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loves0phelia · 11 months ago

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Hi! Can I request a Zach Maclaren one shot? Him and reader are college friends. Zach invited them to go skiing with his family. But due to sudden invitation there's only one bed. Fluff (no smut pls)

One Bed

Summery: The request

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: grammar mistakes

A/N: Thank you xxx feel free to request whenever you want!

The chime of the bell above the door signals the entrance of a customer entering the coffee shop you worked at. Typically, your days were intense and you stayed alert to any new customer not to lose track but today it's slow and tranquil, so you don't feel the need to run immediately to the customer.

You're slowly cleaning the table to remove any crumbs left and the dirty cups of coffee, you thought you would leave the person to think about the order for a second but a pair of hands gripped your waist.

“Boo!” A loud scream escaped your attacker's mouth in an attempt to startle you. Your heart leaped, and your body instinctively flinched. You quickly pushed away and jumped, what felt like feet away.

"Zachary MacLaren, what the hell is wrong with you!" Your angry voice echoed off the walls of the shop as you yelled his full name. “Zachary?” He holds his stomach while bending over, laughing uncontrollably.

“I hate you, you know that?” A small smile tugged at the corner of your lips despite you desperately trying to show your anger.

“Hate me? I think you meant love” He smirked and playfully draped his arm around your shoulder. You giggled before pushing away from his embrace.

“What do you want to order, Zach?” You made your way around the counter where the register was.

“Nothing, I just wanted to make sure you were still coming to the ski trip” Gently, he placed his elbow on the counter and leaned down to press his chin against his hand while smiling up at you.

“Of course, I'm coming, I'm not gonna miss the opportunity to see you fall on your ass” After your sentence Zach fake gasped.

“I'll let you know that I'm an impeccable snowboarder. If someone falls it's gonna be you.” He starts to walk backward to the door of your workplace.

“We’ll see about that Zach”

“I'll come pick you up at your dorm room Friday after class alright?” You nodded before saying your goodbyes.

“Wipe that smile off your face, girl,” Your boss' voice cut through the air, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You hadn't realized the effect Zach had on you. You couldn't wait to spend the week with him and his family. … Friday, during class you weren't paying attention. All you could think about was your excitement for the upcoming trip a few hours later.

When Zach came knocking on your dorm door as he had promised two days prior, you were already prepared. Your suitcase was filled with your essentials and you were ready to go.

You both made your way to his house where the rest of his family was. He just needed to come get you and you would all be on your paths to the beautiful house next to the ski mountains.

He opened the door and you were met with chaos. His mom and dad were running around with last-minute tasks and his sister was looking for snacks in the pantry for the road. There was also a boy around Avery's age sitting on the kitchen island with a BattleToad backpack.

“Hey Malix, what are you doing here?” Zach asked him.

“He's coming with us! isn't that awesome? Mom said I could bring a friend this year since you always bring Y/N” His younger sister answered for the boy and your cheeks flushed at her innocent comment about you. You and Zach were indeed glued to the hip, always following each other wherever you went

“Since Avery is too young to sleep with a boy,” His mom interjected and his sister made a gagging sound, “I figured you and Y/n could share the second master bedroom while the kids take the separate rooms” The air in your lungs left your body as if you were hit by a train. You and Zach sharing a room?

“Oh yeah that's fine” He answered casually with not one hint of hesitation in his voice.

Throughout the entire ride to the chalet, you were pressed against him. His legs, much longer than yours, needed more space which made the both of you closer than ever.

When you finally arrived at your destination you felt the air enter your lungs as if you hadn't taken a single breath since your departure.

You along with the rest of his family entered the house, It was still just as pretty as the preceding years. It was massive and spacious. But also rustic with a touch of modern. You would kill to own a place like this one in the future

"You coming?" Zach was already halfway up the circular stairs, his and your suitcase in hand. You nodded hastily and rushed to catch up with him.

He pushed open the two wooden doors revealing the bedroom you would both sleep in tonight and the rest of the week.

The room was spectacular, the queen-sized bed was filled with cozy pillows and soft blankets, and there was a fireplace in front of it as well as a TV, The big windows allowed the sun to shine brightly and make the room warmer.

“Are you sure this isn't your parent's room?” you asked with your voice a little bit trembly, you felt nervous, happy, shy?

“Oh, I'm sure” His lips turned into a big grin and he unexpectedly dropped your bags and ran into the bed. He jumped and landed with a loud “Oof” before snuggling inside the blankets.

“This is so much better than the crappy single beds!” he laughed. “Come on!” He motioned you to copy his previous actions and you couldn't help yourself. You ran and landed beside him, making you both giggle.

“Zach let's go skiing!” Avery barged into the room and yelled excitedly.

“Now? We just got here” he sat up prompting himself on his elbows.

“Pleasee I really want to show the mountains to Malix” She begged her brother.

“Alright” he agreed and she screamed in victory rushing downstairs to announce the news to her friend.

“Do you want to come with us?” He asks as he stands up from the criminally comfy bed.

"Of course," you nodded. In a swift motion, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up from the bed. You stumbled, landing face to face, chest to chest with him. For a moment, you both locked eyes before quickly jumping apart.

"Sorry," he chuckled nervously. All you could do was tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and dismiss him with a shy smile.

After a long evening snowboarding, you all returned home to find a warm meal prepared by his parents. The dinner was lively, filled with discussion and laughter.

And later that night, you cozied up in bed, content and warm.

“Hey, I made us some hot cocoa” You accepted the mug he handed you with a “thank you”, and took a sip. The chocolate taste was heavenly on your tongue.

You and Zach chose a movie on Netflix and watched it until you were both tired. You turned off the lights, extinguished the fire, and lay down together. You were facing his back and as if he read your mind he turned to face you. Even in the dark, you could see him looking at you.

“I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable.” He said calmly which made you shake your head disapprovingly.

“You didn't make me uncomfortable, Zach just nervous…”

“I'm so sorry I didn't mean to, really I just wanted to help you get up. I should have been more soft instead of pulling you like that, It was dumb of me-” he rambled and you cut him off.

“Not nervous in a bad way” you sighed desperately.

“No?” he asked confused.

"I… I like you, and I like being close to you, but it makes me a little nervous," you admitted, your voice trembling. When you were met with silence embarrassment flooded over you like a wave. Quickly, you hid beneath the blankets, wishing you could disappear from the face of the earth.

“Hey” His hands searched for your face in the blankets but failed.”Come back”

You slowly pulled the blanket away from your face, meeting his eyes once again. His warm hand gently rested on your cheek, offering a comforting touch.

“I thought you would never say it” Confusion filled you.

"Wait, what?" you asked, expecting an answer. Instead, his response was his lips pressing gently against yours.

As confused as you were, you kissed him back, which only made him press deeper. His hand slid to the back of your neck, taking your breath away.

His soft lips detached from yours and you took a small breath.

"I knew you liked me," he said, a cocky yet happy smile gracing his lips.

“What-!” His lips once again connected with yours to shush you.

“I like you too though” His smile grew against your lips and your heart grew in size. Turns out sharing a bed was the best thing that could happen to you and Zach.

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taesanrot · 1 year ago

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[love these days] eunseok x f!reader | 3.3k best friends to lovers, implied college au, making out, alc consumption, mutual pining, mls are both a lil dumb, cute n fluffy w a lil smut n angst syn. in which you drunkenly attempt to prove to your friends that you have absolutely no feelings towards your best friend (spoiler alert... you fail) note. storyline is based off of the manhwa these days love special! it's a super cute one shot and a comfort read for me so you guys should check it out. ++ thank u so so much for the support on the teaser, i honestly wrote it on a whim but i'm v proud of this fic so i hope u guys like it as welll <3

you winced at how loud your friends were yelling, sipping on your drink in a weak attempt to calm your nerves. you'd foolishly thought that coming out to drink with your friends would lift up your mood after your terrible week.

you were immediately proven wrong, chaewon and anton's loud arguing was making your head hurt and you just wanted to go home and snuggle into your blanket.

staring at the table top, you lost yourself in your own racing thoughts. you were pulled out of your trance as shotaro nudged you. you looked up at him drearily, and he gave you a sad smile, ruffling your hair.

"what's up? you seem downer than usual." you gave him a weak half smile, opening your mouth to answer his question. you were interrupted by a loud outburst from sohee.

"what do you guys think about guys and girls being best friends? do you think they can stay platonic?" the entire table erupted with noise, everyone drunkenly chiming in to answer his question.

"what on earth are you saying sohee? of course they can!"

"don't you know if you like someone the second you meet them? how can you catch feelings after being friends?"

"kissing my guy friends sounds fucking disgusting, yall stay safe."

you stayed silent, knowing better than to respond -- you already answered sohee's question with your own traitorous heart. you glanced at the table next to yours, eyes landing on the reason you were keeping your mouth shut.

your best friend, song eunseok.

who you were, unfortunately, in love with.

you and eunseok had met in during your college orientation, finding that your personalities clicked quite well as you discussed your respective majors and classes. the rest was history, you two bonded fast, and you quickly became one of his closest friends. it didn't help that the two of you lived in the same apartment complex, meaning that you basically ended up walking home together everyday.

it became a routine, even if the two of you had separate plans you'd meet up somewhere and walk back together

if you were being honest to yourself, you'd been attracted to eunseok from the day you'd met him.

sometimes, you'd think back to the early days of your and eunseok's friendship and wondered how you'd manage to not confess right then and there. chasing the high of the closeness of your friendship had satisfied you somehow.

these days, though, you started to think that you were losing your mind. your feelings for eunseok have only grown stronger as time has passed, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain your usual subtlety.

you felt like you were at your wit's end, ready to confess and be over all of this. and a couple days ago, you had been planning to do just that.

[...]

you reread eunseok's text in confusion, hoping you were walking in the right direction.

you had just gotten out of your last class, and eunseok had texted you to meet him and some other friends on the building's rooftop. you walked around a corner, recognize the back of eunseok's head and his terrible posture.

he was sitting at some picnic tables with two underclassman. just as you were about to wave, you hear one of the other boys speak.

"y/n.... as in kim y/n? you two are pretty close huh, eunseok?" you immediately darting back around the corner, hoping they hadn't seen you yet.

you pulse thrummed under your skin. they were talking about you. you felt your breath hitch as you heard eunseok's tired voice.

"cmon, you know it's not like that, sohee" sohee's loud laugh rang through the air.

"you wish it was though, don't you seokie?" a third voice, hong seunghan, chimed in. you cupped a hand over your mouth to suppress your nervous laughter. you heard eunseok shift in his seat before he spoke the words that would ruin your week.

"y/n.... she's nice and i like her. she's not even close to my type, though."

your face twitched and you clenched your hands into fists, nails digging crescents into your palms. you had to get out of here, and get out of there you did.

turning in the direction you'd come from minutes ago, you disappeared down the stairs, bolting to the comfort of your apartment. you shot eunseok a text later and make up an excuse, saying something came up on the way there. he never questioned it, thankfully.

[...]

remembering it made your shoulders sag, and you sighed for what had to be the 30th time that night, taking another swig from your beer.

of course you of all people would get rejected before you even had the chance to confess. you finally tuned back into the conversation. to your dismay, sungchan had begun to gush over his girlfriend of five years.

"it doesn't matter what i think, i'm already locked in for good." everyone rolled their eyes as he turned his phone around to show you guys pictures of his girlfriend, jiwoo, pictures that everyone had already seen a million times.

"isn't she so cute? i miss her, she's so busy these days."

huffing slightly, you felt your eyes waver over to the table next to yours. to certain brown haired boy, more importantly.

normally, eunseok would be drinking with you and your friends, but he was supposed to be getting to know some of the people in his major department better.

one of the students in question was doe-eyed underclassman sullyoon. your stomach turned uncomfortably as you watched her prettily laugh at eunseok's quips, covering her mouth politely and crinkling her eyes ever so slightly. it was impossible for you to look away as she unabashedly flirted with your best friend; the sight was almost nauseating.

jealousy tore through you, an eerie sadness filling you up from bottom to top. she was just his type, you realized, the epiphany making your mood even worse than it already was. today was the worst.

sullyoon's advances and your completely-not-subtle staring didn't go unnoticed by shotaro either.

"guess she's laid her claim on eunseok, huh?" he joked, nudging your side playfully. you dreadfully gulped down the last of your beer.

"how would i know?" you spoke gloomily, and a frown slowly etched itself onto shotaro's face as he put together the pieces in front of him.

his gaze remained on your dull figure for a moment longer before he suddenly sat up and gasped, grabbing your attention.

"guys, we're forgetting about the closest guy and girl here! aren't you best friends with song eunseok, y/n?" your eyes widen as shotaro's words boom through the bar. after a short pause, your friends went into uproar.

"hey, you're right, taro"

"do you like eunseok, y/n?"

"oh my god do you think they've kissed"

the words coming out of shotaro's mouth reached your ears almost in slow motion. your posture stiffened and you coughed roughly in shock, looking over to make eye contact with an unamused eunseok. his table had fallen into silence as well, everyone listening and waiting for what you had to say.

oh god, does he think i told him to say that? he's gonna think i like him. fuck fuck fuck.

alcohol tainted thoughts ran through your head as you panicked, trying to think of ways to shut down the conversation as quick as possible.

"you guys are crazy. me and eunseok could shower together and i still wouldn't catch feelings" seriously? that was the best you could think of?

berating yourself internally, you tried your hardest to fake nonchalance and act like that blatant lie wasn't tearing you in two. you glanced over at your best friend again, his expression unreadable. there was no going back; you really had to get over eunseok now.

tearing your gaze away from him, you downed the rest of your beer and glared at osaki shotaro's back.

[...]

"it's too earlyyyy we can't go home" chaewon half spoke and half shrieked, arm wrapped around sohee's shoulder.

"let's go to karaoke!" seunghan chirped, his suggestion earning cheers. you and eunseok both stepped away from the group, saying quiet goodbyes and excusing yourselves to walk back home. your friends cheered seeing the two of you walk away together, and you wished a hole would open in the ground and swallow you whole.

"god i feel like shit" you groaned, rubbing your forehead drearily. eunseok chuckled at your frazzled state, tugging the sleeve of your jacket and pulling you closer to him.

you held your breath as he playfully tugged the hood of your zip up over your face, laughing at the way you sputtered curses at him. the two of you bantered like this almost all the way until your place. when the two of your finally fell into a peaceful silence, you spoke.

"sullyoon seemed pretty into you." you craned your neck and tilted your gaze to the dark sky, hoping the boy next to you wouldn't be able to notice the sadness in your eyes. eunseok rolled his eyes at your question and coughed.

"did she, now?" playing dumb, he smirked at the way your gaze whipped to his face, staring at him incredulously. he hadn't helped himself to nearly as many drinks as you, a slight buzz coursing through his veins.

"i mean i found it pretty obvious." this time, eunseok laughed loudly. you really couldn't hold yourself back at all when you were wasted. your eyebrows furrowed and a blush ran across your cheeks at his laughter and response.

usually, you were pretty careful with how much you drank around your best friend, not wanting to unintentionally expose the feelings your fought so hard to hide from him.

unfortunately, past you did not anticipate shotaro's quips or the events of the past few days, the frustration leading you to allow yourself more drinks than usual.

the front door of your apartment complex came into view before eunseok could answer you. looking at your flushed face and droopy eyes, he decided it'd be best for him to help you to your place. the two of you rode in the elevator in silence, opening to your floor. you're face contorted in confusion as eunseok stepped out as well, hand coming to rest on your back as he led you to your unit.

"what're you doing?" you slurred at him. the fresh air had done nothing to sober you up, and eunseok rolled his eyes with a smile.

"making sure you actually make it to your bed." he fished your keys out of your pocket for you and opened the door to your small apartment. slightly tripping over your feet, you walked in and kicked off your shoes.

before you could even think of slumping onto the floor or your kitchen, eunseok grabbed your shoulders and led you to your room, laughing as you swatted his hands and sat on your bed.

you groaned as you leaned back and laid on your bed, exhaustion catching up to you. you brought a hand up to shield your eyes from the dizzying ceiling light. feeling the bed dip slightly next to you, you turned your gaze to eunseok. he was sitting right next to your laying figure, hand coming up to rub your shoulder lightly.

"cmon, you gotta actually get ready for bed." eunseok sighed and shook his head, pinching your neck and earning another groan.

after a painfully long amount of time, eunseok had managed to get you off your bed and into the bathroom. he helped your wipe off your leftover makeup and made sure you took out your contacts and brushed your teeth.

routine complete and pajamas adorned, you stood and stared at your awaiting bed, something stopped your from getting in and slipping underneath the covers.

eunseok turned off the lights in your bathroom and the rest of your apartment before returning to your bedroom with a glass of water.

"here, have some water." after seeing your stilled figure still standing next to the head of the bed, his eyebrows furrowed.

"are you okay?" the boy inquired. he reached his hand out to rest on the small of your back, but you turned and sat down on the bed before he had the chance.

"seokie..." you mumbled softly. eunseok felt his cheeks burn at the nickname the rolled off your drunken tongue. you'd only used it a few times -- almost always when you were intoxicated. eunseok never found it in him to tell you he loved it.

"i lied earlier, i'm sorry." you stared at your socked toes and eunseok's brows furrowed in confusion. lied? what is she talking about?

"about what?" you looked up to meet eunseok's eyes. they bored into you, sending a shiver down your spine as your mouth suddenly dried up. clearing your throat slightly, the secret you had been keeping for so long slipped from your lips.

"i can't shower with you." well, not quite. eunseok chuckled lightly at your serious tone.

"what? why does that matter?" he pried further, chuckling at your pout. you didn't find this situation amusing, all of the memories of eunseok rejecting you flowing back into your mind. letting out a tearful sigh, your face fell into your hands with a loud smack.

"i can't because i already have feelings for you!" eunseok's lazy smile dropped immediately, not only at the fact that you just confessed to him, but also because you were now crying into your hands.

"i like you so much, i'm sorry seokie. sohee was right about me." you sniffled and cried even harder into your hands, not realizing eunseok kneeling in front of you. your crying subsided as eunseok's hands wrapped around yours, pulling them away from your teary face.

"you're seriously something else." your best friend smiled at your teary eyes and red nose. even while crying you looked so adorable to him. you opened your mouth to whine at him but he placed a finger over your lips, continuing.

"i can't shower with you either, y/n" your face crumpled even more.

"because i'm not even close to your type! i already know that, you asshole." it was your turn to stare in confusion as eunseok laughed and shook his head.

"no, don't you get it?" a thick silence hung in the air as you racked your brain for any possible explanation.

because he wants to keep things platonic? no, that can't be it. or maybe ...

no.

does he... like me?

eunseok watched the gears turn in your head, seeing your face fill with realization before you spoke.

"do you l-" eunseok didn't give you a chance to finish your question, moving forward and swiftly capturing your lips in his own.

you made a noise of surprise before shutting your eyes, reaching for his shirt to pull him on top of you. eunseok was gentle as ever with you, laying you down on the bed slowly. hovering over you, he let his tongue run across your bottom lip, coaxing your mouth further open so he could taste more of you.

you sighed out in satisfaction as you felt his warm tongue explore your mouth. you don't know how long you'd been waiting for this moment. running your hands along the blades of his shoulders, you pressed them into his back, hugging him close as if he might disappear.

entangling his legs with yours, breathing the same air as you, eunseok wanted to capture this moment and lock it in his memory forever. he decided instead to let you know how he felt through his lips and hands, easing his fingers through your hair and sucking your bottom lip.

as he pulled away and the two of you watched the string of saliva connecting your lips, you wondered how you managed to bottle up your feelings for the boy above you for as long as you did.

twisting the hem of your shirt, eunseok looked into your eyes with a hooded gaze, drunk off of you.

