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i-think-i-did-it-again · 2 years

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A/N: Ok this wasn't meant to be this long! Whoops 😁

Warning: swearing, drugs, drinking, smut, angst

You greet the goofy group of boys and lone girl as they bound up your driveway with excited grins. It’s been so long since you’ve seen their happy faces, you almost don’t recognise them. Rook somehow thought it would be a good idea to braid his long locks and that unfortunately hasn’t changed. You can’t help but think he looks ridiculous. Slim and Baze don’t look that much different on closer inspection, perhaps a new tattoo here and there. Sophie’s hair is still blonde and hanging halfway down her back and she looks the most excited to see you. Colson’s appearance is the one that shocks you the most. He looks…exhausted. His eyes are sunken in, his skin is pale, his usual pink lips are faded and chapped. His eyes have lost their sparkle and are lifeless. The bags under his eyes tell you more than anything else, that he’s suffering. The first friend you’d ever had in LA is a shell of his former self.

Rook wraps you in a bear hug completely unaware of your disturbed expression, or so you thought. “I’ll tell you later,” he whispers in your ear as he sets you down.

Everyone else gives you a hug and makes small talk while Colson hangs back, looking like he’d rather be anywhere else but here. You welcome everyone inside and they all trail in behind you, making themselves at home. Colson chooses to stand in the doorway between your entryway and your living room. You decide to ignore him, thinking you know him well enough to know he’ll talk when he’s ready. His phone rings and he simply heads out your backdoor to answer it, not excusing himself or acknowledging that there’s anyone else in the room.

“Ok, what the hell happened?” you stand in front of the boys with beers in your hand, a scrutinising look on your face. They all avoid your eyes and you begin to feel impatient. “Spill it or I’m throwing these beers out the door!”

“Megan happened,” Slim spits and snatches a beer from your hands, the others doing the same. Your heart breaks as you take in his words and you sink down onto the couch next to Rook.

“What did she do this time?” you ask cautiously.

It’s never been a secret how Colson’s friends felt about his ex-fiance but she has a habit of coming back into his life and draining him until she gets bored and moves on again. He was devastated when she ended their engagement but she hates the idea of him moving on. Which is why she pops up again after a few months to make sure he’s still miserable and then once she’s got her hit she takes off again. No matter how nice you try to be to her, for Colson’s sake, she never liked you and she made it pretty obvious.

“She did what she always does. She texted him to find out what city we were in on tour, showed up, hung off him, demanded things, slept with him and then took off before he woke up. Her usual MO,” Baze sighs and takes a sip of his beer.

“We thought if we came here, to see you, it might perk him up but apparently we were wrong,” Sophie leans back on the couch, suddenly looking exhausted.

You feel for Colson’s close friends. Out of everyone in his life, they bear the weight of his mood swings and relationship breakdowns. Most of the time, Colson only wants you to see his fun side. When he and Megan broke up, you didn’t see him for a month because he was so depressed and he wanted you well away from him. He didn’t really want anyone around him to be fair, so you didn’t take it personally. For some reason he doesn’t talk about Megan with you, or about any women for that matter. Sometimes he opens up certain things but if all he wants to do is hangout and watch movies, that’s what you do. You respect him enough to accept that you don’t have that sort of friendship with him. That’s what he has Rook for.

“Maybe you could talk to him,” Rook practically begs, his eyes wide and innocent. You’re shock that even Colson’s go to person can’t get him to talk.

“I don’t know. We never talk about her and I just,” you start hesitantly and look down at your hands, avoiding his puppy eyes.

“He’ll talk to you about how he feels though! He doesn’t talk to us anymore, he just sulks in the corner and keeps telling us that he’s fine, like we’re fucking idiots.” Rook is on his feet pacing now. “It’s like he forgets that we know him and I fucking hate that she does this to him every time he starts feeling happy!”

“Ok Rook, calm down. I’ll talk to him, honey. It’s ok, just drink your beer.” Rook sits back down and throws back half his beer.

It’s rare to see Rook up or angry around his friends but it hurts him to see Colson so broken. You don’t really know what you could say to Colson. You grab him a beer from the fridge and head outside. He’s sitting on your shitty patio furniture, scrolling through his phone and jittering his leg with anxiety. He doesn’t hear you approach so he jumps at your voice.

“Hey, I thought you looked thirsty,” you hold the beer out to him and he just stares at it. You place it on the table in front of him and sit in the chair opposite. You don’t know how to bring it up so you decide to ease in. “How was tour? You guys looked great from what I saw.”

“Long,” he mumbles and continues to scroll through his phone.

“Colson-” you start but you’re cut off.

“Look, if you’re here to give me some sort of lecture about my fucking attitude or about treating my friends like shit, I’m not interested,” his tone is so angry and you’re taken aback. He’s never spoken to you like this before and, if you’re being honest, it hurts. “So, if you have nothing helpful to say, why don’t you run your pretty ass back inside and tell those FUCKERS THAT I’M FINE!” he yells the last part loud enough so the guys can hear him and you flinch at the volume of his voice.

“You think I have a pretty ass?” you can’t help but smile and his face shifts and he’s staring at you in stunned silence.

“That’s what you took from what I just said?”

He's trying to hide his smile from you but he’s failing miserably. He chuckles and shakes his head, placing his phone on the table and taking a sip from his beer. You decide to pounce on his changing mood and stand to your feet, rotating yourself in front of him trying to see your butt, like a dog trying to catch their tail.

“Well, no one has ever complimented my butt so I’m kind of curious. Is it really that nice?”

“The things I could do to that body,” he mumbles under his breath and you can immediately tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t meant to say that out loud.

“Please, do share,” you gesture towards him and his cheeks blush. You made Colson blush. You’re kind of proud of yourself.

“I could spend hours on your lips alone,” he admits and you’re not really sure what kind of twist this conversation has taken but at least Colson is talking and the colour has slightly returned his face. “I would wrap my hands in your soft hair, envelop myself in your scent by burying my face in your neck, watching your big, beautiful eyes roll into the back of your head while I trail kisses over those full breasts of yours,” you shift uncomfortably as moistness seeps into your panties at Colson’s descriptions. You bite your bottom lip and Colson growls at the motion. “I want to do that,” his eyes are intense, his pupils completely blown.

“Well, glad you know what you’re thinking about when we hang out,” you joke but he doesn’t laugh, he just gets to feet and sulks off to the edge of your backyard. “Colson, it was just a joke,” you follow him and reach for his arm but he shrugs you off.

“I fucking hate when she’s right,” he says between gritted teeth and now you’re confused.

“Who was right about what?” you ask softly and that seems to just be making him angrier.

“MEGAN!” he screams and you jump back with a yelp.

“Right about what?” you try to keep your voice as soft and calm as possible but your heart is racing and you can hear your blood pulsating. Nothing she’s said about you could ever be good.

“That I’m fucking attracted you! What else?” you're hurt that he thinks being attracted to you is the worst thing in the world and you can’t hide the pain in your chest.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise I was such a burden,” you hiss at him and he looks…surprised?

“Yeah, well you should be. I should’ve seen it earlier really, you were bound to trick me into wanting you. She always warned me that you were pretending, just the friend in the background until you decide I’m actually good enough for you, miss perfect fucking prentious princess,” he turns to look at you now, no emotion in his eyes. “It’s kind of funny because if it weren’t for you, she and I would be married now. Makes me kind of wish I’d never met you,” he laughs without humour. You fold your arms over your chest as a way to protect yourself from his harsh words, begging yourself not to cry.

“Get out,” you grit your teeth together and it makes you sound angry instead of upset. He shrugs and strolls straight past you and it’s not satisfying enough. You want to hurt him like he’s hurt you. “And don’t ever blame me for your fucking women problems. I’m surprised she keeps coming back to a fucked up, drug addict. She must feel sorry for you or something, can’t be because she genuinely loves you.”

You know as soon as the words come out of your mouth that you were too mean but you’re so hurt that you can’t stop yourself. You expect Colson to hide his feelings and keep walking but he stops and everyone, who had come outside to investigate the yelling, is begging him to shut his mouth. You almost want to apologise until he turns and you see the murderous glare on his face. Suddenly you’re afraid, very afraid. You brace yourself for him to come out with the most hateful thing he can think of to say to you.

Instead, his crumbles. Literally, falls to his knees, a gut wrenching sob ripping through his chest and your hard demeanour cracks. Your friends stare at him in stunned silence and no one makes any move towards him, probably worried that he’ll lash out. You take a cautious step towards him and he doesn’t move so you rush to him. You envelop him in your arms and sobs into your neck, your shirt suddenly soaked with his tears. You shush him comfortingly while rubbing a hand up and down his back, trying to soothe his shudders.

“Why the fuck would you ever want me?” he cries into your neck and your heart breaks at his pain.

“Of course I want you,” you whisper into his ear. He pulls away to look at your face and you cup his cheeks to wipe away the tears still escaping. “Colson, you are the kindest, loving man I know. You are smart, mind-blowingly talented, handsome, fun. I could list a million things that make me want you but we’d be here all night.”

He nestles into your hand and you smile at his need for comfort and that for once, he wants it from you. You watch him as his breathing slows and his eyes close as he slowly relaxes. Everyone slinks back inside and you’re grateful. There’s so much you want to say to him but you don’t know where to start. So many years of built-up emotion and you haven’t had enough time to put it all into a coherent explanation. Your stomach clenches at the reminder of what you said to him a few moments again and the guilt is gnawing at you.

“Colson, about what I said before-”

“No, don’t you dare apologise for that. I started it and you were just lashing out. You’re not a nasty person, I just bring out the worst in everyone.”

“No you don’t. I shouldn’t have said anything. I have no right to comment on your relationships and it won’t happen again, I promise.”

Colson hauls himself to his feet, pulling you with him and crushing your body to his. He holds you and you feel so relaxed against his body. This is what you love about being around him. You feel so safe. The world could be ending around you but when you’re with Colson, you don’t have to think about anything else but him. He is this bright light in your life that just warms your soul and he’s your haven, if only for a couple of hours. You feel so lost when he’s gone.

“You’re my safe place,” you mumble against his chest. He pulls you back so he can look at your face.

“I’m you’re what?” he questions, cupping your face and stroking his thumb once across your bottom lip.

“My safe place,” you repeat but he still looks confused. “You just make everything better. You have this presence that makes a person forget about everything shitty in their lives. You’re this larger than life guy who makes me somehow feel special, even though you treat me the same way you treat all your other friends. You make me laugh even when I don’t want to, you welcomed me into your life and you’ve made me feel important ever since. That’s why I want you, I never want that feeling to go away.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just grins this big goofy grin and continues to stroke your lip, your cheeks, runs his fingers through your hair gently and you just stand there and let his fingers explore. He runs his index finger from your earlobe and down the side of your neck. You shiver as goosebumps invade your skin’s surface at the intimate gesture. He smiles and repeats the movement, the same outcome happens. He likes watching your body react to him. He leans closer to you until he is inches from your face and you can feel his breath on your skin.

You can tell he’s teasing you and you’re relishing every moment but you begin to feel impatient. You decide to end the teasing and you slam your lips to his. He smiles against your lips but takes over quickly, wrapping his long fingers around the back of your neck and holding you flush against him. The kiss is the best kiss you’ve ever had in your life. It’s hot and frantic but somehow gentle and calm. You wrap your fingers in Colson’s hair and tug gently causing him to moan into your mouth. Your tongues dance together and you never want the moment to end but your lungs protest. You pull away, gasping for air.

“That was…” you pant out unable to finish your thought.

“Fucking amazing,” Colson finishes for you. You both laugh as you hold each other.

And just like that, you and Colson went from ‘just friends’ to together and in love. You’re not sure who in your little circle is the happiest that you two got together. If you’re honest, it’s probably a tie between you and Casie. Colson begs for you to come on his next tour that he’s planning while he works on his new album and you’re hesitant. You don’t want to become that woman who makes her boyfriend her whole life but you’ve never done anything spontaneous in your life. You’ve always made sure you had a plan, direction, and a clear goal. Having Colson in your life has taught you how to have fun, how to live. You decide to agree one day while you sit in the studio with Colson, strumming out a melody on his acoustic guitar.

“Ok,” you say with confidence. Colson looks up from his sheet music and cocks his head to the side with confusion. “I’ll come with you on tour,” you explain and his reaction is reward enough.

His face lights up and he puts his guitar down, opening his arm to beckon you into them. You happily accept his invitation and sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around your body. He holds you against him and you soak up his joy. He begins to ramble off different things you can do together and all the places he wants to show you, how much fun you’ll have together and with all your friends. His excitement begins to make you feel more sure of your decision with each new idea he comes up with.

The sound of Colson getting a text interrupts your conversation and he swings his chair around, with you still on his lap, to retrieve it. His mood instantly changes as he reads the text, typing something back, before throwing his phone back down with a huff, pushing you off his lap and grabbing his guitar. You go back to your seat and watch him nervously. You haven’t really witnessed many of Colson’s mood swings since you’ve been together. Rook and Sophie agree it’s because you make him too happy but you don’t agree. This change makes you nervous as you wonder who could have messaged him to make him this pissed off.

“Go on, ask who messaged me. I know it’s killing you,” he mumbles at you as he scribbles.

“I’m not going to ask, you’ll tell me if you want to, otherwise it’s none of my business,” you shrug nonchalantly.

Colson looks up at you with curiosity and then relief. He stands and your heart begins to race as he walks towards you. You prepare yourself for a fight but Colson surprises you by kissing you deeply, hungrily. You happily kiss him back even though you’re not really sure why he’s kissing you so intensely. 10 seconds ago he was mad and now it’s like he could care less.

“This is why I love you,” he murmurs against your lips. “You know me well enough to not make me share my every thought and feeling.”

“You haven’t magically changed personalities from who you were when we were just friends. You share things in your own time, which is completely fine. I don’t want to force you to tell me everything just because I’m your girlfriend, I trust you.” he kisses you again and feathers kisses all over your face, which has you giggling in no time.

“It was Megan who texted me. She said a little birdy told her that I was dating again and she wanted to know if it was you, not that she used your name.”

Your stomach twists at the thought that Colson still talks to his ex but you don’t want to be the jealous type. It’s never been your thing and you’re not going to let her turn you into this needy mess. That’s what she wants, to come between you and Colson and you’re not going to let her. You want to know what he replied but again, you respect his privacy.

“Wait there,” he kisses you again before jogging over to grab his phone.

He crashes down onto the couch beside you and opens the camera on his phone. He holds the phone up before crashing his lips to your cheek. The surprise causes you to squeal and laugh at the same time and that’s when Colson snaps a picture. He won’t let you take his phone to look at it before he’s sending it to Megan, without a caption. You snatch the phone from his lap when he’s done and look at the photo in his album. It’s the happiest you’ve ever seen yourself on camera, ever. You love the photo and instantly send it to yourself. You contemplate doing the same to Colson, surprising him with a kiss and taking a photo but the sound of his phone ringing in your hand sends that thought flying away quickly. You don’t have to see the caller ID to instantly know who it is.

“Answer it,” Colson whispers beside you but you shake your head and try to give him the phone. He pushes the phone towards you and mouths for ‘loudspeaker’. You reluctantly accept the call.

“Hello?” you hear Megan’s voice and it sounds shrill and irritable which makes you gulp. “Helloooo?” you take a deep breath before you speak.

“Hey Megan,” you say as calmly as possible even though you’re pretty sure your heart is about to burst through your chest.

“Why are you answering the phone? Where’s Colson?” she demands and you begin to feel your skin prickle with annoyance at her attitude.

“He’s busy, how can I help you?” you reply with an impatient tone.

“Don’t give me fucking attitude. What, you actually believe you’ll be enough for him? Please honey, he’ll have his fun with you and within 2 months, he’ll be bored with you and your Miss I’m-better-than-everyone opinion of yourself,” she cackles at her own attempt at an insult.

“Well that’s interesting because it’s actually been almost 5 months since he’s started having his fun with me and he doesn’t seem bored. Definitely wasn’t bored last night while he was screaming my name.” Colson is trying hard to cover his laughter by pulling his t-shirt over his mouth.

“You’ll never replace me. She’ll try as hard as you can but a part of him with always want me. He’s tied to me and in the back of his mind, he’ll always be thinking of me. He’ll compare everything you do to me, even when he’s buried inside you, he’ll be thinking of me and the way I made him scream. The feeling of me, the way I marked his skin, my nails on his back, the sound of my moans.”

You begin to feel sick as the images her words create rush through your mind. You know that she’s intentionally messing with you because she’s angry. You don’t want her to win. Your mind is desperately trying to think of something to say to put her in her place but you can;t form any words. You don’t want to think about Colson with anyone other than you but what if she’s right? What if this whole time he’s just been comparing everything you’ve ever done to her? Even what you do in the privacy of your bed? Before you can say anything, Colson snatches the phone from your hands, angrily.

“Fuck you Megan! You are nothing compared to her and you never will be. You won’t ever be enough for me, you never were. You were only ever happy when I was broken so you could feel better about yourself. I was just so caught under your fucking spell that I actually believed that I needed you and your toxicity but I’ve never needed you. I have exactly what I’ve wanted and needed my whole life. Someone who loves me un-fucking-conditionally and I will be forever grateful that she chose me to love. Enjoy being alone and don’t ever contact me again.”

And with that, Colson ends the phone call, immediately blocking her number. He chucks his phone on the floor beside the couch and grabs you, kissing you passionately. The breath is knocked out of you and you melt into the kiss. You’re still trying to process his words but his lips won’t let you, they’re too intoxicating. You let Colson invade all of your senses and you feel yourself getting lost in him. He pushes your chest so that you’re laying back and he settles his body between your legs, pressing himself to you. You can feel his arousal and it makes you instantly wet.

