiss and hold him the way he’d wanted to all this time. Disbelief and luck washed over him and made him breathless, leaving him with just enough air to whisper, “Right.”

They had one more year of high school. One more year before everything would change. Kei was determined to make it the best one yet.

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hourcat · 1 year

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hey I was reading your obj/Eli stuff (I know it’s been years) and I was wondering a couple things…

how did u get into them?

how do you write a ship when no one else is - like what motivates u?

how do u feel about them now??

I want to say okay they are amazingly written etc the characterization GOD keebevh but personally I always feel bittersweet when in a small ship fandom and quite sad when there are no longer any works for years. and gosh I shipppp it so much

oh my god. my love. hello!!! i literally did not even realize people still ventured back in n the nfl rpf archives to see yingyang!verse 🥺🥺 im so touched 🫶 and am so so happy to answer ur questions!!!! i woke up earlier than normal, checked my inbox n read this ask, and could not stop thinking abt it when i tried to go back to sleep, lol. so i'll put em under a read more bc i get the feeling im gonna be rambly

how did u get into them?

by watching the games, honestly. LOL. i always enjoyed their relationship on the field (eli threw more touchdowns to odell than anyone else in his sixteen year career, which is an insane fact considering they only played together for like....five of those years) and as a giants fan obviously i was like “YES I WANT FIVE MORE OF THOSE LITTLE BLONDE BITCHES” because it was so, so fun to watch them.

but what drove me to shipping them romantically was a moment i first caught after the giants/dolphins game in 2015. the giants won (something they RARELY do, especially during the O years) and like always, at the end of the broadcast, the camera kind of meanders around the field to catch some post-game shots. and i saw eli and odell huddled real close together. i couldn’t figure out what they were doing but i knew it was kind of sus u know. upon further investigation (aka me desperately searching youtube for game footage) i found it.

this.

and that’s where it really started. QBs always have really intimate relationships with their WRs when they’ve got good on-field chemistry and these two were truly, truly no exception.

how do you write a ship when no one else is - like what motivates u?

honestly i would say it was hard but tbh? it wasn’t hard at all. when you love a pairing enough and you SEE what they are enough, it’s easy to write because it’s all you think about. you know? i had a good little mini-circle around me about them which helped me generate the ideas, and i have always craved attention and validation so of course i was gonna post it to ao3 even if no one else cared. i wrote SO much more than the yyverse content up there, too, but i was terribly afraid of the way i’d put eli/odell on the filters section singlehandedly so i stopped lol. it all went to my e/o fic library archive on here (@eoverse).

it also made it so much better when people who DIDN’T care about them suddenly did because of my fics?? which was SUCH motivation, too. being the one to open someone’s eyes like that is a special privilege imo. it’s power but in like...a tender kind of way. like holding someone’s hand and bringing them into the light. i was so addicted to that feeling.

how do u feel about them now??

oh, they devastate me. for a while i was so mad at odell after he got traded because it felt like he left me (and eli, ESPECIALLY, considering the fact that eli didn’t even know he got traded until ESPN announced it like he rest of us. dave gettleman i am in your fucking walls) and it kind of ended on a sour note. they didn’t talk to each other for a while. they never won anything substantial together which just felt like a deeper knife to the gut.

and then i moved on. and discovered that eli is actually rearranging the guts of the quarterback who replaced him after retirement (the elidj agenda is real and insane and you should not ask me about it because i have written, if possible, MORE about them than i did e/o) and for a while, kind of forgot. but my love for eli/odell never really faded, i don’t think. it’s nostalgia. i miss when odell was young. i miss when eli played. i miss how they hugged every pre-game, i miss how they would bump helmets tenderly after every touchdown, i miss the weird little sus quotes like “take me home, 10″ because who says that. who.

and now with odell potentially interested in coming back to the giants after all these years i’m like....this is going to be like tearing open an old wound, huh. they were my whole heart for so long. they are my BABIES. they are the first fics i wrote that truly, truly meant something real to me. so i think i still love them. not the same way, of course, but like...is it ever the same after a tragedy like they had?

oh my god i’m so sorry i wrote you an essay you were just being nice and asking questions about yyverse THANK YOU FOR BEING INTERESTED AND READING I LOVE YOU

#i literally wrote an essay under the cut this is so embarrassing #the e/o power is real.#my 10 x 13 tag is full of insane shit too btw in case you did not know.#tagging this for quick reference for u<3 #10 x 13 #ask reply #Anonymous

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

*-*-*

That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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ch. lxii - curiosity killed the cat

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

The three remaining boys, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yunho rushed downstairs to see what the commotion was all about. Though they were nervous, they were also curious and they were not going to be the only ones left behind with the information.