"can i?"

[...]

opening your eyes slowly, you registered your surroundings. you were snuggled in bed, wrapped in your comforter.

as you mind flashed with the memories of the bar last night, you shot up in bed.

"morning." you screamed at the greeting, turning to see eunseok laying next to you in your bed, scrolling through his phone lazily.

"what are you-" you question was interrupted by a loud noise from the boy's stomach.

"ugh, i'm so hungry, lemme go pee and let's get something to eat, yeah?" eunseok fought to hide his laugh as he watched you scratch the back of neck in confusion.

[...]

you stared at eunseok intensely as he ate his burger and fries like a starved man. you and your best friend were seated in nearby diner. you wished you knew what eunseok was thinking; he hadn't brought up the events of the night before and you were starting to think they didn't even happen. not to mention your memory was pretty foggy following eunseok helping you to your room anyways.

you hoped nothing happened past the two of you making out; you'd really want to remember sleeping with eunseok if you did. looking up at eunseok nonchalantly sipping on his coke, your patience ran out.

"we didn't sleep together, right?" eunseok swallowed his drink slowly, letting your question hang in the air for the moment before answering.

"what do you remember?" he inquired and you exhaled shallowly.

"kissing. and you took off my shirt i think." the boy in front of you smiled. he was secretly very happy you remembered the night before. he'd be a little bothered if he was the only one who remembered your first kiss together.

"yeah, you passed out like right after that." he chuckled, watching your face turn bright red. chewing your bottom lip, you turned your focus back to your food. eunseok smiled softly at you. he thought you were too cute for your own good.

[...]

walking back to your apartment, you turned to eunseok.

"you never told me if you liked me." eunseok stopped in his tracks, turning to look at you in disbeilef.

"the making out wasn't enough of an answer for you?" he laughed as you smacked his arm, hoping no one passing by heard eunseok's crass answer.

"song eunseok!" smiling like you were the only person in the world, eunseok grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours.

"y/n, i like you too. will you go out with me?" swinging your arms, he pouted at you, waiting for answer.

"ugh, you're so corny." snatching your hand out of his grasp, you jokingly walked away from the boy, giggling.

"hey! you're the one with a crush on me!" he chased after you, laughing as he wrapped his arms around you and locked you in his grasp. turning in his arms to face him, you met his brown eyes and smiled prettily.

"i'd love to go out with you."

[bonus — the day eunseok "rejected" you]

"y/n.... she's nice and i like her. she's not even close to my type, though."

eunseok's words hung in the air as he searched for the right way to express his thoughts. just hearing your name made his cheeks flush pink. balancing his chin in his hand, he continued.

"somehow though, she seems prettier every time i see her." this earned a loud cheer from the two boys.

"eunseok hyung, you really surprised me." seunghan laughed at the eunseok's dopey smile.

"could you guys please keep it a secret for me?"

...

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starlost-maniac · 2 months ago

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Lose My Breath - Ch 1

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Warnings/genre: college au, SMUT, pia, piv, mxm, mxf, piercings/tattoos, frat SKZ, goth Jisung

Pairing: ChanSung x fem!reader (mostly Chan x Jisung)

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It's Monday morning. Jisung sat at the back of his music production class. He spun his pen in his hand, reading over the notes he had taken during class last week, waiting for today's class to start. He chewed on his lower lip, a habit he knows he needs to break, but can't seem to. His two lip rings tap his teeth as he bites the flesh.

He looks up from his notes, his dark eyelined eyes scan the classroom, looking over the slowly filling class. He sat in the very back row alone. He didn't have many friends outside his boyfriend's frat brothers. They welcomed him with open arms and considered them family, but aside from them, he doesn't really talk to anyone. Most of his class sat in the lower seats, closer to the teacher, a few others scattered through the rows of seats. The professor used to be in a famous rock band, and the students found him hot. Which Jisung couldn't argue, but he wasn't a simp for his teachers.

His eyes flicked to the windows, looking out at the red and orange leaves that litter the trees. He sighs softly and looks back at his notes. The first week of the new semester always sucked. It's his second year of classes, and he's already ready for it to end. He's still reading through his notes when he hears a soft voice next to him.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you."

He turns his head to the voice. Looking at the person who was standing next to where he sat, his breath caught in his throat, making him lose his breath. He sees a pretty looking girl, looking to be about his height, with bright eyes that looked ready to learn. She had a pair of dark grey jean short shorts on, a black tank top, and a light sheer black kimono cardigan on top.

"I was wondering if it was ok to sit here? I don't usually like sitting up front. But it's ok if you don't want me to." You smile softly. He swallows his spit, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He nods a little as he watches you with wide eyes. "Thank you." You set your bag on the table as you sit down. There was a seat between the two of you.

"Is there anything important I missed last week? They changed the classes I needed for my degree, so I missed a whole week of this class." You say as you pull out your notebook and pen, setting them on the desk.

"Oh, um. Not really. Just uh..just an introduction to the class and some small notes." He says, looking back at his notebook. "I can make a copy of my notes for you? My boyfriend has a copier at his frat house." He offers. You look at him with another soft smile.

"I'd appreciate that, thank you." You turn back to face the class as the professor walks in, calling attention to the class. Jisung pulls his hood up over his head. You diligently take notes as your professor talks, not noticing the looks the boy next to you passes your way. Jisung bites his lip again, the metal of his lip rings clinking against his teeth again.

Class ends, and you start to pack up your things, Jisung doing the same. As you stand up, you turn towards him.

"My name is Y/n, by the way. It's nice to meet you." You hold your hand out to him. He stares up at you for a moment before reaching out to grasp your hand. You notice his nails were all painted black, and he had a few silver rings on his fingers.

"I'm Jisung. It's nice to meet you too." He lets go of your hand and stands up.

"Do you mind if I sit here next class? You're the only person I know here." You say shyly.

"I don't mind. I can't really tell you no, either." He shrugs a little. You smile at him again.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow when we have class." You wave before you leave, rushing off to your next class. He watches you walk away, how your hips sway as you do. How your jean short shorts hug your hips and ass perfectly. He sighs quietly when you step through the door. He grabs his bag and heads off to his next class.

He couldn't concentrate during class. He kept doodling in his notebook, mind going back to you. Doodling absent-mindedly, he notices that one of the doodles resembles you. He bites his tongue a little, the bar in the muscle hitting the roof of his mouth. He groans a little, flipping the page of his notebook, he tries to concentrate on the class.

When the end of his classes rolls around, he heads over to where the college football field is. He climbs the bleachers and sits, watching the team practice. He smiles when he sees his boyfriend catch the ball. He can't believe he's dating the quarterback. Jisung looks to his left when he hears footsteps on the metal walkway beside him.

"Hi, Felix. What's up? Come to watch Minho play?" He smiles at his friend.

"Maybe." He chuckles. "You come to watch Chan?"

"You know it. He's got the best ass on the team, and you know I love a man in uniform." He fans his face, pretending to swoon. Both the boys laugh as Felix sits next to him. They're both silent for a little as they watch the team.

"The house wants to throw a party next month. To start off the new semester, ya know?" Jisung nods.

"I remember they did one last semester. They had a lot more parties from what I remember, though." He chuckles. "Not that I was downstairs often, though." He wiggles his eyebrows at Felix. The freckled boy playfully shoves Jisung's shoulder as he laughs.

"No, I get it. Minho pulled me away a few times throughout the parties." He smiles as he looks down at the field. He sees Minho drinking some water and sends him a small wave. Minho waves back, sending him a heart with his fingers as the water bottle was still at his lips. Chan walks over and slaps Minho's ass before he waves up to Jisung, blowing him a kiss right after. Jisung smiles and blows a kiss back.

Once practice is done, Jisung and Felix walk off the bleachers and down to where the guys leave. They greet Changbin when he steps out, Minho and Chan following behind. Minho drapes his arm around Felix's shoulder, the younger wrapping his around the older's waist. Chan gently grabs Jisung's hand, intertwining their fingers.

"Hi, Ji, baby." He leans down to peck Jisung's lips, smiling when Jisung chases his lips. "After I shower, baby. I'm sweaty and gross."

"I like it when you're sweaty, though." Jisung teases.

"Yeah, after I rail you." Chan laughs. "I'm a gross sweaty right now."

"Well, fuck me in the shower then. Two birds." Jisung shrugs, teasing his boyfriend. Chan laughs and kisses the males temple.

"Let's get back to the frat house." The two couples and Changbin all walk to the frat house, Chan and Jisung immediately going up to Chan's room. Jisung drops his bag on Chan's desk, taking off his jacket and drapes it over the back of the desk chair. Chan steps up behind Jisung and wraps his arm around his lithe waist, planting wet, open mouthed kisses along the honey skin of his neck.

"Thought you wanted to shower?" Jisung tilts his head, eyes closing.

"Mm. I do, but I'm needy." Chan nips Jisung's neck, hand slipping to the front of Jisung's pants. "Grab some clothes to change into and you're gonna shower with me." He lets his hand brush over the zipper of Jisung's distressed black jeans, teasing him. Chan places one more kiss to his neck before pulling away, patting Jisung's ass. He grins and winks when Jisung turns around to pout. Grabbing clean clothes and his shower supplies, he goes to the shower on that floor, Jisung following behind.

Chan starts the shower, letting the water warm up. Jisung sets the clothes he's borrowing from Chan on the bathroom counter. Without turning from the counter, he starts to pull his shirt off, revealing his bare back, a few tattoos were revealed across his upper arms, his chest and ribs. Chan watches his boyfriend, eyes trailing the expanse of his back down his lithe waist.

"How did I get so lucky to have such a hot boyfriend?" Chan asks, leaning against the bathroom wall. Jisung looks at him through the mirror.

"Mmm..from what I remember," Jisung starts, "you pestered me for an entire semester, found my socials and pestered me throughout break, and then into the next semester until I agreed to go on a date with you." The younger male says, a soft smile on his face. Chan smirks and pushes himself off the wall to walk to Jisung, standing behind him, he places his hands on his boyfriend's waist.

"And I'm glad I did. I'm persistent. You're the best thing that's happened to me, Ji." He kisses Jisung's blue hair.

"I still don't understand why the star football player that all the college's wanted, would go out with someone like me. The 'weird goth kid' and not one of the 'popular' cheerleaders." Jisung leans back against Chan.

"Cause I don't care for the preppy attitudes they have. They usually just want to date football players for status, and I'm not about that. I like your personality, how cute you looked and how I could get you to smile with the simplest things. Plus.." he kisses Jisung's head again. "I'm 100% positive you give better head than they do." He laughs when Jisung quirks a brow at him in the mirror. "Now.." he presses against Jisung's ass lightly. "Get naked so we can shower, yeah?" He chuckles and lets him go when Jisung straightens up.

Jisung laughs and shakes his head. Chan strips behind him, dropping his laundry on the floor to pick up later with Jisung dropping his laundry on top of Chan's. Checking the water, making sure it's not too hot, Chan steps in and groans as his muscles start to relax. Jisung steps in with him, standing against the wall of the shower cubicle. Chan smiles at him, letting his eyes wander over his boyfriend's body.

"I'm still so glad you got this done. It's one of my favorite piercings.." Chan mutters as he reaches out, gently grazing Jisung's soft member, touching one of the metal balls that sit atop his skin. Jisung groans softly, his length twitching as the simple touch makes him start to harden. "Sensitive today, Ji?" Chan chuckles when Jisung whines a little. He pulls Jisung over to him gently, the younger wrapping his arms loosely around Chan's neck, the warm water splashing against Chan's back and Jisung's arms.

"Just for you." Jisung smiles as Chan leans down to slot his lips against his. Jisung slips his tongue into Chan's mouth, the older groaning as his and Jisung's pierced tongue dance. Chan's cock starts getting hard, pressing against Jisung's lower stomach.

"Want to top, or you want me to fuck you silly again?" Chan mumbles into Jisung's mouth.

"Just fuck me already, Chan." Jisung laughs softly. Chan reaches down and gently grips Jisung's ass, squeezing a few times. He crouches down and lifts him up, having Jisung wrap his legs around his waist. The blue haired boy reaches behind and under himself, carefully guiding Chan's leaking cock to his entrance. Carefully, Chan pushes his length into Jisung, the younger groans out at the stretch, arching his back a bit. Chan leans down and kisses Jisung's tattooed pecs.

"Let me know if you need me to stop, baby boy." Jisung just nods as he takes Chan's length, laying his head on Chan's shoulder. When Chan bottoms out, he holds the male close, letting him get used to the stretch as neither prepped Jisung this time. "You're doing great, baby. Taking me so well."

"I always take you well.." He mumbles into Chan's lightly tanned skin, earning a snicker from him.

"Do you not like it when I praise you?" Chan asks as he slowly starts to fuck up into his boyfriend, earning soft moans and groans.

"You better not stop praising me." Jisung says as he lifts his head, placing a kiss on Chan's jaw.

"Wouldn't dream of it, love." He grunts softly as he continues to fuck into Jisung. Chan takes a step forward, pressing Jisung's back against the shower wall, the younger leans back to look down at the older. "I noticed my hickies faded. I need to freshen those up…" Chan chuckles, leaning close to Jisung's neck, he starts placing soft gentle kisses before latching onto his skin. He ends up littering Jisung's neck, shoulders and some spots of his chest in hickies of varying sizes. Jisung manages to leave a few of his own on Chan's neck and broad shoulders.

Chan shifts Jisung a little bit in his hold, now fucking up into him at a slightly different angle. Jisung arches his back and moans Chan's name out. Chan smirks, knowing he found Jisung's spot. He keeps fucking up into him, making Jisung cum between them, his cum landing on their stomachs and chests.

"Mm..my messy, messy boy." He kisses Jisung deeply, shoving his tongue into his mouth as he thrusts deeply and cums. They both groan into the kiss, Jisung gripping Chan's shoulders. Once they're both down from their highs, Chan carefully pulls out and sets Jisung down, the younger leaning against the wall. "Let's get you cleaned up, and see if Minho made anything for dinner, hm?"

Chan cleans them both up, taking extra care to clean Jisung up. Stepping out, he dries Jisung off before drying himself. His dark curls fluffing up as they dry. They dress and head downstairs, Jisung donned in a black tank top and a pair of grey sweatpants. Chan in a black tanktop and shorts.

They find both Minho and Felix in the frat kitchen, Minho standing in front of the oven, Felix sitting up on the counter nearby. Felix was shirtless, his own skin littered in bites from Minho. Minho has one peeking out from under his collar. Chan sits at the table, pulling Jisung into his lap by the waist. Chan lays his head on Jisung's back, looking over towards his frat brothers.

"What's for dinner, Min?" Chan asks.

"Pasta bake. Felix wanted it, so." He shrugs, turning the timer off on the stove before it beeps. He opens the oven and grabs oven mitts before pulling the food out. He sets it on the stove top and shuts the oven door. "Can you go grab the rest of the idiots, Lix?" He asks the blonde softly, giving the boy a kiss on his freckled cheeks. He smiles and nods, getting up off the counter, he pads out of the kitchen.

"I've never seen you so soft, Min." Chan chuckles. Minho playfully glares at him as he grabs plates out of the cupboard.

After dinner, Chan and Jisung are back in Chan's room, Chan sitting up against his pillows with Jisung laying between his legs, back against him. Jisung was going through his notes for class, forgetting about the doodles he had. Chan looks at the notes that Jisung had written down. Looking at the doodles, he sees the one that Jisung drew of you. Chan has an inkling he's seen someone like this before.

"Ooh, who's this, Ji?" Chan reaches over and points at the doodle. Jisung's cheeks turn a light pink.

"I forgot about this..she's someone I met in class today. Her name was…Y/n? I think?"

"Were you thinking of asking her? Cause you don't just draw random people, babe. You usually draw all these intricate designs." Chan places his hand on Jisung's shoulder. Jisung shrugs a little.

"I don't know. I just met her today, and I don't know how she'd feel about it." Jisung shuts the notebook and lays his head back on Chan's chest.

"Just think about it, baby boy. I'm in no rush." His hand snakes down to Jisung's chest. He kisses his boyfriend's head. "If you're ready for bed, strip and get back in bed. It's getting late." He smiles.

Once comfortable, Jisung lays against Chan, his head on Chan's chest with Chan's arms wrapped tightly around him.

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transvampireboyfriend · 2 years ago

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@steddie-week day 3: discover + first kiss

"There you are!" Eddie says, like he's been looking for him everywhere, his face even lighting up as he enters the kitchen.

"Here I am." Steve shoots back.

Steve's sure that he's wearing a similar expression. He missed him.

After Eddie and Robin graduated, Eddie took a job at a local auto shop while Robin and Steve took jobs at the library and filled out college applications.

During that time the three of them had gotten really close, talking each other through tough times and celebrating what they achieved together.

Steve moved with Robin to start school at the beginning of this year and Eddie stayed with his uncle, still figuring out what he wanted to do with his future.

So, this is the first time they've been apart for months since they met, and Steve did not anticipate how much he would need to see him, to hear him.

The phone doesn't do his voice justice.

Steve puts the dough down to wipe the flour off his hands, but his eyes never leave Eddie as he drops his tote bag on a stool across from Steve.

"Can't believe they left you here with all the work, man" Eddie laments, shaking his head and walking around the kitchen island to where Steve is.

Steve's heart beats oddly fast in his chest as he huffs a small laugh and tries to figure out if a hug is okay in the split second before Eddie pulls him into his arms.

Steve wraps his arms around him and rests his chin on Eddie's shoulder, relieved.

"I don't mind" Steve murmurs, about making the pizza while the kids catch up with Robin and Nancy in the living room.

Eddie chuckles, softly claps his back and pulls away to grab Steve's shoulders instead

"Of course you don't" he says, with mirth in his eyes "How are you, Stevie?" he asks, his head tilting to the side and his dimples showing.

"Hi" Steve says to those dimples he hadn't seen in so long "I mean- good. I'm good" Steve smiles, genuinely delighted. "How are you? How was the drive?" Steve asks

"Ugh, it was hell!" Eddie slumps a little when he says it, his exhaustion evident "but I'm good!" he assures, "you know what I need?"

Steve shakes his head no "What?"

"To help you make like seven pizzas right now," Eddie answers, squeezing Steve's shoulders before letting go. "Where do you need me?"

That's a question.

It's not like Steve hadn't notice his crush on Eddie before he moved away, but he was kind of ignoring it, or at least trying to for the sake of their friendship.

Clicking with someone the way he did with Eddie was rare for him, he didn't wanna risk losing that, especially after so many failed dates; Steve was just kinda over the whole thing.

And Eddie never showed anything more than friendly affection so, really, it was the right thing to do to just, pretend like Eddie's eyes weren't the only thing he could think of when the sun first filtered through his windows.

And he'd thought it would go away in time, and then with so many miles between them.

But here he is again, asking how he can help Steve cook pizza for their friends and Steve kinda wants to cry a bit, because no, of course it wouldn't go away.

If anything it seems distance has made it worse, Steve feels intoxicated by the smell of cigarettes and pine trees.