You moan as his lips find your neck and you lace your fingers through his hair. He trails kisses down your body, pulling your t-shirt up and over your head to expose more of your skin. He releases your breasts from the confines of your bra and your nipple is immediately in his mouth. He sucks and licks at the nub and your moans grow louder. He pulls away only to attach his mouth to your other nipple while his hand massages your free breast. He turns his attention to getting the rest of your clothes off, ripping your jeans and panties from your body until you’re completely exposed. Colson eyes roam your body, trying to drink you all in, his fingers stroking your skin.

“I know you want foreplay but I need you baby,” you beg and Colson’s eyes light up at your request.

“Could you be anymore fucking perfect?” he asks with a growl.

He quickly discards all his clothes and rests back between your legs. You stare at his length, the sight of it still a shock after all this time and countless times seeing it. He rubs his length up and down your slit to lube himself before slowly sinking into you. Once he’s bottomed out he begins to pull back. He groans as you pulsate yourself around his length. He thrusts in and out of you slowly a few more times as you continue to clench around him. He kisses you deeply as he moves painstakingly slowly in and out of you.

“This is going to be a quick, rough fuck baby,” he warns against your neck with a moan.

“The best way to be fucked I think,” you agree and he groans again.

“So fucking perfect,” he kisses your neck lovingly and your eyes flutter.

He begins to quicken his pace and he wasn’t joking when he said rough. He wraps his hand around your throat and pounds you relentlessly while you moan and writhe under his assault. He spits filth to you as he moves in and out of you. He pulls himself completely out of you before slamming back into you over and over again. It’s not long before your orgasm explodes through you and you scream Colson’s name as loud as you can. His orgasm follows not too far behind and he is exploding inside you, screaming your name followed by at least 10 ‘fucks’ and you’re both a panting mess as you come back down to earth.

Colson pulls out of you and you feel suddenly empty. He pulls his boxers and jeans back on quickly while picking up your pieces of clothes and handing them back to you. You check over all the clothes he’s given you and laugh, holding your hand out to him with a quirked eyebrow.

“What?” he asks with a big ass grin on his face, knowing exactly what you’re asking for.

“Give me my panties mister,” you playfully scold him and he pretends to not realise they’re in the back pocket of his jeans.

“How did they get in there?” he asks with fake shock and you’re laughing your head off at his terrible acting.

Instead of handing them to you however, he kneels in front of your legs, pulling your panties up your legs. He purposely grazes his fingertips up your legs as he pulls your panties up. You lift your butt slightly so he can get your panties all the way up. He spreads your legs slightly and kisses your inner thigh, making your eyes flutter. You bite your bottom lip to muffle your moan. Then your mind suddenly clicks to something that your hazy, post orgasm thoughts have been masking.

“You told me you loved me,” you accuse him and he jumps at your loud voice. “Sorry, I just realised that’s the first time you’ve ever said that.”

“Nice of you to notice,” he laughs before kissing you softly.

“I love you too, in case that wasn’t clear already.”

“It’s always nice to be told, just in case,” he smiles at you and your heart fills with happiness. “I love you more.”

You throw your head back in laughter and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you to your feet. You spot Colson’s t-shirt flung on the back of his chair and you pad over to it, pulling it over your head. You inhale his intoxicating scent while he watches you and you smile at him before looking down at your still bare legs. You don’t notice him reaching for his phone until you hear the sound of the camera.

“Afterglow,” he explains and your cheeks heat at the intimate photo.

“No fair, you have all these photos of me and I have barely any of you,” you pout and he chuckles at you.

“Come here,” he reaches out to you and retrieves your phone from your bag.

You step into his open arms and he spins you around so you’re standing with your back against his chest. He hands you your phone before wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. You hold your phone up, leaning into him, and he looks at you with a face splitting grin and you can’t help but match his energy. You snap the picture and he kisses you so you continue to take multiple photos. He lifts you up and swings you and you throw your head back in laughter, still taking pictures even though you’re pretty sure they’ll be all blurry.

“Ok, one normal one please?” you ask once Colson puts you back on your feet, out of breath slightly from laughing so hard.

“I thought that was normal,” he jokes before kissing your neck.

You hold your phone up one final time, the two of you both smiling into the camera and you snap the picture. Once you’re satisfied that it’s an acceptable photo, Colson goes back to writing and you pull your pants on. You offer him his shirt back but he declines, telling you that he prefers it on you, and you settle back onto the couch, happy. You change your phone background to the picture of the two of you smiling and check through all the other photos you took. You’re surprised that some of the photos of Colson swinging you actually worked. Your head is thrown back in delight and Colson's face is scrunched up in laughter and it’s the most perfect image you’ve ever seen. You hardly recognise the happiness clearly written on your face but you love it and you never want that feeling to go away and you know with Colson, he will spend forever trying to make sure you’re happy and for that you love him even more.

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maxverstepponme · 11 months

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Do you want an honest read of what I think is happening with Max and Kelly. This is going to be very long and I don’t believe this is 100% what has happened it’s just my opinion on what might be happening. I think Max and Kelly aren’t together anymore. Seems they actually broke up some time before Miami. Kelly going to a hotel by herself/with P was right after the breakup and then she went on the solo trip with P to NYC. I think she(yes Kelly nobody likes to get broken up with) needed time to clear her head and think so she took P on a trip. I also think the reason K isn’t acting like she did with Daniil is because Max is paying her off. I’m sorry but think about it. Ever since things have been obviously bad between them Kelly has been getting bigger opportunities than she ever has before. The PatBo thing Kelly randomly became a part of and now they’re besties. Working with together all the time, acting like this is nothing new when it is. Kelly has never hung out with Patrica or Dafne this much? Now they’re doing events together, hanging out, having dinners all the time, coming to races IN MONACO? The weird hug after Miami(no kiss) and Kelly spending almost non of Miami with Max. Max for the first time ever saying something about his sweet girlfriend, which very random. The fact that he’s the one who brought it up, like oh got to remember to mention I definitely still have a girlfriend. Then Kelly went to Cannes ALL WEEK. She had the works too. For once Kelly actually could pass as a model. Why now is Kelly getting this exposure? Suddenly Kelly gets to go to Miu Miu and LV events and gets to bring a LV guy to the GP to get her foot in the door further. Max is supplying Kelly all these amazing opportunities so she has a reason to not make their break up known yet. Kelly is playing along because wtf else is she going to do but I don’t think she’s happy about it.(Obviously like I said before nobody likes to get broken up with) Kelly looked uncomfortable when Max come to hug her(no kiss two races in a row. have they ever not kissed till this year?) and her pulling away first. Seems like the situation is maybe settling in that they’re over. The maybe mistake, maybe not, apartment listing. Him and his family trying so hard suddenly to make everything looks ok after months of silence. Also this is why I think she did the weird fish thing in the hotel before NYC was because it really hadn’t hit her that they were over. Her not really posting anything about him recently, her not liking his posts, and her literally never being home. In the pictures form the Monaco Gala they are literally standing a foot apart form each other. It’s so obvious that something happened and Max probably wants to wait till summer break to announce, but preparation are already being made. The mysterious apartment listing, verstappen.com is slowed down the Kelly posts, and the weird liking habits of Vic, Sophie, and Kelly, and Max is doing everything in his power to make sure Kelly doesn’t walk till he’s ready even if means dishing out money so Kelly can play pretend wag and milk all the publicity she can. Max somewhere a long the line released that Kelly and him weren’t going to work and ended it. He and Kelly come up with some type of agreement and that is what is playing out now. It was better to give Kelly what she wants for a few months and letting her set up her “future” so he doesn’t have to suffer the media hell.

ps: I think the big decider of him wanting to end it was them getting pap’d in St. Barth with Victoria and her kids. I think this really upset Sophie and Victoria and it was an eye opener/ final straw was his mom and sister being over Kelly and distancing themselves from both of them.

It’s definitely weird. The latest interactions are weird af, but only time will tell.

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ailendolin · 1 year

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hey! your fics are honestly some of my faves, i can’t believe you’ve only just reached 500 followers - you deserve so much more recognition ^^

for the drabbles could i please request ❤️‍🩹 with dissectus and voltari? totally cool if not! <3

Thank you very much for your kind words, anon! 💙 They're very much appreciated. I know writers are supposed to write for themselves first and foremost but it's honestly such a wonderful feeling and privilege to be able to bring joy to other people with my stories, and I really your Disstari ficlet does exactly that! As all the others, it's set in my Second Chances verse.

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❤️‍🩹 Reunited after a long time apart

It was done.

Voltari still found it hard to believe, even now as he was on his way upstairs to open the Chamber doors for the Elders. Cuddly Dick had been defeated and the other Overlords rounded up and secured. Their plan had actually worked and Voltari – Voltari was free. No more mind games, no more torture and punishment dealt out with sickening smiles, no more constant vigilance. For the first time in his life, he could just be, and the realisation hit him so hard that his steps faltered on the stairs and he had to stop and take a deep breath to calm his racing heart.

There was, of course, still the lingering fear that the Elders, now that they had no use for them anymore, would go back on their word and not pardon him and Dissectus like they had promised. A lifetime of mistrust made it difficult, nearly impossible, for him to believe in the good of people now. But Voltari wanted to believe. He wanted to believe so badly even though he and Dissectus probably didn’t deserve a second chance – definitely didn’t, Voltari amended, thinking of all the things he’d been forced to do to survive in a world where showing even the smallest sign of weakness could mean certain death. But that didn’t stop him from wanting a new life, a better one – one without secrets, pain and loneliness. And after what he’d been through these last few weeks he wasn’t below begging the Elders for it.

His ruined eye began to throb under the eye piece, a painful reminder of everything he was walking away from right now. Voltari resisted the urge to reach up and rub at the mutilated skin as he continued on his way: up the stairs, then down the winding hallways until he finally reached the large wooden doors that had held him prisoner this whole time. His hands were shaking when he inserted the key and pulled them open.

The Elders were waiting outside and turned towards him as one. Voltari couldn’t deny his surprise when they all broke out into smiles, almost as if he was a long lost friend they hadn’t seen in a while. One of them, the scribe, let out a noise of unbridled excitement before she came forward and threw her arms around him in a hug.

Voltari froze.

“Oh, sorry,” she said in embarrassment and hurried to step back. “I’m just so grateful to be home again!”

With that, she shuffled past him, the others close behind her. Voltari blinked after them, not quite able to comprehend what had just happened, before the soft clearing of a throat drew his attention back to the person behind him.

“You’ll get used to them,” Dissectus said, a smile tugging at his lips, and Voltari forgot how to breathe. He drank in the sight of his oldest, his only friend like a parched man, cataloguing all the things that were different about him; from the dark blue tunic he now wore in place of his uniform to the lack of make-up on his face. He looked gentler without both, Voltari thought, and lovelier if such a thing was even possible.

Something eased in his chest, then; something that had been tightly coiled ever since Cuddly Dick had summoned them for the first time and grown incredibly painful when Dissectus had left him behind to provide a cover for Negatus and secure their future. Without warning, tears pricked at his eyes and Dissectus’s face softened in spite of Voltari’s attempts to swallow them.

“It’s okay,” he said in a tone that had only ever been reserved for the privacy of their bedchambers before, the only places they could allow themselves to be vulnerable. “It’s over, Tari. We made it.”

Voltari knew that, of course. Yet hearing Dissectus say it was different, somehow; made it more tangible and real. He exhaled shakily and a moment later found himself drawn against a warm chest with more gentleness than Dissectus had ever shown openly before. Arms came up around his back, and when one of Dissectus’s hands found its way into his hair, Voltari closed his eyes and let his head be guided onto one shoulder.

“It’s over,” Dissectus murmured again and this time, Voltari didn’t fight the tears. He curled his fingers into the soft fabric of Dissectus’s tunic and let the tension, fear and pain of the last few weeks fall away from him. It was a much needed moment of comfort, even if it only lasted briefly before Voltari pulled back. Ducking his head to hide the redness around his eye, he gestured at the doors. “We should head inside. There’s still much work to be done.”

“Of course,” Dissectus said gracefully. His soft smile said that he had seen right through the deflection and was choosing not to mention it – just as he was choosing not to mention the angry marks around Voltari’s eye piece or the way Voltari’s hands were still trembling faintly in the afternoon light.

Voltari had quite forgotten what it felt like to be seen, but rather than letting it unsettle him, he revelled in the sensation and allowed himself a small smile as they took the first steps of their new lives together.

#dissectus #voltari #scribe elder ho-tan #yonderland #disstari #my fic #ask game prompt ficlet

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Missing You (T.H)

Tom Holland Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Tom is away for shooting and he is missing his daughter’s first easter. You and Sophia miss him terribly and he feels terrible for missing it. Sophia gets hurt during the egg hunt and Tom flies back to be with his family.

Warnings: Angst and some fluff.

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“Daddy?” You had been folding your laundry because it was a therapeutic chore. The maid always left it for you by the end of the day because she knew that you enjoyed doing it. Your moment was interrupted by your one year old daughter barging into your room with only one question on her mind.

She had recently started walking and you were silently thankful because your over protective husband wouldn’t let her touch the ground in the fear that she would hurt herself. It even came to the point that Sophia started becoming agitated whenever he interrupted her progress. She would scream Bloody Mary when she saw him approaching with his arms outstretched. You sat him down one day and gently explained to him that we have to let her explore the world. If she falls and gets hurt, then it was our job to take care of her but we could not protect her from everything in advance.

The moment she took her first steps, they were towards Tom. You were there to record the moment and you guys were so glad that Tom had backed off a little bit. He would be there for his little princess every step of the way. If she wanted to leap, she could and he will be there to catch her if she started to fall. Sophia was the most important person in his life after you.

“Daddy is going to be here before your first Easter, bunny. Hopefully.” The last word was more of a mumble for yourself because you really hoped that he would be here. Sophia was born a few weeks after Easter so this was her first one.

“Daddy?”

Sighing, you said, “Let’s just get ready and see how cute you look in your new costume.”

“Bunny!” She ran off to her room to put her name on the and you opened your phone. Your husband told you that he would drop a text at approximately this time if he was going to make it back before the party. Disappointed, you just put the phone back on the side table.

“Okay, you need to sit tightly so that I can make your braids.” She was a hyper ball after she found the candies on the coffee table that you were going to give it to her at the party. Allergies to nuts was one of the many things that she had inherited from Tom and you never liked to take chances regarding their health. “No more sweets for you today, miss.”

“Nooooooo. Daddy!” Sophia’s voice trembled in the end because she knew that her dad would defend her. He was her knight in shining armor.

“Daddy is not here so let’s stop screaming now.” You were already in a sour mood as your husband was not with you on an important milestone. And Sophia was not making things easy for you either.

“No!”

“You are ready. I am going to give you your coloring books while I go get ready.” You did not listen to her small sniffles and went to take a shower while keeping the door open so you could keep an eye on her. When you got out, your phone was ringing and it was Tom.

“Hi. I am so sorry I can’t make it today. I tried my very best to get done with filming but it was not possible. So sorry, darling.” There was a crack in his voice that let you know that he was devastated about it.

“It’s okay, baby. There will be other Easters and you will be there for all of them. Don’t be sad, please.” You tried cheering him up but it was not working.

Tom was always big on firsts; your first date, your first I love you’s, Sophia’s first kick, Sophia’s first tooth. He kept a record of all the moments and he was incredibly sad that he did not get to witness his child’s first Easter. Acting was something that he really enjoyed but he hated it right now. It was keeping him away from his family. He had planned everything out from where to hide all the eggs to where to buy the small bunny cupcakes that he would give to his little girl at the end of the day. This was not right but he was helpless. He could not do anything because he had an obligation to his fans as well.

“Is she wearing the costume that I ordered her?” When you mumbled out a yes, he asked, “Can you please send me a picture?”

“Soph, come and stand here. Pose for daddy.” When you sent him the picture, there was no response from his side. Seeing the picture, Tom choked back a sob. His little bunny looked incredibly cute with a white dress and a bunny ear headband. A pink tint graced her cheeks which meant that she had some candies and she had a toothy smile. Before he could say anything, the director called him back to shooting. “We will talk to daddy later. He might be busy right now.”

Tom’s mom had planned a party at her house and the whole garden was prepared for the egg hunt. You both wanted to host the party this year but Tom had to go to Cardiff last minute because of his shooting. Your siblings and nieces and nephews were all going to be there. You were happy that you got to spend this occasion with your family but you were miserable right now. Tom was not here.

“Hi. Who is this little rabbit here?” Nikki leaned in front of the toddler and squished Sophia in one of her famous bear hugs.

“Sophia Anne Holland!” There was a proud undertone to her voice because she could speak her whole name now.

“You are the cutest bunny ever.”

“I know.” You all chuckled at her haughty admission and watched as she skipped towards her cousins.

“Tom isn’t going to make it today?”

“Um no. He could not get away from work and he said to apologise on his behalf.” It was like something was missing and you didn’t want to indulge in that feeling.

“I am sorry, darling but he will make it up to you and Sophie.” You wanted to divert the topic so you started to talk about the guests and the decorations.

Pretty soon, you started mingling with the people and they always asked about Tom. You either replied to them or politely redirected the conversation. It felt weird being at a gathering without Tom. You haven’t done that from the past five years and you realised you didn’t much enjoy it now. Keeping an eye on Sophia was hard because it was usually Tom who performed that duty. You were given a free pass at parties from all the responsibilities and were allowed to enjoy every moment. He was always considerate towards you and that is why you loved him to death.

“Sophia, you can not go near the pool.” You caught her in your arms before she could fall in.

