#with one of my cousins. nothing stops and i want to sit on a beach for awhile and be nothing

[old-29]

He needed me

by .O.L.D.

Summary: It’s Susannah’s funeral and you know that Conrad Fisher needs you.

Warning: mention of drugs, funeral, death

*Change of font is a flashback*

He needed me:

A lot of people were in that room, people who barely knew her. It was almost not fair that the people who barely knew her got to grieve when the people who were the closest to her tried their best to keep it together. At least I was trying. However, Susannah made a huge mark on the world so I was at least glad people came to reflect on that. As I was sitting through the eulogy the priest was saying, I refused to show any emotion. At least I tried. I couldn’t break down because of Conrad, I needed to be strong for him and his brother Jeremiah. Even though the two of them sat in front of my family so they couldn’t see if I broke down or not, I still wanted to be strong for them, I wanted to be the person they could lean on, if needed. I was doing a great job bottling everything down until it was Conrad’s turn to speak.

I’ve been in love with Conrad since I’ve been going to Cousins to spend the summer with the Fishers. My mom, Laurel, was best friends with Susannah so I grew up with the 2 brothers every summer. My twin sister, Belly or Isabel, has a massive crush on Conrad too but last summer she was on her last straw with him. You see, last summer, the last one we had with Susannah, Conrad and I had a moment. I was the only one who was there for him with what he was going through. I know my sister tried by wanting him to open up to her and she was coming off a little forceful but I took a different approach that Conrad was not expecting.

I sat there on the beach, completely spacing out and forgetting the world. My sister and I just finished embarrassing ourselves at the first annual bonfire. As in “embarrassing ourselves”, I mean, Belly embarrassing herself and me just kinda being there. I was always just there. I don’t really have any of my own friends at school, I just hang out with Belly and every boy I think is interested in me, it’s Belly they like. See, I’m just there. I was completely lost in thought until a very handsome boy sat next to me.

“I knew I would find you here”,Conrad said as he pulled a joint out of his pocket.

I was never one to talk to him, of course I did but it was usually a conversation accompanied by my brother, sister, Jeremiah or one of the moms. If I was stuck having a conversation by myself with Conrad, I was a stuttering mess which he seemed to find very amusing.

As I looked over at him, I began to see how tired and worried the boy was which he tried to hide with an asshole demeanour. As I continued to unravel the boy, all the thoughts that were helping me form a conversation just disappeared and I just spoke.

“Connie, I’m not expecting you to tell me what’s wrong or to open up to me eventually and I’m not going to lecture you on why you are acting the way you are. All I’m going to say is stop throwing away who you are. Smoking weed isn’t like you and drinking a lot isn’t like you. You quit training camp which I know that even if you sat on the bench all season, you’d still have the time of your life. So, you can keep telling everyone that nothing is wrong and that you’re “fine” but I know that it’s complete and utter bullshit. All I’m trying to say is that I am worried about you and that I hope you know that whatever is going on, I’m here for you, even if you need me to sit on the beach and watch you smoke. I’d do anything because I love you, Conrad!”

Then I embraced him in a hug. I wasn’t expecting him to tell me what was wrong like my sister, mom and Susannah had been. I just needed him to know that I was there for him. However, I also wasn’t expecting pulling back from the hug only to receive one of the best first kisses someone could ever experience. He was gentle yet showed a lot of passion. His hands cupped my face as mine rested on his shoulders. It was a much needed kiss that held so much emotion and unsaid things.

“I love you too, y/n.”

I don’t know what went wrong after that. I was too nervous to talk to him after our moment, even though he expressed multiple times that he wanted to talk to about what happened. I would’ve dated him in a heartbeat but I didn’t want him to feel burdened by me and I felt that I would screw something up and that I was not good enough for him. So, we went back to being “friends” and I watched him date Nicole while meanwhile I was dying inside. However, Conrad continued being there for me while I continued being there for him. He even became my escort because I didn’t want to ask anyone else but him so Susannah “forced” him to take me. However, Conrad said that he was glad he took me in the first place. Then that night, everyone found out Susannah’s cancer came back which Conrad knew about for a long time. The rest of summer was all of us hanging out together as a group until summer was over and it was time to return back home. We would spend the rest of the year not reaching out until one day I received an out of the blue call from a sobbing Conrad about how his mother was dying. Then, my mom flew out to Boston so she could be there to support Susannah and the boys and the week before the funeral, my siblings and I flew out to support Conrad and Jeremiah which is now leading us to this day.

It was Conrad’s turn to speak and I watched as he stood up and walked towards the seat up at the front of the church, sit down and pull out an acoustic guitar

“This is the song that she would always ask me to play for her.”

He was so nervous and he kept glancing around the room until he met my eyes. Then he began to sing.

“Oh where, oh where, can my baby be? The lord took her away from me. She’s gone to heaven so I’ve got to be good so I can see my baby when I leave this world.”

All the strength that I had mustered up so I could be strong for the two Fisher brothers disappeared and I began silently sobbing. My sister noticed as she wrapped her arm around me. I was shaking with every sob. Conrad made direct eye contact with my sobbing self and he began to stutter over the lyrics. I watched as he tried to gain the strength to continue singing but every time he tried, he kept breaking down. I knew how much this song meant to him and that in this moment he wanted nothing more to finish it for his mom, so I stood up and started to make my way over to where he sat.

“Sit down, y/n”, my mom exclaimed in a very serious yet whispered voice.

My mom was always very critical on decisions I’d make or things I’d try to do. Yes, she was like this with my other siblings but it never compared to me.

“Let her go, Laurel”, my dad whispered back.

I began to walk up to him. He stared in my eyes and with each step closer to him, I could see all of his sadness freeze, even if it was just for a moment. I found myself standing behind him and putting my hand on his very tense shoulder. I bent down to whisper in his ear:

“I’m here for you Connie. I’m right here.”

His shoulders seemed to relax and then Conrad began to sing again. I knew that he needed someone there for him in this moment. As he sang, I began to cry again so I rested my head on Conrad’s head so no one could see my tears. I knew people could tell I was crying because my body was shaking with sobs. However, none of it mattered because I was there with Conrad. Once Conrad finished, I wiped my tears away and gave Conrad a very weak smile as he stood up to look at me.

“Thank you, y/n/n.”

I grabbed his hand as I saw tears forming in his eyes. I gave his hand a squeeze and went to let it go but Conrad grasped it. I knew he still needed me. We walked back to our seats and instead of me sitting with my family, I sat with Conrad as he rested his head on my shoulder with my hand still in his.

Once the funeral service was over, he turned to look at me.

“Can you stay with me, y/n/n. I really need you.”

“Of course, Connie. Anything you need me to do, I will.”

With that, we stood up and walked out of the church. My dad gave Conrad and I a ride over to the reception. Conrad never said a word the rest of the day but he never let me go. He either held my hand, my waist or made sure our arms were touching. He needed me and quite frankly, I needed him too. It always made me feel better to know that he was ok.

All I knew is that I needed to be there for the boy I loved for years as I still and always will love him.

#conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #funeral #the summer I turned pretty imagines #tsitp conrad #conrad x reader

[allkordelia]

Keep Me in Your Thoughts (19)

Daemon was wondering down the halls in the north wing of Stonehold, he just finish training with baelor and his brothers and now he was trying to find something to do. He would usually be with baelor the whole day, but the boy has gotten to sneaking off with marra and his dragon lately. He was beginning to start to like spending time with his nephew and his little friend, they were the only ones who find his antics amusing. 

He wanted to go see what rhaelle was doing, but decided against it. He been doing that frequently now having mental battles with himself, after what gwayne said many nights ago it left a bitter taste in his mouth. It hurts him to think that all rhaelle see is viserys when she looks at him, he keeps telling himself that what she is feeling is fair but it does nothing to lessen the selfishness in his heart. He wants rhaelle. He want to be the man that rhaelle could proudly say is hers, he spent too much time separated from her and making up excuses for himself to get him to get over her.

The sound of a ruckus coming from up the hall made daemon stop, he look through the large glass windows to see a a conservatory making him walk away slowly.

"No,no,no, adrielle don't put that in your mouth." Valaena squeal as she stops the toddler from putting a black beatle in her mouth, she scoops the baby off the floor and wrestle the baby's fist opened for her to drop the bug making it scatter away.

Valaena looks up as a knock cams from the door and sees daemon standing in the threshold with a small smile as he gave a short wave at the princess, she smiles beckoning him in before turning around and going to pick up her flower pot luckily their wasn't any flower and dirt in it yet.

"Let me." Valaena stop as daemon brush by and collected the shattered pieces.

"Thank you," He gave a polite smile before placing the broken clay on the table next to other pots with plants.

Daemon wipe his hands on his trouser before putting his hands in his pockets, he looks at valaena as she gently scowls the little girl in her arms.

"Marrio's daughter, correct?" He asked making valaena look at him as he motions to the little babe.

"Adrielle, yes. He is in a meeting with mother, so I am watching her until they are done." Daemon hummed.

"Isn't that what maids are for." Valaena shrug.

"It is but she is a nice distraction when I have nothing else to do." She says moving through the row of plants with daemon following as they find seats in the back where the garden is right behind them.

"I am surpised you have any spare time, aren't you suppose to be out and about giving the poor food and kissing babies on heads." He says with a chuckle making valaena shake her with a smile.

"I would but mother has given me a week to myself before my tour around westeros." She said as she sits back in the rocking chair with adrielle laying her head on valaena's chest, daemon look at bit confused.

"Your looking for a husband?" She turn her head to him and nod.

"I am old enough now, and mother did say we need to start making alliance with people in westeros." Daemon furrowed his brows as his thought moved to Aeron.

"What about Aeron? Aren't you two–"

"On the same tour no, he will be traveling by himself next month." She said annoyed as she play with adrielle's dark hair.

"Oh." Daemon looks down with a small frown at his hands, he was confused not just not too long ago did he see his two cousins together smiling like lovesick fools.

"Where is Baelor and Marra? I expected them to be not far behind you." Valaena asked shifting the subject.

"On another adventure, I suppose. He and the wolf girl have been sneaking off somewhere to play." Valaena nod.

"Probably at the beach playing pirates, that boy loves his silly games, " she smiled going back to playing with adrielle's hair, daemon was quiet for a moment, he couldn't help but want to know what happened between valaena and aeron.

"So, what happened between you and the prince," valaena stop playing with the baby's hair and look over at daemon.

"Nothing." She drops her hand so her arm hang over the arm of the chair.

"It doesn't seem like nothing," valaena look at daemon with a look for a minute.

"I caught him in bed with another girl." She said before looking away, daemon look shock he never that aeron would be the type to do that sort of thing.

"I never imagine him as the type." Valaena hummed with a look of distraught, "But, than again he is a man and man have needs–" he stop when he saw the glare that valaena was giving him.

"So do women, but not all of us are quick to lay on our back to get it." She settle down as adrielle move on top of her.

"Maybe, there was a reason he did it." She narrow her eyes at daemon making the prince purse his lips.

"Due tell, cousin. What other reason besides wanting to get his...you know what wet would he do this to me." She said as she pat the babe's back gently.

"I don't know...maybe he wanted to make sure he was doing the right thing." Valaena looked a him with a mixture of confusion and agitation.

"What does that even mean." She exclaimed making daemon get up.

"I don't know, I just know that you shouldn't give up on him so easy over a little mistake."

"A little mistake." Daemon looked at valaena, "A little mistake is accidentally spilling tea on someone, not finding some girl and slipping your cock into them." She hissed with slited and wild eyes, daemon looked at with wide eyes before smiling.

"You found this amusing." Daemon shook his head as he bite back a smile.

"No, you just...look like your mother when she's angry," valaena sucked her teeth as she rock in the chair, "I know you don't want to hear it, but maybe try to get passed it. Do you truely want to live your life wondering what could have been if you went on the tour?" He says making valaena look away and bite her cheek.

"Here's a better question: Why are you defending someone who despise you? Aren't you and aeron immortal enemies." She asked with a fixed look, daemon scatch the back of his neck before shaking his head.

"Aeron doesn't despise me he hates me there's a difference, if I wasn't trying to get back with your mother. Him and I could be great friends." Daemon just making valaena chuckle before giving daemon a look.

"How is that faring?" She asked.

"Not so great. I haven't really spoken since the celebration," valaena furrow her brows.

"Why so long? Did you two have a argument." Daemon shook his head with a unhappy look.

"No, I just realize I can't truely make her happy. Not with everything that occurred between my brother and her." He fretted, it hurts to say it but it is true no amount of sweet gestures will change her mind.

"But, that was so long ago and she seem pass it, especially with all the paramours that go in and out of her chamber lately." Valaena said, daemon flicker his eyes over at her before looking away.

"You must not give up, daemon. I know you love my mother and I know deep down she still loves you too, you just have to keep trying." Daemon looked down uncertain by her words, "And besides do you truely want to live your life wondering what could have been." Daemon snort making a smirk appear on valaena's lip.

"...still how can she love me when all I do is remind her of the worst parts of her past." The young princess gave a small frown before she stood up coddling the babe to her chest.

"Using my own words against me, smart very smart, byka perzys." He walks by her side as they leave the conservatory. [Little flame]

"Thank you, cousin." They stop near a tall window down the hall before daemon spoke.

"I'll promise I will try only if you promise to give aeron one more chance." Valaena opened her mouth to argue only to be stopped, "I refuse to believe that two people who look at each the way you and aeron do are not worth another chance," he grabs her free hand.

"How am I to believe someone like me deserve to be with your mother, when two lovesick fools like yourselves are fighting." Valaena pursed her lips and thought about what he said, maybe she could try to get aeron one more chance.

"I'll try but if his reasoning is not what I want to hear, I'm marrying the first fool who catches my eye." She said stubborn making daemon tittered.

As they continue down the hall towards the door that lead outside to the garden, daemon will talk to rhaelle maybe not today but he will at his own pace and hopefully what valaena said could be true.

@beggarsnotchoosey @cleverzonkwombatsludge @watercolorskyy @stormgirlfriendd @green-lxght @supermassiveblackhope @avidreader73

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[teaberrii]

Chapter Twelve: The President’s Moves

You and Cyno can’t be more different. He’s Akademiya’s perfect student council president. You’re a labelled, cursed delinquent who changes into a cat for eight hours when kissed.

When Cyno gets a complaint about you, he’s forced to take action, only for it to lead to unexpected circumstances.

Cyno/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

Cyno is looking at you.

Your hair is pushed back and out of your face. Your elbow is on the table, your head leaned against your palm as you stare at your laptop screen. You puff your cheeks as you scroll down, and your brows come together as if you're thinking hard about something. Suddenly, you look up and frown.

“What are you staring at?” you ask.

“What do you think?” You look behind you, but once you turn back, Cyno lightly pinches your cheek. “I’m staring at you, Catnip.”

“... Why? Is there something on my face?”

He smirks slightly. "Do I need a reason to look at my girlfriend?"

You look like you want to say something but quickly hold back. Then, you look away and say quietly, "There's no one here. So you can drop the boyfriend act."

After a few clicks on his laptop, Cyno says, “I just shared with you what I have so far.” You quickly look through it, and Cyno watches your expression carefully. 

You glance at him. “Prez, I know you can do better than this.” Cyno blinks once. Twice. That’s definitely not the answer he’s expecting. “I’m sure you know better than anyone that Alhaitham has super high standards.”

Something about that statement irks him. Are you saying his effort isn't enough to meet Alhaitham’s standards? Cyno almost scoffs. He almost wants to brag that he got an A+ in all of Alhaitham's classes since his first year.

“I’m open to suggestions,” Cyno says.

You look back to your laptop. “Then, I’ll—”

"It will be faster if you tell me in person." You look at him, and Cyno gestures for you to come to his side of the table. So, you stand and head over to his side. You're looking for an empty chair to pull up when Cyno shuffles over. "You're free to sit here if you want."

At first, Cyno thinks that you'll walk back and pull up your chair, but then you quickly sit on the empty side of his chair and turn your attention to his laptop. After listening to you closely, he brings up his hands to type on his laptop, fully aware he's hugging you.

“... Is this what you mean?” he asks quietly. Cyno steals a glance at you. You're so close that he can literally see your cheeks turn red.

"Y-yeah. And, um… I think your sentence will flow better if…."

Cyno hears his heart hammering in his chest as he types. Are you aware you’re leaning closer to him? “... Hey, Catnip.”

“Hm?”

You turn simultaneously, and that's when both of you see that your lips will touch with just a little push. He holds your gaze just as you open your mouth to say something. But your mind goes blank when Cyno lightly touches your cheek.

“... Why are you turning red?” he asks.

Cyno looks down and sees your hands gripping your pants for dear life. "I… well…" Your eyes look everywhere at him, and he almost wants to smile.

“... Do you want me to stop?”

You almost fall out of the chair but quickly catch yourself and stand. Maybe it’s your cat reflexes. “Why… why do you have to lower your voice like that?”

“Is that a crime?”

"I… well... it's frustrating!"

Cyno blinks. “What is?”

“Stop acting innocent!”

“Whoa, what’s with the ruckus?”

Cyno looks past you and sees Alhaitham and Kaveh walk in, which is fine if both of them aren't showing more skin than usual. Alhaitham is wearing an open shirt, while Kaveh is wearing a tank top. Clearly, they're enjoying the beach like everyone else.

“Something wrong, Catnip?” Kaveh asks. “You look a little agitated.”

“It’s nothing,” you say quietly.

"Is Cyno causing you trouble?" Alhaitham asks, looking at his cousin. Cyno frowns, and Alhaitham smiles slightly at him.

“You’re mean, Haitham,” Kaveh says. “Assigning them an essay on such a nice day like this.”

“Am I? I think they’re having fun,” Alhaitham says, pouring himself a drink at the back. “How’s that going, by the way? Any questions?”

“Oh, well—”

“No,” Cyno interrupts you. “We’re fine on our own.”

You turn to him, and Cyno gives you a deadpan look.

Kaveh puts his arm around your shoulder and says, “It sounds like you have a question, Catnip. What is it?”

“Kaveh,” Cyno says suddenly. “You’re a teacher. Don’t forget that.”

Kaveh rolls his eyes as he lets you go. “I was just being friendly.” Then, he looks at you. “Did I make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry if I did.”

Alhaitham puts his hands on your shoulders. “Hm, I think Cyno’s the one who’s a little agitated.” You turn to Alhaitham just as he leans a little closer to you. “What’s your question, Catnip?”

Cyno narrows his eyes. Why are they acting all friendly with you? It’s not like you’re that close with them.

After Alhaitham answers you, Cyno says, “I have a question.” Everyone turns to him. “When are you two going to leave?”

Alhaitham chuckles. "It sounds like we're interrupting something, Kaveh."

Kaveh rolls his eyes. "Sounds like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed."

Just before Kaveh follows Alhaitham out the door, he turns around and waves at you, much to Cyno's annoyance. When you turn back, Cyno almost frowns.

“... Your face is red,” he says.

“Is it?" you ask, touching your face with the back of your hand. "Don’t tell me it was like this the whole time.”