"Um, there's two in the oven" Steve points out, "and everything's already chopped up, I guess you can help me put the toppings on these next two?" Steve suggests, going back to knead two more bases out of the dough he left on the island countertop.

"Yessir!" Eddie salutes, walking back to rummage in his tote. "I brought brownies for dessert," Eddie offers, bringing out the container "totally safe." he assures.

"I have ice cream too, which I assume im putting there?" Eddie asks, pointing to the refrigerator behind Steve, Steve nods.

Eddie brings out the tub of ice cream and spots something else in his bag "oh and I had olives!" he places an olives jar on the table before walking towards the fridge.

"I thought you didn't like olives" Steve comments

Eddie sticks his head in their freezer and answers "oh, I don't mind them"

Steve fully turns to him with a confused frown "no, i remember you specifically requesting no olives in our pizza for the past, like, year"

Eddie's making space in their freezer, moving things around. He casually says "that's because you don't like them, Stevie" and continues his task like what he just said has no significance at all.

Steve blinks, feels stuck to where he's standing.

Steve had mentioned he doesn't like olives maybe a week after the whole upside down business, when the kids had been at Dustin's and Claudia had offered him salad during dinner, which he politely refused, because it had olives.

Eddie was there, they had all been working on characters for their next campaign and stayed for dinner. Steve had only dropped by to deliver a book Dustin left in his car, and Claudia invited him to stay.

Come to think of it, Eddie had enjoyed that salad just fine.

Steve never mentioned olives again.

And it wouldn't be until a month later that Eddie would first order pizza for them making that specific request.

For Steve.

And it's so silly, it's such a small thing, but all of a sudden a myriad of small things are thrust in Steve's face.

Eddie watching Grease with him, Eddie always knowing how he takes his coffee, Eddie singing along to ABBA in Steve's car, Eddie complimenting the jacket everyone said made him look dorky, Eddie keeping a Tears For Fears tape in his car, Eddie using one of his sick days to help him pack the stuff in his room, Eddie memorizing his schedule and calling him multiple times a week for the past few months exactly when he knew Steve would be home and bored without Robin.

It's like someone lifts a veil off his eyes.

Steve's watched Friday the 13th five times and would watch it again if it was with Eddie, he knows Eddie takes his coffee with a frankly concerning amount of sugar, there's a Black Sabbath record in his room right now!

He's never put in this type of effort with friends before! They either have similar tastes already or Steve doesn't feel the need to match them anyways.

It's different with Eddie, it's like he wants to be connected to him somehow, make sure they're close.

He didn't know Robin liked tea until they moved in together! He knows Eddie categorically refuses to try tea in any form. And actually, his uncle got him thinking about it and he's considering to change that, Eddie told him about it last Thursday while Robin was at band practice.

He's never tried somebody else's music without them asking for it, he's never volunteered to watch a horror movie, he's never worn clothes he thought wouldn't fit his style, he's only ever done that with

"Eddie" he says out loud, it comes out a little breathless but Eddie doesn't seem to notice.

"Hmm?" he acknowledges, finally placing the ice cream in the freezer and Steve catches a glimpse of it as Eddie shuts the freezer door.

He turns to Steve and raises his eyebrows.

"Was that cookies and cream?" Steve asks

"Mhm. Yep" Eddie confirms

"Why'd you buy that one?" Steve wants to know.

Eddie shrugs " 'Cause it's your favorite" he answers, easy.

So easy. Like he didn't even consider any other flavor.

"Why did you buy my favorite ice cream, Eddie?" Steve insists,

Eddie splutters "I- I um, I mean do you not-?" he trails off and looks at Steve's posture, the way he hasn't moved a hair in the last couple of moments must click then. His eyes trail up to meet Steve's again and realization dawns on his face.

"Holy shit, Steve. You didn't know?"

"What?! What do you mean I didn't know? Who knew?!"

"I-! um, everyone? I'm not exactly subt-"

"oh my god!"

Steve can feel the blood warming his face and ears and it seems to spring Eddie back into action.

"I mean! Clearly not everyone knew! You didn't know!" he says walking over to him and running his hands up and down Steve's arms "pfft, practically no one knew!"

"Eddie" Steve wants to laugh but he's afraid he might burst into tears.

"I thought you knew" Eddie says in the smallest voice he's used so far, his hands stilling.

"I'm sorry" Steve says,

"No!" Eddie protests, his hands coming up to grab Steve's face "No, sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry about"

Steve scoffs,

"Of course you didn't know!" Eddie continues "I never told you!" his hands caress Steve's cheeks and Steve thinks his knees might give out.

"So, I'm telling you now" Eddie says, determined. He takes a deep breath.

He looks into Steve's eyes and says "Steve, I am crazy about you. Not a day has gone by since the eighth fucking grade where I haven't thought about you. And since last year, it has been nothing but good things. I promise"

Steve snorts a laugh at that, his hands coming up to hold on to Eddie's wrists as they both shake with soft laughter.

"You have the most beautiful smile i have ever seen in my life" Eddie goes on. "You are the bravest, kindest, most badass person I know, your hair is a fucking miracle and your eyes. god, your eyes. i have tried to find something that even remotely gets close to the color of your eyes and I can't, and I've resigned myself to never finding it because even an exact match would not make me feel the way your eyes do. Because they're very pretty, but it's not about the color. It's just the fact that you're looking at me"

"God, Eddie" Steve sniffles, not sure what to even do with all the happiness inside of him.

Eddie scoffs a soft laugh "Seeing you happy makes me very happy." he explains "So i try to do little things that'll help that happen. That's why I bought your favorite ice cream, Stevie"

Steve smiles at him and rubs circles against his wrists.

Eddie, seemingly unable to stop talking says "it's selfish really, if you think abo-"

"I'm gonna kiss you now" Steve tells him

"Oh, oka-mmph"

Eddie's lips are soft and gentle and Steve has to coax him into being less tentative but once he does, Eddie kisses him insistently, never letting Steve get too far away, like he can't get enough of Steve. It makes Steve's heart flutter in his chest.

When they finally come up for breath Steve tells him "I can't believe you like olives" trailing his hands down his sides.

Eddie laughs, Steve loves that sound.

"I can stop" Eddie reminds him, placing a peck against Steve's smile.

"And I don't like them" he continues "i just don't mind 'em"

Steve hums a disapproving tone but still leans in for another small kiss.

"I only brought them in case anyone wanted them! they were left over I swear" Eddie excuses against his lips. Steve giggles, his hands now on Eddie's waist, toying with his chains.

"You look good today" Steve tells him

"Oh?"

"Smell good too." Steve says, nosing his cheek. Eddie shivers.

"Always do" Steve clarifies, his mouth coming back to kiss Eddie softly as his hands trail up to play with strands of his hair.

"Your hair's so soft" Steve continues "and pretty. You're pretty"

It makes Eddie blush and Steve grins, delighted by what he achieved.

"And you're brave too Eds, and badass, and cool and fun" Steve smiles when Eddie scoffs but once he sobers up he continues "And I think your eyes are prettier than rays of sunshine." Steve tells him "And I think I'd do anything for you" he adds.

Before he can register the way Eddie's looking at him, Steve's being kissed again with an assuredness that makes him sigh.

The only thing that parts them is the oven timer dinging and even then, Steve has to threaten Eddie with no pizza if he doesn't let Steve go.

Steve doesn't think he's ever been happier.

#steddieweek2023 #steddie headcanon #steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #stranger things #apologies for anything that doesn't makes sense im very sleeby #i might clean this up later and put it on ao3 #but for now have it! i actually liked how the idea turned out #.

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dayluxe · 4 months ago

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Tik Tok Trends - Jamal Musiala

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pairing: Jamal Musiala x fem!reader

summary: you decide to play a 'dafak' prank on your boyfriend

warnings: use of the translator

w/c: 1.363

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you were resting on the sofa in his living room. Your free time seemed endless now that you had a vacation from college, so your day was based on watching series, using your cell phone or listening to music.

In the last few weeks a very funny trend had appeared on Tik Tok. it was practically a matter of saying a rude word after a sentence. whether the person is doing a food rating with someone else, or just talking about anything. You remembered that the famous crumbl cookies would arrive that day. You were a loyal follower that these cookies were horrible, and even before ordering them you checked their ingredients, and just seeing them you felt like you were vomiting.

Your boyfriend was soon coming home from his training, and you had told him that you wanted to try them with him, so you already had an excuse to be able to make the joke without giving him such a deep explanation. He didn't know why you were such a fan of recording things like that with him, but he thought it was funny to see it afterwards so he didn't refuse.

you let out a little laugh just thinking about Jamal's face when you made the video, it would surely be worth uploading it to your social networks.

You heard the door of her house open, a sign that your boyfriend was at home "Hello, honey" he said when he saw you sitting on the sofa. You reached out to give him a kiss "Hey, how did it go today?" you asked. It was always funny to hear his anecdotes with the team "well, today we were passing the ball, the common, and when I wanted to go stretch my leg to pass it I almost fell. It was horrible, you don't know all the teasing I endured throughout the training, and the worst of all is that it was recorded, forever. I think that even the team's account has already uploaded it"

Soon Jamal found himself talking about all his training. The conversation flowed as always, calmly. You talked to him about how your day went, "boring and lazy" you told him "you should come with me to training" he replied "no, then you lose concentration with me, and I don't want that to happen to you, my love" you told him "I can't deny that," Jamal replied, and then kissed and went to shower.

When he came back they would make the video, you had already talked about it with him.

You placed the cell phone on the kitchen table. You tried not to make any suspicious faces, or at least give you away. You thought about kittens, puppies, food, whatever it is that won't remind you of what you were going to do.

You were very bad at making jokes. You couldn't do something like that and stay serious for more than 5 seconds, just thinking about what you would do would bring tears to your eyes from laughing so much.

"I'm already here," Jamal said as he sat next to you, "I hope these cookies taste good, they cost too much and I'm not going to waste them," he said again. He opened the box and began to inspect the cookies a bit. On the outside they were beautiful, you couldn't deny it, their decoration and color caught your attention too much "I hope you don't get discouraged, but I've seen that they taste bad, very bad. I just want to know if it's true or not," you told him.

He turned to look at you with a face of 'did you really spend money on this?'. You laughed when you saw it "and if you know they taste bad why would you buy them and make me eat them with you? It doesn't make sense" he asked you "I already told you, I want to know if those reviews are true" you said in an obvious tone. He just rolled his eyes and grabbed a cookie.

You hit the option to record on your cell phone and started talking. you explained what the video would be while next to you Jamal looked carefully at the cookie.

You chose one just like him. You looked at it carefully, you wanted to see some sign of whether it tasted good or bad, but those cookies did know how to fool you.

You decided it was time to say the first one, so you let go. "These cookies look good" was heard before saying the word. Your boyfriend looked at you, but he didn't take it as seriously as you wanted.

He was used to your delusions of record, and for him it was something normal.

"yes, they look like something out of Willy Wonka's factory," he commented.

When you took your first bite you knew this wouldn't go well. Your taste buds were filled with sugar. They were hands down the sweetest cookies you'd ever tasted "Damn, this is so sweet. Like I can throw it up right now." he says with a grimace on his face after swallowing the bite. The word came back from your lips in the most natural way you could. The guy next to you nodded, this time looking at you more strangely.

"Okay, now give me yours and you try mine, okay?" you said. this time when the word was heard Jamal looked at you, what do I say, he judged you with his gaze.

He didn't say anything, but a mocking drawing smile on his face.

You tried the cookie, this time trying not to judge so much from the beginning "this one tastes different, but it's still just as sweet and cloying". at this point you already wanted to vomit. you felt the sugar running through your veins.

a loud laugh from Jamal was heard throughout the kitchen. You, still tucked into paper, asked "What's wrong?" your gaze fixed on how she squirmed in her chair. He took a breath, and then spoke "what's wrong with me? Or rather, what's wrong with you? you are-" his laughter interrupted him once more.

Your laughter accompanied him. already surrendered by the joke, and by the laughter of your boyfriend.

"You're impossible, really," you told him, still laughing. "I'm sorry, love, it's not my fault that you're bad at making jokes" he told you giving you a little push on the shoulder "I'm the best at making jokes, what do you say, you always fall for them" you look at him in a judging way. "Let me remind you that you were the one who got scared by the cockroach in the bathroom last week," she told you with a challenging look on her face, "well, that thing looked very real. besides, you know I'm terrified of those things" you told him with a pout.

He just gave you a triumphant smile, and then took another bite of the cookie.

The video continued naturally. The cookies were, terrible. You've never eaten anything as gross as that in your life, and you're sure you'd have to take blood tests to see how your sugar was after.

"These might be the worst cookies I've ever tasted" he tells you as he closes the box of cookies, "I expected it, but they were worse than I thought. I feel like I'll be throwing up for a whole week" you reply as you lay your head on your hand. "What do you think if we lie down for a while and rest?" he asks you, getting up from his chair while he shakes your hand to accompany him.

They both walked to their room, shuffling their feet across the cold tile.

When their bodies touched the soft sheets, they felt warm. Your boyfriend's arms wrapped around you, and you settled by his side.

"The sugar is going up in my head already," you whispered to him, "mine too, so let's rest. I don't want to have a headache tomorrow," he replied with a chuckle.

Jamal kissed you on the hundred, while you settled better next to him.

After that, they both fell into a great dream.

a/n: was this just something to throw unjustified hate at crumbl cookies? yes, it was.

#jamal musiala x reader #jamal musiala x you #jamal musiala fic #jamal musiala fluff #jamal musiala imagine #footballer x reader #fc bayer munich #football imagine #fluff #football

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disneyprincemuke · 1 year ago

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where the fun begins, 2 * ls2 (ms47)

it’s friday: logan throws the party he’s claims he’s having just for you to come around, not even knowing if you’ll be attending

pairings: frat!logan x reader, college!mick x reader

notes: um im on my phone in school i dont have a word count and neither did i plan on making this this long… sry guys uwu hope u like it (i’m desperately running out of logan gifs pls help me)

biggest thanks to @angsthology for helping me out with the white man fight and smug logan because i couldnt, for the life of me, figure that scene out so thank yew baby :*

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friday rolls around, two days since logan had seen you in the bowling alley with another guy. he also spent the last two days organising a party, completely last minute, sending the entire house into a frenzy to set it in stone.

typically, parties are structured and planned at least two weeks ahead of time. but this time is different.

he can't ignore the frustration that clouds his thoughts when he thinks of that night. or you, in general. all he sees is you wrapped around someone else's arms.

he's been watching the door for the past hour, curious if you had taken him up on his invitation. it's been two hours since the start of the party, and logan knows damn well that word has gotten around about their open house party.

it should have been invitational only, as they usually host their parties. but it's way too last minute to make it an exclusive party. so, they made sure word got around.

he knows that you know what time the party starts. because mick's friends have already made their way into the frat house, drowning in alcohol and pressed up against girls on the dance floor. he only wonders if you would ever come by.

logan folds his arms over his chest, smiling smugly as he watches the crowd pour into the dimly lit home. he turns to oscar. "see? i told you i could pull it off."

oscar stops next to him, hands in his pockets. "i got to say – this is the most effort i've seen you put in a girl," oscar teases, glancing at his friend from the corners of his eyes. "you must really like her."

"i just don't like losing," logan scoffs with an eye roll. "especially not to some loser like the guy she's with."

losing? no, he is jealous. but he would rather abolish this entire party as a whole than admit that to anybody.

"schumacher?" oscar laughs, throwing his head back. "he's not even a loser, mate. have you even talked to him?"

"whose side are you on, dude?" logan frowns, throwing his arms in the air. "there is a wrong answer to this question."

oscar rolls his eyes and punches logan. objectively speaking, he is on mick's side; for your sake. but in a friend perspective, he’ll always be on logan’s side. but even he can admit logan’s a bit of a dick sometimes.

"whatever, dude." he smiles to himself, watching liam open the door to let another crowd in. "it's a very well-put-together party. i'm surprised. where did you get the keg on such short notice?"

logan has this shit-eating grin on his face, one that oscar desperately wants to wipe off. but he can only step back and watch the downfall of all his antics. it's funnier that way.

"frederik knows a guy."

oscar raises an eyebrow. "alright, mate." he pats logan on the back. "liam’s hosting the beer pong. let’s go?”

logan shakes his head, staring at the door with his arms folded over his chest. “later.”

“staring at the door won’t increase the chances of her coming,” oscar hums proudly, patting him on the back. he pushes him through the crowd of college students and massages his shoulder as he tries to find where liam had set up the table. "and anyway, they're coming after pre-drinks."

logan stops in his tracks. "how do you know that?"

oscar steps back with a smirk. "lily told me. did i not update you on that?" he sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes. "must have slipped my mind."

he knew, since the night logan plotted this party, that you and your friends would be pre-drinking before coming here. another reason you're apparently dragging your feet here is for lily – not wanting her to be alone in a frat house.

as honest of a guy oscar tries to keep himself, it doesn't remove suspicion from him trying to take advantage of her. understandable and respectable. so he told you to take your time.

"dude!" logan scowls, shoving oscar back. "that's vital information you should have told me ages ago! i've watched the door like a fucking hawk all night waiting to see if she's coming."

"it's funnier this way," oscar giggles. "also, it's because i'm dating lily."

"you're what? since when? why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"way before you started seeing her. but you're focused on the wrong thing, mate."

"i doubt that, actually."

"oi, beer pong bitches!" liam screams, his hands cupped over his mouth as he beckons for the pair to approach him. he's knelt on a bar stool to catch their attention in the crowd. "logan is up first for the public versus the house."

logan chuckles, slowly making his way towards the beer pong table once more. "are you sure? i'm undefeated, mate," he turns to his friends, "you'll never get your turn if i'm up first."

frederik grins, gesturing towards the rows of red cups filled with sizzling cheap beer. "we wanna see how long you last."

oscar giggles, patting his back. "revenge for making us scramble to put together this party at such short notice."

"and anyway," liam laughs breathily, stumbling into logan's body. he takes a sip from the red cup in his hand. "we have another table for the casual games by the pool."

"and i don't get to play at that table? how rude," logan scoffs, stepping towards the table. he spreads his arms out as he looks around the crowd. "any takers?"

there are a couple who try taking logan down in his own game of beer pong. but as someone who's always in attendance at every party on campus, he's simply mastered the game – how to distract his opponents when he's losing, how to throw them off the game, and how to hit the ball into the cups.

he's figured it all out.

the games pass by very quick, and logan only drinks a couple of cups out of the 6 opponents that are brave enough to step up to the challenge.

"seriously?" logan giggles, slightly intoxicated from the beer. he watches the previous guy walking away, greeted by his group of friends and consolations for a 'nice try'. but logan knows it wasn't a good try. he didn't have a fighting chance at beating him. "where's the real challenge?"

"i could probably beat you."

he hears a chorus of 'oh's from his own friends crowded behind him, lifting his head to meet a pair of blue ones. he sees you first, hands on someone else's body and an arm wrapped around your shoulders. his eyes land on mick, smugly grinning at him with a hand inside the pocket of his jacket nonchalantly.

"yo, isn't that-"

"liam, read the room."

logan doesn't notice lily threading the edge of the makeshift circle over to his side, greeting oscar with a smile. he tilts his head at mick. "you think you can beat me? i'm undefeated, bro."

he sees you whispering something at mick, swatting at him with a small smile. logan knows that look: the flushed cheeks, swollen lips and slightly smudged mascara under your eyes. you'd drunk a little too much during your pre-drinks.

and so do you with logan: the heaving, permanent sly lazy grin and slumped shoulders. you even notice the way he's already slurring at his words.

