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sunboki · 4 months

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⎯ CHRISTMAS BLUES a Hwang Hyunjin fiction

🎄 : Hwang Hyunjin x implied! fem. reader

TROPE. enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, reader is a writer, one bed au, forced proximity au, hyunjin is an artist(not mentioned a ton), coincidences

WORD COUNT. 7.3k words ☆ 40 minute read

WARNINGS. cursing, angst galore, mention of sex (non desc.), breakup, hurt feelings, making up, mentions of getting drunk

AUG'S NOTES. this is a stupidly lovestruck hallmark christmas mindset talking, whatever you read below is definitely not me… definitely. anyway, happy holidays to everyone that celebrates! this has been sitting in my drafts for months now, initially planned to be a smau, then a fic!! hope this fic exceeds your expectations, feel free to leave a reblog or comment of your thoughts!

PLAYLIST.

SYNOPSIS. You thought getting a call from Hyunjin was the last thing you needed during the holidays, but when he reminds you of your non-refundable tickets to Paris you had booked seven months prior to your earth-shattering breakup, you realize that his call was the least of your problems.

or alternatively :

Just a week over Christmas with your ex in Paris, what could go wrong?

Every circumstance has a question that goes along with it.

How did I get so lucky? Why did you leave?

As for yours, it’s fairly simple.

Where did we go wrong?

December 18th – Seoul, South Korea.

Holding onto what could’ve been is stupid, you agreed upon that mindset a long time ago. However, the past, Him being the past, lingered around you like the scent of citrus still clinging beneath your fingernails even after washing your hands. Everywhere. He was everywhere. And no matter how hard you tried to erase the memories of what was, they served their memory purpose and disfigured your mind all the same.

And so, you replaced it.

Replaced the hurt, the searing burn, with someone else. Who turned into someone else, and someone else after that till the only thing sufficing any weekly relationship was a no-strings attached notion.

Until you met Seungmin.

He was your vice, the person dragging you out of your self-made hole of false sanctuary and safety. He laid all his flaws on the table, showed himself to you. Seungmin was gentle and kind, he was patient— more patient than anyone else in this world— and loving. Oh so loving.

But behind your undying affection for your boyfriend, he saw something you didn’t. Perhaps in your eyes, perhaps in your soul, bared to him on an onslaught of occasions.

Longing.

He saw longing in your treasured hues, longing for someone that wasn’t him.

Because some scars take longer to fade away, but yours hadn’t even begun to heal. Masked with his many layers of band-aids only to never staunch the cut, the one Hwang Hyunjin left on you.

“Seungmin I’m so sorry—“

“You love him, I know,” He nods his head, a sad, soft smile holding place on his lips.

Tonight was the night he officially talked about it. The unforgivable thought continuing to incessantly plague his mind.

Although, he didn’t regard you sourly for it. That connection you had with Hyunjin was something no other person could return nor deliver, and he had to accept that if he really loved you.

If Seungmin really loved you, he wanted the best for you, even if that meant the best were when you weren’t with him.

You were shocked when he brought up the matter, asked if you really missed him, asked if you still loved him. Yes, you had of course discussed your previous relationship, but never to this extent, never so blatantly.

Though the absolute kindness in both his tone and the way he looked at you, seated at the dinner table, kept you from lying.

It’s not fair. Not fair for Seungmin, your boyfriend, to have to take responsibility for your tormented feelings. But here he is, assuring you nevertheless.

Because he’s known. He knew from the start you weren’t over Hyunjin. Knew that, despite so much ache and anguish he caused, your heart can’t help but beat at his pace, fruitlessly connected.

And he knew in the end things would fall apart just like this, and his spot as a placeholder would fall apart along with it.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt though.

“He hurt you, but you love Hwang Hyunjin, I know.” He whispers, fingers tightly twined beneath the table. There’s a sort of hiccuping sound bubbling up from your throat. You stave it down.

“I’m sorry.”

He smiles, smiles when you don’t deny it, reaching forward for your trembling hands to take in his own.

“I want you to be happy, Y/N. I’m not the one you’ll be happy with though.”

A soft squeeze before he rises and curves to where you sit, free-flowing tears threatening to cascade past glossy eyes.

Without hesitation you wrap your arms around him in a hug, chest wracking with unfiltered sobs. Guilty. Guilt is devouring your soul. You don’t deserve Seungmin, nor does he deserve to be hurt so cruelly by someone he loves. But here you are, ruining him.

He’d never admit it, but the pain in his eyes—the ones you’ve stared at countless times—will always remain evident. No amount of smiling or laughing can hide that.

Pulling back while your arms stayed hooked upon his shoulders, you savor the kiss he places on your lips, the ones he delicately pressed to each of your wrists.

Sad. It’s a sad kiss. A kiss that causes your entire body to wilt against him, crashing deeper and deeper into his warmth, his comfort. He’s not false, he’s real. A real, unadulterated love you’re undeserving of.

Guilty.

“If you’re happy,” He breathes, leaning in to land gentle pecks all over your face, forehead connecting with your own. “I’ll be okay.”

December 20th – Seoul, South Korea.

Your room is still exactly as it has been. Pillows faced the same way, sheets still tousled and hanging halfway off the bed. Hell, he hasn’t even touched the blinds — staying open throughout countless nights, your perfume lingering.

Like he was afraid his touch would break apart what he had left of you.

He hopes, swallowing down the remainder of wine in his glass, you’ll be able to look back and laugh at what used to be, find the matter childish and ridiculous.

What you used to be.

Lovers.

Not kids anymore, you taught him once before. You also taught him how deep a love could be. There’d always be a space for you here, just as you left it. Although, he doubts you’d come back. In fact, you’ve probably moved on with your life. Found someone else to fill the space he did.

But maybe, if he keeps the room as it was for long enough, your room; if Hyunjin keeps those tiny paper notes you wrote for him long enough, you would come back.

What a lie.

Wishful thinking takes you far then drops you into festering despair over and over, he’s learned this the hard way.

Starting with a text.

He blinked once, then twice, then three times—picking apart his brain in order to recollect anything, any details whatsoever that could decipher this random message on a Monday morning.

Paris.

Paris?

Paris.

It hits him, evidently.

Immediately clutching his head and simultaneously slapping an aghast hand over his mouth, a sensation recognizable as utmost horror obliterates his soul into pieces, quite literally rocking his world.

Months ago, he remembered.

You’d been stupid, you’d been drunk, and impulsively booked the tickets, laughing off the “no refunds” reminder as if nothing would’ve ever happened.

It did though. And now he’s dealing with the karma in return for that idiotic decision. Soon enough you both will.

Non refundable tickets to Paris, two days from now, together.

What were the chances?

Blindly tapping his password into his phone, he (just as blindly) jams his finger to the first caller he sees, who turns out to be Minho, seeming like both a blessing and a curse in unison.

Never before had Hyunjin so clearly lost his mind and control of his words, but there’s always a first time for everything, right?

“Minho, what the hell am I supposed to do? She hates me and the flight is booked two days from now. This is just.. Fuck!” Hyunjin pours, slamming his hands against the steering wheel, burying his head into the leather as if that would magically make his endless desperation disappear.

He didn’t usually curse, so when he did, whatever had happened was serious. He carried his words elegantly, proficiently.

He'd be the last picked candidate for elegance right about now.

“If I were Chan I would’ve said you should still try talking to her about it, but in my opinion that wouldn’t change a thing. So suck it up Hwang, it can’t be that bad.”

Ah. Remind me why I ever decided to call you hoping for advice.

‘Hwang’ was the name his friend had reserved for him, coming from a long line of tissues in the mouth and other ways Minho would pick fun at the blonde. But he was at least trying to help, somewhat.

How he got himself into this situation is honestly laughable, situation being your nasty breakup and a plane to Paris.

Great. Paris is great, right? Wrong.

Because this stupid, stupid trip to Paris isn’t one he’s going on alone to enjoy the sights and delicacies there, it’s one with you, the girl who ripped his heart in half two months ago. The trip you’d planned while you were still head-over-heels, not hating his guts.

Oh, and your tickets were nonrefundable. Couldn’t forget about that part.

“.. What am I gonna do?”

“Suck it up, duh.”

“And please enlighten me on how the hell I'm supposed to ‘suck it up’ in a plane seat right next to her for thirteen hours and spend every day glued to the hip, your honor.”

The mental picture of Minho’s fraud-innocent face through the line grated his nerves like nothing else. Brows lifted, mouth slightly open. He wanted to punch that imaginary face so badly right now.

"Then follow Chan’s tutorial on making it up to your now-ex. You asked me for my opinion, and you got it. Look, all I’m saying is this is a good chance to get some level ground between you two, even if you still fly back hating each other—"

“I don’t hate her,” Hyunjin quickly quips.

Honestly, truthfully, he doesn’t hate you, he can’t hate you and he doubts he ever will. You were the one responsible for years upon years of the best moments of his life, how could he hate you for that?

Although, by the way you looked at him that night, he doubts your response would be the same.

Minho sighs.

"Even better, you could fly back with her hating you slightly less."

For once the snarky man he was spilling his problems to had provided decent reason, it was terrifying.

From a spectators point of view, his utter fit had to be quite a sight. For the record, witnessing thee calm and collected Hwang Hyunjin go insane in his car wasn’t a sight you’d see on a regular day.

But today wasn’t a regular day. Instead, it was the day he found himself trapped in a loophole of love and war with his ex.

What were the chances?

There’s no book that could wholly describe Hyunjin.

Even as a writer yourself, not even Shakespeare could depict him to the full extent. He’s flawless but so flawed, kind and yet malicious in terms of his brilliantly unfair beauty.

Every day you run into Hwang Hyunjin. The first few times, you called it coincidence, told yourself his meeting happened to be at the same time, maybe he was headed to a neighboring coffee shop.

Well, before those few days turned into every day on your commute.

And when a breakup is as nasty as yours was, it’s not too refreshing constantly seeing your ex on the daily afterward.

Today, Hwang Hyunjin is wearing a tan trench coat that reaches down to his knees. He’s wearing the same tennis shoes as always (except his usual camera is absent from the picture), and his hair is pulled up, soft, sandy strands framing either side of his face. He stands on the other side of the crosswalk, occupied with his phone while you internally ridicule him.

Staring daggers into his frame, the frigidly cold beverage in hand doesn’t aid in warming up chilling temperatures burning your fingertips, signs of winter’s impending approach.

He looks up.

You avert your gaze to your shoes. You can feel his eyes on you; feel them traveling over your body, then to your face, boring into your skull. He’s waiting, watching.

And somehow, you know you’ll eventually have to make eye contact. Because on your normal route, your turn left on Harrison street, then right on Fords. He’s there. Unbelievably, wildly, he’s there.

It’s the one factor in your (almost) perfect life without him that makes things hell.

Back then, you were like clockwork. Not a minute going by without someone being awake. You taking a nap after spending two hours searching synonyms on Thesaurus, Hyunjin just waking up, heading out with his signature Canon camera loosely hung around his neck.

Two perfect oppositions leaving their cluttered love scattered all over a cheap apartment.

For Hyunjin, it was the mug you’d gotten him last christmas labeled in bold font: “ART WHORE”, while yours was an equally degrading “SHE WOULD RATHER FUCK THE MEN IN HER BOOKS” sticker print slapped on the back of your laptop.

Little did you know you’d be desperately scraping the sticker off seven months later, that you’d leave your chapter unfinished since breaking up and that he had likely thrown away that mug.

Or maybe not. Maybe he painted over it, scribbled it out and somehow made it look good. Hyunjin has a way of making anything catastrophic look pretty.

You, on the other hand, are an erupting volcano. One that cries its lava onto the earth and doesn’t leave a pretty photograph. One that froths and rumbles, and destroys things as it goes.

Perfect opposites, exactly.

Now for the real question, the monumental “where did we go wrong” part that served as an explanation.

Three little words.

I love you.

You lied.

Those are big words, big words for somebody. Big words for yourself, words you spoke to Hwang Hyunjin, looped in his apartment, making love on the couch.

Big words he didn’t return.

Big words that kept your heart stilled in your chest, left your lips blue, drowned as you collected your discarded clothes off the floor.

And you left.

You didn’t need the awkward silence, the “let me think about it”, the bullshit they spouted Kissing-Booth-style. You needed him, his reassurance when you were your most vulnerable. His three words that told you your three years together weren’t one sided, not wordlessly confessed through actions though too scared to say aloud – a feared incantation.

Words he never said. Because you did love Hwang Hyunjin, so much it consumed you into his favorite muse, him your inspiration. Then came the doubt. The recollection of your favorite, dearest moments. Was it all a lie?

Those hour-long seconds, tangled on his sofa, kept that incessant anxiety alive.

You thought you found the one when your drunk night didn’t turn into an orgasm you can’t remember, but rather being coaxed into a warm shower despite your complaining about your pants being too tight.

Somehow, you can still feel his tender kisses like a ghost of a presence, littering the skin of your shoulder instead of the sloppy alcohol ridden ones you’d known before, and for once you had woken up beside the person responsible — not to a note saying they had to leave early.

He was the one responsible for teaching you how to paint, propping you in his lap, hand guiding your own while tracing careful strokes on the canvas. It was hardly possible sitting on his stool together, though neither of you noticed (nor cared), too busy savoring the intimacy of the moment.

That was Hyunjin. He was the glass of water placed in front of you after one too many at happy hour. He was the relaxing bath when everything hurt, the shoulder to cry on.

But you were mistaken. He wasn’t the one. Seungmin was the one, the one you had left behind only to chase after a toxic remedy.

In fact, Hyunjin never was the one.

And it fucking hurt remembering that.

December 21st - 22nd – Seoul, South Korea.

The last news you’d anticipated slammed into you like a bus.

Cozied up at your desk, a number pops up on your screen, interrupting the one moment of silence you managed to enjoy. Most people didn’t call during your work hours, except Seungmin, who, for the record, called before work.

The number you’d memorized by heart was not normal either.

Him.

“Before you curse at me,” He begins, and your hand hesitantly hovers over the call button, jaw clenched beyond reason, silence shouting loud. No strength in your bones allowed you to reply. Was it fear, hatred? Both most likely.

Taking the time to continue, his silky tone lulls along the line.

“Do you remember the tickets?”

Hatred seemed the dominant factor.

“What are you talking about?” You rhetorically snap, obviously annoyed albeit confused.

Tickets? It’s been three months, why the hell are tickets the first thing he’s mentioning?

He sighs. “The tickets to Paris. You remember, don't you?”

It takes you a moment, then, aha.

How could you forget? The tip of the iceberg of what two naive, lovestruck idiots thought would be forever. Little did they know everything would slip past their fingertips.

”Well um, did you know they’re non-refundable?”

Huh.

“WHAT?!”

You’d just managed to convince yourself free of Hyunjin, but he simply dragged you further into his labyrinth.

Or so you thought.

You had grown since he broke you (with the help of your better-ex, Seungmin). You evolved better (or so you told yourself). So out of the plentiful lessons you’d learned during your reflection, the factor that stuck with you most was that nobody is there to pick up for you. No matter how much you think they will.

You swore yourself into the belief Hyunjin would mend you, but you lived blind to the truth that he was just as broken as you were, a dog chasing its tail.

And so, you dealt with it.

In ways.

Whether that was incessantly talking to yourself, fanatically checking the date, contacting Felix on the verge of tears for him to laugh and then attempt at consoling your doom, or googling the best ways to run away from your predicament, fate had it out for you.

A disgustingly impertinent, unfairly fair fate.

Packing wasn’t all too stressful, unless you count trying on an entire entourage of outfits descending from dinner to snow-attire, then focusing on simple.

And it really shouldn’t have been so awful getting into your car, nonetheless waking up to realize today was the dreaded day, but it was, and you seriously deserved an award for the amount of times you checked your clock.

Although, you at least expected to have a little bit of time before having to face him again. Talking and interacting, not just drilling holes into his head. Little bit of time as in, a few years at least.

You were wrong.

Not the first time that’s happened.

“Hi Hyunjin.”

Answering his awaiting call with unsteady pitch, your eyes immediately gravitate to the blond-haired man. Taller in stature, leaning against a nearby pillar by your gate, staring directly at you.

Never had it felt so terrifying.

“Hey.”

You hesitate, never breaking eye contact with the man you’re speaking to a few meters away.

“Are we…Are we doing this again?”

He’s solemn. He’s not the same. Different.

“I don’t know. You decide for me.”

Never for a second does your gaze stray to his lips that barely move as he utters the line. Not the same either.

Before, you’d always been mesmerized by his lips. Then he’d notice and tease you prior to delivering the long-awaited kiss, again and again till you were breathless and your head became dizzy.

But this wasn't before; this is now, filled with grudges and sourness.

“You know I can’t make big decisions.”

That isn’t him. Isn’t the Hyunjin who would always provide endless tips and support, opinions unable to be held back without duct tape.

“Because you don’t want to get hurt knowing we chose this?” He whispers, and you tug your bottom lip between your teeth hard enough to bleed.

“Because I want better for us.”

“Y/n,” He sadly laughs, and your name rolling off his tongue sends an ache clawing your chest. It’s humorless, bitter in his throat.

“There is no us, only you and me, remember? So who do you want better for?”

There’s no twinkle in his eyes or his charming smile, it’s dry and painful, like he’d been crying.

You don’t want to think about that.

“Tell me something, okay?” Holding your phone to your ear with an iron grip, you slowly inhale through your nose, sparing a fleeting glance to the floor.

“Anything.”

“If I cry, will you hug me?”

“Do you want that?”

Question after question. He reaches in further, ripping out pieces of your soul with each inquiry. Stupid, sure. But genuine, all the way from the shrouded depths of your mind did you ask.

Of course you want that, want what’s so bad for you. No strength can make you admit it.

He knows the answer.

You hang up the call, fiddling around with your suitcase prior to wheeling the blundering thing over and ensuring you find a comfy spot out of Hyunjin’s sight.

Only five minutes of talking and you already feel as if your body is splintering into little pieces he’ll arrange into the perfect puzzle, ideal and pleasing.

He won’t. Not anymore he won’t.

And in that stead you’ll remain shattered.

What a shame.

Now boarding Group Five. All passengers in Group Five are welcome to board.

The hailing announcement earns a muffled groan through your mask, begrudgingly rising to your feet while directing your attention solely upon the bridge and your tightly held boarding pass. Luckily, Incheon International Airport isn’t half as hectic as you anticipated, but you have a gnawing feeling Paris will have a lot more to say.

Truth be told, you thank every lesson on task focus you once deemed useless as you shuffle among Paris-goers to find your seat.

One that obviously had to be right by Hwang Hyunjin.