But when they stepped onto the living area, they were confused at the sight upon them.

San and Wooyoung were nowhere to be found, Yeosang had a look of utter surprise which was a rare sight, a teary Jongho was standing next to Mingi who was fully crying, and in front of them was a person clad in a black hoodie and a pair of black sweats. The person's back was to the three so they didn't know who it was.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Hongjoong asked with all the strength he could muster. The others who stood in front of the person clad in black could only look at the leader but weren't able to utter a single word.

Slowly, the unknown person turned their body towards the three. All eyes widened and their breaths hitched, the sight before them was just too confusing to comprehend.

"What are you doing here?" Hongjoong asked.

"And who are you?" Yunho added.

The person took his hood off to reveal a man around their age, charming with a glint of playfulness as he smirked at them.

But before he could introduce himself, Mingi had beaten him to the punch, "this is (Y/N)'s cousin who also studied here," he said. The man nodded and grin widely, "Howdy, I'm Haknyeon," he then stuck his hand out for any of the three to shake, "Joo Haknyeon, pleased to meet your acquaintance,"

Before either one of the three could shake his hand, however, Mingi lunged forward to try and grab at Haknyeon's sweater. Luckily, Yeosang and Jongho managed to hold the larger guy back.

"Skip the pleasantries, Haknyeon, and tell them what you told us" he growled. Haknyeon only raised an eyebrow and smirked in amusement, "wow, (Y/N) was right when she said you're a ticking time bomb. No one is ever THAT happy, ever tried counselling, big guy?" he poked.

Then he turned around to the three still confused boys with a distraught expression, "It's about (Y/N)," he started.

"Oh God," Yunho yelped out, his hand immediately gripped onto the arm of the closest person which was Seonghwa.

"What about (Y/N)?" Seonghwa asked, voice cracking from nerves. Haknyeon looked like he didn't wanna talk, but the hopeful eyes in front of him struck something deep in him, "she... left," he said.

"Yeah, she left us, we know that," Yunho clarified, "no, she... LEFT left," Haknyeon stressed.

The boys behind Haknyeon let out choked out tears once again as the Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Yunho felt like their world just shattered.

San and Wooyoung came back from the kitchen, San looking dishevelled and distraught as Wooyoung tailed after him, looking more or less the same but not worse.

"Tell me where she went," San demanded once he fully stood in front of Haknyeon. He was about to grab the stranger's hoodie in his hands but Wooyoung luckily prevented him.

Haknyeon took a step back from San to evade being grabbed, "can't do that, sorry, I promised her," he shrugged simply.

By this point, you could feel the tension in the room. The once sorrowful boys now had veins popping on their foreheads and they seemingly had their brains connected as they took a step towards Haknyeon together. The intruder was cornered in the middle of eight menacing men.

"See, Haknyeon, I told you sticking to the script would've been better,"

All nine heads snapped towards the direction of the kitchen where you stood, hands on your waist and your luggage and bag by your side.

Haknyeon grinned innocently and shrugged, "And where would the fun be there?" he joked, slipping himself from between the boys towards you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and grinned widely at the eight now-dumbstruck men, "If you guys haven't figured it out, I was kidding, (Y/N)'s perfectly fine and she's back, she just needs my help to slip in here as a distraction while she slipped from the back," he said proudly.

But the silence in the room was deafening. Neither one of the boys reacted whatsoever. If you look closely, you're sure that neither of them was even blinking.

Seeing and feeling the tension, Haknyeon cringed and pat your head softly, "yeesh, tough crowd. I'll let you handle them on your own," he said simply before leaving from the back door where you came.

When the door closed behind Haknyeon, you finally realized that you now have to face the consequence of your action.

Luckily, you didn't have to break the silence.