Did Kaveh and Alhaitham make you flustered? Cyno takes a small breath and says, “Let’s get back to work.”

“Ah, right.”

After making good progress on the essay, Cyno's about to ask if you want to take a break when his phone rings. He pulls it out and sees it's Nahida.

As soon as he picks it up, she asks, “Did you forget about me? Why haven’t you called or texted?”

“It hasn’t been that long,” Cyno says, meeting your eyes. “Just… some things came up, and I got busy.”

“Ooh, is it Catnip?”

Cyno turns away. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine. I miss you! I’m so bored with everyone gone.”

"I'm working on an assignment. If nothing's going on, I'll call you later, okay?"

Beep.

As Cyno turns back, he sees you looking at him. “Was that your cousin?” 

“Yeah,” Cyno says, putting his phone on the table. “That was Nahida.”

You pull down your laptop cover and lean forward. “Tell me about her.”

Cyno raises a brow. “Why so curious?”

"Well, I don't know much about your family," you say. "Kind of unfair since you know about mine."

Cyno leans forward. “What would you like to know, Catnip?”

“Does she stay with you often?”

"Every time her parents are away."

You smile. “Your family must give her good company then.”

Cyno closes his laptop. "It's usually just me." When he looks at you again, he sees you look hesitant and slightly smiles. "Are you curious about my parents?"

“A little,” you admit. “If you don’t mind sharing.”

"My mother is a businesswoman," Cyno says. "She's often overseas, so I spent most of my childhood with my grandparents."

“Is that where you got your cooking skills from?” you ask.

"If you're lucky, maybe I'll let you in on the secret family recipes."

You laugh. “Tempting me with food now, huh?”

Cyno smiles. “They moved back to the countryside when I got into Akademiya.”

“Ooh, look at you all independent now.”

"Very funny, Catnip," Cyno deadpans. You smile in return.

“So… you live by yourself?”

“Most of the time.”

You nod in understanding. “What about your father?”

“... My father’s gone,” Cyno says. “He was a police officer.” Cyno looks you in the eyes. “He… knew about your family.” Cyno isn’t sure if it’s out of nervousness, but you visibly tense up. “... He was part of the group who wanted to track them down.”

"How… did he die, if you don't mind my asking."

“... He was shot by a criminal who escaped.”

A silence settles between you and him. Then, he feels a light touch on his hand. “... I’m sorry,” you say softly.

“You must have a lot of questions." Cyno smiles reassuringly. "It’s okay to ask.”

“... Did they catch the guy who did it?”

Cyno nods. “He died.”

“... That’s good to hear.”

Cyno holds your hand, and you look at him. “Are you questioning my motives?” Your eyes widen. “Why would I befriend you when something like that happened to my father?”

"I would be stupid if that didn't cross my mind. I haven't known you for that long." Then, you scoff and look away. "But, if you did want to do something… weird, you probably would've done so by now. The circumstances would be in your favour."

“Listen, Catnip,” Cyno says. “I would be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid when I found out.”

“You hide your emotions pretty well,” you say quietly.

"Just like you said, the circumstances would be in my favour," Cyno says. "But it's not like I haven't noticed." He gently pinches your cheek. "It would be easy for you to threaten other students, considering your background. But, instead, I've seen you studying late at the library... diligently attending classes and exams until that incident blew up." Then, he leans back. "Though, I'm getting a little afraid you'll steal my title."

“Title…?”

“You've been scoring higher. You were just a few points shy of beating me on the last exam."

“Wait, wait,” you say with a small smile. “Is the prez scared I’ll take his number one title?”

“That’s one title I don’t want to give up.”

"Who knew you could be so possessive?" You cross one leg over the other. "That makes me want to take it away from you even more."

Cyno scoffs and leans closer to you. “Good luck.”

You also lean closer. “Just watch me.”

Why does he want to kiss you right now? Maybe it's how you're looking at him so intensely. But it's probably because you're too fired up from the thought of beating him.

“Hey, hey!” You and Cyno immediately lean back just as Candace and Tighnari enter the lounge. “How’s the essay date going?”

“Essay… date?” you ask Tighnari as he sits next to you.

Tighnari nudges Cyno. “Yeah. Wasn’t that what you said it was?”

You look at Cyno, who turns away from you.

“It looks like you two made some good progress,” Candace says, looking at Cyno’s laptop. “Do you two think you can finish before the bonfire tonight?”

“Bonfire?”

“Yeah! Since today's the last day, the teachers gave the green light to have a little fun,” Candace says, smiling at you. “There’s going to be food, too!”

You raise your hand. “I’m there just for the food.” Then, you immediately open your laptop and roll up your sleeves. “Let’s get to work, prez!”

“You’re easily convinced, Catnip,” Cyno says, opening his laptop.

Tighnari gets up. “Well, we’ll be in the next room playing pool if you finish early.”

“If not, we’ll see you two outside!” Candace stops just before she reaches the door. “... Unless you two have other… plans.”

“No,” you and Cyno say firmly.

Candace and Tighnari laugh as they leave the lounge.

◆◆◆

Cyno shows up at the bonfire revealing more than he usually would. A half-buttoned shirt that gives a perfect view of his toned chest and a pair of surf shorts. He knows it's silly, but he's hoping it will… impress you to some extent. He's standing next to Tighnari with a drink in his hand when he hears Candace call his name.

Cyno turns around, and his heart immediately races upon seeing you in a sleeveless, flowy white dress that almost reaches your knees. Your hair is tucked behind your ears, and the natural makeup on you makes it impossible for Cyno to look away.

“She looks nice, right Cyno?” Candace asks as you and her stop in front of him and Tighnari.

“The makeup looks good on you, Catnip,” Tighnari says.

Candace nudges you. “See? I told you it looks good!”

You smile at her and then turn to Cyno, who still hasn’t said a word. 

“Prez? Are you okay?”

Tighnari snickers. “He’s too smitten.”

“I know she looks good, Cyno, but you can at least say something,” Candace says.

Cyno steps in front of you and puts a hand around your head. 

“... Prez?”

Cyno pulls you toward him. Candace and Tighnari look at each other, with Candace holding back a smile. Your body is against his as Cyno looks you in the eyes.

“You look beautiful, Catnip," he whispers in your ear.

"Looks like you two finished in time!" Cyno lets you go and turns around to see Kaveh and Alhaitham walking toward him. Kaveh leans forward and looks at you. "Catnip? You okay?"

“Fine,” you say quickly.

Tighnari sighs and crosses his arms. “You just ruined their moment!”

“Did we?” Alhaitham asks. “By all means, keep going.”

“It’s okay,” Candace says, looking at her phone with a large smile. “I got it on camera.”

Cyno’s eyes widen as he moves toward his friend, but Candace quickly steps back. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Cyno! We’re just putting together your wedding collage.”

You clear your throat loudly and turn to Alhaitham. “Um, did you get our essay?” you ask.

“I did.” He glances at Cyno. “I’ll be honest. I’m surprised you two got it done in one day.”

You and Cyno look at each other. “I guess we make a good team,” Cyno says, keeping his eyes on you. You quickly look away.

“Hey, Catnip, do you drink?” Kaveh asks.

“She does!” Tighnari says. “She drank a lot when we played Truth or Drink the other day.”

Kaveh raises a brow. “Kids still play that nowadays?”

Candace puts a hand on her hip. “Kids? Really, Kaveh? Then, are you ancient?”

“Hey, I’m still your professor, Candace.”

Candace loops her arm around yours. “C’mon. Let’s leave the seniors alone.” She gives Kaveh a deadpan look. “They must be all tired out by now.”

Cyno watches you walk away with Candace just as Alhaitham comes beside him. "... So, when will you take her on an actual date?"

“... What are you talking about?”

Alhaitham glances at his cousin. “I never thought you would ask stupid questions, Cyno.”

Cyno glares at him. “I dare you to say that again.”

Alhaitham pats Cyno’s shoulder. “I hope I get a special invite to your wedding.”

“You—”

But then his cousin is gone.

Tighnari comes up beside Cyno and holds up a drink. “You look like you can use this.”

Cyno takes it and downs it in one go as Tighnari and Kaveh glance at each other.

◆◆◆

Sometime later in the evening, Cyno is pouring himself a drink when you put your glass beside his.

“Careful, prez. You’re drinking quite a bit.”

Cyno looks from your empty glass to you. “I can say the same for you, Catnip.”

“I only had one glass." you insist. You finally give in when Cyno says nothing and keeps staring at you. "... Okay. Three glasses. But who's counting?"

“I am,” Cyno says. “Unless you want a repeat of what happened the last time you got drunk.”

“... That won’t happen again,” you say. “I… won’t give you trouble.”

Cyno puts the alcohol on the table. “I don’t mind if you give me trouble. I’m worried about you.”

“... What is that supposed to mean?”

“What is what supposed to mean?”

“Er, well”—you awkwardly scratch your head—“you don’t mind if I gave you trouble?”

Cyno steps toward you. “I’m used to it.”

“That… doesn’t make me feel better,” you say quietly, looking away.

"I don't mind because it's you, Catnip." You slowly turn back just as Cyno gives you a small smile. Then, he leans down, so he's on eye level with you. "You're my kind of trouble."

“Hey, hey, lovebirds!” Tighnari puts an arm around Cyno just as Candace puts her hands on your shoulders. “Don’t tell me you two are going to run off somewhere.”

“... What is it, Tighnari?” you ask.

"Well, it just so happens we're short two people," Tighnari says. He nods toward the small group of students and professors by the beach volleyball net.

“The kids need to teach them a lesson, don’t you think?” Candace asks, winking at you.

So, that's how you and Cyno end up going against Alhaitham and Kaveh in a supposedly friendly beach volleyball match.

Right after Cyno spikes the ball and grabs another point, he lands gracefully on the sand to the cheers of the students. Then, he glances at you, who smiles and shakes his head. Are you impressed?

“Time!” Kaveh says, and everyone gathers around the net. “Let’s switch up the teams, shall we?”

“Can’t stand losing anymore, Kaveh?” Candace asks.

“Don’t get cocky.” Kaveh puts his hands on his hips. “We aren’t losing that badly.” Then, he points to you. “We want Catnip.”

“Me?” you ask.

Kaveh extends his hand to you. “Come to the dark side, Catnip.”

So, that's how you end up on the enemy side. Cyno still doesn't go easy on you, and he's sure you prefer it that way. When you help Alhaitham score a point, he turns around, and you give him a high five. But it's when Kaveh comes up behind you, picks you up, and spins you around, Cyno gives him a deadpan look.

You meet his eyes and give him a thumbs down. Well, at least he got to see you smile.

◆◆◆

You and Cyno sit next to each other at a table for the outdoor dinner. When everyone stands to make a toast, you and Cyno glance at each other. Then, he clinks his glass against yours.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Tighnari says. “Don’t you think we should also toast the couple here?”

Everyone turns to you and Cyno, and you visibly stiffen. “Er, we really don’t have to,” you say. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is to me.”

A chorus of oohs comes around the table. Cyno knows you're glaring at him, so he looks at you with a small smile. Then, he boldly puts a hand around your shoulder and pulls you closer.

“Kiss her!”

Your eyes widen as everyone starts chanting the dreaded words. Soon, everyone is looking at you, wondering what is going on. You're about to slam your glass on the table when Cyno takes your hand. He's obviously not going to kiss you, but that doesn't mean he can't do the next best thing. He lifts your hand, and while keeping his eyes on you, he watches for any signal for him to stop. When none comes, he lightly kisses your hand to the cheers and overlapping conversations from your classmates.

“Something wrong, Catnip?” Cyno asks, lowering your hand.

“N-nothing,” you say quickly as you sit down.

Well, your red face says otherwise.

During dinner, Cyno occasionally catches you looking at the food on his plate. “Would you like some?”

“Is it good?” you ask.

Cyno picks up the food with his chopsticks and puts it near your mouth. “Try it for yourself.”

So, that's how Cyno ends up feeding you.

"Hey! I want some, too." You and Cyno turn to Tighnari, who has already finished everything on his plate. "How come Catnip is getting all the service?"

“You can get some yourself,” Cyno deadpans.

Tighnari frowns and turns to Candace sitting beside him. “Are you going to eat that, Candace?”

“Don’t tell me you want me to feed it to you,” Candace says.

“Well, if you’re offering—”

Candace puts the food on Tighnari’s plate. “It’s all yours, my friend.”

◆◆◆

Sometime later in the evening, Cyno catches you and your friend on the beach. He watches for a bit, but seeing you relaxed makes him more at ease. Your friend sees him and nods in his direction.

“Your boyfriend is here,” she says. That’s when you turn to him. “... Well, I’ll see you around.”

“Is everything okay?” Cyno asks, walking up to you as your friend leaves.

"Everything's fine," you say. "But, I didn't forgive her, if that's what you're wondering."

"That's fair."

"Though, we did agree to leave the past in the past."

You and Cyno are walking on the beach when he asks, “Does this mean she'll leave you alone?"

You nod. "At least she knows how to be grateful." Then, after a comfortable silence, you glance at him. "... You know, you're taking this boyfriend thing really seriously."

Cyno looks at you with a small smile. “Does that bother you?”

“I’m just… surprised, I guess.”

Cyno grabs your arm, which makes you stop and turn to him. "I don't half-ass things." He looks you in the eyes. "... And that includes being your boyfriend. Real or not."

“Well… you only said you would be involved until you found out who was behind all those rumours, didn’t you? And… it’s over now.”

“... Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” you say a little too quickly. “I… I want you to stay.”

Cyno leans down. “Where would I go without you?”

“... How am I supposed to know?” you ask quietly.

Cyno spins you around and hugs you from behind. “Didn’t we say we would run away together?”

“That’s… that was a joke!”

"I'm not going anywhere, Catnip," Cyno says. You turn to him, and he smiles at you. Then, he lightly pinches your nose. "So, stop worrying."

“Who said I was worried? I was just… double-checking.”

Right. Double-checking. Well, now Cyno’s even more sure. There’s no way he’s going to let you get away.

Chapter Thirteen

Tag list: @suoshiii @lxry-chxn @lordbugs @seirenspinel @sketcheeee @iwishitwas @riylvx @bennytheghost @ch0c0shortiie

#cyno x you #cyno x yn #cyno x reader #cyno x y/n #cyno #cyno genshin impact #cyno fluff #genshin cyno

[davinagreece]

mr. perfectly fine

jeremiah fisher x oc

chapter 2

I head up to my room. It's exactly the same as when I left it. I told Susannah that I didn't need a room, that I had my own right next door, but she insisted. She said I'm at her house more than my own, so it only makes sense. Susannah decorated my room for me and I love it. Everything from the color of the walls to the decorations is perfect. It's like my save heaven.

As I'm putting my things away, I hear a knock at my door.

"It's open," I say, thinking it's Belly or my mom.

"Hey"

I hear the one voice that I don't want to hear.

"Hey Jere" I turn around with an awkward smile.

He grabs me before flopping down on my bed and pulls me with him.

I quickly stand up and go back to what I was doing. I pretend to not notice the hurt look he gives me. He shouldn't be the one who's hurt, I scoff.

"I was thinking we should go to the beach before dinner."

"Sorry, I can't. I have to finish unpacking."

"You can always do it later. We barely talked the whole year and I missed you."

"I'm sure Belly wants to go. Why don't you go ask her?" I hint, wanting him to drop the conversation.

I hear him exhale before he walks out, closing the door behind him.

"I really did miss you Rena."

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I'm trying to focus on dinner, but I can't. My mind keeps drifting to the golden-haired boy sitting across from me.

"Steven, I swear to god if you look at that phone one more time, I'm putting it in the screen basket." Laurel sighs.

"We want to see your beautiful faces. Can dinner be a screen-free zone like the olden days?" Susannah says

Steven ignores them and continues looking at his phone before Jeremiah rips it from his hands and tosses it into the screen basket.

"Boom! Nailed it"

"Dude, are you kidding me? okay okay we get it, you've been working out" Steven laughs

"Oh shut up Stevie, you're just mad that Jere has a better body than you," I say.

We make eye contact but I quickly look away. I don't know why I defended him, but I couldn't stop myself. There's an awkward silence before Steven interrupts it.

"Uh, no. It's all about the lean look now. Otherwise, you can't wear tailored suits."

"Tailored suits" Conrad repeats with a smile.

It's the first thing he's said all dinner.

"When are you leaving for training camp, man?"

Conrad's smile quickly falters

"Uh, he quit football," Jeremiah says for him.

"Con, sweetie, I thought you loved football! What happened?" My mom questions him

The table continues to talk but I'm not paying attention. I can feel Jeremiah staring at me but I'm too scared to look up. I promised myself I would move on, but I guess the pain from a first love never really does away.

I'm pulled from my thoughts when Steven mentions that he and Jeremiah got jobs at the country club.

"Wait, you guys are working this summer?"Belly asks in a confused tone.

"Yeah, I'm lifeguarding, and Steven's working at the snack shop," Jeremiah says while fist-bumping Steven

"Oh! Belly and Rena, I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you." Susannah chuckles while handing us envelopes.

"What is that?" the boys ask as they try to read the letters inside.

"I wrangled Belly and Rena invitations to be debutantes!" Susannah exclaims excitedly

"Is that the thing where the girls wear white dresses and curtsy?" Belly asks

"It's... when a girl comes of age and is presented to society. I know it sounds silly but I swear it's fun. Girls come from all over to Cousins just to be a part of it. You'll make so many new friends."

"I cannot believe you're still holding on to this archaic dream" Laurel sighs while getting up.

"No, it used to be about finding a husband, but now it's about networking! They teach you leadership skills like how to market yourself, and it benefits charity. It's um, like a bat mitzvah."

"It is not like a bat mitzvah! There is nothing religious about a debutante ball" Laurel laughs while sitting back down with a bottle of wine.

I see her pour large glasses of wine for herself and my mom. This should be entertaining.

"The whole deb scene is bullshit. It's for sheep." Conrad speaks for the first time since it was announced that he quit football.

"Yeah" Jeremiah and Steven both agree.

Susannah begins to defend herself before I interrupt.

"I think it'll be fun," I say

Jeremiah gives me a confused look

"Since when were you into that type of shit, Rena? The old you would've hated it" He asks

"Well, I guess it's a good thing that I'm not the old me." I say before turning back to Susannah.

"I'd love to be a debutante"

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#jenny han #jeremiah fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher #steven conklin #conrad fisher #belly conklin #tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #romance

[lya-dustin]

To the ends of the earth

Chapter 4

Cw:mentions of bullying and racism

Gif by @thevelaryons

A moon ago.

They have been meeting with each other since the last time Aemma came to Kingslanding.

It was improper and too obvious for him to visit Dragonstone, or Driftmark.

So they settle for hidden cove by the Kingswood, a cove where their dragons liked to roost and hunt.

There was a cottage nearby, and the royal hunting lodge, but here on the beach there was only a modest fire pit, some blankets and whatever they smuggled in their saddlebags.