“How’s you and Seungmin?” He fixes the length of his headphones, sparing a quick look at you while speaking. You despise how easy he treats this, how easy he’s treating everything at the moment.

Unfortunately, booking this hell-on-earth back when either of you were in your demented fantasy-land meant sitting beside each other also, in assigned seats.

Cupid really needs to give up by now.

You grunt beside him, uttering a hushed, “We broke up.”

Tilting his head, Hyunjin presses his face closer, craning. Close enough that you hold your phone up as a barrier, shrinking away nearer to the window.

“…Who broke up with who?”

Asshole.

Sighing boisterously, you shove in your own earbuds, rolling your eyes. Hyunjin, cocking a brow, dejectedly slouched back. Although he doesn’t ask any more questions, and you successfully get through your first three hours in silence.

Well, prior to the flight attendant strolling by with her cart, mandatorily beckoning orders from each row.

Wheeling her cart over where your seats are, Hyunjin takes a ginger ale and the customary pretzels they hand out. So when she gets to you and you order a Sprite, the man to your right’s head snaps to you, giving you quite an incredulous cock of his brow.

“No ginger ale?”

You wrinkle your nose.

“I don’t like it,” Biting back, you interrupt him upon accepting the canned soft drink, expression bitter and unwavering.

“You always got it when you were with me” or “Wasn’t it your favorite” was what you expected to come out of his mouth, positively obliterating any ounce of peace of mind remaining inside your rattling skull. You weren’t about to sit another seven hours sulking about something your ex said.

The ex you were very much over.

Right.

Your new goal? Avoid genuine conversation for as long as possible, at least on this flight.

So, given the chance to be deep in thought, you came to a conclusion.

You were clockwork, just like before. Except now instead of just equaling the time of day, he was the hour hand and you were the minute hand, always chasing after one another only to briefly touch and start all over again in an endless cycle of time.

Although the rockier the air gets and the more your grip squeezes the armrest does your initial goal falter, finding his considerate gesture asking if you were alright practically impossible to keep from responding to.

Especially when a huge drop has his hand racing atop yours, both too nervous to truly let go.

Just the circumstances, you blame, as if this plane was the sole cause of your slamming heartbeat.

Bullshit.

Four days and this trip was going to be one for the books for a multitude of reasons, that’s for sure.

Let’s just hope you can land first.

December 23nd – Paris, France.

His assuring hold on your hand guiding you through the bustling crowds of visitors and locals storming Charles de Gaulle Airport gives you this disgusting nostalgia, festering in your gut the longer you focus on his dark head of hair in front of you, kind, magnificent almond eyes flickering back to catch sight of you time and time again — like you’d magically sift from his grasp.

It’s a miracle you managed to hit ground in one piece, nevertheless end up with the notorious artist-jerkface named Hyunjin navigating you through an supremely overpopulated airport.

Perhaps it’s the scent of wispy pine or faint cigarette smoke that tinges the atmosphere such a rosy hue, perhaps everyone’s anticipation for the holiday’s. Either way, it certainly doesn’t help fuel your “absolutely NO touchy-feely-ness Hyunjin agenda”.

Well, you had no doubt you’d have to stick to your morals on this trip in the first place, and it’s not like the odds were supposed to work in your favor. Although, a little assistance would‘ve been nice.

Guess you’ll just have to make due.

Lovely.

“Thank you!” You shout, forcing your voice to sound chipper speaking to the Cab Driver (opposing the twenty-two hours of traveling you managed to survive through). Except now, you didn’t know what to do nor what to say standing outside the hotel entrance, especially not when Hwang Hyunjin was going to be biting your ass for the next few days.

Much to your luck though, it seemed he was just as clueless as you, both prioritizing just checking into your room first and foremost.

Thankfully, the sights are a wondrous source of distraction, and you devise a plan to go walking more often than not (and not just to avoid Hyunjin). Each building appears as if it’d been expertly carved from stone, historically aged beige, awnings titled a bottomless array of Grand Seiko and Jaeger-LeCoultre.

To add, huge paneled windows are placed in each room, allowing a breathtaking view of the city as evening dawns. Whether it’s a quaint bakery hitched right below a bookstore or the bell tower seated comfortably in the middle of a square—you could never get bored.

Seems your interest tore you away from an unwelcomed reality until Hyunjin cleared his throat, thick eyebrows raised questionably.

“..We could go ice-skating?” He offers, index pointing to the huge rink a few blocks to the left.

You don’t have to speak for him to know your response, unzipping your suitcase to gather a new change of clothes without a word.

“Look, I know you want nothing to do with me, but I doubt either of us will ever have enough money to come to Paris again, so just, do it for the experience, not for me.”

That’s it.

“For you? You think I’m doing this for you? Are you really that conceited to think I’m still catering to you, Hyunjin? I’ve changed whether you like it or not, and I’m not the girl that’s willing anymore,” You toss your clothing to the side, giving him a downright venomous stare. Loathing. “I’m not yours anymore.”

“In fact,” Spitting poison, you stab your index to his chest, causing him to back up the more you advance forward. “You don’t know shit about me.”

He appears torn. His nose scrunches, and his lips form a squabbled line upon his face, evidently troubled.

Somehow, those actions that normally earned your sympathy only reared your deftly oiled gears more, angrily roaring without fail.

“Because if you did, we wouldn’t be like this.”

Gesturing around, you retreat back a few steps, arms slapping your sides irritably. Meanwhile, the tall man remains silent, attention magnetically directed down at his shoes. And for a swift moment, mere seconds, you feel sorry — apologetic even.

It makes you sick to your stomach.

You exhale. “I’ll go, and not for you. Understood?”

Hyunjin doesn’t reply, biting his cheek as he watches you disappear into another room.

You thank the refreshing scent of peppermint for its momentary relief upon entering the bathroom, practically drenching your face in ice cold water over and over as if it’d clear your head.

For you; you’re doing this for you, nobody else, you remind yourself, prepping a washcloth and your toiletries whilst praying the warm shower water eases your blaring jet-lag.

Yet, you didn’t expect a visitor to suddenly pop in while you were mid-shampoo, and it seemed he didn’t expect it either.

You swore the prolonged eye-contact went on for centuries, absolute terror embracing every aspect of your face through the clear shower door.

“Fuck! Get out!”

Scurrying like a character off a cartoon, Hyunjin manages – through spilling apologies – to blindly ram himself into the door, hands gripping his skull.

Suddenly, he pauses, hesitating.

“Wait but I’ve seen you naked befo–”

“GET OUT!” You scream.

“Okay! Okay.” He hurriedly slips out, leaving you to rethink every decision made with his name involved. A recurring thought at this point.

And with that, you quickly accept that your jet lag isn’t even close to gone and likely won’t be as long as the artist sharing your hotel room is within a six-foot radius.

Oh, and you don’t know shit about ice-skating.

Of course, Hyunjin is a natural on ice. He glides like a snow spirit, freer than ever. Meanwhile, your nails are embedded into your vice of a railing, knees shakily attempting at balancing with little success.

He’s the princess, and you’re the frog. It’s decided. Walking while you crawled, running while you walked. A step ahead that was at some point motivating, now plain humiliating.

The ice rink is jam-packed, citizens and tourists alike savoring the crisp winter, the faded twinkling of lights glittering in the distance.

“C’mon, just one?”

You, clawing the icy edge, confusedly avert your focus to where the voice came from.

It’s Hyunjin, gesturing to his camera while you piece together his request before childishly whining your despair. He lifts his toboggan upward, a few endearing tufts of golden peering out to hang over crescent moon eyes, evidently smiling.

Leave it to this man to test your sanity. How could anybody say no when he looked that cute.

“Fine, one.”

Not like I could run off anyway, you mentally consider, finding the fact your legs are quite literally flailing as a good enough sign to give in.

“Yes!” He chirped happily, hurriedly fiddling with his camera.

Watching him with that kind of expression, you witness your Hyunjin again, fumbling around, so excited about the smallest of things.

It hurts.

“I..” He trails off, voice barely audible whilst winking to see through the lense. “Don’t want to miss a moment of you.”

“What was that?”

The camera flashes, and you wonder if you heard him correctly.

“Oh nothing.” His lips curl into a sheepish grin, easing toward you and unexpectedly prying your hand into his own, involuntarily pulling you along.

Panickedly, you clutch onto any article of clothing available (another goodbye to your no-touchy-feely-ness Hyunjin agenda) similar to the handrails, squeezing your eyes shut while painfully awaiting a harsh slam against rock-hard ice.

A harsh slam that never happens.

You cautiously open an eye.

“One, two, one, two.” He counts steadily, soaring across the ice, unable to contain the huge beam the longer he watches you. Captivating.

You fight the urge to smile, the sensation of wind whipping your hair and his warm, reminiscent touch setting your nerves into a dopamine frenzy, making the routinely frown much harder than need be.

Nevertheless, perhaps staying in Hyunjin’s grasp would’ve been the safer option. Because with confidence comes failure (at least in your book of life), and your knees would’ve definitely appreciated not getting ruined.

“Are you alright?” Hyunjin murmurs, sympathetically regarding your black and blue frame, looking worse for wear, skates in hand.

“Amputation has never sounded more tempting,” Grumbling, you hobble to return your skates, the man tailing behind you choking back his giggle, kindly waiting in case you stumble.

From the way things are going, the probability is high. Except, Hyunjin walks on eggshells, worried you might rip his head off in the case he asked the question sitting tentatively on the tip of his tongue.

Keeping himself contained had never been as unbearable as when with you, constantly having to refrain from wrapping your precious self into his arms, witness those warm, beautiful hues blinking at him like globes.

Five minutes into the walk back and your near-face-plant-turned-catastrophe was his last straw.

“Can I at least carry you?”

Your head snapping back was almost comical, ogling at Hyunjin as if he told you he’d been neutered or something.

Insane. He’s officially gone insane.

So have you, apparently. Because after getting all too familiar with the icy side walk for a fifth time, you give in, stifling your thoughts from erupting out of your skull—feeling like your entire earth was slowing down on its axis when he easily swept you off your feet.

Cute, hell, romantic too, until you arrive back at the hotel and the curious looks sent your way have your cheeks burning.

“This is so embarrassing.” You whine, burying your face in your hands. Of course, Hyunjin just laughs.

You missed his laugh.

And he cares for you that night, transporting you from room to room in his arms despite your complaints you could do so yourself (although you secretly preferred it, and no, not because it was Hyunjin, only because of how bruised your legs were).

Plus, the mental exhaustion was practically debilitating, sleep beckoning you into its cozy embrace as the clock ticked on the wall. The man before you knelt in front of where you sat on the side of the bed, gently applying antiseptic to your cuts while you blanked in and out of consciousness.

Any common sense had completely abandoned you. Certainly, since you hadn’t noticed only one bed sat dead center in the room. Nor had you noticed through your half-asleep eyes how sweetly he maneuvered you around, pulling the comforter snug over your body.

His hand strays, wistfully smoothing some hair from off your eyebrow.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers, gathering spare pillows and blankets.

He’ll sleep on the floor.

December 24th – Paris, France.

Apparently, there was much more to this Paris dilemma than just the “going to Paris” part (excluding, y’know, the havoc that’s occurred over the past three days).

This fantastic surprise came in the form of a booked Louvre Museum date, now a bit more like a punishment with your current state of soreness merely rising up from bed. And, in turn, seeing Hyunjin sawing logs on the floor below, an action you were inaudibly grateful for.

You two are a different kind of romantic if that’s what you want to call it, especially when Hyunjin practically barricades the bathroom door, nonsensically shouting that he won’t make the same mistake of walking in ever again.

Sweet gesture, but it gets a tad bit irritating when you have to basically charge the door in order to move the chair situated behind it, making you doubt if it was to keep Hyunjin himself out or keeping you in instead.

Yeah. Different kind of romantic. Exes kind of romantic.

Once 5pm rolls around, you’re already dressed and ready to leave, trying your darndest to pretend you’re doing something on your phone to evade conversation. A middle school move, though your ego is on the brink of becoming extinct anyway.

Seems the final act is when Hyunjin steps out of the bathroom, wearing that tan trench coat he always did.

He notices you analyzing, stifling a very tempting smirk.

“I thought you’d like this jacket. Y’know, since you stared at it all the time.”

With a sentence you watched your endangered ego obliterate in real time, embarrassment swallowing you whole. The cycle is neverending.

Thankfully, at least one factor in your unsolvable equation proves itself useful, the factor being your already purchased tickets, granting an earlier entrance into what felt to be a new world.

A new world you recognized as Hyunjin’s world. Vast, expansive. A place you can get lost in and be okay with. Stories hidden behind gold-rimmed frames, so much to tell if only you’d listen.

He lingers by the Psyche and Cupid sculpture longer than usual. Briefly, he told you about them many moons ago. Their love awakening from something much more tragic, apocalyptical.

What a coincidence.

You spend what feels to be days in there, daylight from the lengthy windows overhead falling dark by the time you’re finished. The temperature dropped exponentially while you explored, ignorant to the frigid conditions till realizing you still had your trek back.

Curse the taxi service for not running twenty-four hours.

“You grew your hair out.” You comment, but it’s not really a comment, more like an observation you already knew and felt the need to point out for some odd reason. The awkward silence is suffocating enough.

Granted, you’d known his hair had grown. You saw him every day coming to and fro from work, so any adjustments he made you saw, some of which you remember loving oh so much.

This adjustment was his hair.

Hyunjin’s lips quirk ever so slightly, fingers straying up to tousle a strand.

“You used to love it when I grew it out.”

He continues to walk ahead, ignoring how you had stalled behind, numb grip desperately clutching your puffer jacket as if it’d magically allow you inhalations.

“You would tie it up for me, and stick my paintbrushes in the bun.”

This time, he spins around, seemingly unaffected by your (both literally and figuratively) frozen finger that simply blinks at him — robotic-like.

Like Hyunjin is a stranger. Like your Hyunjin, the old one you were mad for, is now a stranger.

“And I,” He sniffs in, his exhale causing a cloud of air to comprise in its stead. “Really wanted to marry you.”

There’s your breaking point.

He’s pulled you thread by thread closer to an unthinkable free fall, a freezing free fall. Unfurling your strings of yarn to no point of repair. So as you teeter on the edge, your defense mechanisms kick in. And before you can logically consider your options, you smack him.

Right. Across. The face.

He’s stunned, you don’t blame him for that, but there’s also a crinkle in his brows, a look of utmost hurt beginning to stain any somber expression left.

“You have no right to say that when you’re the one that caused all of this.” Your volume increases, unaffected by the glances from passerby.

You have no doubt the two of you are quite a scene, though common sense had long abandoned you, and no thought but fiery rage curls around you, tendrils alight.

“Why the hell did you want to marry me if you can’t even love me? Quit hurting and confusing me Hyunjin, I can’t keep doing this.” Practically pleading, he pulls his palm from where it babied his cheek, instead retreating to your wrists, keeping you in front of him.

“Listen.”

“No!” You screech, trying your hardest to escape.

“Listen.”

You pause, gingerly allowing him to adjust the scarf over your pink nose and ensure your gloves trap warmth for your fingers.

He bites his lip, gaze dancing across your features.

“I love you.”

You shakily exhale, wishing everything would just stop. Time would simply diminish into nothing but stillness, easiness.

Your anguish and anger was easy, and staying mad was a whole lot easier than this—confronting the pains of meeting him again, nonetheless this trip.

He’s finding the pieces to your puzzle.

You want to hide.

Worst of all? Especially hearing him say the words that ended you two months prior.

Cruel.

“I loved you,” His voice wavers. “More than anything, Y/n. And I still do. But when you said that, I got scared.”

He shakily inhales, the grip on you lessening a bit.

“Because when I say I love you back, that means I have someone to lose.”

It’s hypocritical, you know.

Hell, you know what it’s like to be a hypocrite more than anything right now. From hearing the godforsaken news to sitting in an airplane together after wholeheartedly promising yourself you’d never let him have you once more.

Yet here you were, dragging him by his collar into a kiss.

He kisses you back, like an idiot, childishly grasping his clothing-cladden frame against your face and savoring the small bit of heat huddled between where your lips meet.

His trench-coat, you remember, despite so many adjustments, is the same as usual, and it’s almost comforting to find he smells the same as well—floral, with hints of jasmine (mainly thanks to his favorite perfume). You remember that too.

Guess some things never change.

Perhaps he kept that mug after all, drank from it every day like he used to.

And perhaps, right now, he’s wishing back all the time you’ve spent apart, just like you are. Wishing you would’ve just talked like mature, capable adults. Figured things out.

Newsflash, you’re not mature adults. You’re two broken lovebirds fighting to find their song after being caged together, searching high and low for the perfect pitch when all you needed was a single note, a single start.

Positioning you where an arm wraps around your back, the other holding your cheek, he dips you as if in a ballroom dance, not kissing beneath a street light.

Everything is pretty in Hyunjin’s presence.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” You whisper, nostrils burning the longer you’re surrounded by snow, falling in hefty sheets at this rate.

He hums into your lips, maneuvering his head to kiss away the chilled tears beginning to froth upon your waterline. And in those moments, you feel so fragile, so weak in his touch.

Almost instinctively, his grip tightens oh so slightly.

“I really don’t want to lose you.”

And he laughs, a muffled laugh that nonetheless causes his shoulders to shake before delving further into your kiss, melting away every bit of anguish you felt, all the hurt and ache. Dissolved into nothingness by his lips.

Figures briefly illuminated by the light of the street lamp, you remain ignorant to the encroaching nightfall, the way the stars seamlessly blend with white snowflakes. Something out of a fairytale.

You’re certain you could’ve stood there forever, all numb and freezing cold.

But in love. So very in love.

For him you would’ve stood there. And the you still in denial without understanding this entire story would’ve died before admitting that.

This time, you’re okay with letting him finish the puzzle, create a song as lovebirds.

“You won’t, I promise,” He traces your cheek with his thumb. “Now let’s get someplace warm, shall we?”

Landing an affectionate peck to your burning red nose, he takes your hand, guiding you through climbing snow toward your hotel, sign reading “Hôtel de Vendôme” glittering in the distance.

In your opinion, however, it was too fleeting. A kiss you hadn’t realized you’d been waiting for until it actually happened, till you pathetically craved it again and again.

Although, that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy gaining feeling back in your fingers and toes, treasuring the flicker of the fire crackling beneath a brick mantel. A few guests litter the lobby, dishing paper cups of hot chocolate left and right, taking the opportunity the mistletoe hanging above a long forgotten stairwell provides.

Christmas Eve and you’re beside the ex you swore you’d never spend it with, spend any time with generally. So surreal you simply cannot stop thinking about it, enough that you become too distracted to notice the mischievous glint in Hyunjin’s vision.

Well, before he points upward and you notice the dangling mistletoe.