"(Y/N)? Is that really you?" Jongho choked out, surprisingly. Out of everyone there, you thought the first ones to welcome you would've been Mingi, San, or Wooyoung, or even Seonghwa.

A smile broke on your face and your shoulders slumped in relief, "Yeah, it's really me, Ho,"

You were about to take walk towards them all when Yeosang stepped forward with a hand outstretched, motioning you to stop.

"You think you can just easily walk in here and we would just so easily accept you back?" he spat out.

Your feet stopped in its track and your heart dropped to your stomach.

"Accept me back? What do you mean accept me back, was I ever rejected by you all?" you couldn't help but ask, feeling like Yeosang didn't mean what he said.

But you were dead wrong.

"You left out of the blue, without any explanation, leaving us scrambling around like headless chicken looking for you. YOU rejected us first," he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "I didn't reject you guys- oh my God, I had to get away from here for a while and I couldn't tell any of you! I didn't have time because I was pressed, FORCED to leave and having to keep my mouth shut about everything, I was miserable when I left," your voice cracked on its own mid-sentence without you realizing.

A scoff left Yeosang's mouth, "No one forced you to do anything, (Y/N), you LEFT, you CHOSE to do that all on your own," he turned a bit to point at Mingi, Wooyoung, and Jongho, "You left those three crying their eyes out for you, there wasn't a day when Mingi wouldn't actively go out to look for you with one of the others, do you know that your former RA almost got his ass tied to a restriction order?" he then moved again to point at the three oldest, "Hwa hyung and Yunho barely ate, too stressed to even keep food down, Hwa hyung had to take medicine for the toll of stress on his body and Joong hyung barely went out of his room, he tried to distract himself from the fact that you left without saying anything, some of us had to force him to eat and sleep,"

Then suddenly he gripped onto San's hand and brought him forward. Your heart broke at how sunken San looked, bags under his eyes and he seemed visibly smaller and weaker, "and San here got so depressed that he wasn't able to function whatsoever. I had to make sure he got out of his bed and move around every day or else I'm sure that he would've died," Yeosang's voice cracked as tears began streaming down his eyes.

Yunho took a step forward and look around at everyone, "G-guys, let's calm down a bit-"

But he was cut off by Yeosang who had let his emotion took over him completely.

"You left us! You left us broken-hearted and confused and lonely and ruined! So no, you don't get to waltz here so easily, thinking that we'd just accept you with open arms after the crap you pulled. If you wanted to be a wandering tramp, then why even bother coming back? Did you get bored out there? Or were your conquest turned out to be a failure? We were genuine about you, yet you simply shrugged us off like dust," he screamed at you.

You didn't even realize that your own tears had run down your own face. You looked around for the other boys for help, but neither one were looking at you. They were actively avoiding your stare.

Seeing Yeosang's chest heaving heavily with lips trembling, Seonghwa took a step closer to him and pulled him back slowly.

"Yeosang, come on, man, not like this. Not now. Let's take a deep breath first, okay?" he said softly despite his own obvious bubbling emotion.

Maybe it was the raw emotion and the vulnerable state Yeosang was in, but he simply let Seonghwa drag him back slowly until they both retreated to the stairs.

One by one, starting from Jongho then Hongjoong and Wooyoung, then San slowly followed whilst keeping his eyes glued to the floor, they all left you. Your heartbeat quickened when you watched their retrieving figure, backs towards you so coldly.

Not that you could blame them, Yeosang made a point about you leaving just like that without any notice.

All that left were Yunho and Mingi.

As they looked at each other, you could see that they were debating whether to welcome you or not.

Your hope was immediately crushed as they simply gave you a broken-hearted stare and followed the other six, disappearing to their own rooms.

So all that's left was you, out in the open.

All alone.

Vulnerable.

How you wish you could turn back time and changed your decision.

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gingersnappish · 3 years

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KYLUX RECS 2020-2021

My Kylux Recs in the last year (Aug, 20 2020 - Aug 20 2021)

SO. MUCH. GOOD. FIC!!! We are really lucky in this fandom to have so much good stuff to read!

Fic is part of the lifeblood of fandom, in my opinion-it shares new ideas and AUs and fleshes out the characters and most of all it inspires and entertains us all and engenders all sorts of feels for the characters-it’s part of what keeps us shipping! So a big ‘thank you’ to all the fic authors out there who work so hard at their craft and are generous enough to share it with all of us!