"mick, should you really be entertaining this?"

mick smiles down at you, squeezing you with a soft shake. "just a bit of fun. we're at a party after all. i'll keep it friendly."

"i know you will. but will he?"

"trust me?"

you tilt your head and lift an eyebrow. you sigh with a small smile, "fine."

"asking for permission?" logan scoffs. "what are you, scared?"

mick scrunches his nose, lifting his hands from you. "no, mate. reassuring her," he smiles. he slowly tears his jacket off of his arms.

logan clenches his jaw at the sheer audacity when mick turns around and hands you his jacket. he feels a wave of anger, something he's never felt before, rising in his chest when mick leans down and presses a quick kiss to your red cheeks.

this might just be jealousy. but it's an emotion so foreign to logan that he doesn't even notice it. in his head, he's just mad that he's lost you to this guy.

someone rumoured to have gotten into the school through his dad’s connections.

"you sure you wanna embarrass yourself in front of her?" logan asks sweetly, biting down on his bottom lip. "one more chance to back out, schumacher."

mick shrugs and steps towards logan. "all in, mate."

"just making sure you don't embarrass your little girlfriend," logan grins, craning his neck slightly and squints his eyes down at you. "you don't want everyone to see him lose to me, do you? you should advise him otherwise."

you don't even get a chance to react before mick steps into logan's line of vision to you. "don't bring her into this."

logan scoffs, eyeing mick up and down. he furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head. "huh?"

"let's keep this friendly?" mick smiles. he extends his hand towards logan.

logan's gaze trails to the hand held out in front of him. he chuckles dryly before turning away, earning another chorus of gasps and shocked whispers around him, walking over to his side of the table. "you know how to play beer pong, don't you?"

mick purses his lips together, retracting his arm before padding over to his spot. "yeah."

liam looks between them, drunkenly filling up the new set of cups with beer. the kiwi can only hope that they keep talking so that he doesn't have to rush with the cups.

"i can teach you if you'd like."

"no, i think i can handle myself."

"alrighty," liam stands, clasping his hands together. "enough yapping. play the stupid game, you guys. it's just beer pong."

logan remembers a time when you used to be in this crowd. cheering for him instead of some random guy you met in one of your classes. you should be on the other side of the crowd next to oscar and arthur.

logan doesn’t do great with losing. if that hasn’t been implied, he doesn’t know any other way to show it.

mick crosses his arms over his torso. “make a shot, reigning champ.”

“i can be generous,” logan scrunches his nose, pressing his lips together. “guests first.”

the boy across the table shrugs. the game doesn’t go by as fast as the previous ones that logan plays. mick was actually true to his word, knowing how to play the game.

logan’s drank more cups than he’s ever in the entirety of the evening. he has to take a couple of deep breaths, staring down at the table when mick hits the ball into the last cup on his side.

he lost. he… lost? how is that possible?

“good game,” mick smiles with a polite nod across the table.

logan scans the table, taking his last cup into his hand. he hadn’t even stood a chance against mick. he still had more than half his set on the table.

mick swiftly turns around, ready to approach you when logan speaks. “one more?”

“mate-“

oscar taps liam on the shoulder, his one arm around lily’s shoulders, and grins. “no, let him do what he wants,” he glances at lily, who is smiling back at him, “i wanna see how this goes.”

“he’s gonna get himself into a fight, oscar,” liam mutters, pointing at logan. “you know him.”

“let him,” oscar shrugs. “he’s an adult — he knows what he’s getting into.”

“one more?” mick asks, halfway towards you. “are you sure?”

“yeah. best of three?”

“logan,” frederik calls out, pressing his lips into a thin line and shaking his head. “mate. he beat you fair and square.”

“no, it’s alright,” mick smiles. “no hard feelings.”

“very hard feelings,” logan mutters to himself, reaching to the side to open a beer can to replenish everything himself. “you stole my girlfriend.”

liam quickly takes over logan, swatting his hands away as he fills one cup sloppily with half of the liquid trickling down the side.

the next game goes by even quicker than before, the entire duration flashing right in front of logan’s eyes. he’s lost again. at least, it was closer this time. it was tied down to one last cup. mick simply played his shot better.

in normal circumstances, maybe logan would have just taken the loss as one would. but this is mick we’re talking about. logan will be anything but diplomatic about it.

“you had me nervous for a moment there!” you giggle. you move your arm out to avoid spilling the cocktail that frederik very graciously mixed for you during the game. “i thought you were going to have to play the third round.”

mick laughs breathily, blinking rapidly with a hand on his chest. “me too. i’m filled with alcohol,” he laughs, sweeping you into his arms. he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, lifting you slightly from the ground. “let’s go whenever you want to?”

“aw, mate,” frederik sighs, heading over to mick. “house rules: the winner stays until defeated.”

“no way,” you whine, jokingly tearing frederik’s hands from mick. “i wanna head to the bar and get another drink with him!”

“fuck this,” logan mutters, throwing the racket down on the table. he snatches the last cup on the table and glances over at you excitedly bouncing as mick swept you up into his arms.

he rolls his eyes, whirling around and heading towards the backyard of the house.

mick hums as you engage in a conversation with frederik, his hand still on your waist. “um, hold on,” he whispers, tapping you gently. “i’ll go check on him. he looks mad.”

you tug on his shirt. “no, he’ll be okay. he’s just a sore loser, mick.”

he laughs, shaking his head as he detaches himself from your grasp. “i just wanna ask him if he’s okay. i’ll meet you guys at the bar.”

you hum hesitantly, letting go of his hands finger by finger. frederik nudges you in the direction of the bar where oscar and lily are already walking towards.

mick steps out into the backyard, hopeful to find the blonde that turned his back on them. while he didn’t frequent petty fights, logan’s reactions are just very entertaining to him. all because he had failed to appreciate your presence when he was blessed with it and mick stepped up to take you out on a date.

and when he was hearing whispers about logan remaining undefeated at the beer pong table, he took up on the chances. perhaps the alcohol made him feel slightly competitive.

he’s ashamed to admit that he let his ego get the best of him and that’s why he stepped up to logan’s challenge.

“mate,” mick announces his presence, slowly approaching logan sitting on one of the sun beds by the pool. “i hope you didn’t take the game to heart.”

“fuck off,” logan mutters, dropping his head low. he picks at the grass under the bed and clenches his jaw. “what are you doing here anyway? shouldn’t you be celebrating with your girlfriend?”

“she’s not my girlfriend.” logan looks up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “yet.”

“seriously, what’s your deal? have you just come here to parade in my face that you got the girl or something?” logan pushes himself up to his feet. “i get it, man.”

mick sighs. “no. i was checking on you. you look like you had too much to drink there.”

“i don’t need you babysitting me,” logan shakes his head and folds his arms over his chest. “i’m a grown adult.”

“do you need some water? i don’t imagine you feel so good after chugging that much beer,” mick mutters under his breath. “you should really sit down.”

“don’t act like you care.”

“logan,” mick sighs, closing his eyes momentarily to let his frustration pass. “iced or room temp water?”

logan rolls his eyes. “stop acting all saint-like, man. i know you wanna hit me.”

“mate, i do not want to hit you.”

“for sure, you do. you just don’t know it yet.” logan shoves his hands into his pockets. he takes a step forward. “we all know you want to hit me. just do it.”

mick takes note of the step he takes, but stays planted into the ground. “i don’t want to fight you.”

“i know you do. the urge just hasn’t clawed at you yet,” logan grins sloppily. another step forward. “or are you holding back? because she doesn’t like messy guys and you’re scared you’ll lose her it you throw a punch?”

“i’m not holding back. fighting is a waste of time — i don’t like it.”

“she’s very conservative, dude, but she’s very forgiving,” logan nods, looking into the glass doors that lead into the house. he tries to spot you in the crowd but when he doesn’t, he returns his attention to mick. “you’re allowed a couple mistakes.”

“i’m not taking advantage of her like that.”

“i’m not asking you to take advantage of her kindness. i’m telling you that if you need to throw a punch or two, she will definitely forgive you. no need to be scared.”

mick laughs slightly, throwing his hands into the air to surrender. “i’m really not looking to fight with you. that’s beyond me, mate.”

“she appreciates when you let loose a little bit,” logan nods to himself. “why do you think we were going out all those months together? it’s not just cause i won her over with my charm, ya know. she’s got a bit of a wild side, mate.”

mick tilts his head, squinting slightly. he appreciates the extent logan is going to just to rile him up.

“if you don’t know that, then maybe she’s just not comfortable with you.” one more step forward. “i know so well a side of her even you’ve never seen before.”

“do you?”

“yeah,” logan answers in a low tone. he drops his head, one corner of his lips turning up into a smirk. “she’s got that perfect picture smile from a magazine, but you should have seen her when we went to this one party on campus.”

“ah. so?”

“do you know that she gets touchy when she consumes tequila?” logan perks up innocently. “very brave — she’s taken body shots before, you know. off of me?”

“okay? that was a frat party; of course you guys would host that kind of activity. i was there when that happened.”

logan ignores the jabs at the fraternity.

“kissed her yet? in case you haven’t, she tastes like those strawberry mints she always keep a tin of inside her pocket. they’re very minty, but it’s lovely.”

mick grins, pursing his together. “yeah, i know.”

“have you seen her in that one baby doll dress that she likes wearing a lot? what about her yellow sundress that barely covers her thighs?” logan pouts his bottom lip out. “it’s a scene when the wind comes by.”

“mate, you’re kind of crossing a line now,” the german chuckles. “don’t talk about her like that. i know you like her too.”

logan takes another step forward, eager to find that one trigger in mick. “do you know the mole she’s got on her hip? on the left side of her lower back. it’s really really visible when you’re fuc–“

“aw, fuck’s sake!”

logan almost bursts into laughter when he realises what had happened. his back meets the land of grass in the backyard, a pain shooting through his face. when he looks up, a crowd has formed around them during their conversation and liam is already knelt by his side.

lifting his head, he sees mick covering his face with both hands. he runs his hands through his hair as he looks down at logan with wide eyes, hands cupping his warm cheeks. “oh, my god. oh my god.”

oscar and lily pour out of the glass doors with a crowd following them out, the australian raising his eyebrows at his best friend lying back on the ground with a bloody nose.

“logan?” oscar asks, already knowing that he’s probably done or said something to trigger the normally calm headed man in front of him. “what did you do?”

logan scoffs, letting liam help him to sit on the sun bed. “i have the bloody nose and you’re asking me what i did? why don’t you ask him? he hit me.” logan points at mick as he takes the tissues that liam is putting into his hands.

oscar stares at logan. “really? you’re going with that?”

“yeah,” logan grins, glancing at mick. he presses the tissues to his nose, hissing when pain shoots through his face again at the contact. “god, dude. you don’t look like it but you can throw a punch.”

mick nurses his knuckle, taking a couple of steps back. “i know, mate. i’m not stupid.”

you stumble out of the glass doors, heaving as frederik keeps a firm grip on your shoulders. you were in one of the bathrooms upstairs — where it’s exceptionally cleaner — when mick threw the punch (frederik was holding your purse waiting for you outside the door).

when you made your way back down, the crowd inside the house halved. frederik would tap ollie, taking body shots off of someone, asking where everyone had gone.

and ollie, lying back on the table as he put salt on his stomach, pointed to the backyard and muttered something about a possible fight. “logan, maybe,” he muttered before promptly shooing you away.

you look at mick first, who has his shoulders slumped with oscar and lily by his side and is staring at you with guilt all over his face. then you look at logan, being nursed by liam and someone else, with a tissue and an ice pack against his face.

“yeah?” logan perks up with a scoff at you. “can’t pick who to nurse?”

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demigodsanswer · 5 months ago

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Absolutely loving the modern royals au! Would love to see when Annabeth reveals to Percy that she knows Spanish (or maybe Percy finds out on his own ?)

this is basically how Percy goes from Annabeth's fun, flirty hook up to Fred assessing if he is marriage material in only three months

modern royals au

It was her last day in Paris.

And for the fifth day in a row, she was in Percy Jackson's lap.

They'd been spotted together at the catacombs. Then the next day at Shakespeare and Company (he'd bought her a copy of Ulysses). Then last night getting drinks together. They were really causing some buzz on Royal Twitter. She was already seeing calls for her to marry him.

She just might.

"[I'm going to miss you. I hope you visit me when you're in New York,]" Percy whispered to her.

"What about New York?" Annabeth asked.

Before she left Paris, she had to tell him the truth. She would tell him. She'd tell him tonight. Absolutely.

"Just that my door is open if you want to visit me," he said, feeling her up, trying to pretend he'd said something more detached from his true feelings.

"I just might have to," she said with a flirty toss of her hair, falling back into their game. Come on, tell him the truth.

Percy rolled his hips up towards her. They were still dressed. He wasn't even really hard yet from what she could tell. Better to do it now, she thought.

"[I hope you do. You're not like any other woman I've ever met,]" he said, before biting her neck a little. "Do you want to talk dirty to me, Princess?" Percy asked.

"I uh ..." she stammered, losing hold of her carefully curated flirtatious mask. Oh god. "I ... Percy --"

Percy leaned back against the headboard and rested a hand on her face, his thumb rubbing over her cheek. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she promised.

"You don't have to do that if you don't want to," he reminded her.

"No, no," good start. That's Spanish for 'no,' "I want to, I just ..."

Percy kissed her gently. "Take your time."

Annabeth kissed him, trying to get a little of her moxie back. She felt his hands grope her ass, and he asked: "Do you want me to touch you here again?"

"Yes, Percy I --"

"Go on Princess, tell me what you want," he goaded.

"[I want to tell you how much everything you've said this week has meant to me,]" she said rapidly in Spanish. She should have practiced, she realized. Her reading and listening comprehension was good, but when it came to the accent ... well her week speaking French and her lifetime of speaking Swedish didn't make for a perfect Spanish accent.

Percy pushed her back away from him by her shoulders.

There was a long, terrible silence where they just stared, and he processed what she'd just said, and she processed how betrayed he looked.

"Percy, I --"

He grabbed her legs and toppled her off of him, onto her back on his bed, as he moved to stand.

"Percy, please --"

Annabeth had suffered a good number of heartbreaks in the last ten years, but she'd never gotten better at coping with them. There were college girlfriends who didn't understand her being bisexual or her being in the closet. There were other men in recent years who seemed so promising, but just wanted her proximity to power, or the attention she got. She was twenty-eight. No boyfriend, no consort, no children.

And Percy Jackson was about to kick her out of bed. And this one she'd done to herself.

"You speak Spanish?" He asked. His back was turned to her, his legs hanging off the edge, but he turned his head to look towards her when he spoke.

"Yes, I can explain though --"

"You lied to me!" Percy said. "And then you just let me go on, and on, like an idiot."

"No, no," Annabeth crawled closer to him. Hesitantly, she rested a hand on his shoulder. "You're not an idiot Percy, please don't say that. I didn't meant to lie to you."

"You said 'I don't know what you're saying,''' Percy recalled.

"No," she protested, "I said 'am I supposed to know what you're saying?' I thought you maybe wanted to do some language barrier role play or something. But then you kept saying all these thing --"

"Really personal things!"

"I know! And I wasn't lying just now. Those things you said, they mean so much to me." Annabeth felt tears prick her eyes. She'd learned how to carefully control her emotions throughout her teen years. She could turn them off for politics, or if she was flirting, or even just fucking someone. But when she felt something for someone?

She felt tears on her face, and when she drew a shaky breath, Percy turned around to face her.

"Annabeth, you're crying?" He said, but it sounded like a question. He wiped away a tear, concern painting his face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry."

"It's okay, I actually cry a lot. If you get to know me better, you'll deal with this all the time," she warned. "Can I just," she took a deep breath and composed herself, "explain, without you getting angry for a minute."

Percy nodded. Annabeth rested back on her heels.

"People flatter me all the time. Whether that's because it's their job to treat me well, or because they want something from me -- my fame, my proximity to power, my popularity, to get me into bed. I hear nice things all the time. And I never know who's telling me the truth.

"I was perfectly happy to just hook up with you twice, and then send you an NDA so you couldn't go to the press with details about what we did. But then ... you thought I couldn't understand what you were saying. So you started being so honest. And it ... it felt special. I knew you weren't just flattering me, that you actually felt that way about me. I was selfish. I wanted to keep hearing them." She paused. "Oh god, you were actually being honest, right. I'm not a complete fool?"

He grabbed her hands, and shifted his body slightly to face her more. "I was, I was being honest, I promise," he said. "I really think all those things. That doesn't ... freak you out? I mean, some of it was intense."

"It was lovely," Annabeth corrected. "I think you're the most handsome man I've ever seen. And I've had a crush on you since we were twelve. You're so charming, and kind, and thoughtful. And I love that you're bisexual, I mean, that's such a bonus, to have someone who understands me --"

Percy cut her off with a kiss -- hot, passionate, his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to his chest.

"I love our little games," Percy said, pulling back, "but it seems like we both like it best when we're honest."

"I can do honest," Annabeth promised, "I might just be more emotional than you're used to me being."

"Hey, me too," Percy said. "Wasn't the point of the game, anyway? To hide how we were really feeling?" Percy wondered.

Annabeth nodded. "I guess it was."

Percy's arms were still around her, and Annabeth used the chance to lean back in for a hug. Percy gave her a good squeeze.

"How long are you in Sweden?" Percy asked, his head on her shoulder, still embracing her.

"Two weeks."

"And then how long are you in New York?"

"Three months, about, unless something catastrophic happens back home." She pulled away, letting his arms drop from around her.

"Text me when you're settled. I'll take you out," Percy promised.

"I'll text you when I land," Annabeth said with a smile.

"Deal. Where do you like to go?"

Annabeth thought for a moment. "You can take me to the Met. archives, show me where you work, let me touch some old stuff," Percy chuckled. "Then we'll go on a walk in the park. And then, we'll cut across to Lincoln Center and you can take me to the ballet."

"The ballet?" Percy asked.

"Yes, the ballet. New York City Ballet is mounting Sleeping Beauty in a few weeks, and I want to see it," she told him.

"Alright. Could be cool to see how a ballet does a big dragon battle," Percy said.

Annabeth carded her fingers through his hair. "There are no dragons in the ballet version."

Percy flopped onto his back. "Well then what's the fucking point?"

"I guess it does sound kind of boring," Annabeth agreed, crawling until she was next to him. She settled into his side, and wrapped an arm over his torso. "I am really sorry I didn't tell you the truth."

"I'm sorry I didn't give you a chance to explain," he said back.

"Truce?" She asked.

"Truce. But just so I know for the future, what languages do you speak?" He asked her.

"Swedish and English --"

"Okay, duh," Percy interrupted.

"Hush. Swedish, English, Norwegian, Finnish, touches of Icelandic, French, Spanish, Italian, bits of Ancient Greek and Latin, and bits of German. But the German is really rusty," she finished.

"Jesus Christ, Chase, you are too fucking smart for me," he said, resting a hand over his eyes.

"Hey, you're the smarty pants with a master's degree from Yale, and soon-to-be Ph.D. from Oxford," she said.

"Haven't even applied yet," he said.