And he kisses you again just like you wanted. Deeper, slower, like separating would cause you to break apart, carving your kiss into his memory for a second time.

Standing there, too lost in him to ever consider anything better than this, you begin to think maybe you’ll be able to finish that stagnant book of yours. Maybe it’ll be about two lovers turned two exes, whose trip to Paris might just have been the cherry on top to hurt feelings and broken love. Because, at the end of their tribulations, Cupid falls in love with Psyche.

And you begin to think—as the clock’s ringing announces midnight has arrived—maybe this Christmas will pass by on a good note.

No, you’re certain of it.

sunboki, may 2022 ©

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skyechild · 10 months

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practice makes perfect...

for: @jcsontodd

𖤐 pairing: San x GN!reader

𖤐 genre: smut and fluff its...basically just smut, its only fluff if you squint

𖤐 warnings/kinks: breath play, only oral (m receiving)

𖤐 wc: 1.4k

𖤐 notes: screams...lmao. this has been in my drafts for over a year, going on two tbh...uhm....nothing else really? i think i gotta make a tag list tbh

𖤐 summary: It started innocently, your head resting on San’s lap and it ended not so innocently. his dick in your mouth was the opposite of how you thought the night was going to end.

𖤐 network tags: @cultofdionysusnet

Your head had been resting on his lap, his fingers sliding through your hair as you both watched the movie he had played on the TV. It had been a few months since you last saw your boyfriend so you hadnt been focusing on the movie as much he was. Your head was facing his stomach but your eyes were admiring his face. From his jawline to the hair that was growing and was covering his eyes faintly.

His hand stopped stroking your hair only to tangle into it with his thumbs stroking along your temple, the corner of his lips twitching. “Its hard to focus on a movie with you staring at me.” He murmured teasingly, eyes drifting to meet yours, brow raised.

“I missed you, what do you expect?” You reached for his free hand, holding it against your chest and smiling softly at him. “I missed you too baby.” His eyes softened as he took in the expression on your face. “I didnt get to see your for a few months, i wasnt graced with this beauty in person.” You murmured lightly as you watched his lips pull into a grin. dimples making an appearance as his smile go wider.

“I havent seen those in person in a while baby.” He chuckled and shifted both of you so he could drop a kiss on your nose. “Well i didnt get to see your face at all either, only through a screen.” You nodded, pouting teasingly as he pulled away.

“Y’know i also missed something else, almost as much as i missed you.” He rose a brow. “Oh really?” He trailed and you nodded as you shuffled closer, pressing your face straight against the strings of his sweatpants and closing your eyes as your felt his thigh twitch in slight surprise. His hand moved to your waist. “I see.”

He chuckled before he shifted his hips forward and more into your face. “Go for it angel.” You smiled against his cock at the approval. “Thank you Sanie.” You whispered before his hand settled better on the back of your head, tightening slightly. A quiet sign for you to hurry up. The growing hardness aganst your cheek making you sigh. “Of course.” You replied, almost sarcastic, almost forgetting how needy San could be, especially if it was his dick getting sucked.

You adjusted on the couch so San could lean against the arm of the couch as he let you lay between his legs, hand never leaving the back of your head. Laying on your stomach as you tugged his sweatpants down as he lifted his hips, just enough to get them down. “I love it when you dont wear underwear when you wear sweats.” You murmur as he squirms at the breath fanning across his dick once he relaxed.

San pursed his lips once your hand wrapped around his cock, tongue swiping across your lips before licking a strip of the vein under his cock, relishing in the sigh of pleasure that leaves San’s mouth. Your eyes flicker up and your breath hitches. San looks like a work of art and you have barely done anything. His head is tilted back, eyes shut and his mouth slightly open. “Dont cum right away San, i know its been a while but hold out for me baby.” You mumbled, the vibration shooting down his cock.

“Stop teasing then.” He huffs before using his hand to nudge your head closer. You smile, chuckling lightly before your mouth opens, your tongue brushing against the underside of the head of his cock. He huffed before his mouth fell the slightest bit more open as the head of his cock slipped further into your mouth.

You closed your eyes, relaxing your jaw and throat as he pressed down more, hips on his hips to prevent his hips from jerking as you pressed your nose against the skin of his pelvis, the skin of his cock tickling the back of you throat. Exhaling through your nose you lifted back up, only Sans hand on the back of your head, preventing you from moving.

You looked back up at him and his head had fallen back, a low drawn out moan leaving his lips as he took in the wet warmth of your mouth. The tears made your vision a bit blurry and you removed a hand to wipe them away quickly. “Let me fuck your throat. Please baby?” He whined and you took his hand off your head as you pulled off him.

“Since you used your manners, sure. I’ll even tell you a secret. Ive been using the dildo you got me for when you were gone, ive been deepthroating it, trying to pretend it was you. It lacked the warmth and the twitching.” You watched as his eyes snapped open, eyes locking onto your face as if looking for a lie. The corner of your lips quirked up into a smirk as he gaped. You sat up, leaning over to peck his lips.

“Youre unreal, my love. “ You smiled softly at his words as he pecked your lips back a few times. When you had gotten back onto your stomach his cock was already leaking onto his stomach. You giggled softly as he gathered your hair into his hand, pushing you back towards his cock, mockingly raising a brow. You rolled your eyes before taking him back into your mouth, jaw staying slack and throat relaxed.

He gave an experimental thrust of his hips, grunting when you didnt choke. “Such a good kitty, taking my cock like a pro.” He murmured. San always got more vocal when he had command over your body. He jerked his hips a few more times, making sure you were relaxed around him, your hands resting on his inner thighs, digging your nails into his skin. “Fuck, so good for me.”

He moved his free hand down to tap your nose. “Ready?” You took a deep inhale through your nose before tapping his left leg as a yes. His fingers pinched your nose shut as his other hand kept your head down on him. You throat constricted against him, your eyes squeezing shut as tears formed. Your vision was blurring and you were about to tap out when he pulled you up and off his cock, releasing your nose at the same time.

“You ok?” You nodded and he tapped your chin. “Words.” You cleared your throat. “Im...good.” Your voice was week and cracked over the words as he nodded, grabbing the water you had taken from the fridge as you guys got the movie set up. Handing it to you he jerked his head. “Drink.” You nodded, eyes locked on his as he stroked the side of your neck, humming. “Im close baby, one more time.”

You nodded, putting the water back and getting back onto your stomach and clearing your throat before taking him back inside, bobbing your head a few times before he pushed your head back down, groaning as he rolled his hips, jerking his hips up quickly, fucking your throat as he felt himself getting closer. “So close, please...” Neither of you knew what he was asking for but once he tapped your nose you hummed and he hissed at the vibration against his cock. He pinched your nose shut, thrusting into your mouth a few times before he shoved you down, holding you against his pelvis as he spilled into your mouth.

Tapping his right thigh quickly he released your nose and pulled you off of him. “God.” He watched you closely. “Dont swallow all of it.” He held your throat in his grasp, watching you. You nodded, only swallowing a bit before you leaned over him more, opening your mouth to let the cum drop from your mouth into his before crashing your lips together.

Once you pulled away he swallowed and you settled on his stomach, smiling down at him. “Let me help you.” He shook his head, gripping your hips to push you off. “No, this was about you San.” He pouted. He never liked not getting you to cum. Especially if he had the chance to use his mouth. You tapped his nose. “I wanted to treat you today. Maybe later you can return it.” He huffed but nodded, holding you close to his chest as you laid ontop of him. “I love you San.” He hummed against your cheek. “I love you more Y/n.”

#cultofdionysusnet #choi san smut #ateez smut #ateez imagine #choi san imagine #skyechilds work

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fiapartridge · 8 months

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different | kent johnson

"maybe this time it'll be different..."

kent johnson x hughes!sister

summary: when kent arrives to the lake house two years after breaking up with y/n hughes, he has so much more planned than wakeboarding with the boys-- he's going to get her back.

warning(s): cursing

a/n: i remembered someone requesting a kj fic so here we are!! it's my first one! so! try not to hate it too much! LOL

Kent hadn’t anticipated coming to the lake house like this: sopping wet from the rain that only seemed to pour when Kent arrived since all the days leading up to this were sunny skies with a chance of nothing– absolutely zero rain, except for the day he showed up. Great.

And to make matters even worse, he hadn’t even been invited to the lake house, turning up unannounced. Luke and the rest of the Hughes’ cut contact with Kent after his and Y/N’s breakup. I mean, he didn’t expect them to take his side or feel some sort of sympathy for him, but he also didn’t know he was gonna lose everyone because of it.

Luke Hughes had invited Kent to the lake house every summer since meeting him, claiming him as the “cool older brother he never had.” (Jack and Quinn had of course taken offense from that, but he was right. Kent was cool.) But when Kent broke up with Y/N after the 2021 draft, making up the excuse of not wanting to “drag her along” while he was busy in the NHL, Luke couldn’t help but be there for his sister. At first, he hadn’t taken sides. Luke wasn’t a part of the relationship, so obviously their friendship would be fine— but once he heard how hurt and worthless she felt, he couldn’t be friends with him. He would never be friends with a person that could make his sister feel that bad about herself.

For months, she wondered what she could’ve possibly done to make him walk out like that, especially on a day that was supposed to be so special. Maybe… maybe she was just a thing to pass the time with until his life really began. She wasn’t meant to be in his life, not the life he planned at least, she was just something that happened— and apparently he wasn’t one for spontaneity.

Until now. As he stands at the door of the Hughes family’s summer home, the memories of spending warm July nights huddled around the small table that sat on the front porch, littered with beer bottles and red solo cups, flooding back to him. Y/N sitting comfortably on his lap, her brothers making gagging noises every time they kissed, his UMich teammates picking her up and running through the house to the backyard, throwing Y/N into the pool and pushing Kent in with her.

They don’t even text him anymore. And he thought that losing them would’ve been the worst part, but they weren’t the people that he told everything to; what he was feeling; how anxious he felt about the future; how excited he was after scoring his first goal at Yost. his frustration over his terrible gameplay the month before the draft, fearing that none of the teams would draft him if they saw how he was playing then. That was all Y/N— and he blew it.

He wasn’t even thinking, he didn’t know what to say, his actions spoke before him as he knocked on the door, hearing the loud chatter on the other side come to a halt. And before he knew it, he was face-to-face with his old teammate, Luke.

Stepping onto the porch and closing the door behind him, Luke’s face couldn’t be mistaken for anything but anger.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Luke spat.

Kent wasn’t expecting a warm welcome, but he also wasn’t expecting a full on war the minute he knocked on the door. He really should’ve thought out his words on the way here.

“I know that everyone in that house hates me,” Luke scoffed, muttering something under his breath as Kent cautiously continued. “But I need to talk to Y/N. I fucked up, I know, and it’s too late, but please. I just need to see her.”

“Even if I told her you were here, I don’t think she’d even want to talk to you.”

Ouch.

“I know you’ll never forgive me for what I did to your sister, and I have no excuse for that, but just— give me one last chance with her. I just want to talk.”

Luke stood there, processing it all. He hated Kent for what he had done. None of the other boys were there to hold Y/N when she would fall asleep with tears in her eyes, they weren’t there when she would stumble into his bed late at night because she didn’t trust herself to be alone in her room, they weren’t there to hear her beat up herself for what had happened, thinking that this whole thing was her fault, that she could’ve prevented this from happening if she was just… better.

But he also remembered how happy Kent made her feel when they were together.

So he gave him a chance. One singular chance.

“Y/N,” Kent froze upon seeing her. She looked so different, yet so the same. She wore her hair down now instead of in messy buns or high ponies, she was taller, and her baby face was gone, her cheeks growing a bit slimmer. She still had that rosy pink complexion that she always carried around with her and she still wore the silver charm bracelet she had when they were together. She was still so beautiful, if not more than when he last saw her.

Her arms were crossed over her chest, closing herself off to him. She looked hesitant, apprehensive. She had spent the first year after their breakup hoping that he would come back and tell her that it was all a big mistake, that he didn’t mean to break up with her, that he was just overwhelmed, that he wanted her back. The second year, she accepted it; that he wasn’t coming back. So why was she feeling like nothing had changed, that all her progress meant nothing, that she would crumble and go back to the way it was that first year, hoping he’d make his way back to her, in her arms, on her lips, in her heart.

For him, she was a mess. That she never grew out of— as much as she wished she would.

“Why are you here, Kent?”

Hearing his full name come out of her mouth was like a dagger to his chest. But he did that. He ruined everything. Did he really have the right to feel bad for himself?

He licked his lips, trying to find his words. Any words, really. “I still care about you, Y/N/N. I never stopped.”

“So why did you throw it all away?” she asked, poking her finger at his chest. “And don’t give me the bullshit excuse of ‘dragging me along’ because you were three fucking hours away! That wouldn’t have changed anything!”

“I was stupid, okay!” he shouted back, his voice cracking. “I was overwhelmed, and I was lost, and I knew I wouldn’t be enough for you, that I couldn’t be there, and be the person that you deserved.”

She scoffed, shaking her head. This is not how she thought seeing him again would go. “Did you think you couldn’t have told me? That I wouldn’t understand? We could’ve worked through it! We could’ve been together through it all! We could’ve seen if it really was gonna work or not! But you didn’t even want to give us a chance.”

Backing away, her hand fell from his chest, slipping to the door knob behind her. It’s like he was losing her all over again. He couldn’t let that happen, not again.

Holding onto her wrist, he felt her stop in her tracks. Maybe she was just waiting for the right words, and while he didn’t know what the right words were, he decided to jump off the deep end nonetheless.

“My biggest regret was walking away from you, Y/N. And I know this means nothing, that I put you through so much that you didn’t deserve, and you can hate me all you want, tell me to leave and I’ll go, but please— please just hear me out.”

Her forehead rested against the door. “Five minutes,” she mumbled before spinning around. “You have five minutes to talk.”

Kent didn’t waste a single second. “I’m still in love with you. I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m not, but you mean the world to me, Y/N, and I shouldn’t have let that go, let us go, let you go. And if you give me another chance,” she pulled her wrist away from him, his chest speeding up. Please don’t go. “I won’t make the same mistake again. And I know that you’re scared, that we might end up doing this whole shit storm all over again, and I can’t promise that we won’t, but if you just give me a chance, just one chance, maybe this time it’ll be different.”

Kent’s words hung in the air as Y/N stood there, listening to his earnest plea. The rush of memories and emotions hit her like a tidal wave. The wounds of their breakup were still there, scars etched into her skin, a reminder of him every time she went to Yost and he wasn’t there, or when she would stalk his Instagram, swearing to her friends that she would block him this time, yet she always failed.

She had spent so much time convincing herself that she was better off without him, that she could thrive on her own, but as he stood there, telling her the one thing she wished she heard from him years ago, that he still loved her, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

Her brows narrowed, her bottom lip stuck between her teeth. “Why should I believe you?”

“You can’t. But, Y/N, I have spent the past two years regretting everything, and wishing you were beside me. After my first game, I looked into the stands and when you weren’t there, I… I knew I fucked up, that you were the best thing that’s ever happened to me, that I’ve never been as happy as I was with you. And you can choose to not believe me when I say that I won’t walk out on us again, but please just think about it. Please.”

Y/N’s head was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She was torn between the fear of getting hurt again and the desire to give him another chance. Kent’s sincerity was real and honest, but could she really trust him not to run away when things got tough?

“No more running away. No more not talking about things. If we want this to work, I need to trust you again.”

“I’m not leaving. It’s you, you’re all I need,” he said, laying his forehead against hers. “I’ll do my best to show you I’ve changed, just make me yours again.”

In that moment, with their hearts racing and their emotions raw, Y/N’s gaze locked onto Kent’s nervous eyes. There was a certain vulnerability in his expression that echoed her own, and her mind battled between caution and the undeniable pull she still felt towards him. She’d felt that pull the second she saw him on the porch. It wasn’t something that could just go away, and in that moment, she was grateful for that.

As Kent’s fingers gently brushed against her cheek, Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. His touch was gentle, hesitant, as if he feared shattering the fragile bridge they were building between them.

Y/N’s breath caught as Kent’s lips descended upon hers, a soft press that held a world of unspoken promises. It was a tentative kiss, a meeting of lips that carried the weight of the aching past, the hope that they could fix what was broken, and the need for his lips since the moment they broke up.

The kiss deepened, a slow progression that was both hesitant and passionate. Kent’s arms encircled Y/N, pulling her closer as her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt, her heart racing as she surrendered to the kiss, allowing herself to be enveloped by the flood of emotions that came with it.

Their lips moved against each other with a tender intensity, as if they were trying to convey all the unspoken words and emotions that had accumulated during their time apart. In that moment, the world around them seemed to fade, the rain stopped, the muffled voices on the other side of the door were gone— it was just them.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths were mingled, their foreheads resting against each other. Y/N’s eyes met Kent’s once again, and she could see the genuine regret and love he still had for her. She knew he hadn’t seen anyone for the past two years, Blanks liked to remind her of that everytime he tried to get them back together.

“I’m not leaving,” Kent whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. “I meant what I said, Y/N. You’re all I need, and I’m here to prove it. This time, it’ll be different.”

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milequaritchsslut · 1 year

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Aged Up Toxic Ao’nung Part 2

A/N: this has been sitting in my drafts, I kinda rushed it sorry 😢.

Warnings: kisses, tension, Ao’nung actually being sweet

Part 1

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Laying on your bed, you were crept under the sheets. Hands laying in front ofyou, laid on your side. The tension between the both of you engulfed the room while you waited. You couldn’t help but let your mind race. Why’d you let him do that to you? Were you dumb or something? But soon your thoughts were stopped, as a hand snaked around your waist and pulled you into them. His breathe caught onto your neck, causing your body to tense. As he situated himself next to you, you waited for something to happen. “You know I love you right?” whispering into your ear, causing your ears to lower from his hot breathe. You didn’t answer, too scared to open that mouth he hated so much. The mouth that just minutes ago was harshly quieted down by none other then your relentless mate. He wasn’t a man who liked being ignored, he was the next Olo'eyktan, he didn’t have to wait for anyone. Growing tired of your silence he spoke again “I said, you know I love you right?” his grip tightening around your waist. “Yes I know” finally responding to him, your gaze lowered to where your body connected, the warmth of you both was too much. It was becoming balmy being so close, you could feel the sweat starting to form in the inside of your palms.

Your breathe was heavy, hoping he would leave you alone with your thoughts. Was this really how the rest of your life was going to go? Letting him treat you however he saw fit and never questioning it again? That seemed like a reality you prayed would never happen, a reality that seemed so close, that you hoped would never come. But he could be so sweet sometimes right? So honorable, so handsome, so funny. Before you had mated with each-other you two didn’t spend one second apart, always trailing behind the other. You used to get along so well, always side by side, never getting any time apart from one another. He would make you laugh till you couldn’t breathe, he used to be so funny, so charming. But where was that man now? Where did your mate go? He seemed like a far away dream now, a figment of your imagination, a delusion you had to wake up from.