The following list is by no means comprehensive-there are LOTS and lots more very good fics that have been published in the last year that I haven’t read. I just wanted to offer up a few recs from what I know I enjoyed so far! (I also have more than fits on one list to rec-I’ll try and do another list soon!) As always, I rec based on personal taste, and I highly encourage reading all the tags/warnings on any given work to make sure it’ll be to your taste! -

The Flirtation Of Flowers

DaisyChainz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29771553

Words: 5,917

Rating: Teen

Summary:Kylo runs his farm's stall at the Farmer's Market every weekend. He has a new customer, a gorgeous redhead that is curious about the meanings of his bouquets. Kylo doesn't know anything about that, so he makes stuff up to keep the man coming back every week.

My thoughts on the rec: This is the cutest slice of a modern AU kylux-it really nails Kylo’s personality as a (slightly awkward) flirt who is trying his best and just really likes the redhead who keeps coming to buy flowers. Just a sweet little fic all ‘round!

all i have to do is dream

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18709426/chapters/44373613

Words: 11,456

Rating: Teen

Summary:Armitage Hux has been going to the same bar every Thursday for the last year, nursing a crush on the gorgeous, unobtainable bartender, Kylo Ren. He finally gets up the courage to ask him out, only to find out he has some unusual competition: the memory of a red-haired boy from Kylo's past, who Kylo swears is the soulmate that got away from him.A fill for this SoftKyluxKinks prompt:Anonymous asked: Benarmie with young Ben (around 11 years old) having a huge crush on Armitage (16). Hux finds it adorable but mostly ignores him because he's a kid. Flash forward a few years when Ben is all grown up and Hux is the one with a huge crush.

My thoughts on the rec: This is another really cute young modern AU! I like the idea that Ren has liked Hux forever, but this deals nicely with the age gap and that Hux really wouldn’t notice Ren back until they are both appropriately older. And they make such a cute couple-it’s a great progression from just ‘he’s hot’-like, there is a lot more to them than that in the end!

Homecoming

sigo

(really, read anything by sigo, it’s all my favorite)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27150808

Words: 13,450

Rating: Explicit

Summary:“We’re off the next two weeks, you know.”“Yes, I know.” There was emergency construction scheduled to fix cracking asphalt too near a pipe in the center of campus. The buses couldn’t run, and that phenomenon was the only thing that ever cancelled classes. Halloween was dead center in the unplanned time off school, and every bar within a fifteen mile radius would be untenable as the students celebrated. Hux was planning on staying home, catching up on grading. He was rather looking forward to an opportunity to reread his favorite novels. They were already stacked by the couch in preparation.“My family always throws a Halloween party and they got word that I could come this year,” Kylo said, shuffling his feet. He looked almost bashful.“Ren, it’s midnight,” Hux sighed at his infuriating coworker. “Get to it.”“I may have informed my entire family previously that we were dating.”

My thoughts on the rec: One of my all-around fav fics from the last year’s worth of my reading material! It’s got the modern AU vibes down pat without losing their personalities or making them too OOC, it’s got the fake-dating trope done REALLY well, it’s got a wonderful creepy vibe strung delicately throughout for the Halloween haunted setting, it’s got plot and make-outs (and more). Can’t recommend highly enough!

Thaw

thesevioletdelights

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28557180/chapters/69982587

Words: 14,316

Rating: Explicit

Summary:They have managed cooperation - efficient cooperation, even - in these past months, which is more than enough. And already nothing short of a miracle for both of them.Still. Ren was a fool to think he could simply run off and keep Hux in the dark.-----When Ren goes missing on a mysterious planet, Hux sets out to find him. He doesn't yet know that he just might find himself.

My thoughts on the rec: This, like all of violet’s fic, is HOT! Like, scorching vibes between them! It’ll draw you in and not let you go ‘til after the boys are ‘done’! And, like all of violet’s fics, the character voices and personalities are also impeccable!