Sometimes they went for a swim or ate whatever they pilfered from the kitchens and every night they came here they laid together under the stars and wishing it never ended.

Tonight, is not so different.

She was sitting between his legs with her head on her knees and sighing because his sister has hinted at a match between Aemma and one of her Arryn cousins.

His Aemee likes looking at the sea when she has troubles, her Aemond likes to hold her in his arms with her back to his chest and keeping her warm.

Usually he can make her forget, or even fix her troubles.

If only he did not have bad news as well, tonight.

“Mother has been foisting Tyshara Lannister on me as of late.” Aemond hates having to speak about these things, knowing that had much of a choice about their marriages.

But he enjoys riling her up, so he adds as he “Even dared to say she was a better match than you.”

“How dare she!” his princess said outraged at the blasphemous words of his mother. “What lies did your mother tell you, my love?”

Aemma was not prone to jealousy, but when it happened, his princess tried to hide it with humor, Aemond found it adorable.

No one could compare to her, not Cassandra with stormy blue eyes and love of riding, not Samantha Tarly with her wit and sharp mind, and certainly not Tyshara Lannister whose good looks and dowry could not hide her status as the Bitch of Casterly Rock.

“That she was as beautiful as you, that she was a true lady with her serenity and poise.” He tried not to laugh when Aemma rolls her eyes and gives an unladylike huff.

“Of course, Tyshara is so perfect in your mother’s eyes.” She grumbled and let him wrap his arms tighter around her.

They loathe each other, always compared to each other, always told that surely, they must be friends because of how exemplary they are.

Two peerless diamonds in the Court of Viserys the First.

If you ignored Tyshara calling Aemma the Sheep Primcess and making sheep noises at her in the schoolroom and even now because of her Arryn ancestry and thick silver hair.

Just last year, Aemma had left the salon she had been with her ladies in tears. Aemond found her crying her heart out in the private library in Maegor’s Holdfast.

He had kissed her tears away and then kissed her lips until Criston caught them and ratted him out to his mother.

Did not help that Aemond had her on his lap or that both youths had professed their love to each other.

“To her perhaps, I told her I did not want a mere lady when I can have the Pearl of Dragonstone.” Aemond said and she laughs in triumph.

Aemma had stopped trying to have a good relationship with his mother when she called her virtue into question that day. Aemond did not fault her and had warned his mother that she would lose him if her irrational hatred towards the one exception in his sister’s irritating brood continued.

Aemee was the Alysanne to his Jaehaerys, nothing, not even Rhaenyra and his mother could ever change that.

“I am going to marry you, whether she likes it or not. Neither gods or men shall part us.” Aemond vows to her that night.

“I will not marry Joffrey Arryn nor any lordling you shove in my path, mama!” She had cried and shouted before storming out of her mother’s solar that evening. “I will marry who I wish, or you will never see me again!”

Those were the last words between them.

They would run away only if mother refused the king’s orders to betroth them.

The letter had never even come, Aemond wrote about someone shooting down the raven in his last letter.

We leave tonight. Aemma had written back in response and readied herself for their travels.

Riding leathers, a handful of dresses, gold, jewels and the most detailed maps grandfather had given her on her last nameday.

Send me to the ends of the earth and wed me to the King of Mossovy or the Lord of the Grey Waste, Silverwing will always bring me back to Jaehaerys.

Aemma is trembling from fear and exactment when she leaves the letter on her bed.

The moon has barely risen when the two Silver Queens take to the skies in the name of true love.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t come.” He whispers as he helps her out of her saddle.

She has never been so afraid nor so happy in her life. A shame their family was so against their marriage, perhaps once their journey is over things will be better between them.

“As was I, my love.” The princess said with her heart hammering in her chest as they map out the route they will take to their first destination: the Hightower.

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #asoiaf fanfic #ocappreciationtag #fyeahhotdocs #to the ends of the earth fic

[imagine-silk]

Things sitting in my WIPs

You know when you start something and you have like a few things for it but not all of it. I have a reasonable amount. So look at them and maybe do my job for me or send a little thing for it. I'm spread thin. (Also, yes, I am getting to the asks. Just losing writing juice.) Marvel first. Also header here.

Steve Rogers finding some blood family

Summary: Steve wants a family, that much is clear from the movies, so the idea is he finds someone in Brooklyn that is related to him.

He couldn’t get himself to knock so he stood at the door uncomfortable close. Steve has nothing from his past life, his apartment was rented out to someone, everyone he knew was dead, the air smelled different, so did the growing winter chill. But he was never one to give in so easily. He was bound to have some sort of family. And he did. He was at their doorstep. 

His mom's sister's grandson. Steve got one of the SHIELD people to get the info for him, he loved Natasha but she would have given him everything this man had ever done before and he didn't want that info. Now he was thinking maybe he should have.

Knock knock

It took fourteen heartbeats for the door to open and show a young man in a tank top scratching his head and squinting, skin tanned with freckles from the sun and two moles on his neck that made vampire bites. His squint didn't let up however. "What'cha selling. I don't want it."

"I'm not here to sell anything. I'm looking for [F.Name]."

[F.Name] stopped scratching. "I beg your pardon."

"[F.Name] [L.Name]."

"I can't see, who am I talking to?" He seemed to be one hundred percent serious about the sight thing, his eyes didn't focus on him.

"This is going to sound crazy but I'm your cousin."

"I can see color," He frowned, knitting his eyebrows in the same way his aunt would, genuinely confused but very willing to hear someone out.

"My name is Steve Rogers. My mom was your grandma's sister."

This was the part he expected to fight for, to show proof or explain further. He didn’t need to though. "Oh. Yeah. That. Come in then." [Name] stepped back and held the door from the side. So he took the invite with confusion, sat on the couch while [Name] took the other. "First things first. My mom is dead, but I guess you knew that. She said she didn't want you to see her if she couldn't recognize you. I'm guessing you've been through that too though."

Steve rubbed his hands and thought of his cousin, wondering if he could handle seeing her like that while Peggy was doing the same. "Yeah I have."

"Sorry, man. Can't imagine waking up from a nap to all of this mess. Then having to do what you do. I do not envy you."

"You knew we were related? And you never said anything."

"Why would I?"

"I've had people tell that to me before. Not all of them were kids." He was a big figure and had diplomatic immunity to a certain extent, after he saved the world last time he had it again. In short, a good person to have in your pocket.

"To be honest, I didn't think you'd want to see me."

"Why?"

"I'm 'colored'. You're from the 1930s." It made sense and he never thought about it before. To think that was what got in the way of seeing him was depressing. "I figured you wouldn't but I didn't want to risk it."

Peter B is a fucking HIMBO

Summary: Peter is very smart and not dumb at all. That being said, I just want a himbo so here we are.

It was so fucking hot. Summer was not your favorite time of year and it never will be. The beach was always crowded and so was every building, the good stuff at stores was always sold out unless you got to it early, and vendors had lines that led to the train. And here you were sitting on a bench in the park that had no shade waiting. There was shade a bit away but you told Peter you would be there and you didn’t want to risk it, even if the time was flying and baking you. 

You looked around again not actually expecting to see the man you were waiting for, even less so that he would be running. Sweating to the point his work shirt was starting to show what was underneath and disappoint you it was another shirt. He did a hard stop in front of you and struggled to catch his breath, face flushed, chest heaving. “Hey, I’m sorry I’m,” 

You swept your lust under the rug and let your panic take front. “Peter, why were you running? I thought you were taking the bus.”

“I ran to see you dingus.” He laughed and looked at you with a squinty smile that moved what was under the rug. “You won’t believe everything that’s happened but let’s go over there first.”

He all but collapsed under the tree shade and propped his arm on his knee while his thigh pushed his stomach pudge. “You should take off your shirt.” You said. “To get cooler.” You found out a long time ago he didn’t see your impure ogling. At first you thought it was something he was ignoring or thought it was weird but then you blurted out you wanted to feel his chapstick and he actually gave you his chapstick.

“Yeah.” Like always he listened and agreed before going on. “So the epic tale goes a little like this; I wasn’t supposed to go to work today but I got roped in to do a half shift so when I got out I had to come straight here. Then the buses got out of order so I took the wrong one. I ended up a few blocks down and the next bus was going to make me even more late if it even got me here. So I ran.”

"You didn't have to do all that just to meet me." You knew what he was going to say. He was a creature of habit.

"I wanted to." Kind to a fault.  ->

-> There was one thing in your way of you asking to have him. "Oh, I have new pictures of Mayday." He was married, even had a kid.

And if I die before I wake

Summary: Now, I give my characters fucked up powers to the point I think I might be sadistic. So imagine not being able to die. Also I grew up very religious so I know this prayer very well.

I pray the lord my soul to take.

But you learned God didn't want you by his side. At the age fourteen you were in an accident. In the hospital you and your father were pronounced dead, but you woke up on the operating table. It was a miracle. Then you died in an alley, a mugging gone wrong. You looked out to the bustling street from the shadow and held a bleeding chest. But you did wake.

The great tale of Cain and Abel wasn't something that needed to be recited to you. It seemed to you like your father was Abel, blessed to salvation, and you were Cain, doomed to walk the earth. What was your crime? You couldn't imagine what you did as a child that warranted punishment but you did everything to repent for your sin.

At church there was a man, a broad man with posture somehow tensed and slouched praying in mumbling Spanish. He went when there were no sermons and less people, his time was for him and no one else. Just like you. So you did your best to not bother him. He seemed not to notice and it was nice for you. Together but not. You doubted he felt the same.

Then a fucking Rhino man busted into the hall and destroyed everything. You would say desecrated but you weren’t feeling particularly preachy after. Maybe that was why you were how you were. Spiderman was there to save the day and all was well for everyone else. You left through allies to succumb to your wounds, to bleed out praying it was the last time. As you stumbled you heard a person behind you. You told them you didn’t have any money or anything of value on your person. But they caught you and lowered you to the ground. They seemed to recognize nothing could be done so they just held your hand. You asked them to let you die alone and they shushed you.

You woke up to the sounds of ambulance sirens and you ran before you found out if they were for you or not. It was a traumatic event when you died but you steeled yourself first so you could get safe before you dealt with your mind. Like every time you went back to church. You followed the signs to a temporary place of worship to atone. 

The second day of your repent you saw the man and when he saw you he didn't move so you didn't notice him.

He grabs you because his knee jerk reaction is that you are still dying so he is trying to catch you before you fall

Say in Spanish you are haunting him

He is making a very big scene that he is then going to have to explain especially if he has to take a few steps

He looks you horrified and goes to you later to ask if you were okay alluding to the idea he knows you got hurt he just doesn’t know to what extent

Say in Spanish you are haunting him

He sees you but you don’t so he has time to collect himself before he goes to speak to you and you both have a half honest conversation (WINNER)

You do not admit you are repenting and it may or may not be obvious you are not praying for others

He says he was checking on you because he was there but you didn’t see him there and he may or may not have noticed exactly who you were

It's something you would never know but he did see you before he walked up. You figured as much but you never knew for sure. Unlike him you didn’t mutter your prayers but unlike him you made it very obvious how you were dealing with the prayers. He knew you were losing your mind.

He asked to sit with you before asking if you were okay. A small gesture, one you would have welcomed at any time but now, so soon after death, it was hard. He said he was checking up on you because he thought he saw you get hurt. You told him nothing of the sort happened and mentioned in passing you didn't see him there. You both were hiding, one just had a question that needed answering. ->

->You felt like you were being watched, when you were walking home from work, from church. Nueva York wasn't the safest place in the world but you had never felt like that. And it happened for a very good while before something came of it. A woman attacked you in any alley. You didn't know why but she said it was your fault. 

Spiderman swooped in and did his thing but added to the routine. He asked who you were and you panicked, rightfully so. "I'm not sure I follow."

"Most people don't get up after bleeding out. Answers, talk fast." He said walking forward. Slow, painfully slow. And you backed away even slower because you knew there was no way you would out run him.

"I don't know, it just happens." He kept walking. That wasn't enough. "I get back up and I can't explain it. Every time I think it's the end, it's not." It still wasn't enough. "I don't want to be like this. I just want to stay dead." That was enough.

Two weeks after the initial incident he finally came to you as a civilian again. Introduced himself and asked your name saying he had always seen you but never found a reason to speak. Finally a name to the face, Miguel O'hara. An overall quiet man, calm in nature and polite. He started to speak to you after that.

There was still the feeling of being watched, it must have not been the woman. You stopped and looked around. When you looked up you thought you saw something on the roof but then pigeons flew off so you brushed it off. But when the same thing happened again you thought maybe someone caught onto your living situation. Then again, maybe not.

The church was set up again and you thanked God. You didn't talk on the pews before him and he'd be the only person you would. It was pleasant, chattering whispers to not disturb like it wasn't just five people in the room spread out farther than any hearing range. The topic of jobs came up and you had an underwhelming answer. (He said he did a lot of computer work, whether it was at a computer or on you didn’t know./He said he was an engineer who worked on his time.) Not a lie.

A month went by and you acted on impulse, you asked if you could confess to him. He asked if he should be the one to hear it but you assured it wasn’t something you would be condemned for. You admitted you lied to him when you said you weren’t hurt after the church incident. You said you thought you were visited by an angel who was going to take you away but it wasn’t, it left you there.

#atsv #gender neutral reader #peter b. parker #steve rogers #miguel o'hara #marvel #wip

[mjvnivsbrvtvs]

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#my dad's health. the fact that we still havent been able to get an appointment with a specialist #my uncle still has terminal cancer. my dad's going to have to be on dialysis for the rest of his life. stupid wedding drama happening #with one of my cousins. nothing stops and i want to sit on a beach for awhile and be nothing #i feel like im too much to deal with and the more i try to box it up the worse it gets #the way i cant even figure out an after note section without bursting into tears because i remembered why this story even exists #i have done nothing but cry all day and GOD im TIRED of it #RIP this is going to be super embarrassing to read over in the morning #medical / cw #anyway! in the tags this all goes! i feel like whenever i make text posts im begging for attention and i hate that more than i hate myself! #im just. god. it's 1am and im sobbing and it feels like all of this sadness is just bleeding out of me and i want someone to know #but also we cant let the people know we want to (redacted) so tags! into the tags! the same sense of passive validation #but in the morning i can look at this and laugh at myself or something

[pennylanefics]

drive - jacob black

a/n: this is completely inspired by ‘fictional soundscapes’ on youtube, and their video “jacob driving” IT GIVES ME SO MANY FEELS AND IT’S SUCH A PEACEFUL AUDIO AND BROUGHT THIS ON AND YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY GO LISTEN. okay. :)

*gif is not mine, credit goes to the owner*

•••

you and jacob had gotten in a fight while taking a walk on the beach. you hated how much time he was spending with bella instead of you, seeing as he is your boyfriend and not hers.

what you thought would be a peaceful walk turned into jacob bringing up a story about his and bella’s recent hang out, on a day that he promised to spend with you instead, and you lost it.

you didn’t mind his friendship with her, after he told you that she had fallen into a depression when edward left, you were glad she had someone to turn to. what you didn’t like was him ditching you to spend countless hours with her and leaving you in the dust.

“jake, you know i don’t care about you hanging out with her, but once in a while, i’d like to spend time with you as well! we were supposed to go to the zoo the other day and you just so happened to forget that and went off with her instead. i don’t think you understand that you’re my boyfriend, yet you don’t act like one!”

this changes something in jacob. he hears the pain in your voice and he can sense your anger and heartbreak. he doesn’t say a word, instead gazing at the ground, disappointed in himself, knowing everything you said is true.

“just take me home,” you mumble, walking off the beach and to jacob’s truck. he stands there for a moment, watching you walk away, giving you some space before following your footsteps.

by the time he reaches his car, you are already inside, wanting to be out of the cold air that was taking over. but seeing as the heating in jacob’s car wasn’t working, you knew it was going to be a long drive back.

jacob starts the car up and pulls away from the side of the road into the lane. you stare out the window, trying to wrap your jacket around you tighter, but it was no use. jacob sees your shivering figure, but decides against saying anything just yet, knowing he really hurt you.

after a while of driving, jacob turns the radio on, hating the deafening silence. satellite heart by anya marina starts playing. your eyes widen and you want to look over at jacob, but you don’t. he wants to look at you as well, but doesn’t, keeping his eyes on the road.

it’s the song that you and jacob slow-danced to at his cousin’s wedding. when he admitted his feelings for you. when you shared your first kiss.

it was the moment you fell in love with him. the things he said, the things he described, the way he looked in the dim light, his long hair framing his face perfectly. it’s a moment you’ll never forget. ever since then it’s been your song.

by now, it was growing dark as you entered forks, only a couple minutes away from your house. there still wasn’t a single word spoken, and when jacob puts the truck in park in front of your house, neither of you move.

the song was still playing and as soon as it ended, jacob turned the radio off, figuring now would be a good time to talk.

“i’m sorry for not acting like your boyfriend,” he begins, staring straight forward. “i never wanted you to feel neglected or left behind.”

“then why have you ditched me so much to see bella?”

“because i…” he doesn’t really know the true reason. he loves you so much, he hates that he’s abandoned you like this.

“jake, i don’t want to fight, and i definitely don’t want another girl coming between us. so please. just tell me now if you don’t want to be with me anymore and you c-can go run off with b-”

“no, no no!” he stops you from finishing your sentence, finally reaching over and bringing you into his arms. hearing your voice waver and a sniffle broke him. “i don’t want to leave you for her.”

“then what’s going on? because it certainly feels like you do.”

“i guess i just got caught up in having a childhood friend back again. and i also promised charlie i would offer some sort of friendship and distraction for her because her boyfriend recently left her. i promise i have no feelings for her whatsoever.”

“you don’t?” jacob shakes his head in response, a serious and stern look on his face.

“no. i meant it when i said you’re the only one for me, and like our song says, i’ll be true to you. i’m yours forever, baby.”

“but what if you find an imprint?” he can’t help but chuckle, completely forgetting to tell you.

“i imprinted on you already. earlier today, at the beach, right before we got into the fight. and that’s probably what brought it on. you could feel the connection and your jealousy got fired up because you were feeling somewhat protective over me as well.”

“isn’t that you who’s supposed to feel protective?”

“well yeah. but you will feel some sense of it as well. not as strong as i will, but it’s there. bella being too close to me triggered it.”

“oh.”

“hey, look at me,” he whispers, tilting your chin up to look at him. “i love you and only you. i truly am sorry for not being a good boyfriend. i think the imprint is going to change this. i definitely won’t be spending as much time with her, because i want to spend time with you. i need to spend time with you to make up for what i’ve done.” his voice is filled with love and care for you. you can feel how much he means it.

“i love you too, jake.” he leans in, wanting nothing more than to kiss you to prove his love for you.

you don’t pull away, allowing him to press his lips to yours in a sweet yet soft kiss.

“can we go on a little drive?” you ask, pulling away. “i’m not ready to leave you yet and we didn’t exactly get to enjoy our song.”