“Y/n?” He asked, tracing circles down the length of your thigh. He was infatuated with you, you were so intriguing to him. Though he treated you like just another woman, he truly still loved you, he could still be the man he used to be.

“Hm?”

“I have not been treating you like I should have—I am sorry, you deserve better” his words sounded like a symphony to your ears. Never would you have thought this cold man would be apologizing to you. This couldn’t be true, he would never, he’s too stuck in his ways.

“I want to be the man I used to be—the man that you fell in love with. I can do better yawne. I promise” nuzzling into your embrace to feel you for the first time in so long, he needed you by his side. Your his mate, and nothing can ever change that. Your eyes became wide, in shock by his honesty, he hadn’t been so true to you in months.

“Do you mean it?” Testing the waters, you sat your hand upon his, rubbing it softly as he held you close to him.

“Yes yawne, I meant every word” placing soft kisses down the back of your neck, relishing in every word you spoke to him. He hadn’t realized until tonight how awful he’s really been to you. You were the only woman that really mattered to him, and he let unimportant things get in the way of that. He quietly thanked Ewya that you didn’t leave, that tonight wasn’t the last time he saw your beautiful face, until it was a distant memory.

His words warmed you, he gave you butterflies, almost like you were kids again who were sharing innocent glances at one another. You felt seen for the first time in so long.

“I’ve missed you ‘nung” caressing his hands, running the pad of your thumb up and down his own.

“I love you”

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gyll-yee-haw · 4 months

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ok but imagine jake has been away filming for so long and one time when you talk through the phone late at night you tell him you miss him sm and along the lines you say sth like „i can’t even come without you anymore” and he goes insane on dirty talk just to be at your doorstep the next day i-

PLEASE, I FOUND THIS ON MY DRAFTS FROM LITERALLY YEARS AGO 😭

I edited a bit and decided to give y'all an early Christmas presents, love you <3

Warnings: masturbation, phone sex, mentions of a reader who struggles to cum, very desperate reader, tiny mentions of being tied up and a lil dom!Jake.

You and Jake had been together long enough for you to get used to all his travels and how busy he got at work. But you still didn't.

He was now away for almost three months. You were losing your mind.

It was another one of those nights when you walked into your bedroom and sighed sadly before going to bed. Jake wasn't there to hold you. To talk to you with his sweet and relaxing voice while you rested your head on his chest and fell asleep.

That must be why sleeping was so hard. Why you kept tossing and turning and sighing frustratedly. You were angry. Sad. Exhausted. You gave up and decided to call him. You hated to bother him and you didn't want him to feel guilty for working so hard. But taking to him was usually the only thing that made you feel better on nights like that.

"Hi, love." He greeted you happily.

"Hey… oh god, it's so good to hear your voice." You told him, feeling a little better already.

"It's great to hear yours too." He chuckled. "So, how was your day?"

The two of you spent a few minutes telling each other stories that happened since the last time you talked. It was amazing, he warmed your heart and made you laugh a lot.

But at some point, the atmosphere got a little sad again.

"I just wish you were here with me." He told you. "Everytime I go out I see something and think 'I bet y/n would love this'… would be a lot more fun if you were here."

"Yeah, I think about you all day too." You said. "And then I curse you for being so fucking hot."

"What do you mean, honey?" He laughed.

"I'm desperate." You admited. "I'm so used to you fucking me so good. And now I can't even cum without you anymore."

There was a little moment of silence on the phone.

"Wait…" He finally said. "Are you telling me you didn't cum at all these last months?"

When Jake traveled for only a few days, you always made a deal to not masturbate, cause when you saw each other again, it would be awesome. But since he would be away for months, you agreed it would be okay, in case you needed to.

"No, all I do is disappoint myself." You shrugged.

"We need to fix that, baby…" He suggested. "Come on, do you want my help? I'm here now... listen to my voice and do what I say, okay, princess?"

Something about that drastic change on the tone of the conversation gave your stomach butterflies.

"Okay... what... what should I do?" You asked.

"Okay, listen to me." He instructed you. "You're gonna lay on your back. Take your panties off. Flex your knees like I was on top of you and you were wrapping them around my waist... like you could feel me deep inside you, remember that feeling?"

Your heart was racing. You really hoped that would work, cause he was getting you worked up now.

You followed every step of his plan, and told him: "Done".

"Good girl. Now spit on your fingers and start touching your pussy until you're wet enough."

You brought your fingers to your mouth, then guided them to your folds, trying to recreate the path Jake's tongue usually follwed. But it still felt like you were touching any other part of your skin. It wasn't like that with Jake. Whenever he just LOOKED at your pussy he already had you bucking your hips.

"Baby?" He called after you were silent for too long.

"It's boring." You told him.

"Use your imagination, honey." He chuckled. "If I was there, what would you like me to do to you?"

"Anything you wanted. Absolutely anything at all."

"Oh yeah?" You could hear the smirk on his voice. "I think I would like to tie your hands above your head and rub the tip of my cock on your clit until you were crying. Then I would shove it inside you at once, and fuck you mercilessly, make you look like a dumb little slut, absolutely speechless, but so fucking beautiful with her eyes rolled back, screaming my name…"

"Fuck." Now you were wet. And even more desperate than before. There wasn't a single cell on your body that didn't crave his touch. "You're making it worse…"

"Oh my God, baby…" He ignored your negativity. "You can't imagine how fucking hard I am for you now."

"Let me see!!!" You begged. "Let's FaceTime instead."

"No, keep touching yourself." He said firmly.

"Please, I can't do it…" You insisted.

"I am helping you, angel. You have to learn how to take care of yourself when I'm not home." He explained.

"What about a video? Or just a photo?"

"Don't be a little brat just because I'm not there to slap you. I can simply turn my phone off and go to sleep, leave you on your own. Is that what you want?"

"No, sorry, sir…"

"Good. Now touch your clit, baby… just I do, you know how you like it."

You closed your eyes and tried to picture the things he said before. You lead two fingers to your clit and started rubbing it slowly. At first, it still felt like nothing. But when you hit just the right spot, your back arched and you moaned.

"Yes, good girl… feel good, huh?" He reacted to your moans.

"Yes, Jakey… fuck…"

You kept rubbing that very specific spot and moaning just to let Jake know you were feeling good. Still wasn't as good as it was when he did it with his big fingers, but at least you were feeling something.

"You sound so beautiful right now, angel. Wish I was there to taste you. That's why I don't wanna FaceTime you, honey. Do you think I'm not dying to see that pretty pussy? Of course I am, but it hurts that I can't put my mouth on it. Lick it real good until your legs are shaking around my head. I miss it so much, fuck…"

His words alone were driving you crazy, but it was the sound of him stroking his cock that made your pussy clench around nothing.

"Talk to me, pretty girl. I'm stroking my cock, thinking of you too." He asked sweetly.

"Fuck... need you… what if I can't do it?"

"You can do it, baby. Don't you feel good right now? Rub it harder, baby."

"Hhmm... I need to cum so bad…" You grew more desperate as time passed and you couldn't even imagine how terrible it would be to not be able to do it that night.

"You will, angel. Looks like I'm gonna have to give you a lesson about patience when I come back." He threatened you, and you would do anything to have those lessons now.

The waves kept coming and going. Just when you thought were going to cum, you got all excited but it went away. You were so fucking wet that your fingers slipped through your folds and you missed the spot several times, making you sigh frustratedly. Jake knew it usually didn't take you that long, and he was getting close himself, just picturing you laying there desperate, soaked, legs in the air, rubbing your pussy so hard while you thought about him.

"I can't do it, I can't." You cried out.

"Please, babygirl." He was the one begging now. "Please cum for me, be a good girl for me, I can't hold it much longer…"

You closed your eyes and imagined he was sitting right beside you, ready to shoot his load on your belly and your breasts. It was a pretty realistic fantasy, cause you could hear his moans through the phone, indicating he was really close.

That was it. Suddenly, another one of those waved came. This one was so strong, and just wasn't going away like the others did.

"OH FUCK!" You moaned loud and excitedly. "I'm coming right now, oh my God, right… now... fuuuuck…"

"Yes, babygirl, do it…" He said, feeling his own orgasm building. "Don't stop, oh fuck…"

Fucking finally. It had been so long. Your back arched and all your muscles flexed and you moaned during every second of it. When your body relaxed, you weren't capable of doing anything, not even thinking.

"Baby, talk to me, fuck." Jake called for the third time, but you didn't even hear the first ones.

"I did it." You told him, all smiley. "I'm in heaven, I swear. Fuck... I needed this, so bad..."

"Proud of you, babygirl." He chuckled. "But you should have told me this so much earlier."

"I definitely should." You agreed. "Do you think we can do this again someday?"

"Not a chance." He sighed frustratedly. "I swear I'm getting on the first plane tomorrow. My baby needs me and it breaks my heart to not be there for her..."

After all, you knew that both of you could touch yourselves all you wanted, even together like you just did, but nothing would compare to the real thing.

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x yn

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lokislittlemidgardian · 1 year

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Not since sokovia?

Content - age regression, cg!pietro, platonic!cg!avengers (mainly auntie!nat), crying, soft toys, sippy cups, cuddles, kind of forced age regression but not really, angst with a fluffy ending, not proofread, don’t like don’t read.

Summary - when you haven’t regressed in a long time your fellow avengers help you, and you get a new caregiver.

Authors note - I’m not kidding, this has been in my drafts for 4 months and I completely forgot about it, reblogs are greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy<3

Translation - my love = moya lyubov', little rascal = nemnogo negodyay, baby bunny = zaychik

6 months.

It had been 6 months since you last regressed.

You knew because the last time you allowed yourself to enter your comforting headspace it was the night before you raided struckers hydra base looking for lokis sceptre, the night you met pietro.

You were the most unlikely pair but somehow you just worked in perfect harmony.

You didn't think your heart could beat so fast until you saw those bullets coming towards him, luckily steve had thrown his vibranium shield fast enough to block them from hitting him of the child that he stepped into save.

You had stuck around together alot after that he could always make you laugh when you were sad and he just got you, he was the perfect partner.

But you still felt like you had to keep your regression a secret from him, not to mention wanda.

The two of you got along quite well, it was a journey for to you trust her after all the things she made you re live in your mind but once you gor to know her you understood her perspective.

Everything was going very well except your secretive situation and you weren't the only one who was beginning to notice it.

Your fellow avengers were too.

Everyday they expected their little avenger to come down the stairs and see them but Everyday they had been disappointed and worried.

Everytime you got close to slipping one of the twins would come in and you would fight it off, they were beginning to get very worried.

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You were sitting on the sofa watching a show from back home on the ridiculously sized plasma screen that tony had bought for the common room.

Seriously, it was so big that you had to move the sofa back to see the graphics.

A few minutes later you were alerted to natasha coming down the stairs and coming to join you "morning nat" you smiled at her. "Good morning Y/N" she yawned sitting down beside you.

Looking towards you she could see the tension in your features, you looked so uncomfortable.

"Y/N can I ask you a question?" "Yeah okay"

"When was the last time you let yourself regress?"

Yep, you really didn't want that to be the question.

Looking forward you tried to ignore it hoping she would desist with the questions you knew it was a long shot but you figured maybe it would work.

It definitely didn't.

You were so on the edge with all of the questions you could feel yourself slipping each second "please tell me it's at least within the last month" "Tasha please" "the last two" she asked with desperation "tash please" the last three-" "Natasha!" You whined tears slipping down your face "Oh babes I'm sorry" she sighed embracing you gently.

"I didn't mean to make you upset I'm just worried about you" she said moving a stand of hair out of your eyes "I know" you whimpered into her shoulder

"sokovia" you heard her say quietly.

"What?" "Y/N please tell me you've regressed since sokovia." She said tenderly. You remained silent avoiding her eye, lying was never something you were good at.

"Oh honey" she sighed rubbing your arm gently “you know what, I don’t have anything to do today I can help if you want” “no” you mumbled you weren’t going to give in.

“Y/N is this because of pietro?” "no of course it's not" you exclaimed beginning to get frustrated moving up from your seat and storming back upstairs leaving Nat on the sofa alone.

“Oh Y/N” she sighed getting up and moving to the kitchenette where all the others were “we need to talk to the twins.”

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It had been a few hours since your outburst with Nat, you felt bad about it but at the same time if you regressed then you wouldn’t have been able to come out.

Moving back down the stairs you went looking for Natasha to apologise, you found her and the rest of your fellow avengers sitting in the main room surrounded by your little items and a children’s show playing in the background.

You tried to leave by steve picked you up and placed you on the sofa ignore your kicking.

“Y/N this is not healthy, you need to regress” bruce said sternly turning up the volume on the television slightly.

“But it’s-“ “nuh uh” tony said picking up your soft kitten toy and passing it to you “no arguing little one, you need to regress your regressing”

You had been battling your little mindset for 15 minutes before it took over you, god it felt lovely after so long.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled cuddling onto your soft toy and relaxing into the sofa looking at Nat “oh it’s okay lovely girl” she chuckled placing a kiss on the top of your head.

An hour and a half went by and you were very relaxed, you didn’t fully realise how much you missed it.

All of a sudden you heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs and you sat up and threw your toy to the side.

“Hey hey, what’s all this?” You heard Pietro’s sokovian tongue come towards you, you expected him to get confused and leave the room, but he stayed.

He placed a kiss to the top of your nose and lifted you up onto his hip signalling to Wanda to pick up your kitten.

“It’s okay moya lyubov', I’m staying” he whispered sitting down on the sofa with you laying against his chest “I’m staying”

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You had been little for a few days after that due to you being big for so long and pietro got the gist of things pretty quickly, the other avengers told him how you like things and Wanda had a go too in case she ever wanted to babysit you.

You were currently sat on your beanbag with a discarded colouring in book on your left and your soppy cup on your right.

You felt your eyes getting sore and tired completely exhausted “dada” you mumbled softly to pietro reaching over to the sofa “yes nemnogo negodyay?” “I’m tired”

“Let’s get you to bed then” he chuckled lifting you up on his hip, gently placing you down on the bed he pulled the thick duvet over you and passed youa soft toy.

“Have a nice sleep zaychik”

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my-owl-baby · 4 months

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Chapter Two; New Adventure

Previous chapter; The Lost Lady

Summary: After Dinner Y/n knew she would have to leave to do whatever, she needed to find away to get back home. Uhtred who asked her to come she accepted, the journey to there destination was met with a seer who reveals that Y/n has a secret.

Warnings: killing, mentioned of killing, child abuse, smoking, cussing and harsh language.

Words: 3,911

Taglist; @namelesslosers @dixie-elocin @cemetarybpys

Author note: sorry it took longer then I expected, writing block wasn't pretty have many draft of this chapter since I was very unsatisfied with it but I hope you all enjoy it <3

The sun soon was setting down, you were outside after supper taking a smoke for the day since so much had happened.

It did bother you and you knew something would bad happened if you didn't come along. Or are you just paranoid?

You didn't want to leave, especially the children you grew close too. But staying here wouldn't do you no good to get back to your timeline.

Would your parents be worried? You haven't texted them the last two months since you've been back.

"Lady Y/n?" You snapped out your thoughts looking at the man Uhtred, he passed you a small smile. You didn't though, just a small bow was enough to you.

"The food was delicious, better then I ever had in my life" he chuckled taking a drink of ale from his cup.

"I'm glad" you turn away taking another blow at your cigarette not trying to blow the smoke on the man.

He sat down next to you, still chugging his drink until there was no drop left.

"I thank your Abbess for letting us stay here for the night, it was kind of her even though we look like Danes" he said, you didn't say anything just nodded to his word as you smoke your cigarette.

It was silent for the last few minutes until you opened your mouth.

"So who's the king?"You asked, Uhtred was surprised you didn't know the king of Wessex. You didn't bother to ask, since your history wasn't that good in memory.

You only knew the basics, like timeliness the reasons for things happening and knowing people are greedy and ruthless.

"Alfred is the king of Wessex" he grumbled, telling by his voice he didn't take much found in the king.He wasn't your king, you don't surve no one here just yourself.

"Ah ok" you simply said, step on your cigarette picking it up to flick it somewhere else.

He saw you getting ready to leave, he didn't want you to go without speaking of the matter.

"Wait...I still have one more thing to ask you" He said to you, he stood up. You looked at him waiting for him to asked you what he wanted.

He hesitated, once he met your eyes. They were full of lifeless energy maybe because you were tired.

"You have to go, the king order...he would like to meet the person who saved the nunnery" He stood tall, you looked at Uhtred for a moment before nodding your head.

He took it as a yes, you walked inside the the nunnery.

Your lightly dose of sleep wasn't always good. You had nightmares of events that happened in your life, you weren't excited for those moments in your life.

But ever since you got here, most of your sleeps have been better. Was it because those things no longer exist in this time? Falling to sleep after a few toss and turns until your eyes grow heavy.

"Get up now." Your mother said harshly as she watch you on the ground coughing since she hit you hard on your stomach.

You catch all the air you could before you got up on your feet again. You picked up your wooden kanata that you held in your hands tightly.

"I don't want raise a weak child" she mumble getting in position once more. You did the same, shaking this time your body ache from all the hits you took in you didn't want to know how many bruises were made during this 'training'.

Your father looked from the sidelines, he was the same like your mother wanting you to be stronger then anything but you wanted to live your life to have friends, join in werid clubs.

Now you here trying to beat your mom in the Japanese sword arts. They were making you good at everything.

You fell on the ground again and again even after that, you mom didn't hold back once she would either finish you off with one or two hits three if you were lucky.

"Get up again!" She yelled grew tired of you falling down so much after a couple of hits. You had enough feeling your chest tighten by the emotions you held.

You burst out.

You came at your mother full speed yelling at her, she stopped, dodged you but she was surprised by your out burst.

Once again you fell to the ground, it didn't stop you to get up again.

"That's my girl come on" she smirk, getting in position, you didn't let her do that hitting her hands hardly as you could.

You made your first hit, you made your mother frustrated and back away.

Soon without a thought you felt something hit you again on your ribs.

You woke up gasping for air, you didn't expected that. You groaned laying back down yawning. Looking at the small window seeing it was still night time.

You felt the same pain on your ribs but it was a faintly pain that went away soon.

You stayed in bed wide awake, looking at the ceiling. The air was cold, making you shiver, looking at the small fireplace not lit anymore.

You cover yourself fully with another cover on top. You stayed there with your thoughts not wanting to start the day yet.