“Dada swimm- swimming.” Tommy was the one who was teaching her to swim because it was a hobby that he wanted his daughter to adopt from him. When she saw the water, she thought that her dad will be there to teach her.

“When dad comes back, you can go swimming.” Sophia still kept looking around for her father because this is the longest she has been away from him. Her toddler mind thinks that if she goes to do things that they do together, he will come to her. You couldn’t even get angry at her for wandering around the house without anyone. Hugging her, you tried to distract her, “Now, granny is having an egg hunt and we need to win it, okay bubs?”

“Win!!” You took her in your arms and went towards the garden where all the people were.

“Look, Tom. (Y/N) is here.” A phone was shoved in to your face by Sam and you saw Tom’s face on the screen.

“Hi. I was calling you and you didn’t pick up. I wanted to see Sophie on the egg hunt.” There was a look of longing on his face.

“I was busy with your daughter. She was running near the swimming pool and wanted to get in because she thought that you would be there to teach her.”

“Is she alright? Let me see her.” You angled the phone towards your shoulder where she was leaning on him. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi. Back?” Tom wanted nothing more than to hold his daughter in his arms and his heart broke when his daughter asked him that question. It meant that he was away too long because she never asked that question before. She didn’t need to.

“I’ll be back in no time and then we will go swimming. Promise.”

“Yes.” She hopped down from your arms and went to the start line of the race.

“How have you been?”

“Just missing you a lot and handling Soph is getting harder by the day.” You moved to a more secluded place on the ground so you could talk to your husband.

“I am sorry, darling. When I come back, you can have the whole weekend off.”

“Just come back. I want to spend sometime with my husband.”

“That is a tempting offer but I have to stay here a little longer. But when I come back, we will do more than spend sometime together.”

“I will look forward to it. The game is starting so I have to go.” You were about to end the call but he stopped you.

“I want to see her and I have a break for another twenty minutes.”

“Okay.”

The race soon started and among all her cousins, Sophia was the youngest and the most hyper. You cheered her on with her grandparents and Tom. She was about to win the race and you were more excited than her. Tommy wanted to be there to witness her first victory but he settled down for seeing it on the phone. However, she stumbled on some rocks that were on the trail and she fell hard.

“Oh my god! Go to her, (Y/N).” Tom’s voice broke you out of your horrified trance and you went in to autopilot. When you reached near her, you gave the phone to someone behind you and kneeled in front of your daughter. She was crying really loudly and her arms was bent to an odd angle. Cuddling her in your arms, you picked her up and went towards your car. “What is happening? Mum, tell me!”

“I think Sophie’s arm is broken. (Y/N) is taking her to the hospital right now. I will keep you updated.” Nikki was moving quickly towards her car while she gripped the phone in her hands.

“Mum, I want to talk to my daughter right now.” He didn’t even realise that he was pacing and his hair was all messed up because he ran his hands through it several times.

“Tommy, I will keep you updated. Right now, she is a lot of pain and she is scared.”

“Please keep me informed.” This was one of the worst moment in his life because he wasn’t there for his girls. You both needed him right now and he wasn’t there. He decided then and there that he was going back to London.

Meanwhile, you reached the hospital with Sophia wailing in your arms and Sam driving like a cray man. You were sure that he would have multiple speeding tickets waiting for him when he gets home. The E.R was busy at this time of the day and you just laid your daughter on one of the beds while Nikki went to go get a doctor.

“Honey, it’s going to be okay. Please be strong, baby girl.” There were tears in your eyes as your daughter’s face turned red with all the crying and screaming. The little girl was in too much pain.

“Daddy, plea- please. Hurts a lot.” Hiccuping in the middle of the sentence, you looked at your brother in law helplessly. She wanted Tom and he wasn’t here right now.

“We will talk to daddy after the nice doctor here checks you out, baby.” She wouldn’t let anyone near her or her arm and kept asking for her father, She was inconsolable.

Sitting in front of the bed, the doctor asked, “Hi, I am Dr Ana. What happened to this little bunny here?”

“She, uh, she fell during the race and I think she broke her arm.” You stood on the foot of the bed as you shakily explained the whole situation. “Soph, let her check your boo boo please.”

“Daddy, please.”

“Okay, let me call your dad and you can talk to him.” Nikki interjected when she saw that the conversation was not reaching any end point.

“Okay.” You wiped her snot with your sleeves as she clutched her broken arm in pain.

“Tom, talk to Sophia. She is not letting the doctors treat her.” Putting the phone on speaker, Tom’s voice filtered through the phone.

“Hey bubs. You need to let the doctor check you and make the boo boo alright.” His soothing voice brought tears to your eyes as you wanted nothing more than to hold his hand right now.

“It hurts. Back please?”

“I am coming back right now so you need to let the doctor check your arm. I will be there in no time.”

“Okay.” The moment the doctor started examining her arm, you took the phone from your mother in law.

“It’s going to be okay. You don’t have to come back.” You sniffled a little as the doctor got a portable x-ray to check up on Sophia’s arm. She held on to your hand tightly as even the little movement hurt her.

“I am. In fact, my flight is already confirmed. I will be there in four hours, tops.”

Tom declined the call as his manager called him downstairs. Getting in to the car, he just prayed to God that his little girl would be okay. He swore mentally that he would never let Sophia run. He should have been there and he was going to never leave his family’s side ever again.

“I have given her some pain meds for her pain so she should be settling down now.” Sophia was moved to a pediatric room and now she was calming down a little bit. “What color cast do you want, Miss Holland?”

“Pink.” She stated as a matter of fact and you lightly laughed. Nikki and Sam were in the room as well and they were staying till Tom got here. The pain medication slowly started working and Soph drifted off to sleep with Mr Fluffs in her arms.

“We are going to get coffee and then we can get you a change of clothes. Do you want something else?” Whispering, Nikki placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I am fine. I just need the clothes and can you please bring some for Tom as well. I know he would come straight here from the airport.”

“Okay, darling. Take care and call us if something happens.”

“Okay, thank you.” You put your head on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Tom entered the hospital and the receptionist guided him towards Sophia’s room. Quietly steeping in there, he saw his two girls sleeping. Sophia looked so tiny in that patient bed and he never wanted to see her there. When he got close, he saw dried tears on his little girl’s cheek and his heart broke when he thought about the pain that she was in. The pink cast was set on her right arm and he want to her side and gently kissed it.

“I am so sorry baby, I wasn’t here. I won’t ever leave you again, I promise.”

“You are back.” The commotion in the room woke you up and you saw your husband right in front of you.

“Just got in.” Tom’s eyes never left the tiny human being laying underneath the sheets. “(Y/N), she is never running again.”

“Honey, children get hurt all the time. She will recover in no time.”

“But-”

“Dadda!” Your baby jumped in to his arms before any of you realised what was happening. Her cast bumped on to the iron rod of the bed and she let out a blood curling scream.

“Call the doctor. It’s okay, bubs. You are going to be okay.” Kissing her cast, he tried to calm down the crying toddler. Meantime, you went to call Dr Anna so that she could check Sophia’s arm.

“It is all fine. You just need to be really careful with that arm. We are going to keep her here for one day and then you both can take your little girl home.”

You took Sophia from your husband and told him to go change in to comfortable clothes. When he came back, you both settled on the small bed and your daughter told him all about the injury and the pain. You both signed her pink cast and Tom also drew some rainbows and birds on it. Soon, it was time for her to take her medicines and you had to bribe her with chocolates, She always got her way.

“I love you, baby. Go to sleep now.” He wrapped the blanket around her and switched off all the lights.

“Love you. Be here?”

“Yes, I will be here darling. Now, sleep.” Sophia soon drifted off to sleep and Tom sat beside you on the couch.

“I missed you, Tommy.”

“I missed you too and I am never leaving you both for this long. Now, let’s go to sleep. It has been a tiring day.” Pecking him on the lips, you both laid down and just basked in each other’s warmth. Contented, you drifted off to sleep with your husband and child in the same room. Everything was going to be okay.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I loved to write about Tom Holland as a family man. Tell me how you guys feel about it and I am open to requests regarding dad Tom. If you want to be added to my tag list, comment down below.

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PARABATAI WEEK -> day 2, Will Herondale and Jem Carstairs @carstairgray & @clarys-heosphoros

tw mention of blood

“They really should start sending us after more dangerous demons” Will said, his head turning to look at Jem as he walked up to him, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “They're wasting all our potential.”

Jem grinned back at his parabatai and Will threw his arm around his shoulders as they made their way back to the institute. Charlotte had sent them off on a mission to neutralize some demons on the banks of the river Thames, near Blackfriars bridge. It was a small horde of ravener demons, easy to take down for Jem, Will and Henry.

As soon as they'd defeated the demons Henry ran back to the institute babbling something about a new antidote to the raveners' poison he had to work on, and Jem and Will stayed behind to apply iratzes where the demons had scratched them and to catch some breath.

“I know you're rather fond of hydra and raum demons, my friend” Jem countered as they walked. “But not all demons can have laughable protuberances.”

“Oh, come on, that hydra demon from two weeks ago had somehow managed to knot two of its necks together and couldn't free itself.” Jem rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but Will cut him off before he could. “I saw you stifle a laugh too, James Carstairs.”

Jem's cheeks flushed pink and Will smirked at him.

Tuned out he really couldn't lie to his parabatai. Jem threw his head back and laughed with Will, then they fell into lighthearted conversation as they closed in on Fleet Street.

The adrenaline of the battle still coursed through them both and Jem only saw the new ravener demon when it was too close to them. His jaw clenched and Will understood and turned with him, a hand going to his sword without hesitation, his senses sharpening again. Jem felt Will move beside him, but the demon took a leap and climbed up the nearest building. Jem threw a dagger at it and severed one of its legs, causing it to fall off the wall, but not hurting it enough to kill it. He lunged forward and sliced a cut on its side as Will slashed another of its legs off, their movements swift and sure, steadied by the strength of the parabatai in battle.

Jem managed to cut the demon's tail and it soon vanished back to its dimension, but before he could see or hear it, another ravener demon crawled up to him from behind, and Will lunged forward to cover him as it attacked.

Everything seemed to happen too fast. Jem saw Will running to him and throwing his blade at the demon, but before he could kill it, the tail reached his chest. Then he saw Will fall on the ground and the world seemed to vanish. He ran to him, slashing at the demon and sending it back to its dimension, but his vision was blackened at the edges and his chest hurt. He kneeled besides his parabatai and took out his stele. Will's blue eyes were closed and his breaths ragged and heavy.

“Will. Will, wake up. Open your eyes!” Jem drew three iratzes on his chest and Will's eyes fluttered open; Jem let out the breath he'd been holding.

“Jem” Will whispered, before a violent cough shook his body. He coughed blood.

Jem drew another iratze on Will's chest but the wound didn't seem to grow any smaller and the blood wouldn't stop flowing. He felt a wave of panic catch hold of him as the pain in his chest widened. He felt heavy and lost, and Will was shutting his eyes again. “Will don't close your eyes, please. Stay with me.”

Jem drew another iratze, then another one, but nothing happened. Will's breathing was slowing and he was loosing too much blood. Jem felt him slipping away. He summoned all the strength he could muster, picked up Will and ran to the institute.

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Everything in him hurt, and Jem couldn't tell whether it was the aftermath of the battle, the effort of carrying Will, the yin fen low in his blood or Will's own pain getting to him. But he didn't care about his own pain as two Silent Brothers told him that Will's wound was deep, no vital organs were damaged but his situation was delicate.

“Will he recover?” asked Charlotte from beside him.

We cannot know yet. We will come back tomorrow to see that the injury is not infected.

Jem let the words sink in. He couldn't find anything to say or ask.

He walked in the infirmary and as his eyes laid on Will's body, still on the white sheets, his heart skipped several beats. It felt wrong. Will was always moving, always talking, always full of life. Now he laid too still, his face expressionless and his blue eyes shut.

Jem took a deep breath, then he grabbed a chair and sat besides his parabatai. He took one of Will's hands in his and brought it to his lips. “My Will” he whispered against his scarred knuckles.

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For four days Jem didn't leave Will's side. The Silent Brothers came to check on his parabatai’s injury and they seemed less hopeful every passing day. Charlotte came in too, every day. Jem knew it costed her dearly: he could see the pain and guilt in her eyes, the fear of the knowledge that Will might not wake and that she would have been the one to send him off to his last mission. Jem wished to console her, to reassure her that Will did it to save Jem and he would have done the same for his parabatai, and that Will was stubborn and no one could have stopped him. He wished to tell her not to worry, because his parabatai would open his eyes again. But the words caught on his lips every time he tried to speak them.

Henry, Sophie and Jessamine visited too, but the sight of Will, so silent and still troubled them too. Charlotte brought in food for Jem and pleaded him to eat and go to sleep for a while, she would watch over Will, but Jem couldn't leave and he wasn't hungry.

When the Brother came back on the fourth day Jem only heard their words from a great distance.

We cannot do anything more. Should he not wake in the next 48 hours his condition will worsen.

Jem's breathing hitched. He felt something inside him break as he sat back next to Will. His Will. The other half of his soul.

He felt the thread between them loosen, he had been feeling it for days, but he clung to it like a lifeline. A tear rolled down his cheek as he leaned on and pressed his forehead to Will's, closing his eyes. “You do not get to leave first” he murmured, his voice hoarse. “You don't get to leave me alone on this earth, Will Herondale. That is not how it was supposed to go.” His voice broke and he let the tears roll down, unable to stop the pain that was invading his heart. Jem took his parabatai's hand and squeezed it hard, willing him to open his eyes, to protest about the tight grip and make one of his witty remarks. “Prove me” he continued, “how truly stubborn you are. Prove me Raziel would truly send you back out of annoyance. Come back to me, Will.”

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When he opened his eyes the light of morning painted the room in tones of yellow and gold. He didn't remember falling asleep. He shouldn't have fallen asleep.

He turned his head with a swift movement and his breath caught. Will was awake. Strands of dark curls clouded his eyes, open and beautifully blue, his face was still paler than usual but his features were relaxed and his lips curved in a smile. His hand was still clutched in Jem's.

“Oh Will.” Jem surged forward and hugged his parabatai, nuzzling his head in the curve of his neck and burying his hands in his dark hair. He heard Will chuckle and everything in the world and inside him fell back into place.

“Easy, easy” Will said, laughing softly. “I still have a massive gash somewhere around my person, I hear. Let us hope it won't scar my beautiful body too badly.”

Jem drew back and laughed as he apologized, but he stayed close to Will and drank the brilliance of his smile and the light gleaming in his eyes.

Will was finally awake.

“Oh, Will” he repeated, resting a hand on Will's cheek. “I was so worried. I felt– I felt something slitting our bond and I thought– ”

“I know” Will said before he could finish. “I felt it too. And it was worse than the pain of the wound.” He squeezed Jem's hand. “I'm sorry” he said.

“Don't you dare apologize.” Will smiled and dipped his head. “But don't ever do this again, please.”

Will's eyes met his and his parabatai’s smile grew bigger. He nodded firmly and pulled Jem in for another hug.

Jem knew that was a frail promise. Will would throw himself in front of any demon to shield Jem countless times again, if it meant he would save his life. And so would Jem. They would be in that room again, tending to wounds less serious, he hoped, but it would happen. It was the life they’d been given. it was the life they chose.

The words of the parabatai oath echoed in the back of his mind and he thought of how much of a gift and an honour it was to have, and to be, a parabatai, but how much strength it required, too.

And, as he watched the light shine in Will's eyes, he thought that Will had been his strength all along, when he couldn't fight for himself or find hope in the depth of his bones. Will was his heart, and he’d been too close to losing him.

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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parent's weekend

wordcount: 4.3k

warning: angst, a lot

i ran out of time at the end here but didn't want to leave y'all hanging for too long so i'll wrap up a few loose ends next week!!!

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After Sophie came back late on Friday night, once she’d picked her parents up from the airport and had dinner with them, she returned to Rafe’s room to see a couple beer cans on his nightstand and him fast asleep in bed. The now-melted ice pack left a wet spot on the nightstand too, probably discarded the second she left the room earlier. Say Anything... was still playing on his laptop propped up by his pillow, one of his comfort films - although he wouldn’t watch it when Sophie was around, and she wasn’t sure why. Carefully, she shut his laptop and set it aside, then gently combed through his hair to try and wake him up. “Rafe?”

He stirred, holding his pillow tighter, and mumbled in his sleep. “Soph.”

“Hey. It’s me.” She kicked off her shoes and laid down next to him, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. “Just checking in on you.”

Rafe let out a sigh, his nose scrunching up adorably, and blinked awake, a dopey smile on his face when he recognized Sophie. “H’lo.”

“Hi. I came to stay over, if you’ll have me.” She pressed the back of her hand to his forehead and resisted a scowl. “I think you still need a shower, baby.”

“Yeah. Fell asleep.” He inhaled deeply, reaching out for her, then cursed as he flexed his hand. He sat up and took in his surroundings, frowning. “Fuck, the ice pack - m’ sorry.”

“It’s alright. How about you shower really quick? I can clean up.”

He rubbed his eyes, nodding. “Yeah. Good call. I’ll just - yeah.” He rose from the bed and tugged off his shirt, kicking off his shorts along the way to the bathroom.

She used his shirt to sop up the extra water left behind from the ice pack, then tossed the beer cans and set his laptop on his desk, plugging it in to charge. When she finished and came back upstairs with a glass of water, Rafe was back in the room with wet hair and red eyes again. She didn’t mention it and just rose up on her toes to kiss him. “Better?”

“Yeah. Feel better. You said you’ll stay?”