"Oh, you'll get in," she promised. "I know it's our last night in Paris, but could we just ... do this instead?" Annabeth asked, gesturing to their cuddling position.

Percy squeezed her into his side. "I was going to ask the same thing. Want to get comfy?" He asked.

Getting comfy meant taking off their clothes, slipping into pajamas (she stole a pair of shorts and a hoodie that she had no intentions of giving back), and snuggling under the covers.

"Also," Percy started when the lights were off and they were just a tangle of limbs, "we really need to work on your Spanish accent."

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Princess Annabeth's exterior public self v her private self is essentially:

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wanderingsoul6261 · 8 months ago

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Credit for gif goes to saw-×

I'm not really sure I like this. I'm in a writing funk right now, it seems. Edited it to the best of my ability at 1:30 am. I have more ideas coming out for this man, like another part of the x Tailor!Reader series.

This is a two in one. Got two requests that I felt I could put into one piece of writing. Like I said, I'm not sure I like it, so I might end up rewriting it or something. Time is just difficult between work and college.

Warnings: none that I can think of other than implied sex.

She sat outside, her feet dangling in the pool, moving back and forth gently, watching the ripples moved through the water. The sun beat down on her, but it wasn't hot, a soft breeze moving through the air making the day bearable, and maybe the only bearable thing all week.

Her hands were settled in her lap, the ends of her summer dress fluttering slightly in the breeze, her hair following the same motion.

James watched her for several moments, stepping out of the back patio doors of her home. The light chatter of her parents could be heard inside, providing an added sense of domesticity to the moment.

I love you.

The words almost came tumbling out of his mouth. Know one had been good enough for her, treating her as if she was a waste, the second best that wasn't even that. His heart thundered against his chest, threatening to blow through his chest as he finally took a step towards her.

She startled, twisting around to look at him as his feet scraped against the cement around the pool.

“Sorry.” He spoke softly, as if speaking too loud would ruin the moment, as if it ever could. She visibly relaxed and he watched as she slouched slightly, watching him as he moved to take a seat next to her.

It was silent. Crickets starting coming out as the sun set and the moon started it's adventure across the sky, the light from the manor behind them the only light source. The two of them sat shoulder to shoulder, the only sound being their breathing as they took in the presence of each other.

He waited for her, not wanting to push, wanting her to talk about the guy that broke her heart once more, leaving others to pick up the pieces. James was mad at the way he treated her, always forgetting that she was there, leaving her on the sidelines when she should have been with him in the game. James had always known he would never treat her like that.

“Am I the problem?” His heart shattered. He snapped his gaze towards her, eyes wide as she looked at him with doe eyes. Oh how he loved her eyes, grateful that he had them in his life.

“What- no. Of course you aren’t the problem.” He exclaimed. “You could never be the problem.” Her name fell from his lips as a sigh. “We never know why people do the things They do. But I know you didn't deserve it. No one deserves what has happened to you. Someone will Come around eventually and want to devote their entire being just to make you happy.”

Like me.

He thought to himself, and as she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder, he knew would want to do just that. But there was a risk, and he couldn't lose her entirely if the relationship were to ever fail. So he would sit and watch from the sidelines, loving her from a distance.

—---

“James!”

His turned around to see her, excitement in her eyes as she rushed over to him. Several others in the hallways gave her looks, but the two of them were two focused on each other to really care.

A small smile slowly made its way to his face, her name falling from his lips as she neared him, coming into earshot.

“Heard that your parents are out of town. You and Lydia can come over. We can hang out! Mom and dad will be home, but they already said it’s okay.” James took in her excitement, the corner of his eyes crinkling as he watched her ramble.

“We’ll be there.” He said, stepping in, before she spoke too much and forgot what she was asking. She paused, taking in her words, and his eyes moved over her face, taking in her excitement and the way her eyes twinkled as she spoke to him. It was hard to believe that a few months ago she had her heart broken.

The two started to walk shoulder to shoulder down the hallway to their next class, which just happened to be with each other. Her voice was music to his ears as she spoke to him, going on about what the three of them could do. Movies were brought up, with popcorn of course, although she didn’t fail to mention that she might read a book at some point, or have her sketchbook and paints littering the room as the movies played.

He didn’t care though and neither did Lydia. Hanging out with her was a breath of fresh air, because while her parents definitely had money, they didn’t let it speak for them like many others at Maxton Hall. The family was true to themselves, and it was a nice change amongst the others.

“Do you want me to talk to Lydia, or should I?” She asked. James tilted his head in her direction, thinking for several moments before he answered.

“I’ll talk to her. Don’t worry that pretty head of yours.” James said, and he could have sworn that her face blushed slightly before she looked away from him, her lips curling into a smile. “Is there anything that you want us to bring?” He asked, his eyes remaining on her.

The two of them continued to take steps closer to their next class, but moved slightly slower than the rest of the students rushing past them. They reveled in the company of the other, enjoying each other’s presence better than others around them.

“Nope.” She said, looking up at him. “I got it all handled. You guys just bring yourselves. Not too hard is it?” She asked. James shook his head, his gaze stuck with hers as they finally walked into their next class. She flashed him another smile, his heart soaring into his throat, threatening to choke him as his steps faltered.

He needed to remain on the sidelines though, but as the night came to exist and he watched her instead of watching the movie, reading her book or sketching, her legs draped over his legs while Lydia lounged on a bean bag, it was becoming more and more difficult.

———-

He couldn’t remain on the sidelines any longer. It was becoming harder for James to keep himself in check as she continued to talk to other guys. It had been a year since her last break up, and she felt comfortable enough to talk to another again.

Which led them to where they are now.

James stood against a wall, watching her from a distance as she smiled and laughed at something that another student from Maxton Hall told her. It looked genuine, and her eyes held that twinkle that they had been void of for so long.

James clenched his jaw as he watched the two converse with each other, his knuckles growing white as he clenched the glass in his hands.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, James.” Alistair came to stand next to James, looking over at his friend briefly before his gaze moved to where she stood with the other guy. The two watched as her gaze slipped past the guy, catching sight of the two friends. Her smile had grown impossibly wider before she turned her attention back to the one before, but her smile wasn’t as big this time.

“I don’t want to get in the way of her happiness.” James said, knowing well enough that Alistair knew about his feelings for her. “And that’s exactly what I’d be doing if I confessed. There is too much at risk Alistair.”

“She feels the same way. You should see the way she looks at you when you aren’t looking.” James turned back to his friend, caught slightly off guard. There was no way she felt the same way.

“There is no way.”

“You are just too blind and oblivious.

“I know what’s in front of my face when I see it.” Alistair only scoffed.

“Keep lying to yourself. But I firmly believe that you need to talk to her, and soon, because you might not have that chance for long.” His friend patted his back, leaving him to sulk behind himself, a half empty glass of champagne in his hand. James turned his attention back to her, finding her already staring at him and the umpteenth time since he had known her, his heart threatened to pound out of his chest, his throat going dry as he watched her. The palm of his hands grew sweaty, wiping his one hand on his slacks, before switching his glass into his other hand and repeating the motion.

He was always so calm and collected, so organized, but she had the power to unravel him and do it with little to no effort.

James watched as she politely excused herself from her current conversation, and had taken the look on his face as an invite to walk over to him. He licked his lips, watching as she neared him, his heart starting to thud against his chest, and as she finally reached him, chest pressed almost together, James knew that he wasn’t going to hold back anymore. He was done with the sidelines. He was done watching. All he wanted to do now was run the game by her side.

So he set his glass of champagne down on the nearest flat surface. He turned his attention back to her and set one hand gingerly on her cheek, the other on her waist, before he dipped his head down and swallowed her lips into a kiss, knowing without a doubt that she could probably feel his heart threaten to beat out of his chest.

———

“Will you marry me?”

He couldn’t help it when the words slipped out of his mouth. James laid with her in bed, their bodies bare and covered with marks made in coital bliss. His hand skimmed down her waist, stopping on her thigh and drawing small shapes into the small skin.

She seemed better relaxed than at the start of the encounter, and knowing that it was her first time, James did everything he could to make her comfortable. He couldn’t ever think about doing anything in any other way, not when he loved her so much.

She froze, but the smile remained on her face.

“What?” She asked. James swallowed, his body growing hot with anxiety, sweating, even if the blankets only covered a small portion of his body.

“Marry me.” He said, furrowed his brows, and then corrected himself. “Will you marry me? Please?” Her smile turned into a grin.

“No fancy plan?” She asked, and he was relieved when she didn’t say no, but he had yet to receive a yes.

“I did, but I- the moment.” He paused, struggling to find a better way. “I don’t need some fancy plan to propose to you. Plus I don’t have a ring. It just came out and I might have made a joke out of it, but then I didn’t want to. I want to marry you.” She gazed up at him with an easy smile, eyes crinkled and dimples showing.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” She responded. James surged forward at her answer, his lips pressing kiss after kiss over her face, her name and ‘I love yous’ falling from his lips as a mantra, the promise of their future filling the room as he tightened his grasp on her, pulling her closer to him to show her once again, how much he loved her.

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Legends Chapter 2: Whatever It Takes

Hi Riders, Please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist. I hope you enjoy this chapter, as a reminder please be prepared for spoilers as the MC is a marked one and Xaden's sister. I'm probably going to be skipping an update next week. I have a lot going on at the moment and don't think I'll have time for one, but I will try to stick to the schedule. If I can't, I will be back with Chapter 3 in a couple of weeks.

Chapters 4-6 in Fourth Wing Pairings: Xaden x Younger Sister, Liam Mairi x Best Friend Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Mentions of Death, Spoilers from the book series Word Count: 5,437

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I don't think I'll ever understand why you wanted to be a dragon rider so badly. I'm happy I'm one now, but this place… It changes you. Promise me when you come here that you won't change. At least not too much. The person you are now is already so amazing, I don't want you to lose that. - Recovered correspondence from Cadet Xaden Riorson to (Y/N) Riorson

The next morning we stand in formation, "Elena Sosa, Brayden Blackburn." Captain Fitzgibbons reads from the death roll on the dais. Two scribes stand on either side of him. Yesterday we were given a tour of the college and issued rider black uniforms. I have a single four-pointed star on my shoulder indicating that I'm a first year cadet. Right next to the star sits a Fourth Wing patch. The uniform is a standard summer weight tight-fitted tunics, pants, and accessories. No flight leathers yet since we don't have dragons.

"Jace Sutherland, Dougal Luperco." Fitzgibbons continues. Jace and Dougal were both marked ones. "Simone Casteneda. We commend their souls to Malek." There's no formal conclusion to formation.

Dain turns to face the squad, "Hopefully you all ate breakfast, because you're not going to get another chance before lunch."

"He's good at pretending he doesn't know you." Rhiannon whispers to Violet.

"He is." Violet confirms.

"Second and Third years, I'm assuming you know where to go. First years, at least one of you should have memorized your academic schedule when it was handed out yesterday." Dain's eyes scan over the squad, "Stick together. I expect you all to be alive when we meet this afternoon in the sparring gym."

"And if we're not?" The smart ass first year in the squad asks. His name is Ridoc. He has shaggy brown hair that falls against his brown forehead.

"Then you'll be dead and he's not going to have to worry about you, what the fuck do you think, dumb ass?" I snap.

The blonde girl next to Imogen snorts and Dain's jaw ticks as he nods in agreement, though he chooses not to comment, "Sawyer?" He looks to a tall cadet with freckles lining his face.

"I'll get them there." Sawyer confirms.

"Get going," Dain dismisses us. The second and third years split up, heading back to their rooms to collect their things.

"We have about twenty minutes to get to class," Sawyer calls out to the first years. "Fourth floor, second room on the left in the academic wing. Get your shit and don't be late." Sawyer is a repeat from last year, he didn't bond a dragon during Threshing and instead of leaving for a different quadrant he decided to try again.

"That has to be hard." Rhiannon says as we start to walk with the crowd. "Being set back and having to do this all over again."

"Better than being dead." Ridoc replies.

"That's true." Violet and I say in unison. Violet glances at me but doesn't say anything else, she's been avoiding me as much as possible since she found out that I'm a Riorson.

"I overheard a third year say when a first year survives Threshing unbonded, the quadrant lets them repeat the year and try again if they want," Rhiannon adds.

"It's true, and if they don't want to try again they can join another quadrant or leave the college." I answer. Xaden told me about this in his letter's. As soon as I finish the sentence a bird call is sounded to our left. Violet's head whips to the side to pinpoint the noise. Out of per curiosity, I follow her gaze to see Dain.

"I'll be-" Violet starts.

Rhiannon cuts her off, "I'll grab your stuff and meet you there. It's under your bunk, right?"

"You don't mind?"

"Your bunk is right next to mine, Violet. It's not a hassle. Go!"

"Thank you!" Violet exclaims before heading off towards the squad leader.

Once she's out of ear shot I turn towards Rhiannon, "Well, she want's nothing to do with me."

"She does seem to be avoiding you," Rhiannon confirms.

I sigh, "Yeah, I don't think she knows what to say to me. Xaden was a complete ass to her yesterday and I'm sure she expects me to be just like him because of our families history. But I'm not just acting nice to trick her. I hate her mother, I'd be lying if I said I didn't, but that doesn't mean that I have to take that anger out on Violet. She's not the one who killed my dad."

Rhiannon sighs, "I'm sure she'll come around. We're going to be stuck with each other after all."

*_*_*_*_*

The first hour of academic's was spent in History. The class is complete bullshit considering the school is hiding a lot of our real history. There was only three squads of first years in that class, which is very different to the class we sit in now, Battle Brief. The room is full of every cadet, First, Second, and Third years. The Third years stand in the back of the room since there isn't enough seating. I flick my long hair over my shoulder and send a smile to Xaden and Garrick.

I haven't had the chance to actually talk to Garrick yet but it's nice to see him back by my brother's side. They have always been best friends, I remember chasing them around when I was younger, wanting to follow in their footsteps.

The two older guys smile back, Garrick even adding a wave causing Xaden to roll his eyes. My smile widens slightly before I turn back around to face the front of the room. Our First year squad all sits next to each other. The other First years close by. "Welcome to Battle Brief," Professor Devera says.

"In the past, riders have seldom been called into service before graduation," Professor Devera continues. "And if they were, they were always third years who'd spent time shadowing forward wings, but we expect you to graduate with the full knowledge of what we're up against." She takes her time looking at everyone in the room. "It's not just knowing where every wing is stationed either. You need to understand the politics of our enemies, the strategies of defending our outposts from constant attack, and have a thorough knowledge of both recent and current battles. If you cannot grasp these basic topics, then you have no business on the back of a dragon."

"No pressure." Rhiannon mutters.

"We'll be fine," Violet reassures, "Third years have only been sent to midland posts as reinforcements, never the front."

Professor Devera draws my attention back to her, "This is the only class you will have every day, because it's the only class that will matter if you're called into service early." Her gaze sweeps the room again and pauses on Violet. "Because this class is taught every day and relies on the most current information, you will also answer to Professor Markham, who deserves nothing but your utmost respect."

Professor Devera waves the scribe, Professor Markham, forward. She whispers something in his ear and his head whips around, looking at Violet. He sighs and rubs his nose before beginning to speak, "It is the duty of the scribes not only to study and master the past but to relay and record the present. Without accurate depictions of our front lines, reliable information with which to make strategic decisions, and - most importantly - veracious details to document our history for the good of the future generations, we're doomed, not only as a kingdom but as a society."

"First topic of the day," Professor Devera says, moving towards the map. She flicks her hand, bringing a mage light over the eastern border of Poromiel province of Braevick. "The Eastern Wing experienced an attack last night near the village of Chakir by a drift of Braevi gryphons and riders."

I take notes as a murmur sounds through the room. I don't engage in any conversation happening around me, instead I stay focused on the map. "Naturally, some information is redacted for security purposes, but what we can tell you is that the wards faltered along the top of the Esben Mountains."

Professor Devera pulls her hands apart using lesser magic to expand the light to illuminate the mountains that form our border with Braevick. "Allowing the drift not only to enter Navarrian territory but for their riders to channel and wield sometime around midnight." Gryphons can give their fliers powers similar to how dragons give us powers, but gryphons can't power the wards like dragons can. In fact, gryphon fliers power's don't work inside the wards.

"Thirty-seven civilians were killed in the attack in the hour before a squad from the Eastern Wing could arrive, but the riders and dragons managed to repel the drift." Professor Devera finishes. She folds her arms across her chest, "Based on that information, what questions would you ask?" She holds up a finger, "I only want answers from first-years to start."

I study the map as I think of questions, Why did the wards fail? They wouldn't answer that. If they even know why. "Come on, first-years, show me you have more than just good balance. Show me you have the critical-thinking skills needed to be here." Professor Devera prompts. "It's more important than ever that you're ready for what's beyond our borders." Except they won't actually tell us what's out there. We have far more dangerous things to fight than gryphons and their fliers.

A girl in another wing pipes up, "Is this the first time the wards have failed?"

The two Professor's in the front of the room share a look. Then Devera turns back to the girl, "No."

"And how.. often are they faltering?" The girl asks a second question.

Professor Markham's eyes narrow into a glare, "That's above your pay grade, Cadet." He turns to look at other first years, "Next relevant question to the attack we're discussing?"

"How many causalities did the wing suffer?" I ask, sitting up straighter in my seat.

"One injured dragon, one dead rider." Another murmur rises around the room.

"Why would you ask that question?" Professor Devera questions me.

"To know how many reinforcements they'll need," I answers.

Professor Devera nods, she turns towards Pryor, he's a meek first-year in our squad. He's not going to make it in here if he doesn't grow a back bone soon. He has his hand up but lowers it quickly, "Did you want to ask a question?" She asks him.

"Yes." He nods, then changes his mind and shakes his head, "No. Never mind."

"So decisive." Luca, the bitchy one in the squad, mocks him. Cadets around us laugh as a corner of Luca's mouth tilts up into a smirk. Luca is one of the few woman in the quadrant who didn't cut her hair, much like Violet and me. Her attitude is the most annoying thing to have to deal with, I'd rather deal with Pryor's indecisiveness. At least he's nice.

"He's in our squad." Aurelie scolds, her eyes narrowing at Luca. "Show some loyalty."

"Please," Luca scoffs, "No dragon is bonding to a guy who can't even decide if he wants to ask a question. And did you see him at breakfast this morning? He held the entire line up because he couldn't choose between bacon or sausage." Luca rolls her eyes.

"If Fourth Wing is done picking at one another?" Devera asks, lifting a brow in Luca's direction.

"She's such a bitch." I mutter to Sawyer, who's sitting on my left.

He hums in agreement. "Squad loyalty clearly goes far with her." He sarcastically replies.

"What altitude is the village at?" Rhiannon asks.

Professor Devera raises her eyebrows and looks towards Markham who answers, "A little less than ten thousand feet, why?"

Rhiannon clears her throat, "Just seems a little high for a planned attack with gryphons."

"It is a little high for a planned attack," Devera confirms, "Why don't you tell me why that's bothersome, Cadet Sorrengail? And maybe you'd like to ask your own questions from here on out."

Every head in the room turns towards Violet as she squirms in her seat. "Gryphons aren't as strong at that altitude, and neither is their ability to channel. It's an illogical place for them to attack unless they knew the wards would fail, especially since the village looks to be about what... an hour's flight from the nearest outpost?" I glance over the map seeing that she's correct. "That is Chakir right there, isn't it?"