You laid there thinking about your dream, would your parents care or notice your gone? You burley had friends only Jon was caring and nice to you.

He understood what you went through, and stood by your side since the first day you both met each other.

You left your bed getting a cold glass of water would help, it always did. Sitting up making your way to the kitchen getting cold water near a ben of full water. You thought about drinking it until you realized your better off without it then getting sick.

You came down for nothing, you grew cold, you didn't have socks since they didn't provide any.

"Fucking hell" you mumble keeping the cover close to you as possible as you started to walk back to your room.

It was silent, you can hear bugs make their sounds between the walls. You hear your own breath, the hot breath from you mouth making it known every time you let out.

"Lady Y/n?" you jump a bit not seeing up head towards you, the voice didn't sound familiar not once. You stayed still now hearing foots steps walking towards you closely.

'Kick him in balls and run' you took a breath as you got ready to kick whoever ass was coming to you.

Once the moonlight shine on them, you realize it was one of Uhtred men. "Ah, it is you" He gave small light smile before he bow a bit.

Your body soften once you realize it was him. You return the bow to him. "I heard you curse, the walls are thiner then a cover" he chuckled, you tired to remember his name but nothing came up.

He took the cover off around him and handded it to you "here a lady like yourself shouldn't be cold" he mumble.

You looked at his hand then at him, shaking your head you couldn't accept it he was being way to kind to you and you burley know them man.

He dress like a monk, dirty brown hair eyes like the soft a clear pond where Lilly pads would flot on.

"It's...it's okay" he said, insisting too he could tell you were cold and he did have much use to the cold weather since he traveled with Uhtred.

"No...no" you mumble walking pass the monk, he stood there surprised you didn't take it he notice how cold you were and still wouldn't take it.

He turned to see your figure leave into the dark, he wonder what he did wrong as he sigh looking at the window to the moonlight sky.

In the morning you decide to cook breakfast for everyone using some of the meat from last night to make something quick.

You were cold shivering from top to bottom the fireplace burley helped you keep warm.

You place the food on the table now the sun was burley coming out, you sigh siting down tired from the nightmare you had from last night.

You were wearing your normal clothes, jeans, sweater, long sleeve and warm socks to help but burley did.

You had your tennis shoes, your gun behind you hiding from your shirt and sweater.

You stayed in your thoughts thinking if the decision you made was right.

"Lady Y/n" you jump a bit looking at whoever called you, it was Abbess, Anne. You gave her a light smile bowing your head lightly a bit.

"You are leaving aren't you" she took the hint from the way you dressed up, like the first time she met you but not covered in blood.

"I am" she pressed a smiled at her trying her best to keep together. She sat down next to you in her regular clothing even if it was clothes she weared a dress.

It was silent for a couple of minutes "I'll be back I promise" you stick out your pinky, she looked at you like you were doing something to her.

"It's a pinky promise" you started to explain to her, that it was something that people did where you were from if you wanted to keep a promise.

The lands where cold, riding on a horse for hours now it was killing your ass that for sure.

"Never road a horse before?" The Irishman said looking at you with a small smirk, you nodded fixing her saddle a bit.

"Not once, but I'm a quick learner so I'll get the hang of it" you mumble looking up ahead, only seeing the sun turn down a bit.

"We'll camp here, bloodhair should be near the village" Uhtred said, they started to set camp up. You stayed close to your horse that was given to you, sitting down on the cold ground near with your bag.

"Finan go check what's happening in the village" Uhtred order him, he glance at you watching you closely before he spoke again.

"Y/n, why don't you go with Finan as well" you looked at him then at the guy who spoke to you not that long ago. You nodded getting up putting your pocket knife near you.

"Shall we" he chuckled, the both of you continued to walk in the woods.

"God, it's in fire" he mumble, you heard running not far tapping Finan shoulder.

"Someone near" he stayed quiet listening, he looked around, pulling out his sword to prepare to kill any one.

Soon, a man fell on the ground. You yawned, tried from today long horse ride, and wanted to get things over with. Finan, on the other hand, pointed his sword at the man.

"Good evening to you" He said with a light smile. The man glance at you then at Finan who held the sword.

"Though I'm pointing a sword at you....I'm friend" he smiled putting the sword away, you looked at him like he was dumb 'all an act?' You shrugged it off.

"Habit" he chuckled notice no one was getting his friendly jokes so he sigh "come with us...then you can tell me all about your village" he said as all three of you started to head to camp.

You heard Finana grumble about something no one having no humor which made you half smile at his mutters.

You heard the man say that Danes came in and started to burn the place down, killing people left to right.

You felt pitty for the man, knowing he lost everything probably his family as well. Uhtred told his men to prepare to fight bloodhair men. "Do you use a sword lady?" You turned to see the same monk from last night.

You looked at him, his voice is gentle enough to like to hear all the time. "I Uh don't use a sword" you mumble, looking away from monk.

"Oh...I thought...you uh sorry" he turned away walking towards a group of men. You thought nothing of it as you continued sharpen your pocket knife.

You stayed in your on zone, not bothering no one time to time Finan would come by tell a joke or two maybe asking where you were from.

"Fucking cold out here" you mumble freezing cold as you hugged yourself, it was getting dark the man stayed feed and taken care of giving us information that was useless in your own ears.

"Why, don't we attack now?" One of Uhtred men suggested, you knew it was bad idea, remember what your caption told you when you suggested something like that.

"No use, they are ready prepare we attack when they won't expect it" your caption said, it was easy knowledge that time now this time, they probably are hungry to kill.

"No, we attack when they least expect it next morning they'll be tired from all the killing they have done" Uhtred spoke sure of himself, everyone followed and you found out Uhtred is wiser then other men if they actually want to live in battle.

"Y/n, what are you good at so you can be of use" he asked, you looked at him then at the other men.

"Bow and arrows, at front combat, distance combat and anything really" you shrugged, Uhtred looked at you impressed with a smirk at front.

"You'll make the first strike, anyway you would like" he said, he is sure you would get it done well.

Any man around you, looked at you with confusion mumbles started to go around saying how he could let a women like yourself take the first kill.

You took it as a sign to leave the area, get the rest of the information in the morning if needed. You sat down near a pound behind a tree, your horse stayed near with your things.

Now that your not at the nunnery surrounded by men, many men. Especially now that your back in time men would be much worser no...they still are the same.

You sigh, spinning around your pocket knife on the ground digging it's own hole. "Mmm...I have chips" you mumble grabing your bag pulling out a bag of chips that haven't been open.

"Ohh, I've been wanting you for awhile" you smiled to yourself, opening them and eating them.

You heard someone coming not even in your fourth chip in, you hid the bag behind you hoping they won't see it.

"Soup?" You saw a bowl of soup right infront of your face. Looking up seeing the same monk from before, you took it without thought.

"Thank you" you said, there was a spoon in the bowl poking out the soup.

"It's made by me, mushroom with a bit of bread as well" he said, held the bread near you taking that as well.

He sat there watching you eat the soup he made waiting for a reaction, it was food first time you had.

"It's good" you told him, he smiled to himself glad he could please you by his cooking.

"I'm Osferth, lady you can call me Osferth" he bow his head a bit towards you, you looked at him as you place the empty bowl on the ground.

You extended your hand out "I'm Y/n L/n just call me Y/n" he nodded looking at your hand before mocking you.

It was silent after that, you looked at the reflection of the moon on the pond. You continued to play with your pocket knife on the ground. Osferth watched you then looked away, every now and then.

"Y/n...there's covers would you like one" he got up on his feet, looking at you. You looked up at Osferth then looked away.

"No...I'll be fine" you mumble, he nodded sitting back down in the same spot.

You didn't know why Osferth is being so nice to you, you didn't even know his name until now.

"Other then Uhtred or Finan, you've been kinder to me" you said, it caught the baby monk off guard.

He looked away feeling his face heat up luckily it was dark "you're welcome...la- I mean Y/n" he struggled, did you have the poor monk in a spell to make him fall for you this much.

Is he interested in you? Every time he saw you he would find an excuse to talk to you like last night or in the evening.

You were too blind to see, maybe too much time in your own mind that you didn't notice Osferth watching you or struggle to talk to you.

You notice it now, so quick? You burley catch the eyes of men but men who are curious to know about such a quiet self kept women like yourself usually only want sex.

"Oye! Baby monk leave the lady alone" Finan yelled, getting the other men's attention. He glance at you, you didn't say anything only a small bow towards him.

"Good night Osferth" he heard your voice, maybe it was in his head but he enjoyed the quietness that you brought around yourself.

"Good night Y/n" he mumble only to himself, wishing you could hear him with that amount of volume of his voice.

Once Osferth left Finan came along laughing "Sorry for the baby monk, he bit of a shy man" he chuckled sitting down closer then what Osferth did.

"He's sweet, I wonder how he ended up here now" you said calmly, putting your knife on the ground next to you.

"He wanted to be a warrior, to fight" Finan said taking a drink of his ale. You didn't know anything of any of the men here not even Uhtred himself.

"Why is that?" You asked, more curious of the reason.

Finan did indeed take long to answer your question "well, he's the king bastard" he simply said.

"Bastard? Like someone the king dislikes?" You questioned further, you didn't know the king didn't like Osferth now you wonder even more.

All Finan did want laugh loudly "what are you on women" he chuckled taking another chug on his ale.

'Nothing what are you on of course' you sigh, still waiting for answer from the Irishman.

"He's the kings child, he had a child with another women who isn't his wife" he explained, he notice you listened closely to understand which you did get the meaning of the word.

"Your accent isn't like the others nor mines" Finan started a bit more calmer then joking around.

"Where are you from?" He asked, now he's the curious one in this conversation now. You didn't know what to say only shrugging was the best answer for you.

"It's hard to speak on that topic" you simply said, you made it sound like your own homeland was burn down which Finan guessed and decided not to push any further.

He continued to talk to you asking you simple things like food or if you ever drank before you both grew tired and fell asleep.

Next morning, you all got more close to the village. It wasn't a hard walk, Uhtred let you use a bow and arrow since you asked for one in the morning.

It wasn't hard to make the first move, you decided to climb up a tree near by the village a good view of the Danes so you can shoot them from a far.

"Here's my stop" you turned to Uhtred, he nodded giving you a small smile. You jump up from the tree without a problem.

"You seem to impress me the more I know you, lady" Finan said with a smile on his face, you only bow at his response before going even higher until you saw a good sight on the Danes.

Osferth was stun by your skills, he wonder what more you could do he wanted to know you but don't have the strength to tell you himself.

Now you waited until one of the men get near Osferth while Uhtred and his men get into their position. You watched them push Osferth to the open, and the baby monk began to walk to the Danes.

You got arrows ready aiming it to the nearest man, who is close to Osferth.

You waited, they got near Osferth one more step and they are dead. You let your arrow go, it went through the man head. Getting another one quickly shotting it at another man.

You only killed three by the time they were all dead, you started to make your way down the tree.

Once you made it near the church you saw a Dane leave, he walked passed you not knowledging your presence.

"Werid" you mumble, you had your knife ready to strike at him watching him leave the village.

You made sure you had everything near you, your bows, gun, knife and arrows before you went inside the church.

"Y/n" Osferth said getting your attention to the others once you step foot in the church, you only bow slightly not saying anything as you examine 'the holy home of God'.

"It is you who are my prisoner now, Uhtred" the random women said, tattoos on her face, messy hair, she dressed like a crazy women you'll see in horror movies.

"I'm glad your safe" You heard Osferth said to you, he passed you a light smile.

"Thank you, I'm glad you are as well" you mumble to him back, Osferth couldn't help but smile to himself as you said that to him.

"Y/n...seize her" Uhtred order, he glance at you, you were confused of the situation you walked into.

You only nodded as you came towards her grabing her arms putting them behind her back.

She looked at you with a smirk, she knew something that the rest of these men didn't know.

"Let go of me you bitch" she hiss only for you to roll your eyes at her keeping your grip tight.

"You wouldn't want me to spill your secret do you?" She threatened you. You didn't believe her as you continued to grab rope to tie her up.

"What is she talking about?" Finan said, you only glance at the Irishman man ignoring his question.

"Yes indeed what am I talking about, Y/n" she is starting to get on your nerves, they believe her to be a witch. You never believe in them not once.

"Shut your mouth, or I'll sew it up" you threatened her, she only laughed didn't believe you. You will do it to her if was necessary.

She continued to talk to Uhtred trying to get into his head "I have aligned myself with the three spinners of fate" she stated, you kept her away from Uhtred as she tried to get near him.

"Your path is the path i choose for you, Uhtred Ragnarson" she continued with her nonsense.

"And your spirit is mine to torment" the last thing she said, before Uhtred demanded her mouth to be shut and her eyes.

Sithtric helped you tie her up and shut her mouth, once Uhtred left her attention was only on you.

Looking at you with a smirk she knew you weren't from here, she knew your past, the reason why you are like this. She knows everything.

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danihow · 2 years

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So... what if...

Legolas x Elf!Fem!Reader Lord of the Rings

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: While babysitting Aragorn's child, Legolas enjoys the little .made up family moment with you, his love.

Warnings: Fluff, talks about having a family and getting married, female reader, that’s it.

A/N: This is pretty much another 5 month old draft that I'm throwing away for y'all, hope you all enjoy! Fun fact, i wrote this in like the three different perspectives without noticing and THE NIGHTMARE it was to fix it.

The sun was rising high upon the sky, the number of white and soft clouds floating around were easily counted with the fingers of a hand just, the birds chirping happily as the rays of sunlight entered untouched through the tall windows of the hall, beaming against the velvety light blue fabric of your dress, you, the elf who had just walked out of the library after helping Arwen with something she needed.

As for now your eyes wandered through every arched door the castle had opened, searching for your beloved elf, who the more you look the less seemed to appear around.

Maybe he had gone out to horse riding with Aragorn, she thought to herself, not trying to think how unlikely it would’ve been from him to go without asking her if she wanted to, because she loved horse riding the lands around Gondor.

"Miss Y/N, how has your day been?" A maid of the castle asked her as they met in the hallway, the maid carrying in her arms a big bunch of stuff for the gardener.

"It's been good, Marilla, thank you. Let me help you." She offered, taking the upper half of the stuff in her arms.

"But my lady..."

"Don't, I already know what you are going to say, but I will help you and you cannot change my mind." And with that she started walking again, urging the woman to follow her, her smile brightening up where she went.

A couple of minutes later of Y/N following Marilla around they end up at the royal gardens, where the now old gardener of the castle waited for the object, he asked for with a smile splattered on his face.

"Lady Y/N, since when are you around this lands?" He asked, taking everything out of her arms and putting it aside.

"Both Legolas and I came back from the south two days ago, our mission has already ended so we plan on staying for a little while." Her pearly smile as dashing as ever. "Have you seen him by chance?"

"Sure thing my lady, he is with Eldarion down in the town, he said something about exploring the market if I am not wrong." He announced, earning a nod from the elf as she waved the both of them goodbye and walked towards the huge doors of the castle, open for the villagers.

A few dozen of meters down the stone way the sweet smell of the flowers displayed in front of the flower shop mixed with the harsh burnt scent of worked iron filled her nostrils, her ears picking up on the bustle from the town along with some other details.

"Lady Y/N, is so good to see you around? You want some freshly baked bread?" An old woman that took Y/N in during the battle of Mordor smiled up to her, her wrinkly eyes holding on to the shine of all they'd seen in their long human life.

"I will come for some later, I'm not carrying coins with me right not."

"Sh, sh, later it will be stone hard, take it now, I know you'll pay me later honey, and I don't need the money either way."

"Are you sure ma'am?"

"I'm always sure, even when I sat there and cured you gashes, I've never not been sure of something I do." She says, wisely speaking but to the elf, the old lady was just cute, her hand gestures as she put the bread in a cloth, her facial expression as she spoke to her, just in the way the elf had seen her speak to her grandchildren. "Now go, honey."

"By the way, have you seen Legolas around?" She asks, taking the bread the woman shoved in her hands.

"I saw him walk around not that long ago."

"Thank you lots."

And just like that, the elf was onto walking again, thankful to have chosen a dress not too long to be draping and getting dirty on the dusty stone, just as she thanked the casual look it could hold as of not dragging that much attention towards her, her long elven braids and ears already being a giveaway.

After not much more than ten minutes you spot a head full of white braided hair, taller than the average humans that surrounded you, with light steps you approached him, his ears apparently picking up on your sneaking between the crown because before you could reach he turned, the toddler prince up his arms with an apple on his hands. "You didn't actually thought you could sneak up on me, right Y/N?" He said, a teasing in his voice as he smiled at her, her beauty under the sunlight being as stunning as he could ever remember.

"I had hopes I could, but I guess I was wrong."

"Next time take off the necklace I made you, it has this very peculiar clink, maybe it'll help."

"Lady Y/N!" Aragorn's son called out, his tiny body leaning towards the elven with his arms extended, just for her to hold him between her own, slender arms wrapping around him and bringing him closer, happiness in his blue orbs.

"Hi young prince, did Legolas took you out the castle to the market?" You voice instantly becoming more soothing, the tone it held reminding Legolas of fresh honey and the scent of newly blossomed lilies.

"Yes Y/N, we are having fun!" He said back, his bubbly voice putting a smile on both of their faces.

"Well, if I'm not wrong time is getting near to when you are very much supposed to take your reading classes with your professor, do you think we can start heading bit by bit up to the castle?"

"But slowly, I don't want to leave the town, not just yet." He says, a small pout on his lips just as she nods, eyes rolling jokingly.

"You love outside as much as your father, huh?" Putting him down to walk she took his hand, careful not to lose him as she looked up to Legolas with a shine in her eyes, immediately putting a smile on his face.

"Shall we head back Legolas?" She says, a soft smile on her lips as she appreciated his light colored eyes, warm spreading on her chest as she mirrors his look.

"Y/N, Legolas, let's go!" Eldarion said, pulling on her hand before grabbing Legolas' too.

"I think someone wants us to, my love." Legolas chuckles, both elves starting to walk all the way up to the castle, doing occasional stops to buy with Legolas' money some stuff either his partner or the prince liked, also paying the old lady for the bread as you passed her bakery.

"And off you go, until supper Eldarion." She says, hand brushing his soft light brown locks off his eyes before he ran to Arwen, who was read to take him to his classes.

"I really liked today, but I didn't knew human children were so energetic." Legolas muttered under his breath as he watched Eldarion go, turning towards the elven and smiling warmly at her.

"I've heard they can be quite a handful sometimes, but it is not like this one is all human." She says back, hand intertwining in his as them both turn to continue walking their own way around.

"Meleth nin?" He called after some moments of silence, eyes upfront, taking in the blue colors of the sky.