“Of course, baby.” She crawled into bed next to him, reassured as he rested his head on her chest like usual and rested his arms around her waist. “Night, Rafe.”

“Night.” After a few beats, he sounded a little choked up. “Love you.”

She kissed the top of his head and held him a little tighter. “Love you too. So, so much.”

_______

The next morning, Sophie had to leave to get her parents again but got Rafe up in time to digest some toast and ibuprofen, making sure he had his clothes ready to go for the morning tailgate at their house before the football game. (It broke her heart when she found out he’d pressed all his clothes for the weekend and hung them in his closet, so he’d look perfect for his dad.) When James’ parents came in, he looked perfectly presentable, save for the eggs he was shoveling into his mouth at the dinner table.

“Hey! It’s my favorite son!” James’ dad exclaimed, enveloping him in a bear hug right away.

He’d started the joke about a month into James and Rafe living together in the frat house in freshman year, when Rafe was constantly in the background of James FaceTiming with his parents. He was from middle-of-nowhere Nebraska so his parents couldn’t visit too often, but his mom made up for it by sending a box of treats each month - after the first month, Rafe got his own treats too, and by the second semester when Colin lived with them, he was roped in as well. James had two brothers as well, making the joke even funnier.

Rafe blushed bright red as he hugged him back with a smile. “Hi, Mr. Williamson. It’s good to see you too.”

“Rafe, looking handsome as always - this haircut really suits you without the gel, honey.” James’ mom hugged him too. “Is that the work of this girl you’re with, will we get to meet her? You’re still together, right?”

“Still together, ma’am.” He confirmed, grinning. “You’ll see Sophie later today.”

“Sophie, that’s right! Does she have a sister, one that might want to date James?” She teased, kissing James’ cheek affectionately as he groaned. “I’m kidding, you know I’m kidding.”

“Sure you are.” James grumbled. “Mimosas? Mom, I got the good champagne this time.”

“Good, as you should.” His parents followed James into the kitchen and Rafe felt like he could finally breathe for a moment, as he prepared himself for the weekend. He loved James and Colin’s parents, and how they truly treated him like a son, but it was still overwhelming to experience that much love at once. He couldn’t get himself to fully relax unless he was tipsy - which, given James’ parents and their drinking habits, he probably would be by noon. He shot a quick text to Sophie - when are you coming? and tried sneaking up to his room unnoticed, unsuccessfully.

“Rafe!”

He turned on his heel at the base of the stairs, plastering on a wide smile for Colin’s parents. “Mr. and Mrs. Thomas, hi!”

The perfect-parent routine started over.

______

After a couple hours into the tailgate, Sophie tugged Rafe into the kitchen to check in on him. He’d been leaning into her a little too much and was getting a little too loud, and she had to hide the look on her face when he leaned down to kiss her with his breath smelling too strongly of alcohol. She took a sip from his solo cup and recoiled at the taste, frowning. “Heavy pour, Rafe,” she chastised quietly.

He stopped just short of grabbing the cup back with a frown. “M’ fine. Tastes good.” He stood up for a moment, not relying on her, then resorted to leaning up against the fridge instead with arms crossed.

James watched from the living room, listening in on the conversation. He’d experienced Rafe drunk over parent’s weekend before and it never ended well - he always got too caught up in his head.

Sophie took Rafe’s cup back and traded him for a water bottle, then poured the cup’s contents of mainly vodka down the sink before he could react. She set the cup aside and ignored his small grumble of protest. “You’re drunk. You need water.”

“I’m old enough to handle drinking on my own, thanks.” He quipped, immediately grabbing the cup from the top of the recycle and went in for a refill.

She frowned, crossing her arms across her chest as if it could shield her from the way he delivered his retort with a sharp tongue. “Rafe. I don’t want you drinking just because you’re sad. You started last night, and then -”

“I’m not just - look, your parents are here, Sophie, I don’t expect you to get it. I don’t need the lecture.” He replied coolly, not meeting her gaze.

She hated how easily he was able to make her feel small, how quickly she was reminded of their fights from before. It hurt even worse now, that her emotional attachment to him was more than just a fleeting crush. “Baby.” She murmured, reaching out for his arm.

He flinched away, harsh. “Don’t. I’m getting more, I don’t care if you don’t like it.”

James stepped in quickly, closing the kitchen door behind him and trapping the three of them in. He stood right in Rafe’s face, staring him down at eye level. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

“She’s my girlfriend.” He replied, exasperated.

“Your girlfriend, who’s trying to help you. Get your act together Rafe, you’re not mad at her. You know that.” James shoved at Rafe’s chest.

“Hey, hey -” She started, sticking her arm in between the two of them as Rafe went to shove James back.

Rafe dropped his arms, sighing as he let them hang at his side and his chin dropped to his chest. “I need to sober up.”

“You do. Drink the fucking water.” James agreed, pulling another from their fridge. “I hear you talking to Sophie like that again, you’re not gonna like where you end up. Apologize.”

“James.” Sophie warned, though she was immensely grateful - she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to handle the situation on her own.

“I’m sorry, Soph.” Rafe dragged his hand over his face, looking apologetic. “I just - yeah. I’m sorry.”

James’ tone turned warmer, more concerned as he lowered his voice and slung an arm around Rafe’s shoulders. “We love you, Rafe. I want you to take care of yourself.”

“Alright, alright.” Rafe put his arm around James too in a half-hearted hug before shrugging you off. “M’ sorry. Just - I’m gonna go up to my room for a sec.” He turned, dropping a kiss to the top of Sophie’s head before heading out of the kitchen, straightening up as he did.

Sophie frowned as she watched him go, exchanging a glance with James. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it. He doesn’t get to be an asshole just because his dad is one.” James affirmed, ruffling Sophie’s hair affectionately. “I’d check on him if I were you. He gets like this every year.”

“Did you think he would come? Ward, I mean?” She asked tentatively.

“No.” James answered definitively with a frown. “I knew he wouldn’t come, there was no way. He’s done this every year - I mean, this year, it kinda seemed like there was a chance, but. I knew this would crush Rafe. I don’t know how much he’s told you…”

“I know some of it.”

“Yeah, well.” He handed Sophie another water bottle. “Go check on him, I’ll handle your parents.” He glanced out toward the living room, where both their parents were blissfully unaware of where their children were as they played beer pong against each other. “He’ll be fine, he just needs a little extra support this weekend.”

“Okay. Thank you.” She sighed and slipped upstairs, knocking on Rafe’s door. “Rafe? It’s me.”

“Come in.” He responded, not moving from his bed. When she came in, he turned to face her, a little teary and his face was red. “I’m sorry, Sophie, I’m not doing great today.”

She frowned and shut the door behind her, kicking off her shoes and crawled onto the bed next to him, immediately going to comb her fingers through his hair. “It’s alright, Rafe. I know this is hard.”

“No, it’s not alright.” He curled into her, resting his head on her chest and wrapped his arm around her waist.

She glanced at his phone lying next to him on the bed, with three attempted calls to his dad displayed on the screen, and frowned, her heart breaking just a tiny bit more. “How are you feeling?”

“Not sober.” He mumbled, halfway to falling asleep.

She held back a smile. “Yeah. I know. I got you more water - you still want to come to the game with all of us?”

“And what, sit by myself?”

“I was thinking you’d sit by me.”

“Oh.” He sighed. “I might after a while, I might nap. Can you stay?”

She paused, unsure. “I was going to go with my family…um, I can stay if you want, though.”

“No, no, it’s your last family weekend too. I don’t want to ruin it.” He lifted his head with a frown. “I’m being a shitty boyfriend.”

“You’re not, you’re just frustrated. That’s okay.” She corrected, resuming raking her nails against his scalp. He groaned softly and she flicked the back of his neck, shaking her head. “Watch it.”

“Sorry.” He mumbled against her skin, his lips brushing against her neck.

She pushed at him gently, rolling out from under him. “Hey. No. I am not going back downstairs with any hickies, absolutely not. Do you want me to come get you before we walk over?”

“Would you?”

“Course I would, baby.” She leaned over to kiss him, soft and sweet. “I want to help you, Rafe, I know this sucks. But you can’t shut me out, I don’t want to fight with you.”

“I know. I’m trying.” He replied, cheeks tinting red.

“Okay. I’ll come get you again soon, take a nap.” She brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

When she returned to the room an hour and a half later, Rafe was asleep with his mouth slightly ajar, his phone in hand. Sophie crept over quietly and sat on the edge of the bed carefully. Against her better judgment, she pulled his phone out of his hand and unlocked it. It was open to a drafted text to Ward, saying:

Miss you dad, wish you could have come. Maybe you can come up for a game later in the fall or come in the spring for something, I’d like you to see campus

She frowned and set it aside on the nightstand, then leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek and comb her fingers through his hair. “Rafe, we’re leaving soon,” she whispered.

He blinked sleepily up at her, wrapping her arms around her waist in an effort to pull her down. “G’morning.”

She laughed and let him tug her down, leaning into him. “Not quite. We’re going to head over and catch the second half of the game, you want to come?”

Rafe nodded but didn’t make a move to get out of bed, leaning forward to kiss her instead. “Yeah. Are they waiting on us?”

“I said you were tired from homework last night so you were taking a nap, that it might take you a second to wake up.” She kissed him back, the kisses going from chaste to needy on his end way too quick, and pulled back after a couple minutes, when his hand crept south. “Hey,” she warned.

“Hey.” He mumbled, slowly rolling on top of her. He was extra clingy, not wanting to let her go for a second, and her miniskirt she wore wasn’t doing him any favors.

She gave in for a few seconds but pulled back again, giggling when his nose bumped against hers. “You want to come or not?”

He started to smirk, slowly.

Sophie rolled her eyes and pushed at his shoulders to get him off. “Not what I meant, Rafe.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grinned down at her and pushed her top up, unsurprised that she wasn’t wearing a bra like usual, and sucked a hickey on the top of one of her breasts. When he did the same on the other, he could hear the tiniest whine before she pushed at him again. Once he tugged her top back into place, he was pleased to see her cheeks flushed pink. “Okay. I’m ready.”

“Fucker.” She accused.

“Oh, angel, I’m pretty sure we don’t have time. Later though.” He laughed as she immediately went to shove at him and stood, tugging her up off the bed. “C’mon, can’t leave them waiting.”

“You suck.” She adjusted her top in the mirror and smoothed over her hair, then touched up the fraying edge of her lipstick - and wiped off a smear of red on the corner of his lips, too.

“Should you go down first, pretend we haven’t been alone in the same room together? Can’t have your mom thinking we gave into temptation.” He teased.

Sophie flipped him off over her shoulder as she strode downstairs. “Come on, dumbass.”

“Your dumbass.”

“Yeah, lucky me.” She grinned.

______

After a long day of tailgating, and an unexciting blowout game against Minnesota, Rafe’s social battery was completely drained. He sucked up anyways and met Sophie’s family at a restaurant downtown for dinner, in a completely sour mood as he drove. However - as usual - he was able to plaster on his best winning smile as he strolled into the restaurant, greeting both her parents with a hug and a grin.

Thankfully, dinner was largely uneventful - he didn’t have to field any questions about his father not being there, or job prospects for next year. He was sure Sophie had prepared his parents before on everything they were allowed to talk to him about, something he was insanely grateful for.

At the end of dinner, after Sophie caught her mom eyeing the ring on her fingers a little too often, she tried to be subtle as she switched her Cartier ring from her left ring finger to the middle finger on her right. She wore Rafe’s opal ring too, which she stole from him sometimes to wear on her thumb, because it was way too big to wear on any other finger.

“Sophie.”

“Yes?” She replied, grabbing Rafe’s hand under the table to replace the opal ring back onto his finger.

“Do you have something to share with us?” Her mom nodded toward her Cartier ring and Sophie paused, glancing down at her hands.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Your ring, Sophie, don’t play dumb.” Her mom tapped her own wedding ring, raising her eyebrows.

“Alice.” Her dad warned, knowing exactly where the conversation was going.

“It was a gift from Rafe, what are you asking?” Sophie gripped Rafe’s hand underneath the table with her free hand and he had to resist cursing at how tight her grip was.

Her mom leveled her with a cool stare, matching Sophie’s energy. For a moment Rafe thought it’d be funny if he was watching the situation as an outsider, with how alike the two were. “Is that meant to be an engagement ring?”

Rafe choked on his drink.

“Oh my god, Mom, are you serious?” Sophie complained, delivering a hard pound of her fist to Rafe’s back. “I’ve had this since May.”

“Exactly, so if you’re engaged -”

“Alice, they’re 21 and 22 -”

“We’re not engaged, Mom, come on. You would know.” She rolled her eyes.

“I expect you’re planning on it soon, then?”

Ever-dramatic, Sophie sighed and put her head down on Rafe’s shoulder. “I want to disappear.” She mumbled.

Rafe pinched her thigh under the table and kept his eyes straight ahead to acknowledge her mother. “We haven’t discussed that, Mrs. Flint. I hope I haven’t given the wrong impression.”

“You haven’t, Rafe, it’s fine.” Her dad quickly assured him, a small smile teasing at his lips. “I see no reason for you to get married any sooner than necessary.”

Sophie lifted her head with her nose wrinkled, and Rafe reached out and smoothed his thumb over the bridge of her nose before he could think to stop himself. She held back a smile as she blushed, shaking her head before she returned her gaze to her parents. “Thank you, Dad, exactly.”

Rafe made a show of checking his watch. “I’m not sure what your plans are, Soph, but my fraternity has a parent’s weekend party tonight. I was going to go hang with Colin and James if that’s alright...don’t want to take too much of your time…” He trailed off, hoping she’d take the hint and give him the out.

“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek, making him blush.

He grinned and stood - he’d already slipped his credit card earlier to the waiter, hopefully unnoticed. “I’ll see you two later, Mr. and Mrs. Flint? Thanks for letting me tag along.”

“Of course. Sophie’s sorority actually has a brunch tomorrow, if you’d like to come?” Her mom asked, trying her best to make sure Rafe still felt included. Sophie had given the two of them the rundown on what happened, and while they didn’t mention it, Rafe could tell they were being extra sympathetic. He appreciated it, but he also hated it - it made him feel hot under his collar.

“Oh, we actually have a golf tournament with -” His face fell as he remembered. He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. “With the dads, uh, I guess I won’t be going though.”

Jeff glanced at Sophie for approval before speaking up. “I’d go with you. If you want, that is. I mean, if you already paid, you might as well take advantage of it, I’m happy to Venmail -”

“Venmo.” Sophie corrected with a grin.

“Yes, Venmail. Happy to Venmail you for my share, if you’ll have me.”

Rafe beamed, rocking back on his heels. “Really? You’d do that? You don’t have to, but yeah, I’d love that. If you’re down.”

“I’m in.” Jeff grinned. “More fun than a silent auction at the brunch anyways.”

“Dad!”

“It’s true!”

Rafe laughed, nodding. “Okay, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at your hotel at 8. I have an extra glove, club rental, all that.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Sophie’s head. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Let me know if you need a ride tonight.” Sophie told him with a smile, squeezing his hand.

“I will. Love you.” He left with a grin, one she hadn’t seen from him all weekend.

_____

The next morning, Rafe came to pick Jeff up right on time, with his coffee order already in the car. They were placed in a group with James and Colin and their dads as well, and Rafe felt a surprising sense of ease being alone with them all.

“What happened to your hand?” Jeff asked the second Rafe got in the cart, nodding to the bandages wrapped around each individual knuckle. (He’d protested it, but Sophie told him he was being ridiculous and he had to wear them if he wanted to heal.)

He just shrugged, flexing his hand and resisting a wince.

“Rafe.”

“I, uh, may have punched a brick wall.” He admitted, not looking at Jeff, just staring ahead out at the green.

Jeff snorted. “Ah. Not your smartest choice.”

Despite himself, Rafe laughed. “Yeah. Not really. I thought my dad was coming this time, and - yeah. Last minute cancellation.” He paused, then glanced over with panic in his eyes. “I’m not violent, you know - I would never, ever lay my hands on Sophie -”

Jeff nudged his shoulder against Rafe’s as he pulled up to the next hole. “I know, kiddo, you’re alright. Sophie told me you were excited.”

“Yeah.” Rafe nodded with a frown. “I was. Should’ve known, though, it’s nothing new.”

“Still frustrating.” Jeff watched as Rafe selected a club, raising his eyebrows at the choice, then nodded when Rafe carefully put it back and chose another one. “It’s tough when people don’t show up for you.”

“Yeah, exactly. It’s just -” Rafe took a deep breath, lining his ball up on the tee then connected with a satisfying crack of the club. “Everyone else’s dad works, they found a way to come. I don’t get why he can’t. I even did extra hours this week for him so he could have less of a workload to catch up on next week.”

“You’re still working for him?”

“Yeah. Probably going to after graduation too, even though Sophie doesn’t like it.” He said resignedly. “Now I just gotta wait for her to get into Columbia so we can start looking at places.”

Jeff whiffed the ball, something he hadn’t done in years. “Hold on. We?”

“Uh…”

“You two have talked about living together?”

Rafe gulped.

They’d discussed it so often that it was a fact of life by now, he’d forgotten that not everyone would also know. “Very briefly. Just because New York is expensive. It’s nothing set in stone.”

Jeff carefully replaced the ball on the tee, then hit it hard - Rafe briefly considered running. “Huh. That’s new information to me.”

“We’re just - I don’t know, I thought I’d like to be able to help her with rent a little, if she’s willing. New York would be cool to live in. Or Austin too - but she could live with other students, too, um, we haven’t really started looking or anything -” Rafe rambled, getting more and more nervous as Jeff just listened with raised eyebrows.