“of course, hun. stay cuddled up with me because i can still feel you shivering.” you giggle and allow him to move back to the driver’s seat. once he starts the car again, you snuggle up to his side, circling your arms around his right one, which rests on your legs.

he clicks the radio off and instead hooks his phone up, playing the same song that sits in a playlist filled with other songs you two enjoy.

jacob drives around your neighborhood, seeing as it was getting late and he didn’t want to keep you for too long. when the song ends for the second time, he heads back to your house, but still, you don’t want to leave him.

“why don’t you stay over for the night?” you offer. “my mom’s gone with her boyfriend for the weekend, and she won’t be home until monday.”

“okay,” he agrees immediately, getting out of the car and following you inside.

soon, you two are cuddled up under your covers, jacob shirtless of course, and you in an old t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts.

“i’m sorry for starting a fight today. i just don’t want to lose you to someone else,” you whisper, avoiding eye contact by drawing random shapes on his chest. it rumbles beneath your touch.

“i already checked in with sam and he says it’s normal. no need to apologize, babe.”

silence falls between the two of you as you enjoy his presence for the first time in days.

“you’re my girl, and you always will be, okay?” he whispers against your forehead. you nod and snuggle closer to him. “no matter what.”

#jacob black #jacob black imagines #jacob black imagine #jacob black x reader #twilight #twilight new moon #twilight eclipse #the twilight saga #twilight trilogy #imagines #fanfiction #fanfic

[mayyourshipsbewithyou]

Things I loved about In the Heights

-The sounds of the city are part of the music of the opening song

-The frame story is the only way this story should be told; the story only works if it shows the results of Usnavi's decision to stay

-Anthony and Lin shaking hands

-Yay to random mixed race couple asking for directions

-“I hope you’re writing this down I’m gonna test you later” only makes sense with kids

-Showing different residents of Washington Heights provides scale

-I’m not sure about the decision to cut Camila, but if it means less Nina drama, then I love it

-I love how Usnavi has his friends’ orders all ready to go

-LOVE how Usnavi announces Benny’s entrance

-Everything about Vanessa in this movie is perfect=> she’s given so much more depth, her beauty is downplayed, she’s kind of a nerd, but has a beautiful smile

-Nina’s heels=> metaphor for her reaching for the stars

-I love the actress that plays Nina; she’s the right age and her singing voice is so sweet

-Nina’s hair is straight when she’s at school; as soon as she comes home, it’s curly=>she can be herself at home

-When Nina turns around and sees the crowd of people counting on her=> I felt that

-I love seeing Nina get her acceptance letter; I remember what that was like for my brother

-Camila must have died while Nina was at college in this version; Nina lost her mother recently which helps explain her different reason for dropping out; she feels lost

-I don’t know why Sonny is using this deep voice, but I love it!

-Whoever decided to have 96,000 take place at the pool is a genius

-The graphics at the beginning of 96,000 are good for helping regular people understand the rap

-Pete just put his arm around Sonny=> are they dating?

-Sonny yelling 96,000 as he enters the pool=> the sound design

-Pete nodding along to Usnavi=> sucking up to the family

-Usnavi is such a proud cousin-uncle during Sonny’s part in 96,000

-Vanessa making her “I'll be downtown” walk down a ramp

-The dancer doing flips is now a diver doing spins into the pool

-On stage, the lighting was dark; in the movie, it’s underwater

-The circles of people in the pool reflect the zeros in 96,000

-Lin and Chris being rivals is perfect; their bromance is everything

-Nina and Benny being together before the events of the movie means they are the beta couple and have less drama than Usnavi/Vanessa which is how it should be

-Benny joins in during “on that fire escape”=> like West Side Story

-Benny’s “Let me in” against the fence is hilarious

-Nina and Benny are FUN, not angsty like in the original

-Nina following the little girl=> following herself, following her dreams which eventually lead her to the sea; all of this is done while she’s talking about her past

-Nina and Benny instrumental™ part 1 in the middle of “When You’re Home”, Benny interrupts=> their story isn't complete yet

-Benny says he believes in her without discounting her feelings

-Everyone loving Nina=> I finally get it

-Nina is home geographically and with people who love her

-Benny is Nina’s home

-In the Heights is about how dreams are great, but the life you have now can be so beautiful

-Nina’s hair during the dinner/club scene is great

-Usnavi is wearing his dad’s hat for his date with Vanessa; he knows that she is to him what his mom was for his dad

-Family dinners are the same in every culture

-Awkwardness of long-time friends going on a date

-Vanessa offers Usnavi his first drink of the night; he thinks that’s what she wants; because why would she want him and only him?

-Usnavi whispering in Vanessa’s ear is so sexy

-Love that Benny is on Nina’s side instead of being mad at her

-I wonder if they thought 5 years of Benny working for Kevin was too much or too little since they changed that line to "all these years"

-Benny’s reactions to Vanessa dancing at the club are hilarious

-Vanessa laughing at Usnavi dancing with someone else

-Nina is always smiling and laughing at the things going on around her; not as self centered

-Nina and Benny dancing at the club=> all of the yeses

-Usnavi is too nervous about being alone with Vanessa that he un-dated himself; he wasn’t quite ready

-Love that they consciously cut all the “Usnavi, help me” parts=> Vanessa is not a victim

-Fireworks are a romantic setting for Sonny and Pete, just saying

-Usnavi/Benny/Nina talking about the fourth member of their square gives me feelings; I need more of these four in fanfic, my dreams

-“I got to wait for Vanessa”=> the stuff dreams are made of

-Benny is such a good person; he’s even better than the original which is what he deserves

-Usnavi is relieved to have Vanessa call his name

-“Don’t walk away from us tonight”=> great addition

-To give Usnavi and Vanessa some of Nina and Benny’s original lines is to see the face of God

-The first time I saw this, I’m ashamed to admit, I thought Benny was going to steal money from the dispatch; I was a fool

-Dancer with fireworks on his shoes

-Benny is smart and good; he isn’t doing this for Kevin or Nina but for the people of New York

-Abuela was able to see stars again on the last night of her life

-I’m sad Blackout isn’t exactly the same but the orchestral parts that cover up what is unsaid is so beautiful it makes up for it

-Abuela’s family is her “fireworks”; they are what light up the Heights

-Sonny came to Usnavi instead of being with his dad during the blackout; his real family

-Abuela’s smile as she looks at her family while reflecting on her childhood is the most beautiful thing there will ever be

-Paciencia y Fe as a dream sequence is how it was meant to be

-The transition on the subway from reality to memory

-Paciencia y Fe is a mixture of cultures; like Abuela’s memories

-“Wide awake”=> stepping off the subway

-The same actress played Abuela on Broadway and in the movie

-Abuela may be in a musical, but she’s still an old woman

-“As I feed these birds”=> back to the present

-Calor means heat in Spanish but in English it sounds like color

-Abuela dying during the night of the blackout is perfect

-Usnavi saying “she was just here” twice: when she was literally just there and many years, maybe a decade, after the fact

-Usnavi’s daughter is the life that goes on after Abuela is gone

-Usnavi and Nina crying together

-Those closest to Abuela are inside and everyone else is outside

-Iris was sitting on the outside and now she’s in the middle; needed comfort from her friends

-“Should we take a break?”=> we’re past the point of an intermission

-“No daddy, keep going”=> does this look like a stage production to you? It’s a fucking movie

-There isn’t a clear point for an intermission; the action stays strong over where the intermission should be; this is a movie, not a play, and movies don’t have intermissions

-Everyone’s holding candles; like the stars Abuela loved so much

-Iris called Usnavi Daddy for the first time because that was the point in the story where he needed to hear that the most

-“I thought about the people I care about the most, I thought about you”

-Anthony makes Usnavi sexy in a way Lin never could

-So many people love Vanessa, but no one better than Usnavi

-Abuela paid to have Camila's napkins cleaned after all

-Usnavi is the kind of parent that doesn’t sugarcoat life

-Vanessa listed no emergency contacts even though she had people

-“That’s senorita to you”=> yes girl, get it

-Love Daniela for getting everyone out of their asses

-“Tonteria” means foolishness=> the more you know

-How fast Carla says no to “ask me why” shows how quickly she wants to please her love

-Usnavi’s Nueva York t-shirt=> I need it

-Daniela’s first effect being on a woman whose hair is terrible

-Carla pushing that man away from her woman with a bullshit excuse

-My friend was laughing at the parts that were meant to be jokes

-Usnavi’s entrance being announced in Carnaval del Barrio; just like Benny in the opening song

-“There’s nothing holding me down”=> assuming he was rejected

-The different communities dancing with their flags

-Nina being part of Carnaval del Barrio is great

-Even Kevin, kind of an old man, can get down

-Since Nina and Benny sex scene wasn’t shown on screen (praise Jesus), I have to assume Nina told Daniela even though she knows she’s a huge gossip

-Everyone stops because Sonny, a kid, starts singing

-Vanessa and Sonny are so powerful together

-Vanessa’s hand on Sonny’s shoulder

-A kid providing Usnavi with the “flag I’ve got in my hand”

-Usnavi and Vanessa dancing together is muy romantico

-Everything about Nina’s appearance in “When the Sun Goes Down”

-“Let me just listen to my block”=> peak Nina

-Abuela wrote “for Usnavi” on her lotto ticket 😭

-They cut so many songs but kept Champagne=>I love their priorities

-The pause before “you outta stay”

-Everyone has such great chemistry; especially Usnavi and Vanessa

-The choreography in Champagne is what I’ve always imagined

-Usnavi didn’t have time to cash in because Vanessa came over

-Vanessa and Pete friendship for the win

-“Best days of my life” is said thrice=> good things come in threes

-Usnavi staring at the room where Vanessa kissed him

-Iris knows he stayed; she loves her dad so much

-Usnavi looking out his window in Washington Heights and seeing his friends on his dad’s beach

-When Usnavi talks about Kevin at the dispatch, the camera flashes to an abandoned building

-“Vanessa at the salon”=> Usnavi sheds a tear

-Vanessa being front and center during Usnavi’s decision to stay

-Hearing the sounds of the beach during the unveiling

-It’s all about Vanessa=> perfection

-Lin being at the ending is perfect no matter the context

-“Say it so it doesn’t disappear”=> the sad reality is your neighborhood probably will disappear

-Usnavi telling his daughter “you’re it” is everything

-Iris understanding all of the little details of her father’s store now that she knows his story

-Iris is the goddess of the rainbow like the light that appears when water appears on a sunlit day

-“Man, you talk forever”=> that’s so “How I Met Your Mother”

-Iris has a necklace of seashells, like the islands

-Vanessa would sooner get wet than let go of Usnavi’s hand

#in the heights #in the heights 2021 #usnavi #vanessa #usnavi x vanessa #anthony ramos #lin manuel miranda #washington heights #camila rosario #nina rosario #benny #breathe #leslie grace #sonny #96000 #graffiti pete #sonny x pete #christopher jackson #nina x benny #when you're home #kevin rosario #abuela claudia #the club #blackout #paciencia y fe #iris #daniela #carnaval del barrio #carla #daniela x carla

[ev-pierce-writes]

Quantum Entanglement

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Words: 6.4k (oops)

Rating: 18+ (get outta here ya children)

Summary: Steve Rogers decides to disappear, take some time for himself in the solitude of a small town where he meets you.

Warnings: p in v. oral fem receiving. size kink (reader is much smaller than Steve in more ways than one). soft (very very soft) fem dom.

AN: This is stupid soft. Just simping all over the gd place. I'm so sorry but my baby Steve deserves nothing but the purest, sweetest form of love and that's what he's getting, though I imagine he likes to be ordered around. Took me way too long to feel good about this.

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There had been the snap. And then the resurrection. Steve had lost everyone he loved and then had most of them returned, and it felt good to go back to normal, in some ways. In other ways, it was stifling.

As the world reeled and tried to figure out how to "be normal" in a time that was anything but, normalcy felt forced, rushed, exaggerated. He wanted to be in this world, of course. The 1940s were no longer his home, and Steve had everything he wanted here. But he didn't feel complete. A piece was always missing, something from a past life, that he couldn't quite name but knew he had to find.

So he disappeared. Went undercover as some might call it. Bucky knew, of course, and Sam on some level. But to the rest of the world, he had slipped quietly back into the past to live the rest of his life. In reality, he'd slipped into Herrington, Massachusetts, a small coastal town where he was invisible to the world.

He'd found a little house, a cottage on the beach, and settled in completely. He didn't need a job, the government was more than willing to pay him a severance check of some sort, but he took one anyway, stocking the local grocery store and delivering groceries to the elderly when they ordered. It was just antiquated enough to remind him of a faraway time, of the past, but didn't force him to give up his wifi and color television. That was something he'd come to love.

And that was where he met you. You, the petite spitfire with a bone to pick with the entire world. Fierce, loyal, and slightly terrifying when double-crossed. The first time he met you, you had come out of your great-aunt's house shaking a fist over the groceries.

"I told Mr. Pierce," you were yelling, "not to skimp me on the meat." Mr. Pierce was the grocery store owner. And the meat in question was a roast, for what purpose, Steve wasn't sure, but one that apparently did not satisfy your desires.

You hadn't been the one to answer the door, that was your great-aunt Agnes, a kind, leather-faced woman who liked to tip Steve a healthy amount for "carrying all those heavy groceries for a silly old lady like me."

"It's no problem ma'am," he'd replied and stepped back toward his motorcycle, recently decked out with a basket on the back to transport deliveries. Then you'd chased him down the road until he noticed you and stopped, shouting all the way.

"When you see him," you said, your finger wagging in his face, puffing and out of breath from your yelling and running, "tell the bastard that's the last time he gets away with making me pay for his shitty cuts of meat."

Steve didn't really know what to say, but then your face softened, your voice calmed, and you took a deep breath. Maybe the panicked look on his face had made you have a change of heart. "I apologize for yelling at you, I know you're just the messenger. But that slimy son-of-a-bitch is going to get what's coming for him someday."

"I'll let him know," Steve replied with half a smile on his face.

"You aren't from around here are you?" you had asked, a sudden look of curiosity in your bright eyes.

Steve nodded. "Just moved here."

"Look, I'm really sorry." You stuck out your hand and introduced yourself, and Steve had found that hand to be surprisingly supple and calloused for its tiny size. "Let me make it up to you. Aunt Agnes seems to like you. We're having a potluck tonight, her place. Why don't you come by and meet the neighbors? I'm sure they'd love a new face, especially one as handsome and friendly as yours. Maybe make some friends, even."

You were being surprisingly friendly and sincere, and Steve had no choice but to accept the invitation.

So that's how he ended up in an old lady's backyard, handing off a bowl of his mother's jello salad (it was a potluck after all), and accepting a beer from a man who looked similar enough to be your brother (a cousin, it turned out). You didn't even notice his arrival, flying about, getting everything set up, taking part in the appropriate amount of small talk. Earlier, when you'd chased Steve down the road, your hair had been flung all about your head, wisps of it sticking out from all directions and looking positively a mess. You'd been wearing jeans with mud on the knees and a t-shirt that had more holes than necessary for your arms and head. Now, your hair was pinned back and tamed and you floated about in a soft blue sundress, revealing a delicate plane of skin across your shoulders and tan arms and legs.

The calloused hands and muddy jeans made sense now as well. The backyard of Aunt Agnes' house was primarily a garden, not only beautiful rose bushes and creeping wisteria but rows and rows of fruits and vegetables, cucumbers, tomatoes, watermelon, strawberries. The work was obviously the product of a talented gardener.

Aunt Agnes was the one to welcome him in, having noticed Steve before you did and taking his arm. She began to talk, of you and the neighborhood and her many, many family members. She introduced them one by one, though most of the names he immediately forgot. But it was a blessing to not be recognized and he relished the feeling. Sure, he'd grown out his beard and his hair was a bit longer than the standard military high and tight, and he wore a flannel with the sleeves rolled up instead of red, white, and blue spangles, but it still amazed him that he could pass through the world like this.

Eventually, the conversations became too much, and Steve excused himself to the kitchen to find a drink while he waited for the food to be ready. Really he just wanted some silence, a relief from society. But you'd beat him there, and, ever the busy bee, were scrambling to fill a cooler with more ice.

"Steve!" you exclaimed when you saw him, pleasant surprise plastered across your face. "I'm so glad you came."

You reached out and gave him a hug that took Steve so much by surprise he almost forgot to return it. It was shockingly warm, your arms around his neck, and though he had to stoop down to your level, he wrapped his arms around your waist anyways.

"I hope they didn't overwhelm you out there. My family can be a lot."

"No, not at all. Just needed some quiet. I'll let you get back to work."

"I could actually use your help if you don't mind."

You directed him into the front room toward a stack of boxes, cases of drinks he assumed. When Steve returned to the kitchen, all four boxes piled in his arms, you nearly dropped the glasses in your hands in shock. You recovered quickly, trying to remain polite despite your poorly hidden astonishment, but Steve could already tell you were trying to compute how he had managed to carry over a hundred pounds of drinks in one go.

"You can, um, put them on the counter I guess," you managed to stutter out. Your sudden flustered state was amusing, and Steve noticed he liked the way you seemed almost embarrassed, cheeks flushed pink, though he had no idea why you should feel that way.

But then you picked back up with your normal bubbly chatter, and Steve found himself lingering longer and longer in the kitchen with you until he realized neither of you were doing anything but talking, the work abandoned in lieu of discussions about the town, your stall at the farmers market, and eventually, very naturally, the passing of your parents. The slip into deep conversation was easy, surprisingly easy, easier than it had ever been with anyone else, even though Steve felt himself having to lie a bit about his past. Sure, he could admit to being from Brooklyn and having no family and his stint in the military, but that was about the extent of it. He found himself wanting to tell you more but refraining.

When your cousin called that food was ready from the backyard, the jolt back to reality was abrupt and almost unwelcome, until you smiled and allowed him to put a hand on your back, pulling Steve out to enjoy some food.

As night fell, lights twinkled on in the backyard, and the summer heat reduced to a light thrum as the breeze from the ocean swept through the town. Fireflies glowed in the darkness of the low trees behind the house and you seemed to glow as well, good food and friendly conversation lighting your face up with joy. You caught Steve's eye several times during the night, noticing him watching you from across the garden, but he didn't care. He liked that his attention made you smile.

Finally, the party began to dwindle, as parents with young kids trickled out, followed by the older folks, heading off to bed. Soon, even Aunt Agnes turned in and only the cousins close to you in age remained. They pulled out the stronger bottles of alcohol, sitting in plastic chairs and passing shots around the barbeque that still glowed hot with coals. Steve accepted every pass of vodka that came his way, despite knowing it wouldn't get him even remotely drunk. But the camaraderie of the moment helped ease a bit of that gaping hole in his soul so he clung to it as best he could. And you were sitting next to him, insisting he take a sip, and again he couldn't turn you down.

"And then Jack nearly sunk the boat in the bay," you were saying, telling the story of one of your cousin's finer moments. "Your dad almost killed us."

"Oh you want to bring that up?" he teased. "How about the time you snuck out and Aunt Agnes caught you making out with Michael on the beach."