"Yes?" She answered, mesmerized by a few birds that could be heard.

"Want to seat by the trees on the back gardens?" He offers, his thumb rubbing circles against the back of her hand in a loving manner.

"Of course, my love." She answered, using the two words that always got Legolas ears to shine in precious rose tones.

A quite enjoyable breeze that announced the end of spring nearing blew through them, both of their long hairs moving with the wind, Y/N's cheeks feeling relieved by the coldness it still held, just as the sound of it thought the tree branches and the flowers, a fond calmness around it as the two sat next to the other, head on his shoulder as they both stay silent, enjoying the bit of nature the castle had, staying there for around half an hour, maybe even 45 minutes, just appreciating the presence of the other, her eyes fixated on the sky and his closed, concentrated on the sounds his ears could pick up on.

"Y/N?" He whispers, hand finding her pinky fingers, playing with the metal band that adorned it, later leaving loving caresses on the creases of her palm, eyes slowly opening up to look at her who rested on his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"I have been thinking for quite some time now..." He started, his nails drawing flowers on her fingertips. "What if... we had our own little family?"

"A family?" She asks, slightly straightening to look at him, gaze meeting his, noting the way his eyes held a bit of worry hidden behind the want he felt. "Like... children of our own?"

"I'm not saying right now, we are only a bit more than half a century into our relationship and still have quite the time ahead, but after all that has happened in the last decade or so, actually, ever since Smaug and all that, we've seen so many people come and go, I can't help but think of the fact that maybe, just maybe, we don't have that much time as we think we do." He drifts off, looking down to their hands together. "So, only if you want, maybe we can start to settle down a bit, get married in a couple of springs and try to have our own little elven family. What do you think Meleth nin?"

"I... think we are ready" She answers, smiling a bit. "...and even if I hadn't thought about what you said before, the whole losing each other bit, you hold some truth to your words." Words start coming out of her mouth but Legolas notices how her brain is somewhere else, the gears in spinning, short images of her and him married, with one or maybe even two elflings running around what they'd call home don't looking like such a bad idea, the two had started dating around half a decade after the battle in the mountain, a bit above sixty years from this very moment, they've both grown into their own type of love and watched it blossom to the stable relationship you two hold now.

"So..." He starts patiently, hand sneaking to put a bit of hair behind your ear delicately, trying not to touch them too harshly, eyes centered on his live as he saw her wandering around her future words.

"I'd very much like to have a family with you, Legolas, not now, as you say, but in the near future, a little you or a little me running around sounds cute enough for me to like it." She says, nodding and smiling widely, mirroring the grin in his beautiful face, his blue eyes beaming with happiness in his next words.

"Oh, love, we have all the time you need." He says, leaning to kiss her forehead lovingly before returning to their comfortable silence.

This is a work of fiction, people mentioned or involved are actual human beings and none of this work is based on actual facts over the celebrities mentioned nor is intented to portray them in a realistic way.

Some themes are not factually acurate, any problem detected on the information given may be comunicated to me via DM.

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Hi! I've been reading things from your blog for a couple months now, and I've always wanted to request a certain scenario that tickles my brain just right. But, I don't know if you're comfortable with it or not. I just went through your rules and I'm not for sure, but if you want to decline this request then that's okay! I understand :)

I've been wondering how BTS would react of they spontaneously just decided to adopt a kid, around 14 years old but looks much older. Like, she looks 17. She has an attitude that's a little too firey and she curses worse than a sailor. She had a rough past and she can act mature and nice when she wants to, but she usually chooses not to. She's more reserved and maybe some of her violent wants are a little questionable, but she never acts on them? (She low-key needs therapy but refuses to go cause she's stubborn)

Sorry if this is super personalized and specific but I had some things happen when I was 14 and that's how I acted afterwards, and I just want to know how your amazing mind would put this together!

Again, you don't have to do this so please don't hesitate to tell me if you're uncomfortable with it! I love your work and your sexy brain for making these! ❤️

Hello! 🫶🏻 I’m not sure if you saw in the “about me/rules/about the blog” post, but I mentioned that this account was just for funsies and that I wouldn’t be taking requests. If you happened to overlook it, please let me know so I can try and make it more noticeable for anyone who comes along in the future! <3 I’ve actually had a post drafted for a month that I’ve been meaning to post where I reiterate that I don’t take requests and explain why, but I keep forgetting to do it.

Even if I was accepting requests, I don’t really feel comfortable writing something like what you’ve described. I don’t write things about pregnancy, adoption, having kids, trauma, mental disorders, swearing etc. (I don’t swear, so my works reflect that)

I know you said it was okay if I said no (and you were so sweet too aaaa) but I’m sorry 😭 I also just kinda wanted to explain why I’m saying no. Thank you for taking the time to leave this ask though, and thank you for reading my stuff and enjoy it!! 🖤💜 I wanna share more of my BTS stuff here, as I’ve got 3 books worth of imagines over on Wattpad that I hope to go through and share here in the future

#chats with lila

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gaycrouton · 1 year

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She was older than her big sister.

When the Scully children were very little and their dad was trying his hardest to climb the ladder at work, their family often had to scrape by on next-to-nothing to survive. Military benefits could only go so far, so Maggie Scully had to get creative to make things work. One of her favorite examples of this that she would tell years later, was the Christmas they couldn't afford to get Melissa the auburn-haired Chatty Cathy doll she'd asked Santa for, but a few months later, Maggie gave her a red-headed baby sister instead.

According to the stories their extended family always re-told during the holidays, Melissa liked to act as if Dana was her baby instead of Maggie's. Anytime Dana cried or needed to be fed, Melissa would rush over and try to help. As a toddler, she couldn't do much, but Melissa would see to it that her sister was taken care of.

Dana didn't remember this time in her life, but she saw the photo albums that had page upon page of her as an infant attached to Melissa's side. Her favorite was one of Missy pushing her around in the very same stroller she'd been in only two years prior, peeking her face around the bassinet to check on the infant with a gummy smile.

One of Dana's earliest memories involved the waxy smell of cheap lipstick and the sensation of Melissa tugging an eyeshadow applicator across her eyelids. She remembered how the cool porcelain of the sink felt against the bottoms of her feet and the sound of Melissa mumbling her way through the lyrics of American Pie. She could never remember what she looked like after the makeover— she could only recall the expression of pride on Melissa's face in the reflection of the mirror.

Melissa was the model of everything Scully wanted to be; the promise of what the future had to offer represented through her older sister. Everything Missy did, Dana wanted to replicate. While Melissa was outgoing and funny, Dana felt shy and awkward, her sister's effortlessly charismatic, carefree nature always managed to leave Dana in awe.

For years when she was still very young, whenever Missy was gone and Dana was left alone in their shared room, she had a routine. She'd carefully go over to the door and lock it, something her mother never wanted them to do, before going into the closet and pulling out Melissa's First Communion outfit. The dress sagged limply on her body and she had to hold the ends to keep them from dragging, but in those moments, Dana felt powerful. She felt like Melissa. With as much grace as a child could muster, she'd strut along the floor, trying to walk in the imaginary path her sister had laid before her. All the while, leaving little trails in the carpet from where she struggled to find her footing in her sister's pretty white shoes that were a few sizes too big.

When Melissa became a teen, Dana's rapt admiration for her turned from a compliment to a nuisance. Her desire to imitate the sister she adored now resulted in taunts of "copy cat, copy cat, copy cat!" She remembered vividly crying into her mother's arms because Missy didn't want Dana to hang around her and her friends. Barbies were swapped for Teen Beat, childhood innocence morphed into teen angst, and suddenly Melissa was kissing the boys she'd spent years beating up. After a while, Dana began playing with Charlie until it was his turn to wonder why his sister didn't want to play anymore.

While Missy rebelled against authority in her teen years, Dana rebelled against anything Missy did. When Melissa pushed her away, she fell outside the confines of her sister's shadow for the first time and was blinded by the possibilities of who she could be, and suddenly, she desired to be everything Melissa wasn't. She never talked back to her parents or teachers, she excelled in school and extracurriculars, and she tried her very best to be what she thought was expected of her.

But despite their differing approaches to the world, they were fundamentally similar. Their shared DNA made them opposite sides of the same coin, and even if she didn't always take her advice, Dana always knew she could turn to her sister when she needed her. When she drunkenly admitted that during winter break from her first semester of medical school, Melissa anointed herself with the position of being Dana's 'Guardian Angel.'

Although she rolled her eyes at the time, Scully sometimes felt it was true. Missy was the one who gave her advice on how she could break up with Daniel, she was the one who helped her tell her parents she was pursuing a career with the FBI, and Dana could feel her pulling her back to life after her abduction.

It seemed like it was always that way. She'd ask Melissa for life advice when trying to make a decision whereas Melissa sought Dana's opinion on something that she'd already done. Melissa spent all her time nurturing things to life: her plants, relationships, the kids she tended to over the years — it seemed everything she came in contact with bloomed because of her. Dana dissected the dead. She examined the past to better understand the present. Predicting the future wasn't her strong suit, and she'd never understand how Missy and Mom seemed to have this uncanny ability to sense things that were going to happen.

Melissa called it intuition, her mom called it 'motherly instinct', but Scully only had her gut to rely on. Melissa said it was her own fault for being skeptical, and that she 'wasn't listening to the signs'. Dana tried, she really did, but it was hard for her. It felt like no matter how much she wished to have their instinct, the pathologist in her needed to see things play out before making a conclusion.

She really wished she would have known Melissa's 33rd birthday would be her last.

"Do you know how great of a number thirty-three is, Dana?" she'd asked around a mouthful of chocolate ice cream they'd gotten from the corner store.

"No, but I have a feeling you're about to tell me," Dana deadpanned.

"You're correct," she teased. "Thirty-three is considered a master number. It's connected to the energies of compassion, blessings, divine inspiration, honesty, discipline, bravery and courage. Thirty-three is associated with the knowledge that 'all things are possible'. It also is a number of guidance, an angel number with high frequencies."

"Oh wow," Scully replied noncommittally, focusing on scraping the last bits of her Ben and Jerry's from the carton.

"According to Al-Ghazali the dwellers of Heaven will exist eternally in a state of being age 33," Melissa stated.

"It's also how old Jesus was when he died on the cross," Dana offered, taking a sip of wine.

"That makes sense. In numerology, 33 is all about new beginnings and divine intervention," Melissa explained, getting enthusiastic like Mulder did when he worked himself up.

"How many new beginnings will this make for you now?" Dana teased. "Seven? Not counting your excursion down the Pacific Coast?"

"On my resume, I refer to those as opportunities to expand my horizons and broaden my skillsets," Melissa countered, failing to hide her smile.

"Well then," Dana chuckled, grabbing her wine glass to salute her sister. "To new beginnings."

A few weeks later, Melissa was murdered in cold blood.

For once, she walked a path destined for Dana, and it killed her.

When Dana turned 33, she was prepared to follow her sister again, one last time. After being diagnosed with terminal cancer just a few weeks prior, she couldn't help but imagine what her tombstone would look like next to Melissa's, what someone would think when they did the math on the birth and death dates.

Copy cat, copy cat, copy cat.

Her mother said she couldn't handle purchasing headstones for both of her daughters in such a short timeframe, so Scully organized a lot of the details. "Loving sister and daughter" felt too simple, but when she picked up the phone to get Melissa's opinion…

Dana liked it better when her Guardian Angel could speak.

Sometimes Mulder said things that made her think of Melissa. He wasn't necessarily into the new age stuff she was, but even so, he occasionally gave her deja vu.

"Thirty-four is a great number, ya know?' he told her one day, unprompted. No keychain this year, but the thirty-four Snoballs sitting on their desk were still very thoughtful.

"Really?" she replied, picking up a set of the pink coconut balls and working the plastic wrap covering them.

"It's said 34 symbolizes new journeys and new, unexplored paths," he replied.

Flashes of her early birthday 'journey' to Maine came to her and she had to resist the urge to cringe. "Is this your way of telling me you have a case?" she asked before taking a bite of her Snoball.

"After last year, I figure you deserve to enjoy a birthday sans-governmental conspiracy," Mulder teased. Then, sombering in a way she wasn't used to, he said, "Besides, I'm… I'm really glad you made it to see 34, Scully."

Seeing as 33 was plagued with cancer scares, she knew exactly what he meant. "Me too."

It wasn't until later that night that she realized Melissa was still 33.

She was now older than her big sister. Every year from here on out, while she gained another candle on her birthday cake, Melissa would remain eternally 33.

After so many years of hearing the details of Melissa's exploits, she felt like she'd come to the end of Melissa's guidebook. The blueprint had run off the page and she wasn't done yet.

When Melissa gave her rides to school, she'd always given tips and tricks about how to drive, so that by the time Dana was behind a wheel, everyone called her a natural. The night after her 21st birthday, she didn't have a hangover like the rest of her friends did, because Melissa had given her advice on how to prevent it. Melissa was uninhibited in her exploration of the world, and equally as generous with sharing what she thought. Now Dana could only repay her by sharing stories about things Melissa would never experience to a slab of granite.

Melissa never knew the horrific way a mother's loss can sound like suffocation. How impossible it was to get that sound out of your head.

Melissa never knew how hard it was to write a eulogy for a sibling, or how hard it was to resist copying her one last time by climbing down the hole with her.

Melissa never knew what it was like to be 34.

#dana scully #melissa scully #x files #character death #grief #angst #fanfic #x files fanfic #scully

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clairelsonao3 · 9 months

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Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thank you to @winterandwords for tagging me in this one! I love Q&As, I don't care what the questions are!

1. What motivates you to write?

The pursuit of fame and fortune.

Just kidding. No, in all honesty, there was a time when I was obsessed with writing for the market. I still want to make money with my fiction someday, I'm not gonna lie. But actually, it's always been about telling stories that I know no one else will tell and that need to be told. If I'm that invested in a story, nothing will stop me from finishing it.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This is the last section of the opening chapter of The Adored. And it's going to get changed, so don't get too attached. But the gist of it has stayed through all drafts:

CW: Mention of teen females (consensually?) groping a teen male:

Hell, before this year, he’d never left the state of Minnesota. He and Afton didn’t eat pie on a boat on their first date, either. They didn’t even have a first date. But he’s let the world believe it, along with a million other lies that look pretty under pastel filters and amazing in 200 characters or less. Lies that dance center stage, that come alive under the lights. The lies are Afton’s truth. Thayer’s truth. Social media’s truth.

But they aren’t ours. Micah's and my truth is different. It’s underground, rotting in basements and prison cells, and all the dark places he still prays never to have to go back to. It’s about the night I saw Afton with a man in a dark Jaguar that turns Micah pale when he sees it, about the chains that still choke his heart and soul. It’s the jagged puzzle whose pieces he relied on me to put together, then told me never to reveal — the whats, but not the whys.

It’s why we’re really quitting.

But there’s one last truth. It’s what he’s trusting me to find. Me, the gawky giraffe in borrowed Balenciaga, with a bass she can barely play. The blurry face in the background. The tacked-on name at the bottom of the story. Bandmate Isley Nash.

I want to ask him, why me?

But before I can, it’s over. He throws himself backward off the stage. His body arches through space like a supernova. This is the moment they’ve been waiting for. They caress him, groping his hair, his legs, his junk. His eyes close. He’s lost. He’s theirs. For them, there’s only tonight.

And unless I find that truth, tonight is all there will ever be.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Micah (see above) is a reluctant teen rock star, a defiant rebel, a deadpan snarker, a (probable) murder victim, and my OG sad boi, so I'm always going to go with him.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Editing. Drafting is trying to make something out of nothing, which is torture. Editing, meanwhile, is sculpting something you create (which is almost always terrible to start off with) into something good, which is fun and fulfilling. I will vomit unreadable, ungrammatical crap onto the page just so there's something there to edit when I go back. For me, that's where 99% of the real work of writing gets done.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialogue! I think my dialogue is often funny and entertaining. Can I say that? I'm saying that.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Getting tagged to fill out Q&As like this and ramble about myself ad nauseum! No, seriously, the community I've found on Tumblr has amazingly changed my life in the best way -- and I've really only been here a few months! Here, I've found talented writers, engaged readers, and all-around wonderful human beings, who do not only NOT judge me for my bizarre tastes, but in many cases actually share them. Finding a community like that is rare enough in the internet hellscape where we often find ourselves, let alone IRL, and I will be grateful for it always.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I've reluctantly come around to Grammarly, even though I snobbishly thought I didn't need it. Oh, and chatGPT. No, I'm kidding. I have tried it out, though. (Haven't we all?)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

CW for discussing slavery in a clinical, dispassionate way (IDK, might be a trigger for some).

I've long thought you can't really understand or write about slavery without understanding the basic economics behind it, whether historically or in a fictional context. In most fiction with institutionalized slavery, it's either completely controlled by a dystopian government or by one single, massive company. To me, neither seemed realistic, and I think this is where this world differs from other related ones. In the world of GSNBTR, slavery is like any other sector under capitalism: it's multiple businesses of various sizes and with different niches competing against each other for customers, while being regulated (relatively lightly) by the government (as lobbied for by special interests, of course). And that also means thinking hard about the kinds of roles slaves would be likely to fill in a modern society built on that system, where they come from (likely many different places), who would own, trade, and manage them (whether government, corporations, or individuals) and how they would be likely to be used -- ie., it's not just domestic servants and sex workers, in fact, those are likely the minority of slaves. The majority are fast-food workers, landscapers, cleaners, dishwashers, farmworkers, general laborers, etc. etc. I suspect some are also used in the entertainment industry in some capacity (i.e. some actors/musicians/athletes are literally owned by movie studies/record companies/sports leagues), but I haven't really puzzled this out in detail. This stuff isn't necessarily fun to think about, but it's a must in a story like this, and I definitely did spend a lot of time thinking about it.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Are you writing what you really want to write? Always write what you want, not what you think you should. And if you can't write just for yourself, write for just one person. The rest of your audience will come naturally.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I have to of course start with the talented writers whose work was so amazing it drew me in and got me to stay: @little-peril-stories @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

And then, to my astonishment, they reached out to support me and my own work, at times in ways far beyond anything I ever could have imagined. 💕

And then! On various levels, I've been lucky enough to know and interact with @i-can-even-burn-salad @whither-wander-whump @rickie-the-storyteller @mysticstarlightduck @painful-pooch @tabswrites @burntcoffeewhump, and @winterandwords!

And there are so many more great folks that I'm only just starting to discover, such as the following I'll gently tag (as well as OPEN TAG for anyone I mentioned above -- since you're already here, after all -- and anyone else reading this! 😂)

@romanceandshenanigans @digital-chance

#tag game #q&a #my writing #writeblr #wip: the adored #gsnbtr

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tallyanimatez · 11 months

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Writer's block is hitting so hard but feathers au brain rot o(-(

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"I need this and that"

"What about giving me a discount? I'll buy ropes too."