“Were you going to follow her? For sure?”

Rafe rubbed the back of his neck. “That was the plan, yeah. If she’ll have me. I just, uh. Feel better when she’s around. More for my sake than hers, honestly.” He confessed, thinking back to how miserable his summer had been. Sure, Sophie had missed him, but he didn’t realize how lost he would feel without her.

“Living together would make sense, then.” Jeff nodded, slotting his club back into the bag and climbing back into the cart.

Rafe shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. “I kinda thought so. But if that’s something you’re against, I wouldn’t want to be disrespectful -”

“I’ll talk about it with Alice.” Jeff cut him off. “Sophie’s an adult, of course, but we’d like to be involved in her choices.” He paused. “She’s worried about telling her mom, isn’t she.”

“I’m not sure, sir.” He told him, truthfully.

He didn’t quite understand her relationship with her mom - they’d be talking on the phone for an hour one day, as Sophie ranted about architecture and work and everything in between, and the next day she refused to talk to her after her mom tried slipping a hint that she didn’t like the two of them sharing a bed. She’d tried to explain once, but Rafe didn’t quite understand, not having grown up around religion like she did. (Sometimes it felt like the actual religion, sometimes it felt like her mom was just more concerned with how they’d appear to others in the church.)

Jeff nodded, thinking for a moment. “Truthfully, I’d rather she live with you than with someone she doesn’t know, so. We’ll talk about it.”

Rafe couldn’t hide his beam. “Thank you, sir. I’d really appreciate that.”

He smiled back, then tapped Rafe’s arm with his club. “You’re welcome. Now fix your form.”

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The Rest Of Our Lives - Mason Mount Series 🦋 (Chapter Three) Departure

Warnings: none but next chapter is smutty ;)

Recommended Listening: Forever by Labrinth (Slowed).

Taglist: @storyofavengers

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After releasing me from the hug I was immersed in, I quickly went to the bathroom whilst Mason waited patiently for me outside in the hallway. Once I had finished and came back out to meet him, the little smirk on his face made my heart so full. Maybe he really did miss me like he had said, but if so why didn’t he get in contact sooner? I guess he was afraid of the rejection but I really did wish he had still tried. At the end of the day, we only regret the chances we didn’t take. Of course I was still hurt by him, but I did want to give him his chance to explain everything, even if it meant we wouldn’t rekindle the friendship like it once was, and we would still go our separate ways again.

“You alright?,” he asked in a soft tone.

“Yeah..” I gave him a small smile before he nodded and took my hand leading me back upstairs to the nightclub’s centre-point. It was only at the top of the stairs that we were caught in our tracks by a stunning blonde-haired girl who had recognised my old best friend.

“Mase gorgeous, how are you? I haven’t heard from you or seen you in a while. I thought you might have fell of the face of the earth or something.” she piped up. His reaction was like a deer caught in headlights. Who the hell was this? I knew it wasn’t his girlfriend but she seemed to be someone who was at one stage more than just a friend like I was.

“Uh, hi Olivia, yeah..” he began to speak back to her. “I um, I’ve just been busy sorry, I’m good how are you?” he continued unconfidently, itching to get away from this current conversation.

“Too busy, huh?.” She raised her eyebrows and chuckled. I was standing there so awkwardly, not knowing what to do or where to look. She didn’t pay attention to me once, her eyes fixated on the brown-haired man beside me. “And here’s me thinking Mason Mount would never be too busy to reply or spend some time with me..” she gasped jokingly, but I knew she was being serious and I really didn’t like the vibe I was getting off her. My heart began shattering again out of jealousy. It’s amazing how you can go without seeing someone for years and even though they broke you, in an instant all the feelings and memories come rushing back. And that’s exactly what happened when I saw Mason on the street earlier this night. Even though it was /my/hand he was still holding, I still felt threatened.

“Awh no.. I mean.. I don’t know. I’m sorry as I said I’ve just been really busy,” was all he could come up with as a response, his palm becoming sweaty interlaced with my own. You know when you can feel your heart beating in another part of your body? I could feel his through his hand in my grasp.

“Hmm okay.” She said with barely any emotion behind it. “So who’s this little one then? Your new girl?” Her attention was now focused on me, now frozen with a tightness in my chest. I should have spoken up. I wanted to. But I was unable to. Thankfully, Mason covered for me.

“Uh, no she’s just a.. a friend..” he trailed off, so unsure of his answer and looking across at me, his eyes soliciting for an answer. Realistically, we were former friends. But within time, we both hoped we could drop the former. Slowly nodding as reassurance, I turned back to look at the the tall woman standing in front of me.

“Just friends?” her eyes widened with a smug look, pointing towards our intertwined fingers. I went to let go of Mason’s hand but his grip tightened, letting me know it was okay and he had the situation under control.

“Yeah this is my childhood best friend Sophie. I uh- I ran into her down outside the bathrooms and she wasn’t feeling the best so I said I’d bring her back upstairs and take her home. I just wanted to keep her close in case she fainted or anything.” he announced. Her eyes were now practically staring into my soul, but buying it, she just replied with an ‘oh’ and I signalled in agreement once again.

“Well, that was nice of you.” She smiled pompously. “Anyhoo, you have my number. Don’t be stranger.”

“Right.” Mason gulped and she winked walking away. Once gone, he turned to look at me again, apologising with his eyes. I bit my lip and shook my head to let him know that it was alright and that we didn’t have to talk about it. To be honest, I did want to talk about it. I wanted to know who she was. Was he sleeping with her? And if so was it going to progress any further? So many questions filled my mind but I tried to forget about them, telling myself that it was none of my business and it was before we had reconnected to night anyways.

Making our way over to Hollie, the look of disappointment across of her face said more than words ever could. She was relieved to see that I hadn’t gone missing, but she wasn’t too impressed that on my return I had brought back Mason with me. Giving me a moment to talk to her, Mason stepped away, resting his arm on the bar counter and facing the dance floor.

“What’s going on, are you okay? I went looking for you but I seen you talking to him from the top of the stairs and I didn’t want to interrupt.” She whispered sympathetically.

“Yeah I’m fine, thank you Hol. And I’m sorry I left you for so long.” I replied.

“No no, don’t be sorry. I was more than alright up here, I was talking to that bartender for ages anyways. I’m sorry Soph, I didn’t realise he would be here too. Is everything okay between you both?”

I wanted to say yes. But was everything okay between us both? I mean for now it was. I was giving him his opportunity to talk to me, but I hadn’t heard his side of the story yet nor had I forgiven him. Trying to find the right words to respond with, I took a deep breath.

“It’s not your fault Hollie, I was the one who said I wanted to come here in the first place. And I guess for now yeah. I’m giving him a chance to clear up everything and get some clarity on the whole thing. It doesn’t mean we’re going to go back to being how we were before but at least if we can be on civil terms.. I don’t know that’s got to be worth something right?” I asked, in hope of encouragement.

Hollie was the best friend a girl could ask for. She was more like a big sister despite me being older; a little dumb and clumsy at times, but no matter how many bad and possibly avoidable situations she put herself in, she would always make sure I didn’t do the same. She only wanted the best for me, as did I for her, so she basically made herself the crash test dummy and tried to advise me as much as possible. And she always made me laugh and smile without fail, after every heart break, every failure, basically anything terrible circumstance you can think of. She was always there.

“Well that’s your choice and I think it’s fair enough.” She gave me a fragile smile. “Just be smart and don’t let him hurt you again Soph. I seen how much pain and anguish you were in tonight and I never want to see you like that again. It’s alright that you want some light shed and some closure on the situation, but don’t let him blindside you and destroy your heart again, okay?” she raised her brows, placing both hands either side of my shoulders to make sure I was listening. Nodding to let her know I understood, she gave me a full warm smile back.

“Okay, so I think I’m going back to Dylan’s house once he’s finished his shift”. She added, referring to the bartender who was now waving at us. “But I don’t know what your plans are so I don’t have to if you don’t want me to and you need me.”

“No no, you go. I’ll find out what Mase and I are doing and once I’m back home and safe I’ll give you a text and let you know. If I need you at any stage I’ll call you.” I said before giving her a hug and getting ready to leave.

“Okay, I’ll do the same!” She mumbled, and with that I rejoined Mason who had finished informing his teammates and friends what was happening. Putting an arm around my waist, we had left the nightclub once again with crisp and fresh night air.

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Quick A/N: AHH I’m so excited for the next chapter you guys are gonna love it I hope! Also, the reason I put listening recommendations is to help you all imagine what I’m visualising when I right my stories and ideas! Music basically helps me set the scene. When you’re listening to the song attached to this post, I want y’all to try visualise yourself walking in slow-mo through a crowded nightclub holding hands with THE Mason Mount. Everyone looking at you both leaving, but he’s looking back every so often just to make sure you’re okay. Just imagine. That’s all :)

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knockknockchicagopd · 3 years

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❛ WHO'S THE ALPHA? ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: hi there💞 can i request where reader and antiono dawson are dating in secret and she's pregnant and now they getting it on with some smut in his office and her father hank catches them with some angst please

❚❙ ANTONIO DAWSON MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 1.9k

❚❙ NOTES: There's no smut because I couldn't imagine the situation of being caught in the act, also keeping in mind that reader is Hank's daughter. There's no way Antonio would take that kind of risk.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

❚❙ GIF credits: to the author.

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Since you knew this morning that you're pregnant, you haven't stopped thinking about how you are going to say it to Antonio. It's not a big deal, but it means that your father will know it too. And that's a real problem. But the happiness inside you doesn't let you worry now about that. It's been a long year hiding it from him and maybe it's a good way for him to discover it.

Honestly, you can't wait till coming to his house to tell him and, by the time it is, your father must be in your home already. So you decide to drive to the District. Antonio has to be there, since he hasn't text you yet. Leaving your car in the private parking, you walk in by the back door, going upstairs straight to the Intelligence Unit, passing away what they call the cage and the interview rooms. You can't contain the smile curving up your lips when you find your boyfriend very focused on something in his computer, writing down some kind of notes in a report. He doesn't even notice your presence, till you're in front of him.

“Voight left ten minutes ago”. He says, keeping up appearances just in case someone can hear you.

“We're alone”. You reply raising both eyebrows.

Leaning back on his chair to check both sides of his office, he drags his seat away from his desk enough for you to sit on his lap. Infected by your smile, Antonio can't help but draw the same gesture while placing an arm around your waist and his other hand on the back of your head. He's delighted to see you after a long day of paperwork and his ass stuck on his chair. Sometimes he doesn't know if it is worse to be there or to be in the street. But you're his reward, so he doesn't complain.

His lips find yours in a sigh, purring against them when he feels your warm wrapping him. The only thing he needs. His kisses are soft, slow, gentle. Just like his caresses. Just like him all the time. You found the most tender man you could ask for, and you thank God every day of your life. He takes care of you like no one else, with the most minimal details, without asking anything back. You two are made for each other, that's a fact.

“Antonio… baby, I have to tell you something”.

“Can't it wait?” He mumbles pecking your lips once and again, watching him bite his in the short meantime of meeting again.

“Yeah, actually for… like seven months, more or less”.

With his mouth on yours but not moving a single inch, he pulls himself away from you frowning confused. Your boyfriend doesn't last longer than two seconds to put his brain cells to work and connects the dots. His gesture changes from playful and joy to a big pout, as his eyes are filled up with tears.

“Dios mío”.

It's the first time you watch him crying since you know him, for more than eight years. You don't doubt cleaning the tears that fall down by his cheek, as his sobs become a little constant.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a broken tone of voice, tilting his head for a moment. You just nod in silence. “When did… you know?”

“This morning. I'm two months now… Are you… happy?”

“Of course I am, princesa”. Lively laughing, he urges you to stand up to do the same and push you into a tight hug between his arms.

Of course, it wasn't something you two planned. And of course, it wasn't something you two were expecting. But you have never felt this blissfulness in your life. You're in a rollercoaster of emotions right now, just like your boyfriend who doesn't know what to say, nor what to do more than to spread a bunch of kisses all around your face trying to transmit you every single thing he is feeling right now.

Since Laura left him, Antonio thought he would never be loved with so much intensity, and then, you clapped eyes on each other. You know him ever since practically, but that time was different. You had a rare day in the hospital and he had closed a two-months investigation satisfactory. But you were tired like never before, feeling vulnerable and with a mix of emotions roaming your bodies. You came to the District looking for your father, but he was gone to celebrate already, so he offered himself to drive you home. And it just simply happened.

One year after, you're expecting your first baby. And probably not the last.

“Making friends?”

The well known tone of voice of your father interrupts your moment. Your bodies are frozen against the other, putting distance between both slowly. Gulping and turning toward the sergeant, you watch him waving a hand waiting for an answer. The tip of his tongue licks his teeth, arching an eyebrow as his face hardens. You aren't able to say anything, looking at your boyfriend who seems more terrified than you, rubbing his forehead.

“Hm…”

Your father grabs his gun from the holster on his belt, taking the safety off. You know he's just pressuring you to talk, but you block his possible target by putting ahead of Antonio. Just in case.

“Dad… Dad, list—listen”.

“I'm listening, baby girl”. He scoffs, placing his hands crossed under his abdomen.

“We… Uh…” Your heart is racing so fast that you're afraid to collapse, until you feel one of Antonio's hands hold yours, placing himself by your side. “We're together… like… a couple”.

“You're not anymore. Go home and wait for me there”.

“Da—”.

“Don't make me say it twice, (Y/N)”.

“Go. We will talk later, I promise you”. Your boyfriend's whisper doesn't make you feel convinced, but you obey in silence not being another option.

With your arms around your abdomen and your hands trembling tangled on your own uniform, you leave the District looking back every two seconds. It's not like Hank controls your life, but this is a question of honor, and you trust in Antonio. You know they need to be alone to talk some sense into him. But you also know what is going to happen.

Two long hours sitting on your sofa, desperate with your phone between both fingers waiting for a call, a text, anything. You knew it wasn't a good idea to hide it from your father, but to be honest, you didn't know that Antonio and you could go that far. The baby wasn't something planned, it just happened. You haven't even had time to react, but you still have some hope. Hank would never forbid you to continue this relationship now that you're pregnant. Though you know it's not going to be easy for him to assimilate it.

When the lights of a big SUV illuminates the street and the facade of your house, you don't lose time getting up from your seat to run to the entrance, opening the door and waiting for your father to say something as he steps out of his car. He doesn't look happy, not at all. You've lied to him all this time and you're aware of how hurt his ego is right now. It's going to cost you more than a sorry to bring back his trust in you. Licking your bottom lip in silence, you can't help but go downstairs to meet him on his path.

Hank has his hands kept in the pocket of his jeans with a rough and disappointed gesture in his face. You aren't sure what to say, being just a couple steps away from him.

“Maybe Antonio tripped and broke his nose”. He just says with feigned innocence, causing you to arch an eyebrow and cross your arms on your chest. “He's in the Chicago Med. You should go”.

Your father is about to pass you away to the inside when you stop him by a hand on his chest, pushing him back to face you.

“You're still my favorite man on earth”. You mumble bowing your head down for a second, till he holds your hand to place a kiss on the back of it.

“That's why he isn't dead, princess”.

“Isn't it because I am pregnant, and he is the father?” Not trying to contain a soft grin, you grab his other hand to lace your fingers with his and place them on your belly, knowing it's going to work.

“His grandfather is more than enough”. Hank replies squinting at you, before tilting his head to press a kiss on your forehead.

Leaving the front of your house straight to your car, he waits for you outside till you abandon your neighborhood to take the highway and reach the hospital faster. You're ashamed, you can't lie, but if your father didn't have a single scratch means that Antonio didn't hit him back, which is good. He still knows who the alpha is. You can go against the world, but not against Hank Voight. That's a fact. Everybody in Chicago knows it.

Not caring too much about how you park your car, your legs move quicker to the Emergencies being received by Will, who is trying to not laugh pressing both lips against the other. Making you a sign with a silent congratulations, your eyes travel around the open doors till finding Antonio sitting on a stretcher with his head bowed down, swinging his feet.

Knocking on the white metallic frame, you stick your head out of it with a sweet smile on the corner of your lips. “Need a ride back home, inspector?”

“May I need a nurse too”.

His brown eyes have a shine that only appears in them when he sees you after a long, long day; when he's about to be hugged by you, kissed, touched, loved. Putting down from the stretcher, you help your boyfriend to wear his jacket and zip it up over his torso.

“You okay?” Feeling your cheeks burning because of the shame, you put both hands on his neck to take a look of his nose covered with a gauze.

“He just threatened me and punched me. Honestly, I thought he would bring me to a remote place to make me dig my own grave. I think it did quite well, don't you?”

Antonio's positivism makes you laugh, nodding with your chin. Holding your arms and taking them to his mouth, he kisses both with so much care and tenderness, before tilting his head to catch your lips between his. At first, it's weird and awkward for you to be kissen for him in public, after a year hiding it. But it only lasts a short second. You can't wait to stop containing your impulses for hugging him and holding his hand and calling him amor in front of all; not in front of your dad, obviously. You're too young to die.