Rocks Break Gifts

elderbwrry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25840237/chapters/62777839

Words: 16,706

Rating: Mature

Summary:The Rebellion has been crushed, a coup affected, and Supreme Leader Ren and his Grand Marshall Hux have settled into a domestic routine as the joint rulers of the Galaxy. Kylo wants nothing more, now, than to make his relationship with Hux official, but he can't seem to rise to Hux's challenge of a satisfactory proposal.Or, the five times Kylo proposes, and the one time Hux says yes.

My thoughts on the rec: Ahhhhh, the premise in this one is great! Like, I don’t wanna spoil the plot reveal at the end, so I can’t say too much, but there is a really good reason throughout the thing that this is a Five Times type fic and it works! It works so well and while we spend the fic ‘with’ Kylo, when we find out what Hux’s deal is, it is so satisfying! I Paint My Dreams

Marlon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26685907/chapters/65090566

Words: 26,122

Rating: General Audiences

Summary:Kylo Ren is struggling to make a name for himself in the art world but as the grandson of the great Anakin Skywalker, a legendary pop artist of the 1950s and 60s, the weight of his famous family and his own expectations is a lot to bear.After he’s rejected from a prestigious exhibition because his installations “don’t fit the theme”, Kylo heads to the pub to drink away his disappointment. Later that night as he stumbles home, he’s set upon by some would-be thieves but before they can take what’s left of his money, he’s saved by a strange man with unbelievable Medusa-like powers. The ethereally beautiful man, Armitage Hux, is a visitor from Oweynagat and he has a simple proposition for Kylo - room and board in exchange for making all Kylo’s artistic dreams come true.Sounds easy - what could possibly go wrong?

My thoughts on the rec: Oh goodness, where to start? The Irish Mythology and Fae aspect of this fic is superbly woven throughout the whole thing and the author makes it work really well! Like, this is such a unique and original take on the kylux pair, I love them, especially Fae!Hux in this! And the plot is solid and you get invested really heavily in how they are gonna wind up-at least I did! There’s some beautiful language in this-descriptions and dialogue! And I have a soft spot for Artist!Kylo!

Dating a Monster

mysticmilks

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26703904/chapters/65139415

Words: 30,401

Rating: Explicit

Summary:Ben Solo was raised to be a demon hunter, as everyone in his family has been before him. He wanted nothing more than to prove that he was worthy to his family. He lied to them and went on an unauthorized mission to catch and kill an elusive incubus. His search led him to Arkanis University, one of the most prestigious schools in the country.He was sure the mission was going to be easy, before he met the cute freshman Armitage Hux. This meeting would change the fate of both of them.

My thoughts on the rec: Add another really good one to the slightly-creepy-kylux subgenre filled with demons and dark powers! This is a great depiction of Kylo as a very determined demon hunter and Hux as a very unique quarry! I love the tension in parts of this too-well crafted! The Green Ribbon

xzombiexkittenx, Lilander (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28630845/chapters/70176921

Words: 39,679

Rating: Explicit

Summary:When Ben was fifteen he left the Jedi temple and took extreme measures to prevent the shadowy creature that infiltrated his thoughts from dragging him to the dark side. What he did left him with a great deal of chronic pain and removed his most valuable weapon, but Ben got his stubbornness from every side of the family, even the adopted ones, and he was determined to find and kill the creature.Now Senator Amidala of Naboo, Ben uses his position to make the galaxy a less awful place when he can, but being senator also gave him very useful contacts in his search for the creature. When he met Major Hux of the First Order, Ben thought he could get game-changing information out of him, one way or another, but things rarely go Ben's way and it got complicated much faster than Ben had prepared for. It's never a good idea to mix sex and politics, but Ben takes his fun where he can get it.

My thoughts on the rec: I feel like this is a very original take on ‘Senator Amidala’ Ben, at least from the stuff I’ve read-many props to the author for such a fleshed out universe, filled with likeable, believable OCs, a wonderful plot, great character motivations and voices, and a take on our main man Ben that pulled me in from the get-go! He’s sorta magnetic (in universe and to the reader)! And the sexual tension and sexy bits are very well done! I’m rooting for Ben and Hux in this, on opposites sides though they may be! Comfort Zone

LydiaBSlade

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26783797/chapters/65338117

Words: 66,766

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux is running away. He meets a tall, dark, and somewhat annoying stranger at the airport.