"Do you have anymore of these herbs?"

"I would like 5 cans of tuna please."

After a long day bargain, you finally got what you needed. Some mechanical parts and ropes to construct new items, herbs to brew potions and...tuna for Grim. You don't know why he loves tuna like an average street cat would, but it surely is the only way of making him stay focused on the goal he's designed to: Win the race. But no one ever took him seriously because of his size, making it ever so satisfying to see them be flabbergasted when the "great" Grim snatches the cup.

Even though you are lost in the thought of imagining the faces of those racers, it didn't take long for you to realize some of your goods were missing

Odd. You thought

As you scan your surroundings to spot a suspicious hyena beastman holding on something. Crowley can call you crazy but you were sure that the hyena beastman was holding their medical herbs along with the bandages you bought for yourself incase of emergencies and tuna that was meant for Grim. Wasting no idle thoughts, you silently tracked him down to ask for your stuff back nicely.

You are aware that beastmen aren't treated any better than people who were born without wings.

But they still have more freedom than normal humans do...

So...They can't be treated with the same empathy.

What felt like 3 hours of tracking down that beastman, you arrived at a slum. You didn't want to enter it as you were afraid of any avian guards, but there was none around here so it was safe...well almost...

You took off your artificial wings and hide them along with your belongings in a ditch near there, you sprayed it with a potion that removes scent to make sure no dam curious avian or beastmen would steal it again. Proceeding to spray yourself with the same potion and drape your cloak over your head, you entered the slum. You knew it would be too weird for an avian to visit a slum, let alone just 1 avian, so a beastman disguise was needed.

Following his tracks, you saw the beastman that robbed you giving those goods to...an elderly? You were flabbergasted with what you just witnessed...only to shake off the surprise with determination to ask for your items back.

"'Scuse me, can I have my goods back?"

The moment you made yourself known, the hyena froze in place while the elder one looked confused. The elder hyena looked at the younger one with suspicious eyes before handing the goods without hesitation to you, leaving you staring for a little bit before hesitantly taking it.

"Ruggie...What did your grandma tell you about stealing?"

The younger hyena, whose name you just learned was Ruggie, has his ears flattened as if he's upset. You look back at your items then look back to what people call "family". Without much thought, you walked over to the boy and handed over some of your bandages and a few cans of tuna.

...He looked at you as if anticipating for you to say something.

"Just take it." You deadpanned.

Ruggie just stared at you for a few more minutes before taking the goods you handed over. The moment he took those, you made a 180 degree turn and speed walked out of the slums. Your ears might have failed you since you definitely did not hear someone saying wait up as you're trying to run away.

Maybe you shouldn't have been so hasty about it when your life was on the line...

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Author's note: So fun fact...this draft was in my tumblr for 4 months eheheheheh... don't murder me please 🚪🏃💨

#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst x reader #ruggie twisted wonderland #twst ruggie #twisted wonderland ruggie #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst au #feathers au #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #twst x you #twst x y/n

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ivoncu · 1 year

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— 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. s. izumi

— SYPNOSIS You met Izumi out on a bicycle ride all by himself late at night, but why are you there too?

CONTENT fluff, late night talk i suppose + tw for izumi sena

( n ) — note this has been inside my drafts for so long. sorry if there's any mistakes, i didnt proofread this...

The day has fallen, and rises the night—you adore nights like these, right?

Well, you can't just like it anymore... These past few days, the nights only reminds you of the never ending work that awaits you tomorrow.

You really want a break.

The bright full moon shined upon you in the ground, walking along the tracks that'll lead you back home. Oh, it's super late and you just got off work... You don't even know what time it is, but you're sure that it's super late.

You sighed, wishing you could just take a whole month off right now.

And as you walk, you passed by the park near your home. The moonlight shining down onto the park made you stop completely to bask in the beauty. You look to your left and saw a bench.

You sat down on it and silently took in the scene, breathing in the refreshing night air as the wind breezes against you, it's so peaceful. You're now reminded on why you love the night so much.

And from the corner of your eyes, you saw a figure on a bicycle, riding along the trailways. The silhouette was getting bigger, and soon pass by you.

Your eyes widen in shock, that guy looks familiar? He was wearing a coat and a scarf for the cold night, and he had silver hair?

That guy is... Izumi?

Izumi's bike kept on moving until he stopped it himself. He turns to look at you—clearly as shocked as you are right now to be meeting each other.

"Hold on...?! What are you doing here?" He asks, albeit loudly. "You do realize that being alone at nights like these are dangerous?! What if someone robbed or even worst; kidnapped you?!" He nags, not even caring just how loud he's being right now.

"Yes, yes, I know... But I just got off work. Wanted to get my mind off things, y'know?" You said, smiling sheepishly at him. "Well, what're you doing here?" You ask, turning the topic to him.

"I suppose it's the same thing for me—to get things off my mind." He said, sitting down beside you.

You two sat down in silence, stargazing as you bask in the night breeze once again.

"So, what happened to you, Sena?" You ask, trying to strike a conversation with him.

"Urgh, you don't get it! Ou-sama and Naru have been so annoying these past few days, it kinda got under my skin."

"You probably think that everybody's annoying."

"Hmph, how dare you color me as a hateful person—I'm not! It's not my fault that they're all so annoying."

"Yes, yes, whatever." You replied, chuckling lightly. This guy so annoying. No wonder why Makoto doesn't like him. But he's annoyingly cute, you suppose.

He soon started ranting about things that he finds bothersome to you. You chimed in once or twice if you relate to some things which he finds bothersome (which isn't exactly a lot). But it's nice to know that he trusts you so much to the point where he could rant to you, you suppose. Or does he do this with everyone who'd even listen to a word he says...?

Time past by quicker when you're doing something to enjoy. Izumi looked at the hand watch he has and was shocked to find that it was already 2 in the morning.

"Ah, it's that late already? I'll go back home now." You said, getting up from your seat after you saw what the time is on his watch.

"No! I'll walk you home. I'd feel guilty if something happens to you on your way home."

"Haha, you're a nice person, Sena."

"Of course I am. But don't get the wrong idea. I'm doing this because I'm obligated to, okay? I'm not doing this because I like you or anything." He said, cheeks suddenly dusted with pink hues as he glares at you.

"Sure."

"And it's 2 am! If I don't— something might bound to happen, so I'm just walking you home for your own safety!"

"Right. Thank you for doing so, Sena." You thanked, nonchalant to his attempts to make it sound like he doesn't like you.

"Then get on the bike." He said, patting the back side of the bike before getting on it himself.

"Huh? You're seriously gonna let me ride your bike? Wow!"

"Nevermind, don't. Just walk on your own feet."

"Sena! You wouldn't let your dearest hurt their feet while walking, right? Sena, you're a monster..." You faked a tear, playfully sobbing at his statement.

"You're so annoying." He rolled his eyes, a smile crawling up his lips. But soon he sighed, "fine," Escaped his lips.

"Get on before I change my mind."

#ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #izumi sena x reader #izumi sena #enstars #ensemble stars

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skjeinon · 2 years

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blue shirts - brady skjei

brady skjei x reader

warnings: smut!! use of “princess” a lot. cursing and big brothers best friend. over all mostly a cute fic, unprotected sex and a lot of praise

word count: 6700

summary: circa 2017, jimmy veseys little sister comes to visit him in new york for a week, having to stay in brady’s room due to the fact that ideally he has the biggest one. kevin hayes can cook, that’s important. (watch the kevin, jimmy and brady part of the winter classic video linked here, it helps stuff make so much sense)

my flight had been delayed 3 times due to snow in new york and i was just praying that it would clear sooner rather than later so my trip to see my brother hadn’t been cut any shorter.

growing up, me and jimmy didn’t get along the best but after he graduated, it was like a flip was switched and we were best friends, and the moment he was drafted to the new york rangers, i knew i’d have a ball when visiting him in the big apple.

i moved out west for college, never getting to play hockey on my own time, meaning him and i had our average 1 on 1 playing outing when we were together and then he’d show me every fancy restaurant he’d go to with his friends and so on, but just after his first few months settling into new york, he had moved in with one of his guys on the team.. then with another.

i had to admit, i was proud of him for being grown up and renting some really nice apartment to live in with his best friends, proof that he was successful as a hockey player and that he was finally making big boy purchases but god was it awful just the first time to go and stay with him at the first apartment.

this would be my first time staying in the apartment with him, kevin hayes and brady skjei.

the flight had finally been no longer delayed and i was told that the games for the next day or so would be cancelled meaning the moment jimmy picked me up, it was brother sister bonding time, stopping at the local corner store, getting food for us and the boys before we drove back home. the streets definitely weren’t empty, but driving in the snow was a lot easier when there was less people crowding the roads.

we had gotten to the apartment but before we had gotten out jimmys voice pierced my thoughts

“hey, put on a jacket before you get out. you’ll be cold walking upstairs and getting your bags.” he reached behind his seat, aimlessly grabbing one before letting me pull it over my frame, opening the door to his car. walking out i shivered, noting what he told me and walking with him into the building.

“staying safe jimmy?” the man at the front desk asked him.

“as always.” he smiled as we walked to the elevator. i leaned against his shoulder as we finally got to the apartment with a duffle bag, backpack, and plastic bag in hand.

“IM BACK” he yelled, his voice bounced off the walls as we heard two pairs of footsteps bound down the stairs.

“god damn, you guys are quick.”

“i’m hungry! you promised food!” kevin threw his hands up in defeat before brady had even said anything. his eyes were on me, and i got a little scared as he walked over to me, his frame towering over my own.

“hey, that’s my jacket.” he spoke, pointing at the hoodie i was practically drowning in.

“okay? i get no hi or hello?“ i squinted at him, shrugging and shaking my head a little.

“hi, hello y/n, you’re wearing my jacket. i just wanted to inform you.”

“your best-“

“hey! stop it you two. eat your damn food.”

and i looked up at jimmy who had snapped at us, literally and metaphorically, his hand reached out to snap before he pointed at the food.

something i hadn’t mentioned about brady is that there was some weird tension between us. i don’t know if he just saw me as innocent and stupid or if he just didn’t like me, or maybe i just don’t like him.. either way, he’s never been necessarily super nice to me, which is so weird cause he’s the nicest person i know. he’s always seemed jealous when i’m around chris or mika and he never just seems the same as he does with jimmy and what i know of, kevin.

me and jimmy sat next to each other, my eyes dragging on brady as we ate, and it was slow and agonizing to just sit there and stare holes into each other until i could finally get up and go grab my stuff from the car.

i walked out and jimmy sent brady after me to help, saying “i need to clean up.” and brady could feel his whole body roll its eyes.

brady threw on his jacket and chased after me, seeing me outside as snow began to fall again.

he walked out, seeing me standing at the back of jimmy’s car, with the trunk opened.

“hey, let me grab your bag.” he shouted, jogging over to me to see how the snow had began to fall, covering my hair and the shoulders of the hoodie i was wearing.

“no it’s fine i got it.” i hummed.

“if you don’t let me grab the damn bag your brother is gonna be upset.”

i stood there for a moment before i reluctantly handed him the bag. the two of us stepped back as i pulled the trunk shut, walking with him back inside.

the elevator ride up was uncomfortable.. we stood in silence but close to one another, trying to gain warmth without touching.

“you’re from massachusetts, whyre you so cold?” he asked, looking down at me, a shiver coming over me.

“well i’ve been living in california for nearly three years now, i got used to the weather..” i sounded defensive, almost snapping at him when i said it.

he felt guilty for not remembering, but at the same time, he tried his hardest to forget you everytime you’d go back out west.

when stepping out of the elevator, we walked back to the apartment and stepped inside, pulling off our shoes, as they were wet from the snow and pulling off the jackets we both wore, him taking his own back from my hands as i took it off.

“i uh, i think you’re staying in my room while you’re here. i have a couch i can sleep on, you’ll stay in my bed.” brady said, walking with my bag to the staircase, speaking as i went to walk over to my brother.

“okay, thank you.” i smiled at him.

“oh wow.. i didn’t think me making him get your bags would actually work.” jimmys voice flooded my thoughts.

“shut up, jimmy.”

once i had been shown around the apartment, properly introduced to kevin, and shown where i’d sleep, i was quietly getting settled in the dark side room off of brady’s bed room.

“yknow this may be a fire hazard.” i said to him, through the door.

“i know!” he let out a laugh through a short cry, setting up a bed area on the large couch in the main part of his bedroom. i shut the door for a moment, changing into some more comfortable clothes. pajama pants and a hoodie from the college i go to, and i walked out, seeing him laying on the couch, sprawled out like a child.

“are you sure you’re comfortable ?” i asked, his eyes moving up to meet mine.

“yeah, i’m all good.” he had a small smile on his face. i could feel the way his eyes were dragging on me, staring at the change of clothing. i wondered what thoughts flooded his big dumb head as i nodded, walking to go downstairs to the living room again.

sitting there, i talked with jimmy about plans for the week, telling me that he had gotten me tickets to come see the games.

“we’re home all week, since our away game yesterday was cancelled. i dont know what’s going to be open , but i know things will definitely start to be open again tomorrow because .. it’s new york and places never close.”

we talked, writing down an itinerary, and while we talked, i took a picture of him, tagging him on my instagram story.

the boys had a pretty active fanbase, especially brady, and i just knew people would go crazy seeing me back with jimmy, knowing jimmy was living in the same apartment with brady.

that night, i had gotten a text from chris who hadn’t talked to me in a while but last time he did i felt my heart almost implode. something about him was that he was charming, kind, humble and funny, he was from massachusetts, could speak a billion languages and i could feel myself weak in the knees when i spoke to him. i was sitting upstairs on the couch when i got it and my face lit up, smiling as i texted him back.

i could feel brady’s foot against my side.

“who ya texting..” he smiled, his eyes were

hooded. he was tired, watching TV and i was only awake just to surpass the jet lag.

“oh no one…”

“nope it’s someone.”

“fine, it’s chris.”

“kreids?”

“yeah?”

his voice changed, he sounded a little

jealous but he shrugged and relaxed back into his spot. i looked back at my phone, chris saying something along the lines of ‘hey we should get dinner while you’re here and catch up.’

“whatre you talking about..” he hummed after a few minutes.

“he wants to get dinner this week” i spoke, staring at my screen, wondering how he knew about me being back since he didn’t have social media. i guess he found out through mika?

“mh. okay.” he sounded even more jealous but i ignored it, getting up to go to bed. “it’s late, i’m gonna go try and sleep. goodnight skjeisy”

“good night, y/n” he said, giving me a short wave.

he had been laying on the couch in his pajamas, or whatever you call how a man sleeps, but shirtless and in a pair of those damn plaid pajama pants. it was freezing and the windows in his big room didn’t help but somehow he wasn’t cold, and i had asked him a few times if he was but he shook his head.

i almost gasped every time i looked at him.. there were moments where i hated him but i swear i would do anything to touch him. i don’t try to think about him that way but when he’s laying so close.. it’s hard not to.

i laid in his bed, his sheets smelled like him and i swear this was when i knew this would be the hardest week of my life, it feels like that every time.

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the next morning, i woke up freezing, seeing i had knocked my blankets off the bed. the freezing cold had knocked me awake and there was a failed attempt to fall back asleep , but soon after that i gave up and stretched, getting up to go brush my teeth and make my way downstairs.

as i stepped out of the side room, i looked at brady as he was still sleeping, his upper half uncovered while he slept.

my lower lip was caught under my teeth as i chewed the pink skin, holding in whatever dirty thought over came me.

“god damnit i hate him.” i mumbled quietly before i walked out, walking to the bathroom in silence. i heard footsteps behind me , causing me to turn to see kevin.

“goodmorning kevin” i smiled, and he smiled back. he was a bad early guy, meaning he was just dragging down the hallway as he also had the same intentions, brushing teeth and going downstairs.

“goodmorning.” he mumbled.

“i just have to brush my teeth-“

“so do i , i’ll just join you.” he shrugged, the bathroom was big enough for the both of us so i scrambled through my things, grabbing my toothbrush and tooth paste. him and i mirrored each other, besides his large frame. he was tall and towered over everyone in the apartment, but especially me. his hair was held back with a headband and with my toothbrush in my mouth i asked him

“growing your hair out?”

while this was our first time properly meeting and getting to know each other, i had seen him at dinners and parties and in photos before, i could tell a clear change in his hair.

“mhm, i’ll probably cut it again” he said, looking down at me in the reflection of the mirror.

we both spit into the sink at the same time, wiping our mouths before using mouthwash momentarily. the two of us hissed at the sting, smiling at each other before walking out.

we both walked downstairs, he allowed me to go first, and as i walked down, jimmy was laying on the couch, staring at his phone.

“goodmorning jimmy.” i smiled, walking into the kitchen.

i ventured through the cabinets, finding a mug to get coffee, leaning against the counter after pouring it, staring out of the window.

“what do you usually eat for breakfast?” kevin’s voice came from behind the door of the fridge. my eyes shot to meet his as he peaked out from behind the door.

“oh- anything is fine.” i smiled.

“you sure?” he asked, and i nodded before i walked over to the couch, pulling jimmys phone from his hands.

“sit up.” he was taking up the whole couch and i just wanted to sit down to look at the list we had made the night before.

sitting down, i stared at the list as i heard brady make his way down the stairs, bidding us a goodmorning. i stayed silent, only focusing on the fact that he had pulled a shirt on. a tight one , but a shirt.

“you not gonna say anything?” jimmy spoke, his voice was sarcastic.

“huh? oh- sorry. what did you say?” i turned to look at him, my cheeks pink.

“what were you gonna say, you came over here and picked up the list, did you have something to say?”

“o-oh, yeah. i was going to tell you that chris said he wanted to have dinner with me some time this week.” i pointed to the list of things to do, and he nodded.

“oooh little sis pulling game? look at you.” he laughed, a smile on his face.

my cheeks darkened, this time out of embarrassment. i felt the seat on the other side of me dip, and i turned to see

brady sitting next to me.

“gimme the list.” his voice was rough and sleep still filled it, as his calloused hands reached out for it.

“mhm.” i hummed, giving it to him.

kevin was in the kitchen, humming as he cooked breakfast for the four of us. brady’s dark eyes scanned over the list, in his head trying to figure out what simple plans he could butt his way into just to see you…

no- just to hangout on his time off.

“here.” he spoke softly, handing the list back to me, his eyes on my face as he handed the list back. i took it, and looked back at jimmy.

“i’m sure we can make dinner with chris work..” he smiled, leaning back. his eyes met brady’s, brady quickly having looked away from me to meet his eyes.

jimmy didn’t think anything of it until he thought ..