"It is, keep going with that line of thought."

"Didn't you say it took an hour for the squad of riders to arrive?" Violet asks.

"I did." Devera nods in confirmation.

"Then they were already on their way."

"Yeah, because that makes sense." Jack sneers from in front of us, "General Melgren knows the outcome of a battle before it happens, but even he doesn't know when it will happen, dumb ass."

"Shut the fuck up, Barlowe." I say.

"I'm not the one who thinks precognition is a thing." He rolls his eyes, "Gods help us if that one ever gets on the back of a dragon."

Before anyone else can say anything I stand up for Violet again, "All brawn and no brains, Barlowe." I roll my eyes, "Violet is clearly correct. There's no logical way that a squad that is an hour away gets there within an hour of the attack unless they are already on their way." I gesture to the map, "It would take at least half that long to light the beacons in the range and call for help, and no full squad is sitting around just waiting to be needed. And it's not like there has been a distance wielder around recently."

Violet adds on once I'm finished, "Exactly, and more than half those riders would have been asleep, which means they were already on their way."

"And why would they already be on their way?" Devera questions, looking between Violet and I.

I share a look with Violet but nod at her to take it since she started the conversation, "Because they somehow already knew the wards were breaking."

"That's the most-" Jack starts.

"She's right." Devera interrupts, "One of the dragons in the wing sensed the faltering ward, and the wing flew. Had they not, the causalities would have been far higher and the destruction of the village much worse." Another murmur rises in the room. "Second and Third years, take over. Let's see if you can be a little more respectful to your fellow cadets." She arches a brow at Jack.

Behind us, question after question gets fired off. "How many riders were deployed? What killed the lone fatality? How long did it take to clear the village of the gryphons? Were any left alive for questioning?"

I continue to take notes when I hear Xaden ask his own question, "What was the condition of the village?"

"Riorson?" Markham asks, shielding his eyes from the mage lights.

"The village," Xaden asks once more, "Professor Devera said the damage would have been worse, but what was the actual condition? Was it burned? Destroyed? They wouldn't demolish it if they were trying to establish a foothold, so the condition of the village matters when trying to determine a motive for the attack."

Devera smiles in approval, "The buildings they'd already gone through were burned, and the rest were being looted when the wing arrived."

"They were looking for something." I pipe up. I snap my mouth shut and blush when I realize I said it louder than expected.

"And it wasn't riches." Xaden continues. "That's not a mining district. Which begs the question, what do we have that they want so badly?" Weapons, I answer in my head.

"Exactly. That is the question." Professor Devera glances around the room, "And that right there is why Riorson is Wingleader. You need more than strength and courage to be a good rider. And I'm glad to see that you are following in your brother's footsteps." She nods at me, a slight smile on her face. I smile back, I definitely like Professor Devera.

"So what's the answer?" A first year from another squad asks.

"We don't know." Devera answers with a shrug, "It's just another piece in the puzzle of why our constant bids for peace are rejected by the kingdom of Poromiel. What were they looking for? Why that village? Were they responsible for the collapse of the ward, or was it already faltering? Tomorrow, next week, next month, there will be another attack, and maybe we'll get another clue. Go to history if you're looking for answers. Those wars have already been dissected and examined. Battle Brief is for fluid situations. In this class, we want you to learn which questions to ask so all of you have a chance at coming home alive."

*_*_*_*_*

Later that day the squad stands by the side of the sparring mat watching Ridoc and Aurelie circle each other. "You seriously knew every answer in history," Rhiannon nods to Violet, "And you both apparently knew every right question to ask in Battle Brief." She shakes her head, "You're not even going to need to study for tests, are you?"

"I'll need to study a little bit. But I have a really good memory so it shouldn't be too difficult for me." I answer.

Violet shrugs, "I was trained to be a scribe."

"Guess that means neither of you are worried about academics," Rhiannon says her brows raising at us.

"Not really, but I try not to worry about anything." I shrug.

"Stop circling each other like you're dance partners and attack!" Professor Emetterio calls out from across the mat. Dain watches the match from beside the Professor along with our squad executive leader, Cianna.

"I'm worried about this," Violet says, gesturing to where Ridoc and Aurelie stand.

"Really?" Rhiannon questions, "I figured as a Sorrengail, you'd be a hand-to-hand threat."

"You're seriously surprised? She just said she was training to join the Scribes. You don't really need to know how to fight someone there." Violet nods along with me.

Ridoc palms a dagger in his hand causing Emetterio to call out to him, "No blades today! We're just assessing!" Ridoc grumbles but puts the blade away just in time to block a punch Aurelie throws at him.

"The brunette packs a punch." Rhiannon states. I start braiding my hair into two separate plaits so I'm ready for when my match starts.

"What about you?" Violet asks.

"Shit!" Ridoc calls out, he backs up a step. "I don't want to hurt you."

Aurelie holds her ribs but lifts her chin, "Who said you hurt me?"

"Pulling your punches does her a disservice," Dain says. "The Cygnis on the northeast border aren't going to give her any quarter because she's a woman if she falls from her dragon behind enemy lines, Ridoc. They'll kill her just the same."

"Let's go!" Aurelie shouts at Ridoc. She beckons him over to her. She slips a jab from Ridoc and twists to land a quick tap to his kidneys.

"I mean... Damn." Rhiannon mutters, "I'm pretty good on the mat. My village is on the Cygnisen border, so we all learned to defend ourselves fairly young. Physics and math aren't problems, either. But history?" She shakes her head, "That class might be the death of me."

"Physics is the one class I'm going to struggle with." I say, "Math I'm pretty decent at, same with history. I'm not worried about this at all. I've practiced with opponents of all sizes and I've won the majority of those fights. And I've only ever improved over the years."

Rhiannon smirks, "You didn't need to tell us that you're good on the mat. Yesterday proved you can hold your own. I don't know if I would had been able to win a fight on the parapet."

I smile back, "Luckily you aren't going to need to test it."

Ridoc charges Aurelie, taking her to the mat. "I'm probably going to die on these mats." Violet says, wincing at the fight.

Aurelie hooks her legs around Ridoc's and leverages him over until she's the one on top, landing punch after punch to the side of his face. Blood splatters the mat. "I could probably offer some tips to survive combat," Sawyer says from my side. "History isn't my strongest subject though."

A tooth goes flying, "Enough!" Emetterio screams, ending the match. Aurelie rolls off Ridoc and extends her hand to help him up. He takes it. "Cianna, take Aurelie to the healers. No reason to lose a tooth during assessment."

"I'll make you a deal," Rhiannon says. "Let's help each other out. We'll help you with hand-to-hand if you help us with history. Sound like a deal, Sawyer and (Y/N)?"

"Absolutely." Sawyer agrees.

"Definitely. Though I may need your guidance in Physics and not history." I say.

"Works for me." Rhiannon smiles.

Violet hesitates, glancing at me. "For fucks sake, Violet." I roll my eyes, "We're in the same squad. I can't kill you even if I wanted too. And if I did want to I wouldn't be offering my help. Trust me or don't, at this point I don't care, but I'm not the one you need to worry about. And I can control my brother, he won't kill you either even if he says he will."

Violet's lips form a frown, but she nods, "Deal. But I think I'm getting the better end of this."

"You haven't seen me try to memorize dates." Rhiannon jokes. A couple of mats over someone shrieks, causing all our heads to turn in the direction. Jack has another first-year in a headlock. He's much bigger than the other guy, Jack yanks his arms, his hands still secure around the other guys head. "That guy is such an ass-"

A crack sounds, the first year goes limp in Jack's hold. My jaw drops and Violet whispers from beside Rhiannon's other side, "Sweet Malek."

"What did I say?" The other instructor screams at Jack. "You broke his damned neck!"

"How was I supposed to know his neck was that weak?" Jack argues.

"Eyes forward." Emetterio calls from across the mat, my eyes snap back to look in his direction. "You don't have to get used to it, but you do have to function through it. You and you." He points to Rhiannon and Tynan, another first year in our squad.

Tynan has a stocky build with blue-black hair, and angular features. Rhiannon is quick on the mat, throwing punch after punch and dodging any retaliation. "Do you yield?" Rhiannon asks, Tynan is on his back and Rhiannon has a hand above his throat.

"No!" Tynan shouts back. He hooks his legs around Rhiannon's and slams her onto her back. She quickly gets the upper hand once more.

"I don't know, Tynan, you might want to yield," Dain calls out with a grin, "She's handing you your ass."

"Fuck off, Aetos!" Tynan snaps. Rhiannon presses her boot to his throat, he starts turning red.

"He yields," Emetterio calls out. Rhiannon steps back, offering Tynan her hand which he takes. "You and you." Emetterio calls for the next match, Imogen and Violet. This isn't going to end well.

"You've got this," Rhiannon reassures.

I don't say anything until Violet is out of ear shot but the moment she is I whisper to Rhiannon and Sawyer, "Violet's fucked."

Sawyer cracks a grin, "Why do you think that?"

"Imogen is a great fighter. If Violet is as bad as she says she is, there's no way she's winning."

"Sorrengail," Imogen starts, "You really should dye your hair if you don't want everyone to know who your mother is. You're the only silver-haired freak in the quadrant."

"I never said I care if everyone knows who my mother is," Violet replies, "I am proud of her service to protect our kingdom - from enemies without and within." Ouch, wonder if she'd think the same if she knew the truth.

"You bitch," Imogen snarls, "Your mother murdered my family." I always liked Imogen's older sister, she was always more than happy being there for me since I didn't have my own older sister to confide in. The day the Tyrrish rebellion ended and our families died, obviously hurt. But we lost more than our relatives, a lot of us grew really close because our families were fighting next to each other. So the only blood relatives I may have lost were my father and aunt, but I also lost a lot of chosen family as well.

Imogen lunges forward but Violet sidesteps. Violet surprisingly lands a few jabs, but I know she's not winning this. Violet dodges the next attack but doesn't recover quick enough, Imogen's foot hits Violet in the chest, knocking her to the ground.

"You can't use your powers in here, Imogen!" Dain scolds.

Imogen manages to get Violet on her stomach, face smashed against the mat and Imogen's knee at Violet's back. "Yield!" She shouts.

"No!" Violet screams.

"Yield, Violet!" Dain calls from the side of the mat.

"Yield!" Imogen also shouts.

Imogen wrenches Violet's arm behind her, bone snaps. "She yields, that's enough." Emetterio calls, ending the match.

"I'll take her to the healers," Dain says, running forward to help Violet, just as Cianna steps back into the room.

As Dain and Violet leave the room, Emetterio points to Sawyer and Quinn for the next round. Sawyer and Quinn seem to be pretty evenly matched but Sawyer has a size advantage. After a few minutes of fighting, each one getting in punches and kicks. Sawyer has Quinn pinned beneath him, "Yield!" He yells. When the pressure gets too much she yields.

"You and you," Emetterio points to Luca and me.

A smirk pulls at my lips, "I can't wait to beat the shit out of her." I whisper to Rhiannon who cracks a smile.

*_*_*_*_* Xaden

I walk into the sparring gym beside Garrick just in time to see (Y/N) walk onto the mat with another first year in her squad. We move to the other side of the mat to stand by Professor Emetterio just as he tells them to begin.

Without any hesitation, (Y/N) moves quickly punching her opponent directly in the nose. The other girl doesn't have time to react, not expecting (Y/N) to move so fast. I'm not worried about (Y/N) during hand-to-hand matches, I know she can hold her own, even against me. She proved her ability to fight yesterday at parapet and she'll prove it again now.

"Fuck!" The first year clutches her nose, blood gushing from between her fingers, "You broke my nose!"

(Y/N) smirks, shrugging, "You need to get better reflexes, Luca." Right, that's the other girls name. I don't have the patience to learn all these names when half of them will end up dead anyways.

Garrick quietly laughs beside me, "You know... You're sister got kinda hot." My eyes snap to my best friend, glaring. "Don't look at me like that, it's just an observation."

On the mat, the two girls circle each other, Luca throws a couple of punches and kicks, but (Y/N) keeps blocking them. "Never observe my sister again. I'm not against violence even if it's towards you."

Garrick cracks another smile, "Don't worry Xaden, I'd never do anything to or with her, I respect both of you too much." He pauses as we both turn to watch the match once more. (Y/N) tackles Luca to the mat, her arm pinning Luca's neck down, cutting off her air supply. "But don't be surprised if she has her fair share of," Garrick coughs, "Sleepovers."

I roll my eyes, "I don't want to talk or think about my sisters sex life or hopefully lack of sex life. She's her own person who can make her own decisions." Luca is trying to move (Y/N) off of her but (Y/N) has a tight hold on the girl.

After a brief struggle, with Luca not being able to move my sister, Emetterio calls out, "She yields, Riorson." (Y/N) pulls back and stands up, putting her hand out to help Luca up. Luca shoves her hand away clearly pissed she lost. "Cianna, bring Luca to the healers so she can get her nose fixed."

(Y/N) finally looks over to see me and Garrick. She smiles brightly before heading our way. "Hello, boys." She gives me a quick hug before giving Garrick one. I tense slightly, usually it wouldn't bother me that she's hugging him, she's always been more touchy, but after the comment he just made, I hate that she's touching him, even if it is innocent.

"Hey, Smiley. You did good out there." Garrick says, keeping an arm around her shoulders. I glare at him but he doesn't seem to care. Figures, he's never been intimidated by me.

"Thank you. Honestly, I think the matches are going to be the easiest thing for me. I've always loved sparring."

"Yeah, hit first ask questions later is basically your motto." I say, rolling my eyes.

"Please, you act like you're not the same way. Who do you think I learned from?"

Garrick laughs, "I missed you too bickering with each other, makes me want a sibling."

"Our fighting makes you want a sibling?" I ask.

Garrick nods. "You're weird," (Y/N) replies, eyes narrowing, she turns her attention to me. "And why do you keep glaring at him?"

"No reason." My glare lands on Garrick again.

He smirks, unfazed. "He's just being his normal broody self."

(Y/N) rolls her eyes at the answer, "Whatever. Did you tell Sgaeyl I think she's a badass?" (Y/N) questions.

"Yes," I reply, my eyes soften as I look back at my younger sister. "She likes you. Just like I said she would."

(Y/N)'s smile lights up her face, "Yay." She cheers, lightly clapping her hands together, "I'm going to head back to my squad." She starts to walk away but calls over her shoulder, "Love you, Xade."

Garrick's smirk grows, "Where's my love you, Smiley?"

(Y/N) laughs, "Love you, Garrick." She turns around to wink at him. Garrick turns to look at me, a smile on his face. I glare once more, punching Garrick on the shoulder.

*_*_*_*_* (Y/N)

Later that night, I sit on my bed cross legged, talking to Rhiannon who has the bed next to mine. Rhiannon sees Violet enter the room and calls out, "You're here!" She jumps up to greet her.

"I'm here," Violet assures. "I'm already down one shirt, but I'm here."

"You can get another at central issue tomorrow." Rhiannon sits at the edge of her bed, I move to sit beside her so I can be more in the conversation. Violet sits at the edge of her own bed, facing us. "How bad is it?"

"It's going to hurt for the next few days, but I'll be fine as long as I keep it immobilized. I'll be all healed up before we start on mat challenges."

"I'm sorry about Imogen," I say quietly, "She's actually really nice, rough around the edges but she's a good person. She just hates your mom like most of the marked ones, and since she can't do anything to her…" I trail off. It's not an excuse but Imogen is my friend so I feel the need to say something.

"I get it. I knew this would happen coming here."

"We'll help you get ready," Rhiannon says. "You two are the only real friends I have in here, so I'd rather you didn't die when it gets real."

"I'll try my best not to." Violet grins. "And I'll help you with history."

"And I'll help when needed too. I don't think anyone should die on the mat. Let the dragon's make their own decisions." I say.

"We'll be unstoppable." Rhiannon says. Violet pulls a book from under her pillow. Rhiannon and I exchange a look while Violet reads, "What is it?"

"It's my brother's" Violet whispers. "The book of Brennan." She stops to read once more, "It's just his journal, he died five years ago." Violet glances at me.

"Oh, that's…" Rhiannon trails off. "We don't always burn everything either. Sometimes it's nice to have something, you know?"

"I don't think I'd be able to burn everything if it was Xaden, so I get it. I wish I still had something of my dad's." I cringe, now's not the time to mention my father, not when we're talking about Violet's brother who she thinks is dead at my father's hands. "Sorry, I know what you think of him, but.."

"He's still your dad." Violet says.

I nod, "Yeah." The conversation ends there, Violet looks back at her brother's journal while I move to sit in my bed once more.

#series rewrite #the empyrean #xaden x sister!riorson reader #fourth wing #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #sawyer henrick #ridoc gamlyn #rhiannon matthias #dain aetos #garrick tavis #imogen cardulo

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medusapelagia · 9 months ago

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23 Meet me at Skull Rock

written for @steddieangstyaugust (prompt: Skull Rock) and @augustwritingchallenge (Prompt:Musician ), @aug-kissed (prompt: Using Tongue) Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: no one Words: 1403

(Did Tumblr eat my fic... AGAIN?! Yes! It did! But now I'm smarter and I have copies! Lol XD)

The car is parked down the road, hidden behind a thick bush and a big tree, the same place Steve used every time he hung out at Skull Rock. Nobody could see it from the street and that gave him all the privacy he needed.

Steve has been to Skull Rock so many times by now, but every time was different from the time before.

There was a time when he was still King Steve and he used to come here with the girl of the week. There was a time when he was just Steve, and he drove Nancy here just to look at the stars and intertwine their fingers. There was a time when he was a warrior, ready to fight, and he came to save a friend.

But this time...

This time is different from all the other times.

This time is a goodbye.

Eddie hasn’t really told him, but when he asked him to meet at Skull Rock Steve immediately got it. The road is close enough to the highway. They can share a joint, drink a beer or two, and then Eddie will drive his car far away from Hawkins. From the place that was never home to him. And Steve will remain. Because his roots are deep and strong and he can’t move. Not when the boys are still there. Not when Robin has promised to take a year off to help him figure out what he wants to do with his life. Not when his parents finally came back to take care of him even if he doesn’t need it anymore.

“My liege! Come! Sit down! I already started a fire and brought some s’mores.”

Steve sits on the ratty blanket Eddie has laid down on the ground to protect his royal ass from the bumpy rocks, grabbing a marshmallow and stabbing it with a stick, roasting it on the flame.

Crackers and chocolate are waiting for him at Eddie’s side when he puts the hot candy out of the fire.

“So, you’re going to try?” Steve asks, squishing the marshmallow between the crackers and the chocolate.

“I have nothing to lose,” Eddie mumbles, his mouth full of crackers and some chocolate dripping down his fingers.

“Musician. That’s a cool career.”

“That’s the dream: playing my songs in an arena full of people who sing along with me. And there are other benefits. Like groupies, free stuff, and money. So much money.” Eddie adds in a dreamy tone.

“Yeah. It sounds, nice.”

“I know I’m dreaming big, but you should try it sometime. It really changes your day. And even if I won’t make it, I will be far from this stupid town anyway, so that’s a plus. In a big town like Los Angeles, I could get lost in no time. No more angry parents threatening me or Wayne, no more slashed tires. No more spray paint on the trailer. Yeah. It sounds like Paradise.”

“The boys?”