#lemme know what you think in a comment! ⚡#chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #chicago pd x reader #antonio dawson #antonio dawson x reader #antonio dawson imagine

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astrid-potato · 3 years

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愛してる

pairing:sunghoon x fem!reader

genre:fluff, slight angst?

warning:some slight cussing

a/n: this is kinda based on “to all the boys i loved before” but i’ve actually never watched the movies😅 so i hope this is okay<3

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“what’s wrong?” your friend sophie asks while poking your cheek. “my ex won’t leave me alone and it’s been like two weeks since we broke up.” i groan, placing my head down on my desk. “through text or-“ “mainly just at school. it’s like he’s trying to piss me off anymore than i’m already am.”

looking out the window, i can only pay attention to my own thoughts. “y/n, y/n..Y/N!” i jumped at the sudden outburst of my name. “the bell rang like two minutes ago.” “oh”. grabbing my stuff, i peacefully walk to my next class. not realizing what class period was next, i walk in to see my ex laughing with his friends.

not even seconds after i sat down, i see someone standing in front of my desk. looking up i see my ex smirking down at me. “what do you want?” “well aren’t you in a bitchy mood today.” “i wouldn’t be in mood if your ass would just leave me alone.” “if would just respond to my texts, i wouldn’t be standing here.”

as soon as i was going to speak, i see the classroom door open revealing a group of boys walking in. having an idea, i get out of my seat and walk over to one of the boy before he could sit down. “hey babe” while hugging the boy. the boy looked at me startled and confused, “just go with it.” i whispered while nudging my head towards my ex. “ohh”.

the boy finally catching on, hugs me back while staring directly at my ex. “you’re dating sunghoon!?!” my ex exclaims while everyone else in the room goes silent. “she is and who are you?” sunghoon asks. “her ex”. i look at my ex and couldn’t tell if he was pissed or upset. “well it looks like you didn’t end on good terms” “that’s none of your business” “it’s also none of your business of who y/n is dating now so if you can just leave us alone that would be great.”

“fine..it probably won’t even last that long anyways” my ex states while going back to his desk. “thank you” i whisper. “no problem”. going back to my seat, all i could think about is how sunghoon was holding my hand the entire time.

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“Y/N” sophie screams while running towards me. “what?” “you’re dating sunghoon!?!” i looked at her confused then realized what she was talking about. “how the hell did you find out and no i’m not dating him.” “wait what” “my ex was bothering me during class and decided just to find someone and act like he was my boyfriend, that’s all.” i shrugged. “THATS ALL??, y/n, sunghoon is like one of the most popular guys in our school. do you know how much this could possibly hurt you? i mean everyone in school already knows about you too and some of the girls are not so happy about it.” realizing the severity of the situation, i pull out my phone and go onto to see everyone talking about us. “oh shit” “yeah oh shit is right”

“y/n you might want to turn around.” “huh” looking up from my phone, i see sunghoon walking towards the two of us. “hey we need to talk” “uhh okay” i wave bye to sophie and walk with sunghoon to wherever he was taking me. “where are we going?” “to my car” “ohh”. getting in his car, i felt a little uncomfortable with the close proximity of us being in the car together. “so what do you want to talk about?” “about this whole ‘relationship’ “ “look i’m sorry i didn’t mean for this to happen. i was just trying to get my ex to stop bothering me and” “hey it’s fine, i totally understand. we just need to go over some rules” “rules?” raising an eyebrow at him. “yes. now first we can just fake date for the time being but there needs to be rules.” “okay” “1: your allowed to hug me whenever. 2: only kisses that are allowed are on the cheek. 3: i have practice at 3-7 on the week days and i’m only really free on the weekends. even if we are fake dating we still have to act like a couple or people will realize that we’re not actually dating and that really wouldn’t look good on your end.” “what does your practice have to with this though?” “ohh you have to come to those sometimes” “what why?!” “because that’s want good girlfriends do, they watch their boyfriends practice for their competition and games~” sunghoon says poking my cheek in the process. blushing slightly at the use of the word ‘girlfriend’ i turn my head so he wouldn’t see. “is that all?” “yeah i think so for the most part” all i do is nod. the car fills up with silence after that. “would you like to come to my practice today?” i look at the clock to see it was almost 3, looking at sunghoon “sure i have nothing better to do” “okay then off to the rink!”

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“it’s been about 3 weeks since the whole fake dating thing has happened and for the most part it’s been going okay. there’s only been like two girls that tried starting shit with me but other than that nothing else has happened. even my ex has been leaving me alone. thank god.” “how long will this go on for?” sophie asks. “i really don’t know to be honest. sunghoon never really said anything about how we can keep this going.” “i mean shit who knows, maybe you’ll actually fall in love with each other.” sophie says while grinning. “uhh yeah no.��

walking out to the common area outside, i see sunghoon talking with his friends. walking over to them, i place my bag down at sit next to jay which is currently talking about what he did during the weekend. “hey guys” fake dating sunghoon meant becoming friends with his friends which actually wasn’t that bad. everyone is so nice and really enjoyable to hang out with, and the guys never mind when i’m around which is nice. “oh hi y/n. how are you?” jake asks. “i’m good, just a bit tired that’s all.”

upon hearing that, sunghoon pulls me over to and pushes my head to rest on his shoulder. getting comfortable, i listen to the boys talk about sports and how jake has an upcoming soccer game on wednesday. “y/n are you going to the game on wednesday?” “uh i think so, sophie said she wanted to go but she doesn’t want to go alone so i guess i’ll be there.” “okay cool! well anyways i have to get going, i have to finish my homework and then go to practice. bye guys” jake says while getting up and walking out of school grounds. “yeah we have to leave too.” sunghoon states while gathering his things. getting up, i grab my bag and wait for sunghoon. “bye y’all” waving at the rest of the boys.

getting in the passenger seat of sunghoons car, i wait for him to finish putting all his stuff in the back of the car. “what is all that?” “just stuff for a project i had to do.” “ohh okay.” “i don’t have practice today so do you want to go to a cafe orr” “umm yeah that would be fine i guess” “okay cool” starting the car, we had into town and find a parking spot(a/n: you know like the parking spots on the side of the road and you can just park there and then walk around the city and stuff). sunghoon gets out of the car and puts money into the meter. walking to one of the cafes near the center of town, we walk in and sit down. looking at the menu while waiting for the waiter to come, i could feel eyes on me. looking up i see that sunghoon is staring at me. “what? do i have something on my face?” snapping back to reality before sunghoon could speak, the waiter comes over to our table. “hi how are you today and what could i get for y’all?” “ could i get a piece of strawberry cheesecake and water please” “okay and for you?” “just a piece of chocolate mousse cake. thank you” “okay i will get that out in just a few minutes”

“one piece of strawberry cheesecake and one piece of chocolate mousse cake. and here is your water ma’am.” “thank you!” grabbing my fork, i get a small piece before eating it. “omg this is so good!” “i’m glad” sunghoon says while smiling a little. “here try” holding a piece in front of his mouth. sunghoon looks at the piece of cake then looks at me questionably before open his mouth and eating the cake. “wow it is good” “see i told you!” while eating i could see sunghoon starting at my plate. “what’s wrong?” sunghoon doesn’t say anything except grabs something from under the plate. “what is it?” all sunghoon does is crumbles the piece of paper and goes back to eating the rest of food. looking at him i could tell he was a little upset. paying no mind to it, i finish the rest of my cake and just wait while looking out the window. “okay let’s go” looking at sunghoon, i get up and go to grab my wallet before feeling a hand stopping me. “i’m paying” “uhh no, last time you paid so i’m going to pay this time.” “no you’re not” not interested in arguing about who’s paying, i let him and wait for him outside the cafe.

“what did the paper say?” “it was nothing” “sunghoon don’t lie to me, i can tell that you are lying.” “ i am not lying thank you very much.” “yes you are. so are you going to tell me what it says or am i going to have to pry it out of you?” i question. “and just how are you going to do that?” sunghoon looks over at me while stopping at the red light. getting closer to his face, his eyes widened “okay okay, it was the waiters number” he says the last part in a whisper” “sorry i couldn’t hear you, could you repeat that for me?” “it was the waiters number” “the guy from the cafe?” my eyes look back over to sunghoon and i could see i light tint of pink dusting his cheeks. “sunghoon, are you jealous?” “what no, what are you talking about?” “i mean you could’ve just told me it was the guys number in the cafe but you didn’t. why?” “because i know you wouldn’t care and besides that how could he not tell we are ‘dating’. i mean to me it was clear as day” “you are jealous!” “am not” “is to”. looking out the window, i see that we’re outside of my house. not wanting to farther upset him, i grab my bag and get out the car. “i’ll see you tomorrow” “yeah..” “goodnight sungie”

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“come on y/n or we’re going to be latee” “okay okay hold on i have to make sure i have everything” grabbing my bag me and sophie walk out of her house and make our way to the school. “i wonder if jay is going to be there?” “of course he’s going to be there, jake is like his best friend.”

arriving to the school, everyone was just hanging out before the game. seeing sunghoon towards the back of the field bleachers, i walk over to him. “hey” sitting down next to him. “you look good” sunghoon was wearing a pair a black jeans with holes in the knees, an oversized red hoodie and a black beanie. “thanks, you don’t look to bad yourself.” “well thank you” “eww” sophie says while acting like she was going to throw up. “i’m going to go get some snacks” sophie says while getting up. once she was gone, i look over to sunghoon “i’m sorry about yesterday, i didn’t mean to pry into it nor say you were jealous.” “no it’s my fault, i should’ve told you. and no you were right i was kinda jealous.” “why though? we’re only fake dating so why be jealous.” “i don’t know really” “i’m back!” sophie exclaims while plopping a bag in my lap. “they had some of your favorite snacks so i got some for you” “ohh you didn’t have to, thank you though”

while watching the game, sunghoon gets up and walks off. not thinking much of it, i just pay attention to the game. getting a ding from my phone, i see that sunghoon texted me.

hoonie💕: meet me by my car

you: okay:)

getting up i tell sophie that i’ll be right back and make my way towards the parking lot. i see sunghoon leaning on the front of his car. “hey what’s up?” “i need to talk to you.” “okay what do you need to talk abou-“ because i could finish my sentence, sunghoon grabs me and pulls me closer to him, kissing me in the process. my eyes widened and before anything else, sunghoon pulls back. “i umm what was the for?” “y/n just listen to me for a minute. i know this was only supposed to be a short term thing, i really do. it’s just after spending so much time with you, i realize that i actually liked you more than i thought i would. the day we went to the cafe and the waiter slipped his number to you, it made me upset. i didn’t like the fact that somebody else could possibly like you. it made me realize how much you truly meant to me. i really like you y/n and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. i just really needed to get that off my chest.” shocked from sunghoons words, all i could do it stand there and process everything that just happened. “sunghoon look at me” sunghoon looks up at me and i could tell that he nervous. “sunghoon the day i hugged you i never thought it would come to this. i love spending time with you or going to your practices. i realize that i might of had a small crush on you from the beginning but at the same time i was scared because of the way things ended with my ex. i was scared to get into a relationship and even if it was just fake dating, it still scared me. but after spending so much time with you, i realized that i truly did liked you. you are always so kind and caring to me. it’s just i really like you too sunghoon and to be honest i’ve liked you for a while now i guess.” “well i mean do you want to be my actual girlfriend?” sunghoon asks while grabbing both of my hands. “yes” i say before pulling him closer to kiss him.

“i love you y/n” “i love you to hoonie”

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a/n: omg this took so long to write but it’s finally done!! i really hope this is okay and there might be a few spelling error here and there or grammar errors as well. i literally wrote this weeks ago but never actually typed it out. i’ve been really busy with school and i’ve been dealing with some persons things as well. y’all can send request in if you would like or you can just talk/ask me questions if you would like:)

have a good day y’all<3

#enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon scenarios #enhypen scenarios #park sunghoon

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justthehiddleswrites · 3 years

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Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 13 | I gave him a choice, he wanted to wear it

A/N: So this is the last chapter of the main story for Tom and Vivian. But not the last I am sure we will see of them. Thank you for all the wonderful support for these two!

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship. When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian. Which is the one thing he never knew he needed. Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship. But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter: With the air cleared, Tom and Vivian continues to move forward in their relationship.

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

Tag Lists Are Open! Let me know if you want to be added. Thank you for reading!

1 Year Later

“Does this get any easier?” Vivian leaned to whisper to Sophie as they made their way to their seats in the audience.

“No. The press junket is the worst.” Sophie squeezed her arm. “But this one is much more bearable with you here.”

“That goes double for me.” Vivian smiled.

“Tom, is he…” Sophie raised a knowing eyebrow.

“I gave him a choice, he wanted to wear it.” Vivian shrugged her shoulders. “Ben, still being a brat?”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Yes. We can discuss that later. I need punishment ideas.”

Vivian smirked. Sophie and Ben had been exploring their own relationship dynamics over the last several months. Both of them knew Tom and Ben were trading notes and so they did likewise. “I’ll think about and text you some thoughts. Something Tom wouldn’t have warned him about.” They both giggled.

The past year had been hectic. The kitchen remodel took twice as long as Vivian hoped, forcing the two of them to eat out more than both wanted to. While the speculation regarding Tom and her relationship status died down significantly after Luke made a statement denying any secret marriage ceremonies, but it never really went away. She grew used to the stares and mutters and closed up her circle of friends and family in response after Ashley spilled that Tom and her met on an online dating site, effectively ending their friendship. Vivian found solace in her new friendship with Sophie, who understood better than anyone her unusual life circumstances. And life with Tom was as exciting as ever, especially with introducing new toys in the bedroom and elsewhere.

The two of them settled into their seats in the front row and waited for the show to start. Vivian beamed as both Tom and Benedict were introduced onto the stage to promote the newest Marvel film. Tom’s hair was longer, and he grew the beard back. He smiled at Vivian as he caught her eye in the audience. She recognized that smirk; he was up to something. And she was certain that something did not include the cage he was sporting under his navy double breasted suit. No one could tell unless they were looking for it. Tom had gotten good at hiding it.

“Now, Tom,” the interviewer leaned in after he asked several questions about the film to both Tom and Benedict. “your love life has been quite the subject of the papers this past year.”

Tom’s cheeks reddened, and Vivian’s fists clenched. “So it would seem. I try to not pay too much attention, Graham.”

“Well, I can imagine with such a stunning woman taking up all your attention.” Graham flashed the picture from the day Tom suggested she move in together. “Vivian, right?”

Tom nodded. “Yup.”

“Is it true the two of you met on a dating site?”

Tom blushed at the question. An old one at this point. They both rehearsed an answer for such an occasion.

“I don’t comment on the specifics of my relationship, Graham.”

“But I do!” Ben interjected. Tom frowned at him. Vivian’s eyes cut to Sophie, whose face was frozen in panic. “And I can say their relationship…” Ben glanced over at the two of you and winked. “… is built on mutual respect and trust.”

Tom sighed in relief and leaned back on the couch.

“Hardly newsworthy, Ben.” Graham groused.

Tom perked up and leaned in towards the host. “Well she is here in the audience, should we ask her for any juicy details?”

Graham pumped up the audience, who cheered as Vivian sunk deeper into her chair. Sophie scowled next to her.

“Darling, can I tell them anything about us?” Tom smiled as he looked over at her.

“No.” she called out.

Tom’s eyes sparkled again. “Not even our big announcement?”

Vivian’s brow furrowed in confusion as the audience oohed and cheered. She had no idea what announcement Tom was talking about. Certainly nothing had been cleared with Luke. Or her.

“I think she might need a little convincing, Graham. May I?” Tom gestured towards Vivian.

Graham nodded. “Why not? It’s not like you are here to talk about a movie or anything.”

Tom chuckled as he stood and moved towards Vivian. He kneeled in front of you. It was only then she noticed his hands shaking. He fiddled with his signet ring.

“Tom…” she started.

“Darling, this past year has been an adventure. A journey I have gladly taken with you. You have enriched my life in a way I could never imagine. I know that you are it. You are the one. You are mine and I am yours.”

Vivian’s brain swirled, only snapping back to reality when Tom fished a small box out of his jacket pocket and Sophie grabbed her arm. Tom popped open the box to reveal a brilliant cushion cut diamond set in platinum.

“Will you marry me?” Tom’s voice cracked.

Vivian sat there silently as a hundred eyes stared at her. But the only ones that mattered were right in front of her. Impossibly blue. And brimming with tears. Pleading, begging and full of love.

“Yes.” Vivian’s voice warbled. She cleared her throat, her own eyes now watering. “Yes, yes!” She repeated.

Tom’s face broke out into the widest, most perfect boyish smile ever as he slipped the ring on Vivian’s finger. She grabbed his face and kissed him, pulling him onto her lap. The audience erupted into wild applause.

“You saw it here first, Tom Hiddleston is now engaged.” Graham announced

“You are going to pay for this later.” Vivian muttered against Tom’s lips. No one else could hear her.

“I was planning on it.” Tom smirked, kissing her again.

“I was talking about Luke.”

Tom chuckled, kissing her cheek. “I already ran it past him, darling. I have to get back up there.”

“We are talking after.” She pushed him away playfully.

Tom winked at her and headed back onto the stage. Vivian showed off the ring to Sophie. She smiled.

“I know. He asked my opinion about it a month ago.” she confessed. “But he picked it out all by himself.”

Vivian admired the ring. “Am I the last to know about this ring?”

Sophie giggled. “No, it is probably your mother.”

“You’re right. She is going to flip.”

They didn’t get to say much else as the show was coming back from commercial break.

The rest of the interview went better than perfect. Tom beamed on stage, constantly catching Vivian’s eye. More than once, Ben had to nudge Tom’s knee to bring him back to the interview. Vivian giggled from her seat. Sophie and she slipped backstage to meet Tom and Ben back in the green room. Ben came in first, catching Vivian in a hug.

“Congratulations! Despite my first misgivings, I can’t think of a more perfect match for this ridiculous man.” Ben commented as he kissed Vivian’s cheek.

“Um… thanks… Ben.” She responded.

“How come I never get a greeting like that?” Sophie groused, smiling the whole time.

“Sorry, darling.” Ben rushed to dip Sophie and kiss her.