‘wait why is he staring at my sister.’ and his eyes went wide as he looked at brady once more.

brady looked back at him like a deer in the headlights, covering his face as he stood

up to go help kevin in the kitchen.

brady would never admit it, mostly just cause he couldn’t but the reason he treated you with a snarky, rude, sarcastic act was because he didn’t want to face the fact that he was absolutely in love with jimmy veseys little sister. he wiped her from his memory everytime she’d leave, she’d come back, and he’d remember that this is how he’s supposed to act, like a transparent asshole. he’s been much more comfortable since i got here though. the touching and soft conversations without yelling at each other. i would wonder what had gotten into him but i crave his validation too much to make him revert back.

breakfast was finished, and me and jimmy were encouraged to come get food and eat. i practically jumped from my seat as i heard the opportunity for food.

“thank you, kevin.” i smiled, taking a plate from his hand. he smiled back, his boyish charm taking over as his cheeks tinted a little. he didn’t feel any way about it, but he thought it was sweet.

we all sat, and ate. we didn’t talk , but after we finished, me and jimmy cleaned up while brady and kevin went upstairs, brady taking a shower while i washed the dishes down.

i was humming to myself before jimmy began to speak, handing me the plates.

“hey.. while you’re with brady, can you at least try to not.. um. i don’t know- like-“

“SPIT IT OUT JIMMY.” i snapped at him.

“well- the look he was giving you earlier-“

“oh my god. that boy is annoyed by my every move, jimbo, it’s fine.” i rolled my eyes, finishing the dishes .

“i’m gonna go get ready.” i looked at him before i began my way up to the bedroom, walking in and sitting on the couch as i contemplated what i was going to wear, as the weather was still freezing but i’m sure i didn’t pack anything nearly appropriate enough for the weather.

i heard the door open as i stared at my phone, brady walking in with a towel around his waist and his hand in his hair, the other holding the towel up- he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide as he saw me sitting down… facing him.

i didn’t look up until i heard him stop walking, causing our eyes to meet… then they suddenly weren’t

“c-can you.. um get out so i can change..” he tried not to panic, trying not to make a big deal out of it as i sat there, watching him in awe. his hair messy, his chest and stomach and he looked so soft and-

i nodded, speed walking into the side room to pick an outfit, struggling while all i could think about was him- i felt gross, but he looks so good. he looked nice to cuddle and hug.. and-

knock knock

“you can come out now.”

i put a shirt down and walked to the door, looking up at him.

“can .. do you have any warm clothes i can borrow?” i spoke, sounding a bit nervous.

“yeah, there’s a bunch of clothes on the rack over here and there’s some in storage boxes over there.” he pointed to the storage behind me, in the room. “go crazy.” he smiled. “is that all?”

“yeah.. thank you.” i smiled back. butterflies filled my stomach when he smiled at me.. he had me absolutely weak in the knees.

i dug through his clothes until i found an old jersey, being one of his. it clearly felt like a brand new jersey and i realized it was probably something he had bought for a gift for someone and never gave it. it had tags and stuff still on it, but jerseys are warm and i love them so i was going to take it and pull it on.

the 2015 labels on the tag were blatant so i knew it wasn’t for someone new as i grabbed some jeans and tight little black shirt to go underneath the jersey. i wore a black set to match underneath, i had no one to impress but being comfortable and fashionable is always necessary.

i took a shower, dried my hair and did my daily routine before i pulled on the clothes, drowning in the jersey, probably 2 sizes too big for me. as i walked out, i passed hayes and he stopped me

“where’d you get that jersey from?”

“uh.. brady’s clothes-“

he nodded, looking at the 76 and SKJEI plastered across my back as i walked into the bedroom to put my stuff away.

i had finished getting ready and brady was sitting on the couch when he finally acknowledged me.

“hey, i like your jersey.” he smiled, a short laugh leaving him.

“hey thanks.” i sat down on the couch, opposite to him as we had waited for jimmy to finish getting ready.

while we sat together, i could almost feel him staring at me and i just .. wanted to ask him what he wanted. but instead..

“where do you think would be a good place to get dinner with chris at?” i said, staring at my phone while he put his down, laying it in his lap.

“hm.. i dunno. i’m sure he knows some good places.” he took this as an excuse to look at me without it seeming sly.

“yeah but i trust your judgement enough.” i finally looked over at him, pressing for an answer but he looked… annoyed. oh god.

“yknow.. if you liked chris so much, why don’t you just wear his jersey, y/n”

my jaw dropped-

“SO YOU ARE JEALOUS-“

“NO IM NOT, PSH WHAT??”

“yes you are.” i stood up-

“no i’m not.” and so did he.

“yes you are, that’s why you act this way.” i stepped closer.

“act what way?” he tilted his head.

“THIS WAY, you’ve acted this way every time i’ve come to new york! you just act like an asshole cause you’re jealous. next thing,

you’re gonna be jealous of kevin!” i placed my hands on my hips, my eyes not leaving his as he struggled to think of something better to say.

“do you feel the same way?” he asked the question but it almost felt like a statement.

“yes, of course brady. you’ve been teasing me since i was 18, don’t act like i don’t have any reason not to. you’re tall, hot and play hockey for go-“

his hands were on my face before his lips crashed into mine.

“shut up” he quickly breathed against my lips.

he moved me back, sitting me on the couch, parting from the kiss

“you’re not going to dinner with chris. not without me, or jimmy or all three of us.” his hair was messy, falling over his face as he looked down at me. i nodded, practically being put in my place by him.

“we’re also going to continue this later, your brother is gonna walk in here any moment telling us we gotta go.” he spoke as he sat back down, picking up his phone again.

and as he sat down, the door began to open, jimmy poking his head in.

“did i hear yelling?”

“no.” the two of us turned to look at him in sync. my cheeks were red but jimmy ignored it as he nodded, telling us to “come on.”

the two of us jumped up, walking out together as we joined kevin downstairs. we all left the house together, standing next to jimmy as we walked out, our shoes crunched in the little bit of snow still on the sidewalk.

“i don’t understand why you guys had your games cancelled.. this is easily accessible.”

i spoke, my hands tucked into my pockets.

“well, their flight kept getting pushed back or cancelled, so we had to postpone the game. that was our only game this week besides sundays.” jimmy shrugged, thinking about how they would’ve played tampa this week.

i nodded, keeping my head low in the scarf wrapped around my neck. we had walked a while, stopping to get coffee in some small cafe before we walked down to central park.

“you wanna skate?” jimmy asked, looking down at me.

i nodded , causing him to smile. he looked around at the boys and they shrugged, willing to also join.

“awh we should’ve brought our skates.”

when skating at the park, we stayed there for hours. for a bunch of guys who do it for a living, they seem to really enjoy it when it’s not to get paid. they had gotten noticed a few times, and the jersey i wore didn’t help draw attention away from them.

‘hey, i love your jersey, go rags’

i’d hear before a gasp , and someone saying hi to brady, kevin or jimmy.

but now it was late in the afternoon and kevin was hungry so we decided to finally leave and get dinner at some local diner, pleasing the appetite of 3 big men and a smaller, less athletic girl.

i sat across from brady as we ate, my eyes shifting from my hands to his hands to his eyes while they all spoke, talking about some girl they had met last time they went to boston. i tuned out the conversation, having no interest in anything but the way brady looked, sitting in front of me.

it felt late when we had finally left to go home, being that we had been out all day, the late start to the day getting under our feet.

the moment we got home, i went upstairs and took off my boots, taking off the jersey for a moment just to pull off the shirt underneath it. walking upstairs brady had told me to not take off the jersey, he liked it on me, so i listened. i pulled on some

more comfortable pants and walked out, still wearing his jersey. he looked at me from the couch, having changed quickly, probably faster than i did. he was wearing a hoodie and a pair of grey sweats.

“you wanna hangout with me and jimmy downstairs?” i asked, he shrugged, looking back at his phone.

walking back downstairs, sitting with jimmy felt dreadful, when the words brady had spoken to me before we left played on rewind in my head. we crossed off skating in central off the list of things to do and i sat there, impatient with the way brady was acting, almost like it was nonchalant even though he had seemed so eager to get his hands on me beforehand.

“hey, i think i’m gonna hit the hay early, we can get up and do something tomorrow.” i spoke , standing up, stretching as i did so.

“we still have practice tomorrow? but it’ll be around ten am, you wanna come?”

jimmy said, looking up at me.

“eh, i’ll think about it. if i’m up, i’m up.” i shrugged as i leaned down to give him a kiss on top of the head. “goodnight.”

“goodnight, y/n”

walking back into the room, i saw him sat up, his eyes meeting mine as i walked in.

“you don’t seem very eager to ‘continue this later.’” i walked over to him, tilting my head.

“someone’s gotten worked up, huh?” he said, reaching out for my hand. i sighed, placing my hand in his, he pulled me closer.

“cmere.” he said, patting his lap. he gently pulled me closer, straddling him, my knees resting on either side of his thighs. his hands laid on my sides, fingers rubbing me gently as i placed my arms around his neck.

“is this what you want?” he asked me, his pupils blown wide in the dim room, only lit by the lamp in the corner. i nodded, placing my hand on his neck to pull him closer, placing my lips on his.

the kiss was gentle, as i felt his hands move, coming down to squeeze my thighs, pulling me closer against his own hips. a soft gasp left me as the thin fabric of my leggings left nothing to the imagination. i could feel him against me, causing my heart to race as the kissing slowly turned into messy making out.

“brady…” i mumbled against his lips, my hips slowly grinding against his.

“yeah, princess?”

“i.. mhh i want you to touch me..” breathing each other’s air as our noses touched, i felt his hands slowly come up my waist.

his hands, came up under my breasts, cupping them.

“i don’t want to take off the jersey..”

“then don’t” i giggled, our faces close as he looked down at his hands pressing against the soft, blue fabric.

“then how should i touch you baby” his eyes met mine again, he examined my face. flushed and red.

“cmon… you know, brady.”

“no, tell me princess.” he said, his hands coming down to my thighs again. he took my legs and wrapped them around his waist, picking me up, carrying me to the side room.

he gently laid me down onto the bed and looked down at me.

“im still waiting.“ he looked at me, crossing his arms over his chest.

“i-i want you to touch my pussy..” my cheeks were red, as he had pushed me into embarrassment.

“yeah there you go, baby.” he smiled, leaning down, he pulled his shirt off before he brought his hands down to the waist of my leggings. he slowly pulled them off, dragging his calloused palms over my legs. i did an inner victory dance as i remembered i had worn a matching set, but by the way he liked the jersey on me, i doubt he’d ever find out.

“you okay with this?” he spoke softly, breaking the tension for a moment.

i nodded, “yeah..” i smiled.

he nodded , leaning over to place a kiss against my lips before his hand came down, his fingers slowly dragging through my folds. my breath shuttered as he touched me, his face was close, nose brushing against mine, as he wanted to hear my noises while he teased me.

“i bet you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” he mumbled. a small sound of approval left me.

my arms came up, wrapping around his neck as i felt his thumb press against my clit. i shivered a little, my hips pressing to his hand.

“brady..” i spoke under my breath, soft moans escaping my lips while his fingers continued to tease me.

“yeah baby? do you want more?”

“yes.. please..”

his middle finger dragged through my folds again before he entered me, causing me to pull him closer, a gasp escaping my lips.

“don’t be too loud” whether or not i had made much noise, he didn’t want to risk any of them walking in, especially my older brother.

“i-i’m trying..” his pace was slow but increased, his hands were large, and equally his fingers were thick and long. “mh.. brady.. please give me more” my gasps were hot against his, until he moved

down, his face in my neck. he gently placed messy kisses over my warm skin, careful not to bite or suck too hard, preventing hickeys that anyone else could see.

he slowly pushed in his ring finger, filing me while his thumb drew perfect circles onto my sensitive clit.

“you okay?” he whispered as he neared my ear, kissing my neck,

“yes” i spoke through a breathy voice, holding back noises as his pace increased, bringing me closer to the edge.

“i want you to cum on my fingers, okay princess?” his voice came out low and raspy. i nodded as my hips pressed to his hand, my back arching as he pushed me further.

“please, brady i’m so close..”

he looked down at me for a moment, finally his lips met mine again. he wanted to keep me quiet as i came, his fingers picking up the pace.

suddenly i felt that buildup break, my nails digging into his back as i tried to hold back my moans from his touch. a white hot sensation flooded my senses.

he positioned himself between my legs, watching me laid out in front of him.

“you look so good in that jersey..”

“mhh do i?” i spoke, my voice was tired and weak.

i looked down to see how hard he was in those sweats.

“yeah you do, baby.” he leaned down , kissing me again. i pushed my hands between my legs, gently running them up his thighs, finding his cock, hard in those dreadful sweats. pulling away from the kiss , looked down at him in my hands.

“can you take off the pants… please?” i looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, causing him to sigh, pulling off his sweatpants with rough hands.

“brady. boxers too.” my hands, still reached out, dropped with expression.

he pulled off his boxers, cheeks red as i saw him for the first time.

i was almost drooling at the sight of him, his hair messy and fallen around his face, while his stomach was squishy while he was still fit, his thighs were thick and strong and there was nothing disappointing about his dick- which really wasn’t expected in the first place, but made it more exciting.

my tongue rested against my lower lip as i bit down on it, concentrated on touching him before he had asked if he could fuck me.

“y/n, can.. i fuck you..” he sounded guilty, looking down at me, enjoying my time as i wrapped my hands around his cock.

“y-yes.” i looked up at him, my cheeks red at the question.

“then turn over, ass in the air.”

i nodded, his hands coming to my hips as he helped turn me over. he pushed my face down into the pillows of his bed.

“i want you to try and stay quiet this time.” a soft chuckle slipped through his words. i felt like i could cum just on his voice..

“yes sir” i mumbled through the sheets.

he got comfortable, making sure everything was okay before the tip of his cock was pressed against me.

“hey uh.. are you on the pill?”

“mhm..”

“good to know. can i cum inside?”

“mhm.”

he nodded, his hand gently placed on my hip, feeling as he began to spread his precum over my cunt, causing me to shiver before he let out a soft groan.

i got impatient, my hips shifting slightly, before he tightened his grip on them to still me.

“cmon baby.” he mumbled, before he entered me, slowly pushing into me as i gripped the pillow my face was planted into. a cry leaving my throat.

“f-fuck.. princess..” he threw his head out, slowly entering me until he was bottomed out. he wasn’t too big, he was thick and it was like he fit perfectly while he had stretched me out.

“you’re so fucking tight ohh my god.” he began mumbling small groans of praise, as i could hear his voice break with heavy pants.

he slowly began to move, getting the encouragement from my walls around him.

slow and steady as he began fucking me, both hands on my hips, gripping tight, trying to stay composed.

he had almost pulled out before he pulled my hips back against his, resulting in a loud moan from me into the pillow.

my knuckles were white as i gripped the sheets, trying not to be too loud. he had leaned over me, taking my hair and pushing it to the side as he began to fuck into me.

“you look so good wearing my name..”

even he couldn’t hold back the noises he was making, groans were loud as he began to hit down on his touch between mouthfuls of praises.

“baby.. fuck.. who does this pussy belong to??”

his hand came down, pressing against my back, arching it down so he can hit a better angle. his cock brushing over my g-spot, leaving me shaking.

“y-you..” i could barely form words as he destroyed me, leaving me helpless when he asked me.

“who? say my name.. say it, princess.” his hand absentmindedly traced over the number while he continued to pummel into me.

“b-brady.. it belongs to you- FUCK-“ my face was smothered by the pillow once more, muffling my loud noises. “my pussy belongs to you, brady.”

“good girl… good fucking girl..”

i could feel myself chasing my orgasm, trying hard not to allow myself to cum on his cock without him, but even he could feel it by the way i clenched around him.

“brady.. m’ gonna fucking cum”

“me too.. shit me too..” his hands came to my hips, his thumbs rubbing over my ass as he tightly gripped my hips, enough to bruise. one hand moved down, his thumb pressing to my clit as his pace began to falter, causing me to see stars as he touched the sensitive bud. i could feel myself coming closer, my vision blurring as the sound of incoherent mumbles of the both of us turn into the sound of our skin slapping until our orgasm struck through us, my juices coating his thighs as his cum filled my cunt.

as we both came down from our highs, he was leaned over me, his cock still buried deep inside of me.

“fuck.. you feel so good i don’t want to pull out.”

“brady..” i laughed, feeling the weight of his frame on my own. “get up, loser.”

he reluctantly pulled himself up, pulling out to see how his cum dripped from me.

“mhh.. look at that..”

“s-stopp..” i mumbled, cheeks burning with embarrassment, pushing my face back into the pillow.

brady helped me lay down, wiping away at my thighs with his shirt before he pulled his boxers back on.

“you probably don’t wanna wear that jersey while we sleep, let me get it off of you.”

i rolled over and sat up slightly, raising my arms in the air. the blissed out look on my face made him let out a soft chuckle. he got out of bed and grabbed a hoodie of his, handing it to me as i pulled off my bra. i pulled it over my body and he looked through my things, finding a pair of panties to give me

“these okay?”

i nodded and he handed them to me, as i put them on he stood at the edge of the bed. i was tired , my eyes were heavy as i looked up at him. i reached my arms out.

“please… sleep with me, brady..”

“i can’t.”

“please…” i stuck out my bottom lip, trying to fool him into feeling bad

“….” he thought about it. “fine.”

he got into bed with me, slowly getting comfortable as i pressed my body against his. he wrapped his arms around my waist, our legs intertwined as i pushed my face into his chest, falling asleep.

“goodnight, princess.” he mumbled.

“goodnight, brady…”

you don’t even want to hear the stern talking to that i got from jimmy the next morning when he walked into brady’s room to not see brady on the couch and in his own bed instead.

he wasn’t mad… yes he was. he was mad at brady. he was mad cause he couldn’t trust the guy to spend a week with his little sister like he had in past times of visiting. he trusted that brady could love you and please you but he also knew that you lived in california, wouldn’t move to new york just for him and what if you only liked brady for the sex you just had. which you didn’t.

“y/n…you just-“

“jimmy, i’ve had a love hate relationship with brady ever since i first met him. have you ever seen how he reacted to when i talked about guys? especially chris? cmon jimmy, open your eyes please.” an audible sigh left him.

“fine.” he grumbled, knowing even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop either of you, as you were both grown adults.

the rest of the day, kevin ripped on brady and jimmy held in whatever anger he wanted it take out on brady for getting with his sister. he just wanted to protect her, it’s what older brothers do.

when leaving the rink after practice, i was there to pick them up, and as we left, i leaned up to kiss brady on the cheek, all of us piling into the car with their gear. this was going to be a fun week in new york…

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