You blushed bright red at the reminder but protested that was years ago. Then another cousin brought up his own late-night escapades and you devolved into a fit of giggles, leaning so far out of your chair that Steve had to catch you before you slipped right to the ground. Your hand gripped his to recover but, to his surprise, you never removed it, even as you righted yourself in your seat. Your hand just remained in his, your small fingers wrapped in his large ones, as you turned to pester him into telling a story.

"What about you Steve? Tell us an embarrassing story."

He looked around at the group and they leaned in expectantly, curious to know more about the stranger who was quickly becoming a friend. Steve didn't know what to say, most of his stories involving things he wasn't yet ready to reveal about himself. So he picked one from long ago.

"I once picked a fight with a guy at a bar. He was a bit of a Nazi. Got my ass kicked. Fortunately, I had a friend to back me up or he definitely would have killed me."

Everyone looked shocked. "But you're so strong," someone spoke up. "Look at you. How could anyone beat you in a fight?"

Steve shrugged, not wanting to admit to it being a pre-serum story. "Guess I'm a bit of a pacifist."

He turned to you to gauge your reaction. Your eyes were wide, sparkling with mischief and curiosity and a hint of disbelief. For a moment Steve thought you had figured it out, figured out who he was, but then you started giggling again and the only thing keeping you in your seat was his hand in yours.

"That's not embarrassing Steve, that's just the most fucking noble thing I've ever heard. Making us all look bad."

Your teasing words made his heart flutter in his chest and he felt like he could get used to this crowd.

Eventually, the coals of the barbeque started to wink out, and the cousins excused themselves for the night, heading home on foot to the various houses they had come from. It seemed no one lived too far apart in this town. Suddenly, the backyard was quiet.

"Can I give you a hand cleaning up?" Steve asked, not wanting to leave you with the job that looked a bit overwhelming to him.

You looked around and shrugged, a little tipsy but fully aware that it was a big mess. "I'll probably just take care of it in the morning. Can you just help me get the dishes inside?"

Steve obediently gathered up plates and cups, filling the dishwasher in several trips. Finally, the last were inside and you stood in the kitchen filling the sink to wash the pots and pans while Steve tried awkwardly to find a way to say goodbye.

"Um, thank you," he said at last, "for welcoming me into your community. It means a lot. I'll, uh, see you later I guess. Have a good night."

You stopped your scrubbing to look up at him, bubbles up to your elbows, your face flushed from the warm night air and the alcohol.

"Steve?"

"Yeah?"

You paused, hesitant, eyes searching his face for confirmation of a mutual feeling. "Do you ever feel like you were meant to meet someone? For a reason?"

The question hit him like a ton of bricks, and he realized that this night had made him feel exactly that way, that somehow he was meant to end up here and meet you, of all people. Why else had there been an instant connection unless this was just the way you were with everyone?

But your question made him think otherwise. You had to be special. Steve, in that moment, could do nothing but nod in affirmation. And then, like you had both had the same thought at the same moment, you were meeting him halfway, rising on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around his neck, and kissing him. Really, truly, kissing him.

It was like that missing piece had found itself. You slotted your soul into his and Steve was pressing you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, and lifting you so he didn't have to bend down to reach you. Your wet hands tangled into his slightly too long hair, pulling him impossibly closer, tasting one another's tongues.

And that was the start of it, of late-night motorcycle rides down the causeway, of Saturdays spent on the beach that tapered into drinks with friends, of dinners filled with your chatter and smiles and laughter, and Steve couldn't believe how lucky he was. He was not used to this feeling, of building friendship and companionship and perhaps even love. And he certainly wasn't used to the intense desire to reach out and pinch your ass every time you showed up at his house wearing those gardening jeans, high-waisted and tight and so goddamn cute.

But he never did, was never sure how you'd react. You kissed him, a lot in fact, every morning that he came over and every night that he dropped you off at home. And you never shied away from telling him how handsome he was, how much you liked his hands and his arms and his short beard, how sweet he was and kind and soft and gentle. So many words, words that made his head spin and his world wobble and sway. But it never came to be more than that, never late at night when he was thinking of you most. And oh lord, did he think about you, how your small frame might fit against his in bed while you spooned and slept, or how tight you'd be if he fucked you until the sun rose. He didn't particularly like sleeping in bed, it was too soft for his taste and he tended to take the couch or even the floor most nights, but he would sleep in bed for you if you would just tell him that was what you wanted.

It was like you were waiting for the right moment. And apparently, that moment was July 4th, during the annual celebration. Steve had whispered to you that it was consequently also his birthday, and had begged you to keep that a secret, but it seemed you had simply forgotten the fact entirely. The day passed without mention that Steve was turning 39 (105 if he'd been really counting) and you kissed him as the fireworks exploded over the ocean, sitting in the sand, hands tangled together. He thought the two of you would sit through the show, but then you were standing and pulling him to his feet as well and slipping away as everyone else's faces were turned to the sky.

At your house, you pulled a small cake from the fridge, just big enough to split between two people, and lit a couple of candles as you sat next to him at the kitchen table. Of course, you hadn't forgotten.

"Make a wish," you said with a happy smile. So he did, hoping this summer would never end. "What did you wish for?"

"Can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true," he replied. But then you pouted and he lost all resolve. "How about I show you instead?"

The look on your face said it all, shock mixed with intrigue and the mischief he had noticed that first night almost a week ago. So he reached down and tugged your chair closer, forcing you to face him with your knees between his. And then he leaned over and kissed you, taking your small cheeks in his large palms, putting all the power of his suppressed feelings behind it. He hoped you understood that he wanted more than to just kiss you, he wanted to occupy space inside you, fill you, complete you. Steve could feel your smile against his lips.

You pulled away. "Did you wish that I was dessert instead of the cake?

"I might have. Should we make my wish come true?"

Again you smiled, bright and guiding like a lighthouse torch, and something in your demeanor changed. Instantly, you were relenting to his touch, letting him pull you further into his lap, straddling his waist and settling into him like that was where you were meant to be. The quiet house, probably as old as him in this New England town, creaked in the silence of the night, only occasionally disturbed by the bang of a firework. But it all faded away with you in his arms.

You fit perfectly, just as Steve had hoped.

"You gonna be gentle with me, big man?" you whispered, that same brilliant smile on your face, wiggling as close to him as possible, the fingers of one hand tangled into the hair at the nape of his neck, the others tracing down the point of his sharp nose and pressing against his soft lips. "You gonna fuck me good? Be a good boy?"

Oh, Christ. Steve nearly lost his mind with your hips so tight against his, lost it at your words that made his heart race and color rise to his cheeks. He could be good. Really damn good. You seemed to know something about him that Steve didn't even know about himself, of how much he liked your praise, your commanding tone. If there was anything he was good at, it was taking orders.

"You just keep telling me what to do and I'm all yours," he mumbled against your fingers, the thump of his heart beating in time with yours somewhere deep in your chest, echoes of one another in the silence of the house. Your hand came to grip his chin, pushing another kiss against his mouth, a kiss with lips parted in a sigh, the mingled palate of you and him, like a glass of wine on the beach and chocolate melted on the tongue, sweeping over taste buds and breathed into starved lungs.

"Mm, you taste so good. Like you were created just for me, don't you think?" you asked.

"Built from the best material, just for you." Built to love you, he wanted to say. Steve shut up instead.

You hummed with pleasure and the hand on his chin gripped a little harder, a little more suggestively. He opened his mouth obediently as you slipped your thumb between his lips, and he let you press it against the soft muscle of his tongue. You wanted him to taste you, so he did, his teeth biting gently down on the pad of your finger, another pleasant hum running down your body and straight to his groin.

He waited for your instruction.

"Undress me."

He complied, obediently. Steve's large hands hiked your sundress up around your waist, revealing the softness of your hips. His fingers smoothed up the length of your thighs, kneading at the flesh of your ass that he had so longed to touch. Your reaction was music to his ears, a soft moan leaving your lips and breathed against his, and Steve closed his eyes, arousal spreading through his body at the thought that he was making you react this way. His length hardened, tight in his pants, pressed against the thin layer of fabric that covered the heat of your core. The thought that he might not fit flickered through his mind but it dissipated at the feeling of your fingers pressing into the rough stubble of his jawline.

Steve's hands continued to travel further up your body, taking time to release the zipper of your dress down the length of your spine, and you answered his quiet, "can I?" by pulling slightly away and lifting your arms over your head. The dress landed somewhere in the kitchen and Steve dragged you close again, arms wrapped around your back to encompass you completely, his lips finding purchase against the skin of your neck.

"Look at you, so perfect," Steve mumbled, face pressed into your hair. If he had looked up he would have seen you blush, but he was too preoccupied letting his senses discover every piece of you he could touch, smell, or taste. He wanted to envelop you, inch by inch, roaming and discovering and satiating his curiosity, but you dragged his attention back to your face.

"Hey, eyes up here," you said, pulling his face toward yours and locking gazes. The intensity of your eye contact was stunning, but there was something else behind those eyes, something other than intense attraction and unsatisfied arousal. Was it doubt? Insecurity? The reason why you kissed him for so many nights and never asked for more? You were searching for something, and it came in the form of a question. "You won't leave me after this, right?"

There it was, the bit of insecurity, a fear of loss, of transience, of lacking control. Someone had hurt you before. Maybe that's why you approached everything in life with such ferocity and sincerity. But Steve would never hurt you like that, never let you feel that way again. He hoped you could see it in his eyes the way he felt about you, but words would be more reassurance. "I'm yours tonight. And tomorrow. And the day and week and month and year after that, if you'll have me that long. Whatever it is you need, I'll give it to you."

You blinked and then smiled and pressed another quick kiss to his lips before murmuring, "touch me" against them. So he did, trailing his hands over every sliver of skin before him. He felt the goosebumps rising in their wake, the downy hair on your legs and arms, the heat of your core against him, grinding almost imperceptibly to find some kind of friction, any friction. He wanted to touch you so desperately, but he got the sense that you needed to take the lead, that it would give the control you felt you lacked. So he slid a hand down the plane of your stomach and stopped just shy of dipping into your panties, waiting for your word. But you were no longer interested in playing games. Your hand found his and pulled him lower, using his fingers to press into the seem of your cunt, and he found you slick and warm with desire.

You urged him forward. "Rub my clit, baby. Slowly. Gently."

Slowly and gently. That he could do. His fingers crept absentmindedly closer to the swollen bundle of nerves and when he landed there, touch soft and circling, you jerked against him, your whole body moving with the force of anticipation and a cry leaving your lips. And though it seemed to burn, seemed to be torture for yourself, you demanded he do it again. Your forehead leaned against his, eyes shut tight, and Steve watched as your face contorted in pleasure as he flicked and circled again and again and again.

"Yes, baby. Perfect. So good. So. Fucking. Good."

Every bit of you was soft, from your neck where he placed his kisses to the curled hair hiding the swollen bud of your clit where his fingers played gently and rhythmically. Even the orgasm that gushed from your smooth cunt and stuttered from your lips was soft. You came with a choked cry as your hand pulled him closer by the back of his head, your tits pressed to his chest. Steve looked up to watch you devolve into pleasure, eyes squeezed tightly shut, your hair messy and swirling about your face, the straps of your bra slipping from your shoulder.

"Bed. Now. Right now," you demanded before you even had a chance to come down from your high. He would have been just as happy to have you in the kitchen, just like that, but Steve picked you up, with you latched to his chest like a koala, and carried you upstairs. You felt feather-light in his arms, easily tossed onto the mattress, your hands reaching out to pull his white t-shirt overhead and grab at the plane of his chest. Even as Steve kissed you again you couldn't stop tracing your fingertips over the lines of his torso, the ridges of his abs, the v-line that led tantalizingly toward the waistband of his pants. He felt his cock twitch and strain against the fabric of his boxers, the rough cotton not enough to stimulate him but enough to make him ache for your pussy. Your fluttering hands were not helping and Steve pictured your thin fingers wrapping around his length.

"Look at you," you said. "You're fucking perfect." It was Steve's turn to blush.

Steve wasn't...inexperienced. But it had been a while, to say the least, since he'd had the time or energy or capacity to even feel attracted to anyone. And even longer, perhaps never, since he felt the way he felt about you, like a bee to a flower, drunk on sweet nectar and high on honey. That was you, the delicate flower, so small and tender beneath him, yet as stunning and resonating and thunderous as the fireworks bursting somewhere overhead.

Fighting to survive was all Steve had known for so long, standing up to the bully and helping the fallen to their feet, that it was a relief to not have to be that man for you. You didn't require protection or help or anything from him at all, and yet you welcomed his presence endlessly. Steve realized he was not a need for you, but a want, and for the first time he felt valued for something real, something that wasn't just his brute strength, but something almost bordering on love. This he understood as he stared at your sweet face, caging you beneath him in bed.

"Earth to Steve," you said softly as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his pelvis down toward yours and dragging a deep groan from his lungs. He hadn't noticed he'd stopped kissing you and was getting lost in drinking you in amidst his reverie until your small hand pressed to the back of his neck and gently guided him back to your lips. But you stopped just shy, your eyebrows knitted in concern, taking his leisurely manner for uncertainty. "We can stop if you want."

"No, definitely not."

"Good. Then stop staring and kiss me."

"Where?" he teased.

"Everywhere, big man."

Everywhere was doable. So he started at your lips with one so big and breathless it rivaled Mount Everest. For a moment he let himself forget about everything except how long he could go without oxygen against your lips. But there remained more of you to taste.

Steve's lips connected with your chin and slid down your jawline, taking time to kiss the pulse of your neck and the dip of your clavicle. The fan of his breath tickled across your skin and you giggled, the purest sound of joy bubbling from your lips at his touch. More of that he wanted. So he continued down to the valley between your breasts, full and round despite your stature, removing your bra as he did so, nibbling lightly at the peaks of your chest before replacing his teeth with his pinching fingers and moving lower again. Lower toward the edge of your ribs, arched upward to meet the movement of his mouth, toward the slope of your hips, his sharp nose following each kiss as your underwear joined your bra into the abyss.

Your thighs he kissed, top to bottom, left and right, but it was your ass he couldn't get enough of, filling his grip with handfuls of your flesh, using it to pull you toward the edge of the bed where he kneeled, lifting your hips toward his face, your legs slung one over each shoulder. Steve sunk his tongue into your folds without warning and you gasped, your thighs suddenly squeezing tight around his head.

"Yes, right there," you hissed between ragged breaths.

He responded by burying deeper, gripping you harder, and moaning with delight at your overwhelming taste and scent bombarding his senses. You squirmed but didn't pull away as Steve's hands worked their way back up your stomach to cup the tissue of your breasts, the width of his palms capturing the flesh in one big handful. Your hands covered his, holding them there, forcing him to press you into the bed while his mouth left you twitching and bucking beneath his touch.

And in spite of the urgency with which Steve wished to devour you, he continued on leisurely, doing his best to build you up slowly and gently pick you apart bit by bit the way you had asked him to do it before. Your body betrayed its delight, evidenced enough by the way your legs hooked around him and held him down, but you praised him anyways, rapture falling from your lips between sporadic moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, Steve, you're so good, oh God yes, baby, you're doing so good, taste me like that," you cried, and the words spurred him onward, hurried his movements just slightly, his tongue circling your clit, fingers circling your areolas. He would do whatever you asked, jump off a cliff, take a bullet to the chest, drown himself in a river, if only to please you. But you would never ask anything of him that he couldn't give, and Steve knew the moment you asked for his heart it would be his heart you'd receive. And with that intent in his mind, he made you come undone with a silent cry.

Eventually, the trembling ceased, even as he continued to drink your release with the ministrations of his tongue.

"Oh fuck, you like the way I taste baby?" you asked. His affirmation came out muffled and sloppy between your legs. Even you were breathless, barely getting out the words, but you pushed him nonetheless. "I wanna hear you say it, Steve. You like eating me out? Like drinking my juices?"

"Fuck, yes, you taste like goddamn heaven, darling."

"Kiss me, Steve."

"Yes, ma'am."

He complied without a second thought, crawling back up your body to lean over you, giving you a taste of the heaven he had just dipped into. When your fingers found his belt, he helped you remove the rest of his clothes. And then your hands were roving down his chest again, searching blindly until they found what they were looking for. Steve groaned at your touch on his swollen cock.

You gasped. "Oh, God."

Before Steve could respond you pushed him over onto his back and straddled his thighs, eyeing the length on display before you, fingers around it as if testing the girth and finding them unable to wrap all the way around.

"Oh God," you repeated. A short laugh bubbled up from your throat, the controlling front you'd managed to maintain this whole time slipping from your tone.

"Something wrong?" he asked, feeling slightly inadequate under your scrutiny. Steve sat up to meet your eyes, hands finding their place on your hips.

You gazed at him, eyes wide and glassy. "You're gonna split me in half with that thing."

"We don't have to. Not if you aren't comfortable."

"Oh baby, I'm gonna get real comfortable sitting on your cock." Your sultry grin was back and you rose up on your knees to look down at him. Your other hand swiped between your legs, two fingers gathering the warm, wet juices of your orgasm, before joining the first around his cock. You pumped, rolling a drop of precum off the tip with your thumb and rubbing it down his length, mixing the release of your pleasure with his. Steve barely held back from bucking his hips into your hand. He would save that for your pussy.

"I want you to fill me," you whispered. "I wanna be so fucking full. Just go slowly, okay?"

"Slowly. I got you, baby girl. You can take me. Let me fill you."

Steve lifted your hips and guided you forward, aligning your entrance with his length. You moved at a crawling pace, letting gravity sink your pussy around him, pausing every inch to adjust to his intrusion. His biceps stung with the grip of your fingernails in his skin, but it was a welcome distraction from the rush of pleasure threatening to tip him over the edge prematurely. Agonizingly you dipped further, a cry falling from your lips, until you were fully seated, the tip of him pressed into the cavity behind your cervix. You were warm, so, so warm, and soft and tight and you fit perfectly, just like he knew you would.

"Fuck, Steve, you're so big."

"Am I hurting you?" he asked, wiping away a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

"No, fuck, no, you feel so good. I just--I can't move."

"I got you, darling," Steve whispered, his face falling to your chest and burying it in the soft flesh of your tits. And then he wrapped his arms around your waist and did all the moving for you, lifting you up and sinking you down again, just fast enough to make you gasp for air and whine his name. With every thrust, you cried out in pleasure.

"Don't stop, Steve, please, baby, don't stop."

The fingers of one hand tugged at his hair dampened by sweat, nails scratching lightly across his scalp, as the other fell between your legs. You pressed your fingers around your clit and along your entrance, feeling where Steve's thick cock was pushing in and out of your tight pussy, feeling how big he was, how much he filled you. The meandering touch of your fingers almost sent him straight over the edge.

But it was the slick warmth of your cunt that was too much, and Steve found himself resting his forehead more and more heavily against your chest, willing himself to give you everything you wanted before he even thought about himself. The satin scent of your skin, like talcum and rose and his cologne, intoxicated him with every breath, and he sucked and nibbled on one breast and then the other, mindlessly attending to the most sensitive parts of you. A drop of sweat rolled down your sternum and Steve chased it with his tongue, licking a warm stripe up the center of your chest.