“And who is the one that gagged when I did the same thing?” Tom commented, sidling next to Vivian, his arm wrapping around her waist. Her hand instantly fell to the small of his back.

“That was before I knew the truth.” Ben commented, righting Sophie, guiding her to the small sofa in the room.

“You mean I could have had this romantic guy the whole time?” Sophie playfully swatted Ben’s thigh, which he dodged. “You are paying for that.”

“Add it to my list of transgressions.” Ben leaned to kiss Sophie again.

“Which reminds me,” Vivian piped up. “I will send you ideas first thing in the morning.”

Ben and Tom groaned. Tom called over to his friend. “Stock up on ice and a soothing cream.” He turned to Vivian and kissed her lips softly. “Do you like the ring?”

“I love it. You did so good.” She ruffled his hair. Tom’s cheeks turned a dark pink.

“Thank you, darling.” He squirmed in place.

“Would you like a reward tonight?” Vivian’s hand slid down to cup Tom’s ass.

Tom moved close to whisper in her ear. “What did you have in mind, darling?”

She whispered right back, sending shocks through Tom’s body. “How about you get to pick which toy I use to peg you with tonight?”

Tom’s eyes grew wide as he stared at Vivian, the blush deepening to cover his entire face and neck.

“I… I…” he muttered, his cock straining in his cage.

“I mean it is not every day you get engaged, and you have been the best boy, sunshine.” Vivian cupped his face and kissed his lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Vivian.” Tom wrapped his arms around her.

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copper-dragon-in-disguise · 3 years

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Its 2am and I had a Sokeefe idea.

First I thought of Sophie and Keefe, forced to say in the same room for some reason, of Keefe waking up from a nightmare about his parents or the Never Seen at night and crying, forgetting sophie was there and just breaking down. She wakes up cause she has nightmares too, we all know that, but she just hugs him and tells him that it's okay.

Or one night when Keefe is staying at Havenfield because his dad is being particularly awful or something. Sophie can't sleep and eventually goes for a walk around the house, hoping it'll calm her down. She passes the guest room (Assuming they have one) and just hears Keefe crying and walks in and Keefe tries to hide it at first, he doesn't want anyone to see him like this but she gives him a hug and he just breaks down sobbing because neither of his parents would have done that, they would have ridiculed him for it or bullied him for it, for showing weakness.

Or one night something particularly bad happens and Keefe ends up hailing Sophie in the dead of night, and of course she’s up we all know her opinions on sedatives and the fact that she probably never sleeps some nights, and she answers and he wasn’t expecting her too and Keefe asks if Edaline has any sedatives left over from one of Sophie's more major injuries and if he can leap over and borrow them but she just looks at him, hangs up, and grabs Ella + a blanket and/or leftover mallowmelt and leaps over to the Shores of Solace. And he thinks shes not going to come or she doesn’t have any sedatives or she’s just ignoring him but then she shows up, not sure how she leaped since it's technically night but she did it (Wait I just remembered she can teleport nvm), and hes kinda surprised but also doesn’t have the strength to keep masking just how badly he’s broken right now and he tries to hide it but its a bad job and she can tell because she just gives him a hug (See: Headcanon below) and he breaks down and starts sobbing; he was crying before but now the dam broke and he can’t stop and she just keeps hugging him for a few seconds and eventually it's like the window sleepovers from book 4 where they’re both the only person that the other trusts completely (Cause she doesn’t trust Fitz completely, need I mention the matchmaking bit?) even if they don’t realize that and they just end up falling asleep finally- after Sophie keeps trying to get Keefe to fall asleep and he keeps being stubborn because he doesn’t want nightmares again- at three or 4 in the morning and eventually Sophie panics when she wakes up and remembers how much Grady is going to kill her but she still invites him to come over to Havenfield later if he needs to and when she gets back Grady does mildly threaten to kill her but Edaline talks him out of actual murder and for once when she explains it he doesn’t get annoyed at Keefe he just nods and tells her she’s still cleaning Verdi’s teeth but also she isn’t grounded. And Keefe comes over later and they talk and they’re friends and maybe they finally work out the mutual crush bit but also maybe not but either way they’re friends and maybe they understand each other a little better and after when they see each other with their other friends Sophie doesn’t mention it and Keefe is very very grateful for that but also never tells her. Sophie doesn’t tell him that she accidently glimpsed the inside of the green/gold notebook(s) and what was inside there... It wasn’t good.

I also have a headcanon that he’s touch starved and kinda freaks out for a second but then melts whenever someone hugs him and actually means it because when he was little his parents never did that and if someone was touching him when he was growing up it was either playing base quest with the Vackers or his parents but the touch from his parents was never positive so he’s learned to react negatively to anyone touching him. So when sophie (or someone else) hugs him properly for the first time he internally freaks out for a second and then just absolutely melts to pieces and once everyone figures it out they just randomly throughout the day take turns hugging him or sitting next to him when they’re having the loud planning/argument sessions at Havenfield or just quietly being there and eventually he gets better and stops jumping every time someone hugs him or grabs his hand or sits close to him. Eventually he starts realizing that it’s okay that he’s broken and he has friends and they want to help him heal, they want to be there for him and they don’t think anything is wrong with him.

#keefe sencen #team foster-keefe #SOKEEFE #my otp #KOTLC #sophie foster #yeah is should be asleep but i got distracted by solangelo fan fics #shannon messenger #Keefe Sencens parents are evil #kotlc headcanon #oh gods I wish I had the confidence to write sokeefe fanfiction because i have far too many story ideas now.#fitzphie is stupid #keeper of the lost cities

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thoroughlyskeptic · 3 years

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OK. So. I have a dear friend who was always desperate to be in a relationship. His home life growing up was a mess, mother abandoned the family after the third child was born, father and grandmother were left to raise the kids. He never felt stable when it came to women. So, whenever he started seeing someone, he became exactly what she wanted him to be. He’d ghost his friends, stop doing the activities he liked, start doing everything his current girlfriend wanted. Some of the girls were nice, so it wasn’t TOO bad, but there were a few… let’s just say I was gearing up for a fight at least twice. (You manipulate my friend by telling him you (fake) miscarried his (fake) twin sons? Fuck you.) This happened over and over and over, and every single time his friends could SEE it, but we couldn’t DO anything about it. It was YEARS, a ton of broken relationships, and a failed marriage (to a really great woman, but not the right one for him) before he figured it out.

I see similarities with Benedict Cumberbatch’s relationship with Sophie Hunter.

I only became aware of BC after S2 of Sherlock. My husband told me about the show, and I watched it and was hooked on this unusual looking man with the funny name. Thanks to the wonders of the internet, I was able to find out more about him.

“The secretary with the jade hairpin is his girlfriend!”

“His parents are actors!”

“His niece is his assistant!”

SPARKLY SHOES!

LAMB STATUE ON THE RED CARPET!

“Look how much fun he and Martin Freeman have together!”

Photobombing U2!

Dorkybatch!

The horrible Caitlin Moran (ptooee!) fiasco when he looked so crushed, and Amanda was comforting him.

“Go pay attention to Egypt” signs while filming.

I could see a change when STiD came out- he stepped out of that limo and I thought “Oh. He’s a moviestar now.” But he still didn’t seem to take himself too seriously, goofing around on the RC with the rest of the cast etc.

Then The Imitation Game. What a great film! He was marvelous as one of my persona heroes.

By then I knew he’d broken up with Olivia and had been seen canoodling with various other women around the world. Good for him, ride that wave.

The Oscar run though, suddenly there was this woman who seemingly came out of nowhere, his one true love. OK- I get it, sometimes true love happens fast, I can personally attest. But… there was something different about this relationship. In the past he wore his affection on his face and in his body, looking at his partner with unabashed adoration, clinging almost to her side. His body naturally leaned toward her. Now he seemed stiff and unsure. Yeah- he would reach out to her, he would hold her back, but it was so stiff.

So who is this woman? People started looking. She’s an opera director, she’s won awards, she’s an avant garde actress, she’s a mime, she’s done this, or that, or some other thing. But… it wasn’t all quite true, was it? To the point that one organization had to put out a statement saying that yes, THEY won the award, but that SHE hadn’t been involved. Whispers of “Harvey’s Girl” started circulating. SoHo House. Red carpet girlfriend to prove that even though he played a gay man, he was absolutely heterosexual. Racy pictures of her suddenly disappearing from the internet.

Then there was her behavior. The red dress stomp off is still so vivid. Who does that? I’ve seen the excuses- “She’s shy!” “She was pregnant and sick and had to go throw up!” I don’t think those are any excuses for poor behavior. Showing up separately to events, enough so that when the clutch dropped in Palm Springs you can SEE that he was completely thrown off by the bump reveal. Not just that he was surprised she was being so blatant, but that he was surprised there was a bump AT ALL.

People started digging further, and the timeline started to unravel. “They met on Burlesque Fairytales!” “They’ve been together for 13 years!” “They’ve known each other since they were teenagers.” “They started dating in May/June/last year!” But why did her ex-boyfriend keep popping up? What about the women he dated after Olivia? What about Olivia herself?

Then that bump. Look- I firmly believe she was pregnant. What I do NOT believe is that she gave birth in June. To be as big as she was on the honeymoon and then the EXACT SAME SIZE in May? Does not compute. That pesky timeline again. A first-week-of-June birth would put conception in early to mid-September. There are photos that suggest the couple wasn’t even on the same continent at that time.

Jump to now.

Dorkybatch is gone, replaced by ridiculously expensive watches (Yes- I know they’re for Dr. Strange, but it’s still off putting that someone who used to be so invested in social justice … does that) and rambling interviews about breathing (all the while staying in an exclusive resort bungalow.) Grins and hugs on the RC for his costars turn to stone face and awkward hand holding (or grab assing) with his wife. (I’m not saying he never smiles at her, but it is a marked difference)

I’ve noticed over the years that if one of the people in a relationship is 180* different with their SO than they are with other people, or that much different than they used to be before- that’s a red flag. You can try to spin it that he’s matured since he became a father, or he’s so annoyed with his fans’ dissection of his relationship that he freezes up when he’s in public, but I don’t think that’s it.

Speaking of fans. Don’t you think it’s odd that in the past 7 years we’ve seen him out with his family only what- 3 times? You cannot tell me that with a fandom that maps his favorite spots and flies around the world to see him that nobody, NOBODY has ever seen the family and taken a picture. “Oh, but they’re respecting his privacy!” I don’t buy that. (Used tissues and wine glasses ring a bell?) People have taken photos of Rihanna at the grocery store. Chris Hemsworth at the beach with his children. Milo V’s short shorts practically broke the internet. Just look at DeuxMoi and you’ll see that people have no shame about taking sneaky photos. This tells me one of two things- either fans have taken pictures and passed them around behind the scenes (unlikely- they would have been leaked) or that nobody’s ever seen the family together. How?

Do I think he’s being mind controlled, has been drugged, is somehow being influenced by the Illuminati? No. But I do think he’s changed. And there’s nothing we can do but watch.

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thedefinitionofendgame · 2 years

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He Loved Her

(A/N: post 6x14. I’m so happy and I’ve been waiting for this since I found out Kevin had a wife in season 1. anything else can happen in this is us, and I won’t mind because my two favs are endgame *SPOILERS FOR 6.14 OF THIS IS US*) Read also on ao3 or ff.net

He loved her.

If it was one thing Kevin Pearson knew in that very moment, it was that he loved Sophie Inman. The world could be on fire and he had the one bucket of water left, but he’d still use it to save Sophie. When Nicky cut his chin, Kevin could’ve called anyone. But he thought about Sophie, the still married Sophie, the nurse who fixed his heart over and over again no matter how many times he broke it; she was the one who filled his every thought even when he didn’t expect it.

The Valentine in his wallet was a sign that they were supposed to be together. A ‘yes’ at six years old, was enough to shape the future. Although no one could ever imagine how complicated their love story would be. No one would want to predict the heartache and the heartbreak that they’d endure over the next few decades. Except Kevin and Sophie took their own steps towards a brighter future for themselves, before they could find each other. Because the best love stories aren’t ones you can predict.

The first thing Kevin did after standing up, was search for his sister’s gaze. He did not want to ruin her big day, and would never forgive himself if she was upset. But he didn’t need to worry, because Kate’s smile was a mile wide as she met his gaze. She stepped forward to hug Sophie and Kevin heard her say, “Hi sister, again,” with a chuckle. Philip had wide eyes and it took Kevin a moment to remember that he wasn’t aware of all the history between him and Sophie. Sure, Kate had told him who Sophie was, but it wasn’t like they spent their evenings gossiping about Kevin’s ex-wife. Ex-wife that he was now going to be dating again. And he would probably marry her but properly this time. His kids would be the flower girl and ring bearer, his mom would hopefully still be able to come, and he would be surrounded by more love than Kevin thought he could ever feel.

Randall clapped Kevin on the back; Beth squeezed him tight and winked as she pulled away. Both Cassidy and Madison took turns flinging themselves into his arms and saying, “I’m so happy for you,” into his ear. Despite being a hugger, this time Elijah settled on a firm handshake and a knowing nod.

“When you know, you know,” he said, even though the comment sort of didn’t have a point because Kevin had known he loved Sophie since he was ten. He liked her at six, and fell in love four years later. But the words were kind, so Kevin just smiled at Elijah.

Miguel hadn’t known Sophie before, so he hugged her now for the first time. “It’s so nice to finally put a face to the name of the girl who’s hand Kevin’s heart tied up in knots for years.” Sophie ducked her head but she was happy. And Rebecca was herself enough to kiss both Kevin and Sophie’s cheeks, before stepping back and telling them she was glad they finally grew up. That caused a laugh.

Once everyone moved away to give some space, Kevin took Sophie’s hand and led her over to the twins. He crouched down in front of them and said, “Nicky, Franny, there’s someone really important I want you to meet.”

Both kids had been caught up in the previous excitement, but had zero clue what they were celebrating. Nicky was first to ask, “Is that your girlfriend, Daddy?”

Franny elbowed her brother and said, “No, that’s Cassidy!” She turned her gaze up to meet her father’s, questions written all over her face.

Kevin laughed and shook his head. “Cassidy’s not my girlfriend, Franny. She’s just my friend who’s a girl. But Nicky, you’re right; this is my girlfriend.” He looked at Sophie for confirmation, slight worry etching across his face. He knew that she loved him and he loved her, but did that make them automatically in a relationship?

“I’m Sophie,” Sophie said, crouching down beside Kevin. “I’ve heard so much about you both.”

Without missing a beat, Franny held out her hand like her mommy and daddy taught her, and smiled big. “Hi I’m Franny!”

“And I’m Nicky!” Not to be outdone by his younger sister, Nicky put his hand out too.

“It’s very nice to meet you both.” Sophie admired their outfits and charmed her future step kids, while Kevin straightened up and just watched them. Once he had left Sophie’s doorstep ten years ago after screwing up his second chance, Kevin never imagined he’d be with her now. Except true love always comes back, and clearly Kevin and Sophie had an unbreakable bond. Forever.

It was late when Kevin finally got back to his room, a second time in two nights with Sophie by his side. He jokingly threw her bra at him, the one she left last night, and she just shook her head with a laugh. There was no awkwardness, no nervous kisses or unsteady fingers undoing buttons. They had done this a hundred times and time played zero part. True to his promise to Sophie, Kevin didn’t look at her and remember the past. He looked at her and fell in love with all the steps she had taken to be in his arms today.

Kevin loved Sophie. He loved her now, he loved her back then; he’d love her always. Right before he fell asleep with Sophie’s warm body pressed against his, he thought, it took us 40 years, but we got it right in the end.

Written by @thedefinitionofendgame (aka me)

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thisbluewind · 3 years

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a calming presence

here’s my fic for the kotlc 2021 collab (@kotlc2021collab)!

pairing: marellinh

trigger warnings: alden being a bitch about marella’s pyrokinesis

wordcount: 2476

notes: many thanks to my beta reader, Vin @zoyas-kefta! without her excellent edits and advice, this fic would have been a complete disaster.

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Marella pulled the hood of her cloak up, moving swiftly but unobtrusively through Atlantis. She scanned the crowded streets for any sign of the Neverseen.

A black cloak flashed at the edge of her vision, and she whirled around. She recognized the pale skin and borderline ostentatious jewelry that matched her memory of Vespera. The Ancient elf strode with a confidence that didn’t match her frail frame, drawing stares and whispers from the other pedestrians.

At the sight of her, Marella’s fire blazed higher inside of her, the flames just begging to be unleashed on the elf who had given Biana her scars, kidnapped and tortured Sophie’s human parents, and created Nightfall. But Marella kept herself in check, promising herself that there’d be plenty of time for rage when Vespera was locked away in Nightfall or wherever the Black Swan’s prison facility was.

She trailed the black-cloaked figure for two city blocks, until an elf with messy blonde hair and sky blue eyes stepped out of the crowd to meet Vespera. Fintan. He’d escaped from his prison a few months prior, and he’d wasted no time returning to his wicked ways with the Neverseen.

She was so focused on Vespera, that she only noticed the fire when people started screaming.

The neon-yellow flames flared up around the two elves, and Marella broke into a sprint, discarding her red cape as she ran. She hurdled obstacles and shoved civilians out of the way as she sprinted full-tilt towards the flickering cylinder of Everblaze mixed with regular flame taking up the center of the square.

Without stopping, she flung herself right through the wall of fire just in time to catch Vespera handing Fintan a marble-sized crystal orb. A cache! Where did she get one?

Marella hurled a ball of fire at Vespera, then grabbed for the cache, sending Vespera’s cloak up in flames. Her hands ignited as she snatched the glass sphere from a shocked Fintan. He responded in kind with his own inferno, the heat of Everblaze meeting her own orange-red flames.