“Jeff is coming with me, he is going to attend college in California anyway, And next year Gareth and Frank will graduate too so we’ll be reunited. And maybe we’ll finally make it big. If not, there are so many bars where we could play. I'm not worried at all.”

Steve nods quietly while inside him his feelings are bubbling like a hot soup. He reaches out to grab another marshmallow, and his hand bumps into Eddie’s. The metal head smiles brightly, “Didn’t know you had a sweet tooth,” he says, offering him the bag to grab another candy, but that seems to be Steve’s breaking point. He drops the bag of candies, not caring about ants or other insects, and pushes Eddie with his shoulders to the ground.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers on Eddie’s lips, “tell me you don’t want this and I’ll leave.”

Eddie’s eyes have always been big, but right now they are huge pools of chocolate brown staring at him in astonishment.

He doesn’t ask Steve to stop, he doesn’t push him away or scream against him, he grabs the back of Steve’s head with one hand and drags him toward himself. Eddie tastes like chocolate and candies with a hint of cheap beer, that’s what Steve will remember about his first kiss with a man. His hands are strong and his long slim fingers are curling on Steve’s back, urging him closer, and closer. They’re chest to chest, Steve practically crushing Eddie with his body, and then Steve’s tongue pushes a little bit harder and Eddie grants him permission to kiss him deeply. Their tongue meets halfway, as if they couldn’t wait to finally touch each other. Steve’s tongue twirls and moves faster into Eddie’s mouth and Eddie follows his lead, obediently. It’s not so different from kissing a girl, the only difference is Eddie’s chapped lips and a hint of beard growth brushing against Steve’s chin, but Steve doesn’t startle at the realization that he’s kissing a man. He just makes himself softer and kinder, not wanting to leave Eddie with a bad memory of their first kiss.

Steve doesn’t know how long they keep kissing, he hasn’t made out for so long in months and he’s somehow surprised when he finds Eddie straddling him, their hard dicks brushing one against the other behind their jeans.

But then Eddie retreats, crawling backward on the blanket.

“What was that?” he asks, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand, and Steve knows he fucked up, he really did.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Is that so? I don’t know what I was thinking?! You fucking kissed me, man!” Eddie yells, “You… you stole it from me!”

“I didn’t steal anything.” Steve replies tiredly, “I kissed you, I made a big mistake, and I’m sorry. Shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you should have not!” Eddie insists, and now he’s standing, touching with his fingertips his plum lips, “Why did you do that?”

“I don’t know Eds. I wanted to, okay? You’re leaving anyway, why does it matter? It’s not like you have never been kissed before!” Steve sighs, brushing a hand through his hair, and then the realization hits him. “It wasn’t… it wasn’t your first kiss, right? You… you have all those dirty magazines you bought in Indy, you always talk about that stupid hanky code. You… you have never been kissed before.” Steve whispers, pinching his nose, “Listen, man, I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t mean it.”

“You didn’t mean it? Thank you, Steve! That makes things so much better!” Eddie complains, his arms crossed in front of him, “Hey Eddie, I stole your first kiss because I was drunk and sad. I don’t even like boys but you were here so I just did it. Sorry. But we’re fine right?” Eddie yells, mocking Steve’s voice.

“That’s not… It’s not like that, ok? It wasn’t…”

“It wasn’t what? An experiment? A test?”

“I do like you, moron!” Steve finally yells and his voice reverberates in the quiet of the woods, then he lowers his tone, “I do like you. I have liked you for quite a bit but I never gather the courage to say anything. And now you’re leaving and I won’t see you again, and maybe you’re right, I’m sad and drunk. But I did mean it, Eddie. It wasn’t an experiment. I swear.” Steve almost whispers, avoiding staring at Eddie in the eyes.

The metalhead is still standing in front of the fire, his silhouette dark and ominous.

“You did? You really meant it?” Eddie asks, and this time it looks like his crossed arms are pulling him together instead of shielding him.

“I did. I do.”

Very slowly, Eddie sits back on the blanket, “I’m going to leave anyway,” Eddie reminds him.

“I know. It’s the right thing to do.” Steve agrees.

“But maybe… you and Buckley could think about joining me next year. Or the year after.”

Steve reaches out with one hand, caressing Eddie’s arm.

“I’d love to.”

“So… maybe we can try again? Practice makes perfect, you know?”

Steve chuckles, “Yes. Yes, we can. Come here, babe.”

They kiss until the sun rises and when they get back to their cars Eddie’s last promise is that he’ll call him as soon as he’ll find a place to stay. And if Steve is already waiting for Eddie's call, sitting next to the phone, is none‘s business.

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variety-fangirl · 11 months ago

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Based off this ask:

Yours / Jimmy Keene x fem!reader:

Summary: inspo above ^ You and Jimmy had met in highschool, been friends for many years and dated not long after. Everything was perfect and he'd proposed after three years together. Was being the key here, because you hadn't expected to be engaged for a year and planning your wedding, only to find out you were 16 weeks pregnant with Jimmy's baby and him being arrested not long after before you had a chance to tell him. And if that wasn't bad enough, he pushes you away whilst in prison.

Warnings: angst which turns into fluff, happy ending. Not much (swearing, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of breast feeding, and general stresses of being a single mother semi-alone.)

Aurthor's Note: I'm back my loves! God has it been long overdue and how I have missed writing! College had been extremely busy and took up so much of my time, writing essays 3-5 times a week with little free time genuinely took all the joy out of wanting to write in my free time (when normally I always look forward to it and can't wait for the weekend to come so I can write). Months of non-stop work and a lack of free time made things so hard and I didn't want to do anything really. But! Now that college is finished, I am hoping to now return :D Yay! How I have missed it and you guys. Thank you to those who have been paitient, I know it sucks. Thank you for requesting, I do apologise that this took so long but I hope you read it and enjoy it all the same! As always, thank you guys for reading! It means the world to me, and I hope you guys enjoy! I have some exciting writing coming up! Liking, reblogging, and commenting really helps me out.

Plus note- I had started this earlier but I become quite unwell :( so it took me longer to get this done than before.

Word count: 2.7k

You had always thought your life was relatively normal. You had a lovely home, friends, a family, a fiance, etc... Nothing out of the ordinary, the same as most had. That was until your whole world got wiped out from under you, twofold. They always told you marriage was the hard part, that that would be where you had to put work in, but they failed to mention what could happen before that. The part no one had seen coming. That day in the courthouse, when Jimmy had reassured you all would be well and he wouldn't be gone long, he hadn't counted for the hard part either.

10 years.

10 fucking years he had been sentenced to. 10 years you would have to be without him and raising your baby alone. Not only would you lose him but your child would too, without ever even knowing him.

Even with him leaving for that long, you wouldn't move on or be with another. Jimmy was and is your everything, your soulmate and the one you were meant to be with. Granted, when you'd talked about and planned your future together over the years, you'd envisioned it side by side in your loving home. Not with him spending the next decade in prison, away from you and your baby.

When you'd heard those words come out of the judge's mouth and witnessed as the blood drained from Jimmy's face, the once smug and confident look wiping off his face instantly, you broke. If you hadn't already been sitting, you'd have collapsed under the shock and destruction that took over you like a boulder. Jimmy screamed your name as he'd been dragged away kicking and yelling, the tears pouring down your face as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. You couldn't, no matter how hard you'd tried, you were having a panic attack in the courthouse.

Jimmy's father had led you into the cool fresh air and held your hair back as you'd heaved and vomited all over the floor. He'd rubbed your back and said soothing, comforting, kind words to try and calm you down. Jimmy had driven you there, so you drove his car back. You all went to Jimmy's father's house to discuss what to do. You devised a plan on how everything would work and how best to support Jimmy through it. You had all cried together, huddled in a pile of supportive comfort to one another. It had helped you all to calm down enough but it didn't lessen or take away the raging knot of sorrow in your chest. The tight pressure that has refused to leave you, even to this day.

You had all agreed to take turns visiting Jimmy and provide him with anything he needed to make the difficult transition easier. But, to your absolute horror, Jimmy refused any of you to see him whilst in prison. You hadn't spoken to him, only heard the words from his father. He only spoke to his father on the phone. He allowed his father to visit him once in the beginning, in which he'd written you a letter for his father to give you.

The letter had been simple, straightforward and had left no room for argument. He had simply stated that he didn't want to keep you waiting so he was letting you go, that putting you through ten years of waiting was cruel and that he would always love you.

He'd left you. After everything, he had left you before you could tell him you were pregnant with his child.

You'd wanted to tell him so badly, but he wouldn't allow you to. You refused to have his father tell the father of your child and fiance that he was having a baby with the woman he was trying to push away. So, you'd tried to write him letters. Five in fact. Telling him about the baby and the fact that you wouldn't let him do this but he wouldn't accept them. He either kept them unopened or threw them away. You'd asked his father but he said he hadn't opened them and wouldn't.

You had told his father and stepmother the news, wanting to share it with someone and they had been so happy for you. They begged to tell him but understood that when you refused, it was something you wanted to share with him. So, you'd kept writing him letters with details about your pregnancy, provided pictures of your sonograms, and chatted about baby names. Hoping that one day he would open them and contact you on the number you provided.

But the call never came.

Your due date approached and arrived, and you gave birth to a beautiful and healthy baby boy. He was a mirror of Jimmy, a spit of his father in every way. He was beautiful. Jimmy's parents had been there to support you every step of the way, and you'd stayed with them for the first three months after you'd given birth. You had struggled desperately on your own and hadn't coped with the loneliness, so they had offered you to stay with them for as long as you needed. And honestly, they had loved it anyway.

Being a single mother over the coming months alone had been an adjustment period and a difficult one at that. You hadn't thought months and months ago when you'd found out you were pregnant, that you would have been doing it by yourself. You had always envisioned that when the time came, you would be doing it together. With Jimmy, your beloved, by your side. And yet here you were with a toddler, raising him by yourself.

You'd been angry in the beginning with Jimmy, wishing he hadn't been so stupid but it quickly had turned into anguish and sadness. Night after night as your baby slept beside you, you'd wonder how he was doing in prison. Wondering how he was managing, hoping he wasn't hurt or being hurt by others. You knew Jimmy was more than capable and could take care of himself, but that didn't mean that you didn't still worry for his safety and wellbeing.

You looked down at your son and wondered how different things would have been had Jimmy been by your side raising your son together. How sad you felt for the small things Jimmy had already missed. Your pregnancy and the bonding, the birth of his son and being by your side to support you inside of his parents, the first night home, the first feed, the first bath, etc... All the little things that bonded you to your baby and the precious memories those hold.

Throughout the months you had shown your baby boy pictures of his father and chatted to him about stories of Jimmy, even though you knew he didn't fully comprehend or understand what you were saying, you still felt it was important. You repeated 'da da' to the photos of Jimmy, trying to help your son associate his father with the photo, so he would know who he was. Eventually, he started babbling 'da da' at the photo on his own as the months went on. It made you smile bittersweetly that he seemed to recognise him in some ways at least.

A few weeks after your son had turned eleven months, you found out from Jimmy's father that he would be released from prison due to a secret deal he'd made with investigators for information about a serial killer's victims, in which the serial killer was in the prison with Jimmy. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Not only did you still not come to the acceptance that Jimmy would be gone for ten years, but you now had to accept and wrap your head around that he would be released a week from now. Just before your son turned 1 year old.

You had instantly burst into tears. Tears of confusion, relief, happiness, and worry. Jimmy had rejected you in more ways than one. He rejected you as his partner and took the option of choice away from you, as a way of trying to protect you but in doing so had hurt you more. He rejected the promise he had made to you, in which you would be together until you both died. He rejected your son, without even knowing him or the fact he was doing it because he refused to even give you the respect of speaking to you. And he rejected you and your feelings. He pushed you and your baby away.

You had asked his father to pick Jimmy up on the day of his release, for both obvious and selfish reasons, and asked that he prepare Jimmy for things to be different when he arrives home. But not to mention your son, you would do that. You had also asked his father to tell Jimmy that you were still at your home and wanted to talk when he arrived. He said he would get Jimmy to text you from his phone when they were close, so to give you enough time to prepare for his arrival.

You prepared some tea for yourself to calm down, fed your son and changed him, cleaned a little and waited anxiously for the text. You had stared furiously at your phone for that text. You'd distracted yourself by telling your adorable son that his father was coming home, hoping your baby would calm you down enough. You wondered if he would recognise him when he came through the door. And, how Jimmy would react when he sees the mini version of him.

Twenty minutes later, Jimmy and his father are outside your home, slowly making their way inside. You had chosen to stand in the hall, facing the door with your son in your arms, waiting patiently but anxiously for them to walk through the door. You had let them know to knock and then walk inside on their own accord.

The door opened slowly, so agonisingly slow and quietly, that you could hear and feel your heartbeat around you. Your breathing laboured in anxiety and stress. But the second you laid eyes on Jimmy, it felt like your world was complete. The man you love was standing in front of you in the open doorway once more with a look of utter shock on his face. He was looking at you and it felt like time stopped for a moment. You both stared wide-eyed at one another, not uttering a word.

That was until your son squealed in annoyance that no one was paying attention to him. He fussed to be put down, putting up a fight against you, so you put him down to do as he pleased. What you didn't expect though, was for your son to crawl over to Jimmy babbling 'dadada' over and over, until he was at Jimmy's feet. He squealed in happiness as he raised his arms and did grabby hands towards Jimmy, indicating he wanted to be picked up.

Jimmy looked at you as if asking for permission. You nodded and watched as Jimmy picked him up. Your son squealed whilst continuing to babble about 'dadada' as he grabbed Jimmy's face. You finally decide to speak, to break the awkward silence from everyone. "Jimmy, meet your son Tyler. Tyler sweetie, meet your daddy." You sweetly cooed the end to your son, introducing the two. Jimmy looked at your son in awe as he gently ran a finger down his cute chubby cheek.

"Baby? How? I have so many questions." Jimmy questions in both shock and awe, smiling when Tyler babbles nonsense at him and happily waves his arms about. You smiled at the scene in front of you and nodded, "I showed him pictures of you and said 'da da' at it. To help him recognise you. Granted I didn't know you would be released so soon and didn't expect him to pick it up so soon. But I'm glad he seems to recognise you. Shall we sit so I can explain?"

You invite them both in, watching with amusement and melting inside as Jimmy carefully watches his every step, looking downward as he moves into the living room with you. James stepped back, "I'll leave you pair to talk, I'll come by later sweetheart." You nodded appreciatively and hugged him before joining Jimmy.

You sit down with Jimmy on the couch, sitting Tyler on your lap as you face Jimmy. It was dinner time, so you pulled out your breast to feed Tyler. "Oh shit! I'll look away..." Jimmy coughed and turned away quickly as you situated Tyler comfortably to eat. You giggled to yourself, "C'mon Jim. It's nothing you haven't seen before. Besides, technically we didn't break up, so..." You cleared your throat uncomfortably, and Jimmy turned to look at you with a confused expression.

You decided to just get on with explaining, to make things more clearer for him. "I was already pregnant before you got arrested but I only found out a week before. I had missed my period and decided to just take a test to be sure and found out. I was going to tell you but then everything turned into chaos and you shut me out. I wrote you letters, so many letters Jim, explaining that we were expecting and for you to please call me or let me visit, but you never replied..." You took a deep breath, looking away for a moment.

"But I never stopped writing them. I put important stuff in there FIY, if you want to be caught up properly." You looked down and stroked your son's cheek as you spoke the next part, it hurt too much to say whilst looking at Jimmy. "I wanted to be there for you, you know? To support you through it and introduce you to our child but you refused to even speak to me. Like, what the fuck Jim? A letter?! I had no choice but to tell you about my pregnancy through letters because you gave me no other choice but you wouldn't even give me the decency of trying to break up with me in person?" You tried to stay calm to not disturb Tyler but you were hurt and raised your voice slightly.

You lifted your head to look at Jimmy when you heard him groan, "Shit, I'm so fucking sorry y/n. I fucked everything so badly with you and our child." Jimmy placed his head in his hands, "Wait, you said 'trying to break up'?" He lifted his head in question with tears in his eyes, pulling at your heartstrings. You nodded, "I did." He looked at you with such lost confusion that you rolled your eyes, "What? You thought I was going to let you break up with me from prison through a letter? Absolutely not."

"So... We are still technically together then?" He questions with a hopeful look, his eyes wide. You smile, "technically yes, but we aren't just going to go back to normal. If you still want this, us, then you'll have to make it up to me for your stupidity." Jimmy nods happily with a smile before looking down at your son. "I'll make it up to you, both of you. I promise."

Jimmy already looked besotted with Tyler, "he's a spit of you, isn't he?" You question with a smile. Jimmy nods, "a proper mini-me." He whispers as he places his finger between Tyler's, and grins proudly when Tyler grips them back. You smile down at the pair, feeling overwhelmed and happy.

Twenty minutes later, Tyler is fed and down for a nap in your arms happily. Jimmy is sitting beside you on the couch reading each of the letters you sent him from the beginng, saying he didn't want to waste any time and be caught up with everything he missed so he could adjust to being home and a father. You nodded and just simply watched, answering any questions he had or commenting on certain parts for further clarity. All while you had your head on his shoulder.

After much inner turmoil and encouragement from you, Jimmy placed his arm around your shoulder and hugged you and your son whilst reading. Eventually, his parents came by to see you all, to which you were all overcome with emotions and cried together whilst laughing at how ridiculous you all looked. Jimmy refused to move from either of your or Tyler's sides the whole time. And for the first time in almost a year, you finally felt content and not alone.

#y/n #fluff #angst #jimmy keene #jimmy keene x reader #black bird #pregnancy

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latinare · 10 months ago

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This is a really vague question maybe you have some insight on.

I'm monolingual; I very casually study Spanish, ie duolingo, very slowly reading Harry Potter in translation, bantering with my mexican coworkers, etc, but I'm barely past where I was ten years ago in college. My grandparents native language was Sicilian, and so that's really been the dream to someday learn Italian. But for where I live, Spanish is a very practical language, and Italian really isn't. I'm scared to stop the small amount of Spanish study that I currently do and lose it, but at the same time it's not my ultimate goal. There are really only so many hours in the day.

How much Spanish do I need to learn before I can put it to bed and start clawing my way through Italian? Can you think of any benchmark I could use? I realize it's not an either/or situation, but I was hoping you might have some advice as someone whose language journey seems to be much more advanced that my own.

Thanks for your time and any thoughts you might have!

This is a good question and I think one all language-learners struggle with. I don't know that there's one good answer, but I have a few thoughts that may or may not be helpful.

When you study something, even if you have to set it aside at some point, you don't lose it completely. The next time you pick it up, it's easier and quicker to get back to where you were. It's okay to study cyclically.

You can study things in the cracks of your day. I have Latin vocab pinned above the sink to learn when I'm washing dishes, and I translate posts for this blog while I'm nursing my baby. I read Geoffrey of Monmouth when I have ten free minutes and feel like it. It doesn't look like enough time to study a language, but it adds up.

Studying a second language in the same family can be fascinating because they share cognates (cousin words) and grammar elements. Digging into this can deepen your understanding of both. (Sicilian and Spanish are both from the Romance branch of the Indo-European language family.)

Finding a way to work a little Spanish into your week may help you retain what you've already learned. (Maybe leave Harry Potter in your backpack to read when you're in a queue or waiting room?)