"Tell me what you need, darling."

"Fuck, that's perfect," you whined. "You fuck me so good, baby. Don't stop. Gonna make me come--make me come so hard."

Your fingers pressed against your clit once more and then you were clenching around him, your already tight pussy settling into a pulsing vice grip, your body shaking against his while he kissed the sweat from your collar bones. Steve felt you pumping the life out of him, riding out your orgasm and dragging him closer to his. The hand that had been on your clit moved to cup the weight of his balls, pinching and massaging as they pulled in heavy with the need for release.

"Where do you want me, darling, you gotta tell me."

You practically ordered him to come inside you, told him you wanted to feel him sticky between your thighs all night and it was suddenly Steve's turn to come undone, his hot seed pumping deep inside you, his twitching member finally finding release. He moaned your name against your lips, pulling you into a final searing kiss.

When, after a good twenty minutes of not moving from that position, of breathing heavy and kissing softly, you finally pulled away to lean down and lick his cock clean, the sticky mingling of you and him on your tongue, and he had to fight the urge to get hard again. And when you kissed him again, he tasted that mingling, two souls becoming one, as they were meant to be.

He slept next to you for the first time that night, your small frame encased in his, even though there was no need to share body heat in the dead of summer. But he actually slept, no dreams, no nightmares, no waking up in the middle of the night. Just deep, heavy sleep, your head tucked beneath his chin, back to his bare chest, his hands holding your breasts, and your hands holding his. Tangled together. Souls as one.

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Just read your paranoid Bella post (it was awesome) and what stood out to me is that in these kinds of AUs the Quiletes seem to be kinda left out. If I recall, Billie actively tried to warn Bella that Cullens are bad news and even argued w Charlie about that. How do you think a scenario with Bella who’s not interested in Edward and instead rekindles her childhood friendship w Jacob from the get go (mb befriends Leah too? and is known as ‘the kid w her own company outside of school’) could go?

The post anon is referencing.

I guess I can answer this earlier than I would normally. Sometimes it's good to shuffle the posts around!

Why No Quileute?

Many of the AUs people ask about center around either the Twilight period (something about Bella is significantly different before Twilight begins), the New Moon period (New Moon changes in such a significant manner that Eclipse never happens), or very rarely the post Breaking Dawn period (Bella's off prancing in the woods and Jake is just kind of there).

With the first two especially the circumstances make it unlikely Bella will significantly cross paths with Jake let alone discover the secret of the wolves and meet the rest of the Tribe.

What Do You Mean Bella Might Not Find Out?!

Remember, Jake was not Bella's childhood friend, that was his older sisters. When Bella stops visiting Forks Jake, only a few years younger, seemed like light years younger than Bella Swan. He was not on her radar at all and was that annoying kid brother.

Even as a teenager, Bella's clearly bothered by the age gap between them, seeing it as much larger than it really is.

In the beginning of Twilight she's pleased to see Jake, is willing to flirt with him for information, but she's not at all interested. She only seeks him out in New Moon to work on the motorcycles with him as free labor. From that, the friendship we see through the rest of the series grows.

Before that, though, Billy was more on Bella's radar than Jake ever was. And Billy in canon is Bella's slight enemy as he tries to warn her away from Edward the vampire. Well, Bella certainly knows more than him! So, there, Billy!

As for the wolves themselves, they didn't want to tell Bella, Sam had Jake cut all ties. By happenstance Jake had happened to tell Bella this story and he happens to be able to jog her memory. Had that not happened, she would have assumed he left her just as Edward did and sunk even deeper into depression.

Likely, Charlie would have sent her to live with her mother.

She would never find out the mysteries of the "bears" in the woods, would never meet all the members of the tribe, would never truly develop her deep friendship with Jacob, and she and the Quileute would simply not cross paths.

Bella and the tribe very easily could have been ships passing in the night.

Why No Quileute in Paranoid Bella AU?

Now, this is a Bella who does not want to be with Edward but she's also a paranoid, terrified, wreck. Edward is sneaking into her room every night before Bella gets to First Beach

I imagine she likely does not go to the beach, or if she does, pointedly does not ask anyone about Edward. NOPE, SHE KNOWS NOTHING. Because for all she knows, Edward is hiding somewhere in the bushes watching her.

He, after all, has dropped hints that he knows everything that happens to her.

Bella doesn't know about the treaty at this point and that Edward cannot physically go to La Push.

When Billy gives her cryptic hints, she probably gives him deer in the headlights looks and debates scribbling "SAVE ME" on a sheet of paper, but for all she knows Billy is a human and stands no chance against Edward. In that moment, Edward is right outside her house, in his car, listening to every word.

If Bella tells Billy to get her the fuck out, she might very well be condemning him to be eaten.

"AHAHAHAHAHA BILLY, I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND. SO MUCH."

When Billy sends Jake to Prom, Bella is in Edward's arms, right at that moment. Worse, unlike Billy, Jake does think this is ridiculous and is utterly mortified at interrupting her date like this.

Bella wants to cry.

"AHAHAHAHA, JAKE, I LOVE MY BOYFRIEND. SO MUCH."

Point being though, Edward doesn't tell Bella about the wolves, and she likely doesn't know about them from the beach. So to her, the Quileutes are just humans who seem to know what she knows. Edward likely never expands on this as he never has to in this universe. So he also never explains things like the treaty. This means they are just normal people who stand no better chance against Edward than she does. She can't go running to them for sanctuary, screaming, and potentially have Edward eat the entire tribe as he would have Biology class.

Just as she wouldn't put her mother or Charlie in danger, Paranoid Bella will not knowingly endanger the tribe.

Paranoid Bella Rekindles Her Friendship with Jake (and Leah Comes Along for the Ride)

Let's say Bella does go to First Beach and notes that Edward says he can't make it for whatever reason. Bella's not sure she believes this but he does seem unnaturally disappointed.

Sam drops his "The Cullens aren't welcome here" ominous line and Bella stares at him long and hard. He seems to know something, might even know the same something she knows, in the first timeline she likely decides it's not worth the risk of Edward overhearing them.

In this one though... this may be her only chance to gather information.

Sam is intimidating and scary looking (which is too bad as he's the one who could actually do something in this situation). So she resorts to her "bad flirting with Jake" plan.

Once again, it works, but this time Bella's soul dies inside.

Oh yeah, the Cullens are vampires and eat people (Bella knew it, SHE KNEW IT) but Jake thinks it's all superstitious nonsense. The only way he has heard of to kill them are noble werewolf spirit warriors from the tribe. But they have the treaty with the Cullens because they don't eat people on purpose (Bella cries inside).

No, Jake's never heard of anyone being an actual spirit warrior, don't be stupid, Bella. It's just an old legend.

Bella leaves the beach miserable.

The Quileute Tribe clearly knows but it seems like there's nothing they can do about it either.

BuT EdWArD's StIll In HeR RoOm aT NiGHt!

Bella decides it's worth the risk.

She drives to Billy's, watching for Edward tailgating her at every moment, but sees no sign of him (thank god). Luckily for her, in this early Twilight period, Edward was trying to pretend not to be a lunatic. So he wasn't running down her car yet like he was in Eclipse.

He's very unhappy she's visiting land he cannot go on but will pretend everything's fine. THIS IS FINE. SHE COULD BE EATEN BY BEARS BUT THIS IS FINE.

Bella confesses to Billy that Edward Cullen, the vampire, is sneaking into her bedroom at night to watch her sleep and she is certain he will try to eat her.

This was not what Billy had hoped or expected to hear from Bella Swan.

Those demonic motherfuckers.

Billy likely debates calling Carlisle, the head of the coven (who genuinely would be appalled by all of this), but he doesn't trust any of these people. He assumes Edward is grooming Bella to be Dracula's Bride (he is) and that this is just a thing vampires do (it's not).

But the Tribe cannot go to war with the Cullens.

They have only one wolf at this point, Sam, who is at this point still a teenager and untried in combat. He would be fighting seven vampires alone, they would be condemning him, and the tribe itself to a massacre.

However, that they haven't come after Bella yet is perhaps a good sign. The Cullens may not want to break the treaty either (Billy doesn't realize it's just Edward out there who wants to break it).

So here's what they'll do, Bella will "rekindle" her friendship with Jacob. She'll come over every single day, immediately after school with no exceptions, and will live at their house every weekend.

No exceptions.

The Cullens cannot enter Quileute land and, if they do... Well then, I guess they prepare for war.

Jake is ecstatic, though weirded out, as Bella suddenly practically lives at his house. They get along very well and soon their friendship is formed. Jake keeps trying to date her though and Bella's not very interested.

As for Leah... Sorry anon, but Leah is at the most miserable point in her miserable life. She's been dumped by Sam for her cousin and she has no idea why this has happened and Sam offers no explanations. She's a ball of rage and misery and has no time for Jacob Black's jittery girlfriend from Forks.

Meanwhile Edward is becoming annoyed.

He accepts the explanation that Bella and Jake are childhood friends, that she knew his sisters growing up, and that they've struck up their friendship again but... He doesn't like it.

He goes from imagining Mike Newton's head exploding to Jacob Black's head exploding.

Every day he curses that treaty and thinks it's so damn convenient that Bella keeps running off to the one place he can't follow.

He sits and he seethes.

...

And I stop here.

Wherever this path leads, anon, it is not one we should follow.

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i. Losers, The Princess and the Pogue Series

Only losers go to school, I taught myself how to move. I'm not the type to count on you, because stupids next to "I love you".

Series Masterlist

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, possible season 2 spoilers (if you squint), underage drinking, weed smoking, swearing, fistfights, mentions of blood

Summary: It’s the last day before their senior year and The Pogues are throwing a rager at the Boneyard to celebrate. That’s where JJ meets her.

Words: 1817

“JJ, come help me with the keg!” John B shouted, grabbing one end of the keg and waiting for JJ to grab the other side. JJ passed the package of red solo cups to Kiara, strolling up to grab the other side of the keg, gripping it tight and lifting it up over the driftwood that rested in their path.

It was time for one of the Pogues famous keggers at the Boneyard, and the gang was gearing up to celebrate. The first day of their senior year of high school was tomorrow, and they were buzzing with excitement. The fact that the fivesome had even made it that far, alive, was a miracle. Especially with how many days they had missed school over the past three years. But it didn’t matter, none of it mattered, they had made it.

“Yo Pope, get the fire going, the sun’s about to set!” JJ instructed, dropping some sticks in the designated fire pit spot. Their eager and early attendees would be showing up within the hour.

“Kie and I got it.” Pope responded, working with Kiara to get the sticks in the perfect arrangement. They worked on the fire while Sarah started filling solo cups up with beer for each of them, passing them out one-by-one until each had a cup in their hands.

Pope and Kiara had finally sparked the fire, the flames roaring to life, lighting up the Boneyard along with the large lanterns they had set up across the space for extra illumination.

“Alright guys, gather around.” John B commanded, each of the Pogues huddling together in a circle, raising their cups high in the air. Sarah wrapped an arm around John B’s chest, leaning into his side and looking up at him.

“We’ve been through hell and back, Pogues. And somehow the devil hasn’t devoured us yet. To the start of an unforgettable senior year, and to trying to go a few days without almost being murdered.” He moved his cup to the middle of the circle, the others banging their glasses together, droplets of beer spilling into the sand.

“Don’t get soft on us, John B.” JJ teased, chugging the rest of the beer in his cup before tossing it playfully at the man. John B laughed, chasing JJ down the beach to tackle him. The sound of voices in the distance fills the air, the wafting noise of a speaker playing a soulful beat hitting the gang’s ears.

“Yo, John B! JJ! Get your asses over here, it’s party time!” Kiara screamed, waving them over as the first group of people appeared past the tree line.

Hours later and the kegger was in full swing, groups of the working-class derelicts and Kooks talking amongst their kind. Pope and Kiara were chilling at the far end of the beach, Kiara picking up some solo cups that had been dropped in the sand, complaining about how no-one cared about the Earth anymore. John B and Sarah were over with a group of kids from their school, discussing the upcoming year and some of the kids talking about where they planned to go to college.

That left JJ alone, filling up his cup with a third helping of beer for the evening. He had smoked a blunt earlier with a few of his classmates, and he was floating on the perfect high. JJ loved to watch people when he got like this, watching the different groups interact, hyper focusing on the way the flames of the fire flickered, sending smoke into the starry night sky. Damn he loved this place.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard some commotion coming from the right side of the beach near the fire pit, a group of Kooks blocking his view of what was happening.

“Kelce, the girl said to back off.” Topper noted, tugging on the back of the man’s shirt.

“Topper, I’m not doing anything, man. I’m just getting to know the new girl.” He stated, stepping closer to y/n, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Isn’t that right, beautiful?”

Y/N slapped his hand away, squaring her shoulders and standing up straighter, looking up at the man.

“Don’t call me that.” She hissed.

JJ heard the group talking amongst themselves, gathering around the two, and he pushed his way through the crowd of people to take in the situation. That’s when he first laid eyes on her.

Her body was sucked into a black lace bodysuit, the string laced like shoes along her chest. Her light denim cutoffs hung from her hips, the bottoms coming just below her ass. She donned a pair of black Ked sneakers, her outfit casual yet classy. Was she a Kook?

“Why? It’s a compliment. You don’t like compliments?” Kelce questioned, taking a step closer, their faces inches apart. “C’mon, just one dance, Princess.” He placed a hand on her arm, stroking it as she pulled back.

“You’re repulsive.” She spat, turning on her heel to walk away.

“And you’re a miserable bitch.” Before Y/N could turn to respond, JJ had stalked forward, shoving Kelce backwards onto the beach.

“You dirty fucking Pogue!” Kelce fumed, standing back up and shoving JJ back, almost knocking down y/n in the process. The sentence spurred JJ on, throwing punches at Kelce before the other man socked him right in his left eye, having him stumble backwards for a moment.

“Not so tough now, huh JJ? Did your piece of shit dad teach you how to fight too?”

That was the last straw, JJ lurching forward and knocking Kelce to the sand, his fists flying wildly as he punched him once, twice, three times before getting off him. Kelce gasped for breath, spitting out blood onto the sand as Topper got down on the sand next to Kelce, holding his hand out for JJ to stop.

“Cut it out! Kelce, let’s go.” Topper urged, helping the man to his feet before the two disappeared into the crowd, a few Kooks following them.

JJ let out a chuckle, wiping at the fresh cut above his eyebrow that was dripping blood onto his cheek. His eye was killing him, groaning as he held a hand up to cover it, y/n appearing before him on his right side, his only side with vision now.

“Are you alright?” She questioned, knowing he probably wasn’t considering the state his face was in. JJ spit blood into the sand, tilting his head down to look at her. She was at least a foot shorter than him, which wasn’t hard, considering he was 6’0.

“I was actually gonna ask you that.” He retorted, his injured eye twitching beneath his hand.

“M’fine. Let me at least get you some ice for your eye.” Y/N gestured JJ to follow her towards a group of coolers someone had brought, digging inside to grab a few pieces of loose ice. She pulled down the olive-green bandana that she had tied into her hair, unraveling it until she had enough space to put the ice inside, wrapping it up tight before turning back to JJ.

“Sit down.” She instructed, gesturing to the large tree trunk along the ground. JJ didn’t protest, sitting down before y/n plopped down beside him, holding out the makeshift ice pack to him.

“I’ll live, I’ve had worse.” He pointed out, taking the bandana from her hand and placing it upon his swollen eye. Of course, he’d attend his first day of senior year with a black eye. Nothing new in his life.

“I’m just trying to be nice, y’know, for what you did back there.” She noted, staring down at her shoes.

JJ turned his head and shifted his body so he could face her, nursing his injured eye with the bandana. “Kelce is a piece of shit; you’ve caught onto that pretty quickly it seems.” He stuck out his hand to her, his knuckles starting to swell from the punches he’d laid to Kelce’s face. “I’m JJ by the way.”

She grabbed his hand in her own, shaking it up and down, her eyes locked on his. “Y/N.” They kept shaking hands for a moment before y/n finally pulled away, her cheeks heating up from the blush on her face.

“S’nice to meet ya, y/n. Never seen you around town before.” He shifted the ice to his right hand, his left needing to thaw from the cold that the ice produced.

“Just moved back last week, I’ll be starting my senior year at Kildare tomorrow. I lived here until I was three then my mom had us move.”

“Moved to where?” He questioned, relaxing his posture.

“Missoula, Montana.” She picked at a loose string on her shorts, listening to a group of guys behind her egging each other on to chug their drinks.

“Welcome back, I guess.” This clearly wasn’t the greatest welcoming committee for her, but that’s what life was like out here. Before JJ could say anything else, he was interrupted by the sound of John B’s voice calling out for him in the distance. John B walked towards the pair, his hand laced with Sarah’s, stopping a few feet from where they sat on the log. His eyes moved back and forth between the two, a confused expression on his face as he took in the site of JJ.

“Uh, I was just about to ask you if you wanted to get out of here, Sarah’s Uncle Matt will kill me if I don’t get her home by at least midnight, since it’s a school night.” The aftermath of the past few years had Sarah living with her Aunt Linda, her Uncle Matt, her cousin Elizabeth, and her sister Wheezie. JJ had been living with John B for the past year, and the trio had arrived together at the Boneyard in John’s van.

“Yeah man, I’ll be right there.” JJ stood up, offering y/n back her bandana ice pack, but y/n protested.

“You keep it.” She gave him a warm smile, resting her thumb against her lip bottom lip.

“I’ll wash it and give it back.” He announced, backing up in the direction that John B and Sarah had headed. “I’ll see you at school then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure thing. Thanks again, JJ.” 

JJ didn’t respond, instead giving her a one-handed salute before doing a 180 spin towards John B and Sarah. He jogged up after them, flanking John’s right side as they walked towards his van.

“What’s with the shiner?” John B asked.

“And the cut that’s bleeding above your eyebrow.” Sarah added, squeezing John B’s hand in hers.

“Kelce was bothering that new girl. It was an excuse to beat the shit out of that Kook.” He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Whatever you say man, let’s hurry up before Sarah’s Uncle sprays me with the hose for making her late again.”

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[moonbaby26]

Title: Rare Company

Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader

Summary: Story set nearer the Viking Age. You were a Greek sea goddess who crossed paths with the god of mischief. Continuation from previous chapter. Several days after your initial meeting, Loki returns allowing some unexpected time together. And spurring you to wonder what could become of this, as well as trying to address what your own feelings might be for this new god.

Warnings: None, just fluff this chapter.

Chapters: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Taglist: @rosaline-black , @lawfeys

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Things had fallen back into routine after a while. Even if you still caught yourself daydreaming from time to time. You had imagined working up the nerve to ask your father for permission to visit Asgard. No one from your family had in ages from all you could tell, and what an act of diplomacy that could be.