My thoughts on the rec: Travel writing at its best; also kylux fic at it’s best! Young, modern them trying to find their places in the world and finding each other in the process is so cute and almost tenderly done in this! This is a gentle, friendly version of modern Kylo that I fell in love with, right along with Hux! And by the way, I’m not kidding when I say travel writing-the southeast asian setting is vivid and enchanting in it’s rich detail! Outnumbered, Outgunned, Outmanuevered, and Winning

Coriesocks, Ellalba (art)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28217253/chapters/69144672

Words: 80,372

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Hux’s plans for ridding the First Order of Kylo Ren are ruined when Ren discovers his deception. With no choice but to flee, Hux ends up in the hands of the Resistance. It’s not ideal, but at least he gets a break from Ren. Until he doesn’t.When Ren starts appearing in Hux’s dreams, Hux wonders if the stress of being a spy has taken more of a toll on his sanity than he’d previously thought. And if that wasn’t bad enough, he has to deal with constant pestering from Poe and a mildly inconvenient kidnapping. Of course, it’s Ren who saves him in the end. There’s clearly no getting away from him.

My thoughts on the rec: A really interesting take on something that is both a alternate rewrite of what could have happened instead of TROS and a TROS-fix-it of sorts! Hux is stellar in this, we really get a good look in his head and Coriesocks handles it masterfully! I really liked how their relationship develops gradually in this, it’s Enemies To Lovers at its best! Bloodlines and Brandy

EmperorsVornskr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22989934/chapters/54963601

Words: 130,785

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sebastian Hux is a native of the Deep South who loathes his origins, and seeks to pull himself from the stifling quagmire, but his bloodlines call him back to the property that has blessed- and plagued- his family for centuries.Unspoken secrets fill his inheritance, skeletons fill every closet, and a monster lurks in the shadows, tied to two bloodlines joined by fate, greed and hatred that has spanned across generations.As Hux learns about his family’s tainted legacy that has now become his burden, he discovers there is more involved than just having to be the curator of property that the locals shun with hushed whispers, that he has inherited more than an estate- he also has a terrible and loathsome horror tied to his very blood.When curious young locals come calling, and Hux’s past tormentors come out of the woodwork to simper and scrabble for a piece of the newly rich, the body count begins to rise, the smell of blood in the old slaughterhouse is getting harder to hide, and Hux realises that he will need to find a better way to pacify the hulking shadow that perches on his roof every night before his hometown’s tiny population is completely decimated.

My thoughts on the rec: This one is EPIC! Like, in length (which it needs every word of for the story that is going on here) and in the great portrayal of Kylo and Hux and their relationship! It’s super original too-not just the plot but the depiction of Kylo as something ‘other’ and the Southern Gothic vibes, and Hux-this is a wonderful take on Hux! He loses none of his edge, in my opinion and yet the reader is ‘with’ him all the way through, rooting for him! The descriptions are killer too-EmperorsVornskr has a felicity of expression that kept me reading (albeit in more than one sitting). Also worth noting that this is a wonderful and carefully handled depiction of trans!Hux, in my admittedly cis opinion. The theme of finding your tribe/your people/and your special someone in this, albeit in sometimes unexpected places is warming! I enjoyed every moment of this fic! Gravity Well

kyluxtrashcompactor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/13062495/chapters/29879001

Words: 176,421

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Snoke is gone, but his death has solved nothing between Hux and Kylo Ren. The First Order's trust in their leaders wanes as they vie for power over one another, and if they cannot learn to work together, they may both lose everything they've worked for.Forging that alliance after years at each other's throats will not be as easy as letting the past die, however—they will face subterfuge, enemies in the shadows, treachery, and being stranded on a hostile planet with creatures out of nightmare, barely escaping constant danger with their lives while having only one another to rely on.And that is just the beginning.

My thoughts on the rec: I realize this one is very well known by now, but I’ll rec it again for good reason! It’s quality long-fic! I love how competent Hux is in this surival-style fic, even without the Force to save him! And Kylo is a badass! kyluxtrashcompactor is a master of the slow burn here and we’re even lucky enough to be getting a sequel (although Gravity Well will also stand perfectly on its own). The writing in this will draw you in and not let you go!

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That’s all for now! I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I did!

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