One of my personal language-learning benchmarks is being able to understand spoken humour, so I'd contest that bantering with coworkers in Spanish makes you more than monolingual. :)

Ugh, I feel like I'm not saying much that's concrete. I really hope you get to study Sicilian though! Best of luck with both, and any future linguistic endeavours too!

#asks #study tips

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mymindcreatedthis · 11 months ago

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Trash Talk 18+

Beth England x Reader

Word count: 2,203

Warning: Smut, Teasing, daddy kink, Unprotected sex, Creampies, blowjob, Throatpie, Anal, Rough sex, squirting, hair pulling, clit teasing, Positions: Doggy, Missionary.

*Y/n's pov*

I was sweating bullets as I wait for a certain phone call. The coach from England came to one of my college games and told her that I had talent and wanted to invite me to the next camp.

After 5 minutes of waiting my phone rings. I click accept and hold my phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hello, may I speak to Y/n please." They ask.

"This is her." I say.

"Hi Y/n this is Sarina the coach from England I was calling you to inform you that you've been selected to join us for camp in 2 weeks. So I have details for camp for you, you and Beth England will be roommates this camp. Beth will pick you up at the airport when you land, Beth and the girls are super excited to meet you." Sarina says.

"I can't wait to meet them either and start this new journey." I say.

"That's all the details I have for you right now. I'll inform you on the rest once you get to camp." Sarina says.

"Thank you coach. See you in 2 weeks." I say.

"See you in two weeks." Sarina says.

She hangs up, I set my phone off to the side and start packing and getting ready for camp so I don't have to worry about packing the night before.

I finish packing, my phone pings letting me know I have a new text message. I grab my phone and see that I have a text message from Beth England.

Beth: Hey Y/n! How everything is going good. Just wanted to reach out and let you know that you and me will be roommates and I'll be picking you up from the airport. Me and the girls can't wait to meet you."

Me: Hey Beth! Thank you for the info, I can't wait to meet you and the girls either and can't wait to be your roommate this camp.

Beth: I'm excited to be your roommate too.

I continue texting back and forth with Beth the rest of the day.

*Next week, Day of camp*

My alarm goes off at 3 am. I turn it off, I get up and start to get ready. I brush my teeth and hair and make sure I have everything packed and ready to go.

I grab my things, I call an Uber and head to the airport. I pay the driver, I grab my things and go into the airport.

I hand the lady my ticket and board the plane. We finish boarding and take off, after a four hour flight the plane lands. I grab my bags and get off the plane.

I get my suit case from baggage claim and go outside to find Beth. Beth was already outside waiting for me. I smile and walk over to her.

"It's nice to finally meet you." Beth says.

"You too." I say and hug her.

Beth helps me load my bags into the trunk. We get in the rental car and start driving to the hotel. we get to the hotel, Beth parks the car and helps me carry my things up to the room.

Beth unlocks the door and opens it. We both go in, Beth closes the door behind us and locks it. I take off my shoes and set my bags off to the side. I plop down onto the bed and sigh dramatically.

Beth giggles. "So dramatic."

"Mhm shut up." I say laughing.

Beth turns on the tv and her Xbox and turns on call of duty modern warfare.

I sigh and look over at her. "Really?"

"Yes really? You play?" I ask.

I nod. "Yeah I play, how good are you?" I ask teasing her.

Beth smirks and looks over at me. "I'm a legend."

I giggle. "Pfft yeah okay."

"Yup, you prepared to loose?" Beth asks.

I smirk, I sit up and take one of the controllers from her. "You're on Beth. Let's see what you got."

I win our first game, We decide to do best of 4. Beth ends up losing the first game, Beth starts to get angry at the game. I laugh at her frustration.

"What's wrong?" I ask teasing her.

"I want a redo you fucking cheated." Beth accuses.

"What? How did I cheat?" I ask.

"You were screen peaking." Beth says.

"No I wasn't, I won fair and square." I say.

Beth gets the second game loaded up and we start the game. Beth pauses the game for a second and looks over at me.

"Let's make a bet." Beth suggests.

I smile. "I'm listening."

My massive dick springs out and fully at attention Beth gasps and looks at my dick. I take off her clothes leaving her completely naked.

I Lean in kissing her. Beth kisses back, it turns into a make out session. I lay Beth on the bed, Beth wraps her legs around me as I continue to make out with her.

My dick pokes her inner thigh as we make out. Beth moans in the kiss, she breaks away and rests her head against mine.

"Please. Please Y/n I need your dick inside me." Beth cutely begs.

"Are you sure? I don't have a condom on me." I say making sure she wants this.

"Yes I'm sure, just cum in me I'm on a pill. Make me your personal cum dumpster." Beth says.

I nod, I rub my dick through Beth’s soaking wet folds. Beth moans in pleasure as I do this, once my dick is wet enough I slowly slide my dick inside her. Beth moans and looks deep into my eyes.

I moan as her walls immediately around my dick. "Shit baby, you're really tight." I moan.

"Stretch me out and fill me with your massive load." Beth moans.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I slowly thrust in and out of her. Beth wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer to her.

"F-Faster." Beth moans.

I put my arms on the sides of her and pound her pussy faster and faster. Beth moans in pleasure, her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to fuck the daylights out of her.

"Fuck....Fuck....Fuck." Beth squeaks out with each thrust.

I continue to pound her g spot. I rub her clit with my thumb Beth screams in pleasure as I do this.

"I'm gonna squirt." Beth screams.

Beth squirts all over my dick, hand and fingers. I pound into her pussy faster than before, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"I'm close." I moan.

"Me too. Don't you dare stop, pump me full of your fucking cum." Beth cries out in pleasure.

I go faster and harder, I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Here it comes baby, get ready for my load." I moan.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Beth Cums all over my dick, we both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Beth ride out her high, I slowly pull out of her. Beth moans and holds her legs up as thick cum oozes out of her and onto the bed.

I move Beth to the middle of the bed and put her in doggy position. I rub my dick through her cum filled folds and slowly slide my dick back deep inside her cum filled pussy.

"So tight and warm." I moan.

"You feel so good inside me stretching me out. Drain your balls in me." Beth moans.

I grab her hair with one hand d, I place my hands on her hip and slowly thrust in and out of her as I pull her hair.

I moan, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room as I go a bit faster. "Mm fuck." I moan.

Beth moans loudly in pleasure and grips the sheets as I pound her pussy from behind faster and faster.

"Fuck yes! Just like that." Beth screams in pleasure.

I moan, I go at an angle and hit her g spot. I pull Beth's hair and tilt her head back. I smash my lips against hers and kiss her deeply. Beth moans in the kiss as I continue to fuck her brains out.

I moan as I feel myself getting closer. "Shit I'm already close to cumming again." I moan.

"Me too, cum in me." Beth moans.

I smirk and continue to pound Beth’s g spot. Beth screams in pleasure and squirts all over my dick and the bed. I moan in pleasure as I feel my balls tighten.

"I'm cumming!" I moan.

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Beth cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her and paint her walls white.

I help Beth ride out her high. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum pours out of her pussy and glazed her folds and drips down her thighs and onto the bed and bed sheets.

Beth moans as my cum oozes out of her. "Mmm fuck my ass."

Fuck I didn't know Beth was into anal. God she has a fat ass, I smirk and kiss her ass. I squeeze it a bit, Beth moans as I do this.

"Mmm you want me to fuck your ass slut?" I ask, I tease as I squeeze her ass a bit.

"Yes daddy. Please fuck my ass and cum inside me." Beth moans cutely and begs.

I scoop up some of my cum and rub it on her asshole using it as lube. I rip my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick inside her tight asshole, I moan as her walls immediately clench around my dick.

"Oooh fuck." I moan in pleasure. "Your ass is even tighter baby. I could cum just from being inside you."

"Good, pump my ass full of your cum." Beth begs.

I smirk, I slowly thrust in and out of her ass. Beth moans as I start to thrust in and out of her slowly.

"F-Faster." Beth moans.

I pick up the pace and go faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

"Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck." Beth squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan and continue to fuck her ass from behind. Beth moans loudly in pleasure.

"Fuck daddy you have amazing dick game." Beth moans.

I smirk. "Yup and it's all yours the rest of camp just as you are mine of the rest of camp."

"Yes please daddy. Please fuck me the rest of camp." Beth moans.

I pound her ass harder and faster. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. Fuck her ass felt so good, I don't think I can last much longer. I was gonna bust my load in her ass at any second.

"Beth baby, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her ass. Beth moans and cums all over my dick. She moans as I fill her up with my load.

"Mmm fuck." Beth moans.

I moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep in her ass and paint her walls white.

Beth switches positions and makes me lay on the bed. She lays between my legs and takes my dick in her mouth. I moan as she slowly bobs her head, my tip hitting the back of her throat.

"F-Fuck Beth just like that." I moan.

Beth hums and bobs her head faster and plays with my balls. I moan and hold her hair up as she continues to give me head and sucks the soul out of my dick.

"Shit baby; you really know how to suck dick." I moan.

I moan in pleasure and throw my head back and close my eyes enjoying the best blowjob I've had. I moan as I feel myself getting close.

"S-Shit, Beth baby I'm close." I moan.

Beth Hums against my dick and continues to suck the soul out of my dick. I moan and grip the sheets as Beth continues to suck the soul out of dick.

"I'm gonn-" I try to warn her but I’m unable to warn her in time.

Throat pie:

I'm unable to warn her in time, I bust my load in her mouth. Beth chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

Beth swallows my load and licks up the rest of my cum.

"Fuck that was the best blow job I've gotten so far" I moan.

Beth giggles and kisses me. I moan as I taste myself on her lips. Fuck my cum tastes amazing, Beth Drags me to the bathroom.

"Come on let's shower, you might get Lucky and get another round in." Beth smirks at me.

"Fuck I'm looking forward to the rest of camp." I mutter.

#my writing #lesbiansmut #wlw smut #woso fanfics #woso smut #g!p reader #football #soccer #beth england

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chemicallady · 2 years ago

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Heyyy, would you possibly be able to do a Noah Sebastian story that is like a brothers best friend dynamic? I live eat and breathe this stuff lol

I WANNA FEEL LOVE AGAIN

Couple: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: slight mention of sexual intercorse. Nothing too deep, I'm saving it for next Chapters

Summary: you're a real mess, your life is turning into a living hell, so your brother Matt convinces you to move in with him in LA and start working for the band he's taking care of

A/N: I dont wanna spoil to much in here, because... Well, you' ll see. English is not my native language and no one peer review this ff. It's gonna be a world of fun, I already know it!

Important! I don't know Noah or Matt or any of the real people portrayed un this story. This is fictional!

Enjoy then 😏

Ouch, I've lost myself again

You've always been around, unseen. Having a brother like Matt could be a blessing and a nightmare in equal parts. You were feeded with stories about gigs and musicians while grow up with your older brother, who is dear to you in a way that actually you cant explain. Matt as always been your twin flame even if you are younger than him. You grew up looking at him with a lot of respect and it broke your heart when he left Texas, moving to California. At the time you werent ready for the big change and your brother's friend were still a bit mysterious to you.

You were used to spend as much time as possible in his company, but with this fresh start for him, you just fell into the ordinary. Nothing against your life, by the way; your parents always supporting, best friends ready to drive you to the closer pub and deliver the best night possible, a lovely boyfriend who adored you in any meaning.

You loved the shit out of Shawn. He was your person, the one always there when you were in need. Your high school sweetheart. Maybe he wasnt your first kiss or your first fuck but he was the one who made you feel like it was worthy, living for someone else. The one who pushed you to improve yourself for your own sake, that helped you in finding a job for the local tattoo shop as a piercer when the school was over.

You did everything in your power to be the best girlfriend possible. You decoreted your shared flat in the warmest way possible. You turned down a good scholarship for that college in Montana, pissing your parents and brother for this lost opportunity. You gave up to your dream to be a writer because he had to stay in Texas and take care of his mom. You helped him through the loss, when she die.

But it wasn't enough.

You loved the shit out of Shawn and he loved you in return, but it wasn't enough.

Your relationship suffered a slow, agonizing death with multiple attempt of reanimation. Vacations togheter, a bigger flat, a cat.

Nothing compensate the distance between the two of you and he was the one brave enough to call it for a quit. You knew was gonna happen but it didn't hurt you less. Moving back to your parents, while quitting your job just to avoid to meet him everyday, took you to the bottom. Then the shutdown decided to kick you while you were already down, spending days in bed just listen music or watching anime whitout any chance to go out with your friends or for just a walk.

Everyone was really worried about you. You lose weight and that energy that always marked you.

And you stayed there, drowing in your own misery until Matt decided that enough was enough.

《 Pack your shit, you're moving in with me to LA. You're done making mom and pops that upset.》

The end of fall 2021 signed your rebirth. Matt found a bigger apartment for the two of you and Lucifurr, your vicious black cat which has an obsession in chewing cables and destroy everything paper made. You have always want to leave nearby the ocean and Malibu had a ton of opportunities to offer you. You started a yoga class the same week you moved, in order to make some new friends. Accoding to Matt, there are a lot of things to do around the band he is working with, Bad Omens.

You offer yourself as a merchgirl, but since you're a good writer an even better in tolerate people bullshit (you have to be karmatic, all the teens who came to get a piercing to the shop have always made a scene in front of needles), you could be perfect as a PR/assistant for the band. You remember them barely because someway somehow, these are the guys who steal all the time Matt has. Time that you never get.

You remember this four guys with long hair, basic metalheads, except for the drummer. You remember when you gave him the nostril after a show in 2015, maybe 16, and he took it like a champ whitout complaining. You remember the singer, this slenderman type of guy with beautiful long hair that looks like silk. You've never felt more envy of someone else hair like that. And also the other three guys were nice, especially Vincent. The only one who you can connect to a familiar face because you two got a nice conversation on tattoos when you visited Matt, three years ago.

They are nice.

You've heard stories about them at every phone call.

But still, thieves of precious moments that you want have again in your life again between you and your brother.

All the missing birthday, all the call postponed due to technical issues. He wasn't there to pick up your pieces when Shawn get a rid of you.

And Matt wasn't supposed to, but being selfish, you wish he was there.

But he is now and this is enough to bring the light back to your life. The long talks after dinner, movie nights, everything is back to the normal between you two since you moved and it's restoring.

With this wave of good mood, even if you havent forgotten Shawn yet, you enroll to gym, so you can work out after yoga.

And is in this specific place that you meet Eric.

The first time you caught him lurking at you you were running on the thremill.

There is something familiar in him but still, you dont know anyone in LA. You were the one who actually landed the first conctact with this new alien subject, so introvert to avoid your eyes.

《 Today is hot as hell, right?》

Talking about the weather is the easiest card to play. He smiled a bit shily to you before answering. 《 Don't tell me, I hate how hot is in here. Are you new? I've never seen you around》

《 I just moved in with my brother, actually. 》

《 You're a southie for sure. I like your accent.》

You giggle at his words, while he gets some confidence, passing a hand through this short hair. 《 you got me. You don't sound californian as well》.

《 Maybe because I'm not》. There was a moment in which he seemed to be doubtful, like he changed his mind and he didn't want actually to talk with you. He looked at you with a weird expression, like he realised something was off. 《 What's your name?》, he asked then, almost suspicious.

And then you lied. You rarely give your real name to strangers. A self defence mechanism for girls. 《 Vanessa. You?》

He looked more relaxed, 《 Eric.》

《 Nice to meet you Eric... Do you know a nice bar around? 》

《 Maybe I know a place 》 he reflected, smiling a bit malicious. He was definitely flirting. 《 Can offer you a beer or something? Just to welcome you in town.》

You are not ready for a new story yet, but after almost a year after you broke up with Shawn, you needed at least some human conctact. Eric was nice with you since the beginning. He invited you to this dive bar after the gym a couple of times, not far from your place. He paid for you a couple of cocktails while having a real nice Conversation. A superficial one, about the tattoos that covered him. About living in LA. You mentioned your brother a couple of times and he talked about his roomates and all the crazy things they have done during the pandemic.

He told you he is a Producer and you told him you're still unemployed.

One way or another, he got closer to you in a matter of days. And when he kissed you, you obliged and kiss him back. One thing leaded to another and the two of you ended fucking in the back of his SUV. And oh boy... you needed it so much. It was a quickie, but he seemed to be promising. His long fingers stimulated you untill you cried out for pleasure. His mounth divoured you inch by inch. And his cock....

He knew how to use it, let's say that.

After, he gave you his number and the two of you planned to see each other by the end of the week, at the gym, after your yoga class and his class of jujitsu....

The morning after you're fresh and relaxed like you weren't in months. Matt tends to be overprotective so you didn't told him about Eric while you were having breakfast. You need to know this guys deeply before accept that you know have a situationship. And your brother doesn't need to know about you screacting you itchies.

He has a hot temper when someone looks at his dear little sis.

After breakfast you got ready to meet the band again after almost three years.

《 I can't believe Vincent quitted. He was the nicest.》

Matt sighs while driving to the guys' house, mentally focused on the traffic. 《 youll see him when we'll be in Virginia, don't worry. 》

Your eyes slip on streets and houses, wards and parks but you still feel like You're in a new country. You don't know how much it will take to get used to California.

《 here we are》 , Matt says, parking. 《 let's refresh the rules.》

《 Oh c'mon, I'm not twelve anymore》

《 y/n 》

《 alright! I don't have to embarrass you while you're free to be mean on me. I don't have to embarrass myself talking shit just because I'm nervous and if the music sucks, I can't tell your precious Noah.》

《 You can do better but, more or less, that's it. Lets go. I need another coffe and maybe something sweet before start to film the music video. 》

It's so weird filming inside a house and not in a proper set but all this low budget bullshit are quite the normal for small bands, you think.

You have to be their assistant and eventually a PR- so Matt can stop to bitching on twitter all the time- and you know nothing about bands.

According to Matt, you're going to learn quick.

According to Matt. You know that he picked you up for the job so he can force you to write what he wants.

And continuing to bitch around through you.

The guitar player greets you at the door and introduces himself again as Jolly. The rest of the guys minus Noah are in the garage. It's marvelous how Orie, one of the guys who lives here, a director, reorganize the space with tubes and flashlight.

《 What's the name of the song, again? 》 you ask to Nick Folio, whos already youre favorite.

《 Artifical Suicide》 it's the answer, while he takes his place back behind the drums.

《So emo》 it's your honest observation that makes him laught. Matt looks at you in a way that if he could, you would be incinerated where you're standing. You're already embarrassing him.

Nice.

You regret nothing.

It's a lil sister job to make her brother in troubles, that's what pops always says.

Mike brings you a coffe that you accept with a smile, than tells everyone the news about the singer that is still not here.

A diva, of course. That's your first thought. Every singer is a natural diva.

《 He is still looking for the glove.》

《 He would lost his head if it wasn't attacked to his neck》 , a solid comment arrives from Ruffilo, immediatly followed by an annoyed reply from behind you.

《 I can ear you motherfucker. You are- what the fuck?》

You turn in time to face the famous singer and almost choke with the coffe.

《 Yo Noah, do you remember my sister, y/n?》

You see Noah turning pale for a second while trying to say something in return.

You're also speechless for a second, before putting your shit togheter so Matt wont finds out in the first five minutes. 《 Howdy! You... you cut your hair. Nice. I didn't know》

You didn't.

That's why was so easy for Noah to be Eric for almost a week. For a hook up with you. His best friend sister.

....Splendid.

You're fucked.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian imagine #bad omens imagine

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