Instead of roaming far and wide as you normally would, you had more kept to these southern seas as well. That little voice inside you wondering if Loki would return. The forest nymphs had delivered word to your sea nymphs that he had departed back through what you now knew as the bifrost the very same day you had met him.

He’d only lingered a couple more hours they’d said, seemingly in thought within the forest before he’d called out for the bridge to reopen and had disappeared the same strange way he’d come.

You had taken the form of a dolphin today, idly swimming around the fishing boats you’d come upon in open water. They should know you symbolized luck. And if they seemed grateful, you’d gladly chase more fish into their nets in your boredom.

But it was then that another group of dolphins appeared, though you recognized them instantly for the nymphs that they were.

Excitedly they darted around you.

“He’s back, that prince of Asgard! And he calls for you, milady!”

The shock had been immense. You really hadn’t known if he would return. But you’d hoped, hadn’t you? And now he was actually asking for you by name.

Of course you must go to him. You were a goddess of your word after all.

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And he was at the same beach you’d been on the first day he’d appeared. Through father’s magic, you could travel the hidden currents of the deep ocean, being wherever you needed to be within minutes rather than hours or the days that it would have taken mortals.

You swam slower though as you neared the shore, still underwater as you’d taken your spear from one of the nymphs once more. He was still a stranger to you after all. Though maybe that would change? It was hard to say why he really would have returned again.

There was a nervousness that was so foreign to you as you finally swam shallow enough to stand up and begin to walk from the waters. The gills on your neck that only opened when you were under for any real length of time, now dissolved back into smooth skin as the dry air reached you.

Your dress clung to your wet body as well, far more sheer in the sunlight, and for a moment you wondered if Asgardian culture was more modest in the view of their own bodies or not. You couldn’t remember reading about that.

Hopefully he would not think it obscene. But as you made eye contact with him, you really could read nothing in his gaze. Only his body language looked impatient as he sat in the weak shade of a tree long gnarled by the ocean’s winds.

You bowed lightly in greeting as you stopped before him, even though you still held your spear upright in one hand. “Prince Loki of Asgard, I am pleased to see you again.”

You did notice that fleeting look through his eyes at that, as if he was once again trying to decide your sincerity.

“You think me a fool, don’t you?” Was what he finally said though. Not quite as cutting in tone as the other day however, but still very guarded.

You straightened at the accusation, though curious to his point.

But he continued before you could respond. “You are no minor goddess, (Y/N) of the sea,” He repeated, seeming to mock your wording from your last meeting. “I read more on your kind once I returned to Asgard. Care to introduce yourself with less deception this time?”

You smiled before you could help yourself. So you were the deceptive one? When the very first time you’d ever laid eyes on him, it had only been a false image. What a strange choice of words.

But had he really done the same thing you had then? Gone home and studied you? Was he annoyed that there would be any subject he knew so little about? You wanted to know if your own studying had been enough though, as this time you answered him in the language of the Asgardians, or what you hoped was at least close enough to be intelligible.

“I did not lie to you. I am the daughter of the sea. Because my father is the sea...Poseidon, king of the sea, and god of the oceans, earthquakes, storms, and horses.” Which yes, made you a princess you supposed, niece of Zeus, and sibling and cousin to so many others in the pantheon of gods and goddesses that was the Olympus royal family.

His eyebrows raised a little as his own language came off your tongue. But you could see it would still take far more for him to really show himself impressed even as a slight smirk did cross his face for the very first time. “Your intonation still needs much work, goddess. We can keep to Greek for now.”

True, beginning to learn a new language just through the written word was far different than actually hearing it spoken. “I haven’t had much time to study since you first came.” You smiled back. “I did try.”

“Clearly.” He answered, though still seeming to be just the slightest amused you thought.

“So is that the only reason you have returned? To chide me for not announcing myself a king’s daughter?” You asked, but trying not to sound as curious as you truly were.

He did pause a moment, but you were realizing that seldom did he find himself without quick words. “Partly I suppose.” He responded. “But you also said that I was now a guest here. Unless that hospitality has been revoked, I am choosing to take more time from Asgard in a place where I will not be bothered.”

So he still was mostly wanting solitude after all then? Though slightly disappointing, you knew it was something you could well understand. You wondered if his family could be as chaotic as your own. “This is a good place for it then. To not be bothered I mean. And yes, I stand by my offer of your being a guest here.”

After waiting this many days you really would have preferred to be in his presence more than a few moments. But it would be rude to impose yourself as well. “I will leave you to yourself then.” You spoke, already resigning your own self to likely the rest of the day alone as a shark or a dolphin. Well, maybe something that could dive even deeper. You now felt like going lay in a trench somewhere actually.

“Wait.”

The call back surprised you, even as it had sounded more like a command, pausing your rising disappointment as you glanced back over your shoulder.

“I had actually intended just to read today. But as you evidently have been reading at times as well, unlike so many others I know-” There seemed to be quite a bit of resentment to whomever he was referring to there, “I could be inclined to return to Asgard briefly and fetch some books from our library for you as well if you would like to read with me.”

You stared at the abrupt invitation. Did he really mean for you to sit with him, reading together then? So he was not entirely averse to your presence any longer?

Your silent stare only had him keep talking as if he thought he might need to further persuade you though. “I am sure you would get a far more accurate representation of Asgardian culture and history from our own authors, rather than whatever it was you had clumsily dug up here.”

The air of superiority had returned to his tone as he’d mentioned their writers of course, but he was likely right. If you wanted to read about Asgard, what better source than from the Asgardians themselves?

“I would appreciate that very much,” You said truthfully, albeit still with some surprise.

“Then it is done.” He said decisively, then standing to walk back to the forest.

“Loki,” you called before you could stop yourself though. You also realized it was the first time you had said his name this informally. You paused, unsure if this was something he generally allowed or not.

But when he looked back at you, you saw no anger in his eyes. He looked a little caught off guard himself, but only for the briefest moment.

“I...” You tried to not lose your nerve. “May I follow you? Not to Asgard of course,” You clarified quickly. There were far too many protocols that could be broken there, “But close enough to see the bifrost open? I’ve never seen it.”

He hesitated to consider your request. You supposed any good steward of their kingdom would. But even if you were trying some attempt at subterfuge and intended to force your way to Asgard, what threat could a single Olympian really pose? Especially only a water goddess at that.

He must have agreed you were no real threat either as he finally nodded, motioning for you to follow him.

And once you had reached that clearing again, this time you were close enough to see the symbols his last entrances had cut into the ground. Such a unique way to travel you thought.

But you were smart enough to still keep your distance as you did back back away as you saw him look to the sky.

“Heimdall!” He called. “Open the bifrost, I need to return!” He said in his own language.

For a moment nothing happened, but then the birds began to fly as the trees shook in the growing wind. You could just see the sky, a swirl of clouds beginning before a light as bright as any of Zeus’ lightning bolts erupted down with that boom you had heard before. Loki disappeared into the light, the wind whipping all around you before the bifrost vanished back into those clouds just as suddenly and there was silence again.

“Amazing,” you breathed, just to yourself and any still lingering animals that may have heard you.

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It felt like far longer than it really was you were sure. Your anticipation just stretching out the minutes as you’d waited for his return.

But when he did come back, in all the same dramatics as his exit with the bifrost opening, then closing to leave him there again in the clearing, he now had a satchel of several books.

You assumed Asgard may be a good deal cooler in temperature than your sandy beaches for as much of him that was covered in clothing. So you tried to help find the best shade that you could, and with an unblocked pass for the cool ocean breeze as you sat together beneath more trees.

“I’ve put a spell on these to make them waterproof,” He commented, “Though do still take care, some of these are from Father’s personal collection.”

“That’s practical,” You admitted, not at all offended, but awed really that he would bring such rare items for your viewing.

It was a bit of a slow go for you though, everything being written in the Asgardian language. But you were happy to find that you could understand enough with some effort, and that the gist of the stories and the histories being told were still coming across to you.

You weren’t sure how many hours the two of you sat that way. Every now and again you could see one of the sea nymphs peeking out from where the waves were breaking, keeping a curious eye on the two of you.

Eventually it was him that finally closed the last book he had been working through though. “I suppose I should return.” He said.

You were gentle with the book you still had, closing it as well as you handed it back to him. You felt as if you should say something more, but a simple, “Thank you,” was all that really came to mind in this moment.

He quieted though, looking out to the sun, now low over the darkening ocean. “It is not as fully terrible here in Midgard as I first assumed.”

You chuckled, how often would he make a habit of these insults? “I suppose any place can have its good qualities.”

But you badly wanted to ask him what had brought him here in the first place then. If he was to come to the mortal realm, wouldn’t it have made more sense to stay to the north where he was already legend? Why come here to the lands of the Olympians?

“You do have a way of staring through a person when you’re curious about something. You realize this don’t you?” He asked you in return though, just observing your features then.

You blinked, genuinely wondering if he possessed telepathy and you hadn’t known it.

“You’re looking at me in the same way as when you wanted to see the bifrost. So what do you wish to know of Asgard that could not be found in those books?”

You hesitated. He was still a god after all, and you knew how fickle they could be. You didn’t wish to anger him with your nosiness, but it would also be rude to ignore such a direct question.

“Well...I’m wondering why you came to our land to begin with. No Asgardians have set foot here in many ages from what I can discern. Why would you be so different?”

“You think me different?” He responded immediately though. Concerning you actually, before he scoffed, “Then you are intelligent. I am nothing like those I came here to seek relief from. My fool brother and his equally boorish companions.”

“Thor?” You asked innocently enough.

But the look he gave you as that name came off your lips would have been far answer enough before it became the key that opened the gates.

“He has been completely insufferable since Father bequeathed him Mjolnir!” You could see Loki’s jaw tightening slightly, the frustrated expression growing and so similar to that angered one you remembered on his illusion’s face that first day in the clearing, when it’d been pacing and cursing.

“Is that what happened recently?” You asked reflexively, but still believing that you already had the answer.

“Oh, he’s been using the hammer for years of course. Yet it always belonged to Asgard, not him. A relic of our realm. But now it is truly his per Father’s public declaration. Thor’s hammer,” He mocked, “Worthy to the one who will one day succeed Odin to take the throne. Father has now cast Thor as his official heir in our people’s eyes with this blunder.”

You remained quiet to digest the information he was providing you. So Loki felt slighted, no disgusted actually to learn the throne was seemingly all but promised to his brother now. So had he really already had that high of expectations for it?

“I guess Asgard and Olympus aren’t so different after all,” You finally mused, though trying to keep your tone even rather than sounding patronizing. “I mean, Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon. Our three kings, they overthrew their father Cronus and locked him in Tartarus to claim rule. Admittedly Cronus had eaten Hades, Poseidon, and their other siblings previously though.”

Loki stared at you and you just smiled oddly then. “My family has not always been on the best terms with each other either.”

“Your grandfather ate your father?” Loki asked as if to reaffirm the insanity he’d just heard. “I thought that was just a myth.”

“No, father has the scars still,” You admitted. “Cronus devoured his children as he didn’t want anyone to succeed him. But my grandmother Rhea, she hid Zeus away when he was born. And Zeus forced Cronus to regurgitate the others later.”

“Ugh,” Loki said, making a face.

You laughed, glad you seemed to at least get his mind off of Thor for the moment. “That all happened ages before I was born though. Luckily it’s now more frowned upon to treat your children in such a manner. Those were the old ways.”

“And you do have many siblings don’t you?” He questioned. “I read the Olympians were quite, how should I say, prolific in their child bearing.”

“Truth I’m afraid. Which is why I like to keep to the seas rather than Father’s palace or Mount Olympus. At least you only have one Thor, rather than a dozen.”

“Gods,” Loki spoke, the evident horror in that thought too much to contemplate seriously.

But you were just smiling again, realizing how much the ice had finally been broken to even be having this type of conversation right now. You were honestly enjoying the back and forth. It would be a shame to not do this again sometime.

And you had to try and convey that, at least somewhat if you could. You didn’t know how many other chances you would have. “Before you go...I did mean it, Loki, when I said you were welcome as a guest here. You can always come back when you need a little hideaway from whatever transpires to irk you in Asgard.”

He stared at you again then. It troubled you though of how little you seemed to be able read him at times. As if he could just cast a curtain between you whenever he wished.

“Perhaps I just may.” Loki said at last though with little emotion, then finally standing now and collecting his satchel of books.

It was only then that you really realized how dark it had already gotten with the sun now setting. And you caught yourself admiring him a little in the red and purple hues now coming from the sky. He really was so different than the gods you’d known before. Should you say something more?

As you stood as well, picking your spear back up from the sands, you saw several nymphs quickly sink back down into the surf, pretending as if they were not also very interested in how else you may say goodbye to him.

“You must not often entertain guests,” Loki spoke though, evidently having noticed your audience as well even as he began to walk away from you.

“Not men,” You answered honestly, though pausing as you realized how that really sounded. You continued though, not sure if you were making things sound worse or better. “Mostly we stay at sea. And I have no interest in unwashed sailors.”

But he stopped at that before entering the forest. He posed such a simple question to you then, although one that could mean so much more. “Yet you have interest in me?”

You felt as if you’d been hit in the chest at his words. Said quietly even as you saw his blue eyes on you once more, analyzing...waiting.

But how could one word have so many meanings? Interest as in he was just a curiosity, a strange foreigner to study like some new sea creature you had found? Or interest like a friend, to read together and talk and vent on the very particular family aspects you shared just as you’d done today?

Or...and this was surely the most disconcerting of all, interest as in how he could feel if you were allowed to touch him? How he would taste if you could kiss him? Your kind took lovers frequently. That should be no secret to him or anyone else. But just because other gods and goddesses of Olympus bedded one another left and right, it didn’t mean you did.

But did he you wondered? Did he have his choice of consorts at his palace, a full court always vying for his attentions to try and pull themselves further up the social ladder via way of his bed? Surely he would, wouldn’t he?

Yet your hesitation in answering was enough to indict you of your own desires you feared. Surely if he meant little, that would have been an easy response. To think on it this long, just made your confession for you didn’t it?

You took a breath, trying to remind yourself that you should fear no man. On a whim you could transform into a great shark and consume any prey, you could move the waters themselves, wreck ships, destroy harbors should you truly wish to. These were the gifts given to you from your father.

You were a goddess after all, not just an enamored young woman. And all you could do was speak the truth. “I do have interest in you, Loki.” You finally answered. “But to what path that will take is highly dependent on your own desires I’m sure. I know nothing of Asgardian preferences when it comes to choosing who to court, if at all.”

He had only been looking at you before, but now turned to fully face you. Unlike yourself, it seemed he had no problem in finding words though. “Your beauty is not something rare in Asgard, that is true.” He said, yet continuing before you could feel that as too harsh a barb, “But your mind, your ability, and even your desire to learn of what is outside your own world, that may be something wholly more compelling.”

Yet this didn’t sound like something that should be considered rare to you, or enough to set you apart at all you thought. And he seemed to read this disbelief clearly on your face as he then admonished you for it.

“You think I exaggerate? That even one of those vapid headed children could sit still for more than an hour without having to go break something or fight someone to prove their worth? Or that any other would sit here with me as you have done today and it not be just farce to try and get closer to my brother or to get in Odin’s favor?”

So you had been right on one thing at least. The Asgardian court did have its share of social climbers then. Maybe in this you could finally see some weight to his words. Because what did you care of such things? Your father was already a king. You did not need to seduce a prince to find anything in your life that you could not have by birthright already.

But if this was his way of admitting he at least approved of your company, it still didn’t clarify as to what all he really wanted from you.

“Well, I still leave the decision as yours. You know how to find me should you be willing to see me again. If you bring books, I will read with you. If you only want an ear to listen, I will do so. And if you desire for more...we can address that as we come to it.” You said, in what you hoped was a mature sounding way to deal with these burgeoning feelings.

“Very well.” He answered too simply though. And you were sure you saw some enjoyment in his eyes as your expression showed you were left a bit unsatisfied by that. “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

And it was night by then, the fresh stars now fully surpassing the light from the fading sun. You stayed on the beach this time though, watching him disappear into the wooded hillside.

In not too much time, you then heard the boom that signaled the bifrost’s open and close and you knew that he was gone.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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[tendousthoughts]

HQ Boys Calling Their S/O Clingy Pt. 3

Character(s) included: Sakusa & Oikawa

Warnings: Cursing, fainting, and mention of blood

A/N: Uh wow thank you- I’ve decided to make a pt. 3! Unlike part one and part two it will all be in one day! Idk I was seeing it become kinda repetitive so I’ve decided to change it up a bit! If you want any other hq boy go ahead and request! Please read the rules first though thank you! Ignore my terrible spelling and grammar. Reblogs/follows/likes are all greatly appreciated!

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Sakusa

This was Sakusa's chance to show his family members and old team how much he had grown. He was kinda worried and you could tell. You made your over softly resting a kiss on his nose.

“You’ll be great bab-” he cuts you off.

“Y/n, can you let me practice in peace?” He bit his lip before returning to practicing.

“Oh ya.. so-” he turns to you.

“Do you know what let me practice in peace means? Or are you so fucking clingy, that you need me to tell you to get the fuck away from me? This is my shot to show them how much I have improved and I don’t need a pestaround to fuck it up!” He shouts, everyone on the team can hear him scold you for no reason. Looking around their eyes are full of disgust towards Sakusa. Your eyes feel watery as you head to the bleachers to grab your stuff. Atsumu runs up to you.

“Hey y/n.. um can you stay for me? My brother is coming and I don’t want to let my team down and um..” he wasn’t sure what to say. You bit your lip before hugging him tightly.

“Hey, you're going to do great okay? No need to worry about screwing up anything, you're on the MSBY for god sake..” you whisper softly into his ear.

“Thanks.. but can you please stay..? You can leave afterward but just for the game if you don’t mind..?” He looked desperate to be honest, he was annoyed how Sakusa had treated you and felt like you deserved better.

“I guess.. imma head to the vending machine for now, you want anything?” You let go of him. Sakusa is watching you two and you don’t spare him a glance.

“Um... can you get me anything? Your favorite snack?” He smiled softly and your thoughts of what Sakusa had said to you melted off and you giggled a bit.

“Ya I’ll go grab it,” you grab some cash. Atsumu ran off, and just to grab some money before.

“Here for my stuff,” he smiled trying to hand it to you.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll pay it isn’t that costly and you made my day sooo,” he chuckles softly before giving you a soft thumbs up and you start to walk to the vending machine.

“Hey Atsumu back off,” Sakusa mumbled.

“What?” Atsumu looked over. “I’m sorry that you're going against past teammates and family like the rest of us. I’m sorry that y/n was trying to comfort you yet you pushed them off, I mean them just trying to help is annoying to you. God. I mean I wish I had someone who cared about me like how y/n cares about you. I hope you know there are many people who would have left you if you did that to them, and frankly I don’t understand why they are still with you assuming that you have done that before.” He bit his lip. By the time his rant was over you were back, the vending machine not too far away you heard everything.

You waited a minute before walking back. “Hey I got the snack, sorry if you don’t like it” you smile before handing him the snack.