“Put out the Everblaze, Fintan!” she shouted, finding her voice. “I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I will if I have to!”

Her former teacher simply laughed derisively. “As if you could ever get close enough. I am the most powerful Pyrokinetic the Lost Cities have ever seen, and you haven’t even been training for a year.” His blue eyes danced with a mad gleam.

Despite the heat surrounding them, Marella fought back a shiver. Fintan never failed to unnerve her, even when he was cooperating with the Black Swan. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. It was true that she was relatively untrained, but the Black Swan’s wrinkly leader had said she had the strongest Pyrokinesis he’d ever seen.

Hopefully she could utilize that power now.

She opened her mind to the fire around her, the familiar, normal fire, and pushed past it, wrapping her control around the Everblaze that was rapidly turning everything around it to cinders. She pulled hard on it, and the walls surrounding them vanished, seemingly sucked into the ball of Everblaze she now held aloft in her hand.

Huh. So that’s why it’s called the fire of the sun on earth. Marella felt like she was holding the entire sun in her hand, the energy from it surging through her body. The fire wanted nothing more than to turn the city to ashes, engulf the entire world inside its destructive power. But Marella wouldn’t let it. She focused as hard as she could, and the flames slowly shrunk smaller and smaller, glowing brighter and brighter. Finally, she closed her fist over the Everblaze, extinguishing it.

Fintan looked faintly disappointed, but shook his head, raising a crystal and a bottle of starlight. He glittered away through the light of whichever unmapped star he was using. Marella spun around to see Vespera step into her own path of light and vanish.

Marella let out a breath she didn’t quite realize she’d been holding, and reached out with her mind to the remaining fires. With barely a thought, they shrunk down to nothing.

She was suddenly very aware of the staring elves that had crowded around the battle, if it could be called that.

Whispers and mutters tore through the crowd.

“The Redek girl, a Pyrokinetic-”

“Unstable, like the rest of them-”

“Did the Council know about this?”

Shoot. The Council. Marella didn’t know the exact terms of the contract that allowed her to train in Pyrokinesis, but she was pretty sure that “publicly revealing her power in a showdown with the Neverseen” wasn’t part of it.

With shaking hands, she fumbled for her home crystal, until she remembered she couldn’t light leap in Atlantis. Marella shoved the cache deep into her tunic pocket, kept her head down, and practically ran as far from the site of the confrontation as she could.

She left the city as fast as possible, leaping back home as soon as she could and rushing immediately to her room. She gasped a few deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heartbeat. She felt light-headed. I can’t believe I just revealed my Pyrokinesis to all of Atlantis. Soon all of the Lost Cities will know and then any second now the Council will be knocking on my door and my mom’s going to panic and my dad’s going to have to deal with this, I have to calm down-

Unsurprisingly, the thought didn’t help her calm down at all.

Marella shut herself inside her closet and curled in on herself, trying to steady her breathing and blink back the tears prickling behind her eyelids. She wasn’t sure how long she stayed like that, but she had no intention of coming out.

Footsteps sounded through the hallway and into her room, too light to be her dad and too even to be her mom. Probably one of her friends, then. Marella held her breath as though playing hide and seek, hoping that whoever it was, they would go away soon. She soon realized that her plan wasn’t going to work as the twinge of oxygen deprivation set in.

Marella gave in, and gulped down greedy lungfuls of air. She heard an amused hum from outside of her closet.

“May I come in?” Her girlfriend’s soft voice asked. Marella nodded, then realized Linh couldn’t see her. Her cheeks reddened, and she muttered a quick “yes.”

Linh opened the door, and Marella buried her tearstained face in her arms.

“Hi,” she said, her voice muffled.

“Hi there,” Linh replied. “I heard about your ability reveal, and I brought ripplefluffs. I know they’re your favorite.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” Marella sighed, uncurling her arms and legs and standing up to squeeze the other girl’s hand. Linh smiled warmly, but the look did little to calm Marella’s nerves.

“Love you too,” she said, placing an arm around Marella’s shoulder and steering her to one of the many balconies that overlooked the courtyard.

The two settled into the soft chairs on the balcony and slowly worked their way through the large basket of ripplefluffs.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Linh asked, after about a half-hour spent in silence. Marella hesitated, then shook her head. “Do you want a distraction?” A nod this time. “Okay… Keefe and Sophie came over this morning, before the news went out, and they tried to bake desserts for Tam and Biana. It went about as well as you’d expect.” Marella giggled. “I swear, the kitchen was a disaster by the time I finally had enough and kicked them both out. I ended up having to walk them through the steps to make custard bursts, and only because they insisted on making the food themselves. You know how Keefe and Tam have their date tonight? Well, Biana dragged Tam out shopping to give him a makeover, and Sophie insisted on Keefe bringing baked goods. I think it’s revenge for how much unasked-for advice Tam and Keefe gave Sophie and Biana on their first date.”

Marella laughed. “Honestly, when will those four learn? At this point, it’s become a competition to see which couple can out-wingman the other!” The doorbell rang, and Linh put a hand out to stop Marella getting up.

“Here, I’ll get it.” She returned a few minutes later with a scroll. “It’s a summons for an assembly in… Tribunal Hall.” Marella clutched the armrests of her seat, her hands growing uncomfortably warm.

“They’re holding a Tribunal for me?” she asked, trying not to panic.

“They’re actually just trying to explain everything,” Linh clarified. “They’ll probably explain their reasoning for allowing you to have your ability without being banished, and for keeping it a secret as well.”

“Oh.” Marella relaxed a little bit, though she was still nervous. “When is it?”

Linh shifted a little bit. “In three hours.” Upon seeing Marella’s reaction, she backpedaled. “Don’t worry; I’m sure everything will be fine!”

“You don’t know that,” Marella groaned, hiding her face in her hands again.

“Yes, I do. I know that I won’t let them banish you, even if it means I get banished again,” Linh promised.

Marella looked up at her with an expression that probably looked pathetically smitten. “You really mean that?”

“Of course I do,” Linh answered with a confident grin. “We’re both going to come out of this absolutely fine.” She held Marella close in a hug.

“We’re going to be fine,” Marella echoed, but it felt like less of a promise to Linh than a promise to herself.

“Absolutely right. Now, let’s go get ready.”

Marella fidgeted with her ruby-red dress in the front row of Tribunal Hall. The seats behind her were packed with elves. It seemed like the entire population of the Lost Cities had come to watch, but maybe that was just her nerves.

Sophie sent her a reassuring smile from where she sat, looking elegant in a dark red tunic with black leggings and black blazer, arm in arm with Biana.

She tried to smile back, but it probably looked more like a grimace. Linh nudged her arm.

“We’re going to be fine,” she whispered. Marella nodded, entirely unconvinced, but Linh being there calmed her more than a thousand comforting words ever could.

The buzz of chatter in the room gradually died down as the Council took their seats, flanked by a dozen goblin bodyguards.

“We are here today to discuss the ability of Marella Adene Redek,” Emery stated. “To clarify for anyone who the news has not reached yet, Miss Redek recently manifested as a Pyrokinetic, an ability that, as I’m sure you all know, is banned due to several tragic incidents involving the notoriously volatile and unstable ability. We did not exile her, and allowed her to train in the power at the urging of the Black Swan and Sophie Foster.” That was news to Marella. She supposed it made sense that Sophie would stand up for Marella’s right to train in her ability, but she was still surprised that Sophie had found the time to do it, between all the assignments and missions and cryptic notes from the Black Swan.

“We kept this secret from the public because we wanted Miss Redek and her family to have privacy, and for the sake of her mother. I assume you all know about Caprise Redek’s injury?” The crowd murmured assent.

“However, in an incident earlier today that involved several members of the Neverseen, Marella was forced to reveal her Pyrokinesis to Atlantis. I am sure that many of you have opinions about this.”

Alden Vacker stood up. “I would like to make it known that I do not approve of allowing an unstable girl with an unstable ability to train in said ability. The rules banning Pyrokinesis were made for a reason, correct?”

“The rules banning Pyrokinesis were made and signed into effect during a more desperate time, with tragedies involving Pyrokinetics happening left and right,” Councillor Bronte called out.

“That does not change the fact that Marella has been left unchecked with this ability solely because a group of rebels wanted her to be,” Alden argued. Biana glared at him from across the room. If looks could kill…

“Marella is one of the most brilliant, kind, and powerful elves in the Lost Cities,” Linh said abruptly. “There is no reason to judge her based on her ability and not her compassion and bravery. Ask anyone in Atlantis, they all saw her running straight into that fire to stop Fintan today, without a thought for her own safety.”

“Yeah,” Biana stood up. “There’s no reason to worry, Dad.”

“Thank you, Miss Linh and Lady Biana,” Councillor Emery nodded.

“Miss Redek has not had any Pyrokinesis-related incidents since she manifested. We have been observing her closely, and she is neither unstable nor unreliable,” Bronte said firmly, cementing the decision.

Marella released a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, and Linh squeezed her hand reassuringly. They weren’t out of the woods yet, though. The gathered elves were murmuring disapprovingly, and she heard someone call out.

“Maybe she hasn’t yet! But who knows what will happen?” Marella craned her neck to look for the speaker, but she couldn’t pick them out of the crowd.

“We will not be changing our decision on allowing Marella to train in her ability,” Councillor Oralie spoke up. “This is final. Remember, we did not call you here for you to question our choices, but to give you the facts.”

“And the facts have been given,” Emery said. “You are all dismissed. Do not harass Miss Redek because of her ability, and continue to treat her the same as you did before you knew she manifested.”

Linh stood up, Marella trailing behind her, and they filed out of the building surrounded by their friends, and the rest of the crowd.

“I can’t believe they defended me,” Marella said excitedly. “I mean, I was pretty sure, but you never know.” “I’m not surprised.” Sophie smiled. “The Council can make good decisions from time to time, you know.”

“By the way, thank you for what you said back there,” Marella addressed both Linh and Biana.

“Oh, it’s no trouble. I’ve been wanting to say that to my dad for ages!” Biana grinned.

Linh said nothing, but pulled Marella into a hug. “Of course, love.” Biana and Sophie leaped away, and suddenly it was just the two of them.

“Let’s go back,” Marella said suddenly. “We can steal some of those cupcakes Keefe was making.”

“I think that after today, no one is going to deny either of us cupcakes,” Linh laughed.

She held a crystal to the last rays of the sunset, and the two of them stepped into the light.

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“How much longer?”

“Just a few…” Sophie answered Rafe absentmindedly, biting her bottom lip in concentration as she typed.

They’d assumed their usual positions while studying in her room - she was sprawled out on her bed, while he sat at her desk, concentrating on whatever homework he had for the day. She’d banned him from the bed during study time, much to his dismay, claiming he was far too distracting. (He still got away with distracting her half the time anyways, slinking over and tucking his large frame into her side like a dog that had overgrown its owner’s lap years ago.)

“Rafe?” She broke the silence after a while, punctuating her sentence with a firm shut of her laptop.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I just applied for a grad program.” She told him nervously, unsure of what his reaction might be.

He shrugged, not turning his attention to her. “Okay? I thought you applied to Ohio State’s, you’re basically in already.”

“Well, yeah. But, um - can you look at me, please?” Sophie bit at her bottom lip, anxious.

He glanced up and finally noticed her nervous energy, then came over to sit next to her on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, it’s just big news. Maybe. I don’t even know if I have news yet, really -”

“Spit it out, Soph.” He nudged his knee against hers, concerned.

She nodded, taking a breath. “Okay. I applied to three other places, too. Two are in New York, one’s in Texas. And I know, I should have told you, but I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to do it in the first place, I kind of applied on a whim - well, I’ve been perfecting the application essay for weeks, but -”

“Soph, hey, it’s okay.” He cut off her rambling and a broad grin spread across his face, completely surprising her. “New York and Texas, for real?”

She raised her eyebrows and fidgeted with her ring, glancing at him worriedly. “That doesn’t worry you at all? That we’d be apart?”

She’d thought about how to tell him, when to tell him, for weeks now. She’d been hiding that she was interested in applying to other schools since June and though she felt incredibly guilty, she kept thinking back to long distance and how sad he seemed sometimes. She couldn’t break him with the news again so soon, not when she saw the way he lit up when they were together again and how content he was. Not when she saw how hard it was for her to support him from thousands of miles away, knowing physical touch was a big thing he relied on for comfort in their relationship.

He interrupted her train of thought as he took her hand, lacing their fingers together. “Sophie, baby, do you know how many jobs are in New York and Texas?”

“Wait, you’d come with me?” She stuck her bottom lip out a little, overwhelmed and almost near tears at his response.

“I was planning on following you no matter what.” Rafe smiled encouragingly, reaching out and stroking his thumb over her cheek. “If you’ll have me.”

“Oh.” She said softly, growing shy. “You’re sure? You could go wherever you wanted, I don’t want to hold you back -”

“Hey, hey, none of that. Where’d you apply, when do you hear back?”

“You’re sure this isn’t an issue.” She asked warily, not wanting to undermine his feelings.

“I’m positive.” He gave her a proud grin. “What schools?”

“Okay, um. Columbia -”

He let out a long low whistle, nodding. “Impressive.”

She blushed, finally grinning back. “Hush. Columbia, Syracuse and UT Austin. Isobel already got into Syracuse. Columbia’s my top choice, but that’ll probably never happen.”

“Of course it’ll happen, get out of your head.” He leaned down and kissed her, smiling against her lips. “Look at you, big shot, applying for an Ivy.”

She relaxed, her hands trailing along the hem of his shirt, and ducked her head to hide her grin. “Stop. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is that big of a deal. When do you find out?” He shifted to lay down by her, then tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Um…not for a couple months, I think. You’ll really follow me?”

“Course I will, if you’ll have me.” He nodded earnestly.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” She beamed, nudging her nose against his. “You’re my favorite.”

“Love you too.” He responded. “Wait, did you just apply? Like right now?”

She nodded, biting the inside of her cheek. “Just finished my Columbia essay, I did the rest last week. Now I wait.”

He smoothed his thumb over her cheek, making her relax again. “You’re so damn smart. Should we go celebrate?” Rafe gave her a cheeky grin. “Double scoop with sprinkles?”

She rolled her eyes. “Doesn’t have the same effect now that you get it for free.” As a part of his internship program, he’d received a punch card for 25 free visits to Jeni’s, their favorite ice cream shop - they’d hardly made a dent in it since returning to school.

“No, I pay extra for the sprinkles and your waffle cone.” His grin gave way to a slow smirk and he kissed her neck, sucking gently for a moment. “We could celebrate other ways…”

“Wait, no, I actually do want the ice cream.” She pulled away before he could leave a mark, giving him a warning glance. “I gotta make up for what I missed over summer.”

He laughed, getting up and offering his hand. “Alright. C’mon, genius. Jeni’s is waiting for you.”

She took his hand, but didn’t stand. “Wait, Rafe. You’re sure, this is okay with you? I know you have your job lined up and all…”

Rafe paused, shrugging. “Yeah, well. Uh, Brooklyn got the job offer too, she’s already accepted it. So I wasn’t too psyched about it anyways.”

“Oh.” She nodded, thoughtful. “Have you been to New York? Or Austin?”

“I have. You haven’t? You want to go visit when you get in, so you can make your final decision?” He tugged on her hand, pulling her up into a hug and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Not sure I could afford that.” She mumbled, resting her head on his chest.

“Man, too bad you don’t have a boyfriend with money to pay for those trips.” He hooked a finger under her chin, tilted it up so he could look her in the eyes and see her scowl. “If you want to visit, we’ll go. Easy weekend trip.”

“Right.” Sophie nodded, unsure. “Maybe. I’m not even sure I’ll get in, I’ll probably be stuck here in Columbus for another year anyways.”

“Hey. Stop talking like that. You’ll help me look for jobs in New York and Texas, right?”

“Of course I will.” She confirmed. “You know, we could probably find something related to film in New York…”

He scoffed and looped his arm around her shoulders, steering her out of her room and down the stairs. “I think my dad might write me out of his will if I did anything adjacent to the film industry. Waste of my time, he says.”

She frowned, letting him usher her out to the car. “Maybe you should go talk with the career counselors, see if there’s options to combine both. You’re good at marketing too, maybe there’s something there?”

“Not sure. Haven’t really thought about any of that.” He dismissed her quickly, feeling uneasy like he did any time he thought about his future outside of school.

Sometimes he realized he was really good at absorbing other people’s interests, like he was able to always match his personality into a perfect mold to other people’s expectations. With Colin and James, and now Sophie, he was able to let his guard down a little and figure out who he was, who he wanted to be beyond his father’s expectations. He felt like he was thinking about this ten years too late - eleven year old Rafe had always written his ‘dream job’ in school as working for his dad. Now he was about to graduate, set to get a job, and wasn’t even sure if he could list his hobbies outside of hanging out with Sophie and his friends, and watching movies.

“Look, I just...I don’t want you to lose sight of what you’re actually interested in just because you need a job. You don’t have to hate your job.” She told him, carefully.

“I know.” He nodded, shutting down the conversation. “Today’s not about me, though, we gotta celebrate you, hotshot over here.” He grinned at her, leaning over to kiss her quick across the seat. “I think they have the chocolate cake back in stock, I’ve missed it.”

She picked up on his hesitation, but didn’t push it. “You’re such a creature of habit.”

“No, you’re just a psychopath picking a different flavor every time.” He shook his head as he reached his hand to rest behind her seat, turning around to back up. “Good thing I love you anyways, smart girl.”

“Love you too, sweet boy.” She replied with a smile.

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