“I’m pretty sure I’ll like it but don’t worry about it.” He chuckles, Sakusa giving him a death glare.

“Okay well good luck! You’ll do amazing so don’t worry about it, I’ll be watching,” you go and sit on the bleachers. Using your phone until the match begins.

Unsurprisingly they won. Whenever Atsumu made a good set or a good setter dump you cheered and gave him smiles. Sakusa on the other hand it was almost as if he was invincible. You didn’t wanna be“clingy” and “a pest”. Every so often you could see Sakusa's eyes land on you trying to see if you noticed his amazing talent. Of course you did, of course you were proud. Why wouldn’t you be? But his words still hurt and you couldn’t give him the ability to talk to you like that you couldn’t give him the ability to think it was okay to talk to you like that.

You ran up to Atsumu “see I told you! Nothing to be afraid of,” you giggle a bit smiling. Sakusa was talking to his cousin explaining what happened, feeling terrible.

“Thank you y/n,” he chuckles and talks for like twenty minutes. “My brother said he will pay for lunch, you wanna come?” You glance over to Sakusa, before accepting.

“Ya sure,” you smile as all of you head to the bus. You sit next to Atsumu and Osamu the whole time ignoring Sakusa.

After lunch everyone said their goodbyes and you made sure to have both Atsumu’s and Osamu’s number saved. When you guys got back to the apartment you began to work.

“Y.. y/n?” You look over at the sound of your name.

“Yes?” You didn’t have the gut to be mean to him using a calming voice.

“Um.. Can we-” you cut him off.

“Sakusa I don’t wanna speak to you at the moment, okay? Can I have some space please.” You mumbled typing away on your computer.

“Sorry but I wanna-” you cut him off once again.

“I said I need space. I don’t need you to be clingy right now.” You mumbled as you type.

He waited behind you on the bed sniffling softly as tears brimmed his eyes. “You're not going to leave me right.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean too..” he sniffed again. “I’m really sorry y/n.. your the best thing that ever happened please don’t leave me.” You turned around annoyed that he kept bugging you but as you saw the tears you got up going onto the bed.

You hug him softly as he holds on to you tightly crying softly. You lay down next to him as you hold each other. Sakusa hides his head in your chest as he cries a bit. You rubbed his back softly as tears fell from his eyes. “Hey baby.. it is going to be okay I got you... I’m not going anywhere I promise. We aren’t breaking up or anything okay?”

He slightly shakes his head, “I’m sorry...” he mumbles.

“I know.. please don’t do it again you embarrassed me in front of everyone... I was just trying to help,” you whisper.

“I won’t..” he closed his eyes.

“You did amazing by the way baby..” you mumble knowing how Sakusa is. You know the fact you didn’t say or do anything with him afterwards is eating him up.

“You were watching..?” You know he is smiling by the sound of his voice.

“Of course babe.. I told you, you had nothing to worry about.. you were amazing,” you smile as he relaxes a bit letting go of the tight hold and just enjoys you hugging him.

“Thank you...” he mumbles falling asleep. “I love you y/n...”

He falls asleep before you can respond but you still whisper, “goodnight my love..”

Oikawa

“What the hell was that?” Oikawa shouted from the room away.

“Nothing!” You tried to sweep up the glass quickly with your hands.

“What the fuck are you doing!” He pushed your hands away grabbing the broom, “can you stop making messes please?”

“I didn’t mean to, I just knew that you needed to do a few things and I thought I could help.. like I finished the dishes.. other than this one. I also watered the plants and did the laundry..” you try to smile, your hands slightly bleeding.

“Well can you stop? I understand your clingy and you want me to be with you every fucking moment of the day,” he looked at you angrily. “But this just makes so much more fucking work for me!”

“I didn’t mean too..” you whisper.

“Of course you didn’t! I mean why would you? Your sooo amazing and the whole world needs to forgive every fucking mistake you do because, ‘I didn’t mean too’!” He looks at you. “I mean seriously can you be any more of a fuck up?”

“What..?” You whisper as tears roll down your face.

“You clingy shit, can you be more of a fuck up? I mean seriously you messed up my work earlier because you wanted to ‘help organize it’ and you broke the glass, and you wouldn’t leave me alone all fucking day! Tōru this and Tōru that! I mean seriously, why the fuck am I dating you?” Everything was going blank for you as tears rolled down your face.

“Please stop..” you whisper.

“What? Telling you the fucking truth?” Oikawa looked at you now noticing how pale you were looking.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I..I’m sor-” you kept whispering as everything went blank.

When you woke up Oikawa was holding you tight. “Shit y/n.. I’m sorry.” He mumbled holding you tight tears rolling down his face.

“What..?” You were looking around trying to get a hold of your surroundings.

“Please don’t leave me.. I was really stressed about everything and I didn’t mean to take it out on you.. I know you just wanted to hang out and I was being a dick.. please I’m sorry..” he hugs on tight.

“I..it is okay babe, I know you didn’t mean too.. but please don’t do it again..?” You tear up, “I was just trying to help because I knew you were stressed and I thought it might help. Clearly it didn’t and I won’t do anything without your permission again but please next time don’t yell..”

“Of course.. and you were doing any bad it was my fault you were being really helpful.. I should have appreciated it and not yelled..” he whispers. “I mean seriously I was being an ass.. you were just trying to be nice to me and then I had to come in and fuck it up. Your so fucking amazing and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you those names or even mention you being clingy. I know you hate when you're called that.. and I should have stopped.. I shouldn’t have even done it in the first place. Your my fucking everything and I fucked that up...”

“It is okay.. you can do your work now I’m just a bit tired so I’m going to sleep.” You kiss his head.

“No i wanna sleep with you right now..” he whined softly.

“Okay.. I love you Tōru..” you mumble closing your eyes.

“I love you too.. y/n” he whispers in your ear before closing his own eyes.

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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au kun it’s late ...... but happy birthday leader kun ~ find others here: johnny | haechan | taeil | taeyong | mark | jaemin | yangyang | yuta | sicheng | chenle

there’s a sharp knock on the glass of your window 

you stare up at the ceiling and don’t move an inch from the comfort of your bed until the knock comes again. and again.

with a groan you roll off your sheets and compose yourself before walking over and pushing your curtains aside

on the other side of the window is kun

standing god knows how on the side of the second story of your house and you cross your arms

he motions for you to open the window and you shake your head

he rolls his eyes and somehow the little gesture ticks you off to no end

who does he think he is? always being so rude, even when he needs me to do something for him!

he motions again and you try not to look at the strong line of his arms - he’s wearing a sleeveless tank and jeans which really? how athletic is he climbing in those thing-

you sneer but you give in, undoing the latch and pushing open the window

stepping back, kun climbs through without a hitch and once he’s standing on the carpet of your bedroom you look up and start

“i was about to go to sleep what are you doing her-”

“where’s your cousin?”

he doesn’t even look at you.

in fact, he looks over your shoulder at your door that’s closed

“he said to meet him before we both sneak out, but that dumbass could have just met me at the party himself.”

you uncross your arms and instead curl your fingers into fists at your side

“so why didn’t you sneak through the guestroom window asshole -”

“don’t know which window is the guest room. i just knew this one was yours because of the childish curtains.”

he gets under your nerves. he really does. he has since you meet him as the naïve new kid at your towns middle school

and he - he was the ever so perfect at everything upperclassman. 

that hadn’t changed much now - as you got older you came to understand that kun could do no wrong in the eyes of everyone BUT you

your parents thought he was the shining example of a young man, your friends all wanted to date him, and now even your cousin who was staying with you for the summer was impressed with him.

they’d met at the party you had thrown to welcome your cousin and how kun even got there - you don’t know - but he’d shown up with sicheng and ten 

and then was talking to your cousin and everyone and making you irritated the entire night ....... and yet ............ here he was now 

sneaking out with YOUR cousin to go to another party. who’s party? you didn’t know - your own damn cousin had invited KUN and not YOU

you don’t want to bite your tongue anymore - you want to start mouthing off on him just like he thinks he has the right to do with you 

but if you raise your voice, you’ll wake your parents and you have the sinking feeling that if they walked in on this scene 

they might not be as angry about it as other parents would be......you cringe, thinking about how your mother had once inquired you if kun and you were considering being more than friends.

you look up at him now. more than friends? he’s going to be my enemy till i die.

you think your worry comes to life when your door opens and you turn so fast in fear of seeing your parents actually standing there, but it is just your cousin

who grins at kun and pushes past you like you’re a ghost in your own room

“ready to go dude?” he asks and kun suddenly takes this moment of all to look at you 

he makes a noise of agreement, but he keeps his line of vision on you. it makes something crawl up your skin. creep, don’t look at me like that! 

it only lasts a split second, before both boys are using your window to sneak out into the sticky summer night and you’re rushing over to shut it. 

before you do - you watch them disappear out of the backyard - two figures in the moon. 

you huff, reaching for your curtains and you don’t notice kun look back.

this keeps happening. 

sometimes kun does come sneaking back through your window (he says he can’t get the guest room one where your cousin is - there’s nothing for him to climb up on that side of the house) but rather than just that

kun just keeps appearing around you

he’s at the same parties, he’s at the same park, he’s at the same beach. the town has never felt smaller and your cousin is the reason for it all. he drags kun everywhere - like they’re the bestest of friends.

they’ve known each other for like two or something weeks.....can’t they find other people to hangout with! maybe i should just stay in my room from now on-

you turn off the shower and try to erase the thought from your head. you wrap a towel around yourself and scurry down the hall back to your room where you shut the door and sigh.

he annoys me so much that my brain can’t help thinking about him when it should just be trying to throw him out of my he-

your shoulders tense when you hear a familiar sound at the window. 

no fucking way

the curtains are drawn back now and through the glass you see the familiar outline of kun’s figure

you stomp over - you’ve been boiling over his constant presence and you think fine, he wants to come into your room, you wont let him until he hears what you really think

so you yank the window up, but not enough for him to climb through

“hey i can-”

“kun, i know everyone thinks your gods gift to this earth but what would they think of you trying to sneak into my room through the goddamn window at midnight? huh? can’t spend your summer doing something better than bothering me? that’s what the prince of this little town does - peep through wind-”

in the heat of the moment you throw your hands up to the glass of the window and the towel ....... drops

you probably wouldn’t have even noticed - how wound up you’ve gotten - but kun 

kun nearly falls straight off the side of your house and you can see the panic reflected in his eyes flash so you yank the window up and instead of letting him fall backwards

you pull him in and ontop of you

the two of you topple over onto your carpet - the thudding sound resounds and kun catches himself on his arms so his weight doesn’t crush you

you stare up - that flash of panic is still in kun’s eyes and for a second you try to figure out why when you feel the summer air gust through and all over your exposed skin

you scream, because what else can you do, and kun pushes himself off you

you reach for the towel pooled beside you and wrap yourself back up - getting to your feet with wobbly horror and staring at kun who is sitting back with that expression stil on his face

it doesn’t last long though because you hear someone pull at your doorknob - your mothers voice coming from the otherside

kun falls back and rolls himself under your bedframe - just in time for the door to open and your mother to rush in with worry laced in her voice

“what happened?”

qian kun just saw me naked!

“i- i though-i thought i saw something in the window im fine, really!”

your mother pries but you push her back toward the door gently, assuring her that it was probably an owl or a racoon in a tree. really. 

she touches your shoulder and says to call her if you need anything. you close the door again and listen to her footsteps down the stairs.

you breath in and turn around - kun has gotten out from under the bed and is now standing at the corner of your bed looking more lost than you’ve ever seen him in your life

no snarky remarks, no stupid smug look on his face 

you feel angry. you still feel all pissed off from before, but now there’s something else coursing through you. 

shame.

“get out”

you grit your teeth. 

“i - i would never-”

“get out kun, seriously.”

he stumbles, no confidence and no superiority, just an almost wounded like stride as he reaches for the window again.

he looks over his shoulder and you brace yourself - with him, he could look sad all he wants but you know deep down he could say something so cruel right about now-

“im sorry.”

you clutch the towel 

sorry for what? for being better than me at everything? for having to see me at my most vulnerable when all i ever see you at is your best?

you think - or at least you assume you think this - you don’t realize you’ve said it out loud

kun stops and swallows, “im not the best at anything. im a horrible liar you know.”

“what?”

the towel should be soft, but it feels heavy, like a lifeline you’re gripping but that just gets harder and harder to keep close

kun pushes his lower body through the window and then looks at you one final time

“im a horrible liar. the reasons i even- the reason im always around you isn’t because of your cousin. it’s because i want to be near-”

you don’t hear the last word because he disappears right after that, you stand in the corner of your room, he wants to be near what? 

you look at the shut door, the mirror hanging on the back of it, and your reflection

did he say he wants to be near me?

you don’t really go anywhere for a couple of days after that. 

your cousin is always out, but you don’t even want to go see your friends. you just know that that will risk seeing-

something knocks against your window and you look over, a new feeling swelling in your chest that isn’t like that dread you’ve felt before

but instead of kun’s figure - you just see the raindrops that are accumulating on the glass

a heavy summer storm brews up outside and you think it’s ironic. your brain feels like it is going through a tornado of its own. 

you walk toward it and think it would be nice to feel the rain though - to touch something outside of room and when you open it you do see something

you see someone in the backyard

“kun?”

you’re rushing out on the grass - barefoot and wrapping your arms around yourself in the wind of the rain

“kun why are you here - my cou-”

“im here to see you.”

you don’t understand - and then a strong chill that doesn’t come from the storm runs up your spine - he’s here to make fun of me isn’t he? mock me?

“listen, i don’t want to hear it from you of all people - you saw me naked for a second and you have no right-”

“its you. im always here to see you. do you understand?”

he’s talking over me - like usual - but why is his tone-

“excuse me? understand wh-”

the rain gets heavier and you cannot believe you’re about to do this but you’re getting soaked and so is kun and so you point to your window

“meet me up there.”

you don’t know why you invite him. you expect the worst and you expect to get hurt and made fun of it. but you do it anyway. 

part of you is saying it’s because you want to pick a fight - but another part, quieter and that’s been dormant for a while says no, it’s because you might think you hate kun but you aren’t going to let him stand out in the rain any longer.

you wish you could tell this part to shut up and go away, but you give into it every time. especially, it seems, when it comes to him of all people.

kun looks displaced again in your room - he usually sneaks through and acts like he owns the place - but this time he’s back to this awkward atmosphere

you feel sick thinking about how you kind of wish you had the other side of him back

“so why are you here kun, really. it’s embarrassing enough for me that you saw me-”

“im sick of lying.” 

you blink, looking at him more seriously

“lying?”

“your cousin is fun and all, but cmon - you said it yourself. everyone expects the best of me, why would i spend my summer partying around the town. do you think i like it?”

speechless you don’t say anything in response and kun continues

“it’s just, finally i had an excuse good enough to be around you. to sneak up through your window, to hangout with the people you are friends with, to see you. otherwise - i never get a chance to-”

he looks different tonight, maybe because he’s drenched with rain, but he looks more like the kun you’ve known for years

put together, serious, he even has his glasses on tonight which shocks you more than anything because ever since the summer started - ever since he’s been around your cousin - he seems to have ditched them

you think slowly the pieces are coming together in your head about what point kun is making

it creeps in and you think shock is going to overcome you when kun confesses - with none of that bravado he seems to have adapted - 

“i just know you hate me and without a good reason you would never let me near you so i - i just did the one thing that meant i could be close to you, because i dont hate you, i really like-”

you take a couple of steps toward him, closing your fingers around his face and you hear kun’s breath hitch up 

you pull him down and toward you and just as you’re about to brush your lips against his - you instead pull him into a tight hug

you bury your face in his chest. his hands stuck stiff at his sides

“im not going to kiss you until you promise me one thing kun”

you can feel his heartbeat and yours, both rushing - louder than the thunder outside

“wh-what?”

“if we do this - whatever this will be - you have to promise you’ll still hangout with my cousin. he really thinks you guys are best friends.”

after a bit of a pause you feel his chest rumble with laughter

which you take offense to as you pull out of his arms - “hey don’t laugh! im being seri-”

“this is why i want to be near you by the way.”

he looks at you and for the first time it isn’t cold or accompanied by a sneer, the warmth in the deep browns almost makes you coy

“the guy you’re enemies with tells you they like you and you go ‘whatever, just keep being nice to my cousin’.”

you cross your arms, “family before boyfriends.”

kun cocks an eyebrow, “boyfriend? you move fast.”

“qian kun you’ve seen me naked. you better be ready for commitment.”

he loops his hands around your waist and you yelp a little at the sound contact - hugging and all is one but now he is pushing you up and against him

“im ready for anything if it means i can see you naked again.”

after that - everything shifts

naturally it does, you do start dating the guy you swore you’d hate till you died but that’s not the only thing

you are also dating the most sought after guy in your town and while most of the other people your age go green with envy - your parents and cousin (surprisingly) are over the moon

your parents you get, but you thought your cousin would hate the idea - when infact he confesses that he’s happy you like kun now - you all three can hangout easier for the rest of his summer here!

you’re all having dinner one time and your mother asks what made you finally realize you liked kun

you fluster, and kun quips that he just had to sneak through your window a couple of times to end up sneaking into your heart

your parents laugh - oh qian kun would never sneak through a window, only bad boys do that!

you almost choke on your peas

you won’t lie - you have insecurities and worries in the beginning, kun could still be pulling a fast one on you. or maybe you two just will never get over the competition between each other.

but that all proves null, you and him can be sarcastic and joke around all you want it doesn’t stop the feelings that grow tenfold through the summer 

that feeling that when you are with him, there isn’t anyone else around 

and kun really is the best at everything (you don’t say it out loud though)

but he does have the looks, the brains, the popularity and boy does he know what he’s doing with those hands of his 

safe to say that he might have seen you naked first but you definitely saw him as well

you joke about it and your cousin is like ok. nevermind. this relationship between yall is GROSS jkjk

and then - like all things, summer ends, and your cousin is back off to his hometown 

and when you’re saying goodbye - he goes up to you and leans in to whisper something so no one else hears

“that’s not going to happen!”

you exclaim when he leans out, but he just shrugs and says “just promise you will.”

so you do promise. 

when you comeback to join kun he asks what the promise was about and you roll your eyes, muttering that it’s unrealistic so it doesn’t matter.

the only issue is - it is very realistic

because ten years later you are sending out invitations to you and kun’s wedding

he’s sitting at the dinner table beside you and watching you handwrite the notes, cutely testing out your cursive 

he teases your mistakes and you swat at him, he leans down to kiss the side of your cheek when he looks at the invitation in your hand

it’s addressed to your cousin and kun reads it out loud: 

“hey cousin, im keeping my promise from the past - the promise that id invite you to me and kun’s wedding.”

kun looks at you and you can’t believe the look makes you blush - even as a damn adult

kun keeps reading;

“and the other promise - that ill dance with you right after i dance with kun.”

kun chuckles, “you might not keep that one - because im not letting anyone else dance with after me. you’ll be mine that night.”

you scrunch up your nose, “dummy - ill be yours forever.” 

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